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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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It's My Party, I Can Love Who I Want To

Warnings: None, pure fluff and Jack being the best boyfriend ❤️

Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to the anon who requested a fic for their birthday, I hope you have the best day!

"Are you awake?", Jack whispered, placing a gentle hand on your stomach. He grazed his fingers along your skin, but you didn't move, only letting out a quiet hum.

"Y/N, are you still sleeping?" He peppered kisses all around your face, and you could no longer hide your smile, letting out childlike giggles as his hands roamed your body, trying to find your most ticklish spots.

"Okay. Okay! I'm awake." You ran your fingers through his messy curls, pulling him in for another kiss, your hands snaking around his neck. "Happy Birthday, baby." Jack mumbled against your lips, sneaking in one more peck before he pulled away.

"Thank you, my love." You felt your cheeks turn red as he looked down at you with those baby blue eyes of his. He pursed his lips as he searched your features, cupping your face in his hand.

"I-", his mouth hung open as he was interrupted by the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand.

"Hold that thought, please." You gave him a soft smile as you reached for your phone, pressing the green button on the screen.

"Hi mom. Thank you so much." You held up one finger to Jack to signify you needed a minute. He rolled off of you, laying back down on his pillow, one hand propped up behind his head. "Sure, it can wait", he gritted out between his teeth, quiet enough so you couldn't hear. The words were still on the tip of his tongue, a bittersweet taste.

"Ok, I'll see you in about an hour." You were impatiently trying to get off the phone; your mom would talk your ear off if you let her.

"Wait, where are you going? I thought we'd get to spend the morning together?" Jack questioned your plans as he watched you pace around the room, getting read for the day.

"I'm having brunch with my parents, remember? It's a yearly tradition." You raised your eyebrows at Jack, "I told you about it."

Jack raked a hand down his face, sitting up in the bed. "Yes, yes. You totally did. Sorry, my mind has been somewhere else lately."

"I'll see you tonight, at the party, right?" You crawled over to Jack across the bed, squeezing his thigh affectionately.

"Of course. I'm going to the studio today, and then I'll see you tonight." Jack couldn't hide the unease on his face, and you noticed immediately. "Is something wrong?"

"I-uh, I just need to tell you something, Y/N." You sat back on your heels, giving him your full attention. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I just wanted to say-". There it was again, that annoying vibrating sound as your phone rang for the second time this morning.

"Sorry, just one sec." You jumped up from the bed as you pressed the phone to your ear. "Hi! Thank you so much! Yes, I can't wait to see you at the party tonight." You didn't even notice Jack slip out of the room, heading out the front door. He was convinced the universe was conspiring against him at this point, and he'd never get the words out.

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"It just wasn't the right time." Jack shook his head as he leaned back in his chair, spinning around. He stopped when he became dizzy, grabbing the edge of the control panel.

Urban smirked as he looked at his camera, flipping through a couple of shots he'd taken earlier that day. "Do you have something to say?" Jack prodded his best friend, "please, share with the class."

"Don't get mad at me, dude. I'm not the one who can't tell my girlfriend I love her." He didn't even bother looking up. Urban was a pro at this conversation. He had been with his best friend through almost all of his relationships, and Jack had a bad habit of ending things with his girlfriends before he even got to the "I love you" part. Urban could only remember one other time Jack had told his girlfriend he loved her, and it didn't end exactly well.

Jack groaned, running his fingers through his beard. "I tried multiple times this morning, but every time I opened my mouth to say the words, we got interrupted. I don't know, maybe I should just wait. There's just too much pressure to get it right on her birthday."

The room was silent, and Jack was starting to panic. "Say something, please, dude. I'm dying here."

Urban sighed, rolling over in his chair to Jack. "Listen, man, its never going to be the right time. There is always going to be something or someone who tries to get in the way. You just have to do it. Tell me you love me."

Jack chuckled, fiddling with his fingers. "You know I love you man. You're my best friend."

"No, I know that. That's not what I'm talking about. I think you just need to practice getting the words out. Pretend I'm Y/N, and tell me that you love me." Urban shifted in his seat, pretending to be as feminine as possible.

"What are you doing, Urb?" Jack narrowed his eyes at him, backing away slightly.

"I'm getting into character.", Urban ran his fingers through his blonde hair, tucking a few strands behind his ears. "Oh Jack, this has been the best birthday ever, but you know what would make it extra special? You telling me how much you love me." Urban batted his eyelashes and pitched his voice up, like he had taken in a suck of helium.

"Why are you so good at that?" Jack chuckled, thoroughly impressed.

Urban broke character for a quick second. "C'mon man, be serious."

"Ok, ok. Y/N, these last couple of months have been the best of my life, and you mean so much to me, I hope that I've shown you how important you are in my life because I see myself being with you forever. I-, I love you." Urban sat silent for a minute, his gaze dropping to the floor. Jack took that as an immediate rejection.

"See! This is so stupid. I don't know how I'm gonna do this." Jack stood up, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'm just gonna tell her that something came up and I can't go to the party."

Jack stumbled back as Urban enveloped him in a hug. "If she doesn't tell you she loves you back, man, she's a heartless bitch."

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You arrived to the venue as the party was well underway, all of your friends and family packed into a small club in downtown Louisville.

"Happy Birthday!" You were surprised by the crowd of people cheering for you as you walked over to your best friend holding a beautiful heart shaped birthday cake in her arms, the light from the candles dancing across her face.

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you...

Jack watched you from across the room, butterflies in his stomach as you blew out the candles on your cake, that beautiful smile that makes him weak in the knees, across your face. It was now or never, he decided, as he moved through the crowd of people.

"There you are!" You called out to him, Jack snaking an arm around your waist. He placed a kiss on your temple, trying his best to hide his nerves. "Happy Birthday", he whispered into your ear. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He led you through a crowd of people to the hallway at the back of the club, the base from the music reverberating off the walls. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the ringing in his ears.

"Everything okay?" You asked, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Yes, everything is perfect. You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, baby. You said you wanted to talk to me about something?" You squeezed his hands, allowing him to pull you into his body.

"Yes. I need to get something off of my chest. I lo-", the words were dancing on his lips, just begging to be let go.

"There you are, girl!" Jack snapped his head around, his heart dropping to his feet as he saw one of your friends walking toward you. "Sorry Jack, need to steal your girlfriend for a dance. This is our song!" He let go of your hands as you were pulled away. "We'll talk later, promise?" You turned back to him, trying not to stumble over your heels.

"Yeah, go ahead, have fun." He gave you the best smile he could muster, the corners of his mouth barely lifting. Jack pounded his fist against the wall when he was sure you were out of view. "Fuck", he grunted out, pushing his way through the exit door.

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After about an hour of feeling sorry for himself, Jack realized he was better off going home. He didn't want his mood and inability to share his feelings with you to ruin your night. You collided with each other as he entered the building, Jack catching you by the arm so you didn't fall.

"I've been looking all over for you, where did you go?" You smoothed out the skirt of your dress, grabbing at Jack's bicep. "I was hoping to spend some time with my boyfriend tonight." You jokingly jabbed him in the side, but Jack flinched.

"Ok, that's enough." You grabbed his hand, forcing yourself through the back door, the metal hitting the brick with a slam.

"Alright, talk Harlow." You crossed your arms over your chest. You weren't the least bit angry or annoyed with him, more like worried, but you knew he wouldn't fess up unless you pushed him.

Jack shuffled back and forth on his feet, his eyes focused on the ground. "There's nothing going on. Are you having a good time?"

"Honestly, no. You've been avoiding me all night, Jack. All I wanted to do was spend my day with you in bed, but things have just kept getting in the way. I love my family and friends, and I'm thankful that I got to spend time with them, but I don't love them as much as I love you."

"I know, I've just-" Jack's heart stopped when he finally processed your words. "Wait, what?"

"I love you, Jack. I know you've been trying to tell me all day, and I really wanted to wait, but I just couldn't any longer." Jack threw his hands up in the air, landing them on his head, in complete disbelief. "If you knew, why didn't you say something? I've been agonizing about this for weeks."

"Hey, its my birthday. I'm the one who should be getting the presents." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Ok, I'm ready." You closed your eyes, stifling any laughs. "Go ahead, say those three words."

"I mean, the surprise is kind of ruined, I just don't know if I should say it anymore. Maybe on your next birthday" You peaked one eye open, slapping Jack's chest playfully when you saw him smiling at you.

He pulled you in close by the waist, chests touching, your lips inches away from each other. "I love you, baby. So much. Happy Birthday."

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sunnylands-world · 10 months

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Rockstars and ugly scars

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gender neutral reader

Summary: Eddie knew life was hard for you, but had no idea you had chosen to cope with it the way you had been…

Word count: 944

Warning: mentions suicidal thoughts, depressing, mentions self harm, ANGST TO FLUFF

Universe: strange things

A/n: this Idea was random and kinda a thought I had about having a boyfriend do this for me.

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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You tried to hide it from everyone. Tried to hide the fact that you were slowly ripping yourself apart from the inside;how you'd try to tell yourself you were enough and mattered but every night alone in your bed you'd cry. You'd try to keep quiet even though you knew deep down nobody ever really cared when they saw you cry. You were battling a voice in your head that was very negative and fearful. It was like those drawings you'd see when you search up art for depression or anxiety.

Nobody in your head was trying to continue…

your therapist would give you a list of coping skills, tell you it wouldn't be over in a day, that you had to practice but you didn't want to wait a lifetime to stop being afraid, and didn't want to wait a lifetime for you to be positive about yourself at least sometimes. You're mom would scoff when you talked about your problems and fears

"What are you so afraid of!? Things happen, that's life, get over it!" She'd snap, making you feel alone, like no one understands because you wish It was that easy, wish you could just do things without being afraid.

Once everyone in your life seemed to be as disappointed and frustrated with you as you were, you thought "if I'm that much of a problem why do I bother anymore…"

At first it was hard. You were shocked you did it even regretting it a little.

A little…

"This is what's best so everyone can be happy"

Soon you were cutting so often it didn't hurt until later when you thought about it. No place was left untouched, thighs, wrist, anywhere reachable had a scar and you had to hide them but sometimes you didn't care to

Other days you'd daydream, picture yourself somewhere better, somewhere happy.

You'd touch the trees, grass and admire nature with your favorite song on full volume and for a second you could see a better life.

You're smiling, giggling and feeling free you're not afraid to sing or dance while you walk…

You're truly a main character. Watching your story people feel bad, they care and as you imagine the end you're living happily ever after with your special someone.

Eddie Munson…

Eddie knew something was off with you, he knew you were depressed and what not. He tried his best to be supportive and caring and he did really well because he made you smile and laugh. Made you believe a part of you was in your fantasy stories. He wasn't for everyone and a lot of people didn't like him but you did and he was definitely for you.

He was the one thing that made you not completely fall over the edge. Like you were always running for the cliff but he'd chase after you and pull you to his chest, hiding your view of the cruel world with his long curls as he led you to a better place.

Today was One of those days were you and your boyfriend were in his bed. He was going on about his band as he gently held your hands. You weren't entirely sure what he was saying, not because you weren't listening but because you were admiring him. You had to admit he wasn't what you first thought of for your fairytale hero but nothing in your life ever turned out the way you hoped.

Eddie was better… he was equally soft where he was rough when you touched him, scary looking on the outside but gentle and kind on the inside and even though Eddie wouldn't consider himself the most brave. You knew when he really needed to be a hero he could be…

"Are you listening to me? I feel like this-" you didn't know why he had stopped talking at first until you realized his hand was further up your wrist. He paused as he stared at the scars before you quickly snatched your wrist away…

He looked up at you with teary eyes and hurt and you immediately went to explain but he grabbed your wrist once again pulling it back to see it went farther and was worse than what he saw at first.

"Oh sweetheart, why did you do this to yourself" he said sadly looking at the cuts as his thumb ran over the fading scars

"I-i it's not bad anymore, I swear! Please don't tell anyone Eddie" you pleaded afraid of the consequences of this.

"You listen to me alright?" He said softly as he rubbed at your arm and you nodded "it's only fair you get help but because I love you and this is your choice. I won't say anything, but you have to promise you won't do this again. It hurts me seeing you like this, and it's already painful knowing you're sad so please don't do this anymore. if you think about it remember that you're gonna hurt me too." he says softly, kissing at your wrist.

"Okay" you promise as he continues pressing his lips across your arm you can't help but giggle.

Something about it feels foreign and yet it is so affectionate and tender that you crave it. You pull your arm loose and lean close, hugging him.

Eddie did so much already as your boyfriend without even knowing it so you thought the least you could do was try for him. you knew your life was a mess, if all you could have was your rockstar then you'd hold together the best you could to have him around.

"You and me against the world Eddie"

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greenaway-torres · 10 months

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Hi, can you write a smut story that starts with love at first sight between the female reader and my favorite Disney villain Captain Hook from my favorite Disney movie, Peter Pan, please? I have a serious fangirl crush on him.

