#the rain is supposed to fall upwards

[twanettee]

#sooo here’s vertin #reverse 1999 #fanart #I was thinking of drawing regulus #but you know I also like the necrologist and I’m not sure why #but she doesn’t fit the aesthetic over here #oh well #I can draw whatever I like #right? #also people that I said I’d draw stuff for I have not forgotten that #I will stop playing around… soon #anyway I kept thinking #the rain is supposed to fall upwards #fly upwards? #yeah #so in that case would her palm be facing down… or would she not even bother to feel the rain since she’s felt it and seen it before? #would she bother looking up? #somehow I think she’d still look upwards #it seems like she’d still want to take it in #over and over again #and it’d hurt her each time #not physically like everyone else #digital art

[bitchimasnake-sss]

unwinding after a long day ft. luffy!

in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3

ft. luffy x fem!reader

set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)

warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cockwarming, raw!fucking (kids use protection pls 👍)

luffy:

sfw!!

- after a long, long day of eating, running around the deck with ussop, defeating like five sea kings, enduring 53628 kicks and punches from the crew (how is this man a captain is beyond me sometimes), luffy is bound to be tired - you're laying on your bed post-dinner, absent-mindedly chipping away the nail polish - you feel the mattress next to you dip lowly as he jumps next to you, face-first - "ynn-" he's whining, wrapping his hands around you and intertwining his legs between yours, "ynnnnnn" "hmm?" you hum, still busy picking apart the colour on your nails "i'm so, so soooo tired" a laugh escapes you, "really? is it due to all the running?" and now he's pouting, "are you saying it's my own fault?" - you peck his cheek, then flash him a grin, "how can i ever say that?" - most of the nights, you silence him by giving him a massage - you don't even think you're good at it but holy shit this boy is obsessed with getting a quick massage from you. - and this has led to quite the number of misunderstandings. "yn," he had asked you when the crew were eating dinner together, "can we do that thing at night? i really need it." "WHAT THE FUCK-" nami is punching luffy in his guts, his food is being thrown out of his mouth and onto zoro, "WE ARE EATING." - he meant massage. - you knew it, he knew it. the rest of the crew? they assumed you were fucking (they aren't wrong, per se. they just didn't want to believe that all the sounds of bed creaking wasn't from you both jumping around, rip them) - yeah ussop threw up and sanji fell to his knees and cried for like 57 mins because how did luffy manage to bag you??? - zoro hasn't spoken in two days from the shock of it (and the traumatic experience of having food spit on him) and nami has retired to her room for a whole business week, she is now only conversing by using chopper as her message carrier - chopper is confused (poor bby 😭😭, he assumed it was massage or something and he is the only one who's correct) - anyways, other than getting massages, sometimes he starts rambling on about something or the other till he falls asleep mid-conversation - rest assured because he will continue whenever he wakes up "where was i?" he's shaking you awake "luffy" you groan, "it's like two am, go to sleep" "oh right, so ussop told chopper than reindeers are called reigndeers because they used to be actual kings back in the ancient times and so rein means reign and not rain like most people as-" he falls asleep again mid conversation - tf are you supposed to do with this man?? - peak, sheer dumbassery even when he's tired

nsfw!!

- this man refuses to entertain one-sided favours - your soft hands were kneading away the tension on his biceps a few minutes ago, so obviously he should return the favour back by massaging your back - you refuse many times because as much as you love luffy, this man does not understand his own strength - so you have a very valid fear that he would break your spine as he gives you a massage - "this isn't fair, let me do it too ughh" "how about no" "okay then let me fuck you, you'd like that right?" - didn't even blink twice plz 😭😭 - this dude is dead serious. - he gotta make up to you for being such a sweetheart to him one way or the other - that explains how he was pulling your top off, sucking sweetly on your tits, fingers gently rubbing over your clothed pussy - that also explained how he pulled you onto his lap, slipping in his dick inside you, stretching you out with a loud moan "you always take it so well, don'tcha?" he grins at you, tipping your head upwards and kissing you - refuses to move tho. - basically baited you into cockwarming him - what a royal asshole. - "what is it?" he coos when he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fingers desperately toying with your clit to get some sort of relief "pl- pleasefuckme-" there's tears clinging onto your lashline, your lips are red from how long you've been biting and chewing on them "hm?" he grins at your state, "what was that you said?" "please-" your breath hitches as he thrusts into you suddenly "fuck you?" "go- god. fuck, yes" his thrusts are merciless, pounding into you at a speed that has your overstimulated cunt spasming in seconds - doesn't let you go till he feels like he's paid you back enough "that was fun" he nuzzles into your neck, breathing slowly "mhm" you feel yourself dozing off he lays you down before snuggling into you and falling asleep - will end up giving you a massage in the morning anyways - although he can be just a little bit of a dick sometimes, there's no one you would rather unwind with

bonus!!

- ussop (while crying) had to relocate from his cabin to sanji's because the walls are really not that thick and he was next door - "i can hear them-" ussop sniffled, standing at sanji's doorstep, "omg i can hear luffy-" "ussop, you have to learn to face the horrors of the world." sanji spoke firmly, although his expression betrayed the confidence in his voice - actually they both just cried and ate the secret stash of ice-cream sanji had saved up - you and luffy need to pay for their therapy now im afraid 😃

zoro's part <3 sanji's part <3

#one piece #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #luffy smut #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #sanji smut #zoro smut #one piece x reader #one piece smut

[oneshots-heaven]

“Sleeping Mates" — Timothée Chalamet

What are you supposed to do when your best friend answers to your ’Can't sleep' text with a cheeky ’Come sleep with me' but you refuse due to your feelings for him?

WARNING True heartfelt fluff with some spice and angst Timothée Chalamet x Reader

You were tossing and turning in your bed, the sheets already stripped down to your hips as the city lights flooded your room. Your body felt on fire, and while your limbs felt tired and begged your mind to find some rest, it didn’t. You were wide awake, grasping your pillowcase, quietly groaning into it. 

It had been the third night this week you struggled to fall asleep, and by now you knew you couldn’t blame it on the weather, neither on the city lights. It had thundered on the first night you couldn’t sleep and spent the entire next day blaming it on the weather. The second night, it had been chilly and rained all day, perfect temperature to have a good sleep, but instead you had stayed up almost the entire night. 

You knew it must be another reason for you to be so restless lately, but you couldn’t explain to yourself what it was. There was nothing wrong in your life right now, literally not a single thing you had to worry about. While of course, there were the usual ups and downs life had to offer, you were doing good. 

Turning back onto your back, you sighed as your hands searched for your phone, laying somewhere close by in your bed. Blinking against the bright screen, you checked the time. 

2:38 AM. 

Your tired arms gave in, laying the phone back down as you stared at the ceiling. The street lights brought the tiniest bit of light into the darkness of your room. There was only that, darkness filled with tiredness and admittedly, a bit of loneliness, as you felt like the only person awake around your block. 

Grabbing your phone again, you checked the time once again. Not even a minute had passed, and it would only become more painful if you kept staring at it. Your finger hovered over the touchscreen, having no clue what to do. No solution came to your mind, everything only seemed to make it worse. 

Unconsciously, you opened the messages, seeing the last chat with your best friend. You had sent him a video of his sister and you mocking his last fit, to which he had answered with some angry emojis. It still made you smile as you knew how eager he had become with his fashion looks, he liked making a statement and trying new things.

You stared at the chat, swiping upwards, reading some of your older texts. Timothée and you had been best friends for years now after having met more or less by pure coincidence. It was the easiest friendship you’ve ever had in your entire life, and somehow neither of you had ever questioned it, what you truly were, what you were supposed to be. It was just easy, he could focus on his movie career and you on your degree. Sometimes you didn’t hear from each other for weeks or even months, and yet you still always knew you had a friend for life. It felt like a lifeline. 

One that you felt the need for now. 

To: Timothée

Can’t sleep

This was stupid, he probably wouldn’t answer anyway. Knowing him, he was knocked out since 11 PM, peacefully sleeping in his bed two streets down the block. 

Just as you wanted to put your phone away again, it buzzed in your hand. You blinked in surprise, yet frowned as you checked it. 

From: Timothée 

come sleep with me

You slightly sat up in bed, your eyes still fixed on his response, your hand clutched hard around your phone, as if you could lose it any second. Your chest suddenly felt like a panicked void, completely caught off-guard. You blinked and read the text again. For a second you weren’t sure if this wasn’t just a fever dream, however it was very much real, it was right there. 

And yet it still felt surreal, although there was no reason to be surprised like that. Timothée and you were as close as the text hinted, saying stuff like that wasn’t a rarity. From the day you’d met, there had been this unspoken closeness between you two, a space where you could be whatever you wanted to be. It felt so natural that you had never questioned it, not until now. While you had had sleepovers at each other’s places and shared hotel rooms multiple times in the past, it just never was as intimate as inviting someone to purposely sleep besides you. 

This had to be a joke. 

All of the sudden, after whatever much time had passed, your phone buzzed again. 

From: Timothée

are you there or asleep already?

You pressed your lips together, your fingers itching to type an answer. 

To: Timothée

No, I’m here. Still can’t fall asleep.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed once more. 

From: Timothée 

open your door then

Disbelief kept you right where you were, hesitating. He wasn’t at your door, that was ridiculous. Why would he come over in the middle of the night? You tried to fight it, but the what if in your head was much louder. You let go of your phone, pushing the blanket aside before you stumbled through the dark hallways of your apartment. You must look like an absolute mess, but with the force you unlocked your door and pulled it open, it was clear you didn’t care at all. All your heart desired was to see if he was actually there. 

Clothed in a hoodie despite the nightly freezing temperatures outside, Timothée stood in front of your apartment door, his eyes flying up to meet yours. His face softened as he caught sight of you. “Hey,“ he mumbled, still sounding groggy from his previous sleep. 

Overwhelmed by the fact that he was actually here, you glanced at him wordlessly for a brief moment, before replying a soft ’Hey’. 

“Can I come in?“ 

You nodded, unable to form any words with your numbed tongue. It felt like your brain had stopped working, a complete malfunction of basic behavior. You remained standing in the doorway before ever so slowly stepping aside for Timothée to step in. You hadn’t expected this, you hadn’t expected to see him at this hour. 

Timothée walked further in your apartment as you closed the door behind him, starring at his back, right until he turned back around to you. “You okay?“ he questioned, making you feel caught. 

“Yes,“ you breathed. 

Pushing his hands in the pockets of his loose fitted sweatpants, he said, “Just can’t sleep, hm?“ 

Pressing your lips together, you leaned against the kitchen counter, nodding. You felt so out of place. What was this? Why did this feel not like usual, not like any other situation in your friendship and instead so different?

“Have had trouble sleeping for some days now. I don’t know why, I just can’t seem to find any rest.“ 

“Want me to make some tea? Talk you tired?“ he offered. “No offense, but you do look pretty exhausted.“ 

You chuckled quietly. “Well, I am pretty exhausted. But you don’t have to do all that. I just need to finally fall asleep.“ 

“Let’s go to bed, then.“ 

There were a million questions in your head, putting in question all sort of things. Go to bed, together? What will happen then? Will you sleep next to me? But first and foremost, why are you here now? While all of this was highly confusing to you, you didn’t stop yourself from following him to your bedroom. Your bed was the proof of your restless nights. The covers laid crumbled aside, pillows were laying everywhere, but were they fit right. Nothing about your bed looked comfy right now, but rather like a chaotic, stressful mess.

Timothée, without another word, made the space his own, grabbing one of the bigger pillows and fluffed it out before doing the same to the other. Stripping his sweater and throwing it on the ground, he stood on the other side of the bed, looking at you. He was still clothed in his low hanging sweatpants and a t-shirt, yet your cheeks flushed at the sight of him. 

It was the ease with how he did things. Without hesitation, without fear, because that was what your friendship had always been about—safety without any doubt. His smile offered the same comfort that you’d always known, and although the confusion didn’t leave you, you felt a little more relaxed to get into bed, just as he did too. 

This was just like any other sleepover, this didn’t mean anything more than any other time before, or at least that was what you told yourself. Timothée laid next to you, hauling under the same blanket as you, feeling so close yet far away in your queen sized bed.

The city lights brought enough light into your bedroom to see the contours of his face as you took a glimpse at him. Your fingertips tickled in desperate desire to touch his face, to draw your finger along his strong jaw over to his soft lips, but you denied yourself to give into that desire. Your hands stayed where they should be, laying to close to your body on either side. You laid in your own bed like a corpse, paralyzed to move or make yourself more comfortable, because you felt so fearful to get too close to him, and he seemed to notice. 

“Relax,“ he whispered into the dark. 

“I am relaxed,“ you assured him, lying through your gritted teeth. 

He snorted quietly, suddenly you felt his hand shaking your shoulder lightly. “No, don’t lie,“ he said, his voice sounding like a true beg. “You’re tensed as hell, no wonder why you can’t sleep like that. You need to let your body loose, like you’re sleeping in a hammock.“

“In a hammock, you say?“ you laughed. “I don’t think—“ 

“Yes, don’t think. Don’t overthink anything right now, that’s too much brain activity.“ 

At this point, you felt like he was mumbling bullshit, you could hear it in his voice. Before you texted him, he must’ve been asleep or close to sleeping already, he sounded groggy, yet ever so concentrated on making you feel just as sleepy. 

“I cannot not think. That feels impossible.“ you argued, which was the truth, especially now with him next to you in bed at this late hour. It was in the middle of the night, he should’ve been fast asleep and instead he had been suddenly standing in front of your door. You couldn’t concentrate on sleeping when your body was so hyperaware of his. 

“Why?“

The worst possible question because you had no answer to that, or rather you feared the answer to that. 

“I don’t know, I just can’t.“ 

His fingers brushed back and forth over your arm, creasing it, as he said, “Everything’s ok, Y/N. You’re fine, you can rest.“ 

You gulped, tensing more up if that was even possible. Why would he say such thing? Your mind spun around, and by now you were sure that you were losing yourself in absently overthinking about the meaning of your friendship. Timothée was the greatest friend you’d ever had, there was no argument in that, and you would do anything for this boy, and still you wondered. 

He pushed himself up on his elbows as he noticed how you still couldn’t relax and rather laid rigged up beside him. “Come here,“ he said, ever so quietly, as he opened up his arms for you to move closer. 

For a brief moment, you simply starred at him and the small space between the two of you. In the briefness of it all, Timothée looked like he may regretted his words, yet held his arms wide open. The confusion yelled loudly in your head, trying to draw further attention to itself but you had ignored it, already having pushed yourself over the mattress into his welcoming arms. They came around you, holding you against him. 

His fingers continued to brush over your shoulder down your arm as you snuggled deeper into his arms, face on his chest, and closed your eyes. This felt like peace, and that was all you had longed for in a very, very long time. Yet the question didn’t leave your mind, perhaps bothering you until you would free it from your soul. 

“Why did you come here, Timmy?“ 

The movement of his fingers stopped abruptly, his breathing becoming rigged, as you had definitely caught him slightly off-guard with that question. His chest moved up as he breathed in deeply, your head moving with it. What a dangerous, little question. 

“You texted me in the middle of the night, and I just—“ he mumbled, you could feel his lips brushing your head that was laying in the crook of his shoulder. You hung on every word he said, desperately waiting for him to finish his sentence and as he did, you swore you felt like you’d just died. “I just thought you needed me.“

You breathed out, feeling his hand brushing gently over your head. The darkness was your savior, it did not let Timothée read your thoughts out loud as they were written all over it. As confusing as this was, it warmed your heart that he had made his way blocks over in the middle of the night, just because he thought you needed him. 

And you did. 

All you were lacking for the past few nights was the sense of comfort that perhaps only he could bring back with ease. A gesture like this, God knows a smile from him even, was enough to give you peace, and that realization was scary. When did you put all your source of true comfort into one person? Especially one that was so close, yet never yours? Why did you do that? 

“I did,“ you whispered. “I had hoped you’d answer.“ 

His arms around your body tightened, pulling you even closer to him, if that was even possible. “I’m glad you texted me.“ 

“Why?“ 

You felt his head falling back deeper into the pillow he was laying on. “I was glad to be or even feel like the person you’d call in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep.“ 

Take your entire hand and crush my heart in it, it’s yours, that is all it ever was. 

Your thoughts spun with every continuing breath as the airy silence crawled over you two, and in that moment, everything halted in time, or at least that was how it felt like to you. A painfully long moment filled with even more questions, more confusion and longing. For days, your body had craved to finally find some rest and just as you possibly could get it, you wanted to do anything but to fall asleep. Although this may didn’t mean as much as your heart interpreted in his words, you wanted this to last forever.

“Timmy?“ 

He hummed in response, his fingertips running gently up your back, caressing it until you leaned onto your elbow to properly look at him. He loosened his embrace around you, yet refused to fully let you go. His gaze went up, meeting yours, you could barely make it out in the almost pitch-black darkness. 

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to be that person but you.“ 

“Really?“ 

Disbelief resounded in his voice. What a fool he was for not believing you. If he only knew what he did to you—for years. How much you cared, how much you wanted him to care. How much you needed this, and how much you wanted him to need you as well. It tore you apart that he couldn’t see that, and it felt like torture even thinking further about this. Why hadn’t you never act on this? Why had you always denied yourself the truth, especially when it was right in front of your eyes? 

Why even, why still? 

Timothée’s hand rushed forward, catching the strand of hair that was about to fall into your face, slowly brushing it behind your ear as you went against all fears and doubts and leaned forward, connecting your lips together without further hesitation. You felt his body stiffen, his mouth not moving a bit, not even responding. Just as reality came crushing down onto you and you hasted to move away from him, his hand pulled your face closer again as his lips crushed harder onto yours. You gasped into the kiss by the sudden surprise, leaning more on him. 

