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historyslittlebish · 29 days

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Illness won't stop love (Cured!King Baldwin IV x Witch!Female!Reader)

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a/n: I have never watched kingdom of heaven before but I know of it because my sister watched it so I am gonna write for the king :)

Warning: unrealistic but okay, religious stuff, occ?

Baldwin groaned as he sat on his throne. He praised himself for getting all the diplomatic work done half the time he usually completes.

Every passing day his bones and muscles ached, his mind spinning, overwhelmed with his kingly duties. His mind was filled with thoughts and plans but he was too weak to act on them.

While determined and strong willed, he was aware of his sickly disease and how weak he is compared to anyone else. He often spent time looking up, thoughts of gods plan with him.

Why?

Why would god plague him with such illness, what had he done? What was his sin against his creator? he often found himself praying that he could, maybe, just maybe, be cured and continue to live and be the greatest king he could be, have a wife and an heir, to live his life to the fullest with no worry of death coming as soon as he always prepared himself for.

He knows he should not question God, and be grateful for his life but even then his mind does not stop thinking such thoughts.

He sat still staring into nothing, deep in thought as a few servants scuttled about, cleaning and tending to the throne room. The sounds of their whispering had started bothering him, the constant sound of pattering feet didn't allow him to think.

He slowly rose before clearing his throat. Some of the servants looked over in surprise and curiosity.

"I would like to be left alone, please." His voice is steady, firm, but gentle and warm. His servants rushed to leave the room allowing the king his privacy.

He sighed as he sat down once more. Alone in his own thoughts, he allowed himself to be consumed by his own mind, each thought, idea, word, running through his brain as he rested his eyes, deeply in his imagination.

Not too long after however does he hear a female yelp, a loud thud, and someone shuffling around the marble floor.

His eyes snapped open as he saw a small amount of mist covering a figure slightly. His eyes widened in surprise and shock as he stared at the woman in front of him. She wore odd clothes, not the kind he's seen before, her H/C was beautiful to him, mesmerizing even. Her S/C looked so soft in comparison to his heavily scarred and sore ridden skin.

He stood up and suddenly the strange and foreign woman stared at him before getting on her knees and bowing deeply, lifting her head enough to look back up at him.

"My king." She stated.

"Rise." Baldwin said as he motioned with his hand for the woman to stand. Slowly she did stand and still have a respectful demeanor.

"Who are you, and why do you come here?" She looked up, her E/C looking into his blue irises. She inhaled before kneeling and leaving her hands by her side "My king, I present myself as a witch from the North. I've heard of a prophecy that you will need to defeat Saladin but not without outside forces," She rose from her knees and reached into a small pouch, holding a vile with blue liquid, glowing and bubbling. "I've come to present to you a cure. You have my heart should I speak the lies of the devil himself.".

Baldwin was shocked and scared. A witch in his holy kingdom? Witchcraft is the devil's work. He could not decide if he should call his soldiers and risk the witch woman to hex him or to continue the conversation, only to eventually be found dead without reason, or to many, his leprosy being the cause.

He took the latter and prayed that no harm would come to him.

"Well witch, I want proof." The woman nodded and held her arm to her side, F/C mist circling the room, a wall of fog covered the walls of the room. The mist streamed into the middle of the room and created a circle, creating a pocket of white particles creating images.

They showed him being crowned king all the way to his death at an old age.

he could not believe his eyes. The images showed such small moments in his life that he could not recollect well but they were perfect for what he was told.

The mist that engulfed the room suddenly retracted and disappeared into the air.

He stared at the witch who stared back but with a slight fear in her eyes, not knowing if she would be in danger or not. Baldwin's breath hitched but he sat down. He racked his brain for thoughts but he was very overwhelmed by the information. He clutched his head and rubbed at his temples.

The two stayed in silence for a few minutes before the king made his choice.

"I shall take this potion if what you say is true." He murmured.

The witch stepped forward towards the kind on his throne and handed him the bottle gently before stepping back.

"I warn you my king, you will fall in a deep slumber, alive and well, but deep for the whole day." The king contemplated her words but slowly opened the bottle and drank the liquid completely.

After a few moments his head began to spun and he almost collapsed to the floor before a warm pair of arms caught him and held him before his eyes completely shut and he fell into a deep slumber.

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Baldwin squinted his eyes as the sun peaked through the window in the early morning. The light was dim due to the window covers but it was still bright to him. He slowly raised his body but was confused when he could feel his body weight shift onto his legs. He had lost feelings partly in his legs and arms but he could feel himself twitch and move on his entire body.

He was wearing some white sleepwear that he doesn't remember putting on and his mask was on the side of his bed. He was confused but slowly walked over to the mirror.

His eyes widened and he stumbled back but caught himself before he fell on the cold, hard floor.

He saw himself but no longer disfigured or ridden with rashes and sores. His golden locks framed his face, his eyes looking deep into his in the mirror, his skin was just glowey as the witch he had seen.

That's when it hit him.

The witch had saved him, the lovely witch that had given him a potion that she said would heal him and allow him to live his life fully.

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The whole castle was chattering with loud and bright voices. Their king was not only cured by gods miracle but he would be able to soon produce an heir should he be willing.

He sat on his throne thinking of the memory of you. You, you were to be his wife, you saved him, he could live without the fear of dying anytime soon.

Baldwin got a surge of confidence, he was determined to get you to come back but first he had to deal with royal affairs but nothing could slow him down, not anymore.

a/n: Part 2? Yes. I need to make a male version for anon OR male reader hcs for our king. Sorry if its shit though.

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klttn · 12 days

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Hi!! I love your writing a lot, especially how you write Vox <3 Can you write something where the reader works for Val and is about to have her first time with Vox, but she's scared about stealing him from Val :(

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— 𝜗𝜚 vox x val x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : val shares his little bunny with vox for the first time but she’s scared it might make them jealous. nsfw. sensitive reader. daddy kink. sir kink. soft dom!vox / hard dom!val. slapping. slight dumbification. bunny!reader. val is kind of a cuck.

“daddy, i’m scared,” your voice timid as you and val approached the gargantuan doors to vox’s penthouse, “what if he doesn’t like me?”

you’d met the man so many times, loved him even, so much time spent with him just by being valentino’s little girl. he’d always watch movies with you n look after you when valentino couldn’t.

but today was different, you didn’t think val would agree to sharing you with vox, he saw how you looked at him, yearned for him. so when val told you vox wanted that to, even for a night, it made you ecstatic. it’s just what if he doesn’t like me?

valentino purred, “look at you cosita, such a pretty thing, what’s not to love?” you blushed at his statement, twirling your hair a little and letting his long tongue lick a stripe up your neck. “mis dos amores, you will love eachother.” he slapped your ass, “even more than i know you already do.”

with confidence, valentino pulled away from his licking endeavours and pushed open the doors in front of you. your eyes widened in awe, the room revealing a sight so alluring, you were trying not to drool.

vox was man spread, softly trailing his own hand up his thigh, drawing all the attention to the slacks outlining his perfect bulge, hard and wanting. you didn’t miss the way it twitched when you both strolled through the door. tucked into those, was a button up shirt, barely there, exposing his collarbones, all the way down to his chest, slightly transparent from a thin layer of sweat, his forearms, veiny and fully exposed with the sleeves rolled up.

“voxxy, look who i brought for you!” val sang, your eyes still fixated on the man in front of you, glued to his groin. “am i the best boyfriend or what, mi vida?” in a way that question could be aimed at both of you.

vox let out a little chuckle, “and that’s why they pay you the big bucks, isn’t that right?” he was stroking vals ego like he was made to, smug smirk forming across the moth man’s face. vox’s gaze shifted, “and what do we have here?” his voice broke your gaze on his thighs. “the needy little bunny, i can’t wait to get my hands on you,” he sighed, “i can’t lie, pretty girl, ive wanted this for so long.” you felt the drag of his eyes on you, searching every inch of your body before you could even show him.

“don’t make him wait any longer, little bunny,” valentino’s hand pushed against your back inching you closer to vox. “show him why you’re my prized possession.”

you took a big gulp before seductively strutting over to the tv headed man, swaying your hips just so, only pausing when you found yourself stood inbetween vox’s thighs.

you tried to be as confident as valentino liked you to be with others but you found yourself shrinking under vox’s gaze, just like you did when val looked at you the very same way.

you turned to glance at val, he could tell how nervous you were by your trembling lips. “it’s okay, conejita,” his voice smooth as silk as he stalked over to you, standing behind you, vox intently watching everything. “he likes you just like i do,” val was now flush against your back, his hands finding their way to your tits, stroking them and freeing them for the other man to see. vox growled. “dumb, ditzy and obedient.”

vals hands were still stroking your body, lifting up the small amount of clothing you had on, flashing more of your soft skin, eliciting soft whimpers from you and horny groans from vox. “val, come on, fuck, i need her.” he reached forward, placing his whiskey on the coffee table and moving his hands to your thighs, caressing and wanting, you could feel the desperation in his touch.

“you gonna be a good little girl for him, cosita?” a pleasing whine left your lips as you nodded your head. “words.” vals grip on your tits harshened causing you to yelp.

“yes, daddy,” you felt vox stiffen, “gonna be so good for him, i promise.” you caught a glimpse of his cock twitch at that, which only went straight to your pussy. he must like that.

you felt the hands on your thighs wrap to your ass, playing with the flesh there, toying and teasing. “come here, little girl,” it was said as a command but vox did all the work, pulling you in by your ass, forcing you to straddle his lap. “good girl.”

a thought plagued you for a moment and vox caught on before you could hide it, his eyes narrowing, he always did know if anything was ever wrong with you. “you don’t have to do this, baby, you know that right?”

“i know it’s just-“ you huffed, struggling to find the words.

“just what pretty girl? tell me.” pause. “tell us.”

“don’t want daddy to think i’m trying to take him from you or- or that you’re trying to take me from him,” weak voice shaking as you spoke, turning to val. “cause i love you n i will always want you n i promise but i just i want this too, n i feel bad cause i want you n i want vox n i just- i want so much but i just don’t wanna make you jealous or mad at me” the men already taking action to comfort you, speaking a million words to eachother through their eyes as you spoke. “please don’t be mad at me.”

valentino laughed. “oh baby, of course not, if i was mad at you or didn’t want this do you really think i’d be this hard,” a subtle thrust gave you the answer. no. “such a sensitive thing.” he found this so cutely amusing, loving how pathetic you were right now. “and maybe, conejita, if that’s how you feel, you can be our little bunny, not just mine, we could share you, love you, cherish you just like i already do.”

your nose twitched cutely, a soft coo from vox going unnoticed. “be together? all of us? you n vox, me n vox, you n me?” your silly head was getting overwhelmed.

“that’s right baby,” val praised. “if he’d like that,” he added, “would you like that conejita?” your eyes went doe like with hope, idea immediately flooding you with excitement, “yeah?” you nodded slowly, looking back to vox expectantly, “we could both own your pretty little body as much as we own eachothers, do you like the sound of that baby?”

“please!” you begged, “vox please,” your begging making vox’s heart pound. both of the men’s hands rubbing soothing circles on you.

“you wanna be our little bunny? yeah, baby?” vox mused, clearly loving the thought of you being his.

“mhm,” you needed them both so close, forcing them to press into you more, your strength pathetic compared to theirs but them allowing the subtle pull non the less. “i wanna be yours, please.”

“i’ll tell you a little secret, bunny,” vox begun, nuzzling himself into your neck, taking in your scent like never before, “that’s partly why you’re here today. when daddy told me you wanted, this,” he gestured to himself, “we both knew us dating wouldn’t be far behind, we planned for this baby.”

“really?”