Sorry this took a while. It’s been a minute since I watched the movie but hopefully you like it!!! I decided to make an nsfw ending which I’ll attach later. You know, just in case😉

Summary: Look at the request (it is a bit long though so sorry about that)

Warning: fluffy mcfluff, implied sex, mentions if drinking/alcohol, Hook being not so menacing

Playing Hooky

Your bar was busier than usual, and that’s saying something. With it being so close to the docks, it was bound to be full with sea folk, merchants, and other meandering tourists who happen to come to your small town. Especially pirates.

You weren’t too afraid of them really. Most seemed to be rather kind and cheerful, especially with a couple pints of rum in them. Some others, though, made your skin crawl. But nothing terrified you more than Captain James Hook.

Working at the bar, you would hear a few about him and how he lost his hand. But you also heard about his cruelty and things he’s done with his hook.

No. You couldn’t think about that now. Especially since another ship just docked. You walked over to one of the tables where a pair of pirates sat down and greeted them with a smile.

As you sat down a couple of them at a table, another walked over to you.

“Another pint, sweetheart,” he slurred. You smelled the alcohol on his breath from where you were standing. You were used to it, but this smell was almost too much.

“One sec. Just go back and sit.”

“On second thought, I’d rather have a glass of the barmaiden.”

You tried not to gag. He was getting closer to you and he smelled like he hadn’t showered in months. “I’ll get your drink in a second.” You wanted out.

But he didn’t listen. “Ain’t you hear me? I said I want-”

“She’s already spoken for.”

You turned to the source of the voice. A man in a velvety red coat and hat was standing behind you. You had to nearly strain to look up at him.

“Sorry, cap. Didn’t know she was one of yours.” The drunkard stumbled off, making his way back to a lonely corner.

“Forgive him, madam,” your knight apologized. “I hope he did not rattle you too bad.”

“Not at all.” You turned around and finally had a chance to look at him. Long, dark curls sat under his hat and framed his face. Rings adorned his hands. No. Hand. The other was by his side, slightly hidden away. But the light caught it for just a brief moment. It flashed, revealing a metal replacement where the fleshy hand would be. A hook.

“Is something the matter,” he asked. You had been quiet for a little while and he was slightly worried.

“Would you like a drink?” You nearly blurted out. The man in front of you smiled softly, trying to hide his laugh. “I mean, may I give you something to drink? You know, since you helped me out?”

“I’ll gladly take one. Rum, if you have it.” He followed you to the bar, taking a seat while you went behind the counter. You took your time pouring the drink, trying to steady yourself. You were in front of THE Captain Hook. In the flesh. You imagined a fearsome man. Someone tall and rugged and horrifying. Instead you were met with a mustache and blue eyes. Those gentle, soft blue eyes. Get yourself together.

“How do you find yourself here?” You asked. You weren’t even sure why to be honest. “Do you go around bar to bar saving people?”

That made him smile again. “No, my men and I just docked. But I did see that you were uncomfortable and I decided to step in.”

He peaked at you over the rim of his cup, slowly watching for your response. Gosh, he looks good.

“But you said ‘she’s spoken for’”.

“I did.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“That tends to get some people away faster. That and a good threat or two.” He took another few swigs of the drink, emptying the cup. You went ahead and started to refill it. “So are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Spoken for.”

You put the bottle down and looked up at him. He had a sort of wonder to his eyes. Like he was hoping for something. It was drawing you in.

“No. I’m not.”

He smirked. “If that’s the case, may I escort you out of here?”

You eyes shot up at him. You felt a warmth cover your cheeks. Part of you didn’t want to go with him. This was Captain Hook. One of the most fearsome captains in this area. But then again…

“Please do.”

His smile grew. He quickly downed the rest of his drink, leaving cash on the bar and took a couple bottles of rum with him. You told your coworkers that you were leaving early and promised to be back in time for clean up.

The two of you talked for a while. He asked how you found yourself as a barmaiden and in the town you were in. You told him about your father’s old business as a merchant and how it landed you where you were at. He told you about his life at sea and Peter Pan. Also about how he lost his hand.

You felt at ease with him. The world slowed down and gave you both the time to get to know each other. Or maybe that was the alcohol you two drank (mostly him of course). He walked you to the Jolly Roger, giving you a quick tour. You loved watching him talk about his ship and crew. His eyes would light up and his hand would move animatedly as he spoke.

You two stopped at a railing, leaning over and watching the water splash against the sides of the ship. The smell of sea water filled your nose and you welcomed it. “You are very different from what I thought.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “How’s that?”

“From the stories I heard, I thought you would be more frightening. Something for me to be scared of.”

He walked behind you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. “Well, do I scare you?”

You could never get over being close to him like this. His warmth covered you and made you feel safe. How could you ever be scared of him? “No. And I don’t think you truly could. You’ve shown yourself to be kind and gentle to me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t imagine you to be the big scary captain people talk about. Instead your a man that is holding me close and that I fee comfortable around.”

It was silent for a while. You still felt his chest rise and fall as he breathed. His head settled on top of yours. He was thinking about what you said. At least, you hoped he was.

A breeze came in from the water sending a chill down your spine. You shivering shook him out of his thoughts, again making him focus on you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded but another chill gave you goosebumps. Hook took off his coat a wrapped you in it. It nearly covered you like a blanket, the size making it nearly swallowing you up. When you looked back at him, his eyes were on you. You were falling into the color of them so easily. This time, you let yourself fall in. This wasn’t the fearsome Captain Hook. This was a man with the most beautiful eyes and charming smile you’ve ever seen. You felt yourself lean in closer to him. His hand was under your chin. You were only a breath away from his lips.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered his question. You felt each word touch your lips. You needed him badly. All you could do was nod.

His lips met yours. The kiss was heated and gentle at the same time. It was perfect. His hands grounded you as the gripped your hips and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You wanted more.

“Please,” you whispered between kisses, nearly breathless.

“Please what, starling,” he started making his way to your neck. He had no idea the effect he had on you. “I need you to say it.”

Your body felt like it was on fire. “I need more. I need you, please.”

“Absolutely, my captain.” He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his captain’s quarters and laid you on his feather bed. “Let me treat you like the princess you are.”

(NSFW here)

You woke up to your world slightly rocking. The sun was bright and filled the room entirely. You tried to get up but an arm held you tightly by your waist. Memories of last night filled your mind as a blush crept up your cheeks. You slept with the Captain Hook. You’re in his bed!

You were slightly panicking but you also felt safe. He made you feel safe. You felt his mustache tickle the back of your neck and shoulder. “Good morning, starling.”

You kissed his hand. “Morning.” He sat up and leaned over to look at you. His eyes skimmed over your body with a hungry look. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just thinking about how good you taste. And how much I would want to taste you again.” Your breathing hitched. You had to look away from him. How can he say things like that and expect you to still look him in the eye?

He laughed softly, bringing your face back to him. He kissed you, leaving a memory on your lips. “Stay with me.”

You were shocked. You only just met this man. The town was your life. Your world. It was all you knew. Of course you’ve dreamt of leaving but is this the right time?

He saw the look on your face. How your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought. “You don’t have to decide today. Take your time and tell me when-“

“Yes.”

Your answer came out faster than you intended. You weren’t even sure if he heard you. But the look in his face said that he did.

“Are you sure?”

“I want to stay with you, Hook.”

He smiled brightly, kissing your hand and cheek. “If you’re staying with me, please call me James.”

Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll post the nsfw part later but I wanted to make sure I sent this out first lol

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messrsbyler · 1 year

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thinking how will must've had a "they were right" moment, when he accepted the truth about himself and his feelings for his best friend. imagine will in his room, cheeks still hot and flushed from biking all the way from mike's house, though for some reason the heat doesn't stay only in the surface.

unlike other times, it seeps through his skin and curls in his stomach when he thinks about mike and the new campaign he had come up with and the funny voices he made and the way his freckles were darker now that the summer was here. in the loneliness of his room, will couldn't excuse the lurch inside his chest when he thought of how mike had wrapped an arm across his shoulders during lunch right after troy came close to give them trouble, shielding will and giving him a place where to tuck himself and hide away. will also can't fight the smile that pulls on his mouth when he remembers mike bumping his shoulder as they walked down the halls of school and how mike always stood close enough for will to catch a whiff of his bar soap and shampoo.

and with all that, with the heat and the blush and the lurching and the smiling, will simply knows.

they were right.

troy and his father and the rest of the bullies at school and in the streets. everyone who threw him an odd look or made a comment about his hair and clothes. they were all right.

that knowledge is enough to punch the air out of will's lungs and wipe the smile from his face. the comfortable heat in his belly is replaced by pure dread that claws his insides and leaves him cold and trembling. his heart stops and goes limp behind his rib cage and the world blurs in a mix of tears and colors and shadows.

because they were right. will is a queer. a fairy. will is all those words they aimed at him for so many years. and if they were right about this who is to say they aren't right about the rest of the things they've said? that will is a mistake, a zombie boy that should've stayed dead, a freak.

as will is losing all grip on reality, sobbing against his pillow so his voice is muffled and can be lost in the otherwise silence of the night, his radio, the one he keeps on his nightstand at all times, cracks to life and a soft whisper comes through.

"will. will, are you there? over!" mike's voice comes. it's soft and quiet and warm. "c'mon, will! over!"

will dries his eyes and cheeks with his sleeve and considers plucking the batteries from the radio and turning to the wall. but then mike's voice comes again, and then a fourth time, and each time it's like a weave of warmth that washes away the shame and fear will was just captive of. mike's voice makes him think of mike's face, of his smile and dark curls, his freckles and pale skin, his hands and bar soap smell.

will reaches for the radio, breathes through his mouth, and says, "i'm here, over."

his voice wavers a little and will hopes it will get lost in the bad signal. a couple of seconds pass by before the radio comes back to life.

"hi, will!"

"hi, mike."

silence again. shit. will purses his lips and knows mike clocked something is wrong with him right away. he chews on his bottom lip, begging mike will let it go and not ask. in the end, he does and will sighs, relieved. but again, mike is like that. mike knows will will come to him, that there's no need to poke around and push. that heat curls in will's stomach again, shier than before, but building to what it what felt like just a couple of minutes ago.

"did i wake you?" mike asks and will shakes his head before realizing mike can't see him. his face burns and he flops back on the bed.

"uh, no. what's up?"

"can't sleep."

"hmmm."

"what about you?"

"me?"

"yeah. why are you awake?"

will purses his lips and stares at the ceiling. "uhm... couldn't sleep either."

mike clicks his tongue. "you should've stayed over, then. at least he could've done something fun, like that."

the heat grows, the quiet heat to a gentle flame. it engulfs will like a blanket. no. like... like a shelter. it's the same feeling will gets whenever he steps into castle byers to hide away from the world. it feels safe, and warm, and his.

"i would've liked that," will whispers with a smile that echoes in mike's voice when he says, "yeah."

they stay talking for the rest of the night, mike's voice and words and presence guiding will out of that dark corner he walked himself into. because mike laughs at his jokes, and makes jokes himself, and they talk about the next campaign, and he says "hey, will? wanna stay over tomorrow, then?" and mike... all of mike erases any words troy and lonnie and the rest have thrown at will like daggers with a deathly precision. because mike is like a shield, and when mike is here, nothing can touch will. when mike speaks so softly through the radio, will can't feel like a freak or a mistake.

will only feels in love.

#byler ficlet #will byers #byler #byler tumblr #mike wheeler #byler ao3 #mike x will #cleradin #miwi #my ficlets

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dand-elle-ion · 2 years

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~ sweet dreams

Thinking about those quiet and cosy night-times with Xiao, that don’t happen all too often, but once every few evenings, when life happens to be especially cruel and cold to him, Xiao finds himself returning home earlier than usual.

Though even then, he will still stubbornly renounce any need for rest.

Xiao, who finds himself leaning against the door frame that divides your shared room from the balcony, with his arms crossed and eyes closed, immersed in distant musing.

Eyes, that will open just a little bit to follow your leisured movements across the room getting ready for bed.

“You’ve waited for me again.”

There is a hint of reprehension in his voice. Along with this… familiar but somehow intangible feeling in his chest he couldn’t quite put a finger on. A feeling that rebounds whenever he returns and finds you curled up at the edge of the bed, always mindful to leave enough free room on the other side of the bed. The side that stays cold and more often than not also empty. For him.

“It’s easier to sleep when you’re close by,” he hears you respond.

Guilt.

This might be the right name for this weight in his stomach. A feeling he finds himself often indulging in, especially when it comes to you.

You who keeps urging him to lie down, to have some rest. Some well-deserved rest.

And Xiao, who keeps insisting, just like usual, that no, he doesn’t need to, he’ll be fine spending the night guarding over this place, over Liyue, over you.

“You’ll be safe,” he always promises you. Just as if that’s the reason for your concerns.

And you, who’s already accustomed to his antics, knowing how it ends, how it always ends. So, you’ll pay no mind to his words. But calmly prepare the bed instead, shake the cold pillows out, pep up the sheets and blankets.

