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90slevi · 3 years

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Don’t Die on Me {Levi x Reader}

TW: Gore, Angst

The screams of your fallen soldiers were enough to keep you going, and the sharp outline of the letter you held close to your chest caused papercuts across your fingers. Tears streamed down your face as the wind whipped across your face, pricking your eyes and blurring your vision. Rain pelted down, stinging the small slithers of skin that were visible and causing you to not know where you were going. Your legs ached but the adrenaline kept you going.

Where was your horse? You had no idea, and that made it worse. You'd been bucked off when the abnormal titan had grabbed its back legs, causing you to fly off and roll into the muddy grass, hitting your head on a tree stump that allowed a trickle of blood to form on your forehead.

The rest of your team was presumably dead, leaving you alone amid the horror you were facing. Your heart pounded against your chest, and you were sure you'd vomit again if you hadn't done so four times before. The letter in your hand was something you read to keep your spirits up and to remind you that you'd always be protected, but right now, you felt more vulnerable than ever.

Why did you hold that letter so closely? It was the confession from your boyfriend, otherwise known as Humanity's Strongest Warrior Levi Ackerman. Your relationship was strictly private, hidden from everybody except for Hanji Zoe, who kept her mouth shut in fear of being brutally murdered by your true love. Commander Erwin would never accept his strongest warrior being in love with and distracted by a woman such as yourself, so you kept it secret to protect not only yourself but Levi's reputation too.

That didn't stop the letters coming and going, and the sweet treatment you received from him behind closed doors, however, and the only thing that kept your mind at ease was that he'd be in the comfort of his room again in a few hours. All you cared about was his safety, even if he could get out of anything. You should be more worried about yourself, as he'd mentioned plenty of times before, but you couldn't help it.

You loved him, after all, and he felt the same towards you.

A high-pitched scream rang throughout the forest, shaking you to the core, and you could only assume that the same titan from before had found someone else to feast on. There was only a matter of time left for you, and you were pretty much waiting to be scooped up by the monstrous hand and dropped into its gaping jaws. The mud splashed around your ankles, making the journey even more difficult, and the trees and masses amount of rain made the landscape impossible to see. You didn't even know how long you'd been running.

Uncontrollable sobs escaped your mouth, and you tried to keep quiet in case you exposed yourself, but it was impossible at this point. You almost fell to the ground in exhaustion, but you kept your wobbly legs up and trudged on. The mission had become a disaster quickly, the previously-sunny weather turning sour and stormy before being ambushed by titans - most of which were abnormal.

The one that'd eaten your Squad was, at a guess, 10 meters tall and could jump to extreme heights and lengths. Its arms were insanely long, allowing it to reach out and grab within a five-meter radius and, although not intelligent in the slightest, had its own gruesome way of killing the victims. Crush their ribs so they can't move and then eat them. Disgusting.

When you heard the loud crunching of leaves and twigs behind you, your heart began to pound even louder. You were sure anybody could hear or even feel it, and your crying got worse. That titan was right behind you, and there was no way you'd be able to kill it. Your Squad Captain and Squad members had tried before you, but the titan had managed to smack them or grab them before their blades could even touch the titan's skin. Levi had given you enough confidence in the past year for you to know that you could kill a regular old titan, but after seeing everyone you once knew get killed by such a monster, you simply couldn't face it.

What was so cowardly about saving your life?

"Help me," you managed to blubber out into the open air, before shrieking as you saw the titan's hand loom above you. You'd nearly ran out of gas, using most of it to kill two previous titans and the rest to escape the one that was currently chasing you. For a while, you'd accepted that you'd most likely die as a Survey Corp, and you were unafraid of it. However, when death is staring you straight in the face, all your confidence seems to disappear and suddenly, life becomes precious. "Please!"

Your cries for help were useless, especially in these conditions where the rain and wind drowned out your voice. The titan took another leap into the air and using the last of your gas, you shot yourself forwards, clinging to a tree and hoping that if you hid for a while, the rain would go and you'd be able to get home.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

As the titan came shooting back down, it knocked into your tree, causing you to fall out. You screamed, landing into a bush that thankfully cushioned your fall, but before you could get onto your feet, that disgusting creature was running over on its hands and feet, its gormless expression torturing your last moments. It had huge, beady blue eyes and showed off its yellowing teeth through a forced smile with its tongue hanging out. There was barely any hair on its head, and somehow it moved on an unhealthily-skinny naked body. You shuffled backwards, fear evident in your eyes, but it didn't care. Its left arm reached forward and grabbed you, and you swung your arms violently, hoping to chop off its hand and let you go.

But it was pointless.

Instantly, it clenched, and you screamed out in pain as you felt your ribs and other bones in your body to break and do god-knows-what else. Tears streamed down your face as you felt the end coming, and the disgusting breath of the titan ruined your nostrils. You dropped Levi's letter on the floor, hoping he'd find it and know that your death was here. You knew that if you were to die (there was a slim chance you would survive, so you'd lost all hope), Levi would want as much information as possible, especially if he could find your body.

Clenching your eyes shut, you tried to regulate your breathing. The warmth of the titan's mouth engulfed you, and everything seemed to go in slow-motion. Lips trembling and eyes becoming painful, you awaited death. If the rest of your squad went like this, then it was only natural that you did too.

I'm sorry, Levi.

That was until you heard a loud yell from behind, and your eyes widened when you felt a gust of something swoop past you. Blood began to pool from the titan's chin, and you noticed that its jaw was stuck open due to someone slicing it open. Another gust of wind passed, and you noticed that its arms were being sliced. The hand holding you dropped open, and you fell to the ground, only just being caught by a second person. Your eyes widened to see Hanji Zoe, her eyes wide in panic as she looked from the titan to you.

Squinting up at the titan that'd just been brutally killed, you saw an all-too-familiar figure standing on top of it, his black hair shading his emotionless grey eyes. His mouth was agape as he breathed heavily, and he turned his face to you, making eye-contact.

It was Levi.

He jumped down instantly and ran over as fast as he could, the anger in his expression replaced with worry as he dropped both weapons in his hands and knelt down. Hanji placed you on the floor in the wet leaves, the rain pelting down on you. But you didn't care. Even if you were dying right now, which you were, at least you were surrounded by people you loved and not in the mouth of a titan. Pain and exhaustion shot through your body like drugs, and you winced with every minor movement.

"Y/n," Levi whispered, his eyes wide and full of emotions you couldn't begin to explain. He placed his hand gently on your forehead and brushed your hair out of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb in the process. You reached upwards, cringing due to the intense pain in your abdomen, and took his hand in his. He looked down at your face and body, his breath hitching in his throat. "Your alive."

"For now," you muttered, your voice hoarse from the screaming. As soon as you spoke, though, you coughed up blood, and Levi, panicked, tried to get rid of as much pressure on your chest as possible. This included taking off your cloak (he covered you with his own so you didn't get wet), trying to pull off your gear and harness and loosening your brown jacket. However, he froze when he saw the large red stains scattered across your white shirt, and he bit his lip nervously. He didn't want to imagine the pain you felt, and he certainly didn't want to face the undeniable fact that you were dying.

You were going to die.

"I'm so sorry," he said quietly, his grief being replaced by a wave of anger you'd only ever seen once before. He squeezed your hand tightly and looked down, his nose wrinkled and eyes filled with rage. "I'll kill every single one of those fucking bastards, and if anyone gets in my way, I'll kill them too. You don't deserve this. Why can't this shitty world be fucking kind for once?"

"Levi, stop it," you said softly, your hand leaving his hand and cupping his face. Hanji stood up and turned around, letting the two of you have a moment. Said before, she was the only one who knew of your relationship with Levi, having accidentally walked in on the two of you asleep together. However, it was clear something was going on between the two of you; Levi was never the type to do this to his 'regular soldiers', so it was clear you were something special.

Erwin, used to people dying all the time and becoming very desensitised, was confused at first as to why Levi was so bothered about another scream in the distance, but when the smaller man shot off on his horse, he guessed instantly that there was something going on between the two of you. He wasn't stupid, and he'd suspected a relationship behind his back for a long time, but this confirmed it.

"I don't want to hear you ranting and raving about killing the titans while I'm about to die," you chuckled, coughing up more blood as you stared up at the sky, the rain beginning to slow down a little and finally allowing you to breathe. "I'd prefer something a bit more sentimental."

"How can you joke at a time like this?" Levi questioned, his face a mix of disgust and pain as he tried to come up with a plan that'd get you out alive. The only thing he could think of would certainly be painful for you, but it was the only thing left.

"Who said I was joking?" you asked, a small, painful smile appearing on your lips as you tried your best to stop him from worrying. The last you wanted was him to go mad with grief. You knew just how much he cared for you, and it was obvious at this moment that he'd sacrifice the world if it meant saving you. Sighing as gently as you could without penetrating a lung (if that hadn't happened yet), you blinked away your tears and hoped that your fear wasn't showing through that fake smile of yours. "Levi, please don't become a monster. I know what you're like. Once someone you truly, truly care about dies, you don't realise what you're doing and eventually, you go on a rampage. Let Hanji take care of you if you need it. I'll always be with you, after all, and the last thing I want is for you to go insane. I love you lots, and you know that."

"And I..." he began, his eyes welling up with tears. He didn't want you to die. How would he live with himself without you? "I- Goddamn it brat, how do you get me like this? I can't even say what I fucking want to say. Why?!"

"You don't need to say anything," you said, brushing a tear from the corner of his eye. "It's okay. I know."

"But you don't, that's the thing!" Levi exclaimed, trying to keep in his anger. However, if he kept holding it in, he was sure to burst into tears, and he didn't want to do that. Especially in front of you in your last moments. The blood-loss was evident, creating a pool of red on the ground, and if the wagons with the bandages on didn't arrive soon, you'd die. Erwin had already set off a colour-coded blast, alerting the others where you were, and they all hoped that there was a wagon left. There was no way you could get home on a horse; the jolts would cause your ribs to destroy vital organs, and then there was no saving you. "You don't know how much I care, because I haven't had enough fucking time to show you. You don't understand how much I... how much I love your shitty ass because I don't have the damn strength to tell you! If I had been here ten seconds quicker, we'd be on our way home by now!"

"Don't you DARE blame yourself, Levi Ackerman," you hissed through gritted teeth, the pain in your torso becoming so unbearable that it was difficult to stop yourself bawling. You let out a few broken sobs before continuing, trying not to choke on your tears. "It was not, is not and never will be your fault. For once, I'm giving YOU orders, and that's to not blame yourself. Understood?"

"Understood," he muttered, before whipping his head round to face Erwin. "Oi, eyebrows, where the fuck are the wagons?"

"I think they're all destroyed," the blonde-haired man stated calmly, and Levi's intense, stabbing glare was shaded by his black hair. "It appears that we're the only survivors."

"Go back home and get a fucking wagon," Levi muttered through gritted teeth, and all the other soldiers were silent, in case they were killed by the man. However, no answer was worse than a wrong answer, and he stood up, his stare destroying any dominance or confidence any of the men or women felt they had. "Are you shitheads deaf or something!? I said to go get a wagon!"

"There's no way we can get her home, Levi," Erwin said into the emptiness. On second thoughts, maybe no answer was better. "By the time we've got a wagon, she'll be dead."

"Oh yeah?" Levi asked threateningly, staring bullets into the commander's body. His voice was gradually getting louder, and you winced. Hanji sat beside you, trying her best to fix you up. She sliced off half of her cape and tried to wrap it around your body. Broken ribs weren't easy to fix - in fact, bandages barely did anything to help, but this was to stop the blood loss. The cloak wouldn't do much to help in the long run, but it slowed it down a little. Worse, the usually-stoic man was completely losing it. "We're fucking trying it anyway. If she dies on me, then so are you."

"Levi, you're being irrational," Erwin said, furrowing his eyebrows. "You saved her life from a worse fate. You were too late to save her for good, and that's it. That's life."

"It wasn't his fault!" you exclaimed, a little too loudly and quickly for your body's liking. You coughed up even more blood, and tears streamed down your face. It was definitely a painful death, but you'd rather go out this way than being eaten. Levi rushed back over, squatting down. Tears were visible in his eyes again and he bit his lip to stop himself from breaking down. You gave him a quick smile, resting your head against the tree roots again as you tried to come up with good last words. Before you knew it, you were shivering, and you wanted to be back home more than anything.

"Y/n, I can get you home, I promise," he said, kneeling into the ground and pressing his hand to your cold face. "I'll try anything, even if it gets me dead in the process."

"Don't say things like that, Levi," you whispered, taking his hand into yours and kissing it, hoping it'd calm him down. "And don't make promises you can't keep."

"I'm just trying to convince myself you won't die," he admitted quietly, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. By now, he'd given up trying to hide his emotions. It was impossible. "I can't stand seeing you like this."

"I wouldn't be able to if it were you," you replied, playing with his fingers as your breathing became shallow. "Levi, I'm uncomfortable."

He nodded, knowing just what you wanted. He sat in the ground (much to his dismay) and shuffled beside you before planting your head and upper body into your lap. Although it hurt to move around, you were still happy and you rest your head against his stomach. He wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders and the other very carefully around your waist, and he held you close. His face was buried into your hair, and it was at that point where he just couldn't stop crying. Tears fell from his eyes like bullets from a gun, and they continued pouring out of his eyes. His lips trembled as he tried to keep his composure, but a strangled breath escaping his lips alerted you of his crying. You reached up once again and cupped his face, beginning to cry yourself.

"L-Levi," you whispered out, glancing up into his eyes. He averted his stares, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to ignore fate. "Look at me! Please!"

He bit the inside of his cheek, finally looking down. His hand brushed your hair from out of your face and he placed a small, sentimental kiss on your forehead before letting you speak.

"I don't care what happens next, but promise me this," you began, linking your fingers with his and squeezing as tight as you could, which wasn't as near as strong as it had been before. "You'll still be that man I fell in love with ten years into the future. You won't become a man that I would fear or dislike. You'll remember me, but you won't cry when you do. Instead, you'll smile. Promise me this. Please, that's my only wish."

"I-I promise," he said, gulping back his tears as he pressed a kiss to your lips, holding you as tight as he could without hurting you. You bought your arms up to his shoulders, gently wrapping them around his neck as you pressed further into the kiss, not wanting to let him go. You had no family back home and barely any friends; the only person you cared about deeply was Levi, and you just prayed and hoped he'd be safe. "But what if I can't keep it?"

"I'll be there by your side to help, don't worry," you said with a smile, tiredness washing over you. Your vision slowly began to go blurry, and your eyes started to flutter shut, but before you lost all your senses altogether, you heard someone shout something about a wagon.

"Y/n, please, stay alive," Levi begged, his body jolting up. Your eyes widened as much as they could, but you were so weak that it was becoming difficult to even keep your heart beating. Glancing upwards, you noticed that a few others had returned with a single wagon. There was nothing in it, and half of it had been destroyed, but it was enough. Levi delicately picked you up, and although it hurt a lot, you were placed inside. Your mind was whirring, trying to keep you alive, and you tried to focus on the others talking. Although it was difficult to tell what they were saying, you still tried your hardest. Levi knelt down beside you inside it, the wagon getting attached to the horses before being trailed off. Every jolt and movement was painful, and you started to cry again.

Levi was terrified. He hated seeing you in agony, and if he was certain you were to die, he'd have put you out of your misery long ago. But he was certain there was a way to keep you alive, and thank god he'd tried.

He just hoped you'd stay awake for the journey home. It would take 30 minutes at least, so he had to watch you sit in pain for that long. It was agonising, and he knew that one wrong jolt could kill you. Sitting closer to you than you expected, he gently tapped his fingers across your scalp and forehead, giving you something to focus on. Never had he been good at romance, yet somehow you fell for him and he fell for you. He couldn't lose that, and he definitely couldn't lose you.

"I love you, Y/n," he whispered, leaning down and planting another kiss on your forehead. You gave him a small smile, glad the others were respectful enough to look away. Hanji, however, watched, just to make sure you were alive and to make sure Levi didn't do something stupid. He was Humanity's Strongest for plenty of reasons, but she knew that when it came to you, he could go on a rampage. He remembered what happened with Isabel and Farlan - she was only a young cadet back then, and seeing him so upset and angry was something she could never forget. Losing you would be just as bad, probably even worse.

"I love you too, Levi," you said, before closing your eyes and going to sleep.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #it's very sad #levi #fanfiction

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willow-salix · 3 years

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The Shirt

This little thing is for @misssquidtracy and @soniabigcheese and was supposed to be a ficlet (tell that to the 2.5k that came out). It came about after a throw away comment to Sonia last night and then John ‘helpfully’ dropped the whole thing in my head fully formed. Enjoy!

Thanks to the awesome @myladykayo for the gorgeous shot of this dude!

"I don't need any new clothes, I told you that."

"And I didn't listen. Come on, John, you haven't bought anything new since college."

"And I'm happy with that, all of my clothes are perfectly serviceable," John continued to argue as Gordon towed him into yet another shop.

As always they drew attention, Gordon because of his loud voice and, according to him, his swimmers body that the women loved. Gordon had always loved to be the center of attention, he'd reveled in it back in his Olympic days, proud of the knowledge that his promotional pictures had graced many a teenagers phone backgrounds and lock screens.

John, on the other hand, had no idea what people saw in him and why they still watched him even when he was with his brothers. He knew his hair always drew looks and over the years he'd heard more than a few people whispering something about checking if he was a natural redhead, although he'd never wanted to stick around to listen too closely and had gotten out of there sharpish. He'd much rather just be left alone to fade into the background where his introverted wallflower tendencies could be appeased.

"Well, I need new clothes and you can't leave a man to shop on his own, it's just not done," Gordon continued.

"I'm pretty sure there's no such rule."

"I'm making it a rule, it's part of the bro code now," Gordon shot back, flicking through yet another rack of eye-wateringly bright shirts that even Hawaii would have disowned.

"I reject your rule."

"You can't, I'm your baby brother, you have to be nice to me, that's in the bro code too."

"I demand to see written proof of this rule book that you seem to keep pulling things from whenever it suits you."

Gordon glanced at his brother, seeing his lips twitch as he fought valiantly to keep any display of amusement firmly at bay. John didn't often get the chance to hang out with his younger brother but he always enjoyed it, not that he'd ever admit that out loud, that would only encourage Gordon to up his annoyance level by at least five points.

"Ha! You smiled, I'm off the hook!"

"I did no such thing."

"You did, I saw it! The robot had a feeling- ow!" Gordon ducked out of the way, avoiding another cuff around the back of the head from his, far too lanky for his own good, brother who apparently had the reach of an orangutan.

"I'm not a robot, you little jerk. Stand still so I can hit you properly." And there went the warm fuzzy feelings. Back to reminding himself just why said hang outs didn't happen more often.

"Yeah, right! Like that's gonna happen." Gordon shimmied backwards through the rack of shirts that made the sun look dull and out the other side to freedom. "Too much time in space has made you slow, bro!"

"What? HOW DARE YOU!" Without thinking John dived around the side of the rack, stretching out to grab at his grinning brother. "I'll show you who's slow!"

"I am lightning, I am the wind!" Gordon dodged aside with perfect ease, avoiding the grasping fingers of his brother.

"Full of wind, more like! Stand still!" How was the squid so fast?

"Come on, old man, keep up!"

John made another grab at the back of Gordon's shirt but the little shit wiggled out of his grasp like an eel.

"Ha! Victory is mine!"

"I wouldn't be too sure about th-" WHUMP! John spluttered, screeching to a stop as he got a face full of fabric, evidently thrown by Gordon who'd decided that weapons were now in play.

He flailed, tripping over the leg of a clothing rack as he stumbled blindly. He made a grab for the first solid feeling thing he could find, although his judgement of solid was woefully inadequate. He landed on the floor in a tangle of limbs, both his own and plastic, as the mannequin he'd inadvertently grabbed fell with him.

"Gordon," he gasped, winded from his tumble, but the sound of his brother's hysterical laughter was all that he received by way of an answer.

He yanked the material off his head, a shirt of some description by the looks of it, and staggered to his feet, dragging his dance partner up with him.

He managed to get her upright and back on her stand after a great deal of huffing and many swear words muttered under his breath as Gordon continued to howl like a hyena, hanging onto a mirror to stop his own downward descent.

Yanking her skirt back up where he'd accidentally yanked it down, John finally got the mannequin back in place and decently covered up.

"Gordon stop laughing!" he ordered as he bent to pick up the shirt that had assaulted him before angrily turning to face his brother.

"What a clumsy idiot," he heard someone whisper a few rows over, stopping him in his tracks. "Keep out of the way, he'll take us down with him next."

John ducked his head, his cheeks as red as his hair, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He hated being the center of attention and now, he risked a peek to confirm his suspicions, yep, now the whole store was looking at him. Great, just perfect.

"I'm never coming shopping with you again," he hissed in Gordon's direction.

"Too right. Did you see the shirt he's holding?" the woman's friend whispered back. "Anyone that picks out something like that should be avoided at all costs."

"He's looking, quick, pretend you haven't seen him!" Both women quickly looked away, suddenly extremely interested in a nearby coat.

What were they talking about? John glanced down at the pile of fabric still clutched in his clenched fist. It was definitely a shirt of some description, beigey-brown in colour, but not just one shade, oh no, this monstrosity had at least four other shades of brown thrown in for good measure, all coming together in wavy lines of what-was-this-designer-thinking to form some kind of texan nightmare, complete with gaudy gold piping. It truly was hideous, quite honestly the most disgusting thing he'd ever laid eyes on and he'd trained with astronauts who didn't have control of their digestive systems yet.

He looked around desperately to find somewhere to hide it away from his sight, ignoring Gordon who was taking deep breaths in an effort to calm down.

There! He spotted a convenient looking pile of sweatpants on a shelf and moved over to stuff the offending article back into the depth of hell from whence it had crawled when a single, solitary thought tickled at the back of his brain.

He paused, thinking, his brain hamster now awake and racing at top speed around its wheel. He glanced from the shirt to the women who had spoken before, then back down to the shirt.

"I'm going to try this on," he announced to his stunned brother, marching past him to the changing rooms.

