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Staring into the Flames
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Ashton Greymoore x Reader
Summary: Ashton loses his shit when you get injured.
Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, gender-neutral pronouns, raging Ashton, injured!reader.
Warnings: swearing, violence, descriptions of injuries.
Word Count: 3.8k words
A/N: Time for some Critical Role content, because I'm a raging nerd. And I'm in love with Taliesin Jaffe. God, all his characters give me such gender envy! Also, for context, this is written in the wake of c3e33, so I need comfort from the trauma 😭 Anyway, enjoy my beautiful punk rock babe <3
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Watching Ashton Greymoore have emotions was one of your favourite things to do.
Sounds strange, I know – borderline creepy maybe – but you just found him so fascinating. Everything Ashton would ever do was based entirely off impulse. He wanted to steal some random arcane item he knew he would never use? Done. Rile up that complete stranger just because they didn’t like their hat? Did it last Tuesday. Take you off on a completely random unplanned date right to the top of the Lantern spire just because they wanted to? Absolutely.
All these impulse actions were based off impulse thoughts and impulse emotions; emotions that he feels so fucking strongly. I mean, just look at the destructive power his anger and rage can bring upon his foes in a fight (you do look, you look very hard…). Their feelings swirl like the kaleidoscope shining from their head, and you found it simply hypnotising to watch those feelings spread across his body. You could watch the cogs turn in Ashton’s brain for hours, seeing each new emotion spread across his body like lava.
One of your favourites was the slow realisation that you had stolen permanently borrowed something of theirs: a certain red and black jacket, perhaps. They would be rummaging around their room, thinking they’ve gone mad because they could swear they left it right here. Evidently they were too dead asleep that morning to notice you slipping out of the bedroom, the jacket claimed for yourself. Eventually, he would come bounding into the main room of the Crook House, finding Milo tinkering away at their latest project, and you lounging in a chair wearing his most prized item of clothing. It would take a minute for him to even notice what you were wearing. “Y/N, where in the fuck is my j-“. There we go. You got to sit back and enjoy as the realisation of your thievery spread through his body like a wave on the shore, every one of his stance and posture and facial expressions each slowly changing down throughout him. It was captivating. Although not for too long as soon a smirk rose to Ashton’s face before they were barrelling at you, you both tumbling onto the floor in a mock fight to win the grand prize of the jacket, as Milo looked on with a smile and a shake of their head at these idiots in love.
Oh yeah, in love. So in love. Which thankfully was reciprocated on both ends. It had, in fact, been your staring that had helped get you together. Subtly wasn’t your strong suit - sure you could sneak into Ashton’s room silent and assassin-like without him noticing, but you weren’t as skilled at hiding how much you just stared at him, getting lost in every single part of the earth genasi. And… they noticed. Luckily, Ashton had also been pretty enraptured by you over the past couple of weeks, meeting pretty frequently on jobs as both colleagues and rivals. So, Ashton’s impulses being Ashton’s impulses, they walked right up to you after one of said jobs and asked you out right on the spot.
“Angel, I could feel your eyes on me for the last three hours, wanna go get a drink so I can return the favour?”
Of course, you said yes, and from then on you have been pretty much inseparable. You now lived at the Crook House and could now stare all you liked. And so could he. He really did. God he’d do anything for you. You were the best thing to have come into his life and he was not about to let you go any time soon.
Definitely not today.
Today, you two, for once, weren’t together; you had some things to buy in the market and Ashton had to go for one of their many strange meetings with Jiana Hexum. So, you walked through Elder’s Post, pushing through the hordes of tradespeople and customers alike, keeping your coin purse close to your side away from any thieves lurking. You had already picked up some food for the household plus some bits and pieces of metal Milo wanted for Fresh Cut Grass’s repairs, and then you moved onto the trickier task: healing potions. They were pretty essential, especially given how much you two got hurt on jobs, particularly Ashton - gods, he got beaten up a lot - and, sure, you could ask FCG for help, but you didn’t want to overwork them. Sadly, your group weren’t exactly rolling in cash so, shall we say, less reputable vendors of potions had to be your main source.
This included one particularly awful man, Rackoth. He was a leering, lecherous man, spindly and towering over most people. He was also a swindler with prices way too high for substandard potions at best. Both you and Ashton had had run-ins with him in the past and nearly none of them ended well. Unfortunately, all your other sellers were out and you were in a bind - FCG was undergoing some internal repairs with Milo at the moment, and so was largely out of action. Hence, you had to grit your teeth and bare Rackoth and his usual ways. His sunken, hollow eyes bore into your soul as he offered up some wildly off-colour “healing potions” at some astronomical price. Usually, you would try to keep your cool and try in earnest to haggle him down, but after one too many not at all innocent placements of his bony hands on your waist, you had had enough. You smacked his hand out the way hard and snapped back at him, calling him out on his extortionate business (and maybe also insulting his mother in Deep Speech - honestly, you can’t quite remember, it was all a blur). Suddenly, you felt a burn across your cheek as Rackoth punched you with a force you never expected from the scrawny man. You stumbled back in shock, but he launched forward to meet you, gripping you by the neck. You could feel his jagged nails biting at your skin as he roared at you to never return to his shop again, throwing you down onto the ground after he was done. The customers around you all gave strange looks as you picked yourself and your belongings up, no healing potions in hand, and carried your hurt pride home with you to the Crook House.
Mercifully, you found the house to be still and silent when you arrived. You were safe in your own home at last. The adrenaline of the altercation wore off and a few tears fell from your eyes. As you wiped them away, you noticed blood smeared across your fingers, from your injuries presumably, so you trudged your way with a sigh into your and Ashton’s room to clean yourself up. You passed a mirror as you walked down the hall, finally seeing the extent of your injuries with a groan: thick red blood dripped down the side of your face, matting your hair, and purple was starting to bloom around your eye from the punch. You winced as you lifted your chin seeing more purple marks at the top of your neck along with five punctures to your skin from Rackoth’s nails leaking a small trail of blood. With a turn, you saw the muddied and scuffed back of your jacket from your fall and emitted a groan in pain as you turned slightly too far. Your back would be black and blue in the morning thanks to your impact onto the cold stone ground. Honestly, you’ve looked better.
Gritting your teeth, you collected your strength and pushed on into your bedroom, but almost screamed as you were met by the sight of your partner sprawled on the bed counting coins from a leather pouch. He wasn’t meant to be back yet.
“Hey, Angel, you’ll never guess the fucking bonus we got from Jiana for that extra information. She was fucking thrilled-“. Ashton stopped as his eyes fell on you.
In any other circumstances, this would’ve been a beautiful show.
The swirling colours in the glass in Ashton’s head seemed to almost speed up and spark out as their mind processed your injured form before them. He blinked slowly as his piercing eyes scanned over you, searching for the answer… there. His beaming smile dropped into one of concern as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He breathed out a quiet “what the fuck?” in disbelief, before he suddenly took off, scrambling off the bed with zero coordination, but zero care for anything except you. Ashton stood on (and probably broke) most of their belongings as they ran over to you, immediately bringing his firm, calloused hands to your body as he checked you over. His eyes burnt a hole through your clothes with their intensity as he examined every single part of your body for more injuries - worry was the only emotion in him now. Ashton’s searing gaze on your body was usually a very good feeling, but you could see the bubbling anger low in him.
“Hey, Ash, I’m not dying!” You said with a pitiful attempt at a chuckle, trying to laugh off your injuries and put your boyfriend at ease. “I’m okay, really.” He clearly didn’t believe you as his roaming stare continued, logging in his mind everything he saw. His finger and thumb gripped your chin as he brought it up, inspecting the bruising to your neck, breathing out in disbelief. Rising their gaze to your face, Ashton gently prodded the bloody wound on your head with shaking hands. You pulled back slightly with a hiss of pain and that anger in him rose. Someone had hurt you. Red leaked into his eyes like a poison as they narrowed and focused on your own, still brimming with unshed tears. Already impossibly close, he took a step forward, towering over you, noses almost touching and hands coming back to your face. The delicate way he cradled your face in his large hands almost shocked you, the softness of his movements contrasting his hard, rocky palms. One thumb gently brushed away a stray tear on your cheek, both hands trembling as they grasped onto you.
“Who did this to you?” Ashton spoke so softly so that no one but you could here, but with so much menace for whoever the fuck thought they could touch you. Any attempt at him concealing his anger failed as it seeped through every pore in his body, every cell almost vibrating independently, ready for a fight.
“Ashton, really, it’s ok,” you counter again, trying to calm that fury in them that made you love them so much.
“No, it’s fucking not, who was it?”
“Ashton, it’s really not important-“
“Y/N.” He was firm. Final. You sighed before looking down slightly in defeat.
“Rackoth,” you breathed out.
“What. The Fuck. Did he do?” Ashton enunciated every single word, so slowly, so precise.
You stumbled over your words for a minute as you felt his gaze on you. He did deserve to know. That and the tiredness in your soul made all the words come tumbling out.
“I was getting healing potions because you’ve got that big job for Hexum coming up, and Milo is working on FCG and - shit! Letters needs a break sometimes! – but all our usual guys were out so I had to go to Rackoth. But that bastard stuck his prices up again. And they barely looked like healing potions - fuck me, Ashton, our bath water has more healing properties than that shit! And I was just so pissed off and. And... h-h-he had his hand on my waist and I just wanted to rip my skin off so I pushed him off and shouted at him and his potions and maybe his mother in Deep Speech? So he punched me. And grabbed my neck. And through me down. So yeah…” You stood in silence for a few seconds, taking a breath after your outburst, before you raised your head again to watch Ashton…
Now, here came the rage.
Ashton’s back straightened to an even higher height than before; every bone in their body tensed into a sharp point with their fists, now by their side, clenching, nearly popping joints. Their teeth clacked together in a bite, bared and ready to rip the throat out of the culprit of this heinous crime. The mesmerising colours beneath the glass in his skull seemed to swirl faster, getting brighter and brighter, threatening to violently burst free into chaos. The anger was white hot now, bleeding from his eyes and dripping down every tort muscle to a pool at his feet. A deep snarl sounded at the back of their throat, animalistic and ready to hunt.
“That piece of shit,” Ashton yelled out incredulously. “Fuck! That lanky piece of shit! That fucker’s going down!“ They had never sounded so serious in all their life. And so you needed to take action.
“Ashton. Babe! It’s okay, just leave him he’s not worth it.” Yet, it was not okay, and he was not paying attention. Like a flash, Ashton was at the bedroom door and screaming out.
“Oi, Grass! Grass! Where the shit are you?”
“They’re powered down. Ashton, don’t worry-“
“Argh, fuck!” they shouted, now moving at pace throughout your shared room. Trinkets and knickknacks alike were tossed around - no, thrown around - as Ashton scrambled from place to place at lightning speed, searching for something unknown. He grunted as he rummaged even further; you simply stood in the centre of the room, slightly startled by your partner’s sudden burst of movement. Eventually, with a cheer of triumph, from under a pile of multicoloured fabric he pulled out a slightly dusty red vial. Despite the slight discolouration, it was clearly a healing potion long forgotten and Ashton was soon back in front of you, pulling the cork out.
“Wait, no, I don’t need that,” you protested, “Ashton, you need these a lot more than I-“. You were cut off by Ashton shoving the neck of the bottle right into your mouth mid-sentence. The glass clinked against your teeth at the force as Ashton tipped the bottom of the bottle up, pouring the entire potion down your neck. You gagged as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat. For all the difficulty of drinking the healing potion, it did thankfully begin to help you, like water refreshing you after wandering the dessert for a month. A dull ache passed through each of your injuries as the skin started to knit back together, eventually leaving no trace of ever tarnishing you but the now drying blood. You spent maybe five seconds checking over your body and by the time you looked up again, Ashton already had his trusty glass hammer clutched tightly in his hand. You had one last chance to stop him.
“Ashton, please, just stay here with me. You kill him and you’ll get caught and then gods know what will happen to you!” You pleaded to them, grabbing their arm, not wanting any more trouble for the day.
“Angel, I regret to inform you that I honestly don’t give a fuck,” Ashton growled lowly. “If that bitch thinks he can touch you and get away with it, he’s got another fucking thing coming.” He grasped the side of your head softly again, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered and rose to place an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your forehead, before sprinting out of the room, one mission on his mind.
And there you were left, alone, staring off at the space your sparking barbarian once stood.
Even in times like this, he was beautiful to watch.
A singular tear rose in your eyes and fell as your exhaustion battled with new anxiety for Ashton’s safety. Of course you enjoyed your mountain of a boyfriend sweeping in to beat down those who had wronged you – I mean, who wouldn’t? – but your dear Ashton also had a tendency of not being the subtlest creature in the world. Sure his mystic colourful powers could occasionally let him pass through like a ghost, but not always. Frequently, they could be found in a fight, on the run from a fight, or on their arse thrown out for being in a fight. But they were just silly bar fights; this was personal. You just didn’t want him in trouble and it would bite away at you until he was back in your arms, safe.
However, predictably, exhaustion won out and you soon fought yourself flat out on the bed, still caked in your own blood, but no energy in your waking spirit to clean yourself up.
The next – how long had it been? – was spent in a daze, maybe sleeping, maybe just staring off, disassociating from the stresses of the day. Until Ashton emerged back through your door with a slam, sprayed slightly with blood that did not look like his own. You didn’t raise your head from the pillow, still waking from your haze, but you watched through glassy eyes as Ashton quietly placed down his trusty hammer in the corner of the room, slipped off his boots and padded over to you. He gently perched on the side of the bed and reached a calloused hand down to stroke your hair. His fingers were so tender and threaded through, caressing your scalp, almost sending you back to sleep. Gazing up at them, you saw the same intensity as before flooding their eyes, but this time the rage was gone, now replaced with so much love. Everything Ashton did carried that fire, that passion, but it always moulded itself into new shapes and forms, sometimes surprising even you. That’s probably what drew you too him, that fire, always burning bright out of every pore on his tough skin; no matter what he did or felt, it was always with such ferocious and intensity that you couldn’t look away, only stare further into the flames. But they never burnt you. They caressed you, held you, protected you at all costs. Not always in the safest of ways, but the intention was good and pure.
