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jade-hearted-gymleader · 2 years

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If Green was good at anything, it was being a mold-breaker. It's why his gym was the first of it's kind to not type specialize. Why it offered multiple paths to the badge, traditional and innovative. It's why, at least Green himself felt, like people watched his every move everywhere he went.

People wanted him. Wanted to be him. The positions of gym trainer at his gym were fought-over and extremely prestigious positions, and Green was highly selective. But when he chose, no one doubted his choices. Even when three strange individuals came all at once and were granted the job without much public fanfare. After all, the intense battles that were prerequisite to being accepted as one of THE Viridian City Gym Trainers must have taken place privately, on the Leader's intuition and keen eye alone. That paperwork was a formality.

It was evident to most who knew him that something must have changed in Green Oak's life recently. The man thrived on variation, after all, and was known to have dug himself into a rut that he'd been struggling to escape from. Most chalked it up to a new relationship- proven right when he mentioned training with a boyfriend in a Leauge interview with a high level trainers magazine- there were immediate follow-up questions, of course, but Green brushed them to the side like dust off his shoulders. Something about beyond the focus of the interview, he said.

But the story would come out, and not a week later. Green, the self proclaimed greatest gym leader of all time, with THE Former Champion Red, the man who disappeared for years in a tragedy who's breadth still wasn't public knowledge. The duo finally evolving their Rivalry into a full-blown relationship, and the energy that came off the two of them was palpable.

The duo were inseparable, with Green unable to keep his hands off his Rival-turned-lover. Nothing inappropriate in public, but nothing that could be misconstrued. Clearly, the gym leader had waited a long time for this development, and it was paying dividends.

This change in energy displayed itself even at official Leauge events, particularly social get togethers and late night parties. Green seemed to take up twice the amount of space as usual, gossip twice as hard, and drew twice the amount of eyes with his personality. Red, of course, was his plus one as he'd always been, but now with the added weight of his boyfriend title. People paid him less mind, though, with Green's energetic self taking the spotlight focus, Red was known to quietly disappear during these events, only to turn up again shortly before the duo departed late into the evening. That, for him, was normal, with his tendency to disappear in general a defining trait of the former champion.

That's not to say Green was all talk and self centered- he just had a big personality. When others talked, he had a Lazer focused attentiveness, a genuine appreciation for his conversational partner that put people at ease, leading to countless "I shouldn't tell you this, but-"s. Green of course swore himself to secrecy, and was well known for keeping his word.

At least in the public eye.

Behind closed doors, there had been a different change. Something Green was forced into, arm twisted due to his own reckless actions and unfortunate circumstance.

Green reported all the illicit Leauge activity, all the gossip worth anything, directly back to Team Rocket.

Admittedly, by the time Green had actually stepped into his role, Team Rocket didn't need to twist him very hard. He had answers he was looking for, questions his grandfather wouldn't answer, and his own motivations that lead him barrelling headfirst into picking apart Leauge secrets. He was undetectable, having spent the last ten years as a loyal Leauge pawn and attack dog, no one guessed he'd ever switch sides. Less so, when he finally entangled himself with the goody-goody Hero Red, who all but toppled the Rocket empire all those years ago.

How viciously, deliciously underestimated the two of them were.

Green was in his element now- out of the rut he'd dug and given a direction and purpose, instead of aimlessly pacing away his days in his gym. Seek out the corruption, report back, destroy it. Once his eyes were turned onto all the ways the Leauge was rotten, and to the core, Green already had enough conviction to make sure the whole system would collapse extravagantly. Rocket just facilitated that end.

Rocket promised him little. Protection, extra pay, those were things Green didn't need. He didn't use weapons, or fancy spy gear, just his voice, his body, his mind. He wasn't even interested in rare and exotic pokemon they had to offer, though he did occasionally welcome a new pokemon into his heart and home, such as Sweetheart, the albino Rattata. What Rocket promised him, and followed through on, was challenge.

The trio of new gym trainers took instruction and feedback like Snorlax took naps- inherent to their nature. They were powerful, rivalling even the most senior trainers at the gym, and they were hand picked by Green himself- from Team Rocket's best and brightest. At least, according to a certain executive.

Until this point, battles from trainers worth their salt were few and far between, driving Green into a suicidal boredom. Until now, endless nothing, a grey sameness of mediocre life and loneliness stretched out before him into infinity. All it took was the promise of challenge. Of change. Not the traditional recruitment methods, but Green wasn't your traditional recruit.

He had almost thanked Red, for unwillingly trailblazing for him, for being forced into Rocket life ahead of him and facilitating this opportunity. But he didn't. Green knew that Red was still resistant to this change, still repulsed by the uniforms they wore under cover of night. That was fine. Green would, eventually, change his mind. He always did.

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Hi! I want to request an imagine of Severus. Where you and Remus are great friends and even tho your bf Sev knows that, he still sometimes gets jealous :) Thank youu! Love the ones you wrote so far

I loved writing this!!

Only Yours

Warnings: smut, swearing, jealousy.

“Severus, don’t be a dick,” you grumbled, shutting the door to Severus’s room at Grimmauld Place behind you. Your boyfriend stalked ahead of you, his back to you as he loosened his cravat, brooding and seething in silence. Huffing, you followed after him, folding your arms and leaning against the wall with raised eyebrows. “It’s not my fault Remus and Sirius sat either side of me. You’d be more than welcome to sit with me in order meetings if you weren’t so bloody adamant we keep this-us- a secret,” you said, frowning.

The order meeting had been tense, to say the least. You had been chatting with Remus, which was typical- you were both very alike and often discussed books you’d read or the newspaper while waiting for everyone to filter in for the meeting. Sirius had sidled up next to you as Kingsley was on Remus’s other side and engaged in the conversation. This would have been an eye roll-worthy but tolerable for Severus. What put him in a foul mood, however, was Black and Lupin practically ogling you and flirting. Naturally, you waved Sirius off, calling him a fool, but it seemed to Severus that you enjoyed Lupin’s attention a little too much, what with your chin in your hand, devoting your full attention to the werewolf as you discussed Jane Austen’s work.

Normally, Severus wasn’t too arsed about your bookish discussions with Lupin- he loved watching your eyes glitter when you talked about the novels you enjoyed. What pissed him off was Black’s cheeky comments as you debated about the plot and the characters. Most notably ‘christ moony, haven’t seen you this worked up since that pretty librarian in Town. Watch out, YN, our dear Remus here will discuss that wretched book with you beneath him if you carry on!’.

Of course, Sirius had only been joking, and in his defence, he was well within his rights to do so- as far as most of the order was concerned, you were a pretty, young, single witch. Nevertheless, you smacked him upside the head and laughed playfully, although you stopped giggling when you saw Severus's glare across the table.

“You’re jealous, aren't you?” you murmured. “You know Sirius was just messing around,”

you tilted your head to the side, watching Severus's back as he tensed. “Remus wants to have you. They both do,” he muttered bitterly. He’d be damned if his childhood bullies had his girl, his witch, his love.

“Oh Sev,” you whispered, running your hands up his back gently. “Don’t be silly. Neither of them want me. Remus and I are friends, you know that, and Sirius can’t tell his arse from his eyebrow,” you rubbed his shoulders gently, through that stiff frock coat he insisted on wearing. “And even if either of them did want me, I wouldn’t let them have me. Do you want to know why?”

He grunted, still in a mood, which you took as a begrudging yes.

“Because,” you whispered, standing on tiptoes, leaning over his shoulder. “I only want you,” you breathed into the shell of his ear, biting his earlobe. A low hum rumbled in his chest as he turned around, eyes darkening with lust. You pulled away from him and stepped back, locking your eyes with his as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt. You dropped it to the floor, kicking off your shoes and toeing off your socks, before wriggling out of your trousers. Severus gulped as he watched, letting you strip for him, eager to see what you were up to.

When your underwear was tossed to the side, you looked up at him through your lashes, completely bare before him, while he was still fully dressed.

“See my skin, Severus,” you said softly, slowly stepping towards it. “Stake your claim. Mark me up. Only you can do that, can’t you? Only you can leave bruises and scratches on me. Not Remus. Not Sirius. Only you,”

He nodded his agreement.

“Then do it.” You demanded.

Instantly, Severus swooped forwards, grabbing your hips and attaching his lips to your neck, not caring if his lovebites would be visible above your collar. He kneaded the flesh of your hips, grasping at every inch of you he could, making you weak at the knees. Turning you around, he pressed his front into your back, the ridges of his rough frock coat rubbing your skin raw as he fondled your breasts, pinching and flicking your nipples, twisting them the way you liked. Your eyelids fluttered and you arched your back, reaching back to kiss his throat, whimpering when he began plucking at your clit. He groaned lowly into your ear, dipping his fingers into your slick heat, before bringing them up so you could see your arousal glinting on his long, thin digits.

“All of this for me?” he growled in your ear, causing you to squirm and nod.

“All yours,” you moaned, watching with lust-lidded eyes as his tongue collected your arousal.

“Good girl,” he said, pressing his clothed erection into your arse, groaning when you squirmed against him. He began unbuttoning his many buttons, but you quickly grew impatient, using magic to finish them off, earning yourself a smirk. He removed his clothes. Unlike him, you did not stand back and watch. Instead, you attached your lips to the newly revealed flesh, suckling your own claim into his sallow skin. He tugged you back by the hair. “Bed. Legs spread,” he demanded, and you eagerly complied, hurrying over to the bed, baring your most intimate parts to him. You reached for your wand to cast a silencing spell on the room, but he shook his head. “No. Not tonight,”

“but what about-?”

“Everyone has gone home. Everyone except Black and Lupin. And I intend for them to hear every minute of this. You are mine, and only mine,” he growled as he stalked his way up to you, like a panther on the prowl.

“Only yours,” you agreed, breath hitching as the tip of his cock bumped your achy clit. “P-please, Severus,” you whined, already grabbing at him to come closer. For once, he wasn't in a teasing mood and shoved his cock in right to the hilt. You yelped at the sudden fullness, before dissolving into a moaning, writhing mess for him, scraping your nails down his back as he found a harsh, brutal pace. Soon, your room (and probably the whole house) was filled with the erotic sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the staccato cries of his name that left your mouth. Swearing, you grasped at the sheets as Severus’s bruising pace caused the headboard to slam repeatedly against the wall. You whined out as Severus drew your legs around his waist, each thrust now hitting a delicious spot deep inside you.

Severus, who was often rather quiet during sex, was groaning and grunting louder and louder. It has been a while since you had fucked, and even longer since it had been as intense as this. He called your name, not caring who heard, so long as they knew it was him who made you feel this good. Grasping at your breasts, he bit hard onto your flesh, leaving dark marks all over your shoulders and neck and chest (he was particularly proud of the extremely large hickey just below your ear- no amount of makeup could cover that one up...)

“Oh, God! Severus, more! more! harder! please!” you whimpered, moaning like a wench. Severus grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, squishing them together and forcing you to look at him as he pounded mercilessly into you.

“Whose are you?” he growled, eyes flashing dangerously. Any other time, you would’ve touyed with him and debated you answer to earn yourself a spanking, but right now, all you could do was wail that you were his, only his, and could you please please please cum?

He groaned, his hips faltering slightly as he neared his release. “Cum,” he ordered. “I want to hear you scream my name, witch,”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You yelped and gasped with pleasure as you screamed for him, telling him how good he made you feel, as he filled you with his hot seed, groaning your name.

Spent, he rolled off you and pulled you close to his chest, holding you and shushing your little whimpers thanks to the aftermath of your climax. Content, relaxed and satisfied, the pair of you drifted off to sleep.

Needless to say, the next morning when you walked (or rather, limped) into the kitchen with a bruise displayed proudly on your neck, Remus and Sirius kept their eyes down. You were sure you could see them blushing...

#professor snape imagine #snape x reader #snape x you #severus snape x reader #severus snape #imagine #request #smut #snape smut #severus snape smut #hp #harry potter

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years

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Merry Halloween

31 Days of Spooktober

Day 5/31

Prompt: “it's december. we can't celebrate halloween in december” “yes, we can” one where rowan can't spent halloween with aelin so aelin decides they're going to celebrate in december

Aelin was exhausted.

She really thought that finishing college and finally working on her own in the gallery would be the best thing ever, but in reality it was just brutal. She had an assistant only twice a week, meaning that the other days she was all by herself working on several different pieces of art that required all her attention. She was hoping that Borte would accept working full week next year, and that Kaltain and Elide would actually join her in the gallery when both graduated in the next spring.

For now, however, Aelin was tired, feet dragging as she came home.

An empty home.

That was another problem she hadn’t thought about before graduating months ago. Her art and history degree had only taken four years, as it was the norm, but her boyfriend, pursuing law, would have to go to Law School for another three years. It was fine, they agreed. It was a lot of busy work but they surely could make it work.

That is, until Rowan moved to Boston and Aelin remained in Chicago.

The long distance relationship fucking sucked, but it was that or breaking up with Rowan, something she didn’t see herself doing in a million of years. And so, for the past seven months, they had been living off phone calls, FaceTime and very rare weekends in which Aelin managed to fly to Boston. It wasn’t by any means ideal, but it was somewhat working.

And yet, as she walked home, looking at all the couples buying Christmas decorations, dinning together and just living their lives with one another, Aelin couldn’t help but feel a deep pang of jealousy. Her two favorite holidays were Halloween and Christmas, and she wouldn’t be able to spend neither with Rowan.

During October, he was too busy with the first quarter tests, and now he was studying like crazy for his midterms. There was no way he could go to Chicago, and Aelin didn’t have the funds or the time to go to Boston. She had to keep the gallery open, especially during Christmas season.

She hadn’t seen her boyfriend in more than three months and it fucking sucked.

She fucking missed him.

Aelin finally arrived in her townhouse, courtesy of her granduncle’s will, and almost cried of relief. She just wanted to take a bath, order something to eat and call Rowan. It was Friday, so hopefully he would be done with his studies for the day and would be able to spend hours on the phone with her.

Thinking better, she could both shower and order with him already on the phone, so as she opened the front door, Aelin also started looking for her phone inside her purse. The thing was way too big and way too full, meaning that Aelin was bound to spend minutes looking for that goddamn phone.

“I need to be more organized.” Aelin grunted, stepping in. She started taking off her scarf as she still tried to look down at the purse. “A-ha!”

Aelin raised the phone triumphantly in front of her, and it took her only a few seconds to realize what was behind the phone.

“What. The. Fuck.” Aelin breathed, gripping the phone harder as she let her coat and purse fall to the ground, feet taking her deeper into the hall. She also felt her jaw dropping, mind so confused she didn’t know what to do first. She didn’t know if this was some of Aedion’s pranks or if she should be actually concerned and call the cops.

All around the townhouse, small Christmas decorations made the place look like it was the fucking North Pole. Even Fleetfoot, sitting by the fire that Aelin was a hundred percent sure she had not lit, was dressed in her small Santa hat, bitting a bone in the shape of a candy cane that Aelin was also sure she hadn’t given the dog.

The confusion only thickened when she realized that every decoration, every small stocking and red lanterns, were exactly where she would have put them. The townhouse was relatively big, and Aelin just knew that if this was one of Aedion’s pranks, he wouldn’t have done it so perfectly.

Aelin’s mind was racing, heart beating fast as she was torn between confusion and the need to grab Fleetfoot and run.

“I’d hope you’d be smiling more in this occasion.” A male voice came from behind her, and Aelin immediately whipped her head to the man now standing near Fleetfoot, hands on his pockets and a grin on his lips. His grey-silver hair was a little longer than the last time they saw each other in person, but the tanned skin, pine green eyes and handsome face were still the same.

Aelin dropped her phone, frozen in place for a single second before a joyful laugh ripped through her. The man’s grin widened, and he walked a few steps forward as Aelin ran to him. She threw herself in his arms, her own arms sneaking around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. Rowan hugged her back with a bone-crushing force, face burying on the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

“What are you doing here?!” Aelin asked, her cheeks hurting from smiling. She pulled her face back, staring right into his green eyes, face also lit with so much happiness that it made Aelin’s heart expand.

Rowan tried shrugging. “I missed Fleetfoot.”

Aelin laughed, hugging his neck tighter as she raised herself on her tiptoes. “I missed you so fucking much.”

Rowan lowered his head, hands going from her hips up to her face, cupping her cheeks as he pressed his mouth against hers. Aelin sighed in content, body immediately melting against Rowan’s as his hot lips moved on top of hers. It had been months since she had kissed her boyfriend, and the feeling of his boy against hers, his lips against hers was the best present she could ask for.

“I missed you so fucking much too, Ace.” Rowan murmured, bitting her bottom lip and then sweeping his tongue lightly against it. Aelin opened her mouth, feeling Rowan’s tongue enter it and touch hers. Her mind that had been racing seconds ago because of confusion was now racing for a different reason, whole body heating as Rowan deepened the kiss, mouth and tongue moving harder and more intensely against hers. Aelin dragged her hands down his neck all the way to the middle of his back, gripping his shirt as she took a small step forward, grounding her hips against Rowan’s.

Rowan’s hands were in her hair, fingers tangling with the strawberry blonde waves. He pulled some strands softly, earning a small and quiet moan from Aelin. When he heard it, Aelin felt a small huff of laughter against her mouth and she was ready to drag Rowan to her room and make up for the lost time.

However, it looked like Fleetfoot had a different idea, because the puppy got up barking, circling Rowan and Aelin’s feet. Aelin drew back, breathless, and looked down. She chuckled at the small, fluffy ball at their feet, and bent down to grab her.

When Aelin got up again, body still pressed against Rowan’s but now with Fleetfoot taking up some space, she chuckled once more. “Looks like someone wants attention.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Traitor. I bring you a present and you cock-block me.” Fleetfoot simply barked, throwing her paws at Rowan’s chest. He rolled his eyes, but smiled as he picked up Fleetfoot from Aelin. “Good to know both of you missed me.”

Aelin chuckled, shaking her head. “Her most of all.”

Rowan took his eyes from Fleetfoot for a second to wink at Aelin before focusing on the dog again. She was still a puppy, meaning that both of Rowan’s hands basically engulfed her. However, she didn’t really seem to care. Fleetfoot absolutely adored Rowan, and he would pretend he didn’t adore her as much. Seeing the two together, Rowan holding the puppy as if it was a toy, made Aelin feel her whole body relax further, a serene smile on her face.

“You’re staring.” Rowan murmured, eyes not leaving the dog.

Aelin shrugged, hugging him tighter. “I wish you could live with us.”

Rowan looked at her, an eyebrow raised and a hint of humor on his face. “Oh?”

They had been dating for over three years now, and it was no doubt that neither of them thought that the relationship would end. Aelin lived with Lysandra during college and Rowan had lived with Lorcan, otherwise they would have probably shared an apartment already.

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to get me to boost your ego.”

Rowan grinned, holding Fleetfoot with one hand as the other one pulled Aelin by her waist. “You want to live with me, Aelin Galathynius?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I just said I do.”

“That’s adorable. No, really, I’m fucking flattered.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Aelin said ironically.

“It’s like you’ve planned our whole lives already.”

“Please, be quiet.”

“I’d move in, probably propose during Christmas.”

“You are insufferable.”

“I’d put a baby on you by next Christmas.”

Aelin snorted, shaking her head. “Have you been thinking about putting a baby inside of me, Ro?”

Rowan nodded dutifully. “Definitely have been thinking about the process a lot for the past months. We could be training for it right now if this small version of the Devil wasn’t so needy.”

Aelin laughed, petting Fleetfoot. “Don’t be mean, we three know you kiss the floor she walks on.” Rowan snorted, causing Aelin to smile more. “And if you are wondering, I’ve been thinking about the process too, I promise.”

Rowan grinned, opening his mouth to say something. In a matter of seconds, however, the grin became a frown and he sighed. “I can’t ask it with this thing here. She’s one year old, it’s awkward.”

Aelin clamped her lips together, smirking as she winked at Rowan. “The answer is yes, if you were about to ask what I think you were. Unfortunately you’ll have to wait until this one goes to sleep to be sure. She’ll follow you all evening.”

Rowan huffed half heartedly, walking up to the sofa and sitting down, Fleetfoot resting against his chest.

Aelin snorted, looking at him as she kept standing. The soft smile returned to her lips and, this time, when Rowan raised his eyebrows, his smile matched hers. “What?”

“I love you.” She said simply, walking up to him. She stood in between his legs, one of his hands gripping the back of her thigh as he looked up at her. “And I actually wish you could live with us here. Halloween was fucking shit to spend alone, and you probably will leave by Sunday meaning that I’ll be here alone for Christmas because there is no way I’d make you come back here a week after leaving, and I need to keep the gallery open.”

“Ace…” Rowan brushed his thumb against her skin.

“Long distance relationship fucking sucks.” She mumbled.

Rowan sighed. “Come here.” Aelin sat on the sofa, legs over his lap as he put his arm around her shoulders. Aelin rested her head, looking up at him. He bent down, kissing her softly. “I love you too. And I wish we could have done our Halloween marathon together with copious amounts of candy while we wore those ridiculous pumpkin pajamas, but—“

Aelin immediately sat up, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a smile. “Let’s do it.”

“You didn’t let me finish. And what?”