And it is quiet and cosy and comfortable; but not complete yet.

“You know, if some big scary monster suddenly appears from nowhere – best to protect would be to hold be close, right? Want to sit down next to me, at least?” you ask, barely hiding the cheeky grin on your lips.

But Xiao is also used to your antics. Because even though he will shake his head in disbelief and huff something about “humans” and “astonishing boldness”, his expression remains impassive, aside from a small quirk to the corner of his mouth. And as always, he will play along and settle down next to you.

No, he does not want to share the blanket, he’ll be fine like this.

Oh? You’re cold? Alright, he’ll make an exception, lest you fall ill or freeze through the night.

Pleased with this outcome, you crouch closer to him, because not even the best pillows in Teyvat could stand a chance when it is Xiao who places his arm around your shoulder, who holds you close and protective.

It is Xiao, who sees your soft smile whenever he gives in, the one where the corner of your eyes crinkle up in delight, that causes him to feel it might be all worth it after all.

And then your hand will reach for him in the dark, struggling to locate his; and it will be his hand that finds yours first. His thumb serenely brushing over the palm of your hand.

It is Xiao, who feels your gentle breath ghosting against his neck, the fast pounding of your heart slowly evening out.

It is Xiao, who finds a fragment of peace each time, maybe even a fragment of mundanity, that keeps the darkness at bay, at least for a few hours.

And it is the moon that watches over you and your dreams, the scent of nature and rain lulling you into a sweet slumber when even the Adeptus’ breathing has long calmed down, his muscles relaxed and his mind quiet down.

~ sweet dreams

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threadsun · 1 year

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Anonymous Asks: "So glad someone is taking Dachabo requests! Could I request a short of our yandere puppy trying to find MC who ran away and is trying to hide from him?

Take as many creative (and smutty if you want) liberties as you please!"

I’m so puppyboy4puppyboy for him 😭

Content: noncon to dubcon/hesitant consent, praise, oral sex, breeding kink, attempted babytrapping, gn!reader with ambiguous genitalia (Bo doesn’t know how human pregnancy works), knotting, creampie, fucked up gentle sex, use of words like pup/litter/mate

“Come on, Pup~” Bo’s voice is a sweet coo, stalking through the house. “I know you like to play, but this is a bit much, isn’t it? You’re the one who freed me, why are you hiding from me now?”

You curl up tighter in the closet, hand over your mouth as you try to keep your breath quiet. You only hope that the smell of you all over the house will be enough to confuse his senses. If you’d gone anywhere else, he’d be able to follow your scent, but here…

“No fair, you have the advantage here!” You can almost hear the pout in his voice, echoing slightly as he peeks into the bathroom.

If only you’d known what would happen when you plugged your toy into your laptop. If only you’d heeded all the warnings online or shut down his sexual advances. If only…

“You promised you’d be mine forever, you didn’t lie to me, did you?” He’s getting more frustrated, the longer it takes to find you.

His footsteps enter your bedroom and he stops in front of the closet. Your heart is pounding, peeking through the crack between the doors. He’s bending over to look under the bed.

“You know, the longer you hide, the more worked up I get. And I’ll be taking it all out on your lovely body~”

Why did you ever give in to him while he was in the game? Why had you shown yourself to him? Listened to him talk dirty and reacted? Why had you given him so much encouragement?

But you’d never known it would end like this. Never known he had his own consciousness. Never known he would escape the game and come to claim you in real life.

“Oh.” It’s an amused little sound.

You can see him grinning at you from the crack, taking his time to open the closet doors. You tremble, pressing yourself back into the corner as if he might somehow not notice you.

“Are you done being silly? Because I’ve been waiting for so long to touch you.”

He doesn’t make a single move to touch you, merely smiling down at you. His tail is wagging behind him. He’s excited. The thought sends a slimy wave of disgust through you.

“Bo, please… don’t do this.” Your voice is broken. You already know you can’t reason with him.

The way he cocks his head is almost cute, ears flopping slightly. “Don’t do what? You said you wanted this. How many nights did we spend talking about how I would come for you, claim you, keep you safe forever?”

It’s all true. You were lonely, desperate. You’d spent more than one long night with your head on your pillow and his game in front of you. He talked so sweet. He was so genuine. He’d promised you the world and more. And here he is to fulfil those promises.

“It’s okay, I know commitment makes you nervous. You said so! But I’ll help you relax. I’ll show you that this is all for real, that I’ll be with you forever!”

He’s finally leaning down, taking your hand in his so softly. It’s gentle, yet forceful. The way he pulls you up from the floor of the closet. The way he guides your fear-frozen body to sit on the edge of the bed.

He begins to strip you gently, ignoring each little whimper of fear as you try to will your body to move. But you’re frozen, completely at his mercy. Even if you could run, you wouldn’t get very far.

And this is only his normal form— the realisation sends another shudder of fear through you. He had his… feeding form. Twice as large, twice as strong, and way more than twice as horny.

For now he’s not imposing. He’s gentle and chaste in his actions. Even as he strips you bare, he’s polite and gentlemanly about it. It’s… unnerving.

“There you go,” his voice is a gentle murmur. “All ready for me.”

“Now, let me get ready for you…”

You can’t bring yourself to look at him. Your eyes are vacant, staring blankly at the wall. You don’t want to watch him as he strips for you, lets his body get bigger and stronger, ready to take you by force.

“Look at me, Pup.” It’s a command, but it’s a gentle one. His hand comes up to tip your face towards him.

He’s completely bare. More than you’ve seen before. You’re used to his chest, his arms, his waist… but his thighs are bigger than you could’ve imagined. And his cock… your stomach flips. It’s way too big for you to take.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slowly. I promised I’ll always take care of you, didn’t I?”

His hands are on you again, gently manipulating your body to lay back on the bed. He cups your cheeks and kisses you. It’s so… sweet. So loving.

It’s everything you had wanted, back when he was in the game. When it wasn’t a real option. But now… now you want nothing more than to push him off you. Only you can’t seem to move.

He pulls away with a loving smile, tail wagging behind him. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it? Just let me make you feel good.”

He pulls your knees up, settling between your thighs. His nose nudges at your hip. He’s so infuriatingly gentle about it all, leaving soft kisses across your skin.

He traces his lips across your hips and down your thighs before focusing his attention between your legs.

His mouth is… attentive. You want to hate it, to find something to criticise, but there’s nothing. He’s perfect. You can’t hold back your sounds, thighs closing around his head and hand coming up to muffle your moans.

He watches you with rapt attention. His puppy eyes peeking up at you from between your thighs as he goes down on you with a talented tongue.

He looks like he’s in heaven, lapping at you, teasing your hole, fucking you open for him with his tongue. And each sound you let slip only encourages him.

“Good. See? I can make you feel good. I’ll be such a good mate. Just give me a chance.”

His lips return to yours, hand reaching between you to make sure you’re nice and ready for him. It’s… oddly pleasant. Tasting yourself on his lips.

You want to hate this more than you do. You want to push him away, demand that he stop, make him stop. But… his hands feel almost as good as his mouth did. And this was everything you’d fantasised about for so long…

His cock brushes against your thigh as he rolls his hips against you, trying to get a little friction. He’s waiting until he’s sure you can take him.

“Please—” It slips out before you can stop it, covering your mouth again and biting down on your fingers to keep from saying anything more.

“Oh~” It’s a breathy moan as he rolls his hips against you again. “You want this too? You want me? Anything for you, Pup, anything. I’m all yours, and I’ll make you mine too, I promise!”

He’s so eager, so desperate, so… fuck. You hate the parts of yourself that want him. Those parts aren’t in the minority either, it’s only a small voice in your head holding you back.

He eases his cockhead against your hole, pressing the tip in and out lightly to help you adjust. He’s going to be so frustratingly gentle about this. So sweet that you can’t help but melt.

His cock sinks into you slowly, inch by inch. His hands rub at your hips, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers the sweetest reassurances.

“You’re doing so good for me, Pup. You’re taking me so well. Halfway there, you’ve got this. You can take it. I won’t hurt you. You feel so good.”

His hips move in little undulations, working you open on his cock. At least, until you’re ready to take him all.

“Bo~” The name slips from your lips in a needy keen as his cock sheaths itself fully inside of you.

He was planning to take a moment to let you adjust, but the sound of his name being moaned in your sweet voice… He lifts your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist as he begins to make love to you.

“So good… so good for me, Pup.” He praises you between kisses, keeping a slow and steady pace. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you mine soon. You’ll be all mine, I promise.”

Your hands move from your mouth to hold onto his shoulders, clinging to him as he fucks you slow and deep. You’ve given up on hiding your moans. He’s making you feel amazing and you don’t have it in you to hide that any more.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. Needed you for so long. But I’m here now. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to put a litter in you, okay? Then we’ll be together forever. You’ll be mine forever. I’ll just breed you, and then you’ll be all mine.”

His voice is losing its composure. It’s still light and airy, but there’s a desperation he can’t hide. He needs to fill you.

“Oh Pup,” he groans, nuzzling into your neck to leave kisses there. “You take me so well. Like you were made for me~”

You can feel his knot swelling against your hole. He’s gentle about this too, easing it into you slowly. He makes sure his knot is firmly inside you before it’s swelled to full size. He doesn’t want to hurt you by forcing it into you when it’s so big.

No, instead he rolls his hips, slowly grinding into you as he lets his knot swell to lock him inside of you. His hand comes between you, working eagerly to make you cum.

The next few minutes are a blinding blur. The pleasure that he’s been building deep inside of you finally releases. Wave after wave of pleasure roll through your body as he works you through it.

“That’s it, just like that. Just like that, Pup. I’m gonna fill you. I’m gonna put a litter in you. You’ll be mine~”

It’s hot and heavy, his cum pumping deep inside of you. Your whole abdomen feels warm, full. He nips lightly at your neck, whimpering your name as he fills you.

“There you go,” he’s panting, knot keeping him firmly inside of you. “There you go, now we can have a litter of our very own. Now we’ll be together forever.”

In your post-orgasmic bliss, that sounds pretty good to you.

#dachabo #bo x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun #crosspost

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badbreadpuns · 1 year

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Soft Wings (4/4)

Characters: m!moth x f!reader Content: being caught masturbating, cunnilingus, breeding, gentle dom Rating: Lemon Word count: ~1,800 words

You stir under cozy blankets. With a few sleepy blinks and a groan, you take in the sight of your bedroom.

Wait… You didn’t fall asleep here. Did Saturn move you?

Your cheeks warm as you think of the handsome fluff ball. You can’t get over how kind he is to you. But of course he is, it’s his job. These feelings for him are silly. He doesn’t feel the same about you… Does he?

Imaginary arms wrap around you, drawing you close. A hand pets your hair, while another rubs your back. You breathe in his scent with a happy sigh, soft and comforting. This is nice.

Heat pools under your panties. Oh no… No, you shouldn’t be having those sorts of thoughts about him. He’s attractive, obviously, but he’s your friend. Admitting you want to be more would only ruin your relationship.

And yet, the reverie of him moaning in your ear with his deliciously deep voice, warm body wrapped around yours, stirs something within you. Your hand dips into your panties, circling your clit.

Warmth washes over you as you fantasize, soft moans escaping your lips. “Saturn…” You make sure to keep quiet, so he doesn’t hear you. It would be awkward if he-

“Everything alright?”

Shit.

“Y-yes!” Your hand jerks out of your panties. “I’m fine.”

He pauses, lingering in front of the door. “May I come in?”

You gulp. “O-of course.”

Saturn opens the door, shutting it carefully. “Sorry.” He chuckles, giving you a sheepish grin. “I could smell something in here.”

Shiiit.

“Oh, it’s…” Your mind scrambles for an excuse. “I have potpourri on my desk, maybe that’s the smell?”

His lips curl into a small frown. “No, I don’t think that’s it.”

Sweat sticks to the back of your neck. Lying to Saturn makes you feel slimy.

“It smelled…” A blush crosses his cheeks, his gaze avoiding yours. “It smelled like arousal.”

Welp.

“Oh, uh…”

“You can be honest with me.”

An uncomfortable pause hangs in the air.

“Y-yes, it’s me.” You’re hot like concrete under the summer sun, your eyes squeezed shut. You could die on the spot.

Saturn strides across the room, sitting on the end of your bed. He leans in, placing an upper hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you. I don’t want you to hide parts of yourself from me.”

Your eyes open, looking worriedly into his. “So you’re okay with…”

He smiles softly. “I had a feeling.”

“I, uh…” You give an embarrassed giggle. “I didn’t want to make things awkward.”

He chuckles. “It’s not awkward at all.” Another hand pets your head, and you lean into his gentle touch. “I was hoping you’d like me too, cutie.”

Your face burns as hot as a star. “Cutie?”

“Is it alright if I call you that?”

“Y-yes, it’s nice…”

He leans in close. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

His lips meet yours, the kiss soft and gentle. He pulls you into a hug with his upper arms, his lower ones caressing your back. It’s like kissing someone while snuggling in a big, warm blanket.

