#so they can start Step One of their Get The Fuck Outta Here journey!!!

[biillys]

Don't think about Billy shaking Max awake when the house is filled with snores not muffled whines. Bruises hidden in the dark but wincing as he lifts his arm, Max rolling away until she stills in realization. They leave together, breath held as the window frame in a bedroom slides up. The Camaro starts - if Billy has the key. maybe they walk the few miles to the pool, Hawkins is small and it's dark and the demodogs aren't coming back. They're making themselves safe, just by leaving for the night.

The pool beckons, familiar shadows in the poolhouse and stacked chairs higher than Max is tall. Billy pulls one down for her, a screech of metal legs over poured concrete. He doesn't wince at the sound as Max raids the lost & found for towels. Or maybe they just keep a stash of towels, a spare set of clothes in Billy's lifeguard locker. No blankets or pillows, nothing that can't be explained away even if they're always gone with the dim rays of dawn peeking through the forest. The pool glitters in those brief moments, almost peaceful even if it's not the sea that Billy misses so badly it aches.

It's not meant to be more than an occasional thing, but Billy can't bear leaving her alone in the house on Cherry Lane. It won't be permanent, he just needs a little more in his rainy day fund. A bank account that Neil can't touch, one that has his name and maybe Susan's on it.

He thinks he'll have enough money for an apartment, maybe a trailer on the other side of town with scraggly weeds and his dealer, by the end of July.

losing my mind losing my mind losing my mind please this is exactly what i wanted to hear about after writing those tags on that post i love you 🥺

#its billy sneaking into her room anc silently shaking her awake in the dead of the night!!! #its them driving to the pool!!! the camaro probably the only car on the road at that time of night #probably a rare trip with no music blasting! just the silence! #or! them walking! probably not even really saying a word to each other! just slowly making their way to their end destination! #no need to explain or fill the quiet! #'they're making themselves safe; just by leaving for the night.' luc!!!!! #its them having a familiar routine once they get to the pool! max on the chair! billy on the pools edge! #towels laid out! #'the pool glitters in those moments; almost peaceful even if its not the sea billy misses so badly it aches.' LUC!!!!!!! #i know we bang on about billy and the ocean and max and surfing and the pool and everything that there is About That #but like. genuinely fucking HEARTBREAKING that they got ripped away from the literal sea and now #have to make do with some cheap piss poor chemicalised imitation of the great big body of water that was the ocean herself #and just. be okay with that. like they just have to live with that and accept that theyre just. never gonna see the ocean again anytime soon #not gonna see it unless they make it happen themselves. #'but billy cant bear leaving her alone in the house on cherry lane' luc 🥺🥺🥺 #he just!!! needs a little more time!!!! and a little more money!!! for his rainy day fund!!! #so they can start Step One of their Get The Fuck Outta Here journey!!! #and if step one isn't california herself but instead a cheap trailer on the bad side of town #thats a start!!! thats the first step baby! #thats close to work for billy! thats close enough to hawkins high for max! thats close to (eddie! chrissy! uncle wayne!) supportive people! #god luc u fucking Get it #also u gave me permission to post this so i am 🥺💞 #luc tag <3 #billy x max fic #eddie munson #msgs <3

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Welcome Home

Pairing: Chase(Huddy) x Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, almost getting caught by a family member, use of a vibrator, outta pocket grandma

A/N: 100% based on a dream I had, so some details may differ from real life.

It’s been six long months without Chase while he was gone on tour, but finally you’re about to see him again. You see him as you pull up at arrivals; a smile already on his face when he recognizes your car. The second the car is in park, you jump out and throw your arms around him, pulling him in for a big kiss, and then help him load his luggage into the trunk.

“God, I missed you so much, you have no idea,”he kisses you again as he settles into the passenger seat.

“I missed you so much too, babe. I’m glad to have you back,” you smile at him before pulling away from the airport and starting the journey back to the house you share with Chase.

You’re almost back home when Chase starts getting handsy. He runs a hand up your inner thigh and under your skirt. “Can’t believe it's been six months since I’ve touched you, six months since my cocks been in this sweet pussy,” he begins rubbing you through your panties while you drive. First order of business when we get in the house is burying this dick so deep inside you” He grasps his hardening length through his pants with his free hand while the other tries to slip into your panties.

“Yeah about that…” you push his hand away.

“Baby, I don’t even care if you're on your period! I need you!” he pleads.

“What? No, that was like two weeks ago, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it, baby? C’mon you know you can tell me anything,” Chase questions concerned.

“You’ll see.”

Not even two minutes later you pull up to the house: balloons, tents with food, a welcome home sign and every relative of his imaginable.

“Oh. My. God. What the hell?” Chase says in shock.

“I’m sorry, babe. Your family insisted on throwing you a Welcome Home party and I tried to get them to at least change it to tomorrow so we could have some time to ourselves and you could rest, but they weren’t having it, and I didn’t want any drama with them.”

“Oh, fuck me!” He whins in annoyance. I mean, they’re my family, of course I wanna see them but not right now, ugh. Right now, I only want you— I’m still fucking hard.”

You get out of the car, retrieve Chase’s luggage from the trunk , and hand it to him as he steps out of the car. “Here, cover yourself with this.”

“Heyyy,” he awkwardly greets various family members, giving them a one armed hug while still clutching his luggage close to his body. More family start to approach, but Chase can’t take it anymore,his craving for you is absolutely carnal and his family is going to have to wait. “Hey everyone,let me take a shower real quick to wash off all the tour bus and travel off of me, then I’ll get back to seeing everyone. Promise I'll be quick.” And he knows he will be, you’ll be lucky if he lasts five minutes after having been away so long.

The second you enter the house — which is thankfully empty— your ravenous mouths are on each other, and you’re shedding your outerwear; your cardigan and his leather jacket. With your mouths fused together in passion, and your hands tangled in each other's hair, you clumsily shuffle towards the bedroom, banging into things, and knocking stuff over in the kitchen along your way. You only make it as far as the connected living room before you fall back onto the sofa, pulling Chase down on top of you. He instantly grinds himself against you and you lift your hips returning the sensation—your longing bodies visceral reaction to touching after being apart so long.

With your fingers on his zipper and his tongue in your mouth you pause, hearing the outside door open into the kitchen.

“Oh my, I told myself that you were still young and you weren’t having sex yet, I guess I know the truth now.” Chase’s grandmother criticizes.

“Jesus Christ, Grandma I’m twenty one, really?” Chase replies holding himself up off your body. “And we were just kissing. What are you doing in the house anyways, the party is outside?”

“But I know what that kind of kissing leads to,” his grandmother informs.” I kissed your grandad like that when he came home from the war, and nine months later your mother was born,” she embarrasses Chase. “I just wanted to see my grandson, is that okay?” She guilt trips him in a way only a grandparent can.

“Thanks for the visual, Grandma,” he facepalms. “Yes, but I told everyone I would be right back after a shower, sooo let me go take a shower and I’ll be right out.” He tries his best to hide his annoyance with her but fails miserably.

“Ohh fine,” his grandmother sulks, walking towards the door.

“Yup, there you go, okay bye bye, see you later.” Chase rushes her out, locking the door behind her.

“Now where were we?” Chase smirks, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a hungry kiss.

Again you begin the clumsy journey to the bedroom, undressing each other as you go — Chase pulling your shirt up and over your head and your fingers skillfully working down the placket of his white button up.

Before you even get the chance to remove it fully he’s shoving you against the wall. Your skin is set ablaze as his nimble fingers begin to travel up your thigh, disappearing under your skirt.

“Missed me, huh?” He teases with a smirk feeling how soaked you are through your panties.

“Mhmmmm, Fuck— you have no idea,” you moan grasping him through his pants.

He pushes your hand away in exchange for unzipping his pants, and pulls himself free. Then hurriedly, he hikes your left leg up around his waist, and pushes your wet panties to the side. You can’t help but let out a loud moan at the feeling of his sizable cock nudging your slick walls open to accommodate him.

“Fuck, I missed this.” His warm breath cascades over your flesh as he pivots his hips and mouths your neck, thumbing your bra strap out of the way to then kiss along your clavicle.

“Ohhh- fuck, Chase!” You cry out in pleasure, grabbing his ass to pull him in deeper. “Uhhhhmm, yeah —fuck right there!”

“Mmhhmmm, oh god yes, say my fucking name like that again baby! He grits through his teeth hungrily as fucks into you.

“Chase— Fuck , you feel so good inside me, want you to fill me,” you plead. Suddenly you swear you hear someone opening the front door. “Shit, Chase, I think someone’s —-“

“Shut up!” He covers your mouth with his hand “I’m not finished with you”

You’ve never seen or heard Chase like this before — the demeaning tone, his desire so primative. You can feel yourself getting wetter by second and you know he can feel it too—each thrust slicker than his last. It’s only a few more until you can feel the pulsating warmth of him cumming inside you.

“Chase?” You both hear a voice coming from the kitchen.

“Shit, it’s my sister!” Chase snatches up your other leg, and quickly wraps it around his waist with the other one, and carries you into your shared bedroom. He plops you down on the bed and then discreetly closes and locks the bedroom door.

“Chase, you say in a whisper. “What are you doing?”

“You didn’t cum yet and we don’t have much times,” he whispers back while opening the nightstand drawer.

You know exactly what he’s getting, he’s not one to shy away from toys in the bedroom, and he knows how quick you always cum whenever he uses the hitachi wand on you.

He switches it on and the humming buzz alone already has your lower abdomen clenching in anticipation. He presses the vibrating bulbous head of the wand firmly against your clit and in mere seconds you’re cumming hard. Quickly, before your open mouth can release a sound, his hand once again covers it.

“Chase?” There’s a knock on the bedroom door.

“Just a second,” Chase responds, letting your body ride out your orgasm before switching off the hitachi and hiding it under the covers for now.

You sprint to the attached master bathroom to clean yourself up, while Chase zips up and starts re-buttoning his shirt before opening the bedroom door.

“Sorry I just got out of the shower and was finishing up getting dressed” Chase says as he fastens the last button.

“Isn’t that the same outfit you just had on before you took a shower?” His sister asks with a quirked eyebrow and accusing tone.

“No, just similar,” he lies.

“Okay then, why is your hair still dry?”

“Uhh, I blow dried it.”

“Sure, ya did lil bro” she smacks him in the back of the head. “You know Y/N’s shirt is in the middle of the living room floor right?”

“Uh…Um” A rosy hue blooms on Chase’s cheeks. He’s fresh out of excuses.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell any of our guests you abandoned them for a quickie ….grandma already took care of that.”

#huddy #huddy smut #huddy x reader #huddy fanfic #chase hudson #chase Hudson smut #chase Hudson x reader #chase Hudson fanfic

[be-steddie-myheart]

“Hey Steve!” Eddie stepped forward and Steve turned back. He looked into the chocolate brown eyes of Eddie Munson, who up until a few days ago was just someone he know of in passing, but now there was something.. the air between them felt charged. Steve wasn’t sure what exactly it was and he wasn’t sure about any of what he was feeling. He wondered what Eddie had to say. After a beat, Eddie glanced to the side, “Make him pay.” Steve nodded his head but didnt understand. That wasn’t what Eddie was going to say, he was so sure of it. He would just have to figure these feelings out later. Probably with Robin. He walked away leaving Dustin and Eddie with the task of distracting the demobats. He, Robin and Nancy were going to put a bullet in this Vecna son-of-a-bitch and hopefully end it all for good.

——

Nancy led the chase down the stairs and out of the creel house to where Vecna had fallen. She gasped as she stopped short and Steve noticed absolutely nothing where Vecnas body should have been. “What the fuck? Is this guy supposed to be some kind of Michael Myers or some shit?!” Steve yelled, exasperated.

“I dont know, but this isn’t good. We need to get back to Dustin and Eddie and get the hell out of here. I don’t have a good feeling about any of this.” Robin said quickly. The three started their journey back to the trailer park.

——

Steve was preoccupied, in his mind about why his stomach did a weird flip when Eddie called him big boy in the RV, when he saw Dustin. He knew immediately something was wrong. Dustin was hunched over something and he was shaking. Steve took off full speed towards the younger boy. “Dustin!? Dustin, whats wrong?!” Steve was yelling as he came up on the scene and took it all in. Dustin was crowded over an unmoving Eddie, sobbing.

“He.. he ran.. to m-make the bats follow him. They were g-getting in the trailer Steve. They were going to get through th-the gate. He made them follow him Steve. Help him, Steve! Please help him.” Dustin was sobbing over Eddie, clinging tight. There was so much blood, Eddies clothes were torn and big huge bites were taken out his sides. an angry deep red mark lined across his neck, matching Steves.

“Okay, okay Dustin get out of the way!” Steve ordered and took Dustins place. He leant down to listen for breath sounds or to feel any type of breathing he could on his face. He placed one hand on top of the other and Eddies middle, between his ribs. He pushed down hard enough to hear some ribs cracking with the pressure. He gave 30 chest compressions, counting in his head. He took two fingers and pushed Eddies chin up into the air to free his airway, pinching his nose and placing his mouth over top of Eddies, blowing in. Trying desperately to give Eddie the air he needed. Eddie could take the air that Steve needed to survive if it meant Steve could get him to wake up. “Come on Eddie, man, come on!” Steve went back to doing his chest compressions, and two more rescue breaths. He laid his head on Eddies chest, watching for movement. “Fuck!” Steve yelled and stood, gathering an armful of Eddie, “we gotta get him outta here! Robin, Nancy someone grab his legs. Please” Steve was yelling out instructions as Robin grabbed onto Eddies legs and the four started walking back towards Eddies trailer.

~~

I just need to get Eddie to the gate. If I get him to the gate we can get him help. God I’ve gotta get Eddie help. Please please please Eddie I’m begging you, please be okay.

~~

“Okay! Dustin come here, I’m gonna help you through the gate and you’re gonna get another blanket rope down here. Please hurry. We don’t have much time” Steve explained as he hoisted Dustin up and through the gate in the ceiling. Dustin landed painfully on his already messed up ankle. He cried out, but quickly got up to grab the rope that Eddie had cut before taking off.

“Steve! Is this gonna be long enough?” Dustin shouted through the opening and dropped the blanket rope. It fell to the floor and ended up at Steves knees.

“It’s gonna have to be! Okay, Nancy, Robin I’m gonna climb up with Eddie on my back and break the fall so he doesnt get more hurt. Come up after me okay?” Steve waited for confirmation that they understood his plan but when none came, he snapped. “Okay?!” breathing heavily he stared them both down.

“Okay Steve, we heard you.” Robin placated him. She seemed worried and Nancy looked like she was going to be sick but Steve didn’t have time to wonder. He hoisted Eddie onto his front and stepped into Robins hands as she helped lift him onto the rope. Steve got halfway through and let go, covering Eddies body and breaking the fall with his own.

“Guys! Hurry up! Come on!” Within minutes everyone was back in the right side up and Eddie was being hauled into the RV. Steve drove, and Dustin sat with Eddie leaning against him. Robin was in the passenger seat, holding onto the door for dear life. “Steve, please you need to slow down!” Steve didn’t listen to her. A few minutes later he was flying into the ER parking lot. There were so many people there already, but Steve had one goal in his mind. Get Eddie in there and keep him alive. He threw the RV in park, and ran into the back to grab Eddie. Steve pushed the door open and drug Eddie out and onto the pavement. “Dustin stay with him please!” Steve shouted and he ran into the ER. Steve looked around wildly at everyone running around and all the people who were hurt, affected by the gates opening up. He didn’t have time for this, Eddie didn’t have time for this.

“Please! Somebody help me, my friend is outside. he was attacked by an animal, please I dont think he’s breathing!” Steve yelled as loud as he could. A couple of nurses ran up to Steve with a crash cart and a bed.

“Take us to him, we’ll follow!” one of the nurses shouted at Steve. He turned around and led them back outside. Dustin was on the ground cradling Eddie, and when the nurses saw him they ran towards him and got him up on the bed. checking his vitals and calling for a doctor and a surgeon. Steve tried to follow but another nurse put her hand out to stop him. “Dont worry, we’ll inform you guys of any changes. Sit tight.”

