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creepytoes88 · 3 years

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His cumslut

Letting Vinnie do basically whatever he wants tends to benefit me more then most people might think. My best friends are always saying I’m gonna regret letting him go to whatever party or anyone's house. They say he’s a hypocrite because he always has tabs on where I'm at and who I'm with honesty it does get annoying at times but he can't help that he has trust issues. I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to being his girlfriend he has had a bad past with every girlfriend he's had, all of them have cheated and every girl he got with outside of a relationship just uses him. He was very clear on how he feels about unnecessarily revealing clothes “Wear what you want but if I have to kill a guy tonight I'm punishing you when we get home.”

A very common phase he uses but that's the worst of it I don't mind telling him who I'm with or where I am, I never ask him where he is because because I know he won't go looking around anywhere else. I've explained this to them a thousand times “Well tell us why your so confident he won't cheat” I blush slightly and shrug “YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME” I look down “it’s personal” they look at each other and laugh “tell us you prude” I chuckle slightly “promise no Judgement or making fun of me!” they both hold out their pinkeys and nod “wellllll...I let him do whatever he wants-” kay laughs “Yea we know” I look down “i mean anything” I slowly look back up “what he says goes.... Don't wear clothes for the rest of the week.....suddenly I'm busy all week” they look at me dumbfounded “of course there are exceptions but I let him have complete control with the sexual side of the relationship.” I say with a small smile “and he's good at it too” they look at each other and look back at me before busting out in laughter, “no wonder your not worried...your his sex slave” I tilt my head Vinnie had never used that term with me, I grew up with Vinnie me and him went to school together we weren't close till middle school we decided in freshman that we would be best as friends. The second week him and I were in LA we went to a party and ended up hooking up I was a virgin, and I thought it was gonna ruin everything but to my surprise, we just kept getting more and more serious.

After 5 months of living in the sway house, we moved out into our little house, our sex life completely changed when we no longer had people living with us. Vinnie told me his sexual dreams of having me whenever he damn well pleased and having me wear things he likes. Vinnie makes jokes about it but in real life I'm only allowed to call him Vinnie if we're in public inside the house his name is Daddy and that alone. The first time we had a fight in the house I called him by his name and he simply picked me up threw me over the couch, he edged me for hours when he finally let me release the power of it made me faint for a minute scaring the the absolute shit out of Vinnie. ”Honestly your not wrong...he’s never called me that but I guess your kinda right” they are quite for a second so I look at them “what” they look at each other before kay takes a deep breath “are you happy though, Outside of the sex he not controlling or pushy?” I smile “oh he's perfect and so sweet to me honestly I'm more worried of hurting his feelings.” I feel my phone vibrant and then Vinnie’s ring tone I answer quickly wondering why he didn't face time me or text me “hey bab-” I hear him breathing deeply “whats wrong?” I ask with worry “I really need you to head home now baby I’ve had a very long day and I need to release some tension.”

I feel shivers go down my spine and I feel myself already starting to get wet I let out a fake sigh “alright Vinnie if it’s that important I’ll be home in 10 minutes” hoping the girls won’t think it’s about something dirty. Vinnie lets out a chuckle “they are still giving you shit about me?” I laugh “I’ll be home soon I love you” I hung up and give the girls an apologetic face “girls I’m-“ they laugh and stand up “it’s okay Y/n we don’t want him to throw a tantrum because your not naked when you get there” I gasp turning around seeing their playful faces “you guys are ridiculous.” We all laugh as we go separate ways, I get in my car rushing home I want to beat him to the house so I can keep the plan of being naked. The second I step in the house I start stripping and then as I’m about to pull my skirt off I hear a door slam. I gasp and rush upstairs flinging my clothes off just leaving them there. I hear the Door open then slam shut I jump on the bed quickly, I place my head and chest against the bed my ass in the air. I spread my legs as far as possible trying to calm my breathing my heart is basically beating out of my chest as I wait for him patiently.

Vinnie's POV

I pull in to the house and shut off the car taking a deep breath ”Vinnie it's not Y/n’s fault that Justin is a dumbass” I say to myself getting out of the car I slam the door releasing as much anger as possible before going in the house to my beautiful wife to be. I will marry this woman she's everything I've ever wanted or needed but now isn't the time for marriage or at least that's what I keep telling myself walking in to the house and slamming that door too I am already kinda feeling better I'm still fucking pissed but I'm not raging anymore I toss my keys into the bowl and take off my shoes seeing hers just tossed to the side unlike usual. I walking into the living room to see her shirt and bra on the floor I smirk and walk up to the stairs seeing her skirt and her panties along with her socks right outside the closed door. “Hello my love-” I walk in to see her bent over with her ass in the air, her beautiful flower on full display along with her cute little button. The sight takes my breath away I can see her arousal dripping down her legs “well aren't you just the prettiest view.”

I see her wiggle her squishy cheeks making me laugh a little “wanna give Daddy a little dance show princess?” I was kidding but my baby never disappoints she immediately started to shake her butt to an imaginary song I watch with my mouth open a little I truly didn't know she was capable of dancing that way. I watch in awe as she began to make her ass clap (as one does💀) I grunt as I feel my dick become impossibly hard I began to take my clothes off as I pull down my boxers. My cock slaps against my lower stomach making my stomach twist I grab ahold of it watching as large amounts of pre-cum slip out. I swiping my tip letting out a little grunt, I hear her call my name I look up at her to see her look at me from between her legs “can I help?” she asks as she bites her lip. I immediately let go and I feel another large amount of pre-cum drip down my staff again making me blush slightly no one makes me as horny as she does.

Y/n’s POV

I jump up from my spot I roll off the bed dropping to my knees in front of him I take both my hands and intertwine them with his big warm hands. First I lick up the line of pre-cum that's made its way to his balls all the way back to his tip before sinking down till he hit the back of my throat. Vinnie lets out a gasp rocking his hips against my face pushing the rest of his cock down my throat a gag comes out as a result but I continue to bob my head and suck I pull my head off taking a breath or two before opening back up and taking him all the way till my nose is pushed against his naval. The prickly hair tickling my nose I let out a small giggle “Oh fuck what was that” Vinnie moans above me and he grabs the back of my head by my hair in a fist “I'm gonna fuck your throat baby are you ready?” I nod my head best I can with his thick and long cock stuffed in my throat and blocking my airway. He pulls back till his tip is almost out before thrusting back in a popping and gagging sound come from my throat and my eyes rolls to the back of my head. I never thought I would get so much pleasure from giving a man head in my life but something about his taste and the feeling of him stuffing my throat that I just can't get enough of. Once I spent a whole day just sucking his dick he came in my mouth and down my throat too many times to count I had a little stomach bulge after and it kinda looked like a food baby. I remember Vinnie asked if that meant I was technically carrying his children now I smile slightly at the memory but I'm brought back to reality when I hear him calling my name “oh fuckfuckfuck” he pushes his cock as far down my throat as possible “Shit Y/n fuck baby!” shooting a long, and hot load down my throat I grab his hips gargling my throat around his cock making him jump and try to pull away as he continues to cum down my throat. He succeeded in pulling out and the last little bit of cum landing on my tongue “mmmm Daddy you taste so good” I say licking my lips I use my finger to the the rest off my chin and off his tummy I look in his eyes at I take the finger and put in my mouth moaning at the taste again. “Fuck Princess you enjoy that way to much don't you think?” he laughs as he lays down on the bed “my balls hurt” he laughs I crawl back on top of him kissing his cheeks and finally his lips “you taste so good though Daddy, I just can't get enough of you.” I run my hands threw his hair “give me like 10 minutes and ill make you feel so good baby” he says as he kissed my neck I sit beside him rubbing his god like body (somebody said something about licking his biceps in the comments as I kinda like that idea so enjoy)

I run my hands over his shoulders and down his arms admiring his gorgeous skin I feel the need to worship him show him just how much of a slave for him I am he doesn't need to tell me I'm his slave, I already know I am and I'm gonna show him. “Mmm Daddy let me worship you” I whine as I began to kiss his chest and shoulders I run my hands up and down his toned stomach I began to kitten lick his hard muscles sucking little hickeys while I'm at it. “Fuck Princess what did you say” I start to kiss and lick his abs my hands rubbing his hard thighs pulling away I say “when I was at lunch with the girls I finally told them the truth about why I trust you so much they called me your sex slave.” I stop and begin to leave hickeys all over his hips and sex lines his hard cock brushing my cheeks and chin “I thought about it and I agree and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way” I lean down kissing his lips “oh princess I'm gonna make you more then just my sex slave” I sinister smile runs across his face and gleam appears in his eyes “I'm gonna make you my cumslut and your gonna beg for my cum....well everywhere if I have it my way.” he says looking in my eyes I feel a blush run on my cheeks and an excited shiver run down my back “you know you'll have it your way Daddy that my job right?” I say with a cute smile tilting my head trying to look innocent Vinnie let's put a dark chuckle “I can't wait to ruin you and really turn you into my cumslut” he pulls me down before flipping us over so he's on top “you won't be able to think about anything else except the way it feels for me to cum in your beautiful body” that sentence sent a violent shiver down my spine, I just got on birth control a little over 2 weeks ago but we haven't had raw sex quite yet mostly because we wanted to be sure the birth control is in full effect before taking the chance. (let's pretend you can't get pregnant on birth control at all lmao) I guess now is better than never “please Daddy make me your cum slut” I whine hooking my leg around his hip running my hands threw his hair.

Vinnie’s POV

My poor little bunny had no idea what she was doing to me as far as she's concerned these are just words flying out of her mouth but to me they are her words of true love and true trust. She trusts me enough to control her body and soon her mind, once she falls into the state of a cumslut I know she won't be able to control her body or her mind hopefully she feels relaxed in that state. The last thing I would want is for her to have a bad experience with me being the one in charge. I push my head into her neck running my staff between her slick lips a small moan falls from her lips “thank you, baby, I won't disappoint you I promise.” I kiss her lips once more before grabbing ahold of both of her legs pushing my spongy tip into her entrance the feeling completely different from when I have a condom on I let out a low gasp. Goosebumps pop up on my skin and a shiver runs down my spine as I pull out a light popping noise is made “UGH FUCK YOUR SO TIGHT” I let out a loud moan throwing my head back. I look back down seeing my sweet girl looking back up at me with wide innocent eyes and her mouth slightly open her hands hold tight onto my shoulders without even thinking I push inside of her both of us moaning as her wet walls fluttering around my dick about sending me into orbit I quickly bottom out letting out a grunt using my free hand to move her hair out of her face “F-fuck Daddy please I want you to use me” I began to jackhammer into her feeling her wall pulse around me her loud moans filling my ears as I pick up her legs pushing them into her shoulders feeling myself go further inside of her “Da-DADDY” I chuckle “what baby is there something you want” she whines and grinds her hips into me making me go even further if that's possible. “Daddy please cum inside of me I wanna feel it” Her little body was shivering, I feel my balls tighten so I began to rapidly pound inside of her “OH YESSS IM CUMMMING” she yells out thrusting her hips up. I grunt pushing as far into her as I can releasing deep inside of her, I look down to see her tense and shivering “you ok bunny,” I ask slightly worried “i-so um I-please” I look at her slightly confused “what baby?” I say with a little laugh I see her open her eyes a little before spreading her legs again “more please.” she whines out I drop my mouth open at my cute little whiney mess “oh princess you have no clue what you just did”

I have other things coming but should I make a part 2 to this

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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The Doctor Is Out

Stephen Strange x reader

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a/n: wrote this a while ago and its been sitting in my drafts. part 1/2

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Without opening your eyes, you stretched your stiffened body against the silk sheets and rolled over to face your husband.

“Good morning, dear.” You whispered through a yawn, which led into a smile. Stephen was already awake and reading one of the many books he kept at his bedside.

“And good morning to you, too.” He leaned over and gave you a kiss on the temple, letting your eyes flutter open. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’d say so.” You reluctantly sat up on your side of the bed, pushing the covers away. “Any plans for today?”

“Not in particular.” Stephen decided to get out of bed with you and get ready for the day, although he was in a gray jacket and blue jeans in the blink of an eye. “We don’t have very much to eat, I might go run out for lunch.”

“Lunch?” You asked as you pulled on a pair of pants.

“Yes, well, you seem to have gotten a late start on the day.” Your husband explained. “I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so content with your dreams.” You took Stephen’s wrist to take a look at the time.

“It’s half past eleven?” You stared in shock at your husband’s watch. “You just waited for me?” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but Stephen rarely ever let himself lag behind, it was truly sweet of him to keep you company while you drifted through the peace of your head, thoughts you’d already forgotten. “It seems the odds were in our favor when our paths first crossed, huh?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, my dear.” Stephen’s barely shaking hands cupped your face and right before he leaned in for a refreshing kiss to the lips, he whispered, “I’m not as great a man as you make me out to be.”

You hummed into the kiss he gave you and pulled back just a tad. “Oh, you’re right. You’re just the worst.” Sarcasm failed to escape you in moments like these, it was more entertaining than anything else in the eyes of your husband. “Now, I’m starving. Want to go to the deli around the block?”

“That’ll work. We should ask Wong if he’s hungry, too.”

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“You don’t have any money?” Stephen asked as the three of you walked through the Sanctum in a fixed line.

“Attachment to the material is detachment from the spiritual.” Wong’s wise words rung in your mind as you tried to figure out what he did before the two of you had moved in with him.

“I’ll tell the guys at the deli.” Stephen snarked. “Maybe they’ll make you a metaphysical ham on rye.”

“It’s fine, we’ll pay for your lunch.” You interjected after hearing enough of that. Somehow, the trip down the stairs was unsuccessful since your steps from only a few seconds ago were nothing but rubble. You fell to the floor as Stephen and Wong took defensive positions.

“Thanos is coming.” An unfamiliar voice spoke as you lay on the cold floor. Were you able to get up on your own? Probably, but that fall would definitely leave a mark. After a moment’s time of your lonely visit with the floor, your partner rushed over to you.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He crouched beside you and helped you back up, lightly brushing your cheek as he checked for any injuries.

“I think I’m okay.” You nodded. “Hit my head on the way down.” Peering over his shoulder while he checked your head for any bumps, you saw Dr. Bruce Banner crawl from the rubble. “Do I have a concussion or was it a gamma scientist that just crashed into the Sanctum?”

“Hi, I’m Doctor—” He waved just before you cut him off.

“I know who you are, Doctor Banner.” You replied with a smirk. “I’m Dr. L/N-Strange, specializing in neuroscience, but formerly gamma research.” Stephen smiled himself when he heard you say your name and just a little more when you described your profession. Maybe he was just proud to be near someone so accomplished.

“I don’t think you have a concussion.” A kiss on your forehead was the best medicine he could give, but you knew that it also meant he needed to get to work.

“‘Formerly gamma?’ Why’s that?” Bruce asked, somehow ignoring the big picture here. I mean, you were just happy to get some visitors, I suppose. You’d answer anything.

“For a while, they went hand-in-hand for me. You’d be surprised at what could be accomplished when you put them together...” You explained, Stephen patiently listening beside you.

“But?” Bruce pried a little more.

“But then I heard about your little ‘accident,’ decided to take a break just in case. Refocus my research.” You felt your partner’s hand rest on your shoulder and slide down your arm as you watched Dr. Banner’s guilty expression surface. It wasn’t your intention to offend, you were just obliging to his curiosity.

“As much as I love hearing you talk about your career, darling,” Stephen finally stepped in, “I think we need to talk about the threat to our planet?”

“I was wondering when you’d stop me.” You chuckled. “That’s alright, I’ll just go pick up lunch for you three. Dr. Banner, do you like sandwiches?”

“I...yes? I guess so. Turkey and swiss is...I haven’t had that in a while.” He stammered, leaving you to peer over at your husband and have him give you a near-identical look. Sometimes, the two of you just thought that same exact things, no words needed.

“Will you two stop doing that weird thing where you stare at each other in silence? We have work to do!” Wong interrupted and you decided it was about time to head out.

“Love you, Stephen.” You said with an amused shake of your head, giving him a quick peck in the lips.

“Love you, too. Don’t be too long if you can help it, Dr. Banner seems to have a pretty good idea of dangers to come.” He told you as his cloak gave you a quick pat on the arm. You didn’t know whether to say goodbye to his outerwear, as well.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You winked and pat the red cloak back, heading for the door that your bag was hung beside. Now was the time for a walk to clear your mind, no “Thanos” or whatever the hell that was. Just the music to your ears that was Bleeker Street traffic and insufferable pedestrians. You just kept your eyes front and went on walking, you’d walk straight through crowds if you had to.

A few block’s worth of steps and you’d reached the deli that was so dear to your husband, now it was time to wait in line, a pretty long one, nonetheless. Maybe it was time to shoot Stephen a text.

Just made it to the deli ;) Anything I should be worried about out here?

Tony Stark is here. Outlook not so good.

Did you just magic 8-ball me?

“Dude, are you texting right now?” Tony asked in disbelief of the wizard looking down at his phone. It wasn’t very typical of him to check it in times like these, but you had a specific ringtone. Once he hears that ringtone, he replies. No matter what.

“I always answer my s/o.” He cleared his throat and stashed his phone away.

“At least we have something in common.”

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The line at the deli took so long that you got caught in the crossfire of an alien attack. Was it unbelievably amazing? Of course. Was it one of the most terrifying days of your life? You bet.

You could no longer get ahold of your husband and you soon knew why when he flew overhead in an attempt of offense. You’re guessing that these people were looking for the Time Stone.

Desperately hoping for one of your wizard “pals” to come and save you, maybe have you fall through a portal and back into Sanctum, you just hid in an alley. This may be one of the lows in your life, but you’d see worse days soon enough.

And the invasion was over just like that. You, like many other New Yorkers, stepped from the crevices of the streets to witness the damage firsthand.

“Uh, Dr. L/N!” That same voice from earlier spoke, causing you to swivel your head and see Bruce waving you down. Since he was the first person you recognized out here, it’d be best for you to head his way. It was a maze of cars, bricks, and broken glass before you’d made it over to him.

“Where’s Stephen? Or Wong? Tony Stark?” You bombarded him as if he weren’t stressed enough, but scientists always wanted answers. He knew that from experience.

“The aliens have your husband.” A line you never thought you’d have to hear. This better be a sick dream. “Wong said he was going back to the ‘Sanctum’ to protect it, and Tony is also with the aliens.”

“At least my husband has backup.” You sighed with a slight hint of relief, but your stomach was still turning just thinking about what they might do to Stephen. If they wanted that Stone, they’d do whatever they could to get it. Stephen was as smart as he was stubborn, it’d take a lot to get him to hand it over.

“Are you going back home?” He asked as he snagged a phone from the rubble.

“I figure you have a plan, I’m coming with you.” You watched him freeze for a moment with a name on the phone highlighted. “Trying to reassemble the Avengers, huh?”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, it’s going to be dangerous.” Way to state the obvious. You didn’t know if you could handle it, but...

“I have to get my husband back, I can’t just wait around.” You wouldn’t back down, but it was a little comforting to have someone backing him up. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to put myself to good use.”

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It has been...twenty days since the disappearance of several Earth-based heroes. Among them was Spider-Man, Tony Stark, and your husband. But today was the day you’d know the truth.

Half the population had vanished into thin air. It was hard to tell if anyone had survived the trip to space. You’d been staring out the window all day, just trying to spot the cosmic wonder that was “Captain Marvel.” If anyone could find them, it was her.

Just as you were about to nod off, a bright glare intruded in the sky.

“Guy? Guys! She’s back!” Everyone had been on edge today, so they were ready to dash outside. Your heart was beating out of your chest, this was the moment of truth.

Carol landed a beat-up spaceship onto the open field and out stumbled Tony Stark and what looked to be an alien. You stared at the ship’s door, waiting for one more person. Just one more.

Everyone was staring at you now, waiting for you to realize that your husband wasn’t in there. Once Tony caught sight of you, he pieced together who you were.

“You must be the wizard’s s/o?” He leaned against his fiancée and Captain America, struggling to look you in the eye. “He wanted me to give you a message. Uh...sorry, I’m going blank, rough ride.” He rubbed his forehead as you stood there in tears. “‘This will make sense later.’ Oh, and he loves you.”

“I...” Everyone was still looking at you with pity in their eyes. Yes, they all lost people, but you were still clinging onto hope. All of your optimism had been destroyed in these past few moments, you didn’t even know how you were supposed to take this. “I need a minute. I’m sorry.” You stormed off into the guest bedroom of Avengers HQ, leaving everyone around you worried. You didn’t know them long, but it was easy to bond through a trauma like this.

“Y/N?” Bruce knocked on the door. “Got a minute?”

“Sure.” You reluctantly answered and Bruce let himself in.

“I brought you carrots.” He offered the bowl. “It was all we had in the fridge, sorry.”

“We have to find Thanos.” You grumbled though tears. “I won’t give up until we fix what he did.” Bruce stayed silent out of fear, he knew what could happen to someone in mourning. People can get...crazy.

“We’ll do the best we can. We’re working on it.” Bruce explained as he set the food down on your end table.

“Take me with you. I have to be there this time.” You were in no way qualified to face an intergalactic being capable of that much destruction.

