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Coffee Shop au part four

(Segment one of three)

If I forget to tag something important please tell me.

(Present day)

(Small warning Acylius does use those he tortures for food for other demons and non mortal creatures to consume so if you have a problem with that then um just keep scrolling I guess ^^; )

What was this…that strange feeling of disappointment at seeing Black Hats chair being vacant; after all he’d only been there twice so it was not as if he was a regular customer, especially as they’d only been open for two days.

Why should the old demon stay until closing time anyway, just because he did it on the first day didn’t mean he’d do it again today, he had no reason to stay…Black Hat had been rather forward though, kissing him like that, not that he was complaining but , he wasn’t one to just play around and be used.

Friends with benefits was one thing, at least you knew where you both stood, and yet still, why did it feel so familiar, an old dream perhaps, after all who didn’t at least have one wet dream about the great Black Hat doing sordid things to your body right.

Especially with tentacles, while wearing priest robes.

Yes he had his kinks, but damn you if you tried to shame him for them.

He huffed, shoulders going slump, no this was ridiculous , feeling sad just because that idiot of a Gremlin just upped and left without so much as a good bye, Hat didn’t owe him anything and he didn’t owe Hat anything either.

Clearly he was crazy, he had finally fucking lost it, thinking of The Great Lord Black Hat owing him a good bye and a kiss on the cheek as if they were lovers, he’d just met the bastard.

No he needed to either relax or worry if the destroyer of worlds was going to ruin his café that’d he’d always wanted with his mischievous downright evil antics.

Acylius was currently grinding up their latest victim, a man who’d been abusing Nicodemus’s workers (don’t worry if you don’t know who that is I won’t be bringing him into this unless I need him for like filler scenes)

Body parts in neat piles on the counter top, ‘pork’ pies were on the menu tomorrow, this was Black Hat’s island so even the people knew some places the menu would cater to demons so if they saw the chalk was in red they knew it was demon cuisine, though of course there was always the daring person who’d ask for it anyway in which a waiver definitely had to be signed.

Hey, wasn’t going to be Acylius’s problem if they decided to off themselves on food that probably wasn’t for human consumption.

This particular man had been a pig and he was serving sow next week.

Vile beings needed to meet a vile end.

This was going to be a long night, he could manage though, at best he could manage on two nights of sleep during the week.

Currently the head of the meat sack was animated and still alive, the man was so far gone he’d reached that point of acceptance that this was happening and nothing could be done, so seeing his body being prepped for pastries and such was more amusing than anything.

“I’m a Legion demon Jake, that’s your name right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, anyway as I was saying I’m a Legion demon in this day and age that means nothing to most unless you are perhaps ancient or still follow the old ways, I have nothing to offer thee Great Lord Black Hat.”

Jake watched as the demon deboned, removed a hand and of his shaved one of his arms before washing it down to make sure all the hair was gone before slapping it into the mince meat maker.

“Last I heard your kind was like some kinda lucky charm right dude?”

“Yes, but he does not need that from me, if we did anything he would be interested in me for all of five minutes and bail, he is all shadows and darkness, I will literally spend weekends in my boxers eating cheese puffs if the week has been hard enough, hardly a turn on for someone like Black Hat.”

Acylius snapped while working on another piece.

“I dunno, some beings like to see their partners being able to feel that chill around them, but hey that’s just my jam you know, anyway stop whining, this guy is old as shit right, you don’t know, your Legion demon shit might actually put a huge boner in his pants.”

Jake taunted, smirking as he watched his killer bristle up, oooo hooo sensitive much.

You know those scenes in anime’s where the other character suddenly gets really tall, shadows where their eyes should be and their hair seems to just be blowing in the wind and there’s that broken glass sound sometimes.

That’s Acylius’s reaction as his mouth turns into a ground out grin that’s splitting wider and wider along where the scars are, ironically that injury is the reason he can smile this wide now when the demon in him starts to show.

Jake was going to die, he was already he dead he knew it so why not torment him just a little more and get it over with

“Awww no I know what it is baby demon, you want a daddy you can suckle on and-

Acylius brought the meat tenderiser down on Jake’s head repeatedly until there was only pulp left, brain matter and blood were splattered across his apron with a few deep scarlet streaks going across his cheek, how brightly the red stood out against the snow white skin.

He was staring at the mess he’d made, panting softly, pupils thin and biting his lip, alright maybe he’d enjoyed that a little too much, he frowned though when he saw the pies had been covered to, well perhaps they would still be salvageable.

Scraping the remains of the head into the bin marked biohazard he pulled the bag out and set it down getting rid of other pieces he no longer required, tomorrow non human waste disposal would be picking up the remains anyway.

Demencia had caught the show and was leaning on the door.

“Looks like you got a little too into that Lulu, sure you don’t want to tenderise me on the surface.”

(NOTE, Acylius’s nick name Lulu was made last year in November 2019 because my friend had trouble pronouncing his name, so I tried to think of a name that he’d only let close friends and loved ones call him and that’s where that comes from, not Helluva boss, just thought I’d point that out as there’s a Lulu world and Loo Loo land)

“Not now Demencia, I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”

Acylius ran his fingers through his hair, regretting it once he remembered oh yeah covered in blood; a shower would definitely be needed before bed.

“Ah I see, so the head got sassy huh?”

Flug, because yes reminder Acylius is Doctor Flug, paused at the backdoor and pouted

“Might have, he also said some very offensive words that I did not appreciate.”

Demmy folded her arms, shaking her head and smiling

“Well you showed that head who’s boss, now hurry up binch I want my cookies and hot chocolate, it’s late.”

Flug lovingly gave her the finger as he walked out the door while telling her she had two hands she could do it herself.

The back alley was dimly lit, not that he couldn’t see or choose to focus his vision to see clearer but sometimes it was nice just to appreciate light that softly glowed and curled around corners to take in the world in all different ways and settings…oh he missed rain, there hadn’t been any in nearly two months now, he missed how things glowed, street lamps became brighter and car lights so red and vibrant against the grey trailing along winding roads of shimmering black.

Perhaps it would soon when the snow had melted, he’d go for a long drive and listen to the rain hitting the roof of his car, patting against the windows, listening to the quiet tick, tick, tick of the vehicle when he switched on the indicator.

Yeah just drive out the middle of nowhere, strip down and run in the rain or just let it soak into his clothes as his breath streamed out in wispy clouds…

Ears twitching he heard a late party of drunks making their way home, he watched them pass by, they were completely unaware of him, if he were perhaps a rabid sort of demon they would be easy pickings, but that was not his game, at least not tonight, there was no scent that told him a wrong doing had been done, just a group of friends heading home for bed.

Snow had fallen in the tracks left by the bustling day life of the people around here and now in the silence he wondered was he lonely, Demencia’s offers had sometimes had been all too tempting simply out of need for comfort and to be close to someone, sometimes it seemed she needed it just as much as he did when they’d just lean on each other and complain about their day.

Looking up he found someone watching him from the shadows, well more saw a pair of eyes, completely yellow, no white to be seen, oranges and reds, as if he were looking at the sun, shivering as a breeze rolled through he pulled down his sleeves, goose bumps rising, a tingling down his spine, just the little things that reminded him he was alive, he was not afraid of what lingered in the shadows, there was no sense of danger.

Perhaps they were a Legion fan , someone caught off guard by his appearance, after all Flug knew his scars could be quiet unsettling to some people…though come to think of it he did sense an air of fear about this being, still they were wide and unmoving.

Really the sensible thing to do would be to just go inside and ignore this creature, yet something kept him there a longing to talk to it, placing the garbage into the bins he smiled just a little

“You know stranger, you remind me of someone…someone I feel like I should know.”

Acylius’s ears lay flat as he heard them softly whimper, it sounded so sad.

“I am sorry, I was not being offensive I assure you, this person I speak of was very kind, at least he was in the dream, I dreamt when I was little , funnily enough a night like this, Mother had locked me out…”

He held one hand in the other looking at them, fingers curling around his thumb

“My fingers were so cold and red I could barely feel them, or the rest of myself to be honest…heh you probably do not want to hear the tired ramblings of an out of date demon.”

“No, please continue.”

There was silence again, that whispered voice, it comforted him, made him feel at ease, this indeed truly was a strange day.

“Mother had locked me out, I didn’t cry or beg her to let me back in, I knew she would not open the door, so I laid down cheek to the snow, despite being almost numb my face burned, my face…”

Tracing along his scars as he recalled the moment could not help but wince

“I had to be careful still they had barely healed by that point, but I remember how good the cold felt on them, red and angry they seemed to only be satisfied when pressed to the freezing earth, I knew that night or at least believed I was going to die and…I was alright with that until I saw a pair of eyes just like yours.”

Acylius took a step forward only stopping when he saw this being step back

“They were gold, I thought they were so beautiful , I thought maybe the angels we were told about were not so bad if they could come for something like me, his claws hands reached down for me but I didn’t see his face, all I heard was that I was coming home with him and his name…his name was…”

Acylius held his head in his hands, scrubbing them down his face

“His name was Cruentus.”

When he looked back at where the eyes had been there was only darkness, the demon in the dark had disappeared so quickly he wondered for a moment if they’d even been there.

No, nope, nope, that dream was not real, that being was not Cruentus, it was all coincidence and he was just exhausted, yes that was it, perhaps he should sleep tonight, or maybe he’d snacked on too much of Jake while he was working, or had too many sugary treats either way, it was pies in the fridge and off to bed.

Opening the back door he locked it behind him, ignoring the fact Demencia was chomping on one of the pies, after all she knew what was in them if she wanted to eat it that was up to her, his mind was elsewhere.

“Mmmm you tenderized this one good, Legs, nice and juicy.”

Usually her friend would react to that name, at least grunt or gently nudge her and tell her not to call him that, something was clearly bothering Acylius.

“Legs?”

Demencia asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, only for him to turn and pick her up by the front of her shirt, snarling as he did so

“Do not call me that name!”

Looking down at him, Demencia could really see something wasn’t right here, was he remembering something to do with that name, like it had always annoyed him, but that glare, the disheveled hair and fangs all bared …honestly in another situation he would be hot as fuck…alright she was already thinking he looked hot as fuck but this was not the time or place.

Touching Acylius’s face lightly, she watched as his ears flicked, his breathing was ragged, his eyes returning from being solid blue to having pupils and irises again, her hands were warm and comforting and he found himself leaning into them, lips pressed against her palm…she was there to ground him in his bad moments and he could never thank his friend enough for that.

“You mind setting me down you tree.”

Demencia laughed softly.

He carefully set her back down and pulled her in for a hug

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I would never hurt you, never.”

Nuzzling against his chest and wrapping her arms around him, patting his back

“Hey, hey now, none of that you dumb tree, I know you have gaps in your memory, did you remember why do you don’t like that name?”

“Hate, I don’t just dislike that name, I hate it…all I can hear is someone called Vincent and they make me curl up and die, I have no face only a voice, if I ever heard it…I would know…”

Flug was quiet, taking in just how small she was against him, reminding him how small most were against him like this, his talons formed, slowly stroking her hair, playing with the fuchsia overlay, down to her neck where it faded to lime green, such an interesting choice of colours to wear in ones hair.

“You already know I just appeared back into existence, as if the world itself birthed me, I was somewhere forgotten…and seeing Black Hat today, I think…no it is a stupid notion to think he could see me as anything.”

He kissed the top of her head, thankful that she had not let go, Demencia was the one being who never seemed to be afraid of him, who he knew he could trust and rely on in these moments where memories were trying to break through the surface and suffocated when they could not make it.

“I am a Legion demon, no more than a trinket in the end, I am a nothing in his world and I am okay with that, I have a nice peaceful life and a coffee shop just like I always wanted…”

He sat with her on the counter, as she sat on one of his thighs

“This is just a hug, you don’t need more right?”

Demmy enquired, slightly hopeful because who didn’t want to climb him, honestly, he was an idiot for not seeing he didn’t need to be some grand demon to be wonderful.

“Yes, just a hug…I wish I could say I grew up in a loving home with Christmases like in the movies, that I could tell you my life’s story, talk about a time I scraped my knee when I was small and had a mother who put cute cat plasters on me just because I like cats.”

She listened and let him stroke her hair, it’d always calmed him to pet soft things, so perhaps she might use shampoos that were just a little pricier than she’d usually buy simply to make sure her hair was soft for these broken moments no one else saw.

Even though he was not sobbing, made no notion he was crying, the damp warmth on her shoulder told her otherwise.

“I want to tell you the times my Father took me for ice cream, my first kiss with the person I fell in love with, something…anything, but there’s nothing there.”

She listened attentively until he had nothing left to say, carefully taking his hand from her scalp; Demencia held his face and looked at him

“Damn Sillyus, they really did send you back with nothing more than a leaflet.”

“I suppose, but I have so much to thank you for, when you found me on that street, I only remembered enough to get by, to survive, but you helped me to settle into this time and be a part of the modern world.”

Acylius kissed her forehead before pressing his to hers, eyes closed as he whispered

“I’m so tired of being lost, of being unsure of what I am, who I am, I just want to bake, make coffee and kill people in my basement, I think fortune smiled on me for a moment when you found me, I think I might just give you the world if you asked.”

“Awww come on dude, sounds like a love confession here, I have bills to pay off and knew there was a darker side in me, you’re the Sweeny to my Lovett.”