He quickly stripped off his T-shirt, the one that declared that he was a communications engineer not a magician, and pulled on the horror shirt. Surprisingly enough it was actually made of quite a soft material, something his overly sensitive, due to time spent in low gravity, skin really appreciated.

He pulled it closed and buttoned it up, rolling his shoulders to allow it to settle into place. It was remarkably comfortable, actually long enough in the body. He stretched out his arms, pleased to see that the cuffs didn't immediately hike up to his elbows. All good so far, but only one thing would assure its purchase…

He pushed open the changing room door and stepped outside. The effect was immediate as two men, three women and a toddler that had been independently milling around near the entrance took one look at him and, as one, turned as quickly as they could in the opposite direction.

Grinning to himself he tugged the tag off the sleeve, grabbed his T-shirt from the changing room and headed to the counter.

"I'll wear it out," he informed the cashier, loving the way he not so subtly averted his eyes, unable to look at him. "And I'll take as many as you have in stock in this size and the next one up too." The cashier rushed to do his bidding, desperate to save what remained of his eyesight.

"See, I told you coming shopping with me was a good idea," Gordon grinned as they made their way back to the parking lot, their arms filled with bags.

"I will admit that it had its advantages," John answered as they strode easily through the crowd that parted like the red sea, unwilling to risk being contaminated by their fashion flu.

John breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he could relax for the first time since they'd gotten there three hours before.

"That shirt is magical," Gordon declared, watching in astounded awe as eyes all around them shifted to avoid looking in his brother's direction. "It's like a people repellent in clothing form, it's….it's…" he groped around for the right words.

"It's perfect," John declared, lovingly stroking a sleeve like one would a beloved pet. And it truly was. It was like people had a filter, an ugly shirt firewall in their heads that made them avoid it at all costs.

He couldn't remember a time that he hadn't been stared at since the year he'd turned seventeen and hit his second growth spurt. In that year he'd shot up six inches, his lanky frame had filled out a little, his weedy arms turning into tightly packed muscles and he'd developed abs and a voice that had deepened a few octaves. Then, for some reason, his anxious aura with its go away vibes had become nothing but a challenge for most people, acting as a kind of siren call for them to latch on to him and decide that he needed to be included, chatted to and made the center of attention.

Now it was like he was practically invisible and it felt amazing. Even with the neon orange shirt Gordon was wearing, people were mostly ignoring him.

"I'm never taking this thing off again."

***

"Why am I always the one doing the laundry for you lazy arses?" Selene bitched as she dragged a massive basket of assorted Tracy clobber into the lounge where the assorted Tracys owners sat around in various states of lazy.

"Because you love us?" Gordon answered, grinning cheekily.

"Nope, that can't be it," Selene retorted, sitting down on the steps of the seating area to begin the mammoth task that was sorting and folding. She dragged out one of Virgil's plaids and folded it into some semblance of order and dropped it on the floor to start his pile.

"Let me help," John offered, moving to sit beside her and take some of the pile from her lap.

"Thanks, gorgeous."

"Whipped," Scott teased, reaching for his coffee cup. "Hey, Sel, if you're the only one doing the laundry as you claim, how comes you haven't managed to wreck John's ugly shirts?"

"Why would I?" she shrugged, balling up a pair of Scott's socks.

"Because I know you. Any excuse to shop, right?"

The socks made a handy projectile as she threw them at his head.

"Thanks!" Scott grinned, effortlessly plucking them from midair. "Seriously though, look at it."

Selene looked at the shirt that was currently hiding the delightful chest of her even more delightful husband.

"I fail to see the problem with it."

"Really?"

"Hey, leave my shirt alone, it's perfectly serviceable, thank you."

"It's old, it has to be at least seven years since you bought them," Gordon joined in. "They probably don't even make them any more."

"They don't," John said, concentrating on folding one of Alan's T-shirts into a perfect square. "So nothing had better happen to the ones I have left."

"Now's your chance," Alan whispered to Selene. "Kill them with fire and you'll never have to see them again."

"Yeah, you know that he's got much nicer clothes in his wardrobe," Scott added.

"I've actually grown quite fond of them," Selene answered, carefully folding one she'd plucked from the depths of the pile, smoothing it out like it was something precious.

All three Tracys, minus one Virgil who was down in the hangars no doubt creating more washing for her to do by getting covered in grease and muck, stared at her like she'd just announced that she was going back to blonde.

"What? How? You said that he's never looked better than when he's wearing a decent shirt, I had to give you a drool cloth at your wedding."

"All true," she shrugged, folding one of Virgil's vests to the best of her ability.

"Yet you continue to let him walk about in, what was it you called it, his rodeo clown shirt?" Gordon asked, completely bemused. "Are we missing something here?"

"I'm a witch," she started by way of explanation.

"Duh," Alan snorted.

"And I have a healthy respect for glamour magic, and that right there," she continued as if she hadn't just been rudely interrupted, pointing at the shirt that John was wearing, "is the most magical thing I've ever seen in my life."

All three of them burst out laughing, unable to believe what they were hearing. Selene waited patiently for them to finish cackling like they had just cursed Macbeth.

"Allowing the shirts to live is doing the world, and my arrest record, a huge favour. Now, if you'll excuse us…" she got to her feet, relieved John of the socks he was busily matching and dragged him to his feet.

"OK, OK, I'll bite," Scott continued to chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes. "What makes you think it's so magical?"

"That should be obvious, nothing short of a miracle could hide that amount of sexiness. Why do you think I'm good with him hiding in Five when he's wearing that space suit?" She dumped the half folded pile of washing back into the hamper.

"I've decided that you lot can sort your own laundry, because I've got the sudden and overwhelming urge to see that shirt on our bedroom floor. Later, fashion rejects."

John put up zero resistance.

"I love this shirt," he grinned, waving a cheerful goodbye to his stunned brothers as his wife yanked on his hand, towing him bodily from the lounge and on to far more pleasant things than chores.

#we need more squidboy and spaceman #SquidMan #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirdsarego #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction

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whitesparrows97 · 4 years

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A Thousand Springs – Part 20

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Heavy, heavy angst (seriously, the ending is not for the faint-hearted), mentions of blood, violence and suicide

Word Count: 5.5K

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(picture credit: photograph by Mok Jung Wook for TIME Magazine)

Warm. That was the first thing you noticed the next morning. You felt incredibly warm. You blinked as bright rays of sunlight hit your face and sprinkled the room with light. Your gaze slid down your body and immediately you saw an arm wrapped tightly around the middle of your body. You turned your head and saw that Taehyung lay snugly nestled beside you. You raised one hand and brushed the hairs from his face, which were standing out in all directions due to sleep.

It took a moment before you stopped in your movement. Wait, Taehyung? Your gaze fell to your other side where Jimin lay, his head at the spot where your shoulders and neck met. His warm breath met your skin at regular intervals. When you saw them sleeping so peacefully beside you, your heart leapt with joy. You remembered the previous evening and the words you had exchanged with Jimin. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

You closed your eyes again and enjoyed the moment of feeling the warmth of the two men beside you. Their regular breaths calmed you down and you felt yourself drifting back to sleep.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep again,” you suddenly heard a voice and immediately you opened your eyes again. Confused and still sleepy, you looked at Namjoon, who sat on the edge of the bed watching you with a warm smile.

“How long have you been sitting there?” you asked in a hoarse voice, not yet fully functional from the deep sleep.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe five minutes. You’re hard to wake up,” he said laughing, “almost as difficult as those two.” He made a chin movement towards the two men next to you.

It was quiet for a moment and you hardly dared to ask, so much you enjoyed the closeness of the two. But you knew that time did not stand still. “Do we have to go?”

Namjoon nodded and gave you a wistful look. “You get ready, I’ll take care of these two sleepyheads.”

You laughed and tried to carefully free yourself from Taehyung’s clasp. In vain. The moment you tried to release Taehyung’s hand from your hip, his grip immediately strengthened. He muttered something before pressing his face into your neck. “Tae,” you said softly and tried to shake him awake. That too, in vain.

“You won’t get far with that volume,” Namjoon explained to you, whom you looked at seeking help. He sighed before he got up from the bed and tore the blanket off you. Both men next to you muttered something incomprehensible and Taehyung wrapped his leg around yours.

“Well done, Namjoon,” you said laughing when you couldn’t move at all anymore.

“We’ll have that fixed in a moment,” Namjoon assured you, but he was interrupted by Jungkook who came through the door just then.

He took a quick look at the three of you in bed before a grin spread across his face. A moment later he lay across you three, and you definitively had the feeling of being crushed and the fear of never being able to leave the bed again.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon groaned and pulled the youngest back to his feet. Taehyung and Jimin next to you stirred again and it seemed as if the hubbub had finally woken them both up. You seized the opportunity and released yourself from Taehyung’s grip. With a laugh you noticed the two men complaining about your sudden disappearance before you went out the door.

∞ ∞ ∞

A little later you all sat spread out on two cars and made your way to the shopping center. You remembered going there a few times. Especially at the beginning of college you liked to study in one of the cafés there, before you eventually withdrew into your own four walls. That’s why you felt a little nostalgic when Hoseok drove into the mall’s parking garage.

“I have the perfect store in mind where we can look for dresses,” Taehyung said, intertwining your hand with his and almost dragging you to the elevators. The store he meant looked more than fancy from the outside and you knew you would never have gone in there alone. You had always avoided such high-priced stores. So you were surprised when a lady, around her early sixties, came up to you and welcomed you.

“What may I help you with?” she asked and smiled at you. “I assume you are looking for a dress for the young lady here?”

You returned her smile and nodded, immediately a touch more relaxed as her warm and open nature swept over you. “Do you have anything special in mind?”

“Surprise us,” Namjoon said, winking at the lady. She giggled and made a waving hand movement in his direction before turning around and walking to the rows of dresses.

“Have you never been to balls before, Noona?” Jungkook asked, who brushed his hand over one of the dresses. He looked up when you didn’t respond straight away.

“Not really,” you dodged the subject and turned your gaze to the many different fabrics and styles as well. “Somehow it was never really my thing…”

“You’ll like this, trust us,” Jin joined in and gave you an encouraging smile. Before you could respond, the elderly lady came up to you, a dress in her arms that made her whole dainty figure sink under it.

“Here is the first dress, would you like to try it on?”

You took the dress from her with a smile and gently stroked over the soft fabric. It almost felt like water gliding through your fingers, so soft it was.

“The dressing rooms are over there,” the lady pointed out. As you stood in the spacious, separated rectangle, your heart was pounding up to your neck. You didn’t really know why, the nervousness of the evening ahead caught up with you. Your trying on dresses made the whole situation all too real.

You took one deep breath before you changed. You had to suppress a sigh when the soft fabric enveloped you and sat on you like a second skin. The dress was floor-length and had long sleeves, which were made of lace. When you straightened your shoulders, the only thing missing was to close the corset. A bit sceptical you examined yourself in the mirror. The dress looked noble in its pleasant dark blue and you were surprised how well it underlined your skin tone. Yet you could not shake the feeling that this was not the right dress for you.

You flinched when you were suddenly brought back by the lady’s voice. “Shall I help you tie up the dress?”

“Yes, please,” you said, quieter than you had planned, but she had heard you and drew the curtain aside and entered the dressing room quickly. She inspected how the dress fit you and a smile spread across her face.

“It fits very well,” she praised and tugged at the fabric here and there to check her statement once more. “The clasp is a bit tricky, especially on your own. But you have some lovely men to help you,” she laughed at you in the mirror. You gave a little laugh from yourself as you shyly lowered your gaze.

You felt her fingers on the back of the dress and you drew in the air in surprise as she pulled on the laces and you felt as if she was squeezing your chest a few inches tighter. She laughed at your stunned reaction. “I’m sorry, but this has to be tightened,” she apologized when she started tying the back of the dress. With every centimeter that she tightened the dress further, you felt your lung capacity drop.

“But breathing would still be nice,” you said breathlessly, pressing your hand to your hips to check how tight the corset of the dress was.

“But it’s worth it,” she said finally when she was finished and took a few steps backwards. “Turn once.” You complied with her request and she examined you thoroughly from head to toe. “Shall we see what the others say?”

She pushed the curtain to one side and you were surprised to see the men in front of you spread out on the sofas and armchairs. Their eyes were on you when they heard the sound of the curtain. For a moment no one said anything and you stepped nervously from one leg to the other. “So?” you asked, nervously chewing on your lower lip. To your surprise, it was Yoongi who stood up and came towards you. He put one hand on your waist and pulled you closer so he could whisper in your ear.

“As excellent as that dress looks, I’d much rather see you without it,” he breathed and you felt your heart accelerate. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and stared at the blond man. He grinned at you and you smiled back embarrassed. Your heart was beating as the others joined in to see the dress up close.

Jimin looked at you with narrowed eyes and mumbled something about that he would be right back. Confused, you looked after him and a few seconds later he came back to you with a dress in his arms. Wordlessly he held the dress out to you. “Thank you,” you said softly, still surprised by Yoongi’s statement and went back to the dressing room.

The lady helped you with the corset and took the dress back before leaving you alone again. With some restraint, your eyes fell on the flashy red fabric before you started to put it on. If you wouldn’t feel it yourself, you would find it impossible that the fabric was even softer and more comfortable on your skin than the dress before. This dress was also long, probably a bit too long, and lay close to your body. It did not feel uncomfortable at all. It was as if the cut supported and emphasized all your curves and concealed parts that you always looked at in the mirror with a slightly too stern look.

Your fingers stroked over the high slit on the side of the dress, which even reached all the way up your thigh. You bit your lower lip, unsure, as you looked at yourself in the mirror; you looked sexy. You felt sexy, too. But was the dress really appropriate for a ball with the work colleagues of the seven men?

One big plus, though, was that you could breathe. You never thought that was a criteria. Naive as you were, you’d assumed it was a given.

“What kind of suits do you wear?”, you heard the lady ask the seven men. “They have to match with the dress,” she added with a little laugh.

“Probably simple black,” explained Namjoon. “The focus is on her,” he added so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it.

You could feel the blush rise to your cheeks with Namjoon’s comment. The seven always made you feel like you were their center. And they never hesitated to let others know as well.

“Can I come in?” you heard the woman behind the curtain ask.

You answered yes to her question and she helped you fasten the clasp of the dress again. With her trained fingers, she straightened the sleeves of the dress so that your shoulders were exposed.

“Well, if the others don’t like that,” she said smiling, “then I don’t know.”

With your heart pounding, you stepped out of the dressing room. You had to refrain from laughing when you saw out of the corner of your eye how Jungkook’s jaw dropped. The other men also seemed speechless. Only Jimin had a grin on his lips and seemed more than satisfied with himself.

“Do you like it?” you still asked, though the men’s reaction gave enough answer.

“It’s perfect,” it came from several mouths at once and you had to laugh.

∞ ∞ ∞

Your feet ached after all that walking back and forth and exhausted you let yourself fall onto one of the benches. You were glad that the others took care of the bags and that you could at least still feel your arms. Jin had left to get food in one of the many restaurants of the mall a few minutes ago. The rest of you were sitting on two benches with a small plastic table between you. A bit restlessly you distributed your weight from one thigh to the other before you looked up.

“I have to go to the toilet, I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself and stood up. You were a bit confused when immediately Hoseok and Jimin jumped up with you and joined you. “The toilets are just over there,” you explained to them and pointed in the direction. “You don’t have to come with me.”

Hoseok shook his head disapprovingly. “We’re coming anyway.” His tone did not allow any further objections and you sighed. You were just hoping that they didn’t insist on going in the restroom with you. So you exhaled with relief when they assured you to wait right outside the door. If you needed anything, you should just call. For whatever reason you would need help in the bathroom.

The relatively large restroom was empty except for one woman who was standing in front of the mirror washing her hands. No David waiting for you in the ladies’ room. For a short moment the horrifying image came to your mind of David looking down at you from over one of the toilet cabins. You shivered and reached for the toilet paper. In the middle of the movement you paused as you listened to the sounds outside the cubicle.

You didn’t hear anything and that’s what made you wonder for a moment. Had you perhaps simply not heard it when the woman had left the restroom? You strained your ears further, but apart from your quiet breathing and the muffled noises in the mall, you could not hear anything. As quietly as possible, you put your clothes back on and flushed the toilet. The loud noise made you flinch.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Immediately you looked at the row of sinks directly opposite the toilet cubicles. Your heart was beating faster when you saw the woman who hadn’t moved in those few minutes. You tried not to let it show when you walked carefully to the sinks as well. You made sure to leave a few sinks free between you and the strange woman so that you were not standing right next to her.

When the cold water hit your hands you tried to watch the woman from the corners of your eyes. It was strange. It seemed as if she was just standing there. You didn’t want to stare and that she might even notice. But you were sure she wasn’t moving. Not at all.

You felt your own heartbeat in your throat as you turned off the water and reached for the paper for your hands when the woman suddenly started to speak.

“Are you Y/N?”

You stopped moving; you were completely frozen, your one hand still on the way to the paper dispenser. You took one deep breath before drying your hands as relaxed as possible. “Sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else,” you stammered. You were glad that you had turned your back on her and she could not see how your eyes had widened in horror.

“Are you sure? You fit the description perfectly,” said the woman and you had to suppress the need to turn 180 degrees immediately when you heard how close she suddenly was to you. She had come at least a few meters towards you.

Slowly you turned around and flinched imperceptibly when she stood not even one meter away from you.

“What description?” you said. Even though you didn’t touch the wall behind you, you could almost feel it in your back. It was like a barrier that trapped you and prevented you from escaping.

“David’s,” she said, making it sound as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And actually it should have been. You should have realised that David knew where you were at all times. That you were nowhere safe from him and that every moment, no matter how small, without the seven men, he took advantage of it.

You didn’t know what to say. All the words that formed in your head couldn’t get out of your mouth. Your tongue stuck to your palate and you were afraid to swallow it. Was such a thing even possible? To swallow your own tongue while being conscious? In any case, you felt as if the muscle would slip down your throat at any time and you would die miserably on the dirty floor tiles of a mall. But probably better than continuing to talk to the woman David sent.

“What do you want?” you managed to say. Your hands trembled and you clenched them into fists, hoping the woman wouldn’t notice.

The woman in front of you began to smile and a shiver ran down your back at the sight. The smile was crooked and… somehow not right. Something about her expression worried you and made your blood freeze in your veins. When you looked into her eyes, two lifeless eyes stared back at you.

“It’s best if you come with me,” she said and reached for your wrist. You could react just in time and turned to the side so that her hand reached for nothing.

“No,” you said and tried to push yourself past her, but her reaction speed was unbelievably fast. You felt a strong pressure on your shoulders when you were suddenly pushed backwards against the wall. All of your breath escaped on impact and your eyes closed for a moment with the pain that shot through your body.

“You stay right here,” growled the woman through clenched teeth. “Or do you want something to happen to her?”

This comment made your eyes flutter open. Speechless you looked at the woman and suddenly you were not so sure anymore whether you really had the woman in front of you or someone else. Someone you never wanted to see again.

“David?” you asked, and your voice was nothing more than a whisper. But the woman did not answer your question and grabbed your upper arms, hard. She squeezed the flesh between her firm grip and you wanted to scream. Your scream got stuck in your throat when the woman pushed you hard against the wall again.

“Hoseok, Ji-“ you wanted to shout but your cry for help was interrupted by something hard that hit your face. Your arm shot up and you grabbed your face and you were glad when you didn’t have blood on your fingers. Had that woman just elbowed you in the face?

With your eyes wide open, you stared at her.

“Call for help again and I’ll smash your face on the sinks over there so that you’ll never be able to call for help again,” she warned you with a growl.

You still held your cheek protectively, fearing the woman would strike again. “What did David mean when he said that something would happen to you?”

For a brief moment another emotion seemed to replace the distorted masquerade on her face. Fear. Pure panic was visible one moment and gone the next. Oh, God, the woman still seemed to be there, in her mind. She seemed to hear everything and could not fight back.

“Who knows, there are enough possibilities,” the woman explained to you in a monotone voice. “Maybe I’ll throw myself in front of a car right right outside the mall,” she started and looked almost thoughtfully to the side.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, even though the opposite was true. You didn’t know this woman, but you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Especially not because of you.

The woman looked back at you and for a moment she looked at you blankly. Then she closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again, tears welled up inside. “Please,” she suddenly begged and was shaken by sobs, “please, follow his instructions! I have a little daughter at home! I cannot die!” She pressed her hands to her mouth to muffle her sobs.

You felt your own tears burning in the corner of your eyes. You stood helplessly watching that woman. Hesitantly you raised one hand and wanted to calm her down. “Okay, I’m coming with you,” you admitted defeat. “There are two men at the door, we have to take another way.”

The sobbing stopped immediately. And so did the tears. The distorted grin reappeared as quickly as it had disappeared a few moments earlier. “There you go,” she said and her voice sounded anything but weepy and desperate.

Your heart stopped for a moment when you understood that it was all just an act. Acting or one of David’s techniques. You didn’t know which was worse. You didn’t even want to think about how much power David must have to control a person this much.

The woman grabbed your wrist and this time you were too stunned by the sudden change of emotion that you couldn’t react and avoid her. She clasped it tightly and pulled you towards a door that was next to the cubicles, probably leading to a staircase only used by employees. You struggled and braced yourself against her pull.

“Don’t make it harder than it is,” the woman commanded and pulled you closer to her with a jerk. You didn’t dare to call for help one more time. Her warning had burned itself into your head.

“Let me go,” you said just as forcefully, but you knew that the woman before you was much stronger than you.

“Stop it,” cried the woman as you grasped her hand with your free hand and tried to release her fingers from your wrist. She cried out as you pulled one of her fingers painfully upwards and you heard it crack loudly in the room. “You little bitch,” she screamed and released her grip around you.

You spun around and had your eyes firmly fixed on the exit door. But you didn’t get two feet before you felt two strong hands on your back pushing you forward. With a scream, you were hurled towards the sinks. You closed your eyes and all you heard was glass shattering and falling to the floor. You felt a stabbing pain in your forehead and palms, but you didn’t dare to open your eyes.

