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morifinwes · 3 years

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Lauraa I finished all the fics, apart from decay (currently reading that now) and I love it sm! Especially the lip gloss one lmao the whole thing was so hilarious to me XD but also like the concept of lwj wearing lipgloss is >>> -yibobibo

@yibobibo then i'm going to rec you some more!! the lip gloss one was !!!!! ajsksks yes!! lwj wearing lipgloss is just so!! good!!

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this one is the painful one i talked about:

visitations by var_abelasan (12K, wip, divorced wangxian, post divorce, most of this is angst, uhm lowkey don't but also do want wangxian to end up together, it's messy, the jiangs & lans are shitty, wwx was in prison (brief mentions of that but it's kind of a major plot point), mxy & xy are the little brothers he never wanted but wwx picked them up anyways)

"Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry."

And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine.

"We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan."

Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door.

please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (3K, partly deaf!wwx, lwj notices, nobody else does though, idk wwx is like made out of fucking steel or some shit)

Lan Wangji has known Wei Ying for a fortnight, the first time he sees him get hit by a car.

light by redkosmos (10K, blind!lwj, which causes angst, but they manage it, best friends to lovers, fluff, lwj being insecure and feeling like a burden, college au kind of? but it doesn't matter too much)

The realization slowly dawns on him.

He can never again see the brightness of Wei Ying's eyes, the way they crescent when he smiles, never again see the rich black of his hair, the mess of it in the early mornings, never again see the beautiful tan of his skin, the beauty of the scars and marks adorned on it, how he wears his clothes, how it hugs his frame beautifully, how he looks like he's adorably swimming in cloth when he wears Lan Zhan's, and-

(Lan Zhan loses his vision in a car accident and learns to cope with it.)

don't leave me by trippinonskies (19K, brief very brief mention of lwj cheating, he doesn't but wwx is afraid lwj is cheating on him or just wants to break up with him, (he doesn't), marriage proposal, lwj acting distant = wwx's insecurities show up, fluff, angst and comfort)

Lan Zhan! Where are you lost today?” Wei Wuxian finally asks, at the end of his patience.

Lan Zhan looks a little guilty as he looks at Wei Wuxian, “Sorry, just a lot of work to deal with.”

Lie.

If there is one thing Lan Zhan can’t do, it’s lying. Especially to Wei Wuxian. But he doesn’t question Lan Zhan. He just accepts the reply, too scared to know that he is right. Too scared to know the truth.

// or where Lan Zhan is too hung up in planning the perfect proposal and ends up accidently ignoring Wei Wuxian making the other think that he wants to break up //

want you closer by xiaobucephalus ((3K, HORSES, only in the background tho, but wwx is an equestrian vet, which is so fucking valid bro, the lans own horses, a sick bunny, lwj the bunny parent!, super cute, dark bay throughoutbred chenqing is honestly so valid)

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Don’t thank me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed again, his voice warming the chill of fear that had settled in his chest. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to get into your hutch for a while anyway.”

safe in your thoughts by anonymous (20K, it's a cherry magic au???? (i haven't watched it, but you have i think?), horny lwj but only for wwx (always for wwx))

Wei Wuxian learns three very important things on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday.

One, that Lan Wangji is ridiculously funny, which Wei Wuxian had known before but what Wei Wuxain hadn’t expected was Lan Wangji to be funny at his brother’s expense.

Two, that Wei Wuxian had finally gone mad, absolutely mental at the ripe age of twenty seven because nothing else would explain the third thing he had learnt.

Third, and the most unbelievable of the lot, that Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.

iura by yoo_im_finally_writing (1K, only added bcs op is right and wwx would've the cutest german accent, it's more fun if you understand german so hit me up if you want translations for the german sentences)

Wei Ying calls in the middle of the night to talk about German law, and Lan Zhan tries very hard not to fall asleep. Or at least, not to let Wei Ying notice he's falling asleep. (As best friends do.)

breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm / @neverdoingmuch (27K, getting together, jealous!lwj, but also kind of supportive, brief mention of cheating bcs of miscommunication, no actual cheating tho, college au, lwj pov)

Following Wei Ying’s line of sight, Lan Wangji can barely prevent a smile from crossing his lips when he sees the short row of rabbit statuettes placed at the front of the display. Silver, with bright gems for eyes, they look elegant yet lively and animated.

“A-Yuan would love one of those,” Wei Ying murmurs, almost as if to himself.

Lan Wangji frowns; the rabbits, while cute, don’t seem like a suitable gift for Wei Ying’s A-Yuan.

...

It’s only when he glances back at the rabbits and notices what has been placed on display behind them, that the pieces fall into place. They’re engagement rings, there’s no doubt about it. Lan Wangji feels his heart sink – Wei Ying isn’t just dating A-Yuan, he wants to propose to him.

Or: the five times Lan Wangji thinks that A-Yuan is Wei Ying’s boyfriend and the one time he learns the truth.

paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 / @angstsexual (53K, getting together, art teacher!wwx, single parent!lwj, they're rich if i remember right, wwx & lwj are both good with kids!!!, this is so good actually, fluff)

To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.

He comes close, though.

By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.

What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.

“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”

Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.

(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

no bunny compares by gusucloudbunny (4K, god this is cute, fluff)

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cornered his friend one week before his birthday. “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow at Wei Wuxian, not exactly sure how to answer that question in a truthful manner that didn’t involve confessing his undying love for his best friend.

Wei Wuxian is on a mission to get Lan Wangji the perfect gift for his birthday. What Wei Wuxian doesn't know is that the only thing Lan Wangji truly wants is him.

wei wuxian's week of realizing things by photojenny (12K, i have read this multiple times, i always forget what happens, idk why but my notes say it's good, the tags say drunkji makes an appearance and i'm always up for that)

"Lan Zhan, do you like Mianmian?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji blinked, and stared. It was not the first time Lan Wangji had questioned the perceptiveness of the boy he had a crush on. Wei Wuxian had been smart in the class they had taken together. Yet time and time again, Wei Wuxian had tested the old wisdom that there are no stupid questions.

---

Lan Wangji must figure out how to confess when Wei Wuxian is the most oblivious person he's ever met.

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (1K, crack, fluff, lwj stop flirting with a stranger, even if he is your husband, drunkji but make it to max level)

Lan Zhan wakes up and he has no idea where he is.

There are bright lights and his jaw hurts, he doesn't who this man next to his bed is but oh he might be in love, maybe, probably, definitely.

–

based off that guy-forgets-who-his-wife-is-and-hits-on-her vid but its wangxian.

beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (3K, fluff, lwj is like "he, he likes me right? he likes me" and everyone is like "yes, yes he does")

“Wei Ying’s heart monitor,” Lan Wangji starts.

Wen Qing blinks at him. “Yes?”

“It beeps.”

“That’s… what they generally do, yes.”

“The beeps change,” Lan Wangji continues, “when others are around.”

Wei Ying’s heart only sings for Lan Wangji.

canon

obedient and bellicose by thunderwear (19K, lwj is cursed by the lan elders, they notice too late, fix-it fic kind of?, lqr being a good uncle and lxc is a good brother, wwx accidentally uses the curse but he doesn't know about it)

It took Lan Wangji a long time to realize he was cursed. Too long really, anyone else would have noticed so much sooner. The problem was, he liked following the rules.

Ella Enchanted AU that no one needed but I wanted.

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (10K, amnesia, fluff, wwx taking care of lwj, so much fluff and softness, angst too but not that much)

The issue is, Lan Wangji brings his thoughts back before they stray too far, that it is impossible for someone to be in his bed, unless Lan Wangji himself invited them. He has not. He would remember doing so, and besides, all his night clothes are still on and there is no headache to imply that he was inebriated last night. No, the situation is simple.

There is someone in Lan Wangji’s bed. It is impossible for anyone to be in Lan Wangji’s bed, and yet that doesn’t seem to have stopped the stranger.

or lan wangji wakes up, and wei ying is there. he doesn't understand how or why, and he can understand even less why his hallucination of wei ying is so insistent on bathing him, and braiding his hair, on holding him and fixing his clothes. why the hallucination of wei ying seems so happy to see him.

teach me the way by likeafox (58K, rogue cultivator!wwx, horny wangxian, lwj wants wwx to teach him how to be a good lover, ....wwx is a virgin, the porn is the plot, but there's less of it than i thought)

"I do not wish to leave my future spouse… dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,” Lan Zhan says, very seriously. “I am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters."

Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He's pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he's a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he won’t know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong

other aus

of god: my love unholy by tunnelodfawn (3K, tw blood / war, dark!lwj, god!wwx, kind of poetry)

Lan Zhan takes everything as a sign from his god. The blood staining his fingertips—a holy anointment. He sanctifies himself through blood. The strings of his guqin gleam red in the sun—a divine blessing. This is an instrument of destruction. A single note—a cry of power—and in this note the voice of his god unravels the earthly threads tethering man to earth.

The Yiling Patriarch blesses Lan Zhan with war. Wei Wuxian blesses Lan Zhan with agility. Wei Ying blesses Lan Zhan with love.

The base of the Yiling Patriarch’s shrine is the home of Lan Zhan’s knees. He worships. There is something of the blasphemous and the unholy in his prayers. He prays not for victory but for the sight of Wei Ying. Bless me with your presence, he begs.

Or, wherein, Lan Zhan bridges the gap between the mortal and the divine—the worshipper and the god—with blood.

the river and the sea by sasamelons / @sasamelons (7K, soulmate au, arranged marriage (wangxian with each other), they're both kind of dumb but i love it)

Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, wishing to just be left alone. "I am looking for my soulmate," he ground out.

"Oh."

It took Lan Wangji a few moments to realize that Wei Wuxian had stopped following him. When he looked back, the other boy seemed to be frozen to the spot, eyes wide and lips still parted. He quickly looked away when he saw Lan Wangji looking back. "I see. Well, have a good trip!"

At six years old, Lan Zhan met his soulmate on the streets of Yiling and promptly lost him again.

At sixteen years old, Lan Wangji met his betrothed and was determined not to like him.

#so...i realized i forgot to check the things i already listed but? i tried to avoid listing fics twice?#yes i've mostly been reading oneshots these past few weeks idk why but i can't seem to find any long fics #or at least not ones that i like #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #wangxian fics #mdzs #mdzs fic #cql fic #the untamed #aamna tag #we're almost through the rec list now? i have so much open but idk why i add so few #i'm just really picky when it comes to which ones to write down and which ones not #and then this became a kind of comfort list?#idk?#but also ANGST #not Angst but ANGST #fun fact: Angst means fear in german

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blownbybakugou · 3 years

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I Am The Game

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Slight angst, Fluff

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Shigaraki poisoned Toga, but you made a cure and saved her life. Toga snapped and praised you as her god, then lead you to the league of villains, where Tomura took an interest to your quirk...

Word Count: 2.7k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Blood, attempted murder, mention of actual murder, cussing, mind break (non-sexual), Yandere properties, tooth rotting fluff, aged up/down reader (22), slightly Ooc Toga.

The sound of a steaming kettle is what woke Himiko, her body jerking up from its placement and her eyes flashing across the room. She was startled from her surroundings, to say the least. She was not able to recognize anything around her, then her eyes land on you, a young woman in her early 20s pouring a cup of herbal tea into a mug and treading towards the bed Toga was seated on.

“W-Who are you?” Toga asks, scooting back until she was against the wall behind her. “My name is Y/n. You were betrayed by your leader, and I saved you from your demise.” You spoke strongly. “But why?” Toga softens, her muscles relaxing the slightest bit. “I have a proposal. You being loyal, agile and brave, makes you a worthy companion. And therefore, I would like to ask you if you would join me, be my partner in crime, or whatever you wish to call it”

Your voice was silky and pristine while your expression contradicted what she heard. Your eyes were dull, but she couldn’t exactly tell what they looked like exactly, since they were settled on your lap, and had no emotion in them whatsoever and the rest of your face was soft and glowing with beauty. “You barely know me, how do you know if I am as loyal as you think I am?” Himiko questions, giving a quick grin to show off her sharp canines.

“I have watched you for quite awhile. I knew what was going to come of you, and I felt that I should recruit you as my own, since they didn’t see the potential in you.” You hand her the mug of tea you had poured and look her in the eyes for the first time. Toga was instantly entranced, the color of your eyes flourishing and dancing in her own. “Drink this. It’ll get rid of the headache you have.”

She hadn’t even noticed the pounding in her head until when you mentioned it, but she takes the herbal mix quickly, eager to please you. She gulps it down as fast as she can and sets down the mug with a bright smile. “That was good tea Y/n-Chan! Thank you.” You are taken aback by the sudden change of mood, but make no mistake to question it. Instead, you get up to put the mug in the sink of your apartment.

“So, do you accept my offer?” You query, glancing back at a very giddy Himiko. “Yes! You saved my life, how could I say no?” Her enthusiasm was confusing to you. She is a villain whom found out her own boss backstabbed her, yet she is being so trusting of you. As if you were her mother, or sister.

“Wonderful. We will be moving a lot, and before we start the murderous sprees, I believe a talk with your former boss, is in order.” You state, walking over to her with a smug smile. “Oh my god yes! This is going to be so fun!” Toga beams.

You kicked down the door with a small smirk, looking at all of the people inside and giving them a mock wave. Himiko giggles and leaps over the now broken door sending a deadly glare at Shigaraki, whom was leaned back in a chair nearby. “Hello everyone. This, is a warning. Dishonor has plagued you all, and we’ve come to rip it down. If you do not change your ways of betrayal, I shall send you all to a nightmarish hell, where you all will perish in ways unimaginable. But anyway, this is my partner, Himiko Toga. You may know her?” You send a teasing laugh in the way of Tomura.

“You are weak, especially without someone of her abilities, and you were a fool to try and kill her.” You say, moving up to his face, his scarred, oddly attractive face. He growls, and places his hand firmly on your cheek, waiting for the cries of mercy to begin. Only for you to punch him right in the nose. “What do you think you’re doing, you handsy bastard!” You yell, shaking your hand out.

Shigaraki takes a second to process the event that just played out. You didn’t decay. He touched you, with all 5 fingers, and you didn’t decay. “Who are you? And what the hell is your quirk?” His raspy voice sought out. “None of your damn business”

“Join us. You’re clearly very powerful, and we could use someone like you.” You snap you head to meet his daring orbs and glare him down. “You have nothing for me, therefore, I will not stay.” You try and shake free of his grasp, but his grip only tighten in determination to have you stay. You were the one he was meant to be with. The only one who he couldn’t kill with his deathly touch. He couldn’t lose you like this.

“Let go.” Himiko demands, clasping a knife closely behind her back. “What if I make you a deal? If the girl stays with you, you can both stay in the league. Sounds fair, right?” Shigaraki grins, pulling you into him. “That’s the boss’ choice, not mine. I follow her now.” Himiko snarls. “I shall not stay unless I hear an apology for Himiko.” You sneer, pushing yourself away from him and pulling your hand out of his.

His body jerked at the thought of admitting he was wrong. But you were worth it. You had to be worth it. “I’m sorry, Toga. I thought it would be better for the league, but I was wrong.” He grumbles begrudgingly. Your breath hitched, much like everyone else’s. You hadn’t expected him to actually apologize. You thought he would refuse you, and you and Toga could move on. But no, apparently this guy really didn’t want you to leave.