Blood rushed in your head, making you feel dizzy in his embrace. Your heart stumbled over its own beat as he pulled you even closer, those soft lips brushed over your bottom lip, luring a moan out of your mouth as his tongue slipped in, brushing against yours. 

Was this even real? 

His hands traveled carefully, almost a bit fearful down your waist to your hips while you melted into his touch, longing for it even more now than ever before. You’d always been close, but not once had you crossed this line, it always had felt taboo. You had believed Timothée could never like you in this way, more than just a friend, but the way how he moaned into your mouth as you gently bit his bottom lip proved you otherwise. He may desired you, too, at least a bit. 

Your hands found the collar of his shirt that you grabbed and pulled him on top of you, desperate to feel his weight on you. He chuckled against your mouth, “Stop it, I’m going to crush you.“ 

“Don’t be silly, Tim,“ you breathed, before he placed one hand on each side of your head and leaned down to kiss you once more. 

“I really don’t wanna crush you,“ he whispered in-between each kiss he planted on your lips, “because that would be a terrible way of ever losing you.“ 

Suddenly, the lightness got a little swept away by the serious undertone of his voice. Had he ever feared to lose you? 

“You’ll never lose me if you only keep kissing me like that.“ 

His mouth twitched to a smile that made him look so gentle and wholesome, yet his dark eyes told a different story. They had changed into a deeper hue, longing gazing, eyeing every inch of you in the dark night. Leaning down on his elbow, he used his other hand to brush with his finger along the lines of your jaw, his gaze following the movement, until he reached your lips. As he brushed over your lips, you opened your mouth, letting it dip in, and wrapped your lips around it to suck it. 

His breath hitched in the very moment of it, as he let out an airy laugh. “Don’t do that,“ 

You frowned, insecurity overwhelming you within seconds. “Why not? Sorry—you didn’t like that, did you?“ 

“No,“ he said, “I wanted for you to finally sleep, but if you keep doing stuff like that, I will most definitely try to keep you from sleeping.“ 

Shivers crept up on you, tingling all over your body, as your brain immediately shifted to imagine the reality of his words, and all you were left with was the desperate need to make it happen. Suddenly, every part of your body uncovered its aching for closeness that you had denied yourselves for too long. All those forbidden glances at each other, all those feelings that you couldn’t ignore, all the built up through the years of friendship finally found its purpose, and you would be damned if you let that chance slip. 

Your hand carefully reached forward, brushing aside the brown curls that fell into his face, caressing his cheek, “For once, I don’t wanna sleep.“ 

“Good,“ he breathed, and your lips met in the perfect middle of it all. Your hands grabbed after his face, pulling him closer down to you—him still on his elbows in his ridiculous fear to crush you, as he seemingly forgot that he was rather a lightweight, but you adored his wariness. He’s always been like that, taking care of you, looking out for you, wherever you went. Your mind had been attracted to him, before your body did. 

His lips began to wander to your cheek slowly down your neck, which you recked unconsciously to offer him even more space, marking every inch with a kiss. Just as your hands wandered, too, trailering down his sides to the hem of his shirt. You’d seen him shirtless before, many times, this, however, would be different. You’d pull off his shirt with intention, and he let you. Breaking away from your neck, leaving you whimper for a second, he kneeled in-between your spread legs. You followed his suit, hands still on the hem of his shirt, as he held up his arms, letting you pull it off in one swift movement. Your chest tightened at the sight of him shirtless. There was something that kick off serotonin in your head as soon as you saw him like this. 

“Don’t look at me like that.“ 

You met his eyes. “Like what?“ 

“As if I’ve got anything good to offer you. I don’t—I’m not—“

Your shoulders sunk in, face softening. “I like you just the way you are, Timmy.“ 

Chest heaving, his gaze also softened at your words. His hands found your face again, as he whispered against your lips, “God, you’re too good to be true.“ 

You melted in that kiss, as you never felt closer to him than in this random night that you wished would last forever. Morning shouldn’t come too soon, who knew how long this would actually last, but until then you would believe his words as the truth. 

“Can I take your shirt off, too?“

You nodded, wildly, offering him your arms in the air as he did the same to you, undressing you. You hadn’t worn a bra or anything underneath your oversized shirt, so you were instantly exposed to him, much to his surprise. His adam’s apple hitched visibly, as he took in the sight of you for a moment. “You’re so beautiful,“ he hushed, crushing his lips back onto yours, bringing you down on the bed again. “So damn beautiful.“  

And he proved his words. You felt him all over your body, appreciating it with his mouth and his hands, showered you in kisses and intense waves of shivers. He sucked on the softest parts of your breasts as he lightly flicked the nipple of the other, sending your brain into another dimension. Who would’ve ever thought of this happening? 

As his head hovered over the lower part of your body, hands on your sweatpants, he glanced up, meeting your eyes. “Is this real?“ you questioned. 

Timothée came back up to you. “Yes,“ he replied. “It’s always been real.“

Please do not come at me for not writing smut in this. I wanted to keep it wholesome. 😭

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[angelltheninth]

Wild Side

Pairing: Male Gargoyle x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, size difference, size kink, established relationship, biting, marking, voyeurism, dirty talk, pet names, masturbation, tongue fucking, fingering, cunnilingus, tail fucking (clit stimulation)

Word count: 1.9k

Ao3

A/N: This is the first time I'm dipping my toes into this kind of stuff. There's not nearly enough gargoyle smut out there for how hot they are. I wanna fix that.

It was a little past midnight when you got tired of waiting in your room on the rainy night. He was supposed to be here already. Perhaps he didn't wake up tonight? Or something happened to him?

No, no, you couldn't think like that, he'll be here, he always visits you, every night without fail for months now. He'll be here you just needed to have patience and wait.

You lasted about 10 more minutes before you threw the covers off yourself in horny frustration. By now your body was like a clock, getting horny at midnight when you knew he visited. You glance at the window, at the raindrops falling against the glass, at the thunder illuminating the sky in hopes of seeing a flying figure. Nothing, and he was almost impossible to miss.

Thunder cracked outside of your window again, masking your groan as you lifted your nightgown enough to leave your thighs bare, purple hand marks visible around them, very big hand marks at that.

Already wet it was easy for you to push two fingers inside of yourself, it was easy, you were used to so much bigger by now. So your fingers, or any of the toys you had in your collection paled in comparison to his cock.

"Started without my dove?" A voice boomed through the room, cutting through the storm as well as your whimpers. You managed to open your eyes enough to look at the hulking figure perched on your open window. "Couldn't you wait for me?" He asked with an amused smile and a tilt of his head to the side, his fangs shining in the lightning, his horns which curved along his skull then ended upward nicking the window frame.

Instead of stopping you spread your legs and bent your knees, giving him a full view of your fingers going in and out of your you, and your puffy folds squeezing around them with every thrust. You could feel his yellow eyes watching you with great intent.

"You were late. It's not my fault. I was horny." You pulled your gown over your breasts, your nipples stiff thanks to the cool air coming through the window.

"At least you're honest. I appreciate that." He slowly stepped down and closed the window, his large dark gray wings unfurling behind him. Now that he stepped a little closer you could see the droplets of rain still sticking to him, dripping down his long black hair, down his back, over his muscular chest and abs, vanishing into the leather belt keeping his torn pants up. "I'm sorry about being late dove, the storm delayed me a little. I had to watch out for your planes, they're really pesky this time of year."

He waned to explain himself, to say he was sorry but that's not even remotely what you needed right now. "Apologize later. Right now I need you to get over here."

His tail excitedly swished behind him, his ears perking up to catch all the little sighs and wet sounds echoing around the room. "I could smell you even through the stormy skies. You need me." He cupped his cock, it strained in his pants, twitching in from in anticipation, "You need this."

You didn't even bother denying it. There was no point. He could see you, hear you, smell you. You pulled your fingers out, they were shining with slick arousal, temping the gargoyle closer. His pants were almost torn apart by his claws, making a soft thump as they hit the wooden floor. "I always need you handsome." You chuckled as he crawled over you, the bed creaking under his weight as he cupped the back of your head with his clawed hand.

It was almost funny how before you would shake under his touch, but not it was the most comforting thing in the world to you. As he combed his fingers through your hair you pressed your wet fingers against his lips. His warmth and smooth skin came as a surprise at first, as did his abnormally long tongue which he loved to use on you. He loved your taste, loved cleaning your fingers, licking around and between and sucking the digits clean of your cum.

You sneaked your arms around his neck as he settled between your legs, his hard cock laying on your stomach. He was already leaking cum, lots of it too. He was just as worked up as you, "Did you fly here with a boner?" You couldn't help but laugh into his neck, kissing his jaw next, your hands traveling up his horns then back down to hold him still close.

"Perhaps." He grinned against your cheek, "Would it turn you on more or less to know that I dream of you while I'm stone?"

You pressed your lips against his, licking into his mouth, your tongue running over his fangs, electing a purr from him as you rubbed your slick pussy on his length, "Does that answer your question?" Judging by his cock throbbing he more than got the answer he wanted out of you. "Need me to take care of that for you?"

"Always. But before that," He pulled back to take your gown off over your head and tossed it across the room. His eyes raked down your breasts, across your stomach and between your legs. "I want to eat my fill of you." He cupped your butt in his hands, and lifted you up, folding you in half, your cunt in his face and your legs falling over his muscular shoulders and interlocking between his shoulder blades. "You smell so sweet."

He flicked his tongue over your clit, the button of nerves twitching against the appendage. Careful not to hurt you with his sharp fangs he puts his mouth on your pussy, his tongue sliding in, its slick thickness filling you up while his tail taps and flicks your clit in tandem.

The way he holds you up, while making it easy for you to ride his tongue it also prevents you from reaching out to him and hugging him close, which is what you've been craving all night. You felt his cock pulsing against you, his cum smeared and trickling down your stomach and between your breasts. With one last dip of his tongue you came into his mouth, bucking your hips wildly into his mouth and against his tail. He drank every last drop of you, his hums sending more vibrations through your body.

"I need to have you my dove, I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer." Truth be told neither could you. His tongue was heavenly, you always loved it when he ate you out, but what you really wanted was the big, throbbing dick between his legs.

You let his tail wrap around your thigh, his hand laying on your back, covering it in its entirety while the other came to rest on your cheek, or the entire right side of your head really, "I'm ready. Please take me." You've been ready for hours now, and now finally you were gonna get what you wanted so desperately.

He was always careful when he entered you, well aware of the difference in size. What was normal for him was fucking huge by your standards. You were so small, so fragile in his hands. He would break you in half if he wasn't careful. Thankfully you were both very much lubricated by now, his pre and your slick mixing together, allowing him to slide in, half of him fitting inside very snugly.

Your pussy was so full of him, stretched out around his cock, feeling his cockhead deep inside you. You were more than certain he could break your hips with his thrusts if he wasn't careful.

A gasp fell from your lips as he dragged back then sank back in, your walls accommodating him, his girth sinking in with less and less resistance each time. "You feel like heaven around my cock. I won't even get enough of you." He growled as he leaned down to your neck, his teeth pressing against your skin. "You still carry my scent on you."

"I always will." You held him tighter and hooked your free leg around his back, right above the base of his tail. "You should already know I'm yours. Inside and out." You were yours since the night he first woke up and laid eyes on you, since he first kissed you and pulled you into his lap, opened your pussy up with his cock and came inside you.

His nose nuzzled your neck, his longue tongue licking the spot he bit down on moments after. The pain shot through you and all the way down to your clit and cunt. Your walls fluttered around his cock, trying to pull him in deeper despite knowing you couldn't. Your juices' dripped down his length and his full balls as he held your shaking body against his firm muscly form.

"Can I finish inside you tonight, please dove?" You could feel he was close by the way his muscles tenses and his tail tightened around your thigh.

"Yes." You whispered a little breathless. As much as you loved being absolutely covered in his cum you wanted it inside this time, you needed it or else you wouldn't be fully satisfied tonight.

His hips snapped forward, his hand leaving your cheek to claw at the pillow next to your head, the tearing sound accompanied by his roar and the thunder clapping outside your window as he flooded your cunt with jets of warm, thick cum. His wings spread out behind him and cast a shadow over the room, as if shielding you, his mate, from anyone's view but his own.

You moaned and sighed against his neck, kissing him, knowing full well you can't mark him in the same way as he does you but always encouraged you to try. You felt like it was amusing to him. "I love you so much." You whispered against his pointy ear, giggling as your breath tickled it and caused it to twitch.

"And I love you, more then anything in existence. My love, my dove, my mate." He pulled out just as slowly as he sank in, the fountain of cum flowing freely between your legs. His eyes narrowed, displeased that it's not staying inside as he wanted it too.

You smiled at him and shook your head in amusement, "You'll get more chances to creampie me big guy don't worry." You pull him into a firm kiss, your eyes closing in bliss at the same time.

He purrs at the thought, his chest rumbling against yours. When he pulled away he leaned to kiss your cheek as he used the sheet to wipe you down between your legs. Normally you'd protest but you knew by now that he would never leave you cold. As the dirtied material hit the floor he laid on his side and pulled you against his chest, his tail coiling around your your hip, one hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your head and his wings falling over you like a blanket.

You kissed the expanse of his chest, "See you tomorrow night." You smiled as you closed your eyes and let your head hit the pillow.

"Tomorrow night. I'll arrive on time, I promise." And he never ever broke his word. You feel asleep not to the thunder and rain, but feeling his deep breaths, his chest rise and fall against you and his muscles rippling with each breath under your fingers.

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[ceruleancattail]

Could I request a Jack Howl fic please?

Fluff-

Where they were going on a run and got stuck in the rain, but mc doesn't have a jacket?😸

Storm

Jack Howl x reader

The sudden pelt of raindrops made you shiver.

No human body was made to adapt to a sudden drop in temperature, especially when you’re finally warmed up. Hell, you’ve been running for quite awhile, the blood surging through your veins a comfortable warmth.

It was supposed to be a fine day, a good one even. A day where both Jack and your schedules finally align. He proposed going running together, and you accepted, happy to finally spend a day together.

Unfortunately, the weather seemed to have a kind of its very own.

Water droplets fell from the sky, assaulting every each of your exposed skin. They crashed against you, soaking deep into the fabric clothing you. Your now drenched clothes clung to you, sticking like a second skin.

Blinking rapidly, your hand rushed towards your eyes. Shielding them as well as you could. However, rain water still trickled down your face, slipping in the cracks in between your fingers.

A sudden heat surged through your wrist. Calloused fingers wrapped around it, yanking you forward firmly. Glancing upwards, you come eye to eye with that pair of ever familiar ember eyes. They were narrowed, with just the barest hints of concern leaking out from the corners.

“Are you ok?”

His eyes do a quick look over, scanning for any signs of discomfort. You shoot him a sheepish grin, before raising your free hand in a thumbs up. Your smile seems to ease his spirits, although that knot stuck in the centre of his brow doesn’t seem to relax.

Turning around, he squints in the distance. Trying to discern how far off Night Raven College was from your current spot, perhaps? Whatever he managed to see in midst of all the rain didn’t seem to please Jack. His lips curl into a thin line, before he takes a deep breath.

“Let’s get out of this storm.”

Taking the lead, Jack broke into a sprint, dragging you behind him. Both of your feet crashed against the muddy path in a passionate salsa, splashing against the puddles pooling on the ground. It was all you could do just to keep pace with Jack, limbs frantically flying all over the place.

Unfortunately, his pace and yours clash, horribly. Jack was a track runner, and he ran like one. You? You ran like a normal person. With every step, you could feel your arm aching. Along with your entire body being dragged across the path.

One misstep was all it took. Before Jack’s name could even leave your lips, you go down. The world seemed to slip right out under your feet, providing you with one brief fleeting moment of nothing. Before you fall, body splattering against the mud and the grime.

Feeling a sharp yank backwards, Jack stops dead in his tracks. Upon seeing your miserable state, he quickly drops to a knee. Hands cupping your face, thumbs swiping as much dirt as he could from your face.

His ears droop ever so slightly, twitching guilty.

“I’m so sorry, I was way too fast.“

You shake your head, that sheepish smile still stretched across your lips.

“Nah, it’s all good. I would have slipped anyway-“

A sudden boom of thunder cut in between your sentence, the lightning cutting across the sky with its jagged light. Both of you jump, ever so slightly, before meeting each others gaze.

Seizing you by the torso, Jack lifts you up with a grunt. Frantic hands swipe most of the grime off you, before he unzips his jacket. Shaking it off his arms, before draping right across your shoulders.

Immediately, you were engulfed with warmth, the barest hints of his scent wafting into your nose. Unconsciously, you pulled at the collar, tugging it closer towards you. It felt like his embraces, tender expressions of his love.

Squatting down, Jack reaches behind. Beckoning you closer with outstretched palms.

“Get on. I’ll carry you back.”

Flustered, you jab his back lightly.

“It’s okay! I still can walk. There’s really no need for this, I-“

A sharp sigh shot out from his lips, before he peeks behind. A crimson blush spreading like wildfire across his cheeks. Raising an eyebrow at you, Jack mumbles:

“It’s my job to worry about you, dumbass. Get on.

Let’s get out of this storm together.”

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[mischiefmanaged71]

can I request a grumpy x sunshine trope with tom bennett, where reader is the sunshine one and tom is the grumpy one? thank you so much! I adore your work to death ❤️

midnight rain

Summary: She was sunshine, he was midnight rain. 

Where the grumpy flirt next door meets sunshine who knows just how to deal with him.

