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mikwaa · 11 months

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Waking up Together

Featuring: Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe

Warnings: Sfw, a little suggestive.

Part 2

A/n: I had these headcanons written here so I decided to post them, hope you like it<3

You had fallen into a deep sleep with your boyfriend, Diluc, he had invited you to his house for dinner last night, and you ended up sleeping at his house. That's because you were very tired from doing so many commissions, and today would be your day off. The day had started with rain pouring outside, it had been a rainy night, and apparently so would the day. But you woke up as soon as you felt Diluc get out of bed, this time he would go about his daily business. "Are you going already?" You say weakly and sleepily. "Yes, I have some things to do." He stretches and looks at you with a smile, and gently rubs your face. "Can you stay?" You ask slyly, with pleading eyes, everything was so cozy that you just wanted to cuddle with him during that rainy morning. With a giggle he replies, "How can I say no?" In a matter of seconds he was back in bed, curled up in the sheets together with you.His business dealings could wait. "What more do you want? Cuddles, kisses?" He was saying such sweet things to you, you couldn't help it, the blush already visible on your cheeks. You snuggled into his chest, and he tightened his arms around you. He emanated so much warmth that you forgot it was cold that day. And as soon as he realized that you were comfortable and safe in his arms, he kissed your head and whispered, "Sleep and relax, I'll be here for you, baby." And with those lovely words you just closed your eyes and slept peacefully, just as Diluc fell asleep angelically by your side.

"You promised." Childe protests, the reason he wouldn't let you out of bed was precisely because you had promised to stay with him that day. "I can't with you, you can't stay away from me even for a moment?" You mumble, just kidding, he was always clingy like that, after all, your time together was short. "You're the one who promised, now you have to keep your promise." Now he increased the strength of his grip on you, making it impossible for you to move even an inch. "Okay, okay, I'll stay here with you." You say smiling and defeated, not as if you could compete with him. Snuggling into you, he kisses your neck, giving you a light hickey, and just feeling his warm breath on your neck gives you goosebumps. "You're going to stay with me today, aren't you?" He whispers softly to you, just to confirm. "I don't know, maybe." You even try to keep a serious tone, but all you wanted to do was tease him. Your promise was just to stay in bed with him a little longer, but you wouldn't deny staying the rest of the day fooling around with him. He always wanted a little time with you, whenever he could he would arrange even just five minutes to spend with you. And now that he had the opportunity to spend the day with you, he wouldn't miss it for anything. He teases you back by standing over you and pinning your arms above your head. "Tell me how you're going to get out of here now." "Ajax, you never play fair." You whine, it was a dirty trick to catch you off guard like that. He laughed in an arrogant way and then flashed that naughty smile of his, "You're the one playing dirty." Without giving you an answer, he kissed you, pressing his lips against yours in a thirsty way, immediately filling your mouth with his tongue. His free hand roamed your bare skin without any limitation, just caressing and hovering wherever he wanted. And from the way he was kissing you, apparently his plans to just cuddle with you in bed were gone, his plans were now much more ambitious.

It was still early that morning, but it was almost time for Kaeya to get ready for work. But still he wanted to stay in bed with you, just a little longer. "You'll be late, Jean won't like that one bit." You whisper to him, who frankly didn't care one bit. "Just this once." He whispers back, in the hoarse voice of a newly awakened person. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. "This is the third time this week alone." You mumble to him as you nestle into his chest. "I know, but what can I do if it feels so good?" His fingers lazily stroked your hair, and you couldn't help yourself, how could you refuse this habit he always gave you? Every time you woke up together it was the same story, you always ended up sleeping a little longer. Even though you also had your commitments, you never refused to be in bed with him. "If we stay here like this, I'll end up sleeping again." You whined. He chuckled, "So you were just thinking about sleeping?" He said playfully, but the teasing tone was obvious. You smirked as you bit your lip, "What else was I supposed to think?" Another laugh, this time with eyes blazing to answer you, but no, he wouldn't answer with words. His answer would be to lift your chin and kiss you, just like that. He smashed his lips against yours, his warm, soft lips that made you want to kiss him for hours. His hand stroked your curves, squeezing here and there, while with the thumb of his other hand he caressed your cheeks. His hot breath beat against your face, just as you felt his heart racing, and you weren't much different. Skin to skin, the indecent touches which in turn showed how intimate you were. He just gave you a moment to catch your breath, not before looking at you with eyes sparkling with lust, "I hope some of your appointments can be postponed today." With sarcasm he says. A mischievous smile appears on your lips as you whisper to him, "My only commitment is here, with you." With that sentence of yours, he just made sure that you and him had other intentions for that morning.

Zhongli was the kind of man who would wake you up with a sweet good morning while kissing you on the forehead as tenderly as possible. Not only that, but he was very careful not to startle you by waking you up. "Did you have a good night's sleep, my darling?" That husky voice that sent shivers down your spine. "Yes, I just wish I could sleep a little longer." A low, weak mumble was all that came out of your mouth as you snuggled against his chest. "You have commissions for today, don't you?" Stroking your hair he asks. You nodded, saying yes. "I really wanted to stay here with you." You say with a pout on your face. He giggles and hugs you even tighter, "Just a few more minutes, I can't be late for work." As always Zhongli was exemplary, he was not late for work even one day. Much less was he absent. And if he was absent, you can be sure it would be for a good reason. "You could stay here with me." You lift your face and look at him, smiling. He caresses your face and then gives you a peck, "It's not appropriate to be late for work. I should always be on time." Archons, the way he was so correct was such a cute thing to see. "What if you're just a little bit late?" At that point a mischievous smile appeared on your lips. As expected, he understood perfectly what you were implying. "I suppose you have a very good reason for making me late." Without answering him directly, you kissed your way from his neck to his chest. His hand was caressing your back gently. "You are such a tease." Between a breathless laugh he murmurs. And with that answer you got on top of him, and he without waiting held your hips to keep you steady. "So that's why you wanted me to stay, my love?" Your heart raced every time he called you by those pet names, "Is it so bad that I want a little more time with you?" Even though it was a simple sentence, he had perfectly understood what you were implying. "Then I'll make the lateness worth it." He pulled you close and gently rubbed his nose against yours, while his hands squeezed your sides. And the way he looked at you so passionately, this morning session wouldn't be over anytime soon. Well, maybe today he wouldn't go to work, his focus would be on you.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #zhongli x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x y/n #zhongli x you #childe x reader #childe x you #kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #diluc x you #diluc x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin men x reader

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awillowdancingonair · 2 months

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“a soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight”

Castin x Baroness! (Desmond Asmr)

TW: Scars, cause it’s Castin. A tiny bit suggestive, cause once again, it’s Castin.

Prompt: tracing scars

Summary: When Castin wakes up one morning, he isn’t faced with the empty bed he’s grown accustomed to many times before, due to his wife’s busy schedule. Instead, his wife is there; and awake already. She’s quietly tracing the scars on his chest and arms, ones from all the battles he’s been in. How will Castin react to this morning surprise?

Tags: @themonotonysyndrome thank you so much for all your kind words, discussing Castin and all that has been so much fun!! You’re truly an inspiration.

As Castin’s eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was sunlight. The rays of morning light filtered in through the windows of his room, casting a warm glow on all the rooms items. He let out a long sigh, mentally preparing himself for another long day of training. But for a moment, he relished in the quiet ambience of the morning. Birds cooed and chirps outside of his bedroom window, a light breeze rustled trees outside, he could even hear some of his men training already in a field a ways off.

A part of him wished his wife, the Baroness, could be here with him. He desperately wanted more time with her- as he always did. But at the same time, he knew how important the work she was doing would be to the growth of, well, everything.

A lazy smile crossed his face as he pictured his wife. He knew she was probably nose deep in a pile of work at this point. Over the past few months, he’d tried to pop in to check on her once in a while. Often, he was shooed out, with her fussing about needing to work and that he had things he needed to attend to as well. But occasionally, she’d let him stay. When this rare event happened, he would lounge on one of the chairs in her office, mentally grumbling about how uncomfortable it was, and would pick something to focus on. Sometimes it was a book that the Baroness had long finished, other times it was a map that had been marked up. But what the Baroness was unaware of, was that the items Castin would choose were merely things for his hands to fidget with. When he was in her presence in those times, his focus would always be on her. He loved watching the way her dress would sway as she bustled around the room, the way her nimble fingers would race over her paperwork, the way her eyes focused when she read the work. One of the things he loved most was the way he could practically see the wheels in her head turning as she thought long and hard.

As much as he loved these moments, he also missed having more quiet ones. Relaxed ones, with just the two of them.

His eyes opened again as he realized he’d begun to drift off as he thought. He blinked a few times, trying to keep himself awake. Only in doing so, as his senses finally awoke, he realized there was a hand laying on his arm. Not just a hand, fingers too.

His head shot to the side, eyes wide and expectant. His gaze softened as he saw his wife there, bathed in the golden glow of sunshine.

“Sweetheart- what? Shouldn’t you be working right now? You’ve literally never once slept in, do I need to call the doctor, babe?” he asked, his full attention on you. A slight smile tugged at the sides of his lips but there was a look of worry in his eyes as he scanned your face for any answer.

“No, Castin, I didn’t sleep in,” the Baroness replied with a roll of her eyes and a chuckle emitting softly from her throat, “I cleared my schedule for today. I’m going to spend it with my husband,”

Castin just blinked, taking in the calm smile that coated his wife’s face. She was serious.

“You’re joking, right, babe?” he asked.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him, trying to comprehend that: yes, his wife really had made the time to spend the day with him. He took a second to take her in. The way the light was shining off her hair, the way the golden glow of the morning looked on her skin, how the sheets of their bed looked pressed against her.

He let out a hearty, happy chuckle.

“Well, if that’s the view I get to see all day then,” he made a whistling sound while he exhaled, eyes raking over your body, “Then by all means,” he leaned closer to you, a mischievous smile planting itself on his face, “Count me in,”

“Castin!” the Baroness laughed lightly and gently pushed Castin away, ignoring his playfulness. “I was enjoying relaxing with you, to be honest.”

Castin looked at his wife with a tender expression. And the two settled into a comfortable silence. The Baroness moved closer to him, and Castin took this as his cue to lift his arm up, allowing the Baroness to move closer, draping an arm across his chest.

The pair laid like this for a while, enjoying the happiness of the morning. Castin was unsure if his wife had fallen back asleep, but a question was persistent in his mind.

“Sweetheart?” he asked. He felt the Baroness’s head lift slightly against the crook of his arm.

“Hmm?” she hummed lazily, a quietness in her voice he hadn’t often heard. Her eyes were still closed, looking as if she was drifting on the brink of sleep. Her eyelashes rested softly on her cheek. She looked beautiful.

“What did you do before I woke up?”

The Baroness propped herself up lightly, looking up at her husband while blinking away her lingering drowsiness.

“This,” she said, as she rested her head on one of her hands, and began tracing a faint scar on Castin’s chest.

Castin looked at her- confused- for a good second before he understood what she was doing with her finger on his chest.

“Oh..,” he said eyes widening, “Why..why are you doing that, babe?”

A nervous laugh accompanied his words. Upon hearing his hesitant tone, her hand retracted.

“I’m sorry, I was-“ she began, feeling confused and a bit embarrassed. She had never been the best at expressing affection, and when she had awoken, and seen the scars that decorated his skin, she had felt a strange urge to trace those lines of his past. But as she spoke, she was cut off abruptly.

“No- no. You’re good. You’re good. I just-,” his hand rose and ruffled his dark hair, his eyes crossed the room as he took a breath, “No one’s done that before. It…it hit pretty close to home.”

His hand gently rose from his side, placing her hand back on his chest softly. His wife’s finger reached for one of the scars, and she looked up at him, waiting patiently for an unspoken permission. Castin looked at his wife tenderly and gave a nod, a love struck smile beginning to creep on his face. Seeing the gentle look in his eyes, and looking down at how the light from the rising sun shone on his chest, her finger landed softly on one of the scars.

“Yeah, go ahead, babe. I’m all yours,” he said with a relaxed breath.

The Baronesses finger started to move along the faint light line on his skin, from what she assumed was a strike of a sword. After she had traced the mark multiple times, her finger quickly found another one. This one was more obvious.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Castin, how did you get this one?” she said quietly. Castin’s head tilted slightly in response to her question, thinking.

“One of my first training days, actually. Yeah, me and the rest of the men got pretty banged up. No sweat though, it’s all good now sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he replied, kissing the top of the Baronesses head lovingly.

The Baroness continued, gently pressing kisses to some of them. Castin laid there, exposed in what felt like more ways than one. Yes, his body was sprawled on the bed, basking in the warmth of the morning; but there was a vulnerability and an intimacy to what the Baroness was doing. One that he hadn’t felt before. Yes, he’d been with women. But none of them had done this. None of them had gazed lovingly at his scarred body, tracing her fingers lightly upon them with a gentleness and comfort that it felt like it could only be a gift from the Goddess herself. None of them had pressed their sweet lips to the marks of his past, tracing the lines as if she could relieve him of all past pain. All while she too was lying on their shared bed, body intertwined with his. He knew his wife was a busy woman. That wasn’t hard to figure out. But in these moments, moments where she too let down her guard and in the process just brought his down more, he felt truly whole. Being without her would be the greatest wound he could ever receive now. Not any battle injury, not any training mistake, nothing. He had seen ugliness in the world, hell, he’d witnessed it first hand. He’d been a part of bloody and dangerous battles, gone on spine-chilling missions, seen people die and his own friends die with them. His mother had been killed by war.

Yet in this moment, despite the cold and rain that had been his life, he could only feel sunshine. A content joy, rays of sunlight filtering through clouds, like the beams that covered him and his wife at that very moment.

“How did you get this one, dear?” his wife asked, shaking him out of his thoughts. He adjusted to turn towards her more, smiling to himself. In the Baronesses eyes, it was one that rivaled the sun itself. He was the sun in her world too.

“Well, it was one of my first battles..,” and Castin continued on, telling her the tale of how he had earned that one. His tales continued all throughout the morning. Laughter and tears would follow, filling the walls of the room with the rest of the light from the sun as it finally finished rising.

In the midst of all the dark of the world, the two had found each other, exposed each other’s scars, and made sunlight out of their lives.

“A soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight” -Sunlight by Hozier

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sunny44 · 9 months

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We should talk

Pairing: Max Verstappen x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: after the fight and the thoughts that your relationship it’s not working anymore, you and Max decide to talk about it.

This is the second part of Business trip, the link of the first chapter is below.

Previous Chapter

After rolling around in bed almost all night trying to sleep I gave up, I kept thinking about last night and that it was the first serious fight we have had in 2 years of relationship and also the first time in our relationship that we slept in bad terms with each other.

I love him and I think I always will, but I was surprised at how naturally those words came out of my mouth that I began to doubt if I still wanted to be in a relationship with him.

Sometimes loving a person is not enough.

I didn't mind the many nights that I spent alone because he had to travel to race, or when he had consecutive days of simulator and came home tired at night.

When we started dating I knew that these were things that I would have to learn to deal with because that is his job.

But sometimes I feel that Redbull comes before me on occasions that are important to me like last night's stupid party as Max called it.

It was a stupid dinner but it wasn't the dinner itself that I was excited about it was to introduce him to my friends as my boyfriend and not as Max Verstappen the world champion which is how they knew him.