“Let’s do it. There is a store by the end of the street and all the Halloween decorations are in the attic. I have the movies and the pajamas are probably with the stuff you left in Chicago when you went to Boston.”

Rowan’s brows furrowed. “Ace, it’s December. We can’t celebrate Halloween in December.”

“Yes, we can.” Aelin announced, grinning at him. Rowan shook his head, letting out a huff before nodding.

“Very well.”

Aelin squealed, throwing her arms around Rowan’s neck. He laughed, hugging her back by the waist. Even Fleetfoot raised her head, barking excitedly.

“Ok, so I’ll look for the pajamas in that mess of boxes and you’ll take Fleetfoot to the store.” Aelin said, getting up. Rowan nodded, holding Fleetfoot like a sack of potatoes. Aelin eyed him, shaking her head. “Thinking of you as a father is terrifying.”

Rowan grinned, walking to the door to grab Fleetfoot’s leash. “We’ll be fucking amazing parents, what are you talking about?”

Aelin snorted, walking up to him and placing tow quick kisses to his jaw. “I’ll also take a quick shower. Bring anything we used to buy during college.”

Rowan nodded, opening the door. “Fucking shit, I never forget how fucking cold this town is, and yet I’m always surprised.”

As he left, Aelin ran upstairs, opening boxes upon boxes until she found the pajamas.

She grinned, they were fucking ridiculous.

Aelin had gotten them in a Halloween fair during freshman year of college. At that time, she wasn’t dating Rowan yet, but they had… something. It was strange overall, but allowed them to spend an ungodly amount of time together. When Aelin won one of those hoops games, she chose the stupidest thing she could find. It turns out it was a couples’ matching pajamas— the thing was one piece for each, bright orange with a series of small pumpkins all over it. The hood was green and with a brown thing on top.

It was horrendous and Aelin had to physically force Rowan into them before it became a joke for them.

She then ran to the bathroom, taking a quick shower in the hopes of being ready by the time Rowan came back with Fleetfoot. Although rushed, by the time Aelin went downstairs, Rowan had already arrived back. He even had the time to go to the attic to grab the Halloween decoration boxes.

He looked her up and down when she cam down the stairs, a smile overtaking his lips. “You look ridiculous.”

Aelin grinned, throwing him his ridiculous piece of clothing. “And naked underneath. Now go change.”

Rowan looked her up and down once more, something different in his pine green eyes. When Fleetfoot barked again, he simply sighed, going to the bathroom. “I hate your dog.”

“Our dog.” Aelin singsonged.

For the rest of the night, they put up the Halloween decorations with the Christmas ones, making the townhouse look strangely funny. They sat down to watch the classic movies they always did, eating a whole bowl of candy together. Rowan wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets, but he always opened an exception for Aelin during Halloween.

It was around three in the morning when they finished the fourth movie. Fleetfoot was snoring soundly at their feet, Aelin’s whole body pressed against Rowan’s as he hugged her.

“Want to know something terrifying?” Rowan whispered against her ear, teeth brushing the lobe.

Aelin smiled, still staring at the screen showing the fifth movie beginning. “Huh?”

“We’ll have to clean all this up tomorrow. And take down the Halloween decorations because I won’t celebrate Christmas in a house full of Halloween shit.”

It took Aelin a minute to understand what he meant. She turned her face to him, hope blossoming inside her chest so fast she was almost dizzy. Her nose hit his, and her turquoise and gold eyes were staring straight into his pine green ones. “Celebrate Christmas here? As in you’ll be here a week from now?”

Rowan’s grin was huge and joyful. “Yeah. And New Year’s Eve too.”

“Ro?”

He cupped her face, thumb smoothing over the crease between her eyebrows that had formed because of the confusion. “And the rest of next year. And hopefully all years after that because I wasn’t joking about proposing to you on Christmas, so I hope you weren’t joking about me living here either.”

Aelin let out an incredulous laugh, mouth breaking into a smile as her eye watered. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.”

“You’re looking at the new Law student in the University of Chicago.” Rowan said, laughing quietly with her. “It’ll be hard to get rid of me now, Ace.”

Aelin laughed out loud, not even remembering that Fleetfoot was sleeping near as she threw herself in Rowan’s lap, legs straddling his hips. She grabbed his face with both hands, pressing her lips against his and kissing him passionately as both of them laughed. Aelin felt as if she was in the biggest high of her life, her whole body consumed by happiness and warmth, head light and yet filled with Rowan.

“Oh my Gods.” Aelin whispered against his mouth, another laugh coming out of his, “Oh my fucking Gods.”

Rowan simply cupped her face back, fingers playing with her hair. “I know. I love you too.”

A/N: Halloween, Christmas and Rowaelin. My three favorite things. Thank you so much for this ask, you have no idea how i squealed when I read it! About the kinktober1: I will only post either tomorrow or Wednesday. I’m so sorry, but I bombed one of my tests and tomorrow there’s like a second chance, like a make up, and I needed to study so I didn’t have time to finish. It will be Rowaelin since I’m more comfortable with them. Because of the wait, I think it’s ok I give a small spoiler about which couple tomorrow’s scene will be: Jily.

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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Game Night, Pt. 2

Rafael Barba x Reader. Sequel to Game Night. People were curious as to what other toys Rafael bought. Well, here you go. CW: edging, orgasm denial, various sex toys, degradation talk, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, p in v sex. Super NSFW. AN: forgive me pls for any typos. AN2: This covers the edging square in kink bingo.

WC: 1675

You laid on the bed, your heart racing as you anticipated Rafael’s next move. Your wrists and your ankles were bound together with golden yellow silk rope. You had gone over the situation in your mind over and over. Earlier in the evening you had accompanied Rafael at the victory party for a colleague who had become the newest District Attorney for Manhattan county. During the festivities, your inner brat had come out. For Rafael, he loved being your dominant. He truly enjoyed this new dynamic of your and his relationship. With his line of work, he saw the truly ugly side of sex, like Adam Cain choking with a belt and raping and sodomizing Jocelyn Paley. But with you, it wasn’t that at all. As a dominant, it was be thrilling and empowering to hold the power to make someone feel utterly and completely alive as you give them what they craved most. There was a kind of energy that sparked between you and him that was indescribable. There existed the yin and yang harmony that occurred between opposite yet complementary desires. And of course, the consent. Nothing was ever done against your will and you were free to use the safe word.

In fact, after the game night, you and him had explored more of the toys he had purchased and eventually, you had both taken a trip to the sex shop he had stumbled upon. And from there you had learned in sub dynamics, you were in fact, a brat.

You were intentionally naughty and defiant – in public, no less, which irritated Rafael to no end. He asked you to accompany him to speak with the Mayor – the Mayor New York City – and you said no – twice. And you loved to test his ability to stay calm.

“Carino, please. Not ahora.” Rafael warned as he tried to pull your arm up. You rolled your eyes at him and sighed exasperated – something you knew would grind his gears. Rafael pulled you up and he had to basically pull you along – as if you had become limp as a ragdoll.

And then, when the evening was over, while you both waited for the towncar to pull around, Rafael had gripped the back of your neck and whispered lasciviously in your ear: “You’re going to get what’s coming for you.”

You shrugged out of his grasp easily, as you let out a fake yawn. “I’d like to see you try.”

You turned to face Rafael, his bright eyes dark as they searched yours. A perfectly groomed eyebrow arched. He took a step closer and pulled you close to him. He gently pushed back a fallen tendril of hair and he lowered his head to your ear. To anyone else, it was a moment of romantic domesticity.

“Remember who you are talking to, you dirty fucking slut.”

And that is how you found yourself, laying in bed, completely naked. The red Badgley Mischka ball gown you had donned earlier lay in a heap in the corner of the bedroom. Rafael was still partly dressed – his bow tie was undone and had accompanied your dress. His sleeves were rolled up and a few buttons of his tuxedo shirt were undone. Rafael paced the room. A rolling iron bar cart had been re-purposed for sex toy storage. All toys laid out as if instruments on a surgical tray, waiting in anticipation to be called upon.

The shine of one particular toy caught Rafael’s eye. Next to it was another that could be used in tandem. Rafael chuckled darkly.

“Oh get on with it.” You called out as you struggled against the ropes. “Show me what you got.”

“Tsk, tsk, kitten. You’ve been a very naughty brat.”

“Me? A brat? Never!” You replied. Rafael stared at you intensely. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head and you shivered in anticipation.

“You knew what you were doing, Y/N. You’re a smart woman.” Rafael replied as his hand ghosted over your neck and trailed down to your legs. Rafael cupped your cunt, feeling hot and wet it already was. He squeezed it gently but firmly and you let out a small whimper. Rafael grinned.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun.” You peered over and watched as Rafael donned a single black latex glove.

“What’s that?” You asked.

Rafael approached and sat next to you. He waved his hand and you realized that there were different textures on each finger: ribbed, ridged, knobbed and swirled. Rafael pressed a kiss to your forehead before taking place between your legs. He drizzled some lube on his hand and pressed his fingers together, spreading it.

His fingers stroked your folds, teasing. You were already so wet with the anticipation of everything and one finger slid in easily, finding your sweet spot easily. The combination of the ridged texture of the glove and his ministrations, had your orgasm build quickly.

“Don’t come. Not yet.” Rafael replied, feeling your walls clench. You whimpered as Rafael slipped another finger in. He massaged you from the inside out, working you harder with his fingers. You moaned, letting the feelings of pleasure wash over you.

“I’m going to come!” You replied.

“Hold it, not yet.” Rafael told you. You swallowed hard, squeezing your eyes closed as you tried to keep it at bay. Again, the crescendo built and at the brink, Rafael stilled his fingers.

You let out a frustrated whine. “Oh fuck, papi, I want to cum, fuck…” you gasped.

“Want you to hold it.” Rafael told you, reaching up to roughly circle your clit with his fingers.

“Oh fuck, I don’t think I can.”

“You can and you will,” he told you sternly. “You only get to cum when papi says you can,” he instructed. You groaned in frustration.

“Por favor papi.” You pleaded. Rafael responded by delivering a sharp smack on your cunt, causing you to gasp and twitch on the bed.

Rafael stood and looked at you. You were completely helpless and completely vulnerable to him. He could see how wet you were and how your clit was already so swollen. He walked over to the bar cart and grabbed a few more toys. One toy was a clitoris pump. He added some lubricant to the soft silicone cup and pressed it over your clit. The pump’s suction pulsation drew blood flow into your intimate areas, stimulating them and making them puffier and more sensitive. Because it was suctioned in place, Rafael was able to get more another toy off the bar cart.

“I’m going to… oh fuck!” You cried out feeling your orgasm about to crest. “Oh no you don’t. You hold that.” Rafael replied as he removed the pump.

“No! I can’t. I need to come!” You sobbed.

Another sharp spank landed on your hot, swollen and slick cunt. You gasped as your body jerked in response. You felt tears prick behind your eyes.

“Good girls get to come. Not bratty sluts.” Rafael growled.

“Please, please. I can be good. I can be so good! I promise!” You begged shamelessly.

Rafael sunk two gloved fingers back into you, fucking you hard with his fingers. Your breathing was shallow and quick, your head was fuzzy, mouth dry as you cried out. You were positively soaked, making a mess of the sheets beneath you.

“Look at all that delicious cream.” Rafael praised as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. “Look at all that mess you’re making.” Your thighs were trembling. A sheen of sweat coated your body. And just when you didn’t think your tortured pussy could take anymore, Rafael showed off his pièce de résistance to you: a rose gold clitoral clamp.

“I don’t think… I can…” you gasped as the clamp was attached to your swollen clit.”

“You can and you will.” Rafael growled.

Meanwhile, Rafael was incredibly hard and ready to come himself. He made quick removal of his clothes, tossing them to the side with the rest of the clothes. His cock was angry, red and weeping.

Unable to hold back any longer, Rafael brushed his cock along the seam of your pussy, nudging the clit clamp ever so slightly, causing your to chant obscene words. He thrusted his hips forward until he was fully seated. You groaned and bit your bottom lip, his seafoam green eyes not leaving you once.

He set a hard and fast pace as he worked your overstimulated pussy to the edge of another orgasm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” You babbled incoherently. The room was spinning, all sounds faded into white noise as your orgasm quickly peaked. Rafael slowed his pace before he reached over to remove the clit clamp.

“Cum for papi.” Rafael commanded; his breath was staggered. You howled his name as blood flow rushed your clit and your orgasm crashed over you like a thousand fireworks being set off at once. Your whole body shook as Rafael’s name left your lips as if in prayer.

Seeing you and feeling you come completely undone was Rafael’s own undoing and he came hard, spilling his seed inside of you as he choked out your name. Finally Rafael removed himself and he ran a hand through his own sweat soaked hair, watching as some of his release spilled out of you.

“Fuck, now that’s a sight to see.” He purred. You hummed in content, which jolted him back to reality. Rafael made quick move to remove his glove and then undo your restraints before pulling back the bedsheets. You crawled under the covers with Rafael and he hugged and caressed you, softly and gently praising you for how much of a good girl you really were.

“That was amazing.” You sighed.

“You’re amazing.” Rafael murmured as he pulled you into his strong arms, peppering forehead kisses.

Soon enough, you were both asleep, content in each other’s arms. As you drifted off to sleep, a smirk graced your face – you couldn’t wait to be a brat again.

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wolfcha1k · 3 years

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"One look and I can't catch my breath Two souls into one flesh When you're not next to me I'm incomplete 'Cause I'm on fire like a thousand suns I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to These flames tonight Look into my eyes and say you want me, too Like I want you"

"All my life I've been looking for a place my parents wanted me to find, and I found it… but now? All I can think about is Eep. My best friend, my first… and only love."

Summary: Guy and Eep reflect on what has happened in the wake of these two crazy moons since their Tomorrow was challenged. There's damage that needs to be fixed and broken hearts to mend. - <3 - I used a ton of references from the movie as well as loosely traced bits, the kiss was referenced from the ending of "A New Age". I wanted to draw a proper cover for my new "chapter" for my "The Sun Was a Wayfarer" series, which is a bunch of one shots/little stand alone stories set in the same timeline despite it kinda skipping around a bunch. This one is "All I Can Think Of" as of now it takes place after "It's Our Nature" and before "A Tomorrow of Our Own", ngl, this chapter was mostly to practice writing kisses, I had some fun actually writing it. Usually I get hella embarrased lol I'm gonna paste the story beneath the picture, hope you like ~

The Sun Was a Wayfarer - Series

<Previous> Its Our Nature <next> A Tomorrow of Our Own

The moment Guy saw a chance to get away from the Pack he took it, quickly grabbing for Eep's hand to pull her down a random direction into the garden. She started in surprise before willingly following him with a trust Guy didn't feel he deserved anymore after last night. Guy didn't stop until he felt they were far enough away that nobody would find them without looking very hard, hidden behind some of the large gourds and corn.

He spun around to face her, letting out a long sigh. Guy just needed a moment to look at her, dark eyes worried and concerned as the adrenaline of what happened just a few hours ago finally seeped out of his body. Guy was covered in bruises and ached all over but it was nothing compared to the pain of when he thought he lost her forever three times in the span of just two terrifying days of his life. Somehow The End of the World felt miniscule in comparison now that Eep was his world.

His Tomorrow.

He rested his shaky hands on her shoulders, relief making him dizzy. Eep supported the sudden slumping of his weight, her green eyes wide with concern. "Guy! What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," he said, a tired smile on his face as he looked at her.

She held him up by the arms before lifting him up into hers. Eep sat down on the grass and positioned him on her lap, stroking the fringe of hair away from his face.

She could see the swollen purple bruises on his cheek and the black eye he had, his lower lip looked swollen and puffy. "You had a bad day," she sighed, cuddling him close.

"Yeah," he managed to chuckle, finding some amusement out of her words. "But it's better now that you're here…" He pressed a tired, sloppy kiss to her shoulder and rested his forehead there after. "Empathis on the better."

She just tugged him closer, as if her arms could squeeze the exhaustion and nerves right out of him. "I'm sorry," Eep suddenly said, muffling her face against his cheek. He felt moisture against his skin and the slight tremor in her arms and shoulders. "I'm really sorry."

Her warbled words cut him like a knife and he used his head to nudge her back so he could look at her. He could see the beginnings of tears on her eyelashes, gaze watery as she blinked it away stubbornly. Guy reached his hand to touch her face, feeling her recoil a bit before relaxing into his palm. He wiped his thumb under her eye, catching a tear.

He realized his own eyes felt moist all of a sudden, it'd been an emotionally charged couple of days. "It's okay, Eep. You didn't do anything wrong, I was just so stupid."

She sighed heavily, unwinding an arm from around his body so she could cover his hand with her calloused palm. Eep said nothing for several long moments, just clutched his hand like a life line.

"Eep?"

Eep finally looked at him, tearing her eyes from the random direction she'd sent her sights towards. "Yeah?"

"You're not hurt, are you?" Guy sat up a bit in her lap, cautiously letting his palms trace her broad shoulders, fingers squeezing tentatively to see if she would flinch. He knew she was good at hiding things like injuries, nursing them in private as to avoid upsetting Grug, it'd also extended to him now. She was strong but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to worry over her.

"No, I don't have a scratch on me," she assured him but Guy didn't stop checking her. Eep let him fuss though, knowing it would make him feel better if he came to the conclusion himself. His touch felt nice though, Eep realizing how starved she was for it since being separated from each other.

He touched her back, her arms, her ribs, anywhere his hands could reach in a modest way, careful in his examination. After running a hand down her leg, his eyes fell to where the prohestic was once on her pinkie toe. "I'm so, so glad you actually don't have a toe there," he sighed, knowing it was one of the most nonsensical, bizarre phrases he'd ever uttered in his seventeen years of life.

"Guess getting bit by that bearyena came in handy for once," Eep quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little.

He also was relieved she hadn't been ripped in half during the struggle, it had to be a miracle of some kind. Guy didn't voice this though, just traced his hands slowly back up her body so he could hold her waist. He missed her so much and he was quick to show her that, words failing him as he gently brushed her lips in a kiss. He let his hands slide up her back to lovingly stroke her shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under his palms. She shivered and he shook, he pulled her closer as if to warm them both but still the trembling never stopped.

He always did love her shoulders and muscles, the clinical and practical part of him admired the strength and power there, how they could flex and be used to take down beasts twice her size. Then there was the simplicity of just being a man who loved a beautiful woman and it inspired a different kind of appreciation in him.

One that he knew Grug who absolutely skewer him alive for, his heart longing and aching as he hugged Eep. He never knew he could be so needy, it should have been pathetic as a puppy following its master for attention, never satisfied.

They'd shared an intense kiss over the raging flames but it still wasn't enough after the longest dry spell he had ever known since meeting her. After that first kiss in the ocean, he never got enough of her now. He was greedy and never was ashamed of that when it came to loving her.

He only wanted to be with her until there were no more Tomorrows that crossed the sky.

Eep quickly cupped his face in her hands and surged forward against him, her ferocity taking him by surprise. He practically squeaked when he felt the nip of her teeth on his bruised lip but somehow he couldn't care less. Just welcomed it, tilting his head and taking in the taste of her as he brushed her tongue with his. It was like fire and he was more than happy to be burned, letting Eep fly with him like the wild tiger in his stories.

He drew away a moment, just the slightest breath away as he spoke, pressing a few rapid kisses to her lips with each word. "You." Kiss. "Have." Kiss. "No idea." Kiss. Kiss. "How much I missed you," Guy finished in a rush, breathless as he lowered his head to trail a series of kisses down the column of her throat, grazing his teeth lightly on the skin of her collarbone.

There was a hitch in her breath at the affection. "Can't be more than I missed you."

He went to nuzzle her ear, placing a chase kiss on her earlobe. Eep arched into him and he clutched her tight as if she were water slipping through his fingers. "I thought I was going to die seeing you up there," Guy uttered in a strained voice. He could picture it so clearly, seeing her leaping and bounding across skeletal remains hanging precariously from old tendrils of vine. The spiny mandrilla closed on her heels and he could do nothing but watch, screaming her name out in desperation until his throat went raw. "I screwed up and almost didn't get to fix it."

Guy felt Eep nudge his head away from her so they could look at each other properly again. She just traced her thumb over his cheek, tender as she marked one of his hand print shaped bruises. "You saved me," she finally said, leaning forward to steal a kiss, smiling against his lips as they brushed, once, twice and finally a proper one that had Guy's toes curling and his head fuzzy. "I was so happy when I saw you again, Guy."

He'd been more than shocked to have seen Eep and the others arrive, riding Chunky and a pack of wolfspiders. He had practically given his last rights, resolving painfully he would never see her again, never fix what he had done to her. His first and only love, he didn't need to meet any other girls to know what he felt was real and it was more than just a beautiful teenage romance.

"You want to talk about heroics? How many people come swooping in on a tiger and take on a giant monster single handedly," Guy pressed his forehead against hers, awed by her courage and humbled by her love for him. "And here I picked a tree over you."

"It wasn't just a tree," she lightly scolded him much to his surprise. "I get it now."