“really.” vox squeezed where his hands rested, pausing before adding on, “that means you’re mine now too.” you smiled and nodded giddily.

valentino could tell the moment had eased, letting out a chuckle that broke your soft moment with vox, “if she misbehaves, just scare her a little, her pussy will be dripping and she’ll be back to being this pathetic in no time.” valentino winked, his grip loosened as he slipped away, feeling a kiss on one of your lop ears before his touch was gone completely, instigating the sex you knew was gonna happen. but you were too focused on the doting man in front of you to care.

vox pulled his head back, attention now fully onto you, he lifted a hand under your chin, index finger and claw pulling your face closer to his. lips parted and soft, eyes pretty and excited. truly noticing just how beautiful you were up close. it was as if valentino’s absence caused something to shift in vox, dominant nature coming more to the forefront than it already was, “i don’t think you’re capable of being anything but pliant, are you bunny?” vox mused, using his thumb to rub over your bottom lip. “daddy thinks you might misbehave but i think i’ll have you too dumb to even think about doing such a thing.”

vox’s touch was nothing like vals. his was rough and demanding, a constant reminder of power and abuse, control over everything you did. it was poisonous and addicting. but this, this was anything but. his words like honey, so sweet. his touch so soft and intoxicating, it had you drunk on all the ways he could take care of you. the force so gentle you found yourself doing everything he wanted just to see what other compelling words would slip from his mouth and touch from his actions. they were two sides of a coin and you wanted, no, needed it all.

you were pulled from your thoughts as vox’s hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m gonna take care of you, little one,” he whispered, deep and guttural, his hips softly grinding into you, “all you need to do is look cute and let me.” his hands now on your hips, guiding you to grind in rhythm with him. “no need for any thoughts in that pretty head of yours, just whimpers and letting me mold your body how i please.” a soft hold on your throat now had you looking at him with glazed eyes, “do you think you can do that, yeah baby?”

“yes, sir,” it was soft in the way that you said it, barely audible but crystal clear to vox, your cheeks were tinting pink and cunt becoming messier the more he spoke.

“sir?” he asked, “god, are you trying to kill me?” you bit your lip, hips still bucking with vox’s, pushing yourself into vox’s touch on your neck. “so adorable,” he started, “barely even put my hands on you and you’re already messy and pliable in my lap,” he cooed, “you’re just begging me to take care of you at this point,” you nodded gingerly, “need a little break from doing all the work with daddy, sweetie, is that it? need sir to get you cock drunk and helpless in his touch, yeah?”

vox words had you hanging off them and you couldn’t get enough of it, his grip moved to your hair, stroking the soft locks and playing with the fluffy ears nestled within it. “please,” your voice was hollow and desperate, your ears were so sensitive and his voice had you feeling dizzy. you felt like you could cry with the softness of his actions, it was everything you didn’t know you were missing with val.

“awh you’re so pretty when you beg, baby, cute little voice so soft i can barely hear you,” he preened, “don’t worry little girl, i’ll look after you.” his hands skated their way to your thighs to stand you back up, much to your dismay. he did it with ease, your face now eye level with him eventhough he was still seated. “but first, i need to get a good look at my new little bunny.”

you did a little spin between his thighs, your hair and floppy ears twirling, tits bouncing cutely as you did so earning a little chuckle from vox. “so, cute,” he muttered. his hands made their way over your body, wordlessly letting them drag over every inch of you, bit by bit sending shivers through you. his touch so alluring it had you melting in its wake, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. he’d go extra slow over the peaks of your nipples, swirling his fingers and rubbing his thumbs over the buds just to hear you mewl for him. right now, you were just as much a drug to him as he was to you.

his hands finally stilled at the hem of your waistband, his head leaning forward to kiss the soft skin before it, “can i see the pretty pussy that’s hiding from me under these?” you nodded. he was asking? for some reason that made your heart flutter.

his hands slid the fabric down your thighs allowing you to step out of them at the end, now left in a little strappy top with your tits spilling out and frilly socks donning your feet, the same colour of your bunny ears. in some way the slight bit of clothing only made the situation hotter.

“just look at you,” it was as if he was talking to himself now, standing up to truly take you in. his touch never left as he admired you, leaving a kiss on your twitching nose as spun you. your thighs now plush against where he himself had been sat, knees touching closed and and arms flailing either side of you. his warmth and smell invading your senses, you could only think of him.

vox’s hands made their way to your knees, rubbing gently, easing your nerves and placing kisses their, “can you spread these for me bun? let me see you?” you looked away in shyness as you parted your legs, slight pressure of vox’s hands forcing them open too, so eager for you. “fuck me,” vox droned out.

“am i pretty enough for you, sir?” you whispered, not daring to make eye contact. beginning to try and close your thighs before vox’s hands could stop you.

“baby, baby, baby, you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever set my eyes on, don’t you dare go covering up from me, this sight is the only thing i wanna see for the rest of my life.”

your head snapped to look at him, blush creeping up your neck, submitting and letting your legs fall back open

vox was eager, kneeling inbetween your thighs and loitering kisses all along them, eyes never straying from your pussy. “such a cute cunt,” he groaned, reiterating his words with his kisses, “matches those soft tits of yours.” you whined loudly, his words affecting you to the point of desperation.

“keep whining, bunny, it’s not gonna make me go any faster, all it does it’s gets my dick harder.” the way vox said it had you pulling your knees up and spreading further for him, showing him how bad you needed him. “how cute! spreading for me even more, what a good girl, already learning that’s how you should be for me.”

his head inched closer n closer to your cunt, watching the way you’d hump into him, so hopeful for his tongue.

“voxxyyy, are you gonna fuck our little bunny with your tongue or not, even im being teased here, mi vida.” vals voice made you both turn, your gaze now locking onto the man. he was in the corner, in nothing, his wings down, legs spread, hand stroking his cock, precum covering its tip, other hands groping himself, from his balls to his chest. “daddy needs to see their little girl in ruins.”

vox shot a wink to valentino and thrust his tongue inside of you, thumb immediately coming to glide over your clit at the same pace. the action elicited such a pretty high pitched whimper to spill from your lips. the sudden intrusion causing your head to lol back, eyes now glazed with bliss. it was heaven in hell. the long appendage, messy and stretching your tight cunt in a way you’d never experienced, had you fucking yourself back into it, moaning and writhing.

“good giiiirl.”

valentino was about to get the show of a lifetime from his lovers and you were gonna be the main star.

A/N : i love this concept way way way too much hehe <3

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14buddy22 · 10 months

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Hey! Could you do A Aaron fic where him and the reader get into an argument where Aaron gets mad and says some stuff He doesnt mean but in the end they Make up and it ends with fluff?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT… IVE BEEN SO BUSY BETWEEN WORK AND COACHING TWO SPORTS 😭😭 I hope you like it!! ❤️

Breakfast with your Hotchner boys were always some of your favorite times that you spent with them. Aaron cooked, Jack helped, your youngest son, Joey, would be strapped to Aaron's chest and laugh with Aaron and Jack, all while you had time to get up and shower and actually be relaxed.

During the week, it was hectic. Especially when Aaron was away on a case, sometimes the only time you got with him was for an hour in passing. He came home to switch out his laundry and you would be just getting ready to leave to start your day.

While he was gone, you had to make sure Jack got off to the bus stop on time, you had to also make sure the diaper bag for Joey was ready to go to your parents' house. On top of the two big things, you had to do the little things, make lunches, dinners, clean, do laundry, put laundry away, bath time with Joey. When Aaron was here, it was nice to have an extra pair of hands.

As you all sat at the table, eating breakfast, you were happy to have him home. It felt nice for your kids to have time with their father, for you to have time with your husband, for everyone to be a family.

When you met Aaron, you knew that his life was being a father to Jack and being an FBI agent. When you started dating, he still told you that. It was why he hadn't committed to a relationship, because all the woman like to leave him. But if he was just a bachelor and did hook ups, there was no emotional attachment.

Until you were that hook up that turned into way more. He asked you out, you dated, he proposed, you married him, you asked him to have a baby, and he performed.

Throughout your relationship, he told you multiple times how stressful his job was, it was one of his biggest insecurities.

As the kids finished breakfast, you started doing dishes, Aaron moving to the couch to go keep an eye on Joey while Jack went to his room to get dressed for the day.

"Hey Aar, I have to run some errands for today, while I'm out, can you put the laundry away and keep an eye on the kids? I'm meeting one of my coworkers for lunch and then going grocery shopping for the week. I'll be gone for a few hours."

"I am on the go, all. the. time. Y/n. What do you not understand? When I'm not at working hunting serial killers or psychopaths, dealing with asshole detectives, or confronting families, I'm being nagged by you to do something. Put the laundry away, keep an eye on Jack and Joey while I go out. When do I get to go out? When can I relax? Huh? Tell me that? I just want a day where I can sit at home and relax. No kids to worry about, no wife."

Usually he never had a problem with this, he always tells you to go out and have fun.

"You want that, to be a bachelor basically?"

"Yeah. I do. Just one day, y/n."

You were more furious at the moment than you were upset. You didn't doubt for a second his job was hard, you knew that. But to say he didn't want his wife and kids around for a day, that's what made you mad.

You walked into the living room, towering over him as he was sitting on the couch. You picked up Joey and said, "You can stay here. I'll take the kids, but, don't expect us to come back tonight."

Aaron just looked at you and you walked away to go back a bag and tell Jack to get his bag ready to spend the night at his grandparent's house.

You were hoping Aaron would come and stop you, tell you that he just had a stressful week, but maybe this is what he wanted. Maybe he wanted the bachelor life again, not the responsibility of two kids, maybe he just wanted to be responsible for one kid.

As you packed your bag along with Joey's things, you walked into Jack's room, asking if he was ready to spend the day with you and visit his grandparents.

Every night, the kids were in a routine of Aaron reading them a bedtime story. Aaron, even if away on a case, always found time to call your sons and read them a story.

It had been an hour of you trying to get Joey to bed and he just wouldn’t budge. Picking up Joey, you went into the bedroom that Jack was going to be sleeping in and saw your dad reading to Jack. Your dad loved to read to you as a kid, so to see him read as a grandfather to your kids made your heart so full and happy.

You went to make your way downstairs to sit on the couch until you heard someone knock on the door.

Swinging the door opened, you were a little shocked to see Aaron standing there but then again, you weren’t. You weren’t one to leave after a comment he may have made before, but when he said that he just wants to be left alone, going through life how we went through before he met you.

But maybe he realized how quick you could be gone, if you really wanted, and if he really wanted that lifestyle. You’d rather have him be happy on his own than him be forced to stay in a loveless marriage.

Joey said, “Dada!”

He reached his arm out towards Aaron and let Aaron take him. You weren’t going to deny him if anytime with his kids. Unless he didn’t want that.

“Let’s get Joey to bed, say goodnight to Jack and we’ll talk? I’m not bringing the kids home now. We can just spend the night here or, I can.”

Aaron cut you off with a kiss and you whispered, “You know what. We’ll talk when we get Joey to sleep.”

Aaron nodded and you and him brought Joey up to the room

Shortly after Aaron checked in with Jack and kissed him goodnight, he began to read Joey a bedtime story. Within 15 minutes, Joey was lights out.

You and Aaron went to sit in the backyard on the swing your dad had just hung up out there.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you today. You didn’t deserve that. You do so much for our family. I know you wanted a break. I should have never wished for the bachelor life again. I don’t want that life anymore. I don’t know what I was thinking. I hated trying to find girls to take home before I met you. They find out you’re a single father to a younger kid and they don’t want that. But you were different.”

“I didn’t want to sleep around. I wanted to settle down. That’s why I thought we worked so well. When you snapped all because I asked you to do something, I was really upset with you. We worked hard to get to where we are in our life. I know your job is hard, I don’t doubt that. But, Aaron, my job is hard too. I had to play mom AND dad when you’re gone, sometimes I just need a break too. I know you do as well, but I just thought you would have wanted to spend time with the kids today.”

“I did. I wanted too, but I just. I had a bad day at work yesterday. I woke up from an email from someone I don’t like working with and I’m just. You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I love you. When you walked out with the kids today, I immediately regretted what I said and for not stepping up to be a better father, a better husband.”

When you leaned into him, you felt all the tension leave his body. You couldn’t be mad at him. He was your best friend, your husband, the father to your children. You loved him through the good and the bad.

It would always be you and him and your little family. No words could ruin that.

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darkwolf989 · 3 months

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Outside the Office Part Five

I woke up the next morning with my head pressed against the pillow. I tried to sit up, feeling a tug in my arm. I looked over and saw a clear tube creeping out from the crook of my arm. Any sleepiness I had left vanished.

“What the fuck?”

“Ah. Princessa. You’re awake. No no, don’t touch that.” He reached over and gently took my hand. “Leave it. The bag is almost empty and then I’ll take it out. Promise.”

I looked at Valentino. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, laptop resting on the bedside table.

“It’s just saline, and electrolytes.” he continued. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

“Why do I have an IV in my arm?” I demanded. The memories of the night before came flooding back and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Oh my god.”