Ashton softly smiled at you and, without looking, reached back to find a (vaguely) clean cloth and started to dab at the dried blood along the side of your face. You stayed perfectly still, letting him work, enjoying this rarely seen quiet Ashton. They cleaned you up surprisingly well despite this not being their forte, moving from your face down to the marks on your neck, doing their slightly clumsy best, trying to remember the kinds of actions FCG would perform when in cleric-mode.
When all the dark red streaks had gone from upon your skin, Ashton placed down the cloth, but kept their hand cupped around your face. You threaded your own fingers with his and looked up.
“You get him?” you whispered.
“Yeah, I got him,” Ashton replied, just as softly.
A rush of emotions took over you all of a sudden: the relief that that fucking man who touched you so horribly had been dealt with, the pain of your whole bloody ordeal, the adoration you felt for your soft punk rock who cared for you so well, even in the ways he was not as accustomed to. You choked, more hot tears running down your cheeks. Ashton immediately bundled you up into their strong arms and held you in a tight hug against his chest.
“Aww fuck, Angel. Okay, okay, come here,” they cooed into your ear as your cries muffled into the leather of their jacket. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” And you believed every word of it. You grasped onto them like a lifeline with heavy and shaking breaths as you slowly pulled yourself back from the brink with his help.
“You okay now?” Ashton asked after a while and you nodded looking up through your eyelashes from your place on his lap.
“Shit, I’m sorry did that, Y/N. Fuck, I was just so fucking angry! I don’t care about a lot of things, but, goddamn, I care a lot about you. And I never wanna to see you like that again. I’ll do anything to make sure you don’t.” Ashton poured his heart out to you, his brutal honestly always hitting you right in the heart. You sat up and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gripped onto each other like you were the last things left in Exandria. The kiss deepened as your tongues slid across each other, tracing the other’s lips and swallowing their sighs. You pulled away for breath, but remained trapped in Ashton’s warm grasp, as he continued his assault of kisses over your cheeks. They came to rest soon, forehead pressed together with yours, soft eyes staring into yours in peace.
“Fuck, I love you, Angel,” Ashton murmured, his love and devotion towards you on display for all the world to see.
“I love you too, Ash,” you whispered back with a beaming smile. Ashton gave you one more quick peck before he shifted his position, lying down on the bed with you remaining on top of him, still encased in his arms. You both laid there in silence, listening to the other’s heartbeat, until Ashton spoke, brushing the hair out of your eyes.
“What was that you said before about Deep Speech?” they asked and you giggled at his curiosity.
“I may or may not have insulted Rackoth’s mother… in Deep Speech,” you admitted shyly as Ashton’s eyes widened.
“That’s so cool. Wait, how do you know Deep Speech? Who are you?” they marvelled at your admission as you sniggered. “What did you say? Like in Deep Speech.” You repeated the deep grinding growls you had shouted at Rackoth and your partner’s jaw dropped.
“Okay, that’s hot, please talk to me more in Deep Speech,” you laughed out loud at Ashton’s antics (and remembered that information for later…). “I wish I’d brought you with me now. It was fucking great seeing him scared. Shit, I robbed you of your revenge quest, didn’t I?” Ashton carried on rambling, clearly having enjoyed being your knight in shining armour. Note to self: ask them later what they actually did to Rackoth…
“I swear to the gods if you said ‘Smiley fuckin’ day!’ just before knocking him out, I’m breaking up with you,” you joked. Ashton held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and tickled you away from your non-injured body parts as you cackled.
Your old friend exhaustion soon popped back up again as you let out a yawn, burrowing yourself further into Ashton’s body, nuzzling into his neck. His arms hugged you closer.
“Get some rest, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
You took their advice, letting your dreams overtake you, staring at the one you loved most until your eyes eventually closed.
Ashton would protect you. They always will. Come what may.
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Best Coffee I ever had--ashton irwin
This has been on my mind since I was making my own coffee this morning (yesterday since it’s after midnight right now) this is pure fluff for 1.5K words
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Ashton isn’t the type of person to sleep in unless his body is caught up in jet lag or he’s just returned home from touring and traveling. As soon as his body is in his own bed he becomes dead to the world and sleeps for as long as his body needs. Usually, when he awakes from his deep slumbers like that, he’s disoriented on the time and the place.
But he’ll get up, make himself a pot of coffee, meditate, play some music or just sit out in his garden and be in the presence of nature.
This time when he came home, you were there waiting for him with streamers and a big sign welcoming him home. You’d even made a cake (vegan like he likes) with your careful writing of his name in the icing. You also ordered his favorite food and it was delivered about fifteen minutes after he arrived.
The two of you ate in his living room on the floor while Modern Family played in the background and you caught up with each other (not like you weren’t texting his whole flight anyway). He loved the way you laughed and snorted when he recalled Michael thinking he forgot his passport again. Ashton did a perfect impersonation of Michael freaking out about it and that’s what made you laugh so hard.
After dinner and a shared piece of cake, he held you close by the sink while you were cleaning up the dishes. His arms wrapped around your front and you placed your hands over his interlaced ones, enjoying this pause. It didn’t seem like he wanted to let you go yet, so you twisted around in his arms and he folded into you, his face tucked into your neck.
“You okay?” you ask quietly, you rub at the bottom of his neck.
“Mhm, just wanna hold you for a bit,” he mumbles then kisses your shoulder.
“Okay,” you smile.
You held each other until the beats of your hearts synced up, your bodies swaying slightly, the dishes long forgotten. When you started to hum softly in his ear, that’s when he pulled away.
“If you’re going to start humming then we need to get me to bed,” he smiled sleepily at you.
So you did. The two of you settled under his covers with Ashton snuggling close to you, his head resting on your chest. You resumed rubbing at his hair and neck, your other hand tickling up and down his forearm. Then you started to hum a nonsense song and Ashton’s breath began to slow.
This is what you missed the most when he was gone, being with him and feeling him relax. He’s usually so wired and ready to go and rightfully so since it’s his job and has been a huge part of his life for so long. But this is the side of him only you get to see. Where his walls are down, his muscles are relaxed, and he’s just Ashton, not Ashton Irwin the drummer of 5 Seconds of Summer.
He’s not sure what it was that woke him up, but suddenly he was shifting and stretching his legs under the blankets. He peeks his eyes open to the sun shining through the cracks of his blinds and the night before comes rushing back. He runs through them like a list.
You were here. You were here with food and cake and your warmth. You went to sleep in his bed with him. He was home and you were here and you’re his home now. He rolled over to wish you a good morning but was disappointed to find a barren pillow next to him.
Then he heard a clatter from the doorway and your quiet swear. Smiling to himself, he tumbles out of bed and pads down the hall towards his kitchen. His sign and streamers were still hung up on the back door, he’s going to keep them up for as long as the tape lasts, and you were standing in front of his coffeemaker wearing one of his henleys. One foot was crossed over the other as you tried to figure out his coffee grinder.
“Damnet!”
“What are you doing?” he asks and you jump about a foot in the air upon hearing his voice.
“Ash! Go back to bed, I’m making you coffee,” you order then turn back to your task.
He doesn’t listen and instead moves behind you. He giggles at the mess you’ve made on his white countertop, a few stray coffee beans are scattered about along with some dusting of the ones you’ve already ground. The top of his coffee maker is flipped up and you turn the grinder over then pat the bottom of it like a ketchup bottle so the rest of the beans fall into the filter.
“Honey,” he takes the grinder from you and pops out the little cup that’s sat atop, “you know this twists out right?”
Your lips are pursed as you stare at the two objects now in his hands then give him a sheepish look.
“Of course I did, I just can’t get it back in there so it’s easier for me to pat it in.”
“Okay,” he smiles and kisses your temple before peering into his coffeemaker. It has more coffee beans in there then he’d normally have but he wasn’t going to tell you that. “Is it just coffee for breakfast?”
“We could have a piece of your cake again if you’d like,” you smile, eyes brightening as you move back to your task of coffee. You flip the cover down then push the button. It spurts and spews to life, the water cycle starting it’s journey to filter the coffee beans.
“I’ll get plates.”
He gathers the cake, plates, forks, and two mugs for your coffees. He sits down at his island and looks at his mail that is sorted into four piles. You climb onto his lap, his arms wrap around you instantly.
“I sorted it into four groups,” you explain and point to each, “personal, bills, subscriptions, and miscellaneous. I didn’t throw any of it away so you could look at it and decide what you wanted to do with it.”
“Thanks honey, I appreciate that,” he murmurs and rests his chin onto your shoulder.
“Did you sleep okay?”
“I slept great,” he smiles, “I don’t even know what time it is right now.”
“It’s about eleven thirty,” you pat down his unruly curls. “What do you usually do your first day back home?”
“Realign myself, I guess so that my mind and body know I’m home and not on a constant go-go-go.”
“How do you do that?”
“Burn candles or incense, play some music, make some music, read,” he shrugs, “whatever I feel my body needs.”
“That sounds nice,” you smile sweetly and kiss his nose. “Can I join you?”
“I’d be brokenhearted if you didn’t,” he mumbles and kisses you gently. You cup his cheek, your lips familiarizing with each other again until his coffeemaker stops making noise.
“Coffee time!” you chirp and hop off his lap to pour your cups.
He watches you move about his kitchen, knowing where his spoons are so you can stir in your desired cream and sugar. He likes it a bit too much seeing you be so comfortable but he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that. It’s different since he’s so used to being alone, but having you here in his space is such a comfort.
When you pour his cup (he notices how dark the coffee is as it falls into his cup. You still have that bright and excited smile on your face when you bring it over.
“Here you go, baby,” you set it down in front of him happily.
He takes a deep breath as he lifts the mug up, the smell of it is very, very strong but he takes a sip. The taste is even stronger and more bitter, he feels his lips curve into a pucker but he forces it down. You went through all this trouble to make his first morning home pleasant that he couldn’t break it to you that the coffee is a little too strong.
“Good?” you ask and sip at your own coffee. You don’t make a face, however, because of your cream and sugar.
Ashton takes another big gulp before he pulls you closer to him, he touches your cheek.
“Best coffee I ever had,” he tells you seriously. The look on your face filled him with warmth.
And it was his favorite coffee he’s had because you made it. He drank the whole pot while he listened to you talk about this new book you were reading but made a mental note to show you the next morning how to use his coffee appliances.
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Looks Red, Tastes Blue (a.i)
Pairing: Vampire! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Reader
Summary: Winds change, and people can’t be trusted. An origin story and a new beginning. Based on Looks Red, Tastes Blue by Mayday Parade.
Warnings: Angst. Blood. Violence. Characters deaths. Mentions of wounds. Mentions of bible and god. Murders. Torture. Suicide. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)
Word count: 7.2k
Author’s note: Spooky season! This might become a series, but focus on the *might* Please don’t forget to reblog, like and comment! SUPPORT YOUR AUTHORS ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨🌻
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The dark clouds roared with thunder, the rain will be here soon. This type of weather was not unusual, especially during this time of year when the sun goes to sleep and forgets to wake up for at least another three months. The waves crashed down on the coast, he could see them all perfectly from where he was standing. The dark, sharp rocks at the end of the cliff where his mansion stood showed no mercy as the agitated waves came looking for shelter from the storm.
Inside, the mansion was cold. The dark wooden floors and brick walls let the humidity find its home within the darkness. Not a sound could be heard except for the distant crackling of the firewood in the chimney, illuminating the drawing room and the solitary figure that stood there.
Baron Ashton Irwin, at the young age of 28 was already growing a couple of gray hairs due to the stress. His hands were clasped at his back; his suit, immaculate; and his long hair fell perfectly against his shoulders. He was the image of elegance and chivalry. Yet, his mind was the one giving him trouble.
Now, he stood in front of the window, carefully watching the clouds crash against each other and counting the seconds from the lightning to the thunder. He was never fond of storms, hating them since he was a child, still hiding behind his mother’s embrace. But now the expectancy of rain was his only comfort. Maybe that will calm them down.
“One… two… three… four…” Then a vigorous crash came down and filled his ears.
He breathed in deeply, his fingers finding comfort on the soft threads of his suit. He was looking up, for looking down might reveal his greatest fears. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. None of this was supposed to ever happen.
When he thought about moving to the country house that belonged to his family for generations, he never expected this type of welcome. He never expected for rumors to spread around like wildfire; hearing people talking about how he got his title and his fortune, as if his father was not a renowned royal all his life, and his father before him and - But that didn’t matter. No, not at least for the townsfolk who saw him as a threat.
Ashton has heard everything already. How he murdered his family to make a pact with the devil, selling his soul in exchange for power; or, how he bathed in the blood of virgins to keep his youth; or how he was the seed of Satan himself, trying to gain dominion by enchanting the innocent and then devour their blood and heart. And, of course, none of that was true.
He blamed it on the newfound obsession with purity and witchcraft. How men wanted to present themselves as the voice of God among men, condemning all the different souls that longed for more than bible tales and blind obedience to something they could not see nor hear. They prided themselves on their following, blind and ignorant, as they sentenced and killed everything in their way in the name of a higher power. Believing their own sins might be forgiven… but they know they never will.
