#but lord.......held back by the scruff of the neck. if i could do things more easily imagine the material

[unproduciblesmackdown]

when i make the gtmpota whodunit? video.....then

#posts made by people who haven't started working on it at all but intend to really get serious about that when it's officially september.... #which are also posts made by people w/the autistique inertia; the adhd exec dysfunction; the perfectionism avoidance... #the Very Slow Artists even when they do get going and can't Just draw quickly / without editing much #the people who don't really picture faces or voices for characters & are shit at making things up like say a character design.... #still like oh jeez how do i even throw together like various inspirations into any solid enough idea of how to draw brooke #then head in hands when i remember tina's also in that scene technically & it Would be funnier to include her #she doesn't even have Any appearance description from the book to be a helpful little detail like e.g. brooke's glasses; zeke's freckles.... #so help me god i'll make this quasimatic which also i'd probably be putting together via windows media maker lmfao #but lord.......held back by the scruff of the neck. if i could do things more easily imagine the material #however. it is me being me doing the things the way i do that creates all the preexisting material & leads to me wanting to make this one #now one of the less Relatively niche things i could post about but still like. whom else is raring to make the whodunit sequence #imagine if a year out almost someone did though lol. like well....two cakes #speaking of niche but not i was seeing some reddit post the other day about like marble hornets lore of yore like yeah lol... #being informally around for this as ppl in the replies are like ''well all i have is the vaguest speculation'' #like well me too i guess but a little less vague and a little more informed. anyways

[thethirdromana]

so I decided to fix today's Beetle Weekly

(on AO3 here because why the hell not)

An Interlude with Edwards

It is rare that I disobey the direct wishes of my master, Sydney Atherton – and especially not his wish that I avoid entering his laboratory. I don’t know what disturbing matters he toys with there, and nor do I wish to, since it is scarcely in my power to prevent his activities. All I know is that they are a danger to life and limb!

Nonetheless I must note that I have been a lifelong supporter of the RSPCA. I have never been able to abide cruelty to any innocent animal; they are all God’s creatures, and under our protection.

Equally, loyalty to my employer has always been my watchword, as I believe it should be that of anyone in service.

It was these two instincts which warred within me when I saw Mr Atherton enter his home holding a poor dear little cat by the scruff of its neck. It was scrabbling for freedom but he would not let it go. He was with a friend, one of his more mannerly friends (not that it is my place to cast judgment on Mr Atherton’s choice of company), and the friend seemed quite distressed. Neither of them noticed me, though it was by agreement with Mr Atherton that I had stayed late.

They went into the laboratory together. A row ensued, quite audible from the house, in which Mr Atherton’s companion pleaded with him to let the cat go, and Mr Atherton, I am sorry to say (for he has always had my respect, and my loyalty, as it should be), did not heed him.

It half broke my heart to hear the poor creature yowl, I nearly broke in then and there, but that I have been in service these thirty-five years, and always remembered my place.

Then I heard the back door of the laboratory open. I could resist no longer; I seized my chance. I held my handkerchief over my mouth (for who knows what miasmas might lurk inside those walls!) and dashed into the laboratory. I looked neither left nor right, I simply snatched the limp body from within its glass box (monstrous, to do such a thing!) and went out again as quickly as I could.

I feared it was too late. But though the poor dear was quite limp, its tiny heart still beat!

I had promised Mr Atherton that I would stay only until 10pm, and it had reached that late hour already. I nestled the cat within my coat, against my breast, in hopes that the warmth might revive it, and travelled home by way of the Kensington Omnibus. By the time I reached my front door, it was beginning to recover.

“What’s that you’ve brought?” my wife asked me.

“You’ve said we wanted a mouser,” I reminded her.

Bless my dear wife, she is as fond of animals as I am, and as shocked when I told her what Mr Atherton had done.

“You should look for a new position,” she said.

“Then who would keep an eye on Mr Atherton?”

“Keep an eye on him?” she scoffed. “More like drop some rat-poison in his teacup.”

I chastised her, for I felt this was no way to speak of our betters, though within these pages I will confess to having had similar thoughts.

As I write this, the cat is curled up by my side and purring loudly. It seems that Mr Atherton’s experiment, whatever it was, proved to be no more than a knock-out gas, at least in its effects on those of a feline persuasion. Nonetheless, I will allow Mr Atherton to believe that it died and that I disposed of the body.

Mrs Edwards has proven quite pleased with the cat. She has decided to call him Edward, in honour of the Prince of Wales, and has put out a saucer of cream. May the Lord protect all the innocent creatures on this good green Earth!

#the beetle weekly #victorian social attitudes cw #animal cruelty cw #but NOT animal death #can't believe i spent a precious 15 minutes of my time writing the Beetle fanfiction but here we are #my fanfiction #with the emphasis on fiction and not on fan

[sparkbeast20]

You're my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt3

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-55)

Pt1 Pt2

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Harassment, mention of Violence, Sexually Suggestive, Tension, and Implies, before sex

but no actually sex/smut/NSFW. (I can't write smut/NSFW I'm not good at it and I like more teasing and suggestive/tension before sex)

Previously

While you two are showing affection, Simeon covered Luke’s eyes and Solomon laughs at the two of you. As the lunch continue on.

“G-good evening, Lord Diavolo” Mammon pokes his head through the opened door of the student council room.

“Ah! Mammon, please coming in” Diavolo gesture him to come inside, Mammon nodded came in an shut the door behind him. He took a deep breath and start walking over to Diavolo, who is sitting at his desk looking over some paper work, and Barbatos who is standing beside the young prince.

Mammon stops right before reaching the desk, and stiffly bow to Diavolo.

“I came to say I’m sorry for putting y/n endanger last night” He held his bow, waiting for Diavolo to speak, but every passing second, he could hear his heart beat fast, then he hears someone walking away. Barbatos, because he didn’t hear the chair move. Then Diavolo finally broke the silent with not too stern voice

“Mammon, I am disappointed at you, both Lucifer and I place y/n under your protection because we trust you. What if y/n gets hurt again~”

“I will never let that happen again!” Diavolo eyes widen at Mammon’s serious statement. He a stood up straight and looks up to Diavolo. With both seriousness, determination, and something feral in his eyes.

Still have his composure, Diavolo is taken a back with Mammon changed in demeanor, he doesn’t why but he’ll let Mammon action speak itself.

Diavolo let out a sigh and look at Mammon with his signature cheerful smile. “Very well Mammon, but this is your last chances. Do not let this happen again”

Mammon thanks Diavolo, and start heading out when Barbatos walk up to him.

“Mammon before you go, I want you to take this” Barbatos hands over a jar filled with blue lotus petals.

“Huh? I still have plenty at home, I don’t need more petals Barbatos” he said it while shoving his hand in his pocket.

“You can be too careful now, beside I want to give it~” Mammon eyes widen causing Barbatos push himself.

Mammon turns to the door, rushing over and push open the door hastily. He snarls at what he sees.

You sitting on the bench across the Hall, look at you D.D.D not trying to look at the Demon towering over, who seem to try annoy you. Suddenly Mammon can hear what the demon is saying.

“Come on, you have to admit that you, humans break so easily. Then why not you your pact with the brothers and call them for help~”

“I have Mammon with me, why would I call one of his brothers for help?”

“He didn’t do anything to Basto, all he did was a couple of scratches. So much for being second of the lords”

“If your just here to provoke me, then just leave I don’t have time for this I’m just wait for- HEY!” the demon swipe your D.D.D out of your hand and start dangling it above up.

“Oh, now you’re looking at me, I’m flattered”

“Give it back!” you try to reach it, but he was too quick and start toying with you.

“Or what! You can’t do anything with a broken arm~” someone grab the back of his neck and pulling him away, causing the D.D.D to fall out of his hand, you manage to catch it.

Mammon is dragging the demon like a misbehaving child, then he throws the demon to the nearby lockers.

The demon tries to get up, but stopped by Mammon stomp his foot close to the demon’s face. He looks up to Mammon who is looking at the demon with a threating look on his face and his iris is glowing.

“Pretty cocky of ya to threating my mate like that, why? ya thought that I would be too weak and a puss to do anything! Well guess what” he grabs the demon by the jacket with one hand, pull him up and slam he back at the lockers making the metal bended. Then move closer to the demon’s ear. “The next time I see you anywhere near my mate again…. I’ll kill ya” in a deeper voice and chilling happy tone.

With one last slam to the locker, Mammon let go and let the demon slide down on the floor shaken with a terrified look on his face.

Mammon turns around walk back to you.

“Mammon are you~”

“I’m fine come on, lets get to purgatory hall we don’t Luke waiting” he places one arm over your shoulder, and you two starts walking out of RAD and heading to Purgatory Hall.

“It’s so sweet for Luke to make us cupcakes” you said it with a cheerful smile on your face, you have your arm wrapped around Mammon's, who’s carry two boxes of cupcakes. As you two head back home.

“Maybe my lucky is coming around, that little pup made cakes on right time” Mammon back to his usual self.

“Mmm…. Nah, I think he made them for you specifically since you were having a bad day, he does see you like an older brother” you said calmly. Causing him to blush.

“Of course, The Great Mammon is his Mentor after all” and there it is, the old Mammon resurfaces. All you can do is chuckle and shake your head at his full of his self-attituded. “Hey what so funny?”

“Oh nothing….” You look at him with a playful grin plastered on your face.

“Hmm…. laugh all ya want now, once we get back home~” but someone screaming something cuts him off, grabbing both of your attention.

“Oh, maybe is a weird sales man, try to sell something fake…. Like a certain demon” you said it in your teasing voice.

“yer, pushing your luck babe. Alright let see what that nut job is blabbing about.” You two start heading to the screaming.

Once you got there, a demon is ranting, scream, or warning about the creatures depicted in an old tapestry.

“The original sins are coming back, and they will bring back the true Absolut hell”

“Oh great, is those kind of demon” Mammon groans in annoyance.

“I could see what you mean, but I like what’s on the tapestry, their kinda cute”

“Ha? You find them Cute?” you exaltedly nodded at him, and look that the tapestry.

He followed your sight and took a longer look at the things you’re talking about. his eyes widen to the realization on what are on the old dust cloth.

It’s him and his brothers in their demonic form within each section of the tapestry. Most are unrecognizable due to how damaged the cloth was, the only ones that he can clearly see was Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, Belphie and himself. The latter which he can’t take his eyes off.

Seeing his demonic form again, made him to remember his time being that form. How he can fly so fast a thunderous sound can be heard, or how he can easily maneuver through cramp spaces like in the woods, or how his more limbered than his brothers he is, and how so much of that thing can be threatening.

“Mammon?” your voice snaps him out of his trances, he looks back to you with melancholy look on his face. “Are you okay?” with a worry tone in your voice.

He blinks a couple, shook his head and smile with his eyes close. “Yeah, I’m good it’s just I remember something, come on let back before Lucifer thinks we when somewhere we shouldn’t” you nod in respond, and you two starts walking.

As you walk, Mammon kisses the top of your head, causing you to hum in complete bliss, as farther you two walks. Mammon glaze over his shoulder, and look back at the tapestry wondering if that thing can ever come back.

“Yo! Were back” Mammon said it while walking in the common room, with the boxes of cupcakes in his hands.

“Oh…is that for us” Asmo perk up when he saw the box. Levi turns to see Mammon and take off his headset, and Beel is already drooling in the mouth knowing what’s inside the boxes. The three are the only ones there.

“One box is for Beel, and the other one is for us to share. So, be nice” Mammon sat down on the couch and place the box of cupcakes on the table, and slide one box to Beel, who grab it and start eating a cupcake.

“Where’s y/n are they supposed to be~”

“Before you say anymore, yes y/n was with me, they just head up to our room to changes so, no worry, Levi” Mammon interrupts Levi’s questioning.

Levi just pouts and go grab a cupcake, and went back on watching an anime on his D.D.D.

Asmo with a cheeky look on his face, flattering his eye leashes at Mammon. Cleary have something to share.

“Alright Asmo, spill it”

“Wow… bold today aren’t we, well I couldn’t blame you”

“What are you talking about?” Mammon raises a brow at Asmo. He grabs his D.D.D and show it to Mammon.

“Someone took this photo of you” On the screen is a picture of Mammon dragging the demon by the scruff of his neck. “I do say, I never thought you have it in you, Mammon. Is this compensation for what happen last night” Asmo taunt Mammon, who lean forward, grab hold of the device and turning it off? And lean back on the couch now with one leg place at top his lap.

A stun Asmo looks at Mammon, he blinks and set the D.D.D on the table, then fixes himself with his legs cross, his elbow resting on his lap with the back of his hands supporting his chin. And with a smug look on his face. “Oh Mammon, acting like that never happen won’t stop me from teasing you about it. But never imagine that was the one that actually made you more of a badass, I like what you turning into”

“I didn’t do it because of the of the casino thing. I did because that piece of shit was harassing y/n while I was at the student council room, I sense y/n was in distress so, I walk out saw the dip shit and deal with him. And making sure he never came near me or my mate” the last part sounded different from the rest. Drawing the attention of Levi and Beel.

“Ah…. Mammon are you okay?” Beel voice his concern to his older brother, who just give him a widen smile. “I am, after lunch I never felt this great in years. Like something just woke up inside me after I told Solomon off, for being a dick…... and don’t worry Asmo were all cool now.” Asmo soft his face after hearing that, Mammon smile and reach out to grab a cupcake.

He was about to eat it, when something pops up in his mind. He stares at the cupcake and glaze over to his brothers.

“So, me and y/n pass by a crazy old demon on are way back home. He was yelling about something about us”

“Oh! What was it about? Was they talking about how handsome I am?” but Mammon shook his head at Asmo.

“Nah…. You wouldn’t like it. He was talking about us in are demonic form and calling us the original sins” Asmo groan at Mammon’s remark. “Ugh…just hearing demonic makes my skin crawl and also the “original sins” makes us seem old”

“I don’t know I kinda like it, it kinda makes us more epic and cooler like were some sort of legendary beings. It’s like “My classmate was the god of beast and man” Now I want to hear what that old man said” Levi chime in.

“I hear “original sins” before are you sure he was talking about us?” Beel asks Mammon.

“Yeah! He has an old ass cloth thing that had me, Lucifer, Levi, Asmo and Belphie on it. While you and Satan are torn out of it”

“Huh? Now I want to see it” Levi perks up when he hears his name and that there’s something other than word vomit.

“Eh! Why is my form in tack? It should be removed immediately; my fan can see me like that.” Asmo is being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t even bother, I was standing right Infront of the old coot didn’t know I was the thing that his yelling at people about, it’s kinda funny……... so, if you’re worry that your fans see that side of you, you’re wasting your time worry. If the old coot didn’t know, then so are your fans.” Mammon laughs, and Asmo pouts and grabs his D.D.D and start typing at it.

However, Mammon can shake this feeling, and want to know something.

“Hey, do you guys wonder what’s is like if we stayed like that?” only met with both Levi and Asmo shake their head no, not even looking at Mammon and looking at their devices. Only Beel look over to Mammon with a cornered look.

“Why asks that?”

“Seeing those drawing, made me think and look back~” Mammon was cut off, by Asmo groaning.

“Ugh! You sound like Satan right now; you know when he when into a “I want to changes back” phase. I’m so glad that he drops that and move on to annoying Lucifer”

“Yeah” Levi interjects “If I was still in my demonic form, I couldn’t enjoy the things I like right now. Not watching anime because you can’t watch it underwater and I need a really big body of water, and I can’t read manga because it’ll get wet and I have no arms or hands to hold, and I can’t……….”

Eventually the other three tune him out, and Beel asks.

“And beside aren’t we dangerous when we are in those forms. I couldn’t remember anything when I was that!”

Before Mammon could asks again, he heard your foot step getting louder.

“Oi no demonic talk Infront of y/n got it” Mammon aggressively whispers to his brothers.

“But you’re the one…... Ah forget it” Levi just gave up.

“What you guys talking about?” you came in the room, and walk over to the couch and sat next to Mammon, who immediately place his arm on your shoulders.

“Oh nothing, just give my little bros some life advice” Mammon smile at you, then Asmo let out a fake cough.

“Really what kind of life advice?” Mammon bites his mouth to your unexpected question, while Levi and Asmo sneaker in the background.

“Uh…… well” he looks away and rubs the back of his neck with the arm on you, trying to an answer. While you look at him with such innocent look on you face.

he glazes over to you and ha an idea, look back and smile to you and gave you the cupcake that he was supposed to eat and took a bite. “Advice on pleasing their significant other” both Levi and Asmo stop laughing and straight their back after hearing that.

After swallowing, you look back at Mammon “Oh and those are?”

“Making sure their well feed” Beel nodded to that. “Grooming them” he fixes you hair and shirt and “accentually” unbutton one. Then he cups you face and lean towards you, and playfully lick the frosting on the corner of your mouth. “And always make them flustered” he pulled away. Leaving you stunned and your face turns red.

Levi drops his D.D.D., Asmo quickly covered his mouth, and Beel almost choke to what they just witness right Infront of them.

Your heart beating fast and you don’t why. For what ever reason you started to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Asmo can sense it, your started be lustful right now. Your eyes show it and Mammon notices it, he took the cupcake out of you hands and place it on the table.

Then he slowly looks over to you with a smirk, he’s teasing you and you can’t take it anymore. You pounce and wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing him relentlessly. And he didn’t pull away in fact he places one hand on your waist and the other vigorously rub against your back.

All the while the other three demon in the room with you two are shock, stunned and/or mortified.

“I want you to destroy me right now Mammon” you said it seductively, causing Mammon to growl.

“Good thing we don’t have classes tomorrow otherwise I have to carry ya all around campus”

“Why what will you gonna do to me?” you teasing by playing innocent.

“you’ll see” he quickly bites you on the neck causing you to yelp, and you felt him laughing. He quickly hooks your legs and stood up and leap over the couch and run out the room with you holding on to him tightly.

As Mammon foot steps start to faint, Belphie peaking his head through the doorway of the common room and look over to frozen demons inside. Then a door slam shut snaping them out of it.

“W-what was that!” Levi screams

“Asmo what did you do to them?” Belphie asks in a shock manner

“You think I want to see Mammon like that. As if” Asmo hugging himself “that was my worst nightmare”

Levi straight out faint in his chair and Asmo start rubbing his hands all over his body, like his taking a shower, and Belphie stare at his pillow. However, Beel is more corner about his older brother sudden changed and that was the one that planting the seed of worried and fear in his mind.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me reader x mammon #obey me monster love #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me blue lotus petals

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Warnings: unprotected sex (m/f), adultery, divorce, a little fluff, a little angst

Plain Gold Ring Part III

For All We Know

“For all we know

We may never meet again

Before we go

Make this moment live again

We won't say goodbye

Until the last minute

I'll hold out my hand

And my heart will be in it” -Nina Simone

———————————————————

One month. One month before you moved to Chicago. One month until you start your new life. One month for Andy Barber to convince you that you belong together.

The night you retuned was a whirlwind of emotions. In the four days you were gone Andy had moved out and filed for divorce. You didn’t know what happened in that house and you didn’t dare ask. All Andy offered was, “She doesn’t know about you.” That gave you little solace. Made you feel no less guilty. And yet, here he was in your apartment.

He knew her routine and promised they wouldn’t cross paths. Though, it wouldn’t be unheard of if he was at your place considering the mountain of work you had to clear. He could explain it away.

You said no physical contact but you couldn’t help stroking the dented skin on his left ring finger. The little void of lighter skin a spectral reminder of his former life. That was the only conscious touching you did that night.

You kept the conversation light. You spoke about the new firm with an excitement in your voice that even shocked you. He agreed your offer was far too good to pass up. He had been to Chicago a couple of times. It was bitterly cold there for far too long. Though, if all of this worked out, he would just have to get used to it.

It was getting late. Neither of you wanted to say goodbye. “Can I stay the night?” he whispered.

He had no malicious intent whatsoever. He just wanted to be next to you. Your stupid brain was now deferring all decision making to your heart. That bitch was more easily swayed than your pussy. Of course you said yes.

He wanted so badly to hold you against his body and drown in your warmth but he promised. He stayed as far away from you on the bed as possible. In the night, out of habit, your body had made its way to the middle of your California king. And, purely out of habit, Andy draped an arm over your side.

——————————————————————

You let Andy sleep in the next morning. You went to the gym, showered and made breakfast. When he found you in the kitchen he was freshly showered and wearing some well loved pajama pants. The no touching rule did not apply to morning in the kitchen.

He padded in on bare feet unintentionally sneaking up on you. When he kissed the back of your neck you jumped.

“Did I scare you?” he chuckled.

“I’m not used to having someone here.”

He poured himself a cup of coffee and refilled your cup. “I’ll make more noise next time.”

“Did you sleep ok?”

“Very well. Thank you.” Neither of you mentioned that you wound up tangled around each other.

You got out your laptop and set yourself up on the dining table. You tapped away while Andy read the paper. He eyed you suspiciously over a folded corner. “What are you doing over there?

“Working. Between you and Stan I have about 500 emails in my inbox.”

“It’s Saturday.” he said in disbelief. “Who works on a Saturday?”

“A single girl who lives alone and doesn’t participate in home improvement couples projects. Be honest. How many Saturdays have you and Lori spent in Home Depot?”

He really though about it and laughed to himself, “Too many.”

“Fucking suburban breeders.”

“Suburban breeders. Wow.” He continued to read the paper feigning outrage. “We don’t have to go to Home Depot but I would like to do something nice with you today. Although, I did see a few lightbulbs that needed to be changed.”

“That’s what the super is for. I don’t even own a ladder and I’m not about to buy one. Why don’t you find us a movie? It’ll be like a date.”

Andy’s heart fluttered. He hadn’t been on a date in sixteen years. He wanted to get it just right. While you toiled away he planned your evening.

First, he would make you dinner. Keep it simple and light to make way for popcorn and candy. An art house cinema was playing “Anatomy of a Murder” on actual film. It’s arguably one of the best written courtroom dramas ever. After the movie there was a little coffee shop within walking distance. Then, he hoped, it would be back to his new place. He thought if you were at his place and not in your building that it would take your mind off of Lori and Jacob.

It actually warmed his heart that you cared so much for their feelings. He couldn’t help but think you would make a great stepmom for Jacob. He was getting ahead of himself. But it didn’t hurt to daydream.

Andy tried his hardest to be lazy for the day but he was crap at it. He had to occupy himself. He offered you a hand which you readily accepted. It was such a shame you were leaving the firm. The two of you worked so well together. Given your circumstances he would have encouraged you to tender your resignation immediately after being passed over.

While Andy was getting dinner together you popped off to get changed. So far he had only seen you in workout gear and work attire. It would be nice to be a little bit more casual.

When you appeared in the kitchen he let out a sharp whistle in appreciation. “You look beautiful. Since we are on a date is the touching ban still in effect?”

You kissed him tenderly on the lips, “I think we can make an exception.”

“Well in that case…” He placed his hands on either side of your face and gave you a deep panty ruining kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that for days now.”

You gripped the edge of the counter to catch your breath. “Something smells good.”

His whole face lit up when he told you about the salmon he made. He dipped the tip of his finger in the glaze and held it to your lips. You slowly sucked at the very tip of his finger. “Yum” you said looking up at him through your lashes.

“If you keep that up, baby, we won’t leave this apartment.”

You gave him your most innocent smile, “Sorry, boss. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Fuck. Save that for later. Speaking of later, I thought we could go to my condo tonight. It’s closer to the theater and I’d like to show it to you.”

“Big ol’ thumbs up for me. I’m famished.”