The hours passed and Sunday morning began, the city of Momyr Carlo was cloudy and raining, and gosh how I hated days like that.

I got up and forced myself to go to our room since all my things were there, when I entered he was sleeping and the covers were all messed up and this was a sign that he was not sleeping well, Max was a restless sleeper when he forced himself to sleep.

After doing my morning routine I got dressed in a sweatshirt set, thick socks and my slippers and after fixing the covers on him because it was so cold I went downstairs to do something for breakfast.

Waffles were my favorite thing to eat when I was sad so that's what I did, prepared them and just as I was about to start eating the doorbell rang and I was surprised since I wasn't expecting anyone but when I opened the door I saw Victoria and Luka.

"Oh hi, I didn't know you guys were coming."

"That’s strange because I'm sure you said you would be with Luka today."

"Geez I'm sorry that completely slipped my mind."

"Are you busy or..."

"I'm not, I just made waffles so if you want to come in."

"I can't stay but thank you." She smiles and puts Luka down who hugs me and runs to the kitchen. "Is everything alright? Where's Max?"

"Everything's fine and he's still sleeping."

"Ok, I'm going to go but if you need something you call me ok?"

"I will." She smiles and hugs me then leaves.

"Auntie y/n, I can't reach the waffles." He says from the kitchen and I walk over to her. "Where's Uncle Max?"

"He's still sleeping."

"Can we wake him up?"

"He's very tired so let him sleep a little longer and then wake him up, shall we?" He nods her head in agreement. "What do you think about lots of strawberries and a lot of whipped cream on top of these waffles?"

"Yeah."

After we finished eating I went to wash the things I got dirty and Luka went to play in the living room with his toys but it was very quiet so I went to see what he was doing and when I saw he wasn't in the living room I knew exactly where he was.

When I opened the bedroom door I saw him lying on top of Max sleeping with him who was hugging him, I smiled at the scene and left them sleeping.

Scenes like this made me think about our babies, Luka loos exactly like Max so sometimes this got me wonder.

I think I was alone for half an hour until I heard footsteps on the stairs, I knew it was him because the footsteps were too heavy to be Luka.

"Good morning." He says in a husky voice.

"Good morning." I reply simply without looking at him.

"Been up long?"

"I didn't get much sleep last night so yes." He comes over and sits down next to me.

"Can we talk?" I take a deep breath and agree. "I'm sorry about last night, I was an idiot and being tired was no justification for letting you go alone to the party I had promised I would go with you."

"It's not just about that stupid party Max, it's about the fact that I feel like I'm the only person in this relationship, I'm tired of feeling like I'm not a priority to you and I'm tired of not feeling loved."

"But you are, you are my priority and you are loved." He holds my face making me look at him and I feel his thumb wipe away a tear that had run down. "I love you so much and I'm sorry for making you feel that way, you are the most important person in the world to me and I promise that if you give me a chance I will show you how much I love you."

"I don't know Max."

"Please, I want to show you how much I love you, I want to marry you and I want to have a family if you want too or we can adopt a more cat’s or even a bird. I want to be your husband and the father of your children and I want to love you forever even if forever seems like a short time to love you.” By this time I was crying. "I’m only asking that you give me one more chance.”

"Do you promise that you won't talk to me like that anymore?”

"I promise, and if I do you can punch me in the face." That made me laugh between tears. "I love you and always will."

"I love you too Max." He held my face with both hands and kissed me, "And I also want to marry you and be the mother of your children."

"That's great because I really want to have children someday." I laughed and he kissed me again but we were interrupted by a certain person.

"Ew." He says making us laugh.

"I see you're awake mister." I said to her who ran to us and jumped on Max’s lap.

"I missed you." He says hugging him.

This was the reason I had told Victoria that I would take care of her this Sunday, it had been a while since they had seen each other and I knew they missed each other a lot.

"I was missing you too."

"Auntie y/n are you sad? Why are you crying?" He asks worriedly.

"I was sad with your Uncle Max but it's okay now." At that she starts to cry and gets off his lap coming to mine. "Why are you crying baby?"

"Because he fought with you but I love him and I don't want to stop loving him.” He says crying and Max laughs and I hug him.

"You don't have to stop loving him, we are not fighting anymore."

"You're not?" He asks looking at me and then at Max.

"Your auntie and I are fine okay? No need to cry."

"Shall we get some ice cream then?" He asks making us laugh immediately with his change of mood.

"All right mister, let's get your shoes on while your Uncle Max and I go put on some clothes to go out."

In the end we stick together.

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jordanli-dribbles · 24 days

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I've been thinking about Jordan finding out something silly you've been keeping a secret because you're embarrassed - a stuffed animal or baby blanket, maybe a diary, maybe you have a secret skill/hobby/interest thats childish/weird/embarrassing. 👀👀👀

Aw, this was such a cute idea I had to write something fun and fluffy. Sorry, it took forever! Life really been lifing lately.

You and Jordan entered your dorm room, the echo of your shared laughter contrasting the previous silence in the dimly lit room. Jordan held the door open as you walked in, heading straight to your closet in the far corner of the room.

Jordan had surprised you with reservations to your favorite restaurant—a place you both frequented, filled with shared memories. You knew this sweet gesture was their silent apology for the busy week they had. However, as you were about to leave, a light drizzle began to patter against their office window, creating a rhythmic symphony on the glass.

Jordan, always the protective one, had been adamant that you wear a jacket. They had seen you shiver in the cold one too many times, and insisted on you being prepared for an unexpected turn in the weather. So, with an exasperated sigh and a playful roll of your eyes, you had agreed to fetch a warmer layer from your closet before stepping out into the drizzling night.

"It's barely raining, Jordan. I could’ve of gone without a jacket!" you yelled from inside of your small closet, searching through the hangers for your favorite coat.

"Yeah, yeah, just get your coat. I'm not about to let you catch a cold again," they respond, lifting a pillow to sit on your bed by the headboard.

"What's this?" you heard Jordan ask. At the sound of their voice, you step out of the closet, turning towards them. Your eyes widen as you see them holding the small lilac knitted blanket that you kept neatly folded under your pillow. Horrified, you rushed towards them, trying to pull the small blanket from their hands, but they were too quick. They jumped off the bed, quickly standing up, holding the blanket out of your reach, a wide grin on their face.

"Babe, do you sleep with a blankie?" they ask teasingly, their grin widening as they see your cheeks redden.

"No," you respond sharply. They raise an eyebrow challengingly, glancing from your face to the small blanket in their hands, a deadpan expression at your obvious lie.

With a dramatic roll of your eyes and heavy sigh, you say, "Ok, maybe. Now give it back," reaching for it again, but they easily avoid your grasp.

"No, no, princess. How did I not know you slept with a blankie!?" They ask, with a teasing smile, waving the said blanket away from your reach.

“Jordan, please!” You plead, stepping towards them again. But they step back, switching growing taller, raising the blanket above their head ensuring you can't reach it.

"Ok, that's not fair!" you exclaim, now standing directly in front of them, your eyes locked onto theirs in a defiant glare. Their vexing smile remained unwavered under your intense glare.

"Care to explain?" they retort, a gleam of amusement twinkling in their eyes. They are looking down at you with a playful, almost teasing smile. Their hand slowly waving the small blanket back and forth, the movement adding emphasis to their words. You can't help but groan internally, a sigh of frustration welling up inside you. You close your eyes for a brief moment, steeling yourself, knowing they won't let the topic go.

"Ugh…fine," you groan, tilting your face up to meet their gaze. "My grandmother made it for me before I was born. I…I've slept with it every day since." You say quickly, your voice trailing off as you look away, feeling embarrassed.

You had forgotten about the blanket, you usually stored it in the back of your dresser whenever Jordan came over. Initially, you were hesitant to bring it to college, but you couldn't bear to leave it behind. You rationalized with yourself that you would only keep it until you adjusted to the new place and schedule, knowing you wouldn't sleep without it. But it’s been two years now, and you still found comfort knowing it was under your pillow, a little piece from home.

You felt vulnerable and a little exposed. No one knew about the blankie, not even your parents who thought you lost it a long time ago. You were supposed to be an adult now, yet the soft, worn-out fabric under your pillow brought you comfort that nothing else had, well, until you met Jordan.

After an awkward silence, you slowly lifted your head to meet their warm gaze, you noticed a soft smile and a glimmer in their eyes, your eyebrow arching slightly in question.

"That's really sweet," they said, as they brought their hand up to gently brush your cheek with their thumb. You felt your cheeks grow warm, not sure if it was from embarrassment or their touch.

"It’s embarrassing," you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

"No, it's not. I think it's endearing. Cute, actually," they countered, lifting your chin to meet their eyes again. You searched their eyes for some form of judgment or mockery, but all you found was the familiar warmth and kindness they only had for you.

After a silent pause, an impish glint appeared in their eyes. Teasingly, they asked, "Do you also have a stuffed animal tucked away somewhere that you cuddle with when I'm not around?" They asked with a playful smirk, a gentle ribbing that made the room feel a little less tense.

Your face quickly turned into a soft glare. "Asshole," you retorted, suppressing a chuckle, attempting to push them away. But they were quicker, pulling you towards them, their arms encircling your waist, the small blanket resting on your back.

"I'm kidding, I’m kidding," they said, their laughter echoing in the air around you. Their eyes were sparkling with mischief and amusement yet full of adoration. They leaned down, their lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"You're still an asshole," you mumbled against their lips, as they broke away from the kiss. They laughed out loud before placing a quick peck on the lips. They held you by the waist as their hands softly rubbed the small of your back, their nose lightly brushing against yours in a tender moment before they stepped away.

"Alright, come on, let's go. I'm hungry," they declared. "And don't forget your coat!" they added, their voice light and playful. They gently took the small blanket, their fingers softly smoothing out any creases as they folded it neatly before placing back under your pillow. You watched them, a soft smile playing on your lips as you put on your coat.

Once you were both ready, they interlocked their fingers with yours in a familiar, comforting grip. They lifted your intertwined hands, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand - a silent promise of affection that sent a shiver down your spine. You had your safety blanket, you had your coat, and most importantly, you had Jordan.

Don't really take request as I can't promise I will get to them but this was too cute not to do, and exactly what I needed. Thanks Anon!

#gen v #gen v x reader #jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li #soft jordan #fluff #derek luh #london thor #request

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joshusten · 9 months

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love me in spite (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy and Honey get into an argument early into their relationship.

(angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff)

3k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: swearing, arguing, insecurities, overthinking, breakdowns, descriptive?? crying?? I think??, idk they’re both having a bad time. probably a lot of grammatical errors lmao. also honey is implied to be empowered!!]

Honey doesn't remember the last time they felt like this, but they’ve always known their personality would bite them in the ass someday.

“Aww, is my beloved mad again? Oh, pray tell, which heinous crime did I commit this time, officer? Robbery? Public indecency?” Guy stroked his chin, pretending to rack up his mind on any possible offense he could have made. “Hm…jaywalking?"

“Guy.”

“Oh! Or maybe—just maybe—it was wanting my ever-so-affectionate lover to stop their pretty head from fussing over me?”

"Guy, can’t you take this seriously for once?”

“But I am! It’s just not that big of a deal, baby! Look, a manuscript can’t just write itself, y’know? Especially one with a little flair from yours truly!”

“You haven’t slept properly for days now, you work overnight most of the time, and on your days off you pull all-nighters writing!”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

“Well, this one’s more serious! I haven’t even seen you eat a proper meal and anything I offer you gets left out cold!”

They continued to have a back-and-forth confrontation, voices raising and words getting crueler as time goes on, with both parties not intending to back down anytime soon. Honey thought it was the first time they ever heard Guy let out an actual annoyed scoff and they noticed the slightest change in his demeanor.

“Jesus, Honey. Of all the times you can finally act like you care for me, why now? Hm?” There was a playful smile on his face. It almost made them believe he was still joking around but his words were laced with an unmistakable annoyance.

But something inside Honey snapped. Their chest tightened at the thought of their partner thinking they didn’t care. They felt themselves flinch from the comment and Guy seemed to notice that too as his smile drops. “Shit. Honey, I didn’t–”

“I’m–,” They scrambled to get their bag, keys, wallet, anything they would need because they just want to be anywhere but here.“I’m going out. Let’s finish this later. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

They didn’t mean that. Didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. Then again, they don’t mean to sound so harsh most of the time but end up doing so either way. Grumpy. Mean. Intimidating. A common descriptor from most people. But Guy wasn’t like most people. ‘Unless,’ they think, ‘That was just a lie you told yourself to believe in.’

Honey shuts the door behind them, leaving the building and the warmth of their partner.

The pain in their chest almost distracts them from the exhaustion currently catching up to their body after a long day. They can feel the telltale signs of a migraine coming as they rub their temples gingerly with one hand, the other guiding the steering wheel. ‘Damn, it started to rain too. What a great way to lighten the mood,’ they think bitterly. Their mind eventually goes back to the fight earlier.

“Of all the times you finally can act like you care for me, why now? Hm?”

They do care. They care for him so much it scares them . He knows that, right? Even if they groan at his flirtatious quips and innuendos or if they grumble at his (very creative) attempts to give them as many hugs and kisses as they would allow, he knows that that’s just how they are, right?

Maybe that wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe that never was enough to begin with. Maybe Guy finally realized he deserves better than an ill-tempered partner who doesn’t even know how to properly show any affection to their own fucking boyfriend.

A sharp car horn snaps them out of their thoughts. Shit, it’s a green light. They continue to drive until they see the familiar soft glow of a nearby 7-Eleven sign despite the persistent rain.

Honey's entrance was signaled with the chime of the bell above the glass door. It’s relatively empty save for what they recognize to be a few D.A.M.N. students buying some late-night study snacks. Walking through the aisles while the pop song they heard their partner hum before softly plays in the background, slowly but surely calming them down. Muscle memory makes Honey reach for Guy’s favorite snack and they wonder how he’s doing.

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Guy doesn't remember the last time he felt like this, but he’s always known his personality would bite him in the ass someday.

Sure, he and Honey had their disagreements, but they were all accompanied by playful slaps and teasing laughter. Never had it gotten to the point of an actual argument that caused them to spit such venom toward each other like the one they just had.

“I’m going out. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

The door closes and Honey leaves, bringing the warmth of their shared apartment with them. Guy lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to get to work. He wordlessly distracts himself by cleaning the living room—picking up stray plastic chip bags, vacuuming crumbs that settled on the cheap shag carpet, and fixing up the pillows on the couch that he’s been nesting on for the past few days while he works on the final draft of the project he was writing.

Piles of paper littered their second-hand coffee table. Every inch is covered in Post-it notes and wrinkled pieces of paper filled with ideas that he had haphazardly scribbled in an attempt to record them before it leaves his mind. Most of them, he recalls, are just random doodles of spirals and honeybees that he absentmindedly drew as he was typing away on his laptop. The spaces left exposed on the table were adorned with faded mug rings on the old dark oak wood.

He tries to compile them into a neater collection, pausing as he notices a doodle he made of his Honey. It was far from a masterpiece, but the cute cartoony style paired with heavily exaggerated furrowed brows in order to replicate their partner’s usual expression pulls a smile from his lips. There was even a jumbled-up line inside a small text bubble next to it to symbolize the adorable grumbles they always make.

Fuck, he misses them so fucking much.