“Hey!”, a voice echoed loudly across the room and you flinched. “Not one step closer.” Hoseok. You wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the pain that ran through your body was too strong and paralyzed everything else.

“Baby,” you heard a voice close to you and suddenly a hand was on your cheek. Your eyes flew open and only now did you feel the tears running down your cheeks. “Let me see,” Jimin said softly and you concentrated on his dark hair that fell lightly into his eyes. His lips were pressed into a thin line as his gaze brushed across your face.

“Hobi-Hyung!” he yelled and a second later the brown-haired man knelt beside Jimin, his worried look lying on you. “She’s bleeding,” he said and you knew he must be right. One side of your face felt hot and wet and out of the corner of your eye you saw the blood dripping onto the floor tiles beneath to you.

“Tell the others, I’ll take care of her,” Hoseok said without taking his eyes off you.

You shook your head and immediately regretted it. A stabbing pain flashed through you and you squinted your eyes. “Don’t,” you spoke and Jimin paused in his movement as he stood up. “The woman, she was manipulated by David.”

“I knew it,” said Jimin, and Hoseok looked away in anger as well.

“No, wait,” you said, frustrated that they didn’t let you finish. Every minute counted if David would keep his warning. “He said he was going to hurt her.”

“What?” they both asked at the same time and you flinched as the loud voices echoed across the room and your head seemed to explode.

“Okay, Jimin,” said Hoseok as his gaze went from angry back to worried at your miserable sight. “Bring Yoongi here, tell the others to look for that woman.”

“But…,” Jimin tried to contradict him but Hoseok brusquely interrupted him.

“Go now!” The younger flinched at Hoseok’s stern tone of voice but followed the order and ran out of the restroom.

Hoseok jumped up and was back at your side a few seconds later, several layers of paper towels in his hand. You painfully grimaced as he began to dab the blood from your face. “Sorry,” he apologized and threw the red-soaked cloth aside. “Fuck, you’re bleeding so much,” he murmured before he dropped the paper from his hand and grasped your face with both hands. “This will hurt a little more at first than it does now, but this will help you. Do you trust me?” His thumbs gently brushed your cheeks. You could barely concentrate on his words as you felt the blood dripping again from the wound on your forehead.

You tried to nod, hoping that Hoseok would recognize it as such. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes. His one hand came away from your cheek and before you knew what he was about to do, he pressed his palm to the wound. You gritted your teeth but a painful sound still came out. However, the sharp pain was replaced a second later by a pleasant warmth. Your muscles relaxed and you felt your eyelids getting heavy so that you could hardly keep them open.

“It’ll be okay, princess,” you heard Yoongi’s voice next to you. “What happened, Hoseok?“ Your gaze fell briefly on Jimin, who stood awkwardly behind the other two men, his worried look directed at you.

The brown-haired man remained silent for a moment before he removed his palm from your forehead. The two men began to clean your blood-crusted face while Hoseok quickly told what had happened in the last few minutes.

“And the woman was definitely sent by David?” Yoongi asked as he picked up the remaining shards of glass so you wouldn’t get hurt. Hoseok examined your palms which were also bleeding.

“I’m sure I saw… him for a moment,” you said and flinched as Hoseok pulled a piece of broken glass from one of your hands. Immediately, a small pool of blood gathered in the palm of your hand. Hoseok stroked his thumb over it and you could see firsthand how the wound under his finger closed up. With your mouth slightly open, you watched the procedure in amazement.

“David certainly manipulated her, I could see it in her eyes, Yoongi,” Hoseok said and helped you up when all your wounds had healed. The only thing that remained was the slight pounding in your temples and your bones, which hurt.

“We have to find her,” you said and your voice sounded worried. “I can’t bear to think of David hurting her because of me.”

Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a look and you knew that they were not thrilled with the idea that you would remain in danger. “Please,” you added and the men sighed.

“Okay, come on, let’s go,” Yoongi said and together, you left the restroom. Immediately, the noise of the mall surrounded you and you tried to block out everything else around you and remember the face of the woman.

“There’s Namjoon and Jin,” said Hoseok and took you by the hand before you ran more than you walked and joined them.

When Namjoon saw you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. There was concern in his eyes, but most of all, you could see the blazing flames of rage behind his pupils.

“Where are the others?” Jimin asked, looking around.

“We split up,” Jin replied to Jimin’s question. Namjoon was still frozen and carefully raised one hand before he let his fingers brush over your hair.

“Are you in pain,” he asked.

You shook your head and Namjoon exhaled in relief. It seemed as if that was his biggest worry. He lowered his hand again and looked at you for a moment before he averted his gaze and scanned his surroundings.

Your eyes also searched through the hundreds of faces of people who were in the mall that Saturday. Always in fear of seeing David’s face in the crowd at any moment. You began to walk together in one direction and look for the woman. But it was like a needle in a haystack.

“She was talking about letting herself be run over by a car,” you noted as you recalled the scene in the bathroom and the men stopped. “Maybe we should look outside?”

You had just expressed your suspicion when your gaze fell on a figure a few stories up, going up one of the escalators. You immediately recognized her as the woman “There!” you shouted, pointing to the woman who had just arrived on the top floor at that moment.

“I’ll call Jungkook,” said Jimin, and a second later held the phone to his ear. As you sprinted to the elevator, Jimin explained to Jungkook where the woman was. You could hardly stand still while you waited for the elevator. Nervously, you bit your lower lip as you watched the orange light above the elevator doors and breathed a sigh of relief when the doors finally opened.

The ride up went much too slowly in your opinion, but you knew that the dozens of different escalators up would take longer. Still, it was worse for you to just wait without moving.

You were the first to push your way through the opening elevator doors and stormed towards the railing where you saw the woman. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw how Jungkook was already there and you watched him calmly stretch his arms towards the woman and apparently talk to her.

His eyes fell to the side and he saw you. “Thank God you are here,” he sighed in relief and quickly turned his gaze back to the woman.

You felt a sickness in your stomach when you noticed how the woman pressed her back against the railing and clasped it firmly with one hand. Even from a distance, you could see her knuckles turning white with effort.

“Don’t come any closer,” she warned you when she noticed your arrival. Her eyes fell again on Jungkook who was still trying to calm her down. “And especially not you.”

Yoongi next to you frowned. “What happened?” He had addressed the question to Jungkook, but it was the woman who answered hysterically.

“Whatever is wrong with him, don’t let him come any closer. He just appeared suddenly, as if out of nowhere,” she explained and stretched a shaky index finger in the direction of the youngest.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon asked and he didn’t have to elaborate further on what his request to the blond one was.

But Yoongi frowned and strained his eyebrows while he focused his gaze on the woman. Astonished, he took a step forward and immediately the woman screamed out.

“Stay away, I said!” To your horror you watched the woman support herself with both hands on the railing and lifted herself up on it.

“Yoongi!” Namjoon exclaimed, but the man shook his head in frustration.

“David’s manipulation is too strong,” Yoongi explained and turned his gaze towards Namjoon.

“Hey,” whispered Taehyung, who had also appeared next to you. He protectively put a hand on your hip and pulled you tight against him. But even that didn’t bring you any relaxation when you cast your gaze firmly on the desperate woman a few meters away from you. Tears ran down her cheeks and had already soaked her top, which left dark spots on the fabric.

You released yourself from Taehyung’s grip and took a cautious step forward. When the woman didn’t yell at you, you became more courageous and took another step forward so that you stood right next to Jungkook.

“We only want to help you,” you tried to calm the woman, but she looked at you with a mixture of hatred and despair.

“If you had wanted to help me, you would have come with me,” hissed the woman, “now it’s too late.”

“It’s not too late for anything,” said Namjoon softly, who had also stepped to your side. His posture was similar to Jungkook’s, his palms stretched forward as well. “We can help you.”

Suddenly, it became very quiet. Her sobs fell silent and tears stopped flowing. Her eyes fell on you and for a moment she looked at you silently before a little smile spread across her face. “Best regards from David,” she said before she let herself fall backwards into the deep. Your shrill scream echoed through the whole mall.

Written 2019-2021. Do not copy, translate or repost without permission.

I’m so sorry you had to wait so long for this (and about this cliffhanger)! I’m in my last semester in college right now so I have to concentrate on graduating (and I’m kinda terrified). The next few weeks will be quite stressful but I have another fuckboy!Yoongi (soulmate au) story planned and will post the first chapter in a few days! As always, I hope you liked this chapter and every feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you have an amazing start into this week! 💜

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mythicamagic · 3 years

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#44 please

44: a kiss on the navel.

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"Cannonball!"

Leaping into open air and wrapping both arms around tucked up knees, Kagome plummeted straight into deep water. Sinking like a stone for a moment, she then straightened out and kicked towards glittering sunlight above. Surfacing, she took in a few breaths, turning to grin in Sesshoumaru's direction.

Who seemed newly soaked, bangs plastered against his cheeks.

"O-oh, did I get you?" she blinked.

"Hn," he lifted wet hair away from flat eyes.

"Well we're already in a pool, suck it up," Kagome giggled, sticking out her tongue to provoke him. It had the desired effect. Sesshoumaru began swimming through the water.

"What did you just say to me?" he rumbled.

Shrieking with glee, she paddled to the far side of the pool. Luckily the waterfall was secluded in Inuyasha Forest and far from any footpaths. They typically used it to bathe but today an air of playfulness had entered Kagome, so she'd invited him there instead of their usual cave. Clad in nothing but her birthday suit, she dove underwater to try and evade him, kicking her legs madly.

Sinful hands glided under her ribs, sharp nails pricking skin- and Kagome started, pausing mid-stroke. Silver stands wafted around her like celestial reeds beneath the water. The demon swam close underneath her, managing to do so backwards.

The spirited feeling in her heart seemed to have transferred to him, as golden eyes smiled with playfulness.

Sometimes he's an enigma, but others...he's just like anyone else.

Kagome cupped his cheek and smiled, brushing noses with him, before having to pull away and surface, lungs burning. As she coughed and sputtered, droplets rolling down her face and drenched hair curling around her, Sesshoumaru joined her. Unlike the wheezing miko, he appeared unruffled.

"A human's lung capacity is pitiful," he snorted.

"Not all of us can have secretly huge lungs due to our true forms being a giant inu youkai," Kagome snarked. Drawing closer, she inwardly preened as his hands found her waist again.

It was like a gravitational pull. She'd find herself unable to resist, revelling in the warmth radiating from striped, bare skin. He was both sleek yet built, cruel yet kind, and attentive but guarded. Claws skimmed her waist, falling lower to brush her hips and then proceeded to cup a handful of her ass. His handsome face lowered to hers, lips inches away.

"Kagome!"

Jolting and causing the water to thrash, she levelled a wide-eyed look over at the far trees. The call had been hard to hear due to the proximity of the falls, but that voice was mistakable. She hadn't taken into account a Demon Slayer's tracking skills.

"T-that was Sango's voice."

Sesshoumaru looked annoyed, drifting backwards slightly. "Get rid of her," he muttered, before smoothly slipping beneath the deep blue waters and disappearing.

Kagome tried to make herself look busy by ringing out her hair and not looking too guilty of anything when Sango finally stepped out from some bushes. Her son was tied to her back, gurgling.

"Ah hello, Kagome. I thought I'd find you at the hot springs instead of here?"

She smiled and waved a hand dismissively. "Felt like a dip in something colder. What's up?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to join Miroku and I when we leave to visit Kohaku tomorrow. I've been so busy with the children and you've been- distracted elsewhere, quite often it seems," her brows drew together worriedly. "So we haven't had a chance to talk. I hope that things with Inuyasha aren't what's causing you to leave the village so much."

I've been that obvious?

"N-no! Nothing's wrong, you don't need to be concerned. I'm just getting back into nature," she forced a smile. "Since I'm staying here in the Fuedal Era, I need to know everything about herbs. Long treks in the forest are just what's needed."

Sango looked unconvinced. "If you say so..."

Blue eyes strayed down to the open waters beneath her feet, hoping Sesshoumaru was alright. "A-anyway, about visiting Kohaku..." it was hard to scramble for an excuse.

"I think you should come," Sango said firmly. Kagome fell silent, watching the demon slayer with mild surprise. "Even if you say nothings wrong, I can tell something is going on with you. A break from routine would do you some good."

"I-it would?" her attention stayed to air bubbles starting to surface near her left side.

When her friend gave a stubborn nod, Kagome's face fell into a beleaguered expression. "Kaede might need me to stay-"

"Kaede has Rin to help her, and pretty much the rest of the village at her beck and call."

Caught, Kagome glanced at building air bubbles, shifting to try and cover them. "Okay, okay!" she burst, nodding enthusiastically. "I'll do it."

Relief and joy brightened Sango's eyes. "Wonderful! You should walk back with me to pack any supplies you might need."

"Ah...I'll finish up here first. Go ahead without me, I'll catch up!"

This seemed to satisfy her friend enough to turn and leave. The second she was gone Kagome whirled around and started frantically whispering; "Sesshoumaru! You can come back up!"

Not seeing any pale, naked Daiyoukais swim up, worry started to churn within her gut like a tempest. Maybe he was all talk and actually did need air just as often as a human? In which case, he was likely struggling!

"That stubborn jerk," she muttered, about to dive headfirst into the wide pool- until a familiar sensation of a mouth caressed the chilled flesh of her navel. Lurching 3 feet into the air, Kagome shrieked.

Sesshoumaru surfaced, shamefully forced to suck in a few breaths. He arched a brow, "you took some time."

She calmed, placing a hand over her racing heart. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I couldn't wrap up the conversation naturally enough to make her leave earlier."

He hummed calmly, drifting closer. "No matter. We have all the time in the world now..." greedy hands reached for her again. Kagome forced herself to pull back, despairing at the confusion that flashed momentarily on his face.

"Actually, to get her to leave quicker I had to agree to something. I'll be visiting Kohaku with her," she sighed. "It takes four days to travel there, so I guess...I might be gone a little while."

Comforting warm fires were snuffed out within his eyes. Sesshoumaru wiped his face of all expression. "I see," he said in a clipped tone.

Kagome's shoulders fell as she trod water, feeling like the mood had been well and truly killed. She didn't want to be clingy and didn't expect anything of him, so she forced herself not to ask if he wanted her to say. Kagome was no doormat, she could refuse to go along with what Sango suggested. And yet...a part of her felt interested to know what his reaction would be. Would he become frustrated from the lack of sex and seek out someone else? Somehow, she found herself doubting that possibility, despite her history of insecurity. Why remained to be seen.

Drawing away and swimming towards the rocks where she'd stashed her supplies, Kagome mused that she could visit Totosai while travelling. These thoughts were cut off as an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back against a strong chest. Freezing, her attention slid over one shoulder, wondering at his tight grip and thin, displeased lips.

"...You will become frustrated if you go too long without sufficient pleasure. I will tend to you before you leave."

Kagome searched his face, relief touching her features as she slid both arms around his neck, bringing their chests flush against one another.

"I-I guess it'll stave off the loneliness too."

It won't stop me from missing you, wanting you, she thought, a little alarmed by her impending sense of dread. What the heck have you done to me, Sesshoumaru?

#sesskag #Sesshoumaru x Kagome

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bxthharmon · 4 years

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. III || JJ Maybanks x Reader

Words: 2336

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: Underage drinking / fighting / gun

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: Y/N is introduced to keggers and high speed boat chases in John B’s quest for treasure.

A/N: Okay so i’ve got like half of this series drafted, so updates shouldn’t be toooooooo slow. let me know if u wanna be tagged!!

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

A kegger was both exactly what you thought it would be. It was full of booze, bad dancing and bad flirting, which was just about the only thing all teenagers had in common. You were laughing at something Pope was saying (some joke about dead bodies farting?) when Kiara interrupted you.

“What the hell is she doing here?” she nodded towards Sarah, who was sat on a tower, while Topper dried to persuade her to get down.

“Sarah?” you asked, thinking of how the two of you had been hanging out everyday until you met the pogues. “What’s wrong with Sarah?”

Before Kiara could respond, JJ shushed her, explaining that something had gone on between the two, and therefore never to ask in front of Kiara, earning him a middle finger.

You looked between the two girls, frustrated that your only two girl friends on the island hated each other. Kie wandered off, muttering about ‘pretentious kooks’, leaving JJ to ask you what was wrong.

“Sarah was my first friend here, we were hanging out like, every day until I met you guys. Just my luck that Kie hates her, right?” You sighed, leaning backwards onto him, and he wrapped an arm around your waist. “I get that y’all hate the kooks, I mean I don’t get on with rich people either, but Sarah was really nice to me, and she was fun. Why can’t her and Kie get on?”

JJ sighed, kissing your temple, “C’mon, let’s just go get wasted.”

You followed through with that plan. You and JJ must have had three blunts between you, and way too much alcohol.

At some point, you left JJ’s side and ended up sitting down with Kie, talking about him.

“What the hell is going on with you and JJ?”

“Nothing.”

“C’mon Y/N, you know that’s bullshit.”

“Look, Jay stays at my house every few days, and we’re close, that’s it.”

“Jay? He never lets anyone call him Jay. Y/N, the only reason he stays at John B’s is because they’ve been friends since 3rd Grade. He doesn’t sleep around people’s houses or invite them out with us unless he’s fully invested in the relationship, and that takes a lot with him. You can’t pretend there’s nothing there!”

“Okay…” you sighed, “yeah like, he keeps on pulling shit, and, like, making me think he likes me, but he hasn’t kissed me or anything! I mean, how do I take that?”

“He’s scared of fucking up. Look, he’s been through shit, him and his dad don’t get on, and he’s seen so many broken relationships, he wants to get it right with you.”

“Ya think?” you smiled to yourself.

“Hell yeah!” she laughed, “He’s batshit crazy over you!”

You grinned. “I don’t know man, and my dad’s like super anti-boys right now, and I’m scared this is all gonna go to shit, you know? Like, I got shit goin’ on at home,” she nodded, “like, my dad’s job is barely paying the bills and we gotta pay moving fees and shit as well, I’m gonna have to find a job so we don’t go under.”

“Hey, my dad’s always short on waiters at the Wreck, I’ll ask him to add you to the rotor.”

“Kie, you’re a lifesaver!”

You hadn’t been paying attention to your surroundings, and it was only when a crowd started gathering that you got up to investigate, pulling Kie with you.

You fought your way to JJ’s side, watching as Topper dunked John B under the waves. You went to intervene, but JJ pulled you back, muttering something like “I got this.”

Next thing you knew, there was a gun to Topper’s head.

People were screaming, JJ was saying something to Topper, but all you could focus on was how much of an impulsive idiot that boy was. You felt numb, only reacting properly when he fired shots into the air. One, two.

You pulled the gun off him, not caring where it landed, and pounded into his chest, screaming at him for being an idiot, for being impulsive, for not thinking. He started to argue, but seeing the tears streaming down your face and how worked up you were, he pulled you in, cradling your head and shushing you, murmuring apology after apology. You stood there, consumed in his scent, as he held you.

At some point, when the beach was near empty, he pulled away, and you walked slowly, hand in hand, until you reached your house. “Wanna stay over?” you offered. He nodded, quiet, almost in shock, about what he’d done. You unlocked the door, pulled off your shoes, and crept up the stairs.

“Does anybody know how to dive?” Kiara asked, looking around. “Anybody?”

“It’s kind of a kook sport.” JJ pointed out.

“I read about it.” offered Pope, and you shook your head, exasperated.

“Great,” you mocked, “Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die.”

“Look you put the thing in your mouth and breathe,” JJ motioned, “how hard could it be?”

“Well if you come up too fast nitrogen gets in your blood and you get the bends.” Pope said.

“I watched some David Attenborough documentary in 5th Grade about fishers in, like, Malaysia getting the bends.” You added, “It was weird.”

“Bends,” JJ said, “Like bend over and-” he was giving you a full view of his ass.

“The bends kill you.” you clarified.

“Right.”

“I’ll dive.” you offered.

“Since when can you dive?” Kie asked.

“I don’t know, since I watched a documentary in 5th Grade?” you sighed.

“Y/N,” JJ shook his head, “You’re not diving.”

You glared at him, but didn’t fight.

“I’ll dive.” John B offered.

“I’m cool with that.” JJ shrugged.

Pope explained to John B where and when he needed to stop, so you pulled your top off and dived into the water to mark the spot.

Upon your entry, Kie asked “What was that about?”

“I don’t know,” JJ raised his eyebrows, “But I liked it. A lot.”

Kie smacked his leg, and he laughed, watching your entry spot.

“When you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold,” JJ held up the little stick, “You stick this thing inside and you twist and pull.”

“Stick in, twist, pull.” John B affirmed.

You surfaced, swimming back to the boat, the boys looking over as JJ helped you out of the water. “I tied my t-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down so you know where to stop.”

John B nodded, pulling the gear on and getting ready to dive. You watched as Kie kissed John B’s cheek before he went down, and you nudged her as she walked back. You gave her a questioning look and she shrugged, a bashful look adorning her.

“If you don’t ask, I won’t ask about you and JJ.” she bargained, and you watched as JJ’s head popped up at the sound of his name.

“There’s nothing to ask about.” you smirked. “Hey.” you nodded to the approaching boat, “Isn’t that the police? Let me do the talking.”

You walked to JJ and Pope, JJ wrapping his arm around your shoulders in an attempt to be chill. Pope tied the boats together.

“Evening, Officer.” You greeted, Time for a light flirt, just enough to make him like you.

“Do I know you?” Shoupe asked you.

“Nah,” you shook your head, crossing your arms so your boobs pushed together slightly. “Just moved from LA, two weeks ago.”

“Well how are you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?”

“It is?” you asked, feigning innocence. Small bash of the eyelashes. “Why?”

“Conducting a search, a boat went down. See anything?”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’, “We’ll let ya know if we do.”

“Where’s your friend that you always hang with? Is he here?”

“Working.” you explained, smiling happily up at him.

“I’m gonna check your little boat out.” he stood up.

“Sure,” you cleared the way, ignoring the way JJ was watching you interact with the officer.

He picked up a life jacket, “Y’all got another one of these?”