Your date went incredibly well. How could it not? You two were already idiots for each other. You talked for hours and about everything that night. No topic was off limits. You really had a lot in common. You both got into law for similar reasons. Though, you had more altruistic intentions like joining the ACLU as part of their legal team. Now you work for a firm who represents massive corporations. You weren’t proud of the turn you took. That was another reason the Chicago firm was such a great fit for you. They did a little bit of everything but, you would be going after these big corporations instead. He loved your unbridled enthusiasm for your work.

After all the wine was gone and the conversation died the two of you were cuddled on the couch. He rubbed his hands up your arms and massaged your shoulders, “Are you falling asleep on me?” he asked against your ear.

“No. Just relaxed.” He deepened his touch bringing his hands to your décolleté skimming the top swell of your breasts. His hand dipped into the v of your tshirt to make contact with your skin.

“Is this ok?” Lord he’s perfect.

“I declare the no touching ban officially lifted.”

He waisted no time taking full advantage. He massaged your breast under your shirt teasing you over your bra. His other hand held your face to his while he kissed you. You let out a soft moan to which he responded in kind. You turned around to straddle him. He ground his cock into your denim covered cunt to relieve the ache. You went slow savoring the weight of his body. The scruff of his beard. The rough callused fingers that seemed to be everywhere. With Andy, kissing was your favorite thing. The act made your insides liquid and warm.

He broke away to lift your shirt over your head. He sucked your nipple through the thin material of your bra. Your breath hitched in your throat. You ran your fingers through his hair grasping it hard. He undid the fly of your jeans and slipped his hand in. Your juices ran over his fingers while he fucked into you. You met your peak and cried out when you tumbled over the edge.

When he released you, you stood up and undressed. You pulled his shirt over his head. He kissed your belly while you shimmied out of your panties. He kicked off his pants and lowered you onto his dick. The stretch nearly toppled you over but you held on. You pressed your clit into his pelvic bone and he fucked into you hard. He could feel you were close. Your pussy fluttered around him bringing him close to his end. “You ready, baby?” You answered with a whimper. “Cum with me.” With a few final thrusts you both exploded.

There was an imperceptible shift in you that night. You were ready to meet Andy where he was. For the next few weeks, you were going to be his. Entirely and completely his in every conceivable way.

——————————————————————

You didn’t say no when he asked you to spend the night. You spent a lot of nights there. So many that he gently suggested moving in with him until it was time to ship out. His reasons were entirely practical. You were over staying your lease which meant you were paying more a month in rent. Your big stuff and winter clothes were packed and in storage. You were basically down to your bed and a few other essentials. At least you could put everything in storage to make it easier for the moving company. So you guessed now you were living together.

You wished it bothered you more but honestly he was a delightful roommate. He was clean. He cooked. You both had an annoying habit of bringing work home with you. At least you were doing it together. And, it goes without saying, you fucked like horny teenagers. You were adventurous and that thrilled him to his very core.

He had a large terrace looking over the city. That was officially your favorite spot. You were sure your neighbors heard you.

——————————————————————

You only had a week left. You successfully handed off your entire case load. Andy took a few days off to help you get settled in Chicago. You tendered your resignation the week prior.

Stan tried and failed to hold onto you. You let him know your mind was set. The only thing left on your work calendar was the charity event the firm held annually. You were on the board this year. Problem was, no one could know about you and Andy. You had to go alone. Andy was bringing Lori.

Your heart gave up her post as she was no longer emotionally equipped to handle decision making. Your brain was petty as fuck. You gave Andy the silent treatment for a whole day. He had no idea you weren’t speaking until he asked you a third time what you wanted for dinner.

“Y/n, I’m speaking to you. Do you want Thai tonight?” Nothing. You sulked around the kitchen never making eye contact. “I’m sorry are you mad at me?” He grabbed your wrist and forced you to face him. “Being a brat isn’t going to fix this. Look at me and use your words like a big girl.”

“Don’t treat me like a child.” Your voice was low and emotionless. You planted your feet and stared him down.

“Then don’t act like a child. Talk to me.” He smoothed the hair out of your face and rested his hands on your shoulders. “Please. We only have a few more days together. I don’t want to spend them fighting.”

You took a deep breath and blew it out. You didn’t trust yourself not to cry so you just let loose. “If I quit already, why can’t we go together? Further more, if you filed for divorce, why are you taking Lori? Also, you didn’t talk to me. You told me. End of story.”

“I still work there. I don’t want anyone to think you quit because of me. I didn’t tell anyone that Lori and I have split. She agreed to go while you were still in Chicago. I apologize for not talking to you about all of this. I honestly didn’t know how you would react. I wanted our last week together to be happy. I won’t see you for a while. It’s just one night. You can have me forever if you want.”

You softened a little, “But we’ll be all dressed up and dancing and stuff. I know this seems ridiculous but I don’t want to watch you dance with someone else even if, technically, she is your wife.” You pouted a little. He kissed your bottom lip and pulled you into his arms.

“You wanna dance with me, baby? Let’s dance. Alexa…play my Y/N playlist.” The speaker sprang to life filling the air with a sweeping piano and Nina Simone’s velvety voice. You swayed to the music while Andy sang softly in your ear “…..So baby love me, love me tonight……”

You stared up at him, tears shimmering in your eyes, “I’m sorry I was a bitch. I guess I’m a little on edge.”

“Don’t apologize. I’d be offended if you weren’t a little jealous. I’m on edge too. Every time I think about being here alone I can’t breathe.”

“So come with me.” It’s not that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind. He didn’t want to be that far away from Jacob. He just started this job. You both knew it was a ridiculous request.

“Give me some time.” You spent the rest of the night swaying in each other’s arms. Fucking hell. You fell in love.

#andy barber smut #andy barber x y/n #andy barber #defending jacob

[wing-ed-thing]

Fraternizing and Spineless (Kabuto x Reader, Part III)

Synopsis: Kabuto has a fixation and you sometimes apologize to inanimate objects. Ever since one fateful day, you’ve been drawn to each other from opposite sides of the battlefield.

Word Count: 1,987

Warnings/Tags: Shy!Reader, Slight!Iruka x Reader, Fem!Reader

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Finale

Notes: Bruh I just want to write Fraternizing and Spineless and never stop. IT’S GETTIN’ JUICY UP IN HERE.

@exquisitex113 @tiktoktheclockisticking​

He told you that you didn’t have to go, in all sincerity. You looked into his deep brown eyes and sighed. He wouldn’t hold it against you if you decided you didn’t feel comfortable going, but you could feel the guilt already starting to creep up on you. And inwardly sighing, you knew exactly what you had to do.

“Yeah, of course I’ll go.” Iruka looked slightly taken aback. After all, it wasn’t too long ago since you had turned down his last invitation to go out, but this time was different.

“Are you sure?” He asked and your tired eyes met his, yielding.

“Yeah, I’m sure. What kind of friend would miss another friend’s birthday?” Iruka laughed nervously. You could tell from the expression he wore that he didn’t expect your answer. He reached up to scratch at the scruff of his neck. A few strands of hair fell from the back of his ponytail.

“You know I’m not trying to guilt trip you, you know?” He said, “I just didn’t want you to feel like I wasn’t including you.” You glanced down to the side before meeting his eyes again.

“Do you not want me to come?” You questioned softly, lips slightly puckered as your eyebrows wrinkled your forehead. Panic overtook Iruka as he looked into your wide eyes.

“No, no, no, no!” He waved his hands in front of his body defensively before one hand returned to the back of his head. “I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable, that’s all. And that you’re not feeling forced to go, ‘cause I know last time…” He trailed off. You bowed your head in understanding.

“I know what I said, but believe me, I’m happy to celebrate with you.” The corners of your lips tugged upward, subtly forced. “Besides, we keep saying how we never have a chance to catch up and how it’s been so long.” Iruka gave a slow nod, not completely convinced. You tried your best to give him a reassuring smile. “Really, it’ll be fine. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“If you say so.” Iruka let out a small laugh again. He had always been a nervous smiler. “I’ll see you there?”

“Sure thing.” You answered and both walked separate ways.

Once turned, you let a restrained shiver work its way down your spine. Anxiety followed you like a cloud hovering over your head. Not many people confronted you about the events that had happened a few months before, but you had also hardly left your apartment. You didn’t mind staying holed up inside with your extensive library, but now you were faced with what you feared most. You sighed, making your way up the steps of your building. You had no idea how you were going to handle this one.

Jiggling the knob of your modest studio, you were surprised to see that your stray cat of a companion wasn’t present. The window, per usual, remained open. You dropped your jacket on the small dining table before pulling open your wardrobe.

Of your options were neatly ironed uniforms lined up in an orderly line and practically nothing more. You looked down at the bottom. Work sanctioned shoes stared back at you. The room became a tinge darker. You closed the door, turning around to see Kabuto lounging on your bed. The comforter of your well made bed wrinkled under him. The curtains were drawn closed.

“I’m going out tonight.” You blurted. Kabuto blinked a few times, staring at you otherwise blankly.

“No hello?” He snorted. Your fingers interlaced in front of you and you nervously began to rock on your heels.

“I just wanted you to know, because I won’t be here to make dinner.”

Your voice jumped an octave, but you hardly noticed the shrillness of your voice. Kabuto’s face was untelling. He cocked his knee, resting his elbow against it as he leaned back. Your eyes darted to his eyes. You pursed your lips, diverting your attention to somewhere else in the room. He sighed, swinging his legs off of the bed and neatly placing his footwear next to your bedside table. Kabuto resumed his lounging position. You let out a breath, not noticing that you had been holding it. He reached down into the space where your bed met the wall and pulled out a book. A bookmark stuck out of the top, the piece of paper lodged quite a ways in.

Kabuto noticed your nervous staring.

“What?” He asked, eyebrows raised in a familiar amused but smug look. “You think I come here just for the free meal?” He cracked open his, well your, novel. You stood in the middle of the room, still and tense, still unsure generally of what you should be doing. Kabuto glanced up at you again. “Or is this about the shoes? Because I know you don’t like shoes on the bed and I knew you weren’t going to ask me-”

“I mean, uh, well…” As soon as his challenging eyes met yours, you promptly closed your mouth. Kabuto stuck a finger out at you, sitting up at the edge of your bed. You only stood a few feet away. His fingers held the pages of the book splayed open

“That.” He nearly spat. “That is what I’m talking about.”

“What?” The book closed with a thump. Kabuto propped a foot up on the side rail of your bed as he leaned forward.

“A little nerve would look good on you.” A burning grew at the center of your forehead.

“That’s not very nice.” You murmured, thumbs twiddling. Kabuto frowned.

“Is it? I suppose helpfulness isn’t always nice.” You couldn’t find it within you to convey the ugly feeling in your chest. You turned back to your wardrobe. The door opened with a pop. Kabuto shifted on your bed behind you. “It would be easier for you to handle this passively, but that’s not going to work, dear. I know that’s what you were hoping for.” You gulped, a violent shiver wracked your system. While spoken with little tact, you should be listening to him.

“Please don’t call me that.” You didn’t dare to face him. Your eyes clenched closed.

“That’s a good start, but keep talking like that and you’ll get torn to shreds, dear.” You stood, hand on the frame of the closet.

A silence. You stood pretending to analyze your collection (or lack thereof) of clothes, but your stare went right through any item that came into your focus. You could feel the peering eyes on your neck. Kabuto took a certain amount of pleasure in being silently right.

“I can tell that you don’t want me around right now, so I’ll leave you to your plans, m’kay Sweetheart?” You heard him climb through the window. “And, Dollface, just wear your uniform.”

The room lightened once again, leaving you alone and your made bed wrinkled.

***

Kabuto settled into the den. Really, the hideout was more of a lair rather than a den, but Kabuto always hated calling it a lair. Such a descriptive word felt far too comically sinister for his personal tastes, so he opted for a different word. Den.

Boredom plagued him as he aimlessly sorted through the lab, attempting to clear his mind with a bit of repetitive meniality. The workspace itself remained far from professional, but served as functional nonetheless. However, it’s dilettantish nature translated to more frequent upkeep. Kabuto wiped down the lab tables before refilling various jars of standard materials. By the time Orochimaru found him, Kabuto had almost finished cleaning all of the scalpels.

“Your toy unavailable to play today?” Orochimaru teased. Kabuto only muttered in response, focus still on the scalpels. Orochimaru crossed his arms as he let out an amused sigh. “My, my, I haven’t seen you this upset since-”

“I’m not upset.” Kabuto quickly snapped, intently fixated on scratching blood stains out of the groves of the tool’s handle. Orochimaru clicked his tongue.

“What? Playdate cancelled for today?” He came to sit on one of the lab tables. He leaned his head back against the sturdy fume hood and crossed his legs. A mischievous glint, normal for Orochimaru, gleaned in his eye. He smirked, biting back a laugh. “Have you met the parents yet?”

Kabuto huffed, carrying the scalpel holder back to it’s usual spot. Sliding the tray into the empty space, Kabuto sought out another task. Orochimaru leered, still expecting an answer. His surrogate son tried his best to concentrate on the maintenance of the stereomicroscope, but even Kabuto was not immune to Orochimaru’s eerie gaze. He huffed again.

“No, I haven’t.” Kabuto admitted, finding it easier to play the game in hopes that the other scientist would leave. It never worked in the past, but Kabtuo’s state of distraction left him vulnerable. Careless.

“And why’s that?” Orochimaru fully turned on the table, legs still crossed. Kabuto remained fixated on the stereomicroscope. His fingers danced delicately around the knobs.

“Because she doesn’t have any.”

“Really? That’s awfully sad.” The Sannin mused, “No family?”

“Nope.”

“No one close to her?”

“Nope.”

“No one who would miss her?”

And in that moment, Kabuto knew that he screwed up. Royally. He didn’t have to look at Orochimaru to know that a wicked grin had overtaken his lips. Kabuto hung his head, exasperated by his own carelessness.

“Not what I said.” He countered, attempting to return to his upkeep. Orochimaru drummed his fingers on the hard surface beneath him. “And I don’t like what you’re implying.” Orochimaru feigned disappointed shock.

“What sinister thing could I possibly be implying?” Kabuto arched an eyebrow.

“That’s funny, because I never mentioned anything about it being sinister.”

“Well, if she has no family and no one close to her-”

“She’s out with friends as we speak. Blood of the covenant, I don’t have to tell you that Lord Orochimaru.” Kabuto looked up from his work, eyes squinted with a certain fierceness painted in them. This wasn’t missed by the Sannin, who quickly took a mental note of it. Orochimaru pouted.

“I can’t meet your friends, Kabuto?” Kabuto tore himself away fully from the stereomicroscope, one finger flicking off the light with a snap. He studied his mentor carefully, an attempt at a prediction. He chose his words wisely.

“We’re not friends.” Orochimaru appeared utterly delighted.

“Then you wouldn’t mind bringing her here. I was simply fascinated the last time I saw her. Quite the interesting specimen if I do say so myself.”

“She’s not worth the materials we would use, Lord Orochimaru.” The Sannin hummed, coming down from his perch to lean against the counter next to his protégé. He grabbed his wrist, forcefully pinning it to the table. The skin around the grip had already begun to turn white.

“I suppose that’s why you seek this little friend of yours out every day, hm? You are like a son to me, so I do you a favor and tell you this; I don’t appreciate liars, Kabuto. You know that.” Venom coursed through his voice. “One little act of what could be considered kindness and you’ve let this low level Leaf thing leash and neuter you, my poor boy. Remember that you were the one who wanted to be somebody. Don’t get distracted now.” Kabuto scowled and pushed the equipment back into their spaces with his free hand.

“This is less out of concern and more of your want to study the Leaf girl’s healing capabilities.” An accusation. The hand around Kabuto’s wrist tightened and Orochimaru let out a deep chuckle.

“That’s funny,” He reiterated mockingly, “Because I never mentioned anything about her healing capabilities.” Kabuto tore his arm away.

“I’ll be turning in, now.” He retreated, trying to think of ways to salvage what he could from his mistakes.

Notes: I’m low key waiting for someone to be like “iTs a MiCrOsCoPe nOt a StErEoMicRoScoPe” to which imma be like “bruh I used one yesterday get outta heeee” then I proceed to dab which disturbs everyone within the tri-state area. 

Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and followed. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

#kabuto yakushi #Kabuto Yakushi x reader #kabuto x reader #x you #x reader #reader insert #naruto headcanon #naruto headcanons #naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x you #naruto x reader #naruto x y/n #naruto #orochimaru #kabuto #iruka #iruka umino #iruka x reader #fraternizing and spineless

[vixenpen]

Can I request domestic life, black s/o with bakugou and hawks having 3 sets of twins(4 boys 2 girls) all with strong quirks and strong personalities like them. Ending with nsfw and them finally getting some alone time without the kids.

Everyday Hawks asks himself why the hell he had so many Damn children.

His answer? Because he loves kids and wanted to be a family man.

Let his twin flame tell it? Because he has a breeding kink.

To cap it off, they all had some combination Of both of your powerful quirks. All three sets of twins had Hawks’ wings in various colors. It seemed he was destined to birth all prodigies as all six of his children displayed their quirks early.

Hawks couldn’t have been more proud or felt more blessed. He loved all his chicks, but my lord...

THUMP!

“Keito! Kaito! What are you two doing?”

.........

“Kaito! Keito—“

“Nothing!”

It wasn��t nothing.

When Keigo went upstairs, the two (your h/c) twins had managed to knock over their entire toy chest.

Dozens of blue and red feathers hovered in the air as two pairs of wide (e/c) eyes stared back at him.

👉🏻“He did it!”👈🏻

Keigo just sighed and rubbed his forehead

“I don’t care who did it, just clean it up.”

“Yes sir!”

“Keigo!!!”

That was you calling for him.

Keigo flew downstairs to see you looking somewhere between exasperated and exhausted

You simply pointed at the ceiling where your infant twin daughters had floated up to the rafters.

“It’s amazing that they can already fly at one.” Keigo marveled proudly.

“Yeah they’re regular prodigies, just like they’re daddy,” you sighed, tiredly. “Just get them down, please.”

“Ok daddies’ little chickadees,” he flew up toward the ceiling To grab the giggling baby girls.

He nuzzled their blonde hair. “My little chicks. Please don’t scare mommy like that.”

“I told you we need to get baby leashes for them.”

“We are not putting our kids on leashes like dogs, y/n.” He passed you the babies. “Remember, there are no locked cages in our house.” He grinned, cheekily.

You shook your head with a small smile. “Why did I let you pump six kids into me?”

“Hmm,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, his amber eyes growing seductive. “Want me to remind you?”

You giggled. “Kei—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

That was your second set of twin boys

You and Keigo glanced at each other, panicked, and ran outside.

Once you two made it to the back yard, you were met with your eldest two twins. Neither of you could believe what you were seeing. The humongous tree house—more like a god damn tree mansion—that Hawks had constructed for the eldest children was completely bottomed out.

The floor of half of it decorating the ground and two by fours hanging from the sturdy branches like Christmas ornaments.

“H-how,” you muttered in disbelief, “just...how...?”

Hawks appeared to be near tears.

“It took me almost a year to build that thing...”

The six year olds flew up to you both, talking animatedly over each other.

“Mommy, Kato and me were playin’ heroes, and-and Kaya was tryin’ to do Daddie’s feather sword move an-“

“Nah uh Kano! That’s not what happened, you were tryin’ to do uncle Enji’s moves, and then, and then-“

“And Kato, and..”

Their explanations overlapped into an incoherent mess that only served to leave you and Hawks with more questions than answers.

The two of you glanced tiredly at each other. Pretty much in a silent agreement that you both needed a break.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Do you think Mirko is ok?” You asked worriedly, as you removed yourself earrings.

“Trust me, if anybody has the energy to handle our chicks, it’s Rumi.” Hawks replied, snatching off his tie.

The two of you had just come back from dinner at one of your favorite upscale restaurants. Hawks had truly gone all out, getting you a room at an upscale hotel and spa.

Mirko had luckily jumped at the chance to babysit her favorite baby carrots, allowing the two of you a much needed evening out.

“I know, but I’m just worried. She hasn’t texted me in three hours...”

“Whelp, either our kids killed her or there’s nothing wrong,” Hawks quipped.

You shot him a withering glance. “Very funny, Keigo. I’m gonna call her.”

Just as you whipped out your phone, a tickle along you leg made you pause. Another ran down your arm. Then along your neck.

“Stop it, Kei.” You giggled, swatting his crimson feathers before they could make their way up your skirt.

“I can’t help it, babe,” hawks mumbled back, he reached to grab your hips. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re in concerned Mom mode.”

He pulled you on to the bed until you were straddling his hips. “Those motherly instincts are what drew me in.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile.

“Well, that,” his amber eyes grew hazy with lust, “and how fucking sexy you are.”

Pinching your soft stomach, you shot back; “Oh yeah, six kids later, and I’m a regular Instagram model.”

In a flash, your husband had you flipped on your back.

“Nah, baby, you’re better than any IG model. ‘Cuz you’re real.”

His scarred hands slid along your thighs. You shivered as his avian golden eyed gaze held on to your own. The scruff of his goatee tickled your thighs as he kissed the soft flesh, kneading it.

“Ahh Kei~”

“This body,” he slurped harshly against the dark skin of your hips and pelvis, “has given me six of the greatest blessings in my life.”

His fingers danced it’s way towards your dripping womanhood. A sweet sigh slipped from your lips when you felt two of them enter your heat.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.”

His thumb pressed against your clit, setting your body on fire. You were already clenching his pumping fingers. His tongue slipped around your nipples, tickling your nerves once more.

“So yes,” he glanced back up at you, “you are fucking sexy to me, Lovebird. And I haven’t been able to fuck this body proper in a long time. So fuck the phone, fuck calling Mirko, fuck everything.”

He hoisted himself on top of you, his erection gliding against your pulsing clit and wet lips. The fire in your womanhood was absolutely raging now.

Fuck, you needed him.

“Let me fuck the shit out of you,” he smirked down at you, “the way we used to fuck before the kids.”

Well shit, when he put it like that, who were you to protest?

You snatched off Keigo’s white button down in seconds. Your dressed was tossed aside and in seconds, your legs were wrapped around Keigo’s trim waist.

“I got you, babe.” He mumbled into your ear.

With a powerful thrust, he plunged deep into you. A sharp pleasure shot through your entire body.

He ground his hips hard, fast, and deep against the friction of your gushy grip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—oh my goddd..”

You cursed. The pain of Keigo’s teeth in your neck, juxtaposed with the sweet pleasure he was assaulting your pussy with.

“My baby,” he moaned against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Feels so fucking good, fucking amazing...”

“Don’t. You. Dare. Cum. In. Me.”

You managed between his powerful thrusts. You tried to glare at him, but he felt too good inside you to manage anything other than desire.

He pushed himself up to his knees and pulled your legs apart.

His sexy smirk aimed at your blissed out face.

“Make a pretty face for me to come on then, Lovebird.”

He slammed into you even harder. His thick dick hitting your g-spot with every stroke.

“Ah, god, Keigo!”

Your loud moans mounted into breathy screams.

“Oh yeah, that’s the spot isn’t it, Lovebird?”

“Right—fuck—right there, Daddy~”

“Yeah?” He groaned.

Somehow, even with his orgasm clearly approaching, he kept his eyes on you. You could barely hold your own open as Hawks’ strokes you to your orgasm.

His red feathers flared out, ruffling. That was it. That made you snap.

Your orgasm closed in on you, bathing you in ecstasy.

Hawks was right behind you. He slid out of your grip and shot his thick, hot load all over your panting lips and heaving breasts.

