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Kinktober 19

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

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A/N: This prompt felt like the perfect time to do a sort of part 2 for my Part of The Family request that I did way back when. You don’t need to read that to understand this though. I had a ton of ideas for who I wanted to use for this prompt and in the end, I decided to try stretching my wings again and venturing into unfamiliar territory with this pairing. I really like how this one turned out so I hope you guys enjoy it!

Pairing: Tonowari x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Ronal

Warnings: Heat Cycle, Breeding, Fingering, P in V, Creampie, Cum Play, Spit (kinda a little), Throuple, Thigh Riding (a little)

Life with Tonowari and Ronal proved to be quite the change for you, but a nice one. They were warm and welcoming to you. The two of them absolutely adored you. They helped you with anything and everything you could ever need. You were admittedly worried about how the kids would respond to having you around, but they acclimated to your presence quickly. Tsireya was as bright and receptive to you as you’ve always known her to be. She would ask you to help braid her hair and she would recount her days to you while Ronal sat nearby prepping food. It was always a quaint scene. Ao’nung was a bit more standoffish in the beginning and you didn’t blame him for it. You understood his hesitancy so you didn’t push. But a simple nudge at asking him to go fishing with you seemed to help break the ice and eased some of that tension for the two of you.

It felt odd to not be on your own anymore, but having a family was nice. It was comforting to have them around, but you still couldn’t help but have this nagging feeling scratching in the back of your head that said something was still missing. But what more could you possibly ask for?

You sigh a bit to yourself next to Ronal and she immediately picks up on the shift in your demeanor. “What troubles you, paskalin?” she inquires using one of her fingers under your chin to turn you to look at her.

“Nothing, tìyawn. I think I’m just feeling a bit restless today.” You try to push away the gnawing feeling in your head and put on your best front. But your poker face is no match for Ronal’s scrutinizing gaze.

She hums to herself looking over your face. She uses her fingers under your chin to turn your face this way and that way studying you. She leans in close to you and holds her face in the crook of your neck. It feels like all your hair stands on end feeling her so close like this. She breathes in your scent deeply closing her eyes and leaning back from you again. When she opens her eyes to look at you, there’s a realization that hits her.

“Your heat is approaching.”

“What? How do you know?” you had trouble even recognizing the signs of your own heat so you were completely shocked as to how she’d know. “I am Tsahik. We can predict these kind of things. You have all the signs. It should be here in a day’s time.” She says finally dropping her hold on your face. “We must prepare.”

“Prepare how?” you ask.

She just gives you a warm smile and kisses your forehead, “Do not worry yourself over that. Tonowari and I will take care of everything.”

You flush at her touch, but nod your head in understanding.

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You’ve never had a partner to help you through your heats before. Every time you would just be left to your own devices and pathetic attempts to satiate that endless hunger that swirled in your core. This was all new to you and you weren’t sure what to expect.

Waking up this morning, you had that all too familiar lightheaded feeling and the unwelcome pain in your womb aching for relief. You try to blink your vision into focus, but to no avail. You instinctively curl into the warm body of your mate in front of you. Her skin smells like pasuk and fresh ground herbs and it makes you whine under her. You almost don’t even notice how your hips are grinding and rolling against her hip offering you the tiniest taste of relief.

When Ronal starts to seep back into consciousness, the first thing her mind registers is the thick fog of your pheromones that she’s buried in. Then, she can hear your soft whimpers next to her and she feels how you’re desperately trying to find release against her side. She smiles to herself and turns on her side towards you and holds you close against her.

“Good morning to you too, paskalin.” She says groggily with sleep still slightly slurring her words.

“Ronal…it hurts…I-I need…” you whimper out. She strokes the top of your head and lightly shushes you.

“Shhh shhhh, it is alright. I know. Just let me take care of the kids quickly.” She whispers about to pull out of your grip, but you cling onto her even more dying for that skin-to-skin contact.

“Don’t leave me, please” you pout out your lip hoping to convince her to stay. She only offers you a sympathetic smile. She gently places her hands on your shoulder and hip and pushes you gently to your other side.

“Tonowari will be here with you until I return. I’ll be right back.” She kisses your cheek before swiftly standing and making her way to the part of your marui where the kids were still sleeping. Meanwhile, you immediately seek out the warmth of your other mate’s body. He lay still sleeping soundly completely unaware of how you’ve wiggled your way into his arms and hiked your leg up over his hips. You can feel his half-hard length pushing against you and it’s driving you wild. Your body is screaming for it; dying to be filled. You can’t stop your hand from trailing down his body and palming at his thick cock through his tewng. You can practically feel your slick racing out of you.

Even though he’s still asleep, Tonowari stirs feeling your touch and his body still reacts to you as normal. His hands move on their own down to your ass and automatically squeeze at your softness. Ronal walks back in after sending the kids away and smiles fondly at the sight. She leans down to Tonowari and speaks, “Tonowari, it is time.” He finally regains consciousness and makes his best attempt to register what is happening.

“Wari…please…” you whine in his arms. He nuzzles his face into your neck pressing kisses here and there.

“Finally. We have been waiting for this.” He says so lowly you almost miss it.

“You have?”

“Of course. We’ve been waiting so that we can have a child with you.” Ronal says holding your face and running her thumb over your lips.

“Would you like that?” Tonowari asks between taking in heady breaths of your scent.

The idea settles in your mind for a moment. A baby. They wanted to have a baby with you. And it slides into place in your brain. That’s exactly what you’ve been wanting without realizing it. Of course, Tsireya and Ao’nung were wonderful and you cared for them as if they were your own, but you still longed to carry a child too.

“Yes…Yes, please. I want it. So bad.” You finally answer them. The grins on their faces are identical hearing your answer. Clothes immediately go flying as they take turns stripping you down and themselves. Ronal crawls her way behind you and snakes her arms around to grope at your breasts and cup your drooling pussy. Somehow in your dizzy state, you manage to turn around and face her to crash your lips against hers. She smiles against your lips at how eager you are and her hands continue to explore your body. Tonowari slowly strokes himself while he watches you climb on top of Ronal and sit your pussy on the plush of her thigh. The contact pushes your mind further into the haze and you start to grind your hips back and forth against her leg. Your hands mindlessly roam up and down her body under you until your fingers find purchase between her own slick folds. Your lips part begging for her to come in and she happily obliges licking into your mouth. She greedily swallows the saliva that runs off the corner of your mouth into hers. Your fingers slide easily through her arousal flowing freely out between her legs. Her hands squeeze at your ass while your tail thrashes behind you.

You pull your lips away from her to breathe temporarily. Ronal takes the opportunity to nuzzle at your neck and lick long, wet stripes up your neck.

“Ronal…ppl-please…it hurts…” you sob already trying to gain some friction by grinding your cunt against her thigh that was now covered in your slick.

“Shhh paskalin. I know, I know.” She coos at you hooking her legs under yours to hold them open. She uses her hands on your ass to slide them lower and spread your lips open, putting you fully on display for Tonowari who was now fully hard behind you.

“You heard her, Wari. Our precious mate needs your help.” Her voice drips sex with each word.

“Yes, yes, tanhì. We will make it all better for you.” He says steadily stroking himself as he perches himself behind you and lines his dick up with your weeping pussy.

Your mouth flies open and Ronal is under you kissing her way down to the dip between your breasts as Tonowari makes room for his thick cock inside of you. Inch by inch, he stretches you to your limits. The combination of his tip prodding against your cervix and two pairs of hands freely trailing over your body wherever they please makes your thoughts feel incoherent, let alone your words.

“Ahh..mmf!” little moans and mewls are punched out of your throat by the push of Tonowari’s hips into yours. His large stature easily overpowers your much smaller one and he would’ve quickly knocked you over had it not been for Ronal holding you in place while your mate ruts into your throbbing pussy. With the angle he’s holding your hips, it makes your clit brush and bump against Ronal’s giving you another point of stimulation. Your eyes roll and your tongue hangs out of your mouth with your panting breaths. A long string of saliva rolls from the tip of your tongue down into Ronal’s awaiting mouth and she moans at your taste.

Tonowari sucks in a sharp breath while his chin falls to his chest. “Ah! Hng…so tight, tanhì”, he grunts out.

Any other day, having him pound into you so harshly would be painful for you, but in the thick of your heat, it only makes you cry out in pleasure.

“Haah! Ah…p-please! Inside! W-want you to cum inside!”

Ronal moans under you before grabbing you by the back of your head and bringing your lips back to hers. The constant knocking of your hips into hers is about to send her over the edge. Her nails dig into your skin leaving deep purple crescents as her coil snaps and she comes undone before your eyes. In the midst of her high, she completely sucks your tongue into her mouth muffling the sweet sounds she’s making.

Watching Ronal buck her hips up towards you while she rides out her high is intoxicating and makes your walls flutter around Tonowari’s cock.

“Haah, going to cum. Gonna give you a baby.”

“Mhm! Mhm! Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum! Just like that!”

With only a few more hard thrusts, your mind tumbles over the cliff into blissful emptiness. Your whole body convulses as Tonowari paints the inside of your womb with thick ropes of his seed. He leans forward resting his head on your back for a minute while you all regain your breath. When he pulls out and falls onto his back, Ronal replaces his dick with her fingers ensuring to push back in any of his cum that started to seep out. You collapse onto her chest and she uses her free hand to stroke the top of your head lovingly and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“Do not be long, Tonowari. We must ensure that it takes.” She says pushing her fingers further into your cunt making you clench around them.

Suddenly, your hips start to push back against her hand forcing more of her into you. That fire that was temporarily extinguished is already starting to reignite deep in your core.

“Mmmm…hurts…” you complain from between her chest.

“I know. We will take care of you. Won’t we?” Ronal gushes at you.

“Of course.” Tonowari appears behind you again and he flips you over onto your back lining up with you again.

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 22 days

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Moments In Time

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note: have a good day <3

warnings: implied underage drinking, slight angst 🤏

word count: 1.8 k

♡ summary: Moments in time during Y/n and Luke's relationship

♡ Luke Hughes x fem!reader

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It wasn’t Luke’s first time out with the team, but with him getting his first NHL goal and it being the game winning one at that, it was a lot less calm for him this time. The focus was on him, even more so since it was their last regular season game. The team was at a bar, even though Luke and a couple others were underaged, nobody cared.

When most people heard this they assumed he had been pining after his childhood best friend since he was three, not that they had actually been dating since then. Well that’s when they first kissed, when she tripped and fell on her face at the park and Luke kissed it better.

“You’ve been pining after a girl that long?” John asked and just when Luke was about to correct him, Jack cut in again, “No- no, they’ve been dating since they were about- five? Six? When did you guys go on the date with mom and mrs. L/n?” -

The two five year olds sat across from each other, their moms a couple tables down, Luke practically had to beg Ellen to let them sit alone. Luke asked her out on a date at school on friday, he brought her a ring pop so she would say yes, he knew she could never say no to candy.

He had asked Ellen to take them to a restaurant while he uncharacteristically helped set the table. “Mom, me and Y/n are going on a date this weekend so can you drive us?” At his words, Ellen gently placed the last plate on the table, trying to process the fact that her baby was the first of her boys to go on a date.

“I’ll have to talk to Y/n’s mom, but I don’t see why not. I can take you two out for dinner.” “Mom, could you not sit with us?” He really was growing up, going on a date and being embarrassed of his mom.

That’s why the children and their moms were now sitting on separate tables, the waitress coming over and Luke let Y/n order first. He even had pulled her chair out for the girl, he did all the things he had heard in movies and TV shows. He also ordered them chocolate cake for dessert, as per Y/n’s request.

All night they talked about their favourite episodes of different TV shows, thanking the waitress that was waiting their table. Laughing and having as much fun as any kids would that were left to their own devices in a restaurant.

When they were thirteen was when they had their first ‘real’ kiss, it was during the summer and the two were having a sleepover in a tent on Y/n’s trampoline in her backyard. They were just talking back and forth as they always did, Luke was looking at Y/n’s jaw moving while she talked, her lips looked so soft he couldn’t help himself but stare.

“-And then I…” She trailed off looking towards the boy, meeting his gaze when he eye line rose from her lips to her eyes, “Luke..” She said while releasing a small huff with her words. Her eyes fell to the boy’s, she knew what was coming, yet it still surprised her when Luke pressed his lips to hers.

Their hands stayed put, suppose they both felt that was going too far. They slimy pressed their lips together, neither moving them in any sort of way, until they pulled apart and Luke broke the silence, “I really like you.” “I really like you too.”

That’s when they started dating ‘for real’. They would spend time together everyday after school, which they did before, but now it was different. They could cuddle and kiss while they hung out now, which they only did when Luke’s brother’s weren’t around, because they have been relentless since they found out.

They had found when Jack had walked into Luke’s room without knocking while Y/n was there, something he did often but not since the two youngsters started dating. Luke had told his mom they were just watching a movie, which wasn’t a lie… Technically. A movie was playing, they just weren’t watching it.

The two were sitting on Luke’s bed, parallel to each other and their backs against the wall, while they kissed. Luke's hand was resting on Y/n’s jaw while his other hand was placed on the bed between them as leverage. Y/n had her hands at the sides of Luke’s neck, moving from gripping his shoulders to lying on the boy’s neck.

The two flew apart as Jack whipped the door open, and started laughing, “Damn, Lukey! Mom! Luke is making out with Y/n!”

They were no longer allowed to be in Luke’s room with the door closed.

They were fifteen when they first said ‘I love you’. It was after Luke won a really important game, he got the winning goal and Y/n couldn’t have been more proud of him. She waited with his family in the foyer of the rink, Ellen and Jim were talking to the other parents. While Quinn and Jack were on their phones.

But Y/n was waiting for the boy, she stared at the door she knew he was coming from, waiting player after player until it was her boy to come through there. Running to get to him, she jumped into his arms, non stop telling him how proud of him she was and how well he played.

Her legs were wrapped around his torso and his arms supporting her weight with his hands under her thighs. The girl didn’t care that he was sweaty; she left kisses in the crock of his neck, and her hands scratching the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I am so proud of you. I love you.”

Letting her slip down, his hands landing on her waist under her (his) sweatshirt, he didn’t think he was taking that long to respond. But with the look on her face of fear that she had just fucked up their relationship, he desided to speak fast.

“I love you too.”

All was well, until college. While Luke went to UMich, Y/n went to NYU, and while they thought they could make it work it turns out the distance was too much. Luke was always busy with Hockey, and when he wasn’t busy with Hockey he was busy with classes, and when he was free, Y/n was busy with classes or work.

It was one of their only times to talk during the week, they were on facetime neither were really listening to the other, both too tired to. Their tiredness only aided a fight that has been in the making, “Luke, I have to get to bed. I have class in the morning.”

“C’mon, Y/n, we never talk anymore. You can’t stay up for a little longer?”

Releasing a sigh from her frustration, Y/n replied audibly annoyed, “Luke. I’ve already stayed up as much as I can, that’s why I’m going to sleep now.” “You don’t care that we never talk anymore?!” “Well whose fault is that?” “Mine? Are you saying it’s mine?!” “No-” “Really, cause it sounds like it.” “-I’m just saying that it isn’t just mine.”

Their words went back and forth, until Y/n said the words that Luke had never wanted to hear, not from her mouth, it broke his heart, “Maybe we just need a break from each other.”

The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, anger mixed with sadness and regret flowed through his words, “You want to break up?!” “No! I just want a break! We need a break from each other. We’re both stressed from school and I think we’re stressing each other out more.” “I’m stressing you out?” “No. God, Luke just listen to me. We need a couple weeks, just to remind ourselves how much we love each other.” “Fine.”

A couple minutes after their call Luke texted the girl, both couldn’t last more than a couple minutes of being mad at each other.

I’m sorry, baby. I think this break could be good. I was just upset before. I love you

I love you too

That break ended up being a great thing for them, coming back stronger and more in love than ever.

It only lasted three months, and it wasn’t like they never talked, they would text sometimes but they were taking a lot more time to themselves. Because being with the same person since they were about three, meant that you have lived your entire life with someone, gone through every phase of life together, had all your firsts with that person. Which leads to needing a couple months to grow on your own, to know for sure that that person is the person for you.

The time apart did both a lot of good, and when those months passed by they both realised that they were both in fact meant for each other, and that they never wanted anyone else. Luke had asked her earlier that day if they could call tonight, she said that she was free and both were more excited than they would ever admit to anyone other than each other.

They were sitting on their respective beds in their respective states, they had already been talking for an hour, Luke had gotten so caught up in talking to his girl that he forgot to bring up what the call was about, “Y/n, I’ve been thinking and I think our break has been good for me- good for both of us, but I would love if we could get back to normal. ‘Cause if this break has done anything, it’s made me realise that I love you more than anything.”

He couldn’t see it, the more he talked the wider Y/n’s smile got. This is exactly what she wanted from this, for them to be how they used to be before college.

“I love you more than anything too, Lukey. I want us to get back to normal too.”

New York was a lot closer to New Jersey than Michigan, so since Luke has been living there with Jack, they saw a lot more of each other. Something Luke loved, yet Jack hated and often stayed with Nico during those weekends.

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fatkish · 24 days

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I found this post you made and idk how old it is but it was about writing stories to heal inner child to give readers someone who stepped up for them as a kid since they didn’t have someone… idk if ur still taking requests for that, but if you are, any chance you could write smthing related to saving a kid from sex trafficking? Specifically where it was perpetuated by the parents if that makes sense?? Idk. I want Aizawa to come get me outta there lol(I’m okay now). Maybe he was undercover or smthing for a bigger operation and came in contact with.. that. Thanks for reading my whole request ^^;;

Aizawa x SA Victim Child Reader

TRIGGER WARNING: please be aware that the following content contains allusions to rape, the sexual exploitation and abuse of minors as well as unwanted sexual advances. Please be warned

Aizawa goes undercover disguised as a potential buyer for an illegal quirk boosting drug that the reader’s parents are selling and finds readers parents offering reader to buyers as well.