A sudden wave of exhaustion almost makes him drop the stack of papers he’s holding and it dawns on him how much he really has been neglecting his own health for this project. The stress of trying to find a job where he can utilize his degree and finally get out of that godforsaken pizza place has been taking a toll on him. All Honey was trying to do was for him to take a break that he so desperately ( and, he embarrassingly admits, unknowingly ) needed. And he just treated it like some silly joke. Granted, it really was because he wasn’t used to being coddled after, but, it definitely wasn’t an excuse to dismiss their worries like that.

The guilt builds up in Guy’s throat like bile. He feels worse now, especially considering how much they struggle with expressing themselves like that to him in general, even if they don’t say it aloud.

He finishes cleaning up but the restlessness doesn’t leave him as time passes by with no word from his partner. Maybe this is it? Maybe he fucked it all up like always? Maybe they finally came to their senses and got fed up with him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to think he was a bit too much. Too chaotic, too irritating, too overwhelming. He ever minded those comments in the first place, but the thought of Honey possibly thinking like that too makes him sick.

It’s getting late and he can hear the rain outside get louder. The anxiety that has been settling in their stomach flares up. He reaches for his phone to message them before concluding they might not want to be bothered right now. Shit, he’s feeling a little sluggish.

Guy begrudgingly trudges to the wardrobe of their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. He glances over as he pulls a familiar-looking hoodie from the hanger. Their double bed, adorned with a pizza plushie that Honey had given to him as a joke gift, was more inviting than usual. Maybe he should just take a rest and go to sleep.

No, no, no, they might want some space from that too. Guy wants to talk this out with them instead of sleeping it out. If this persists, he isn't sure how his poor heart could take it. He ultimately decides to go back to the couch, stay up, and (at the very least) greet them when they come back.

If they come back. God, please come back.

What if they don’t?

The thought felt like a mere whisper in his head but it left him numb. Guy's aware of his tendency to overthink but before he knew it, he was lying down on his side, hand clamped to his mouth as he forced his eyes shut. He lets out a quiet sniff. His breath hitches. Then he hears himself choke out a small sob.

Then another.

And another.

The dam breaks, his eyes water and he heaves as much air as he can into his lungs. It suddenly became a struggle to breathe and it definitely became a struggle to calm the ugly thoughts that plague his mind. Shaky, broken sobs fill the room, he cringes at how pathetic it sounds. He hates this. He hates this feeling. Just come back, I’m sorry.

After what felt like hours, his sniffles slowly died down. With heavy eyes and a heavier heart, he finds himself drowsy from all the crying. The hot tears streaming down his face had begun to dry, but, the warmth on his cheeks reminds him of his Honey and the thought of them finally lulls him to sleep.

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Honey returns, a little haggard but with a calmer mind. The drive around Dahlia and their quick run to the local convenience store definitely helped lighten their mood but the guilt still followed them around like a shadow. Shaky hands find their way to the lock of their shared apartment and Honey opens to a dim living room, with the forgotten hanging bulbs from the kitchen barely providing a sense of light. They noticed the place was tidier than they remembered.

It was eerily quiet, as well. The wrinkling sound of the paper bag that they were holding filled the room.

"Guy?" Fuck, they can hear their voice getting wobbly.

"I'm home. You there?" A shift from the room was all they heard accompanied by a sniffle. Honey suddenly becomes hyper-aware of the soft snores matching the rise and fall of a figure on the couch.

They couldn't really explain why their heart started to pound with their pulsating headache. Why they made a beeline inside their apartment. Why they started to get down on their knees in the living room despite the protests of their tired body. Why their chest sank deeper as they saw their partner all bundled up on their battered couch.

They don't miss the frown on his face and his tear-stained cheeks.

Fuck. Tears? Guy was crying?

Honey quietly (urgently) sets down the paper bag from their grasp and slowly places a hand on his shoulder, patting it ever so gently.

"H-hey? Guy, what are you doing over here?" They noticed how cold they felt to the touch and remembered their thermostat wasn't working that well. "It's freezing. You're freezing. "

After a few gentle pats and caresses (and reminders of how it's cold here, the bed is warm. Take it, please. ) Guy manages to blearily open his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness and the few tears that managed to slip.

Cute. His eyes are so cute. Honey would have thought if their mind wasn't filled with thoughts and questions. Why was he sleeping on the couch? Was he waiting for me? He didn't need to do that. Why was he crying? Did he cry himself to sleep? Was it because of me?

Did I do this?

"Honey?" Guy's voice croaked and Honey's heart aches after hearing how hoarse it was. It aches a little more to see him smile at them despite the argument they had earlier.

"You're back…" he mumbles, slightly adjusting his body to prop himself up with his arm. He was wearing their hoodie again.

"Guy, why are you sleeping here? It's cold," they repeated, the worry in their tone becoming more and more evident.

This had Guy fully sitting up, giving his full attention to their Honey with a slight grin that was preparing to give out a smug reply before dropping his smile and deciding otherwise. If he noticed that their eyes were starting to get just as glassy as his, he didn't mention it. “I-I mean, you’re…mad, right? I thought you’d want some more space from me or something…”

“N-no! I mean, yeah, thank you for that but that doesn't—” Honey cuts themselves off with a groan. Why can’t I just say what I want to say? What do I even want to say? Guy immediately notices their partner’s frustration and sits down beside them.

“Hey, hey, it's okay. You’re okay, Honey,” he says with a reassuring smile and slowly raises his hand near their cheek, “Can I touch?”

Honey immediately nods, almost melting at Guy’s warm hands. The familiar calluses from working countless graveyard shifts and delivery jobs all over Dahlia for Max’s kept them grounded. They notice a newly formed bump on the ring finger of his dominant hand from the number of handwritten notes he’s been doing recently.

After a few moments of soft breaths and the sound of Guy's rough thumb gently gliding across their cheek, Honey let out a weak laugh but the words that followed were by no means a joke to them. “You’re so good for me.” Too good. I don’t deserve you.

It was Guy’s turn to let out a confused chuckle. He felt anything but good to them at the moment.

“What do you mean by that, hon?” He caresses their cheek and he forgets how much his chest hurts when his Honey leans into his touch. “Hey, c’mon. Do you…do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Honey nods once more. "I'm…I'm sorry," they choke out as if the words got caught up in their throat. Everything was overwhelming again. The sound of the remains of the rain, the ticks of the wall clock, and most of all, Guy's unwavering attention to them. They avoid his gaze.

"I know that…I'm…I dont have the most…pleasant attitude," The nervousness in their tone was obvious but the quick squeeze of their hand from their partner was enough for them to go on. "And I know that you didn’t mean that. About me…not caring,” They felt him give another squeeze, a bit tighter than the last. “Fuck, god knows you’ve put up with me long enough for me to know you wouldn’t mean that.”

Honey manages to finally look him in his eyes again, they think it's their favorite color. “I…I just don’t know why I act like this. Why can't I just…care for you in a normal way.”

“Oh, Honey…”

“I’m just so fucking sorry. I really, really care for you, please know that,” they sob out. Guy thinks he’s never seen them this vulnerable. His arms slowly circle and stop around their body as if he was waiting for their permission but Honey beats them to the embrace, burying their head on his chest. He knows they can hear his heart speed up.

“Hey, I know, I know,” The hands that were once on his partner's cheeks find their way to their back, rubbing circles and tracing shapes. “I’m really sorry for what I said too. The stress from work and writing these past few days is catching up but please don’t let that ever be an excuse for me to talk like that, especially to you and especially if it makes you think of all these lies.”

“And all this talk about…caring for me in the ‘normal’ way. Don’t say that.” Guy slowly pulls away to tilt his partner's chin up for their eyes to meet again. The way his Honey looked so distressed was a sight he decided he never wants to see again. “What matters is that I know you care and I want you to know that the way you show it is… fuck, I’ve never felt so cared for like this until you, Honey. Okay?”

“I’ll work…on not neglecting my health too. If it weren’t for you, I might’ve actually collapsed from exhaustion,” he adds, lips upturned into a sheepish smile. “So, thank you.”

Guy isn’t prepared for the way their Honey finally graced him with a soft smile. He’s had them laugh and grin at his…eccentric behavior before, but this smile held so much fondness and sincerity (directed towards him of all people! ) that made this moment all the more intimate.

I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack. He doesn't recall having butterflies for lunch but he definitely feels them flutter up and about in his ribcage. He wants to treasure this moment. He wants to treasure them.

Honey looks down, uncharacteristically flustered and Guy’s heart soars again. “Thank you,” they whispered. “For that.”

“Of course, Honey. Though, I must say,” he grins. “Although your methods of conveying your love for me are a bit… unconventional , you could say I’m on the more bizarre side, too. I guess we make a perfect match after all then, don't we?”

Honey snorts, a reaction that's endearingly familiar to him and he smirks even wider. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“Well, for the record, if anybody here is fucking stupid, it would be you!” Guy shoots back, “Hi, hello, I’m stupid, by the way, ehh– Ow, ow, ow!”

The pair continues to laugh and banter at each other like before, but, as they comfortably settle down to cuddle on the couch, they both don’t miss the way the grip on their entangled hands tightened for the slightest bit.

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hope you enjoyed!! please let me know if i had any mistakes or just some feedback in general!! i kinda wanna continue doing these kinda stuff :DD

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted fanfic #redacted guy/honey #angst #hurt/comfort #sten writes!#i enjoyed writing this a lot!!#eheuhuehd guy my silly goose i need him to cry (and get comforted after ofc)

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The Sins That Bind Us (Eris Vanserra x Priestess!Reader)

Summary// Late at night while you tended to one of the many temples throughout Prythian, the doors slammed open and sent the cold air billowing inside. Standing in the doorframe was Eris, shirt muddy and pants ripped, asking for forgiveness. The last thing he expected to see was you but fate works in mysterious ways.

(It's the priestess!reader fic!! This starts out somewhat slow, the smut is towards the end, but I really like how this story developed and I hope you guys do as well. It took a little bit of a different turn but I find that the best stories are the ones that surprise me. Enjoy! :))

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, religion, slight submissive!Eris, body worship, sappy, sappy fluff, slight angst at the beginning, feral!Eris

The air was still as you walked through the temple, your sage burning while the oval stone of your circlet rested heavily between your brows. Your fellow priestesses had left for the day, resting to make sure they were up for the dawn ceremony but you couldn’t seem to sleep.

Your robe was light against your skin as you lit some candles, whispering prayers and thanks to the Mother, the Cauldron, and the Forces That Be. It was quiet and you found peace in it, hoping that the worries that were keeping you awake would turn to ash as the sage did.

As the final candle flickered to life, the doors behind you pounded loudly like someone was trying to get in. It made you drop the sage on the floor and your heart almost flew out of your chest. You had been hearing about the sacks against the other temples around Prythian and fearing that it was some of Hybern’s soldiers, you sprinted to the other side and hid behind a wall just as the doors burst open.

Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls, approaching the altar, before you heard a deep sigh. Thankfully it sounded like it was only one person but you were still doubtful that you were strong enough to fight whoever it was off.

Just as you were about to slip into the hallway beside you, a low voice made you pause.

“Please, I need guidance. I need to know.”

Eris.

You would recognize that voice anywhere. In fact, you had just heard it a few days ago when he had left you on the steps of your home. The two of you had become something, something that terrified him, and with the war looming he broke things off before you were put in serious danger.

It wasn’t even a discussion. He had told you, albeit his voice tight with emotion, that this would be the last time you would see him. After he had left you cried and cried, clinging onto one of the shirts that he had left behind, while trying to understand everything that had just happened.

He had shown you a side of him that he never revealed to anyone, not even his own mother. Secrets whispered on pillowcases, tears brushed away, it was a love that was patient and kind. A love that you thought was what the stories talked about with fated mates.

“I dream of her every night, I think of her every morning, I even smell her within these walls,” Eris confessed softly. “I need a sign that what I did is worth it, that I haven’t damned myself.”

Your fingers were cool against the stone wall as you peeked out, your eyes widening at his tousled appearance. His hair was wet, along with the rest of him, as soft rain fell on the stained glass windows. The white shirt was muddy at the sleeves as well as his pants and boots, looking as if he had just been dragged through six-inch deep mud.

However what stood out most to you was his face, sunken in with dark circles underneath his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days. You wondered if he was as tormented as you were.

The room was deathly still, even the candlelight unmoving, as he waited for an answer. You debated on turning around, leaving him to his pleas to the Mother just as he had left you that night. But seeing him like this, broken and miserable, only made you yearn to heal him.

You bit down on your lip and closed your eyes, steeling yourself for whatever was about to happen, before emerging from your hiding space. Eris’s eyes immediately went to you, his body stumbling back in shock.

“Y/N…” He breathed, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You murmured, glancing at his hands which were bloody and bruised. “What happened to your hands?”

Eris looked down and frowned, staring at them with disdain as he mumbled, “It has been a rough week for me.”

Silence fell between you for a moment, both of you taking in the other’s appearance, before you decided to break the tension. You took a step towards him slowly, treating him like you would a frightened animal.

“I heard you praying.” You said, the wind from the open door making your robes ripple behind you like water. “Do you truly think you are damned?”

He stood there, trying to decide what to make of the situation, before looking up at the sky and sighing. “Do you want to know what I think? Why I did what I did?” He asked you, closing the gap between the two of you so that you were standing toe to toe. “Do you want to know why I have to be a monster?”

“Eris you’re not-” You tried to interject but he held up his hand, shaking his head.

“You and I both know what I am, who I am, Y/N. The son of Beron, the most hated man in all of Prythian besides the King of Hybern. The man who did nothing to stop the murder of my other brother’s love. The fiance who left an innocent bride to devices out of my control.” Eris ranted, his cheeks turning pink from his anger.

“I couldn’t let myself fail you.” He stressed, his hands coming up to cup your face. They were colder than you had ever felt before. “For whatever reason, whatever sick joke the universe wanted to delight in, I found myself falling for a priestess. Someone who others look up to, who takes care of the downtrodden and is tasked with keeping faith alive in a world that is so desperately trying to smother it.”

Your mouth opened in disbelief as the man before you sank to his knees. Eris, future High Lord of Autumn, was on his knees as if you were some divine person. The emotion in his eyes was one of pain and sorrow, his hands falling to his thighs as he continued.

“Do you think, after all I’ve done, that I am worthy of such a person? That I can protect you, love you, and care for you after all I’ve done?”

His confession was breaking your heart into millions of pieces, more so than it already was. Eris had told you about those things before, how the guilt would eat him alive, and how he wished things could be different. You knew what he craved most in the world wasn’t power or glory, it was inner peace.

“I had to leave you, Y/N. It’s better this way, knowing that you are safe from the disasters that trail me. I could not let you become another one for me to regret, so I didn’t give you the chance to.” Eris looked down in shame, water droplets sliding down his nose and face while the moonlight shone upon you two.

As you stared down at him, taking in everything he had just said, you realized just how broken he was on the inside. He put on a mask for others, letting them believe what they wanted, but even the strongest of souls would eventually grow tired of being perceived that way. And some, like Eris, might even start believing that lie themselves.

You knew who he was though. You knew from the moment you met.

“Eris.” You called, placing a finger under his chin until his eyes were looking into your own. “You are many things but you are not damned, nor are you a monster.”

He immediately opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head.

“Listen to what I say. Listen to the tone of my voice. Hear the truth from my mouth.” You smiled, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “You were handed the cards the Mother gave you, you did with them what you could, and you made mistakes. But this does not make you unworthy of love.”