A/N: Immediately went into the works! I love this trope! The way I immediately jumped right into this and finished it so quickly. The ideas write themselves xx  

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! Reader

Tom noticed her from the first glance. He recognised the lost look in her eyes as she scanned the street with confusion twisting her delicate features. He appreciated the beauty for a second, then his better judgement escaped him and he waved a hand to grab her attention.

“Lost?”

Her head flickered upward and he withheld a chuckle at the doe-eyed look. “What?”

“You lost? You’re wandering about, is all.” Tom noted with a hand, waving the cigarette in his hand as he leaned against the wall.

She felt her face flush, stepping toward the blonde. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find the post office?” 

“You’re about a block down.” he gestured to the right far end of the street. His right, that is.

“Thanks.” she smiled, shying away from his upturned smile.

“You new in town?” 

“What gave me away?”

His lips turned upward, “Well you don’t talk like you’re from here, for one.”

She mustered a sheepish smile at that, nodding her head. 

“Town’s pretty small. Everyone knows everyone. Besides, I’d remember you.”

A laugh escaped her mouth as she titled her head at the remark. “Should’ve seen that coming. Yeah, I’m actually looking for a place. New job, and all.”

“Where at?”

“St Mary’s hospital. I’m a nurse.”

He hummed, “Ah, so I know where to go if I ever get into trouble.”

“Is that a frequent thing?”

“Trouble follows me, it seems.” he mused, a puff of smoke falling from his lips. “At least that’s what I’ve heard.” 

“That’s not very nice.” she stated, catching as he raised his eyebrows at her. “Of people. To talk about you like that.”

He shrugged, a knowing look behind his eyes. “What if it’s true?”

“I like to think everyone has a reason for their actions. You can’t make assumptions about a person based on gossip.”

A puff released from his mouth as he regarded the curious woman, intrigued by her optimistic persona. “I suppose. And what do you think?”

“Far too early to assume anything.” she concluded, flickering to meet his eyes. Y/N raised her eyebrows. “What do they call you?”

“Well, I’ve been called many things.” he huffed, extending his hand.

She blinked before accepting the hand, her smaller one engulfed by his. His touch was warm and gentle as he grasped her hand and shook it. “Tom is what I prefer.”

And she smiled, giving her name in return as they forgot to let go.

***

It was a few weeks later when Y/N finally settled into the flat she was able to rent at an affordable price. On her day off, she decided to bake and share the sweets with her new neighbours next door, having seen the young woman living in the house. Making friends in a new place was always difficult, but the young lady looked around her age so it would hopefully be easier with a gesture.

She turned up to their doorstep, gift in hand and knocked gently on the door. Y/N teetered on her feet, anxiously awaiting an answer before the door opened. She wore a smile, expecting the young lady to open the door. To her better surprise, she met a pair of blue eye and that golden blonde hair. Her eyes widened slightly, heart skipping a beat at the proximity of her standing so close to the gentleman. She felt herself pause for a moment before she finally registered that he spoke.

“Hi.” she managed.

“Hello.” he wore that distinct smirk, his eyes creasing slightly. “Back again.”

“Yeah. I-I actually just moved in.” she gestured to the flat next door.

Tom leaned against the doorway. “We’re neighbours, are we? Was that intentional or?”

“No-coincidence. In fact, my uncle recommended it. He used to live ‘round here before he moved for work.”

Tom nodded, glancing at her hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh, I thought you and your family would appreciate some sweets.” she smiled, handing him the plate.

He glanced between her and the plate, inhaling the scent of the chocolate. “You didn’t need an excuse to drop by. You could’ve asked.”

“It wasn’t.” she replied. “I enjoy baking. Besides, I can’t eat it all myself anyway.”

He nodded, “What other sweet things do you do?”

“What do you mean?”

Tom chuckled, “I mean the whole sunshine act. You smile all the time, your nice, and you bake. Is that all the time or are you just sweet with me?”

Y/N furrowed her brows, staring at him. “I guess I’ve always been like this.”

She leaned closer, “And no, it’s not for you. I try to be kind to everyone. To treat people with kindness and receive it back.”

From the huff that escaped his mouth, she studied Tom closer. “What? You don’t believe that?”

“No, because people will screw you over. Every chance. Unless they want something, of course.”

“Not everything is fake. Some people are actually genuine.” she retorted. “Like how you helped me the other day, right?”

“Sure, but that’s not generally how people are.”

“Like how you try to act all suave and closed off?”

“I’m don’t try to put on anything.”

Y/N hummed, “Telling. What do you even do for fun around here?”

“There’s lots to do. I can show you.” he leaned closer. 

“And there it is again.” she mused, a smile on her face. She flushed under his stare, flickering away from his handsome smirk. “Do you ever smile or is that smirk permanent?”

His eyes softened, flickering from her eyes to her lips. “You're always blushing  all the time...it's almost cute."

"And are you really this smug 24/7?"

"Smug?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm not smug.”

She smiled up at him, “No. You’re just grumpy.” 

“I’m not grumpy. Not everyone can smile that much. Well, maybe except for you."

She shrugged, "Guess not."

***

Tom had told her he was trouble from the first moment, and while she agreed to some degree that he was mischief incarnate. He had tendencies that meant he lived on impulsive decisions which got him into trouble sometimes, but he mostly meant well. He was a good person with certainly some misguided intentions when it came to priorities. 

Although, when it came to her, Tom was a grumpy blessing in disguise. He was a welcome sight at her doorstep after a long shift at the hospital, offering company and relief from her stress. He was always quick witted, managing to bring a smile to her tired self on any occasion, to which she was grateful. 

Over coming months, Tom and the Bennett family became a regular part of her life as she became accustomed to their own household. Douglas and Lois came to know her through her regular visits which turned into dinners- not to forget the drop in visits before or after work. While Tom didn’t have regular work, he certainly found himself busy with capturing Y/N’s attention when she wasn’t working at the hospital. Both his dad and sister were fine with the idea, given the young lady managed to keep him out of certain trouble with her around. She was always there with a kind smile that contrasted to Tom’s smug smirk and mischief. His dad had remarked that one morning, they were a sight together.

She was anxiously pacing their doorstep that morning when she had received no answer from the Bennett’s house. Of course, she supposed they could be out, but the entire family rarely left. Tom usually was round this time, and they had agreed last week to meet at the time. The figures in the distance brought her attention to the Bennetts, Tom leading the group. Relief filled her until she saw the grievance evident on Mr Bennett’s face. He and Lois greeted her politely, ushering inside, leaving her and Tom outside.

“What happened?” her hands rested on her waist.

“Police came round yesterday.” he replied, “Sorry ‘bout missing our plan.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. What did you do?”

“What makes you think it was my fault?”

“I can easily ask your dad. He’s just inside.” she tilted her head to the door.

He blinked at her, glancing away as he sighed. “Fine. Something about the other night. I got into somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be.”

She shook her head. “Couldn’t find anything else to do while I’m at work?”

“Well, you take all the fun with you, I’m not left with many options.”

“You’ve got to stop this.” she met his blue eyes, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “How’d you get out anyway?”

A smirk grew on his lips and he shrugged as if it were nothing. “Said I’d join up and they were quick to let me out.”

“You what?” she gasped, her voice dropping. “You said you’d join?”

“I’m not actually going to join up, love.” he stared down at her.

She ignored the flush of her face at that nickname from his lips. “Don’t you think they’ll find out?”

“Not if I’m a conscientious objector. They won’t do anything.” Tom stated, as though he had it all thought out.

“Since when have you been a pacifist?” she asked.

“Bout half hour ago.” his nose scrunched, the smirk floating to his lips.

Y/N shook her head, sighing deeply. “What do I do with you?”

His eyes widened slightly, “Well, I hope you keep me ‘round.”

“So long as you stop this. Gonna give me a heart attack if the police catch you again. Alright? No more visits, otherwise.”

Tom raised his hands, floating closer to her. His warm breath hit her face as he hovered over her, whispering sweetly. "I'll do that just because you asked."

***

The next morning, she hurried out of her flat to head to the Bennetts for the day when Tom greeted her on her doorstep. She caught him as his hand let the front door, surprised at his appearance. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“I was just-” he stuttered uncharacteristically, “I-uh need to talk to you. Is that alright?”

She blinked at him, nodding. “Of course. Come inside.”

Y/N noticed the tension in the air. Not the comfortable air that usually surrounded them. The content feeling was replaced by an air of the unknown as she awaited Tom’s explanation. 

“Is everything alright?” she glanced over his face, recognising the tension between his furrowed brows. His lips formed a tight line, his blue eyes not meeting her’s until- she held her breath, her eyes burning at the realisation hitting her. The guilty expression reflected in his stare as he opened his mouth. She knew within a moment what would fall from his lips before he spoke. 

Please don’t

She begged in her mind, repeating it over again.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Y/N felt gutted all the same, hearing it spoken aloud. A ringing sounded in her ears as she stared at him, studying and memorising every part of his face. She still asked him all the same, not wanting to believe it despite the truth of it.

“What?”

"I have to join up."

For once, he was met with silence, which was somehow more unsettling than the barrage of words his dad had for him.

"What changed?" she asked, her quiet voice loud in the silent flat.

Tom looked at her sadly, clasping his hands. "I don't have a choice. Dad won't put me up with them, and I can't stay. Otherwise..."

Tears welled in her eyes at the realisation, pursing her lips in a tight line. "Do you know how long you'll be gone?"

"No."

Y/N nodded, blinking away the tears as her heart beated faster in her chest. Tom clenched his jaw, pulling her into his arms as a sigh escaped his mouth. "You'd better come back." 

“I will. I'll try my best. Can't promise you anything, but-"

"I won't accept anything less than a promise." She met his eyes. "People die every day, but you do whatever you need to get back here."

"I can never say no to you, can I?" he smiled, ducking his head to press against her forehead. "I'll do my best not to break it then."

***

News arrived, but it wasn’t what she was expecting that day. It began with word of the HMS Exeter being attacked. 61 soldiers were killed, 24 were injured and the ship was pulling up back to the shore. A knock sounded at her door, shaking her from the trance she was in.

“You hear?” Lois asked, seeing the pallor of the woman’s face.

Y/N nodded, “He’ll be fine, right? It’s Tom.”

“He’s too stubborn. They’ll have to do worse to stop him from comin’ back.”

Two days later, on her walk home from work, her heart skipped a beat at the familiar blonde standing at her door. He smirked upon seeing her widened eyes.

"I brought you a canary." he held up the cage, placing it on the ledge.

She shook her head and leapt into his arms, clutching onto him as a lifeline. Her eyes fell shut as she withheld those tears.

“Don’t do that to me.” she breathed.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, caressing her head.

Soon enough, she ushered him inside and he discussed all that had happened on the tour. There was a sombre mood that caused her to trip up, recognising the slight change in his demeanour.

“What else happened?”

He flickered to meet her eyes, playing his fingers as they sat on the bed. Tom pursed his lips, shaking off the nerves. “I saw a few mates...they got caught in an explosion. I was the only one to get out unscathed.”

Tom looked up at her from his lowered position on the bed, leaning up on an arm. Her hand darted out to him. “I just-I feel this...guilt.”

“You shouldn’t.” she stated, despite the scoff that he restrained. “You survived. It’s terrible and I’m sorry about your friend. It just means that you need to make the most of what you’ve got.”

His eyes darted down, his voice shaking. “I'm afraid.”

Something shattered in her chest at the fear in his voice. Her hand darted out to push his hair back from his beautiful features, comforting him as he tucked away. 

“Dad wants me to go back.” 

Her eyes widened, “What’d you tell him?”

“Exactly that...I don’t wanna go back to that. I can’t watch people die. I won’t kill anyone.”

She nodded, listening intently to his words as she felt a part of herself shattering. “Try again. Your dad’s understanding, first. I’ll be here, no matter what you choose. I know you’ll do what’s best.”

"How do you always do that?" he pondered.

She tilted her head, “Do what?"

"Make it easier." Tom sighed, "Everything is...quiet when I'm around you. It's easier with you."

"I'm glad. You could smile more." she chuckled as he tickled her neck.

"Please don't look sad. I can't handle it." Tom pleaded, “Smile for me, so I can remember that image each and every day.”

There is another heartfelt goodbye that evening, and she is left with those same butterflies in her stomach as his touch left.

Two days later on her doorstep is the answer to her question. She held him tighter that day, a whisper of a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth. She memorises the corners of his face, the warmth of his touch on her skin. The blue of his eyes and the feeling of his soft hair beneath her fingertips. The goodbye brings tears to her eyes that fall, only to meet his soft caresses as her brushed them away. 

She bit her lip, mustering a wistful smile for him. A promise fell from her mouth. "I'll be waiting for you." 

***

In the end, she hoped that the pain of the previous occasion would be a once off. Listening to the radio each and every morning was a norm in her flat, however, it became a nerve-wrecking moment when the news arrived. The HMS Exeter had, in fact, been performing a rescue mission of British soldiers from the beach at Dunkirk when an attack killed and injured many. 

They were awaiting numbers from the Allied forces in France. Tallies of survivors would be relayed when available. At the moment, they were left with only the question of whether their loved ones would be on the lists of the missing, or the deceased. Over the coming weeks, Lois had watched the spiral in her. The dimming light as she failed to bring that smile to her face with the essence of her light gone. 

He was the light to reignite that spark in her. And when Tom Bennett returned on her doorstep, her swept Y/N off her feet. The man refused to prolong the moment any further as he pressed his lips to her’s.

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[hotheadedhero]

All That's Left

There's routine and there's getting used to change. Some are quickly adaptable but, depending on the circumstance, it isn't always that easy.

Leonardo x Reader

Warning: angst

Being a ninja has its perks: one can evade the eyes of man whilst making way to their destination. However, even with such skill, moving through the night is more optimum, especially for Leonardo. Shifting over buildings and hiding around dumpsters is one thing but more open areas are difficult to navigate whilst adhering to the element of stealth. Luckily, the elements are in his favour: the downpour of rain shielding him by both sound and sight. He isn’t typically one to go to such lengths to get to one place unless it’s in the name of a mission but this has become a routine as of late. He does it as frequently as he can given his circumstances but it never feels as though it makes up for all of that lost time. By now, he knows this path like the back of his hand: sneak past ground watch, jump over the gate, and take the fifth walkway from the left. A few more paces and he’s made it. His observance is dim but his lips pull as best as they can at her sleeping form.

"Hey," he greets quietly. "Sorry, it’s been a few days since my last visit."

Despite the blank, paling face that stares back at him, his smile remains. He lays the flowers down and kneels before her.

"I would have brought everyone else with me but I decided to be a bit selfish today. Just the two of us. I hope that’s okay.”

Again, silence follows and he readjusts his sitting position to get comfortable.

"Things have been quiet lately," he continues, his eyes absentmindedly gazing over her bed. "I'd say it's a nice change but I wouldn’t mind the distraction."

He huffs a laugh and his head cranes towards his shoulder before straightening again. The gentle pierce of his brown stare wanders over the rest of the cold space that surrounds them. Despite having come here for the last two months, there’s still something new to look at. He remembers when he first heard of this being her new residence and how long it took to adjust. Often, he still finds himself heading towards her old apartment out of muscle memory. 

"I know it probably sounds like a broken record at this point but everyone misses you. I… miss you.” 

There’s a grasp on his throat, a squeeze that only tightens the more he tries to fight it. He swallows past the restriction, mouth dry, tongue suddenly alien to him. Just keep a level head. This isn’t anything new by now. His cheeks cave in against the deep intake of air. 

"There's a lot I should have said when I had the chance," he whispers hoarsely, though no words follow in this empty promise of rectification. 

He can’t do it. His eyes clamp shut with his lips, firmly pressed to hold back the internal incursion. He can't even bring himself to say it: what he wants to say; what he's wanted to say for so many years. There's no point knowing that he'll never get an answer. His fingers dig into the sodden ground, pulling away the strands of grass that have only just begun to grow above her. It breaks beneath his palms and sullies the very hands that tremble under his hunched body. He should remain composed. He shouldn’t fall apart like this. Is it not he who should be able to think straight during dire circumstances such as this? Be the voice of reason? For his family but not himself it seems. Not right now. 

With a heavy, laboured breath, his head pries upward to meet her grey face once more. The carved letters of her name stare back at him, dowsed in rain and he can only hope, wherever her spirit may be, that she isn’t crying for him. He doesn’t deserve her tears. He was in South America saving all of those people when he should have been here to save her. If he had come home when he was supposed to, this never would have happened. Leonardo and his brothers would have been back doing patrol before any of this could become a reality. She would still be alive. She would still be with him. He took her for granted and now he’s paying the ultimate price. 

“I thought I might find you here,” a voice calls out to him. 

A familiar voice. Not the one he’d be wishing for but a welcome one nonetheless. He tears his gaze away from the gravestone to be met by his friend April, who kneels beside him. She tilts her umbrella so that he may be sheltered too and together they sit quietly. Rain is their only comfort with this mutual understanding of unrest in the air. There isn’t anything that can be said to make better of this; nothing that hasn’t already been repeated countless times. 

With the clouds readying their part for day’s oncoming dawn, April takes her stand and outstretches a hand to her friend. He waves his muddied fingers with a pathetic attempt at a laugh and rises lethargically.

“Come on. You can’t hold onto this guilt forever, Leo,” she reminds him, just as everyone has been since his return. “She’d want you to let go.”

He's not sure he'll ever be able to rest on that idea. Not until he learns how to say goodbye, at least - the last word he had said to her so carelessly, not realising it would indeed be goodbye.

This is something shorter and a bit different but an idea that would not leave for the life of me. Hope you enjoyed!