“Y/N, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” He shyly countered you, using this calm tone was an exercise he learned during “anger management,” maybe it could help.

“I wasn’t asking.”

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bridgyrose · 3 years

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Tyrian successfully kidnaps Ruby in Volume 4. The next time she's seen, JOYR encounters her houndified and under Salem's commaned in V8

Tyrian threw Ruby to the ground in front of Salem, grinning and laughing. “I’ve brought her to you, just like you asked.”

Salem stood up and walked over to Ruby, frowning when she noticed a wound oozing purple venom on her side. “I thought I told you I needed her alive.”

“A-and she is alive! But that Qrow showed up and she got in the way. But dont worry, that little birdy is going to be gone.”

“And so will she, thanks to you.” Salem sighed and started walking off. “Hazel, bring her to my chambers for me. I need to prepare for her.”

Hazel paused for a moment and looked towards the girl, hearing her groans of pain. “We… arent going to kill her?”

“No, we’re not. I wanted to use her to help keep young Cinder under control, but seeing as she’s already on her way to leaving this world, I need to act now if I want to make sure she’s… usable.”

Hazel nodded and picked Ruby up, making sure to be careful with her wound. “Yes, Salem.”

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Yang growled as she slammed her fist into another sabyr. It had been months since she had last seen Ruby, and seeing that whale up in the sky was just taunting her. Even now, Ruby could be so close, but was still so far away.

“Yang! Watch out!”

Yang turned around at the sound of Jaune’s voice, just in time to slam another grimm to the ground. Once she was certain the grimm was gone, she focused her gaze back to the whale in the sky.

Ren put away his weapons and sighed. “We should get moving again.”

Jaune nodded, putting his own sword and shield away. “Ren’s right. We still have a few more homes to get to and then we need to get everyone to the crater-”

“This is all just a waste of time.”

Jaune sighed and looked over to Yang, her eyes still red from what he told her a few weeks back. “I know you think that, but we have to look at the bigger picture-”

“My sister is still out there and its all your fault she isnt here!” Yang turned to glare at Jaune, pointing to the whale. “For all we know, she could be right there, on that whale! We should be going in and helping her-”

“And then what? We get up there, and then what? If you havent noticed, Salem’s here. Ironwood is no longer giving us any assistance, and we still dont have a way up into that thing yet.” Jaune slowly walked over to Yang, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I want to rescue her too, but right now, I dont think we can.”

Yang pushed Jaune away and started heading back to her hoverbike. “Then I’ll go save her myself.”

“But that’s not a-”

Jaune was immediately cut off by the sound of a loud howl from behind.

Oscar paused as he brought his cane to the ready, looking around. “What… was that?”

Jaune readied his shield, keeping his eyes peeled. “I’m not sure but we need to-”

A large, hound like grimm rushed into him, slamming him into a nearby building. In a split second, the grimm doubled around and rushed straight at Oscar. Yang rushed in the way and slammed her fist into it, getting pushed back as the strange grimm veered off course, slamming into a building.

Yang stayed in front of Oscar, eyeing the grimm. “I wont let another teammate-” she stopped mid sentence as the dust cleared, dropping her guard as she stared at the grimm. “N-no…”

As the dust settled, the grimm started walking closer, pieces of it oozing back into place around the body inside of it. Blank, silver eyes stared back at Yang as a familiar voice grumbled through. “G-give me… the boy…”

Jaune and Ren both froze as they heard the voice, finally seeing the grimm itself starting to reform, catching a glimpse of black hair before it disappeared into the ooze. Jaune slowly put his shield back up, still shaken. “Did… did that grimm just talk?”

“That’s not a grimm.” Yang’s eyes went back to their normal lilac as she slowly walked up to the grimm. “Ruby? Is that you?”

The grimm stared at Yang for a moment before switching it’s gaze back to Oscar. It started running at him once again, pushing Yang over and slamming into Oscar, knocking him down and throwing him about until his aura broke.

Yang, Jaune, and Ren could only watch, still not quite believing what they were seeing. For weeks, they had assumed the worst, and here Ruby was, no more than a grimm. Yang was the first to act again, rushing to the grimm to save Oscar. She was not about to let another teammate get taken away from her.

The grimm picked Oscar up and held him up in front of it. It snarled as it watched Yang stop mid punch, using an open hand to slam Yang away again. “Boy… mine…” The grimm started howling in pain as two wings shot out from it’s back.

Jaune started running after the grimm as it started flying into the air, using his sword to swipe at it’s foot. The grimm howled as the sword got stuck, giving Jaune a brief moment to grab ahold just before dropping back down to the ground. He looked up, watching the grimm fly off. “Oscar!”

Yang quickly rushed to one of the hoverbikes, glaring at the grimm and chasing after it. She was not going to let her sister slip away again.

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #yang xiao long #jaune arc #lie ren #drabbles #tw grimmification #grimmification #angsty drabbles #angst

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allfandomxreader · 4 years

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During // Till Death Do Us Part

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You always knew marriage was never easy, you’ve heard that all your life. But this doesn’t feel like a marriage anymore, and hasn’t for a long time.

Warnings: Major angst and alluded depression

Words: 2.9k

A/N: I don’t know what I was on but in the last part I said Aiden was four… He’s definitely six. (I went back and edited that for new readers) Also!! Imagining Tom on FaceTime with the kids in this gif made me soft™

Part: 3/5

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Not my gif, and as always, feedback loved and appreciated :)

The silence that fills the kitchen is deafening. Neither of you can look at one another, your statement still fresh in the air. You can’t ignore the heaviness you’ve been carrying any longer. It creeps off your shoulders and into the living room, it fills the whole house. You wonder if he can feel it too.

As any other couple, you’ve had your fair share of arguments over the years. Almost always they were stupid; someone said something that hurt the other’s feelings or one of you forgot to wash the dishes or lock the door.

There were very few times that you yelled at each other, and those were always the worst fights. The kind where you’re at each other’s throats, tossing blame back in forth for so long you don’t even remember whose fault it was in the first place, if there was even a fault at all. The kind where you’d scream and sometimes cry, where he’d pull his hair in frustration and raise his voice even more. But they were always fixable.

This one was different. You said the worst thing you possibly could, out of pain and anger or even as a threat, you can’t really tell. Nevertheless, Tom went along with it silently. He didn’t try to talk you out of it or say that you could work through this.

Nobody ever goes into marriage prepared for a divorce. You marry because you see yourself spending the rest of your life with someone you love, someone you can’t bear to live without. That’s exactly who Tom was. Maybe he didn’t see you in the same way anymore.

You think of the paper stashed in the wedding album upstairs. You don’t need it in front of you to know what exactly what’s written. The final line has always been your favorite part, “I promise I’ll love you forever. Even after my heart stops beating, know it still belongs to you.” You know those vows remain truthful, even now. You’ll love him forever, even if papers get signed and the two of you part ways, even when fifty years has passed, you’ll still love Tom with all of your being.

You’re torn at this thought. Divorce wouldn’t make much sense then if it causes so much pain, if you’re still this infatuated with your partner. You know that in the end, when the divorce gets finalized, you’ll never the same, you’ll never be able to love another the way you do him. Another person wouldn’t mean half as much to you as Tom does. But you also know that if you stay, if you keep pretending, you will lose every piece of yourself. You wonder if being in love with Tom is scarier than not loving him at all.

You can’t help but stare at the rings adorning your finger. The jewels glisten in the kitchen light, capturing all your attention. You often did this when they were first placed there, it never felt real that you married Tom, almost like a dream. You never thought a time would come where you’d take them off indefinitely.

Tom clears his throat suddenly. He twists the gold band on his finger, unsure of what to say, unsure of what comes next. “What uh—” he coughs, choking back tears. “Do we tell the kids?” He looks at you then, trying to read you only to find that it’s impossible. Your eyes are distant when you look back.

“I’ll tell them you’re filming,” You say finally, “they’re used to you being gone, they won’t know the difference.” Your statement hurts despite it being nothing but truthful. Has he really been gone for so long?

“Right,” He sighs. He doesn’t know how, but he finds the strength to stand. “I guess we’ll be in touch.” He waits for a moment, to see if you’ll follow his actions, to see if you reach for his hand and refuse to let go. But you don’t budge, you remain frozen in your chair, even as he reaches the front door.

You thought he’d take the heaviness with him. As if he could pack it into his suitcase and roll it out the door. But when he leaves, it becomes unbearable. You collapse under weight of his absence, finally facing what you’ve been hiding from for so long.

Goodbyes have been common throughout your life with him, each one getting progressively worse than the time before. You’d always hold him close, he’d promise it’d only be a short while until his return. And then, he’d board the plane and call you once he landed. You wish you would’ve kissed him a little longer back then, held him a little tighter. This time, there is no promise, there’s no kiss goodbye or a final ‘I love you’. He’s just gone. You know he’s never coming back to you.

It only gets harder as the days pass. Charlie and Aiden still call him at their usual time, and to your surprise, he answers every night. You try your best to stay out of the frame, mainly for yourself. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, you fear that the façade you’ve built will crumble the second you see him. You almost break each time you just hear his voice.

He sounds tired, his voice is strained. It’s not something the kids pick up on, something only you could know after spending so many years with him. You try to convince yourself that very few people have learned how to decode him by the way he speaks. Then again, maybe it’s just how he sounds these days. You can’t be sure.

Even though you’ve dodged as many FaceTime encounters as humanly possible, it’s still hard trying to avoid him. Living in the same house that’s full of his belongings, you see him everywhere. In his tea mug on the top shelf, his shoes still kicked by the front door. His clothes that hang in the closet, scent still fresh. It’s nauseating, it’s unbearable.

It’s been two weeks and Tom hasn’t seen you. He hasn’t your voice except for at night when you tell the kids it’s time for bed. He’s falling apart, unravelling at the seams.

He sits in his hotel room in silence, staring out the window. It’s only a few miles from where he calls home. He tries to spot the house in the distance, even though trees and buildings shield his view. He thinks of how easy it would be to reach you. He’d take a few right turns and drive straight to you. But he can’t bring himself to even grab the keys.

Harrison sits at the end of the bed, filling the room with the typing on his laptop. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have the words to say, he doesn’t know how to help his best friend. All he knows for sure is that Tom can’t be alone.

Tom moves towards his phone when it rings. There’s a brightness that returns to Tom’s eyes when he reads your name, a tinge of hope courses through his body. It’s an odd hour for you to be calling. He thinks it could Charlie or Aiden, that maybe they got ahold of your phone, but dismisses the idea when he remembers they’re in school.

“Hey, are you at the hotel?” His stomach erupts with butterflies, the kind he had when the two of you first started dating. “This is it” He thinks, “She’ll come over and we’ll sort everything out. We won’t need to end this. There’s still a chance.”

“Y-yeah,” He chokes out, clutching the cell closer to his ear, memorizing the way you sound. It’s been too long.

“Okay, great,” He notes that you’re just getting off work, he can hear you opening and closing the door to your car. He almost celebrates remembering your schedule, but quickly realizes that it’s been the same for years. “Sorry—”

“Don’t apologize,” He says softly. It occours to him, he doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for. Either way, you’re the last person that needs to. He can’t help but feel responsible, that you’re in this situation because of him.

“Right. Anyways, I’m having someone come with the papers, I can’t serve them to you myself.” He gulps, swallowing what he swore were butterflies but now they feel more like bees. No matter what they are, they drop dead one by one as you keep speaking. “I just didn’t want to do it while you were in public and bring attention to it for your sake.”

Even in the end, you’re still looking out for him. Putting the needs of his career before your own, making sure he was still a priority. Tom wishes never stopped making you his.

He hangs up after you say a soft farewell, dropping the phone to the floor. His eyes meet Harrison’s, already glossing with tears. “It’s over,” Tom whispers as Harrison crosses the room, wrapping Tom into his arms. “My marriage is over.”

It’s been hard for Tom to wake up in the mornings for almost a month straight, it’s even harder today. He forces himself to get out of bed. His eyes burn from lack of sleep and his back is stiff from the uncomfortable hotel mattress. He reaches for the nice dress pants and button up shirt Harrison bought for him a few days prior. Tom couldn’t bring himself to return home to grab more of his things.

He gets ready in a daze, going through his routine by pure muscle memory. He doesn’t feel like himself these days, he hasn’t felt like himself since he sat across from you in the kitchen. He wants to crawl back into bed even though he knows sleep won’t come. He wants to stay within the dark four walls and never leave again. But he also knows that this is not the day.

Of course, you’re already seated when Tom enters the office. He isn’t late, he’s actually a few minutes early, and yet, he feels like he’s let you down again. That seems to be what he’s best at lately.

“Good morning, Mr. Holland,” Thaddeus begins. Tom can’t remember the lawyer’s last name for the life of him, all he knows is Thaddeus has a reputation for getting divorces finalized as quick as possible. Is that what it’s come to? Ten years of marriage, of memories, of love, just to be thrown away in the few short months to follow? “Ms. Y/L/N,” Tom flinches then, he hasn’t heard anyone call you that in what feels like a lifetime.

You introduced yourself that morning with your maiden name. You figured you’d go back to it soon enough, might as well start getting used to it. And even though it’s the name you spent most of your life with, it feels so foreign, so unpleasant on the tongue.

“I wish we could meet on better circumstances,” Thaddeus continues, taking a seat after shaking Tom’s hand.

Tom listens but doesn’t retain much. He’s overwhelmed by the situation entirely. He doesn’t know what went wrong for the two of you to end up here, side by side ready to end it all. He doesn’t know why you chose to introduce yourself with any other last name but his.

He sneaks a glance your way. Your head nods along with whatever the lawyer says, your hands folded in your lap. He doesn’t know how you do it, how you sit there so elegantly and poised while he’s breaking, barely held together by a string.

“Usually, when there’s children involved, they’ll stay with the mother for the weeks,” Thaddeus gestures your way, “And every other weekend they’ll go with the father.” He nods towards Tom. “Have the two of you talked about custody? We can hold a hearing but it’s usually better for the parents to decide on their own.”

“We haven’t talked about it,” You say softly, almost sadly, “I just assumed I would have them since that’s how it’s been.” You look almost guilty when you meet Tom’s eyes.

“Are you okay with that, Tom?” Both sets of eyes land on Tom, each expecting an answer.

“Yes.” He answers, avoiding their looks and focusing his gaze to the cup of pens on the desk.

“I want to make it clear that Tom can see them whenever he wants. I’m not trying to keep them away from him. Whenever he comes back from filming or if he wants to see them for a random weekend he can. If you needed that in writing,” You explain. “You’re an extraordinary dad, Tom. The best they could have.”

You say it with honesty, you’ve never doubted Tom’s fathering abilities, but you want to make sure he truly knows you believe that. That you didn’t entirely mean they were just yourkids, the way you made it sound almost a month ago while arguing.

“In cases like your own, most of this can be discussed individually.” Thaddeus continues and speaks for another hour. Tom should’ve been listening to the entire conversation, but he only focuses on the important parts and talks when necessary.

When the meeting comes to a close, you stand, giving a tight smile to the lawyer and leaving the room without a second glance at Tom. He’s never felt so alone in his entire life, he always had you by his side, you were always there when he needed you most. He wonders how many times you needed him and he was nowhere to be found.

Maybe this was a long time coming, inevitable. Maybe he deserves to feel this way, he decides he does and quickly excuses himself from Thaddeus’ presence.

Tom can breathe again once he’s locked himself in the bathroom. His grips the cold sink in efforts to stop his hands from shaking. He lets himself cry, as if he hasn’t been doing just that for weeks. This time, the tears don’t seem to stop. They keep coming as he slides down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. He tries his best to quiet the sobs with his hand, he didn’t want the whole building to hear the breaking of his heart.

When he wills himself to stand, he splashes his face with water, trying his best to clean himself up. There’s no use when he finally stares at his reflection. It’s the worst he’s ever seen. His eyes are brimmed red and sunken in, dark circles clear as day. He can’t even look at himself.

He beelines towards his car that’s parked on the side of the road. He tries his best to unlock it with ease, but the keys drop to the cement from his shaking hands. Tom takes a moment to collect his breath, to try and calm down as he grabs them from the ground.

When he stands, his eyes land on you. Even from across the street you captivate him. You sit in the driver’s seat, shoulders wracking with your own sobs. Your head is in your hands, shielding yourself from the world. You’re breaking just as much as he is.

Every part of Tom wants to turn to you, to fold you in his arms and vow to never make you hurt this way again. But he stands frozen in place. He doesn’t know how to fix this or even if he could. Most importantly, he doesn’t know if you want him to.

In an instant, he watches as you pull yourself together. You inhale sharply and then deflate. You wipe away your running mascara and tears. You practice forced smiles in the rearview mirror, and suddenly, sadness doesn’t leave a trace on your features. You’re back to the strong woman who sat beside him half an hour ago. You’ve made hiding your pain into an art form.

Tom doesn’t know how long you’ve had to do this, to feel this broken and alone. To pick up your pieces and put yourself back together again, for the kids, for the people around you. If he’s had to do it for only a month, he can’t imagine how long you have. He assumes much longer than necessary, and he hates himself for it.

Tom paces the hotel room for hours when he returns. He thinks of Charlie, he thinks of Aiden. He thinks of you. He can’t stop thinking about you. It’s here when it dawns on him. It wasn’t you who stopped fighting for him. He was, he stopped fighting entirely. You had just given up, something the two of you promised to never do. It was his turn to fight, or rather, to start. Then maybe, this or something here could be salvaged.

By now, it’s seven o’clock. He finds himself staring at the phone. You’ve always called at seven, it’s been that way for years. It’s the hour before the children’s bedtime. In the past, he’d read to them or talk about their day. Sometimes he’d watch Charlie practice for her dance recital or listen to Aiden talk about his homework. Some nights, he’d just sit there and watch them brush their teeth.

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s read to them over the phone. He hasn’t even bought new books the way he used to just for them to hear something different while he was away.

He looks out the window again. He tries to spot the house in the distance, even though trees and buildings still shield the view. He knows just how easy it would be to reach you. He knows the two right turns and then to drive North for a few miles. This time, he grabs the keys.

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mistake ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2024

request?: yes!

@colsondaddybakerxx “okay can you do one where they were dating for almost 5 ish years but then Kells made a huge mistake and cheated and instead of him admitting he was wrong he got with another artist (anyone Idm) and y/n was so heart broken about it but after a couple months Kells realized he was wrong and was trying to win her back? ? (Fluffy ending tho pls)🥺”

description: after making the worst mistake of his life, colson tries to win back the love of his life

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, cheating

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i’m using sommer ray but know that this isn’t hate or anything towards her, i don’t really know much about her besides the fact that she’s dating colson she was just the first person i thought of where she’s his current girlfriend

Five years. That’s how long we were together: five years. Most couples had gotten engaged in that time, or even gotten married. Some had kids, or were considering having kids. In five years, most couples were preparing for a future together.

Not me and Colson. After five years, Colson was throwing away our entire relationship.

At first, I thought it was another bullshit, drama baiting article using pictures Colson himself had taken and posted on Instagram. It had happened at least twice so far in the year, and twice the year before. Colson had plenty of female friends, which meant the press had a field day whenever he even looked their way.

But then I saw the paparazzi photos.

They must not have known there was anyone taking any pictures or else they would’ve been more discreet. Or maybe not, maybe they wanted to be caught.

They were kissing, Colson’s hands were on her ass, and she was leaning into him as if to get as close to him as she possibly could.

I didn’t call him. I didn’t send him the link to the article, I didn’t even text him. I packed my things, called my best friend, and went to stay with her. The minute I got there, I blocked his number and all of his social media accounts.

That was months ago. The first month after I spent most my time crying or just generally struggling with it all. The second month, my best friend helped me find a new apartment. By the third month, the pain was still there, but I had moved on the best I could.

That was, until the familiar blonde hair and blue eyes walked into the café I worked at.

I desperately looked over my shoulder to find a coworker to serve him instead, but everyone else was either busy or on break.

“What do you want?” I hissed under my breath so none of my coworkers heard me.

“I want to talk to you,” he responded. “You blocked me everywhere, I didn’t know how else to get ahold of you.”

“I wonder why. Maybe it’s because you fucking cheated on me after five goddamn years together.”

Colson grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

I scoffed. “You’re sorry?! Colson, this is so far past sorry that sorry is like a fucking insult.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm myself down. “Please leave Colson.”

“Not until you talk to me.”

I eyed the growing line behind him. I sighed heavily. “If I say yes, will you leave?” He nodded. I rolled my eyes and replied, “Fine. I get off work at five, meet me outside of the café and we can go for a walk or something.”

“I can’t meet you at your apartment or something?”

I glared at him. “Don’t push it. Get the fuck out.”

He nodded and walked out. I watched him go, my anger rising. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down, before plastering a fake smile on my face and calling forward the next person.

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I wanted the time to go slow so that I didn’t have to face him just yet, but of course that’s not how things work. When Colson had left, I had nearly four hours left of my shift. I continued to serve customers, and it felt like only a few minutes passed. I was shocked when the girl taking over for me touched my shoulder and told me I was good to go.

And of course, there he was. I could see him before I even walked out of the door. I dreaded having to go out there and talk to him, but I knew if I didn’t he would just keep coming and bothering me.

He was smoking a joint when I walked out. “You shouldn’t be doing that, you can get in trouble.”