——

Steve and Dustin sat in the lobby of the ER quietly. a tense silence hung in the air. Dustin was quietly sniffling every few seconds.

“Hey, Steve?” Robins voice cut through and Steve whipped his head around. The moment he saw his best friends face, all of the emotions he was holding let loose. He couldnt stop the fear from creeping up his throat and grabbing, threatening to choke him out. His eyes burned with tears and his breath was caught in his throat. “Robin… I…” he broke into a sob and Robin rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

“It’s okay Steve, you did so well. You got Eddie here, you helped. You did. You’re so amazing, Steve.” Steve was trembling in her arms unable to keep a steady breathing rhythm. “Come on, we need to go for a walk.” Steve stood up just as the doors to the ER opened and a doctor called out “Munson?” Dustin, Steve, Robin and Nancy all shot up and ran towards the doctor. He had a somber face. Steves heart felt like something had an ice cold grip on it.

“I’m so sorry to be delivering this news, but the blood loss was too substantial and his brain was deprived of oxygen for too long. He didn’t make it. I am so sorry.” He looked everyone in the eyes and turned to walk away. Dustin fell into Nancys side with a sob, and Robin brought her hand to her mouth and turned to look at Steve. Steve stood, staring straight ahead for a moment before he too turned and walked away.

——

The funeral was small and intimate. Steve stood by Eddies casket. He didnt talk to anyone.

——

Steve sat on Robins bed and listened to her explain that it was okay to like both genders, it just meant you were bisexual. Steve had told Robin how Eddie had made him feel. Steve cried on Robins shoulder with the realization that he liked Eddie and now he would never be able to do anything about it. He cried thinking about their last interaction, how he would do it differently if he knew then what he knew now. He cried for everything that would never be.

——

A few years down the line and Steve had been seeing this guy for a few months and it was starting to get a little serious. If he had long curly hair and listened to metal, that wasnt anyones business. If he had an old torn up jean vest in the corner of his closet that no one knew about that was also no ones business.

Steve sat with Jake at his dining room table after finishing a dinner they had made together.

“So was I your bisexual awakening?” Jake asked Steve, a smile playing at his lips.

Steve smiled back and answered honestly, “No. His name was Eddie.”

“Was?”

“He died before anything could happen between us.” Steve said sadly. Remembering back on the long haired metal head that came crashing into his life with a broken beer bottle to the neck. The big boy. The invasion of personal space. The vest. Steves eyes prickled with some tears, but he blinked them away and tuned back into what Jake was saying.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steve and eddie #sad steddie #no comfort steddie

[loverhymeswith]

For the 300 follower celebration, with Angel and Rick from What a Wicked Game, the prompt "I don't regret one single moment, not one. It led me to you." Please and thank you! 💖

What a Wicked Game | Nineteen

Masterlist

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC

Summary: Rick and Angel face the fallout of their night in Gotham. It's time for the truth to come out.

Warnings: 18 + only. Mention of attempted sexual assault, swearing, drinking, smut

Word Count: 4,166 words

A/N: Sorry for the huge gap between updates and thank you for sticking with me! A huge thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the prompt, for beta reading and for helping me with Rick. You are an angel (see what I did there!? 😂)

Rick

Angel is silent during the drive home. In fact, she’s barely said two words since they staggered out of the Joker’s lair. Rick glances over at her now. She’s curled up against the window, face turned away from him and he can’t help but think back to the last time they made this journey. He wouldn’t have thought it was possible for the situation to get any more fucked up, but here they are. Forever taking one step forwards and three steps back.

Rick’s not naïve enough to believe that the Joker was going to release him from their bargain easily, but neither did he expect the clown to have dreamt up such a wicked scheme. Of course, underestimating others has always been Rick’s downfall. First Waller, and now the Joker. He grips the steering wheel tightly. When will he learn?

It's fast approaching dawn by the time they arrive back at the apartment. Harley’s fast asleep on the sofa. Even with his tuxedo jacket draped around her shoulders, Rick can feel Angel trembling beneath his hands as he guides her straight to the bathroom. He knows it’s not the temperature making her shake, though. She just took the lives of three men in cold blood.

For him.

She did it all for him. How was she to know his fingers had been brushing over the handle of his own gun. Because he wasn’t really going to let the clown kill him. Was he?

“Need to get you outta these clothes, darlin’.” He gestures to the blood splatter now staining the ivory dress crimson.

Angel startles at the sound of his voice, the first words he’s spoken since Gotham, but she quickly nods, shrugging out of the jacket while Rick sets the shower running.

“The zip, Rick. I can’t…”

He glances over his shoulder to find her struggling with the fastening of the dress. There’s nothing she could do to make him fear her touch again, but he’s still cautious when his fingers brush the bare skin of her back.

He tugs the zip down gently and when Angel releases her grip on the bodice, the silk material slides down her curves, pooling in a heap on the floor.

Slowly turning to face him with her arms folded over chest, Angel’s eyes dip to the floor. “I know what you’re going to say-” she begins, but Rick cuts her off.

“I’m not gonna say anythin’.” He shakes his head. “Not right now. Let’s just get cleaned up. Then we can talk, ok?”

Her expression softens into one of relief and she nods. Closing the distance between them, she unfolds her arms and reaches for Rick, slowly unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

Hands slack by his sides, he stands motionless as she works. He doesn’t trust himself not to reach out to her. To draw her into his embrace and never let go. Maybe if he had done just that the other night, this never would have happened. How many more mistakes is he going to make before this nightmare is over?

He helps her slide the shirt from his shoulders and it joins her dress on the bathroom floor; his pants soon follow.

Only once they’re under the steady stream of the hot water does Rick allow himself to touch Angel, his hands spreading gently across her back. She’s warm and soft and almost instantly he feels himself start to relax. He’ll never know how much of this is her power at work, or whether it’s simply the strength of his feelings that puts him so at ease. Either way, he knows he’ll never be able to live without it: having Angel here in his arms.

Angel wraps her own arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his slick chest, right over the spot where Peacemaker stabbed him all those months ago.

“I thought I was going to lose you for good this time.” Her voice is barely audible over the running water.

Rick pulls back and tilts her chin up to look at him. “I’m not goin’ anywhere darlin’. Promised you that didn’t I?”

She nods weakly and he doesn’t know what else to do except kiss her.

Moulding his mouth firmly to Angel’s, Rick’s hands travel over every inch of her body, committing each dip and curve to memory. He knows better than to take anything for granted and tonight was a startling reminder of just how fleeting life can be.

Angel kisses him back with fervour. He can feel her emotions pouring out with every touch - the fear and the anger - as she digs her nails into his shoulders, her teeth starting to nip at his lower lip. He figures she’s probably pissed at him and that’s fine. She has every right to be. She thought he was going to stand back and let the Joker kill him.

And if Rick is honest, maybe he’s a little bit pissed with her, too. He wasn’t the only one willing to sacrifice everything tonight. Angel took a huge risk going to the gala alone; anything could have happened. He could have lost her. It's unthinkable; he’s only just found her.

His fingers tangle in the lengths of her hair and he tugs back ever so slightly, exposing the delicate column of her throat. He presses his lips against her pulse point, inhaling her unique scent. When she lets out a soft moan, Rick loses himself entirely.

He takes her from behind, against the wall of the shower. It’s fast and raw and desperate and as he chases his release, those three words edge closer and closer to the tip of his tongue. I love you.

Angel is the first into bed. She’s tucked up beneath the sheets before Rick even makes it into the bedroom. He knows exactly what she’s doing. They’ve both been doing this for weeks now, attempting to ignore the problem. But Rick has learned his lesson. As much as it pains him, he switches the bedroom light back on before making his way to the edge of the bed. He knows she’s not asleep yet. His hand drifts towards her cheek, tucking back an errant strand of hair.

“We’re gonna talk now, darlin’.”

It’s not a question. Sometimes it’s necessary to be cruel to be kind, and this conversation can’t wait any longer. Selfishly, he needs to know the truth. Who were those men she killed?

Angel doesn’t stir at first, but her shallow breathing gives her away. Rick waits – patience has always been one of his strengths – until slowly but surely, she rises, eventually coming to sit crossed legged, squinting at the bright light. As she meets Rick’s resolute stare, her shoulders slump.

“Fine.”

Rick shifts his position and settles beside her, close enough to touch should she need that. His heart is in his throat, but he forces an encouraging smile as Angel takes a deep breath.

“I told you those men were the reason I ended up in Belle Reve…”

He nods, resting his hands on his thighs despite the urge to grab onto something.

“The first man, the one you had in the van? He was my defence attorney. Along with Judge Carmichael and the third man – the prosecutor on my case – they worked together to make sure I was found guilty.”

Rick allows the words to sink in for a moment before responding. “Why would they do that?” It’s not that he doesn’t believe her; he just needs to understand.

“You know the man I killed?”

“Senator Carlson?”

She nods. “You never asked why I did it.”

Rick tenses his jaw. It’s true. She never wanted to talk about her past and until now, he’s never forced her to bring it up. Perhaps they should have had this conversation sooner.

Angel doesn’t wait for him to answer. “I was working as a nurse in Gotham General Hospital on one of the women’s wards. Occasionally politicians and celebrities would make an appearance. It was under the guise of fundraising, but everyone knew it was really just a photo opportunity – a publicity stunt. I’d already heard about the senator from my colleagues. His reputation preceded him. When we heard he was going to be stopping by the hospital, some of the women became nervous. I managed to infer that he’d been paying them unwanted attention and I told myself I would stay out of his way.”

Rick has a horrible feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach, but he remains silent, fingers digging into the cotton of his sweatpants.

Meanwhile, Angel continues without a hint of emotion in her tone or expression. “I didn’t manage to avoid him for very long; he seemed to be everywhere. In fact, in retrospect I’m pretty sure that he sought me out. Eventually, he cornered me in an empty cubicle, and he tried to kiss me.”

White hot rage fills Rick’s veins and he clenches his fists, blunt nails digging into his palms, but still he doesn’t say a word. It’s not his place, not yet. He needs to let her finish.

“At first, I froze. I thought, this can’t actually be happening, can it? But then he tried to touch me. Something snapped. I shoved him away and my power… it was an accident but… well, it gave him a heart attack. Not enough to kill him, just enough for him to end up becoming a patient rather than a visitor. Perhaps if I’d killed him there and then, everything would have been different.”

Rick can’t take it. Every word pierces his heart in a way that Peacemaker never quite managed to. Pushing off the bed, he rises to his feet. He needs to do something, anything, to stop himself from punching a hole through the wall.

Angel continues to stare down her fingers as they grip the sheets tightly, the action betraying her cool, detached exterior. Rick rubs the back of his neck, fighting the instinct to reach for her.

“They admitted him to the men’s ward. I tried not to think too much about it, figuring he’d got his comeuppance and there was no way it could be traced back to me. But then I heard the other nurses’ relief. I heard what he had done to them. Just like what he – what he tried to do to me. I was one of the lucky ones, Rick. My power saved me.”

As Rick begins pacing, she glances up at him with uncertainty and fear shining bright in her big blue eyes. Fear of his judgement, he realises, swallowing thickly. But he doesn’t know what to say, not yet. Doesn’t trust himself to open his mouth lest he start shouting - screaming. So, he lets her continue.

“It wasn’t enough. Not after I heard their stories. I couldn’t bear the thought of him getting better and hurting anyone else. I went across to the men’s ward, and I made sure…” She trails off, tugging at the ends of her damp hair, a nervous habit. “Ironically, I didn’t use my power. Maybe that was my mistake. I wanted him to suffer. Not like those terminally ill patients, whose pain I took away. I wanted him to look me in the eye and know I was killing him. I’ll never forget his look of fear before I held the pillow over his face. I savoured it.”

With Angels words swimming through his mind, Rick continues pacing, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Snippets of her case file come rushing back to him. God knows he’s read it enough times. But of course, there was no mention of why she’d done what she’d done. If he’d known…

He shakes his head. What would he have done? What difference would it have made? She was still a prisoner of Belle Reve; his hands were tied. But perhaps he could have gotten her out of there sooner.

“If it hadn’t been for someone noticing I was on the wrong ward, I’d probably have gotten away with it. But there was an investigation. One thing led to another, and I found myself being tried for murder. I told my attorney about what Carlson had done, but he told me no one would believe me and that I shouldn’t bring it up. That it would make me look desperate. He was the state appointed defence and I couldn’t afford anyone else. I had no choice but to trust him.”

Rick feels the weight of Angel’s gaze as her eyes track his path back and forwards across the carpet. He’s starting to wish he had been the one to put a bullet in the man’s skull now. With an asshole like that defending her, she never stood a chance.

“Before I was moved to Belle Reve, I caught a news report on television. It was a memorial feature about Carlson’s life. They showed footage of one of his hospital visits. Judge Carmichael and the two lawyers were with him, can you believe it? Standing there, arm in arm and smirking. That’s when I realised. They were friends - they knew about his behaviour. And to protect their friend’s memory – perhaps to protect themselves, too - they wanted to make sure I went away for good, and that no one would listen to me.

“Well, I guess they got what they wanted. Until now. That’s why I killed them, Rick. I’m sorry, but there was never a choice.”

With her story finished, Angel stares nervously up at Rick, biting her lip. She’s been watching his reaction carefully and he realises she’s terrified that he’s going to think badly of her. It couldn’t be further from the case.

“Fuckin’ bastards,” he growls, fists clenched again. “If they weren’t already dead, I’d kill them with my own bare hands for what they did to you. Men like that…” He trails of, realising this isn’t what she needs to hear right now. Anger might serve his own purpose, but it’s no good to Angel.

He drops to his knees before her and reaches for her hands, lacing their fingers and squeezing tightly. Exhaustion from not only the evening’s events but also this revelation lines her beautiful face. At the same time, he can sense that a weight has been lifted from her shoulders.

Rick Flag isn’t good with words, so he doesn’t know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth, but as he begins speaking, he finds himself unable to stop. “I am so sorry this happened to you, Angel. I am so sorry that you’ve carried this alone for so long. I know there’s nothin’ I can say that will make any of this better, but I promise you I will never let anyone hurt you again. Not the Joker, not Waller.”

She smiles faintly down at him with tears filling her eyes. Slipping her fingers from his, she takes his jaw in her hands, her thumbs running over his cheeks. “I don’t regret one single moment, Rick. Not one. It led me to you.”

Rick’s eyes shutter. “I don’t deserve you, darlin’. When I think back to how I treated you…”

She shakes her head, keeping him firmly in her grasp. “You were doing your job. You didn’t know.”

He tries to pull away. “I should have.”

“Don’t do this to yourself. The past is done. We need to focus on the present, like what the hell we’re going to do about that drive.”

She’s right, but he can’t bring himself to think about that tonight. Not after everything else they’ve been through. “That’s a problem for tomorrow. We should sleep now.”

Silent in her agreement, Angel draws him up until his lips are level with hers. She closes the distance, softly pressing her mouth to his. A low moan spills from Rick’s throat as her fingers travel to the nape of his neck and then up to tangle in the lengths of his hair. He lets her set the pace, a spark of desire igniting in his chest when her tongue sweeps along the seam of his lips. He opens for her, revelling in the sensation of her deepening the kiss. All trace of anger has faded from her touch. And although he barely dares to admit it to himself, he thinks he knows what replaces it.

Love.

Rick waits until Angel has fallen asleep before crawling out of bed. He’s still reeling from her revelation and he knows sleep isn’t coming to him any time soon.

He needs a drink.

Quietly making his way to the kitchen, he goes straight for the bottle of whiskey in the cupboard beneath the sink. He’s had to replace it several times since returning to the apartment. He imagines he’ll need to replace it several more times before this nightmare is through.

Before he can pour himself a glass, he realises that his attempts to avoid rousing Harley have proven unsuccessful. Sensing a presence behind him, he pivots around to find the blonde staring back at him with suspicion written all over her face.

“Where the two of ya been all night?”

