#or did he gently pick him up and lay him in a wagon that was for transporting the bodies

[marcobodtlives]

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

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

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Recovery (Avdol x f!Reader) SMUT

Masterlist

WARNINGS: Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content under cut.

( A/n I haven't written SMUT in So long So I'm a bit rusty. But anyways I hope you enjoy)

Small summary: after getting injured during the battle with Hol-Horse and Hanged Man you and Avdol go into hiding in an island until you've both recoverd. But a few nights before at one of the hotels you were staying at things got a little heated between you two and it would be gone further if someone didn't interrupt.

Small mentions: Avdol x f!reader, Avdol being a bit shy, SMUT, 18+, body worship, reader is a stand user but it’s not used

"So how long do we need to stay on this island?" I asked Avdol as he gathered some eggs from his chicken, "Just a few days until Mr. Joestar comes to pick us up. Until then, we both need to recover from our injuries." I got hurt along side Avdol while fighting Hol horse and Hanged Man. "How long was I passed out for?" He placed the basket down. "About a day or two. The Speed Wagon foundation should be dropping by with some more medication for us." He sighed, "In the meantime would you mind helping me make breakfast." I stood up from my spot, "Sure."

We headed back inside and started cooking the eggs. "Have you been able to explore the island yet?" I asked Avdol. he was cutting a banana into small pieces for us both, "I did yesterday with some members of the Speed Wagon. There nothing suspicious here as of yet." I grunted taking in the information he gave me. "So... What do we do now?" I took a bit from the fruit he did the same, "We wait until Mr. Joestar and the others come to get us." The rest of the day Avdol and I cleaned and watched how some of the chickens fought for their food. 

Night had finally fallen. We both went inside, I didn't realize it until now but, "Why is there only one bed?"

 "Y/n this is a small house, two beds wouldn't fit in here." Avdol sat down on the bed, I stared at the bed still thinking if its a good idea for us to be laying in the same bed. "I can assure you I won't bite... If you want I could sleep on the small couch." He points towards the couch behind me. "I-its fine, I just zoned out for moment." I walked over to the other side of the bed, "Plus, you're a big guy. I don't want you sleeping on that small thing." Laying down in bed I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes slowly shutting.

It was now dark out the only thing that was lighting up the room a dim candle light that was slowly fading and the moonlight entering the room. Looking beside me there was an empty spot, "Where's Avdol?" I asked myself. I slowly got out of bed feeling groggy and walked towards the living room, the front door was opened. I was now wide awake and draw out my stand. As I was about to walk out I saw Avdol sitting at the entrance. "Are you trying to give me a heat attack?"

 "My Apologize Y/n." I placed my hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him looking up at the stars, "It's fine.... Couldn't sleep?" I asked him, "No I couldn't. Something was keeping me up." 

"Was I snoring?! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to keep you u-" Avdol chuckled slightly at me panicking. "No I uh ... It's just been awhile since you and I were alone." I felt my cheeks burning at the thought of that night we spent together; the way Avdol kissed me gently, the soft whimpers escape my lips as he kissed my neck and things were getting heated until Polnareff walked in and almost caught us. Since that night We agreed not to talk about it again.

 "Were you thinking about that night?" He looked at me, under the moonlight I can tell he was a bit flustered, "I was... I wanted to see more of you... Hear more from you... Please you." With each word he leaned in placing a kiss on my lips once, twice, and I then pulled him closer to me closing what little gap we had between us. 

In a swift movement I was now on top of Avdol, we pulled away catching our breath. "Let's go inside it'll be more comfortable in the bed." I got off of him and lead him to the bed. he sat down and I got on top of him wrapping my arms around his neck he tensed up under my touch. "Are you sure you wanna do this Y/n your don't h-" I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. "I've been wanting to do this again since that night at the hotel." 

A few candles relit around the room, I caught a quick glimpse of magicians red. He placed both hands on my hip pushing me down onto his bugle a muffled gasped escaped my lips, he was already hard... Avdol let out a pleasurable sigh as  I started teasing him by slightly bouncing on his clothed bugle. "Y-y/n~"  

He pulled me closer to him kissing and nibbling at my neck, his hand now making their way inside my shirt. His hands trailed up and down my body, giving me shivers. Avdol lifted up my shirt now kissing my chest and  playing with my nipples one hand squeezing and burying his face between my breasts, leaving excited kisses, "Avdol~" He'd slowly lied me down upon bed gently stripping his and mine cloth off. His member slipping out, "You're so big" I took his member in my hand passing a teasing stroke on it. He started moving his hips a bit, "Please don't tease, my love." He moaned closing his eyes. He grabbed his member aligning himself at my entrance. "Are you ready?" He asked, "Yes." I nodded. I could feel his tip slowly entering me, "Ah~" 

 "Are you okay~" Avdols thrust were slow, "Y-yeah~" Even though he was starting at a slow pace I couldn't help whimper with each movment. After some time I was able to adjust to his size.

Wet squishing sounds fill the bedroom along with my soft gasps. "Avdol i-..." I couldn't speak. The amount of pleasure he was giving me had me choking on my words. "Y-you're getting tighter... A-are you close?" I nodded, words failing to come out. He started slowing down, "N-no don't s-stop." He looked at me a bit shocked, "But I'm gonna overstimulate you. It might hurt you." Through the flickering candle light I could see the concern in his eyes. I pulled him in and kissed him, "I-its fine Keep going until you cum." He nodded grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulder closing the gap between us the best he could and thrusting faster. "Fuck~" That was the first time I've ever heard him curse. I'd already reached my high, Abdul was now chasing his.

His thrust were getting sloppy, he removed my legs from his shoulder and kissed me muffling his moan as he came. He started slowing down and pulling out, "Fuck~" He was breathing heavily looking down at me. He leaned in kissing my forehead "Can you move?" I was too tired  to move. "I'll be right back." He grabbed a rag and cleaned me and himself off. After he was done he laid down in bed with me wrapping his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, "Avdol, I love you." He chuckled caressing my  head, "I love you too."

The next morning Avdol was on a call with Mr. Joestar while I was making breakfast. "I see... I'll tell Y/n about the plan then." He hung up, "What happened?" I asked him, he walked up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his head on top of mine. "Mr. Joestar will be coming soon to get us..." I could tell there was more to that "And?"

 " And he wants us to play a prank on kakyoin and polnareff. He wants us to pretend to be my parents. " I stopped chopping the onions setting the knife aside and faced him his hands still on my waist, "I'm sorry but I refuse." 

 "It wouldn't hurt, would it y/n?" I sighed, "Avdol did you forget that polnareff is a literal walking stand magnet. Remember I can see two different possibilities in the furture. One is that he'll run, a stand gets him and two that he actually stays still for once. I have a feeling his gonna run away and some stand users gonna get him."

 "We'll just have to see," he kissed my forehead, " if you'd like you could stay inside while we're playing the prank on them."

"You really want to play the prank on them don't you Avdol?" He nodded. I chuckled turning back around to continue cooking, "I'll stay inside then."

 Avdol pulled me closer to him kissing my cheek. "Can you help me look older before they come... They'll be here later on today."

Request are open!

#jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba x you #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #jojo kimyou na bouken #avdol x reader #mohammed avdol #jjba avdol #muhammad avdol #avdol #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #jjba jotaro #jjba part 3 #jjba smut #jjba sdc

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Those Worth Fighting For

Here it is—for anyone in the small but devoted crowd who loves Háma, captain of the king’s guard in Rohan, as much as I do. (If you’re curious about why I love him, see here)

Characters: Háma and his OC young daughter Hálwinë (“genuine friend”)

Genre: I don’t know what to call this, really. It’s just meant to be sweet and simple and maybe a little sad.

Summary: As the Rohirrim are just beginning to perceive the danger posed to them by Saruman, Háma strives to give his beloved daughter normalcy and happiness on a special morning together.

Inspiration: Again, I cannot overstate to you how much I love the Rohirrim, and Háma is one of the absolute greatest. In my mind, he’s a Wife Guy in the best possible sense (she’s only alluded to here, but she works as the midwife in Edoras and Háma is INTO her) and a fundamentally gentle person who isn’t afraid to show his emotions.

Special thanks to @konartiste and @eomerofrohan for the encouragement based on a random idea from earlier in the week!

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“Let's be very quiet.” Háma held up a finger to his lips. “Mama was out late helping a new baby to be born, and now she needs her sleep.”

Hálwinë immediately stopped running and switched to careful tip toes as she passed the closed bedroom door. She looked up at her father and mimicked his hushing gesture with her own finger. “Quiet like a mouse,” she whispered to him.

He smiled and handed her a cloak before leading her out of the house and into the streets of Edoras. She skipped alongside him, occasionally stopping to stomp joyfully in a puddle or to greet a dog laying by its master’s gate.

“Come take my hand,” he called to her. “The street is busy, and we have to be mindful of others.”

She ran a few steps to catch up and held out her little fingers to him. He wrapped his strong, rough hand around her small, soft one, and together they walked down the hill. He kept watch for passing horses or wagons, and she sang him little songs that she made up about the things she saw around her.

When they neared the main gate, she looked up at him with wide eyes. “All the way outside, Papa?” In her short life, she had only been through the gate twice before.

“All the way,” he confirmed. “I’m taking you to my favorite place in all of Rohan, and that means leaving the city.”

He led her through the gate, nodding to the guards, and they began to cross the adjoining fields and hills. When her legs tired, he lifted her onto his broad shoulders, and she wove thick, clumsy braids into his long hair as he carried her.

At last, they crested a small rise and reached their destination, a wide, gently rolling meadow that was carpeted with wildflowers in every shape and hue imaginable. Halwinë squeaked in excitement, and he chuckled to himself at her renewed energy as she began to race around the field, her cloak and fine, wispy hair streaming behind her.

“Look at me run, Papa!” she called to him.

“You are so fast, my little foal!” he answered. “Soon you will outrun Shadowfax himself!”

She beamed with pride and ran even faster through the riot of colors, checking every so often to be sure he was still watching, which he always was.

Eventually she tired again and came to flop down at his side. “Let’s pick flowers,” she said, and he helped her to gather a small pile of blossoms from around where they sat. She tucked two behind her ear and one in his beard, which made her giggle, and he pretended not to know what she was laughing at, which made her laugh even harder. He showed her how to twist the flower stems to form a chain, and she sat for many minutes happily stringing together bloom after bloom.

As she worked, he looked over her shoulder at the dark veil of smoke that had increasingly begun to cloud the skies over Isengard these last few weeks. Hálwinë had not said anything about it, and he hoped she wouldn’t notice, not today and not for as long as possible. Whatever ill fate the smoke portended, he did not want her to know about it. He looked back down at her, brow furrowed in deep concentration on her task, and gently smoothed a hand over her hair.

“Shall we turn your flower chain into a crown?”

Her eyes lit up, and she watched with rapt attention as he looped the chain into a circlet and tied the loose ends together.

“Who should wear the crown?” she asked when he was done.

“Well, a ruler should be someone who is very wise and brave. And very kind. Do you know anyone like that?”

She thought hard for a moment and then looked up at him again. “Mama?” she ventured.

If he had been standing he might have fallen to his knees, overcome by the intensity of his love for her, so innocent and small and perfect. He cupped a large hand to her face and smiled at her. “You are right. She is the smartest and kindest and bravest person I know. Let’s go bring the crown to Mama.”

They joined hands again and walked back in the direction of Edoras together, leaving the ominous skies in the distance behind them.

#lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #fan fiction #lotr fanfic #hama #rohan #rohirrim #hama of rohan #my boy is a softie

[captainmaplesblog]

Life of Lea Volume 1 Chapter 16: The Ice Region

“I am still a bit curious about Mimi’s reason for leaving behind her siblings the way that she did...I mean it's probably connected to whatever happened with their parents,” Lea thought to herself as she glanced at her. Mimi looks at her a bit confused. 

“Something wrong, Lea?” Mimi asked her.

“Well no but I am curious about something, Mimi,” Lea replied softly.

“Oh, and what is that?” Mimi asked her even more curious.

“Well it is a bit personal but I’m curious about why you left your siblings the way that you did. I mean if it’s a bit touchy subject for you then you don’t have to answer it yet” Lea exclaims.

“Oh that… I’ll tell you when we are alone” Mimi replied in a suddenly serious tone. 

“Oh, um alright, but you don’t have to tell me when you are not ready, I understand so I can wait for your answer, Mimi,” Lea said softly.

“Of course, I would want the same type of respect for my past, though I wish everyone could for this example…not everyone’s past is meant to be disturbed” Lea explains calmly.

“Huh…you're pretty wise for your age, Lea” Mimi replied with a smile.

“I have my moments,” Lea said with a smile.

“Heh same goes for Nick and Daisy” Mimi replied with a giggle.

“Hey now no need to bring that up Mimi,” Nick said with a pout.

“Sorry my love, I’m just being honest” Mimi replied with a smile.

“Mhm right,” Nick said as he then started crossing his arms.

Mimi then hugs him, “I’m sorry Nick, please forgive me,” she said cutely.

“Fine but I want a kiss in return,” Nick said with a small smirk.

“Hehe alright, Nick,” Mimi said as she gently kissed him on his lips.

 Nick gently kisses her back,” Your forgiven,” he says with a smile.

“Hehe that’s good,” Mimi said as she held his left hand.

“……I now ship them more,” Lea thought to herself.

“Daddy, can you help me fix my leggings? The line near my toes is moving again,” Snowball said with a cute pout.

“Alright come here, princess,” Rocky replied as he knelt.

Snowball nods as she goes to her dad. Rocky then takes her red rain boots off and starts to fix her black leggings.

“Is that better?” Rocky asked her.

“Yes, it’s much better now, daddy,” Snowball replied with a cute smile.

“That’s good, my little princess,” Rocky said as he red rain boots back on.

“Daddy, can you carry me please?” Snowball asked him politely.

“Sure princess” Rocky replied as he picked her up.

Snowball giggles as she holds onto him. They then arrive at the northern hills at around 6 pm. Lea groans in exhaustion as she lies on the ground.

 “Lea… you're going to get dirty sitting on the ground,” Mom says.

Lea sighs and then thinks for a moment, and then uses her magic to make a cloud wagon, once it was made she then lays on it.

“Hm…smart move princess,” Sergean said as he made a cloud wagon himself.

“Thanks, Serg” Lea replied as she stretched her body.

“I’ll make more for the others,” Mom says as she uses her magic.

“I’ll help you with that” Dad replied as he uses his magic as well.

“I’ll join you on that” Mimi and Nick said as they used their magic as well.

After enough cloud wagons were made, everyone put their bags on one of the big cloud wagons.

“Wait do we need to tie them all down so they won’t fly away?” Mama asks Sergean.