“Shiiit.” He sighed before sinking down on top of you.

The pair of you lie in the afterglow of your mutual orgasms. Hawks cradled you in his arm, wrapping the both of you in his soft wings.

“Do we have to go back?” You asked.

Hawks chuckled, kissing your kinky curls. “We do, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “we wouldn’t.”

((This was a very difficult to do but it was also very cute. So thank you for that request I hope you like it))

#bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #mha headcanons #hawks smut #my hero academia hawks #my hero academia #bnha #my hero fanfic #bnha smut #hawks x reader #takami keigo #bnha scenarios #mha keigo takami

[jobrookekarev]

I Remember it All Too Well Chapter 5

Chapter Five of Six: Whispers Of ‘Are you sure?’

Words: 6500

Chapter Summary:  Jo and Alex’s eyes meet across the hall at a wedding reception. The heat between them reaches a boiling point as they finally get back together and later discuss how they want to repair their relationship.

Story Summary: Alex knew from the moment he signed the divorce papers that leaving Jo and Seattle was the worst mistake of his life. As Alex works his way back to Seattle, he sees Jo again four times before she allows him back into her life. Or the four times Alex saw Jo after their divorce, and the one time they finally got back together with her, plus a soft epilogue.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson, Atticus Lincoln/Amelia Shepherd, and Winston Ndugu/Maggie Pierce.

Characters: Jo Wilson, Alex Karev, Eli Stevens, Alexis Stevens, Meredith Grey, Zola Grey-Shepherd, Bailey Grey-Shepherd, Ellis Grey-Shepherd, Atticus Lincoln, Amelia Shepherd, Winston Ndugu, Maggie Pierce, Scout Lincoln Shepard, Cormac Hayes, Liam Hayes, and Austin Hayes.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Regret, Longing, Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Wedding, Parenting, Fluff, Heavy Kissing but that’s it, Implied Sex.

Read at AO3

Read at FFN

AN: Hey guys, heads up before you begin reading this that there has been a change to the ratings, to Teen And Up Audiences for reference to and implied sex.

……………………………………………………………………

Alex looked around the reception hall as Maggie and Winston’s wedding came to a close. The bride and groom were completely enraptured with each other. As the party fizzled out around them, they just kept on dancing. He was happy that Maggie and Winston felt comfortable having him and his kids at their wedding. Eli and Alexis had played with Meredith’s kids and the rest of the Grey-Sloan kids the entire night. While Alex had sat at a table with Meredith and Hayes as they all conversed warmly. 

As the kids wound down Alexis, Eli, and Bailey laid on the floor watching the tablet and falling asleep on each other, until Alexis crawled in his lap. Alex smiled at her and put his arms around her as he held his daughter. Alexis wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her little head on his shoulder.

“Are you ready for bed, sweet girl?” Alex asked, as he rubbed her back and held her close.

“No,” Alexis mumbled, clearly exhausted and Alex knew that her eyes were closed. 

“Alright, I think we’re ready to head up for the night?” Meredith said appearing next to him with Ellis in her arms and Zola training behind her, the only one who was still fully awake. 

“Mom can’t I stay down here with Austin and Liam?” Zola asked as Hayes and the boys appeared next to them.

“Sorry Zola, these two are headed up as well,” Cormac said, subtly putting his arm on Meredith’s back.

The two of them thought that no one would notice when they started dating, but it was currently the worst kept secret at the hospital. Alex was happy for Meredith, and she and Hayes were good together.

“We don’t have to go to bed once we get up there, do we?” Austin asked as he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair.

“I don’t want to go to bed either,” Zola said as she grabbed the basket she had used for the flowers.

“How about this?” Meredith said to her. “Since you’re the only one awake and you’re older now, I think it would be okay if you and the boys put on a movie after you help us get everything upstairs?”

“Deal!” Zola instantly agreed as she reached down to grab the tablet from Eli and Bailey.

“Come on boys,” Alex said as the boys slowly got up half-asleep. 

Liam and Austin agreed and they all helped to put away their plates and cleared the table. Grabbing stray jackets, and purses, and the little mint chocolate wedding favors Maggie and Winston had put out.

“Did you have a good time buddy?” Alex asked Eli, as he put his hand on his son’s back Eli leaned into him and gripped his dress shirt while they walked. 

“Yeah, can we hang out with Bailey, and Zola, and Ellis all the time?” Eli’s sleepy voice whispered up to him as he looked up at Alex with big brown eyes. 

“I don’t know about all the time, but how would you like to have a sleepover with them tonight?”

“Un huh,” Eli said as he leaned into Alex further. 

Alex paused and leaned down, shifting Alexis to one arm as he picked up Eli. The one thing he learned about having twins was that what he did with one child he needed to do with the other. Sometimes that meant carrying two sleepy six-year-olds at once. Luckily for Alex, he had always been strong enough to carry them both. It was something he relished doing when he could as they were getting a bit old to be carried around and he had missed out on carrying them around when they were babies. Eli sighed in his arms and Alex could tell that he would be asleep by the time they got back to the hotel room.

As part of the wedding package, Alex, Meredith, and Amelia had a three room suite that made the wedded festivities with six kids easier. They put all of the little kids down in Meredith’s room and she said she’d take the extra queen in his room. Alex quickly got his kids changed into pajamas. They woke up again but quickly fell back asleep as he tucked them into the bed next to Bailey and Ellis, with the rollaway left empty for Zola.

True to her word, Zola helped them put her siblings to bed, before going out into the main room where Hayes and the boys were picking out a movie. Alex walked out into the main room, just in time to see Amelia and Link come in. Amelia was carrying Scout and Link had Asher as the boys held hands.

“Did you two steal an extra baby?” Meredith asked in delight as she walked over and put her hand on Asher’s back as he smiled at her.

“No,” Link said and he and Amelia paused. “These two threw a fit when we tried to separate them, so Jo said we could take him up and she’ll come to collect him later.”

“Well that’s not a problem, is it Asher?” Meredith said with a smile as she helped Link and Amelia put the boys down in their room.

Alex smiled as he watched Asher lay his head on Link’s shoulder, fighting sleep as they disappeared into the room. He settled on the couch next to Zola as they scanned through the movies before Meredith came over and tapped on his shoulder.

“Hey I think I forgot my purse downstairs could you please go grab it, it’s at the bar,” Meredith said with a smile as she bit her lip. 

“Yeah, no problem,” Alex said, getting up as Meredith took his place next to Zola.

He quickly rushed downstairs and went over to the bar to ask the bartender if he had Meredith’s purse. The bartender nodded and handed him the blue clutch that Meredith had and Alex took a second to look around the room before he went back up. The party was still in full swing and quite a few couples including Maggie and Winston were still dancing.

As he looked around again he caught sight of Jo as she sat at a table sipping the last of her wine and people watching like he was. All night he had been trying not to stare at her, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes were drawn to her. Jo had even caught his eyes halfway through the reception and smiled at him, which only encouraged him. Alex blamed his staring on the alcohol and the fact that the twins were down for the night in the hotel room upstairs. Jo was the most beautiful woman in the room, although he would never say that aloud, lest he offend Maggie. 

She just looked so gorgeous in that little black dress. Alex was reminded of the way she looked at Bailey’s wedding all those years ago. She always wore black to weddings. It was a simple neutral color that fitted her so well. The short dress hugged to her hips with an open back and v-neck that allowed for ample cleavage. Her brown hair fell in loose curls and her dark mascara and eyeliner made her brown eyes pop. 

He couldn’t help but imagine what Jo looked like without her dress on. It had been a full year since they had slept together and lord knows that his body had changed. Alex felt older, there were wrinkles around his eyes and more gray hairs on his head and beard, but Jo was still the same beautiful woman that he remembered. 

Jo caught him staring and Alex took in a breath as she held his gaze. Ever since things had become more amicable between them, the two of them had exchanged lust filled looks. It was only a matter of time before the heat between them reached a boiling point. As she looked over at him, she had hot and heavy eyes. It was the same way they used to stare at each other across the halls of the hospital. That look of lust sent them to the nearest room with a lock so they could tear each other’s clothes off. His body craved her. Alex missed her, more than anything, but he decided to stay where he was and see what Jo would do. He wanted things to be on her terms. 

Jo licked her lips, they were wet and swollen and he could almost taste her lips on his tongue. Something made her bold and she walked over to him. She took a step towards him, and then another. The closer she got the more he could remember the way her hair felt as he ran his fingers through it. He remembered how his scruff felt against her soft skin and the way her lips lingered on his neck. He remembered the way his hands held her waist and how her arms wrapped around his neck. He missed the weight and the warmth of her body on top of him. 

Jo took another step forward until they were only inches apart and he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. It was still the same one that he had gotten for her last minute on their first anniversary, but she had loved it. Since then, it had become her signature scent. Alex was surprised she still used it, but then again he still wore the same cologne that she always bought for him. 

Jo stared into his eyes as they stood only inches apart from each other. They were so close, yet so far away. Alex rubbed his hands on his suit pants in a desperate attempt to keep them from her waist. He waited for her to make the first move. If anything was going to happen between them, he wanted Jo to decide what it was. 

Jo put her hands on his shoulders, running them up to his neck and tilting her head before she moved to trace her fingers down his chest. The ache in his soul that he had for her was like a pain in his chest that had been torturing him from the moment he stepped on the plane to leave Seattle. A piece of him was missing, but the second she touched him he felt whole again. 

Alex thought she would kiss him then, but instead, Jo grabbed his tie and pulled him out of the reception hall. He followed her like a lovesick puppy. Alex knew he had a stupid infatuated smile on his face as he jogged to keep up with her. His eyes were glued to the open back of her dress and he put a hand on her back, feeling her bare skin under his hand as he moved to walk next to her. 

As soon as they were out in the hall Jo let go and pushed him up against the wall. Her hands are on his face, but for a second Jo just stared at him. Her brown eyes were wide and so full of love and lust, but she hesitated for a moment. All Alex could do was watch her and wait. Then, she tilted her head, closed her eyes, and slowly brought her lips forward as she kissed him. At first, it was just a peck, as if she was testing the waters, but then her lips met his in a frenzy. It was desperate and full of lust, and Alex loved it.

It was the kiss that he had been longing for since he got back. It took a second for him to react, but then he realized that it wasn’t a dream. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. It was the kiss Jo used to give him when she wanted him to make love to her all night long. She couldn’t seem to get enough of his lips and she just kept kissing him over and over. They would only pull back to breathe before they dived back in.

The moment their lips touched Alex found himself falling down the rabbit hole and into her love. Jo wrapped her arms around his neck just like she used too and Alex put his hand on her waist and pulled her close. Her body still felt the same, so soft and warm as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her back. Jo melted into their kiss and Alex moaned as he tasted her lips. She tasted like the lipstick that she always wore for special occasions and the Chardonnay that she had been drinking. 

Their hands seemed desperate to touch each other and to relearn each other’s bodies. Her body was still so much the same and yet so new to him. Alex trailed his hands up to tangle in her hair as they kissed before he moved them back to her shoulders. Alex moved down around to her chest as Jo pushed herself into his hands. Jo moved her hands down to his chest as well, undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. Her fingers seemed desperate for his bare skin and the second she touched his chest, she sighed into his lips.

Jo pulled back suddenly and Alex looked into Jo’s eyes, they were filled with lust. Her pupils were blown so wide he could barely see the honey brown of her irises. Jo’s face was flushed and the red blush continued down her neck. Her hair was a wild mess from where his fingers were tangled in it. He figured he didn’t look any better and he could tell his hair was sticking out and his shirt was undone from where her fingers were still on his chest. 

They heard laughing coming from inside the hall and Alex looked around the hallway. They were alone, but just behind the door, they could hear the other people talking at the reception. Now that it was later in the evening, there was bound to be more people headed their way. Besides, Alex didn’t want his first time with Jo in over a year to be in the hallway of a hotel. He wanted to lay her down on a bed and see her body and all its glory before he worshiped her. 

“My room is empty. Asher’s upstairs with Link and Amelia,” Jo said as she dug her fingers into his lapel.

“Wait, Jo are you sure?” Alex said staring into her eyes and seeing her blown pupils. He knew she had been drinking and he had too, but he wanted to be sure.

“I’m more sure of doing this than I was kissing you the first time,” Jo said looking into his eyes as her lust had given way to a soft gaze.

“The twins are asleep with Meredith’s kids in our shared suite,” Alex said, still staring into Jo’s eyes.

The fire lit between them again and Jo nodded with a smirk as she pulled him away with her. Instead of just letting her drag him along, Alex grabbed her hips and walked beside her. As they headed towards the elevators, Jo giggled as he leaned in to nip at her earlobe. They kissed the entire way to her hotel room and Jo kept fumbling with her key card as Alex held her hips against his and kissed her neck.

Jo’s room was a simple one bed hotel room, but Alex couldn’t tell you anything more about it as they went straight to the bed. Alex closed his eyes as he kissed Jo, she pushed him backward until his legs hit the mattress and she pushed him back as he fell. Alex pulled Jo down with him, his arms wrapped around her waist, and his fingers digging into the skin of her back. Then Jo pulled away, she leaned back and stood up as he got up on his elbows to watch her. They both stared at each other for a moment and Alex was still breathing heavily from their kissing and their run up to the hotel room. 

As they continued to stare at each other for a moment he wondered if she would ask him to leave. Alex sat up and folded his hands as he looked at her. Jo took a single step forward in between his legs and put her hands on his neck. She held his head and Alex’s hands went to her hips, gently holding her. Jo tilted her head to the side as she leaned down, but she didn’t kiss him just yet. Instead, she stared into his eyes as if they held all of the answers in the world. In reality, Alex didn’t know anything other than that he was sitting there in her hotel room and she had a hesitant look across her face. 

“I slept with Jackson,” Jo admitted and Alex’s head shot up as he looked at her. Jo looked down at her hands and she chewed on her lip before she continued. “It was after the divorce when I was still waiting to get approved to be a foster parent. I was trying to figure out how to be single again and I didn’t know how to have sex with anyone who wasn’t you, so I asked Jackson to help me. It was only supposed to be a one-time thing, but we ended up being friends-with-benefits for a few months. However, I haven’t slept with anyone since, well since you got back.”

“That’s good,” Alex just nodded, he wasn’t sure what to think about it, but he was okay with it. “I’m glad he was there for you.” 

Jo let out a full laugh as she placed her hands on his shoulders. “You’re glad?”

“What?” Alex said he wasn’t sure how to react to the news that Jo had sex with someone else, but he didn’t expect Jo to laugh either.

“I don’t know,” Jo said, as she continued to giggle. “I guess it’s just weird. You and I were together for eight years. Other than that time with Schmitt, I have only been with you for eight years. And then I tell you I've been with someone else and then I don't know, I thought you'd be jealous or mad.”

“I slept with Izzie so I'm not really in a position to judge you,” Alex blurted out as Jo suddenly grew quiet. He looked down at his hands on her waist because he couldn’t bear to see the look of betrayal that would be across her face, but e couldn’t do this without her knowing. “She kissed me before the divorce was finalized, but we didn’t start sleeping together until I got word that you had filed the divorce papers. I lied in the letter, I didn’t leave you because I loved Izzie, I didn’t love her at all. I thought I could, but I didn’t, but she was there and she wanted me and we were trying to be a family and I don’t know, it was stupid. We slept together for a while until the pandemic started, but we haven’t slept together since then.”

Looking back, Alex wasn’t even sure why he had tried to be with Izzie at all. He thought he did it because they were trying to be a family and make things work between them, but things quickly fizzled out. He wasn’t in love with her. Izzie wasn’t Jo, he didn’t love her like he loved Jo, like he lusted for Jo. Alex was in love with Jo and he had been for the past nine years. He loved her because Jo didn’t try to mold him into a good man or the perfect father, she loved him just as he was. Jo made him feel secure and loved more than anyone else and Alex wanted Jo now because he loved her.

“When I read your letter, I figured you were already sleeping with her. So I’m glad it didn’t start until after our divorce. I hate that you were with Izzie and that you cheated on me, by kissing her,” Jo said running her hands up to hold his face and tilted his head up to look at her. “But I forgive you, Alex, and I’m ready to start over with you.”

“If it makes you feel better, I pretty much broke down when she kissed me and the first time we had sex,” Alex said, mortified as he remembered how he had burst into tears as he realized what he was actually doing and how much he missed Jo.

“Oh God, I did the same thing,” Jo said, putting her hand over her mouth. “I pretty much snotted in Jackson’s mouth as we started making out and then I cried on his couch for the rest of the night.”

“You did?” Alex asked with a little laugh, relieved that he wasn’t the only one who had trouble moving on.

“Yes I just, I thought I was ready, but I wasn’t and the second he didn’t kiss me like you did I just cried,” Jo said, shaking her head. 

“Izzie didn’t hold me like you did. She didn’t wrap her arms around my neck like you did,” Alex said as he pulled her close and Jo wrapped her arms around his neck the way she always did.  

“Like that?”

“Yes,” Alex whispered and sighed into her touch as she leaned in to almost kiss him. “Jo, are you sure you want to have sex with me?”

Jo looked up from his lips to his eyes and glanced at him with more clarity. She suddenly softened with a smile and closed her eyes as she leaned down and finally whispered to him. “Yes.”

……………………………………………………………………

They laid together as they recovered from their tryst. Jo laid her cheeks on his chest as Alex wrapped his arms around her. He ran his fingers through her hair, as he pulled it to the side, lest it get trapped between their sweaty bodies. Jo seemed to relax and almost melted into his arms. They let themselves lay together for a little while as their hearts slowed down and their breathing even out. Alex looked down at Jo in his arms once again as she closed her eyes she seemed completely content. She must have felt his eyes as she picked up her head and smiled at him before he tilted her chin up to kiss her again.

However, they couldn’t lay there forever and fall asleep in each other’s arms like they used to. Alex got up and started the cleanup, he got a warm rag and brought it over to her. In the past when Jo tried to walk right after, she would stumble around like a baby deer, and as cute as it was, he’d rather let her rest. He went into the bathroom and got cleaned up and washed his hands before he walked back over to her. 

Jo was still lying in bed and she gave him a lazy smile when she caught his eyes and Alex couldn’t help but stare at her. He got back in bed and crawled over to her as he laid down next to her. Alex looked down at Jo next to him as she smiled and he reached out to pick up her hand. He pulled it up to kiss her palm, he couldn’t help the way his lips needed to be on her skin. The touch of affection was warmly received as Jo hummed and rolled over to cuddle against his chest, putting one leg over his legs.

“I missed you so much, every night I slept without you in Kansas I just tossed and turned,” Alex said as he put one arm around her shoulders and held her close. 

Jo laid her head on his chest as her fingers danced across his skin. “I didn’t sleep in our bed for a month after you left. I just slept on the couch, because although it still held memories of you, the bed was just too big and empty. I missed you so much, Alex.”

Alex leaned in and kissed her again before he pulled back and let himself hover only inches away from her lips. “I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to.”

Jo closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she pulled away to sit up. “I want you back in my bed and I want to love you, Alex, I do, but.”

It was a desperate whisper that flowed from Jo’s lips, and it seemed like she truly wanted to be with him again.

“But you don’t trust me,” Alex said, as he laid back and watched her close her eyes and nod. “If you let me, I can be a man you can trust to love you and not abandon you. I made that mistake once and I won’t do it again. I want the opportunity to prove that to you and earn back your trust.”

“It’s just that, we had just gotten married again, we were trying for a baby and you just left. I get why you did it, but it was so easy for you,” Jo said, the painful expression across her face was one that grabbed his heart and squeezed it. “I love you, and I want to trust you again, but I don’t know how, at least not yet.”

Alex nodded as he took in her words. “Not yet, that’s not never?” 

Jo looked back at him, from where she was fidgeting with her fingers. “Not never.”

“Can we try dating or can I at least see you regularly?” Alex asked, tilting his head as he looked into her eyes. “I love you, Jo, and I want the chance to love you, if you’ll let me.”

Jo looked away, staring at the abstract painting on the wall. Alex watched as her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath before looking back at him with a nod. 

“Okay.”

Out of everything that Jo had ever done for him, this was the one thing that surprised him the most. After everything he put her through she was willing to let him back into her life. Jo laid back down and put her hands around his neck as she pulled him in to kiss her. Alex happily kissed her lips again. He never wanted to stop kissing her, but she pulled away. 

“But that’s going to start with us taking things slow. We can still sleep together, but you need to go back to your own room tonight,” Jo said, with a smile as she sat up and got out of bed.

“You’re right, we need to do this right and take things slow,” Alex said, with a nod as he got up as well. “It’s not just us anymore we have kids. You have your son and I have my twins. We need to make sure that they’re comfortable with us being together too.”

Jo smiled and Alex dipped his head as he smiled too. She did walk around like a baby deer as she grabbed a pair of sweats from her suitcase. Alex slowly gathered his boxers and the pieces of his suit. His eyes lingered on her as he watched Jo as she walked around and got dressed. Alex smiled to himself knowing that this wasn’t the last time he would get to see her. 

“Speaking of the children,” Jo said as she pulled her hair out of the collar of the sweatshirt she pulled on. “I should go get Asher, he’s not used to being away from me overnight and I’m sure your kids miss you too.”

“Yeah, the twins are slowly getting used to Meredith and everyone else but I don’t think they’d be comfortable if they woke up without me there.” Alex nodded as he buttoned up his shirt again. 

The two of them shared a smile, before Jo disappeared into the bathroom and he finished getting dressed. They were parents now and it was strange, but it came so naturally to them. There was still a hint of regret that they weren’t parenting together, but perhaps that could change. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror and he still looked a little disheveled. Jo came out of the bathroom and smiled as she reached up to run her still wet fingers through his hair. The water smoothed away the tufts of hair she had made stick up earlier and the gesture made Alex smile. It was so easy and natural for her to do. It made him forget that she hadn’t fixed his hair in a year. 

Alex grabbed Meredith’s clutch and walked towards the door before looking back at Jo who had grabbed a baby blanket and had followed him to the entryway. Suddenly they both realized they were going to the exact same room, at the exact same time. All of their friends would know they had slept together especially considering that Alex promised he would only be a few minutes, but instead more than an hour had passed.

“Why don’t I go up ahead of you and then you can come in a few minutes. I love Meredith, but I think she’d never let it go if she found out we’d slept together,” Alex said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Meredith hadn’t always been Jo’s number one fan, but a year before their wedding that changed. Ever since Alex returned to Seattle, she had been urging him to make things right with Jo. And by make things right, she hinted that they should get back together. Her not-so-subtle hints were something Alex had been ignoring in favor of waiting for Jo to decide how she wanted to interact with him. He would probably never hear the end of it if Meredith knew she was right.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best and I should warm up a bottle for Asher. He can’t go back down without it,” Jo said with a nod as she went back to the kitchenette and pulled out a bottle and formula.

“Yeah, the baby days,” Alex said, with a smile as he watched Jo make the bottle. 

Jo looked up and caught his eye before she returned his smile with a soft smile of her own. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you never got that with the twins.”

“You’re not the one who has to apologize for that Jo,” Alex said and he reached out and filled up the bottle with water while Jo measured out the formula. “Besides, I’m happy that I’m in their lives now.” 

“Yeah, I watched you with them this evening. I remember you let Eli eat the rest of your baked potato when I know it’s your favorite and you danced with Alexis as she stood on your toes. You looked so happy with your kids and I was so happy that you got the chance to be in their lives.”

“I saw you with Asher too. You were holding him as you swayed back and forth and danced with him. You always have such a wonderful smile when you’re looking at him and I’m glad you have a family too, Jo.”

