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flowerandblood · 11 months

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Sweet kiss, sweet blood (1)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sexual tension, profanation, mention of the murders ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Slow burn, sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He had no idea when he began to feel that life was boring him. As he thought about it, he realized that it had been happening slowly, over the years. Year after year, he began to lose interest in the things that used to occupy him.

People came and went like flowers that sprout in the spring and wither in the fall. The indifference he felt made him feel comfortable. He felt like a black, cold hole, like a damp cellar under a house where little children are afraid to go down.

It didn't bother him. He fed on human blood, but tried not to kill his victims, unless he had to. He figured that their lives were short enough already.

At first he was out of control and couldn't remember what he was doing. He would wake up lying around dead bodies, with horror written on their faces, bitten and bloodstained. It was a terrible sight, and he usually vomited when he saw it. Then he got used to it.

He remembered clearly the night when he had been turned into a vampire. His nephew injured him during a saber duel, depriving him of one eye. The woman who treated him told him that she could make him take revenge on him.

That he will be invincible.

Drowning in pain and grief, he agreed before he thought what he was doing. The pain he felt when she bited him was indescribable. Then she bited her own wrist and kissed him, forcing him to drink her own blood.

It was over.

Alys was his lover and companion for many years afterwards. She didn't mind his antics. In killing she was even more brutal than him. He had a feeling that she was enjoying it.

She once told him that her first victim was her childhood rapist and abuser, a family friend.

She confessed to him that a person changes after something like that, and even centuries can't make you forget it.

Eventually, however, their paths parted. Her elaborate feasts intertwined with orgies and drinking the blood of virgins began to tire him. He could not bear to look at it anymore. From her perspective human lives didn't matter. She trampled them like snails that happened to get in her way, sucking the life out of them.

He, which he found absurd, did not lose the faith in God that his mother had instilled in him. When Alys wasn't looking he would take out the little Bible that his mother had given him as a gift and pray. To his amusement, the Bible did not burn in his hands, the angels did not cast him down to the abyss, although sometimes he begged for it.

He didn't go outside on sunny days, unless he had to. After his transformation his skin was as thin as parchment, and although it regenerated on its own, exposure to sunlight caused him burning pain and discomfort.

When he was forced to leave his residence for some important business he wore his top hat, black, leather gloves and a long coat, even if it was summer.

He was never hot.

His skin always felt chilled or frozen.

After he parted ways with Alys he began traveling the country alone, exploring its countryside, staying in abandoned houses, feeding on animal blood when necessary. He needed no food or drink, not even sleep, though he liked to take naps under the stars, as he had when he was human.

One day, when he returned to his tenement house which he rented with the money of a man he had killed long ago − although not willingly, because the old man had a heart attack when he bited him − he found a letter lying on his floor.

He picked it up and looked at the seal. He already knew who the sender was. He opened the envelope, unfolded a piece of paper, and began to read.

"My dearest friend,

I heard you came back to your hometown. I am glad and I hope you are in good health. I've taken up a splendid new mansion in a wonderful country estate that I'm sure you'll love. The mansion is massive, and I feel lonely without company, which I don't count as random people who live nearby. I invite you to my place, so that we can reminisce about the old times and relax together. On the other side of the card I am sending you the exact address.

Greetings, Ser Criston"

Aemond sighed, as he put the letter back in the envelope, setting his top hat on the shelf above him, slowly unbuttoning his coat. The last few weeks and months had blurred into one, he had lost complete control of the flow of time.

He didn't make new friends, especially with people, because it didn't make sense. At first he tried, even had affairs with human women, but before he knew it they were getting old and starting families, and he was moving on. In his eyes, human life flew at several times faster.

Criston had been a vampire for less than he was, turned by someone against his will. He was the servant of one of the world's oldest vampire beasts.

His master was killed and he regained his freedom.

Because of what he had been through and the terror he had known, unlike other beings of their kind, he did not kill as willingly and often, trying to appreciate the value of someone's life.

They established a close, almost brotherly relationship, but their paths diverged several years ago.

He thought a change of scenery would do him good.

He ordered a carriage for the next morning to leave before sunrise. He had been dozing all day, the curtains of the carriage he kept closed to keep out the light.

He arrived late at night. He gave the coachman a few gold coins and set off through the dark, unsettling park. The moon was high above and a thick, summer fog was spreading around him.

He passed what he thought was an old chapel and stopped for a moment. He thought he saw faint candlelight there, but he wasn't sure. He decided it didn't matter and continued on his way to the noble manor on the other side of the park.

Criston greeted him at the entrance with open arms. Aemond's face, as always, was stony and expressionless, but deep down he was glad to see him.

They passed into the living room, rich in old paintings and furniture, with a large bearskin spread on the creaky wooden floor. Indeed, the interiors made a great impression. Criston poured them wine which they drank only for pleasure.

“It may look like a shack from the outside, but it's an amazing place on the inside. I bought this property for cash from an investor nearby. Nobody wanted to renovate such a place even for such money.” He grunted, as he was shown around the rooms that seemed endless.

"And the chapel?" He asked suddenly, surprising his companion who raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't quite understand the question. Then he began to nod, as if he had remembered something and agreed with him.

“Yes, the family that lived here had a chapel that is just behind the park. As far as I know, the locals use it sometimes to come to pray so as not to have to walk five kilometers to the nearest church.” He grunted as he moved on, showing him the room he was supposed to sleep in.

The bedroom was large, with a big, ornate oak bed with an elegant, four-poster spread out in front of them, a secretary by the window, a huge, wooden neoclassical wardrobe on the right, faded wallpaper with floral motifs on the walls.

"Someone was there right now." He said indifferently, walking over to the window.

The view was perfect over the park. Beyond it he saw the small chapel building. He studied the chapel intently, but no longer saw any light coming from her windows. He thought that maybe he was just imagining it.

"Truly? Well, I don't mind. I won't set my foot there." Criston grunted, inviting him back downstairs.

They spent the night talking about the years that they had spent in seclusion, about their experiences and thoughts. Aemond thought it was a good thing that he had come to see him. He felt a little less dead, as if he had awakened from a lethargy.

When day came, he drew the curtains and lay in bed, reading a book, not wanting to go anywhere. He decided that perhaps after dark he would go for a walk around the places that Criston had told him about. The countryside was said to be calming and thought-provoking, or so he said.

He went right after sunset to the park, crossing the shore of the lake nearby. He saw a pair of swans swimming across it, and for some reason he smiled to himself. He thought that no matter what atrocities he did, no one could change the course of nature. He envied these animals the blissful ignorance they lived in.

He walked several kilometers on foot, making a great circle. By the time he made his way back through the same park to the mansion. It was completely dark and the sky was brightening again with the moon.

He glanced involuntarily at the chapel he was passing and stopped. Again, there was barely visible, warm light from her windows. He noticed that her front door was ajar.

He thought he wanted to pray.

He walked in that direction, stepping inside noiselessly. He surveyed the small room with several rows of benches and an altar and froze. In the front row, in one of the pews sat a small, delicate figure. Next to her stood a single candle which she must have brought with her. She was kneeling, bent over, not even noticing him.

Her small, slender fingers were intertwined, placed in front of her, a prayer book above them. Her eyes were closed, apparently absorbed in fervent prayer. With her black hair down, white nightgown and ruby scarf draped over her shoulders, with a warm halo of light around her head, she looked like a saint. He stared at the sight, unable to move.

Suddenly she shivered, as if she felt a sudden chill, and looked around involuntarily. When she saw him her eyes widened in horror.

She rose quickly, covering herself with a shawl, the sound stuck in her throat. Standing up, she nearly knocked over the candle that was standing next to her. Her movement brought her scent to his nostrils. He had to clench his mouth and fists to keep from throwing himself at her.

He heard her swallow hard, recovering from her initial shock, calming down slightly, though still looking at him fearfully. She didn't know what to do. He suspected that she was afraid he would rape her.

He looked down, trying to control himself. He walked over to the last bench in the row next to hers, sitting down there. He pulled his Bible out of the inside pocket of his coat, opened it in front of him and began to read.

The girl, seeing this, slowly began to relax. She pursed her lips, looking around anxiously, apparently debating whether to leave or stay. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her body tremble, saw the silhouette of her soft thighs through the material of her nightgown.

Her face and eyes were light and gentle, dark lashes and eyebrows framing her face pleasantly. Her full, pink lips turned red with horror, he could feel her blood rushing to her rosy cheeks. He tried not to think about the beating of her heart, which was pounding like a bell in his ears, and about her restless racing pulse.

Surprised, he found himself experiencing dissonance and two extreme feelings at once. Thirst was one thing, but the unbearable tightness in his pants and the heat in his lower abdomen were something he hasn't felt in years.

As she sat back in her seat, her back to him, he squeezed his eye shut, trying to control himself. He tried to divert his attention from her neck and focus on the Gospel he held in front of him.

They sat in complete silence, the only sound in the background was the quiet turning of their pages once in a while. After a few minutes he shuddered when he heard her stand up.

She hesitated for a moment as she was about to grab her prayer book. A mighty shudder went through him when he heard her soft, gentle voice.

"Would you like me to leave you a candle to read, sir?" She asked uncertainly.

Only now did he realize that ordinary people did not read in the dark. He decided that in order not to arouse suspicion he had to agree.

"Yes, if it's not a problem for you, miss." He said low and cold, looking at her intensely. He couldn't take his eye off her.

After a moment she looked at him, and he felt a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. His fangs sharpened as needles, his manhood pulsed hard in his pants. He gripped his Bible so tightly that he felt like he was about to crumple it.

He had never been so desperate.

The girl approached him hesitantly, lowering her eyes humbly, tightening the strong red material around her body, holding a prayer book to her chest.

It wasn't until she came closer that he noticed a tiny cross hung around her neck. He thought he couldn't protect her from anything.

She placed her candle in front of him, and he watched the graceful movement of her hand, her delicate, soft fingers. He swallowed hard as she pulled away, considering it a personal feat that she was still alive.

"Good night." She whispered, and he said nothing, staring straight ahead with a stony face.

She missed him, her scent more intense this time, filling his lungs again. He covered his face with his hand as he waited for her to leave. Hearing her go away, he exhaled loudly, squeezing his eye shut.

He tried to fool himself into thinking that he would never come here again, leaving her alone, letting her live in peace. He knew deep down that he wouldn't be able to rest until he had tried her in every possible way.

Until he suck into her lips, bit into her neck, drank the juices between her thighs. Distraught, he thought that this girl would be his ruin.

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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Posteriori (Yandere Idol!Shikanoin Heizou/Reader)

Alice's note, mother of Klee: Hello, dandelion anon! Mister Shikanoin is quite a smart one– can't say he's always cooperative buuuut he's interesting. I'm sure he wouldn't bother you too much! I don't think he's the type to play around with his subordinates, haha! Anyways, welcome, first recruit!!!

1k event masterlist

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You’ll never trust Alice, mother of Klee, founder of TEYVAT Productions, ever again.

Shikanoin Heizou thinks his mind functions only according to Descartes' System, which is divided into two parts: deduction and intuition. For his entire life, those two factors have never let him down. He correctly inferred that someone with his extensive criminology knowledge would function effectively as a private investigator or detective. The majority of the time, his estimates were accurate, and his fellow college students would sacrifice everything to borrow his brain for a day.

But his intuition states that this was not his destined path.

When he decided to audition to join the newly renamed "5WIRL" as its fifth member, several of his coworkers were startled. Everyone concerned went above and beyond to persuade him to go back to his studies, but he was undeterred. Heizou understands their dismay and is aware that seeing him change careers was like watching a kid forgetting their homework to play their brand-new game.

But if he is simply going to ignore intuition, what use is it to adhere to Descartes' System?

"My name is Shikanoin Heizou. I think, therefore I am" that was how he introduced himself to you.

Admittedly, your first words were not as grand.

"Come again?"

Heizou, in Thoma's words, "is not the easiest to get along with." He was Rene Descartes and you were his John Locke– the ex-detective couldn't phantom having you as his Pierre de Fermat. You have to experience something first before you gain expert knowledge of it. When you asked for more training, Heizou labeled you an a posteriori. Unlike Mister One-Take-Shikanoin here, not everyone can perfect routines on the first day. And most unfortunately not everyone has innate knowledge; some people start from scratch. And on their first day of work, some very unfortunate individuals were given Heizou's character sheet that had scarcely been answered.

Did you say "individuals"? sorry. The noun should be singular. By "an unfortunate individual", you were referring to yourself.

You're under contract for the next 5 years.

In a draw, this would be the misfortune slip. Not good enough to be good fortune, but not too terrible to be great misfortune– IF and only IF Heizou decides not to be a free-spirited prick. If he woke up one day and became an absolute menace, you would beg Itto's producer to switch idols instead. Sadly, your coworkers find solace in the fact that you are their "senior" and that you want them to feel secure because you are the first hire. They'll feel discouraged too if you let them know that you can't handle this assignment.

Some things are borne from chance or "coincidences", and if you were Pierre de Fermat or Blaise Pascal, you would've identified a clear answer as to how fate played you like a fiddle.

Based on the Law of Opinion, Heizou should at least be disliked by almost everyone. He shows up at business meetings late and on a whim before leaving when he wants to. This "detective" glues sticky notes wherever he wants and refuses to elaborate when confronted about his paperwork (which is, mind you, his progress is as barren as his attention span.) You pride yourself on the ability to read the room and empathize with others– Shikanoin is an outlier. An unplanned outlier.

Thankfully, you like to clean up every once in a while.

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"Hey dandelion, it's time to hit the hay!" Heizou crept behind you with a small smile on his face. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Want to join me for dinner, alone? I found a place that sells deep-fried pork and I want YOU to be the first person I take there."

You sheepishly eyed the mess his group forgot the cleanup. The rest of the staff looked weary but did not utter a complaint. It wouldn't be good to leave them here.

You're so hungry. But you cannot in good conscience let your friends work overtime just because Heizou tinkered with some props.

"... I'll take a raincheck on that."

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You'd think that all of those things would be enough to warrant some animosity, but no, Mister Shikanoin is a welcomed new member of 4nemo (now 5wirl). There are even times when you find yourself doting on him. Heizou appeared to be the final component of the puzzle, waiting for the most opportune moment to fit in. He assumed Aether's previous role and put into practice absurd concepts that nobody anticipated can be presented in an idol format. Court-themed performances? Murder mystery ARGs? You were amazed that he had won their hearts so readily and you didn't know he was capable of writing such a heartbreaking narrative about a fraud friend. As his producer, you were thrilled by how his "personal jury" praised him for his wit and charisma, but more importantly–

Who knew Heizou was so good at dancing?

After seeing the bigger picture, it made sense as to why the original members were inclined to add him in. He had a similar aura to the rest of the group while bringing more to the table. Heizou managed to mix his knowledge of martial arts and criminology with an idol's art form, and it's applaudable.

... Come to think of it, his debut felt like yours as well.

Not because you were moved by his joy and victorious performance– hard no. It's because, after the final song on the track list, he pulled you in front of the crowd and publicly (humiliated–) thanked you for being his assistant.

In front of 100k people.

And this cheeky jerk was grinning like he didn't know those normal people couldn't handle being seen by a massive audience.

"This is my beloved personal assistant, (Y/n)!!! Clap for them as well!!!" Heizou winked at the crowd. "My debut wouldn't be possible without them!!!"

"Aren't they dreamy?!"

And, as Arataki Itto would say, "and the crowd went WIIIIIILLLDDD!!!"

Oh, dear... You think you might faint.

…

"Phew…"

You were positively sweaty.

Nothing else mattered as your body slumped like a sack of potatoes onto the plush double bed of the 5wirl employee tour bus. Kazuha's producer humbly informed you that the more you travel, the more tolerable this nearly unbearable exhaustion gets. You believed them since Kazuha is renowned for being a quote-unquote "wandering samurai" and they had to go through multiple states to help him find some inspiration. It feels odd that you're now taking their counsel when you're normally the one giving it to them. If only you can take your own advice about taking things one step at a time. You can't, though. You were immediately strapped on an emotional rollercoaster of a life.

You barely lifted your arms from the bed and crawled for your phone. There was still a schedule you needed an alarm for, but you mostly took it to look at some cat pictures. Once you took it, however, it made you wish you just slept with abandon.

Everything you've done in your life has led you to this moment. And thankfully those experiences helped you develop thick skin cause goodness gracious–

"What is this?"

There were already multiple edits of Heizou– no surprise there– but it rarely had him as a solo performer.

It seems as though you two are the most iconic matching pair.

You closed your eyes. There are about a million expletives you wanted to scream– but your eyelids are barely keeping up. You yawned as you gently threw your phone away.

Maybe you didn't realize it– maybe you did but you were too fatigued– but you're already entrapped in Mister Shikanoin's web. This was just the start– a little snowball to whatever he had in mind.

Because from then on, the world perceived you as Shikanoin Heizou's partner-in-crime and his alone.

