#did he press shaking lips to a stone cold forehead

[marcobodtlives]

Do you think Jean was the cadet who had to carry Marco’s body to the pyre?

#did he hold him close to his chest #did he ignore the blood #did he press shaking lips to a stone cold forehead #did he mourn the realisation that holding Marco like this was the closest he’s ever been and ever will be to Marco again #did he regret the things he never did #did he regret the words he never said #or did he gently pick him up and lay him in a wagon that was for transporting the bodies #did he snap at any other soldiers offering to help him carry the weight #did he tug Marco closer to his chest as they got to the court yard #were the pyres already lit #did he have to throw the love of his life onto the pile #or were the fires unlit #did he lay down his love and brush bangs from his eyes as a final parting goodbye #did he watch as the pyres were lit #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #marco bodt #jean kirschtein #jeanmarco #or if you wanna be funky: #jean kirstein #marco bott #my writing #my drabbles #aot drabbles #my loose thoughts #tw character death

[lovingmattysposts]

You don't know me 12

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summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

I shook my head under water, focusing on nothing else but the coldness of the water surrounding me, suffocating me. Flailing my arms around as I tried to move away. To breathe. But I couldn't.

I felt a splash next to me to me and arms come around me and pull me up to the surface. I opened my eyes shaking out my hair as I gasped for my breath. I looked up seeing Chris's now wet hair fallen in front of his face staring back at me, holding me above the water.

I coughed and hug my head. "Y/n, you scared the shit out of me" He breathed heavily. I shook my head gasping for a breath of air. I ran my hands over my face as I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Can you not swim?" He asked out of breath, staring at me in shock and worry, his arms so tightly around me I couldn't move away from him even If I tried. He was holding onto me for dear life . I shook my head as I looked at him and wrapped my arms around his neck for stability, and from fear from the ground I couldn't touch under the water.

"Why did you push me into the water?" I said my chest rising and falling. "I-I didn't know you didn't know how to swim" he said frantically. I pulled one hand out from around him and wiped my face. He just looked at me.

His eyes looked more impossibly blue from the light of the pool surrounding us. I just looked at him. "I just never learned" I whispered as he looked at me. He sighed closing his eyes.

"I would have never pushed you in if I knew that. I'm so sorry" he whispered. I just blinked at him. His hair was darker when it was wet, droplets of water dripping from the long strands.

It was still dark outside but the lights from the pool lit up his face in a way that wasn't fair to the rest of humanity. I was consumed by him, from how he looked. The way his hands were pressed against me so tightly as If he was screaming "I'm not letting you go".

"I like your eyes" I whispered not thinking as I just stared at him. He smiled as his hands were locked around my waist. We were in the declining part of the deep end, he could stand—I couldn't. So I held onto him for dear life.

"Yeah?" He whispered. I nodded. "They're pretty" I stated. He smiled. I sighed looking at him. He parted his mouth looking at me, just heavy breaths being heard from both of us, from the coldness of the water. "I'm really cold" I whispered feeling my clothes now drenched sticking to my body. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah me too" He chuckled.

We just stared at each other.

I swallowed before I felt him lean into me, I leaned in too before our foreheads were pressed together and we just stared at each other, our lips less than an inch away from touching. A position we had been in before but this time it was different. This time I felt it so much it hurt my chest.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" I breathed, desperate for the answer. He just stared at me, swallowing. I could see the thoughts across his eyes as I waited for him to answer. The only sounds were us breathing and water dropping from our hair.

"No"

I closed my eyes but stayed pressed against him. "Are you gonna kiss me?" He whispered back. I opened my eyes, blinking back at him. I licked my lips and all I could think about was Max.

"No" I answered. He didn't move from me. "So we're just going to sit here and torture ourselves then?" He asked his voice barely heard. I smiled and chuckled, getting a better grip of my arms around him and wrapping my legs around his waist. "Yeah I guess so" I agreed as we stayed there, neither of us moving, our bodies molded together.

He didn't react, like he was okay with it. Neither of us moving as we sat there for a minute, just painfully looking at each other our noses pressed against one another. My heart beating so fast I could barely breathe. I'd never held eye contact with someone for this long before. But it wasn't uncomfortable in the way most people may find it, no it was a different uncomfortable. It was painful.

Just one swift movement from either one of us and our lips would touch.

"Did you push me in because I was about to kiss you?" I whispered, feeling like I needed to speak. To say anything, to prevent myself from moving. I didn't want to ask the question, but it was like a cloud of embarrassment hanging over my head that I couldn't avoid. He just looked at me for a second before sighing and resting his head against my shoulder, finally tearing his eyes away from me.

I just stared out into the bushes behind him as he sat there against my shoulder. "I'm trying so hard to resist you" he whispered looking up at me. I caught his eye immediately once he lifted his head. He shook his head. "I'm really trying" He whispered. I just looked at him.

"Is it because I have a boyfriend or because of who I am?" I asked before I could think. His face told me everything I needed to know. His eyebrows scrunched, his eyes glossy. His face turned down. I swallowed looking at him. Reading his answer all over his face.

I nodded turning my head away from him. It didn't matter that I had a boyfriend. Max was the last thing on his mind about this situation, we had put ourselves in yet again.

It was the fact that I wasn't Rose.

I couldn't help the tears come to my eyes as I looked away from him. I hated how emotional I was. I wish I could save it. Just nod and get out of the pool and watch him walk away before I let the tears fall from my eyes. But I couldn't hide my emotions in front of Chris, I never had before and It wasn't starting now.

I couldn't change who I was, I was just me. That just never seemed enough for anyone, even the one person that I cared about the most. I took in a shaky breath as I felt my face start to collapse. I didn't want to break in front of him. Not like this. I released my hands before pushing off of him and grabbing the side of the pool with my hands. 

"Y/n" 

I pulled myself out of the pool before standing up and shaking my head, no words leaving my mouth. I heard him swim to the side of the pool and pull himself out of the pool as well. I reached down gripping my shirt in my hand and ringing out some of the water before reaching down and picking up and towel and throwing it at him. 

He grabbed the towel, but held it down. "Y/n, listen please it's not like-" 

"No I get it" I snapped looking up at him. My face hard tears starting to fall from my eyes. "I get it alright? It's not a shocking thing to hear." I stated looking at him as he stared down at me. "I haven't been enough for anybody before, I wasn't expecting for that to change now" I spat before turning and walking down the side of the pool, goosebumps filling my body from the cold air and my soaking wet body. 

“I’m not Rose and I never will be I’m just me” I said looking back and looking at him. The towel by his side as he looked at me, his body dripping wet. I shook my head before walking back towards the house.

-

"Do you have something you want to tell me?" 

I looked up from my phone, looking up at my boyfriend. I just stared at him as he laid expressionless staring back at me from across the room. My hand started shaking slightly. "What?" My voice broke as I placed my phone into my lap. He stepped towards the bed I was laying on. 

"Is there anything--" He raised his eyebrows. "You want to tell me" He stated again as If I hadn't heard him the first time. I couldn't read his face I didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't possibly know about Chris right? There was no way. No even after the fight, Max didn't know him. He had no way of knowing. Unless my mother said something. If she had a death wish. 

"No" I stated calmly looking at him. He just stared at me as if he was studying my face. I leaned back from his gaze. "Max what?" I asked shaking my head feeling burning come up my neck. Chris and I didn't kiss, we did nothing wrong. He nodded looking down before pulling something out of his pocket. 

"Then what is this?" He asked as he threw it onto my bed. I looked down seeing a pack of cigarettes layed before me. Chris's cigarettes. My eyes went wide. They were the ones that I put in my bag when we were outside, when he comforted me about Max yelling at me for my outfit. 

I stared blankly at them and then looked up at him, he raised his eyebrows. "You're smoking now?" he asked looking down at me. I let out a breath. Yes, me. I'm smoking. I looked back up at him, his gaze still angry. 

"Y/n, that's��gross" He said shaking his head at me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "It's not that gross" I said picturing Chris with a cigarette in between his teeth.

Not gross to me.

He scoffed shaking his head. "I knew I tasted smoke on your lips that night" He said shaking his head at me like I was a child. I just looked at him as he paced back and forth in front of me. Like he couldn't wrap his mind around me smoking cigarettes. Well, I didn't but still. 

It was easier to sit here and pretend I chain smoke cigarettes than explain that those are in fact not mine.

I'll take the easier situation.

He paused looking over at me. "Is that all you've been hiding from me? Or are you living some other secret life I had no idea about?" Max spat looking at me. I swallowed. Oh fuck. 

"Max what-no?" I lied through my teeth as I looked at him, standing up off my bed and walking over to him as he glared at me. "Max come on, I smoke big deal-" I said shaking my head. His eyes went wide.

"It is a big deal! My girlfriend isn't going to be smoking cigarettes" He said pointing at himself. I stepped back looking at him. 

"You're girlfriend?" I scoffed. He stepped towards me. "Yeah my girlfriend, you're mine. When people look at you--They think of me" He said harshly clenching his teeth. I shook my head, smiling slightly there was no way he was speaking to me like this right now. 

"God forbid they look at me as Y/n Labraut. As myself instead of someone's property!" I yelled at him. He shook his head at me. "Do your parents know about this?" He asked looking at me and crossing his arms over his chest.

I closed my eyes and took in a breath. "No Max, I didn't my mommy about the fact that I smoke" I said holding up my hands. He took in a long breath. 

"Maybe this was the divide that's been between us" He stated. "You keeping this from me" He said motioning to the cigarettes on the bed. I looked down at the bed and then back up to me. "Oh so it's my fault?" I asked shaking my head. He nodded. 

"Yeah it's your fault" He glared at me. I pursed my lips looking at him. "Well I'm sorry that i'm such a horrible girlfriend" I whispered shaking my head. He let out a breath and looked down. I just looked at him. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of him yelling at me. I'm tired of him thinking everything was my fault. 

"Y/n" He sighed stepping forward. "Just stop smoking for me okay? It's not a good look--It's for weird people with no lives--It's for losers" He said blankly. I glared at him. "It's not for losers" I said through clenched teeth. He nodded. "Yes it is. You're not a loser, you're a Labraut and you better--"

"Start acting like one" I finished looking at him raising my eyebrows. "Yeah Max, I know" I breathed turning my head and looking away from him. He walked up to me before placing his hands on my hips and placing his face into my neck. I moved away from him slightly. 

"Baby, what's going on? Talk to me" He whispered against me before pulling my hips to him. I moved from his touch. "Nothing's going on" I stated, execpt you being an absolue jackass. He looked up at me, his face hardened. 

"When was the last time we had sex?" He asked making me close my eyes. "What?" I asked pressing my hands up to my face, wondering what the fuck this had to do with anything.

"When was the last time we had sex?" He stated again motioning between us. I just blinked at him. I didn't know. I couldn't remember. It was like---

The night before I met Chris. 

Almost a month ago. 

I shrugged. He let out a breath wrapping his arms back around me and pulling me to him. I just looked at him. "Let just relax okay?" he breathed running his hands over my hips. I just watched. "You seem stressed, I'm stressed--" He said scanning my face. I shook my head slightly. 

"Come on baby, let's just forget this ever happened hm? I miss seeing your body" He hummed leaning his face up to mine. I just watched him.

"My body huh?" I asked softly. He nodded, his eyes not leaving mine. I leaned down next to his ear. "Well, isn't that just the nicest thing you've ever said about me" I whispered before pushing him off of me. 

He looked up at me angrily. 

"If you think I'm having sex with you after you just screamed at me--" I scoffed looking at him. He just stood there. I shook my head.

"Just get out" I said holding my hands up and shaking my head. He glared at me hard. "You're a real fucking bitch sometimes you know" He said harshly before turning and walking out of my door, slamming it making me flinch. 

-

I felt like shit, maybe because my boyfriend just tried to guilt trip me into having sex with him, but I knew that wasn't the real reason.

My mind was on the night at the pool yesterday. Staring at the boy I knew I shouldn't have feelings for, but did anyway as he looked at me wishing he was seeing someone else. My chest hurt just remembering it. 

If I could be anyone else I promise you I would be.

But I can't change who I am. I was born into a family that hates my existence, a boyfrined that looks a me like dress-up doll, and when I finally think that I found someone who likes me for me---for my thoughts, It all came crashing down with the hard realization that this was my life. 

I'll never be as brave or as sure as Chris wants me to be. I'll never be as strong-headed and business oriented as my parents want me to be, and I'll never be as agreeable and accommodating as Max wanted me to be.

I felt like my whole body was being pulled in a million different directions a million people telling me who they wanted me to be, and none of the people they want is actually me. 

Maybe I didn't know who I was, I was only 17, and that's suppose to be okay. I'm still trying to figure that out. But I guess it was okay for everyone who wasn't a Labraut. 

I thought Chris was different. He listened to what I had to say. He calls me pretty. He walks me home. He does things for me no one has ever done for me before. Was I naive enough to think that he liked me?

I get it, it's not his fault that he's been in love before. Madly in love with someone else. If anything, i'm envious of the feeling because truly, I have never felt that. 

Now i'm thinking i'll never feel that. Chris is the only person who I feel like I can say and do whatever I want with no judgement, he makes me feel like me, whoever that girl is.

I'm finding her piece by piece everyday when I'm with him. But the jab in the heart of him not liking me for the soul purpose that I wasn't her, was something that I almost couldn't look past. 

I wondered why he loved her. I wondered what she was like. If she was kind. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. I'll never know. I just know that he did, love her.

Maybe Chris and I were just friends and I was just making up all the moments in my head, maybe he was just trying to move on from her death. If there was anything that I didn't know, it was constantly what he was thinking. 

I just wanted to me and I just wanted that to be okay. 

I felt something drop onto my cheek. I reached up feeling my cheeks down wet. Great, I was crying. I wish I wasn't so emotional.

People would kill to be in my position. To be a Labraut, to live in this house--to have my parents, my boyfriend. And I was sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I shook my head of how ridiculous I felt. I reached over flicking off the lamp. 

I just needed some sleep. I closed my eyes as I turned over on my pillow, pulling the covers up to my shoulders. Maybe If I tried and wished hard enough, I could wake up as somebody else. 

I let out a long needed breath from my lungs and swallowed back my tears. 

tap.

My eyes shot open. I looked towards the curtains that were covering the glass doors to my balcony. 

tap tap.

I shot up, feeling my heart beating out my chest. Fear filling my lungs. What the fuck? I swallowed clicking on my bedside table lamp, letting light fill the room again. I just sat there staring at the doors. 

tap tap

Okay, I'm not crazy. I pushed the covers off of my body and stood up walking slowly over to the doors before unlocking them and pushing them open.

My body froze when I saw a pair of familiar blue eyes staring back at me. His face looked dishevled, out of breath, worried. 

"Hey" He breathed, his chest rising and falling. My eyes wide as I looked at him. "Chris what are you doing here?" I asked shaking my head. He blinked at me, his eyes not leaving me as he stood there in front of me. 

"I just--" He shook his head. "I just had to see you I-" He stuttered as he stared at me. I swallowed as I looked at him, trying to read what he was thinking, but I never could.

"There was something--" he breathed looking at me. I just blinked at him. 

"--I forgot to say last night, in the pool" He explained. I just looked at him waiting for him to continue. He just stared at me, pressing his lips together his eyebrows furrowed. I shook my head at him.

"Chris what is it?" I asked looking at him. His expression didn't change as he looked at me. 

"What do you have to--"

All the sudden I was cut off by his lips consuming mine.

don't kill me - autumn

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[fcthots]

Hello!

I'm new to all this, I just downloaded tumblr a week ago, but I spent my entire day reading most of your posts!

I absolutely adore your personification of Jason, and was thinking, could you maybe write a little teeth rotting fluff fic about reader having a migrane and Jason just caring for them.

I'm projecting here because I've been sick for a week and I'm just thinking of big Jason Todd walking up to me, putting his hands on my neck and telling me I have a fever, then giving me tea and cuddling with me because he's like a Teddy bear and I need him 🫠

(Also, could I maybe get an emoji)

Thx so much! You're so talented with writing!!!!

I know this is like months late but i dub thee 🪅 bc i thinks its cool!! Anyway, thank you for the love 🥰

You fell asleep early the night before. You mostly ignored Jason's looks of concern and "are you sure you're ok?"s. You were fine. Just tired.

Until you woke up.

You don't immediately open your eyes. Your eyes and throat somewhat burned. Unusual. And now that you think about it, the rest of your body feels like it's freezing. Your head feels like it's tumbling stones in a washing machine and that doesn't even make sense, but you want to cry.

You try to open your eyes but the light from the window forces you to immediately close them. You're so cold, but your arms are too heavy to move. Your headache is pounding and you're freezing and you're whole body aches and a million other things. Thinking about it doesn't help and you can't help the pitiful sound that escapes you. It sounds more like a cry than anything else. You feel something move and the bed next to you and it makes you dizzy. For a moment, you can't register anything other than your discomfort.

The next thing you know, Jason is leaning over you. His hand rubs gentle circles over the small of your back.

"Shh. You're ok. You're alright."

You don't know how you forgot that Jason was here. Your head is just so fuzzy and everything hurts. Another whine escapes and you almost shed a tear at the nausea.

His other hand comes up to sweep your hair to the side. He presses his lips to your forehead on a chaste kiss. "Sugar, you're burning up." His warmth leaves you as you hear him move around the apartment. He can't have been gone for more than a minute, but you swear the noise the opening and closing of the cabinets lasts for hours.

