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luvu2themoonand2saturn · 1 year

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one too many

joe burrow x fem!reader

warnings: absolutely sickening fluff. reader is drunk and clingy and sleepy (ie. me after 2 glasses of wine). endless pet names and soft, protective joe <3

word count: 1.6k

summary: joe takes care of you during a night out

all i want is to be babied like this oh. my. god. enjoy my loves!!

“I’m just going to run to the washroom, okay sweets?” Joe said to you quietly, beginning to remove his arm from your waist, shifting you from his thighs.

“I’ll come,” you mumbled, standing up with him and reaching for his hand.

Taking your face in his hands, prepared for your incoherent disappointment, he replied, “Sweetheart, we can’t go to the same bathroom. I promise I’ll be back before you know it, ok?”

Realization dawned on your face as you murmured, “Oh, yeah.” Despite this, the grip of your hands on his forearms hadn’t loosened.

“Hey, Ja’Marr,” Joe called out. “Keep an eye on her while I run to the washroom, will you?” He smiled, gently taking your hands from his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Be right back, pretty baby.”

“Bye, Joe.”

Ja’Marr pulled you back into the booth where the rest of your friends were gathered, nursing drinks and recovering from dancing. Several pairs of heels were loose under the table, having been discarded by their fed-up owners. Your eyes followed Joe as he moved across the room, weaving between people in varying states of stability, until he was out of your sight. Your gaze blurred as you rested your head on your fist, elbow on the table. You were colder without him. Your crop top and mini skirt were far from warm enough if you weren’t either dancing in a crowd or tucked against Joe’s side. You shivered involuntarily.

“You good, (y/n)?” Ja’Marr asked.

Turning your head to face him, you smiled softly, mumbling, “Just a little chilly.”

“Here he comes,” he said, gesturing towards Joe, who was already striding back towards your booth.

Slipping in beside you, he said, “Told you I’d be quick, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his upper arm. The drunken fatigue, amplified by how energetically you’d danced throughout the evening, was starting to properly hit you.

In the dim light, Joe saw the outline of goosebumps on your bare arms. “You cold, honey?”

“A little,” you replied. “Better now you’re here, though.”

He reached to pull his jacket off of the hook at the end of the booth. “Sit forward a bit, baby,” he said, settling the jacket around your shoulders. “Arms through now, there you go. Better?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in sleepy satisfaction, snuggling back underneath his arm, your eyes drifting shut.

He finished the last sip of his drink as he let you slump against him. He had only had one this evening, wanting to be in the right shape to get you home and into bed in one piece. You, needless to say, had indulged in more than one drink.

The conversation between Joe and your friends began to fade into the back of your consciousness, the sounds in the bar lulling you into a state of relaxation. Joe’s arm securely wrapped around your waist, his steady heartbeat in your ear, and his oversized jacket wrapped around you like a blanket didn’t help. You began to drift off, your head drooping against his chest.

“Hey, baby - is she asleep?” Joe asked incredulously.

Sam nodded in the affirmative. “Sure looks like it, man. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who can be hollering on the dance floor one hour and asleep on the edge of it the next.”

“Yeah, she’s a special one,” Joe chuckled fondly. Gently rubbing your back to try and raise you from your slumber, Joe said quietly, “Babygirl. Hey, baby, wake up. You fell asleep.”

You blinked awake, dazed, trying to regain your bearings. “No I didn’t,” you insisted. “Just closed my eyes for a second.”

“Sure, honey. D’you want to head home? It’s getting late.”

“I don’t mind Joe, whatever you want.”

He shared a look with the rest of your friend group gathered around the table, none of whom envied him the task of getting you up and out of the booth. He didn’t mind though - you were especially cuddly and affectionate when inebriated and he would always do anything to take good care of you. “I think it’s time to go, baby. Do you need anything before we head off?”

“Have to say goodbye,” you mumbled, vaguely gesturing around the booth as your eyes threatened to close once again.

“Yes, sweetheart, say goodbye.”

“Bye guys, don’t have too much fun without me!” you said, the effects of the many cocktails you’d downed that evening heavy in your tone.

A chorus of “Bye, (y/n)!” rose from the group, along with one, “Good luck with her, bro.”

Joe laughed. “This isn’t my first rodeo. She just needs to get to bed.”

“Bed sounds nice, Joey. Will you come with me?”

“Of course, sweetheart. We’re gonna stand up now, ok?” Joe helped you out of the booth and onto your feet, one arm around your waist to keep you upright against him, the other holding your small purse and his car keys. He wished everyone a good night and safe trips home, thanking them for the evening.

Walking out of the bar, you yawned. “I’m sleepy,” you said, as if only realizing for the first time.

“That you are, pretty girl,” he chuckled. “I’ll have you home as soon as I can, okay?” Clicking the car unlocked, he helped you into the passenger seat, buckling your belt for you before getting into the driver’s side and starting the engine.

He reversed out of the parking space, hand on the back of your headrest as he looked out the rear window. You couldn’t help but admire the view. “You’re so pretty when you’re driving,” you mused.

“Yeah? Thanks, sweetheart. You’re pretty cute in my passenger seat.” You blushed, looking out the window, suddenly bashful. “You blushing over there, sweet girl? It’s true, y’know.” His hand reached over the gearshift to rest on your bare thigh, stroking your skin with his thumb. You clasped his hand with both of yours, bringing it to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles before holding your interlocked fingers against your cheek. You held his hand for the rest of the drive home, him giving you a gentle squeeze whenever you started to doze off.

“Stay awake for me just a little longer, honey.”

Finally, you were through the gate and down the winding driveway of your home. Joe switched off the ignition, hopping out of the car and coming around to your side to help you out. “Welcome home, sleepyhead.” Guiding you up the steps of the porch, at least one arm always around you, he fiddled with the lock, getting you both inside before bolting it again. “Hang on there, sweets, hold onto my shoulders,” he said, bending down to undo the little straps of your sandals before kicking off his own shoes.

When he stood back up to his full height, he was met with your adoring and almost sad gaze looking up at him. “What is it, babygirl?” he asked softly.

“You just take such good care of me. I didn’t know people like you existed, much less what I did to deserve one,” you said quietly, sobering for an instant.

He pulled you into his chest in a warm embrace. “You deserve the world, sweet girl. I promise you, I’m the lucky one here. I love looking after you. I love you.”

“I love you too, so much. Thank you.”

He held you for a moment longer, gently swaying you side to side, before pulling back, all business. “Okay, mission get (y/n) to bed, commencing now. Let’s get you some water.”

Having filled up your water bottle and gotten you to take two Advil, Joe led you upstairs to your bedroom. While you stripped out of your going out clothes, Joe tossed a pair of boyshorts and one of his long sleeve tees onto the bed for you to change into. You gratefully got into the comfy clothes, happy to discard your mini skirt. Joe, in a fresh pair of boxers, deposited your clothes into the laundry hamper before guiding you into the bathroom, hands on your waist.

“Skincare time, baby.” You started to groan, just wanting to crawl into bed, but he cut you off. “Ah ah ah, last time I put you to bed without getting your makeup off you were so mad at me in the morning. Never again, sweet pea. Just a little makeup remover and moisturizer, alright?”

He kissed your cheek before you started swiping a cotton pad across your face, discarding it once it was thoroughly streaked with black. He squeezed some moisturizer onto his fingertips, rubbing his hands together for a moment before gently applying it to your face. Another kiss, this one deposited on your nose, before he handed you your toothbrush, toothpaste already applied. While you brushed, trying to contain the foam with moderate success, he did his own face washing and teeth brushing.

After you’d gargled your mouthwash, Joe guided you to bed, hands on your hips, walking behind you. He pulled the covers back and you crawled in, curling up happily on the soft mattress and letting out an involuntary sigh of satisfaction. Joe climbed in on his side, switching off the lamp and gathering you into his arms.

“C’mere, baby, I’ve got you. You rest that pretty head and we’ll hope you’re in decent shape in the morning.”

“Mhm, I love you, Joey,” you mumbled into his chest, nuzzling against his skin, craving every ounce of his warmth and touch.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep well.”

By the time he pressed a goodnight kiss to the crown of your head, your mind was already fading into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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bamsara · 2 years

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Oo oo oooh number 7?

Drunk! Reader x DCA (Moon Centric) Set Post-Fire / DCA is living with Reader. May contain slight spoilers for Solar Lunacy ARC 3.

AO3 Link (preferred if you want to comment!)

NOTE: This one was HIGHLY requested by several people omg. This one-shot is leaning more romantic, contains drinking and suggestive humor. Moon is caring for a drunken reader. Wordcount: 3,700+

It started out as a friendly invite from a couple of classmates, a few who's names you remember and some others that you'd hardly recall their faces, but you all faced the same hellish finals together, neck deep in studying and deadlines that the lack of aqqauintance with them didn't so much as matter as the mutual understanding that college was hell, and final exams were the metaphorical boss battle you all had to face against.

You pass by the skin of your teeth. Between what was happening outside of classes and your own habit of procastinating, you were close to calling it quits for the semester. But Sun was helpful going over the material for you, and Moon kept you from being distracted, so you pass. Barely, and you're already stressed to the nines, but it's enough.

So when your classmate messages the class's group chat (much to the proffessor's charigin) about a group outing at a local bar to celebrate, you agree. You haven't been able to be social lately, and some reprieve was needed. You didn't really drink, and the bar wasn't really your style, but a change of pace was in order. Gramps promises to answer the door for the Attendants if something came up, but they liked to bother him reguardless when you weren't home, so you leave with a quick goodbye to do a little celebratory socializing.

And that's how you're....here. Drunk and alone.

Turns out after the first hour, everyone scampered off to go get hitched or call it for the night. It was nice, but a majority of them are dispersed by now or in pockets, save for one classmate (Brittney? Becky? You don't remember) who's actaully chatting it up with the robot bartender.

She's twirling her hair around her finger and blantently flirting with the robot in plain view, probably as tipsy as you are. It's a scene you glance over at occasioanlly in amusement while you nurse your own drink. The robot doesn't seem bothered, but then again, you can't tell if it's able to even display emotion like that.

Though, you did notice it never shooed her away, never charged for her second drink and was currently pouring flavored water into her shot glass while she laughs at some sort of joke it makes that you don't hear.

Kinda funny how far along human and robot relations have come, hasn't it?

You sip at your own drink again, finishing it off, and stand up from your chair-

-and that's a bad idea. The world spins, tilts far left to the side until you grip the side of the counter to pull yourself back down to the chair and wait for the disortion to subside.

Out of the corner of your eye, the bartender's mechanical eyes flit to you for a split second, then return back to Brenda. (Or Bethany. Who knows.)

How embarressing.

Pulling out your phone, you check the time. It's late at night, almost the early hours of the morning. The bar is open for now, but will close soon enough by the time you wait for the tipsy to pass and sobering to start, and to be fair, it just doesn't dawn on you to ask for water when you're a bit too preoccupied trying to not be dizzy.

Walking home alone like this is...probably not a good idea.

Gramps is in your speedial, along with another number you've put in here fairly recently.

(You did teach them how to use the phone properly, right? Oh, you'll feel so terrible if you have to wake Gramps up at this hour, the poor old guy.)

(You can probably make it home by yourself. It's just a ten minute walk.)

(Maybe you can ask someone here for a ride home. Nevermind. The last remaining of your known classmates are either arguing in the corner, leaving as you watch and Brooklyn's flirts with the robot bartender is becoming more and more riskay by the minute.)

"It's late."

You blink. In your hand, your phone screen says you're in a call. You're finger is still pressing over the spot where you selected the contact. Oops. Did you mean to do that? "Uh.-"

A sound from the speaker thats soft spoken and slow. You press it up against your ear to hear it better amongst the bar's chatter, and a low voice repeats itself. "You should be sleeping."

You can't pick up the meaning in his tone. You're too muffled in your own brain to make out the ends of his sentences that you just rock back in your chair and hum in your throat. "Heya...Hi." You start, voice slurring. "Hi Moon."

There's a pause on the other end of the call. "Where are you?"

"Uh, same place. You know." You wave your hand off and don't feel stupid that he couldn't see your gesture. "The uh, bar down the road. The one with the big neon sign in the front. Looks like kinda like ah, a...banana. The thing, curved thing on the front."

"Okay." Moon sounds tired, except robots don't get tired, and that's just what he usually sounds like whenever he's dealing with your shenanigans, or something particularly difficult. Sometimes he says you're difficult, but not in the way that feels mean. "Stay there."

"Well, I can't, dumbass I gotta get home at some point. Bar closes soon." You huff into the phone. "Was gonna leave here in a bit, anyways. Just need to sit for a minute."

"A minute." Moon repeats. His voice echoes like he's talking to you from a stairwell.

"Yeah-huh. Like, a minute." You lean back in your chair confidently, then immediatly lean back towards the counter as the legs started to tip the other direction and forgoe any movement to just lean against the bartop. "Didn't mean to call you. My finger slipped."

He hums, and it sounds less than convinced. "Hmm. How much?"

"How much...what?" The end of your question is drawled out with your lack of sobriety.

"Nevermind." Footsteps, air against the phone speaker. Moon speaks plainly. "Did you have fun?"

"Man, whats with you and the questions?" You blow air out of your nose, your free hand thumbing minelessly for your shot glass and looking up from the wooden counterop when you feel something different.

A glass of ice water was set next to you, replacing what little alcohol you had left in your cup. The bartender is on the other side of the room, still talking to your classmate, but you've already seen how it's been replacing her drink with water, and frown at your own. "Aw, damn."

"Language."

"Shut uuuup." You groan into the mic, and your head plops down onto the counter, resting. "I had fun. It was...alright."

Moon makes a noise of aknowledgment, a quiet sound to continue.

"I got the lowest score in the class." You confess, almost mummbling. There's no one paying attention to you, and the bar was sparspy populated so it's not like you had anything to be embarressed over. Still, your breath comes back up to your face as you rest your head and it smells like vodka. "I mean, nothing's wrong with that. Still passed though."

He hmms through the phone. "We know. You told us."

"Got ditched." A slurred sentence, quickly continued after a moment. "Not like, ditched ditched. Like....everyone's gettin' ready to leave soon. They've got their own bubbles, m'not in them." You slow to a stop, looking around the room. There's even less people now, and with the slow music playing on the speakers, it's a nice vibe. Smelled like cigaratte smoke and alchol though.

It's relaxing. You're relaxed. That drink is really settling in, and your legs are feeling like heavy weights and your tongue easy to move when you talk. In fact, you could sit here for a few more hours under the low-lights, listening to soft music, rambling about how college is stupid and how you regret being such a lightweight. Maybe skip out on the drinks, next time. You were starting to feel tired.

"Don't tell me that yet."

You blink, blearily, head shifting to look back down at your phone. "Hmm?"

There's a small pause on the other end, a silence punctuated only by soft background noises that you can't make out through the call. "...You've been talking outloud for the past few minutes."

Minutes? It's been seconds, no way. You squint at the phone screen, ignoring the numbers in the corner for the numbers that state how long you've been on call. It's too bright for you, so you put the phone back to your ear. "S'fine. I mean't to do that."

"Sure." Moon says. "Anything else?"

"...It's uh, dark enough in here for you."

"That's nice."

"Kinda stinks, though."

"We wouldn't be able to tell."

"I think my classmate likes robots." You speak quieter, which only makes half of your sentence coherent but you continue off the drunken assumption that your rambles were making sense anyway, free hand cupped around your mouth and facing away from the flirting scene like a kindergardener giggling at juicy gossip. Luckly, your classmate is too far to hear you, and if the robot did, then it doesn't show it. "Like, likes-likes robots. She totally wants to bang it. Her. I think. I think the robots a girl."

"Uh-huh." Moon speaks dully, but you can hear faint amusement. "Good for her."

"Can robots do that? Wait, don't answer that." You bring down your phone away from your ear to glance back up towards said classmate like you were scared of getting caught gossipping. You were, in a sense, not the best at being subtle, but both the bartender robot and your classmate are now seated at a booth away from the counter, holding their own conversation.

You stiffle a small gasp. "Holy shit, I think they're hitting it off."

Moon does the robot equivlanet of a sigh. "Don't stare."

"Right. Rightrightrightright-" You turn away quickly, curling back into yourself like some child caught in the act. "I'm not-I'm not staring-Wait, how didja even know I was looking?"

The sound of a car driving past, a door softly opening. "We know you. You're nosy."

"You're mean." You huff, phone pushed into the space between your ear and neck, using the countertop to rest your head. "I want to go home."

"Mmhm."

"Can robots make out?" The question is so out-of-the-blue you can almost feel the whiplash you send through the phone. "Because I think they're about to. Becky, uh. Brianna. I don't know her name. They're like, really getting along. M'not staring by the way. I'm glancing."

"Okay."

"Is it like, all robots can do it or just some of them? I don't know if, it's like-uh, like..is that insensitive? Am I offensive?"

"No."

"If I google it do I get weird pictures or do I get an answer?"

"Both."

"Can I ask you a question?" You continue. "A totally...not weird question. Maybe kinda weird. Not the weirdest thing I've asked you. Anyway, can you-?"

Click.

You raise your head, looking down at the phone as it flashes the 'call ended' words before going back to your home screen. In a tipsy gasp, your mouth drops open. He hung up on you! Why that little-

"Ask again when you're sober."

A low voice startles you, and you spin around and almost falll off your chair in the motion.

Moon stands behind you, phone still in hand but lowering to pocket it in his hoodie. (Plain, simple, the biggest one you could find to fit them. He still wears his star pants and ribbons but at least he took the bells off his slippers.) and glowers down at you with a quiet look. He has the hood pulled up, even with the hat on, and it just makes his eyes glow a little more in the low-lights.

His hand raises to the glass of water, now with most of it's ice melted, and slides it across the counter towards you. "Drink."

You blink blearily at him, and it's out of synch. "When did you get here-"

"Drink." He repeats, hoisting the glass up to your face until you grumble something innapropriate and snag it from him. You chug it down rather quickly while he waits, and the room never quietens in the few seconds that it takes, but you listen to the conversations out of habit.

Bailey and the bartender robot were definatley gonna start dating or something, and your classmate didn't even look drunk anymore, just a bad flirter. Most of the people in the bar were humans (why would robots come here? They can't drink, and they'd be outnumbered 10 to 1 anyways) save for the other two automations you think are quietly hanging out outside, but it's mostly flesh and blood.

A quiet 'where did that one come from? the circus?' reaches your ears as soon as you finish the water, dropping the glass down on the table and turning your head to whatever human spoke but Moon inturrupts you. A sleeved arm holds out in front of you. "Stand up. Here."