Ansytea: THANK YOU FOR JOINING THE YANDERE!IDOL EVENT, DANDELION ANON <33

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the-milk-monarch · 4 months

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Ezekiel and Justin + S/O, who's good at reading body language = ??

☣︎ Sorry for the late answer, Ezekiel, Justin and reading body language isn't my strong side 💀 I dun rly know how to write Justin so hopefully I wrote what you wanted-

[𝚂/𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴]

Summary: Confessions.

[𝙴𝚣𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚕]

Even though Ezekiel wasn't the perfect boyfriend material, it didn't mean he couldn't get a crush on someone.

That someone was you.

He was still somewhat out of touch with the world around him, but he seemed to be even more- "off" with you.

He could be seen around you more often than not, in hopes that he wouldn't fuck up as usual.

Most of the time he didn't even know what went wrong, since this was how he was raised and at his house no one had a problem with such things?

I also headcanon him as autistic

So he just kinda hoped whatever he did around you didn't come off as insensitive or wrong to say.

"Hey- Y/N." He looked at you as he approached, making a hand gesture that would catch your attention. "You need any help, maybe?" He asked hesitantly but keeping it cool, as if he was scared of once again being yelled at for being inappropriate. So he elaborated. "I mean- Not that I think you're weak- Just- You know- I wanna be helpful." He shrugged, looking somewhere else before returning to your gaze briefly. You had some sympathy for the boy, knowing he's just really out of touch. You didn't sense any maliciousness coming his way, so you were usually pretty kind to him "I know, don't worry. You're fine." You said calmly. "Sure, I could use some help."

You noticed that Ezekiel was also bit more chatty with you than with others.

And, well, he watched his mouth a lot more too.

He usually had a pre-planned response to start off with talking to you.

He still tried to learn to not be as insensitive around other people, but it was really visible to you that he tried to be extra careful with you around.

That made you think a little- Why?

So one day you decided to get some answers.

Usually it was Ezekiel approaching you first, but this time you decided to turn it around. "Hey, Zeke?" You calmly and friendly tried to get his attention. "Huh?" He got thrown off of his thoughts as he heard his name being called. "Oh. Y/N- Hey. What is it?" He turned his focus on you, a bit curious. "I have a question for you, if you don't mind." You tried to be as casual as you could, not wanting to scare him off. You just wanted to have a friendly chat and perhaps confirm your thoughts about him. "Uhh... Okay. Just not anything hard, alright?" He looked at you now more curious but also slightly worried of what the question would be. You giggled slightly at his choice of words, which made him tilt his head a bit. "Well- It's not a math equation. I was just curious-" You start off gently. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've noticed you're a bit more careful around me than others." You don't sugarcoat, but you try to not sound as if you're mad or accusing him of something. "Uh..." He stopped for a second, thinking what to respond. You weren't supposed to give him a hard question! "...Is that wrong?" He tilted his head even more, a bit confused why would you ask about that. Did he do something wrong again? "Oh, no, no-" You quickly reassure him. "No, I actually kinda appreciate that-" "But I also didn't want you to- you know, stress out around me." You elaborate. He blinks once as he processes what you said. "...I mean- It's not that I'm afraid of you, ya kno-" He explains himself a little, although you can see a bit of anxiousness seeping in from his behavior. "But sometimes it seems that whatever I do is somehow wrong, so I don't want you to be mad at me or somethin'." He kicks dirt on the ground a little to release some stress as he keeps his hands in his pocket, still not showing that he's bothered, except avoiding eye contact. "I won't be mad at you for something that you say without bad intentions. I mean, hey, everyone makes mistakes, right?" You try to lighten up the situation and make some wiggle room for him so he doesn't feel as if he's being interviewed. "I guess so-" He looks at you briefly, now visibly less worried. His body language wasn't really telling, but your deduction skills told you that you were in the clear, without making him too uncomfortable. However, you decided to ask a bit more risky question after that. "So... Is there a reason why you feel the need to be more careful around me?" You tried to gently probe an answer from him. He stopped for a second, as if caught doing something bad. "Uhm..." He started getting a bit more uncomfy, now visibly looking away from you. You awaited calmly for his answer, trying to be as non threatening and open as possible. If you were to tell the truth, you kinda suspected Zeke might have caught a small crush on you. Of course you weren't 100% sure, and you really hoped that you read his subtle signs right. Otherwise this situation would turn awkward really quick. "Well- You're just the nicest to me, ya kno? ... I really don't want you to hate me." He spoke with a bit hesitant but honest tone as his gaze fell on the ground instead of your eyes. You smiled softly and sympathetically, seeing how much he valued your opinion about him. "You don't have to worry about that- I like you, you know." You said with conviction. He paused for a moment before nodding. His eyes that were covered by the brown hair looked at you for a moment, holding the short eye contact. "... How much?" He dared to ask. He just stood there, as if asking a normal question, but still awaiting some sort of possible bad reaction. He got you a bit dumbfounded, but since he answered all of your questions so nicely, you decided to return the favor. "Uh... I guess a decent amount-" You shrugged, showing a bit of coy smile.

"Like, just a friend, right??" He continued asking, piercing you with his gaze that needed answers. His tone didn't indicate any need or hope for your connection to be deeper, but his look was obvious. You stopped for a moment, before finally having to answer the hard question. "As a friend, for sure!" You started off. "But- if you wanna- dunno, get to know each other closer one day- I don't see an issue with this either." You finally said the words that could possibly take a big to your pride with rejection. He paused. Tilted his head. And then spoke. "Wait- You mean like- You wanna get to know me closer?" He asked, still not believing your original statement. "To be fair I never had a best friend..." He obviously assumed you meant it as that. He put on a thoughtful expression, thinking about it, which made you wanna expand on your words. "No, I mean- As partners. Dating." You elaborated, awaiting his reaction. His expression remained calm as he was processing what was said to him, until it finally clicked and his eyes went wide. "Oh." He only managed to say. "Okay- Wow, huh." His surprise was very much visible. "Yeah, that would be- That would be cool." His words were slightly flat per usual, but you could see both the shock and relief emitting from him.

Be patient with this boy, he still has some figuring out and learning to do.

If you're really determined to date him, be prepared to be the one to lead the hard situations (like the mentioned confession) by yourself, at least at first.

[𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗]

When Justin started to hang around you more, you knew something was up.

He's good at (and known for) using his good looks to get what he wants, whether it'd be simple adoration or help with the challenge.

It started with with him just trying to make a small talk.

You didn't mind, as long as he wasn't trying to use you so he could stay lazy.

"You know, you're not half-bad. I mean, nothing compares to my beauty of course, but..." He gave you a backhanded compliment. "Wow, that's big coming from you." You said half-sarcastically, but in a lighthearted way. "Oh, yeah, I know." He smirked handsomely while fixing his hair with one hand.

Unlike what you expected, he didn't really try to woo and use you.

He might have merely suggested it one time, but if you didn't budge then he stopped doing that.

Well, trying to use you that is, he was still kind of trying to woo you.

You noticed Justin was behaving a bit differently around you than with others contestants.

He was casually giving you "compliments", which was weird, because usually he was focused only on himself.

He thought he was clever by "slowly pulling you in" to like him, like other contestants.

He wouldn't have to disclose his attraction to you then, and instead you'd do it first.

But you didn't bite the bait.

You had a suspicion that he wanted you to do just that.

And you were curious if he was determined enough for your attention to come to you himself.

So finally, after some time, he got frustrated with his last failed attempt.

"Y/N-" He whined dramatically, with a given up tone. You turned his head towards the pathetic sound. "Are you really not affected by my beauty? Is this face not worth your attention?" He looked at you, combing his hair in a truly despaired manner. "... What do you mean?" You raised your brow in half amusement, already knowing what he refers, but you tried to remain neutral. "All this time I've been trying to get you to confess your true feelings for me, and you're still so stubborn..." You couldn't help but chuckle at his visible attempts to... confess to you? gaslight you so you'd do it?? "Well- Have you tried doing it first?" You turned the question on him. That shut him up for a second, after which he quickly regained himself into more graceful posture from his grand acting. You heard him sigh. "Well- If I have to." He cleared his throat and started. "Y/N, if you'd confess your attraction to me, I'd accept." You rolled your eyes at his attempt to keep his pride, but you gave him some brownie points for at least somewhat owning up to it. You copied his acting with clearing your throat and responded. "Well, Justin, if you'd do that, I'd be up for it."

He'd appreciate your keen senses of figuring people out on the competition btw.

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Would you ever write what would happen if Quaritch managed to kidnap Spider the Cat's in the Cradle? One shot, headcanons, anything

To recap: Spider and Quaritch had their meeting at the waffle house, only in this AU the police never show up to carry out their sting operation. The next day, the genetic testing comes back negative (meaning Q still looks extremely guilty in Regina's death). He kicks the plan into action the next day.

Spider had been nervous all day. Quaritch had said the results were due soon. It could literally be any minute now. He pushed off from the school parking lot on his skateboard, not even bothering to collect his homework from his locker. He pulled out the burner that his dad gave him, even though he knew he shouldn't text and skate. He checked, but there were no new messages. He rolled the familiar route down Wisteria avenue and tried to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him maybe he hadn't heard yet because it hadn't gone their way.

Before he could dwell too much on the matter, the low hum of an engine behind him made him look over his shoulder. He shouldn't have been surprised to see his father's car pulling up behind him, but he was. He kicked his board up and walked over to the driver's side tinted window. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking around inconspicuously as the window slid down. "Did you find out? I thought you were laying low?"

Straight away Spider could tell that his dad looked... different. Tense. "What's... wrong?"

"Get in kid and I'll explain."

It was then that Spider noticed the passenger seat wasn't empty. Lyle Wainfleet? What was he doing here? The whole situation was screaming something at Spider, he just couldn't figure it out. His brain seemed to have frozen, unable to make the connection which in hindsight, was obvious.

He took a step back. "What's going on?"

"Get in, and I'll tell you." For the first time, his dad looked at him properly. His eyes softened and there was something that looked suspiciously like a plea hiding behind them. "Come on," he said more gently, more reassuring.

Every fibre of his being was telling Spider that this was a bad idea, but he didn't have the capacity to act on it. He swallowed his nerves, shook his head and opened the back door. Once he was inside the Bugatti, Wainfleet turned around from the front and threw him a grin. "Alright kid? How you doing?"

"Fine..." Spider replied wearily. "I kind of wanna know what the Hell's going on though." Quaritch had already pulled away and they were moving through the streets at a speed that definitely wasn't legal. "Did the results come back?" His heart was starting to sink in his chest.

"Lyle turned back around to face the front, and let Quaritch answer. "Sure did, kid."

Okay... Spider waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't. He was starting to stress now. Why was Quaritch being so weird? If the results were negative, they'd deal with it. What was all this cloak and dagger? "And...?" he prompted, heart pounding.

"Spider, I need you to listen very carefully, and I need you to be cool, okay?"

Spider flicked his gaze between Quaritch and Wainfleet, neither of whom were facing him. He never put his seatbelt on so he moved to the middle of the car and tried to gauge Quaritch's face for himself. "Okay," he said, trying to calm himself down as he said it.

"The results were negative. She didn't have Osteogenesis imperfecta."

Spider's breathing was coming faster and faster. He tried to wrangle control. His mind was spinning. Sure, he'd said they would deal with it if this happened, but now that it was fact, Spider wasn't so sure. Regina had died, and it wasn't due to a rare condition mimicking abuse. Someone had done that to her. "Okay, fine. Stop the car and we'll figure it out."

"This is the part where you need to stay cool, Spider. We're taking a roadtrip."

"What do you mean?"

Wainfleet looked very obviously over at Quaritch. "What do you mean?" Spider repeated, more forcefully this time.

With no response from Quaritch, Wainfleet turned back to Spider. "I'm gonna ask you once to put your seatbelt on."

"No, I want you to take me home." Spider stared right back at Wainfleet.

Wainfleet sighed. He looked resigned to something. Spider's throat had started to tighten. Not now, he urged it silently.

"Okay," Wainfleet sighed under his breath, and for a moment Spider thought he was agreeing to the request. Next moment however, the man turned around to the front and opened the glovebox. He started fiddling around with something and Spider leaned forward to see what-

He scrambled back against the seat, eyes wide as he took in what Wainfleet was doing. A cloth and a bottle. The car was on the highway now, but Spider wasn't thinking. He grabbed the door handle and began pulling in vain. Quaritch had locked it, of course he had. If Spider hadn't been so panicked he would have had time to chastise himself for falling for the same trick twice. "Pull over!" he yelled at Quaritch.

"Kid, calm down," Wainfleet tried to reason.

Spider just stared at the way his dad kept driving, not lifting a finger, ignoring everything Spider was saying. "Dad!"

Wainfleet began to reach back towards Spider. "Get that the fuck away from me!" Spider shouted, blinding panic consuming him up from the inside out. He tried to get the attention of his dad again, to no avail. "Dad!"

Wainfleet was reaching fully back now, his torso half in the back, forcing Spider into the very corner of the car. He hit the marine's arm away, but Wainfleet simply transferred the cloth to his other hand and lunged forward, leaving the passenger seat and wrestling Spider in the back. It wasn't much of a fight. Wainfleet was over six feet and at least three times as wide as Spider. Even with both hands, Spider couldn't grapple the man away far enough to prevent the cloth from covering his mouth. The last thing he remembered saying was yelling for his dad to stop Wainfleet.

He tried as hard as he could, but neither his tears nor his screams were enough, and eventually the stench of the cloth filling his lungs sent his limbs limp and his brain down into a deep sleep.

#avatar modern au #miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #avatar the way of water #corporal wainfleet #atwow #avatar 2 #recom quaritch #the cat's in the cradle #my stuff: alternate ending #colonel quaritch

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 10 months

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wishing the wonderful @flowercrowngods the happiest of birthdays 🥳🫶🤍 fair warning this quickly turned from 5k to 10 🙈 i hope it's not too boring 🤞 i tried my hardest to give you the angsty fic you asked for but i don't think it's my forte 🤷‍♀️ anyway happy birthday darling i hope you're having the best day 🤍

Steve's birthday started the same as all his birthdays had for as long as he could remember now; waking alone in his big old, empty house. Not that he could say he minded. His first ten birthdays had been pretty perfect, but his eleventh birthday changed everything. The only thing he'd asked for was a birthday sleepover with Tommy and his new school friends. It was all going amazing until late into the night, he and Tommy were laid awake, Tommy was telling him about how he was nervous to kiss Carol for the first time, when somehow, in a way Steve couldn't really remember, one of them had ended up suggesting that they practice together.

They'd snuck off to the airing cupboard across the hall so their friends wouldn't see, what they hadn't considered was getting caught by Steve's parents. His mum hadn't said anything, just left quickly, leaving his dad to glare at him with that creepy polite smile he always had whenever Steve was going to get it as soon as they were alone. And he had, as soon as the house was empty, his dad yelled and yelled and yelled; about how kissing boys was unacceptable, how it was a sin, "Harrington's are family men, Steven!" A direct quote from the serial adulterer.

It went on for two whole days, and then they never spoke of it again as though it'd never happened, but Steve wasn't allowed another sleepover nor was he allowed over to any of the other boys houses; which was how by his late teens he only had Tommy and Carol left as friends, they were the only ones who truly knew what went off in his house. And his birthday's hadn't been a big deal ever again, half the time his parents hadn't bothered to even be in the country; not that it made any difference to Steve, a birthday without their presence and constant judgement was already a happier day.

His alarm clock blaring pulled him from his musings back to the present. Not that he'd really needed the alarm, he rarely slept these days; it was more like a series of naps interspersed with part memories, part overactive imagination-induced night terrors. He poked an arm out of the covers, flicking the switch on the clock, yawning and stretching; feeling the pull on his freshly healed wounds. Clambering out of bed and scratching lazily at the stubble on his jawline as he headed into the en-suite; flicking on the stereo as he passed by just for something to fill the void.

Holding Back The Years was just beginning, as it often was these days. The one nighttime DJ who'd bothered to stick around seemed to think the song said "holding back the tears, because nothing here is gone." Idiot! The moron had some whole elaborate deluded idea that the song was some kind of metaphor to do with living with the aftermath of the quake or something, repeating the same nonsense every morning like if he kept saying it his theory would become true.

Steve, however, had actually listened to the lyrics and recognised Mick (Hucknall) as a kindred spirit. He heard the pain of a child longing for parents that loved him, felt the pain for his younger self deep in his soul. He'd long since accepted that he'd never have that, that they'd had him solely for their image and let him go as soon as he didn't fit, but the song tended to just rip open the wound every time he heard it.

He turned on the shower, biting down hard on his lip to stop it quivering, testing the temperature with his hand and stepping under the spray. He knew they weren't worth being upset over, but it didn't take much to tip him over the edge these days, and he was very much hoping, as he had every morning, that this ritual he'd started would wash away the deep-seated sadness that he seemed to have stuck in his chest since the day they'd fought and lost.