Saturn is the one to pull away, sighing happily. “I’ve wanted that.”

You giggle, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “Me too.”

He rubs your back, keeping you close. As he touches you, something bumps against your leg. The moth freezes.

“Is that your… Um…”

Saturn refuses to speak, his face scarlet with embarrassment.

“Guess we’re even now.” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

It takes him a moment to look you in the eyes.

“It’s so inappropriate, though.” He frowns, scratching the back of his fluffy head with an upper arm. “I’m supposed to help you with your anxiety, not…” A lower hand motions to his crotch; his cock peeks out, violet and tubular. “Not this.”

“It’s fine.” You smile, stroking his fuzzy cheek. “I want this.”

His frown softens. “Please don’t let Ms. Maxwell find out.”

You giggle, giving him a smooch. “It’ll be our secret.” Your gaze strays towards his moth cock. “May I?”

“Please.”

You wrap your fingers around him, stroking him slowly, tenderly. He moans, pleasing and deep, growing harder under your touch.

“Good girl.” The words are a phantom caress, and your mind is pleasantly fuzzy.

His cock twitches under your grasp, fully erect.

“Lie back.”

Your hand stops, releasing him. Leaning back, you gently plop your head onto the pillows behind you.

Saturn slides off your pajama bottoms, revealing your panties. He traces a finger over the silky fabric, the touch a pleasurable shock.

“You’re soaked.” He chuckles, hooking a finger onto your panties and pulling them down, freeing your slit. Saturn examines his prize with hungry eyes. “Such a cute pussy.”

You squirm under his gaze, embarrassed but delectably aroused, the twin emotions burning like candle flame. No one’s seen you bare before.

“You’re my first…”

He smiles, warm and gentle. “Don’t worry.”

Saturn bows his head, hovering over your slit. A long, purple tongue slithers from his mouth, flicking your clit. Your gasp morphs into a moan, Saturn chuckling warmly at your reaction. He licks from your entrance to your bud, pleasing both with supernatural ease. Getting eaten out feels so good.

You give in to the pleasure, gripping the sheets for dear life. Your other hand pets his head, careful not to tug at his fluffy hair. Moans slip freely from your lips as he licks your slit, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Saturn…!” More words attempt to spill out, but a wave of bliss washes them away.

You squeeze Saturn’s head with your legs, pulling him closer. His licking quickens, eagerly eating your folds. You’re agonizingly close to release.

Saturn wraps his lips around your pearl, and the mighty dam shatters.

Nectar gushes onto Saturn’s lips as you cry out. He devours it like ambrosia, pulling away while licking his lips.

“You taste like heaven.”

His violet cock presses against your core, as if asking for entry. Saturn rubs against you, and the wonderful friction makes you squirm.

“I want it. Please…”

Saturn smirks softly. Without words, he pushes into you.

There’s a whisper of pain, but Saturn is careful as he enters you.

“I’ll start slow, alright?”

You nod, biting your lip. He rocks his hips, pushing then pulling, pushing then pulling. A pleased sigh escapes your lips as he gently takes you.

“Your scent,” Saturn grunts, pumping deliberately. “The scent of your need woke me up. It hit me like a truck.”

He caresses your cheek with an upper hand, looking into your eyes. “I can tell when you want me. Your scent has teased me for weeks.” Saturn chuckles warmly, his lips curling into a loving smile. “You’re irresistible.”

You’re hit with a rush of embarrassment. Oh god, he could tell. Were you seriously that horny?

“You’re cute when you’re needy. Sweet girl.”

Saturn’s hips buck a little faster, but not uncomfortably so. His upper hands rub your breasts, teasing your nipples through your pajamas, while his lower hands cradle your hips.

“You’re fertile. Did you know that?”

The words are a smack to the face. Your tracking app did say you would ovulate in a few days. Excitement creeps up your spine like electricity through a chord.

“It’s driving me wild. I need to breed you.”

Breed. He wants you that badly.

Saturn’s losing his composure, his strokes harder, deeper.

“Do you want that? To be bred?”

“Oh god, yes.” The words flow like a cascade.

“Good girl.”

He rubs your clit with a lower hand, and you moan in surprise. “You’ve always been so good for me.”

His cock, his hands, his sweet words. It all feels so good.

Saturn bucks into you wildly, deliciously deep moans escaping his lips. You’re lost in pleasure.

“Please, I need this.”

He smirks, not saying a word. You fuck like rabbits, his strokes becoming sloppier as he nears release.

You grab onto his back, your fingers curling in his fuzz. Pulling him closer, you whisper.

“Fill me, Saturn.”

That’s the push he needed. Saturn cums with a primal grunt, his seed filling you. The warmth knocks you over the edge, and you cry out in pleasure.

Your hot bodies intertwine, your panting in sync.

All his arms wrap around you in a cuddle. He’s heavy, but he doesn’t crush you with his weight.

“Definitely don’t tell Ms. Maxwell.”

You laugh, nuzzling into his neck. “Of course.”

You’re quiet for a moment, your fingers in his wonderfully fluffy hair. “Hey, Saturn?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. For everything.”

He says nothing, hugging you harder.

You lie together in pleasant silence, enjoying each other’s company. He’s the one to speak.

“So, breakfast?”

You smile. “That sounds nice.”

You step into Ms. Maxwell’s office and close the door, the older woman acknowledging you with a kind smile.

“You look cheerful today.”

You grin softly, taking your usual seat. “I feel good, Ms. Maxwell.”

“That’s a delight to hear. How have you been managing your anxiety?”

“It’s gotten better.” You fidget in the chair, thinking back on the week. “Spending more time with Saturn is a big help.”

“Less intrusive thoughts?”

“Yes, Ms. Maxwell.”

“They won’t go away entirely, I’m afraid.” She pushes up her glasses, her expression calm. “But it is good to hear they’re not as frequent.”

Saturn’s cock isn’t going to cure your mental illness; magic cocks don’t exist. But damn, does it improve your mood.

Not that Ms. Maxwell needs to know. Don’t want to shock the poor woman to death. You smile knowingly.

“Oh? Thinking of something funny?”

“It’s nothing.” You giggle. “Just a joke.”

Of course, she’s bound to find out if you end up pregnant… A worry lingers at the back of your mind for the rest of the session. Your period has been late.

When you return from the visit, Saturn is there to greet you.

“Welcome home.” His grin is wide, his arms held out. You accept the hug. “How is Ms. Maxwell?”

“Good.” You nuzzle into his fuzz.

He’s quiet for a moment. “I’ve been meaning to tell you. You smell… Different, lately.”

Different.

“In a good way, or a bad way?” There’s worry in your voice.

“I think you’re pregnant.”

Silence cloaks the apartment as the words sink in.

Saturn rubs your back, holding you close. “Are you alright with that?”

You consider your words. “Yes.”

Yes, you are. Saturn is the kindest person you know. He’d be a wonderful father.

He sighs in relief. “I was so worried you’d be afraid.”

You stand on your toes, your lips meeting his. He’s surprised, but returns the kiss happily, hugging you harder.

Your life will have obstacles. Every day is a challenge when your brain is wired to make you feel worthless. But love heals, and love supports, and love shines a light in the overwhelming darkness.

With Saturn, your future burns bright.

#exophilia #moth boyfriend #monster boyfriend #monster husband #monster lover #monster x reader #lemon #azure writes #f!reader #m!monster #c: saturn #s: soft wings

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coffeeghoulie · 7 months

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Kinktober Day #2: Quintosis/Tail Play

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, thank you so much!

Pairing: Aether/Cumulus

Summary: Cumulus can't get her mind to quiet. Aether has just the trick to fix that. (It's orgasms.)

Contains safeword discussion, but no usage

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"Hey, stardust? Sorry for interrupting, but do you happen to have some time?" Cumulus whispers, unable to make eye contact as she stands in the door frame of his bedroom. "Can you please help me get out of my head?"

Aether stands from his chair, setting down his book after marking his spot and folding his reading glasses. "Cumulus, sweetheart," he coos, tucking his glasses in his breast pocket. "I'll always have time for you."

Cumulus raises her head, her white blonde curls hiding her face. "Thank you, Aeth, I just, I don't wanna think right now."

He smiles, gesturing for her to come closer. "I can do that," he says as she steps inside the room. "Close the door for me, sweetheart?"

She does, flicking the lock before turning to face him. She wrings her hands nervously, and she watches Aether cock his head as he takes her in.

"Now, cloud, do you just want to feel good, or do you want me to make you obey? Not that you're ever disobedient on purpose," He asks, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. "I'm happy to do either for you, but I need to know what you need from me."

Cumulus thinks for a moment. "Could you not give me a choice? Take it out of my hands, Aeth, please."

Aether steps forward, pulling the smaller ghoulette into an easy, gentle embrace. He bends down and kisses her between her ivory horns. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you need."

He directs them both over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it, thighs spread wide. "Kneel for me," he whispers, tapping his thigh with his tail.

She swallows, sinking to her knees between his legs, clasping her hands together in her lap. "Good girl, Cue," he says, gathering her hair back with his tail, exposing her icy blue eyes. They're red rimmed and puffy, and Aether tries to keep his expression neutral. "Cumulus, I need you to be honest with me, okay, sweetheart?"

Cumulus nods, leaning her face against one of Aether's thick thighs, sighing as she makes contact with the softness that belies the other ghoul's strength. "Yeah, Aeth?"

He leans down and cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her soft skin. "Are you alright? I don't want this to be a substitution for actual help, if that's what you actually need, sweetheart."

She shuts her eyes, leaning into his touch as she kneels on the hardwood. "I'm just overthinking, Aeth, just need it to shut up. Promise."

He kisses her forehead again, smiling fondly down at her. "Tell me if that changes," he orders gently. "You know how to tell me if it's too much and you can't speak?"

Cumulus nods, turning her head to kiss his palm. "I know, Aeth. Tap you three times."

Aether grins, his other hand coming up to cup the other side of her face. "Good girl," he coos. "You ready, sweetheart?"

She takes a deep breath through her nose. "Ready."

He nods, and his eyes flash deep, deep violet as the magick works its way through his fingertips into her mind.

Cumulus's rigid posture slumps, her tail plapping gently on the floor behind her. Her eyes flutter shut as she sighs, the magick taking immediate effect on her mind.

"So good for me, sweetheart," Aether says, rubbing a thumb against her cheek. "Just focus on me, on my voice. Focus on how I'm making you feel."

She doesn't respond, drifting somewhere in the void, tethered by his gentle touch. Aether sighs, humming something soft as his element flows through them. "Gonna make you feel good now, sparrow, make you forget about all of those pesky thoughts in that pretty head."

Aether curses under his breath, having been so eager to help that he forgot to at least get her undressed before she went under. He has to keep his hands on her face, to monitor the flow of quintessence. He's skilled with his element, could do this hands-free if he wanted, but the brain and its pathways are delicate things, and he'd rather not risk his packmates' minds.

But he doesn't have to move his hands to make her feel good. He alters the flow of quintessence, watches with delight as her cheeks begin to redden. Her breath quickens, and her hips rock slightly as he plays with her arousal in her mind. "Oh, sweet girl, you feeling good? Nice and quiet in there, huh?"

She sighs, leaning heavily into his hands, her lips parted slightly. Aether chuckles, smoothing his thumbs over the soft skin of her cheeks. "Such a pretty girl, Cue. So good."

He slips the spade of his tail past the waistband of her sweats, pressing it firmly against her core over her panties. Her eyes snap open as she gasps, the ice blue shot through with veins of lavender magick. He feels the wet patch on the gusset grow against the spade of his tail, feels her tremble under his warm palms.

"Aw, sweetheart, that's all it took?" He teases kindly. "Me playing with your pretty head and my tail to grind on?"

She hums, pushing her face into his palms, too mindless to be embarrassed.

Aether grins, pushing a little more quintessence into her brain. "Give me one more, Cue."

Even in her blissed out state, Cumulus knows it's going to be many, many more.

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blackstarmylove · 9 months

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Reminiscing (Word Game)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Unei x gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @acpzyrw

Prompt: omg new req type just dropped teehee~ gn! mc and unei with the words adventure, grass, and hands (SFW) !!! •ू(ᵒ̴̶̷ωᵒ̴̶̷*•ू) )੭ु

A/N: Hehe yes! How are you guys liking this new request style? :3

Word Count: 663

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The sun shone down, warming your skin, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees nearby. You quietly sat on the grass, hugging your knees to your chest, and scanned the area with a warm smile. Those were the best days of your childhood. You and Unei running around this garden, playing hide and seek, picking flowers, chasing animals, and best of all going on your heroic adventures.

You and Unei held a sword and shield, each made of cardboard boxes and had blankets tied around your necks, acting as makeshift capes. That was the beginning of your adventure to slay the imaginary evil dragon that lurked in the serene garden. You two ran around fighting invisible enemies, dodging fireballs, crawling through the bushes, and searching for the dragon's liar.

"Unei, I found it! The hidie place of the meanie dragon," you grinned proudly at your achievements.