“Yea we probably should do that… I’ll get on that” Sergean said as he got out a book from his backpack.

“Hm? Why do you need a book to tie them down?” Lea asked him curiously.

“One it’s a spellbook and two I need magic for the magic-made cloud wagons” Sergean replied.

“Hm…makes sense,” Lea mumbles.

“You could help me with it since it’s a simple spell” Sergean replied.

“Oh, alright I’ll help you out,” Lea says as she goes to him.

Sergean then teaches her the spell and then they use the spell to tie down the cloud wagons.

“They're all done,” Lea said happily.

“Huh? What is this?” Sergean mutters as he goes to a group of roses growing by Lea.

“What is it?” Lea replied confused.

“Lea can you throw a plasma ball at the tree over there,” Sergean said with an idea.

“Oh, um sure” Lea replied as she threw a plasma ball at the tree.

“Hm…” Sergean says as he observes her.

A group of roses then start to form beside her feet.

“Just as I thought…when you use your magic roses start to form and bloom beside you” Sergean explains.

“Is that so? That’s cool, they’re even yellow roses, my favorite” Lea replied with a smile.

"Your favorite flower is the yellow rose?” Sergean said a bit interested.

“Yes, it is, what’s your favorite flower, Sergean?” Lea replied with a question.

“It’s um…violets,” Sergean said embarrassed.

“Aw that’s so cute, Sergean” Lea replied as she teases him.

“Shut it, Lea,” Sergean said more embarrassed as his face got redder.

“Aw your face is even getting redder” Lea replied as she teased him more.

“Shut up!” Sergean said as he got redder in the face.

“Maybe but only if you teach me a cool spell in return” Lea replied with a smirk.

“First of all, screw you, and secondly fine,” Sergean said with a sigh.

“Haha cool, can I Look through your book to choose the spell?” Lea asked with a cute smile.

“Oh, um sure, Lea” Sergean replied with a light blush on his cheeks.

“Cool thank you, Sergean,” Lea said as she picked up the book and looked through its pages.

“Damn…that was clever and yet… that expression was so cute…I love cute things…well good thing…she doesn’t know that but then again she is still pretty quiet and with how often she talks softly so annoying why can't she stay constant,” Sergean thought himself.

“Ok, I choose this one,” Lea said as she gave him the book back gently.

Sergean takes a look at what she had chosen only to see the disguise spell.

“Oh, this will be a little more difficult than the other spells I have taught you so far, but I suppose I can teach you this spell, Lea” Sergean replied.

“Sweetness! Let’s get this lesson started then” Lea said with a bright smile.

“Fine…I’ll have to show you what it’s supposed to look like first, ok?” Sergean replied with a question.

“Alright I understand, Sergean,” Lea said as she sat on her cloud wagon.

Sergean nods as he starts to show her the steps for the disguise spell as he turns himself into Clive.

Lea’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him, “Can you also talk like him with this spell?” she asked him.

“Indeed, I can,” Sergean said in Clive’s voice.

“Wow! That’s so cool” Lea replied as she looked at him in excitement.

“Oh, yea I suppose it is,” Sergean said a bit embarrassed.

“Hey…why are you getting embarrassed?” Lea replied confused.

“No reason,” Sergean said as he turned himself back to normal.

“Oh ok,” Lea says as she yawns lightly.

“Hm…perhaps we should finish our lesson later…it's getting pretty” Sergean exclaims.

“Oh, alright then” Lea replied as she lay on her cloud wagon and put a blanket over herself.

“Good Night, Lea,” Sergean said as he lays down on his cloud wagon.

“Good Night, Sergean” Lea replied as she closes her eyes.

“By tomorrow we will be on our way to the Ice region,” Lea thought to herself as she fell asleep. As she sleeps, she starts to dream of a distant place with a group of people in an unfamiliar place.

“Where am I?” Lea thought to herself.

As far as she could see, she could only see her dad yelling at a mysterious figure with a cloak on.

“How could you put a curse on her after she was so nice to you!” Dad yelled out.

“What is he going on about? Why is dad so young?” Lea thought to herself confused.

#LifeofLea #original story #original characters

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hi! I hope you're doing well :D

If it's not a problem, could you do headcanons of Jacob, Arno and Ezio reacting to their crush falling asleep on their shoulders? thank u!! ((if you want to add another one you're free to do so, I love your headcanons but these 3 are my faves))

Jacob was my first AC crush but Ezio's my fav with Arno following shortly after so I must say you have good taste~

E Z I O :

The two of you had got a message from Lorenzo de Medici that pointed to more Templar activity in Firenze so the two of you were making your way south from Venice, having paid a merchant to travel in the back of his wagon.

The two of you had some work to finish up in Venice first so it had been a long day (even longer for you as you had a contact to meet with in the early hours of the morning when Ezio was only just waking) and you had got a pretty deep gash on your leg in a fight that the two of you had found yourselves in. Ezio had treated your wound before the two of you left but it was clear that the injury was still paining you as you had an almost constant wince as you sat in the back of the merchant's wagon.

So, when Ezio felt your head fall against his shoulder after a long while of silence, he titled his head down a little to see that you had fallen asleep. He smiled at knowing you were finally getting a break from your long day and did his best to remain still in order to prevent you from waking.

But he couldn't stop the bumps in the road and you jerked awake eventually. You startled a little at feeling his arm fall around your waist.

"Lay your head on my lap, get some more rest, you'll need it." He spoke and you looked at him in shock for a moment. "It's only weird if you make it that way." He added, practically reading your mind. You both knew each other well, it would seem.

The offer was too tempting to resist and so you did lay your head on his lap, curling up on your side. You felt a warmth wrap around you and realised that it was the weight of Ezio's shoulder cape that he had laid over your body.

You fell asleep much easier and stirred a few times at the bumps in the road to feel his fingers gently combing through your hair.

A R N O :

The two of you had been given a research assignment by Pierre who said that it was important for the two of you to understand the Brotherhood's history. The two of you had been in the hideout's archives for hours, various mugs of coffees from one of the other recruits (a very generous man by the name of Raul) had brought you.

You and Arno were pouring over the same book, studying the map of the brotherhood's influence in Europe during the 15th century. That was, he thought the two of you were studying it until he felt your head rest against his shoulder and he glanced down to see that you were asleep.

As much as he didn't want to wake you, he knew that the two of you couldn't stay in such a position until you were well-rested and so he tossed the book to a plush bench that was set up against the wall, picking you up and making his way after the book. Your eyes opened for a moment but you were evidently too tired to stay awake so you simply leaned your head against his chest and fell asleep once more.

He leaned back against the bench with you laid over his lap, glancing down at you with a soft smile before plucking up the book and opening it again. He would recite everything to you when you woke so that Pierre wouldn't go crazy at you.

J A C O B :

You had come into the hideout at noon after running around London all night, gathering information on the Templars. You practically collapsed onto the sofa, Jacob sitting at the other end of it, groaning before sitting up and getting to work with cleaning out your weapons, it was long overdue anyway and you knew that having your blade jam could cost you your life if you didn't get to oiling it soon.

The two of you sat in silence, Jacob knowing how snappy you could get when you were tired. At least, that was until he realised that your hands had dropped to your lap because your head lolled back against the sofa, snapping up when you woke and tried to get to cleaning again.

He watched you with pity, wishing you would give yourself more of a break every now and then. Knowing that telling you to do such would certainly only make you snap at him, he instead moved to your side the next time you dozed off, lolling head coming to rest against his shoulder.

He smiled lightly at seeing that this was much easier on your neck and helped you into a more relaxing position. He took your weapons from your hands and got to cleaning them himself as you slept against his shoulder.

#ezio x reader #ezio auditore #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore da firenze x reader #arno dorian x reader #arno dorian #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #assassins creed fanfiction #assassins creed fanfic #assassins creed drabbles #assassins creed headcanons #assassins creed x reader

[favoniuscodex]

just a scratch [childe, diluc, xiao]

prompt: you get injured. of course, your partner doesn't like that. characters: childe, diluc, xiao w/ gn!reader word count: ~1.9k words warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence, near-death injuries, kinda angsty? but things end up okay. death (not any major characters) a/n: :) first actual non-event piece in a while huh? dainsleif, kaeya, and zhongli in part 2 because this was getting pretty long LOL i haven't written anything action-y like this on my blog before (i think?) so lmk if you like it! :)

childe

don't fall in love with your underlings, la signora had warned the eleventh harbinger. they're supposed to be disposable.

now, as childe watches your form crumple to the ground, a sick and twisted part of him wishes he listened to her. childe couldn't remember who was wrong in this situation. were you the one out of place? or were the treasure hoarders? you were typically the known variable, but the ones who were in debt to childe weren't, which meant that your response to them would be predictable at best.

what childe hadn't calculated, however, was the way a treasure hoarder managed to slice at the back of your knees and force you to the ground. you had always been quick on your feet, but the treasure hoarders were faster. upon seeing the indebted, useless, vile treasure hoarder clamber over your back and rush to attempt to slit your throat, childe sees red.

and, for the first time in several months, he transforms. in a flash of neon purple electro energy, childe reappears in the foul legacy form. even from the viewpoint of his increased height, childe can still see the fear in your eyes as you strain against the treasure hoarder above you. but, with your legs out for the count and your weapon pinned underneath you in your fall, you have little to no leverage.

it enrages childe. you, one of the best fighters he knows, deserved better than to be taken down by some filthy, lowlife treasure hoarder. you and childe had so much left to do, so much left to see, and childe had so much he hadn't yet told you. with the fury of a grecian hero, childe throws his spear forward and watches as it flings the treasure hoarder on top of you off with ease. in response, you begin to seek safety, dragging yourself off to the side while childe finishes off those dumb enough to even think about harming you.

sure, should childe collect his debts rather than seeking revenge? yes. but, will the tsaritsa necessarily care? no. she is the goddess of love and childe lives to serve. you watch as you see the anger poured into each hit as he finishes off the rest of the treasure hoarders. his transformation and method of fighting is complete overkill, but you realize that childe is only doing this to send a message. however, your ogling is interrupted by another fatui agent capturing your attention as they approach you to assist you.

the agent picks you up and you take one last look at childe before promptly passing out in the arms of your ally. by the time you awake, you're nestled securely in an infirmary bed. bandages coat your legs, but you wiggle your toes, sighing in relief as you see them moving. the noise of your sighing alerts the man sitting next to you, whose attention immediately snaps up at the sight of you.

childe, you acknowledge. his eyes are rimmed with red and you've never seen your lover worse for wear, but before you can extend a hand to cup his face, he's extending his towards you. childe's hands gently wrap around yours, as if he's afraid to squeeze too tight, and he sends you a weary smile.

"did you finish them off?" you ask softly and childe nods.

"good," you respond and childe merely echoes your statement in a soft tone. his face contorts with anguish and, as he holds your hands, childe cries with relief at your safety.

diluc

it was always the fatui, huh? fatui this, fatui that. living the life of the darknight hero meant that diluc would never truly get a break but man, he was irate that the fatui had the audacity to ambush his travels, especially with you by his side. but, with a vision strapped to your hip, you were more than capable of holding your own, especially as you materialized your weapon into the air.

"i do not wish to fight," you hiss at the fatui skirmishers who surround you and diluc. "but the fatui have never been respectful of people's wishes, have they?"

diluc's back rests against yours as the two of you brace yourself for the battle about to occur. the fatui strike first, raising their weapons and the clash of metal against metal echoes through the air. pyro energy combines with the energy of your vision as you and diluc battle the snezhnayan infiltrators.

"fuck," you whine and diluc hears the noise of you hitting the ground, followed by triumphant laughter of the fatui agents. in a rush of panic, diluc sends far too large of a blast at the fatui before him, but he doesn't regret it after he whirls around to see your crumpled form on the floor. a fatui vanguard raises their hammer over your head and swings down, but diluc's claymore interrupts its path.

"i'll kill you," diluc promises the agent in front of him. "don't even think about touching them."

the skirmisher's lips quiver in concern at the steely nature of diluc's words, but before he can beg for mercy for attempting to kill what diluc treasures most in the world, diluc casts a wave of pyro energy at them, sending them stumbling back. the redhead hesitantly steps over your hunched form to glare daggers at the three fatui left standing.

blinded by his own rage, diluc incinerates the grass before him, focused only on protecting you and keeping you safe, even if it results in him pushing himself too hard. after everything the fatui has done to him, diluc feels incensed by the fact that they even think they could get away with this. it isn't until he feels your hand wrap around his ankle that he's taken out of his own infuriated trance.

"'luc," you mutter, but the noise is enough to have his gaze immediately snapping down to you. "don't kill them... it's not worth it."

your face is bloodied from the fall and diluc glances back at the now-fallen fatui soldiers. he's rendered them unconscious, but they'll live to see another day thanks to your mercy. after all, diluc has more important things to attend to, such as getting you medical assistance.

"where did they hit you?" is the first question that leaves diluc's lips as he crouches down to look at you.

"my stomach," you respond, gesturing down to the slowly bleeding wound that stains your outfit. diluc's face shifts in worry as he props you up against the side of the wagon the two of you had been riding in. his hands shakily fumble for the hem of your shirt and he lifts it upwards to expose the injured skin. his breaths are shaky and, even in your disoriented state, you can tell the state of panic he's in.

after all, the sight of someone he loves laying injured before him is something diluc has seen far too often.

"hey," you murmur, doing your best to focus your eyes on him as your fingertips begin to glow with the energy of your vision. "i... can heal it a little. i'll be fine."

your words are slightly garbled and diluc's shell-shocked expression doesn't leave his face until he sees the energy of the vision beginning to repair your wounds. you manage to temporarily close the wound and, upon the cessation of bleeding, diluc snaps back into action.

"you are safe," diluc murmurs, but it sounds more as if he's trying to convince himself. he quickly propels himself upwards and climbs into the wagon, rifling around for the first aid kit within.

"hey," you say when he finally returns with it, nearly dropping you as his hands shake in fear. "i'm okay, diluc. you saved me."

diluc nods, staring down at the box before glancing up at you. you smile reassuringly at him and, despite the pure anguish in his eyes, he does his best to return your smile in the form of a soft smirk of his own.

xiao

"xiao!" you scream as you plummet off the edge of a cliff, having been injured by the stonehide lawachurl you were fighting. you hadn't expected it to be sleeping nearby and, upon your exploration of the area, it angrily revealed itself with a roar and charged at you. you hadn't prepared yourself for a fight with such a massive creature and, as a result, had easily been knocked off the side of the cliff.

the wind whistles around you as you fall and you wonder if your lover had even heard your scream. the adeptus had always told you to call out his name if you ever had an emergency and you figured there was no greater emergency than actively falling to your death. you had just wanted to collect cor lapis. was that too hard to ask?

your eyes flutter closed as you accept your fate, but a flash of green above you pierces through the thin veil of darkness your eyelids provide. strong arms secure themselves around your figure and you hear a grunt as your savior makes impact with the ground. you open your eyes to be met with the brilliant amber ones of the yaksha you held so dear to you. his eyes are blown wide with worry, but he gently sets you down.