“‘Course,” you shrugged, “in the hold, Show ‘im.” you beckoned to JJ, who obliged, opening up the hold.

“A’ight.” Shoupe nodded, standing on the edge of the boat, looking down to where John B was due to appear. You all shared a glance. “A’ight.”

“We’ll let ya know if we see anythin’, Officer.” you smiled again. “And we’ll be on our way out soon, Sir.”

“Yes, you will.” the boat pulled away.

As soon as the boat was gone, you all leaned over the side.

“He’s definitely out of air.” Pope reminded you all.

As if summoned, he broke the surface, and the four of you made a collective sigh of relief.

“How’d it go down there?” JJ asked. “Find anything?”

“Did I find anything?” John B laughed, pulling out a duffel bag as he hoisted himself out.

“There we go!” JJ grinned, taking the bag, “that’s my boy!”

“You okay?” Kie asked.

“I ran out of air.” John B said. Pulling himself into the boat.

“Yeah the cops were up here but, uh, turns out Y/N knows how to lie pretty fuckin’ well.” Pope explained.

“Yeah, you kinda missed the show, brother.” JJ agreed, winking at you.

“Jeez, chill,” you rolled your eyes, “It’s just practice.” JJ raised an eyebrow.

“Hey guys,” Kie called, “Guys, bogey, two o’clock.”

You looked up, “Y’all recognise that boat?”

“Never seen it.” Kie looked back at you. “What are they doing back here? The marsh is closed.”

“I don’t know, but let’s not stick around to find out.” JJ reasoned.

“Should we wait on them?”

“No, we’re not gonna wait on them!”

JJ pulled in the anchor, yelling not to wait for him, and John B began to steer away, everyone talking at once.

“Are they coming for us?

“Maybe they’re fishing.”

“Go, go, go, go!”

“Into the marsh!”

“Let’s go!”

“I’m going, act natural.”

You watched as the boat followed you into the marsh.

“They’re following.” You pointed out. “JB, hurry the fuck up.”��

“I am!” came the response.

The boat sped up. “Dude is that a fucking gun?” you shouted, and suddenly JJ was on top of you, pulling you down as a gunshot fired.

“Shit! John B, get down!”

“Oh my God we’re gonna die!”

You rolled out from under JJ, ignoring his efforts to grab you, taking a rope and net off Kie. You stood up, ignoring the shouts from your friends as you worked your way past John B to the sturn and threw the rope and net out, behind the boat, stopping the boat behind you. Breathing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling JJ grab you, checking for blood before crushing you in a hug.

He didn’t break contact until you were on solid ground, standing around the bag, waiting for John B to open the bag.

“Can you please just open the bag?” Pope yelled.

“Jeez, Pope, that was a rare outburst of emotion.” JJ mocked.

“Okay, you guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” he groaned. “Just open the bag. We almost died over this.”

You all watched intently as John B pulled a bag from the bag, and then a waterproof container from that bag, and finally a compass from that. Disappointed, you stepped back.

“Oh wow,” You snarked, “Yup, that’s about right. Good job, everybody, we found a compass.” You noticed how John B kept staring at the compass, and sighed. “Dude, what? It’s not worth anything.”

“This was my father’s.” he murmured.

Now, perhaps it was the fact that you hadn’t spent the last nine months dealing with the fact that John B’s father was missing, but you felt out of place amongst your friends’ reactions.

You settled into the sand, arm touching JJ’s, and feet thrown out below you.

“Something about hanging out with you and your friends seems to be getting me in trouble.” you sighed, not noticing the way he gazed at you, adoration painted onto his features.

“Blame JB.” he reasoned.

“You say that like you’re not the biggest trouble-maker in that group.” you giggle, and he smirked.

“Nah, I don’t know what you’re on about, man.” he smirked.

“Jay, did you just call me ‘man’?” you laughed.

“Maybe.” he looks at you again, watching you laugh. You roll your head to look at him, your nose millimetres away from his. In the dark, the only details he can make out are your out line and the glitter in your eyes, shining with glee.

You take each other in, basking in the moment, John B’s drama and your thoughts and fears dissipating, however momentarily. He reached up, slowly, and took a strand of hair, tucking it loosely behind your ear. He watches how your silhouette moves, and he can picture your blush. You blink, the shine of your eyes disappearing for a split second. He watches you turn your face back to the sky, pointing up.

“That’s Cassiopeia.” you point out the ‘W’ shape in the sky.

“I’ve heard of that.” JJ murmurs, feeling your body shake with laughter beside him.

“The vain queen.” you sighed. “She boasted of her beauty, and in his anger, the God Poseidon condemned her kingdom to attacks by, like, water nymphs or something? To end the attacks, she sacrificed her daughter, Andromeda, who was saved by the God Perseus. They married, and at their wedding, one of Andromeda’s suitors tried to claim her back, but was turned to stone by the head of Medusa, which Perseus used to kill the suitor. Cassiopeia and King Cepheus didn’t close their eyes, so in light of their death, they were made to hang in the sky.”

“How the hell do you know that?” JJ chuckled, and you laughed.

“I don’t even know.” you smiled. “And that’s the Big Dipper, or Ursa Major. And that one there is Orion.” You looked back at JJ, “What?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Tags: @tangledinsparkles @jellyfishbeansontoast @lolitstiana @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @teamnick

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It was new, Muukun was learning like PChan had to learn about humans. No one was the same, though his secretions worked really well with persons of shy natures or even-better for randy folk, he didn't want Muu to be so delirious in pleasure that was forced from his subconsciousness, though he believed it may help the other man, PChan hummed as he settled on the human's bed. Arms cradling one of his the many plush dolls as he thought in wonder in what the other had in mind for their first time being a little more handsy.

The shower was running so Pchan stayed far away from the killer liquid and instead stared around the others room. Taking in their bedding, the set up of tables, the bookshelves and things of many interests that Muu had. It was a slow process, but soon enough, Muu was here! PChan's mood easily heightened with his grin growing, no unease shown as he had a feeling that Muu muu would be nervous to heck in a way that was mostly noted in how he rambles with a fixated topic.

"Muu! C'mere." Hand pats the bed next to him, though he uncurls from the seat he was in to sit up and place the plush right where he got it. "I have an idea." He clapped a set of hands, fingers easing off his own shirt in a swift fwoosh, so that his secondary arms could ooze from his ribs and stretch into use. "Trust me, trust me." He grinned away, reaching for Muu's hands, to tug the male closer, and not so much next to him but over his lap. Pchan flopped backwards, hands on the human's hips over towel and the other set stroking at Muu's wrist and hand. "Like this, so you don't feel trapped. You can do whatever you want and I'll do what you ask, okay?" Though for now, Pchan's legs hung off the edge with a light stretch in his thighs and his smile parted with pride at his decision.

"I don't know how to be slow - so I will be learning too, but you can tell me to stop with a big no, anytime. I'll listen." He nodded with a firm one, before he softened up with a memory he refused to think about at current. Thus, his hands were already tugging away the towel his friend wore to toss aside. "Naked is fun, no shame, Muukun is pretty and handsome and perfect. Promise." Pchan was already nude after all from the waist down, his shirt was the last thing to be removed.

With a duo set of hands, he gently took hold of Muu's shoulders to tug the human down so he could hold him, nude to nude. Hands on his spine, in his hair, nape and hip. "No shame, no shame. Only fun and learning together... okay? Exploring is fun!"

For someone as attentive and thoughtful as himself, it was somewhat worrying how he managed to make it to the age of twenty four before learning about different kinds of drain fixtures that a tub could be adjusted to have. Likely no other man his age had to go through the necessary steps to have the completely uncovered without a stopper style tub drain he had with one completely with the teeniest, tiny holes only water could pass through. As much as he made peace with the fact that the irrational fear he held over monsters sneaking into his bathroom via the tub was very much so an example of a teenager's hold on imagination running too wild, he still didn't want to risk his chances by being in such a vulnerable state as taking a shower nonetheless.

All day had been grossly sticky from the overcast of humidity and passing storms in neighboring areas that even just a day out shopping with an alien at his side made him feel in need of a good wash. Any thought to bring in clothes with him as he took in with him an ordinary plain blue towel was completely overtaken by the decision to relocate the friendly, but still fear inducing pooch into a sectioned off part of the living room for neither pet or friend to get into any unruly situations with him preoccupied with washing up.

His time spent drenched under cool, but not entirely cold water only lasted roughly fifteen minutes as any longer and he was at risk of either boredom, or too deep into some fictional narrative he was conducting from behind a space themed shower curtain. Hair had been thoroughly cleaned and rinsed with honeysuckle scented shampoo and body wash instead of his usual due to that particular scent being out of stock during his latest shopping trip. It had taken him a truthful period of half an hour to just to settle on the replacement be finally decided on as he perhaps dancing around in indecisiveness would somehow make his routine fall back into place.

He'd at least found that it balanced better with his other light scented products to not make him completely overwhelmed with different senses going off at one time. That, and the bottle was beautifully decorated with not only flowers, which he enjoyed to some extent, but with his favorite color yellow as well. Soaping up and clearing away the accumulated suds took twice as long as the time dedicated to the locks upon his head did. By then, at least he'd known he was far less clammy with the salty residue left behind by the copious amounts of sweat that layered itself over him throughout the day.

That alone had him feeling much more comfortably set in his own skin, and ready to spend time alongside his friend yet again. Each second spent trailing back to his room to slip on a clean pair of underwear and some shorts was spent suggesting different things he and the other would do between themselves, such as the things he'd maybe show off to them, or games he'd suggest giving a shot seeing as very few times did he have the opportunity to play a boardgame that wasn't single-player.

Those ideas were more than thrown out the exact second he bypassed through his door to find a Pchan in a completely unexpected state than when he'd left him. He knew he had been very persistent in his reassurances that he was comfortable getting to know more about the parts of the alien he had never taken the time to know in the earlier years in his friendship, but he didn't expect that to translate into seeing multiple limbs and an exposed lower region all at once. It was incredibly bold of the other to say the least; however, it was a bit too much so that it started the already easily shaken smaller of the two.

While emotionally he may have been experiencing a lot of conflicted and intimated feelings all at once at not only witnessing his friend stark before him, but from then having to reciprocate that same level of nakedness seconds later as be walked over to the bed as directed, he logically was more aware of himself to know his safety was not in any way compromised with Pchan of all people guiding him into something similar they'd already done days earlier.

Of course that didn't necessarily make his chest beat any less erratic, or his hands attempt to nervously situate themselves into a spot. Uncertain, he maneuvered them in such a way where they first began at his front, shielding himself from being seen, or brushed over in any way. Soon, however, at the genuinely affection being shown to him by the appendages at his back, hair, neck, and midsection in manners that only provided him comfort and safety, he tried to return the favor by some means. One hand went to gently run fingers through the aliens hair, while the other simply ran itself very lightly up and down the other's back for some support of his own.

"Ah.. How.. how did Pchan know what the next step was? To holding?"

#nvrcmplt

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered | (6/7)

Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered Summary: Jan is in love with her French pen pal, Nicky. Her roommate, Crystal, is in love with her best friend, Gigi. A (perhaps ill-thought out) plan emerges: give Nicky a reason to visit by inviting her to Crystal and Gigi’s wedding. With a month to pull the scheme together, no one knows how this will end up. Word Count: ~3k (this chapter) / ~17.4k (total) Relationship(s): Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode Rating: E

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Jan rubbed her eyes, trying to dislodge whatever had gotten caked in there overnight, then pushed herself out of bed and made herself walk towards the kitchen. She put on her glasses and saw Crystal cooking breakfast – so she took off her glasses and put them on again to make sure she was seeing that correctly. “You’re up bright and early,” she observed.

“Is that weird?” Crystal asked, feigning innocence because the answer was obvious. Especially since she couldn’t look Jan in the eye and started shifting her weight from one leg to the other. That went on for about twenty seconds before she broke. “Okay, okay. It’s just… Gigi spent the night.”

That didn’t clear anything up for Jan, who waited for a further explanation. When she didn’t get one, she pointed out, “Gigi spends the night all the time, we both know she’s very comfortable with that. I mean… She practically lives here.”

She huffed because now she had to get into specifics. “No, but it was different this time. We… you know…” instead of outright saying it, she made a ‘v’ with her fingers and flicked her tongue between them.

“Oh please, you can just say you fucked,” Jan said, only for it to hit her a beat later. “Oh my god, you guys fucked?” Her eyes went wide and she bounced excitedly. “Wait, wait, wait. What does that mean for you guys now? Are you gonna be a thing? Is she still here?”

Crystal blinked. “How can you breathe when you’re talking so fast?” She turned back to finish cooking, then plated the food. “She’s taking a shower… I don’t know what this means for us,” she sighed. “The whole thing started because she said we weren’t convincing when we kissed for the photos. Maybe she thought we needed to explore our physical chemistry so we can use it better.”

Jan put her hand over her mouth and giggled. “I’m sorry, but that sounds like a line,” she told her, moving around the kitchen island to pour herself coffee. “Which, I mean, is good for you, because it means she was looking for an excuse to feel you up,” she added, bumping her hip against Crystal’s.

“That’s what I said! But she swore we just needed to be super convincing or it’d ruin our whole plan.”

She quirked her brow and snickered. “You believed that?”

Crystal looked down, pushing a forkful of her omelet into her mouth. “I mean… Why would she make that up? That doesn’t make any sense.” She looked back up, eyes meeting her roommate’s incredulous expression. “What?”

Jan was about to scream, her eyes ready to pop out of her head. If it was obvious to her, it was damn near bewildering that Crystal couldn’t pick up on it. This wasn’t some cute, subtle flirting, like the kind they had been trying to master this whole time – this was as close to an outright declaration of affection that someone like Gigi would get. “I don’t know, Crystal,” she answered with pointed sarcasm, “lying to people we like seems to be the norm here, let’s think this through a little bit.”

Luckily for Crystal, she didn’t get a chance to think too hard. Before she could reply, Gigi exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, another wrapping up her hair. She looked at the other two girls, blissfully unaware of the bubbling tension between the two roommates. “Hi Jan,” she greeted, at least realizing she had walked in on the middle of a conversation, and added, “I’m gonna go get dressed,” before disappearing into Crystal’s bedroom.

Crystal exhaled once Gigi left and waited for her heart to return to its normal speed. She hated that even though she knew the other girl hadn’t heard anything, her mere presence made her chest tighten. Even after all that had happened the night before, she had the feeling of walking on eggshells around Gigi whenever the subject of her feelings was approached. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Not to sound like the world’s biggest hypocrite, but you could talk to her about it,” Jan suggested gently. She imagined life was a lot easier for people who weren’t afraid to say how they feel, to just open their hearts up and speak their mind without fear of repercussion. It must be nice. Completely unrealistic, but nice.

Unsurprisingly, Crystal scoffed at the mere suggestion. “If talking about things was plausible, we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.”

Jan sighed and leaned against the counter. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.” She exhaled deeply and looked out the window. “God, we’re pretty fucking useless. Almost makes it hard to believe that graduation’s at the end of the week,” she mused. “When’s your family due in?”

“Day before the ceremony, so Friday. Means we got two whole days of peace and quiet before we have to deal with them,” Crystal explained between bites. But then she abruptly stopped, eyes going wide. “Oh fuck, what’re we gonna do about the… everything?”

Before Jan could answer, Gigi – now fully dressed – rejoined them, naturally noticing the horror in Crystal’s expression before anything else. “What’s wrong?”

“We failed to account for Crystal’s family flying out here in the midst of all of this,” Jan told her. “So we’re either going to have to clue them in, avoid mentioning anything entirely, or let her conservative parents think she’s about to marry a girl they’ve met… what, twice?”

Crystal nodded to confirm Jan’s answer. “I think the second one is our best chance, probably the easiest one too.” She strummed her fingers against the plate, lips pursed and brows furrowed. “Gigi, you need to tell your mom not to say anything, they’ll still probably want to say hi to you guys.”

Gigi shrugged. “Sure, but I don’t think she’s planning on going to the ceremony, so I dunno when she’d see them anyway.”

“I’m just covering our asses!” Crystal snapped, causing both of the other girls to take a surprised, cautious step backward. She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “Look, my parents are… They’re trying. But it’s still a work in progress. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible.”

Jan and Gigi moved back to Crystal, gently holding her from either side. “Everything is going to be fine,” Jan said with a certainty she’d been lacking for the entirety of their plan. But it was different, avoidable, and they weren’t going to let it ruin such an important day. “We’re not gonna let anything ruin this, I promise.”

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Jan and Crystal, like the rest of their graduating class, were seated in alphabetical order, keeping them apart for the duration of the ceremony. They texted each other, and both Jan and Gigi made sure to reassure Crystal that there was nothing to worry about. And as they sat and listened to speech after speech, things felt increasingly calm, to the point that they were both able to walk across the stage with their heads held high.

And when they tossed their caps in the air, they felt free. The past four years had been a tough, enduring chapter in their lives, but a fun one as well. It also helped to have one less thing on their plate with Nicky’s visit and the ‘wedding’ around the corner.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Gigi beamed when she finally caught up with the two of them after weaving through the crowd of graduates and their families. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Crystal answered. “I don’t see why they had to hold this so damn early.”

Jan frowned sympathetically. “She didn’t get a chance to get her coffee,” she clarified to Gigi. “Honestly, I’m just happy it’s all done. Gonna miss a lot of it but like… I’m not rushing back any time soon.”

“Yeah? Not going for that MFA?” Gigi asked, absentmindedly looping her arm around Crystal’s waist.

“Not now, at least,” she shrugged. “Gonna see how far I can get with this before I sign myself up for more school.” As she spoke, she felt her phone vibrate in her purse, then fished it out and smiled when she unlocked it. “Aw, look at this cute ‘congratulations’ gif Nicky sent me.”

Crystal’s gaze narrowed as she looked at the screen. “Congrats on your graduation, darling. I have a special present for you, but it’s a surprise. Heart, winky-kissy emoji,” she read off the screen, then looked at Jan quizzically. “What the fuck was that? Did you guys move to sexting already?”

Despite her reddening face, Jan’s expression read just as perplexed. “Believe me, you would know if we were. I have no idea what the surprise is.” She decided to set the mystery aside for the time being. “We should get back home and throw an overnight bag together, we can check into the hotel and leave them there, then right out to dinner with our families.”

“I still can’t believe your parents booked you a night in a penthouse for graduation,” Gigi chimed in. “They don’t mind that I’m going too, right?”

Jan shook her head. “It’s fine, you’ll just have to share a bed with Crystal… But I’m sure that won’t be an issue, right?” she did her best to fight off a smirk, but by the way, Crystal was glaring at her, she was pretty sure her efforts were not paying off.

But Gigi didn’t seem to notice either way. “Yeah, no problem here,” she answered with a casual shrug.

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Much to everyone’s relief, dinner with Crystal and Jan’s families went off without a hitch, and the two of them, along with Gigi, were ready to have a fun, relaxing night in the penthouse. The suite had two queen-sized beds, Jan running to claim the one closer to the window and the air conditioning.

“Holy shit,” Crystal remarked as she looked around. “How much did this cost?”

“Dunno, my dad used his airline points to cover it,” Jan explained, then flopped down on the bed. “This is a perfect note to end our college careers on.”

Gigi sat on the edge of the other bed. “Can we order room service?” she asked, pushing herself further onto the bed and aimlessly swinging her legs.

Jan sat up and nodded, then got the menu from the bedside drawer. “You know, Nicky never got back to me about whatever her surprise was, I didn’t get anything in the mail.”

“And no salacious photos?” Gigi asked.

“No.”

“She must have a big package for you,” Crystal mused, then laughed at her wording. She ignored Jan and Gigi rolling their eyes and moved to look at the menu, the three of them calling in an order shortly after.

As the three of them sat on Jan’s bed, eating overpriced food and drinking wine that was probably fancy, but they wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between that and the fifteen dollar bottles they were used to. And after a couple glasses of wine, they had become even more relaxed, enough for Crystal to admit, “Jan knows we fucked, by the way.”

Gigi blinked, looking between Crystal and Jan with her lips pursed around the glass. “I didn’t know it was a secret,” she replied once she lowered the glass. “But why did Jan want to know?”

Crystal swallowed thickly, trying to think of a way to talk herself out of what she’d just gotten into. “Because… We’re friends? We talk to each other about this sort of thing. We’re close.”

“Very close,” Jan added under her breath, then giggled when Crystal shot her a look.

Gigi frowned. “Okay, can I ask something that’s been bugging me for a while? Do you guys have, like, a thing?”

Crystal nearly choked on her drink while Jan just seemed to sit and think, then answered with “define ‘thing’.”

“Look, I know you’re in love with Nicky, I’m not saying I think you guys are gonna run off together or anything,” Gigi assured. “But… Sometimes I get the vibe that Crystal might have a crush on you.”

While Crystal’s mouth hung open in shock and a bit of wine dribbled down her chin, Jan had burst out laughing, narrowly avoiding knocking anything over in the process. It was the type of laughter that left her out of breath and with watery eyes.

“Are you done?” Gigi asked, deadpan. “Did you get it out of your system?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jan panted, then turned to Crystal. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I have to tell her the truth,” and Crystal didn’t put up a fight, so she proceeded. “Okay, look, Crystal and I did have sex. Once. But she did it to take her mind off of how much she likes you. It wasn’t anything more than two friends getting high and helping each other out.”

It wasn’t easy to stun Gigi into silence, but Jan’s explanation seemed to do the trick. Had she had it wrong this whole time? Misread every interaction? Ignored every sign? Sure, she knew she tended to be oblivious, but this just made her feel silly. At this point, she didn’t care that Jan and Crystal had hooked up, all she was concerned with was what happened next. “Since we’re all telling the truth now… I have an embarrassing confession. The last girl I hooked up with… I, um, called her ‘Crystal’ in bed. Kinda realized I couldn’t ignore how I felt anymore.”

“If I may,” Jan chimed in. “Literally the first time I saw you guys without the engagement rings was at graduation. Maybe this was a stupid, convoluted way to figure it out, but I think you guys are supposed to be together. Now, I… suddenly have the desire to take a long bath… Bye.” She got off the bed and quickly ducked into the bathroom to give the other two the time alone they needed.

