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fairyhaos · 9 months

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. ˚ maybe... a little bit sick?

requested by anon: "Hii can i Pls request taking care of Junhui when he’s sick (like maybe he has the stomach flu or smthn) and calls you to come over and be there with him"

pairing: junhui x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, sick fic, junhui is an adorable baby

word count: 1607

warnings: pet names (baby, love), junhui exaggerates his cold by saying he's "dying", mentions of burning up (not literally tho)

notes: this is really cute actually. i think i love writing for silly soft jun a lot <3

Junhui is not a person that falls ill.

It's just not something he does. He's proud to admit that he's probably fallen ill a maximum of ten times in his entire life, and his immune system is so good that it could probably enter a competition against other immune systems and come out on top. The immune system olympics, if you will.

But the main point is, Junhui doesn't get sick. He doesn't get hay fever, doesn't catch colds all that easily, could probably go out in the winter without a coat and still be fine the next day (albeit with a mild loss of feeling in his nose).

Right now, though, as Junhui rubs his nose and tries to stop his eyes from constantly watering, he thinks that perhaps, perhaps, he could be coming down with something.

It's a horrible thought. Unthinkable, in fact. Besides, it's the middle of summer! Who falls ill in July?

"Y/N?" Junhui croaks, and then blinks, startled by the sound of his own voice. "Y/N?"

He has to stop, then, because his throat feels like sandpaper. Plus, one of his nostrils is running, and the other feels so blocked up that it's like it was replaced with an impenetrable brick or something.

He's not sick, though. Junhui doesn't get sick.

The sun is filtering brightly through the curtains, and he guesses that it's late morning by now. He hasn't been able to get out of bed since he woke up some hours ago, his head throbbing and protesting with every move he makes. He hasn't even been able to check his phone.

Junhui coughs, then, a wet, uncomfortable cough that makes his body shudder and his brain rattle around uncomfortably in his skull. He sniffs, a little pathetically, and squeezes his eyes shut. Everything hurts.

But he's definitely not sick.

"Y/N…" he mutters, his hair feeling sticky on his forehead, his tongue cumbersome and rubbery in his mouth. Vaguely, he remembers that you're going out with friends this morning, and won't be back for a while. The very thought makes him whine internally, upset.

Okay.

Maybe he is a little sick.

Centuries pass as he lies there in bed, admitting defeat, admitting that he really is sick for once and that being sick is horrible and all he wants is for you to come help him. Why are you taking so long to have brunch with your friends, damnit?

He's drifting off into a hazy sleep once again, his entire body feeling like it's on fire when the front door finally, finally clicks open and he hears your voice.

"Junhui?" you call, taking off your shoes. "Junhui, baby, are you up yet?"

It's around one in the afternoon when you've finally managed to come back home after meeting up with your friends, and normally your boyfriend would be bounding towards you and engulfing you in a hug, eager to hear how your outing had been. But the apartment is, oddly, silent, and there's no sign of a hyperactive Junhui anywhere.

"Junhui?" you call again.

And that's when you hear his voice, coming from his closed bedroom door.

"Y/N… in here…"

He sounds weak, like he's on the verge of dying, and you gasp when you open the door and look at him.

"Oh, darling!" You walk over to his bedside to place a hand on his forehead, sighing when he whimpers softly at the cool sensation on his burning skin. "Look at you, you have such a horrible fever. Wait here, I'll go get a cold towel," you say, and then hurriedly leave the room again.

Junhui coughs pathetically again. "I can't really go anywhere… but okay."

You come back in a few seconds later, equipped with a cold compress, medicine and a glass of water. The kettle whistles in the distance.

"How did this happen?" you scold lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, placing a hand worriedly over his forehead again. "How did you manage to get yourself so ill?"

Junhui opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head.

"Wait, don't answer that. You probably have a really bad headache right? Talking will make it worse."

He closes his mouth again.

"Poor Junhui," you murmur, wiping down his face and his sweat with a damp cloth. "It must really hurt, right?"

Junhui nods sadly, eyes half closed, as you put the cold towel over his forehead. "Hurts so much. I feel like I'm dying."

You laugh softly. "I can imagine. Can you sit up for me, baby? You need to take some medicine."

"No." He turns his head away when you offer him the pills and the glass of water, accidentally dislodging the towel from his head. "Don't wanna."

"Junhui, come on, it'll help," you wheedle softly, trying to encourage him. "You don't want it to hurt, do you? This'll help make it better, I promise."

"I can't," he whines, looking at you, and now there are tears pooling in his eyes. He coughs, then, so hard that the tears well up faster and end up spilling over slightly. Then he groans, head thumping, while you lean over to gently wipe his tears. "Everything hurts. I don't like it."

"Junhui, please?"

"No."

"Junhui, baby, it'll make everything feel a lot better."

"No."

"Junhui…"

Junhui, when he falls ill, becomes a little like a toddler. He doesn't get sick often, so when he does he always suffers terribly. He ends up throwing mini tantrums, pouting and resisting taking the medicine that will make him better purely because he doesn't want to.

You may not have had to deal with a sick Junhui often, but really, it's about the same as dealing with a small child, so it's not that difficult.

Several more minutes of wheedling later, you manage to get Junhui to sit up and drink the water along with his medicine. He ends up spilling half the glass all over himself and whines, looking at you with glassy eyes as if wanting you to tell him what to do.

"Don't worry, it's just water," you tell him, stroking back his hair and adjusting the towel on his forehead to make sure it's in place. "Wanna have something nice to drink?"

In the kitchen, the kettle is beeping, signalling that it's finished boiling water. Junhui rapidly shakes his head, though, before wincing at the movement.

"No. Don't wanna drink anything."

"Are you sure?" You tuck a damp curl of hair out of his face, noting that he's still sweating. He's really ill, the poor thing. "Have you eaten today?"

"Don't wanna eat anything."

"You've lost your appetite?" you ask worriedly. "What if I ask Minghao to come over and help make you some wonton soup? Would you like that?"

Junhui squeezes his eyes, once, and then coughs again. "No."

"I'll call him anyway," you say, getting up. "And I already boiled the water, so I'll make you some tea for your throat as well, okay? I bet you have a sore throat too."

He blinks, eyes a little glassy and confused. "Wait… how did you know?"

You chuckle softly, leaning over to pinch his cheek lightly. "Magic. Rest now, alright? You should try to sleep, let your body recover."

You back out of the room, watching his weak frame as he lies in his dim room, the curtains still drawn, eyes watery and half-open and a wet towel over his forehead. He looks so sad and forlorn, like a dejected kitten, and it would make you coo if a bigger part of you wasn't worried at just how ill he looked.

You're just closing the door when he croaks out your name again, thin and warbly.

"Y/N?"

Pausing for a moment, you open the door again, poking your head in. "Yes, baby?"

He looks at you for a long moment, squinting out of puffy eyes, before giving you a small smile and lifting his arms. "Hug?"

Obviously, you really oughtn't. He's sick, after all, horribly so, and it would be much better for both of you if you stayed away. But his hair is all messed up and his cheeks are all flushed from his fever and he just looks so small swathed in all his blankets and really, how were you meant to refuse?

He's warm, as he always is, and maybe he's a little warmer than usual but you let him hug you tightly, his head tucked under your chin, fingers gripping your shoulders while you bend over him and thread a hand through his hair. Junhui hums, pleased, when you lightly knead your fingers into his scalp, making little rumbly noises of contentment when your hand slips down his back, rubbing firm circles into his shirt.

"Love you," he mumbles, his words a little drowsy but still soft and warm.

You smile, kissing the top of his head. "I love you too."

There's silence for a moment as he continues to cling to you while you kneel awkwardly on the bed, one knee on the mattress while your other foot supports your weight from the floor. And then Junhui speaks up again.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, Junhui?"

"Instead of wonton soup, could you make me hotpot? A really spicy one?"

That makes you smile a little, endeared, and kiss his head again. His forehead is unnaturally warm still, and you disentangle him from your arms to rest him down on his pillow again, feeling vaguely like a prince lowering his princess to sleep.

You brush gentle fingers over his cheek, fond. "Of course. Anything to make my kitten feel better."

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lazyjellyfish300 · 3 months

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DD part 6

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home... plot inspired by the original comic.

Commissioned art by ejpuki on Instagram

Part 1 (contains link to all prior chapters)

Word count: 2k

@mysteris-things @averagefloydlover @roserfz27

@latenightcravingz

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, LITTLE ANGST, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, NO MAJOR SMUT YET, JUST SEXUAL TENSION AND MAKING OUT, age gap(reader is 26, Miguel is 34)

A/N: Sorry y'all, I need to drag this out just a tiny bit so I can make this series at least 10 parts, otherwise I feel like I didn't meet my mission of making a full length series fanfic. I also tried a little harder with the Spanish. (Being a woc but being monolingual is so fkn embarrassing LMAO 😭) If I messed up, Spanish Speakers please call me out. 🙏🏽

Hope you enjoy! 🖤 Thank you for all the support, means so much.

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The snow starts to dust your shoulders as you and Miguel just stay on top of the J condominium building in Brooklyn, kissing.

You've been at it for a few minutes now, the kisses growing deeper and more hungry. The frosty bite of the December air seemingly kept at bay outside of the steamy bubble you two were creating. You both have now transitioned so he's sitting on the ground and you're in his lap with your legs crossed around his lean waist.

He's running his hands all over your back until they come to rest on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh through your leggings which makes you gasp into his mouth. You can feel him smile in response as he continues to move against you, slipping his tongue over your lips and back into your mouth. You jerk suddenly when you feel the tiniest prick on your lip, realizing he nipped you with one of his new fangs.

His eyes widen in alarm. "¡Lo siento!...¿estás bien?" (I'm sorry! Are you okay?)

You nod, a little bit shocked as you bring a hand to your lip, a small dot of blood caught on the plump part of your bottom lip.

"I got a little carried away." Miguel admits bashfully, running the tip of his knuckle gently across your chin, giving your booty a love squeeze with his free hand.

You give him a little smile and tickle the nape of his neck with your fingertips. "It's okay, I kind of liked it," you assure him.

He smiles at you and notices you've begun to shiver. "Let's go home?"

A warm feeling washes over you when he refers to your apartment as home, as though it's his too. "That sounds great. This cold is something else."

"Yeah, I can tell it's starting to get to you." Miguel answers, scooping you up, noting how adorable you look, shivering in his bulky arms. "It's probably going to be a cold ride home. Just hang in there and I'll get us back as fast as I can." Miguel reaches around and pulls your hood over your head, tucking in your hair and sealing it with a kiss on your forehead. "Hold on tight," he reminds you again with a whisper.

Your breath hitches in your throat once more as the quiet outlines of buildings zoom past your vision, the frigid air harsh and relentless as it brutalizes your face. The only things you can focus on is your death grip around Miguel's torso, and the bitter cold. The sky is completely dark now, save it for the persistent city lights below. You turn your head a little, daring to look in front at what Miguel's focusing on.

buzz thwap, release, buzz, thwap, release.

The rhythmic motions of the way he's casting and swinging from the red webs is mesmerizing, other worldly. You can't help but marvel at his power.

His eyes are full of concentration, aiming expertly. Incredibly skillful already at his powers he acquired just less than 24 hours ago. You turn your face back into its resting spot in the crook of his neck and squeeze your thighs a little tighter around him for safety, to which he grins fondly.

Finally, you two reach your apartment. He lands gently on your small balcony and you let go of him, landing back on solid ground with a small thud. You smile at him. "Thanks, babe. That was absolutely incredible."

"No, thank you for letting me take you into my new world for a bit. It's good practice for me to get a hang of things. But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He squeezes your hand as he opens the sliding door into your apartment, letting you go inside first.

You sigh as the warm air of your apartment welcomes you. A cozy feeling rises in your belly when you realize you and Miguel have all night together. But, you panic slightly as you realize that you hadn't exactly prepared yourself for any spicy time, as you were not expecting him to come knocking at your door after ghosting you on your second date, covered in blood with new fangs, talons, and eye color to match.

"¿Te sientes cansado, cariño?" He asks warmly, pulling you closer to him. (You feeling tired, dear?)

You look sheepishly up at him. "Not really...but I could use a little time to freshen up, if that's okay with you?"

Miguel runs his hands along your belly, causing you to squirm a little. "Of course that's okay, take your time."

You stand on your tiptoes and give him a small peck. "Make yourself comfy. You can find a movie for us to watch in the meantime."

Miguel smiles. "Yes ma'am." He takes his shoes off and walks over to your couch, splaying himself out and stretching with a small grunt, the bottom of his hoodie receding up over his toned stomach ever so slightly.

You feel butterflies as you admire how handsome he looks relaxed in your space like that. Then you snap out of it and bolt for your shower. As you let the warm water run down your back you feel tingles of excitement and arousal, imagining him in there with you.

When you've washed your entire body, you get out, the air in your bathroom chilly on your wet skin. You dry off and waddle into your bedroom, frantically searching for a matching pair of bra and panties but you find none and curse when you realize you forgot to do the laundry. You sigh and settle on a pair of plain black panties and no bra, figuring there's a possibility they might come off anyway.

You brush your teeth and throw on a crew neck sweatshirt, some booty shorts, and some fuzzy socks, messing with your hair in the mirror one more time as you make your grand entrance into your living room carrying a blanket.

Miguel sits up a little as you walk in, his eyes taking in the thickness in your legs, your ass, hips. The way your hair and bare face cast a simple glow around you. You look absolutely divine in your element. The faint smell of your soap emits a sweet flavor off your skin.

He scoots over and drapes an arm around you and scoops your legs into his lap, stroking the skin around your knees absentmindedly as your movie begins. Hunger Games starts, and every now and then Miguel asks a clarifying question which you answer patiently, admiring that he's getting immersed in the plot.

"Making a bunch of kids fight to the death for entertainment? Heh...that's uh. That's kinda fucked up."

You give a little snort. "That's just the tip of the iceberg, babe."

As the romantic tension between Peeta and Katniss builds, it does between you two as well. Your eyes start to droop quite a bit. It's well past midnight at this point, approaching 1 am? You're not sure. But you are feeling more daring as you feel the desire start to overwhelm you.

Your fingers move to his ear, lightly tracing the outer part, and then moving down to carefully massage his lobe. His eyes close at the sensation, warmth starting to pool in his body at your touch. You feel your heart speed up a little, you're starting to steer this night to where you want it to go. He turns his head to you, a sneaky smile starting to spread across his pretty face.

"¿Qué haces?" (What are you doing) He says in his rich voice, the silky drip of seduction lining his question ever so subtly.

You give him an innocent closed lip smile. "Just looking at you..." Your finger moves to trace his neck, your knuckle curling around the collar of his hoodie, tugging it down to get better access. Miguel inhales slowly, trapped in the spell you didn't know you were casting.

"Allow me to let you get a closer look..." he breathes softly.

His eyes stay locked on you and before you know it, those alluring full lips of his are pressing against yours again. You let out a soft moan in surrender as you feel him getting up, overpowering you as he lays you backwards on the couch and allows his hands to slip under the back of your sweatshirt.

Your back arches on instinct which drives him crazy. He kisses you harder, slipping his tongue into your mouth, groaning into you, aching for this to be the night that you two christen your love with a heated first fuck.

A sharp sting jolts into your ribs, leaving your eyes watering in pain as you gasp. Miguel stops abruptly and looks down at you with worry, and then realizes his passion has caused his talons to spring outward and into both sides of your torso, just midway around your ribs. He pulls his hands back from you in horror.

"Shit, shit shit.....I'm so fucking sorry...are you okay baby? Shit... Hold on!"

He sprints to your bathroom and gets the first aid kit you used on him earlier. You try to shake off the pain that's still ringing on both sides of your ribs with a wave of your hand, but the salty tears gathering behind your eyes starts to run down your cheeks as you suck in air between your teeth.

Miguel comes back, gently applying a gauze pad to the two tiny puncture marks on both sides to stop the bleeding. He blinks furiously, breathing heavily as he mutters quiet reassurances and apologies to you.

Once you're putting some bandaids on the cuts at your urging, he runs a hand through his hair, blowing out air from his cheeks as he looks off, the Adam's apple in his neck bobbing with a lump in his throat. He tenses his jaw and closes his eyes, tears threatening to spill.

Now, he can't even express his love to you without fear of hurting you. Tyler and Aaron. Sons of bitches. Not only robbing him of his brown eyes that connected him to his family, but now his ability to love you too. A starved man forced to sit at a table and gaze at a feast he could not devour. Your body a delicate vase in his hands he threatened to shatter. A tiny shudder of a flame he ignited with a match, only for the dark, contemptible winds of the night to blow it all away. The emptiness of the shadows consuming his soul, extinguishing all light within it and driving a stake through his heart once more.