“The sins that bind us together are what makes us who we are. And who you are, Eris Vanserra, is someone worth saving. You are my mate, as I am yours, and together we shall know no fear, hurt, or anger, but only if we are honest to each other and ourselves.”

Both of your hands grasped his own and pulled him to stand, gazing up at him while your heart overflowed with understanding and acceptance for the man before you. It was like some otherworldly force was guiding you in what to say, what to do, and you let that flow through you like a stream through mountains.

“You are worthy of love.” You asserted, squeezing his hands.

“I don’t feel-”

You silenced him with a kiss, rising on your tiptoes so you could reach his lips. Eris blinked in surprise but immediately melted into your embrace, his arms wrapping around your hips while yours wrapped around his neck. It was tender and slow, your fingers stroking the back of his neck as you lost yourself in the taste and feel of him.

He was the first to pull away though he kept his arms secured against you, your lips just a breath away from each other. “What are you doing?” Eris whispered.

“Shhh,” You soothed, kissing his cheek before slowly making your way down his face and to his neck. “Let me show you how worthy you are.”

His entire body was still as you caressed him softly. It was like he didn’t know what to do, how to react, to gentle touches. And you realized that this was probably the first time anyone had shown him this level of intimacy. Your lips brushed against his pulse, hovering over it for a moment, before kissing your way to the other side.

When you reached his ear and bit down on his lobe, tugging it softly, he crumbled under you. Eris’s hands grabbed your ass, squeezing tightly and groaning while your mouth connected with his once more. It was more passionate, both of your breathing now quickened, as your tongues danced with each other.

Your hands wandered down his chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt as you grasped it between your fists and tore it in half. It fell to the floor and you immediately ran your fingers up his chest, letting your nails gently scrape against his skin which had him growling into your ear.

“You are so beautiful, Eris.” You cooed, pulling away so that you could admire his body. He didn’t know what to say, this was entirely new territory for him but you were more than happy to show him the way.

Eris grunted when you cupped his hard length, massaging it through the material of his pants. His hand flew to your wrist, to either stop you or encourage you he wasn’t sure, but when you began to nip at his collarbone at the same time he realized he never wanted this feeling to end.

“Do you like when I touch you like this?” You smiled against his skin, undoing the strings of his pants expertly so that you could touch him without barriers. This wasn’t the first time you had had sex with him, but this was the first time he let you have control. It was sending a thrill down your spine to watch him react to your touches, hear him moan for you, and to give him the same pleasure he gives you.

“Y-yes.” He stammered for the first time in all his years on Earth. Eris was sure you had put some kind of spell on him, especially when you began stroking him and had his knees buckling from the pleasure. “Fuck, Y/N.”

The smile on your face grew as you kissed him leisurely again, teasing him and stroking the wet head of his cock with your thumb. You wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.

After a moment you decided to push him further, dropping to your knees and pulling his pants down with you. His eyes darkened when you gazed up at him through your lashes, giving him a wink, before you brought him to your mouth and swallowed him down to the base.

Eris hissed and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging painfully as the small tuft of hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose. You held yourself there for a moment, trying to control your gag reflex, before pulling away to breathe. He was enraptured with your show, watching the spit shine on your chin and lips as you immediately went back to working him.

“Cauldron save me…” He sighed, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. You reveled in the sight, your arousal coating the outside of your thighs by now. It was taking all of your self-control not to touch yourself but you wanted to focus everything on him. You could wait.

“You’re doing so well.” You praise him, licking the tip playfully as he only groans back in response.

“Please,” Eris panted, his red hair falling in his eyes as he looked back down at you pleadingly. “Don’t stop, Y/N. Please.”

“Don’t worry my love,” Your voice was sultry as you started to stroke the bottom of his cock. “I have no intentions of stopping anytime soon.”

With that, you went back to licking and sucking his length, cupping his balls with one of your hands and squeezing them lightly to enhance his pleasure. His hand in your hair was guiding you up and down, the only thing keeping him grounded as he drew closer and closer to the edge.

He tried to warn you but the only sound that came out of his mouth was your name when you went all the way down again, already knowing he was close. His cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed as best as you could, some of it leaking past the seal of your lips.

Eris’s mouth was hanging open in ecstasy as you took everything, letting go of your hair in favor of brushing the tears that were at the corner of your eyes from your need to breathe.

After a few seconds, you pulled back, swallowing the last bit with a smile and wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. He again stared at you in awe, pulling you up to kiss you fervidly. Eris could taste himself in your mouth and within minutes was already starting to get hard again, his mind hazy with pleasure.

You stepped back and began to undo the straps of your robes, letting them fall off your shoulders and down your body to pool at your feet. As usual, you were completely bare underneath. The cool air made your nipples perk up and goosebumps rise on your skin, the moonlight giving you an ethereal look.

His jaw tightened at the sight of your body, every nerve in his body on fire as you stepped over your discarded clothes and towards him. The way your hips swayed, the sultry look in your eyes, he swore he was dreaming at this point. It was either that or some sorcery.

“Lay down.” You ordered, smirking when he obeyed without any hesitation. “Good boy.”

Eris’s cock jumped at the praise, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You wasted no time in climbing on top of him, lining up your hips, and sitting on top of him. The juices of your arousal coated his dick as you lightly ground up and down, panting when the head of him kept bumping against your clit.

“No more teasing, Y/N.” He begged, gripping your hips tightly to still you. “I can’t bear it anymore. Let me feel you, taste you, anything, just let me please you.”

“Tonight is about you, Eris.” You chastised. “It’s about your pleasure, for me to show you how I feel about you”

“Then pleasure me, mouse. Show me.” Eris panted, licking his lips while his chest rose and fell in quick succession as you finally lined himself to your entrance.

Your lips parted as you lowered yourself onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch. He felt as if his soul was going to leave his body as your cunt swallowed him whole, the wetness and tightness of it making him see stars.

When you bottomed out, you waited for a moment to give yourself time to adjust to his girth. It felt different than the other times you had had sex, it felt rawer and more intimate.

There was no wasted moment as you began to ride him, letting the feelings of pain and pleasure mix in an intoxicating cocktail that he also sipped from. The temple was immediately filled with both of your cries of pleasure, your hands planted firmly on his chest as he rutted his hips up to meet you halfway.

“You feel so good…so perfect inside me.” You whined, your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust.

Eris raised up on his elbows to take one of your nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking which made you clench around him. You were already on edge from all the taunting you’d been doing and despite your best efforts, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Oh, Mother above, Y/N.” He growled, your breast popping out of his mouth as you started to go faster. What started out as slow and sensual was now turning to feral, the overwhelming need to claim you overriding all of his common sense.

Before you could register this change you found yourself face down on the cold floor, your legs spread wide open for your mate as Eris slapped his cock against your ass twice before he thrust back into you. You cried out in bliss, your nails scratching the marble as he fucked you like an animal.

His grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises as he lost himself in his own mind, his head screaming ‘Mate, Mate, Mate’ over and over again. You were no better, your hand scrambling down to toy with your clit and speed up your orgasm, the tingling already starting low in your belly.

“Eris, I-I’m close, please!” You whimpered, turning your head to the side to watch him fuck you. “Fuck, you fuck me so good.”

Your words only spurred him to go harder, his eyes darkening as he felt his own release tightening in his balls. He brushed against that spot inside you and that sent you over the edge, your mouth opening to cry out his name as your entire body shook in euphoria.

It was the kind of pleasure that made your toes curl and vision go white, the very temple itself feeling as if it were going to topple down as Eris pulled you up by your hair and bit into the soft skin of your neck, growling out your name as he came right after you.

Sweat was coating both of your bodies, the smell of sex in the air, as you finally collapsed on the ground with him falling beside you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you but you didn’t care, rolling to your side to look at him while he stared up at the ceiling.

“That was…” You pause, intertwining your fingers with his. “Amazing. Do you see now how I feel about you, love? Can you feel it?”

He swallowed thickly, his fingers tightening over your own. “I see it, I feel it, I just don’t understand it.” Eris frowned, turning to look at you. “After everything I’ve done and said, I can’t fathom why the cauldron paired us together, why you settle for someone like me.”

Your face softened at his vulnerability as you caressed his cheek and kissed the tip of his nose. “The past cannot be changed but the mere fact that you want to change it, that you regret and are actively trying to become better, that is what a good man does, Eris.”

“You are a good man.” You said earnestly, resting your head on his bare shoulder. The rain outside had turned to a mist and the world was quiet. It was like you were the only two in the whole universe. “You are worthy of so many things, Eris, but above all, you are the most worthy of happiness. Just as I am. And my happiness starts and ends with you.”

And for the briefest of moments, you see a smile ghost his lips. It makes him seem more his age, more peaceful, and your heart skips a beat.

“Be patient with me.” He whispers, amber eyes full of uncertainty. “This is something entirely new to me.”

“Always.” You murmur, kissing the back of his hand and closing your eyes to bask in the small slice of peace the two of you were being gifted right now.

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Spark (7/8)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Chapter 7 summary: You and Arthur spend some time in Strawberry together. Your relationship develops. It's only when you get home that one incident after another seem to separate you.

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You awoke to the twittering of birds, their song gently piercing through the silence the awakening nature. You felt stiff and cold as you turned on the hard forest floor. Your head had rested on the bedroll, but this had done nothing for your back, which ached in pain. As you sat up, a familiar weight slipped off your body. It was Arthur's jacket. He must have covered you with it at some point during the night, you hadn't noticed. The man itself crouched in front of a fire, tending to its flames with a stick.

"Morning", Arthur greeted as his gaze shifted from the fire to meet your eyes.

You responded with a grunt, stood up and handed him his jacket so you'd have your hands free for a satisfying stretch.

"Slept well?", you asked under the cracking of your joints.

"Well enough", Arthur shrugged.

You sat down again and watched as Arthur set up some coffee. All of this went without saying. It was a bit awkward how you eyed each other occasionally. It was a bit uncomfortable, as you didn't know where this conversation would turn and you really hoped it would stay light and happy, though there were so many grave things to discuss.

"How long do ya plan on layin' low?", Arthur asked after he handed you the cup of coffee. You didn't have any cutlery with you, so it seemed like you and Arthur would have to share that cup.

"Couple of days", you said, "four, maybe?"

"Ya think we should stick together for a while?", Arthur asked. He was hesitant to ask, still not entirely sure if you'd reject him eventually.

"If it suits you", you answered, a hint of relief evident in your voice. In truth, you had never planned it to be any other way. You wouldn't mind running around alone, but the circumstances were different now. Your stitches needed taking out, you had no spare clothes, food or money on you and your mind wasn't in the best place at the moment. You'd much rather Arthur stays by your side.

"Sure. We should go to a town, though. I ain't planning to sleep in the dirt for that long", Arthur complained.

"What do you mean? Getting old?", you teased.

"Wasn't my bones that woke up half the wild-life with them cracking", Arthur grinned.

"Fair enough...", you smiled and exhaled. The teasing felt comfortable, it's what you have known for the last weeks and in a way, you preferred that method of showing that you cared. It was easier. You didn't have to expose yourself too much.

"Strawberry shouldn't be too far", Arthur pondered.

"Sure, why not", you said. You handed the steaming coffee cup to Arthur and observed how he placed his lips where yours had been a minute ago. It had done a solid job of warming your chilled bones. "Why don't we rob a couple of fellas on the way? I'd use some money for clothes and a stay at the hotel”, you suggested.

"Ain't necessary, I got some money on me", Arthur dismissed your proposal.

"Ya telling me to rob you instead, or to just submissively accept you covering my expenses?", you asked.

"I'd prefer the latter option", Arthur said sarcastically.

"I don't plan to be in your debt, Morgan."

Arthur raised an eyebrow: "You might have saved my life earlier. This ain't about being in my debt, y/n. This is not usually how those things work, you know?" Arthur chuckled at the thought that you wouldn't accept his favours, despite...well, you weren't in a relationship yet, but he hoped it was heading in this direction.

"Fine then...Strawberry's half a day’s ride. Let's go then."

The weather was nice for a ride. The crisp air carried the lingering freshness of last night’s rain, while the sun tried its best to dry the damp grass and trees. The last wafts of mist disappeared, as the sun rose higher in the sky. You would have enjoyed the ride a lot, weren't it for the turmoil within your mind. The uncertainty of the situation overwhelmed you. On the one hand, you felt like you had to address the feelings you had for Arthur. You watched him ride, reins held casually in one hand, the other nonchalantly swaying by his side.

On the other hand, there was Micah. He had planned something. You knew very well he was in Dutch's favour, and you also knew he is a man that was willing to do whatever it takes for survival and money. Somehow, you didn't want to tell Arthur. It might overcomplicate the matter, you weren't sure how things would turn out.

"You ain't tellin' me what's on your mind, am I right, darlin'?", Arthur disrupted your thinking. The pet name made you stiffen up a bit and you couldn’t help but feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

"It’s not that important…I’m just thinking", you lied.

"I understand", Arthur’s voice was laced with empathy and understanding, "Ain't gonna pressure you."

You smiled; you were glad about that. This was new, a partner by your side who didn’t pry.

"It's just difficult to trust you, Morgan. I'm riding unarmed, I feel like I’m damn naked", you admitted with a grin, cursing that your guns were back at camp. One of those guns being Arthur's older one. Remembering this, you cursed yourself, because you had started to cherish it a lot…it had become something of sentimental value to you, and its absence was keenly felt. You saw Arthur stirred in his saddle bags before he handed you a holster and a gun.

"You carrying a whole arsenal with you?", you quipped as you secured the holster around your waist and settled the gun within it.

"Damn right, but I expect this one back, you hear?", he said with a wry smile on his face.

Midday had past when you arrived Strawberry. Arthur handed you a couple dollars, insisting you use them to get some new clothes. You agreed that a big blood stain probably didn’t give the best first impression when you tried to go unnoticed. The general store didn't offer to much of a variety, but you found a blouse you were happy with. Your pants were fine. Arthur rode ahead to the Welcome Centre, arranging a bath and a room. Arthur had convinced you to take a bath, saying it would be more sanitary to take out the stitches after your skin around the area had been cleaned.

As you entered the hotel, the clerk warmly greeted you, informing that the water had been warmed up and was ready for your use. You headed straight for the bathroom. You had to admit that your last bath was some time ago, so it did feel good to immerse yourself in warm water. The remnants of the O’Driscoll’s blood that had managed to elude your previous wash in the creek only fuelled your desire to scrub every inch of your skin.

Drying yourself off and dressed in the clean blouse you had purchased earlier, you did feel very much renewed – especially after the long ride you’ve had.

When you entered the room that Arthur had arranged, your eyes fell upon him sitting on the edge of the bed, tending to his spurs.

"Should we get the stitches out?", Arthur asked. His question hung in the air for a while and was accompanied by a sigh of resignation that escaped your lips.

"Yeah...sure,” you gave in and took a seat on the bed.

"Ya could do it yerself, ya know? Ain't that hard."

Yor uncertainty must have been evident when you glanced at Arthur. The pain of the night he had stitched you up came back. The white glaring agonizing pain that almost had you pass out and scream muffled cries into a cloth pressed between your teeth. The memory caused a shiver of unease to travel down your spine.

"I don't know...", you admitted.