He jumped and turned to look at me. Those beautiful blue eyes that I loved so much looked down into mine, and I had to look away. My heart was beginning to flutter the way it had whenever he used to look at me before, but I knew I couldn’t let it. Not after what he did to me, not after I finally got over him.

“You have however long it takes for us to walk around the block,” I told him. “But just know that just because I’m letting you explain doesn’t mean that I’m going to forgive you.”

I started walking before he could digest what I had said. Colson took two long strides to try and catch up with me.

“I understand, and I totally deserve that. I hurt you so bad and I hate myself for doing that - ” he started to say.

I put a hand up to cut him off. “I don’t want to hear any of that shit. Just answer some questions for me.” He nodded, but stayed silent. “Who was she?”

“Sommer Ray.”

I sighed and pinched my nose again, this time to keep from crying.

Of course, Sommer. I knew who she was. She and Colson had become friends around the beginning of the year. I had met her once at a party at Colson’s house. She seemed really nice, but I also knew she was the most beautiful girl I had ever met, and she was very flirty, despite being in a relationship at the time.

“How...how long?” I asked, although I knew that the answer was going to break my heart even more.

“Just that one night,” he responded. “We met up while I was on tour and went out for a few drinks. One thing led to another, and next thing I knew I was...waking up in her bed.”

I nodded, unable to speak. Part of me wasn’t sure if I believed him. Why would I? He hadn’t exactly given me any reason to considering he cheated on me in the first place.

“I didn’t see any of the articles until I got home,” he continued when I didn’t say anything. “You weren’t answering any of my texts or calls, I got really worried so I came home early. When I walked through the door and saw all your stuff was gone, I just...I collapsed onto the floor. I cried for hours, I couldn’t see straight, I couldn’t even breathe. I knew you found out, but it wasn’t until one of the boys sent me the numerous articles about Sommer and I being caught that I realized you found out in the worst way possible.”

“Finding out I was cheated on in any way is the worst way possible,” I pointed out. “I just...I can’t believe you did it. Did our relationship mean nothing?”

Colson stopped then, causing me to stop and turn back to look at him. “Of course it meant so much to me, it still does. I love you so much, (Y/N), you’re the love of my life.”

“If I’m the love of your life you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” I snapped.

“I was drunk!” Colson argued, suddenly raising his voice.

I raised an eyebrow at him and stepped forward so I was in his face. He nearly stepped back, realizing what he had done wrong.

“First off,” I started, “being drunk is not an excuse. You’ve been drunk so many times before and you’ve never done this to me. Not that I know of, but now that I’m thinking about it maybe you have and this is the first time you’ve been caught.”

“It was the only time - ”

“Don’t fucking cut me off!” I snapped. “Also, don’t raise your voice at me. You don’t get to be mad right now Colson. You aren’t the one who was fucking cheated on! I waited for you, constantly, in that big empty house whenever you went on tour. I waited when you recorded yet another album despite telling me you were going to take time off for us, and for Casie. I waited through constant cheating rumors because you were hanging out with fucking Noah and Demi and Chantel and Ashley and whoever the fuck else you were supposedly linked to since we started dating. And I never once considered leaving you, or cheating on you, because I fucking love you Colson. You were the love of my life, you were the person I wanted to marry and have a family with. And you decided one night that what? I wasn’t enough? That you were tired of not being able to take me on tour? That you were just done with our relationship? And you threw away a five year relationship for a girl you met months ago!”

Tears were forming in Colson’s eyes. He looked away from me, trying to hide them no doubt. “That’s not what it was at all.”

I sighed again, shaking my head. “I don’t care what it was Colson. The fact that you did it at all pisses me the fuck off, and it pisses me off more that you think you can come around my place of work and harass me into listening to your shitty apology for it!”

Colson shook his head and turned to start walking away. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, leaning against a nearby wall. This was a waste of time, all it did was break my own yet again. I was finally getting over the heartbreak and he just had to come back into my life like that.

I was getting ready to walk back to the café and to get in my car when I suddenly felt someone grab my face and pull me to them, kissing me deeply.

I raised a hand at first to hit Colson. I was ready to shove him into traffic and cuss him out and hope he got hit by a fucking car. But something in me stopped me from doing it. I guess it was just the fact that I was so familiar with this feeling - his soft lips on mine, his calloused fingers holding my face - but I melted into the kiss without meaning to. I ran my raised hand through his hair, tangling his longer locks around my fingers, yet another familiar feeling.

At some point, my common sense kicked in and I pulled away from Colson, backing away from him and shoving both hands into my pockets. I couldn’t meet his eye. I didn’t even really know what to do.

“I’m not giving up on us that easily,” Colson told me. “I did fuck up, and I know that our relationship will never truly recover from this, and I don’t expect it to. But I’m not letting the best thing that ever happened to me get away. Even if I have to start all over from the start to win you back, I will try my best. I’ll do anything, (Y/N).”

I looked up at him. His face was so serious, so sincere. I blinked back any tears that were forming in my eyes.

I knew I should’ve said no. I knew I couldn’t let him back in that easily, not after what he did to me. But at the same time, I meant what I said; Colson was my soulmate. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone in my life. He broke my heart, in fact he shattered it into a million pieces, but at the same time I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

I couldn't stop the smile that started to form on my face as I told him, “Okay, I’m willing to try and start over, but you have to be patient with me. You’re not going to fix everything within a few months, or even a year.”

He nodded. “I know, I understand, and I mean it when I say I’ll wait as long as possible if it means I don’t lose you completely.”

Lamely, I extended a hand to Colson. “You, sir, have a deal.”

He laughed at my lame attempt to lighten the mood, but shook my hand anyways.

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xxisxxisxxis · 3 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Three [Pt. 1]

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A/N: There's 2 parts to this chapter because the post was way long. Part Eighty-Four will be posted tomorrow night. I love yall and hope you enjoy, goodnight!!

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"The ambulance is on the way." I hear someone say over the noise of the running water and the blood throbbing in my ears from my mind racing.

My heart feels like it's about to burst, my lungs feel flat, like they don't have the muscle to expand and let me catch my breath.

Duff's t-shirt that I'm wearing is soaked with freezing cold water, Nikki's grayish-yellow skin now blue…

We've been trying to get him to wake up.

Slash is passed out, being knocked out by his girlfriend, Sally, once he realized what was happening and had a drunk meltdown.

Me, Sally, Duff and Steven get Nikki from the cold shower and get him back in the living room floor, tearing at his shirt and the buttons fly off.

"Holy shit." Steven says just under his breath as I go to start cpr but I'm stopping when my hands hit something like ice.

I quickly see what it is and I nearly fall back.

It's my crucifix that I thought I had lost when I left it in Duff's hotel room a couple months ago…

TWELVE HOURS AGO

"Nikki's getting home later than the rest of the guys." Karen informs me as I finish wiping down the kitchen counter.

"Why?" I ask and she sighs.

"He told me he missed the flight."

"Of course he did." I mumble and she sighs.

"Well, after that stunt he pulled, I'm surprised he's even getting to come home." She states and I furrow my brows.

"What stunt?"

"Doc didn't tell you?"

"No?"

"...Nikki and the guys were on a bullet train and something riled Nikki up and he threw a bottle of Jack at a window and it busted and got all over the passengers, then when they got stopped and the cops got ahold of him, Tommy punched one of them so they'd take him, too." She explains.

Am I surprised, no. Shocked, no. Disappointed, no. Annoyed? Yes.

"They are so freaking embarrassing." I sneer to myself.

"Oh, the worst part is what he told the police chief, in Doc's words, 'if my balls were on your chin, where would my dick be?'"

I widen my eyes, blinking slowly.

"He said the man couldn't understand exactly what he said so the translator told him Nikki said he was very sorry and they got off." She adds.

"Of course they did."

She just looks at me for a moment before letting out a soft breath.

"Vivian, do you think...even the slightest chance you two can--"

"--If there was a chance, I would've gone to Japan with them." I tell her.

She's quiet.

"I need to feed the dog." I say to her, dismissively, and as if on cue, Whisky is darting in here. "Hey, baby!" I pipe, excitedly, still feeling Karen's gaze on me before she steps out of the kitchen. "Mommy's trying not to kill Daddy." I tell him, pouring his food in his bowl. "She's really trying."

A couple hours later, I'm putting makeup on to go meet Duff when the phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I answer it in the bedroom, sitting on the bed.

"Hey, beautiful, it's Robbin." I hear from the other side and I roll my eyes, chuckling.

"Hey, beautiful, what's up?" I reply in the same tone.

"Nothin'." He replies. "I was wondering if your daddy was home, yet?" He asks in reference to Nikki and I scoff.

"My father is at home with my mother, probably praying or reading the Bible or secretly listening to The Cult records in the garage." I reply.

"You know who I'm talking about, c'mon." He laughs.

"No, Robbin, your boyfriend isn't home yet." I tell him.

"Do you know when he will be?"

"Not too long from now, probably."

"Well, when he gets in, tell him to gimme a call."

"I might not be here but I'll leave a note."

"Where you going?" He asks.

"Out."

"With who?"

"Robbin."

"Why don't you ever come see me anymore? I haven't hung out with you in months."

"Because I don't party and that's all you like to do at night."

"Well, bring your ass with Sixx when he comes tonight."

"Robbin--"

"--Please, for me?"

"I'll think about it, alright?"

"Okay, just don't forget to get him to call me." He reminds me and I nod.

"I will."

"See you later...maybe."

"Later."

We hang up and I groan and fall back on the bed, looking at myself in the mirrored ceiling, before calling Duff to postpone our plans by a couple hours so I can go hangout with Nikki and Robbin.

Once I'm dressed, I fall back on the bed, waiting for Nikki to get in…

I turn over on my stomach and reach for the little radio clock on his side of the bed, my finger pulling the switch on.

Dopey Christmas music filters through the room and I turn it back off, sighing.

Whisky jumps up on the bed with me and I sit up so he doesn't lick my makeup off, giggling at his happy-go-lucky demeanor, but something's off in his eyes.

"He'll be back tonight, baby." I promise, scratching at his chin. "I miss him, too, you know? I know that's hard to believe but I do." I admit to him and he blinks at me. "And if you tell anybody, I won't give you table scraps anymore." I add, the corners of my mouth tugging.

I kiss his head, leaving a smudge of lipstick and I wince, forgetting I even had the stuff on.

"Oops." I go to the bathroom and get a wet washcloth, srubbing it off his fur as best as a I can.

That's when I hear the door open and slam, and I exhale, standing up, tossing the cloth aside and peeking my head out of the bedroom door to see if it's Karen or Nikki.

"Hey," I say to him and he looks at me.

He looks like absolute hell.

"You can stop looking at me like that." He mumbles and I try to speak but can't find the words.

"Sorry." I finally get it out and he goes to the bathroom and shuts the door.

I hear the shower start and I thank God because he smells horrendous.

I light a few scented candles while he's in there, trying to clear out the smell.

Then I try to search his suitcase for drugs, to no avail.

"I threw them out before I got to the airport." He says and I freeze up, sighing when he reaches past me and grabs the suitcase, tugging it to the floor before grabbing at my waist, making me turn around to face him.

I just try to keep my expression neutral, not knowing if he's in a mood or not.

"You smell better." I tell him to avoid an awkward silence as we're uncomfortably close.

"Yeah, so do you." He replies and I roll my eyes, about to move out of his grasp. "Wait, wait, no, no, c'mere." He grabs at me tighter, holding me still, chuckling boyishly and I give a sharp breath.

"You're high," I state, trying to nudge him away from me to give me some space.

"Hey, I'm being nice." His expression shifts, eyes cutting at me, mouth snarling.

"Nikki--"

"--No, when I'm pissed you get bitchy and when I'm in a good mood you get bitchy. You're just a fucking bitch. Always have been. Always will be." He snatches himself away, kicking the suitcase out of his way.

"I'd rather be a bitch than a junkie." I reply as he goes to the bathroom and he's turning around in milliseconds.

"Fuck you!" He shouts, grabbing my jaw, forcing my back down to the mattress, "fuck you, you condescending, manipulative, evil little witch!" He barks in my face and I keep myself as calm as I can, not wanting to make it worse.

I shouldn't have even called him a junkie to begin with.

I knew how he'd react.

"Don't you ever call me that again, Vivian, do you fucking understand me?! I'm tired of it! I'm tired of your shit and your endless whining when I started shooting up because of you in the first fucking place and I keep shooting up just to escape from the reality that I'm fucking married to a twisted, sick, sneaky cunt like you!"

My eyes water, a lump in my throat…

"Then divorce me." I let out weakly, my voice cracking. "If I'm so awful then just leave me, Nikki."

He looks at me, tears in his own eyes, before he gets off of me and goes to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

NIKKI

I thought couldn't do that. Even when I was miserable with her, I was in love with her. That's contradictory to how I acted and treated her but it wasn't necessarily an endless doting, constant lovey-dovey, in love, thing. It was a poisonous, constant merry-go-round and anytime I would try to get off she'd pull me on again without even realizing it. She'd wear a hot dress, or laugh, or smile, or do something for me, or just say 'Nikki', and fuck, I'd be on her again. The Duff thing wasn't even on my mind that night. I got home, saw she was there, went inside and saw her and it took everything in me not to fall to my fucking knees...only for her to call me a junkie. I shouldn't have grabbed her like that, but at that point I was tired of the going around and around, spinning, dizzy, exhausted from puking...she wouldn't leave me. So I was trying to scare her off.

I realized after my overdose that there was no scaring her off. She was as sick as I was, she needed help like I did, and until we got it we would still be on the ride. That's when I filed for divorce. I thought of it as my final, "I love you," because I really did it for her, knowing she wouldn't file after I OD'd. We were torturing ourselves at that point. We both needed to just get away from one another. And we did.

"You coming or not, Vivian, c'mon!" I call into the house when the car gets here, rolling my eyes as she takes her sweet, precious time, deliberately, staring me in the eye as she slowly steps to the door, her brow raised, red lips keeping restraint from curling at the sight of me.

When she walks past, I'm tempted to rear back and hit her ass as hard as my hand can muster, just to see her look at me with her unamused, pissy little look she gives me when I'm being an asshole.

We get in the back of the limo and she sits as far away from me as possible.

It's silent on the way to town, the light flittering, through the windows in the back cast light over her face every now and then...we'd be in the floor tearing at clothes by now if this was three years ago.

Fuck.

How the hell did we go from not getting enough of each other to fucking despising each other?

Again, like I've been doing all year, I remind myself it's because I fucked up with Vanity.

I hope she doesn't tell Vivian I called her in Japan...It's like I really miss her or anything, I was just lonely and Vivian wasn't taking my calls.

She was under Duff, the demon in my ear laughs out and I look at Vivian again, seeing her quickly look away from me as if she'd get caught for staring.

I wonder what she's thinking about right now...I wonder if she really has been with Duff this whole I haven't been home.

Not that I have room to bitch, I spent my whole time in Japan with my head in drugs--which might as well be a fucking mistress.

I give her one last glance before clearing my throat and leaning my head back to rest my eyes for a moment.

Soon, we stop, and the door flings open, Robbin, Slash, some chick, and Steven all pile in, Vivian scooting over so there's more room for everyone to sit.

I go to the other window, letting Slash and the girl I'm assuming is with him get beside me.

Vivian's between Robbin and Steven, and it's evident they've been having some fun before meeting us.

"Sixx!" Robbin lets out, kicking the seat I'm in.

"King!" I reply, kicking his seat, and he chuckles.

"How was Japan?" He asks, rubbing his nose.

"I barely remember." I admit with a laugh and he joins me, nodding.

"Nikki, this is Sally." Slash tells me next and I lean over him to see her.

She's pretty hot.

"Nice to meet you." She tells me.

She's Scottish...interesting.

I hear Vivian giggle and I peek out the corner of my eye and see Robbin whispering something in her ear, and she elbows him, jokingly.

"You are, just saying." He says to her and she rolls her eyes. "Just get more and more beautiful the longer I go without seeing you." He adds.

"Shut up." She nudges him.

"You are." He chuckles.

"Sleepy is what I am." She states as Steven tells me something, and I try to hear him, but I'm too focused on what Robbin's going on about.

"Here," he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a baggie of coke, grabbing his keys and getting some on the tip of it, holding it up to her nose.

She wrinkles her nose and shoos him away.

"No, no, no." She shakes her head.

"C'mon."

"No." She keeps her voice light but stern and he lowers it and looks at her with a smirk on his lips.

Next thing I know, she's laughing out, "Robbin, stop," while King's dumping the dab of coke on the smooth skin of her tit that's pushed up slightly in her strapless dress.

She squeals and laughs as he snorts it off, I guess because the scratch of his five o'clock shadow tickles or she just gets off on making me mad, then he starts quickly trailing little kisses up her cheek to her ear and she tries to put her ear to her shoulder, laughing more when his other hand tickles at her stomach…he's nearly got her laid out on the seat.

My foot makes contact with his stomach and I'm nearly barking when I say, "sit your ass down, Robbin," sharply, making it clear I'm not bullshitting him.

"I was just playing, Sixx, damn." He sniffles, wiping his nose.

"You don't 'play' like that." I throw at him.

An intense silence falls over all of us and Vivian just brushes what's left of the coke off of her chest and straightens her dress before giving him a soft, reassuring smile.

Great. Is she fucking him, too?

When we get to the Cathouse, Vivian stays close to Steven and eventually Sally when the two of them warm up to each other.

We make it up to V.I.P. and Viv makes a point to try to avoid sitting beside me.

But I wait for her to sit and I'm sitting right beside her with a smug smirk while she glares at me.

"What's wrong, baby?" I lean into her ear and ask over the loud music and she just shakes her head.

I pat myself on the back when she eventually gets up, mumbling about the bathroom, and leaves us.

After a few (several) lines of blow, I head to the bathroom to piss, deciding to stop by the women's restroom to see what the hell Vivian's doing.

She probably snuck out of the window.

I hear the very faint but distinct sound of Vivian crying, guilt stabbing at me.

I think I took it too far earlier when I called her those shitty things.

I just go to the men's bathroom and splash my face with water, the buzzing of coke beginning to numb my mind, thoughts of my imploding marriage, band, and life, being locked up and discarded into a black sea of, "it can wait."

One thing is retrieved, though, thrown a life line and brought back from the depths.

I look at myself in the mirror, staring myself down as if saying, "don't you fucking do it."

Once the high kicks in, I can just feel Sikki scrape me from control, locking me away momentarily.

Next thing I know, I'm standing in the women's bathroom, Vivian still sniffling in the stall...I don't think she knows I'm in here.

"I got you this far, you fuck." The demon snarls in my ear.

I swallow and clear my throat, making Vivian go silent.

"Viv, what the fuck's wrong, now?" I ask and she sighs, staying quiet.

"Nothing, Nikki." She says and I scoff, rubbing my jaw.

"It's clearly not 'nothing' because I heard you blubbering the past ten minutes." I point out and she opens the stall, door, looking me dead in the eye before pushing past me.

"A lot on my mind, alright?" She mumbles, going to the sink and I lean against the stall, crossing my arms.

"Like what?"

"I don't wanna talk about it, Nikki." She tells me, trying to wipe the smeared mascara away.

"Well, I can't read your mind, Vivian, so if you're upset with me about something th--"

Her head hangs low, a small sob coming from her throat, tears dropping into the sink, her hands white-knuckling the side of the porcelain…

"I'm upset with you about everything." She admits to me, sorrow lacing her words.

I haven't seen her like this since Vanity aired our dirty laundry out.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you act like--" she cuts herself off, and I realize she's referring to me telling her I loved her while I was in Japan.

"Where were you, Vivian?" I ask her out of nowhere, getting defensive.

"Where was I?" She turns to look at me, wiping her tears, rolling her jaw. "Where were you?" She snaps at me. "Where have you been the last four years?" She asks me.

"I'm not doing this shit here." I grumble, turning to go.

"You asked me what was wrong, Nikki, and I'm telling you what's wrong because you asked--"

"--I also asked where you've been while I've been out of town, Vivian!" I turn on my heel, snarling.

"I've been at home, Nikki!" She yells back. "I've been here, and I've been here for six years! Thinking you'd be right here with me but you're not! That's what's wrong! I've wasted six years of my life on someone who--"

"--You wasted six years of your life?!" I laugh out humorlessly. "How the fuck do you think I feel? How many things I've missed out on because, 'oh, nah, my wife wouldn't like that'?!" I scream.

"Must not have been too bad because you sure as hell weren't passing up the opportunity to have a year and half long affair with Vanity!" She wretches and it takes everything in me not to tell her I know about her little thing she has going with Duff.

"Ya know what, I felt bad for calling you an evil bitch and a cunt earlier but fuck it, you are." I reach for the door and I feel something hit at my back, her heel hitting the floor by my boots.

I turn at glare at her, her emerald eyes lined black, thick lashes blinking slowly, lips parted slightly as she takes in a heavy breath.

I take a step to her, then another and she steps back to the sink.

When our lips meet, I'm putting her on the sink, wasting no time to get her dress pushed up her legs.

"Wait, wait, wait," she gasps out, nudging me away while I unbuckle my belt.

I catch my breath as she gets off the sink and turns around, looking at me in the mirror.