"Yay, you did it!" He replied equally as happy and clapped for you. "(Y/n), stay back, 'kay? I'm gonna go first. I don't want meanie dragon to give you ouchie."

Unei stood before the quiet playground and charged into one of the openings in a play tunnel setup with his sword raised in the air. Inside one of the connected tunnels was a toy dragon waiting for the heroes' arrival. Unei crawled toward the dragon while shouting a heroic battle cry, with you following suit. After a fierce battle, you and Unei emerged victorious, having saved the playground kingdom from the evil dragon's wrath.

The two of you crawled out of the tunnels, high-fived each other, and collapsed onto the grass, exhausted from your quest. Whenever Unei saw you lying beside him, he would reach over and start to tickle you. That led to a tickle fight, and in the end, both of your clothes would be covered in grass stains.

You remembered the many times when you would come home with grass stains on your clothes, and your family would scold them for playing rough. The same happened to Unie, but that never stopped you from returning to the garden and having another adventure.

"But then we grew up..." You sighed, your chest tightening at the memory of having to say goodbye to Unei to pursue your own path. "I missed you so much...did you miss me?"

As you were lost in thoughts with her eyes closed, you suddenly felt a hand touch yours. The touch was gentle and warm enough to help you break free from the painful thoughts you were having. You opened your eyes slowly to see Unei kneeling in front of you with a slightly concerned expression. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't believe that he was finally here in front of you after all these years.

"I'm sorry for taking so long to come back." His voice held the same warmth as his touch.

Shaking your head, you blinked away your tears, and in the next second, you got on your knees and tightly wrapped your arms around his neck. You never once stopped thinking about him, but you wondered if he felt the same way. "Did...you miss me?"

Unei's cheeks glowed red, but when he heard your question, he slowly wrapped his arms around you and nodded, "Of course I did. You were my partner in crime, my childhood friend, and my...crush."

His words brought you immense relief like the weight of the world had been taken off your shoulders. You slowly released him from your embrace and looked into his eyes, "So, Unei...what do you say...would you like to go on an epic adventure to slay the evil dragon?"

His eyes sparkled at your question as the corners of his lips curled up. He stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you to your feet. Gathering a little courage, Unei pressed his lips on the back of your hand and smiled, "It would be my honor to battle alongside you again."

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 year

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Portrait of a Gentleman in Love

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Clavis x MC

Prompt: 9. "Are those hearts in your eyes that I am seeing?"

Part of Be my valentine content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Tag: Locked in Confession of Love Kisses Fluff

Word Count 2.757

Author’s Note: A joke of fate bring the two prankesters of the palace together for a whol afternoon, few hours that unbeknownst to them will chane their lives brnging to the surface emotions deep hidden in their heart, linking them together much to their happiness thanking fate for that strange yet pleasant prank who was played on them brightening their path with love. 😉

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It was a frizzy winter morning in Rhodolite, but alike the previous days the sun was hiding shyly behind the grey clouds gathered in the sky, foretelling a storm soon to come making the few people sill in the streets to rush their duties and go back home, safe from the cold rain that after few hours begin to patter lightly on the ground, pitapatting lazily against the windows of the palace, the atmosphere unusually quiet eliciting delight and worry alike among its staff, concern coming from the secret whereabouts of the hellcat and of his lovely accomplice unaware they were still in that palace but unable to spicy up its atmosphere with their pranks, due to being locked in a forgotten storage no one seemed to have knowledge and use for the whole day.

Their breaths the only things breaking the still air of the room before a sudden gust of wind from the seeming miniscule window make the fire in the candle holder flicker feebly at his mercy before shutting off completely, immediately her finger fretted over to find an anchor clutching his jacket tightly as she leaned her head on his shoulder, welcoming with open arms the jolt of warmth that intimate gestures brought to her.

“Clavis … I am afraid.” her voice barely a whisper enough to make his heart clench painfully for her, darkness towering over them trapped in the narrow space with only one another, ships anchored together amidst the stormy seas of emotions raging inside rival to the one outside, feeling her shaky sighs drowned on his shoulder he tighten his arms around her, holding her close to his chest his fingers diving in her soft hairs as he engulfed her little body in his embrace

“Why so ?” concern dripping over his words murmured gently while his fingers kept rubbing soothing circles on her back, a light smile curled his lips at the sound of her ragged breath gradually returning steady

“I see … you are so scared of doing what you should not with the most handsome prince in the Kingdom.” his breath warm on her skin, speaking of sensual and forbidden desires she would have been coaxed to give in … if she was any other girl, luckily for him she was not, for his sensual propose was met with light chuckles escalating in a soft clear laugh as she hide her face in chest, seeing a smile on her lips was more than enough for his heart to swell with love, vibrating in sync with her hearty laughter pride surging in him, for once, to know he was able to dissipate her fears away with his antics

“Do not be afraid no one will ever find out.”

their carefree laughs melting together, the sound of happiness resonating in the room narrow but not so dark and gloomy as it seemed to be, not anymore, lit by the flame of something burning bright in their core bolder at each passing moment, the bud of something long hidden in their hearts deepening its roots with that sudden and heartwarming moment of intimacy.

Her heart beating way too much fast for her to still cling to the idea he was merely an acquaintance because he was not, not anymore, the same realisation sinking in his heart leaving him astounded, taken aback by the sudden and unexpected turn their friendship has just had, carefully he took her hand, brushing his lips tenderly on her knuckles hoping for his kiss to be enough to convey all the feelings he could not said with words, self loath and doubts holding him back from expressing it to her for fear she would have rejected him like he already was countless time in the past, yet he felt that this time was different, for he was most certain his heart would have shattered beyond repair, his love for once true which, despite his attempt to avoid it, had already taken roots in him too deep to be forget

“You are freezing.” his voice dripping with concern as he cradled her hands in his warming them up

“Do not worry.” she shook her head, feeling suddenly self conscious at that contact feeling heat rising on her cheeks despise the lower temperature of the room

“Dearie me, a gentleman can never leave his lady to freeze.” His he said but she was not, not yet and maybe never but his heart Oh this was truly irremediably Hers forever, even when she would have went away and forget him he would have not, he would have still loved her all the same with that familiar warm passion he has ever felt for her and her alone, light amidst darkness love of his life the mere idea of seeing her with another broke his heart in tiny little pieces that could have easily slipped through the eye of a needle but not through the neck of an hourglass, never through it for his love would have remained steady fast and ever vivid, never fading not even after thousands of years his heart would have be complete again without her love, dependent despite his attempt to avoid it, a girl he could not even hope to hold on to cruel joke of a fate ever averse to forbidden love stories of all kind.

Swiftly he took off his coat draping it over her shoulder, basking in the bright smile appearing on her lips

“You will be the one to catch a cold now.” he shook his head brushing his thumb over her cheeks, her words moving his heart melting under the smoldering warmth of her affection

“Please I am not such a weakling to get a flu so easily, do not concern yourself unnecessarily.”

“But I do.” his amber gaze seemed troubled for a moment, a crooked almost pained expression took over his smile usually composed and impassible, enough to let her see a crack through his mask but not enough to ruffle his composure regained in the blink of an eye leaving her astounded by the sudden change of his expression even more determined to discover everything about that man behind the hedonistic trickster he proclaimed himself to be, to choose a good King she kept telling herself even though her heart knew far too well why she was interested to know so deeply only Him

“I care for you.” a forlorn glimpse flickered in his eyes dripping over his smile, lightened only by an edge of tenderness as he murmured to himself,

“No one ever did.” the sadness in his gaze was unbearable, making her heart clench painfully for him, she not hesitated to curl in his embrace placing a side of his cape on his shoulder

“I want you to be warm too.”

“I already am.” he smiled tenderly at her, feeling her love melting his heart as a pleasant tepid warmth begin to spread in his whole body from his heart beating way too fast for that whimsical kind girl that for once showed him the bliss of love and being loved above anything else, moved by her affection he let an achingly soft kiss on her forehead noticing in the dim light of the room a light blush on her cheeks while a shy smile curled her rosy lips.

“Thank you my little rabbit.”

After a while, her soft voice spoke again asking such a candid question to bring a smile on his lips, to hear the unstained innocence and complete trust she bestowed upon him

“You are a magician with locked doors. Are you sure you did not play this prank on purpose ?”

“Without traps of any kind ?” he shook his head

“It is not my style, moreover I could not enjoy their reactions if they were locked in here without me.” she nodded absently at his honest answer, curling her fingers over his chest revelling in his warmth seeping through his clothes and into her skin,

“I wonder if anyone will find us here, like someone surely will notice our absence.”

“Trust me no one will … miss me.” he did not plan to sound so weak, not with her, but he did his words betraying him before he could stop them, a forlorn shadow fell on his lips a dark clouds covering the sun in his usually bright golden eyes, feeling her arms wrap around his chest, not reaching his back still leaned against the wall, hoping for him to not find her behavior inappropriate her soft voice ringing in the room brushed away all the gloom from his heart making the sun shine bright in him once more as she murmured

“I will.” hesitant and feather like was the kiss she left with trembling lips on his cheek

“If I was not with you that is.” she chuckled lightly “I would feel the palace to be way too empty and quiet without you.”

Softly he cradled her face on his chest leaving an achingly tender kiss on her hair speaking of all the love he had hidden deep in his heart like a treasure he would have not shared with anyone else but her, his fingers moving on their own accord brushing on her cheek gazing intensely at her

"Are those hearts in your eyes that I am seeing ?” a sheepish smile on her lips she lowered her gaze on her fingers still curled on his jacket trying to make her voice sound detached but failing at concealing a flicker of her emotions coloring it, betraying the truth only her heart know of, she would have not told anyone else but him.

“Keep dreaming.”

“Oww you wound me now that I was beginning to hope you had come to love me.”

A rosy blush begin to spread on her cheeks she fretted over to hide in his chest before she looked up tentatively at him, something warm flickering in her gaze make his heart gallop in his chest hope and despair melting into a raging storm setting disarray in his whole body, for the longer he looked at her the more she saw that flicker becoming a bold flame shining bright in her eyes as shyness was took over from the burning passion of a sheer emotions so raw and true to be hard to tame, anxiety drowning her heart with crescent waves engulfed more and more at each minutes going by as they stared at one another, fear of mockery doubts and insecurities of sort messing in her heart she was about to give up to lower her gaze and suffocated the tears threatening to spill on her cheeks for the humiliation of that moments but he was faster he cupped her face in his hands looking straight into her eyes for a second longer enough to placate his own doubts as he melted his lips on hers feeling her fingers grip tightly his jacket, hope shared in their hearts for it not to be a lie otherwise it would have destroyed their hearts shattering them beyond repairs, feeling her soft lips move on his kissing him back for the first time he felt his heart enraptured in the pure bliss of love she so freely was showering him in.

Reluctantly and breathless the pulled away only to remain close their lips almost touching if not for few inches he took advantage of brushing some rebel lock away from her gorgeous face, his heart pushing him to confess first as a proper gentleman, daring to step out of his comfort zone for the sake of the love of his life, the one and only girl who had caught his attention from the first moment he saw her in town gazing defiantly in his brother’s eyes as no one ever did.

“I love you so much, my little rabbit.” a soft smile she gifted him as her bright gaze glimmered with a tender affection leaving him speechless and he could swear in that moment she has never looked more beautiful to him, her soft lips begging to be kissed curled in a smile so bright to shadow over the sun hiding shily behind a cloud, her cheeks painted with soft shades of pink, her gaze utterly enraptured by him, even though he felt she was the one who held him captive under spell she casted on him unbreakable and infinite, the one and only who could make entire empires rise and fall pushing King and peasants alike on their knees for when it was casted there was no going back and no one was immune for there was no boundaries for the powers to the spell of love.

“I love you too, my leopard.”

A gentle smile curled his lips showing the depth of an happiness until that moment he merely dared to dream of, leaning his forehead to hers holding her close blushing as he felt her soft lips brush a gentle kiss on his cheek, cradling his face in her hand she caressed his cheeks feeling his hand cover her own as their heart beated in sync with one another, only sound in the now warm and cozy room they ended up for a funny twist of fate trapped in for a whole afternoon that had the power to change their entire lives upside down bringing them closer than ever much to their pleasure.

They were lost in the moment, a bubble of love keeping them away from the noise of the palace fading out into the distance deaf to the metallic click of the lock being unlocked, unaware of the gaze of the Prime Minister taken aback by the sudden discovery of the two prankster turned lovebirds in the span of few hours much to his happiness one could say if not for the slightly sensation he had that the traps in the castle would have been the first to multiply between their inventive and wicked minds, a public menace he could do nothing to banish but enjoy, reluctantly, the ride of all the pranks they would have invented strangely so the knowledge he would have not be the only one to bear their mischief was refreshing, noiselessly he slide away leaving the door slightly ajar, not daring to disturb the, for once, carefree smile curled on the prince lips.