Affecting a casual tone, he shrugs. “Out.”

Harley snorts. “Ya ain’t as subtle as ya think, Flag. Ya know I saw the tickets to that shindig in Gotham, right? Not to mention that fancy schmancy dress. Figure that’s where ya both sneaked off to. But in separate cars? Makes no sense. You gonna spill?”

Rick pinches the bridge of his nose. “Do we really have to do this now, Harley?” He’s in no mood to get into a verbal sparring match with the one person who never backs down. In all their years of working together he has never once won an argument against the princess of crime.

Changing the subject with alarming speed, Harley gestures towards the bedroom. “She gonna be ok?”

It seems the blonde might not have been quite as fast asleep earlier as Rick had assumed. After reaching for an extra glass, he pulls a chair out from under the small wooden table and collapses into it wearily. He doesn’t bother asking if Harley wants a drink, going ahead and pouring her one anyway.

“I hope so.”

Harley joins him, the glitter of her ridiculous unicorn slippers catching in first rays of sunlight. She watches intently as Rick drains his glass in one mouthful. “What ya got yourself into, Flag? I ain’t stupid. Ya come back from Gotham covered in blood and Angel lookin’ like she’s gone another round with that poltergeist.”

Rick cringes at the memory and pours himself another generous glass, wondering how long he can avoid this line of questioning before she ramps up the pressure. He doesn’t want Harley involved, not if he can help it. He knows she’s not yet recovered from her own time with the Joker. The last thing he wants to do is rub at old wounds.

Peering at him over the rim of her glass, Harley’s expression is one of unease. It’s the first time Rick thinks he’s seen her looking anything other than her usual cocky and self-satisfied self. “What does he want with the drive?”

Her question catches Rick entirely off-guard. He’s never been able to figure out her uncanny ability of always knowing exactly what’s going on, just knows he has to be grateful for it. Afterall, without her managing to track Angel down all those months ago, he would be dead.

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

The lies might come easily to Rick these days, but Harley clearly isn’t buying it. “Cut the bullshit, Flag. I dunno what kind of trouble you’re in with Mister J, but ya need to let me help ya.”

“Fuck.” He rubs a hand over his face. “Wanted to keep you outta this, Harls.”

Almost imperceptibly, Harley’s face softens. It’s just as alarming as it is unusual. “And I appreciate that sweet’ums, but no one else knows him like I do.”

Rick braces his forearms on the table, his hands wrapped tightly around the glass. He doesn’t want to talk about the Joker, but perhaps he can still get something off his chest. “She killed three people tonight.”

Harley’s eyes widen and she shakes her head in disbelief. “Angel ain’t wired like us, Flag. She ain’t no killer.”

“Don’t you think I know that? It should’a been me. I should’a been the one to pull the goddamn trigger.”

She frowns, her face scrunching up in confusion. “You ain’t makin’ much sense again. Maybe I ought’a take that bottle out your hands.”

Rick sighs, heavily. How much can he give away without telling Harley the whole truth? “She saved my life. Again.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Rick realises his hands are still shaking as he drains his second glass. When he opens his mouth again the words spill out, any filter dulled by the burn of the liquor. “I should never have put her in that position. I could’a stopped it. The clown wanted them dead… I thought I was doin’ the right thing. Thought I was done killin’ for other people. Instead, I forced her hand. Gave her no choice. She was never gonna stand by and let him kill me, was she? And do you know what, Harls? It was me who turned her into a killer in the first place. What she did before… that was different…” Rick doesn’t elaborate. That’s Angel’s story to tell.

Uncharacteristically silent, Harley studies him. Her expressive eyes never leave his face. In moments like this it’s easy to picture her back in her old life. Dr Harleen Quinzell. He wonders if she misses it. Does she have any regrets?

“Ya talkin’ in riddles, Flag.” Draining her own glass, she places it back on the table, tapping it agitatedly with her brightly coloured fingernails. “I gotta know… what does Mister J have over ya?”

Angel

Angel wakes to the sound of raised voices. She can’t have been asleep for long; the early morning sunlight is just starting to creep through the curtains, but Rick is notably absent.

The walls aren’t quite so thin that she can make out what’s being said, but she recognises Harley’s shrill tone and it’s obvious she’s not happy. Climbing out of bed with unsteady legs, she opens the door and peers apprehensively into the hallway.

Following the sound of that same, shrill, hollering, Angel soon finds herself in the kitchen, greeted by the sight of Harley squaring up to a sheepish looking Rick. He’s sat at the kitchen table while the blonde towers over him, a promise of violence gleaming in her wild eyes. Two empty glasses and a bottle of whiskey lay forgotten on the table. Angel wonders what on earth Rick could have done to piss her off so much.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” she’s yelling at him, oblivious to Angel’s presence. “Why the fuck would ya do that? He’s insane.”

“What’s going on?” Angel looks between the two of them. They both pause and stare at her, surprised.

Before Rick can so much as open his mouth, Harley rounds on Angel. “Ya knew about this!? And ya didn’t think to tell me?”

“What are you-”

“Why didn’t ya take it out? Use ya powers? Ya did it back on Corto-fuckin’-whatever. Why can’t ya do the same again?”

Realisation dawns on Angel. Harley knows about the nano-bomb. Both she and Rick had made a conscious effort to spare her the heartache. “Harley-” she tries, but it’s no use.

Harley prods a finger into Angel’s chest. “He did this for you. Now ya need ta make it right.”

“Quinn!” Rick barks in warning, but Angel subtly shakes her head. She knows without a shadow of a doubt that she can protect herself from Harley, but equally she knows she won’t have to.

“Don’t you think I would have if I could, Harley? Don’t you think it kills me that he made this sacrifice, and I can’t help? If I’d had any idea what was going to happen…” She eyes Rick again over Harley’s shoulder. “I never would have gone along with his insane plan.”

Harley slumps, her hand falling back to her side. “I still don’t get it. Why can’t ya take it out?”

“And risk accidentally activating it?” Angel has been fighting this internal conflict ever since she found out what Rick had done - weighing up the risk. In the end, it wasn’t worth it. She’d never be able to live with herself if something went wrong. “I couldn’t, Harls. God knows, I wish I could.”

Carefully, she guides Harley back down into the seat opposite Rick and takes the liberty of pouring them both another glass of whiskey. She’s had perhaps an hour of sleep, but somehow, she is the calm and rational one.

“Fine.” Harley glares between Rick and Angel. “So what’s our plan?”

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Could I request a Bucky Barnes x reader smut? Basically she and Bucky have been together for some time and maybe it’d be a little angst where the two are talking about the future and Bucky not thinking he can ever have a normal future? Which would result in soft smut and later reader being revealed as pregnant so Bucky finally gets his family

I’m Home

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | based on the request ^^

Warnings | angst, smut, oral sex (m receiving), fluff, pregnancy, mentions of death

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The Wilson’s boat rocked sturdily upon the water, swaying as the boats worked aboard. Your hand held the weight of a silver spanner, twirling it in your fist as though it were a knife, thinking of the long road ahead of you. Sam had the shield now, that was a good start, but still, there was a ways to go until the world recognised him as the captain that he was meant to be.

There was so much destruction ongoing in the world, what with the flag smashers, and whomever the power broker was, and surely, you knew on the shallow surface, that there would be masses more problems to arise. It was exhausting, to know that there was no end to the war on earth, and that you were surely going to be fighting the threats until you could no more.

Bucky felt the same; he had just gone from one war to another, losing everyone that he cared about along the way. Steve had given everything up to finally find peace, and yet, the two did not share the same opportunity. An escape was never laid at your feet, instead, the pair of you were trapped in the cycle of cruelty, being blended around in a shredder by reality.

“Hey.” A voice confiscated you from the lonesome containment of your thoughts; it was Sam’s hosting sister, Sarah. I’m her own way, though you doubted that she would never admit such a thing, she was a hero. She had become a widow, and not to mention she remained a stable mother to keep her boys afloat, as well as nurturing half the kids that lived within close proximity.

“Hi Sarah.” You put the tool down, giving her your ample attention as you stood, tugging your fingers into the loops of your jeans as you stepped out of the boat, and onto the dock. “Anything I can help with?” It hadn’t passed your attention that Sam and Bucky had disappeared, but not into ash like last time. Instead, they had walked off in the direction of the house, most likely meddling about with a ball, in the back yard with Jim and Jody.

“I just came to let you know I’ve made the sofa up for you and Bucky. Are you sure you’ll be all good, I could always kick Sam outta his bed and make him sleep on the living room floor?” The two of you had nightmares, if you were to be separated from him for even a night, it was certain that the pair of you would greatly suffer. That was something you didn’t want to burden any of the Wilson’s with, screaming in the middle of the night because flashes from your past struck an unconscious nerve.

“All good, and thank you Sarah. You didn’t have to let us stay here, we both appreciate it, a hell of a lot.” One thing that you had learnt throughout your years was to show gratitude. The smallest amount shared had the ability to spring up moods, and had even set you on a much more heroic path than the one that you had been originally been placed upon.

“You’ve earned your stay.” Sam’s sister shrugged with modesty, acknowledging the help that you and Bucky had not only given to Sam, but to her family’s legacy. The two of you had aided with fixing the old wreckage that had now returned to the form of a boat, keeping it afloat rather than permitting it to sink from the quarrels that Sam had with himself regarding fixing the damned yet meaningful port of transport.

“This life you have, it’s great. I get it’s not easy, but it’s beautiful. You have two wonderful kids, that you’ve done such a great job raising, and not to mention, these community that you have is so loving and kind, even to us outsiders.” The pair of you had paused outside of her front door, speaking. “Sam is lucky to have you, he truly is.”

“Well, maybe one day this life could be something similar to what you’ll have.” The sister of your friend smiled, though your mirroring expression retracted. In a stumble of thought, you shook your head, not believing that possibility. This all was... perfect. That was something that you had never had, nor would you think that you’d ever be permitted such a peaceful lifestyle.

“I don’t think that would work out.” You sincerely mumbled, feeling the sad swelling in your chest at the prospect of all the luxuries that life had denied both you and Bucky of. It wasn’t fair all the same, but the two of you were used to being denied human rights, let alone the simplicity of nothing more than a life together. “As nice as it sounds, me and Buck aren’t really cut out for all this I suppose.”

“The world does not choose who can and cannot have a family, there’s always a way. Just because you haven’t had the most ideal line of story does not at all mean that you can’t make it work, from as much as i know, you two deserve a life together, that doesn’t include being shot at, or shooting at other people. Sometimes, you’ve just gotta go for it, and hope for the best.” She gave you a final nod, before heading inside, and you trailed after her into her her residency.

The two of you went your separate ways, and there, you saw Bucky, sat up on the sofa, his hands clasped together as his eyes stared towards the tan bag, that concealed not the shape, but the Stars and Stripes of the infamous shield. It was much a relief that it was no longer in Walker’s toxic clutch, however its presence, among other things, were taking a clear toll on your boyfriend.

“You ever feel like we’re stuck?” The air was tense around you both as he spoke solemnly, it diverting to match the mood of his question. “Like we’re us, and I love us, but it makes me think that it’s it. Just me and you, on this path for the rest of our lives, never getting a compensated break, nor an average person’s future. I want this, what these people here have, not the combat that is aided by this metal arm, or the associations that stick to us like life lines.”

“All the time, it’s on my mind James.” With a sigh, you came to sit beside him on the couch, resting your head against his bionic shoulder. “I ever wonder if there’s a timeline of you and me where there’s none of this ruckus, we just have a nice little house in a quiet and accepting place, and maybe a kid or two in the future.”

“I’d give anything up for that.” He looked at you, almost wide eyed, as his hand slithered down onto your knee cap, rubbing small circles as he wore a blunt and endearing smile upon his infatuating lips. “I mean that Buck, that sounds...”

“Perfect?” He asked, leaning closer as he grabs your chin with his wondrous fingers, his nose brushing alongside your own as his puckered lips fell upon yours, earning a small hun of content from within you. “Because you’re perfect to me, and no matter what life we are encased in, I want to share it with you. I want stare at the night sky and watch the moonlight illuminate the side of your face, and the stars reflect in your entrapping eyes, that I want to look into like a medium’s orbs forever, because that is how I will see the future that I ever so hope for.”

“How long have you been working on that one Barnes, because you are usually not that smooth?” A small laugh erupted from your mouth, but you were quickly silenced as you felt a cold metal hand slither up and beneath the back of your tank top, rubbing along the seam of your spine, as his lips ran down the column of your throat, evoking small and delicate whimpers out of you.

“Shut up doll, because I really want to fuck you now, and those words leaving your mouth are making it kinda hard to concentrate.” A furrow imbedded between his brows, as you tilted your head at him, a smirk proclaiming your expression as you pulled the material over your head, and reached behind yourself to unclip the back of your bra.

“Kinda hard to concentrate, hun?” You asked nonchalantly as his gaze zeroed in on your bare breasts, his hands smoothing along your ribcage as he adjusted his grip of you so that he was palming at your breasts, and squeezing the nipples. “I want you in me baby, I’ve practically gone days without you inside of me.” Licking your lips, you reached down to palm your beloved through his layers, earning a positive groan from the former assassin.

“Hours, you mean. I fingered you on the road trip here.” Yes, that was true, however, it was only his fingers, not even the metal ones, and whilst you loved what they alone could do, he had to be discreet as you were sat on the back of the truck, which had carried the primary parts for the Wilson’s family boat. If you were to scream out, they’d have surely thought that you’d fallen off the back of the truck and pull over, or if they had much sense, they’d have noticed that there was more going on than two passengers sat side by side on the journey to their small neighbourhood by the docks,

“You heard me Barnes, otherwise I’m sure Sam wouldn’t have any problem if I came to his room in this state of undress that I am currently portraying.” Growling was never Bucky’s fortes, however the sound aggressively ripped through the tunnel of his throat, as he threw off his grey top, quickly unfastening his belt, as he awaited for you to strip the rest of your clothing before him.

But rather than doing so, as he stood before you, your hand had trouble resisting the sight of his cock that had bobbed to attention, and thus, you wrapped it around his toned flesh, giving it a couple jerks that had his head reeling back, before you tongued his tip, moaning to yourself at the taste of him invading your sensitive taste buds. “Love your cock.”

As soon as you said that, Bucky gently gathered your head in a ponytail so that it was free from bombarding your face, and groaned as quiet as he could as you sucked him in your mouth, running your tongue up the side of his shaft. “Is that a part of your dream world baby doll, the sight of my cock throbbing to be inching down that perfect little throat of yours?”

To answer him, you pressed your head down deeper, humming around him as your eyes ogled up at the sight of your super soldier, who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open, and attuned to the sight of you. He held his bottom lip between his teeth, as you lightly gagged around him, pulling off him, and squeezing his balls, before running your hungry tongue along the middle of his sack.

“Always. It would be a dream if you made love to me right here and now though, I’m not sure I can wait any longer James.” Bucky took a long inhale, before ravishingly pulling down your jeans and panties in one go, and tossing you so that he was below your form, and you hovered over him, toying with his erect cock. “I love you so much Bucky, and I’m scared of what’s to come. I have a feeling that there’s gonna be a fight.”

“There’s always a fight doll face.” He rubbed his thumb soothingly across your jaw, pulling your hips down closer so that you were rubbing your slick folds against his standing cock. “But this is what we’re fighting for, the rest of our lives together. I’d be damned, one day after this, and if I were to die, I’d be a happy man. There’d be the memory of you to keep me forever happy in the afterlife, and not to mention, there’d be no more wars for me to participate in.”

“I’m not going to let you die Buck, even hypothetically. We saw how your little hypothetical synopsis went last time.” Tapping his cock against your clit, a breathy sound evicted from your lips, as you stared down at the two of you intimately touching, the sight alone making you more turned on and impatient. “No one is allowed to kill you, otherwise I’ll unleash hell on all their flag smashing asses.”