To my surprise, he laughed. “Oh, princessa. This was the fastest way to get you hydrated, so we could talk about last night sooner, rather than later. It’s a discussion I’m eager to have, and I didn’t want to waste time letting you nurse a hangover. Besides, isn’t it more pleasant to wake up without a crippling headache?”

I felt my face flush a deeper red as flashes of the night before danced through my mind. “Val, I’m…”

He held up a hand. “Do not, princessa, say that you are sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. Unless of course, I don’t make you feel safe and secure, or and make you feel butterflies?”

I didn’t think it was possible to feel this embarrassed. “Did I really…admit that?”

“You did.” He reached over and squeezed my hand. “And I am so happy you did.”

I stared at him and he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to mine before pulling away. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, princessa.” He moved next to me on the bed and pulled my head to his chest.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked, settling against him. “I mean, why did you wait?’

“Because I wanted to be sure you felt the same, princessa. I did not want to frighten you, or to make you feel uncomfortable.” He ran his hand down my back. “So please, babydoll. Do not apologize.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet cinnamon vanilla scent I had come to associate with him. “Val, something feels different when I’m with you. You give me butterflies.”

The words came out and I felt silly, tucking my chin down, eyes away from him. He was a powerful demon, one who spent every night dancing with beautiful women. And me? I was just a mess.

I felt his hand under my chin and he tilted my head up so our eyes met. “Princessa. You give me butterflies, and I cannot stress to you enough that in my world that doesn’t happen.” He leaned down and our lips met again.

I closed my eyes and let the feeling consume me. My body against him, the feeling of desire was satiated, his touch ignited something deep inside- a feeling I hadn’t felt before. Knowing he felt the same way I did was liberating on a whole other level. I allowed myself to melt into him.

After a few moments, he paused his kisses, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Your IV is finished, love.” He pulled himself away from me and swung off the bed. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared behind a door and I heard water running. A few minutes later he came back, snapping on a pair of blue gloves. “Let me see your arm.”

I laid still as he slipped the IV out. Curiosity swept over me. “Did you put this in?”

“I did,” he replied easily.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

He smiled darkly and held the gauze against my arm before covering it with tape. “Babe, I run narcotics down here. Of course I can put a needle in a vein.”

I shivered at the thought, but another kiss from him pushed it from my mind.

“Now that you’re awake, how about breakfast?” He asked, his lips hovering over mine. “I’ll cook for you.”

“Don’t you have to go to work?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Eventually.” He leaned in and kissed me again. “Not yet. You need to eat. Come on.” He pulled me to him and stood up, carrying me to the kitchen.

“I can walk.” I nuzzled myself against his neck.

I felt him exhale. “I know. But then you’re not as close to me as you could be. And I have waited quite a long time for this moment.”

In the kitchen, he sat me on the counter top as he busied himself at the stove. I watched him as he mixed the ingredients, a relaxed expression on his face. It wasn’t too long before he handed me a plate of hot pancakes.

“Eat while they’re warm. I’ll have another one up in a moment.” He told me. “You need food, especially after drinking last night.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “Val I….”

“If you try to apologize again, I will have to punish you, babydoll.” His voice was light, teasing. “I mean it. We have all had those nights- and I’m the one who put you there to begin with. If anything, I should be apologizing.” He paused and kissed my forehead.

Between the warmth of the pancakes and his kisses, the heaviness in my chest that appeared last night finally vanished. “At least something good came out of all of this.”

“Mmm, that is true.” He leaned against the counter as he ate. “Do you have plans for the day?”

“Gym. Shower. See if Vox or Vel need any help. What about you?” I paused. Might as well ask now. “Val, I’m still not a hundred percent on what you do. You mentioned narcotics…drugs?”

A flash of unease crossed his face. “Among other things, princessa. I am a demon of lust.” He thought for a moment. “Creatures sell their souls for a variety of reasons, but the top five are love, power, money, pleasure and beauty- in that order. Velvette herself will tell you there is no shortage of people willing to trade their souls for a few more youthful years, or to drop a stubborn extra pound or two. Vox primarily handles the souls who desire power, and money comes in close second. As for me…” he paused. “I deal with the souls who dabble in pleasure and love.”

“That…doesn’t sound so bad.” I said slowly.

He bent down and kissed my forehead, taking my empty plate. “It isn’t. Do you want another pancake? I can make more.”

“Pancake? No. Kisses? Yes.”

He laughed and again wrapped me in his arms, planting another kiss on me. “Ah dollface, I wish I could stay here all day with you. But work calls.” He set me down and pressed his lips to mine, lingering against me. “But I promise- after work, I am all yours. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He gave me a final kiss on the forehead and walked back towards his bedroom. I did the same and with a quick change out of Val’s oversized tee shirt, I made my way to the gym to start my own day.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. In the privacy of the limo or the apartment, kisses from Valentino were frequent. Snuggles during movie night became more comfortable, and I clung to the safeness and love he showed me. By week two we had fallen into the routine of him coming into my bedroom and laying against me until I fell asleep.

As an angel, I was vehemently taught that anything beyond handholding was a sin punishable by death. Part of me wanted to throw that away, to rush in and give everything I had to Valentino. But whereas I wanted to take that plunge, he was cautious.

“I want you to be sure, princessa.” He said after learning that he was, in fact, my first kiss. “And that will take time, mi amor. Time we have. I do not want you to walk away feeling anything less than enthralled and loved. And to do that, you need to know the person you are with- inside and out. Be patient.” His lips pressed against mine, effectively ending the conversation for the time being.

It wasn’t until a few months into our relationship that I hit the wrong button on the elevator that I realized that there was a side to Valentino that I hadn’t yet seen.

#valentino x wife #the vees #valentino x reader #valentino x you #vox x reader #hazbin fluff #valentino #valentino hazbin hotel

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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warnings: dominance, slight possessive behaviour from our man, misogyny, violence.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Beocca opens up to you and you long for Sihtric's return.

word count: 3,2k

Part I Part II part IV

Part III: The Lust

After Father Beocca managed to bring you back to your room, without having anyone notice, the two of you spent hours talking. Beocca was furious at first, as were you, but you both calmed down eventually. He told you all about Thyra, how he loved her and what happened to her. You wept at his story and understood, although still being hurt, why Beocca was so quick to take you away from Sihtric. Beocca promised he wouldn't tell your father, Alfred, but he told you to forget about Sihtric if you wanted him to live. If people would do such horrible things to the pagan wife of a priest, then what would they do to the pagan husband of a princess.

For days you didn't come out of your room. You barely ate, and all you did was either cry or sleep. Beocca checked on you a few times every day, and his heart broke for you. He knew how you felt, and how you wanted to be with Sihtric.

Beocca also noticed that Sihtric looked worse with each passing day. He'd gone out drinking heavily each night, after he'd been separated from you, and he had been looking for fights. He'd fight anyone at this point. Uhtred, Osferth and Finan didn't understand what had gotten into him and had to bring him home every night, for he was either too drunk to walk, or too beaten to walk.

Beocca received news that Alfred was to send Uhtred and his men over to Cippanhamm in two days, to negotiate with the Danes. The trip to get there would already take a couple of days, and there was a big chance the negotiation would not end in their favour, which meant men could die. Beocca thought about it for a day, and then decided to tell you the news.

'I am sorry, princess,' Beocca said as you cried, 'if you want to give him a message, I will be the one to bring it to him.'

'So, first you tear us apart, and now you want to be the messenger?'

'It's the least I can do,' he sighed.

You thought for a moment and asked him to come back before noon.

Beocca came back later, you gave him a folded piece of paper, sealed with wax, and sent him away to find Sihtric.

Beocca found Sihtric near the river, alone. The sun was setting and he had just cleaned himself and his clothes for tomorrow's journey.

'Sihtric,' Beocca said, 'I have a message from the princess.'

Sihtric looked at Beocca, angry and hurt, but he nodded in approval, and Beocca walked over to him. He quickly studied Sihtric's bruised lip and his bruised hands, wondering what the man who was the receiver of those hands looked like today. He sighed before speaking.

'I told the princess you are to leave for a little while,' he said, 'she was clearly upset.'

Beocca hesitantly sat down next to him, but Sihtric would not look at him.

'Is she okay?' Sihtric asked, looking straight ahead with his jaw clenched.

'Not really,' Beocca sighed.

And Sihtric suddenly lunged his fist at Beocca, who raised his arm in reflex, 'I am sorry!' Beocca shrieked, 'I did it to protect you. Both of you!'

Sihtric stopped mid swing, knowing he could not hit the priest, and that he was right. It took him all his strength to calm down, and he let out a few heavy breaths.

'I know,' Sihtric said quietly, 'what message did she have for me?'

Beocca was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to recall your exact words.

'She said that she misses you,' he began, 'that her heart aches, and that she sees you every time she closes her eyes, and therefore all she does is sleep. When she is not asleep, she weeps for you,' Beocca told him. He saw how Sihtric teared up, and how he looked away, so Beocca waited until Sihtric composed himself.

He cleared his throat and nodded at Beocca to continue.

'She wishes me to tell you that she has fallen for you, Sihtric, and she wants you to come back home after the negotiations.'

Sihtric swallowed hard, 'she has fallen for me, Father? She said that?'

Beocca nodded and placed his hand on Sihtric's shoulder.

'She has,' he said, 'and I can see it. She is a wreck without you. And God knows why.'

Sihtric snapped his head towards Beocca, opened his mouth to speak, but decided it was not wise to curse at a priest, so he let out a sigh and looked at his feet.

'Do you love her, son?' Beocca asked, after a silence.

'I love her,' Sihtric said, 'I wish to marry her one day,' and he wiped a tear away before it could escape his eye.

Beocca fell silent and put his head in his hands.

'She also gave me this,' Beocca said after a pause, and he handed the folded paper to Sihtric, 'it is for you.'

Sihtric unfolded the paper and scanned his eyes over it, and a broken smile appeared on his face. He folded the paper back, as his lower lip trembled, and he slid it into his leather armour, so it was kept safe and secure. Both men were silent.

'I am sorry that I brought up Thyra,' Sihtric said after a while.

'No,' Beocca said, 'I understand it. Look,' he paused, 'I can't promise you anything, but if you come back-'

'When I come back,' Sihtric interrupted, with a determined voice.

Beocca sighed, 'when you come back, after the negotiations, I will try to have you see her.'

Sihtric quickly looked up and he opened his mouth to speak, but Beocca interrupted him this time. 'No, be quiet,' he said, 'I can't promise it. It has to happen in secret, and you cannot tell anyone about what happened, or anything about the princess at all. This is going against everything I believe in,' he said and made a cross gesture, 'but two people in love should not be kept apart. Just make sure,' Beocca let out an irritated sigh, 'just come back. Alive.'

Sihtric took off his necklace and clutched it in his fist, 'tell the princess that I swear on Thor's hammer I will come back for her. On my life. She has my word, and she has to keep it until I come back and can prove to her my loyalty,' and he gave the necklace to Beocca, 'I will come back, Father. Thank you-'

'Yes, yes,' Beocca said irritatedly, 'learn to take a breath in between words, boy. I will give it to her and tell her.'

Two months had passed since Father Beocca had given you Sihtric's necklace, along with Sihtric's word. You never took it off, and kept hope he would come back. But rumors had spread that a fight had broken out, after a week of negotiating without getting to an agreement, and no one had heard from Uhtred ever since. Everyone feared that Cippanhamm was officially lost, and that Uhtred and his men had died in battle. Alfred didn't seem to mourn the men, he was only worried about losing Cippanhamm. Beocca kept praying.

On a sunny afternoon you heard the church bells ring, and people outside erupted into cheers and applause. Not much later Beocca stormed into your room. 'Princess!' he said, out of breath, 'princess, Uhtred and his men have returned. They had a long and hard battle and they lost men, but they won. Cippanhamm is safe!'

'What about Sihtric?' you asked, rushing towards Beocca.

'Yes, Sihtric is here too. He is alive, princess. But he did collect a few new scars.'

You fell to your knees and started crying. He was alive, that was all you wanted to hear. Beocca helped you up and calmed you down.

'As I told him, before he left, I will try to have you see him,' and Beocca walked away to arrange the secret meeting.

It was already after midnight when Beocca knocked on your door.

'Princess,' he whispered after he walked in, 'come with me. Be quick, but quiet.'

You quickly got dressed decently and followed him. Beocca gave you an old cloak and covered you. He quietly snuck you out of the castle, but except for some guards no one seemed to be awake, and even the guards didn't bother with the backdoor in the kitchen.