The sun has completely set by the time they noticed the door was now opened, thanks to a certain devil minister they would have properly thanked with a batch of his favourite liquor, though the idea they had to part ways brought them both a sense of regret for the time that too fast went them by, that afternoon sounding almost like a dream now as they walked hand by hand through the halls directed to her room, sharing one deep sweet kiss before reluctantly pulling away to get ready for the evening meal, basking in the lovestruck glimmering in her bright colorful eyes, savouring her sweet voice making his head dizzy with affection

“I am looking forward to our thirst tomorrow morning.” his gaze alluring as he mindlessly laced his fingers with hers.

“I can hardly wait to see what you will prepare for our breakfast.”

That word Our will make his heart swell and throb with love as an heart melting smile curled his lips before he could kiss her knuckles in a gentleman way bidding her goodbye at least until dinner was ready, a spring in his step he slide in his room thinking of all the dishes she loved the most and how to recreate them as faithfully as possible even if he knew she loved him for all he was he wanted to see her happy above anything else, for this this would have raised at the first light of dawn to cook so many delicious looking things to surprise her at breakfast giggling for once carelessly at the image of her smile shining bright for him alone as she make her way to him ready for a lavish banquet They would have eaten together sharing idle chats and hearty laugh, flirting gazes, gentle touches his heart swelled and rolled in his chest for how much he loved that peculiar girl, who alone believed in him so much to bind her heart to him, the first meal as lovers they would have had of many more to come, soulmates bonded together for eternity, walking hand in hand in that bright path they found for one another filled with love.

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imhereforscm · 1 year

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Can you write a fic about Tauxolouve comforting a female reader with body dysmorphia? It's OK if you don't want to.🌷 Have a good day or night. 😊

"Gorgeous"

Genre: comfort

Warnings: body dysmorphia

A/N: I hope I did your request justice and portrayed it properly 💐💝

Pulling up the zipper, you nuzzled your nose in the fabric of your oversized jacket, wanting desperately to seperate youself from eveything and everyone around you.

You were sitting in your car, your hands in your pockets and your hood covering your head in your need to hide every bit of skin from your very own eyes.

Every inch of your body was shaking, your heart clenching at the feeling of anxiety you had just experienced inside the clothing store.

It had too many mirrors for your liking and just as you so fearfully expected, your mind pulled you in and you ended up staring at yourself in the changing room's mirror for over a half hour, analyzing your every feature. Face, neck, body, hands, legs, they were all under inspection.

Your eyes were merciless on yourself, judging every part on you in the cruelest way possible.

The shape of your eyes wasn't pretty enough, your forehead wasn't the right size, your face not the right shape and even your complexion had so many flaws it was nearly impossible for you to live in it.

Folding your forearms on the stirring wheel, you buried your face in them, as tears swelled in your eyes. Your shoulders jolted, pain overtaking your soul as you sobbed and cried, wetting the sleeves of your jacket.

You sobbed louder, without a care in the world as the windows of your car where shut, blocking the sound of your pain, echoing in the void of your heart, where your self love should've been.

A knock on the window of the passenger's seat made your ragged breaths hitch and you peeked from your folded hands to look at the source of the noise and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man standing there.

Tauxolouve waved his hand at you and smiled softly, his dark eyes gentle and ready to listen.

You unlocked the doors and Tauxolouve opened the one on your right, joining you in the car.

"Why's my little lady crying?" He asked in a quiet voice, not wanting to upset you further.

You sobbed as you backed yourself against the door and continued sobbing with your face hidden beneath your hood and even then, you kept trying to pull it lower, wanting to hide as deep in it as you could.

Tauxolouve remained silent, giving you time to cry and let it all out, without leaving your side once, nor growing tired of you. When he said he'd always be there for you, he meant it and was never taking it back.

Once your tears subsided, with your hands still shaking a little, you watched as his hand went to your knee, giving it a squeeze.

"I'm here whenever you feel ready to talk."

You nodded and took a deep breath, cooling down your burning lungs and letting your hands drop from your hood to your lap. "It hurts." Your bottom lip quivered again and your voice cracked. "It hurts to never feel enough. It hurts to avoid mirrors, because I know they'll bring me into situations like these." You said, motioning with your hands around you.

"Can I hug you...?"

You nodded and he gently gathered you into his arms, his caramel scent soothing your tense muscles a little.

"If only I could show you... How truly breathtaking you are." He spoke and he rubbed your back soothingly. "If I painted you, you would be able to see yourself through my own eyes and see how beautiful you are to those whose gazes fall upon you." His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your head upwards to face him. "You're gorgeous."

"Then why can't I see it...?"

Tauxolouve inspected your face for some moments and then smiled, placing a small peck to the tip of your nose. "There's only so much beauty a mind can comprehend." He gently slid down your hood and patted the top of your head with his big, warm hand. "Sometimes we can't acknowledge the things sitting right in front of us alone, so we need a helping hand."

You laid your head on his chest, your breathing growing steady and slow once more, as your cheek nuzzled against his chest.

"I'm here for you. Through thick and thin." He cupped your face in his two large hands. "So why don't we start slowly?"

You raised a brow at his words.

"For example," He rested his forehead against your own, staring deep into your lovely eyes with the stars of a goddess dancing in them, like shooting stars in the dark of the night. "let's start by going back inside." He motioned towards the direction of the store with his head. "If you feel overwhelmed again, we can always take a step back and come another time or do it another way altogether."

You were skeptical as you thought his words through, but soon enough, you reached a decision, even if that was a hesitant one. "Alright..."

"Thank you for trusting me." Tauxolouve smiled at you and gave your lips a sweet kiss. "And remember. We can always leave if you start to feel overwhelmed. I just want you to live your life with a smile on your face and be strong to push through the hardships." He kissed your cheek and patted your head. "I know you'll come out a winner, as long as it takes."

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silverwings22 · 2 years

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Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 39 Without You: Breaking Benjamin

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter warning: chronic illness, injury, mind control, near drowning,

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"Commander, an unauthorized ship just entered the atmosphere but we lost it in the cloud cover. Should I call the scouts?"

Hunter lifted his head when his brother's comm went off. Miria was curled up next to him, coughing fitfully as she had every once in a while for hours while they'd waited. He had no idea how badly she was hurt…

"No need. They'll come to us." Crosshair responded. "Get to the rendezvous point, I'll bring the prisoners."

"Bring us where?!" Hunter demanded.

"Hunter. " Miria murmured as he prepared to fight. Her voice was soft, and gentle warning he understood immediately. Comply for now. We're no good to the others in a cell.

His fists clenched again, but when Crosshair opened the door he followed Miria out quietly. "Wising up, I see." The sniper murmured, lightly pushing his pistol against the woman's back. "See? Following orders isn't so hard."

He marched them through the blinding white of the hallways. Miria looked around with a quiet melancholy, recalling how much Crosshair had once hated this place. It seemed even more oppressive now, even though there was no prying eyes to hide from anymore. No more Shak Ti gliding through the halls, no more rowdy regs in the mess hall. She struggled to hold onto the little spark of hope she had , that this bone crushing loneliness wasn't a reflection of the future.

"Could you let them go, if you had to?"

"As long as they live, I think I would never stop trying to save them."

They were shoved into the training room, open ground where a sharpshooter reigned supreme. Crosshair set his helmet aside, popping a toothpick into his mouth, as his squad joined them and pointed their blasters at Hunter and Miria.

"You're sure they'll come, Commander?" An Imperial trooper murmured.

"They don't leave their own behind. Most of the time. " Crosshair sneered.

"You were trying to kill us! We didn't have a choice." Hunter snapped.

Crosshair regarded him quietly, no real menace in his eyes. "And I did?"

Hunter growled. "We never gave up hope we'd be able to get you back. Especially her." He nodded to Miria, who'd stood to the side with her head down. "You're our brother."

"I haven't forgotten." Crosshair hissed. "You left me behind, Hunter. But we were brothers once, so I'm giving you something you never gave me. A chance."

Hunter looked startled. Miria blinked, lifting her head to look at her beloved sniper with a dawning realization in those lavender eyes. He didn't want to kill them. He was trying to save them.

Before she could respond, the floor behind them lifted up to reveal Echo, Tech, and Wrecker with their weapons up. Right into the trap. Crosshair chuckled. "Together again." He murmured, like the words were comforting. "You won't need your weapons."

The guys looked at each other, then to Miria and Hunter. The Jedi nodded silently, and they begrudgingly tossed their weapons on the ground. Crosshair smiled a little. "Where's your little sidekick?"

Miria spotted Echo pressing something on his prosthetic arm, and tried not to smile. They had backup…

"You think we'd bring her into a place like this?" Wrecker snorted.

"Lying was never your strength, Wrecker." Crosshair rolled his eyes before looking at one of his men. "Find the kid."

The trooper ran off, leaving them to their unhappy family reunion. Crosshair took a step forward. "They'll all die because of your failed leadership, Hunter. You led them astray. But I'm giving you a better option. Join the Empire. We were brothers once, we can be brothers again. What about loyalty? "

"We're loyal to each other, not some Empire." Hunter stood firm.

"You weren't loyal to me." The sniper gritted his teeth.

"Incorrect." Tech huffed. "Locating you has always been the primary objective."

"You left." Crosshair snarled. The air went tense, dangerous, and Miria felt her heart hammer in her chest. She had to try…

"Crosshair. " She took a step towards him, ignoring the blasters tracking her every move. "Crosshair, listen to me. I know you're still in there. This isn't you." She whispered. "This is that bloody inhibitior chip."

His eyes flicked to hers. "I had my chip removed. A long time ago."

Everything froze, and the galaxy splintered into something colorless and cold. Miria sucked in a pained gasp. "What..? When?" She whispered.

"Does it matter? " He shrugged.

"Yes!" Her voice was a half sob. His chip was gone? There was no way this was his choice. No way he'd willingly hurt them all so much. It was a filthy lie!

He didn't seem to be concerned with her agony, looking at the guys again. They all seemed shell shocked. "Don't make the same mistake twice. Don't become my enemy."

"We never were." Hunter murmured. The others nodded.

This wasn't going to plan for Crosshair, as they closed ranks around each other. He was losing them, again. Standing alone when they had each other. Every eye looking back at him was hard as stone except the broken looking Jedi. He had to do something, or they'd be lost to him forever. "Then join me. " he murmured.

"How the hell can we trust you?" Hunter demanded.

Crosshair made up his mind in a split second and droppingbhis pistol, dragging up his rifle and firing a single shot. It ricocheted off planted mirrors, taking out everyone not part of Clone Force 99, as Hunter and Miria found their cuffs opening. "How's that?"

Miria stared, eyes wide, as she ripped the Force cuff off herself. "Cross…"

Any hope of a moment of reconciliation was shattered when a wave of training droids burst in. Everyone dove for their weapons on the floor. "What the fuck is this, Crosshair?!" Hunter demanded, guarding the unarmed Miria.

"Your guess is as good as mine. " He huffed, backing up into a familiar formation. Fighting with them.

Miria crushed the nearest droid with the Force, aching for her weapons. Her already aching body was screaming with each use of the Force…

"Miria!"

She turned, locking eyes with Crosshair as he unhooked her saber from his belt and tossed it to her. Her fingers closed around the hilt and she spun, igniting the blade and tearing through the nearest droid.

Beautiful. The thought stuck in Crosshairs brain louder than any order as she moved in the familiar dance of combat, twirling around him and the others. When a rifle shot whizzed over her shoulder to nail another droid, she looked back at him. Battered and her nose bleeding, she still looked at him with an electric fondness in her eyes.

I don't deserve this.

His chest collapsed when he realized he'd failed. They wouldn't come with him. He couldn't have them back. It was over…

The last of the droids fell with ease when they fell in sync, and Hunter pointed his blaster at Crosshair. Mirias eyes snapped wide. "No!"

She didn't remember moving, but she was suddenly standing between him and her sniper, arms open wide. Crosshair knew he should be more concerned with the blaster in Hunter's hand, but he was staring at the back of her head as she threw her body between him and the muzzle. Protecting him.

"Miri, move." Hunter growled.

"No!" She stared back with steadfast determination. Crosshair couldn't stop himself from reaching, fingers inches from curling into the night-dark hair back on the back of her neck, when Hunter's thumb flicked the blaster to stun and shot over the Jedi’s shoulder.

Crosshair crumpled when the bolt struck, and she spun around to catch him despite the strain on her screaming muscles. She cradled his head in her arms when they hit the floor.

Finally, my darling. I've got you…

Hunter walked over as Omega ran down from a platform and tackled into his side. He hugged her with one arm, smiling a little, before looking back at his general. Her burned hand was resting over the myriad of scars on one side of Crosshairs head gently.

"Wrecker, pick him up." Hunter murmured. "Crosshair is coming with us. " he holstered the pistol and offered Miria a hand up. "We've got to get out of here."

She looked up at him and nodded slowly, pressing her forehead against the unconscious man's before letting the big clone take him and throw him over his shoulder. Omega grabbed her and Hunter's helmets and other weapons, where Crosshair had set them in the corner when he'd brought them in.

"You okay? " Echo breathed as she got to her feet.