Guy felt moisture collect on his eyelashes and without another thought, closed the distance between them once more. He let his hands roam, touching every part of her out of fear he would forget how warm and solid her body felt in his arms. It was almost like a dream, eyes shut tightly and listening to the soft little gasps in her breath, the way her chest heaved against his own. He hated needing to breathe when all he wanted was this, reluctantly pulling away as he felt light headed, exhilarated and breathless.

"Never again," he promised her, nuzzling his nose against hers. Eep practically purred at the loving attention, letting her palms rest on his shoulders to gently knead the tension there. He shuddered, forehead pressed into hers, knowing the gesture meant so much more than simple touch to her. "I'd rather chop off both my legs than lose you again. Please never scare me like that, I couldn't bare it."

She kissed his lips, gentle before in all her passionate nature, looped her arms around his neck and kissed him enough that Guy was convinced he'd forget his own name.

But that was okay, because she reminded him, pulling away. "Guy, I love you," she only said, beaming at him.

"Please say it again," he pleaded.

"I love you."

He felt his eyes growing glassy again and Eep kissed a tear away from below his eye, soft and tender. He smiled at her, embracing her tightly once more from his comfortable position in her lap. "I love you more," he murmured, kissing her shoulder.

"I love you more," she protested, lightly shoving him to nibble his ear, feeling his weight push into her.

"No, I said I love you more first."

"And I'm telling you I love you more right back," she purred, lifting her neck to give him better access to her jawline when he started to press an open mouth kiss there.

He felt her pulse rush under his lips like she'd ran a marathon, skin flushed as red as her hair. He couldn't help but kiss her again and again.

"You're so stubborn," he grumbled good naturedly, nuzzling her.

"Takes one to know one, babe." Eep grinned at him, stroking the nape of his neck and fiddling with his top knot.

It was just them now and feeling thrilled that he had her to himself, gently nudged her down, feeling her eyes bore into his. Guy braced his arms above her, not caring his muscles throbbed in protest. He could see the sun as it set shimmering there, burning with more than mere fire.

Her eyes were nearly amber in the low light of the evening, glinting with love. Those same eyes reminded him of the first night they met, curious and glowing as the fire flickered. He touched her face, fingers curling under her chin, taking in her flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips. It was a good look for her. She was beautiful, and no amount of sleeping suns in the sky would ever compare.

There must have been something in his expression for he saw her tremble and emotion swelled within him as he shut his eyes. He ached in more ways than just the pain from the ordeal with getting pummeled by a bunch of punch monkeys.

No more words were spoken for a long time, whoever reached for whom first he didn't care. All that mattered was now she was in his arms, heart pressed against heart and the gentle whispers of breath against lips. She arched into him and it took all his might to remember how to breathe. She palmed his shoulder suddenly with a growl, pushing him beneath her and he didn't fight her.

No one and no thing would ever separate them again, he thought as he caught her lips once more in a fluid movement.

Grug had panicked when he realized Guy and Eep had disappeared. After today, who could really blame him for it? Everyone was quick to volunteer to find them, Ugga crouching to encourage Sandy to use that skilled sense of smell of hers. The fierce little tot bounded into the fields, disappearing into the tall grass and crops.

"She's got the scent!" Gran exclaimed, hobbling after her youngest granddaughter.

Grug just worried and worried, Ugga absently massaging a kink out of his large neck. "Relax, the farm is safe. I'm sure Eep and Guy are alright, Grug."

"Still," he began with a frown. "I'd feel better knowing that with my own eyes, honey."

They'd followed Sandy through the gardens, the farther they went the more Grug fretted. It felt too long when Sandy finally paused, several large bushes and crops shielding the view. She pawed in the direction of it, turning to giggle and pounce into Ugga's awaiting arms.

"Good girl, Sandy," she praised, pressing her cheek against hers fondly.

Grug lead the way, parting the foliage. Everyone shoved about behind him and attempted to peak around him, making the caveman huff in annoyance.

The family came upon the couple hidden amongst the fields of other worldly produce, cozy together on the grass as they traded needy little kisses. Alternating between whispering, giggling and pressing a small kiss here or there, Guy and Eep were content in their bubble. Guy was curled up as content as a house cat right in her lap, Eep's arms around him in a hug. The sight would have infuriated Grug once upon a time ago but he'd seen a lot in just two days.

Things changed and so did he. His daughter deserved happiness and having seen just how broken Guy had been over her, he knew it wasn't just puppy love.

It was full grown.

"Aw," Dawn gushed as she peeked over Grug's shoulders, standing on her tiptoes. "How cute, are they always like that?"

The typical young boy that he was, Thunk made a face, his travel window lowering. "Bleh," he only said. "Again already?"

Gran snorted and leaned over to Dawn to say inconspicuously, "You have no idea, smart girl."

Belt's only response from around Dawn's torso was to make a swooning gesture, unwinding an arm to drape it over his face. Dawn chuckled when immediately after the sloth was gushing over Sash who'd leaned down to nuzzle noses with Guy's little friend. "I get the picture."

Hope folded her hands to her chest, "I can't believe we tried breaking them up… who does that?"

The words Hope said affected Grug more than he wanted to admit and guilt swelled inside him.

Ugga patted him gently on the shoulder, rousing her mate's quiet contemplation. "Well?" Ugga asked him in that soft voice of hers, gray eyes shifting back towards Guy and Eep.

"Leave them be," Grug told her and the others, shaking his head with a reserved little smile. He felt sad but there was a fatherly resolve in his heart. Eep would always be his little girl but he had to accept she had her own life to live now.

One with many Tomorrows that he knew Guy could give her, there was no doubt the young man was going to give her the world on a silver platter. The thought of her leaving was like a knife in his heart, even Guy would be a tough bone to swallow, after all, Grug had called him son. And as a father, he only wanted what was best for them, even if it meant it wasn't here with him anymore.

Gran stomped her cane on the grass. "Who are you and what have you done with our Lunkhead?"

Grug grunted, "What? I'm not allowed to have a change of heart now?"

Ugga leaned her head against his fondly. "I'm proud of you, big guy."

Grug didn't want to get emotional, feeling the moisture gather in his eyes. Phil threw an arm over his shoulders on the side Ugga didn't occupy.

"Something on your mind, bro?" His eyes were sympathetic.

He sniffled, "Nothing, really." Grug shrugged Phil's arm off and sighed.

"You can tell me," Phil encouraged, lifting a hand in an encouraging manner.

"I don't wanna."

"I'm knocking on the door, big guy. Let me in!" He persisted.

Grug side eyed him, knowing no matter what he said the lanky Betterman was going to get his way. "It's just… gonna be hard to let them go," he said, the words slightly warbled. He was a big scary caveman but he'd always been soft in the heart despite the stoney exterior.

Gran scoffed, the old matriarch beginning to hobble away. "There's our Grug now. The big baby."

Phil patted him on the back, "There, there, it'll be alright. Besides, I have a solution to your little problem."

He looked uncertain as Phil led him away from the serene couple, the rest of the family following behind. "What do you mean 'solution'?"

"Let's just say it's a wedding present for our favorite pair of lovebirds, Gruggers. You can help me get it ready, they'll take one look at it and want to stay forever." Phil then fondly nudged his friend's back. "Just please learn to use doors, Guy won't be happy if you tear a hole in their little love nest. Knocking will save you a lot of grief too."

"Love nest?" Grug echoed and for a moment the protective father that wanted to smother his daughter peeked out.

Before he could regret his decision, it was a joint effort to shove him towards the large tree on the property, hefting a sigh and pouting as Ugga just laughed.

And oblivious to the world around them, Guy and Eep stayed stuck together, joint by the heart.

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strawberrysoup · 4 years

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What’s the Difference

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes (very generic OC — no detail used aside from the pronouns she/her) rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, non-con/dub-con elements (predominantly oral, exhibitionism), emotional and psychological abuse, yandere style prompts: “This isn’t a punishment, it’s a lesson!” || “Just give it a little time, you’ll get used to it! I know it!” || “Let me see that pretty smile.”

Prompts requested by @imanuglywombat! This came out far darker than I’d originally anticipated. Also, I tried to write it in second person but I just kept fuckin’ it up so I had to abandon ship and go with ‘she’— hopefully it’s not too bothersome. Man, fingers crossed its decent.

She didn’t mean to stare out the windows so often. The house was beautiful, a classic Brooklyn brownstone, and decorated just the way she’d always dreamt. The walls were varying shades of burgundy and cream, the floors all dark wood that matched the crown molding and doors. There were constantly rotating vases of cut flowers on varying surfaces throughout the house and there were days when she saw new flowers every time she turned a corner. And everything was soft, from the rugs to the throw pillows to the classic upholstered chairs. The house was everything she’d ever dreamt of, but she still stared out the windows.

Most of the time, she just got distracted. Carrying a laundry basket to the bedroom meant passing the beautiful bay windows. She would stop on the stairs, purely by accident, and stare out the stained glass that sat over the front door. They’d be sitting in the living room and she’d be curled between them, supposedly watching a movie, and be captivated by the view through the sheer curtains. She barely noticed when it happened, but they did. Steve and Bucky had noticed and it bothered them.

It had been a bit since she’d been allowed outside; after all, the first few times they let her into the backyard she’d tried to run. She’d cooled off since then, but her preoccupation with the windows was concerning. It meant she wasn’t settling or growing comfortable, she still wanted to leave the house. The house they had so meticulously crafted for her. Just for her. Why did she still want to leave? It was perfect. The house was perfect—they were perfect.

The bay windows would prove to be her downfall and Steve’s breaking point. She had been once again doing chores, Monday was her self-designated laundry day, and had gotten stuck staring outside on her way to the bedroom with a basket full of clean clothes. Honestly, she couldn’t of even told you how long she spent just gazing into the distance, but Steve could. Steve could tell you it was exactly 13 minutes before he intervened.

“Come here, princess,” his grip on her elbow made her drop the laundry basket, a short gasp escaping as he ushered her towards the bedroom.

“W-what? Why?” Her little bare feet pattered over the hard wood floor, steps swift to keep up with his long strides, “Steve?”

“You’ve got to stop staring out the windows,” he tried to keep the irritation out of his voice and keep his grasp gentle, “it’s not right.”

“The windows? What do you mean?” Her brain was running a million miles per hour trying to figure out what she’d done wrong, all she was doing was looking out the window, why was she in trouble? “Steve—”

“Hush princess,” he ushered her through the door to their bedroom, eyes flashing to where the heavy curtains were pulled over the windows, “You stare out the windows constantly, like all you want to do is leave.”

She forced herself not to pull a face, not to react in anyway but with confusion. Of course all she wanted to do was leave. They’d pressed and pressed and pressed for her to move in with them, that their home was safer than her apartment. Sure, they weren’t out with their relationship yet but anyone who paid attention would be able to tell that Bucky and Steve had started seeing her. They’d taken her on dates, both together and separately, to events that Tony threw in the tower, they’d even taken her abroad on vacations. Anyone who wanted to hurt the two Avengers would be able to do so easily via their affection for her, so it was best that she moved in.

Then it was for the best that she sell her car, she didn’t need to be driving anywhere. Then it was best for her to cancel her credit cards, end her gym membership. It was best that she got a new Starkphone, which they promised they’d eventually program her friend’s numbers into, and why would she need a bunch of social media apps? Best to leave those off. They just wanted to do what was in her best interest. Pressing her to quit her job? It was for the best.

“I-I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, Steve,” she whispered through trembling lips, hands grasped tightly in front of her, “I didn’t—”

“I know, princess, this isn’t a punishment, it’s a lesson.”

That was worse. That was worse than a punishment. Tears welled in her eyes as he crossed to the windows and drew back the curtains, tying them off to the sides. The last lesson she’d gotten had been on how to take their cocks all the way into her throat without gagging and leave them there until one of them let her off. It had been humiliating and painful and she’d cried constantly, which had bothered them. They’d only stopped when she was too tired to cry anymore, praising her for doing so well, for staying calm, for being a good girl.

“Come here,” he motioned her forward, hand extended out towards her and a stern look in his eye, “now, princess.”

She forced her feet to move, toes dragging over the soft rug that covered the floor. When she put her hand in his, he tugged her so her back was snuggly against his chest and turned so they faced the window.

“You keep stopping right in front of the windows,” Steve murmured, lips brushing against her ear, “that’s dangerous, princess. You never know who could be watching.”

The sound of footsteps came from behind, but Steve didn’t let her turn. It was just Bucky; it couldn’t have been anyone else. They hadn’t had anyone over in months, not since Wanda had criticized how they took care of her. The redhead had said how they treated her was wrong, like she was a possession instead of a person. Too bad she hadn’t gotten out while she still had the chance, while she still had contact with friends.

“You know how easy it is to shoot someone through a window? Standing completely still the way you do?” The brunet’s voice was rough as he approached, heavy boots echoing through the quiet room, “Do you know how many times I could’ve killed you, princess?”

Her heart nearly stopped, the thinly veiled threat pounding through her head. I could’ve killed you, I could’ve killed you, I could’ve killed you. It was rhythmic, her heart restarting to that particular beat and thrumming beneath her skin like a promise. Do you know how many times I could’ve killed you? Of course she knew— there was a reason she’d only tried to leave twice.

“We’ve been trying to decide how to teach you to stop,” Steve stated, one hand running up and down her side while the other stayed locked around her waist.

“I’ll stop,” she responded without hesitation, “I won’t do it anymore—”

“Quiet now, princess,” Bucky circled around to stand between her and the window, hands on his hips, “you listen during lessons, don’t talk back.”

Her lips pressed together, a distressed noise escaping her chest but no words came out. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes and she tried to force her jaw not to chatter, no matter how scared she was. Steve’s hands slipped under her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head quickly, smiling to himself upon seeing the goosebumps rising all over her skin. Her mind might’ve been a bit behind, but her body already knew it’s place. Her bra and pants followed, leaving her in a pair of white panties.

“We know how shy you are, even with us,” Bucky reached out and cupped her face, thumbs running gently over her cheeks, “so embarrassed to show off your body.”

Steve slipped the hand that wasn’t holding her against his chest down into her panties, fingers teasing between her dry folds, “Buck, get down there and get our princess’s pussy nice and wet, would’ya?”

The brunet was quick to drop to his knees, pulling her underwear down easily and lifting her left leg up over his shoulder. A groan escaped him; she had a pretty little pussy and they kept it nicely shaved. The whimper that escaped her when he dove in made the action all the more sweet.

“Now, look at you princess, getting your pussy eaten right in front of the window,” Steve whispered in her ear, carefully manipulating her to face the glass, “is this why you stop at the windows all the time? Is it because you want people to see you?”

A soft cry escaped her, Bucky latching onto her clit with a brutal intensity while two fingers plunged into her. It didn’t take long for her to get wet; they had her body well-conditioned to respond to their touches. Her eyes were locked on the window, tears escaping her eyes. They lived on a relatively busy street, their bedroom window faced the front, and oh god there was a man walking his dog.

“P-Please, I’m sorry I w-won’t—”

“Shhhh, princess,” Steve quickly lifted her into his arms, legs spread obscenely over his arms, “don’t talk back. Let Bucky finish eating that pretty pussy. Now, until you learn to stop standing in front of the windows, we’re confiscating all of your clothes.”

She made the kind of noises that got him hard within seconds; the sob that slipped from her lips when she registered his words was no different. Bucky too, if the responding sound he made way any indication. He started eating her out with a whole new intensity, fingers rubbing relentlessly at her g-spot. Steve grinned when he realized the man walking his dog had stopped, a look of shock on his face as he stared up into the window.

“Would you look at that, princess?” He directed her attention once again, heat welling up inside of him when she wailed in distress, “look at him watching, do you think he can tell how far inside your cunt Buck’s fingers are? Maybe I should just fuck you up against the glass instead, press those pretty tits right up against the window?”

He was sure she would’ve started to thrash if he didn’t have such a tight hold on her, especially as Bucky tapped his knee; she was about to cum.

“See, this is the perfect lesson, princess,” Steve murmured into her ear, “this is exactly why you don’t stare out the windows all the time, you never know who’s gonna be watching.”

“Please stop!” She wailed, squirming the best she could while Bucky continued to voraciously suck at her clit, “Please Bucky, please stop!”

She came within in the next few seconds, a high pitched cry slipping through her lips as her body pulled taught. Bucky didn’t let up, fingers still buried in her pussy as he worked her through the orgasm. It wasn’t until she started thrashing hard enough that even Steve had a hard time keeping hold of her that he finally stopped.

“You really don’t need clothes while you’re in the house anyway, princess,” the brunet stated calmly as he stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, “this’ll just be a good way to get you used to it, and it’ll keep you from standing in the middle of the windows.”

“P-please, I’ll stop,” she whispered, the tone pathetic even to her own ears, “t-this isn’t necessary, I won’t do it anymore.”

“Just give it a little time, princess, you’ll get used to it,” Steve pressed a quick kiss to her ear, “I know you will.”

When she continued to cry, Bucky cooed quietly and ran his hands over her face, “come on, princess, enough crying. Let me see that pretty smile.”

It wasn’t a request and she knew it. Trembling lips pulled up at the corners, tears still leaking from her eyes, and she forced herself to smile.

#steve rogers x oc x bucky barnes #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!mcu #yandere prompts #what's the difference

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iihappydaysii · 4 years

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Did you know…? Jamie and Lord John have kissed twice.

The time everyone talks about at Helwater and then they kissed again in Jamaica.

*clears throat* In defense of this, I shall make the following case.

(standard disclaimer to not take anything I say that seriously. also, thanks for the beta-like help @mistresspandorawritesthings )

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“Oh, God, John!” he [Jamie] said.

I stopped dead, halted much more by the tone of that voice than by the words—it was broken with an emotion I had seldom heard from him.

Walking very quietly, I drew closer. Framed in the half-open door was Jamie, head bowed as he pressed Lord John Grey tight in fervent embrace.

My very first instinct was to think Jamie is hugging John, which he is, in part… of course, “embrace” defined as “an act of holding someone closely in one's arms�� and “fervent” defined as “having or displaying a passionate intensity.” There is also little reason for Jamie’s head to be bowed if they are hugging. But if he’s leaning down to a kiss…

(If you strongly believe Jamie was merely holding John, please carry on and disregard the following, but if you want to hear my argument that they were kissing, please continue on this journey with me.)

I stood still, completely incapable of movement or speech. - That’s quite dramatic, Claire, for two men, who you know are friends, who are just hugging, yet perfectly normal if you just caught your husband kissing a man.

As I watched, they broke apart. Jamie’s back was turned to me, but Lord John faced the hallway. - If they were hugging it’s possible that John could have seen her at any point, but if they were kissing, he likely had his eyes closed and it would take them breaking apart for her to be worried that he would see her, which is what happens here

He [John] was staring at Jamie, and on his face was such a look of naked hunger - This doesn’t strongly support my argument other than if Jamie just kissed him you bet he’d have that look on his face, but mostly I just wanted to include it because John loves Jamie so much.

My hands were cold and I felt slightly sick. What in the name of God was going on? - If Claire is this upset about a hug, I don’t know how she’s ever functioned a day in her life. Why is a hug making her sick? Even if John looking at Jamie like that is such a big deal, if anything she should be thinking “hey, maybe I should tell Jamie that his friend is into him.”

The Governor’s shock at learning that I was Jamie’s wife was now at least partially explained. - If they were just hugging and they were just friends and John’s feelings were unrequited then nothing about what just happened would make Claire think “it must’ve been a shock for him.” The shock is, of course, because Claire was supposed to be dead, but Claire doesn’t know this. It seems that she assumes John and Jamie were lovers and that John's shock at her identity is because he was under the impression that Jamie wasn't interested in women.

Claire goes on to repeat and connect two separate things Jamie said to her earlier in the book… He was the Governor of Ardsmuir Prison and D’ye ken what men in prison do? (yes, Jamie is referring to men having sex with each other in prison. They discuss it briefly.)

I did know, but I would’ve sworn on Brianna’s head that Jamie didn’t; hadn’t, couldn’t, under any circumstances whatever. - This demonstrates that Claire’s belief that Jamie wouldn’t be with a man is really, really strong, which is important to what comes next.

At least I would’ve sworn that before tonight - So, a simple hug makes her question such a strong belief that she knows is rooted in Jamie’s trauma regarding BlackJack? Yes, she’s seen John’s face with its naked hunger but not Jamie’s. Knowing this situation, why does she not jump to unrequited on John’s part if they were just hugging? Why is what happened making her question a deeply held belief? A hug is common gesture, even amongst men, but a kiss, especially a fervent one, would absolutely make her wonder at the possibility.

I closed my eyes, chest heaving, and tried not to think of what I had seen - The horrors…. of two men… hugging? What is she trying not to see here? Again, with a hug that’s dramatic as hell, but a kiss between her husband and another man? Makes perfect sense.

I couldn’t, of course. And yet, the more I thought of it, the more impossible it seemed. - Why would it be impossible that Jamie is hugging a friend? One he likely hasn’t seen in a really long time at that (at this point, she thinks they just knew each other at Ardsmuir so that would be a long time ago).

I could not believe that they [BlackJack traumas] would ever fade sufficiently for Jamie to tolerate the physical attentions of another man, let alone welcome them - I sound like a broken record at this point, but she’s making wild leaps based on a hug, yet these thoughts and questions would be perfectly normal if she saw Jamie kissing John fervently.