I just lift her dress and bend her over, pulling her panties to the side before--

"God, you are so high." She grumbles, pulling me from my imagination, picking her heel up and shoving past me.

Damn her.

I follow after her back to the guys, and within another hour, once she realizes she's just going to be babysitting us--since she's not fun enough to participate in the coke, pills, and booze--she stands up.

"I'm about to head home." She tells us, and the boys groan.

"Oh, c'mon, Viv!" Steven complains as she leans down to hug him and tell him bye.

"I'm tired, Stevie." She states, chuckling, wrapping her arms around Slash's neck from behind him, and he pats her hand.

"See ya," he tells her.

"Bye." She says. "It was nice to meet you." She says to Sally, next.

"You, too." Sally replies.

"C'mere, c'mere, c'mere!" Robbin calls over the music and she raises a brow and stand behind him, leaning over to see what he wants.

He just grabs her hand and puts it over his heart.

"You feel that?" He asks her.

"Yeah, it feels like you're about to go into cardiac arrest." She comments.

"It's because of you." He dopily replies and she rolls her eyes and pushes at his chest, shaking her head.

"You're a mess." She tells him and he kisses the top of her hand.

"Goodnight, Viv, it was good to see you again." He tells her.

"It was good to see you, too." She replies, smiling, before pulling away. "Bye, Nikki." She says to me in passing.

"Fuck you, too!" I call after her as she heads to the stairs.

The next time I'd see her, she'd be trying to help Sally, Duff, and Steven resuscitate me, and eventually trying to throw herself from the balcony in an attempt to not be left behind while I moved on to where ever the hell we go when we die, begging me not to leave her. I didn't, thanks to adrenaline...but even if I did die, if I had anything to do with it, I still wouldn't have left her.

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aerie: chapter 5

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After chasing Deku around for the past 5 minutes, I've barely gotten any good hits in. But now I've got him right where I want him: in my direct line of fire, with nowhere to run.

Now is the perfect time to use my new equipment. I've been saving my sweat in my launchers for this exact moment. I wrap my finger around the pin on my blaster. "He wont die if it's not a direct hit!" My chest flutters, and I laugh. I'm overflowing with excitement. I'm ready to show this nerd who's boss!

Right before I pull the pin, I'm blinded by a flash of green.

Glitch-girl appears right between us and I hesitate. What's this idiot doing?!

She grabs ahold of my arm, fingernails digging into my skin. She snaps, and I once again experience the void, for what feels like a million years and a split second all at once.

When we manifest back in reality, I rip my arm from her tight grasp, her fingernails leaving red scratches on my skin. "What the hell are you doing?! I was about to beat him!"

"I don't care," she says, emotionless.

"What floor are we on?!"

She stares at me blankly.

"Take me back right now! If you don't take me back we'll lose!"

"I don't care."

I move past her and start running down the hall. "Deku! Where are you?!"

She glitches in front of me and sticks her foot out. Before I have time to stop myself, I trip over her, and at the same time she uses her hands to shove me down to the ground.

I fall to the floor on my hands and knees. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yell. I lift up my hands and blast, but she flashes out of the way.

"You're acting like a fucking child," I hear her insult from behind me.

I turn around and try to blast her again, but she once again disappears before my explosions can reach her.

This is fucking pointless! I'll never get a good hit in with her flashing around like this. Now where is she?! I'll kill her!

As I turn to look behind me, I feel her arms wrap around my waist. "Dont..!" She yells as she lifts me off the floor. "Fuck with me!" She slams me down and I land hard on the ground.

Did this bitch just body slam me?! How?! I scramble to my feet. "You're crazy!"

"We were supposed to be a team!"

I step up to get in her face. "Exactly! So what the fuck are you doing sabotaging us?!"

"I don't give a fuck about your stupid childhood grudges! I had a good plan and you completely ignored me!" She puts her hands to my chest and shoves. "I don't like that shit!"

I stumble back. "Well I don't care about what you want! I care about winning!"

"Well, forget it. I'm sure Deku is halfway to the weapon by now, or Uraraka has woken up."

I'm not even gonna ask. I shove her back. "You pissed away the whole fight!"

She steps right back in my face. "I don't care. Maybe you'll think twice about ignoring me next time, asshole."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

She takes a step back and narrows her eyes. "Your worst nightmare," she mocks, flashing jazz hands.

She glitches out of sight, and I'm left there looking like an idiot.

"And the heroes have the weapon! The battle is over!"

next chapter

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Living In The Sin.*

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry's mystery moves leave you both begging for more.

~ fingering, squirting, semi-dom but desperate Harry ~

A nervous twitch is the only thing I've gotten from Harry the past few days. A quick lock of his phone or the closing of a window when I walk behind him or sit next to him. Obviously, the worst is on my mind, it's the only thing on my mind but... would he do that? I know Anne would kill him if he did so I feel like he knows better but I still have an uneasy feeling. I'm sitting in the kitchen whilst he's in the living room, I can see him through the open-plan house. His MacBook on his thighs, no shirt on, legs up, hair a mess with a furrowed brow as he types, clicks and scrolls almost as if in a panic. Maybe he's just working. Yeah, that is probably just it.

I get up from my seat and head over to the cupboard, grabbing myself two glasses and slicing some lemon, filling them up with water before heading into where Harry is sat. As soon as he notices my presence, he closes his MacBook, quickly placing it on the table in the middle and grabbing the tv remote. "Hey, I was just going to chuck a film on, what do you want to watch?" I hand him the glass of lemon water as he thanks me and scoots over. "I'm not really in the mood for a film, I'm just tired. Put on anything." I lie, hoping I can find a way to grab the Mac, just to see if he freaks out or not.

"Goodfellas, it is." he pouts at me, putting the glass on the table, leaning back and resting his arm behind my head, starting to play with my hair. "Why don't you put your head down? I'll wake you up in a little?" he says, pressing a kiss to my cheek and pulling me closer to him. I shake my head, placing it on his shoulder instead as the film starts playing. 10 minutes later, his arm is no longer around me but leaning on the armrest the other side of the sofa, our feet barely touching. I move positions, seeing if he looks over at me. Absolutely nothing. I wait 5 more minutes before getting up and refilling our waters, sitting forward when I get back.

Upon taking my seat, I pick up the MacBook, sitting back with my legs up as I watch his eyes suddenly shift from the screen to me, pausing the tv. "Let's go to bed," he suggests, taking the Mac from my hands, putting it back on the table as I look at him in disbelief. "If you're bored, let's go to bed." he clarifies, trying to make me feel like it's about me, not that he doesn't have a dirty, little secret there. "You're enjoying this, so finish it and I'll occupy myself," I say, trying to pick it up again.

"Please," he whispers with wide eyes, placing his hand over mine, swallowing as I look at him. I take a deep breath before rolling my eyes, deciding I'll try again tomorrow. "Fine. Let's go," I cave, standing up and walking upstairs, leaving him to turn everything off downstairs. "Have I done something?" he questions as he walks in, 5 minutes later, turning off the hallway light as he does so. "No, let's go to sleep, okay? I'm just tired." I get into bed with my back turned as I feel his side dip and his warm body press against my back.

His arm drapes over my waist and his chin nudges my shoulder as he starts kissing my neck. "You need to turn the lamp off. The planet is dying." I say, not in the mood. "Well, I will spend tomorrow cheering up the planet but right now, whilst doing that for you, it stays on. Why are you so stressed? What's going on?" he asks, brushing my hair away from my face and around my back. After insisting nothing is wrong again, his fingers trail up and down my waist in an, unfortunately, successful attempt to tickle and make me laugh.

"Let me calm you down," he says against my neck, lightly grabbing my hips, turning me onto my back and ducking his head to kiss my neck again. I run my hand through his hair, I can't deny that I've missed him, I'd be a fool, I need this but what if I was right? "Can I?" he says, lifting his head, looking into my eyes as I shoot him a confused look. "Make you feel better? Make you feel good? Please?" I give him a nod and rest my hand against his face as his eyes close and head shakes.

"Say it. I need you to say it," I tell him he can do whatever he wants as he starts kissing down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as he goes further down until he reaches the boxers of his I'd stole to wear as pyjama shorts, as always. He removes them as he moves down the bed, placing himself between my legs, spreading them open as far as he can. "I want to try something. Can I? Just... trust me," he looks up at me through a few fallen strands of hair, a slight shine across his body from anticipation.

As I agree, he stands up and jogs into the bathroom leaving me on the bed, very confused and exposed. A few moments later, he practically runs back over to the bed, holding a towel in his hand, urging me to lift up a little as he places it underneath me before kneeling between my legs again. Harry looks over at me to see a tilted head and squinting eyes, curious for an explanation as he just swallows and says "You never know," whilst letting an incredibly shaky breath. He runs his calloused hands over my thighs before clearing his throat.

He pushes one finger into me whilst his other hand reaches over to start rubbing my clit, immediately making me feel better and almost overwhelmed. He stays with one finger for a while, warming me up and getting me ready for whatever he seems to have planned. "Harry, please," I urge him, wanting more, needing more. He looks up at me, his mouth ajar and his pupils blown out as he nods. He pulls his finger out and pushes a second one in along with it whilst his finger on my clit speeds up ever so slightly, pressing a little harder.

He takes a deep breath before almost pulling his fingers all the way out and pushing them back in, feeling his hand trembling, I reach down and touch his other one as his head snaps towards me. "What? What's wrong?" he says, a hint of panic in his voice. "You're shaking," I state as he shakes his head once more, assuring me that he's fine. "I just, I really want to try something, okay? But, you've got to relax, please?" I lean back, trusting him and letting his hand go as he starts moving his fingers, rubbing my clit even faster.

I look down at him to see his lip between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes twitch occasionally, focused on whatever on Earth he is trying to do. He stops moving his fingers in and out of me and starts doing a "come here" motion and then it hits me. "Harry," I less say, more moan, as my eyes close. "Harry, I know what you're doing. I can't, it won't work." I tell him, although, his obvious determination falters little to none. "You will. You can. I promise. Please, just, let me keep trying." He desperately begs.

He stops rubbing my clit and moves his hand to my stomach pressing down a little as he moves his fingers faster, hitting my g-spot and making me actually moan his name this time, along with a lot of profanity. "Come on. Come on, baby. I know you can. Just let it go." He encourages, leaning his head down and pressing a kiss to my thigh, speeding his fingers up even more. Feeling a weird wave wash over me, I grab ahold of his hand. "Harry, I can't. I need to-," he interrupts me, almost yelling, his voice gravelly and low.

"No, no, no, I know. It's good, it's okay. Let go, just let go, I promise." he says, moving his hand off of my stomach, repositioning himself slightly before leaning down and pressing his lips to my clit. "Just let go," My head starts spinning as I listen to him, letting myself fall under the sexual spell he's cast. I close my eyes, throwing my head back as the most intense orgasm I've ever felt rushes through my body and I block out everything except the faint sound of Harry's light moaning and heavy breathing, in awe of what just happened.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I can't believe you did it. I actually made you squirt, holy fuck," he mumbles out, in utter shock as I had assured him I could not and would do it. I guess he was right. He pulls the towel out from underneath me, throwing it into the washing basket by the door before crawling up the bed and holding me tightly to his chest as I come down. "I'm sorry," he begins as I look up at him, his hand reaching for to cup my face. "For being so weird these past few days, I really wanted to do this. I know what you thought was going on and I would never do that to you. Okay? I love you."

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Fire Emblem Three Houses - Dimitri x Reader (Chapter 5)

7,640 words later, Symphony Vittoria has drawn to an end. I’m so tired of working on it and want to move on, so just gonna drop it here and hope for the best. Valse di Amour is next, but I might work on something else for a bit. We’ll see... Hope you enjoy <3

Symphony Vittoria Opus 3, No. 3 III. Minuet

The late fall sun was hot on the crown of your head, doing nothing to help with the overwhelming heat of exertion that washed over you as you climbed off of Siobhan’s back and onto your own jelly-like legs. If not for the helpful Church aid, you likely would have fallen right then and there, collapsed onto the ground in a victorious puddle of sore muscles and elation.

“We won!” you said as you stumbled, catching yourself just in time, a goofy grin on your face.

“Congratulations,” the armorer said, her voice dry as she helped relieve you of your weapons and get your face mopped up of sweat. She said something else, but your ears were ringing. There was so much noise around you, the organized chaos of hundreds of people doing hundreds of different things. Victory, it all sounded like victory. Water was given to you, the armor fitted with straps to keep you in the saddle pulled away and leaving you lighter.

And then you left, far too excited to stop yourself. If anyone called for you to stop, you didn’t hear, slipping through the crowd on light feet.

Pegasi were not horses, but the two were grouped together more often than not. Perhaps the elegant Siobhan would be unhappy with the generalization, but you were glad for it as you made your way through the busy staging area. At some point in the fight, Dimitri had dismounted from his favored steed, but he always returned for the destrier. Not only out of affection for the beast, but out of fear that its fractious nature would harm those who came to collect him. In that respect, the two were well suited. And easy to find.

“Dimitri!” you called, rushing towards him as soon as you spotted his familiar blue cape. Both he and the magnificent destrier turned to your approach, an unfriendly set of dark eyes and an interested pair of blue. “That was amazing!” you told him, excitement launching you into a rant before your feet even stilled. “You should have seen the look on Hubert’s face when I got him out, he was so mad! If Seteth hadn’t called it I think he would have attacked you when you were fighting Edelgard. I’m glad he didn’t, obviously, but don’t worry, I would have protected you. Nobody would have been able to interfere with that fight… Gosh, it was so cool! Edelgard was waving that giant axe around like it was nothing, but you swiped in with your lance and the both of you moved so fast! It was intense! And now…” You laughed giddily, out of breath and your thoughts disorganized. “I’m just so happy that we won!”

“I feel the same,” Dimitri responded, his smile glowing. “Although... I cannot fathom from where you gain all this energy.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t you ever grow weary?”

“Maybe… Sometimes,” you replied with a breathless laugh. “But... I’ll get ahold of myself.” More as an act than anything, you pulled in an exaggerated breath, holding yourself still from the jittery shake of adrenaline.

“Oh no, that wasn’t a critique!” Dimitri told you. “Your spirit is admirable. It reminds me of something I feel I had nearly forgotten. And in any case, I owe you for taking out Hubert. For a moment there I was afraid I was done for by rushing in so recklessly.”

“Or maybe you just knew that I’d be right behind you,” you joked. “By now you must know that you can always count on that.”

“Is that so?” Dimitri asked, one of his eyebrows raising in a playful way.

“Sure,” you answered easily. “Still, I do like the idea of having you owe me. I guess I’ll have to think of a really good favor, huh?”

“Whatever you want,” Dimitri responded, his voice equally as earnest as it was teasing. How he managed such a balance, you didn’t know.

Then, without thinking, you asked, “What if I asked for you to kiss me?”

The brazen words were playful, your inhibitions melted beneath the swell of glory. If you were in your right mind, certainly you would have restrained yourself. Especially because the situation wasn’t romantic. At all. The two of you were sweaty and hot from a recently won battle and surrounded by tired animals, tired students, and frantic grooms. The air stank of all three groups, as well as the dissipating oily smoke of magic fire. The situation wasn’t suited to the dizzy elation you felt, or the feeling tightening in your sore abdomen. But it was like you were alight, floating. Full of affection and joy and glory.

Dimitri blushed before you could even think to be embarrassed about what you said, the color obvious on his pale cheeks as a compliment to his shocked expression. He didn’t say anything. And then he continued not to say anything, awkwardness growing. Your heart dropped into your stomach. In a splash of iridescent color, the soap bubble surrounding your thoughts popped.

“That was… A really bad joke, wasn’t it?” you asked. Fidgeting, you raised a nervous hand to mess with your bound hair, pulling the tail a bit tighter as you let out a forced laugh to get rid of the tension. Trying to save face. Not that it really helped. Regret was tangy, it left you sore. Dimitri still looked stunned. Conflicted. Maybe a bit embarrassed still. “Um, anyway, a true knight is noble and brave without any ulterior motives or desire for riches. And besides, today was so much fun that winning is… It’s the icing on the cake.”

“A joke,” Dimitri said doubtfully, adjusting his posture in a distinctly awkward way. His eyes were a bit too piercing, conflicted. Then they were pulled up, distracted by something behind you. “Oh, I… I’m afraid I must go, Professor Byleth asked me to meet with him once I was done here.”

You nodded quickly, glad for a break. “Yes, I should go help, uh, get things ready to leave.”

Dimitri looked apologetic, but moved to leave, pausing only a moment before departing. His expression was conflicted. Step uncertain, he cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly before speaking. “May we speak later?”

Your heart jolted. You couldn’t tell what that question implied, but you answered all the same on something like instinct. “Sure.”

Dimitri nodded, a firm militaristic nod, before departing. His dark-haired destrier looked at you with an unimpressed look, tossing his head in displeasure as his master left him.

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” you asked the beast of an animal. The destrier, nearly as royal as his rider, exhaled in a way that sounded suspiciously like a snort of derision.

Symphony Vittoria Opus 3, No. 3 cont. III. Minuet

It was only after the celebratory gathering of the Blue Lions dispersed that you realized that you had left your cloak in the dining hall. Well, more specifically, you realized it when you reached your room’s door and didn’t have a key. The first indication should have been that you were cold, but who could expect such elevated thought from your mushy brain after the day you had?

Without the glowing companionship of your class, you wanted nothing more than to toss yourself to the soft surface of your bed and lose your mind to a well-deserved rest. Staring dejectedly at the steadfast barrier, you considered the pros and cons of trying to pick the lock. Unfortunately, your training with Ashe hadn’t provided full comprehension in the thieving arts. Or, honestly, much comprehension at all. Then you considered simply smashing down the door. It almost seemed tempting until you realized it would probably make Professor Byleth upset if you were to deface monastery property.

There was nothing for it. With a dejected sigh, you turned on your heel and retraced your steps back into the monastery’s grand hall. Alone this time, since Mercedes and Annette had returned to their own rooms. The grounds and interior were mostly empty. When the heavy door shut behind you, each of your footsteps echoed and the flickering light of magically flared sconces splayed your shadow in all directions. The emptiness was slightly unnerving, especially since it wasn’t obscenely late. But everyone was wrung out and worn from the days battle and subsequent excitement. Most of the knights had left early in the night, leaving the professors in charge so they could make their own merry with coarser endeavors and liquor.

Students, of course, indulged in no such thing, even in the name of celebration. The monastery’s deep wells and windmills drew sweet, pure water from beneath the mountains, serving as the respectable replacement to the wine every establishment in Faerghus served in place of the often unsafe water. How odd it had been to learn that the custom was not mimicked everywhere, even seen as taboo by some. In any case, the rule against liquor in the dining hall was probably for the best. One of the few times you’d ventured out to one of the town’s taverns in your spare evenings, you were able to see firsthand how messily drunk those from other countries could get after drinking even the mildest of alcohol.

Entering the dining hall, you began to creep through the dark with a bent posture to scope out each bench for your misplaced cloak. The position strained your sore muscles, muscles you hadn’t even known could get sore before assuming mounted combat atop a pegasus. At least you spotted your cloak fairly easily.

You didn’t linger after that. Although you didn’t subscribe to superstitions like that precocious mage from Golden Deer did, there was something haunting in the air now that everyone was gone. An undefined sense of emptiness. Not too long before, the dining hall had been bright and warm and full of sound, but now the only reminder of the night’s celebration was the faint traces of excitement and a mess.

But, without a doubt, the worst part of silence was the way it threw your thoughts right back at you. Without distraction, your conversation with Dimitri returned to mind. The entire night you had been able to shrug it off as momentary madness, a state of drunken delirium from the excitement of fighting and winning, but in the dark, you weren’t so easily able to cast it aside. He hadn’t spoken to you at much throughout the celebration or so much as met your eye afterward.

Shrugging on your forgotten cloak, you left the dining hall through the stone laid fishing area, not desiring to walk back through the main hall. Besides, the air was smooth and fresh and, despite the high altitude, it wasn’t too cold. Not yet at least. In the north, the night would require you to be bundled up in wools and fur, drinking medicinal tea for fear of catching ill. But not here in the goddess’ blessed lands. You took in a deep breath, feeling the way the expanding air pushed at your sore muscles. You really were tired. Completely worn out.

Honestly, it was a coincidence that your chosen path also took you near the entrance to the second story dormitory staircase. Not at all intentional. Why, then, were you not surprised when someone called your name? No, not someone. You didn’t need to look to know the familiar voice, an achingly familiar sound. Almost like you had expected him to call out to you. If you believed in fate, and you were only partially certain that you did, you’d have no choice but to believe that the two of you were fated to meet solely by the will of the night.

Nerves sparked to life in your stomach, but you turned to face the call with a smile for the man to which the voice belonged. Sparse lamplight was warm on Dimitri’s skin as he moved to approach you, shining in the gold of his hair and highlighting the signs of weariness on his face. Taking the steps with ease you were sure your sore legs couldn’t possibly attain, Dimitri came to a stop a socially acceptable distance away. If you were to take a single step, you would be in his arms reach. Another would ensure that you’d have to look up to meet his eyes, perhaps you could make out their color even in the dark. And another after that would put you close enough to touch, for him to feel the heat of your burning cheeks.