You feel his lovely warmth back at your side soon enough. A hand slips underneath you and you think he's just going to keep rubbing your back, but the other hand goes to your waist and together they push you up and you think you might die. "Sit up for me. C'mon. There you go." His hands steal their warmth back and you'd curse them if you could, but in the next second a pill is being pressed to your lips. "Take this for me." You don't even have it in you to think of protesting. You take the pill in your mouth and then he presses a cool bottle to your lips. "We have to wash it down." You try to bring your hand up to help him but you're too weak to hold the drink up alone. "I gotcha. There you go." He takes the drink back and you mourn its absence, but that doesn't last long before his arms draw you close to his body. Your head rests against his stomach as he asks "are you cold?"

You make a sound that is supposed to be affirmative and he curses.

"Shit. I told you you were getting sick." Its aimed more at himself than you and even if you did want to object, you couldn't get the words out. "Do you think you could keep down something down?" You shake your head no against his stomach. "Ok. Can I make you something just in case?"

"Don' leave."

He sighs and runs his fingers through your hair.

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd x reader fluff #red hood x reader fluff #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #fluff #🪅 anon

[calmcoldevening]

You had a bad day [Michael Myers x reader]

You had a bad day, a really bad day. It was cloudy outside, just like you're feeling at the moment. You had a headache after your boss's hour-long screams about how you did the job wrong; you got soaked in the cold rain; besides, your phone was dead.

Finally, you cross the threshold of your house, sighing in amazement. Dirty shoes remain at the doorstep while you slowly walk towards your room, simultaneously pulling off clothes stuck to your body. You climb onto the bed, burrowing into the blanket, and quietly sob. It was disgusting in my heart. It didn't help that you wanted comfort so damn much, but you were alone in the house. You didn't know where Michael was or how he was. He just wasn't there. He had been home quite rarely lately, after all, Halloween had passed not so long ago and Michael was still continuing his 'work'. But you missed him now. You wanted his clumsy, rough, but so warm hugs.

Michael wasn't the best guy. He was always silent, only occasionally nodding or shaking his head in denial, but he never spoke. Michael was never the first to make contact, but only stood in the doorway, looking at you through the black holes of his mask in mute expectation. He always did that when he was hungry.

And yet now you wanted to be the one who was looked after, cared for and loved. You sobbed softly, burying your nose in the cool fabric of the blanket. I wanted to disappear so that it would all be over.

After a good half hour, when you were already on the verge between sleeping and waking, you felt a pair of rough hands on your waist, squeezing your tender flesh. You instinctively flinched at someone else's touch. Your mind was wandering in terror. Exactly until you heard the familiar heavy breathing on the other side of the latex. Michael. It was your Michael. A stone fell from your soul when you breathed a sigh of relief, allowing yourself to relax. All this happened in a split second, when you finally realized that the guy initiated the touch himself. He was hugging you.

"Michael?" You ask quietly. Your tired voice breaks the tense silence like a knife. The man frowns, pulling you closer to him. He doesn't like your voice, the mood you're talking to right now. You were usually gentle and said his name with such love and care that his dead heart melted and seemed to start beating again. In those moments, he wasn't a Boogeyman, he was Michael. Your Michael. But now your voice was quiet, as if you were speaking with some kind of pain. Michael didn't like it. His broad palm began to stroke your stomach with amazing tenderness, while the nose of his mask gently rubbed against your bare neck. Like a kitten.

Transparent droplets of tears appear in your eyes, slowly flowing down your pale cheeks. It seemed that the whole weight of the last few years fell on your shoulders in an instant. You're shaking. The pain in your temples and aching heart make you cry like a little child. Michael tenses up. In an instant, you are turned over and you find yourself with your face pressed against Myers' chest, his chin on top of your head. His hands are holding you to him with a bit of desperation, stroking your back. You grab the fabric of his jumpsuit, so rough and old, like a lifebuoy, burrowing into his body in search of peace and relief. Your eyes are burning with tears, and your chest can't take a full breath of air.

"..it's not my fault.. However," you whisper softly, trying to keep the remnants of your composure, "It wasn't my job.. but the director thought otherwise. He.. He yelled at me. Strongly.. he was so angry, although my colleague is to blame.."

Michael's measured movements gradually slow down until his big hand leaves your back, leaving this place to be torn apart by the cold of the room. But then the loud breathing stops, and after it you feel Michael leaning back, putting something on the bedside table. The next moment, a pair of cracked, dry lips touches your forehead, leaving a rough but so familiar kiss on your skin. You don't dare to look up, but your sobs gradually slow down, turning into muffled sobs. Now the man's hand finds your place on your cheek, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. He is surprisingly gentle, as if you are a real crystal figurine made of pure glass.

You are his heart. Michael had never known what love or caring was before. His childhood and youth in a psychiatric hospital were filled with pain and alienation, from which he learned to hide from the rest of the world behind a solid mask of indifference, behind the mask of a monster. And yet, with you, he wanted to be real. It was difficult, and Michael didn't always know how to behave. But now, seeing you crying, something inside Michael tightened painfully, making him frown and clench his teeth. He didn't know why he was angry and didn't know why he felt that way. The only thing Michael was sure of was that he wanted to punch the face of the one who made you cry.

Finally, you calm down, letting out a nervous sigh from your lungs. Michael tenses up for a moment, but his heart skips a beat when he sees you visibly relax in his arms.. Are you happy? His stroking resumes when he wordlessly tries to persuade you to sleep. You obey, snuggling into his chest and closing your eyes. The man's gaze softens, his lips seem to twitch in a slight hint of a smile.

This will be one of those rare occasions when Michael stays with you all night. But he definitely thinks he should visit your boss the next night.

I just needed a little comfort from my boy. Have a good day ♡⁠

#slashers x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers

[thefallennightmare]

UPCOMING TEASERS COVERS:

Noah scoffed while running a hand through his long hair, pulling at the ends. "Why am I even bothering with this? Us? You can't feel my touch. You can't feel anything about me."

My face goes stone cold as I bit back the tears. "Thats not fair, Noah."

He began pacing his room all while shaking his head. “Is that why you just magically dropped here? If I was going to fucking die you should have told me from day one, Lethia!"

I stood in the large kitchen, Noah spreading his arms over the island that worked as a barrier between us. His breathing was deep and even, nostrils flaring underneath that black ski mask he wore. My core was on fire, aching from the teasing all day, and with the proposition he just offered, I was ready to strip down naked for him.

"W-wh-what did you say?" I stumbled over my words, his words replaying in my mind.

Noah tilted his head, dark eyes assessing me. "I'll give you a three-second head start but when I catch you, I fuck you."

“Your hair was going to get sticky, angel," Noah shrugged while licking at the vanilla cone in his hand.

“I could have gotten it myself you know," I giggled.

“No need, I’m right here.”

I rested my head on his shoulder when I finished my ice cream sandwich. “You going to get ice cream out of my hair even when we’re old as fuck and grey?”

“That is the plan, yeah," he pressed a cold kiss to my forehead.

@thescarlettvvitch

My eyes cast down to the tattoos on his left arm and I couldn't hide the excited grin that pulled at my lips. "Lord of the Rings! I'm a huge fan."

Matts rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. “Yeah, I saw you reading The Hobbit on the bus."

“Maybe the next off day, we could have a marathon? I have all the movies on my laptop,” I suggest while turning my body towards him. 

“I’d like that a lot, little fairy,” he breathes, fanning the words over my lips. 

"Fuck," Noah groaned while arching his back off my bed, his tattoos glistened underneath the teal neon lights in my apartment.

I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock, the salty tang of his precum tasted sweet as I swallowed it greedily. I couldn't get enough of him, I needed all of him; now.

"This?" I now swirled my tongue over the thick head once again. "Is mine."

Noah rested on his elbows, dark eyes blown wide with his lust as they peered down at me through the thick strands of hair that fell into his eyes.

"Is that right?" He shuddered.

I hummed while running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. "I licked it, so it's mine."

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[poorwritingandstalecoffee]

amor vincit omnia.

WC: almost 3k

“Sometimes you scare me, you know?” 

“And yet you’re still here.”

“With you? Always.”

…

Emily never really knew where you came from or how you became so skilled at killing people. Your background, your name, your scarred, lightning-fast fists, the quick blur of your legs kicking out to slam into opponents, the cold, neutral stare of your eyes down the barrel of a gun or scope as they shot with deadly precision through the air and into the chest of an unassuming enemy. It was all in a fog; all she knew was Hotch told her. You were a friend of a friend taking care of a favor. She was your mission, your objective to get her to safety and out of the clutches of Doyle and his henchmen. 

Your black suit, the stone cold set your jaw, and the resigned yet fiercely determined glare of your eyes were the first things she remembers seeing of you. As you slammed through the doors and snatched Doyle’s hands, twisting his wrists to drop the burning pen, you jerked his arms up behind his back, pivoted around once, and used the momentum to throw him across the room. Emily, still shaking with the leftover fear that Doyle almost branded her, gawked up at the back of your head as you stalked toward the man you were ordered to kill. 

Doyle held a hand to the bleeding gash on his forehead and scrambled to stand. Leaning against the wall, he sneered at you. “Who the hell are you?”

“Your personal devil.” 

“Who the fuck do you-”

Your fist slammed into his abdomen, crushing his stomach while your left elbow hit his jaw, sending his head rolling backward and his jawbone shattering under your blow. You let your body swivel around and sent a kick into Doyle’s chest, sending him crashing back against the wall. You heard his head hit the concrete as he fell back on the floor, but you were already kneeling in front of Emily and reaching for the bonds around her feet. 

She stared at you in astonishment and slight terror, wondering where you came from and what are you? She felt your hands, cold as ice, breaking her restraints around her ankles, and she already had so many questions. Still, she couldn’t make her lips move from their open shape as she stared at your pale face, the stoic set of your lips, your sharp jaw, the way the muscles there—everywhere on you, it seemed—would contract and release, and of course, the glare of your eyes that saw everything. She watched your fingers grasp the zip tie around her wrist, the way they eased under the restraint and gently pressed against her skin before curling around the black tie and pulling. Everything about you screamed vicious, deadly, murderously capable. Yet, you handled her like she was the most precious thing to you. It made Emily almost want to laugh at the sharp contrast. 

You grasped her shoulders and helped her stand. Looking down, Emily realized she was still exposed in her bra, and the fear, still fresh on her, mixed with hot embarrassment. Your eyes glanced over her before turning back to Doyle as if checking to ensure she got there in time before Doyle could marr any of her skin. Emily didn’t know if she felt grateful for your discretion or somehow smaller under your presence as if she was a helpless child who had let herself walk into the lion’s den and now needed saving from her foolishness.

Emily buttoned her shirt and, while casting a glance at your back, watched you move toward Doyle. She saw your face reflected in the pool of blood on the floor, and the expressionless plains of your face with your silent, murderous stare made her blood run cold. You really did intend to kill him. 

She watched you snatch Doyle by the back of his shirt and flinched as your fist collided with his face again, again, and again. The sound of bone crushing against your knuckles made her close her eyes and turn her head. Emily’s heart pounded in her ears, and she could hear herself breathing hard because you were scaring her. Yet, the image of Doyle burning, breaking, tearing—torturing—her in the empty room while her screams rang against the walls, with no one to save her—terrified her.

You didn’t stop until you knew he was long dead. Your fists and boots slammed, hit, kicked, and smashed him until Doyle wasn’t himself anymore. The indignant swears turned into growls that turned into gurgling pleas for mercy. You watched him curl into himself more every time you delivered another blow. You heard—felt—his bones break under your hits, and his bloody hands reached out, palms up, fingers spread, while his head hung and he pleaded—cried—for mercy. “Pathetic,” you sneered at his cowardness that you so easily pulled out from under his facade of cruelty. 

With one final, swift pivot, you kicked his head back into the concrete, sending his pleas to a halt and his body to slump against the floor in a bloody pool. You sighed into the growing silence and pulled out a handkerchief from the side pocket hidden in your uniform. Wiping the blood off your hands, you surveyed your work and listened for Doyle’s incoming reinforcements that would be here any minute due to his failing to check in over the radio. Hmm, they’ll be disappointed at having a fighting party to chase, you thought. Oh well, no rest for the wicked.

Emily still had her eyes shut when she heard you walking towards her. She flinched at your hands lightly touching her shoulders. 

“Sorry,” you said and drew your hands back. “We have to go now. Doyle’s reinforcements will be here any minute, and they’ll have orders to finish what he started. Even if he is dead.”

Emily’s eyes opened and she gawked at the amount of blood you spilled around the room; Doyle’s body lay in a broken, red mess and you just stood there wiping your hands like it was just another day at the office. “Who are you?” She stared up at you and knew she should be thanking you. Hell, she should be kissing your boots with what you had done. It’s the shock, she thought. 

“A friend of Aaron’s. I’ll explain later, but now I need to get you somewhere safe,” you said.

“R-right, yeah,” Emily said. She let you lead her out of the bloody room and thought she saw the slick black metal of your bike waiting for them under the moonlight, but she couldn’t be sure. Her eyes never left your face. While you stared ahead, intent on getting her to safety, she let herself look over the face of her savior. 

…

That was over three years now, and Emily can still remember the complete astonishment and awe she felt at meeting you. How you burst into her life right at the moment she needed you. To this day, there were still moments you frightened her, but in a different way that had her wanting to grab onto you, kiss you, clutch at you as if you were a figment of her imagination this entire time, and any second she would blink herself back into that dark concrete room with nobody but Doyle and his sinister smirk to greet her. It took her breath away and set a fire in her that only you and your gaze, hands, voice, and body could ease. 

After that night, you had remained by Emily’s side, never leaving her, not that either of you wanted you to. Throughout your assignment, both of you grew closer. What was once hesitancy stemming from strangers living together led to warmth, closeness, passion, and a frantic need to know where the other was. Emily found herself depending on you for more than just safety. It almost made her feel embarrassed, like a teenager with raging hormones all over again, with how she couldn’t stop herself from envisioning you with her in ways that made her blush with need and start scanning the room to see where you were. Almost. She felt herself falling and falling hard for you; it made her breath hitch, her heart race, and her stomach feel like it was doing somersaults for you. 

Emily could close her eyes and trace the path of your hands, lips, teeth, and tongue as they drew patterns all over her body. Her lips quirked up at the flashing memories of you, night after night, moving over her with ease and grace, your soft yet strong arms as they held her, eyes that softened and landed on her with a level of understanding no one knew except you, and my god, that smile of yours. How it lit up the entire room with the flash of your teeth and the little speck of dimples that only came out when you were really happy. She loved you in an overwhelming, terrifying, and breathtaking way. She wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

…

After Doyle, you ended your contract with your former agency and moved to DC to be with Emily. By the end of your mission, both of you were falling, and you still are every day, for each other, and leaving her was out of the question for you. So here you are on a plane with your team now, on your way back from a grueling three-week case that left all of you drained. 

Now, in hindsight, it was all Morgan’s fault. He hadn’t known what he was getting into, who he was talking to, or what he was about to start. If he had just kept his fucking mouth shut, Emily thought. 

You and she were sitting on one of the couches, your head on the headrest with Emily’s on your shoulder. Your arms, tired from fighting off an Unsub who just would not get the point and surrender, were resting on the back of it, and you let your mind settle into a soft daze while listening to her breathing beside you. Emily sighed into your neck, eyes closed and breathing in your scent. She fiddled with the wedding ring on her finger and still thought that her life—you—were a dream sometimes. Usually, that was after something startling and gruesome happened, like the case. All those dead couples, their bodies flung and mutilated, threatened her feeling of stability with you. That was when she always needed to get a good look at you, feel you next to her, and let the weight of your body remind her you were real and breathing right next to her. 

"—don’t understand how someone would feel like they need to do that? I don’t care what the Unsub said; his actions were not out of love.”

“Well, his final actions probably not. Maybe it was grief, but grief does come from love, and that kind of love only gives way to feelings that are just as powerful and blinding.”

Emily caught the end of Morgan and JJ’s conversation, and her eyes opened when Morgan said, “Ehh, I don’t know. Nobody can love somebody that much to feel like the world should pay for their loss. I mean, it’s not those couples killed his wife. Everyone knows that.”

Emily knew what was coming next and was not surprised when you spoke up, head still laid back, and eyes closed. “When you love someone, Morgan, in the way the Unsub did, you feel like the world should pay for their death—even if it is irrational because morals are beside the point by then. Your world, your life, your light was taken from you. Killed off. That is unacceptable.”

She placed a hand on your thigh, pressing down as if to say, easy. Silence swallowed the cabin, and everyone’s eyes were now on Y/n, staring right at Derek, challenging him to say otherwise. Emily looked into your unwavering eyes and thought about every time you jumped in front of her, pulled her out of the way, took and swung punches for her till you were certain whoever had wronged her was lying dead. 

Morgan hesitated under your gaze and almost wanted to call a truce, but it was you. You wouldn’t do anything…right? “But the Unsub had already killed the person responsible for his wife’s death, and yet he still went on. The fact that he felt he was saving those couples a fate of misery is beside the point. He became the murderer, Y/n.”

Your eyes narrowed at him and your jaw tensed as you gritted your teeth. He has no idea. Emily’s breath hitched at your expression and your words because you were talking about her—talking about defending her, burning the world down for her. 

“He went on because the world allowed his wife’s murderer to walk free. Those couples worked for the justice system that allowed the man to walk. So, in his worldview, that was a betrayal; he had trusted the world to take care of, protect, and defend his love, and it failed. His actions were illegal and wrong according to the justice system but so were those of the people who allowed his wife’s murderer to walk.” You stopped and smirked at Derek as his face slowly paled at realizing who he was talking to. “C’mon, Morgan, I thought you were smarter than that.” 