"Don't tell me what to do." Comes out slurred and stuffed up, but the world tilts when you lift yourself off the chair, so your hands find his arm and your balance steadies. "I want to go home."

"Mmm." Moon turns, slowly so you don't get stick, and leads you to the door. "It's past your bedtime."

"Dun't have a bedtime."

"You will tonight." You are lead past the remaining patrons, who don't really care about your departure save for the one or two off-hand glances. Moon opens the door with one hand, holding it open, and guides you through. "Come on."

Your classmate turns your way, and you register her throwing up two thumbs up in your direction with a wide, encouraging smile just as the door shuts behind you. Whoops.

The bar's neon light is bannaa shaped because of some island-theme they had back before redesign that never got taken down, but in your shifting vision and the night's dim lights, it kinda looks like a cresent moon. This is something you voice outloud without meaning to, and Moon spares your thoughts with a glance to the sign, and a chuckle before he leads you down the sidewalk.

Walking is...well, it's taking some bit of effort. Everything felt kinda heavy, your stomach was starting to churn and you needed to use the restroom soon. Maybe you could get home faster if you speed-walked or something, or took a shortcut. You pull away from the guiding arm out for you. "I can walk."

"Okay." And so Moon lets you pull away, standing straight and watching as you take a few tentive steps. You fumble on your fifth step, but the ground never has a chace to rush towards you. A hand around your shoulders, tight but never lower, presses you back towards the Attendant until your own grip finds his upper arm and dig your fingernails into the sleeve.

He's walking before he even asks again. "Want to try again."

Your nose wrinkles up, and whatever word you had formlated in your mind comes out garbled and incoherent. "Heuh."

"....Guess not."

It's peaceful walking at night. Sometimes cars would pass by on this road, and the bright headlights would make your eyes sting but you never ran into anything. Fireflies start to appear in scarcity as you approuch your apartment, rambling about your classmates and the exam and how the vodka didn't taste at all how the bar marketed to be while your animatronic guide is quiet with the occasional noise of aknowledgement, and very focused on making sure you don't trip on every pebble you see.

"This is kinda like...when you escorted me to the doors, back at the pizzaplex." You talk outloud again, and there's no sting in your voice when you're drunk. "You know, ya escorting me."

Moon doesn't look up from the keypad to your apartments, jotting in the number (because just hacking it served you a few complaints from maintenence) and hums. "It is."

You are lead through the opened door, and into the stairwell. "But like, this time you get to come home with me."

"Every night." Moon adds, and finds the door to your apartment without so much as turning on the light in the hallway. It's nearly pitchblack, but you're not scared or bothered by the lack of sight in the slightest. The perks of having a robot friend with night vision means free avoidance of bumping into walls. You hear the clacking of keys, and the door opens. "Inside-"

You go in before he can finish, using the wall and the kitchen counter to steady you until you make it to the living room and the adjacent hallway. The lights are off for obvious reasons, but the living room lamp is on, so it's just enough light for you to make out your path. The world still tilts, although it's weakening, you barely manage to make it to the bathroom door, yelling out some incoherent 'illbeouutinasecond' before you swing the door shut.

When you come back out, Moon is in the kitchen, and he turns to see you almost plank on the sofa cushions for a rest. You miss, bounce off the edge of the seats and faceplant on the floor instead. "...oww."

Soft padded footsteps approuch you, and you are unceramounsly yanked up by the back of your shirt until you're placed on the cushions (he lifted you effortlessly and carefully, but you still groan like an elephant at the movement) and turned over until you're facing upwards, sitting back against the cushion on the back arm rest.

Something wrapped in a napkin is shoved in front of your face. "Eat."

You smell it before you can process seeing it. A plain, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which you take into your hands, pull away the napkin and take a huge bite before you can say your appreciation properly without a mouthful "Thhansk."

There's no response, but a hand comes up to your forehead, brushing back against your scalp and gentle running through your hair. His hand lingers there as Moon crouches besides the couch. The hoodie is gone now, so it's just his hat and t-shirt. You can see his soft smile more clearly. "You need to go to bed when you're done."

You talk inbetween bites. "M'not moving."

"Then stay here." He rises, knuckles brushing across your ear as his hand moves and disappears down the hallway. You're on the last bites of your sandwhich when he reappears with a blanket and pillow in hand, along with a folder you recognize with stars and moons in it's printed pattern.

The blanket is tossed over your legs and feet, and the folder is set to the coffee table besides you along with a pen. In your approuching bare-sobreity, you recognize the papers peeking out from the edge. Moon sits down besides the couch, back facing you, and opens up to where he left off presummably before he came and retrieved you.

He grades papers while you finish your sandwich and peek nosely over his shoulder. "You never answered my question."

Moon does not look up from grading his student's papers. "I haven't."

"Gimmie answer."

"Silly." He starts, marking an answer wrong and setting that finished paper to the side. His voice never breaks from the calm tone. "Asking personal questions, gossiping in public like that. Intoxicated."

"I wasn't the only one." You defend, and realize that's not exactly a factor that can play in your favor, so you search your clouded tipsy brain for another answer. "Look, listen. I was dared to do shots. I don't..., uh, drink. Like ever. M'lightweight. But I'm not a coward."

The animatronic's head turns towards you on his swivel. "Bad decision. Probably already tipsy."

"Hey-" You warn, pointing a finger in his face. "The amuont of drunk I was has no corrolations-" That last word comes out fumbled. You ignore how Moon's smile twitches upwards. "-no corrolations to the bad decisions I've made."

"Sure." Moon chuckles, onto the next batch of ungraded papers in his folder. "You make plenty of those."

You make a notable effort to brush off any of the crumbs on your shirt in his direction. "You weren't a bad decision."

The monotonous sound of pen scratching pauses for a moment. Then continues. "Debatable."

"Booo." You groan, your disagreement echoing in the living room and silence settling between you two only broken by pages turning and pen scratching.

Sinking into the sofa and watching him work becomes a lullaby, and you feel sleep teter at the edge of your mind as the animatronic finishes up the current page, closing the folder and setting it to the side. Moon pushes the folder to the center of the coffee table, left out to finish the rest later, and you puff up your cheeks to blow air at his face when he turns back to you.

He doesn't even squint, just stares dully at you until you've finish. "Thanks for getting me."

His head tilts. "Mhmm."

Your cheek presses further into the pillow. Nausea is there, something in the pit of your stomach, but it is long buried by the promise of sleep. "But for the record, I didn't ask for you to take care of me."

A blurred movement in the corner of your eye. His hand has returned, settled against your head with his thumb gently running over your skin. "We didn't ask for your permission."

"....M'gonna be hungover in the morning."

"Yes." Moon grin in a way that's both soft and amused. You wonder if his sunny counterpart would be this teasing too, considering that's who's most likely going to be rubbing your back when you're kneeled over the toilet in the morning. "You will be very hungover. Go to sleep."

You mummble something in protest, but your eyes close nonetheless. "M'sleeping already. Geeze."

Your response is a quiet hum, and the hand brushing against your forehead in slow motions until you start to drift away. That hand lingers, softley, and doesn't return to the pen until the world fades and you are well into slumber.

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janicho88 · 10 months

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I Got You- Chapter 3

Pairing- Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female!Reader

Word count- 2,817

Warnings- Language, mentions of domestic violence, injuries, and abuse, abusive boyfriend, hurt reader, protective Jake. Hospital, and police. If I missed something, please let me know.

A/N- Before we get any further into this, there will be a few differences from the movie. Ice was sick, but beat it, the aviators are there for a six-week training, not three. This one has been sitting in my WIP since last fall. First Jake story, I hope I can do him justice. The first few chapters will be a little heavy, but we will move past that. Thank you to @slightly-psycho-multifan for beta'ing!

Summary- When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with. It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago. The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her.

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Somewhere along the ride you fell asleep, Jakes’s soft voice stirs you. It takes you a minute to remember where you’re at, and the soreness you feel is quick to remind you of what has happened. Finally, it dawns on you that the truck is no longer moving. Looking out the window you see you’re in a parking lot.

“We’re just south of Santa Ana, I thought this would be far enough away to stop. I can’t find a parking place up close, and I don’t want to make you walk any further than you have to. So I’m going to drop you off by the door, find the first available park in the parking garage I can and be right back. You can wait by the door or go in and register, alright?”

“Okay,” you croak out. Is that really your voice? You must still be a little tired.

Jake pulls up to the door and hurries around to your side to carefully help you out. He sets the peas back down in the bag, as you slowly move away. Watching you walk up to the door he cringes, your bruises have darkened up since leaving the apartment. He hadn’t noticed the ones around your neck before, but they definitely stand out now. Once you are safely inside he pulls away to find a parking spot. Your phone in the passenger seat catches his attention, he wouldn’t put it past the bastard to have some kind of tracker program on there, so he shuts it off until he can deal with that. It takes until the third floor of the small parking garage to find an empty place, but he grabs your IDs he had stuck in the truck console and takes off running as soon as he is out.

Meanwhile, you have every intention of just waiting inside the door for Jake to come back, but a security guard has caught sight of you and immediately calls someone over. You keep trying to tell them about your friend, but they aren’t listening, just talking to each other over you.

“He’s coming,” you finally manage to get out loud enough for them to notice.

“Don’t worry honey, you're safe now,” a nurse tells you.

That’s great, you think, but you would feel even safer if Jake was here with you. It’s a flurry of activity as two nurses take you back to a room and start taking your blood pressure while the other is asking questions, the first one being your name. When one of them touches near your left wrist you scream. She carefully pulls back your sleeve and gasps “wow” at the dark swollen wrist.

“Kelly,” the other nurse quietly reprimands her.

The one asking you questions, Nancy, you read on her name tag finally turns to you, as Nurse Kelly stops prodding. She seems nice, she looks a little bit older, maybe around your moms age. “I can see the cuts on your arm, the bruising on your wrist, face and throat. Is there anything else that hurts you?”

It throws you off when she says your throat has bruises, is that why it hurts to talk? That’s never bruised before, but then you remember. Josh had never choked you before tonight. That is why you were finally scared enough to call Jake. Before today, there had been some bruises from his hits, and a sprained wrist. Maybe he’d throw a few things at you, or there was that one time two weeks ago you were doing your damnedest to forget.

“Y/n? Honey, is there anything else?” Nancy asks again. “You can even just point to it if that’s easier for you instead of talking.”

Taking inventory of your body, you notice the only other place you hurt is the left side of your chest and you point there.

“Can you tell me how you got these injuries?”

The response you usually go with is falling, or an accident of some kind, but you know you aren’t going back this time. “My boyfriend got mad at me.”

She talks to you for a few more minutes before leaving. “I’m going to go over all this with the doctor, and one of us will be right back okay?”

You want to ask about Jake coming back, but they are gone too quickly. Sitting back against the bed you wait for someone to come back.

Out in the lobby Jake is looking all over for you, it’s a little after 11 pm, but there are still a few people waiting to be seen by an ER doctor. When he can’t find you, he goes up to the registration desk where a security guard is talking to a young nurse. She notices the attractive aviator walking up and gives him a smile.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Jake, I’m trying to find someone. Her name is Y/N, I just…”

“You’re him, she said you would be here.” She quickly interrupts, her eyes narrowing. “You have a lot of nerve showing up here.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,’ Jake responds, more than a little confused. “Can you help me find my…”

“No. You will not be getting near her.” Turning to the guard, she speaks to him now. “Paul, did you say you already called the police for that poor girl?”

“Yeah, they were sending an officer down to take her statement.”

“This is the guy she was trying to tell us was coming.”

“What is going on here?” Jake asks.

The guard turns to look at Jake with disgust, “you and I are going to take a little walk buddy.”

“If that walk is to go find my friend, that would be great.”

“No, you aren’t going to see her again.”

“What is happening?” Jake pushes for an answer.

But that answer never comes for Jake, the guard grabs his arm and pulls him down a hallway and pushes him inside a small empty waiting area. “You’re going to need to wait in here.”

“Can you please tell me what’s going on, and how my friend I brought in is doing? I really need to find her.”

The door just shuts in response. He’s too wired up to sit, just paces the small area hoping someone will give him some answers soon.

Back in your room, a doctor is just leaving after explaining what lab work she is sending you for. You are left waiting for someone to come take you for your x-rays, and constantly checking the door for Jake. Where is he? He wouldn’t have just left you here, right?

Forty five minutes later, you are finally back in the exam room, still without any word from Jake. The orderly who took you out of the room, didn’t have any answers for you about someone looking for you. You aren’t used to carrying a phone anymore, so you had left yours in Jake’s truck.

A knock at the door has you hoping for your friend, but it’s just nurse Kelly. Scratch that, nurse Kelly, and a police officer. The officer gives you a small smile as the nurse begins to speak.

“You don’t have to worry, the police have the guy who you said was coming for you.”

Panic starts to set in, and your heart rate monitor is screaming. How in the world has Josh found you already? He should still be at the bar, or passed out with whatever chic took him home tonight. Where is Jake in all this? Did he see Josh and go after him? That would not be good for his career. Why did you drag him into this in the first place?

The thoughts running through your head would have kept going, if the nurse hadn’t come over to draw you out of it. When you are paying attention to the two of them again, the officer starts talking.

“We’re holding your boyfriend down the hall, my partner is talking to him right now. Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“How did he find me here?”

The officer throws a questioning look to Kelly. “Didn’t you tell them he was coming when you arrived here? Was he following you?”

Did you tell them that? You didn’t think so. You weren’t expecting him to find you so soon. All you wanted was Jake here now. “Do you know where my friend that brought me is? His name is Jake. Said he would be right here.”

“Your boyfriend?” Kelly asks, as she remembers the guy's name that came looking for you with disgust.

Shaking your head, you take a small sip of water to coat your throat before speaking again. “He’s not my boyfriend. He took me away.”

The two women in the room are slightly confused, the officer speaks first. “Your boyfriend took you away, or the man that’s here took you away from somewhere?”

“Jake got me out. Where is he?” You aren’t even aware of the tears falling down your face from the frustration you are feeling along with the pain from the injuries and the tightness in your throat. “He said he would be right here, should have been in here by now.”

The officer looks at the nurse, then back to you. “I’m going to go look into something, I’ll be right back.

Nurse Kelly is left to try and find something to calm you down.

Jake is dealing with another officer, down in the waiting room.

“Can you tell me your relationship to the patient?”

“We’ve been friends for about eleven years, but I haven’t heard from her for a while before tonight.”

“Did that make you angry?”

“Not as angry as this is.”

The officer does not look impressed.

“Maybe a little frustrated, hurt I guess. What does this have to do with me going to see her now?”

“We can’t let you do that.”

“That's what everyone keeps saying, but why the hell not?”

“You know why Mr. Seresin.”

“It’s Lieutenant, actually officer James.”

“Did the military teach you how to do that? Fight the enemies overseas, and come home and throw a few more punches?”

“What are you talking about?”

It’s then that the door opens and a female officer comes in and asks to speak to her partner in the hall. Both return a few minutes later. She starts the questioning this time. “Can you tell us how your night went?”

“Where do you want me to start?” Jake shoots back trying to avoid rolling his eyes.

“Your first interaction with Miss Kazansky.”

“I was at the Hard Deck, it’s a bar near base in Miramar. Been there maybe 15 minutes when my phone rang. It was Y/N, she said she needed help, I left and drove up to LA. I met her at her shared apartment. When I saw her, I told her she needed to get out of there. So I packed up her stuff, she wouldn’t let me stop at a hospital there because her boyfriend would find her. So I drove until we got here. Now can someone tell me what I’m doing here and why I haven’t been allowed to see her yet?” He finished his recount, struggling to stay calm and not snap at the officers in front of him anymore.

The two officers look at each other. “There may have been a small misunderstanding,” James tells him. “We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Ten minutes later one very ticked off Jake Seresin is finally being shown to your room. After speaking with you one more time, the officers told him they were under the impression he was the boyfriend responsible. He had to bite his tongue not to say anything that would get him in trouble and keep him from you any longer. He gave them your address back in LA and what he knew of Josh before leaving them behind. Jake wasn’t sure how much they could really do about your ex, but that’s a problem for later.

You are extremely relieved to finally see Jake enter your room. He pauses in the doorway, the sleeves of the hospital gown don’t hide your bruised arms from him. The doctor knocks on the door right behind him so he doesn’t say anything, just takes a seat right next to you. Your x-rays are back, your wrist, as everyone figured, is broken. Luckily the pain around your ribs is just bruising, nothing broken there. You do have signs of a concussion, and they tell Jake what to watch for should it get worse. He is also given some prescriptions to get filled for you in the morning. Once ortho has a cast on your wrist, you are going to be free to go.

That takes another hour and finally around 2:30 am, you exit the hospital, with instructions to find an orthopedic doctor in your area and see them in two weeks. Nurse Nancy waits with you by the door while Jake runs to get the truck. Once he’s back, he hops out to come over and help you inside the cab. With a ‘thank you’ to Nancy, the two of you are headed back to the highway. The pain medications they gave you for tonight are starting to kick in. For once you aren’t leaving the hospital with a giant pit in your stomach.

It’s quiet between the two of you, but from the corner of your eye you have caught Jake’s hand slide over toward you, before he pulls it back to rest on the center console. In your tired state it doesn’t dawn on you until you start to see some of the road signs, you aren’t on your way back to Lemoore with Jake. He wasn’t there when you called him, he said he was at…Oh crap.

“Where are we going?” You ask, suddenly more awake than you were two minutes ago.

Your raspy voice surprises the aviator, and he glances over at you in shock, not having expected to hear anything more from you.

“It’ll be almost 4am by the time we make it back. I was going to take you back to the house I rented, but I can take you to your parents house if you’d rather?”

“No. No, they can’t know. Dad would be so disappointed in me.”

“Darling, I don’t think he would. He might be more inclined to fire a missile at your ex. Maybe if I ask nicely, he’ll give me the honor.”

“Not funny. Please don’t tell anyone I’m here, Jake. Please,” you beg of your friend. The worry you thought you left behind quickly comes back.

He can hear the panic in your voice, and see you shaking from the corner of his eye. “Okay, okay, if that is what you want, I won’t say a word.”

“Thank you.”

When you arrive at the house not too far from base, Jake rushes around to help you out of the truck, and grabs some of your things before assisting you up the walk. Once inside, he leads you to the couch, while he does a quick check of the house. Not that he really thinks Josh is here, but just for a peace of mind. When Jake’s sure you’re alone, he comes back to check on you before getting the rest of your things from the car and locking the house up tight.