“Okay then, I suppose we can stay. Are you okay with that Himiko?” You question, looking back at your shocked friend. “Of course boss!” She cheers, giving you a loose hug around the waist. “I’m going to work on something. Toga, I need you with me.” You motion over to a booth with a table that was a bit dusty, but cleared off nonetheless.

The blonde female skipped over to the sitting area as you walked behind her, trying to ignore the scarlet eyes that followed your every movement.

You both sat on the red cushions of the booth seats, and you activate your quirk to begin the creating process. A cyber holographic screen projects out of your eyes and you let it float in the awaiting air as you reach into your backpack for your keyboard and controller.

You set them on the dust covered surface and watch as transparent green strings go to attach into each of the devices you had placed there. “Wow! Your quirk is so cool Y/n-Chan!” Himiko gushes, smiling widely and bouncing in her place.

“Thanks, I suppose. Stand and pose with your knives. Look frightening if you would.” You claim, fingers pressing against the hologram to move the surroundings inside.

Happily, Toga obliges. She puts on a face much like a yandere’s and hovers her knives with one behind her and one in front, seemingly about to strike. “Wonderful.” Your hand mindlessly reaches out to the side, scanning her body all while your other hand typed in code to enter her into your program.

Shigaraki’s vision trained intensely on your abilities, his gaze landing strictly on the translucent green display even when his eyes tried to wander further. What the fuck was your quirk? The question haunted him, he needed to know what power you held that stopped him from disintegrating your body, that let him touch you.

You could easily feel the many observations of the others around you, but you pay it no mind as you program Himiko into your game. Well, many have called it a game, but it is no game. It’s a nightmare no one would ever want to live in, let alone see. You were the one who made it into that, and you were also the one who trapped people inside of it.

You snap out of your thoughts of misery, and continue typing code while letting your scan sweep over every inch of Himiko’s form. She had done many poses for you, and you had implemented twice as many into your data base with only doing some slight editing and Himiko was evidently cheerful about it.

“You can sit back down. I have what I need now.” You say nonchalantly, your gaze not leaving your work. “Okay, got it boss!” She says, seating herself almost immediately. “Would you like to give it a try?” You ask, typing one last line of key into the system before starting and holding the controller out to Toga. “This is gonna be so fun!” She excites, throwing her arms in the air and squealing. If everyone wasn’t looking at you before, they definitely were now.

“Okay, there are 31 enemies in the area, all of which are horrendously terrifying. They plan to kill you in the most awful ways, and if you get trapped I’ll pull you out right away.” You speed through the explanation, trying to be vague about the outcomes and twists so that she could not easily defeat the monsters inside of your game. “Got it boss!” She beams, grabbing the controller and getting sucked into your algorithm.

Shiggy couldn’t believe his eyes. Did Toga just get sucked into a video game? This was his every dream, and he feels the itch to want to talk to you and claim you grow with every passing minute. “Stop being a pussy and go talk to her, Scarface.” He hears a deep voice scoff. “Whatever patchwork” Tomura retorts.

You watched Himiko pass each fictional horror character with flying colors, each one of her tactics more impressive than the last. You were implementing her fighting style into the game while also observing her movements to know when to pull her out of the fake environment.

You were snapped out of focus when you heard Shigaraki seat himself beside you and you lift your head lifting up to give him a daring glare, silently lettting him know to screw off. “I saw your quirk.” He says, pointing to the green panel before you.

“Yeah, And?” You snort, going back to typing away at your keyboard. “I want to play.” He deadpans. “Fuck no. Go away.” You retort, shooing him off. “Why the hell not?” He growls, clenching his fists tightly. “Because you’re a dick, and I don’t like you.” You exclaim.

“You sound like a fucking 5 year old! Just let me play damnit!” He demands, looking at your unaffected expression. “No.” You respond. With Tomura’s distractions, you had completely forgotten about Toga, who was finished with the main course of the levels, and was waiting to be let in.

You use your quirk to let the luscious blonde back into reality, and listen as she gushes over the details of your powerful quirk. Well, that didn’t last long due to her noticing her former boss’ presence. “What are you doing here Shigaraki?” She asks, suspicion lacing her voice.

“I want to play her game.” He states, voice raising ever so slightly. You laugh at his confidence in the matter. “Oh, honey,” You start. “I am the game. And you have to be really special if you want to play me.” You giggle, packing up your stuff and leaving him there with a heavy blush.

ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴡɴʙʏʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ©

#bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tomura #my hero academia shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki tenko #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki x you

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unholyhelbig · 3 years

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Title: Chapter Nine of Artifice- The Pirates Pub

Summary: In the year 1915, the infamous painter Beca Mitchell is commissioned by one of the richest men in America to capture the essence of his wife, Chloe Beale.

[A/N: @lilhan this one is for you!]

The water curved nicely against the setting sun, its bright white light creating a warm slice of heaven. There was a hint of salt in the air, one that tore at Beca’s throat hungrily. She listened to the fisherman, the clink of their knives as they pushed them past reflective scales and pulpy guts.

She had gotten away from the Beale Manor, with its stretching ivy and deep Spanish roots. She was no prisoner, not of Chloe or of Garret alike. But the walls were gated and the scenery was tired. Her skin buzzed being this close to the sea.

Stacie was adamant that she stay within the compound. A certain edge of fear leaked through every word, even though her stare was directed towards the blade of a knife coming down hard and fast on the vegetation cultivated from the garden.

She figured it dangerous for any woman to wander the streets of the island by themselves, even in broad daylight. It was a simple stop for a trade industry washed in deceit and thievery. The men pulling crabbing traps onto the shore were rough and bruised. Hairy and deemed as beasts.

But this had been Beca Mitchell’s element all along; she craved the feeling of unease that came with the sea. More than anything, she craved something stronger than the bitter wine that she had consumed at the kitchen table a few nights previous. It made her feel filmy, even after hours of steeping in cream-colored bathwater.

A few cafes rested against the long stretch of sun-bleached wood. They had pulled their chalk signs in as soon as the star hit high noon. The day grew darker and the last of the hard-working men pulled their bounty in and headed towards Moon Dodge’s- the only place bellowing shanties and spilling hot light onto the docks each time the door swung open.

Beca was drawn to this place. She found herself walking with her shoulders drawn back. No one gave her a second glance when she stepped over the threshold. There was a deep scent of clove and greasy meat fresh off the bone. Men shouted and laughed and bellowed. They grinned as they threw hands of cards and scooped coins to their heavy chests.

A woman pressed down hard on the keys of a piano, but the music was barely heard. She hit a few sour chords and no one complained as she pulled a sloshing mug, frothy with yeast and foam, to her lips. The red pigment left a rim around the basin.

Beca breathed in deep and made her way to the bar. She took a seat at the very end, palming a mix of hardened corn nuts and dried berries. She figured a tooth would be mixed in, but she shoved it past her lips without a second thought.

“Aye, if you get a disease from that mess, you canny go after us for it.” A gruff man behind the split counter grinned stupidly, Welsh accent thick and hot “What can I get for ya?”

“Anything you have,” She relented.

He seemed to like that answer; someone who was complacent compared to the high-stakes travelers that often frequented here. A mug of ale sloshed in front of her and dripped down the sides before collecting at its base. The liquor worked its ways into the cracks of the counter. She didn’t give it much time to fester, she took four even gulps until her throat burned.

“Do my eyes deceive me delicately?” There was a throaty laugh from behind her, charming and stout.

The young painter turned around, not letting her feet hit the sticky floor. It took a few moments for her eyes to drink in the sight of Emily Junk. Captain Emily Junk by the looks of it. Her white collar was soaked in blood and a long scar ran down her cheek in a pink line too crooked for comfort.

Her smile was vast and a sword hung to the tip of her leather boots, fastened to her belt. There was blood on that too, but Beca was still more than sure that it could slice skin as if it were a fine paper canvas.

“They don’t,” Beca beamed at the familiar face.

When she hugged Emily she got a healthy lung full of chewing tobacco, decaying flesh, and ocean water. She was the epitome of life on the sea as a pirate, a successful one at that. She waged that every single man and woman in here could have been a part of her crew- and if they weren’t, they were in danger of becoming so.

She gripped the woman tight, melting into her touch. Beca didn’t know if it had something to do with the familiarity of the girl, or the memories they once shared. But a few looked on as if seeing their leader display in any type of genuine affection was startling as it was sparse.

“Missed me that much, aye?” Emily said, pulling away, but keeping her hands on the painters' shoulders “You could have written.”

“And where would I have written to? The depths of the ocean as if a siren would personally hand-deliver it to a sea captain? Te sorprendería cuántas veces lo he intentado”

Emily threatened to roll her eyes before draping her arm around Beca’s shoulder and ushering her back towards her seat at the bar. This time she wasn’t alone, and the gruff man wordlessly catered to them but setting down two more mugs of copper.

“Never thought I would see you again,” Emily took a long sip “After the docks in Barcelona I figured you a famous, posh painter.”

“I’ve had my fair share of adventures. They happened to lead me to the island.”

“The island where the lord of trade himself calls home? Perched in his castle along with the beauties and treasures of life. I hear it’s right decorated up there, even for a man impossible to please.”

Beca nodded and took a long drink, running her thumb over the side of the glass, pressing hard enough to cut into tender skin. It didn’t, and she thought about her next words very carefully. “I work for him”

Emily frowned “Under him, or for him?”

“For him, under his wife,” Beca said.

“Huh... Under her, or under her?”

Beca didn’t want to fluster at the question, but she did and Emily noticed. Her cheeks blistered with color and she was hoping it had something to do with the alcohol in her unkempt system but they both knew that it didn’t. Chloe Beale had a reputation, and it had clearly hit the open waters as it had the dark taverns.

“People talk, is all” Emily scrambled to fill the silence. “I knew Garrett Beale would go after you at some hand or another. He’s a lavish man, creating a whole island just for trade of the stolen. It works in my favor, but it won’t in his, not forever.”

Beca drew in a breath “what are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything that hasn’t already been said.”

“Ah,” Beca didn’t know how to respond so she finished off her drink and grabbed her started to stand from the stool, the crew around them were starting to get louder and smoke thicker. It was time to leave, she decided, full of ale and queasy from heat.

Emily grabbed her wrist and Beca reveled in the touch for a simple moment. It was cold and delicate, much too gentle for a pirate of her caliber. But in the end, she was still that farm girl who had sneaked onto the same ship that Beca had eight years ago.

“I’m going to say something that isn’t implied, Beca Mitchell, and I will say it strictly for the sake of our friendship.” Emily’s dark eyes were suddenly hard “You need to leave the Manor on the Hill before it’s too late. Because when the time comes, I cannot protect you, and I most certainly cannot spare her.”

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe beale #Bechloe #bechloe fic rec #Bechloe fanfiction #Pitch perfect #Pitch Perfect Fanfiction #pirate au #historical au #emily junk

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writinginthedarkwood · 5 years

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Demon Dabi x Reader

A stranger in the woods has a peculiar offer for an unsuspecting fem reader.

Halloween special won the vote! I’m writing kinky things for kinktober! Send me a request!

Warning: This is quite a bit more dark than some of my other works. It’s not super graphic or anything but you’ve been warned.

“We really should not be here.” You swallowed what felt like a rock. Everyone thought it was funny that you were so frightened to be out here. I mean, it’s October. Walking around in a cemetery, at midnight with a bunch of cheap flashlights? This feels like a horror movie. You held your flashlight with shaky hands, your trio of friends giggled as they started to leave you behind. “Hey wait for me!” You called and your blonde friend Lilly turned around and jumped at you. “OoOooooO!!” She jumped around you, acting like a ghost. “I’m an ooold spirit that haunts these woods!!” You stopped and crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. “Quit teasing me. I’m not scared of ghosts!” You walked past your friend and she jogged a bit to catch up. “Yes you are you big baby! You know what they say about this forest...” Lilly’s sister Iris turned around to poke you. “They don’t say anything about this forest. I’m not afraid of ghosts, I’m scared of real threats like getting lost in the pitch black woods!” You shouted, not really getting too irritated. Your friends love you but think you could loosen up, you frequently close your eyes at scary movies and don’t go on a lot of dates. The three of them always try to push you past your boundaries, and you’re grateful they care enough about you to drag you out for some fun. Your third friend Ami playfully slapped Iris. “Quit teasing her so hard. I think I see the smoke from J’s party!” She pointed and took off running.

Lilly giggled and ran after her, leaving you and Iris. “Not to be too freaky, but I did get a cryptic warning from J when he invited us.” Her voice lowered and you rolled you eyes again. “Whatever Iris.” You brushed her off and she grabbed your arm. “I guess a dude went missing around here a couple months ago, and someone else a few months before that. He told me to take my taser just in case.” She handed it to me. “I plan on getting trashed so I need you to hold it.” She said with a wink. She started to jog towards the smoke too. “Since you’re so brave now!” She called over her shoulder playfully. Of course she’s planning to get wasted, you’ll be the sober babysitter once again! “I’m plenty brave...” You muttered to yourself, grabbed hold of the taser tightly. “Ghosts aren’t even real...” You started to trudge after them. “Not a believer are ya?” A low raspy voice called from behind. You tripped forward and twisted around with a gasp. You looked up at a fearsome man. He had piercing turquoise eyes that shone in the dark. You dropped your flashlight and a warm hand clamped over your mouth. He held up a finger to his mouth and shushed you, promptly disappearing into a cloud of thick smoke. You gasped after his hand left your mouth and stood their shaking. “Come on Y/N! Hurry up!” You heard your friends call into the dark for you. You bent down to pick up your flashlight, it had turned itself off after you dropped it. You pressed the rubber button on the side and it lazily flickered on, just to sputter right off. You slapped the bottom of it a few times, begging it to turn back on. “Dammit... please!” You shook the flashlight a few more time’s and nothing happened. You tossed the stupid thing to the floor and tried to call out to your friends. Your voice just came out in a small squeak, barely even making an audible sound. You took a step forward, clutching the taser firmly in your sweaty palms. What the hell just happened? You cursed at yourself for being so stupid. What if that was a serial killer or something! Your feet crunched crisp decaying leaves, the only sound you hear beside your shallow breathing.

“Are you coming Y/N?” Something sounded off about Lilly’s voice. Her usually chipper tone was hollow, and echoed loudly through all of the tree leaves. You stopped walking and narrowed your eyes. Where did the moonlight go? It’s so much darker now. The smell of burning pine wood flooded your nose and you coughed. A thick smoke was hanging above your head.

“You know, you’re kind of cute.” That low voice called out and you spun around, nothing was behind you. A dark laugh echoed through your ears and the tree’s blew harshly in the wind. Your body finally allowed you to pick up and run. You sprinted through the forest, trying to dodge low branches and thick foliage. The smoke started to effect your lungs, you coughed into your elbow, looking away from your feet on the path for just a moment. You ran directly into someone tall and they caught you. “Hey now, where do you think you’re going?” Two hands grasped your shoulders and held you firmly in place. “I thought we were just getting started.” He smirked and clicked his tongue. You couldn’t see his features in the dark, all you can see is the slightest glimmer of silver metal in various places on his face. You clicked on the taser and jammed it into his stomach, hoping to send an insane amount of voltage coursing through his body. A spark flashed out of the end of the small but powerful device, a loud zapping sound bursting through the air and hitting your ears.

The man shivered like something cold touched his neck, but was otherwise unaffected by the electrocution. “Hey now, no need to be so aggressive.” He purred, white teeth shone out from behind a devilish smirk. “Aren’t we just having a little bit of fun?” Your eyes were glued to the useless taser, your fingers still tightly coiled around it. “Please, call me Dabi.” He said, aloof.