Jo was standing there, next to him at the kitchenette with a baby blanket over her shoulder, shaking the bottle in her hand as she prepped the bottle warmer. It was everything Alex had ever envisioned when he imagined what it would have been like to have a baby with Jo. Seeing her with her baby was all of those dreams come true, the one piece that was missing was him. He wanted Jo in his life and in his kid’s lives too, he wanted to meet Asher as well and he wanted the five of them to be a family.

Alex wanted to do what he should have done from the beginning and be a father to Alexis and Eli with Jo by his side. He wanted Alexis and Eli to get to know Jo, and for her to be a part of their lives. He wanted to meet Asher and be a part of his life too. He wanted them to be a family.

Alex wanted to go to the park with Jo and the kids. He wanted to sit in the sandbox and build sandcastles with Asher and Jo would push Eli on the swings while Alexis moved between the two of them, never able to decide where she wanted to be. He wanted waffle Sundays with Jo, both of them in their pajamas as he made the waffles and she made them coffee and chocolate milk for the kids. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her in their home with their children around them. He wanted his life with Jo and he knew that it wouldn’t happen in an instant, but he knew where to start. 

“Do you want to like, go out Saturday or something?” Alex asked fumbling over his words, he was so nervous because he wanted this so bad.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Jo said, a light blush appearing across her cheeks as she looked down and focused on putting the bottle in the warmer.

“Good, I’ll talk to you Monday and we can schedule something,” Alex said with a nod as he tried to keep his excitement inside, but he just couldn’t hide the smile that spread across his face

“Yeah, sounds good,” Jo agreed, sharing his smile as she finally looked up at him. 

Alex couldn’t help how he was already head over heels in love with her again. He had always been in love with her and he was so happy to have the chance to love her again.

Alex went up to the hotel room and wasn’t surprised when Zola snapped at him for taking so long, but Meredith just gave him a knowing smile, especially when Jo came up a few minutes later to get Asher. However, neither she nor anyone else said anything about his disappearance.

Alex watched her cradle the sleepy baby in her arms and get him settled with the bottle. He loved watching Jo with Asher. Sometimes he’d find himself walking by the daycare at lunchtime, just to try and catch a glimpse of them. Just before she left Jo caught his eye and smiled at him. Alex couldn’t hide the smile that stretched across his face visible for everyone to see. 

He was so grateful that Jo was even given him the chance to see her again and he was over the moon about what happened tonight. She had kissed him, they had slept together, and she was going to let him date her. Alex knew that it was going to take a lot to rebuild their relationship. But, he was determined to do everything he could to prove to Jo that he was worthy of her trust.

……………………………………………………………………

The vomit never seemed to end as Jo leaned over the toilet and produced the bile that was left in her stomach. She had been feeling nauseous and had thrown up a few times in the past few days, but she seemed to get the worst of it today. This morning she had woken up and had to make a mad dash for the toilet down the hall and she hadn’t stopped throwing up since. Suddenly she heard Asher cry and tried to get up, but she was dizzy and nauseous and she had to sit back down before she dry heaved again. 

“Aunt Jo, Asher’s crying,” Zola said as she came into the bathroom, but lingered by the door, hesitant to get near her.

“I know Zola, can you get your om please, and ask her to pick up Asher for me?” Jo said, leaning against the toilet bowl.

“Okay,” Zola said quickly leaving the bathroom.

Jo listened to Zola knock on Meredith’s door. Meredith got up and Jo let out a sigh as Meredith got Asher and his cries stopped. Jo closed her eyes and laid her head on her arm.

“Hey Zola said you were puking your guts up and you look pretty disgusting,” Meredith said as she appeared in the doorway with Asher on her hip. 

Jo just groaned and looked up at Meredith. She hated being sick, especially knowing that it wouldn’t end anytime soon, but at least it seemed to end for now.

“Mama,” Asher said, leaning out to her.

Jo smiled and reached out for him as Meredith brought him over. However, before Meredith could even put him in her arms she got a whiff of his dirty diaper and leaned over to dry heave in the toilet. Asher fussed when Meredith didn’t put him in Jo’s arms and Meredith tried to settle him. Jo pulled back after she finished heaving, but knew she couldn’t take him right now. 

“Can you change him and get him settled,” Jo asked as she sat back against the wall. “I’ll be fine soon, I just need a minute.” 

“Yeah of course, do you want some meds or something? Whatever you’ve got it looks pretty bad. Is Asher sick too because if not I’ll take him to the daycare for you so you can stay home and rest?” Meredith offered soothing Asher as he fussed still leaning out to Jo.

“I don’t need a day to rest, I just need a few minutes,” Jo said, she knew from how things have been the past few days that once she got her stomach settled she would be fine, until sometime around lunch.

Jo cursed the universe for getting her into this position. Of all the crazy and stupid, things she had ever done this had to be the top one. She was frustrated and nervous and excited all at the same time. She loved Alex, but this was something else. They had been dating for the past month and a half and he was working to rebuild her trust. They were taking it slow, but things were about to go from 0 to 60 in an instant. They hadn’t even met each other’s kids yet and Jo wasn’t sure about her place in his life. 

“Jo if you’re sick it’s no big deal, you can take a day to rest,” Meredith said, setting her with a look. “I’m pretty sure all of your patients would appreciate you not getting them and their newborns sick.”

“I’m not sick,” Jo insisted, looking over at Meredith. She wasn’t sure about telling her, but it would all come out eventually and she needed Meredith’s help. Especially as, regardless of how she and Alex were still working things out, she had decided to keep it. “I’m pregnant and Alex is the father.”

Jo watched as Meredith’s jaw dropped in shock. It was pretty much the same expression Jo had on her face when she got her blood work back a few days ago. Alex Karev had gotten her pregnant and now Jo was having a baby with her ex-husband.

……………………………………………………………………

AN: I promised a soft epilogue and I do intend to make good on that, but I couldn't resist the urge to add another baby to this. I can promise it will go over well and there will be a happy ending.

#alex karev #jolex #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy fanfic #otp: home and heart #meredith grey #eli stevens #alexis stevens #my fanfiction #my writing #my work #jo wilson #IRIATW

[dantexlykos]

Tagging: Dante, Daphne, Saint, Maven, Enzo, and Valkyrie

Timeline: Early September 2021

Location: Temple of Apollo

Notes: Summoning Daddy

Trigger Warning: Blood and sacrifice

@daphneonassis @mavenlockwood @saintcorvin @vclkyric @enzoxcorsetti

Dante

Everything was set. The moon was in the right position and the witching hour was upon them. At the temple of Apollo where the veil was at its thinnest the genasi accompanied by Valkyrie gathered. With painstaking dedication the runes had been etched into the very earth, checked over by any who saw fit, the ritual was set to begin shortly. Their power was charged by blood and sacrifice and to reach Thanatos it would take an offering from each of them, a bit of their own essence would be shed in order for the call to succeed. The ritual was an invitation, designed initially for any spirit or creature on the other side of the veil, the purpose was to create a window so that they six may peer through to their guest without obstruction. Each had their own reasons for this undertaking, some wanted power, others sought redemption, but Dante’s own query was attuned to the preservation of the veil. His heart’s desire burned even deeper, but such a thing would not be possible if he had no magic to speak of. Dante’s runes were etched upon his split of the circle, an old Greek incantation fell from his lips as his power moved to meld with the other’s. Genasi were not known for cooperation, their personalities were the embodiment of their magic and too often there was conflict between them. Earth clashed with air but in this they had to work in synergy while also melding the temperamental power of fire and languid motions of water and shadow. A blade of silver reflected the light of the moon as Dante drew it across his palm and outstretched his hand over the circle, blood dribbled down and pooled through the crevices they’d made in the earth towards the epicenter. “Hear us Thanatos, daimon of peaceful death.”

Daphne

As one of the youngest genasi, Daphne felt great relief in the proximity to the sea and how easy she could harness the power from it. Just far enough in the distance to resemble a blue hue, but close enough to give her peace of mind. It wasn’t necessarily out of fear that she had concerns for it, but just having that added boost would help her greatly in the summoning. Necromancy hadn’t ended up being as natural to the water genasi as she had hoped, though many sleepless nights and advice from the fellow genasi, she managed to find comfort in her version of the spellwork. She held that very version in her left hand as the horizon of the meeting place came into her peripherals, the sea winds causing the corners to crinkle and make it harder to read. At this point, it was overkill to keep reading it and instead she shoved it into the same pocket as her ingredients. Veils of tonics and dried poppies clinked together as Daphne reached the temple, uncloaking herself from the darkness and into the dim street light.[3:28 PM]Boots crunched against loose gravel before emerging onto the familiar sight, noticing Dante had already begun to get things in order. It was fitting that the earth genasi had arrived early to the location and if it wasn’t for the sheer amount of focus, Daphne might actually be a little envious that it hadn’t been herself. Though now wasn’t the time for pettiness, which revealed itself in the water genasi’s expression as she got within the limits of the circle.  “I brought— ,” she began to state after giving a soft wave, then proceeded to pull the jar full of dried red petals and seed pods. There was more within the bag, but the moonlight only showed highlights of the items. A  spare butterfly, just in case, and had been one in which she raised herself. Along with a few swigs of bitter wine, some mandrake root, homemade incense, and snake skins Daphne found while out at the Onassis farmland. But before she could continue, the fellow genasi emerged in her sights and that meant the starting of the ritual. Soon she was repeating after the others, hazel eyes focused on the power surging within each of them as her own blood mixed in, “We are here to offer praise, Lord of Death, and seek your wisdom.”

Saint

It was no idle task, to summon a god. Saint arrived at the temple, guided by the draw of power beginning to swell under the fullness of the moon. The time had come, and it had required preparation on the spirit genasi’s behalf. Clothed in the colour of ink, he was a formidable presence as he stepped onto the dais. While the others were mostly strangers to him, as were their intentions, Saint recognized Dante from across from him, already mouthing the words of the incantation. He stood at full height now, and his pockets were empty of trinkets— a purposeful notion that caused his upper lip lifted in a sneer as he saw the doe-eyed water genasi place her flowers and animal parts as her offering. He saw such things as an insult, curving into his segment of the circle with ease, drawing runes in shadow before bringing forth his own offering. Blood was required, but for his part, he would also gift their god something more. It would be twin witches, one of the element fire and the other water stood behind him, gripped at the scruff of the neck by a scowling werewolf; who stood as dark and sharp as the shadows that bound their arms and covered their mouths. “My offering,” he announced, his voice lifting through the dark, gravelled and commanding. He lead the witches to the edge of the circle, and he murmured the incantation as he drew a long, slender blade along their throats. Pale skin drenched crimson, staining down the front of starched white nightgowns before it pooled at their feet, making its way down to the centre of the circle. Saint tossed them forward, before bringing the tip of the knife along his own palm, squeezing to add his own blood to the garish swirl. “We bring you these offerings, this sacrifice— to beckon you to hear our call.”

Maven

There's still a part of Maven that kind of thinks this idea is batshit insane, trying to reach out to the god that gave them this power without knowing what will happen. But at the same time, Dante had made it clear her magic would be necessary to make it work, and she cannot deny the fact of being curious; of wanting to speak to Thanatos herself. She's one of the last to arrive at the temple, it seems, eyes scanning over the other genasi already around warily. Dante and Daphne are familiar, even if only by acquaintance, but the other is entirely a stranger, and she cannot help but look for Toni. Maven reaches inside the small bag around her waist, pulling out the deep blue enchanted candles she's brought, before setting them around the marked runes and lighting them with her magic. "For communication," she says, in answer to a question no one asked. This magic is still a bit new to her, but hopefully, it'll make the line of communication clearer to reach between the genasi and Thanatos. Blood and candles and runes, just like the night she became a genasi. The thought is of small amusement, as Maven pulls out a blade and cuts along the edge of her palm, allowing her blood to mix with the others. "We your loyal servants, your chosen followers, make this offering and ask for your guidance."

Enzo

Enzo reminded himself why he was doing this. A shot at meeting Thanatos, on his back, over an alter – the air genasi wasn't picky. Brushing off the idea that he would come face to face with a god, he made his way to the temple alongside Dante. The newest genasi was present; the fire witch who'd survived a hell of an ordeal. He'd yet to meet her, though this seemed to be a good time as any. He didn't say much, waiting until Maven was finished before he was rounding out the ritual. It was dangerous and presumptive to call upon a god. Whether or not he would answer would be one thing, and Enzo wasn't exactly confident. It'd get the god's attention, and the spirit witch's offering was a little violent for his own taste, and he wasn't sure what kind of attention that would bring. His own offering was less than, it seemed, as he placed the wood carving down. It acted as a channeler, and he remained silent as he used a knife to cut along the palm of his hand, mixing in his abilities with the other's. The air genasi was unsure of his own goal. Was it immortality to protect a failing heart like his? Perhaps, but there were many problems within the world, and he had little to give. "In you, the end of nature’s works is known, in you, all judgment is absolved alone. No vows revoke the purpose of our souls. Thanatos, regard our ardent prayer."

Freya

Freya was uncertain if this ritual would go over well, or whether it would be successful — a God’s moods were wispy like the wind, and did not so easily bend. But she would be damned if she let the genasi do this on their own. If something went wrong, she could save them. And even if half of them weren’t exactly fond of her, she was ready to do that for any of them. And so she stood still as she watched Dante start the ritual with the earth full of whispers as it reacted to his magic. Then she watched fondly as Daphne continued, with the strength of the sea in her back. The spirit genasi who had come to the stables was next, earning a slight frown from her side, but she did not even bat her lashes as his voice filled the air. A young woman stood in the circle she had not seen before, the fire genasi who looked as if she would go up in flames should anyone come too close. Last was the air genasi, offering his blood to Thanatos. As they worked, Freya’s magic washed over theirs like a blanket, knitting it together, and balancing it out where it was needed. They were strong, and she was the one to bring it all together. She protruded a slim dagger to pull it along her palm, balling her hand into a fist as she turned it around to let her blood drop onto the carved runes. It was the last puzzle piece, and her voice carried on the air as the ritual ended. “Thanatos, I stand here vouching for those worthy of your power. Hear their prayer, and be their guide.”

#discord thread #convo:valkyrie #convo:enzo #convo:maven #convo:saint #convo:daphne

[thecleverdame]

This Is Not A Fairy Tale - One

Alpha!Prince!Sam x Omega!Reader

Story Masterlist 

Summary: You’re a suppressed Omega who is forced into servitude after the death of your father. Your stepmother Naomi is a heartless woman who forces you to do the cooking and cleaning, while she tries to marry off her own two daughters, Alex and Claire. But your life takes a wonderful and dangerous turn when you meet the charming Prince Sam who also happens to be an Alpha.

Warnings: ABO smut, abuse, death of parents, magic

Beta:  ilikaicalie  

*This story is complete and posted on Patreon. Become a patron for a monthly pledge of $2.50 and get access to all my Patreon content. 

-

Once upon a time, you were happy.

There are faint and fading memories that still linger. The face of your father, the scruff of his beard when he kissed you and the way he held you in his arms. He was a warm, kind man with a heart of gold who taught you many useful skills, the most important being how to always find the positive in any situation.

He was your hero, a giant of a man who could do no wrong and made you feel loved and safe. The two of you were tucked away into your own quiet little corner of the world.

He met Naomi when you were eight. She was a blonde, pushy sort of woman who was used to getting her way. She smiled and cooed over you, putting on a show for your father but even as a girl you knew she was poison. There was disdain bubbling under the surface. For many years you thought back on those early days, trying to pinpoint why she harbored such immediate hate.

Now you know. She was jealous. Jealous of your father’s unwavering love and excitement in your company. She wanted him to love her the way he loved you. Perhaps if she had been his first love he could have given her his whole heart. But your mother stole it many years before you were born.

He told you stories of your mother, a strong woman who argued as fiercely as she loved. She died giving birth to you, gave her life to bring you into the world but your father never once made you feel as if it was your fault. He only spoke of how proud she would have been of the little woman you were becoming.

Life was good, despite Naomi’s harsh stares and her two boorish daughters. As long as you had your father, you were willing to share him. For reasons beyond your comprehension, Naomi made him happy, and his happiness was yours in kind.

Six months to the day after they married, your father died. It was an accident, the carriage overturned, he fell and snapped his neck. It was quick and unexpected. You sobbed on the cold stone in front of the hearth, crying into your hands and begging God to bring him back. He was all you had in the world and now, there was nothing.

Naomi didn’t turn you on you all at once. It happened slowly over time. She took the toys from your bedroom, assigned chores that previously belonged to the servants. She ensured that you worked from sunup to sundown, laboring until your fingers bled. Exhaustion drained the fight right out of you and before you knew it, the world was turned upside down.

When your first heat came you were fifteen and living the bowels of the house, sleeping on a bed of straw. You writhed in pain, screaming and crying until Naomi’s daughters, Alex, and Claire found you in a state of pure agony.

“What’s wrong with her?” Claire asked, standing next to her mother as they watched you with interest.

“Is she sick?” Alex leaned forward to inspect you.

“My Lord,” Naomi breathed, staring in disbelief. You were an Omega. She could scarcely believe her eyes. “How is this possible?”

You shouldn’t have existed.

There were only a handful of Omegas left in the world. Betas were commonplace, Alphas were rarer, but not unheard of, but Omegas were coveted, sought-after. This meant you were special, that someone would want you and she couldn’t stand the idea of you being elevated above her or her daughters.

Thirteen Years Later

“Wake up!”

The toe of a boot connects with your ribs, jarring you awake. You sit up on the floor, blinking in confusion.

“What’s happened?” You squint, staring up at your step-mother.

“Get up,” she spits, thrusting a cup of tea toward you. “The girls and I are headed into the city. We want to get an early start, so let’s get this out of the way.”

You groan, looking up at her as you take the mug from her hands. This is your morning ritual. This tea, which is more of a poison, is disgusting and bitter. It drains the life from you, twisting your stomach into a knot and causing nausea that stays with you for days at a time. It’s been slowly killing you for years and someday soon it will do its job. But it keeps your Omega at bay, suppresses your heats and urges. That’s what matters, subduing your instincts.

After she leaves you’re free to get up and begin the day in peace. You change out of your nightgown, inspecting your ribs before pulling on your only dress. The weight has been falling off for a long time, but there’s not much left to lose. Once you had hips and curves, but now you’re wasting away.

The morning chores fly by. Cleaning Alex and Claire’s bedroom takes ten times as long when they’re present. They enjoy throwing clothes onto the floor as you pick them up and hurling insults designed to keep you in your place. Naomi’s room is always the most time consuming, she likes things just so and has a tendency to follow you around, pointing out spots you’ve missed and demanding you start over.

And if you take too long, they beat you. Sometimes with a switch, other times with whatever object is the closest.

But today will have none of that. By the time the sun is high you’re finished with all your daily chores. You will often take a secret nap in the barn in the afternoon, a quick little cat nap so you can make it through the day, but this afternoon the empowerment of freedom is calling your name.

The fields in summer have always been your favorite. There are wildflowers in every direction as far as the eyes can see. You wander to the edge of the forest, then follow the stream just happy to be out in the sun and the warm blowing breeze. The birds sing, flitting from branch to branch and you get lost in the memory of better times.

Coming upon a clearing, you head to the willow tree with her branches hanging nearly to the ground. Underneath her shade, there is a soft bed of moss and you lie down, staring up at the beams of sunlight shining between the narrow leaves.

You're almost asleep when you hear the hooves of a horse. Emerging from underneath the branches you coming face to face with a tall, handsome man. He stops short, the reigns of his horse in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he offers with a small bow. “I didn’t realize there was anyone out here.”

“I was quite hidden.” You look him over trying to decide if he’s any kind of a threat. A woman alone in the country is an easy target for rapscallions, but he doesn’t seem the sort.

His clothes alone tell you of his wealth, and his demeanor has the self-assurance of someone who’s accustomed to a position of stature.

“Would you like me to leave you?” He looks from you to his horse, his eyes lingering on your face. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“There is no intrusion,” you smile. “I was under the impression that this place was my secret, but I don’t mind sharing.”

“Good,” he stares at you, a big, broad smile revealing white teeth. “I was out for a ride and decided to stop to eat. Would you like to join me?”

“Oh, thank you, but I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“I have more than enough.”

Before you have the chance to protest he’s pulling his saddlebag off the horse, and unrolling a blanket to layout on the ground.

“I don’t want to take advantage of your hospitality.” You’re nervous, small excitement at this personable stranger.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon than having lunch with a beautiful woman.”  

You blush and he chuckles, taking your hand to lower you onto the blanket. The instant his skin touches your hand you feel it, a rush of heat that seems to beeline right for your heart.

“Thank you,” you sputter focused on straightening your skirts.

“Of course.”

He’s looking at you but you don’t meet his gaze, afraid of giving away this embarrassing attraction. You’ve never responded like this to any man before, but he is quite a breathtaking specimen of the gender.

He unrolls several cloths, laying out a feast of bread, cheese, sweet fruits, and wine.

For the first time in nearly a year, your stomach settles and you enjoy the food in front of you. He was right, he has enough to feed ten men and you eat until your belly is full.

“What’s your name?” he asks, tearing away a bite of bread with his teeth.

“Y/N.” You take a sip of the wine. “And you?”

“Sam.” He watches you until you’re forced to look away. “Forgive me, I have this feeling as if we’ve met before. There’s something so familiar about you.”

“I think I would remember you.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself, and immediately recoil. “I only meant, you’re very tall. Hard to forget.”

“Well,” he grins, breaking a piece of cheese in two, handing you half. “I would remember you as well. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a woman as magnificent as you.”

“My God,” you suck in a breath, looking away from him as your cheeks burn hot.

“Forgive me, I’m being too forward. I’m not normally this bold with someone I’ve just met.”

“Where do you live?” you ask, desperate to turn the conversation around. “Perhaps we have bumped into each other and simply don’t remember.”

“In the city.”

“I’ve been to the city many times, what district?”

He waits for a moment as if considering the authenticity of your question.

“The castle.”

The castle. Your mind processes a million tiny pieces of information all at once. The fine gold thread of his clothes, the horse, the leather of the saddle and the ruby red ring around his middle finger.

Dear God in heaven.

“You are...Prince Samuel?” you ask but you already know the answer, suddenly frightened.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, reaching out as you stand up.

“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have left the house and now I’m taking up your time.”

“Stop,” he commands and you freeze as he stands. “Please, don’t run away. While we don’t know each other, I do find your presence...calming. I can’t explain it, but I hope you might feel it too.”

You do. Your aching bones and tired body feel alive, in perfect working order.

“I am no one, my lord.” You look at the ground, unsure of why you’re so afraid. Noami has you conditioned, fearful of consequences at every turn.

“On the contrary, you are a truly remarkable creature.”

“You shouldn’t say such things.” Your eyes tick up, sneaking a look at him but only for a second.

“Right.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m not normally a man who speaks in such a way to a lady. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You gulp, gathering courage and looking him in the eyes. “I should go home but I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want you to, either.” His jaw clenches and then he gestures toward the blanket. “Shall we sit and talk for a while?”

“I’d like that.” You sit, side by side, staring out into the field talking but not really listening because all you can focus on is how wonderful he smells. It’s a scent that grows stronger with each passing moment, curling around you like smoke and settling right into your bones.

It finally dawns on you. He’s an Alpha. You’ve never met one in person before, they’re a rarity, but the King and both his sons are Alphas. Perhaps that’s the reason for your bold demeanor.

“You live nearby?” he asks, eyes flitting from your mouth to your neck. There’s sweat pooling in the dip between his collar bones and you’re fixated on it.