"are you okay?" he asks gruffly and you nod, still in shock from the fall. before you can tell him to wait, xiao waves a hand over his face and rematerializes his mask. his polearm materializes in his hand and xiao wordlessly teleports to the cliff you just fell from. anger courses through his veins as the lawachurl screams at him. in his anger, xiao curses back at it before weaving deftly through its clumsy strikes. xiao's polearm pierces it with ease and xiao watches as it falls over, defeated, yet the anger that courses through his veins is a feeling he hasn't experienced in ages.

the only thing that moves him from his spot is the thought of you waiting for him below, so xiao sighs and teleports back down. you rest against the side of the cliff, back propped up against stone. xiao glances you over once more. with no visible injuries, you would likely just have a bruise, but xiao worried about internal bleeding or other injuries mortals would likely face. you were fragile, far too fragile, and xiao had nearly had you taken from him by some mindless brute. his polearm disappears from his hand as he collapses by your side.

"thank you for saving me," you wish sincerely, but xiao lets out a shaky sigh in response.

"i will take you to a doctor," xiao grunts and, before you can insist that you are fine, xiao slinks a hand underneath your knees and behind your back. he holds you close to him bridal-style and, with a flash, the two of you appear in liyue harbor.

"i can walk," you huff, but xiao simply looks down at you.

"where are we going?" the adeptus asks and you can't help but smile. for the yaksha who hates crowds and dislikes liyue harbor, he had no qualms about inserting himself in the middle of it for you. maybe you could feign an injury or two -- just for his sake.

#childe x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #diluc #xiao #genshin impact #axia's writing

[shivada-jade]

soulmates!

soulmate!au because im weak. you're weak too.

characters: bennett, zhongli, diluc ➡ mentions: barbara, lisa, guizhong, hu tao, kaeya, crepus warning(s): bennett luck (he gets hurt a lot), wrote this at 2:48am so my writing may or may not make sense

bennett: feels the same emotions from the other, but the emotions have to be strong and genuine

he never understood your sudden bursts of sadness. it would come at the most inconvenient at times.

for as long as he could remember, the emotions that weren't his are mostly sad. he asked his dads about it and gently told him his soulmate system is feeling emotions from the other.

after crying from an unknown pain, he made it his soul purpose to constantly be happy all the time, no matter how unlucky he could be so you can be happy too.

his dads worry when he falls down and scrapes his knee, but he would always reply with, "i'm not hurt! my soulmate is hurt!"

he would then clutch the fabric on his chest tightly, like he's been stabbed with a sword and say, "my soulmate hurts right here."

he heaves a breath, "it doesn't compare to whatever luck i get."

"this pain is bearable," he convinces himself when he comes out a hilichurl camp in cuts and bruises.

"your soulmate needs you to be happy for them," he chastises himself for shedding a tear when another adventurer wronged him.

he visits barbara to heal his wounds and asks how she always looks so... happy, so smiley.

"all it takes is one smile to make yourself happy. it can be a slow process but it works!" she singsongs, "miss lisa showed me a study about it."

ever since barbara explained, he smiles the brightest of smiles in mondstadt. he refuses to let other adventurers let him down, worried he might hurt you more than it is.

soon, he finds out that he feels no sadness coming from you. he feels no weight on his shoulders. he feels happy after Good hunter ran out of food for him.

these are not my emotions, he thinks, a wide grin creeping it's way to his face.

he lets out the loudest laugh, giggles, and various joyous noises. he's never felt so happy in his life. for once, he feels lucky, because for once, you're finally happy in the other end of his invisible red string of fate.

his luck skyrockets when he sees a person around his age, with a gorgeous smile adorning their features. he knows its you, sitting by the fountain making wishes. he knows it's you when he sees your eyes that hold so much emotion.

it was as if his heart was tugging him to where you sat.

he's never felt so lucky to have you as his soulmate.

"thank you giving the best smiles"

zhongli: every time he passes his soulmate, he hears the sounds of bells ringing

now, zhongli never thought he would have a soulmate because of his past title of 'archon.' soulmate systems are a tricky thing. he knows there are so many ways to know your soulmate system.

the common system was their first words tattooed on themselves. many others had the ability to know when they meet them, in other words, a count down.

but zhongli never had those two, nor did he have faith in the soulmate system until the lantern rite festival.

walking by the busy streets, he muses to himself how pretty liyue is under the blanket of the moon and stars. he hears the merchants call to customers, attracting and waving at them to buy their products. he hears the clink of the mora in their bag is loud; the laughter from the children young and old marry a soft smile to his face.

he freezes, hearing something that should not belong in the lantern rite. the sound of bells ringing. it isn't any cow bell, or school bell. it's the sound of echoing, melodious wedding bells ringing his ear.

he vaguely remembers his friend guizhong mentioning about this rare particular soulmate system when she still roamed teyvat.

a soulmate!

zhongli stands straighter, eyes grazing on the sea of people, trying to see if anyone stopped to hear the bells he heard. he mutters a few apologies when people bump into him with lanterns in their hands, but that doesn't matter to him.

fate brought someone for him to love. it's just that... he doesn't know where.

he walks forward, he walks backwards to where he came from. he walks to the docks then to the top of liyue harbour, but he can't hear the sound of the bells again.

he doesn't panic. he doesn't rush, because he knows fate will bring you back together. he just doesn't know how long until he'll hear the bells again.

it came to him a surprise when he hears the bells everyday after that.

everyday when he sits at third-round knockout he hears the sound of bells behind him, but when he turns, he knows you've left already.

he sighs, blowing on his tea before taking light sips. it seems he won't be meeting you today.

one day, the ringing just stops. there's no sign of you, or your presence. zhongli assumes you're just taking a sick day, or you've decided to rest, but after a week of not hearing the bells, he worries.

archons, how he wanted to look for you, but he doesn't even know who you are. hu tao encourages zhongli to take the day off and look for you, so he did.

walking aimlessly in liyue, doubt crosses his mind. what if you were here for a business trip and left? it wasnt until he passes by a stunning figure he hears the bells again. he stiffens and turns to you when you stopped next to him.

"thank goodness," he says, slightly covering his smile with a gloved hand.

your eyes sparkle as you look at him, "thank goodness indeed."

diluc: lost possesions will come to your soulmate

for as long diluc knows, strange things always end up in his possessions: hairclips, pens, coins, and archons forbid- his soulmate's overdue bills.

his father laughs when younger diluc comes home dragging a wagon and the biggest teddy bear in history, because how on teyvat does someone lose a teddy bear taller than a door. crepus watches his son struggling to drag the big toy home and sees his other son pushing the wagon from behind, also struggling.

"what do you have there?"

all the response he gets are grunts. the side of his eyes crinkle with mirth, seeing his two sons having trouble bringing it home.

"father!" diluc calls out with a grin missing two of his front teeth, "i don't know where it came from. it's like it appeared from the sky."

"it actually did fall out of the sky!" kaeya says, "we were at the vineyard and i saw diluc get crushed!"

"i did not get crushed."

"did too," kaeya retaliates, sticking his tongue out.

that was the first time diluc heard of this certain soulmate system. lost things from his soulmate go to his possession; lost things from diluc go to his soulmate's possession.

crepus glances at his boys and gets an idea. he calls for them to follow him, and they do, obediently. he leads them to his room, pulling out a treasure chest full of frilly clothes, dresses, outfits that range from a farmer's outfit to a noblewoman.

"this chest is where your mother kept her favourite things," crepus pulls out a necklace from the bottom of the case. "this necklace was particularly her favourite."

diluc can see why. he's mesmerized by the ruby sparkle it hangs. the gold chain complimenting the red jewel and making it complete.

crepus clutches the necklace, looking at it longingly before placing it back in the chest. he places out all the old clothes from the container and lays it on his bed.

"you can keep your soulmate's things here like i once did. your pops is getting too old anyway, i-"

kaeya interrupts crepus jumps on the clothes that are on the bed, creating a havoc in the room. he jumps on the bed with so much energy even after diluc tells him about the story of the 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed.

though, crepus is having none of that. he picks up diluc by his small arms and flings him to kaeya, looking like a bowling ball knocking down a pin. the two boys gasp for air, shooting dirty looks at their father before they chase him out of the house.

the corner of diluc's mouth twitch up ever so slightly, remembering when he first knew of his soulmate. it would take a very observant person to notice his smile. he polishes the glass behind angel's share's counter. under the filtered sunlight, the glass glints. satisfied with the cleanliness.

the chest his father game him was fill of trinkets his soulmate had lost over the years, and good grief. his soulmate must be the most disorganized person ever. he remembers walking to dawn winery and a sack of mora drop on his feet. it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but the thing that has diluc worried is how his soulmate tends to lose the biggest things like a 7-foot-tall teddy bear.

diluc is about to place the wine glass on a cupboard until SMACK.

a thick paper hits his face from seemingly nowhere and so he knows that is his soulmate losing the tenth thing for the day. he has a room dedicated for the things his soulmate has lost, and he thinks he might need a second room.

he pulls the paper off his face and his eyes widen in shock. this two-inch thick paper are legal documents. loan agreements. overdue loan agreements.

[Name] [Last Name]

he notes the name in his head. [Name] owes the fatui 35 thousand mora as interest. what kind of reckless person- then it hits his mind. that sack of mora that fell from the sky was that 35 thousand to pay off the loans.

he knows where to go. he leaves the wineglass on the counter for charles to pick up and hastily grabs his coat and leaves the door.

"liyue, liyue, liyue, and the fatui." he chants in his head. loans. he greets his maid before ascending to his room. he snatches the mora that dropped on his feet and sprints out the door to retrieve his stallion.

a few hours at most to make it to where his fated partner was at, and so he sets off.

arriving at liyue is strange, seeing diluc's attire did not match the city, and seeing his hands are holding the reins of his horse tightly. a strange traveler from a foreign land... with a majestic stallion. he looks like a prince straight out of a fairytale.

he lightly pats his horse, urging to go a bit faster from the trotting they were doing until he meets the gaze of a distressed person in front of the fatui.

"i swear! i had the money and the papers just today!"

diluc scoffs, knowing who they were now, and they did not have the money today. they lost it a week ago.

"listen," the masked fatui grumbles. "im just here to do my job. if i don't have the money in my hands right now i'll-"

diluc jumps off the saddle and unloads the sack of mora from the side, dropping it on the fatui's hand with a seething glare, yet still polite.

"i believe they owe you 35 thousand? sounds about right, no?" he says, letting his diplomatic side show a bit. "for the sake of it, why not amuse me and take this, david. hmm?"

the fatui goes rigid, hearing his name. he slowly lifts his eyes up, "master diluc." he curtly nods and skittishly walks away. one time david spilled drinks at a mondstadt political gathering. he spilled it on diluc.

the ragnvindr waits for the fatui to walk away before turning to his, supposedly love of his life.

"you're the one who lost a 7-foot-tall teddy bear when i was six," he points out, waiting for your response.

his soulmate sheepishly smiles, "well- i would have a good defense but hey, did you at least enjoy having a 7-feet-tall teddy bear fall on you?"

"i did, along with a glass mug falling on me as well."

"i just cant believe how you never lose your stuff!" they retort, "the only thing i got was a missing tooth from you."

the tip of diluc's ears turn the same colour as his hair, but still wears a stoic expression. "i'm diluc ragnvindr," he greets, slightly bowing his head.

"and i'm yours"

part 2: with ganyu, kaeya and thoma

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #bennett #zhongli #diluc #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #bennett x reader #diluc ragnvindr

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Battle Cries: Bonus Jaskier and Yennefer make up scene Part 2

Geralt leads them to the ancient brown and orange 70's van he had, for some reason, chosen as his personal vehicle. He had a thing for vintage stuff, and had aquired it as an exhange during a hunt.

Yennefer was just glad the old 'shaggin wagon' didn't have the traditional air brushed dragons, unicorns, wizards and naked fairies on it.

Although Geralt would occasionaly threaten to have it air brushed.

Geralt had named it Roach. Yennefer referred to it as the Creeper Van.

He slides into the driver's seat to get the van started while Yennefer and Jaskier get settled in the back.

Jaskier sits on the backseat, head in his hands, trying to ignore the jittery feeling that doesn't quite want to go away.

He feels so wound up, even though he finally made up with Yen and Geralt. He should feel relieved, but he doesn't.

Instead he feels so ashamed that he broke down and they had to see him like that. He feels like such a needy child...

Gods, it feels like it's starting again...

Yennefer sees Jaskier starting to tremble again. She strokes her hand up and down his arm, then curls her fingers around his wrist, feeling his rapid pulse.

She glances up at Geralt, who is watching from the front seat as he waits for the engine to warm up. He gives her a worried look and thinks to her I've got some sedative potions that will help relax him.

Yen shakes her head as she rubs slow circles on Jaskier's back. Can't give it to him right now. He was drinking. It'll react with the alcohol.

Yennefer makes a decision. She knows Jaskier is going be as embarrassed as h*ll, but it's the only thing that will help right now.

She picks up the duffle bag and pulls the zipper...

And Jaskier suddenly bleats a frantic "No!" and tries to tug it away from her.

Geralt jumps up and rushes to the back of the van as they start fighting over the bag and Yennefer takes a hit to the face.

He would have just let Yen handle it, but Jaskier's brain had just downshifted from Executive State to Survival State.

Jaskier sees movement out of the corner of his eye, and swings wildly at the approaching shape.

Geralt yanks the bag away, blocks the poorly thrown punch, and shoves Jaskier down into the seat.

He straddles him and holds him down with one big hand on his chest. His other hand grabs Jaskier under his jaw and forces his head back into the seat when he tries to bite him.

Yennefer is shouting at him and pulling at his shoulder as she tears him a new one for what he just did to 'her bard'.

Even though he's in the middle of a serious, tense situation, the detail oriented part of Geralt's brain finds time to note that Yennefer just said 'my bard' in the same tone a mother would have said 'my baby'.

The dry humor part of his brain wondered when she was going to breakdown and have the adoption papers drawn up.

Meanwhile, Yen has just slapped the back of his head and is still chewing him out, and Jaskier has stopped fighting him and is laying there, shaking and making small distressed sounds.

He sees the hurt and fear in Jaskier's eyes, hears the protective fury in Yen's voice.

Yeah, he'd just f***ed that up royaly.