“So, so you would–”

“Derek, give it a rest already,” JJ said. Hers and everyone else’s eyes nervously flicked between his and yours—even Hotch glanced at you because he knew of your background and how you felt toward Emily. 

“No, it's okay, JJ. Let him finish,” you said without taking your eyes off him. Emily could feel your leg tensing underneath her hand and saw Morgan’s growing fearful expression out of the corner of her eye. She felt her heart beating frantically, and part of her wanted to reach out and grab your chin to make you look at her and stop this. 

“I-i just think it’s kind of barbaric, acting as judge, jury, and executioner like that when people lose loved ones every day. You know it’s not up to us to decide who gets to live and die Y/n…You’re telling me that if something happened—” he flinched at the murderous look that flashed across your eyes at that phrase. “I-if something happened to her, you really would kill every single one of the people that tried to get to her and all of those that even had an inkling of a hand in it? You wouldn’t just let the justice system do its job?!”

You chuckled at the fear in his voice. “I already have Derek.” He shrunk back at you and looked like you had just backhanded him. “And I would do it all over again to anyone that dared to even come near her with an ounce of malice,” you shook your head and looked at his fearful expression, “You don’t get it, do you? She is everything to me, she is my world and I would do anything for her, no matter the cost.”

You looked at Emily, and your smile softened. “All she has to do is ask.”

Emily stared at you with awe and fear because she knew you meant every word. Your eyes held every emotion, every promise to her and she let herself become lost in them. She could hear her blood pumping in her ears and hardly registered that the plane had landed and everyone was slowly leaving. JJ slapped Derek over the head and muttered, what the hell is wrong with you? Do you have a death wish?

“The plane’s landed Em,” you whispered with a soft smile. You let her stare at you because you knew it still got to her sometimes—the breadth of your love. Yet, you were as calm as ever—her rock and her savior. 

“Sometimes you scare me, you know? Emily sighed and grasped your hand as it came around to touch her cheek. She leaned into it and closed her eyes for a second to ground herself in your touch because it was moments like that when you made her feel like you were not real. How can someone love a person that much?

“And yet you’re still here.” You let your words hang in the air for her to do with them what she wanted while you searched her eyes for the thousandth time for any hint of doubt, any second thoughts. Her wishes were always your top priority, even before your own, and if she said she didn’t want this anymore—didn’t want you anymore…you would let her go. Because that is how much you love her.

Emily let your soft expression—your eyes that held so much love for her they seemed to spill over into all your words and actions—calm her erratic breathing. You scared her sometimes how much you would give yourself over to her, what you would do for her. Yet, it also made her fall that much harder for you. She was your light, and you were her savior. 

“With you? Always.” To hell with the world, Emily thought.

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[cambion-companion]

HI! HUGE FAN LOL, I love your writings and the way you are able to beautifully capture Aemond's whole personality.

Ok so, for the random writing prompts thing! Could we please have a short drabble for number 9 plsss, give us the angst! Where Aemond lost reader, it could be to an illness or reader just being another casualty of war, i.e Aemond got betrayed by someone and reader tries protecting him but ended up dying. Just let me cryy pretty please and thank you so much!!!

You're so kind!! I will try my best to make you cry :)

9. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Aemond x reader | angst | reader death

You remember the flash of a silver blade in the midst of a crowd of swirling color, the shimmering silver of your lover’s hair as he turned, too late. The silver of the moon high above, riding the night sky, bearing witness to the assassin’s attempt.  You leapt forward, knocking trays of drink and food to the ground, desperate to stop that dagger from reaching its mark.  

Purposeful silence filled your mind, your vision darkening around the edges, focused entirely on the assailant advancing on Aemond Targaryen.  You had no time, though time seemed frozen, the dancers around you moving in slow motion as you blocked the deadly strike with your own body, unable to do anything else.

A sharp impact, the breath expelled from your lungs.

You looked down at the blooming red on your bodice, barely registering the swift stroke that cut down the shocked assassin.  

Aemond’s voice cried out your name, sounding oddly distant.  

You fell backwards, darkness enclosing about you, one word taking shape upon your trembling lips.

“Saved.”

Aemond caught you as you fell into him.

His sword, coated with fresh blood, clattered to the stone floor.  He sunk down, your limp head upon his lap, his trembling hands trying to staunch the wound in your sternum.  “Get the maester!”  His voice sounded frenzied and too loud in his ringing ears.

Fresh tears slid down Aemond’s cheek, blurring his vision as he felt your throat with his fingers, looking for a pulse, any sign of life that might shed some ray of hope.

He found none.

Pressing his palm flat to your chest, Aemond could detect no beating of a heart, no rise and fall of breath.  

“No.”  

He would deny it until his voice gave out.  His love was not dead.

“Help them!”  He shouted, at no one in particular, his fingers grasping loosely at the handle of the dagger that still protruded from your chest. He knew better than to wrench it free, so he let his hand fall helplessly to the ground to support his weight as he bent over you.

Ragged sobs escaped him.  Even when the maester did arrive to look sorrowfully upon the scene, Aemond refused to let you go.  When all the healers in the Red Keep gathered around, murmuring softly to each other.  When the guards cleared the scene of civilians.  When the body of the assassin was carted away.  Aemond remained kneeling upon the cold ground, clutching your body close, your blood staining his skin and clothes.

“My prince…there is nothing we can do.”  The healer made as though to try and extricate you from his grasp. “Allow us to-”

“Do not come any closer!”  Aemond snarled, his hand grasping the hilt of his discarded sword.  

He pressed a shaking kiss to your cold forehead. “Please, Y/N.”  He rocked back and forth, unable to stand the agony of grief. “You need to wake up.  I can’t do this without you.”

The silver moon was setting, reflecting silver light on the fresh blood spilt upon silver stone.  

Despite Aemond’s pleading, you did not wake.  Only when Alicent gently coaxed Aemond into her arms did he finally let you go.  His eye red and strained by tears as he sobbed against her chest, clutching tightly to her as the healers carried you slowly away.

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The Scottish Princess, Finan x Reader, Part 4

Warnings: Mature. Minors DNI. Sexual themes. Angst/Sadness/Anxiety. Super smutty. Lol

Note: Super long, but worth the read and I’m obsessed! Hope you love it as much as I do 😉

After you left Alfred’s chamber swiftly, your heart raced and tried to imagine how to reach the cells beneath the palace, a place you had never ventured to before. You weren’t going to give Alfred time to ponder Finan’s release - you needed to see him, and your heart would ache until you did. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears when you darted around a corner, immediately startled by running into Uhtred.

“Uhtred!!! Oh, God… where is he?!” You said as you gripped Uhtred’s forearms firmly.

“Lady, he is alright, only a few bruises. You must not act with haste, it will only anger the King further. Come with me, hm?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into Uhtred’s sympathetic eyes.

“No, you must take me to him. Please.”

Uhtred sighed and looked around the corridors, and nodded when he knew that no one was watching the two of you. He guided you down a steep staircase with damp walls, only a few torches lighting the path into a dark, desolate area that held cells for prisoners. Uhtred moved stealthily, still managing your surroundings and hoping to not come across one of Alfred’s guards, but if he did, he would try to talk or even fight himself out of it.

Finan was sitting in the cell on the ground, his legs stretched out and back against the cold stone wall as he stared ahead and contemplated. His head turned when he heard rustling, his eye catching sight of Uhtred and then of you behind him. He stood up immediately from his seat, eyes widened as he rushed over, his hands grabbing hold of the bars that caged him.

“Lord!” He rasped out quietly in anger, “Why did you bring her here?!”

Uhtred smirked at Finan as he came closer. 

“She is very demanding, Finan.”

Finan’s seriousness diminished and he smiled as you came closer, grabbing his hands in yours tightly as you pressed your forehead to his. Uhtred watched the scene before him, a wave of sympathetic sadness coming over him.

Finan spoke while keeping his forehead pressed to yours, cupping your cheek with one of his shackled hands.

“Lady, you should not be here… you must leave. Go back home… to your father. I will be fine.” He assured you, squeezing your other hand in his.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. You had never experienced such a feeling before, and it broke you.

“Never… I will not leave.”

Finan groaned. “Uhtred, please… take her somewhere safe.”

You breached from Finan’s grasp, your widened eyes looking to him desperately.

“No! I won’t leave you...”

Finan shook his head at you and looked at you for a moment with a soft gaze, reaching out for your hand again as he pleaded with you.

“Do this for me, will ya? Please.”

Tears fell from your eyes at Finan’s words, and you looked to Uhtred who gave you a nod, then looked between the two of you. Seeing your sadness made Finan’s heart shatter as well.

“Go with Uhtred,” Finan said sternly as he brought your hand up to his lips again. “Go.”

You kept shaking your head as tears continued to fall, and pressed your forehead to Finan’s again through the bars. You cupped his face and kissed him deeply. Uhtred came over to pull you away and you held on to Finan’s hand until you had to drop it as the distance grew between you.

Uhtred guided you back up the stairs, and you couldn’t fathom the feelings that had suddenly come over you and hit you so strongly for this man. You felt entirely helpless, feeling as if you might faint from the rush of emotions.

Finan cursed as you left, feeling helpless as well and his heart stirring with emotions that had long been dormant. He paced the cell for a moment and hoped that you would find the strength to return to Scotland, but silently wished that there was another way so that he didn’t have to suffer the pain of parting from you.

You followed Uhtred to the palace yard as he met up with Sihtric and Osferth, the men returning you to the Inn. Your body was exhausted but sleep escaped you for most of the night as you lay wrapped in Finan’s cloak, comforted by the smell of him and aching to have him beside you.

The next morning you woke early and watched out the window of your room at the Inn as Uhtred confidently strutted back to the palace, praying that he would find a way to rejoin you and Finan again.

Alfred was sitting at his throne, one of the priests discussing something with him as Uhtred approached.

“Lord, may we speak?” 

Alfred glared at Uhtred, almost annoyingly, and then nodded. Uhtred spoke confidently.

“You love this woman. But does she not deserve a life outside of being a mistress to you? If Constantin knew of your plight, he would be enraged.”

Alfred nodded, then stood and walked slowly toward Uhtred, his hands cupped together in front of him. 

“Uhtred, you have given me further reasons not to trust you or your men. And so I must ponder the necessary course of action… the consequence.”

Uhtred bit his lip as his heart raced with anger, his words sharp.

“Lord, I have served you and continue to serve you. This is the will of the Princess, Lord. And you must honor it. Your denial is fruitless.”

Alfred remained steadfast as he held Uhtred’s harsh eye contact.

“Bring her to me. I will speak with her for the last time, and then Finan will be released… no wergild to be paid.”

Uhtred was taken aback by Alfred’s capricious behavior. He simply turned from Alfred and walked back outside to the palace yard at a steady pace.

Sihtric and Osferth had attempted to cheer your spirits by taking you to the Alehouse, buying you drinks and asking you questions to keep your mind distracted. This plan failed when Uhtred walked through the doors of the Alehouse.

You stood up quickly from the table, walking straight over to Uhtred and grabbing his arms again.

“Lord, what did he say?” You asked impatiently as

Uhtred sighed. “He wishes for you to speak with him once more. Then he will allow Finan to be released.”

Your heart raced, and you immediately sprinted from the Alehouse. Uhtred was in shock at first, then motioned for Sihtric and Osferth to follow as he sprinted to catch up to you.

“She is a mad woman!” Uhtred shouted breathlessly to the men, coaxing chuckles from them.

You entered the hall again swiftly, slamming the doors open and holding your belly as you caught your breath. 

Alfred was standing in front of the throne in the hall, and your eyes caught Finan standing before him, still shackled. You took a deep breath, and tried not to look at Finan as you approached the King.

“Lord King,” you bowed, still trying to catch your breath.

Alfred nodded to you, and then glared at Finan. 

“Your Highness, you have my apologies. I was mistaken. You may take your leave at any time. Uhtred’s man is free to go.”

You gazed at Alfred in complete awe of his words, holding your stomach again now as you chuckled out of pure relief. Alfred gestured for Steapa to release Finan from the shackles, Finan giving Steapa a wink and Steapa giving him an eye roll back.

You spoke raggedly again at the King.

“Lord King, I am grateful…” 

Alfred nodded, his eyes red and slightly watered, but he hid it well. He stood there and watched as you ran over to Finan, hugging him in a tight embrace, then bestowing a kiss to his lips without a single care of who witnessed it. Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth had hung back and watched the scene before them, all smiling. 

After several mugs of ale in celebration back at the Alehouse, Uhtred insisted that the men begin the journey to Coccham once again, but wondered what destiny had in store for you next.

“Your Highness, what is next on your path?” Uhtred asked with a grin.

You smiled at him, and then looked at Finan. His crinkled, sweet brown eyes looked to you as he smiled and you held his gaze for a moment before looking back to Uhtred.

“I would like to see this place called Coccham, Lord.”

Finan’s heart jumped in his chest. He wasn’t sure what you were to each other, but he assumed that you felt strongly for him judging by the way you fell apart when he was detained. He had tried to bury his feelings for you overnight in his cell, but being apart from you had only made them stronger.

Uhtred laughed and raised his mug. “Allow us to escort you, lady, as your humble servants!”

You chuckled, looking at the men around you clink their mugs together. You begged their attention once again as they settled down.

“I have dismissed my guardsmen back to Scotland. I have no need of them anymore,” you started, the men’s eyes becoming wide as they listened. “If it does not burden you, I wish to create a home in this village of yours.”

Uhtred looked to Finan immediately, witnessing his dark eyes twinkling at your words. Anxiety crept up in Uhtred’s mind, thinking of how your father might react once he heard of his unmarried, royal daughter’s wishes. He stifled his worry for now, raising his mug to you again. 

“You are welcome there, lady, and I hope you find happiness,” Uhtred said, “We will leave at first light for Coccham.”

As the Alehouse settled that late evening, the men returned to their rooms at the Inn and you returned with Finan to his. 

Finan sighed as he closed the door, then leaned against it as he closed his eyes.

You chuckled at him. “Quite the week, hm?” 

“Aye,” he chuckled, coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Ya really are somethin’, aren’t you? A fiery little woman.”

You giggled and nuzzled his nose with yours, and Finan gave you a searing kiss. 

“I have somethin’ to ask ya,” Finan said as he pulled away, gesturing for you to join him at the table. “Sit with me.”

You nodded and joined him, grabbing his hand from across the table. He seemed deep in thought for a moment before he spoke, his Irish accent lingering on every word.

“You want to travel with us to Coccham and live there. Why?” 

You felt like he was interrogating you for a moment, and you took a deep breath before replying.

“Is this not what you want? I suppose I never asked you if you had a wife, or children… I feel foolish. It all happened so fast.”

He chuckled. “No, lady…I don’t have anything like that. But that is everything I want.” He said in a serious tone, looking into your eyes and making your heart race. You hesitated to reply and he grabbed your hand again.

“I would love for ya to join us… And hopefully ya decide to share my bed from now on, Princess.”

You smiled at him. He might have had a vague notion of how you felt about him, but he had no idea just how strongly you felt.

You gazed into his eyes as you licked your lips. “I would delight in sharing your bed, Irishman. Perhaps we could start now?”

Finan’s eyes seared into you as he nodded. “Mmm… Now that I have ya all to myself in here, it sounds like a great idea.”

You could feel your core throbbing already as you stood from the chair, unlacing your dress as you held his gaze. His eyes came down to your breasts as your dress fell to your feet, and you moved on to unlacing the thin shift that graced your bare skin, dropping it onto the floor and stepping out of it. Finan remained seated and gazed over your body, shaking his head before he spoke.

“God help me,” he mumbled in his deep brogue as he took you in. He stood from the chair to come closer to you, his hands coming to your hips, then dragging upwards to cup at your breasts. He grabbed you and pulled you against himself firmly, capturing your mouth in his and seeking entry with his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as he brought his large hand to your arse, squeezing it roughly and then turning you around swiftly. He stroked your entrance with his fingers from behind you, coating your clit in your wetness as he circled it for a few moments, causing your head to fall back into his chest as you moaned. He slid two fingers into your core, pumping in and out slowly, making you ache for more.

“On the bed, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear, giving you a gentle push. You climbed onto the bed on your hands and knees, giving Finan a perfect view and causing him to groan. He worked his armor off swiftly, and you turned around and admired him as he did so, watching his hard cock spring free from his trousers and impatiently waiting to taste him.

You held your hand out to Finan, bringing him closer to the bed but still standing as you gripped at his cock. You began stroking it up and down with your hand as he held your face, kissing you deeply and running his tongue along your lower lip. You knelt down to graze his cock with your tongue, teasing the sensitive spot underneath the head. You wrapped your lips around his cock and started coming up and down on his length, listening for Finan’s moans that were increasing as you took him faster. 

“Oh god, woman… be careful,” he groaned, feeling his cock grow harder on your tongue, finding it difficult not to give in.

You chuckled as you continued your ministrations, feeling Finan’s legs become shaky.

“I want you to cum in my mouth first…” You whispered in between strokes and licks. You started to stroke him firmly, sucking at the head of his cock at the same time and watched as Finan bit his lip and tilted his head back, gripping your hair in his hands. You knew he was close to his peak, so you took it upon yourself to grab his hips, allowing him to thrust deeper into your throat. Finan hissed through his teeth at the deeper sensation and let out sensual moans until his hips stuttered, his peak washing over him in waves of heat. 

Once he came back to his senses, he gently pushed you backwards and grappled at your legs to position you perfectly for his mouth. He began by leaving wet kisses and love marks on your inner thighs, his hot breath tracing your core and driving you mad.