She nodded. "I will be. Let's go. "

She'd be okay. They had Crosshair again.

Running was familiar at this point. Running for their lives, with Crosshair slung limply over Wreckers shoulder, was oddly soothing to Miria’s rattled nerves. At least until the facility lurched violently to the side. “What was that?” Wrecker yelped as they went careening into each other.

Omega squeaked, pinballing between Hunter and Tech until Miria grabbed her. The Jedi looked out a window just in time to see another bolt of light slamming down from the three looming ships in the atmosphere. “They’re destroying the facility.” Her fingers tightened into fists, eyes darting to Crosshair’s closed eyes. They’d stolen everything and left him here to die… bastards.

But there was little time to dwell on the Empire, as the shots struck support columns and the hallway they were in started to collapse. “This way!” Omega tugged Hunter’s arm, the group running desperately towards the lab the girl had her rescue team in through. But the hall’s supports shattered and the entire structure went crashing down into the cold Kaminoan sea, tilted downward. Wrecker tripped, sliding past Miria and dropping Crosshair in the headlong tumble.

“Hunter!” Omega wailed, clinging to her little AZI droid as the men went sliding down past a set of blast doors in a tumble of debris.

“Omega!” He reached up, another shot sending him and the guys sliding down the tilted floor further.

Miria let go of her mooring, a broken piece of wall, and slid to Crosshair as he went skittering down, wrapping her arm around his middle and grabbing a wire. “AZI, pull Omega up!”

The droid grabbed Omega under her arms and hauled her airborne, out of the way of crashing ceiling support raining down on them. She heard a gasp of pain as a heavy x-shaped beam landed, pinning Miria and Crosshair both. The Jedi was trying to shield the downed man with her own body, the metal slamming her flat on her back next to him with an arm pinned against his chest.

“Omega! Miri!” Hunter was still yelling, but the cry cut out when the blast doors sealed between them and the section of broken hall hit the seafloor.

AZI set Omega down as everything went silent, except for the ominous trickle of water coming in from several fissures in the compartment. She ran over to the other as Crosshair groaned, coming awake.

“Are you alright?” Omega whispered, crouching by Miria.

“We’re stuck.” The Jedi groaned, trying to push the cage of broken metal off them. Cold water was already lapping up her legs as the room started flooding. They’d drown here if she couldn’t get up, but her arm and hip were pinned flat. She couldn’t get to her saber to cut them free. “Cross, are you hurt?”

He had an arm free, waking up groggily and in a bad mood immediately. “Get this off me!”

“I’m trying.” She groaned as the metal tilted some, pressing harder into her chest. To Crosshair’s credit,he stopped shoving it her direction and looked at her. Those lavender eyes locked into his, a smile lingering on her lips. “It’s going to be alright, darling.” She breathed. Somehow, she had to get them out of this.

The frigid wet of the rising seawater spread up his waist and he let out an involuntary shudder. Omega was struggling with the heavy metal, AZI assisting, but nothing was budging at the girl was getting frantic. “We’re going to drown.” Crosshair groaned.

“No, we aren’t.” Miria said firmly. “Omega, look at me.” Water crept up her chest, the flooding getting faster as the pressure of the ocean outside forced the holes in their compartment wider . “Breathe. Center. You can figure this out.” She craned her neck to keep her face clear of the water.

Omega tried to follow her instructions, mind racing. “AZI, get underneath and use your thrusters. I’ll try to break it free.” She clambered up the slick and angled flooring to get higher ground.

“What the hell is she doing?” Crosshair growled.

“Just trust her for five minutes.” Miria smiled, sucking in a deep breath. “I do.” Then the water was over her head, and a split second later Crosshair was underwater with her. AZI was shoving at the metal bar, freeing Miria’s hand just enough for her fingers to latch onto the edge of his chest plate and hold on for dear life. It was the only sign she was anything but sure Omega would succeed.

Purple light flashed sharply down on them three times in rapid succession, Omega’s plasma bow breaking up the metal before the girl dove in after them and started yanking it off their legs. Miria grabbed both her and Crosshair and kicked off the floor, rocketing them to the rapidly dwindling air bubble at the ceiling. They all gasped, Omega pushing to the ceiling and searching for escape.

“Any further brilliant plans?” Crosshair hissed.

“You know, sarcasm doesn’t stop you from drowning.” Omega grumbled.

Miria glanced at Crosshair again before sucking in a breath and diving, swimming to the sealed doors between her and the rest of the team. Between them and the life-saving air. There was the tip of Hunter’s knife wedged between the doors, trying to break the seal. She was sure Wrecker had to be putting his whole back into it. She shot to the surface and sucked in a breath. “Come over here! I need your help.” She waved to Omega and Crosshair desperately.

Omega nodded, Crosshair more begrudgingly following her over and under the water. Miria pulled his knife off her thigh and shoved it into the door seal, just above the tip of Hunters, and started pulling to the side to try to get some leverage. Omega and AZI grabbed her arms, pulling with her. After a second, Crosshair grabbed her around the waist and yanked.

The seal broke enough that she spotted Wrecker’s fingers wedging into the gap, and water started rushing out of the compartment to the one below. Omega was swept through first, Echo catching her as she flew by and pulling her to his chest. “Gotcha, kid. You okay?”

Omega coughed. “Miri and Crosshair are still in there!”

Miria was pulled through by the current next, crashing into Tech’s chest as he reached out. “I have the General.”

She hacked water, still clutching the knife awkwardly to avoid stabbing him in the rush of water pressure. “Cr-cross is…”

The black armored figure came shooting out of the gap in the door and Wrecker slammed it shut. “He’s fine.”

Crosshair slid across the floor on his back until Hunter stopped him with a foot and looked down, arms crossed. Tech gently set Miria down, watching the water dripping down her chin turning pinkish when she coughed.

Miria walked over to the sniper and offered him her hand. “We can’t say here, my darling.” She wheezed a little. The falling debris had definitely upset something, but there wasn’t much time for medical assistance. She’d have to be okay until they could get to the Marauder.

He eyed her hand but didn't take it, getting up on his own and looking around. Miria looked away, shoulders falling a little.Omega climbed down from Echo’s arms to hug her around the waist gently.

“We need to get to a more secure area.” Hunter looked up at the leaking ceiling. “Tech?”

“Scans indicate a few other compartments we can access from here that should still be relatively secure. It is not viable long term, however. Oxygen levels will be critical in a few hours.”

“We’ll come up with something by then.” Miria murmured. “Lead the way.”

They carefully picked their way through the silent, half flooded hallways, new angles making everything unfamiliar until Tech got a door panel opened and everyone ducked in. Miria froze. “Your barracks…”

“Coincidentally, it seems our old barracks are one of the few habitable compartments remaining.” Tech shrugged.

“What did they do to it?” Wrecker pouted as he walked in.

“Cleaned it. The smell’s gone.” Echo snorted.

Wrecker grinned. “Our scoreboard’s still here!” He pulled his helmet off and put his hand against the tick marks gouged into the durasteel.

Crosshair looked away, arms crossed tightly. “All those missions together, and you threw it all away. And for what, the Republic?” He stared Hunter down. Behind the sergeant, Miria turned her head.

He’s right. The Republic was terrible to them, to all the clones. But how can he justify this…?

“And I guess you still think the Empire’s a better option, even though they left you for dead?” Hunter snapped. “Just like they did us!”

“You always did take things too personally, Hunter. They did what had to be done.” Crosshair huffed. “The Empire is going to rule the entire galaxy, and I’m going to be a part of it. I’ve made my decision.”

“You’ll never been anything more than a number to them, Crosshair.” Hunter shook his head.

Echo and Tech immediately looked at their General, who just turned around. Crosshair walked past her to the window, looking out at the underwater terrain for a minute before sitting in the ledge and rubbing his head with a gloved hand.

He wasn’t looking at her when her eyes locked onto the movement. Headache. He has a headache.

Hope bloomed again like roses on Naboo, when it had been so close to crumbling. The scars on his head were either faked by the Empire, or they were from the ion engine. But that bloody chip was still in his skull, she was sure of it.

She walked over to the ledge, and sat down beside him quietly. He eyed her as she fumbled in a pouch in her kama, which he realized he hadn’t searched on the shuttle when he’d taken her and Hunter.

“Looks like the waterproofing held up…” She smiled faintly, offering him a toothpick.

He eyed her for a minute before taking it. She didn’t expect gratitude, or even acknowledgement, just letting him watch her profile from the corner of his eye. “Thanks.” He finally said quietly.

She looked over with a concerned look. “Were you hurt? When that metal fell… or when Vader…”

“I’m fine.” His voice sharpened, turning his head away from her. Miria looked at him thoughtfully.

“Did it make you forget?” She asked softly. “You talk like you remember everything about your brothers, and our missions… But we spent so much time in this room together, and you look at me like you barely know who I am.” Her eyes darted up, looking around the room. If she imagined hard enough, the eerie blue of being underwater faded away to the memory of fluorescent light turned down low to avoid Hunter getting a migraine. Wrecker’s weight set in the corner and the lingering smell of something he’d forgotten about going to rot. Echo’s hammock strung up between the beds so he wouldn’t have to be bunked somewhere else. Lula laying on the work table in the middle of the room, button eyes catching the dimmed light. The steady scratching sound of Tech writing on the wall in his bunk with chalk, working through endless equations. The dull gleam of Hunter’s knife as he flipped and toyed with it distractedly, reading over mission reports with his other hand on the datapad. The scent of tea and floral shampoo on the pillow as Miria tucked herself into her lover’s bunk, waiting for him to curl up next to her where they were safe. Behind the locked door, away from scrutinizing eyes, in this room…

If Crosshair thought about it long enough, much the same picture appeared to him.

“Things change.” He murmured quietly, fiddling with the toothpick.

“Not everything.” She sighed. “Not for me.”

“If you adapt, you survive. You heard him, there’s a place for you in the Empire. You don’t have to die like this.” His laser focused eyes moved to her black and blue face. He needed to get through to her, one last chance to save her from Hunter’s stupidity.

“I don’t want to survive, Crosshair. I’ve spent my whole life surviving. I want to live. There’s a difference.”

He frowned. “Is there?”

She nodded, turning a little to face him directly and dropping her voice. “It’s the difference between when I’m with them, and when I’m with you.”

His brow furrowed a little further as she sat back, watching Omega inspecting everything next to Tech. Trying to save their lives… she should be over there looking for a way out too, but there was a different life she was trying to save.

“I didn’t forget.” He whispered. “It just… isn’t the same.”

“It could be.” Hesitantly, she put her blistered hand over the back of his. He tensed, looking silently at her broken skin.

Could it?

“Miri! I’ve got an idea!” Omega ran over, looking at them for a moment.

“Tell me about it, padawan mine.” Miria smiled.

“We landed on top of the underwater tunnel. AZI can weld and form a watertight seal, and we should be able to drop in and make our way back to the lab to get to the ship.”

Crosshair raised an eyebrow. “The kid is calling the shots now?”

“Omega is very clever.” Miria smiled. “Let’s get started before we run out of air. My lightsaber should help with the weld.”

Crosshair grumbled as Miria got up, leaving him with the little girl who regarded him quietly. “I wanted to believe it was the chip that made you like this.” She whispered. “Because I don’t understand how everyone here loves you so much and you don’t care…”

He looked at her, a bright eyed kid. Like the Syndulla girl on Ryloth… like they’d always wanted, before. “Go away.”

Omega looked at him again, hurt in her eyes, before walking back to where Miria was working with AZI to get the weld watertight. The poor Jedi’s arms were shaking, and Wrecker put a hand on her shoulder to steady her.

When the metal floor dropped, they hopped lightly into the transparisteel tube. Crosshair looked up at the cracks spreading slowly through the tunnel. “We need to go back.”

“There’s nowhere else to go, Crosshair. If we stay in the barracks, we’ll suffocate.” Echo shook his head.

Crosshair huffed. "This whole thing is going to collapse. This is what happens when you let a kid call the shots."

"What's your deal, Crosshair? " Wrecker hissed as Omega looked miserable. "After all she's done for us you wanna give the kid a hard time?"

"Am I supposed to be grateful for my replacement? " Crosshair demanded.

"That's what this is all about? You know what pisses me off about the whole thing? You never even tried to come back! And we'd have taken you, every single time!" Wrecker was almost yelling, clearly more hurt than angry. He'd always been close with Crosshair, of course he was hurt.

"Don't bother, Wrecker." Tech put a hand on his shoulder. "Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding. It is his nature. You cannot change that. He cannot change that." He turned away. "And you know how hard the general tried… but it is who he is. "

Crosshair frowned. "Why are you defending me? "

"I am not. " Tech looked back, and it was unfortunate for the sniper that Techs helmet let his eyes be seen. They looked deeply regretful. "Understanding you does not mean I agree with you."

Miria closed her eyes. "We need to move. Stay in the center rail.” she murmured, taking a careful step out. It was a secret rail system, used to go from city to city and lab to lab while avoiding the vicious storms and rain outside. The pod would be secured in the track her feet now balanced on, but there was no power so they would have to make it on their own.