In a weird way his life was better now, sure he had flesh eating creatures and an alternate universe, but he also had people who loved him, people who appreciated him and depended on him. The scars of his shitty past didn't matter any more, not in the face of actual scars, not when the monster hunting them down was still out there, not when the people he loved needed someone to protect them.

He made quick work of washing his body, still gentle around his wounds. Eddie's exquisite sewing skills had more than done the trick at the time but all the strain he'd put on his body getting the five of them out of hell had ripped new holes into his skin and made a bigger mess than the bats ever had; it was only when he collapsed in the ER that any of them had even noticed he was bleeding again, the nurses had patched him back together, but his body was still tender.

Just as he was shampooing his hair, the song changed again, only just about hearing Cyndi Lauper over the patter as he applied his conditioner. "If you're lost you can look, and you will find me, time after time", fresh tears quickly blurred his vision. Max.

They'd been told off for the fifth time about having too many people visiting at once, Wendy threatened to never let any of them step foot in the building again, and they believed her too, just as the adults who still had jobs and needed to work had finally accepted that the kids could be there to be with the wounded in case they woke up. Nancy had sighed heavily but resigned herself to the job, not that it had taken her long to set up a visiting schedule; ten minutes of leaning over bits of paper with visiting times, days people could chauffeur, work and volunteer schedules, working out who could sit with who and when and she'd had it all figured out.

They were just getting into the swing of things when El had snapped, hurling a plastic chair into the hospital wall, blood pouring from her nose, sucking in breaths like she'd just run a marathon before actually running from the room. Steve hadn't seen it happen, just heard the commotion through the wall and came running. No one had wanted to go after her; Mike, Dustin and Lucas all looking between each other like they were psychically discussing who'd drawn the short straw.

Steve didn't bother to wait to find out what they'd decided, he'd just chased after her, finding her curled up in a ball in the corner of the corridor. He hadn't known what to say at first, "are you okay?" seemed like the dumbest question ever given the state of her. Plus he'd seen the two of them together when they'd had their day trip to the mall, he knew she was far from okay. He'd just knelt down beside her and wrapped her tightly in his arms when she'd mushed her face into his chest, stroking her back and rocking her slowly.

Using his well versed technique of 'What Would Robin Do?' he asked what had happened. She just looked up at him with big sad eyes, a sob catching in her throat, her face crumpling as she'd broken down. Telling him that she couldn't find Max, that she'd been trying ever since she'd restarted Max's heart (with her mind!) but that she couldn't find her. She'd made him promise not to tell the others and as soon as he agreed, she'd promptly burst into uncontrollable sobs before he'd even had a chance to ask what that meant. All he could do was hope that Max wasn't either gone forever; or worse, stuck with One, enduring unimaginable torment.

The song had changed again as Steve switched off the water, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel securely around his waist. Switching on the tap to run a bowl of water and grabbing the shaving foam and his razor from the medicine cabinet; glancing as quickly and as efficiently as he could in the mirror, doing his best to avoid his own reflection. He knew he looked rough, he didn't need confirmation. The scars around his neck were gnarly, his eyes were bloodshot with thick black bags underneath, his hair limp and uncared for, obvious even fresh from the shower. Ugh!

He let Billy Ocean's soulful voice wash over him, focusing on making neat lines in the foam and trying his best not to nick himself. It wasn't a song he'd heard before, but he liked it, the tune was gentle, he found himself swaying slightly, waiting with the razor poised, "I always stop and think of you especially, when the words of a love song, touch the very heart of me". Huh!

He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, he was going to be late if he didn't get a move on and the less he thought about love songs making him cry, the better. The song ended, and the DJ signed off letting the commercials play. Steve headed into his bedroom, half-heartedly blow-drying his hair just enough to stop it dripping down his collar, throwing on his jeans and sweater.

Flicking off the radio, he jogged down the stairs, clicking the red flashing button on the answering machine as he passed the telephone table on the way to the kitchen to throw some bread in the toaster. The last time he'd seen Joyce, she'd made him promise that he'd eat, so he was eating, dry toast wasn't his favourite thing in the whole world, but it was nourishment.

Beep. "Dingus!" Robin whispered into the phone, causing Steve to grin, "it's one minute past twelve, so I can officially say Happy Birthday! Okay, that's all I wanted. See you later, love you." Beep.

Beep. "Steve-o! Happy Birthday! See you later, man!" Beep. That kid, Steve thought shaking his head fondly to himself.

Beep. "Happy Birthday, Steve!" El mumbled, she barely spoke these days. He felt honoured. She was quickly interrupted by Hop, "Is that Steve?" he asked, "No, just the machine," she responded followed by sounds of the receiver being passed from one person to another, "Happy Birthday, kiddo, we'll see you later, okay?" Beep.

Steve couldn't fight the lump in his throat, he tried to swallow around it, but it wasn't going anywhere. They were just… he didn't have the words. It meant so much that they'd thought of him. That Robin had snuck out of bed, had probably sat up by the phone until the clock struck midnight to make sure he knew she was thinking of him. She really was the best friend he'd ever had.

And the kids! Dustin calling was probably what had woken him. He didn't know when he'd decided on Steve-o as a nickname, but he liked it regardless, it made him feel like one of the gang instead of just the babysitter. With El, Steve wasn't sure whether it was a teenage phase or not being able to find Max, but he'd barely heard a peep out of her since her breakdown, he just hoped it wasn't the latter, so they wouldn't lose both girls to this fight.

He pressed replay, warmth filling him as he listened to Robin's message again. He missed her terribly when they weren't together, and he'd seen less and less of her recently. She'd basically been on house arrest since the "quake" and given she wasn't ready to tell her parents what she'd told Steve whilst high on truth serum, Mr and Mrs Buckley basically thought he was about to become their son-in-law.

Unfortunately, it meant he couldn't sneak over to her house to sleep any more like he had after the mall and the one time Robin had snuck out to sleep at his, her dad had been so worried he'd called the cops. Luckily, Hop had been the one to get the call, sighing heavily when he'd picked her up from the McMansion (as Steve's house had been dubbed by the kids) with a "Sorry kid, but her mom's practically hysterical. Come stay at the cabin, get a good night's rest."

For once, Steve had done as he was told. The Party was tighter than ever, but there were still the few with families who got caught on the edge's that kept the group from becoming a totally codependent pack. None of them slept well any more, not without being curled around one of the others. Robin and Dustin had it bad, unable to explain what was going on and trapped by parents who loved them too much to let them out of their sight, but Steve thought Erica had it the worst.

Lucas was out of his mind with worry over Max, her parents were holding her tighter than ever and her best friend had moved away. She couldn't use sleepovers as an excuse to escape her family's grasp like Robin and Dustin could, she was having terrible nightmares, lashing out and blaming everyone for the state of Max's health, Steve just wished she’d let it out properly before she exploded. He'd tried to get her to once, used one of Robin's new psychology tricks but got nothing out of her but some sassy comment and a glare.

His toast popping out of the toaster dragged him out of his musings, tucking the dry, warm bread into a napkin, he grabbed his keys off the hook and headed out to the car. The sun was barely in the sky, but it was already unbearably warm, he was glad to be spending the day indoors. He liked being out early, the world seemed almost peaceful before the rest of the town had a chance to get out of bed. Normally he'd drive without the radio on, just with the window rolled down, letting the breeze finish drying his hair, enjoying the sounds of the world waking up, the birds singing, the wind rustling the trees, the roar of the beemers engine, but that damn song had turned into an earworm, just that little bit of melody and "saying I love you, I love you" whizzing around and around his head.

He sighed and flicked the radio on, the funky beat of Kiss making his head bounce, only being able to resist for a second before he was smacking the steering wheel in time with the beat. Steve couldn't think about much else with Prince singing in his ears, the sun beating down on his arm that dangled out of the open window, warming him as he bopped along. "I want to be your fantasy, maybe you could be mine. You just leave it all up to me, we could have a good time!" Steve hollered along, catching the attention of old Mr Baker, who was bent down collecting his paper as he sped by. He smirked at the old man's face as he caught him grumbling in the rearview mirror, making Steve chuckle.

The song was just ending as he pulled into the parking lot, it was always blissfully empty this early, just the cars of the staff and the overnight visitors. He threw the car into park as Let's Hear It For The Boy started, he contemplated sitting in the car just to listen, but he knew the song well enough, and he was edging ever closer to being late. Steve found he almost had a spring in his step as he switched off the engine and clambered out of the car, being careful as he crossed the road, the peppy tune well and truly stuck in his head.

He waved to Edna at the front desk as he headed for the stairs (no way was he getting in a lift ever again, not after the last time) hearing Deniece Williams clearly in his mind as he turned the corner and all but hopped up the staircase, muttering "Maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my love and one man show, oh oh oh oh, let's hear it for the boy!" pausing on the step to wiggle along to the music in his head. One of the nurse's smirked at him as she skipped down the stairs, passing him with a giggle. Not that he minded he'd been reliably informed he was a good dancer, it did make him wonder if maybe he was finally losing it though, taking the rest of the steps two at a time, shaking his head trying to clear it. This is a hospital, for god's sake! What’s wrong with you?

Drifting quickly down the corridor, Steve gave a quick nod to Nurse Wendy, she was one of Owens’ and seemed to find the hospital environment rather alien, she didn't appreciate anything other than cordiality and silence while she worked. Sliding open the door, Steve found Wayne sitting as he always was in an uncomfortable plastic chair by Eddie's bedside; chatting aimlessly to his nephew and yawning every few words.

He, Dustin and Steve had become close over the past few weeks, each taking turns to keep Eddie company. Wayne hadn’t wanted Steve anywhere near his nephew at first, not that Steve had been surprised by his reaction, hurt maybe but unsurprised. Wayne had relented when Dustin had regaled him with Steve’s “heroism” but Robin had been the one to convince Wayne that Steve was their friend, that he wasn't the dickhead jock who'd stood by and done nothing as Tommy had made Eddie's life hell; and that he was certainly nothing like the elder Harrington. Wayne had relented quickly, had warmed to Steve faster than he'd ever dared to hope, now he thought Wayne might even like him, just a little bit, even if it was because as Wayne put it, "well, at least you've got better taste in sports than you had in friends".

"G'Mornin'" Steve greeted, once Wayne finished with his tale. His stories were amazing, at first he’d started with just random tales but eventually when they realised it was going to take longer than any of them hoped for Eddie to wake, he’d started as far back as he could remember and was just slowly retelling his whole life story. Steve thought he should write a book, his life was fascinating and the more he listened, the more it was obvious where Eddie had got his storytelling abilities.

"Mornin'" Wayne returned, stretching his back before standing with a creak and a groan.

"No change?" Steve asked, looking over to Eddie's pale, sleeping form.

"No change," Wayne confirmed with a sigh.

Steve hummed, just watching Eddie for a second, hoping for a twitch, a flicker, anything really. Just any sign of life that he'd been praying for since cracked ribs and a ten minute repeat of “one and two and three” and screams to “drive faster!” Eddie didn't move, not more than the slow rise and fall of his gentle breathing that hadn't changed since he got out of surgery; Wayne did though, patting Steve on the shoulder as he passed by him with a quiet "G'night, son," successfully snapping Steve back into the moment.

He turned quickly to catch Wayne on his way out, a fragile smile on his face and a lump forming in his throat, "Night, Wayne. Drive safe," Steve pleaded quietly. Wayne was as much one of them as Eddie was now, and the last thing any of them needed was more heartache. Wayne nodded with a slight smile, closing the door with a quiet snick, the noise kicking Steve into action; he rounded the bed picking up the tattered copy of The Hobbit off the bedside table and landing heavily in the still warm chair and flipping the book open in his lap.

Wayne might be a natural storyteller but not Steve, his childhood stories were either sad or stupid, but none of that mattered because here in this little cold side room all Steve could think was a repeat of please wake up.

He was taking his first shift of watching over Eddie when he'd first spotted the book sticking out the top of the bag Wayne had brought for Eddie when he’d heard he was in the hospital. Honestly, Steve thought it looked like more of a go bag; Max’s bag was full of pyjamas and a dressing gown and slippers, a soft toy or two and some of her comics. Eddie’s bag was full of clothes, at least four pairs of jeans, a couple hoodies, a winter coat, underwear and cassettes. And the book, of course.

Steve wasn't much of a reader, he’d always hated assignments at school where reading an actual book was necessary, but he couldn't stand the silence, and he couldn't think of anything to say and Owens had said the best thing they could do was keep talking to him so he'd started to read. He was rubbish at it, stumbling every few words and making humming sounds every time he came across a word he didn't know or couldn't pronounce, but it filled the silence and given how dog-eared the pages were it was obviously a favourite of Eddie's, so he could only hope it was bringing him some comfort, wherever he was.

"Good morning, Edwin. How're you feeling, hmm? Comfy? It's a lovely day today, blue skies and green leaves, it's gonna be a warm one. It's my birthday, you know? Robin left a nice message, and the kids too. I wonder if I'll get a cake? I've never had a birthday with real friends before! I don't really know what to expect, but you've had your little club for a long time, you'd know, maybe you could wake up and tell me, hm? That'd be nice. No pressure though. How about we read some more? I quite like this book. I've never really had a favourite book, not since I grew out of the Mr Men ones anyway, but this one's good. Let's see where were we?"

Steve got as comfortable as he could on the crappy hospital furniture, flipped to the page he'd marked with a cafeteria napkin and began to read, letting the words flow over him and paint a picture of a group of disparates on an adventure together. He thought they were sort've like The Party, none of them really fit together either, not on paper anyway, but somehow it just worked; they, too, each had their own strengths vital for their collective survival.

It saddened him in a way to think that if none of the Upside Down stuff had happened, that he wouldn't have any of this. As fucked up as this was right now, with Eddie and Max still unconscious; to not be called Dingus, or son, or Steve-o, that’s just not a life he’d want. Nor would he want a life without a platonic soulmate or a whole gaggle of little siblings. Without two mums and two dads, none of whom were biological, but parents in all the ways his never were. Without three older siblings in Argyle and Jon and Nancy because it wasn't half as weird as they all expected it to be; because none of them were those people any more. Those stupid teenagers were long dead, the shit they’d been through together far stronger than any hormonal teenage dickheadery.

He especially wouldn't want to be without an idiot who doesn't listen when Steve says don't be a hero because he also loves Dustin; because down to a choice of himself or their little brother he would always put himself in the firing line and as much as Steve had raged that Eddie was a dumbass, as soon as Robin had twisted it around, Steve hadn't been able to honestly say that he wouldn't have done exactly the same thing.

That didn't mean he didn't wish he could trade places with Eddie, didn't mean he didn't wish they'd had more time to get to know each other, didn't mean he didn't spend every spare second thinking about that walk to the Wheeler's, didn't mean he couldn't stop wishing Eddie would wake up, didn't mean he didn't hope for something more he could do to drag Eddie back into consciousness, just to hear his voice one more time, didn't mean he didn't wish he'd stayed with the boys, didn't mean he didn't yearn to know what Eddie had meant to say in that pause before he'd said "Make him pay!"

Steve realised he'd stopped reading, flicked over the page and picked up where Bilbo was imagining summer in his home, the same type of summer that was streaming through the hospital window, bathing Eddie’s sickly form in warm light. Steve hoped that wherever Eddie was, that he was somewhere happy, maybe he was berry picking with his uncle or playing with his band, maybe he was rough housing with Dustin while Steve and Robin watched on.

He hadn't dared to ask El if she could find him, he couldn't bear to think they were both stuck somewhere unreachable, he wasn't sure his heart couldn't take it.

He swiped roughly at his damp cheeks, swallowing hard, wiping the pages dry and smiling waterily at the group finding shelter and finally relaxing, creating smoke rings and thinking of Eddie doing the same thing at the last party they'd both been at. All the girls had gone wild and Steve chuckled to himself, knowing now that this book full of mythical creatures was where Eddie had probably got the inspiration, knowing how many hours Eddie must've taken to perfect his technique, knowing the girls who'd oohed and ahhed, knowing that most of them had never read a book in their lives, it was just funny.

That was until it all went to shit for the allies; Steve read faster and faster, hoping that they'd make it safely out of the tunnels, thinking of the tunnels he'd fought in with the kids, remembering that moment he'd thought he and Dustin were toast, still able to feel the Demodogs racing by them. Then Bilbo was falling, and suddenly he was as unconscious as the boy in front of him.

Steve sighed and shifted, leaning the book against Eddie's too still leg, he never thought he'd miss someone's nervous energy but even when Eddie had been still and quiet his leg would still always bounce, or his fingers would drum, it used to drive him crazy back in school, he used to wish the other boy would just sit still, mainly because he was struggling to concentrate, and the constant movement was a distraction, but now he longed for some form of movement, anything to add to the consistent rise and fall.