He balled his hands into fists and leaned into you, this giant of a man becoming small in your arms. "I'm so sorry baby...estoy un monstruo." his voice cracked with grief. (I'm a monster)

"Don't say that." You say sternly. "They did this to you. It's not your fault. I don't care what you look like. I don't even care if you'd hurt me..."

He brings his face slowly up to yours, and your heart breaks at the small tears that trickled down his cheeks. You lean in, cleaning them away with gentle kisses, dragging your lips down the side of his thick neck.

A low rumble appears in his throat and he closes his eyes and sighs, his heart coming back to life slowly, swelling with love for you and brings a hand to the back of your neck.

"Baby..." he groans, slowly unraveling underneath the trail of your lips.

"Hmmm?" you respond innocently, still focused on kissing every square inch of skin around his neck.

"We don't have to do this..." his voice shudders. The way you're kissing his neck is bringing him closer to just dragging you to your bedroom down the hall.

"Please...I want to...." you moan into his skin.

His voice shudders again, he grits his teeth as he feels himself rising in his pants, pleasure smoldering throughout his body. "I might hurt you again..."

"You won't," you whisper earnestly. "You won't hurt me," you repeat firmly. You turn to the first aid kit and get out a couple bandaids and wrap them around the tops of his fingers, retracting and pushing the talons down a bit, cushioning the sharp edges from the outside as a protective sheath.

Miguel raises his brows then smiles at your ingenious. "Que inteligente tú eres," he compliments you softly. (How smart you are)

You smile, lean in and plant a tender kiss on his lips as a thank you. He groans and runs both of his hands through your hair, picking you up, eager to return the favor to you in the form of taking his time on you for the rest of the night.

You wrap your legs around him instinctively and he continues to kiss you passionately as he carefully carries you down the hall into your bedroom, a whispery moan escaping his lips.

🖤

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Part 7

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imagine-you · 8 months

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These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.

You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.

"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.

Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.

"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.

The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.

"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again."

You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.

"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.

"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again."

That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.

"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?"

"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."

Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.

"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?"

Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight."

You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?"

You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.

"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow."

"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep."

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow."

"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.

You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.

You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.

Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.

The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.

When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.

The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.

The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.

Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.

The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.

But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.

You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.

"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?"

"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere."

"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired."

"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.

You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.

"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!"

"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that."

"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?"

"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?"

"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."

"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him.

“Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?"

"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?"

"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine."

"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright."

Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine."

"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you."

"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.

You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.

When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.

Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.

You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.

When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.

It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.

You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.

"What's with the long face, McCall?"

"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito."

You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?"

"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.

"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with."

Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.

Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.

'We've got to talk. It's important.'

Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.

You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school.

"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?"

"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military."

"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."

All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.

"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.

"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.

You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."

"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.

You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.

You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.

Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.

"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.

When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.

"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha."

You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.

"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.

"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do."

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.

'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'

"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.

Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.

Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.

"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall.

"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?"

"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark."

"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that."

"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.

"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy."

"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?"

"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf."

Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.

"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?"

"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now."

Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.

"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.

What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills?

#teen wolf #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #teen wolf imagine #isaac lahey imagine #twkosamh fic #reader insert #reader is a hale #reader is a stilinski #isaac lahey x you #my fic

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Unbreakable

Chapter 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Fluff, drunk reader, she's flirty when she's drunk

A/N: It's happening guys... We are moving forward with this story. Slowly I'll start doing bits of time jumps here and there!!! Also this chapter is a bit all over the space.

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“You’re sure you want to go out for this girl’s night?” Nat asked from your living room.

“Yes. I want drinks and karaoke.”

You walk out of your bedroom as you finish putting on an earring. Your outfit was simple, jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket.

“Fine by me. Are you a lightweight?”

“Probably. I’ve never had more than one drink.”

“So we get to test the limits?” Nat smirks at you.

“Yes. I’m very excited. Is Nebula not coming?”

“She’ll meet us there.” Nat gets up and heads for the door.

“Ok, c’mon Marvin. Let’s go have a good time.”

****

Nebula was waiting outside of what looked like an abandoned building. Inside though fairy lights lined the ceiling, a spotlight was aimed at a corner where a tv, a mic stand and a very crappy stage took up space. The place wasn’t too crowded, which was perfect. The bar itself sat in the middle of the room in an oval shape creating two almost completely separate spaces.

“No dogs allowed.” A bartender yells over a drunk guy's horrible rendition of Thriller.

“He’s a service dog.”

The guy eyes you for a moment and you have Marvin turn to the side to show off his vest.

“Fine but we aren’t responsible if something happens to him and if he ruins anything it’s coming outta your pocket.”

“I promise he’ll be in his best behavior.” You smile and walk toward the karaoke side of the bar with Nat and Nebula.

Nebula’s black eyes scanned the room more than once. She and Nat sat with their backs to the wall and observed the others.

“This place looks ridiculous.” Nebula mutters.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to be so entertained that you won’t really notice it. Y/N here has never gotten drunk before.”

“Really? I bet she’ll get drunk on two drinks.”

“I’ll take that bet.” Nat says. “What do I get when she’s drunk by the first one.”

“I’ll give you my gun.” Nebula offers. “But I want your bracers, the electric ones.”

“Deal.”

“You know I’m sitting right here, right?”

Nebula waves you off dismissively while Nat gets up and orders the first round.

****

It took two drinks to loosen you up and one more to get you to get up on stage to sing Girls just wanna have fun. Nebula seemed to not really be affected by any drink and Nat was surprisingly on the verge of being drunk. It took another drink to get you back on stage. You had all of the people at the bar singing along to bohemian rhapsody.

🎶 “So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me.”🎶

You sang your heart out. Although some words were a little slurred. What you weren’t aware of was Steve leaning against the bar, completely amused by your carefree attitude.

“Romanoff.”

“Rogers.” Nat shoots back. “Thanks for coming to pick us up.”

“It’s no problem. I see she’s having fun.”

“Definitely. You know what’s funny, she hasn’t stopped talking about you at all.”

Steve flushes pink immediately but before he can say anything you head in his direction. With wide and hazy eyes you look up at him.

“Steve? What are you doing here? It’s supposed to be girl’s night.”

“I’m sorry, did I ruin it?”

“No, don't be silly.” You giggle and bat your eyelashes. Nat rolls her eyes but smiles at your drunken flirting.

“He didn’t just show up.” Nat offers. “I called him to be our designated driver.”

“Oh, makes sense. You’re so smart Natty.”

Nat shakes her head and turns to the bartender to pay the tab while Nebula walks out.

“Can we get mozzarella sticks before we go home?”

“Sure.”

****

You were sitting in a small pizza place a block down from the bar. Even Marvin got to snack on some chicken while you munched on your late night snack. Nat and Nebula had called it a night and decided to go back to the compound.

“So how was girl’s night?” Steve asked next to you.

“Oh it was so much fun. You should totally come next time.”

“If I did, it wouldn’t be a girl’s night.”

“You’re right.” You shrug. “But we made an exception for Marv.”

“So I have the same privileges as a dog?” Steve laughs when you look at him with wide eyed horror.

“What? No. Don’t be silly. You won’t have to sit under a table.” You snort a laugh and then get very serious. “I need to ask you something but you need to be honest.”

“Ok, what’s your question?”

You turn to give him your full attention. His bright blue eyes shine with amusement and they captivate you.

“You’re so pretty.” You blurt out. Steve huffs a laugh but his cheeks are tinted pink.

“Thank you. That isn’t a question though.”

“Why are you single?”

“Oh, so we’re going for loaded questions.”

“I mean you’re so nice and caring and fun to be around. I always feel safe with you. Did I mention that you’re so pretty? Also you have a killer smile.”

“I do?”

“For sure. Every time you smile at me I just get weak in the knees.”

“Your smile makes my knees go weak too.” Steve says back.

“Nope.” You take a bite from a mozzarella stick. “Can’t use my own compliment on me.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. You wait patiently for him to say something.

“Ok well, you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in them if you’d let me.”

You give a little giggle and send a wink his way.

“I’m also so happy that our paths crossed and we met each other.” Steve sent a shy smile your way and you mirrored it.

Your little bubble burst when Marvin gave a little huff, indicating that he needed to go outside. Steve helped clean off the table and offered you his arm as you walked Marvin. Then he walked you to his car and opened the door for you and Marvin to get in.

You groan as you turn in bed. Your head was throbbing and your mouth was so dry. With an annoyed huff you open an eye to look around. At least you were home. You spot the water bottle and pills on the nightstand and you take them, drinking half of the water in one go. There’s a small knock at the door which might as well be jackhammers on your head.

“Come in.” You murmur and the door opens.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray of food. He tries to hold back his laugh when you groan again and try to hide under the covers.

“Good morning.”

“Shhh. My head is killing me.”

“You’ll survive, you’re just hung over. Why don’t you try to have breakfast?” He says as he walks over to you. Marvin is right behind him and he jumps on the bed.

“I think I’ll throw up if I do.”

“I think you’ll be ok. Besides, it'll help settle your stomach.”

“If you say so.” You grumble but sit up. Steve sets the tray he was holding on your lap and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Start with the toast.”

You do as he suggests and nibble on the toast. Steve talks in a low but soothing voice until he gets you smiling again. Once you’re done with breakfast you lay back down, this time Steve sits against the headboard.

“I had this really weird dream last night.” You tell him.

“Yeah? What was it about?”

“We were eating mozzarella sticks and I told you that you were really pretty.”

Steve laughs but looks down at you fondly. He’s met with brows that are furrowed in confusion. Then realization hits you like a truck and your eyes go wide.

“That wasn’t a dream was it?” You whisper.

Steve throws his head back laughing. “No it wasn’t. You’re a bit of a flirt when you’re drunk.” He says once he calms down. “It’s cute though.”

You groan and hide under your blanket. He chuckles some more.

“In my defense I’ve never been drunk before.” You say from under the blanket before pulling it down and looking up at Steve. “And for the record I stand behind everything I said.”

You smirk as Steve’s cheeks turn pink. The color traveling up to his ears. It was cute, he was cute.

“Do you have any plans today?” He asked after a few seconds.

“Nope. Other than walking Marv.”

“Good. Want to have a movie marathon?”

“That sounds like a great idea. We still have a bunch of movies on the list. Or we could start binge watching some of the tv shows we have on the list too.”

“I’ll let you choose.”

You smile before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

An episode of some trash reality tv was playing on in the background but you and Steve had stopped paying attention to it. Instead you were having a conversation. It was mostly talking about nothing serious. Steve was completely turned toward you with an arm laying on your top of the back of the couch. You mirrored his posture and unconsciously you both reached out for each other’s hand. Between smiles and jokes you were having a good time. This is what you liked to do the most with Steve.

From what he and Nat had told you their life consisted of being on the move at all times, especially the two years before the blip. So you didn’t mind staying home and watching tv or playing a few board games, it’s not like you would have really been out.

“I need to ask you something.” Steve said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Ok?”

“Well first I want to say that I’d understand if you didn’t want to and it wouldn’t change my mind about our friendship.”

You frowned in confusion as you waited for him to ask what he was going to ask.

“I like you. I think you know that. I like you as more than just a friend and I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me?”

“Like a date?” You whispered. It wasn’t really a surprise but you hadn’t expected it now. You still wanted to tell him about what you had gone through. So that he could understand your hesitation about certain things and that it wasn’t him, as cliche as that sounded. But you also really liked Steve. Since the very beginning, it’s why you didn’t want to run into him again but now you were glad it happened.

“Yes, like a date.” He smiled but there was a flicker of fear of being rejected in his eyes.

“I’d love to.”

His smile brightened and he gave your hand a quick squeeze.

“You really don’t have to if you’re not sure. I would never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

You smiled at him then. It was things like that that made you like him more and more each time.

“I do want to, really. It’s just… What happened with my ex really messed me up. I never thought that I would want to trust anyone else let alone date them. But then I met you.”

Steve smiled softly then. His whole demeanor was calm and easy going. It gave you the push to keep going.

“I just want you to know that I want to do this with you but sometimes I’ll have my reservations. It’s not a reflection on you, it's just my fears because of what I went through.”

“I understand and we can take this as slow as you want. You set the pace and I’ll follow. There’s no rush, I just want to be with you in whatever way you’ll let me.”

It was your turn to squeeze his hand as a wave of emotion hit you. Fear was definitely there but so was hope and surprisingly enough excitement. You had to wonder if Steve was this attentive and caring as a friend, what would he be like as a partner?

“Oh my God it’s happening.” You said in a rush as you got to the table Lisa was sitting at. She jumped slightly at your voice and looked at you in confusion.

“What’s happening?”

You take a deep breath. It had only been the night before that Steve had asked you out but you were still all over the place with your emotions.

“I’m going on a date.”

“That’s wonderful.” Lisa smiled and placed her hand on yours. “Tell me everything.”

“You remember my friend Steve right?”

“Yeah, the ex-military guy that was teaching you self defense?”

Lisa still didn’t know that it wasn’t just some military guy but Captain America himself. You nod in response to her question and then tell her what happened the night before. It was easy to talk to her and you explained your mixed feelings but she was right there supporting and encouraging you to take the next step.

“I did say yes. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else before you know.”

“I do.” Lisa nods but you notice that her eyes aren’t on you so you turn.

Walking up to your table was a beautiful, curvy red haired woman. She smiled and at first you thought it was directed at you but then you realized that smile was for Lisa.

“Y/N I hope you don’t mind but I asked my girlfriend to join us. I just wanted the two of you to meet.”

“No it’s ok.” You smile and turn. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You hold your hand out and she takes it.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m Cassie. It’s nice to put a name to the face, Lisa mentions you all the time.”

“All bad I hope.”

She chuckles and shakes her head.

“I’ve heard about Marvin too.” Cassie looks under the table to find Marvin sitting patiently. “He’s so cute.”

“Thanks, he’s the best boy.”

“Well babe you’re just in time because Y/N here just told me she got herself a date.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“I was telling Lisa that I was still nervous. After everything that happened last time, I didn’t think I’d find someone that I would even consider dating.”

“I imagine it can’t be easy to trust someone again. Lisa told me where you met but she didn’t tell me about what happened to you.” She reassured you. “I can only say to trust your gut. If at any moment you feel unsafe you call us.”

“Thanks.”

“So, now the other reason I wanted to meet today.” Lisa announces and she places an envelope on the table next to you. “Go ahead, open it.”

“No way.” You say a bit too loudly, getting the attention of a few patrons. In your hand was a wedding invitation with Lisa and Cassie’s name on it. “This is amazing, congratulations.” You looked up at them and stood to give each of them a hug.

“When did you get engaged?”

“A few weeks ago but we didn’t tell anyone until we decided on a wedding date.”

“Do you have engagement rings?”

They both held their left hands out and you gasped at the beautiful matching gold and diamond rings on their fingers.

“We proposed to each other on our anniversary.” Cassie says with a fond smile.

“That is so cute.”

You ask them a few questions about the planning and if they were going to wear traditional dresses. The conversation went on for a while.

“We should get going but,” Lisa said as you all stepped out of the restaurant you’d met at. “Make sure you RSVP to the wedding and you’re getting a special plus two.”

“Plus two?”

“Marvin of course and maybe a certain someone could be your date.” She wiggled her brows at you.

“We’ll see after the first date.”

“Well don’t wait too long to let us know.”

“I won’t.” You said your goodbyes, watching as Lisa and Cassie walked away hand in hand.

In that moment you realized that you wanted that. Not only did you want to love and be loved but you wanted a relationship with Steve. With a small smile on your lips you headed towards some clothing stores to find something nice to wear.

The buzzer went off. You knew it was Steve but this time it was different because he was here to pick you up for your date. After letting him in you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. It was getting colder out now so you went for style and comfort. You’d chosen to wear a cream colored sweater, a suede mini skirt and boots.

There’s a knock on your door and you give yourself a little pep talk as you go to open it. Steve is standing there with beautiful flowers in his hand. He has on a navy blue henley that makes his eyes pop more and dark jeans. You give each other an appreciative glance.

“You look beautiful.” He finally says.

Heat creeps into your cheeks as you smile.

“Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.”

Steve huffs out a little shy chuckle as he blushes slightly. His eyes go to the bouquet in his hands and he holds it out for you to take. You were both flustered and that realization eased you a bit. Just knowing he was just as nervous as you were. You thank him again and grab the flowers before quickly finding a vase. Then you grab Marvin’s leash and your jacket before leaving.

“So where are we going?” You ask as Steve opens the door of his car for you.

“You’ll see.”