Energy rippled in the space between you. Something about Dimitri’s expression, the way he had said your name. Something that made you utterly and entirely aware, sensitized to the air on your skin and the way your sore abdominal muscles tightened despite the way it strained them. Something about the embarrassment of what you had said after the battle.

“You’re up late,” you said, still wearing the silly nervous grin you couldn’t force away. It was a pointless remark, considering you knew exactly how little he actually slept, but you were far too flustered for anything particularly imaginative.

“Ah, yes,” Dimitri agreed. Formal. “Once again I find myself unable to sleep…” He hesitated, frowning. “Actually, I wanted to speak with you first. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

“It’s… It’s about earlier,” Dimitri said.

“I remember,” you said, heart dropping. Soft words, achingly nervous words. Where was all your confidence now? It seemed all you had was the relentless flutter of butterflies and a head dizzy with anticipation. “I just was so excited, and I spoke without thinking and I’m really, really sorry... I don’t suppose we could just pretend it never happened?” You offered him a tight, hopeful smile.

“That’s not something I can so easily disregard,” Dimitri said, his brow furrowing. “I know sometimes people say or do things in the heat of the moment that they might not otherwise, and I swear I won’t pursue this any farther if that is the case. After all, I’m sure there are many other boys in the academy who would be far preferable, and besides, I’m...” He let the words lapse there, frowning. A moment later, that haunted look passed and his eyes rose back to yours. “Either way, for my own peace of mind, I felt that I ask what you meant by that request.”

You let out a little bubble of laughter in response, you couldn’t help it. The entire thing was just ridiculous. Boys preferable to him? What you meant, when your words had been so blatant? “Isn’t it obvious?” you asked. “I just thought that you weren’t interested, which is fine! I didn’t want to put you in that situation because I know you’re… I know you already have so many things to deal with and it’s not like I can offer someone like you anything of value, and most of the time I’m sure I’m just an annoyance anyway, so-”

“You’re not an annoyance,” Dimitri said urgently, taking a step forward. “Please don’t think such a thing. And as far as ‘value’, well, I’m not sure what I would do without you. What any of us would do without you. Your positivity and your smile have more value than you know. That’s why I worry that I…” He frowned again as if he was torn up about something. “I’m afraid I can’t give you what you want. I’m in no position to make any promises regarding the future. To do so would only be selfish.”

“I don’t understand,” you said. “If you don’t… like me, you can be honest about how you feel.” Even if it hurt, there was nothing worse than the not knowing. Probably. Maybe.

Dimitri’s expression shifted, his head tilting and lip turning up with the beginning of a smile. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, delivering the repeated quip with the stilted humor you’d grown used to. Despite that, in Dimitri’s expression, you saw a mirror of your nerves. You saw something that was at once cautious and questioning, binding the whatever fire that burned beneath. You saw intensity in its truest form. Control, and restriction. Doubt, and a question. Hesitation before action.

It was dizzying. The lack of sleep, the physical fatigue, the joy of victory, and now this. Words couldn’t describe the feeling, the elevation burning in the base of your skull, the shiver holding still at the small of your back, the muscles fluttering and tightening. Affection, pure and undiluted. Too much, bursting from the seams. Much more than you could ever tell him of.

“Will you kiss me?” you asked.

Like that, his hesitation melted away. Self control overridden by impulse. Dimitri took the last two steps, coming close enough for him to feel the heat of your blushing cheeks, to smell the soap you’d used to wash your hair after returning to the monastery. Close enough for his hand to cradle your head with overly careful movements, for your own to raise tentatively to his cheek and shoulder. Close enough for his lips to meet yours.

And it was lyrical. Poetic in every sense that it was not. Chaste, nothing like the enthusiastic and messy kissing you’d seen others engage in. Awkward in the way of two partners trying to learn a dance for the first time. Sweet because when you breathed in, Dimitri filled your senses. His hands, his body, his lips, all of them so close, yours for that moment.

Too soon it ended, leaving you starry eyed, dizzy, grinning like a lunatic.

Dimitri let his hands drop, taking a half step away to give you space. “I’m sorry, that was forward of me.”

“It’s okay to be forward, you know,” you said. “And sometimes being selfish... Well, it’s not always a bad thing.”

Dimitri weighed those words, then let out a heavy breath, shaking his head. Closing himself off from you. “I’m not so sure that’s true. Not for me, at least.” He caught himself after a moment, adding, “That’s not to say that I’m displeased with this. With you. That said… It looks as if you’re about to fall over. Today was an exhausting day, perhaps both of us could use a bit of rest.”

You hadn’t even noticed the way you were wobbling on your feet, unsteady. “Are you actually going to sleep?” you asked him.

“I think I might. Finally.”

You smiled. “Well, until we meet again in the waking world.”

“Until then,” Dimitri said, his head tipping politely.

Parting was bittersweet, your stomach lit aflame with a final glance back at him. That image kept you company all the way back. And although you had a thousand thoughts to keep you awake, you didn’t even get changed from your clothes before unconsciousness claimed you.

Symphony Vittoria Opus 3, No. 4 IV. Finale

It was a full moon, the first since the Blue Lion’s so-called victory at Remire Village. Even with the added illumination, the sky was somehow just as large and unfathomable as the abyss that sprawled beneath your feet. With the horizon so dark, there was practically no difference between them, no dividing line to say what was of earth and what was of the heavens. Only you, the darkness, and the absolute unknowable.

And your music, of course.

The air was cold as winter continued to cast its witching spell across the lands, and a seat on the top of the fence edging the sheer cliff at the corner of one of Garreg Mach’s courtyards was probably not the most comfortable or safe spot, but you had no desire to leave. Central Fodlan’s cold season wasn’t even half as brutal as it was in Faerghus. Besides, the full moon made you wonder, made you dream. Was the goddess really praying up there in the heavens, as legend of the Ethereal Moon would say? You could almost imagine it. The goddess in all her magnificent splendor among the stars, praying for peace and prosperity, for safety and calm.

That begged a rather odd question, though. To whom did the divine pray?

Either way, you performed for the occasion. Stray chords and soft melodies. Gentle notes that echoed against mountainous drop hidden in the dark below. Slow, weaving tunes that reverberated and repeated in the silence back to you. Or, perhaps, it was the silence itself that was rejecting the noise which disturbed it. You played for the abyss that stretched beneath your throne at the top of the world. You played for the billows of fog that crawled up from the dark, set alight and lustrous from the tender caress of the full moon hanging right above. You played to cease your thoughts as they whirled unendingly, you played in an attempt to remember the warmth that had burned so delightfully in your chest before.

Poking out from the scarf you’d pulled over your face, the tip of your nose was red, and your fingers were clumsy and stiff from the chill. But it was much, much better than silence. Absence was agony, quiet was cruel. For a while, you’d driven away the silence of the night with training. Dimitri hardly ever said anything, but there was a weight to the companionship and ritual of the entire affair. Since the brutal end of the previous month, you hadn’t seen him nearly at all.

You told yourself that it was fine. Dimitri was as the moon, a soul shining in soft radiance existing in a cycle of shifting patterns amidst the nuanced darkness of night. Waxing and waning with each pass. Bright and alluring sometimes, drawing you in with his laugh and contradicting sense of humor, with the liquid warmth you’d felt when his lips had met yours, but shuttered and turbulent on the others, hiding half in the dark and pulling away from you as the horrors of things hiding in the shadows overcame him. Distant and unknowable, something to love without expectation.

If only. Things had been going so well after that fateful night, your heart warm with joy in the wake of the Blue Lion’s victory at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. Or at least you thought so. You hadn’t expected Dimitri to actually court you after a single kiss, or to treat you any differently than he had before, and he hadn’t. It was all you could hope for that he’d keep you around. But now the memory of his lips against yours was tinged by regret. Regret when you thought of Dimitri’s outburst outside of Remire and the subsequent slip of his mood and mentality, the way that he avoided you and your silly girlish crush and idealistic desires and annoyingly mundane wishes like a partner to the upcoming White Heron Ball and a calloused and strong hand to hold in yours.

You strummed a happy chord to counteract the bitter ache of that thought. A happy chord that became a melody. Nothing at first. That was the way of music, wasn’t it? Something from nothing, song from silence. Now, without even thinking about it, you began to play a song for the moon. You weren’t thinking about it, not really. You’d practiced this song a thousand times over in order to get it just right because the moon deserved something perfect. Another chord, a bit clumsy with cold, climbing it out to create a steady instrumental for the sung melody, now replaced with the soft voice of the lyre. No longer happy, the tune wept with the faint edge of melancholy.

You heard the approach of footsteps before the voice could startle you, your fingers coming to a harsh halt mid-way through. Combat training had taught you to be constantly aware of your surroundings, even while relaxed. Especially when there were such wicked villains strutting about the area. At the very least, it saved you from the undesirable fate being scared into a deadly plunge towards the void beneath you once the voice startled you, although you couldn’t help but mourn the loss of that blissful ignorance for the slightest moment. It was for the best, anyway, that song was for-

“I thought I might find you here,” Dimitri said.

Surprise or no, hearing his voice made you tense up, quickly looking behind your shoulder as if to prove to yourself that it really was him. Then again, who else would it be at this hour? You chose your spots very carefully these days, picking out the holes in where knights might usually patrol. There was no sense in guarding an area that no creature, human or beast, would be able to sneak in through.

Although you hadn’t seen him much at all recently, Dimitri’s appearance filled you with an odd sense of Deja Vu. Something about the way he was bleached silver by the full moon and draped in shadow, finally paying respect to the cold weather by wearing a striking blue cloak more substantial than that of his uniform. You pulled your lyre and hands into the safe warmth of your cloak, submitting to the silence while a small voice in your head wondered if it was the song that had summoned him. It was his, after all, penned soon after the conversation in the classroom months back.

How many days had it been since Remire, since he’d begun avoiding you?

But that was an easy answer, for you at least. Far too many.

“Perhaps I should try to be more unpredictable,” you finally said with an attempt at being playful, pulling your face from the scarf so you could be heard.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t what I meant, I-” Dimitri’s quick apologetic response cut off soon after it began, as if he realized something. “That was a joke.”

“Not a very good one,” you gave him.

The momentary levity dissipated in a flash, awkwardness returning. Dimitri looked tired, although it would have been more surprising to see him looking well rested at this point. Cold had nibbled his cheeks and nose to a pink that was rather fetching, considering you were quite certain your cheeks were ruddy with the icy chill. Visible awkwardness, both in his expression and in his stance, mirrored your own.

“Did you... Need something?” you asked when he said nothing further. You regretted your tone immediately, but Dimitri didn’t seem to take it personally, addressing the question at face value in the rather blunt way he so often did.

“Yes, I wanted to speak to you... Do you mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to stretch of the stone fence beside you. The blocks were just wide enough to make for a seat, and not adorned like they were in other parts of the monastery. Your head tilted in curiosity, heart stuttering in a way you were far too familiar with by now, a reaction you were certain your body reserved for Dimitri.

“Of course,” you said. Dimitri, to your surprise, threw his legs over the wall to sit beside you, looking about twice as awkward in the position as you might have imagined him to. Although, it didn’t seem to be out of caution of the great height, but some odd dissonance between the polite prince he was raised to be and the exhausted soldier he so often carried himself as. Neither were likely to adopt the position of the romantic delinquent who would find solace in such a place.

“This is an… Interesting spot to practice,” Dimitri noted lightly, looking at the sky, the abyss, and the stretching image of the cathedral’s spires beyond. Although his tone was as proper as ever, his eyebrow quirked, lit quite well by the bulbous moon above.

“I started coming here to get over my fear of heights so I could ride Siobhan without wanting to cry, but…” You considered the view, feeling a bittersweet twinge in your heart at the sight. Raw beauty hurt when you weren’t expecting it. “It’s a good spot to think, you know? And please don’t say that it’s dangerous. I have a knife and everything, just in case.”

“That’s good to know, but I wasn’t going to lecture you,” Dimitri said. “I trust your capability.” After a moment, he bitterly added, “Besides, I’m hardly one to talk in that regard.”

“Oh,” you replied, unsure of what else to say. You hadn’t noticed it before, but he looked serious. Well, Dimitri almost always looked serious, but there were varying shades of it. This was the type of serious that had a furrowed brow and eyes full of all sorts of deep, conflicting thoughts. The weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders. Very kingly.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior in Remire Village,” Dimitri finally told you.

You felt a harsh pull in your gut to hear him say that, as well as surprise. You blinked as if that would clear things up, but it didn’t.

“Apologize?” you asked.

“For my behavior, and… For frightening you.” His eyes closed with those softer words, that apology utterly sincere. “Frightening me?” you asked, your voice even softer with disbelief. “You’ve been avoiding me since then, haven’t you?” Dimitri asked. “I won’t force my company on you, but please know that what happened… How I behaved… I am deeply regretful that you witnessed that.” He let out a breath, the cold puffing in front of his lips like a little ghost. “An apology does little to mend it, I know, but I am truly sorry.”

“Dimitri…” you said after an extended stillness had settled, your voice timid as you tried to understand what he had just said. “I think you’ve misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood?” he asked doubtfully.

“Or maybe I’ve misunderstood? You didn’t scare me, Dimitri, that’s…” Ridiculous. It was a ridiculous thought. “I was… No, I am worried for you,” you got out, stilted as you tried to voice what you thought. This wasn’t at all what you had thought this conversation would be, if it even happened at all. It was surreal, almost.

Dimitri still looked doubtful, measuring your words as mere placations. You knew him well enough by now to recognize that look in his eyes, even in the near dark. So you pushed forward, trying to make him understand, to convince him of your feelings without voicing them directly. A confession was the last thing Dimitri needed right now, not that you were even sure if you had the courage to confess what you felt. What you truly felt.

“After… What happened, you seemed so withdrawn and unhappy whenever I was around, so I thought you wanted to be left alone. That it was… What you needed. And I- I don’t really know how to help you, anyway.” That truth hurt to voice, ripping up the inside of your throat as it emerged from your mouth in a hushed tone. “Or if that’s even possible. I see the stress you’re under, the pain… You look so tired these days, and you mentioned that your head aches terribly, so I-”

“I’m fine,” Dimitri interrupted sharply, his body tense and eyes hard. Then he blinked. Sighed with another puff of cold air. His eyes lowered and shoulders drooped, a hand going to his temple. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be concerned about me, I really am fine.”

“Even if that’s true… Well, please remember that I’m with you, whatever you need, however I can help. No matter what,” you said.

His eyes, the blue obscured by the sunken shadows cloaking them, held yours for a suspended moment. Looking for your loyalty? For honesty?

“The Professor looks at me the same way,” he finally said, looking back out into the dark. “So worried. He says I should get more rest… But how can I sleep when the despicable scoundrels who orchestrated the tragedy in Remire Village continue to draw breath? Not just them, but…” Dimitri hesitated. “I told you before that I lost my parents and many of my friends in the Tragedy of Duscur, do you remember?”

You nodded, not daring to speak.

“When I saw what was happening in Remire, I was reminded of the flames I saw four years ago in Duscur… Of the chaos that took my family and stole countless precious lives. And right then, my mind was overcome with that same rage… A complete and utter darkness.” He paused, looking out over the void below with hardened eyes, anger etched into his face. “Since that day in Duscur, my sole purpose has been to find justice for my family. Justice for all of those who have suffered and died at the hands of the Flame Emperor and his ilk. Inhuman monsters who prey on the innocent. That is the only reason I came to the Officer’s Academy.” Dimitri’s voice had become low, not the growl from Remire, but managing to be just as intense. “I will have revenge.”

Chills prickled nearly painfully against the insides of your sleeves and thick leggings, shuddering down your spine like ice water. Dimitri was being honest, there was no doubt in you that this was his truth, but you weren’t sure he’d ever seemed more unreachable as he did at that moment. The binding chains of the dead dictated his life. You had seen it before, feared it, but now you could see the fact starkly, plainly displayed in his eyes. He was willing to lose himself to the ghosts of those who had died, to his rage and his grief.

And you couldn’t do anything about it, could you?

“Dimitri,” you said softly, even mournfully. With a tentative touch, you pulled a hand out from your cloak to place it on his clenched fist where it sat between the two of you. Dimitri tensed up, his eyes swiveling to you as if surprised at your proximity. He blinked, and the tension bled out from his body, his fist unclenching. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his gaze, his body. Awkward once more. Your hand retreated, falling back onto your lap as you pulled away from him, allowing the moment to drop without any further comment.

Somewhere beyond the two of you, a breeze rustled the world of the dark into a faint stir, the sounds of it loud in comparison to the silence. You let out a slow, heavy breath, drawing in the cold air gratefully for the way it stung.

“Thank you for telling me. You know that…” You swallowed hard. “Anything you need of me, anything you ask… I’m with you to the end.”

“I wouldn’t ask that of you… Of any of you,” Dimitri responded. “This is my duty, my burden alone to bear.”

“You don’t need to be alone,” you said softly.

Dimitri pulled in a sharp breath, his gaze once again fixing on you. Was that surprise? Distaste? You didn’t know, and he didn’t respond. Soon after, he looked away. Another trail of silence began. Just you and him and the millions of things you didn’t know, that you wished so desperately to understand.

“I should probably attempt to get some rest,” Dimitri said after a span. “Professor Byleth has already made it clear that he’ll drag me out for tea first thing.” He sighed. “I appreciate the effort, but I can’t say that I’m in much of a mood to celebrate.”

Panic spiked through you.

“Dimitri,” you said, your voice just a touch too loud as you looked at him, blinking yourself to clarity as something in his words registered. “It’s your birthday today.”

“So it is,” he replied.

You were so stupid to have forgotten! Well, not entirely forgotten. You had known it was coming up, you just assumed that you wouldn’t get the chance to give him his gift considering how distant he had been. Now your lyre felt heavy in your arms, and the song for the moon began to tease your thoughts once more. It was one of the first real original compositions you’d ever penned, a song for a man who had an admitted indifference towards music. Admittedly, you had bonded a sort of understanding with all of the musicians who had composed for King Lambert while writing it.

“Before you go, um, so... I didn’t know what to get you...” you began nervously.

“I didn’t expect anything,” Dimitri said as if to soothe you. He meant it, too, a fact that made you feel rather sad.

“Well, I didn’t get you anything, but I… I wrote you a song. It’s all I could think of that would be special, and I was thinking that when you’re king, every bard is going to write songs about you. Extolling your virtues and waxing endlessly about your battle prowess and jaw-dropping physique and kingly merits, but I’d like to be the first.” You paused in your mess of words, frowning as the question struck you. “I am your first, aren’t I?”

Dimitri looked, unless you were way off the mark, flustered. After thinking about what you had just said, you felt a bit of that yourself. Luckily, he played it off well.

“The first to write a song about me? I believe you would be.”

“That’s a relief,” you said with an overly dramatic sigh, trying to cover for your embarrassment. It helped, kind of. “Anyway, I know you don’t love music and if you don’t want it that’s fine, but I thought that it’d be… Uh… Well, you know…”

“Can you play it?” he asked.

“Yes, if you want,” you said, feeling a rush of nerves. Of course, you had hoped for him to ask, but hoping for something and having it happen were different matters entirely. Every musician wanted a chance to show off, but you were only partially a musician and you wanted most desperately to impress Dimitri. More than the goddess, even.

“Please,” he said, gesturing for you to play. You couldn’t tell if he was just humoring you or not. You hoped he wasn’t.

“It’s a short song, so don’t worry… It’s a lullaby, actually,” you explained, pulling your lyre out from beneath your cloak and testing the strings and your fingers. Luckily, talking had given them a chance to melt a bit. “I, um, I didn’t think that a gaudy ballad or anything would suit you. Or anything too upbeat. Perhaps one day, but for now… Well, I thought it was the best fit.” Dimitri didn’t say anything to your rambled thoughts, and you were far too embarrassed to look at him directly to see what expression he might have been wearing. But that was fine, you’d only been talking in order to give yourself a chance to get everything in order. “It doesn’t have a name yet, either, but… Uh, here goes.”

You took in a deep breath, holding it for just a moment before letting it out in a slow stream. A set of singular notes began the song, the ones you had been tinkering with earlier. They built up into a chord. Simple, the best lullabies were simple, even their introductions. Then, striking one chord to hold, you began to sing.

“Now close your eyes and hush your cries, though the dark surrounds you.”

You struck another chord as you savored the words, holding onto the notes just slightly. This was the first time you’d ever tasted them like this, and they were bittersweet. Luckily, the sound of your voice was greatly helped by the sound bouncing to and fro about the cliffside below, being returned back to you by the dark.

“Many have gone, and the night’s been long, but soon the sun will rise.” With your right hand, you layered in more chords to add a more firm compliment to your melody. The lyre wasn’t creating a happy sound, but not one that was overtly sad. She sounded melancholic, in a way. Somber, but also giving you a driving force for the next lines.

“Now comes the cold and horrors untold, the world torn asunder.”

Your fingers climbed the strings of your lute into a rising glissando, the other set of fingers adding a faint droning note to work off of.

"But Prince of Blue….

By the goddess, it was sad, wasn’t it? Dimitri. He was a tragic figure. Now more than ever you understood that as a fact.