Blue flames erupted around you, the damp foliage hissing with smoke. The fire revealed your situation, you thought he might have been wearing a long sleeve shirt, but really his arms were covered in a deep tissue scar. His face had multiple staples connecting burnt tissue to healthier looking pale skin. His eye’s were a startling turquoise, the fire illuminating the madness that glazed over his pupils.

The fire licked at the sides of your jacket, the rush of the heat forcing you closer to him. You stumbled into his chest. He laughed darkly and grabbed your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His warm fingers pinched you harshly, you attempted to push him away and then quickly realized you’d shove yourself right into the burning forest. “Feeling feisty are we?” He had no smile on his face now, his look holding a menacing curiosity. “So tell me, little red riding hood...” He ran a finger down the side of your face. “What brings you out here to the big bad wolfs forest?” The fires around you disappeared, the forest that was quickly going up in flames returned to normal. The smoke dissipated, the moonlight peaking through the tops of the tree’s as he let go of his firm hold on you. “What... what are you?” The words fell out of your shocked mouth, your fear being overcome by something more confusing.

His looming height, his deep voice. The way the blue light had danced around you two like sinister ballerinas. You should be screaming and terrified, clawing your way away from him.

Yet you felt something else.

You felt like you were in a dream.

“Answering my question with another question?” He took a step towards you.

You took one back, not taking your eyes off of his face.

His somehow, lovely face...

“That isn’t very polite, doll face.” He tilted his his jaw up when he spoke to you, his eyebrow half cocked. “Do I need to teach you some manners?” He took another step towards you and you stammered back, shaking your head no with wide eyes. He smiled, drinking up your fear. “Alright then, let’s try this again.” He asked crossing one arm over his chest, holding the other hand out, letting a blue flame hover over his palm. “What has got such a nice looking young lady walking around out here by herself?”

“I’m... I’m with my friends...” You took a shallow breath and tried to sound more confident. “There’s supposed to be a party here tonight.” You said a little more sturdy. Maybe if he knows people are looking for you, he’ll leave you alone.

“I didn’t peg you for a party girl.” He let out a raspy laugh. “That sounds kinda fun, maybe I’ll drop by for some fun.” He licked his front teeth, each tooth in his mouth was pointed like a sharks. You gasped and fell backwards, your shoulders hit the base of a strong tree, sending a sharp pain up your spine. “Thanks for the invitation sweet heart.” He drew out his last words with a deep bellied laugh, the flames in his palm spreading to his entire body.

In just a moment, he was gone.

“Hey there you are!” Iris walked around the paths turn as she yelled at you. “I thought we really got separated for a minute there.” She stopped in her tracks as she saw you plastered against the tree, your fingers digging into the bark shooting sharp pain under your nails. Your face is void of color, and your chest is heaving. “Oh my god! You look like you just saw a ghost.” She rushed over to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you down the path. “I know you can be a bit of a chicken, but we barely ran ahead! You should of just followed us.” She sounded more irritated than worried about your well being. “Iris there was someone out here.” You forced the words out of your wind pipe, looking over your shoulder.

The night air felt heavy, like has was standing right in front of you, using all of the fresh air for himself.

“Yeah duh, there’s like, thirty people out here.” She scoffed pulling you towards the sound of speakers thumping. You could hear the bass boosting, people were laughing and singing. You yanked on her hand, trying to pull her back so she would listen. “I’m not talking about the party there was a man and he-” She whipped her head and scowled at you. “Can you chill? You’re acting nuts.“

Her words stung, but it’s not like this was the first time your friends had brushed you off.

You bit your tongue. “It’s not really the time to be pulling a prank.” She softened her harsh tone a bit. “I have someone I want you to meet.” She said, her mood completely shifting. Her voice was sing song-y, she waggled her eyebrows at me. “He’s super smart. I think you’ll like him.”

The party was in full swing, a small bon fire was burning in the center of the clearing. A few cut logs circled around the fire, along with a few canvas camp chairs. They were all abandoned, everyone either dancing or standing around talking into their drinks. Lily waved frantically at me, she was hanging off of J’s arm, her face pink from the alcohol already. Iris followed you over to them and Lily touched your face a little harder than she meant too and giggled. “H-ey!” She pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You have got to meet J’s brother. His name is Kai!” You followed her to a boy standing alone by the drink table. He had floppy blonde hair that curled onto his forehead. He wore thick rimmed glasses and had honey brown colored eyes hiding behind them. He gave you a sweet smile. “Oh hi, you must be Y/N.” He had light freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. “Wanna sit and talk?” He pointed to the fire and you joined him. You two talked for a little while, he told you about his classes and a few other mundane get to know you things.

“Yeah it’s a pretty tough major, I have to study-” He stopped talking for a second.

“Are you alright?” You asked him, his face turning kind of green. “Yeah I just suddenly feel terrible.” He wiped some sweat off of his head. “And hot.” He stood up and stumbled towards the forest line. You started to stand up to go after him, when he whipped around with a smile. “I’m okay sweet heart. How’s your drink?” He asked, his voice suddenly lower. Your heart sunk in your stomach as he sauntered over to you, taking a place back on the log. He threw an arm around your neck and pressed your head against his shoulder. “This party is kind of lame...” He whispered so that only you could hear him. Not that anyone was paying much attention to you two. “Wanna get out of here babe?” He purred into your ear. You sat up and shoved him off of you. His glasses shifted off his nose from your push. His brown eyes swirled into another color, now a bright blue. You gasped and he held up a finger. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin the party now would you?” He said with a wink. “You need to get out of here!” You said through clamped lips, trying not to make a scene. “No way beautiful! I’m enjoying myself. Let me have a sip of that.” He snatched your drink and took a gulp. He spit it out immediately. “Is that water? What’s wrong with you!?” He dropped your plastic cup on the ground. “Let’s get you a real drink.” He reached out to take your hand and you threw your hands in the air. “What? No! Where’s Kai?” You wanted to pull your hair out. It was like talking to a brick wall. “Is he really your type? He seems like a fuckin’ dork.” He gave you a soft flick in the forehead. You slapped his hand and took a deep breath. “What do you want?”

A wide grin spread across Kai’s face, a look you didn’t think the boy’s body had ever made before. “That’s a good question.” His gaze trailed from your eyes down your body. You covered your chest by crossing your arms, feeling self conscious suddenly. “I was feeling a bit bored, so I was going to torch these drunk kids.” He looked over at your group of friends, Lily was spilling her drink, Iris and Ami were grinding on each other to impress the two boys standing nearby. “A big fire, a bunch of drunk idiots. It’d be written off as a terrible tragedy.” He clicked his tongue. “You know what? That does still sound kinda fun.”

You punched him in the arm. “Will you stop it!” You said a little too loud. A boy from your campus gave you a weird look from a few feet away, but didn’t interfere. “Did you just punch a demon?” He asked with a straight face. You brushed off his words, the anger boiling over. “You know I think I have you figured out.” You narrowed your eyes and jammed a finger on his chest. “You just like causing drama, don’t you!” You sighed, exasperated. “You’re just like my damn friends. Doing and saying whatever you want without regard for anyone’s feelings.” A few tears stung behind your eyes. “So can you politely fuck off?”

The man hiding behind Kai’s face was intrigued. “You know what...” His voice was raspy. “I like you Y/N.” You blinked and his scarred face appeared in place of Kai’s, his floppy hair hiding part of his forehead. He leaned in and cupped your face, planting a hungry kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered close, his lips were surprisingly soft as they smashed into yours. He pulled back and bit your bottom lip hard, drawing a bit of blood. You winced and tried to pull away. He pressed his mouth back onto yours for a moment longer, gripping your face to hold you just where he wanted you.

He pressed his mouth against your ear and whispered to you. “You don’t belong here.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. Why would he say that? You belong here, you thought. J and his friends didn’t invite you specifically but you knew that the girls always take you anyway.

Yeah that’s why they dumped you on the only other loser at the party...

A little voice in the back of your head said.

No I mean, Kai is nice. They probably thought you two would make a nice couple.

“Why would you say that?” You looked at his face, it was back to Kai’s. His eye color the only thing giving him away.

“Aw come on, look around you!” he motioned to the party goers.

Beautiful people, popular people. You could never be one of them... that familiar ping of rejection sat in your stomach.

“I- I know...” You started to say and he interrupted. “You’re so much better than them!” He said loudly. The party seemed so far away, the thumping music warping and sounding like distant violins. Smoke gathered low on the ground. Your dancing friends were moving in slow motion as shadows, you couldn’t tell them apart.

The man stood up, his body looking like his own now. You looked around for Kai, you saw nothing but warped silhouettes.

“You have a unique soul...” His voice echoed around you. “You don’t deserve to be stepped on, treated like you’re anything less than a goddess!” He was shouting, horns grew out of his head. They were spiraled and black, jutting out of his dark hair. “I’m not a goddess...” You looked down at your body, at your hands. You feel so plain, your friends tell you that about your style all the time. One of the shadows appeared in front of you. A shrill voice called out from its gaping mouth. “You can’t wear that out with us! You look dumpy!” It was a quote from Lily. Another shadow loomed over you. “Could you stop panicking? It’s killing the vibe!” It screeched something Iris said to you often. You dropped to your knee’s and covered your ears. “Are you really eating that? I just know that I could never.” Ami’s shadow said behind you, quietly. Her words always coming as a surprise attack, she would stick up for you but only to a point.

The demon took a step between you and the harsh memories. His arms glowing with his blue flames. He had large black wings that blew them away with one quick gust. “You’re not a goddess yet...” He tipped your chin gently, making your teary eyes look up at him. “But if you come with me, I’ll show you real power.” He said aloof, his face not showing too much emotion anymore. He had a cool, stoic glance as he studied your features. “Where would we go?”

He smiled. “Anywhere, everywhere.” He knelt down, crouching in front of you. He leaned in close to you, still holding your face. “I’ll take you to my kingdom, where you’ll sit on my lap on my throne.” His hand left your chin and slowly crept just below it, holding onto your throat with his thumb and pointer finger. “You’ll be my sexy little pet, hopelessly spoiled and relentlessly fucked, for eternity.”

He squeezed your throat gently, just barely applying pressure. The warmth of desire crawled through you slowly, heat building in your core. “Give yourself to me...” He growled in your ear. A small whine left your lips, riling the demon lord up further. He pressed himself on you, you lost your balance and fell onto your back.

The bonfire burned blue, it’s embers floated lazily above you two in the air. The shadows seemed even further away as the landscape around you changed. The tree’s grew even taller, the gnarled branches reaching impossibly high. The lush grass of the clearing was gone, your back rested on a warm stone.

He parted your legs and pressed his hips hard on you, you whimpered, his cock pressing against your inexperienced body. “Dabi...” He reveled in your sweet cries for him. “Yes, little red?” He felt a rush of primal energy. His voice was layered, an echoing deep sound that vibrated in your head. “I want to go with you...” A clawed finger touched your neck, you felt a searing pain as he burnt an ‘x’ on your unblemished skin. You screamed, but you didn’t push him away. The burn was a tattoo, a small black dragon that spit blue flames. It’s flames coiled around your neck, a thin line around you like a collar.

You heard distant screaming, was that Lily crying? He was removing your clothes, your breath heavy and hands shaking with excitement. You opened your eyes and looked to the side, you could see part of your old world through a blue wall of fire.

The party was up in flames.

Dabi bit down on the side of your breast, snapping your attention back to him. “Eye’s on me pet.” He looked you in the eye as he plunged himself inside of you. You cried out, he pulled himself out of your throbbing sex and tasted your virgin blood on his tongue. “What an obedient little minx.” He pulled your hips to him, dragging your bare body across the stone. He towered over you, enjoying how small and powerless you looked underneath him.

His hips were wild, he thrust into your dripping walls with incredible force. His size stretching your muscles to better fit him. You could do nothing but scream his name, begging him for another orgasm. He deliciously obliged, giving your body the shaking release it craved. He slowed just slightly, you felt his staff pulse inside of you seemingly out of nowhere, a slight twinge in his face giving away the only clue that he was finished with you for now. His hot seed spilled into you, he stopped his erratic movements and leaned down to your lips as he pulled out. Your body is covered in bite marks and bruises, his kiss coming as a soft surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he smiled into your mouth. “I could get used to this...” You choked out through a lust filled throat.

Your mind never trailed away from him even for a moment, your old life behind you in a flash. You felt your head while laying beneath him, you’d grown two little curved horns.

#dabi x reader #bnha reader #bnha dabi #kinktober bnha #kinktober dabi #dabi lemon #bnha au #monster bnha #lemon bnha #kinktober #bnha halloween special

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katedrakeohd · 4 years

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Cordonia 1885

[Masterlist]

Previously on Cordonia 1885 - After being rescued from the bloody prison of his hotel room, Drake has been taken to the safe haven of Mary's family home.

But how safe is he really?

Cast of Cordonian characters: Drake Walker, Bastien Lykel and Bloody Mary (OC)

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Series Notes / Warnings :

Major character death, blood, vampirism, graphic descriptions of corpses, angst, swearing, content of a sexual nature, animal death. -

(sorry folks this isn't a romantic comedy)

Word count: 2080

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- Chapter Four -

The stair treads creak under their feet as they go up. The smell of decay is thicker up here, and it makes Drake's eyes water. He was starting to suspect that there was a dead body, or bodies in the house. At the top of the stairs there are four doors, all ajar except for one.

Drake covers his mouth and nose with his bent elbow, muffling his voice.

“M – Mary? Seriously don't you smell that? Is there something or someone dead in this house? You said that your father died, but what happened to your mother?”

Mary doesn't answer at first and just leads Drake to a bedroom at the end of the hall, “Mother and I exchanged letters monthly while I was working for the Beaumonts, but two months ago her letters stopped. She had mentioned an illness, and doctor visits.”

“Were you able to come see her before she..passed?”

“Just once, and she had become so sick that she had taken to her bed to await her end.”

“Is she still here?”

“N..no,” she lied.

Before Drake can respond, Mary grabs him by the elbow and pulls him into her father's room.

The bedroom contains a large wooden bed, wash stand with basin and mirror, and a dresser. In the corner a coat rack is wearing a wool overcoat similar to Drake's. A pair of men's leather shoes sit on the floor at the base of the rack. A bar of shaving soap and a straight razor sit next to the wash basin. Mary lights the candles on the dresser, near the wash stand, as well as one on the windowsill.

Drake sits on the end of the bed and watches her prepare the room. She opens dresser drawers and shows him the contents, “Father was a tall man, but not too tall, and wasn't an overeater. His clothes should fit you.”

Drake looks around the room again, appreciating how neatly it's been kept. Mary takes off Drake's wool coat and hangs it on the rack next to her Father's. When she walks back over to stand in front of him, he notices the smeared dark stains on her undergarments for the first time. But none of the bloody areas were fresh, or spreading, so her clothes weren't hiding any wounds.

He looks down at the blood on his own hands, and clothing. “The blood all over the hotel mattress wasn't yours was it?”

Mary shakes her head slowly and steps over closer to unbutton his shirt. “Definitely not mine.”

Her fingers feel cool against his skin as she slides the shirt down off of his shoulders, letting it fall down his arms and pool around his waist.

“But..but I didn't find any cuts on me either.” He says nervously, as she unbuttons his trousers.