Geralt gets off him, and lets go of his jaw, talking in a soothing tone. He leaves his hand on his chest as he kneels on the floor so he's not towering over him.

"I f***ed up. I should have handled that better," He says to both of them as he rubs his hand on the bard's chest to both soothe him and check for any injury.

Yennefer gives him a heavily sarcasatic look that screams 'you don't say!'

He gently touches Jaskier's jaw, noting it's a little red where he'd grabbed him, but it doesn't look like it's going to bruise.

I'm sorry, Jaskier. I'm sorry for hurting you like that. If your back, or your neck, or anything starts hurting, tell me. I will fix it.

Jaskier swallows and nods, whispering a thready 'ok', and then his eyes flick to Yennefer. And he's horrified when he sees her bloody nose.

He knows he did that to her. He'd raised his hand to her. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and the tears start to flow as he sobs, absolutley heartbroken. He starts grabbing at Geralt, his voice guilt-ridden and frantic.

I hit Yen, Geralt! I hit Yen! F**k! Geralt, I hit Yen! I hit her! I hit her!

Yen...Yen, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Yen! Yen--!

Geralt sits him up and pulls him into his arms. He rocks him and lets him cry it out.

Jaskier cries himself out after a few minutes, huddling against Geralt as if he's trying to hide. He's so humiliated over his reactions to everything tonigh.

What the f**k is wrong with him? Why is he having a d**n melt down like a f***ing toddler over every little thing? Melitele, why is he reacting like this? Why is he hurting his friends?

Because you're tired, Lark Yennefer's voice whispers softly in his head as her hand rubs the back of his neck.

Geralt tightens his arms around him and holds him.

He looks at Yennefer and nods towards the bag.

She digs in the duffle bag, looking for the worn-soft, much patched and mended blanket (which could probably benefit from a good wash) that she knows will be in there.

Jaskier relaxes at first, at the familiar feel and smell, as Yennefer lays the blanket over his shoulders.

Then he suddenly tenses in Geralt's arms as realization hits. He shifts and starts pulling at his own hair, mortified. Oh gods, they both know! D**n it! They both know! F**K!

He starts awkwardly babbling excuses and trying to explain it away.

He rambles and tries to curl in on himself, hands fisted in his hair.

Tha-that's...uh, it's... How did you even know it was in there? F***ing h*ll! You were... You were never supposed to know about it. How do you even know about it? Gods above.. Sh*t! I-I-I'm a-a...I'm a grown a** adult! I-I shouldn't even have the thing in the first place! I.. I can't... I'm not.. I'm... I just... f**k, f**k! F**K!

Geralt hears the anxiety building in his voice, and hears his heart skip and start pounding, hears his voice get smaller and smaller until it cracks. He silently pulls free one of the hands Jaskier is twisting up in his hair.

He rubs his thumb into the bard's palm and rumbles softly "Hey, hey. Look at me, Jaskier...it's okay. Shhhh. It's okay. It's not a big deal."

He reaches up and starts gently massaging his temple.

Jaskier let's his eyes close and presses his face into Geralt's collar bone as he feels the tension recede

Yennefer tucks the blanket around him and rubs his shoulder.

No one here is judging you, Nightingale. Now come here...

They head home with Jaskier laying on the backseat, his head in Yennefer's lap, one hand holding on to her sleeve.

Yennefer keeps one hand pressed on his chest while the other brushes over his cheek.

The pressure feels nice, and he keeps dozing off, but his anxious thoughts run bunny trails through his head, and keep him from sleep.

He's so embarrassed that both Yen and Geralt know about his blanket. Gods, he wants to just hide!

Yennefer feels Jaskier's heart flutter under her palm, feels him shiver, and she rubs slow circles on his chest. Shhhh. Take a few slow breaths, Julek... That's it...

Yennifer leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead, noting the way his speech is starting to slur a bit when he speaks, and his eyes don't want to stay open long enough for him to focus them.

...'m s'rry., Yen. For hittn' you. Gods, I'm so s'rry! I don' know why 'm bein' such a child...

Hush. You're exhausted. And a little drunk. You've had a lot to deal with, but it's over now. We're here. Everything is alright now.

Geralt, from the front seat *supportive Hm.*

Jaskier sleepily mumbles something about the blanket, and Yennefer rolls her eyes. She's annoyed that he's so pressed about what she and Geralt might think of him, but she keeps her tone gentle

Geralt and I both have our own attachment objects--you've seen them. For f***k sake, you've seen me carry mine around the house when I have a hard day. Believe me when I say no one is going to make fun of you.

'ow long...?

Since last year, Songbird. We can talk more tomorrow, if you feel up to it. You need to rest now. Ok?

Jaskier doesn't reply, but Yen feels him relax, heartbeat slowing to a normal rythm under the pressure of her hand on his chest.

The stress of the past few weeks, plus the stress of tonight's incident have left him physically and emtionally exhausted.

The feeling of being safe, of Yen's hands, of the familiar smell and feel of his blanket, Geralt's 'Hm' s at something Yen says to him, and the motion of the van puts Jaskier right to sleep.

Geralt parks Roach and goes to get Jaskier off Yennefer's lap. He completely forgets she's in Soft!Yennefer Mode and the van is suddenly filled with fierce whispering

What are you thinking, dragging him up by the arm like that???

I know you're not going to just toss him over your shoulder like a sack of flour!

Don't you dare, Geralt! You carry him properly!

Don't jostle him so much! You're going to wake him up!

Don't forget the blanket!

Wrap it around him.

Not like that!

Ugh! You're doing it wrong!

Don't 'Shhh!' me!

Jaskier mumbles incoherenltly in his sleep as Geralt juggles him into an unconscious arm carry

Geralt freezes, holding his breath as Jaskier snuffles and rubs his eye.

Look! You woke up your bard, Geralt!

Well? Rock him back to sleep!

Don't look at me like that! You heard me!

You better change that tone you just 'Hm' ed at me in, Mister, and get rocking!

Geralt suppresses a put upon sigh and starts gently rocking, even though Jaskier was never fully awake to beign with. But whatever makes Yen happy...

Geralt carefully carries him into the house, and to his room. Jaskier wakes up enough to help get his own shoes, socks and pants off before deciding he wants to shower.

Yennefer makes Geralt sit in the bathroom with him, just to make sure he doesn't fall asleep and accidentally unalive himself.

He comes out in a ratty t-shirt and clean boxers, with Geralt half carrying him.

He's barely awake as Geralt lays him down on his side and covers him. He grunts, rolling half onto his back, reaching his hand up by his head to paw at the edge of pillow.

Geralt leans over and takes his hand, giving it a little squeeze. Jaskier pulls his hand free with a sleepy, annoyed grumble and keeps groping around.

Yennefer knows what he's looking for. She snorts quietly in amusement at Geralt's offended expression and lays the patched blanket over Jaskier.

He rolls back onto his side and relaxes. She leans down and brushes a kiss against his cheek, and he's out like a light.

It's a tight fit, but Yen and Geralt crowd into the bed, their exhausted friend tucked safely in between them.

Geralt shifts around, getting comfortable, and as he's falling asleep thinks to Yennefer That thing could use a good wash...

I could say the same thing about your attachment object, Mr. Tattered Old Hoodie I Hide In When I Don't Have My Emotional Support Bard! And that old t-shirt you sleep with over your face! When was the last time you washed them?

*Grumpy 'Hmm'* Around the same time you washed that raggedy, bad taxidermy looking fox plush you can't sleep-!

F**k you, Sammy's a cat! Now shut up so I can sleep!

Yennefer ignores Geralt's smug 'Hm', pulling Jaskier's blanket up a little closer to his face as he stirs briefly to roll onto his stomach.

She strokes his hair, whispering quietly to him as he reflexively wraps his hand in a dingy corner of the blanket and tucks it up against his face, making a quiet noise in his sleep before settling.

Geralt and Yennefer move a little closer to their bard and drift off to sleep.

#the witcher #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #yennifer #yennefer of vengerberg #geraskier #yennskier #yenneskier #yenskier #geraskifer #the witcher headcanon #soft!yennefer #soft!geralt #jaskier whump #twn #the witcher netflix #yennaskier #geraskefer #battle cries headcanon

[ragingbookdragon]

My Dark Knight

A Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language (I think? I don't fuckin' remember.)

Author's Note: The only cringe I got from this story was the title. It's so fucking cheesy bruh. Enjoy! -Thorne

Bruce was a mystery to her. The longer she dated him, the more she realized the image he projected was a cover, hiding the real man underneath. One time they’d gone on a date to the new escape rooms that had been built in Gotham, and the entire time they’d been inside, she could tell the person she’d gone in with, was not the same person locked in with her. His eyes had narrowed as he scanned the room, sometimes lingering on certain items placed around. She watched him for a moment, then his eyes met hers, and he immediately grinned, eyes losing their hardness, taking on a mirthful appearance. “Find anything to start with?” he’d asked her, then followed up with, “I don’t even know where to start.” She might’ve fallen off the back of a wagon, but it sure as hell wasn’t last night.

She handed him a slip of paper, observing how his mood shifted once more, turning solemn as he read it. It baffled her to no end, wondering why someone like him would become so serious and concerned at times. The image he projected to Gotham was the model of billionaire-playboy, something that he played well; other times he acted goofy, giving Gotham the loveable-goober, they exasperatedly appreciated. But what got to her the most, was how solemn he would become. It would happen at random times, and though she would never admit it, it took her a God awful, embarrassingly long amount of time to realize it occurred when police sirens would sound.

***

They lay on her couch, (Y/N)’s back pressed up against his chest as they stretched their legs out in front of them. A good meal and a few glasses of wine had them cuddled up and laughing about the most random things.

She held the magazine up, showing him the cover. “That’s a good picture of you.” He hummed in amusement, listening as she said, “You’ve got that little half-smirk on your lips.” She turned her head, seeing the same smirk looking back at her. “I like it.”

His eyes filled with mirth as he leaned forward, gently pulling the magazine from her hands. He let it flutter to the floor and (Y/N) let out a small laugh as he started pressing kisses to her cheek and neck. “Bruce Wayne, you’re a scoundrel.” The hum he returned was quiet, but it was an answer to her all the same.

A moment later, his lips had stilled against her skin, pulling her from the moment she was in and causing confusion. “Bruce?” She craned her neck, trying to see him. “Is everything alright?” (Y/N) caught his eyes, seeing him staring silently out the window.

Seconds later, a police cruiser passed by, blue lights blazing as her eyes darted to catch it. Something in his eyes worried her and she rested a hand along his jaw, coercing his gaze to hers. “It’s probably nothing…just plain old, Gotham crime.”

When he finally looked at her, his eyes still carried their sharpness, and while it concerned her, it didn’t truly become understandable until a few days later.

***

She hadn’t met the rest of his children, only Tim from the times she’d visited the office; the two seemed to get along well, their backgrounds being similar, and she developed a mothering fondness for the boy; he didn’t seem to mind being doted on by her either.

(Y/N) stepped through the doors to his office, seeing his son sitting at his desk. “Hi Timmy. You look like you’re having a busy day?”

He glanced up from the laptop, giving her a smile. “Hey Miss (Y/N).” He looked back down. “It’s not too bad…meeting days usually aren’t.” He paused, eyes meeting hers once more. “Are you here for Bruce?”

She nodded, stepping closer to his desk. “He texted saying he was in a meeting and that he’d be done around eleven-thirty.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “Mind if I impose for a few minutes?”

Tim returned her smile in kindness, shaking his head. “Not at all. In fact, I could use your help organizing.”

(Y/N) nodded, moving beside his desk. As she gathered his files, a certain ring binder caught her eye, and she tapped it. “This doesn’t look like the usual files you boys have…what it is?”

Tim glanced at it, voice dropping as he admitted, almost bashfully, “Oh that’s…a personal binder…I forgot I’d brought it here.” He reached over, flipping it open, and (Y/N) took in the sight of hundreds of photos of the Dark Knight and his partners.

She took a seat on the arm of his chair, gazing at them; one photo caught her eye, and she pointed it out. “That one.”

Tim stopped trying to flip the page, looking at the photo. “What about it?”

(Y/N) stared at the image of Batman standing on the ledge. The picture wasn’t as clear as she’d like, and it was a bit far, but she could see a familiar smirk on his face.

Tim’s eyebrows furrowed and he asked, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

She blinked, smile appearing on her face as she nodded. “I’m fine…just in thought for a moment.” She gestured to the picture. “Do you think you could make a copy of that for me?”

He nodded, albeit confused, picking up a few of the pages, murmuring, “I’ve got better photos of him in here. Clearer ones.”

(Y/N) shook her head, pointing at the photo. “I want that one.”

Tim shrugged, pulling the photograph from the plastic slip before moving to the printer. A moment later, he took a copy of the photo from the top, handing to her, watching as she folded it and tucked it away in her purse.

“Any reason why it was that photo?”

As she opened her mouth to respond, the door to the office opened, and Bruce appeared in the entry. He smiled at her. “(Y/N).”

She rose from the chair, putting the purse strap on her arm; she glanced down at Tim and whispered, “I’m a big fan of Batman when he doesn’t look like he’s angry at the world.” Tim snorted, and she moved to Bruce, placing a hand on his arm. “Hi Bruce.” The two waved at the teenager before leaving for lunch.

***

A few hours later, she sat on her couch, staring between the photograph and the magazine. Her eyes rested on the photo, then she slowly drug them to the magazine and she sighed, “There’s no way…I’m just imagining this.” Apprehensively, she picked up the marker, moving it to his face on the magazine. “He’s not Batman…he’s not Batman…”

She colored in the top half of his face, then added two ears and breathed, “Oh holy mother of God…He’s the Batman.” (Y/N) held the magazine and photo side by side, disbelief in her gaze as understanding flooded her thoughts. Before she knew it, she was rising from the couch, making her way to the front door.

***

She pulled up to the manor and climbed the steps, knuckles rapping against the door as she waited. The door opened, revealing the butler; he was surprised to see her but quickly recovered. “Miss (Y/N). We weren’t expecting you tonight.”

(Y/N) flashed a smile and responded, “I know…I’m sorry for showing up at late notice but…I need to speak to Bruce.”

He nodded, letting her inside. “Master Bruce is in his room, but you’re welcome to wait in the living room while I fetch him.”

(Y/N) hummed, following him into the room. He left her standing by the couch, his sons sitting there, eyes wide as they looked at her.

She waved at them. “Hi boys…Hi Tim.”

He waved back at her, then his other sons rose from the couch, extending their hands. “Dick Grayson, I’m the oldest.”

She shook it, smiling, then took the other’s hand. “Jason Todd, I’m second oldest.”

(Y/N) dropped his hand, glancing at the younger boy who was glaring at her. “From what Bruce described, you must be Damian.”