'I see how you managed to get out that night, 'Beocca sighed, 'I must tell the king to fix that problem.'

You stopped and looked offended at Beocca. 'Well, I mean… in time,' he quickly said and gestured for you to move.

'Where are we going?' you asked.

'Well, I can't bring the Dane into the castle, but the church has a backroom.'

'The church? You're letting a Dane meet a princess in the church?'

'Yes,' he snarled, 'so I know that God will be watching your every move.' And he quickly made a cross sign.

In the church Beocca walked you to a large door. 'This room is used by priests before we say prayers with the townspeople. No one will find you here, but I beg, princess, just be careful,' he said.

'How long do I have?' you asked.

'Until dawn,' Beocca said, 'I will come back here just before dawn, and I will walk you back to the castle. If anyone does see you, I will say you needed time to speak with God. Now, go.'

Beocca quietly opened the door for you and took your cloak. You stepped into a small, candle lit room. The room consisted of a chair, an altar table, more crucifixes than you could possibly count, and cloaks worn by priests during special ceremonies.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you found Sihtric, standing with his back towards you, holding up a large silver crucifix.

'Sihtric?' you said.

He was startled, as if caught in an act, and he lost his grip on the large crucifix. Trying to save it from falling, he awkwardly tried to catch it, but the crucifix fell onto the floor with an ear deafening sound. He turned around with a guilty look on his face, and kept his head down. 'I was not stealing from the church,' he said.

You broke out in a laugh, and he looked up. He rushed towards you as soon as he laid eyes upon you. He stopped in front of you, hesitant to touch you, as it had been a while since you had last seen each other, and he wasn't sure if you still cared for him.

Burning candles lit up his appearance, and you saw he looked different. He had indeed gained a few scars and bruises on his face, but he also had cut his hair short and shaved both sides, and this was the first time you saw the tattoo on his neck continuing up to the side of his head.

Despite looking rough from weeks of battle, you thought he looked more handsome than ever. And you felt flustered looking at him.

You both didn't dare to speak, so your heavy breaths filled the room until you took off the necklace you had around your neck. You held it in your hands, looked at Sihtric and smiled.

'This belongs to you,' you said quietly, and held the necklace up to him.

He placed his hands on yours, 'I promised I would come back,' he said, and he put the necklace back around his neck. Then he reached into his shirt and took out the folded paper that Father Beocca gave him on your behalf. You saw the paper was crinkled and had blood stains on it.

'Did you read it?' you asked hopefully and stepped closer to him, almost pressing your body against his.

Sihtric smiled as he looked down into your eyes, and then looked away as if embarrassed.

'Sihtric?' you smiled, 'Did you read the letter?'

'Princess,' he said quietly, 'I do not know how to read.'

'Oh,' you whispered. You both fell silent and gazed into each other's eyes, before both breaking out in a chuckle.

'But still, you kept my letter,' you said, and you held his hands as he held onto the paper.

'Beocca,' Sihtric said, 'he told me the things that you said to him. But I don't think those are words you really told him,' he paused, trying not to trip over his words, 'I think he knew I can't read, because the wax seal was already broken when he gave it to me.'

You let out a sigh and couldn't help but smile, knowing that Beocca had read your letter and had made sure to deliver your feelings to Sihtric before he left.

'But I believe he told me your exact words, and… and I carried your words with me… always, under my armour, upon my heart, my lady. I promise, I did. Each day, even in battle,' Sihtric said, talking faster than he could think, 'and, and not a-... not a moment went by that I didn't long for you. To have you in my arms, just like our first and only night. But I thought that you, maybe you… I worried that after all the, I mean, I worried that after all this time you had found someone else. A rich man, perhaps, who… who would always be home. A better man than me, a good man, and-'

You placed your hands onto his face, 'Sihtric,' you hushed him, 'you are a good man.'

'No,' he shook his head, 'No, I am a warrior, my lady. I kill men,' he said, and he brought his face closer to yours, 'And I enjoy it. The battles, the spilling of blood. I long for that too, as I long for you. And for that… for that I am not a good man.'

'Sihtric,' you whispered, feeling his breath on your lips, 'If you are not a good man, then that means that I do not want a good man.'

And just like that first night, you saw a hunger appear in his eyes. You saw his confidence slip back into his posture, and he licked his lips as he nodded. Then suddenly he lifted you up by your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he looked deep into your eyes as he held you up against his body. You felt suffocated in his gaze, and quickly your hands found his hair. His soft, short dark hair, and you firmly brushed your fingers through it, feeling the scars on his head, before your lips crashed into his for a passionate kiss.

Sihtric stumbled a few steps back, and let out a deep moan into your mouth as his lower back collided with the altar table in the room. 'Sihtric?' you gasped, and he groaned as you broke the kiss, not only with lust for you, but also with pain.

'Are you hurt?' you breathed heavy.

'Please,' Sihtric moaned, 'don't stop. I need you,' and he kissed you again. You let him kiss you, but he groaned again as you moved your hands down to his lower back, and you broke the kiss once more.

'Sihtric,' you said, panting, 'what is wrong?'

The look in his eyes as he clenched his jaw made you weak. And you knew that this man did not care if he was hurting from a battle wound. He wanted you, right now, and he would have you as he desired, and he would stop at nothing.

He turned around, still holding you up, and seated you down upon the altar table. He was breathing heavily and leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands pulled his shirt as he moved your dress up to your thighs. He kissed you and you pulled his shirt again, making him understand you wanted to feel his skin underneath. Sihtric pulled back and quickly took his shirt off, before locking his lips with yours again. Your hands moved up from his waist to his chest, and up to his neck. You felt his tongue in your mouth now, and you couldn't get enough of him. You placed one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his cheek, and you deepened the kiss, tasting all of him in your mouth. Then you felt him fumble around and undo his lower garment, he pulled down your underwear after, and placed his tight grip onto your hips.

'You're going to take me here?' you gasped, 'in a church, on an altar?'

'My lady,' Sihtric groaned, 'I have to confess,' and he brought his lips to your neck, 'you did catch me wanting to steal that silver crucifix,' he chuckled, before he bit and sucked on your neck. 'I told you I am not a good man,' he whispered. And he dragged his tongue over your skin, from your shoulder to your neck, bringing his lips to your ear.

'And I will fuck you wherever,' he growled, biting your ear, 'whenever,' kissing your neck, 'and however I wish.'

You both fell silent and you let his words linger in your head. The silence was broken when you let out a loud moan as you felt him smoothly push inside you. You pulled his hair hard, as you adjusted to him, and he didn't move for a moment, making sure it felt right for you.

And after you collided into a heated kiss again, you felt him thrust into you. Slow and passionate, his hands leaving bruises all over your body as he tried to control himself, letting you ease into him.

'Don't hold back,' you said, as you wanted more and could feel he was restraining himself.

'You think you can handle all of me?' he smirked in between kisses.

'Sihtric,' you whispered hoarsely, and he looked down into your eyes.

'Make me sin,' you sighed.

And that was all he wanted to hear.

No man had ever felt so good inside you, and you knew he felt that too. He kept you close, one arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder, his hand holding the back of your head, and his other arm around your waist, making sure you felt safe and loved the entire time he completely ravaged you. And you loved every second, every thrust, every moan, every kiss and every lustful gaze. This man was a beast. He was a brute. He was a Dane. And he was unlike any other man you ever met.

And when you finally gave in to him, reaching your high, with his name on your lips as you felt him release inside you, he locked eyes with you, and you knew then that he would never let another man touch you after today. You didn't know how this would work, how you would be together, but you knew you were his now, and that he would kill for you. For he is a warrior. And he enjoys the battle and the spilling of blood, and it makes him feel just as alive as it does when he watches you in his arms, satisfyingly catching your breath, after he fucked you senseless for the second time that night.

But you didn't know that at the same time Sihtric was deep inside you, telling you how good you were to him and that you belonged to him now, your father, Alfred, had an urgent meeting with Uhtred. Arranging your departure from Wessex the next day, escorted by Uhtred and his men, to be wedded to a nobleman in Wiltunscir a week later.

#sihtric #sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fic #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk fic

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cloudcountry · 11 months

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assigning the ikevamp characters that live in the mansion love languages with my very limited knowledge of their characters because i thought it would be fun

(part two: ikepri)

napoleon gives acts of service simply because he protected mc in the prolouge. also he seems very sweet in general so i'd imagine he tries to take care of them to the best of his ability in his route C:

mozart is such a bitch in the prolouge and idk if that gets any better in his route BUT he gives quality time!! i crossed off physical touch and words of affirmation pretty quickly bc he seems too prickly but yk when i get to his route i might be proven wrong!!

leonardo gives gift giving??? like im not sure why but he seems like he'd buy you random shit he thinks you'd like.

arthur is SO physical touch coded??? maybe its because he's a flirty but i feel like hes such a hand holder. and a smoocher. and a cuddler. very grabby.

if vincent's CANON love language isnt words of affirmation i will be SHOCKED. IDC!!! he seems so sweet and kind and loving :(( hes very warm and i can imagine him showering his s/o in praise so easily ahahhawawh

theodorus stumps me. but uhhh hm. maybe acts of service??? i literally have no idea i am so sorry theo kissers

ISAAC MY BABYGIRL :((( um i started playing his route recently so i know a little more about him than teh rest of the characters and i think quality time!! but the quality time were its just him existing with someone and were they pull him out of his shell to go do things (like teh tour!!! aaaa that was so cute!!!!)

i don't know a single thing about jean but if i had to guess...sorry i spent like twenty minutes thinking it over because i KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM so i'm going to guess physical touch. he seems like he needs to be held.

dazai seems like a little shit from the interactions ive seen in isaac's route LMAO so physical touch or words of affirmation. eitehr one i am debating. its probably both. he can be special SHUT UP!!!!!

still trying to figure out how to spell Comte de Saint-Germain because why is his name so long. anyways. um acts of service. he seems like he'd like doing things for the mc.

sebastian is probably acts of service and yes its because he serves people all the time and he really admires all of the residents BUT ALSO i think he'd like receiving acts of service too!!!

a bonus shakespeare because hes technically a resident i think??? but words of affirmation totally. this guy wrote sonnets and he's going to write some for you. (shakespearean sonnets are actually pretty fun to write!!!)

#auburn talks ikevamp <3 #IM TAGGING THIS IDC #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp jean #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp comte #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp shakespeare

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jweekgoji · 2 years

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Ive had this idea of yandere!five kidnapping you and diego finding you and feeling like needs to save you. Idk why but its been in my head all week 😭

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, dark/yandere themes, some villain!Five mentions, Diego here is a good guy, the end of the story remains uncertain, Diego/Lila relationship, Lila/Reader&Diego/Reader just friends.

oh my! i really love ur idea!! just imagine...Five, who actually spent his whole life trying to save people he loves from any disaster and Diego, who's basically suffering from hero complex 24/7. two overprotective guys who will do anything to save you! but there are some differences... let's start with Five.

Number Five

Well, you didn't specify if Diego here yandere too, so I'll only describe Five as one.

So, I don't think Five has a hero complex. Yes, he practically gave up all his basic human needs just to finally make sure that these 6 assholes do not die, but he didn't do this because he considered his destiny to be a hero for them, he saw the death of loved ones. He literally has no other choice. And I don't think Five ever told them how he saved them in the end of season 2. He's fine and satisfied when all of them are safe and sound.

I think that he would kidnap you only if you are in great danger, for example, someone from the Commission, or maybe The Handler herself is interested in you, which is why one of her goals will be to harm you, to kill you and possibly torture you. Actually, do something that you 100% wouldn't like, and obviously Number Five wouldn't like it too.

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, looking skeptical about all this weird story. A visible annoyance and displeasure on your face due to the fact that you were literally offered to forget about your career and personal life, it was not surprising when you began to refuse his offer.

After a moment, you began to laugh quietly, turning away from Five so that he wouldn't notice your silly reaction to his words. Does he even understand what that sounds like?

“Do you have any idea how serious I am right now?” Five says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What you're suggesting is not serious, Five,” you click your tongue. “What will I tell my friends? 'Excuse me, I have to pretend to be dead for God knows how long while I'm being chased by a space-time organization with a hundred highly dangerous assassins ready to kill me at any moment' ?”

“Why not?” he asks, it was obvious that he still didn't understand your main issue.

“Look, Five,” you sigh heavily. “I'm not even part of the Academy, you know? All these fights, escapes from one world to another...all of this stuff is not for me. Unlike you, I never lived as a hero, I'm just an ordinary person with boring problems.”