"Under the premise that you won’t accuse me of prudishness and making selfish advances, I can do it for you, if yer so kind as to lift yer shirt for me", Arthur grinned boyishly, reminding you of words you had said yesterday.

You sighed and lied down on the bed, exposing your stitched scar to Arthur. You closed your eyes, reading yourself for some pain.

"You really never had stitches, did ya?", Arthur’s voice cut through the silence.

Your answer was the release of a tense breath, before you felt Arthur's warm touch on your flesh, resting just above your hip. He took out some tweezers. Soon, you felt a slight tugging sensation that was done after five seconds. When Arthur turned away, you knew he was done. There was this cocky smile on his face when you looked at him.

"You son of a bitch!", you cursed as you sat up, your voice was laced with playful anger, "Why didn't you tell me it doesn't hurt?"

"Liked yer submissive face, 's all", Arthur said nonchalantly.

You stared at him in utter disbelief.

"I'll fucking skin you alive the moment I get the chance", you mumbled, your gaze suggesting an attack any moment.

Chuckling lightly, Arthur met your threat with a playful glimmer in his eyes: "Sure, I'd like to see ya try, Missy.”

You went into attack position.

"Will ya try to knock me off my feet?", Arthur asked, hands resting on his hip. Your stance suggested you’d tackle him any moment, he found it quite amusing.

"I won't try. I will do."

"What are we betting for? A kiss?", Arthur suggested.

"Your life, cowpoke."

By now, you couldn't contain the huge grin that had formed on your mouth. This sort of friendly banter had been going on for the last couple of weeks, though the mention of a kiss had introduced a new dynamic. Memories came up from last night and how you avoided him after he had kissed until you had sorted your thoughts. It wasn't that you lacked trust in Arthur specifically; rather, it was a matter of your own guarded nature, a reluctance to place your trust in anyone.

Despite your reservations, you did feel safe around him. You gave up your competitive stance and settled back down on the bed.

"You'll have to earn that next kiss", you declared, a mix of playfulness and sincerity in those words. It was more in a manner of finally addressing the issue, than actually binding it to conditions. You weren't sure if Arthur understood that you were so hesitant, not because you lacked in desire for him, but from fear of disappointment.

"I'll do whatever you want me to, my lady", Arthur replied mockingly.

"How about some food?", you asked with a smile, "Here. That's the money I've left from my shopping tour earlier." You fished a couple dollars from your bag, but Arthur shook his head.

"Keep it, ya gonna need it sooner or later. I still got some money for dinner."

So, Arthur headed out for the general store and returned ten minutes later with enough dried meats and fruits to last you a week.

You lied down, staring at the ceiling. Now this was going to be awkward. You weren't that tired yet and Arthur also didn't seem too determined to head to bed just yet. But he still sat on his side of the bed and got his journal out.

"Ya don't mind me drawin', do ya?", Arthur asked politely and opened an empty page in the journal.

"No", you answered honestly and sat up too, "can I watch?"

"Sure", Arthur said, "'s there something specific you want me to draw?"

"Remember that waterfall we passed on the ride?"

"You mean Cumberland Falls?"

"Mhm", you nodded.

"'course", and in barely a minute Arthur had outlined the most important features of the landscape. You couldn't have recalled the scenery any better, you had not the slightest doubt that every tree was placed correctly.

Arthur took his time with the drawing because he noticed, as time went by, that your body started to slump against his. Just as he had added all the shadows he had wanted to, he heard your heavy, steady breathings. The subtle scent that enveloped you was intoxicating, and the softness of your features in the warm glow of the oil lamp fascinated him. Your features looked so peaceful and inviting, Arthur wanted to bury his head in your arms. But he resisted the urge in order not to disturb your sleep.

Slowly, he draped an arm around your shoulder, pressing you gently against him as heshifted your position from sitting to a more comfortable lying position. He halted, his heart pounding when you opened your eyes. 'Please don't flinch away, please don't reject me' he thought. But you didn't, you smiled slightly and snuggled up to him. It was at this very moment, that Arthur had felt an amount of hope he had never felt before. It was a profound sense of possibility that he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

The second day had passed in Strawberry with the soon soon to be disappearing behind the mountains. As the day before, you sat on the bed and Arthur opened his journal. You watched as his pencil wrote words that you couldn’t read. The least you could do it appreciate how handsome his handwriting looked.

"Y/N woke me early today. I thought lying low meant a break from the work and chores - but no. She wants to gather some money so she can say she followed a lead and not saved me from the O'Driscolls. We went fishing and hunting. I shot a cougar, pelt was real fine. Also some birds for feathers. The post clerk gave us a hint for a stage we can rob tomorrow."

You noticed when Arthur had finished the text, as his pencil wasn’t moving on the paper anymore and the last line he had set looked very final. You sat up a little in anticipation of a drawing: “What are you going to draw?”

“Maybe the cougar?”

You didn’t need to reply, Arthur had already started with the outline of the animal.

"Third Day of lying low in Strawberry.

We was told the stage coach is best robbed quietly. Of course, y/n wanted to just start shooting. I convinced her to use dynamite. We were done with the guards quickly and the take was ok. I also remembered a fella telling me about Watson's house. We robbed the old hag blind. She had a shotgun stored away, I offered it to y/n but apparently it’s “too uncivilized and not her style”."

“It’s rude to stare”, Arthur remarked and shot you a glance as you were sitting on the chair in the corner, “Come here.” Arthur patted the bed next to him.

“No. Stop telling me what I should do”, you said. Your tone was annoyed but Arthur knew that you didn’t mean to offend. You had been a little pissed earlier when you had a disagreement on how to rob the stagecoach, but this was different. He knew you were teasing as a way of punishing him for interrupting your thoughts.

“I know you want to come here. I’m gonna start drawing without you”, Arthur carefully arranged the pillow so you could sit next to him.

He was right. And you weren’t sure if you liked that or if you wanted to grant him this little win. You supressed a smile: “I hate you.”

“Yer doing an awful job of showing it, so I doubt it”, Arthur chuckled.

You sighed and stood up to walk over to the bed: “I did at first. But it’s harder to hate you if all I thought was despicable about you…turns out I don’t despise it so much.”

“It’s what Micah told you about me before we even met, got that right?”, Arthur said, content to see you settled next to him. He started a sketch of the view you had on the ridge when you waited for the stagecoach.

You nodded and rested your head against Arthur’s arm: “You did exceed my expectations.”

“The bar couldn’t have been too high if you believed everything Micah’s told ya”, Arthur said. He handed you the tobacco and paper and let you roll a cigarette while he sketched on. When you struck a match and a little spark flew on Arthur’s journal, he brushed it away without a care, not saying a word of or cursing you for being inattentive.

The deafening roar of thunder roused you from your slumber and startled you awake in the early hours of the morning. As you slowly gained consciousness, you wondered how the torrential downpour outside hadn’t stirred you earlier. The raindrops were big and heavy and pounded merciless upon the rooftop and the window glass.

You crawled out of bed and made your way to the window. Despite the darkness with heavy clouds covering moon and starts, you could still make out the gushes of water that were coming down the skies.

"Good thing you suggested stabling the horses", you mumbled, your words almost swallowed by the overwhelming noise.

Arthur grumbled and turned in bed, he was barely awake: "Ya coming back to bed?"

His voice was drowsy. The cold air was getting to you quickly, and you regretted leaving the warmth of the bed in first place. Turning around, you gazed upon Arthur’s form, dimly illuminated by the soft glow of the flickering oil lamp at the room’s corner.

In that moment, it struck you. This was the first time you truly realised that you shared a room - a bed with a man who you had come to trust. You liked him a lot. And despite having more than one opportunity, spending pretty much every waking hour with you the last three days, he hadn't tried to make a move. He was being very respectful, only ever putting his arm around you when the opportunity was right, but never ever pushing for more proximity. It was a level of consideration and restraint that surprised and touched you deeply. Probably because you weren’t used to it.

"Y/N it's getting cold...", Arthur mumbled, referring to the empty spot in the bed next to him. As you approached bed again, Arthur shifted to the spot you had vacated, a cold patch of linen that he now warmed with his body. Half aspleep, he pulled back the blanket, inviting you to take his still-warm place beside him.

Without saying something, and probably barely registering what he was even doing, Arthur tugged you in and then spooned you, his head conveniently finding the curve of your neck. Your heart rate picked up; you hadn't been so close before.

It was a weird sensation to have someone breath hot air down your neck, his arm was snaked around you, leaving you no room for escape. However, the coldness you had felt out of bed soon was gone, replaced by the warmness that radiated from Arthur’s body. It calmed you down. You got used to the sensation of his breath on your neck. Gradually, you grew accustomed to the sensation of his breath against your neck. Heck, you even started to like it. You tried to synchronize your own breaths with his. Soon, with Arthur’s warmth and steady breathing, sleep reclaimed you.

The white noise of rain falling was still present when you opened your eyes again some hours later. You had turned onto your back; Arthur wasn't spooning you anymore. When you turned your face to his, his eyes tiredly blinked back to you. You wanted to sit up, but Arthur quickly caught your arm and held it: "You ain't dragging me out of bed so early today."

You looked out of the window. The sky had turned grey, and the rain was still falling.

"Wasn't planning to...", you mumbled.

After what felt like an eternity of lying still and counting the boards on the ceiling, you turned your face to Arthur. He was lying on his side, turned towards you. His eyes fluttered open as if he had felt your gaze on him. He watched you as you shuffled closer ever so slightly. You weren't even sure what was it that pulled you closer to him, but with your heart pounding relentlessly, you finally closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips met tenderly for a very slow and drowsy kiss. Arthur savoured every second of it.

Unconsciously, his hands wandered up to your face and he halted only a moment before he would have cupped your cheek. He wasn't sure if you'd want that. But he did feel a bit awkward when the kiss ended, and his hand lingered in the air over you in an unaddressed manner. Your cheeks were clearly flushed, and Arthur's eyes showed hope and surprise.

"Your beard needs a trim", you commented sheepishly.

"Yes ma'am", Arthur replied, a smile forming on his lips. This time, he was the one who closed the distance, finding the courage to place his hand on your cheek, cupping it gently. The second kiss was longer and more passionate. You had no intention of backing out. It felt like having your first kiss all over again, with the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

It was over sooner than you hoped, but Arthur went on to pepper your cheeks and neck with little kisses, his beard tickling quite a bit in the process. Then he stopped and simply lied down in his initial position, next to you on his back. Though your hand found his and held it loosely, just to ensure some touch between you.

"Sorry I wasn't ready sooner", you said.

"What are ya even talking about?", quipped Arthur.

"Just...making you wait and all tha-"

"You didn't make me wait", he quickly established, "Who said that I was ready? I wasn't ready either. Hell, I don't even know if I was ready now because my brain feels like it has been smashed on a wall. And I have you to blame you for that!"

"You do know how to make a lady feel special", you chuckled.

"Sure", Arthur snorted, "keep tellin' yaself that if that means I get to kiss ya again."

You grinned sheepishly, sat up and leaned over Arthur to give him another kiss. It just felt so safe to do it. The way he still held your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb. He was entirely at your mercy, his blue eyes scanning your face the moment you moved away, pleading for another kiss which you readily granted.

"We won't ride back to camp today, huh", you said after a while, watching the rain.

"No, no use for that. We'll just drown in mud."

When you got out of bed, Arthur hurried to get his pants on, leaving you to guess what that haste was all about. The welcoming centre, as it so happened, was filled with a bunch of people. Your room neighbour and two other men who had found refuge from the storm here at night. Breakfast was shared and someone had brought a deck of cards. You and Arthur mingled with the group, playing Poker and Blackjack pretty much the entire day. Sometime after lunch it had stopped raining. Before evening, the sun was coming out from behind the clouds.

It was later decided that you'd head back to camp right now, traveling through the night and probably arrive early in the morning. There'd almost be a day between you and Arthur coming back, as not to raise suspicion that you spent the time together. You walked to the stables together, boots covered in wet soil when you said:

"At camp...you know that we can't..."

Arthur sighed and lit himself a cigarette: "I know. Micah's the problem, isn't he?"

"He'd kill us both if he found out", you mumbled, a hundred percent believing the words you had just said.

"Would rid the world of some filth for sure", Arthur joked and earned an arm slap.

"Didn't mean you, darlin'. Yer an angle", he teased.

He then watched you saddle your horse. You checked if you've got the money. Hunting, robbing and gambling had brought you a take of almost 200 dollars, enough to count as a solid lead and to excuse your long absence.

"See ya tomorrow", you said.

"Don't get yourself killed on the ride back."

"Mhm", you grinned, "You neither. Without me protecting you."

Arthur had the most beautiful smile, you realised. He had grinned and shook his head as response to your answer. It made you unbelievably happy. And then you rode off.

When you rode up to Clemen’s point, it was Charles on guard duty. You acknowledged this with relief, because out of everybody, he'd not be someone to plague you with questions.

"Y/n, we worried about you", he said, his voice laced with true compassion.

"Yeah...I'm fine", you smiled awkwardly.

"Where've you been?", he asked so innocently, a question stemming from pure curiosity.

"Ehrm...out and about. Hard to explain, really..."

"When's Arthur coming?"

"What?"

"Arthur. He was with you, wasn't he?", Charles asked. The innocence seemed to be replaced by an air of knowledge. He knew, somehow, he knew. You were aware that he was a great observer...but this good?

"I...don't know", you lied. But seeing Charles' raised eyebrows, you sighed in defeat: "He'll be back by tomorrow morning."

Charles nodded in acknowledgement.

"Guess I figured out why you had a change of heart", he said with a smile. It was a subtle hint towards your changing attitude at camp.

"Mr. Smith", you grumbled warningly.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But you should come up with a proper excuse, because Miss Grimshaw is furious you disappeared."

Turns out that not even 200 dollars could get you out of a scolding. You had to hear all of it. Sneaking away, disregarding your healing process, not being present to support the gang. Anyone who walked by or overhead your scolding was quite sympathetic. Even Dutch patted you on the shoulder when he walked you over to the donating box and watched you put the money inside.

To make up for your days away, you were put to work immediately. You had to help manage the horses and soon were sent off to a mission with Micah. It’s safe to say that when Arthur arrived at camp in the afternoon, you were exhausted from a night without sleep and a day full of work. It left no time to catch up with Arthur or asking him about his travels. You overslept the next morning, missing the little window which you usually shared with him, talking about your day and drinking coffee.

You weren’t sure how you had imagined it, but there was barely a minute in which you and Arthur were alone. And then, suddenly, events started to happen one after another. You went to town with the boys, found it deserted and one minute later you had the brains from the Irish boy all over your face. You had barely returned and helped to bury his still warm body, when the message spread that Jack had been taken by some Braithwaites.

When more guns were needed to get the boy back, you offered yourself willingly, fuelled by rage. You loved Jack. You had played with him so often that the thought of him gone was sickening. You understood Abigail’s fears and yet you tried to be somewhat restrained, because Micah was there and he’d certainly frown at your behaviour. But there was no Micah at the manor, so when you still kicked in doors after the place had caught fire, Arthur was suddenly by your side, urging you to leave the house.

“We sure he ain’t here?!”, you said, still ripping open closets.

“Yes. Come on, y/n”, Arthur put a hand on your shoulder and guided you out. Maybe, if he hadn’t been there to collect you, you would have been buried in the rubbles of this place with the wretched mother.