Giving him one last stroke, you guided his tip towards your entrance, removing your hand once you had him situated, so that you could rest it upon his sturdy shoulder, and sink down on him, the feeling of him stretching you being the most euphoric sensation that you had ever endured. Hushed moans ceased from the both of you, as Bucky’s hands gripped your ass cheeks, only adding to all of the pleasure that was erupting within you.

“Think your pussy is gonna kill me before anyone else does; your so tight.” His pitch had rose, as your fingertips danced along the left side of his handsome face, invisibly connecting the dots of his beauty marks. You allowed the pair of you to adjust for a simple moment, before you began to raise your hips, sliding up his super soldier rod, only to slide down it again.

The actions were repeated, as your own hands trailed down his warm skin, to drag down the golden lines of his vibranium arm, only to bring the weapon to your mouth, and kiss every black finger up, as you tried your best to muffle the moans that were hoping to reap free. “So fucking big, I love you and your cock.” You muttered, your sight turning blurry as Bucky realised that it was his turn to do the work, and thus, he thrusted up into you, making echoing sounds of your skin slapping together reverberate around the room.

“Love you more.” He gritted his teeth, pulling his metallic hand away from your numb lips, so that he could swirl the elegant digits around your clit, the action provoking whimpers to rapidly surpass your exterior, as you bit harshly onto your own lip, and screwed your eyes shut. “Cum for me doll, want you to cover my hard cock in everything you have. Come on baby, you can do it.”

Without much thought, as your mind was too scrambled to do so, you reached for Bucky’s spare hand, pulling it to your mouth as you sucked on his fingers as though you were blowing him. A low moan that was dialled down from the presence of his flesh digits, ran from your mouth, as you began to bounce your hips, chasing and eventually reaching your high. You came around him, pushing him too over the edge, his seed filling your walls, as you collapsed atop of him, huffing from exhaustion as you removed his salivated hand from the realms of your mouth, resting your head against his panting chest.

Stringed sighs fell from Bucky’s breath as he tried to catch his own breath. His hands rubbed your back, not only to comfort you, but also to subconsciously pull you closer against him, and his softening cock that was still inside you, and was keeping his cum plugged within your tender and pulsating walls. If life was easier, there’d be more time for this, and that, but for now, it was just every now and then. Maybe you’d win this fight and survive until the next one, but maybe, you’d lose and never battle again.

Life was precious, that was something that you had not only learned as an avenger, but also something that had been told to you by Isiah. That man thought that you deserved a normal life, no fighting, no super soldiers. He himself was the biggest yet silent critic of those with additional strength, but his opinion was never going to sway you, not as you stared out into Sarah’s backyard, and watched the man that you loved play with the boys.

They had the shield, and were whisking it through the air like a frisbee; dangerous, yes, but again, life could only amount to so much without an ounce of pain. A content and satisfied smile absorbed any pain on your face, you were enraptured with the sight of Bucky like this, he was like an uncle to these two kids. He was no captain America, that was for sure, but you didn’t want a man in Stars and Stripes, all you wanted was him to be at peace, and it was a fact unbeknownst to him, that you had made such an alternative to that.

“Still want all this?” Sarah emerged, a cheap yet formidable bottle of wine pursed in her hand, as she held two clear and tall glasses in her hand. You hummed, watching as she poured the thin red consistency into one glass, but as she went to fill the other, you held out your hand, shaking your head. The woman was confused, last time you had visited, and were entangled on her sofa with the limbs of your boyfriend and a shaggy old blanket, you had kindly accepted her offer.

“Sure do.” You sighed, staring out into the green abyss where Jim was hanging from Bucky’s arm like it were a branch. “How do you do this, this whole mother thing? I’ve never been able to wrap my head around how you make it look so easy, it’s just, you do such a good job.” Your palms rested flat on your thighs as you laughed at Sam ordering Jody to jump on Bucky’s back, as he fell down in faux defeat.

“It never is easy y/n.” She placed the open bottle down, along with the mismatched glasses, that were asymmetrical considering one was half filled and the other wallowed in emptiness. “But every step of difficulty is worth it. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss their father, but they’re my priority. For Jim and Jody, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do, and you’d understand that if you ever opened yourself up to giving your life of heroism up to have all this.”

“I might have to.” Twiddling with your fingers, glancing up at your boyfriend, realising that he was in fact not looking over, you clasped your intwined hands over your stomach, smiling softly to yourself. “And maybe not having another option is the best option for me and Buck, because we don’t have to fight with ourselves over being included in our duties, we have new ones.”

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Sarah asked, resting her nurturing hand upon the tile of your shoulder, prompting you to turn your face towards her. There was a conflict in your eyes, it was something that she recognised her younger self having once worn. It was the idea of putting everything aside, all for a child, everything that she had ever known, so that she could put her baby boy first. “Does Bucky know?”

“He will.” You shifted your head down, unsure of yourself. This had been what you had wanted, and whilst you still envied Sarah for the role she had, you were hurt. A part of you wanted to be an avenger until you were nothing but a soul drifting in the abyss of non existence, another didn’t want to let the knowledge of being a carrier for a new future crumble you. “I just need a moment to tell him.”

“I’ve got it.” She sent you a wink, picking up the items she had brought out, before she called on Sam and the kids to come inside. Sarah had gifted you the opportunity of revealing the truth to your partner with no one else around; you appreciated that. As he stalked closer, you met him halfway, sinking into his arms as he hugged you.

“Looked like you were having fun with the boys.” You verbally noted, loving the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. “You’re amazing Bucky Barnes, to me and to everyone. I just, don’t want you to freak out on me, I have something big, really big, to tell you, and-“

“Baby, I know.” He smiled, pulling back so that he could look you in the face. “I have super human senses, I heard their little heart beat for the first time yesterday. We’re having a baby, and I couldn’t be happier about it. In fact, I want to ask you if you’ll accept my question of making Sam the godfather.” You nodded, tears standing in your eyes, as you brought the man down for a kiss.

“Yes. But I’m not sure that he’ll be praising us for making a baby when we technically created him or her on the couch inside.” Bucky shook his head at you, kissing your forehead before walking inside with you, preparing to tell the Wilson family, that had along the way became your own, the good news- well, not the sofa bit.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Baby, It’s Cold...

Warnings: this fic includes dubious/nonconsent, fingering, lying, manipulation, and general Ransom naughtiness

This is explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You go to meet your online admirer but not all is as it seems.

Note: Our Chris-mas fic is here! I tried to keep the holiday details as vague as possible and hope you all enjoy what I came up with. As a reminder, y’all chose Ransom Drysdale + Sugar Daddy + Silverfox (= yes please)

I hope y’all enjoy!

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Your nerves wouldn't stop. It was the tap of your fingers, the urge to chew your thumb, and the way you shifted in your seat just when you got settled. The flight was long enough to calm down and definitely not long enough to prepare yourself. 

You scrolled through your phone, offline for the journey. You swiped through the photos saved in your gallery. Hugh had paid for the ticket. A gift for the holidays he said; his gift, he added, was you. It was cheesy but it made you smile. He always had a way of surprising you. One moment, he was stern and demanding, the next he was flirty and fun, and sometimes, he could be sappy. He was different than any man you’d met; well you hadn’t exactly met yet.

It had started on your Insta. You liked to post pictures of pretty things; flowers, birds, critters, and the odd monument. Sometimes, even, yourself. He messaged you about some photo of a vintage book. It was random and awkward. You weren’t quite sure how you managed to bring the quality to text but you did always find a way.

But it continued and you got to know him. He knew a lot about books; he said he worked in publishing. As a photography student, you weren’t as impressive. You assumed he was older; a few years, he said. Well, that wasn’t so bad. He also suggested you keep some prints; it could make for a good coffee table book. You liked hat he humoured you but you were like any other arts major; you were waiting for your green apron.

As they announced the landing over the speaker, you buckled in. You played with the locked buckle. You had lied to your mother. You told her you were staying on campus for the winter break. What would do if she knew if you were meeting a stranger? Huh, you were meeting a stranger and you had kept it all a secret. Your romcom had just become a horror in your mind.

Well, you had the app on the phone. The one that would send your location if you didn’t log in within the next eight hours. But it could be too late by then. Shit, this was stupid. So stupid. You could hide and tell him you missed your flight. Well, fuck, you’d texted him just before boarding.

As the plane descended you went through every worst case scenario; catfish, liar, murderer… Hugh was hot as fuck and you had to admit, a rich guy with eyes like his, was way out of your league. You bit your lip as you looked at the pic of him at the beach; was it the abs that made you so dumb or the smirk?

The large wheels rolled over the tarmac as the pilot steered past the other planes and into position. You waited as disembarkment began and the attendants reminded passengers to remain seated until told otherwise. You felt the wine in your stomach swish. Hugh had paid for first class; you had enjoyed the complimentary drinks a little too much. The first had been for courage, the second for foolishness.

Finally, it was time to get up. Time to face your naivety. Why did these things seem like a good idea until the last minute? Rather, why did you think they were? This was like that blind date in your freshman year that turned out to be a prank by your roommates. Sophomore year saw you relocated.

What if the same was going through Hugh’s head? What if he was disappointed? It was easy to seem cooler than you were behind a screen. It wasn’t exactly like you broadcasted the fact that you spent all your time in the library or the fact that your study group was the majority of your socialization. Well, maybe you’d both be let down and you could laugh about it together.

You grabbed your carry-on and followed the rest of the passengers down the ramp and into the tunnel. You felt like you were in a movie or a dream. It was surreal. Had you really flown all this way to meet this online pal? 

As you reached the escalators, you turned your phone off of airplane mode. There was a message waiting for you. ‘At the gate.’ It was all too real as you sent back an emoji and neared the belt to grab your bag. You extended the arm and rolled it behind you as you headed for the last barrier. You were waved through customs and met another set of escalators. You bounced your leg as you descended.

You got to the bottom and walked around as you searched those waiting around the gate. Blonde hair, you couldn’t miss it. Blue eyes, tall, broad shoulders… he was the type to stand out in the crowd. 

“Hey,” you felt a large hand on your back and another on the handle of your bag. “Right here.”

The deep voice was the same from your phone calls. You smiled and looked over as he took your bag entirely and wrapped his arm around you.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here.” You turned to him and his hand rested on your hip as he faced you.

The air went out of you and your lips parted. You blinked and sputtered. “H- Hi.” 

“You okay? How was the flight?” He asked.

You were in shock. Your entire body jittered and your breath was trapped in your chest. It was Hugh but he was about twenty years older than his photos. Most of his hair was silver, with only a few strands of blonde, and though he hadn’t aged poorly, the difference was stark. Handsome as he still was, he had lied.

“It was… fine.” You forced out. “I…” You shook your head and pouted as your thoughts raced, “Hugh, you’re… older than I expected.”

“Call me Ransom. Everybody does.” He leaned it, “Why don’t we talk about this in the car?”

You looked around. You couldn’t really just turn around and go home, could you? You lowered your chin and sucked in your lip as you thought. What else had he lied about?

“Sure,” you said thinly. “I…”

“Babe, it’s me,” he coaxed, “I’m exactly who I said I was. And you, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”

You glanced at him and nodded. You hooked your shoulder bag over your arm and he grabbed your hand as he pulled you with him. The wheels of your suitcase rolled loudly behind him as the buzz of the crowd drowned out your panicked mind. You let him guide you, in disbelief. You didn’t know what else to do.

You were outside as the haze cleared. You approached a car, sleek and sporty, though you were never good with types. Hugh, or Ransom, opened the trunk and dropped your bag inside. He went to the driver’s side and opened the door as you stared across at him. You mirrored him and lowered yourself into the passenger’s seat. The doors closed almost in unison and you stared through the windshield at the unfamiliar parking lot.

He cleared his throat and turned the engine. You snapped your belt into place as he shifted into gear. You flinched and crossed your arms. You peeked at him in the rearview and his hand crawled onto your thigh. His eyes met yours in the mirror and he smirked. You were paralysed as he steered with one hand and his fingers tapped against your jeans.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he said, “Or… happy holidays. Whatever’s politically correct.”

He laughed and you only managed to choke on your spit. You felt like you should be mad but did you have any right to be? He hadn’t exactly catfished you. Not completely. And he had paid for your ticket and from what you could tell, he was just as rich as he claimed. Yet, that wasn’t exactly why you’d come. Sure, it was all just in good fun, you didn’t expect a whirlwind romance, but it was still jarring.

“Why don’t you just relax?” he purred, “I know it wasn’t too long a flight but flying always takes it outta me. And you’ll need your energy. I have lots of surprises in store for you.”

You nodded and leaned against the door. You hugged yourself and lifted your leg over the other and Ransom’s hand slipped away. He seemed unbothered as he sat back in his seat and turned his attention to the road.

The radio flicked on and filled the tense silence. You clung to the unknown lyrics to keep from drowning in fear.

🎁

Despite your doubts, you couldn’t help but be astounded by Ransom’s house. Almost four years in a dormitory and the Holiday Inn was like a palace to you, but his place was even more than that. A modern façade with a blanket of store across the sprawling yards which seemed to have been perfectly laid to match the straight lines of the structure. 

You stayed in the car as Ransom climbed out and took your bag from the trunk. You jumped in your seat as he tapped on the window with his knuckle. You looked over at him and undid your belt. You got out, your bag dangling from your wrist, and he touched the small of your back again as he led you forward.

“We’ll have dinner and then you can open your gifts,” he said, “That’s when the fun will start.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed as he unlocked the door with a code and ushered you in.

You watched him hang his jacket and reluctantly unzipped your own. You put your bag down but kept a hold of your phone.

“You’re nervous,” he intoned.

“Why did you send me those pics and not something more recent? You lied.” You said.

His mouth slanted and he raised his brows. “They were me. Not much of a lie.”

“Enough of one, don’t you think?”

He chuckled. “I think you at least owe me a little leeway. Considering.”

“Considering what? You offered to pay. Don’t hold that over me.”

“I’m not but… you’re young, you’re impulsive. I mean, you came all the way here and now what? You’re going to tuck tail and run home? Spend the last of that bursary money so you can hide?”

“Don’t patronize me,” you huffed as you stepped out of your boots.

“I’m not.” He said firmly. “I’m giving you advice and it’s hard to see when you’re young but we both know you’re smarter than your age. We both know what this is and me being older isn’t going to affect that.” His eyes roved over you, “Is it?”

You lowered your lashes and thought. You wetted your lips and looked down at your phone. You unlocked it and opened the app. You keyed in your password and turned off the alert. You’d come this far and you were fairly certain he wouldn’t murder you. Besides, your mother would kill you once she found out you’d come all this way.

“It’s just gonna take me a bit to get used to it,” you tucked your phone away, “But promise me, that’s it. The only lie.”

“Promise,” he said gently, “Now, dinner should be here soon so why don’t you get changed.”

“Changed?” You snorted, “What--”

“Up the stairs, the room at the end of the hall, there’s a red box on the bed. It should fit. If it doesn’t, I’m sure it’ll still look great on you.”

You smiled as your cheeks burned. He was older but he still had charm and had aged into his looks and not out of them. 

“Alright,” you said, “I… what’s for dinner?”

“Another surprise,” he replied as he neared and leaned in, “I’m more excited about dessert.” His breath tickled your cheek, his lips too, and you shivered. “Now go, we’ve both waited long enough for this.”

You drew away and turned to head up the stairs. He tapped your ass and you squeaked. You looked back over his shoulder and he winked. “Can’t help myself,” he raised his hands, “But I’ll try.”

You continued up the stairs and tried not to gape at what had to be expensive art. The furniture was no less extravagant and as you entered the room at the end of the hall, you closed the door and pulled out your phone. You typed in Ransom instead of Hugh Drysdale and pages of results popped up. Editor, Publisher, and Owner of Blood Like Wine Publishing. Jesus Christ, were you really that daft?

Well, he was famous enough to reassure you he wasn’t going to kill you. You tossed your phone on the bed beside the box and carefully untied the black ribbon around it. You shimmied the lid off and revealed the red velvet. You lifted it up, a short little piece trimmed with white fur. It was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever seen but scandalous nevertheless.