Mary puts her hand on his neck and brushes her thumb across the itchy welt below his ear, making him shiver and his skin pimple with goosebumps.

She leans in and kisses his mouth, continuing to rub gently at the spot on his neck. When he leans forward to kiss her back, she pulls back and then shifts her mouth to his ear, whispering, “I didn't cut you Drake. I bit you.”

Drake recoils at her cool breath on his skin, scrambling backward on the bed, his arms tangling in the sleeves of his shirt as it gets trapped beneath him.

“Y- you bit me? Hard enough to make me bleed!?”

Mary unties the ribbons at the bodice of her undershirt and then slides down the waistband of her underpants, letting her clothes drop to the floor. Drake watches her climb naked onto the bed after him, her eyes looking darker than they did before. But it's not passion he sees, but a hunger of a different kind. The mark on his neck starts to tingle and the itching in his groin flares to life when he sees her lick her lips.

Mary straddles his lap, and traps his forearms by his sides. Drake is shocked at how incredibly strong she is for someone so slightly built. He looks up at her with panic in his eyes as her lips spread into a sharp toothed smile. He sucks in a breath and his mouth drops open.

“Sssh, screaming won't help you one bit. There's nobody to hear you.”

“But..but..Bas..Bastien?” he stammers, twisting his shoulders up off the bed and trying to break free. “What in the hell are you?”

Mary releases his arms and strokes her fingers down the sides of his neck and along the contours of his shoulders and chest, smiling at the way he tries to swallow down his mixture of fear and desire. His eyes travel down her naked body, and he tries to wet his lips though his mouth has gone dry.

Mary tips her head back and laughs, “We're vampires, Drake.”

“You struggled too much the first time I bit your neck and it made me waste so much of your blood. And when I bit you here,” Mary rocks her hips against his groin, causing Drake to gasp at his body’s response. “You liked it so much you wouldn't stay still so I could finish what I started. You have a remarkable tolerance for alcohol, and I was expecting you to be more drunk while I fed from you.”

Drake is speechless as he struggled to understand what he was being told. His attempts to buck her off are halted by the viselike clamp of her thighs. She shakes her head and clucks her tongue to scold him.

“Struggling is just going to bruise your beautiful skin and exhaust you, and I want you to be awake for this.”

“Awake..for w-what?” he protests, as she leans forward and covers his body with hers.

“We want to make you one of us.” she purrs seductively, as she nuzzles his ear.

Laying chest to chest, Mary can feel his heart thumping against his ribs.

“Try to relax, Drake. Pretend we're just lovers cuddling after sex,” she whispers, turning his head to the side to expose his neck.

“I..I can't move. And this hardly feels like cuddling.” Drake whimpers as he feels her tongue touch his skin.

Close your eyes, and try to calm down. The faster your heart beats, the quicker you'll bleed out. I just want another taste of you. You're so damn delicious.

Drake blinks rapidly in surprise when he hears her soothing voice in his head. “How..how do you do that?” he whispers.

It's one of my gifts, now sssh. Just listen to the sound of my voice and relax a little. The hammering of your heart is deafening. Just breathe, and you might even enjoy this.

“Enjoy..wh- ,” but his words are cut off when he feels the pinch of her fangs and the suction of her lips against his skin.

Mmm, so delicious. Just breathe and relax. I want you docile, not dead.

Drake feels an overwhelming dizziness and fatigue numb his senses and limbs. It was like being heavily intoxicated and mildly aroused at the same time. When he tries to open his eyes he can't.

A sensuous moan resonates out of Mary's throat and Drake is transported back to a few hours ago and their romp in the hotel room. As he slips into unconsciousness he recalls mental flashes of soft perfumed skin and impossibly red lips being pressed against him. His heart skips and falters in its rhythm and his last thought is Mary..please stop.

“Mary, stop!” Bastien's voice booms out as his tall figure fills the doorway.

Sitting back, Mary wipes at the trickle of blood running down her chin and glares in Bastien's direction for the interruption. When Bastien takes a menacing lunge forward, meaning to grab for her, Mary leaps from Drake's unconscious body and scrambles over to the other side of the bed.

She makes no move to cover herself as she rushes around the corner and tries to push Bastien back out of the room.

He easily sidestepped her attack and spun around to catch her by the wrist before she can regain her balance and strike again.

“Stop it, you fool!” he warns, “I'm stronger than you and can snap you like a twig.”

Mary snarls at him, and tries to claw at his eyes, but he grabs her arm and forces her down onto the floor on her knees. He tightens his grip on her and crisscrosses her wrists up under her throat to subdue her. “I said stop!”

Mary looks up at him with anger and contempt in her eyes, but stops struggling.

“I want him for myself! Show me how to make him mine.” she wails.

Bastien shakes his head, “No, I told you to get him cleaned up and dressed, not to finish him off.”

Mary sags down onto the floor in defeat and Bastien lets her go. She turns away from his disapproving, piercing gaze and looks over to Drake's prone body on the bed.

Bastien grabs the sleep shirt hanging on the back of the bedroom door and tosses it at her. “Cover yourself for Christ's sake! He's still a mortal man and your nakedness is too much of a distraction. You were a decent chamber maid once, now do what I ask. Go prepare him a bath. I'll pick him out some clothes and then revive him, if it's not too late.”

Mary sighs, getting up from the floor and pulling the oversized sleepwear over her head. It was hardly as elegant as her own frilly undergarments, but at least she wouldn't be performing her chore naked.

“Are you forgetting that I was fired because of my poor housemaid skills?”

“No, you were fired because you were a mistress who couldn't keep her mouth shut.” Bastien snaps back, as he pours water from the pitcher into the wash basin. “Now, go. Before I get more angry.”

She turns to give Bastien a dirty look before she leaves, but his attention is already taken by rummaging through her father's dresser for clothing.

Bastien pulls a simple button down cotton shirt, underpants and a pair of wool trousers, along with a set of braces to hold them up. The clothes were in decent condition despite being of lower quality. He had to remind himself that this was the home of a commoner and not to expect a Noble’s finery. He lays out the clothes on the top of the dresser and then sighs with dismay at the horrible state of Drake's shaggy beard and hair. Both were matted with blood and in desperate need of a trim.

Thankfully there's a razor and soap handy because the poor bastard needs a shave.

Grasping Drake's ankles he drags him down to the end of the bed and removes his trousers.

My goodness, he's hairy everywhere it seems.

Balling up his smelly and worn out trousers into a ball he tosses them to the corner. Cocking his head to the side he smirks with disapproval at the bites Mary had made on the inside of his thigh.

Amateur. If her fangs had torn a bigger hole he would have bled out his whole supply in seconds. No wonder the hotel bed was in such a foul mess when we found him.

She had stupidly left fang Mark’s on his penis too. Poor guy must have been in a state of itchy, firey agony.

With a sigh, Bastien tucks his fingers in the junction of Drake's thigh and groin to test for a pulse. He's pleased to detect a faint throb of life under the skin amid the bloody mess of his pubic hair. Oh good, she didn't totally kill him…yet.

Pulling him upright, he relieves Drake of his shirt, and then repositions him on the bed so that he can give him a shave.

When Mary returns to tell Bastien that the bath was ready, she's pleased to see Drake with a clean face and a handsome moustache on his lip. His hair has also been dampened and combed into place.

“He's starting to look better,” she grins as she appreciates his nakedness. “Do we have to put clothes back on him?”

Bastien sighs, “Yes, Mary. Is the bath ready and the fire stoked?”

Mary nods.

“Good. Now while I carry him downstairs I want you to bring along his clothes.”

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Bloodbound chapter 6- Creature of the Shadows

Introduction

The day that changed Pietro’s life wasn’t a day. It was a night. He got a phone call on that fateful night which made him abandon his twin during the celebration dinner for her new job. He had been called to a crime scene for investigation. That one incident determined his course of action.

It’s been three months since the night Pietro saw the mangled body. Still they were not close to solving the case than they were that night. There had been many talks in the base what could have killed that man but most of them were just plain crazy. But crazy had been his life since joining the secret organisation, Special Threat Assessment for Known Extranormalities but they usually went by the name S.T.A.K.E. The agency dealt with extreme and weird cases in the city. He had come across weird cases while filing the reports but this was his first field work.

Nothing can be said about the case for sure till they receive a forensic report. It has to be a beast gone rogue, Pietro thought. The bite marks and the ripping matched an animal’s jaw than a knife. But it didn’t make any sense. An animal barely wanders into a big city; that too a rouge one is very rare and weird. It’s weirder that it still has not been spotted by anyone.

Pietro made his way to the lab to collect the report. He entered the lab and he saw Fitz working on his laptop.

The night flashed in front of Pietro’s eyes. Fitz-Simmons were there to collect evidence. Pietro talked with the local police saying S.H.I.E.L.D will take over the case. The police looked at him suspiciously but grumbled an agreement. We need a believable name he thought as he entered the secured area. He saw the two scientists make their way, down the alley, to the death body. He followed them. At the end of the alley, his eyes settled on the dead body for the first time. It wasn’t like anything he had seen before. The road below it was dark maroon. The blood that had pooled around the body has dried away. It looked like gummy red substance now. He saw Fitz cringe his face as he looked at the unidentifiable body. But Simmons didn’t seem to mind it. She set onto work. Once they had finished, they vacated the scene.

Pietro asked for the report to Fitz. He was searching through the files in the shelf when Simmons came out of the wet lab talking, “Fitz, did you decrypt the radio signal we picked up last week. Agent Hand thinks that it might have to do with Dr. Banner’s disappearance. The last location of Dr. Banner and the signal have been picked within 1-mile radius.” She didn’t notice Pietro, she continued, “The case has been moved to top priority. We have a meeting with Agent Hand at 2:30” she ranted on in her British accent.

After she finished talking, she noticed that Pietro was in the room. “Sorry. I didn’t see you there. How can we help you?”

“He is here for the report of feral case. I can’t find the file” Fitz said throwing up his hand in defeat.

Simmons searched the shelf again and Fitz stood looking at her with his hand on his hips.

“Here it is” she said as she took a file and handed it to Pietro. Pietro thanked her and left. On his way to the debriefing room, he opened the file. The first paper had a photo of the body attached to it.

The image of the body had never felt his mind. Seeing, the carcass and the blood took him to that night again. A pungent rotting smell of decaying flesh hit him even before he walked into the scene. Suddenly, in the corridor he smelled the decaying flesh. His nostrils flared up and he could smell it everywhere. Pietro closed the file breathing shakily. His hands trembled and he felt the room closing in on him. He entered the nearby washroom. He balanced himself in the sink and tried to breath regularly. He had seen his fair share of dead bodies but nothing compared to the state of the body in this case. A shiver ran down his spine. He thought to himself that he would never get over this case.

The days passed by. Handling technical issues, writing reports and transporting criminals filled his life. The animal attacks continued so did the mangled bodies. The number of agents working on the case was increased to keep up with the attacks.

Nine months after the first case, Pietro came across a peculiar one which piqued his interest. Like every day, he reported to base in the morning. As soon as he entered, he was dragged out by Thompson for investigating a crime scene. When they arrived at the scene, the area was already cut off from general public with yellow tape. The forensic team had also left leaving only the outline of the body. The body has been taken to the base for autopsy. Pietro and Thompson stood near the yellow tape.

“I want you to question that man over there. He was the one who notified the police.”

Pietro nodded and looked at the man. He was wearing worn-out clothes and a crumpled coat over it. His facial hair was over-grown and his eyes were red and sunken. He looked hung over. He was nervous. He kept shifting his weight from one foot to another and kept looking around. Pietro approached him.

“You’re the one who notified us?” The man nodded and Pietro continued, “What’s your name?”

“Charles Hinton.”

“Can you tell me when did you find the body?”

“I don’t know the time. But it was morning. There was sunlight. I called the police as soon I saw; I swear.”

“Did you touch the body?”

“No. I didn’t. I was revolted to go near it. It was disgusting. I felt my stomach churn.”

“Walk me through the incident.”

“I was on my way to collect breakfast from the bakery next street. The baker is a good man. He gives me bread in the morning every day. I saw the body only when I was few steps away from it. Other than the face nothing was recognisable remotely to a person. All the internal organs were on the street. There was blood everywhere. I backed off afraid. I almost ran away but decided to call the police.”

Pietro’s mind instantly travelled to the similar case he had investigated nine months ago. The body was ripped apart and the person was beyond recognition. In this case, unlike the previous one, the face remained intact. Identifying the victim would be easier he thought.

“Was anyone else there?”

“No, just me”

“Thanks. We will reach out for further questioning in future.”

Thompson noticed Pietro approaching him as he was talking with Fitz-Simmons. “What do you think of this case, Maximoff?” he asked.

“The informant says that the body was mangled. So, another animal attack?”

“Sadly yeah” replied Thompson.

“We all thought it would a feral animal but it was a dead end. We have to start looking at other options.”

“Thought so. But the claw and bite marks plus the embedded tooth point towards animal attack” interjected Fitz.

“Embedded tooth?” That’s a huge lead thought Pietro.

“Just now Simmons was filling me on the details. Apparently, a canine was embedded into the flesh of the victim” said Thompson

This was a great lead. If they find the animal all they had to do is put it to sleep. But something in Pietro’s head kept saying that it wasn’t an animal even though it looked like the work of a big cat or a bear. This could be his big break and he was determined to get to the bottom of this.

Chapter 7

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waiting4inspiration · 5 years

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Just Try XL (Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader)

Summary: Natalie makes you smile and laugh for the first time in a while. Bucky tells you that they might have found the base where Mason is that that they’re attacking tonight

Warnings: fluff, little angst, but like seriously, tooth decaying fluffiness right here, honestly, I can see the end of this series coming closer and it’s making me sad

Just Try Masterlist II Marvel Masterlist

It has been months since Mason was kidnapped and you were forced to watch only one pup grow, wondering how the other was doing and if the growth is the same. But you always stop yourself from thinking how they’re treating him. How they’re giving him the nutrients he needs from his omega mother and how they might be using another nursing omega.

The thought of some other omega breastfeeding your pup always makes you cringe. Though you’ve started to reduce the time you breastfeed Natalie, you can’t help but wonder if HYDRA is doing the same. If they even care about his development. And it breaks your heart knowing that you’re missing some milestones with him.

Even though you hate that fact, you know that you still have to be there for Natalie and celebrate every milestone with her. Things like smiling at familiar faces, her making cooing noises and practically sucking on her hands every moment she can get never fail to make you smile.

Being extremely playful today, she makes that sadness that you’ve been feeling all week lightly fade. Sitting on the floor in front of you, she reaches for your hands that you wave in front of her. Squealing with a smile on her face when she catches a hand, she glances up at you when you giggle. She bounces in joy and tries to mimic your laugh, making you pick her up and bring her up to your face so that you can nuzzle her.

Bucky watches the whole thing from the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as his smile widens when he sees you smiling for the first time in weeks. “How're my two girls doing?” he questions, your head turning to him as he steps forward, dropping his arms to his sides as he lowers himself in front of you.

Before you can reply, Natalie squeaks when her head turns to Bucky. You both chuckle at the smile on her face as she wiggles out of your hands to try and reach her father. “She’s very playful today,” you giggle, placing her back on the ground and letting her crawl over to him.

He reaches out to her with his flesh hand but as she nears her eyes catch he gleaming metal of his other hand. Her tiny hands reach for the hand, cooing as they touch the cold metal. “And she’s a fan of shiny things,” you chuckle, raising your head up to him, making him sigh a small laugh as Natalie wraps her hand around his index finger.

