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regulusfate · 3 years

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One loose thread doesn’t take the roll down

Hinny

Prompt : You’re safe now, I’m with you .

Requested by @alwaysmagica1 <3

the title is playing on the idea one bad day doesn’t mean they all will be.

It had meant something different once, to be safe. To be safe. It had been a thousand and one possibilities, of testing boundaries, of warmth, of a breath of fresh air and her falling body and his solid arms, like an anchor.

Somewhere that had changed for both of them, she wasn’t entirely sure when she stopped being scared of that thought, or if she ever had. Even there, in the light of the lampshade watching the over the marks of their children’s presence scattered across the living room, the handprints of paint etched into the walls, the toys knocked beneath the table, there came a hint of unsettlement within her chest.

Not quite placeable, the word danced between her tongue and her teeth, on the edge of spilling over like drops of red fine wine against a cream carpet, she never could find the right word for it. An ache, yes, and her fingers massaged through the cotton of her top to the callous skin, an ache but the feeling that came with it detached like a half formed thought cast to the fringes of her mind.

She wonders when they became so complacent. How they could forget so quickly, the world in all its fragile glory, the single tap of one man to shatter the globe encasing them.

It was dangerous, to pretend so sullenly, that life had moved on as though it could never happen again and yet, they all forget, their war had not been the first.

Her husband doesn’t forget. He cannot, and she will not, tracing the scars on his chest and the blackened edges of numb flesh where he could not feel, those long term effects of evading death and that striking curse.

She sees Harry. Not the boy who saved her in the chamber, but the man that built a pillow fought with his kids. Not the war hero still fighting in the ranks of the ministry, but the man who kissed her freckles ‘like the stars’, and plays with her hair, and that body that holds her close under the sheets.

They are a reliance on each other, letting the world drift in its complacency, they are upon their own mound of earth, a whole other wave.

sixth year

“Weasley !”

The sun struck the air and it dazzled, as she weaved through the beams cast her way as the blue of the ocean sky seemed to shimmer, froth on water.

Ginny laughed, billowing up from her lungs into the breathless air, embracing the rush. Harry lunged for her, their bodies swooping, swooning, clambering through the clouds about the sea of green and tiny etched houses. He missed. Their game of cat and mouse.

“You know for someone with an ‘elegant disposition’ on a broom-“

She laughed harder, arching out of his stretching hands, pitching her voice to mimic the report of the latest witchly weekly article, and his face fell into horror pulling his broom up short.

“You read that!”

The mortification in his voice and it cracked an octave higher. Ginny grinned, the wind brushing through her hair.

“Did you know you have an elegant disposition Mr Potter?”

She teased and his eyes sparkled despite the groan from his lips, their chests heaving with pleasure and panting breaths and flushed cheeks.

“Did you always want to be a poet, Miss Weasley?”

Harry quipped back and she choked on the breeze that cascaded her hair in waves of sparks.

“I was eleven !”

“Are my eyes still as green as a fresh pickled toad?”

He laughed, and Ginny scowled, watching his head tip back and eyes flutter closed, the soft cylinder of his giggles echoing in the breeze.

“Is my hair truly as dark as a blackboard?” Harry wheezed

It was quickly followed by a yelp, as he narrowly avoided a strike to the head. Darting forwards, he soared away, and she snatched up the quaffle once more.

“Don’t throw it at my face !”

“Scared to mess up that nose?” She teased back, and they were chasing through the clouds and the sunlight sky.

“Hey it’s straighter than Eloise Midgen’s”

Spurring her broom forwards, his voice tailing back, and she smirked

“Let’s see that elegant disposition then, I’ve always wanted a moving target”

“This is harassment, Weasley,” the distance closed between them, her eyes narrowed on his mop of hair, and he took a sharp left closer to the trees.

“Only until you forget the poem-“ Ginny warned, half teasing though her eyes were bright and smiling as her lips twisted into a determined frown.

“His eyes are as green as fresh pickled toad.”

Harry chanted with a bubbling laugh, dipping between the clouds

“Keep talking Potter !”

“At least I have a Hungarian horntail on my chest”

She snorted, thrown off guard by the sudden change, her hand slipped against the polished handle of the broom as a rogue bludger spun her way and she fumbled, off balance and unable to keep a hold as she veered to the side.

Falling was second nature to quidditch, but still a surprised noise escaped her lips as the air pushed past her, and her fingers gasped at nothing, as though the wind was fighting against gravity and losing and sinking and her hand would not reach her wand in time.

She didn’t want to die.

And then arms snatched at her waist, forcing the final breaths of oxygen from her lips in a startled jerk that bruised her ribs, and she was latching on to the stable body that kept her afloat. Something that might have been a laugh but detached from her ears and a tinge of hysteria as her fingers wound into the shirt and the world was burry in front of her eyes, woozy and sweeping, but she knew those arms as her chin connected with his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Harry murmured, a different chant, more to appease his own racing heart as his feet touched the ground gently but he didn’t attempt to remove his arms and for that Ginny was glad. She needed that anchor against her own pounding heartbeat.

“You’re safe now, I’m with you.” He mumbled, and she felt the soft graze of his lips pressing against her head as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Holy crap, Ginny I’m so sorry !”

Fred, his voice bursting forwards like a galloping horse and she could move again, the leaded feeling that weighted her legs seeped as they finally pressed fully into the grass.

“You’re an ass.” She snaps, voice partially muffled by Harry’s shoulder.

Fred’s face crumpled from horror to a kicked puppy, and Ginny sighed, not removing herself from his arms but twisting her neck to meet his eyes.

“It’s fine, it’s not the first time.”

His face remained plastered in worry, until a smirk lept on to her face.

“I’m fine,” her smirk grew wider “but I think you just gave mum a heart attack.”

His eyes snapped round to meet Molly Weasley white face in the doorway and gulped. His lips moved inaudible for a moment before his eyes found George with a pleading look. ‘Save me Georgie’

It was only when Molly’s yells began from the muted walls of the burrow, did she pull away, and met Harry’s own pale face with curious brown eyes, that bordered on teasing once again.

“I’m really sorry-“

“What did you mean?” He blinked, taken aback and frowned in confusion.

“You’re safe now , I’m with you?”

The colour returned full force to his cheeks, a blush riding up and he shifted awkwardly for a moment with a bashful shrug.

“I- I dunno” he mumbled sheepishly

“Okay then , Mr Chosen One,” she grinned and grabbed his hands, intertwining their fingers and moving towards the burrow and he groaned.

She was never letting him live it down.

There’s a shadow at the door, a creak and he’s stood there. It’s always his eyes. Brimming with an expanse of pain and loss and his fingers jumped against the side of his leg even as he shifted weight. His throat moved beneath his skin, swallowing in air, swallowing in silence. His lips not fully closed, she knows he wants to say something, anything, she can feel the tightness of his voice just in the shuddering breath he clambered to retain.

“You’re up late,” Ginny offered gently, and a part of her wished his face would crack into that roguish godforbid sexy smirk, stride forwards and tug her up against chest with an arching eyebrow. She wants to hear his low husky ‘maybe I was waiting for you’ breathed down her neck.