He glared at her. “How much is he paying you to be his escort?”

Jason reacted immediately, turning to the boy. “Oi!”

(Y/N) simply smiled and returned, “Probably about as much as he paid your mom to be his.”

Damian’s eyes widened in shock as his mouth went slack, obviously not expecting such a sharp comeback.

She knelt to his height and gently closed his mouth. “You’ll catch flies, sweetheart.” She stood back up, smiling as Bruce walked into the living room.

“(Y/N)? Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

She turned, looking at him. “Uh…sort of?” She paused, then murmured, “Kinda had a lifechanging revelation at my place about twenty minutes ago.” His eyes filled with confusion, then she revealed, “You’re him…you’re Batman, aren’t you?”

The room went silent as her words hit each of them, and she watched the billionaire persona fall away as The Dark Knight appeared. “…How’d you find out?”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, the weight of his gaze beginning to make her nervous; she wrung her hands, voice quiet. “I didn’t until tonight…with a little help from a photo and a magazine…” She paused, then said, “You’re really him, aren’t you?” She glanced at the boys. “And they’re…them. Nightwing…Red Hood…Red Robin…Robin.”

Her gaze turned back to him. “You guys are the Batfamily.”

Bruce stared at her a moment, then walked past her murmuring, “Follow me.”

She obeyed, walking behind him into the study. Bruce twisted the hands of the clock, then a doorway appeared; he took her hand, leading her down the darkened stairway. When they got to the bottom, he led her to a wall of suits.

They stood in front of it, and she watched his stare turn almost sad as he looked at them. “…I was going to tell you in time.” He glanced over at her. “It looks like you beat me to it.”

(Y/N) looked away, frown crossing her lips as she apologized, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to take that right from you.”

Bruce’s hand tightened around hers, and she looked back up at him. “You did take that right from me.” He eyed her, that smirk crossing his lips as he quipped, “But I know ways that you can make it up to me.”

(Y/N) huffed in disbelief, letting go of his hand. “You scoundrel.”

His smirk grew as he rounded on her, hands taking hold of her hips. “Oh, I’m not a scoundrel.”

She laughed as he pressed her against the glass suit holder. “You are a scoundrel and if you want me to make it up to you…” (Y/N) pointed to one of the suits. “Let me try that on and I will.”

Bruce chuckled, leaning close, his breath on her lips as he purred, “Where’s the point in that? It’ll just get taken off.”

(Y/N) glanced over at the case, then back to him, and begged, “But I really wanna try the suit on.” She curled her hands in his sweater, pleading with him. “Please Bruce? Just for a couple minutes?”

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you really want to try the suit on?”

(Y/N) nodded fervently, hands patting his chest as she spoke excitedly. “And the belt. I wanna wear the utility belt.”

After watching her for a moment, he relented, and a few minutes later, she stood in the center of the cave, the suit barely fitting on her.

(Y/N) pulled the cowl on, eyes searching the cave until she found him; she grinned, pulling a deep voice as she posed. “I’m Batman.” Bruce let out a deep sigh through his nose and she asked, “How many times have you heard people do that?”

He grunted. “Too many.”

She smiled, walking over to him. “I just want you to know that this is badass, but this thing also weighs a ton.” (Y/N) rested her chin against his chest, staring at him. “You’re very strong, Bruce.”

He stared back at her, countering, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, thumbs sticking under the cowl as she pulled it off; she gently took his hands, caressing the back of them, and murmured, “…I love you.” His eyes widened and she squeezed his hands, reiterating, “I love you, Bruce.”

He seemed to hesitate in his answer, but she didn’t mind, letting go of his hands in favor of wrapping her arms around him. “You don’t have to say it back yet…I know it’s early.” (Y/N) leaned into him, pressing her lips to his cheek. “But I just want you to know that I do…” She pulled away, steel-blue eyes following her as she did.

She waited for him, then he took her hand and muttered, “…I’m not an easy man to understand.”

(Y/N) smiled, gently shaking her head. “I’ve got all the time in the world to understand.”

He swallowed, meeting her eyes. “Most of my time is directed to—” Bruce gestured to the cave. “This…I don’t know if I can offer you what you want.”

(Y/N) brought his hand up to her face, pressing kisses to his palm. “Your love is all I could ever want…my Dark Knight.”

Before he could respond, a scoff sounded by the stairs followed by a voice, griping, “My Dark Knight. How original.”

The two pulled back, and she watched Bruce reach down, plucking something from the utility belt around her waist. He pulled away and chucked it towards the stairs, then a yelp sounded. “That hurt, old man!”

Bruce grinned, wrapping his arms around (Y/N). “Good. I meant for it to.”

Laughter followed, then his sons came into view, and Tim quipped, “So, we’re not lobotomizing her for figuring out our secret?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, but Bruce’s arms tightened around her waist as he denounced, “Not the best joke, Tim.

He pointed finger guns at her. “Sorry (Y/N)…just kidding.”

She let out a laugh that seemed more forced than not. “I would hope so.” (Y/N) cleared her throat, pulling away from Bruce’s arms. “I should probably change out of this now.”

As she took a step, a siren sounded from the Batcomputer, making them look towards it; Bruce looked back at the boys and nodded. “Go.”

Each of them moved, and she waited for them to come back. When they did, the boys passed by, giving waves and smiles (even Damian), until all that remained was her and Bruce. She stared at him, seeing him in his suit up close for the first time.

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, tracing the symbol on his chest. “Well…go save Gotham, Batman.”

A small smile crossed his lips, and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. As he pulled away, Bruce murmured, “I’ll be back soon.”

She nodded. “Be careful…you and the boys…please.”

Bruce gave a quick nod, then walked off. He got a few feet away, then turned around, gazing at her. “(Y/N)?” She glanced at him and he confessed, “I love you too.”

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[americxn]

Hi, I am absolutely living for your fics (run especially!!) I had an idea for a possible Kai fic if you have time. What if Kai keeps the reader separate from the cult and acts almost like pre-cult Kai with her. But one day (maybe after he thinks Winter is the mole) he loses his mind and goes to the reader for comfort?! Idk maybe it could be angsty or sweet or smutty just a rough idea ☺️

Unpredictable (Kai x Reader)

a/n: I’M BACK. sorry this took me such a long time to post, I couldn’t quite figure out how to write it but here it is! (i lowkey hate this i’m so sorry)

wordcount: 2k

Pulling up the handbrake of your car, you pushed open the door, ensuring to grab your phone and keys before stepping out into the cool night air. The illuminated windows of Kai’s kitchen lit up the driveway, showing you the path to the front door.  You breathed in the night air, excited to see your boy after a long day of work. Not bothering to knock, you pulled open the front door, pausing to take off your shoes before entering the main part of the house, humming softly to yourself. You paused when Kai voice rose to meet you, coming from the kitchen to your left. He was muttering angrily, his voice almost imperceptibly raised in pitch, a sure sign that he was stressed. “Kai?” You called, hurrying into the kitchen to see him bent over the kitchen counter, his hands covering his face whilst his phone rested on the surface before him. Beverly stood silently on the other side of the room, a chopping board covered in sliced vegetables occupying her. “Kai?” You repeated. This time he heard you as you stepped into the kitchen with a concerned frown. He snatched up his phone, his eyes widening slightly as he beheld you before putting his phone off speaker and raising it to his ear. “No, I don’t care. She should be here.” He gritted down the phone, walking over to you and bracing an arm around your waist. His body was tense against yours.

You peered up at him as he spat down the phone, his face glowing an angry red, his eyes wild. “Kai?” You whispered a third time, trying to get him to look at you. He glanced to you, pinching the bridge of his nose before pulling the phone away from his ear. “Hi, lamb. Give me a minute, okay? Go upstairs, I’ll join you in a few.”  Although his voice was calm, you could tell that it was forced, his lip curling in rage as he addressed you before giving you a light shrug towards the kitchen door. You turned slowly, glancing at Beverly who shook her head in warning, encouraging you silently to heed his direction. Turning away fully, your ensured that your hand brushed against Kai’s in a soft gesture of affection before vacating the room. You made it only halfway up the stairs before Kai’s roar of fury ripped through the house, swiftly followed by the distinct sound of something shattering. You were back down the stairs and into the kitchen within a matter a seconds, beholding Kai with wide eyes. He stood in the centre of the room, shouting furiously down the phone, spittle flying from his mouth and a thick, angry vein prominently running up the centre of his forehead. At his feet, the crystalline vase that had once housed a bunch of summery flowers on the centre of the kitchen island lay in shatters around his feet, the flowers limp and broken on the floor. His phone quickly joined the mess of shards on the floor, Kai not even bothering to hang up on the caller before chucking it to the hard floor, the screen instantly splintering into a spider web of deep cracks. “Kai.” You barked, Beverly quickly skirting around the mess on the floor and exiting the room. You couldn’t blame her, Kai never acted like this and you weren’t too sure how to deal with it either.  His head snapped up to you, his nostrils flared and eyes wide in savage anger, his laboured breathing audible even from across the room. “What the fuck is going on?” You questioned, carefully picking your way through the mess of shards of broken glass and taking his face in your hands. “Look at me.” You ordered calmly, watched as his pupils dilated slightly at the sight of your concerned face as it appeared before his. You allowed your thumbs to trace soft, loving patterns on his cheeks as you held him, his fingers clasping tightly onto your wrists as his eyes drifted shut under your touch.  You waited patiently for his breathing to even out slightly, his grip slowly loosening on your wrists notifying you that he was calmed by your presence. “Are you okay?” You whispered eventually, peering up at him under a concerned frown. He nodded tightly, his jaw clenching and working beneath your touch. “Come with me.” You encouraged gently, his eyes opening as you pulled your hands away from his face, taking his hands in yours instead. “Careful.” You murmured, helping him navigate through the scattered shards of brutally sharp glass, a product of his fury. He was completely silent as you led him away from the kitchen and up the stairs, your hands clutched tightly in his hold. Pushing the door open with a foot, you led him into his bedroom, perching him on the edge of the bed and shutting the door softly behind you. He kept his dark gaze trained on the floor as you turned to him, approaching him with slow caution, trying to gauge how he was feeling. “Do you wanna talk about it?” To your upmost dismay and complete shock, Kai’s face crumpled at your words, a rosy hue settling over his cheeks. In the three years that you and Kai had been together, you had never seen him cry.  You cursed under your breath, hurrying to where he sat and pulling his body to yours. His arms immediately snaked around your waist, his head burying into your stomach. His shoulders shook slightly at the force of his sobs, small, broken cries emanating from his hidden face. His heaving cries were interrupted by tiny hiccups and squeaks, his hot tears soaking into the thick material of your soft sweater. You rubbed slow circles in between his shoulder blades, unsure of how to comfort him aside from offering sweet reassurances. His arms clutched around you tighter, pulling your body even closer to him. Eventually, when his cries had quietened, his sobs less frequent, you knelt down before him, his head emerging from the fabric of your sweater as you did so. Your heart cracked in two at the sight of his swollen eyes, his cheeks blotchy and red, his eyes teary.  You ran the backs of your hands across his cheeks tenderly, collecting any stray tears from his hot skin before leaning in to press an adoring kiss to his swollen, salty lips. “Baby?” You asked, his eyes slowly rising to meet yours. He sniffled, but replied with a thick, “yeah?” “What’s the matter? I’ve seen you like this before.” With another sniffle, he looked down at the floor, his shoulder curving inwards with vulnerability. “It’s nothing.” You scoffed lightly, searching his eyes. “It’s most certainly not nothing, mister. You shattered Winter’s favourite vase, she won’t be very happy.” You were joking of course, just trying the lighten the mood. But his face hardened at the mention of her name, his eyes narrowing to puffy slits. “That bitch.” He spat, taking you by complete surprise once more as he stood up abruptly, stepping around you and heading for the door. “No, Kai. Wait.” You begged, catching his hand just as he reached the door. He spun on you, but you didn’t shrink away. “Tell me what’s happening. What’s going on with Winter?” His lip curled but you held your ground, staring right at him. “She betrayed me. And the rest of us. “Rest of who?” You didn’t even know why you bothered asking, you knew exactly what he was referring to. “The fucking cult.” He gritted out. Your heart sank at the mention of the cult; you didn’t associate with it. You pretended that it didn’t exist and Kai let you. It was just apart of your dynamic. “She’s been spying on me or some shit. A mole. She’s the one who has been planting those fucking bugs all over the house.” His eyes glinted with returning wildness. You released his hand, running your palms over your face. “Have you spoken to her?” Kai seemed to still at this, his eyes glazing over with cold fury. “No.” He spat, once again turning for the door. You grabbed ahold of his forearm, stopping him once more. “Don’t you think that it would be a good idea to actually talk to her about it before jumping to a conclusion? Who did you even hear that from?” Kai’s cheeks reddened once more with agitation at the truth of your words. His gaze once again dropped to the floor, Kai finding your feet suddenly very interesting. “Speed Wagon.” He mumbled. “Speed - Speed Wagon?” You repeated, incredulity evident in your tone. “Yes.” His answer was short, blunt. You sighed through your nose, watching as Kai’s eyes once again filled with tears. “No, look it’s okay.” You hurried, moving your grip from his arm to his hand, pulling him back over to the bed as his lower lip wobbled. “I’m sorry, I... I wouldn’t get it.” You excused, feeling guilty for being so submissive at his explanation. Even if you knew very little about it, you knew how much his cult meant to him. “No, it’s fine.” He mumbled, his face red as he swiped away the few tears that rolled down his puffy cheeks. “It’s not, you’re stressed out and I -” The rest of your words were snatched from you when Kai’s hand clasped suddenly onto your throat, pushing you back and pinning you the bed. You let out a surprised squeak, your eyes wide as Kai’s face appeared above yours, his hair hanging limply around his face. “I said, it’s fine.” He hissed, his eyes flashing as his hand pressed your throat even further into the mattress, constricting your air flow and leaving you gasping to suck down as much air as would fit around his hold. “Kai.” You rasped, frozen in place under his harsh stare, his palm warm and rough in its position on your neck. “Why can’t you understand?” He growled, pulling your upper body off the bed slightly before slamming you back down in emphasis, the springs hidden in the mattress creaking with the impact. You stared up at him, your eyes widened in a silent plea. His pupils dilated suddenly, his jaw relaxing as he hurriedly released you, sitting back on the bed beside you. Sitting up slowly, you stared at him, ignoring the slight ache in your throat when you swallowed. Kai exhaled through his nose slowly, his hand raising to push back the free strands of limp blue hair. “Sorry.” You whispered into the silence, watching him wearily.  He had scared you. His dark eyes flicked to yours, his gaze now tamed. Beholding the fear he had instilled in you, he shook his head. “Don’t you dare apologise. I’m sorry.”  “No, I shouldn’t have pushed-”  “Stop. I’m sorry. ” Your rambling was interrupted by perhaps the most genuine apology you had ever received from him, causing words to evade you completely.  Kai looked away, his hands itching to reach for you and pull you to him. Instead, he pushed himself to his feet, walking with trailing steps to the door. You surveyed him carefully, watching the tension in the hand he placed on the handle of the door. “I understand if you want to leave. I need to go to my meeting.” And with that he left, his evident remorse still hanging thick in the air.  You stared after him as he shut the door with careful restraint, clearing your throat with a small wince and trying to unpack what the hell had just happened. His grasp on your throat still lingered as the ghost of a touch, the image of his wild eyes flashing down at you prominent in the forefront of your mind. And it broke your heart to allow the thought to manifest but you knew that the Kai you had just witnessed was the Kai walking down the stairs to the basement. It was all you do but hope that the Kai that emerged from his cult meeting wasn’t the same Kai that had just left the room as you lay back on the bed, running a single finger across the hollow of your throat and settling into the silence of the room. 