“I don’t have extra bedding for the guest room, but you can stay in my room tonight and I’ll take the couch. Alright Princess?” he quietly asks.

Slowly shaking your head, you can’t even look at him when you whisper, “I don’t want to be alone.”

It takes Jake's tired brain a minute to process that. “Does that mean you want to hang out on the couch with me or..”

“We both need some sleep, will you lay with me please?”

“I’ll do whatever I can to help you darlin. I got you, always.”

Jake grabs the bags with your clothes and you follow him up to the bedroom. He allows you to use the bathroom first. While you are in there he pulls a tshirt and some gym shorts out of his drawer for you to sleep in. He figures you can sort through your things tomorrow, or later today. While you change in the bedroom, Jake slips into the bathroom, coming out in a shirt and boxers.

He guides you to the side of the bed away from the door and lifts the covers up for you to crawl in. Moving to the other side of the bed, he situates himself making sure to give you plenty of space. The last thing Jake wants to do is make you uncomfortable. After the rough night, it doesn’t take long for either of you to pass out.

Thank you for reading!

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chaos-grimlin · 1 year

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ANOTHER PART OF MARKED!!!🙊

Okay!

Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (Poly Billy loomis and Stu macher x reader)

Word count:973

Chapter 17- distraction

^^^3rd P.O.V^^^

Only two sounds filled Y/ns hospital room, the sound of a heart monitor, and her shallow breathing.

"Shes right in here sir" a faint voice whispered from behind the thin wooden door.

"Thank you" Randy said as the women slid the door open, and when she did, the door let out a eerie hiss.

The nurse nodded to Randy as he walked in.

The sound of the nurses heels clanked agaisnt the tiles before the sound became far to distant.

Randy slowly turned to look at Y/n and the sight brought tears to his eyes..

He saw the cuts that littered her face, the bruises that dawned on her body, the bandages that were on her wrists.

Thought, all of this, her face looked... Peaceful...

Randy slowly walked over to her and slowly took one of her hands into his.

He traced small shapes onto her hand with his thumb. Randy let his eyes wonder back to her face.

His eyes scanned over every cut, over every bruise.. And he vowed, right then and there, to make whoever do this suffer...

Y/n didn't deserve anything that happened to her... She didnt wrong anybody...

Randy gritted his teeth as rage filled his body to the point it made him shake.