Steve would usually keep the book up in front of his face so that lack of anything wasn't quite so obvious, but his back was aching and begging to be stretched, so Steve leaned his elbows on the bed either side of the book, propping his head up in his hands, trying to read the words faster in some bizarre hope that if Bilbo survived the pitch black alone that Eddie might too. The Gollum creature just was creepy, with the hissing and the glowing eyes and calling himself precious, it didn’t endear itself to Steve when Bilbo started a back and forth of riddles with it, the narrator commenting that because the reader was comfortable that the answers were somehow obvious.

“Not obvious to everyone,” Steve muttered mainly to himself, “I bet you knew these the first time you read them though, didn’t you Eds?" he asked just for something to say while he found his place again.

"No," muttered so softly and raspily it was almost inaudible, Steve's head snapping up to look at Eddie's face.

"Eddie? Did you speak, or have I finally lost it?" Steve asked disbelievingly. Eddie didn't speak again, but the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, puffing out a breath that could've been a laugh, immediately sucking one in through his teeth, hissing in pain.

"Wendy!" Steve screamed, jumping up and slamming the red button on the wall, only realising as he did that he'd wrenched his fingers from Eddie's grasp. Leaning his elbow by the side of Eddie's pillow, Steve peered down at him, placing his hand back into Eddie's, "Can you hear me, Eds?" he asked gently. Eddie made a rumbling sound followed by a quivering lip and a whine. "No, no. Don't try to talk, man. Can you squeeze my hand?" Steve asked, running his fingers carefully through Eddie's now sweaty hair, brushing it away from his face and neck. Eddie squeezed his fingers hard, choking a laugh out of Steve as his throat tightened, only realising he was crying when a tear splashed down onto Eddie's cheek, an intense feeling of relief and joy sweeping over him.

Steve had just enough time to wipe the moisture from Eddie's cheek before all hell let loose, nurses and doctors bustling in, Wendy gently removing Steve from Eddie's bedside but not from the room. His mind was racing, unable to really grasp onto anything, just watching detachedly as the professionals adjusted wires and tubes pressing buttons on machines, taking liquids from bottles with syringes and all Steve could think was that he was glad Wayne wasn't there to witness the chaos.

And all of a sudden, it hit Steve like a freight train. Wayne. He needed to know, but Steve was terrified that if he left the room that he'd wake up back in his bed, that Eddie wouldn’t have woken and that they’d be back stuck in the limbo that he might never wake. Steve glanced at the clock, knowing by the time that Dustin and Lucas should be next door watching over Max; it was unusual that they hadn’t come to check on Eddie, but if there had been traffic they just might not have had time.

"Dustin!" Steve yelled through the wall, one of the nurse's turning to snarl at him with a tut, obviously for being loud, but Steve couldn't have given less of a fuck, he just pulled a face at her behind her back when she turned back to Eddie.

Dustin slammed into the room in less than a few seconds, clocking the chaos around Eddie and looking to Steve with wide, frightened eyes.

"He's awake, call Wayne," Steve instructed, Dustin didn't argue, didn’t fight the grin splitting his face either, "The plant or yours?" is all he asked. Steve was so grateful for this kid, glad in that moment that his little brother was a fucking genius. "Mine," Steve didn't even have time to finish the word before Dustin was gone from the door frame.

There was a bit more hustling around the bed before slowly but surely the nurses and doctors started to file back out, leaving Owens and a once again unconscious Eddie.

"What did you do?" Steve raged, his voice so low and hard it was hardly recognisable even to his own ears. Owens at least had the good sense to approach slowly, hands up and placating, except Steve couldn't hear him over the blood rushing in his ears, panic and fury blurring his senses.

"...ve, Steve, Steven!"

His eyes snap from Eddie's form where he'd been desperately watching Eddie's chest rise and fall, to Owens, who swallowed visibly and took a step backwards.

"We didn't do anything, Steve. I know he's been asleep for a long time, but it's going to take a while for him to get used to being awake again. He's just resting right now; healing like he's supposed to. Now he's regained consciousness, his chances are much better. We're not out the woods yet, but we're a step closer, okay? I'll check in again later, alright?" Owens said calmly as he backed out of the room, leaving Steve alone to nod to himself.

Steve didn’t know how long he stood there nodding to himself, the next thing he acknowledged was Dustin crashing back into the room, all but ready to throw himself at Eddie. Steve quickly stepped between them, blocking Dustin’s path. He parroted everything Owens told him and only allowed himself a breath when Dustin grinned toothily. And Steve, even though he couldn't quite believe what just happened, couldn't help but grin back.

"What a birthday present, huh?" Dustin teased, as he headed out the door back to Max's room.

Steve's hands landed automatically on his hips, yelling after him to shut up, even though he could hear Dustin cackling and feel his own cheeks burning, fucking smartass.

He sighed, mentally arguing with the kid, desperately trying to come up with a response for next time, when Wayne came dashing in; Steve suddenly felt guilty for disturbing him, but he had promised he'd call if Eddie even so much as twitched. He repeated to Wayne what had happened in as much detail as he could remember, Wayne's smile growing and growing until it looked like his face might split in two, he grabbed Steve around the head and kissed him firmly on the forehead with a relieved “Thank you.” Steve’s brain shorted out when Wayne pulled him into a hug, all he could do was blink owlishly at the wall until his brain kicked in, and he wrapped his arms around Wayne purely on instinct, Wayne squeezing him tight before letting him go.

He insisted on staying, much to Steve's dismay given the poor man had already been up all night and that he couldn't have had more than a few hours sleep, but he just waved Steve off, merely reiterating that he can sleep anywhere, that he'd been in the army, snd that he didn't need a cushty bed.

Wayne had only caved about staying at the McMansion after the third or fourth day in that godawful chair, and then he had bemoaned that beds that comfortable should be illegal, that he'd been spoiled for life; Steve had just mentally renamed the spare room "Wayne's room", he knew Owens was sorting them some new accommodation, but he was kind of hoping he and Eddie would choose to stay.

The house had never felt emptier since his parents phone call, they hadn't even tried to get a hold of him really, they'd just left a message saying that they'd heard about the quake, requesting he give them a call to let them know if there'd been any damage to the property, so they could claim on the insurance. Steve had nearly thrown the answering machine at the wall. Robin had just sighed, told him she didn't know why he continued to let them disappoint him when he had all the family he'd ever need. He knew she was right, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. He hadn't bothered to call them back, and he hadn't heard from them since.

Wayne went down to the phones to call in sick then folded himself into the bedside chair, the one that was technically meant for patients, not that any of them had dared to use it for fear that they’d get too comfortable and nod off and miss out on any changes, but Wayne trusted Steve to wake him, he just wanted to be here to see his nephew. Steve couldn't blame him.

He gently placed his plastic chair back next to the bed, he hadn't realised he'd flung it across the room when he'd jumped up earlier. Both Munson's were sleeping peacefully and although a little piece of Steve's soul had settled, he still felt jittery in the almost silence. He grabbed the book back from the night stand, unsure as to how it'd ended up there, flicking through the pages trying to see where he'd last got to.

He propped the book back against Eddie's thigh, tucking his feet under his chair and resting his elbows on the edge of the bed. Originally, he started off reading to himself, not wanting to disturb either of them. He found he could actually read quite quickly to himself, and got through a whole chunk of the story just muttering commentary on the story to himself. But eventually, his eyes started to get tired, and he just started mumbling along with the story, trying desperately to stay awake.

"How the fuck are you supposed to say that? Eye-ry, ear-ry, err-ry, I don't fucking know, I'm not entirely sure what that's even supposed to be," Steve muttered with a sigh.

"It's their nest," Eddie whispered, rasping and hoarse, tightening his grip on Steve's fingers, where he'd once again been absentmindedly stroking up and down Eddie's hand while he read.

Steve sat up straighter, so he could reach the glass of water with a straw that'd been left on the table, pressing the straw gently against Eddie's lips, "Hey, you," he said softly, "only sips, Eds, or you'll make yourself sick," he murmured putting the glass back on the side when Eddie let go of the straw.

"Thanks, man," Eddie murmured and sighed, sinking back into the pillow. Steve turned to give Wayne a nudge when Eddie squeezed his hand hard, "Don't," he pleaded. Steve hesitated but found he couldn't deny Eddie anything and was rewarded with a soft smile when Steve turned back to him, "He okay?" he asked.

Nodding, Steve ran his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand, "Yeah, we're taking good care of him," he promised.

Eddie hummed, tried to smile again, but it was obvious how much effort it was taking, "'nd Dust'n?" he mumbled, eyes drifting closed.

Steve couldn't help smiling to himself, "Next door, watching over Max."

Eddie's eyes sprung open, "Not Red?" he whined, big brown eyes sadder than Steve had ever seen them.

"'fraid so. She'll be okay though, she's a fighter like you!" Steve muttered, determination lacing his tone because he believed you had to believe something wholeheartedly if you wanted it to go your way.

Eddie let out a little sceptical huff, eyes already closed and breaths evening out. Steve was just about to go back to reading quietly when Eddie made a little incoherent noise. "Hm? You need something, Eds?" Steve asked quietly, standing to lean over him, brushing his hair away from his face where it'd got stuck to his cheek when he'd turned to look at Wayne.

"'m sorry," Eddie murmured, trying to open his eyes, Steve just huffed out a humourless laugh, sitting back down.

"Nah, man, got nothing to be sorry for," he muttered, swallowing around the lump in his throat, "Go back to sleep," he whispered, stroking the back of Eddie's hand rhythmically. Eddie listened this time, whether through choice or sheer exhaustion, Steve didn't know, he was just glad Eddie was resting.

Steve took a deep breath, scrubbing his spare hand over his face, he didn't know what was wrong with him today. Eddie was fine, he was on the mend, there was no reason to be upset, yet he couldn't stop the tears rolling down his cheeks. He wasn't sad exactly, it all just felt like too much, all the previous weeks of worry, the lack of sleep, the constant stress of it all going to hell again before they even had chance to recover. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder, Dustin tended to pop in at lunchtime to give Steve a chance to get some lunch and stretch his legs. But being met with those big concerned eyes just tipped the scales in the wrong direction, he grabbed Dustin round the middle and pulled him into his arms.

"What's wrong?" Dustin whispered, rubbing Steve's back soothingly, which just made him feel all the more guilty because he was supposed to be the strong one for the kids, not the other way around.

"Nothing," Steve murmured, sucking in a deep breath and coughing around the lump in his throat, pushing the feelings as far down as he could, letting Dustin go with a pat on his shoulder, "Nothing, I'm fine, everything's fine," he lied.

Dustin obviously saw through it but didn't push him, just demanded a Coke from the cafeteria as Steve got up and headed for the door, making him laugh. Steve loved him so much, especially when he was a little shit.

Heading straight to the bathroom, Steve splashed cold water on his face, leaning on the sink and looking at himself in the mirror. It'd been years since he looked this rough, his hair floppy and dry as hell, black and bloodshot eyes from the lack of sleep, even his skin wasn't quite the colour it was supposed to be but eating dry toast in your car and crappy hospital sandwiches will do that, he supposed.

He sighed heavily, pushing off the sink, he headed to the cafeteria, grabbing lunch for the four of them and Dustin's Coke, picking up a Diet one too just to annoy him with, in the hopes his moaning and whinging would buoy him for the rest of the day.

Steve bobbed in to eat lunch with Lucas and spend some time with him and Max like he always did, before heading back to relieve Dustin. Lucas barely wanted to talk these days, just wanted to continue to read to Max in the hopes that she could hear them.

Knowing what El had told him just made him feel guilty, but he’d promised he wouldn't say anything and given there wasn't anything else he could do for her, in the very least it was making Lucas feel useful. If anything Steve thought he sounded a little more annoyed than usual today, but he didn't dare to ask, he just put it down to the fact that Eddie had come back while Max was still lost.

Wayne was awake and chatting with Dustin and Eddie when Steve got back. They all looked tired, but they were smiling, even if they did have tear tracks down their faces. Steve didn't say anything, just squeezed Eddie's foot as he passed by him handing Wayne and Dustin their lunch, who as suspected kicked off about his drink giving them all something to giggle about until he pulled out the red can, the petulant look on Dustin’s face making the three adults in the room laugh harder.

Eddie soon fell back asleep, then after they’d eaten Dustin went back to Max and Wayne decided he was going to find some decent coffee, which was code for he was going for a smoke. Steve sighed as everything settled down again, back to the normal they'd settled into over the past few weeks, except he felt free now to get comfortable in his chair resting his head on his folded arms on the side of the bed. He told himself he wasn't sleeping, just resting his eyes, but Robin made him jump when she came bounding into the room.

"Happy Birthday, Dingus!" she yelled, waking both him and Eddie with a start.

"Jesus, Bobs, shh," Steve chastised, trying to soothe Eddie back to sleep by rubbing his thumb across his knuckles where their hands had yet again ended up connected.

"Sorry," she muttered, not sounding sorry in the slightest. It'd been her way of trying to wake Eddie and Max, blasting into their rooms all loud and full of energy, like a kids entertainer at a birthday party.

"Mornin' Edwin, done sleeping?" she teased, waggling his toes, Steve knew she wanted to hug him, but Eddie's legs were the only place he hadn't been bitten, and she didn't want to hurt him like she had Steve when they'd finally got Eddie to the hospital, and she'd all but thrown herself at him; he'd hissed involuntarily, and she'd cried for an hour even though the pain had gone before she'd even had chance to let go.

"Stop tiring him out, he's supposed to be resting," Steve grouched, reluctantly letting go of Eddie, standing up to grab another plastic chair for her to sit beside him at Eddie's bedside.

She tutted and rolled her eyes dramatically before all but flopping into the hard chair, making Steve wince on her behalf. Now he'd sat back in his chair he didn't know what to do with his arms, it felt weird to reach across and take Eddie's hand, folding them over his chest felt too confrontational, letting them flop by his sides felt weird, finally settling on placing them in his lap.

Robin was just watching him amusedly, "So, having a good birthday?" she asked with a smirk. All he could do was narrow his eyes at her, Wayne was back and watching them knowingly, trying not to smile.

Steve looked between the two of them before shrugging as nonchalantly as he could manage, "Better than last year," he answered not half as blasé as he would've liked, it wasn't exactly a lie given anything would've been better than last year when everyone had forgotten.

Robin just hummed thoughtfully, leaving them in uncomfortable silence. She'd been a nightmare since she’d started reading psychology books; she was worried about their collective mental health and wanted to have constructive ways to help, but it seemed to Steve that she was just using everything she was learning to torture him.

"How's your mom and dad?" Steve asked, trying to deflect onto a new topic.

"They're good," she replied, letting the silence linger, glancing at Wayne with a playful smile.

The silence was deafening, it made him want to babble endlessly and at the same time say nothing at all, just out of sheer stubbornness.

Luckily, he was saved from their torture by Mike, El and Will, the three of them came in every day to check on Eddie before going to see Max; which Steve thought was sweet given Mike was the only one who actually knew Eddie. He just knew Eddie was going to adore Will, they were like peas in a pod, and he couldn't wait for them to meet properly.

"Dustin said he woke up," Mike said as though that was his excuse for being there, not that it was something as wild as him caring whether Eddie lived or not.

"'m here, y'know," Eddie grumbled, making Mike's whole face light up.

"Eddie!" Mike cheered, heading towards him for a hug.

"Careful!" Steve yelled automatically, Mike pausing mid-step to glare at him.

"I know!" he snapped, carefully placing his hands either side of Eddie's shoulders and leaning gently into him.

"How're you, man?" Mike enquired, purposefully ignoring everyone else in the room, while Steve purposefully ignored Wayne and Robin's knowing gaze.

"Not dead!" Eddie teased, finally prying his eyes open, looking behind Mike at Will and El who waved warmly. "Hi," Eddie croaked, Mike grabbed the drink off the bedside and placed the straw against Eddie's lips.

"This is El and Will, y’know? The ones I told you about," Mike reminded him, focusing on the water leaving the glass.

Eddie just hummed, releasing the straw, doing his best to smile at the newcomers, his eyelids drooping.

Steve had already had enough, Eddie was supposed to be sleeping so he could heal, "Alright, you three, he needs his rest. Visiting's over. Out! Go harass Dustin!" Steve demanded, standing to physically shoo them out the door while Robin and Wayne giggled.

"Don't make me throw you out, too, Buckley!" he threatened, pointing at her with a hand on his hip as the door slid shut behind the kids.

She lifted her hands placatingly, with a delighted smirk, "Here, sit. I've brought your gift," she announced, gesturing to his chair.

Steve couldn't help the endeared smile splitting his face; he hadn't had a birthday present in a long time, his parents just added money to his account, he had no other family, and he hadn't got one from a friend since Tommy.

Robin reached into her bag and pulled out a rectangular box wrapped in blue paper, "It's not much, and I know nothing could top waking from a coma," she muttered rolling her eyes playfully in Eddie's direction, "but I hope you like it," she added with a soft smile.

Steve felt his lip quiver again, biting on it hard enough he tasted iron. He didn't care what was in the box, well he cared, he just didn't mind if the box was the present, he already had the best friend in the whole world, what else could he want. He smiled gratefully at her, hoping she could see without him needing to say it, before tearing off the blue wrapping and lifting the lid.