****

You were surprised when Steve parked by a museum. He moves around his car quickly and opens the door for you and then Marvin. As you start walking toward the entrance he offers you his arm which you take.

Steve takes you past some of the displays and straight to the back of the building. You smile when you see the entrance of the planetarium. Steve went up to the employee and showed them the tickets before both of you went to find your seats.

****

The planetarium was practically empty except for another couple and a small group of friends. Steve had chosen some seats that kept you relatively separate from them though. As the show progressed Steve would lean in and tell you what he saw when he went to space for the first time. It was definitely much more interesting than what was being said.

Once the original show ended you left the planetarium but decided to look around the museum. You stopped at every few displays and shared your opinions. When the art was good it was good but when the art left something to be desired Steve couldn’t help but criticize the pieces. As if it was personally offending him. You laughed every time his face scrunched in disapproval at prices he didn’t like.

“Ok,” you said between sips of your drink. After the museum Steve had taken you to a Thai restaurant. It was the same as the first meal you shared. “What was your favorite subject in school?”

“Art.”

“Really? Why is that?”

Steve shrugs. “I was invisible in school. I was angry that no one would even look my way unless they wanted to bully me. Art was a way to get my emotions out. Drawing was like therapy for me. Then I just fell in love with it.”

“Do you still draw?”

“Yeah.” Steve smiles.

“And do you ever share your work with anyone?”

“Are you asking to see my drawings?”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

“I have a few I can show you.”

You smiled at him then.

“Your turn, if you could have any superpower what would it be?”

“Easy,” you smile. “Teleportation. Imagine all the money and time I could save just by being able to teleport anywhere. Also it would be so much easier to plan vacations.”

“That is a good choice.”

“Well you are the expert on super things, so I would hope so.”

Steve smiles. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

“Yup.”

“Alright let’s go.” He replies, he doesn’t even let you pay for half of the meal or anything. Reminding you that it’s a date and he invited.

After dinner though you aren’t ready to go home. In order to prolong your time together you suggest a walk through the park for Marvin’s benefit. This time as you walk though you feel bold enough and take Steve’s hand. You see the slight blush on his cheeks before he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. The conversation picks up where you left it back at the restaurant and you ask each other very random questions. It’s fun to see him relaxed and be able to have a sort of nonsense conversation. Not even at the beginning of your relationship with your ex had you felt so at ease with someone.

“Have you ever been arrested?”

Steve laughs but tries to hide his face from you.

“You have? No way. What did you get arrested for?”

“It was back in the 30s. There was this guy that kept harassing this group of girls. I just happened to walk by when one of the girls burst out crying because she was so uncomfortable. I asked him to stop but he didn't. Then he threw a punch. It was in a park so there were cops nearby. They came to break us up and I got arrested for disorderly conduct.”

“Please tell me there is a mug shot out there somewhere.”

Steve laughs but shakes his head.

“I don’t think there is. If there were, I'm sure Shield took it to make sure my image was safe.”

“Damn.” You give a small pout. “I would’ve loved to see that.”

“No way. I’m sure you would have framed it.”

“Yup.” You laugh. “I would’ve enlarged it and hung it up in the living room.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head as you continue the walk around the park.

The night unfortunately came to an end. Although from the park to the car ride back home Steve hadn’t let go of your hand. That was a good sign, right? You stood outside of your apartment door. Marvin pushed his way in once you had unlocked it, leaving you and Steve alone.

“Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun.” You smile up at him.

“Me too. So what’s the verdict? Would you like to go out again, on a second date?”

“I’d like that.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he nodded.

“Have a good night.” He says and smiles before he turns to leave.

You catch his hand before he’s able to turn completely. Standing on your toes you give Steve a quick kiss on his cheek. He flushes pink but his eyes are on your lips. You watch him lick his lower lip. The tension grows between you the longer you stand there so close together.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.” you reply almost breathless in anticipation.

Steve turns back to you completely. His hands frame your face and he slowly dips his head. Steve’s lips are so close to yours, you can feel his breath on your face. You anxiously wait to finally feel his lips on yours but when you look at him you find him studying your face.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispers. “Are you sure?”

The fact that he’s asking again makes you want to cry happy tears. You nod, placing your hands on his chest and tilting your head up to close the distance. Steve’s lips are soft. His kiss is gentle and sweet. There is no urgency but there is desire and passion behind it. Before you’re able to fully enjoy the kiss Steve is pulling back just enough to look at you. You give each other goofy little grins before Steve gives you another quick peck.

“Now it’s a good night.” You say and his smile widens.

“See you soon?”

“Definitely.”

Steve pulls away. The smile that you love seems to be etched on his face permanently as he turns and leaves. You miss him already but you know that you’ll see him again soon. With the night coming to a close you lock your door and lean your back against it. You bite your bottom lip to try and stop yourself from smiling but you can’t help it.

Deep down you knew that Steve was it. This new development in your relationship was just the start and you couldn’t wait to see where it went.

Ch 8

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aziraphales-library · 3 months

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Hello!!! I'm looking for fics that are coffee shop AUs, florist AUs, and tropes along the lines of that; except, instead of them being humans, they're still beings from heaven / hell

If there aren't any like that, that's fine. Thank you very much!! <3

Hi. Here are some non-human au coffee shop and florist fics...

heraldry, and other omens by starklystar (G)

Two days ago, the shop was called SLICE OF HEAVEN, in bold, yellow neon letters above the window’s tartan awning. Yesterday morning, the letters had read out ARSE OF HEAVEN, but by evening, residents reported it had changed to a more subdued BAKED BADS. It shouldn’t be possible to change neon signs so quickly, but today, upon entry, the bakery had been called DEVIL’S ADVOCAKES. ---------------- Or, there’s a new bakery in the South Downs area, that’s also maybe a flowershop, a coffeeshop, and an animal clinic. There's a chocolate scone that costs six thousand pounds. For orders, kindly contact [email protected].

Safety in Falsehood by enjolras_lexa (T)

The florist!Crowley AU no one asked for and everybody probably already wrote. Aziraphale’s bookshop burned down and now he needs a new cover job, ends up being hired by Crowley. Neither of them knows the other isn’t human. Cue romance.

Blue Roses by NotEvenCloseToStraight (G)

Hell’s Bells Botanicals was the most successful flower shop in all of London and in no way could that success be attributed to excellent customer service or the owner being the sort of chap who was friends with everyone. In fact, Hell’s Bells Botanicals was the most successful flower shop in all of London DESPITE having the worst customer service imaginable and an owner that obviously enjoyed making every moment in his shop as unpleasant as possible. Anthony J Crowley was surly and ill mannered, impatient with potential customers and downright aggravating with repeat customers, and underwent transactions as if it irked him to his very soul to sell the plants he raised. Hell’s Bells Botanicals was the best, its owner quite literally the worst, and seeing as how Crowley had been around since the dawn of time and had seen any and everything the world had to offer, he didn’t see anything about his attitude changing anytime soon. But then the empty bookshop across the way was purchased by a blonde man in an old fashioned sort of suit jacket, and life as Crowley knew it changed quite a bit.

What the mind forgets the heart remembers by IggysBunny (T)

The apocalypse did NOT happen. It was not supposed to NOT happen, as far as Gabriel and Beelzebub were concerned. Since their first attempt to punish their respective Earthly representatives (read: get revenge) didn’t work out, they decided to go bigger. Obviously, the best way to do that was to split the two. Aziraphale and Crowley would not remember who they are, lose their powers, become human. A patisserie and a flower shop would be involved. Of course, the plan was rather big, they needed the approval of God herself. Well, The Almighty agreed to it, under one important condition- in case the (now both) former angels fell for each other, everything would be back to normal. Naturally a demon in nature would never love an angel, and vice versa. Right?

I'll Be Seeing You by Magnolia822 (E)

Mr. Zachariah Fell, purveyor of fine candies and ice cream, lives a comfortable life in spite of his hazy memories and troubling dreams. When a red-haired, handsome, and oddly familiar stranger takes over the shop across the street, Zachariah is forced to confront the possibility that he might not be the man he thought he was. In fact, he might not even be human at all.

Big Cup of Espresso by justsimplymeagain (M)

It turns out - when you lose your memories you can find yourself in a job position unlike anything before. Too bad it didn't stay simple as old faces got involved.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #coffee shop au #florist au #florist crowley #memory loss #mistaken for human #mod d

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tetralea · 10 months

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Hi!

For the 100 prompts I'd really like something with this:

25. "Swallow. All of it."

Thank you very much sweetheart 💜

Okay, but this one absolutely finished me 🥵🥵🥵 thanks for requesting it!

So this is gonna be part of my dark CEO!Max and Dancer!Charles AU. Enjoyyyy!

It has been a while since Max had this much time to relax, and he decided to make the most out of it. Calling Charles proved to be a good idea after all. There have been only a few occasions between them and he tried to deny his weakness for the brunette, but it was more and more difficult each time.

He gave money for the boy enough to buy a new apartment in Monaco and furnish it and still keep some of it, for god's sake. It was money well deserved of course, a night he will probably never forget with the younger one. A night that fuked him up entirely, probably, too. He kept going back and if it was any relief it looked and felt like Charles was in no better shape resisting his desires either.

What better example than this afternoon. He shot a message to the brunette and now barely a few hours later Charles was kneeling in front of him, torso naked, his jeans too tight, lips red and wet, wrapped tightly around his cock. He wanted to fuck into his mouth just after one glimpse of it. There was a revard of course, there always was, it was business after all as they agreed.

Right now he hasn't figured out what he would give Charles, to spoil him even further, but his brain was in no shape or state to form coherent thoughts at the moment. He would fuck him good that was for sure, but above that, he might just ask Charles what he needed.

But first, he had other things to focus on. He saw and felt a generous amount of saliva pooling at his base or dripping onto his balls and it just pushed him even closer.

Charles started only to cock warm him but it quickly picked up and the other man started to suck him gently, taking his time to play around with his tongue, tease his balls and he would have considered punishing Charles for that if he didn't allow right at the beginning. He wanted to grad it out, to enjoy and savour every second he was spending, cock fitted deep into the hot, wet mouth.

Reaching out he made Charles lookup, long and dark lashes turning up and the green eyes looked back at him. They were determined before but now they turned hazy, desperate, willing, rolling back when Max hit the back of his throat, moaning around the thick cock.

He knew Charles wouldn't be against his idea, he knew, since Charles told him, he enjoyed a cock in his mouth a little bit too much. It was evident in his actions too. Mouth opened eagerly on an instinct when Max pulled his hard cock free. His content little noises as he swallowed Max for the first time that day, eyes closing to give himself folly to the sensations.

It has been a long while since that happened and he wouldn't be surprised if he found a dark, soaked through patch on Charles's underwear while undressing him later. He saw just how hard he was in his jeans.

Max's thumb swept across the tinted cheekbones, head tilting, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

With a low hum, he sucked a deep breath in trying to find his voice. "I don't think I'll last much longer." He warned, his hand caressing Charles's cheek before ruffling his dark locks, resting his fingers there for a moment.

The green eyes came alive in a second as Charles inhaled through his nose only, flexed his fingers on Max's thighs sucking harder. He had more talent, or practice which Max didn't want to think about than it was fair. With his dark lashes resting closed, his tongue was sweeping up and up on the underside of Max's shaft with each move, it flattened under the soft, fat tip to lick it before he started to circle around Max's tip.

It was obscene.

It felt like he deliberately wanted to coax the cum out of that cock. It felt like an invitation. He did it again, while his fingers found the tight, full balls and caressed them gently, tugging and fondling them which only spurred on Max more. He was barely able to hold back his moans, his back was arched from the comfortable armchair, one hand gripping Charles's shoulder the other still in his hair, desperately keeping him between his legs.

It wasn't the first time Charles sucked him but he never came into that pretty mouth, it was kinda an agreement, but going around it felt more and more inviting.

His cock was pulsing deliciously, surrounded by the soft cheeks and skilled tongue which was working him inevitably close to his orgasm.

He thought about pulling out, or warning Charles for the matter, but being coherent wasn't an option at that moment.

The tip of his cock hit the back of Charles' throat, he heard the boy whimper to the sensation before his tongue pressed against his cock again, like it was beaconing a too powerful orgasm out of him. Charles sucked hard, tugging on his balls and that second of a delay just made it all even more mndnumbing.

He came.

Body shaking, his hand desperately keeping Charles in place, hips jerking up filling the tired mouth and throat suddenly. He came hard, his vision going white, ears ringing, mouth opened as he was moaning loud, praising Charles, swearing and cursing to get through it. It lasted longer that he expected.

How sweet it was with something he truly wanted, savouring every moment of it.

He felt his cum shooting into Charles' mouth first and still oozing as the brunette gave him a tentative suck.

To the panicked whimper he opened his eyes. It was hard to focus, but Charles was looking at him, eyes big and lashes wet, desperately trying to breathe through his nose, his mouth filled so much it already started to drip out. Fuck it must have been too intense for him.

He swallowed adam's apple bobbing while his hand slid down to caress the wet cheeks gently, trying to soothe his lover. His voice was gentle, encouraging but firm, which surprised him, as he formed the words.

"Swallow it." He told Charles, earning a surprised sound. His thumb again swept across the red cheek, while his long fingers fanned across the tense neck, signaling to the brunette again, confirming his words. He pulled out a little, to leave more room and he saw as Charles tried to obey. "All of it." He pressed, eyebrows raising, seeing if he could push Charles' limits a bit more.

Another whine came, the green eyes slowly losing their frantic confusion, only to leave room for a newly found desire. Charles swallowed again and again until all the cum was gone from his mouth. It was a lot, Max knew, he felt it. It was no surprise it has been a while since he last had time for anything like this.

"Suck a little, baby." Another encouragement came and Charles did, surprise overriding his features when he felt some more cum hitting his tongue. "That's it, suck it until there is nothing left." Max practically purred and he felt how his slowly relaxing cock started to harden again.

Charles did, slowly, being careful around the oversensitive cock and Max hasn't felt more proud in a long time. He hollowed and tightened his cheeks until the last drop was on his tongue again. He looked up to Max, not in confusion but for something entirely different now.

"Swallow." The blue eyes were burning with desire as he watched the brunette cleaning him up entirely, every last drop of cum gone and it only took him a few words.

Fuck.

He pulled out, his cock still hard. Immediately Charles' hands went to his own cheeks bumping into Max's on the way, to massage the sore muscles, moving his jaw, a little spit and cum glistening on the swollen red lips.

Max was proud and more turned on that before if it was even possible. Charles yelped as Max moved from the seat so sudden, manhandling him flat on his back, legs wide open around the naked hips.

The last thing Charles saw before the frantic kiss were Max eyes, completely darkened, looking at him like a man starved.

There were no words needed as they almost tore all their clothes, trying to get rid of them as fast as possible. Charles keened under Max, his cock too hard, too sensitive to any touch.

"Please make me come!" He cried, a little whine leaving his lips, bumping right into Max's as they were breathing in each other.

"Anything, baby, anything you want tonight."

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #Dóri’s summer celebration #prompts

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mi-rae07 · 3 months

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Song Mingi : Burning Desire (Part 5/5)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Moon Aeri)

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A/n : so guess what, there's going to be a second season to this fic. I'd thought of cramming it all into one season with five parts but that didn't happen. Since it's enemies to lovers it's taking more time than expected to put them together lmao. So I'll probably have a second season with more parts to this after some time.

That is, if all of you want it to happen. So please let me know whether you'd like a second season or just leave it at this. And if you have any suggestions on the story line you can tell me that too!

But thank you for reading (this part is also going to be a bit long lol) and I love you!

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Mingi remebered everything that had happened even when he was in a hazy state of mind. The medicine didn't wipe away his memories, although it did make him more vulnerable. And now as mingi followed aeri to wherever she was leading him, mingi not only felt embarassed, but also angry at himself for having been so emotional.

His bestfriend had betrayed him, but mingi should've known, given han's actions and negligence towards him lately. And he had been the only one to know that aeri was stabbed on her leg, not the heart that day.

But now, looking at aeri entering mingi's office room, he'd realized he'd fallen into aeri's trap. She had taken pure advantage of the situation. He had forgotten how cunning she was, how manipulative she could be.

Aeri : what is your mother's name?

Mingi paused on his tracks as aeri shut the door behind them, sitting down on mingi's chair as she said nonchalantly

Aeri : are you not going to answer?

Did she just sit on his chair, leaving him to stand? Mingi let out a breath in part annoyance as he looked away before saying

Mingi : jung mi-seo.

Aeri : is she alive right now?

Mingi : what does that matter to you?

Aeri : are you really going to show me that attitude given our situation, love?

Mingi rolled his eyes as he whispered

Mingi : she's long dead.