She wants it, because she knows the pain that takes hold is so much worse.

“Well I-“ he bites the inside of his cheek, and turns his head. His voice is rough, but it’s grating behind the force of every swallowed scream battering in his dreams and she can see his eyes blinking, the sharp line of his jaw in the light softened by the growth of his beard and jumping in place.

“Hey,” Ginny rose silently, into the shadows of the room and slips her fingers into his larger ones. They shake slightly against her. “Harry.”

He shakes his head for a moment, the muscles in his face gripping at his skin for control and she sees the blink of his eyelashes, thrice, before he folds into her embrace. His beard is ticklish against her neck, as his head presses into her shoulder and his arms curl tightly and Ginny knows he’s clinging to the heartbeat.

She reaches through his tense and tightening biceps to rub his back. His hair smelt of roses, it’s soft petal texture, feathered against her cheek, she liked it. His hair always seemed to smell of roses.

“Hey , hey it’s okay.”

He shudders, and her fingers find gently into the soft locks. The muscles in his back tense, rolling like the cup of raindrop slipping down the veins of dying leaves, and a sob follows.

“You’re safe now,” Ginny whispered, and he presses closer. “I’m with you.”

The always is left unsaid , but she knows he hears it. For a long moment they are simply held in an embrace, his body and hers, intertwined in limbs and a shared grief.

“You’re with me,” he mumbles, “you’re with me, you’re with me”

A pause, and her chest aches more to take his pain away. He pulls back first, pressing a sleeve to his eyes with another shaking breath, and exhaling slowly. She keeps a hand on his back rubbing up and down, as her mother had done , as he had done to her.

Ginny doesn’t ask if he wants to talk about it, as they gravitate slowly towards the sofa where there’s light cast out of the shadows and their tired bodies slump into the cushions. She doesn’t need to ask. They told each other everything they could , some things had taken years to speak of, others only seconds. Sometimes it would be silence, times where neither one will speak of what came crashing, tearing through their mind, it’s a story for another day.

Harry rubs a hand down his face, their knees touching, legs almost overlapping, and torso’s inclined towards each other. He leans an arm on the top of the sofa, and his fingers brush lightly over the scar , that scar , that ripples through his skin. He does it automatically, and sometimes purposefully. It’s strange how they could find comfort in the things that haunted them most.

“I’m scared for them.” He speaks after a while, and she fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt.

Them being the kids and Ginny knows he means, that ever present fear that their children should grow and witness the same horrors they had seen, as their parents had before them.

“James is almost five,” and the number comes out almost breathless, as if he can’t quite wrap his head around it, a wistfulness and a yearning. She sighs and moves, and he accepts the gesture instantly, opening his arms and she curls up against his chest.

It’s not something she likes to think about, truthfully.

“I’m scared too,” Her hand rubs against his chest, watching the creases in his shirt. “But our babies are growing up, and we get to see that.”

He hums, and she moves to glance upwards and meet Harry’s eyes, still those beautiful green.

“We get that.” Ginny whispers, and the echo of a smile wraps around his lips as his fingers drift up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

“We do.” He murmurs, like clarification and they lean into the touch the other offers instinctively. Her head presses back against his chest, and his fingers wind their way through her hair and they’ve stopped shaking now.

“I saw you in the mirror this morning,” it’s been plaguing her all day.

“Oh?”

She can almost hear the smile in voice now, and relaxes a little more.

“You’re not getting rid of the beard.”

A deep chuckle reverberates from his chest though soft into the quiet of the house and she grins.

All was , sometimes , well . They could live with that .

#post war hinny #hinny #hinny prompt #harry potter #hp golden era #hp next gen #hp fandom #hinny fanfic #harry and ginny #hp fanfic #post wizarding war #I’ve realised I’m not actually sure when in sixth year this could have happened #but let’s just go with it anyway

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angst-king · 3 years

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Dr Suneater

(this is a special needs AU, No Mirio, Tamaki, and Nejire were placed in 1-R they’d gotten in before 1-R had been made they were accepted by pure luck and faith from the school...)

Both Nejire and Mirio were so patient with their boyfriend Tamaki who lacked self confidence. He had anxiety in talking to people, being in large crowded places, even in his hero training but. He always managed to pull through. To many people Tamaki presented as a scared, fragile elfling who trembled at his own shadow but. To his boyfriend and girlfriend they saw how strong he was for not only dealing with anxiety and low self esteem but. For being strong enough to help the other two when they need him the most. There had been very few incidents where it was displayed in a public setting but one of the times was with Nejire.

They were walking through the cafeteria, lunch trays in hand, Mirio was talking about a video game they had all been playing. They took their seats at their favorite table. When Nejire noticed she’d forgotten her milk carton. “Hey guys I’ll be right back, I forgot to get my milk.” “Alright Nej” She gets up from her seat and is on her way to the lunch line to get her milk.

Smiling, she grabs her milk and heads back to go and pay for it before heading back to her table. As she walked back the feeling of dizziness washed over her. Her head began to blank and filled with a staticy sensation. She froze, her eyes couldn’t focus and she tried to stumble and regain sensation but she fell face forwards. Her body tensed up and started to shake and spasm around. The people she’d fallen around shrieked, jumping at this.

It had only been a minute and Tamaki was worried when Nejire hadn’t come back yet. He peered over and didn’t see her in the lunch line. He brought this up to Mirio who looked over and then seemed just as confused. “Huh? Where is she?” Then Tamaki saw a crowd of people around in a circle in the middle of the room, he’d had a bad feeling about this and got up from his seat. “Mirio I have a bad feeling about this.”

He puts down whatever he was doing and goes towards the large mob. Mirio followed the elf boy, as they grew closer to the crowd all that could be heard was. “Oh my god” “Should we do something?” “is she faking?” “let's get this on video” “This is kinda funny lets put it on tiktok” When the crowd gave Tamaki an opening, his blood began to boil. There she was lying on the cold tile floor convulsing and these people are just doing nothing but spectating and taking pictures! Something in tamaki changed his demeanor, he looked to Mirio with a serious look that sent chills his way. “Go grab Nejire’s spare bag Mirio” With nothing but a nod the blond hurried the other way.

Tamaki pushed his way through the crowd taking no prisoners. He made it to Nejire and started to push her on her side. She was warm to the touch as well as ridgid, she was frothing at the mouth as her eyes went back into her head. Students continued to crowd, narrowing the space some were trying to find a way to take a video, that made Tamaki growl.

“Back away now!” This shocked his peers as they’d known him as this timid thing who shook under their gaze but. This Tamaki was different. He was trying to control the situation the best he could. He felt this overwhelming need to protect his girlfriend who was in her most vulnerable moments. This was when she needed him the most, when she needed Tamaki to take charge. Someone tried to get down and get a close up picture, that was what made Tamaki snap. He did a spider man stance over top of Nejire which would block anyone’s view of her. Sprawling over top of her in a somewhat push up like position he yelled. “Get back now!”