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.⋆｡Lost Souls Part 1｡⋆.

The Lost Princess Chapter 8

Jotun!Loki x plus size reader

With the discovery of who Loki really is, Y/N returns to the avengers determined to forget him, but things are never that simple

Warnings: violence, arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, unhealthy relationship, age gap, some Steve x reader, Steve is an asshole in this chapter, making out, angst, depression, drugging, sickness, flashbacks, almost smut

WC: 3.9k

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

It was raining. Fat droplets of water splattered on the thick glass panes of the tower's windows, joining together and falling when their weight became too great. Dark clouds hung over the city like a curtain, concealing the light of the setting sun.

Y/N was alone in the sitting room, her eyes fixated upon the horizon, waiting. The mug of tea cupped in her hands had long-since gone cold but she didn't bother getting up to make a new one, instead she just sat patiently.

There was a flash of silver in the distance and FRIDAY chirped. “Arrival in two minutes ma'am.” Silently, Y/N rose to her feet and placed the mug to the side. She tugged down the sweater she was wearing, once again concealing her scarred skin.

The elevator hummed beneath her socked feet as she stepped inside. Without needed to be commanded, the doors shut and began to move upwards. Each floor that she passed, the elevator dinged.

By the 10th ding, she forced her body to relax, shoulders slumped down, her jaw unclenched. And when the doors opened once more to the empty landing pad, she was smiling brightly.

The wind picked up, sending the rain straight into her face but as the drops of water touched her skin, they evaporated away. The quinjet slowly came into landing, the wings folding with a series of mechanical hums, the engines shutting down as soon as the wheels touched the ground.

Her stomach churned as the plane opened up, revealing a lone figure. The blue of his uniform was dulled by the grey skies behind him and he was slightly dishevelled but he was fundamentally unchanged from when Y/N greeted him that morning.

As soon as his gaze was set upon her, Steve beamed. “Doll!” She knew he loved when she waited for him to return home, he said that it reminded him of the 40s when wives would wait on their husbands.

She braced herself as he ran at her, dropping his shield at her feet before wrapping her up in his arms. Her smile faltered just for a second as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I love coming home to you.” He muttered into her skin, his lips grazing her pulse point.

She didn't answer with words, instead she hugged him even tighter, pretending that what she was supposed to be feeling in the arms of the man who loved her was real. Steve rewarded her with a kiss to her throat before he pulled away. “How about I go shower and then we can have some dinner and cuddle.”

“That sounds perfect.” She cooed and cupped his square jaw, her thumb softly brushing the apple of his cheek. He dipped down and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

“Then let's go, doll.” Steve grabbed his shield and swung it onto the holster on his back. With a hand on the small of her back, he led her into the tower, wilfully ignoring the way that the light in her eyes dimmed.

She let him lead her, it was easier that way- she did not have to think about the months before, simply washing them away in his caring embrace.

Y/N could feel Wanda's eyes follow them as the pair walked past the kitchen and to Steve's room but she refused to waver, keeping her head high and her eyes on the ground.

It would be enough, it had to be enough.

The rain on Jotunheim was unlike anywhere else in the Nine Realms. The freezing temperatures froze the drops as they fell, turning them into crystal clear ice that shattered into millions of tiny pieces as soon as they struck the ground.

The sound had been jarring to Loki at first but after years, it was comforting. A drumming tempo played upon the windows of his isolated cabin, lulling the god into a peaceful trance as he read the same passage over and over again. Normally, he would have been finished with the entire book by now, and the one after that and the one after that but these were not normal circumstances.

He felt his mind failing him, crumbling before him but he had no motivation to even attempt to put it back together. There was truly no point since everything he had worked so hard for was destroyed.

His crown was gone, stripped from him by his father for being a traitor to his own kind. All of his comforts were taken away and burned save for his books and his wedding ring. It was not a sentimental nor a pitying action but a reminder, as his father had told him, of what he had done, of who he had hurt with his selfish actions.

The black metal had been enchanted to remain upon his finger no matter how hard he tried to take it off, not that he had ever even thought about removing it.

And her.

She ran. She was taken. She chose her brother. She didn't know everything.

He loathed her. He loved her.

With a heavy sigh, Loki shut his book. The gold lettering on the leather cover yet again reminding him of what he had so foolishly lost. “To sleep, perchance to dream.” He muttered softly, recalling Hamlet's own strife.

Loki rose to his feet, his body weak. “Perhaps I will dream of her.” The rain never stopped as his eyes slid shut, plunging him into peaceful nothingness.

“Do you ever dream about me?” Her voice was distant, wavering like TV static during a storm.

“Always. You consume my every thought little star.” She scoffed, looking back at him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were shrouded in shadow, her skin so much more dull than he remembered.

“That's bullshit.” She hissed. “It's been months since you last visited. I prayed to you everyday but you never bothered to show up until you wanted something from me.” He glanced down at the necklace in his hands, a promise he wished to form with her.

“I cannot always leave my home, they will get suspicious.” He attempted to make her understand. He stepped closer but she pulled even further away. A tear rolled down her full cheek.

“Yeah, I know.” She turned away from him, fixing her eyes to the growing storm clouds on the horizon. “I need to go home now.”

“Wait-”

“Goodbye Loki.”

The smell of coffee and bacon filled the small kitchen, providing a comforting warmth to Y/N as she stood over the stove, mindlessly cooking breakfast. Her dream was still so vivid in her mind.

It made her chest ache with betrayal and confusion. She had known him, or at least she thought she did, and he had turned into a monster. It was because of him that Hydra had taken her, because of him that she was tortured, because of him that she was forced into a marriage she didn't want that warped her own self view to the point where she couldn't even remember who she was before.

And yet, her heart still yearned for him.

She wanted to cry, to scream, to do something other than becoming some obedient girlfriend to another man who only loved the idea of her. But she did none of that, instead she kept her mouth firmly sewn shut and her hands busy.

“Well this is certainly a good morning, doll.” Strong arms wrapped around her thick waist as Steve laid his chin upon her shoulder. Her smile was soft but it didn't reach her eyes.

“I just wanted to surprise you.” She responded as she flipped the bacon. He squeezed her even tighter and kissed her temple.

“Mmm you spoil me. Maybe tonight, I can spoil you too.” His lips travelled downwards, causing her to sigh as he reached her neck. His palm spread open along her soft stomach and pushed her body further into his own, allowing her to feel his hardening length against her back. “I'll grab some wine and dinner stuff when I finish my run and you can be my dessert.”

Y/N internally cringed but quickly tamped that feeling down. “I would love that Stevie.” She purred, intentionally rocking back into his cock. Steve hissed into her skin, laying one more sloppy kiss to her throat before he pulled himself away from her reluctantly.

“Tease.” He snipped and with a parting squeeze to her hips, he left the kitchen, adjusting his sweatpants as he did.

There was a beat of blissful quiet and then another set of footsteps approached. “How long are you going to continue this?”

“What are you talking about?” She replied to the witch but didn't turn around, knowing that if she did, Y/N's will would crumble. The edges of the bacon curled, turning black as they burned but she didn't pull them off the fire.

Wanda's eyes stared into the back of her skull. “You can pretend all you want but it won't work, you will return to him.”

Anger flared inside her. “Wanda.” She warned, her voice dropping dangerously low. The steel pan handle began to bend in her hold, the metal starting to melt.

“You're bound to him, not just by marriage and the longer you reject that, the longer you and him will suffer. You're already suffering, how long has it been since you used your powers? You're either numb or angry all the time, you're killing yourself! But you can fix all of this, if you just-”

“Enough!” The pan was slammed back onto the stove, its contents now entirely charcoal, smoke steadily rising from it. Y/N snarled at her friend. “What I do or do not do is none of your fucking business and you certainly have no right to tell me to return to a man who blatantly manipulated me just for his own gain. And for once, I would like to make my own fucking decisions and have at least one person fucking support me- god knows my brother doesn't considering that he hasn't talked to me in a week. So either you be my friend or you leave me the fuck alone.”

Blinded by her rage, she stormed from the kitchen, not noticing the way that Wanda smiled knowingly at her, waving off the small cloud of smoke she left behind.

Loki's vision was blurred, coated with sleep that he couldn't quite wipe away. Taking in a laboured breath, the giant turned to lay on his back, easing the growing pain in his limbs.

It had been days since he last left his bed, letting his body and soul rot into the silk sheets he had stolen from the palace. He thought they still smelt of her but as the days continued, he knew that it was only his mind seeking some sort of false comfort as his body slowly began to fail.

Long blue fingers curled into the pillow beside his head as cold tears dripped down his cheeks. “My little star, I am so sorry.”

His eyes shut once more.

Y/N didn't mind Steve's bedroom, it was homey and a little old fashioned but he always kept the ac on and it was tucked away from the rest of the residential rooms so it was quiet. Without the super soldier there with her, she felt like she could breathe given how private it was. But that was not the case at that moment.

Still wound up, she stormed into his room, slamming open the door as he pulled his running bottoms on. “Take those off, you won't need 'em.” Steve easily obeyed, letting his hands drop in favour of grabbing at her, pulling her into a needy kiss.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm ready Steve.” She breathed against his lips and his eyelids fluttered as he let out a deep groan. His head dipped down in favour of lathering her neck with sloppy and uncoordinated kisses that sent the wrong kind of chill down her spine.

She would forget Loki, that's what she was ready for and if Steve could accomplish that, he deserved to take what he wanted.

“I can't believe this is actually happening.” Steve's voice vibrated through her skin as his hands clamped down onto her hips, keeping her in place against him. Her head was tilted back, eyes shut and lips parted with her soft breaths.

She couldn't believe it either but she wouldn't say that out loud, instead, she sank into his arms letting him feel the expanse of her body against his.

His hands slipped down to her ass, holding the flesh slightly too tight as he bit down on her neck. She winced but swallowed it down, happy enough for the distraction. That ache in her chest had yet to dissipate, in fact only becoming stronger with each passing moment.

“Steve.” She forced the moan from her throat, just barely biting back the name that constantly sat on the tip of her tongue. He responded with a roll of his hips.

She let his touch wander beneath her shirt. This was normal, it was expected. Boy meets girl, girl and boy get crushes on each other, they kiss, then they sleep together. That was the natural order but everything about this felt so wrong. All she could think about was him: about the mark that he left on her soul, the ring he had put on her finger, the promises he made to her.

Just as her doubts began to take priority on her mind, she was suddenly bare before the super soldier, her shirt dropped unceremoniously to the floor and everything stopped.

Steve's blue eyes went wide as he took in her naked torso but not out of lust. “What did he do to you?”

“It wasn't-” She tried to get out but was quickly cut off by Steve grabbing her hips in a vice-like grip but somehow not touching any part of her scar.

“That fucking monster, look what he's done to you.” He scoffed in disgust. “We'll make him pay, I promise. We- we can fix this, you can go back to normal, I promise.”

“Excuse me?” It took barely a flick of her wrist to push the man away, sending him sprawling onto the floor of his bedroom, his face now fixed with a look of bewilderment. “Fix me?”

The air began to shimmer around her as her anger once more made an appearance. The floorboards groaned as Steve rose to his feet, his stature was supposed to be imposing she thought but she could only see a boy attempting to throw his weight around.

“I can help you, I'll help you forget him and we can properly go back to the way things were.” His voice was so full of pity that it sounded disingenuous.

“Like getting rid of my powers?”

“Yes!” He said before he could stop himself.

Everything froze in that moment and for a second, Y/N found herself tempted to agree with him, to let him strip away everything that had happened to her over the past 7 months. But then, Steve spoke again.

“Don't you want that? We can be together, like we're supposed to.” He reached out for her but she flinched away, her hand automatically reaching for her necklace. His nostrils flared.

“This is what's best for you.” He snarled but it wasn't Steve's voice that echoed that same phrase in her mind.

The regret set in almost instantly from the moment she turned her back on Loki but he had broken her heart and her trust. The tears started as soon as she stepped through her front door.

“Oh my sweet girl.” She collapsed into her mother's arms, sobbing loudly and staining her shirt with hot tears. Her mother cooed, rocking her gently as she attempted to comfort her heartbroken daughter. She held her close, even as the storm closed in on their small home and the light of day gave way to the blackness of night.

It was only when she finally fell asleep, exhausted and burnt out, that her mother let her go, gently laying her on their small but plush couch to sleep away her tears.

Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the living room in a bright white. A huge clap of thunder startled her awake as it shook the house. Slowly, she sat up, rubbing at her sore eyes while attempting to get her bearings.

Her stomach turned with anxiety as she looked around the shadowy room, unable to make out any defined shapes in the darkness. “Hello?” She croaked out but nothing changed.

Just as she sighed and laid back down on the soft cushions beneath her, the room lit up once more, revealing a man standing in the corner by the window. Then darkness consumed them once more.

Frozen in fear, she could only stare, wide-eyed, at the place she saw the man, hoping that it was just some figment of her tired mind. The thunder that followed was more distant than before, a mere groan as opposed to the roar it had been only seconds before.

Then, lightning struck once more and the man was standing beside her head. He was tall and had all white hair but what caught her attention the most was a golden eyepatch that perfectly reflected the powerful storm outside.

Her jaw dropped, about to scream but a huge palm over her mouth forced her to remain silent, effectively muffling any sound she could make. “Stay silent child, this will be quick.”

With his free hand, he reached into a small bag that was tied to his hip and pulled out a small vial half-filled with a dark liquid. “You have become a nuisance, a distraction and I will not have you disrupt my plans.” The hand over her mouth then darted to her jaw, forcing her lips apart with a bruising force.

“You will forget him and he will forget you.” The liquid was vile as it touched her tongue and she attempted to squirm away but the teen was no match for this man and the foul concoction was forced down her throat.

As soon as the glass container was empty, he released her. She sagged back down, her eyelids suddenly weighing a tonne as the man stepped back, slipping back into the shadows. Her memories of the boy she loved, slipping through her fingers like sand, tumbling away into nothing. “You will thank me for this one day. This is what's best for you.”

Y/N stumbled back, her hands flying to cradle her head as if it could ease the painful migraine overwhelming her senses. The room spun and she struggled to catch her breath. Everything, she could remember everything.

“It wasn't his fault.” She whispered in shock. Her eyes fluttered open to meet Steve's gaze, pinning him in place with a glare. “I did this to myself. I had no control over my powers and I was foolish enough to literally play with fire with no one around to put me out. Loki saved me, not only from Hydra but from myself and he did it long before I even met you.”

“You have never once bothered to ask me what would make me feel better, only assuming that you were the solution to all my problems- that your love,” she hissed this last word, “could somehow cure me of who I've become. And I'm fucking sick of it. I've tried this my way- training and constantly forcing myself to relive my worst moments, I've done this your way- pressing all my emotions into a tiny little box so I'm just a doll that can be kept locked away for your enjoyment. Maybe it's time I try my husband's way. And that's right, Loki is my husband and will remain to be until the end of our days.”

“Y/N-” Steve tried to stop her but quickly retreated, the heat radiating from her skin far too hot for him to endure.

She scooped up her shirt and slipped it back on, the special fibres created by Tony withstanding the flames threatening to burst from her, and looked at the soldier with pity. “Thor told me that Loki was an oddity, a strange man but he was no monster. I should have listened to him, I should have told him to bring me back to Jotunheim the moment I found out who he really was but I didn't, instead I squeezed myself back into a roll I outgrew months ago. I regret that the most, that I turned my back on the one person who could possibly understand my pain. Hopefully, there's time to make this right.”

Her steps from his room were slow at first, shaky with her nerves but with each muffled thud of her bare feet meeting the floor, her confidence grew. Embers flew behind her as she began to run, gunning right for the front door.

FRIDAY chirped from somewhere behind her, yet she continued to run, her smile growing wider the closer she got to the outside.

“Stop!” Tony slid in front of the door, his chest heaving with laboured breaths. Y/N slid to a halt a metre away from him, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. “I can't let you go.” He practically begged.

“I have to.” But he shook his head. “Tony.”

“No. I cannot lose you again. I'll- I'll build you a huge building so you can destroy it, I'll engineer some kind of robot boyfriend that'll obey your every command, it worked with Wanda! Just please, don't go.” He sounded so tired, so worn down and unlike himself, it made her chest seize for a moment.

She stepped closer, the fire inside dulling enough that she could touch him without hurting him. “You have done so much for me Tony. You've become the grumpy father I never wanted and I don't think there's any way that I can repay you.”

“You could stay here.” She smiled sadly, placing a hand on his chest. The low hum of the arc reactor sent a soft vibration up her forearm.

“I need to know who I am and I can't do that here. I can't do that surrounded by people who only see me as that innocent assistant who could do no wrong. I know you may not like it, but Loki is my way back and I have to follow that path.”

Sighing heavily, Tony's shoulders sagged. “You know I hate admitting that other people are right.” He murmured.

“So I won't make you say it. But you need to trust me, I'll come back. I still need my healthy diet of burgers and trashy TV.” His breath hitched before he pulled her into a fierce hug and then quickly let her go, swallowing back his tears as best he could.

“If he so much as looks at you wrong-”

“I know, I know. He'll have me to deal with.” She smirked, making Tony beam.

“That's my girl.” He stepped aside, albeit with some hesitance, to let her pass. The doors opened to her and with one last look at the man she had come to see as a father, she ran outside.

“Heimdall! Take me to Loki!” The last thing Tony saw of her was her bright smile as the rainbow light enclosed around her body, taking her to a place he could not follow.

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Heavy rain collided against the roof of the house, setting a calm atmosphere for a good night's rest. Since Simon had returned home to you, he had been a little strung up as you expected him to be, having no say in how his behavior would change after coming home from brutality.