Aeri : how did she die? Did you kill her?

Mingi : she killed her herself, now can we just stop?

Aeri sighed, leaning back against the chair as she said

Aeri : it's han, isn't it? The traitor? That's why you let yourself get stabbed.

Mingi hated his answer.

Mingi : yes.

Aeri : you have to find him, and kill him.

As if he wasn't already going to do that.

Mingi : is that an order, your majesty?

Aeri : yes it is.

Mingi : consider it done.

Aeri : there's more. After you have brought me his head on a spike, you need to leave.

Mingi : pardon?

Aeri : leave, mingi, you're going renounce being China's emperor and you're going to go back to Korea.

Unbelievable. Mingi scoffed as he said

Mingi : you think I'll do that?

Aeri : you think I can't kill you, then? Either you do this your way or I make you leave my way. But if it goes my way you will not only lose China and Korea, but also your own head. So do it the easy way, mingi, just leave.

Mingi : is that why you did all that when I was sick, your majesty?

Aeri looked at mingi as he walked closer, her realizing he was doing that thing that he always does, intimidate her through her own past actions. She wouldn't fall for it this time.

Aeri : did what?

Mingi : oh don't act clueless now. If I know of it, you definitely do.

Aeri : mingi-

Mingi : you called me that when I awoke from a nightmare, didn't you? It was what put me back to sleep. I responded well to the call once, you think I want you to keep calling me by my name?

Aeri chuckled, shaking her head as she said

Aeri : what are you going to do about it? Kill me? You aren't powerful enough to do that anymore, mingi. Because if you do that the soldiers will know who did it and then the people. They would burn you to death, humiliate you. And I know of your greatest fear now, mingi. It is to not live a life of glory, to not die with dignity. Being humiliated is your biggest fear.

Mingi clenched his jaw, closing his eyes as he realized aeri had done her research while he was away, and she was smart enough to have taken something away from it. Mingi should've killed her much sooner.

Aeri : we have a ball tonight.

Mingi : what?

Aeri : to celebrate you getting better, of course. So dress in blue, royal blue.

Mingi stared at aeri in part shock as she stood up, walking towards the door before saying

Aeri : that was your mother's favorite color, was it not? It is mine too.

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Aeri looked at the mirror as the maids rushed around her, getting her ready for the ball. It was a beautiful royal blue gown with gold linings and pearls on it, perfect for an evening ball celebrating the health of her husband. Mingi hadn't directly told her about his mother's favorite color, she had figured it out through research. While aeri was plotting the taking over of the nation's powers she had figured it would be a good idea to know how mingi had ruled for the past 5 years in Korea as it's sole king.

The Korean crown was known for it's diamonds on it, but mingi had had it all removed and replaced with the finest sapphires that could be found. And his royal photo, he was wearing a royal blue suit in it. Moreover, as aeri looked at her wedding ring she came to the realization that the sapphire was more emphasized than any other jewels on it, even the main diamond.

It was obvious the obsession he had with the color, and she figured it would be because of his mother. Now she confirmed it.

Aeri didn't trust anyone anymore, not even Mina. Which was why she hadn't told mina of her plan to take over the nation while mingi was unconscious. No one wanted a woman on the throne, so aeri was going to put her there herself. And the people would not be able to do anything.

Right now aeri would play the role of a dutiful and good wife who was happy her emperor has surpassed death. And then when mingi leaves after han, she is going to appear to be weak, she's going to blame mingi for leaving the kingdom and condemn him for being an unfaithful husband. That will gain the people's sympathy, and then, soon aeri will be on the throne. She will not marry again, and neither will anyone be able to force her.

She will be China's sole empress, as she was always meant to be.

Aeri let out a small smile as she looked at the mirror in front of her, knowing that her time had come.

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Mingi had never seen so much extravagance for a ball, and as he walked down the stairs with aeri's arm wrapped around his, the ministers below clapped for him, bowing at the sight of their emperor. Aeri smiled as she looked at mingi, her eyes indirectly telling him to not look so blanked out.

Mingi sighed as he nodded at the people around them, aeri almost dragging him to the home minister as he started conversing with them. Mingi stared at aeri as she started talking about something, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

He still remembered how nice he felt when aeri had held him in her hands, how warm she felt and how soothing her words were. No one had ever held mingi like that, no one had ever told him such kind words. Now mingi knew those words were nothing but a trap aeri had skillfully set to get rid of him. But even then, mingi's body still longed for hers, he wished she could run her hands along his hair again, put him to sleep.

Aeri : my love?

Mingi quickly looked at aeri as she gave him a knowing smile, mingi looking back at the minister as aeri said

Aeri : mr kim was just asking you whether you would return to court tomorrow.

Mingi : oh, yes. I shall be returning to my duties tomorrow, if god wills it.

Minister : that is good to hear, your majesty. We have missed you very much. The court has been empty all this while long as well, since, you know, the empress refused to leave your bedside and took care of state matters from your chambers itself.

Mingi looked at aeri with raised eyebrows as she smiled at the minister before saying

Aeri : I am a wife before I am an empress, minister. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll need to talk with the other ministers.

The minister bowed with a smile as aeri led mingi away from the home minister to the defense minister that was standing a few meters away from them. Mingi leaned down as he whispered

Mingi : so you did not even leave my side, my good wife?

Aeri : in their eyes, I did not. My plan had to be foolproof, husband, being a woman is not easy.

Mingi looked at aeri as the defense minister quickly bowed down at their presence, smiling as he started talking about something. Except mingi couldn't focus, aeri looked too beautiful in blue.

It was now his favorite color too.

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Mingi sat back against his chair as he took another sip of his wine, staring soullessly into the carpeted floor of the palace ballroom.

"You are too weak, my son, you will love anyone no matter how bad they treat you, like a street dog. They can hit you, bleed you, kill you, but you will still love them as if they've been an angel to you. Your heart is too fragile for this world, you will never be able to control it"

Those had been the very words that had caused mingi to lock his heart away, caging it in stone and never letting it control him. But then the world had called him cruel, they had called him a monster for it. So mingi had realized that the people were going to hate you no matter what you did so he'd learned to stop caring about that too.

And then he'd met aeri, the cold cruel empress of China who ruled only with her head, seeming to have no heart. And yet the people accepted her. Mingi had kept his heart away from her and her feigning actions, but then…then what was this feeling? Why-

Aeri : it is time to dance.

Mingi looked up at aeri, her gloved hand held out for him to hold. Mingi knew he had no choice so he kept the wine glass away before taking her hand, leading her to the dance floor as the band began playing a fast romantic tune. Aeri put her hand on his shoulder as mingi led the waltz, wanting to finish this as soon as possible.

Aeri : do you know something, mingi? While you were unconscious, I'd thought of killing you then and there.

Mingi looked at aeri as she smiled and continued

Aeri : I thought of taking a blade and stabbing it into the same wound I'd helped heal, watching you thrash around helplessly as you tried holding onto whatever was possible. Watching you bleed dry as the sun rose and your eyes turned soulless and your body cold as ice.

Mingi suddenly felt breathless as aeri twirled herself around him before holding his hand once again. For the others around they would seem as a happy couple, the lady hopelessly in love with all her heart eyes and beautiful smiles. Only the both of them knew the words the lady was saying with those same eyes.

Aeri : but then I thought, oh, but if I do that then the people will surely know that I killed my husband and they will burn me to death before throwing the ashes into the river. So I decided to wait.

Mingi tightened his grip on aeri's waist as he lifted her up, twirling her around before putting her back on her feet again.

Aeri : I could kill you even now, my love, and oh how much I wish I could. If only there weren't so many rules and protocols.

Mingi felt his head spin, the suit suddenly feeling too tight on his body as sweat dribbled down his forehead. Before aeri could say anything more mingi whispered

Mingi : let go of me.

Aeri : you cannot leave in between a dance, that is impolite.

Mingi : let me go, aeri! I do not want to continue this.

Aeri : you don't have a choice-

Aeri cut herself off as mingi forced himself out of her hold, turning around as he rushed out of the ballroom. The band suddenly stopped playing at that, the couples and people around looking at aeri in part confusion as she smiled

Aeri : the emperor felt too giddy from the wine, and the dance was getting too much for him physically all of a sudden. I shall take my leave too now, noblemen. I will see you all in court tomorrow, thank you for coming.

The people around bowed at her as aeri gave them all a last smile before walking out of the ballroom as well. She looked around the place for mingi as she saw him rushing towards the garden area, her quickly following him.

She soon paused in front of the fountain area as she saw mingi sitting at the edge of it, his pant cuff drenched in water as sprinkles of it decorated his face and body. Aeri lifted her skirts up as she walked towards him, the cold water now falling on her as well as she said to mingi

Aeri : do you not understand my words, mingi? I told you not to leave-

Mingi : go away.

Aeri scoffed, walking further to the edge of the fountain where mingi's back faced her as she said

Aeri : you think I'll listen? You-

Mingi : LET ME BE MOON AERI!

Aeri looked at mingi as he stared up at her, her realizing that his eyes were red, his shirt now drenched from the fountain water. Was he…aeri stepped back as mingi stood up from his place, walking past her. Aeri let out a breath as she ran to him, holding his arm as she said

Aeri : what is wrong with you? Did the medicine cause something-

Mingi : the medicine caused nothing, I just need time away from you. So please, just let me fucking go.

Aeri : time away from me? Mingi you need to catch han soon and we need to attend to the court tomorrow-

Mingi groaned as he pushed aeri away from him with all his force, causing her to stumble back as she tripped over her skirts and fell down. Aeri gasped, looking up as she glared at mingi.

Aeri : did you just-

Mingi : I TOLD YOU, I DO NOT WISH TO SEE YOU RIGHT NOW! PLEASE!

Aeri stared at mingi in part confusion as he let out a breath and walked away, disappearing into the palace. Aeri let out a breath as she looked at her palm that had cut through a sharp piece of stone during the fall, blood oozing out of it as she muttered under her breath

Aeri : what the bloody hell is wrong with that man.

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Mingi stared blankly at the floors of the palace as he walked towards his chambers three hours later, the half asleep guards bowing at him. Mingi had no idea what had happened to him, why the hell had he reacted like that? He'd sat and thought about it for a whole three hours and he still had no answers. Fuck this, why was he so triggered by what aeri had told him? It wasn't the first time. What changed?

Mingi opened the door to his chambers as he saw aeri fast asleep on the bed, one of her hand dangling down the bed. Mingi frowned as he shut the door behind him, walking closer to aeri as he realized the skin on her palm had split open, probably from him pushing her in the garden.

Mingi sighed, bringing the first aid kit as he kneeled down the floor. He began taking care of the wound gently, not wanting to wake aeri up. He had no idea why he was doing this, but seeing her blood did something to him.

As mingi bandaged up the hand that had once buried itself in his hair, running along his back bringing him comfort no one else had ever offered, he realized how much he'd wanted to go back. Yes, he was not in the right state of mind and yes, he had recurring nightmares and the pain had been terrible. But if that meant having aeri take care of him, if that meant feeling her touch on his skin and her voice that held no sharpness, he'd go through all of it over again.

Mingi kept the first aid kit away as he laid his forehead against the edge of the bed, closing his eyes as a tired sigh fell from his lips. And just like that he'd fallen asleep.

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Han : he definitely loves her.

??? : what?

Han : I'm telling you, san, song mingi loves the empress.

San scoffed, taking a sip of his gin as he said

San : he, song mingi, the great emperor of China and Korea, has fallen in love?

Han realized how hard that was to believe, given mingi's stance in the political realm and his ways with people. But he saw the way he looked at her.

Han : believe it or not, it has happened. We can't defeat mingi face-to-face, he's too strong for that. We need something, someone, else as leverage.

San : so you're saying we should just kidnap the empress instead and lure him to us?

Han : yes, and he'll fall for it, 100 percent.

San supposed kidnapping a woman would be much, much easier than a man, she was too weak to fight back.

San : if this fails-

Han : it won't, san. Love can win battles, but it can also cause great wars, remember? When in love mingi is weak, he will do anything for her life, I am sure of it.

San : well then, I suppose moon aeri it is. By the way, do you think I could have her after all this? She's a pretty thing, I'm sure.

Han : I have nothing to do with that lady, san, I only need her crown. The rest of it is all yours.

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Aeri opened her eyes as she felt a weight on her hand, something smooth tickling against her skin as she looked to her side and realized with a start that mingi was fast asleep beside her, only his head rested against her wounded hand. Why the hell was he on the floor? And why was her hand bandaged?

Aeri let out a breath as she sat up straight, that waking up mingi as well as he woke up with a small groan.

Aeri : did you do this?

Mingi's sleepy eyes looked at the bandage that was wrapped around aeri's hand as he said

Mingi : yes, is it not from yesterday night? At the garden-

Aeri : where you started acting out like a teenage boy? Yes.

Mingi : I-

Aeri : I would appreciate it if you don't do that again, mingi. Now get up, we have to attend to court.

Mingi stared after aeri as she walked towards the bathroom, that same stone cold expression on her face. He wished he could see her smile at least once before she sent him away.

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3 weeks later :

Mingi was now walking towards a secluded area in the city, his fingers wrapped around the royal sword's hilt as he looked around him. He had ignored aeri for weeks now, hoping to get rid of these stupid feelings he had for her. He didn't want to decipher them, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to return from it. And so he'd lost himself in trying to find han, and yesterday he had gotten his first intel saying that han was living in a small place close to the old city market that had been abandoned years ago.

As mingi reached closer to the only small three storied building around, he saw lights lit up in some of the rooms, mingi looking around as he noticed that there was no one around here, it had gotten dark as well. This was seeming more to be a trap than it was now.

And just as mingi was about to step forward the door to the building opened, revealing han who already seemed to have expected him with that smug look on his face.

Shit, shit.

Han : so you're here, your majesty! I see you're healthy again?

Mingi : where did you get the men from?

Han chuckled as he said

Han : you're too smart for your own good, song mingi. But too bad I'm smarter than you.

Mingi let out a breath as han walked into the inside of the building, a bunch of men rushing out of the house after him with weapons in their hands. Mingi quickly pulled out his royal sword as he whispered under his breath

Mingi : god save me.

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Aeri had been sitting on that dining table for half an hour now, picking at her food. She felt no appetite for some reason, as she hadn't felt for the past week. Mingi had been ignoring her for everything other than work purposes, and aeri supposed that was what she ideally wanted, right? He had been focusing on finding han, and that means the sooner mingi would just leave this nation for good.

Except aeri had seen mingi with that puppy the other day, she had seen him smile and laugh for the first time, feeding the stray puppy food and water. The dog hadn't left mingi's side since then, and he had taken it in and was raising it in another room entirely. He hadn't told her about it, but she'd seen him take it for walks, and how happy he had looked with it.

Aeri had tried to ignore it, but then she hadn't seen mingi for a few hours now, and she had little idea where he'd gone. Aeri sighed as she said to the guard behind her

Aeri : did his majesty take the carriage with him?

??? : no your majesty, he went on a single horse.

Aeri : no guards?

??? : none, your majesty.

Aeri let out a breath as she stood up, saying to the maids as she walked towards the door

Aeri : dinner's done.

Aeri quickly walked towards the stables, picking up her bow and arrows along the way as she muttered under her breath

Aeri : damn this man.

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Mingi groaned as he pushed another man away from him, stabbing his already bloodied sword into the man's heart as he pushed him back. There were too many men, and mingi didn't have enough weapons. He had already killed dozens without getting wounded, but mingi felt like he would fall soon. Mingi felt sounds behind him and turned around to see a man running up to him with an axe. Mingi was just about to raise his sword when an arrow was shot straight into the man's heart from behind, causing him to fall down.

Mingi looked up with widened eyes as he saw aeri riding up to him on a horse, a bow and arrow aimed at the men behind him. Mingi stared as aeri shot arrow after arrow past him, her tilting the bow slightly as one of the arrows went right past his ear, causing his earring to jingle as aeri quickly rode up to him and said

Aeri : CLIMB UP!

Mingi looked behind him one last time before climbing aeri's horse, his chest pressing against her back as aeri handed the bow and arrows to mingi

Aeri : shoot.

Mingi held onto the saddle as aeri quickly turned the horse around, mingi raising the bow as he started shooting at the men close to them one by one.

Aeri : are you stupid?

Mingi : what?

Aeri : ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID!

Mingi : han, he has an army now, your majesty.

Aeri : I don't fucking care, mingi!

Mingi : you're the one who wanted me to find out-

Aeri : NOT BY KILLING YOURSELF!

Mingi did not understand why aeri was suddenly being like this. He shot his final arrow as the men finally stopped running after them, aeri leading her horse into a nearby forest as mingi looked around before asking

Mingi : are we going to get lost?