Luckily Mirio phased his way over with Nejire’s bag. While this was going on Nejire’s seizure began to slow to a stop. Sighing in relief Tamaki sat beside her on Nejire’s right. Using the book bag to keep Nejire on her side. Tamaki began to loosen her tie and overcoat she wore then switching sides to get behind Nejire. “Mirio I need you to get me a hair tie or something to keep her hair back please.” Mirio quickly searched through the bag and got out a ribbon. Hands working swiftly, Nejire’s hair was tied into a medium height ponytail. Still leaving her bangs where they were as he moved on to examining the girl for any injuries. He swore under his breath seeing the right side of her face was a bit bruised. He sees her lip is busted and asked.

“Mirio, can you grab the bandaid pads please?” “already on it Sun” He’s handed a box of bandage pads and pulls out one and patches up the bleed. At the feeling of touch and voices Nejire starts to stir she’s struggling to get up but Tamaki gently pulls her down. “Shhh no Nej I need you to stay down for now.” She silently complied though made soft whimpers and whines as her body was slowly becoming limp. When Tamaki had finished his assessment he then asked Nejire. “Would you like to go to recovery girl, or your dorm?” “d-dorm please” Tamaki adjusted himself so he could help Nejire up while Mirio packed up the spare bag. “We’ll get our stuff, an excuse for the teachers and then it's off to your dorm.” Tamaki spoke softly, keeping his arm around Nejire’s waist to steady her. The crowd had dispersed a little which facilitated the walking to get their book bags.

Book bags over shoulder they went to the office to fill out an excuse to skip class which went smoothly. Now it was off to Nejire’s dorm. Nejire was starting to feel a little better but was still struggling to let their system rebalance itself. Making it to the dorm, Nejire began to feel sick to her stomach while her head was really hurting. “G-guys I f-feel sick” She warned them, Tamaki nodded and guided her to the large kitchen sink, they could rinse and clean it out. They were just in time a sharp gag caused the blue haired girl to lean over the sink and get sick.

Tamaki and Mirio frowned and stayed close, pushing her bangs back and rubbing smooth circles. It wasn’t a long round this time which made Mirio and Tamaki feel better, with a paper towel she cleaned up her face.

“Hey Nej, want some water?” Mirio inquired, earning a slow nod while she held her head. “Nejire, do you think you can stomach your medicine?” “y-yeah” With that Tamaki lets her lean her back against the sink and fishes in Nejire’s extra bag and finds a few bottles of pills. Looking at Mirio he says. “Give her these I’ll clean up the sink” Mirio takes Nejire away from the sink while Tamaki cleans out the sink. It didn’t take long to scrub it down and wash his hands. Nejire had swallowed down the pills with the water, she was ready to go lie down.

“Alright Nejire lets go get you to bed” Nejire tried to walk away from the counter she was leaning on but her knees buckled. Tamaki caught her “I’ve got you” He lifted her bridal style so she was leaning into his chest. Blushing a little bit as she noticed the look on Tamaki’s face, It was so serious yet gentle at the same time. Kind of like a doctor treating a patient. Very few people got to see this face and deemed it a rare occasion but. Those who were around Tamaki like Mirio and Nejire knew this was a decent recurrence. Mirio had a fainting disorder which could be triggered by his hypoglycemia, sudden weather change, or standing up too fast. Tamaki had grown used to taking care of his lovers and even his Kohai Kirishima Eijirou who also had epilepsy.

Tamaki’s serious side would always trump his social anxiety in certain situations like these. He didn’t know why but it gave him a shred of confidence that he never brought up on his own. Usually it would be a teacher, his friends, or his lovers who brought on the acknowledgement of his ability to turn from cowering anxiously, to brave and able to take on the problem.

Carrying Nejire up to her room, Tamaki let Mirio handle the elevator buttons as well as the girl’s bedroom door. Entering her room, Tamaki sets Nejire down and says. “I’m gonna go change ok” Mirio follows suit leaving Nejire to change into more casual clothes in private.

Grouping up in Nejire’s room in their casual wear, Nejire had the boys sitting on the bed. She was curled up between them and just relaxed. “Tamaki, I have a question for you.” Tamaki looked down “hm?” Nejire continued. “So how come you’re so anxious around people until something like me seizing or Mirio faint. You get all serious, not that I don’t like it. Its just amusing seeing you change demeanors.” Tamaki blushes deeply at this question and shrank. “I-I don’t know honestly. I gu-guess something in me j-just clicks because I know how vulnerable you are in that state.” Tamaki was trying to put thought into his words, it was truly his own mini anecdote. “I was used to being in those situations. So I guess a part of me is reflecting that I want to do something. So I do the things I couldn’t do for myself for you guys.” He shrugged at the end, it felt as if he’d just been rambling nonsense. He then received a hug, four strong arms embraced him lovingly with kisses on both cheeks. He’d been pulled by both Nejire and Mirio who nuzzled him caringly. “Well we appreciate it so much” Mirio states with a smile “thanks for taking care of me, Dr suneater.” Doctor suneater was a nickname Nejire had given the indigo haired male when she was so out of it after a seizure. It stuck and sometimes Mirio would even call him that too. “Y-you’re welcome Nejire, I’m just glad y-you’re okay.”

“We love you Sun” Nejire and Mirio say together. A pink hue made it all the way to the tips of Tamaki’s ears. “I love you both too” “Hehe Dr Suneater” Nejire giggles tiredly with a small yawn.

#BNHA special needs kids #Nejire has epilespy #mirio has Hypoglycemia #Tamaki is a little OOC #Nejire x Tamaki x Mirio #Big three ship

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lemonsandstrawberries · 4 years

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 13

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve and Tony, T2 and S2)

summary: Tony loves to tease and provoke his counterpart, and one day, after a Halloween evening T2 snaps and makes T1 pay.

length: 6 160

warnings: light bondage

a/n: Happy day after Halloween! this is the first-ever Halloween inspired chapter in all Double Trouble series, hope you will like it! if you enjoyed this chapter, remember to like it, reblog or send an asks (or all three), because it is your feedback that keeps this series updated and motivates me to write! also, if you want something specific to happen in DTR series also let me know, I am always looking for inspiration! wishing you a nice Halloween weekend :D

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Double Trouble Reunion, part 13

The last look into the camera, the last spirit vanishing in the background, the last scream of the victim. The ominous, threatening music continued as the credit appeared on the dark screen. He was a fully grown man, he had faced an army of aliens, murderous robots and survived things that broke men stronger than he was. And somehow there was a cold feeling of dread crawling all over his body, muscles tensed in a silent panic of unknown.

There were a quiet click and light was turned on in the dark room, T2 flinching at the sound. He bunched the blanket closer to himself, feeling that he needed to stay hidden for a bit longer. Even the warm embrace he was in, though soothing, was not enough to rub off the deeply hidden shivers.