You never questioned him nor begged him to talk to you about it, knowing that he wanted to push it out of his mind any chance he got.

Throughout the night, Simon lay still as he would when he was deployed. As for you, though, you were dealing with a restlessness of your own as you contracted hot flashes as fall transcended to winter.

Sitting up in the bed, you dangled your feet over the mattress as you nursed a water bottle that you brought to bed with you and watched the cold rain leave marks on the bedroom window. Putting the water bottle back on the nightstand, you looked over at Simon, who was still laying on his back with an arm draped over his stomach and the other closest to his nightstand, looking as if he were ready to grab the pistol from the drawer at the first sign of an intruder.

You frowned, wishing he felt safe in his own house, but you knew the military would never leave him. In fact, you had wondered why he spoke of not going back if he had the opportunity.

He'll go back if Price calls for him. I know he will.

You sat and looked at him in a somewhat peaceful state, hoping he was resting well as you were sure he hardly got rest. You watched his eyelids twitch as his chest rose for a deep breath, watching his right hand grip the waistband of his sweatpants as if he were reaching for a gun or knife, his grip intensifying when it wasn't fulfilled with his weapon of choice.

You couldn't watch him struggle any longer as it broke your heart knowing he was probably reliving a horror you had never experienced. You then eased closer to him, gripping his right hand easily, careful not to wake him or make him think that an enemy was touching him. "Simon, shh, it's me," You whispered. "I'm here."

He jolted awake, his mind taking him back to Mexico as his dream consisted of him being the one that was taken against his will, hearing your voice only triggering his fight instinct as he would kill anyone who wasn't supposed to be near you. "It's okay. It's me." You whispered, cupping his face with your left hand, moving a piece of his hair behind his ear.

You frowned at the sight below you. He always felt vulnerable without the comforting confines of his favorite mask, but he knew he only wore it when deployed, knowing he shouldn't need to feel like he had to wear it when he was home, but with today's time, he never knew. In fact, aside from his pistol, the mask sat next to it, ready to be called back to the field at any moment.

You watched him look around the bedroom, glancing at the door and mentally noting again that it was locked before you felt his right arm move upwards, opening for you to lay on his chest without having to say so.

He cradled you firmly, his thumb tracing delicate circles on your arm through your shirt as his left arm began to move the blanket that was on him to where it was over you completely, ensuring you were warm before him.

"Aren't you cold?" You asked, referring to how his left foot peered out from the sheet as well as a good majority of the left side of his body. You knew he slept like this while on duty, given it was a quick way to get out of bed when attacked, not having to worry about the restraint of a sheet holding him from another second.

Simon shook his head, "Feel alright." he replied, arm pulling you a bit firmer against his torso.

You tucked your face towards the crook of his neck, placing an assuring kiss there before bringing the edge of the blanket up to your nose -- something comforting you had always done since you were a child.

Simon didn't like it because he was always afraid you were going to suffocate in your sleep. And that's not happening on his watch.

"Love you, sweetheart." He said suddenly through the darkness, feeling like he never said it enough.

You smiled behind the sheet against your nose, the heaviness of your eyelids pausing for just a moment to reply. "I love you too."

He listened to your even and soft breaths as you fell back to sleep, a sudden shudder of thunder causing his eyes to dart towards the window, expecting an enemy attack as his heart began to beat faster. Out of habit, his left arm extended towards his nightstand, ready to blow an intruder's brains out for coming into Simon's territory.

His right arm gripped you a little firmer, putting itself in a position to put you behind him if someone came barging through the door.

But nothing ever happened.

He never let a sigh of relief win, though, as he always learned the hard way that war never took a break, even when he was home. That just meant he had to stay at war within his mind.

Your right hand stayed stable on his chest as you slept, the gentle beating of his heart relaxing you as you slept. Simon stayed staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain fall as he reflected on his recent time in Las Almas - remembering when he had been waiting for Soap at the church. He hated the rain since.

He hoped his brother in arms was doing well since he got home, noting that he was going to reach out in the morning to check in on him and maybe catch a coffee just to hear Soap tease him. "Fuckin' Brits."

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rainy day

ft.: timeskip iwaizumi x reader

word count: ~1.1k words

You’re running late and, as you speed-walk down the paved sidewalk, you mentally prepare yourself to deal with Oikawa’s smug face because you know he will, inevitably, make a snarky remark about your tardy arrival.

Whenever you hang out with the former players of Seijoh’s volleyball team, you have a habit of being late. It wasn’t on purpose, though. And today, you were certain that you were going to be punctual. However, like always, before you stepped out the door, you ended up looking at yourself in the mirror and decided to tweak your appearance. 

This time it was your outfit you resolved to change. You felt that your original outfit was too formal for the restaurant.

Honestly, you blamed Iwaizumi Hajime for your indecisiveness: you have had a crush on the man for, like, forever, but he somehow managed to fill your stomach with a million butterflies every single time you saw him. Whenever he was around, you wanted to make sure you looked especially nice and put together in hopes that it would disguise the fact that he turns you into a flustered mess. 

Oikawa, Matsukawa and Hanamaki had all caught on to your habit of putting extra effort into your appearance when it came to Iwaizumi. Mercifully, they decided not to tease you about this. Well, they didn't do so in front of Iwaizumi. When he wasn’t present, they would tease you relentlessly about your crush. 

Unfortunately, fretting over your outfit has come at cost.

You are a few streets away from the restaurant when a water droplet falls upon your head, and dread suddenly creeps up on you as you realize that you left your umbrella at home. Then, within a matter of seconds, the skies open up and a torrential downpour commences. Instantly, you race towards a small corner shop with a tiny awning that offers you some shelter from the cascade of water.

“Crap,” you mutter before inspecting your clothes. You managed to evade most of the rainfall, so you luckily avoided becoming thoroughly soaked. You cast your gaze up to the sky and, through the curtain of falling raindrops, you see that the previously overcast sky is now completely covered by ominous dark grey clouds.

You absolutely weren’t going to make it to the restaurant on time. 

After a couple of minutes of impatient waiting, the pouring rain subsides a bit, but even if you sprinted to the restaurant, you would still end up drenched. Sighing, you take out your phone and look at the weather report, which had stated earlier that the rain wasn’t supposed to last too long. Maybe you could wait out the rain or you could send a message to your group chat and ask if-

“Y/N?”

At the sound of a familiar voice uttering out your name, your eyes shoot upwards, and you are met with the sight of a casually dressed Iwaizumi watching you curiously, with his head tilted to one side. He’s standing about two meters from you, holding a large black umbrella that is protecting him from the rain. 

“Iwa! Hey…” you greet, but your sentence fizzles out as you gradually grow bashful under his stare. You must look pretty idiotic, stranded beneath a random awning.

“Let me guess…” Iwaizumi says, trying to suppress a smile “...you forgot your umbrella?”

Yeah, you are definitely a little embarrassed right now.

“Maybe,” you meekly admit as you awkwardly cross your arms over your chest and gaze down at your shoes as if they are currently the most interesting object on the planet. 

Your response causes your dark-haired friend to chuckle and it’s a sound that you’ll never get bored of. It’s deep yet jovial and light-hearted. It’s the type of laugh that promises that he is laughing with you and not at you.

“Come on, you can share my umbrella,” Iwaizumi insists and as you slowly move your eyes back towards him, you notice that he’s looking at you with a friendly grin that makes your heart flutter.

Part of you freezes up at the thought of being in such close proximity while sharing an umbrella with him. But it’s not like you can reject his offer. You can’t say, “No, that’s fine! You go on without me and just leave me behind!” 

So, instead, you reply with: “Thank you, Iwa.” 

You rush over to his side and attempt to avoid eye-contact as the two of you start strolling towards the restaurant while the rain pitter-patters on top of the umbrella. 

There is no silence between you, as Iwaizumi doesn’t hesitate to inquire how your week has been and, soon, you both fall into conversation. That’s the thing about Iwaizumi: despite being nervous around him because of your crush, he’s always been able to dispel your nerves quickly and unknowingly. He’s so easy to talk to that you forget that you’re walking shoulder-to-shoulder with the handsome, well-toned man. 

He tells you about how Miya Atsumu was practically flailing on the ground the other day when he thought he broke his ankle when, in actuality, it was a minor sprain. You vent to him about how you and your annoying coworker are up for the same promotion, and he assures you that you’re going to be the one to get it. 

Once the restaurant is in sight, you become aware that your alone time with Iwaizumi is now coming to a close. And with this realization, you become abruptly conscious of how your hand barely grazes his, which results in a shiver down your spine. Or maybe the shiver was because your slightly damp clothes are causing you to feel chilly. 

Either way, walking close beside him feels so right. As if being by his side is exactly where you’re meant to be.

You don’t want this stroll together in the rain to be over, but alas, all good things must come to an end. The moment you step into the restaurant, you spot Mattsun and Makki waving you over from a table located near the front door. 

What you don’t know, as you head towards the table, is that, about three blocks from the restaurant, Oikawa, who was surprisingly running late as well, spotted you across the street. He thought of calling out to you and Iwa, but settled upon taking a picture of you two sharing an umbrella.

And the setter sends the picture to the both of you, respectively, later that night and he texts each of you “Don’t you look like an adorable couple?”, with the hopes that it would encourage one of you to finally confess your feelings to the other.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x y/n #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!

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PERSONAL NAKSHATRA ANALYSIS p4

Shatabhishak nakshatra p1

The Veiling Star. The Power to Heal.

nakshatras characteristics:

Translation:  A hundred healers or hundred physicians  Symbol: Empty circle, thousand flowers or stars  Animal Symbol : A female horse  (pairs with ashwini) Presiding Deity:  Lord Varuna, the God of rain  Controlling/Ruling Planet:  Rahu  Ruling Deity of the Planet:  Durga Nature : Rakshasa (demon)  Mode:  Active  Number:  24  Gender:  Neutral  Dosha: Vata  Guna:  Tamasic  Element:  Ether  Disposition:  Movable  Bird: Raven Upward Facing Direction: South Colour: Blue Green Trimurti: Shiva/Dissolution Gotra/Clan: Sage Atri.

nakshatra quick overview:

shatabhishak is the maturation of rahu, here we are going to see how this nakshatra behaves, mainly in pop culture, but this time saturn is involved as he is the ruler of aquarius.

this nakshatra is about scientific breakthroughs, fame, technology (like cyberpunk visuals), opposition to the king and kingdom (opposite to magha), outlaws and outcasts etc, and on its "healed performance" we can see amazing healers and advisers like carl jung. (not confirmed)

Pop culture manifestation:

Justin bieber ( grew up on rahu mahadasha, and have sun-saturn shatabhishak among his aquarius stellium)

although i personally see him as more of a anuradha man, because he's a first house rahu anuradha BUT he have mars on aquarius so.. i mean to each their own i suppose.

justin grew up during his rahu mahadasha with the lord conjucted his aquarius stellium (sun,saturn,mars) and today he is known as one of the biggest male stars after Michael Jackson (that have a shatabhishak lagna) (when i am saying after Michael i am not saying that justin took his legacy or anything like that what i am trying to say is that to me after mj i haven't seen anyone with this level of fame.)

he was discovered when he was a kid playing on the streets by scooter braun, his former manager (btw i just checked and scooters mars fall in his 7th, since mars is the significator of the 3rd i am assuming that they might have been brothers on the past life.. just a random guess btw because omg this man took justin and payed his bills he basically gave justin a life). after that justin gain massive fame and became one of the most famous child stars of the 00's

here rahu manifests as a troublemaker who surrendered to fame and life pleasures as justin surrender to drugs and the rich lifestyle but I don’t blame him is not like he had the choice because rahu mahadasha is a cloudy dasha.

Michael Jackson

michael was also a child star but this time he was on a band with his brothers, the jackson 5. eventually, Michael followed a solo career and became one of the most famous pop stars of the world. he used to suffer with vitiligo, which results in white patches on the skin and sensitivity to sunlight.

to me both fit in the same category of at least example of manifestation, even tho justin was way more "rahunian" ( he was arrested, was a drug-addicted, and was involved in so many scandals) both of them were harassed by the media since childhood, they were barely a child and they were working already (saturn usually makes the native suffer earlier)

the main difference is that michael embodied the humanitarian part of aquarius, and shatabhishak , per say, he was a man of the people and he was also very loved by the society… justin in the other hand despises the paparazzi and even threw a chair on the public on day..

do keep in mind I am comparing both due to placements and fame I’m not saying they are the same person okay.

both child stars with a huge legacy that had no choice but to work to be able to live and maintain their families showcasing the saturn part of shatabhishak (and justin was able to get away with a lot of mess that was rahu).

quick mention of evils presley who stole someone else’s music and became also another pop culture star with a legacy. (the famous aquarius characteristic stealing someone else’s work and gaining fame with it).

beyond the most common known traits of rahu this time we have, because of lord varuna, the deity of the nakshatra, we have natives who have a deep sense of justice and ends up behaving like a punisher of those who have sinned.

deep sense of justice with a deep harshness hidden, also due to their tamastic nature.

like che guevara who have a shatabhisha moon

and benjamin franklin who discovered the electricity and is considered one of the founding father of the us

and vladimir p**** with his d9 ketu in shatabhisha.

the shadow side of shatabhisha is the lack of control especially to keep “the order and punish the wrong ones”

for the thief example we have pablo escobar (with lagna )

now with innovation we have:

steve jobs (sun) the found of apple



we also have gianni versace with his moon

overall shatabhisha is mainly linked with pop culture trends, singers (a lot of singers) and actors (ex: miranda cosgrove icarly) , models and extremists. for this first part I wanted to clear the most known part of the constellation stereotype and I will include a more analysis on the healing part and extremism later on.

thank you for reading until the end I hope I was able to help someone please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions for next posts if you want to :)

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Unholy

Devil!BillyRusso x Angel! Female Reader

They say all is revealed in death, but that's just not true. How did this path choose you? And why did you find yourself undeniably drawn to the beacon of sin himself?

Warnings: [18+] unprotected sex, smut, oral (female receiving), sacrilegious acts in a church{oops}, dirty talk, religious mentions

Song List Unholy- {obviously} by Sam Smith/Kim Petras The Devil is a Gentleman by Merci Raines 1121 by Halsey

The heavens had opened up and rain poured in heavy sheets across the bustling streets of the city. It didn’t delay the chaos of humanity, only dwindled it for a moment. 

Thunder boomed in perfect tandem with the downpour, loud enough to rattle windows and set off a few car alarms. Darkness moved in, encasing the streets in night with only the streetlights glimmering off fallen raindrops.

It came in as it always does slowly, etching inch by inky inch in nightfall until everything was cloaked in it. As if the sun had never been up at all. 

Everyone seemed to move fast around you. Hurrying home. Hurrying to the store. Hurrying….just hurrying. But not you.

You moved slowly, delicately, umbrella up, but the rain wouldn’t touch you even without it. Not that anyone would notice, in all their hurrying. A pristine cream colored coat over an equally clean dress.

Your boots splashed up water as you crossed the street, weaving in and out of people covering their heads with newspapers and hoods. A speck of light in a dark cloud. 

Then you felt it. A crack of thunder louder than the last that had dogs barking and children crying out. Forks of lightning illuminated the bleak sky for a second.

Casting a vibrant silhouette over the sidewalk of the church before you. Flying buttresses scaling upwards to the sky. Steeples demanding notice and carved gargoyles and creatures of other worlds climbing the exterior.

As the storm seemed to worsen around you and the sidewalks emptied you sought respite in the opulent building before you. Drawn to it in a way, not to escape the rain, but to explore further.

The door creaked loudly as you pushed it open, falling closed behind you with a boom that echoed inside the expansive interior. High vaulted ceilings and ornate carvings surrounded you. 

The massive church was empty. The only source of light coming from the offering candles that flickered dimly on either side of the aisles and the occasional burst of light from the sky outside.

Followed quickly by loud claps of thunder. You’d often count to see how far away the thunder and lightning were from each other but now it didn’t matter,they were perfectly matched.

The storm was above you in its entirety. Closing your umbrella and setting the drenched object off to the side as you moved further into the cathedral. 

Not a soul in sight and yet you could almost hear the haunting and rhythmic vocalizations of a gothic choir. Your footsteps echoed as you moved up the aisle.

You found solace in these places of worship. Before your death and ever more now. You thought when you’d become an angel you’d be surrounded by holy light at all times.

That wasn’t the case. As made apparent by the ever brimming darkness the ebbed and flowed around you now. Only at certain times did that ethereal essence choose to shine.

Because if being a human was complicated, being THIS was even more so. 

Your footfalls reverberated on the stones beneath you. Bouncing off the walls and filling the quiet space in between booms of thunder. Moving upwards through the nave of the church.

Another crack of lightning flooded the room with light and you realized then that you were fact, not alone.

A dark figure stood at the apse, turned away from you. Hands resting on what looked to be the altar. As darkness descended again you had to squint to even make out if it had only been a trick of the light.

You knew it hadn’t been. You intuition said otherwise.

“Are you even supposed to be here?” You called out. Stepping forward another few paces. The figure didn’t move. You could feel the floor seem to shake as the storm continued on outside.

As you got closer you could see the shape of a man come into form more clearly. Shoulders shaking. Crying? No. Silent laughter. 

You didn’t need confirmation but when the next flash of light flooded the cathedral you saw the crawling shadow creeping down the nave towards your feet. A figure of a man, with horns and a pointed tail.

As darkness dashed over once more you gasped as the man had turned and moved just a foot before you in less time than it took the lightning to pass. Inhumanly fast. But of course, what else would you expect from the devil himself?