He finally took his tongue to your slit, alternating between wide strokes with his tongue and suckling at your clit. He then took his thumbs to your entrance, stroking and massaging as he alternated his touch and his tongue. He groaned when he slid one of his long fingers in, then another, stroking them upwards firmly until he heard your breaths quicken.

“Such a pretty sight...you’re so good for me, princess.” 

You let out a pleasured moan as he added a third finger, bringing you straight to the edge with his ministrations. You pleaded with him as you got closer to your peak. 

“Oh my god… please, Finan…”

Finan gave firmer pressure with the curling of his fingers but continued the agonizingly slow pace, feeling your core quiver and clench on him. He smirked as he saw your chest rise and fall, your brows furrowed and moaning relentlessly. He then quickened his pace with his fingers until you completely fell apart, outwardly soaking his hand and shaking beneath him. 

You gasped for air, a warmth radiating across your body as your hips continued to quiver for a few moments at the incredible stimulation. You locked eyes with the Irishman who was still smirking at you, now beginning to stroke his hard cock through your folds. You started to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out just right.

“Finan.. how did you...I… ugh,” you managed to say in between breaths, recovering from the best climax you had ever experienced.

Finan thrusted his cock deep inside you before you could develop a thought, and he brought his mouth to yours again in a searing, desperate kiss.

He groaned and came down to whisper in your ear.

“So petite, and yet ya take me so well...” he growled, then grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders, gazing at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your small entrance. You let out a loud moan at the change in angle and sensation, and this position made his cock brush against the perfect spot in your core firmly, over and over until you were trembling uncontrollably beneath him again.

You closed your eyes as you felt your core winding tightly around his cock, begging another orgasm within seconds. Finan felt you get close to your peak and grabbed your chin with his hand, gently gesturing you to look up to him.

“Mmm, that’s it… are you going to come apart for me?”

All you could muster was a strangled moan turned into a “Yes” as your nails dug into his hips.

“That’s my girl…” he growled, keeping his steady pace and relentlessly bringing you to the edge. Finan groaned as he felt your core clench his cock, making him bite his lip and whimper. Your peak washed over you within seconds, practically begging for his release. He let out a sensual moan as you forced him straight over the edge with you. Finan released himself inside your tight core, but he was still much too aroused to be finished with you just yet.

He placed you on your side as you continued whimpering helplessly, still coming down from your last strong orgasm. He spooned you from behind and grabbed your leg firmly to drape it across him behind you, and his large cock entered you again, causing you to roll your eyes and lean your head against his chest.

He wrapped his arm against you strongly, holding your stomach as he began sinking into your core again slowly.

“Fucking hell,” you whimpered desperately, feeling so warm in your chest and cheeks and so helplessly stimulated that you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to cum on his cock again, which is exactly what Finan wanted. He quickened his pace and held you against him firmly, sucking at your neck and allowing you to hear his sensual moans in your ear. The pressure of his cock against the deep spot on the front wall of your core was too much, and before you knew it, you drenched him again generously and he groaned in pleasure.

“Cum for me,” you whispered to him, gesturing your arm up to wrap around his neck and gripping his hair tightly.

Finan felt deeply flushed as well, completely overwhelmed with strong arousal and sensation, tipping toward the edge of complete bliss. He moaned deeply when the coil finally snapped inside of him again.

He panted breathlessly as you turned to face him, crushing his lips in a searing kiss. Finan brought his sweat glistened forehead to yours as he caught his breath, coming down from his own overwhelming peak. He gazed at you longingly with his deep brown eyes, nuzzling your nose again and giving you a sweet smile. You brought his head to rest on your chest, stroking his hair and running your nails over his back.

Late that evening, King Alfred had gone into his study, his frustration evident in his eyes but his demeanor remained fairly calm. He sat at his desk, taking quill, ink, and paper into his hand. He began writing a letter to your Father, the King:

Your Grace,

I regret to inform you that your Daughter has given her virtue to an Irish outlaw, a man who follows my oathman and who is known to have nefarious intentions. My attempt at halting the faithlessness was unsuccessful. I will require your aid for this matter further. 

Alfred of Wessex

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Burnin’ Up - Firefighter!Chris AU (Part 19: The Eye Of The Hurricane)

Summary: You decide once and for all to find out exactly what happened to your mother and face the hurricane that was your father. 

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: Fluff! Language! Mention of Fire! Mention of Minor Character Death! Mention of Past Abuse! Minor Violence!

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Chapter 19: The Eye Of The Hurricane

When you woke up this morning you felt a burst of energy that you hadn’t felt in weeks. You had the drive to get up and get up out of bed and your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. Looking over at Chris you could see him soundly asleep next to you, his arm outstretched towards you, his face smushed into the pillow, lips slightly parted as he lightly snored.

Checking the time you saw he had another half an hour before he needed to get up for his shift. Knowing that he valued sleep just as much as you did, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead careful not to disturb him before climbing out of bed.

You quietly got ready for the day before making your way downstairs. You met Dodger downstairs giving him some kisses and cuddles before filling his bowl up with breakfast. You then got started on making breakfast for yourself and Chris

By the time Chris made his way downstairs you had pretty much finished up everything “Hey I was worried I was gonna have to wake you up for a moment” you greet him with a smirk as you pass him a cup of coffee.

He takes a healthy sip before answering “Well finding out where you had gotten to was a good motivation to get out of bed” he says with a lopsided grin as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead “You’re up early”

“Just woke up early” you shrug, “thought I’d treat you to a hearty breakfast before your shift”

Chris smiles warmly down at you “It looks lovely, thank you”

He goes to press a kiss to your cheek but you push him back “Sit down before it gets cold” you laugh knowing that if you let him carry on, it would be stone cold when he was done and he’d be late.

“You’re no fun” he playfully scowls as he does as he’s told.

“We’ll have our fun after your shift” you wink as you begin to serve up his breakfast.

You expected to hear some suggestive comments back from him, something along the lines of making use of the Captain’s quarters again, but he was silent. Looking back up and over at him you found him just watching you with a smile and a strange look in his eyes.

“What?” You question frowning over at him.

“Nothing you just seem really happy and light and I’m just really happy to see you like this” he smiles proudly.

Your head dipped as you tried to hide the bashful smile “I do feel good, I feel energised” you admit as you look back over at him “I think deciding to take that step towards going back to work has given me something to work towards and that drive to get better and I’m excited to get started” you explain as you finish plating up his breakfast.

Chris pushes himself up from his seat at the island and rounds it to stand in front of you. He wordlessly takes the plate from your hand and sets it down on the side. He then cups your cheeks with his large hands and kisses you deeply. You couldn’t help but melt into him, fingers gripping his navy uniform shirt to keep you upright.

“What was that for?” You ask slightly dazed, and potentially starved of oxygen when he finally pulled away.

“Because I’m so proud of you” he grins, his thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone.

You smile gratefully back up at him “Thank you, that means a lot and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, knowing you’re here makes everything so much easier”

He gives you a little shake of the head “You just needed a little nudge” he argues.

“No” you state putting your hand on his chest, your gaze meeting his to drive home your point “I needed to hit rock bottom and you were there with me, offering a hand to lift me back up so thank you without I wouldn’t be here feeling like I do right now”

You see his eyes turn glassy as he swallows a couple of times, his eyes close as he presses a long kiss to your forehead “Thank you, I love you so much” he whispers.

“I love you too” you smile back up at him “Now eat,” you say grabbing his plate and shoving it towards him.

Chris laughs, shaking his head down at you as he takes his plate and moves to sit back down. You smile as you watch him go, plating up your own breakfast. When you sit down next to him, he reaches out to rest his hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly.

“Are you going to be okay after your session? Do you want to stop by the station after?” Chris offers as he cleans up the plates.

“No I’m good, I’ve invited Benny, Matt and Scott over for a movie night, Scott said he’d bring wine and ice cream” you reassure him as you finish your own coffee and walk over to add the mug to the machine.

“Steve’ll be jealous” Chris points out.

“Well you’ll just have to be a good captain and make sure the shift is fun for him, maybe bring that box of cookies I made last night,” you tell him nodding to the pantry.

“You’re a star” Chris grins, pecking your cheek as he moves toward the pantry and grabs the box of cookies, he grabs one from the box and takes one for himself groaning “delicious” when he takes a bite.

“They do say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” you point out “Now you better go, I’ll text you when I’m finished with my session” you promise him.

He quickly wipes the crumbs from his beard before leaning in to kiss you, the taste of cookies still on his lips “Okay, see you tomorrow morning, have fun”

“I will, stay safe” You smile up at him before he whistles for Dodger and makes his way out.

You had time to kill before your appointment so you spent the next couple of hours just doing jobs around the house before making your way out yourself. You arrived just on time for your session so you didn’t have to wait long until Sally called you in with a wide smile.

She once again had her puppy with her so you gave it some fussing before sitting down in your preferred chair by the window.

“so do you have anything you want to talk about today? Or just have a bit of a chat and see where we go?” Sally asks as she sits down opposite you.

So far for the majority of your sessions, you hadn’t come into them with any specific thing you wanted to talk about or tackle. You had just spoken about what was on your mind and processed it. But today you had something you wanted to sort out before the end of the session.

“yes, I do actually,” you say as you lift the puppy into your lap for cuddles.

“Great, so what is it you want to talk about?” she asks with an encouraging smile.

“I’ve decided I do want to go back to the police force, despite everything I love it so much and I’m really good at it,” you tell her.

“But?” she says catching on to the hesitancy in your voice.

“I have to deal with my father first, I can’t just walk back in and pretend nothing happened” you sigh “I mean I’ve got all this evidence of corruption and blackmail that I still need to turn over to the police”

“why haven’t you done so already?” Sally asks.

You let out a long sigh “I dunno… I just haven’t felt ready yet, it feels like such a nail in the coffin kinda thing, I don’t see how any relationship with him could survive me reporting him”

Sally nods slowly, her brows pinched together as she considered her words “And do you want a relationship to persist after all this?”

“honestly? I know he’s done some horrible things and we’re only really started to undo everything he did and a part of me will never be able to fully trust him again, but another part of me is hoping he’s secretly remorseful and regrets everything he did and that maybe I don’t have to lose him” you sigh shaking your head as you look down, hand running over the pups head as it relaxed in your lap.

“what is it that makes you hesitant to cut him off completely?” Sally questions.

“Because he’s all I have left, my family is him and him only, has been since my grandparents died” you sigh “I’d be all alone”

Sally sits forward, getting you to look up and over at her “You’ll never be alone, you have Chris and all of his family, you have Benny and your other friends” she reminds you.

“That’s different though” you mutter with a small sniffle.

There’s silence for a moment before Sally clears her throat “Okay, so from what we’ve talked about and established a lot of this current conflict between you and your father has stemmed from his feelings towards the fire department following the death of your mother”

“you think I should find out more about that? I’ve only ever heard his account of it all” you ask her.

“if you think it will help you understand it all then yes, but look at the official reports and maybe talk to someone else who was there, get all sides of the story, not just his” Sally suggests.

You nod your head “Lisa mentioned that Robert knew him, maybe I can talk to him? And there was an inquest into it” you tell her.

“good, and I also think clearing the air with your father would be a good idea if you think you are up to it, it will allow you to find out where you stand and if you want a relationship to persist” she continues.

“do you think I’m ready to face him?” you ask hesitantly.

“I think you’re a very strong and determined woman” Sally smiles reassuringly.

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your lips “Thank you” you say bashfully.

For the rest of the session, you continued to discuss your next steps and any fears you had about it. Like what your colleagues might think and your fears about it affecting your career. By the end, you felt determined once again about facing your father, not letting him hold you back any more.

Walking out of the office the first thing you did was call Ben “Hey can you do me a favour?” you ask once he picked up.

“yeah of course, what’s up?” Ben asks.

“can you get a hold of the inquest report about my mother’s death?” you ask him.

There was silence on the other end of the line “Are you sure?” he asks after a moment.

“I am yeah, I need to know what actually happened and my therapist told me to find all sides of the story” you explain as you walk back to your car.

Ben chuckles gently “She could be a good cop” he jokes “Yeah sure I’ll do that now and I’ll bring it with me later… you’re not gonna read it tonight though are you?” he asks carefully.

“no I promise I won’t Benny, tonight is just about relaxing with some friends and drinking nice wine” you chuckle.

“Good, Matt cooked up some nice nibbles that he’s excited for you to try out,” Ben tells you and you can practically hear him wiggling his brows in his voice.

You laugh “ooh I look forward to that, I better go I said I’d text Chris when I was done with my session so I’ll see you later”

“no problem, I’ll see you later,” Ben says before the call disconnects.

Climbing into your car you first shoot a text off to Chris to let him know how it went so he could call you when he could, then you shoot a text to Robert asking to meet him one evening to talk about your father.

You were sat on the couch cup of tea in hand as you looked through the inquiry one last time before Robert arrived to tell his account of it all. You hadn’t realised that he had been there until you read through the inquiry and saw his testimony.

As you did so you could practically hear Chris nibbling on his lip in worry. When you glance up you could see him watching you nervously, rubbing his hands together as he sat across from you on a nearby chair.

“What is it?” You ask putting down the folder and turning to face him.

He quickly schools his expression into something more calm and relaxed “Nothing” he mutters shaking his head, you could see right through him though, giving him a look to tell him you called bullshit “Okay fine” he relents with a long sigh “I just-“ he starts running his hand through his hair “Are you sure you want to do this? Bring all of this backup, it was hard enough for you to read the inquest the first time” he reminds you.

You nod your head with a small sigh. You and Chris had sat down together after his shift to read through it together. Chris had sat by your side, arm around you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back as you read it from cover to cover.

It had been incredibly tough to read through it all, finding out exactly how your mother died and why she was unable to be saved. You had cried so much that you ran out of tears, your head pounding as you found yourself dehydrated.

Chris had held you the entire time, getting you to drink some water and just letting you get all of it out. You knew it had been tough on him, you remember the pained expression on his face as you broke down. It was no surprise that he was hesitant for you to go through it all again.

“I know” you sigh standing up from your spot on the couch to walk over to him, stopping between his legs, hands resting on his shoulder, your thumbs brushing up onto his neck soothingly “That first time was really tough, on both of us and every time I’ve read it since it’s felt like a stab to the chest,” you tell him honestly.

Chris’ gaze dropped as he bit his lip with a sorrowful look on his face, his hands running up and down your side, gently pulling you closer.

“I hate how clinical it all sounded and how it lacked any form of emotion or empathy, I can understand how my father would have been angry about it all” you continue with a small shake of your head “It’s why I want to hear it from your dad, to get his side, the human side” you explain as you cup his cheek and tilt his head so he was looking at you again “I know it’s not going to be easy, I’m expecting it to hurt and be difficult to hear but I promise I’ll be okay because I have you here with me”

Chris lets out a shaky sigh as he rests his hand over yours “as long as you’re sure”

“I am I promise” you swear, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

He sniffles slightly as he holds onto your hand tightly “I’m sorry, you’re the one going through all this, I should be comforting you, not the other way around” he apologises with a shake of his head.

“It's okay, we’re a team” You smile softly.

He smiles gently back at you “C’mere” he mutters pulling you down into his lap, and wrapping his arms around you.

You couldn’t stop the sigh of contentment as you snuggled down into his embrace, his warmth cocooning you, sheltering you from the outside world. There was no doubt in your mind that this was your safe space.

The two of you remained this way until you heard a knock on the door “I’ll go get it” you say pressing a kiss to Chris’ cheek as you stood.

Chris kept hold of your hand till the last seconds, letting it slip from his grip as you stepped away like he was trying to put off this conversation for as long as possible. You didn’t blame him, you couldn’t wait for all of this to be over but you knew you had to do this to get there.

Opening the door you saw Robert standing there, a small leather-bound book in his hand “Hi Y/N, how are you?” He greets with a kind smile.

“Nervous if I’m honest, but thank you for coming over and doing this, I understand it must be hard for you to talk about it too,” you say as you step aside to let him in.

“It's okay, it’s good to talk about these sorts of things, better than letting our minds run wild,” he says putting a reassuring hand on your arm.

“Thank you, I really mean it” You smile gratefully as you walk towards the living room where Chris was waiting.

As soon as you walked in Chris stood and walked over to greet his dad, offering him a drink.

“Just a water thanks Chris,” Robert says as he moves to sit down in the chair Chris has vacated, putting the book he held down on the coffee table.

You sat back down on the couch, Chris sitting down next to you when he returned. His hand moved to rest on the small of your back, thumb gently brushing back and forth reassuringly.

“Right well I guess there’s no point delaying the inevitable, but before we get onto the fire, Chris mentioned that you and my father were friends before it and I just wanted to know more about that” you start glancing over to Chris as you spoke.

“Sure, what is it you want to know?” Robert asks sitting forward, rubbing his hands together, elbows resting on his knees.

“Just what he was like?” You say with a shrug “I’m guessing he wasn’t like he is now”

Robert shakes his head “No he was different, but thinking back to it there were definitely warning signs of what his true colours were, he could get frustrated easily and I did see him snap at colleagues from time to time but there were always reasons to explain it away” he explains with a slight shrug of his shoulders “but we were never close friends, we never saw each other outside of work, I thought we were closer than he ever did” he continues with a small sad sigh as he looked down “after the fire Lisa and I did try to help, offer support but he just snapped, the red flags that I saw became his entire personality, made me question whether the man I knew was a mask to hide everything else… I do regret not sticking it out, he’d gone through something traumatic and maybe he wouldn’t have become who he did if I helped more and I can only apologise for that”

You shake your head “No it's okay, you probably wouldn’t have been able to prevent it, I think he was already a monster he just was able to hide it when my mom was alive, I can remember him hitting her once, I don’t know if it was just the one time though” you tell him.