"That was interesting," Tony was the first one to break the silence. He and S1 took the other end of the spacious couch, T1 spread on his back, his head resting on his boyfriend's lap for comfort and he was opened and relaxed and nothing like the tight ball of nerves T2 turned into. What was more, he was looking at T2 with a pleased grin, exactly knowing what was going in his counterpart's head and feeling victorious that those feelings didn't overcome him.

After all, they both were men of science, and T2 should know, just as T1 did, that there were no such things as ghosts. Maybe T2 knew, familiar with all the evidence, but he seemed more… sensitive. Unfortunately for himself, T2 was more comfortable with showing his true feelings, which was yet another difference between him and T1, who tend to keep things hidden, and seeing fear on T2's face, caused by a fake tale and a lot of computer effects, was bringing T1 maybe a bit too much of joy.

"Um, yeah," Steve nodded to his boyfriend's words. He seemed tensed himself, his imagination running wild and making him go too deep in the details of the movies. Plus, he liked the sceneries and aesthetics of old houses, blame it on his artistic side.

The only person who didn't display any bigger emotions was S2. His head lolled to the back halfway the movie and he had nodded off, unbothered by the screams and the creaking hinges. For him it was late and he was an early bird and needed sleep. Luckily, he didn't snore this time.

"So, one more movie?" Tony asked, just to see T2's eyes widen comically in silent panic and he didn't dare to voice out his protest. Of course, T1 noticed anyway. Precious.

"I think it is enough, Tony," Steve decided, patting his boyfriend's head and urging him to move up. Tony did, and Steve stood up, stretching his bones. "Three movies seem like enough for one Halloween night."

"Seems unfair. There are four of us so there should be four movies," Tony said evenly, just observing T2's reaction. This time, T2 hardened his gaze, not giving the other him the satisfaction. Playing tough? It just added to T1's smile.

"We should wake up S2," Steve said, collecting the bowls with leftover potato chips and miniature candy bars. Typical Halloween sweet. That got a move out of Tony, who immediately sat up and made grabby motions towards the bowl with ghost-shaped chips, clearly wanting to clear the bowl. "Your belly will hurt, no more today," Steve said in a patronizing tone.

"But I want it! Gimme!"

"Tony, no! You ate like two packages on your own already!"

T2 observed his lovers, feeling more at ease, the atmosphere not so tense anymore. After all, it was just a movie and his life was here. The hold around his waist tightened and he felt S2 moving, probably woken up by the ruckus the other couple was making.

"What did I miss?" S2 asked in a tired voice, putting his chin on T2's shoulder. The fight over chips was a lost cause, so instead Tony got his hands on the miniature candy bars, all of it accompanied by Steve's scoffing and attempts to swat his boyfriend away. T2 giggled quietly.

"Not much," T2 soothed his boyfriend, who still seemed half asleep. Someone needed to get his sleep. "Steve, you need help cleaning?"

Steve looked over at the couple on the couch, his eyes stopping for a second on S2's drooping eyelids. "Nah, I and Tony will clean. Go to bed, we will come in a second," he said, snatching a bowl of candy from outraged Tony.

"I am not done eating!"

"You are!"

With a smile, T2 took S2's hand and walked him to the bedroom. Obviously, in a well-lit corridor.

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It was good when he helped S2 to get himself clean and change into pajamas. It was also good when S1 had come over alone, saying that Tony wanted to get a drink before sleep, and quickly did his evening routines in the bathroom and then lay in the bed next to T2, and they both chatted a bit, next to each other, listening to S2's snoring. It was even better when T1 finally came and attempted to get in the bed, S1 sternly chased him away to brush his teeth first, because he ate the most of sweets from them all and it was fun to watch his counterpart walk away with a pout on his face. T2 debated going to sleep just as he was but seemed that S1's rules didn't apply only to his first boyfriend and Steve's scolding look was enough to get him moving and join T1 in the bathroom.

Honestly, T2 expected his counterpart to pull something off. At first, seemed that he was wrong, and T2 smiled when he had seen the other he enter the bathroom, a smile full of toothpaste and froth. They had brushed teeth together, T1 even jokingly pinched T2's waist here and there, just too tease him a bit, and almost made him spat out the contents of his mouth on the mirror. But it was nice and normal and did make T2 feel at ease. When T1 was done, he leaned in to kiss T2's temple and moved towards the door.

Maybe the other him wasn't such a jerk after all. Maybe the previous looks were not as malicious as T2 had assumed.

Maybe it was all a trap and T2 stiffened in panic, when he noticed that T1 didn't leave the bathroom, just stood in the doorway, eyes sparkling with something evil and his arm outstretched and hand reaching out of the bathroom. T2 could assume that his fingers were hovering over the light switch.

It suddenly became very quiet, T2 didn't hear his Steve's snoring anymore, just saw T1 and felt his legs stiffen in panic, his heart rate quicken.

T1 wouldn't do that to him. They liked to tease each other, but this would be just cruel. There were limits.

"Dohn't," T2 asked through the toothpaste, his voice coming out small and almost stuttered.

T1 cooed sympathetically, his hand slowly lowering down. Before T2 could feel safe, T1 moved his hand back up again, turned the light off and slammed the door close, leaving T2 in complete darkness.

Many things happened at once. T2, closed in the bathroom, started to yell in real panic, his screaming loud and high pitched. T1, bent in half, laughter pouring out of him, almost as loud as T2's panicked wailing. Steves jolted up on the bed, tensed and alarmed and brutally awaken, S2 already rushing into the bathroom with a growl, correctly assessing the situation and aiming a punishing slap at the side of T2's head, who couldn't control his laughter. With a tired groan, Steve sunk back into the bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Why are you like that…" Steve said, not really wanting an answer.

"Because it is fun," Tony replied happily, climbing into the bed, and collapsing next to Steve. There was too much of a pleased aura around his boyfriend and Steve was too tired to deal with this.

When the other dimension couple walked out of the bathroom, T2 presented a miserable sight, hands wrapped around himself and traumatized, S2 glowering, not appreciating the joke T1 did and was the only one who found it funny.

"You okay, babe?" Steve asked, ignoring the way his Tony smirked in triumph.

T2 nodded his head. He was scared, okay, he could admit that, but except that, everything was fine. He didn't really suffer, maybe just his pride did. And -

"I am not sleeping next to him," T2 hissed in anger, feeling wounded and locking his eyes with Tony. Instead of feeling offended, T1's smirk grew bigger.

Without a word, Steve wrapped his hands around Tony and rolled to the side with him, placing him on the edge instead of the favored middle. Tony deserved it anyway and Steve didn't care about the whine of protest about being moved from his spot.

"It will be fine, babe," S2 said gently, sitting on the bed and pulling T2 close, laying him down between S1 and himself. "If you want, we can leave the lights on."

T2 shook his head, hiding into the covers. "Nah, I am good."

After the words, there was a mocking snort coming from the edge of the bed, T1 had been banished to.

"You are asking for trouble, Tony," Steve reprimanded his lover, eyeing him sternly. "And when it will happen, don't count on getting help," he warned further.