“She’s trying her best,” Crystal remarked before turning to face Gigi. “I… that story… you weren’t just saying that to have an excuse for liking me, right?”

Gigi smiled softly and shook her head. “Is it really that hard to believe?”

Crystal shrugged. “I guess not. The image of you saying the wrong name in bed is funny, though. Just wanted to make sure it was real.” She shifted closer to Gigi and rested her head on her shoulder. “I’m so tired of pretending, not pretending to be engaged, pretending to just be friends.”

“You’re not suggesting we get engaged for real, are you?”

She laughed, picking her head up and resting it against Gigi’s. “No, not at all. I just wanna be your girlfriend, Geege.”

Gigi grinned broadly and pressed a kiss to Crystal’s lips. “I love how that sounds. Say it again, please.”

And Crystal would’ve happily said it as many times as Gigi wanted, as long as she got a ‘yes’ in return. “I wanna be your girlfriend.”

“Then… You are. That’s that,” she concluded, kissing her again, this time longer and with much more emotion behind it. “If we barricade Jan in the bathroom, we could probably fuck before she breaks down the door.”

Crystal laughed, getting up and moving back to hers and Gigi’s bed. “She wouldn’t care if she walked in on us, neither would I, honestly, but I kind of… don’t want to have sex right now. I’m all emotional and vulnerable and whatever,” she admitted as she laid on her side, opening her arms and beckoning Gigi to join her.

“Oh,” Gigi felt her heart swell with warmth. “We don’t have to at all, then,” she hummed, laying with Crystal and holding her close. She pressed gentle kisses over her face, carding her fingers through Crystal’s hair.

They cuddled in comfortable silence for about another ten minutes until they heard the bathroom door open. Jan was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe, her hair a bit damp, and let out a content sigh. She looked over at the couple and smiled fondly. “Aw, you guys are too cute!” she squealed.

“You weren’t eavesdropping, were you?” Crystal asked.

“Nope,” Jan answered honestly. “I’ve been texting with Nicky. But it looks like you guys worked everything out.”

“We did,” Gigi confirmed, then her brows furrowed. “She’s up late, isn’t she? It’s after three in the morning in France, right?”

Jan looked at her phone and counted to herself. “Yeah, that is late, but that’s not uncommon for her, so I didn’t ask.” She gathered up the plates and glasses, stacking it up on the tray and setting it aside. “You guys are gonna finish this bottle off with me, right?”

Before either of them could answer, there was a knock on the door that caught them all off guard. “Wonder what else my parents have planned,” she mused, expecting some sort of additional graduation present, or maybe just an extra dessert. Either way, she opened the door with a smile, only for her jaw to go slack and practically drop to the floor. Surely she was seeing things, or maybe she was more drunk than she realized. There was no way–

“Surprise!” Nicky beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

#crygi #sportsdoll #rpdr rpf #rpdr fic

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strekkingur · 3 years

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MEET THE MUSE POWER HOUR!!

━━ take a seat and REPOST this detailed little bio with criteria to introduce the world to your muse. no reblog karma or tagging ━ if you see this on your dash, feel free to partake in it!

☆ ━ B A S I C S .

NAME:: Eiríkur A. Sævarsson / Republic of Iceland

NICKNAME(S):: Eiki with family, Ice by others (call him Ice Ice Baby and you get hit)

AGE:: 1,147 yo, stuck at 18 in human age

GENDER:: male, he/him

NATIONALITY:: Icelandic

☆ ━ A P P E A R A N C E .

EYE COLOR:: a very pale blue actually, but being an albino and having so little pigment in his eyes, the blood vessels of his retinas show through the iris and make his eyes appear almost violet in colour... his actual eye colour can be hard to tell

HAIR COLOR:: white as snow due to albinism

HAIRSTYLE:: short/medium length, usually tousled beyond hope. He has thick, straight hair (tho a few unexpected waves often appear here and there) that has a mind of its own. On top of that, his home country is known for its unpredictable weather and high winds so any of Eiríkur’s attempts to style his hair nicely will be in vain within a few hours. The end result looks as if he hasn’t brushed his hair in a few weeks

HEIGHT:: 180 cm / 5′11′‘

WEIGHT:: 67 kg / 147 lbs

BUILD:: lanky, very narrow frame, gangly and awkward with legs for days... you know that teenager stage where it looks like someone attached a string to the top of their head and pulled up? that what I’m trying to say is he’s like a noodle

TATTOO(S):: N/A

SCAR(S):: covered in burn scars thanks to being volcanic (plus a few “oopsies”)

PIERCING(S):: N/A

PREFERRED FASHION:: his beloved lopapeysas paired with black skinny jeans and a nice pair of boots (either ankle or knee high). Often wears all black or dark colours (dark blue, dark grey, deep mossy green, brown) and combined with his white hair and pale skin, ends up looking like he’s escaped from an old b&w photograph. He doesn’t care for accessories other than a pair of earbuds either plucked in his ears or looped around his neck. Usually wears two layers (wool can be itchy directly against the skin) and when the weather gets colder, he adds a furry-hooded parka and gloves to his ensemble but often skips other warm items of clothing like scarfs and hats

TYPICALLY SMELLS LIKE:: his asthma doesn’t handle strong smells so Eiríkur doesn’t wear cologne or use any scented soaps or shampoos, usually he only smells clean, a little musky, a warm vanilla kind of smell like an old and beloved book. Residual smells from his daily life may include wool, animals, coffee, rosin, etc. Sometimes he may carry faint hint of sulphur, again, thanks to being a volcanic nation

☆ ━ P E R S O N A L I T Y .

POSITIVE TRAITS:: allocentric || appreciative || calm || caring || challenging || charming || creative || compassionate || dramatic || efficient || focused || imaginative || liberal || loyal || neat || non-authoritarian || observant || witty ||

NEUTRAL TRAITS:: stubborn || perfectionist || sarcastic || confident || prideful || competitive || rash || unsentimental || artful || casual || complex || emotional || honest || outspoken || sensual ||

NEGATIVE TRAITS:: abrasive || argumentative || blunt || crass || cynical || egocentric || fatalistic || hesitant || indulgent || irritable || lazy || libidinous || meddlesome || moody || neurotic || passive || possessive || vague ||

LIKES:: animals (especially horses), reading books and studying, learning new things, Nordic Noir, true crime podcasts, sci-fi, listening to music, playing music, nice shoes (esp tall boots), feeeeesh (fish is dead serious business), coffee, pancakes, ice cream, liquorice, sweet pies, pastries, all kinds of sweets tbh, birdwatching, windowshopping, hiking, wide open spaces, having the newest gadgets, NatGeo documentaries, knitting his own sweaters, cheerful and optimistic people, dark humour, bad puns, witty jokes

DISLIKES:: being treated like a naive child who doesn’t know how the world works, feeling insignificant and unheard (read: being ignored), his family (depending on the day with Denmark but Norway is quite solidly on the black list), pretentious people (England), pointless decorum, dishonesty, indirect communication, power distances, deadlines, other people’s insistence to punctuality, and all other useless “hassle”, people who are busy just for the sake of being busy, people who call Icelandic horses ponies, people who diss his traditional food, judgmental people, people and things that (dare to) tower over him, people who pick on others, people who dislike animals and/or animals dislike them, snakes and spiders and other creepy crawlies with too little or too many legs (he feels very conflicted about Sleipnir), neckties... (cut for length)

PHOBIAS / FEARS:: being abandoned, being powerless, lacking a voice and a purpose in the world, getting attached to people, having his trust betrayed, death and dying (both his own and other people he unfortunately finds himself caring about), asphyxiation, needles (or any medical stuff really)

HABITS:: wearing earphones 24/7, always either listening to music and/or singing or humming under his breath, wearing all black clothes, speaking his mind regardless of any and all consequences, siding with the underdogs, showing up at least 15 minutes late to any engagements, reading ferociously about the topics that interest him so that when the conversation lands on those topics he can obliterate his opponent, getting stuck on wikipedia rabbit roles, second-guessing and arguing with himself, taking an average of three days to reply to texts (just call him if you need something), showing up to visit unannounced, baking about once a week, always having homemade desserts to offer to guests but refusing to say they’re homemade

☆ ━ R E L A T I O N S H I P S .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: demisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:: biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:: something may be afoot with Sarafina ( @orkidpayanke )

☆ ━ H E A L T H .

CHRONIC CONDITIONS:: moderate allergic asthma, PTSD of abandonment, a few specific phobias, hayfever, dry skin and eczema (melancholic by nature but does not fill the criteria for depression)

ADDICTIONS:: caffeine; he can definitely be a bit dangerous to deal with without it

ALLERGIES:: dust mites, pollen, mould (main triggers for his asthma but almost any irritants can set him off: tobacco smoke, air pollution, ash/volcanic fumes, perfumes - please don’t wear strong perfume around him - cold air, dusty rooms, chest infections), also gets a rash around his face and neck from strong sunlight

☆ ━ H O M E .

PLACE OF RESIDENCE:: a house by the sea in the outskirts of Vogar

METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION:: by car if the destination is more than 5 mins away (or alternatively he’d like to commute by horseback but for some reason they tell him it isn’t “professional” and that he’s “making a scene” in the modern day)

PETS:: four Icelandic horses, two cats, and a dog

☆ ━ W O R K & E D U C A T I O N.

JOB:: government “intern” / eternal student, he reads over miscellaneous paperwork (sometimes he jokingly calls himself the PM’s spell-check) and travels for diplomatic missions. His govt is understanding of his physical youth and thanks to the peacefulness of his nation, are willing to allow him time to study and learn the ropes of nationhood (sometimes Eiríkur complains that they could give him more work). In his free time he also volunteers in the local Search and Rescue group

SCHOOLING:: he learnt the basics of survival, the ancient laws and etiquette from his medieval chieftains and later Norway. While living in Denmark he had various tutors and received the standard education of a noble boy for the era. In the modern day he’s enrolled in the local university and does online courses on various subjects that spark his interest. Has completed degrees in Icelandic Language and History at this point, and the rest of his credentials are coming along slowly

SPOKEN LANGUAGES:: Icelandic, Danish, English, German, French, Latin, Old Norse, and to a (much) lesser extent: Norwegian, Swedish (tho he might just be speaking Danish without the stød), Polish, Lithuanian, Latvian, Estonian, and Finnish

SKILLS:: playing the violin and piano, singing, chess, animal husbandry and horsemanship, reciting the sagas and medieval law forwards and backwards by heart, baking, story telling, braiding hair, knitting, quick memorisation of both useful and useless information, wilderness survival, can always point true north, and also has a truly spectacular talent for misplacing things and getting lost

☆ ━ R A N D O M .

QUIRKS:: miracle kid that honestly should have died more than a few times already (bc his own land is constantly trying to kill him), might just be indestructible at this point, now insists on having an opinion in everyone’s business (to not lead an empty existence), also insists on acting tougher than he is, covers up most of his emotions with an explosive temper, has a tendency to get into petty arguments (esp with England), never uses the word “please”, is a neat freak, had a Viking fanboy phase in the 1920s (rumours say it might still be brewing under the surface), cannot tie a necktie without almost hanging himself, actively rebels against all social rules both on personal and national level, and is always down to fight

RELIGION:: Protestant Christian (nominally part of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of Iceland, but mostly agnostic in practice)

THEME SONG(S):: Síðasta kveðjan - Árstíðir

#many are difficult to see through (headcanons)#major headcanons #me introducing my muses: and here we have a belligerent beanpole #the reason this took me so long is actually bc I had somewhat hard time thinking of stuff Eiki actually likes xD

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Catch Me If You Can

Oh my gosh finally complete and am so happy how it came out. This was commissioned by @beanspeens of her and her partner’s OCs! The entirety of it is an Original world and with Original characters and was a delight to make.

Want to see your own OCs come to life? Hit up my DMs to get on my waitlist and check out my commission page in my bio!

Summary: Demon loves his tiny nonbinary human and wants to bone them in the woods for sport.

Fandom: Original World

Relationship: OCS: Mavrick/Frankie

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, CNC, sexual roleplay, light biting, light degradation, light pussy slapping (Ie no pain, not hard), monster fucking, knotted dick, breeding kink, two fuckers in love, Frankie is nonbinary and uses they/them!

Words: 6.6k

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Nikita.

Nikita was a realm built separately from our own. A different dimension that somehow interconnected to our own through what was known as ‘rifts’, portal-like creations. No one knows where it began, or how it really began; Except for the god of it. Who, legend had it- had been snatched from the above world for the purpose of being a battery for souls originally. The once young teen had broken free, thus ascending to godhood, as far as the stories go for the god known present as: NG.

Being a teen meant a rampant sense of imagination. The once near empty world being influenced into a more magical sense full of varied creatures and magics. The lands were vast and plush, full of foliage, great tall mountains, and having small towns here and there. An un-colonized world. From our world, we could describe this way of living almost as Medieval. Old fashioned trading systems, coin trades made of precious metals, and no modern-day technology.

From Our world, people could fall through these rifts that seemed to be scattered throughout and randomly placed. It didn’t matter where or who, no one in particular, no one ever the same, just that you could fall through.

To us, these people who fell through were regular humans. To Nikita? These were known as ‘Otherworlders’. Finding their way home seeming near impossible, with only a handful of people who could send them back from Nikita to back where they came. If you could find the ones who could send you back.

~Rest under the cut~

However, most Otherworlders decide to stay for their own personal reasons. Never the same, yet always a tinge in their tone that implied life back home wasn’t so...welcoming as here. So, perhaps there was some common place for these people.

Since staying in Nikita was such a common occurrence for Otherworlders, organizations were made specifically with volunteers of varying creatures to help these strangers settle down into Nikita with little to no confusion. Some ended up great friends, some ended up partners for life, and some just ended up parting ways without any semblance of bonding.

Nikita was a world built around magic. Creatures from humans, to demons, to elves, to dragons, to even creatures akin to dogs or cats walking on two legs, to much more all alike and different survived here amongst each other. The magic ran deep throughout the lands and the people alike, abundant and plentiful much like the foliage that ran around the country.

Not everyone could use magic, however. But certain species could wield it easier than others.

For those of human nature, controlling and wielding such magics could prove to be difficult. Even if they could use just a bit, they still would not reach the levels that those of the dragon and demonic kind could reach. Those of which could wield it with ease, as if it ran through their very veins.

The term and species of demons in Nikita are not the religious kind from what we know from our world, yet can be similar in appearance. They are very mortal, living a few centuries long and come in various subspecies. The term ‘demon’ is also granted to those who don’t fit into any other species available. Such as mixed breeds or creatures without names.

The most abundant species of demon you could find here being the succubi, incubi, and omnubi. Looking almost human if it weren’t for their horns, varied colored skin, tails, teeth, and peculiar appetites.

Other demons? Could appear more monstrous rather than humanoid.

The demon of the hour that shall be heard of is named Mavrick, or rather preferring to be called Mav. And our Otherworlder of the hour, Frankie, whose paths will cross and go from snapping at each other, to traveling together, to friends with benefits, and finally to the lovers they currently are.

Meeting Mavrick, you’d think maybe you’d get your head bitten off right away, or maybe you’d get annoyed enough at his cocky mouth to jab him in the gut. Standing 8’2”, he gives off the impression of an asshole right away. Preferring to strut his stuff with a cocky flair, insults and sarcasm dripping off his tongue with ease.

Despite giving off the air of an asshole, he wasn’t all too bad- just more upfront about his emotions. Thus, can result in him also making call outs for people in public with shitty attitudes or clearly trying to find trouble; But when they turn back around full of fight and find themselves craning upwards to look up at the massive beast? They tend to drop that ‘ready to fight’ behavior quickly.

Not only was Mav’s huge size a good way to keep people from talking more shit, but his appearance was that of the more monstrous breed. With black, medium sized horns atop his head quirked slightly backwards into points and thick enough to get your fingers around, his head was almost like an insect’s in its rounded diamond manner with a slight, short snout. Said snout also could split into a maw, with teeth constantly growing much like a rat’s and needed to be ground down for threat of being too sharp.

A pair of goat-like ears, and pure white eyes that were almost cat-like in respect with a glow to them, a small white diamond pattern on his fur between his eyes and a half moon on his forehead. His face wasn’t too fluffy riddled with slick fur, but his body had to be the fluffiest, sans on his abdomen where there was thinner fur from his nervous habit of scratching.

His body is built with messy fur, slim without much muscle at all and predominantly black fur on his body. White, slick fur started at his biceps, working down into huge monstrous hands that looked more like full fingered claws than anything. His long legs worked their ways into black hooves, his tail long and prehensile with a spear tip, and wings on his back of white and black with little white diamonds hanging from the curled upper tips.

His voice is low, almost its own growling tone in a way with a slight twang to his accent that he adopted from his partner, Frankie’s, manner of speech. He even tended to make noises that were more animalistic ranging from growls to purrs to squeaking. His mannerisms more animalistic in terms of cocking his head when an odd noise arose to bristling if something upset him. Yet, walking on all four legs tended to frighten people, so he kept to two.

Mav is from Nikita, born and raised. He’s been self-reliant near all his life, coming from just south of here where nonhumans like himself are chased out or enslaved. Learning to do things himself, from building buildings to preparing food, to learning how to protect himself since such a young age. Fear and distrust of humans had built into a survival tactic, until he’d met Frankie.

Frankie, in turn, was a human. An Otherworlder, in fact. They come across, at first, as quiet and cautious, but once you got to know them, they’d open up into a fun-loving goofball who cracked jokes. And would rather finger gun their way out of an argument rather than pick a fight.

From Our world, they’re used to doing everything themself. From their home life to past relationships, they had been raised to be a homegrown people pleaser. Frankie was kicked out of their home at 16 when they’d come out to their family, and then lived with a friend’s family until they were 18 where their boyfriend at the time aided in getting them an apartment together.

And that’s where their story got worse.

That, thankfully now ex, boyfriend had seen them as ‘woman lite’ and not nonbinary. And that they were someone, regardless of Frankie’s actual future plans, who would leave him hot dinner on the table, get pregnant, and take care of the children. They broke up a few years later from him at 21, and at 22 fell through a portal to Nikita.

Possibly a blessing in disguise, despite their roughed-up palms.

They’d met Mav quickly after, who didn’t quite trust humans so Frankie was someone to bristle around and puff himself up to seem bigger. It took some time as they traveled together and Frankie deciding to stay, growing used to this new way of life before they’d found their relationship going from traveling partners, to friends with benefits. And after that, came a slow romance budding on both ends until they became happy partners.

In terms of appearance, Frankie was vastly different from Mav.

Standing at 5’9”, they had a sweeter appearance. With dark auburn short hair in a messy little wavy undercut, their facial shape rounded and softer. Their eyes are hooded with thick lashes, a golden-brown shade of color to their iris. Their eyebrows are thick but well kept, their button nose dotted in freckles, and their lips softly shape and plump. Freckles dot all across their warm brown skin, including all over their face with more prominent areas being their nose, cheeks, and forehead.

Their body type is pretty average, with C cup breasts and a slight amount of chub on their tummy. Their long legs were strong, and their hips rounding out a bit. Their most prominent feature being their ass, possibly the definition of a bubble butt and most certainly joked about in their relationship. Body hair they kept; Sans underarms due to the scratchy feeling.

As far as their relationship? It had grown. From when they had been traveling companions, to finding company within each other sexually, to now romantically. Long since gone are the days where they traveled the country together- Mav had built a cabin he’d lived in for years and now shared with Frankie.

Said home was a homestead- more of a farm that was surrounded by lush tall mountains and vast lands. It was built to look like a beautiful, moderate sized log cabin with a front and back porch. It looked almost abandoned on the outside, like a regular old house until you walked inside.

Outside of it, however, they were very secluded, to the point it took two hours by foot to get to the nearest town. Due to this, they live their lives more rurally. With a farm full of livestock from chickens to cows, to plumbing so they could have running water, to a large garden that was lovingly taken care of.

Well. If you’d count Frankie pulverizing weeds and yelling things akin to, “You think you’re so tough, huh? Hurting my poor lil ’ innocent tomatoes? Fuck off and die you green heathens!” a ‘lovingly taken care of garden’. Then yes.

Yes, it was.

When you walked inside, it felt like a home. The vibes given off are more of an elderly couple than it is for a human and a demon with a knack for creating and hoarding objects. Mav created most of the décor and furniture by hand, the table comfortably seating them both and made of local wood from the vast woods surrounding them. Bones made into wind chimes outside, wreaths handmade with flowers and vines collected from around their property and garden, chairs with extra padding from shearing the sheep to take their wool.

Mav also had a tendency to collect things from years of travel, but anything that wasn’t hung up inside was out in a large, old shed. Probably never to be touched again.

Whoops.

Their home wasn’t messy, kept tidy inside by both of them working together. The bed sheets were a mess in the morning, but nothing to really do about that. Unless, of course, it was winter; Where Mav would shed absolutely everywhere and the sheets needed to be washed due to it. Lots of dusting and lots of grooming going on with a brush and Frankie’s hands. Always followed by the comments of, “You shed so much we could make thirty sweaters out of it!”

Followed by Mav’s insistent purring at the grooming and absolutely tuning out the comment every time without another thought.

Together, they loved as if they were soulmates. Hard and loyally.

Buuuuut that didn’t stop them from teasing each other. From Frankie reminding him his ‘chew toys’ were in the corner when Mav was gnawing on his own hands as if THAT would stop his teeth’s insistent growing. To Mav putting things up high or using Frankie’s head as an arm rest.

But, on the other side, when Frankie is feeling upset or down, Mav is quick on his toes. Nuzzling their face, pressing his snout in little kisses to their face until they’re beaming and having to stim out their emotions by finding his thicker fur to stroke and lightly pull. Or when Mav is upset, distancing himself and trying to contain it in his body, Frankie is quick to get him settled into bed or on the couch. Clambering into his lap, grabbing his snout in both hands and acting like a sports announcer hyping him up with, “You’re cute! You’re good! You’re gonna be okay!” Until his face is embarrassed and his tail is thumping on the ground like a pleased dog’s.