You stripped as your nerves only got worse. You slipped into the dress, it was tight around your chest and the short skirt had a slit along the thigh. You wanted to laugh at yourself. There was a pair of heels at the foot of the bed and you sat to slip on the stilettos. You stood and wobbled. You felt so dumb but a glance in the mirrored door of the closet gave you pause. Not bad.

You slowly made your way down the stairs. You held tight to the railing and as you came to the bottom, you looked around at the airy halls. You wandered into the next room and back to the kitchen. You stopped in the doorway as Ransom looked up from the counter. He carefully plated the food from the containers surrounded by paper bags. Expensive, boujie take out.

“The other way,” he smiled, “Past the stairs. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Oh, okay,” you spun and caught yourself on the wall. 

You found your way to the room across the hall. There was an artificial fireplace in the wall burning and a low table with two cushions planted deliberately on the floor. There was a bucket with ice and champagne in it and two glasses waiting. You crossed to it and touched the petals of the stemmed roses in the tall crystal vase.

You turned as you heard footsteps. Ransom entered with two plates. He passed you and set them down on the low table. He spun back to you and took in every inch of you. “Wow, you look… great.”

“Thank you,” you shied away and he caught your hands. He pulled you close as the candlelight gleamed along his silver hair.

“Come here,” his hand grazed your arm and he caught your chin, “Amazing.”

He brushed his lips against yours and pressed them more firmly. You let him as you heart hammered and he pulled away as he nibbled your bottom lip.

“Let’s eat,” he breathed. “Before it gets cold.”

You followed him to the table and sat on the cushion. It was difficult as your skirt rode up and you bent your legs beside you awkwardly as Ransom popped the cork. He poured the wine and you sipped at the foam. You could still feel the glow of the grigio you’d downed on the plane.

“So, did you bring your camera? Tomorrow we might go out and you can get some photos. It’s beautiful in the winter. Cold but makes warming up all the better.”

“Yeah…” You took a bite of the salad. “So, why didn’t you tell me who you were? If your age doesn’t matter, then--”

“You didn’t ask me for money. Not even when I mentioned it. Most women, I tell them who I am, they google me, and they do a poor job of tiptoeing around my checkbook.” He shrugged. “And I like you. I wanted to get to know you without everything else.”

“Get to know me?” You scoffed. “That’s what you call it?”

“My intentions were innocent. At first. I thought your pictures might make a good book and then I found one of you. Business isn’t everything.”

“Oh,” you fluttered your lashes, “It’s not?”

His hand snaked over to your thigh and he squeezed. He played with the fur along your skirt.

“I have enough money.” He said, “What I want isn’t so simple.”

🎁

You finished dinner and washed it down with the champagne as Ransom cleared the plates. As came back, you sat on your knees and watched him cross the room. There was a table stacked with presents in the corner. You only just noticed it as he looked it over and picked out one wrapped in gold paper.

He neared and held it out to you. You took it and ran your finger over the edge. “Your gift is in my bag,” you tried to stand and he waved you off.

“Later,” he said, “Open it.”

You slid your finger under a fold and tore. You slowly unwrapped the box; black and shiny. You crumpled the paper and dropped it on the table. You wiggled the lid off a revealed a pair of black furry cuffs. You giggled.

“Thanks,” you looked up at him.

“Stand up,” he said.

“W-Why?” You tilted your head.

“You gotta try them on,” he grinned, “Come on. Just a little bit of fun.”

“I don’t know, I never--”

“I know you didn’t come here just for steak so come on, get up.” He demanded, “And turn around.”

You bit down as you stared up at him. You wanted to laugh but the lines in his forehead warned you he was serious. He bent and took the cuffs from you and set the box aside. You stood, numb and shaky. You didn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to--

He spun you around and swept your arms behind you. You tried to pull away as he caught your left wrist in a cuff and quickly hooked the other. They closed tight around your wrists and he tugged on the link as if to test them.

You stared at the artificial flames licking at the glass. He cupped your ass and dragged his hands around to grip your hips.

“They look nice,” he purred, “Oh, baby.”

He bent and nuzzled your neck as he brought his arms around you and kneaded your tits. He pushed them up as he nibbled at your skin.

“These… are perfect,” he kissed you and teased your flesh with his teeth. “Fuck.”

He pulled down the top of your dress and bared your chest. You wriggled and he hugged your waist he kept you close.

“What are you doing, baby? Where are you going to go?” He tweaked your nipple, “Dressed like a little slut.”

“Hey,” you gasped and he retracted his hand to smack your ass.

He hushed you as his fingers crept down your thigh and he rolled up your skirt an inch at a time. “What are these?” He snapped your panties, “You don’t need those.” He pulled them below your ass and they fell to your ankles. “Let me show you what an old man does better than any kid.”

He reached around you and tickled your pelvis. He raised his head and inhaled the scent of your scalp as his hot breath glossed over your head.

“Don’t be shy now… or would you feel better with a camera?” He taunted. “Hmmm?”

“Hu--Ransom,” you uttered.

“Come on,” he forced his hand between your legs and flicked between your folds. “What did you think this was? How long did you think I’d wait?”

“No, but--” You gasped as he toyed with your clit, “Ransom.”

“Say it again,” he swirled his fingers. 

You gulped and moaned as he rubbed harder. Your legs quaked around his hand as he slid his fingers further back. You felt your arousal slicken as he spread it over your cunt and poked around your entrance. He slid a finger inside of you as he wiggled his crotch against your hands.

“Is this what you came for? Or did you want all of me?” He pushed another finger in. “You want me inside you, baby? Stretching you?”

You groaned as he curled his fingers and pressed the hell of his hand to your clit. He rocked his hand and cried out. Your legs cramped as your feet curled in the high stilettos.

“It doesn’t really matter what you came for,” he pushed on your shoulder until you bent forward. He caught the middle of the cuffs and held you like that. “I’m gonna get what I want.”

You closed your eyes and whined as he pulled his fingers out of you. You quivered and he spanked you before he withdrew his hand entirely. You felt him fumbling behind you as you shook your head. As you had been since you met him, you were off-balance. You couldn’t decide if what he wanted was what you wanted too.

You felt a prod along your ass. He brushed his tip down your cheek and poked between your legs. He wetted himself on your folds and pushed along your entrance. Slowly, he slid into you, grunting as he sank past his tip. Deeper and deeper until you threw your head up and moaned. He filled you completely; painfully and delightfully.

“Yeah, you want me.” He hissed as he thrust and jerked your body. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”

You hummed as he moved against you, your shoulders straining as he tugged on the cuffs.

“Say it. Say you want to be mine.”

“Ah,” you moaned, “I want-- to-- I-- I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, baby,” he snarled, “All mine. Aren’t you?”

“Y-y-yes,” your eyes rolled back as he sped up.

He rammed into you so hard your legs buckled. He growled and followed you down. He bent you over the table as swept the bucket and vase out of the way. He got to his knees as he pinned you over the top and crushed your hips against the edge. Your cheek was hot against the cool table as he jolted you.

“Mine,” he grunted, “Baby, all mine…”

He rutted into you as his voice mingled with yours. You whimpered as your legs tingled and your core bloomed. You let out a feral whine as you came, convulsing beneath him as he gripped the table above your shoulder. 

“You want me.” He rasped, “You want me to cum in you.”

“I-I-I…” You twisted your hands as you struggled to think; struggled to do more than murmur wildly.

“Fuck.” He swore and you felt him burst. 

He slowed as he slapped the table and when he stilled, he held himself over you and his breath sent a shudder through you. He sat back on his knees and slid out of you. His cum spilled down your thigh and you slumped down against him. He pinched the velvet bunched around our waist.

“You got more gifts to open, baby,” he slapped your ass as he stood, “You think you can keep up with an old man like me?”

#dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale #knives out #ransom drysdale x reader #fic #one shot #request #merry chris-mas #seasonal #holiday fic

[astaroth1357]

Leviathan's Odyssey 5:

God

*Mammon is happily about to break into Lucifer's study yet again when he hears the sound of banging metal and high-pitched shrieking coming from the kitchen... Knowing what the likely source, he swallows his reluctance in order to go check on what's happening*

*Beel is in the kitchen when he runs in, having narrowly dodged the flying butcher knife that lodges into the wall next to his ear… Little Satan is strapped into a high chair, wailing at the top of his lungs and banging his fists against a nearby countertop*

Mammon: BEEL!! What the hell is goin’ on in here!? Weren’t ya in charge of feedin’ him??

Satan: DIE!!!! DIE!! Diedie!!!

*a frying pan appears to float off of its hook and goes flying towards Mammon’s face but Beel manages to grab its handle before it knocks him out*

Beel: I was! But I think I made him mad…!!

Mammon: *gulps when he sees the metal pan just an inch from his nose, but has to push it aside quickly* He’s ALWAYS mad, Beel! What'cha do this time??

Beel: Nothing! *ducks a riocheting butter knife* I just…! Well…

Mammon: Spit it out already!!

Beel: I was trying to teach him how to eat, okay?? But he poked himself with a fork and lost it!

Satan: DIIIEEEE!!!!! 

*previously thrown kitchen supplies lift off of the floor and start flying at them for a round two. Beel rips a cabinet door from its hinges to shield them while Mammon takes the frying pan to bat away the murderous forks and spoons*

Mammon: Beel!! We agreed that we weren’t givin’ him that stuff yet! He’ll kill us all!!

Beel: Yeah, yeah I know but it’s not fair! He should learn how to feed himself like the rest of us!

Mammon: Now’s not the time for “fair,” Beel!!

*apparently hearing the commotion himself, Asmo storms into the kitchen wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a beauty mask - but even covered in cleanser, he look PISSED*

Asmo: WHY IS IT SO LOUD IN HERE!?!

*Mammon grabs Asmo by the arm and pulls him out of the way of an iron cauldron careening his way. Asmo shrieks at the sudden pull and clutches onto Mammon for dear life following the close save*

Asmo: What is the little monster doing now?!? Why are things flying??

Mammon: Quit callin’ him a monster and hell if I know! It’s not like he knows any spells!!

Beel: *whacks away a meat tenderizer aimed at Asmo’s cheek* I think he’s just really mad!

Asmo: *throws his hands up in despair* Of course of all the babies in all the world, we managed to get one that radiates homicide!!

Mammon: Shut your trap and go wake up Belphie! Lucifer’s still with Diavolo so he’s gotta be the one to put him to sleep this time!

Asmo: Me?? Why me??? Belphie won’t get up for me, make Beel do it!

Mammon: Are ya blind AND stupid?? I need Beel here with me! Just scream or something ‘till Belphie wakes up! It’s all you’re good for anyway!

Asmo: Shut up, you money-grubbing dirtbag!!

Beel: NOT THE TIME!! GO NOW!!!

*Asmo yelps a bit at the volume, but he manages to run out of the kitchen without much injury*

Satan: DIE!! Die! Die! DIE!!

Mammon: *pops his head out from behind their cover* Yeah we get it little buddy, ya don’t like us! But would it kill ya to cut it out??

Satan: DIIIIEEEE!!!!!!

*Mammon quickly jerks back behind the "shield" as a set of five knives all lodge themselves into it*

Mammon: Fuck, okay nevermind!!

*it only takes a couple minutes of fighting off the cutlery for Asmo to come back with a drowsy, but upright, Belphie in tow*

Belphie: What’s happening here…??

Mammon: No time for explainin’!

*Mammon swiftly grabs Belphie and sticks him behind Beel before taking the cabinet door from him*

Mammon: Grab another, Beel!

*while Beel rips off the other door, Mammon keeps shouting over the chaos*

Mammon: Belph, ya gotta knock out the kid! Beel and I will protect ya, just stay behind us then get’em outta the chair! Do what ya gotta do after that!

Belphie: *stays right behind Beel but groans* What did you do this time…??

Mammon: Shuddup and move!!

*the three of them start approaching the baby in the high chair, still wailing at the top of his lungs. Between the two cabinet doors and their combined reflexes, Beel and Mammon are able to keep Belphie more or less shielded from the flying utensils until they finally get close enough from him to make a move*

*Belphie jumps forward enough to grab the buckle to Satan’s seat, ignoring his little fists as they try to rip his hair out, and he gets the baby out of the chair as quick as he can manage*

Belphie: Ow!! Okay, lights out, kid!!

*Belphie sticks his hand over Satan’s eyes and, gradually, his struggling loses its gusto until the little baby falls asleep in his arms. All the kitchen supplies fall to the ground and it seems like his tantrum is finally over…*

Mammon: *drops the “shield” he was holding* Oh thank fuck that worked!! No more forks for him, Beel!

Beel: *also sets down his “shield” and looks down guiltily* But how is he ever going to eat right…?

Mammon: We’ll just have to teach him when he gets better.

Belphie: “If” he gets better…

*there’s a silence between the brothers as the gravity of that thought sinks in… What if he never gets any better…?*

*But then the little boy yawns*

Satan: *yaaaawn* Pa…

*all heads in the room snap towards the baby demon and everyone holds their breath. That was a new sound… right?*

Satan: Pa… Per… wish…

Beel: “Per… wish?”

Belphie: I think he meant, “Perish…” 

Asmo: *groans* Of course his second word also means, “Die!”

Mammon: But he’s learnin’! That’s what Lucifer said, right? 

*Mammon comes over and carefully takes the sleeping Satan from Belphie, holding him not unlike how he used to do all of them when they were young*

Mammon: He’ll get better, alright? Believe your big brothers for once! Ya guys weren’t all that different than this...

Asmo: *rolls his eyes* That’s such a lie...

Mammon: Shuddup Asmo, I’m serious! We just gotta be patient…

Beel: Do you think Lilith could have calmed him down…?

*again, there’s another silence in the room… aside from Satan’s soft snoring. For once, it seems like his little brothers are looking at Mammon for something… comfort maybe?*

Mammon: Lilith… *he fights the urge to bite his lip by holding Satan a little tighter* Lilith woulda been patient with’em… Levi too. They’d have helped us out… 

Belphie: If they were still here…

Mammon: *sighs* Yeah Belphie. If they were still here… but we don’t gotta focus on that part, ya know?

*Mammon starts walking towards the exit, patting little Satan on his sleepy head*

Mammon: I’m puttin’ the little shit to bed. Ya got feedin’ duty again tomorrow, Beel. No forks this time.

Beel: *nods quietly* Alright…

Mammon: *stops at the doorway and looks back* Oh. And “not it” explainin’ this mess to Lucifer. Ya gotta figure that out yourselves!