But if he knew Grey so intimately as to make what I had witnessed plausible in the name of friendship alone, then why had he not told me of him before? - A hug is very plausible in the name of friendship alone, even a really intense hug. He wouldn’t have to know a man that intimately to hug him. And it’s not like Jamie has shied away from platonic hugging with men, just the romantic/sexual kind. And yes, there’s the naked hunger on John’s face, but Claire was flipping out before she saw that.

Why go to such lengths to see the man, as soon as he learned that Grey was in Jamaica - Of course, it’s because of Willie… but Claire doesn’t know this. The reader actually doesn’t either at this point; we learn later, when John tells Claire (which I will go into). You can tell Claire is thinking there is something going on between them and that Jamie thought to hide it from her and still has feelings for John.

My stomach dropped once more, and the feeling of sickness returned. I wanted badly to sit down - Again, Claire, chillax, they were just hugging. But if they were kissing?? I’m with you, Claire. He’s your husband. That would suck to be blindsided by that.

Okay, so she’s going to see John walk into the hall at this point: His [John’s] face was flushed and his eyes shone - Now John is the one being dramatic about a hug. In fairness to John, we do know a hug would be a big thing for him, but there’s no reason Claire would think it was a big deal. But still… face flushed, shining eyes… those are kiss things.

I could at that moment easily have murdered him, had I anything more lethal than a hair pin - This is Claire’s most dramatic moment yet. She wants to murder this man over a hug? Over his possible ‘unrequited feelings’ for Jamie? When she knows he didn’t know Jamie had a wife? But if our wee Lord is out there kissing Jamie after just having met his wife…. idk seems like a much more plausible motive for murder.

The door opened again, a few minutes later - Seems like a long time for him to be left alone in John’s office because they hugged. If it was a friendship, no big deal on Jamie’s part hug, couldn’t they have just walked out together? (In BOTB, John and Percy will often wait so they are not seen leaving rooms together to avoid suspicion.)

At this point, Claire hides from Jamie. Another overreaction to a hug. She’s literally so bothered that she hides from him, even though he’s obviously looking for her. Then the body is found, so we will skip ahead a bit… first to Claire talking to Marsali, then John talking to Claire.

First of all, Claire is now in John’s office and she still can’t stop thinking about what happened there, even though she’s just seen a murdered person.

I sat looking at the Governor’s big desk. I could see the two of them, Jamie and Lord John, as though they had been painted on the wall before me. “I just don’t believe it,” I said out loud, and felt slightly better for the saying - What the bloody hell is so hard to believe about the two of them hugging and maybe John having feelings for Jamie? That’s not what she’s struggling to believe, she’s struggling to believe that Jamie would return those feelings and she has reason to believe he might, which even a “fervent” hug would not give her under the circumstances. (She knows Jamie is interested in women, and she isn’t from a time of great understanding of bisexuality; she knows he’s had extreme trauma that would likely prevent him from a relationship with a man, even in a desperate time). If they were kissing, she would have to confront these beliefs in the way she is and she wouldn’t have to with a hug. Given her strong belief Jamie would not be interested in men, she would have a laundry list of other explanations that she would jump to, far before my husband is banging a dude, if Jamie and John were simply hugging.

Marsali is talking about Willoughby but Claire keeps on as if they’re talking about Jamie. Marsali saying she knows Willoughby and doesn’t believe he could’ve committed the murder, but Claire is thinking about whether or not she knows Jamie. Did I know Jamie? I would have sworn I did, and yet… I kept remembering what he had said to me at the brothel, during our first night together. Will ye take me, and risk the man that I am for the sake of the man ye knew? - If she saw him kissing John, her questioning whether or not she truly knows him makes a lot of sense.

Here’s a big one: If Jamie could take Lord John Grey as a lover, and hide it from me, he wasn’t remotely the man I thought he was… he didn’t tell you about Laoghaire, said an insidious little voice in my head - Here she is straight out admitting the possibly that Jamie could have taken Lord John as a lover. Why would she make this huge of a leap about her own husband, who she loves and who she knows loves her, over them hugging in his office? She’s tormenting herself pretty extremely here for something that reasonably, if it were a hug, she’d could confront Jamie about more easily like, “Hey I saw you and Lord John hugging, you seemed very emotional about something.” I know Claire isn’t always the most calm and reasonable, but a kiss between the two guys is just a better explanation for what she’s going through.

It seems pretty clear when John first comes in that he doesn’t know Claire knows what happened between him and Jamie because he behaves pretty calmly and not awkward around her. (It’s not relevant but I do enjoy their little team-up to get rid of Captain Leonard). It becomes even clearer that he doesn’t because when she makes an allusion to it, he figures it out.

“There are shocks,” I said precisely, smoothing back my damp curls and giving him an eyeball, “and then there are shocks, if you know what I mean.” - She has to think he might get her meaning from this, if they were just hugging, why should he understand what she’s alluding to here? Also again, why the fuck is a hug shocking?

He looked surprised; then a flicker of understanding came into his expression. He reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out my fan, white silk embroidered with violets. - This is how we know he realizes she’s seen what they were doing and dropped her fan (he may or may not realize she did it out of shock or that she ran).

This is yours, I suppose? I found it in the corridor.” His mouth twisted wryly as he looked at me. “I see. I suppose, then, you will have some notion of how your appearance earlier this evening affected me.” - John has to be careful about who knows what about him. It’s dangerous. He can’t be openly gay. And if he and Jamie were merely hugging, which is against zero percent of rules, it would make sense for him to be less direct and not jump to the conclusion that Claire would understand that he would be hurt by Jamie having a wife. He couldn’t have known she’d seen what she did in his face (the naked hunger). If she saw John and Jamie kissing, then it follows that he would think she knows he’s into men. Claire would know there was something between them and why John was shocked Jamie had a wife.

At this point, they go back and forth about Jamie being married and who knows what and John looks sad thinking Jamie never mentioned him but then acts fond when Claire tells him Jamie said he’s a friend. From Claire’s pov, this is probably meant to be a bit rude but of course, John loves that Jamie calls him a friend. Now, John is about to learn that Jamie thought Claire was dead (of course it’s more complicated than that), but this is what he’s going to believe and now is when I really want to focus on this scene and what happens from how John would understand it.

So, what does John know? John knows how much Jamie loves Claire. Jamie has said it to him many times, at Ardsmuir, during their fight in the stables in BOTB, during Scottish Prisoner. He is deeply aware of what Claire means to Jamie. John knows (believes) that Jamie has no sexual or true romantic interest in him, but he also knows Claire has seen them kissing (yes, I’m just gonna say it) and is upset by it. John knows how much he loves Jamie and how he’ll do anything to protect him. Claire could react really poorly to the thought that Jamie is interested in him. She could freak out and leave Jamie and again, John knows how much Jamie loves Claire and how much it would destroy him if she were to leave him. He also knows he can’t really have Jamie for a lot of reasons, including that John has Willie and Willie and Jamie can’t be in proximity of each other without people realizing he’s not really the Earl’s kid.

John, our smart, sweet, wonderful John (I’m not biased at all), has to make a calculation of what to do. So what’s the next thing he says?

“… has he not told you about Willie?” - This is a big fucking deal. John has likely never mentioned this to anyone before, let alone Jamie’s wife, who is not the mother and who could spread rumors about Willie, if she doesn’t take the news well. He is risking a lot by trusting her with this. Why would he do this? Just to be a bitch to Jamie’s wife and be like haha I have something you don’t have—and why would she care? That is not John, and certainly not when it comes to someone he loves deeply who he knows (believes) he cannot have. He doesn’t set out to make them seem more together, he’s setting out to explain why she should forgive and understand what Jamie did (kiss him). This is also a big deal because he’s taking a risk in telling her about Willie rather than letting Jamie do it. It’s a bit of a betrayal of Jamie to share this information if Jamie has chosen not to tell Claire, but John knows he has to, to explain why they were kissing in a way that doesn’t “incriminate” Jamie and will allow her to forgive him.

John goes on to explain Willie which goes into detail likely because the reader is just learning at this point that Jamie had chosen to give Willie to John. John mentions that Geneva is his wife’s sister and when Claire questions “wife” John blushes/gets flustered and Claire thinks if I had been in any doubt about the nature of the look I had seen him give Jamie, I wasn’t any longer. - This is the one phrase that I believe lends itself better to a hug than a kiss, other than the omission of the word “kiss” (I will address why I think the word is omitted later). I think there are way too many other examples where a kiss fits better than a hug, that this one where a hug may fit a little better isn’t super important. But yes, it’s somewhat odd here to focus on the importance of that look in knowing his acting like it would be weird for him to have a wife, rather than the kiss. But it’s also just a comparison of two facial reactions—this one to Claire and the one to Jamie, which could make more sense than a direct comparison to the kiss.

The next bit is more about Willie, then we get to John telling Claire the whole story of Helwater and the offer and the kiss. I won’t go into detail with the wording here (maybe another post) but I believe there are several things that John wants to get across to Claire by telling her this story. That he, John, is not an asshole taking advantage of her husband, that he does have feelings for Jamie and Jamie knows that, that Jamie loves his son, but does not love John in that way, and that they’ve never had sex but they did kiss. Then, at Helwater, and that night in Jamaica.

I’m going to include the text of the Helwater kiss just because I can, this is my post and I make the rules:

Grey felt the big hands warm on the skin of his face, light and strong as the brush of an eagle’s feather, and then Jamie Fraser’s wide, soft mouth touched his own. There was a fleeting impression of tenderness and strength held in check, the faint taste of ale and fresh-baked bread. Then, it was gone and John Grey stood blinking in the brilliant sun.

The Helwater story finishes up very quickly after this and John says to Claire “That was the first time he ever touched me willingly,” he said quietly. “And the last, until this evening, when I gave him the other copy of that miniature.”

The most important piece of all this is that John is choosing to compare the kiss at Helwater and what happened in his office that evening, as if they are the same thing (because they are). The other is that we know it’s not just touching, in general; Jamie has willingly touched him before. He does it throughout Scottish Prisoner, including holding his arm as they walked together. This suggests that by touch he means kiss, and that the time at Helwater was the only other time, which should ease Claire’s worries about them being actual lovers and a genuine threat to what Claire and Jamie have. John loves Jamie and would not want to see his choice to kiss John end up damaging his relationship with Claire.

All of this to say...

Jamie kissed John in Jamaica and Claire saw them.

. . .

A note on it not being so direct there is no question whatsoever:

I believe the actual word kiss is omitted for several reasons. First, to allow for someone who really, really can’t stand the idea that John and Jamie would kiss (more than the one time in Helwater, though they likely wouldn’t like that either) some room to deny that it happened. Second, to represent how hard it is for Claire to face the reality of what happened. As if she can’t bring herself to say or think concretely what they were doing (kissing). Third, avoiding the word kiss is quite common in how Diana writes kisses, at least for John, so it wouldn’t be unprecedented for her to avoid the word. With Stephan it’s “the taste of oranges were in my mouth”, in the later books when John and Percy will kiss, the word is not used and it’s also implied, even with the Helwater kiss with Jamie it was described by the feeling and the taste not the word itself.

#lord john grey #jamie x john #outlander nonsense #my meta #i guess

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starlighttaek8 · 4 years

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Redamancy

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: Fluff. Just Super Fluff.

Plot Summary: This is a sequel to my other story, Untitled. I guess you don’t HAVE to read it, but this story will be able to be understood better if you do.

So, this is just a really fluffy Yoongi x reader story, with a lot of cute moments.

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Him.

You had just met up with Seokjin and his wife.

Tragic really, he was your first love and to see him married and with a child will always hurt.

That nagging voice, toxic in nature, always in the back of your mind, plaguing your thoughts of how to rip and shred and cause havoc just to make him yours.

Thankfully, these intrusive thoughts were only a very small piece of your mind and as you left the coffee shop that day, you couldn't help but be proud of yourself for how much you have grown as a person.

Although you have always been a more in your head person, a person whose world is so internally focused, you should really focus on what is right in front of you.

Especially when you walk out the door of the coffee shop right as another person walks in.

The surprise collision also made you spill your coffee, all over this person's, objectively nice, sans coffee, dress pants and shoes.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, rushing back into the shop to get some napkins.

"I'm really such a clutz, I'm always in my head, please forgive me!" You rush out, practically begging for this stranger's forgiveness although he had yet to speak.

"Erm.. It's okay." He responded, shock from having hot coffee spilled all over his ankles substantially subsided.

You looked up and you admit, you were startled at his appearance.

He was quite handsome, bleached blonde hair falling lightly over his forehead. His eyes were the second thing you noticed, the intensity of the brown irises not one that you could soon forget.

Min Yoongi.

At the discovery of the identity of the person in front of you, once you had finished cleaning off his pants the best you could, you slowly stood up to meet him.

"Min Yoongi?"

"Um.. Yes, have we met?"

"Well... Not officially. I've been Seokjin's friend since we were little. He would occasionally talk of his friends and point them out to me."

"And you remembered me?"

"Well... Yes. I may be clumsy with my feet, but I usually never forget a name or face."

There was a reason why you didn't forget his face in particular though.

He was the only other one, besides Jin, that would have let you play with them.

Occasionally, as the rest of the class was walking inside, he would look at the drawings you made in the dirt, and give you a tiny grin.

Then there was that one time where most of their friend group had gotten sick from the nasty germs that infested the public schools.

This time, it wasn't a tiny grin as you drew intricate designs in the sand.

This time, he picked up his own stick, and as you drew, he drew.

While your designs were more freeform, circular, wavy, carefree, his were angular, calculated. Each line he drew complimented yours, with the both of them creating a beautiful pattern in the sand.

Neither of you talked during this experience, two silent people drawing shapes in the ground.

As the bell rang, and the teacher started gathering kids to go back inside, you shared a small smile with him, as newly kindred spirits and went back inside.

That same moment never happened again.

5 months later and just as school was ending, you overheard that his parents were getting divorced. He was going to live with his father, about 3 hours away.

Until now, you never saw him again.

But then was then, and now is now, and seeing his older, yet still youthful features grace your eyes once more sent a small smile to your face.

"Well, color me impressed then. Are you in a hurry?"

"Erm.. No, I'm not, I just.., I just met with Seokjin, his wife, and their new daughter. We haven't seen each other in a good 5 years."

"Wow, so it's been a while. Are they still here?"

"No, they left just about 10 minutes ago, Seokjin mentioned something about a pediatrician appointment. Are you sure you're okay? Um, I can buy you a coffee as an apology, if you want..," you offer, still embarrassed as you look at the mess you made on his nice pants.

"Oh... Yeah," he snickers softly, "I'm fine, these things happen, but if you don't mind, since I was the one who interrupted your thinking process, I could get you a new cup of coffee, and we could catch up a bit. You know, since you're not in a hurry and all."

Having an actual conversation with him was different.

When you were kids, the only conversation you had was the unspoken kind, the kind that only kindred, creative, quiet minds could have.

But as you spoke with him that afternoon, you realized just how much you both were alike, and just how much you were different.

You shared a lot of the same interests. He had studied Music in university, you liked music, liked being a term that did not, in any way, describe your love for it.

Music, to you, was another form of life in and of itself. Another plane of existence so to speak.

It was vibrant, it flowed, each musical note a new wave in the air, perfectly differing from the note before it, creating chords, symphonies, tying in all that mattered in the world into neat little waves of sound. Each note had a life of its own, but only with the other notes did it have true meaning, only with the other notes was it able to become true music to your ears.

That's how spending time with Yoongi was.

After your impromptu coffee shop date, you both exchanged contact information, and as soon as you arrived home that night, a small buzz accompanied by a picture of Yoongi greeted you.

As time went on, you were able to get to know Yoongi better. You often hung around the same coffee shop that you met at, and you could already feel a small twinge of something in your heart.

The first time you held hands with him you weren't sure you should count, as it was, much like many things that you did, purely on accident.

It had been precisely a week since you two exchanged numbers at the coffee shop, and you had already arranged to meet each other for dinner.

There was something about not only the way you met all those years ago, but also, Yoongi realized from the short conversation you had shared over coffee that there was something special about you, from the way that you frequently spaced out into your own thoughts, as if your inner mind was a much more interesting place than anything the outside world had to offer, to the way that you got so excited when you saw a cute puppy across the street that you just about ran into traffic in an effort to get to it.

The way you started to take steps off the sidewalk alerted him immediately, and he took hold of your hand, barely saving you from a car speeding past you, and bringing you back into the safety of the sidewalk, and coincidentally right against his chest.

As you looked up at him from his embrace, you could see the panicked look in his eyes and the short breaths that escaped his lungs in small puffs, visible due to the chilly weather.

From that moment on, he didn't let go of your hand, claiming "I can't lose you because you get distracted by a butterfly and decide to get yourself killed by traipsing through fast traffic."

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As said before, many things in your life happened by accident, both good and bad.

Two months after the hand holding incident, something else happened.

Accidents happen, you understand that, but why of all the accidents did it have to be this.

"...and that's why Jin has a short scar on his hand."

"Oh my goodness! Yoongi!" You laughed as he told you some of the things that happened in your elementary years, bonding over nostalgic times.

This conversation happened on a phone, one night where you hadn't been able to see him all day, as was the same with most days, but you didn't know how such an average day could turn into a special one.

"Anyways, it was really nice catching up with you, I feel like we haven't seen each other in weeeeeks!" Yoongi said, making you both laugh a little bit.

"I know! But that's probably because it has been. We've both been rather busy lately. I should probably let you go now. It's 2 am and I have to be up in 5 hours."

"Alright, well then sleep well!"

You don't know what possessed you to say what you said next.

"Alright thanks! Goodnight! Love you!"

As soon as you pushed end, you flew into a self-deprecating swirl of a human.

"WHAT DID I JUST DO? DID I REALLY JUST SAY LOVE YOU?" You thought out loud before collapsing on your bed, face down onto your pillow, not caring if your mascara stained your pillowcase.

*buzzzzzzz* *buzzzzzzzzzz*

It feels like your whole bed vibrates and so you decide to look at your phone before falling asleep.

One (1) new message

Yoongles: Love you too. Sleep well.

Delivered 2:17 am

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Ever since the accidental "love you" exchange, it has been, honestly, quite uneventful. You had work as usual, Yoongi had work as usual. You started going on little outings with Yoongi, maybe once or twice a week, and they started becoming your favorite parts of the week.

The outings didn't have to be anything special, sometimes they were not even outings, instead choosing to spend time together on your couch (his place was always a mess, he said, plus you had the bigger tv).

The question of whether or not you two were actually dating always seemed to linger in the air. In every sense of the word, yes, yes you were, but technically speaking, he never asked, you never clarified, and labels were never that important to you anyways.

But labels are there for a reason, and that is for clarification.

Jin and his family wanted to meet up with you again, and you asked if you could bring Yoongi, because it seemed Jin hadn't spent much time with him lately either, and this way he wouldn't be the only guy surrounded by women.

You arrive at the cafe, this time with Yoongi, (less of a chance to spill coffee on him again he said, if we came together) and you spotted Jin and his wife almost immediately. They didn't have their child with them, so they must have gotten Jin's parents to babysit.

The outing with Jin, his wife, and Yoongi goes well, so well in fact that this conversation happens.

"So we've been talking a lot about us lately, now tell us, are you and Yoongi a couple?"

"Ye-"

"N-"

You both look at each other. He had almost said yes, while you had almost said no.

"Trouble in paradise already?" Jin laughs.

"What she meant to say was yes, yes we are dating, and yes we are boyfriend and girlfriend, that is in fact, what she meant to say."

"And what do you think of that?" Jin asks pointedly.

"Um.. Yeah, yeah that's exactly what I meant to say, 100 percent, completely and utterly fact, it's just the first time we clarified it." You say as you rub your neck, a slight smile coming to your cheeks as you feel the blood rushing there.

The rest of your lunch was filled with teasing coming from Jin, and from Yoongi, he was a lot more touchy, always wrapping his arm around you, holding your hand with his other one.

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As time went on, your life intertwined more and more with Yoongi's.

You both shared your passions for life, even though you both already knew each other's likes and dislikes.

His passion was music.

Mixing, to be specific.

It always took a long time to finish each track, but when he did complete it, you were the first he called to listen to it.

It didn't always go well though.

There were times where he didn't feel like his work matched up to his previous masterpieces.

He would work as if he was tireless, often spending several days and nights without rest.

On these nights, it's become your custom to bring him some sustenance, as he usually worked so hard he forgot to eat.

Vanilla Latte in hand, as well as a box of fried chicken, you knock on the door of his studio.

You tried the door, locked.

"Yoongi," You call out, knocking a few more times, "I brought food."

The door clicks and you enter, already finding Yoongi back in his chair, headphones around his neck, face illuminated by the computer screen.

Which is also the only source of light in the room.

You tell Yoongi to close his eyes and you turn on the main light, the adjustment harsh on even your eyes.

You both eat together, him offering you the wings while you offer him the drumstick, sharing the Cola that came with the set.

After eating, you clean everything up, and he gets back to his work, but this time offering you a pair of headphones as you turn out the light.

You know that he's tired.

His eyes have dark circles underneath them, body movements are slow, and if you look closely, you can see the red lines in the whites of his eyes, all of these clear signs that this might just be his 2nd day of no sleep.