However, though that normally resulted in successfully perking up Mav, he’d still move to roll them over and try to pretend smother them with a pillow. Or simply lying on top of them while they whined about how heavy and warm he was followed by, “You can’t hide from your feelings, Mav, you big softie!!! You have feelings too!!!”

Mav was also the cook in their relationship- Frankie is scared to cook, a fear from past bad experiences and life back on Our world being...hardened. However, they were learning to do certain tasks, taking great love in helping out in the kitchen.

Normally resulting in powder ending up on their clothing and looking to Mav with a big smile of pride at their own accomplishments and Mav’s heart damn near pounding out of his chest. Often having to look away and huff out a ‘Good job, sweetheart’ just so he wouldn’t be enamored with them further.

Which normally failed after he heard their stimming following immediately of the ‘pat pat pat ’ of their hands on the counter and Mav would be weak in the knees with his love for them. His tail swishing in happiness was the giveaway always, gathering Frankie’s attention to switch their patting to winding their arms around him so they could stroke at his fur while he cooked the rest of dinner.

Typically, this led to something a little more ‘hot and heavy’ after dinner. Where the two would be filled with those specifics that had butterflies in both of their stomachs.

Both their sexual appetites were in sync in a lot of manners. They went well together in terms of sexual preferences, kinks, and libido. Sex was quite common between them, as they were friends with benefits way before they were even partners. Just, now, the intimacy between them was stronger. To the point back when they were just friends with benefits, Mav could be crueler during scenes and ride through it without fault, but now tended to have to pause a scene to check on Frankie and calm his own worries about hurting them too much. Even having to end a scene too early sometimes.

Mav was a sadist by heart, his ultimate goal being to make someone cry from ‘too much’ or 'too little’. Or even by roughing them up on purpose. He had the teeth and claws for it, he had the snarl for it, he had the hunting instinct for it, and most importantly: He had the sense for it. To make safe words and safe signals for any sort of scenario just to be safe. Especially for Frankie, who, well, was human and much...fleshier and softer than his teeth and claws.

Frankie, on the other hand, would much prefer to be belly up and whine for him. They were usually obedient for Mav, being a good toy for whatever he had planned for them that night. But, sometimes, bratty nature just...slipped out. Liking to tease, poke, prod, or add another element to a specific scene they were trying to play out. Unfortunately, pain wasn’t big on their list of wants, but some was alright and even wanted. Small nicks and bites here and there LOUDLY being welcomed.

This led to them talking about scenes as well. Mav was more open about discussing kinks and ideas, while Frankie tended to be flustered and turning red in the face when specific things were brought up. However, they could communicate very well with Frankie being honest about their ‘yes’ and no’s when it came to certain things.

Like now, they’re sitting at their little handmade table. The birch wood having their respective cups on top with Frankie tapping their fingers on the wood idly. Their eyes are looking to the side, their face red all the way to their ears as they nod quietly to Mav asking if they were up for something a little...rougher today.

Mav doesn’t dodge around the subject, going straight into it once he can smell their pheromones have picked up. But, it does make his speech have a slight growl to it instead as he speaks slowly for them to hear clearly what he’s asking of them. “I want to try a roleplay- you're very fond of being my prey, right?”

He pauses there, waiting for Frankie’s reply which is a quick nod of their head and one of their hands moving to cup their own warmed cheek in embarrassment. “Y-yeah.”

Mav’s maw near about salivates at the sight of them already squirming, but he coolly continues, “I want you to run. Run fast, run hard, as if I’m coming after you to eat you alive.” His tone is a low growl when he speaks, but his body language is still comforting for them. Moving so he can rest a large, clawed hand on the table where Frankie’s fingers have stopped tapping, their hand just resting there. Gently curling one claw around their hand that they quickly latch onto with a fleeting glance towards Mav’s predatory look.

“I can run.” Frankie says quietly, knowing Mav is waiting for their response. They swallow at the idea, rubbing their thighs together and knitting their brows as their cogs turn, wondering what he was leading up to.

“I want you to pretend you don’t know me,” Mav says slowly, watching Frankie perk up at that in curiosity, turning their gaze to him with less embarrassment and more interest. “That I’m some big scary monster and my sole goal of the night is to breed you and take you as my mate.”

“Oh.” Frankie breathes, red creeping onto their ears all the way down to their chest.

“Oh?”

“Good ’oh’! Good ‘oh’.” Frankie clarifies, squeezing his claw softly as their gaze settles onto the wall beside him instead.

There’s a moment of quiet as Mav moves his hand, letting his palm lie up on the table so Frankie can rest their softer, fleshy hand over top. They’re worrying their bottom lip with a gentle bite, clearly mulling it over, but oh- oh their scent-

Mav is practically drooling to get his tongue buried in their cunt. He almost changes his mind, almost asks them to wait right there and be good so he could just bury his head between their thighs and make Frankie his t--

“Do I get a head start?” Frankie cuts into his thoughts, glancing coyly under their lashes at him in a way that’s almost challenging. As if they COULD outrun him.

Mav’s maw near splits into a wide grin. “You will surely need it, slow poke.”

Frankie thinks, for once, they regret their choice of comfortable wear for the evening. They had asked Mav if they could change, but he’d just started counting down as if he hadn’t heard them despite the perk of his ears.

Asshole.

They’d been quick to bolt out of the house from the backdoor, zipping over the gates and hearing the curious bleating of their sheep and startled cooing of their chickens. They pay no mind as they hurdle over the tall fences, making their way into the thick brush of woods nearby.

This is the scent Mav follows, and Frankie knows he’s hot on their heels. At least they wore their sneakers today- but maybe jeans and a sweater weren’t the best of options for physically exerting activities. Like running.

God, they hated running.

They’re zipping through trees as best as they can, getting it out of their mind that Mav is chasing them. Scene- right, it’s a scene. They don’t know it’s Mav chasing them, but a. ..a creature- a monster of some sort who...who was only there to breed them, to take them as a mate-

Frankie finds their breath quivering and legs pounding harder as they leap over a fallen log, trying to twist and turn and throw their scent of, but they know better. They know better than to even stop for a second to catch their breath.

They know they won’t outrun him.

For their own pride, however, they count themself lucky that they even make it to twenty minutes before they hear the quickened thumping of what sounds like four feet. Instincts kick in as Frankie squeaks when a shadow darts to their left, quickly running towards the right like frightened prey. They’d been so careful to avoid being out in the open, all clearings avoided, sticking to the trees, trying to make it more difficult.

They end up being pounced on by a fluffy, lengthy body. Frankie lets out a scream as they go toppling to the ground flat on their abdomen in a soft patch of dirt. The trees look massive as they extend towards the sky in their eye line, the area looking as if it had been stomped down a good twelve feet across towards the foliage and trees. Keeping the land flat and thankfully not muddy.

Before they could survey their surroundings more, Frankie is kicking into high gear. Squirming beneath the large body atop them, managing to get out for just a moment to try and scramble to their feet. Frankie hears a snarl before their ankle is snatched, toppling them once more as they’re dragged backwards with a cry.

They quickly find themself on their back, panting hard as their lungs and legs ache equally. They see a maw split open above them to reveal sharp teeth, freshly filed. Glowing eyes are narrowed and a low snarl bubbling above them.

“You’re wet.” Comes the snarling, low voice above them. Frankie whimpers out in embarrassment, moving their hands to maybe push at the fluffy chest above them, but their wrists are snatched in large claws. Holding them firmly above their head as pressure rests between their legs. “Oh? You like that, too, pet? Filthy little thing.”

Mav’s voice sounds...different. More possessive, a low growl above them that leaves Frankie’s heart pounding. Something Mav can most certainly hear. He gives them a moment, waiting for them to speak before proceeding when they look just as into it as he is. “I think you’ll hold my pups nicely; Don’t you think? You smell fertile, little one. Like a bitch in heat.”

That does it, a low whine exhaling from Frankie’s lungs. They squirm, pulling at their wrists with a small cry of, “N-no!” Despite the fact they most certainly lifted their hips up in the hope of finding his sheath to urge him on.

Maybe they weren’t so good at this ‘pretend to not want it’ thing.

Mav seems to like their response regardless, snarling low and deep in his chest as he brings his teeth to their throat. His maw is held open, as if threatening to bite down on their neck like a naughty kitten. Frankie’s breath is panicked as they feel his hot breath fanning over them, saliva on his teeth making the situation seem more realistic of ‘fuck or die’.

Immediately, Frankie holds still, trembling and feeling their heart racing. They felt like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf. Their mind races equally, caught between sub space and playing into the scene, or feeling the mild need to make a joke about how ‘wet’ Mav’s mouth was.

Thankfully, the former seems to take over than their delight in bullying him, because a sharp whimper exhales from their nose.

When Mav pulls back to look at them, his eyes are a terrifying glow of want. They feel him rut between their legs briefly, able to glance down and see that fluffy little sheath hidden within his fur start to peek out. Only an inch of his cock is peeking right now, with a tapered head making its appearance with a ribbed texture starting just underneath in a beautiful black and white marbling.

They know in all its glory, he’s big. Nine inches in total, with thick ribbing nearly all the way down to his knot, and a wonderful thickness that always was nearing on ‘too much’. Which was quickly ‘too much’ once they got to his knot. With a thickness maybe the size of a baseball or bigger, it always took prep to get them to be able to take it. Most times, if they didn’t have the toys or patience, Frankie would end up just having the knot outside of them and Mav filthy snarling in their ear about how he wanted to breed them properly.

The idea always sent a thrill down their spine.

A yelp exits their lips when they’re suddenly being tugged up by the underside of their thighs, hoisting their hips into the air so Mav can grab their ass, leaving their upper back and head on the ground with their arms lying flat to keep themself up. They watch him bury his face between their thighs, his short snout nosing at the front of their jeans where a wet spot was making itself seen even in the light of the bright, full moon and the darkness of the world.

“Mmmm, a treat just for me, little thing? You like being my toy?”

“No! Let me go!”

Mav’s eyes flickering up to their face is almost uncertain at first. But seeing that Frankie isn’t using any signals or special words, he lets that momentary uncertainty fade into the feeling of possession. He snarls back at them, nosing harder at their cunt to get further acquainted with their scent, near drowning in it. “I don’t think you’re callin’ the shots here, sweetheart.”

Mav at least doesn’t tear their clothing apart, but he keeps them in that position as he unbuttons and unzips their pants. There’s a hurry to get their shoes off, yanking their pants and underwear with them and leaving them in just their sweater and socks. His clawed hands cup their ass, still keeping them afloat with himself on his knees near bent in half to reach them with his snout pressing to their cunt.

He nuzzles his way against their wet folds, feeling over the curly hair they had resting there and just how delicious they smelled. He groans against them, letting his long tongue loll out to swipe up them from hole to clit, letting his maw hang open so he could scent them better. It’s when he growls does Frankie’s hips twitch up, having been so good at holding their self-control up until then.

“Look at how wet your little cunt is, sweet thing.” He growls against them, running his tongue over their clit in a long, slow slick just to make their breath catch. “Mmh. What a pathetic, eager breeding bitch you are, dontcha’ think?”

He doesn’t give them a chance to answer, his claws pressing to their skin to hold them in place. His snout noses at them, curling his tongue deep into their cunt with his snout pressed to their clit, making sure to nuzzle and apply pressure with the curling of his tongue following the motions. Frankie can’t help the noises they make, looking so beautiful under him with their body folded in half, their sweater dropping to just below their chest and the softness of their abdomen rolled and squished.

Mav can only groan at the sight of them, of how their lips part and their head tilts to the side. They keep great in character with little whimpers of ‘no’ under their breath, fizzling out to moans when his curls his tongue upwards, sliding it out of them to get his tongue on their clit. Just to watch their hips try to buck upwards, trying to get more pressure like they wanted. By now his cock is slid entirely out of its sheath, hanging wet and heavy between his legs.

He’s a bit disappointed he didn’t think to bring a toy with him. Stretch them out in the middle of the woods just so he could knot them properly.

As soon as Mav hears their breath quickening, he pulls back. Delighting in how Frankie’s fist pounds on the ground with a cry out of dismay of, “Please!”

“Aw, already begging? What happened to ‘no’?” Mav teases back, holding them up with one hand under their ass, his other coming up so he could run a knuckle over their hole up to their clit in a back and forth fashion.

Fingering was a no-go situation due to how he could cut them, but he could tease them with these little touches. Delighting in how their breath catches and how Frankie’s hips try to buck upwards for more pressure. Eyebrows knitted and frustration written across their features.

With their red face, Frankie whimpers and turn their head again. Stubbornly choking out, “Please let me go-” With their voice betraying the wobble of how badly they wanted him. Poor thing.

“Oh? Let you go? No, no, no, I don’t think that’s what you want me to do, baby doll. Look at you, so pliant and open for me, so eager to cum on my tongue. What if someone heard you, hm? Came by and fucked that pretty little mouth to keep you quiet instead?” Mav teases them, leaning down to lap at their clit a few times, his knuckle resting just underneath to keep it pronounced and feeling the harsh contractions of their cunt.

Once again, he stops when he hears their crying getting louder. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting him to their pretty little pussy, all reddened and flushed. A perfect little treat for him.

“Just admit you want me to breed you. I want to hear you say it nice and clear. Politely, if you would please. Then maybe you can cum.” Mav croons out, his tone a bit cocky, moving his hand from their pussy to give it a flat palmed smack. Not hard enough to hurt or even hard enough to make a sound, but enough to send a reverberation up their clit and startle them into yelping.

“I-I-..”

“You?”

“I...” Frankie starts, their breath shaking as they feel Mav lowering them back to the ground. They can’t find the fight in them, though they do consider what he would do if they were to get back up and try and run for it. They wouldn’t get far, and judging by his mood already, they’d probably end up edged with no hope of orgasm in sight.

They swallow thickly, feeling his intense stare and unable to look up at him. They roll their hips into nothing, aching for his tongue to be back on them. But after a few moments of his reassuring hands gently grabbing their thighs and stroking ever so subtly with his thumbs to comfort them, they manage to get it out with their face burning red, “Iwantyoutobreedme -- please?”

“Didn’t quite catch that, little one.” Mav teases, a grin stretching across his maw just to watch Frankie’s head thunk back into the dirt with a groan. He has a feeling they almost break the scene just to kick him, but they manage again to speak in their prettiest of tones.

“I want you t ...to breed me, please. Please cum inside me, please?”

Oh...Oh that was...a lot better than he thought that was going to sound.

A groan leaves Mav’s throat as he pulls them by their hips closer, pulling their legs up and around him so his cock could rest over their cunt. Showing and displaying his length and girth up their abdomen just to remind them of his size. “See? Was that so hard to say? And here you were acting like you didn’t want this. Knew you did, could smell it on you all the way from your little home. Poor thing, hope no one is missing you right now.”

He ruts against them a few times just so pre-cum will drool onto their exposed flesh from their lifted sweater. He’s almost tempted to fuck their cute little freckled face and make them choke, but instead he leans back on his knees, wrapping his large hand around his cock and idly stroking. “Finger yourself. Stretch yourself open for me, sweetheart- and don’t you fucking cum, you understand?”

Frankie is quick to nod desperately, pulling their fingers to their mouth to suckle on before reaching down to trace their engorged clit briefly. They quickly move two fingers inside of themself, awkwardly lifting their hips up and huffing when they catch him jerking himself off at the same time they move their fingers.

Something oddly sensual about the way he watches them, his breaths shadowed with a hint of a huffing growl with each stroke of his hand. His eyes glow brightly in the darkness around them, his tail swishing in that little way he did whenever he was watching them and lost in thought. Frankie can’t help but smile, accidentally breaking the scene when Mav can’t help but smile back.

They sink three fingers in and have a hard time smiling as their mouth forms a gasp, letting their head fall back and instantly feeling Mav covering their body with his own. His fur brushes against their arm as they finger their own cunt, their free hand coming up to lace at the fur at the back of his neck and dragging his mouth to the crook of their neck. He makes this little crooning sound, nosing his way there until his teeth scrape and make Frankie’s breath catch.

“We’ll try this scene another time.” Mav assures them in their ear so their anxiety doesn’t flare up, letting his tongue flick over their ear just to hear them squeak and jump.

“Don’t lick me when I’m trying to finger myself!” They choke out with a shaky laugh of pleasure, working a fourth finger in with a low whine to follow.

“At least I didn’t shove my tongue in your ear.”

“Mav I will make you cum on the dirt if you do.”

“Aw, come on!”

The whine he lets out makes Frankie laugh, the tension easing between them as their fingers slip from their body. They let out a gasp when they’re rolled onto all fours, quickly taking the hint and crossing their arms under their head as a makeshift pillow to brace for the impact. Instead, they feel his snout pressing at their exposed cunt again, twisting his tongue inside of them and curling it over itself to keep them stretched.

It doesn’t help when one of his hands moves so his knuckle can rub their clit. Making their thighs shake with an impending orgasm. “M-Mav-” They whimper out, curling their toes and feeling the wave start to hit-

And the little bastard stops again. Pulling his hand and mouth away and making Frankie cry out in frustration with tears pricking their eyes. They go to lift their head to maybe snap at him, but quickly find his clawed hand holding them down by the back of their neck. “Don’t move or you won’t cum the rest of the night, sweetheart. With the way you keep whinin’? Almost addicted to it by now.”

Thankfully, he spares them any reply when they feel the tapered, rounded head of his cock pressing to their stretched, wet hole. The pressure stretching their walls and making them groan into their cloth covered arms.

Mav’s hips are quick to slam into them, keeping one hand on the back of their neck, the other grabbing their hip to yank them back into each thrust. With all the teasing and the build up, Frankie’s already on the edge, and it sounds like Mav isn’t too far behind.

His body covers their back when he leans over them, his hand moving from their neck to the ground to curl his claws into the dirt. His other hand matching as he fucks hard into them. His grunts and growls by their ear overpowering the sound of their own cries. A sob wracks through Frankie’s chest, tilting their hips up and digging their sock-clad feet into the ground to get him to keep hitting that spot-

“I’m gonnacumI’mgonnacum-” Frankie sobs out, feeling the width of his knot slamming against the rim of their pussy again and again. They feel one of his arms go around their waist to lock them where they were trying so hard to stay, fucking into them until they’re burying their mouth against their arm with a cry.

“Cum, baby, go ahead, want to f-feel you cum. Gonna cum inside you, baby, that okay?” He’s gasping against their shoulder now. And that’s the final straw as Frankie mumbles ’yes yes yes’ under their breath as they cum. Their legs tremble, feeling wetness creeping down their legs and onto the dirt as tears prick their eyes from the intensity.

Mav isn’t too far behind, his speech starting to turn into mumbles. His hand against their abdomen and pressing as if he could feel himself inside of them, desperately mumbling into their skin, “ Gonna breed you, sweetheart. Gonna fill your sweet pussy with my cum. Gonna keep fucking you till it takes -”

Before he’s cumming with desperate pounds of his hips and low, huffing snarls from his throat. Trying so hard to fuck against them to get his knot in to no avail, much to whining on his part. Yet, he still does stay still inside them as if he did knot them, rolling his hips and pressing his snout to their neck affectionately.

It’s after five minutes does Frankie speak, their voice hoarse and whiny. “I’m hungryyyy.”

“Mmmh. Two more minutes. You’re still tight.”

“If I don’t get a sandwich within five, I am gonna kill you.”

“Hot. Maybe I’ll wait seven, then.”

Frankie groans, splatting under him as their knees give out. Hearing him laugh as he helps pull them upwards. Carefully and slowly pulling out and hissing at the sight of his cum spilling out of them, going so far as to pull one of their cheeks apart to let it drip onto the ground.

“Mav. Hungry.”

“Damn, me too. Look atcha, sweetheart.”

“Mav!!!”

That’s when he laughs, patting their ass affectionately and offers to carry them home as a fair trade for them not to kill him. Which is agreed to, with his partner flat on their back and making grabby fingers up at him until he picks up all their clothes and scoops them up in turn. Holding them bridal style in his arms as Frankie starts to giggle out. “Is your dick still out?”

“At least I’m not the one who spilled cum on the dirt.”

“It was from YOUR dick!!!!”

With the fading argument left humming in the woods with the sound of laughter following in their wake.

No, maybe they didn’t get the scene right this time, but neither would have had it any other way.

#Ocs #Frankie #Mavrick #nsft #lemon #commissions #princess writing #This one wasn't in my masterlist so I'm quickly posting it so I can add it later!#And so I don't lose her fiC!!!

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Chapter 6 (Crygi, Jan x Nicky) - Joley

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“That’s what I said! But she swore we just needed to be super convincing or it’d ruin our whole plan.”

She quirked her brow and snickered. “You believed that?”

Unsurprisingly, Crystal scoffed at the mere suggestion. “If talking about things was plausible, we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.”

Before Jan could answer, Gigi – now fully dressed – rejoined them, naturally noticing the horror in Crystal’s expression before anything else. “What’s wrong?”

Gigi shrugged. “Sure, but I don’t think she’s planning on going to the ceremony, so I dunno when she’d see them anyway.”

——

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Gigi beamed when she finally caught up with the two of them after weaving through the crowd of graduates and their families. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Crystal answered. “I don’t see why they had to hold this so damn early.”

“Yeah? Not going for that MFA?” Gigi asked, absentmindedly looping her arm around Crystal’s waist.

“I still can’t believe your parents booked you a night in a penthouse for graduation,” Gigi chimed in. “They don’t mind that I’m going too, right?”

But Gigi didn’t seem to notice either way. “Yeah, no problem here,” she answered with a casual shrug.

——

“Holy shit,” Crystal remarked as she looked around. “How much did this cost?”

“Dunno, my dad used his airline points to cover it,” Jan explained, then flopped down on the bed. “This is a perfect note to end our college careers on.”

Gigi sat on the edge of the other bed. “Can we order room service?” she asked, pushing herself further onto the bed and aimlessly swinging her legs.

Jan sat up and nodded, then got the menu from the bedside drawer. “You know, Nicky never got back to me about whatever her surprise was, I didn’t get anything in the mail.”