“She’s growing up so fast,” he states, relaxing as his pup smiles brightly up at him. When you don’t say anything, his head lifts and finds you staring at your hands, your lower lip between your teeth as your fingers fumble with each other. “We found another base,” he breaks the silence, his metallic fingers stroking the pup’s cheek as your head snaps up to him. “With the amount of security they’ve got, it’s possible that it’s where they keeping him,” he adds, glancing back down at Natalie when she giggles.

Taking in a deep breath, you nod your head and glance to the side, staring out the window as your heart pounds against your chest. “When are you attacking?” you question, turning your head back to him.

Bucky stares at you for a second before sighing and glancing back at Natalie. “Tonight,” he states, looking back up at you when you shift in your spot. “It’s soon. And I know I just got back from the last mission...”

“This is our pup, Bucky,” you cut him off, lifting your gaze off the ground to stare at him. “Get him back and then we can make up the time we lost together,” you beg, your eyes moving down to Natalie when she turns her head to you. “The sooner we get him out of HYDRA’s claws, the better.”

Bucky spends the next few hours with you and his daughter, waiting for the sun to set and for the pup to grow tired. It has always been like this when they find a new base. He would spend time with his pup until she falls asleep before leaving on the mission with the hope of returning before she awakens.

Seeing you assassin alpha being so gentle never fails to make your heart glow. You said he will an amazing father and you were right. Not by the way he treats Natalie as if she’s the most precious thing in the world, but by promising to keep both pups safe even if it means that he has to kill.

After putting his pup down in the nest when she’s fallen asleep, Bucky gets ready for the mission, letting you help with the straps on the tactical vest. His eyes stare down at the top of your head as you concentrate on your hands.

Placing a hand on the side of your face, he lifts your gaze to meet his, your hands resting on his chest as you let out a sigh. “He’ll be back in your arms before you know it, my omega,” he whispers, stroking the side of your face as his forehead touches yours.

“Just promise me that you’ll be careful,” you beg, nuzzling your face with his as you step closer to his chest. “It is HYDRA, after all, and they could...” you trail off, shutting your eyes to try and push the image out of your mind. “I don’t want them to take you away from me,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his body.

Bucky pulls his head back, forcing your eyes to snap open and stare into his bright blue ones. “I’d like to see them try,” he chuckles, giving you a comforting smile that makes you return the laugh. “We’ll be back before morning. Probably,” he says, leaning forward to place a kiss on your lips.

When he pulls away, resting his head against yours, his fingers graze over the mark on your neck. Thinking back to the time where he claimed you as his, he never thought that he would end up here. A father getting ready to rescue his stolen pup. Back then, he claimed you because he wanted to be with you even if you both thought that pups weren’t in your future. But, you both have come a long way. Together.

“See you soon,” you whisper, touching the side of his face as you step back. He places a hand over yours, squeezing it as he starts to back towards to door.

His eyes never leave yours until he reaches the doorframe where he stays for a few seconds. “See you soon,” he replies, his eyes quickly shifting to his sleeping pup before looking back up at you.

When he walks away, his footsteps disappearing down the hallway, you let out a loud sigh and wrap your arms around your body. Turning around, your eyes land on the door that has been installed with the nursery.

Tiptoeing past the nest and to the door, you quietly open it and flick the light switch to brighten the dark room. Leaning against the frame with your arms folded over your chest, you sigh as your eyes scan the room.

It’s no longer in the mess that you remembered when HYDRA invaded. It hasn’t been for a long time but you still didn’t have the heart to leave Natalie in there alone. Not to mention the fact that you hated seeing an empty crib beside hers. But hopefully, that will change when Bucky and the team come back.

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on the pitcher's mound

read on ao3 She’s at the mound again, where she always ends up.

Life has a funny way of doing that, doesn’t it - jumping from similar moment to similar moment, aligning itself so perfectly around blaseball that nothing else matters. Before the void, she knows-well. She knows she had a life. A family. She didn’t just hatch from an egg and start playing blaseball the next day as the star pitcher of the Garages. She was mayor, wasn’t she? A satisfying career. Friends. Drinks. Nights spent out. Songs with the band. Maybe the shadows and the void took the memories from her, but all the same they’re - well, buried. Missing. Like a space where a lost tooth had been, smarting and metallic and fleshy and warm. Or maybe her life truly was this pre-void, pre-debt. The same collection of moments structured around the true meaning of her life, her true purpose. Maybe she hasn’t changed, and she’s just deluded herself into thinking something so insignificant as being the first to die for the sake of hubris was enough to change her into something inhuman.

If pre-void is a missing tooth, time in the void is a rib aching in her chest. She remember everything and she remembers nothing, remembers the rubber on the pitcher's mound black with decay and falling apart beneath her feet, remembers her fingers biting into the ball so hard that they tear and bleed and scab and bleed again until it’s stained a jagged red, remembers throwing the ball so hard everything in her shoulder snaps and cracks, her arm, her wrist, and through poking shards she still hurls it, sending it off like a tiny cannon or a giant bullet, feeling it’s impact with whatever thing waited beyond the fog. She knows there was nothing but that, nothing less and nothing more. Just an infinity until dirt and blood cling to her like a second skin, her Garages uniform nearly unrecognizable and yet the only familiar thing.

And if before is a cruel joke of a life, after is a heartless crime. They dragged her out, didn’t they, her teammates? They shouted Hotdogfingers and slapped her rapidly knitting-together bones and talked of life as though she could still participate in it. Because she wasn’t there, not really - she wasn’t there how they wanted her to be. Not a martyr to a shelled god she has never seen and can never believe in but can certainly fear. Not the holy face they want to see, just the scarred and bloodied version. Not the innocent victim, nor the vengeful demon. How do you move forward when you’re perched on a pedestal and you can’t remember where your feet begin?

She is still on that mound, pitching until her body falls apart and comes back together in the space of a moment, pitching until she is nothing but a vehicle for the ball, a pawn for the gods to accept. She is still on that mound, not a drop of blood in her veins, nothing but her and blaseball and the ever cracking fire of incineration and whispers of how tragic she was the first to go, how tragic her life was cut short. But no one will say how tragic her eternity merges with some poor carbon copy of being real. She is still on that mound - until she is on the mound again, but her uniform is fresh and starched and audience fills the stands with chants of WE ARE ALL LOVE BLASEBALL and her teammates stand around her, ready, alive. Is she alive? She can’t be alive. She presses two shaky fingers to her inner wrist, and after a moment it flutters - a pulse, strong, then gentle, strong, then gentle. Alive. Blood coursing through her, though the rest is empty. But she is on the mound, and her foot digs into the rubber, and so she pitches.

Nothing looks off, not at first, but she knows it is anyway. She doesn’t know anything anymore, but just like she knows her existence is wrong she knows that this is wrong, her pitching. Each one tears at her mended bones, grinds into her ears, drags her body downward. A chill surrounds her, only they're not even playing the Tigers. Dread, and it’s the closest thing she’s felt to human since - since - since. Jaylen blinks away tears, always the perfect icon, the perfect martyr. She pitches, and she sees everything, everything she has never wanted to see, everything she sees daily. It hurts. God, it hurts. She didn’t want this. No one wants this, to be alive and not, to be divine and not, to be idolized and a demon. The gods do not want this, but the gods are cruel and will take out their unhappiness on -

On the rival team, because as she collapses to the heap, her pitch hits the batter.

Jaylen wants to beg to be taken off the mound, but every time she tries it just disappears. No words, no voice, no memory. They love her, does she know? They idolize her. They play their games with gods that only she has met and faced and feared properly to keep her tattered self in front of their eyes. They would never let her sit in reserve. They don’t blame her, you know. She might throw the balls but she doesn’t choose who hurts, after all. She may tear another part of her shred of humanity away with every pitch, and she may be rapidly losing the ability to regret it at all, but they don’t blame her. And still, she can only remember the pitching mound, the thrill of a pitch that she knows so well, there sickening crack of yet another turned Unstable, her fault and not hers at all.

Is it worse that she cannot bring herself to regret it? Because if nothing else, when she winds up and aims true as she always has and her arm fails her, the gods fail her, at least she feels something, some rapidly dwindling shred of humanity that raises its ugly head and screams in agony as yet another tiny weight is lifted off of her shoulders. It’s a relief and it’s a new agony, and that’s all being human is, right? Shared relief and agony. When she hits them, turns them Unstable, it’s like she’s back on the mound with a beating heart and functioning lungs and every nerve in her body being fried in such comically slow pain that she can still feel it, sometimes. With guilt and pain is proof that she is human, and she hates herself for wanting that when she’s clearly the furthest from human a person can become.

There is still more to pay, the gods whisper in her ears. There is always more to pay, and you must be the one to pay it, to give it to us. For you were the one who was permitted to come back. You wanted this, didn’t you, Jaylen? You wanted this. You who committed no exceptional sin but to have extraordinarily bad luck, who did nothing magnificent but became an idol for it anyway. You, the first martyr, the first stolen. Pay us the price of your ingratitude. Pay back our kindness tenfold.

And still, every moment is like a dream from which she can’t escape, blurs of faces and names and buildings as she walks by. She is surrounded in fog, one she cannot escape from, until her feet find the rubber of the mound and her fingers press to her pulse, at once achingly alive just in time to damn someone else to a fate as uncertain as hers.

She stands on the mound and the microphone beckons her - or, no, she beckons it with some sliver of the power they think she holds. She is not who she used to be, after all, and there must be some advantage to it.

Hello, Jaylen Hotdogfingers, the microphone crackles, and she suddenly feels as though her skin is not there, that the microphone can see to her very core. How nice of you to finally pay a visit.

She cannot respond. She thinks her vocal cords have been shredded from long ago.

Such a pity, the microphone croons. We so looked forward to playing with you for a little longer. And you do know how we hate to have our toys taken away.

“It’s not their fault,” she croaks, lifting a hand to sense her pulse. Faint, but there, beating at the base of her throat. Her voice sounds harsh and uneven. She hasn’t used it since Before. She didn’t think she ever could again. Her throat feels empty and then it feels filled with moss, a gag of the most effective kind.

If not theirs, then whose is it?

“They don’t dese-” Jaylen manages before the moss overtakes her again, decay crumbling into her gut.

Deserve is a false word, pitcher. Do not speak to me of what anyone deserves when you see so little of how the scales balance themselves, when you have had them so unfairly tipped in your favor. There is no such thing as karma and good deeds; what happens will happen. Deserving does not have a hand in your story, in any of your stories. Speak blasphemy again and you’ll know more of yourself than anyone should see.

Jaylen bites her tongue so hard it bleeds, and it’s only once she tastes the metallic tang that she finds the strength to dredge up words. “My debt is mine to pay, not theirs.”

So you turned yourself into an idol?

She picks up the ball in her right hand, finding the seams with her calloused fingertips before snapping it back into the glove with practiced precision.

Very well, pitcher. I suppose you’re right. But they are not permitted to do that to us without cost.

Suddenly, the microphone felt very close, not the same distance it had been before. You cannot comprehend how easily your road has been paved, Jaylen Hotdogfingers. And your request only makes it bumpier.

I hope you maintain the certainty of your choice.

And, just before Jaylen releases the ball again, the microphone came back to her. To the right. Up a smidge. There you go. You know what will happen to you if you don’t, pitcher, correct? You know what fate awaits you, awaits your friends.

The weight on her back shuffles and folds in, redistributing. A new bargain, a new form of payment, new terms of interest. Same debt. Same guy-wrenching debt.

And she knows what will happen if she doesn't obey, so she casts as much of a prayer as her broken mind can conjure and lets her true aim strike the batter between the ribs.

The microphone chuckles so only she could hear.

The payment is new, indeed, but it is not being Unstable, it is not incinerating until they’re gone completely. It is Flickering, being alive one moment and gone the next but still alive when you come back. It is ceasing to exist and, in the breath you were gone, reappearing. New jersey, new team, same soul. Probably.

It...hurts, probably, though Jaylen is not one to guess at pain. It hurts, and the guilt is there, but it is better, isn’t it? To switch allegiance and keep your beating heart. To drain the blood of fraternity from your veins and fill back up again.

Anything is better than Unstable.

(At least it’s not Death. At least it’s not the Void.)

That is the mantra in her head both on and off the field. That is the mantra that carries her when her feet cannot. That is the mantra that drowns out the screams of those she has damned.

They’re playing the Philly Pies. Jaylen barely registers it even though the scent of sugar clings to them in waves. She is up to pitch again, and she hears the clinical voice of the gods whispering in her ear. Betsy Trombone, they whisper, and she hardly cares, too clinically removed to hear the edge in their words. Too relieved to be alive and on the mound again to care about who she’s about to hurt. Jaylen Hotdogfingers pitches the baseball straight into Betsy Trombone, or something that used to be Betsy Trombone.

And she Flickers.

Her fingers find her left wrist immediately, digging desperately and probably leaving marks, but then she

nothing

has no wrists and she has no fingers and when she’s alive again her fingers are practically inside of her skin, touching her bones.

This is worse, this is so much worse than she could have imagined, so much more painful on the organs she barely holds in check anymore. She -

nothing

-can barely-

nothing

-feel anything in her-

repent repent repent this is your debt to pay and your cross to bear and being nothing is too kind a fate for a sinner like you to

-wrist, where’s her beating heart, has she decayed right back into a-

claim you the false deity the false god you are truly an idol to be prayed to and to repent for all those who would dare place their faith in a husk

-uniform. A new uniform, smelling faintly of sugar. She can’t remember the last time she smelled anything.

She is on the bench, as though in reserve, but there aren't any instruments laying around or heads laying on her shoulder. Everything is pastel, open, airy. No Garages Navy to be seen.

She has been Feedbacked, and she has never felt more trapped.

A better fate than what the gods wanted, Jaylen had thought. She’s fallen to the same hubris that had killed her the first time, too presumptuous that everyone would prefer forceful separation than the void.

It was foolish to think she could outplay the gods, really. Because in the end they always got what they wanted.

She pressed her fingers to her wrist again, breaths jagged and shallow, and felt nothing.

Sometimes, they even got more.

#blaseball #jaylen hotdogfingers #character study #seattle garages #philly pies #ohhh boy made myself sad

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years

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Dad! Kang Daniel A-Z

So I see a lot of those NSFW A-Z’s of idols and decided to try something different and do Dad! Daniel A-Z. I hope you like this, it was a bit of fun for the afternoon! These are just my thoughts, not what I expect Daniel to do in the future lol!

I’m open to writing actual Dad! Daniel fictions in the future too, if you’d like something more than scenario based!

AFFECTION

Daniel is very affectionate with his children. He loves cuddling with them, and was sad when the older girls started to grow out of enjoying his hugs constantly. He loved the feeling of being their security blanket, and relishes it whenever they let him now.

BIRTH

He was there throughout every birth. He couldn’t imagine letting you go through it all alone. Anything you needed, he got you. The type to come with a bag of snacks that he knows you like, but eats them himself because he’s grown nervous. After the first child he had a little more understanding of what was going to happen, but since each delivery was different, he would still find himself questioning how to be your biggest support. Wanted to cut the umbilical cord of your first child but felt too hesitant. Definitely did it for the others.

CONSISTENCY

Daniel is mostly consistent and follows through with your mutual parenting regime. If he’s really tired he’s most likely to give in then, and so you try your best to make sure he isn’t left alone when in that state - after your daughter convinced him to buy her the expensive doll house you had told her she couldn’t get, you weren’t prepared to take any further chances.