“Stay brave, stay true…”

The discordant tri-tone shift downward propelled you forward, emotion pulling through your fingers and in your voice.

“The lion will prevail….”

Your voice pushed upwards a third, unraveling the melody into repeating itself.

“So don’t you cry...”

There was tension in the chord you hit, still. Unresolved conflict between the notes and the song, not one you had planned for, but it was right. Complete in the way that it was broken.

“Close your eyes…”

Another chord to compliment the echoed tri-tone shift, closer to what was needed to fulfill the sound, to make it whole, but not quite, not yet.

“Soon, the sun will rise.”

The instrumental resolution following that final phrase was simple, as simple as anything else. Three chords struck plain and not held. Sorrowful, but not dark. It hurt all the same, and as the final notes faded from your mind, you found that you wished they didn’t have to. It wasn’t the best song, and maybe it wasn’t even good, but that didn’t matter.

Your eyes were misty as you slowly pulled your lyre back against you, raising your gaze to look at your singular audience member. You’d never written a song for another person before, and certainly not like this. While performing you had felt a sense of separation, of strength and belief in your composition, but you suddenly realized that you had no idea what it might have sounded like. Making it even worse, Dimitri wore an expression you couldn’t read, his eyes fixed on you intently.

Anxiety twisted your insides as you waited for his deciding response, the seconds ticking by like years. Eventually, you found yourself too antsy to wait for him.

“Do you hate it?” you asked in a rush. “If you don’t like it I can… I can try another one, maybe a different type of song? Or different lyrics? Or….” Maybe this had been a bad idea, he had mentioned before that he wasn’t especially enthused about music in the first place. You had been too excitable about it. Too desperate. “You can be honest.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally told you, the words' stiff. “It wasn’t what I expected… I suppose that I’m the Prince of Blue?”

You nodded.

“And the lion?”

“Us, all of us. Together.”

“I see…”

“You can be honest.”

“It’s a lovely song. I… I’m sorry to admit that I didn’t expect that.” He even managed to sound apologetic. “I’ve never had much interest in music.”

Relief crashed through you, your shoulders drooping a bit as you relaxed. “Before knowing you, I hated warm up routines,” you replied, striving for a casual smile and tone. “So… Maybe there’s hope for you yet?”

Dimitri snorted at the idea, at the perceived ridiculousness. He was probably right.

“Okay, maybe not,” you admitted. “I promise you next year I’ll get you a really cool sword or something.”

“Next year…” he mused. His expression wasn’t dark, but leading into to unsafe territory. You could only begin to guess at what he imagined for his future.

“Things will be different then, huh?” you said, frowning. It hurt to think of him leaving, going off to be king, to think of the reason why he couldn’t make any promises. In a year there would be no more clandestine night time meetings, sanctified by the moon. “I suppose time must continue forward. But that… That’s okay, isn’t it?” you asked. Then, your head tipped towards him, an impish smile spreading across your face. “For now you should probably be more concerned about tea with Professor Byleth.”

Dimitri blinked, his eyes focusing, but he laughed. “That’s true, I-”

“Your Highness,” a familiar low voice said, cutting through Dimitri’s words. Dedue. He stood behind the two of you, wearing an obvious look of concern. Likely for the potentially precarious position Dimitri was in. “I’ve been searching for you. I wish you would alert me before going out, it isn’t safe.”

“Ah, my apologies, Dedue,” Dimitri responded, returning to his stiffly conversational way of speaking. Posture equally stiff, he turned and swing off of the fence to the solid ground. “I didn’t intend to be out so long. We should be getting back.” Dimitri turned his head to you. “And you as well.”

“Yes, it’s late isn’t it?” The sky-bound moon had dragged across the sky in the time you’d been too absorbed in your worldly moon to notice, showing how late it was. You swiveled and hopped back to the ground, holding your lyre safely beneath your cloak. The case was in your room, one of the worst signs of your internal turmoil. But… that was fine. You didn’t want to take the time to place your lyre back in her case that right then. Not when you’d just won a victory of sorts. Victory always made you a special kind of fool.

“Goodnight Dedue,” you said, bowing slightly to the tall man. “And… Goodnight Dimitri. Happy birthday. This years gonna be a good one, I can feel it.” Smiling, nervous, and a bit jittery, you rose to your toes and kissed his cheek. Quickly, too fast for him to respond in any way. Like that first victory, months ago. And, just like that time, you turned tail straight away to make your escape, endlessly grateful that your block of dormitory rooms was in the opposite direction from theirs.

You hummed all the way back, a lullaby.

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Tinder date anon here (again!): write more please!

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Ahhh can you believe that a few days ago I literally went like ‘I need to write something christmass-y for Ivar’, and then I wrote it and then you asked… so… this is low key creepily magical!

But on a more serious note, my period has started (TMI), so if you want anything with Ivar, because that is my actual mood, I am more than happy to write and in the meanwhile I hope you’ll like this little babe!

Have a nice day!

WARNINGS: Family Drama, Abandonment Issues, Problematics Relatives, Talk of Medical Problems and Family at Christmas In General (also I know… I am the only person who can write Christmas fic… AFTER CHRISTMAS).

You hadn’t expected this to happen so quickly.

But when Ivar had asked you to come to meet his family for Christmas’ Eve dinner, you hadn’t been able to reject the proposal, mostly when you, yourself, had no plans for it…

… and you would have loved nothing more than to spend it with your boyfriend.

So, it was all settled, although you had had to rush all your gifts for his bothers and his parents, since he had let you know about the proposal only a week before Christmas.

‘I didn’t want to seem like an obsessed kind of type…’ he had mumbled, once you had asked the reason behind his timing ‘… I didn’t want you to feel rushed’.

Well you certainly weren’t feeling rushed for that, but it didn’t mean that you weren’t feeling less anxious about meeting Ivar’s big family, although you already knew Hvitserk, who was fine and nice, once you understood how to take him.

(And to ignore the condoms laying around all over his and Ivar’s shared house, which had come quite handy a few times).

‘… well then you have seen the worst of us’ had mumbled Ivar, after you had asked him to prepare you for what you were going to have to deal with ‘… Ubbe is nice, if you ignore the fact that he is annoying as hell and that his wife is a bitch, Sigurd is a bitch, but he is not a threat, and Bjorn won’t probably come…’.

The fact was that you weren’t exactly worried by Ivar’s brothers.

Who truly worried you was Aslaugh, Ivar’s beloved mother.

If you were Ivar’s love, Aslaugh had been his first love and you could see with the way he constantly talked about her, valuing her opinion as if it was the Law which both irritated you and made you anxious about her opinion of you.

Would she consider you not enough for his son?

And what would Ivar do in that case?

Would he discard you without a second thought or would he dare to go against his beloved mother’s opinion?

You had tried to push any of those thoughts down, but the day you had had to get ready to reach Ivar’s childhood house, they all came back to you and you tried not to panic hard in front of Ivar and Hvitserk, who were the calmest, even going as far as joking around, rather brotherly.

And you were tying not to throw up, in the car.

When you finally arrived, you tried to focus on the luggage that needed to be brought inside, helping Hvitserk, meanwhile Ivar insisted he could get also something.

‘You are wearing heels, woman, for Odin’s sake!’ he swore, looking at your polished booties, which you had worn to try to impress Asluagh with a classier look, having stalked her profile on Instagram to try to match her style, in order to impress her.

‘I can handle, sweetie’ your tone was sickly sweet, and Ivar sent you a confused look, before he turned around, giving up on his mission and going to knock on the polished door of the beautiful manor.

Although Hvitserk and Ivar referred to it as a simple ‘house’, for you it was a manor, with a perfect garden and even a swimming pool, which Hvitserk had suggested you used for the traditional ‘Lothbrock Christmas Swimming’, on Christmas morning.

You followed Ivar a few minutes later, with your backpack on your shoulder, carrying two suitcases (yours and Ivar, trying not to swirl and fall onto the iced surface, since all around the manor there was snow, in a beautiful winter-y atmosphere that looked like it was brought out of a winter legend.

It wasn’t Asluagh that opened the door, but an elderly man, although he looked as handsome as he had been in his earliest years, but his age was evident, alongside the wolfish grin he held, taking you in, although surprise quickly blossomed in your eyes as Ivar’s hand tangled with yours.

Your boyfriend, also, seemed surprised by the vision and it was Hvitserk who made the man known also to you, gently saluting him:

“Hey dad!” he muttered, quickly hugging him, as he dragged himself and the rest of the luggage inside, leaving you and Ivar blinking for the surprise “… didn’t know you would be there”.

And apparently didn’t Ivar, who after a first moment of holding his eternal grudge, moved in, bringing you alongside him, grabbing ahold of his luggage, trying to avoid with expertise his father, who still managed to catch him.

And more importantly: you caught his attention.

“Hello there, Ivar!” mumbled his father, once he got away from Hivtserk’s hug, who soon moved away towards what you thought was the kitchen “… and you brought a little friend”.

You didn’t know much about Ivar’s father: he had abandoned his family after Ivar’s birth. but he had still tried to be present in his sons’ lives.

At least economically.

“… dad, I thought you were dead” mumbled Ivar, no sarcastic tone his voice, and Ragnar quickly realized that he wasn’t welcome there, as his son quickly sprinted away, suggesting he was tired and would bring the suitcases to his room, on the first floor.

Leaving you with a rather sad Ragnar.

“He is just tired, he tends to get grumpy when he is tired” you tried to justify the situation, not even knowing why you were trying, but feeling a bit bad for the man: he wouldn’t have won best father of the year, but he had showed up “… I mean he is constantly grumpy…”.

“That’s the Ivar I know!” smirked Ragnar, softly as if he was remembering sweeter times, before gently offering his big hand to you “… I am Ragnar by the way, Ivar’s asshole dad”.

“I am (Y/N)” you mumbled, accepting the hand graciously “… Ivar’s…”.

“Oh you must be (Y/N)” a chirping voice exited the kitchen and a blonde girl a bit older than you appeared with an older woman that you recognized as Aslaugh: they both looked like they came from a cookie batch competition, but Aslaugh managed to seem regal even covered head-to-toe in flour.

She looked at your cryptically and for a minute.

You were wondering whether she was analyzing each flaw she could find, but then she gently smiled at you.

“Poor (Y/N)” she mumbled, pushing Margrethe, the blonde girl, which you had recognized as Ubbe’s wife a bit away from you“… five minutes she is in here, and she already gets stalked like an animal… I am sorry for my husband and son’s behavior, mostly Ivar’s, he should know better than to leave a woman, alone…”.

Ragnar found this as his cue to move away, sending you one last smirk at you, as if he knew all too well that you were going to go through a lot

“He was a bit tired and said he would have gone to his room to lay down” you suggested trying to shift the conversation away from you, having received more attention than you had hoped for, since Margrethe also kept on looking at you, definitely trying to find any weak point you owned.

“Still… he knows better than to come here, without at least letting his poor mother that he is still alive” she mumbled, huffing annoyed, although you could detect a bit of worry in her tone “… I also am rather sorry for not properly presenting myself to you: I am Aslaugh, Ivar’s mother… I hoped he told you this at least, and I would gladly hold your hand, but… I have flour in places I didn’t know flour could get…”.

You laughed, a bit relieved that Aslaugh was this fun and gently nodded, before you showed her the direction, Ivar had gone to, although you felt like she already knew, getting Margrethe to grab your coat and show you the wardrobe where you could store that.

‘I’ll check on my son a few minutes and then we can meet in the kitchen for a few cookies, hoping Hivtserk hasn’t eaten all of them, in the meantime, you and Margrethe can have a good talk over tea’.

You doubted you could have a ‘meaningful’ conversation with Margrethe, although you’d have to admit that you were used to ‘small talk’ having had to deal with Elaine all your college and work life, but you still didn’t like it, in the slightest.

Also, with the ‘totally weirded-out’ look she kept on sending your way, you didn’t feel in the slightest at ease with her, although you could understand why.

Ivar had confessed you that one of the reason why he didn’t feel comfortable having sex, was that once he had tried to hit it off with Margrethe (‘I was young and stupid and all my brothers had had their own experiences with women… it made me feel… self-conscious’) and he hadn’t been able to ‘raise up to the occasion’.

And Margrethe had laughed at him, taunting him enough that sex for him had been a rather taboo topic and only lately he had been more open even getting some control visit to see if it was truly some kind physiological problematics or simply psychological.

So, you understood that the blonde girl was trying to understand what you were staying with Ivar for.

“Oh Gosh, we weren’t certainly expecting you” her voice was slightly noisy and you couldn’t help but feel like it had some haughty tone that made you feel even more at unease and were secretly thankful that Aslaugh quickly reappeared.

“… but I am definitely glad that you are here, (Y/N)” her tone held an immediate warmness that you couldn’t help but appreciate, feeling more at ease, as she joined you on the table you had set down onto, before she quickly grabbed from an ‘hidden location’, as she called it, a jar of cookies “… and my son will join us shortly, I gave him quite my piece of mind about not leaving his pretty girl all alone, I was once also all alone in some stranger’s house, so I know it can be intimidating”.

You dared a shy smile at her, meanwhile Margrethe applied onto her face a smile of circumstance.

“Thank you, I truly appreciate it, but I stopped trying to get Ivar to do what I want… he will… eventually” you joked and Aslaugh laughed lightly, before adding.

“He was also a stubborn child” and then her eyes grew a bit sadder, a memory flashing in them “… he had to be, because… of how he was born”.

“… it never stopped him from doing what he wanted” you reassured Aslaugh and she sent a small smile at you, gripping your hand.

The sudden gesture made you flush lightly and you were happy when Ivar appeared on the kitchen threshold, quickly setting himself between you and Aslaugh, donning both you and his mother with a quick kiss onto your cheeks.

“Oh cookies…” he mumbled, trying to grab some from the jar, but Aslaugh slapped off his hand “… ouch… mom!”.

“Cookies are for people who don’t leave their girlfriends all alone” she mumbled, and you smirked a bit, meanwhile Ivar just flushed and pushed himself a bit closer to you, something which didn’t go unnoticed to the other women in the room.

The cookies didn’t go unnoticed so long to Hvitserk, who walked in the kitchen fascinated by the smell of freshly baked cookies, fighting with Margrethe for cookies, meanwhile you slipped one of yours to Ivar, who kissed your hand in a gentleman way to thank you.

“Sorry for having left you there…” he whispered softly into your ear “… I just wasn’t expecting him to be here”.

You simply patted one of his hand, before dragging him closer, in an almost kiss.

“… just don’t do it again” and then pushed him lightly away from you, making him giggle, and he managed to set a little kiss on your forehead.

“… cross my heart and hope to die” he whispered back, softly kissing your cheek, meanwhile Margrethe looked at you half disgusted and half weirded out “… do you think that Margrethe has something stuck in her eyes?”.

“Only her dignity” you mumbled, gaining an immediate smirk by Ivar, as Hvitserk joined your side, hoping to gain some cookies, with his puppy eyes, but he didn’t get none, moving onto trying to plead Aslaugh, who eventually relented.

“… oh, by the way, where are Ubbe and Sigurd?” asked Hvitserk, mouth half full of cookies, probably to know if he should just rush in eating the rest of the cookies before they came back from wherever they had gone, or if he could consume them more calmly.

“They went out grocery shopping, for a few missing things for the dinner” which low key surprised you since Aslaugh didn’t seem the type who missed anything for her ‘perfect dinner’ and soon Ivar solved the enigma.

“… they went to get dad a Christmas present, didn’t they?”.

Aslaugh nodded darkly, before some softness washed over her face.

“He just came here a few days ago, saying that old age is making him value what truly matter and what doesn’t”.

“It never seemed to stop him before” muttered darkly Ivar, gaining an annoyed look by Aslaugh “… oh c’mon, mom, you certainly can’t be happy to see him here, he left you! For another woman!”.

“I am certainly not happy to have him, here” her tone was stone cold, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were an outside to all this drama “… but I still have to recognize that he is your father, and he still deserves to see you and make peace with you, before it’s too late”.

Something broke in Ivar’s eyes and he relented in the word-fight with Aslaugh, meanwhile Hvitserk stopped eating his beloved cookies, probably understanding the graveness of the situation.

“… I still… it is strange…” mumbled Ivar.

“Well, then get used to strangeness because he is going to stick around at least till tomorrow morning” Aslaugh now donned her motherly tone and Ivar didn’t seem to have any intention to disobey her, meanwhile Hvitserk stood on his toe a bit more upright “… and now won’t you help me setting up dinner?”.

—

You couldn’t help but feel definitely inexperienced about dinners once Aslaugh got everything ready for the night, mostly because she made it seem so easily, as it it wasn’t something that came from experience or such.

Margrethe was quickly able to follow her commands, meanwhile you were extremely clueless and were glad for Hvitserk and Ivar’s back up in the kitchen, since they had also been put to use (‘I didn’t raise my sons to be some annoying sofa-warmers’ had mumbled Aslaugh, ordering them to get ready the vegetables).

But what made the experience even more nerve-wracking was the constant chit-chat going on between you and Aslaugh, which seemed harmless, but again… you didn’t want to fail her interrogation.

She asked a few personal questions of circumstance, asking whether you were still in college or working, and what you did, if you liked it or were aiming for something more., probably trying to sound out whether you were a gold digger or not.

Then she pushed the themes onto your and Ivar’s relationship, involving also her son in the questions: how long they had been together for, how they had met (Hvitserk bumped in this question, explaining the entire ‘tinder date’ thing, gaining quite the annoyed look by Aslaugh) and if you felt well together.

“Aren’t three months a bit too little for meeting the family?” asked naively Margrethe, the tone calm only onto the surface, under it, there was some kind of intent to break her apart to see what was going down, behind closed door.

“Ahem… yes…” you honestly wanted to reply that it was ‘none of her business’, and it was what Ivar’s face said, but you thought ‘kill her with kindness’ “… but I felt like I was personally ready for it, and Ivar didn’t make me feel rushed into this, so I think that timing only counts when you feel like it”.

Margrethe looked like she had been smacked, meanwhile Aslaugh gave you a soft smile.

“Ah, you are completely right, (Y/N)!” she smirked, before moving her examining glance to Margrethe “… also weren’t you and Ubbe already ‘dating’ a few weeks after having met, and with ‘dating’ I meant that you were coming over here, and acting like you owned the place”.

That seemed to shush her for quite a bit, for which you were thankful, because it made the conversation more lighthearted.

Finally, at 5 p.m. the two wandering brothers came home, bringing some grocery bags, meanwhile they hid badly a bag form a jewelry store, as they passed a horrendous Christmas card with a sloth to Ivar and Hvitserk to sign it.

And meanwhile this happened, they presented themselves to you: Ubbe in a more heartwarmingly way, even going as far as to hug you, meanwhile Sigurd simply gripped your hand in a loose shake, looking at you as if he had a unicorn in front of him.

And then they moved onto their brothers, giving a similar treatment as they had done with you, with Ubbe hugging warmly his brothers, before he moved onto kissing softly Margrethe and you almost shipped them, then and there.

Meanwhile also Sigurd hugged Hvitserk, he simply acknowledged Ivar, with a look of hostility in his eyes.

“… we weren’t expecting you to bring her, here” he muttered, more a whisper than actually anything, not wanting to be heard by you and Aslaugh, who was looking through the groceries “… we all thought she was some kind of fake joke…”.

Before Ivar could kill him, you gently pushed him back, suggesting you went to change for the dinner, gaining a little nod of approval by Aslaugh, who suggested that she brought you both the towels and something to wear.

You didn’t know what she meant with ‘something to wear’ but simply nodded, pushing Ivar away from the kitchen and Sigurd.

As you were under closed doors, and you had actually smashed your face against Ivar’s fluffy comforter, thankful for a few minutes alone with your mind, before Ivar smashed against you, making you let out a loud ‘ouch’ and him a laugh, as he kissed onto your neck to ease the pain.

You moved to face him and kiss him, gently, feeling him melt against you and you gently smashed your finger into his hair, getting a low moan from his chest.

“… we are making out like two teenagers, and we are even in your childhood room” you joked meanwhile he started nibling onto your neck, his way of releasing stress from Sigurd’s affirmation was to worship your body, getting lost in it.

“You are the first one” he blushed, shyly, his inexperience always surprising you, even more when he would kiss you like that.

“Am I not lucky?” you giggled softly, pushing him softly away, to get a look at your luggage, in order to decide what to wear, meanwhile Ivar got himself in the shower, as you told him to shout if he needed any help “… also what was your mother meaning with ‘sending us some clothes for dinner’”.

“Oh, mom is probably going to lend you some clothes, nothing on your fashion style, but she has her own clothing etiquette for Christmas Eve dinner…” he shouted from the shower, before water poured over his voice.

Although it was obvious that Aslaugh didn’t mean it badly, the clothing thing still made you feel a bit at unease, both for the lending and both for the clothing and as you were in the shower, you heard Ubbe walking in the room and quickly exchanging a few words with Ivar.

And when you walked in, Ivar was already in his expensive suit, and your elegant burgundy dress was waiting for you: it was rather conservative and definitely a bit different from what you were expecting.