You rub your temples tiredly, trying to calm down, while there was a tense silence between you at this time. You didn't pay attention to how amazingly quiet Five was, perhaps you didn't notice because of how much you wanted to avoid conflict and not hurt his feelings at the same time.

“I wasn't a hero either,” he calmly replies to you, pausing a little, while he steps closer to you. “And I’m not sure I ever will be one.”

You turn your gaze to him, looking confused by his response, but you remain quiet, not sure what to say to that. Five comes up to you and just hugs you, pulling you closer to him.

“But if I get a guarantee that you'll be safe,” Five whispers softly in your ear, his grip on you tightens visibly. “Then I have no other choice then to be a villain.”

Number Two

And right after that, here we are, Diego appears on stage.

I don't think Five would tell anyone about you, because first of all, taking care of you is Number Five's private business, not Two's.

But the rest of the Umbrella Academy clearly knows of your existence, maybe just as one of Five's friends, maybe as a lover or just the person who somehow gets along really well with him, so it would be strange of Diego not to start worrying about your sudden disappear, since you were just a civilian with no superpowers.

And we all know that under the watchful eye of this lovable version of Batman nothing can escape.

Diego stared at Five, leaning back in his chair. It seems as if he is now going through that difficult period of his life at the Academy again, when Number Two played the role of an independent hero who always suspected everyone, only this time, he didn't know if his guesses were true.

Five seemed to be just ignores this man, too busy for now, while he makes some peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches.

“Are you going to stare at me like that all day?” Five asks.

“Where are they?” Diego spins his knife in one hand, narrowing his eyes, now he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he watches every single one Five's action.

“Since when do you care about their whereabouts?” Five barely noticeably frowns at the mere mention of it, but carefully hides his real emotions.

Diego suddenly stands up and quickly walks towards Five, grabbing his arm, stopping him from doing any further, having all of his attention.

“I know there's definitely something wrong here,” Number Two leans a little lower towards Five. “And I will-”

“Good luck,” Five scoffs, taking a tray of food before he quickly disappears from Diego's grasp, leaving the frustrated 'detective' all alone.

Let's be honest, I don't think anyone would be interested in your missing. Perhaps your family would have definitely applied for your search, and then Diego somehow found out about it, having old connections, but the Hargreeves rarely even worrying about each other, and even less about you.

You are very, very lucky that Diego will be the only one who is genuinely interested in finding you and helping you.

Diego has years of experience as a superhero who works alone, but it will be very difficult for him to find you by himself, so he would use the help of Lila in his heroic journey, because we are talking about Number Five, who have more intellect and experience than Diego.

Lila would be useful, given that she also worked for the Commission and may know all the habits they were taught there. Diego, on the other hand, was also worked some time on the Commission, even though not for too long, but he was definitely able to learn something there.

Lila coughs softly, trying to somehow brighten up this awkward silence between them.

“So, you really think shorty can do this?” the woman put her hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly to one side. “I mean, he’s really crazy, but not that much.”

The man only gestures for her to be quiet, these two tried to get to you as carefully as they can and without too much noise.

“I'm not sure, okay?” Diego hisses softly at her before continuing going forward, leaving Lila behind him despite her protests to go ahead with him. “Just believe me.”

Lila shrugs and runs up to Diego, now walking beside him.

“Yeah, I believe you and all,” she huffs, slightly puffing out her cheeks playfully. “But I don’t really like the idea of fighting this tiny bastard again.”

Number Two fell silent for a moment, when suddenly he stopped in front of the door, tugging at the handle, trying to open it.

“Come on, tough guy, use your power,” he hears the teasing voice of his companion from behind, and Diego quietly muttered something under his breath, but took this idea into account, and with a few strong kicks, he was able to open the previously locked door.

The door opened with a quiet creak, and your two rescuers slowly entered the room, quickly looking around, hoping to find and pick you up as soon as possible.

Luckily for them, you were there, but unconscious, wrapped warmly in the blankets that surrounds you. Diego quickly rushed to you, standing over your sleeping figure and began to shake your shoulders, trying to wake you up.

“Come on, come on, wake up,” he keeps repeating this over and over again until you sleepily open your eyes.

You were tired, still half awake, and unable to accurately process your surroundings. You blinked a few times, placing one hand on Diego's chest, slowly coming to your senses.

“Diego?” you say hesitantly, looking at Lila. “No-no, you shouldn't be here...You need to go now.”

“We didn't just make it this far and then leave you here,” you feel Lila's hand on your waist, trying to lift you up from bed.

You shook your head again, now panicking as the couple tried to drag you out of the room despite your weak protests and warnings about what might comes next if they wouldn't leave now.

The room lit up with blue light only for a second before your captor arrived with a new tray of food for you. Silence once again filled the room and all of you looked at each other, waiting for the next step.

The tray fell down with a loud crash, landing somewhere slightly away from you, making you flinch at the surprise and loud noise.

“What the hell is going on here?” Five says every word with anger, still standing in place, blocking the way and not letting anyone out.

Lila looks at Diego expectantly, to which the man leaves you in the arms of his companion, while he approaches Five..

“What you're doing is wrong, you literally kidnapped them against their will,” he points at you. “But you still have a chance to make things right, Five.”

Number Five grabs Diego by the collar, causing him to lean down.

“Listen to me carefully, you idiot. All I did was protect them until you break here and put them in danger, which was actually a really dumb decision,” Hargreeves continued to swear, but soon pushes Diego away from him and has already headed in your direction to pick you up, until this desperate poor man with a hero complex didn't stand in front of you.

“I don't want to fight you,” Diego says, practically begging but still standing his ground. This draws a disapproving reaction from Number Five, making him roll his eyes in annoyance.

“So do I.”

#yandere tua #tua x reader #yandere x reader #five hargreaves x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #umbrella academy x reader #yandere umbrella academy #tua imagine #yandere diego hargreeves x reader #yandere diego hargreeves #diego hargreaves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves

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poetrylesbian · 7 months

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not to be a bummer but i need to rant about this to someone and what better someone than this blog

i am very sad lately and it is mostly because my grandpa is not well and i don't know how long he has left. a year ago i was living with him and he was pretty good, occasionally forgetful sometimes but ultimately himself. but i haven't seen him in a month or two and now ive found out he's had a lot of problems and was actually keeping it from everyone.

backstory is that this is my paternal grandfather and even though my parents got divorced 20 years ago he's always stayed close with my mum, and ever since dad moved overseas my mum has insisted on being very present in his life even more because she's lowkey pissed that dad went and moved overseas when he had sick elderly parents. which was driven home 5 years ago when my granny died. so basically my parents do not get on and barely interact now that their kids are adults but my dad's entire family still gets on with and cares about my mum and vice versa.

so yeah. a month ago my mum visited my grandpa to pick up something of mine from him place bc i was in melbourne and she was worried because he seemed to be thinner and less himself. usually he always invites her in for coffee but he didn't. it was weird.

she texted my dad (even though she hates to lol) and dad asked my grandpa and basically we found out he'd spent some time in hospital and told NOBODY, not even his son who still lives in brisbane, and gotten a pacemaker put in.

basically fast forward to now and he has been in hospital since sunday. my mum was having trouble finding out what happened bc she's obvs not the next of kin and my uncle, who is, is not a great communicator (just like most of the men in this fucking family lol) and was not super clear.

basically, he's had a few falls. the most recent one I think he fell over and hit his head. and it must have been very bad, because he is not well at all. mum and my brother and i went and visited him two days ago and it was like he had dementia. he kept thinking he was back in england. at this point we didn't know why he'd gone to hospital in the first place so we asked him and he said he got a taxi to the airport and took a plane. he asked us about our flight because he thought we had flown to england to visit him. he was worried about losing his permanent residency in australia. he also kept forgetting my granny, his wife, had died five years ago. it was horrible. he said he'd called my dad and he hadn't picked up, then he said he'd called her and she hadn't picked up. at one point when i went to find my brother who had just arrived, apparently my mum asked him if he remembered what had happened to granny and he got upset and said he didn't, and cried. i dont think any of us have ever seen him cry. my mum explained what happened and he thanked her for telling him, because his oldest son (my dad, mum's ex, we don't think he remembered his name) wouldn't have told him that. then ten minutes later he'd forgotten and mentioned granny visiting again.

he also had to ask my brother all about his apprenticeship (poor tom came straight from his job at the quarry and was covered head to toe in dust from fixing a rock crusher) even though of course he should know all about it

he's also very very weak and not eating. when he left he kept trying to stand up to see is off but he couldn't get out of his chair and we had to ask him to stop trying in case he fell again.

but he did have his sense of humour. he was making jokes. there were moments of lucidity. but mostly he was confused and it just made me feel so helpless.

i know things like this are normal when people get older. he's 82. i get it. but it's not something that happened gradually - last time i saw him was only couple of months ago and this is so bad, so suddenly. it's not dementia.

and i feel awful. he's been living alone for the last five years, after spending 7 years caring for my granny 24/7. i am certain he was depressed but he'd never tell anyone. i can't stop thinking about all the times i told him id visit on the weekend and i fucking forgot because im so fucking forgetful. i cant stop thinking about how in 2019 he and my uncle and aunt were planning to rent a house with a granny flat or whatever for him and then covid happened and they basically used that as an excuse not to. and they left him alone, even when he'd had falls, even when he had to wear one of those emergency things around his neck that could detect when he fell and he had to fucking email my uncle every day after he showered to tell him he was alright.

anyway that's my rant.

i stayed in his house for 2 months last year and it was nice but i wanted to be closer to uni and my friends so i moved out when i should have just stayed and payed him rent and helped him and kept him company. and i should have visited way more often after i moved out in december and not fucking let my stupid stress get in the way of making him a priority.

oh also now my mum is telling me i need to beg my dad to visit earlier (he's supposed to be here dec 27) but i don't know! i tried to tell him how bad it was. but i don't know if he really got it.

#this can be summed up by my grandpa is not well and i am sad and guilty about it

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theslay3d · 1 year

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I saw u were asking for requests! can you write something for jason grace? maybe nico or percy is reader's brother and when they get together they're the biggest fan of them?

Jason Grace x Child of Poseidon!reader

Gender: Neutral

Warnings: none

Word count: 659

A/N ok so idk if i really like this(my writing is not slaying today) but i hope you enjoy!!

You were looking for Jason. Which wasn't uncommon as he was your…friend? Yeah sure. You liked Jason a lot but either he hit his head so many times that he couldn't tell if you were flirting or just being nice or he just didn't like you back. You were hoping for the first option.

As of now you were asking around camp for him. Maybe he was in the woods? You've already checked his cabin and other places he usually is.

You were still looking around when you saw Percy. You sped up and walked up to him. “Do you know where Jason is?” You asked.

“Wow no hello for your brother? Why should I even tell you? You locked me in the bathroom for an hour this morning” Percy raised his eyebrows at you. Well you did lock him in there but really it was Chiron's fault for putting a lock on the outside.

“That sounds like a personal problem Percy now do you know where Jason is or no?”

He wrinkled his nose but pointed behind you. “He's over there maybe if you had good eyes like me you could see him”

You rolled your eyes and slapped his head and left. “Hey!” He yelled out after you but you continued walking.

“Heyyy” You smiled as you finally made it to Jason.

He smiled back and said “Hey!”

“Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere i even had to ask…Percy”

He laughed and said “In the woods i was bored and Leo said he would be there yet he forgot to tell me that he decided to not go”

“Ohh”

“Anyway, why were you looking for me?” Jason tilted his head a little. Cute you thought but snapped out of the thought and replied.

“I was also bored and wanted to know if you wanted to watch a movie?” Not that camp had tvs but you did have a protector which could work.

“Sure! My cabin?” Jason suggested as you both went ahead and started to walk there. “Yep your cabin has the best walls for a projector”

You both made it there and started to set up. Jason laid out blankets while you set up a projector and pulled up a movie(also author here um how the fuck do projectors work? Im so dumb anyway let's pretend)

Finally you and Jason leaned back into the pillows he set up and the movie started. Jason turned to look at you halfway through so you also turned your head. “What?” You whispered even though you didn't have to.

Jason shook his head but still stared. After a few seconds he leaned in and kissed you. What!? Your thoughts scrambled but you kissed back.

You broke apart and Jason said “Ive liked you for a long time now”

“Finally! I've been flirting with you for months!” You said and threw your arms up.