You feel Chris stiffen beside you, making you put a hand on his thigh to reassure him. You remember when you first told him about that memory resurfacing and how that must be what triggered your fear of storms. The very first thing Chris had asked you was if your father had ever hit you like he hit your mother.

“Im sorry to hear that, I wish I hadn’t been so blind to it all” Robert sigh shaking his head remorsefully.

“It's okay, really” you reassure him “Do you mind telling me about that night? I’ve heard my father’s account many times and I read the inquest report but I’d like to hear it from you too” you then ask.

Robert nods his head, shifting slightly in his seat before blowing out a long breath “it was just one of those nights where you can tell something is in the air, I’m sure you’ve experienced similar with full moons and the peaks in crime” you nod your head in agreement, those night shifts were always hectic and horrible, every cop feeling like they drowning as more arrest come in “it was the hight of bonfire season and a Saturday so there were lots of people out drinking and being reckless” Robert continues with a shake of his head “every station was busy, volunteer firefighters called in to boost numbers, our station had been on route to support another when we got diverted to your house, we were the furthest away but the only station available which meant our response time was slower than usual and we continued to hit roadblocks on our way, cars blocking the road, we did everything we could to get there as soon as possible, begged control to try and send someone else who might get there sooner, but by the time we arrived the entire house was on fire”

You nod slowly, clearing the lump in your throat before speaking “The inquest said a pair of straighteners started the fire”

Robert nods “Yes, your mother had been getting ready to go out for a girl's night, it was lucky that your grandparents had already picked you up so you weren’t anywhere near the house at the time, we believe your mother had left the straighteners on to warm up, but they short-circuited and a spark hit a nearby hairspray bottle causing a small blast, the blast was enough to knock your mother down to the floor, we think she might have tried to escape and opened the bathroom door before collapsing which lead to the fire spreading around the house” he explains.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat making Chris move closer to you. His arm wrapped around you more as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

“As soon as arrived we started evac, we recovered your mother, she’d sustained serious burns over her body and she wasn’t breathing and didn’t have a pulse” Robert continues with a long sigh “We weren’t sure how long she had been like that but we immediately started re-sus… I refused to give up, I didn’t want you to lose your mother but we had to call time and that was when your father arrived on the scene, the look on his face when he saw your mother… I’ll never forget it, he looked broken, I went over to try and console him but when he saw it was me all I could see in his eyes was fury and he just exploded and punched me, it took the entire crew and his partner to pull him off me”

“Shit” you mutter shaking your head “I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay, I understood why he did it, he was heartbroken and angry and needed someone to blame, it’s why I didn’t hit back” Robert reassures you with a small shake of his head.

“I’m still sorry you didn’t deserve that, you did everything you could, you tried longer than anyone else would,” you tell him earning a small smile in response.

The smile soon fades as he looks down “Even though the inquest showed there was nothing we could have done differently, I do still wonder if we could have saved her, its the job that will stay with me for the rest of my life” he sighs before looking back up, he studies you and Chris for a moment before a smile tugs at the corner of his lips “but despite that, I’m happy to see you’ve grown up into an incredible woman and that you two found each other” he says with a genuine smile.

You look over to Chris to find him already looking over at you, your gazes met and you began to wonder how your lives would have looked like if your mother had survived. You’d like to think that you and Chris would still end up together, you’d just be childhood friends instead. But you also knew that you were the person you are today because of everything that happened and it’s the same for Chris. As much as it hurts that you lost your mother and your father turned into the man he is today, everything had to happen that way for you to be here right now looking at your soulmate.

You lean in closer to Chris, resting your head on his shoulder, smiling when you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m glad I found him too” you smile “Thank you Robert this has really helped”

Robert smiles warmly back at you “It’s nothing, I’d do whatever I could to help out, I’ll leave you guys to it but I’ll leave you this, it’s the journal I kept during that time, helped me process everything about it so there might be something of use in there for you” he says holding out the small leather book he brought with him.

“Thank you Robert, this means a lot,” you tell him gratefully.

“Let me walk you out” Chris says standing up from the couch.

Robert smiles warmly over at his son before waving goodbye to you and making his way out with Chris. A few minutes later Chris reappeared and sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap like you’d been before Robert arrived.

He presses another kiss to the top of your head “I’m so proud of you” he whispered.

You feel all the love you feel for him blossoming in your chest at the praise. Looking up at him, you cupped his cheek and guided his lips down for a deep kiss, hoping it conveyed just how much you loved him, your safe space.

It was only a short drive to your father’s house, but it simultaneously felt like an age and a second had passed. It gave you too much time to think while also making you feel unprepared for what you were about to do. So much so that you parked your car a little further away than you normally would so you could just sit there and get your thoughts in order.

You were close to completely backing out when you heard your phone buzz on the passenger seat. Glancing over you spotted Chris’ name flash across the screen, that alone had a smile tugging at your lips as you picked it up to see what he said.

Chris: Just in case you were in any doubt, I know you can do this sweetheart and I’ll be supporting you no matter what happens xxx

You smile softly, holding your phone close to your chest. Part of you wished he was here with you right now, he had offered to come with you but you knew it would only make it worse. You needed to have a frank conversation with your father and Chris’ presence would only make things worse.

His text though did give you the strength to finally get out of the car and walk towards your house. When you got to the bottom of the path you paused and look up at the house you’d grown up in, the one you’d moved into following the fire. It was only now that you realised that it had never been a home to you, not in the way your apartment or Chris’ house was. It had always been just the place you lived.

Your old house had been completely burnt down and probably rebuilt into something else by now, you had so little memories of it that you weren’t sure you could call it a home either. You hoped that for your mother it was though.

Taking a deep breath, you knew it was now or never as you made your way up the path and knocked on the door. After what felt like an eternity your father opened the door. You saw a split-second flash of surprise in his eyes before he schooled his expression into something almost unreadable.

“Y/N, I didn’t expect a visit from you today” he says his voice level, his eyes scanned you before glancing over your shoulder no doubt checking to see if you were alone.

“I came here to talk,” you tell him simply, trying to match his expression with your own.

His brow quirked upwards clearly seeing you meant business. It was a side of you that he’d rarely if ever seen of you before. Usually, your shoulders would drop and you would appear meek and weak in front of him, treading on eggshells to prevent any harm. But now your back was straight and your head held high, you weren’t going to tiptoe anymore.

After a lot of thinking and talking you had come to the decision that right now you needed to cut ties with him. You needed that space away from him to carry on and do what you loved. If he showed any sign of remorse or apologised then maybe in the future you could rebuild the relationship, an outcome you secretly hoped for, but right now you had to be firm and set boundaries.

“of course,” he says dipping his head, a positive sign you hoped, as he let you into the house.

He started down the corridor towards his home office but you remained standing by the door. His home office was the site of every scolding and reprimanding you got as a child, it became a room you feared entering.

“let’s talk in the living room” you state turning towards the room without waiting for him to argue.

The home office was his home grounds, he would have the upper hand there and he knew it. You needed somewhere more neutral, somewhere where the power dynamic could be level.

You heard him let out a small huff but turned to follow you into the living room. You waited to see if he sat down, you only would if he did too. He remains standing, standing on the opposite side of the room to you. Standing it is then, hopefully, it meant this whole ordeal would be nice and short.

Your father crosses his arms over his chest “I hope you’re here to tell me you’ve left that firefighter” he states.

Your hands clench into fists by your side but you used your years of experience interviewing difficult suspects to keep your anger and frustrations from your face. You weren’t going to rise to it.

“His name is Chris and no I’m not, in fact I don’t think I could ever leave him, he makes me feel so happy and free and I can honestly say I think I’ll marry him someday,” you tell him, pleased to see his eyebrows rise slightly.

“Why are you here then?” He questions.

You swallow a scoff, you couldn’t believe him, you square your shoulders your gaze turning hard as stone as you stated “To say my peace before saying goodbye to you for good”

That actually did catch your father by surprise, his head rears back and he blinks a couple of times “What? You cannot do that, I’m the only family you have, I raised you all by myself!” He argues.

You knew that, you knew that you would be cutting off your only remaining family. You didn’t want to do it, you hoped that maybe it would be the push he needed to accept his wrongdoings and change, you had to do this.

“I can’t have a father who spies on me, invades my privacy and blackmails me because he doesn’t like who I’ve decided to spend my life with,” you tell him firmly.

“I was only trying to protect you! They killed your mother!” Your father argues his brows pinching together in anger.

“It wasn’t their fault! The inquest proved that! Robert tried to save her!” You fire back.

“I won’t let this continue” your father warns with a low growl.

“You will have no say in the matter, it is my choice and my choice alone” you state putting your foot down “I am done with you clipping my wings and manipulating me, you know Chris told me all these things about you, said how abusive you are and that you were a monster, I didn’t believe him to begin with at least not until that day in your office when you showed your true colours” your father goes to say something but you weren’t done, you held up a hand to silence him “My world collapsed around me that day, I began replaying every memory I had and realised Chris was right, you are a monster, have been ever since mom died, the only reason I’m here was because I finally went to therapy, something you said I shouldn’t need, belittling my feelings and causing lasting trauma”

“Your mother's death was very hard on me” your father stated shaking his head.

“It was hard on me too! I basically became an orphan! I went from a loving, caring environment to one where I have to fend for myself and raise myself overnight! I was fucking five years old!” You argued.

“Don’t swear at me young lady!” Your father growled.

“Yeah well maybe if you actually raised me we wouldn’t be in this situation” you spit.

“How dare you speak to me like this! Im the commissioner of the police department, your boss!” He growls taking a few steps towards you.

You refused to back down “I don’t care! Fire me! It wouldn’t make a single bit of difference to me” That was a small lie, you’d miss your job but you would still be happy with Chris and that was all that mattered “But just know that if Mom saw what you turned into she’d be sick, and so disappointed in you”

From the look on your father’s face, you knew that last jab hit deep and hard. He blinked a couple of times and his face paled. Part of you knew you should feel bad but you didn’t.

You waited to see if that was the final push he needed to realise what he’d done wrong. But there was nothing, he just schooled his expression once more.

Shaking your head you pushed past him. This conversation was over. You had said everything you needed to say and he had said nothing you wanted to hear.

You had only taken a few steps away from him when he grabbed your wrist. You hated the way you flinched and spun around the face him. You prayed there wasn’t any fear in your eyes. But to your surprise, there was fear in his, it gave you hope.

Hope that completely disappeared when he asked “What are you going to do with that file”

You couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped your lips as you shook your head at him “A real father would care more about his relationship with his daughter than his career” you spit.

You go to pull away but his grip tightens around your wrist. You clenched your teeth determined not to show any pain “What do you want? A promotion?”

You pull your wrist from his grasp “I don’t want anything, I have everything I need because I have Chris, I don’t need to stoop to blackmail” you state before turning around and walking out of the house for the last time.

You let out a shaky breath as you stepped outside, rubbing your wrist as you walked down the path. As you turned to walk towards your car you stopped when you spotted Chris leaning against your car.

When he sees you he makes his way over, his hands instantly taking your wrist and gently inspecting it “Are you okay?” He asks his voice soft despite the restrained anger in his eyes.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” You ask in surprise.

“I didn’t like the idea of you driving home after dealing with him, so I got Benny to drop me here” he explains “But are you okay, did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine” you mutter feeling every defence you put up beginning to crumble.

“Y/N” Chris presses, seeing straight through your lie.

“Not here” you whisper barely holding back the tears “I don’t want him to see that he got to me”

Chris nods his head in understanding, moving to wrap his arm around you and lead you back towards the car. You manage to last until Chris had driven out of the neighbourhood when the first tear slid down your cheek.

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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

“𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Deftones - Rosemary

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Summary: You wouldn’t let go of him...

Warnings: Just heartbreak

Words: 1673

You didn’t know what you did to deserve this. To be tied up and forced to watch your lover be beaten in front of you. Your pleads for the young girl to stop and take you instead of Joel. But none listened, only willing to give you their time when they slapped you, silencing your cries momentarily.

If you’d known that the past would come back around the way it did, perhaps you wouldn’t have allowed Joel to follow through on what he did. Maybe you could’ve done it better and not killed as many people as you two did. But now, your decision to not try something different ended with your lover, your husband being placed in front of each swing of a golf club.

There was nothing you could do to stop it. It was a terrible fate beseeched upon you. Forced to sit here, arms tied behind your back, bruises and cuts along your face, and take in the side of Joel’s head is caved in. No one should be forced through this.

And when you heard Ellie come storming through the door, the dread only built in your stomach further. Seeing one of the men who Ellie had sliced across the face with her switchblade kick the girl in the stomach. “I’ll fucking kill you for touching her, you fucker! Your fucking dead!” You yelled, thrashing in your binds as a Hispanic man came over, punching you in the face.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” He ordered.

You spit blood, eyes fluttering open as your eyes found Ellie’s. Hearing her plead for Joel to get up. Her voice cracking, sobs falling from her parted lips was a stab to the heart. An irreversible sound you wouldn’t ever be able to shake.  “Ellie - Baby, look at me!” The girl turned her tear-speckled eyes to you, finding you crying as well as you tried to force a smile. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look, okay?”

Ever since you came into her life, along with Joel, the two of you clicked. Like a light switch flipping to bring some light in the darkness, you had created the light in her life. So much so that she had referred to you as her mother. A woman to care for her and do anything to protect her. But it scared her that you weren’t taking care of yourself. Having to see your husband, a man you had met at a time when the world was a hellhole. A true romantic story that Ellie would find in the books you allowed her to borrow. She had no way to protect you as much as you were for her.

Although you tried your best, it didn’t matter when she saw the final swing of the golf club come down on Joel’s skull. The audible crack intertwined with raw flesh filling the air as Ellie screamed out. You closed your eyes, turning your face to press to the floor as your body racked with sobs. Tears streaming down your cheeks and hit the cold stone floor. “No,” you wept, rubbing your forehead harshly into the concrete.

“What are you gonna do when I die?” You teased, coming back with a freshly brewed cup of coffee for the man, who was sitting at his sculpting table. Glasses resting on the brim of his nose as he took a daring glance towards you.

“Probably keel over and die myself, darlin’,” he quipped, taking the cup as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. Snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap. A smile appeared on his lips when you yelped and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Someone’s a bit happy this morning,” you pointed out with a cheeky grin that never seemed to fade every day that passed. Even in the worst of times, Joel knew that your smile could cast away any darkness that clung to your guys’ lives. It was one of the many, many reasons why he fell in love with you 4 years ago. “But I don’t want to get in the way of your hobbies.”

“You are already in my way,” Joel quipped, making you scoff.

“Remind me who pulled who onto their lap?” You inquired, smiling at the gruff, yet, soft laugh that fell from the man’s lips.

There was a beat of silence before you cupped his cheek and stared deep into his brown orbs. “What would you do if I died?” You asked softly.

Joel stared at you for a moment, hands tightening the hold his hand on you as he sighed. “Burn the entire world to find what or who was responsible for it.”

“She’s pregnant!” Ellie cried, blood leaking from her busted nose as she lay tiredly on the floor. Abby held her knife to Dina’s throat, who lay unconscious in the brute’s hold.

Although things were coincidental with Mel having been pregnant, but still dead, it didn’t change the rage that burned inside Abby’s heart. “Good.”

“Abby.” She lifted her gaze, finding Lev standing by the door with a concerned look on his face. Abby got the message and her bearings. Shrugging Dina off of her and shakily standing to her feet.

Her towering figure stood above Ellie, shadow overtaking the auburn-haired girl’s broken form. “Don’t ever let me see you again.” A warning that Ellie understood and could care less about at this moment. She had just lost Jesse, Tommy was hurt or dead, Dina was hurt, and you were nowhere to be found after you ran at Abby minutes ago.

When Abby began to move past Ellie, a yell filled the air from her left. Turning just in time to feel the air in her lung be knocked out as she stumbled back. Lev pulled his bow, ready to fire, but was shot in the neck by a needle. His body tensed for a moment as he frowned, pulling the needle from his neck and staring down at the object for a moment before he tumbled to the ground.

Abby on the other hand, lay on the ground growling in pain as she stared at the large broken piece of wood stabbed into her side. Nothing that could kill her immediately, but if she didn’t deal with it, she might as well be dead. But her tunnel vision finally opened up when you came into view, her gaze lifting to find you staring down at her with bared teeth.

Your hair was astray and your cheek was sliced brutally from your fight with Abby. She’d tossed you into one of the displays at the front with a random piece of glass cutting you. But the hatred she saw then hadn’t changed one bit. If anything, she would say it had only grown. “Get the fuck over her, you bitch!” You spat, grabbing the girl by her braid and beginning to pull her towards the exit under the red lighting. Abby cried, shakily reaching up and trying to pry herself free from your hold, but it didn’t matter.

Once you had her where you wanted, you propped her against the wall. Backing away to stare at the girl for a moment, she cried as she held the wood, screaming when she tried to pull it out and finding no success. Her blurring vision found your hollow gaze and shook her head.

“You don’t have to do this,” Abby’s croaking voice tried to reason. Blood leaked from the corner of her lips as she stared up at you pleadingly. It was disgusting, to say the least, and your bitter expression showed just that. The pure disgust and hate you held for the girl that had not only hurt your daughter but her pregnant girlfriend. That wasn’t even mentioning the most valuable person she had taken from you.