"Who ever did this...who ever..no matter who they are...they will pay for this" Randy said as he reached his free shaky hand up to Y/ns beaten face and cupped her cheek into his palm....

~~~~Time skip~~~~

^^^^Y/n P.O.V^^^^

I awoke, my eyes jolting open.

I took in greedy gasps of air as my body jumped up and i went into a fit of coughing.

My throat burned.

I let my breathing soon became stable and once it did, pain flooded through my body.

My skull was pounding, my wrists burned as if 1 million needles were being stuck into my skin, gracing the bone, and my hip was huring more then anything.

I bit my tongue as I slowly gripped the thin blanket that was on my body and slowly moved it off, letting out a small groan of pain as I did.

My eyes wondered down to my hip, and they went wide when I saw the side of my hospital gown was soaked in my own blood.

My breath hitched in my throat as I grabbed the edge of the gown and lifted it up till i saw the blood drenched bandages taped to my hip.

A idea made its way into my mind and before i knew it i was pulling the bandages off.

I wasnt expecting to see what see what I saw on my thigh...

I saw a bloody carving of that goddamn mask.

The images of hours ago flashed through my mind like a movie.

The image of the man over me, cloaked and masked as he forcefully held me down while the other man carved into my thigh.

I bit my quivering lip as o fought back tears, but failed.

Tears pooled from my sore eyes and dripped onto the sheets.

I looked along my body, seeing all the cuts that were on my body like markings.

I flet disgusting...

I laid back down and pulled the sheets over me, nit caring to rewrap my wound.

I hugged the sheets tightly to my body, trying to erase what had happened from my mind.

Yet...

I still felt his body agaisnt mine

I still felt his forceful thrusts

I still felt the ropes digging into my flesh.

I cried harder and harder.

I wanted to forget it..

I wanted it to be erased from my memory.

I bit onto my cheek, wanting some sort of distraction from all of this.

I felt the tender skin break under the force of my teeth.

I felt the blood seap out of the the cut and touch my tongue, leaving a iron taste in my mouth.

The taste wasnt strong enough to be a distraction.

Distraction... Thats all I needed right now.

Distraction

I tried to listen to the constant, fast beeping of the heart monitor that i was hooked up to

I tried to listen to the dripping of the IV

Nothing would clear my mind..

It was almost like i could still hear those distorted voice ringing in my head.

I gripped at my hair, pulling at it, trying to pay attention to the pain, but it just reminded me of when the man dragged me back home by my hair.

I sat up from my bed and my shaky hand isntaly grabbed onto the plastic phone that sat on the bed side table.

I took in shakey breathes as I slowly dialed Randy's number then pressed the cold phone to my ear.

Once...

The phone rung

Twice

The phone rung

Three...

Four

...

Five...

"Hello?" Randy's tired voice called out.

"Randy" i said, my voice barely above a whisper, yet it held so much sadness.

"Holy shit, Y/n" Randy's tone changed from slightly annoyed to a soft, consurned voice.

I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out were sobs.

"Y/n, honey, are you okay? Is something wrong? Is someone there?" He called out franticlly.

"Please... Come to me.." I said, almost choking on my own words.

"Im on my way" Randy said without hesitation.

I heard Randu shuffle out of bed as I whispered a small thank you.

"Ill see you in 5 minutes... I love you baby i promise everything will be okay"

"I love you too" was all i could say, and once things went silent, Randy hung up, leaving me alone once again.

I buried my head into my hands and just cried as i waited for Randy...

#billy loomis #stu macher #randy meeks x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #casey becker #randy meeks #billy loomis and stu macher x reader #scream

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lyranova · 25 days

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Hiya Lyra! 3, 7, and 23 for the excerpt asks please? Thank you!! 💕

Hiya Acacia! Of course you may, and I answered all of these with Zerilliam since I know you love them so much 🥹! I hope you enjoy~!

3 that encompasses my style

Tbh I don’t really know what my style is, i’ve been writing for many years and yet I still don’t know what my style is ahwjwhsjw 😅. But I guess this little Zerilliam snippet from an upcoming chapter of “Mocha Dreams and Earl Grey Realities” encompasses my sillier style 😆!

“ WHAT ARE YOU THINKING VANGEANCE?!” He mentally shouted at himself as his cheeks burned even hotter at his inappropriate thoughts. “ ZERA IS INNOCENTLY TRYING TO TEACH YOU HOW TO APPLY EYELINER AND THIS IS WHERE YOUR MIND GOES?! HAVE YOU NO SHAME?!”

“ Penny for your thoughts, William?” Zera suddenly whispered warmly into his ear, her voice sounding a little more seductive than before. William felt his heart, and his body, jump in surprise.

“ I-It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” William tried to tell her as he cleared his throat and looked away, Zera hummed, sat back a little, and tapped the eyeliner pencil against her cheek in thought.

“ Hmm, don’t tell me,” She began after a moment, a mischievous smile suddenly worked its way onto her face. “ Were you…having naughty thoughts about me?”

“ Absolutely not! I’m a gentleman.” He quickly and firmly denied, his face turning even redder (how that was possible, he wasn’t sure), and he quickly looked away from her.

“ Ooh a quick and firm denial…that means you totally were!” She teased with a chuckle, only making him clear his throat again.

“ I…was not.”

“ You were!” She squealed in delight, making him sigh and shake his head, but also cause a small smile to tug on his lips.

7 that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing

This scene from “Dandelion Wishes” chapter 6 is a little daydream I nursed after coming up with Zera, and I was going to make it a oneshot, but instead added it to Dandelions 😁!

‘That’s it. This is where and how I die. Rika always told me my mouth and bullheadedness was going to get me in trouble one day!’ Zera thought dramatically as she closed her eyes.

But instead of feeling a spell hit her, she felt the man let go of the front of her dress. She fell right onto the ground and opened her eyes as she heard the men shouting.

“ C-Captain Vangeance?!” She shouted as she watched the man use his World Tree magic to grab the men and tie them up.

“ Get your hands off of my wife.” He told the man in front of him calmly as he used his magic to hold him off the ground, but as Zera and others noticed, despite his calm demeanor, there was a fiery anger burning in his eyes.

“ ‘W-W-Wife’?!” Zera nearly squeaked as her face turned a bright shade of red and her heart skipped a beat.

Wait, her heart skipped a beat? Just because Captain Vangeance called her his wife? No…Zera’s face burned an even brighter shade of red. This couldn’t be happening!

She couldn’t be having feelings for the Captain of the Golden Dawn!

23 that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

This Zerilliam request from my 600 event was inspired by the song “By Your Side” by Jonas Blue and RAYE, and it’s what kicked off the Gods!AU brainrot 😆!

“ You…want me to come back to you? Even though I lied and hid my identity from you?” He asked, the surprise in his eyes going into his voice, and she nodded.

“ I’m not happy you lied and hid it from me, but deep down…I think I always knew there was something different about you,” Zera muttered with a small shrug. “ And it doesn’t matter, even though I still find it hard to believe, it doesn’t matter. Because…you’re still you, and I still love you.”

William blinked when she suddenly rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her face into his chest, his body stiffened a bit in surprise before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her as well.

“ So you can leave, and take care of what you need to, and I’ll still be here,” She told him, the tears in her eyes slowly seeping through his shirt, leaving a trail of wet spots. “ Just not tonight. I’m gonna hold your hand and keep you close, and I won’t let you go, not tonight. So please…keep me by your side.”

Williams heart beat rapidly in his chest as he heard Zera’s words, she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t pushing him away like he thought she would. Instead, she was holding him closer, silently asking for him to stay with her, by her side, for at least tonight. And for now he would take it, and just relish being with her tonight, since he wasn’t sure when, or if, they would ever get the chance to be together again.

#asks #acacia💜#my lovely mutuals #writing ask game #thanks for asking!#zerilliam #zera x william #william x zera #dandelion wishes #black clover

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My Sanctuary (Part 4)

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Spike finds that he really likes Caritas.

No, he's not a fan of the singing portion when it comes to himself, but it's nice to find a joint that doesn't mind a vampire nursing a drink in the corner. He found a table with a decent view of the stage, but enough out of the way to avoid the eyes of whoever was singing onstage. Lorne would swing by every so often, sometimes asking if he wanted to sing, other times just making idle chitchat until he was inevitably called away. The green demon even encouraged Spike to start writing after catching Spike writing scraps of poetry on random receipts he likely swiped from random tables, only giving a small smile whenever the vampire questioned how he knew of his old habit.

The free blood was a bonus.

Tonight was a bit of a slow one, the currently singing chaos demon singing a mellow song as patrons relaxed in the sanctuary. It was the kind of night that was warm in just the right way, work and the real world a distant reminder in favor of drinks and singing. Spike was at his normal table, a journal he had picked up a few days back open and being written in as Spike tried his best to make some sort of poem that didn't sound like the ramblings of a madman.

Sadly, it did, but he'd get better eventually.

"How goes it?" Lorne hummed as he appeared across the table, the vampire barely reacting as he finished a stanza.

"Not my best work, too much screamin' tonight." He muttered, scratching out the last few words with a scowl.

"It'll pass lemon drop; they always do." Lorne smiled, the vampire glancing up with a soft expression before grumbling and looking back at his work. "Oh, but I do have a surprise for you."

"Oh?"

"Mhm, the very underage surprise is standing at my bar." Blue eyes snap up, looking past Lorne and at the curved bar near the stairs until he lands on a familiar figure clutching a backpack close as she scans the crowd.

"Dawn?" For a moment, all Spike does is stare, a wave of protectiveness soon sending him across the room when some random vampire looks at the teen with interest. The teen finds herself suddenly yanked away and behind a familiar figure, the snarl Spike sends at a vampire she hadn't even seen sending their hands up.

"Whoa, I didn't see she was taken, sorry man!" The other vampire quickly decides that being across the room is their best bet at staying alive, and Dawn has a chance to exhale before Spike rounds on her with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here pet?"

"I came here to find you." If he had been human, Dawn was pretty sure Spike would have had a heart attack the way he stared, eyes wide as saucers.

"And find him you did, sweetheart." A green demon in a red suit made Dawn jump, the man bowing with a small smile. "Welcome to Caritas. You can call me The Host or Lorne."

"Um, thank you." She gave a nervous smile in return, looking around the karaoke bar. "It's funny, I heard this was a good place to get help, and I guess it is."

"I'm glad I could help then, huh?" the demon chuckled, snapping his fingers at the bartender. "If you could, dear, she looks like she could use a good smoothie and maybe something to eat."

"Right away." The bartender nodded before moving to the other side of the bar, Spike finally feeling safe enough to shift back to his human face now they were alone. "Spike, why don't you dolls get set up at your table, and I'll drop by soon."

"Right..." Dawn feels her hand being taken as Spike herds her to his table, the vampire muttering under his breath as he steals a seat from a nearby table for her. "Sit." For once, Dawn listens, watching the barely blonde pace back and forth for a moment before resuming his own seat, finally focusing his attention on her.

"Your hair is curly." It's the first thing Dawn blurts out, setting her bag on the table with a small smile, biting her lip when Spike flinched at her sudden comment. "I like it."

"...thanks?" Keeping up his regimen had been taxing on the best of days, so he'd just kept dying the tips of his hair the best he could, wanting something of who he'd built himself to be still visible.

To keep William safe and tucked inside.

"I missed you." Those eyes focus on her, wracked with so much guilt and pain Dawn nearly lets out a gasp, having never seen so much raw emotion from him before. "Spike...?"

"I didn't mean to be away so long..." The vampire ducks his head, looking at his lap with a hiss. "Made the girl upset, so upset, bad William, bad bad bad -"

"Enough of that, sweetcheeks." Lorne's hand on Spike's shoulder stopped his mumbles; Dawn was confused as she looked at Lorne for some sort of answer. "Sorry, sweetie. When his soul acts up like this, it's best to try and nip it in the bud or ride it out."

"He has a soul?" Her question is a whisper as the demon looks at her in surprise, Spike silent as he looks at the table. Lorne just gives her a sympathetic look before going to grab her drink and food, and besides the partons singing on stage, neither of them says a word as she eats. Dawn wasn't as surprised as she should have been, she thought as she drank the best smoothie she'd ever had, knowing that he had gone for what he thought was best for her.

"Did you come alone?" Spike closed the book that was in front of him as he took in her appearance, able to smell dozens of strangers and cheap polyester from what was most likely a bus ride hanging around the teen.

"I got on a bus, I have time before anyone notices." Dawn fiddled with the zipper to her bag as she watched the various demons mill around the room. "I couldn't wait any longer, I had to see that you were okay."

"You could 'ave been hurt." Slipping off his chair, Spike puts his journal in Angel's borrowed coat pocket before offering a hand to Dawn. "Come pet."

"Are we going to Angel's place?" She slipped her backpack on before taking his hand, her grip a little bit tighter than usual. They bid Lorne goodbye before going up to street level and emerging in the parking lot.

"Yes, you'll be safe there." His voice is soft as they start walking, and some vampires who had been just hanging out by the street scatter when Spike snarled their way.

"But I'm always safe with you." Dawn sticks close to Spike's side as they walk through L.A.'s nightlife crowd, a little in awe of how lively it was compared to home. No one seemed to care about demons walking amongst humans here, a small crowd of human and demon kids playing with chalk in front of a 24-hour convenience store as Spike directs her across the street with a slight tug.

"No, not right now," He muttered, taking his familiar route back to the Hyperion. "Too many screams, could lose you in the crowd, could lose you to them, and I can't let it happen."

"Lose me to who?" Spike jerks his head toward her as they stop in the middle of the sidewalk, and she can see the guilt again. "I'm not going anywhere..."

"How do I know this?" Dawn gently pulls Spike out of the way of the foot traffic, the two sitting on a bench that had seen better days.

"Because you taught me how to fight and be strong, the voices aren't going to have it that easy, not one bit." She squeezed his hand with a teary smile, and he reached over with his free hand to gently cup her face. "I'm happy you're okay, we haven't heard from you and I was so scared..."

"I wanted to come back when I was whole, not missing with bits that can't be seen, blood and screams where you deserve songs and flowers." Spike sighed as he ran his thumb across her cheek. "The bad boy doesn't deserve to come home, not yet pet."

"You're not a bad boy." Dawn moved close so she could hug the vampire as tight as she could, Spike moving his arm so it rested across her back. "Please come home, please?" She can feel Spike inhale and then sigh, for her sake she realizes with a choked sob, and then move so he can slide his other arm under her legs.

"Come on, let's go." He let her adjust before continuing his journey, the hotel soon within view, and luckily conflict-free as he headed for the lobby.

"Hey Spike, welc—Dawn?" Cordelia's surprised voice gathered the teen's attention, and she waved from her spot in Spike's arms.

"Hey Cordelia, you look good." The former classmate of her sister laughed as she was joined by a man and woman Dawn had never seen before, both curious as they took in the girl in Spike's arms.

"Gunn, Fred, this is Dawn Summers." The three of them emerge from behind the massive former check-in desk as Spike sets Dawn down, the teen straightening her clothes before taking his hand back.

"Hi!" She flashed a slightly shy smile as Fred offered her hand with a matching one.

"I'm Fred, Fred Burkle if you want my last name." The Texan shook her hand before withdrawing with an awkward bounce. "Nice ta meet ya!"

"Same here, Charles but everyone calls me Gunn." His handshake is more relaxed, leaving Dawn grinning a bit as she takes them in.

"It's awesome to see you guys have extra hands, having only three people battle demons and stuff all the time has to be taxing. Speaking of, where is Wesley?"

"He and Angel are sharpening some of the blades in the basement, the nerds." Gunn rolled his eyes, motioning behind him. "Want to come?"

"Yes please." Dawn nodded and squeezed Spike's hand, the vampire shrugging and following after as the group headed down some stairs to a massive basement. They hear some laughter over the noises of a grinding stone, Wesley watching Angel pantomime some past fight as he sharpened the sword in his hands, the vampire "stabbing" some foe before acting out a dramatic death to the point where he fell to the floor.

"Bravo bravo!" Dawn laughed; Angel quickly sat up as Wesley nearly lost his hold on his weapon, the stone slowing to a stop as she laughed with the other three surrounding her. "Encore!"

"Uh, hey Dawn." Angel gave an awkward wave, glad he couldn't blush as the teen wormed her way past Fred to give him a hug. "When did you get into L.A?"

"Uh, an hour ago? I was supposed to get here sooner, but the bus had to stop for gas, and then I had to find the bar someone suggested I use, but I'm here now!" She pulled back from the hug to wave at Wesley, noting the Watcher was right beside Angel. "Hey Wesley."

"Dawn." He tipped his head, not really having too many memories of the younger Summers. "Glad you got here unscathed."

"Well, I am for now, but I'm in for a hell of a reckoning when I get home." She winced, looking back to see Spike giving her a slightly disapproving look.

"Hey, you hate the waiting game, I get it." Cordelia hummed, tucking some hair behind her ear. "C'mon, let's go pick out a room for you, because you're not going anywhere tonight, unless Giles is going to come get you in that crappy car of his."

"Oh, he got a new one. It's red and not about to rust apart." Dawn giggled. The two headed up arm in arm as everyone else watched their retreating back in amusement.

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Dawn ended up sleeping in Spike's room, the teen quietly snoring while Spike cradled her sleeping form. She and the investigations crew had stayed up most of the night before trading stories, the adults concerned no one had called when morning came, but figured someone would after she'd fallen asleep.

The two of them had shared tears after closing the door to his suite, Dawn hugging Spike so hard she was worried about breaking him as she sobbed. As much as it had been nice to have the others always around, becoming a small village to help raise and care for Dawn, he was the only one who'd truly made her feel safe. Spike hadn't been expecting to cry himself at the sound of her sobs, his initial panic fading as he realized he'd missed the little Bit as well, something he never thought could happen.

He missed this little firebrand of a human, missed her so much he almost drowned until they both fell exhausted.

It was now two days later, and despite his misgivings, surely the Scoobies should have noticed Dawn was gone by now. He slowly untangled himself from her scrawny limbs and went for her backpack that had been tossed on the coffee table when they'd first come up, figuring it had been long enough. The first thing he saw when he opened it was familiar leather, the sight making him smile for the first time in ages. His quest for a cell phone was forgotten as he pulled his duster out and gave it a once-over, rubbing his thumbs over his second skin before slipping it on. After reveling in his duster's familiar weight and smell, Spike returned to his task as he fished out her red phone with a slight shake of his head. He debates who to call first, and decides that Giles would be the better figure, sitting on the couch as the phone rings.

"Dawn?!" Spike blinked at the voice he hadn't expected, hearing some sort of scratching in the background.

"It's Spike." He can hear a sharp intake of breath before the noise pauses, the connection too weak for Spike to pick up anything. "What you doin' answerin' the Watcher's cell warlock?"

"Is Dawn safe?" Ethan's voice was trembling with barely concealed rage, something twisting in the pit of Spike's gut as he sat up straight.

"She's fine, what's wrong?" Ethan is about to respond when he hears a scream, a proper scream of rage that sounds like it is coming from a certain Watcher in the background. "What's wrong warlock?!"

"Spike?" Dawn's sleepy voice caught his attention, the teen sitting up as she rubbed her eye. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know pet, I -"

"Buffy was brought back."

The world goes silent as the words ring in Spike's head, chest rising and falling as he tries to process what he's been told. He can feel Dawn come to him, take the phone from his hand, and step away, only to start crying a few moments later.

After her first sob, the poor coffee table is flung across the suite along with her bag, followed by the couch and soon a random chair, as Spike lets out a roar of...of...he doesn't know what feeling is trying to win out, but he screams it out all the same. He stops flinging furniture when Angel grabs his hands from seemingly nowhere, falling to the floor like a cut marionette as he just screams, vision blurred by tears as his sire holds him. Someone is talking to Dawn as Spike works on focusing his breathing, rage suddenly boiling from under the surface as he comes to mind who would be bloody stupid enough to raise the dead. Angel nearly loses his grip as Spike tries to jerk after more furniture, sending them both crashing to the ground.

"That stupid bloody fucking witch!" He snarls, trying to wrench his way out of the iron grip his sire had on him after Angel had pinned him down with no success. "Magic ALWAYS HAS CONSEQUENCES!"

"Spike you have to calm down!" Cordelia knelt within his view, afraid to touch the vampire for fear of being bitten.

"Let him get it out." Angel snapped, anger coloring his own words as he kept Spike from injuring himself or others as he screamed in Fyral. "Get Dawn out of here, now." Dawn resisted being dragged out of the room, screaming as Gunn hoisted her up and over his shoulder, hitting him as hard as she could as she tried to go back to Spike to no avail. By the time they've made it a floor down is when the sobs start back up, pressing her face into Gunn's sweatshirt as she lets out ugly noises of pain, the fight completely gone by the time they've brought her to their offices on the lower level.

They can hear Spike's muffled screams as the vampire tries to fight free of his grandsire.

"Two days, and not a single person thought to call her sister?" Wesley was aghast as he spoke into her phone, the former Watcher nigh on murderous.

"Rupert and I had been summoned to a Council meeting, and we only returned a few hours ago!" Ethan was angry, yet his tone was laced with heartache at all the screaming he'd heard on the other end of the phone. We would have stopped her, believe you me. This magic is dangerous and unpredictable, the foolish girl!"

"Is...how is Buffy?" The name sounded wrong coming out of his mouth, and everyone was silent except Dawn, who continued to sob as she clung to Gunn.

"...she came back human, if that was your question."

"Ah..."

There wasn't much else to say.

"When we...calm Spike, we will figure out travel accommodations." Wesley cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the idea of sending Spike back so early. "I don't think we could convince him to stay."

"Likely not." Ethan agreed, and the angry shouting on his end finally went silent. "We've got her at Ripp-Giles's place."

"Understood." With a click, the call was over. Dawn looked up from her spot on the floor after pulling away from Gunn.

She was so bloody small.

"What now?" She looked at him for an answer Wesley didn't have, and the Brit looked at her with a soft expression as he knelt in front of her.

"Once Spike has calmed down, we'll figure it out, but do you need anything for now?"

"I could use some water." Dawn replied with a quiet sigh, hugging her legs close as Fred went to grab a bottle for her. Cordelia sat beside the smaller girl just as Fred returns, slipping an arm around her shoulders as Dawn drained the bottle without a sound.

"What happened?" Her voice has a bit of a tremble to it as Dawn looks up at Wesley, who was decidedly avoiding her gaze. "I heard you talking, b-but I didn't catch much of it."

"I—" The man removed his glasses with a whispered curse no one caught, and Dawn idly wonders if he'd start cleaning them like Giles does. "Willow did a very powerful and very dark resurrection spell the night Giles, Ethan, and you left. I'm assuming you chose that night because you'd have been caught otherwise."

"Yea, the Council called them away and I just...slipped out." Dawn fiddled with the plastic in her hands, looking at the floor now. "I didn't know what they had planned, honest!"

"We know sweetie." Cordy gave her a small squeeze. "Even before I graduated, Willow was starting to get more brazen with her magic, but this? I have no words."

"Trust me, Spike is saying them all for you." Gunn frowned. I may not know a whole lot about magic, but even I know there's always a price to pay for everything."

"It might be a good idea to send Angel back with Spike and Dawn," Wesly sighed, placing his glasses back on. "Aside from obvious reasons, extra hands might be useful if there is some sort of blowback from her spell. Also, he has a car."

"Um, I hate to rain on your parade and everythin', but is it wise to send Spike back to Sunnydale?" Fred picked at one of her nails when everyone glanced over. "He's not exactly Mr. Basket Full of Marbles."

"I'm not going back without him." Dawn shook her head, looking up at the now silent hotel above them. "I can't."

"You heard the lady, sounds like a plan." Cordelia shrugged, the rest of the Investigations crew exchanging glances.

None of them were stupid enough to get between the Slayer of Slayers and the current Slayer's sister.

#buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #spike btvs #lorne #dawn summers #angel #angel btvs #charles gunn #fred burkle #cordelia chase #wesley wyndam pryce #william the bloody #personal #ethan rayne

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leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 20 - it’s been a long day

Warnings: nothing I can think off except angst(?)

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine, but it sure is amazing)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: <3

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To Steve’s surprise Natasha and Clint arrive at breakfast, and whilst Tony and Bruce are nowhere to be found, he sends them a message quickly to come join them.

It’s likely that they’ve been up all night doing… who knows what they do, but he feels like it’s important to have everyone here.

Clint looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes; but Natasha, although moving slowly, looks lighter with him by her side.

“Morning,” he greets, offering the coffee to Clint first.

Clint takes the pot, holding it up in gratitude as he nurses it to the cupboard. Steve laughs as Clint fills it to the brim, slurping the top to bring it to the table.

Natasha is already sitting, so he sits next to her and groans.

“Tired?” Steve inquires.

He doesn’t get a reply.

Steve stands and grabs cereal and bread and offers them both to the assassins sitting at the table.

Clint continues to nurse his coffee, whilst Natasha points to the cereal.

Steve dumps some in a bowl and serves it to her with the milk on the side.

There’s a quiet thank you, and it only just dawns on Steve why her voice sounds more hoarse and when she talks, she says less.

Screaming makes your throat sore and your voice strained.

Clint closes his eyes as he sips his drink, and sighs contentedly, as Natasha eats the cereal slowly.

Steve reads on his phone as message comes through from Bruce, letting him know he’ll be there in five minutes.

Tony saunters in, disheveled. It makes Steve laugh as he instantly locates the coffee pot, fills a mug, and just like Clint fills it to the brim. He then sits next to Clint, filling up Clint’s mug again.

Natasha watches carefully, still half a bowl of cereal as she takes it to the kitchen disposing of it.

Tony clinks mugs as he drinks more, making Clint laugh as he does the same.

It’s been a long time since there’s been a morning like this and Steve appreciates the simplicity of it.

Bruce saunters in, and Natasha hands him a mug.

There’s a swelling of emotions, in him, and now as Natasha sits next to him, they watch the three drink coffee like it’s a lifeline.

“Thank you,” Natasha says, the four men looking at her, “for helping. For coming for me.”

Silence in the kitchen, as she continues.

“My experience with family is limited, but what you did for me…I won’t forget.”

Steve watches her bite her lip, as he feels he should say something back. Surprising everyone, it’s Bruce that talks.

“We’re a weird group of people, Nat. We protect our own. I’m sorry this happened to you. I wish it never did, any of it,” he says fiercely, “but you’re here with us now, and I hope you trust us enough to keep helping.”

He speaks, of course, of the two assassins tendency to run and hide when wounded.

To her credit, Natasha gives him half a smile and ducks her head.

“No promises,” she replies.

“This is touching,” Tony says, breaking the tension, “but what’s for breakfast?”

Clint nods, stands and pulls out a pan.

“Pancakes?”

Under the shower Clint can almost forget himself, the water beating down on him.

The coffee brought him to equilibrium, the shower makes him functional. Natasha headed back to bed after eating a bite of his pancake.

He can see she’s trying so hard to be normal, but he can see the cracks.

The way she flinched when Steve put he bowl on the table, the way she watched all the exits as the others entered. It must be exhausting in her brain right now.

Sleep is a reprieve, and he knows he needs to watch over her. For nothing other than she knows that he is her eyes when she can’t be.

He doesn’t think that he’s slept more than three hours a night in the last month and running on empty doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling of fatigue he feels.

He can’t be away from her.

He feels obligated to helping, fixing this. It’s partially his fault anyway.

He just feels like he needs to go away for a little while, from this life, this world.

Instead he shuts off the shower and gets changed.

“I need help.”

Tony turns to face Clint.

“She’s asleep,” he says.

It’s not even a question Tony had thought to ask.

“I’m worried that if I’m not with her, something bad will happen,” he tells him.

“Like what?” Tony asks slowly.

Clint is quiet, “I don’t know, something… anything.”

Tony’s heart sinks a little; “you think she’ll hurt herself?”

Walking forward, Clint approaches his workbench, picking up a screwdriver and twirling it unconsciously.

“Or that something will happen to her.”

“Dreykov,” Tony concludes.

Clint nods.

“He’s not dead. I know it. I think he’ll come for her. Can you find him? Track him maybe?”

Clint sits with a thud.

“What do you need?”

He shrugs.

“Sleep?” It’s said in jest but Tony knows it’s an honest answer.

“Okay, how about you rest over there,” he points to the bed Pepper set up years ago, “and I’ll start searching.”

Clint looks to the door.

“She’ll be fine,” he assures.

“I’ll send Steve with the cat, and Jarvis can tell us when she starts to stir, her heart rate usually changes when she starts to wake up.”

Clint almost laughs at that, that Tony has been monitoring her as much as he has… just from afar.

He looks to the bed again, the appeal of it clear.

“Okay,” he concedes, “okay, but you’ll wake me?”

Tony pulls up the schematics of planes into an out of Russia, and turns his back on Clint.

“Sleep.”

Liho steps on the bed making a cat noise loud enough to wake Natasha.

To Liho’s surprise she’s forcibly removed, a growl and surprised ‘mrrrp’ leaves her mouth as she stares disgruntled at the blonde man that’s taken her from the warmth.

“Leave her,” comes Natasha’s voice, and she’s placed back on the bed, following her voice and like she’s always done, she knocks heads with her and curls near her head.

“What’s the time?”

Steve’s low voice answers and she realizes Clint isn’t with her again. Her heart drops a little.

“Where’s Clint?”

Maybe he’s just gone out for a minute, but when Steve replies he’s with Tony, she knows he’s avoiding her again.

“Can you get him for me?”

She doesn’t even hear him leave, and she knows she could ask Jarvis but the truth is she wants him out of her room.

She wants to cry alone.

Light sleeping has always been a skill of Clint’s; ever since he knew he had to pay attention to when his father was home, or look into sniper scopes for hours; he’s always been able to wake up quickly and be alert to his surroundings.

He awakens but doesn’t move, only when Steve enters, he sits up and looks around.

Tony looks guiltily at him, and he knows something has happened.

He stands quickly, looking to each of them.

“What?” he questions.

“Good news or bad news?”

Tony looks worried, “Dreykov is in the states.”

Clint clenches his teeth, breathing through his nose.

“And?”

“And he’s meeting with Ross.”

Steve crosses his arms across his body.

“What can we do?”

“Kill him,” Clint mutters, thinking of all the ways he can take him out.

There’s a break.

“He’s here for her isn’t he?”

Dread fills Tony, and Clint backs to the door.

“Natasha asked for you,” Steve tells Clint, giving him the easy option to leave.

“Clint wait.”

He turns his back to his friends.

“Don’t do anything dumb just yet, let us see what we can figure out, and then we can do it together, whatever it needs to be.”

Steve’s words are tokenistic at best. Placating at worst.

Leaving the room, he feels his phone buzz.

Tony has sent him the coordinates.

By the time Clint arrives at her room, her eyes are dry.

She’s composed and sitting with Liho in her lap. She’s so tired of feeling so out of it, so disconnected and dissociated from life.

Everything feels hard, but it’s not like it was before, she can do this. She can be a part of the world.

“Hey,” he opens, sitting on the bed.

“Hey.”

He looks to his feet and she knows.

“What?”

Her stomach drops as he doesn’t make eye contact but hands her his phone.

There’s coordinates.

“Who?”

But she knows.

He doesn’t need to say it. It’s been the elephant in the room since she got back.