She teased fondly, lightly smacking the back of his head, smiling as he managed a laugh

“I guess I could agree platonically with that.”

“But honestly Slender Man, babe if you wanted to plant your tentacles and leave your seed in me I wouldn’t say no.”

Acylius rolled his eyes and shook his head, using a tea towel to wipe his face

“Honestly woman you are bloody hopeless.”

“Yeah but you love me all the more for it.”

She grinned punching him playfully on the shoulder

“Perhaps I do, but I am not as hot as you like to say I am, I hide my face, I hate when people look at my scars and pity me.”

Demmy raised a brow and climbed off of his leg, flicking his forehead

“I know you like to hide your face behind glamour and tricks but you’re beautiful even if you don’t see it dumbass, I’m starting to wonder what the fuck happened outside that had you coming back in as if someone stole your last apple crown and there’ll never be another one again on the face of the planet.”

She put the kettle on and took out the upside down pineapple cake; this was definitely a cake and tea situation

“First of all, do not say such blasphemous things, life would not be worth living without apple crowns, second of all…I think, I know I said there’s nothing there but I think I might have had a memory about my childhood involving Cruentus.”

Demencia nearly dropped the mug she was holding, setting it down she turned to face him

“Holy fucking shit, you mean thee fucking Cruentus, Hellhound butler, Hell Knight, works for the brooding clearly wants you to nail his ass Black Hat, that Cruentus…ahh I hear he has eyes like the fucking sun.”

Acylius gave her a deadpan look, hands on hips as he stood, looming over her, trying to look seriously only for it to falter

“You Demmy are just horny on main.”

“So what if I am? Gonna call me a slut like my last partner?”

She swatted away his playfully prodding hand.

“No, I never understood why it’s perfectly fine for men to have as many partners as they wish but seen as something terrible when a woman just wants to enjoy her life the same way, society is mad…also no more jokes on Black Hat you wicked beastie.”

Demencia would be lying if she didn’t admit his ability to shift from one mood to the other sometimes made her head spin, but it was clear he’d needed that moment to talk, shrugging she turned back to the kettle

“Alright, alright I’ll behave at least for now, I mean it’s clear the big bad doesn’t want you, how could he possibly want you…even though anyone with eyes could see he kept checking you out and every single coffee you brought him in hopes your stupid number was on it somewhere.”

Demencia couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at his sounds of huffing and frustration and heard him sit at the table, she did know there was stories, legends really by this point of Cruentus having a son, but you literally had to pour through footnotes and any books that might have had more information had been removed from shelves and privatized under the order of Black Hat himself.

End of segment one

(I'll try and type up segment two tomorrow)

#Paperhat #Platonic paperlizard #Mild cannibalism #villainous #Villainous au #Blood #Gore #Coffee shop #Present day

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venusxxlangdon · 5 years

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Okok so,,, little TMI I guess!! But I tried anal for the first time last night (hopefully itll get better LMAOO) but like ever since going through your entire blog (bc it's literally a blessing!!!), I cant stop thinking about Duncan x reader x Michael. I feel like there would be fights from sharing, so how would they introduce the idea of anal? Honestly the thirst is hella real right now, and anything you write would kick my sore ass 💖💖

Okkk they aren’t really competing, but they are definitely determined to get that ass

“Can you imagine?” Michael’s low, husky voice was pouring through the room like an enigmatic melody. “Their stock shares opened even lower on Friday before falling again by market close. I’ve been telling Duncan all day that we gotta buy these fuckers now until they lose another $6 billions…”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the excitement Michael was telling you about his and Duncan’s business with. L&Sh Int. had gone public only a month ago, but already managed to beat one of its biggest rivals. You were genuinely happy to witness your two favorite men working together, achieving their goals, and then spoiling the hell out of you with expensive trips, designer clothes, a Master’s program at Stanford, etc. You had everything, including their eternal love and devotion, presented to you on a silver platter.

Adjusting the straps of your silk nightgown, you made your way out of the bathroom to the bedroom where Michael was waiting for you sprawled out on a large king-sized bed with a book in his hands. He was wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue pajama pants, his sculptured chest was almost glowing in the faint light of the lamp on the nightstand. His face lit up when he saw you in the door frame. He put the book aside and beckoned you with his fingers.

“I’m so proud of you,” you smiled and stretched your arms out while walking up at him. Michael reached for your hands, helping you to get onto the bed, smirking when you rested your small palms on his chest. “But enough of this business talk,” you drawled, tasting every word on the tip of your tongue and sliding your hands down to his stomach, caressing the exposed skin.

“What kind of talk would you find more appealing, princess?” He asked amusingly, arching his brow, fingers dancing along your cheeks, barely touching. You shifted closer and wrapped your arms around his neck, nearly crawling on top of him, and rested your head on his shoulder. Michael’s hands instinctively cupped your ass, pressing you down on his growing erection. His long hair felt like silk when you absentmindedly wrapped one of his curls around your finger.

“Mmmm…dirty,” you chucked and wiggled your butt, teasingly pressing it against his prominent bulge. “Where’s Duncan?”

Michael rubbed the tip of his nose against your temple and then planted a soft kiss on it.

“Finishing work,” he whispered, his left hand drawing loose patterns only he knew the secret meaning of on your bare thigh. You lifted your head up to look in his soft blue eyes. Two topazes were looking at you with such admiration that your heart fluttered like the most delicate hummingbird at the thought that such a beautiful man was yours. Michael’s thumb slid across your bottom lip.

The kiss was slow and sensual, taking your breath away; the fire between you two grew exponentially, starting off as a spark and then enveloping you completely.

When Michael tilted your head to the side, and his hot tongue slipped into your mouth, a quiet cough made you nearly jump in his lap.

“Am I interrupting something?” with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes you turned your head at the intruder and met a heavy gaze of Duncan’s stare.

“Daddyyyyy,” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip and “accidentally” brushing your crotch against Michael’s clothed cock. Only two thin layers of your nightgown and his pants separated you from his aroused cock with a bright, glistening head you always enjoyed sucking on as if it was the most delicious lollipop in the world. You could feel his shaft becoming harder with each sway of your hips. “We’ve been just, ah…” a husky moan escaped your throat when Michael bit your neck, his tongue immediately licking the bruised spot, “…talking about you.”

Duncan approached the bed with long strides. He was dressed in his usual linen pants and a white shirt he wore around the house. You smiled when his arms embraced your figure, drawing you out from Michael’s protective grip. He placed his chin on your shoulder, and you nuzzled into his hair, inhaling his scent. Duncan smelled like liquor and Tobacco Vanille. He smelled like home.

Langdon let go of you rather reluctantly, making sure that you were still straddling his thighs. You tsked at him and shook your head when his fingers playfully slipped under the sheer fabric and brushed against your throbbing core. His eyes widened when he realized that you weren’t wearing panties. What a tease.

Duncan’s lips peppered your neck and collarbones with kisses. His scruff created a delicious contrast with the featherlight touch of his caress. In the arms of Duncan and Michael, you were safe and in peace. Everything you could ever dream of was found in their embrace.

“Michael, have you told kitty about our idea?” Duncan murmured against your skin, and you shivered when his fingers started folding your nightgown up. Michael’s eyes were watching him hungrily, in anticipation of the view of your pussy.

“Not yet, I was waiting for you,” he answered, running the tip of his tongue along his lower lip.

Duncan hummed approvingly. He caught the spaghetti strap between his teeth and pulled it off your left shoulder.

“What are you guys talking about?” You wandered, throwing your head back on Duncan’s chest and closing your eyes at the goosebumps that were lining up your skin.

Michael rolled your hips against him, electing a moan from you. He watched you slowly starting rocking your pelvis back and forth, you arousal pulling between your parted things, staining his pants.

“We’d like to try something new,” Duncan mused, his fingers sneaking between your thighs. You inhaled heavily and ground your hips down to meet his touch. Lust clouded your mind, and you knew that these two gorgeous men could ask for anything in this world. You would happily do it for them.

“Something you would definitely like,” Michael added, pinching the soft flesh of your ass between his index and middle fingers. He threw his full, plush lips on your pink nipple, poking throws the lace of your nightgown which Duncan had partly slipped off your shoulder a moment ago.

“Daddies, please, what do you want?” You demanded the answer, not being able to stand the teasing.

Duncan chuckled at your attitude. His impatient girl. Their bratty kitty. If he hadn’t been so excited for their idea, he would have already bent you across his knee and spanked the ignorance out of you. His expert fingers stroke your puffy folds and spread them out to expose your bundle of nerves that was always eager for his attention.

“Your virgin ass,” he whispered, circling your clit.

Your eyes fluttered wide open. What did he just say?

“What?” a loud gasp rolled off your lips.

Michael squeezed your butt tighter as if he wanted to emphasize the persistence of their intentions.

“Shhhh,” he cooed. “Don’t worry, we will take care of you.”

Duncan nodded, his soft brown curls tickling your neck.

“Yeah, we will, angel,” he penetrated his middle finger into your throbbing core, making you arch your back like a cat. “Daddies will stretch your tight little hole out really well, and then fill you up deep and hard,” he tugged a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Gonna make you feel so, so good,” Michael’s voice was dripping with seduction. “Dunc will start slow, and then we will switch and I’ll pound that pretty hole of yours just like Daddy likes to do it with your pussy, okay baby?”

How could you resist?

This is really short so I’m tagging a few binches: @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @icylangdon @ccodyfern @divinelangdon @1-800-bitchcraft @sammythankyou @sojournmichael @isoldedax

#ask #antichristdaddy

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likingletsplays · 5 years

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The Nightmares (1/?)

Authors note: TW: Blood TW: Gore TW: Death

The fire was so hot, and the glass was shattered all around them. The smell of blood and smoke was full in his nose. The screams of the wounded and dying was the only thing that could be heard. He pulled and pushed uselessly at the metal seats that had him pinned to the floor on his side.

“It’ll be ok mom.” He coughed out reaching for her but a few feet short of actually being able to touch her. She groaned turning her head to face him. Her green tear filled eyes focused on him and she gave him a week smile. Metal rods from the handle bars of the bus were sticking out at odd angels from her stomach and chest. Shards of glass were embedded in her face and neck. He guessed he couldn’t look much better himself.

“I love you so much son.” She gasped out blood trickling from the corners of her mouth.

“Don’t say that like a good bye!” he yelled out struggling harder against the metal.

“Take care of your dad for me, your all he has left.” She replied and closed her eyes. She coughed bring up more blood into her mouth that spilled like a fountain from her lips.

“No! mom! HELP someone!” He yelled. He watched her gasp in her last breath; watched helplessly as her body wilted against the floor. Then a scream burst from him. He began pulling and pushing as hard as he could against the metal. He thought he was almost free when the bus shifted, causing more to cascade down onto him. As it settled he felt an instance pain in his lower legs. He yelled out again tears springing to his burning eyes.

Eric sat bolt upright in his bed, his scream dying to whimpers in his thought as soon as his eyes focused on the dimly lit room around him. He turned to look at Randal, blinking back the tears. Randal just turned over the other way. That was one of the many things that Eric was grateful for with his roommate. He always gave him his space and never asked questions unless Eric brought it up first.

With shaky and sweaty hands, Eric pulled on his prosthetics. He grabbed his embroidery squares and his needles. He slowly and shakily made his way down the dark and quiet hallway. He stopped next to the bathroom. He wanted to look at his face. but he also knew what other scars he would see on his face and didn’t feel like revisiting any other hard memories tonight. He turned and walked to the front room.

He stopped mid-stride, heading for the red plush chair by the fire, to the sight of Bing and King sitting on the long couch on either side of Chase. Chase looked like he was near death. His skin was a pail green, his blue eyes wavering in and out of focus, his fingers encircled a coffee cup that had long since been empty.

“Did we wake you?” Bing asked looking away from Chase to look at Eric with concern.

“I uh….no. Just can’t s-sleep t-tonight.” He answered his eyes flickering nervously between Bing and Chase.

“Well your usual place by the fire is open. And I can add a few logs to the fire to keep it nice and warm.” King said standing up.

“I don’t know if he w-will w-want me in here.” Eric said his voice barely above a whisper.

Chase looked up from his coffee cup, eyes watering slightly, “This is your house Eric. I have no right to tell you where you can and can’t be. I am so sorry for earlier today I was completely out of line and in the wrong. No one should be disrespected in their own home. I should have never done anything like that in the first place. I’m sorry I took my pain out on you.”

Eric took a few tentative steps forward. He briefly looked at King before turning his full attention onto Chase. “T-that w-would b-be nice, t-thank you King. A-and Chase, I’m used t-to it. You a-are not t-the first one w-who has used me a-as a-a verbal punching b-bag b-because of family issues or s-someone just feeling b-bad a-about t-themselves. A-and I can guarantee you w-won’t b-be t-the last. Being disabled, w-while having t-the a-advantages of b-better parking a-and a-almost never having t-to w-wait in line a-at a-an a-amusement park does have its disadvantages. People s-see me a-as a-a w-weaker person so t-they t-take t-their hurt a-and a-anger out on me.”

“Oh yes he will be the last person. At least under my roof,” Eric turned his head to see Dark and Anti standing a few feet behind him in the doorway, “Eric you are family here and I wont allow guests or people who have lived in this house for years to treat you that way.” Dark said then turned to face Anti, “Im going to bed, ill see you in the morning.” Dark disappeared out of sight. Eric forced his eyes away from Anti his skin tingling from the thought of his hands on him again.