Crouching beside Abby, you stared down at her with a snarl. Grasping the base of the wood and applying pressure, creating a scream to erupt from Abby’s throat. Whimpering and whining as she tried to push you away, but you only pushed onto the wood further.

“You took my husband, my world, and my happiness,” you growled, using your other hand to grab Abby’s braid and forcing her to look up at you. Tears brimming in her gaze as you lowered your head to be mere inches from her face. “And now, I’ve come to receive my blood payment, child.”

Backing away, you grabbed the bat hung off the side of your backpack and began to swing down on the base of the wooden pike stabbed into Abby’s side. Listening to her screams echo in the basement of the theatre alongside your grunts. Feeling Ellie’s fearful gaze stuck on you as she held Dina tightly in her arms. The sight was brutal, to say the least. Your eyes were hollow of any sympathies as you listened to the WLF soldier scream and plead, but you didn’t listen. Abby’s legs kicked about like a child as she tried to get free. But with each impact of the bat against the wood, her legs twitched with whatever amount of life was in her. Continuing until you finally heard nothing erupt from the girl’s lips.

You panted, arms aching as you lowered the bat to your side. The frame of the weapon was dented with slivers of wood sticking to its silver. Dropping the weapon you stared at the bloody mess made by your rageful. Abby’s eyes were wide as saucers as blood streamed from the edges of the wound in her stomach and from her lips. Closing your eyes, you let your head roll back with a hand running through your locks.

Turning your gaze towards Ellie, you found her already staring at you. With your hollow gaze and a wave of your hand, you walked past her. “Grab Dina, we’re heading home.”

You set fire to the world to find who was responsible for taking Joel from you. Just as he said he would’ve.

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Bite-Sized (8) - A BG3 G/t fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Summary: The group are finally ready to enter the Goblin Camp, and Ria is determined to join them...but what will she do when they refuse to bring her along? And, much to her horror, her brain is plagued by thoughts of Astarion of all people...and they aren't unpleasant.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav) (slow-burn, Astarion is a complete ass but eventually comes round in future chapters)

Warnings: Course language/swearing

Word count: 3.4k

“Concentrate little istik!”

Lae’zel’s blaring voice shook Ria out of her thoughts, her tiny dagger gripped loosely in her hand as she stared at her target – a giant red apple that Wyll had spared from his rations.

“S-sorry!” she spluttered, shaking her head lightly. Her mind had been distracted since the events of yesterday when Astarion had offered to make peace with her. She noticed he had started to act differently around her this morning as well – his snidey remarks had severely lessened to a degree, instead of flat out insulting her, there was a layer of gentle teasing to his tone when he spoke to her. Not only that, but he had started to look at her differently, too. His gaze oddly softened when he stared down at her now, which made her stomach do somersaults each time he glanced her way with that look.

No, stop thinking about him, I need to focus.

At this rate, she would never be able to concentrate on Lae’zel’s training. While she was in the gith’s good books, she hated to think what would happen if she were to piss Lae’zel off.

“K’chakhi!” Lae’zel hissed, narrowing her gaze down at the borrower. “You are clearly distracted, little istik. I need your full attention if you are going to learn the ways of Creche K’liir.”

Ria had no idea what ‘k’chakhi’ meant, but judging by Lae’zel’s tone, it obviously didn’t mean something good.

“I won’t get distracted again,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m ready.”

Lae’zel pursued her lips in thought. “Chk. Go ahead, little istik.”

She gripped her small dagger until her knuckles turned white before exhaling slowly. Centring herself, she lunged towards the ruby-red apple with calculated precision before unleashing an array of slashes onto the fruit. Whilst the apple was still incredibly large compared to the borrower, the impact of her blade on the fruit did jostle it slightly.

Heaving a sigh, she stepped back as beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. She craned her neck up at the gith, hoping that her efforts were acceptable.

Lae’zel’s face was as hard as stone, revealing no sign of true emotion behind her cold glare.

Ria’s heart skipped a beat as the silence became louder.

After what felt like an eternity, Lae’zel finally spoke.

“That is acceptable, little istik. You have improved, albeit only slightly.” The very small traces of a smile tugged across her mouth.

Relief swelled in Ria’s chest upon hearing the gith’s words. At least she was making progress.

“You still have a long way to go,” Lae’zel mused. “But do tell me, what is it that has you so distracted? That cannot happen again if you are to truly learn the ways of my people.”

Ria hesitated, her mouth suddenly going very dry. Was it a good idea to tell Lae’zel the truth? Did she even want to tell her the truth?

No, I can’t tell her.

“It’s nothing!” Ria answered. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Lae’zel arched an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but she didn’t press her on the matter further.

“Chk. Fine, little istik.” Lae’zel dropped to one knee, her gaze focused on Ria’s small frame.

“Continue.” 

Inhaling a deep breath, Ria emptied her mind and pushed the thoughts of Astarion out of her brain. There was literally no reason for her to be so distracted. She didn’t even like Astarion anyways – she would be out of her mind to even entertain the idea. Right?

Shaking her head, she returned her focus back to the task at hand. Lae’zel was watching intently and she could feel the gith’s gaze searing into the back of her neck. Gripping her dagger firmly, she swallowed thickly.

Just as she was turning to attack, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Astarion having a conversation with Wyll. In that moment her entire body froze, her gaze completely fixed on Astarion. She drank in his features, noticing how his eyes crinkled as he laughed at something that Wyll must’ve said, the smile lines deepening on his face. The exaggerated hand movements that he made as he replied to Wyll’s remark had such a flair that Ria couldn’t describe – she hadn’t noticed it before, had he always done that? She could almost hear her heart threatening to tear itself out of her ribcage.

And then – his laugh – why did that have such an effect on her?

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel bellowed from above, shaking Ria out of her thoughts. “You are clearly too distracted today, little istik. We can resume when you are serious about this.”

“I’m sorry!” Ria quickly said moments before Lae’zel stomped off, the gith’s footfalls rattling the ground so violently that she nearly lost her balance.

Shit…well done, I’ve now pissed off the most terrifying person in the whole camp.

A knot began to form in her stomach, a manifestation of the shame that was threatening to swallow her whole during that moment. A long sigh heaved past her lips as she tried to process her emotions. Why was she getting so flustered over Astarion of all people? Sure, they had decided to start afresh the previous night, and he had been surprisingly nice to her after she had persuaded the group to rethink his feeding habits. But he had still tried to eat her, as well as everything else he had done. There was literally no logical reason why she was feeling this way, and yet…she couldn’t ignore the feelings that swelled in her chest.

Gods, something is VERY wrong with me.

Violent earthquakes nearly caused Ria to fall off balance as everyone gathered around the centre of the camp not far from where she was standing. Being surrounded by towering giants was certainly something she would never get used to.

“I think we need to discuss our plan of action,” Wyll announced. “The Goblin Camp is right up ahead. We should think about what we’re going to do first once we get there.”

“I think we should rescue the druid, Halsin, before we approach any of the goblin leaders,” Shadowheart chimed in. “Perhaps he could assist us with getting rid of the goblins.”

“Do you reckon we could grab a pint of beer while we’re there?” Karlach said. “I’ve heard goblins always have some kind of alcohol not far away. Oh, and food! Could we please eat something there too?”

Ria anxiously listened as her giant companions discussed their plans on infiltrating the Goblin Camp, her heart hammering in her chest. If she was going with them, she had to ask them about it now or it would never happen.

Once there was a moment of silence, she loudly cleared her throat, and sure enough, multiple pairs of giant watchful eyes were suddenly now on her.

“Please take me with you!” she exclaimed, her face growing hot as she felt nervous with so many large eyes on her.  

“No, no, I’m sorry to say, but that isn’t happening,” Gale said firmly. “A Goblin Camp is no place for a borrower like yourself. It’s far too dangerous.”

“I agree with Gale,” Wyll added. “It wouldn’t be hard for a goblin to snatch you up – and gods forbid what kind of horrible things they would do to a borrower if they found one.”

Ria stared at her towering companions in dismay. This was not the response she had been hoping for at all.

“No, please, I’ve been training with Lae’zel!” she retorted. “I can look after myself. Besides, I could just tag along in someone’s pocket or something. I can be useful, too, sneaking into tiny areas unseen!”

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel hissed. “You are not ready, little istik. Especially if this morning’s training session is anything to go by, you have a lot to learn.”

“For once, I agree with Lae’zel,” Shadowheart said. “It’s far too dangerous for you, Ria. You’ll be a lot safer here.”

“B-but-“

“I promise we’ll bring you along another time,” Wyll smiled down at her warmly, his gaze softening as he saw how distraught she was. “But I think it’s best if you stay in camp for today. You can tag along when we’re not infiltrating a camp full of goblins.”

“No, you don’t understand!” Ria protested. “It’s important that I go with you to the camp. There’s…there’s someone I need to talk to there.”

A hushed silence fell over the group as everyone exchanged confused glances with one another.

Oh, right…they don’t know. I can’t tell them about the goblins, I promised Astarion I wouldn’t.

“And who exactly would that be?” Gale asked, one eyebrow raised.

Astarion shot her a tentative look, his brows furrowed as he watched to see how she would respond.

“M-Minthara, one of the goblin camp leaders,” Ria answered truthfully. “She…I’ve heard that she knows some things about the disappearance of borrowers. I need to find out why – this is the only lead I’ve had on any of my kind in years!”

Gale gazed down at Ria tenderly, his eyes softening with a mixture of understanding and confliction. “I understand this is very important to you, Ria, but it is simply far too dangerous. However, I will ensure that we’ll discuss this matter to Minthara when we find her and press her for answers. You can count on that.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, soldier!” Karlach added. “We won’t leave until we find out everything that we can. I promise.”

Ria felt utter helplessness constrict her body as everyone seemed content on not letting her go with them. Her plan was falling apart right before her eyes. Not that she didn’t doubt that Gale and the others wouldn’t ask Minthara for her, but she had failed to mention the blood merchant aspect and she wasn’t sure how she was going to explain her knowledge of that to everyone without going back on her promise to Astarion.

“Please, I need to come,” Ria pleaded, desperation hanging from her voice. “You don’t understand how important this is to me!”

“Ria, you can be assured that the Blade of Frontiers will carry out your request,” Wyll said. “We will press Minthara for everything that she knows about borrowers and we won’t leave until we do.”

Ria felt her resolve crumbling away like jagged pieces of stone. While she had managed to convince the group about other matters, letting them take her to the Goblin Camp certainly wasn’t one of them. At least she knew that they would find Minthara for her and hopefully she would tell them everything that she knows. Despite this, feelings of frustration boiled in her chest knowing that she wasn’t going to be there to question Minthara herself.

Large tremors shook the ground once more as everyone started moving around her, giant feet narrowly missing her tiny frame as they all began to prepare for the mission ahead. Ria remained frozen in her spot, watching with wide eyes as her giant travelling companions shifted around like towering buildings. Feeling somewhat defeated, she meandered over towards the dwindling campfire and sat down on the dusty ground. For now, she would have to settle with being alone with her thoughts until the others returned.

Violent earthquakes suddenly jolted her from her spot on the ground and she quickly craned her neck upwards.

“I see you’re stuck with camp duty,” Astarion chimed from above, smiling down at her. “How unfortunate for you.”

Ria sighed loudly and buried her face into her hands. She didn’t have the patience for Astarion’s usual bullshit right now. “Please, I don’t want to hear it, Astarion. Just leave me be.”

“Alright, have it your way,” he smirked. “I guess I won’t offer to take you with me if that’s what you want.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words vibrated through the air, her neck snapping up to look at him once more in disbelief. “W-what?”

“I think you heard me.” He dropped to one knee, his body casting a long shadow over her small frame. He extended his hand towards her, his palm facing up, beckoning for her to climb aboard.

Ria stared at his open palm. Her eyes widened open in utter shock; her jaw slightly ajar as she processed what was happening. Was he seriously offering to take her to the Goblin Camp? Her heart thumped fiercely against her chest as she tried to think clearly. Sure, she had seen a different side to Astarion the previous night and they had agreed that they would start over. But could she start to trust him so quickly? The last time she had been in his hands he had nearly ended her life.

“Well, do you want to come along or not?” Astarion asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I thought this was important to you.”

This might be my only chance. If I don’t go now then who’s to say I won’t ever get an opportunity like this again?

“Y-you’re really offering to take me to the Goblin Camp?”

Astarion flashed her a toothy grin. The glint of his fangs in the sunlight sent a flare of fear deep in her chest.

“Of course I am, darling. After what you did for me last night, it only seems reasonable that I repay the favour.” The tips of his fingers twitched ever so slightly, as if he was growing slightly impatient that she hadn’t clambered onto his hand already.

“Do you promise you won’t crush me?” Ria questioned, swallowing thickly.

“I’m not that careless,” Astarion said. “Besides, I would never waste such a perfectly good snack.”

Ria’s face fell, her skin growing hot as panic began to settle in her stomach. She knew he was most likely joking, but seeing his teeth in the light and how dangerously he loomed over her wasn’t exactly helping. However, there was another feeling there mixed in with her blatant fear. Her heart was racing, but not because she was scared – she felt oddly flustered by his comment, and that frightened her.

Astarion’s eyes instantly grew wide with alarm, his cheeky smirk vanished from his face and was soon replaced with something else – concern.

“Shit, I guess that was a little too soon, wasn’t it?” he said, a hint of worry laced his tone. “My apologies. I promise I have no intention of eating you.”

“Um, it’s okay,” Ria managed to choke out, inhaling a shaky breath. “I would strongly appreciate it if you didn’t refer to me as food related things from now on.”

Astarion nodded. “As you wish.”

Any sensible borrower would call her a lunatic for willingly climbing onto a vampire’s hand. But her determination to find more of her own kind managed to stifle her overwhelming fear. Very tentatively she climbed onto Astarion’s open palm, her heart racing as she felt his fingers curl slightly around her tiny body.

Glancing upwards, she was met with Astarion’s piercing gaze once more. A small grin danced across his lips as he stared at her standing on his palm.

“You are such a dainty little thing, aren’t you?” he mused.

Ria grasped onto his thumb for support, a small shiver rippling through her body as the icy coldness of his skin seeped into her own. Despite the drop in temperature, blood rushed to her cheeks upon hearing Astarion’s compliment. He had just called her dainty – another word for describing something small and pretty.

Hating him was so much easier when he wasn’t making her feel so flustered.

“And you are an oversized leech,” she snapped back, shaking away the feeling of shame tangled in her brain.

A rumbling chuckle vibrated through the still air. “Such a charmer.”   

Astarion’s fingers softly folded around her tiny body, causing her to flinch from the movement, but her heart rate relaxed slightly as she remembered that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He cupped her towards his chest, his sanguine eyes peering down at her trembling in the palm of his hand.

“Astarion, we’re leaving now!” Wyll’s voice resonated loudly through her ears and immediately Astarion shielded his fingers around her tiny frame.

“I won’t be long!” Astarion responded, the sudden loudness of his voice startling her.

The world quickly shifted all around her in a matter of seconds, and she found herself being lifted upwards into the air. Before she had a moment to react, she was falling into soft, plush fabric. She turned her head upwards, a window of light shining down on her from above.

A single crimson eye loomed above her, fixated on her as she sat trembling against the fabric.

“Comfortable enough my dear?”

Astarion’s voice rumbled all around her, his words intensified now that she was so close to his chest and it sent vibrations throughout her entire body.

“J-Just don’t forget about me, okay?” she said shakily. “And remember to find Minthara. Please.”

The giant ruby eye staring down at her merely blinked, the corners creased ever so slightly, suggesting that he was smiling.

“Don’t worry, darling, I can assure you that you won’t be forgotten in there,” he mused. “It’s quite hard not to, your heart is fluttering so loudly in your chest.”

Heat quickly licked across her face like fire and she immediately turned away from his piercing gaze. His comment only caused her heartrate to increase and she felt embarrassment flaring in her stomach. It bothered her that, despite her small stature, he was still able to detect a tiny heartbeat such as hers.

Stupid vampire with his stupid super senses.

The shining light vanished from above as Astarion sealed the lip of the pocket, trapping her completely inside. She was in complete darkness now, and after a few moments of her eyes blinking, she slowly adjusted to the lack of light. Borrowers didn’t have Darkvision like elves, however, they were still able to see about 10 metres in front of them in very little light. It wasn’t as good as Darkvision, but it was still incredibly useful, especially for a borrower.

The pocket wasn’t as roomy as the tent that Gale had set up for her in camp, but it was big enough that she could stretch her legs if she pleased. She leaned her back against the wall of the pocket, or, rather, Astarion’s chest. If he were alive, from this spot this is where she would be able to feel and hear his heartbeat. But instead of that, she was greeted with silence. It was slightly unnerving, but she didn’t dwell on it.

I can’t believe I’m putting my trust in a vampire of all people…

Swallowing a lump that had begun to form in her throat, she ignored the clawing feelings of doubt swarming her brain. It was too late to back down now, and as much as she disliked it, Astarion was her best shot at finding out more information about her kind. She only hoped that Minthara would share any information that she may have, and if she didn’t…well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Shifting around in her position inside the pocket, she attempted to make herself comfortable. If anything, at least Astarion had excellent taste when it came to clothing – the fabric inside the pocket was incredibly soft and plush, and if she wasn’t careful, she could most definitely drift off to sleep.

No, don’t fall asleep! Stay awake!

Using her fingers, she forced her eyelids to remain open, shaking her head slightly as she moved around inside the pocket to stay awake. There was no way she would allow herself to fall asleep inside the pocket of a vampire, despite her mixed feelings towards him.