Her protector, the fear of losing her to not only her own mind but to someone else’s, her greatest fear that was realised, and now likely need to be alive again feeling like a sisyphean task.

“Confirmed?” she asks.

He nods.

“Tony found him.”

Then quieter.

“How is he not dead?”

Liho moves, stretches and then curls back in on herself, unaware of the angst settling in the room.

“What do you want to do?

Natasha stands up, holds her hand out for him to take, and leads him to the bathroom.

“No big decisions right now, we know what we’re going to, right?”

He nods, taking his tshirt off as she strips too.

“Wash my hair?” she asks, stepping under the spray.

He remembers his promise, and smiles.

“Of course.”

Dreykov leaves the secretaries office, purpose in his step as two widows trail behind him. Ross was a bastard, looking to American interests and they knew it. What he wasn’t expecting was for him to give Natasha back so easily.

Not through official channels of course, but the ease in which information was exchanged.

He smiles as he boards the plane.

Not long now.

Night falls, the day long and few words spoken.

“Will you be able to sleep?”

Clint traces patterns on her hand, his eyes tired as she pulls herself closer to him. He accepts her in his arms and feels for the first time the closeness he’s been missing.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he confesses, kissing her head.

“I’ve missed me too.”

She sighs, “when will this be over? I feel like I can’t process anything, do anything, because this still isn’t over. I want to go to Tokyo, or the beach, or anywhere that doesn’t have a medical facility attached. I don’t want to be in the same country as that man, the same world, universe even.”

Clint nods.

“We should call Thor.”

She scoffs at that.

“If they find me, and take me, you’ll do it won’t you?”

She knows what she’s asking of him, but she knows she can’t do it again. Last time she wanted to live, but there’s no way she would survive again.

“If they take me, I think I’ll be gone forever.”

It’s a melancholic statement and he doesn’t accept it.

“Always something with you, isn’t there?”

They both smile at the old joke, and slowly the night burns away as finally they talk. The debrief a long time coming. Natasha listens to Clint's heart rate slow, both drifting to sleep.

#whumptober2022 #no.20 #it’s been a long day #marvel fic #whump fic #natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #my fic #hawkeye #tony stark #natasha romanoff fic #clintasha fanfiction #Steve rogers fic #tony stark fic #Steve Rogers #red room #general dreykov

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The "Arcs" of Safe Heaven

AKA what I've thus far decided would be how the story is written out! Arcs would be longer than the intermissions, tho the prologue and epilogue could be as long as the arcs proper, or at least longer than intermissions? We'd just have to see.

Prologue: Before the Fall (Opens on Agatha's death on earth, a little gruesome but has her wanting to not die despite it all etc. She ends up in heaven, we get to see it's a pretty good place overall. Basically goes over her year in heaven and how she ends up getting on Umbra's bad side, the subsequent trial, and her fall. Ends on Dawn and Eden finding her)

Act 1: Pride (Agatha is taken to Safe Haven for the first time and told how it works, as the twins nurse her back to health. She learns that Lucifer himself comes to see how it's going once a month and decides she's going to help them make their dream a reality. Upon recovery, she starts trying to recruit people to Safe Haven, to live in peace with them all. She's able to get Abel's attention and, from there, Dollie and Zoey follow after. Lucifer comes on his monthly visit and actually seems impressed -- turns out it's been a few years since the start and this growth has never been seen before. He says he'll throw a little weight around to assist, since they made it this far.)

Intermission 1: Princes of Sin (Lucifer calls a meeting between the Princes of Sin [leaders of the City] and discusses the fact that before he didn't care if they fended off Eden and Dawn... But now, they should allow them to at least try. Test them, if you will. Hell politics yaaaay)

Act 2: Sloth (Eden, Dawn, and co decide to tackle Sloth first, as they believe it won't be too hard to convince them that Safe Haven fits right in with what they want... If they leave out the fact everyone is supposed to help each other out around there. With a little bit of schmoozing and lying, they're able to get Belphegor and his left and right hands to agree to open things up to Safe Haven. They gain their first non-main cast guest from this.)

Intermission 2: Settling In (Would basically focus on this first non-main cast guest settling in and getting to know the main cast better. Would start to hint at redemption being possible, as they choose to start changing for the better)

Act 3: Envy (Envy is their next target, due to their smaller size. Leviathan and those under him prove to be a lot less willing to work things out at first, and so the main cast turns to the general populace. They basically play on their envy talking about how much better life is in Safe Haven. The non-main cast guest is integral to this, showing how much better it is. Eventually they get their way, just so they get away from Envy. An important antagonist for the next arc joins Safe Haven)

Intermission 3: Risk and Rewards (On their way back to Safe Haven, Abel gets murked by some demons. This is bad, because his pride has grown tendfold since he first died and he WILL respawn in front of Lucifer himself. This goes better than expected)

Act 4: Lust (Lust is their next target and Asmodeus is actually open to them proving themselves. They have to earn his Right and Left Hand's favor without falling to the temptation of lust themselves. Simple, only lust is a very strong thing sometimes. Zoey gets into a mess, but it's okay because they're ready for it and it gets Scotty's favor long enough to get what they need. Twilight is harder, but when the antagonist from last arc reveals their history with her and attacks her, the group is able to win her over. Their first guest dies saving Twilight and is redeemed, but they gain three or four for the lost two so it's alright.)

Intermission 4: Who Art in Heaven (We see the character redeemed and the panic it causes for parts of heaven. Namely Umbra and Justitia. Adam is actually quite excited. Dahlia, who would be mentioned here and there before this, is also introduced)

Act 5: Wrath (This is where things get REALLY hard for our crew. Satan, as it turns out, is a bit more favorable of God and heaven than the others. This leads to straight up fighting with Wrath and a bit of a territory war. Daddy dearest COULD help... but nah. He'll just watch, thanks asshole. It's fine... Dawn and Eden are able to use their wits to win in the end and Satan has no choice but to allow them to recruit. More guests for Safe Haven GET.)

Intermission 5: A Court Case in Heaven (Heaven wants Eden and Dawn to explain themselves BIG TIME. But they have the best lawyers hell can provide on their side -- Lilith and Eve. Agatha also goes with and reunites with Dahlia... The tensions are as high as you would expect)

Act 6: Gluttony (To indulge to the point of self-destruction is the fun of it. That's what they learn is the way of Gluttony very quickly. Everyone at Safe Haven now have to come up with a plan to make Safe Haven seem like that kind of indulgence, while skirting self-destruction just enough to not. Y'know, implode in on themselves. Beelzebub and his guys seem to find this very funny -- enough they eventually give in just to see how fast things crash and burn when any and all sinners and hellborn can join up and cause havoc. Especially when heaven's knocking at their door.)

Intermission 6: Redemption, Redemption, Redemption (Without even meaning to, the twins seem to be redeeming a lot of souls. Mostly ones who were hurt themselves in life and, say, ended up there due to addiction or killing their abuser. Things one could easily argue aren't something that should land one in hell just because they didn't regret it. This is not a good thing for them in the long run.)

Act 7: Greed (Getting Mammon to agree is simple. Pay him enough and they can do whatever they want! Yeah... So it becomes a big scheme to make as much money as fast as possible. This goes about as well as one would expect -- think Ed Edd n Eddy as far as how it goes at first. FINALLY Lucifer steps in to give them just a little bit of help. Thanks asshole.

Intermission 7: Declaration of War (Heaven, tired of all these guys popping up and causing chaos... Decide it's time to declare war on hell. No more simple raids -- all-out war. Lucifer gathers the sins and the choice is made -- they have to fight, even those who don't want to (Satan and co).

Act 8: War with Heaven (It's time for the actual war. It's a struggle back and forth, ending with the defeat of Umbra and Justitia calling troops back to save the dark angel. Adam through this has his eyes opened to the ignorance god and co were happy to fill him with and he gets to recoline with Lilith and Eve both. Redemption of Sinners is possible, BUT they have to argue for the right to redeem them before doing it. They can't be having serial murderers or something showing up at the pearly gates, after all. Basically a treaty is drawn up and things seem okay after a lot of strife yippee!!)

Epilogue: From Then On... (Just a lil flash forward of how things are going. Eden and Dawn are really good at arguing for sinners to the point where it's like. OKAY WE GET IT. THEY KILLED THEIR ABUSIVE SPOUSE AND ONLY THEM FINE THEY CAN COME IN. We get to see some draw backs to the main cast with this treaty and deal in action but overall it's pretty good. Yep yep.)

#hazbin hotel rewrite #helluva boss rewrite #safe heaven lore post #this took forever to write up hope yall enjoy bwuh

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Why did you elbow me? 98

Achilles Castle part 3

Alexis: pov Kate replies I just don't feel good. I tell her well we didn't eat breakfast could that be it, or is it a headache. She says that's not it, her heart feels funny. I'm starting to freak out a little since her ampstrip is going off, I tell Dave to go ask the receptionist to get a nurse or Dr. I ask her what type of funny. Is it arrhythmia or something else. She says arrhythmia and it's starting to hurt and I feel faint. That's when It dawns on her that she forgot to take her medicine in the rush to get out of the house.

Dave: pov excuse me but can I get a Dr or nurse my Girlfriends mother is not feeling good she has a heart condition.

Receptionist Tina: pov I will go get a nurse or Dr. I page up to the cardiology ward to see if we could get a Dr down to look at her.

Dr: Crane I head to the surgery waiting room. Tina from reception said a patient's family member wasn't feeling well and could I take a look to make sure they were okay since they have a heart condition. Having a loved one needing surgery is hard. I rush downstairs, In the surgery waiting room I notice the woman named Kate who Tina points out, she mentions the young girl is the woman's daughter and the boy is the daughter's boyfriend.

Alexis: pov a Dr shows up with a nurse and asks if everything is okay. I say my stepmom isn't feeling well. Dr Crane mentions he was told she has a heart condition. I say yes. She forgot to take her meds this morning, it was a rush to get out of the house and dad to the Er.

Dr: Crane I tell Suzanne the nurse she doesn't look too good, kind of looks faint to me. I ask Kate what type of heart condition she has.

Alexis: pov ventricular tachycardia. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at us. A few people look concerned.

Dr: Crane: pov I would like to listen to her heart. Can your stepmom lift up her shirt a little so I can take a listen. I'm sending nurse Suzanne to get some heart meds.

Alexis: pov I help Kate lift her shirt up enough so the Dr could listen to her heart. He notices her massive scar and asks if she has had surgery before. I say yes, emergency heart surgery. I also explain how she was recently injured while undercover.

Nurse Suzanne: pov i'm inserting an IV so she can be given some heart meds, they might make her sleepy since these are a strong dose.

Dr Crane: pov I'm concerned with her having previous heart surgery. Wow, her heart is beating very fast. I decided to listen to her lungs, I'm concerned because she isn't breathing right.

Kate: pov I feel awful, i'm dizzy and everything is pounding, I let Alexis do the talking for me.

Dr: Crane: pov that's some serious arrhythmia. How long has she had it for?

Alexis: pov Kate has had it for a few years, she got shot at a funeral.

Nurse Suzanne: pov did you say a funeral.

Kate: pov yes she did, it was my Captain's funeral. I'm a homicide captain out of the 12th precinct, I was a detective at the time.

Dr Crane: pov where exactly were you shot and was your heart condition a complication of the shooting.

Kate: pov sort of I was shot on the left side of my chest, I had severe chest trauma requiring emergency heart surgery. The bullet nicked my left pulmonary vein and left ventricle. They had to use the internal paddles on me and manually massage my heart. I suffered cardiac arrest and even flatlined.

Dr Crane: pov I send nurse Suzanne to go get some oxygen because I don't like how Kate is breathing right now. Since you have had previous heart surgery to be on the safe side I would like to run some tests. What are your symptoms?

Kate: pov I'm dizzy, feel faint and everything is pounding.

Dr Crane: pov Alexis mentions how Kate recently suffered a concussion and a severe vfib episode. Nurse Suzanne is back with the oxygen and a wheelchair so she can be moved to an exam room. I ask Alexis if Kate was placed on a heart rate restriction after she was injured, she says yes. Alexis also mentions Kate has PTSD. I ask if she is still on the heart rate restriction. She says yes. Alexis explains the rest of Kate's medical history to me.

Dave: pov I ask Alexis if she wants me to stay here in the surgery waiting room or follow them and the Dr to the exam room they are taking Kate to. She says follow us this is too much for me to handle alone. We walk down a short hallway and turn right into the exam room. The walls are a soft yellow color.

Alexis: pov since Dad is in surgery and Lanie isn't here, in case of an emergency I might have to make decisions for Kate and that is a very scary thought to think about. I'm trying to fill out some forms for Kate.

Esposito: pov I managed to get a hold of his brother named Ben who is coming down to the precinct so I can talk to him both of their parents are deceased.

Ryan: pov after looking over financials I have found nothing strange I'm now looking over his social media accounts I have found nothing so far that will help us with this case.

nurse Suzanne: pov we are now in an exam room. The Dr and Alexis are helping Kate onto the exam table. The oxygen seems to be helping. Let's hope the heart meds kick in. I put a pulse ox-meter on her finger, while he unbuttoned her shirt. Dr Crane hooks her up to a heart monitor. An ultrasound machine is being brought over for Kate. He checks her blood pressure, other vitals and draws some blood for testing.To be continued. ………..

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yuuyuu2 · 2 years

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JJH Fic Recs

main acc: @yunojeyes

Masterlist for fic recs: here

- Die For You @ppangjae

| genre: fluff, angst, f2l!au, hanahaki disease |

Jaehyun swore to never fall in love again after five unrequited crushes. But when all of his best friends get married and leave him behind, he might just break his oath. He just hopes that this time around, it’s not another unrequited love because he’s tired of throwing up flower petals.

- Midnight Shift @sehunniepotwrites

| genre: Hospital!Au, New Year’s Eve!Au, fluff, comedy

Working as a pediatric nurse in a busy hospital has both its pros and cons. Your dreams of ringing in the new year at a lavish party with a boy to kiss were ruined by the night shift but at least you had Dr. Jeong to keep you company when the clock strikes twelve.

- Feelings @ppangjae

| genre: fluff, slight angst, f2l!au, fake dating!au |

Jaehyun is just trying to help you meet new people and fall in love, but he didn’t quite think too far when he finds himself falling in love with you.

- A Lover's Fate (M) @jaevelina

| genre: Enemies2Lovers, CEO!Au, Arranged Marriage, Smut |

- Ordinary People @ppangjae

| genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, fake dating!au, friends to lovers!au, ceo!jaehyun |

Jaehyun’s parents are coming home for Christmas and he may have made the biggest mistake of telling them he has a ‘girlfriend’. Insert you, his best friend, who so happens to be the only girl he knows and trusts. You, on the other hand, would have never expected Jaehyun to show up at your door at two in the morning with nothing but a proposition; to be his fake girlfriend. And man, are you in big trouble.

- I Like Me Better (When I'm With You) (M) @tyonfs

| genre: Friends2Enemies2Lovers, College!Au, Sports, FWB, Smut, Crack, Fluff |

There was no one else on the planet that made your blood boil like jeong jaehyun did. You never thought your feelings toward him were anything past pure hatred, but when you were lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you couldn’t help but think that maybe a part of you didn’t completely hate his guts.

-All I Wanted (M) @yutaholic

| genre: angst, smut, happy ending |

A year has passed since you last saw your best friend, Jaehyun, but the man who returns is not the boy you once knew and loved. Jaehyun will barely speak to you and you don’t know why, but you both may be exactly what the other needs to mend your broken hearts.

- Beyond The Palace Walls @prettywordsyouleft

| genre: Royal!Au, Fluff, Adventure, Self-growth, Series |

Your father, the King, had always been highly protective of you. Nothing was to ever affect your life growing up, not even the common cold was allowed to greet you in the midst of the coldest winter. You loved your Father, you really did. You were his world but your own was too limited. Now as a young adult embarking on a journey to find who you were, it was very clear your path was blocked from all sides.

- Planet Girl @ppangjae When Jaehyun turned twenty-one, he started to hear his soulmate’s voice singing an unfamiliar song in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Now what?

| genre: series, soulmate au, cinderella au, cupid reader, college au, fluff, angst |

- Dusk Till Dawn @iridesuhnce

| genre: Mafia!Au, Slight Angst, Fluff, Series |

After finding out that her entire family syndicate has been practically eradicated by a new, rising enemy, and that she is one of the only two survivors, Y/N is left with the responsibility and the legacy of the company hanging heavy on her shoulders. With the persuasions of an old friend, the charm of a new ally and a captivation with an enigmatic assassin, she joins the notorious group ‘U’ in a hope to restore her family’s dignity, and to squash the new opposition before they can bring the same fate to any other organisation in South Korea

- Error 404 (series) @ppangjae

| genre: college!au, e2l!au, fluff |

You’d be considered lucky to have computer science genius Jeong Jaehyun as your TA, but not for academic reasons.

- Hello Again, My Sunshine @alluringjae

| genre: romance, angst, fluff | high school reunion!au, business lawyer!jaehyun, fashion designer!reader, high school best friends to strangers to lovers!au |

There’s no more running away when you’re thriving in the fashion industry, yet it’s exactly what you want to do when you encounter your first love after a decade in your high school reunion.

- Winter Bird (M) @yutaholic

| genre: exes to lovers, angst, fluff, smut |

The time has come for your family’s annual vacation. You’ve convinced Jaehyun to accompany you, though you broke up months ago, and pretend to be a happy couple to appease your overbearing mother. But things take a turn when you and Jaehyun are the first and only ones to arrive at the retreat.

- June 24th @ppangjae

| genre: fluff, soulmate au |

Some share the same tattoos with their soulmate. Others have countdowns embedded in their skin, counting down the days left until they meet their soulmate. But you? You’ve stopped aging since you turned eighteen. You’re twenty-three now and on one fine day, fate decides to have you wake up and live that same day; the same 24 hours until you meet your soulmate.

Stuck With You @jae-canikeepyou

| genre: fluff |

Jaehyun and his friends plays the game again; that if one of them receives the lowest semester grade, the others will choose a girl for him to hang out with. however this time though, they stepped up, as it will be at the newly opened carnival for the whole day, handcuffed with you.

#jung jaehyun #nct au #nct fic #nct fic recs #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 #Jaehyun x reader #nct u #nct fluff #nct angst

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i-spaced-sorry · 2 years

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Hi ☺️ Could i request a Connor Rhodes imagine where the reader is his ex and also a nurse at the med. One time you get in a terrible car crash and get to the ER where Connor gets called to save you. You nearly die during the surgery but he saves you and stays with you all the time till you wake up. Then he keeps caring for you during your whole recovery and you slowly start getting your old feelings back, so you decide on a second chance. Hope this is ok ❤️

My first ask on this side blog! Thank you for the imagine and I hope I did it alright!

Connor Rhodes x Reader Warnings: Car Accident and injuries

Making left turns always spiked your anxiety. Ever since you got into that car crash 3 years ago, you couldn’t bear making your own left turns while driving or being in the car when someone else made left turns. You always wanted there to be a traffic light to be present and for there to be a green arrow, allowing you to have the right of way.

So when your best friend Alex invited you out for girls night and offered to drive, you were excited but also scared for how the night would go. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust your friend. Alex always proved to be a good driver, it was just she had a lead foot and didn’t always take into account your driving anxiety.

“Alex, why can’t we just go up one street? I know there is a traffic light there!” you stated as you watched your friend merge into the left turn lane.

“Y/N, if we want to get to Molly’s it will be faster if we turn here! If I go up a street then we have to make another turn later and this is faster!” countered Alex, while she flipped her turn signal on and inched the car past the white line a bit.

All you could do was hold onto the passenger door and brace for impact (it was an unconscious reaction you had started doing after the accident. When someone asked you why your reason was always the same, ‘I’m scared Karma is going to come back and injure me for the fact that I walked away scrape free from the last accident’)

Alex began to drive out into the intersection and was about to make the turn when you screamed and everything went black.

“Car accident victim, a 22 year old female, was on the passenger side where the car was hit. Arm is broken and we had to intubate on the way here. She hasn’t regained consciousness,” called out the paramedic, while pulling the gurney that had you laid out on it, through the ED of Chicago Med.

“Baghdad,” called Maggie looking at the gurney and realizing it was you.

“Connor you’ll be assigned to this case and Ethan you’ll take the other victim when they come in”

Connor walked into the treatment room and stared for a second. He couldn’t believe you were unconscious from a car crash. When the two of you were dating, you had gone to great lengths to let him know of your anxiety towards driving and he was the first person you told about your whole Karma idea.

Quickly he snapped out of it and ran over to the other side of the bed,

“We lift on my count” he stated while transitioning back into doctor mode.

1 Week Later

The first thing you heard when coming back to the land of the living was the sound of a machine. Opening your eyes you felt something gaging you and you reached up to grab at it.

“Y/N! You had to be put on a vent, leave it alone, we’ll take it out soon” jumped Connor as he placed his hand over yours and moved them away from the tube.

After you're more awake they take the tube out and Connor hands you a cup of water.

“Connor, what happened?” you ask after taking a couple of sips.

“Y/N, you were in a car accident. We almost lost you during surgery. You have a broken leg and a broken arm. Your ribs were fractured and you have a concussion. You’ve been unconscious for a week” he explained.

Taking everything in, it dawned on you that you weren’t alone and you exclaimed, “Alex! Omygod! She was driving, is she okay?”

Connor could see that your heart rate was going up and it was getting harder for you to breathe.

“Y/N, calm down, Alex is fine! She walked away with less injuries than you. She had a concussion and just needed a few stitches and had to get treated for some whiplash, but other than that, she is fine”

Connor could see you visibly relax and he watched as your heart rate and oxygen levels evened out accordingly.

“Connor, can I ask you something?”

“Anything Y/N”

“Why are you still here? I get you’re my doctor and all, but like why haven’t you gone home.”

“Y/N, I saw you on that gurney last week and lost it. I can’t lose you”

“Connor, we broke up, remember? You said in your - you began to intimidate him at this point - professional opinion, it seemed that I needed to work on myself and mental health before you could continue to date me”

“Y/N, I know I said that, but I still care about you, I never stopped caring! I just didn’t think it was a good idea to be dating. And I was not about to be friends with benefits. You know how much I hate that!”

“Oh” was all you could mutter.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way during your recovery, I promise!”

“I’d like that!” you responded with a smile.

#connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes #connor rhodes imagine #chicago med #chicago med x reader

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drwcn · 3 years

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I loved your fem lwj take on things. How would thibgs go if WWX was the lady? Other than ppl assuming she stood up for the Wens bcs she jad feelings for WN ( and that Yuan was hers)

Heyyy friend, I think I’ve seen a couple of girl!wwx fics floating around in ao3 so i certainly won’t be the first :P.

Also I completely misread your ask initially, I thought you were asking me what I think would happen if A-Yuan was WWX’s kid, and I was like oh?? But then I realize wait... I can make it worse.

Today, I decided that my mortal soul doesn’t matter, so here we go. Let’s see how accursed I can make this idea:

[1]

It started with Jiang Cheng. Jiang Wanyin had set out for the Burial Mount with the explicit goal of throttling speaking with Wei Wuxian, but what greeted him at the entrance of the “Demon Subduing Palace” — more of a cave than anything really — was not his martial sister, but Wen Ning. Well, what had once been Wen Ning.

Black veins ran across his pale, ashen face, down his equally ashen neck , and into the major veins beneath his clavicles covered by the collars of his black threadbare robes. Lifeless eyes, white as his skin, stared into a void the living could not see. There were talismans littering his body, and Jiang Cheng knew that when he spoke to this fierce corpse, he was not speaking to the young Wen boy, but to his mistress who controlled him with her demonic cultivation.

Wei Wuxian refused to face him. Refused him explanation. Refused him closure.

“Er-jie!” Jiang Cheng screamed into the stony expressionless face of Wen Qionglin. “If you continue to protect them, then I can’t protect you!!”

There was no response.

Suddenly, just as Jiang Cheng was about to kick and fight his way into the cave, Wen Ning thrusted out his right fist, and in his grasp was a piece of purple silk. Jiang Cheng unfolded the silk, vaguely recognizing that it had been cut from someone’s robe, and saw what was wrapped within was a slip of parchment.

割袍断义*, the paper read. Tell the world that I, Wei Wuxian, first disciple of Yunmeng Jiang has forever defected (Note: 割袍断义- to rip one's robe as a sign of repudiating a sworn brotherhood (idiom)).

With this, there was nothing left to say. Hurt and furious, Jiang Wanyin threw the piece of parchment onto the dirt ground, grinded his heel down on it, and left the Burial Mount without ever having drawn Sandu.

Inside the cave, Wen Qing held Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Why won’t you just tell him? He’s your brother; he can help you, you can —”

Wei Wuxian’s mile long stare seemed to be gazing at something — someone — very far away. Slowly, she placed her other palm over her belly, which horrifically was already starting to round out. “Nobody can help me now, Qing-jie.”

“I can,” said Wen Qing, blunt as ever. “I can make it go away, if you want.”

“No.” A droplet of tear escaped pass long lashes. “No.”

[2]

It continued with Jiang Cheng.

On a snowy night, the first winter after Wei Wuxian escaped with the Wen remnants to the Burial Mount, Jiang Cheng was rudely awakened from his slumber by a less-than-stealthy intruder breaking and entering into his bed chamber.

Zidian whipped through the air, lighting the room with her eerie violet glow, before the intruder could think to take one more step. It was a man, judging from his silhouette colliding against the wall and the pained groan he made in response. The very next second, the tail of Zidian coiled tightly around his neck and dragged him across the floor towards beneath Jiang Cheng’s waiting foot.

The Sect Master of Yunmeng Jiang summoned Sandu, ready to deliver the final strike, but just as his blade sailed towards the intruder’s chest, a pale arm jutted upwards, blocking Sandu’s descent and revealing a pale hand holding a … a...

Even in the dark, Jiang Cheng immediately recognized the mahogany comb.

“Jiang — ! Zongzhu —!” The man croaked out urgently, throat still stomped on by Jiang Cheng’s foot. It was - it was Wen Ning?!

Jiang Cheng looked him over. He was pale, yes, but his eyes appeared human. His hair was brushed and haphazardly done up in a farmer’s top knot. He was wearing farmer’s clothing too, probably more inconspicuous for travel than his Ghost General getup.

“Jiang-zongzhu! P—please!!”

No, impossible.

“Wei — Wei-guniang—”

Jiang Cheng lifted his foot and dragged Wen Ning up in a split second. “What’s wrong with Wei Wuxian?!” Wen Ning coughed and shook his head desperately. “No time to explain. My sister asked me to fetch you. Please, you have to come! Wei-guniang’s life is in danger! If you won’t come, I’ll...I’ll have to go to Gusu, and I don’t know if - if -”

Jiang Cheng followed Wen Ning.

For speed, they travelled by sword, but even so, dawn was breaking by the time they arrived. The crowd of Burial Mount’s villagers huddling anxiously outside of the Demon Subduing Palace parted for them upon their arrival. Jiang Cheng took a moment to gather himself and square his shoulders. Whatever it was; he was ready.

He was wrong. None of the dozens of scenario he had agonized over on the flight here could have prepared him for what awaited him inside.

Wen Qing, pale and drenched in sweat, was near complete spiritual collapse, and without Wen Qing’s spiritual energy sustaining her, the single tenuous thread by which Wei Wuxian’s life hung on would have undoubtedly snapped under the toil and devastation her body had been put through.

There was so much blood, so, so much blood everywhere, and amidst the blood, there was a baby.

Fuck.

Jiang Cheng transfused his sister half of his total spiritual reserve over the course of a day, while an exhausted but unrelenting Wen Qing worked diligently under blood-soaked sheets.

Then at dusk, when the storm finally passed, Jiang Cheng sat at the mouth of the cave with a tiny, perfect little human — a girl, a niece! — in his arms and cursed Lan Wangji’s name.

Wen Qing was extremely clear with them: 孩子要是留在这里，养不活。

If the newborn was left to be raised at the Burial Mount, she would not live. And so, because parting was inevitable from the start, Wei Wuxian adamantly refused to hold or nurse the child. Her child.

I can’t. If I do, I won’t be able to let her go. Those dark eyes burned with more than just the delirium of her childbed fever. For once, Jiang Cheng could not find it in himself to argue.

Thus, he took his niece home and named her Jiang Yan 江曕. The name was not his doing. His foolish, misguided, stubborn sister had stroked her daughter’s soft, baby cheek and whispered it to her as a farewell gift.

Yan - to be bathed in daylight. In the end, when given a choice, Wei Wuxian still opted for her child to walk on broad sunny road.

It made Jiang Cheng wonder why, then, she would choose the dark twisted path for herself instead.

[3]

It ended with Jiang Cheng.

The truth was simple: Jiang Wanyin killed his shijie Wei Wuxian. He did. He meant to.

He killed her. But that did not mean he wanted her dead.

In one day, he had lost both of his sisters, leaving two orphans in their wake. Jiang Cheng could not ignore the cruel irony of their fate: one’s father murdered by his aunt, and other’s mother murdered by her uncle.

This was the kind of tragedy fairytales were made of, and if there were anything left in him to shed tears over it, he would. Standing amongst Nevernight’s carnage, he could not dredge up even a single drop of tear.

Jiang Cheng didn’t know how he could return home to Lotus Pier to face that cherub face, always so happy, so sweet, so utterly untainted by the world. She had her mother’s smile. Yan'er was starting to learn how to speak. Her first words were da-da.

Da-da. Die-die. Father.

He was standing beside her father now.

Lan Wangji. Devastated. Destroyed. …Deceived.

Jiang Cheng hated him so much, so fucking much that for one insane second, he thought about telling Lan Wangji the truth just to see what would happen. Maybe he would run Jiang Cheng through with his Bichen - that would be a relief now, wouldn’t it? - or maybe he would jump after Wei Wuxian.

Truly, if he knew, he would. Jump, that is. Jiang Cheng was almost entirely sure. Oh the utter melodrama that would inspire indeed!

But then...

Wei Ying birthed you a daughter, a lovely, perfect, blessed little girl, and she carried that secret to her grave. I may be damned by my actions, but you, who have done nothing for her and taken everything, why should you deserve something as sacred as the truth?

Jiang Cheng turned away.

He was acutely aware that one day Jiang Yan may very well be the literal death of him. After all — 杀母之仇不共戴天 — one cannot tolerate living under the same sky as the murderer of one’s mother.

Be that as it may, he would raise Jiang Yan well, just as he promised. Unlike his sister, he would not break his word. Jiang Yan was of Lotus Pier, of Yunmeng, like her mother and grandfather before her. That for him, was enough.

Jiang Cheng clutched Sandu and gripped Zidian. Whatever his fate, he already made peace with it, and the rest was inconsequential.

One day, he may die, but today he lives, and so as long as he lives, Jiang Yan and all of Yunmeng Jiang will be protected . So as long as he lives, they will flourish.

[...and in between]

On the streets of Yiling, Lan Wangji tilted his head inquisitively at Wei Wuxian and the little boy at her side and asked, “This child, he...”

In response, Wei Wuxian patted her chest in a self-declarative kind of way and announced, “Oh this child, I birthed him!”

He stared at her in shell-shocked silence, his mind racing with panicked thoughts of but that’s impossible — that was just once — even if — the boy is too old to be —

“怎么，蓝湛，不要我们娘儿俩了？” What, Lan Zhan, you don’t want the child and I?

“Wei— Wei Ying—”

Then of course, she had laughed, and Lan Wangji thought no more of it.

Just a joke. A silly joke.

In time, he would come to realize his mistake.