Reader is 12 and still hasn’t developed a quirk yet. They are a late bloomer and their parents decided that their kid needed to ‘help out the family’ since they haven’t developed a quirk

Reader is forced to take lessons on ‘dancing’ in order to entertain the clients. The reader’s parents have made them believe that they are not worth saving and that heroes will treat them like a villain because what they’re doing is wrong and because their parents are ‘evil’

Aizawa was back in his underground days and came upon the house acting as a corrupt hero. He had found an actual corrupt hero who used the drugs and knew about the kid. Aizawa followed the hero and was talking to the parents when they offered the reader to him.

Aizawa, not believing this, actually went to the room and paid the parents before going in alone.

The reader’s parents don’t really care how long people are along with the reader, as long as they pay them good money. The father’s quirk allows him to distort electrical circuits and signals rendering any device that investigators might use to capture evidence of their deeds, to be useless.

Once alone with the reader, Aizawa was revolted by the way the reader was sexualized by their own parents. He talked to the reader and it took some convincing but he eventually gave the reader a phone that they could use to gather evidence from the inside.

After Aizawa left, because there wasn’t anything he could do at that exact moment that wouldn’t make things worse for the reader, he informed the police as well as the other heroes he was working with about the situation and within the next three days, they had all the information they needed in order to get a search warrant and arrest the parents

Aizawa was the one who was in charge of the kid. It was during the raid that the reader’s quirk finally manifested.

Their quirk allows them to build up and store massive amounts of electrical energy and basically turn their body into electrical energy as well as manipulate it. The reader can travel through electrical circuits like landline phones and computers. They can create a force field of electrical energy that fries anything within it as well as control electricity and shape it.

The reader was being ‘used’ by a rather violent man who was being far rougher than anyone had ever been before. It was during all the stress and anxiety that the reader finally had enough. When Aizawa busted the door down he saw the man had been electrocuted to death and had electrical burns all over him.

Aizawa realizes the severity of the situation and instead of using his quirk he decided to have the reader try to control their ability themselves. Aizawa gently removed his goggles and slowly approached the hyperventilating child. He gently talked to them, speaking in a soft voice, he told them that it was over. That their parents have been arrested and that they will never have to deal with this kind of treatment ever again.

The reader obviously wasn’t comfortable with touching others and Aizawa understood that. Aizawa had given the reader the space they needed and made sure to always be within the reader’s sight and also made sure that anyone who had to be near the reader, followed the reader’s directions.

If they didn’t want to be touched, Aizawa made sure they wouldn’t be. If the reader was uncomfortable, Aizawa made sure that whatever was causing it was dealt with. For the first time ever, the reader actually saw and believed that someone was willing to protect them and after a few months the reader was finally comfortable with sleeping in the same room as Aizawa.

The doctors and nurses were worried about the reader since they refused to be touched and would use their quirk to defend themselves. It was only after Aizawa was able to gain the reader’s trust that the doctors had Aizawa be their proxy and do the tests needed. With every test that Aizawa had to do, he would explain in detail what he would be doing, why he was doing it and made sure that the reader felt comfortable and safe, making sure that they understood that they had to give consent before anything would be done.

Eventually a therapist and counselor where provided to the reader to help them deal with the trauma from their experiences. The reader wouldn’t really talk to anyone besides Aizawa

Seeing this the courts as well as the reader’s doctors suggested that Aizawa become the reader’s legal guardian

Aizawa adopted the reader and had Hizashi introduce himself to the reader. After that, the two of them decided to take the reader shopping since this was more of Hizashi’s area of expertise rather than Aizawa’s. They bought clothes for the reader, toys, books, electronics, snacks, toiletries, bedding, furniture, etc.

Once they got to Aizawa’s house, they helped the reader get everything inside and showed the reader their own rood with an attached bathroom. The reader even had a lock on their door that they could control from their side. Aizawa even helped the reader instal one of those chain locks on their door

It took a lot of time but eventually the reader began to trust Hizashi too. Eventually one day the reader had fallen asleep on the couch next to Aizawa. Aizawa was so touched and smiled softly. He made himself, as well as the reader, a promise, he would do whatever it took to keep them safe and make sure that they were happy and felt loved and cared for

(I hope this helps you and that you enjoyed this. I hope that your inner child finds some peace with this and that this helps them heal.)

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kindasleepywriter · 3 months

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Bird of Prey - Chapter 11: Light and Darkness

Bird of Prey masterlist. Azriel x Reader.

Chapter summary: Azriel tries to teach you how to summon shadows of your own, but you both find yourself very distracted.

Story rating: Mature - Minors DNI

Warnings: Talks of emotional and psychological abuse, mention of past El.riel relationship. Some explicit content (grinding, kissing, biting)

Word count: 3.9k

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“If you think about it, one little flick of a dagger and my target is choking on their own blood. It’s all I need, really, I can just decide to not use my magic…”

Azriel scoffed. “And continue destroying every living room in Prythian? I think not.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back, staring at the ceiling once more. You lay sprawled on a beat-up old couch, one that had taken the place of another costly one you’d seen upon arriving at Azriel’s discrete house. Mor’s orders, he had said when you asked him about it. She had ‘spent too long choosing his furniture to let it be turned into rubbish’, apparently. You really couldn’t blame her; you knew you had been racking up a large bill for repairs.

Azriel, sat at the other side of the relatively small couch with his wings draping over the backrest, gently squeezed one the calves resting in his lap.

“Look, if you only focus on the material aspect of the shadows, they’ll never come to you.” he said. “Yes, their purpose is to serve you, but they’re not mindless listening devices. They still have to deem you worthy on some level.”

As if in agreement, one of the shadows surrounding you both ran up your neck to curl behind your ear, before returning to its peers.

“Great,” you said, “the one thing I’d been craving this week was a little bit of extra judgment, just to keep me humble.”

Azriel tilted his head back in laughter. “Don’t see it that way, it’s more about respect.” he said, adding “Something that took me a bit too long to figure out.”

You rose to rest on your elbows, raising an eyebrow at him. He sighed, refusing to meet your eyes.

“When the war happened, I somehow got stuck on the idea that, since Rhys and Cass were mated to two of the Archeron sisters, Elain somehow had to be mine.”

“But isn’t she…”

“Mated to Lucien, yes. And we both knew it at the time, I was just holding on to the idea that I couldn’t be the one “left out”. Three sisters for three brothers, is what I think I said a couple of times.”

You frowned. “That’s… a good way to make sure your kids never date, that’s for sure.”

He shrugged with a chuckle, playfully pinching your ankle.

“You should’ve seen the crisis I had when Rhys ordered me away from her, I was furious in a way I’d rarely been before. When I was with her, my shadows would go away for some time, and I took it as a sign that she was the light I needed.”

“Wait,” you interjected, “they left completely?”

“Yes. I thought that was a good sign, but I realized after some time that they’d been hiding from her, from us. What she and I had was unhealthy, we were both desperate for control over our own lives. When we ended it, when I came to my senses, I encouraged her to seek out Lucien and to at least give him a chance. I promised her that, if she ever said the word, her mate wouldn’t ever be near her again. I think that security let her take that step.”

You nodded. That’s what Lucien had meant when he had mentioned that Azriel had played a role in Elain’s acceptance of the mating bond. The thought of the Vansera had your heart clenching. You still hadn’t talked to him since that night on the balcony when you’d compared him to his family. It was a low blow, especially from you. Gods, what a mess of things you had made.

Azriel stroked your calf with his thumb, snapping you out of your thoughts. His shadows remained draped over you like a cloak, less agitated than the ones around him. He looked at you carefully, a tight smile adorning his features. “He’ll get over it, you know. He asked about you, how you were. He cares.”

You sighed, fully sitting up and resting your head on your knees, shaking out your wings in the process. You tried to keep them from brushing against Azriel’s but, on a couch this small, it was almost impossible. Your feathers only brushed the very tip of the membranous surface, and you saw Azriel clench his fist, barely noticeable. “I think that might be the problem,” you said, “we went our own way shortly after escaping autumn, and I’ve changed over the centuries. I was broken then, and the things I’ve done since…”

He inclined his head in acknowledgement, full of understanding. He’d told you just enough about his role as spymaster that you knew his duty weighed heavily on his mind.

“I was still barely out of childhood and, despite all that had already happened, I think I still had some shreds of hope that what I had lived was the exception, not the rule. The further I travelled though, I just kept on seeing the cruelty of the world and I decided I wanted no part in it, that I was better on my own. Lucien… We haven’t talked in centuries. I preferred not to break his image of me.”

He lifted a hand and softly pressed circles onto your lower back. You shivered at the contact, glad that he wasn’t venturing any higher. “What happened in Autumn?” he asked softly.

You hesitated. You had never told a single soul other than Lucien about those details, and you knew he himself kept his life in Autumn relatively private. Shadows curled around your ears once more and, though you could not hear their song, you knew they were trying to comfort and anchor you or remind you that you were not alone.

“I… I don’t think my fiancé,” you spat the word like poison, “had much of a plan in mind. He wasn’t exactly a mastermind; Beron was always the one pulling the strings. Beron was- well, he was an enigma to me, albeit a vile and cruel one. He was great in the beginning of course, but he changed when I had lost most of myself and by then I had lost the will to fight back. I had no idea why he wanted to keep me there.”

Azriel didn’t pause his comforting movements but stiffened next to you, frowning, dread and anger shining in his eyes. Some of his shadows had drifted some distance away from the both of you, but you could see their erratic movements from the corner of your vision. You stayed quiet for a moment, giving him a moment to gather his thoughts. This side of him, the diplomatic spymaster who chose every word carefully, always fascinated you. It was a sight you hadn’t witnessed much since you’d made peace with each other. You hoped it was because he could let his guard down around you, but when it happened you nevertheless couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Did any of them-” he hesitated, though you suspected it was more so in response to your stare than any doubt of his own, “Did any of them ever cross any boundaries?”

You had to bite back a scoff at the time it’d taken him to come up with that, but your chest warmed from his intent to be respectful. “That’s… a complicated question.” His hands stilled on your back and his eyes darkened. It wasn’t dread that they contained now, only pure fury. “The tactics they used tended to be very psychological, they didn’t need to harm me physically. Any word or action I did would be weaponized against me by Lucien’s brothers, but the one I was engaged to made me feel like I was losing my mind. He’d say something had never happened, that I was misremembering... I felt a lot of shame, even more so when I started to realize what was going on. I felt… I felt naïve.”

Azriel winced at the pointed way you spoke the last word. ‘Naïve, pitiful girl, blind to the most basic of manipulations’ he had said, back then.

“Not my greatest moment,” he admitted sheepishly. “I need to apologize for those words, they were more hurtful than I’d planned, and I should’ve corrected myself. I never actually believed those things.”

You quirked an eyebrow at his admission. You couldn’t say you forgave him exactly, but it had happened centuries ago. You nodded at his words. “What had you ‘planned’, then?”

“I had only seen you once before saying that. One of the brothers, the one I assume you were engaged to, was ‘teaching’ you how to act in court, and you were hanging on his every word.”

You remembered that day. You’d failed to use the correct title to address some lord or other, and the Vansera had spent an entire day showing you the standards you were held to, in a way that subtly implied you didn’t have any say in the matter. ‘But that’s only when we have company, of course.’ He’d failed to mention then that, in the Autumn palace, there were a constant flux of guests, nobility and the like, as well as guards in practically every room. You always had company, so you always had to obey.

“Clearly, he was an asshole only pretending to care for you” Azriel continued, “but when he started explaining how to best hide your wings and even went so far as suggesting removing them, I was so shaken that I could barely think. When I saw you truly consider it, I felt like I couldn’t stand there and watch. Being the idiot that I am, I thought spelling it out when I knew you’d overhear would be a wake-up call, but when Cass reprimanded me afterwards and I realized I did nothing more than insult you, you were already gone. I couldn’t exactly start a war to get to you, not with Rhys’ still fragile rule at the time, so I had to let it go.”

You grimaced. You had indeed considered such a procedure. Your wings had brought you so much pain in your brief experience of life and you’d trusted the Vanseras completely at the time. If they said something was for the best, you just nodded and went along with it. Passing as High Fae would’ve been an added perk, especially since they already all thought you had lost the ability to fly.

It was Beron who’d pulled the plug on the idea, the fee for the healers a waste of gold. It might’ve been the only good decision that had been made in that palace concerning you. You were far more suspicious of his motivations now. Having a half-breed for a daughter-in-law wouldn’t be something he appreciated.

Gods, the idea of letting them take such an important part of yourself made you nauseous now. Your wings reflexively flexed at the thought, the urge to taste the sky stronger than ever. If only you weren’t in a populated city… maybe you could at least try to glide, for the first time in centuries.

You realized with a start that Azriel was under the same impression as the Vanseras: he thought you were clipped. You’d never told him otherwise, and you’d refused to fly when you had met him in that clearing. The thought made you panic. Was it too late now, would he see it as dishonesty?

You breathed in, attempting to speak, but the words were caught in your throat. You knew he disapproved of the barbaric practice, but you’d kept that side of you, the bird of prey, hidden since arriving in Velaris. You’d trained alone with Cassian, sure, you’d wrestled Nesta to the floor, but you had held back. The killer, the warrior with a need for vengeance, that was a secret you still held.

Seeing clipping in a negative light didn’t mean he would accept that.

You’d been silent too long; your breathing had gotten too fast. The hand Azriel held at your back raised to the nape of your neck to softly caress the skin right underneath your hair.

“Hey, stay with me, you’re okay.” He whispered, concerned eyes taking in your increasingly tense posture.

“There’s something- I just-”, you tried, avoiding his gaze, your voice strangled and unable to form the words.

His hand softly tightened where it rested, softly turning your head towards him, his other one coming up to stroke your arm. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to, Dove.”

That wasn’t quite true though, was it? He was still the spymaster, he needed to know things like these. You struggled some more, looking anywhere but at him and trying desperately to speak despite your fast breathing.

His hold on your neck tightened. “Look at me.” he said, louder, more an order than a comforting plea.

You couldn’t help but quickly meet his eyes, your years of trauma rearing up their ugly head.

“You’re free from them and they don’t hold any power over you anymore, no one does.” he asserted firmly. “Your story is yours to tell or keep.” You nodded as he talked, anchoring yourself to the hazel eyes that seemed to almost glow, to the shadows that surrounded the both of you tightly. “You don’t owe anything to me or anyone else.”

‘Breathe, breathe’ you could almost hear as your fluttering heart started to slow down to its usual beat. You gripped on to Azriel’s shirt, screwing your eyes shut for a moment as you focused on the resounding voices.

‘Safe, unharmed.’

“We… We’ve got company, Dove.”

You peeked through your lashes, not noticing anything, so you fully opened your eyes and examined the room. Nothing seemed amiss.

You snapped your head back to Azriel as his hand ran up your, a trailing finger brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. He stayed still for a moment, now with a focus you’d never seen before, waiting for something that you couldn’t discern. A moment of silence, your almost-normal heartbeat still lowly drumming in your ears.

After a few seconds, he slowly removed his hand and brought his open palm between the two of you. You could have wept at what you saw, had you not been slightly distracted by the proximity his movement brought.

In his hand laid two shadows, one of them a shade of grey so light it was almost white and one as black as coal. They were intertwined in a swift dance, their colors merging in a shifting grey scale before they separated again. They ran circles around Azriel’s hand. He was absolutely entranced by the sight of your shadows, and a disbelieving grin stretched across his face. You’d never seen him look so unabashedly happy.

“They’re- They’re both mine?” you asked unsteadily, though you already knew the answer. You could hear their song clearly now, a soft breeze that floated up to your ears, comforting words turning more playful by the minute.

‘Finally,’ you heard them whisper in unison, and you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a sharp laugh. You hadn’t expected them to have an attitude. They slithered out of Azriel’s hands, still twirling together, before they darted away from the both of you, falling into a cycle of exploring the room for a few seconds followed by them rushing back to you, informing you of things you hadn’t even noticed. They curled behind your ears, exactly how Azriel’s shadows often greeted you.

You looked around, keeping track of their song. The books that seemed the most worn-down by frequent handling, the dwindling fire in need of a new log, the window that wasn’t quite latched… They saw it all. You could only watch in wonder, excitement taking over, as they proceeded to intertwine with Azriel’s shadows, playfully dancing with them before running over the man himself. Could they communicate?

‘Beautiful, strong, protective’ they sang as they reviewed Azriel and your cheeks heated at their whispers, even more so as they continued. ‘Kindred soul, loved.’

You looked up sharply at the man in front of you, mortified at the idea of him hearing their words, but he only looked awestruck. You almost startled at his stare; you were the object of his attention now, and he didn’t seem to react to your shadow’s words. You were the only one who could hear them, you remembered, and you let out a shaky but relieved sigh. Your shadows continued their stream of information as you struggled to keep up with them, still reeling at their existence. You had summoned them, you had succeeded!

“Can you hear them?” Azriel asked.

‘Care, fascination.’, you heard.

“I can!” you exclaimed, grabbing his hands in elation. All previous thoughts were already forgotten. You were practically vibrating with excitement, your wings spread wide behind you. One of the shadows, the light one, reported that Azriel had apparently missed a spot while shaving. In disbelief, you didn’t hesitate and grabbed his face, one hand splayed across one side of his jaw and the other gently tilting his head back to give you a better view. You didn’t remember the last time you felt so alive.

“Whoa,” you blurted with a grin, a thumb brushing over the barely noticeable stubble. “They really do see everything.”