“Would you like more coffee?” Anti asked as Eric slid into the red puffy chair.

“Yes please. Can I also have a peanutbutter and honey sandwich?” Chase asked.

“Of course, King, Bing Eric do any of you want anything?” Anti asked.

Eric jumped at the sound of his name from Anti’s mouth. He looked up from the string he was inspecting to add to the current square up to Anti, “Just some tea for me. Its too…early for coffee.” Anti nodded and both King and Bing wanted coffee. Eric watched Anti walk away and felt his face warm. He could feel how attracted he was to the man. He could feel the wanting to be in the same room as him. He wanted to just stare at the man for hours.

Eric forced himself to look down at the handkerchief down in his lap but his head soon snapped back up when he heard Anti re-enter the room. He held three cups of coffee in both hands with a sandwich balanced on top of the cups. He carefully handed them to the other men then walked back out of the room.

Eric bit his lip as he stared down again at the handkerchief. He needed to stay focused on it but couldn’t make his mind concentrate at the task. His mind kept wandering to earlier today when Anti had held him close. it felt like his skin was tingling from everywhere he could remember anti touching him.

“Here you go.” Anti said a few minutes later holding out a steaming cup to Eric.

“Thank you.” Eric said in a shaking voice taking the cup.

“Can I join you?” Anti asked motioning to the blue chair that was across form Eric.

“S-sure.” Eric said. His face felt like it was on fire when Anti smiled at him and slid down into the other armchair. He pulled the black backpack off his shoulders and began to pull out a long metal bar and a ball of yarn. After a few minutes of staring at the man Eric forced himself to look back at the string in his lap.

“Are you working on embroidery?” Anti asked. Eric looked back up his eyes meeting Anti’s.

“Yes. My mother t-taught me w-when I w-was young a-and it keeps my mind b-busy usually.” Eric answered holding up the res square in his hands. A brown tree was taking shape on the square along with a few cherry blossoms, “It’s for Yan.”

Anti nodded smiling, “I don’t have the patience to do something so intricate. I mostly crochet blankets, scarves, mittens anything that I really want to put my mind to.”

Eric smiled back, “Maybe you could t-teach me one t-time.”

“Id be my pleasure.” Anti answered back. He looked back down a small smile on his lips and began to crochet again. Eric continued to look at Anti for several more moments before he started to work on the embroidery.

“Can I ask you something?” Anti asked after almost an hour of silence.

“W-what do you w-want t-to know?” Eric asked sitting back in the chair.

“Why were you screaming?” Anti whispered his eyes locked on the ground his jaw tight.

Eric felt his face warm, “You heard t-that?” he croaked out. He began to pull Yan’s handkerchief between his fingers.

“Your room is right next to mine.” Anti answered quietly.

“Just a-a nightmare.” Eric whispered feeling slightly uncomfortable.

“Do you have them often?” Anti asked looking up from the floor to meet Eric’s eyes.

Eric nodded mutely before dropping his eyes to the floor in shame and mumbled, “A-all t-the t-time.”

“Well if you want help with them…I can help you.” Anti said and then explained, “Every ego has their own special gift. I am able to manipulate the human brain when someone is sleeping. I can stop or, if I wanted to, I could create nightmares. If you want…I can help you escape the nightmares and teach you to control your dreams. I’ve been working on it with Schneeplestein recently and I taught Jameson almost a year ago how to stop them.”

Eric nodded. He bit his lip before answering, “Yes i’d like the help.” He knew he was answering for selfish reasons. He wanted to spend more time with Anti and this was a perfect reason to. He also knew that Anti most likely wouldn’t be able to actually help him. He had gone to countless therapists to try to help with the reoccurring nightmares of funerals, deaths and abuse that he had experienced through his life and they hadn’t been able to help. But then again he gets to spend time with Anti so even if he would be sitting out in the front room after anti trying to help he would get to spend more time with him.

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Electric [Ignis x Female Reader]

Rating: M Word count: 7,193 [I’m a thirsty binch okay] They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but they never mention what it does for the libido. A week separated from your lover makes the temperature rise in the kitchen.

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Electric

Movin' to the tempo, show me what it takes Speeding up my heartbeat, playing in the flames Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

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Ignis let out a heavy sigh as he finally pulled into the parking garage of the apartment complex. He'd spent the last week at the Citadel, poring over maps with Gladio and attending meetings with His Majesty. He'd spent more time looking at graphs, bills, and official decrees than the backs of his own eyelids. He was pretty sure that Ebony was the only thing holding him together at this point.

He leaned back, momentarily resting against the seat as he shut off the engine. It was all finally done - for the moment at least. And it was this brief reprieve that he'd been looking forward to so much. He'd missed his bed; even though the Citadel offered many luxuries, there was nothing quite like the personal space of his home.

Rounding the car to the trunk, Ignis retrieved his satchel and dufflebag, and then made a beeline to the elevator. He closed his tired eyes as the lift carried him to his floor, and then once off he trudged down the far left end of the hall and to the only door. But then his hand paused, he could've sworn he'd heard something, some whirring grind. Cautious now, he quietly turned the handle and slipped inside.

The smell was the first thing to hit him - it was citrus, orange perhaps, and sweet. More curious than alarmed, he straightened from his defensive stance and headed toward the kitchen.

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Well, this was just great. You were sure that Ignis was going to be home soon and you still hadn't finished the cake. And like the total NON-baker you were, you had a little mishap with the mixer - and you were nearly 100% positive that some of the frosting you had been working on was in your hair. Now you had to start over and clean up.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any more awkward, a gentle throat clearing snagged your attention. Your breath hitched as you froze, caught, and slowly, you turned around. Standing there in the entryway - bag slung over his shoulder and hair wind-blown - was the man you'd been looking forward to seeing all evening. You could feel yourself smile at the sight of him, your stomach twisting pleasantly as his lips twitched upward.

“Ignis!”

He dropped the bag there at the door and strode into the kitchen. His smile stretched as he stopped before you. “What a lovely surprise you make.”

You could feel your face grow hot at his words; somehow, he could always manage to pull that reaction from you. He enjoyed it, and you knew it. Your gaze slid up to meet his, your excitement at actually seeing him - at being able to touch him if you wanted - was becoming harder to contain. You smiled back at him. “It’s just that I know you've been working hard so… I wanted to make you dinner. You know, give you one less thing to have to take care of.”

A gentle chuckle reverberated through his chest, and his eyes scanned the countertops noting the mess of puree and sugars. His brow lifted. “And what's all this?” he teased.

“Well,” you began as you took a step closer to him, “after dinner usually comes dessert.”

“And what is the dessert for tonight?” he inquired as he tilted closer, inching away some of the distance, but still nowhere as close as you'd like him.

Your foot shuffled toward his. “Orange creme cake."

“Did the oranges put up a fight?”

The playful lilt of his voice made your chest warm in both adoration and embarrassment, and you felt the need to defend yourself. But then he lifted his hand to cup under your jaw, his thumb grazing the outer corner of your lips before it swept across your cheek.

Your voice came out softer than anticipated. “Look, if you want a perfectly seasoned and blackened talley filet I'm your girl. But baking?” You shook your head as you laughed at the botched attempt. “Not for me.”

“It smells delightful,” he reassured.

And you could feel it, right there at that exact moment, the shift in the air between you. The warmth of his hand seemed to flare out across your skin, and your gut tensed in anticipation. His gaze seemed to darken and you couldn't look away, but he broke eye contact first. His fingers sank into your hair as he brushed his thumb higher across your cheek, and then his touch was gone.

“But does it taste as sweet?” he wondered aloud before slipping his thumb between his lips, sucking the creme glaze from it.

Heat sprang forth just ahead of the confirmation that you didn't make it out of the fiasco clean. Your hand shot up to your cheek, wiping at the remnants with a chuckle. Ignis pulled his thumb free with a soft pop and then smiled - gentle and coy - but his eyes were shimmering with something far hungrier. This time, he swept in closer as he reached for you. His fingers carded through your hair, his body heat radiated across your skin, and by the gods if he didn't kiss you first then you were going to jump him.

“It's absolutely delicious,” he whispered as he leaned into you, but instead of connecting your lips together, the heat of his mouth descended upon your neck to suck more frosting from your skin. His arm slipped around your waist as you gasped. The slick glide of his tongue made your heart pound, but not quite like it did when you could feel him inhale deeply against you.

You let your your eyes fall close with a barely audible moan, your hand curling in the front of his shirt. His teeth scraped the sensitive juncture of your neck as he suckled your skin. It felt so good to be this close to him, to be wrapped in his arms. Your hand ghosted up around his shoulders to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. That familiar warmth tingled low in your spine, softly rippling out through your body.

Every inch of you was humming with the impatient hope for more, but then the plush of his lips dragged slowly up your neck. The softest feather press of his kisses scattered across your jaw and his warmth retreated from you. His hand remained at your hip, flexing against you as an appreciative noise sounded low in his throat.

Your gaze followed perfectly pink tongue as Ignis wet his lips, and then your eyes shot back up to his as he tugged you closer.

“Perhaps… we could have dessert first,” he suggested.

The barely contained desire rasped in his voice and it did torturously wonderful things to your insides. It was nearly difficult to breathe, but then his mouth was upon yours and it didn't matter if you could or not. His large hands cupped your face as his lips worked against yours, setting the rhythm as his tongue coaxed its way into your mouth.

His tongue was hot, velvet friction caressing your own, encouraging that spark to ignite. But it had been so long since the two of you had been intimate that your fuse was already pretty short. You wanted him. Now. You pushed his jacket off of broad shoulders and then blindly felt for the buttons of his shirt, and once discovered, you immediately set to work undoing them.

His hands slipped back into your hair as his tongue retreated, followed a moment later by his mouth. “Slowly now,” he playfully chided, “you should savor it a little.”

“Ignis-" The words died on your tongue as he slipped the glasses off of his face and set them aside. By the predatory heat of his stare you knew you weren't the only hungry one.

His gaze dropped and then his lips pressed back to yours, meshing them together again and again. When you felt him nudge you backward, you followed, but the cabinet quickly halted your progression. However, it seemed it was exactly where Ignis wanted to go. He braced his hands on the counter, trapping you between them.

You tugged his shirt free from the waistband of his pants and fumbled with the final button. With his dress shirt fully open, you set your hands to his stomach, humming softly as your touch skimmed up his torso. Your palms swept up his pectorals and over his shoulders, pushing those pesky suspenders from his lean frame so you could rid him of his shirt. You could feel him move to aid you, but you were too caught up devouring the feel of his mouth. He felt so amazing, so hot, he left your head spinning.

You felt as much as you heard that deep moan resonate from within him before a strong thigh wedged itself between your legs. You gasped and clenched onto his bare arms, but he pressed forward, slipping his hands up your back. He pulled the tie free, loosening the apron from around your waist before continuing up until he met the neck strap.

You leaned after him as he broke the kiss, eager to remain connected to him. He chuckled at your enthusiasm as he pulled the strap over your head and let your apron join his shirt on the floor. You cracked open lust-heavy eyes, drinking in every inch of his exposed skin as your gaze climbed his sculpted stomach and chest. His muscles contracted oh so enticingly as he leaned down to you, his fingers skimming the skin along the edges of your skirt, tracing the outside of your knee.

The green of his eyes was electric, alluring, holding you captive as his touch continued to dance across your skin. Your fingers smoothed across his clean shaven jaw, your thumb brushing against his lower lip as you yearned to close the distance between you again.

Ignis’ hands swept higher, hitching your skirt up as he went. His touch raised gooseflesh and your hips undulated against his muscle-tight thigh, craving more of him. The gently callused pads of his fingers curled toward your inner thigh and your breath caught in your throat, but you could feel his, expelled against your lips as he continued to hover just out of reach.

He teased you with barely there passes of his lips, drawing you into the chase as he removed his thigh. You'd been so delirious on the promising fire of his kiss that you hadn't been aware he moved until his fingers traced the hem of your panties at the juncture of your leg. You gasped, feeling his touch so achingly close, but then his mouth was covering yours and his fingers pressed to your clothed sex.

A soft moan drifted from the meeting of your lips, your hands caressing down the firm planes of his back. Ignis’ fingers continued to rub teasing circles over your panties, glancing the swelling bundle of nerves every few passes. Between his dominant mouth and teasing touch your breathing increased - unable to do anything but accept the wondrous feelings he bestowed upon you.

Ignis could barely keep a rein on his blazing desire. He wanted nothing more than to turn you around, bend you over the counter, and drive into you until you were screaming his name. As appealing as that was, he also didn't want to rush his time with you. He didn't just want to be wedged in your heat, he wanted to burn with you - feel every tremble, taste every syllable of your name.

His mouth broke apart from yours; your breathy sigh sent a pleasant tingle down his spine, letting the feeling pool low in his gut. The feel of your hands gripping onto him as his lips traced along the column of your throat only spurred him on.

His breath rolled hot across your skin as his fingers continued to stoke the fire. Your head lolled back, allowing his roaming mouth more room. “Ignis…”

His fingers slid down, circling against the dampened spot of thin cotton. A chill swept through you as he hummed against your neck, his touch ghosting back to the waistband of your panties.

“Please,” you murmured, legs subconsciously widening. “Please…”

He smirked as he lifted his head, his fingertips finally sliding beneath the elastic band. “Mmm... only a brute would deny such a request.”