“And no salacious photos?” Gigi asked.

“No.”

Gigi blinked, looking between Crystal and Jan with her lips pursed around the glass. “I didn’t know it was a secret,” she replied once she lowered the glass. “But why did Jan want to know?”

“Very close,” Jan added under her breath, then giggled when Crystal shot her a look.

Gigi frowned. “Okay, can I ask something that’s been bugging me for a while? Do you guys have, like, a thing?”

Crystal nearly choked on her drink while Jan just seemed to sit and think, then answered with “define ‘thing’.”

“Are you done?” Gigi asked, deadpan. “Did you get it out of your system?”

“She’s trying her best,” Crystal remarked before turning to face Gigi. “I… that story… you weren’t just saying that to have an excuse for liking me, right?”

Gigi smiled softly and shook her head. “Is it really that hard to believe?”

“You’re not suggesting we get engaged for real, are you?”

She laughed, picking her head up and resting it against Gigi’s. “No, not at all. I just wanna be your girlfriend, Geege.”

Gigi grinned broadly and pressed a kiss to Crystal’s lips. “I love how that sounds. Say it again, please.”

And Crystal would’ve happily said it as many times as Gigi wanted, as long as she got a ‘yes’ in return. “I wanna be your girlfriend.”

“You weren’t eavesdropping, were you?” Crystal asked.

“Nope,” Jan answered honestly. “I’ve been texting with Nicky. But it looks like you guys worked everything out.”

“We did,” Gigi confirmed, then her brows furrowed. “She’s up late, isn’t she? It’s after three in the morning in France, right?”

“Surprise!” Nicky beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

#rpdr fanfiction #jan sport #nicky doll #gigi goode #crystal methyd #crygi #jan x nicky #lesbian au #university au #college au #smut #signed sealed delivered #joley #s12

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suntumarchive · 3 years

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A commission for @belly-flu ! Thank you so much~!

Fandom/s: Hercules Character/s: Phil (Whumpee), Hercules (Caretaker) Kink/s: Upset stomach, vertigo, sneezing, burping, emeto

Plot: During their daily training, Hercules notices that Phil is acting odd... it’s pretty obvious that he’s not doing well, and yet, he tries too hard to hide it. But it affects the quality of his lesson...

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"A bit higher! You won’t make it like this!", Phil demanded. His voice had this natural, harsh undertone to it that could make a person instantly feel subordinate – perfectly fitting for his authoritarian personality, in Hercules’ opinion. He respected him quite a lot, and tried to follow his orders as best as he could, despite his occasional clumsiness. Other people probably wouldn't take Phil half as seriously, due to his tiny size and strangely cute appearance, but that’s a thought the young man barely allowed himself to have.

"Like this?", Hercules asked, and raised his bow and arrow a few centimeters. As he got ready to shoot, his eyes focused on the target; A bright red apple, high up in a tree. He was merely waiting for Phil's cue. But a few seconds passed, and there was still no response…

"… Like this??", he repeated a little louder.

"... Oh! Yes, yes...", Phil finally replied and cleared his throat. For some reason, he sounded kind of… hoarse.

Shoot! The arrow went flying, and... missed the apple by far. It didn’t even get close. Oops. This arrow will probably not be found again anytime soon...

Disappointed and confused, Hercules straightened his back and looked over to Phil with a frown. Had he even been watching him? He just stood there, quietly, with his eyes closed and propped up against a tree trunk. Soft sighs and grunts came out of his mouth, and Hercules could have sworn he saw sweat glistening on his forehead. The demigod didn't really know what to do or say, but it was obvious to him that something must be wrong with him. Phil simply didn't look well at all.

"Are you... uhm.. alright?", he asked, sounding concerned as he walked up closer to Phil.

"Uh, what…?", Phil seemed startled for a second, and quickly tried to regain his composure.

"… Well done! You get better with every time you try!", he frantically looked back and forth, as if he’d passed out a few seconds and didn't know what date or time it was. Now Hercules frowned again, rubbing the back of his head a bit awkwardly.

"You seem a bit… weak today", he dared to comment.

"Weak? Me!?", Phil’s eyes flared up, their usual intensity coming back for a moment.

"I'm fine! I’ve never felt better in my-", before he could even finish his sentence, he suddenly began to squint. The itch from his sore throat had begun to wander upwards, into his nose, and he grimaced as he inhaled forcefully. The sensation was all too familiar-

HERRKCHOO!!

An intense sneeze exploded out of him - and was quickly followed by a second one. Even though they both sounded dangerously wet, nothing seemed to come down… In fact, his sinuses seemed to be even more clogged than before, making breathing awfully difficult.

"Bless you, um… Do you need to sit down?", Hercules asked, noticeably worried, which only caused Phil to blush from how awkward he felt.

"No! We have to continue with your training! Don't you get lazy now!", he was quick to reply, and cleared his throat once again in an attempt to pull himself together. Fine, if he said so… Hercules went back in his position, but there was still that expression of concern on his face. Phil stood up straight and tried his best to act as if everything were alright, but with every passing second, he looked sicker and sicker to the young man...

It was getting increasingly harder for the Satyr to keep control over his body, let alone concentrate on his surroundings. He almost seemed like a newborn foal, stumbling around as if none of his four legs wanted to carry him any longer. And yet, he attempted to force himself to carry on regardless, since he'd feel way too embarrassed to admit how much he was struggling. He was the authority figure here after all, the teacher with a task of high importance, and being seen as 'weak', as Hercules had called it before… that hurt his ego.

"Alright", Hercules gave in, even though he raised an eyebrow at his stumbling.

"Can you show me how to aim it the right way?"

"What do you mean…”, there was an intense ringing in Phil’s head… it suddenly felt like he was being lifted off the ground…

"Uh… the bow? The arrow?", Hercules tilted his head.

"Ohhh, right…! Of course, you mean the arrow!", Phil nervously laughed it off.

"Of course, I know what you're talking about!"

What unusual behavior for him… He swallowed down the wave of nausea that had begun to build in his middle. The embarrassment was written all over his face, but poor Phil tried to hide it with a strict expression.

"Give them to me! I’ll show you how it’s done!", he demanded and pulled the bow and remaining two arrows out of Hercules' hands. The goat man got into the right position, despite his shaky legs, and took another deep breath to try and keep his body from crumbling.

"I'll show you one last time. Now watch carefully!", Phil drew the bow violently, almost threatening to snatch the arrow in half. His anger was honestly directed towards himself, or rather his own state… when he wasn’t acting strangely, he came across as especially rude. Hercules couldn't help but feel flabbergasted due to Phils odd behavior. Just how was he supposed to react?

"Look, you hold it in this angle. Never too low. You have to stretch it far enough. Alright?"

Hercules nodded quickly, but all he could focus on was how much his hands were trembling.

"Good! All you need to do now is to let go and don't move a muscle!!", however, he did not shoot the arrow, instead he handed the bow back to Hercules.

"Try again", Phil prompted, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He started to feel nauseous all over again... Probably because he’d moved too quickly, and because the world around him began to spin. For a short moment, he held his breath in order to prevent the nausea from building any further, but sadly it didn’t seem to help. Right as the demigod was about to shoot, a loud, painful sounding gurgle erupted from Phil’s chubby belly, making him gasp audibly… Especially as an airy belch forced its way up his throat, Hercules’ attention was on him again. No… he simply couldn’t focus on his training when he knew that Phil was so sick.

“Maybe we should-“

“No…! Mrrp… Stop-”, Phil’s voice broke without him realizing it… his hind legs suddenly gave in, and he sank down, plopping onto the ground. White and purple dots were dancing in front of his eyes, and he began to whimper as his stomach seemingly moved in circles inside him… at least that’s what it felt like…

“Phil-“, Hercules widened his eyes in shock, and he bent down to reach for his arm.

“Don’t touch me!!”, the Satyr hissed, roughly slapping his hand away, but in all honesty, he feared he could throw up all over him… that would be awful. That would be the only way for this situation to get any more humiliating than it already was. The confused demigod could only stand there and watch as Phil pressed his eyes shut, trying so hard to somehow calm his agitated insides, and stop his head from spinning…

As much as Phil had hoped for the pain and dizziness to slowly fade away, instead, more and more sour tasting saliva began to pool underneath his tongue. The fear of what was about to happen made him whimper again… and before he knew what was happening to him, it began with a wet belch, and suddenly, he expelled the contents of his stomach right in front of him. There went his breakfast… it didn’t taste half as delicious coming back up. Hercules stumbled backwards in shock, and simply watched… it was a horrifying and concerning sight to see his teacher throw up like this.

“Phil…!”, he gasped… No, this time he wouldn’t let him turn him away. The young man approached him, and slowly knelt down next to him so he could rub his back.

“Kid… get away from me…”, even though the Satyr said that, he sounded like he wanted the opposite really… he couldn’t keep his façade up a second longer. Now it was all over anyway… What he’d wanted to avoid so badly had already happened. Hercules had seen him vomit. And worst of all, he was trying to comfort him, too…!

“Shh… hey, it’s alright…! I also get sick sometimes…”, Hercules smiled a bit shyly.

“Do you want to know what helps me a lot then?”

“What…”

The demigod gently reached over to Phil’s big belly… because he was such a tiny creature, his student could easily rub both his back and his middle at once. Surprised, Phil shifted a little, his small goat body quivering… His face was so red, he almost looked like a squished tomato.

“H-hey…”

Hercules hushed him softly… for now, it might be better if Phil simply didn’t speak at all. It was unusual to see him so… quiet. So stiff in Hercules’ embrace. The warmth of the man’s touch felt very nice to the creature, but it was also incredibly awkward and strange… even more so when it coaxed several small, wet belches out of him. He feared he could have to throw up again, but it seemed like there was simply nothing left inside… which was good, in a way. But admittedly, Phil was pretty upset about letting his breakfast go to waste. No matter how much he’d fought it, there was just no way he could keep his body going a second longer…

“… Sorry about that…”

“Please don’t apologize… You can’t control how you feel…”

Phil turned his head away… His nose was starting to itch again, and he felt a sneeze coming up. Why? Why did this have to happen? Why now? Why in front of Hercules? He was so frustrated… after another deafeningly loud sneeze that made his ears pop, he began to whine. It almost looked like tears shot into his eyes for a moment.

“Maybe you should lie down”, Hercules suggested, with a soft tone in his voice.

“It’s no use to push yourself even more…”

“And what about you?”, Phil mumbled. He was slurring his words, it was like his tongue didn’t want to listen to him anymore. A thick tear rolled down his cheek – no, he wasn’t crying! It’s from the itch in his nose.

“Who’s gonna teach you how to shoot that arrow?”

“I can practice alone”, Hercules insisted.

“The things you already taught me! Revision is good, isn’t it? And if I learn it on my own, it’ll stick better.”

“I suppose…”

Finally, Phil allowed Hercules to help him back onto his feet. Even though his knees were still shaky, he somehow managed to stand on his own again now. Admittedly, getting everything out of his system made him feel a little bit better, but still – far from well enough to continue teaching. The Satyr sniffled, trying to get some air into his nose… but his sinuses were still so clogged, all it did was make his throat and ears tickle. As much as it annoyed him, he had to continue breathing through his mouth, which only further agitated his sore throat.

“Come on, take it easy for today… I’ll get you to bed”, Hercules offered.

“NO. … No, thanks. I’m fine on my own.”

There was his pride again… Hercules was honestly pretty happy to see it, for once. That could only mean he’d be fine, right?

“If you’d like any tea or-“

“I’m sick, not a baby”, Phil hissed, and almost stumbled over his own feet. He hated that Hercules had to catch him again… His hooves felt like they were too big for his body somehow. Maybe still from the dizziness… he really had to get some sleep…

“… Thanks.”

The demigod chuckled softly as he watched him stagger off… well, hopefully he’d feel better by tomorrow. He already knew it would get pretty lonely without his nagging. Once again, Hercules took the bow and arrow – and shot. This time, he managed to hit the apple.

“Phil! I did it!”, he grinned proudly.

“Do you want the apple??”

“HURK” – well, that loud gagging noise was enough of a response for Hercules…

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zombriekid · 4 years

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The Devil Takes Care of His Own 2/?? [Alastor/Gender Neutral Reader]

Series: Hazbin Hotel

Chapter Name: Miscommunication

Chapter Summary: miscommunication runs amok at the hasbin hotel and you’re at the center of it all

The Has-been Hotel is... you honestly don’t know what you were expecting when Niffty described the place but it sure as hell wasn’t... all of this.

It’s grandiose in both concept and execution, a towering beast of red brick and daunting spires and white marquees lights that draw the gaze up, up, up all seven plus stories until you’re gawking at the luminous, colossal eye nestled at the tippy top of the building; an amalgamation of various parts, such as the rusty boiler of an old locomotive on the left side and the splintering ruins of a ship smashed into the right, it’s as if the architecture had whipped up a variety of blueprints, couldn’t decide on which one to use, then hurled them at the wall to see what stuck. Each individual structure stacks on one another at such awkward angles, not enough to topple over but sufficient to deceive your brain into thinking that it will.

The sort of anxiety that you get when a cup sits dangerously close to the edge of a table.

Niffty skips from one foot over to the other in an energetic, repetitious fashion until they both carry her closer to the grand double-door style entrance, and with a flourish of her skirt she twirls around until she’s gracing you with a toothy grin. “This is it, Newbie!” The declaration is made, and you feel the skin around your mouth pull into a smile of your own before you can even think about it. Her joy is infectious.

“Cool!” You respond, “umm... I’m gonna kinda stick around until you can get inside, is that okay?”

Her grin quickly drops and her brow pinches, though neither are done out of disgust or anger or any sort of negative reaction. If anything she merely looks confused. Then she asks her favorite question: “why?”

“Cause- I dunno, what if it’s locked?”

“But.. it’s a hotel. Why would it be locked?”

“I don’t- friggin know! Look, I just.. have to make sure you get inside safely! For my peace of mind.”

Something clicks in her head, you can tell by the way her face slackens, the way her eye widens a fraction, and how her already open expression just... opens up more. What this all means you can’t say for sure but you’re hoping that it stems from the epiphany of self preservation and survival instincts, or rather her lack thereof. You can’t afford to worry about her well-being after this. Got an un-life to live and all that.

A smile, tiny in size but genuine in nature, blooms on her face, and warm, fuzzy relief swells in your chest at the sigh; seems the little lady finally gets it.

“You should come inside and meet everybody, Newbie.”

...

Or not-

That’s-

You-

That’s not- the response that-

“W-why?”

The giggle she emits is light and airy, girlish- not quite like a child’s or even a teenager’s yet akin to. Like she knows something that you don’t. “I think you’ll like them, hell you might even become friends!”

“I don’t need- I have friends-” the rest of the statement disconnects from your voice due to the emotional and mental whiplash you’re currently suffering. Because this is not the direction you were anticipating. The direction you were hoping. A moment of clarity to break apart the cloud of teenage hormones- to bridge the gap between childhood and adulthood in her head so that her sense of self preservation might serve her better in the future! That’s all you’re wanting.

Accountability from her. Not an assessment on how pathetic she finds your existence.

But then her smile slips into something a little more somber and the wind in your sails- that is the ire in your throat- immediately deflates. “Please?” She asks.

Hear that? Those are your heartstrings being tuned and plucked and strummed by a diabolical mastermind forever trapped in the body of a teenage girl. Under your breath do you curse the softness in your chest as your feet begin pursuing her prints.

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There’s something off about the hotel’s entrance, and you’re already aware of what that something is for it lacks any semblance of subtlety and tact.

The walls don’t match.

That is to say there’s quite a large patch that coils around the doors from one side of the moulding to the other, with the jump between textures and slightly off-coloring of the material a harsh sensation. “Repairs from an intruder” Niffty tells you; “a big ass red flag” is what you’d call it.

The youngen grasps one of the dusky doorknobs and you have just enough time to note the twin stained glass panels on either door before she shoulders one of them open- oh fuck, these doors are so much bigger than her!

That’s too goddamn endearing.

Crossing the entrance’s threshold and into the foyer doesn’t leave you with any flesh wounds or broken bones, which is a normal expectation otherwise, yet still that doesn’t embolden even an iota of morale. Just makes the oxygen in your lungs slip through pursed lips.

The interior’s lovely, though.

It has a particular aesthetic to it, a sort of old timey feel inspired by early 1900s Hollywood- gold trimming glistens in the low light around the wall’s seams, a wombo combo of creepy eyes and apple silhouette patterns smatters across the wallpaper and windows and furniture, and varying yet complimentary shades of red- some orange based, others with purple undertones- as far as your eyes can see. Chipped marble statues stand tall along the length of the rich, ruby red rug, and both design choices run down the walkway between your feet and the front desk. Safe to say the rest of the establishment follows this decorative draft.

It’s all very gaudy- not something you would’ve chosen.

Niffty announces her arrival with the verbal enthusiastic accompaniment of a “new friend”, which makes the skin on your face heat up, makes you feel coy, however, then her declaration is only met with the ripples of her voice bouncing from wall to burgundy wall, and the silence (emptiness) becomes baffling.

And a quick glance around the space the two of you occupy yields no other results, it’s just the two of you.

Empty.

Obviously there’s electricity in the building, you can easily point out the amber light sources and random puffs of cool air from the air conditioning, so it’s nearly safe to say that this hotel is functioning. At least somewhat.

Don’t most, if not all, functioning hotels have... tenants? People checking in? Employees, managers, a friggin cock roach?! Life?

Why keep the lights on if no one else is here? No one else except... you and Niffty. Why would she bring you here? Knowingly, of all things, given how she spoke of this place with such familiarity. Unless...

No.

Your eyes find her red, curly locks- she wouldn’t- and the hairs on your arms rise with the pebbling texture on your skin- she wouldn’t- and, oh, how the comprehension of age old adages such as “stranger danger” and “curiosity killed the cat” spreads in your chest.

You had no reason to trust her four hours ago, and you have no reason to trust her now.

Seems like her self preservation isn’t the only one that needs fine tuning around here.

Slowly, quietly, you lift your leg and just as discreetly lower it back down behind you, and you mirror this silent shuffle on your right, back and forth, until the tips of your fingers caress a cool, grainy surface. The doors.

Feel for the doorknob- “huh, is no one here?” she mumbles- a metallic globe nestles into the meat of your palm- “that’s weird”- your fingers fold around the bulb- “I was hoping that- what’re you doing, Newbie?”- the knob turns, not by you. It’s not you. You’re not twisting the door open.

The doorknob is moving and it’s not because of you.

A sensation of lofty weightlessness replaces the solid slab against your back, a flurry of butterflies erupts in the pit of your stomach, and the visual of Niffty standing amidst dim lighting slips into the recesses of your peripheral as you fall backwards with the retreating door. However, a pair of hands immediately clench around your biceps and from that point of contact you can physically feel their arms expend force to halt your body’s natural inclination to follow the pull of gravity.

“Whoa there!” Someone says from behind- the owner of the hands and your personal savior, you’re assuming. And judging by the higher, decidedly more effeminate pitch of the voice, your pillar of support is a young lady.

Brief peek up through your lashes confirms all suspicions and you’re, like, ninety five percent sure you’ve fallen in love.

A young gal, somewhere in her early twenties, is staring back at you with her groomed brows creasing the impossibly pale skin of her forehead. But it’s the way she’s looking at you, the manner of which you’re able to meet her lovely doe eyes, is what leaves you weak in the knees.

She’s hunched over you. Spine bowed, shoulders raised, neck craned, spun gold tresses spilled around her face kind of hunched because she’s taller than you by a significant amount.

You’re ready to go ahead and propose.

“Umm, hi there,” the (hopefully) future Mrs. Newbie says through a lopsided grin, “are you okay?”

This next moment of stupidity will hound your psyche later on tonight until the only thing that lulls you to sleep is the sheer exhaustion of socially awkward-induced anxiety, however in the meantime there’s no stopping the response that jettisons out of your mouth. “I need to call heaven because they’re missing an angel.”

“... what?”

“I mean my legs must be broken cause I’ve fallen for you.”

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Over a glass of water, serviced by an individual whom you can only describe as a winged grump cat- and was, supposedly, here the entire time you were questioning a child’s integrity- is where you apologize to the blonde hotel owner, Charlie; she attempts to wave it off with a flick of her wrist but this doesn’t suffice, not for you at least.

“No no, I’m really sorry- it’s just...” at a momentary loss for words, your index fingernail lightly scrapes into the grainy pattern of the bar. “I’m fairly new here so a lot of things are still pretty jarring.”

“Guess that explains the meat suit, then.”

This astute observation comes from her companion, a long-legged fellow by the name of Angel Dust who’s currently scrutinizing you with his sharp, mix-matched eyes; at a whopping seven foot something this guy looms over everyone in the room with all four arms laced over the tuft of white fur billowing out of the plunging collar of his suit. Bug-based, you think, like an arachnid maybe but with six limbs instead of eight.

“-arachnids are not insects because-”

Nope, none of that, not gonna have an episode spice up your (less than) stellar first impression.

“Yep, been here for about a month now. I’d like to think I’ve adjusted well enough but, ya know, still get thrown through a loop sometimes. Like this hotel for instance! Never would’ve thought that friggin Hell would have one, no offense.”

On a bar stool to your left pipes up Niffty; “is that why you thought I was gonna attack you, Newbie?”

Naturally you’re utterly unprepared for her rather perceptive question, cause she can determine your, a total stranger’s, apprehension but not an aggressor’s intentions when their teeth are poised around her noggin?

Well, no sense in denying it now, you suppose.

“Sorry about that, Niffty.”

“Oh no worries!” She giggles, “it’d be pre-etty stupid to blindly trust someone like that.”

A few beats pass with the two of you staring at one another, her donning a toothy smile and you puckered lips, and shortly after you disrupt the unofficial contest with a single nod of your head and a “fair enough” tacked on to the finale.

Turning back to Charlie, you tell her that the offensive essence of your statement about her hotel didn’t really make itself known until just now, and apologize for your insensitivity once more. “I guess I just didn’t think anything like this was plausible, but here I am drinking complimentary tap water in a lobby of a hotel in Hell.”