“Close enough.”

“And do you enjoy...living in the country?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Will you forgive my indecency, but can I just…” he leans forward, waiting for you to stop him but you’re frozen in place.

Sam lowers his face to your neck, the very tip of his nose touching under your ear and a shiver shoots from the back of your skull all the way down to your toes. He draws in a deep breath, making a small, strangled noise before pulling back.

His eyes are lit up with surprise and confusion.

“You’re an Omega,” he whispers, looking in amazement as if you are indeed some wild spectacle.

“Yes,” you mutter, stuck in this moment, unable to move. He’s very close, inches away from your face. He’s breathtakingly handsome...this will surely be the death of you.

“I didn’t know there were any of your kind left in this part of the world.”

“My step-mother hid me away,” you explain softly, looking down at your work-worn palms.

“Who are you?” He takes your hands in his, big rough hands that squeeze you tight.

Eyes fluttering closed you try to ignore how wonderful his touch feels. You wish he would wrap his arms around you and hold you, never letting go.

“I told you.” You’re suddenly overcome with emotion, tears pooling in your eyes. “I am no one.”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth, Omega.” He’s closer now, eyes darting from your lips to your throat, then your bosom. There’s a frenzy building, you both feel it.

You whimper when he calls you Omega. No man has ever used your title before, no less an Alpha.

“I scrub floors.” Your lids flutter, breathing him in.

“I don’t care.” Two fingers touch under your chin, tilting your face up to him.

There’s an ache between your thighs the likes of which you’ve never felt before. A throb that’s emanating from your bud and sending a desperate need out in every direction. Breath flutters and the rest of the world goes silent as you both feel any semblance of restraint slipping away.

“I don’t think we should be alone together,” you say.

“No, probably not.” He doesn’t look away, still holding your face up to his. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod yes, unable to speak.

His lips are gentle at first. The warm press of his mouth is wonderful and opens up a world you never knew existed. When you sigh his tongue curls into your mouth, wet and slick over your own as he forages deeper.

Before you know what’s happening you’re lying on your back with Sam hovering above you, his mouth moving from your mouth down your jaw. He nips at your chin, teeth scraping down your throat as you roll your hips in search of more.

“Can I touch you?” he asks again.

“Yes.” Your voice is broken, but you manage at least a single word as his hand snakes under your skirt.

Long fingers trail over your thigh, moving higher and higher until he’s right there.

“Have you ever been touched before?” he inquires, the pads of his fingers moving slowly up and down close enough to your sex that he can feel the heat on his knuckles.

“No,” you admit. You’ve scarcely touched yourself, never had the inclination. But something about Sam has ignited a dormant need inside you.

He grunts, watching your face as the tip of his thumb dips between your folds. Everything down there is wet heat, and slick, dripping for his touch. He rubs his thumb up and down the length of your pussy, sinking in a little deeper but only teasing.

And then his thumb moves up to your clit and you think you might perish here and now. You’re sweating, gasping and wiggling as he rubs you with a well-placed touch. It’s not long until there’s the build up, pleasure stacking upon pleasure and the world explodes. He presses gently with two fingers either side of your clit, keeping firm pressure as you cum. Legs stiffen, toes curl and you cry out the only word that makes sense.

“Alpha!”

“Omega,” he growls back, dipping down to kiss your lips.

There’s a bulge in his trousers, pressing firm into your hip and you’d like to explore more of him when you hear the church bells ringing in the distance. The chimes shock you back into reality and you sit up, pushing him off you.

“I have to go!” You’re panicked, a shaking hand over your mouth.

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go.” Sam offers. He watches in confusion as you adjust your dress, cheeks still red from your peak.

“No! You can’t!” you sputter. “I’m sorry but I have to get back. It’s six and I need to be home when they return!”

“When who returns? Why won’t you let me-”

“I’m sorry,” you stop, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. “Goodbye, Alpha.”

Before Sam can stop you, your sprint off toward the woods.

#alpha sam winchester #alpha!sam x omega!reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fanfiction

[clareguilty]

If you're willing to write Arthur/Sadie, I'd love something a bit fluffy and bittersweet about Sadie doing something downright domestic for Arthur (mending his shirt, etc), out of necessity and feeling a pang of regret remembering when she used to do it for her husband. Arthur himself is surprised, flattered, and a little touched. A few days later they both get a little tipsy and kiss and immediately pull away, both having doubts about moving beyond friendship.

I’m so sorry this took so long anon its literally one of the greatest prompts ive ever received and I wanted to do it justice but i wound up hurting myself in the process. Thank you so much for this I hope you’re able to see this and I hope its what you wanted

Arthur Morgan & Sadie Adler | Rating: General? Contains mucho angst | Word Count: ~1100

“My God, Arthur, you’re filthy.” Sadie regarded him over the brim of her coffee cup. He was splattered from head to toe in mud and Lord knows what else.

He shot her an unamused stare. “Goddamn gators in this goddamn swamp,” he muttered.

It certainly looked like he had been wrestling gators. His shirt had a tear across the shoulder and there was a nasty bruise blooming on his cheekbone. 

Sadie took pity on him. “Alright,” she set her cup down and tugged at his mud soaked shirt. “Off. Now.”

Arthur hesitated.

“Unless you wanna wash it yourself,” Sadie raised her hands, palms out. “I just figured you wanted it mended.”

“No I- You don’t have to do that,” he assured her. 

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to. That’s why I’m offering.” She rolled her eyes. It was like no one had shown this man kindness before in his life. She helped him out of his shirt and trousers, teasing him and poking a finger through the holes in his threadbare union suit. He yelped and swatted her hand away.

“Dammit, woman. You’re a menace.” His words were harsh, but he was smiling. It looked good on him, mirth. She didn’t see it often enough.

“I’ll get these washed and mended, and I’ll leave them by your things.” She held the filthy clothes at arms length.

“Thank you, Mrs. Adler,” Arthur placed a hand on her arm. “You’re too good for us.”

“And Arthur?” she asked, “Please try and stay away from the gators.”

“I’ll do my best.” He shook his head. He looked ridiculous, still splattered with mud and wandering around in nothing but his faded union suit. Sadie hid her smile as she headed to the wash basin.

-

Washed and stitched, she left Arthur’s clothes folded neatly on his bed. As she smoothed out the wrinkles, something wet splashed on her hand.

She was crying. The pain in her chest that she had done such a good job of ignoring now ripped through her.

She had done this before. She had been here before, with a different man’s clothes, on a bed she shared. A choked sob pushed past her lips.

She still loved Jake. He was everything to her. Yet here she was, mending Arthur’s clothes. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Arthur, but Jake was still her husband. 

The world started closing in around her, like it had in the cellar of her own home. Nothing but ashes now.

Sadie started walking. She needed to be gone. She needed to be away.

Bob carried her through the trees, out to the open plains. She could breathe again. Under a sky so big, a horizon so wide, she didn’t feel trapped. Collapsing into the grass, she let out a ragged scream.

She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t give up on Jake. She couldn’t abandon his memory while his killers still ran free.

They had to die. Every last one of them. And when they were gone, not a single O’Driscoll left, Sadie would follow them into hell.

It wasn’t until nightfall that Sadie made her way back to camp. Arthur noticed her red-rimmed eyes, but didn’t say anything.

Three days later, a wrapped parcel appeared on Sadie’s bedroll. Inside were two beautiful cattlemen revolvers and a harmonica. Arthur was nowhere to be found.

She wept again.

The harmonica never made a sound, but it stayed tucked into her pocket at all times. The revolvers were polished and loaded, and Marston took her out to get the feel of them. Three rabbits later, she considered herself pretty acquainted with the new gifts and John wore a combined expression of fear, awe, and respect.

Arthur turned up a few days later, nursing a gunshot wound and in bad need of a shave. Sadie sat him down and washed and bandaged the graze, chastising him the entire time. He groused and snapped, but let her work.

“You like the guns okay?” he asked.

“I love them. Thank you, Arthur.”

She finished tying off the last bandage and gave his mess of a beard a playful yank. “Looks like a muskrat decided to start living on your chin.”

“I’m gonna trim it. Don’t keep a mirror in my saddlebags.”

“Don’t go too crazy, you look nice with a little bit of scruff.”

Arthur turned as pink as Mary-Beth’s skirts.

-

Halfway through a bottle of whiskey, and Sadie felt lighter than she had since before snowfall. She ruffled Jack’s hair and squeezed Abigail’s hand, stumbling towards the campfire where the loudest of the men were drinking.

Arthur patted the seat next to him and she fell right into it. She was closer to Arthur than she meant to be, but she didn’t bother to scoot away.

“In good spirits tonight, Sadie?” he asked with a grin. He had had a few beers already as well, cheeks rosy and eyes bright. It was a night worth celebrating. Jack was home. Abigail was happy. John was… John was something alright. 

“Of course,” she waggled her bottle. “Who doesn’t love a happy family?”

They drank and watched and laughed, leaning against each other. The warmth was nice, as was the feel of Arthur’s hair when Sadie reached up to ruffle it.

-

The fire was low. Ash and embers. Sadie was slumped against Arthur, tucked under his arm even though Lemoyne was always too hot and humid and Arthur generated heat like a bear. 

“You need some sleep,” he nudged her. 

She groaned and blinked up at him.

“C’mon,” he tried to pull her to her feet.

She moved without thinking – booze was good at that. Her arms looped around Arthur’s neck and she dragged him forward. Her lips missed at first, grazing his cheek. On her second try, she found her mark.

Arthur didn’t move for a long moment, then he took Sadie gently by the shoulder and pushed her away. “Mrs. Adler…”

The name hurt more than ever before. Sobering. Devastating. Humiliating.

She wanted to say something. To apologize. To explain herself. The only sound she could manage was a choked sob, a barely contained wail.

Arthur kept his distance, unsure. The kiss had been nice, but wrong. Too many memories that didn’t sit right. Mary. Eliza. Sadie.

They would be fine. They were both capable of moving past this. But it still hurt. In the moment.

Sadie shook her head, trying to find an ounce of sense beyond the booze. “I just-” She looked up at Arthur, and he remembered the night the found her, the night she lost everything. The same scared woman Micah dragged out of the cellar. Nearly unrecognizable under the strength she wore everyday.

And she was gone. Staggering off into the dark. Arthur too much of a coward to go after her.

#arthur morgan & sadie adler #arthur/sadie #arthur morgan x sadie adler #arthur morgan/sadie adler #arthur x sadie #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #sadie adler #angst #ask #anon #fanfiction requests #request fic #requests #sadithur

[especially-in-heaven]

HOW TO TAME AN OUTLAW - Allan A-dale/OC Fanfic

FANFICTION LINK | CHAPTER 1 |

Prologue: A Girl with a flower crown

8th September, In the year of our lord, 1183.

Wrap. Tuck. Pin. And hope for the best. Be careful not to prick your finger.

Or at least that was the advice Elaine had learnt to making a flower crown. Actually, choosing the flowers was the hard part as the colours needed to work together. Yellow daffodils for the base, Elaine Walker smiled with satisfaction, and for decoration, a bunch of lilac's threaded through. Once she tucked the last pin in place, she held it out to herself, turning and twisting to admire her work. The girls were already playing in the field. If she waited any longer, she'd miss the travelling festival through the village, going onto Knighton and with her mother's strict rules, she wasn't to leave the boundaries of Clun.

Three solid raps on the door followed. Sarah was outside. She always made the best crowns. pink roses intwined with ivy. Elaine was meant to ask where did she find such beautiful flowers inside the village?

"'Lainey, are you coming?"

"Just two seconds." She called back, firmly placing the crown on her head and twirling. Before she left, she caught her reflection in the edge of a kitchen knife. Lovely.

She was just about to leave when her sister hobbled up behind her. With sticky fingers, she grabbed the ends of Elaine's white cloak and begged in a whimper, "Can't I come?"

"That's up to mother." She dismissed.

"Mumma says I can come if you'll look after me."

"Ugh, Meghan. I just want to go to the festival. I don't have time to make another crown."

She could see Sarah waiting outside. They planned to go together; she didn't want to keep her waiting so shoved Meghan aside and fled. The festival music chiming from the hills where the cherry trees grew. In the soft wind, the air infested with a confetti of pink petals. For once, Clun Village was charmed with banners and music.

Arms wrapped between one another, her and Sarah giggled together until their legs beat their heads and they started racing to the top. Elaine won, only because Sarah's dress held her down. They joined the fray of other girls dancing merrily to the tunes. The long grass not fazing them, nor the mud already worn down on her white silk dress. Sarah was quickly dragged by the elbow, a nice man with a nice beard twirled her around. Elaine continued to clap to the beat, forgetting completely -as the band continued through the village, up past the cherry trees and into the trees - her promise to her mother.

"This is brilliant!" Sarah found her again, beaming merrily. Her face red from dancing with the stranger, and new addition of rose flowers prickled in her hair. "Why don't we have festivals every day like this."

"Because not every day is Prince Richard's birthday."

Flutes played - Oh god, how she loved flutes. Dancing to its mellow tune until she'd spun so much the world did also. Nothing felt better than the forest pines under her feet, watching as the leaves twisted in circles as she moved her body.

The trees parted and Knighton hall appeared on her left, Elaine jolted to a stop. She'd only just realised how far she'd gone.

Never had she travelled this far without her mother or father. They'd sometimes come to trade her father's crops for wool here. She recognised the market stand. The Apple tree looked familiar. And Maid Marian of course, everyone knew her. Rosy cheeked and gorgeous, merely thirteen years of age. She didn't join in with the dancing, simply observing with a smile until a young boy took her hand. Sir Edward, her father, rolled his eyes and she giggled, already swept away by the boy into the crowd.

Elaine turned her attention back to her current predicament. She hadn't meant to leave the village, but the music and dancing spun her thoughts away until it was too late.

Needling through the crowd of white, she found Sarah. Two men in either hand and spinning so fast it hurt Elaine's eyes.

"Can I steal her for a second?" She asked, fighting back the panic swirling through her head.

Sarah escaped and Elaine pulled her aside. She urged quickly, "How are we going to get back?"

"Back?" Sarah gaped, "I'm not going back, I'm staying with a friend in Nottingham once this festival ends."

"You never told me that!"

"I didn't realise you needed to know."

Elaine slammed her leg down, in a tantrum of frustration. "Well what am I going to do now? I told mother I wouldn't leave the village and I completely forgot! I don't know how to get back to Clun."

"It's easy. Just follow the path back." But the festival was already moved so far past Knighton hall that the forest edge had disappeared around the corner. "Or come to Nottingham with me and we'll travel back tomorrow with my friend's family."

"Mother won't like that."

"She'd rather you be safe," Sarah reasoned sensibly. Rather rushed, Sarah looked back at the festival. It's music and colour radiating the air, and Elaine knew she wanted to get back to it.

"I should start walking," Elaine decided. Already, she'd held Sarah back and her many suitors would be waiting to twirl her around again. The girls were moving fast into the age of trying to find husbands, and for Sarah it was paramount with her recently deceased father to secure financial safety.

"If you want to do that. Just please be careful."

Be careful. Yes – outlaws and beasts lived deep in the heart of Sherwood forest. Elaine wasn't sure what was worse. The tales of yellow eyes monsters, with fangs, leaching on the innocent. So many bedtime stories, that she didn't know if they were tales supposed to be about outlaws or animals.

Sarah was quick to dance back to the party, and Elaine turned with Clun in mind. The forest loomed closer with each step and so did the spike of her heart. Beating. Pumping. The image of outlaws with fangs and patchy skin came to mind. She was sure she saw one or two peeking around the edge of trees – no, that was just her imagination.

They hadn't turned any corners during the dance, had they? She truly couldn't remember and decided to carry on straight with each turn in the road. The forest grew in an arch above her and she couldn't even make out where the sun was to work out her direction. God. Was she lost? Breathe, breathe, breathe… the skies darkened, trees became silhouettes. The constant thought that her mother must be so worried about her, kept her moving. Every whistle of wind, rustle of leaves and owl hoot sent Elaine reeling. She surely hadn't been dancing this long, so why was she walking so far?

"Tom!" Someone hissed. A human voice. An angry human voice.

Elaine jumped. She hadn't heard anything but animal noises for the past hour. She spun, trying to work out where it had come from. She could only see trees. Green blurred around her as he eyes pricked to hear anything even slightly differently-

Something moved. Startled, Elaine stepped back. Without a plan, her body on instinct dashed to the side of path. Maybe if she got to the trees she could hide. Whatever it was, heavy footsteps followed after her. Pinching her eyes shut, preferring not to see whatever it was. Suddenly, a great weight slammed against her. She tumbled forward, head moving faster than her body. Rush of blood swam to her head. Barely managing to catch herself with her hands before she hit the mud.

Roughly, she was pulled around and something hard pushed against her throat. She wanted to scream, but a strange stillness took over her muscles, paralysing her in place.

"Give me all your money!"

"I don't – I don't have any money. Please."

The boy pushed the object harder into her neck.

"I said give over the money!"

He was only a boy, no older than Elaine. His hair ruffled and dirt smudged into his face. If he was an outlaw, he certainly didn't look like the pictures Elaine had painted in her head.

Behind him, another figure approached. I'm outnumbered, she thought in a stir of panic. Thump, thump, thump – was that the sound of another person approaching. No – Just the sound of her heart. She needed to think clearly. Scrunching her nose up to stop the pulsing, she focused on the scene in front of her.

The approaching figure looked similar to the boy, but older. Muscles more defined and beard growing through. Most noticeably, his eyes were a piercing blue. A brother, perhaps?

From the scruff of his neck, he tugged the younger boy on top of Elaine up, like a dog would their pup.

"Tom," the older one growled, "What are you playin' at?"

"What was I playing at?" The boy – Tom – echoed, "I was thinking about getting a decent bed tonight. Or do you wanna sleep on this floor again?"

"Oi, you were the one who ran away from home. I just followed."

Tom jabbed a finger at Elaine. It was then she noticed a knife hadn't been in his hand, but a very blunt stick. She'd been afraid for nothing. "Allan, we wanna live this way, we gotta steal from the people."

"I didn't want to live like this." the older one snapped, clearly irritation by his younger brothers' behaviour. "But she clearly don't have anything. Do you see a purse?"

Whilst they fought, Elaine considered crawling away. However, as the conversation turned to her on the floor, so did their eyes and soon both of them were staring back at her.

"We don't need money, maybe her cloak'll sell for something?"

"Tom, are you thick?"

"What?"

The older one groaned, his eyes popping from his skull. "She's a girl. How's it going to look if we go into Nottingham with a girl's muddy cloak and try and sell it."

Elaine clung the cloak around herself. Her mother had hand stitched this herself and was the most lavish thing she owned… but if it came to it, she'd gladly take it off and give it to them if it meant saving her life. Grabbing at the ties, she undid it and shook it from her shoulders. With trembling hands, she offered it to them.

Neither of them noticed for a minute, still bickering amongst themselves the way siblings do. Then, slowly Tom frowned and took note of the cloak offered to him. Viciously, he snatched it from her grip.

"Ah, see, the girls got some sense. She knows we'll kill 'er otherwise."

The older one snatched it back. "With what? A stick… here, take it." He offered it back kindly, his voice smoothing out as he spoke to her. "We don't want your cloak."

"Allan. That's good money there!"

Elaine shivered, "You're – You're not going to kill me?"

"No," Allan puffed a laugh as if the very idea was ridiculous and was now crouched in front of her. "My brother's the biggest wuss I know, I doubt he'd be able to hurt you."

Tom heaved a huff, "Shut up will you."

"Maybe don't go around, tackling teenage girls then, you idiot."

I just want to go home. Her father's warm embrace was waiting for her, as was her mother's carrot soup. She promised she'd keep it steaming for her. Edging up, she felt confident enough that they wouldn't harm her again, at least while the older brother was there. She made sure to keep him in between them as she rose from her knees.

But as she went to stand, her heel caught the back of her dress and she tripped again. Expecting the hard thud of the forest floor, Allan's arms instead caught her wrists and she remained standing.

"Uh – thank you."

"Look, I'm sorry about my brother. He's a right pain in the arse." Tom rolled his eyes and sulked off into the darkness of the trees. Elaine hoped to never see him again. "Just – uh, please don't tell anyone about this."

If she got out of here without getting killed, she'd be thanking them. Instead of saying this pathetic line, she simply nodded.

Allan mumbled a quite thanks and turned off the forest path to find his brother.

Almost alone again, Elaine spun in confusion. The fading light had gone now and all that was left was a shimmer of moonlight and stars seeping through the trees to guide her way. She didn't even know what way she'd come from.

"Do you…" Finding her voice, she tried again, "Do you know which way Clun is?"

Allan shrugged but looked around as if he'd find a sign that would give him the answer. "I'm sorry, I've got no clue. I'm not from around here. But there was a village just a bit down there that had these pink trees in it."

Delight sprung through her and every ounce of fear she'd just felt immediately evaporated. "Thank you so much!"

"Uh- don't mention it," Allan shrugged, his face darkening in shadow the further he backed away, "Good luck."

"You too," She sung happily. Not bothering to wait around to be attacked again, Elaine sped off, the wind ripping a thousand miles per hour across her ears. She had no intention of being attacked again.

As Clun Village sunk into her vision again, she looked to the sky and said a little prayer for Allan, the blue-eyed wanderer. His brother would surely get him in trouble if he wasn't careful.

#robin hood bbc #bbc robin hood #robin hood #allan a-dale #httao #fanfiction #myfanfic #myedits #how to tame an outlaw #elaine walker #alliene #aka my otp

[multifan-fics]

At Arm’s Length

Pairing: FinanxReader

Word Count: 1869

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Violence, Season 3 Spoilers, Break Up, Making up, Kissing, Mentions of Sex, 

The pub was full to burst after the most recent victory, won of course by the Coccham crew. The smell of spilt ale and the sweat of men invades all your senses as you’re trying to make your way through the crowd. The men were everywhere and by the Gods it felt like another war just trying to reach your intended target. Alas, all wars must end, and you can finally see the men of the hour before you. The Lord Uhtred with his ever present smile, Sihtric who though usually more subdued is now snorting like a pig with laughter, and there he was. Finan, with all his big smiles and booming laughter that seeps the anger from your bones like water through a sieve, but you were not going to be so easily swayed. Not tonight. Not after the long months since you last saw him. He had crossed you for the last time and for the love of all things, you had had quite enough. The long brooding nights plotting your revenge nay justice, you took into account the effect he had on you. No matter. You’d waited for far too long and suffered through too many sleepless nights to let this go unpunished. 

You paced the floor of your house, only breaking for brief moments to stare incredulously at him before resuming. 

“You’ll wear a hole in the floor, woman. Sit down.” He’d said more exasperated than you’d ever seen him. You stared at him incredulously. Sit? He wanted you to sit? He’d just settled the most unnerving news upon you and he wanted you to sit? Was he out of his mind? You felt like if you sat down right now, your boiling blood might start to poor out of your ears. 

“How can you possibly ask me to sit down, knowing what you said?” you fumed “How can you sit down knowing what you said?” 

“It’s a matter of perspective, really…” he said just loud enough for you to hear. With the way his shoulders slumped you could tell he was tired, and possibly a little relieved to get this off his chest. 