You gulped for breath as his fingers traced down your mound, skimmed the trimmed thatch of hair there. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, the anticipation of his touch too much to take, especially when he was watching you like that, eyes clouded with a deep longing. His lips mimicked yours, gently parting, as his finger dipped lower, passing over your clitoris to sweep between your folds.

Ignis drew his bottom lip into his mouth to contain his smile. “Look at how wet you are already.”

You managed to find your voice, as breathy as it was, as he teased your labia, spreading the proof of your desire. “I can't help it… it's what you do to me.”

“Well, then, shall we see what else I can claim responsibility for?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but instead a hushed moan was drawn from your lips as he pushed a single long finger into your slick heat. Ignis’ soft noise of approval echoed in your ears as he sank knuckle deep. His hand rocked against you, angling his finger - two, three times- before withdrawing.

You nearly whined at the loss of him. He could be such a tease! It really was unfair - even if you did enjoy it. But those thoughts were gone as he added a second finger with ease and slanted his mouth over yours. Your tongue caressed his as you tried to communicate how amazing he felt as he teased you with deep, languid strokes.

Ignis moaned against your lips, the soft slick sound of your body taking his fingers got him so hard. But he was a patient and giving man, and he knew that withholding just a bit longer would make it all worth it. Your soft mewls echoed against his mouth and he savored each one, curling his fingers just so to earn another and another. And then he pulled his fingers free, setting them along the side of your clit.

Just when you could feel yourself spiraling into the sensation, Ignis moved his fingers, changing his tactic. So when he started to circle your sensitive nub, it caught you off guard and you cried out against him before wrenching your lips away. Your head hung forward, breaths falling ragged as you clenched his arm, feeling his tendons and muscles work as he pleasured you relentlessly.

Your knees started to tremble, and for a moment you couldn't breathe as the bliss became almost too much to bear. And then suddenly his fingers were slipping back inside you and you whined - you had been so close.

His other hand caught your chin, his hum dancing along your jaw. “That's what I like to hear.” The heel of his hand pressed to your clit as he rocked his fingers, dragging them slowly against your feminine walls, tapping against that wondrous spot within you with every hook of his in-stroke.

You lifted your eyes to meet his and nearly shuddered at the intensity of them. He was watching you so intently, his gaze flickering to your tongue as you wet your lips. And while composed, the shallow breaths and flush dusting his cheeks and chest said otherwise. He looked nearly… primal… ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. And Six did you want him to devour you.

His voice came out gravelly and low. “Take off your shirt.”

Like he had to tell you twice. You eagerly tore your tank top over your head, letting it join the growing pile of clothes. No sooner than it was gone, did his lips descend upon you. The heat of his mouth blazed along your collarbone, cut a path down a breast before biting your supple flesh through the cup of your bra. You arched against him and he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around you, keeping you close as he dragged his tongue across your chest sinfully slow. He one-handedly unhooked your bra and eagerly shoved it off your body.

Slick fingers trailed back to your clit as his mouth closed around a pert nipple. You curled your fingers into his hair, holding him to your chest as he sucked the sensitive bud between his teeth. Your head fell back, lost to the buzzing warmth that spread out from your core through every fiber of your being.

Ignis flicked his tongue over the pebbled peak, sucking it hard before releasing you with a sharp pop. He grinned as a mewl parted your lips, as you greedily sucked in fresh breath between whimpers of his name. The sound of your voice as you dissolved into pleasure - knowing it was his doing - was one of the things he enjoyed most. He could feel you shiver in his arms and he sighed against you as he took your other breast into his mouth to give it the same treatment just as he sank his fingers back inside your dripping hole.

A startled cry rose from your mouth as his fingers plunged inside. The wet slap of his hand against you would've been embarrassing if you weren't on the edge of such mind-blowing euphoria. But right now you didn't care - couldn't bring yourself to. He could ask you to do the most debaucherous act he could think of and you'd agree in a heartbeat so long as he didn't stop. And he seemed to know this.

His tongue swirled lazily around your nipple as he pulled back to look at you. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

“Ignis… please…” don’t do this to me.

“I'm just looking for affirmation, love,” he purred. “Do you want to come?” he asked again, stressing the enunciation of each word.

“Mmm… yes,” you moaned, feeling light as his fingers prodded that swollen tissue within you.

Gods, you looked so beautiful right now, but Ignis was determined to fully unravel you. “How badly do you want it? Tell me.”

You couldn't believe he was doing this, now of all times, and you whined his name. “Ignis!”

His digits trailed back up. “Tell me-" one of his fingers gently pulled back the hood of skin over your clit as the other slowly dragged across it “-and I'll give it to you.”

It was far too sensitive, and you twitched with every pass of his touch, your grip tightening around his arms. “Oh~ shit! Hah… I-!”

But Ignis didn't give you so much as an inch, his fingers remained steady, teasing. “You?”

You lifted your head to look at him; his smug, expectant expression was unfairly sexy. “I… please Ignis…”

He smiled as he watched you squirm, your cheeks and eyes heated as tremors worked through your body. “As cute as it is, now’s not the time for you to play shy. I can do this all night, you know, keeping you right there but never allowing you to fall over, until you're a mess and begging me to let you… I'd much rather hear you just ask for it right now.”

His finger circled faster, just for a moment, long enough to make your breath catch and your knees wobble. As his touch slowed again, you found yourself panting against him and your words came tumbling out. “I… I wore this skirt today just so you'd have easy access. I've been thinking about this moment all day and-" You drew in a sharp breath as he rewarded your admission, your eyes falling close before forcing them open again.

“And?” he pressed, his voice falling like silk on your ears.

“Oh… Astrals… mmm - I…” You took in a deep breath. “And… and I want you to make me come so fucking hard I can't see straight. Please Iggy!”

He crashed your mouths together with a barely contained growl, his fingers slipping once again inside your pussy, only this time his thumb fell across your clit as well. You whimpered into his mouth as his tongue rolled possessively over yours, stealing the last of your inhibitions.

You felt so hot, and Ignis was rather proud of his handiwork as you coated his pistoning fingers. He groaned as you nipped at his lips, unable to keep pace with his demanding kiss. He threaded the fingers of his free hand into your hair, tightening in your locks, and traced a path with his tongue to the whorl of your ear.

His breath echoed hotly against you, raising gooseflesh on your arms that only seemed to intensify as he spoke. “Mmm, you’re soaked… I can only imagine what you’d feel like wrapped around my cock.”

You moaned, pitchy and desperate, as his sinful words sank into you, setting you ablaze. You trembled against him and it only seemed to encourage his hand and his mouth. His tongue lapped at your lips. “Don’t hold back, love, let me hear you.”

You gasped for breath as the ripples of pleasure turned into waves, growing in magnitude. “Ignis… oh Six! Don’t stop!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he husked against you, his teeth teasing just beyond your jaw, his voice rumbling against your ear. “Come for me _____”

You bit down on your bottom lip as you could feel the dam crack, the building pressure too much to take any longer. Your breathing spiked and you moaned as his hand tightened at your scalp, tilting your face close to his. His mouth hovered over yours, reveling in the uneven flow of your breath against his face. “That’s it baby,” he encouraged, “give it to me.”

You clutched onto him, eyes screwing shut as your mouth parted. The desire burning within you overflowed, spilling from your core and spreading through your limbs as you cried out his name. You were vaguely aware of your toes curling to the point of pain against the tile, but it was all you could do to stay upright as your orgasm bowled you over.

Ignis was absolutely taken as he watched you fall apart, your body bowing, going taut, before crumbling in tremors and moans that bordered on sobs. He slowed his hand, drawing out your climax and letting you ride the high as your impassioned cries dwindled to shuddering gasps.

Your face contorted into a pleasure grimace as you came down, feeling his fingers still moving within you. His voice husked against your heated skin. “Oh, darling, you sound absolutely divine coming for me.”

“Ignis -ah!”

He chuckled as he slowly withdrew from you. Lifting his hand, he separated his fingers, admiring the way they glistened. Incredibly pleased and aroused he turned his eyes to you, smirking as he touched the slick pad of his finger across your mouth. He dragged his finger across your bottom lip, humming as your tongue chased after it.

You loved watching the expression on his face whenever you did something unexpected that pleased him, that made his gaze burn hotter. You smirked, but then watched him slide a finger in its entirety into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked it clean, moaning in pure delight as if you were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. He certainly knew how to counter every move you made. And when he finished, he repeated it with the second.

Your pulse may have started to slow, but heat spiked inside you again as Ignis pulled his finger free. He licked his lips, cleaning every trace of you, and then swallowed before leaning in and taking your mouth with his.

You could taste yourself in his kiss, lost to the heat of his body as he pressed against you. You held him close, your hands raking down the muscled planes of his back as you regained some sense of control. Your fingers hooked in his pants and you pulled him closer, feeling the evidence of how turned on and ready for you he really was.

You fit your hand between your bodies, palming the bulge at the front of his pants. You rubbed him through his layers, enjoying it as he became the one whose breath hitched, whose fingers dug into your skin in hungry anticipation.

He broke the kiss, pressing his lips to your forehead as he moaned low, rolling his hips into your touch. You could be quite the devilish woman when you so wanted, and Ignis enjoyed every second of it. He loved that you could give just as good as you received. Your mouth brushed along his neck, lingering over his pulse point. He cupped the back of your head, breath shaking as you moved to undo his belt buckle, your tongue swiping across his Adam's apple. The metal clinked as you finally pulled it open, gaining access to the button that laid beneath.

As you slowly lowered the zipper, he tilted your head up to his and reclaimed your mouth, pouring every ounce of desire he felt into the kiss.

You let your hands tease along the loosened band of his pants until you felt him grip your thighs. You quickly broke the kiss, hands shooting down to circle his wrists and halting his movements. You weren't lying when you told him you'd been thinking about this all day. Breath elevated, Ignis looked at you with curious eyes.

You offered a soft smile and a vague explanation. “It's my turn.”

Removing his hands, he nodded and then tilted his head to watch as you eased both his pants and his boxer briefs from his hips. You leaned forward, placing a kiss to his chest. His scent invaded your nose as you slowly lowered yourself, trailing your lips over the dips of his muscle, your hands pushing his pants further down as you went. Your tongue flickered across his navel, and feeling him tense under your touch was empowering in its own way. You continued to pay tribute to his body, your mouth peppering kisses down his pelvis as your nails lightly scratched up the back of his thighs.

You dropped your head back to look up at him, a smile spreading on you face. Fire shimmered in the depths of his gaze, the desire to have you far more evident on his face than before you started. Yet he kept quiet, lips pressed together, eager to see what else you had up your sleeve - especially considering you were so close to where he craved attention.

You turned your face toward his tumescent length standing proudly between his legs, and kissed the side of it. You gently cupped your hand on the opposite side as you continued to kiss and suckle your way to the tip of him. As you reached the head, you turned your eyes up to him and held his gaze as you licked up the thick, pearly bead of precum.

“Mmm…” You made a show of closing your eyes and savoring the taste, much like he had teased you with earlier. “I've missed the way you feel in my mouth.” Your tongue swirled around him as you edged forward, teasing your senses as much as his, and then you closed your lips around him.

Ignis gasped as the heat of your mouth enveloped him, so warm and eager. He watched as more and more of his length disappeared past your lips, as your cheeks flushed with the effort. Every bob of your head made that electric hum deep in his gut grow and spread. It tingled through his limbs and made his fingers twitch, so he buried them in your hair to keep them occupied. His eyes closed under the pleasurable assault of your sinfully hot tongue sliding against him as you worked his cock.

Hearing his ragged breaths and feeling his fingers massage your scalp boosted your confidence. He was so hard, so heavy on your tongue, his flavor unique and intoxicating - and one you'd never get enough of. Sucking him off never failed to get you ridiculously turned on, but you knew what would really get him going, and you hummed around him as your hands lifted higher to grip his ass. A guttural sound left him as you urged his hips forward to meet your mouth

As he fell into the rhythm you set, you let your hands return down the backs of his thighs, curling around and traveling back up the inside of his legs. His inner thighs had always been sensitive, a fact that you used to your advantage whenever it presented itself. Your nails scraped against his skin, feather light, and then you reached up and cupped his sac, gently fondling him. His fingers tightened in your hair and you knew you almost had him. Almost. You just had to…

Your free hand curved around his leg, slowing the pace again as you relaxed your jaw and pushed yourself onto him. Your breath caught for a brief moment, but you pushed through the minor discomfort, purposefully grunting low as your nose brushed against dark blond coarse hair at the base of him.

“Aah… Astrals… ______!”

There it was. If you could have smiled, you would have. Instead you only moaned around him as you worked in shallow jerks, keeping most of his length within your mouth.

“So… wonderful… you're…mmm-” he panted fragmented praise, losing himself to your prowess.

If you wanted you could reduce him to a puddle before your feet, making him shout your name as he spilled down your throat, but that would be for another day. You ached for him, to have him buried deep inside you, making you feel heady and crazy - falling apart and yet complete - all at once.

It seemed he shared the same sentiment as he gently yet firmly tugged on your head, slowing your pace. “Careful there, kitten… don't make this end prematurely. I haven't even had the best of you yet.”

Your cheeks hollowed as you pulled back, twirling your tongue around the tip of him again, before releasing him with a soft, wet pop. You couldn't look away from his desirous stare as you wiped at your chin. “Get down here and have me then.”