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[ofhouseadama]

15 OR 41 dealer’s choice

41. “call me that again.”

They're in the middle of what they fondly call "boring married sex" when it happens.

They're in a position that's on the lazier end of things they prefer, Ed thrusting into her as he covers her with his body, braced on his forearms. Lorraine has her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, her legs wrapped a little more tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back to keep the angle pleasant -- not too deep, the head of his cock sliding along her g-spot and the ridge of his pelvis putting pressure on her clit as he rolls his hips again and again and again.

Forehead to forehead, staring deep into the other's eyes -- when they can manage to keep them open, anyway.

It's the kind of love making that's like a station wagon. It's not the sexiest, it's not the fastest, but it's utilitarian and it'll definitely both get them there without messing up their hair.

Lorraine finds her mind drifting in a pleasant haze. He'd gone down on her and made her come before laying in the cradle of her legs and sliding inside her, and if he keeps up this pace and angle she'll come again with the kind of gentle orgasm that makes her want to stretch out and fall asleep.

A little faster, she thinks. A little bit faster and I'll get there, she knows that she'll get there--

Almost as if on cue, Ed picks up the pace, fisting his hands into the sheets and adjusting his weight back onto his knees. His weight drives her down into the mattress, and there's nothing she can do put squeeze her eyes shut and hold onto him even tighter, her nails making little half-moon indents on his shoulders.

Nuzzling her face, his nose pressing into the side of hers, his voice sounds like a low, calm rasp. "That's it, baby girl. I'm gonna get you there."

"Call me that again," she gasps out.

His hips stutter, before stopping entirely. Lorraine opens her eyes, half bewildered and half concerned.

"Honey?"

Ed blinks down at her, brows furrowed. "Did you just... did you just read my mind, word for word?"

"Huh?"

"What did I just say to you?"

"You said..." she takes a gulp of air, trying to stop the instinctual urge to grind down onto his erection. "You said, that's it, baby girl, I'm gonna get you there."

Her response just makes his brows crease together in one dark line. Shifting, he pushes himself up onto his hands, staring down at her. "Yeah, I thought that. Because you said you wanted me to go a little bit faster."

"No Ed, I thought that, too." Frowning gently, she skirts her hands down from his shoulders to curl her fingers around his biceps. "Did you... did you just read my mind, word for word?"

His expression turns to one of absolute puzzlement. "You definitely said that, hon. You asked me to go faster."

"Honey, I thought that. I am sure that I thought that," she replies, playing over the past minute or so in her mind. She's... she's so sure that she only thought that. Her eyes were closed, their foreheads were pressed together, he was making her feel good. She was content to just lie there and feel good. "I don't... I don't make a habit of telling you what to do when you're making me feel good." He tilts his head at her, and she doesn't need to read his mind to read his face. "Often. I don't make a habit of it often." His expression shifts to something more thoughtful. "What?"

"I'm just... thinking."

He lowers himself, brushing their lips together before pushing back up.

"Okay, well don't think too hard, you'll go soft," she counters, rubbing her thumbs over the muscles of his upper arms. Eyes pinching in response, he braces himself, and pistons his hips into her, hard. It sends a shock of arousal down her spine. "Ah!"

"What was that?" he asks, nipping at her mouth.

"Nothing." Laughing, she wraps her arms around him and pulls him close, until his chest is pushed up against her breasts. "Nothing at all, honey."

Slowly, he starts up again, resting his brow against hers. Almost immediately, her body floods with warmth and her mind empties of thoughts -- peace, comfort, trust are what she can name about what she feels.

But she senses something more.

"What if... what if the connection goes both ways?" he asks, several long moments later. "Especially in moments like this when we're already..."

His voice drifts off.

"Connected?" she supplies.

"Literally and spiritually, I suppose." His mouth splits wide with a grin, before kissing her softly, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth, coaxing her lips open. Eventually, he pulls away for a breath, dropping a chain of kisses along her cheekbone. "You want me to call you baby girl?"

I could stand to hear it more often, she thinks, testing out his theory.

She thinks he can sense the difference this time, that he's hearing her in his head. Or her head. She's not going to be able to focus enough right now to parse that out.

"Yeah?" he asks, sounding a little breathless.

She can't stop the bright smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and then Ed does something very clever with his hips, making her cry out. It takes her another moment to respond. "It makes me feel like we're teenagers sneaking out to get each other off in the back of your car again."

Well, then, baby girl--

Oh, this is trouble.

Lorraine has a feeling they're going to have a little too much fun with this.

#ask #brittanias #the conjuring #ed warren #lorraine warren #fic #mine #lored #otp: i forgot my pills #emily watches the conjuring

[1000fiction]

Day 8: Menstrual Sex ft. Cicero

Relationship:  M/F

Species: Unspecified

Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Period sex

Summary: Mother nature is a cruel mistress, but when relief is required from her most painful bounty, the listener and her keeper seek each other in their most vulnerable moment. 

The listener was absent – Cicero observed unamused. Whilst this was not strange, it was strange for him to not be informed. Had she gone on a contract? No, she would have surely asked for his company as she always did. It was then a realisation hit him, and quickly he counted the days since her body's last purge. It was most certainly the correct week, and so it was likely the listener was indeed hiding away in her private quarters.

Such a day was one of few excuses to leave his mother unattended, and instead spoil his listener as he longed to do daily. He was swift about gathering necessities, a soft towel, a clean cloth, a full jug of water, and two sweet rolls. It was safe to assume she hadn’t eaten, and heaven forbid he attempt to feed her something healthy on the heaviest day of her flow.

He hesitated briefly – as he always did – outside her door, the words “my door is always open to you, sweet keeper” echoing quietly in his head before he finally shouldered it open.

He found her as predicted, reclining against the headboard with her knees tucked as tight as she could to her chest, a towel clenched firmly between her bare legs, and Nazir’s handwritten contracts littering the bed, evidence of a desperate want of distraction. He took a moment, as he quietly closed the door, to take in her appearance. No bright eyes, no welcoming smile, she was tired, pained, and considerably disheveled. No doubt, his listener was suffering from an intense flow, mother nature demanding compensation for such a gentle cycle the previous month.

“Fret not dear listener, your keeper is here to take care of you.” His voice was music to her ears as he began his ritual, a tired smile gracing her features for the first time today.

Hydration came first, and the keeper sat at her side, idly tracing the skin of her thigh as she drank from the jug. Having drunk her fill, he swept at her chin, wiping away the stray droplets that had trickled there.

Second came appearance, just because one felt wrecked needn’t mean they look it, and it was quietly reassuring knowing one’s struggles aren’t visible to the world. Only to her keeper. The cloth was dampened with the remaining water, and gently the keeper swept it across her face, effectively erasing the crust from the night's restless sleep. He continued to clean her as far as he could reach, her neck, her collarbones, behind her ears, and even so far as to scrub at her fingernails.

Refreshed, and in good company, the listener had already begun to feel better, but that didn’t quell the intense pain her muscles were experiencing. Which led finally, to her physical condition. As gentle as he had been with everything so far, Cicero ordered them to roll over, arms folded to rest their head upon as they stretched out on their stomach. The old towel was taken, thrown into the empty jug, and he laid the new softer material beneath their pelvis.

The removal of his gloves was an intimate act in the listener's eyes, only the most important people in the jester’s life were allowed his naked touch, and she was one so lucky. The fragrance of a soothing balm met her nostrils as the scent permeated the room, the keeper smoothing it into his hands to ensure not a single callous scratched her skin. His weight made the bed dip, but he was careful to not lay too much of it upon his listener as he straddled their behind.

His hands were quick to work, firmly rubbing from the aching lower back to the tense shoulder blades. his hands were warm, thank Sithis, and she’d missed his touch. It was sincerely comforting to know the intimacy they shared, and the ministrations against the listener's skin had her mind drifting from the pain to other, more pleasurable, thoughts.

He cared for her oh so well, jumping to tend to her needs without hesitation. He was skilled in far more than stealth and death. He knew how to please her, it was instinct, an old instinct that blurred the line between the personas of his past self and the jester she’d first met with the broken wagon. It would have been lovely though to indulge in, to read too deeply into, but the listener found herself thoroughly distracted by the growing bulge pressing against the curve of her rear.

The keeper, despite his dedication to his ‘family’, was still a man, and the feel of his listener's skin beneath bare fingertips never failed to awaken senses he’d usually bury beneath duty. The listener didn’t mind - as she consistently reminded - to assist with such matters, as his pleasure was her way of rewarding his dedication, and cicero did so love being rewarded.

The feeling of his growing cock had the listener arching into him, the keeper groaning as his listener presented herself to him. He bent to kiss at her neck in thanks, silently parting his clothes just enough to slip out his cock. It rested heavily against her, and he slowly rutted between her cheeks, the long drags synchronised with the stroking of his hands across her back.

She felt herself seep, though with blood or wetness she wasn’t sure, but the need was undoubtedly there. Her aching hole craved attention equally as much as her muscles, but only one was receiving such delicious attention. A quiet whimper left her lips, her hips rising higher.

Not one to keep his listener waiting, Cicero stuffed a pillow beneath her, he would never allow her to exert so much energy holding herself up when she was in so much pain. Comfortably supported, he rocked back, the head of his cock trailing the curve of her ass till it met the lips that concealed her quim. He pressed in, feeling slick and hot liquid against his sensitive skin, his trickle of precum mixing with her mess.

He knew some men were cowardly enough to cringe at such a sensation, but he felt there was no feeling more rewarding than pleasuring his listener and relieving her pain simultaneously.

She was tighter than usual, and her cunt gave resistance as he pressed his prick deeper into her. Reeling at the sensation, a sharp inhaled gasp sounding as he stretched her inner walls. The keeper keened, relishing for a moment as his listener welcomed him into her most private place.

His thrusts could hardly be called such, slow languid movement that caressed her inner walls with patience that inferred he’d be taking all the time in the world. His hands resumed their stroke along her back, the heels of his palms digging deep into her muscles as his cock sank deeper into her quim.

When blissfully hilted, he peppered the listener's neck and shoulders with feather-light kisses, a stark contrast to the weight he pressed into her.

The position didn’t allow for depth, but the pleasure was no less intense, and the heat from her companion seeped into her skin and soothed her, mind, body, and soul. Her eyes lost focus, and her head became empty of thought, the only sensation being complete relaxation over her entire being, as cicero once again resumed his torturously delicious motion.

His hips rolled without pause, and despite the slowly tightening knot in the pits of his stomach, his hands still soothed against his listeners back. His grin grew, chest swelling as he observed his listener drift in and out of reality, her teeth grazing the skin of her arm as uncontrolled gasps and moans dribbled from her mouth.

He picked up his pace imperceivably with each roll of his hips, and it was with the tightening of the listeners cunt around him, the release of her own rolling orgasm, and the dreamy unfocused pronunciation of his name that he braced his hands against her lower back, lifting his hips ever so slightly in order to thrust and finally chase his own release. He felt as if he were to burn up, the coil too tight to hold back, but the feeling of his listener around him too good to finish. He found himself lost in his orgasm; their title of listener thrown to the wind as their name flowed from his lips in gracious thanks. It was only in this moment they were his identity truly blurred, and the emotions she brought upon him made him feel far too human.

In a moment of indulgence, he pressed his body against hers, drinking in the smell of their sex on her skin, and kissing her behind the ear as she faded into very needed sleep.

“I love you.”

#Skyrim #Skyrim x Reader #Kinktober #Kinktober 2019 #Cicero #Spicy

[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There:  6.2

Il Dottore entered your cell early the next morning and was followed by Childe.  "Rise!  It is the beginning of your contribution to Snezhnayan society!"  His entire demeanor reeked with a vivid excitement despite the bland atmosphere that sat within the cell.

But you, on the other hand, just looked blankly at him.  After all the crying you did yesterday, your determination and perseverance had renewed somewhat.  The bags under your eyes were still puffy and blotched with red.  Your skin felt dry and chapped long after the tears dried.

Your lack of enthusiasm seemed to upset the man, and he frowned.  He pulled an abnormally large syringe out of his coat pocket.  "I had a feeling you'll resist, so we'll make do with mild paralysis, yes?"  Your gaze slid to the tool that had to be as long as his own forearm.

Childe reacted when you shifted your attention to him.  "I believe this is the last we'll see each other, ojou-chan," he spoke as Dottore approached you.  "It's a shame we'll have to part ways like this, but have comfort in knowing our banters and battles were entertaining while they lasted."

"Stop."  You flinched as Dotorre grabbed your chained arm.  "I-I won't resist." That needle was large. Did it have to be that big?  Was it really necessary?  And the amount of liquid inside it--simply terrifying to look at.  "I won't resist."  You even made a point to hold still, but to no avail.  He wasn't going to stop.

"Remember what I said, ojou-chan.  I gave you a way out of this rough treatment."  The needle jabbed into your forearm, making you wince in pain as your eyes pleaded for Childe's help.  

Panic had begun to set in.  "Get off of me!"  You pushed at Il Dottore.  The force in your hands did nothing, and you quickly realized in complete horror that you were already losing feeling in your limbs.  What quick reflexes you had were now achingly slow and uncoordinated.  The harbinger stood and proceeded to carelessly toss the empty syringe onto the other end of the cell.

"Go ahead and escort her," Dottore called out for two Fatui agents in the hall.  They lifted your heavy body and began to drag you out of the cell.

"Wait!  You can't do this!  Tartaglia, please!"  Your screams echoed once you were pulled into the hallway.  The useless kicks of protest were weak against gravity.  "Stop this!"

"This is goodbye, ojou-chan."  Something humane and hesitant flickered in his eyes, but he saw you off with an ominous grin.