Suddenly applied pressure squashed Ria inside her fabric prison, and she let out a startled squeak in response as panic spiked through her chest.

“As-Astarion!” she spluttered, her body being crushed by what she assumed must’ve been his hand pressing against the outside of the pocket.

“Sshhh,” a loud, rumbling voice cooed all around her that was somewhat muffled due to the fabric. “Stop fidgeting around in there, you are awfully distracting.”

Heat brushed along her face as she quickly ceased struggling. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face right at that moment.

“F-Fine, I’ll stop!” she said breathlessly.

And just as soon as it was there, the pressure was gone.

Ria inhaled a shaky breath, grasping at the walls of fabric for some kind of support as she steadied herself.

It was going to be a long day.  

#prism writes #g/t #male giant #giantess #gianttiny #giant tiny #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t community #g/t fandom #g/t fearplay #g/t angst #borrowers #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #bg3 #bg3 g/t #bg3 gt #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #astarion x oc #astarion x tav

[inquisimer]

happy friday mer!!! for your mahariel/alistair, "❛ if only the time and space between us wasn’t lonely ❜"

happy dadwc kia and ty for the prompt! it's sad mahariel hours in my house (it's always sad mahariel hours in my house) ;-;

for @dadrunkwriting

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Sari used the cover of darkness to sneak back into Denerim. When she left, months ago, she’d planned to stay away forever. Even now, with corpses cleared and buildings repaired, ghosts lingered on each and every cobblestone.

But she had to come. Her heart beat against the scrap of paper in her breast pocket, an unsigned message in loopy writing: it is built.

When she rounded the corner up Queen’s Row, Sari’s breath caught. Alongside the palace gates stood a new structure, gleaming in the moonlight. A proud, silver-plated griffon perched on the roof, wings unfurled, about to take flight. Piles of flowers and coin and ribbons cluttered the entrance where a magical flame flickered, blue and undying to honor the one who gave his life to save them all.

Sari kept her hood drawn, past the lone guard and all the way up to the shrine. A few pieces of armor (that she knew to be fakes), a glass case over a polished medal, and a sword affixed to the wall above it. That was real—there could be no mistaking the dried flecks of the archdemon’s Blighted blood.

A smooth inscription in the marble read:

Alistair Theirin Warrior | Grey Warden | Hero of the Fifth Blight In Death, Sacrifice.

She placed her hands over the words so that she wouldn’t have to see the terrible code that condemned him to die. As soon as her palms touched cool stone, her knees gave way; she sank to the floor and pressed her forehead to it instead, tasting salt on her tongue as tears made their lonely, inevitable journey to the floor.

I miss you, she cried, silent. I cannot do this alone.

She had not been allowed to grieve for Tamlen. But there was no one in this world or the next, no quest or crisis that could keep her from anguish now. Not when her love was gone to ashes.

They should have been heroes together. Or he should be here, and she in the gilded urn, just a legend, a myth. That’s what she would be, anyway. The people who claimed to exalt her did not recognize her pointed ears or tattooed face—their eyes glazed over her where they would have latched on to Alistair.

You should be here.

She could feel the tears ending, for now. Just as well—she could not linger, lest she invite Leliana to descend her perch from the palace. And she could not bear the presence of her friend, not now, no matter how dear, no matter how she’d covered for Sari’s absence with both the crown and the crowds. Her touch was too gentle and forgiving to survive the barbs that Sari would stake into her if they met now.

With shaking hands, she loosed the leather cord from her neck. She felt off-balance without the weight of the tiny vial at her throat, but she set it alongside the other offerings at the shrine. The dark, sludgy concoction within oozed and warped as it settled.

Sari knelt before the shrine once more and pressed a kiss just over his name. How cold the stone was beneath her lips; the hardness sealed itself in her heart as she stood and wiped her face.

Ar lath ma, vhenan.

With each step she took, pieces of her fell away. A myth, a legend, a cautionary tale left in her wake.

The Hero of Ferelden left Ferelden behind.

#my writing #dadwc #mahariel #alistair theirin #dao #dragon age fanfic #dragon age origins #mahariel x alistair #warden x alistair #sari x alistair #oc: sari mahariel #ws: the old life haunts the new

[lorei-writes]

ooh, comissions! Specially from someone whose writing I love so dearly! Congratulations, hun! You really deserve it!! *insert tons of heart emoji here* now, for my request: Touch + Shingen, comforting!! I love that hunk of a man! Wish you all the best!

Aye, just requests ^^" I don't do commissions. But I'm glad you enjoy my writing so much <3 And I hope you like this bit too! >:)

»All the things we choose to share«

Shingen x Reader Fluff/Comfort Content Warnings: none Word Count: ~500

Ignis Fatuus

You breathe in deeply to cherish the scent of salty iodine, now devoid of noxious summer notes. Rocky shores have never felt so vast. Not once. Yet here you are, walking at what seems to be the very edge of the world, silver waters swaying as if drunk. Wind tangles in your sleeves, tightens cloth against your body while also setting your hair loose. Free like a bird, your spread your arms, ready to fly and float among the stars. Will you...?

The stone feels cold to your bare feet. Be it due to the evening dew or the ocean mist, it is slick, the lulling of the world around having you believe it is a plank you walk and not the solid rock. Your toes hurt. Not that you care; you cannot see how purple they are either way. What little light stars produce skips from puddle to puddle, shimmers to then cease and reappear a few paces ahead. You fall for the ignis fatuus and follow in its steps. There… is no harm in that. Is that not the case?

No, like a drop.

No, like a wave.

No, from an ocean, delivered to your personally by its freezing hands – and yet it is also hands that save you from being coldly embraced. You look over your shoulder, still awkwardly bent at your waist and with one leg extended. Your lips part.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” you hiss, only now made aware of the chill. Shivers run up your spine; it is maybe a second before Shingen pulls you back by your obi, but a second is already a second too long.

“I did call you a moon deity, but I didn’t expect you’d try to take reign of the ocean.”

“I did not plan to!”

“I hope you did not,” he huffs a laugh. Shingen’s shoulders shake as he crouches down to wring out the hem of your kimono, a few unfortunate pebbles scratching the ground when pressed under the soles of his shoes. (At least one of you was reasonable enough to wear shoes.) It is nigh impossible to see what exactly it is that he is doing – so you close your eyes, cut off the redundant vision and replace it with touch.

Shingen presses his forehead against your belly. His hair is soft, although you do manage to find few tangles in it, likely invited there by the wind. You do not focus on them for long, however. You cannot. Hot despite – or perhaps precisely because of – the cool of autumn ocean, his fingers brush against your calf, press against your muscles to re-invite warmth into your skin. Slowly, his hands move down your leg, to eventually reach your toes.

It may be fortunate you cannot see his face.

Shingen stands up abruptly, but remains quiet.

“Shin—gen?!” Your voice hikes up as your love lifts you into the air. Instinctively, you throw your arms around his neck, half-afraid that your feet have been the straw that broke the camel’s back, and that surely, he will drop you whole into the water now.

“Let me,” he murmurs, concern seeping from each word. “Once we return, I intend to worship the chill out of you, angel.”

Your cheeks turn redder than the falling leaves.

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[thelampisaflashlight]

Love Like Ghosts

[A quiet moment with Mist and Dew takes an unexpected turn, leaving Dew in an odd state.] Below the cut.

Dew presses his cheek to Mist’s shoulder, feeling warmth bloom where his wet hair sticks to her, temporarily linking them together as they sit silently together in the rain.

He breathes.

She doesn’t.

“Why did you do it?” he asks, laughing a little as he sees the clouds begin to part in the distance.

He always did have poor timing when it comes to the more serious things in life...

“Why did you kill Alpha?”

Mist runs her hand through his hair, her touch warm, but barely there.

Ghostlike.

“...So you wouldn’t have to.”

Dew looks at the ground somberly, then peeks up at Mist, eyes watering as she smiles.

Her gaze is locked on the sunrise.

“I miss you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

Mist’s touch trails down to his face, tugging on his cheek, “You’re such a silly little tadpole... Love you, too.”

“Will I see you again?” he asks, and Mist gives a laugh that sounds like a sigh.

“Probably not.”

Dew bites his lip, “Why do people... why do they keep leaving me...?”

“...Sometimes, they don’t have much of a choice, my morning star.” Mist soothes, “And it’s not your fault.”

“People will come and go, and, if you’re really lucky, they’ll come back.” she gestures with a fading hand, “They’ll come back.”

“Dew!”

He blinks and looks around, breathing in shakily.

“He’s over here!”

A larger hand grabs his shoulder now, trying to be gentle, but shaking.

Dew follows it up until he meets a familiar face.

“All good, man?” Swiss asks, voice half teasing.

Half worried.

Aether jogs up behind him, stopping to catch his breath, Cumulus not far behind him.

“...I didn’t.” Dew begins, staring pointedly at the mud on Swiss’ boots, “I... I was sure I was...”

Aether reaches over and flicks Dew’s forehead.

“Ow! Motherfucker-” he swats at Aether halfheartedly, his muscles feel tense and limp at the same time, and he’s suddenly aware of how cold his ass has gotten sitting on the shore like this, “...Fuckin’ dickhead. I’m fine!”

“Clearly.” Swiss offers a hand to help him up, but when he doesn’t immediately move to get up, the multi ghoul crouches down and slots his arms around him, pulling him up slowly, “Satan’s frozen taint, Dew, you’re soaking wet!”

Dew snorts, his feet struggling to balance on the wet stones, leaning more into Swiss’ hold to stand properly.

“How did you even get out here??” Aether huffs, taking off his coat and wrapping it around Dew’s shivering frame.

“...Walked.”

“All of the doors and windows were locked from the inside, there’s no way-”

Dew gestures towards the distant walls of the abbey.

“I walked.”

As he points, a droplet of water flicks from his finger, and his focus shifts entirely towards it.

Suddenly, he doesn’t feel Swiss’ arms around him, and Aether’s coat is on the ground a few feet behind him.

“Oh... Oh fuck.” he looks at his hands, at the thin, gossamer webbing knitting his fingers together.

That’s not...

He isn’t.

He doesn’t.

“Dew?”

His eyes widen.

His fire.

He can’t feel it.

Mist.

He flexes his fingers and tries to summon it, but the only heat he feels is the warmth of the morning sun on his chilled skin.

Mist!

He kicks the ground and tries again.

Nothing.

MIST!

THAT BITCH!

Cumulus approaches him from the side, “What is it?? What’s wrong?? What happened??”

And then she must feel it.

“Dew, you’re...”

“...She took my fire.” 

“She took my fire!” he screams, “She took it to free herself!”

#Lamp writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mist ghoulette #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic

[drabbles-mc]

Safehouse

Steve Murphy x F!Reader

Gift for the Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022

Warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst with a hopeful ending

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: We love putting Steve Murphy in situations. It’s good for him.

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It was late when the phone on the other end of his apartment started ringing. If his apartment had been a little closer to the noise of the street, he probably would’ve slept right through it. The first couple of rings didn’t really rouse him, but as the sound persisted, his brain forced his body to stir.

He grumbled, not saying anything particularly coherent as he stumbled out of his room and made his way towards the phone that was tacked onto the wall. His eyes were still only half open as he lifted it off the receiver, lazily pressing it to his ear.

“Murphy,” he answered, figuring the only reason someone would be calling him at this hour would be work-related.

“Steve?” the relief in your voice was noticeable, but the nerves were hard to miss too.

He blinked hard, trying to wake himself up a little more. He thought he knew the voice, but you’d never called him before, “Y/N?” he took a deep breath as he wiped at his eyes, “That you?”

“Yes,” your hands were shaking as you held the phone.

“What’s going on?” he hadn’t seen you in weeks, he was surprised that you even still had his number.

You had given he and Javi some information, but they could both tell that you weren’t cut out to be a long-term informant—one and done would be enough for you. Still, though, Steve had given you his number in case circumstances changed. He wasn’t expecting you to use it for a late-night call.

“I, um, I need help.”

He was fully awake at that, “What happened?”

“I don’t,” you lip started to tremble, “Please, just,” you tried to take a deep breath to even out the shaking of your voice, “Come get me, please.”

He knew that it couldn’t be good. He also knew that it could be a trap, but he wasn’t going to take the risk. He gave you his number for a reason—his soft spot for informants in tough situations manifesting a little differently than his partner’s.

“Where are you?” he asked, listening intently as you described your location to him. He took a deep breath, “You’re safe?”

“For now,” you couldn’t be sure how long that would last.

“Stay there, alright? And stay…stay outta sight. I’ll be there.”

“Okay,” your voice was quiet.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Steve did his best to sound reassuring. He wasn’t sure who he was reassuring more, you or him.

Putting the payphone back down on the receiver, you looked up and down the street before scampering across it towards the abandoned house you’d been staring at for the entirety of your phone call. There wasn’t much left to the building anymore, it certainly wasn’t something that could be lived in or even salvaged without knocking it down and starting fresh, but it would serve as a decent enough spot to wait for Steve to come and get you. Truthfully, you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do, how you were expecting him to help, but he was the only person that you could think to call.

After you shut the door, you stepped and shed your tiny backpack before you slumped down against the wall until you were sitting on the floor. Whatever the flooring had been to start with, all that was left was the stone underneath. It was cold, soaking through the fabric of your shorts. Pulling your legs up, you wrapped your arms around them and rested your forehead against your knees. Taking a few shuddering breaths, you fought the urge to cry. There would be time for that later, but you weren’t out of the woods yet. You weren’t sure how long it was going to take Steve to get to you, but each minute seemed to stretch on for an eternity.

You fought the urge to pick at the torn skin on your knees, the blood mostly dried now, the grime solidified against your skin. A shower was going to be heavenly and painful at the same time. Assuming you would make it to one. Every time you heard footsteps outside you held your breath, even though you knew that there was no way someone would see you unless they came into the building as well, and why would they do that?

Your nails were digging into your palms, the crescent marks left behind dangerously close to leaking blood as you tried to keep yourself together. You didn’t know how long it had really been, but your mind was telling you that it had been too long, that you should give up on the hopes of Steve actually showing up, but you didn’t want to believe that. He’d seemed genuine back when he first told you that if you needed help, he would do what he could, and despite his exhaustion from being woken in the middle of the night, you could hear the urgency when he said he’d be there. He had to show up. If he didn’t, you weren’t sure what your next move would be, or if you would even have a next move.

You were gnawing at the torn skin of your lip when you heard a car roll to a stop outside, the sound coming in through the busted windows of the house. You held your breath, listening intently to the sound of the ignition cutting out, the door opening and then being slammed shut behind whoever was getting out. You knew who you hoped it was, but you knew better than to get up and take a look. If it was Steve, he’d let you know somehow, and if it wasn’t, it was better to pretend that you weren’t there to begin with. You held your bag tight to your chest in anticipation.

Then there was a light series of knocks against the door. You held your breath, although the gesture did give you hope. Most of the men you were trying to get away from weren’t going to waste their time with a formality like knocking, not anywhere but especially not against the door of a dilapidated house.

Trying to keep your breathing as quiet as possible, you waited for some other type of reassurance, a guarantee that it was really who you hoped it was. The only problem was, was that he was waiting for the same type of reassurance from you, something that told him he wouldn’t be walking into a trap, into a firing squad or worse.

Then you heard it. It was soft, easy to miss and yet you hadn’t the faint sound of your name from the other side of the door, his drawl evident even in his whisper. You let out a sigh of relief so loud you were surprised that he didn’t hear it.

“Yea?” your voice was weak, suddenly you couldn’t get your body to cooperate, couldn’t get your legs to raise you off the floor.

He immediately pushed the door open at the sound of your voice, gun held tight in the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the doorknob. He saw you huddled down next to the door immediately, and despite the urge to drop down next to you to make sure you were alright, he still scanned the room, gun at the ready just in case.

When he was sure enough that it was just the two of you, he holstered his gun and knelt down next to you, immediately looking you over to see if you were hurt. You were bruised and scraped up, but for the most part, you were physically fine. Nothing that happened to you warranted a trip to the hospital. Still, his hands hovered over your legs, like he wanted to make sure you were alright but was too afraid to touch you.

He had a million questions, but it wasn’t the time or the place for them, “Can you walk?”

You nodded, although you weren’t sure if that was true anymore with the way your legs felt so locked up, “Y-yea, I, I can walk.”

He nodded as he got back to his feet, grabbing your bag for you and holding his hands out in an offer to help you up. You slid your hands into his, and you hadn’t noticed how clammy your palms were until now. He grasped your hands firmly, but not enough to hurt, and carefully pulled you to your feet. His arm instantly slid around your back, supporting you in case you started to wobble, and you did, causing you to lean completely onto him.

“I got you,” his voice was soft, reassuring, “I got you. C’mon."

He opened the passenger door for you, helping to gently lower you onto the seat. He set your bag down on the floor and made sure that you were tucked safely inside the vehicle before shutting the door and quickly making his way to his side. He hopped into the passenger seat, putting the key in the ignition as he looked over at you, still trying to see if you were alright, trying to see what you needed.

He was about to put the car in drive when he realized that he didn’t know where he was supposed to be bringing you. You hadn’t told him what happened in the first place, let alone where you needed to go now in the wake of it. Still, he didn’t like the thought of just idling there like sitting ducks. He decided that he would start making his way back to his apartment, and if he had to switch directions at some point he would just do that.

“Can I ask what happened?” he knew that asking to ask was a bit pointless, but it at least gave you an out if you really weren’t in a space to talk about it.

You let out a shuddered breath, “I, um, I just,” you shook your head, “things got a little rough, a little out of hand. They were all so angry,” you paused, thinking back on it, “I just took off before it got any worse.”