His back stiffened when a warm, soft touch rounded his waist. But he immediately relaxed when he felt her cheek pressed against his back.
“It’s late,” She whispered, standing on her tiptoes to kiss the back of his neck. Ashton couldn’t help but smile as his hands rested over hers.
“I know,” He said with a sigh “But I can’t find it in myself to rest, not now at least”
“You’re worried they’ll come?”
Ashton could feel the hidden fear in her words, hugging him tightly and making the bump in her belly remind him what was at stake.
“Rumors only grow, my love, but are futile most of the time. This, however, feels different. For some reason, the wind won’t let me sleep, and the storm is as restless as myself. A bad omen is creeping up my back and I can’t shake it off”
“What can I do to help?”
With a soft smile, Ashton turned around to face his wife. It took him a few seconds to breathe her in, as she took a step back to give him space.
Her soft face and kind eyes brought nothing but comfort to the man with a heavy heart. Her hair fell perfectly on her face, reminding him how much he liked it that way instead of the updos the ladies now wore. Her white nightgown made it seem like she was floating, ethereal as it fitted her tummy perfectly, proudly showing they were expecting soon.
It was almost magical how the simple sight of her made all of his worries disappear. It has been like that since they met; when they were young, foolish, and free to do whatever they dreamt of. He fell for her the moment he saw her, and bowed in front of the angels to always protect her and do her right.
Now he can only hope he’ll be able to keep that promise, no matter the cost.
Ashton took a step forward, cradling his wife’s belly with a warm, soft touch.
“You are doing more than enough, my love,” He said, smiling when he felt their baby kick “You and this little манчкин are all I need”
He leaned over to kiss her forehead, a smile playing on her lips.
“I can still see that you’re worried”
Ashton sighed, knowing he couldn’t escape his wife’s knowing eyes.
“It’s this town,” He finally admitted “They don’t like us. They don’t like me” His eyes drifted back to the window “Coming here was a mistake, I just know it. But it’s too late now, or I’m afraid it might be”
Maybe things would’ve been different if he accepted the invitation of going to the church the first Sunday they settled. Maybe it would’ve been different if he let the women of the town visit his wife, but the first months of the pregnancy were hard for her as she lay in bed almost all day, crying in pain for him not to leave her side. Maybe it would’ve been different if his attitude toward the town’s rumors was more assertive instead of playing it off as something that would wear off any day now.
Now the weight of his heart burned with guilt. His fingers barely brushed the back of her head as she hugged him, letting her heart beat along with his as her soft breathing got mixed with the fire cracking in the chimney.
For a second he got lost in the fire, letting the red invade the hazel of his eyes as he held her close in his arms.
���We should move,” He said, not meeting her eyes “Let’s leave this place, and start over”
“You can’t start over when you already lived your life,” She said, mumbling the words against his chest. Her words were accompanied by a yawn - the pregnancy always made her sleepy, so it made Ashton giggle softly as he kissed her head “Besides, where would we even go? Your father left you this house, Ash. We have no business anywhere else”
“We can make the world our business if we want to, my love” He pulled away and cupped her face “It’s just- I got a bad feeling about this place. We can always come back to the city, find a place near the fields… Maybe find another coast so our children can know the sea”
She smiled, softly “You know I would follow you till the end of the world, Ashton. And if this is what you want, then I’ll go with you. I trust you” She grabbed one of his hands and placed her on her belly “We trust you”
Ashton couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh as he looked at her in the eyes. Never once did he see a starry night as the one that set upon her gaze, knowing he could look at her galaxy forever and never get tired of it. So he couldn’t help but lean down and capture her lips with his.
And he kissed her. He kissed her with all of his might because he could not believe how lucky he was to be so in love with a woman like that. Or better yet, how a woman like that could love him despite everything that’s been going on.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” He confessed against her lips, pressing his forehead against hers
She kissed him again “You’re a good man. You don’t claim to be perfect, nor to be the one that judges others. You’re a good man, Ashton, with a good heart capable of loving and healing. I-... I couldn’t fall for anyone but you”
He leaned over to kiss her again, to claim her lips as his own when the sound of thunder reverberated through the mansion again. But the sound brought more than the lightning.
“Do you hear that?” Ashton whispered, feeling how his hands turned cold even under her touch.
Then, the faint sound of footsteps and chatter filled the air. Iron crashing against one another mimicking the clouds crashing above. And Ashton knew what it meant.
With confident steps he walked over to the window to confirm his suspicions: They were here.
“Ash…” He heard her call, and he knew he had to act quickly.
Ashton turned to her, acting as calmly as he could, no matter how terrified he actually was. He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead, a small smile playing on his lips.
“I’ll handle them,” He said, he hoped.
“Ashton-”
“We’ve got nothing to hide, my love” He assured her and himself “I will be alright”
The sounds came closer “I don’t like this, Ash. Let me go with you”
Ashton shook his head “The last thing I want is for you to get sick in this weather. Go to the baby’s room, and hide for a while. They are just confused and scared, I’ll talk to them and come get you once they’re gone”
“But-”
“It’s okay,” He kissed her once again, just in time to hear banging at the door “I love you,”
She sighed, “I love you, too” She started to walk away from the room before she turned back “I’ll wait for you, okay?”
“I’ll find you, don’t worry”
With one last reassuring smile, he watched her walk away. Yet that smile faded the moment she was out of sight and the storm grew louder. Ashton took a deep breath and armed himself with courage before making his way to the entrance, passing through various halls with paintings and portraits on the wall till he reached the main staircase. He took one last look at their latest family portrait that hung there: Him standing proud as his hand rested upon his wife’s shoulder while she sat in a white dress, one hand on her belly and excitement in her eyes for what was to come.
Ashton could not wait to replace that portrait with a new one of them becoming three. He could not wait to see their child sitting between them, hoping they would look like their mother. But for that dream to happen, he had to solve some things first. And that included the loud pounding at his door.
The first person he saw was Reverend Lockwood, a man in his fifties with a big nose that hung over his face and a belly so full it should be shameful, who wore one of those awful white wigs that were supposed to make him above everyone else. He was - according to himself - the highest authority in town. He managed the church and was a self-named mayor since no one seemed to correct him or contradict him. Everyone in town seemed to follow his every command as if his words were sent from the highest power and he was the holiest man alive - although his two marriages and lord knows how many bastard children would likely say otherwise.
When Ashton first moved in with his wife, he was welcomed by Reverend Lockwood, but after Ashton rejected his invitation, it seemed like Lockwood’s new hobby was to hunt him down. And Ashton would bet his entire inheritance that he was the one spreading the rumors about him and his family just because he was not about to fall on his knees and adore this phony as all the other brainless townsfolk did.
Behind the Reverend, a mob stood proudly. All the men and a few of the women of the town looked at him in fear and anger. They were holding torches and chains, shovels and knives, ropes and bags. From the start, Ashton knew this was not a friendly visit, but for the first time, he allowed himself to see the seriousness of the situation.
Still, as politely as he could, he stood his ground and took a step forward. He was not about to welcome them into his house, let alone to let them think he was going to surrender, even if he had nothing to hide in the first place.
“Reverend Lockwood,” He said solemnly, acknowledging him with a nod and not even looking at the mob “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“A pleasure indeed, sir” Lockwood smirked “But I’m afraid it’ll be more for us than for yourself”
“I see you brought your crowd” Ashton dismissed his comment, finally addressing the others “It’s a shame you didn’t warn me in advance, Reverend, I would’ve prepared you some supper before whatever show you promised”
“Cut the act, Irwin” Lockwood spat “Despite what you might believe or make others believe, we know what you really are”
Ashton blinked twice at him, frowning as he crossed his arms over his chest and asked “And that is?”
“A monster!” Yelled one person in the crowd
“Murderer!” Yelled another
“Blasphemous!”
Reverend Lockwood stood there with a smile, Ashton just sighed.
“You are all gravely mistaken!” Ashton talked over the crowd, loud enough for everyone to hear but with no hint of anger in his voice “I am nothing but a man trying to live a happy life with his family. What sins have I committed that makes me different from any of you?” The whispers of the crowd were filled with hatred “Has your Lord taught you nothing with his words? Has the blinded faith you have over a man of flesh and bone prevented you from seeing beyond what you consider fair? Or did the poison of false words already do its job?”
“How dare-“
“No, Reverend, how dare you! Coming into my house to accuse me of such lies, burdening my family and all of these people who you claim to protect. I’ve done nothing but love my life as I seem fair, minding my own business. Something you, Reverend, could very much take as an example”
The way in which Lockwood’s jaw clenched at Ashton’s words gave him some sense of triumph. He knew there was nothing to fear, no crimes were committed nor moral laws were broken. He was a good man, not the monster they claim to know.
Still, it seemed that the trial wasn’t about to be over so soon.
“You deny the charges?” Lockwood asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“I deny them,” Ashton answered confidently, looking defiantly at the man in front of him.
“Then,” He asked, a taunting smirk starting at the corner of his lips “What about your wife?”
There was a change in the wind. Strong tides whistled around the silence and tension. The breaking of waves did nothing but simulate Ashton’s own shattering as the question sunk into the pit of his stomach.
His face turned as white as snow, swearing his heart started to beat slower. A fear, a horrifying feeling settled in his guts, in his chest. Rage.
“What about my wife?” Asked Ashton, voice commanding and grave. Never once taking his eyes from the puritan.
“You might deny your sins, Irwin. But you can’t deny hers”
“What sins?!” He shouted, feeling as if his body was nothing but a burning fire, ready to fight “She’s done nothing-!”
“I saw Mrs. Irwin dancing with the devil!” A voice cried from the crowd.
Ashton looked over Lockwood’s shoulders. Opening his mouth to speak but the shouting continued.
“I saw Mrs. Irwin crying tears of blood!”
“Mrs. Irwin made my house burn down, a deal with darkness! I saw it! She’s the devil’s wife!”
“Devil! Devil! Devil!”
The cries of the people were unstoppable, getting louder as they pound inside Ashton’s head. The feeling of drowning in mid-air caught him by surprise as his legs shook when he faced the crowd, looking frantically at them, begging them.
“N-no!” Ashton cried, shaking his head, but his voice died amid all the lies “No! You’re mistaken!”
How did it happen? His wife- his wife who has never left the manor. His wife whose smile could conquer the world and make the bravest man yield before her. His wife who’s the kindest, most beautiful soul he has ever met… Accused of witchcraft.
“Lockwood!” He cried, taking a step closer to the man until they were face to face, knowing how much that man was enjoying seeing him so desperate “You know those are all lies! You’ve known her! She would never-“
“I know what I know, sir” Lockwood answered gravely, but the tint of mockery in his eyes still shone through “And I know that I am a man of god. And if you were to say the same, you would let us make Justice in his name”
“I won’t let you do this!” Ashton told him, jaw tense and eyes filled with hate. The reverend scoffed.
“God doesn’t ask permission”
Ashton looked at him with disgust before grabbing the lapels of Lockwood’s shirt and bringing him closer “You are no god”
The reverend only smiled with sufficiency before he signaled the men of the mob. One, two, three… there were more than twenty by the time they came to the door. Ashton recognized them before three of them attempted to grab him.
He fought against them, throwing punches and kicks to slow them down. But every time he delivered a blow, three more would follow. They grabbed him by the jacket, by the shirt, and by the hair. They knocked down his knees and allowed him to fall to the ground before securing his hands behind his back.
Ashton watched with his face on the ground as ten men broke down the door to his home. Desperate tears escaped his eyes as the screams ripped through his throat.
“NO!” He would cry, trying to get away, but one of the men had his knee upon the small of his back, making it impossible for him to move “NO! LEAVE THEM ALONE!”
It was excruciating to listen to such heartbreaking screams. He called her name, bleeding through every word of warning, hoping she would listen and stay hidden.
“She’s with child! Leave her alone!” He’d beg to anyone who would listen, purposely ignoring the shattering sound coming from inside his home “Take me instead! Take me! Do what you want with me but leave them be!”
The man who was holding him down grabbed Ashton by the hair, pulling it until he was kneeling with his face directed at the reverend.
“There’s nothing you can do, Irwin,” Said Lockwood, looking expectantly at the manor “Just let the Justice make its path”
“This-” Ashton spat, “This is not justice!”
“Maybe not,” He admitted, “But it’s God’s will”
“Ashton!”
His wide eyes followed the sound, tears flooding his view as a wrenching scream passed his lips.
On top of the manor, in the window by the sea where he was standing mere minutes ago, he could see a white nightgown floating with the stormy breeze. There, his wife was standing at the edge, face red and puffy as the tears marked her cheeks. The wind caused her baby bump to be revealed against the soft fabric, an angelic sight for someone who was deemed to be anything but.
She yelled his name again, looking at him through the crowd. But she seemed tense, almost afraid to even look down. That’s when Ashton noticed the cut on her arm and the crimson blood dripping from her fingertips. Behind her, one of the men that invaded their home was holding her by the hair, tauntingly pulling and pushing just enough so she would believe she’d lose her balance and fall to the breaking of the waves against the rocks.
Ashton called her name, cried out for her, but to no avail. She would not hear him.
“NO!” Ashton trashed and turned, but more men came to hold him in place “Let her go! Take me! TAKE ME! LET HER GO! SHE’S HURT, SOMEONE HELP HER! LET HER GO!”
But the mayhem did not stop. The chants from the crowd grew louder when they noticed her upon the window. The storm gathered its strongest winds as the clouds clashed against one another. But all Ashton could hear besides his own screams was white noise.
He wanted nothing more than to be there with her. To cradle her face and wipe out those tears; kiss her as he promised her time and time again that they’ll get out of there as soon as they can. That their family will be safe.