As soon as he saw what was in the box, tears started to fill his eyes, blurring his vision, no amount of self-control would be able to stop the wave of gratitude for the girl in front of him.

"Sorry it's a bit homemade," she mumbled as he continued to stare at his gift. All Steve could do was shake his head, a smile on his face even as tears poured down his face, tugging her into an awkward hug over the box.

"It's the best," he whispered, releasing her to stare down in awe at his present again. It was a picture frame, but inside was all bits of their friendship; a few Polaroids of the two of them, a napkin from Scoops, their name badges sitting side by side in the middle, tickets from the Star Wars movie they went to see together, quotes from songs they loved written on Family Video receipts, the dried flowers of the daisy chain he'd made her while they were hanging out in her garden, the matching friendship bracelets they'd bought from that street artist when they'd gone to Indy last year and immediately lost, newspaper clippings of a game they'd both played at, a little picture of Kermit the frog. 'The Band Geek And The Jock' written across the top of the frame in bubble writing, and 'Platonic With A Capital P' written across the bottom.

He felt the sob hiccup out of his chest, too overwhelmed to do anything to stop it. Knowing it was the most thoughtful gift he'd ever received, he wondered how he was even supposed to begin to thank her.

Looking up at his little miracle, he saw her watching him with sad concerned eyes, "You can just say if you think it's awful," she joked, making a tearful laugh burst out of him.

Shaking his head, he swallowed hard, "It's wonderful. You're wonderful. How'd I get so lucky, huh?" he asked rhetorically pulling her into another hug, "Thank you," he murmured, hugging her tighter, wanting to snuggle into her neck but not wanting to get snot on her top or in her hair, he let her go.

Eddie whined, demanding their attention. He was awake, watching him and Robin with the softest fond expression, opening and closing his hand like Holly used to when she wanted something. Steve automatically placed his hand in Eddie's causing a choked little sound to come out of the three of them, only for him to realise that Eddie probably wanted to see the frame, his cheeks flushed crimson and just as he was about to let go, both Robin and Wayne put a supportive hand on either of his shoulders, starting up a conversation between themselves about the latest conspiracy theory to be printed in the local paper.

Steve stayed perfectly still, afraid of breaking the moment. He'd never felt safer, more loved or supported as he did right then, than he had in his entire life, and it was almost bizarre how these three random people he'd barely known a year ago could give that to him so easily. Eddie squeezed his hand gently, blinking owlishly with a soft smile. Steve gently lifted his present onto Eddie's stomach, so he could see it, he tried to lift his other hand up to touch the frame, but it was proving too much, drifting off again with his dimples on display and a gentle hum.

Taking the gift back and placing it carefully back into the box to keep it safe, placing it on the bedside with The Hobbit knowing he wouldn't miss it there when he headed home later. Robin was still deep in conversation with Wayne, telling him about her grandma's worries about their safety after the "quake", Steve already knew that she wanted them to move away, Robin had called him in a panic when she'd heard her parents discussing whether they should.

He caught Robin's eye and gestured to the door, slipping out when she smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. Slipping the door shut behind him, Steve hurried towards the bathroom, he just needed a minute, but a familiar curly head of hair was already pushing open the door. Turning on his heel, his sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor, he headed toward the exit only to bump into Wendy giving Sam an update on Max. The breath was coming shorter and shorter in his chest as he blindly opened the nearest door stepping inside and slamming it shut behind him; sliding down the painted wood to the cold floor, knocking his knee on a bucket because by some streak of luck, Steve found himself in the janitor's closet.

It was all just too much and the thing was none of it was bad, everything was so, so good, the nicest present he'd ever had, Eddie waking up after what felt like forever, the love and support of the people he now classed as family. He had no idea why it felt like there was an elephant sitting on his chest or like he'd had a rock semi-permanently lodged in his throat since he'd woken up. It just hadn't really felt real until now, the few nice dreams he had had been of Eddie waking up or him never getting hurt in the first place, of waking curled around each other, of Eddie smiling at him the way he had in the RV, the way he had on their walk to the Wheeler's house, the way he used to in the cafeteria.

And he hadn't really needed to deal with the feelings those dreams had brought up until he'd put his hand in Eddie's, and they'd all made that okay. With Eddie, it'd be possible to blame the drugs he's being pumped with to keep him comfortable, but Steve knew that Wayne knew his nephew, knew that he knew what others had only suspected for as long as he could remember. And he knew Robin knew him, as well, if not better than he knew himself sometimes. Hell, even Nancy had suspected when he'd offered to be by Eddie's bedside whenever he was needed; she'd just looked at him the same way she looked at any puzzle and then had pencilled him into every gap without question and with an accepting smile.

Hugging his knees to his chest, he focused on righting his breathing, taking slow purposeful breaths, wiping his face and focusing on the objects around him until he felt he could breathe again. He'd spent so long pretending, so long trying to be someone he wasn't, trying to be the perfect Harrington that dealing with feelings when they arose and the shame he felt in feeling them in front of others was hard but when his breathing settled, it was like he could breathe easier than he had in a long time, despite the chemical stench inside the cupboard.

Climbing slowly to his feet he crept out of the small space and headed to the bathroom to wash his face, splashing cold water onto his cheeks felt nice, and somehow his reflection felt easier to deal with than it had this morning, sure he still had scars and dark circles, his hair was still horrendous, and his cheeks were puffy but for once looking at himself in the eye felt less like a lie.

Once he was calm and dry, Steve wanted to check in with Sam, the guy had been a group favourite since he'd come charging into the hospital demanding to see his daughter and he seemed to like all of them too, appreciated that his little girl hadn't been left alone for a single second. He'd been wary of Steve at first, he thought it was weird that an older male was hanging around a bunch of kids, sitting with his baby, but the other parents seemed to have got through to him in a way the kids hadn't been able to that Steve was their babysitter, that they trusted him with their kids lives.

Hop and Joyce had been the ones to really affix in Sam's mind that Steve wasn't a threat, and the two of them advocating for him after all they'd been through over the years, felt amazing, he finally felt like one of the group once Joyce had wrapped her arms around him, thanking him for all he'd done; for keeping them safe, for walking into battle when he didn't have to. Hop had just put a hand on his shoulder and asked "Y'okay kiddo?" letting Steve fall into his chest with the relief that he wasn't dead, that finally the grown-ups were there, because as much as he had spent his youth wanting to be older, wanting to be away from his parents, so he could do whatever he wanted, it felt like a relief that a real adult would be in charge from now on.

He knocked and entered when Sam shouted for him to come in, smiling a small smile at Steve and carrying on with the book he was reading aloud as Steve sat on the plastic chair next to him. "How's she doing?" he asked when Sam finished the chapter and closed the book; Wendy always gave more info to the grown-ups than she ever did to the kids.

"The same," Sam sighed, stretching out the muscles in his back from being hunched over the book, "Happy Birthday," he added with a genuine smile, "Dustin wouldn't shut up about it. Lucas looked 'bout ready to kick his ass!" he told Steve with a laugh.

"Thanks," Steve murmured, he hadn't come in to talk about him, but maybe Sam just needed to think about anything else for five minutes.

He told Sam about the gift Robin had given him, Sam smiled wistfully, "Susan used to make me things like that," he muttered fondly.

For once, he didn't have it in him to correct Sam's assumption, just asked "Oh, yeah?" Let Sam tell him stories of his and Susan's courtship, of their happier years together, if nothing else Steve hoped Max could hear them, thought it might please her to know that her parents were happy once, that they had loved each other and her.

It was a while before Robin poked her head around the door with a "err, Steve?" her smile a little uncertain even as she waved at Sam, who jostled Steve playfully and waved them off with a small smile picking up his book and continuing to read to Max.

"What was that about?" Robin asked bemusedly.

"Eh, nothing. What's up?" Steve asked tiredly, it'd been a long day and as much as he hated to leave, he was about ready to curl up in bed.

"Nothing, Eds was just asking for you," she murmured, turning into Eddie's room, letting Steve follow lazily to find…

"SURPRISE!" everyone cheered, and by everyone Steve meant everyone, he was honestly surprised that they all fit into one room. Wendy was going to lose her shit.

"C'mon Dingus," Robin sighed, dragging him further into the room, "This is your party, no use standing in the doorway!" she chastised playfully leaving him at the foot of Eddie's bed where he was looking a hell of a lot more awake and had a sheet cake laid out across his shins because godforbid they used the table like normal people.

Dustin was finishing lighting the candles with Wayne's lighter, then made little conductor hands at the group, who all jumped into a chorus of 'Happy Birthday'.

Steve didn't know what to do with himself, he just stood there awkwardly, smiling gratefully at every person in the room. They were all there, the Wheelers and little Holly, the Sinclairs, Claudia, Hop and Joyce, Argyle and Jon and Nancy, the kids all smiling at him encouragingly, dare he say it lovingly.

He hadn't been sung to since he was a boy, he couldn't help feeling emotional, a tear escaping down the side of his face when Dustin and Erica wrapped an arm each around his middle, another tear splashing down into Dustin's curls as he looked down at them both wrapping his arms around their shoulders. The singing eventually stopped and Wayne muttered that maybe he should "blow out the candles, before there's more wax than frosting" making them all chuckle.

He released the kids and bent over the foot of the bed to do as he was asked when Robin yelled, "Don't forget to make a wish!'

A wish?! Looking around the room, at friends and family gathered for his birthday, at the pile of presents sitting in the corner of the room, at Robin's gift and the tattered old book and Eddie's tired but smiling face. There was only one thing missing from this picture, something he could only wish would be different in the next year.

Some wishes in life you know will come true, like putting your hand in someone else's and them tightening their grip, like going to hug your best friend when you're snotty and disgusting and them hugging you back, like a kiss on the forehead or a hand on your shoulder, like Hop's was as Steve looked bewilderedly around the room, warm and protective.

Some wishes though you had to hope for with your whole chest, some wishes were just that, but as he looked at El and Lucas he knew he wasn't the only one wishing with his whole heart as he took a deep breath extinguishing all the tiny flames to a round of applause.

Nothing could make his birthday more perfect than having his little sister by his side again, but this right here, with sleepy eyes and sibling support and more loving parents than any kid could ever dream of, with his soulmate who he has no doubt orchestrated this whole event in a hospital room, this was as close as they could get to perfect for now.

#happy birthday my love #please take ten thousand of my silly little words as a token of my appreciation #i tried for angst but i think i just made steve cry a lot 😂#i'm so sorry about my grammar i know it sucks #steve harrington #the party #eddie munson #wayne munson #robin buckley #pre steddie #sorta idk #steddie #maybe #steddie-ish #i guess #platonic stobin #aj writes

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I would looooove elaboration on Toji 😫 Because I completely agree with you but I wanna see your take

this became an essay because i am crazy. so sorry. and i was originally gonna keep this very short but unfortunately i am plagued by thoughts and opinions as always.

major manga spoilers lol

i think one part of toji being heavily mischaracterized is just because he suffers attractive character syndrome. any time a character is conventionally attracted and of age, people just sort of cherry-pick them for their fantasies without much thought given to their characterization so i know that makes up a lot of it.

but on the other hand, even with people who enjoy jujutsu kaisen critically, toji's characterization and honestly his narrative importance is like. consistently overlooked. his womanizing tendencies and his finacial issues make him an easy target for comedy and he's often the butt of the joke. sometimes it's funny to me too so im not like.. upset about it.

in general, i think toji in the fandom is very far removed from his origin story in a way that other characters aren't. and even someone who is a fan of toji with critical thoughts about him probably see how horny his fanbase is and don't bother.

idrk how to explain it but tojis actions all through out the manga is heavily directly related to his position in jujutsu society - as is the case with almost every other character and especially characters related to the zenin clan. toji, specifically, is a non-sorcerer trying to make ends meet with an intense and deep hatred for clan politics.

his resentment tends to be the core of his actions. but personally and based off of those actions in the manga - i believe that resentment isn't related to the system of jujutsu society itself. it's not a sense of justice that motivates him. he differs from maki in this way. tojis reasoning is much more simplistic. he's a prideful character and i believe his frustration lie within the fact he's consistently underestimated. to the clan he's worthless and i believe that emotion resonates throughout the story. he isn't like gojo or getou or maki or anyone else with large aspirations about the direction of the world around them.

but that's kind of the point of his character.

what toji is meant to represent is the common man. the average person in this world. that's why his fight with gojo is so important on more levels than one. they mirror each other in that gojo is the pinnacle of the gifted child - the prodigal son. he was birthed with a silver spoon in his mouth and praised for his ability from the moment he set foot on the earth. toji is the opposite end of that. the bottom of the barrel, discarded from society for his lack of ability.

toji knew he couldn't kill gojo. his sense of unease was represented through the fight. but why did he want to kill gojo in the first place? it wasn't because he disliked gojo and it wasn't that gojo disliked him either. but their natural positions were against each other and toji knew what it would mean if he could kill gojo.

toji's entire career and nickname as "the sorcerer killer" is based on the fact he wants recgonition. gojo is who toji wants to be. who he could've been had he been born with technique. they are mirrors, yet despite themselves, the both suffer intensely at the hand of the society they were raised under. there are no winners in this world, not really.

in tojis last moments, he thinks of his wife and son. we know nothing of toji's character or who he married. but being frank, i will never ever believe toji was a deadbeat father. im sorry but i don't think that's true.

toji operates about megumi in a way that reads generally considerate in his own way. it's with the belief that megumi had potential to make something of himself. in the end, he mentions megumi to gojo because he wants megumi to live a decent life. a better life than he did, struggling in the streets. he saw potential in megumi.

in his mind, megumi could've become a part of the zenin clan. a dream he never achieved himself, but wanted to pass on

people mention that scene where toji can't recall who megumi is but that's always read to me as an obvious mask. i doubt toji, essentially a mercenary and killer of the most powerful beings in the world and surely with a lot of people trying to kill him, would want his son to be associated with him in anyway.

in tojis resurrection in 113, when toji was brought back as an aggressor and a mere shell, he chose to kill himself instead of being a puppet in his own sons death. toji, esentially meant to be a doll, had enough cognition to not only recognize megumi, but speak to him.

with his last words, and with the only opportunity he had left to reveal himself to megumi - he didn't do it. he simply asked megumi was his name was.

"hey. what's your name"

"...? fushiguro?"

"good for you"

#return to sender #fang.jjk #jjk meta #fang.meta

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bambirex · 7 months

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I Get So Hungry (When You Say You Love Me)

Pairings: Geralt/Jaskier/Radovid, Geraskier, Radskier

Characters: Radovid, Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia

Additional tags: porn what plot/porn without plot, okay there's some plot but not a lot, threesome- m/m/m, roleplay, possesive behavior, biting, so much biting, chasing as a sexual act, yeah that's a thing now, rimming, face-sitting, oral sex, blowjobs, jaskier has a fat ass because i said so, coming untouched, fight sex, spitroasting in a way

Word count: 3,448 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: explicit

Part 3 of the Predator & Prey series

Summary: "What kind of animal would I be," Radovid drawled, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself. Jaskier sent him a strange look.

"Pardon?"

"In this game of yours," Radovid clarified. He tightened his grasp around Jaskier's hips. "What am I?"

Jaskier tilted his head to the side as he inspected his face. His eyes darkened, his tongue poking out to wet his lips.

"A fox," Jaskier concluded. Radovid hummed.

"Elaborate on that."

"Smart, cunning," Jaskier explained, teasing a finger down the side of Radovid's neck. "Crafty. Seemingly a harmless puppy, but you bite hard. Not afraid of a challenge. Leaner and not as tough as a wolf - but still very strong. And you have these sharp features and that reddish tint to your hair, so... a fox. Definitely."

Well, Radovid could make do with that information. It planted a new image in his head - one where that sweet, eager bunny was hunted by not one, but two apex predators at once...

It was as if Jaskier read his mind because he leant in really close to his ear and whispered "why? Would you like to join us?"

Author's notes: So why isn't Geralt/Jaskier/Radovid a thing? (okay okay I know it's because Geralt and Radovid hasn't met in canon but oh well)

Anyway, I had this mental image in my head since someone mentioned that Radovid looks like a fox, so I invited him to Jaskier and Geralt's little game. Oh, also, these fics aren't in chronological order or anything, and the individual stories aren't necessarily connected. The only thing that ties them together is the wolf and bunny roleplay.

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Radovid never thought himself to be the type to share, but he quickly had to learn that Jaskier couldn't be tied down. His heart would always belong to Geralt, and so he would always return to his witcher. It bothered him at first, but he soon learnt to appreciate the times he got to spend with Jaskier all the more for it. The bond between Jaskier and Geralt was an unbreakable one, but it did not make Jaskier's love for Radovid inferior. He had enough love for the both of them.