Then you moved to Shady Belle.

Jack was back with you within a week. You helped Grimshaw and Arthur to get Tilly back and stabbed the Foreman when Arthur didn’t deem it necessary.

“Tilly wanted him to tell his stupid gang-“

“His corpse will tell enough”, you answered.

Then Arthur was busy with the mayor, with robbing a boat, and finally, Shady Bell was attacked by the O’Driscolls. You watched in awe as Sadie butchered more O’Driscolls than you managed to get in front of your guns.

The only time you and Arthur had some time alone away from camp is when he had you tag along to help the Indians.

It was a young man named Eagle Flies who greeted you on a hill with a nice view on the oil factory. “You came”, he stated.

“’course I came. Said I would”, Arthur mentioned as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You took a friend with you, I see?”, Eagle Flies looked at you a bit sceptically.

“She’s back-up”, Arthur explained.

“Hope we won’t need that”, Eagle Flies commented before he explained to Arthur what he needed to steal.

You were left behind with the native as Arthur hid in the back of the waggon to sneak into the place. You didn’t say much, only listened to a couple of words he told you about the situation he and his people was in. Barely half an hour later, Arthur was back with the papers he was told to steal.

You hurried up to Arthur’s room, using it as an opportunity that Micah wasn’t at camp and everybody else was busy with planning the details of the heist. You intently knocked on the door.

“Yes”, Arthur replied. He knew that it wasn’t Marston or Miss Grimshaw, because they never had bothered to knock. But when he saw you come in and swiftly closing the door behind you, his shoulders relaxed and his lips curled into a smile. “Y/N”, he breathed, relieved to see you and happy that this meant you had a moment together, alone.

“Hey”, you replied briefly, “Are you okay, Arthur? Are you sure about this bank heist?”

Your uncertainty irritated Arthur, but he’d try to reassure you that they had a plan. You had been assigned to stay at camp and to take care of the rest of the people, in case anything went wrong.

“It’s Hosea’s planning and I trust him when it comes to things like that”, Arthur said.

“I have robbed my fair share of city banks, and it always ends with half of my partners dead or captured”, you said, your shoulders slouching. You hadn’t been able to think about anything else since the idea had first come up.

“It’s risky, sure. But I think we are prepared”, Arthur nodded and looked at you. Arthur felt how uneasy you were though it had been some time since you last had intimate contact, Arthur gently pulled you into a hug. You wouldn’t have admitted it if he’d asked, but you had needed this. Carefully, you nestled your head against his chest and felt his hands roam your back, caressing it.

“If this works…we’ll soon get some more time for ourselves. Thing’s have been happening so fast the last weeks…”, Arthur murmured. It didn’t go unnoticed how you pressed Arthur tightly in your arms, your fingers dug through the clothes and into his flesh. There was this sense of fear in you, and despite his reassuring words, you couldn’t quite shake it. You had to push yourself away and stand on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

“What was that for? Good luck for tomorrow?”

“That was for me”, you answered cheekily, a smile appearing on your lips.

Despite preparations, despite it being Hosea’s plan and not Dutch’s…it went wrong. Arthur didn’t dwell on it for long, he was occupied with surviving and getting off the damn island. He had lost a sense of awareness of how long they had been gone, and was eager to rejoin the gang, yearning to see your face again. He hadn’t thought about it…no he hadn’t even considered it that you might not be there. His gaze scanned the crammed room and he only mumbled your name out of fear of finding out something has happened.

It was Miss Grimshaw who spoke up: “Miss y/l/n left. Shortly after Molly, a couple of days ago.”

Arthur didn’t believe it. Only after he caught Charles’ eyes which seemed to confirm it.

“A rat fleeing a sinking ship…”, Micah commented through gritted teeth, “Should never have introduced her…”

Dutch was about to express his disapproval, when the Pinkertons arrived.

-x-x-x-x-x-x

Phew, sorry if it's a bit messy. Had to cover a lot of ground to make it end on a cliff hanger =)

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gippynippyhadaskippy · 5 months

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Secrets; Mizu x mixed!fem!reader Pt. 2

A/n: Aaand we're back! This is mostly reader's backstory but we'll definitely have Mizu in the next chapter, let me know what you think, thanks <33

Warnings!!!!: Heavy Racism, Violence, Slight Gore, Heiji Shindo being a creep, Abuse

Death didn’t know her early in life, no, until the age of 7 she was happy and fulfilled.

So blissfully unaware of her surroundings and the predators that stalk it.

But it’s not like she didn’t know anything, she knew things, like how her father was a ronin who worked for Heiji Shinso; Shindo, her mother always sternly corrected her. She didn’t know where her mother came from, nobody did nor cared for that matter.

No one gave her mother a name, except her father.

They met when the ships docked by the rocky surface, the cold salty ocean sprays stinging what little she had on. He was by Heiji Shindo’s side, and they locked eyes, tired meeting tired.

Very little acknowledgement was given to her throughout her service training like she was a disgusting machine not worth looking at. The only ones that did were the prisoners and him.

He taught her Japanese, but that wasn’t what she was most grateful for,

She was human in his eyes.

“A name?” She cracks a small smile, prepping vegetables diligently, his eyes couldn’t help but admire her.

“Yeah, may I give you one?” The ronin leaned on the kitchen doorframe, his head lolling with exhaustion.

She glanced at him and set down her knife for a moment, her eyes sparkling,

“Okay, you may, but only if you tell me yours Ronin.”

He thought for half a second before chuckling,

“Deal.”

After some writing and discussion, the name was written.

“Rua,” It felt right in her mouth and she smiled brightly at him. Before she could tell him thank you a million times he pointed to himself.

“Toma.”

They smiled at each other, their hands meeting by the ink, the love pouring from their hearts.

Then another came, their joy but not so much their pride. Many nights were arguments and many conversations were had before she was introduced into the world.

“How would we hide her?!”

“I know my way around!”

“Rua, your stomach will grow.”

“No one visits me anyway, they won’t know.”

“What if I can’t protect you or him…”

“Oh him? I was thinking she would be my little warrior princess, don’t you think?”

“Come here.”

“Wait! I was joking! Hahaha, Toma! Hahaha!”

She grew and grew and grew. With a perfect semblance of her mother and father.

She knew she had a name, Airi.

Airi could write it, pronounce it, and sing it.

Toma taught her how to fight; Rua, how to do boring household things, but she also sang with her and that was always fun.

And every night for 7 years, they all ate and slept under the same roof by the fire in the basement.

Happy. Content.

They don’t know how Heiji Shindo found out, and when he found out Fowler did too.

Fowler always loved new things to discover and destroy.

Airi never forgot how they dragged Rua out of their warm home and into the pouring rain by her hair, how Heiji Shinso tried to grab Airi’s arm and pull her next to him. Of course, she broke his fingers on instinct and ran towards her mother, slipping and crying along the way.

Where was her father?!

Why wasn’t her mother screaming?!

“Mother!!” Her voice broke, ragged with panic.

A guard grabbed Airi holding her so tightly, that her small arm broke.

“Don’t touch her! It’s me! I seduced one of your Ronin, me!” Rua tried to reason with god or anyone who would listen. Then she focused on her daughter.

“Ai, it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay, I love you, I love you so so much.”

Toma showed up, disheveled, out of breath.

There were two guards on either side of Rua, his daughter in the hands of another.

Fowler and Heiji Shindo standing side by side as if waiting for him to arrive. He noticed that Heiji had three broken fingers, had he tried to-

Before he could take a step forward, Fowler held his hand up and a knife came up to Airi’s neck. Toma froze.

“I didn’t expect a man of your stature to enjoy creatures such as these,” Fowler turned to Rua and caressed her cheek. Anger boiled in the family, none of them able to do anything.

“To even bring yourself to make a mutt, very telling,” He turned to Airi, and he smirked down at her, she kicked and screamed like a rabid dog against the guard.

“Don’t you say that to my mother! You know nothing! You stupid-!”

A blow cracked her ribs like porcelain and a broken wheeze shakily made its way out of her system.

“You need to learn your place mutt, I put down rabid dogs,” Fowler gut-punched her again no doubt breaking more ribs. Both of her parents cried out in anger and frenzy. Then Fowler held up his hand again, and the knife returned to her neck.

“Let’s all calm down before you ruin my good mood,” Fowler walked over to Toma and gestured that he walk in the direction of Rua, her face bloodied and eyes swollen. “I have a proposal for you ronin, since you are the head of this… interesting family.”

“Kill your whore, or I kill both of them.”

The next few moments were a blur in Airi’s mind, the muffled hurried ‘It’s okay’s’ from her mother the long hesitation of her father, and moments later Fowler started counting down relishing in the terror.

5…

Rua lowered her head,

4…

Toma unsheathed his katana,

3…

Airi’s eyes widen, her mind barely catching up,

2…

The blade raises, and her voice escapes her throat screaming for him to stop, her mouth covered in blood,

1…

Then it cuts, and something rolls to the ground.

Lighting strikes.

The girl collapses.

…

She and her father lived under Fowler, the relationship strained and pulled at heartstrings, stepped on eggshells; Feelings. So many fought over feelings. Yet they were family, all they had left. She put her household skills to use after Shindo suggested she could always be used for something else. Years passed by.

She grew and grew and grew again.

But she didn’t feel like Airi anymore, that girl died with her mother.

Her father never stopped training with passion, that was a constant. Sometimes she thinks he trains her with so much frevor because he thinks she could kill Fowler, maybe she could. Maybe she’s always wanted to. Many unspoken things pass between them, it’s almost telepathic.

Fowler took an interest in her after seeing the girl train, interrupting her lesson and ordering them to spar. Her father was hesitant to see his teenage daughter go against a fully grown man, but he clenched his jaw, unable to do anything. Fowler used her as a punching bag, enjoying her fury and fight. After that, he sparred with her every couple of days. What Fowler was surprised to see after a year was how strong she’d gotten against him, their fights nearly coming toe to toe.

“I want her to do what you do,” Fowler stated to Toma, as drank his ale, he added, “We have enough cooks and I practically trained her myself, teach her your ways, to hunt, to kill.”

Toma hardly considered Fowler abusing his daughter as ‘training’, but he gripped his tsuka in restraint. He bowed and walked out.

It took a couple years to rack up her reputation.

Her father committed Seppuku where he and Rua met.

She became Fowler's most dangerous commodity,

A new name was whispered in the streets, Black Rain.

…

You pulled on your black garments and walked out of the shrine, He already had a day on you judging by the sunlight. Thoughts of the fight replayed in your head as you dredged in the snow with a headache, trying to track the footprints. Blue eyes had a small smile playing on your lips absently.

This was going to be interesting.

A/N: Perspective change whatttt (It's gonna happen so many times be prepared lol)

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feyhunter78 · 4 months

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Among the Sun Ch 21

Description: Miguel has been practicing reigning in his jealousy, but he can't resist reminding you of your time spent together in dreams.

He is a beast, a wild creature trapped within a mortal form, and he rages, rages against the sight of you laughing so easily with Andreas, he can feel your joy, the sense of security Andreas invokes in you. It is maddening. He debates killing Andreas, debates begging the man to divulge his secrets to tell him how he inspired such confidence within you, but he knows the answer, it is time. Andreas has had many years to build a friendship, one that is not confined to the hours of sleep, not hindered by distance.

It was Andreas that was first able to touch your skin, who first heard your cries of pleasure with waking ears, while Miguel could only take you in dreams.

He could claim he was first; he had been your first. On Miguel’s fifteen birthday, you came to him, kissed him, shyly asked him if he would be the one to deflower you. He told you not to give yourself to him as a gift, that your mere presence was more than satisfactory, but you had insisted. He did not need to feign awkwardness; his only intimate encounters had been with the butcher’s daughter, who was older than him and preferred to control each encounter.

Miguel was fumbling, nervous, afraid to harm you, while you were fearful of disappointing him, anxious that it would hurt, but eager to join with him in such an intimate way. He found beauty in that, in your shared inexperience. You had looked at him as if he were a god, confused and delighted by the sounds and sensations he brought forth in you.

Yes, he can claim he had you first, he shall have to remind you of that when you arrive, to remind you that it was he who taught you all you know, his name you moaned in your sleep. He has all intent to do so, to ask if you would like to repeat the night prior. He knows you were aware of his actions, he had confessed, you had confessed, it had been an almost humorous moment, one that led to you remaining in his arms as you slept. A victory for him.

Yes, he can remind you, but when you appear in his study, hair plastered to your face by the rain, gown clinging to you as if a second skin, he finds he wants nothing more than to fall to his knees before you.

“My water nymph, how ethereal you are this rainy day.” He says, taking your hand and pressing it to his lips.

You smile at him, it’s small, hollow, and his chest seizes.

“Are you well? Peter, have someone fetch the empress a change of clothes.” He orders, guiding you over towards the fire, dragging a chair closer so you can sit. “You will catch your death of cold.”

Once Peter slips from the room, he kneels before you, holding your hands between his own to warm them.

“I am well, simply a bit chilled from the rain.” You tell him, the firelight shines in your eyes. You are radiant, radiant, radiant.

“And dare I ask why you found yourself caught in such a storm?”

“Andreas is returning home today, to be with his son. I wished to say goodbye.”

Thank the gods.

“You will miss him, I am sure.” He has been practicing his responses, tempering his anger to avoid upsetting you. “He is a piece of your home returned to you.”

You nod hesitantly, tears collecting on your lashes. “I do not wish to sound ungrateful…”

He reaches up to cup your face, wiping the tears as they fall. “No, no, you do not.”

“I thought perhaps I might marry him, when I was young.” You admit quietly, eyes downcast. “I feared you would never come, then you disappeared from my mind and all other suitors were so boorish, or old.”

He curls his free hand into a fist, willing his rage to recede.

“He was kind, handsome, my age, and we shared a history, I knew he would treat me well.”

No, it is not rage, it is jealousy, burning white-hot, scorching him from the inside out.

“And I knew I would be somewhat satisfied, not that it was quite pertinent in my mind, but it was a slight worry—”

“I have a question.” Miguel cuts you off, sliding his warm hands under your skirts, delighting in the goosebumps that follow.

“Yes?” You ask, your face, your beautiful, beautiful face wears that endearing expression, the one that tells him you’re becoming aroused before the faint scent hits his nose.

“Do you remember a mere two or three years ago when the darkness broke for a single night? It was the anniversary of my coronation, and the people had been calling for me to marry. I had such a difficult time falling asleep, and then there you were. Spread out for me, aching and needy, whining for me to take care of you.”

You shiver, your eyes darkening, and he feels your pulse skip a beat, his hands inching closer to his sought after prize. “Now that my memories have begun to return, I do remember a handsome man climbing atop me, whispering my name as he ravished me. How he begged me to finish with him so desperately.”

Your hands find their way to his hair, nails scraping across his scalp, and he shivers as well. “Can you find fault within me for wanting such a thing? You sound so beautiful when you finish, and when you finish with me? It heightens every sensation.”

You hum in response, a happy, contented sound, and he swallows hard when you spread your legs for him ever so slightly. “Such flattery, I never do tire of it.”

There is enough space for him to squeeze between, forcing your legs apart further. “Nor will it ever run dry.”

You look down at him, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. “I believe we have ruined our chances at being merely friends.”

“I have never desired us to be only so, I always desire more.” He resists the urge to compel you, to have you pliant in his hands.