His eagerness showed as he toed off each shoe and pulled his feet free from his slacks. You pushed them off to the side and he sank to his knees in front of you. You couldn't help but smile as he cupped your face and leaned in. Your lips met and moved together listlessly, enjoying every mesh and pass of tongue as his hands descended your body. His fingers pinched the zipper at the side of your skirt and lowered it without hesitation or fancy flourish. You felt the air move in around your thighs as your skirt pooled at your knees and then his fingers were hooking into the band of your panties. Breaking the kiss, he jerked them down, having waited for long enough these drawn out and exhausting days without you.

As you felt him prod at your legs for cooperation, you firmly pushed back on him, setting him on his butt. “Let me… take care of you,” you murmured before pulling back and meeting his gaze.

He opened his mouth, perhaps to protest, but quickly shut it and then nodded. You broke eye contact as you maneuvered out of the last remaining articles of clothing, and then climbed into his lap. You sank your fingers into his hair, tilting his head back to look up at you. “You take care of so much for so many other people, including me.” Your thumbs grazed across his cheeks. “My plans were to do everything for you tonight. So… allow me this.”

He wrapped his arms around you, sighing at the pleasant feeling of your soothing fingers brushing down his neck and your very real and comforting weight in his lap. Gods, he’d missed you. The corner of his lips quirked into a grin. “The reins are yours, my love.”

In nothing but skin, your legs straddling his, you kissed him briefly as you took him in your hand. You teased the head of him along your entrance, coating him in your essence, and eating up the soft gasp that tumbled from his lips. Finally aligned, you lifted your head, leaning close but not quite closing the distance. Your fingers curled in his hair as you sank onto him at a leisurely pace, feeling every inch of him slide inside you, stretching and satisfying the persistent urge to have him fill you.

Ignis groaned, his grip tightening around your waist. There was no feeling quite like the initial joining of your bodies, of feeling you accommodate him, accepting everything he had to give. He hissed as you rocked your hips, circling them, letting him slide and strike against different areas before easing the rest of the way into his lap with a soft mewl.

Your head slumped down to his shoulder; joined together you felt impossibly full and your breath stuttered across his skin. “Damn… Ignis…” Your lips trailed along his neck as you ground yourself against him, adjusting to his thick length. He was almost too much to take, and yet also not enough. You desired everything he was, everything he possessed, and embodied, and offered up to you.

You claimed his mouth as you began to subtly lift your hips. His hand smoothed up your back to curl around the back of your neck, holding you to him as if he needed you to breathe, swallowing every soft moan you pressed into his lips. You felt absolutely exquisite, so hot and soft wrapped around him. He slipped his other hand to the small of your back, encouraging your movements.

Steadily, you increased the pace, your breasts glancing his chest with every roll. You could feel the glide of him against your inner walls, that sweet friction that left you gasping and your hands clutching at his shoulders.

“_____ you feel amazing…” he uttered with a sigh, his fingers pressing more firmly against you.

You absently nodded and moaned your agreement, lost to the feeling of your union. That instinctual voice inside you called for more, craved to take him harder and faster, to spiral out of control. But you wanted to make it last, to slowly line up to the edge and fall in. Your hands curled around the back of his neck as you leant back, changing the angle and sensation, but keeping the same pace.

“Ignis- so good- inside me-" Your praise fell broken between the rise and fall of your body. He gripped your hips, pulling you against him, urging you to move faster - he was just as eager as that primal beast inside you. Every rock against him took you higher, made that flame burn brighter, hotter. Kissing him, you leaned forward, pushing him down onto the flat of his back.

Ignis moaned as you sat upright; he felt like he was so deep inside you, and as you started to move atop him he had to grip your hips to resist the urge to buck up and meet you. Slowly, you worked your body against him, feeling your pussy squeeze and draw him in with every rock. Ignis was in total awe, enamored by the pleasured expression set upon your face, the glow of your skin flushed with desire and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your whole body was on display to him in all of its glory - and damn, were you glorious. His hands ran along your thighs, feeling your muscles contract as you began to rise and fall in earnest.

His stare was so hot you could practically feel it burn your skin. You lifted your hips and slid back down his cock with a little more force, the stab of pleasure - white hot - made your breath catch in your throat. Your eyes turned up to focus on his face as you repeated the action, sliding along his length slow and hard, the smack of your bodies meeting lewd and tantalizing.

Ignis could feel you trembling with need around him, that you were holding back. But you felt so amazing, so hot and wet, your breasts bouncing enticingly with your movements that he resisted the instinct to take control. He moaned low and deep as his fingers dug into your skin. “That’s it, kitten.”

The husky quality of his voice nearly made you shiver, and your pace increased, your body starting to overpower your mind. His hands slid up to the firm roundness of your ass, but even without his encouragement you would’ve pressed down more feverishly against him. His head tilted back as you circled your hips, letting him reach deep inside you, hitting all the right spots and sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.

Your breath left you in quick pants and he lifted his head to watch you. You were beautiful, dripping with raw sexuality as you rode him, eyes closed and your head tossed back. His eyes drank in every inch of you, lingering on the place where your bodies came together. He breathed your name in awe, subtly rocking up to meet you, forcing himself even deeper.

The tight coiling feeling in your belly was becoming too much to take. Your thighs burned from the exertion, but it felt too good and you were too close to stop now. Reaching back, you found purchase above his knees as the pressure built inside you. It lifted you so high it was nearly agonizing. But you still weren’t quite there and you needed something more. Something desperately needed to give.

Ignis seemed to read you loud and clear. His right hand left your ass and smoothed across your body. His thumb fell over your clit as he pressed his hand to your lower abdomen. A shiver dripped down from your navel straight into your core, and your mouth fell open as his touch fell into your rhythm, rocking with you.

He clenched his jaw, but it did little to dampen his harsh pants. Bliss raced through his veins, sparked deep in his gut, wild and electric and threatening to arc out at any moment. And he refused to go without you.

Your heady moans turned into desperate cries as you slammed your hips down repeatedly. The added stimulation Ignis provided was exactly what your body had been craving. You could feel yourself winding up around him, tighter and tighter. All you could hear was your own blood rushing between your ears and Ignis’ pleading voice commanding that you- “Come for me.”

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe - all sense of time and space - it all blanked out for a split second that felt far, far longer. Then you snapped, a harsh breath splitting your lips as you cried out Ignis’ name. The coil of pressure sprang forth and your walls clamped around him as you were blinded by waves of pleasure.

Ignis held his breath as you went taut above him, your passage constricting around him as your hips continued to move, seemingly of their own accord. Feminine muscles squeezed and fluttered around him, massaging his rock hard cock until he had no option but to cave in. His arms wrapped around you with a growl and he crushed you to his chest as he erupted, spilling his seed in hot, thick spurts deep inside you. He moaned and gasped through the intense blaze of pleasure, and he came back down from the high first to find you still shaking in his arms. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, and you whimpered as he rolled his hips up gently against yours - letting you linger in and slowly descend from the state of euphoria he’d taken you to.

He ran his hands up and down your back, soothing across your sweat-slicked skin as your walls occasionally twitched around him. Your shuddering breaths fell hot across his neck and shoulder as you slowly came back to yourself. You pressed your lips to his shoulder, trailing sated kisses and sighs along his skin.

“Oh, Six,” you gasped, throat dry, “... I… I've missed you.”

He smiled as he gathered your hair lifting dampened strands from your neck and placing it all behind your head so he could get an unobstructed view of your face as you lifted your head. “You and I both, love.”

You chuckled as you leaned down and captured his lips. Your tongues met and lazily danced together, desires momentarily appeased. A chill followed Ignis’ touch down your back, your skin cooling. His hands curled around the back of your thighs and a shared groan passed between your lips as his softening length slid free.

Your face dropped to rest on his chest and you nuzzled against him before settling in to listen to his heart. He stroked your skin and hair, officially worn out. There was not enough Ebony in the world to bring him back from the brink of the most pleasant form of exhaustion.

But then his nose twitched as he became more mindful of where they were. “___, darling, do you smell that?”

You hummed in question, but then realization struck and you bolted upright, eyes wide. “The cake!”

You clambered to shaky feet, wobbling and giggling as you quickly made it to the oven and turned it off. You grabbed a mit and opened the door to be greeted by smoke and your worst fear. So much for a fluffy orange creme cake. It was far beyond a golden brown and you pouted as you set it atop the cooling rack. Embarrassed, you looked to Ignis. “I’m so sorry.”

By your side, he continued to smile. “The important bits were salvaged.” He dipped his finger into the glaze frosting and dabbed it on your neck. He chuckled as he leaned in and slowly licked it off, deliberately letting his mouth crawl up your neck. A soft mewl escaped you as you leaned into his touch. Then he offered what remained on his finger to you. You hummed at the sweet citrus flavor, curling your tongue teasingly along his digit. You met his gaze as you pulled your lips from him.

He cupped your face, smiling as he dipped in. “See? Delicious.”

You could only sigh in agreement as he slanted his mouth over yours again and hoisted you up. You smiled against his lips as your legs wrapped around him and he began carrying you toward the bedroom - the hunger for dinner abated after your indulgence in dessert.

“I seem to find myself at the mercy of my sweet tooth,” he teased as the kicked the bedroom door closed behind you. “Let’s see if we can satisfy the craving.”

#ignis scientia #ignis #ignis x reader #ignis x fem reader #reader insert #smut fic #don't mind me #just obsessing over another fictional character that has ruined me #you should've seen this coming #this is only my second reader insert fic ever #hope you like it #i'm so thirsty #i'd beg to be saved #but i'm too far gone #ignis hell is a very real place #i'm comfy here #deni writes

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trcnquils-archive · 6 years

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hihi everyone !! lily here with my favourite son , raffy !!! but like .. if you call him that he’ll definitely get booty tickled :/ anymeme , i’m just gonna warn you guys now that this intro’s gonna be pure garbage . like i know people joke but srsly ... anyways i have a stats page for raf here and a wc tag here but no bio bc i ... don’t have the emotional energy for that SO here’s the run down !

* raul esparza , forty five , cismale — hey , have you seen rafael romero anywhere ? i’m hearing beyond the sea by bobby darin so he must be around here somewhere . hm , maybe they’re at home in commercial drive or at work . they’re a high school teacher , y’know . people also call them the academic ‘cause they can be pretty reserved & stubborn . but others say they’re also benevolent & empathetic , so i guess it balances out .

okay not to be dramatic but .. raf had a pretty rough childhood idk why but ... all of my muses did .. maybe i’m projecting or maybe i like 2 suffer but uk.. its wtvr ig :/

background

death tw / cancer tw

— born in dawson creek , british columbia , raf’s family had to move to the small city of grande prairie when he was around eight years old . his dad was laid off from his job at the oil patch and they moved to alberta for the supposedly better jop opportunities but with only a high school diploma and his lack of ambition , there really wasn’t much there for him .

— with 5 kids in the family and an unemployed dad , raf always kinda knew the #struggle . and when he thought things couldn’t get any harder ! raf’s mom was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer his freshman year of high school , it kinda ran in her side of the family . then by the time sophomore year rolled around , raf was helping his dad plan her funeral .

— after that , things really started going downhill fast . his dad still couldn’t find a job and started pretty much flaking on them , disappearing multiple nights in a row , drinking heavily . raf’s dad was a good man , respectful , and care about his kids but just not enough . it came to a point when raf reached his eighteenth birthday that he just left them , with nothing more than a note apologizing , saying they’d do better without him .

— throughout high school and up until his college years you better believe that raf was on that work grind™ . his mom left him and his siblings the house plus a decent amount of money but he wanted to save that money for their schooling so he was working multiple jobs at a time , some full time , just to support himself and his siblings . raf missed so much school one year that he almost failed his junior year of high school . but grande prairie was a small place and all of his teachers pretty much knew what was going on so they cut him some slack .

— really , they pitied the kid . they tried really hard to help him in whatever way they could his senior year since they knew raf actually had potential . they got him to focus more on his education and work just that much harder and it all paid off ! because raf got a full-ride scholarship to the university of british columbia . things really started looking up after this .

— since he refused to leave his siblings behind , raf sold their house in grande prairie and used the money from that with the money their mom left them to move himself and his siblings to the tiniest , cheapest apartment he could find in vancouver . while still working , in ubc he completed his bachelor’s in english and afterwards he got accepted into their law school .

— after law school , raf flitted around the city between different jobs at smaller firms for a couple of years until landing a decent one at one of the city’s top corporate law firms . there , he worked his way up and up through the years , earning a name for himself in the city until he reached the title of senior partner . throughout this , he supported his siblings , helping put them through college , etc .

— it was some time around this point in his life that raf fell in love , got married , and had a kid of his own . but he was so focused on work , not wanting his family to go through the same financial struggles he did , that he completely forgot about spending time with his wife and son . this was the main reason his wife divorced him and moved out of their condo and this kinda .. what led raf to ~reinvent~ himself and have a reverse mid-life crisis jfdijfing

— so he dropped his HIGH-PAYING JOB AT A TOP NOTCH CORPORATE LAW FIRM smh ,,, and picked up a teaching job at his sons high school :/ can u say .. embarrasing .. but he a smort binch and worked smth out money wise so that they’re not broke .... like a savings ? im a dum binch so idk but like ... yeah ....