“Perspective?” you scoffed now, hardly hearing yourself with the blood pumping in your ears “ You’ve just told me you’re leaving me with no explanation other than you ‘can’t stay’? You expect me to accept that? I have given you everything I possibly could. And you’re just going to walk away from me, from us, without a backward glance? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” 

Finan rises from his seat and takes a few broad strides to meet you, barely a foot away. A part of you wants to reach out and caress his face; pretend that this is just some nightmare and forget it ever happened. Another part of you wants to reach out and smack him. Beat him until some idea of sense enters his dense skull and he sees that what he’s doing is a mistake. Neither option would yield any good, so you keep your hands to your sides with your hands balled into tight fists; knuckles going white and nails biting into skin. For just a moment, he looked like he was going to touch you. Wrap you into his arms just like he always used to. Run his hand over your hair and whisper into your ear how everything was going to be okay. Then his face hardened, as if making a decision, and he states his case plainly:

“What we had, it was all a lie. A way to keep my bed warm at night without wasting all my coin at the whorehouse. I wish you had never trusted me. I wish I could just magically become a better person but I can’t. I’m not a good man, (Y/N). The sooner you realize that, the better.” 

He left shortly after that, leaving you to spill every tear you had and more into your pillow that night. Within the next weeks, your pain and sadness and loss had turned to rage. You were not going to take this lying down. You were going to take back your pride and self worth, even if you had to pry it from his cold dead hands. 

And there he was, with all his pompous stance and complete disregard for anybody around him save for his precious Lord. No more. You didn’t even bother speaking. He didn’t even see you as you grabbed his armour by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out. 

“Woah, woah there” he slurred drunkenly “If you wanted to bed me so badly you could have just said so instead of-” he starts, but the words die on his lips when he sees you. Your name slips from his lips softly, as if he were surprised to see you. You scoff, watching his as he sobers considerably. 

“What are you-”

“What am I doing here? What am I going to do?” you retort, mocking him severely. You had dragged him from the alehouse to a grassy clearing near the city’s walls. It was dark already, what with winter coming on, and you could see the heavy fall of his breath in the air from the cold. 

“I’m here for a damned better explanation than that which you gave. And if you won’t offer one willingly, I’ll beat it out of you”. It was his turn to snicker, as if he thought that you weren’t capable of such a thing. Beyond any limits and blind to everything but your pain and anger, you swung at him, leaving a small cut from the ring you wore. When he recovered from the force of it, he shot you a look of pure surprise and you took this opportunity to slap him again, this time backhanded, and he nearly falls to the floor. You watch him as he stumbles over his feet, trying to regain his balance. Too angry to care that it felt like beating a defenseless child, you kicked him, finally tipping him over his center of gravity and sending him face first into the dirt. He groaned, a curse falling from his split lip as he tries to push himself up. Your breathing was laboured, your hands hurt from the force of the blows you’d landed on him, and you considered kicking him now, as he struggled to rise, but thought better of it. It was more satisfying to see his face when you struck him anyways. 

“Get up!” you yelled “Get up and look at what you’ve caused! There was no reason for you to do what you did, but you did it anyways! I demand an answer!” You screamed hoarsely. As he managed to right himself enough to sti in the grass, you went to hit him again but stopped mid-swing. 

“I had no choice!” 

Your arm fell to your side. No choice? No Choice?! “There is always a choice, you blithering idiot!” you scream.

“Have you not seen what happened to Uhtred? What happened to Beocca? Men like us don’t get to have wives and live happily ever after! We don’t deserve that happiness that is so easily granted to others. I’ve witnessed Uhtred lose a good woman, and know that he has lost two others. I refuse to watch as the same thing happens to me!” he says. He’d started off shouting, but finished in a broken, quiet voice “ I can’t; Not after all that I’ve already lost”. 

The anger and sorrow that you’d held onto for the past months leaves you with your breath. You knew it. There was no way to share what you both had shared and leave it for such a reason. 

“When I was away from Coccam, away from you, I was… I was lost. But I know that at least I could give you a good life, away from the fighting. From the many threats that hover over all our heads constantly. I could only hope to keep you away from that. You are too precious to me to involve you in such a life.” 

You sank to your knees now, a hair’s breadth away from him and still almost unable to understand the words he was speaking. 

“You are a fool, Finan, to think that I fear such a life. I’d rather to love and to lose than to never have loved at all” your voice was shaking now, and so were your hands. You’re so full of so many emotions it’s impossible to name an exact feeling. YOu slowly reach your hand up to caress his face, and though he first flinches away from the tough, he melts into it in a second. Eyes closed, he rubs his cheek into your palm like your touch was all he needed to live, beyond the luxuries of drink and food and air. 

“I won’t leave you. Not for a palace, for a sea of gold, nothing could tempt me to sway from your side for a moment. Whether you like it or not, Finan the Agile, we are bonded by the powers that be and there is nothing to be done about it.” 

You watch him, seeing as his resolve breaks into a million pieces and he caves, scooping you into his arms. They’re warmer than you remembered, but that may well be the cold wind which makes them seem warmer by contrast. No matter. You were where you have needed to be for so long. 

He pulls you back, but only enough to brush his lips against yours, as if asking permission for the kisses that were already his to take. You push forward, pressing your lips to his and he is lost in you. It feels like flowers are blooming in your chest as his soft lips caress yours ever so gently. It’s as if he’s afraid that you’ll disappear in a plume of smoke. His hands grasp at you in stark contrast, drawing you so close to him like he’s drowning and you’re the gasp of air he needs to survive. He tastes of ale but it's the sweetest taste you've ever felt. He’s beautiful, even with a face covered in dirt and blood. So beautiful you lack the words to describe it. 

You hear cheering in the distance, and you whip your head to the side to see Uhtred and Sihtric clapping and laughing and whistling like madmen. You hide your blush in the crook of Finan’s neck. 

“It’s about time!” Yells Uhtred, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Maybe he’ll finally shut up about you!” yells Sihtric. 

“Fat chance of that, you bunch of turds. Now will ye leave me be? I’ve some business to catch up on.” Finan yells back to the pair. You could hear his smile. 

“Don’t take too long, the king will be here in a week or so” says Uhtred, walking away and leaving you both to the cold night air. 

Finan entwines his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck and gently pulls, earning a soft moan from you as you pull back from his neck and follow his grasp until you’re facing him. 

“So, back home then?” 

#Finan #Finan tlk #finan the agile #angst #the last kingdom #tlk #Finan angst #angst to fluff

[werezmastarbucks]

Whitmore Guy - xenomorph

Whitmore Guy masterlist 

word count: 3076

warnings: things get serious

Four days later Y/N decided she should visit Mal and see how he is. Lord knows how he’s going to cope with all this. Elena suggested, in a flare of her classical empathy stroke, to help out with compelling if they find out the guy’s not doing good. Y/N went chilly inside upon imagining a sociopath derived of feelings, forgetting why there’s a whole in his mind.

Before showing up on his doorstep, she dropped by at the shop and bought him some ice cream. She didn’t recall talking about ice cream with Mal, which was strange, but she put all her faith in that bubble gum flavor would do good. It was her favorite, and the two of them had it all similar, plus, Mal was really into chemical, artificial stuff to put in his mouth. A big bucket of bright blue frozen mass held neatly under her arms, she entered the block of flats and got to the fourth floor. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it swung open, so energetically, as usual, like there was a tornado behind it.

Mal let his scruff grow, and now he looked about five years older, and even more handsome. His hands still had dark small cuts from the debris of the table.

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed. Y/N eyed him carefully. The dude was wearing his jean jacket and sweatpants, and he looked smashing, but also, not pale enough. He didn’t even have swollen eyes or grey bruises around them. He looked perfectly healthy, mature, and happy to see her.

“Y/N, are you reading my mind?” he took the ice cream bucket from her and pushed the door, letting her in.

She entered his place with curiosity. Y/N hasn’t been inside yet; should she happen to give him a lift, she usually let him out of the car outside and drove away.

It was messy as hell, like a normal dude’s apartment. The only neatly organized space was kitchen, where all the cutting boards, knives and plates lay in their places, all the ketlery seemingly kept in one color palette.

His room, though, was an expression of his temper. Bed was full of candy packages, and his clothes, his pastel and black hoodies, jeans and t-shirts scattered around the floor. He wasn’t completely mental though: his jackets and coats were hung in the closet, on hangers. The big TV was on, prepped against the wall right opposite his bed; Netflix was paused indicating that he’s been watching Alien.

“This is perfect”, he puffed, pulling his jacket off and throwing in onto a chair. “I was just about to go out for the ice cream, and there you are, like a little fairy, granting my deepest desires”.

He crashed back on bed, his lively black eyes fixated on her. Y/N stood above it, unsure what to do.

“Are you doing okay, Mal?”

He opened his mouth, looking at her, while he lay in his bed, stomach up, like a cat.

“Yeah, what do you mean?”

Two seconds passed until a bulb lit up in the depths of his brain.

“Oh, yes, of course. Martha’s dead. Love of my life is gone and I will never see her again. But I’m fine”.

Y/N took off her leather jacket and threw it on the same chair, to pair it with Mal’s. Thing was, she didn’t mind mess much as long as it wasn’t completely biologically hazardous. Clean kitchen did that for her.

“Care to elaborate? How did you manage to cope with it in four days? I thought you’d need a lot of support, quite frankly”.

She put the bucket on the nighstand and opened it with her nails.

“Do you have a spoon?”

Mal looked down his bed and then put his arm under the pillow, looked around the room and finally spotted a spoon on the stand under the TV. Y/N took it and stabbed the stone-frozen blue stuff. She sat on the bed, thanking heavens that Mal thought to move to give her some space. He took the bucket from her and unpaused the movie.

“You’ve seen this?”

“You kidding?”

She prepped herself against the pillow and sat comfortably.

“I had such a big crush on Sigourney Weaver when it first came out…” there were traces of tenderness in Mal’s voice.

“Repeat that, slower”, Y/N eyed him as he took a spoonful in his mouth.

“Well, obviously, I mean when it came out, like, for me. Don’t pick on my words, I’m mourning”.

“You don’t look like you are”.

“God, you’re lucky you’re cute and bring me food, lady”, Mal shook his head slowly, never looking away from the TV. “Hold on, he’s gonna start feeding now”.

They both allowed all their concentration into the movie. To be honest, Y/N loved that one.

“I love him so much”, she whispered under her breath as the Xenomorph jumped down from the ceiling, sweeping a guy away so fast it was almost like when vampires did it.

“Yeah?” Mal smiled. “You want some?”

Y/N nodded and took the spoon.

“He’s fast, and he’s perfect. He never talks too much, he just feeds and kills, you know. Even Predators admitted that Aliens were the best hunting prey and that they had a kind of respect for them because how awesome they are. Look at him. He’s so stealthy and pitch black, he’s flawless”.

“You wanna fuck a Xenomorph?” he asked with uncertainty.

“I guess I like all things terrible”.

Mal nodded with understanding.

The plot went on as they were slowly consuming ice cream, like a couple of disgruntled schoolchildren, only, they were both way too adult to be dramatic.

“So, what have you been doing here these days?” Y/N took another swing at trying to open him up.

Mal sighed.

“You know, stuff. Cried a little, cooked, ate a lot, slept. Then I remembered our conversation about movies and how you once said that you watch stuff that makes you happy when you’re down”.

“So, you decided to go with Alien”.

“Nah, sorry, monster fucker, but cenobites are my all-time favorites. I started with Hellraiser, yesterday. Rewatched all parts”.

“Damn it”.

“What?”

“I should’ve come yesterday. What are you going to do now?”

“Uh, Alien franchise?” he eyed her with confusion as he shoved the spoon in his mouth. He was eating it like a bear, without even looking, like it was soup. Mal had incredible stomach for sure, made of titan or such.

“No, I mean, you’ll have to return to work eventually. And live on”.

“Come on, it’s been four days. Give me a break. Plus, I don’t have to return to work – I moved in here because of my girlfriend, and now she’s dead, so technically I don’t have to work”.

“Fair enough”.

Y/N shivered at the thought of never seeing him at the college again. After nearly two months of being as thick as thieves she couldn’t imagine going on completely alone in that madhouse.

Was it weird that Mal seemed so indifferent? Yes and no. Y/N learned not to question the weird long time ago. She was surrounded by them. She was just alarmed at what he might do or feel when it finally hits him that Martha is really gone.

She left it alone. Y/N slid down a little, shook her head negatively when Mal tried to feed her; by the end of the first part they were spread on the bed like two starfish. The second chapter of Ripley’s blood freezing adventures began at about Five PM, and Y/N only realized she was almost drifting away when her phone rang.

“Hey”, she hung from Mal’s bed and grabbed her phone. It was Damon.

“Is he alive?”

“Yep”.

“Is he raging?”

“No, everything’s fine”.

She looked around and looked at the guy; the bucket in his hands was half-empty. Her eyebrows went up.

“Although I think he’s a bit suicidal”.

“Cool, hit me up if anything”.

Damon hung up.

“Who was it?”

“Mal, you shouldn’t eat it all at once, you’ll poison yourself”.

“I’m fine. Was it Damon?”

Mal embraced his bucket in case she tries to pull it away from him.

“No”.

His eyes narrowed.

“Why are you lying?”

Y/N clicked her tongue, falling back and crossing her legs.

“Because I don’t want you to think about him”.

Mal stared at her, thinking about something. Y/N looked at the birth mark on his neck and thought to herself that she lost completely. She couldn’t resist it anymore, the urge to be close to him, to hear what he says, gain the little smiles as she mused out loud. Her inner guts warmed up as she looked at this young man, and there was nothing she could do about this unyielding attraction, about the sheer feeling of liberty she experienced under his testing glance.

“You wanna see her pictures?” he asked suddenly.

“I thought you deleted them all”.

“No, I wanted to do it, but…” he shrugged, “you know how it is, I got really soft over the years we’ve been together”.

Y/N ran her hand through her hair.

“Sure”.

He took his phone, putting the bucket between their thighs. Y/N tried to snatch it away, but Mal caught her wrist.

“I’m eating it”.

“Mal, it’s really bad for you”.

“I know what I’m doing, mum”.

The film was going on, but they leaned to each other, looking at the screen of his smartphone. Mal didn’t delete shit, she thought, and discovered, she was angry. For heaven’s sake, Y/N, she thought, the girl’s died four days ago.

“That’s us in Carolina. We rented a little house”.

Martha was standing in the kitchen in a pretty dress, much like one Y/N had herself. But then again, it was a very fashionable model one summer, so a lot of girls had it. Think rationally.

“You travelled a lot?”

“Yeah, well, mainly in America”.

“And you’re from Ohio?”

“Uh-huh”.

Y/N looked at their picture in which they were sitting on the bank of a river.

“Where is it?”

“New Orleans. She loved that city, Martha. Tried to get me to move in there”.

“She’s got a good taste. Architecture in New Orleans is amazing”.

“She was also very much into home interiors. You know, sinks, bath tubs. I’ve never met a person before, who’d be so interested in fucking acrylic”.

Y/N looked up and they met eyes. Mal looked very serious.

“She was also very kind. You couldn’t tell at first, people used to say she was wicked. But compared to me, she was an angel. Maybe not the most people’s person, but she sure was unique”.

He blinked slowly, and his gaze went blank. Uh-oh, Y/N gathered, there it goes. Well, her arms are attached and she’s capable of holding him for as long as he needed.

“Have you ever been in love so hard it annoyed the hell out of you?” he asked.

Y/N tried to think of all the times she has been in love. In truth, she didn’t fall for somebody too often and easily, and the way this black-eyed boy made her feel was rather unusual.

She’s been in love with her classmate, Ashton, for about seven years, in and out. Never approached him. Never let him know. It was a simple teenage crush, with all the teenage drama, while Ashton was dating other girls.

She’s been in love with Damon so helplessly, so fully, it was painful. There was a time in her life when she thought she never needed anything else, that she could grab the whole bunch of the planet and throw it away, just to be with him. But he was unreachable, unimaginable. He was a titan, and she was a girl in a brown dress. She loved him loyally and openly, and he never budged, because Damon Salvatore, to his honor, only loved one woman in his very long life. And it wasn’t Y/N.

“I’ve been hurt”, she said, “and I’ve been rejected, but not annoyed, I don’t think so”.

Mal nodded coyly, his straight thin nose diving down as he looked at his phone laying in her palm.

“I was never supposed to get into that trap. I’m not the kind of person who is capable of…” he winced, as if remembering something, “loving, caring, all the human things. That was always bad for me. I never even had the urge. And then it turned out she was crafted for me, and I hoped, I – for her. All the things I thought I knew were just crashed, my brain couldn’t even cope. You know, Martha had a stamina, because those first months we’ve got together for real I hurt her a lot”.

Y/N stiffened a little.

“I confused everything I felt. I wanted to hold her, and squeezed her so hard she had bruises. I had this eerie feeling like I was crumbling down in pieces, and then realized it was my guards falling down. She completely destroyed the portrait of the person I thought I was”.

“Who did you think you were?”

Mal looked at her and said in such a tone as if it was obvious,

“A mistake”.

There were people at some point so vile that they completely convinced this pretty boy that he was unwanted, that he was supposed to be unmade. How do you fuck your child up so bad? Y/N wanted to ask what mental issues his parents must have had, and then decided she didn’t have the emotional capacity for it.

She considered it a little and then put her hand on Mal’s head, covering his left ear with her palm.

“Look at them”.

They both turned to the screen. There stood a Xenomorph, its jet black skin glistening like oil, slender flexible limbs standing firmly, elongated head and exquisitely made spine, like a handle of a harp.

“He’s perfect. And so are you, Mal”.

He bit his lower lip and suddenly dropped his head, bursting into giggles.

His large hands encircled her waist and pulled her close. Mal smelled like ice cream, and his skin, having its own scent, was warm under his soft shirt. Y/N couldn’t fight him as he sat back on the pillows, cradling her in his arms and putting his chin onto the top of her head.

“I know, Y/N. Now I know, I’m just saying, there was a time when I really believed all that crap my dad fed me. But Martha came along and, grossly, saved my dirty, black, violent soul”.

She put her head on Mal’s shoulder and outstretched her legs, feeling so cozy it threatened to put her to sleep again. Mal sighed, and his chest went up and down, and she rolled her eyes, savoring these moments, because she knew she couldn’t keep going.

“But then, of course, Damon took my girlfriend away”, he added.

She sat up so harshly he lifted both his hands for a second.

“Mal. You know it was someone else, right? She attacked him, but somebody had turned her before, and compelled her to try and kill Damon”.

Mal did it again. A second ago he was as fluffy as a bear, and now there was poison in the very air he exhaled from his nostrils.

“But it was him who ripped her heart out of her chest, right? Or are you going to tell me I should ignore it, too, like I did with her parents?”

“We need to find that… vampire who’s behind all these killings first”.

“I don’t care about them”, Mal waved his hand, “people die every day. In packs. My girl and what Damon did to her – that’s my focus. Are you going to stop me?”

They looked at each other, worms stirring in Y/N’s belly.

“You really don’t understand what’s wrong with this plan, do you?”

“I really think you keep trying to protect him because you still have feelings for him”.

She fell back on the pillows with a swing – and ceiling swayed for a moment. She could feel Mal’s eyes following her, drilling into her face.

“I really don’t”.

“You’re lying to yourself”.

His voice was dry like sand. Then he took the bucket from the stand and continued to eat, as if nothing happened.

By the end of Aliens Y/N fell asleep and woke up again when it was already dark. Mal turned on a night shade, and was still watching movies.

She opened her eyes and adjusted them, staring into the TV while laying on her side. Having completely come to her senses, she sat up, causing Mal to turn his head to her.

“You really blacked out”, he said with deep admiration.

She rubbed her neck and face, feeling even heavier than before.

“Oh god, why did you let me sleep… how long has it been?”

“A movie and a half”.

“I have to go”.

“Okay”.

Her glance travelled around the room and stopped at the empty bucket.

“You mental patient”, she hissed, “you really wanna kill yourself?”

He just smirked.

She got up from the bed, stretching her limbs and back, and yawned.

“You know, I think I will return to work”, Mal said.

“That’s a good idea, Mal. You’ll keep busy and won’t have to think about anything”.

He nodded.

Mal didn’t get up to close the door after her, so she had to “just bang it harder” herself. As she left the building, the warm summer air started to put things in order in her mind.

She drove to her house and was standing in front of the mirror in her room in thirty minutes. Her hand lay on her throat as she was examining herself. She wasn’t going crazy, was she? She remembered putting on her necklace that morning, a pretty one, wrapping tightly around her neck. Now, it wasn’t on her desk, and it wasn’t on her, so? She took off her shirt and checked for any kinds of marks on her skin. There was nothing. All the things with Mal were so intense, so sexual and strange, she couldn’t put her mind to rest. She didn’t know why she didn’t phone him right away, and she didn’t know why she wouldn’t believe his deeply sad eyes even after he showed her their pictures with Martha.

She also didn’t remember ever telling him about the movies that make her feel happy.

#kai parker #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #vampire diaries #legacies #whitmore guy

[satonthelotuspier]

Fur and Feathers

So, a Shifter AU. I’ll probably dip into this verse quite a bit. This is part 1 of XiCheng, pre-relationship (at the Cloud Recesses) and setting it up for the  later parts of their story and relationship. There’ll definitely be some Wangxian to be written here as well as more XiCheng. Throw your requests at me if you want to see other’s etc and I’ll see if I can fit them into the verse. It wasn’t touched on for the purpose of this fic but LXC is a mountain hawk-eagle, I love how this fits because many of the pictures I’ve seen have the MHE having a tufty cluster of feathers on their head which is similar to the ornament LXC wears in the live action version.

Title taken from Jordan L Hawke’s hexworld series where the animal familiars tend to use “fur and feathers” as a curse/exclamation, because I’m not very creative with titles.

3.4k of cats being cats. Crack, probably?

XiCheng Part 1

Why had he let Wei Wuxian talk him into this? Jiang Cheng thought in despair as his sleek, black-furred body slipped urgently from deep shadow to shadow, trying to avoid the Lan Sect disciples who he could hear follow behind with their light, even steps. He panicked, crouched low to the ground in the lee of a bush and looked around for any escape.

There, there was a door that was still open to the cool night air.

He put everything he had into his legs and made a dash for the doorway.

The Lan disciples spotted the form of deeper shadow moving in the darkness of the night, but as he made the door he heard one of them stop the other, “You know we can’t enter the Hanshi, Zewu-jun will have to deal with whatever it is...”

Zewu-jun! Lan Xichen! Oh fuck. His claws scrabbled to gain purchase on the wooden floor.

He had to get out of the Hanshi, now, at all costs. He’d rather face the two chasing disciples than Lan Xichen, with him vulnerable in this form.

He had just altered his momentum and changed direction for the opened doorway again, when he felt gentle hands catch him around the ribcage and lift him up.

He yowled in outrage; take your hands off of me, how dare you ruffle my beautiful, sleek fur.

“Calm down, little one” the gentle, melodious voice was of course the First Jade of Lan’s; he was in so much trouble, “What a beautiful little thing you are. I wonder where you came from. None of the new students are registered as cat shifters”

That was his mother’s fault, Madam Yu Ziyuan was mortally embarrassed her male child, instead of a majestic king cat like his tigress sister, or even a sturdy, protective dog breed like his “useless” Samoyed father, had dared to be born a domestic cat shifter. You just couldn’t trust genetics.

He hissed at the sudden movement as Lan Xichen lifted him, and he wanted to dig a hole to bury himself when he realised the other was checking his bits to determine his sex.

I will scratch your insolent eyes out, shameless creature, he howled his rage, claws flexing impotently at the end of his delicate paws.

“There, there” he was folded into the other’s arms, “such a beautiful little boy” a soft finger scratched gently at his head.