“You have?”

“Yes!”

You both laughed and leaned back into the pillows. “Oh what am i gonna tell Percy?” You thought aloud.

“Maybe let him figure it out?”

“Yeah your right that seems smart”

The next day you and Jason spent even more time together which led Percy to get suspicious. Not that you and Jason knew but he was following you both the whole day and trying to see if something happened.

Percy eventually got tired and what about to leave from the bushes he was behind when you and Jason kissed.

“Finally!! I had so many bets placed on you! I win” Percy yelled as he jumped out of the bush.

You and Jason both jumped and turned around. “Percy!”

“What?! I did have many bets!” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and moved to go drag him back to your cabin when he said “Grace if you hurt them i will hurt you! But i'm also very happy for you both”

You laughed and continued to drag him back.

#jason grace x you #jason grace fluff #jason grace fanfiction #jason grace x reader #jason grace #heros of olympus x reader #heros of olympus fanfiction #percy jackson

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chuchuminn · 1 month

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just realized its been really really long since i posted (so sorry for being rlly lazy some stuff happened)

new content!!!!!

what if aruji sama was a DEMON??

smth ive been thinking abt!

im gonna come up with smth like whtever

name = ELENORA STEINE (nora, but none are her real name *its actually ____*

age = VERY OLD.

height = might be crazy... 6'2

facts abt nora:

- very bad memory (no she wont remember where her fork from dining went after going to the bathroom but its ok bc shes a grandma /j)

- came from germany (has a slight german accent wowzers)

- doesnt rlly like sweet but likes sweet if theyre not too sweet...??

- though rlly follows the main story of living in the modern world she just moved in recently 😔

- physically, magically, and mentally capable of murdering someone (any weapon works they should just be dead)

- if shes angry at you kill her or youre the one killed!!! waa waa waa. waa waa waa waa.

buh buh backstory!!! before butlers stuff

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Back when DEMONS, HUMANS, and ANGELS still thrived..

"Is there really such a thing as a war anyway? That would never happen."

Nora says, looking at her two best friends, Kium (ANGEL) and Leon (HUMAN).

"Maybe! Theres a chance, y'know?"

Leon says in a cheerful tone, as Kium speaks up.

"I guess there's a chance as well."

"Anyway, aren't you hungry? We've been sitting in this tavern for a while."

All three nod and go get some food.

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BANG!

Rings the sound of crashes and falling debris, scattering on what was once called the Human territory. Nora, Kium, and Leon were all called back to their own races. One thing was sure. It was war. Noone knew why but the lords of all three races. The three friends were all worried for each other.

They were all on the battlefield as well.

CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of swords clashing rang in Nora's ears. Whooshing of magic from demonic mages and angelic powers fly around.

"Oh, curses.. Why do I have to be doing this..- Leon..?!"

Nora sees Leon, collapsed on the ground. He's.. dead. Someone killed him.

"....Isn't this normal, though? Everyone would die someday."

*Kium says, facing Nora. He has tears running down his face, and he points a spear at you.*

"I have to do this, Nora. I'm so sorry.."

*He tried plunging his spear in Nora's body, but she managed to stop him in time, holding the blade. It couldn't be stopped anyway. Bound to be. She threw the double edged spear at Kium, killing him.*

"It's normal.. Right? Normal. Totally normal.."

*Nora fell down om her knees, and sobbed for a while. She returned back after war was over, and spent life until the modern world.*

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butlers stuff abt NORA time!! (the story was rushed i am sorry)

Berrien:

☆ would love to learn her favorite snacks for tea time!!

☆ when shes sick (its possible ok.) he gives her Tea. (tea tea tea tea im like tea tea ooh just like tea tea ooh)

Lono

☆ he will make every single food she wants no matter the time because when shes rlly hungry she walks around to eat something that is probably edible for demons but not for humans

☆ knows all her favorite foods (hmm, let me guess.. nora's fav food is... Meat)

Bastien

☆ woodcarves her favorite things for her (maybe not a whole house but yeah) mistakenly sleeps in her room if he ever changes her bed (beds, right?)

☆ she teaches him sometimes for fighting stuff but again shes old. her bones are becoming nonexistent. every step you hear some cracking (/j)

Haures

☆ tries his very very best to cook for her (spoiler: it lit the kitchen on fire)

☆ decorated the garden with a lot of stuff because nora said she likes them at a really random time (eg: haures, i like ___.)

Fennesz

☆ reads books with nora then nora starts telling him about what happened during the old times when demons and angels had coexisted

☆ sometimes lifts weights with her because she got a bit bored of standing around (wants her muscles a lot)

Boschi

☆ nora asked him to put a giant pating in her room and it went on the ceiling but nora is happy because its still there (its kinda scary)

☆ flower arranging with boschi time every weekend even though nora gets headaches from them

Ammon

☆ when nora saw THAT scene (spoiler warning: the whip thing) she felt pretty bad for him and wanted to explode his mom

☆ constantly reminds nora not to touch the roses even though it won't hurt that much because he still doesn't want to see her hurt

Lucas

☆ scolds her because she doesn't yap when shes bored but actually runs around and ends up getting hurt

☆ wine lovers (theyre drunkards but nora has more tolerance than lucas because she had drinking competitions before)

Lamli

☆ one time nora ate a red mushroom because of hunger and became as silly as lamli

☆ lamli likes playing with frogs but nora would like to dissect them because its interesting

Nac

☆ nora doesnt understand nac and doesnt know why (his way of words make her brain become water)

☆ scolds her a lot for drinking lots of alcohol because he normally finds her throwing up

Miyaji

☆ doctor also, so... also scolds her with lucas for getting hurt a lot (only thing they can agree on)

☆ nora ate his cooking once after drinking the day before and started vomiting a lot (new rule: never let nora eat spicy after drinking)

Lato

☆ braids her hair but it kinda became a big mess but its fine because nora fell asleep

☆ other than miyaji and flure nora is the only one he likes + nora isnt very scared of him just thinks hes silly

Flure

☆ designed a lot of noras clothes because she really doesnt have that many

☆ nora tried sewing clothes with him once and it turned out pretty good but she stabbed herself a ton

Yuuhan

☆ sparred with her once, stopped because she had a stomach ache in the middle (he will try again)

Hanamaru

☆ talks abt his kids a lot to her and she listens while drinking green tea

Teddy

☆ kinda stalks her and has all her information in his notebook

conclusion....

sorry abt less content for villa butlers bc im not rlly familiar with them 😗

planning on making a new au sooner or later when i have time

thankz so much for reading all this pooks

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat

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nicoline1998enilocin · 11 months

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Off Limits IV | The one where they're caught

PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.9K

SUMMARY | The two of you have been keeping a low profile while dating because you really didn't want Tony to find out. When you think everyone is gone for a mission, you get a little bit reckless and it gets steamy in the living room. That is until someone walks in, and you get caught.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Implied shower sex, make-out sessions, cock warming, nipple play.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Series masterlist | Part III | Part V

The past few months with Steve have been nothing short of amazing, apart from the sneaking around you both have to do. The night of your first time with Steve, he asked you to be his girlfriend, and you happily accepted. You're only demand was that you wanted to keep it a secret for now. ''As long as I am with you, I don't mind keeping it a secret,'' he said. There have been some stolen kisses when no one was looking, or some extra cuddles during movie nights, but nothing that would get the two of you caught. Until now.

Bucky knows his best friend through and through, so when he started acting a little different around you, he got suspicious. It wasn't enough for him to directly worry, but it was noticeable to him. It all started on the night of Tony's party when he saw the two of you dancing together, a lot closer than friends usually would, but then again, he was frozen and brainwashed for 70 years, so what did he know about modern times, right? But ever since that night, he was happier, his mood often lighting up when you walked into the same room where he was. He also noticed that you were called up to his office more than the rest of you were, and he couldn't figure out why. So he decided to bring it up to Steve on their morning run.

''So, how is Y/N?'' Bucky asked casually, not trying to show his suspicion too much. ''She's good, settling in well in her role,'' Steve said, and he wondered where this was suddenly coming from. ''I bet she is,'' Bucky muttered, but Steve chose to ignore it, although something didn't feel right at this moment. ''The two of you seem to be getting pretty close,'' he said then, and Steve agreed. ''We're really good friends, that's all. We enjoy hanging out together and we have a lot of fun when we're preparing for missions,'' he said while shrugging his shoulders. Bucky chose to not pry any further, it didn't feel right to do it so he would just leave it at that. The rest of the run they spent catching up about missions and life in general.

When Steve comes back from his run, he finds you laying on your stomach in bed, wearing only a pair of lacy panties and reading your book. ''Hm, I don't mind seeing this every time I come home from my runs, love,'' he says and he's practically drooling over you. Steve's room is soundproofed so when he lands a smack on your ass and you shriek out, neither of you is worried about the others hearing it. ''Babe, warn a girl next time! Now I couldn't enjoy it as much,'' you said with a little pout and Steve couldn't help himself. He rolled you over and laid on top of you, softly kissing you and brushing one of his hands over your nipples. ''Want to take a shower together? That way I can make it up to you a few times…'' he said with a mischievous grin and you couldn't say no.

1.5 hours and a combined total of 5 orgasms later, both of you were laying spent on the bed, still recovering from the mind-blowing shower you just shared. ''I should surprise you like that more often if that's how I make up for it,'' Steve said with a chuckle. ''I think so too,'' you said and you brushed his cheek with your thumb before planting soft kisses where your thumb just was. ''I think everyone will be gone on a mission in a few days except for us, maybe we could venture out of the bedroom a little bit for once,'' you say, and judged by the shocked look on Steve's face he doesn't think it's a good idea. ''I don't mean we should have sex in every room all day long, but I wouldn't mind having a good make-out session in the living room or something,'' you say and Steve turns red at the idea. He still isn't used to you talking about things like that so openly.

''I wouldn't mind that, but how about we have one right now?'' he offers, and you agree. ''We can spice this one up a little bit if you want though,'' you tell him and Steve can immediately tell you have something on your mind by the look on your face. ''I've noticed you're already hard for me again, and I wouldn't mind keeping it warm for you during our make-out session,'' you offer, but he isn't sure what you're getting at. ''I could cockwarm you if you're up for it. You'd slide it in while we make out, and if one thing leads to another, all you would have to do is move your hips and I could cum for you again,'' you tell him, your eyes blown with lust. Steve agrees and you wrap your hand around his cock first and pump a few times to get him ready before straddling him and sliding slowly down until he's bottomed out. ''Oh fuck, love, feels so good,'' he moans and you kiss him.

The kisses start slow and soft, but soon both your hands are wandering a little bit, and the kiss is deepened. Steve licks your bottom lip and when you open, he softly sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, letting it go with a soft pop. This makes you smile and you do the same to him, but you also nibble softly on his, getting a soft moan out of him right away. ''Feel so good inside me, Captain,'' you whisper against his mouth and when you say it, his hips buck up out of reflex, getting a louder moan from you. You reattach your lips to his again and you both deepen the kiss immediately, sucking on each other's tongues one by one, taking your time to explore each other's mouths. After a while, Steve can't take it any longer and softly starts lifting his hips, and it doesn't take long for either of you to have another orgasm. ''That was amazing, love, I think we should do that more often,'' Steve said with a smirk on his face, and you agree.

~ 2 weeks later ~

You and Steve have been preparing for the mission the rest of the Avengers will be going on, the two of you weren't needed for this one so you took full advantage of it. Steve usually woke you up with either his tongue or his cock and now the both of you gladly spent the entire mornings in bed together. At some point, you remembered the moment you asked Steve about maybe moving your escapades out of the bedroom, and you brought it up again. ''Babe, remember when we talked about maybe having a make-out session out of the bedroom for once? I think today would be the perfect moment, everyone's gone on the mission and they won't be back for a few days, so we can just let go for once,'' you say and Steve agrees with it. ''Just the making out, or also the cock warming?'' he says with a bit of mischief in his voice. ''STEVE!'' you exclaim and smack him against his arm playfully, there are boundaries to this after all.

You're both dressed in loungewear so you can be nice and comfortable on the couch in the living room, and Steve picks you up by putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you. Out of reflex you wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck, so you can be carried like a koala bear. He walks you to the door and instead of opening it, he pushes you against it and kisses you deeply, he honestly couldn't wait. When you pull away to breathe, you tell him you didn't even make it to the living room yet. ''It's gonna be a long road if we stop every time,'' you said with a giggle, and with a fake defeated look, he opened the door and carried you to the living room. When you reached the couch, you unhooked your legs behind his back and he sat down, you straddling his lap and thighs now.