— so like right now , raf just wants to spend time with his son , inspire kids , help them the way his old teachers helped them in high school . even tho ... he kinda fucked emotionally , doesn’t think his feelings are valid ... #relatable #toxic masculinity ,, but like hes TRYING ok

connections

— coworkers !! pls ! maybe they get along , maybe raf hates them , maybe they hate raf , gimme all of it !

— friends ! casual or more the ride or die , “i won’t let you go through this alone” type , whatever works !!

— former students . again , maybe they hated each other , or maybe ! raf changed someone’s life , a gal can only dream right ...

— neighbours . if ur muse lives in commercial drive in a maybe nicer condo , cause y’know , he spoils his son , then ! maybe they cld be neighbours !!

— uhhh people who are friends w his son ? idk that’s kinda weird but he’s like 17/18 sooo uk , go off

— someone that knew him from his #lawyerdays would be cool too ! so if your muse is in tht typa scene .. they cld meet him now n be like ... wow u rlly downgraded :/

— idk being a dad is natural to him , he’s been a dad since he was like 15 so if ur muse needs guidance ... the light ... a father figure ... big brother .... let a heaux know cause i think raf lowkey thrives off of being needed ....

— anything else ! if you have any other ideas or maybe we shld just surprise ourselves and completely do it chem based , that’s cool too ! i’m literally down for anything !!

there’s a bunch of personality stuff on his stats page i don’t wanna make this any longer than it already is SO THATS IT IM DONE IM GOING TO STOP TYPING NOW BUT PLS !! give my sad boi some life

#van.intro #wow .. i call this a run down ?#i just .. love him sm :( im srry #« ☂ ⁞ ❛ you have dreams in life ? that’s lit ❜ › ooc »

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heartslogos · 6 years

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newfragile yellows [186]

They were right, the only one who wears a collared jacket to fall harvest is Dirthamen. It’s a pretty interesting jacket. It’s made of blue velvet and he’s wearing it over an orange t-shirt with a cartoon fox on it. He’s also wearing a scarf wrapped around his head with a very small space for his eyes visible.

“And this is my Uncle, Dirthamen, he’s the twin that doesn’t show his face very often,” Ellana says, pending down to kiss the side of the man’s face. Er. Scarf.

The man’s drops the peas he was shelling into a metal bowl and starts signing.

“I don’t think I’ve heard him talk outside of a courtroom in my entire life,” Ellana says.

“I don’t know that sign,” Bull says.

“Oh don’t worry about it, no one does,” Ellana shrugs, “He makes it up, mostly. Not even Uncle Falon’din understands half the time. What do you think, Grim? Uncle, this is Grim. He’s one of my middle boys. He’s a gentleman and a rogue.”

Dirthamen’s eye-slit in the scarf slowly moves down towards Bull’s leg, where Stitches has attached himself, and to where Stitches has also attached Grim to himself.

Stitches isn’t normally very shy, but sometimes his anxieties show their heads in strange places. So while Mahanon dragged the rest of the kids outside with Keiran to introduce them to the farm animals, Stitches is with Bull getting the introduction to the people. And Grim is also here because Stitches grabbed the closest sibling and wouldn’t let go. Grim’s doing very good about it and Bull is proud of him for helping his brother.

Grim raises his hands and says hi.

Dirthamen flashes a thumbs up and then offers the bowl of peas to the boy and Stitches with a vague nod.

Ellana ushers them along, except Grim stays behind and Stitches detaches from Bull’s leg. Stitches doesn’t look as nervous as he takes the metal bowl, and Bull figures that they’ll only be one room away. It’s fine.

Ellana’s hand slides into his as they walk into a fierce arguement between three women - and one bystander who’s sipping a very large, very full glass of wine.

The person drinking sees them and raises their glass at them just as one of the women at the table, sitting in front of many thin almost paper-thin squares of dough slams her hand on the table and snaps, “Listen bitch -“

The woman standing at the head of the table puts down the bowl she was mixing meat and vegetables together in looks up sharply, “Andruil, we do not say that word in this house.”

“For fuck’s sake, Sylaise, we’re all adults here.”

“Andruil. We do not use that word in this house, what do we say instead?”

The woman in front of the squares gives a very put upon sigh, rolls her eyes and repeats, sounding incredibly annoyed by the proceedings, “Listen, binch.”

“That’s better, binch,” Sylaise nods, “You may proceed in tearing our sister a new one, now.

“I don’t even know why your’e mad,” The final woman at the table says as she wets her fingers to dampen the edges of the square before rolling it around some meat and vegetables and putting it onto a tray at her side. “You didn’t want the case, you said it was a definite loss. You shouldn’t be mad at me for taking an interest. It’s not my fault that I’m better than you.”

“Aunties!” Ellana sings out over the beginnings of another argument, “And Uncle! Meet my not-yet-quite-sort-of-in-the-spirit-of-the-word-but-not-legally-binding-meaning-of-it husband! Bull, this is Aunt Sylaise - this is her farm -, and Aunt Andruil, and Aunt Ghilan’nain. And over there that’s Uncle Jun, he’s Aunt Sylaise’s husband.”

All of the people present give him very disturbing, very thorough once overs.

Bull waves, “Hi. I’m the husband.”

“The husband,” Everyone intones before exchanging looks and then turning back to Ellana.

“We’ve always needed someone good with computers,” Ghilan’nain says, “You’ve done well to bring in variety. I’m proud of you.”

“This only makes us stronger,” Andruil nods, contemplative as she puts a spoon full of meat and vegetables into one of the thin wrappers and starts folding it. “This expands our resources and our horizons. I approve.”

“I would climb him like a tree,” Sylaise says, “Also he’s already a father so you don’t have to do any biological hard labor, good job there. It would be very hard if you had to be pregnant and raise a baby on top of having Mahanon. He even comes prepackaged with children of his own. I love this. It’s in keeping with family tradition.”

“He also looks like he can hold things,” Jun says, “That’s a good thing to have. Hey - can I borrow you sometimes to move stuff? I’d ask my brothers but you’ve seen Dirthamen they have limbs like little sticks and honestly it doesn’t get much better than there. Also half of them are whiny babies.”

Bull figures that most people, compared to Jun, would have arms like twigs.

Jun isn’t especially tall but he cuts a very intimidating figure. Bull imagines he must look terrifying in a court room. Like he could bust his opponent’s head with his biceps.

“Don’t say yes to that,” Ellana says, “Jun didn’t clarify what stuff and sometimes means, I’m going to need you to write up a contract for that Jun, or at least define what you mean by those very vague terms.”

“That’s hurtful, niece, you think I would try and pull one over you and your husband?”

“You have pulled one over me before,” Ellana says, “I don’t think, I know. And I’m not risking it. Anyway, were’s everybody else? I want to get the introductions out of the way before everyone is together in one room that way it’s easier and also simpler to manipulate perceptions. Also, is Uncle Elgar’nan here yet? I have to consult with Morrigan about how we’re going to get him to blow his lid this year and it’s a very small time frame of holidays to work on that.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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megaraxdimitriou · 7 years

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1. Describe the character’s height and build. Is he heavyset, thin, short, rangy?

“I’m a big ol string bean, at 5′10. I’d like to say healthy because i exercise quite frequently but i pretty much stay the same weight i have for years due to my various love for food.” Meg is fit/slim, but she never turns down the opportunity to treat herself.

2. How old is he?

“I’m the big two-o.”

3. Describe his posture. Does he/she carry himself well or does he/she slouch?

“I’m not much of a sloucher. My mom would always smack my hands at the dinner table if i was slouching even though she let my father do it. So i’d say pretty well, mostly from habit.” That and her mother had Meg take ballet classes when she was little, so bad posture was always a big no-no.

4. How is his health? Is he fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities?

“I guess fit? Haha, is sleeping in til the afternoon an illness? Because if so, you got me.” No Meg is pretty healthy physically wise.

5. How does he move? Is he clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid?

Graceful, hah that’s a laugh. I don’t know? I walk like a regular human being, is this even a real thing?” Yes it is Meg, lol. Meg is pretty relaxed in most aspects, if anything she walks casual, although sometimes if in a good mood she has a charming strut she puts on.

6. How attractive is this character physically? How does he perceive himself in the mirror?

“Meh.” Wow, Meg my god. Meg has never been one for appearances; it wasn’t until recently that Daphne got her in things like doing her hair and makeup. Meg doesn’t really care for it, but most of the time shes confident in her own skin.

7. Describe his complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred?

“I’m not pale, but i’m not really dark either. I look i got a tan, but got out of the tanning booth halfway through. Like a golden-brown potato chip. I do get oily sometimes, it just mostly looks like i’ve been sweating though.” meg-girl. Meg is slightly tan, but in the winter her complexion lightens immensely

8. Describe his hair: color, texture, style.

“My hair is probably about upper-mid back. I usually don’t do anything with it, but it’s naturally wavy a bit. So most of the time its just down, or up in a pony tail.”

9. What color are his/her eyes?

“Hazel, but the green outshines the most. My mom always use to call them Σμαράγδια της θάλασσα, which translated means Emeralds of the sea.

10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features?

“I’d like to think my eyes, and i have a lil freckle above my lip that draws a bit of attention. Whether good or bad i’m not really sure which.”

11. What are his/her chief tension centers?

“I guess my shoulders.” Shoulders/Upper back.

12. What is the character’s wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he/she have six of the same suit?

“I don’t know, i don’t feel like what i wear falls under any certain type of fashion style. I just wear whit i like.” Meg can go from casual to classy as hell. It just depends how shes feeling and what shes dressing up for. Most of her clothes are either dark's or neutrals, but there is some pops of color in there.

Most of the time she is dressed up like this (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

13. Do his/her clothes fit well? Does he/she seem comfortable in them?

“If they didn’t fit, i wouldn’t be wearing them. Sometimes i like clothes that hug my body right, sometimes i like wearing loose things that fall and hang off my sides.”

14. Does he/she dress the same on the job as he/she does in his free time? If not, what are the differences?

“Sometimes, but mostly its still casual.”

15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando?

Laced solid colored underwear.

Speech

1. What does this character’s voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse?

“Haven’t really thought about that much?” I’d say somewhere in the middle ground. Her voice is feminine but has strength behind it.

2. How does he/she normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does he/she talk easily, or does he/she hesitate?

“Normal.” Meg never raises her voice unless around Hades or shes in an argument. Other than that, no. She never really is one to hesitate.

3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics?

“I guess i used too. I was raised in Greece, but my mom taught me English when i was very young. She said it was always handy to know more than one language. Most of the time people can’t tell i’m from another country until i start speaking my native language.”

4. What language/s does he/she speak, and with how much fluency?

“I can speak Greek fluently since its my native language, English as well. I know a few words and phrases of Albanian and Latin, since a lot of people in Greek used a variety of languages.”

5. Does he/she switch languages or dialects in certain situations?

“Sometimes. I speak my native language more in my head than anywhere else. Or when my mother calls.” Sometimes if Meg is flustered of angry, or it just slips from her mouth without her even realizing it.

6. Is he/she a good impromptu speaker, or does he/she have to think about his words?

“Never hesitate. Say whats on your mind.” Oh meg shaddup, you hesitate sometimes binch don’t give me that.

7. Is he/she eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change?

“I want to say eloquent, but honestly that sounds way more re-fined than i feel like i am?”

Mental and Emotional

1. How intelligent is this character? Is he/she book-smart or street-smart?

“Uh, both? I’d like to think i have both.” With Meg its a fair middle ground. Meg is intelligent but sometimes lacks in the motivation to do her work department. And she has plenty of street wit from Hades.

2. Does he/she think on his feet, or does he/she need time to deliberate?

“Feet. Definitely feet. Probably would’ve been as in many situatuions as i have if i put more thought into certain things...” Hahaha, *coughs* Herc *coughes loudEr* HaDES

3. Describe the character’s thought process. Is he/she more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical?

“Instinct, although sometimes more logical than if not.”

4. What kind of education has the character had?

Tbh, i’m not sure because Meg’s bio is still in the drafts and shes not listed on the dorm listings. But im pretty sure shes in University from what i remember.

5. What are his/her areas of expertise? What, if anything, is he/she interested in learning more about?

“Ah, you’d laugh. It’s kind of lame.” Meg has a love for mythology and anything to deal with that. She loves reading myths and legends. It brings out the childlike aspects in Meg.

6. Is he/she an introvert or an extrovert?

7. Describe the character’s temperament. Is he/she even-tempered or does he/she have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven?

“Introvert. I don’t care too much for people.” That and usually Hades got her busy/and or kept to himself a lot. It takes a certain person to make Meg and extrovert, aka Daphne/Tito.

8. How does he/she respond to new people or situations? Is he/she suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic?

“Depends on the situation or person.” Meg WILL fight for what she wants, so if on her bad side she could raise hell if she wants too. Although shes not the type of person to ask for help either. But when it comes to new people she’s suspicious in the sense she never fully can trust a person until she gets to know them better. But if she feels secure around someone she’s very laid-back.

9. Is he/she more likely to act, or to react?

“Act.”

10. Which is his/her default: fight or flight?

“Fight. Always fight.”

11. Describe the character’s sense of humor. Does he/she appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks?

“Gallows humor. I don’t care for vulgar jokes boys make. It makes me feel like i’m losing more of my brains cells from listening to something like that.”