DAD SKILLS

Understanding how to communicate well with each of your children depending on their age and stage. Changes his language to suit their needs and all your children have always felt at ease because communication for needs and wants flows easily.

EDUCATION

Hands on approach more so than with books. Likes to set up fun experiments in the weekends to teach and play with. Very interested in sports and helps his children with them. Likes being involved in the school as much as he can and fosters a program for performance. Your children that are in school are all pretty well known because of their Dad and are very proud to point out their Dad whenever they see him at school too.

FUN

Has almost as much fun playing with some of the toys and activities as your kids do. Is known as the fun Dad within the neighbourhood and at school. The type to not batter an eye through an intense pretend tea party with the girls, and gets really into eating all that yummy pretend cake that it makes you laugh.

GETTING THROUGH PREGNANCY

Daniel was always supportive. The type to get up and buy you the thing you’re craving at 3am even if he’s just rolled into bed an hour ago. Was always worried when you suffered from morning sickness, even after the first born. Went to every scan and read pregnancy books with you in preparation. Knew when to comply and challenge your hormonal behaviours well.

HOW MANY

Four. You wanted two, he wanted three, somehow you ended up with an extra. Three girls and a boy. Whilst Daniel was thankful for his son to not outnumber him alone, he loves raising little girls and is pretty chuffed to be known as the Daughter-Daddy within your group of friends. Does a lot of rough and tough with his son, after years of tea-parties, he’s all too happy to have a son to experience new adventures with.

INTIMACY

Despite having children, your intimacy is still pretty decent. The kids groan cheekily whenever they see you both kiss, but hugging is constantly something Daniel does with you regardless. The kids all love it, snuggling up for movie night is a family favourite.

Your sex life isn’t as active as it once was, about 1-2 times a week. Which when you think about it, with four kids, it’s pretty great to be that active still!

JOB

Daniel’s idol life continued through the first baby, but after that he opted to run his own company, helping train idols with the knowledge that he gained through a very successful career. He still managed to do spot performances with WANNA ONE for anniversaries, and with his fellow MMO members, but he knew with four kids, and his age, he needed to find something more stable and city-based. His schedule was still packed, but he ensured he made time in it for activities with his family too.

KID FREE TIMES

You both made a point to have date night every fortnight where you went out for the night. Admittedly you both messed up in the beginning, still talking about the kids, but after setting the rule not to discuss anything parenting wise, your date nights became something you both looked forward to a lot.

Whenever the kids were in bed and you both were home you’d just cuddle up and catch up with each other and waking up in the morning without a kid(s) in between you was rare, but very well received (and an easy way to get in one of those more intimate sessions – normally quickly with the thrill of getting it out of the way before being disturbed to start the daily grind, hah!)

You were both looking forward to the times where your kids could go on camp, but it was a wee way off to have all four out at the same time.

LIMITS

Since he works with large groups of young people every day, loudness is never a problem for Daniel. Nor is bustling activity, because he could just lay there and supervise if he was feeling a little tired. However what he couldn’t handle was the children fighting. He literally struggled with seeing them argue or physically hit each other, it really got under his skin. He would come down on them all pretty hard then, almost regretting it as soon as his harsh words left his mouth. He would often feel pretty low after it too, turning to you for support and building himself back up as a parent.

He also found the department store with four kids all wanting this that and another thing as well; all too overwhelming and either buy them everything or nothing at all to deal with the environmental chaos.

MUM ONLY

Daniel was pretty hands on with most things, but the one thing he couldn’t deal with is sickness. If one of the kids was sick, he panicked so much that your calm and collected approach was the one chosen in the end. He’d always flitter outside the door worriedly asking you how they are every few moments, and when your second daughter broke her arm falling off her bike he was an absolute wreck. He really is emotional for his kids. Funny thing, he could take very good care of you if you’re sick. Which with four kids, when it made its rounds, you were very grateful you had him for nursing you back to health.

NUTRITION

Loves making meals for his family with you. As a unit you’re both big on meal prep. Looked up good healthy kids snacks and most of the time insists on them. But also the type to blow their entire diet and throw them on a sugar high at least once a month as a treat. Uses ice-cream as a bribery tactic often. When your eldest daughter had her first dental check and had early tooth decay signs in one of her baby teeth (lol), Daniel insisted on a month long stringent of eating well, until the tooth fell out and he realised that brushing twice a day and eating well in moderation was better than preventing pretend cake at the tea parties. The girls had been very anti-Daddy during that stage.

OUTER VILLAGE

Very close with Seongwoo’s, Jisung’s and Minhyun’s families especially and every summer would organise a vacation together. Would turn to Minhyun for a lot of parenting advice, even when you were the first out of the group to give birth. Good thing Minhyun’s full of sound knowledge!

PETS

You still have three cats and although he wanted more, it was hard for Daniel to share his cats with his kids. They would pull their tails and Daniel would just about dive on them to protect them. Spent a lot of time teaching the children the importance of respecting animals. Takes them to petting zoos often whenever he feels like there’s just not enough paws at home. Tried to convince you along with your third daughter that another cat would match the number of kids, but you didn’t buy into it so three it remains.

QUALITY TIME

Despite his schedule, Daniel insists on quality one on one time with his children. He takes each girl on a Daddy date which they all love, and often goes out with your son to play. Tries to read to each child before bed in the weekends, though your eldest now reads to him and puts him to sleep instead, oops.

REPRIMANDING

Daniel isn’t the type to like telling your children off. He’d rather negotiate and find a happy medium than scold and take things from them. He’s a sucker for their tears too, but overall if he has to; he will give them consequences and will stick to them too. Usually the harshest when he finds them physically pushing one another around, and he really has no time for disrespect in his household.

SPOILED?

Yep. The “perks” of raising three princesses means they all have princess rooms and all the things they generally wanted, except the knight in shining armour (Daniel is not prepared for this stage and often worries about it even though your eldest is only seven lol). His son has the latest games, a bunch of bikes and skateboards and the backyard is full of play equipment to entertain them for hours. The type to think of his children (and you) and buy little gifts whenever he travels. Hates when you purge the toy room as much as the kids do. He tries to be modest but the fact is, the kids have him whipped, sigh.

TECHNOLOGY

Prefers your kids to have fresh air and exercise over being in front of devices. You mirror these thoughts and were very conscious about how much time they got in front of technology. Is freaking out about when puberty hits, since your eldest is already asking for her first phone.

UNCLE

Known also as the fun uncle. Invites all the kids over in the weekend and lets them play on all the fun things at your house. Believes in child play being the best time of your lives and really instils this in all children he crosses paths with. Sungwoon is always whining to you that his son loves Daniel more than him. Comes up with crazy over the top children days with Jaehwan and you’ve given up trying to calm them down.

VALUES

Believes a family that talks about how much they love each other is the type to have a good constant flow of communication. And so he always makes sure everyone is talking well to each other, and it’s why he gets so upset when the children pick on each other.

WHAT CHANGED MOST

You wonder where your homebody of a husband went, but having kids truly made him want to make life as magical as he could for them. Even though he loved staying home, he’d always be pottering around the house doing something with them. It was somewhat a plus, because it meant you could do your own things when he was home, and allowed you some much needed me-time, but the change could still throw you off some days.

X-FACTOR (TALENTS)

Was very into seeing what talents your children would have early on and supporting it immediately. Your kids had gone through various hobbies like they had their underwear at times, but eventually you found that your eldest loved dance, your second child was in gymnastics, third loved horse riding, and your son was playing soccer and hockey. Daniel was very attentive to any need they had for pursuing their interests and was a very proud Dad with all their achievements.

YEARNING

Daniel’s life dream from here is almost complete. He’d love to move to the country one day, to let your children run free, but he likes the city life too, knowing how accessible it is for good education and amenities. Admittedly he’s happy with his four kids, but now and then, especially since Daehwi’s got his first kid on the way, Daniel can’t help but envision you pregnant again, he loved rubbing at your baby bump whenever you were pregnant.

ZZZs (SLEEP)

The kids’ bedtime starts at 7pm and the older two have until 8pm which is generally the busiest time of the night, considering it’s you putting all of them to bed alone because Daniel’s still at work. You have a routine in place which thankfully works, and you’re able to get a few hours peace to yourself until bed around midnight. Daniel is generally home around 10pm. In the weekends you both aim to sleep in, but due to poor sleep schedules from being an idol, Daniel still rises to his current schedule. Which is great because weekend cartoons with the kids is one of his favourite morning pastimes.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Quads: Part 3

Pairings: Jason Momoa x Reader

Warnings: All tooth decaying, sickeningly sweet fluff. Maybe a swear word or three. But just straight up fluff.

Word Count: 5,747

Part 1 / Part 2

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Is that him?” Your mom asked as you pulled into the marina that housed the pontoon boat Jason was borrowing from a co-worker since his speed boat didn’t have enough shade for the kids. You smiled as Jason, in all his shirtless glory, looked away from his mom, Coni, and waved.

“That’s him.” You said with a wave back as you pulled your SUV next to his truck.

“That’s just not fair.” Kiki said from the back row of seats as she leaned around Sherry to get a better, in person look since all she had seen were photos of his face or him with the babies. “Shit should be illegal.”

“Damn it.” Your dad said as you put your car in park, and unbuckled your seat belt. “I wanted to hate him so much but I just… I can’t.” You laughed as Jason pulled open your door for you with a wide smile.

“Aloha, ke keiki.” He said softly as he gave you a chaste kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.” You returned as you slid out of the car. “We got lots of stuff.”

“I figured as much.” He said as he pulled open the back door to start getting babies out of their car seats. He smirked as he watched your dad reach back between the two front seats, and jokingly push your mom’s jaw closed.

“My mom, Sherry.” You laughed as she whacked your dad’s arm a couple times. “My dad, John, and Kiki is in the back seat.”

“Nice to finally meet you.” Jason said politely as he lifted Scarlett’s car seat off the base. “Merry Christmas. Welcome to Hawaii.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, too.” Sherry said as she grabbed the bag of towels you had stuffed behind the drivers seat so she could get out. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Uh oh.” Jason laughed as he pulled the shade over Scarlett, and took the bag from your mom. “All bad I hope.”

“Oh, of course.” She laughed as she moved the middle seats to get Kai’s car seat so Kiki could get out.

“We don’t like you.” John said with a small smirk as he came around the car with Willow and the bag of life jackets, hats, sunglasses, and sunscreen for the kids. “Not at all.”

“Well, here’s to hoping I can change that, sir.” Jason said as he shook your dad’s hand. John mumbled, ‘damn’ under his breath and glanced over at your mom.

“He has manners, too!” He whisper yelled as Kiki passed you Celeste’s car seat.

“I sure hope so.” Coni said as she came up behind you. “I’m pretty sure I raised him right. Who knows though.” You laughed as she gave you a hug, since you had already met her when you went with Jason to pick her up from the airport. You did quick introductions with her and your family as Jason grabbed the cooler of drinks and food for everyone out of the trunk.

“Does he have a brother?” Kiki asked only you as she watched him walk away to get the cooler on the boat. “Or better yet, a twin?”

“Only child.” You said with a glance over at her. “And I so dibbed the fuck out of him.”

“Hate you.” She growled as she tilted her head the slightest bit to stare at Jason’s ass when he bent over to put the cooler in the boat.

“You’re drooling, sweetie. And I think you’re even turning a little green.” Coni joked to your sister as she grabbed the bag of towels for you.

“Worth it.” Kiki laughed as she picked up Kai’s car seat, and smiled at Jason’s mom. “Woman kind thank you for gracing the Earth with that man.” Coni, and Sherry burst out laughing as you grabbed Celeste and locked your car. It took a little maneuvering to transfer all your belongings, all four babies, and your family into the boat, and after a little bit of fussing from all of the quads, you got them slathered in sunscreen, in their life jackets, and passed out amongst the adults.

“Alright, let’s go to the beach.” Jason said as he untied the boat, and pulled away from the dock.

“Not to fast, please.” You reminded him as you sat with Willow on your lap.

“I know, ku’uipo.” He said as he sat down in the captain’s chair and reached our for your daughter. “Lemmie see her.” With a small nod, you got up, and passed over your little girl as Jason made his way out of the harbor with practiced ease. You crouched down beside him, and fussed with her pink sun hat for a moment, causing him to chuckle. “Relax, baby girl. It’s all good. Go get some sun.”

“Relax isn’t in my vocabulary.” You said as you stood up, pulled off your bathing suit cover, and went to sit with your sister in the sun at the front of the boat. Your parents and Jason’s mom were already talking about what a difference Christmas was without snow, since you were originally from Northern California where your parents still lived, and Coni was currently in Iowa while they each held a baby in the canopy’s shade.

“Man, I could get used to this.” Kiki said as she turned on the front bench seat with a content sigh. You nodded as you looked back at Jason with a smile as he sat, and taught your ten month old how to drive a boat even if she did have no idea what he was saying. All the same, she answered back with ‘dada’, which all of your children called every man they saw except your dad, who was ‘pa’, ‘up’, ‘mama’, and ‘no’; her favorite collection of words.

“Yea, it’s a great life experience.” You grabbed your phone from the towel bag, and took a few pictures of everyone before sitting back, and getting some sun like you had been told.

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“Look at them.” Sherry said to John, Kimi, and Coni as they all watched you and Jason sit right along the shoreline each with two kids standing in the sand against your chests, while they laughed, and screamed with each small wave, and stomped and kicked at the water.

“I haven’t seen him this happy in years.” Coni said as she smiled at her son. “Lisa destroyed his heart when she slept with his best friend.”

“Same thing with (Y/N) and her fiancé.” John sighed as he looked at the giant smile you had on your sun reddened cheeks. “Though, at least she found out before the wedding he was gay.”

“No!” Coni gasped as she looked over at your parents.

“Oh, yea.” Your mom said with a nod as she turned on her chair to gossip. “It was a huge scandal. That’s how she met the kids’ dad. She went on her honeymoon cruise, and he was there for a bachelor party or something…”

“Guys trip high school reunion.” Kiki interrupted. Your mom nodded and pointed at your sister before continuing.

“Yea, that. So they were like… sex friends for a while, and then she got pregnant. He was just supposed to be a rebound…”

“Yea, ‘cause that guy is a low-life piece of shit.” Your dad growled, angrily as he kept an eye on you to make sure you weren’t over hearing them talk about you.

“Oh, I’ve heard all about him from my son.” Coni said with a shake of her head. “It’s so sad for those poor babies, and (Y/N). It just breaks my heart.”

“Well Jason has helped her out so much.” Sherry said as she glanced over as you and Jason walked a little deeper in the calm, warm water with a kid on each hip. “He’s so good to her and those babies.”

“Oh, those kids have him wrapped around their little fingers.” Coni laughed as Jason moved Kai and Scarlett so that they were in front of him, and so he was the deepest in the water just in case. “He talks about them as much as he talks about his own kids.”

“Aren’t you worried about it though?” Sherry asked. “I mean, it’s a big, big responsibility to raise someone else’s kids especially when you have your own. It just worries me that he’s trying to replace his kids since he doesn’t see them as often as he’d like. Don’t get me wrong, I know he cares for her and those babies…”

“I know what you mean.” Coni said with a nod as she glanced at her son. “But that’s not my Jason. He’s falling in love with your daughter. I have no doubt in my mind on that one. And he loves those kids, too. But he’s not trying to use them to fill a void. I’ve asked him about it because I was concerned, too. He said it just feels like his heart has just grown to love all six children equally. He actually can’t wait for his son and daughter to meet them. He’s just waiting until he’s one hundred percent positive (Y/N) is the one. He’s concerned that if he does the introduction too soon and she’s not, that it will hurt his kids if they break up. But I don’t see it happening, not the way those two look at each other.”