“Darling, it’s been too long. Is that what you’d call a welcome?” He snapped his fingers and a new chorus of offering lights that hadn’t been previously lit sparked up around you.

Casting an eerie reddish orange glow, but now he came more fully into view. Towering over you, slicked back hair the color of oil with the same amount of shine. Eyes so dark and deep you swore you could feel yourself choke for air attempting to escape them.

An inky suit, cleanly pressed with a stiff collar and matching black tie. Leather gloves affixed to his hands and disappearing beneath his sleeves. Pale skin that stood out against his jet colored shirt.

The only color on him was a blood red pocket square on his suit jacket. Your eyes immediately drawn to it. To escape his all encompassing and severe gaze. How he felt to be everywhere all at once was unnerving.

No horns or tail to be seen. To the untrained eye he was just a devilishly handsome man, and nothing more. But you knew better.

“You shouldn’t be here Billy.” The devil had no place in a church. This was your domain. A place for the downtrodden and weary, so you could keep them safe.

The corner of his mouth ticked up, brows furrowing in mock thought as he studied you. Undressed you with his ebony eyes, as he swiped a leather covered thumb over his bottom lip.

“Am I not also allowed to marvel in this place and all its…beauty?” 

The last word came out clipped, succinct. As if he wasn’t sure that was the word he had intended to use from the beginning. 

“Was it truly this place or something else?” You felt emboldened by his mockery. You’d expected this afterlife to be a stark contrast to your humanity but still you felt your heart race, cheeks gone ruddy. You still had so much left to learn.

His eyes beamed at you and your smart remark. Another fork of lightning struck the sky and his raven eyes glowed in a soul sinking hue of red. When the cool blackness descended again he was no longer in front of you.

Your eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for any sign of his demonic specter. Sure enough you saw him, returned to his spot at the altar, only this time on the opposite side facing you.

He ran a gloved hand along the stone slab as he moved from one side to the other. Stopping to pick up the golden goblet at the end turning it over in his hands, examining it.

“You know, back in the day these used to be made of real gold. And the wine? Well it was far better than what’s passing for drink nowadays.” He drifted his fingers over the top of the goblet and lifted it to his lips, drinking something from within.

“Why did you summon me here, Billy?” The slurping sound he made before discarding the cup to the ground with a loud metallic thunk, was downright filthy. And you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a tremor in your knees at it.

“Sweetheart, we’re of two different factions. I can’t summon you to do anything.” He was right. But the pull you felt towards him, well, it felt easier to stomach when the blame was placed on him and not you feeling drawn to a demon of your own accord.

“Do they not call you the king of lies?” You moved up the rest of the nave and towards the apse where he now resided. Picking up the empty chalice as you went. Placing it off to the side on a small table. “A throne carved for you made of greed and avarice. A heart black as night and a wicked tongue?”

He leaned forward on the altar, resting an elbow to prop up his chin whilst looking in your eyes.

“If you’re curious about my tongue, you need only ask.” 

You wanted to be disgusted. You truly did. You wished for it, but when it only sent shivers of pleasure through your body. To imagine him feasting upon you…

“I’ll ask you to leave once more.” Where was your ferocity, that angelic illumination that was supposed to draw forth from you and scare off all abominations? You willed it forward, but it did not come.

He pushed back, leaving one hand on the stone, tracing a finger over a few choice grooves that stood out. 

“And if I had come here with a purpose? What then?” Was this…truth? Coming from the king of hell itself? 

“What purpose would that be?”

“To see you.”

You blanched at that. Uncertain if he was telling you the truth, yet in your soul you could feel it. Feel him. It frightened you. An angel was not meant to commune with the devil let alone…feel things for him. Let alone, mutual things.

“To see me?” You questioned, moving up to the opposite side of the altar, letting your own hands rest along the smooth cool stone. 

His bowed head slowly raised, until your gazes were locked. Whatever breath had been left in your lungs was gone. You weren’t sure, but was that a look of hesitation in those once stark cold eyes of his?

The devil was demanding and sin incarnate and yet before you he looked a man, a man showing …humanity. 

“Yes.” 

While every fiber of your being wanted to scream against it, you watched as if by design, your own hand reach across the carved stone and take his gloved hand in yours. 

Feeling his fingers twine against yours felt so right and yet so bad at the same time. Everything inside your head begged you to stop and yet your soul craved more. So much more. 

Without letting go of your hand he walked around the edge of the surface coming to rest on your side. So close to you. Too close to you. He smelled decadent and the heat radiating off of him was, ungodly. 

You’d just opened your mouth to list all the reasons why this couldn’t, No shouldn’t happen but it was cut short by him lifting you from the ground and seating you on the altar above him.

Knees splaying open, the perfect space for him to stand between them. Firm hands resting on your hips, toying with the sides of your dress. Edging it up higher and higher.

You gasped, hands on his shoulders pushing him back. Wide eyes meeting his, your lips parted, a ragged breath just barely getting past your mouth. He surged forward capturing your lips against his.

If this is what hell felt like, what they taught in church was wrong. You’d trade heaven for this every time. Searing lips, and skilled tongue working you over and over until you felt dizzy. Mouths meeting and clamoring to see who’d devour who first.

As he pulled away you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, biting enough to draw a rivulet of blood and when your eyes met his once more they were filled with hellfire.

Before he could move towards you again you leaned back, elbows falling to rest against the cold slab.

“Billy! We can’t. I- can’t…” the gravity of the situation dawning on you as another rumble of thunder resonated throughout the dark empty chamber.

His gloved hand came up to rest against your cheek softly, tenderly. It was disconcerting how tender it felt. Thumb rubbing against  your ruddy cheek, soothing the hiccup of anguish that threatened to spill from you.

“You’ve not been an angel for a long time, trust me it gets old.”

At that Billy fell to his knees before you, pushing the last inch or so of your dress up around your waist and sinking his tongue into you so deeply that your scream drowned out the next roar of thunder.

He was outside of you, then in you, then he was you, in quick succession. Pleasure surged, wracking  your body wave after wave. The heat of his mouth tasting you, lapping each delicious drop fervently.

You dragged your fingers through his slicked back hair, messing it up, gripping it forcefully. Half wishing he did have his horns so you could grasp them while riding his face.

Your moans grew louder and louder, echoing off the cavernous walls. The stained glass figures all staring down at the sinful act occurring on their sacred altar. You felt yourself at the precipice, burning in your stomach begging for release.

His tongue circled your clit forcefully then his dirty lips found your center and sucked. You couldn’t remember when one glove had come off but you felt flesh against flesh on your thigh, pushing you open wider for him.

One finger then another entering you, curling against your walls, dragging out the bliss until you could bear it no longer. His fingers and mouth moved as one consumed you and with a feral cry you were spiraling over the edge.

Stars bursting behind your eyes as they squeezed shut, a tear escaping and sliding along the side of your face to land on the surface beneath you. The world seemed to shake and boom in time with the storm never ceasing outside.

As the aftershocks ebbed away you saw Billy push up from his knees on the ground, standing over you, hands braced in either side of your pliant body. He held his one gloved finger up to his mouth.

“Shhhh baby, this is a holy place.” 

Your lips parted then shut, no words could be formed. Your body was still coming down from its high. You could only watch as he slowly shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

Followed by removing his other glove and letting it drop as well. Your wobbly arms still braced against the altar, haphazardly hoisting your boneless form up to a seating position once more. Watching his every move, noticing the way the front of his pants struggled to contain him.

He smoothed a hand over the front and you saw the shape of his cock jump against the confining fabric. It had your mouth watering and an undeniable ache to be filled.

All hopes of protest died in you then. As an angel you were still not free of sin, no matter how much you’d hoped that you would be. Instead you were craving the devil in every sense of the word. 

A hunger, unlike any you’d known before grew inside you, screaming and clawing to get out. Your hands moved deftly to unbutton the top of his shirt, fingers sliding underneath the silken fabric feeling his heated skin.

Part of you had anticipated him to feel cold. Dead. But he was warm, his skin soft beneath your fingers. Your heavy lidded eyes drifted down as your attention moved to unbuckling his belt.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” You felt his fingers move to cradle your chin as you continued your work. “I know He creates angels that obey and are pristine, but you’re neither of those things are you?” 

You bit your lip in concentration and attempting to muffle out his words. Had He made a mistake, misjudging you, deeming you worthy when you were here, doing decidedly un-angelic things?

Pushing down his pants so they puddled around his feet,Billy stepped out of them fully. Boxers and all had been discarded and you could take in all of him. Even in the dimness of the room his size had your mouth going dry.

Your eyes never left him as he walked to the end of the altar, forcing you to swing your legs and scoot to meet him. Black hair mussed, pieces falling over his dark eyes that seemed to have animalistic glow.

Running a hand through the unkempt strands he gripped your sides, kneading the exposed flesh and tugging at the strings of your dress that hadn’t yet come untied. 

His hot mouth covered the crook of where your neck met your shoulder, snarling as he kissed the soft skin, biting a patch then licking it to soothe.

You cried out, clawing at his back, dragging your fingers down surely leaving red marks. And he loved it. You could feel it as he bit harder this time, begging you to dig deeper.

Finally when his mouth moved up to meet yours again you felt the ties on the side of your dress give way and fall on either side of you. Barely taking notice as your arms wrapped around his neck.

Tasting him, touching him, yearning for him. An unholy yearning and undeniable ache. Ripping your dress out from underneath you and throwing it onto his own pile of clothes you hissed feeling the cold stone pressed against your flesh.

“Lay back for me, baby.” His whisper husky in your ear, making your toes curl at the sound. 

Adjusting yourself you let your lower back meet with the biting cold of the marble slab. Then your upper back, and finally your head. Your hair fell around you like the broken halo you were sure you’d never wear again.

Billy stood over you at the end of the altar, the endless claps of thunder and flashes from behind the stained glass windows backlit him and you swore you could feel the stone beneath you grow heated .

Flames licking at your skin, or was it just your poor flushed body aching for whatever came next. He hovered over you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down towards him a touch before squeezing the soft flesh of your rear for good measure.

The squeak you made had him grinning. A flash of bright white teeth and then he was kissing up your legs. Tickling your ankle, you made to pull back but his grip grew tight holding you in place.

“Where are you running off to?” You swallowed thickly, not daring to pull away, but pushing up to watch him more fervently. At that he pressed the center of you chest down, hand flattening between your breasts.

Returning to running a hot trail of kisses and sucking along your inner thighs, placing a long slow lick to your core, which had you clenching in need before he adjusted his position. 

Looking over you now, hands clasping your wrists above your head, pinned to the altar beneath you.

“I demand a sacrifice.” 

You felt the blunt end of him press to your center and push into you. Your hands shot to his back, gripping him flush against you as he began to move his hips.

Undulating against you, filling you to the brim. Fuller and fuller. He moaned against your neck, your hair pressed to his face and sticking to his parted lips.

He nearly withdrew fully then thrusted so deep inside you, you swore you felt it in your chest. The groan that escaped you felt as if it’d been trapped within for decades, millennia.

He kissed along your collar bone, tongue delving to taste your skin, lick up your sweat, the he found the bud of your nipple, his mouth expertly pulling each new sweet sound from you.

All you could do was scratch and claw at his back. Tearing into him, wanting to be inside him as much as he was inside you. Forbidden lust and dreadful pleasures.

Were you truly an angel anymore or just an extension of the devil himself? Would you ever be let back into heaven after this. Maybe it was worth it. Maybe he was worth it.

As if he could sense the thoughts wracking your brain he rolled his hips against you with delicious roughness. His cock twitching inside you, touching something deep within you that has you groaning again.

“Billy” his name leaves your mouth. It’s the only prayer you feel worthy of reciting. Again and again and again. 

“Yes” another grunt punctuated by a thrust of his hips. He moans low and loud and it awakens something in you. 

“Sing my name.”

His forehead touches yours, eyes piercing, looking into your soul. A rushing heated sensation flushes through your skin. Eyes squeezing shut as you only focus on the pleasure you’re receiving.

Cresting higher and higher, the liquid fire feeling soaring through your veins, pins and needles and licking flames and the heavens opening up in a million raindrops.

Hips meeting again and again, a cacophony of moans and filthy noises filling this sacred place. Sunshine and hellfire meeting as one. Flesh and bone and blood and rage.

You were burning you could feel it. Each exquisite stroke of him was dragging you deeper and deeper away from salvation. 

Then he hit the part of you that needed him most and  you screamed, clenching around him as your climax overtook you. A few more bucks and then he’s following you over the edge.

“Fuck, my pretty little Angel.” He moans as he spills inside you. All the candles lit in the church flare brightly, the flames climbing higher as their master groans, his own orgasm claiming him.

You feel his hot release fill you to the brim and the tumultuous waves wash over you as you slowly ride out both your highs.

Your skin feels like a million pinpricks tickling it and as your eyes blearily drift open to look upon your lover you see the room filled with light.

Angelic light. Glancing down you see your entire body radiating with an ethereal glow. He loomed just above you, bathed in your effervescent light.

You could see how beautiful of an angel he must’ve been. To even make God jealous. His darkness eddied away in your warm hues, encasing you both in a quite literal, afterglow.

Only the devil could make you shine like this.

After a moment you felt your breath start to ease, chest no longer heaving, the ethereal warmth slowly returned to your body. Coolness returning to settle in your bones as the cathedral grew dark around you both once more.

Billy brushed the hair from your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. Pushing up from the altar he moved over to his clothing, rifling through the pile before returning to your side.

He held up the red pocket square, raising a brow and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Cleaning you up with the very swath of fabric. Even lifting you gingerly off the altar, allowing your feet to meet with the floor once again. 

“Thank you for allowing me to worship you.”

The rainfall outside pattering against the windows had slowed, thunder rumbling but sounding further off. You could even count a few beats in between a lighting strike and then the far off thundering.

“Billy…” resuming guilt “I don’t know what to say-“

“Don’t say anything. Not right now.” You didn’t know why you felt this way. Why he felt this way. How heaven had goofed so royally when it came to you.

An angel in love with the devil. How poetic. 

He’d helped you slip back into your dress, and adjusted your coat while you assisted in straightening his tie and brushing a loose strand of his hair back. 

Placing one more roguish kiss to his smirking lips and descending down the nave, past the pews, retrieving your umbrella from where you’d left it by the front door.

Turning back to spare one last glance at the devil himself, but he was already gone. 

You stood along in the echoing hall, the offering candles resumed their quiet swaying and the altar that had been so wickedly tainted not an hour ago was once again clean and unmarred.

What this meant, what this signified, why it had chosen you, you hadn’t the slightest. It felt too big to ponder, at least right now when everything felt so raw.

Walking out into the drizzling rain, disappearing onto the sidewalks once more you thought of your encounter and could feel it.

That illumination, that radiating glow but instead of shining outwards you could feel it nestled deep in the cavern of your chest. Allowing a small smile to grace your lips as you blended into the night.

Say what you will of the devil, but he will always be a gentleman.

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“The gods have decided to rain their wrath down upon my mortal being. I am officially facing the consequences of being too good for this world.”

“Just get a better immune system, silly,” Sakura snorts from your doorway, eyeing the way your limp body is sprawled out on the beige sheets, now slightly damp with the sweaty outline of your body.

A halfhearted groan barely leaves your lips, your face mostly buried in your pillow whilst trying to escape the incessant pounding relentlessly chasing the little remains of sanity in your head.

It’s torture.

“Don’t you have school?” You can see the blurry figure of your roommate shrugging in your peripheral, checking her watch and realising that it is indeed time to leave or she’d be late. 

“Yeah,” She chirps, “Make sure you stay in bed. I’ve already called this ‘Tadashi’ dude and told him you can’t make it today. He said he’d come over in a bit to drop off a few things.”

You hum appreciatively, closing your eyes as your vision starts to swim. Was your ceiling always this yellow? You could’ve sworn it was like, a green or something. God, you need medicine so badly.

“You already took your first dose this morning when you woke up, so make sure you don’t take another till lunch,” She calls out from the kitchen, almost as if she read your mind. Her head peeks past the slightly ajar bedroom door, her shoulder length hair curled to perfection and nearly getting caught in the door hinges. 

“I’ll head off first, call me if you need anything else. I’ll grab some dinner on the way back, porridge sound good?”

It takes all the strength in your body to hold up your hand to send her a limp thumbs up. She chuckles, entering the room and grabbing your ankles, helping to move your body to lay in a more comfortable position. 

You sense her leave afterwards, closing the front door and leaving your own bedroom door open halfway. It takes all of two minutes for you to fall asleep again, the air conditioning set at a mildly cold temperature while you lay under the blankets. 

You stir at the feeling of the warm cloth from this morning now taken away from your forehead, replaced by something cold and wet. You flinch away, hands reaching up to get it off your face as some water trickles down the sides of your face. 

“Crap.”

Is that Hiro you heard…? Can’t be, the jerk’s supposed to be back at the cafe. This is probably a dream, maybe even a nightmare. 

Your eyelids slowly open, and wearily blinking a couple times at the ceiling. Water drips down your forehead and into your eyes. You can barely register the blue blob in your vision, blinking rapidly and using the back of your hand to rub your eyes.

“She’s up!” 

Even his voice sounds as if he’s underwater, the syllables ringing through the air like a ripple in a pond. Who on earth is this guy, and why is he in your room?

Move. You will your arm to grab his hair, and grab his hair you did. “Get outta my apartment,” You mumble while he lets out an ear-piercing shriek that has you wincing. He twists and turns, trying to pull away from your grip. 

“Let go! Tadashi!!” You hear him cry out, hands scrabbling to pull yours away from his hair. Your fingers thread through his curly locks, securing your hold on him with whatever strength you have left in you. That’ll teach him to break into your apartment to steal your stuff. 