Nevertheless, you know that he refuses to sleep until he's satisfied, and you give him your thoughts on his latest piece.

Just like this, you both stay up the rest of the night, your head sometimes leaning on his shoulder.

As soon as the latest masterpiece is completed, you help him out of his chair and into his bed. He can shower after he's gotten some rest.

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It has been approximately 6 months since you started dating Yoongi, and your dynamic as a couple was truly something amazing.

Ever since clarifying the relationship to Jin, and to yourself, Yoongi had amped up his efforts to really make you fall deeper for him.

Or maybe he hadn't, but it sure felt like it, because you could feel the love for him in your heart grow every passing day.

You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket and see an incoming call from Yoongi.

You excitedly pick it up, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

"Princess, can we meet tonight? I want to take you out to dinner," Yoongi said, his voice deep and smooth, just like the voice that you hear those nights that you spend with him in the studio.

Those nights were the best.

He had gotten you your own rolling chair for his studio, along with a comfortable headrest and blanket.

So those nights where neither of you could quite get to sleep, where just being in each other's presence was cathartic enough, even if you don't say a word, you would oftentimes find yourself at his studio.

He would welcome you with a hug, arms around you tightly, head nestled ever so lightly in your neck, so that he could be as close to you as possible.

From there, he would wrap you in a blanket and pull you along to your chair. He would make you sit down and make sure that the blanket was covering every inch below your neck for optimum comfort.

The final touch was the big, studio-quality, headphones that would encase your ears and cut off everything else that you would hear. The exception being Yoongi's smooth voice and background tracks that played throughout the dimly lit hours of the night.

Oftentimes, you would fall asleep right in the chair, it being more comfortable than you ever thought it could be.

Reflecting on what were some of the best nights of your life so far, almost caused you to miss something.

Yoongi just called you Princess.

It was a good thing he couldn't see you through the phone, because when you realized that he called you Princess, you could feel your cheeks get hot, and you had the biggest smile on your face.

It made your heart start to beat just that little bit faster, but thankfully that didn't stop you from replying normally.

"That sounds wonderful, Sweetie."

You couldn't see it through the phone, but Yoongi's cheeks slowly turned pink when you called him that, and his heart started to beat just that much faster.

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It has now been one full year since Yoongi started dating you.

Before Yoongi, you didn't know it was possible to love a person this much.

Sure, you had loved Jin before, you grew up with him, and there wasn't any doubt in your mind that your feelings for him at the time were absolutely, 100%, true. You knew they were true too, from the way that even after 5 years apart from him, when you met him again for the first time in so long, those feelings struck you hard again, and you could feel the jealousy creeping back up into your soul.

But then, you saw him smiling.

You knew that he was happy. And you wanted that happiness for yourself.

You wanted to let go of all the negative feelings that came from keeping your love for Jin inside for too long.

You wanted all of the jealousy you had towards his new family to disappear.

And that's exactly what being with Yoongi did.

It took a while.

The first few weeks, when you weren't quite sure if you were dating or not, were difficult beyond belief.

So many thoughts would creep into your mind, saying that Yoongi didn't even like you, and that he was just reconnecting with an old friend from kindergarten.

Saying that this relationship would end up the same way as your friendship with Jin ended, with you falling hard and no one to catch you.

But after that fateful day in the cafe, when he told Jin that you two were, in fact, dating, your heart SOARED.

He liked you back, and you could work with that.

Bit by bit, Yoongi tore out your old, still broken feelings for Jin, and replaced them with his own.

Except his weren't broken.

His were healing, you could feel that every passing day, you were forgetting what you felt for Jin, the scars that were self-inflicted on your heart from an unrequited love were being healed by someone who wanted to take care of you, who wanted to love you.

All of these emotions went into the planning for your 1 year anniversary.

You made his favorite food, made sure that he had time tonight, because tonight was something special.

He was able to get out of work early tonight, coming to your place while you were still in the middle of cooking, and while you wanted to hug him, you didn't want to ruin his clothes, so you didn't run to the door and throw your arms around him like you wanted to, but that was okay, because he came in and hugged you from behind.

This was another one of your favorite moments.

Your back against his chest, his arms secure around your waist. A short kiss placed on your neck.

"Princess, I love you so much."

"Aww Sweetie, are you just saying that because I have your favorite food?"

"That's just a bonus. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Sweetie."

His arms let go of your waist and shortly after you could feel something cold and metal being placed on a chain around your neck.

"I specially ordered this for you Princess. I was able to design this necklace to imitate the same designs we used to draw in the sand together back in kindergarten."

You had a huge smile on your face as you rushed to wash your hands so you could see it in the mirror.

You fingered the small metal design, it looking so fragile against your neck.

He wanted to see your reaction so he had followed you into the bathroom, and right there, you turned around and kissed him.

Arms around his neck, looking into his eyes, you say, "Happy 1st Anniversary, Yoongi."

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6 months after your first anniversary, something else happened.

You adopted a dog.

Rather you and Yoongi, both adopted a dog.

You went to the animal shelter that day, dead set on getting a cat with Yoongi.

You both loved cats, they were always so adorable, with their little toe beans and whiskers.

When you arrived at the shelter, that's when you saw a box.

Specifically a box full of tiny, little, brown, curly puffs of fur, sleeping peacefully.

Then one of the puffs of fur opened his eyes, and you both had instantly made your decision, looking each other in the eyes and nodding.

You picked up the small puff of fur and brought him inside the shelter.

"Ahhhh hello! I see you've spotted our puppies! Their mother was pregnant with them when she was brought to the shelter, and then in a very sad turn of events, passed away due to complications in giving birth."

A few tears dropped at the story, sad for this puppy's start in life.

But that's what you were here for.

"We'd like to adopt him now, please."

"Absolutely! Follow me and we can fill out the paperwork."

And that was how you two ended up with a dog instead of a cat.

That small, clumsy puff of fur immediately set off in your house, sniffing everything and becoming familiar with his new home.

Around its neck was a simple collar with a tag that said "Min Holly"

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Your relationship with Yoongi was a whirlwind of emotions.

From the very moment that you two had reconnected, to this very moment that entranced the two of you, you knew that what you felt for Yoongi was special.

Your energies combined and swirled around each other in the same ways that your dirt drawings contradicted each other yet still made a beautiful picture.

At this moment, you two were overlooking the ocean from a high cliff, watching the waves crash against the sharp rocks at the bottom, the water frothing and foaming with each wave. The sky was littered with stars, each twinkling in their own constellations.

Your fingers were intertwined with Yoongi's, head on his shoulder as you looked out at the scenic view.

"You know," said Yoongi, turning his head slightly to look you in the eyes, "I never imagined that the little girl who drew pictures in the sand every afternoon during recess would be the one I would eventually love to the ends of the earth. It's quite sobering, really, to find the one that completes you so fully, and yet I've never felt so completely entranced, yet so level-headed, I've never felt more sure about myself, than when I'm with you."

"I love you too, Yoongi." You whisper in his direction, his eyes drawn to yours, never breaking contact, never wanting to, because if you could do one thing for the remainder of your life on this earth, it would be to see the soul and passion of Min Yoongi in his own two eyes.

There was something.... Special...about Yoongi. He made all of your troubles seem as they were merely cirrus clouds in the neverending blue of the sky, light and wispy, as if they were going to disappear with even the slightest of breezes.

He made you forget about your past feelings towards Jin, as if every thought that was formed about Jin when you were younger was nothing but a mere breeze that briefly wove through your hair, and nothing more.

Yoongi somehow erased all of your negative thoughts, worked with you through all of your lapses, and loved you every step of the way, through this very moment that you spent with him.

And as you looked into his onyx eyes, you knew that you loved him with every beat, every blood vessel, every ounce of your heart, and you knew that you wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.

"There you go again, staring into my eyes and getting lost in your own thoughts. Let me bring you back down to Earth." And, as he said that, he produced a small golden ring and slid it onto your left hand fourth finger.

"Y/n, I love you, and with this ring, I promise that I will always love you, and I ask you, here and now, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

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songsformonkeys · 4 years

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The Third Wheel (javier peña x reader) - chapter 12

Notes: So this chapter has taken forever and a half to write! I've just been distracted by other things and every time I've sat down to write I've just stared at the marker in the word document, mind completely blank. The chapter was originally supposed to be longer but I decided to split it in two just to be able to post something. So this is shorter than usual. I'll try and not keep you hanging for as long before the next one. Please yell at me if I do. I respond surprisingly well to threats.

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Chapter 12

Your neck felt clammy with sweat and a headache had been steadily growing as the day went on. You had barely slept anything last night, the stupid stupid nightmare making a reappearance not only once but twice during the night. It annoyed you to no end that there was nothing you could do to prevent it. In your sleep, you were completely defenseless and at the mercy of your subconscious...and your subconscious, as it turned out, was a bitch!

You had been in a foul mood all day and after lunch you had spotted people giving you the same beeline as they usually reserved for Javier on his worse days. That didn't improve your mood at all.

Neither did Javier sharing some new information he'd gotten from “a reliable source”. You had your suspicions about who that source might be and hated yourself for feeling like a scorned lover. It was good information as well so really you should be grateful.

Of course, it was difficult to feel grateful for anything when there was a sledgehammer going bananas inside your skull.

With the new information that had surfaced, the three of you (well mostly Steve and Javier) had decided that you'd talk through it over a liquid dinner at Javier's place that evening. You would have tried to get out of it if you thought you could get away with it without it raising suspicion. Steve was already watching you a little too closely for your liking and you'd done your very best to avoid Carrillo's hawkeyes.

So a few hours later, you found yourself sitting cross-legged on the half of Javier's couch that Javier himself wasn't occupying, while Steve lounged in the armchair.

“ We never counted on that many explosives,” Javier said and both you and Steve shook your heads in response. You shifted, moving so you were leaning back against the armrest instead, with your legs half stretched out in front of you, while still making sure there were a few inches of space between your feet and Javier's thigh.

“ If the information checks out then they've got enough dough to take out like two blocks,” you said, trying to suppress a yawn. You were feeling drowsier by the minute but it wasn't particularly late. The glass of whiskey that Javier had offered, had settled nice and warm in your stomach. A little longer then it would be socially acceptable for you to go home.

“ So either they're planning something huge or they've got one hell of a failsafe in case someone should plan on doing just what we're planning to do,” Steve reasoned but Javier shook his head.

“ Nah,” he argued, “The Sicarios might be mindless drones but the Cali cartel is a whole bunch of narcissists. No fucking way they're gonna let themselves get blown up, regardless of how many of us they can take with them. I'm telling you, the explosives are for something else. Vanessa said-”

You felt a stab to your chest and lost focus on what he was saying. It was one thing to suspect something hurtful was going on, a whole other to have it confirmed. You didn't listen to the rest of the sentence, instead sliding a little lower on the couch so your head was resting comfortably against the pillows.

Neither of the boys noticed your eyes drooping shut a couple of minutes later. They were too busy arguing over whatever it was that Vanessa had said. You heard their voices drift further and further away and, with them, the headache also eased.

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You found yourself standing in Javier's hallway. Somewhere a TV was playing but the sounds we're all wrong and sounded like everyone speaking was under water or stuck in a glass jar. You looked around and the hallway stretched on for so long that you couldn't even see the front door.

“ Querida...” The low voice sent shivers of pleasure up your spine and you turned around to find Javier standing a couple of feet from you. As you opened your mouth to apologize for being late - late for what, you didn't know – Javier suddenly stalked over to you, trapping you against the wall. His mouth looked impossibly inviting and so you leaned forward and kissed him. He tasted of everything you needed in that moment and your mouth willingly parted against his lips, deepening the kiss. He pressed close and you clung to him.

“ Necesito tocarte, querida,” (I need to touch you, darling) Javier almost growled and you gasped as his teeth scraped across the soft skin of your neck. He pulled back to look at you, question in his eyes, and you nodded, unable to form words. He leaned in to kiss you again and you moaned into his mouth.

He kissed you like wildfire and you felt like the whole world was tilting on its end. Your back was still against the wall but you felt like you were floating a couple of inches of the floor. But there was no way for you to look down and make sure without breaking the kiss and that was something you had no interest in doing right now. Not when Javier's tongue was in your mouth and his lips moved hungrily against yours.

As Javier's hand slid under the fabric of your shirt, however, something shifted. Javier nipped hard at your lip and it hurt, making you wince. There was suddenly a taste of copper in your mouth and it burned. The fingers on your stomach pressed down too hard and something cold slid up along your neck to rest against the underside of your chin.

“ El es tan suertudo,” (He is so lucky) a voice, that was distinctly not Javier's, murmured as he broke the kiss. Your eyes widened and fear bloomed in your chest, in an instant. “Necesito tocarte,” (I need to touch you) Alonso Sebastián continued, pushing your shirt up even further.

“ No...no no no,” you protested and tried to move away from him, but invisible hands were holding your arms. “Stop!”

Sebastián pulled back and smiled dangerously at you and suddenly you remembered. You'd been here before. You knew what was gonna happen next.

“ Como desées...puta.” (As you wish...whore)

“ NO!” you screamed and as Sebastián pulled the trigger and everything exploded, your eyes flew open. You woke up from the nightmare, only to find a figure in the dark above you, holding your arms.

“ Get off me!” you screamed, lashing out, and the hands on your arms immediately let you go as Javier scrambled backwards. You heard him swear and you sat bolt upright when it finally clicked that it actually was Javier on the floor next to the couch.

“ Javier!” you exclaimed, surprised. Your heart was still beating a mile a minute after the dream and your voice came out a little higher than intended. Javier blinked up at you from where he was sitting on the floor.

“ What the hell?!” he asked, followed by your name.

“ I'm so sorry, Javier! Are you okay?” you asked, eyes darting around the room. It was much darker now. Steve was nowhere to be seen but the tv was still on and there was a half-empty beer on the coffee table.

“ Yeah, I'm fucking fine!” he said angrily, rubbing his back, “What about you? You were squirming on the bed like you were auditioning for the fucking Exorcist.”

You looked around the room again before your gaze returned to his face. That fucking nightmare. It was one thing to have it in your own apartment when the only one to hear it and deal with the embarrassing aftermath but you didn't want Javier to see this. It had been weeks since the incident in the woods. It made no sense that it was still plaguing you.

Javier's expression suddenly softened and you realized that you had taken too long to answer, had lost the window of opportunity to joke, and not make it a big deal. Javier said your name, like a question, and sat up a little straighter.

“ Do you think I'd get the part in the sequel?” No harm in trying. Unfortunately, Javier didn't fall for it. And even more unfortunately, his brain cells had picked this moment to get themselves in order and cooperate to put two and two together.

“ How long have you been having nightmares?” he asked and there was a sharp intensity in his eyes that made it impossible to look away, even though you had a strong urge to bolt for the door.

“ Since we got back,” you confessed and Javier's eyebrows drew together in a deep frown.

“ Cariño, did something more happen that you didn't tell me about?” he asked. He didn't seem to notice the endearment that had just slipped out but you definitely did and your stomach flipped stupidly.

“ No,” told him but he looked skeptical, which only made you feel even more embarrassed. “I promise, okay. Nothing more happened! There's no goddamn reason for me to be having these dreams and I don't know what's wrong with me!” You buried your face in your hands with a frustrated groan. You heard Javier get up from the floor and the couch dipped a little when he sat down next to you. When he put his hand on your back, you shrugged it off and looked up to level him with a stare.

“ Don't pity me, Peña,” you warned. His jaw clenched the way it did when something annoyed him and he stood up. You instantly missed the warmth of his thigh against yours.

“ Why would I? You clearly don't need it,” he muttered before disappearing into the kitchen. You wondered if that was your cue to leave, but before you could even stand up, Javier came back with a glass of water. He handed it to you wordlessly and you quietly thanked him. Deep down you knew that he'd just tried to be nice but you didn't need another reminder of your weakness.

Javier watched you as you emptied the glass and handed it back to him.

“ More?” he asked and you shook your head.

“ You know...” he began and sat down on the coffee table, twisting the glass in his hands, “You should have told me about the nightmares. I could've...”

“ Could've what?” you asked, eyebrows raising, “Spent the night and held my hand?” You resolutely ignored the part of your brain that perked up at the idea.

Javier smiled a little and stared into the empty glass. Then he looked up with another frown.

“ Wait...you've had these dreams since we got back?” he asked.

“ As previously established, yes,” you said ungrateful for the reminder. Javier looked deep in thought for a moment and his tongue came out to wet his lower lip before the frown cleared from his face and he looked up at you again.

“ Is that what I've been hearing?” he asked. You had no idea what he was talking about and gave him a questioning look. “I've heard you. Through the ceiling. I thought...”

“ You thought what?” you asked, horrified by the apparently non-existent soundproofing between your apartments. Javier scratched his jaw and he looked...embarrassed?

“ I... I thought you were having company over...”

You just stared at him as realization slowly dawned on you.

“ Oh my god, Javier! No!” you protested loudly and stood up from the couch. Javier shrugged in defense.

“ How was I supposed to know? I just heard...noises.”

“ Who would I even bring to my apartment? The only three people I see during the day are you, Steve and Carrillo.”

“ Well Carrillo does have a soft spot for you,” Javier said with a shrug

“ Javier!”

“ I'm joking. Relax.” He rolled his eyes at you while you desperately tried to wipe the image of Carrillo in that context from your mind. You shook your head as if the action would actually help. Javier laughed and stood up. His sudden cheerfulness was a bit of a contrast to the deep frowning he'd done just minutes ago. You glanced around the room and your eyes landed on the clock on the wall. It was late. Way too late.

“ It's after midnight!” you exclaimed. Javier turned to look as well.

“ Yeah,” he said, looking amused, “You got somewhere to be?”

“ Yes, my bed! We have work tomorrow!”

“ We can sleep in,” Javier argued.

“ We really cannot. I promised Steve I'd come with him to meet with one of the informants and knowing him, he's gonna want to get an early start.” You could already picture his cheerful face in the doorway at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning.

Javier shrugged and then he looked over at the couch.

“ Look, if you want...” he started and you knew exactly where he was going with this, and quickly interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“ I'm fine!” you assured him, a little too aggressively. You didn't need Javier to babysit you through the night...or maybe you did, but you didn't want him to know about it.

“ I should go home,” you said and backed towards the hallway. Javier followed you and for a moment the image of him pushing you up against the wall invaded your mind. But Javier didn't touch you. Instead, he just hovered close by as you pulled on your shoes.

When you stood up again, Javier opened his mouth to speak but there was only so much of him trying to be kind and gentle with you that you could handle in one night. So before he had time to speak and before you had time to think clearly about the best way to handle the situation, you started forward and wrapped your arms around him. It was only when your chin was firmly rested on his shoulder and his arms came up to wrap around you too that you realized that this probably didn't reassure Javier that something wasn't seriously damaged in your brain.

His arms felt good around you, strong and warm and you were suddenly reminded of how it had felt to fall asleep in this embrace. But even under threats of bodily harm, you would have refused to admit that you lingered.

When Javier whispered your name softly you were again reminded of how strange you were behaving and you pulled back, stepping out of the comfort of his arms.

“ I will see you tomorrow!” you said, voice a little too high in the silent hallway, and before Javier could reply, you slipped through the door and up the stairs to your floor and apartment.

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hpdabbles · 4 years

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Would you be willing to write a random pov of Trox? I just read your Kindness and Remorse and I adore him!

jbgvibehdvidushviu THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM! Trox is one of my favorite Ocs. Sure I’ll write you some. This is set around during the time Harry and Dudley move in with Hagrid.

Putting it under a read more due to possible Spoiler alerts......if I keep the current plan. I haven’t exactly decided the ending yet and that means some of the stuff here may be altered later on

Trox had long ago given up on finding respect from the wizarding world. His kind had a version of independent government from the wizards- there had lots of leeways to practice their culture compare to his grandparents- but they still co-exist and had to follow most of the Wizengamot’s laws.

He loath them sometimes. Hated how they ruled over him and his people, with no regard to their culture, hated how they mocked and sneered at them when they needed the services provided by Gringotts. But there wasn’t much he could do about it for he was only one person.

Unlike his ancestors, he didn’t want a revolution to overthrow the Ministry of Magic and free the goblins back to the old ways of glorious battles and warfare. He just wanted respect, for his people, for his customs, for himself.

But that was too much to ask of wizards and witches who passed through the bank and he grew knowing he needed to sneer first and frighten their young before they had the chance of stepping all over him.

Then one day, a few weeks before his thirteen birthday, around his second month working as a teller- one of the most basic starting positions but rather respectable for his age- he met him. Harry Potter entered his life like a whirlwind, throwing everything he knew about wizards right out the window with a few sentences.

His threat of plugging his father’s dagger into his heart didn’t so much as faze him, if anything Harry looked excited at the idea. That was the first time Trox ever thought Harry as pretty, the way his eyes shone with genuine glee as he gazed upon the Mughal dagger his father had created with utter awe.

The more Trox spent time with The-Boy-Who-Lived the more he liked him.

He not only tolerated the goblins’ way of life Harry adores them. He could speak hours on hours of weaponry, he never pushed for someone’s name and respected the ownership law far faster than any other human. Harry is younger than he, but he stood tall without a lick of fear even when facing Rex and Etta the two most notorious guards and celebrities of their own right in the Pit.