Steve looked at you and admired your beauty for a little bit, whispering sweet nothings to you which made you blush like a tomato. When he figured you'd be red enough in your face, neck, and chest, he softly attached his lips to yours, slowly and tenderly kissing you without a single worry in his mind. Your worries and thoughts also melted away the second he placed his lips on yours, and your hands started wandering over his body. Down his arms, over his waist, and up his chest until they found their place on his neck again. Steve also let his hands explore your body, softly brushing his fingers over your back, up to your shoulders, and down your arms, before slowly moving under your shirt to feel the naked skin under there. His hands moved up to your nipples, and as soon as he pinched them softly you gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth while he kept softly pinching and rubbing your nipples, making them nice and hard.

''You like that, baby? You like it when I play with your nipples here?'' he asks you and you softly moan in response. Just when he was about to mention how hard he was because of you, the two of you heard a gasp and Steve immediately let go of your nipples. ''Good friends, my ass,'' Bucky says when he walks into the living room. He was on his way to the kitchen to get some water for his throat, he wasn't feeling well so he stayed home from the mission. You quickly try to move from Steve's lap but he keeps you there, not wanting to show the erection he got from your make-out session. You were both showing the same deep red color on your cheeks from being caught and you couldn't look Bucky in the eyes right now, so you hid your face in Steve's neck.

''I'm happy for the both of you, don't get me wrong, but I can't get over the fact that you lied to me, Steve. You could have told me the two of you are together, and I would have kept it a secret,'' Bucky said, still shocked at what he saw. He was just going to the kitchen but he wasn't sure if anyone was awake so he tried not to make any noise, and he succeeded because they hadn't heard him due to his assassin-like walking. ''I'm sorry Buck, but we hoped to keep it a secret for a while longer, we're enjoying the fact that it's just something between us - and now you know of course,'' Steve explained, and Bucky understood what it felt like. ''I get it, but you do need to be more careful in that case, you never know when someone might sneak up on you,'' he said with a smirk before going back to his bedroom. ''I'm happy for the two of you though, you are perfect for each other,'' he said and he left. You and Steve looked at each other and burst out in laughter, your make-out session long forgotten now.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america

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kenjiyabuki · 5 months

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so here are some thoughts about DMD Friendship the Reality while we are nearing the end

yeah yeah its not that deep but actually no one caring/talking about a show makes me want to write a LONG ASS POST bc i cant get gratification from going through the tags and reading opinions lmaoooooo so HERE damn okkk i will make the content i want to see in the world i guess dont mind me......😞

im not even the biggest Domundi fan but i was intrigued by the premise of this show. i mean it's a basically fake dating show (like one of their challenge rewards was getting to sleep in a suite together as if they are there to date for real) and the end prize isnt just an acting opportunity as it comes w the big decision of choosing a looooooong time acting partner. so i wanted to see how they would do it. BOC did a similar thing w The Hidden Character which i dropped halfway in bc it was too long and i found the challenges to be irrelevant to the ending goal. this show is the opposite of that and thats why ive been enjoying it.

it is edited to be concise (only 5 eps) and honestly, is quite tranquil. all the challenges were about things they will be required to do in the future as DMD actors/idols and stakes aren't even that high. You could always guess who would win before they even started (((like of course broody model guys won the photoshoot challenge and guy w two series under his belt won the acting one, DUH))) but it was still enjoyable to watch. show's goal isn't to generate tension and competitiveness. it is more of a workshop/chemistry building camp and also a way to introduce the new generation and get the fans warm up/attached to them.

as i spent time in bl fandom sphere, i've come to realize introducing a new gen is tricky. i thought everyone would be ecstatic to see new blood and a lil bit of mix and match but BL fans are reaaaaaaaaaaally attached to their faves and generally see newcomers as threats who will take opportunities from their already neglected (!) precious babies (e.g. just couple weeks ago FortPeat fans were protesting the new lesbian side couple in the upcoming show for stealing screen time from their faves, which is a joke in itself). this kind of show is genius way to get people to warm up to idea of new faces. at the end of the the day, these fans' weakness is two beautiful boys indulging in sweet moments they can be delulu over and considering how ships were already born from the first episode, DMD FTR succeeded in their goal.

LETS TALK ABOUT THE BOYS :-) *this starts playing*

I had to make this during first ep bc they are all dark haired boys w similar builds so I kept confusing them lmaoooooo (Tle not pictured as he joined later)

i will firstly talk about the fan favorite possible "couples";

KengNamping, the quiet visual couple and yes I love em!!!! they were kinda the only "conflict" in this very conflict free competition.

is Keng the CALMEST person I've ever seen? Latte is laid back too but Keng is just seems zen. sometimes (in the face of conflict) he just seemed hard to read but mostly he has such a calming presence. honestly, he should open an ASMR channel if this acting gig doesn't work out.

Namping also comes off very warm and graceful. him being "wow I'm finally in the winner suite" to Keng after finally getting chosen in ep4 made me laugh like DAMN he really was offended by what happened in ep1 and kept letting it slip. Idc, you are so right my prince and don't ever let Keng forget what he did to you...

when it comes to the possibility of them as a couple: i am kinda here for it while also not knowing if i actually believe in their "moments" in the show? Namping definitely set his sights on him from the beginning but Keng seemed nonchalant about it. Keng finally choosing Namping after his win, their sweet moment on the bed etc. seemed to me like classic reality show moment prompted by production to fit a certain narrative WHILE ThomasKong's pseudo-date-night chats seemed very real and spontaneous.

they do visually have chemistry, i'm not gonna act like i wasn't blushing when Keng trying to flirt during dinner or Namping softly touching a sleepy Keng's chin in the bed etc. Or even in ep2, when Namping tries to confront Keng about his pick but they are too timid and just unable to talk about it openly!!! arrghhh it's a hard to watch moment but still, made them more intriguing because they had such a tension between them. it would be a shame if it wasn't explored more. that tension can be channeled into an angsty series, just saying...

So, they def have a long way to go in their bond and arent comfortable like LatteFirst or ThomasKong but still, they are a strong contender and I would be glad to see them as a couple in a show. Namping already got my attention in the acting challenge and wonders can be achieved w a lil bit of workshop. they got the juice already!!!

Now, lets talk about ThomasKong.............

me watching Thomas relentlessly chatting Kong up since THE FIRST EPISODE

so I knew LatteFirst are set be a side couple in upcoming Love Upon a Time but i was confused to see why everyone on Twitter was already going cuckoo over these two random boys until i saw them interacting... Wow, like Thomas really came here w one mission: get Kong and leave.

because Thomas is such a flirt like DAMNNN😳😳😳😳he needs to be jailed for carrying lethal amounts of charm... IT MUST BE SAID: I love his fits w those thin glasses, he should've been wearing those in those office BLs he was in because he has been serving "office siren". Tiktok girlies eat your heart out.

while Kong isn't the best at acting or singing (he is the best KengNamping shipper tho and i LOVE a fudanshi BL actor), he definitely would win Mr. Congeniality if they were giving that title. he naturally and effortlessly has great on screen charisma. he is a certified cutie and the only one who can get real full belly laughs from Thomas!!!

i think what they managed in the acting challenge is the testament to their palpable chemistry. acting wise they weren't perfect (naturally, their uneven acting experience levels were apparent) but they were the only one who managed to tonal shift in their scenes. it's because they were the only ones who played into the romantic subtext of the scene. they also held eye contact for the longest (because they are comfortable w each other and not shy!!!), which elevated their chemistry and made me AND the judges giggle and roll our hair and kick our feet and shit!!!!!!!!!!!!

they are obviously the most likely to win the show and they deserve it too. no matter the result of the show, i want see them carrying a series as mains because they can and should. i also believe DMD won't fumble their bag, so i am not worried about it.

to conclude, I will quote Zee,

then we come to LatteFirst, the kinda established couple: in the ep5 preview, we see First trying to choose between Latte and the newcomer Tle, which seemed random to me and could be a production touch to create conflict in this very smooth sailing show.

i loved seeing Latte being nonchalant about the possibility of First choosing someone else, what a laid back guy. like Mio in THC, every BL reality show needs a half asleep and occasionally funny dude.

now i am thinking; what if First chose Tle, would he also replace Latte in LUAT bc DMD doesn't really fuck w mixing matching their couples. i honestly don't know where did all that come from but i feel like the result wont be too shocking, First and Latte are already really close and comfortable and got The Chemistry. need i remind of Latte punching the air a la Judd Nelson at the end of The Breakfast Club when it was announced they both chose each other for the dinner date? and their sweet and comfortable banter on that said date??? let's put our pens to work and write a friends to lovers rom-com for the boys based on that material please...

i dont think they are likely to win but might be strong contender. i just want to see them as a side couple in LUAT (hopefully this year!!!!) so they can develop themselves and their bond a little bit more before getting to a main couple level. their sweet friendship shouldn't go to waste!!! (is it obvious i am more drawn to BL couples who are besties in real life?)

damn this post is about to be a novella so i will make it short about Gems, TeeTee and Tle, i hope Gems won't be too upset about getting slighted again 😥 like i said, stakes aren't high on this show and results are always obvious: these guys are going back home empty handed, we all know it. they are all charismatic and VERYYY talented but i just felt like none of them really focused on "getting a partner" part of the show, not just the main challenges. even TeeTee who was picked by Thomas and Keng seemed kinda uninterested about partnering up. but you cant really force chemistry and i am sure they will get many more opportunities in the future. they already started their fanbase!!! i cant stand to see Gems so upset, i hope he wont be too sad.

these are my opinions. maybe the ending will do a whole 180 and idk, GemsKeng or TleKong or some other random couple will win, who knows???? cant wait to watch the new overly airbrush filtered, Cheewin directed DMD show up to like 5 episodes and then get bored and drop it and follow the rest from gifs!!! good luck to the boys <3

#dmd friendship the reality #ThomasKong #KengNamping #LatteFirst #domundi

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I am extremely excited about the bodyguard au! Tbh at first I thought it was gonna be a really weird au, but now I can't wait!!! I also want to say that dol is the best eremika fanfic I've ever read ( and trust me I've read A LOT of them). I really hope the next chapter comes out soon cause I really miss it 😭. Your work is amazing!

lol at first glance i can understand that a bodyguard au does sound a little off so i don’t blame you haha but im glad youre excited!! its one of my favs so im really excited to share with yall!

and thank you omg, that means so much!! ik ive been treating dol like my bastard child lmao but i promise it’ll be coming soon ive been working on ch 17!! dol is my biggest love it brought me to eremika and all my friends on here so it’ll always be the favorite 🩵 but thank you again for reading all my stuff, im really glad you enjoy all my silly little stories!!!

here’s a little snippet from ch 17 just bc i feel like i never talk about dol on tumblr LOL i feel like i only do on twitter!!

The pads of Mikasa’s fingertips were gentle across his skin, rubbing soap across his skin in circular motions as to not further irritate the numerous burns the accident left him with. Even the smallest of touches would irritate his injuries, but Mikasa had always been delicate in everything she did.

It was the stark difference between the two of them—Mikasa approached life with a level of caution and tenderness that Eren had never possessed. He had gone through so much of his life approaching everything with a sense of callousness, always brash and aggressiveness, but it was as if all of Mikasa’s benevolence had somehow rubbed off onto Eren. He was certain part of it was a result of all the time they spent together, but also because Mikasa was deserving of all that was good—even from him.

The cool shower stream drew gently against her back, her dark hair slicked back from the water, droplets of water falling gingerly down her face. Her fingers traced the outlines of the where his scars spanned from his wrist to the curvature of his shoulder, some spots more mangled than others. A sullen look washed across her face, and he could see the faintest trace of her lip quivering.

“These are gonna scar,” she said quietly, her voice almost inaudible over the stream of the shower.

“And if they do, it’s okay, I don’t mind. I’ll get to tell everyone who asks how I almost got burned to death trying to play hero,” he attempted to reassure her. She gave him a reproachful look, evidently unable to appreciate the “humor” in his words. His face softened at her expression, knowing despite his constant reassurances, she was still shaken up by the accident.