And, well, there may have been a thrill in that, too - shortly after they started seeing each other, Jaskier revealed to him how adventurous his sex life was with Geralt. Getting past the initial jealousy of the knowledge, Radovid grew intrigued by the mental image of Jaskier being naughty with his big buff witcher. Radovid saw him in passing, and he couldn't deny that Geralt was very attractive. Him and Jaskier must have looked delicious together.

Eventually, it was Radovid himself that would ask about the things Jaskier and Geralt did together. One night, Jaskier opened up about something that made his eyebrows shoot up, and heat coil in his core at the same time.

Jaskier had a cheeky little smile on his face as he revealed the details to him about a certain game that he liked to play with Geralt.

"To be fair, we don't always do it like that," Jaskier chuckled from where he sat on Radovid's lap, his arms wrapped around the prince's neck. "But pretty often. We both enjoy it a lot. It's... thrilling. Letting go completely. The animalistic desire of it all, literally. It's always the best kind of sex we have."

"So, Geralt is a wolf, because that's the nickname you came up with for him all those years ago," Radovid mused. He idly caressed Jaskier's lower back. "And you're a bunny, because..."

"Ah, it's not just the nickname. I mean, that happened for a reason. It's his personality. Strong, brave, insanely protective of his loved ones. He's a hunter, all sharp teeth and deep growls. Hard, steely muscles. Agile and fast. A lone wolf, most of the time, but caring for his pack a lot. He can be a bit possessive too, I guess. The dark clothes, hiding him in the darkness of the night as he's looking for his prey... Yeah."

Radovid noted how Jaskier's breath hitched the more he spoke about Geralt like that, and how his cheeks flushed. He really seemed to like this game.

"And, uhm, I'm a bunny because I'm overly energetic, soft and roundish, and irresistibly adorable."

Radovid laughed. "Yes, you are."

"And you know, it's quite sexy to play prey. Just letting a big scary predator do whatever the hell they want to me."

Radovid hummed. He drew patterns onto Jaskier's skin with his fingertips. The more Jaskier said, the more Radovid felt himself become interested. He imagined Jaskier on all fours, whimpering and presenting his rotund behind to a snarling Geralt. He grew hard in his breeches at the thought. Jaskier must have noticed the bulge under him, because he made an amused little sound and wiggled his ass against it.

"Oh, my, what do we have here?"

"What kind of animal would I be," Radovid drawled, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself. Jaskier sent him a strange look.

"Pardon?"

"In this game of yours," Radovid clarified. He tightened his grasp around Jaskier's hips. "What am I?"

Jaskier tilted his head to the side as he inspected his face. His eyes darkened, his tongue poking out to wet his lips.

"A fox," Jaskier concluded. Radovid hummed.

"Elaborate on that."

Well, Radovid could make do with that information. It planted a new image in his head - one where that sweet, eager bunny was hunted by not one, but two apex predators at once...

It was as if Jaskier read his mind because he leant in really close to his ear and whispered "why? Would you like to join us?"

Radovid had to think of that very old lady from the kitchen to stop himself from coming inside his pants like a pathetic teenager.

"Seriously?" He asked, his voice choked up with arousal. Jaskier bit his lip in a sultry way as he nodded.

"Mhm. I'd love that."

"And Geralt? You said he's possessive."

"Yeah, but I'm here, aren't I? He lets me play with you, too, so I don't think he would hate the idea."

To emphasize his words, Jaskier slipped a hand inside Radovid's collar and caressed his chest, running his fingers through the coarse hair there teasingly.

"That wolf loves spoiling his bunny," Jaskier all but moaned into his ear, "and if his bunny wants to be hunted down by a fox as well, he will cave in."

Radovid reached up to tangle his hands in Jaskier's hair, pulling him down into a heated kiss. He couldn't stop thinking about the idea for a single second.

Apparently, Geralt was on board right away. He really had to be whipped for his bunny - not that Radovid blamed him for it. He also never managed to resist Jaskier.

He joined them in their camp in the woods. Slipping out without his guards noticing and making a huge ruckus wasn't an easy task, but he managed. He did laugh at himself a little for how ridiculous it was, that a wealthy prince was sneaking around in the forest just to pretend to be animals with two other men, but his curiosity and his lust were stronger than his embarrassment.

His breath caught in his throat when he spotted Jaskier, sitting on Geralt's lap like he sat on his just about a week prior, dressed only in one of Geralt's shirts and nothing else. He rocked against Geralt's crotch in a steady rhythm as they kissed languidly. Geralt's big hands squeezed the soft, thick flesh of Jaskier's thighs as he pulled him closer. The sight of them together was beautiful.

"Hello?" Radovid called out, a little uncertain. The pair broke apart. Jaskier's eyes lit up when he saw him. Geralt gave him a nod as he released Jaskier.

"You came," Jaskier grinned as he rushed over to him and kissed him on the lips happily. If his mind wasn't already so fried with arousal, Radovid would've made a "not yet" joke.

His eyes fell on Geralt, once him and Jaskier parted. His naked, extremely chiseled torso drew his eye. He understood perfectly why Jaskier was so attracted to him - all those hard muscles, that tall, broad built were ridiculously gorgeous.

"We haven't officially met yet," Radovid said as he reached his hand out for Geralt. Geralt shook his hand with a hum. His skin was warm and his fingers calloused, so different from his and Jaskier's softer, smaller hands.

"You have a surprisingly strong handshake," Geralt noted. Radovid couldn't help but smirk. He glanced at Jaskier who watched them curiously, his long lashes fluttering.

"Are there any rules?"

"Not really, just let go and enjoy," Jaskier told him. "And if someone doesn't like something, we can always stop."

"You gotta show me how it's done," Radovid drawled. Jaskier grinned.

"Want some free show, huh?"

Radovid shrugged with a cheeky grin, but his eyes lit up with interest as Geralt stepped over to Jaskier. It was truly a miracle how Jaskier, who was merely a couple inches shorter than Geralt, with a fairly muscular built covered with nice handfuls of soft flesh managed to look so much smaller compared to the witcher. It was in the way his eyes grew big and innocent as he looked up at him, Radovid noted. A strange instinct, one he's lacked before, flared up in him as he watched Geralt kiss Jaskier with fervor, all but devouring the bard as his hands squeezed all over Jaskier's needily trembling body.

Jaskier threw his head back, revealing his neck to Geralt. Geralt licked a long stripe over his throat, and Jaskier made a noise that caused Radovid to stifle a similar sound.

"Is the bunny not gonna put on a fight?" Geralt drawled. He nosed at Jaskier's jaw with a smirk. "Doesn't he wanna escape?"

"Does he even stand a chance," Jaskier moaned, clawing at Geralt's chest as Geralt sucked on his throat, painting it deep blue and purple with his marks. Jaskier's eyes fell to Radovid, still so big and pleading. Fuck, this was really, really hot. "Does he even stand a chance against two predators at the same time?"

Geralt's eyes were dark and curious as he looked at Radovid.

"Does he?" He asked. Radovid looked at Jaskier, who licked his lips excitedly. His eyes were hooded with lust. The fire inside Radovid burnt harder.

"No, he doesn't," he replied, his voice deeper, thicker than usual. It surprised even him.

"Oh, let's see about that," Jaskier grinned. Then, he started running - not very fast, mind. He clearly had no intention to actually outrun Geralt who sent Radovid a questioning look before he leapt after him.

That would've been so ridiculous if Radovid wasn't so turned on already. Running through the woods in his fancy boots like an idiot? Chasing his lover who pretended to be a horny rabbit?

That was exactly what he did when overcome by a mad lust he hasn't felt before, started running after them. He could only hope he wouldn't trip over a branch and break his neck.

The adrenaline, along with an unfamiliar, primal lust pumped through his veins as he ran between the trees, never losing sight of the other two. Jaskier played the part really well: he kept throwing anxious glances over his shoulder, as if he wasn't burning up with the desire to get caught. Geralt was close on his tail, and Radovid soon caught up to them as well.

Jaskier - possibly on purpose - tripped, and Geralt took the opportunity to grab him and tackle him down onto the ground. Jaskier let out a gasp as Geralt pinned him down, his iron grip around Jaskier's wrists never easing up as he sunk his teeth into Jaskier's neck, growling around the patch of skin in his mouth. Jaskier writhed underneath him, weakly struggling under Geralt's bulk.

Radovid came to kneel next to them on the ground. He watched with rapt interest as Jaskier moaned and whimpered in pleasure as Geralt bit all over his neck and chest, leaving red teeth marks on his skin.

"Doesn't the fox want to take a bite?" Geralt suddenly asked him, his voice surprisingly cheeky. "Don't let go of your prey that easily."

A growl ripped out of Radovid as he leant down and nuzzled Jaskier's neck. Jaskier tilted his head back, encouraging him. So, Radovid did as Geralt told him, and took Jaskier's soft skin between his teeth. It yielded deliciously, and he trembled and whined so prettily. Radovid wanted to hear more. He grabbed Jaskier's shirt and tore at it, trying to get more of his body. Jaskier practically purred in delight.

Radovid and Geralt knocked together in their haste to try and claw and bite as much at Jaskier as they could. Radovid gasped when Geralt suddenly nosed at his neck. He looked up at him questioningly, and Radovid nodded. He swore under his breath when Geralt nipped at him, lighter than he did to Jaskier.

He wasn't sure what came over him again when he growled and sunk his own teeth into Geralt's neck. The witcher's breath hitched. His skin was different from Jaskier's, his scent stronger. Radovid growled harder as he bit all over Geralt's neck, one of his hands gripping at Jaskier's chest and pushing him down on the ground.

Geralt lightly shoved at him, clearly not putting in as much strength as he could, lest he completely shattered him. His eyes were dark with lust as he bit at Radovid's shoulder, tearing at his shirt.

"Mine," Geralt growled, possessively squeezing at Jaskier's thigh. Jaskier's breathing picked up as he watched his predators fight over him, absolutely delighted by the sight.

"Mine," Radovid snarled back. He clawed at Geralt's chest, his fingernails leaving a faint red mark on his skin. When he pulled back, he saw that there was a tiny smear of blood on Geralt's neck where he bit too hard. Radovid's eyes widened in horror.

"Shit, I didn't mean to..."

"That's okay," Geralt drawled, licking his lips. "That's a feisty fox you lured here, little bunny."

Jaskier grinned. His cheeks were flushed pink, his chest heaving with his aroused breaths. His cock was straining, steadily oozing precome.

"Very bitey. I like it."

"Let me just..." Radovid leant in and licked the droplet of blood off Geralt's neck. He was surprised to find Geralt shivering in response.

"Fuck," Jaskier moaned. He pushed himself up on his elbows to see better. "Oh, these are some very possessive predators, alright."

Geralt hovered above him. His strong hands held Jaskier down as he licked and nibbled all over his body. Jaskier looked like the most beautiful, most delicious meal as he laid beneath them, so open, so willing. Radovid hasn't seen him like that before, but now that he did, he couldn't get enough.

They were right about this game, he thought as he sucked hickies into Jaskier's hip, adding his own marks to Geralt's collection. This sinful roleplay woke something primal up in him as well, something that made him want to shed every societal expectation, that made him want to never stop biting and clawing at that beautiful prey beneth him.

He was going to eat him alive.

"Hop on my face," he told Jaskier. Jaskier sent him an amused look, but he did sit up gingerly, grinning when Radovid lay on the ground and started grabbing at his hips.

"Aw, the fox seems really hungry," Jaskier cooed as he climbed up on Radovid's body, hovering above his face in a backwards position. "Don't worry, we have just the treat for him."

He started lowering himself down. Radovid grabbed him and yanked him down in one quick motion, until Jaskier's plump buttocks covered his face. Jaskier let out a gasp when Radovid licked over his hole with a hungry moan. He grabbed onto Jaskier's meaty thighs, digging his fingers into his flesh as he lapped at Jaskier's entrance.

"Oh... What a clever tongue this fox has", Jaskier moaned. He ground his hips down gently, his breath hitching when Radovid lightly nipped at his sensitive skin.

Radovid felt something brush against him. Since he couldn't see due to Jaskier's luscious body covering his face, he could only guess that Geralt knelt over him.

He heard the sound of a belt unbuckling. He moaned straight into Jaskier's hole that fluttered against his tongue eagerly.

"The bunny seems pretty hungry, too," Geralt said. There was an excited little gasp, then Jaskier leant forward. Radovid heard Geralt let out a moan, then hot, wet, sucking sounds. He realized Jaskier started sucking Geralt off, and that made his already painfully hard cock twitch.

"Isn't it great that there's enough of this bunny to share," Geralt growled. His voice rumbled deep in his chest, thick with arousal. Jaskier moaned, his voice muffled by the cock in his mouth.

"He's a whole feast."

He definitely was, and Radovid truly wanted to devour him. He pointed his tongue and thrust it inside, making Jaskier's hips twitch above him. He was heavy, and so warm, his bum, round and thick like a ripe peach, covered his entire face. He ran his hands over his fuzzy, soft thighs, enjoying the way they trembled.

He felt Geralt place a hand on his knee as he moved forward to rock into Jaskier's mouth. Jaskier made a choking sound as Geralt's cock hit the back of his throat. His hole fluttered around Radovid's tongue.

"Does the bunny taste good?" Geralt asked, breathless. While having Jaskier on his face was a heavenly experience, Radovid kind of wished he could see Geralt's face in the throes of passion right now. Radovid moaned again as he circled his tongue, teasing the sensitive nerve endings. Jaskier whimpered around Geralt's dick, grinding his hips down.

Jaskier breathed harshly through his nose as Geralt gently thrust into his mouth. Radovid followed suit as he buried his face in deeper, his hand kneading Jaskier's hips and thighs, fingernails digging into the small rolls at his waist forcefully. He caressed Jaskier's sensitive inner walls with his tongue before he pulled it out and teased it along his rim. Jaskier made a choked-up sound akin to a sob. Geralt shushed him softly.

"That's a good bunny, so good for us."

Radovid continued teasing that tight ring of muscle until Jaskier trembled above him, desperately rocking against his face for more. He plunged his tongue back in, stretching him out, forcing their needy bunny to take everything the fox and the wolf wanted to give him. He fucked Jaskier with his tongue in rhythm with Geralt who canted his hips into that needy mouth.

He heard a deep, guttural moan above him, then a shaky release of breath. Jaskier swallowed audibly. Radovid moaned when he realized what just happened.

"Fuck," Geralt moaned. He kissed Jaskier on the lips noisily. Jaskier whimpered against his mouth.

"Is the fox doing okay under there?" Geralt asked, gently tapping Radovid on the chest. "That rump is quite the handful."

Radovid gave Geralt a weak thumbs up. He could barely breathe with how heavy Jaskier was on his face, especially when he grinded down so desperately, rubbing his plump bottom right against his mouth, but right now, Radovid believed that if he died like this, suffocating under his bunny, it would be worth it.

He fucked Jaskier harder with his tongue, pointing it and thrusting it in as deep as he could. Jaskier cried out in pleasure as Radovid repeatedly hit his sweet spot with the tip of his tongue.

"That's it," Jaskier whimpered, his voice growing high-pitched, his hips stuttering as he approached his climax, "fucking devour me."

Radovid let out a groan. He circled his tongue quicker, his lips closing around Jaskier's hole like a vice to suck on it, attacking him with pleasure from every angle. When his teeth scraped his sensitive skin again, Jaskier came, nearly sobbing as he spilled over Radovid's chest.

Geralt helped Jaskier off Radovid's face. Radovid gasped for breath and blinked against the sudden light as Geralt's face came into view.

"Still good?" He asked. Radovid nodded tiredly. Jaskier nuzzled into his neck with a happy giggle.

"Everyone ate, but what about the wolf?" Jaskier cooed. He settled down comfortably, letting Radovid rest his head on his thighs. "I bet he's hungry."

Geralt's eyes were dark as they landed on Radovid. It made him tremble with want. Geralt reached for Radovid's belt with a questioning look. The prince nodded frantically.

He swore when Geralt's hand closed around his dick. The witcher gave it a few experimental pumps. Radovid threw a hand over his face as he continued cursing. Jaskier caressed his hair, murmuring something Radovid couldn't make out. He didn't even have the chance to comprehend anything because he was engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. He watched, mouth agape, as Geralt bobbed his head up and down, taking his full length easily.

"He's very good at this, isn't he," Jaskier purred, gently scratching at Radovid's scalp. Radovid gripped onto the grass, trying to hold on a little longer as Geralt sucked on his tip, his eyes dark with lust. "When a beast like that unhinges its jaw, you'll be swallowed whole."

Geralt took this opportunity to sink completely down on Radovid's dick, choking lightly when he hit the back of his throat.

Being so aroused for so long now, it didn't take much for Radovid to lose it and empty his load into Geralt's mouth. Geralt pulled off slowly, making sure his teeth scraped over Radovid's oversensitive dick, causing it to twitch one last time.

Geralt laid next to him and kissed Jaskier over Radovid's head. Radovid looked up at them, a grin spreading on his face.

This was definitely the weirdest thing he's ever done, but also the most amazing.