He laughed, almost nervously. “They never stop,” he said, “better get used to it. They’ll learn to prioritize with time.” You looked up again and met his eyes. You realized the intimacy of your position; you were practically in his lap, as if he’d sat down while holding you in a cradle carry. You felt thighs clench when you shifted, and you instantly stilled at the sensation. He might be leaner than his brothers, but even sat down like this you felt the power those muscles held.

‘Vulnerability. Arousal.’

You snorted loudly, broken out of your thoughts. “Leave the poor man alone, come here.” you chastised softly, meeting Azriel’s eyes and instantly stiffening at the intensity they held. The shadows hurried back, and you laughed lightly as you felt them burrow between your ruffled feathers, probably blending in with their respective colors, singing words of annoyance in harmony.

You still hadn’t completely let go of Azriel, your hands now splayed across each side of his neck, but you remained locked in his stare, mesmerized by the gold speckles that reflected the fire’s low flickering light around his dilated pupils.

“Hi.” you whispered, wide eyed. He was so close, so close, and you were left dizzied by the delicious scent of cedar and mist that hung around you. You’d never considered if a person could be addicted to a smell but, if it was, this would be the one for you.

“Hi.” he answered, amused. His voice was lower than it had been moments earlier and you felt at your side every vibration that rumbled throughout his chest. His hand came up to rest between your shoulder blades, fingers brushing the light dawn feathers at the base of your wings that peeked through the back of your shirt as he pulled you closer. You instinctively arched at the innocent touch and your wings snapped open as best they could despite the couch. A low whimper escaped you.

With a smug smile, he hummed questioningly and repeated the gesture again, eliciting another strangled noise from you. “Interesting.”

“That,” you breathed, “is a sensitive area-ah!” You gasped as he dug his fingers in more, the texture of his fingers scrapping so perfectly against your soft skin and feathers. You felt the familiar throb of your core in response, arousal flooding you. Well, if that was how he wanted to play…

You released his neck and used his broad shoulders as support as you whipped around, straddling him in a single flourished move. He groaned through gritted teeth at the friction between you and grabbed your hips to keep you still. You softly ran your hands down his shoulders towards the expanse of his wings, teasing the leathery skin. They twitched at the contact, and he tensed, meeting your eyes again.

“What,” you purred, “can’t handle a taste of your own medicine, Shadowsinger?”

He laughed lowly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Shadowsinger.”

You hummed at the mirrored title. You didn’t know you’d qualify yourself as one with a single pair of shadows by your side, but the sheer affection that seemed to drip from Azriel’s every word distracted you from your thoughts. “Tell me, then. Is the reward worth the risk?” you whispered, more vulnerable than you’d intended it to be.

“Oh, absolutely.”, he said, pulling you towards him and crashing his lips against yours. You clenched your hands instinctively at the contact, holding on for dear life, and Azriel nipped sharply at your lip when his wing became the victims of your fingernails. You let go, embarrassed, and managed to emit a soft Sorry somewhere between breaths and moans. He passed his tongue over the bruised skin in silent forgiveness.

You trailed your hands along the hem of the leathers, that he hadn’t taken the time to strip from when he’d arrived home. You expertly undid the clasps holding it together, and he tilted his body forward as he shucked it across the room.

‘2 feet from the fire’

You giggled against Azriel’s lips at the information your shadows provided, slightly entertained by the live commentary, but you sharply shook the wing they had taken residence, effectively flinging them off of it, and they took off into the next room. You had no doubt they’d return to list everything they found the second they got bored.

You explored the shape of Azriel’s body, softly feeling every inch of his chest as he brushed a finger up and down your spine. You sighed, melting like putty in his hands, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned as he slid it across yours and you deepened the kiss, almost crazed by your desire for him, for his taste. You grinded down on him, your wings brushing against his, and he let out a tortured groan as he bucked up towards you in response, burying his face in your neck. He sucked briefly at your pulse point, his teeth occasionally scrapping against your skin, and he soothingly ran his tongue over his handiwork. He repeated the process along your collarbone, no doubt making sure you’d remember this moment when you woke up the day after.

You leaned into his touch and tilted your head to expose more of your neck. You pressed soft kisses along his jaw up to his ear and whispered “Eager, are we?”. You half-yelped and half-moaned as he bit down on your shoulder in response, immediately replacing his teeth with the warmth of his tongue. You shuddered, an additional wave of arousal coursing through you, but a deep voice sent ice running through your veins.

“Well, if this is your idea of necessary training, Az, you have better watch out before I try finding new powers of my own.”

Rhysand.

Long time no see! I hope a bit of love might balances out reader's life trauma, oups

The only thing I could think of while writing the scene where Azriel reaches up to touch reader's shadows is the image of a magician going "hehehe look a penny behind your ear!". I am not well.

I beg you guys for some feedback, this is my first fic and i have no idea what I'm doing x) I hope y'all like it!!

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Attuma x Reader

Summary: Finding a job on an isolated island in the middle of nowhere was your introverted dream come true. Little did you know what was lurking in the ocean.

Attuma's head was the only thing out of the water, the rest of his body stayed hidden in the deep blue.

His eyes followed her as she walked along the beach.

She was new.

He saw the ship which dropped her off. He assumes she was the new keeper of the lighthouse.

He watched as she looked around the small island.

Attuma had seen many humans come and go from this very island. He was tasked to keep an eye on it as it was rather close to Talokan and Kukulkan wanted someone to have an eye out.

Attuma was sure no human knew about their city, nor were they looking for it, their presence on the small island in the middle of the water was way simpler.

To keep the ground managed and the lighthouse in shape.

Attuma checked the house and the light many many times. It was nothing but an old device, it wasn't looking under the water, not trying to find vibranium or anything.

A simple lighthouse to show sailors the way.

This was the first time Attuma had seen a woman on the island.

He scared off or killed many people on the island. Attuma needed to keep his home safe and when the humans got bored, they started to look. He couldn't have that.

Attuma assumed she would be just as easy to deal with.

He soon left, heading back to his home to report to Kukulkan.

---

You really thought this would be worse.

But your introverted self jumped on the opportunity as soon as you heard that you could work all on your own, on a lonely island in the middle of nowhere?

Sounds like a dream?

No? To you it did.

Alone with an easy job and a good salary.

You would get weekly supplies sent to you with a ship.

Sounded like a dream.

But you could also clearly see the red flags. First of all, the sailor who just dropped you off mentioned that you were the fifth that summer.

Meaning four people before you took the job and then left or worse.

You tried to joke that perhaps a shark took the others, but when you saw the look in his eyes... your smile fell.

The island looked nice, the lighthouse was also in rather good shape, and the small house next to it will be your home for a couple of months. Hopefully.

You thanked the man who showed you around before he headed back to his boat. With basic knowledge and some internet connection, you felt ready for the job.

"Be careful about storms! Out here they are very harsh! I suspect one of the kids before you must have been taken by a wave. Don't leave the house, nothing's worth your life." he said before getting on his boat and leaving.

You could say he was a grumpy old man.

But he had experience and you knew you had to listen to him.

And you did.

---

"All surface dwellers are dangerous! We must be cautious about her. As my general, I trust you the most to watch her. As long as you deem necessary." Kukulkan nodded at Attuma who agreed with the decision.

He will keep an eye on the woman.

He had been watching her for days now. Day and night, Attuma watched her closely trying to figure out her real purpose.

As one night fell, Attuma felt braver than before as he emerged from the water.

Studying her for days, he knew her routine. A simple routine, easy to remember.

Since Kukulkan didn't deem the woman to be killed, Attuma wanted more information which he can present to his King.

Attuma walked quietly but with precision. He found the door unlocked and entered slowly, hearing soft snores coming from inside he was more confident that she was asleep.

He walked around the small house but found nothing of interest only her personal belongings, books, clothes, and a laptop.

He then walked to the bedroom. He had been in that house before. Once he took a man from the bed into the ocean.

The man had been looking underwater, mumbling about people he saw in the water. He was a danger.

Attuma watched her sleep soundly.

She looked very comfortable and calm. She was completely unaware of the danger right in front of her.

Attuma watched her for a moment before heading out again.

Reporting back to his King the next morning.

Kukulkan was still not convinced and Attuma was sent back to watch her.

---

You, completely unaware of the attention, continued your job as you were supposed to.

Two weeks now have passed and the old man arrived with your food for the upcoming week. As usual he made no effort to chat, he dropped off your food and necessities before getting back on his ship with the list you handed him of things you would need.

But you were okay with it. He doesn't have to talk with you if he doesn't want to.

You were back in your routine.

Another couple days passed. And it seemed like the wonder of being alone started to wear off.

Not even the fact that you missed human interaction, you missed the shops.

You would kill for some Burger King right about now, but all you had is the lasagna you prepared yesterday or some ice cream. That did sound rather amazing right now.

You let out a sigh and decided to check the snack drawer.

With a twix in hand, you went out to the porch and sat down.

For a couple of days now, you have been getting a feeling. As if you were being watched.

You were sure it was only your imagination and your secluded lifestyle at the moment which was getting to you.

---

Attuma watched you closely for the entire time. Watching you as you walked around the island, cleaning, planting new flowers, cleaning the lighthouse, and making sure it functions.

He watched you sleep. He found himself spending more and more time watching your sleeping form.

He was certain you weren't a threat. Not to Talokan, not to him, and not to anyone else.

You must be a gentle soul.

A beautiful and gentle soul.

Attuma never felt so conflicted in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, get to know you. And yet, here he was, a warrior, a general under Kukulkan. A man who never lost their vision of the most important thing, keeping Talokan safe.

In his mind, he knew what he was doing is wrong. He knew that his bravery in walking onto land even during the day was a great risk. He knew all of this and yet, his heart told him other things.

His heart told him to look after this precious woman, to keep her in his arms.

He never felt so uncertain in his entire life.

Sometimes he forgot that even if he was a general, a friend of Kukulkan, a warrior, he was also a man.

A man who lived a long life and has an even longer in front of him.

A man who never craved for a woman more than he is craving now.

But he knew it was wrong. He knew he must not have these feelings.

He knew he needed to find a solution.

Each day, he reported to Kukulkan. Each day he told him he was convinced the woman was no threat. But he feared his King might stop his investigation. Attuma feared he wouldn't be able to see you again.

"Thank you brother. You have been watching her for many days now. You may go back to your duties."

"I do wish to keep an eye on her still. If we send someone they might get seen." Attuma's reasoning was correct. Kukulkan however, sensed something else.

"Is she a warrior?"

"No, she tends to the gardens and feeds the seagulls. Sometimes he feeds the fish."

"Is she dangerous?"

"Certainly not. One of our weakest could take her down in a matter of minutes."

"Then why do you insist on watching her?" Kukulkan wasn't mad, he was more intrigued. He has never seen her brother like this.

"In case it is all an act. In case she communicates with others so they could find Talokan. I think it would be best if I watch her, in case my fears are correct and we need to jump into action." again, Attuma's reasoning was spot on. But something didn't feel right to the King.

"Did you perhaps grow some form of attachment?"

"Of course not, she is but a surface dweller." it almost hurt for him to say those words.

Kukulkan watched his brother closely, even if his people thought him to be a God, he was blinded by his rage and hatred. However, he would never want his brother to suffer.

"Keep an eye on her then. If what you assume is true, kill her. I don't require daily reports from now, weekly should be enough." Attuma nodded before he swam off.

Kukulkan watched Attuma leave, trying to hide his smile behind his hand.

---

That night, there was a terrible storm. Thankfully it hit after you already were done with your chores so you could hide inside the house.

You looked out the window but you weren't able to see much.

However, you swore you saw a head in the water.

You panicked. What if someone was drifted from a ship?

You grabbed your jacket and headed out into the storm.

There was thunder, the wind was crazy as you looked at the beach and the water.

"Hello?!" you yelled, trying to stay on the sand as the water raged. "Is someone there?! I can help you!" but no answer came and you saw no one. Slowly you walked a bit further, the ocean hitting your ankles. "IS SOMEONE THERE?!" you yelled from the top of your lungs. Trying to see the person you believe you saw again but the rain didn't help.

"HELLO?!" you tried once more.

You decided to head back but on your way a huge wave hit and you lost your balance, the water quickly dragged you in and soon, you were panicking.

You knew it was not helping, you tried to swim but you couldn't because the waves were too big. Then you were thrown against a rock and you hit your head. You were in and out of consciousness.

But you swore you felt a hand and an arm moving around you.

---

You woke up with a start and a terrible headache.

You swore you have been in the water, you should be dead but then why were you inside the house in your bed?!

Was it all a dream?

No. The little bump on your head said otherwise.

You tried to recall just how you managed to get back on shore and into the house but you couldn't.

Was it the adrenaline that kicked in?

You weren't sure.

You remember heading out to the beach because you thought you saw a head, trying to save the person you were taken in by a huge wave and nearly drowned. But you didn't.

How?

---

"You saved her." Kukulkan looked at his general, Attuma failed to notice the mischief in his King's eyes.

"She was drowning," Kukulkan smirked.

"You like her, Attuma. Just admit it."

"My King, I would never... a surface dweller? Unheard of."

"Not really. We do have people who were once living on the surface, you know that. Good and loyal people. And you did say she is a kind person."

"My King, Kukulkan I-"

"You must be torn, my brother. Having feelings like that must take a toll on a person even as strong as you are. But I have been told love is a stronger driver than hate. If she chooses so, she can live with you here." Attuma was stunned.

"Y-You approve of her?"

"She must be special if she caught your eyes, Brother." Kukulkan nodded as he felt as if a huge weight just got lifted off of his shoulders.

But it was put right back on when he realized he will have to know someone speak with you without scaring you.

He also didn't want to scare you so you would run and he would need to kill you before you could reveal his secret.

He couldn't help but recall the worry in your voice yesterday. How you called out for someone who you thought needed help. It almost lead to your demise. But at least he got to see you up close.

Attuma bowed to his King before leaving.

Now, somehow he had to come up with a plan and not scare you in the meantime.

---

You stood on the beach, looking at the water, trying to see something, anything.

You walked around the island at least three times now, trying to find the person you saw.

But now, you started to believe you were imagining things.

You went on with your routine but then something weird happened. Bones started to appear on the beach. You stood there utterly confused as to just how did a shark's skull end up on your beach? Only the skull as well, no body or other bones. Just a skull in the sand.

You were truly baffled.

And over the upcoming days, you found more and more bones.

Sea creature skulls and one time even an emerald necklace. It was a small emerald gem on a gold necklace.

It confused you more than the skulls did.

---

You let out a long sigh, as night soon arrived, you went back to your routine, turning the light on before walking back down the stairs.

As you turned around the house to put away your broom in the small shed at the back, you nearly tripped over when you saw a man standing there.

It was no ordinary man either. He had a shark skull on his head, weird clothes and blue skin.

Could it be that he was the man you saw last night?

You just stood there too stunned to say something. He was also clearly caught off guard.

"Do you live here?" you asked, assuming he lived on the island but he shook his head. He spoke in a language you couldn't understand. "Are you... injured?" he shook his head again, no, so he clearly understood you, so he must speak your language. Then you decided the best way to deal with this was by turning around and heading back inside the house.

As you turned the corner you turned back and looked at him still standing there.

So he wasn't your imagination.

Cool.

Or not?

You went into the house and sat down, looking at the door you tried to make sense of things. Then you heard the man walk onto the porch and the door opened slowly, he looked huge in the doorway. Not only tall but muscular as well.

You were sure he was there to kill you. Now you knew what happened to the others before you.

As he took a step inside you stood up from the chair.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise! But they will send more people if I disappear! They will look for me." you knew no one would care, but he didn't have to know that.

"Won't hurt you." he suddenly said and you didn't know if it scared you more or calmed you a little.

There was something about his voice which you found incredibly charming. A slight ring to it, like a melody.

You found it strange how someone so huge and blue and covered in bones could be so calming.

"Then what do you want? Are you the ones who left the bones on the beach?" he nodded once, the jewellery around him chiming at the movement. "Why?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Gifts. Talokan women like gifts from strong men, the most impressive gift will decide who can court the woman."

"Talokan? Is that your home?" he nodded again. "Hold on just a moment! Hold on! So, you live in the ocean? In Talokan? Are you the one who killed the people before me?"

"Couldn't trust them. Talokan's safety is the priority."

"So, you killed them, but you are leaving me gifts to court me?! I must be dreaming. This cannot be real... A blue man from the sea is trying to court me?! You must be joking!"

"I'm not. I would be a good partner to you. I'm a general under the King, I am loyal, a great warrior."

The way he looked dead serious, you must be dreaming.

This cannot be real.

You refused to believe that this was real.

You needed to pinch yourself, you must be dreaming, or last night, you died at this was your purgatory.

"Yesterday, you saved me?"

"You were drowning. I helped."

"You were the one I saw in the water, I went to help you and a big wave took me in. I was drowning, and what you put me back to bed?"

"Indeed."

"I-I need time to think."

Attuma understood, he handed you a shell. "Place this in the water and call for me, I am Attuma. I will come to you as soon as I can." and with that, he walked out of the house, you rushed to the door and watched him walk back into the ocean.

You were truly going mad.

The next day, you found yourself sitting on the sand, watching the water, you tried to gather your thoughts.

So, he was an underwater... man? He has been watching you because he is a general and has to protect his home. Okay... He killed the people before you because they were a threat to his people. Okay... And he wanted to court you... Like what?!

Was this some kind of a sick joke? No the man who drops off your food is not the pranking type.

So, it had to be real. But even the thought of people living underwater sent a shiver down your spine. But it did make a lot of sense. Androids, aliens, wizards and now, water-people. Why not?

You had a feeling your fate would be sealed if you tried to contact anyone about them. You had a feeling you would be dead in a matter of seconds if you tried to. Now it made sense why you felt as if someone was watching you all the time. He was monitoring you so he could report if you had done something.

You weren't going to lie, this all sounded extremely intriguing. You found Attuma to be very interesting, the mystery of it all.