"Oh, please," T1 grinned mockingly, clearly challenging them all, "you all love me too much to do anything."

It was true, and maybe it was a reason why they let T1 slide away with so many things. T2 felt that he was particularly lenient towards his counterpart. Everyone had their limits.

"That's what you think."

"What?" Tony asked, not getting an answer. He sat up, looking over his lovers and saw T2 curled under the covers up to his chin. "What did you say?" he asked again, but T2 seemed asleep already. Or was just good at faking.

"You heard it, right?" Tony asked the other Steve. S2 blinked and smiled in humor.

"I didn't hear anything."

Of course.

"Steve?"

"Go to sleep, babe," Steve advised, laying on his back so he could wrap arms around both Tonys.

"Hmph," Tony dropped the subject, lowering into the bed, and cuddling into his boyfriend's side. It was probably nothing worth dwelling on. Soon, sleep took over him and Steve's warmth lulled him to a calm rest.

***

The next day started as every day, Steves trained, Tony prepared breakfast. Tony tried to scare T2 from time to time, suddenly turning around and yelling 'boo!' or lurking in corridors and jumping in front of the other him with a wild scream. T2 screeched in panic each time, but then just started laughing, knowing that it was all in good fun, so Steves laughed too.

It was all good and yesterday's threat was almost forgotten.

It came back with full force when late afternoon Tony heard it.

Howling. Long and melodic, resembling a wolf's howl, but definitely human-made.

"Hm?" Tony stopped on his way down to the workshop and turned around, looking behind himself. If it was time for T2's revenge and the other him tried to scare him, he chose a wrong topic. No one was scared of werewolves anymore.

"Hmph," seeing that nothing was happening, Tony moved forward. He won't let T2 surprise him. "JESUS!" Tony winced, when out of nowhere two masked people appeared in front of him, standing shoulder to shoulder. As on some silent command, they started marching towards him, and Tony noticed that they were wearing werewolves' masks - red eyes, mouth full of long teeth, fur going down neck and cheeks. It was all latex and fake but did give Tony an initial fright. It was all gone when by the even, military steps, he could tell who was hiding under the masks.

"I thought Halloween was over," Tony said, just because he liked to provoke. The werewolves didn't answer and when close enough, took Tony under each arm and continued to walk, taking him with him.

"Hey!" Tony protested, stumbling and forced to walk backward. He tried to tug his arms away, but neither of the werewolves paid attention to him. The walk was short and Tony recognized the path - he was taken to the bedroom and it was further confirmed when they entered the room and werewolves pushed him on the bed.

"Umph!" Tony grunted after landing on the soft mattress and watched both men getting in the bed with him, keeping him in between and trapped, crawling to him on all fours. From up close, the masks seemed fake, but it was something disturbing in them. "I didn't think neither of you would indulge in bestiality," Tony said, laughing when one of the werewolves put his head to the side, resembling a confused dog, while the other one made some deep, guttural sound in his throat. The werewolves got really, really close, and with a held in breath, Tony didn't move when one of the werewolves cautiously sniffled around his face and neck, just giggled softly and shook his head away when the long fur tickled his cheek. It seemed like a desired reaction and Tony felt hands creeping over his waist, a loud laugh he couldn't possibly control bursting out of him. Out of reflex, Tony tried to sit up and shake the hands off him, but he was pushed on his back, more warning growling coming out of the werewolves.

"Whahahaht you wahahant?" Tony asked, soon getting his answer when his shirt was rolled and hands moved up, but it was too late when he noticed that a pair of wrists restraints on a long elastic strap had been attached to the headboard and waiting for him. Soon, he was left bare chested, arms outstretched and immobilized, between two werewolves and four hands, lightly digging and scratching along his whole torso.

Honestly, it wasn't so bad. The delicate scritching along his belly, sides, and ribs was maddening, but it was also warm and pleasant and something he really enjoyed. It was just weird that instead of Steves' faces he was seeing the masks and it was giving the whole session a bit of a spooky and out of this world feeling. To stay even more in character, two werewolves communicated in a series of growls and soft, dog like yelps.

"AH!" Tony jolted up, more frantic laughter pouring out of him at the new sensation. It shouldn't tickle, but when both werewolves leaned down to his belly, silicone noses and fake fur sweeping over his skin in soft patterns, Tony almost desperately tugged on the restraints, managing to pull himself up. There was a growl, and fingers pinned into his hips, pulling him back, keeping him nicely stretched once more. "Ohmgahaha- stopstopstop!" Tony screeched out, the tingly sensation becoming too strong for him to last. Sucking in his belly didn't help at all. From that point, it only got worse, as it seemed that both werewolves were pleased with their toy's reaction and decided to go one step further.

"HAHAHAHA!"

That was just plain unfair. Tony moved his head up, just for a second to confirm what he thought was happening, before he fell back in the covers. The masks were still on, both werewolves were crouching near his sides, and Tony was very sure that he was feeling strong teeth gently gnawing on his sides and ribs.

"SHIHIHIHIT!" Tony tried to pull himself up once more to escape, but this time he didn't manage to gather his strength, not when one of the werewolves found a weak spot on his side, just below the lower ribs, where he was soft and squishy. "BWAHAHAHA!"

Some pleased, wolfish grunts and the other wolf soon found the same spot on Tony's other side, teeth gently sinking in. Tony screeched, violently twisting from right to left, unable to escape, he could only laugh and laugh.

"HHHNNG!" Tony's whole torso jumped up when something new started. It seemed that werewolves decided that he was tender enough and used long licks all across his belly, following the gentle curve. "HIHIHIHI!" Tony was lost. He didn't have any more strength to move, and the warm tongues sliding too often over his protruding outie were making his head spin. If that continued, he was going to die laughing.

"Enough."

It stopped. Everything stopped, and he was free of teasing licks and gnawing, and Tony sunk into the covers, trying to get his breath back. He really wanted to close his eyes and get some rest, instead forced himself to keep them open, and saw both wolves moving away to the person who gave the command.

At first glance, Tony thought he was seeing himself, his scrambled up mind giving him that thought against all logic. Then he knew it couldn't be him, at least not in the sense he thought at first.

"Good boys," T2 praised, when both werewolves scurried over to him, nuzzling into his hands. Even T2's shirt was off so he could resemble Tony's current state the best and make him confused, just he had a long, red cape on his arms held by a chain on his torso. The werewolves got a reward in the form of scratches behind the rubber ears, and Tony would laugh at the acting if he wasn't still struggling to get his breath back. "You liked playing with our toy?"

Some more soft yelping, which sounded a lot like confirmation. T2 smiled in a pleased way. "My turn to play. Go and wait for me."

It all had to be discussed earlier, as both masked people obediently left the bedroom. T2 walked over to the bed, not wasting anytime and straight away sitting on T1's thighs.

"Having fun?" T2 asked, smiling from above at his toy, some fake vampire fangs sparkling in his mouth.

Tony huffed out a breath. "What, are you some vampire slash master of werewolves no-ahahahaha!" a single finger drawing swirly patterns over his bare lower belly interrupted him. It seemed that his break was over.