#predator & prey #geradskier (?) lol #geraskier #radskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #radovid #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic

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orie-ology · 1 year

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A sliver of hope

Fandom: Arcana Twilight

Pairing: Vega x OC/Reader

Warnings: bad grammar and spelling, not proofread, OOC character, mild spoilers for Vega's backstory

Author's Note: Henloooo, this is my first time writing for this fandom, heck even writing on this platform in general. Anyways, I had Vega and my OC in mind while writing this. This is a snippet on how Vega and my OC gradually opens up so if some parts doesn't make sense I apologize for that heheh :>>

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It was one of those nights, one where your thoughts wouldn't let you sleep.

You've been tossing and turning in bed for the past few minutes trying to get some shut eye, but you simply had too much stuff in your mind.

Ultimately, you decided to get out of bed and go for a quick walk. The night air is chilly, but soothing nonetheless. You found a place to sit then gazed up at the night sky. You've always found the skies of Bound Arlyn to be a sight to behold, especially at night.

Whilst you were busy stargazing, you failed to notice a figure watching, observing you. He didn't plan to follow you, in fact, he was about to rest after a tiring mission. Well, when it came to you, he can't help but worry. But why hide? he asks himself. Maybe he didn't want to get caught, or maybe he still finds it hard to face you. After all, it's been quite a while since he last saw you. The pain of that day, when faith decided to seperate the both you was still fresh. Adding the frustration he felt after knowing you remembered little to nothing of your childhood together (or so he thought) simply made it difficult for Vega to approach you. But seeing you restless and looking lost he can't help but worry, wondering what he can do to help.

While Vega was lost in his own thoughts, he heard you let out a particularly loud sigh. That's enough hiding, he told himself as he made his way towards you.

"...Summoner"

"GAHHHHH!! Oh, it's you."

In your defense, you weren't expecting to meet anyone this late in the evening, especially not Vega.

"What are you doing out here? You should be sleeping."

"Hmm I'm just simply stargazing, that's all." Opting not to say that you couldn't sleep.

"I see..."

An awkward silence followed, not that you mind, it was Vega after all. You've been wanting to speak to him but just couldn't. A lot has changed about him after all those years and you fear that the person you once knew may no longer be there.

"Y/N" he called, startling you from your thoughts. He was seated beside you now, though with a bit of distance.

"You can come to me if there is something bothering you" Ahh so he saw right through you.

"Oh don't worry about it, nothing I can't handle."

Another silence. You wanted to say something, anything, just to keep conversing with him but where would you begin? As you were caught in your little dilemma you heard him speak.

"I missed this."

"Oh?"

"... Y/N there's so much I want to tell you but... where do I even begin?"

Oh. Oh. So he feels the same way?

"Same here"

He looks at you.

"How about we start small? There's no need to rush. We could get to know each other again" you said.

Again... Vega repeats that word in his mind, Hoping that you remembered all those times you both had together.

"That would be nice" he responded

Another silence followed, but this time it's a comfortable one. Maybe, just maybe you could go back to being close friends again, but for now being able to talk with him again is enough.

Well, this scenario looked better in my head. It's probs all over the place but i'll just place this here.

I may or may not continue and elaborate more on this but this will do for now

#orie's writing #arcana twilight #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight x reader #arcana twilight x oc #arcana twilight x mc

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floralembarrassment · 2 years

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Just a Question (1/1) (jegulus)

This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. But here he was, one his way and nothing could stop him. His brain kept saying run, but his feet kept moving like they had a mind if their own. That Gryffindor bravery was merciless sometimes. If Regulus Black wasn't so damn gorgeous he definitely would have fled without another thought. James shook his head to bring back his focus, and then took a moment to let that lion heart fill him up as he walked straight into the snake pit.

Regulus was sitting with his back against the half wall out in the grounds. The first of the winter sun was shining down on him, allowing his freckles to stand out against his pale skin. Of course they would be sitting outside after the first light snow fall of the year. But Regulus had his eyes closed and face turned up at the sun. This sight, while breath taking for James, wasn't really what made him nervous. It's that Regulus was surrounded by his friends, who despite his best efforts still did not really like him. Dorcas was sitting next to Regulus and appeared to be telling an elaborate story. Evan was on his other side and Barty was laying down his head in Evan's lap. And Pandora was laying on her back on top of the wall, her blonde hair cascading down the side, looking like a sleeping princess Lily had told him about years ago. He took a gulp of air and marched over.

Before James could say anything came a brusque: "Ugh who is blocking the sun?" Regulus had spoken, and was clearly annoyed. Great start, James thought. "Uh hi... sorry to bother you," James started. Already rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Regulus' eyes snapped open and he tried very hard to conceal the small smile playing on his lips. James soon realized Regulus' eyes weren't the only ones on him. Barty spoke next, "do you need something Potter or are you just going to stand there like a great door?" The others laughed and Pandora mumbled something about doors being much more practical than to just bloke out the weather. "Sorry. Um- Er... Regulus could I talk to you for a moment?" James finally spluttered out.

Regulus had moved to get up but Dorcas and Evan simultaneously flung their arms out to keep him seated. Evan took the next line: "whatever you have to say to him you can say in front of us." Regulus laughed. Ever the Slytherin he allowed his friends to mess with James, and he enjoyed seeing him sweat. "You heard them," Regulus said and offered his hand out in prompt for James to continue right where he was.

"Oh, uh.. okay. Okay." James was stuttering. He took a deep breath. "I-I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me?"

Every single head turned to stare at him and in unison jaws dropped. Regulus' mouth hung open a minute too long, and James who had been terribly nervous read that as a very solid no. He quickly went to turn around. "Sorry nevermind it was a stupid idea..." he started to walk away.

"James! Wait!" Regulus sprung up, his brain had reset and he was able to think and move and speak again. He caught up to James and pulled him around by the arm. "Of course I want to go the ball with you!" He said, in the same rushed speech in which James had asked. James' face spread into a huge grin. He put his arms around Regulus' waist and pulled him into a hug, then picked him up and spun him around making them both laugh. "Okay okay put me down. Yes I'll go. But don't wear red." Regulus warned cheekily and winked. He then pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you tonight," Regulus whispered into James' ear and promptly turned back to his friends. James couldn't help but skip his way back into the castle. He had to write quickly to his mother for anything other but the only set red dress robes he had.

#jegulus #starchaser #james x regulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #fanfic #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #lgbtq+#marauders era #fluff #slytherin #gryffindor

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sullina · 2 years

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I think Meliodas would still live with Zaratrus at first. He'd gone into forming the Sins under the assumption they'd all hate him with the exception of Merlin and possibly Gowther who doesn't know any better. He never expected that opinion to change at all much less as drastically as it did, so he didn't see the need to actually live with them. He'd even be trying to save up to get his own place at some point, somewhere close enough to the castle he could get there in a moments notice but isolated enough that he isn't bothering anyone.

The Sins, upon learning where he was living, eventually convinces him to move into the barracks with them, since they have their own complex and everything. It takes a while though, since their sudden change in disposition makes Meliodas' paranoia jump up and he's suspicious of their intentions. Guy legit is so used to everyone hating him he can't imagine the Sins changing their minds, heck he still has trouble believing Baltra and Zaratrus don't hate him!

The Sins are stumped when they realize that Meliodas has started to subtly avoid them. Were they doing something wrong? Was he scared of them because they had been so mean to him before?

Meliodas' reasoning was that he was just being cautious in case this really was some kind of elaborate prank to hurt him in the end. Ban and King had openly hated him until just recently and while Diane and Escanor were nice enough, he couldn't rule out that they weren't in on it.

And while he lived with Zaratras, he had a hard time calling it his home. It was really more like a temporary place to stay. He didn't feel too comfortable sleeping there either, instead opting to stay awake all night and catch a few naps during the day in a nearby forest, preferably in a high tree where no one could see him, if only to keep Merlin off his back. He also preferred to limit his contact with Baltra and Zaratras while occasionally checking out what they were doing without knowing he was there. It was not spying, that is an evil thing to do, which Meliodas does not do, because he is not evil. He didn't want to risk getting caught in some trap to be experimented on by the druid or something. He didn't even trust the guy to cook his food just in case he would slip something weird in it while Meliodas wasn't looking. Not to mention, even while everyone knew he was a demon, he was still really self conscious about eating in front of other people since it usually resulted in everyone having one more reason to pick on him.

#everyone knows au #nnt #meliodas #sullina nnt #nnt everyone knows au

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A two part scene from the Ba Sing Se AU:

Zuko laughed at Toph's story that afternoon as hard as everyone else did. Everyone had told one, except him. Even Mai had told hers and it was an admittedly funny and kind of terrifying narrative of the kind he belatedly realized he'd never bothered to ask her.

"So what's your story, Flames?"

Zuko blinked. His would be a more serious, and sadder tale but it still had to be told.

"After everything beneath Lake Laogai," he said reflectively as he stared into the goblet he had in front of him, "Azula told me that I had regained my own honor that day, and that my honor was mine to shape. I thanked Uncle for his wisdom but I never appreciated hers. I was lost, then, to my anger."

He shook his head.

"She's dead now, so there's no risk of speaking of this or admitting some of the mistakes I know I made." His friends' postures subtly shifted at that and Mai noticed this and might have made a point to ask about it afterward had he not continued.

"I thought when she brought me home and said I killed the Avatar that she was playing some elaborate mind game besides that. Toying with me. Playing one of her little 'Azula always lies' gambits." Mai flinched at those words and her fingers rapped on the table slightly but she otherwise said nothing.

"I spent that whole boat trip wondering just what the game was, how she might play it. Father poisoned our lives to the point that when my sister, however misguided, actually did one of the nicest things she ever did for me I looked for the dagger in my back."

He gave a single bitter laugh at that.

"Not that it matters now. But...." Silence paused.

"So the stupidest thing that I did with that was spending a week terrified of how she'd exploit things, of what she would do when we returned and Father was actually happy with me, and proud of me. She was a heartbeat from the throne, from everything she ever actually wanted and she threw it all away to bring me home.

And I just couldn't see that. That first night I got restless with it, so at midnight after inability to sleep I went straight to her room and busted open the door."

The silence before had been one kind of silence. This was a different one, and he did not see the way his friends looked at each other and then at him, let alone the expression on Mai's face and her forcing her fingers to clench so hard she drew blood from her palm rather than giving away anything else she felt.

"She looked...." he sighed. That part of him that knew in the end that his father's approval was the only sign he needed of his mistake as they'd multiplied and the shadows of a greater crisis than that of Yu Dao drew around his people.......that part was in full swing tonight and he wasn't focused on anything else but the ripples in the wine from his stirring it.

"It wasn't like the last times I saw her. Not the Agni Kai, or when I sent her out of the Fire Nation." Mai's expression hardened at that and for the first time his friends saw what the expression of true anger looked like on the stone face. "Her robe that night was....normal. Not the kind of stuff a royal usually wore." Mai's look became darker.

"So I spoke to her about it and she told me the truth as much as she did anything. My sister did something good for me twice, saved my life once. And all I let myself see was the worst shape of everything she did. I was blind. None so blind as those who do not see."

Toph simply thinned her lips and said nothing while Zuko and Katara shared an identical expression and set of hand gestures.

The stories were done and the talks that followed were stilted and awkward, which Zuko detected without fully understanding why. Not until after a strangely formal set of farewells that would be the last time he'd see his friends until five years later his Uncle made a catastrophically stupid decision that would alter a great many lives forever.

That evening Mai stood in front of him in the kind of robes royals were more used to wearing.

"Zuko," her voice was cold and not at all the tone he was used to hearing. "You went into Azula's room in the middle of the night."

He nodded, blinking.

"You talked about her robe."

That tone was colder and he had no idea how she could do that and why he was suddenly nervous.

"Yes. I mean you know she loved luxury, Mai. That was.....an odd choice."

Mai went over to him and they were very close and he saw the tells of her being extremely furious.

"You went to see my best friend, your literal sister, in the middle of the night and barged open in her door without warning?"

In a sudden motion she had one of her knives in her hands, edge pointed away from him.

"If I ever find out about you doing anything like that to someone else, Zuko," from coldness to the steel of her anger, "I'll give a little prick a little prick."

She said "I'll be sleeping in my old room tonight. Good night, my love."

Only Mai could pack more menace into three words of her native language than most people did into an entire speech.

When some of her words registered on him that night at midnight he suddenly sat up with a sudden startled expression and a look of dawning shock and horror. The realities that lurked at the edges were intimidating enough that he fell on the most honored reflex of his family and refused to face them or that there was something wrong and instead went back to sleep pulling his pillow over his head.

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Ba Sing Se University Dorms:

Lu did not understand why, two days from the visit she had a knock at her door. She'd expected it might be her fiancee and then she saw her new friends standing there, a look on their faces she didn't expect. She looked down. No, she was dressed in normal university clothes. She looked around. No particular mess.

"Uh....hi?" Her expression flatly showed confusion.

"Lu," Toph said with a strange tone to her voice, "we just want to....visit."

Sokka coughed and she raised an eyebrow. She knew her new friends did things strangely and this presumably was one of those times. Only much later would she learn the nature of the story and the reasons that lay behind things.

#atla aus #ba sing se au

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empire-at-war · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 28

kink of the day: Cloning & Self-cest

additional kinks/warnings: threesome, plug and play/cyborg interfacing/mind sharing?

characters: Var'lin and Shelly @starrealis

A/N: In her base of operations on Tatooine Shelly often uses her clones to do some minor repairs. Turns out they are good for other things too. :P

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Var'lin winced as Shelly plugged in another cable, the sensation almost too much until she remembered to slow down the data feed. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back against the surface of the worktable, finally able to enjoy the slower stream of information and the connection building between them through the interfacing cables. Shelly kept working on his implants, most of her attention dedicated to the delicate task, and he took the opportunity to greedily download whatever data he could find. She didn't bother to erect any firewalls and let him into her unique mind, giving him access to her memories and even let him control some of her environmental subroutines. His fingers traced one of the cables connecting them, caressing it like he would any part of her body. His other hand followed the circuits in her arm as he was playing with the sensitivity settings of her body to see if he could make her shiver. When he succeeded, she stopped working for a moment to look at him. Her expression wasn't exactly annoyed, but he could still tell she wasn't happy with the distraction.

“This is a very delicate procedure.” “I know.”

He was in her mind. He knew what she was doing and how easily she could damage him. He also knew this was going take a few more hours at least. But their connection worked both ways, so she could probably feel his growing arousal, too. He pushed one of her own memories at her, a recent memories of when he had arrived on Tatooine a few days ago. Her hands tearing at his clothes, her body moving on top of him, the sweet pain of her nails digging into his back. He knew this wasn't a very smart course of action, but Shelly always made him reckless. “I need to finish this, and yet you insist on distracting me.” She was genuinely puzzled by his behavior. If he hadn't known better he could have sworn she was pouting.

“I'm sorry,” he lied, smiling at her. “I have a proposition for you,” she finally said without looking at him. His curiosity was piqued, but to his immense disappointment, she just kept working on his implant and didn't elaborate, didn't share her plans through their link. He noticed part of her consciousness working on something new, he could sense her connecting to another machine in the deeper parts of the base where he couldn't follow. Curiosity only fueled his desire. He slipped one hand past the waistband of his trousers to stroke himself, disappointed when that didn't get any reaction from Shelly. She must be able to feel it through their connection, the silky soft skin under his palm, the tingling pleasure in his spine, the pressure building...

The doors to her lab opened with a hiss and Var'lin's jaw dropped when another Shelly entered the room. No, not one, two. As soon as he got a closer look, he realized that they were two of her clones, and that they didn't resemble Shelly as much as he had thought at first glance. They both lacked the extensive implants of the original. They also had normal human eyes. Green, like the sea on her home planet... As soon as they had entered the room the two clones started stripping out of their jumpsuits, their movements lacking the elegance of the original, but Var'lin wasn't going to complain. Not when they stripped down completely, revealing slightly fuller breasts, perfect pale skin and oh. Now they were kissing. Touching each other. One of them moaned as the other bent down to suck her nipple into her mouth. “I love the way you think,” he said out loud, but then he realized that this was his fantasy, and Shelly was just giving him what she had seen in his thoughts. Before he could communicate anything else, the two clones had already climbed onto the worktable. They crouched down next to him, careful not to disturb any of the cables connecting him and the original Shelly. One of them proceeded to get his cock out and wrap her mouth around it, her expression curious, as if she had never done this before. Well, she probably hadn't.

Var'lin moaned anyway as she started sucking on it, her technique improving with every second, as Shelly no doubt fed her with all the relevant information. Damn, he couldn't say what was hotter. The way both of them pressed against him, or the way they stroked his balls as the clone increased her efforts. What he didn't particularly like was the way they kept looking at him. Their eyes were wrong, not just the color, there was fascination in them, adoration, and an innocence that just wasn't right. He didn't know how far Shelly's control over her clones went. Perhaps she had given the instruction or perhaps the second clone acted out of her own free will as she straddled him, but in the end it didn't matter. She took him inside with a startled moan, and Var'lin could see the confused pleasure reflected on her twin's face.