Aeri : no.

Mingi let out a breath as he kept the bow away, letting out a small hiss as he looked at the side of his right arm to realize that there was a deep cut on it. It was probably the only serious wound he'd gotten today.

Aeri : are you hurt?

Mingi : no.

Mingi paused as aeri slowly stopped the horse in between a small clearing, getting off of it as mingi looked at her in confusion

Aeri : get down.

Mingi let out a breath as he got off of the horse, aeri quickly holding his arm as she started inspecting him with worried eyes. Mingi stared at her blankly as he asked

Mingi : what are you doing?

Aeri : checking for any injuries.

Mingi : what does that matter to you?

Aeri : mingi! You just escaped death and now you're putting yourself into it again?

Mingi : you asked me to find han, your majesty. It was an order.

Aeri : you don't have to do it like this! If you die so soon who's going to kill han for me?

Oh, so that was why she'd come to save him. Because she still had uses for him, why did mingi even bother to think otherwise?

Mingi : han tried hurting you, and I'm sure he would do it again your majesty. I need to kill him before that happens.

Aeri : why would he do it to me? Why not you?

Mingi : because…look it doesn't matter. We-

Aeri : mingi, tell me.

Mingi stared at aeri as she looked up at him with those same eyes that mingi felt shone brighter than the stars above him.

Mingi : is that a command?

Aeri : yes.

Mingi : because you are my only weakness, because getting to you would be the best way to get to me, my heart. If they can't defeat me through physical force, they will do it this way.

Aeri : what…what is that supposed to mean?

Mingi : you've already researched about me, your majesty, you know how it gets when I…fall in love.

Aeri : what? Fall in love with who?

Why the hell was this lady so bloody clueless, mingi thought.

Mingi : we need to go back to the palace.

Aeri : I did not get my answer-

Mingi : it doesn't matter.

Aeri : it does to me!

Mingi : GOD DAMN IT, IT'S YOU! YOU…I've fallen in love with you.

Aeri stepped back in shock, her eyes widening as she scoffed and whispered

Aeri : this is a trap. You're trying to use my own moves against me-

Mingi : I am not so cruel, your majesty, and I am not as good as a liar as you are.

Aeri felt her heart beat faster as she muttered under her breath

Aeri : this cannot be true.

Mingi : I wish it wasn't.

Aeri : why…no, why would you fall in love with me? I have-

Mingi : I do not know, okay. Now can we go back to the palace, please.

Aeri watched as mingi got on top of the horse, holding out a hand for her to hold as aeri sighed and took it, using it to lift herself up onto the horse back as mingi started riding the horse through the forest.

For a few minutes neither of them said anything, mingi was too embarassed and aeri was too shocked. That was until she realized.

Aeri : do you know the way around this forest?

Mingi : how else do you think I came here, your majesty?

Aeri sighed as she looked around, the place getting darker as time passed. If they didn't reach mainland soon they'd be doomed.

Mingi : we need to prepare for war.

Aeri : war?

Mingi : han has an army now, your majesty, I told you. And there is only one way he could've attained it. Choi san.

Aeri : the king of our neighboring kingdom?

Mingi : yes, do you know him?

She didn't know him but she knew his body.

Aeri : he used to be my muse once, when my old husband got quite boring.

Mingi : what?

Aeri rolled her eyes as she started

Aeri : we used to have sex-

Mingi : no. no no I get it.

The last thing mingi wanted to hear right now was her past sexual relations and how it went. Aeri smirked as she moved her hair away from her face. Once again there was a pause for few minutes before mingi suddenly asked

Mingi : do you still love him?

Aeri : love? I've never loved him, mingi, or anyone for that matter. I have only ever used him for my own pleasure, as I have for everyone else in my life.

Mingi sighed, riding the horse faster as he whispered

Mingi : this is going to be such a mess.

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for-a-longlongtime · 6 months

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Whoring it up in denim since ‘75 please! A piece of the story if you don’t mind, a general outline if you do lol.

(Gosh you’re good with titles, that’s an excellent one btw)

All the credit for that title goes to @morallyinept really! And I have to be honest, as much as I really really love that title the fic ended up getting a little away from the initial denim premise - so there's a chance that it'll be titled differently. But if so I'll probably end up writing another fic for that title. <3

I actually posted a snippet of this in an earlier WIP post I think, so let me try and pull out a bit that I think hasn't been shared yet....

-> read previous snippet of this fic here, btw

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“God, you sure look pretty like that”, Santi says quietly, his voice breaking on the word 'pretty' in a way that makes you clench. You wish you could grab those words from his lips and take them deep into your mouth, swallow them down and have them fill you up, find out whether they taste just as good as everything about him looks. His eyes flit down from yours to the sight of Frankie, whose back is turned to Santi as he's still kneeling on the floor, and you know exactly what kind of view that must be - shoulders stretching all broad under his shirt, the damp curls sticking against the back of his neck, and his jeans still undone from earlier.

You watch Santi watch him, a whirl of expressions passing over his face that all spell out desire. Mentally you reach back for the words he said a moment ago, tasting them in your mouth again as you wonder which one of you he was calling pretty. Not knowing so, or perhaps even more the possibility that he means both of you, makes it hard to breathe, and you can feel yourself getting even wetter as you stare back at him in shock.

“Fuuuck”, Frankie whispers, barely audible and sounding awed, like his voice is going to break. You know that he had felt your body respond, your walls tightening around his fingers at Santi's words. You both seem frozen in place, until he slides his fingers out of you, the squelch of your wet pussy obscenely loud in the quiet locker room. For one terrible moment, you wonder if that's it - if he is going to get back up on his feet and cover you. The frustration of that thought is the only thing that makes you break the stare between you and Santiago, ready to unabashedly beg Frankie to continue.

Looking down, you see his fingers coated with so much with your arousal that it's almost dripping to the floor. He looks up at you, eyes hazy and even darker than they were before, then slips his fingers into his mouth to slowly sucks them clean. You whimper, heat flaring in your belly, and the pleased smile on his face tells you that is exactly what he was hoping for. Before you can respond, his hands roughly grab you and he pulls your left thigh over his shoulder, tilting your hips until he has you right where he wants you. "Give me that," he growls as he moves down, and this time its not his fingers opening you up, but the wet shock of his tongue pushing inside of you.

#pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #fic rec #wip tag game #wip #my fic #santiago pope garcia x reader

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idabbleincrazy · 4 months

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Never a Wish Better Than This Ch. 5

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 5177

Warnings: smut, porn with feelings, banter, foreplay, bottom!Lex, needy Lex, anal fingering, anal, emotional smut, coming untouched, vaguely implied past Lex/Bruce

Summary: Lex finally gives Clark the best gift he could ever give him: himself

A/N: yay! smut!! should be at least one more chapter for to wrap this story up before heading on to episode rewrites.

Clark's POV:

"So, we're not done for the - Spaceboy?!"

Oh, I want to bite that smirk off his lips.

"What, too soon?" Lex was looking way too smug for someone who came like a geyser after only a couple minutes with my tongue up his ass. He heaved a dramatic sigh. "Fine. Compromise. You're only Spaceboy in the bedroom; everywhere else, you're Farmboy. Although…maybe someday I'll catch you wearing a cowboy hat…then I'll just start playing Steve Miller."

"You are such a dork."

"A dork I may be, but I'm your dork now."

That catches my breath in my throat. I clutch him closer, loving the way his hardening cock twitches against my hip.

"Are you, Lex? Are you mine?"

I bite back the groan of complaint as his hand releases my dick, but keep my gaze locked on his face as he slides the hand into my hair, his lips hovering over mine as he stretches up towards me.

"I think I've been yours since you breathed life back into me, Clark."

"I'm yours, too, you know. Probably since that night in the field. You saved me that night, more than you know." I want to tell him about Lana's necklace, about the green Kryptonite, but it's not later yet, and it'll take too long, raise too many questions that'll take us rambling down so many paths. He promised me more, more sights and sounds and tastes and…more. And I want that more than I want to relieve my burden of secrets. So, I close the distance between our lips instead, kissing him bruisingly, if fleetingly. "I'll always be yours, Lex."

A growl of hungry approval from him, and his hand is back on my cock, fingers wrapped around the shaft and roughly jerking me back to hardness. His head tilts to the side, dipping, and my eyes flutter shut as I feel him try his hardest to suck a hickey into my invulnerable skin.

"Christ, Lex, feels good. Wish I could carry your mark on me."

I let my hands wander over his pale, smooth, flawless flesh as he works me between hand and mouth, slowly driving me insane all over again. One hand slips down over the curve of his ass, and I squeeze at the handful of firm, muscled Luthor-buttcheek, nudging him up against me to feel that hard cock press harder into me. God, I love the sounds he makes.

"I…oh, yeah,...I believe you said something about showing me more?"

Lex breaks away, panting, his eyes dark once more. Lex aroused is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my short life, and it's a sight I'll never grow tired of.

"Honestly, Clark, after what you've shown me, I'm not exactly certain what you haven't seen. How much have you done before, Clark?"

I knew that the talk of experience, or lack of it, would come up at some point; I'd just hoped it wouldn't be now. I'd hoped to have more time before explaining the Red K Summer of Kent.

Nudging him back a bit, I sat up against the headboard, looking away from him when his gaze turned curious.

"I…remember that whole thing with Edge and that summer I spent in Metropolis, while you were missing?" A slow nod from him. "Well, I wasn't exactly myself."

"In the hazy memories, he called you Kal."

"Yeah, well…Kal - he's, he's me, without restraint. Without all the worries about right or wrong, without guilt or fear. Kal cared about Kal, about doing what felt good, without caring about anyone else."

"Like, your id?"

Lex sat up beside me, pressing himself against my side. There was a flash of concern across his face, and it warmed me that he cared, and that he wasn't bombarding me with questions about why, if I had been doing drugs, all the questions I'd had to field from Chloe and Lana when I came back.

"I guess…he was me, just, freer. I ran away 'cause I couldn't deal with causing mom to miscarry - long story", and, of course his eyes are full of questions now, "tomorrow, I promise. I didn't want the guilt and the pain, so I let Kal out.

"I've had feelings for you for so long, Lex. And, Kal, he let my curiosity take over. I experimented in Metropolis, realized I was definitely bisexual. Those clubs were full of beautiful men and women, and so many of them were willing to follow me along, no questions."

"They'd have to be blind to refuse you on your best behavior, Clark, I doubt anyone would stand a chance against an uninhibited Clark Kent. But, that doesn't exactly answer my original question…how far have you gone in your experimentations?"

I didn't think I was still capable of blushing at this point, but apparently, I was wrong.

"I've kissed, I've groped, I've gotten head, from men and women - but never anything as good as what you just did," that earned me another appearance of the smug smirk. "I've given blow-jobs, gone down on girls, fingered a few - vaginally and…anally. That's about it. Even then, I didn't want to go further than that. I've never gone all the way with anyone, male or female."

Lex looks surprised, pleasantly so.

"So, that was the first time you've ever rimmed someone?" I nod my head, letting him get the questions out that I know are brewing. "And no one ever did that for you? How?"

"I've watched a lot of porn over the past few years."

Lex let out a small laugh.

"Think what you'd be like with a skilled instructor, then. Christ, Clark. Fooled around but still technically a virgin, huh? Not even Alicia? I mean, honeymoon in Vegas…"

"Not even then. Almost, but that was mostly Kal, too, and I snapped out of it before…and it just didn't feel right. Not like it feels now. I guess, Kal or Clark, I just always wanted it to be you. I loved Lana, I loved Alicia, and they'll have a part of my heart forever, but they're not you."

Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen that look of wonder on his face, maybe since I stopped him from being run over by Morgan Edge's car. I don't get much time to soak it in before his mouth is on mine again, his lithe body sprawled halfway across mine as his tongue delves deep.

"So…still want me, then? Not turned off by my sordid past?"

"I wasn't asking you to judge you, Clark. I was genuinely curious, needed to know how slow, how careful, I needed to take this." Lex is pressing soft kisses to my throat now, the words whispered against my skin. "And you could never turn me off, Clark; I've had my own wild years, my own sexual experiments. It's almost a rite of passage in my world. I was just so thrown by what we've done so far, and, I'll admit, kinda jealous."

"Really? I made you jealous?"

"Yes, Clark. I'm quite often jealous with you, or maybe you haven't realized I have a tendency towards obsession when it comes to you? The thought of someone teaching you that…just, don't point out anyone you might recognize from that summer if we ever do the Metropolis club scene together."

"I'll keep that in mind. And you have nothing to be jealous of, Lex, none of them compare to you."

My hands are rubbing up and down his back, each sweep down bringing my fingers back down to the firm cheeks of his ass. Lex's brushing kisses haven't stopped even through the talking and petting, his mouth slowly traveling down my neck and across my collarbone. I let my head fall back against the headboard, just enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue on my skin, the slick trail his hard cock is leaving along my hip as he shifts to reach across me. On a downstroke, I let the fingers of one hand trail between the cleft of his ass, the tip of one digit glancing lightly over the puckered skin I'd focused so much eager attention on earlier. Apparently, that particular bit of skin is a definite trigger for Lex.

Lex's POV:

I feel the slightest pressure there, a tease of air more than anything, really, and a jolt of arousal courses through me, resharpening my focus from the indolent foreplay I've been engaging in. With a moan I can't contain, I straddle Clark, my attention shifting from the slow build up and idle, if informational, chatter. Our cocks brush against each other and Clark lets out a hiss at the contact, bucking up even as his hands clasp around my waist, tugging me down, grinding us closer together.

"Enough talk", I manage to gasp out, "time for that more I promised you."

He lets out a groan of agreement.

"Yeah, good plan. Show me, Lex, show me everything."

And I plan to. Mostly. I may have rebounded quickly from the first orgasm, but at twenty-five I'm not sure I've got more than one more round in me tonight. There's still time left in the day to give him one last present…

"Gonna worship you, Clark, like you deserve." I shimmy back a bit, straddling the breadth of his thighs now, and dip my head down to lick over his skin, tasting the sunshine and slight salt tang of his flesh, trailing my tongue down to one pebbling, dusky-brown nipple. He arches into the touch and I have to mumble around the pert nub as one hand slides up to cradle my head, oh so gentle, keeping me from moving too far. "Dreamt of this for years, baby, tasting you, feeling you, beneath me, above me, around me…in me."

His breath hitches at that, and I smirk around his nipple, knowing I've just thrown him for a loop. No one would ever dare to presume a Luthor would bottom, ever. And, typically, I don't, haven't for years. Too much control given over in that act, too much trust. But I don't want complete control here, want us, if nowhere else, to be equals here; he's trusted me, finally, with his secrets, and I need to give that trust in return, starting with this.

"Lex, God, you sure? We don't have to-"

"I'm sure, Clark. It's what I want, what I've wanted for so long." I can feel him tensing slightly beneath me, and I can't have that, so I push back against his hand; I know it's only with his allowance I'm able to pull back, his hand sliding down to the juncture of my shoulder as I meet his gaze. "This isn't just a fuck, Clark. There'll be no diamond cufflinks waiting on the dresser in the morning, no parting gifts. I love you, and I want this."

"I don't wanna hurt you, Lex. My strength…if I lose control…"

"You won't hurt me, Clark. Not more than I can take, anyways, and nothing permanent. Hell, I don't think you could bring yourself to cause me real physical pain even if I asked you to. You can let go a little with me, I bounce back quicker than most."

"Have you ever…y'know, bottomed?" Aww, shy Clark is back, that blush I'll never grow tired of infusing his tan skin. And, wow, that blush travels further than I thought it could.

"Yeah. But it's been years. I haven't wanted to with anyone in a long time. The guys I've been with for the past few years, I didn't feel anything more than passing lust for them. This is so much more than just lust. Until you, I didn't think I'd ever want to bottom again. I want you in every way, Clark, starting with this."

There's a brief pause and then a nod, his body relaxing under me again as his fear abates. I smile down at him, losing myself in those bright, green eyes until his cock twitches against my stomach, pulling me back to the moment.

"Okay, but...I mean, I know the mechanics of it, Lex, but…I don't…what if I'm not…not good, or-"

"I'll guide you, Clark. And, trust me, baby, if earlier was anything to go by, you'll be better than perfect." God, sex-god and tender virgin rolled into one, and mine, here, in the bed I insisted on setting up personally. I'm torn between worshiping this exquisite creature further and just impaling myself on his cock with just the brief stretching his tongue provided to ease the way. My cock aches at the thought of the pleasurable burn Clark's thick length will bring, swaying me closer towards just getting on to the main event. His face is so open right now, lust and love and confidence and uncertainty all clear in his wide eyes and small smile. "Christ, don't look at me like that, or I'll cum again before you're even in me."