12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does he/she deal with them?

“Not that i’m aware of no.” Meg doesn’t have depression, but she can feel quite lonely/or sad sometimes.

13. What moments in this character’s life have defined him/her as a person?

“I feel as if i’ve had too many of those moments.” When Megs dad died, or betraying Herc, working for Hades. There’s a lot lol.

14. What does he/she fear?

“Having my freedom taken away. Never standing up for what i want or believe in.” The irony.

15. What are his/her hopes or aspirations?

To be happy. Move on from the past and start something fresh and new.

16. What is something he/she doesn’t want anyone to find out about him/her?

She’s not as strong as puts on.

Relationships

1. Describe this character’s relationship with his/her parents.

“I’m very close to my mom. She had to raise me alone for the majority of my life and she worked so hard to have the things i could. I could never repay her for all she’s done for me. σ'αγαπώ μαμά (I love you mama).” Meg was a big daddys girl, but her father passed away when she was 7 from a motorcycle accident.

2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like?

“Nope.”

3. Are there other blood relatives to whom he/she is close? Are there ones he/she can’t stand?

“Not really.”

4. Are there other, unrelated people whom he/she considers part of his family? What are his/her relationships with them?

“Not at the moment.” She’d say Hades or Peyton and Patrick since she see’s them practically all the time. But it’s not a good relationship with Hades.

5. Who is/was the character’s best friend? How did they meet?

“Daphne. I love her.” I’m not sure how Meg met Daphne, but i’m blessed that she did.

6. Does he/she have other close friends?

“Tito for sure. He always makes me smile. I don’t know what it is. Berlioz too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”

7. Does he/she make friends easily, or does he/she have trouble getting along with people?

“I’m i feel it’s easy to get along with people, but sometimes people are annoying and it frustares me beyond belief.”

8. Which does he/she consider more important: family or friends?

“Family. Always Family.” Meg doesn’t have a wide variety of friends, so Family is most important to her. Especially since they’re people who feel like home to her.

9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has he/she been married more than once?

“Single? ha, married? I’m not sure that will ever happen.”

10. Is he/she currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse?

“Uh, no?”

11. Who was his/her first crush? Who is his/her latest?

“Uh, well there was this boy from my home town. I mean he was sweet and really naive, but i think thats what i liked most about him. Just the pure innocence about him, and i fucked it up. What a surprise. I hope he's doing okay. Recently? No-” Bish talking about Herc, and we all know who Meg is talking about recently bish i see you

12. What does he/she look for in a romantic partner?

“Someone i can hold real conversations with, someone i can laugh and be myself around.” Meg is simple she just wants someone is going to be there for her, even if she doesn’t necessarily need it.

13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does he/she relate to them? If no, does he/she want any?

“I don’t want to even phantom the thought of having kids right now. But maybe someday.”

14. Does he/she have any rivals or enemies?

Meg doesn’t want to answer this question because she doesn’t want Hades to over-hear lmao.

15. What is the character’s sexual orientation? Where does he/she fall on the Kinsey scale?

“I’d rather boys, but intelligent ones.” Probably 0 or 2.

16. How does he/she feel about sex? How important is it to him/her?

“I want it to be with someone i care about and vice versa. I’m not the type to sleep around, but i mean to the people who do it you do you boo; just not my thing.”

17. What are his/her turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits?

“I’d rather not talk about this, thanks.” Meg is quite a passionate person and she’s not going to give everything up so easily because she likes a fight. It would depend what mood she’s in, she’d love intimate or go farther into the rougher aspect of sex. Like hair pulling, lip biting, and all that good stuff.

Beliefs

1. Do you know your character’s astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does he/she fit type?

I feel either an aries or leo. But probably mostly aries because they’re lively, passionate, courageous. Their negative traits would include being impatient, stubborn, and impulsive which just all sounds like Meg perfectly tbh.

2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in his/her life?

“I really don’t have any specific view on it. My mother gave me the choice of choosing/doing whatever i wanted to with religion. Maybe i just haven’t figured it out yet.”

3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it?

“Don’t we all have a code of morals? We all know right between wrong, but sometimes we do it anyway. It depends, although it would take a lot for me to compromise it.” Like being forced to frame drugs on Hercules lol.

4. How does he/she regard beliefs that differ from his? Is he/she tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent?

“Tolerant. I like to hear the other side of things or someone’s opinion on the matter.”

5. What prejudices does he/she hold? Are they irrational or does he/she have a good reason for them?

Mostly with everyone not because of color or what they look like, but shes always felt skeptical towards people because unless you don’t know that person like the back of your hand you don’t know what they’re capable of. Just like Hades. So pretty much Hades ruined her when it comes to people in general.

Daily Life

1. What is the character’s financial situation? Is he/she rich, poor, comfortable, in debt?

Meg has been comfortable, but there are times when she was younger that her family was hurting for money.

2. What is his/her social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected him/her?

“Under the radar.”

3. Where does he/she live? House, apartment, trailer? Is his/her home his/her castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does he/she share it with others?

“I miss my home back in Greece. It was just beautiful, i miss it so much sometimes compared to the form i’m living in at Walt.”

4. Besides the basic necessities, what does he/she spend his/her money on?

“Probably movies, i love to indulge in fantasy.”

5. What does he/she do for a living? Is he/she good at it? Does he/she enjoy it, or would he/she rather be doing something else?

“Nothing really.” Do you mean work for Hades? Then yes, and she doesn’t hate it but she doesn’t love it either. She’s known Hades for so long now that he feels like a friend in a weird twisted way.

6. What are his/her interests or hobbies? How does he/she spend his/her free time?

Meg will never admit it, but dancing. More of a classical style. Definitely something like this. (x)

7. What are his/her eating habits? Does he/she skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods?

Meg doesn’t have big meals unless she’s going out to eat, so she snacks a lot.

Associations

Which of the following do you associate with the character, or which is his/her favorite:

1. Color? Purple 2. Smell? The Ocean 3. Time of day? Sunset 4. Season? Autumn 5. Book? Anything that has to do with Mythology, she has a guilty pleasure for the Percy Jackson series. 6. Music? Upbeat songs, once that are relaxing to listen to. She has a soft spot for ballads. 7. Place? By the crashing waves of crystal blue ocean, by herself with a good book. 8. Substance? Vodka/Wine 9. Plant? Iris 10. Animal? Humming bird

#watask #aboutmegx #whoo and another one bites the dust #off to take a nap

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Alt. Universe: Day 11, Angry

Meet The Kellers (challenge summary)

The aquarium employees manage to fish Irene out of the tank before the hammerhead can have her for lunch. By the time she’s able to dry off under the hand dryer in the bathroom, it’s time for us to have lunch ourselves.

Irene’s hair is so full of hairspray that it still looks amazing even after all of that.

Before Irene can take her seat, though, that crazy lady I got into an argument with at the flea market last week comes and takes Irene’s chair. She looks at me defiantly as if daring me to say something.

So I say something.

Me: If you don’t get your butt out of Irene’s chair this second you crazy #!@#@! binch, I’ll knock you into next Tuesday!!

She gets up. By this time, Irene has left the table and is sitting somewhere else. Herman, feeling bad about accidentally knocking Irene into a shark tank earlier, tries to make it up to her by sitting at her table, but she wants nothing to do with him.

Irene re-joins our table, but now Herman isn’t sure if he should come back because of how upset she is with him. I wave him over.

Me: I know we’ve all had a hard day, especially you Irene, but let’s just put that behind us, enjoy our meal, and start over. What do you say?

Herman gives Irene his most charming and apologetic smile, even though what happened wasn’t technically his fault.

The up side is that Irene no longer appears to be mad at my brother. The down side is that all that anger is now directed toward my date.

Me: That’s it! I give up. After lunch, Herman and I are going our own separate way! No more double date.

We all finish eating, and I make my way to the mezzanine with Herman...

...where we have our first kiss. Not wanting to run into my brother and Irene again, we skip some of the exhibits and head outside...

...where I see Newell. So odd that he turns up everywhere I go.

Herman and I relax on a bench and take in the beauty of Magnolia Promenade.

Me: I’m sorry I brought my brother along. I had no idea it would turn into such a fiasco.

Herman: That’s okay. Now you have a story to tell anyway.

Me: That’s for sure. I’m having such a good time with you now that it’s just us. I kind of don’t want this day to end.

Herman: It doesn’t have to. I have some wine at my apartment.

Me: Let’s go.

. . .

Next: Day 11, Herman’s Lair

Table of Contents, The Kellers

Challenge Rules, Alternate Universe Storyteller Challenge

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andixinha9th-blog · 5 years

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soulmates au: ‘’ I feel like I’ve seen you before ’’

pairing: andi (kim seungmin fc) x inha (hwang hyunjin fc)

genre: fluff, some angst to spice it all up (insert wiggling brows,, I’m just a binch for sadness what can I say.)

warnings: might be hella cheesy as well as a bit sad so,, oof, be prepared.

word count: 3,753

author’s note: ‘’ ever felt like you and your soulmate have met before and you can’t imagine where or when? ‘’ that might mean one thing, that you have met each other in your past lives and this one lead you to one another again. that feeling… when you come home. it’s not a place, it’s a person. it’s You.

· in some alternative universe, where strange things happen daily,

· lived two boys, who had no idea, what was About to happen.

· I mean, who could… two people, living their ordinary lives, trying to get through with their struggles, which seemed to have gotten harder as time went by.

· no one could even imagine that something might quickly change their routine, by linking two lives together so chaotically and of course, unexpectedly.

· Andi was someone who had deep passion for music and arts in general,

· he was a first year student in university, working at a part-time job, while managing some projects at school and literally wishing it was possible to Get more time because he never had enough for the things he wanted to do.

· not to mention rest.

· he rarely done that.

· which worried everyone around him, but himself.

· he had good, supportive friends around him and everything seemed well, because he always had a positive spin on life, but

· something always had been missing

· like a piece of himself, scattered somewhere around the world and he felt the need to search for it.

· but then again… never had the time to figure it all out.

· and then we have Inha, a guy who is also a first year in the same university,

· he got into a dancing program, which was the only thing he was proud of achieving in his life,

· because anything else he had done, never seemed enough for himself or anyone else,

· honestly, he was a sad person, not really open to others, made a few friends in first half of the semester, but rarely hang out with them.

· he felt so alone in this world which made him wonder at times, was he even born in the right time, or place,, or space even.

· and then things started to change.

· second semester started and Inha had to take the last and apparently highest level of English, but he didn’t make it into Mrs. Lee class, which was a bummer,

· because all the people he knew, so like, what,, three? went to that class.

· he had to reapply for the same class, asking another lecturer to take him in.

· which was a little hard for Inha,

· because he never liked approaching people,

· even the elderly ones.

· he was awkward but tried not to show that his anxiety was hitting his stomach like tiny needles poking it from inside.

· so he went to talk with Mr. Wang, who was a transfer teacher from another university,

· he kindly added Inha to the list and it felt like a rock had fell off his shoulders.

· and surprisingly Andi was in the same class.

· which was just pure faith, really.

· universe got tired looking at two young people, always lost, not knowing what they actually lack.

· I guess, It got tired just as much as those two souls, which were separated.

· till they had to meet again.

· and they did.

· ‘hey, watch where you’re going!’ annoyed voice growled.

· ‘uh,, sorry’ flustered brown eyed boy leaned down to help pick up all the stuff that fell from another one’s hands.

· Inha was stressed because his homework was due today but he still had to find a new part-time job.

· which he Just lost. because there was simply someone else who did his job better.

· and so he became a trash which was thrown out.

· ‘I’m really sorry, oh.. it’s you, Inha, right?’ cute boy handed all the stuff that he had gathered from the ground to the taller one standing in front.

· black haired boy emitted a sigh after he noticed it’s someone from his new class. ‘Oh. Andi, was it?’ he mumbled.

· and then their eyes clicked.

· for like a whole ass minute. literally.

· there was nothing either of them could do. neither move or talk.

· and they didn’t want to.

· they felt a hole in their chest filling up slowly, with warmth and love.

· they felt whole.

· the universe they cursed at every night questioning ‘why me’.

· finally gave them an answer.

· ‘wow’ both of them muttered under their breath.

· then they felt some strange feeling on their left wrist.

· like someone was gently carving something on their skin.

· and then they both dropped Inha’s stuff again.

· ‘oh my god I’m so sorry… again’ Andi groaned out going to pick up all the stuff again.

· but Inha was still staring at him.

· because he realized that something happened and he didn’t look like the only one feeling side effects of it.

· ‘wait’ he whispered and grabbed Andi’s wrist.

· younger one looked at him, brows furrowed. ‘ugh, what are you..’

· he was going to break out of Inha’s claw but he got even more confused when he saw a strange mark on his wrist.

· Inha lifted up his left hand revealing the same sign on his wrist.

· then he backed off of Andi, looking scared and confused.

· they both felt the same.

· but deep down they just wanted to know what’s going on.

· ‘what the fuck just happened?’ Andi stared at the mark, afraid to lift his eyes and face the male, standing in front.

· older one panicked and collected all his stuff.

· and ran off. like he always does.

· at least he tried.

· but some magical force threw him back to Andi.

· felt like some sort of magnet. such strong power not letting him move any further.

· ‘ugh.. I’m sorry, I panicked’ Inha looked down guiltily, finding his balance.