Oh, how he wished he could go back in time. Wished he’d never left in the first place. Then they would not be trapped inside this nightmare, unable to wake up. He failed them, he failed her. “I’ll handle them,” He said, foolishly thinking he could protect her and their child. Now, as his heart threatens to come out of his body, there’s nothing he can do but beg to deaf ears and empty stares.
“Ashton!” She cried again, but the air in her lungs got stolen as a hand wrapped around her neck.
Her parted lips were all Ashton could focus on, the way in which she gasped for air and her hands found their way to sink her nails into her attacker’s arm, covering him with blood as well.
“NO!” He’d yelled, over and over again to no avail.
The whisper of his name crossed her lips when her eyes finally found him. He called out her name, bleeding through his throat and pain; his eyes never leaving her as he begged her for forgiveness. She looked at him with red, tearful eyes filled with something that could only be described as love. He knew what that look meant. He could not look away. Those were the eyes of the woman he loved, the look that only he would recognize among a thousand. He would not spare a moment away from them.
Even if that moment was taken away from them so abruptly.
Ashton watched the exact moment in which her eyes widened for the last time before they shut close. The last gasp that got trapped between her chest. A lonely tear ran down her cheek. And the amount of blood that sweeps from the horizontal cut across her throat, cleaning her from all of the sins she’s never committed.
Silence. That’s all it was.
Silence as her feet lost all support and slipped through the edge, making it seem as if she was the one taking the leap willingly. He wanted to run, foolishly thinking he could catch her before she hit the ground, hoping he could save her from the current nightmare of an endless void below. Yet, his feet were unable to leave the ground, feeling how his hope was falling with her, lost forever.
But all he could do was watch in slow motion as the white figure soared through the stormy winds one last time. Perfectly framed face covered by her hair, eyes closed and pink, parted lips, flying freely before the sea claimed her as his. Like an angel whose wings got stolen way too soon.
Silence. But not for long.
Legend has it that no cry was ever as broken as his. That the seas mourned with him and stood still for a moment, allowing him to try and take his own heart out of his chest, for that would hurt less than listening to the tragedy that tinted the night.
Thunder and lightning accompanied his lament, harmonizing with the sound of loss and heartbreak no man should ever feel. Like Orpheus who cried for Euridyce and won the sympathy of the gods; this cry would’ve broken their hearts.
Ashton fell forwards, curled in pain as the sobs got lost on the ground and were replaced by the naked anger of a man who just lost everything.
He looked up to see the reverend standing in front of him, the ghost of a smile forming on his lips, thinking he already won. Next thing he knew, everything went black.
*
The first thing he noticed was that he could not move his legs or arms. Something heavy was hanging from his ankles and he felt his body being carried over. Even when he opened his eyes he noticed the darkness, and when he tried to scream there was only a muffle coming through his ears. He could only guess by the pain in the back of his head, that he was being taken somewhere to die; he was blindfolded and gagged as if he would try to escape the fate he so longly awaited.
All Ashton could think was “Why am I not dead, yet?” He should be dead, it was obvious that the reverend would not let go of him so easily. But the thought that crossed through his mind almost instantly was that he wanted to be dead. He had nothing else to live for anymore.
There was an abrupt halt to every movement. Ashton could hear the sound of footsteps coming closer before he felt two sets of arms grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him to the ground. His knees scrapped the rocky surface, cutting through his skin. But he made no sound, no effort to be noticed.
The cold wind made him shiver, and aware that he was wearing just a thin shirt and raggy pants. The piece of fabric that gagged him cut through the corners of his mouth, making him savor the metallic taste of drying blood. He moved his hands, just enough to notice the burning of the ropes against his skin, and for his feet, he could only guess the same, though it felt heavier. He stayed on his knees for what felt like forever before his head was yanked back with a few strands of his hair, and suddenly he could see the clear skies again.
How long did he stay unconscious? He did not know, but it was enough for the storm to pass and show the full moon’s light. Ashton thought that it couldn’t possibly be enough. It’d never be enough.
Suddenly, the image of Reverend Lockwood appears before him. He was still wearing his wig and formal clothing. The same smug expression was drawn on his face. He needn’t say anything, he knew Ashton already guessed what was happening. Still, the young baron never took his eyes off of him, not once.
The wind grew stronger as the moon took the highest place of the night sky, witnessing as a young man didn’t fight as he was made to walk to the edge of a cliff, the sound of waves crashing below made him think of home.
“I thought it would be fitting,” The reverend said. Ashton didn’t answer.
Instead, Ashton looked at him, and everyone else present in their eyes, memorizing their faces and remembering the names of each and every single one of the people responsible for the death of his soul.
He stood straight, like a King. Never bowed or broke in front of his enemies. No one, not even Lockwood dared say a thing. The winds were changing once again, the minutes till midnight were counted and gone. And Ashton, in the silence of his heart, promised them that they will regret it. Every single one of them will regret it.
And with that, he took a step back. Feeling as the wind hit his back before he closed his eyes. The moon was the last thing he saw before everything turned black once more.
*
The water was cold as he sank.
The force of the hit made the knot on the gag lose, making the fabric float away as the water snuck inside his lungs. He kept on sinking.
The ties on his hands gave out as well as the ones on his feet. There was no resistance, only poor techniques.
The moonlight made the waters clear. Shinning above him. His hair framed his face as it floated gracefully. It was peaceful. Beautiful. Free
Twas the moon that saw his heart stop. The redness of the blood did not flow or pump. It was cold as the water surrounding him, as the beating slowed down with every moment of calmness that came with the ending of things. Until there was nothing but silence.
But when the blood turns as blue as ice, heart frozen. The cells in his bloodstream started to move backward, turning blue as the sea, craving for something to feed. Feeling like he could not breathe.
Eyes wide open in the middle of the sea.
*
No one talked about it out loud, but whispers only grow.
They knew what was coming for them. They were expecting it.
People tried to flee before, but he always found them.
It was always a mystery, they said, no one knew how those bodies were always found with such marks across their bodies, drained completely of any blood they might have left. Nobody had the same wounds; some would end up with broken backs; others with their heads turn the other side; people rumor about a man whose throat was cut in half, but there was no trail of blood, just an empty, open wound.
They all had the same marks upon their necks, though. Two small holes under their left ear were theorized to be left after continuous torture, a mark of the devil, perhaps. And not only that, but they all had another thing in common: They were all found in the morning with the most horrifying looks on their faces. Almost as if they’ve seen a ghost from the past that came back to haunt them.
The devil acted quietly and at night. One victim every forenight, no matter the gender. Only a few could be considered safe beside the children. But there was no denying that anyone could be next.
Some say that they saw the devil lurk in the darkness, with blue marks upon his veins on the inside of his arms and eyes glowing hazel in the dark. Others say that they saw him by the sea, sitting alone by the rocks under the abandoned manor. A few claim that they fought him and won, but no one believes them.
Reverend Lockwood always dismiss such rumors, smiling as he tried to reassure the people that nothing was wrong and that it was probably some children’s tale. But everyone in town knew how he locked all the doors and all the windows of his home before the night came.
Lockwood knew what was coming for him, he just didn’t know when. That’s until he learned about John Proctor’s death. There were no other men in town. The devil left him for last.
He was wise enough to send his family away before the night came. He locked all the doors and threw all the keys. He opened up his bible and held the crucifix on his chest, praying for salvation in a candlelight dimmed room.
The night was dark and quiet. The widows and orphans stopped crying about their losses a long time ago, the ones who dared to stay in the haunted town, at least. There were not many left, after all, but there were enough to remember what happened for years and years to come.
Silent prayers were the only sound that could be heard that fateful night. But meaningless words as the ones the reverend recited were of not much help, for a quarter past ten, the wind began to change.
“Our father, who art in-” The sound of a stomp made his skin crawl “H-h-heaven! Hallowed be th-thy name-” Goosebumps aroused at the flickering on the candle “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as-”
“There is no Heaven for people like you, Lockwood”
The voice echoed through the walls. The few patches of hair the reverend still had on his head perked up in fear as the crucifix slid from his fingers and fell to the ground.
“No, n-no, please!” He begged, looking frantically around the dark room.
“You knew I was coming,” The voice continued, making the old reverend’s heart go faster and faster “You should feel honored, actually, to be deemed this important”
“I- I don’t understand!” Lockwood cried “It can’t be! I forbid it! In the name of God”
The voice laughed, suddenly sounding closer.
“Oh, Lockwood, you can’t forbid anything here. After all, god does not ask for permission”
The light of the candle died in a second, suffocated by the sudden lack of oxygen in the room. Then, in the corner, standing very still with a smile plastered on his face, stood the devil himself.
Lockwood, frightened at the image, fell from his chair and into the ground, opening his mouth to speak but without any noise coming out as he dragged himself to the opposite corner of the room.
The same man that he’s seen jump out of the cliff not so long ago was standing in front of him. Clothes as dark as night; his long hair perfectly combed and styled; a silver necklace with two simple bands hanging from his chest; hazel eyes shining like a predator who’s just caught its prey… So beautifully twisted it was impossible to put into words. He hadn’t changed a thing except for his smile, so charming; so frightening; so cruel and deadly.
It was not a normal smile, no, it was the smile of the devil.
“No…”
In an instant, Ashton was standing in front of the frightened man, grabbing him by the lapels of his shirt and picking him up from the ground with a newfound strength he rather enjoyed.
“I am god,” Ashton smiled “And this is my justice”
*
When they found Reverend Lockwood’s body the next day, it was rather unusual.
The body still had marks all over it; the cross embedded and burned in the flesh of the dead man’s chest was certainly a novelty, and the face of horror was similar to the ones seen in the previous victims. It was the blood that threw people off.
This time the killer did not drain the victim’s blood as it usually did. For whatever reason, that might be, although people do claim it was because it was tainted, and the killer had some sort of dignity or whatnot. Instead, the blood was smeared all over the wall, spelling the message:
“This is god’s will”
*
2022
“For the thousandth time, Luke. If you’re going to convince a girl to give you her number, you should not read her fucking mind first” Ashton sighed over the phone, having had this conversation countless times.
It was another sunny day in L.A. Ashton found he likes it way more than the grey clouds of London where he spent the last portion of the twentieth century - It was the music that drew him in when the Beatles first started, but it can get quite boring after a few decades. He’d just gone on his daily coffee run, catching up with Calum that just moved in closer to him after spreading some mayhem in the southern part of the continent. And now he was trying to convince Luke, once again, that when girls say they like someone who could read their mind, they do not mean it literally.
“It didn’t work out last time, so what makes you think it’ll work this time?”
He passed the bookstore that Michael owns, saying hi to him as he walked passed the window, but not daring to come in while there were customers. He did, though, checked himself out on the reflection. Whoever said that beings like him can not see their reflection or walk under the sun was gravely mistaken.
After two centuries he still didn’t look a day older than twenty-eight. His hair was shorter now and his skin was adorned with tattoos that healed way too quickly and served to hide those blue marks of his veins. The only thing that changed was the lack of beating of his heart but, well, no one needed to know that.
He caught a glimpse of the two dangling rings on his necklace and let a sudden moment of nostalgia run through his mind, as a small, sad smile crossed his lips. After all, not all wounds can be healed with time.
“Yeah, Luke, I gotta go” He sighed, walking away from the man in the reflection “We can talk about it tonight, alright? Just, stay away from her childhood memories. You’ll thank me later”
He hung up the phone just in time for the crosswalk light to turn red, so he waited, not really paying attention to his surroundings when all of the sudden, a door opens across the street.
It was a quick glance. One of those that makes you take a double look. But it was gone the moment Ashton recognized it. He took a step forward, but the loud horn of a Tesla that was about to run him over, made him take a step back and let his coffee cup fall to the ground.
A sudden desperation took over him, cranking his neck up to see beyond the passing cars. He had to make sure it was really-
“No,” He thought “It can’t be-? No, but what if-?”
The light turned green and Ashton started to run. He would push past the people walking in the opposite direction, mumbling apologies as his senses heightened. Which way? Who? What? Where?
He was about to give up when all of the sudden he spotted it: the same shade of hair color, shining under the sun in the middle of sunset boulevard.
For the first time in nearly two hundred years, Ashton shivered. A pit of emptiness filled his stomach as he gathered enough courage to approach and- and do what? Well, it didn’t matter at this point, given that he was already walking toward this person, and before he knew it, his hand was on their shoulder.
“Hey, I-”
It has been a while since Ashton was left completely breathless by someone. But this wasn’t just anyone. The hair, the face, the eyes… oh, those eyes. He would always remember those eyes, that look, how they shined in the darkness. How many nights he spent forcing himself to remember them, even at his lowest he knew those eyes would pull him through anything. And now…
“I found you,” He whispered
“Excuse me?” The girl he’d unconsciously - consciously - stalked looked at him quizzically, ready to take out her pepper spray at any minute.
It took Ashton a second to realize that he was a complete stranger. He immediately took a step back.
“Oh shit,” He said, laughing and blushing awkwardly but without being able to take his eyes off of this girl “I’m sorry, I- I thought you were- Thought I recognize you from somewhere”
The girl rolled her eyes “Let me guess, from a dream?” She mocked.
“Uh, do guys actually use that line?”
“I don’t know, you tell me, stranger” She shrugged, ready to walk away again.
“W-wait!” Ashton hated how needy he sounded. But he can’t let this go just yet, not if it really is her “I’m sorry, I’m a dick. I shouldn’t have scared you, I promise I’m not a-” The girl raised an eyebrow at him “You just seem very familiar. May I ask your name? If that’s okay, I don’t want to make you even more uncomfortable”
The girl seemed to relax a bit more, and Ashton smiled at that.