"Wouldn't want that, would we?"

This boy's gonna give me whiplash.

"No, we certainly wouldn't, Clark."

Abandoning my plan to taste and tease every considerable inch of his body, I roll off of Clark, stretching out in the empty space beside him, smirking at the noise of confusion he makes.

"Want you on top of me, baby. Been too long since I've had anything close to as big as you in me for me to ride you just yet, and I wanna see your face when you fuck me."

Clark rolls to his side, his hand cupping my face like he's holding a wounded bird, eyes dark and serious.

"Not fuck, remember? Making love."

Making love", I assent, turning to press a kiss into his palm. "Gonna need lube…am I right in assuming condoms won't be necessary? I haven't gotten sick since I lost my hair."

"I don't get sick, ever."

"Good. Wanna feel you, just you." I let out a groan as his hand slides down my body to grasp my cock. There's a cheeky grin on his face as he jerks me, exquisitely slow. "Lube, Clark…bedside table…bottom drawer."

I bite back the whimper of loss as he rolls away, off the bed.

"Jeez, Lex! Just in case you need it. Be safe, have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Lex." His brow is raised as he waves the sheet of stationary at me. "That doesn't leave much out, now does it? Would you have really just let me bring girls up here to sleep with? Or guys?"

"I wouldn't have wanted to know about it, but I really do want this to be your own private place away from everything, Clark. And, I figured it would have been better for you to be prepared, if you ever brought Lana, or someone, over. I'd do anything for you, Clark, and anything necessary to protect you, even against yourself, haven't you figured that out yet?"

"Think I'm getting the picture." He looked back into the drawer, a nervous chuckle falling from his lips. "God, how many kinds of lube do they make? And, good guess on the condom size."

"Looking at you now, in all your glory, I think they might've ended up a bit tight." I should've grabbed the lube myself, and avoided all this time-wasting chatter. "I'll introduce you to the varied world of flavored lube later, Clark, just grab the blue bottle and get back up here. Need you, now."

As Clark complies, I shift on the bed, glad I picked a mattress nearly as grand as my own, spreading my legs wide enough for him to settle between when he climbs back up. I feel the heat of his gaze as he looks over my body, eyes falling shut for a moment after he reaches the point between my thighs. Maybe that heat wasn't just imagined, and I'll have to remember to ask him the full extent of his powers after I see a flicker of something in his eyes when they open again.

I grab the bottle from him, pleased to see he's unwrapped it in that special speed of his, and take his hand in mine. Deftly popping the lid with my thumb, I pour a sizable amount of lube over his fingers. I know it's gonna be a four-finger kinda job to get me even nearly ready for his girth, and I feel myself clench in aroused anticipation as he rubs his fingers together to warm the slick gel.

"Please."

His clean hand soothes along my inner thigh as he trails sticky fingers down over my balls, along my perineum. His eyes snap back up to mine as I let out a hushed gasp at the feel of a digit circling around my rim. That seducer look is back on his face, a fallen angel seeking pleasure from a corrupt humanity, lips parted with panting breaths as a finger nudges against me.

"Open up for me, Lex. Let me in."

And I do. I stretch my legs further apart, forcing my muscles to relax and allow the almost foreign intrusion. And, oh, God, so good. Just knowing it's him, his finger slipping inside me so gently, instead of my own, instead of one of the faceless women I'd allowed to tease back there as I pictured his face behind closed eyelids. I arch my head back against the pillow, eyes closing, just enjoying the feel of Clark's index finger easing in and out of me. Already not enough.

"More, baby."

He groans and on the next push in I feel the slight burn of stretching muscle. I bear my hips down, taking the two thick fingers into me faster than he was willing. Need his cock soon, can't stand the wait as he exacts such tortuous care and diligence. Wonder if mind-reading is one of his abilities as a third soon pushes past the clenching ring of muscle; more delicious stretchburnpaineuphoria, deeper now, as space is made within, tip of a finger glancing over my prostate, needle-sharp pleasure bolting up my spine.

"Oh, God, Clark!"

Have to clamp a hand around my cock, squeeze until the overwhelming need to cum subsides. Teasing lick of tongue over the weeping head prolonging my fight to regain control.

"Fuck, you're evil."

"Couldn't help it, Lex. Needed to taste you again. Jesus. You're just so fucking beautiful, baby; love you like this best, I think. Won't know for sure till I'm in you, till you're cumming on my cock." A desperate whine fills my ears, I think it came from me. His fingers are still pumping steadily into me, tugging at the rim briefly before plunging back in. "Do you need more, Lex? Is three enough? Don't…can't hurt you, baby."

"You won't. One more…I can take it…one more, and spread them a bit. And then I want you in me."

There's a moment of resistance as his pinky tries to join the others, and I will myself to relax further, pushing down against his hand, glad that Clark is quick on the uptake as he stills and lets me take the digit in on my own. One huge hand on my thigh, spreading me as open as I can go in this position, his gaze drifting back down to where he's stretching me, a low growl of hunger falling from his lips.

"God, I'm so tempted just to eat you out again, Lex. Have you cum on just my tongue again."

That does it. Control, meet window. Can't stop the stream of babble from flowing, hips working against his fingers as he slows his thrusts.

"Jesus fucking Christ, now! Now, Clark, in me…evil little shit, fuck me! Need you, baby…make love to me."

"Yeah. Shit, yeah. I've got you, Lex."

Pathetically needy sound I didn't even know I was capable of making escapes at the loss of his fingers, feeling empty and hollow as his hands tug my legs up, pushing trembling limbs up towards my chest, breathless command to hold them there forcing my own hands into action. Twitch of my cock against my stomach at the sound of lube slicking skin, snick of a cap and thud of the bottle landing somewhere on the floor.

Blunt pressure against my loosened hole makes me hiccup a breath, and above me, his face is so young again, so innocent as he teeters on this cusp of adulthood. I feel like a teenager again, fifteen and in the arms of the classmate I once thought I'd love forever. For a millisecond, sapphire replaces emerald as my eyes blur with unbidden tears, broad body hovering still over me. Thumb brushes away the tear that escapes, and I blink away the rest. The other disappears, Clark remains. Salt on my tongue as that thumb brushes over my parted lips, his head dipping down to press a benediction of a kiss to my forehead.

"Where'd you go, baby?"

Shake of head, voice thick with time as I answer.

"Doesn't matter. It's the past. I'm here, right here, with my future."

"I love you, Lex."

"Show me."

A smile gracing his pouty mouth as he braces his hands on either side of my head, and pushes forward.

"Slow", I utter the warning as the head of his cock breaches me, stretching me beyond the girth of his preparation. He heeded, easing himself into me just an inch before stilling, his breath fanning across my face in harsh puffs. Just seven or so more to go. God. "More, Clark, don't stop. Just slow. Till you're all the way in me, 'kay?"

"Yeah. God…so tight, Lex. Lemme know…if I hurt…hurt you."

"It's a good hurt, baby. The best hurt."

He moaned and slid in further, his substantial girth consistently gliding into me on the copious amount of lube. And, God, was I glad I made him use four fingers. There was no doubt I'd still feel this in the morning.

In and in and in, until I felt him, thighs flush against mine. I let my hands slide from where I was gripping at my legs, to grip even tighter at his back, nails digging into undamageable skin for purchase as he bottomed out, panting for breath as my body fought to adjust to such unbelievable fullness. He held himself over me, his face swimming into focus as I forced my eyes open. When had they closed?

"Baby? Lex? Did I hurt you? God…ohhh…te-tell me I didn't hurt you."

"Never, Clark. You could never hurt me. Not like this. Feels…Jesus…so good, baby. So full. Never…ahh…never felt like this before. It's never felt so right. Perfect." As I became used to the stretch and the burn abated, I moved testingly, my legs wrapping around his waist. The change in position pulled him in impossibly further. "Ohhh! Oh, God, move, Clark…need you to move!"

"Yesss."

His lips closed the small distance between us to capture mine in a scorching kiss as he pumped his hips, my groan muffled by his mouth. He kept his pace slow, and I knew it was just as much a sign of his care as anything. Keeping slow so as not to lose control over his strength.

He could have torn me to shreds for all I would have noticed, my brain simply a running loop of in me, Clark Kent is inside me. Lord knows what kind of noises I was emitting as he drove me to the brink of combustion, every ounce of my remaining willpower directed on holding back the threatening orgasm, needing this to last as long as possible; eternity would make a good start.

His voice filtered in through the haze of arousal, bringing me back to the surface.

"Love you, Lex. God, love you. So beautiful, so perfect. Knew you would be, baby. Oh, fuck, love the way your ass feels…so tight. So good. Shit, makes me want to lose myself in you, just let go. Can't…mmmh…need…"

"Do it, Clark. Let go for me. I can take it." I wanted to feel him, his glory, unrestrained, free. "I don't break easy, baby. Give me everything."

Clark shifts with a growl and quickens his pace, the angle thudding the head of his cock into my prostate on every thrust. He shuffles closer, bending me nearly in half, his mouth clamping down on mine, tongue leaving nothing unexplored as he smothers my cries of pleasure. My cock aches, trapped between us, riding the ridges of his abs as he rides into me endlessly. I wish I could match his stamina. Turn my head to the side for a breath, pressing hot kisses to his throat and shoulder as I clutch him closer, heels digging into the round globes of his ass.

"Fuck, Clark…not gonna last. Gotta cum, baby. Shit, Clark, fuck me harder. Wanna feel you…feel you cum, filling me up. Oh, God, harder, make me cum."

Short burst of speed, barrage of thrusts abusing my prostate, his breath loud and hot in my ear as he enfolds me in his arms, lifting me up. Tendons strain as he holds me close to him in an angle that should be impossible, arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby koala, and I should be embarrassed at my desperate clinging, but I'm beyond caring about anything other than the feel of his dick hammering into me and my own swollen length striving for release.

"Cum for me, Lex", he whispers in my ear, voice rough and deep, a man's voice now. "God, baby, lemme feel you cum."

The most unhinged, animal sound rips through me at the command, and I stiffen, muscles clenching around him so hard it would have hurt anyone else. Wet splashes between us, sticking us together, cock spurting thick bullets of cum as he fucks me through my release.

"Shit. Oh, shit! Fuck, so beautiful when you cum, Lex…so beautiful. So fucking tight around my cock, so perfect. Christ! Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up. Love you so much, Lex."

Wordless moan of discordant syllables uttered into his flesh as I fight for the coherence to echo his sentiment. Hips still pistoning in and out of me as he tries to make it last, but even his stamina must come to a plateau at some point. With muscles turning quickly to putty in his encompassing embrace, I clench around him once more, finding my voice at last.

"Give it to me, Clark."

A broken groan sounds and he pumps into me one last time, cum hotter than I've felt before spilling into me, filling me well past full to where I can feel it leaking back out and down my thighs as his climax stretches out into forever. Incongruously gentle kisses press to the side of my face, my temple, my scalp, as still he cums.

I lift my head from his shoulder, into the rain of kisses, and see the ceiling much closer than it should be. Clutch tighter on instinct, fear of heights, a small itch at the back of my brain.

"Uh, Clark?"

"Mmmh?"

"Are-are we floating?"

Spill of seed tapers off as my question brings him back to clarity.

"Shit!"

Lurch of stomach as he rolls me over in a burst of inhuman speed before we land with a heavy thunk on the bed, wooden frame creaking in offense. And he's still in me.

Absurdity strikes and manic laughter rings in the air before I can rein it in. He's looking up at me more than a little dazed and confused, and utterly debauched, and I lean down to capture his mouth in a sloppy kiss before untangling my limbs from around him and sitting up. The movement jostles his still half-hard cock within me, and I hope he doesn't catch the fleeting wince as the girthy length twitches. I know I'm grinning like a loon, jaw threatening to crack at how wide my lips are spread.

Clark Kent loves me. Clark Kent made love to me. Clark Kent is an alien from a planet that no longer exists, and can survive car crashes, bullets, crazed mutated humans, can lift at least my hundred and eighty pounds like it's nothing, can move faster than the eye can see. Oh, and floats. And fucks like Zeus on steroids.

"Um, Lex, you okay?"

"Peachy." I hiccup a laugh, trying to hold back the return of mania. "You?"

"I think I've cum most of my brains out, but other than that…amazing. Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little…I don't know…shellshocked?"

"Just a little reality catching up." I break the concerned gaze he has trained on me and glance at the clock; 11:59. "Happy birthday, Clark. So…floating?"

Oh, that fucking blush again. If I weren't so wrung out from two rounds in as many hours, I'd probably be hard again just from that. And my cock does make a valiant effort, twitching feebly against Clark's stomach.

"Yeah…it usually only happens when I'm asleep, when I dream."

"Naughty dreams?"

"Uh-huh."

"Huh, hormone-based powers. That must've made puberty fun. But, we'll save the in-depth scientific analyzing for tomorrow. Wanna bask."

Reluctantly, I ease myself off his cock, still somewhat jelly-legged, and slide off him to the side. Immediately, his arm slips under me, tugging me close against his side. Rallying strength, I toss my arm over his waist, heedless of the mixture of cum and sweat sticking to the golden skin.

"I never thought sex could be like that, Lex. So perfect, so mind-blowing."

"It's never been quite that spectacular for me either, Clark. Think it's the fact that it's you. That it's love, along with the lust. That, I think, makes all the difference."

"Whatever the reason, I'm glad tonight happened. All of it." He lets loose a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Sleepy?"

"Yeah. You wore me out, stud."

Undignified snort followed by a groan of bone-deep exhaustion, the night's activities taking their toll at last.

"The day I wear you out will be the day my father cuts his mortal thread."

"Please, don't mention your father in bed ever again." Well, that made his erection wilt. At least I know I won't have to worry about him pulling a Victoria. "No mentioning of any parents at all when we're naked."

"Duly noted."

I yawn into his shoulder and before my mouth even closes, he's maneuvered us beneath the plush covers, the lights extinguished. His cum is still dripping from my used hole, and I feel slightly empty without his girth stretching me, but I'm just too damn comfortable like this to bother an attempt at a clean up. Sheets can be changed, muscles will retract back into place. His warmth surrounding me is all I really need right now.

"So, tell me, Clark," I voice one last curiosity before I allow slumber to claim me. "When you blew out the candles, what did you wish for?"

If it's at all within my power, I'll make it come true.

"This, Lex. I wished for this."

*****

@leatafandom

#lemon #clex fic #smallville fic #bottom!lex

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mysterious-gizem · 1 year

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Sacrificed

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This was a prompt given by my friend @sheena-yuet

I hope you enjoy!

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Dark brown hazy eyes scanned the organized room filled treasures worth so much gold, His eyes landed on a mesmerizing purple gem, which was placed on a pedestal. He crept up to the pedestal with a focused gaze, He pulled out a counterfeit gem to switch. The brunette steadied his posture and swiped the gem, and instantly switched it.

A grin grew on his face as he examined the the purple gem, Watching it shimmer in the faint light of the room. "George we need to go." A voice came from across the room, The male turned around facing his partner whom was holding a bag filled with gold.

"Yea-" George agreed as he tucked away the purple gem carefully, Both men snuck into the vents once more. Leaving the vault.

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George took deep breaths of air as they were now far from the place they had been before, The two males giggled as they set up a small camp to stay for the night.

"That was sooo easy!" A ravenette boasted as he sat beside the fire they set up, "Pfft- Yea." George giggled along while reaching out at a basket with raw fish. "We have..." George started meddling in the basket, "Salmon or Cod?" George asked, turning his head to look at the other male.

The ravenette contemplated for a few seconds until deciding, "Eh I'll take Salmon." Sapnap said as he nipped at his bottom lip. George took out two Salmon's and started cooking it above the fire.

After a still yet calming silence Sapnap started speaking which made the brunette lightly jump at the sudden noise. "I heard there's this place called Las Nevadas." George's interests perked as each word flew out of Sapnap's mouth, "They have tons of casino's so I bet we can snag a pretty penny from them." Sapnap giggled.

"Let's head there tomorrow to check things out." George suggested grabbing the cooked fish, Handing one of them over to Sapnap. "Yea sure." Sapnap simply agreed while munching on his food. Both males finished the night by trampling over their fire, Sapnap stretched his arms over his head and bent down to snuggle himself in his sleeping bag.

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When Sapnap's eyes fluttered open seeing the dim lighting of the sky. He groggily sat up staring at the calm sky—It was probably around 5 AM—He watched the brunette shuffle in his own sleeping bag. He sighed as he started packing up.

A while later the brunette sluggishly woke up, Sapnap gestured for George to fix up and get ready to leave. Whilst whining George slowly moved to collect his own items. Once all of their items were collected the sun was starting to unveil itself from the horizons.