~~~

[A/N]: I’m not even a little bit sorry.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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Hello, how are you today? Remember to drink water if you haven’t already! 💛

if you are okay with it and feel comfortable writing it. (also no rush at all, I get it’s exams week and stuff) but could I request some fluff head cannons with Hitoshi Shinso and Shoto Todoroki (separately) with an s/o who is sick with like a stomach virus or food poisoning. Them maybe comforting the s/o or something? Idk, you do whatever you feel best.

I’m sick right now and currently feel like trash so some fluff would be nice. Also, just love your writing!! 💞 hope you have a good day/night

their s/o contracted a stomach virus

character(s) : todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, comfort (x reader)

note(s) : ahh i know what that feels like and thats why i avoid eating out alot, since my stomach starts aching really quickly, even if i JUST ate :( anyways, thank you for waiting! the last week of school was really busy for me today, i spent the entire day filming my project 💀 also, theres not that many nuances here, so i hope that’s okay

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todoroki shouto

i can’t really say that shouto would know what to do at first, since shouto almost never gets sick

maybe a few times during his childhood, and during that ONE occasion when he was 12, he tried making soba— when he didn’t know how to

besides the point, man stays healthy; in topic condition. it’s important, if you’re training to be a hero.

so, when he finds out that you contracted a stomach virus / food poisoning, he doesn’t exactly know what to do

sure yeah, he could visit you for emotional support— but he wants to help you feel better.

it wasn’t like period cramps (if you get those)— he has heard that heat can help you cope with those, and he could always help with his left side

in actuality, food poisoning / stomach viruses are nowhere near that💀

you were nauseous, practically camping in the bathroom— since whenever you’d try to get up, and do your tasks for the day

you’d feel a sense of dread in your stomach, and you’d bolt back to the bathroom.

really, shouto hates seeing you like that, looking like death knocked on your window that very morning— skin burning to the touch, even though you felt cold

so, what does shouto do? he goes to fuyumi— since she has helped natsuo get over a case of food poisoning on two separate occasions.

she, luckily has all the remedies available, but still recommends that he should take you to a doctor, if you don’t feel any better.

he returns with water, and an electrolyte solution— and helps you take them, even going far as to fetching a straw for you

holds your hair back when you need to puke, if you have short hair— he’ll make sure to remove everything that’s obstructing your way

carries you back to bed, since you can’t walk without being nauseous. but, if you want to stay in the bathroom, he doesn’t mind

he’ll just bring pillows and blankets to the bathroom. an easy fix!

the class notices that shouto’s been in and out throughout the entire day, and they secretly wonder if he’s a part time nurse 💀

shouto disagrees, saying he’s just caring for his sick s/o, and wishes everything for them to be well again (which makes all of them aww)

bonus : bakugou throws a specific broth recipe at shouto, when shouto came to him for a recipe (since you were feeling a bit better, thanks to him)

the blond stating that “if you’re gonna give them broth, make sure you don’t fucking food poison them again. i won’t be responsible if that idiot doesn’t come to school for a month.”

shinsou hitoshi

frowns when he sees that you’re not present at homeroom— let alone when you don’t give him a heads up on your absence.

he doesn’t think too much of it at first, thinking that he’d just visit you during lunch

oh, and speaking of lunch— there was a sudden wave of UA students that contracted food poisoning / stomach viruses, after a substitute cook cooked for yesterday’s lunch

and because of that thought, it suddenly dawned onto him that you might be sick too

when the second period ends, hitoshi excuses himself to the bathroom, and RUNS to the dorms— absolutely worried for you

when he goes to your dorm, his suspicions were proven to be correct.

looking ill is an understatement, you’re half dressed in your uniform, and completely passed out on the floor— skin slick with sweat

“Y/N?” he calls out, absolutely concerned — which is given, considering your state at the moment

“are you sick? what happened?” he nudges you awake, not exactly sure of the severity of your state.

and when you’re awoken from your sleep, you bolt to the bathroom— falling onto the bathroom floor as you throw up

hitoshi stands near the door way, slightly wincing at your gagging— his heart clenches at the sight of your pain

hitoshi, finally deciding to do something, approaches you “it’s okay,” he comforts, his gentle hands brush against your back

and it feels like a while before it finally stops, and he grabs some tissues when you flush the toilet

“on a scale of 1-10, how sick do you feel?”

“12.”

alarmed by your answer, he momentarily leaves to fetch you some water— going as fast as he could

he comes back, and helps you drink water— and he figures that he should help you get into something more comfortable

of course, his thought process is cut off when you start feeling nauseous again— and the idea of brainwashing the pain away comes into his mind

but of course, it doesn’t work that way. because the sickness would come back if he switched off his quirk

after helping you into comfier clothes, this is when he decides to get recovery girl (who has been busy, considering the wave of sick students that were ill)

who, luckily— managed to make some time for you, which he will be grateful for.

will wipe the remains of your throw up off your mouth, the idea of it being gross doesn’t bother him in the slightest

and he’ll clean your mess if you accidentally get some on the floor— yeah. man doesn’t care at all

though he can’t brainwash the pain away, he will brainwash you to sleep, or take the electrolytes prescribed to you if you hate the taste

hitoshi didn’t care that he had aizawa questioning his whereabouts during the second period, since he was doing everything to make you feel better

and he most definitely didn’t mind babying you so,, he’s less than peeved

when you do feel better, he will tease you about how you were relying on him the entire time.

but the insomniac here would do it again in a heartbeat <3

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n1kolaiz · 3 years

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"You want to know what death is? I'll tell you. Death is the loss of life. Despite everything doctors like me attempt... a patient's life can still fall through our fingers. You think death lies in the apex of science? Anyone with such little regard for life will die by my hand."

Character Analysis: Yosano Akiko

Age: 25 || Ability: Thou Shalt Not Die

BSD CHAPTER CHAPTER 65-66 SPOILERS

table of contents:

1. Author counterpart.

2. Yosano's history.

3. 'Angel of Death' defined.

4. Yosano and Atsushi.

YOSANO BRAINROT!*(#&!*@#($

1. Author counterpart.

Having been given the “Sho Ho” at birth, Yosano Akiko’s counterpart—the real-life author—was known for her zealous take on both feminism and pacifism.

Side note: Once again, to avoid confusion, I will use the name Sho Ho in reference to the real-life author, and Yosano in reference to the BSD character.

Sho Ho's writings were pretty much out-of-the-ordinary in her time, and despite being suppressed by the social norms of gender hierarchy, she sought to reform society’s view on the cultural perspectives of women and their sexuality (She expressed her love for a woman in one of her poems, but many still argued on whether she identified herself as queer or not.)

"Thou Shalt Not Die," Yosano's ability, is actually named after one of Sho Ho's most famous, controversial poems. She wrote it for her brother, who was a soldier in the war between Russia and Japan (1904-1905). In her poem, she expressed her general distaste for war and how her brother was a part of it.

O my young brother, I cry for you Don't you understand you must not die! You who were born the last of all Command a special store of parents' love

Would parents place a blade in children's hands

Teaching them to murder other men Teaching them to kill and then to die? Have you so learned and grown to twenty-four?

- excerpt from Sho Ho's poem, "Kimi Shinitamou Koto Nakare"

Her words were blunt enough to inflict guilt on her brother's conscience, as she wasn't afraid to express her disapproval over how her brother took part in the typical violent bloodshed and manslaughter of war. Such opinions perturbed the authorities, and her work was eventually banned from the public for a period of time. Later on, it was used as an anti-war statement.

2. Yosano's history.

Now, as for the character in BSD, Yosano is seen to be generally strong-willed, and later on, we see that she is terrifyingly compassionately ambitious in the way she treats her patients. She treasured life itself, and hated the thought of losing a patient.

Yosano had developed her relations with Mori Ougai back in the Great War, when she was just 11 years old. Her ability was a great benefactor in saving lives. Realistically speaking, she was used for her ability to heal injured soldiers and diminish the effect of any casualty acquired.

Initially, she wasn't aware of this, until one of her close friends pointed it out by subtly accusing Mori of manipulating her to participate in the War under the close-to false pretence of 'saving lives.'

As much as her ability did save lives, it also forced soldiers to return to the frontlines and suffer injuries over and over again. The soldiers were never given the opportunity to return to their families because of her ability. This obliged them to carry on in the war without any excuse, inserting them into a vicious cycle they had no escape out of.