He was huge and you could tell he was a great warrior but his eyes were so kind and soft.

The gifts he left you, were all intricately picked, cleaned and placed in the sand for you to find. You wondered how could you show him that you were interested. Flowers? Maybe not.

You held the shell which he handed you yesterday.

"Attuma." you whispered before letting it into the water, you watched as it was taken away. Soon, he started to walk out of the water.

"Did you make up your mind?" he asked and you nodded. "Then please, let my torture end with an answer."

"I would like to get to know you better." you said as he stood in front of you.

You watched as his posture became more straight. His lungs filled with confidence. The mask on his face hides his smile.

"But I am terrified of water." this made him stop in his tracks. "Deep water, of which you can't see the bottom of. Scares me to no end."

"Why?"

"When I was young, my grandma took me to the ocean one summer. I wandered in too far and nearly drowned. Ever since that day, I am terrified of deep water."

"Then I will help you."

"I know how to swim, I just..."

"I'll help you. I won't let you drown." he said as he took the mask off his face and guided it to your face.

With that, he helped you into the water, you clung to him like a baby koala would to their mother.

The mask did help you breathe normally which you were thankful for.

"I will help you get comfortable in the water. Then, we will work from there."

"Thank you." you watched as his skin changed from blue to a gorgeous brown, it made you smile. Now, you could see his face without the mask and he was rather handsome.

You swam around a lot that day, to the point where you got rather tired. Attuma had to carry you back to the house.

It became somewhat of a routine for him. You cleaned up the island as you normally would, water your plants before he would take you on swimming lessons.

He was a really good teacher.

He told you what to do and never pushed you further than you were willing to go.

Even if you were shaking with fear, you still wanted to learn. At least it gave something for you to do and look forward to.

Each day you got more and more used to having him around. Each passing day, you started to see him for who he was, not the scary blue water man but Attuma.

He talked a lot about his home and his people. He shared the story of his people with you, how ancient his society was and how they survived for so long.

He talked about his king, Kukulkan, Attuma said he was like a brother to him.

You also told him about yourself. Telling him about your family and how you grew up and how you ended up in the middle of the ocean. Oh how glad he was that you two met.

One rather cold morning, you stood on the beach, waiting for him but he was late.

He was never late.

You were worried something might have happened.

You spent all day on the beach, worried sick.

You only headed back when the rain started.

You sat on the porch, watching the water, but soon, it got dark.

You were very worried but you needed to head inside or you might catch a cold.

The next morning, you did the same, sitting on the sand just waiting and waiting. But somehow, he didn't come.

Now, you were angry-worried.

"FINE! THEN DON'T COME! AS IF I CARE!" you yelled before you kicked the sand and headed to get some work done.

Occasionally glancing at the water, but nothing.

You sat once again on the porch, bouncing your leg up and down.

The sun was at it's highest point and you were already finished. You cleaned more than you should have. In your last desperate attempt, you walked to the beach and collected shells, sending them into the water one by one. After you sent the fifth you noticed someone emerging from the water. You watched him as he just stood there, a shell in your hand.

"Are you hurt?" he asked as you could see his eyes checking you. You threw the shell at him, it bounced off of his chest and back into the water.

"Where were you?!"

"I was-"

"Do you know how worried I was?!"

"I-"

"I was worried sick! I thought something happened! And then you come waltzing out of the water as if nothing happened?!"

"Waltzing? What's th-"

"How dare you! Do you know what you did to me?!" a tear ran down your face. "I was so worried, I thought you got hurt or worse!"

"We had some issues with Wakanda. I'm sorry. Kukulkan needed me, Talokan needed me." he spoke as he walked closer to you.

"I needed you." you said before hugging him.

Attuma didn't even realize just how attached you got to him, while he knew he was already in love with you, he failed to realize that you share similar feelings.

It was hard for him to stay away from you. But he needed to, he would think about you every given moment. Even as he was fighting all he could think about was you.

"I missed you too." he admitted as his arms moved around you. He had to mind his own strength.

"I want to go with you, live with you. Like the people you told me about."

"Would you really? You want to live with me?"

"Of course, the last almost two days without you made me realize just how much I love you, Attuma. I want to go with you, live with you, marry you. I want you, if you will have me." He removed his mask and leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a soft kiss.

"I will prepare everything, My Love. Tomorrow, I'll come and get you, in case you change your mind-"

"I won't." you reassure him as you both smiled at one another.

Attuma has never swam faster than on that day, going straight to his brother to tell him the news who was happy for him.

They got a fruit prepared and both went to you the next day.

"This is my king, Kukulkan." said Attuma as he introduced you two. "And my king, this is the woman who captured my heart."

"Welcome to Talokan. Your turning might be painful, but it is necessary so you can come and live with us."

"I'm prepared for the pain because I know happiness awaits me." you smiled at Kukulkan as he nodded.

"My brother chose well." he handed you a blue flower and you took a deep breath. Kukulkan turned and left you alone.

Attuma took a step closer to you as he watched you with careful eyes.

"I will miss the flowers."

"You can come visit when you wish."

"For sure, one day I want our children to see the place where we fell in love." Attuma laughed a little and you offered him one last smile before taking the plant.

You were ready for your new life with him.

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Prompt from @missjiru that I picked up from this post. She is an incredibly talented artist and I can personally attest that her lewds are 🔥🥵🤤(check her profile for the tiniest hint of the possibilities!). Luckily for all of us thirsty people, she accepts commissions.

The whole crew is out for karaoke for whatever reason (wedding, everyone's collective birthday or something) and fem!reader sings this track and Five is mesmerized. They eventually go back home/to the academy. Maybe they are chilling in the bar area. Five asks if she'll sing it again just for him. Burlesque-y, strip tease-y, sexy shenanigans ensue?

The Birthday Boy | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 3.8k words, Rated E

October 1st: the communal birthday.

Until recent years, bad memories of being ‘the birthday kids’ meant that Five’s siblings liked to celebrate their birthday apart. Since regaining a new sense of themselves as a family, however, October 1st became a family gathering more strictly observed than Christmas or Thanksgiving.

The routine was a loose one: the afternoon was spent with the entire family at Griddy’s Doughnuts, laughing and, on Five’s part, complaining about how it wasn’t what it used to be. Every year he had the same complaint, and every year he was told not to be a miserable old bastard. After that it was dinner, drinks and a night of karaoke on the town.

You’d woken Five that morning with a steaming pot of coffee, a lingering kiss and birthday gifts. He’d recently expressed an interest in learning the guitar, so you’d got him lessons, but you privately didn’t hold out much hope for these: you’d seen him try to learn the basics of violin with Viktor once, and he’d lost patience as soon as it became clear he wasn’t going to be an immediate prodigy. You thought the cufflinks and tie pin you got him, however, might have a longer lasting benefit. These, he sported proudly in the bar.

It was lucky the lights were low, Five thought, because Diego was a total mess. He held a beer loosely in one hand and swayed expressively along with the music. It was refreshing to one of the most sober in the group.

“-And love dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves,”

Beside Diego on the stage, taking the part of David Bowie, Five side-eyed him as they sang in unison. He had to admit, despite being this drunk, Diego was really going for it with his Freddie Mercury.

“This is our last dance, This is our last dance,”

Five smirked as Diego stumbled, belched and hit a bum note.

“This is our- Jesus, Diego!”

Five shook the deluge of spilled beer off his now-soaked jacket

“Under pressure!” Diego continued, unperturbed, now holding the beer bottle upright again and raising his arm above his head.

“You’re paying for my dry cleaning,” Five said, swiping at his waistcoat before rejoining Diego to sing the last two lines.

“Under pressure, Pressure.”

Five was conscientious in karaoke, as in most things: leaving a song unfinished was bad form in his opinion.

“Idiot,” he grumbled, as the song came to its end.

“It’s my birthday,” slurred Diego, “don’t be an asshat.”

“Don’t remember wishing for a beer-shower when I blew out my candles.” Five grumbled.

He slotted the mic back into its stand, shaking his head and left Diego to his own devices. He stepped off the stage and craned his neck over the other patrons to where he’d left you at the bar.

“She’s gone to powder her nose,” said Lila, appearing unexpectedly at Five’s side.

“Right.”

“You look like you’ve pissed yourself,” she said, matter-of-factly.

Five rolled his eyes. Behind him, he sensed Diego’s unsteady gait approaching.

“I’m gonna go clean up. Try to make sure he doesn't end up in a ditch.”

Lila gave a mock salute and Five edged around her, moving in the direction of the men’s room.

He fixed the spill as best as he could. First dabbing it with folded toilet paper, and then drying the wet patch beneath the hand-drier, earning him stares and the odd smirk from other bathroom users.

When he at last pushed open the heavy bathroom door, he was greeted by the sound of slightly-distorted piano, drums and electric guitar over the speakers: a tune he vaguely recognized.

Just as he was about to turn his steps towards the bar, the voice of the singer caught his attention.

“-And they could never tear us apart.”

He smiled, recognising you before his eyes could turn to see you on the stage. When his eyes caught up with his comprehension, they were well rewarded for the effort: he was enthralled immediately.

You swayed gently from the shoulders, in circular movements back and forth. Effortlessly alluring in that wrap dress he loved on you: the way it skimmed your curves, swelled and dipped in all the right places like a lush range of hills and valleys. It showed just enough smooth skin to make him crazy, and hid just enough to make him anxious to see more.

He was staring, he knew, but the way your lips moved only an inch before the mic was already giving him ideas.

You caught his eye, and a glowing smile lit up your face. To be the object of that look was the best gift you’d given him that day.

In turn, you studied him as you inhaled to sing the next line. There he was, his back and one foot against the wall, leg bent. His arms were folded and his brows raised in interest.

“You, you were standing,”

You maintained eye contact deliberately as you sang it, giving him a cheeky wink for good measure. It let him know that, from your perspective, ‘you’ wasn’t some lyrical archetype, but him.

His expression flickered: one corner of his mouth twitched, and his eyebrows quirked, but it was his eyes that made the greatest impression. They fixed you with a brooding, assessing gaze.

You knew perfectly well what was on his mind. You knew that look: it was the one that removed your every inhibition and left you happy for him to do as he pleased with you. With that look, you knew something of what would be in store for you when he got you home.

“I was there, Two worlds collided”

Klaus appeared at Five’s shoulder.

“Heavens, you should be using protection rather than eye-fucking her raw.”

“And they could never-” Ever, ever, tear us apart.”

He and Klaus clapped as the music finished, Klaus watching Five with amusement, Five still watching you.

“I’ve got a viagra guy if you need some little blue pills, grandpa?”

Heading over to rejoin you as you stepped down from the stage, Five flashed Klaus his most dangerous smile.

“I’ll be quite alright, thank you.”

As you made your way through the crowd, he came upon you suddenly, stepping out from behind a rowdy group of women.

“Hello,” he said, simply, his hand coming immediately to your lower back- a reassuring and slightly proprietary presence.

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*** You snuck out early, arriving back at the Academy before everyone else. Five dragged you into the living room for one final drink before turning in. His soaked jacket and waistcoat were thrown on the couch behind him, and he sat on one of the barstools in his shirt and tie. He watched you as you moved busily behind the bar and winced as he took a sip of his newly poured drink.

“Oof. You don’t skip on tequila, do you?”

“Nope,” you said, placing a cocktail umbrella in his drink with a flourish.

He let out a breath or two of laughter.

“Thank you, dearest.”

He was eyeing you with the same look he’d given you back in the bar. You tried to meet his gaze, but the knowing smirk that appeared there made you flush and look away.

“You have a good voice,” he said, while you studied the polished surface of the bar, “I was sorry to only hear the end of that song.”

“Thanks,” you said, a little embarrassed, stirring the straw around your own cocktail.

He considered you for a moment, head tilted.

“Would you please sing it for me?”

“What?”

“I want you to sing it again.”

He jerked his head, indicating the space on the rug in front of the bar- an informal stage for his viewing pleasure.

“Five-” you said, trying to dissuade him, but he interrupted you with an imperious look.

“Hey- it’s my birthday, remember.”

And then he grinned. It was a maddening expression. He looked, honest to god, as if he’d just beaten you with an infallible argument. Which, of course, he had.

Slowly, you stepped out from behind the bar and set yourself in the space he’d indicated. He pivoted on the stool, so that he was sitting facing you. Drink in his left hand, he leaned casually backwards against the bar. He looked effortlessly sophisticated; confident; self-assured.

“There’s no music,” you said, hoping for an excuse to wriggle out of it.

You should have known. He just smirked and produced a remote control from his pants pocket. He pressed play and the sound of the mellow piano issued from unseen speakers.

“I set it up while you were in the bathroom.”

You shook your head and huffed, half exasperated, half gratified. He inclined his head at you expectantly, as if to say: ‘Well, go on then.’

With no more than a quick roll of your eyes at this, you let the music take you away from the slight self consciousness around performing this way for an audience of one. Despite the feeling of exposure, your hips loosened, the flow of the music taking them into a soft sway.

After all, you’d been ‘exposed’ in front of Five many times before, and in various different ways. Why should this be any different?

He watched, satisfied: the way your legs went on forever in those heeled shoes, the way the snug fabric around your hip stretched and undulated with the tidal movement of your pelvis. They’d look good moving that way on his lap, he thought, with the skirt hitched up nice and high, of course.

“Don’t ask me, What you know is true,”

Even with your eyes closed, your voice wavered with nerves. You could feel his eyes on you like a breath of wind, raising the hairs on your exposed skin.

“Don’t have to tell you, I love your precious heart,”

“Strip,” came his voice.

You stopped singing, wrongfooted.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” his voice held a quiet command, “it is my birthday, after all.”

He gave you another imperious raise of his eyebrows, slurping his margarita through his straw. He looked as if you were a mildly-entertaining TV show that he was reserving full judgement on.

You shook your head, laughing disbelievingly at his cheek.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to.” he said, silkily, “I know the idea turns you on.”

“Anyone could walk in!” you said, unable to hide your delight at the idea.

“Exactly,” Five said, voice low, “and you like that, don’t you?”

A smile spread slowly across your face. You did like that. He could read you like a book, and this knowledge combined with the situation itself made your pussy give a little twinge. You could feel yourself becoming wet already.

You stepped backwards onto the rug, to give him a better view. His little demand made you miss the whole first chorus, and now the drums were beating stirringly towards the second verse. You made the most of this, looking him in the eye as you rolled your hips more suggestively this time, letting their flow bleed into your waist and torso. You raised your arms above your head slowly, arching your back so that your breasts were thrust into greater prominence.

You grinned as his eyes flicked there, just as you intended. So easy to direct.

Time to up the ante.

“We could live, For a thousand years,”

Your hands skimmed your body on the way down, cupping and rubbing across your breasts and coming to rest on your hips. Five’s lips pursed as he watched, readjusting his seated posture to spread his legs fractionally wider.

“But if I hurt you,”

Your hands came to the tie at your waist.

“I’d make wine from your tears.”

Slowly, you began to loosen the knot, Five watching hungrily. Seemingly without his knowledge, the hand not holding his drink left the bar and came to rest on his thigh.

“The shoes stay on,” he murmured.

“I told you, That we could fly” The dress undone, you held it around yourself, loose enough to give him a better view of your cleavage, but tight enough to tease. “Cause we all have wings,”

A twitch of the skirt’s hem to reveal your upper thigh. Five put his drink down.

“But some of us don't know why.”

You began to sing the chorus, but your voice petered out. Five’s longest finger was in motion, stroking softly up and down his inner thigh. In another situation, it might have been an innocent fidget, but not in this one.

While you hadn’t expected this, exactly, you had anticipated Five wanting to see you in your underwear before his birthday was out, so you’d chosen lingerie: black lace bra and panties and, for good measure, stockings with a suspender belt.

You dropped the dress.

“Mm,” he said, softly.

You gyrated to the music, closing in on him and running your hands down his chest. His hands reached out for your hips, but you moved them away.

“Wait. Don’t touch yet.”

He nodded, both hands moving to his knees. You bent from the waist, fingers continuing their journey: skimming past his waist, stomach and down both his thighs. He ogled your breasts, this angle making them seem extra full, cupped perfectly by the bra. He had to control an almost-overwhelming impulse to rub his thumbs over your nipples, poking prominently behind the delicate lace.

You heard his controlled, huffed out exhale and smirked.

When you straightened back up, his eyes were back on yours.

“Can I touch myself?”

His voice was low, gravelly.

“Only because it’s your birthday,” you said, grinning and stirring your hips with honey-smoothness.

His hand immediately cupped himself through his pants, his thumb stroking lazily up and down his shaft. So far, the fabric had hidden the significant bulge between his legs, but as his palm flattened it around him, you could see it, the manhood swollen and heavy in his hand.

You revolved on the ball of one foot, still moving your hips in that syrupy way. You sat softly on his lap, grinding your ass into him where he was hard.

“Oh shit, that’s just not fair,” he groaned, both arms returning to the bar, “how am I supposed to not touch you now?”

You chucked as you rubbed yourself sinfully against him, glorying in his tight breaths; his gentle shifting beneath you as he tried to increase the friction. With the song having ended a minute or so ago, the only sound was his sighs and the slight creak of the barstool.

When you noticed his knuckles turning white, gripping the ledge of the bar, you thought he’d had enough.

“You can touch me now,” you said.

His hands immediately came to your hips and firmly slid you off his lap.

“Get on your knees,” he growled, with a glimpse of teeth visible beneath the curve of his upper lip, “blow me.”

You moved to obey, but not fast enough, he used his grip on your hips to urge you faster, turning you towards him before grabbing your shoulders and push-pulling you down towards his crotch.

Your knees hit the plush pile of the rug and you looked up at him as he feverishly unfastened his belt, parted his flies and pulled his cock unceremoniously from his underwear. It was thick, stiff and a deep, fierce red at the tip.