“It’s like something out of a movie, isn’t it?” Sherry asked as she looked out to watch Jason splashed the water with his hand softly. You both laughed as all four kids mimicked the movement much harder, and burst into peels of giggles.

“It takes a special man to be a step parent.” John said as he smiled at his grandchildren. “Especially to quadruplets.” The three adults nodded in agreement as Kiki got up off her towel to get in the water and cool off and play with her nieces and nephew.

“I think he’ll be the one to do it.” She said as she stretched her arms over her head. “I’d put money on it, actually.”

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“God, they are so tired.” Jason said as he helped you get the kids changed into pajamas after Christmas dinner and a bath so it would be easier for you to put them to bed when you got back to your house.

“They had a big day.” You agreed as you struggled with Scarlett to get her foot in her pj’s. “A big day, and no naps. I’m surprised they made it this long without a major meltdown.”

“Same.” He agreed as he picked up Willow off his couch to put her in her car seat. The moment he put her down, she screamed ‘dada no mama’, burst into tears, and stretched as far as she could toward him to be picked back up. “I know, baby girl. You’re gunna go to bed soon.”

“Come on, Scar.” You sighed as you zipped up her onesie and picked her up off the couch. She too, started to cry, and reached for Jason, nearly throwing herself out of your arms in a desperate attempt to get to ‘dada’ as well.

“Hey J.” Coni said over the cries of all four kids as she watched from the kitchen where she was helping your mom, and Kiki put away the left over dessert. “Why don’t they just stay here tonight? That way the kids can just go to bed, and they don’t have to get woken up when they get home.” You started to shake your head as you looked up at Jason but your mom cut you off before you could even say a word.

“That’s a great idea! We’ll just take your car, and come get you in the morning.”

“Well…” You said as you looked back and forth between the women in the kitchen and your boyfriend. “I mean, I don’t have clothes for them in the morning, or anything for them for breakfast…”

“How ‘bout I drive them to your place.” Jason offered as he took Scarlett from your arms so she would stop trying to throw herself toward him. “And I’ll grab whatever you need.” You nodded at him as you looked back over at your mom.

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s Christmas…”

“Oh, honey. I’m sure.” She said with a nod.

“Look, what she’s trying to say is she’s on vacation and she wants to sleep in and not get woken up at 7 am by the babies.” Your dad, who you thought was napping in the recliner, said as he opened one eye to look up at you. “Because Willow has a set of freaking lungs on her.” You huffed and nodded in agreement as you picked up the daughter in question from her car seat.

“OK.” You agreed as you looked up at Jason. “Wanna help me get them to sleep before you go?” He nodded as he took Willow from you since she was still reaching for him anyways.

“You got the pack and play? I’ll get these two down while you get the other two ready for bed?”

“I’ll help with pj’s.” Kiki said as she came around the kitchen island to kiss her nieces good night with Sherry right behind her. You quickly pulled the half dozen toys from the bottom of the currently childless, pack-n-play and closed it enough to carry it down the hall to the master bedroom. You set it along the wall under the window on the far side of the bed where you now slept and sighed, tiredly.

“Hey, baby girls. It’s alright now.” Jason said softly as he sat down on the bed against the headboard, and laid your daughters on his chest so they would calm down and go to bed faster. Letting them fall asleep for the night on you or Jason or in your arms wasn’t something you typically did because you didn’t want it to become a habit, but with how tired they all were, you were willing to make an exception.

“She must really like you.” You said to him as you kissed your daughters good night. “My mom. I wasn’t allowed to even sleep over at my fiancé’s house on Christmas night but then again, she was never a huge fan of his.” You kissed his cheek and stood up to get your other kids ready for bed with a tired smile. “She must really like you.”

“Well don’t I feel special then.” He chuckled as he rubbed the two girls’ backs and started to sing ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ to them like he did every night.

“You are to me and the kids.” You informed him on the way out the door. “And that’s all that matters.” You headed back out into the living room to find Kai and Celeste already in their pajamas in your mom and sister’s arms.

“Here you go, baby.” Sherry said with a smile as she passed you your daughter. “Get them to sleep. We’ll just see you in the morning, OK?”

“Sometime after… say 9?” Kiki said with a laughed as she passed you Celeste.

“I think we can make that work.” You giggled as you gave your sister a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, guys. I love you.”

“We love you, too, sweetheart.” Sherry said as she kissed your cheek and gave you a slightly awkward hug. “Sweet dreams.”

“Where is this going, (Y/N)?” John asked as he folded up the other pack n play and picked it up.

“Back here.” You said before saying good night to Coni as well. You headed back down the hall and pointed with your foot to where you wanted your dad to put the second temporary crib.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.” John whispered with a smile so he didn’t wake up the girls Jason was still singing to as he kissed your and his grand kid’s foreheads. “See you in the morning.”

“Night, daddy. Merry Christmas.”

“I’ll be out in a few minutes to drive you guys home.” Jason said as your dad walked over to the bedroom door. He nodded at your boyfriend and pulled the door closed behind him as you crawled onto the bed, and laid down with your kids in your arms. He started the song over again for Kai and Celeste, and a small smile spread across your face as you let your eyes fall closed so you could just listen until it was over.

“I’ll just sleep in one of your shirts, and I’ll steal your shower stuff since I have deodorant and a toothbrush here anyways.” You whispered as you glanced at your sleeping pride and joys. “So I just need day clothes. I don’t care what. I need an outfit for each of them, diapers, I’m good on wipes, and stuff for breakfast.”

“Want the sound machine?” You sighed and looked over at him.

“I don’t know.” He smirked and nodded his head.

“I’ll grab it. I’ll bring the towels and stuff back with me, too. I’ll just leave the left over drinks in the cooler for tomorrow.”

“That’s fine.” You said as he stood up slowly so he didn’t wake up Willow, or Scarlett. “Can you grab the car seat strollers, and leave them in the trunk, please?” He nodded as he laid the girls down on either side of the divider that separated your pack n play into two sleeping areas.

“Anything else, baby girl?” You shrugged as you glanced down at the two sleeping kids in your arms.

“I’m too tired to think.” You huffed as he came over to take Kai to help you out. “If you think of something I’m missing, just grab it. But I’m sure we’ll be just fine for the one night with those few things.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

“If I’m already asleep, I’m sorry.” You giggled as you leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. He took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and rubbed his hands on your back.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He said softly as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him with a smile as tears welled softly in your eyes.

“I love you, too, Jason. So much.” A full smile spread across his face as he moved his hands to cup your jaw and gave you a long, deep kiss. You both pulled away entirely too soon for your liking for air, and you laid your head back down on his chest as he hugged you tightly.

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” He said after a moment as he pulled out of your arms and gave you another kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you.” You replied as you stood on your tiptoes to give him one more chaste kiss before he left. “Drive safe.”

“Always, ke keiki. If you wait for me, I’ll jump in the shower with you.”

“Ooo. I like that offer.” You said as you headed over to his dresser to grab a shirt to sleep in. “Wake me up if I pass out before your back.”

“I will.”

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You stood in Jason’s living room in a flower patterned, twisted front, tube top, and a matching sarong, smiling at Celeste, and Willow, who looked adorable in their first birthday hula outfits, and Kai in his bandana, white muscle shirt, and floral bathing suit bottoms that made him look so much like Jason on his days off, it was ridiculously cute. You rocked your hips back and forth, trying to get your daughters to dance while Kai simply stood, leaning on Jason’s thigh while the latter changed Scarlett’s diaper to get her dressed for their party.

“Hula, hula.” You said in a sing song voice to the Hawaiian music you had playing all morning while you decorated Jason’s house. “Hula, hula.” Willow scream laughed, and shook her hips like you did, making her grass skirt shake back and forth.

“Wait, not you.” Jason laughed at Scarlett when she tried to dance on the changing table as well. “You can hula your butt off when you get dressed.”

“Hula, hula.” You laughed as you moved were Scarlett could see you so she would continue to wiggle.

“Will you quit?” Jason laughed as he quickly taped the diaper and fought to snap the onesie. “No hula!”

“Hoo.” Kai said as he started wiggling his hips as well. You laughed, and grabbed your phone to record your babies dancing.

“Yea, buddy. Hula hula.” You laughed as you crouched down by your kids.

“Hoo!” Willow squealed as she walked over to be the center of attention in the video.

“OK, go hula.” Jason said as he put Scarlett down so she could finally dance like she wanted to.

“Your turn, baby.” You said as you stood up, and took a step back to get all of your little family in the video.

“Not happening.” He laughed with a shake of his head.

“J, you gotta hula!” He sighed and quickly shook his hips back and forth for a few moments, causing you and your kids to laugh even harder in joy. “Yay!” You cheered as Jason came over and gestured for your phone.

“Your turn, mama.” He chuckled as he turned the camera on you. You happily got down on your knees between Willow and Celeste and shook your hips with a giant smile.

“Hula, hula.” You sang as you reached for Kai to bring him over to you so he was in the shot, too. “We got this down, don’t we babies?”

“Hoo.” Was the only response you got from your son as Jason watched on, fondly. His heart filled with impossibly more love as he watched you slow your hips to match the new, slower song, and you used your hands to make little waves. It took your kids a few moments of watching before they caught on awkwardly to the new hand movements.

“God, you’re so damn beautiful.” Jason said as he looked at you over your phone with a smile.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled as you looked up at him. He turned off the video, and set your phone down before calling you over with a wag of his finger. You smiled and let him spin you in a small circle to slow dance for a few minutes before your guests arrived, causing your kids to lose interest in dancing since they didn’t have your attention.

“I can’t wait for my kids to meet you.” He said softly as he rocked back and forth. “They are excited, too, but you can tell they are more excited to meet the babies cause there’s four of them.” You giggled as he reached up to adjust the flower headband you had on your head that matched the ones the girls were wearing.

“They’re staying all weekend, right?”

“I have them all week since it’s spring break, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right.” You said with a nod.

“And I was thinking that you guys could stay here tonight. And maybe we could take all the kids to the aquarium one day this week. Maybe go to the zoo and to those tide pools I was telling you about another day. That way you can get to know them, and they can get to know you for a few days. I mean, I did promise I’d take them hiking, and I know Lola wants to see if she can finally tackle the rock wall out back…”

“Honestly.” You said, interrupting him from the rant he was about to start on to try to politely tell you he wanted to spend alone time with his kids as well. “That sounds great. How about we’ll stay until Tuesday morning? That way you have five baby free days to do all the things we can’t do with them yet. Hiking, rock climbing, jumping off those rocks from the picture in the hallway. Oh, I can see if I can get ahold of Max and see if we can go out on the research boat whale watching. I know HBJ pod should be over this way by now.”

“That’s actually a great idea.” He agreed as he pulled out of your arms to answer the door for your first of many visitors. “I don’t think my kids have ever gone out whale watching so they’ve never seen wild whales up close. And I know Wolf will love all the facts you know about them. He loves whales.”

“Well, I have enough knowledge to entertain him for hours. I love my whales… and I miss them a lot.”

“Well I think this sounds like a perfect spring break for all of us.” He said as he opened the door and said high to one of the professors that worked in your department, his wife, and their kids.

“Alright, babies.” You said to your kids as you reached down, and grabbed Scarlett’s hand. “Wanna go bounce? Let’s go bounce in the bounce house.”

——

“Man, do you go all out, or what?” Your mom asked as she looked around Jason’s backyard at the birthday party, and everything you had spent nearly an entire month organizing. You glanced up as you used baby wipes to clean Celeste’s hands of the remnants of her smash cake while Jason quickly hosed off Willow in the baby pool so she could continue to play.

“They only turn one once.” You reminded her as Jason passed Willow to Kiki to get dried off, you passed Celeste to Jason, Sherry passed you Kai after she had pulled all the cake pieces out of his hair, and taken off his cake covered diaper, and your dad at the very end of the line, was responsible of putting the girls in onesies with the number one and ribbon skirts while Kai was going in a clean diaper and a collared onesie also with the number one on it.

“I think you went a little overboard.” Kiki laughed as she gave her niece a birthday kiss.

“I don’t.” Jason said with a shake of his head. “This is perfect. You have to figure, there’s nearly a hundred and fifty people here. But you couldn’t tell, could you? Not with the way we have everything spread out.” Your family glanced up at your back yard, and you could see them almost trying to count the people that were milling about in your boyfriend’s backyard.

“Why do you think we have a bounce house, and a slide?” You asked as you passed off Kai, and took Scarlett. “And why do you think they are spread out on either side of the visible yard? So that parents watching their kids aren’t piled in one spot.”

“Back doors to the house are open.” Jason said as he turned Kai in the pool, and sprayed off his back. “Gives people the option of going in, and out freely.”

“The food is back by the shed…

“…which is open for rock climbing.” Jason finished for you as he passed off Kai, and took Scarlett. “I know my ATV’s are out on the trails at the moment because Lola asked if she could take them.”

“She is already back.” You said as you pointed to his daughter on the inflatable slide. He nodded and continued anyways.

“All I’m saying is I have eight and a half acres of land. Bought it fresh out of college when land was still cheap here. I spent years clearing out paths and fencing the whole damn thing in. The floor of my house, and the fence were done with the trees I knocked down, the house was built by the guys I knew in school. I expanded from two rooms to five when I had my family.” He stood up after passing over Scarlett to Kiki and glanced out at his property with a shrug. “I’m just happy it’s seeing love again.” With a small smile, you stepped over to him and put your arm around his waist.

“Well then I take it back.” Kiki said as she toweled off Scarlett. “You guys didn’t go overboard at all. In fact, you’re slacking. Get your shit together.” She said with the straightest face possible as she glanced at you and Jason. “And I call an ATV ride after the party is over. I wanna see the best view you got.” Jason nodded as Lola came running over with a giant smile.

“(Y/N), can I bring the kids down the slide?”

“Sure you can.” You replied as you pulled away from her father. “But you’re gunna need an extra pairs of hands to help them get up the stairs. Want help?” She nodded and ran over to where your kids were waiting some what impatiently for Scarlett to be dressed, too.

“Wanna go slide?” She asked as she held her hand out for Willow’s hand. Your daughter nodded, not understanding what she was signing up for.

“Come on, kiddos.” You said as you began to corral the birthday babies toward the slide with Lola’s help. “Let’s go slide. Yay!”

“God, I love that woman.” Jason breathed as he stood back to watch you play with your and his children.

“You’re not alone there.” Kiki said as she grabbed all the wet towels off the ground. Your boyfriend quickly grabbed them from her hand, and gestured toward the slide with his chin.

“She said she needs extra hands.” He teased. “Go on. Spend with with your nieces and nephew.”

“You go, too.” Sherry said as she took the towels from Jason. “They are basically your kids, too.” He looked over at her with a small smile, and nodded.

“Thank you.” He replied softly as his heart nearly melted in his chest in joy. He quickly moved the kiddie pool off to the side to dump later so the ground wasn’t even more soaked than it already was, and jogged off to help you get the kids up the slide so you would have an extra lap for them to ride down on.

“I approve.” John said as he took a step over to help his wife clean up so you didn’t have to later. “I like him.”