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Despite Diluc's apparent dislike towards Kaeya, Aether invited him on their mission anyway.  Things got heated pretty quickly, but Paimon managed to cool them down by insulting both of them whenever they got too heated.

It was day two of their caravan journey disguised as simple merchants.  Diluc manned the wagon while Kaeya walked along its left side, Xiao on the right, and Aether in the back.  Zhongli was scouting ahead, but stated he would not intervene once the group reached Snezhnaya.  They had barely managed to cross Fontaine's border without being detected by border patrol.  The weather here was more humid than that of Liyue or Mondstat.

"To think I would get such a humble request from the Hero of Mondstat,"  Kaeya spoke loud enough to get on Diluc's nerves.  "I never would have thought such a strong individual would need a Knight of Favonius.  Must be desperate times."  Diluc grumbled something under his breath, but kept his focus on the dirt path.  His hands were holding onto the reins a little too tight.

"We thought you'd be able to help us with diplomatic stuff since you're a Knight," Paimon admitted.  "You might be able to get us into the palace, right?"

"It's possible, but I wouldn't count on it," the knight shrugged carelessly.  

"We wouldn't dream of it," Diluc scoffed.

"Oh?  And is that because I'm associated with the Knights, or," Kaeya tested, "because you feel threatened by my presence?"

"You're as unreliable as them," Diluc retorted with a frown, finally facing his adopted brother.  "You fit right in with that group of--"

"NGH!"  Xiao doubled over from an unforeseen searing pain that tore through his chest.  He knelt to the ground and clutched at his sternum.  

"Xiao!"  Paimon and Aether ran toward him.  Zhongli, who was returning from his position to report back to the team, heard the shouts and came running.  Diluc stopped the caravan, and he and Kaeya joined the duo next to the yaksha.

"Haah...hah..."  Xiao heaved, sweat beading at the top of his forehead. "Tch."  The pain had just begun to subside when another one replaced it, this time in his shoulders.  Then his legs.  Then his back.  He was practically seeing spots by the time Zhongli reached him.  "Don't touch me!"  He swatted the air around him similar to that of a wounded animal.  "Urk..."

"What's hurting you?"  Zhongli observed the yaksha's behavior carefully.  He suffers from chronic pains, but I have yet to see him react so harshly.  "Do I need to get your medication?"

"I-I'm fine," he assured even though it was obvious the opposite was true.  His labored breathing brought concerned looks to everyone.

"You should rest in the wagon," Diluc spoke.  Then he turned to Aether.  "Is he well enough to accompany us?"

"Your eyes," Zhongli knelt before Xiao, "are glowing."  Like hers.

"So?"  I don't need useless observations of my pain. Ugh...  It doesn't compare to my past injuries, but it's enough to upset my stomach.  What is this?  His eyes frantically flit around the group's surroundings only to find nothing out of the ordinary.  Was I poisoned somewhere along the way?  I did not consume human food.  There was that merchant awhile back--

"Xiao," Zhongli snapped him out of his thoughts.  Once he regained the yaksha's attention, he repeated his words.  "When was the last time you took your pain killers?"

"This morning," he groaned.  "This doesn't happen."  The sun's cool rays suddenly acted like they were burning him alive.

"Have you heard anything from her?"

"Not in the past two days."  The pain is subsiding.  Xiao's shoulders slowly began to relax as he continued to try and steady his breathing.

"Do you hear anything now?  Perhaps recall random memories, or visions?"  This is the second newest side effect in the past three days...what could they possibly be doing to trigger this reaction in the two of them?  First, an emotional mirroring, and now with pain?  What are they tormenting her with?

"No.  It's just pain."

"I see."

"It's gone now,"  Xiao stood abruptly, ignoring the swaying earth beneath his feet.  Kaeya was about to grab his shoulder to steady him when Xiao's vision was obscured by red and yellow splotches.  His legs gave way from under him.

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"A nerve agent seems to react well with your eyes," Dottore chuckled, and he set the remaining syringe on the top of a stand to his left.

You couldn't really talk anymore, but your illuminated irises and the tears that streamed down your cheeks said plenty about the situation.  Your arms and legs were tied down with leather restraints, and your convulsing body lay atop a metal operating bench.  From what you could make out, this place was some type of arena, but Dottore didn't make you fight monsters of the abyss like you initially thought he would.

You would've preferred it if that were the case.

"Now I'll ask again," Dottore grinned manically and moved his face close to yours.  "How much do you know about your condition?"  His hair swayed as if to portray his sick enthusiasm.

"Nothing," you sobbed quietly.  Finally, the immense pain jolting through your bones was subsiding.  Relief washed over your twitching limbs similar to that of the tide.

"Childe told me you knew about our plans.  What did you think those were?"

When he began to reach for another syringe, you stopped him.  "Just that you want whatever's in my blood."

"Do you know the powers you possess?"  You shook your head.  "Haah..." Dottore sighed.  "Another lie."  He picked a new syringe up and tapped the excess liquid that spewed out of it.  "We are not fully aware of each aspect to your predicament; if we had the two of you here, we wouldn't need to pull the information out of you.  This would be much easier if you told me the truth of what you know.  That way, we wouldn't have a reason to test every substance on you, yes?"

"I don't know anything."

"Round three it is, then."

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"ALATUSSS!"  You screamed, now delirious from the never-ending onslaught of pain that you've been through for the past several hours.  Il Dottore paused his sadistic torture as if a light bulb had gone off in his head.

"Now that is a name you haven't yelled before," a slow smile crept upon his face as he watched your chest heave from exhaustion.  "Who is this 'Alatus?'"

"P-please," you whimpered.  You were drenched in sweat and tears now.

"How does round ten sound to you?"

"No," you whimpered helplessly, what's left of your fighting spirit finally shattering to pieces.

"Now now, Dottore," a woman's voice rang through the arena.  "We don't want her dying on us.  She's our only shot at this."  Signora came into view, and she eyed you like a piece of meat.  "Oh dear, you look tired."  Another tear dripped in response to her mocking tone.  Tension rose in your body yet again when she came to your side and examined you with cold eyes.  

"She's not under your jurisdiction, Signora," Dottore shrugged.  "If she had just given me the answers I was looking for, we would skip this step entirely.  But if she insists, I have no problem with torture."

"Oh?"  Signora narrowed her eyes at you.  "So then, who is Alatus, little one?  All this suffering would be over if you answer our questions."  She gently swiped the hair out of your face, a gesture that heavily contradicted the predatory expression on her face.

More tears rolled down the sides of your face as you stared back at her.  It hurts...everything hurts so bad, Xiao.  I can't fight... You choked down a sob and looked away from the harbingers.  I'm so tired...

"Resume your interrogation tomorrow.  She's drained."

Dottore grumbled something under his breath as he set aside his next syringe.  "Guards! Hurry up and untie her already!"  His subordinates immediately did as they were told, fearful of not moving fast enough to the harbinger's liking.  They dragged your limp body back to your cell.  

You were too exhausted to resist.

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Coming Up Next: An unexpected reunion.

#xiao genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #xiao fanfiction #genshin one shots

[rodeo-boots]

Idk who all you write for--but I see your requests are open, and I'd love some Hosea x reader (gender neutral or female) and maybe some nsfw? I'm open to anything, be it vanilla to kink--write what you want! Or, if you dont write hosea, maybe you could write some for Javier x reader? Anything at all 💙💙💙 I love your work!

I've written Hosea for the first time here, so hopefully I could do him justice. Thanks for the request, I hope you'll like the result!

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2065

AO3

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"What are you reading there?" You stepped closer, your head tilted in curiosity, approaching Hosea where he sat at the table. It was still early morning, the chill not yet gone from the air, the rich scent of coffee spreading from Pearson's wagon.

"Oh, Good Morning." Hosea looked up at you, a kind smile shaping on his face as you placed a hand upon his shoulder to peer over it. "Actually, it's Notre-Dame de Paris, written by a French-man."

You quirked a brow, sitting down on the table-top in front of him. "Is it in French?"

A nod. Your curiosity spiked further.

"You can speak French?" Now, whatever sleepiness might've clouded your brain was gone for good, your stare trained on Hosea in expectancy of an answer.

The man chuckled, closing the book and putting it down on the table, almost sheepishly reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "Well, you learn some things travelin' as much as we did," he explained, though it was clear that wouldn't diminish your amazement. As far as you knew, neither Dutch nor Arthur had picked up any foreign languages on their way here.

"I picked up some words here and there, and before I knew it, I got through an entire book of these funny words." He patted the novel upon the table, crossing his legs when he leaned back.

"You surprise me every day," you spoke, hearing him chuckle yet again, looking up to catch the subtle shake of his head. You risked a glance into the book, flipping through a couple of pages, though the words upon the paper made little sense to you. "Could you teach me?" You asked, finding his stare once more. "It looks like nonsense now, but it'd probably be fun... learning a new language."

His eyes grew gentle, Hosea placing his hand over yours to squeeze it. You've noticed before, how cold his palms used to feel these days, but he wouldn't take your concern. "Later, my dear," he promised you, running his thumb over your knuckles. "First, we got work to do." And with that, he nudged you in encouragement, pushing himself off the chair in the next moment to start into the day.

After fleeing from Blackwater as sudden as you had to, most of your and the other's belongings had to be left behind. You could only guess that most things you have once held dear were now in the hands of Pinkertons, possibly scattered all around your former campsite and destroyed. But there had been no time to grief before. And what mattered now was that you got back onto your legs, the entire gang left in disarray after your previous hopes had been shut down so swiftly.

You didn't hate working, had no problem putting in the extra effort to make this camp into as much of a home as could be. It was only a faint hope, staying here for longer than a couple weeks a time, but at the moment, it was what you had left to hold onto, and with Dutch's certainty about his plans, who were you to raise your voice?

The day drew to an end before you knew it, the hay bales you had moved to the horses for the evening barely visible to your eyes by now. With a soft exhale, you reached up to wipe sweat from your brow, glad that the cold couldn't bother you much with all the exercise you've done.

Footsteps behind you alerted you of someone's presence, your head turning in time to focus on Hosea. A smile shaped upon your lips.

You still remembered the promise he had spoken in the morning hours, certain that with the day now done, you had plenty of time for a good language lesson.

"Excusez-moj, chèrie," he spoke sweetly, guiding his arms around your waist from behind, not planning to startle you in the slightest. He smiled against your neck, holding you close and gentle, the little hairs standing at attention upon your skin. "I don't mean to keep you from your tasks," he added, still keeping his arms in place. Although clearly, you had no issue with that.

"I'm all done here," you answered, leaning back in his embrace, placing your own hands above his on your front. "But I don't know how much knowledge I can absorb just now." A soft laugh escaped your lips, head tilting to find Hosea's gaze briefly. "Today's work has worn me out, I must say."

He hummed lightly, thoughtfully. "Now, what could we do about that?" His words drove heat to your cheeks, the sound of his voice reverberating through your entire being. You knew what he was alluding to, always able to decipher when he got into this very special mood.

"I reckon you'd still like a lesson, n'est-ce pas?" A shiver ran down your spine, your throat suddenly feeling rather dry. You nodded either way, eager to see where he was planning to take this.

Hosea released you, casting a look over his shoulder in contemplation, aware that John had taken his guarding post not too far from your location. "Not here," he said, gently taking your arm to lead you back into camp, your brow quirking when he gestured for John's tent.

"What would he say to that?" You chuckled, entering it still. After all the years you've known Hosea, he's constantly shown himself as more adventurous than a glance at him might indicate, keeping you on your toes with everything he came up with. This site surely wasn't the most outlandish you've loved one another in.

"I've given it to him, so I can use it should the need arise," Hosea answered easily, closing the tent flaps behind you. "Besides, he won't ever have to know," the man added, cupping your cheeks in his hands to bring you close for a kiss, a sigh slipping past your lips at his passionate movements.

Everything happened in a blur after the initial touch of your lips, clothing falling to the floor as Hosea led you towards the bed, shedding the fabric upon his frame just as well. You plopped down on the cot with a shaky laugh, trying to catch his lips again, though he got to his knees in front of you instead, peering up at you with ardor glinting in his eyes.

"You gonna speak French between my legs?" You giggled, your voice playful and cocky. It seemed to pique his interest.

"If that is what you so desire," he answered, cold palms running up the sides of your thighs, encouraging you to spread them for him in the next moment.

You bit down on your lower lip, your eyes glued to your sweetheart upon his knees, hands slipping into his short hair. A warm gust of air was what you felt first, as he leaned down, teasing you by kissing a trail up your thigh, moving on to the other one whilst pointedly ignoring your aching middle. "Hosea," you couldn't keep yourself from whining, fingers tightening in his hair.

He shushed you softly, glancing up at your face for a second before returning to his ministrations, the muscles in your stomach rippling the closer he got to your core. "Please–" your voice cut off into a soft moan, the sound entirely satisfied with his lips finding their target, kissing right where you needed to be kissed. Your eyes fluttered shut on their own, laying back to let Hosea work his magic, the sounds from your lips turning higher and sweeter with every precise swirl of his tongue.

Hosea used his fingers with equal precision, gently working you open around him, poking and prodding at all the spots that heightened your pleasure.

Could you speak any French, you would've encouraged him in the language he's taught himself, but alas, all that left your mouth were coos and mewls. You were melting beneath him, certain that there was no way for you to endure much longer, the pleasure within your core becoming unbearable to handle. "Darling, I'm gonna--" you warned him, the sound of your voice met with the sensations stopping altogether, a groan rumbling through your chest in frustration.

As much as you didn't want this moment to come to an end, you've been close just now– impossibly so, throwing an arm over your eyes when Hosea crawled over you. The breath still rang shakily through your lungs, your eyes not yet meeting his when he kissed his way up your body, running his palms over your sides until your skin perked up with goosebumps.

"Ne désespère pas," he whispered, mouthing his way up to your ear for his words to resound through you, another soft whine leaving your lips. Hosea pushed the arm away from your eyes, kissing the back of your hand before he entangled his fingers with your own. "Hello there," he smiled at you, your eyes peeking open to return the gesture in kind.

"Are you ready for more?" He asked softly, caressing your cheek with his free hand, his stomach resting in between your legs, a shift of your hips enough to offer you some much needed friction.

"S-Sí." You had tried, at least, to show him that you knew some words yourself.

Hosea chuckled gently, his thumb running over your jaw. "That would be Spanish," he pointed out, though there was no mocking edge to his tone, a breathless laugh leaving your own lips at the realization.

He kissed you once more, squeezing your fingers before getting to his legs, pulling your hips to the edge of the cot. His eyes found yours when he pushed inside, his own lips parting at the feeling of your tight walls around him.

Your legs found their way around his hips, settling there as if it were the only place for them to be, your breaths rattling in your chest. Hosea gave you time to adjust, careful and considerate as always, reaching down between your legs to touch you softly, purposefully keeping his ministrations brief and teasing.