The two males swung their leather satchels to their backs and continued to head into a specific direction Sapnap pointed to, The gusty wind hitting their faces. Sapnap's bandana flailed around like a fish out of water.

While George's hair danced around his head covering his eye view every once in a while, The wind increased as it howled. George sputtered as a fly entered his mouth before Sapnap let out a heavy laugh, Whilst the brunette glared at him.

"Shut up." George said while rolling his eyes, Sapnap swiped away a tear in his eye. Their hair continued to sway against the wind as they continued to traverse across the lands leading to Las Nevadas.

Even as the wind slowed down a bit, It still made their hair bounce around softly. Both males eyes stung as the sand flew into their eyes, Tears pricked on the ravenette's and brunettes eyes from the desert sand.

A sigh of relief was let out after the wind died down. George blinked a few times as red puffy eyes looked around, They made their way to the giant casino infront of them. The intimidating modern building standing tall and proud, Both theives focused their gazes on the empty yet clean pathways of the land.

"Hmm..." A voice rang in their ears as they whipped their heads around being met with a short duck hybrid wearing a white collard shirt with suspenders and black pants, Sapnao noticed the small golden wings rested on the side. Although George noticed the blue beanie on the males head and all the gold and silver jewelry he was wearing.

"Who are you?" Sapnap asked fixing his posture, "Shouldn't I be asking that?" The duck hybrid spoke, "I mean-...You guys are the one stepping on my lands." He stated putting one of his arms on his waist.

Sapnap opened his mouth to respond, But George spoke first before he could muster a word. "We're traveller's and we heard about this place." The brunette explained to the short ravenette.

He recieved a hum in response as the man's eyes scanned the two of them with a questionable gaze, "Hmm...If that's so then how about I give you guys a tour?" The duck hybrid proposed with an ear to ear grin.

"Sure-" George and Sapnap spoke in unison, "Great!" The shorter exclaimed. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Quackity from Las Nevadas." The man now known as 'Quackity' greeted in a formal manner.

"Let's begin the tour!"

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After what felt like hours, Quackity offered for them to stay for the night in one of the buildings there. "Finally, I thought that guy would never stop blabbering." George groaned flopping down on the soft bed, "Atleast we now know where he keeps all his precious items." Sapnap snickered while kicking off his shoes. "I'll do a background check tomorrow and we'll take his stuff at midnight."

George nodded as he dozed off to sleep.

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Midnight eventually came and they were standing on the roof of the casino where a vent layed beside them, George kneeled down and started to unscrew the vent. It popped off as it was moved to the side.

George held his head over the vents scanning around for possibly any rodents, In the clear George leaped down making a loud thud as his feet slammed against the metal. He went in a crawling position and crawled deeper into the vent, Soon he heard another loud thump against the metal vents, The brunette assumed it was his ravenette companion as he continued to make his way around the ventilation system. After passing multiple vents leading into different places he abruptly stopped infront of a specific vent.

He once again unscrewed the vent once again and was instantly met with the glimmering and shimmering of gold and gemstones. He snickered as he swiftly hopped down landing on his legs, He hungrily looked at the treasure before him as if he would consume them.

With quiet steps he went closer to the pile if gold coins and started stashing his bag. He heard a soft grunt hearing the familiar footsteps of the ravenette, "I'll get the diamonds." Sapnap spoke as he went over to a decently sized box filled with diamonds in different shapes and sizes.

George stared at the accumulated amount of gold he had in his satchel, Yet with the pure joy rushing in his veins another feeling aroused as if...

Something was off...

George has seen one to many gold peices to know what they would look like, He picked up one of the gold nuggets and scanned it. He let out a light gasp at the realization, Everything was wrong...

The color was too yellow...

It's texture did not feel normal...

It was fairly weighted different especially for the size was close to the size of his palm...

This is not gold.

George turned his head to warm Sapnap something wasn't right, But when he turned around Sapnap was gone and he was alone in the white colored vault.

He suddenly felt something sharp prick his neck, His panicked gaze looked at his neck.

A dart...

His vision went blurry, in a matter of seconds as he fell unconscious on the ground with a thud.

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Clink...

"Huh?'

Clunk...

'Wha-'

Clink...

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George's eyes shot open as he woke up. His wide eyes looked around seeing multiple guards in their uniforms, Another guard was holding Sapnap who was starting to wake up aswell. George snapped his head to the side when he heard a chuckle echo eerie dark room.

Sapnap looked at the dark silhouette, Emerging from the dark corner.

"Well look what we have here~" Quackity grinned as he tilted his head to the side. "Where the hell are we!?" George screamed struggling against the guards grip on him, "You are in no place to speak." The shorter growled.

"If I recall correctly, You two theives we're the ones pricking and prodding around." Quackity said in a taunting voice. Both males looked at him with hatred in their eyes, Yet he wasn't wrong.

"Sir, Should we bring them into the dungeon." The gruff voice of the guard asked. George's faced flushed with worry as his gaze flickered from Sapnap to the duck hybrid.

He watched as the duck hybrid looked at them. Suddenly Quackity had an idea as a smirk formed on his face, Sapnap and George looked at eachother with agitated eyes.

"Bring them to the beast."

Those words rang in both males ears repeatedly, They snapped back into reality when they we're yanked away leading them to a long hallway, The mossy stone walls and the concrete floor made George tense at how it looked.

Sapnap however kept a stern gaze watching the path they were taking occasionally scanning the guards, They turned a corner seeing a tall wooden door at the end of the hallway. The guards pulled open the door and shoved both of the theives in.

The guards chuckled before they slammed the door close, George winced at the sound and they were left alone in a gigantic room with dirty stone walls and cobwebs and bugs all around. "George-" Sapnap said kneeling and pulling George into a hug "We'll be fine don't worry." The ravenette spoke in a reassuring tone. George screwed his eyes shut as he cried against Sapnap's shirt. A choked sob escaped George's lips. Sapnap rubbed circles on George's back as he hummed a soothing tune to calm him down.

Terrified eyes gazed above...

A growl made both their heads snap into the darker side of the room. They heard a shuffle, Then a thump, They heard ragged breath from above.

A green gaze met their's, Both males let out a shriek as they stood up and backed away. The figure went closer lowering down to meet them. Their eyes widened as they realized what the silhouette was.

A giant...

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I did not proofread, so if I made any mistakes, tell me <3

#g/t #giant!dream #dream smp #g!dream #giant/tiny #gt #writing #dreamsmp #dreamwastaken #T!Quackity #Tiny!Quackity #tiny!georgenotfound #T!George #tiny!sapnap #t!sapnap #mcyt gt

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finnitesimal · 11 months

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Please i would love to hear your thoughts about the spy x family au because i was similarly going wild for a bit in a discord channel about it

okay listen. sinfonia-minecraft spy x family but chayanne is the (unintentional) spy. Phil Is psychic, but he doesn't really have to be to figure out that his son is probably working for the state somehow and is moderate to severely pissed that they're making kids be a part of their cold war but he won't say anything that could jeopardize their safety. Missa is an assassin who's kind of terrible at everything but his job, though with a little prompting from chayanne he does manage to pick up cooking. He's very ironically hunting down the Angel of Death, Phil's old alias, to bring him back to the underworld, so there's another secret Phil has to look directly into the camera about

At night chayanne finds himself paralyzed in a different, moving body, movement and hearing hazy, reporting his tasks complete and his body's status in a calm, robotic tone. He calls this other him "Cucurucho"

Basically the Eggs are young disposable orphaned street children chipped and experimented on by a mysterious group called the federation. The children are meant to get close to key figures in the upcoming war through daily given tasks that are embedded in their chips, which are rigged to explode if they are not done everyday (go to This street and watch, wait for a signal at This time on This bench, take the parcel left for you to This Guy). There are many Eggs who die very early on, save for the main Eggs that we know of

That's all I'm giving out right now because I KNOW I'll burn out if I give all of it away and I do want to make something out of it but rot with me king

#augustanswers #sinfonia-minecraft spy x family au #changing that if i figure out a working title

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dees-writing-corner · 1 year

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three calls answered; one call missed - missed call

pairings: wooyoung x fem!reader; ? x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning: none(?) i think, maybe a tiny bit of swearing?

word count: 2185

a/n last part's here! after a small delay, it's finally here @sssnowe thought I'd tag you, sorry for the long wait <3

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part 3

"Okay."

Putting the last piece of clothing into the suitcase, I zipped it up and handed it to San.

"Could you put that in the boot for me, please? Thank you."

"You've got everything, right?"

Turning to Yeosang, who was perched on the side of my bed, “Yes, I’ve got everything. Plus, if I miss anything off, I could just buy it over there.”

"Good. Still can't believe that you'll be oceans away from us soon."

"Don't be so dramatic, it's not like we won't be talking every day."

Standing up, Yeosang and I made our way to the car.

“Ready to go?”

San slammed the boot shut before making his way to the passenger side of the car and opening the door.

"M'lady, your chariot awaits."

Grinning, I slid into the seat, "Thank you, kind sir."

San shut the door and made his way to the driver's side, leaving Yeosang standing there watching us and shaking his head as he made his way into th back seat.

"Please remind me why I'm friends with two nerds?"

"Yeosang, darling," I turned my body so that I was facing him, "You're as much a nerd as us. If memory serves me correctly, we just had a Harry Potter marathon the other day. That you requested."

Yeosang simply crossed his arms and looked out the window, "Fine, but you two really are nerds of a higher degree."

Laughing, I turned back around and put my seatbelt on, watching as San adjusted the rear-view mirror.

"Yeo, put your seatbelt on. I don't want you to fly through the windshield if we crash."

"Yes, father."

Snorting slightly, I turned to look at San, "Heh, father, told you that you were an old man trapped in a young body."

I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up when San shot me an offended look as he started up the engine.

"Um, excuse me, I'm not the one that sits in an armchair with glasses on, hair pulled back into a bun and a blanket over my legs as I crochet or knit, am I?"

I made a move to smack him on the arm before remembering that he was driving.

"You're so lucky that you're driving."

Yeosang laughed at our antics, "You two are reminding me of my grandparents bickering right now, so that says something."

"Dude, you alright?"

Hongjoong sat down next to Wooyoung, trying to get a better look at his face in the dim light of the bar.

"Where's she?"

Hongjoong leant in closer, trying to figure out what Wooyoung was saying.

"Where's who, Woo."

"Y/N. She's always here. Where's she tonight?"

Seonghwa arched a brow, "Y/N? She's probably already at the airport with San and Yeosang right now. Her flight's at 3."

"Flight?"

Wooyoung lifted his head up, hazy eyes trying to focus on Seonghwa, "Where's she goin'?"

"London. She's got a job offer there."

Seonghwa frowned a bit, "Wooyoung, you know this. Right?"

Wooyoung dug into his pocket for his phone, fingers struggling to put in the password.

A few moments later, he brought the phone up to his ear.

"The person you have called is unavailable, please leave a message after the tone."

Wooyoung ended the call, frowning down at his phone.

"I- I think I'm gonna go home."

-meanwhile-

"Okay, we're here."

San pulled up into the car park, before reversing into an empty space.

"I'm gonna go get you a trolley."

Yeosang went out as I let out a deep breath.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, I stayed silent for a bit.

"Hey, you alright?"

I turned to San when I felt his hand on my arm.

Smiling, I nodded, "Yeah, no, I'm good, just a bit nervous I guess."

"Calm down, you're gonna do great over there. If you need any of us, just call. Not sure about Yeosang but I'll always pick up, no matter what time it is."

Nodding, I hooked my arm around San's neck, pulling him in for a hug, "Thank you."

"Hey, you two ready or what? Y/N has a plane to catch and if she misses it, I am not gonna be taking her to the airport at 1 in the morning again."

Pulling apart, we both shook our heads as we got out, heading to where Yeosang had put the trolley and luggage.

"Yeah, yeah, we're coming. Calm down."

With San pushing the trolley ahead of us, Yeosang and I trailed behind him.

"So, you sure you wanna go?"

"I – Yeo?"

Yeosang just shook his head, "I'm just making sure this is really what you want. I know how much you hate being on your own, plus," Yeosang wiggled his eyebrows as he bumped my shoulder gently, "I thought you and San were getting along pretty well."

Laughing, I shoved him forward, "Shut up. It's not like that and you know it."

"Whatever you say."

Walking into the airport, we went straight to the check-in desk.

Once I got the plane ticket, I turned to the boys, "Guess it's time, huh?"

Yeosang came up to me first, pulling me into a hug, "Take care while you're there, okay? Make sure you don't forget to eat when you start getting busy, 'cause I'm not gonna be there to remind you anymore, yeah? Try and de-clumsy-fy yourself as well, 'cause, once again, I'm not gonna be there."

Laughing slightly, I pulled away, "Okay, don't get emotional on me now, I can see your eyes glistening, and I swear, if you start crying, I gonna start as well and it's gonna be one of those ugly cries."

Turning to San, I tried to pull him in for a hug. The keyword is trying here because we kept coming in on the same side.

Pausing slightly, I motioned my head to the right, "I'm gonna come in this way."

Finally getting it right, San, squeezed me tightly, "Take care of yourself. And remember what I said, no matter when, just call."

Nodding, I stepped out of his embrace and looked at my watch, "I better get going. I'll text when I land."

Swallowing thickly, I smiled and waved at the guys before going through security. Trying my best not to look back.

-three months later-

Standing in front of the familiar wooden door, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

“One moment!”

The door swung open, revealing a slightly dishevelled Wooyoung.

“Y/N. What are y- Come in.”

Thanking him, I awkwardly shuffled into the flat. Since the whole ordeal at the club, Wooyoung and I haven’t really talked.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you were in London?”

Wooyoung came over with a couple bottles of water in hand, placing one in front of me.

“They started a company over here and thought that it’d be a good idea to have me over here than in London.”

Nodding, Wooyoung simply stared at the bottle in his hand, glancing at me occasionally as an awkward silence settled between us.

“Look, I know things aren’t good between us, but I just want to say that I did – I do want to be friends with you.”

I opened my mouth to say something but was stopped.

“Please listen before you say anything. I don’t think I’d have the courage to say this if you cut me off now. When we first met, you reminded me of Jaein, that was also one of the reasons I wanted to get close to you, I guess. And I’m so, so sorry for the things I did. I kinda realised after the night at the club that you definitely weren’t.”

Wooyoung let out a short laugh as he picked at his nails, “Even when we were dating if I called her in the middle of the night, she never picked up. You knew everything and you still came, so thank you for that. I – I want to start over again. I hope we can start over again. As friends.”

I was silent for a while before twisting my body to face him, a small smile making its way across my face, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Wooyoung froze for a second, eyes widening as he turned to face me, “You - you would?”

Chuckling, I nodded, “Yeah, but if you mistake me for Jaein again, I’m gonna do much worse than pour iced water over your head.”

“Okay, yeah, I – Thank you.”

We were silent for a minute before I caught a glimpse of mischievous flash through Wooyoung’s eyes.

“So, you and San?”

The sudden question made me laugh, “What?”

“You and San. Something goin’ on there, and don’t lie. I hear him talking to you in the middle of the night.”

Blushing, I shook my head, “Okay, nope, nothing going on between us.”

Wooyoung hummed in response, “But I think there is~”

Wooyoung and I spent a good part of the afternoon catching up, waiting for San and Yeosang to come back.

“Woo? You got company?”

A voice rang out through the flat, “I thought you were gonna – Y/N?”

Yeosang stood still for a second as he took in what he was seeing.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in London?”

Yeosang grinned as I got up a hugged him.

“I was, but they’re opening a branch here and thought it’d be better to have me working here.”

Yeosang pulled back slightly, arms still around me.

“So, you’re staying? For good?”

“Yeah, I’m staying.”

Yeosang laughed as he hugged me tighter, “Thank god, it was horrible without seeing your ugly face every day.”

“Uh, excuse me?” I pulled away from him, “Ugly? You know what, I think I’ll go back to London if that’s the treatment I get from you.”

“No, no, no, pretty, I meant pretty. How could you ever be ugly? I’ll punch whoever calls you that.”

Laughing, I escaped his grasp, “So, where’s San?”

“I’m not sure actually. He was right behind me when we got up.”

Upon hearing Wooyoung stifled laughter, we turned towards him.

Confused, I tilted my head slightly, “What?”

Wooyoung pointed a finger behind us, “You might want to look towards the doorway.”

Turning around, we were met with a frozen form holding shopping bags.

“You alright there, Sannie?”

Grinning, I made my way towards him.

Finally snapping out of his daze, San put down the shopping bags and shut the door behind him, rushing forward to where I was.