“You and me both.” Sherry agreed as she collected dirty diapers to throw out. “He makes her smile.”

“As long as he only makes her smile.” John laughed as the two of them watched you and Kiki with Celeste between you, and Jason and Kai slide down the slide after Lola and Scarlett, and Wolf and Willow.

“Jesus, John.” Sherry laughed as she turned and head inside. “Sorry to break it to you, but your little girl is in no way, shape, or form innocent any more.”

“Shut up, Sherry.”

——

“Man, what a day.” You sighed as you closed the door after your last party guests. Jason nodded as he tossed the last bag of trash beside the overflowing trashcan in his garage to take it to the dump in the morning so you didn’t have to wait for trash pick up day.

“It was totally worth it.” He said as he went over to start on the dishes before you could.

“Where are the kids?” You asked as you leaned against the counter with a sigh. He shrugged and turned to glance in the direction of the hall that lead to the two kids bedrooms and the two guest bedrooms, one of which was currently set up as a nursery.

“Well I put the babies and their birthday toys in their room with the gate up so my guess is Wolf is playing his Playstation, and Lola is probably either with the kids in their room or watching a movie in her room.” You nodded slowly and pushed yourself off the counter with a tired groan.

“I’ll go get the babies into bed. It’s late so I’ll just worry about baths tomorrow.” You heard Jason huff in agreement as you headed down the hall way toward the nursery first. Your stomach dropped when you noticed the baby gate was wide open and you were just about to yell out to Jason when the sound of Willow’s little giggle came from Lola’s room.

“… and he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew that house down.” Lola nearly whispered to Willow, who blew a small puff of air toward the book and giggled quietly again as you pushed Lola’s bedroom door open. Her once clean bedroom was covered in what seemed like every pillow and blanket in the house and she and Wolf must have dragged the quads crib mattress onto the floor to make a giant pillow fort bed. She and Willow both looked up at you, and Lola shushed you softly.

“She’s the last one awake.” Lola told you as she pointed at Scarlett, and Celeste, who were curled up next to each in a tight ball fast asleep in the middle of the makeshift bed, and Kai, who was sleeping on Wolf’s stomach. “Please can they stay in here tonight? I promise, I’ll keep a close eye on them, and I’ll come get you if anything happens.” You smiled, and nodded your head.

“Don’t stay up too late, OK? Light out after for her this story.” She nodded her head as you crouched down to give your youngest daughter a kiss. “Night baby girl.” With a smile you kissed your fingertips and laid them gently on Lola’s forehead. “Good night, sweetheart.” As Lola continued reading, you backed out of the fort they had made and pulled your phone from your back pocket. You took a couple quick photos of the room and everyone grouped together, before quietly pulling the door closed behind you.

“Look at this.” You said to Jason as you turned your phone toward him with tears in your eyes. “They’re having a sleep over.”

“My God.” He breathed as he dried of his hands to take your phone. He huffed and shook his head with a giant smile as tears welled in his eyes as well. “This…”

“I know.” You responded as you moved to his side.

“This is our family.” He whispered as he put his arm around your shoulder. “Our kids…”

“We’re a family, baby.” You agreed as you rested your head on his chest. “All of us.”

Part 4

#Jason Momoa x Reader #Quads

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capsironunderoos · 6 years

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Sunny

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Loosely based off of 101 Dalmatians and that video Chris Evans posted of his dog harmonizing with another dog in the park. Basically, Reader is fond of her emotional support dog and her park, and isn’t really sure how to handle someone new stumbling into it.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Tooth decaying fluff?

Author’s Note: *gif credit goes to its maker* I know that I have requests to fulfill and I am trying my absolute best to complete them. School is in full session, and Hurricane Florence has given me some time to be creative again. So we’ll see where the weekend goes. I hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

No one could have guessed things would finally end this way.

Experiencing nothingness for months on end could leave a person hopeless, and you would know.

After Thanos had snapped you were one of the first people to begin to disappear. You were just gone, along with so many others.

Time seemed irrelevant but to also stretch on forever, infinite seconds stretched into infinite months, possibly even years.

Then, suddenly, it was over.

The orange glow of wherever you had been dissipated and you were home again, as if you’d never left.

You were unsure as to what had happened, but you decided to bury the experience deep within you, refusing to let it bother you.

Your small apartment in Brooklyn seemed too small somedays, too quiet.

You’d recently been in contact with one of your old friends, and he’d strongly encouraged you to get an emotional support dog. Just someone to have around when things got too quiet.

You’d turned down the idea at first, but after his incessant stories of super soldiers and their support dogs you finally caved.

Which led you to the specific bench you were sitting on now, the early Sunday morning sun just beginning to break through the trees.

Somehow you and Sunny, your very large and very happy golden retriever, had stumbled upon the smallest dog park in Brooklyn.

It was hardly ever occupied, besides you, Sunny, and Ben, the elderly man who was almost always feeding the birds.

With the park being so secluded, it was easy to feel as if one was in a desolate corner of the world.

Especially today.

The fog rolling across the grass was gently being pushed away by the calming breeze rustling the trees around you.

Sunny had already taken off, finding her way to Ben, and then to each tree in the park.

You and Sunny spent more time here than you did in your apartment, sometimes even bringing bagged lunches and failing to return until the orange tones of sunset had long since disappeared from the sky. Today was going to be one of those days.

You’d packed food for both you and Sunny, and your sketchbook, which you’d been neglecting lately.

Time seemed to freeze here, and you welcomed that, pencils flying across numerous pages as pent up creativity finally leaked from your fingers.

You sighed in contentment, beginning to start yet another sketch of Sunny when you heard another dog barking, well, it sounded more like singing.

Actually, Sunny and another dog had begun to literally harmonize, both of their tails wagging in excitement, as if this was the first time they’d ever seen another dog.

You glanced around the park but didn’t see anyone besides Ben, who waved when you looked in his direction. You waved back before calling Sunny over to you, prompting her to bring her new friend with her.

Sunny stopped in front of you, barking in your direction and then at the dog beside her, who responded happily. He immediately jumped onto your lap, paws landing on your thighs and a happy yip escaping his mouth.

You laughed and rubbed his neck, noticing he did have a collar on.

“Well, its a good thing you’ve got one of these on,” you commented, “Or I might would of had to take you home with me.”

He barked and licked your cheek, pulling another giggle from your lips.

“Yeah that’s why I had to invest in a collar. He’d go home with anyone who asked, no hesitation.”

You jumped at the sudden voice, the dog jumping out of your lap and over to a man standing a few feet in front of you.

The way he stood showed that he was slightly nervous, maybe even a little embarrassed. His baseball cap had a large NASA logo emblazoned on it, and his sunglasses were covering up his eyes.

He seemed to be hiding from something, his dark hoodie and jeans contrasting with the bright green canvas around him.

“I’m sorry about Dodger. He’s definitely a people lover.”

You shrugged your shoulders, petting Sunny’s head as she moved closer to you, checking out this new stranger in front of you.

“It’s okay. If he checks out with Sunny then he checks out with me.”

The stranger laughed and took off his sunglasses, revealing tired blue eyes.

“I’m Steve, by the way.”

He held his hand out to you and you placed yours in it.

“(Y/N).”

He smiled and removed his hand, placing it into his pocket.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

You shook your head and scooted over, allowing him room beside you.

Dodger and Sunny were already off and playing again, Sunny now showing him her favorite tree.

“I’ve never seen you here before.”

You stated as you closed your sketchbook, packing it away.

Steve hummed in response before turning to you.

“Old park was getting a bit crowded. My friend told me about this one.”

You nodded.

He turned back to looking at Dodger and you let your eyes linger on him for a few seconds. There was no denying that he was handsome, and that he was wise, having been through things you probably couldn’t even imagine.

“I wasn’t even sure that I wanted a dog at first. But my buddy at the VA told me they were great emotional support animals.”

You smiled and laughed lightly.

“That’s funny. The exact same thing happened to me.”

Steve smiled fondly at you, causing you to blush lightly.

“He’s actually the person who told me about this place. Says he knows people who claim time freezes here.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, recalling having said that exact thing to your friend a few days ago.

“Don’t tell me Sam Wilson told you about this dog park.”

Steve quickly turned to face you, a smile playing on the corners of his lips.

“Would you believe me if I said he did?”

Your smile widened and you nodded.

“Wow. It really is a small world.”

“Well, knowing Sam it’s probably not as small as you think.”

You laughed at his comment and agreed with him.

“How do you know him?”

Steve questioned and you played with a string on your ripped jeans.

“I used to co-lead a support group with him in D.C.”

Steve couldn’t believe he had missed you, all those times he had visited Sam before things had gotten bad.

“I know him from work.”

He added faintly and you smiled, still not looking at him.

“I know.” You added and he turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You do?” You nodded.

“Do you know how many stories I’ve heard about Steve Rogers, the super soldier, and his emotional support dog? I finally caved into getting Sunny just so he would stop telling me the same stories every time he called or visited.”

Steve laughed, a deep laugh that you immediately wanted to hear again because you knew that it was one he himself probably didn’t hear often.

You both fell into a still silence, the only break in it being either the dogs barking or the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees behind you.

As late afternoon began to creep its way into the park, Steve moved beside you, stretching and standing up.

You watched him as he placed his sunglasses back onto the bridge of his nose, pulling Dodgers leash out of his hoodie pocket.

“It was nice meet you, (Y/N). Maybe we’ll meet here again soon.”

You followed his actions, standing up and gathering your stuff, calling for Sunny.

“I’d like that.” You added and he nodded.

Soon, both of your dogs were bounding over, accepting their leashes being clicked into place.

Before you or Steve could realize it, they had successfully wrapped you both together with their leashes, barking happily at their accomplishment.

You braced your hands against Steve’s chest, feeling it rise and fall as he breathed. His cheeks were a dusty pink, and you were absolutely sure that yours were too.

You both stuttered out apologies, trying and failing to get out of the leashes.

Eventually, Steve gave way, falling onto the soft grass beneath him and pulling you with him.

That deep, loud laugh escaped his lips again, and you joined him this time, relishing in the way his nose crinkled slightly and how his hand came to rest on the small of your back.

As you laid against him in the warm afternoon sun, your dogs silently watching the scene unfold, you could feel the rest of your life beginning.

Neither you nor Steve could have guessed things would finally end this way.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #marvel x reader #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers #emwrites #underooswrites #dog #sam wilson

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professortennant · 6 years

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threshold (a tdbm, jean/lucien fic)

1100 words of tooth-decaying fluff; post-telemovie

The reception had been a blur--all congratulating smiles and hugs and champagne and music. But all Jean could remember was the sound of his choked up vow, the love in his eyes, the way he held her while they danced, the weight of the cool metal band sliding over her finger--marking her as his for all to see.

She remembered not the food nor the decorations, but the way she felt as he looked at her: beautiful and loved and cherished. She remembered the way he spun her around the room, fingers drumming upon her ribs and his lips on her cheek, the words Mrs. Blake being whispered like a reverent prayer.

They had left the reception in a hurry, much to the laughter of their guests who watched them with knowing eyes as they scampered to the car, eager to set out on their honeymoon.

Jean hadn’t had the heart to scold them, not when Lucien was practically thrumming with energy beside her and, truthfully, she was just as eager to be alone with her new husband. Husband. The word still felt as foreign as it did right.

Few things about their marriage and relationship had been traditional, but on this matter he had stood firm. Taking her hand in his, he led her to the front door of the home they had shared for the last two years. He had told her all those years ago this was her home as much as is and now, today, it was their home.

Bending low, he hooked his arm beneath her knees, sweeping her up into his arms, laughing as she scrambled at his shoulders to find purchase. “Lucien! What on Earth--”

But he cut her off with a searing kiss, smiling against her lips. “It’s my job as husband to bring my new wife across the threshold.”

She only rolled her eyes at him, fingers wrapping around his neck and tugging lightly at the longer hairs at the base of his neck. Smiling fondly and relishing the feel of being in his arms, heart still unbearably happy, she indulged him, “Go on then, husband.”

He had positively beamed with pleasure at the term husband and he nudged the door open, his wife in his arms, and led them both across the threshold. Once crossed, he kicked the door behind them, placing her back on her feet. However, the feel of her completely wrapped up in his arms had awoken something in him and he took her left hand in his, tugging and spinning, pressing her against the closed door of their home.

“Welcome home, wife.”

And with that, he leaned down to press a greedy, open-mouthed kiss to her waiting lips, tongue wasting no time in sweeping into her mouth, tasting the remnants of champagne and sweet cake.

Jean--once timid and reserved when it came to their physical affection--wrapped one arm around his neck, using him as leverage to pull her up and closer to him, pressing her chest against his with a breathy moan swallowed up by his mouth.

Her free hand found Lucien’s, their left hands linking together and her thumb going straight to his ring, stroking and playing with the skin-warmed metal.

Lucien, for once, seemed to have more self-control of the pair of them and he pulled away, breathless and eyes shining with love and adoration, resting his forehead against hers. “If we start that, we won’t need the honeymoon.”

Jean flattened her hands against his chest, pulling lightly at his tie with a teasing grin and a raised eyebrow. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’ve got plans for you, Dr. Blake.”

And so, a honeymoon tradition was born.

At each hotel, at each chateau, at each inn they arrived at for the first time, Lucien dropped their bags to the side, swept her up in his arms, and carried her across the threshold.

There was something intimate and sexy to his strength; the easy way he held her in his arms, no strain, no shaking, no nervousness. It was all steady strength and she never once feared he would drop her or let her go.

Lucien always found time to immediately christen the door to their temporary homes: pressed against the door, sometimes dropping her to her feet and reaching down her back and settling on the roundness of her bottom, squeezing and massaging the flesh there.

Sometimes he didn’t let her go, simply adjusted her in his arms and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist and held her up in his arms as he made love to her mouth, teeth nipping at the soft flesh of her bottom lip.

Other times, on the rare occasion their travels had wiped them out, left them knackered and desperate to collapse into bed and wrap themselves around the other beneath warm, thick blankets, he still found the strength to carry her across the threshold and straight to bed, tucking her in and removing her shoes.

It made her feel small and cherished and cared for and in these soft moments, devoid of the overwhelming lust and passion that had consumed them in the last four months, in these moments, she found her future with him. A future with gentle, caresses and the simple pleasure of caring for the other.

The months passed in a haze of pleasure and exploration and Jean loved him with every passing moment. But even she couldn’t deny the bone-deep satisfaction at returning home to Ballarat.

Lucien’s hands were full with the bags and for the first time in the last four months, he didn’t carry her across the threshold. Jean tried not to let the wave of disappointment crash over and suffocate her, but it had become something she had grown used to. Perhaps not a feasible long-term habit, but they were still newlyweds, after all.

It wasn’t until later that night, after dinner and regaling Matthew and Charlie and Alice with the details of their honeymoon (and scolding Lucien for deliberately phrasing their adventures as more salacious than they actually were), she and Lucien found themselves hand in hand and headed to bed.

To her surprise, she found Lucien’s hand wrapped around her arm, stopping her from pushing their bedroom door open. She turned to look back at him, questioning.

He grinned at her, already stooping low and sweeping her up into his arms.

“What do you say, love? One more threshold?”

And with a breathless kiss, her arms finding their familiar place around his neck, she nodded, laughing as he kicked the door dramatically and bringing her into their bedroom--their bedroom--for the first time in their married lives.

And christen the door they did.

#tdbm fic #tdbm #jean x lucien #lucien x jean

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