“I’m Y/N, and you’re not a dick” She sighed “I’m just new to the city and you never know who’s a creep and whatnot”
“Y/N…” Ashton repeated, loving the way it rolled off his lips with such ease “I’m Ashton,”
He extended his hand and she took it, shaking it lightly. And for that brief moment, the wind started to change. A new hope settled inside his chest.
Y/N took her hand off first, but the touch still lingered. He knew she felt it, too.
Ashton cleared his throat “So! What brings you to the land of opportunities?”
“The same thing as always, I guess, to find that opportunity and make something out of myself” She smiled “Not more interesting than the next person, I’m afraid”
“Oh, I bet you are quite interesting,” Ashton rushed to say, blushing immediately “I- I mean, I can tell that you’re a very interesting person, Y/N. Not at all like other girls!”
“Wow, you really said that at loud, huh”
Ashton looked embarrassed “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” He sighed “Sorry, I’m just not very good at- well,”
“Flirting?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while”
“How long?”
He laughed “A lifetime, probably even more”
Y/N squinted her eyes at him, almost as if she was analyzing him. Ashton couldn’t help but smile, his wife used to do the same thing when she knew something was up with him.
“Alright,”
“Alright?” He asked, confused.
“We can go for coffee”
“We can?”
“If you want,” She shrugged, but Ashton could tell she was nervous as well. He smiled widely.
“I do!” He said, eagerly “Mine actually fell a few streets down and I couldn’t even taste it”
“A tragedy!” Y/N gasped mockingly, smiling right at him “Then, it’s my treat. And maybe I can give you some pointers on how to flirt with strangers”
Ashton smiled as they started walking side by side “I would love that, actually”
“Okay, first up: Don’t just approach strangers on the street. How do I know you won’t drain my blood or something?”
A nervous laugh escaped his lips, but he covered it up with a cough “So why are you inviting me for coffee then? If you’re not sure I won’t do that”
Y/N shrugged as she looked at him with familiar eyes “I don’t know. You seem…familiar. Maybe we met in another life”
“Yeah,” Ashton smiled, “Maybe”
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petyritonel · 1 month
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intimidation check
with advantage (Orym is on his tippy toes)
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mintyfangirl · 6 months
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I did it again 😁 this ones a lil more goofy tho and played with some effects
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inthepassengerside · 6 months
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luke wakes up in the middle of the night needy as ever, and there’s no reason for him not to help himself out and use his beautiful wife right next to him
warnings: smut -cnc, somnophilia , dirty talk, wet dreams, unprotected sex-
i don’t even know what this is i just got bored and horny
Luke was rutting his hips into the mattress that night. God was that dream so real. He was whimpering and needy and he had you tied up with your favorite vibe on your sore and swollen clit. You knew how much he was stressed and you loved being someone he could take his stress out on.
He was just watching you, slowly stroking himself because it felt so good he just needed to draw it out as long as possible.
You begin your third orgasm of the night as it washes over you and you even manage to squirt a little on the bed. Right away, he pushes his fingers into you roughly and makes you squirt more.
Your moans, oh your moans are what’s getting him off the most. He loves you and your body but your noises, the way you whimper at him, he loves it.
Just as he begins to push his tip into your tight walls his eyes open.
He lets out a heavy sigh once he’s aware of his surroundings. He’s incredibly hard. Luke doesn’t even catch himself when he starts pushing down his boxers and stroking his hard cock.
He sits up in the bed to see you laying on your back with your eyes closed peacefully. He smiles to himself before he peels the covers off of you to find you in a simple tank and panties.
Carefully, making sure not to wake you up just yet, he slips off your soft panties and spreads your legs. He was confused how you still haven’t woken up, but doesn’t dwell on it.
He pushes the tip in and let’s out such a breathy moan, it takes about two strokes before you’re moaning quietly, finally fluttering your eyes open and becoming aware of what’s going on. You’re alarmed at first, but you remember the conversation you had with Luke a few nights prior and immediately relax.
Soon, you focus on the pleasure and feel yourself stretching to his shaft.
“Hey baby. Had a dream. You’re so sexy I couldn’t wait till you woke up. Fuck.”
You giggle tiredly, “It’s okay baby. Love this. Love you fuckin’ me like this.”
His thrusts are deep and sharp and every time your hips meet he stays there for a few seconds, letting you feel his length inside of you.
Luke peppers kisses along your face and anything of your neck that’s exposed.
“You’re so tight holy shit. Can’t even fucking move.” He groans against your ear, softly nibbling at it.
You moan, “Ah. What was your d-dream baby?”
You feel your orgasm start to build up and you can’t take it. This whole moment is so much for the two of you and it’s definitely something new.
“Mm baby. Shit, I uh, had you tied up with a vibe on your clit. And shit it was so puffy- fuck, and you started to squirt all over our sheets. And you were making such pretty noises watchin’ me stroke my cock.”
You let out a guttural moan, “Shit t-that really is a dream,” You giggle.
Luke’s thrusts start to slow as you feel your orgasm. Your vision blurs as you’re already tired yet it’s probably one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. It was such a sensual moment that it made the orgasm last so much longer and feel so much better.
He’s not far to follow, immediately spilling into you as you clench around him and your body shakes. He whines as he starts to suck along your jawline down to your neck.
He collapses on top of you, yet making sure not to crush you as you run your fingers through his hair. He groans against you as you tug on the curls.
“I love you. I loved that. Came so hard, Lu.” You whisper against him.
He shuffles his head along your chest. “Loved it so much baby. Loved it because it was you. Glad we tried it.”
“Goodnight baby boy. I don’t even want to check what time it is, but we should go back to sleep.”
Luke chuckles against you, “Goodnight my love.”
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lukesdice · 6 months
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'Till the Day I Die
Luke Hemmings x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Some swearing
Blurb: You hadn’t seen your ex boyfriend in 7 months after he broke your heart, and at a party you finally see him again.
Note: hey :) I wrote this short piece as an introduction to me writing for 5sos! If you have any requests for any of the boys, pls send them in 🖤
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The light drizzle of rain tickled the tip of your nose and the ends of your lashes, a chilling breeze causing you to pull your thin jacket tighter around yourself. The muffled beat of lounge rock music drawled through from the patio doors, a light chatter of tipsy voices and clattering mixed in with the soft tunes.
"Have you spoken to Luke tonight?" Calum asked you, taking a short drag from his cigarette and turning to face you as he pressed his elbows to the cool metal on the balcony railing.
You shook your head and sighed, staring out at the darkening view of the city lights.
"Are you going to?"
Smoke tingled with your senses as you wrung your hands together, thinking for a short minute.
"Why can't he speak to me first?" you asked, not once tearing your eyes away from directly looking in front of you.
"He's not going to do that," Calum said, "I think he's scared."
You sighed again.
Calum held out his half-smoked cigarette in front of you, drops of ashes dusting the balcony floor.
You let the smoke inhale into your throat and exhale out of your mouth again, watching the clouds in front of you dance into the chilling air.
"Does he even regret leaving me without even really giving me a reason?" you asked, twisting the cigarette between your fingers a little.
A moment of silence passed.
"He hasn't really spoken much about it" Calum said.
You sighed for a third time.
You handed Calum his cigarette and took a swig of your vodka mixer, it's harsh burn trickling down your throat. You pulled the cup away from your lips and screwed your face into a disgusted frown.
Calum chuckled loudly, "not really a vodka girl huh?"
You shook your head and coughed a little, "but it gets me drunk quick so fuck it" you laughed lightly.
After Calum had finally decided to leave to find another drink, you decided to make your way to the toilet, smiling and waving at a few people on the way. You stared at yourself in the mirror, mascara now slightly smudged and hair a little frizzy from the faint rain. You combed your fingers through it to try and untangle the knots, adjusting your skirt to a more suitable position.
"Fuck" you whispered to yourself, the light buzz in your head from the alcohol kicking in a little.
As you left the bathroom, you noticed Luke from the corner of your eye, his curly blonde hair and sparkly eyeshadow was instantly recognisable. He was wearing his favourite suit trousers and converse, the combo you always thought looked great on him.
He was smiling and laughing with Ashton and some girl, your heart picking up in speed. You knew it was wrong to feel pissed off at the fact he looked happy, you just wanted him to be miserable without you. You knew that sounded cruel but you couldn't help it. You wanted him to feel as broken as you did when he left.
You made your way back to the balcony, now alone, beginning to feel anxious and awkward at the sight of seeing your now ex-boyfriend of 7 months.
"Oh" you heard awkwardly from behind you.
You slowly turned around, your heart now hammering in your chest as you came face to face with Luke.
You stared silently at each other for what felt like five minutes, it becoming obvious to you that Luke hadn't come out here because he knew you were and wanted to see you.
"Sorry" he croaked.
"I didn't know you were out here."
You twisted your lips between your teeth, racking your brain for anything to say back that didn't sound stupid.
"Why? Am I that unbearable to see?" you questioned, not even really aggressively but more in a defeated manner.
Luke cast his eyes away from you for a moment and you could see his cheeks heating up a little with embarrassment.
"No" was all he could say.
"How are you anyway?" you asked, trying your best to make conversation. For some reason you desperately didn't want him to leave, and you wanted at least a minute more with him. Even if your head and heart hurt whenever you looked into his blue eyes.
"I'm fine" he replied, looking uncomfortable in the spot he was standing in but obviously scared to even move a muscle. "You?"
"I'm okay" you told him.
He nodded slightly before turning around to place his hand on the handle of the patio door, ready to re-enter the party.
Your shoulders dropped as you turned back to the view, tears forcing their way to teeter on the edge of your eyelids. You knew seeing him would hurt but you weren't prepared for the actual literal pain it brought.
"Actually I'm shit."
Your eyebrows raised slightly as your body tensed up. You kept your focus on the buildings and cars below you, scared of what to reply and shocked at his admittance.
"I've been shit since we broke up, and it's worse 'cause it's all my fault."
Your mouth felt dry, a tear that had been taunting you fell quickly down your cheek. You brought your hand up to your cheek to wipe it away and it was gone as quickly as it had come.
You had been longing for and imagining this moment over and over, concocting scenarios in your head where he had said this to you in various different ways, but you couldn't even now bring yourself to look at him anymore, never-mind respond.
You heard him sigh and begin to open the door, his footsteps shuffling for a moment before stopping, the music from inside now a little louder.
"I may have fucked up and you may hate me," Luke said quietly from behind you.
"But fucking hell, I know I will love you 'till the day I die."
Your chest rose and fell heavily, another couple of tears crawled down your face, but still no words came to mind. You felt as stuck as a clay statue.
You heard the door shut behind you and the music was instantly muffled again, and you knew that you were alone. A soft quiet sob left your mouth, as you hugged yourself tightly and mentally berated yourself for not saying anything.
After another ten minutes of calming yourself down, you re-entered the party, desperately scanning your eyes around the room for his blonde mop of hair. You couldn't see him anywhere. You began to panic that you had fucked up your chance after he had just literally told you he still loved you.
"He left a few minutes ago" Calum told you as he sloped up to you, a beer grasped in his hands. His eyes were glassy from being a bit too drunk. "You might still catch up to him" he smirked a little, like he was telling you that he knew something you didn't.
You thanked Calum and left through the front door, practically running down the flights of stairs and to the front of the building complex.
There he was, waiting out on the pavement for a taxi.
You cautiously approached him, shivering a little in the nighttime breeze and steady rain.
"I don't hate you" you said, making Luke jump a little at your sudden voice.
He turned to stare into your soul, his bright blue eyes the only thing you could focus on as a small curl tickled his brow, his leather jacket covered in little raindrops and glitter dotted over his cheeks as the rain had migrated it from his eyelids.
"I fucked up Y/N and I'm sorry, so sorry" he suddenly began to ramble without warning, "I don't deserve you, I fuck-" his voice cracked.
You took one step closer to him.
"I was just scared of hurting you or that you would hurt me so I ran away, and I fucking hurt you anyway" he continued, his blue eyes were vast teary oceans.
"Luke" you whispered softly.
He stopped his rambling, as you stood directly in front of him.
"I fucking miss you" you choked out without really thinking as he gave you a wet sad smile in reply.
He opened his mouth to reply but as he did so, his taxi pulled up to the curb, the driver inside motioning for him to hurry. Luke gave him a wave and turned back to you, drinking all of you in as he seemed to fight with himself not to leave you now. Not like this.
"Do you need a ride home?" he asked.
"I don't want to be a pain."
"Please" he almost begged you.
You agreed and climbed into the taxi before him, your heart and head in a mess of confusion and intense emotion. You still hadn't quite registered the fact that Luke had finally explained his reason for why he hurt you, even if it was in a few rambled sentences. You still hadn't really taken in the fact that Luke still loved you.
You were both silent in the back of the dim taxi, your hand next to you gripping the edge of the middle seat. You desperately wanted to look at Luke but a part of you felt too rigid with nerves to move your head even a crack.
But as the taxi slowly followed traffic in front, you suddenly felt a warmth upon your hand, your chest fluttering a little as you looked over at Luke's hand on yours.
You let him intertwine his fingers with yours, resting your entangled hands on the middle seat, neither of you spoke a word but a thousand feelings were exchanged.
Luke softly squeezed your hand like he always used to, and a small smile tickled the corners of your lips, because you hadn't felt these innocently romantic feelings since you had first met.