“Keep your flashlights down.” She murmured quietly. “This deep down, creatures will be attracted to the light. The tunnel can’t take anything large exploring it.”

“The tunnels are protected.” Omega murmured, latching onto the Jedi’s hand.

AZI spun around and looked at her. “That is true when the power is on. Which it is not.”

Hunter looked over his right shoulder and tensed. A massive fish creature was heading right for them, predictably attracted to the lights. Miria’s eyes flashed towards the upward curve of the tube and a set of segment doors that could be sealed. “AZI, there should be a maintenance panel on the other side of those doors. Get the power on. Everyone climb the track up past the doors.” She pulled her saber off her hip and started running backwards down the track. “Here fishy, fishy.”

The lightsaber was brighter than the flashlights, and the fish’s attention followed her as she darted down the hallway. Hunter swore. “Again?!

“It’s her thing.” Echo pushed Omega up to the track. “Climb. She can’t follow if we’re in the way.”

They scrambled up the track as the fish bit down on the tunnel and started rocking it, trying to get to Miria waving her saber. The cracks in the transparisteel deepened, water starting to puddle around her ankles. “AZI!”

“Almost done!” The droid chirped. “The clones are clear of the door at this time.”

“Wordlessly she disengaged her saber and ran, fast as she could with the Force at her heels, as the glass behind her splintered and she tried to outrun the tidal wave coming up the tunnel. She reached the upward bend and Force jumped, arm outstretched. Hunter grabbed one hand and Crosshair, surprisingly, got the other, They hauled her in as AZI turned on the power and shut the door. An external shock zapped the fish outside, and it backed out and away from the tube.

Everyone sat on the floor, Miria laid on her back with her eyes closed, and caught their breath. “How much further to the lab…” She whispered, and her chest crackled a little.

“We’re almost there.” Omega patted her leg. “Can you walk?”

Miria nodded, sitting up and coughing sharply into her palm. With her gloves half burnt off, there was no hiding the blood there. “Lets… keep moving.” She swallowed hard, body aching. It hurt to move, but they still weren’t done. Wouldn’t be done until they were safe back in the ship… she let her mind wander just a little to the idea she could pull Crosshair back to their bunk and hold him, soothe all the places he was shattering. Maybe if they fell apart together, the pieces would fall in a way that somehow made everything okay again.

#crosshair #eventual smut #explict #original character #crosshair smut #clone force 99 #caught in the crosshairs

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thoughts on john 3:16

they always speak of god loving the world so much that he sent his only son but nobody talks about how he was mary’s only son, too. everyone loves that she, a teenage girl with a heart crafted to cradle the world, gave her fiat, her yes, to a world of unimaginable pain. that she would watch baby jesus grow, see his first steps and hear him cry out his first words. that she would watch him shrink with the weight of wood, see his final stumbles with the cross and cry out herself as she heard him mumble his pleas of forgiveness for those that killed him. for god so loved the world that he gave his only son, and it seems he didn’t quite mind giving the labor and love of his daughter as penance as well. and if it wasn’t the mary we know, it would’ve been some other unfortunate woman that had the immaculate blessing of pain put upon her. today there are a million marys that say yes when they know it will hurt, because there are angel eyes watching and this is a noble, selfless thing to do, and are you there, god? it’s me, mary, doing exactly as you ask of me. i love you, god, and if you take this from me, if you cut me like this, i am so lovesick i can convince myself that after the hurt your love will heal me. i’ll sweat out the fever as i watch my baby die. can you imagine having a child, and every time you look at them you know that your choice to let them live is the same choice you made to let them die? how painful it must be, then, to be a mother! to see his back raw with lashings and flesh, as slick and bloody as the day he was born, to see the way the crown of thorns pierce his gentle head, and oh, god, why are you doing this to us? surely you could’ve let him go in peace! you promised me this, god, you promised our sin would be washed away! but i can only blame myself, i suppose, because i said yes. because i said yes and anything worth having must be bought in the most bloody, gruesome way possible. because i was devoted and said yes and i was little and full of love and maybe just a bit hungry for purpose. purpose. you always made us with purpose, with intent. you made me clean of sin. that was the whole point—mary, mother of god, clean, virginal, pure. i was your perfect daughter. and yet. you take my boy to suffer for sins i was never even able to commit. every house will creak and give. every star will burn out. and be blessed, the Lord decreed, that you will never know why. why, why, why i am still asking this as i hide in my blood tainted blue, still clean, still virginal, permanently pure, always, always, always, and why would you make it so that this is the way things had to be? if this is love, if i am this paralyzed with fear of your sacrifice, i don’t think i could stand to imagine a life in which i defy you. but i like to try, anyways. mary, tired, tearful, bleeding, smiling for the world, but cursing god in the depths of her blessed heart, so quiet that only the beautiful demons that will hold her broken spirit can hear. mary goes to hell, not because she’s done anything wrong, but because that is where perfect souls scorned by their creator go to find the peace they earned. something cut loose is cut free, and there is no better feeling than the fall, the feathers of your wings peeling away to cushion your landing. and it is warm there, in the underworld, and it scares you at first because you’ve lived in frigid fear of your father’s touch for so long. but you get used to it, and realize that this silence here is paradise. i hope one day i can see her there, mary, mother of god, sacred and divine but above all human, and rest my head on her shoulder. i would find comfort in her arms as we close our eyes together for the last time and watch the flames curl up our legs as we return to stardust, finally free.

#mini rant #idk man #rafael nicolás inspires me so much #like seriously i don’t think anyone has ever known the depths of my soul the way he does #virgin mary #angelito

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casspurrjoybell-23 · 4 months

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Berserkr - Chapter 2 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Alphas Suck

The sun was an early riser, never late in its conquest to set the lands alight with its momentous display of power.

But just beyond the shore, in a quaint barn not far from the edge of the cliffs, was someone who arose right along with the ephemeral glow of the early morning horizon.

"Ahren, be kind to your sister, now. There is more than enough breakfast to go around, you know that I would never leave you hungry," a gentle voice sounded, hands undeniably tender yet simultaneously agile as they gripped the stem of a pitchfork.

The body connected to those hands was that of an Omega, one who stabbed relentlessly at the fresh bale of hay in an attempt to deconstruct it just like he did with every sunrise, rain, storm or shine.

Ahren gave a frustrated grunt followed by a sharp whinny of disapproval and the Omega immediately tutted, freeing his fingers from the farm tool that promptly dropped into the pile of hay to instead focusing pale eyes and loving hands on the muzzle of his tall friend.

Ahren was a good stallion, a strong and powerful horse that was easily worth his own weight in gold.

The Omega had been raised right alongside the impressive beast, ever since he stumbled upon this quiet village so many years ago at the ripe age of eight harvest cycles and was lucky enough to secure employment as a stable boy.

It was a tough job full of back-breaking heavy lifting that quickly rendered the young Omega's delicate joints dust.

It paid nothing more than one meal a day and shelter from the elements while he slept but it was necessary.

He was safe here.

He could hide away here.

And anything... Everything was better than before.

And besides, his manager, Arne was nice enough, a widowed shopkeeper whose late husband was the former Jarl or leader of the village he now called home.

"Oh, do not give me that look. You know that I adore you," the Omega praised with a smile bright enough to blind a sighted man.

As he lovingly scratched at Ahren's velvety muzzle, the sight of his own, multicolored fingers rendered a reminder of how he ended up here in the first place.

See, this Omega led nothing short of a... unique life.

Born into a family with a loving mother and father, that love quickly turned sour as he began to grow and his skin color began to change right along with the rest of him.

'Cursed. Damned. Demon.'

The Omega had heard it all throughout the earliest years of his existence, confusion about why this was happening to him steadily surmounting as his parents sought healers far and wide to take heed of his apparent ailment.

He remembered peering into the lake by his family home, touching his face with soft fingertips as he wondered why they thought that the intermittent patches of paler pigment that gradually spread across his toffee-colored skin were something that could be so terrible.

But unfortunately, when certain falsehoods are repeated enough, anyone will start to believe them.

"Begone, demon. With Odin as our witness, your sins will not taint us here."

He would never forget the day when one too many healers consigned his fate and his parent's love for him ran out.

The rain had been so cold that night as it pelted down on his back, strands of black curls sticking to his forehead like plaster and obscuring the very last view of his parents that he would ever glimpse before they slammed the door and cast him out for good.

He had been much too stunned, much too confused and perplexed to cry that day.

Instead, the eight-year-old had simply stood there, rooted in the spot as he clung to the idea that maybe this was all some heinous, treacherous trick.

But only when the sun nudged the moon from the sky and dusk turned to dawn did tiny seedlings of the truth finally seep into the cracks of his gentle heart.

His family did not want him.

He was a demon.

And now, he was all alone.

A bright neigh... pulled the Omega from the cavernous abyss of his mind and he wasted no time in swiveling his soft gaze toward the majestic mare that also lived alongside Ahren in the barn.

"Sigge, what is it?" he asked, brushing dirtied hands on his britches after giving Ahren's muzzle one extra pat of well-deserved attention.

An eyebrow rising with increasing awareness, the Omega quickly took heed of the slightest shift in the female horse's expression, the dryness to her tongue when her muzzle opened and a specific, inexplicable state of understanding that had somehow become second nature to him over the years of living, sleeping and breathing alongside these beautiful creatures.

"Oh, I see," he cooed, making the short trek over to Sigge to run those dual-pigmented fingers through her long mane.

The barely-detectable coarseness in the strands confirmed his suspicion.

"I am very sorry that I fell asleep without filling your trough last night. Manager Arne ordered me to help in the house until it was so late that my eyes couldn't stand it a second longer."

The young Omega sighed, still surprised by how he somehow managed to stumble back to his makeshift bed in the corner of the barn in the wee hours of the morning.

"But enough about me, you must be so thirsty, my love. No worries, I will go to the canal and fetch..."

"Valie."

The Omega's head snapped around in an instant, an instinctive, self-preservative movement in response to the sound of his name rolling off of the sharp tongue of his manager.

He knew much, much better than to keep her waiting.

"Ma'am?" Vale answered back in a space shorter than a millisecond, although his fingers remained tangled in the comforting depths of Sigge's mane.

"Fetch me water for my stew. Quickly, now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Valie moved like a breeze, more than used to being slight and unnoticed.

He placed a quick kiss on Sigge's nose before snatching up two wooden pails and scurrying out of the loose wallboards at the back of the barn.

A vague smile tugged at Valie's lips and a quiet melody hummed in his throat as he ambled along the side of the path that led down to the sea and subsequently, the freshwater canal that it supplied.

The village was on the larger side of small, a coastal town in which everyone knew everyone and rumors flew like the never-ending flocks of crows that liked to draw circles in the sky.

Valie was never particularly akin to taking part in the gossip, finding himself much more comfortable with existing on the outskirts of their quaint community.

Besides, it was unlikely that anyone would even let him take part even if he wanted to, the objectionable state of his dual-toned patches of skin the one and only nail in the coffin of any probability of social interaction.

Well, at least he had his horses.

"VALIE."

And Tofa. He also had Tofa.

A high-pitched squeal and a body crashing into his own left Valie tumbling haphazardly into the shrubbery that lined the far side of the pathway, leaving the misfit pair in a tangled mess of limbs and leaves.

"Tofa," Valie finally giggled once a quick sniff confirmed that his attacker was, in fact, his best friend and fellow Omega.

"You nearly killed me."

Tofa whipped his body back, still hovering over his friend with a mischievous smile but this time providing enough room to at least allow the black-haired male to take a breath.

"I could never hurt ya'," the smaller male replied, bright blue eyes glistening despite the fact that the sun was replaced by opaque clouds and heavy fog today.

"I'm just tired from workin' all night and I saw ya' walkin' by and it had been a while since I last saw ya'... and... and I just miss ya'."

Valie flushed, ducking his head to hide the supremely obvious blush that had a tendency to infiltrate the large patch on the left side of his face that was particularly de-pigmented.

"I miss you too, Tof, I truly do," he replied as his hands re-assumed their positions on the handles of his pails, truth interlaced into each word.

"But my manager is not a patient woman, you know that. I must get water for her before she loses patience and I sleep with an empty stomach again."

Tofa instantly deflated but nodded with understanding as Valie pushed himself back up to standing, preparing to continue his trek.

However, before he could step foot back on the path, a short body sidled itself up next to him.

"I can go with and I'll even help ya' carry ye'r pails back. Is that alright?" Tofa offered and Valie could not ignore the way his soul softened at the sweetness of his friend's generosity.

"Didn't you just finish working the mead hall?" Valie inquired, not missing the dark crescents that loomed just underneath his friend's bright eyes, revealing the Omega's proper state of exhaustion.

The smaller Omega's smile faltered but did not break.

"I did. But it's okay, they wer'nt too rough with me last night."

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I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”

#megumi x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #megumi fluff #jjk megumi #look at me finally writing something sfw for him #i have like 5 wips that all revolve around this boy

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