“I’m in charge now, okay?” he said, barely moving his lips.

“Yes sir.” you replied, the epithet half in jest and half not.

At this confirmation, his right hand laced itself in your hair immediately, reinforcing the message. In his left hand, he held his cock by the base and, angling your face towards it, he let it drop so that it lay obscenely across your face. The soft impact of his weight brought a sting of pleasure to your core, radiating outwards from your pussy. You could feel your own wetness collecting against the lace of the panties.

“Put out your tongue.”

His voice was still deeper than usual. If you didn’t know better, you might have thought he sounded angry.

You did as you were told. Taking himself back in hand, he slapped himself into your tongue, wetting his tip liberally with saliva and enjoying the view.

He let out a growling breath as he directed himself slowly into your waiting mouth, sliding across a slick tongue until your nose met his neat curls. This was the best part, he thought, the first time he was wholly inside you. The feeling was something like sinking into a perfectly warm bath, cock first.

“That’s it,” he whispered, still in that gruff tone, “that’s it angel. Go nice and slow.”

His grip loosened on your hair, signaling for you to take over.

He was hard and hot in your mouth, his skin silky against your lips.

You looked up at him, watching as expressions passed across his handsome face, changing and morphing from one to the other as the sensations took over him: smug satisfaction became ecstasy and ecstasy became mild amusement as the movements of your mouth kept him on his toes with unexpected spikes of pleasure. As you drew your head back, your lipstick stained his skin, leaving a colored smear all the way up his shaft.

He looked down at this, mouth agape; wide-pupiled eyes shaded by his thick, dark lashes. Amusement was gone now, replaced by nothing short of incredulity.

“My God,” he whispered.

Your lips formed a seal around his head, to hold him in your mouth as you licked eagerly at his tip: something that always made him weak at the knees. Tonight was no exception: his grip on your hair tightened again and he made an abrupt, pained noise, as if he’d just been struck by an enemy rather than pleasured by his lover.

As his neck arched and he looked straight at the ceiling, he rocked forwards on the barstool, getting his cock as deep as you could take it.

“Ah shiiit,” he called out, the words almost an inarticulate sound.

Encouraged by this, you tried to swirl your tongue again, but his shaft pinned your tongue down. Instead, you bobbed your head, swallowing his cock again and again, letting your lips stroke him as they dragged and plumped with his passage between them.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, as he tried to stop himself thrusting against the barrier of your throat, “just incredible, baby. I’m so…I’m nearly there.”

One of your hands came to his, still rooted in your hair, and gripped it. You guided his hand to push and pull at your head, inviting him to control its movement and take his own pleasure.

He made a low grinding sound in his throat as took you up on your unspoken offer. He held your head more firmly in his hands and stroked himself with your face, slowly pushing you down and bottoming out in you and then, just as slowly withdrawing with hissing breaths. Every time, with intense self-control you could sense in the set of his grip, he stopped just short of your throat.

As he continued to use your face this way, you could feel his fingers tightening and loosening spasmodically. Hiis movements were becoming more erratic, his breathing ever more shrill and gasp-like.

Amd then he moaned, tensed, and froze.

He turned his face back to you and drew your gaze to his. He began to tremble. His eyes were hazy, strung out.

“You want to swallow it?”

By way of answer, you sucked his cock again, resuming at the same tempo he’d been at before he stopped.

“Oh fuck!” he barked.

Again, his pelvis was thrusting messily into you, incapable of the finesse needed to avoid occasionally butting up against your throat. Your eyes watered, your larynx constricted, but you held out, (it was his birthday, after all).

Your tolerance wasn’t tested long. With a shout, his pleasure burst its bounds inside your mouth, painting your tongue with the evidence of his orgasm: thick, salty and potent. He held your head to his crotch as if letting go might mean death. His shrill breath hitched as his cock throbbed with pump after desperate pump deep into your throat-

The sound of the door and rowdy voices.

Five, preoccupied as he was, didn’t immediately register this, so you thumped your fist on the outside of this thigh. This brought him back to the here and now and, instinctively, he blinked, dragging you with him by the hold he had on your head.

You emerged, dizzily, behind the bar, shielded from the eyes of his siblings, newly arrived home. Still coming, Five let your head go.

“Shit, your dress,” he muttered, distractedly, leaning against the polished wood and wriggling tensely.

His hands went urgently to his waistband to cover his dick, still shooting out thick but waning splashes of come, but he found your head still resolutely in the way.

“What are you-? Oh shit,” he whispered.

Unbelievably, you were still sucking him off, still swallowing his seed even as his siblings were saying their goodnights in the atrium. He closed his eyes and shuddered, keeping his moans in with difficulty as you diligently ensured that every last moment of his orgasm was earth-shattering, even at the risk of being caught this way.

“God, you’re such a freak,” he whispered, as your tongue swiped at the final drops of come beading at the end of his dick.

“Thanks for noticing,” you said, giving him one of his own, self-satisfied little smirks, “Happy birthday.”

You kissed his tip one final time.

Five shook his head, unable to believe his luck, but he couldn’t bask in the afterglow.

Hurriedly, he made himself decent and blinked back around the bar, leaving you to crouch behind it alone.

“Hey Five. You’re still up?”

Luther’s voice. His footsteps were approaching the living room.

“Just off to bed actually,” you heard Five reply, slightly out of breath. At that moment, your dress landed just in front of you, flung over the top of the bar by Five. You reached for it and scrambled to put it on.

“Oh okay,” came Luther’s voice again, slightly disappointed and closer now, “I was gonna have one more drink if you-”

“Um, no!” said Five, stepping between Luther and the bar. I got some margarita left. Let me pour you one.”

“Huh,” Luther sounded pleasantly surprised at this obligingness, “thanks Five.”

Fully dressed now, you straightened up, smoothing your tangled hair and holding a bar towel.

“Oh, hey,” Luther said, sounding even more surprised now, “I didn’t see you there.”

“That’s because I’ve been on my knees for so long.” you said.

This made Five’s head whip around to stare at you. If looks could kill…

“I’ve been cleaning up,” you said, looking directly at Five now and smiling sweetly, “I spilled some tequila.”

“Oh, right,” Luther said, unconcerned and totally unsuspicious.

Five’s lips pursed. Clearly, he intended to deal with you when you got upstairs to bed.

…And you’d make sure you held him to that.

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skyloftian-nutcase · 6 months

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@kikker-oma Have a little hurt/comfort/fluff(ish) Healthcare snippet to help you get through being sick. I hope you feel better soon! ❤️ (@hermitdrabbles56 come get your healthcare au soup 😂👍🏻)

Legend wasn’t the best at emotional support and care, and he’d be he first one to admit it. But he also knew when to recognize that a situation was rough and when someone would probably need help through it. The matter was what was he supposed to do.

When Hyrule walked briskly into the emergency department, blood trailing up his arms and seeping into parts of his clothes, hair a frizzy mess, Mo equally disheveled, and a firefighter Legend didn’t know at his side… he knew it was bad. He’d known it was bad based on the incoming report.

The trauma room had been packed, as it always was for alpha alerts. Voices layered over each other as they worked to transfer the patient to the bed from the stretcher. Machines beeped as devices were unhooked and reattached. The emergency attending called for silence so Hyrule could give his report.

“Unknown age male, approximately in his 20s, found down on a back road. He’s been unresponsive for us the entire time. He’s got a ton of bleeding from the back of his head and it feels depressed in the back, unequal and soft, likely has a skull fracture. Pupils unequal, right side larger than the left, but both reactive. No step off or anything palpating c-spine, flail chest with deformity on the left side, large laceration on the left arm that we’ve got wrapped, and just road rash all over. We don’t know if it was a hit and run or what the deal was. He was originally 88/50, and tachycardic in the 130s, SpO2 in the 80s. We intubated him with a 7.0, it’s 20… something—um, 22 at the teeth. Lots of blood in the airway that we are clearing out. He’s got two bilateral 16G IVs, we gave him 1.5L normal saline, he’s gotten TXA as well. His BP improved to 108/74, was the last one we got. He’s been sating in the 90s since we got the tube in. I don’t have a medical history or anything, no witnesses to what happened.”

As soon as Hyrule had finished, other providers were calling out findings. Legend noted out loud when vitals were dropping again. The emergency nurse glanced at Hyrule as he walked away and saw the medic belatedly realize just how much blood he’d gotten on himself. Mo was already washing his own hands at the nearest sink.

He barely had time to even consider saying anything to the kid, but he certainly didn’t have time to talk to him right now. So he made a note for later as Time talked to the emergency physician and they prepared to go to CT.

Hours later, Legend sat down in the locker room, exhausted, and grabbed his phone.

Hey Rulie, wanna hang out?

He didn’t know Mo that well, but he knew Hyrule. He knew that medic didn’t really hang out with anyone who he didn’t know from work, which meant his circle of friends—though expanding since they’d recently met some new people—was fairly limited. And he’d never heard of the teenager mention family. Four was working a day shift today, Time was still in surgery, and Warriors was coming in to work today as well. Wind was in school, and Wild was out sick with Twilight holding him hostage so he rested. Legend didn’t know what Sky was doing—he disappeared off the face of the planet sometimes, it was a little disconcerting—so he couldn’t rely on him. Which was unfortunate because Sky (and Twilight, Legend was discovering) was fairly emotionally supportive.

Which meant it was up to him.

I’m not built for this, he grumbled in his head, but his worry for his friend far outweighed any awkwardness and anxiety on the matter.

When he didn’t get an immediate reply, he started wondering if Hyrule had just gone home and gone to sleep. A part of him was relieved and a part still worried. By the time he got to his car, though, a text popped up on his screen.

Hang out? Didn’t you just get off work?

So he was awake. Legend’s fingers moved quickly. I mean we don’t have to now but like in general. Later today?

Sure

Perfect. This was going to be fine. Yeah. Legend could offer support. He could, thank you very much.

Six hours later, he groaned as his alarm went off, and his confidence and concern on the matter were far lower than earlier.

Maybe we can hang out tomorrow, he thought as an exhaustion headache thrummed against his skull. But when he grabbed his phone, Hyrule had already texted him.

I was thinking we could go hiking! There’s a trail where we can watch the sunset.

Ah. Well, now he was committed and his friend was excited. He definitely wasn’t delaying this.

Except it was butt cold outside, he discovered to his dismay as he wrapped himself in several layers of jackets.

Be a supportive friend, yeah, it would be great, terrific, wonderful, WHY IS THE WIND BLOWING IT’S COLD ENOUGH—

Legend nearly scampered to the safety of his car, the bitter wind held at bay, and then yelled at how frozen the seats felt. “Damn it all, why is—what the hell made Hyrule think today was a good day to hike?!”

After too short a time to warm the car up, he finally met Hyrule at the designated spot at the edge of town.

“Why the hell are you biking here?” He exclaimed as he rolled his window down. Hyrule, cheeks flushed and smile bright, jogged over and slid into the car from where he’d locked his bike at a post. “It’s eighty thousand degrees below zero out there!”

Hyrule sniffled with a chuckle. “It’s not that bad. Was your last travel assignment at a beach or something?”

“No, it was somewhere where people didn’t hike just as winter’s moving in,” Legend fired back irritably before remembering he was supposed to be helping right now.

Well, you know what, being here is helping. So there.

He needed to drink more of his energy drink.

Legend’s next great discovery was that the hiking trail in question was blessedly short, much to his relief, but made up for its lack of mileage in a steep gradient that was fairly equivalent to rock climbing.

“You said hiking, not mountaineering,” he noted as he crawled on all fours to get over some rocks on the trail.

“Don’t worry, this means we’re almost at the top!”

Hyrule was correct in his assessment, allowing Legend to finally catch his breath and to freeze in place at the view.

The valley was littered with color, duller now that winter was beginning its long hold on the land, but notable nonetheless. Browns, oranges, yellows, reds, greens all intermingled like paint mixed on a canvas, contrasted against an autumn blue sky, which was slowly staining gold and crimson with the oncoming descent of the sun.

“It’s nice, right?” Hyrule prompted as he glanced at his friend.

“Yeah,” Legend had to agree quietly. Then he remembered his purpose for this outing and felt his stomach twist. “So I got blankets and food and stuff, let’s sit down and chill.”

Hyrule cheerily agreed, and the pair settled with their feet hanging over the rocky edge of the mountain. The wind was still stupidly cold, but now Legend had blankets wrapped around him, and he was already warmed up from the exertion.

“Hey, so…”—great heavens above he sucked at this—“Um. About that call last night. You… uh, you wanna talk about it?”

“What was the verdict?” Hyrule asked. “He still alive?”

“He was when I left, though I doubt it’ll last. Massive head bleed and skull fragments in the brain. Anything he could break was broken in some way or another.”

Hyrule hummed. “Figured.”

“They found out how it happened, though,” Legend noted.

“Was it a hit and run?”

“Nope. Alcohol in his system, dude was having an argument with whoever was driving, they were going 55mph and this guy decided he was going to end the argument but stepping out of the vehicle while it was going that fast.”

Hyrule stared. “He… did that to himself? And not SI, just like straight up—wow. We sure there weren’t drugs involved too?”

“Tox screen was negative for everything except EtOH.”

Hyrule huffed, leaning back and looking out again. “Wow.”

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Legend muttered, glaring at the scenery. The careless idiocy of the maneuver still got under his skin. They’d all worked damn hard to keep that moron alive.

And that’s what he was. A moron. Because life was precious and he’d literally tossed his out the window because of poor choices.

And now they had to pick up the pieces.

“So… you good?” Legend glanced hesitantly to his right. “I mean… that was a lot. Even in the hospital. I can’t imagine being the one scraping him off the pavement.”

Hyrule chuckled nervously now, shifting in place. “I mean, it was… a mess but yeah. I’m ok.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah.”

“Great.”

The wind blew again, and Legend didn’t feel it, turning sharply to face his friend. “Okay but most people aren’t okay after that.”

Hyrule scrunched his nose. “Are you okay?”

“This isn’t about me!”

“You seem like you’re not okay.”

“Rulie for the love of G—”

“Hey, you said to Sky you wouldn’t swear like that.”

“Fine, for the love of all things holy, you can just not be okay with me!” Legend continued, waving his arm in a frustrated manner. Because he was frustrated, he was tired of everyone having to be okay with what they saw and dealt with, he was tired of the taboo behind being hurt and affected.

He wasn’t that affected by it, but people usually were!

“You want… me to be not okay with you…?” Hyrule repeated, clearly confused.

Damn it all he sucked at this.

Legend took a steadying breath, rubbing his face. “I want. You. To be okay. With not being okay. That call freaking sucked.”

Hyrule was silent for a long time after that, and Legend was again wondering why he’d thought any of this was a good idea. He took a swig out of his energy drink and looked away awkwardly.

“Do you ever wonder if it’s worth it?”

Legend glanced over at his friend to see him staring out at the valley below, eyes distant, shoulders slumped. The nurse sat up straighter, choosing his words carefully. “If what’s worth it?”

“All the effort we put into it. Like… we all knew that guy wasn’t going to make it.”

“He… might…” Legend lied helplessly.

Hyrule continued to look at the scenery before huffing and smiling. He closed his eyes, bowing his hand and leaning forward with his hands on his knees.

Legend reached out hesitantly, settling a hand on the teenager’s shoulder. Hyrule let out a shuddering sigh, and Legend squeezed his hand in support.

“It’s always worth it for the chance that they do,” Hyrule said softly. “But yeah… that call sucked.”

Legend bit his lip and nodded, offering silent support as the two huddled close against the wind. No more words were exchanged for the hour that they stayed there. No words were needed. But when Legend finally felt too frozen solid to sit there any longer, the gentle peace was finally broken.

“Okay, now you get to carry me down because my knees aren’t tolerating that rock climbing shit.”

Hyrule laughed, bubbly and joyful and free, face more radiant than the sunset, and Legend smiled.

They’d be alright.

#This is more hurt/comfort than fluff I suppose #But you know what comfort is fluff too #so it counts dang it #lu in healthcare #writing #Legend is rough around the edges but he means well ❤️#Hyrule doesn’t know how to be vulnerable with others but he’s trying ❤️#I love them #lu legend #lu hyrule #I’m sorry if my fluff and hurt/comfort is speckled with something people might find traumatic #It’s kind of just the nature of the work

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xstarkillerx · 8 months

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you told me that you often want to be in my inbox with “real shit to say” bcos you’d just go to our discord chat instead. and i didn’t realize that i actually identity with it as well. i’m here with “real shit to say”

sex and love and drama addicted anakin skywalker would be turned on by the process of artificial insemination.

it shocks you. not because you’re a stranger to such a standard medical procedure, but because of how starkly contrasted it compares to his usual desires. it’s impersonal. would he not prefer making a baby the way he knows how? fucking it into you?

he moistens his lips and tells you the darker facets of why it agrees with him. how you don’t know what you’re getting when you subject yourself to the procedure. a complete stranger’s sperm being used on your perfect and untainted body in order to create life. who knows if they even gave you the semen of the donor you picked? what if a cruel doctor saw it fit to choose for you? that’s what he would do- in the shoes of a doctor. he’d decide none of these options were good enough for you and cum into a vial himself. fertilize you, completely without your knowing.

BUGGYYYYY!!!!!!! HIHIHIHI hello, hi hellooooo. You said Real shit and by fucking god you meant real shit.

First of all, I love how much this breaks out of what we tyically establish for anakin, because you're right it's impersonal, it's clinical, it's clean, it's everything the he considers completely un-erotic. But, you know our motto, "the question is never 'would anakin do this?' the question is 'how would he do this?'" So, let's talk about it!

cw ahead for: medkink, dubcon fantasy, noncon fantasy, impregnation kink

Honest to god, I feel this this would stem from his own personal mistrust of human medical professionals. Anakin does not like to be vulnerable, so if he's injured and in someone's care he just always prefers medical droids, he trusts them so much more because (for the most part, sans Artoo) they have no will to impose on other people's vulnerable, injured bodies. But then that gets him thinking about... vulnerability, and how much he likes seeing you be vulnerable. I like to think he tried imagining about some faceless doctor doing it and it left a bad taste in his mouth. He hates the idea of them feeling entitlement over your body like that, but him?