*as his brothers start to shout out in protest, Mammon just laughs triumphantly while he starts down the hallway. Looks like something isn’t his fault for once*

~Meanwhile in the Deepest Depths of the Ocean~

*for the first time since his conquest began, Levi is completely alone in the darkness. Having conquered every part of the seas above, all he has left is the deepest trenches to explore… home to the nightmares even his army refuses to face*

*perhaps being a stranger to this world has helped him. Whatever force commanded his troops to stay above has no sway on his mind. Even Lotan, his most trusted general, wouldn't follow him into these shadows...*

*he's told only one thing lives here. A creature beyond all comprehension... A being without form, without thought, and without convention, and yet festers into consciousness like a blight on all existence... A creature for which all other monsters fear to the point of insanity yet, strangely, Levi remains undaunted...*

*his mantra of loathing shields him as much as it consumes him. He’ll bow to no beast who believes they're better than him, no matter their size or strength. No one can think they’re better than he is... He’ll prove their lives are worthless in the end*

*finding the creature proved easy. He only had to follow the strings of insanity attempting to strangle his mind, growing ever thicker the closer he’d come. A lesser being may have felt helpless approaching it… a shattering insignificance compared to One that Defies All: a primordial essence from which those below the depths are connected and yet through denial believe to be their own... A Greater Power. A God*

*... but he’s fought a God before. All he saw before him now was an Abomination*

*and what he eventually saw skewered on the end of his trident was just another step on his journey of conquest - even as blood the color of madness plumed in the water around him, boiling his skin and contorting his bones... When the ranting clutter in his mind finally quieted, Levi was something new entirely…*

*he didn’t need to return to his army to feel their presence now. His metamorphosis completed when a ghastly wail that escaped his throat, carried telepathically through the waters around him. A clear signal to all who felt it... Above the sea, you’d hear nothing. But below...*

*a cacophony of shrieks. A chorus of howls. The roar of a new Master and the response of an entire ocean now at his disposal...*

*An army of unspeakable terror flourishing just out of sight…*

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

#am i saying levi killed an elder god? #that is exactly what i'm saying #i will die on this hill #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me scenarios #obey me fic #obey me headcanons

[smol-bean-buchanan]

loki spoilers

it hurt to watch, but honestly i’m glad they showed loki watching his future. his character development after the avengers was practically scrapped (after infinity war & endgame), but that gave him the perspective he needed, i guess? idk if i’m making sense but yeah.

sidenote: “you killed your mother” was so outta pocket :’) marvel chooses pain again and again

this… went all over the place. probably didn’t even respond correctly to the reaction, i fear. and i’m sorry. i tried.

my messy thoughts below 👇🏼

mobius showing him how his actions led to his mother’s death was most definitely a low blow. at that point, frigga was the only one who gave loki the love and attention he desperately searched for in other people/situations, so mobius telling loki that he ruined his chance at happiness cut deep. it isn’t until he goes back and finishes watching his sacred timeline journey that he realizes that mobius is wrong, or at least omitted a vital piece of information.

loki does find happiness beyond frigga.

he finds it in odin; we can all agree that odin wasn’t the best parent (mega understatement), but his dying words expressed how proud he was of his sons. his sons. thor AND loki. that inclusion must’ve been a huge deal for loki to finally be recognized on the same level as thor, especially coming from the man who in the past made it blatantly clear he preferred one over the other.

he find it valkyrie and bruce/hulk — as a revenger. loki has always been the lone wolf type, so him teaming up with unlikely acquaintances for the greater good was a huge step for him. he must’ve not realized how many walls he put up until he was forced to break them down, even finding himself having fun working with others rather than going rogue (“your savior is here” will never not be iconic”).

most importantly, he finds it in thor. god i can’t tell you how fucking hard loki and thor’s reconciliation as not only friends but also as siblings hit me on a personal level. no matter how close or distanced you are, there will be nothing more painful than the yearning of wanting to be there for your sibling and vice versa. that’s what loki always wanted from thor, and that’s the point they finally get to in ragnarok. you can literally see loki beaming as he sees himself at peace with thor. the dream he’s been subconsciously chasing after has finally come true. this is where he’s always wanted to be, surrounded by the people he cares about, the people who care about him in return.

what ultimately fucked him up was seeing how he only had that happiness for a short time. the minute he found his true place in life, it’s taken away. he died a hero but unfortunately at the cost of experiencing more of those happy moments with his family and friends. that (along with realizing how insignificant the stones are compared to the power of the tva) what pushes him to reevaluate every aspect of himself, from his character to his values to his goals. he’s realizing that he can be a better person sooner than later, he can have those precious moments sooner than later, he can have that love sooner than later. he’s seen how these experiences shaped him to be a better person, now it’s only a matter and choice of applying them to become that person.

loki’s already started being honest about why he’s unhappy, but seeing what does make him happy opens the door for a deeper, sooner development. it’s still unclear whether loki will be returned to follow his “correct” path on the sacred timeline after he helps capture his rogue self and/or if he’ll forget everything he went through, but for now this loki will most definitely go through some changes and grow to value something more than the empty dream he thought he needed to chase to be happy.

#hot takes from a hot mess amiright yall #actually wait no #not even a hot mess more like a… trying but failing mess lmao #marvel #mcu #marvel studios #loki #loki series #loki laufeyson

[officialwittek]

pt. 1

*gif is not mine*  

word  count: 2,097 

please forgive me if this is rough. i been outta the writing game for a minute. enjoy! 

7:30 am.

The obnoxious ring of my alarm disturbs my peaceful sleep. I groan and move the blankets off my legs, stretching my arms to the ceiling. After my morning stretch I walk to my bathroom and turn the water to the hottest it can go before stripping my pajamas off. I quickly step in the shower, welcoming the warmth on my skin. I let out a sigh as I felt all the tension from my restless night glide down the drain. After a good 15 minutes I finally muster the strength to step out and wrap my towel around myself. I finally dry off and go to my closet to pick out an outfit for the day.

My eyes scan the closet before finally landing on a black pinstripe blazer dress with a zipper slit on the thigh, a thick belt around my waist with a chain in the front, and some knee high boots with black beret. After getting dressed I started on my hair and makeup. I went for a natural but full beat with my favorite pair of falsies and put my hair in a simple French braid down my back. I walked out to meet my roommate Carly.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” I says, she acknowledges me with the wave of her hand and walks back to her room as I smile and start making my matcha latte

I boil some water and grab the oat milk from the fridge. After making my latte I settle on some Oreo cereal for breakfast. I glance up and see my roommate exiting her room, looking ready for the day.

“Whatcha got planned for the day?” Carly asks, I shrug and look at her casually

“I might have a meeting to discuss signing with Arista, and making my own album” I comment casually, watching her eyes widen with excitement

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Is David hiding somewhere with his camera?” Carly replies, I shake my head and watch her eyes fill with excited tears

“Baby!!! We have to tell everyone” she exclaims, I shake my head and cross my arms in an X shape

“We will tell them when I finish the meeting, I don’t wanna jinx myself” I whine, she nods understandingly

“Alright I should get going, let me know where you guys are so we can meet up after. You can ONLY tell Erin. I’ll see you later” I say, grabbing my work bag and keys from the counter

After a nerve wracking drive to the office I finally arrived. I take a deep breath and walk into the building where an assistant meets me. We take the elevator to a conference room.

We finally finished the hour long meeting. I brought a friend, who happened to be a lawyer to look over my contract before signing it. I shook their hands and said we would let them know in a few hours. After our meeting my friend and I headed out to get some boba and take a look at the contract. I quietly drank my black milk tea and sent a few texts to my friends.

“Looks pretty good, initial here and here... ok and just put your signature here” She said, I nodded signing and initialing away

They called the label and let them know we had signed the contract. My friend went and dropped off the contract while I headed to David’s. When I opened the door I noticed almost everyone was here, except for Jeff and Scott. I took my shoes off and quietly headed into the house.

“Soo.. what’s the verdict?” Carly asked, everyone looked to me in confusion

“Signed, and I’ll be starting my music journey with Arista today” I yell, my friends jump up in celebration and crowd around me

“We celebrating tonight bitches” Zane exclaims, and at this point who cares that it’s a Monday morning and they’ll most likely forget tonight

“Make sure you guys invite Jeff, and we’ll get Sage so drunk she can tell HIM how horny he makes her” Carly says, prompting David to take out his camera again and makes Carly repeat it

“God I tell Carly ONE time that I would get Jeff crush my head between his biceps and suddenly I’m being crucified for being horny” I retort, earning loud laughs from everyone else

“Tell David what you told me last night, after seeing Jeff’s insta post” Carly commands with a wide smile, I sigh and look right at David so I’m not looking straight into the camera lens

“Allegedly when I was a little litty last night, I was stalking his instagram and I saw the picture of him spraying water on himself in your merch… and allegedly I said that I would let him knock my cervix into my lungs and I would apologize for simply being too weak to handle it” I whispered, but everyone heard me anyways and as if on cue the devil himself walked in through the front door

“Jeff come listen to this” Jason says, showing the footage he recorded of me saying what I just said, I stood there in shock, Jeff quickly turned to me and smirked

“Come here baby” Jeff says, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to a bedroom while our friends laughed

“Finally, I’m getting the dick I deserve” I yell, Jeff puts me down gently after we round the corner

“Also Todd told me we’re celebrating for you, what happened?” He asks, I tell him the news and he lifts me up again

Jeff and I had been close from the minute we met, it really felt like I met my platonic soulmate to be completely honest. We’re always jokingly flirting with each other for the vlogs and if I’m not with the girls I’m usually with Jeff. Although, lately he’s been too busy to hang out or workout together, on the contrary he’s always free for David and the rest of our friends but when I want to hang out one on one there’s always something. It felt nice, just being the two of us. But alas, as soon as he finished the hug he waltzed right back to our other friends.

“Yea I’ve been doing good, how about you?” I mumble to myself, walking back to our friends as we talk about what to do until the rest of our friends are free to go out for the night

Natalie, Zane, David, and I decided to go somewhere and film some stuff and have a little photoshoot while we were at it. We took some videos of us fucking around in the parking lot of some mall. Zane decided to provide some commentary for the vlog as Nat and I took pictures.

“Look at these whores, won’t take no fucking pictures with me. I’m SAgE anD i’M a FaMoUS MuSICiAn, FuCK YALl” Zane yells, I hand my phone to Nat and walk over to David’s Tesla, grabbing the small paintball gun in the trunk

“Fuck with me again little bitch” I said, walking up to him and shooting him two times in the leg with the paintball gun, he cussed me out on the floor while the three of us laughed our asses off

“Alright let’s get going so we can collect everyone before we go out... or we could have it at  David’s house so I don’t have to worry about flashing my ass to random people?” I ask, making puppy eyes at  David as he reluctantly give in

“Fine, but you’re helping clean up after” He says, I nod eagerly as the four of us pile into the Tesla

“I’ll let Suzy and Jonah know, everyone else will probably be at the house anyways” Natalie says, quickly typing on her phone  

We arrive at David’s house as the sun is setting and we start getting ready for everything. Toddy and Jeff go on an alcohol run, while the rest of us started setting everything up. Natalie and Zane go to get more solo cups and some extra things. I’m helping David put away some valuable things while everyone makes the house presentable and work on making it Zane and Heath proof, which could be impossible.

“Can I be in control of the music king?” I ask, David rolls his eyes at the horrible nickname and nods I connect to the speaker while pouring shots for everyone with the alcohol we have at the house

After I was done pouring the shots the ones who went to run errands came back and we all huddled in the kitchen. I put the down the bottle and we all hold our glasses up.

“May we all get absolutely plastered, and some of incredibly high. Maybe both? And may Zane stay away from the hospital for one fucking night, amen” I yell, we all cheers and take shots

After smoking with some of our friends I go back in the house and find it absolutely packed with people. David is multitasking with taking disposables and filming an incredibly drunk Zane and Ilya. And above all the talking and yelling I hear the familiar beat.

‘Do it, baby. Stick it, baby. Move it, baby. Lick it, baby...’

I scream and run to the make shift dance floor, my girls behind me as I start grinding on Corinna as she smacks my ass. I’m screaming the words, someone hands me a drink and I slowly start to feel myself get loose. Everyone making a circle around Corinna, and myself. We switch and I fall on the couch while Corinna gives me a lap dance.

“PUSSY SO GOOD HE GOT MY NAME ON IT” We scream, grabbing each other as  Zane somehow finds himself on my lap too

After the song I make my way to the bar with Zane and Heath, my favorite drinking buddies. After getting a lot more alcohol in me than my entire being can tolerate we go back and start dancing. I was swaying to the music, occasionally dancing with our friends when I feel someone grab me.

“What do you think you’re doing? Shaking your ass for everyone to see” the faint linger of that Staten Island accent makes me smile, but it quickly changes to a frown when my brain registers the words he said

“What do you think Jeffreyyy? I’m-” “Zane what the fuck” I turn and see our friends huddled around the bathroom

“Watch out everyone” Natalie says, backing up and taking a running start towards the door and successfully kicks it down

“Zane why didn’t you say anything? We thought you were dead man” Jeff laughs, I walk into the bathroom and laugh at the sight

After a few more hours the strangers have left the house and our friend group is still going strong. I quietly nurse my water that Jeff forced me to have. David taking some disposables of the rare quiet moment.

“Zane.. I bet you won’t try and fight Jeff right now” I slur, my world still spinning from the poison in my body  

“For what?” Zane replies, I smirk and look at Jeff

“Dude I’ll straight up kiss whoever wins” I say, David immediately bringing his vlog camera out and quickly explaining the situation

“Wait I wanna fucking get in on this” Ilya says, the three of them getting up... well Zane and Ilya could barely stand let alone fight Jeff, the most sober one here

The three of them start pushing each other, I’m a little too drunk to really understand what was going on. Before I know it Jeff had them both on the ground and was declared the winner

“Sageee... you gotta kiss Jeff” David teases, shoving the camera in my face as I chuckle

“Oh y’all know I wanna do more than kiss. Come here dumb bitch” I say, turning around on the couch as Jeff stabilizes me and plants a kiss right on my lips as our friends scream and jump around. I pull away and David turns his camera off for the moment.

“Can I pleasee have more shots.. Zane, Ilya get your dumbasses up we’re getting more drunk so David has content” I yell, the two of them immediately getting off the floor and walking with me to the kitchen

“David, come here I have a secret to tell you” I yell, stumbling over to meet him halfway

“Closer, closer..... I’m so fucked up”

#vlog sqaud #vlog squad imagine #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine

[bittykimmy13]

Wounds (GT Angst)

This is a Shot in the Dark AU known at the “Dark Future AU”.

Fairies have been exposed to the world. Bounties have been placed on their capture. They’re not going down without a fight.

Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5 / @little-miss-maggie​ , creator of the rad header image  <3

Warning: Blood

(( More Dark Future AU ))

A human in the safe house.

It was unheard of. The news spread through the halls like wildfire, accompanied by frantic questions of potential evacuation. If one human had found the haven, surely a mob of them would soon breach the glamour barrier and capture every last fairy.

That morning, Zia only heard about the rumors and chaos secondhand. If evacuation was necessary, it would have been underway by now, she assured herself. Though she was chilled at the thought of a human somewhere on the grounds, she continued tending to her patients and studying diligently to be prepared for whatever wounds were brought before her. 

During the past months, the healing ward had been so packed with the influx of arrivals that she scarcely found time to eat or sleep, let alone chase rumors. She couldn’t afford to lose sight of her role’s importance. Fairies showed up half-dead from their exhausting journeys, sometimes harboring injuries from humans.

Never had the world been such a hostile place for her kind.

“Saffron. Maeve.”

Zia looked up from her book, where she had been carefully studying an incantation for healing burns. 

It was Audrine who had spoken. She looked more vexed than usual as she entered the healing ward with three unfamiliar fairies in tow. They didn’t appear to be injured, but they had the wide eyes of new arrivals who were no strangers to suffering. Saffron and Maeve, the leaders of the ward, assigned nearby healers to their patients and hurried to Audrine. Zia tried to focus back on her spellbook, but she couldn’t help but overhear

“I’m sure by now you’ve heard about the human,” Audrine said, skipping the pleasantries. “Well, we have a bit of a situation. Which is to say, we have a clusterfuck of a situation. The human brought these three with him, claiming he wanted to get them somewhere safe.”

“It’s true,” murmured one of the new arrivals, whose face flushed when he was ignored.

“Naturally, we can’t let him leave. He knows where and how to find us.” Audrine cast a sour look at the three fairies, who must have led the human through the glamour barrier—their most reliable line of defense. “He put up no resistance to being taken to one of the south wing dormitories. We have our best guards—excluding myself, at the moment—watching him.”

Saffron, normally a picture of gentle composure, pushed himself in front of Maeve protectively. “What does this have to do with us?”

Audrine sighed. “He’s injured. And our new friends say he is worth being healed.”

“He saved us!” the same arrival blurted.

“He… he and his other human friend broke in to save some girl with a traitor mark,” said another, a young woman. “His friend was killed. The girl became unstable. She was an ice affinity. She froze the whole room and killed all the humans in it—all except for him. She told him to save us. S-she… she didn’t make it. Her own magic consumed her.”

By then, Zia was openly staring, along with everyone else in earshot.

“Please,” said the third arrival, who couldn’t have been older than seventeen. She looked to the lead healers, voice hitching. “You have to help him! He’s hurt so bad. All he did was wrap up his wounds. The blood’s showing. He doesn’t even seem to care that he’ll die.”

That finally seemed to make Saffron waver. He shared a look with Maeve, who bit her lip and said, “His injuries are that serious?”