He gestured towards your scraped-up knees and elbows, “What happened there?”

You stared out the window, fighting back the tears, “They’re not easy men to work for, Agent Murphy.”

The use of his title and last name caught him off-guard. Your tone was so different than when you’d originally reached out to him on the phone. He wondered what he’d said to make you backpedal like that, he wondered too if drawing attention to it was only going to make it worse. He tore his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you, lips turning down into a frown at the sight of you trembling in his passenger seat.

“Where do you want me to take you?”

You still didn’t have a real answer to that. Part of you had been hoping that he would show up and already have a place in mind, somewhere they took people like you to keep them safe. You couldn’t go home, if they were after you it was the first place that they were going to look. You managed a shrug, “Somewhere safe?”

That caused an ache in his chest that he hadn’t been expecting. He nodded slowly, trying to pick his words carefully, “I can, uh, you can stay at my place tonight if you want? Figure out a better plan in the morning.”

You hesitated, not sure if that would be putting either or both of you in danger, “Is that…is that okay?”

He glanced over at you for a moment, “If it’s okay with you.”

You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to actually feel reassured by the prospect of it, “Okay.”

He nodded, focusing back on the road in front of him, “Okay.”

The rest of the ride passed on silently. You could tell that he wanted to ask more but wasn’t going to. Part of you wished that he would talk anyway, just to give you something to think about besides the ordeal that you’d gone through leading up to this. It could’ve been worse, and you knew that. The things that those men did to people, it could’ve been much, much worse. You weren’t used to getting knocked around, though, usually flying far enough under the radar that they hardly noticed you at all let alone enough to do that.

Even though his attention was on the road, Steve was still watching you out of the corner of his eye. He saw the anxious bouncing of your leg, the way you were picking at the hem of your shirt and your shorts. He felt bad that you were just sitting there stewing in whatever had transpired before you managed to call him. He didn’t want to make you relive it all but it also felt like changing the subject to something menial was a bit disrespectful given the circumstances. Before he could put his foot in his mouth, he reached and turned the radio on, cutting the silence that way instead.

It wasn’t too long before he was pulling into what you assumed was the parking garage for his apartment building. Time passed so differently when you weren’t waiting for him to show up—it felt like you had made it to his place in no time at all.

He parked the car, looking over at you as he pulled the key from the ignition, “We’re, uh, here,” he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to say to you at this point. He’d never felt so close to someone who was essentially a stranger. He didn’t know what to do with that feeling.

“Okay,” you nodded, grabbing your bag off the floor and pushing the car door open.

Before you could even try to step out all the way, Steve was there, offering you a hand. It was an offer you gladly took, leaning on him again the way you had before. The walk this time was much longer, but the two of you managed it.

You leaned against the wall next to his door as he fumbled with his keys, finally managing to slide it into the lock. He pushed the door open before holding his hand back out to you again, but this time you shook your head, doing your best to set your shoulders back and walk on your own. The adrenaline was wearing off and you were moving slower than you would’ve liked, but at least you were moving.

“Here,” Steve pulled out one of the chairs at the table just outside of his kitchen, “Sit, I’ll get you some water,” he quickly strode into the kitchen, reaching up and getting a glass from the cabinet. He looked over at you as he filled it under the tap, “You want aspirin or somethin’?”

You weren't sure how much good it would do, but you also reasoned that it probably wouldn’t hurt. You nodded, “Sure. Thank you.”

He walked back over with the glass in one hand, and the tiny bottle of pills in the other. He set them both down in front of you before pulling out the chair kitty-corner to yours. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. He clasped his hands and rested his chin against them, watching you and clearly deep in thought about everything. You tried not to think too much about his staring as you dumped a couple pills into your hand and tossed them into your mouth, taking a large gulp of water to wash them down.

You paused, not able to look him in the eye so you stared at your glass of water instead, “What happens now?”

He raised his eyebrows, “Hm?”

“Now that…that I’m here,” you tapped your pointer finger against the table, “what happens now?”

He took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. He shook his head for a moment before looking at you again, “You can stay here tonight. Tomorrow,” he took a deep breath, “we’ll deal with when it gets here.”

It got a tired chuckle out of you, “Is this how all of your plans go, Agent Murphy?”

His lips tweaked into a tiny smirk, “Most of ‘em, yea,” he saw the way it got a bit of a smile out of you and it made him feel a little better, “It’s worked so far, right?”

You nodded before finishing off what was left in your glass, “Right.”

There was a beat of silence before he said, “You, uh, you can keep callin’ me Steve, by the way.”

Confusion flashed across your face, “What?”

He didn’t know why he felt so nervous about saying it, “Don’t gotta call me Agent Murphy. Hell, most of my coworkers won’t even do that,” he punctuated the statement with a chuckle.

“Because you ask them not to? Or…?” your tiny smile let him know that you knew the answer already.

“Not because I ask them not to,” he shook his head with a soft laugh. He paused for a moment, fighting the urge to fidget with his hands, “I know you’re probably exhausted. If you wanna shower, you can. You can, um, you can just take my room. I’ll crash on the couch,” he gestured to the living room.

You shook your head, “No, I can’t make you—”

“You’re not,” he cut you off but his voice was still gentle, “You’re not making me do anything. It’s alright. Besides,” he stood up from the table, “I usually end up passing out on the couch anyway.”

You let him take the empty glass and the medicine back, waiting until he was done putting them away before standing up and letting him show you where the bathroom was. He grabbed you a clean towel and then left you, closing the bathroom door behind him as he went. You let out a deep sigh as you sat down on the closed toilet lid. You dropped your bag to the floor and put your face in your hands. You felt tears stinging in your eyes again, and this time you let them fall. You let yourself have your moment before standing up and turning the water on, pulling the curtain so that it wouldn’t splash everywhere.

Stepping underneath the showerhead, the hot water stung but you didn’t shy away from it. There was something reassuring about watching the dirt and blood and everything else swirl down the drain and out of sight. It took much longer for the water to run clear than usual and you tried not to think too deeply about that, but you let it run its course, letting the soap bring out the burning sensation as it cleaned your wounds.

You felt like you had overstayed your welcome beneath the showerhead. Reaching forward, you begrudgingly shut it off, left only with the thick blanket of steam that now coated the small bathroom. Peeling the curtain back, you grabbed the towel Steve had gotten you and started to dry yourself off, careful as you dried where your skin was torn. You shook your head slightly, wondering how wounds could somehow look worse when they were cleaned out and no longer covered in grime.

Digging into your small knapsack on the floor you pulled out a fresh t-shirt and pair of shorts. You didn’t remember when you’d started keeping extra clothes on hand all the time. Somewhere along the lines of having to see too many people fleeing for one reason or another and you decided that it couldn’t hurt to be too careful. You were glad for the foresight now.

When you finished drying off and changing, you hung the towel on the back of the door and finally stepped out of the bathroom. The rest of the apartment felt so much chillier in comparison to the sauna you’d just created, goosebumps prickling over your skin for a moment as your body adjusted. You heard the sound of the television from the other room and started to make your way towards it, leaving your bag just outside the door of the bedroom.

Steve was sitting on the couch, eyes looking at the TV but you couldn’t tell how much he was actually paying attention to it. Walking over, you sat down next to him, not saying anything to him as you pulled your legs up so they were bent, curled beside you as you leaned back the way that he was.

“Better?” he asked, looking over at you.

You nodded, eyes still fixed on the television, “A little.”

“Anything else I can…you know…?” he had no idea what to offer you, what you would need.

You didn’t know what you needed either. You shook your head, still not looking at him, “I’m okay.”

He didn’t say anything to you for a moment, instead just watching you watch the television. He could tell that you weren’t really paying attention to the show that was on either. You folded your arms over your chest, tucking your chin down. You looked almost as small as you had when he’d found you in the abandoned house. He saw the way that your eyes were welling up with tears, and he wanted to try and comfort you but didn’t know how.

He reached, resting his hand gently on your shoulder, “Hey, you—”

The slight pressure from his fingertips broke the last bit of restraint you’d been trying to cling to. A choked sob slipped past your lips as you buried your face in your hands. You heard the small, whispered curse that Steve let out under his breath as he moved to hold you, and if the circumstances had been different, you probably would’ve found it almost a little amusing.

He wrapped his arm tight around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. He might not have any answers for you, but he could at least give you this. You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest as you cried. He wasn’t expecting you to have so much strength left in you, to be able to hold him so tightly. He could feel each hitch in your breathing as you cried, and out of instinct he shut his eyes and rested his chin against the top of your head.

When you finally got your breathing under control you pulled away. You wiped to get the last of the tears off of your face, immediately feeling bad when you saw the tearstains on his shirt. Sniffling, you shook your head, “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, a sympathetic smile on his face, “It’s alright.”

As the two of you sat there looking at each other, each disheveled in your own way, you felt the embarrassment that had previously been plaguing you beginning to fade. You weren’t the only one who was a mess out of the two of you, you were just the most obvious one. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the stress. Whatever sleep you woke him from before must’ve been the only sleep he got that week, and for that, you did feel a bit bad.

“Steve?” you forced yourself to take a deep, steadying breath.

“Yea?” he was trying to casually pull at his shirt, the fabric stuck to his skin from your tears.

“Thank you.”

He shook his head, “You don’t gotta—”

“No,” it was interesting, the difference between the softness of your tone and the action of cutting him off, “I mean it. Thank you. I…I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t pick up the phone tonight.”

“I didn’t think that you even kept my number,” he replied honestly.

You chuckled, sniffling a bit, “Figured I might be able to get a favor or two out of you if I was lucky,” you shook your head, “Guess this counts as it.”

His lips were almost curled into a smile, “This isn’t,” he shook his head, “In the world of favors, this doesn’t even rank. You can still cash in if you need to.”

You gave him a tired smile, “Good to know.”

He could see the way that your body was fighting sleep. He knew what that looked like because that’s how he was all the time, “You should get some sleep,” he nodded back towards the bedroom, “I put clean sheets on and everything.”

You desperately wanted to go and lay down, but you still didn’t feel right taking his bed from him. He saw the apprehension on your face, and he reached over, resting his hand on your shoulder, “It’s fine, really. I got to use it earlier—‘s why it took me so long to answer the phone,” he half-joked.

After a long moment of hesitation, you finally nodded, “Okay.”

He stood up, once again holding his hand out to you, “C’mon.”

You allowed him to pull you up once more, almost stumbling into him. He chuckled softly as he braced his hand against the small of your back, making sure you were actually steady. He let his hand drop as the two of you walked back down the hallway towards his room. He flipped on the light as you both walked in, and you had to admit that you weren’t sure what you were expecting his room to look like, but this wasn’t quite it. It was clean, but so empty, which was curious to you since he seemed to have been there for a good amount of time.

He walked over to his dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out a clean t-shirt. Despite the fact that his back was to you, you still found yourself half-turning away as he peeled off the one he had been wearing, tossing it into the hamper before slipping the clean one down over his head.

Making his way back towards the doorway, he lingered for a moment, feeling like he should be saying something to you but not quite knowing what. Something was stopping you from crawling onto the bed and under the covers while he was still there, so you just sat down on the edge of the bed while you waited for him to excuse himself, although you weren’t sure how comfortable you were going to feel in his room alone, either.

Pulling his hand down the bottom half of his face, he said, “If there’s anything else you need, I’m, uh,” he chuckled, “I’m right down the hall.”

You smiled through your exhaustion, “Thank you.”

“Yea, no problem,” he gave you a small nod before stepping out of the room, leaving the door ajar as he headed back towards the living room.

You waited for a minute, wondering if he was going to come back. When he didn’t, you finally moved and slid down underneath the comforter on his bed, your head sinking into the pillow. It was the most comfortable you’d felt in a very long time, despite the fact that it wasn’t your house. It took no time at all for your eyelids to finally grow too heavy to keep open. Sleep came for you before you could even try to do anything about it.

Steve had been sitting on the edge of the couch, hands resting on his knees as he replayed the night over and over again in his head. He didn’t know what was going to happen in the morning, what he was going to be able to do for you.

After a few minutes of feeling restless, he stood up and started back down the hallway. He lightly tapped his knuckles against the bedroom door. When he didn’t get an answer one way or the other, he slowly pushed it open, light from the hallway slowly trickling in.

He was halfway through saying your name when he saw you passed out on the bed, arm dangling off the edge of the mattress. He laughed quietly, shaking his head as he stepped into the room. Walking over, he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your expression was so peaceful, relaxed, and your breathing was so even. Even in the times before tonight when he’d seen you, you’d never seemed so relaxed. Reaching, he gently put your arm back on the mattress so that it was no longer dangling off. He smiled, letting his hand rest on your arm for a moment longer before giving it a light squeeze and getting up, silently making his way back to the living room to get what little sleep he might still be capable of.

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Campus

( I FORGOT TO ANSWER THE OG ASK TO THIS MY BAD )

Anon asked...

" raine x gender neutral reader fluff? any scenario is fine "

On it!

( wdym this sounds like the lumity kiss scene?? 🤨🤨 ur crazy )

" in the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass. And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class. "

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"Hey, Rainestorm, you with me?" Eda snapped her fingers in her friends face, making the witch jump.

"Eda! Be quiet!"

"Ohhhh, I get it. You're spying on Y/N again, aren't ya?"

The redhead grinned, putting her hands on her hips and swaying slightly, like she felt very accomplished for knowing that.

Raine was sitting underneath the old tree by the grudgby field, sneaking glances up at their partner as Y/N rest on the balcony of Principal Faust's office. Yeah, being his kid was not very fun. Raine sighed, wishing Y/N would be allowed to come down here to talk with them before school officially let out. Eda took one look at Raine's face and sighed.

"This is all very poetic and stuff, Romeo and Juliet- but I think it's time we played a little more into that fantasy side."

"You're about to get us in trouble, aren't you?"

"Yep! Hold your centaurs, Rainestorm, we're about to rescue your awesome partner!"

Y/N was very easily awoken by the whistle Eda gave, standing in suprise and rubbing their eyes sleepily. Y/N leaned over the balcony, eyebrows raised. Eda was holding up a paper with "DISTRACT FAUST" written across it in bold letters, and Y/N gave her a thumbs up before spinning on their heel and stepping into the office. Faust frowned deeper.

"Dad, two kids are fighting on the front lawn."

"Mm. We'll take care of it. Vice Principal?"

"Yes, Faust?"

"Watch over Y/N. I'll be right back."

He said it like a threat, but Y/N was immune to his cold nature by now. Bump swallowed thickly as the door shut. Y/N rolled thier eyes.

"Bump, you just.. stay in the office, 'kay?"

"I-I'll do what I like, Y/N."

"Okay."

Y/N said it with an almost questioning tone that got Bump nervous, and before he could question them Y/N had slipped back outside, grateful for the fact the windows had thick blinds over them. Y/N leaned over the balcony again, but stumbled back when Raine popped up in front of them, flustered.

"Eda! You did it too early!"

"My bad! Continue on!"

"Raine? What are you doing?"

Y/N grinned, watching the vines creep up over the edges of the stone balcony, pink flowers sprouting and casting their own scent through the air. Raine was standing on a large vine leaf, and they grinned as Y/N took their hands.

"Saying hi."

"You dork. I wish I could just come down there, instead of making you and Eda do.. this. Aren't you scared?"

"Peeing my pants right now. This leaf is NOT very stable. I think if you blew on me I'd completely fall over."

Y/N laughed and Raine grinned, proud of themself. Y/N leaned on the balcony, their faces inches apart. Raine scrunched their nose.

"UH, GUYS? THIS IS VERY CUTE TO WATCH AND ALL BUT PLANT MAGIC ISN'T MY SPECIALTY!"

"Oh! Okay, Eda!"

Y/N shouted, waving. They turned back to Raine, cupping their face quickly to press their lips to Raine's forehead for a quick kiss. Y/N laughed as Raine's glasses started fogging up. They pulled them off quickly, wiping at the glass and starting to ramble.

"T-These things are so annoying! I mean, I almost wish I was blind instead. No, wait, that's not nice. I-It's just bad because it's-"

"HURRY IT UP, RAINESTORM!"

"EDA!"

Raine shouted, shoving their glasses back on their face. The vines started shaking and Eda grunted from below. Raine inhaled sharply. Y/N smiled, drawing their own circle in the air, sneakily replacing Eda's magic with their own. The witch still on the ground flopped backwards into the grass, tired. Raine scrunched their nose again.

"Alright, better head down. Faust will be back soon."

"Oh, fine. Can you still come over tomorrow?"

"So far. I'll see you then, Raine."

Y/N started lowering the vine, but Raine quickly pressed a kiss to their cheek, making the witch falter, and, in succession, the vine. Y/N squeaked as Raine started falling, the vine retracting quickly and into the dirt. Eda reacted quickly, catching Raine bridal-style and making the both of them fall to the ground.

"Sorry!" Y/N called, wanting to laugh, but they'd wait until they made sure Eda and Raine were okay.

"It's okay! Eda broke my fall!"

"I think the ground broke a rib."

"Head to the healing Coven anyways, okay?" Y/N laughed, waving. Raine waved back, staying seated on top of Eda's stomach until she finally started to wrestle them off.

Y/N chuckled to themself, watching their partner and best friend wrestle on the grass playfully, leaning on the stone railing and propping their head up on a fist, crossing the back of their heels.

Y/N couldn't wait for them to cause all sorts of mischief when they got out of this stupid campus.

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*insert Bump watching through the blinds and sobbing because it was too cute for him*

I like this AND hate this?? I'll fake myself into loving it sooner or later.

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