No, please, no, no, no. This was bad…

The finger moved down the scruff of his neck and hit the point directly between his slender shoulder blades.

Nooooo.

He couldn’t stop the gentle rumble that began deep in his chest as Lan Xichen rubbed at one of the spots that was guaranteed to coax his purr from him.

He wanted to dig that hole even deeper as the sound of contentment and pleasure rolled from him in waves. Like most shifters sometimes his instincts were stronger than his ability to suppress them, and sometimes Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but want to curl up in someone’s lap and be stroked like the precious baby his animal was.

Wei Wuxian loved to tease him about it. But then what did Wei Wuxian not like to tease anyone about?

He couldn’t complain too much as Wei Wuxian, his adopted brother and Jiang Yanli, his elder sister, were the only two people he could really ask to provide such a service on demand.

“That’s such a lovely sound” Lan Xichen complimented him, keeping up the fusses that caused it, perpetuating Jiang Cheng’s internal conflict.

Lan Xichen moved over to the table that contained a half-used tea set, and sat down, with Jiang Cheng in his lap.

It turned out the only shameless thing was himself, as he curled up, nose under tail, and let his animal take complete control.

It was much later that evening when Jiang Cheng stirred himself; he really ought to think about escaping and returning back to Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang, who would no doubt be enjoying their smuggled Emperor’s Smile, safely achieved due to Jiang Cheng’s drawing the patrolling Lan disciples away.

He rose to four paws and stretched lazily, but as he looked up into the delicate, handsome face of the first Jade of Lan, he caught such a look of melancholy and sadness he was shocked into stillness.

Lan Xichen seemed to come back from his thoughts, and the look vanished, as he realised the black cat had moved.

“Did you have a nice nap, xiao-Zizi?”

Little Purple, because of the unusual colour of his eyes in cat form.

Even though he had banished the sadness from his face there was an aura that clung to him, and Jiang Cheng’s soft heart, which he kept buried deeply under layers or sarcasm, anger and a pretence of not caring, thrummed in sympathy.

He swallowed every ounce of pride he possessed, then stretched his claws up so he  stood on his back paws, with his front on the shoulder of Lan Xichen’s robes, then he rubbed his cheek against Lan Xichen’s. This was usually a cat’s way of marking it’s family, but it was also very cute and guaranteed to make a gentle soul like Lan Xichen smile.

It did, and Jiang Cheng mewled in approval as the other’s mouth curved gently.

He considered his role fulfilled, and jumped down from Lan Xichen’s lap with the intention of leaving. Except there was a tassel. It was attached to the jade pendant hanging from Lan Xichen’s belt.

Instincts again took him as he leapt forward to catch it under his front paws, claws digging into the threads and robes.

His cat’s body, like his human body, was just reaching the end of childhood; it was all gangly legs and too-big paws and playfulness, and it was a lot harder to stop his kitten’s urge to play than it was his human’s; where he was expected to show a much higher level of maturity.

Instead of the telling off he expected Lan Xichen merely chuckled and actually began to tease him with the tassel, allowing him to chase and pounce and hunt, butt-wiggle and all. He even detached it from the pendant and tossed it across the room to watch as the leggy young cat scrabbled over to enact a killing pounce.

By the end of their playtime Jiang Cheng was so exhausted that when Lan Xichen went to sleep he also curled up on the other’s chest, uncaring of the impropriety because he was a cat, and cats didn’t care about rules. It also meant he got extra fusses, which cats, despite their sometimes cold demeanours, did care about.

***

He had hugely miscalculated, Jiang Cheng realised as he woke up the next morning alone and curled with his nose under his tail on Lan Xichen’s bed.

It wasn’t much after five in the morning, but classes began soon, and he had to make his way back across the Cloud Recesses, without the security of night shadows the colour of his fur, to hide in.

He stretched, then slunk out of the Hanshi’s door to assess his trip.

It was misty and cool and there was dew everywhere; he was going to hate this. Unless he turned back to his human form. Honestly he was ready to let his cat instincts lie for a while now anyway; they had been given free reign far too much the previous evening, and if his mother found out he would be in serious trouble.

But his human form provided far too many other complications, like explaining what a visiting disciple was doing in the first young lord of Lan’s private sanctum, and the fact he was neither stealthy nor small enough to evade detection in it.

His cat would just have to suck it up and travel through the dew-strewn morning.

He matched actions to thoughts and eventually arrived safely back at their lodgings.

Wei Wuxian scooped him up as he opened the door to Jiang Cheng’s scratching.

“Where have you been? We were just about to start combing the entire Cloud Recesses for you” Wei Wuxian set him down on his bed, and gave him the space to return to his human form.

Which he did with a deep sigh of relief.

“I was trapped in the Hanshi, with Lan Xichen. I had to stay a cat or I’d have been in so much trouble. Sometimes I suppose A-Niang’s refusal to acknowledge that I’m a cat shifter has it’s uses” he tried to make a joke of it, as he always did, but it never cut him any less that he was a disappointment to his family on something he had absolutely no control over at all.

His mother always registered his shifter form as a Xiasi hound.

Wei Wuxian held his tongue on that subject.

Nie Huaisang, who had become firm friends with the two Yunmeng boys during their first few days in Gusu, fluttered his fan nervously, “You spent the night in Lan Xichen’s rooms?”

“I was being chased by two Lan Disciples, and I ducked through the nearest door. They didn’t follow me into the Hanshi. But Lan Xichen was there, so I couldn’t get away. I had to cat”

“I would have paid to have seen you acting all cute with the First Jade of Lan” Wei Wuxian grinned, enormously entertained by the thought, “But we can’t let him find out it was you” he agreed. “You should get changed, we’ll be late for class”

“I need to bathe” really, the only thing that ruled Jiang Cheng’s world in both forms was his rigorous personal hygiene routine. He would rather die than cut it short in any way.

Wei Wuxian was fully aware of what Jiang Cheng was like and had kept a bath drawn for him.

“It will be cold, sorry, be quick, you’ll draw attention to yourself if you’re late” Wei Wuxian informed him as he moved to the door with Nie Huaisang in tow.

“I know, I’ll be done as soon as possible”

The other two left him to his toilette as he began shedding robes.

***

Carefully groomed he made it just in time to slip into the classroom and kneel at his desk before Lan Qiren and his eldest nephew, Lan Xichen arrived.

They found out immediately what Lan Xichen’s attendance was for; Jiang Cheng should have known he wouldn’t let the sudden, unexplained appearance of a cat lie.

Under the pretence of checking their administration they questioned if there were any cat shifters present as someone had thought they might have seen one the previous evening.

Jiang Cheng lowered his gaze, hiding his flush with the fall of his hair, and Wei Wuxian, being Wei Wuxian, decided to distract the room.

“Are they sure it wasn’t a sable, Lan-gongzi? I’m a sable, look at how cute I am” and he slipped into his animal form and dashed to the front of the classroom and onto the desk to show off his cuteness.

The rest of the classroom of course found this greatly amusing, and even Lan Xichen smiled a little.

“Yes, thank you Wei-gongzi, for the demonstration” he picked Wei Wuxian up and returned him to his own desk, more to protect the younger man from his uncle’s ire than any other reason, and Wei Wuxian returned to his human form.

“See, I look a lot like a cat, right?” Wei Wuxian asked with a huge smile; one that got him out of trouble with Jiang Cheng’s father every time.

“I’ll bear that in mind, Wei-gongzi” Lan Xichen left soon afterwards, having received no further clue as to the identity of his night time visitor.

***

He was returning from the library pavilion late the following evening when Jiang Cheng stumbled upon the Two Jades of Lan, who were strolling towards the Lan living areas in the soft moonlight; and Jiang Cheng caught the tail end of their conversation.

“How are you and Wei-gongzi getting along, Wangji?”

What had Jiang Cheng missed?

Apparently whatever it was, Lan Wangji had also missed it.

“Xiongzhang, I don’t understand? Wei Wuxian and I have no interaction outside of uncle’s classroom. He’s frivolous, careless, and irreverent. He also makes my nose twitch”

“That would be your inner rabbit” there was a small smile in Lan Xichen’s voice, “You should try to make more friends your own age while we have so many young cultivators here at the Cloud Recesses, Wangji, Wei-gongzi’s personality is a little trying, I’ll grant you, but he has a large heart, and he’s very personable. He would balance out your more reserved personality, and vice versa. Friendships often work best when opposites attract”

There was a soft “hmph” from the younger Jade, and the sound of gravel underfoot quickened, indicating Lan Wangji walked away from his elder brother, who chuckled softly.

Jiang Cheng hadn’t meant to spy on them, but the moment he had heard Wei Wuxian being talked of he had assumed his cat form and followed the two Jades from the shadows, ensuring he was on hand if Wei Wuxian’s reputation needed protecting. Lan Xichen had spoken nothing if not the truth, however, so now Jiang Cheng found himself left alone in the shadows near the elder Lan sibling.

He was about to stealth away when he noticed the other look up at the stars briefly. That melancholic aura surrounded him again, and Jiang Cheng was caught between following his first intention of leaving, or making himself known and trying to cheer up the elder Jade.

He tried to tell himself it wasn’t his responsibility; everyone had their own worries to carry in this world, and Lan Xichen’s were nothing to do with him.

It would have been useful if he ever listened to his own good advice.

Instead he slunk out of the shadows and pressed against Lan Xichen’s ankles.

***

Thus began nights of his sneaking off to provide whatever comfort and distraction he could to the Lan Sect heir.

He didn’t allow himself to be caught out like on the first morning though, and around the change of a day he would slink away back to his rooms, sometimes to find Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang engaged in drinking, which he would join them in.

Wei Wuxian began talking quite a lot about Lan Wangji, especially in his cups and Jiang Cheng couldn’t help thinking about the conversation he had overheard between the Lan siblings.

From what Wei Wuxian said it seemed Lan er-gongzi was as unreceptive of the advances Wei Wuxian made as he had been when Lan Xichen had suggested to Lan Wangji that he try to make friends.

Really Jiang Cheng wasn’t surprised; he loved Wei Wuxian like a brother, (if he was pushed on the matter and forced to admit his feelings), but he wasn’t blind to the fact Wei Wuxian was an acquired taste, and one his own palate wasn’t fully inured to on occasion.

It continued so for some weeks.

Until one night he was guilted into staying with Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang after the former had made a successful trip down the mountain to obtain Emperor’s Smile.

Although Wei Wuxian had a high tolerance for alcohol it did loosen his tongue, and he began complaining.

“You don’t mark us as much anymore” there was a definite pout in his voice, and Jiang Cheng started. He referred of course to the rub of a cheek against family and close friends Jiang Cheng used to scent people as his social group.

“Yes I do. As much as I can get away with here in Gusu, I can’t do it as freely as at Lotus Pier Wei Wuxian, you know what would happen to me if mother found out I let the cat out of the bag”

Wei Wuxian found his choice of idiom hilarious and laughed heartily, while Nie Huaisang waved his fan at Wei Wuxian, urging him to be quiet less they be discovered.

Then he did quieten, “No you don’t, and you never want to stay and drink with us, and Huaisang has such amazing pornography too. All you want to do is sneak away to be with Lan Xichen” the size of the pout in his voice had increased at least threefold.

He supposed he couldn’t deny he had spent most of the past weeks playing therapy animal in the Hanshi.

“Wei Wuxian, don’t be like that…”

“You give him all my fusses, you haven’t wanted to curl up in my lap since we got here. I’m your brother, I have a right!”

The last sentence was spoken at the same time as Jiang Cheng said: “Wei Wuxian…” and a third voice from the doorway added to the cacophony.

“So it was you” Lan Xichen, summoned to catch them drinking by a patrolling disciple, had walked in at the perfect point in the conversation to finally find out who the mysterious cat who visited him most nights was.

He sounded enraged.

“I would love to know what kind of silly entertainment you all took from your little scheme, but...well, never mind”

“It wasn’t entertainment” Jiang Cheng jumped to his feet, his panic dissipating into anger. His gesture had been meant as nothing but kindness, even enacted under the cloak of secrecy, and he didn’t feel he deserved such censure.

“That’s quite enough, Jiang-gongzi, you will all be punished in the morning for the rules you have broken. I feel I should write to the Council of Elders and inform them you’re misrepresenting yourself on shifter registers, too”

That threat cut deeper than any other Lan Xichen could have made, and Jiang Cheng’s already ashen complexion went a shade paler.

“You can’t, you don’t understand…”

“I said that’s enough” and the first Jade of Lan turned and left.

***

Jiang Cheng stayed only long enough to receive his punishment the following morning, then set out back to Yunmeng to enact damage control and explain to Madam Yu that her falsifying of his shifter records might be brought to light.

She was enraged, and Jiang Cheng didn’t think there was a safe space in the world for him at that moment. If he wasn’t reminded constantly what a fool he had been by his mother, he was reminded by his own memories and Lan Xichen’s anger.

He could only stay out of her way; hiding for the most part with Jiang Yanli.

His sister kept him sane, giving him the sympathy and protection he so desperately needed at the moment.

Wei Wuxian wrote shortly after his return, to inform him he had spoken rather sharply on his behalf to Lan Xichen, explaining his motivations, that it definitely hadn’t been for the purposes of entertainment at the first Jade’s expense.

He had also begged the other to not write to the Council of Elders, explaining it wasn’t Jiang Cheng’s choice, nor fault, that he was falsely registered on all his shifter documentation.

A while later he received a second letter. The cloud seal, and elegant script suggested it might be from Lan Xichen. His childish first instinct was to burn it immediately, unread.  He was still bitter the other hadn’t given him a chance to explain, and had had him punished for a kindness.

But he also wanted vindication.

Eventually the second motivation won out and he read it.

It wasn’t quite the full exoneration he had wanted. But the Lan Sect heir did apologise for reacting as he had, so immediately and without allowing Jiang Cheng to offer any defence on his own behalf.

Lan Xichen informed him he wouldn’t write to the Council, and that he would keep his secret on that issue given the circumstances.

Lan Xichen did still blame him for being so secretive about his identity, and said he should never have assumed Lan Xichen would welcome that kind of interference. Which Jiang Cheng accepted fully. He had entirely taken it upon himself to provide comfort.

Finally the first Jade of Lan suggested they meet to discuss the matter and set it to rest.

Not a chance.

Once he had read the letter fully Jiang Cheng did burn it, and didn’t reply.

A fourteen year old boy, no matter how mature he was expected to be, wouldn’t so easily forgive such a humiliation.

#XiCheng #pre-relationship #jiang cheng #lan xichen #wei wuxian #shifter AU #shay's stuff #mdzs fic #mdzs fanfic #mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian being a jealous brother #Fur and Feathers AU

[thirtysomethingloser92]

God Was Never On Your Side.

Part of my "Burnt" universe.  Set between chapters 4-5 (Yet unposted).

Burnt Masterlist

Dhawan!Master x Reader.

Smut! Swearing. Light BDSM.

It was hard to figure out where you stood in The Master's mind. There would be times when you looked at him, and it was like you were the only other being in the entire universe; other times, he looked at you like he couldn't even bare the thought of you being close to him, let alone in his presence.

It didn't help that with the bond showing you his disdain.

The TARDIS had now made a common theme to lead you to his room whenever she thought that The Master was getting too inside himself, getting to dark in his mind. You could feel the bond tossing and pulling and weaving through your body to try and get to him, to ease his pain; but it didn't count for your brain reminding you that he was The Master, the same man who slaughtered millions, who decimated Earth while you watched.

He may have a different face, but you knew his mind still worked the same.

You followed the same path you had followed many times before, the same path lined with unused rooms and a darkened interior. You stopped your hand above the familiar golden door handle and let out a breath. You could feel the hurt and the silent screaming in your head coming from the Time Lord in the other room.

Closing your eyes, out of fear of what you might find or not, you pushed open the door and saw the familiar figure twisting and pulling at a large length of rope. His hands were making quick knots in the fraying item before they paused and he looked up at you.

"What do you want?" He asked quietly, his brown eyes showing something other then the rage and anger you had usually been seeing these past few days. Ever since that one day you had him open up to you...

"I felt your sadness. Thought I'd come check in on you. Make sure you're able to fly this thing because I sure as hell couldn't," You shrugged your shoulder and crossed your arm over your chest, leaning against the chaotic desk.

His hands returned to tying the knots, "I'm sure if you asked nicely she would take you home. She seems to have become quite fond of you,"

"Only because I'm your soulmate," You countered, stepping forward, "Now, what has you all up in," You looked down at the rope and gave a small smile, "knots," You finished lamely.

You could see the look of annoyance on his face before he looked up at you, but when he did, his fingers tightened around the rope and a sense of lust floated through the bond. You weren't sure if it was his, or yours.

His head tilted to one side, a curious look on his face as he absently made a new knot, a knowing smirk on his face, "I feel like I should be asking if you're okay. You seem to be," he kicked his lips, "flushed,".

You shifted on your feet, there was absolutely no way you were going to be telling him about the thoughts you had been having about his fingers. To have them trail down your body, to have them grip your hips as he thrust- "I'm fine," You cleared your throat, "Your teenage angst is annoying the hell out of me though. So if you could stop moping that would be great," You gave him a tight smile, nodding your head and turning on your heel, full intention to walk away from the brooding Time Lord, however a tight hand caught on your wrist, forcing you to stop and face him.

He was now standing in front of you, his eyes darkened with arousal as his right hand played with the rope in between his fingers, "You think you're the only one who can feel the others’ feelings?" His hand gripped you tighter, "You think you're the only one awake at night?" His face came closer to yours as his eyes searched you, "I can feel you. I can feel what you want," He whispered, his hands trailing from your wrist up to your shoulder, "Every time you're near me. Every time you hear my voice. I can feel what it does to you," He moved his mouth towards your ear, sending shivers up your spine, "I can feel what Im doing to you right now,"

He moved away, a single step, watching with a smirk as your chest slightly heaved, your face slightly flushed, arousal pooling in your underwear.

He held up the rope, another smile on his face, "May I?" He didn't await an answer as he quickly moved towards you, pulling both of your hands behind your back and wrapping the rope around them, tight enough that there was no way you could get out of them.

"Wh-what are you doing?" You breathed out, turning your head to try and see what he was doing.

You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, his lips hovering just under your earlobe, making you breathe out a sigh.

"Nothing you don't want me to do,"

He turned you around to face him, a sinister smirk on his face that only made the pool in your underwear grow and the thumping of your heart increase. His hands fell on either of your shoulders, pushing them down until you fell to your knees.

"What's my name?" He asked, staring down at you with lust ridden eyes.

You swallowed deeply, trying to open your mouth to speak but not being able to find your voice.

"What's. My. Name?" He punctuated louder, a slight edge of rage in his voice.

"Master," You breathed out, wriggling on you kneeling position as if you were trying to ease the growing friction in your pants.

"Pardon? I didn't hear you," He bent down on the balls of his feet and rested his hands on the end of his knees.

You clenched your jaw a few times, not knowing if you were feeling humiliated or aroused, "Master," You said more loudly.

An almost manic grin came over his face as he reached up and cupped your cheek, "Good human," He reached behind you and pulled you up by the ropes, coming nose to nose with you.

"If you want this to stop. Use your words," He whispered into your ear, moving away once he felt your head nod on the scruff of his cheek.

He turned you around so your back was facing him, and began pushing you over to the bed. You could feel him through the bond, the arousal, the rush of someone being at his feet, the rush of it being you.

His soulmate.

The person he has waited centuries for.

He pushed you face down on the bed, making quick removal of your jeans and coming to sit next to you, his hand slightly hovering over your plump ass cheeks. You could feel the warmth emitting from him, like he was scalding.

You could feel his eyes on your half dressed body, like he was studying you, before a sharp sting came down on your left cheek, making you cry out.

Through the bond, The Master could feel the sense of arousal coming from you, making his lip curl up and his hand come down once again on your right cheek. This time, hard enough to leave a mark.

"Who do you belong too?" He asked, rubbing your cheeks with the palm of his hand.

"You," Your mouth was muffled by his blanket, earning another slap on your backside.

"Who," He repeated, " Do you belong too?"

You turned your head to the side, " You. I belong to you,"

Another smirk, "How do you end that sentence?"

"Sir,"

Another slap.

"Master," You felt his lips press down on what you assumed was the now red and raw area of your cheeks. You could feel the tenderness in his touch, how you slightly flinched when his fingers caressed you.  He flipped you over so you were now face up. His hair was falling over his face, his cheeks flushed and darkness filling his eyes. His fingers gripped your shirt, pulling it open with ease, a few of the buttons falling to the side.  His fingers traced between your breasts, making their way down to your navel before trailing up to your neck. His eyes were watching yours as his fingers spread to either side, easily covering the entity of your neck, and he squeezed slightly. A small moan left your lips before you were aware of what you were fully doing, and his fingers tightened again, a large smile over coming his face, “I think we’ve found what we were looking for, don’t you?” He stated simply, removing his hand and moving to a kneeling position. 

You watched with fascination as the Time Lord began to undress in front of you. You had always wondered if his body would be different to yours in any way, instead you saw that it was exactly the same as a humans, the only difference was the extra organs he had.  He pulled down his briefs and released his member, smiling at the precum that was already beginning to form at the tip. Not once releasing his eyes from your own, he moved towards your head, kneeling over your mouth as if he was expecting something. You moved your head forward from the bed and began to lick from his testicles up to his head. A loud moan came from his throat this time as he gripped your hair tight, making you hiss slightly. He pulled tighter, pushing you down his length and making you gag, You could hear him swear as you began to suck and bob. Every now and again he would run his hands through your hair, smoothing it away from your face as he watched you take him all in. Eventually, he pulled away from you, his dark eyes watching your mouth as small amounts of saliva fell from your lips. His penis pulsing in his hand, he swallowed deeply as he grabbed you under the arms and pulled you up to your knees. His lips pressed to your own once again, this time his tongue made an appearance, guiding its way around your mouth, his teeth biting your bottom lip gently; you let out a loud moan, struggling against the bonds.  You could feel his hands travel down your body as he made his way to your underwear, slowly moving them down your legs and threw them lazily on the floor.  He pushed you backwards, his knees pushing you wide open for him. Through the bond, you could feel his need for you. His want. You could feel the lust and the admiration the alien on top of you had. You felt things coming from him that you never thought you could ever feel coming from a being such as himself.  You could feel the head of his penis push at your entrance, slowly teasing and prying himself into you.  You rose your hips to meet with his and he took that as a motion to continue, slowly, as he guided himself into you. A moan escaped from both of your lips as he reached down and kissed you once again. At the first thrust you could feel him in the pit of your stomach, he moved his head down to kiss you again only this time it was your tongue inside his mouth. With each thrust, you could feel the knot in your stomach grow. You could feel his hand reach around your throat once again as his fingers gripped your throat and squeezed. A moan escaped your lips as the knot in your stomach grew and grew.  The more his hand tightened, the more lightheaded you became, and the more pleasure you were able to feel. It was something you hadn’t ever really experienced before. But now you were experiencing it in all it’s glory, and even as you closed your eyes, you could still feel the man on top of you, gripping your throat and whispering sweet words to you.  The thrusting became harder, you could feel the coil in your stomach become tight before it finally uncurled, releasing a type of ecstasy that made your breath catch in your throat and the room around you spin.  With a final tight grip on your throat, you could feel The Master still before slowly moving himself off of you. You could still feel his eyes on you as you opened your own, your chest heaving and your arms beginning to ache.  “I think I might leave you like this,” He smirked, bending down and picking up his pants, shaking them out a few times, “Might help with that attitude problem,”  You squirmed in the bonds and rolled your eyes, “Get me out,” You swallowed, finally catching your breath.  You could feel the satisfaction coming from his side of the bond, the sense of pride.  “Where’s your manners?” The Master continued to dress himself, a smirk on his face.  “Please. My arms hurt,” You whined, forcing yourself into a sitting position. “Please what?”  “I swear to God. Get me out of these ropes. I need to pee,”  The Master smiled and bent down, his dress shirt unbuttoned, showing you his chest, “Pull,”  You pulled your arms in an outward fashion and the ropes loosened, allowing your hands to slip out of them easily, “Are you kidding me?” You swore, shaking them off and flexing your arms a few times to undo the knots.  “A trick I learned in the Vegas cluster. Now, come on, get cleaned up. I have a message from The Doctor for you,” 

#dhawan!master x y/n #dhawan!master #sacha dhawan #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan master #doctor who

[grither55]

The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic) - Oneshot - A Kitten Affair

Azula strode down the halls of her ship with her callous golden eyes staring ahead in displeasure.