It's a rare thing for anakin to step out of his own shoes in fantasy, never really a stickler for day dreaming in that way, not since he was a kid, but he imagines himself as a doctor. He's masked, gloved, standing at the foot of your medical table, half hard at the sight of you in stirrups alone. He thinks about teasing his gloved fingers along your opening, probably cool and dry from being exposed like this. The way you'd jump if you werent expecting it, how you'd squeak the way you do when you're caught off guard.

"It's standard proceedure to elicit lubrication before inserting the apparatus, page 3 of the package you signed," he says. It isn't on page 3 at all, there's a tube of lube meant to go directly on the insemination device on the counter, just out of your eyeshot.

"Right, right sorry. I'm just a bit nervous," you settle back into your position.

He does decently to hide the way his breath is thin and high in his chest with arousal. when he speaks. "That's quite alright, no need to apologize." Stupid, he thinks. Stupid, girl, did you even bother to read the forms? it says nothing of the sort, you're so lucky it's him in this room with you and not some stranger who could be a lot meaner about this than he is.

He eases his finger in, god you're tight. The gloves must feel strange inside you, he doesn't miss the way you try not to squirm. You get wet easily enough, he has half a mind not to call you a slut and roughen up his pace for it. Sticking the apparatus inside you is... maker, he never thought he could get so hard. I can't tell you what it looks like in the SW universe, chrome, sleek smooth, in-fucking-human; watching it slide in goes straight to his dick. When it's deep enough there's gentle whir from the aparatus as it empties his cum inside you. He wishes it were messier, wishes you were gushing with it, who gives a fuck about efficiency if enough of his cum is being stuffed inside you to leak out of your hole. But those are impatient thoughts, the technology will do it's job, he trusts that. Soon enough, he'll get to watch you ache and swell.

This was so much fun, I've never writen med kink before! I'm gonna be so honest, appologies if there are any discrepansies with my literary usage of.. uh.. tenses. I wanted to get this idea down before I lost it. But yeah, thanks buggy!

#donnie does 👑#anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #tw medkink #tw medical kink #tw dubcon #tw noncon

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goldribboncottage · 5 months

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Hazel Callahan Fanfiction Part 3!

Parts 1 and 2 are on my page. Again disclaimer that I don’t really use tumblr or understand it so my formatting is probably not great. Hazel’s POV of the bar!!

I woke up exhausted. Y/N kept me up all night. She was still sleeping, so I got up from the chair in her room and went to mine through the jack and hill style bathroom.

It was still weird to me to have this room be occupied, and have Y/N’s stuff all over the bathroom. A lot of it I didn’t recognize. Serums, hair care, and crystal tools that looked like torture devices. I knew from Isabel that one was a gua sha, but I didn’t know what the other one was. I had to be basically forced out of using suave kids 2-in-1 by her and Brittany after we made friends in high school.

I lay on my bed and stared at the stars on the ceiling. Y/N was all I could think about. She was just so different from what I expected. When I was growing up my nanny was older than my grandma. I assumed when my mom hired a nanny it would be a Nanny McPhee type old lady. Last night proved she was anything but.

…

We met at the door at 8, I was a little early because it didn’t take me long to get ready, but I could hear Y/N through the bathroom door fussing with her hair or makeup or something. I just threw on my favorite sweater and some vintage pants I thrifted. Whatever she was doing in the bathroom was worth it. She practically floated down the staircase like a glowy femme dream.

“Ready ready?” She smiles.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I opened the door and gestured her through “It’s so weird driving again. On campus I just walk everywhere.”

“Oh! I can drive! I have a car as part of my contract. It’s the same kind your mom has.” She turns around to grab her keys but I grabbed her hand to stop her.

“I said I’d drive. Cmon” I opened the door to my car for her. It seemed like the nice thing to do.

“Thank you”

I didn’t know what to do, whether she wanted to talk or not. So I put a random playlist on shuffle and started driving. She really did look amazing. I tried to be a gentleman, but when she sat down her skirt rode up and revealed more of her thigh. She also had some sort of sparkle on her eyes that made them shimmer with the streetlights.

We pulled up to Bottoms and Y/N nearly jumped out of the car.

“I’m so excited! Your little sisters really can scream. I can handle a lot but they were not exactly angels this week.”

“Sorry to hear that. I’m sure you’re doing a great job though. They seem happy, I guess. Maybe they were just gassy” I felt myself tripping over my words. I don’t know how to talk about babies, especially babies I couldn’t bear the existence of.

“It’s okay! I’m really glad we’re all hanging out tonight. I’ll buy you a shirley temple to make up for yelling at you in your own home” Y/N winks and enters, immediately finding the group at our usual table. Everyone looks happy to see us. I gravitate more towards PJ and Josie and Y/N immediately went to the bar with Brittany and Isabel.

“So any stories about your hot nanny? Catch her in the shower yet?” PJ eggs me on.

“No. We haven’t really talked much yet. I don’t know what her deal is.”

I had been dancing with everyone for what felt like hours when Y/N left to get another drink. I felt her absence but wanted to keep dancing.

I saw her and PJ talking, getting really close to each other. I looked away quickly, not wanting to spy on them.

Y/N rejoins the dance floor and is magnetic. Her face lights up green blue and sparkly. Her smile takes up her whole face. Before I knew it she grabbed my hand and I was in shock. She dropped it, which broke my heart a little. I reattached to her and showed her how to do the moves I was doing. We had a great time dancing, getting closer and closer the more time went on.

I could feel her body heat. The texture of her shirt in my hands. I pressed closer and felt the curve of her waist. I wanted to be closer, but I knew she had at least 7 drinks tonight. I was completely sober. I heard the first notes of a popular song mixed with Y/N screaming.

“Oh my GOD this is MY SONG!” She twirled away from me and I reluctantly let go of her hand.

The next thing I knew she was standing on the bar top, microphone in hand, belting out the lyrics to “her song” with Brittany. I had never seen someone so confident. It was intimidating. She was so sure of herself and comfortable in her own skin. Her and Brittany broke out into a choreographed dance at the chorus, hanging onto each other and shaking their hips. It was moments like these I felt no better than a man. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

After their karaoke session ended, Brittany and Y/N tried to get safely off the bar. I ran over to help them like the little lesbian I am. Brittany was taller than Y/N so it was easy for her to jump off. Y/N seemed perplexed at how she was supposed to get down.

“Here, take my hand and you can slide off. I’ve got you.”

Our eyes meet and she looks confused. She leans in, and I’m starstuck. I wait for something to happen. She’s so close to me. She pulls my face in closer. Her lips meet my ears in a whisper “I’m scared of heights” she looks back at me with sad puppy eyes, then starts giggling.

“Y/N. Your feet are a foot off the ground. I will be right in front of you the-“ I’m knocked over by Y/N throwing herself at me.

We lay in a heap on the sticky bar floor, Y/N laughing as Josie and Isabel try to help her up. I grab onto PJ who pulls me up.

“Hazel, take her home.” She says to me.

“Yeah, got it” I go to Y/N who wraps me in a hug and whispers to me again.

“You saved me! Like Rapunzel! No. Like the guy. The handsome little knight.”

“Yeah, like a knight. We’re gonna go home now okay?” I tell her, guiding her outside as we say our goodbyes.

I get her into the passenger seat and try to make my way to the drivers side. Y/N grabs my hand once again. “Hazel you’re like a knight! Like a knight saving me! That’s so cute. I’m the princess, obviously.”

We get home and I end up carrying Y/N’s heels inside for her.

“Hazel, shush! My babies are SLEEPING!” She whips around to me as I close the door.

“I know Y/N. Babies sleeping. Now let’s get you sleeping. I’m going to get you some water. Can you go to your room? I’ll be right there.” I lead her to the staircase and she starts walking up.

When I got to her room, her clothes from the club were strewn all over the floor and she was tucked into bed wearing a matching pajama set.

“Hazel?” her voice searches for me.

“Yeah, I’m right here” I give her water and crouch down by her bedside. “Do you need anything?”

“Hazel I am drunk I think. Are you taking care of me?” She giggles and sips her water. Messy makeup looks good on her.

“Yes, I’m taking care of you. I drove you home and now you are going to go to sleep. I’m going to go back to my room, okay?” I pat her head and get up to leave.

“No.” I barely hear her plead. “Stay with me. Stay here”

“Okay Y/N. I’ll stay right here. I’m just gonna get ready for bed and I’ll come back. I’ll leave both doors open so you can see. Okay? Right back”

I tucked into her armchair and fell asleep, wondering what to make of this girl.

#bottoms movie #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz

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ohmyamor · 9 months

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grand theft autumn (where is your boy tonight?) | P.SH

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader

Summary: New towns often mean new beginnings. But for Seonghwa, he’s determined to hate his new home until the end of time. Until you come along.

w.c.: 3.8k

warnings: humor, some fluff, cursing, angst

author’s note: I’ve never really written super angsty stuff so this was a little experiment I took on to challenge myself a bit! please feel free to leave feedback of any kind and I hope you all enjoy~

where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman/maybe he won’t find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town

Park Seonghwa is seven years old when he decides he hates his parents.

Not literally, but he’s mad enough to pout in the backseat of their little family sedan the entire eight-hour drive it takes to relocate their family from their old home to the middle of nowhere.

Again, not quite the middle of nowhere, but if seven-year-old Park Seonghwa is anything, it’s dramatic.

The day his parents had sat him down at their dining table and told him they would be moving was one of the worst days of his life.

That Saturday had been unlike any other. With both of his parents working full-time, Seonghwa was often left to his own devices. But this particular day, both of his parents had taken the day off. They took him everywhere he wanted, including the county fair that he had been begging to go to for weeks. They even bought him the Lego Star Wars set he had been wanting, but his parents deemed ‘too expensive’.

Seonghwa had often wondered to himself what the point of working all the time was if his parents never had any money.

After a busy day of doing nothing but things he wanted to do, Seonghwa was on cloud nine. Nothing could change his mind that this was the best day ever.

Until suddenly it wasn’t.

Packing had been a blur.

His parents had encouraged him to make piles of toys and clothes that he no longer wanted and would donate, claiming that the objects would make other little kids very, very happy. Seonghwa conceded, but not without a few tears.

After packing their belongings into a few boxes, his parents ushered everyone into the car and next thing he knew, Seonghwa was watching his childhood home grow smaller and smaller through the rearview mirror.

When they finally arrived to their new home, Seonghwa refused to get out of the car. He sat stubbornly in the backseat, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. His mom tried encouraging him to get out, telling him about how big his new room would be while his dad just sighed and stepped out of the car.

It wasn’t until both of his parents were out of the car and inside the new house that Seonghwa began to get a little freaked out by the unknown and hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, bolting out of the car and into the new house.

As he sat in his new room that was empty and dusty and he’s pretty sure had homed a small family of roaches, Seonghwa vowed to always hate this new town.

Park Seonghwa is nine years old when a new girl arrives in his class.

Up until this point in his short life, Seonghwa would say he’s done a fairly good job at keeping his promise. His school is small and not many kids attempted to befriend him when he started. The teachers are old and don’t really care about anything other than making it through the day with their sanity still in tact. His mom found a job that allowed her to stay home most days of the week, but she was always more preoccupied with talking to the other moms in the neighborhood, while his dad continues to work all the time.

Although it was lonely at first, Seonghwa is resourceful, if anything. He knows how to keep himself entertained and he’s grown to appreciate the solitude, even as a nine-year-old.

It’s the beginning of the school day when his teacher stands up to make an announcement. Which will be difficult considering all the students are practically screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Class, please quiet down.”

Seonghwa pities the woman.

“Today, we have a new classmate joining us!” A small girl with short hair and choppy bangs stands next to the teacher, fumbling with her lunchbag.

“This is (Y/n) and I hope that everyone here does their best to make her feel welcome.” The teacher looks down at the girl and sends her a small smile.

“Go ahead and take a seat next to Seonghwa, sweetie. Seonghwa, raise your hand please!”

Seonghwa raises his hand and watches alongside the entire class as the new girl makes her way awkwardly down the aisle to her new seat.

Once she sits down, the teacher claps her hands and tells the class to take out their things so they can begin the lesson. Seonghwa says nothing to the new girl who now occupies what used to be his backpack’s seat.

It isn’t until the girl takes out a sparkly purple pencil alongside a Darth Vader eraser that Seonghwa says something.

“I like your eraser,” he whispers.

The girl looks at him through the corner of her eyes.

“Thanks.”

Park Seonghwa is twelve years old when he realizes how annoying people can be.

After your initial introduction in elementary school, Seonghwa had invited you to play with him at recess and lunch. After all, anyone who liked Star Wars was obviously a good choice of friend.

From then on, you and Seonghwa had become inseparable. Wherever Seonghwa went, (Y/n) followed, and wherever (Y/n) went, Seonghwa followed.

And although starting middle school was terrifying, Seonghwa found it easier with someone by his side. He had been a little worried that starting middle school would mean he would lose his best friend, but (Y/n)’s angry face and the way she slapped his arm and called him stupid when he voiced these feelings reassured him he had nothing to worry about.

Seonghwa had grown a little bit, so had (Y/n), and they had found new friends, but no one could ever replace the role they had in each other’s lives.

He’s sitting with some of the other boys in his class working on a science worksheet when a loud “PSSST” breaks his concentration. Seonghwa looks up, mildly annoyed.

“What?” he whispers.

The three boys that sit at his table grin.

“Is it true you and (Y/n) are dating?”

Seonghwa startles, dropping his pencil on the floor and, in an attempt to pick it up, knocks over his water bottle. The entire class stares at him and Seonghwa feels his neck and ears burn.

“What?”

One of the boys rolls his eyes.

“You guys are like, always hanging out together. Obviously you two have to be dating.”

Seonghwa makes a face.

“We’re just friends,” he replies, looking back down at his worksheet.

“uh-huh,” the boys say sarcastically.

“Besides,” Seonghwa continues. “Girls are gross. Why would I want to date one?”

Later that evening, when Seonghwa retells this story to you as you both sit on the grass in his backyard, he honestly should have expected the hard slap you deliver to his shoulder.

“Girls are not gross!” You shouted. “If anything, boys are gross AND stupid.”

You stick your tongue out at him and Seonghwa laughs.

As you two lay down watching the sun fade away and the moon takes its place, Seonghwa decides maybe he won’t always hate this town.

Park Seonghwa is fourteen when he has his first kiss.

Technically speaking, it’s both of your guys’ first kiss.

The two of you were older now, both in high school and simultaneously incredibly far away and way too close to being adults.

Seonghwa sits at your desk, working on his history essay while you lay across your bed groaning over something. You had been talking about something, but most of it had gone straight into one of Seonghwa’s ears and out the other. Not that he didn’t care about your problems, but at the current moment, he kind of didn’t care.

“So will you help me?” Your voice breaks his concentration.

“Huh?” Seonghwa doesn’t look away from his paper nor does he stop writing.

“Will you teach me how to kiss someone?”

Seonghwa’s heart jumps and now there’s a dark blue line running across half of his paper.

He turns around slowly and wide-eyed. You’re sitting cross-legged and staring at him expectantly.

Seonghwa says nothing.

You sigh and look away, mumbling a “nevermind” under your breath.

“Wait, no, I’m just-” Seonghwa stumbles over his words. “I’m just-confused? How do you want me to help? Why do you want me to help?”

He stares at you as you look down and fiddle with your hands. Seonghwa’s known you for long enough to recognize your fidgeting as nervousness and discomfort.

The thought of you being uncomfortable around him makes him frown.

You whisper something and Seonghwa leans forward to try and catch what you’re saying.

“Dude I can’t hear you-”

“I want you to be my first kiss!” You shout.

Seonghwa thinks he hears the windows error sound.

Apparently his silence freaks you out even further because you continue to talk, rushing and stumbling over every other word.

“It’s just, like, embarrassing, yaknow? Everyone else has had their first kiss, and I mean we’re in high school and I haven’t had mine yet and my friends keep asking me and I know they’re going to tease me when I tell them and I just don’t really want my first kiss to be with someone random which is why I figured I would ask you because you’re my best friend and I trust you but I also don’t want to make things weird so if you don’t want to that’s fine I just thought I would ask.”

“I’ll do it.”

Seonghwa wants to throw himself out of your window.

“You will?”

You look at him with such happiness in your eyes that Seonghwa knows he can’t back out now.

He nods.

“Thank you!” you beam at him before scooting over and patting the empty space on your bed.

“W-wait, like, right now?” Seonghwa stutters.

You shrug.

Seonghwa lets out a small “okay” before getting up from the desk chair. He’s sat on your bed a million times before, but now, it feels like the distance between the chair and your bed is a million miles long. Seonghwa’s suddenly very aware of everything as he awkwardly makes his way over to you. His legs feel too wobbly, his heart is pounding and his hands are sweaty.

He finally sits down next to you, but refuses to make eye contact.

“We can’t do this if you don’t look at me,” you remark dryly.

“Right,” Seonghwa clears his throat.

He turns to face you and now he’s even more hyper-aware of all the sounds and smells in the room.

Have you always had a mole next to your nose?

“Just so you know, I haven’t kissed anyone either,” Seonghwa blurts out when you close your eyes.

He watches as you open them and meet his eyes and shrug.

“I mean, I don’t care, that’s the whole point of this, right? Practice?”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Unless you wanted to wait for someone special, then we don’t have to do this-”

Seonghwa’s head shaking cuts you off.

“No, I wasn’t waiting for anything. I just wanted you to know that I don’t know what I’m doing either.”