“What the-” Another large, taller blob comes through the door. You narrow your eyes, squinting as the shape of a baseball cap comes into view. A familiar baseball cap. 

“ ‘Dashi?” You murmur, your grip all but forgotten. Frowning, you rub your eyes once again and squint as your vision finally clears up. Tadashi’s face is filled with worry and a hint of amusement from the slight tug upward of his lips when he looks at the floor. You follow his gaze to see the supposed intruder groaning with his hands in his hair. 

“Should’ve just stayed unconscious,” Hiro mutters grouchily, massaging his scalp with utmost care after the torture you had just put it through. He glares at you, gesturing to the wet cloth that you now notice next to you on the bed. “Took care of you and what do I get in return?” 

“Hiro, I only asked you to wring the towel so it’s not soaking wet, and you only just got here!” Tadashi’s exasperated chiding has Hiro’s lips pursed into a slight pout, crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes. 

“Wait, how’d you even… where’d you… the cafe?” You stammer, grabbing the very soggy cloth that had soaked through the pillowcase cover and handing it back to Tadashi.

“Yup!” Tadashi nods, watching Hiro leave the room. “Your roommate called Cass and told her about you being sick. So in true Cass fashion, she sent us over here to help nurse you.”

“Correction: She sent you. I, on the other hand, was dragged along.” Hiro calls out from the living room. You sigh, feeling only a tinge of guilt. “Grow up, you’re not balding just yet so get over it.” You retort weakly.

The silence that follows afterwards is sufficient as a reply in itself. Tadashi shakes his head with a chuckle, kneeling down and pressing his hand to your forehead to check your temperature. 

“Yeap. You got a pretty bad fever. Stay in bed, I’ll make you some food.” He promises before getting up and leaving the room. He closes the door behind him, leaving it only slightly ajar. You hear hushed whispers and strain your neck slightly, but don’t manage to catch whatever they’re saying. Curiosity swells and you find yourself on your feet, albeit unsteadily, and making your way to the door. 

The whispers cease, and momentary silence follows. You press your ear to the door, hoping to catch whatever they’re saying. Instead, you hear a small sigh before the door is flung open and you yelp, losing your balance. Your reflexes kick in once again, scrambling to hold whatever is near to protect you from the fall. 

Your hands close around a soft material, metal tips on the end of two strings hitting the back of your hand with a sting. You tumble to the floor, landing on a warm, yet solid surface which also yelps in pain when you crash. 

“Ow…” you groan, cheeks pressed against whatever you had grabbed before falling. 

“Are you guys okay? Did anyone get hurt?” You lift your head up to see Tadashi freeze in the doorway, a pink apron tied around his waist before he purses his lips with an impressed nod, heading back into the kitchen. 

“Wha-?”

“Get off me!” You’re roughly shoved to the side as Hiro gets up from the ground, dusting himself off with a frown. “First my hair, now this?” He sighs.

Your hand stings from the sudden shove, having moved to catch yourself from tumbling once more as your head swims. Your breath hitches, squeezing your eyes shut as the room starts to swim. 

“If I knew that I was gonna get this injured today, I’d have brought a full-body suit or something… maybe even Baymax.” Hiro muses, but his eyes widen upon noticing your curled up position on the floor. “You okay?” He asks, placing his hand on your shoulder and shaking you.

You groan in pain at the movement, trying to press your sweaty forehead against the relief that the cold, hard floor provides. You can barely hear the worry in his voice as a loud ringing in your ears only increases in volume, until everything falls silent.

Sweet relief is all you feel, vaguely sensing yourself being lifted off the floor and placed down again, with a cold compress against your forehead. This isn’t too bad, you muse in your head.

But it’d be much better without this confounded headache.

Which is exactly what you wake up to moments later. Hiro is on the floor of your room with his knees tucked to his chest, playing a rhythm game on his phone with vested interest. You try to mask a cough with a huff, but you spot his shoulders tense, now aware that you’re up.

He turns around, sporting a guilty smile and not quite meeting your bleary eyes. You raise a brow, intrigued by this sudden behaviour of his. “How’re you feeling?”

There’s no trace of malice or meanness in his voice, just genuine, carefully worded concern for your wellbeing. It almost makes you smile. Almost.

“I’ve been better,” You reply back sarcastically, drawing a sharp chuckle out of him. You move to sit upright on the bed, holding back another groan at how much your joints ache from the simple movement. They creak and moan in protest, as if they’re rusty hinges on a broken door.

“Here.” He hands you a cushion, and you settle it under your arms to prop them up. 

“Thanks.” You’re not entirely sure what to make of his sudden niceness, not after the previous night when he had essentially insulted your entire ambition and dream. Something’s up.

“So, look.” You glance at him, observing the way his fingers fiddle with the strings of his hoodie as his eyes remain fixed on them. “I’m sorry about how I pushed you earlier. I…forgot you were sick.”

“Did Tadashi scold you?” You ask curiously, watching his hesitant nod with a little smile. “Well, if that’s how you treat me when I’m sick, I’d hate to see how you treat your friends.” You joke, watching him wince with a small tinge of satisfaction.

However, you raise your brows when he doesn’t respond, sensing that you’ve touched on a sensitive topic. So, you change the subject. “So, you said Tadashi dragged you here. You could go home, y’know.” You chuckle. 

“I guess so.” He replies, finally tearing his gaze away from his fingers to look at you with a halfhearted smile. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

A moment of silence passes as you stare at him, trying to figure him out. His almond eyes are filled with pure guilt and worry. “I don’t know,” he admits, running a hand through his hair.

You merely hum in response, not entirely sure what to say to break the silence. Staring down at the calloused skin of your fingers, you pick away at the skin.

“I uh, accidentally saw some of your unfinished articles earlier when you were asleep.” Hiro admits. You look back up at him with a glare, your defensive side softening when you see his tense shoulders. 

Right. Breathe. No hostility. Be civil.

“And what did you think? How’s my ‘journalism’?” You ask him sarcastically, doing air quotes around the last word. 

So much for being civil.

You did feel bad for the guilt that flashes across his face for a moment. “It honestly wasn’t bad.” He says slowly. “I liked them, especially the one you wrote about Tadashi.”

You really shouldn’t feel this happy about his acknowledgement of your work. You shouldn’t take this compliment from someone who had just insulted it last night. 

And yet, you can’t stop the huge smile from making its way across your lips. 

He reciprocates the smile with a soft one of his own, sitting down in your desk chair. “Nope. You. Off.” You instruct, gesturing for him to get off your chair.

“Fine,” He grumbles, but this time it’s a playful, lighthearted one. He sits down on the end of your bed instead, kicking his feet up and sitting cross-legged. 

The atmosphere is much lighter, and it’s easier to breathe compared to earlier. 

A knock comes at the door. “Food’s here,” Tadashi calls out from behind. Hiro gets off the bed to open the door, letting his brother come inside with a small tray with a bowl of porridge and a glass of water on top, along with some pickled radishes and a spoon. He sets it down on the bedside table, placing his hand on your forehead once more to check your temperature. 

He whistles. “Looks like you’re doing much better now. Your head was burning like crazy when we first got here. And you, I brought you here to help, not injure her further. Got it?” He directs the last part to Hiro who nods obediently. 

Satisfied, Tadashi takes his leave after checking the temperature of the room and closing the door, leaving it only slightly ajar. Hiro looks around the room to see another smaller stool in the corner, grabbing it and moving it to sit right next to you. 

“What, am I getting special treatment now?” You say playfully as he scoops out some porridge and blows on it gently. 

“Don’t delude yourself. I’m just doing it so ‘Dashi won’t scold me again.” His eyes have a glint of amusement in them, but the concern is genuine. You would almost mistake it as caring for a friend. 

That is, if you guys are even friends.

“Thanks,” You choose to say anyway, because why look a gift horse in the mouth?

He continues to feed you, obliging even your small requests like placing a pickle in the spoon before scooping the porridge because it tastes better that way. (“It’s a science fact,” you defend upon his odd look.)

Almost half the bowl is gone and you’re getting full. The small pickle plate is empty, and the glass of water has only a drop left. 

“I’m sorry.”

You choke on the last spoonful he feeds you, the remaining burn of the hot porridge forcing its way down your throat as you cough harshly. Hitting your fist against your chest helps it go down faster, but the burn in your throat remains. 

“What?” You croak out, looking at him with pure confusion and watery eyes.

“I’m sorry I called your journalism dumb. It’s not. Well, not as dumb as I thought.” Hiro realises that his apology isn’t worded carefully enough from the way your understanding gaze morphs into a glare. “I mean, journalism isn’t dumb…?” He tries again.

You snort. “Better.”

You level your gaze with him, unable to stop your lips from forming a small smile. “And you’re decently smart for a guy who can’t tell the difference between a flat white and a latte.” 

The both of you dissolve into laughter, before you begin to share with him the new articles you’re working on, while he gives you thorough feedback as a reader. It’s the first time you’re having such an avid discussion with him without insults being hurled by either of you, and it’s actually…pleasant. 

In fact, the both of you are so caught up in talking that you fail to notice Tadashi had opened the door, watching the both of you with a relieved smile. From his point of view, it definitely looks like the both of you have made up. 

One might even say that you’re friends now.

— — — — — 

A few hours before…

“Hiro!” Tadashi calls out urgently, his younger brother popping his head out from behind the doorway of their shared room while he changes his pants. 

“What?”

“Get ready buddy, we’re heading out. Our little barista’s sick today so Cass is sending us over.” Tadashi informs him coolly. 

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not dragging me off when I have a project to get through.” Hiro denies vehemently. 

— — — — — 

“I can’t believe you dragged me here when I have a project to go through.” Hiro pulls his arm away from Tadashi’s strong grip with a glare. 

“The wellbeing of your friend is more important than your project.” His brother chides him gently, taking off his shoes and entering the hallway of the apartment after having shut the door behind him. 

Hiro lingers at the doorway. He could just leave right now, and take the public transport back to the cafe. He could do that, definitely. 

So why does he feel obliged to help? 

He recalls the previous night’s fight between the both of you, shoulders slumping in defeat before taking off his shoes and following his brother into the bathroom. 

“Where did she say the towels were… Aha!” Tadashi finds a light blue towel and hands it to Hiro. “Rinse this and wring it dry.” He instructs before heading back out to the living room, probably to the kitchen.

He does as Tadashi says, but the towel is still dripping wet even after all the times he’s squeezed it as tightly as he can. “Stupid towel.”

“Where do I put the towel?” He gives up quickly, heading outside and hoping his brother doesn’t see the wet mass in his hands. 

“Her room’s the one with the butterfly stickers. Go put it on her forehead, I bet she’s burning up right now.” Tadashi calls out from the kitchen. He hears the clatter of a few pots and pans, choosing not to question it.

Hiro knocks on the door, waiting for a response. He doesn’t get any. Opening the door, he’s greeted with a stuffy room with little to no light. He squints, barely able to make out your silhouette laying asleep in your bed. 

He moves to adjust the fan and crack open the windows a smidge to clear the room of the old air, relieved when he spots the crease between your brows relax once the room becomes more well-ventilated. 

It’s time.

He holds the still very much soggy towel above your head, swallowing a nervous gulp. 

She won’t wake up from this…right?

He takes a deep breath, the wet towel plopping down on your forehead with a loud squelch. He freezes when he sees you frown in your sleep, shifting uncomfortable as the water runs down the sides of your head. 

Don’twakeupdon’twakeupdon’twakeup-

Your eyes slowly open.

“Crap.”

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next part of mrs. hey soul sister!!!

Before you can really indulge in the taste of him and you, mixed together so sinfully on your tastebuds, he’s slipping his fingers between yours and stepping back.

He leads you away from the door as you stare at him wordlessly, confused, excited, and so fucking aroused.

Your heels click along the floor as he leads you toward your bedroom, your brow cocking upward with intrigue as he guides you through the door and stands you in front of your full-length mirror.

Oh.

Oh.

You face your reflection as he moves behind you, hands smoothing up your arms until they find the zipper of your dress.

His lips find a home on the shell of your ear as he hums, the vibration and low sound of the deep tenor making your eyes flutter shut as you lean back against his chest.

“Want you to watch,” he murmurs, and you feel the slow pull of the zipper down your back. “Watch me take off this fucking dress.”

The material falls like rain, pooling around your feet as your naked body is exposed to his hungry gaze.

You watch the way his pupils darken in the reflection. Feel the way his nails dig into your hip as you’re tugged even further. Watch the bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. 

“Watch me,” he whispers once more as his hand moves for your chest, fingertips finding the peak of your nipple as he tweaks it until you’re reeling. “Watch me make you fall apart.”

His other fingers find your thighs, traveling up the drip until he can dip inside. Forcing a pitiful whine from your lips as you squirm up onto your tiptoes only to be tugged back down by his arm.

And you adore the way he’s so focused on you. The way he works to make you feel good. The thought does more to you than you’d realized, and you can’t help but feel the soft flutter in your chest at his caring nature.

To think this isn’t what you expected of the man who chose Dancing Queen over Gimme, Gimme, Gimme.

Your eyes find him once again in the mirror as he drags his bottom lip along your neck, letting his tongue lap at the pulse point just below your ear as you sigh quietly.

Then, however, you’re forced to watch him step back. Your heart sinks like a stone in water as he crosses his arms over his chest and nods his chin at you.

“On your knees,” he says darkly, and you wish you didn’t feel compelled to drop so fast, but you do and you’re on the floor before you can even fight it.

He waits a moment now, fingers finding his belt as he tugs it undone, tossing it toward your bed.

And you swallow anxiously, eyeing his strong hands in the reflection as you nearly drool. Just waiting to feel them again. 

He walks himself around your body now until he can face you, effectively blocking the mirror, but you’re more than all right with that.

He looks down, somehow even prettier above you than he is below. 

Your chin tilts up, lips parting with admiration as he reaches out to tuck his fingers below your jaw, stroking the skin of your cheek almost tenderly.

“S’this what you wanted, hm?” A taunting tenor yet soft enough to trick you into nuzzling into his touch. “Wanted to be on your knees, just for me?”

You nod, rather quickly, despite the small reminder in your brain not to give in so easily, but you suppose it’s far too late now.

And he’s pleased with your answer. So pleased with your obedience that you blush at the faint smile on his lips.

Then, he murmurs, “Lay back for me.”

Without ever looking away, you crawl back until you’re flat on the ground, your breath trapped in your throat. He reaches behind his head to grasp the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head in one fluid motion, so effortlessly that you want to swoon.

And you do. You stare. Shamelessly and hungrily at his chest. Each ridge and dip and quiver of his muscles as he moves to pull down his jeans next.

You’ve never felt more impatient, lying there without the feel of his fingers as you feel yourself nearly wither away. He’s taking so damn long and suddenly you’re tempted to just reach out and drag him down.

Once he’s left in nothing but his boxers, he crouches down, kneeling between your parted thighs as he hovers himself over your aching, trembling body.

Yet he keeps his skin from yours. Not risking even the slightest brush of his knee to your leg. Or his hands along your arm. He makes you wait there. Impatient and dripping. The cruelest form of punishment he could possibly think of. 

And when he does finally settle himself down, the friction is almost unfathomable. Too quick to fully enjoy and yet just slow enough to remind you that you really are his in this moment.

Your arms sneak around his back, nails in his shoulder blades as you tug him closer, followed by the soft whisper of, “Please…please.”

The fucker has the nerve to smirk as he nuzzles his face in your neck, soft lips tracing a pattern on the sensitive skin as you still.

“Is this really what you want?” It’s almost a threat, and you resist a shiver as he brings his teeth into play, pulling at your earlobe as he waits for your answer. “Really want to break our deal?”

You nod fervently, pushing—shoving any reservations away as you begin to pant. “Yes…yes, I do—”

“Do you?” He won’t concede so easily, and you could slap him. “I promise, darling, I won’t be gentle.”

You suck in a sharp breath as you lift your hips to meet his, desperate for anything. “I don’t care…don’t care—”

“Maybe you should.”

His fingers find your throat, tapping along your pulse point before he squeezes, just to hear you gasp.

“Maybe you should care about how far I’d go to ruin you,” he tells you as your eyes find the ceiling, so overcome with intrigue that you’re not sure what to do. “Should care how easy it would be to ruin you for anybody else. Make you mine. Forever.”

The large hand moves down your chest, roughly grabbing at your tit as you squirm, the pain merely aiding the pleasure as you arch into his touch pitifully.

“You tempt me,” he murmurs as his fingers dip between your thighs. “You fucking tempt me every day. Do you feel good, darling? Feel good watching me fall apart for you?”

You do. You know you do but this isn’t an answer you can divulge before he dips two fingers inside, curling immediately to pull you back to the present. 

It’s easy. Too easy, you might argue, but you still can’t find it in you to give a shit. Because he’s slipping. You can see it behind his resolve. Slipping quickly as he indulges in the feel of you. Of your warm cunt that he so badly wants to sink into and you just wish he would already.

As if akin to your thoughts, he pulls back to release himself from his boxers, fisting his cock as he settles back down.

Your heart races inside your chest, thumping like a drum with the anticipation that follows, and your fingers find his curls to steady yourself.

His other hand, however, returns to your jaw, squeezing tight as he thrusts your head to the side until you can see your reflection a few feet away.

“Watch,” he instructs once more, and your breath becomes caught in your throat as you feel him edging his way closer. “You fucking watch what I do to you.”

And before you truly have the chance to argue, he snaps his hips forward, and the only thing you can truly see is stars.

Nothing else matters in this moment. Nothing but the familiar stretch that you haven’t felt since that night. 