“As have I…” You admit, hands moving from his hair to his horns, seemingly finding them a suitable handhold. “I desire more.”

Your arousal hits him full force. “All you must do is ask.”

You tighten your grip on his horns and drag him forward, pressing his nose against your bud, his mouth watering as you begin to grind tentatively against his face. “Please?”

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foranpo · 3 months

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CASE FILE #05 ㅤVOICES OF THOSE WHO LISTEN.

ㅤ ˖°.archieve.ㅤ ˖°.case file #04.ㅤ ˖°.case file #06. ‧₊˚.CONTENT ㅤㅤ ˖°.clients: ranpo edogawa, gn!reader. ㅤㅤ ˖°.wc: 1.440.

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“You may be very smart, but you are, without a doubt, the dumbest person I know!”

ㅤIn the room that was intended for your brother, Yosano was arguing with Ranpo.

ㅤThe house was already asleep; rocked by the storm outside the house, you and your grandmother were now sleeping, resting after a day filled with smiles and good memories, the farce you had helped create giving you nothing more than peaceful dreams and a beautiful night's sleep.

ㅤHowever, in your brother's room, none of the agents slept. Yosano tired the floor, pacing from side to side, trying to relieve some of her anger in the firm steps that filled the room. Ranpo, in turn, was sitting on the bed, watching his companion, patiently listening to all the anger she needed to expel.

ㅤ“The deal was just dinner, not sleeping here.”

ㅤ“But they need us, at least one more day.”

ㅤ“That wasn’t the mission!”

ㅤ“You know that missions change depending on the needs.”

ㅤ“And what was the need this time?”

ㅤRanpo reproached his colleague with a look.

ㅤIt's true that Ranpo was Happin-us' best agent, everyone knew it; what no one knew was that he was known for constantly changing his missions.

ㅤAlways wanting to be the best, knowing perfectly well that he could do better, Ranpo constantly changed missions, the last one staining the young agent's heart a little –because, no matter how many good deeds he wanted to do, no one is prepared for the wrath of nature.

ㅤThe loss of his client still weighed on Ranpo and perhaps that was why, on that cold night, he decided to extend his stay at your house.

ㅤ“The real client is not the grandmother. It’s them."

ㅤ“Them?”

ㅤ“Y/N.”

ㅤYosano stopped walking and looked at her colleague, doubt appearing on her face, slightly lit by the candles in the room. What did Ranpo mean by that? What arguments would he have to support his theory? No. Even if that was true, that wasn't their mission. On the paper was your grandmother's name, not yours.

ㅤ“Not oficially.”

ㅤRanpo patted the bed as he looked away from Yosano, letting the heavy rain fill the silence that fell between the two of them. He waited a while, stroking the bed sheets, watching the shadows play on the surface of the bed. And finally, he said:

ㅤ“The grandmother is about to pass away. They will need us.”

ㅤ“That’s something they have to decide. It’s not up to us to choose who needs help.”

ㅤ“Everyone needs help, Yosano,” Ranpo looked at his colleague, an intriguing gleam in his eyes. “This mission is up to us.”

ㅤ“Ranpo…”

ㅤYosano sighed loudly and sat down next to Ranpo, moving her hands nervously, looking for some strength in her fingers to calm herself down.

ㅤ“We can’t help everyone.”

ㅤ“But if we have the possibility of helping one more person, why can’t we do it?”

ㅤ“It’s against the rules…”

ㅤ“The rules help us show the way. But we are the ones who decide whether we should go through it.”

ㅤA new silence, a small howl of the wind, an endless wait.

ㅤYosano sighed again, tired of the day, the lie, the conversation. And, with her sigh, one of the candles went out, lowering the light in the room, leaving Yosano and Ranpo at the mercy of inevitable darkness.

ㅤ“How long do you plan to stay?”

ㅤThey both looked out the window, seeing trees dancing, hearing the rain falling, doing everything they could to take their minds off that old and nostalgic place.

ㅤRanpo waited a little, searching within himself for the answer to the question, trying to decipher in his soul all the answers that were hanging inside him. Still unsure of his answer, a little hesitant in his words, Ranpo responded to Yosano, making her sigh again as the small statement left his lips, tingeing the room with uncertainty and uneasiness.

ㅤ“The time needed to see them happy again.”

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A new day has emerged with hope growing in you.

ㅤFor the first time in a long time, you had slept peacefully, knowing that on the other side of the corridor was someone capable of making your worries disappear for a brief moment. Throughout the night, no noise from outside took away your sleep, your dreams being bathed by stardust that lulled you to warm lands and tender moments.

ㅤAnd now, as you prepared breakfast for everyone, you strongly believed that that day, those days that would follow, would be full of colors and memories that you had longed for.

ㅤ“Good morning,” Ranpo let his greeting slip through his yawn, his eyes watering a little from the exhaustion of a night of discussion and theories.

ㅤ“Good morning!”

ㅤYou had just placed the food on the table, sitting in your seat, waiting for the rest of the members of that house to arrive.

ㅤYou looked at Ranpo excitedly, clearly excited to see that agent, the satisfaction and pleasure of seeing him being noticed in your wide and true smile. And, when Ranpo finally opened his eyes and saw you so excited, so happy, he was ecstatic.

ㅤ“Did you sleep well?”

ㅤYou started to serve the food to yourself, your attention now focusing on old jams and pieces of bread left over from the day before. Ranpo dragged a chair and sat across from you, looking at the table, finding the courage to start eating.

ㅤ“Not really. The sounds were too loud.”

ㅤThe wind, the rain –that's what you thought. What you didn't know was that Ranpo was talking about Yosano's voice, his colleague's doubts, his own restlessness. A whole mix of internal sounds combined with the storm outside, culminating in a sleepless night with the company of his own thoughts –a true nightmare.

ㅤ“I hope you can sleep better today,” you smiled before taking a bite of the bread, chewing with pleasure, admiring the sweetness of the jam for the first time in a long time. “If you want, you can change rooms with me. Mine has better insulation.”

ㅤ“No need, thank you.”

ㅤAlways so polite, always so automatic –always so unhappy.

ㅤWhat pleasure could Ranpo derive from his life when everything he said, everything he did, was cursed by his fate as an agent of Happin-us? Every moment he experienced, every little moment he lived was controlled by his agent identity; there was no pleasure in Ranpo's life, only duty. There was no room for happiness, only obligation. Everything in Ranpo's life was limited to being an agent, without emotions, without aspirations, without anything other than eternal devotion to his cause –after all, there was no greater pleasure in life than returning smiles to those who had forgotten to be happy.

ㅤTherefore, at that moment, before a composed, although poor, table, before a company that knew the true human world, Ranpo's entire mind was covered in a thick fog that obscured his thoughts.

ㅤ“Thanks for the food.”

ㅤYou smiled between bites, your aura taking on a new color at that moment.

ㅤAlthough it was Ranpo who wore the yellow badge, the true meaning of that color, the true comfort and magic, came from you. Your smile was full of color, joy emanating from you through a simple curved line; your eyes were shining, not from tears that refused to fall, but from pure happiness; joy and satisfaction painted your face, lighting up your skin, offering you new hope.

ㅤ“How long will you stay here?”

ㅤWhen the silence was too much and enough time had passed for Ranpo to actually wake up, you decided to break the ice once again, looking for an answer to that question that made you so curious.

ㅤ“Until we feel the mission is complete,” Ranpo shrugged and decided to eat a cookie. “We don’t know for sure when that will be.”

ㅤ“But my grandmother is happy. She now believes my brother is just a car ride away. She’s fine again.”

ㅤ“We’re not just here for your grandmother.”

ㅤYosano entered the kitchen and greeted you with a smile, abruptly ending that conversation. But you didn't need to hear any more. That little statement from Ranpo was enough to make you understand the real reason he stayed at your house.

ㅤYou swallowed the piece of bread that danced in your mouth and, looking at Ranpo without any expression, you waited for Yosano to sit next to the other agent, your mind stuck at that exact moment.

ㅤAfter all, no matter how much you denied it for years, it was you; the one who made the agents stay in that house, the one who really needed help and salvation, was you.

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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Lazy Day

+18 Smut / Fluffy

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)

Synopsis: Stephen decides he needs to spend more time with the reader and make up for being such a busy man.

Warnings: Sexual content: Oral sex (Male receiving), Masturbation (Both receiving), Slight female dominance, Choking, P in V.

Word Count: 2,700k

A/N: Super fluffly and super smutty. Defender Strange being a sub just the way we like him to be. Same pair from Let Me Take Care of You and Give Me Some Attention.

As usual I would like to remind you that english is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes here and there but I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.

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It was Saturday and Stephen promised to spend the day with you. Wong agreed to take care of things for a day and as everything went smoothly, he gave in to your request. He knew your complaints that he was working too much and spending too little time with you were fair. Sometimes he felt guilty, but his responsibilities as Sorcerer Supreme weren't like any other job he could just take a vacation from.

You understood that. Your complaints were more because you missed him than because you were angry with him. You were almost never mad at Stephen, at least not really.

You admired him. You admired his work. You admired how amazing he was at everything. Could it be him being a super powerful sorcerer and protector of reality or simply a great cook and poetry reciter. Everything Stephen did was masterfully and that was beyond many things, super sexy.

Stephen wasn't in bed when you woke up. Of course, he was used to waking up very early and past 9am you'd imagine he was already freaking out from the idle time. Maybe he even slipped into the Sanctum while you slept to make sure everything was all right. You got up stretching and after brushing your teeth and doing your morning skincare ritual, you went downstairs after him.

You weren't surprised when you found him in the kitchen making breakfast. Without making a sound, you leaned your head against the doorframe and stood there for a second watching him.

He wore sweatpants, was barefoot and shirtless. His hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands falling over his face. You sighed thinking that no man in the world could be more handsome than your Stephen.

"I know what you're doing"

He said, his voice a little huskier than usual.

“I'm just admiring the view.”

You said walking to him and hugging him from behind, standing on tiptoe to place a kiss on his shoulder.

“Good morning to you too” He chuckled turning off the heat after frying the last pancake. He had cooked eggs and bacon too.

“What have I done to deserve you, Defender Strange?”

He turned to face you and held your face in his hands

“I ask the same question every day.”

He kissed your lips and it was so easy to get lost in those lips. Soon, what was just a good morning kiss became a wet, passionate kiss.

He walked away “Your breakfast will get cold.”

You smiled and helped him set the table. The two of you ate together and you found yourself thinking you had no idea when was the last time you had breakfast with Stephen. He always woke up before you, even on weekdays, when you woke up to go to work he was already gone and on weekends you could stay in bed late, he always had a reason to get up early, always something or someone who needed his attention.

“So, what are the plans for today?” You asked and he smiled.

“No plans. I am all yours. What do you want to do?”

You thought for a moment “Watch Netflix, maybe.”

He raised an eyebrow as he picked up the plates and cups

“I thought you might want to go out.”

You sighed watching him put the dishes in the dishwasher and organize everything. How could he be so perfect even in housework?

You looked out the window “It's raining! I just want to cuddle with you on the couch without worrying about anything else. That's my idea of a perfect day.”

“No sex?” He asked coming towards you and pulling you out of the chair, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe, if you behave and deserve it” You replied with a smirk.

He kissed your cheek and deliberately rubbed his beard on your neck making you shiver

“Or maybe I better not behave so you have to punish me.”

You bit your bottom lip “You're such a sub sometimes.”

He smirked “Just for you. You know what you do to me.”

“Well, I'm not complaining.” You kissed his lips, but this time you were the one who pulled away.

Convincing Stephen to watch your shows with you was a Herculean task. First, because he never had time to watch anything and when he did find time, he complained about whatever you chose.

Perfect as he was, still Stephen had a knack for pissing you off at times and you wanted to kill him when he pointed out flaws in a movie or series you liked, but as surprising as it was, he wasn't opposed to watching Stranger Things with you and soon the two of you were cuddled lying on the couch.

He positioned himself behind you with his arm tight around your waist, his leg entwined in yours. You held his hand, lacing your fingers through his, caressing and tracing the scars lightly. You didn't even realize you were doing that, but he noticed that you had a special affection for his hands and in the begining that made him uncomfortable, his hands were his weakness, but after a while he understood that that was your way of showing love for them.

Stephen was always amazed at how you could get lost in stories like that. He actually thought it was cute, although he had no interest in it at all, but seeing you jump in fright or put your hand to your mouth in surprise at some event on screen made him laugh, not at you, but for you. In a life as troubled as his, with so many responsibilities, where one mistake could mean the death of countless lives, you brought lightness to him. Moments like that kept him sane.

You were the bridge that took him to normality and as much as he thought he had given up on that when he became a master of the mystic arts and later Sorcerer Supreme, he realized how much he needed that normalcy when he met you. However, that didn't change the fact that he was bored by all that story.

Without holding back, he started kissing your shoulder, his lips moving up your neck and making you shiver. He made it a challenge: how much effort would it take to make you lose interest altogether and become interested in other forms of entertainment he could gladly offer you? He freed his hand from yours and caressed your side lightly over the pajamas you were wearing and lightly bit your ear, rubbing the beard on your neck. He knew it always worked for you and he smiled with satisfaction when you shivered at the touch.

“Stephen... I know what you're doing”

He hummed innocently and went back to rubbing his beard on you, his hand moving down your thigh and squeezing gently. You kept staring at the TV so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you give in so easily, but you were hardly paying attention to the events unfolding on the screen.

He lowered his hand caressing your ass and continued lowering it getting inside your shorts. He used the leg that was between yours to force you open wider and he caressed that warm and velvet spot over your panties. He buried his face between your neck and your shoulders and bit lightly and you sighed making an adorable noise that made his cock throb.

By then he was totally hard and made sure you noticed it rubbing his hip against your ass and squeezing you against him.

You could feel your body responding to his advances, but you were convinced not to give in and continue with that little game of yours.

He sighed heavily in your ear, bringing his hand to your breast, caressing it through your blouse and feeling your nipple hardening at his touch. “Come on baby, I know you want me. I can smell it on you.”

You felt your skin prickling at the sound of his voice and you moaned softly, deliberately moving your hips to rub his shaft.

“You are such a tease, Stephen” You said surrendering. That game didn't make any sense when you always ended up giving in in the end.

He chuckled and moved on the couch to let you lie on your back and ran his hand inside your shorts and panties circling your clit as he stared at you with those deep blue eyes.

“I said I wouldn't behave.”

You moaned softly, surrendering to his touch as he took a finger inside you and tsked

“Your body can't hide how much you want me.” He putted a second finger inside you.

Your hand went down to his hip and you touched his hard cock fully visible through his pants and smirked sly “Yours neither”

He kissed your lips and bit your bottom lip, then smoothed it with the tip of his tongue.

“Who said I want to hide it”

You bit his lip a little harder.

He moved his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that sweet spot and you moved your hips against his hand.

He kept his eyes on you as he increased the pace. He loved watching the expressions of pleasure on your face and the sweet moans that escaped your lips. When he brought his thumb to your clit, moving in sync with his two fingers inside you, you felt your body begin to shake.

“Oh Stephen...” You bit your lip.

He smiled satisfied “Already?”

You brought your hand up to his face “Kiss me, baby.”

He obeyed by kissing you. Your tongue entering his mouth dominating him. You moaned even louder into his lips and he increased the pace of his fingers even more.