“What are you doing here?”

San wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground slightly.

Putting me back down, San pulled away to push some of the hair out of my face.

“I’m here to work. They’re opening up a branch over here. I’m here for good now.”

San reached a hand up, cradling my face.

“So, no more late-night calls because you’re stressed?”

Laughing slightly, I nodded, “No more late-night calls because I’m stressed. It’ll be late-night calls asking you to come over because I’m stressed.”

San grinned down at me, “I wouldn’t mind that.”

He dipped his head down, pressing a short kiss on my lips before leaning back to say something.

Smiling, I hooked my arm around his neck, bringing him back.

Okay, I didn’t really think this was how this visit would turn out, but it’s not like I mind. Over the last few months, especially when I was in London, San seemed to be a rather large part of my life. Even though he wasn’t beside me, he was always there for me. After so many late-night conversations, it’s hard not to fall for someone.

“Ahem. I know you two are happy and all, but can you quit sucking each other's faces off?”

Pulling apart, we laughed at how annoyed Yeosang sounded.

Raising a brow at Yeosang, I couldn’t help but remember something, “I thought you wanted San and I together? No? I remember you mentioning something.”

“I only said that in hopes that you’d move on from the man-whore next to me.”

Realising what he just said, Yeosang opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Wooyoung laughing.

“Oh? Me? I feel honoured.”

Laughing, I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Careful there, Woo, you’re still on parole here.”

Raising his hands in surrender, “Whatever you say.”

I could feel the confused glances of the boys moving between us.

“I’m sorry,” Yeosang couldn’t help but ask, “When the hell could you two joke around again? Last time I checked, Y/N hated you.”

Pulling San to the living area, “We talked a bit before you two arrived and worked things out.”

Snuggling into San’s side on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel content as I watched Yeosang and Wooyoung bickering.

Feeling San press a kiss on my forehead, I looked up.

“I’m glad you’re back.”

Pressing a kiss on his cheek, I smiled, “I’m glad I’m back as well.”

Resting my head on his chest, I turned to back to the random show we had on, happy to be back, and happy to be surrounded by friends again.

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animehouse-moe · 7 months

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Just a little heads up regarding the sexual humour in Undead Unluck in the manga it’s gone after a couple of chapters in the beginning. If you were to take a look at the story now and look at the beginning you wouldn’t think it’s the same story. So it’ll probably be a few episodes until it goes away. I felt the same when I first started reading it and now watching the anime I find it cringe because I kinda blocked it out 😭 but it’s still a good story with great characters I like how the studio is adapting it. Hope you enjoy future episodes :) also looking forward to your reviews !!

Well isn't that some good news haha.

It's good to hear that because the narrative structure and world is immediately appealing through these first two episodes. The author is clearly intelligent in how they do things because of how they paired up the two negators in this episode, in my opinion.

Sticking characters together with similar abilities is an easy way to confuse characters and readers/viewers alike, because where one ability ends and the other begins can be a bit of a hazy line, and they use Fuuko to represent that in contrast to Andy. It's also very nice to see them immediately go for a negation that isn't too simple since it gives viewers something to mull over for next week.

Apparently this has turned into a full blown rambling of my thoughts once more, so let me hide the rest because of talking theory haha

On the topic of negators and their abilities, I personally feel like Shen's negation is has something to do with desire or impulse. Their negation can be seen as "simple" when you look at it in just Fuuko's context (or even Andy's as well if you're not really paying attention. While it might sound similar to how Andy describes it as "will", Shen's hint of it being a power that works on "your deep psyche". Will is the representation of something much more shallow. Sort of like the idea of conscious will vs unconscious impulse.

Anyways, an example of where things get jumbled up is Shen is able to cause Fuuko to run in reverse, which is a surprisingly similar feat to how he allows Andy to aim for his weak point so that he can "invert" Andy's actions like Fuuko. But it can't just be the act of reversal, as Andy ends up frozen by Shen when he hesitates about killing him.

If I were to try and explain it in my own words, Shen is negating the instinct of the characters. Fuuko didn't think about running to Andy, she just did it. Andy didn't "think" about not killing Shen, he physically hesitated. That sort of thing.

Anyways, to bring a long story short here, the depth expressed so quickly with Negators shows a lot of potential in how the author is approaching the concept which is great to see. Oh, and also thanks to Shen's dialogue towards the end of the episode, their power works on looking at the individual. You could argue that it's "eye contact", but Andy's fight vs Void shows that mutual eye contact isn't a requirement (though Shen does only close a single eye once during the sequence, so it's shown that you don't need both eyes on the target for it to work).

But I'll got a step further regardless. Immediately, the benign rule of 10 Negators in the Union poses an interesting question. Why only ten? Personally, it sounds like someone, or something is using the Union as puppets to cull and control the negators around the world. You might say, "well that makes sense", but it doesn't. If the Union can wield Negators as a weapon, why would they kill them, and why would they so quickly accept the people that killed Union members as their replacements?

It reeks of an unseen hand controlling negators and their population through the Union, but aside from a group in direct opposition of the Negators, I'm not sure what it would be. I'd have a hard time believing it's a Negator that's at the head of this plot, but it's not like we have any examples of people that are whatever the opposites of a negator would be called.

The thing that confuses me the most though is the seats. Ten seats at a table that resembles a clock (where are the other two?), and I can't help but be reminded of the clock in the first episode's cold open, as well as the visuals that appeared when the clock struck midnight (does removing the last two seats of twelve have something to do with the visuals, or with Andy and Fuuko specifically?). Could a doomsday be in the cards, or is it something to do with a Negator that can control time? Or am I just reading way too far into this?

Only manga readers will know I guess, which makes it even funnier that this is responding to someone who read the manga. I just couldn't help but mull over my thoughts here though so I hope you don't mind.

So yeah, past the very rough and prickly humor here, these first two episodes have a lot going for them in reassuring me that there's a really good story ready to unfold.

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sidekickjoey · 1 year

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Congrats on 3k! I realise I've somehow gone all this time and not followed you 🤣 Anyway I'd love a steddie ficlet 🍦 "Going somewhere, Munson?" Can't wait to see what you do with that and again congrats!!!

All good fam!! Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy this little bit of domestic fluff <3

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"Going somewhere, Munson?"

If you would've asked Eddie Munson where he would be over ten years after the Upside Down invaded his life, stole someone he cared about, painted him a murderer, and ripped a massive crack through his home, he probably would've laughed in your face before giving you a single guess. He never would have remotely suspected a life for himself after something as terrifying and Earth-shattering as that catastrophe of events. At least, not one that existed beyond the bars of a jail cell.

And yet, as he turns back to see Steve, his beloved husband (not in law, but in heart), staring over at him through hazy eyes in the dim sunlight of morning, comforter draped across his lap, Eddie cannot picture his timeline being anything other than it is now. His heart swells with love for his man, his little miracle of a find in the Upside Down chaos, and he smiles. By god, he smiles.

"Nosiness will get you nowhere, dear," he sing-songs, tipping his head to the side. "What if I was getting up to grab you a surprise? Would've ruined the whole thing, right there."

Steve lets out a small hum before collapsing back into his pillow, letting his hair flop in his face in one dramatic swoosh.

"Mmm, now that I know it's not a surprise, I'm not interested."

"Rude," Eddie fires back. They exchange giggles.

"If you must know where I'm going, we happen to have a very sleepy four year old that needs to wake up and let me braid her hair before school, lest she turn screamo on us."

"Can't she skip? I miss you."

Rolling his eyes, Eddie clears the space between he and Steve and bends down to place a quick kiss to his lips. Steve hums into it, the devil. Eddie finds it intoxicating, and he darn well knows it.

"As much as I would love to lead our daughter down the road of delinquency, I'm pretty sure the adoption agency frowns at sticking it to the man so soon, Stevie."

Steve sighs and lets out a long groan. "Fineee, fine. Wake up the munchkin. Leave me here to rot alone in this cold, cold bed, all lonesome, neglected!"

Eddie ruffles Steve's hair and boops his nose, stopping his tantrum before it starts. "Keep talking like that and I'll really give you something to pout about, babe."

"You wouldn't."

"I would," he replies, crossing his heart. "I'll go to school with the munchkin. You won't see me the whole day. Maybe I'll take her to the park afterwards as well, just to rub it in."

"Traitor."

"You know very well that my allegiance goes to her highness, the munchkin, first and foremost." Eddie boops Steve again. "Can't let anyone trying to sabotage that sacred relationship get away with it."

"Rude."

"Using my comebacks against me? Perhaps I'll also take her to the ice cream sho-"

Before Eddie can finish, Steve has him by the shirt and pulled down for a kiss. It's passionate, it's a bit messy, and it's more than enough to make up for the stalling he's been causing for the past few minutes, and Eddie loves it. He allows himself to enjoy it for a few seconds, knowing far-too-well how much they have to cherish these stolen moments now that they have a third member of their party taking up their time. He leans in, cups Steve's cheek, and really takes in how much he is still in love with this handsome boy, as well as how lucky he is to call him his, with each little noise and reach for Eddie he makes. When Eddie finally breaks away, he's over the moon to catch similar loving thoughts fluttering through Steve's sleepy head, too.

"I'll bring her in to say goodbye before we head off," he says softly, hand running through Steve's locks. Steve looks up at him with a love-drunk smile, so utterly devoted in the way Eddie will never, ever feel worthy enough for, compelling him to smile back.

"Good. Love you."

Getting up and making his way back to the door, Eddie genuinely beams as he rests his hand on the frame and confidently delivers his own, "I love you, too," over to Steve.

And how could he not, when that very love gave him so much - a husband, a delightful little kid, and a reason to get up out of bed in the morning?

He continues beaming with a warm heart as he gets to their daughter's room, just barely peeking his head inside.

"Good morning, your highness."

~~~~~~

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euvenly-jester · 3 months

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Spicy Chicken Soup

Summary: Euven tells Astarion about a traumatic, but pivotal moment in his life that lead to where he is now. Astarion relates the story to his own history, and takes Euven's feelings very seriously when trying to provide comfort.

WARNING: The first half of this story is a retelling of Euven's childhood trauma. Details of survivor's guilt - along with physical, mental, and implied sexual abuse of a minor follow. If you want to skip the flashback, you can skip to the second half marked by periods and dashes.

It was the eighth day of Mirtul. I was 12 years old. I can recall that much, but not the reason why my mother was so angry that day. Her temper got the best of her so often, the memories blend together a bit. I remember that she called me and my brother, Jostef into the kitchen, and she was yelling about something small. That's how she always made me feel; small and helpless. Jostef was always right there with me, but we knew better than to play hero for each other. Despite the two of us sharing a bedroom, I always felt alone when it really mattered. At any rate, 14 year old Jostef and I stood in the kitchen before our belligerent mother yelling about gods know what, and then she reached for my arm. Without a second thought, or even a first thought if I'm to be honest, I turned on my heel and raced for the door. But I wasn't fast enough. I felt her strong grip on my right horn and yanking me backwards, introducing the back of my skull to our kitchen table's unforgiving corner, then the cold floor that was still wet from being cleaned just minutes before.

I stared at the ceiling for a few moments as the world blurred in my eyes. Jostef looked shocked, even scared for me, but he kept silent, just like I would have done. Mum crouched down to hug and comfort me, a feeling that made me wish my skin would melt away. No matter how loving it seemed, her touch singed like a hot iron. I never knew if she was truly being affectionate, or if she was building up to something more sinister. As I focused all of my attention to how much I wanted to be away from her, she continued apologising and prattling about what a bad mother I must have thought her. And as always, her spiel was followed with "You know, things would be different if your dad were here. You should be blaming him for all of this," as if I'd even opened my mouth once in this debacle. I knew better than that, just like I knew better than to run from her. She probably was just going to jerk me around by the arm to emphasize her words, but I made her pull me back like that. I could have just stood there and faced whatever she had planned, but instead I was on the floor, crying in pain with a head injury.

The memory gets a bit hazy from there, but I remember waking in my bedroom with a bandage wrapped around my head. I might have passed out, but I don't remember. Jostef looked at me with pity in his eyes from his own bed. I sat up and firmly repeated what I'd been saying for years, "I'm really going this time. Are you coming with me?"

"Not this time, Euven."

"There's not going to be a next time. She's busy cooking now, and I don't think I'll have the courage tomorrow. I'm going to be out of here before she calls for dinner."

He didn't say anything, I don't think he believed me. That or he was having second thoughts again, just like the last time. And the time before that. But I couldn't let my fear win again, I had to get out. I left him there with his silence and crept into my mother's bedroom after making sure she was still busy cooking. I found a backpack in her wardrobe, and emptied it before retreating to safety. After the door was securely shut, I filled the bag with an extra set of clothes, some food I kept hidden in my pillowcase, a metal cup, and my lyre. I gave Jostef one last chance to join me before giving him a long, tearful hug, and climbing out the window. I never saw him again after that day.

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My vision is overtaken by a wall of tears and I can't tell what Astarion's expression is now, but he pulls me into a tight embrace. I try to forms words to assure him that I'm alright, but he places his hand on the back of my head, muffling my face into his chest. Suddenly, all at once, the dam breaks and I'm back in the shoes of a sniveling little boy that's spent his whole life begging deaf ears for help. There's only one word that keeps repeating in my head: "Why". My voice cracks under the weight of the small, simple word, but can't stop repeating it like a spell that will somehow change the past. "Why, why, why?!" my hands curl into fists and collide with my temples.

"Why did this happen to me? Why was she so angry? Why didn't Jostef come with me? Why did I just leave him there?" My voice becomes more unstable with each word. "I can't believe I left him... What kind of brother could do that? He endured every bit as much as I did, and undoubtedly more after I left. I let him continue to endure- continue to have fear, and to pray every chance he got that somebody would save him. But I can promise you that nobody did, and the gods only know where he's ended up because of it."

Astarion grips my hands tightly in his. They feel soft, and cool to the touch. "Your older brother was not your responsibility," his words almost sound angry, but not with me. I know that his sharpness is pointed to what I've endured, and the fact that my past still haunts me in a way that he can surely relate to. I didn't mean for him to worry like this, it makes me feel guilty. I could be so much worse off- and if anyone has a right to a pity party, it should be Jostef. But I know in my heart that Astarion doesn't feel that way, so I let him continue to comfort me the way he thinks I deserve. "I know that you think I'm being cold when I say that, but I'm saying it with every ounce of sympathy that I can hold. You were a child. It's absolutely vile what happened to you both, truly. Nobody could have expected you to have continued living that way just because your brother couldn't bring himself to venture out with you. He abandoned you every bit as much as you did him, just think of all the hardships you faced alone on the road. I'm sure that 'mother issues' aren't the only thing that led you to falling for a man that tried to kill you upon introduction, but we won't dwell on that now."

My lips crack into a little smile, accompanied by a breathy chuckle at how bluntly he ended his thought. Astarion rolls his eyes and hugs me again, "Well it's true, darling. I'm rather experienced with a blade, but I've never had a mark give me that look while I had it against their throat; at least not without discussing it first". His tone may be light and playful, but he's not wrong. Maybe Jostef doesn't hold my leaving against me. He could see us as 'even', so to speak. I consider his words carefully as I fiddle with the lace of his shirt.

"Are you alright, my dear?" he asks gently, bringing to my attention that I haven't spoken in a few minutes.

"Oh, yes, I- uhm..." I stutter, it's always so difficult for me to speak after letting out so much emotion. He hears my struggle, and softly hushes me in response while he pets the back of my head. I feel his cold fingers graze over the small scar that stays covered by my hair: a souvenir of the day I left home, and a reminder to never return. He stops moving when he realizes what's hidden beneath the short black layers of hair, then resumes as if he doesn't want me to notice. Astarion knows all too well the feeling of not wanting your scars to be made a spectacle of, so he simply pretends it's not there out of respect.

"How about I go and tell Gale to get dinner started, hm? I'm sure he could be coerced into cooking with chime pepper if I tell him you're in need of something special. That wizard may not be able to handle spicy food, but I think he'll make an exception for his good friend."

I nod with a subtle smile, Astarion knows me so well. And he's right, Gale has been such a good friend to me over these months of travelling together. My love stands up from the bed and tucks the duvet around me tightly, planting a loving kiss on the top of my head before sauntering across the room and flinging the door open. He holds onto the door frame with one hand as he leans into the hallway to call downstairs, "Oh, Gale of Waterdeep! We have a special dinner request!" He turns back and gives me a wink before fully leaving the room, on his way to fill Gale in on the details. As I lie in bed, I can't help but feel warm inside, in spite of the painful memories that claw at my heart. I hate the way that I got here, but I'm so happy to have made it.

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