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danwhobrowses · 4 months
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For anyone else who is gonna struggle surviving the next 3 weeks with the angsty and tense situation of Callowmoore here's a few things from the last 2 episodes that I feel were underrated and will assist in trying to keep me sane/emotionally stable: - Matching messed up hands built for holding - Fearne nervously playing with her hair as she approaches Ashton - Ashton wanted Fearne to be either the last thing they saw if they died or the first thing they saw when they succeeded - Fearne's admittance corroborates Ashley's 4SD revelation that Fearne is in love with someone in the party but doesn't know how to process the emotions - Fearne wanted Ashton to be happy, while Ashton wanted to feel whole so they would be worthy of the Hells - Ashton twice tried to lead a search for Fearne, and instantly clocking onto Chetney saying he followed Fearne - Fearne making herself look as radiant as possible before giving Ashton the cold shoulder - Ashton only rose to Chetney's provocations until he said 'You hurt Fearne' Use how you will
#godspeed my poor damaged psyche#critical role#bells hells#callowmoore#ashton greymoore#fearne calloway#fearne x ashton#ashton x fearne#strangely enough I don't enjoy having a dark and sad pit sitting in my chest day to day#3 weeks and we don't even get a cute M9 reunion in between to distract us? this was worse than Callowmoore's sistergate 3 week wait#also 'a little'? Sweetie people don't jump into lava for a little you got the big L and it's not Lesbian(s)#Feel like Laudna was a bit cruel this ep (Ash has been there for her a ton and she kinda villainized him) but we'll put it down to Delilah#much of Ashton's trauma has been overlooked or left to them to internalize but still nobody has told them that they are loved#and Ashton Greymoore needs to be told they're loved! (by Fearne)#but yeah time for more positive mental scenarios that 99% won't happen (but when that 1% does ho boy)#couldn't have just had Fearne go 'no talking' and sleep on Ash's chest to hear their heartbeat as her touch soothes Ash's pain could we?#or final fight scenarios where Ludinus is a walking harness and Ashton tricks them into absorbing their titan powers so he'd explode#they could've even had a talk in the woods because they wanted to find her so bad but was not gonna test Imogen's patience#I for one though will have at least one where Ashton seeks out Mori for advice (Fearne too but separately)#Tal I need you to use all your romantic arsenal in the feywild (Percy's worst travel experience) to win back Ashley's beautiful faun girl#bonus prompts for 'You will always be perfect to me' and 'Promise you'll come back to me' they pop up often in my scenarios#taliesin jaffe#ashley johnson
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thugpugs4lrh · 4 months
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Anything with Luke using a vibe or toy on you pleaseeeee🙌🏼
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Summary: A series of progressively spicier photos makes Luke rush home from the studio, only to find that you're going to need a bit of reprimanding.
Pairing: Dom!Luke x sub/fem!reader
Warnings: Smut (much sex heavier than some of my other smuts➣minors dni), dom/sub relationship, sexting, fingering, spanking, edging, creampies, rough sex, dirty talk, vibrator usage (partnered), oral (f receiving), reader being a brat, brat tamer Luke, fluffy ending (i think that's all but let me know in the comments if i missed something :))
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Sorry for the disappearance from writing bffs! College and my mental health have been kicking my ass. But now, I'm on Thanksgiving break and I'm so so happy to have some time to sleep and relax <3
If there was one thing you absolutely loved, it was being Luke’s sub. You absolutely adored the love and aftercare that came with it, but you’d be lying if you said being a brat wasn’t your favorite part. You loved to mess with Luke, and he knew you did, which is why he’d come up with new and unique ways to tease you after you pushed the limits a bit too far. Which is exactly what you planned on doing today. You smirked as you snapped a photo of yourself, making sure the strap of your lacy bralette was on full display. You sent the photo off, imagining Luke’s face when he got the notification while at the studio. 
Within a minute, your phone dinged with a text notification, and you practically jumped to see what Luke had said. 
Luke<3: looking cute today <3
You smiled, knowing that wasn’t the reaction you were searching for, but enjoying Luke’s compliment nonetheless. You pulled your crewneck over your head and posed in the full, body-length mirror in your shared bedroom. You turned so that your leggings hugged your ass just right in the late afternoon sun. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way your body looked in just your lacy bralette and leggings. You’d been going to the gym lately, and were quite proud of your accomplishments, hence why you’d decided to tease Luke. You sent the next picture off to him with a smiley face, feigning innocence. 
Luke replied almost immediately, his message bringing another bratty smirk to your face as you imagined him speaking it to you. 
Luke<3: what do you think you’re doing, princess?
You: just showing you the gains i’ve made at the gym. that’s all :)
Biting your lip, you slowly pulled off your black leggings while Luke’s contact showed that he was typing. He must’ve had a long message, for your phone didn’t ding again until you were in your bra and lacy panties, angling yourself as you kneeled in front of the mirror. 
Luke<3: i think you’re doing a bit more than that, honey
Instead of replying with words, you snapped a mirror photo of you kneeling, legs spread wide and a devilish grin on your face. You were pulling at your glossy, pink lips slightly with your pointer finger and your hair graced your back in such a way you knew that would drive Luke wild. You imagined him at the studio receiving your texts, and that just turned you on and encouraged you to brat out more. You thought about him in the soundbooth, with Michael maybe, trying to conceal his growing hard-on as he received progressively spicier photos of you.
The blond had never been good at hiding how horny he was, no matter the setting, and you imagined his cheeks flushed red, dick throbbing against his tight jeans while he thought about the ways he was going to punish you when he got home. 
Luke opened the message, hiding his phone from the other guys. It was a good thing he did so too, because he practically moaned when he saw the angelic sight of you in your lingerie, looking not-so-innocent. He wanted to tell you to stop, but the other part of him longed to receive more photos from you that would taunt his mind until he could go home and fuck you. The blond didn’t even have time to reply before another image came through from you. You were braless this time, your perky tits on full display.
The blond was practically salivating at this point, thinking of all the things he was going to do to you when he got home as punishment for bratting when you knew he was at work. Luke quickly typed out a message to you, locking his phone and placing it face down as he took deep breaths, trying to focus on the lyrics in front of him and not his twitching dick. 
Luke<3: are you trying to brat, honey? you know i’m at work, baby girl…
You giggled to yourself, feeling very much in the mood to test Luke’s limits and see if it would push him into leaving the studio early. You grabbed one of his worn, soft shirts from the dresser, sliding it over your head, along with a pair of old, pilling sweatpants. Putting on your cozy house clothes, you climbed under the plush, white comforter of your and Luke’s shared king size bed. You snuggled deep into the comfy blankets, letting out a happy sigh and sending one last photo to your boyfriend with the caption “gonna nap now. love you<3”. You had no intention to sleep, but you knew Luke seeing you go from spicy to huddled up in bed would immediately put him in domspace. 
You immediately received the response you were seeking when Luke sent back “I’m on my way home.” with a harsh period. You knew he was in domspace and giggled and blushed at how he would act when he got home. You loved having soft sex with Luke, but you also loved to brat. Mostly because Luke’s eyes would dark with lust as he teased you, overstimulating you until your mascara was running down your face.
Ten minutes later, you heard Luke’s car pull into the driveway, the front door slamming open shortly after. You heard his heavy footsteps thumping up the stairs and your heart raced with excitement at seeing the blond. Your boyfriend entered the bedroom, still in his jeans and button-down shirt from the studio, arms crossed over his chest. 
“I know you aren’t sleeping, princess.” Luke said, a stern look in his eyes. 
You giggled softly, pulling the blankets up to your chin. “What if I just missed you?” You pouted. 
“You knew I was at work, baby girl,” Luke hummed, leaning nonchalantly against your nightstand. “And you were being naughty.”
You reached your arms out for him to cuddle, making sure his blue eyes caught the sight of your old, completely unsexy pajamas. “Come cuddle.”
“Cuddle?” Luke chuckled. “You sent me those photos of you acting like a slut and you think I’m gonna come home to cuddle?”
You nodded, a pout on your lips as you fluttered your eyelashes at your dom. “What else would you do?” You said, a coy smile on your lips. 
“Do you need to be bent over my knee, baby girl?” he asked, raising a brow. 
“No!” You fake-yelped, knowing you’d love to be bent over Luke’s strong knee more than anything right about now.
Luke ignored your request, picking you up and holding you fast to his chest. He was so strong that any attempts you were making to wiggle or get out of his grip were futile, for he just held you tighter and smirked. You knew Luke’s threats were never empty, and that just excited you more as he pulled the shirt over your head and slid your pants off.
“You can be still and possibly get the chance to cum, or you can keep acting like a brat and go to bed without an orgasm. It’s your choice.” the blond hummed huskily, sitting down on the bed with you still in his grasp. 
“Lu,” You whined against him. “Stop teasin’.”
Luke licked his lips, laying you on your tummy and bending you over his knee. “I’m not the one who’s teasing,” he smirked. “I seem to remember a certain sub sending her dom very sexy pictures while he was at work, hmmm?”
“Wasn’t me,” You giggled sweetly, wiggling so that you were grinding your hips into Luke’s lap. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.” Luke chuckled, landing a stinging smack to your ass. 
You moaned at the feeling of his large, ring-clad hand colliding with your sensitive skin. Your clit was already throbbing with lust and Luke hadn’t even touched it. You held yourself fast against his thighs, wiggling to get friction against your pussy as you moaned into his leg. 
“You’re acting like such a fuckin’ slut,” the blond grumbled huskily, slapping your ass again. “Trying to get yourself off on my thigh.”
You could feel Luke’s rings bearing into your skin, and you just knew there would be marks on you tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You were having tunnel vision at the moment; all you could think about was all the ways your dom was going to punish you for bratting before he fucked you. You only lifted your head when you felt Luke shift as he reached into his bedside table, and it was then that you knew the blond definitely had a punishment planned for you. Luke’s threats of punishment for bratting were never empty, and that was confirmed when he pulled a vibrator from the drawer. 
“You wanna act like a bratty slut?” he asked. “Then you’re gonna get treated like one.”
Luke spread your legs across his lap, smiling as he noticed how the blood was already rushing to your pussy. He turned the vibrator on and then slowly pushed it towards your already-damp slit, smirking as you let out a high-pitched whine. You moaned as you dug your fingers into Luke’s leg. You were already so sensitive, and Luke messing with a toy on your pulsing clit wasn’t helping. 
“Lu,” You panted out. “Feels so good.”
Your boyfriend continued to trail his fingers along your folds, chuckling as you dug your nails into his leg. Between Luke fingering you and the vibrator, you could hardly think straight, your mind occupied with the thought of the orgasm building in your belly. You let out another whimper, wriggling against Luke’s lap as the feeling consumed you. 
“Need to cum,” You whimpered out, tears pricking your eyes. “Please, Lu.”
“Ah ah,” Luke tutted. “I know you’re stronger than that, baby girl.” 
Just as he said that, Luke flipped the vibrator to the highest setting, holding it against your electric spot as you sobbed and moaned. His face was filled with lust and glee as he watched you shove your face into your arm, desperate for release, but loving the punishment all the same. 
“I know you can take it, Y/N. You’re a whore.” he coached you, his fingers lubed with your wetness as he moved them up and down your pussy in a dizzying rhythm. 
You shoved your face into your arm as your mascara ran down your cheeks. You were subconsciously moving your ass to meet Luke’s arms while he pleasured you, your sex throbbing with want for the blond. Even though Luke was technically punishing you by edging you so hard, you couldn’t help but to enjoy the intoxicating feeling of someone else having full control over your body. 
“Such a pretty girl when you’re bein’ edged like a slut,” Luke cooed, his voice soft. Your boyfriend laid one last smack to your ass before speaking again. “You can cum, baby. Cum all over my fingers. I know you want to.” he hummed. 
You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go, moaning out Luke’s name as you came on his fingers. You pushed yourself deep into his lap to give yourself the extra friction as all the heat that had been building inside of you was finally released. You panted and let out a sob as you looked at Luke, a small smile decorating your tear-streaked face. Your mascara was running down your cheeks, and you sniffled, but you were grateful for your dom all the same. 
“Good fuckin’ girl.” Luke praised you, running a hand over your reddened bum. 
“I love you,” You whispered out, moving to snuggle into his chest, wincing at how sensitive your heat still was. “Sorry for acting like a brat.” You giggled. 
Luke hummed, holding you close against his chest as he ran a hand along your back. “I know you better than that, baby girl,” he chuckled. “You love to brat.”
You could feel Luke’s cock hardening under you as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but to prove his thoughts true. You began to grind into his lap, watching the blond’s face for a change in expression. Sure enough, his face contorted into a grimace, and he held your hips tighter as he slowly bucked his own into yours. 
“Fuck me, Lu,” You said in a sultry tone. “Fuck me hard.”
“You want it rough?” he asked, dipping his head to meet yours as he began to heartedly kiss you.
“Mhm.” You hummed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his blond curls.
Luke didn’t need more confirmation than that. He immediately tossed on your back onto the bed, pouncing on top of you. He had pinned you down with one of his hands, and with the other he began to finger you once more, enjoying the way you twitched at contact with your sensitive pussy. 
“You really just love to be a bratty sub, don’t you?” Your boyfriend teased. “Getting in trouble and then being used for my pleasure.”
You nodded, unconsciously clenching your thighs. Luke held you in place by straddling you as he pulled his shirt off, and you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped you as your eyes trailed from his muscular, hairy chest, down to his soft yet fit tummy, and then finally to the blond happy trail that snuck its way into his pants. 
“You like what you see, darling?” he asked, slowly riding back and forth on your spread legs. “Or should I just leave you alone with a vibrator again, tied up and not able to cum?”
You shook your head quickly, bucking your hips against his thighs. “Please, Lu. Need you so bad. Need you inside me.” You wrapped your arms around his back, digging your nails into his soft skin. 