The clone started moving, slowly as not to jostle him too much. She was so tight Var'lin had to hold his breath and bite his lip to keep himself from thrusting. He doubted Shelly had ever used them in this manner before, had allowed anyone to use them like this. The second clone was kneeling next to him, squeezing her breasts, drawing red welts on pale skin with her nails, hungry for sensation and moaning every time her twin brought her hips down.

“Stay still,” Shelly's dispassionate voice reminded him.

“I'm sorry,” he lied again, but he did his best not to make this any harder for her. After all he wanted her to finish quickly and join them, for she was the only Shelly that mattered to him.

#kinktober 22 #kinktober day 28 #var'lin #shelly #cyborg ocs #swtor ocs #starrealis #almost done omg #3 more days to go

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The Invitation

Here is my TSE Secret Santa for @accidental-spice for the prompt "Noah and Ruya in college." enjoy!!

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Noah walked from the library side by side with Ruya, where they had been studying together for their end of semester exams. In truth, he would need to be doing some further studying after they parted. He had not gotten as much out of this session as he might have. Ruya's presence could be… distracting. When he was meant to be poring over notes, he kept sneaking glances at the furrow in her brow and purse in her lips as she concentrated on something she was reading, at her fingers slowly twirling a pencil between them, at a lock of hair sliding down from her shoulder and hanging in front of her eyes, begging to be pushed back into place. All the same, whether or not it had been ideal studying conditions, he considered it to be time well spent.

They were both bundled against the cold, hats pulled around their ears and the shoulders of their thick coats almost rubbing together as they walked. Ruya's mittened hands clutched the straps of the bag slung on her shoulder, and Noah's were shoved into his pockets, where they wouldn't betray him and try to reach for hers.

He wasn't sure he was ready to think about what that would mean.

"So," Ruya said, her voice somewhat muffled by her thick scarf, "do you have plans for Christmas break? Are you going home?" Ruya didn't know where "home" was for Noah, but she knew it wasn't particularly nearby. Enough that his traveling for break might be in question.

Noah shook his head. For the first few years of this whole arrangement, Bhatair had wanted to spend his Christmases with his family, meaning Thoth had been free to share his with his. But people had been begging Velvare to stay for some big to-do in Greenway, so maybe that would be nice for Avidan. Maybe. And that meant, of course, that Thoth would stuck out here being Bhatair. Maybe that would be nice for him, spending Christmas with Gudrun and Nathan and Delaney, instead of his own son. Noah couldn't exactly crash that party without raising a lot of questions. So no, he did not have any plans for Christmas. It wasn't as though he could travel home on his own.

"No you don't have plans or no you're not going home?" Ruya asked, when he gave no further elaboration.

"Both," Noah said, and shrugged. "I mean, I guess I'll go to a service, and… get a nice meal somewhere." If he could find somewhere that was open on Christmas. Maybe he'd just be eating in his room, all alone.

This was actually a bit depressing, now that he thought about it.

"You can't be spending Christmas alone!" Ruya protested, aghast.

"Ah, it's just how things worked out this year," Noah replied, trying to sound nonchalant, like this was not really a big deal and did not bother him even a little bit.

"No, no, that is not acceptable," Ruya said, prodding him in the shoulder with mittened fist m , for emphasis. Before Noah could ask what she expected him to do about it, she continued. "I'll have to tell my parents that we're inviting you over. They'd be thrilled to have you, I'm sure. No one should be alone on Christmas."

"I don't know," Noah said doubtfully, rubbing the back of his head, although the thought of his own lack of Christmas plans was sounding more and more dismal the more he thought about it. "I wouldn't want to intrude…"

"Nonsense! The more the merrier. What's Christmas spirit if it isn't shared?"

"I guess it's pretty miserable," Noah said, with the image in his mind of sitting alone next to a tiny, sad tree and a carefully wrapped present he wouldn't be able to get to Idony until well after the holiday.

"You see? Don't act like you don't want to celebrate with someone," Ruya said, and Noah had to admit that she had won. Now that he could no longer try not to think about it, he could no longer deny that he really, definitely, did not want to spend Christmas alone.

And spending it with Ruya, specifically, would definitely fill him with cheer appropriate to the holiday.

"Alright, yes - if your parents say it would be fine, I'll come over. I would be glad to." Ruya grinned and clapped her hands, or rather produced a soft thump from her mittens. Noah smiled and ducked his head, finding he was actually very excited by the invitation now that he had allowed himself to accept it. "Is it going to be a big crew?" That would make it a lot easier to fit one more person in, and he wouldn't have to feel like he was putting anyone out of their way.

Ruya shook her head. "Just us, a quiet little celebration. Hope that's alright."

"Of course," Noah said quickly.

"What's it usually like for you at home?"

Noah thought back to Christmases past in the overcrowded orphanage. "Chaotic." He smiled fondly. He would miss being with his family, but… "I don't think I'll mind having something a little more peaceful, for a change."

"Well, good, I don't think we can provide much chaos, if that's what you wanted. But we can provide a delicious dinner, and entirely too many cookies, and a warm fireplace."

It sounded heavenly. "And good company," Noah added, leaning over to knock Ruya's shoulder with his own.

"Something you'll be bringing along yourself, too," she replied, looking aside at him with a smile. Noah dared to wonder, then, if their study session had been exactly as productive for her as it had been for him. He watched her face, for just a little too long, before answering.

"Well… just let me know once you've talked to your parents." He came to a stop. They'd reached the point in their walk back where their paths would diverge. "Tell me where and when to show up, and I’ll be there."

Ruya half-turned to face him. "I will. And I know they'll say yes. They’ve heard a lot about you.”

Noah raised an eyebrow. “Good things, I hope?”

“Of course!” Ruya exclaimed, and giggled. “Great things, don't worry. We'd all love to have you. Um. So I'll see you later!" She waved and hurried off down the path. Noah held a hand up, watching her go.

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I'm not totally clear on the timeline of Noah's education, but I figure this happens sometime between the start of his time at college and Thoth's death. I don't feel confident enough in writing Ruya's parents, of whom we've barely seen anything, to write this actual Christmas dinner, but I hope the invitation is sweet enough on its own! Merry Christmas!

#tse secret santa 2022 #tse secret santa #the silver eye #tse #nerdarians #noah st claire #ruya st claire #(except before that was her name)

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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 2 years

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3. Free the love: The one where the GOT is forgotten

Paring: F! Parker x F! Cas x F! Gabe

Warning: fluff + smut (first time)

If you are under age or uncomfortable with smut, pay attention to the signs on/off <smut> </smut>

Description: Gabe finds out Parker's insecurities.

Word count: 2095

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Gabe and Parker were sitted next to each other in the sofa watching a very graphic sex scene on GOT.

"Are you wincing, honey?" Gabe asked incredulously "Are you embarrassed?" She chuckled

"Of course I am!" She said hiding her face into Gabe's shoulder

"Why? It is just sex, honey" Gabe said with an amused smile

"I know. I am weird" she muffled into her shoulder

Gabe laughed pulling Parker to her arms. "You are cute" She said giving a caste kiss in her forehead.

"Yeah, 'cute' " Parker let out a disappointed breath

"What? There is something wrong with cute?" Gabe looked puzzled

"I don't think I want my girlfriend thinking me 'cute', when we are all alone watching a sex scene..." Parker whispered looking down to her hands

"And what do you want your girlfriend to think right now?" She said grining mischievously.

"I am definitely not answering that!" She blushed

"Hot? Gorgeous? Freaking delicious? " Gabriela said while pushing Parker down the sofa and laying on top of her. "Cause I also think all that" She said giving Parker a smoldering kiss

"Well, maybe... " She smiled throught the kiss and pushed her thigh against Gabe core.

"Hm.. and I don't mind THAT at all." Gabe took in a sharp breath " You are not blushing now..."

"Yeah, I am ok with teasing, but..." Parker said pulling of her leg and pushing Gabe to the side

"But?" Gabe said laying beside her girlfriend holding her head up by her elbow

"I get nervous about it" Parker shrugged it off

Gabriela was watching Parker reaction to the subject. She could see that her girlfriend wanted to get intimate, they had some pretty heated moments in the last few weeks. But she couldn't understand why she was restraining herself so much.

"Do you want to?" Gabe ask patiently

"Of course I do" Parker said with her gaze locked to the ceiling

"Do you want it with me?" Gabriela asked turning her girlfriend gaze towards her by her chin

"That is just a stupid question" Parker cocked a brow to her

"Bare it with me" Gabe said seriously

"Of course I want you!" Parker exasperated

"So what is wrong?"

"Well.. you know.. I don't know!!"

"Honey, talk to me"

Parker took her time to gather her thoughts. Just thinking about it got her hot and bothered, but she was too self conscious to let it flow.

" I literally don't know how to be the one doing it! What if I am not good?" Parker said hiding her face in her hands

"What? " Gabe said shocked

"I don't know! You are much more experienced than I! What if I screw up? Like, if I can't make you.. well.. enjoy?!" Parker blushed at that, but Gabe took her hand of her face and cupped her cheek

"Honey, sex does no depends on one person - is a couple thing. I respect you and I trust you to respect me. We can talk and guide ourselves towards where we want."

"How is that going to work?" She grinned sarcastically "are you going to 'coach' me to pleasure you?" - she air quoted sarcastically

"Will you feel more comfortable if I do? If so, yes." She said that tucking a small lock of hair behing Parker's ear, trailing her finger down to her cheek. There was nothing but love and respect on Gabe's eyes. "I love you, Parker. And I am here for the long run. I want all of that with you"

"I love you too"

And they stood there in silence for several moments without actually paying attention to the TV.

"Hm... How about we turn this TV off and start your coaching lessons?" Parker gave a side smile turning to kiss her girlfriend " Like, where do we even start: Ethics? 'How to do it yourself'? Anatomy?" They laughed and Gabe rolled to be on top of her again

"We can start slow, you know. First lesson- Ethics: do you consent? "

"Hm. Very elaborate lesson, 'teach'. I do consent. Please go on" Parker said resting her hands across Gabriela's neck

"Well, secondly, I really hope the 'how to it yourself' is already on check" She chuckled

"I AM NOT TELLING YOU THAT" Parker laughed

"Ok. Ok. Then, Anatomy" Gabe said running her hands at the side of her girlfriend body "I think we need a change of scenery for this one" She said pulling her girlfriend to her arms and rushing to the bedroom.

Parker was still giggling when Gabe sitted her on the bed and kept standing over her with a intense gaze. Parker catched her breath seeing her girlfriend like that, it was the sexier that she has ever seeing her: her tone muscles were tense, her eye were wide as to see her whole and the whole energy felt like she could eat her up right there.

She pulled Gabe for a deep kiss, tongues dances with each other, her hand closed behind her head pulling her even closer.

<smut>

- "Someone is eager. I thought I was the one teaching here" . She laughed into the kiss and bited the younger woman lower lip

- "Sorry, I.." Parker blushed. She was caught again between how much she wanted and how much she feared it

- "Don't worry, honey, I am going to guide you" Gabe said as reading her mind

- "I am just kind of selfaware"

- "Is ok? We can stop at anytime"

- "Yes. I don'twant to stop"

- "Lay back, then" Gabe said pushing Parker into the mattress. She took out her own shirt and straddled her. Each arm of hers rested onto one side of the young woman head as she hovered on top of her.

Parker eyes were roaming the woman's body and she was bitting her own lip.

- "Do you like the view?" her gaze shot up to meet Gabe's perfect grin as she gulped "Unbotton my jeans, P."

"Yes ma'am " Parker said tracing her shaking hands down her girlfriend body, Unbottoning and sliding the zipper down.

"Good girl. Now I want you to slightly touch me."

"Like this?" Parker said resting her hands over her outer folds

"Hm. Yes." Gabe took a minute to collect herself from the coursing pleasure coming from the touch "You are just out of me. You can sense the warmth. But not yet know how wet I am for you" She said glaring at her girlfriend with an intense gaze.

"You are?" Parker gulped

She smirked "Let's find out, shall we? Please, be subtle, I am trying to focus here, ok?" She smiled "Open me and put only one finger down the fold"

And so did Parker. She separated the outer folds with the other finger as she deeped her middle one in Gabe. She gasped as she felt her tight, warm and wet. As she couldn't help, she moved her finger lightly up and down the fold.

"Christ, honey " Gabe took a sharp breath clearly restraining herself "Don't do that yet."

"You feel delicious" Parker said licking her lips and keeping her finger resting on top of Gabe's clit "what now?"

"You are right on top of my clit. Different people like it differently. There are some who likes it rough and directly on top of it. Some are too sensitive and prefers the indirect touch. You can sense it with circling. If you circle and pay attention you are going to see how I like it. " Gabe said looking straight into her eyes.

As Parker started circling her clit Gabe left out a soft moan and rested her forehead into her shoulder

"Having some trouble focusing there, coach?" Parker smirked clearly satisfied on the arousal she could feel between her fingers "I do have a feeling you like it rough" She said increasing the pressure of the movement.

"Damn it. Wait!" Gabe was breathing fast and shallow as Parker stoped. "Yes, I like it rough" She said with dripping desire. " It is somewhat different from what we do to ourselves, but basically the same." She took a deep breath "Now flick it. Up and down, slowly." She returned to her position bracing herself for the undoubtedly insurge of pleasure that would follow.

So Parker did. Flicking up and down she could she Gabe's eyes closing and her mouth opening in a silent O as her breathing got even more rapid. She could see how wet Gabriela was now and how swollen her clit has gotten. In a bold move, she mixed the circling with the flicking, steading Gabriela's hip with her other hand.

The vampire was at a lost. Moaning and bulking she could barely remember that this was supposed to be instructional. She was already at a seven and getting closer to the edge by the second.

"Damn it, Parker. Stop!" She said grabbing her wrist and pulling it out of her jeans. She was panting hard.

"I wanna see you come" Parker said with a smirk

"Oh, honey. I have no doubt in my mind that you will. God!" Gabriela tried to compose herself for a few.

"Touch me again, but don't move yet" She commanded it. She took a deep breath in as Parker got her hand in her entrance, teasing it slightly. "Finger me. Once. Slow and steady, and stay there".

Parker stroked her inch by inch, until her knuckles were pressuring her clit. Gabe moaned a guttural sound and when she opened her eyes again, Parker shivered noticing the silver eyes.

"Now if I do this" Gabe said clenching her cunt "You can sense that I want you deeper". Then she started riding her hand lightly, pressuring her fingers inside of her "This is me pleading for you to move it faster or stronger"

Parker held her mouth a gape. The pleasure at seeing Gabriela on top of her like that was almost to much to handle. She was beautiful, sexy and totally at her mercy. Parker knew that she herself was wetter than she had ever been.

"Now, sweetheart. I want your thumb circling my clit while you keep fucking me" Gabe said barely a whisper.

So did Parker and Gabriela's stomach started to clench in a so near edge that hurted to keep it a at bay.

"Take it out, now" Gabe said with the last selfcontrol that she had. Parker pouted at the yet another pause, but obeyed.

"Suck it"

Parker's eye widen in desire as she realized what that meant: "you want me to suck my own finger?"

"Yes"

"Why"

"Because is hot and is going to drive me crazy"

There was no more explanation needed for that. Parker happily obeyed tasting Gabe's drip all over her finger. She made sure to give her girlfriend a show of licking and sucking her finger clear. Gabe watched her hungrily, biting her own lip still with her fangs out and glistering silver eyes.

" So, Coach, I am officially dropping out the session now." Gabe looked down at her with confusion

"And now I am going to fuck you senseless" Parker said confidently while dropping Gabe in the mattress and taking her jeans off in an unhumanly speed "and you are going to come for me. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes, ma'am" Gabe grinned. Her desire increasing 10 folds with tha commanding aura resonating from her girlfriend

"Good girl" She said right before crashing her lips onto Gabe's and snaking her hands inside of her again. Gabriela back was arching against her body in response, she tasted herself in Parker's lips.

She plunged deep, first one, then a second finger. She kept her thumb flickering and circling the girls clit while Gabe was frankly bulking against her barely holding together. Her nails left marks all over Parkers back as she reached closer to her peak in each stroke.

7..8...9. "Oh God - Parker!!!!!" She clanched in her back "Don't - take - your- hand -off.... Just ride me out" Gabe said with a breathless whisper as Parker kept shallow and slow strokes, pressuring her cunt to squeeze every single drop or ecstasy from there. Then both collapsed in the bed together.

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"Give me a minute " Gabe said covering her face with both hands catching her breath "You are way too good at this for your first"

"Do you need some blood to recover, honey?" Parker joked with a victorious smile kissing her cheek

"Pst. I might. You had me ejaculate! Do you know how rare that is? I don't even remember last time that I did that" Gabriela chuckled

"I've gotten a good teacher" Parker winked.

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#choices #wlw #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #immortal desires

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