The smile you send Seonghwa makes his stomach feel weird.

At age fourteen Seonghwa has his first kiss-with you, his best friend.

It’s clumsy and awkward and the two of you hit your noses more than you would like to admit, but something about it makes Seonghwa feel happy.

Content.

Park Seonghwa is sixteen when he admits he’s in love with you.

After that night in your bedroom, after a few too many times of the two of you awkwardly bumping noses or teeth or turning your head the wrong way, there was an unspoken agreement to not talk about it. Seonghwa believed it was because you were embarrassed. Maybe he was a bad kisser or maybe his breath smelled bad or maybe you thought kissing him was a mistake. Or maybe, just maybe, it didn’t mean anything other than just that.

Practice.

But that thought hurt the most.

See, because while to you it might not have meant anything, just a way to ensure you would never have to undergo the embarrassment of admitting you had never kissed anyone before, it had meant everything to Seonghwa.

After Seonghwa had gone home that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about you.

It had been five years since he met you and all it took was one kiss to flip his entire world upside down. True to teen fashion, Seonghwa did his best to ignore these newfound feelings. How cliche, to fall in love with your best friend just because of one kiss. Like many other problems in his life, Seonghwa elected the easy way out. To ignore the problem and hope it goes away.

Except the problem, his feelings, never did.

In fact, they continued to grow and grow and grow every single time Seonghwa saw you in person (which was a lot, considering you two are best friends).

And it seems that ignoring the problem has come back to bite him in the ass as he watches you bounce around in your seat, the harsh lighting of the crappy little diner you two sat in doing nothing to compliment anyone’s features.

Seonghwa still thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, though.

“What?” he asks, eyes darting away from his chocolate milkshake to meet your eyes.

“He asked me out!” you squeal, reaching over to dip a french fry in Seonghwa’s milkshake.

He grumbles, smacking your hand away but not with any real hostility. He decided long ago he would let you dip as many fries as you wanted in his shakes, even if it meant giving up half of it.

Seonghwa stays quiet, eyes focused on the neon “open” sign that rests on the window behind your head.

“Hwa?”

He looks back at you, your head tilted slightly and eyebrows furrowed.

“Aren’t you going to say something?”

Oh.

Right.

“That’s awesome (Y/n),” Seonghwa forces a smile onto his face. It feels wrong, saying those words and forcing his face to do something when his heart wants him to do the opposite.

Seonghwa’s thoughts are filled with nothing but if only’s.

If only you didn’t share a class with that guy. If only you didn’t think he was attractive. If only you never asked him to kiss you. If only you never moved to his town. If only he had the guts to tell you he’s in love with you.

But if only’s will get him nowhere.

Seonghwa can tell you don’t believe him, especially with the blank stare you send his way.

Nonetheless, Seonghwa can’t find it in himself to try and reassure you that he’s happy for you, because he’s really not.

You don’t say anything though, you just grab another fry and dunk it in his shake before plopping it in your mouth.

“Don’t worry,” you start through your chewing. Seonghwa grimaces. “If anything happens, you’ll be the first to know and I give you full permission to beat his ass.”

You grin and Seonghwa smiles back.

Right.

The date doesn’t end up going great.

“He was nice,” you had said, “but something about him is just, off, I guess.”

Seonghwa nodded silently.

He feels slightly guilty for the way his brain and heart jump with joy over the news.

Park Seonghwa is eighteen when he realizes he has no clue what he wants to do with his life.

Unlike other kids his age, Seonghwa considers himself to have a fairly good memory. He can remember most things that have ever happened in his life, ranging from good to bad memories, which often comes in handy when he wants to write sentimental gift cards or simply press play in his brain to make a diy slideshow of every moment he’s ever shared with you.

But sometimes the memories bother him.

Seonghwa vividly remembers being seven years old and sitting in his old family car after his parents uprooted his entire life. Seonghwa remembers vowing to always hate this town that he’s called home for the past eleven years.

And despite that vow, despite that hatred he still somewhat holds in his heart for this sad, old town the two of you live in, he can’t find any reason to leave it.

By this point in the year, most students have already applied to college. Some have chosen to stay, some have chosen to go far, far away, and some decide they would rather not continue school at all, which Seonghwa thinks is fair.

Unlike those other students, Seonghwa hasn’t even decided where he wants to go. His parents and teachers continue to ask him what he wants to do, what he wants to study, and his response is the same every time.

A small shrug of his shoulders and turning his attention back to whatever he was doing prior.

The uncertainty scares him, if he’s being honest. Not knowing what he wants to do with his life and not even knowing if he’s willing to follow through with the same vow his seven-year-old self made.

Seonghwa admits all of this to you one night.

Like many other nights, the two of you lay on the grass in his backyard. He offered to get a blanket, so you wouldn’t have to lay on the wet grass, but you waved him off.

“It’s part of the experience,” you had said.

The sun has long been set, but neither of you make any attempt to move from where you lay elbow to elbow, watching the moon and the stars.

Seonghwa is slightly out of breath by the time he finishes his rant. It feels good to get that off his chest, the heavy thoughts of uncertainty and disappointment lurking in his brain and weighing him down for the past few months.

You reassure him that it’s okay that he has not even the slightest idea of what he wants to do. That school and society are stupid for forcing literal children to decide what they want to do with their lives at such a young and complicated age, and you’re sure that there’s a million other kids out there who feel the same way.

Your speech is passionate and fiery, one of the many things Seonghwa admires about you, and he can’t help but feel grateful that the universe has given him the bestest friend he could ask for.

Seonghwa smiles at you, and links your pinkies together before turning his back to stare up at the sky. It’s quiet for a few moments before he hears you speak again.

“I want to leave.”

Seonghwa turns his head to face you, but you don’t look back at him. Your head remains forward, eyes flitting around to look at the constellations above.

Neither of you say anything else.

Park Seonghwa is 19 years old when he sees you for the last time.

Graduation had come and gone, and although high school was not quite as grand as it had appeared in the movies, Seonghwa couldn’t help but be proud of you both. You survived, despite everything, and you finally made it to the end (of this chapter, at least).

Seonghwa eventually realized he couldn’t quite find it in his heart to leave this town. It was small and old and didn’t have much, but something about it had wormed it’s way into Seonghwa’s heart until he eventually admitted that parting ways might not be the best idea. For now, at least. He was satisfied with getting a job, spending some more time with his parents, and taking some courses at the local college.

Up until now, you had never mentioned your plans about the future to Seonghwa. He would never tell you this, but that night when you admitted you wanted to leave scared him. After all, you two had been as thick as thieves for the better part of your lives. What would happen if you did leave? Who would Seonghwa be without you?

But, you never mentioned your plans to leave again, and so he allowed himself to sink back into the comfort of blissful ignorance and convinced himself that that would not be a problem, and definitely not so soon.

But now, as Seonghwa stands watching as you place your final box into your car, he can feel his entire world crashing around him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you say, standing in front of him.

Seonghwa says nothing. His eyes continue to dart back and forth between your face and the car.

“Why-” Seonghwa’s voice cracks. “Why would you not tell me?”

He swallows.

“I thought we were best friends.”

He knows his words hurt, but at this moment, Seonghwa can’t really find it in himself to care about the way you flinch at his statement. Words hurt, but Seonghwa can feel his life falling apart around him.

“We were! We are.” Your eyes look at every corner of his face.

“But I need to get out of here Hwa,” your voice is soft. “It’s so suffocating, being here and seeing the same people and doing the same things.”

Seonghwa tries to ignore the way his heart pangs at your choice of words.

“I just feel like if I want to live a happy life, if I want to be grow into a person that I’m going to be proud of, then I need to leave. I need to experience other things and meet new people.”

You reach out and gently grab Seonghwa’s hand.

“I think you of all people should know that feeling.”

Seonghwa swallows.

There’s a million things he wants to say, but there’s also nothing he can say.

He does know what you mean. He thinks he might know it better than anybody else. That doesn’t change the fact that part of him feels like you’re leaving him behind.

It’s quiet for a long moment as the two of you stand alone on the road with your hands interlocked.

Seonghwa clears his throat.

“You’ve always been the braver one between us,” he squeezes your hand. “Be happy.”

He sends you a big smile, but he can feel the tears slowly making their way down his cheeks.

Your own eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and you squeeze his hand back.

“Until next time?” You ask, hopeful.

Seonghwa nods.

“Until next time.”

You let go of his hand and Seonghwa watches as it falls back next to his side.

He watches you climb into the driver’s seat of the car and listens to the engine as it comes to life.

With a final wave, Seonghwa watches as your car drives away, past the line of trees on your street, past the town line and away from him.

Standing alone in the middle of the road, Park Seonghwa makes a vow to hate this town for the rest of his life.

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hazelnut-u-out · 1 year

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Rick losing his original family makes me even sadder when I think about the fact that Morty and Summer are basically his kids. He lives with them and takes a much more active role in their lives than most grandparents. He's also pretty much raising Morty (he's doing a terrible job lmao, but he is.) He lost all his children. He lost Jerry, too.

yeahhhhh, 100%.

he’s morty’s primary caregiver at this point, and it kind of feels like the first time in his life morty has ever actually had a primary care giver.

i mentioned this in one of my other posts, but for the longest time after the s5 finale/s6 premier i assumed that rick would pop into the s1 prime dimension on occasion to see if prime had come back, and ran into little morty then. that entire assumption relies on the the inference that morty was pretty heavily neglected and left to his own devices, even at such a young age.

i mean, who in their right mind would leave their baby completely alone in the front hallway while they’re learning to walk?

we ofc don’t know if that’s how rick really knew a morty baby, but it really says something that that’s what someone would immediately deduce.

morty himself even confronts beth about the neglect in “a rickconvenient mort,” and we have plenty of scenes (like in “raising gazorpazorp”) that are open about the neglectful/horrible parents beth and jerry are. even though jerry is shown to be more affectionate towards the kids, he’s always been too busy orbiting beth to be a decent father. (you could also get into the state of morty’s room compared to the rest of the house, or even summer’s room. it’s full of childlike toys and posters because he’s really just a little boy, but there’s mold and mildewy spots- even though he keeps his room relatively tidy.)

one scene that really stuck out to me is when rick takes morty to school in “juricksic mort.” it seems like rick has been one of the people making sure that morty gets there for a while now, considering how the whole scene goes down. (which, what a great contrast from his character in s1. he’s gone from making excuses to justify ruining morty’s education to making sure he gets there on time.)

“rick! mom’s working and dad’s still asleep! i’m gonna be late.” “… just get the keys.”

no pushback from rick at all, just casually taking morty to school. i also like the detail that rick is up that early in the morning, like he’s part of the smith family weekly morning rush routine. he’s just relaxed after summer’s off to school and beth’s at work, drinking some beer and watching the news.

that really seems like rick’s been taking morty to school everyday, or at least often. it’s also a great example of a moment where rick steps up as the “dad” or “patriarch” of the house to fill in for jerry again.

rick doing household chores and shaking his head at the kids in disappointment in “final desmithation” is something that makes me feel like rick is more of a parental figure to the kids than the actual smith parents, too.

(rick sanchez in his matriarch era lol)

(i also just love this little scene of him drinking wine with beth while she plays “operation” and the kids sit around. it’s such a sweet little detail that makes me think about what a subtle act of affection it is to drink wine with her because that’s her drink of choice. it’s also reminiscent of rick “making up for lost time” with his little girl, because it’s horse operation. some things never change- like your daughter playing with horse toys while you watch and have a little drink- even if you’re an old man and she has kids of her own now.)

another episode that i think really embodies rick being the only one who goes out of his way to care about/look after the kids is “rickmancing the stone.” sure, he has that whole blurb about how summer is completely replaceable, but he never actually tries to replace them with versions of themselves from other realities. he just kind of tries to buy time and hopes that they’ll eventually want to come back.

i love the scene where he says, “we need to get you guys home so you can properly deal with your parents’ divorce!”

it seems so genuine to me. he’s a dick, but he’s a dick that’s worried about his grandkids.

being a nurturing father figure, especially with children, is something that seems to come naturally to rick. it’s like part of his nature that’s just been waiting to peek out, even though he’s a jaded old asshole now. “a different kind of rick,” exactly.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #asks

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cleoluvrr · 1 year

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The Last Days of Summer XIII (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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Though I was used to not hearing from my brother for days at a time, it was odd to not hear a peep from Rafe.

He had barely texted me over the past few days, short, vague texts sitting in my phone stating that he’s been “busy.” I didn’t ask what, assuming that it was family business and not wanting to intrude. I’d been busy myself, helping my parents with Heywards’s and preparing for college application season in just a few short months.

It was a bittersweet feeling, wanting so badly to get off the island for so many years and finally having the opportunity to do so, yet having to leave behind a place you grew up in your whole life. Leaving your family, your friends; your home.

I’d been locked up in my room since the moment I got home, finishing up work before the long weekend started and enjoying the rare alone time I ever had in the house. My parents were having a date night and left me to my own devices, and Pope was gone as usual. The sun set a while ago, the moonlight shining through my curtains as I laid down in my bed wide awake. I count the pink heart stickers on the glowing on the ceiling mindlessly, listening to each steady breath that I take in and release.

I am startled out of my counting by the feeling of my phone vibrating next to me, the sound of the buzzing pulling my attention away from the glow-in-the-dark decorations. I feel around in the dark for the device and wrap my fingers around it loosely. The digital clock on my nightstand reads 9:56 PM in bright red numbers.

Who could be calling me this late at night?

“Hello?” I say, not even bothering to check the caller ID before I answered. I hear an engine going in the background, the person on the end driving some sort of vehicle.

“Neriah..” A male voice answers. “What are you doing right now?”

My head jerks back at the sound of Rafe’s voice over the phone. Any feelings of irritation I had were replaced by both relief and curiosity.

“Rafe?” My tone is just as confused as I feel. “I’m at home, why?”

“Are you alone?” He asks.

“Yeah, my parents are gone until the morning. Rafe, are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer me for a few seconds, the only sound from his end coming from the car rather than his mouth. The silence only worries me more, face scrunching up at his non-response.

“Rafe.” I call out again. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you sleepover at Tannyhil?” His voice is quiet and almost blends in with the humming of the engine. “Rose is gone and left Wheezie here, but I don’t wanna hang out with a kid all weekend.”

“You called me to ask if-” I start, cutting myself off once the realization hits. “Wait! You left your little sister home alone? Rafe, it’s almost ten o'clock!”

“She’ll be fine, we live behind a brick wall.” He says, brushing off my concern. “Can you please?”

I sigh heavily, looking at the clock again as I think about my answer. It’s not like my parents would really care, and they couldn’t stop me if they did because they aren’t home. Normal people my age spend their weekends out with friends partying and drinking their lives away, while I sit in the dark of my room doing nothing in my freetime. Even Pope hasn’t touched his own bed in two days.

I think about my outright refusal to spend the weekend alone with him at one of the Cameron’s empty properties. I only said no because I didn’t want to do something…out of character, but if Wheezie is there, I doubt anything we do will be more than PG.

What’s the harm, really? I get uninterrupted time with my boyfriend without having to worry about being caught by anyone.

“Okay…” I finally answer, trying my best to sound reluctant so he doesn’t think I gave in so easily. “But no funny business.” He chuckles at me and I’m sure he’s smiling behind the phone.

“I’ll be there in, like, ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” I say in confusion. “What are you doing on this side of town so late?”

“To pick you up.”

“What if I said no?” I stand out of my bed and switch the light on. I walk to my closet and grab a small suitcase from the back corner.

“I would’ve convinced you, one way or another.” He answers vaguely. I don’t ask what he means. “See you soon.” And with that he hangs up, leaving me in silence.

I toss my own phone onto the bed and fling open the suitcase, not even sure what to bring. I’ve always been a chronic overpacker, though I’m not sure if it’s because of my clothing addiction or my anxiety of forgetting something that I might need. I picked out a few outfits fitting for the warm, early fall weather, sleep clothes, and enough pairs of underwear to fill a victoria’s secret because my mother taught me that you can never bring too many.

As I’m shoving my makeup and skincare into a smaller bag, I hear a car pull up outside. It honks twice and I cringe at the loud sound that has probably disrupted someone’s sleep. I thank God that I’m alone. I slip an inconspicuous, black hoodie over my head, my pink biker shorts peeking out of the bottom of the oversized item of clothing.

I almost trip over myself shoving my shoes onto my feet, rushing as the owner of the vehicle blares the horn another two times.

I storm out of the house with my bags in hand, locking the door behind me. I left a note on the table for my parents to see when they got back, not wanting to bother them while they’re out tonight. Parked outside my house is Rafe’s familiar truck, the blonde inside distracted with his phone. I yank open the back door of the car, startling him as I toss my luggage on the floor of the backseat.

“Damn, you can’t knock?” Rafe says jokingly as I climb into the passenger’s seat next to him.

“My bad.” I buckle my seatbelt and set my phone down in the cup holder in the center console.

“I missed you.” He leans over the console and pecks my lips sweetly. The action gives me butterflies, leaving me smiling shyly when he pulls away. “So much.”

The engine turns over and the car pulls off into the darkness of the night. The car is playing music from the town’s radio station, the noise filling the silence in the air. Rafe drives with one hand, the other one occupying the space on my thigh. He taps along to the beat of the song, the feeling ticklish against my skin.

I shoot Pope a text as we arrive at Tannyhill to let him know that I’m going to be gone for the weekend, not specifying where.. Rafe pulls my bags out of the backseat once the truck is parked, insisting on carrying them into the house for me. I follow him inside, in awe of the size of the colonial styled home. He instructs me to stay downstairs before he makes his way upstairs with my belongings in hand.

I walk around the first floor, feeling slightly out of place in the residence. Other than the extreme display of wealth, it felt strange to be inside a dead man’s house.