"I was thinking what to do to you to teach you a lesson," T2 started talking, no lisp or whatsoever, something that maybe was supposed to be a dialogue, but turned into a monologue, especially when one finger was replaced with five, softly clawing all over T1's tummy in long swipes. "And this seems like the only way you learn."

"HAHAHAHA!" Tony rolled his hips, trying to shake the other him off of himself, but T2 firmly stayed in his place, weighing the other him down. He was already weakened from the previous tickling and didn't have the strength to put much of a fight.

"And it is the way I enjoy the most too, so that's a really a win for both of us, right?" T2 continued, clawing the top of T1's tummy, his smile growing at the way T1 took a wheezing breath in, his tummy sinking in, just to be pushed out, accompanied by shrilling giggles. "But then I thought, that if both of us are enjoying this, it isn't really teaching you anything," this time, T2's fingers focused on the little nub in the middle of T1's stomach, blunt fingernails quickly and delicately scratching over the protruding skin. Tony arched his back, his mind exploded with colors and shrilling giggles he lost control over were almost hurting his throat.

"So, for how long I should tickle you here before you stop enjoying it? When enough will be really enough?" T2 thought out loud, precise on tickling the little nub in an unmerciful way, listening to T1's panicked laughter. "Five minutes? Ten? Maybe twenty, maybe longer? There is no rush. You don't have any place to be, right?" he asked, some mockery coloring his words and T1 didn't like the sound of it. At all. He knew that T2 had some mean ler streak in himself, but there were rare moments when he was one on one with him, and whenever they happened, it never ended well. If Steves were around, T2 wouldn't dare to take it further, having some reputation to maintain. But when alone…

This time, Tony was the one who felt fear. He knew he was asking for this to happen, but one could never be really prepared. Mustering the absolute last strength he had, Tony rolled his hips once more, putting everything he had in himself into the movement. There was a yelp, and he was free of the weight on his hips, and Tony quickly rolled around, pressing his tingly belly into the heated up covers, protecting his weakest spot. No matter what would happen, he was not rolling over. No way.

The sense of temporary triumph was gone when he heard a giggle behind him. Soon, T2 sat back on his thighs, seemingly unbothered and T1 had some nasty feeling that he didn't better his situation. In fact, he just made it worse.

"I was actually counting on you to do that," T2 leaned in, and T2 didn't see it, but he could hear that T2 was smirking. Just like he had been smirking at the other him yesterday. "I know that belly is your weakest spot, just like mine," T2 whispered in his counterpart's ear, and Tony shook his head, the breathed out words already sending a tingling sensation down his body, "but it is also a spot we like to be tickled the most, even if it can become overwhelming pretty soon. Even so, it feels so good, right? It is great to lose control, especially when our belly buttons are being played with. That's always a very rewarding feeling when done by the right person."

Tony swallowed heavily, his face heating up. He exactly knew what T2 meant and hearing their intimate secret being talked over so freely was making him feel dizzy and weak. It could be so easy for T2 to just flip him over. Maybe he would keep him on his side, laying behind his back and playing with the ticklish skin on his belly as he pleased. Those scenarios already happened, maybe not with T2, but with Steve, and the memories of them and things he had been feeling were adding to his blush. Tony buried his face into the covers, hiding, not wanting to give the other him the satisfaction of seeing him flustered.

"So, we are not gonna do that, of course."

Tony moved his head up, just so slightly to better breathe, after hearing the words. They won't? T2's knees squeezed tighter around him, when he leaned away and opened the drawer of the nightstand table, Tony following the movement not fast enough to notice what he took out.

"I was thinking which spot on you could feel really nice at first, but then get unbearable. And just unbearable. The kind of unbearable when you can't catch your breath anymore and feel like all muscles are melting away."

Suddenly, it became very dangerous. Tony's eyes widened in panic and strongly rolled his body, wishing he had never turned on his belly.

"Ah, I see you know what I mean. And you brought this on yourself, really. Your first mistake was not telling me," T2 hissed, putting his hand just between Tony's shoulder blades, Tony's whole body jumping when T2 slowly curled his fingers, clawing on the skin.

Tony snorted, tugging on the arm restraints. He had remembered that evening. The one Steve had left for a SHIELD mission, and he and T2 were left to themselves, and Tony introduced T2 to many secrets he and Steve had but purposely omitted one of them. He didn't believe there would come a time he would have to pay for it.

"Ticklish back is not really a standard spot, right?" T2 asked, slowly drawing with his fingers ticklish lines into Tony's back, hearing the other him choke with laughter and watching him tremble. "I was surprised when my Steve one day suddenly got me there, I thought I knew pretty much of every ticklish place on you and me. But no, you thought it would be more fun to keep this away from me and let my Steve discover it on his own."

"Seemed fair," Tony grunted between the kept in laughter. T2 didn't expect him to speak and stopped out of sheer surprise.

"I guess it did," T2 said in a whisper, resuming the tickling, this time going down the spine with soft touches. "Seemed I already knew too much back then, and Steve knew too little. And you are all about fair play, aren't you, other me?" T2 asked in a fake, sweet voice, one that was dripping with irony and maybe it was a coincidence that after the words were said, his fingers skittered over the skin on Tony's lower back.

"BAHAHAA!" Tony jolted his head up, just to lower it again, laughter he couldn't control freely getting out of his throat. He needed to escape. He really, really needed to get away. Tony pulled again on the wrists restraints, rocking his body from side to side.

"I am just starting. Can't hang out with the werewolves without catching something."

Tony didn't even want to know what that meant. No, he just needed to get away from this all. Quickly.

"EEEEEH!" Tony screeched, a sound that surprised himself when he felt it. His cheeks heated up, a ringing sound filled his head immediately, and then he could only hear his own, frantic laughter.

Claws. Claws on his back, slowly going up and down, scratching the delicate skin in irritating, ticklish moves. He knew it wasn't nails, earlier feeling that T2's nails were shortly trimmed, but it wasn't sharp either, even felt a little dull. It still tickled really, really bad.

"I hope you're gonna think twice before you cross me again. This was your second mistake - being too smug and always thinking I won't do anything to you."

Oh, if Tony could, he would take it all back. He knew that T2's revenge was coming his way in big steps, but if he could guess it would look like this, he would have been nicer. At this very moment, he wanted to take everything mean he had ever done to his counterpart back.

"AHAHAHAHA! NO!" Tony wriggled uselessly around when two clawed hands followed his bare sides, going up and down to stop at the armpits and rake the taut skin teasingly. "BAHAHAHA!"

"My Steve was right, we don't pay enough attention to this spot on you," T2 said happily, and if Tony could speak, he would argue that it wasn't exactly what the other Steve said. Just when T2 decided that that spot had enough, he moved again to the back, using short, racking motions to tease the shoulder blades and the skin between them.

It was unfair how much it tickled. Tony was going absolutely crazy.

"I CAHAHAHAHAN'T!" Tony yelled out between his laughter, the clawing motion etching deeply into his bones and brain. "Sthahahahap please!"