“’Complimentary’, my ass.” The winged cat, Husk as you were told earlier, grumbles under- his? that voice definitely sounds masculine- breath.

“Okay, just tap water then. I’m drinking tap water in-”

“I-it’s okay, Newbie!” Charlie interjects, palms raised and fingers slack. “You’re not the first one to doubt the Happy Hotel, though I do appreciate your apology.”

... want some of that non complimentary tap water to wash down that foot, self? Jesus, if you didn’t feel like shit before then boy howdy do you feel it now; way to trash her gig like that.

“But I believe in this project, no matter what anyone else says, and if I can help just one demon find redemption here then everyone else will believe too!”

FUCK, you really just shat all over this literal-but-not-really angel’s dreams! God you’re such-

Wait.

Wait wait wait... rewind that, what did she say?

“Redemption,” you stress the word, “whaddya mean by that?”

Her mouth blinks open repeatedly not unlike that of a fish before she quickly clears her throat and continues. “Umm.. rehabilitation? To fight against the overpopulation issue?” She must see the lack of recognition on your face. “The entire reason for this hotel?”

Unfortunately for her nothing is distinguishable, not one bit of information or even hearsay within your recollection to mend the rift of miscommunication here, and you explain as such.

“Isn’t that... why you’re... here? To be rehabilitated?” She asks.

You shake your head, “I was just escorting Niffty home so she’d get back safely. This is the first I’ve even heard of your project.”

“Yep yep! Newbie here saved me from some guy that was trying to kidnap me, said he wanted to use me as bait against the bossman, can you believe that?” Niffty scoffs, chased by a large, arcing roll of her one eye. “Completely clueless. But thanks to our new friend here I didn’t have to do anything!”

Angel Dust, apparently with a desire to be a part of the conversation once more, emerges into your line of sight from your right and levels you with a somewhat twisted sneer; lots of fangs, this one, hopefully he’s not a biter.

“So... what? You lookin’ for reward money or somethin’?” He jeers, and it takes some exertion of personal willpower to not clench your hands out of irritation.

Doesn’t mean it’s not showing on your face, however.

“No dude, just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.”

“Tch, ya think we’re really fallin for that crock of shit?”

“I don’t care what you think?” Your tone is calm, steady, no need to act like a jackass even in the afterlife- a concept that has obviously eluded this guy’s notice. “That was my reason for helping, ‘s not my problem if you don’t believe me.”

In your peripheral you can see Charlie’s silhouette veer a little to her right/your left; it’s a slight tilt in her neck that seems to tip her center of gravity, drawing her blonde hair over her right shoulder in a curtain of pale gold, however it’s her eyes that capture your absolute, full attention. Round and unblinking, they probe into you with such vigilance that your stomach churns from the intense concentration, except it’s done in a way that brings a sort of glossy haze over her round, pretty face- like she’s looking at you but she’s not seeing you.

Normally you’d be flattered by such an attractive person outright staring at you, openly, but uhh... right now? Yeah, no you’re not, you’re actually feeling pretty anxious right now.

Guess Angel Dust is tuning in on the same wavelength as you because he says her name in the form of a question. And, still with a far away vog clouding over her features, she merely discloses “I need to call Vaggie” then treads towards the building’s entrance.

“... what?” Is all you can get out in this disorientation.

“Vaggie is Charlie’s girlfriend,” Niffy whispers behind a cupped hand.

Which doesn’t actually answer much of anything for you, nevertheless you appreciate her effort and thank her for it.

Then your left pocket comes alive with rhythmic tremors, a clear indication that your phone is receiving some sort of outward correspondence. Ah, a text message from... oh no.

Text from: The Boss

“WHAT. THE FUCK. DID YOU DO, NEWBIE?”

“Oh fuck me.”

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a/u: no beta, we post (and die) like men... until i actually go back and review it. y’all this chapter was gonna end much further down the line but it’s already long enough, and though i’m not inherently happy with the outcome i am proud of myself for getting it out by my self imposed deadline! btw the reader’s assertion of the characters’s gender identities is there only cause these are characters we know so it makes it easier on me; if any of them didn’t follow a binary based identity then i wouldn’t identify them based off of their biological sex. like, reblog, comment, and all that great jazz cause engagement means everything to content creators, and thank all y’all for taking the time to read my jargon <3

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megalony · 4 years

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Ambulance

This is a paramedic! Ben Hardy imagine I came up with which is rather long, I hope you all enjoy it.

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Enjoy.

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Ben's index finger on his left hand kept tapping out a steady beat against the steering wheel that he used to grip like his life depended on it when he first started this job. He leaned his right elbow against the door as he slouched in his seat, always feeling like he was just a bit too tall to be driving ambulances.

He always felt a lot calmer when he was driving his car as opposed to this vehicle because in his car he could have a CD playing in the background. Ben found that music was always a help when he was driving, it kept his overactive mind in check and he felt like he was driving on autopilot that way. Driving the ambulance used to be such a terrifying ordeal, he felt he didn't want to break the speed limit or he didn't want to run a red light. He didn't want to drive fast when they had a patient in the back but he had to.

Even the sirens used to repeat and get louder in his head. Within those first three months, Ben wished he had taken a different job, he regretted the medical training he had taken in order to get this job. But now it was second nature.

He could climb into the driver's seat and drive without a hectic mind. He could speed up on motorways and feel like he was simply driving thirty miles an hour as opposed to sixty or seventy. He could put the sirens on and drown them out to the point he forgot he had turned them on in the first place.

Ben could now talk to his co-workers rather than sitting in silence trying so hard to concentrate on getting them there safely. He could laugh and joke or just sit in comfortable silence with them now.

The driver didn't really have a preference as to whether he worked day or night shifts. It made no difference to Ben so he worked two day shifts and then two night shifts and today was a night shift that had only just started. This was the first call of the night and it sounded like a rather bad one. Three cars so far had collided on the motorway and no police were there to divert the traffic or close off the lane. It also sounded like the occupants of the cars were in bad shape.

Ben found himself looking in his rear-view mirror every few minutes just to be sure that Jack was following behind as he was driving the second ambulance. Both of them knowing they would most probably need more paramedics on this call out.

Keeping the sirens blaring out as a warning, Ben reached over and turned on his hazard lights as he looked over at James who was sitting upfront with him. The crash was only a few metres in front of them but there were about four or five cars that weren't stopping to let Ben pass through the lanes to reach the crash site. He couldn't stop in the outside lane and no one was letting him through.

"This is bullshit." Ben mumbled to himself as he looked in his mirrors before reversing a few metres back to make room for the cars to get out of his way.

Ben never had a temper until it came to working this job, it was a job that Ben loved and one he had stuck with for five years but it came with a temper. People saw the ambulance and either didn't move or slowed down and got in the way. And then there were the few people that threw things at them just for the sake of it. Ben had had bricks thrown at the ambulance when he was driving once and he couldn't help but wonder why someone thought that was a good thing to do when he wasn't doing anything wrong.

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the steering wheel as he and James looked out of the side window to wait and see who was going to let them get through to the crash site. He felt his foot tapping madly against the gas pedal without applying any pressure.

Drifting his eyes over to see the damage a few metres in front of them, Ben suddenly felt his heart lurching out of his chest.

"No, no no!" Looking back out of the window, Ben didn't think before he turned the wheel and caused one of the cars to screech to a halt as he speeded through the small gap he forced them to give him.

"Ben, what the fuck?" James turned his head to look at the blond that had an unreadable expression on his face as he haphazardly pulled up as near as he could to the collision in front. He felt himself sinking back into his chair at the look of utter betrayal and anger on Ben's face as he had clearly seen something that rattled his cage like James had never seen before.

"The red car belongs to my wife." Ben snapped the words like a crocodile snapping its jaw at its prey.

James took another look at the wreck in front of them as Ben clambered out of the vehicle and rounded to the back to grab a medical kit. The red car had a partial registration plate visible but it was crushed between a car in front and one from behind.

Reaching out, James tried in vain to grab Ben's arm in an attempt to slow him down and talk to him. Ben knew the protocol in this kind of situation, he was meant to let them take over and see to his wife if it was indeed her in the car because Ben was family. He was involved and he could make a wrong call due to his emotions getting in the way or he could go through some kind of trauma if she was badly injured. But James also knew that trying to tell Ben this was going to be futile as he had already set his mind to getting to his wife.

"Don't you dare." Ben spoke in such a low tone that his voice was almost unrecognisable as he pressed his hand to James' chest and gave him a shove backwards. He wasn't being told he couldn't go and help his wife because this was Ben's job. He drove the ambulances and he was a trained paramedic, this was his profession and he was going to make damn sure that his wife was okay and he was going to get her out of that wreck. They couldn't tell him to sit this one out or to help the other people because his mind would solely be on how his wife was.

Making his way over to the cherry red car that was clearly wrecked, Ben dumped the medical bag down on the floor at his feet before he tried to open the door. It took some amount of force to shake the door open but when it finally released, it bent at an odd angle as he wondered if it was going to completely fall off its hinges.

Ben's mind was screaming as he closed his eyes for half a second, praying to whatever God was out there that this wouldn't be his wife in the seemingly crushed car. But his pleas went unanswered when he noticed her signature hairstyle and her now bleary eyes trying desperately to focus on him.

A sob burned the back of (Y/n)'s throat as she managed to focus enough to see that it was Ben bending down beside her with an expression she had never seen on his features before. She wanted to move, to reach out and hug him like her life depended on it or to try and scramble out of the car and into his arms but everything burned. She felt like she was sitting in a seat of coals that was melting into her skin and becoming a part of her. The only thing she was happy about was that Ben was the one on call for this accident.

"Hey darlin', I'm gonna check you over and then we'll get you out as quick as he can, okay?" Ben tried his best to remain calm as he spoke but he couldn't stop his voice from trembling.

"Tilly." (Y/n) croaked, feeling like her throat was being shredded like claws scratching against the muscles. She motioned with her hand towards the back of the car, wanting Ben to get their daughter out before he did anything else. Seeing how his face seemed to fall as if he was a puppet whose strings had just been cut.

Ben didn't even consider Tilly being in the car even when he realised it was (Y/n)'s car involved in the wreck. He simply envisioned Tilly still being at his parent's house or somehow at home safe and sound. The thought of his girl being caught up in this sent his mind reeling because he had dealt with children being trapped in car wrecks like this before and it was never pretty.

Standing up from his crouched position, Ben moved to open the back door of the car.

Ducking down, Ben leaned into the car as he felt like his heart had either come to a complete stop in his chest or was simply beating too fast for him to feel or comprehend. Tilly wasn't screaming or crying or even moving at all. The six-year-old was simply sitting in her car seat with her head leaning against the seat like she had simply fallen asleep on the ride home.

Ben pressed his knees into the seat of the car so he could lean in more and keep himself upright as he grabbed a small light from his pocket. He rested one hand very gently on Tilly's forehead and opened her eye, shining the light over her pupils to try and see if she was responsive or not. A wave of relief shot through Ben when her pupil constricted before she started to blink, the light clearly being a bit too much brightness for her.

"Tilly, baby it's me. Open your eyes for me."

Ben tried to be careful as he removed the seatbelt that was slightly cutting into her skin before he pressed his hands to her neck. Slowly turning her head so she was sitting straight to try and see if she had whiplash.

The little girl managed to open her eyes, her blurred vision only just managing to focus on Ben who was leaning over her trying to see what injuries she had sustained. She had a cut on her upper chest from the seatbelt but Ben couldn't see any injuries jumping out at him.

"Daddy."

"There's my girl, can you move your feet?" Ben looked at her legs and feet as she bent her feet, moving them up and down with ease showing there was no nerve damage or paralysis. "Perfect, now hold your arms out for me." He noticed she seemed to take a moment longer to think and process what he said showing she was still groggy and half-awake but she lifted her arms up and stretched them out to his own.

Tilly lowered her arms back down to her sides but suddenly winced, a whine leaving her lips as her breathing started to become laboured.

"What hurts, baby?"

Ben watched as Tilly moved her hands, hovering them over her right knee as she was unsure whether to touch the joint or not. Quickly pulling her hands away when she did from the sudden pain it caused her. Shuffling back a little so he could examine her leg and knee, Ben winced at the piercing cry that left Tilly's lips when he applied the tiniest bit of pressure.

"Alright, baby I'm gonna fix your knee but it's going to hurt a little. Just close your eyes and start counting."

The joint was dislocated and Ben would rather put it back into place now rather than waiting and letting the doctors do it at the hospital. He waited as Tilly started counting as she snapped her eyes closed, wanting her to be distracted for when he pushed the joint back into the socket which would hurt a lot more than she would expect. Holding her upper thigh down against the seat, Ben held his own breath as he suddenly pushed her lower leg up. Cringing at the snapping sound that as he pressed his palm over the ball socket, feeling it was in place but was already swelling.

Tilly let out an ungodly scream as she dug her hands into Ben's shoulder to try and distract herself from the pain before she gave in and started to wail. Ben moved her leg a little just to make sure it was in the socket before letting go and turning to face her.

"Ssh, it's alright princess, I'm gonna give you some medicine for the pain." He kissed her forehead before rooting through the medical bag at his feet and grabbing a small injection of morphine. It wouldn't work miracles and it wouldn't take the pain away straight away but it would kick in soon enough and take the edge off. Tilly only whined quietly when the needle pressed into her thigh before she continued to cry, wrapping her arms around Ben's upper arm to try and pull him closer.

Leaning back so he could look down the road, Ben nodded when he caught James' eye, beckoning his friend over so he could take Tilly to the ambulance. Ben still had to check (Y/n) over and then get her out as well.

"Right, let's get you out. Ready?" Ben moved Tilly's arms so they were wrapped around his neck instead of his arm before being very careful when easing her from the car seat. He didn't know if she had any internal injuries or swelling or bruising anywhere else so he didn't want to move her too much and cause any other damage.

Tilly buried her head in his neck as she cried, clinging to Ben like he was her lifeline as he pressed his lips to the side of her head. Moving slowly, Ben eased Tilly down onto the stretcher James wheeled over to them, trying to keep her leg straight but she tried to bend it from the pain.

"Daddy..." Tilly whined, tightening her arms around Ben's neck when he tried to pull away. Moving his hands, he gently unhooked her arms from around his neck before pressing a lip to her forehead, holding her hands in his own as he tried to calm her down. He wanted to take her to the ambulance and sit with her to make sure she was okay and to stop her from panicking but he couldn't just yet. He had to get (Y/n) out and make sure she was alright too.

"I need to get your mum out and make sure she's alright, princess. I won't be long I promise." Ben kissed her cheek before letting his eyes drift over to look at James. "Don't put her with anyone else, hang back and wait for me." Ben didn't want Tilly to go in one of the other ambulances that were arriving now or the one that was ready to leave. Ben wanted her to be in the one he had driven here so she stayed with him and (Y/n).

When James nodded in confirmation, Ben slowly let go of Tilly's hands, watching James take her to the ambulance before he turned and headed back to (Y/n). Hoping she was alright as he hadn't checked her over before he got Tilly out.

"I'm back, sweetheart. You haven't gone to sleep on me, have you?" Ben gently brushed his thumb over (Y/n)'s cheek, managing to smile when she opened her eyes showing she hadn't fallen unconscious whilst he'd been seeing to Tilly. "Good, Tilly's gonna be fine, James is with her so I'll check you over and then we'll get you out too."

(Y/n) felt a wave of relief swarming through her when Ben took off the seatbelt that had been digging into her exposed neck and chest near to her collar bone. The belt came undone surprisingly easy and Ben slowly pulled it back, seeing how it peeled from her skin revealing a slanted cut along her collar bone that thankfully wasn't deep. It had felt like a knife was slowly tearing through her skin and she didn't have the strength to try and take it off.

All she wanted was to be out of the car that she felt like she was becoming wedged into. She wanted to feel safer and at ease out of the crumpled piece of metal and be with Ben and Tilly.

Ben could see she was obviously distressed and didn't want to stay where she was but he had to check her over before he moved her. If she had damaged her spine or her neck or even her head, moving her could disrupt that and it would take a lot longer to get her out.

Pulling back a little, Ben started looking over (Y/n) to see what injuries she had and how bad they were. He saw small cuts on her cheeks, one on her neck, her hands looked a bit scraped but when he looked closer he saw her right wrist looked damaged. Gently taking her arm in his hand, Ben examined her wrist, cringing at seeing that the bone was in fact pushing against the skin on the left side showing a clear break. At least it was better than having a fracture which took longer to heal and was more dangerous.

He pushed himself up a bit more so he was level with (Y/n) before pressing his hands to her neck, gently turning her head like he did with Tilly. Seeing it caused a bit of pain as he figured she most likely had tension and whiplash.

"Sweetheart, try and move your feet for me and lift your arms up." Ben let go of her neck and looked down to her feet, seeing both of them were moving and her arms rose as much as she could with her damaged wrist. She had no paralysis he could see which was a very good sign considering how the car was crumpled from the front and the back. Drifting his eyes over her frame, Ben felt a shiver run along the base of his spine when his eyes set on her right leg that was bleeding out.

"M-my chest hurts." (Y/n) closed her eyes and pressed her head back into the headrest to try and relieve the lightheaded feeling that was as if someone was filling her skull with air like they would a car tyre.

"I'll take a look in one moment darlin', let me fix your leg first." Ben took her good hand in his own and squeezed for a moment to try and reassure her before he dug through the medical bag at his feet. Grabbing a small injection of morphine and a thin white roll of tape. He was relieved that (Y/n) wasn't screaming in pain from her leg but that also meant that she was either suffering from blood loss or had lost some sort of feeling in her leg. He doubted numbness would take this kind of pain away.

Ben pressed the tip of the small needle into her skin around her hip, knowing it would be better there than in her leg where she was bleeding out. It would more help with her wrist if she couldn't feel her leg.

"I don't think this should hurt but it will feel very tight." Grabbing the white tape, Ben pulled it under (Y/n)'s leg just above the horizontal wound and pulled the ends tight. He then tied a knot in them before ripping the end, seeing the knot he made was pressing tightly into her skin as (Y/n) sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling. He had to make it very tight to cut off her circulation so she stopped bleeding out.

Rooting through the bag again, Ben grabbed a rectangular cotton pad and taped it to the wound to stop any dust or muck from getting into the wound and to soak up the remaining blood still pouring free. He trailed his hands over both her legs and up her arms before being satisfied that she didn't have any broken bones or swelling or cuts in her limbs.

"You said your chest hurt?" Ben asked as he moved her right arm a little and rested her left hand on his shoulder so he had the room and ability to examine her chest. He managed a lopsided smile to try and calm her down when (Y/n) opened her eyes to look at him, her expression softening as she was very thankful he was the one who had been called to help them. It was more relaxing and comforting to have someone she knew helping her in this kind of situation, especially Ben. He had such a soothing and tentative voice that made everything seem like it was okay.

Ben pressed down on each rib on either side of her ribcage, counting that she had at least three broken ones and possibly two more that were either broken or fractured. That was the pain she was feeling as there were no cuts or scrapes and no shards cutting into her skin.

"A few broken ribs sweetheart. Shall we get you out of here now?"

(Y/n) wanted to nod but her neck felt like it was tightening and seizing up so she simply hummed in response. Keeping her eyes open and locked on Ben's as he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before gaining Jack's attention who was now free to help.

Ben couldn't carry (Y/n) out of the car on his own in case he hurt her, he didn't want to bend her legs too much with the wound and in case she had any spinal damage. She wasn't paralysed but she could have damaged the disks of her spine or the spinal fluid or anything else. With Tilly she was small and she was very light so Ben could get her out with ease whilst still being careful and gentle with her.

"Be mindful of her leg, I've had to cut off her circulation." Ben pointed to (Y/n)'s damaged leg so Jack knew to take extra care when moving her.

Ben stood to his feet and slipped the medical bag on his shoulder before he leaned down so he could slip his hands under (Y/n)'s arms as Jack moved her legs so they were out of the car and held straight. Ben quickly pushed his arm forward so (Y/n)'s head leaned on his arm instead of lolling backwards when she seemed to blackout for a moment or two from the shock and sudden pain of being moved.

They tried to be careful when they eased her down onto the stretcher before Ben placed a brace around her neck to keep both her neck and head in place so she didn't cause any damage by trying to move.

Just as they were about to wheel her over to the ambulance where Tilly and James were waiting, the pair of them stopped before they started when (Y/n)'s eyes snapped open. Her good hand flailed about, trying to reach for Ben until he took her hand in her own, unsure if something was wrong or if she just wanted reassurance that he was still there.

Their confusion was answered when (Y/n) suddenly arched her chest and back as much as she could as her lips parted but no air seemed to enter or leave. A stranged gasp for breath left her lips as her chest seemed to convulse. It felt like someone had suddenly fisted her lungs in their hands and were now cutting off her ability to breathe. Very little oxygen got through into her lungs as she seemed to gasp like a fish out of water.

Moving around so he was at her side, Ben undid the brace around her neck so he could press his fingers to her windpipe. Trying to see if her muscles were closing up but her airways were fine. He quickly clipped the brace up again before moving his hands to her chest, applying as little pressure as he could manage to try and find the problem.

"She's breathing into her chest cavity." Ben could barely hear his own words over the pounding of his pulse in his ears as he let the bag on his shoulder slide to the floor so he could scout through and grab a small needle with a lime green end that would let the air in her chest out into the open air.

He leaned over (Y/n) and undid her shirt before feeling for the build-up of air. This was something Ben hated having to do.

The blond pressed his middle and index fingers against two of her ribs and pressed her skin down before swiftly puncturing the needle into the space between her ribs. Stopping when he felt the needle had gone into her lung. He stayed motionless and silent as (Y/n) felt like she wanted to scream but didn't hold the ability to do so. The air building up in her chest and compressing her lung was released and allowed her to finally take in a proper breath before she grimaced at the feeling of the needle being removed from her chest.

"Alright sweetheart, let's get you to hospital."

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed when Ben kissed her temple, taking one of her hands in his own and squeezing tightly to reassure her that he was here and he wasn't going anywhere without her.

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