They were some of the best in their generation which earns them high levels of respect many goblins cleared a path for them when they moved about, and swoon when they spoke. Many of the Goblin nations hope to either marry them or have them married into their families, his own father had even hinted Rex would be a good life partner once or twice.

Trox himself still got nervous when they walked by him, let alone speak to them, but not Harry, if anything the young wizard wanted to approach them even more for being so fearsome.

In fact, Trox learned later on Harry had been so taken by the danger they obviously posed upon their first meeting, he actually drew them. Rex had been preening through the breakroom in a way no one has seen in a long time, telling anyone who cared to listen that a wizard called him “fearsome”.

Of course, he was, to a goblin strength meant beauty, and Harry proclaimed he belongs in a scene of battle, with decapitated heads and rivers of blood. The young wizard had the habit of doing that, of flirting with goblins in such a charming manner during his visits slowly but surely making his way into the Golbin Nation’s hearts and Trox knew he wasn’t aware of it. Harry was just naturally adorable that way.

It made Trox nervous much more than Rex or Etta ever could and he was closer in age to them. He often feels like a fool fumbling about in Harry’s presence, tripping over his own feet and messing up the simplest of tasks.

But Harry also made him feel like he could do anything, rise above everything if only to see him cheering and clapping for him. He always cared about his training, as the Head Goblin’s son he would one day lead his people but if anyone chose to challenge him when he turned eighteen he had to be prepared to battle for his right to rule, as all previous Heads have done; but he tried harder, trained harder because Harry inspired him to.

Harry Potter acted like Trox’s battle abilities were something incredible and he wanted to be the very best so Harry had a real reason to marvel at him.

“ Kribhuisb,” His father told him a few days before his birthday celebration while he had been practicing his close combat blade skills, slowly going through the stances to perfect his form. Since his father was his only blood family, he was the only one to use Trox's real name. “I have decided to invite Harry Potter to the Pit for your birthday.”

Trox fumbled so hard he fell flat on his face his sword clatter at his side. “W-what!? But he’s not a goblin! H-h-harry is a wizard and they aren’t normally allowed such privilege!”

His father only smiled “Maybe but if a certain warrior prince is interested in finding a life partner he should demonstrate his abilities in the Pit. Besides, I have grown fond of the boy and so have many of the others. It was put to a vote at the last meeting and they all agreed he earned the right to see the Pit. It’s been a long time since a wizard has shown us such respect for our way of life.”

Trox gape at him but his parent barely gave him time to comment instead stepping forward for a spar and forced him into such intense training he felt he would collapse when they were done.

Still, he asked him to help him train again the next morning because if Harry was going to be there then it would Trox’s best performance he has ever given at the Pit.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years

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Humans are Space Orcs “Rival in the Circle”

First, I want to apologize, I wanted to make this a single longer story, but I have been traveling the past few days, and haven't slept much. Plus the guy sitting next to me n the airport is taking a conference call and won’t stop talking, so I cant concentrate :). So I am going to have to do this in two parts. I hope you like it anyway.

Forgive my writing when I am tired :)

Sunny was worried, very, very worried, her stomach had been in a constant state of churning ever since the transmission had been intercepted from Anam (her home planet) bringing with it the news of their bicentennial war gathering, which consisted mostly of ritual combat and war games conducted among all the major military leaders across the whole of Drev society. These games were primarily conducted in order to prove their worth as a Drev citizen. During this time bets could be waged, land could be fought for, and tribes could be absorbed or dissolved. Not only that but subordinate Drev soldiers could publically challenge any rival leader for their position by way of combat. This ritually would generally happen only once or twice a lifetime for the average Drev, and participation was only possible if you were lucky enough for it to fall in the prime of your life.

Neither of her parents had ever participated though they would have been alive as children the last time the gathering was held. Smaller trials of combat were held on a daily basis in Drev society, and though they did not lead to fame and fortune as fast as the gatherings could, they were also far less potentially lethal.

The ritual in itself wasn’t troubling to her exactly, it was the fact that, ALL Drev leaders MUST attend mandatory or lose their right as Drev citizens, lose their respect as warriors, and forfeit their command positions. Of course you could challenge someone to a fight simply to prove your superiority, but that wasn’t guaranteed to happen, and all other options were far worse.

As a Drev leader, she would be required to go, but of course she didn’t worry about that, what worried her was the fact that she had, without thinking, given up her position of command to Adam, and by Drev law, as an adopted member of her tribe, he would be required to participate.

Every time she closed her eyes, she imagined his small, squishy breakable human body collapsing under a Drev beating. Yeah the humans had won the Drev war, and dominated them in combat, but it had been at a terrible price proven by Adam’s missing leg…. The leg she herself had taken from him.

He was a warrior, but he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Just as her thoughts were beginning to wander down that dark path, she felt a familiar weight settle itself onto her back feet standing lightly on the buddy-pegs that had been applied to her armor when she became part of the human crew.

Adam leaned against her shoulder peering at her with a bright casual smile, “Brooding isn’t a good look for you.”

As all Drev could, Sunny saw the world through a four rod spectrum consisting of the visible light spectrum, as called by humans, and the UV light spectrum, used as an auxiliary by the Drev. With their colorful carapace, UV light became an important aspect of beauty on their planet, a fact that many humans would never be able to see. Sunny saw the world in a multitudinous array of color and light.

And just like every other time in her life, Sunny was struck by the human’s unseen beauty. His bright eyes, in her perception, almost glowed with their green intensity shot through with turquoise. Strange patterns and swirls stood out on his skin, detailed stripes that only she could see, that appeared like a constellation across her skin, perceived in her brain as a glittering trail of blue green sparks across the human’s skin.

She frowned craning her neck around to get a better look at him. One gold eye met one green eye, “I just don’t think you understand what you are getting yourself into.”

When the human smiled his teeth glittered with highlights of delicate purple “Contraire my shiny friend.” He patted her arm, “I have actually been planning for this eventuality for a while now.”

Her brows scrunched in surprised confusion, “You have.” Inside her head she tried not to imagine what color his blood would be under the strength of their sun.

He raised an eyebrow, which just barely peeked out from under the edge of his eyepatch “What’s with the note of surprise. You act like I just spend most of my time flying by the seat of my pants.”

That made her laugh, which broke some of her nervous tension, “That’s because you do. You are the LEAST prepared person I know.”

He waved a hand, “Well this time I planned.” He grinned. I have been dying to show you the surprise for ages now.”

“Surprise, what surprise?”

“Shhh, now MUSH, onwards! To the equipment room.” He gripped his arms firmly around her neck, as she trotted away towards the equipment room generally relishing the familiar weight of her first and only battle partner.

Reaching the equipment room, she was surprised to find that the usual stacks of ammunition, and boxes of batteries had been cleared away leaving room for a large open space that was teaming with engineers, both Drev and human.

Commander Vir dropped from her back as they entered and scampered, with his quick human step, across the open floor and towards a glittering metallic behemoth at the center of the room attached to various diagnostic equipment by way of a myriad of spider-webbing cables and tubes. Sunny had to filter out the UV light in order to get a better look at the thing, and image which quickly resolved into the tall figure of a….. Drev? Well not exactly a Drev, but a pretty good approximation of one made entirely from the same materials used to make the Commander’s prosthetic. It had a light titanium skeleton barely seen through a thick, stretchy layer of material approximating skin. Over top of that steel plates had been fitted in to replace armor. Looking at its face, she could see it had a convincing set of false mechanical eyes.

Commander Vir turned a wide grin splitting his face, “What do you think.”

She stood frozen in place staring at the shell, “What is it?” She wondered distantly

Energetically, he leaped up to pat his creation on the elbow, it was pretty small for a Drev, maybe only eight feet tall, but still a good two feet taller than him, “This is tactical exo suit repurposed to look and move like a Drev, though as our lovely Drev tell me, your kin won’t exactly take me seriously if I cannot feel pain, so it’s been completely integrated with a neural link with touch, pressure, and pain sensors in all the appropriate concentrations. It can even see in Ultraviolet as I am told, though how that is going to look is beyond me.”

He motioned her closer, and she walked up to examine the thing, where it stood tall and soulless above her.

The human looked up, his wide, guileless eyes begging for her approval, but she didn’t know how she was supposed to feel just yet.

“See, take a look.” The sea of engineers and consultants parted as the man stepped onto the platform pressing a release sequence on the suit which split open at the midline and moved outwards. The torso, parts of the legs, parts of the upper arms, and the head cracked open to reveal a human shaped hole on the inside. With the help of a few levers, and some convenient handholds, he hoisted himself into the machine and stepped backwards.

His body fit comfortably into the opening, a strange gel like substance suctioning to his body even as the metal casing began closing around him with the soft rattling of multiple latches. The machine powered up with a short of mechanical hiss, and before she knew it, it wasn’t a shell that stood in front of her, but another drev.

It drew itself up against the leads, flexed its legs, and arms, and rotated its head.

“When its eyes opened, she found two very human eyes looking back at her, bright green and glittering. When the mouth opened, it spoke with a very human voice, “What do you think.

Softly, she stepped onto the platform and looked upwards towards the face, so strange, but somehow familiar.

He was taller than her now.

They stood staring at each other for a long time before, “There is one thing….”

***

When they walked out into the Drev sun for the first time standing side by side, she was hit suddenly by the volcanic rush of air she hadn’t felt in over a year. Glancing over, she looked sidelong at her companion. He was a good foot taller than her, with unnaturally green eyes, and a glittering carapace of vibrant green. She wasn’t sure why she chose that color for him…. Perhaps because it had always been her favorite, or maybe it was because naturally it would have been such a rare color, maybe it was that she wanted him to be different.

She had spent the night before alone in the equipment bay gently applying the color to the cold steel. Her own little silent project.

It was a strange sort of feeing on her part, but she felt a melancholy watching him with this new armor. Things were so different when he was a human, their dynamic was different, but the addition of this….. well it changed things.

She found herself glad that this suit was not intended to last.

“Engaging UV operations.” He said from inside the suit.

The eyes flashed rebooted, and then he was back. His head turned in a wide circle confused and dazzled all at once, “Holy Shit! So many….. Colors.” Overwhelmed by the sight before him, he turned his head in a wide circle before stopping to land on her. There was a long pause as the head tilted to look at her more clearly, “Wow…. Sunny, you…. You’re beautiful.”

She was left standing in his tracks as he walked off along the landing strip and towards the distant moss-covered fields.

She caught up with him eventually, “And thanks to me you aren’t terribly hideous.”

An eye turned to look at her sidelong. No matter how much he looked like a Drev, he still moved like a human, lithe quick movements on the balls of his feet, with a grace that openly contrasted the brute force of the average Drev.

“Thanks for that.”

“I mean the suit is a great help, you know coverers up that ugly problem you have.” She motioned wildly with her arm.

“You just motioned to all of me.”

“Yeah, and your point is?”

He nudged her rather aggressively to the side just then knocking her off balance and nearly tripping herself onto the tarmac. He cackled and flexed his arms, “Oh yeah, I think I could get used to this.”

She rubbed her arm, “So now you can be big AND dumb.”

They were still laughing by the time they made it to the edge of the tarmac followed on either side by an entourage of Drev and marines. The Drev who were unwilling to pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity, and the humans who just wanted to see their commander get a righteous ass whooping.

All in good fun of course.

A group figures waited for them at the edge of the field. There was the Drev GA ambassador, with his distinguished silver carapace and towering height. Next to him stood, who sunny assumed to be his battle mate. Her armor glittered a pleasant orange peach, and a thickening about her trunk suggested she carried an unborn Kit within her. Behind them stood other members, of what she could only assume to be, the temporary Drev council. They weren’t exactly functional, or even useful in these particular situations, but they had found in prudent to at least create a figurehead council to demonstrate the illusion of control.

Most Drev tribes refused to work together on principal, and since the council members were a representative of the tribes, they tended to disagree so much that doing anything was out of the question.

Commander Vir stopped before the council. Even in his new armor, the average Drev towered a foot to half a foot over him.

With a sharp hiss, the carapace opened, and the man stepped off onto the stone for the second time in his life.

To the surprise of the council, he then preformed a traditional Drev greeting. Compared to most Drev his vocal range was quite high, but his human voice box managed the sounds well enough that the council understood and glanced between each other in shocked surprise.

“I am Commander Adam Vir of the U.N.S.S Harbinger, protector and envoy of the galactic Assembly and Battle commander to the wandering tribe. My command is loaned to me by Sunny Lumnousdaughter rightful battle commander of the wandering tribe, and we are here by tradition to take up your challenge as obligation demands.”

At the back of the group, one of the Drev gave a snort of derision. He was tall enough, but his carapace was nothing more than a muddied brown giving him a distinctly brutish cast. That had Sunny worried. With a carapace like that, he surely didn’t gain command for his beauty, but his fighting ability, “What right does an outsider have to our traditions.” He had o translation device and spoke only in the Drev native language.

Commander Vir responded, though his accent was poor, and his voice rather broken, “I was rightfully adopted.” He lifted the pant leg to show the Drev prosthetic to the watching crowd, “And if that is not enough, I have bested many of your brethren in battle during the war, and despite losing one of my limbs, I STILL live as a functional warrior, which is more than many of your soldiers can say…. I hear.” He grew quiet then, and Sunny waited with bated breath. It was a gamble, the Drev didn’t feel the same way about the crippled as humans did. What was inspiration to one was a hindrance to another, but eventually the Drev nodded.

“Very well human, you may participate, and you will be shown no mercy.”

At the head of the group, the GA representative stepped forward, “And what is this.” He prodded at the mechanical armor, “Tradition requires that no armor shall be used during the proceedings…. You would ignore our tradition/”

Commander Vir Stepped back into the carapace which closed around him, “To the contrary, Here I can see what you see and feel what you feel. It may look like armor, but as my Drev engineers can attest, I have full access to pain. In that case it is poor excuse for armor. Furthermore, it would hardly add to your honor to rip apart a human. If anything it would prove you a coward for fighting me in unfair combat.”

She had to give him credit, he knew what was important to the Drev, and that shut up their arguments for the time being. Together they walked side by side down a short, mossy trail to where a massive encampment had been made. Unlike humans they required no temporary dwellings, but rather contented themselves with sleeping under the stars their backs to rocks and cuddled into the moss. The important part came by way of a hundred or more circles of dirt and stone cleared completely of moss, which would in turn be used to feed the many mouths that had come to participate.

Even as they watched a good twenty or more duels were already in progress. From what she could tell they were relatively low ranking duels probably between subordinate members of the tribes looking to rise in status by way of combat. The humans watched with great interest as they were lead to their spot to wait, a few of them parked themselves where they could more easily see one of the closer duels, discreetly exchanging credits as they amused themselves with betting on the fights.

Sunny stood with Commander Vir, and together they waited for the real fighting to begin.

***

To her surprise, Sunny found herself first in the ring challenged openly by one of the younger Drev of, what was left, of her old home tribe. Though he was young, he was nearly a foot taller than her, but had a rather unattractive mustard yellow carapace. She felt bad for him, if he couldn’t find glory in combat, there wasn’t likely to be any other way for him to move upwards, but she wasn’t about to give up her hard earned respect for this runt, and quickly pounded him into the dirt. A few of the moves she used were unknown to the Drev, and a Reconciler had to be brought forward to determine if her action was legal. In the end they determined that new fighting styles were acceptable, and she was given the win.

Once upon a time, winning a duel would have been a big deal to her, and despite this being her first formal duel, she felt nothing more than pity for the young Drev carted away in shame.

It was all too easy now.

Fighting had never been easy for her.

As day moved into night, a few of the council members were challenged, but subsequently defeated their subordinates. Sunny fought in two more duels winning easily on the first and more slowly on the second.

After her second fight was when Adam was first challenged. It looked like some new and unchallenged juvenile assuming that the human would be easy to defeat. Sunny worried for the first few minutes that that might be true, a defeat at such a low level would be catastrophic for his reputation.

She shouldn’t have worried though.

Where the Drev had brute force and determination, the human had guile, refined tactics from greater experience, and a greater reason to win. Sunny had never assumed their species capable of such acrobatics, but, Commander Vir put the Drev body through its paces locking the young Drev into a crushing chokehold in under three minutes. If he had wanted, he could have snapped the younger creature’s neck, and was completely in his rights to do so, but it was generally frowned upon to kill a young Drev in a duel, especially if the terms of the duel did not contain a, to the death, clause.

More people were looking him over sizing him up as a true threat now.

Most of the time, he kept himself on the outside of the suit standing next to it and staring down anyone who dared look at him wrong. As a predator, his stare could be pretty intimidating, but she just found in sort of cute. Humans were adorable when they were trying to be intimidating.

There was a soft pad on the stone behind her, and she turned around to find a familiar face.

Moss, a member of the crew, and an old acquaintance of the tribe stood behind her. His handsome green carapace glowed in the sun above, and at over nine feet tall, he posed a strapping figure.

She found herself reminded suddenly of an ashen day, and the feeling of terrible humiliation.

“Sunny.”

“Moss.”

Commander Vir had turned from his position watching the fights, his eyes falling on the conversation. He grew very still head tilted slightly to the side. The invisible constellation over his skin glittered softly.

“What do you need?” She wondered voice stiff but not unkind.

The Handsome head lifted itself high, “I am here to challenge you.”

Everything around her grew suddenly silent. Commander Vir had stood from his seat and watched with wide shining eyes. The other humans stood as well staring onwards at the two of them standing atop the hill, feet resting against the cool stone.

Moss lowered his head, “I challenge you as equals and offer myself as your partner in battle if you can match me in combat.”

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dumbladores · 4 years

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You - Teaser

Summary: Your brother and a girl with whom you’ve become friends with by sharing a home, are your flatmates. But since there was a room left, another person had joined in, and not just anyone, but the very Antoine Griezmann himself, who has decided to go back to university and check out the life he had missed while having a career. I intend to develop your relationship rather slowly (but not too slowly, don't be scared). I intend to have at least one little teasing per chapter, how many chapters there will be, I don't know, depends on your demand and how it develops on its own :)

I'll be posting one chapter at least every two weeks. Make sure you check out my Patreon, where you'll have access to more much sooner. I’m dedicating this to @xratedffbarbiex, who inspired that sudden urge to write, so please make sure to check out her Antoine-series as well.

English isn't my first language, so please have mercy with me.

Besides, I'm always happy about propositions or inspiration, so don't hesitate to contact me.

Cheers, guys, to the great community, we've got here!

Warnings: not yet

Part: 1/ ? Part 2 follows next week on my Patreon

Word count: 1756

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Your brother and a girl with whom you’ve become friends with by sharing a home, were your flatmates. But since there was a room left, another person had joined in, and not just anyone, but the very Antoine Griezmann himself. Footballplayer since he was little, he had to give up his career due to an injury on his left knee. Since he had no family to look after, he had decided to go back to university, doing a little catching up on the life he had missed, as he had been a professional since a very young age.

You had been away when he was to have the “flat interview”, so you didn’t have any saying in the decision, it was anyway a two against one vote, since the others were absolutely enthusiastic about him. Of what you gathered from their statements, it was merely because it was, well, him. But they said he was nice, too. You rolled your eyes at that sentence. It was obvious the two had been taken by either his charm or his indeed very inviting physical features. Nevertheless the three of you made a pact to make every effort you could to make his life in (name of town) as normal as it could be and to trying to include him in as many common student activities there were.

You often had friends over. Cynthia and you already knew a bunch of people since it was your third semester, and (name of your brother) also quickly took part in that circle of friends.

It had been weeks since he moved in and yet it seemed he didn’t settle in easily. In videos you had seen of him, he seemed so playfully and easy to get along. But here he behaved rather shyly. He kept mostly to himself during the daytime, locking himself in his room. You only saw him once in a while in the kitchen and in the living room, where he watched football or basketball on a big flat screen he had bought to share with his flatmates, which made a big impression to the other two, but not so much on you. You weren’t to be bought so simply, especially not by someone who wasn’t paying much attention to other stuff you cared more about - for example looking someone in the eyes.

Of course, you had made a big deal out of that fact. You kept saying to Cynthia, what a prick you thought he was and how cocky he behaved. She just rolled her eyes and sayd you should give him some time.

In fact, your pride was a little tiny part of it. You couldn’t bare the thought he didn’t notice you, didn’t show interest in you. But you never in a thousand years would admit it. So you eagerly researched. You researched everthing about him. Where he was brought up, in which clubs he had played, you even watched interviews with him. He was Frances’ darling. Grizou, as they called him. A symbol, an idol for the country, who didn’t even trust in him when he had started his career. No club had wanted him, so he had to move to Spain when he was 14 years old. You couldn’t believe it. It sounded like he had a whole life behind him, now being only 29, he had experienced more than any other normal person at this age, And yet he hadn’t, as he was willing to go back to university to learn, what he had missed when he was out in this cruel world, that loves you at one moment and rejects you at the other. You watched some interviews with him. In most, in fact, he didn’t look the interviewer in the eyes. Most of them were filmed after a match, so you supposed, you couldn’t demand much of a player that just had run for one and a half hours. You certainly wouldn’t be able anymore to utter anything. In fact, you most certainly would be dead. But no, in other situations it was just the same. Also what he was saying didn’t have any profoundness or depth. Angrily you let go, coming to the conclusion there was nothing interesting in this guy, and particulary nothing interesting for you.