"You know what I want to hear, other me," T2 hummed, tickling wherever he pleased. Down the spines, near the sides, at the small of Tony's back, just to go up and tease the shoulder blades and the nape. And Tony couldn't do anything, just lay there, outstretched and defenseless and defeated with laughter. But he was stubborn. T2 would get bored first.

"Tsk. I see you need a better incentive."

The claws were gone from his back, just to scratch on the cotton of his pants, over the back of his thighs.

"FAHAHAHACK!" Tony cursed, jolting his head up, feet kicking in protest. Maybe if he would be lucky, he could take a good swing and kick the other him in the face.

He wasn't. A new wave of panic rolled over him when he felt a grip on his ankle and one of his feet being tugged closer.

"No no no, Tony, stop!" Tony panicked, desperately trying to lower his leg, but T2's grip turned to be stronger. This time, T2 didn't go subtle and drilled the claws in the middle of his socked foot, scratching and scratching and scratching.

"HAHAHAHA!"

T2 giggled, pleased with the reaction. It was supposed to be just a breather, and it ended rather quickly, and Tony swung his leg down again as soon as it was released, making a mental note to not kick again and not present T2 with more opportunities.

"Sometimes I forget you are ticklish all over," T2 teased with a sunny smile, turning around and facing T1's back again. The skin on the nape was becoming pink, and T2 could guess that T1 face was pretty red, he could see the sweat forming on the rhythmically falling and raising back. He had to admit, T1 lasted longer than he had assumed. But it was just more fun for him. And breaking him was a whole lot sweeter.

"You have anything to say to me?" T2 asked, putting hands on Tony's shoulders and slooooowly dragging ten claws down.

"HHNNAHAHAHA!"

It became pretty clear that T2 wouldn't get bored. More, there won't be Steve or S2 coming to save him, as they both gave clear permission to the other him to do what he wanted. And Tony could be pretty stubborn, but being stubborn won't end well for him.

"SOHAHAHARY!"

"Hm? What was that?" T2 asked, continuing to draw patterns over the stretched muscles on his back. Tony wriggled desperately, not able to stand it anymore.

"I AM SOHAHAORY! FOR EVERYHIHIHIHNG!"

The tickling stopped, and Tony felt boneless, sinking into the bed. His head was spinning and chest was hurting from laughing that much, but it finally stopped.

"That's all I wanted to hear, other me," T2 said in a pleased voice.

Safe. Finally.

"There is just one more thing I want to do."

Tony didn't have the time to protest when lips pressed between his shoulder blades and blew a long and loud raspberry on the thin skin.

"AAAAHIHIHIHIHI!"

It was just the worst, and Tony's throat hurt from the shrilling laughter, his head feeling like about to explode, legs and arms spasming. If T2 started with that, their playtime would end pretty quickly.

"Now I am done."

Tony grunted tiredly and turned around as soon as he felt that T2 lifted himself up enough to give him space to do that. Their eyes met and Tony looked absolutely wrecked, while T2 had this happy smile plastered all over his face. Tony flicked his eyes down to his belly, seeing T2's hands resting on his skin and finally seeing the claws. It was one of those simple werewolves hands that appeared in all shops with novelties just before Halloween - material gloves with fake, plastic claws attached to each finger and patches of long fur sticking at the top. If it wasn't used on him, Tony would be so proud of T2's creativeness and taking to heart what he and Steve told him once about experimenting.

The happy smile on T2's face was gone and replaced with a snide one.

"Done with your back that is."

Tony's eyes widened comically and he sucked in a breath, feeling first scritches of the claws over his belly. He squeezed his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation, feet drumming on the covers in protest.

"No no no, stahahahhap!" Tony choked out, too tired to be teased anymore. He had enough for one day.

"Maybe you are right. Maybe I should stop. Or maybe I should just call my wolves over and let them finish what they started? I think they were somewhere around here when I chased them away."

"HIHIHIHI!" Tony's back arched when claws dug at the top of his belly. The sparkling sensation was back and his body felt heavy and light in turns. "Enough! HAHAHA! PLEASE!"

"Alright. Just because you asked nicely."

Once again, everything stopped. Tony couldn't move anymore. It felt like all the strength he had in himself left his body. He could only lay there and try to get his breath back.

"Remember this moment, T1, and take it as a warning. Next time, I won't be that nice."

It was supposed to be a threat, but Tony could hear some playful note under the stern voice. His hands were free, and Tony lowered them down and curled to himself, wriggling into the covers and trying to rub the tingling feeling off his back. He didn't pay attention to T2, who took the gloves off and hid them away, soon laying on his side next to the other him.

"So," T2 started, getting his counterpart's attention and Tony looked at him, eyes bright and smile sparkling with the fake fangs. "You're gonna still provoke me?"

Tony's breath was coming back and his mind stopped feeling so mushy. There were moments when tickling seemed really bad, but something afterward made him feel all warm and happy inside and sharing those moments with one of his lovers always made him feel closer to each other. It was exciting to know what T2 was capable off and he really loved how evil and creative his counterpart could get. It reminded him of someone.

With the little strength Tony got back, he turned on his side, to better face the other him, looking him back in the eyes. "Sure, I will," he decided with a broad, smug grin. Clearly, he didn't learn anything.

T2 laughed, counting it as a win on his side anyway, seeing that T2 was willing to repeat the experience all over again. After all, it was all about them both enjoying those moments. "Good," T2 agreed, not imagining having it any other way and they got closer, sharing a kiss and T2 let the other him cuddle for as long as he needed.

***

"Here, I got this for you."

T2 looked up from his cup of coffee when a paper bag with a stamped logo on it was placed in front of him. T1 and his Steve had been out shopping and came back minutes ago, Steves already unpacking the groceries and putting them away.

"You bought me something?" T2 smiled at the other him, taking the bag and opening it. He took out a large bottle of shower gel, bright yellow in color with black curly font on the label and pastel rose heart with the name of the brand and scent.

"It is a lemon meringue scented body wash. You like this, right?" Tony asked, pulling a chair for himself and sitting next to the other him.

"I do," T2 smiled, because, fun fact, both he and Tony liked cosmetics that smelled like baked goods, but didn't let everyone on that knowledge. Receiving a shower gel was unexpected, and Tony could continue with his teasing ways and buy toothpaste for T2's fake fangs, stored safely away for the time being, but it was a sweet gesture. He opened the bottle and took a smell, the scent of sweet lemons with powdered sugar delicious and prominent. "Smells nice."

"It can be used for shower and bath too," Tony said.

"I will keep it in mind," T2 kept smiling and leaned, kissing Tony, "thank you."

"Aw, wasn't that cute," Steve said, from his spot near the counter, observing the whole thing. It was good to see Tonys being nice to each other, instead of their usual banter. "Right, S2? Hey, you alright?" Steve asked when the other him didn't react, just kept turned away, leaning over one of the bags with groceries. When Steve reached his hand to him, S2 whipped around with a deep, guttural growl, a grayish mask, with popping out eyeballs and bare, rotten teeth covering his face.