“I’ll do it,” Zia said, the words flying out before she could stop them. When all eyes turned to her, she squared her shoulders. “Take me to him.”

Saffron shook his head. “Zia, we don’t know the danger this man poses.”

“All the more reason I should go,” she said. “You won’t let Maeve go alone, and she won’t let you go alone. And… if he is dangerous, the safe house can’t afford to lose both of you. I’ll go.”

“Excellent, glad it’s settled.” Audrine beckoned Zia to follow before there could be any protest. Nodding curtly at the lead healers, Audrine left behind the new arrivals and all but pushed Zia out of the healing ward. “She will be guarded. If the brute dares to lay a finger on her, that finger will be incinerated.”

Glowing orbs hung all around the safe house, pushing back the night’s darkness. Zia and Audrine flew through the foyer, past the enormous staircases, and crossed into a part of the building that had not been structured with fairy accommodations yet. It made sense to keep the human in the south wing, where fairies rarely wandered. However, Audrine did need to shoo off a group of teenagers who were trying to peek into the corridor to catch a glimpse of the human.

Most of the doors in the expansive hall were open. A group of five fairies hovered at attention in front of the last dormitory.

“Any issues?” Audrine questioned Emiko, one of the guards.

“He’s hardly budged,” he said.

“That’s as good a sign as any.” Audrine turned to Zia. “Are you ready?”

Zia squinted past the doorway. Something fearful fluttered in her stomach. There were hardly any lights in the room, but she could see a massive form sitting at the edge of a human-sized bed. She had the peculiar and frightening feeling of looking into a monster’s den. 

Humans had always been a threat, but the past months had proven they were more than that. They were apocalyptic. And she was about to put herself within reach of one.

He’s hurt.

“I’m ready,” Zia said in a small voice.

She entered the room flanked by Audrine and Emiko. The human raised his head as they approached. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that he was hunched forward, arms folded on his lap. A tingle ran along Zia’s skin as she sensed the injuries upon his body—puncture wounds that could have only been made with human weapons. Even a non-healer could have smelled the blood. It was a wonder he was still conscious.

The three of them came to a stop in front of the human. Dark as it was, he seemed to cast an even deeper shadow over them.

“What do you want?” His voice rumbled like thunder when he spoke, but Zia had a feeling he was barely muttering.

Audrine made a noise of contempt. “I want nothing more than to have you bleed out somewhere outside. The mess would be easier to clean up.”

“Fine by me.” The human grunted and started to rise.

Zia cried out involuntarily, covering her mouth too late to stop the noise. He was even bigger than she could have imagined. Audrine and Emiko immediately shouted incantations and ignited spells to their hands. The human looked between them with narrowed eyes before lowering himself back to the bed.

“Careful,” Audrine said. “If you frighten away your sweet little volunteer, I doubt you’ll be getting another.”

The human's overwhelmingly sharp green gaze settled on Zia. “Volunteer? Don’t tell me this is some kinda creepy sacrifice thing, ‘cause I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m a healer,” Zia said, wincing at how her voice cracked. She tried to compose herself and face him the way she would any other patient. “I’m here to help you. Can you point out what’s hurting the most—”

“No healers,” the human growled, leaning away from her like she was poison.

Zia stared, speechless. Considering the lengths humans had gone to abuse fairies for their magic, she hadn’t even considered that he would turn down the opportunity to be healed.

“Are you an idiot?” Audrine flitted closer in response to his retreat. “You’re lucky you weren’t killed the moment you stepped through the barrier! She’s offering to save you from a slow and painful death. Be grateful. That is, if humans have the capacity for it.”

The human tensed, and Zia’s eyes darted to his hands, certain that he would snatch Audrine out of the air to crush the life out of her. But he merely heaved a sigh and pressed his fingertips to his brows. 

“No healers,” he said with a note of pleading. “Just leave me the fuck alone.”

Audrine hissed, clenching her fists at her sides. “You do not tell me what to do, you overgrown, thankless—”

Zia cleared her throat. “Audrine?”

She rounded on Zia with a glare. “What?”

Fiddling with her fingers, Zia was somehow more nervous than when the human was looking at her. “You’re very good at a lot of things,” she said delicately. “But I don’t think this approach is working. Do you think… I could have some space with him? And more light?”

Emiko looked at Zia like she'd gone mad. “Leave you alone with him?”

“I’m not helpless. You can watch from the door if you like. Just some space, please.”

Crossing her arms, Audrine reluctantly pulled away from the human. “Stay sharp, Zia. He could lash out at any moment.”

“I won’t,” the human muttered.

“And if he continues to refuse your generosity, don’t bother with him.”

Zia nodded, though she had no intention of leaving the room until the human’s wounds were healed. Audrine and Emiko sent out more orbs to fill the room with light. As her view of the human was cleared of shadows, Zia felt the spike of intimidation drive deeper. She tried to see past his size and found her heart breaking for him. He looked positively wrung out. He had a handsome face, no doubt about it, but his expression was cold and empty.

As Audrine and Emiko gave her the space she requested, she couldn’t stop thinking about what the new arrivals had said about the human. When his eyes slid to her, however, she blanked for a few seconds.

“I’m Zia,” she managed, folding her hands in front of her.

“Cliff.” The response alone seemed to exhaust him. “Look, sweetheart, I appreciate it, but I already said no—”

“No healers. I know. But what about some company instead?”

“You don’t want to be here. I’m scaring the daylights outta you.”

“Says who?”

He looked her up and down, heaving a sigh like a gust of wind. “You think you’re fooling anyone? You’re shaking like a leaf. Just go.”

“I’ve never been this close to a human,” she said. “I can’t help but be a little… nervous.”

“You should be more than nervous. Healers have it especially rough out there.” His fists clenched on his lap. “You stay the fuck away from other humans, you hear me?”

Her breath caught. It was distressing to process that level of anguish on such a large face. “I heard what the new arrivals said,” she murmured. “I’m sorry about your friend. And… and the ice affinity girl.”

“They were my family,” he snapped, making her flinch. Her fright eased when he looked a little sorry for startling her. He blinked hard and swiped tears from his eyes before they could fall. “Sylv,” he rasped. “And J—” His voice choked off, mouth pulling into a tortured grimace as he doubled over on the bed and heaved a sob.

“Cliff?” She was surprised to feel tears pricking at the back of her eyes. Flying in tentatively, she reached out a shaking hand to touch his knuckle. She looked up and tried to catch his gaze. “I’m so sorry,” was all she could say.

He shuddered. “It should’ve been me.”

“It shouldn’t have been any of you!” Her own tears finally began to fall. Her voice wobbled, and she pressed on nonetheless. “But you’re here. And I want to help. Please, Cliff… Let me heal you.”

“Don’t you know what’s happening out there?” His voice rose, and he practically shook her off. “Fairies are being caged in iron until their magic is needed for study or whatever sick shit the researchers decide it should be used for. Healers like you are being forced to use their magic. If they don’t comply, they’re tortured. Hell, they’re tortured anyway. I’m not taking anything from you. Not one fucking drop of magic. Don't waste your generosity on a human.”

“You’re not taking,” she insisted, flying up closer to his face and persisting when he tried to turn away. “I’m giving. You saved some of our own, and we’re grateful. Please. Let me do this, and we’ll be even. The ice girl… Sylv. She used her magic to save you, didn’t she?”

His gaze snapped to her, and for a moment, she worried she had crossed a line that would awaken his true human nature. But sorrow flooded in.

He swallowed hard. “She told me… to save as many as I can.”

In that moment, she knew that she was not looking at an enemy, monster, prisoner, or whatever else Audrine and the others wanted to think he was. Maybe even he needed to be convinced that he was none of those things. Pursing her lips, she tried to look at his face and not at the bloodied bandages she so desperately wanted to pull away and heal. 

“We’re trying to save as many as we can, too,” she murmured. “Do you want to help?”

Their eyes met, and she did not flinch away as he studied her. Something shifted in his gaze. He gave a nod that was barely perceptible even at his size.

Zia inched toward a soaked red bandage on his upper arm. “Well, you can’t help us if you’re dead.” She started to tug, but it was wrapped too tightly for her to make any progress.

With a sigh, he unwrapped the wound and allowed himself to be healed.

#gt #giant tiny #giant #tiny #size difference #gt angst #gt writing #g/t #g/t writing #fairy #fairies #shot in the dark #dark future au #zia #saffron #maeve #audrine #emiko #cliff #mywriting

[axther]

in the golden afternoon

tamaki x reader: in the golden afternoon

in which the reader falls into a place called Wonderland, and meets the knave of hearts who is far too soft spoken to be a knight. for @mortedeveles​ tw: mentions of beheading 

Wonderland was a strange place, YN realised.

Truthfully, she wasn’t entirely sure how she got there; she was on a walk when she tripped over a hole, and there she was, plummeting down and down and down through the most unusual rabbit tunnel. It was like a drug trip and made YN dizzier than she would’ve liked. But when she finally landed, she realised that this world was much stranger than her own. It was upside down and inside out, where nowhere was everywhere and everywhere was anywhere. Paths erased themselves and the sky was a strange shade of purple mixed with blue. Huge pine trees had pale pink roses on them, and the grass was maroon. Flowers spoke with sharp tones and lilting song, rocking-horse flies flitted around, and YN would shrink and grow at the world’s whims. There were no rules, and YN learned to obey. One of the non-rules was told to YN by a young man with purple hair and wide, toothy grin. He called himself the Cheshire Cat, as he reclined lazily along a tree branch and swung his tail around. All ways here, you see, are the King’s ways, he purred. Oh, but don’t worry. He’d be just mad about you. YN wasn’t sure what the Cat meant by that, but his lavender eyes narrowed, and she didn’t feel any comfort. He took it upon himself, strangely enough, to follow YN through her journey into Wonderland. He gave snippets of twisted wisdom and often got her into trouble, but she couldn’t find herself to become angry at him. He was a companion that she found herself grateful for in the long dark ways of Wonderland. She ended up wandering into the gardens of the Red King, seeing several young men furiously painting several white roses. The Cat floated around above her, watching the men work. “My, my, they are truly working themselves hard.” The Cat grinned, wrapping his tail around YN’s shoulders. “It’s almost like their lives depend on it~!” “Do you suppose that’s why?” YN tilted her head, looking at the Cat and then back to the men. “They’re very rushed.” YN bent down to pick up a stray paint can and brush, and prodded the brush around in the bucket. The red paint was more akin to blood, wet and dripping onto the grass. Strangely, the grass looked to once be green, if the spots unpainted meant anything, but the young men had been so sloppy with their job that it had gotten everywhere. The roses were very blatantly painted, hardly drying before they moved onto another flower. The leaves were dripping and the branches were stained, and YN slowly walked up to the three they were working on. “Hullo,” She moved around so she could see the three men, each of whom jumped before working twice as fast. One had bright green hair that flopped around his face, the paint smattering over his freckles and making him look like a Christmas decoration. The one next to him looked angry, almost stabbing the roses in his fury. The last looked, in a word, dumb, painting his fingers more than the roses and getting it all over his blonde hair. He had a strange mark that was like a lightning bolt across the side of his hair, and it seemed so out of place with the rest of him that YN cast him a strange look. “Huh?!” The second worker turned, and with a growl, swung his paintbrush at YN without hitting her, and went back to work. “Get outta here! Fuckin idiot!!” “What?” YN reeled back, pursing her lips with an angry stare. “How rude!” “You fuckin heard me!” The man barked, growling like a dog. “We’re busy!” “W-wait!” The green-haired one stopped the blonde in his tracks with a yelp. “Kaachan! Be nice! Maybe she can help us!” “Oh?” The Cheshire Cat grinned. “Being recruited, are we?” “Shush, you mangy thing.” YN huffed, tightening her hold on the paint can and addressing the three. “Why are you painting the roses red?” “Well, y-you see, the Red King wanted red roses.” The green-haired one stuttered, biting his lip and getting back to work. “And fucking Socket Licker planted white roses!” Kaachan hissed, finishing up the tree. The last blonde jumped, peering at YN and the others. “Huh? Is something up?” “Denki, not now.” “Oh. OK!” Denki started walking over to the tree that Kaachan was working on, working on a rose that was already painted. The green-haired man hung back, looking to YN. “Uh...I’m Midoriya, and that’s Bakugou and Denki. Would you be willing to help us? It would really be awesome!” “Very well, then.” YN furrowed her brow and walked up to the tree, painting gently so it actually looked convincingly like a red rose. Bakugou and Midoriya were both doing relatively good jobs, but Denki’s painting was sloppy enough that white portions were left open. YN tried to cover several of them up, but before she could get far, trumpets starting sounded from across the hedge maze. The three jumped, scampering around and trying to paint any roses they saw with a single swipe of red. It didn’t do much, but then the White Rabbit walked mutely in with a small frown and sighed, raising a piece of parchment and beginning to read from it. “His imperial highness, his grace, his excellency, her royal majesty, the King of Hearts, and the Knave of Hearts.” Midoriya, Bakugou, and Denki all got down onto their knees (though Bakugou seemed far more reluctant). YN glanced at them, and then got onto her knees as well and shoved her nose into the grass. The White Rabbit shuffled to the side and rolled his eyes (YN realised, peaking up, that they were two different colours) as another man stepped into view. He had a completely smug grin on his face and blonde hair that was flat and oddly natural. His blue eyes scanned over the flowers, before slowly sauntering over to the roses. Paint still dripped down from them, and YN paled at the thought of what the Red King was going to do. If these three were so freaked out, then what was his usual reaction? “Ah, yes...the red royal roses.” He whispered, caressing the roses gently in his hands. He brought it up to his nose, took a deep breath, and pulled away again. Abruptly, he ripped it off of the tree and threw it onto the ground, angrily stomping on it with his foot. “Then why the hell are they painted?!” He howled, turning to the trio. “Who the hell painted my roses red?!” “It was Deku!” Bakugou’s head snapped up, barking with a vigor. “It’s was all him!” “Midoriya, you say?” “N-no, Your Majesty! It w-was...Denki! Sorry, Denki.” “Huh?” Denki looked up, quirking his head. “But I thought it was Bakugou who said to paint them?” “Enough!” The Red King bit, stomping his foot again. “Off with their heads!” YN paled, looking up with wide eyes. Several knights stepped forward and started dragging the three off, with only Bakugou spitting and kicking the whole way down. YN was left alone in front of this menace, and she felt her blood cool. “And what’s this?” The Red King looked down at YN with a sneer before snapping his fingers. “Knave!” “Y-y-yes, King Monoma.” From behind several knights, a young man scampered out. Instantly, he felt different from the others; he was meek, holding himself close and almost shuffling out of sight. He skittered up to YN and knelt, gently tilting her chin up to look her in the eyes. His own were a stunning shade of indigo, dark and almost black. Tufts of similar hair poked out from under his helmet, framing his face and making him look...well, beautiful. He seemed to be glowing under the eternal afternoon sun, and he blinked softly. “Oh.” He murmured, eyes wide and pleading. “Y-you’re…” “Well?” The Red King huffed, crossing his arms. “Get on with it!” “Sh-she’s a girl, sir! Your Majesty, sir!” The Knave jumped up like he was burned, hands snapping to his side and looking terrified. “A human girl!” “Oh?” The Red King leaned down to YN, raising his eyebrow and smirking. “Well hello, there.” “Hello, uh...your majesty.” “She’s a quick learner!” He grinned, though it felt horribly malicious. “Get up, my dear.” YN got to her feet as quickly and gracefully as possible, making it her one goal to survive. The Cheshire Cat cackled in an echo, and YN felt tempted to spit some insult at him, but knew that it would only land her in trouble. “Follow me, my dear.” The Red King waved his sceptre lackadaisically, beginning to move through the gardens. YN started trotting after him, noting that he seemed like a complete control freak-and that even stepping ahead of him would be dangerous. The Knave caught up with both of them, glancing at YN out of the corner of his eye every couple of seconds. YN glanced back, trying to make sure that her head was on a swivel, before looking ahead when the Red King started talking about something mundane. Meanwhile, Tamaki was having a stroke. He hated his job. He hated being looked at. He hated being told what to do, hated that he was a glorified butler, hated that his best friends were scattered across Wonderland. But this was the first time in...too long that he’d seen another actual human being that wasn’t completely cruel. This young woman seemed sensible, though, and seemed to restrain herself from something stupid. She held herself with a certain grace that Tamaki hadn’t seen in a long, long time. “Knave!” Monoma barked, spinning around. “Stop zoning out, before you lose your head!” “S-s-sorry,” Tamaki whispered, bowing his head and fiddling with his fingers. Monoma lowered his eyes in disdain, but let it go in favour of pointing to the castle. “Give our sweet guest a room, Knave.” Monoma lowered his eyes, and Tamaki realised with a chill that Monoma had crueller intentions. No one was ever allowed into the guest rooms of the castle unless they were going to be executed, or worse-assassinated. Why Monoma wanted to kill this sweet, King-abiding young woman, Tamaki had no clue, but he shook and nodded his head sheepishly. “A-as you wish…” “As I wish…?” “Y-your majesty.” “Good dog,” Monoma smirked again, walking off as Tamaki bit the inside of his cheek. He hated this, hated the Red King, hated Wonderland. And this poor girl was going to be killed because, what, Monoma just didn’t like her? It was a cruel world that Tamaki lived in, and a crueller fate for the young woman. “You’re Tamaki.” Tamaki jumped out of his skin at the woman’s soft tone. Her tense demeanour had melted away, leaving her gently smiling at him. “How…?” “You look like someone I know.” She looked ahead, rocking her hands a bit. “And you remind me of him a lot. Actually, everyone here is very familiar. The Red King, the White Rabbit, the Cheshire Cat...you.” “R-really?” Tamaki felt his heartstrings being pulled almost dramatically, and a flush overtook his face. “Yeah!” The young woman chirped. “Oh...I suppose here, you don’t know my name. I’m YN.” “YN…” Tamaki tested it on his tongue, and he could almost feel it rolling around in his mouth and on his tongue like a delicate sweet. It made warmth surge through him, and something in his gut twitched. It made him feel warm, flooding through him like good memories. He stopped in his tracks, feeling like he was on fire before he gasped. “Huh?” YN stopped and turned around, tilting her head. “Are you okay?” “Y-you…” Every cell in Tamaki’s body screamed out for him not to hurt her. No, she was something far more than just a woman. She was someone that brought him comfort even then, in the Red King’s gardens, where the rest of Wonderland couldn’t even touch them. It was them against the world. “Wait.” Tamaki turned around, making sure that there were no new cards slinking around nearby. YN raised her eyebrow and gave him a curious look, tilting her head. “Is something wrong?” “Come with me.” Tamaki felt a strange surge of confidence through him, holding his hand for YN to take. “If you stay here, you’ll be k-killed.” “What?” YN’s eyes went wide, and she took his hand. He began to run through the maze, knowing every twist and turn like the back of his hand. The evergreen hedges folded into pale bushes, and then into red grass that he missed so dearly. In the distance, he heard Monoma yelling for him, but for once, he didn’t listen. He kept on running, booking it for the edge of the woods until the sky was consumed by trees and the mome raths scattered at the sound of their pounding feet. YN was panting behind him, doing her best to keep up, but he finally skittered to a halt before a great wall. It was the edge of Wonderland, at the very border of the Red King’s land. He turned to YN. “I can get you past here. From there, you can get home safely.” “What’s going on?” YN’s eyes were wide, confused and alert. “We all know you, YN.” Tamaki sighed, feeling an incredible sense of melancholy and nostalgia come over him. “I don’t know how...but we do. And you can’t stay here.” “I…” YN tensed, and Tamaki knew why. She had no reason to trust him. He was just a complete stranger that said he knew her, even though he technically didn’t. There was no reason that she should do anything with him, even if-YN smiled, and Tamaki froze. His heart roared in his ears, and the flush on his cheeks came back tenfold. The world was spinning around her like she was the sun, and Tamaki let out a nervous laugh. Nervous? What was more nervous than nervous? That’s what he was. He was stone in front of this goddess, and he could only shuffle his feet. “Y-you should go before Monoma realises that we’re...yanno…” “Right.” YN nodded, looking over the wall before walking over to it. She pressed her hand to it, and there was a breezy laugh over her shoulder. “Now, now, YN.” The Cheshire Cat started reclining on her shoulder, moving his hands to wrap around her shoulders. “Isn’t it lovely here? I’m sure that the Red King just wanted you to stay the night~” “Shut up, dumb cat.” YN bit, and pressed her hand into the wall. A door appeared out of nowhere, swinging open, and Tamaki sighed. YN turned back to him, giving him a shy smile. “Stay safe, ok?” “I-I will!” Tamaki jumped, his hands snapping to his side. YN lingered through the doorway, like she wasn’t quite ready to leave. Tamaki glanced around, unsure what she was waiting for. “I...I don’t think I’d be able to tell you this in real life.” YN looked down, eyes flickering across the dirt. “But I like you. A lot.” Tamaki jumped. “Wh-what?!” “I guess, since this isn’t real…” YN paused. “Right?” “Oh.” Tamaki only felt confused and could barely make two words. “What?” “This is…oh, nevermind.” YN took a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders as the Cheshire Cat slinked off. “Goodbye, Tamaki.” She walked through, and Tamaki saw a light. 