Luke chuckled at your pleas of want as he left kisses all over body, until finally, he moved to take his pants off. He easily unbuttoned them, pulling them off so quickly it would’ve been almost impossible for you to move to act out. He tossed them, along with his underwear, onto the floor and smirked as he watched your face take in all nine inches of his throbbing dick. Over the course of the scene you’d just had, combined with all the dirty talk, the blond had grown hard, his hormones rushing to his cock. 
“Can you take me without any lube, honey?” he asked. “Are you so wet for me?” he whispered huskily in your ear. 
You nodded quickly, gripping onto his back. “Please, Luke. Need your big cock.” You moaned. 
The blond didn’t give you the chance to say anything else. Instead, he slammed completely into you, moaning when he heard the whine you let out. He began to ride you hard, his balls slapping against your sensitive ass as he fucked you into the mattress. 
“Oh god, baby,” Luke moaned. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”
You were practically yelling the blond’s name as he rode you, unable to think of anything other than him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel Luke’s shaft sliding in and out of you, hitting all your wonderful spots just right as your walls clenched. 
“Harder,” You cried out. “Need you to fuck me harder.”
“Harder, honey?” Luke asked. “Well, aren’t you a little slut.” he smirked. 
Luke continued to rail you into the bed as the headboard hit the wall, enjoying the way tears were coming to your eyes once again. You were already so close to cumming, and the blond knew that. Your second orgasm was always faster than your first. You were shaking as the feelings began to overstimulate you, but Luke wasn’t letting up as the sounds of sex filled your bedroom. 
“Need to cum, Lu.” You moaned as he held you down.
“Want you to cum with me.” he hummed. 
You looked up at Luke topping you, and every thought you might’ve had disappeared. You knew the blond wasn’t wearing a condom, but somehow, you didn’t care. His blond curls falling in his face and his forehead glistening with sweat was enough to drive you wild. 
“Mhm.” You nodded as your eyes practically rolled back from how hard he was fucking you. 
“On the count of three,” he huffed. “One, two, three.”
As soon as the word left his mouth, Luke was cumming in you and you felt the heat rush to your belly as your walls clenched around his dick. You were both panting and moaning, your sweat (and cum) mixing as Luke left kisses on your bare breasts. You were so fucked out at this point that you didn’t even notice Luke pull out of you and crane his head to lap up the cum that was spilling from your pussy. 
“You taste so good, baby girl.” he hummed, licking his lips. 
“So you do.” You mumbled sleepily, but with a smile tugging at your lips. 
Your boyfriend chuckled, brushing your hair away from your forehead and kissing your cheek. “Are you okay? I know that was pretty rough…” he admitted sheepishly, laying down beside you. 
“Mhm,” You hummed, cuddling into his chest. “Like to be punished.” You whispered, still mostly in subspace. 
Luke couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. “I know, honey. I know,” he moved to reach into his bedside table once more, pulling out a chocolate bar and a plastic bottle of water that he kept in there for after scenes like this one. “Want some?”
You nodded, and Luke broke off a piece of chocolate, feeding it to you and then handing you the water bottle. You took a few small sips and gave it back to him, allowing him to place it on the nightstand and cuddle next to you, pulling the comforter over your naked bodies. 
“I love you.” You hummed. 
“I love you more, princess.” Luke cooed, kissing your lips softly. 
And as you fell asleep, you knew he meant it. 
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Chetney once again trying to get Ashton to indirectly say they love him
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Tom Hiddleston, his fiancée Zawe Ashton and their little boy strolling through the streets of North London on July 24th.
Via Tom Hiddleston Brasil on Twitter.
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morningfears · 6 months
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Second Chance
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rating: pg
Summary: Ashton was your first love. It was a case of right person, wrong time. But sometimes, life gives you second chances. Warnings: None, just cute and soft. Pairing: Ashton x GN!Reader (Pretty sure GN but if you catch anything, let me know and I’ll change it to the correct pairing) Word Count: 1.5k
Though nearly six years had passed since your last first date with Ashton, it felt as if nearly no time at all had elapsed as you sat across from him. That last first date, one that also spanned an entire evening, launched a two-year relationship. It found your first love and you felt a sort of deja vu as he easily recounted a new tale from tour.
This Ashton - years older, years wiser - was simultaneously familiar and so very different. He still carried himself with an ease you found comforting, armed with a bright smile and infectious laughter, but there were more layers now. Behind those hazel eyes lingered a deeper understanding of the world, an understanding of life that hadn’t been present at twenty-three and you did nothing to hide the soft smile that lifted the corners of your mouth as he gestured wildly.
“So, did Cal ever realize it was Luke hiding his shoes or does he still think it was Michael?”
Empty coffee cups lingered on the table, long since cleared of your dinner plates, as the restaurant slowly closed around you. Hours had passed, spent lost in conversation - catching up on lost time, listening to the melodic sound of his voice - and you knew you’d have to leave soon.
Still, rather than relaying that thought, you leaned forward with a grin as you waited for his answer.
“Think he realized after a few shows,” Ashton admitted, laughing as he idly wrapped a hand around an empty cup. “Wouldn’t surprise me if he’s waiting to get him back, though. Luke’ll have forgotten all about it by the time Cal attacks.”
“You know, it’s kinda comforting to know that no matter how much things change, some things stay the same.”
Both of you had grown since you last saw one another. Your early twenties were gone, replaced by true adulthood - a career, taxes, responsibilities that sometimes seemed overwhelming - and it was evident in the conversation you’d had. There’d been discussion of family, friends and their marriages and their children; there’d been talk of work, of the inability to recover the way you used to; there’d been a whole tangent about diets and playful complaints at the fact that spicy food grew harder to stomach the older you got.
But knowing that there were still those moments of levity calmed any remaining nerves lingering in the pit of your stomach. Because as different as things were, there was still a glimpse of the Ashton you fell in love with and it made you hopeful that things might be different this time.
Ashton opened his mouth to respond, words on the tip of his tongue, but before he could speak, a soft voice popped through the bubble you’d spent most of the night in.
“Sorry,” she began, politely apologetic. “Just wanted to check in. We’re closing the kitchen so, if you’d like anything else, now is the time. And if not, I’ve got the check.”
The pair of you blinked, both surprised at the time as you spared a glance around the now empty restaurant, before you grimaced apologetically. “Sorry,” Ashton laughed, “didn’t realize how late it was. We’re good.”
“Yeah, we’ll get out of here so you guys can close. Sorry,” you repeated, following suit as Ashton stood from his seat and took the bill.
In a matter of moments, you were standing outside the restaurant, glancing back as the staff turned the sign and began closing up. It reminded you of the past, of nights when you’d close down restaurants just to spend a few extra hours together after he returned from the road, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you headed for the parking lot.
“Guess some things don’t change.” He grinned, eyes bright and glittering in the city lights as he drifted closer to you. His hand bumped yours, body bleeding warmth as tipped his head to glance at you.
“Can’t believe we spent all night sitting there.” It was a quiet observation, whispered into the wind as you wandered slowly down the sidewalk. “Felt like no time at all.”
“It was always like that with us,” he reminded you - as if you’d somehow forgotten just how easy things were for most of your relationship. “Even at the end, we could talk forever and not get tired of one another.”
“I think the accent helped back then.” Ashton rolled his eyes fondly, laughing as his hand brushed yours once more, while you ducked your head. “You’ve always been easy to talk to. You’re kinda captivating, Ash.”
It was true. Ashton had always captured your attention wholly. His voice, warm and honeyed; his way with words, always so thoughtful and intriguing; his general demeanor, easy and bright - everything about him made you want to lose yourself in him and you continued to be reminded of why you’d loved him so fiercely for so long.
“You’re one to talk, sweetheart.”
There was little you could say in response, little your brain seemed to process, so you opted for the next best thing. After a moment’s hesitation, you took Ashton’s hand in your own and laced your fingers together. From the corner of your eye, you saw his grin grow wider - beaming, even in the dim moonlight - and smiled as you drew closer to the car.
The night was coming to an end, as sad as that made you, but you could see more nights like it in your future.
Conversation tapered off into comfortable silence then, neither of you compelled to speak just for the sake of it, and it was yet another reminder of what you’d missed. Things with Ashton had always held a level of ease that no one else had compared to and it was comforting to revel in the quiet, even as you climbed into the car and an old rock song began to play.
As Ashton tapped his fingers along to the song on the radio, you took the opportunity to study him. He sat bathed in the warm glow of streetlights, side profile exactly as you remembered it. There were a few minute changes - his hair had grown a little longer, facial hair covered cheeks that had grown a bit fuller - but you were reminded of why you’d always fawned over him.
There was something magnetic about him, something bright and beautiful that drew you in and kept you tethered in his orbit. He’d always been beautiful, both physically and mentally, and you were grateful for the chance to reconnect.
However, all too soon, you found yourselves parked in the lot of your building and heading up the sidewalk to your door.
“This was nice,” you conceded, smiling as you lingered near your front door. “I missed this.” With only a split second of consideration, brain working on overdrive to rid itself of any doubt, you admitted, “I missed you.”
Ashton, whose cheeks tinted pink beneath the scruff of his facial hair in a way that made your chest ache pleasantly, smiled brightly as he nodded. “I missed you, too.” His agreement was easy, ready, as he took a tentative step closer. “I’m really glad you said yes to tonight. I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
“I never considered anything other than yes.” There’d been no real thought, no other answer you could’ve given him. Though your relationship ended way back when, Ashton had always been the one that got away. Getting a second chance was more than you could’ve asked for. “I’m really glad we bumped into each other.”
It was a moment of serendipity, a coincidence that hadn’t occurred in the years you’d spent apart, and you knew Ashton was just as happy for the chance as he nodded his agreement.
Another step closer, another smile, as Ashton seemed to weigh his words. “I didn’t know if we’d see each other again,” he admitted, voice quiet as he closed the distance between you. “I always wanted to, always thought about reaching out, but I was afraid. I’m glad the universe made the decision for us.”
Ashton lifted his hand, soft and warm as it pressed to your cheek, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I want to do this right this time,” he declared, voice soft and washing over you as your eyes fluttered. “I don’t want to rush and fuck it all up again.”
“No one fucked it up last time,” you reminded him, tone matching his as you gripped his bicep softly. “It was just the wrong time. Things are different now, though.”
“Second time’s the charm.” His easy agreement was all you needed to close the small space between you once more, returning your lips to his in another soft kiss.
The second chance was what you both needed, another shot at a love you’d missed so dearly, and you were glad to have gotten it. No matter what happened, you were hopeful that this time, the second time would be the charm.
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Author's Note: I dunno, man. I'm just writing while my brain will let me.
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let me sleep - lrh
summary: luke’s snoring and blanket stealing has kept you awake all night. he tries to make it better when he realises.
an: happy valentine’s day! i used quite a few prompts from this list so i hope you enjoy it:)
word count: ~950
pairings: luke hemmings x genderneutral!reader
warnings: none really, just fluff and wearing someone else clothes
feedback + constructive criticism appreciated, requests are open
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You had a terrible sleep - you'd just woken up and you already felt dreadful. Luke had spent the whole night hogging the blankets and pressing his icy feet against your legs - no matter how far you moved away, they seemed to drift back to you.
He fell asleep a lot quicker than you, and the first time he tugged the blankets off of you, you took them back rather easily. But the more it happened, the harder it was to get any for yourself.
After multiple failed hours of sleep, you were sick of it. You went down stairs and stole the two blankets off the sofa and brought them back to bed. You wrapped them around you, folding the corners into your chest so Luke had no way of stealing it. And you finally managed to sleep.
You woke up an hour later to your whole body frozen. Luke had wrapped himself in both the duvet and the blankets, leaving one leg stuck out which happened to be pressed against yours. He was snoring incredibly loudly which irritated you more and more. You began trying to lift just one of the blankets away from him to no avail. He was wrapped in them so tightly; you didn't understand how he wasn't overheating.
After that, you couldn't sleep whatsoever. You gone and borrowed one of Luke's hoodies, and a pair of his joggers, from his wardrobe yet the cold was still numbing. You'd be able to slip your feet and a small portion of one of your legs under the duvet which gave you a little comfort until Luke's legs found them and froze them again. He wasn't ill so you had no idea how he could feel so cold.
You tricked yourself into falling asleep not long later but it felt like minutes until Luke was waking you up again. He'd wanted to get up early because he knew this weekend, you'd promised each other to spend as much time with the other as possible. However, you made him swear he wouldn't get you up too early as you'd never been much of a morning person.
He'd woken you up rather nicely, shaking you a little, then pressing kisses all around your face. As sweet as that was, you were having none of it - you turned around and spoke, "piss off."
Luke was slightly taken aback, but figured you'd just had a bad sleep. He tried to latch onto your waist and wrap his arms around you but you just pushed him off and grabbed the duvet. If you couldn't sleep last night, you were going to make it up now and not let Luke distract you.
"You okay, angel? Did you not sleep okay?" His hand was on your head, trying to comfort you without annoying you.
As much as you liked talking to him, you'd wake yourself up and have no chance at sleeping again if you did. You tried to murmur something back - with was unintelligible to both you and Luke. Instead, you answered him again, "no, let me sleep."
Luke could tell you were not happy and needed this so he just carried on trying to comfort you. Nothing was working; you still couldn't sleep and had spent the last five minutes wriggling around trying to find a comfy position.
You felt Luke move away from behind you and figured he must've been bothered by the squirming around. Instead he gently flipped you around and placed your head on his chest.
As usual, he knew exactly what you needed and you felt a lot more comfortable, "you're so cute when you're irritable and sleepy."
You chose to ignore him, "you're so warm. How are you so warm? You were so cold earlier."
You felt him chuckle against you, pausing to wrap his arms more tightly around you. You moved your hands under his shirt, letting them rest on his stomach and steal his heat.