Your wedding night.

It had slowly come back in pieces but this—

You never realized how bad you missed this. Never realized that this—that Harry—was all you ever needed.

Like a puzzle piece, fitting so perfectly that you can’t be sure that he wasn’t made for you. That his cock wasn’t made just for you.

A bit dramatic, you suppose, but it’s about the only thought that occurs to you in this moment as you watch your jaw drop.

As you watch the muscles in his arm, his back, his chest ripple, and tense with each thrust he makes.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything so fucking hot in your life. Don’t imagine anything has ever looked as good as Harry does right now, on top of you, filling you completely.

Your nails pull at the skin on his back until you can feel the little droplets of blood form. Until he’s hissing a curse and dipping down to pull your lip between his teeth. Until he’s forcing your thigh open, holding it tight to the floor just to hit that one spot that has you squirming.

You sound pathetic. Pitiful. Whispering his name over and over, as if it’s the only thing that can save you.

And watching his strong, muscular frame in the reflection, glistening with a sheen of sweat, is more erotic than anything you’ve ever seen before in your life. 

You’d happily stay here on the floor with him forever. Locked in this moment.

“S’a good girl,” he mumbles into the skin of your shoulder. “Look at you. See how fucking perfect you look? Laid out all pretty for me?”

Truthfully, you’re not really staring at your own reflection. After all, why would you when he’s right there?

“Shit.” He stills for a moment, eyes falling shut before he returns to the specific rhythm that has you arching into him. “Fucking look at you. S’all mine. Fucking mine. Dripping all over my floor, my fucking cock. All for me, yeah?”

You whimper deep in the back of your throat as you recognize the tell-tale signs of pleasure forming in the pit of your stomach. The way you begin to lift your hips to meet him, following his lead. The way you’re becoming desperately unhinged.

Then, his fingers find your throat once more to squeeze an answer from you. “Tell me it’s all for me.”

“It’s all for you, Har—” It comes out as a gasp. A bit breathier than you had intended, but he hears you, nonetheless. “It is. It’s all for you, always for you.”

“Always,” he repeats, almost as if the word itself does orgasmic things to his mind, his teeth scraping together as he begins to stutter in his movements. “Fucking mine, aren’t you? Mine. S’fucking my name you wear. My house you come home to. My fucking wife.”

And you’re not really sure why, but that is what does it for you.

The animalistic, possessive purr in his voice. The statement that at any other time would have you rolling your eyes and jumping into a rebuttal. 

Now? Now it’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear and as you clench around him, you’re almost sure you see heaven.

Nothing has ever made you feel like this. Nobody. The blood stains your fingertips from where you scratch down his spine. Your muscles sting with the stretch of pleasure. And you’re almost sure you lose your voice from screaming his name so loud, your face buried into the sticky skin of his chest.

And he holds you. Arm wrapping around your waist to tug you further onto his cock as he comes, biting down on your shoulder until the pain sends a new wave of sensations down to your cunt. 

It goes and goes and goes. Time slows. Stops, altogether. Until all you know is him and that sweet rush of bliss that follows.

He collapses on top of you, the weight of his body rather comforting as the room fills with the sound of desperate pants and satisfied hums. 

Your head rolls to the side after a moment, looking once more at your reflection, and the first thing you see is the giant smile on your face.

For a moment or two, you stay wrapped in each other’s arms. Your fingers in his hair as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat against yours. The sound of his quiet whispers as he tells you how fucking good you were for him.

And that’s the last thing you hear before you drift off.

Your name. His name.

Together.

Mrs. Harry Styles.

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The Lava Tube

Summary: Azula and Suki explore a cave together.

Azula remembers the first time that she had truly felt alive again. 

It was at the top of a cliff with the wind thrashing violently at her hair as a torrent of ruthless rain splattered her upturned face. The air was charged, backlit by rapid flashes of lightning. 

The irony of it all; she had gone there to die. 

They had suppressed her spirit and dimmed her personality—smothered and stomped out all of the things that had made her who she was. All of her ‘undesirable’, hard to work with traits. They had whittled her away until she didn’t love herself either. And nobody liked her any better for it. 

She is standing on a cliffside again, but not nearly as close to the edge. A renewed lust for life, keeps her further back. A desire to avoid another rock climbing safety lecture from Suki adds a few more feet or distance. 

Today the jungle is alive and golden. Dragonflies hum through clouds of pollen and dust. Azula can hear the soft rippling of the river that they had been walking parallel to. It is now distant and the distance has reduced it to just a backdrop to the parrot-iguana calls and toad-squirrel chitters.

Now and then some creature shakes the branches of the canopy and rattles a coconut out of place which drops to the ground with a thud. 

Suki wipes some sweat from her brown and Azula swats at a fly that has taken a liking to her arm. “It will be cooler in the cave.” Azula mentions–her subtle way of trying to get Suki to hurry up. 

It isn’t that she doesn’t also admire the glorious overlook that they have of the jungle below. It isn’t that she can’t appreciate a good rainbow cast by a close yet distant waterfall. It is more so that she wants to admire something that she has never seen before. Something with a bleakness that is both eerie and alluring. Something that very likely hasn’t ever felt human feet on its rocks. 

“Have you ever gone caving before?” Suki asks. 

Azula shakes her head. “Have you?” The faint tickles of nervousness decrease only slightly when Suki nods a yes. 

“Once or twice. It’ll be nice to not have to carry a torch while we climb.” 

“I am going to be using both of my hands, you know?” 

Suki shrugs. “Katara tells me that you can breathe fire.”

Azula’s cheeks pinken. “You all need to stop discussing that day.”

“And you need to talk about it more.” Suki counters. “You tend to keep a lot of things inside.” She holds her palm over Azula’s heart. “That’s another thing that you and Sokka have in common; you two just don’t talk about how you feel.” 

The pink on Azula’s cheeks darkens. She clears her throat. “Yes, well I…”

“You need to get used to it. You’re safe.” Suki promises. 

Azula swallows. She supposes that she is. That she has been for a while now. But old habits are so deeply ingrained. “Can we…?” She gestures to the cave opening.

Suki smiles. “After you.”

Azula makes her way towards the edge, squats down, and insects the opening. “It used to be a volcano.” 

“It smells like one.” Suki agrees. “Is it still active?”

Azula shrugs. “I suppose that we’ll find out.” She ignites a small flame in her palm. “It looks like our descent will be less of a climb and more of a walk, if we navigate the slope right. Of course, we could still climb if we choose but it isn’t a straight drop that would require all of our equipment.” Although she feels inclined to use it anyhow, just in case. She supposes that, in the worst case, she could break her fall with well timed jets of fire to propel her upwards. But Suki doesn’t have that luxury. 

What time is eaten away by dressing themselves in all of their gear is made up by a much easier descent. Even so, Azula is slightly breathless by the time they reach the bottom. She holds her hand out and helps Suki climb over the boulder. “Watch your step, there’s a hole on the left.”

.oOo.

Suki had never taken Azula for someone who would be fascinated by rocks. But the woman seems mighty invested in running her fingers over many of them. She names them too, tells Suki all about the different formations that she observes.

“It’s mostly basalt, but there’s a lot of obsidian here too.” 

Suki can’t tell if she is actually speaking to her or if Azula is muttering to herself, a habit that she has taken on as of late. Azula has many precious little habits. Ones that she doesn’t seem to notice but they mean the world to Suki. The way that she flicks her bangs when she is bored or nervous. The way that she purses her lips and scrunches her brows when she is focused or determined. She likes to rub her thumb and pointer together and create little sparks when she needs a subtle way of keeping her hands busy. 

After years of sitting rigidly, quietly, and politely, Azula has become a touch restless. She likes to be busy at all times. Frankly, Suki hopes that this little adventure will coax her to rest a little bit. Not that Azula isn’t speedily inspecting every nook and cranny of the entrance chamber.

Suki hastens her pace and follows Azula and the light of her fire towards what first seems to be a very narrow crack. “Azula, I don’t think that I’m going to fit.”

Azula looks her over. “You’ll be fine.” 

Suki bites her lower lip. “Azula, you’re tiny.”

Azula frowns. She picks up one of their torches. “I’ll go in myself and tell you what’s in there.” 

“Azula…” She pauses. “I would rather not be alone. Every time I’ve been in a cave I had a few people with me.” 

Azula’s frown deepens. “I will be quick.” She declares as though that settles the matter.

They have talked about this. They’ve talked about it several times. And Azula never seems to relent. Suki sighs. She really doesn’t want to have this discussion in a dark and lonely cave. “Well what if you get stuck?”

“I won’t.” Azula assures. “See.” She has herself partially squeezed into the crevice. 

“Fine. Go.” 

Azula seems tenses. “It’s fine. Never mind.” 

Suki can hear the enthusiasm leaking out of Azula’s voice and her heart sinks. 

“I just don’t want either of us to get stuck. That’s all.” Suki knows that Azula is aware that there is more to it than just that. And that is precisely what has stolen the joy right out of her. “There’s a bigger opening over there.” She tries. 

“Yeah. Sure.” Azula mumbles. 

Suki’s heart sinks further still. She had been very excited to explore that cavern and seeing all of that delight turn to disappointment makes her wonder if she is in the wrong here, makes her feel guilty. She doesn’t think that Azula does this on purpose. The princess probably doesn’t even notice. Which is a problem in itself…

“It’s fine, we can see what is in that opening.” She pauses. “The other one was probably just a dead end anyhow.” The silence is tense as they enter the larger opening. Suki opens her mouth several times but can’t come up with anything to say. 

They are a good distance into the tunnel when Azula begins to run her fingers over the rocks again, slowing her pace to trace the craggy linework of them. “It’s a lava tube.” She concludes. “I think that it was connected to the initial cave entrance.” She pauses again. “This might take us closer to the heart of the volcano.” 

“You think so?”

Azula nods. 

She resumes her silence until the tube begins to widen.

And with its increasing width comes an increase in heat. An increase that has Azula dabbing at her forehead. “This might just be an interesting discovery.”

Some of the butterflies in Suki’s stomach go still. Azula’s voice has a bit of that spark back. 

“Look at this.” Azula stands with her face towards the ceiling. “I think that those are lava stalactites. I’ve never seen formations like these before. There are some crystals on them too.” 

Suki cranes her neck but she can’t seem to see what Azula does. So the princess gently takes Suki’s head in her hands and turns it in the right direction. And there it is, a twinkling spiral of translucent orange gems. “What kind are they?”

Azula hums. “Citrine? Orange Fluorite? I’m not sure. I will have to refer to my scrolls when we get back to the palace!” 

Suki manages a smile. 

Azula takes her hand. “I’ve always wanted to see a lava waterfall. Of course we won’t be able to get very close…” She pauses. “Unless you would like to turn back now.”

The rest of the butterflies disperse. “We can keep going and see if it gets too hot.”

.oOo.

Perhaps she hadn’t gotten to explore that small crevice but she did get to see a lava waterfall in all of its roaring, furious glory. The sound it had made was a toss between a clap of thunder and the crackling pop of a campfire magnified tenfold.

She hadn’t been able to stare for too long with the brightness being so violently golden and complete. But what she had seen of it is burned into her memory. The cascade splashed into a thick molten pool. In her head she had pictured dragons bathing in its ebbing flow, rising out of the lava with unscathed and dripping wings. Powerful beasts basking in nature’s power. 

The glow from which followed she and Suki well down the length of the lava tube as they made their exit. Even for her it had grown much too hot. By the time they reach the much cooler entrance chamber of the volcano, the both of them are perfectly ready for a break. 

With the light of the entrance streaming in, Azula lets the fire in her palm snuff out and lays herself down on the cool ground next to Suki. “I suppose that I should thank you for dissuading me away from that crack. It would have been terribly boring in comparison.”

Suki smirks and brushes a few strands of hair out of Azula’s face. “Is that right? Are you actually admitting that you were wrong.” 

Azula sniffs. “Absolutely not. The crack would have been exciting in its own right.” 

Suki rolls her eyes and gives Azula a little nudge. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Azula replies. 

Suki wiggles closer and takes Azula into her arms. “Well I’m glad that this whole caving thing went well.” 

Azula relaxes into her embrace and nods. “I would like to explore the Cave of the Two Lovers next. The Avatar made it sound like a fascinating place. Of course, it won’t compare to the lava waterfall. Unfortunately, we have already seen the pinnacle of natural beauty…”

“You’re looking at it right now.” Suki agrees. 

Azula crinkles her nose. “Apparently it takes at least five years of being in a relationship for the other person’s terrible sense of humor to rub off on you.” 

“Sokka’s sense of humor is an acquired taste. And if his sense of humor has rubbed off on me then my sense of humor will rub off on you. So you will have Sokka’s sense of humor too.”

“I’d rather pitch myself into that lava lake.” Azula grumbles. “My own sense of humor suits me just fine and it will eventually dominate Sokka’s sense of humor and instill itself within you.” 

Suki laughs. “You are very intense, you know that?”

“I have been told.” She replies. “But you are still here so…” She shrugs. 

“It’s part of your charm.” Suki admits. 

Part of her charm…

She swallows. Mostly, people seem to get uncomfortable with her intensity. Suki takes it with a laugh and a smile. 

“I think that it’s also part of your sense of humor.” Suki presses her forehead against Azula’s. They fall into a serene sort of silence. For a good while, she is perfectly content listening to the rush of air as it works its way through the cave. Perfectly content to listen to the squawking of birds outside of the cave and the squeaking of flutterbats from within. 

“We should probably head back now.” Suki suggests. 

“Yes, I suppose that we should.” Azula agrees. They will likely reach the palace well after dark. If they reach it at all; she supposes that she wouldn’t be too upset to spend the night under the stars. “We could spend the night in this cave.” 

“We could.” Suki taps her chin. “Do you want to spend the night in this cave?” 

“Well I don’t particularly feel like rushing back to the palace.”

“Alright. Let’s try it.” 

Azula snuggles herself closer to Suki and nuzzles her cheek against the woman’s chest. At any rate, she is rather drained from this adventure and Suki is plenty comfortable. She kisses Suki’s neck. “By the way, I found this for you.” She draws a small crystal out of her pocket. “It was in the crevice.” 

Azula watches her turn the small red gem over in her hand. “It’s really pretty, Azula, thank you.”

Azula smiles to herself and looks towards the mouth of the cave. Warm rays of dying dayling wash golden over her face. 

Finally, days are becoming kinder to her. 

Suki squeezes her hand.

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12 Year Old Copia, 1988. Name his rat. (I picked Ratthias)

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1986

Primo was usually in good spirits, whether tending to the Ministry gardens or to the needs of his younger brothers. There were some days, however, especially if it had rained for several days before, that the entire clergy could feel Primo’s heart fall. Primo had always been a go-getter and an upstanding member of the community since his return as an adult over a decade prior. But there was always something eating at him. Some mud that, no matter how hard he dug or clawed, would slowly sink him down into a pit of despair.

It was April, and after a long string of rainy days. Nihil’s two remaining sons and little Copia sat in the common room, winding down from an uneventful day with an equally uneventful evening. Copia observed Primo from his place coloring in a sketchbook on the carpet. Primo was lying on the couch and staring upwards, glassy eyed, a hand across his chest. Lost in thought. The darkness in his heart once again dragging him down.

Copia jogged over to Secundo who was smoking and reading at his favorite bench at the window. The boy tugged at Secundo’s sleeve, frowning and huffing.

“Use your words, Copia,” muttered Secundo.

Copia shook his head and gestured over to Primo slumped on the couch. He flapped his arms. “Can't. Ruin the surprise,” the boy whispered. “Do the thing. Come on. Please.”

Secundo glanced at his older brother and grunted, getting up from his seat. He walked over to the piano, stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray on the top. He stretched his fingers and began to play a sad, remorseful song, Beethoven’s Für Elise. The most Secundo ever moved or emoted was as he played a piece— swaying his body, hunching his shoulders, softening his eyebrows. Primo sighed as the melody dragged across the air, filling the space like a gathering raincloud. Copia shifted into position near Primo, his eyes darting over to his other brother, waiting for the cue.

At some point the tempo imperceptibly increased, the music now a different complexity… a shimmering, iconic disco tune. Copia marched out to face Primo, waving his arms, scream-singing at the top of his lungs.

“ DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY SEVENTEEN!” Copia twirled around on his toe landing into a comical knee bend that was only possible for youngsters. He waved his arms around, staring into Primo, pointing his finger at his adoptive brother. “ You can daaaance! You can jiii-ive! Having the time of your liiiiiife ooh-oooh-ooh!”

Primo stared at him, his eyes still tired and hollow. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“See that giiiirl! Watch that scene! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEEEEEN!” The boy Copia wiggled his hips and nearly crabwalked across the rug.

As if tugged by a string Primo’s lips jerked into a small smile. He struggled with his face but his expression at last expanded into a full grin. Copia grinned back, jumping into his arms. “You're absolutely ridiculous—oof!” said Primo, bringing his arms around the boy. “You're getting too big to be in my lap these days.”

Copia rested his head on Primo’s shoulder, bringing his arm around him. “Nuh-uh.” He looked over to Secundo, who had relaxed Dancing Queen into a sarcastically soft piano bar improvisation.

“And how are your lessons going?” Primo asked Copia. Secundo caught his eye and stoically nodded his approval.

“Good,” said Copia. “Secundo says if you can change any sad song into Dancing Queen, you're a pretty good musician.”

Primo kissed the top of the boy’s head, patting his shoulder. “I suppose that's the right attitude.”

Copia watched his adoptive brother’s smile fade into a wistful expression, the clouds in his eyes falling away, at least for a little while.

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