The girl was twenty minutes late to bring her breakfast!

It was almost completely unheard of for the girl to be late let alone even that late.

And so, she decided to go to the girl's room to check on her to see if she slept in.

Only to find herself opening the door to the blonde's chamber while she gazed in in surprise to see that the room was…vacant.

"Where is that girl?" The princess growled in an annoyed voice with her arms folded over her breasts.

While she glanced about the room in rising aggravation.

Only to find herself spinning her head around when she thought she heard a meow.

Elle rushed out in a panic out from under her bed with her paws scrambling across the floor towards the unaware woman.

While the human turned teenager sprinted adorably at the tall princess who was scowling about her room in search of her.

She knew something was horribly wrong when she awoke this morning and somehow…felt smaller.

And when she tried to form words all that came out was a meow!

Shortly after that she looked in the mirror only to gasp in worry when she realized that her reflection was now that of a golden kitten!

She didn't know what happened but she knew that she needed her princess's brilliant mind to restore her back to normal!

And that was when she meowed as she tumbled to a stop near the princess's pointed boots.

'Azula-sama! I am down here! It's me!' Elle meowed as she clawed at the older girl's boot while Azula turned to glance down at her.

Only to find herself trembling in worry when Azula's golden eyes narrowed into a disgusted glare.

"What is this! I thought I told her no forest creatures! I detest cats!" The princess boomed in a repulsed voice as she glared down at the tiny kitten climbing onto her boot.

Before she angrily shook her heel while the little fur ball tumbled to the floor with another pitiful meow.

Only for her golden eyes to narrow into slits when the little thing pounced on her leg once more.

All the while as she furiously shook her boot with the tiny kitten now hanging from her heel.

'P-please help me Azula-sama! I was turned into a kitten and I don't know what to do!' The golden-haired kitten attempted to communicate while she clung to the statuesque woman's boot.

Only to find herself yelping when she was almost shaken off and thrown onto the floor once more.

While she whimpered as she meowed frantically as she craned her little neck to gaze up at her master's unamused glaring face.

And not a second later she cried out when a stern hand abruptly seized her by the scruff of her neck.

All the while as she now found herself being raised into the air.

Before she came to a stop hanging before the princess's beautifully strict face while the woman scowled deeply down at her.

"Disgusting fur ball!' Azula snapped in a harsh voice as she glared back at the kitten squirming in her clenched fist.

All the while as she stared coldly back at the little cowering creature as she tried not to admit that she thought the cat was cute.

And for the briefest of instances she scrutinized the small thing.

While she mildly arched a brow when she saw that the cat had golden eyes and an oddly familiar coat of golden fur.

Only to scowl while she shook her head as she made her way out the room with the whimpering creature in her fist.

While the little kitten trembled with a flash of hurt in her amber eyes when the woman began to walk her out the door.

'B-but it's…it's me Azula-sama!' Elle meowed with sadness in her kitten voice as she clawed at the older girl's oppressive fist.

Only For the princess to glare at her through the corner of her tyrannical eye as she snorted in revulsion.

"This thing is going overboard. I will have no cats on my warship!" The princess snarled as she stomped down the hall while the pitiful kitten began wiggling about in a frenzy.

While she glared down at the creature as it began to meow with its little paws reaching for her glaring face.

All the while as she tried not to let herself become affected by the little feline's grudgingly adorable stare.

'P-please don't hurt me Azula-sama!' The golden-haired kitten wailed in a fretful manner as she neared the princess's regally scowling face while golden eyes glared back at her.

Only for the sound of Azula shouting furiously to resound into the air when she leaped onto the tall woman's shoulder.

All the while as she started affectionately nuzzling the seething woman's cheek with her little meows flowing into the older girl's irate ears.

"Get off me you dirty fur ball! Gross! I-it's…licking me!" Azula bellowed as she tried to move her head away while the tiny kitten licked her cheek.

And then she found herself letting out a low snarl when the thing tried to climb onto the top of her head.

Just before she roughly removed the creature from her head while she held out the whimpering kitten away from her growling face.

'I-I love you Azula-sama!' Elle called out in a whiny meow while Azula began to stomp down the hall of the ship once more.

All the while as she peered back up at the princess's scowling face as golden eyes never ceased in glaring back down at her.

While Azula held the creature as far away from her face as humanly possible as she marched in search of her girlfriend so that she could punish her.

Only for the princess to halt in her tracks when she heard a squeal of excitement from behind her.

And then she turned around while she sighed heavily under her breath while the acrobat cheerfully cart wheeled towards her.

All the while as the markswoman stared on from behind with a deadpan expression as she eyed the cat in slight pity.

"Azula! Where did you find such a cute kitty!" Ty Lee cried out as she hopped onto her feet before the scowling woman while she leaned in to coo at the meowing kitten.

'Oneesans! Ty Lee! Mai!' The golden-haired kitten replied in a lovable meow as she attempted to smile back in the kind noblewoman's beaming face.

"It is not cute Ty Lee! And for your information I found it in the peasant's room! And I intend to dispose of it after I punish the girl for defying my orders!" The princess barked in a cold voice as she pushed past the still smiling acrobat while she glared at the meowing creature in her fist.

While the two noblewomen exchanged a glance after hearing that their little sister brought a kitten aboard.

All the while as Mai just shook her head musing that it won't end well for that cat.

"That's too cruel Azula…you can't do that to such an adorable kitty." The brown-haired woman protested with a still present smile while the princess rolled her cruel eyes.

"To the contrary Ty Lee I can. Cruelty is my specialty. I am the lord of this ship. It is well within my legal rights to have everyone aboard this ship killed if I so please. Much less this pitiful fur ball." Azula scoffed as she held the whimpering kitten up for emphasis while Ty Lee stared back in disapproval.

"So, you're just going to make Elle cry by getting rid of her new cat?" Mai inquired in a monotone voice as she stopped behind the acrobat while the princess scowled back at her.

"Yeah Azula. You don't want to make Elle cry…do you?" Ty Lee pondered with her hands clasped before her while she grinned down at the squirming kitten.

"I could care less if that girl cries. She is nothing more than a tool of war that I am using for my own gain." The princess sneered as she held her head high while her two friends gazed at her with unconvinced looks in their eyes.

Only for her scowl to deepen when she turned to glare down at the kitten as it tried to hop on her head once more.

'Azula-sama! I knew that you cared about me!' Elle called out in a lovable meow as she attempted to climb on the woman's shoulder while Azula stiffened in anger.

Just as the princess tensed up in embarrassment when she heard both of her childhood friends chuckling at her.

"Ugh! If you like it so much Ty Lee then why don't you take it!" Azula exclaimed in aggravation as she shoved the tiny kitten into the smiling woman's loving arms.

"Aww! I'll gladly keep watch over my little sister's kitten! You are such a little cutie! Don't worry little one! I'll protect you from that big meanie Azula!" The brown-haired woman cooed as she cradled the meowing kitten against her breasts while the princess rolled her eyes once more.

'O-oneesan!' The golden-haired kitten cried out in another cute meow as she nuzzled her head against the noblewoman's breasts.

Perhaps it isn't so bad being a kitten after all!

"Whatever. But I suggest you not get too attached to that thing Ty Lee because it is not staying." The princess declared in an utterly merciless voice with her arms folded angrily over her breasts.

All the while as she glared back at the pitifully meowing thing in her grinning friend's arms.

"Would you like to hold her too Mai?" Ty Lee commented as she happily walked with the tiny kitten nuzzling into her chest while Mai gazed down at the cat with bored tawny eyes.

"I'll pass on that Ty Lee. Speaking of Elle though…has anyone seen the kid around this morning?" The markswoman questioned in a concerned voice while the acrobat tilted her head in worry.

All the while as the three highborn women never noticed how the little kitten tried to reach out her paw to touch the weapons expert's shoulder.

Only for the two noblewomen to turn to the princess when Azula's belly let out a rumbling growl.

Just as the princess let out a spoiled scoff as she threw an arrogant hand over her annoyed shoulder.

"The girl never brought me my breakfast this morning! I have been looking all over for her and she isn't even in her room! And now I have to deal with this fur ball…on top of having to suffer through hunger pains! The girl is the only servant that I have on staff right now and I am not going to do something as commoner as cook it myself! I insist that she cook it for me!" Azula explained in an unbelievably pompous voice as she waved her hand in the air before her scowling face.

While the two noblewomen stared at the back of her head with an exasperated look in their eyes.

All the while as the three highborn girls once again failed to notice the way that the tiny kitten slumped in sorrow.

"Gee Azula, it sounds like you are really suffering. Maybe Elle is in the shower?" The brown-haired woman suggested with a smile still on her lips while she squeezed the tiny kitty in her arms.

All the while as she beamed down at the golden kitten when she began to affectionately lick her arm.

"Perhaps Ty Lee. In any event send the girl to my throne room when you do find her so I can discipline her." The princess snorted as she waved her palm once more while she strode past her childhood friends towards her throne room as they watched her walk off.

All the while as she tried to suppress the slightest hint of concern that she felt over her serving girl's wellbeing.

And even thought she didn't want to say it out loud.

She hoped that the girl was not feeling unwell.

An hour later.

Azula sat in her throne room with an even more irate expression on her face as she tapped the arm of her throne aggravation.

Just before she turned to her throne room doors when her captain stepped in.

"I can't find her princess. I looked everywhere. Even the bathrooms." Zoe informed in a stony voice with her hazel eyes trying to mask her concern.

While the princess sat up with her arms grasping at the arms of her chair with a much greater look of worry in her cold eyes.

All the while as the ruler felt a knot of dread form in the pity of her stomach.

If there was no sign of the girl on the entire ship…

That could only mean that…

The Avatar and his friends captured her in the middle of the night!

Only for the two to turn towards the doors once more when Ty Lee rushed in with the little kitten in her arms.

All the while as Azula now stood glaring down at the meowing fur ball with her golden eyes agape with anger.

While the captain glanced at the cat in mild curiosity from over her shoulder.

"Get that thing out of my throne room Ty Lee or I will destroy it." The princess spoke in a terrifying voice as she glared at her the other woman's distraught face.

"We have a kitten now?" The captain pondered with a tilt of her head while the princess's golden eyes twitched in annoyance.

"Enough about the damn fur ball. I want that girl found. Now!" Azula commanded in an imperious voice as she loomed on her throne room steps while the acrobat rushed up to her.

"Azula! You said that you found this kitten in Elle's room, right?" Ty Lee asked as the princess gazed down at her with a cold stare.

Just as Mai walked in with a look of unusual concern on her features.

"Yes, Ty Lee what of it?" The princess replied in a voice of waning patience while her golden eyes still glared at the little feline.

"I found Elle's empty clothes under her covers. Is it possible that Elle could have been turned into a kitten?" The brown-haired woman explained with the tiny kitten cradled against her breasts while the other three highborn women stared at her incredulously.

"Are you suggesting that this cat is Elle?" Mai pondered in a bewildered voice as she stared down at the little meowing kitten with confused tawny eyes.

While Zoe now blinked her hazel eyes in puzzlement as she mulled the possibility over.

All the while as Azula stared down at the tiny creature with her golden eyes flashing in contemplation.

"That is the most absurd thing that I have ever heard Ty Lee! This fur ball is not Elle." Azula spoke in a dismissive voice while she stared harshly back at the pitifully meowing creature.

"Think about it Azula! She has golden hair, golden eyes, she's smaller than most kittens and she was found in Elle's room!" Ty Lee insisted as she walked closer as she held up the vocally meowing tiny kitten for the princess to see.

While the other three highborn women exchanged a baffled glance as they walked forward to inspect the tiny cat.

And soon enough they all crowded around the acrobat with their eyes gazing down at the meowing kitten in newfound curiosity.

"That proves nothing Ty Lee. Many cats have amber eyes. And of course, you found it in Elle's room because the girl is the only one on this ship foolish enough to bring such a creature aboard." The princess argued with her toned arms folded over her robed breasts while she stared down at the little meowing kitten.

While Zoe and Mai now exchanged a thoughtful look as they each inspected the cat.

"Then where is Elle if she just brought a kitten into her room this morning? I am telling you Azula. I really think that this is her!" The brown-haired woman exclaimed as she frowned back at the princess's skeptical scowling face.

"Ty Lee has a point princess. Those are suspicious circumstances. But I have an idea that may help us determine if this truly is young Elle." Zoe commented with a hand under her chin while Azula snorted as she tried not to roll her eyes

While the other two noblewomen turned their eyes to gaze back at the captain.

Ten minutes later…

Team Azula watched in uncertainty as the warrior walked back into the room with several items in hand.

While the acrobat held the tiny mewling kitten in her arms.

While the princess sat in her throne once more as she watched the cat closely with pondering golden eyes.

All the while as the markswoman observed the tiny kitten with curiosity in her eyes as she mulled over if it was possible for that to be her little sister.

"First we'll set her down and see who she runs to." The captain stated as she gestured for the acrobat to set the kitten down.

Just as the noblewoman knelt down as she smiled down at the adorably tiny mewling kitten.

"Go on little one." Ty Lee cooed as she let the tiny kitten down on the floor while Azula rolled her imposing eyes over them.

Only for the three noblewomen to watch with humor in their eyes when the minuscule kitten scurried towards the princess's looming golden throne.

While Azula glared down with disbelief in her ruthless eyes as she watched the tiny thing clamber up the steps in a wild effort to reach her throne.

And not a moment after that the princess sat high on her throne gazing down with disbelieving golden eyes to see the minute animal trying to climb up her boot once more!

All the while as the three other women stared on with fascination and even a degree of amusement in their eyes.

While Azula's lips pursed into an imposing scowl as she leaned down to glare in judgment down at the furball hanging from her boot.

'Azula-sama!' Elle meowed as she pulled on the tall woman's leggings while Azula stared down at her with narrowed golden eyes as she surveyed her from above.

"She actually likes Azula. No animal likes Azula." The markswoman remarked with a small smirk on her lips while the princess glared down at her.

"If anything, this just only proves that even fur balls are susceptible to my natural charms. But that doesn't mean that this is the tiger monkey." Azula retorted with a shake of her head while she frowned down at the little mewling kitten clawing at her heel.

Only to turn her head to Zoe when the warrior walked up the steps of her throne before the woman came to a stop standing over the meowing cat.

"My second test is the following. I have a can of fish. Cats love fish. Whereas our Elle is a proud vegetarian and as we all know she would rather die than eat meat." Zoe announced with a small smile on her lips as she held out a can of fish while Azula scowled down at the tiny cat on her boot.

Before she bent down to set the can on the floor as she opened it up before the meowing kitten.

And then other highborn women watched in curiosity when the captain gently picked the tiny kitten up in her hands.

Before she lowered the little feline over the opened can of fresh ocean fish.

All the while as they all watched with astonishment in their eyes when the minuscule kitten flailed as if Zoe was trying to kill her.

'N-no! I am not eating that! Get that away from me!' The golden-haired kitten protested as she let out a small sounding growl up at the looming face of the taken aback Zoe.

While the princess leaned even further down to stare down at the minuscule pitifully thrashing feline in bewilderment.

All the while as her merciless golden eyes flashed with a flicker of emotion as she surveyed the mewling thing from where she sat on her throne.

Could this little furball truly be her servant?

"Is…that really Elle?" Mai pondered in a stunned voice as she walked up the steps with her tawny eyes gazing down at the flailing kitten in amazement.

And not even a second after that they all watched in fascination when the minuscule kitten sprung free from the captain's hands.

And leaped right back down at the princess's boots.

All the while as they watched in shock when the little kitten began adorably nuzzling the princess's pointed boot.

While Azula still stared down at the cat with disbelief in her ruthless golden eyes.

"And now for my final test…sour candy." The captain remarked with a smirk on her lips while she withdrew a small box of sour candy.

All the while as the princess now scrunched up her nose in disgust as she still stared down at the cat with searching golden eyes.

And not a moment after that the warrior poured the sour candy onto the floor before the princess's throne.

While the highborn women then watched in shock when the little kitten scurried at the pile to pick up a piece of sour patch kids in between her fangs.

And then Azula gazed down with her golden eyes agape in incredulity when the candy was deposited before her boots almost as if it was in tribute.

And soon after that the little feline began to purr while she ate the piece of sour candy.

All the while as the four women stared on with stunned expression in their eyes.

"A cat that won't eat fresh fish but will eat sour candy? What are the odds Azula?" The brown-haired woman quipped with a smile on her lips while the princess stared down at the happy kitten.

"But how in Agni's name would Elle have turned into a cat?" The markswoman inquired in an incredulous voice as she gazed down at the little purring cat.

Just before the mighty princess narrowed her golden eyes down at the tiny kitten when the fur ball began to rub her face against her boot once more.

All the while as the flames from her azure firebending lit the hall of her throne room.

Before she pursed her lips into a regal scowl as she leaned down to speak to the feline.

"There is only one way to know for certain if you are Elle..." The princess trailed off in a contemplative voice as she narrowed her eyes in a terrifying glare down at the tiny meowing kitten.

And not a moment later the flames shot up throughout the throne room.

"Bow!" Azula commanded in a voice of absolute authority with her hands clasped in her lap while a tyrannical smirk graced her lips.

While the three noblewomen sweatdropped over the absurdity of how their princess looked ordering a miniscule kitten to bow before her.

Only for all four of the highborn women to gaze on in speechlessness when the tiny feline bowed down on all fours before the princess's pointed boots.

"I…can't believe it. It really is her.' The princess spoke in a taken aback voice while she gazed down at her little bowing feline girlfriend in shock.

All the while as she felt her stomach twist up in remorse over all of the earlier cruel remarks that she had said to the girl unaware that it was truly her little girlfriend.

"Elle…" Mai breathed in a disbelieving voice as she knelt down behind the girl while the little kitten meowed excitedly almost as if in reply.

While Ty Lee crouched down with a softened smile on her lips as she petted the little feline's meowing head.

"It will be okay little sister. We'll get you back to normal soon enough!" Ty Lee assured in a tender voice with a grin on her lips while she patted the kitten's head.

"Incredible. It truly is her." Zoe stated in a still surprised voice as she blinked down at the tiny kitten.

All the while as the princess still sat in a state of shock with her golden eyes gazing down at the little kitten when she scurried back over to her boots.

Before she let out a sigh under her breath as she patted her thigh with an inviting hand.

"Oh, come here peasant." Azula sighed as she patted her lap while she watched the little feline start to crawl up her leg.

Just before she bent over to scoop the tiny kitten up in her palms while she held the meowing girl before her astonished face.

While the three noblewomen watched from the sidelines in fascination.

'Princess! I knew that you would recognize me!' Elle meowed as she tried to smile back at Azula's larger than normal face while the woman held her more gently than before.

And then she purred happily when she was set on a comfortable thigh while she felt a hand lower into her mane of golden hair.

"I command the three of you to devote all of your time into researching this…small change so that we can reverse it as soon as possible." The princess ordered as she began to pet her minuscule feline girlfriend in her lap while her subordinates nodded their heads in agreement.

While she found herself unable to resist running her fingernails through the girl's golden hair as she gazed down at her handmaid with strict golden eyes.

"The last thing I need is for my prized war power to trapped as a fur ball for all her days." Azula snorted as she stared coldly down at Elle's tiny form mewling underneath her petting hand.

"Of course, Azula." The markswoman replied with a slight smirk on her lips while the princess glared back at her.

"In the meantime, it looks as if young Elle has found a suitable cat sitter." The captain teased with a chuckle while her ruler glared at her through the corner of her ruthless eye.

All the while as Ty Lee giggled with a hand over her mouth.

Only for all three of them to gaze on in amusement when the tiny kitten leaped from the princess's lap and perched on her shoulder.

While Azula stiffened in humiliation as she turned to glare down at the little form of her kitten girlfriend now meowing loudly on her shoulder.

And then she let out a low growl when the tiny kitten began to nuzzle her proud cheek.

All the while as her lips pursed into a scowl as she glared at the girl through the corner of her golden eye.

Only for the princess to spin around in outrage when she heard chortling coming from the three noblewomen below.

While all three nobles laughed with their hands covering their amused mouths.

And before the princess could say anything else her golden eyes twitched in annoyance when the girl leaped onto the top of her head.

All the while as Azula now sat on her throne with an embarrassed glower on her crimson lips while the tiny feline began to lay down in her dark hair.

And that was all it took for the three noblewomen's laughter get even louder.

And not a moment after that the flames in the throne room shot up to towering heights.

While the entire throne room turned the color of a calamitous blue while the trio flinched under their monarch's death glare.

"Get out! All three of you or I will banish you all!" The princess bellowed in a terrifying voice while her subordinates rushed towards the doors.

All the while as her tiny kitten girlfriend meowed from where she sat in her black hair.

"That would be threatening princess…if you didn't have a kitten perched on your head." Zoe chuckled as she walked out while Azula glared daggers after her.

And not a second later the throne room doors closed shut with a thunderous thud.

All the while as the princess sat there with a tiny sliver of pink on her regal cheeks.

While she raised her eyes upward to glare up at the meowing kitten peering down at her from over her eyes.

"Elle! Get off my head or I will punish you." Azula stated in a hard voice as she glared up at the girl's grudgingly adorable mewling face.

Only for her lips to curve into a strangely pleased smile when the tiny kitten obediently jumped down from her head and into her lap.

Whether it be as a human or a kitten the girl knew who owned her, and she obeyed accordingly.

While she gazed down at her kitten girlfriend as the meowing girl settled on her thigh with her little paws cutely digging into her leggings.

All the while as she set her palm over the minuscule kitten once more while she started to pet the purring girl.

While she sighed as she reclined with the back of her head resting against her throne.

All the while as she continued to pet her girlfriend with a possessive glare in her cold eyes.

"Good girl Elle. Worry not...I'll get you restored to your normal self shortly." The princess purred as she petted the tiny kitten's head while she watched with a protective gleam in her eyes as the girl curled up to sleep on her thigh.

While she leaned back on her posterior with her hand resting in her new kitten girlfriend's soft mane of hair.

"Until then peasant…you stay with me at all times and don't you dare leave my sight." Azula sighed with her beautiful lips forming a content smile as she petted her tiny girlfriend in her lap.

'A-Azula-sama. I am yours and I love you with all of my heart.' The golden-haired kitten meowed as she purred with her face coming to rest on the princess's robed thigh.

While she savored the sensation of the woman's strong hand petting her back as she closed her eyes.

And soon after that she began to doze off on her princess's soft thigh.

She knew that her princess wouldn't allow any harm to come to her.

As long as she had her home…her Princess Azula…there was nothing to fear.

#Azula #avatar the last airbender fanfiction #yuri #ty lee avatar #mai avatar