Tamaki woke up on his desk and had a heart attack. 

He jumped up, hoping he didn’t attract too much attention from the rest of his class. Oddly enough, though, only Mirio, Neijre, and YN were in the room. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, and Tamaki felt instant mortification. “There he is!” Mirio smiled brightly at him, waving. “Have a good nap?” “Y-you let me sleep!” Tamaki paled, feeling ready to drip out of his seat and onto the floor. YN turned and smiled softly. “You deserve it.” “Yeah! And it sounded like you were having a good dream!” Nejire giggled. “You were smiling and bright red!” “I-I was?! Oh, god!” Tamaki’s hands rushed to his face, slapping his cheeks in hopes of willing the flush down. He felt sick to his stomach; did he say anything in his sleep? Did YN know? Was it weird? “C’mon, Tama.” YN rose and placed a gentle hand on Tamaki’s back. “We should head to our dorms before it gets too late.” Tamaki’s head snapped up as Mirio and Neijre began walking out the door. YN waited next to him, soft eyes on him. He felt like the world was slowed to a stop. YN was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and the gentle way that she looked at him made his heart race. He loved her for the longest time, and no matter what, she always managed to make him into goo.

  He supposed his crush was like a rabbit hole, and he was still falling. 

#tamaki x reader #wonderland au #fuckin christ this took me forever #bnha x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader

[hyrule-kingdom-updates]

“I-I still don’t have a timeline for how things will go.”

Arcadius paced the room back and forth. The crisp night air was seeping in through an open window, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Asivus went to close it. 

“Hey, however long it is, I can stay here. I’ll take care of them.” He closed the window as quietly as he could, so as not to wake the kids sleeping in the other room.

“It’s not just that, it’s not just that...” Arcadius’ pacing seemed to go faster now, his hands moving erratically as he gestured to unseen thoughts and worries. “First we need to travel to Zora’s Domain, but I-I’ll have to hire a carriage or wagon or something. I don’t know if Launo will even be able to walk again with that Talus—” He cut himself off with a gasp. “Oh gods, can he even be a knight anymore?? I-I—There’s no way I can take care of the kids on my own! I just barely started leading the regiment, I don’t have enough merit yet to actually—”

“Hey, hey! Slow down, Larc...”

“I don’t even know if this gifted healer will even see him! What if something happens on the journey!? Or if it amounts to nothing? What if she won’t even see us!!? A-A-And my kids will be half a kingdom away, and they’ve never met you before, and what if they run off and—”

“I’m not one to toot my own horn...well actually I totally am....but I think I’ll be a better baby sitter than their grandfather.” Asivus shrugged. “Besides, kids are probably easy. You give a snack, you give them a toy. You let em take a shit. Bam. Done and done.”

“Goddess Hylia...” Larc collapsed into a chair and held his head in his hands. 

Asivus just continued standing by the window, listening to his brother’s mutters while he rocked on his heels, unsure of what to do.

There was a few more moments of silence, the fireplace downstairs flickering shadows on the walls and ceiling.

Asivus stepped closer with an arm out stretched, before dropping it. He stayed where he was and coughed.

“Uh. Look...Larc. I don’t really have a lot of experience with this...whole thing. I didn’t even know you had kids ‘till you asked for me. So feel absolutely free to take this old asshole with a grain of salt or two.”

The knight stayed silent, head still comfortable in his hands.

“But...I think in the end you’ll be fine. It’s probably going to be hard, yes, but you’ll lose half the battle if you already start out with the mindset that everything’s doomed, you know?”

Still silence.

“It’s like when you battle a Rainbow Pigeon with a Keese. The Keese may have the type advantage, but you’ll only be guaranteed to lose if you don’t believe in that pigeon’s secret psychic class moveset.”

“What?”

“Uh...sorry. Not a related metaphor, I suppose...”

There’s another silence between them, but it’s shorter, and a bit warmer.

“You gotta be strong, for your kid’s sake. Some things are outta your control so you just gotta fuck everything else, and focus on what needs to be done. You’ll get through this.” His smirk is genuine as he winks. “You’re the golden boy, aren’t ya?”

Arcadius runs his hands through his hair and sighs. “So if everything fails it’ll be because I wasn’t strong enough, then?”

There’s another odd silence, onnly filled by the crackling of fire. Arcadius turns to Asivus to see his face and reaction, but is greated by a harsh slap in the face.

“OW! What the hell are—” Asivus drags him out of the chair by the shoulders, making him stand.

“Get your head out of your ass, you dumbass! None of this is your fault!”

“It will be if I don’t—” Asivus starts shaking Larc back and forth like a rag doll.

“No! You fucking idiot! It’s not! No if, ands, or buts! This is the exact opposite of ‘your fault.’ You’re a victim fo circumstance and a shitty world.”

“Launo’s really more of the victim in this case...”

“There’s allowed to be more than one person suffering, Larc. This isn’t a competition.” Asivus takes his hands off his shoulders. “Every moment you waste feeling sorry and having regrets, is energy you could be using to take care of your family.” He walks around the hall, look around the house.

“You got a good thing going here, Larc. Don’t self sabatoge yourself now.”

Arcadius is quiet, gently fiddling with his thumbs as he thinks to himself. 

“I...”

There’s no words from either of them for a moment, both unsure if they know the right thing to say.

Asivus turns back towards his brother, trying to figure out what the most comforting expression and body language would be in this situation.

“Do you believe you’ll be ok?”

There’s nothing.

Then someone nods.

“Gods, remind me never to take on a job with a bunch of mortal danger.”

Arcadius chuckles. “Will do.”

#Link Arcadius Hartell #Asivus Hartell #a lark flies into the woods

[rpmemes-galore]

lord huron : strange trails album ... sentence starters

“I know you’re still alive.”

“It’s time to be moving on.”

“What kind of magic is this?“

“I can bring your fears to life.“

“I feel alive when I'm with you.”

“In my eyes, you do no wrong.”

“Spirits follow everywhere I go.”

“Meet me in the woods tonight.”

“I was doomed by our first kiss.”

“There was no one else in sight.”

“Oh, go on, baby, hurt me tonight.”

“Do you see no ghost in me at all?”

“You know, I bet he's not so tough.”

“Who knew love would be like this?”

“I don't feel it ‘til it hurts sometimes.”

“She bends the wills of men for fun.”

“I don't feel alive if I ain't in the fight.“

“Come inside, can I get you to stay?“

“I've done things that have no name.”

“Now the darkness got a hold on me.“

“Yes, I know that love is like ghosts...”

“You can run, but you can't be saved.”

“What ain't living can never really die.”

“Don't look back, them days are gone.”

“Just tell me when you've had enough.”

“And there ain't no thrills in the afterlife.“

“What if the world dies with the sunrise?“

“Real or imagined - what does it matter?”

“It's a long night, can I spend it with you?”

“If I can't have you, then no one ever will.”

“If I'm a'­goin’ to die, I'm gonna go in style.“

“You don't want me, baby, please don't lie.”

“I said, if you're leaving, I got to know why.”

“There ain't a language for the things I feel.”

“I know how to live, I don't know how to die.”

“I can't sleep when there's something to do.”

“I fucked with forces that our eyes can't see.“

“What if we're unmade when the stars fade?“

“I got a helluva view for the end of the world.”

“Ain't afraid of him, ‘cause I'm a fool for love.”

“You know I'd given up on living ‘til I met you.”

“There ain't language for the things I've seen.“

“When I die, I'm coming right on back for you.“

“What you're looking for won't be found easily.”

“Do you know what loneliness does to a man?“

“Keep me going 'til the night turns into the day.“

“I don't know how to right the wrongs I've done.”

“I had a vision tonight that the world was ending.“

“And many men have died trekking up that away.”

“You're oh so pretty when you stand on the edge.”

“The truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.“

“Gonna wander out there and see what I'm worth.”

“If you think that I'm scared, you've got me wrong.”

“Gonna fall in love, I'm gonna live my life with her.”

“Ages come and go, but her life goes on the same.”

“Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you.“

“I watched the heavens collide right before my eyes.“

“No, I'm not afraid to die, just mad I left (name) alive.”

“No Earthly sight can match the beauty she displays.”

“Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins.“

“Once he's gazed upon her, a man is forever changed.”

“’Good for nothing’ is the name they'll remember me by.”

“I'm meant to find the place where all good things begin.”

“I've been running through life and cruising toward death.”

“I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where.“

“I wake up in the morning and I don't know where I've been.“

“I had all, and then most of you... some, and now none of you.”

“I know there's another man, but he ain't gonna delay my plans.”

“Don't know what I'm gonna do, but I guess I gotta see it through.”

“The bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom pain.”

“I'm gonna find a way through, there's another life beyond the line.“

“Trying to keep my eyes open wide, I'd gone days without any rest.”

“Well, I'm not afraid to fight. Let's step outside and I'll show you why.”

“Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life that never felt like his?”

“I don't wanna be the only one living when all of my friends are gone.“

“There's gotta be some way. I hope it's not too late to break the spell.”

“I see how you got your name, you're tall as hell and broad as a train.”

“I'm leaving this place behind and I'm heading out on the road tonight.”

“I wanna learn her wits, and how she plays her tricks, oh, I gotta know.”

“Just wait until I catch my breath, gonna send you on to an early death.”

“Oh, little darlin' don't you look charming, here in the eye of a hurricane?”

“You know you don't hit half bad, but I'm gonna lay you to ground tonight.”

“’Cause I know I don't wanna stay here forever, it's time to be moving on.“

“Yes, I know that love is like ghosts, few have seen it, but everybody talks.”

“And it feels like I've been away for an era, but nothing has changed at all.”

“I stared right into the endless void and I ain't going back if I got any choice.”

“If spring comes before I'm found, just throw my bones in a hole in the ground.”

“Sure as hell, he was dead as they come and he was already starting to smell.”

“And it feels like I was with you, but what did we do and where have you gone?“

“I tried to warn you when you were a child. I told you not to get lost in the wilds.”

“Spirits follow everywhere I go, they sing all day and they haunt me in the night.”

“You come back from a trip to the east, but you don't come back from the dead.”

“I know I'm dead, but I don't wanna lie in a grave out here where the coyote's cry.”

“I get a laugh outta staring at darkness and wondering why people live in the light.”

“I belong bodily to the earth. I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first.”

“I get a thrill outta playing with fire, ‘cause you hold your life when you hold that flame.”

“I know I should've never looked back, but you ain't gonna win a woman's heart like that.”

“If I found a way to stay with you tonight, it would only make me late for a date I can't escape.”

“I took a little journey to the unknown, and I come back changed. I can feel it in my bones.”

“There are many more flames when mine is gone. They will build me no shrines and sing me no songs.”

“I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you... Oh, take me back to the night we met.”

#lord huron lyrics #sentence starters #rp meme