“Is this your mother? Or does she buy new clothes for your girlfriends’ each year?” you mumbled “… because I don’t know which is creepier”:

“They are some of her oldest dresses, and she adapts the one she doesn’t use whether for charity or friends” Ivar explained to you, meanwhile he helped you adjust the dress, pushing the zip up, meanwhile he laid one last soft kiss at your neck.

“Is there something that your mom can’t do?” you mumbled a bit worried that you couldn’t ever be half as amazing as her.

“Stop us from screaming at each other, each dinner” he joked, before he made you turn to him and look at him “… and you shouldn’t compare yourself to her: I know that you are fucking nervous, but you are the most perfect thing that has ever happened to me, whether my mom approves or not”.

“I am still…” you mumbled, lowering your eyes, just for Ivar to push them up.

“You are perfect, never ever fucking forget that” and then he entangled your elbows together “… now let’s go to eat, hoping Hvitserk hasn’t eaten everything”.

You giggled and dragged your handsome man by his tie, meanwhile he smirked at you.

Once you were down the only thing that had stopped Hvitserk from eating anything on the table was the fact that Aslaugh was looking at him like she would straight up disown him had he through about eating anything, before everyone was down there.

After you and Ivar, followed Ubbe and Margrethe who had changed in a stunning icy blue dress, that highlighted her delightful completion and her pretty eyes: you were almost jealous, hadn’t Ivar sent her the same look he had given in the lamp, illuminating the stairs.

Last but not least came Ragnar, who just looked around curiously, probably checking his sons’ reactions to his presence, smirking softly at each of them, trying to avoid the pure hate glares he received and you couldn’t help but pity him a tiny bit.

As you settled down you were sat on Ivar’s right, meanwhile Aslaugh set up on his left and Ragnar onto your left, and in front of you there was Sigurd, on his left Hvitserk and on his right Margrethe and Ubbe.

It all started with a little appetizer, alongside wine, for which you were grateful, because the situation was kind of awkward: Ivar kept on looking at Ragnar, as did Aslaugh, but whereas she was more checking whether he was still there or not, Ivar was sending him his constant reminder that he wasn’t welcomed.

As did Ubbe and Sigurd.

Hvitserk was too bothered by sniffling the appetizers, meanwhile Margrethe had set herself up on the most distant place of the table to avoid the drama, which was a smarter move than you would have thought from someone like her.

In all this you tried to keep polite conversation between your two in-laws, not wanting to get on their nerves.

Ragnar mostly seemed interested into knowing details of your relationship, as a proud father would, sending rather shiny grins over at Ivar as if to say “that’s my boy”, meanwhile Aslaugh tried to keep the conversation also on you, asking your interests and hobbies and suddenly your worst nightmare had become true.

You were the center of attention.

And you were secretly thankful when Aslaugh had to take a bit of a break to gather the first dish, bringing alongside Ragnar, asking for his help with bringing the plates and you were already full but were thankful for the distraction that broke the main conversation in different smaller groups.

You risked spitting out all your wine, when Sigurd talked next, staring blatantly at you.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore we all know that the only way Ivar can land a girl like you is through money”.

“Excuse me” you shot back, pushing your glass of wine down, because you were quite sure that you would have certainly splashed Sigurd with it “… I don’t think I heard what you said quite right”.

“You either are doing it for money or for pity, I am sure” he mumbled back and, you were extremely thankful that you had put down your glass.

“I am sorry but that is none of your business first of all” you mumbled, meanwhile Ubbe tried to stop Ivar from getting up “… and second of all, you might not see it, but Ivar has qualities and I am with him for that, not for money or pity”.

“Oh, you’d be the first one to like Ivar because of his personality” mumbled Sigurd, his tone sarcastic and your tone immediately matched his, in your reply.

“At least he has one, unlike someone else” and with a roll of your eyes you sent him a look that meant that that ‘someone’ was him.

Silence fell down upon the table, but you felt Ivar’s hand gently push itself onto your thigh in an attempt to calm you down, but you were far too gone and turned to him, kissing him on the lips furiously.

You weren’t the expressive couple in the slightest, both you and Ivar taking PDA to a bare minimum, although you would always have your hands on each other, in a subtle and elegant way.

But you just felt like in that moment it was the right thing to do, and as soon as Ivar’s plush lips were onto yours, you were very much in heaven and only separated at a slow clapping of hands, found Ragnar looking at you even more fatherly-proud.

Ivar quickly hid his head into the crook of your neck and you were almost thankful when Aslaugh walked in bringing the first dish, completely disrupting the attention from you and Ivar, although you still felt Sigurd’s eyes following you, meanwhile Margrethe blushed, hiding her gaze behind her hands.

“… what did I miss?” asked Alsaugh, noticing the strange silence.

Hvitserk was halfway through opening his mouth full of food to answer, when Ivar kicked his knee under the table effectively shushing him.

“Nothing mom” mumbled Ubbe.

You were able to continue the dinner without a hitch, although you still felt self-conscious about your ‘excessive’ reaction to Sigurd’s provocation, but Ivar was smirking as brightly as the sun, staring all victoriously at Sigurd, meanwhile he twirled a knife in his hands.

The conversation helped you a bit, since it quickly shuffled onto more ordinary stuff and you were more than grateful to be chosen to be the one who had to help Aslaugh in the kitchen.

And she immediately noticed it.

“Ahh, my boys can be quite ‘too much’, sometimes” she mumbled, taking a huge gulp of wine “… and when Ragnar is with them, it is even worse”.

“I am sure that everything is alright” you mumbled, taking your own gulp of wine, meanwhile Aslaugh got the meat out of the oven, as you brought some plates where she could put it once it was cute “… and I honestly feel almost bad for Ragnar…”.

“I don’t want to risk on sounding like a vengeful woman: but it’s what he deserves for running away for all these years” although Aslaugh was trying to keep her tone calm and posed like she always did, there was some rage beneath it, and you just retired yourself back, helping her bring out the dishes.

The dinner continued calmly, and then once you had all washed the plates and collected the tablecloth to scroll it down for the crumbs, effectively moping them away meanwhile the boys helped set up the fire in the chimney, you all came around it to share your gifts.

The first ones to receive them were Aslaugh and Ragnar: all the boys had teamed up at least for the gifts, choosing a beautiful pendant in glass for Aslaugh, which looked like it was handmade, resembling a rose.

Ragnar instead received the jewelry bag, you had seen that afternoon and seemed more than delighted just at the appearance of the bag, as if he hadn’t expected the gift, being even more surprised as it turned out as a pretty watch, expensive from the little golden inserts.

He looked like he was about to cry at the thoughtful gifts and received a few small smiles by his older sons, meanwhile both Sigurd and Ivar kept themselves indifferent, although you felt Ivar gripping gently your hand a bit tighter, excited to see his father happy, although he didn’t want to let him see his happiness.

He wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Then the boys passed to share their gifts with each other.

You and Ivar had chosen together the gifts, dividing the brothers, you would take Sigurd and Hvitserk (since it was impossible to hide something from that idiot) and Ivar would take Ubbe and Margrethe.

In the end you had gone with two tickets for Hvitserk’s favorite soccer team and a little music playbook for Sigurd, which you had embellished with some music sheet you had found online, as a way to let the playbook feel more familiar (you almost thought he didn’t deserve it for the stuff he had pulled at dinner).

Meanwhile Ivar had chosen a two-days-trip to one luxurious spa, which seemed to please Margrethe, who wasn’t certainly expecting this, from Ivar.

You were also surprised to receive gifts, because your presence had been announced much later: Ubbe and Margrethe gifted you two pair of golden earrings shaped as stars and Hvitserk gave you and Ivar a ‘tasting experience’ for a luxurious restaurant (although you were well aware that his first option had been a ‘vibrator’, but Ivar had literally threatened to change the locks of their shared house, had he chosen that gift).

Even Sigurd gifted you of a little something: a beaded headband, elegant and classy, matching your style.

You were surprised but hastily took it, even trying it on, as Ivar complimented the look, sending a slightly softer look at his brother, who blushed, his eyes speaking of unspoken apologies.

And even more weirdly, both Aslaugh and Ragnar had a gift for you: the latter one gave you a pretty flower vintage dress, this time, completely new and suiting you perfectly, a famous brand in the little label.

‘Oh, I don’t know if I got the measurements right! If you ever need to chan…’ and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from hugging the woman, almost immediately regretting the decision till she hugged you back.

Ragnar’s gift was instead for you both: a trip to England, in one of his lofts (at which Ivar huffed in an annoyance, but you thanked your father-in-law, since you had always wished to visit England again).

Many more gifts were exchanged, and the things got a bit out of hand as also Floki and Helga joined the night, and you were swept off the floor as Floki brought you in a bone-crushing hug, meanwhile Helga giggled softly.

Although you were happy, and Ivar was literally the most at ease you had ever seen him, you had to retire a bit outside, in order to calm yourself down, with the excuse for a toilet break, from anyone.

Ivar followed you, gaining the wolf-whistles of his brothers, who joked about ‘what you truly were going to do in that bathroom’.

You went out, Ivar donning his coat onto your shoulder, since you had forgotten about it, a bit too warmed by the niceness of this new family.

“I am sorry if it was a bit too much” mumbled softly Ivar, gently getting a few sweaty strands away from your face, meanwhile you shook your head.

“No no, it was perfect” and softly kissed his face, meanwhile he scrunched his nose, faking that he didn’t like your affection “… I just… they are low key all so… welcoming”.

“It went better than I expected” he mumbled, meanwhile you adjusted your hair “… with you by my side, everything is better”.

“Flatterer” you mumbled, and made to go back inside, knowing that Ivar couldn’t handle the cold for long, but then he stopped you and got something out of his pocket, a small box.

Breath got stuck in your lungs, but Ivar quickly reassured you.

“It isn’t what you think I swear, but I felt like I just had to get you another little thing for Christmas…” you were a bit at loss of words: you had made a deal about getting a simple gift for each other for Christmas, since you didn’t want to disappoint the other “… oh c’mon! I know that you got me that Viking book, other than the beautiful tie”.

You blushed being caught red-handed, but still didn’t do anything else.

“You didn’t have to get me…” you mumbled, but Ivar shut you up with a slightly angered look.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore, I am low key anxious that you won’t like it!”.

And you finally opened the box to reveal a little necklace with a ladybug on it, Ivar’s silly nickname for you, because according to him ‘you were his lucky-charm’.

You sighed a bit at the prettiness of the golden beauty, before Ivar suggested to help you put it on, and he adjusted it, gently giving a soft kiss to the back of your neck, as he slipped another bigger present from one of the pocket of your coat, making you send him an exasperated look.

“Oh, c’mon! This one is for us both!” he mumbled, blushing distinctively the reddest you had ever seen, as you revealed under the elegant box a simple set of burgundy lingerie.

“Is this a sign that you want to try?” you tried to be the most delicate possible with your words.

And Ivar grabbed softly your hand, pushing up to kiss your lips again.

“… didn’t I tell you? You are my lucky-charm, little ladybug!”.

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pennylanefics · 4 years

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winter things

a/n: this is inspired by ariana grande’s song :)

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ben

- now that halloween is over, you and ben decided to get decorating for christmas right away. since you would be spending thanksgiving with your family in america, there was no need to decorate for it in your home. plus, everyone knows that christmas starts on the first of november.

so, you dug up all the boxes of decorations while ben got out the tree. and away you went.

you started out by decorating the fireplace mantle and living room in general, hanging up a wreath on the front door and covering the stairs in garland.

after ben had set up the tree, you two took a break to make some lunch and watch elf, which you chose. after that was over, ben put on some christmas music and you two began to decorate the tree.

the lights went up first, ben strung them to the tree while you handed him the next portion so he wouldn’t get it all tangled.

“you wanna plug them in and see if they work?” ben asks. you think for a moment before answering.

“no. let’s wait until the tree is completely finished.” ben huffs dramatically but goes along with it. the music continues to play as you begin littering the tree with ornaments.

finally, after an hour and a half, the tree was finished and you were exhausted.

“it looks great,” you say, plopping onto the couch, staring at it from afar. ben tuts his finger and pulls you to stand up.

“we still have to light it up.” your eyes widen in happiness as you run over to the plug laying near the socket while ben turns the lights in the living room off. it was now starting to get dark, so it was the perfect time to light it up.

“ready?” you call out to ben.

“yep.” the room brightens as the lights come to life, completing the look properly. standing, you run over to hug ben, taking a moment to admire the work you two did all afternoon.

“perfect,” ben whispers against your forehead. your eyes drop close in content, the smell of frosted cranberry wafting through the air from the candle you lit, along with ben’s cologne, it finally felt like home.

“our first christmas together in our new home,” you smile, gazing up at him joyfully. he leans down and kisses your lips quickly, but suddenly, as the song on the tv ends and another one comes on, ben grabs your hips, turning you to face him, and begins to slow dance.

all i want for christmas is you by michael buble started playing and ben swayed both of you side to side as it continued.

“i love you,” he murmurs. you raise your head to look at him and he begins quietly singing along, making you smile even wider.

“i love you too, ben.” he grins and pulls you in for another kiss, his hands making their way lower to grab your butt. “okay cheeky. don’t start something you can’t finish babe.” he leans back a little and raises his eyebrows.

“is that a challenge?” he asks, giving your butt a soft squeeze. you gasp as he pushes your body into his. “because if so, then i will start something.”

peter

- “come on, it’ll be fun!” peter begs you.

“i don’t want to fall and hurt myself.”

“i’ll make sure you don’t fall. please!?” he prolongs. sighing, you finally give in by placing your hand over his mouth.

“fine, i’ll go with you.” peter immediately breaks into a huge smile and hugs you. and that’s how you found yourself at the ice rink right out of albert square. you and peter had bundled up quite a bit since it was freezing out.

“we better be getting hot chocolate after this,” you say to him as you slide your skates on.

“of course, love. anything for you.” you roll your eyes and try to stand, but your ankle begins to twist a bit. peter is quick to catch you, keeping you upright and steady.

“you ready?” he asks.

“no.”

“oh come on, it’ll be fine.” he begins to drag you over to the entrance and steps onto the ice first, holding his hands out for you. taking them, you place one foot on the slippery surface and follow with the second, finding it quite easy once you get used to it.

“this isn’t so bad, right?” peter jokes, winking cheekily at you.

“oh shut it.” you two skate around the rink together, one other couple being the only people there, and you soon forget about the chance of falling and hurting yourself. peter keeps his hands in yours just for safety, but he soon lets go of you to skate ahead and stop.

“what are you doing?’ you ask. he raises his eyebrows as you close in on him, stopping once you come face to face with him. his hands fall to your waist and he slowly leans in. you take the hint and meet him in the middle for a kiss.

“i’m glad i decided to come today,” you whisper after pulling away. peter grins softly and strokes your cheek.

“i told you it’d be fun and that i would protect you, didn’t i?”

warren

- “where is everyone going?” warren asks you as you exit your room next to his, following everyone outside. you hand him a pair of gloves and tell him to go get a coat.

“okay, why?” he asks again once he returns to where you stand, waiting for him.

“when it snows, we all go out and build snowmen, have snowball fights, make snow angels. although i think you’ll win at the last one,” you wink, grabbing his hands and dragging him outside with you.

“when did it snow?”

“last night. when you were passed out after i cleaned your wings.” he nods and reaches down to pick up a handful of snow.

“you know, i’ve never experienced snow before. i’ve seen it, but i was always in a cage,” warren shortly explains his troubled past. “it’s so weird to think how much my life has changed.” you grin and take ahold of his hands, rubbing your gloved thumbs over his own gloved hands.

“well, you never have to go through that again. now come on, let’s build a snowman!” you run off excitedly, finding an untouched area. warren slowly walked over to you, confused as to what to do.

“okay, so you basically gather a bunch of snow and make it into a ball, or try to. then you make a medium-sized one, and a smaller one to complete it. we can use sticks, acorns, and leaves for the face and arms.” warren stares at you in adoration for a few seconds before stepping in to help.

from afar, the rest of your friends group watched you two work together, not being able to believe how you were able to bring the best out in warren.

after about forty-five minutes, you two were done and happy with the end product. warren pulled you into his arms, wrapping his wings around the both of you to provide warmth.

“you did pretty good for having never made a snowman before,” you say to warren, looking up at him. he smiles and rests his head on yours.

“it was fun. but, you’re shivering, so let’s go back inside and warm up.”

“cuddling under a bunch of covers and drinking hot chocolate?” you offer. warren raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“actually, i had a different idea, though it does involve us under a cover.”

walter

- “are you alright, (y/n)?” walter rushes to you. you had just traveled from your home in liverpool to his home in london. the worst thing was that it was the middle of winter, so the ride was miserable. your skin was almost frozen and your cheeks were bright red.

“y-yes,” you mumble, running straight into his arms to hug him. he begins to rub your back to warm you up, feeling how cold you are instantly.

“you’re not okay, love. you’re freezing.”

“that is what happens when you travel across the country in the middle of winter,” you try to lighten the mood by laughing. walter, however, doesn’t think it’s funny and brings you straight over to the unlit fireplace.

“stay put while i make a fire and then some tea.” you nod and rub your hands together to create some warmth for the time being. once walter has the fire going, he walks away for a moment, only to drape a blanket over your shoulders.

“thank you,” you whisper, pulling it tight around you. he finally disappears into the kitchen to start the tea. you were growing warmer by the second, but you needed one thing, and it wasn’t the tea.

“here you are, my love,” walter says, handing you a cup of the steaming drink. again, you thank him and take a small sip, being careful of the temperature. walter takes a seat next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

“are you thawing out?” he asks jokingly. you chuckle and nod, resting your head on his chest.

“cuddle with me for a while?” you beg. walter presses a kiss to your forehead and wraps his other arm around you to bring you closer.

“of course, my love.”

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daydreamingfics · 4 years

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Friends Don’t | Seungmin

Genre: fluff (friends to lovers)

Warnings: couple swear words

Word Count: 1,167

Inspiration: ‘Friends Don’t’ by Maddie & Tae (lyrics are between the lines)

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz

You gazed up at the ceiling now fully awake and wishing that the relentless caller would just take a hint and give up. This would make the third time that your phone had gone off in the past fifteen minutes, and it was becoming increasingly more onerous to ignore the unwelcomed annoyance. As your mind went over all the possibilities of who could be calling at such an ungodly hour, your phone started going off again. This time, however, you were going to answer and give whoever it was a piece of your mind.

“Yes?” you let out in a croaky whisper. The gruffiness in your voice taking you by surprise as you pulled the phone back slightly and cleared your throat. A full minute passed as you awaited a retort from the caller. There definitely was someone on the line as you could hear shuffling around along with a few mumbled voices in the background. However, they had yet to acknowledge that you’d even spoken. “Uhm, Hello?” you tried again only to be met with silence.

“Look, it’s way too early in the morning for this! So just fuck off, and do not call me again!” you asserted in a dry tone. Right as your finger hovered over the end button, a voice made you halt and place the device back to your ear. Perhaps being woken from your sleep in the wee hours of the morning was causing you to hallucinate, but the person sounded familiar.

”Y/N, Hey, don’t hang up! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you had picked up this time. I mean, it’s only my fourth time trying to get ahold of you!” the voice hollered out.

“Seungmin? What the hell! I thought someone was prank calling me. I was so close to losing my shit just now. And believe me, I know precisely how many times you’ve called.” you expressed with a lighthearted chuckle as all feelings of resentment towards the persistent caller quickly evaporated once you realized who it was. You’d gladly give up sleep if it meant you’d have a few moments to talk to Seungmin.

“Oh no, please not the wrath I beg of you.” the boy responded with pure sarcasm in his tone. You were used to him not taking your ’wrath’ seriously as he'd often joke that you looked adorable when you were upset. A sentiment that never failed to make a million and one butterflies flutter in your stomach. You couldn’t accurately pinpoint when your feelings for your best friend first started developing, but somewhere along the way, you began wondering what dating Seungmin would be like. He was kind, thoughtful, hardworking, and always kept you laughing. Even with his taxing schedule, he’d always find time to check on you and ensure that you were included in his world. Seungmin indeed was the epitome of boyfriend material, yet you did your best to push those emotions aside. You didn't want to ruin your friendship over a ridiculous crush that was most likely one-sided. There were times when you felt as if he did feel the same, but you’d hate to bring it up and be wrong. Or even worse, friend-zoned.

Friends don't call you in the middle of the night Couldn't even tell you why They just felt like saying "hi"

“Y/N, did you hear anything I just said, or are you being a meany and ignoring me?” Seungmin interrogated mockingly.

”Guilty as charged, sorry. But in my defense, it is past one in the morning here. Did you forget that there’s a sizable time difference between us, or do you just live for interrupting my beauty sleep?” you remarked in jest.

”Well, for one, you’re already beautiful, so there’s no need for any so-called beauty sleep. And, I honestly spaced on the time difference. We’ve been in rehearsals all day, and as soon as we got a break...I immediately called you. I wanted to say hi. Plus, I miss you.” Seungmin expressed. You were glad that the boy had elected to call instead of FaceTime because there was no way you’d be able to hide the effect that his words were having on you.

”You’re just saying that, but thank you. And it’s okay, who needs sleep? I missed you more, so I'm glad to hear your voice.” you chirped.