I spot the kitchen not too far away and make my way towards it. The house is dead silent and dim, I’d think it was empty if I didn’t know Rafe and his sister were here.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

I nearly jump out of my skin at the voice, forcing the yelp threatening to escape my mouth back down. I whip around to face the source of the sound and am met with a young brunette girl. My heart beats steady again at the sight of Rafe’s youngest sister.

“Oh my God, Wheezie. You scared me.” I say, slapping my hand on my forehead as I let out a light laugh.

I’d tutored the girl in the past, recommended to Rose by one of the parents at her stepdaughter’s school. She was a nice girl, very intelligent for her age. She’d taken a liking to me and was upset when I told her that I wouldn’t have time to tutor her anymore at the end of the school year, right before summer started.

“Riah?” Her brows shoot into her hairline, surprised to see my face when I turned to face her. She walks up to me and wraps her short arms around my body. I’m surprised by the action, I didn’t know she felt that comfortable with me. “It’s you!”

“It’s me!” I repeat, hesitantly returning the hug.

“What are you doing here?” She says as she pulls away from me. She wears a puzzled expression on her face.

“Go away, Wheeze.” Rafe says as he comes into the kitchen. “Stop bothering my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” The girl looks between Rafe and I with an incredulous look on her face before they finally land on me. “You’re here with him? Willingly?”

I throw my head back at her genuine disbelief, the sound of my laughter filling the air. Rafe rolls his eyes at her, walking to the fridge and grabbing two bottles of water.

“Yes, I’m here with him. Willingly is a stretch, though.” I responded jokingly.

“Bye, Wheezie.” Rafe says, grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs to his bedroom.

I was met with pale green walls covered in miscellaneous picture frames and a King sized bed in the center of the room. The comforters and pillow cases were a matching shade of a deep red, one similar to the color of red velvet cake.

He barely sits down on the bed with me before his phone rings. The young man groans, kissing me on the forehead before he snatches his phone out of his pocket and steps out of the room. He shuts the door, leaving me alone in his space. I take a gander round the room with my eyes, noting the surprising tidiness of it, at least for someone like him. It was a rarity to see a guy his age have a made bed and visible floor.

After almost an hour of sitting in his room alone and scrolling through my phone, I hear voices outside. I knit my eyebrows together in confusion, getting up to press my ear against the door. I hear two male voices, one Rafe’s, and a woman that isn’t Rose. I open the door just a crack, peeking out into the empty hall before slipping out. The voices are coming from downstairs, but I can’t see anything from where I stand over the railing.

“Look, lady. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I hear Rafe’s voice say in the distance, sounding mildly annoyed with whoever he’s speaking to. “There is no ‘Island Room’ here.”

“Oh, but I think there is.” The woman says. “I know there is; and you’re going to help me find it.”

Rafe sighs heavily and the air is filled with silence for a long moment. I thought that they had left at that point, assuming Rafe turned them away. That is until I hear multiple sets of footsteps enter the residence.

“Thank you very much. I knew you’d let me in.” The woman says. ”Come on, Renfield. We have no time to waste.”

I lean over the railing a bit more, catching a glimpse of three people walking through the foyer. Rafe, a brunette man, and a nicely dressed blonde woman being supported by crutches. I lean back with a quickness when a floorboard beneath my foot creaks under my weight, the man I assumed is named Renfield whipping his head in my direction as they walk beneath the stairs.

“Did you hear that?” He asks suspiciously,

“It’s an old house. It makes noises.” Rafe replies annoyedly. “Can somewhere explain to me what the ‘Island Room’ is supposed to be? I don’t really have time for this.”

“Who are those people?” Wheezie pops up behind me again suddenly.

“Oh my God, Wheezie, stop doing that!” I whisper harshly, whipping around to face the younger girl. “Do I need to buy you a bell?” She chuckles lightly, moving to stand next to me and peek over the rail as well.

“Sorry.” She says, turning her head to look at me sheepishly. “Who was Rafe talking to?”

“I have no idea. Some lady came to the door talking about an ‘Island Room.” She hums at me, nodding her head as she looks back over the railing.

“Hm. Wanna go follow them?” She asks.

“You are so nosy, Wheezie.” I say jokingly, nudging the girl on her shoulder. “No, I don’t, but knock yourself out.”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugs, quiet feet making their way to the staircase.

I shake my head at the girl as I watch her silently descend down the steps, smiling softly to myself. I retreat to Rafe’s bedroom once again, shutting the door behind me before flopping down on his bed. I grab my phone from its spot on the bed, sending Rafe a curious text asking who was downstairs with him.

I waited five minutes, then fifteen, then an hour. I could hear nothing from the room, the time passing by silently as I watched the clock going further into the night.

After the clock went from twelve to four, I decided it was time for me to follow after Wheezie and check on what the group was doing downstairs. I stuff my phone into the hoodie of my jacket and jump off the bed, silently opening the door once again and stepping out into the hall. I descend the stairs, following the sounds of the voices. The house was so big and I had no idea where I was going, I might as well be relying on echolocation.

I pass the kitchen and catch a flash of pink moving around in the corner of my eye. I froze in my spot, backtracking to the room I was in a few hours ago before Rafe all but dragged me out. I watch Rose at the sink, leaning over the metal bowl looking quite stressed. Puzzled, I continue on quietly and quickly, not wanting the woman to notice my presence.

What is she doing here? Rafe said Rose was out of town, and her car wasn’t in the front when we pulled up. I didn’t hear anyone pull in either, not that I would be able to anyway from this deep in the house.

“Maybe she came back early…” I say quietly to myself as I travel further down the hall.

At some point I found the three of them in one of the bedrooms on the first floor and stood in the open doorway, bewildered. The room was practically torn apart, no crevice left unchecked by both Rafe and the Renfield man. The blonde woman was instructing them to look harder, watching them work from a corner she made herself comfortable in.

I stood there for a while, watching them go over the room two more times before they finally gave up. I guess that I made a noise because the blonde woman looks in my direction with a sharp eye. Rafe turns to look too, his irritated expression melting away when he sees me. I look between the three of them in confusion and back away from the door as the blonde woman makes her way towards me.

“And who might you be?” She tilts her head at me curiously, crutches planted firmly on the floor in front of me. “You look very familiar…”

“Neriah, baby, what are you doing down here?” Rafe moves around the lady to grab my hand.

“You’ve been gone forever and haven’t answered any of my texts.” I answer, not taking my eyes off the woman. She doesn’t look familiar to me at all.

She studies my face for a while, the hall filled with nothing but silence as we stare at each other. I raise my eyebrows at her, cutting my eyes at Rafe as he watches the non-verbal interaction between the two of us. Suddenly the woman gasps, a bright smile appearing on her face out of nowhere. Her eyes light up as she looks at me which only manages to make me more uncomfortable.

“Neriah Heyward!” She says excitedly. I back away from her, leaning into Rafe when she takes another step towards me. I look up at my boyfriend, silently expressing my discomfort with him before facing the older woman again.

“I don’t think I know you…” I trail off. The woman shakes her head, laughing at my worry and clear hesitation to talk to her.

“Oh, but I know you. Academic accomplishments seem to run in the family.” She smiles warmly at me, but something about it just didn’t seem right. “I interviewed your brother, Pope, for a scholarship just a few weeks ago. You were also a potential candidate.”

The realization comes to me almost immediately and it takes everything in me not to make a face at the woman.

This must be the lady my brother went to see down in Charleston, the one that he claims tried to kidnap him. It also hits me that Pope wasn’t just having a mental break and was probably telling the truth about Denmark Tanny being related to us. The woman being here and mentioning her association with my brother only proves it further.

“Oh! That’s cool…” I reply awkwardly, unsure of how I should interact with the woman.

“You come from a very special family, Ms. Heyward.” The smile that stretches across her face makes me itch, my stomach churning at the sight. I hum, nodding at her and giving a tightlipped smile.

A thousand thoughts run through my head at what she could possibly mean by that.

“Baby, go back upstairs. I don’t think I’ll be done for a while.” Rafe speaks up and interrupts the conversation. I silently thank him, ripping my eyes away from the off-putting woman and setting them on the hovering blonde next to me.

“Why’d you say Rose was out of town? I just saw her in the kitchen.” I threw the question at him and he clearly wasn’t expecting it, head jerking back in confusion.

“I never said she was out of town, I said she was gone.” He clarifies. “I guess she’s back.” He shrugs.

“Rafe-”

“Just go back upstairs, please.” He cuts me off.

“No.” I pulled my hand away from his, crossing my arms together as I looked up at him annoyedly. “You’ve been gone for like, hours, and you aren't answering my texts even though you clearly see me messaging you. What the hell are y’all doing down here?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose at my blatant refusal and lets out a deep sigh of frustration. He excuses himself from the two older adults before grabbing my arm, dragging me to the stairs despite my resistance. He says nothing as he guides me, my defiance being met with his silence.

He manages to get me up the stairs with much struggle as I fight against his pulling.

“Get off me.” I wrench my arm away when we reach the top of the staircase, shoving the boy away from me roughly.

“Go in the room, Neriah.” Irritation drips from his voice now, clearly not in the mood to deal with my attitude. I scoff at him, feet planted firmly into the wooden floor. “I really don’t have time for this right now. At all.”

“I don’t care, Rafe, that’s not really my problem.” I snip at him.

“Okay. So what the fuck is your problem, then?” My head recoils at his language choice, the force behind the words something I wasn’t used to hearing directed at me.

It’s not like he hasn’t cursed around me or at me before, in fact he’s done much worse than that. But I can’t remember the last time he’s spoken to me so aggressively.

“My problem is that you brought me here to hang out with you, but I’ve been all alone in your room for hours while you dick around with some random, old people.”

“We can hang out tomorrow. It’s not a big deal.” He grabs my arms again, pulling me in the direction of the closed door leading to his room. “I’ll come back when I’m finished.”

“No, Rafe-”

“I’m not in the mood for your attitude, Neriah. Just going inside.” I plant my feet firmly into the ground when he swings the door open.

He curses silently to himself, head raised to the ceiling as I resist his efforts once again. His eyes fall on my frame, beyond irritated with me. The grip on my arm tightens, his other hand grabbing the arm not in his hold. He pulls me into the room with great force, shoving me onto the bed when I lose my balance. He shuts the door behind him, pushing me back down when I try to stand once again.

What the hell is his problem? What right does he have to be in the mood for something?

“Move-” I start, my words cut off by Rafe grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him. His face is hard and mildly angry, eyes dark as they stare into mine.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t have time to deal with your attitude right now. You can be mad at me all you want, but you do not speak to me like that in front of anyone. Do you understand me?”He grits out. I flinch at his words but any movement is stopped by his grip on my face. I nod slowly after a moment, my defiant spark put out as quickly as it was lit.

You would think the girl that cursed at him not even two minutes ago was a different person, my demeanor taking a complete one-eighty in just a split second.

I could feel his fingers digging into my cheeks, the skin pressed up against my teeth uncomfortably. He looks more than a bit vexed, and if he wasn’t busy with the blonde lady and her tool downstairs I’m sure that he’d be dealing with me instead. I can see it on his face.

He releases my face once I respond, standing up straight to his full height. He hovers over me closely, jaw tense as he watches me pout at him. I avoid his eyes, folding my arms across my chest as I stare at the closed door behind him. He exhales loudly and I can practically hear him roll his eyes at my childishness.

“Look at me. I won’t say it again.” I tilt my head up at him, tearing my eyes away from the door. My jaw was just as hard as his, silently fuming as he angles his head down at me. “You can pout all you want, I don’t care. I’m going back downstairs, and you’re gonna stay in here. You’re going to go to bed, or play on your phone, or be miserable. I don’t really care what you do, but you aren’t gonna leave this room.”

“How are you gonna tell me what I’m going to do?”

“Neriah.” His eyes are just as sharp as my name in his mouth. “I just said I’m not going to deal with your attitude right now. You don’t have to like it, but that’s what you’re going to do.”

“Who exactly do you think you are, Rafe?” I push myself up off the bed and follow behind him as he approaches the door. “No, I don’t like it. And no, I’m not going to do anything, because you don’t fucking direct me. I’m an adult, and you aren’t my father. You’re not gonna tell me what the fuck I’m gonna do as if that’s not for me to decide.” I poke into his chest with my index finger at the end of each sentence, the force behind it barely enough to sway him but enough to get my point across.

What right does he have to be mad at me? He’s the one that left me to rot away in his room all night after dragging me out of my own home in the middle of the night. I could have stayed there if I knew this is what he’d be doing.

He smacks my hand away, shoving me hard enough that I stumble backwards. He rubs at his chin with his hand, looking between me and the open door. He shakes his head and drops his hands from his face, stepping out of the room silently. He just stands there for a moment, watching me. He finally speaks after our anger fueled staring contest goes on for what seems like an eternity.

“Go to fucking bed, Neriah. I’m not going to argue with you, because I don’t care right now.” He leaves the room fully, closing the door behind him as he leaves. “So fucking childish…” Is the last thing I hear him say before he walks away.

I resist the urge to follow after him, everything in my body screaming at me to tear into him.

I listen to his footsteps descend the staircase on the other side of the wooden slab separating the two of us, teeth gritted together as I’m left silently seething in his bedroom. Instead, I huff loudly, sitting down on the edge of the bed behind me.

I guess I fell asleep shortly after that because suddenly the sun was high in the sky, light peeking through the open blinds of the window behind the bed. I don’t remember lying down, and I definitely don’t remember wrapping myself in a thick, black throw blanket either.

I sit up straight, stretching and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I look around the room in confusion. It took me a second to remember where I was, the unfamiliar room slowly becoming more familiar as I woke up. I immediately start feeling around for my phone, the device lost somewhere in the maze of pillows behind my head.

“Jesus Christ…” I whisper to myself when I find the device. The three numbers on the screen read 1:27. It was well past morning at this point, half of my day unknowingly slept away. I enter my passcode and click on the missed text message from earlier this morning.

RC: You were asleep when I checked on you

RC: I’m going out, it’s important. I’ll be back later.

RC: I love you.

I roll my eyes and stuff the phone into my pocket, throwing the blanket off my body and standing up out of the bed. I quietly pad to the door and yank it open to reveal an empty hallway and a quiet house. I descend the staircase to search for any signs of life but am met with nothing as I peruse around the first floor of the residence. Both Rafe and Rose’s cars are gone from the front yard, only further proving that I was alone in the house.

“Wheezie!” I called out, almost forgetting about the youngest Cameron child. I roam around a while longer downstairs, calling out again before moving back up to the second floor after receiving no response.

The old house groaned as I walked through, the wood expanding as the heat of the fall sun glaring down onto it. I checked every room and was met with nothing every time which only puzzled me further. Where could the girl go without a car?

“Maybe she’s outside…” I thought to myself.

As I reach the end of the hall, I spot one of the doors slightly cracked open. I approach it curiously, my footsteps careful and quiet. Pushing it open completely, I cautiously enter the space and am met with a great mess.

The wallpaper has been ripped off the walls, the blue patterned paper now littering the floor beneath my feet as I journey further into the room. There was a large wooden table in the center covered in a tea set, clearly only there for decoration. There was a medium-sized hole in the wall next to the window as well, but none of this grabbed my attention.

What did spark my interest was what has been uncovered.

I circle around the table, eyes glued to the exact replica of Kildare island painted on the four walls surrounding me. The paint faded only slightly, but was otherwise perfectly preserved. It looks old, like it was a part of the original Tannyhill before renovations. Trailing my fingers along the wall, I study every part of the painting closet with great curiosity.

Was this the Island Room? Is this what that lady came here looking for? It had to be, it looked like they ripped the wallpaper off and left with great urgency, not even bothering to clean up behind themselves.

I trace the shape of the large oak tree in the center of the painting, eyes trained on the keyhole at the top of the trunk. Angel Oak.

I am ripped out of my trance by the sound of a car pulling up to the house. I briskly walk to the window and pull the curtain back, immediately dropping it and backing away when I spot who has arrived. Five familiar teens pile out of Twinkie, John B’s run down, brown van, and rush to the entrance of the house. Sarah leads the other four, turning back to talk to them as she walks.

“Shit.” I whisper.

I speed walk around the table, paper crumpling under my feet as I step over it. I hear the Pogues walk through the front door, voices loud as they enter the first floor of the house. I journey to Rafe’s room as quickly as I can, barely making it before I hear the five of them running up the stairs. I shut his bedroom door and lock it, backing away silently as their voices get closer and closer.

“This place still freaks me out.” I hear in passing, John B’s voice distant as they walk further down the hall.

I sit down on the bed, quiet as a mouse with my brother and his friends just down the hall. My heart races and blood rushes to my head, the sound of waves filling my ears as the fear of getting caught washes over me. I hear them talking over each other, the jumbled mess of words hard for me to decipher from this far away and behind a closed door.

More panic filled my body when I realized that Rafe and those old people could come back at any time. If the Pogues were here when he got back, nothing good would happen between them. However, I couldn’t go out and warn them, not without risking exposure myself.

Before I could think any more about it, I heard their voices rushing out of what I assume was the Island Room, footsteps pounding against the floor as they ran through the hall. I don’t move an inch until I hear the car door outside slam, the vehicle speeding off of the property with all five kids inside.

What the hell were they doing here? And what were they doing in that room?

It is Sarah’s house, but from what I’ve gathered over the past few weeks, she’d rather die than step foot in this place. So why would she bring anyone else here with her? And why was everyone so interested in the newly discovered room just a few yards away.

I shake the thoughts out of my head, laying back down on the soft bed.

Whatever these people have going on is none of my business, and even if it is, I won’t involve myself in it. I refuse to take part in whatever has gotten my brother kidnapped by that white lady running around with my boyfriend. Thinking about the way she smiled at me when she realized who I was gives me goosebumps and an unsettled feeling in my stomach.

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