Your entire body shook in his hands and you had to part your lips to breathe.

“Oh fuck.. fuck you Stephen!”

He smiled openly watching as you revel in your orgasm, your entire body convulsing at his touch.

“All I want is you fucking me, baby.”

You sighed heavily coming down your high “You'll pay for this.”

He smirked “For making you cum?”

You nodded “For making me lose our game. I can't resist you, but I can make you lose too.”

“I am sure you can” He chuckled caressing your face.

You turned around going to him, making him lie on his back on the couch and getting between his legs kissing him intensely and went down his lips to his neck leaving kisses and bites there and continued down licking a nipple, sucking and biting and pinching the other. He hissed, enjoying the sensation and you could feel his cock throbbing.

“Baby, please... I need you.” He said grabbing your hair and lightly pushing your head down.

You smiled satisfied “Say please again.”

He stared at you biting his lower lip and pressing his hips up against you “Please.”

You hummed and moved your lips down his belly slowly. You admired his cock under his pants, it was quite a sight. You stroked it through his pants feeling it twitch in your palm.

“You're so big, Stephen. I love that”

You kissed him through the fabric teasing him and he moaned softly, moving his hips. Finally you pulled down his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock, his head already wet with precum. You licked your lips

“Look at you baby, so hard for me, needing to be fucked.”

Your taunts drove him to the brink of madness. He loved it when you talked to him like that, he loved the tone of your voice, the malice in it, but at that moment it really felt like torture and he couldn't wait any longer. He needed you.

“Touch me. [Y/N], stop teasing, just touch me. Please.”

You finally took it in your hand. You stuck your tongue out by tapping his cock on it tasting his precum. You spat on him using your saliva to lubricate it, spreading it with your hand as you slowly stroked it from top to bottom and circling the tip with the palm of the your hand.

He groaned loudly in approval.

You spat again and smeared saliva over him making him totally wet and then added your other hand. Holding it firmly at the base and caressing the tip with circular gestures making a delicious wet noise.

“Oh my god, baby, it feels so good.” His voice was almost a whisper punctuated by low moans.

You added your tongue licking the tip and he moaned loudly, moving his hips involuntarily. You ran your tongue down the entire length, giving him light kisses and jerking him quickly.

You spat at him again, increasing the pace and he groaned loudly, unable to control himself. You kept your eyes on him and it was amazing to see him surrender to pleasure like that. He brought his hand up to your chin directing you to his cock.

“Put it in your mouth. I love your mouth, baby, let me feel it around my cock.”

You smiled in obedience and put it in your mouth going as deep as you could and caressing the rest with your hand. You forced yourself to swallow it, his head slamming against your throat making you choke on him. Your eyes filled with tears. Saliva dripping from your mouth, but you kept up the pace. Taking it out of your mouth, licking the tip and swallowing it again until your nose touched his skin and soon he was panting heavily.

“Oh fuck. You gonna make me cum like this, baby.”

You took it out of your mouth smiling satisfied with your work

“Not yet. I am going to fuck you first.” You said as you wrapped your legs around his waist and put him inside you. He groaned loudly and brought his hands to your ass helping you maintain a slow but intense pace, going all the way down and then lifting your hip up leaving just his tip inside you and then lowering you going all the way inside until you feel his balls deep in your ass.

“Oh Stephen, your cock is so good. You fuck me so good”

He moaned loudly and you took your hand to his throat squeezing it and he hissed in approval.

You started riding him faster, you could feel he was about to cum and you put more pressure on your movements as you moved on top of him in circular motions, rubbing your clit in his pubic hair taking as much friction as possible. You tightened your hand on his throat, choking him, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, the sight of him fully surrendered to you carrying you to your orgasm.

“Baby I am gonna cum” You almost screamed “Please, Stephen cum with me. Cum inside me, I wanna feel your cum inside me.”

He moaned loudly as you tightened your hand around his throat even more, his cock throbbing and spilling inside you.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to your own climax, moaning sweet praises to him.

“Stephen you are so good to me, you fuck me so good. I love you so much.”

You relieved the pressure in his throat as you came down your high collapsing on top of him and pulling him to your lips.

He caressed your hair, your breaths slowly returning to normal.

"You're okay?" he asked kissing your forehead.

You hummed yes.

“I love you [Y/N], sometimes I think I don't say it enough. I know I spend a lot of time working, I'm sorry, but I need you to know how much I love you and how happy you make me.”

You lifted your head resting your chin on his chest and facing him with a silly smile on your lips. “I know, I understand, don't worry. I love you Stephen, I admire everything you do, it's just that sometimes I miss you”

He nodded “I know"

You caressed his face. The bun had given way and his hair was hanging loose and a little messy. You ran your hand through his hair “You make me so happy, Stephen. I wouldn't trade what we have for the world.”

He pulled you to his lips with a satisfied sigh and then smiled smugly “I think I'll let you watch your series now.”

You giggled “Promise?”

He smirked “For now.”

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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No Romeo

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x reader. Synopsis: You had always thought that Bradley was your Romeo but you should have known that Romeo and Juliet don’t have a happy ending. Warnings: mentions of failed relationship, cheating, heartbreak, arguments Thank you @callsign-phoenix for proofreading.

You weren’t surprised that the rain started as soon as you left Bradley’s house, it seemed fitting that after everything the sky cried with you. Your tears had dried on your cheeks, salty lines crusted below your eyes, leaving the remnants of the argument with you. It had been cloudy for most of the day and as you had run down the driveway, away from the man you loved, the heavens had opened up, torrents of rain cascading down from the sky, soaking your clothes and freezing your skin. You’d never really noticed how cold the rain was before, you were always a warm person, but as the rain poured you felt the warmth in your soul fading as if it was putting out the wildfire inside of you. Bradley had promised to love you forever, he never broke his promises, but he’d broken this one.

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“I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!” Bradley shouted, slamming his fists into the table in front of you. You jumped as the vases crashed to the floor, water and glass sprayed across the laminate floor and the flowers fell between them looking listless and pathetic against the violent scene.

“You knew what you were getting into. You knew I wouldn’t be here a lot. What did you honestly expect?” Bradley continued, pacing up and down in front of you, throwing his arms around as he spoke, his chest heaving from the effort.

“I know you do, Bradley, I understand you get deployed and you spend long days at work, but even when you are home I never see you,” you were crying now, your anger long since surpassed and the tears came as if your pain had at last condensed into a deluge of rain.

“I love you, Bradley, please don’t do this.”

“I can’t deal with you right now, I just can’t deal with any of this. Fuck!” Bradley leant against the table again, his dark eyes boring into your soul as he watched you sob. “I can’t do this anymore, this isn’t working. We aren’t working!”

“But I love you, Bradley, please, please…”

Bradley sighed, rubbing his hand through his brown locks exasperated, his forehead streaked with lines.

“I don’t love you.”

And there it was. The truth.

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The bed had never felt so cold than when you woke up that morning alone. You’d woken up alone many times before when Bradley was on deployment, but this time was different. The sheets felt cold and empty as you stirred from your sleep, rolling over to feel the crisp, clean sheets from the other side of the bed, cold from having not been slept in. You sat up slowly, calling out to Bradley, but only silence followed. Pulling on your dressing gown you made your way through your small home, the deathly silence only growing as there continued to be no sign of your boyfriend.

You fumbled with your phone on the nightstand calling Natasha to see if he crashed at her place after the bar.

Natasha’s voice was groggy and thick with sleep when she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi Nat, I’m so sorry to wake you. I just wanted to make sure Bradley was ok.”

“What do you mean?” Nat asked, suddenly sounding very alert.

“Well he didn’t come home last night, so I assumed he crashed at your place.” You picked at the edge of your nails worriedly, your anxiety building.

“No sorry, he’s not here. He left quite early on actually, he’d hardly had anything to drink. I assumed he went home to you early.”

“No. Umm no, he never came home,” the lump was building in the back of your throat and tears threatened to fall. The sound of keys in the front door made you jump, quickly ending the call with Nat and hurrying to the door.

As Bradley stumbled through the door the smell of alcohol hit you.

“Bradley, where the hell have you been? I was worried sick.” You flung your arms around him but he pushed you away.

“Get off me, woman. I was out, ok.” He moved towards the bathroom when you grabbed hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Where were you? I called Nat and she said you went home early. Where were you, Bradley?”

“I WAS WITH A FRIEND!” Bradley shouted, shoving you harshly away from him as he continued towards the bathroom. “I was with a friend, ok? Jesus Christ, I didn’t know I had to tell you everywhere I went. I’m going for a shower.” And with that he slammed the door behind him, leaving you standing alone in the empty hallway.

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“Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Penny cradled you against her as you sobbed. You didn’t want to go home after the fight with Bradley and you were in no state to drive so you walked to Penny’s. She was shocked to find you soaking wet and crying on her front steps and when you explained what had happened she let you stay for as long as you needed. She’d sent you straight for a shower and given you a change of clothes before making some hot chocolate and listening as you poured your heart out to her.

“I just don’t understand. I gave him everything and he didn’t want me. I loved him, Penny, and I still love him. I want to hate him, but I can’t.” You’d never understood how people could hate and love someone at the same time, but you did now. You hated Bradley with every ounce of your being, for using you, for hurting you and yet you loved him more than you could ever say.

“I know you do, Sweetheart, but I promise it will get better. It will take time and sometimes you will feel like you’ll never get over him but I promise you will.”

“I thought he was the one, Penny, I thought he was my Romeo.”

Penny chuckled, pulling you in for another tight hug. “Oh honey, he’s no Romeo. Hell, I don’t even know if Romeo is real, but I know you’ll find the right guy for you. He’s out there, I promise you.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your shirt. You felt a little pathetic, all your hopes and dreams had been riding on a life with Bradley and now you didn’t know what to do.

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5 months later

You smiled widely as another wave rushed in, wiping Natasha out as she tried and failed to ride the wave. She spluttered and splashed around in the water before pulling herself back up on the board with a less-than-amused look on her face.

“You told me this would be fun, I am yet to see the fun aspect.”

“Well I’m enjoying myself,” you laughed as she paddled towards you.

It had been 5 months since your break up with Bradley and you gradually began to enjoy the little things in life again. You no longer cried every time you thought of Bradley or something that reminded you of him. You’d taken more time to do things you enjoyed, which meant teaching Nat how to surf. So far you were having more fun than Nat.

Bradley may have broken your heart but he didn’t get to break you. After all, he wasn’t your Romeo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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mermaidgirl30 · 4 months

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Look for the Light Chapter 3

-Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?

When you woke up the next morning the sun was high in the sky and Joel was already awake. How long had you slept and why didn’t he wake you up to keep watch during the night?

“Mornin’,” he said in a southern accent. He was in the middle of cleaning off his hunting knife. He took a damp cloth and smoothed it over the knife, cleaning blood off the blade.

“Good morning,” you said back cautiously. Was he in a better mood than yesterday or was he just trying to be nice? You couldn’t tell either way, but you decided you didn’t want to push your luck.

“Here,” he tossed you an open can of beans and let you have the half that was left.

“Thanks,” you said as you took a bite of the cold beans. It wasn’t like having a fresh steak, but it was better than nothing. You’d probably have to start hunting soon before you both starved. Your body started to get used to the hunger. You never knew when your next meal would be. Hell, these beans were one of the best meals you’d had since you got to the Boston QZ. You traveled so many miles before getting there that by the time you arrived you were famished.

You finished off the rest of the beans quickly and set the can down next to you. It was a warmer day than yesterday, no rain in sight. There were no clouds, just sunshine. It was a nice change. You’d take the sunshine over the rain any day. You’d had enough rain in Seattle. That’s where you were from. It practically rained every day there.

“Do you know how to fight?” he asked curiously.

“Huh?” you asked confused.

“Do you know how to hold your own against the infected and people?” He was waiting for you to respond, tapping his thumb against the knife.

You had fought off plenty of infected before. People were a different story. You still had trouble with that aspect. “Umm, I mean yeah. I can hold my own,” you said as you looked down at the ground nervously.

“Show me,” his deep voice urged as he held out his knife for you to take.

You froze at that moment. He looked at you impatiently and nodded his head for you to take the knife. “I have my own knife,” you said timidly as you slid the knife out of your own pocket.

He walked over to you and shoved the knife back in your pocket. “Just take the damn knife and show me how you fight. I need to know you can defend yourself if a hoard comes through,” he said as he placed the knife in your hand.

You squeezed the end of the knife and looked up at Joel. Fear struck through you. What if you accidentally hurt him? What were you supposed to do in that moment?

Joel crossed his arms and huffed. “I don’t have all day, Aly. Show me what you got.” He motioned for you to get a move on and to stop being a coward. You took a deep breath and lunged for him, but he was too fast. He quickly moved out of the way before you could get to him.

You went for him again, this time ducking as he tried to take the knife from you. You were too slow. He stole the knife from you in an instant before you could react. “Too slow,” he said as he waved the knife in your face.

You grabbed it from him and tried again. This time you stepped up on a stump and leapt at him. He caught you before you could react and you both tumbled to the ground. The knife fell from your hand and ended up a few feet away by the roots of an oak tree. By the time you both stopped moving, he ended up underneath you and you on top of him.

You took a second to process what happened as hurried breaths came from your mouth. You looked down at Joel’s face just inches from yours. His salt and pepper colored hair was tousled in a mess. His facial hair looked so soft to the touch. You noticed a small scar right above his right eye. But what caught your attention the most was his eyes. His eyes were a pretty honey color. They looked lighter today. Almost like the color of chestnut. They were warm and golden, and you could get lost in them. Your breathing slowed as you laid there for a minute, until Joel interrupted your thoughts.

Joel cleared his throat, and you seemed to wake up from a trance. His eyes turned cold as he threw you off him. You landed with a thud next to him. He picked himself off the ground and dusted the dirt off his pants. He didn’t even offer to help you up. Asshole.

“That’s enough of that. You're slow and need more practice. If you want to survive out there, you need to learn to be quick,” he said as he picked his knife up off the ground and put it back in his pocket.

You quickly got off the ground and defended yourself. “Hey, I’ve survived out there for months so don’t tell me that I’m slow and don’t know how to fight. You’re just faster than I am,” you shouted back.

“Then do better,” he growled.

You wanted to hit him right then and there. God he made you so mad. Why did he have to be the biggest asshole to you? You couldn’t wait to part ways with him. You’d leave right now if you could.

“Come on, let’s get back on the road. We’re wasting daylight,” he said as he grabbed his gear off the ground and threw it in the back of the truck. You did the same with your gear.

Before you got back in the truck you stood at the door lost in your thoughts. What if you just left right now and didn’t go with him?

“You coming or are you gonna stand there all day?” he asked as he rolled down your window.

Joel started up the truck as it roared to life. Suddenly you were back on the road and heading west. “Where are we headed?” you asked questionably.

“We’re gonna head to the highway that’s going southwest and see how far that’ll take us. I outlined a path we can take to get to Salt Lake City. I’m not sure what the road looks like from here to there, but I’ll figure something out.”

You opened the map and looked at the markings Joel had made. There was a clear blue line marking the way, connecting the states together. You should be in Pennsylvania by the end of the night if the truck would take you that far. You weren’t sure what you’d do without the truck, but you’d figure that out when the time came.

You decided to sit back, relax and not think too much into what was going on. You had to believe this would all work out in the end. You had to keep the faith.

Chapter 4

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