“Good, because I uh well, I actually have something to tell you as well. I was going to wait until your visit... but I don’t think it can wait for another two-weeks. Plus, I’m going to just do this before I lose my nerve... again.” The boy let out nervously. You could feel your stomach drop as you feared the worst. The lump already forming in the back of your throat, as endless scenarios played in your head. What if the news was that he had started dating someone or worse, he no longer wanted to be friends with you?

“Oh? Uh, what is it?” You asked timidly.

“Actually, I think it’d be better if I can actually see you when I say this... can we FaceTime?” Seungmin questioned.

“Uh, sure. Just give me a couple minutes to make myself somewhat presentable?” you responded to which the boy agreed. The plan was for you to FaceTime him when you were ready. The anticipation of the news had you on edge, yet you still managed to get yourself together in mere minutes. Whatever it was, you’d just have to deal with it. There was no sense in working yourself up over the unknown.

An enormous smile etched its way upon your features as Seungmin came into view, wearing the blue hoodie that you had gotten him for his birthday and sporting a toothy grin.

“Hey again,” he whispered.

“Hey again,” you returned coyly.

“So, I’m just going to come right out with it.. okay?” the boy let out. Taking in his apparent nervousness was honestly stressing you out further, yet you nodded meekly, which prompted the boy to continue.

“Y/N... I like you. Actually, I’m in love with you, and I have been for a while. I just-I didn’t know how or when or even if I should say anything about it because I wasn’t sure if you feel the same. I am so thankful for our friendship, and how you’ve always been there for me. But today, I found myself thinking about you all day long.. and not in a best friend way. It’s happened before, and I ignored it, but I can’t anymore. I don’t want to pretend as if I’m not in love with you... I honestly don’t think I even can at this point.”

I keep telling myself this might be nothing But one look in your eyes and, God, there's something You can lie to me and say you don't But I know you do, and I love you too

You couldn’t believe that you both had been feeling the exact same, yet the fear of unrequited feelings and ruining years of friendship kept either of you from making a move. Though being in a relationship with Seungmin was uncharted territory... you trusted the man wholeheartedly and didn’t hesitate to say ‘Yes!’ when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Leave it up to Seungmin to turn 1:17am into your favorite time of the day.

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kaiqarker · 4 years

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lost and found | part 1

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

summary: in which a savior of heaven is sent down to camp redwood to put an end to the bloodbath and help the lost souls that reside there.

tag list: @vixi3303

part one: the awakening

THE GIRL DIDN’T DARE let any of her doubts bleed to the surface while she took one step after another, entering the premises of the unholy ground that was camp redwood. she had done her research of course, learning the truth and the lies and how every drop of blood was spilt in between in all. the place itself was an undoubtable tragedy, and if her facts were right, so were the souls stuck here.

satan had been behind some of the most cruelest acts placed upon humanity, but she was was sure this was one of the worst. he had cursed the area; so whoever died (gruesomely in almost all cases) here, were trapped. this was a purgatory for them, a hell without the infamous flames and bloodstained sky. unfortunately, that kind of thing results in these ghosts giving up any sort of humanity they had left.

so not only did the living leave its twisted mark, the dead did too. some were plainly lost, forgotten that they had even perished. some were aware, but have been here for so long they were merely zombies, their hope and motivation to do much of anything gone. and then finally, there were the ones who decided that they would make the most of this opportunity, abandoning all sense of right and wrong and spreading their curse.

those were the people heaven were most concerned about. they were turning this campground into even more of a bloodbath than it already was. held back with no morals of any kind, they proved to be devious and heartless, willing to end of the life of any tourist that happened to wander into the area.

so heaven, the land of light and peace, had sent her. having been human once, they had thought she’d be able to get through to a few of them. and with her flawless ability to follow the rules and show compassion, she had seemed like the perfect choice to her superiors. she only hoped to live up to their high expectations, especially elijah’s.

branches snapped beneath her sneaker-covered feet as she followed a trail through the surrounding woods. her eyes shifted around, looking for any sign of another’s presence, and ultimately coming up empty. her eyebrows knitted together, not knowing what to think of the quiet hum of the forest and the blue jays that had just fluttered by. she had expected utter chaos and to be overwhelmed with the unresolved problems the camp harbored immediately. and yet, she dared to think that this place was almost... calming.

the pain that erupted from her shoulder blade pulled her out of her enchantment, a small cry of surprise escaping her while she stumbled forward, almost falling onto the ground where the autumn leaves would have barely cushioned her fall. she instinctively turned around, finding the sight of a smirking blonde standing merely a foot away from her, the bloody knife in her hand gaining y/n’s attention for a moment.

“sorry to be rude and not introduce myself, but i’m not in an introductory mood. quite frankly, i’m sick of talking in general. it can ruin the moment, you know?” the blonde said to her, twisting her wrist and making sure the blade was pointed directly at her.

the newcomer took a step back, standing up on her own and removing the hand she had placed on a tree trunk for balance. the irritation from her stab wound had almost completely gone away; she knew her ability to heal fast would probably come in handy down here.

“you call killing an innocent person a moment, montana?” y/n questioned, recognizing the doe-eyed woman instantly. she watched as montana’s red-stained lips turned into a flat line, her playful demeanor dropping.

“how do you know my name?”

“because i’m supposed to. it’s my job to.”

“that isn’t clearing anything up.” montana growled, gripping her knife tighter. she debated on whether she should let her explain or just kill her like she had originally planned.

“put the knife down and we’ll talk.” y/n replied with raised hands, indicating she wanted to do the ghost no harm.

“yeah, no thanks.”

montana lunged at her, the blade of her knife slicing the air and not her skin as y/n easily dodged the attack, more prepared than before. the soon-to-be angel studied the way she only grew more frustrated, huffing in displeasure before she went after her target again.

this time y/n didn’t just avoid the blonde, she grabbed ahold of her wrist, stopping the knife from being thrusted into her chest. montana tried with all of her strength to push against her grasp and allow the blade to burrow deep within the stranger, but y/n’s grasp didn’t falter. in fact, she twisted montana’s wrist just enough so that she would drop the weapon, and then pushed her away from her.

montana stumbled back, shocked and embarrassed at how easily she was overpowered. especially since she had been a feared predator ever since she had died and been stuck in this place. she loved the power she possessed and every plea of mercy she had gotten from her victims. and now, the blonde felt how she felt when she was alive, helpless.

“what the hell are you?”

“technically,” she began, picking up the knife that still had her blood coated on the blade, “i’m an angel. well, almost one. point is — i’m from heaven.”

montana was about to laugh at the outrageousness before her eyes happen to catch sight of y/n’s back, seeing only dry blood instead of a leaking flesh wound. she had stabbed her, she was sure of it. she had saw the blade puncture her skin and cut through her.

“no fucking way.”

“way.” y/n said with humor in her voice, letting herself be amused despite the fact she had someone who wanted to kill her right in front of her.

“what’s going on here?” a voice gained both of the girls’ attention, belonging to the one and only xavier plympton, who was clad in a pair of white shorts and a purple muscle tank.

his blue eyes find montana first but then they drift to the new girl, examining her pretty face, framed by stray strands of hair that escaped her pony tail. they lower down to where her white tank top clings to her chest and eventually past her matching shorts where her long legs were offered up to his view. he decided she definitely wasn’t hard to look at.

“who are you and why hasn’t montana killed you yet?” he asks, automatically becoming curious and taking a few steps towards both of them.

“i’m y/n. and believe me, she’s tried.” y/n gestured to the knife in her raised hand, wagging it back and forth for clarification.

“if you keep talking about me like i’m not here then i will kill both of you!” montana kicked off the tree she was leaning against, sending them both a glare that certainly didn’t intimidate either of them in the slightest. she took her place beside xavier, grabbing ahold of his shirt and yanking him down so his lips crashed messily against hers. her eyes closed in the satisfaction that she was still in control when it comes to things like this, wordlessly claiming he was hers to have and play with as she pleased.

xavier’s eyes stayed open for once, staring directly at the stranger and how uncomfortable she looked with the spontaneous action. he noticed her parted lips, averted gaze, and the blush that began to rise to the surface of her cheeks. she was innocent — and that sparked something within him.

finally montana pulled away with a pleased sigh, returning her focus back to the girl who had many surprises to offer. her eyes narrowed when she spotted her knife still in her hand, knowing she would get it back even if she had to break each and every one of her fingers.

“guess what, xav? she’s a fucking angel.”

“almost angel.” y/n corrected immediately.

“seriously? like an angel with wings and halos and shit?” xavier asked, tilting his head and believing it easier than montana did.

“they don’t actually have those. but... yes, i’m from heaven.”

“fine. what are you doing here then? because it can’t just be to ruin my day.” montana scoffed, crossing her arms.

“i’m here to help you.” y/n spoke with sincerity, eyes unwavering as they locked on both xavier and montana.

xavier felt the impact of her words, hearing the promise in her soft-spoken voice, and was unexpectedly affected. that itself confused him. he hadn’t allowed himself to care about anything since he died and got stuck here. there was no point. no rewards or consequences to any action. he had accepted years ago that this was his afterlife for the rest of eternity, and now he what? was supposed to believe this girl and have the hope she so clearly had? he didn’t. but a little part of him wanted to, and that’s what left him speechless for the moment.

“bullshit. get me back my knife and maybe i won’t cut your eyeballs out of your sockets.” montana rolled her eyes and held out her hand, already over this whole situation.

“really? after all of this that’s what you’re most concerned about?”

montana nods her head, lips pulled into a frown, and y/n shrugs nonchalantly as an idea pops into her head. “alright. fine. if you want it, go get it.”

before the blonde can say another word, y/n flings the knife with quite a force in a random direction, and montana can only watch as the weapon flies through the air and disappears into the trees. that was it. it was personal now.

“you little bitch!” montana hissed, ready to pounce on her again and give her murder another go, but she’s stopped by xavier’s grip on her arm.

“babe, stop. it’s just a knife. there’s other weapons in the sea.” xavier jokes, smirking at her enraged form, and he pretends that he wasn’t stopping her just to mock her.

“i don’t care. i just want her dead. let go of me before i kick you in the balls. dead or not i know it still hurts!”

“you can’t kill me.” y/n interjects, seeing montana cease her struggle in xavier’s hold. “i already died. that’s how i got to heaven in the first place. you can try, but i’d just come back.”

“fine. i can’t kill you. but i can hurt you. so i would leave while you still can, because i will make it my mission to torture you the entire time you’re here.”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

“then, i would start looking over your shoulder. you’ve seen what happens when you don’t,” montana grins wickedly as she nods her head to the dry blood still sticking to her skin, and without another word, she turns around and starts in the direction where her knife was thrown.

“she truly is lovely. i get what you see in her. so dedicated.” y/n mutters sarcastically, placing her hands on her waist while she wonders to herself how she will ever turn someone like montana around.

“montana sure is something,” she hears xavier respond from beside her, hearing the leaves crunch with each step he aimlessly takes towards her. she doesn’t notice until his hot breath fans her ear that he had gotten that close to her. “but she’s no angel.”

her neck pivots when she turns her head to face him, their noses almost bumping from their proximity from each other. his oceanic eyes held mischief and playfulness, staring directly into her guarded pair. it was clear he didn’t give much thought into having boundaries.

“i’m surprised you’re not trying to kill me too.” y/n states, managing to keep her voice steady and her face neutral even though the lack of space between them was unnerving to say the least. it was the most intimate situation she had been in since she was alive.

“little ol’ me? now what would make you think that?” he smiles charmingly but the dark humor in his tone is evident, his breaths from his words tickling her lips.

“i’ve read your file, xavier.” she breaks their little staring contest, taking a step back away from him. “you’re just as murderous and manipulative as montana.”

“and yet you’re not running for the hills.”

“because whether any of you see it or not, you’re redeemable.”

xavier can’t help but laugh, finding her words nothing short of unbelievable. “listen, angel. it’s cute and all that you think you’re gonna flap your nonexistent wings and fix our poor little broken souls, but most of us don’t even want saving. like me. i’m perfectly happy here. i have never been more free.”

“and your life alive was so horrible?”

“compared to this, yeah. i tried to save people, to do the right thing, and i just ended up dying — painfully by the way. morals blind you. they hold you back. it’s much more freeing to just let go. you should try it.” he explained, watching her let his response sink in. her face morphed into a frown, and he could have been imagining it, but her eyes seem to glaze with sadness.

“you’re... so wrong and you don’t even know it.”

“i’m not, angel. that’s just how it is.”

“then, bertie protecting you, saving you, that meant nothing?” y/n asked, watching his face harden for the briefest of seconds before he returned to smirking and raising his eyebrows at her.

“that was just pointless. i died anyway.” he shrugged, burying his hands in his pockets.

“still,” she argued, gravitating back towards him, “it was worth something before that. you were grateful and relieved and... sad when you saw the condition she was in.”

“maybe. but none of that matters now.” xavier dismisses, feeling something build up inside of him with the point she was making. his throat was tight and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to contain whatever it was.

“things could matter again, xavier.” she whispered, letting her eyes properly roam his face and all of its flawless alignments. he was beautiful, there was no denying that.

he allows himself to gaze shamelessly right back at her, studying the upturn of her adorable nose, soft, pink lips, and finally returning to her eyes that possessed so much depth it just about consumed him. it was no wonder she was an angel, every part of her was angelic and undeniably mesmerizing. his heart swelled with admiration, catching him off guard more than anything that had happened during their encounter. her influence on him terrified him.

“i don’t think so,” he declares coldly, newfound anger at her rising to the surface, masking any other emotion he was feeling.

“xavier.” she murmurs, surprised at his sudden change of mood. it seemed as if they were getting somewhere, and he did a total 180 on her.

“just do us all a favor and leave. because montana’s right, if you stay, we won’t take it easy on you.” he scoffs, glancing at her perplexed face one more time before he leaves her there on the trail, alone and questioning just about everything.

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Late Night Whispers

Crowley x Male Reader

Warnings: Dysphoria and nightmares mentioned

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I finally rolled myself out of bed after laying there for a good two or three hours — who knows, I lost count — and headed to the kitchen to make myself something to drink. Tea always calmed me down at two in the morning, and maybe it would actually help me get some sleep. I couldn’t in the first place because my dysphoria was really being over-the-top right now. My other methods of coping were failing, so maybe my tea method would help. It usually got me to sleep anyway, so it did something.

I moved to my front porch with my fresh tea now in hand and took a seat on the chair. It was a quiet night, and the moon was out shining bright with the stars. I smiled softly as I took a sip from the tea cup just as my phone rang.

It wasn’t unusual for me to get a call this late at night — my two best friends were ethereal beings and didn’t necessarily require sleep, but did sometimes. I checked the caller ID before answering it.

“Hey, Crowley. What’s up?”

“Can you come over?”

I immediately frowned, going back inside to ditch my tea cup on the counter. His voice was quiet and broken, showing me that there was most definitely something wrong.

“Absolutely. Be there in ten. Need me to stay on the phone while I get ready?”

“No.”

And the line went dead. He hung up on me. I frowned as I tossed my phone onto the couch. Whoever needed to get ahold of me could wait until I was gone with Crowley. He was more important right now.

In about ten minutes, I was all but banging on the demon’s door. I would’ve let myself in, but I don’t think Crowley had a key anywhere else. He opened the door, but turned away as soon as he did. I entered and closed it behind me.

“What’s going on, Crowley?” I asked softly, wanting to help him.

Crowley sat down on the couch, running his hands through his hair. His black silk pajama top was completely unbuttoned and opened, and it looked as though it was covered in sweat along with his chest. When he looked up at me, I could see the tear stains on his cheeks and the pain in his eyes.

“I just… didn’t want to be alone,” he admitted quietly, averting his eyes again.

“Hey…” I mumbled softly, going over to him and reaching for his hands. “Let’s go back to bed, yeah? I don’t want you to fall asleep out here.”

“I’m not going to fall back asleep,” he replied, but when he saw that I wasn’t going to give up, he places his hands in mine.

We walked back to his bedroom, and I noticed his sheets were a complete mess. They were rumpled, and his blankets were balled up at the bottom of his bed. This was odd for him because contrary to popular belief, Crowley slept very still, neat, and peaceful. Peaceful aside from the nightmares he was prone to having.

“It’s what I think it is?” I asked.

He replied with a nod.

This wasn’t the first time Crowley had called me over to help with his nightmares, but it was certainly the worst. I’d never seen him so disheveled before.

“Can you do me a favor?” I gave the demon’s hands a gentle squeeze. “Can you get me new sheets? Please?”

Crowley did as I asked once I let go of his hands, and it hurt me a little bit. The demon was never really this compliant, and it hurt my heart knowing something was upsetting him so much. I took the time to strip his sweat-soaked sheets off his bed and tossing them off to the side. Neither one of us had time to wash the tonight, and that was okay. He offered his assistance to remake the bed which I accepted, but all he did was magic it together again. At least he’s not all gone.

“Can you take your shirt off for me?” I asked. Crowley gave me a look which made me laugh. “Just trust me, okay?”

I headed to the bathroom and grabbed a rag, soaking it in cold water. I wrung it out almost completely before returning to the bedroom. Crowley had, once again, followed my instructions. I got into the bed and patted the space in front of me.

“C’mere.”

He sat hesitantly on the bed in front of me. Carefully, I drug the rag across his shoulders, arms, and his back.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

I didn’t want to push him, so I simply nodded. “Just know I’m here for you, okay? It’s just a dream; it’s not real. And if you did dream about something real, the future can be changed. The past can be learned to cope with. You’re not alone, Crowley. Not anymore.”

As I continued to ‘wash’ him, I softly sang to him. It was a song that made me feel better, and it was a soft song that was just a soft melody. I moved the cloth up the back of his neck and then down around his shoulders. Across the back of his arms, and a sweeping motion along his back. I repeated the actions a couple times.

“Can you turn around for me?” I asked, but was met with silence. “Crowley? Love, can you turn around for me?”

“No,” he hissed at me.

I was startled by his outburst, but I knew that it wasn’t anything personal. I noticed his shoulders trembling more and the way he seemed to be fighting to stay in control of his body.

“Crowley, everyone cries,” I said. “It’s okay.”

“I’m a demon, I-“

“A demon with emotions, which makes you a part of everyone. Turn around. Please.”

He eventually did as I asked, facing me as we sat with our legs crossed, our knees touching. I used the rag to wipe away some of his tears, and I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. I began to move the rag across his chest and down his arms, falling into a pattern.

“The future is uncertain,” I started again, repeating myself. “The past is set in stone. You can change things and cope with them, but nothing can be undone. And that’s okay. You move on from it.” I set the rag down on the floor, looking up into his eyes while holding onto his hands. “Other things are just dreams: fake. It can’t get you because it isn’t real.” I opened up my arms and resituated myself. “Now come here. I’m gonna stay with you until you fall asleep.”

Crowley didn’t protest to the cuddles like he normally did. He would always tell me that he didn’t necessarily want them, or whatever other excuse he could pull from his ass. The man liked being held and touched.

We shifted around a bit until the two of us could lay there comfortably. Crowley’s head was against my chest, and his arms were around my middle. I was playing with his hair with one hand while my other was holding him protectively.

“Can you stay even after I fall asleep?” he asked quietly.

“Of course,” I answered. It was silent for a couple minutes before I spoke up again. “It’s okay that you’re feeling this way, love. It’s okay to be sad and to cry. It’s okay to be scared and uncertain. It’s okay to feel the way you’re feeling.”

Crowley was silent, but I felt his shoulder begin to shake again and my shirt slowly began to get damp where his face was. I left him to cry, whispering sweet nothings to him and raking my fingers through his hair.

“Crying doesn’t make things worse,” I spoke up after he calmed down. “It’s a healthy way to get emotions out. It doesn’t make you less of a man — or demon in this case, I suppose. It doesnt make me care about you any less. It doesn’t make me think any less of you, either. I love you all the same, Crowley.” I pressed a light kiss to the top of his head.

“Love?” he questioned.

I closed my eyes, smiling a little. “Yeah. Love. That feeling that makes your heart skip a beat or two. The feeling you get when someone who makes you so happy walks through the door to the room, and you get to see them. That feeling that comes when they explain something that makes them happy. A feeling that can tear your life apart in the most beautiful ways.” I knew that wasn’t necessarily true, but I left the negative out of it for the sake of the situation.

“Do you love anyone?”

“You, silly. I already told you that; I literally just said it.”

“The love you described was past a friend love, or that’s how it sounded.” He sounded a little unsure of himself.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, twirling strands of the demon’s hair around my fingers. Should I tell him…?

“Yeah. I love you, Crowley. And if you don’t love me back, that’s okay. All that matters to me is your happiness. Dude, I could even set you up with someone. I’m such a good matchmaker!”

Crowley laughed, which made me smile. At least if my love confession flopped, the chances of our friendship staying was strong.

“What if I love you back?”

I wasn’t really prepared to hear those words, but it warmed my heart all the same.

“Then it means we could make it something more. Either way, however you feel, that’s not a now conversation. Now is time for you to get back to sleep. And I promise I’ll be right here the whole night, and we can talk in the morning.”

Crowley was silent for a long time — long enough that made me think he had fallen asleep. I was just about asleep myself when the demon spoke up again.

“Don’t leave me.”

It was barely a whisper, and I nearly missed it.

“I wouldn’t ever dream of it,” I promised.

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