Weeks passed. He had invited your brother to play FIFA on his XBOX in his room, but never talked to you or Cynthia more than necessary. You hadn’t exchanged 10 sentences by the end of one month, and after a while you gave it up. He had a few pals from his classes that came over once in a while, and he even came home very late twice, so you guessed he took part in student social life by his own, being to partys and stuff, probably having made other interesting acquintances. You hadn’t made any effort to get him to notice you in any way, but you just stopped caring.

That’s why you missed that he indeed looked at you one or two times in the kitchen. That he started to look at you when you talked to Cynthia or your brother or other friends you had invited over. In fact, there were many movie nights you hosted since you had this big flat TV and other students couldn’t even afford a proper fridge. Antoine started to laugh at your jokes or when you were doing something silly to amuse the people. He, indeed, started watching you intensely. More intensely than the others.

You only came to notice his stare in exactly that moment you were telling a story a group of people in the kitchen at a movie night. You were preparing popcorn in the microwave and you just made a joke about how you had thought as a kid that popcorn didn’t have anything to do with actual corn and that you had made the discovery only recently, and it had been as if you had entered a whole new dimension in the matrix. You noticed his stare, Antoine was casually leaning at the kitchen counter, one hand in his sweatpants, the other on the beer bottle. Your face instantly turned red, at least that was what you felt - your cheeks caught fire and there was nothing you could do about it. You tried to finish your point and rushed down the story, leaving the rest of the group a little confused by that abrupt ending.

While the others moved to the living room with the popcorn, you poured yourself a large glass of wine and took a deep sip. You had almost made a fool of yourself, just because this handsome and cocky footballplayer had watched you. You had to be more careful with your thoughts. Didn’t you use to say you had standarts? But did your guts have standarts? You knew, your mind wanted someone smart and classy and interesting. So why did your stomach drop like several floors down at the sight of his stare?

“So we’re here drinking on our own, are we?”

You shrinked at the smooth voice behind you and quickly turned, just to see that it belonged to the guy you were thinking of a second ago. As if he knew he had caught you thinking of him, you blushed again.

“Just making sure the wine’s okay”, you managed to answer and, in a manner you thought to be both ironic and casual, you took another sip from your glass.

“Hmm, may I?”, Griezmann said and reached out for your glass. He took a sip, pointed his lips in an hilarious way and swallowed. “Oh, not bad. Not bad at all. I presume it is dated by the time of Louis XIV himself, for it makes the sun shine on your face.”

You snorted with laughter. “Is this a quote from Shakespeare or something or did you just come up with that yourself?”

With a smirk on his perfect face, he handed you back your glass. “Which possibility would make you think higher of me? Probably the quote, as you’re constantly reading. And what’s your subject again? Philosophy?”

“It is”, you admitted. “But I embrace far more an original new thought, because it’s proof of creativity and independance of thought.”

“Really? I thought you dind’t like new things?”

You blinked. “How come you think that lowly of me?”, you asked and took another nervous sip out of your glass, while you intended it to look casually. He couldn’t be implying your aversion against the new TV or even himself? He couldn’t be that observing, could he? Or was it you that were so blind?

He grinned and watched you thoroughly. “I’m sorry. Maybe I drew the wrong conclusion.”

Now you were angry. Stupid boy, thought he could mock you, while in fact he was the ridicule.

“Maybe I’m just taking my time to judge”, you snapped. “And allowing myself to exclude new things from my life, if I regard them as being intrusive and un...conductive.” Without looking at him you walked past him into the living room, where the movie was already on. You squeezed yourself on the sofa next to Cynthia and tried to look at Orson Welles in “The third man”.

So it hadn’t just been you thinking low of Griezmann. It was him thinking low of you. And if he was thinking low of you, and you thinking low of him, that in fact made you a lot lower than him. A correct philosophical conclusion. 100 percent on that test, you congratulated yourself. But logic wasn’t helpful in that moment.

You looked at the entrance to the kitchen, where Griezmann stood leaning against the door frame, his eyes on the screen.

#antoine griezmann imagine #antoine griezmann one shot #antione griezman fanfic #antoine griezmann x reader #antoine griezmann x OC #football imagine

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ibijau · 4 years

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Burn it down AU // on AO3 // extras on AO3

Things do not go as planned in Nightless City. Lan Wangji worries. Nie Huaisang plots.

warning for some violence (canon typical levels I’d say?)

Nightless City had never been Lan Wangji’s favourite place to travel to, but after years of abandonment, it had become truly ghoulish. In certain places, the lingering resentment was so strong it became nearly impossible to breathe. In the bitter wind, Lan Wangji thought he could still hear the shrill notes of Chenqing playing a deadly melody. In every shadow, he half saw the shape of Wei Wuxian, fractured by too many losses, on the verge of shattering beyond repair, taking hundreds down with him.

Lan Wangji could have happily lived to immortality and never set foot again in this cursed city. It must have shown. Several times, Nie Huaisang tried to order him away, saying he was perfectly capable of handling his brother’s body, even if Nie Mingjue really had turned into a fierce corpse and needed to be subdued.

“I’m not much of a cultivator, but even I can take care of a fierce corpse,” he boasted again and again with an empty smile. “Go wait for me in the nearest town, Wangji. It’s a family problem anyway, and I’ve made you help enough already.”

“We’re family,” Lan Wangji said at last, when he grew tired of his husband trying to send him away.

After this, Nie Huaisang grew quiet and stopped insisting that he could do this alone.

It wasn’t until they arrived to the spot marked on the map that Lan Wangji understood where, exactly, his brother-in-law’s remains had been hidden. He felt nauseous at being once more in front of Wen Ruohan’s palace, where the remains of the Wen siblings had been scattered to the winds, Wei Wuxian’s last friends, the last people he had cared about.

The place where the entire cultivation had united together, just as tightly as they had during the Sunshot Campaign, and announced that they had decided who their next enemy would be. The place where Wei Wuxian’s death had been decided, where he had lost what little he still had and snapped over the bloodied corpse of his sister. The place where…

“Hey, stay with me,” Nie Huaisang called to him, grabbing his sleeve and pulling lightly, the way A-Yuan did sometimes. “So, this is the right place, uh? Heavens, it looks even worse than in my memories. Remember that archery contest, at that last conference the Wens held? Damn, I remember the party after, it was so awful. The alcohol was so cheap. Talk about disrespecting your guests! Ah, not that it’d matter to you, of course. I wonder how the tea was?”

“Bad,” Lan Wangji managed to answer, taking one shaky breath after another. “Cheap.”

“I knew it! And the food was awful as well. There was that weird dessert… did you have any of the desserts?”

Lan Wangji dived under more recents memories and tried to remember that conference. It felt a lifetime ago. It was, in a way. They had all been different before the war. Sometimes, it all felt like a dream. And in that dream, he could not remember whether he’d eaten the dreadful desserts Nie Huaisang apparently recalled with such clarity. Thinking about it helped a little, though, forcing him to focus on something other than his last visit to Nightless City.

“No desserts,” he still said, since that seemed likely. He took a deep breath. Now was not the moment to break. He could do that later, when they had recovered Nie Mingue’s body and Nie Huaisang no longer needed his help. “Give me a moment. Then I will see if his soul can be reached.”

“Should I be silent, or keep talking?”

“Hm. Tell me more about the desserts,” Lan Wangji ordered, looking around for a place where he might sit without covering himself in filth.

With Nie Huaisang still clinging to his sleeve, he found a spot at last, not far from where his brother and the other sect leaders had stood to… but no. Lan Wangji pushed away that memory, and forced himself to listen to Nie Huaisang’s graphic description of what he claimed were the worst tanghulu he’d ever eaten in his life. The mindless chatter only stopped when he took out his guqin and played a few notes, bringing him if not peace, then at least clarity.

"I will try Inquiry," he announced.

"You think it will work on Da-ge?"

"No," Lan Wangji admitted, and immediately something crumbled in Nie Huaisang. "There are other spirits lingering here. One might help."

Lan Wangji played the notes that commanded souls to come talk to him. In an instant he found himself surrounded with the screams and rage of all those who had perished in this cursed city. Several ceremonies had been performed to put them to rest, but with so many having died, and in such a violent manner, it had not yet been enough to calm them.

In vain, Lan Wangji tried to call forth the soul of Nie Mingjue. All that brought him was a dissonant mass of spirits trying to seize his guqin, either praising or cursing his brother-in-law for his actions in Nightless City. Lan Wangji played a few more notes to calm them before trying a different question. Had they seen Jin Guangyao come to this place in the past year?

Less spirits rushed to him this time, and Lan Wangji was able to select the strongest one among them to answer, one single word.

Yes.

The spirit, a fallen Nie disciple, had trained alongside Jin Guangyao during his time in Qinghe Nie and thus knew him very well. He had no doubt that it was him, having caught a glimpse of his face. After further interrogation, it revealed that Jin Guangyao had come there to bury something, and it was able to give the precise location, hidden under a large paving stone. Lan Wangji thanked the spirit, promised to see what could be done about another calming ceremony, and turned to his husband to share the news.

"Let me guess, he hid Da-ge's body under the spot where they took the oath, didn't he?"

"Hm."

"Theatrical bastard," Nie Huaisang hissed. "Wangji, if you want, I'll handle the rest alone. I can manage."

Lan Wangji shook his head.

"A fierce corpse is not a person. What we find might attack you."

"But still…"

"I won't let A-Yuan be orphaned again."

That cut short to all of Nie Huaisang’s protests, as Lan Wangji expected it would.

Together, and with both of them equally uneasy though for different reasons, they went to the spot indicated by the spirit. It was barely visible if one did not look for it, but among the paving stones there was one that appeared to have been unsealed.

Without saying it, Lan Wangji knew that Nie Huaisang and him were thinking the same thing: that stone did not look large enough to cover a body, let alone that of a man as tall as Nie Mingjue. Still they knelt on the ground and got to work, carefully lifting the stone, then digging the soil under until they found a box.

That box itself was nothing special. It was made of black wood and carried no particular mark. And yet powerful dark energies surrounded it, barely contained by a great number of peculiar talismans drawn in blood.

"I've never seen those talismans before," Nie Huaisang commented in a weak voice, clearly trying to ignore the more glaring issue. That box that was little more than the length of Lan Wangji's arm.

"I have," Lan Wangji announced, though he could not quite remember where he might have seen them. "It will come to me."

Nie Huaisang nodded weakly. He brought one hand toward the box, as if to brush his fingers against the wood, but stopped short of touching it.

"Wangji… That box… It's really too small, isn't it?" he whispered. “Do you think… do you think he cremated him?”

“Hm.”

It was a likely possibility. It would have eliminated any traces of the crime, and made it far more difficult to summon Nie Mingjue’s soul to testify regarding his own death.

It would definitely have required an accomplice though, because the fierce corpse of such a man would not have allowed itself to be destroyed so easily, and Jin Guangyao’s cultivation was what it was. Besides, the talismans on the box did not look like ordinary ones. There were few methods that called for the characters to be drawn in blood, and currently the most famous one was Wei Wuxian’s demonic path. Considering that Lanling Jin had been the one to get its hands on most of Wei Wuxian’s notes, that they had infamously hired a person such as Xue Yang to make sense of those…

“That talisman, isn’t it different from the others?” Nie Huaisang suddenly pointed out. “Look, it has one stroke less than the others.”

Before Lan Wangji could stop him, Nie Huaisang reached for the faulty talisman. As soon as he touched the paper it consumed itself, allowing an intense burst of resentful energy to be released from the box. Nie Huaisang cried out in surprise or pain, while Lan Wangji, acting on sheer instinct, jumped to his feet and drew his sword. Before Bichen was fully out of its sheath, the box’s lid was shattered as a lone arm burst out of its confinement.

In the split second it took Lan Wangji to comprehend what was happening, the arm launched itself at Nie Huaisang’s throat since he was closest, and alternated between trying to strangle him and clawing at his skin. It did not stop its assault until Lan Wangji slashed at it with his sword, distracting it from its victim. For a moment the arm, as if enraged, tried to attack Lan Wangji, blindly clawing in his direction and narrowly avoiding being cut to pieces by Bichen. Quickly though, it lost interest in that fight. Twice Lan Wangji managed to stop it, but in the end the arm avoided his attacks and returned to assault Nie Huaisang who was still kneeling on the ground, trying to stop the gashes on his throat from bleeding out.

Nie Huaisang screamed in terror and pain when that ghoulish arm seized his own, digging its claws into his flesh.

The arm was not merely tearing at him now, but instead dug its fingers into the skin of Nie Huaisang as if it sought to get under it. With each passing second, the poor man fought a little more weakly, his skin growing paler until Lan Wangji took his guqin again and hurriedly played a song to calm the arm. It took effort, and a few tries, but after a few minutes he managed to pacify the arm. It fell to the ground, as did Nie Huaisang, pale and whimpering in pain but still alive.

Keeping an eye on the now immobile arm, Lan Wangji hurried to Nie Huaisang’s side and used every bit of spiritual energy he could spare to stop the bleeding. Even when he was done, Nie Huaisang would not stop trembling and crying.

When his eyes fell on the arm, he screamed in rage and horror, the noises resonating in those vast, empty spaces.

“I have to get him back,” Nie Huaisang hissed in a broken voice when he calmed down. “And then I’m killing every single Jin in Lanling.”

“You won’t.”

“I certainly want to! They butchered him! No, not even butchered,” He corrected with a hysterical laugh. “Butchering, that calls for skill. I could cut a body better than that and I will when I get my hands on Guangyao! I’ll dig up his mother and father and show him how it’s done, I will...”

“Huaisang, calm down.”

“My brother! They took my brother and did this to him, and you want me to calm down? If it were Xichen, if it were A-Yuan, would you be calm? I’ll make them pay! Every single one of them, I’ll make them pay!”

Unsure what to do when faced with such desperate rage, Lan Wangji forced himself to put a hand on his husband’s shoulder, hoping to provide some comfort. His hand was slapped away. Nie Huaisang had too little strength left at the moment for it to sting, but the message was clear. Comfort, for now, was not welcome.

Instead, Lan Wangji turned his attention back to the box and, having seen its content, he realised where he had seen those talismans before. They were eerily similar to those Wei Wuxian had used to contain Wen Ning before his conscience was returned to him. They were not quite as neat as the ones he had seen during his brief visit to the Burial Mounds, and if anything, they seemed to have been traced by someone who had only the vaguest idea of the proper way to write characters, but they were still the same ones.

“Demonic cultivation,” he announced to Nie Huaisang, hoping to distract him from his rage. “To contain and conceal.”

Nie Huaisang did not answer, his eyes fixed on the arm. He reached out for it and, with some hesitation, picked it up to hold it against his chest, cradling it as if it were a child.

“We can try the spell again,” Lan Wangji offered. “We might find the rest of him. Even if we do not, this is proof something evil was done to him.”

“He got rid of Xue Yang,” Nie Huaisang mumbled, tightening his hold on his brother’s arm.

“Hm?”

“Guangyao. He got rid of Xue Yang. You say this is demonic cultivation, and Xue Yang was the only person they’d found who was able to make sense of Wei Wuxian’s work. He wasn’t purging his sect and starting anew, he was getting rid of witnesses.”

“It is still proof.”

Nie Huaisang laughed. “Proof of what? The spell we used to find it is a secret Nie technique, it’d be easy to say we lied about its effects, or that I tricked you and used you for my nefarious plans. This arm could be anyone’s. I know it is my brother’s, I know it, but it’ll be my word against Guangyao’s. People don’t like him, but I think they like me even less.”

An unfair statement, in Lan Wangji’s opinion. Lan Xichen believed and trusted them. Jiang Wanying probably had more sympathy for and trust in Nie Huaisang than in his brother-in-law’s half brother who had just usurped his nephew’s inheritance. The older Madam Jin might share that sentiment.

But all that, of course, was on a personal level. Lan Wangji was starting to accept that natural inclination, and things as unquantifiable as honesty and truth, did not matter as much as his sect’s rules had led him to believe.

“We find the rest of his body,” Lan Wangji insisted. “When we are away from this place, I will try Inquiry again. We will find proof.”

Nie Huaisang appeared unconvinced by that promise, for which Lan Wangji could not blame him. After a shock such as this, hope would have been difficult to muster even for a man not already as close to despair as Nie Huaisang was.

They left Nightless City after carefully replacing the paving stone where it belonged and taking great pains to hide that it had been moved. The box they took with them, so they could inspect it later at their leisure to look for clues. The arm, of course, came as well.

It took Lan Wangji great efforts to persuade Nie Huaisang to put the arm back in its box, and to put that box in a qiankun bag so it would be easier to transport. Even then, Nie Huaisang insisted to be the one to carry it, clinging to it as tightly as he had done with the arm itself.

Nie Huaisang did not speak on their way out of the city. He did not speak when they stopped for the night at a small, struggling inn that still survived on the outskirts of Nightless City. He did not speak when Lan Wangji used the different Nie spells he had been taught in a fruitless attempt to locate the rest of the body. The rest of Nie Mingjue must have been better sealed. If not for that mistake with one of the talismans, it was likely that they would never have found even this much.

As promised, Lan Wangji attempted to play Inquiry for the arm. It was all in vain, and Nie Huaisang remained eerily silent. The only sound he made all evening happened when the arm, which had stood perfectly still so far, started moving its fingers of its own accord and appeared to point in his direction. Nie Huaisang cried out and nearly fell down in fear, but before anything could happen Lan Wangji quickly calmed the arm once more, this time putting more power into it so that hopefully it would not trouble them again until the next evening.

When Nie Huaisang went to bed, he took with him the qiankun bag, as if scared that someone might take his brother from him again. In the morning, he looked somehow more tired than when he had gone to sleep, and remained uncharacteristically quiet.

That silence remained as they made their way to the Cloud Recesses where they needed to see Lan Xichen and announce that their plan was not going quite as smoothly as they had all expected. It was unsettling to see Nie Huaisang so quiet when Lan Wangji had never known him as anything but loud and animated both at the heights of his joy and in the depths of his pain. And yet, Lan Wangji did not know how to comfort his friend. All he could do was offer his presence, and be ready to help, should it be asked.

When they arrived in the Cloud Recesses, their first stop was to pick up their son. There was no shyness this time, but a lot of tears as A-Yuan left Hou Tianjian's side and ran into his father’s arms. He wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck nearly tight enough to choke him. It was good, after those difficult weeks, to be home and have his son with him again. Nightless City had reminded him bitterly of his errors, but at least A-Yuan was proof that he had not entirely failed Wei Wuxian.

When A-Yuan noticed that Nie Huaisang was there as well, he made it clear that he wanted to be in the other man’s arms now. Nie Huaisang indulged him but made a great show of complaining and lamenting that the little boy was starting to get too heavy for him. A-Yuan appeared very amused by those protests, but grew serious when his eyes fell on Nie Huaisang’s neck where he still bore marks of the arm's attack.

“Nie-ge is hurt?”

Nie Huaisang laughed awkwardly, and balanced A-Yuan against his hip so he could free one hand and pull his collar tighter against his skin.

“That's nothing,” he said with a too wide smile. “Your Nie-ge is clumsy and fell into some bushes. Let's not talk about it, right? It's very embarrassing for poor Nie-ge.”

“Does it hurt?” A-Yuan insisted, reaching out towards some of the scabs that couldn't quite be covered by the fabric. Nie Huaisang grasped his wrist and stopped him before he could touch.

“The worst wound is to my pride,” he replied with false assurance. “A-Yuan, I love you but you're too heavy. Go back with your dad now.”

“Nie-ge looks tired,” A-Yuan commented as he was handed back to Lan Wangji. “Did Nie-ge and Father work a lot?”

What little cheerfulness Nie Huaisang had managed to muster thus far appeared on the verge of collapsing, and so Lan Wangji took it upon himself to come to his rescue.

“We were busy,” he explained. “We flew from very far and for many days. It can be tiring.”

None of it was a lie, even if it was far from the entire truth. It seemed to satisfy A-Yuan who even took it as his chance to ask whether he too would soon learn to fly on his sword. Lan Wangji thanked Hou Tianjian for her help, gave in to her request that Lan Jingyi come play in the Jingshi someday, and then the three of them left together. The rest of the day passed not unpleasantly, with A-Yuan detailing everything he had done since Lan Wangji had last seen him. It was painful to know that he had missed several weeks of his son's life, but A-Yuan did not appear to resent his absence too much this time. Somehow, that made it worse, as if the child had just grown to accept that it was normal for him to be left behind.

As the bell of curfew rang, there was a knock on the Jingshi's door. Lan Wangji, after checking that A-Yuan had truly fallen asleep, went to welcome his visitor. It was no surprise to find his brother on his doorstep. In truth, they probably should have gone to see him as soon as they had arrived in Cloud Recesses, but without ever saying it, Nie Huaisang and Lan Wangji had agreed that being with A-Yuan was more important. Their quest had met little success, but their son needed to know they hadn't abandoned him.