"AAH! HOLY CRAP!" Steve screamed, jumping and curling away, staring at the zombie mask with pure terror on his face. The zombie soon started to laugh, and S2 lowered the mask, bending in half and slapping his knee, pleased with the joke he didn't think he could pull off. The shock on Steve's face quickly passed and anger took its place.

"ENOUGH WITH THE MASKS ALREADY!" Steve yelled, wrestling the mask out out S2's hand and using it slap at him, making the other him curl protectively and laugh even louder.

"Tsk, why they can't get along as we do," T2 commented the whole scene, leaning his head over T1's in a tender gesture. Tony just smiled and laughed quietly, putting his arm around his counterpart as they both watched still laughing S2 trying to apologize to turned around and pissed looking S1.

Given all circumstances, it was a pretty happy Halloween for all of them.

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by candlelight | vincent sinclair x pepper quinn | nsfw

Vincent repaired his mask by candlelight, smoothing the curve of the cheeks with a hot knife. The wax melted and then cooled, sealing the gash in the soft and malleable visage. He set down his knife and inspected the face in his hands. He sat upon the bed and turned it over and over in his grasp, feeling the slight indentations of his fingers in the wax. Hollow black eyes stared up at him and the mouth curved very slightly at the corners. The mask bore a melancholy expression. It was familiar and yet strange to him.

‘Hey, handsome,’ Pepper cooed from the doorway. her voice was low and gentle but Vincent twitched nonetheless and rushed to put the mask back over his disfigurement.

Pepper frowned and closed the door over behind her as she stepped into his bedroom. The door’s hinges squeaked slightly and the mechanism clicked softly, shutting out the rest of the world. Somewhere downstairs, Lester and Bo were arguing about Lester’s winning hand in their game of cards. It was muffled and distant even in the small house.

‘Vin.’ Pepper set down her beer on the bedside table and knelt down between Vincent’s knees. He watched her warily. Her hands came to rest against his knees and she squeezed them gently. He could spell the hops on her soft breaths as she smiled and her eyes shone with merry intoxication. ‘Why’d’you always hide your face from me? I know you. I see you ev’ry day. D’you think I’m gonna laugh at you?’

Vincent raised his wide shoulder in a shrug and wrung his fingers together until his knuckles turned chalk-white. Pepper tutted and took his hands, guiding them to her mouth. She kissed his fingers one by one, punctuating each kiss with a soft giggle. Her cheeks were flushed and her blouse was unbuttoned dangerously low. Vincent tried not to gaze down into the gaping V made by the fabric of it as it plunged pointedly down at her small, soft breasts. She looked too pretty tonight with her hair loose to her waist and her eyes lined with a faint smear of kohl.

‘Do you trust me?’ She asked, placing the tenth and final kiss on the tip of his right thumb.

‘Mmm-’ he mumbled gruffly.

‘Okay. Will you take your mask off so I can look at you?’ Pepper placed another kiss to his thumb and Vincent traced the tip of it absently along the plump curve of her lower lip. He saw something glitter in her wide blue eyes and her tongue flicked against his thumb slowly and deliberately.

He grunted, unable to look away from her as she watched him through thick lashes.

‘Maybe you should take it off so you can watch.’

Vincent curled his index finger beneath Pepper’s chin and pushed his thumb past her lips to press down upon her tongue. He drew her closer instinctively and she shuffled her knees on the floorboards to accommodate the shifting power between them. He guided her closer to his crotch and realised that he has been deliciously stiff since she had dropped to her knees for him. Her fingers made light work of his jeans and he listened to her quick, excited breaths as she freed the warm thickness of him from his underwear.

His cock bobbed eagerly in the warmth between them, throbbing and netted with strong veins. He blushed behind his mask and glanced away. Pepper purred quietly in the candlelit room and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. Slowly, she ducked her head down and laid her wet pink tongue flat at the base of his shaft and ran it to the tip, tracing the underside of it. Vincent slurred out a curse and sank a hand into her soft white blonde hair. In the gloom it looked like the frothing spray from a waterfall.

‘You can’t tell anyone we’re doing this,’ she whispered before flicking her tongue like a hungry feline just at the sensitive underside of his head.

Vincent couldn’t speak. He wanted to. He wanted to ask if this was alright, if she felt comfortable on her knees for him or if she wanted to stop - because of course she could stop - and sober up and think about it again in the morning. It was the morning, he realised. It had gone half past three already and the dawn would soon come to streak the sky purple and crimson and gold. He wanted to ask if his cock was bigger than Bo’s. He shivered at the thought of Pepper on her knees for his brother.

Pepper seemed to relish the warm, stiff member against her tongue. She moaned softly at each string of precum that she lapped from his slit, gazing up at him. Her tongue dampened him carefully until his length glossed and then in one swift movement, she slipped him into her mouth and pushed down until the tip of that tricky tongue flicked the hilt of him. Vincent keened softly, his limbs shaking at the sensation of her swallowing around his tip. Both hands and all ten fingers became lost in the silken straights of her hair as he did everything he could not to buck into her throat until she made pretty gagging sounds. Pepper’s saliva made a sinful mess of his cock and the floor between his knees. She used her hands and her tongue and her teeth and she sucked until he thought he would pass out from the sheer bliss of it. She gripped his hips and tugged eagerly, groaning and jerking at him until he gave in to his desires and thrusted into her mouth over and over and over. Her gaze never left his as he fucked her pretty face and without thinking any more of it, he discarded his mask and set it somewhere on the bed well out of reach. Vincent gripped the back of Pepper’s head and cradled it in his large hands as something searing hot began to crystallise low in his belly. When it shattered, he cried out as quietly as he could, watching Pepper’s expression shift and tears roll down her cheeks as he released inside her throat. She swallowed around him, drinking him down as he wilted and wilted and his breaths evened out.

Pepper sat back slightly and his fleshy cock sat flaccid and sated and sloppy with her spit. She rose slightly where she knelt and cupped his face in her hands, her thumb caressing the raw bone and nerve and sinew down the right side of his head. There was silence in the room. Downstairs, the argument had ended but the brothers’ voices hummed through the floorboards from the kitchen. Beer bottled clinked.

Pepper had sobered up down there on the floor, he realised. She didn’t look quite as regretful as he had imagined. The guilt had not tainted her features quite yet.

‘You wanna come downstairs? I think there’s still some beer and I think we could beat Bo and Lester at whatever the fuck game they’re playin’ now... What’d’you say?’

Vincent shrugged once again and reached for his mask.

‘One second, you got somethin’ on your face.’ Pepper murmured as she pushed herself up and placed a soft kiss against his lips. She stayed there for a long time and the embrace was surprisingly chaste. ‘There. Got it.’ She whispered mischievously as she pulled away, her eyes still shining brightly even as the candles nearby dwindled and died.

#vincent sinclair x pepper quinn #vincent sinclair #pepper quinn #house of wax (2005)#lookwhatbeewrote: original characters

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