"Are you wearing my clothes? I swear you weren't wearing them when we went to bed." He moved his hands to your shoulders, gently massaging them, keeping you relaxed.
"You spent the whole night hogging the blankets and duvet, snoring in my ear, and pressing your frozen feet into me, I think this is the least you can do."
He kept one hand on your shoulders whilst letting the other one move up and down your back. "m'not complaining, you look very pretty in my clothes. And I'm sorry about that, angel, I didn't mean to, let me make it up now, yeah?"
You nodded, trying to relax yourself again, cuddling into him more and more. Luke hadn't once removed his eyes from you. He was looking down at you fondly the whole time, trying his best to make sure you're okay. He was grinning slightly at the sight of you - he was so grateful to wake up with someone like you and wanted you to spend every moment tucked in his arms.
"Will you sing to me, Lu? Anything you'd like."
He gripped you tighter, moving one of his hands to intertwine with yours. He pressed a kiss to it, then placed another on your head, pausing for a moment to remember it, "of course i will."
You were mostly asleep already, so when he began to sing something you didn't recognise, but had a feeling Luke wrote, you fell asleep almost instantly, His voice was so soothing you wanted to listen to it forever. No matter how hard you wanted to keep listening, you fell asleep, the last thing you remember being another kiss to your face, an, "I love you, sweetheart," and the end of the song.
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I Dream About You (a.i)
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Summary: Hazy and emotionally unaware, nothing else but the feelings of loving your best friend
Warnings: Angst. Mentions of alcohol. Obliviousness. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)
Word Count: 2.6k
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday, Ash ❤️ Please remember to reblog, comment and like! Feedback like that makes my heart grow bigger ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨🌻
My masterlist // taglist in bio!
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There is a moment in movies where everything just seems to go in slow motion. The main character would look around the crowded room, smiling as they see their friends laugh, drink, chat… they reflect on their life, how lucky they are to be in that exact moment to just enjoy everything that happens around them, even if they exclude themselves for a second.
But then, the smile they held would start to fade. Maybe they realized that the moment is already gone, or maybe they saw something they shouldn’t have that broke their hearts into a million pieces. You were in the second part of that predicament.
For a moment, you were that main character as you looked around the room where everything seemed to stop. Your friends were all laughing, sitting on the couch with a drink in hand, chatting about the recent events that led you all there. Others were standing near the kitchen, making drinks as their conversation became deeper with strangers they just met. And you? You were standing in the middle of it all, feeling proud that the party was a total success.
It wasn’t your party, though, it never really was. You are much happier to celebrate others than yourself. And you knew that no one else deserved to be more celebrated than Ashton.
The planning started weeks ago, an impulsive call to Calum
“On a scale of one to ten, how badly would it be to give Ash a surprise party?”
He answered ten. He knew his friend was not very fond of surprises “But if you’re the one throwing the party, it’ll become a 3. You know he has a weakness for you”
It started as a small get-together, just your closest friends gathered in one of the cabins in the desert he loved so much. A getaway to the place that seemed to make him the happiest as of recently. But fifteen guests soon turned into thirty and then into fifty… Suddenly, Ashton was opening the door to the unexpected shout of “Surprise!” from people he knew all his life and people he met just once.
He didn’t seem mad, though. The first thing he did when he saw you was wrap you in a warm hug, giggling into your ear as he kissed your cheek and whispered a small “Thank you” before other people swept him away. And if his smile was anything to go by, you knew he was just as excited as you.
And, as the party continued to go smoothly, you knew you’ve won the best friend award of the season.
But you weren’t just a best friend, were you?
The intrusive thoughts took a hold of you again. It was easy to forget all of it while you were in the middle of a conversation with a stranger, or when you were doing shots with Michael and Luke in the kitchen trying to prove who could hold the poker face longer. But it was in the rare moments where you were standing alone, looking from the outside, that everything fell upon you.
It was the empty feeling in your heart that came first as you looked for Ashton in the crowd, not being able to find him at first glance. It’s not like you were attached to the hip either, you both respected your space and allowed yourselves to evolve in different aspects of life.
“Like a cat, you know?” He said one day.
“Ash, you’re allergic to cats” You reminded him, lifting your gaze from the book you were reading.
“But I respect them!” He giggled, poking your leg as he sat next to you on the couch “They do their thing, they let you do yours. But in the end, the bond is still there, even stronger. You and me? We’re like cats”
You put that as one of the top ten weirdest things Ashton has ever told you on a Friday afternoon, but the more you thought about it, the more sense it made.
But lately, you’ve been feeling as if something was missing if he wasn’t there. Or if for some weird reason he didn’t text or call you throughout the day. His presence has been such a constant in your life ever since you met years ago and it felt… wrong. It felt wrong not to have him around as much lately.
Yes, he was busy. Yes, you understood why. But you missed him more than a friend would.
But you weren’t just a best friend, were you?
There it was again. The question that wouldn’t let you sleep for more than a few hours before popping in your head. The scene seemed to change as you found yourself sitting on one of the couches, normality playing its act on your skin as you remembered you had to laugh about something Calum said.
A group of lively people was gathered around the coffee table. Red cups and empty cans served as the decoration while Calum continued his story next to you, always moving his arms to make his point across. You giggled absentmindedly as you got lost in your drink, flattering your eyes across the couch to the set of armchairs.
Ashton raised his eyebrow, asking in the middle of a laugh if everything was okay. You nodded slightly, smiling reassurance at him. He didn’t believe you, of course, but now wasn’t the time to ask. So he fell back into the conversation as if that small glimpse of worry never happened.
You, however, kept staring. His relaxed pose, button-down showing his chest, curls framing his face perfectly with his new haircut, the sound of his laughter that tinted his cheeks the softest shades of pink. It was impossible to keep your eyes from such a sight. As if he was the sun and you were the sunflower that chased for him, always looking with admiration for such a powerful energy.
The same feeling in your stomach grew stronger. The same feeling you were carrying for more nights than you would like to admit.
“He cares for you,” Said Calum a few moments later when you were both standing in the kitchen, not really remembering how you got there in the first place “He’s just not great at showing it”
The night found one of your small smiles again. Eyes diverting toward the bowl of snacks that lay there, you nodded as you grabbed a few. You didn’t know where this sudden sadness came from, but it was clear that in the party filled with people, you were the one miserable soul.
“Hey,” Calum interjected again, pulling you out of your thoughts as his hand came to cover yours over the table “I mean it, Y/N. I’ve never seen him look at someone like that, only you”
“Like what?”
“Like you gave him the world in the palm of your hand”
As if sensing someone was looking, you raised your head and looked across the room. Hazel eyes staring back, a flash of hurt crossing his expression as his gaze rests on your hand occupied with someone else's. Or maybe that was what it seemed, for he retreated his eyes immediately, not fast enough to notice how Calum pulled his hand away to give your shoulder a gentle pat.
“He’ll come around,”
“That’s what I’m afraid of” But he didn’t hear you. No one did. Sometimes you wonder if you said that out loud or just let your semblance do the talking for you.
Calum shook his head “C’mon,” He said, pulling on your hand “You need new things to think about”
Anything. Think of anything other than him. Think of anything but the way his hand feels intertwined with yours or the way the slow rising of his chest lures you to sleep more than once. Think of anything but the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles or the way he fidgets with his hands when he’s nervous. Think about the way his hugs feel, or how he always seems to know what you’re thinking before you even know it yourself. Think about the soft strings of his guitar as he sings your favorite song, accompanying your voice in a sweet melody that would belong only to the two of you. Think about how much you love him and how it never feels like enough. Think about how you will always love him, even when he doesn’t feel the same. Even when he was just your best-
But you weren’t just best friends, were you?
The world stopped again, but you were moving normally. The party around you grew louder as the breaking of your heart became stronger.
You watched as everyone just stopped. Freezing in place as you moved swiftly through them, looking for the one that could make everything normal again. You walked around, careful not to step on anyone’s toes or to trip on an empty beer can. Your eyes examined every single person there, enjoying their happiness and careless souls. Couldn’t they feel the same as you? Couldn’t they see how broken you were?
No, of course not. You were selfish just to think about that. Not everything is about you nor do they have to be aware of your emotional state. It was a stupid idea anyway, to think that they would care as much as he would. But it was unfair as well. It was unfair to the others how the host of this party couldn’t even pull on a happy face. It was not their fault but yours. And you knew that. You knew these moments might be the last, you should’ve taken a picture. At least you would remember their smiles.
The room even in slow motion seemed to be never-ending. Stretching itself as you found your way toward confetti-filled floors, looking over everyone’s shoulder to find him. Maybe if you found him- maybe it’ll be okay again.
But the room didn’t want you to find him. That much was obvious. You should’ve listened. Should’ve retreated. Should’ve gone back to the party and looked the other way.
Anything to avoid the sight of the man you love hugging another person on his lap. Anything to avoid looking at the way his eyes seemed to shine brighter. Anything to avoid the broken sigh that escaped your lips when you saw him kiss her neck.
The world kept going but yours just stopped. Silently and broken, like the steps you traced back. Like the heart that once belonged to a best friend, even if it wanted to be more.
But you weren’t just a best friend, were you?
The night was cold, even more so in the middle of the desert in July, but you didn’t mind. You welcomed the cold as you sat down on the steps that led to the patio. Breathing deeply as your closed eyes turn to the sky. How did you end up here? At what moment did it become too much?
You couldn’t pinpoint the time and place where you fell in love with him. It just happened. One day you woke up and you knew he’d be the man who’d break your heart. And you let it happen. You knew it would happen. So why does it hurt so much?
“I knew I’d find you here,”
You heard his voice before you felt his warmth next to you. Silk shirt graced your bare arms as he sat to your right. You kept your eyes on the sky.
“You were always a sucker for stars” He chuckled.
“No moon tonight, though,” You said, smiling at the sound of his voice.
“What do you think it means?”
“That there can only be one Astro illuminating the night”
You turned to him with a smile, nudging him teasingly as his pout became a giggle. Eyes filled with fondness as he scrunched his nose, you doing the same in return.
“I missed you tonight,” He said, eyes drifting back to the dark sky
“I never left,”
“You know what I mean” You did.
“You didn’t seem to miss me much,”
“Then look again,”
But you didn’t. You couldn’t.
“Look!” He said, one arm pointing at the sky “A shooting star!” The childlike innocence made you smile “I haven’t seen one in years”
“Are you going to make a wish?”
“I’d rather give my wish to you,” Ashton said softly, turning to you.
You looked at him with parted lips but soon smiled as you closed your eyes and wished.
When you opened them again, you saw him smiling widely at you.
“What’d you wish for?”
“For something I can’t have”
“Aw, c’mon! You can’t know that!” He laughed, but one look at you made his laughter die down. He sighed as he smiled softly “But you do know it, don’t you?”
“I do,”
“Because you never made that wish in the first place”
“I missed the star the first time.” You said “My eyes were closed and my head was fuzzy. And-”
“And I wasn’t here to point it out” Ashton continued, eyes never leaving yours “I’m still at the party”
“You could’ve been anywhere, I wouldn’t know”
“And what if I tell you I was at the door? Looking over at you hoping you’d turn back”
“But I didn’t turn back,” You said, standing up and walking toward the patio. Ashton followed closely “In fact, I never came back to the party after that. I couldn’t. Not when you-”
The silence enveloped the two of you. Stars shining bright as the stillness of the night let time pass by.
“Where are you?” He asked.
“Not where I’m supposed to be,” You said “I keep coming back here, hoping it would be different”
“But it can’t be different. It already happened”
You nodded “And where are you, right now?”
“Not where I want to be” He kept walking with you, going nowhere “Where were you when I called the next day?”
“I ignored your calls for the following weeks. I wanted you to hate me, to make it easier”
“I could never hate you, even if I tried” He smiled “And when I came into your house? Banging on the doors and calling your name?”
“I pretended I wasn’t there”
“I looked for you,”
“I wasn’t ready to be found and face the music”
“But it was our music, our song, our melody…” He smiled sadly “It was us”
“Guess I was scared,” You sighed “I wasn’t ready for a broken heart, and you-”
“I’m not real, Y/N. I can’t give you an answer you think you know”
“I should’ve told you then”
“What difference would it make?”
“I guess we will never know,” You said, looking back at the cabin and not finding it through the dark “I only know that-”
“Yes,” Ashton smiled “We were always more than best friends”
*
4:00 AM. That’s what the clock said when you woke up.
It was the same dream, the same conversation. The same emptiness on your bed.
A year has passed, or at least that’s what you think. Time became irrelevant when the world became in slow motion now that there was no one to make it turn again.
A sigh escaped your lips as your hands looked for your phone. Maybe a mindless scroll would lure you back to sleep. Maybe into another dream.
Yet, a message that wasn’t there suddenly caught your eye.
Ash:
[4:01]: I had a dream about you
[4:01]: I know you’ll probably ignore this but… It was the best dream I had in a while.
[4:02]: Good night, Y/N.
Y/N:
[4:04]: Maybe it was a shooting star.
And five seconds later, a call flashes through your screen.
“Hello?” You said, curling the sheets with your hands.
“What would you wish on a shooting star?” He asked
“For something I can’t have”
*
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bentannin · 7 months
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Losing my mind over the “My titan” moment this episode but losing it even MORE over the
Fearne: “Thanks, Ashton”
Ashton, most definitely blushing and bashful, while trying to hide it: “I don’t care”
Only to be followed by the softest utterance of “fuck…” because our resident earth genasi titan blood barbarian absolutely realized how down bad he is!!!
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pocketgalaxies · 1 year
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C3E31: fearne + bad thoughts (requested by anonymous)
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