Lan Xichen took one look at the both of them, and his face hardened.

“I gather that things did not go as we had hoped?”

Nie Huaisang, who had been sitting at the table, a fan in one hand and a book in the other, flinched at the question. He dropped the book and immediately grasped to the qiakun bag that he still refused to be parted from, except for when Lan Wangji was forced to calm the resentful arm it contained.

“The situation is more complicated than expected,” Lan Wangji stated, inviting his brother to sit before launching himself into a short explanation of what had happened, wanting to spare Nie Huaisang from having to recount those events. Even just hearing an account of what had happened seemed nearly too much for his husband who grew paler and more closed off as the explanation reached its end.

Lan Xichen hardly fared any better.

“I cannot believe Jin Guangyao would go so far,” he whispered in a trembling voice. “Doing something so horrific to a man he once called his brother...”

Sitting next to him, Lan Wangji patted his brother's shoulder. After days of dealing with Nie Huaisang's worsening mood, it was almost shocking when the comforting gesture was not rejected.

“Maybe we can act even with this alone,” Lan Xichen suggested with a sigh. “It is not the strongest case we could be making, but...”

“I am not taking risks,” Nie Huaisang hissed, grasping his fan tightly. “This isn't enough proof. I cannot... I will not take the risk of accusing him now. He'll just find some new lies to throw around and look for ways to destroy the rest of Da-ge's body and then he'll have won. I can let him gloat a little longer with his perfect sect, his perfect wife and his perfect son. I'm patient. I'll find my brother's body, and that will be proof, and then nothing will stop me from avenging Da-ge.”

“Huaisang, it might take a long time,” Lan Xichen objected. “And you will have to interact with him frequently. Can you manage that?”

“Of course. Er-ge should know better than anyone that I'm quite good at not showing when things affect me.”

There was something nearly cruel to Nie Huaisang's smile as he said that, and he appeared to enjoy the way Lan Xichen tensed at the veiled accusation.

“We must use that other corpse finding spell,” Lan Wangji intervened to ease the tension and get them back on track. “If Huaisang is willing to teach me, I will go to Qinghe with A-Yuan and...”

“That won't be necessary,” Nie Huaisang cut him. “Not yet, anyway. That last spell is... cumbersome, it requires a lot of preparation and certain... elements to be gathered.” He snickered. “Actually, that spell is almost outright demonic cultivation, if I'm honest. I'd rather you not be there as I get it started, although I will need your high cultivation to really get it going when the time comes. But until then, I'd prefer if you stayed in the Cloud Recesses. It's A-Yuan's home, and yours as well.”

“You should not be left alone,” Lan Wangji objected.

Nie Huaisang shrugged, but did not try to deny that statement. That only served to worry Lan Wangji even further and judging by the look on his face, Lan Xichen felt similarly.

“Huaisang, we are on your side,” he said softly, reaching out to take his brother-in-law's hand. “Let us help you.”

Lan Xichen's hand was slapped away.

“This isn't your problem. Da-ge was my brother, my family, my responsibility,” Nie Huaisang snapped, before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to smile as he fanned himself. “I hope that didn't sound ungrateful. I am so, so thankful for your help, especially Wangji. But I have asked so much already, and this spell... it really is too much, considering Lan rules. I'd rather not bother you with the details, since they would displease you. Honestly, they displease me as well, and I know Da-ge disliked this spell, as did our father. But sometimes, there is no choice, is there?” Nie Huaisang chuckled lightly, his smile turning vicious again. “It's not like I can grab San-ge or Xue Yang and shake them until they tell me what they did to my brother.”

“Some of the purged demonic cultivators have been exiled, not killed,” Lan Xichen remarked. “Perhaps one of them might know something. Mo Xuanyu lives not far from Gusu, I could visit him.”

Nie Huaisang appeared to give that idea some thought, his fan stilling in his hand.

“Anyone who knew anything useful will have been killed,” he eventually remarked, hiding behind his fan. “And San-ge always said Mo Xuanyu was an idiot, so I'd be surprised if he had really dealt with any demonic cultivation. More likely, it's just a convenient excuse to get rid of another candidate to leadership of Lanling Jin. I'm ready to bet that stupid kid has been accused of every crime under the sun in Carp Tower. It is useless for Er-ge to go meet him, he will not have anything interesting to tell us. No, the spell is our only chance. It will find Da-ge... in time.”

Lan Xichen nodded, but appeared disappointed that his attempt to help had been so quickly rejected. Considering how little else he could do due to his position and the guilt he held regarding his part in the murder, Lan Wangji imagined his brother would have been glad to do anything to help in any way. Ultimately though, Nie Huaisang was right: Nie Mingjue had been his brother, and it was his duty to avenge him. They could offer their help, but he had to accept it.

Besides, although Lan Wangji was asked to continue living in the Cloud Recesses, so far Nie Huaisang had said nothing against visiting Qinghe. Even if he later objected to the idea, Lan Wangji would simply ignore him and go anyway. A-Yuan would surely start missing his Nie-ge too much otherwise, and Nie Huaisang loved the boy so much that he would not be able to protest once they were there.

Lan Wangji had made mistakes in the past, but he would not allow another friend of his to self destroy in the name of righteousness.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #lan wangji #mo dao zu shi #burn it down au #jau writes #this is another long chapter oops #but hey on the plus side we're definitely getting closer to wwx's return #which all things considered is only mildly to be counted as good news

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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You use such great gifs for Feel Good Kind of Love, I love it. What about y/n first showing with the baby and Ethan being like... emotional? And sentimental that all of his dreams have come true? And they have slow passionate sex? Like they just wanna show their love and connection to each other all the time now that she's pregnant and admitted her love for him.

Feel good kind of love - Series Masterlist

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Warnings: SMUT

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Catching their breath, Ethan and Y/N fell back into the mattress, giggling like children.

"Is it me or is this getting better every time we do it." Ethan wondered, turning to his side to get a better view of his very beautiful, very naked and very pregnant girl.

"Probably. Doesn't mean you should get cocky, big guy." She chuckled as he raised his eyebrow suggestively, rolling her eyes as he leans in, blowing a raspberry into her neck, coaxing a giggle like scream, making her turn into his chest. She slaps him playfully, nibbling softly on his nipple as a threat.

"For God's sake woman, don't even joke about that!" Ethan panicked, his hand settling on her hip, sliding down and squeezing her bum.

"Fine." She shrugged innocently, turning onto her back, sliding his hand onto her stomach in the process.

"You're showing." Ethan whispers, as if he's scared talking loudly will scare away the tiny bump he had noticed and while no one else might, he knew her body better than his own. He knew that was a small bump, no longer just an idea of a baby inside, rather a permanent reality check.

Hiding her face in her hands, Y/N groaned, disgruntled with the changes to her body. She knew they weren't being extremely careful since night one, because no one truly used condoms if the other one had a recent paper of their STD results and they both did that night, so they risked it. And yeah, she was on the pill but its clearly stated that's not as effective as everyone thinks. And yeah, he had cum inside her at least three times a day ever since and she loved it, but she never once thought it might end up like this.

She was still scared, hating change with all her heart and she was most definitely not prepared for what this will do to her body, even if she knew he would be there to hold her hand through it all.

"I'm gonna get so fucking fat and you'll look at me and think I'm a whale and we won't be having sex cause you'll hate my body." She trembled, trying to keep her hands in place as Ethan pushed then down.

"Hey, hey, hey. You're beautiful, inside out and you're carrying my child. Y/N, I'd love you no matter what, but for the record, bigger you get, hotter you'll be because that will be a true testament to your love for me. I fucking love everything about you and if there's a little more to love, I say bring it. More for me to kiss." Ethan smiled, pressing his lips down on hers, a little too intensely for her to be oblivious to where this is leading.

He slid his hand lower down her stomach, his fingertips dancing along her hip bone and toward her aching clit, already tending to her need as she giggled into his kiss.

"You know I'm tick-aah-ticklish", she reminded him of a very well known fact he had always taken advantage of.

Her jaw slacked, opening to give way for a gasp, her thighs twitching as her toes curled and her hand had gotten lost in his hair, gripping a little too roughly - just as he liked it.

Dipping his head into her neck, Ethan trailed kissed down the soft skin, onto her collarbone, chuckling when she pulls him up by the hair, needy and aggressive as she always is when she thinks he might tease her.

"Problem, sweet cheeks?" Ethan smirked, halting his movements over her clit as well, the little infinity sign he liked to use to get her to her high now a missing link in her quivering need.

"I'm carrying your child and I'm horny. Stop teasing and make love to me." She wasn't as demanding as her words seemed to be, rather sweet and loving, something unusual for the wild part of the pair.

"Make love?" Ethan felt his heart swell, because that's the first she's ever referred sex as making love. She had always told him to fuck her until she can't think or to make sure she can't walk the next day, but now? She wanted him to make love to her and damn it, he had felt like this was one of those moments - one of those moments that end up ingrained in your memory and when he looks back on his life, it would always be the night he'd revisit.

Instead of speaking, she nodded, pressing her lips together nervously, seeing him grin.

Ethan leaned in, brushing his nose against hers, resuming his position over her, using his knee to spread her thighs apart - slowly as his eyes drowned in the galaxies of her beautiful orbs.

The head of his cock unintentionally nudged her entrance as he made himself comfortable, making her shiver as she draped her arms over his shoulders.

Taking the base of his cock in one hand, drawing in a sharp breath, he carefully pushed into her, her slick folds parting in order to easily accommodate his generous girth and length. It had been less than an hour since she felt him inside her, but she missed it already, feeling the fullness of him right in her belly, along with which always came an incredible sort of warmth that she could never quite explain to anyone, not even herself. She missed the throbbing vein that runs down the left side of his cock, the almost unnoticeable curve in his shaft. She missed him in every possible way and judging by the way he closed his eyes momentarily, his forehead falling onto hers, she guessed he missed her too.

Ethan let out a low groan as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers. She craned her neck to kiss the underside of his jaw lightly, a moan escaping her as he drew back his hips.

"You good?" He asked, already feeling his heart speed up.

"Never better." She chuckled, pressing her nails into the base of his neck.

His pace is slow, almost lazy, true to his word he'd make love to her. He brushed away tendrils of hair that covered her eyes, his fingertips dancing across her cheek.

“Right there!” He angled his pelvis in such a way that he nudged a particularly soft spot inside that had her gripping the sheets desperately with one hand while she subconsciously spread her legs further apart, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

His speed increased a little, the hand that wasn’t on her clit finding her own, intertwining his fingers with hers. Her hands find solace in his hair, fingers lacing with the curl of his locks. Through slow kisses, she can be heard humming, “Mm, faster, please.”

He presses the pad of his thumb against her clothed core, feels just how warm and sticky she is for him, and rubs small circles against her clit. Her teeth immediately sink into her lower lip but she watches him with hooded eyes, anticipating his every move.

She whimpers his name, sounding so heavenly and sweet, shaking with the overwhelming burning sensation that makes her dizzy. He takes over where she can’t, rolling his hips up into hers. He seems to hit a spot in her that causes an immediate reaction, like a spark exploding at her core, because she squeals suddenly and accidentally sinks her teeth a little harshly into his shoulder. He hisses at the pain, though it’s not something foreign to him during times like these, rather unexpected.

Ethan can hear her giggle tiredly, the sound a bit muffled when she cries out once more. It doesn’t take much longer after that for her to start clenching around him, in just the right way that he knew would soon follow with an orgasm.

He strokes her hair so lovingly as he rides her a little recklessly, picking up his pace with each passing second.

When she cums, the feeling completely washes over her, like fire spreading in her veins, warming her entire body. He holds her close to his chest as she writhes with pleasures, her walls clenching around his cock. Soon after she’s calmed down from her release, she watched with tender exhaustion as he forgoes the gentle pace and fucks her a little tiredly, a little messy. She’s just beginning to wince at the feeling of oversensitivity when he reaches his high. He grunts and groans, spilling into her, and then, with his hips slammed against hers, grinds leisurely to ride out their highs, bringing her to the brink of tears of pure pleasure.

"Three times under an hour." She giggles. "We might be a bit addicted."

Ethan moves to pull out when her legs, still wrapped around him, increase the pressure to keep him put.

"Wanna feel you close a little longer." She smiles, noticing actual tears in his eyes as he kisses her again.

"You might be addicted to vitamin E." He whispers lowly in her ear, nuzzling into her neck before flipping them over, setting her onto him.

"Guess so. Whatever, can't get pregnant twice at the same time."

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The Sun’s Not the Only Thing That Burns//Kiribaku

Kirishima invites Bakugou to take a walk on the beach, but forgets to put on sunscreen. Insert extra strength aloe vera and a hot headed Kacchan to the rescue!

He quickly rapped his knuckles against the firm wooden door, not once-not twice-but three times, wanting to make sure the person on the other side heard it. Kirishima was nervous to say the least, clearing his schedule for the day to hang out with Bakugou had wracked his mind (as well as his heart but he wouldn’t believe that). He’d only ever hung out with the guy during classes-when he tutored him-and some small time outside of UA before they moved into the dorms, when they would walk home together. The more time spent together, the more Kirishima wanted to learn more about the moody blonde, and what exactly his deal with Midoriya was-but he assumed he wouldn’t get that far today.

The dorms were full of life as the rest of his friends were getting ready to go places, excited that they finally had a free day to relax after their intense training and sparring against each other. Kaminari, Sero and Mina were supposedly hitting the town, inviting Kirishima as well but smirked knowingly when he told them his plans.

“Just be careful! I hope you know what you’re doing.” Mina jokingly warned, dressed down in jean shorts and a white tank top, brushing his shoulder as she walked passed him. Kirishima rolled his eyes, clenching his fists as he heard the muffled sound of footsteps getting quicker as they approached the door.

“Oi! What d’you want?” A very tired Bakugou popped open the door, normally fuzzy hair spiked around in weird angles. So this is what bedhead Katsuki looks like...cute.

Bakugou was glaring straight at him, eyebrows furrowed as he waited for an answer. “Oh! Morning sleeping beauty.” Kiri joked, rubbing his calloused fingers against his neck in a anxious manner.

Katsuki narrowed his crimson eyes at him, and if Kirishima stared hard enough he swore he saw faint pink marks flushing his cheeks, maybe from the remark of him being a sleeping beauty? Whatever was the cause, the sight made his heart soar. “What do ya want?” He yawned, rubbing one of his still narrowed eyes.

Kirishima pouted at him, he could’ve sworn he asked Bakugou about his plans yesterday and the latter had agreed to come along. “Ah, well remember what I said yesterday? About...the beach?” He mused, watching as a look of realization dawned upon Bakugou’s face, his eyes returning back to their normal state of scowling.

His eyes darted down Kirishima’s figure, noticing his bright red swim shorts and plain white t-shirt, and scowling even more-maybe in disgust- at his also bright red crocs. Kiri felt slightly self-conscious underneath his gaze and crossed his arms in front of him, pursing his lips while waiting for Bakugou to answer.

The blonde slapped his large hand on his cheek and mumbled out something that sounded like “give me a second” while turning on his heel and walking inwards more into his room, leaving his door open. Kirishima stood in the same spot, staring into the darkness of Katsuki’s room like a deer caught in headlights.

“Eh, Katsuki?” Kirishima called out, slowly creeping into the dark room, crocs squeaking with every step that he took.

“What, Shitty-Hair?”

Kiri flinched as he looked around the dimly lit room, searching for the source of his voice. He found Katsuki hunched over, stuffing what looked like a plastic bottle of water and a bundled pair of socks into his black backpack. As he stood up, swinging the backpack over his shoulders, Kirishima noted that he wore different clothes than what he saw him wearing only a little while ago.

Black swim trunks with red streaks across it and a black sleeveless hoodie, and if Bakugou moved to the side enough he could see the slight shape of his nipple, which if Kirishima thought about it for too long, made his face burst into colors. Luckily the room was so dark.

He felt a shoulder breeze past him and looked backwards as the blonde stood by the door, staring back at the red-head. “Well?” He asked, red eyes staring a little more softly into Kiri’s own red ones.

Kirishima cocked his head, but the realization suddenly flooded him and his toothy grin made its way onto his face. “Let’s go then!” He ran to keep up with Bakugou.

The beach wasn’t as crowded as it would’ve been on the weekends, but the vendors that sold various food and drinks were still on the boardwalk, greeting the two UA students as they walked by.

“S’fuckin annoying.” Katsuki mumbled, fists stuffed in his hoodie pockets as they walked down onto the actual beach, the sun’s rays beaming down on them, giving Kirishima a painfully tingly sensation but he put it off for now.

“Aww, it’s not so bad! They like us!” Kirishima cheerfully exclaimed, watching as the scowl on Katsuki’s face only deepened.

“Tch.” Was all that came out of his mouth as he stopped walking, staring out at the open sea. Kirishima stopped walking as well, looking back at the blonde as a strong wind wrapped around them both, rustling their hair.

The wind ruffled Bakugou’s hair more as his had less gel in it to get more spikey, and he huffed out a breath of frustration as he raked his fingers through his blonde locks, trying desperately to get it sort of neat. Neater than it was before. Kirishima laughed at the scene in front of him, wiggling one of his feet out of the crocs and digging his toe into the sand.

“Y’know, your crocs are fucking horrible.” Katsuki muttered, jabbing his own feet into the sole of the shoes.

The outburst made Kirishima laugh, moving his hand son that he could scratch a spot below his back that started to get really itchy all of a sudden.

But not the kind of itch that when you scratched it was pleasurable to get rid of. No, the kind of itch that...that burned.

“Ack!” He moved his hand away suddenly, the reaction causing Katsuki to move his head quickly to look at him. “The fuck was that?” He yelled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I don’t...I don’t know.” Kirishima answered truthfully, carefully picking at the burning spot again, getting the same reaction though.

“Holy shit dude.” Katsuki muttered, moving so that he could take a look at Kiri’s back, “You’re red as fuck!” He touched the back of his neck, which was also red and also extremely painful.

“Didn’t you put sunscreen on, dumbfuck?”

“Ah,” Did he? Now that he thought about it, he doesn’t remember if he ever bought sunscreen to keep in his dorms. “No...?” He answered, which trailed off to sound more like a question, which he mentally face-palmed himself for.

“Fuckin hell.” Suddenly a hand brought him back from his thoughts as Katsuki’s own rough hands clasped his own, and Bakugou dragged him along, his feet stomping in the sand. Kirishima walked in a daze, his hand tingling under the others sweaty palm.

“Eh, sorry?” Kirishima chuckled nervously, trying to make the red on his face seem like it was from the sun.

They stopped suddenly and Kiri realized that they had stopped under a spot of shade, from one of the vendor umbrellas and Katsuki violently almost pushed him underneath to sit down. “Ouch.” Kiri joked, staring up at Bakugou as the latter shrugged his backpack off and crouched down to sit directly in front of him.

“Take off your shirt.” He mumbled, casually saying so as he zipped open his bag and reached inside, searching around for something.

Kirishima felt his cheeks flush furiously, and stammered as he nervously fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt. “W-what?”

“Just take it off so I can put this on it, Shitty-Hair.” Bakugou held in from of his a smaller plastic bottle, filled with greenish-clear gel. Aloe vera. Kirishima grimaced before pulling up the t-shirt over his head, wincing as the fabric brushed against the burns.

He knew how much aloe vera stinged, especially if you put it on a sunburn. Kirishima shuffled around awkwardly so that his back was in front of Bakugou and braced himself for rough hands pressing harshly against the burns.

Instead, however, he was met with gentle fingertips, lightly pressing against the mark and rubbing over the area. He shivered when his skin made contact with the cold gel, and also shivered at the fact that Bakugou Katsuki, mister I-don’t-like-any-physical-contact was touching him.

“Should’ve worn sunscreen, Hair-for-Brains.” Bakugou spoke, talking so lightly that Kirishima had to strain his ears to hear him.

“Aw, but then I wouldn’t have you taking care of me!” He smiled brightly even though he doubted that the other could see him.

“Sh-shut up!” Bakugou yelled, stuttering ever so slightly but still, he stuttered.

Kirishima turned around a little so that he could see his face, which was flushing a pretty pink. His eyes adverted from Kirishima’s gaze but it didn’t matter if he could still see him.

“Ow! Be careful!” Kirishima yelped suddenly, when Bakugou pressed too hard on his damaged skin.

“Then stop moving dammit!”

Kiri pouted before turning around once more, fully facing Bakugou. He stopped moving his hand, narrowing his eyes up at him, aware that he was acting suspicious.

He drew in a quick breath before ducking down and pressing a quick chaste kiss to the tip of Bakugou’s nose, drawing back up quickly before the the other could say or do anything.

As he opened his eyes once more, he took in the sight of blushing Bakugou, mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes cast downwards as if he was internally trying to figure out what had happened.

Meanwhile Kiri turned back around, hiding his flushed face between his hands, worried that he had possibly, maybe, just completely fucked up whatever friendship he had had with Bakugou, until he felt again fragile fingertips, hesitant in touching his skin once again, but kept continuing the actions of sliding the cool gel across Kiri’s burned areas.

Kiri’s skin was not the only thing burning in that moment, and he smiled to himself stupidly as he felt chapped lips press down a quick peck to the back of his neck.

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