"If only you'd know how good you're feelin'," he muttered, looking down at you as if he beheld a masterpiece, though to him, that was just what you were. "My beautiful darling."

He started moving slowly, rolling his hips for his cock to move deeper into you, drawing back and letting you feel his entire length with the next thrust forward. You moaned, grasping for his hands again to link your fingers, needing something to hold onto when he quickened his pace.

Soon enough, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the tent, possibly filtering through the thin walls as well, though neither of you held much of a care for that. You rocked back against his every movement, getting lost in the ardor surrounding you as your nails dug into the back of his hand. "Hosea–" his name was a mantra upon your lips by now, repeated like a prayer, with every time sounding more desperate than the last.

You were getting close all over again, feeling your orgasm build in your loins, your spine curving in an attempt to receive more friction at your sex. "Please, make me cum." He had to be getting close himself, thrusts turning more hurried and sloppy, his own voice raising in clear enjoyment.

"Of course, my dear," he stuttered only the slightest bit, reaching down to pleasure you as you had wished, angling his hips just right to hit that sweet spot within you. "Go'head," he encouraged, continuously fucking into you as the motions of his hand quickened, intended to drive you over the edge and beyond.

"Je veux vous entendre," he grunted, the sound of his French sending you spiraling out of control, your walls pulsating around him as your orgasm hit you like a train.

You cried out in delight, tossing your head back as he spent himself inside of you, driven to fulfillment by the feeling of you coming around him. He panted, propping his arms up on either side of your head as the pleasant aftershocks raked his body, his cock sporadically twitching inside of you.

Eventually, Hosea pulled out of you, sinking onto the cot by your side, his chest rising and falling as he gradually caught his breath. "Now that wasn't what I had planned for today's lesson."

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[weepingcashstatesmanhuman]

Orange sun's part 1

Gazing idly around the room, her eyes focused on the graffiti on the walls, a majority of the words were nonsense or simple swear words and smiley faces, the colours all bright, too bright for a room with barely any lighting. Leaning her head back instinctively as a wave of euphoria washed over her, the drugs pumped their way into her system and assaulting her brain letting her let go of what was rational. Nothing mattered right now but her high, closing her eyes, Saffron let go of the world ready to die in peace; ignoring the surroundings of a drug den in a shady alley in the small rainy miserable town of Forks.....

I woke to tired to move, the room was bright and clinical, it was strange and unfamiliar. "Hello Saffron, back again so soon?" A voice said softly, their cold fingers touching my wrist gently to monitor my pluse, I turned my head to stare at the Dr Carlisle Cullen. "To be honest I was hoping I'd be in a morgue this time" I mumbled, he smiled sympathically gently squeezing my hand. "Your bright Saffron, and your incredibly kind hearted, I've seen it. Don't be too quick to take your own life" Carlisle reassured, I rolled my eyes. "Carlisle, if a hereon overdose won't do what would you suggest?" I asked, only to be met with a stern frown, "Don't do it Saffron, I know .....I know Jasper went away but his good Saffron. His trying to change" Carlisle insisted. "Cut it out! He fucking left me because I'm a junkie!" I roared trying to sit up furiously shoving the covers off.

Carlisle inhaled calmly, "his back. He got back this morning,  I haven't told him. But he will work it out on his own,  he'll come looking for you" Carlisle explained laying me back down gently. Jaspers back, I didn't receive a call or any texts. But then again, we did break up.

I looked at Carlisle, "discharge me....please" I asked kindly,  he nodded.  "I'll do it after my rounds, Esme misses you maybe you could visit her" Carlisle suggested knowing I have a soft spot for Esme and her mother like kindness. "Fine, I won't stay the night though" I warned, "I have to study for finals" I smiled weakly. Carlisle nodded and left, I sighed heavily closing my eyes letting the medicine work and I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke, I was surprised to feel a cool smooth hand hold mine gently. I looked down through half closed eyes seeing a pale hand decorated in crescent moon shaped bite marks. I coughed weakly, "look who showed up" I wheezed tiredly. The thumb of the pale hand stroked my knuckles, "I fell of the wagon I had to sort myself out darlin before I could come back to you" the velvet texan voice purred. I looked up at jasper tiredly.

He was an addict for human blood, who dated a junkie human. The irony is quite hilarious, "Looks like we both fell of the wagon" I smiled tiredly allowing him to press my hand to his cheek, watching him close his eyes as he felt my pulse. Watching this almost compared to watching him get high, he always said I had a intoxicating pulse and scent that he wishes he could devour.

He opened his eyes revealing orange, yellow like startling orbs, he smiled a crooked grin continuing to hold my hand. "Carlisle said you took hereon...getting stronger are we?" Jasper teased. He never took my addiction seriously, well he pretended not too. "Jasper discharge me, I want to smoke" I mumbled rubbing my eyes with my free hand, Jasper smiled revealing a box of cigarettes. "Come home, ill play music, you smoke and we talk" Jasper smiled, helping you up skillfully removing the drips in your arms.

I smiled weakly getting dressed whilst Jasper went to the front desk to sign the discharge papers. Walking back, Jasper smiled triumphantly, signifying the discharge papers had been signed. He helped me walk out the room before giving up, he picked me up and rushed to his convertible. No doubt a gift from Edward, I sat in the passenger seat at the front lighting a cigarette fixing the radio station whilst Jasper drove away from the hospital parking lot.

I gazed at Jasper idly whilst inhaling greedily on the cigarette. "I know your curious darlin, I'll explain to you when we get home" Jasper smirked patting my thigh. I smiled relaxing watching the trees zoom past as Jasper drove.

When arriving at the Cullen household, Jasper helped me out the car, helping me inside and carrying me up the stairs, no one was home apparently apart from us, according to Jasper vampire senses. I lit my second cigarette falling back on Jaspers bed, I looked at him pointedly exhaling the smoke, "so where the fuck did you go Whitlock?" I asked gazing at him as he put a vinyl on the record player.

He smirked crookedly, "I slipped up and fed on a rock climber in the woods. Carlisle sent me to the Denalis to curve my appetite" he responded subtly.

I smiled putting my cigarette out relaxing, "I hate it when Carlisle admits me to hospitals, I never change" I smile as Jasper pulls me close nuzzling my neck. I instantly relax in his cold arm, "sleep doll, I'll wake you up in a few hours" Jasper mummers as I give in to the heavy want of sleep.

I wake to Jasper being ripped away from me, startled I sit bolt upright trying to comprehend the scene in front of me. Carlisle has pinned Jasper against a wall, "SHES AN ADDICT AND YOUR ENABLING HER!! YOU DISCHARGED HER WITHOUT MY CONSENT! SHES DYING! HER ORGANS ARE FAILING HER AND YOUR KILLING HER!!" Carlise bellows, I sit stunned, as Emmett attempts to separate the now mad Jasper from the distraught Carlise

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 1

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Word Count: 1,750ish

Summary: World War Two weighs on the lives of the Rogers Twins and Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none

She was running late for the movie. She was suppose to meet Steve and Bucky there after work, but her shift hadn’t gone as planned and she was needed longer. Figures. The girls after her could never get their crap together. She had almost reached the theater when she heard familiar voices in the alleyway. She turned into the alleyway to see her small twin brother, Steven Grant Rogers, and his taller best friend, James Buchanan Barnes. More popularly known as Bucky.

“I had him on the ropes,” Steve stated, clearly catching his breath. 

She figured Bucky had stopped Steve in the middle of a fight. Her brother was always getting into fights, trying to do what he thought was best. Protecting people. She noticed Bucky was in a military uniform as he reached down and picked up some forms off the ground. He hadn’t told her that he had gotten his orders. She wondered when he’d be shipping out. Her heart splintered at thought of Bucky going to war. It broke at the thought that he may never come back. She loved him. But she’s never been able to tell him that, he’s too much of a ladies man to settle down with her.

“How many times is this?” Bucky asked as he picked up and read what seemed to be an enlistment form. “Oh, you’re from Paramus now? You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?”

“You get your orders?” Steve quickly changed the subject once he realized what Bucky was wearing.

“The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” She gasped. The men quickly turned around to notice Y/N Rogers, standing there, trying to hold back tears. “You’re shipping out tomorrow? And you’re only telling us that today?”

“Y/N, doll,” Bucky took a step towards her. 

She took a step back, shaking her head. “And you,” Y/N moved her focus to her brother, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Stop trying to get yourself killed.”

“I should be going,” Steve stated firmly. “It’s only right.”

“No. You should be staying here, with me. I’ve already lost mom and dad, Bucky’s shipping off tomorrow, I’m not about to lose you too.”

“Y/N/N,” Bucky stepped forward again, “You have to understand, I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“And telling me the night before you shipped off was going to be any better?”

“Can we not spend my last night fighting?” Bucky reached for her hands. “Let’s get Steve cleaned up and then we’re going to have some fun.”

“Where are we going?” Steve asked.

Bucky handed Steve the newspaper he had under his arm. “The future.”

The three of them went back to the Rogers apartment, allowing Y/N and Steve to get cleaned up. After they made their way to the Stark Expo. 

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Bucky shook his head as he spoke. “You’re about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there’s three and a half million women here.”

“Well, I’d settle for just one,” Steve stated.

“Good thing I took care of that.” Bucky waved to a woman who wasn’t standing too far off.

“Hey, Bucky!” The woman called.

“What did you tell her about me?” Steve asked.

“Only the good stuff,” Bucky answered.

“Where’s your date, Buck?” Y/N asked. She was used to be the fifth wheel.

“I figured that you could be, doll,” Bucky smiled, putting an arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her into him. “It is my last night and I wanted to spend it with my best girl.”

Y/N looked down, intensely blushing. He always knew how to make her get flustered. Though, she figured he never realized what he was doing to her. Y/N was wrong though. Bucky loved her too, but was just too afraid to say anything. Especially now, since he was being shipped off to war. 

The four walked towards the stage just in time for the famous Howard Stark to waltz out.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Howard Stark called the audiences attention, “what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all.” The ladies that were helping him, took off the wheels of the car that was on stage. “Yes. Thanks, Mandy… With Stark robotic reversion technology you’ll be able to do just that.” Howard then turned a few nobs and flipped a switch, causing the car to begin hovering off the ground. 

“Holy cow,” Bucky said in awe.

But almost as soon as it began hovering, the car suddenly started malfunctioning causing the car to fall back on stage. Y/N jumped back into Bucky, cause him to hold her closer than he was before. While this was happening, Steve noticed a recruitment center and snuck off there. His date wasn’t paying him any mind anyway. The girls Bucky chose never did. They were always too interested in his best friend.

“I did say a few years, didn’t I?” Howard tried to laugh the malfunction off, causing the audience to laugh as they applauded.

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky called, turning to look at him, “what do you say we treat these girls—“ He stopped when he noticed Steve wasn’t there anymore. 

“Where’d he go?” Y/N asked.

The recruitment center caught Bucky’s eye. “I have a feeling I know where.”

Y/N followed his line of sight, letting out a sigh when the center came into view. She just couldn’t understand why her brother wanted to join the war efforts so bad. He’s never been in the best of health and leaving would be leaving her alone.

“Let’s go get him,” Bucky urged Y/N forward, Steve’s date following. 

As they reached the recruitment center, Steve’s date stopped aways outside of it, allowing Bucky and Y/N to go in together. They found Steve Looking into a mirror that turned the person looking into it into a soldier. He was too small to even line up to it.

“Steve,” Y/N called her brother to attention. He turned around to see her sad eyes.

“Come on,” Bucky said. “You’re kind of missing the point of a double date. We’re taking the girls dancing.”

“You go ahead,” Steve said, “I’ll catch up with you.”

“You’re really gonna do this again?”

“Well, its only fair. I’m gonna try my luck.

“As who? Steve from Ohio?”

“They’ll catch you, Steve,” Y/N said. “Or worse, they’ll actually take you.”

“Look, I know you two don’t think I can do this—”

“This isn’t a back alley, Steve,” Bucky was getting frustrated. “It’s war!”

“I know it’s war. You don’t have to tell me.”

“Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.”

“What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal—“

“Yes!”

“—in my little red wagon?”

“Why not?”

“I’m not gonna sit in a factory.”

“I don’t—“

“Come on, guys! There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand.. this isn’t about me.”

“Yeah? But what about me?” Y/N’s small voice stopped the two men. “Taking care of your sister isn’t enough?” There were tears in her eyes, tears both of the men immediately regretted putting there. 

“Y/N—“

“No. I’m done hearing your excuses. Your reasonings… If you want to go off to war to get killed and leave me alone, then so be it. You want it so damn much, it shows what you really care about.”

Y/N walked away, towards Steve’s date, before she could hear the men say anything else. They watched with sad eyes as she walked away. They both knew what they were doing to her. But they didn’t know how they could really make it right.

“You’ve got nothing to prove, Steve,” Bucky stated as he turned back to him. Bucky sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to win with this Rogers tonight. But if he hurried, he could fix it with another before he left. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

“How can I?” Steve responded. “You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

“You’re a punk.” They two embraced.

“Jerk. Be careful” They let go and Bucky began walking back to the girls. “Don’t win the war till I get there!”

Bucky sent Steve a salute before turning around and reaching the girls. He noticed Y/N was still emotional and that Steve’s date, Bonnie, clearly wanted to be spending time with him.

“Hey, Bonnie,” Bucky started, “do you mind if it’s just Y/N and I tonight?”

“Oh,” she was clearly taken back. “Sure.” She reached up and kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Be safe out there soldier. And make sure to find me with you return.” 

Once Bonnie was out of sight, Bucky wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Lets go dancing,” he smiled down at her.

“I don’t feel like dancing tonight, Buck,” she sadly said, looking down. “I just want to go home.”

“Come on, doll.” Buck moved to stand in front of her. “It’s my last night.”

“Yes, it’s your last night before you get shipped off to war… I really don’t need another reminder…”

“Y/N. Look at me.” He tried to meet her eyes. “Please.” When she still refused, he put his hand under her chin and gently guided her head to look up at him. “How about we do whatever you want tonight? I just want to spend my last night with you, doll. My favorite Rogers.”

Bucky’s eyes showed nothing but sincerity. All Y/N wanted was to hold onto her boys and never let them go. But she was coming to the realization that that wasn’t an option. She wrapped her arms around Bucky, holding herself close to him. He reciprocated the action, breathing her scent in. Every moment with Y/N tonight, Bucky at been trying to memorize every detail of the girl. He never wanted to forget anything about her. They stood there, for a moment, holding onto each other like they were the only two people in the world. 

“Come on,” Bucky whispered, letting her go and grabbing her hand. “I know some place we can go.”

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