Metaphorically speaking, Yosano's hatred for Mori sort of mirrors Sho Ho's disdain for war and fighting, don't you think? The way Kafka materialised Yosano's past was quite interesting because he used chapters 65 and 66 to explain Yosano's dislike for Mori, reflecting how Sho Ho used her poem to explain why she condemned the idea of war and how her brother was part of it.

Before the effect of her ability was fully understood, however, every soldier praised and thanked her for what an angel she was. One of the soldiers she had befriended and gotten close to even kept a tally of the number of times she had saved him. He was the one who gifted her the butterfly hairpin she wore all the time.

The weight of the truth that her ability was a curse rather than a blessing fully dawned on her when her soldier friend ultimately committed suicide, because the fact of being indefinitely trapped in the throes of war agonised him until his spirit gave out. This drove Yosano to loathe her ability, or rather, how it was used.

In the time she participated in the War, Yosano was given the alias 'angel of death' due to the control she retained over the battlefield, but I thought that perhaps Kafka had a reason behind giving her this title, so I did my research.

3. 'Angel of Death' defined.

Side note: I wouldn't want to disrespect any culture or religion, so if my citations are inaccurate and/or disrespectful, do feel free to correct me/let me know! I did research out of pure curiosity, and I don't intend to twist the significance of any of the interpretations.

I had to grow up learning about the basics of religious stuff, so it's kind of nice to study something out of the box, and very much against my father's rigid belief system :D

ARCHANGEL ARIEL

(archangel: an angel of higher rank)

I came across the few characteristics of angels/goddesses and their roles, and the one which really caught my attention was the female archangel, Ariel, the angel of nature.

[ source ]

In Hebrew, the name Ariel means 'altar' or 'lioness of God,' and her role is to heal. In addition to that, she is also recognised as a helper to another one of the seven main archangels, Raphael, whose role is to provide physical and emotional healing, too.

She is the protecter of the environment and the animals therein, and is bestowed with the duty to oversee the order of heavenly bodies as well as earth's natural resources. She assures the sustenance of food, water, shelter, and supplies of human beings, much like how a nurse is to a patient I suppose.

In relation to Yosano, I think this part is pretty self-explanatory, or perhaps this is blown out of proportion HA, so take this as a suggestion rather than a fact, because I'd like to believe that Kafka had a reason for giving Yosano a title as such.

In the past, I've come across the angel of death only to perceive it as a female grim reaper of some sort, so it was pretty cool to find that the word 'angel' and 'death' made up a title of a someone like Ariel, one of the purest forms of humility and compassion.

GREEK GODDESS PANAKEIA

For my beloved (wannabe/or not) students of Greek mythology (much like myself, let's make a cult!), you've probably heard of Panakeia, the goddess of healing. Medicine finds most of its vital significance in Greek history, and in its mythology, Panakeia is actually known for her ability to heal any kind of sickness.

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Her name means 'panacea,' which is actually defined as a remedy for all diseases. Terminal diseases and injuries lead to death, right? This would bring us back to Yosano's ability to nullify any injury's effects on a person, keeping them from death itself.

Now, we know that in order for Yosano's ability to work, her patient, or victim, has to be in a near-death condition in order for her treatment to take effect. This can't exactly fit into the description of resurrection, but it can be described as some sort of rebirth.

GREEK GODDESS PERSEPHONE

So another goddess which reminds me of Sho Ho/Yosano, is Persephone, the goddess of spring and rebirth. Before Hades, the god of the underworld, fell in love with Persephone to take her to live with him, Persephone lived a happy life.

Hades, with his nature of darkness and the like, was captivated by how pure Persephone was, and stole her away from her former life to live in an environment which differed sharply from her natural aura of purity.

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Remember when Yosano's friend left a note behind before he killed himself? The note said nothing except for, "You are too righteous." Take that as you will, but figuratively speaking, you could say Mori takes the role of Hades in the story, while Yosano can be portrayed as Persephone.

Sho Ho can also be a parallel of Persephone, in that she had to adapt to the realities of war and disharmony, while Persephone had to adapt to the raw darkness of the underworld with Hades.

Sho Ho stood against society's norms and decided to reform it, making her one of the most well-known feministic pacifist in history, while Persephone managed to escape from the underworld to return to her former position, earning the title the 'Bringer of Life,' or the 'Destroyer of Death.'

Furthermore, the way Sho Ho's anti-war poem took its effect later on, reflects the way Persephone restored balance in the world after returning from the underworld.

4. Yosano and Atsushi.

chapter 66; Yosano: "It's my fault that those close to me died... Is there some place where it's okay for me to live?"

chapter 8; Atsushi: "If I have any chance of saving them all, of returning them home safely, would that mean it's okay for me to keep on living?"

I couldn't help but think of Dazai and Atsushi back when I was reading through these panels. Ranpo (my beloved), along with Fukuzawa, accepted Yosano as she was, despite how her ability was a cause of despair and misfortune.

Ranpo looked past her mistakes and the entirety of how dark her past was to welcome her into the Armed Detective Agency. Dazai, on the other hand, knew who Atsushi was and what his ability had made him do before anyone else, and still decided to provide a safe place for Atsushi to find his sense of belonging, journeying with him as he learned to use his ability properly.

For more info about Dazai and Atsushi's dynamic, you can check out the analysis I did for Dazai :D

Atsushi desired to save people to prove his right to live, while Yosano made her wish to achieve the recovery of all her patients the reason for her existence.

Others would prefer to accuse both Yosano and Atsushi of having a saviour complex, but the reason why they pursued to save people with utmost dedication, stems from the nature of what their past was like. You know the saying 'from broken to beautiful?' Yeah, it's something like that.

The way their pasts were written out gave them a desire to change, which was, I daresay, initiated by the people who took them in: Ranpo and Dazai. Their abilities were demonised because of how they were used, but once they broke from their abilities' effect over their lives, they honed their skills to control them for the right cause instead.

In a less cynical point of view, I believe both Yosano and Atsushi stood for what was right, and wanted nothing but to achieve peace and harmony in whatever way they could, even if it meant risking their own lives to save others.

So yeah, that's it for my rants today. Thank you for reading, and if you have anything to add, go ahead! I'm open to discussions ;)

#bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd yosano #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd characters #bsd analysis #literature analysis #bsd abilities #bsd anime #bsd manga #bungo stray dogs atsushi #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bungou stray dogs yosano #bsd dazai #bsd mori #bsd ranpo #character analysis #.daydreams

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libradusk · 3 years

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Touch Starved | Jesse

Word Count: 6.8k

Pairing: Jesse x Reader

Summary: A night in a Coruscant hotel gifts you plenty of quality time with your lover (and a few noise complaints as well)

Warnings/Content: Explicit smut, mention of alcohol, AFAB reader (though no gender is explicitly mentioned), established relationship, some playful sexual power play, petnames galore, 69 action, a few light spanks to the backside and some tender shaaaaaaaggin’. (And Libra’s frequent overuse of italics.)

a/n: dedicated to the one and only @morganas-pendragons, congrats on finishing your third year of uni Kayla, I’m so proud of you! <3

And of course, a huge thank you to everyone who has continued to support my writing. It’s been a really horrid couple of months for me, but slowly, things are starting to improve. Thank you all for being understanding while I take a much-needed continued break from social media.

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Jesse

Jesse who is infamously cocky and funny, if not dangerously outspoken and headstrong during even the most tense of situations. Jesse who is renowned for caring so deeply and so fiercely for what he believes in, and loving even fiercer than that. Jesse, who will never hesitate to be the first on the dance floor at 79’s and the last to leave.

Jesse, the soldier, the brother, the undeniably charismatic individual. The man whose smile would warp the lines of the tattoo draped across his cheekbone with how widely it stretched.

Jesse, who everyone knew would continue to belt out barrack-born anthems that sung of the glory of the Republic, even after he was turfed out of the bar and sent stumbling through the neon maze of Coruscant’s streets until the rising sun inevitably forced the migraine from within his skull.

Though no soul who met him could ever even hope to deny that Jesse was a character, these descriptions and stories told fondly over the shoulders of comrades and acquaintances alike barely scratched the surface of the Jesse you knew.

You can see him now, slipping out of the bravado and bellowing laughter even as he throws it back alongside Fives on the dancefloor, a drink in his fist and a grin that doesn't quite light up his eyes the way it usually does. His gaze stumbles under the weight of the lights and music until it gives way to an expression that looks more detached than enraptured towards the music and movement enveloping him. Within another beat however, it has dragged its way over to you, and finally (and perhaps mercifully), Jesse appears to bloom more into himself the longer it rests on your seated form.

You throw him a pursed smile over your drink, knee bouncing underneath the table. Anticipation and concern peppers your nerves and drives the way your fingers twirl your straw between them. All around you, his brothers continue to laugh and joke between themselves, none the wiser to the energy crackling unspoken across the stretch between the booth and the dancefloor, simply grateful for the fresh taste of decompression bestowed upon their squadron by recently granted leave. Beside you, Kix’s elbow knocks into your side as he adjusts his posture to spread out into a more comfortable position. The medic is quick to apologise, but he needn’t have bothered; your attention is firmly glued elsewhere and as he follows your stare, he soon sees why.

You miss the way Kix smirks warmly into his pint as he turns to recount another tall tale to the troopers sharing the table, ensuring that he unravels the story in such a way that he sweeps up the remnants of their attention with a timed wave of his wrist and a comically timed jab at Hardcase’s expense.

It only takes a matter of minutes more until the other Jesse, your Jesse, steps out of his boisterous skin and slinks over to you.

The surface of his bare hand feels scorching hot as you rise to meet him halfway and grasp it with your own. Your palm is chilly from nursing your drink, the same one that now sat barely touched and long forgotten atop the crowded table. Jesse’s appears to radiate with the heat of a sun in comparison, clammy and blistering as it engulfs your own whilst its twin all but throws his half-empty glass of liquor onto a nearby waitress droid’s tray.

It teeters for a moment before tumbling over and sending a sticky cascade spilling over the side of the metal disk towards the floor below.

There's little time left to waste. You're not content to simply sit back and sweat out the minutes until you can have him completely alone this time, done with sitting back until the alcohol burns your throat and the flash of lights drowns out the grainy buzz in your temples.

Grabbing him more firmly by the hand now, you move to tug him past the straggling group of wide-eyed troopers that have congregated in the wake of Jesse’s stride. You’re not sure you can bring yourself to care anymore if they talk, not while your pulse is twisting louder in your ears with each brush of his thumb against your wrist.

The moment the chill of night time air hits his lungs, the hidden Jesse emerges completely, eyes honeyed but focused as the last few curls of boyish laughter die on his tongue. He shifts his grip to lace his fingers with your own as you weave between the lingering bodies outside. Most here pay little attention to the pair of you, too concerned with casting their own troubled gazes towards the city skyline as they smoke contraband cigarettes and turn over glass bottles between bruised knuckles.

You try to choke down the strange feeling rising in your throat at the sight, focusing instead on the warmth that continues to radiate from Jesse’s body as he trails down the street closely behind you. Despite the charged air that surrounds you both, it suddenly dawns on you that you’ve yet to actually speak a word to him since entering the bar, his late entrance alongside Fives meaning that you had already been swamped with the attention of familiar faces, all of whom were equally eager to unwind and catch up.

But now, as you sneak a sideways glance at him and catch just how tightly his blacks seem to cling to the defined muscles of his torso, you feel that if you were to open your mouth in anything more than a smile, you wouldn’t be able to trust what your brain would make you say, or do for that matter.

Your chest feels so tight with emotion that even breathing feels like a strained action. It had been a tough few weeks, and right now all you wanted, all you needed, was your Jesse all to yourself in the self-made sanctuary only privacy could help you build. A squeeze of your hand assures you that through his tipsy intrepidity, he most certainly feels the same way.

Jesse remains uncharacteristically silent as you hail down an air taxi, though you can clearly feel his eyes on your face in your peripheral vision as you lean forward to speak to the driver through her open window. You attempt to flash him a smile once you finish relaying the last of your directions, but it comes out more strained than you intend, even as you squeeze his hand back in reassurance. Tired is truly an understatement, and for a moment, it dawns on you that there’s a real possibility you might end up falling asleep mid journey.

That is, until you feel the wide, warm expanse of Jesse’s palm deliver a gentle pat to your backside. The action succeeds in ushering you into the back of the cab, and having you feel very suddenly awake again in one fluid motion.

You don't need to shoot him a raised eyebrow over your shoulder to know that he's smirking.

A sharp, very clearly fake cough from the front of the taxi cuts down the heat spreading downwards from your face before it can settle deeper. In the reflective surface of the rear view mirror, you catch the disgruntled glare of the now very unimpressed Twi’lek cabbie. The twitch of her pursed lips accompanied by the dull tap of her blunt, painted fingernails against a bright red sign that sits mounted on the dashboard.

Your stomach flips in embarrassment as you scan over the bold printed words that are listed upon it.

NO EATING/DRINKING

NO SMOKING

NO SASSING THE DRIVER

NO WANDERING HANDS

Where Jesse was smirking before, he now struggles to suppress on a snicker as he stretches to practically lounge across the backseat, clearly unbothered by the stink eye currently being thrown directly his way now by the woman in the driver’s seat - even daring to throw up his hands in mock-innocence in return. For a moment you’re concerned she might actually throw you both back out onto the curb, but instead, you’re just met with another exaggerated roll of her eyes before she throws the well-loved vehicle into reverse and takes off down the neon-painted highway.

With a ghost of a sigh, you lean back slightly into the worn leather seat as the streets of Coruscant rush past your window in a blur of colour and noise. Your gaze slips past the glass, to the apathetic, focused expression of your driver, and finally to your lover once more. Whilst dizzying to watch through the smeared windows, you find yourself helplessly bewitched with how the sharp glow of the city lights splash and dissipate almost rhythmically across Jesse’s face and body. Red, fuchsia and blue drip down his skin before disappearing into the void of his blacks each time you pass under a particularly bright stretch of neon-signage. Whilst beautiful, the glow also highlights just how deeply cut the bags under his eyes are now.

A not-so-subtle squeeze to your thigh unravels the grip twisting around your heart before it can truly poison your mood.

The tenderness in Jesse’s eyes cuts through the dark interior of the cab more brightly than any streetlamp could ever hope to, lips cocking into a half-smile as his attention shifts completely to you once more.

“You okay, mesh’la?” his voice is barely above a low purr as he finally speaks, but it vibrates down to your stomach as though he’d growled it in your ear, his thumb rubbing a mindless, but soothing pattern just above the joint of your knee all the while.

“Yeah... are you?” you shift slightly to face him better, the bottom half of your body twisting somewhat awkwardly against the grasp of the seatbelt clamped across your middle. You reach downwards to curl your own digits gently over his wrist, eyes momentarily darting back towards the driver’s mirror on instinct. There's a brief second where you’re certain you catch her tattooed brows furrowing further and those sharp eyes dart to catch yours in warning, but now at least, they remain focused on the busy road ahead, and you risk leaning over closer towards the trooper beside you. His smile gives way to a subtly weak grin in response.

“Just peachy.”

Half lies from both of you, but there's little time to dwell on them as the air taxi finally pulls into a stop outside your destination.

There's somewhat of an awkward pause as Jesse struggles to get the door open, the lock jamming with his first attempt and sending his shoulder barrelling against the window with an inelegant thump. You cringe a little at the sound, but the Twi’lek leaning over the shoulder of her seat seems unphased as she silently holds out her hand, stony face sporting the same cocked eyebrow and deadpan expression that you’ve become uncomfortably familiar with.

Your strained thank you is met with little more than a grunt of mild disapproval as she turns to fiddle with the radio embedded in her dashboard, effectively ending your transaction and ordering you from her car as she throws your handed credits into a worn-looking box perched on the passenger seat.

“Well she was cheerful.” Jesse’s voice is playful as he moves to grab your hand in earnest now as you approach the towering building in front of you. Despite the lightness of his tone and the way you exhale through your nose in mock-exasperation towards his joke, the air between you is more charged than ever now that you’re so close to finally being alone together for the first time in weeks.

Or was it months? Time had a funny way of twisting away from you as of late.

Nevertheless, all that stood in your way was a brief check in and elevator ride up towards the room you had hurriedly booked for the occasion.

The hotel itself was modest, sporting simple, clean architectural design and minimal decoration just short of clinical in nature. Not that you cared for the details, all that mattered to you was that it provided a temporary sanctuary for you and Jesse to retreat to for the night, far enough away from the pulsing heart of Coruscant that, for a short time at least, you could pretend there was no war, no constant presence of fear, pain and suffocating army regulations.

Just you and Jesse. Your Jesse.

His resolve winds and snaps the moment your feet cross the threshold of the elevator.

“Mesh’la,” his beloved nickname for you rolls off his tongue almost salaciously as he all but collapses against you, pinning you to the cold stretch of corridor with the press of his body. He groans it against your skin again as his lips meet with your pulse point, grinding against you with an overspill of passion that has you mewl and almost drop your keycard with the force of it. Through the building fog in your mind, you wonder if the fact he can finally announce his affections for you aloud and so openly here is what has finally pushed him over the edge.

Or perhaps it's the way you writhe and claw at him desperately in response, half of your mind seemingly determined to have him take you right here and now before you can even hope to complete the last few steps towards your awaiting hotel room.

“Jesse-” you’re not sure if the drawl of his name that slips from your tongue is meant to be in warning or wanting, but it's quickly swallowed up by the trooper as he finally kisses you.

Maker, does it feel good to taste him again. His unrelenting passion, his warmth, you can’t help but want it all, and he’s ever happy to give it to you - groaning into your open mouth, all teeth and tongue and heart as he hurriedly caresses your thighs, your hips, the back of your neck in turn - fingertips mapping out your body with an agonising familiarity that has your knees buckling and restraint crumbling even more.

Jesse practically growls as you break apart to gasp for air, though your panting does little to deter him from continuing his barrage of kisses, as he angles his head to trail them across your jaw and down the junction of your throat, mouthing his desire against the thrumming beat of your heart.

“Missed having you like this - in my arms - all to myself…”

Each part of his confession is broken apart by the scratch of his stubble and the nip of his teeth against your skin until he trails off into something intelligible - burying his face into the crook of your neck with a sigh that sings as much of exhaustion as it does longing.

It's the briefest moment of weakness amidst the suffocating heat of his passion towards you, but it's just enough to allow you to scrape back some semblance of clarity with a shuddering breath of your own.

Delicately, as though he was crafted from glass and not the corded muscle you knew to hide beneath his clothes, you run the fingers of your left hand down the length of his spine, relishing in the shudder that ripples through him in turn.