· ‘it’s fine, I mean, I was gonna do the same, but I couldn’t move when you started.. running’ Andi ran his fingers through his own hair, frustrated.

· ‘listen, Inha, I don’t know what the hell is happening, but I have no time to figure it out now because I’m on my way to my part-time job and.. I mean, I have to ask you to come with me, if you can?’

· he blurted out, finally facing Inha, who was as confused as ever, now thinking what to do.

· ‘uh, I guess we have no choice. but my laptop is out of battery and I need to do my homework, If you could..’

· ‘of course, I’ll lend you mine just.. stay by my side because I don’t want to be thrown to another part of the planet if you decide to run away again’ he chuckled.

· and then Inha’s heart literally felt shaking like in the middle of an earthquake.

· ‘I’m sorry, I’ll try not to move too much.’ he scratched his head, following the younger one.

· both of them tried not to show the confusion on their faces. but it was inevitable, really.

· walk towards the shop that Andi did part-time in, was painfully silent.

· both of them were drowning in their own hurricane of thoughts. I mean who wouldn’t…

· THAT just happened.

· they finally reached their destination.

· it was awkward at first but then it just felt natural. being beside each other.

· Andi was doing his work at the shop, while Inha was using borrowed laptop for his homework.

· Half of the time he tried to google. which was a desperate call for help in answering the mysterious thing that happened today.

· Andi, when not having any customers, searched on his phone, nervously peeking at his new classmate.

· both of them were busy on their own stuff, but tension lowered as they slowly started chatting.

· asking things about each other.

· getting to actually know each other.

· where they study, what they do after lectures are done. their pet names and favourite things to do in the morning.

· just all the little things that popped into their head. they didn’t hesitate to ask.

· stating it as ‘help for the research’

· even though it actually was something they felt like they knew all along, but only got that feeling when getting an answer.

· it felt like filling up their souls.

· they were hungry. for knowledge. and touch even.

· but it didn’t feel right just yet.

· because even though both of them had that feeling of knowing one another for a lifetime.

· in this one, they Just met.

· ‘so what are we going to do?’ asked Andi, knowing that this question had to be asked by someone eventually.

· ‘what Can we do?’ Inha lifted up his wrist, waving it at the brown eyed boy, smiling softly.

· that was when Andi felt the same feeling of an earthquake, shaking up his world.

· one smile.

· from one person.

· changed everything.

· and that’s when they realized that this is something more than just a prank or a dream that they should wake up from soon.

· it was something real, and something that was planned all along.

· like a destiny.

· or at least it’s a way of destiny showing up itself in both of their lives.

· because everyone can change destiny.

· since that weird force attracting them to one another was still there, they had to think of something.

· because life didn’t stop for anyone. so something had to be done.

· boys decided to stay at Inha’s place since he didn’t have a roommate at the moment.

· they went to gather Andi’s stuff after his shift had ended and drove back at Inha’s flat.

· ‘home sweet home!’ the taller one chuckled, opening the door, not being able to believe what’s happening still.

· both of them came inside and settled down. Andi got to sleep in an empty room which was ready for a flatmate that didn’t show up for a few weeks now.

· low-key felt like it was all planned.

· here we go, destiny again, peeking it’s nose inside their business.

· boys were tired so they just parted their ways for the night, going to sleep off this madness.

· though it wasn’t as easy as hoped.

· both of them ended up in the living room, searching for a movie to watch,

· because laying in bed was just painful

· thoughts kept attacking both of their buzzing heads,

· and level of anxiety was at highest

· so a distraction was the best option in this case.

· they eventually sank down to sleep, using each other’s shoulders as support.

· tomorrow came faster than expected.

· Inha, hearing some fuss happening in his kitchen, realized, that it was definitely Not a dream.

· and he didn’t decide yet, if it was a good thing or a bad one.

· but either way he had to get up and get on with it.

· while Andi was making breakfast, Inha got ready.

· it was weird but felt nice.

· not being alone. Inha thought to himself.

· ‘good morning!’ he inhaled and sat down viewing this aesthetically made food, as his jaw dropped. ‘damn, I forgot you were an artsy one’

· ‘hey, don’t you mock me!’ Andi playfully huffed but sat down as well. they ate breakfast, chatting like old friends, with this tiny feeling lingering, that they knew each other so well.

· they planned their day, filling up every gap to make it perfect. of course, not everything worked out, but they tried their best to cooperate.

· hopefully it wasn’t a ‘forever’ kinda thingy.

· It was around lunch time when Inha was running through the hall, trying to find in which corner Andi was hiding.

· and he finally did.

· the thingy on their hand was like a compos.

· it felt warmer and warmer, the closer they got.

· convenient.

· of course they couldn’t leave each other’s side, the biggest distance was like hundred meters or so. either way… they didn’t check on that yet.

· ‘I found something!’ those words sounded like something so joyful but sad at the same time.

· it felt weird.

· both boys scooted closer to each other, as Inha started to blabber quickly about everything that he had found.

· he gathered all the information about this tattoo. he even posted it online and some people responded.

· so here it was. mark of soulmates.

· people said that this has happened before to some of them. and it either disappeared after five days, or stayed.. if they developed feelings for one another.

· it got both of them flustered.

· but not knowing how to act they just… cheered.

· ‘yay! we’re going to be free in four days from now’ Andi giggled nervously as he looked away for a second. feeling sadness punching into his chest.

· as did Inha.

· it’s not like they knew each other that well.

· but one thing was obvious.

· in such a short time they grew fond of each other.

· and if it wasn’t a soulmate thing, then I don’t know what else was.

· but fear got a hold of them, and even the slightest thought of saying anything related to that, made their throats dry.

· ‘yeah’ Inha replied, half-smile flashing on his face as he stood up. ‘I’ll catch you later, I have a class.. well, nearby’ he winked and ran off.

· then he realized what he did, and smacked himself on the face. what a dork.

· Andi waved to the older one’s back, feeling his cheeks heat up.

· that was their biggest mistake. not telling each other what they actually felt.

· but it would have been weird.

· they just met.. right??

· all of this is weird.

· they both shoved up their heads with bunch of excuses and made themselves believe that they are waiting for Thursday to come.

· that would be the day when they’d be set free.

· or so they hoped.

· time passed quicker than expected. and both boys got so attached to each other.

· doing everything together.

· it finally felt like they had someone to depend on, filing that void inside their bodies, which was bugging them both for their whole lives.

· Andi even got Inha a part-time job at the same place he was working at, it was instantly easier to match up their schedules.

· after classes they went to a small hall in their uni, where Inha used to practice his dancing.

· and Andi played guitar while singing.

· they mesmerised each other with their talents, and there was no escaping that.

· they had movie nights,, every night.

· and always asked each other if they had eaten yet.

· if not, they would do it together.

· they went on walks, to relief stress of all the studying.

· Inha even helped Andi with this huge project that he’s been doing for the university.

· everything seemed to go as it’s supposed to.

· except that people had noticed that something was going on.

· their friends in particular.

· and they thought of inviting them both to a party, to finally find out what the hell is up.

· which was due on Thursday.

· they had no choice but to accept. and they kind of thought about this party as a farewell one. so it was a nice way of saying goodbye.

· sad.

· right?

· and it was.

· no one could imagine what was about to happen.

· so they went to that party.

· together.

· for one, there was no other option.

· and second, they really didn’t mind, especially that doing everything together by now felt like only natural thing to do.

· it was fun, all of their friends getting to know each other, playing games, drinking… a bit.

· later on, a lot.

· someone suggested to play ‘spin the bottle’

· and everyone was against it.

· till few random faces started agreeing, and then everyone was forced to join.

· well, here goes nothing.

· all of them sat in a circle.

· freshly emptied beer bottle was the main game tool.

· Inha and Andi didn’t feel so good about this.

· or maybe they were just too nervous.

· either way, there was no running away from it.

· as the night went on, everyone was cheering, and kissing the heck out of everyone.

· and then, bottle suddenly stopped pointing at Andi.

· he was supposed to kiss Inha’s friend.

· room went silent.

· some people tried to lessen the awkwardness by cheering a little and telling Andi to kiss the girl.

· Inha got so annoyed that he didn’t notice how his hands started forming into fists and shaking aggressively.

· or more like out of panic.

· he simply got up and left the room. which got some people saying some nasty comments.

· but he didn’t really care about those.

· they were jokes.

· so was he.

· he felt like one.

· like everyone was mocking him, all his life, up to this moment.

· and he just got angry about it.

· or maybe it wasn’t IT.

· it was Andi. and he felt it, deep down.

· it was hidden under all those meaningless excuses.

· and he wasn’t the only one feeling like this.

· brown eyed boy sat in a circle, staring at the bottle, not being able to lift his eyes up.

· he knew that Inha left. but he wasn’t able to see anyone’s reaction. especially his new roommate’s, which stormed out of the room just now.

· he thought that maybe Inha liked that girl, so he got nervous.

· maybe he got mad at Andi that he was about to kiss her.

· all in all, idea was taken.

· he got up as well, running out of the house.

· then suddenly he felt burning pain on his wrist.

· he felt hurt and sad. hole in his chest opening up again.

· tears started running down both of the boys’ cheeks as they hissed in pain.

· Inha was in a balcony, looking down the street, as he saw Andi going out of the house.

· the younger one finally broke down and screamed: ‘just let me fucking go!’

· and then it happened.

· as promised.

· the mark started fading away.

· and pain only got bigger.

· they had to endure it, till it was gone.

· the sign was gone as they empty eyed stared onto the skin of their wrists.

· and there was nothing.

· Andi was the one who ran off this time.

· and Inha was left alone to stare at his silhouette, fading away into the dark night.

· and there it was.

· destiny got broken by two very confused hearts.

· which longed each other’s touch.

· but wasn’t brave enough to tell how they actually feel about each other.

· and how they actually felt for a long time now.

· worth of countless lifetimes.

· but life goes on.

· and it did.

· there was nothing they could do.

· or they thought so.

· a week and a half flew by after what happened at that party.

· they went on doing their part-time jobs, trying to not run into each other.

· went on walks, but now, separately.

· they ate at different places, and either stopped watching movies at all,

· or just, watched them alone.

· but it got too depressing.

· both of the boys tried to change their perfectly matched schedule, so it would be easier,

· easier to forget.

· but how one is supposed to forget about each other’s soulmate.

· but what happened, already did.

· this phenomena was something out of this world, really.

· but there is no option like turning back the time.

· sadly.

· you just have to live with what you’ve done.

· to yourself.

· keeping yourself away from something… someone that matters more than your own life.

· going to university was one of the most cheerful things in Inha’s and Andi’s lives.

· but now, it changed.

· and even if it was awkward at first,

· meeting each other at the halls.

· one thing had to be done.

· ‘excuse me’ a poke on taller one’s shoulder was felt.

· Inha was trying to do his homework, before English started, as he flinched of an unexpected touch. ‘yes?’ he turned around, surprisingly to see his now ex soulmate.

· ‘could I take back my stuff from you? I thought I could live without it but, I really need it for my project..’ Andi nervously muttered, looking off slightly.

· he felt kind of guilty, running off like that.

· they really had a great time together and everything they did, felt So right.

· it wasn’t Inha’s fault that he liked that girl.

· IF he liked that girl… even.

· but Andi reacted badly.

· because deep down he felt like he belonged to him.

· even universe said so.

· but not everything goes as planned.

· even if it was meant to be.

· it doesn’t always happen.

· and so dark haired boy agreed, slightly nodding.

· they both met up after lectures and went to Inha’s place.

· it was even more awkward that the first time that happened.

· but they had to act like adults about it.

· as Andi gathered his stuff, Inha stood, leaning against the door.

· he watched Andi, and it made his heart shatter.

· it was so sad, that whatever was supposed to happen did not work.

· actually, Inha didn’t understand what happened.

· he knows why he stood up and left the room that day, but Andi..

· younger one was collecting the box, filled up with his stuff, into his arms, as he was about to leave.

· but Inha stretched his arm in a doorway and blocked the way ‘hey’ he silently whispered.

· ‘I know this is weird for me to ask but… what happened that night, why did you leave?’

· the hurt in his eyes was a see-through. and Andi saw it as well.

· it felt like staring into a mirror.

· reflection of himself and his own pain in someone else’s eyes.

· the box was heavy so Andi put it down on the ground, and his eyes followed up to face the boy, standing in front of him.

· it was kind of funny.

· how they couldn’t leave each other’s side because of the mark,

· but now,

· the only thing stopping him from leaving was Inha himself.

· ‘I…’ Andi parted his lips to say something, but words stuck inside his throat.

· like all those times when they wanted to tell how much they don’t want to part their ways.

· and why.

· Inha dig his own nails into the palm of his hand. the hesitation was real.

· but he broke through whatever was holding him down.

· he looked fear deep in its eyes.

· and he reached out his palm, to take Andi’s in his.

· both of them were surprised.

· their eyes filled with tears,

· that warm feeling was back.

· they felt unconditional love and attraction to one another.

· it was undeniable.

· and they didn’t want to deny it anymore.

· then it appeared again.

· marks on their wrists started to brighten.

· their gaze fell down to observe the tattoos of their souls, showing up again.

· as they finally looked at each other again.

· and words fell out of their mouths, as if they said them thousands times before.

· ‘I feel like I’ve seen you before.’

· I think I have loved you before.

· and I think, I will love you for thousand times more.

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