“Jesse,” your voice already sounds hoarse as you turn to place a kiss against his temple, “let’s get inside of our room and you can have all of me, all night.”

He almost wrestles the keycard from your hands at that.

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The room itself is as modestly decorated as the rest of the hotel. A brief glance around tells you there’s a basic vanity, a desk, what appears to be the seam and switch of a built in wardrobe, and to the right of the doorway: the entrance to the refresher.

But what truly captures the attention of both of you is the king size bed in the very centre of the room, as well as the open stretch of Coruscant skyline that shines in through the expansive window to it’s left, dappling the navy-coloured sheets with milky diamonds of light.

Jesse grants you mere seconds to appreciate the view before he’s all over you once more.

You find yourself stumbling clumsily backwards against the newly closed door, attempting several times in vain to get the locking mechanism to work through Jesse’s onslaught of kisses. A gasp of what you’re not sure is relief or pleasure (or maybe both) leaves you when you hear it finally click into place just as his lips fasten themselves to suckle at a particularly sensitive spot just above your collarbone.

Each kiss unravels another layer of the Jesse you know and love, each desperate touch and whispered endearment only stoking the fire helping him flare to life in his full glory once more. It's intoxicating and overwhelming in the best way possible, and as he gifts you another taste of the sickly-sweet cocktail that still lingers on his tongue, you’re reminded of the very first time he’d kissed you:

It had been a night not too unlike this one, in which you had finally related to his begging for you to accompany him and the boys on a night on the town. He’d gathered you up in his arms the moment you’d finally relaxed enough to join him on the dancefloor of 79’s, and not long after, you’d backed each other into a corner of the dingy nightclub, with Jesse keening into your open mouth and rutting against you as though struck with the fear that he would never be given another chance to touch you, and the eager remorse of a man that wished he’d done this a long time ago.

Of course, the night had ended with you dragging the drunken tonne of him back to his bunk - though even through his stupor, he’d managed to drag you down after him before passing out at the snap of a finger, face buried securely in the crook of your shoulder the entire night.

And from that point, you couldn’t imagine a future without him at your side ever again.

Jesse’s passion for all he does burns hot, but it's in stolen moments like these, that his touch seems to burn hotter than anything else.

You feel it now as his hands begin to wander once again, tugging at your clothing and gripping at the skin beneath with such a need that it borders on bruising - though you struggle to shrug off how his fingers carry a gnawing tiredness beneath their eager twitching.

The revelation causes a different kind of pang in your stomach, but you force it down and away.

This man deserves to be spoiled.

Shoving half-heartedly at his broad chest, your command only wavers slightly with the struggle to catch your breath as your lips break apart with an audible pop.

“Strip.”

Your head feels light as you step backwards and straighten up your posture as best you can, dishevelled clothing and panting aside. You attempt to give him your sternest face as you issue the demand, but you’re certain you hardly look the part with what you know to be kiss-swollen lips and a chain of love bites adorning your neck.

Jesse hardly fares any better, face ruddy with a blush that creeps down past the high collar of his undershirt, and pupils blown so wide and glassy that they resemble the depths of space itself. His eyes had always stood out to you, even long before the two of you became an item. Though he and his brothers may share the same eye colour, the fire in Jesse’s was everything, it was something you never, ever wanted to see fade.

Those same eyes blink owlishly at you now as you stand firm in front of him, his hands still comically half-raised as though frozen mid-caress. It doesn't take longer than a second for him to whir back into action, however.

His movements are inelegant and rushed as he begins to tear away his shirt from his heaving chest. There's no overt striptease like he’s performed for you before, just pure, unfiltered desperation to feel your bare skin against his own. But even through the clumsiness, you catch the way the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex with thinly-veiled intention - a reminder to you of the strength he possesses - as well as just how easily the role of dominant could be flipped against you with his slightest change of whim.

The knowledge of this only excites you more.

You decide to follow his example and quickly shed your own garments until you’re both down to your underwear. The walls of the room are practically sweating with the desire that thrums between you now, and you both take a shared moment to admire the other in the dimmed glow of the lighting. Your mouth waters involuntarily as you sink into the sight of him, the reality of finally getting your lover alone and bare after so long settling warmly into your core, twisting delightfully tighter with each second that ticks by.

Jesse can’t help but glow with an obvious pride under your hungry gaze. A familiar smirk blooms across his face, spreading in a way that warms his expression further until the mirth crinkles at the very corners of his eyes. You can't help but smile right back despite the distraction of thrumming in your ears and the slickness that's gathering between your thighs.

It's a sensation that's only amplified when his eyes stop raking over your body to lock with your own, staring you down with an energy that's so charged that the breath skips in your throat.

“Shocked you speechless?” his voice sings with a smile as he taunts you, head tilted in a way that highlights the juncture of his throat.

You scoff in response, but step even closer all the same, noses practically touching now as your lips brush together.

“In your dreams, lover boy.”

He raises a thick brow at the cheesy nickname, but you note how his breath catches as you reach out to push lightly at his chest, palm spreading warmly across his pectoral.

“I dream about you a lot, actually,” Jesse’s long eyelashes tickle the apple of your cheekbones as he lightly presses his mouth against yours in a chaste kiss, “in fact, I had an especially lovely dream about you last night.”

Your stomach flutters a little more at the implication, but you press on, edging him gently further towards the bed until the back of his calves hit the edge.

“Yeah?” your fingernails claw down the ladder of his abs, marvelling in the way the muscles flex and tense with your caresses, “why don’t you tell me about it?”

You kiss him again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth with a tug that leaves him melting against you, the heat of his arousal peaking past the waistband of his underwear to graze your stomach as you press even closer.

“Well,” his voice is as strained as his breathing now, strong hands moving to stroke gently over your upper arms before his grip suddenly tightens, “I think it's better if I show you.”

The sound of surprise that leaves you as your back hits the mattress is more of a squeak. In the briefest of moments, Jesse has successfully managed to flip the situation to place himself in control once more. A heavy, yet careful weight pins you atop the silken blue sheets by your hips, a reignited, boyish gleam twinkling in his eyes as he grins up at you from the lower half of your body.

That cocky, gorgeous, bastard.

It's frustrating, but you can’t deny he looks good between your thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah~” he tuts at you, effectively cutting off any grumble of annoyance before it can leave your lips, “it isn't polite to cut someone off mid demonstration, mesh’la.”

Maker, give you strength.

His mouth and tongue are dangerously hot as he trails a haphazard stream of kisses over your hips, the sensation is at once too much and not quite enough, leaving you panting and bucking towards the smirking lot of him to no avail. When he begins to all but purr in contentment as he mouthes over your clothed sex, you have to quite literally bite back a scream of frustration.

“Jesse-”

“Shhhhhh…”

You let out a sob as your head falls back to hit the pillow, the hot rush of air against the dampness of your underwear too much to bear. Jesse chuckles in response, thoroughly enjoying inflicting such a sweet agony on you.

“Don't act so mad at me, cyar’ika,” Jesse pouts as he bats those dark lashes up at you, intent on sucking a bruise into your inner thigh as he does, “just tryin’ to appreciate how gorgeous you are.”

There's no sign of joviality in his confession this time, and your heart warms at the sincerity that glows in those heavy-lidded eyes of his.

A quick snap to the band of your underwear parts the lovesick fog accumulating in your head, forcing your attention back to the man currently toying with the elastic of your undergarments once more.

“Focus, mesh’la~,” his tone is purposefully playful, but his eyes dark with challenge as he flashes you another winning grin, “I need your full attention to tell this story, you want to hear how it ends, right?”

Another kiss, this time placed just against where you ache for him most, the fabric posing as the final barrier to your hard-won reward. Fuck, this man was going to kill you.

You’re torn between searching the fog of your brain for another retort, or giving in and letting him wreck you completely and honestly. Jesse doesn't seem too keen to grant you the time to weigh your options, fingers tapping impatiently against the curve of your hip with an inquisitive hum as you agonise over your choices.

The throb in your core wins out, and you relent, albeit a little bitterly,

“I want to know-” you cut off with strangled gasp as he lathes his tongue against the very inner pocket of your thigh, “please Jesse - fuck - please I want you, I need you.”

The man in question stares down at you with satisfied affection as you buck up to chase a phantom touch once again, groaning in annoyance when you find nothing but the weighted press of his forearms caging your thighs open to his mercy.

“...All right.”

A sigh of relief leaves you at that before you can reign it back, and he chuckles warmly at the sound, stroking tiny circles across your flesh.

“You’ll always have me, mesh’la,” the sincerity in Jesse’s tone makes your breath hitch further as he edges towards where the seam of your underwear meets your left hip, his hot breath causing yet another flurry of goosebumps to rise in its wake, “but let me show you how much it means to me to have you.”

Keeping his eyes locked onto yours, Jesse ducks to catch the side of your underwear in his teeth before dragging it slowly downwards. The material tickles slightly as it catches over your thighs, though it's a mere whisper of a sensation compared to the throb that hits you as your dripping core finally is bared to the chill of the air.

Jesse hums appreciatively at the sight of you spread out beneath him as he leans back to finish pulling away your underwear, haphazardly throwing away the offending garment to join the other scattering of clothing that now decorates the carpet. You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows in response, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in focus to nudge your knee against his hip.

“You too, mesh’la.” You roll the nickname over your tongue, delighting in how the blood rushes to his cheeks with a fervour at having his nickname for you thrown right back at himself.

He scoffs a little at your cheekiness, but indulges your command all the same, practically leaping from the edge of the bed to stand and unceremoniously yank down his boxer briefs. You attempt to hook your legs around his midsection as he rejoins you atop the bed, but he stops you with a slow shake of his head, caging your thighs open with his arms once more.

“So eager!” he sighs in mock-annoyance as you huff and roll your eyes beneath him, simply chuckling as you edge further into frantic desperation.

Little do you know it's taking every ounce of his own willpower to stop from delving into your cunt like it's his last meal.

Though the groan that leaves him as his eyes flicker down once more gives you an indication of how he's really feeling beneath the bravado. In that moment, the sight and sound of him has you feeling on top of the world despite being pinned from the hips down.

You’ve little time to bask in this feeling for long though, as in a moment, Jesse dives forward like a man starved. You throw your head back with a cry as the hot, wet push of his tongue hits the sensitive folds of your pussy, lapping open-mouthed kisses across the seam of your opening as his nose grazes your clit. Stars above, your head feels heavy as you buck shamelessly, chasing the heat of his mouth as he tilts his head to tongue-fuck you deeper, the burn of his flesh against yours as he holds you down the only thing truly grounding you at this point.

To his credit, Jesse takes your writhing in stride, accommodating the frantic movements of your hips with firm, but loving caresses as he places a particularly heavy kiss right against your clit that leaves you breathily calling out his name. He lets out a particularly needy groan at the sound, one that vibrates directly across your thrumming bundle of nerves and hits you like a shock of cold water to the face.

You shudder back to reality, head still spinning with the promise of a quickly approaching orgasm, but enough renewed sense to prop yourself up onto shaking elbows to take in the sight of him. Jesse looks just as wrecked as you feel, eyes closed as he revels in the taste and feel of you beneath his tongue and fingers. A single jewel of sweat beads down the prong of his tattoo that reaches his temple in what you're not sure is overexertion, or the strain of keeping his own pursuit of pleasure in check to focus on yours.

He’s all but thrusting desperately into the air as you reach forward to gently grasp his jaw with shaking digits.

“Jesse…” you trail off as you catch the way his chin glistens with what you’re not sure is saliva, your essence, or a lewd concoction of both, “let me make you feel good too.”

He’s slack jawed and glossy-eyed, but his body is oddly pliable as you tug him up towards your face for a sloppy kiss that leaves you both moaning and grasping for the other. You’re the one to break away first, shooting him a wobbly grin as you pant to regain your breath. His fingers find your face this time, cupping your cheek as he gazes at you with such wonder that it leaves you blushing once more. He remains speechless even as you break apart with a kiss to his open palm, positioning your body to crawl down his torso until you’re face-to-head with his arousal. Jesse seems to catch on quickly to your intentions, grasping hold of your hips to position your lower half over his face - even gracing your backside with a light slap that causes you to jolt in surprise. You attempt to flash him a glare, but the feeling of his broad palm soothing over the swell of your ass reduces you to hissing in pleasure instead, spine dipping before you can stop yourself from sinking lower towards his waiting lips.

Determined not to be so easily outdone, you move to flatten the length of your tongue against the head of his cock, delighting in the broken groan that shakes his chest as the taste of precum hits your taste buds. You let a moan of your own vibrate against the length of his cock as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper into your mouth, the feeling of his hot, panting breath against your cunt spurring you on. Jesse indulges in the feeling of you for a few moments longer before delving right back into eating you out. You can feel his smirk at the squeak of surprise that leaves you as he roughly pulls you back down to sit on his face, tongue lashing skilfully against your clit in a way that forces you to pull him from your mouth with a gasp for air.

It all falls away from you quickly after that, even as you pump at the slick length of his cock and attempt to focus on the way he twitches against your lips. In mere moments, your vision is stolen from you in a sudden rush of pure pleasure that has you half aware that you’re screaming Jesse’s name towards the ceiling. The trooper continues to lavish attention on you through the waves of your orgasm, tongue firmly lathing against the most agonisingly sensitive part of you as he holds you against him with a determinedly steady hand.

He gently drags the grip of his right hand to pet your thigh as you come down in shuddering gasps, the white slowly ebbing from your vision with the effort of a few slow blinks.

“Welcome back.”

Even in such a compromising position as this, he still has the gall to run his mouth.

A calculated squeeze to the base of his cock has that taunt trail off into a hiss.

“You’re unbelievable.” Despite the impassive tone of voice you attempt to force out, you still curl into his touch as he slowly maneuvers your spent body to rest against the pillows once more.

“Yep, but you love it.” He winks as he shifts to support himself above you, those powerful forearms of his now caging your shoulders at each side as he places a chaste kiss against your clammy forehead. You can't help the laughter that spills from you as he moves to suddenly nuzzle into the crook of your neck, stubble tickling your already oversensitive nerves until you're pushing at his chest for him to release you.

“Because I love you, Jess.”

His expression melts at your confession, chest rising and falling in time with your own as he stares at you with such a tender longing that part of you almost feels like crying.

If you could block out the world and just stay like this with him, forever, then you would in a heartbeat. You'd tear down every star in the sky a million times over if it meant keeping him safe and loved.

If only you could.

“I love you, so much, cyare.” The sunny warmth of his grin spreads across the entirety of his face then. It's contagious, and instantly lifts you into giggling alongside him as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against your own.

“...Is this how things went in your dream?” Your heart turns to honey as you reach up to trace the lines of his tattoo where they drape over his cheek.

“This is even better.” He whispers the affirmation against your lips before stealing them in another deep kiss.

He grinds lazily against you as the kiss deepens, threading you ever closer together with a moan that has your hand frantically searching to loop your fingers through his own.

“Jesse,” your voice is strained with desire as the tip of his cock grazes against your entrance once again, “as wonderful as this is, I really want you inside me now.”

That pulls a genuine splutter of laughter from him, but he slips his free hand down to wrap one of your thighs around his waist all the same, shifting to his knees to brace himself against you whilst simultaneously keeping you pinned to the pillow with one hand gripping your own.

“Your wish is my command, my needy little love.”

Your breath leaves you with a sudden yelp as he finally snaps his hips forward and eases into you with a deep thrust, his public bone nestling against the swell of your clit as he buries himself to the hilt in your warmth. You catch his smile split even wider at your reaction before he begins to fuck you in earnest, never one to hold back for too long. The stretch of his cock has your eyes rolling and your free hand clawing at his shoulder for something to grip on to, but your body opens up to him effortlessly.

You’ve danced with him like this so many times now that being connected to him feels as natural as breathing, despite the rolling cries that drip from your parted lips. Jesse drinks them down greedily with a barrage of kisses and growled praise between each thrust.

“That's it baby - keep making those pretty sounds for me.”

He's making plenty of pretty noises of his own, each of them peppered with sigh-like breaths that catch in his throat every time his hips stutter with the threat of losing his last semblance of control.

Hot tears of pleasure begin to gather behind your lashes as you fight to keep your eyes trained on the sight of him pounding into you. Even with the way your mind spins with pleasure, and how the light spilling from the window appears to cling and dance across the deep bronze of his skin in an ever shifting pattern, the thick lines of his tattoo, and the burn of his eyes remain steadfast - streamlining your focus towards the feeling of him grinding upwards against the sweetest spot inside of you again and again until all you can do is babble his name incoherently.

The sight of you coming apart beneath him only pushes him further, though you’re so overwhelmed at this point that you fail to notice how his fingers release your own to dip down between your bodies until the rough pad of his thumb collides with your clit once more.

A second orgasm rips through you with little extra warning - the coil in your stomach snapping so violently that it robs you of any remaining coherency and has you tightening around Jesse’s cock with a silent scream. You hear and feel him hit his peak right behind your own as he tenses with a shout of your name, barely catching himself as he folds over you and buries his cock as deep as he can reach.

And then, warmth: one that spreads across your insides before spilling down the innermost part of your thighs and onto the sheets below.

For a moment, there is only heavy panting as you both struggle to come back down to the present. Jesse breaks whatever silence has crawled between you with a dry-throated chuckle. The hand that had been twisted in the bedsheets beside your head moments before now moves to stroke the back of your head with a clumsy kind of care only Jesse could deliver.

You're still stuffed full of him even as he lifts himself to avoid crushing you, his thumb dipping across the apples of your cheeks to wipe away the loose trails of tears that streak your skin. He clears his throat before speaking, voice tired, but clear enough to reach you.

“You okay?”

You nod in reply, limbs heavy as you raise your arms to loop around his neck and bring him close for a prolonged kiss.

“Need anything?”

You hum in acknowledgment of his concern, but only snuggle closer in response before whispering against the thump of his pulse.

“Only you.”

He chuckles at that before chastely kissing the top of your head and slowly lifting to withdraw from you. You both groan at the loss of contact, but Jesse’s quick to flop down beside you and gather your body up in his arms once more.

“I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me, cyar’ika.” He traces over the marks left on your skin with an air of sentimentality, dipping his head to kiss over the particularly dark ones left across your neck and collarbone. They're reminders you’ll grumble about when you’re back in the right frame of mind, but you’ll find yourself cherishing them all the same for as long as they decorate your skin.

“Forever then.” You mumble sleepily against the protection his body extends to you, thoroughly spent in every way.

“Forever it is.”

He’d already made that promise to himself long ago.

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