“Mikasa…” He started softly. “I’m here right now, aren’t I? I’m okay, I promise. You don’t have to keep worrying.” Eren took the hand that was still inspecting his multiple burns and brought it to his chest, just above his heart. “You feel that? I’m alive and I’m okay. I’m here talking to you, and I have no intentions of going anywhere else. I’m here to stay as long as I’m able to—I can promise you that much, cariño.”

Her mouth opened as if to protest but she merely pressed her lips into a thin line, opting to merely nod in response instead. Her eyes had the glossed-over look they did whenever she was about to cry, only he knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to—not now, at least.

Eren’s face fell into a frown, knowing that whatever unspoken thoughts were running rampant in her head, were the exact opposite of not worrying. “Mikasa, look at me,” he urged, tilting her chin up so that her eyes met his. “Please, don’t worry anymore—if not for yourself, then for me. I will do everything on your list to the T, I promise. I won’t even try to still go on my runs like I had been secretly planning to—”

“Eren, what the hell? It’s almost like you don’t wanna get better or something,” she chastised, the scowl he had grown to appreciate perched on her face.

“Which is exactly why I’m not going to anymore, I don’t want you to keep stressing about this—about me.”

#dol #asks #vic’s wips

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sparklinpixiedust · 1 year

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Lucky

AN: not proof read because im tired :(. a little one shot of the aftermath of Vendetta. Idk , ive always felt something like would've gone down. I mean the plumbers are still a legal defense organization, they probably do have Gwen, ben and kevin come in for questioning when they feel something isn't adding up all the time.

" will you please repeat your statement for the camera ?"

Gwen groaned. She'd already repeated herself thrice at that point , what more could they possibly expect from her?

" there was this big scary alien called ragnarok who rummaged through my boyfriend's home a week ago looking for a key to destroy the planet.

We went after him in hopes of stopping him. During the battle something went wrong and the ship got destroyed more than expected. We got separated from ragnarok in all that smoke and rubble , so Ben , Kevin and i decided to leave immediately through an escape pod back to earth. We have no idea if Ragnarok escaped the ship in time or not. "

The 4 armed alien in front of her nodded with a blank expression on his face.

" So you're saying all 3 of you escaped , no one stayed behind?"

" nope. All 3 of us were on that pod that night"

" hm, and you all say Ragnarok was alive at the time"

" from the last we saw of him, yes, very alive"

He scribbled something down on a piece of paper in front of him while Gwen sat across, her hands neatly folded on the cold metallic table in front of her.

She looked over to the one way mirror behind the bespectacled alien, taking in her reflection. Dark eye bags and unruly hair in a bun, she was exhausted. Who wouldn't be after being suddenly awoken at 2 am and driven to a top secret location for questioning , questioning that had gone on for a few hours now.

It shouldnt have taken that long, but Ben went before her, and she was sure he spent most of his time in theatrics , claiming he was The Ben Tennyson and most likely quoting some sort of fbi interrogation scene from a some TV show. He sure was excited on his ride over there.

"You think they'll play good cop bad cop on me? Maybe they'll call me little punk? Ooh I better get a tooth pick, it'll make look tough "

" miss tennyson you claim the there were 3 of you on that escape pod, however the biosensors on the vehicle show presence of only 2 living beings. how do you explain that?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. Gotchya.

" well of course it wouldn't detect Kevin. In case you missed it, he's not technically living by organic standards. He's mutated as a bunch of rocks and metal, non living things. The scanners would just ignore it as a pile of debris.

Gwen narrowed her eyes back at him. Checkmate.

Oh Kevin got lucky. So lucky that he didn't even have proper fingerprints to track down or leave behind.

She could feel her temples slowly pulsating as she stared ahead. And the flickering fluorescent light bulb was not doing her upcoming migraine any favors either.

" anything else?" she retorted.

" actually yes."

He took off his 4 eyed glasses and sighed.

" Miss tennyson, do you know why I brought you and your cousin in for questioning? Because the two of you are good honest people. The both of you are heros in your own rights, and will always dot he right thing "

Ahh yes. The guilt trip tactic.

" by the way , I hope you and your cousin are both well aware ragnarok is the one who killed Kevin's father yes?"

Gwen scrunched her eyebrows. " Is he? kevin never mentioned it."

The alien nodded. " Yes he is. And we have been trying to track him down for some time now but this is the first time he showed up on our radars again. And he's out of our hands, again. All I am saying is Kevin is no stranger to revenge, always trying to seek justice for his past. I hope you are aware 2 years ago he-"

" Kevin's past is his alone, it's neither mine nor my cousin's business to get involved. All I know is nothing nefarious happened on this mission as much as you want to believe. What might've happened to Ragnarok was an accident, that is all." She cut in without missing a bit. She did not need a highlight reel of all of Kevin's crimes right now.

She wasn't in denial, she knew what he was capable of and had an idea of what he might've already accomplished in his stage of rage. But he was trying, slowly but surely Kevin was healing, and both Ben and her agreed to help him in their own ways. And one of it was not delve too much into his past unless he told them himself. They realized he wasn't so different from them. Just like them , he too was thrown into this insane world at a very young age, but he had no one to support him. Either one of them could've ended up in the same situation as well.

" hm. Interesting how your cousin has the exact same story. It's almost as if it's, I don't know, rehearsed?"

" well if we all experienced the same thing , then surely the story would be the identical"

She could keep this up all day if she wanted, she wasn't captain of the debate team 3 years in a row for no good reason.

" I suppose so"

Gwen crossed her arms and leaned back into the metallic chair, the screeching sounds due to the weight of her body suddenly shifting backward echoing off the cold walls.

" are we done here officer? Its a Saturday and I would really like to catch up on my sleep"

He nodded and raised his right upper limb, pointing to the door behind him. A click was heard and the door opened up to the hallway.

" By the way , it wouldn't hurt to have a little faith in Kevin. He's a good man and is trying to live up to it. Who knows colonel, he might just end up being the hero we all need someday" And with that she left, hoping this was enough to save the obsidian eyed boy this time.

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#ben 10 #ben 10 uaf #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #gwen tennyson #ben tennyson #kevin levin #gwevin #gwevin related #fanfiction #ao3 #love

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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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Seven Days ~ Chapter Eighteen

Seven Days - Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long.

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late?

A/N - This story is the sequel to Miss Fortune, but is a stand alone story.

Summary: The fire’s aftermath has Syd pacing the hospital hallway, wondering if Frerin will regain consciousness…

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Thorin, Alex, Nico

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,611

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Previous chapters can be found here.

December 9th & 10th

Friday Night/Saturday Morning

Syd tried not to panic as she lay on a narrow stretcher, slowly breathing the sweetest, most beautiful air ever. She tried to remain calm as she waited for Frerin to be brought out. All she knew what that one of the biggest men she’d ever seen emerged from the smoke like an avenging angel to scoop her up. The strange woman Frerin had been yelling at simply vanished and that was all Syd remembered until she opened her eyes on the gurney.

Then she heard the clatter of wheels on pavement and sat up to see EMTs wheeling Frerin her way. She jumped up, ignoring the shout of the paramedic, the sting in her arm from moving the IV catheter, nearly hanging herself in the tubing carrying the very oxygen that cleared the smoke from her lungs. She clawed at the mask over her mouth and nose, shoving it up and off her head.

“Take this out now,” she said to the medic, pointing at the IV.

“Miss… we need to run in that until it’s finished.”

“Take it out now,” Syd growled, “or I’ll do it myself.”

“Miss Pres—”

“I mean it. Now.”

The medic removed the IV and gave her a cotton ball to hold against the site and she ignored everything but the need to see Frerin.

He was pale and still, His sweat-dampened hair poking up in all directions, his face smudged with soot, an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. Her throat seized, her eyes stung. “You big jerk,” she managed to choke, slipping her hand beneath his, “why didn't you keep that fucking mask on? Why?”

She squeezed his hand, hoping he’d squeeze back.

But his hand remained limp in hers.

Pressing her lips together in a foolish attempt to keep them from quivering, her eyes flooding with tears she didn't bother to hold back, she crouched beside him. “Open your eyes, Frerin. Please? You have to be okay because… because you just have to, okay? I know you were telling me the truth. And I’m so sorry I blew up the way I did. I should’ve known better. I know there is more beyond this world. I know it. It’s my family’s business. If anyone should believe you, it’s me. And I am such a fucking idiot for not believing you.”

She reached down to smooth his spiky dark hair away from his soot-streaked forehead. “And you did not sacrifice yourself for me, do you hear me, Frerin Durin? You’d better get your ass back to this plane, back to this side of that fucking veil because I love you and I want to introduce you to everyone as the boyfriend and I don't care how seventh-grade it sounds.”

The winds picked up and snow fell yet again and she started when the burly firefighter who’d pulled them both out draped Frerin’s turnout coat about her shoulders. “I’ll give you a ride to the hospital, Syd.”

She looked up. “How—how do you know my name?”

“He spent all week talking about you.” He smiled, his dark eyes warm. “I’m Nico and I doubt he’s mentioned me, but he couldn’t shut up about you.”

She pressed her lips together once more and smiled down at Frerin. She swallowed hard, waiting until she trusted herself to speak, before she managed to whisper, “You better not have told them everything.”

“Nah. You don’t have to worry. He left all the good stuff out. That’s how I know it’s serious, when Frer keeps the details to himself.” Nico caught her by the elbow. “Come on.”

“No. I mean, thank you for the offer, but I—I have my sister’s car. It’s at the far end of the lot. I’ll just follow him.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m—uh—I’m going to call my sister. She’ll meet me at the hospital.” She looked up at him and managed a smile. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I wasn’t leaving either of you behind.” He smiled. “I’m going to ride with him to the ER then.”

“Keep an eye on him for me? And stay with him until I get there?”

“Of course. They’ll have to forcibly pull me away from him.”

Syd bobbed her head and dug Alex’s keys from her pocket. Thank God they were there and not in her purse, because her purse was now a melted blob of leather and plastic and cell phone.

Wait.. how was she going to let Alex know what happened unless there was a pay phone in the hospital lobby, and she couldn’t remember if there was or not.

She turned to ask Nico, but he was already climbing into the ambulance after Frerin had been loaded in, and the paramedic slammed the doors before she could say anything.

“Fuck,” she muttered, thinking about all the information stored on the phone alone. Thank God she’d backed it up only last week. She wouldn’t lose too much. Small favors and all.

Her hands shook so badly, it took her three tries to get the key in the ignition and all of her will to keep the Jeep straight on the road as the ambulances all pulled out, sirens screaming, and took off toward Cranford Falls Medical Center.

Syd hated hospitals. Ever since the night of the accident on the Parkway, when she and her sisters met up with Gram at the ER in Toms River to receive the worst news of her life that her mom and dad had been killed in a car accident on the Garden State Parkway.

Now, she paced the sterile corridor, coughing every now and again but otherwise all right. She had no idea what was going on with Frerin and seeing as how she was only possibly his girlfriend, no one was giving her any information. She had no idea how many laps she’d taken when Thorin and Alex appeared around the corner, hurrying toward her.

She stared. “H-how did you know?”

Thorin’s expression was the most serious she’d ever seen. “Nico Zarelli called me.”

Thank you, Nico.

“Syd?” Alex broke through her reverie. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. I’m just… Frerin’s still being treated and no one will tell me anything.” Syd all but fell into Alex’s arms, her eyes stinging and her throat tight. “He gave me his mask, Lex. That jackass made me take his mask.”

“What?” Thorin asked, shaking his head. “He knows better.”

“I couldn’t breathe and I couldn't fool him. I tried to give it back, but he wouldn’t take it.”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” Thorin said, leaning against the wall with a low sigh. “Was he at least conscious when they brought him out?”

She shook her head slowly. “No. He was unresponsive.”

“Oh, Syd…” Alex tightened her arms about her.

“I know… he wasn’t lying to me, Lex. He wasn’t.”

Thorin raked a hand through his hair. “He wanted to tell you, Syd. He was scared to.”

“I know. And I gave him every reason to be scared. I did just what he thought I would.”

“He understood, though. Because of what happened last summer.”

“Wait,” Alex pulled back, “what happened last summer? I thought you just went out with him the one time?”

“I slept with him, Lex. And he never called the next day. Never called, never dropped by the shop. He just vanished on me.”

“You slept with him last summer and I’m only now finding out about it?”

“I thought you knew!”

“How would I know?”

“Teddy!”

“You told her and not me?”

“I thought you already knew!”

“How would I know?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Thorin broke in sharply, rolling his eyes, “can you not right here?”

Both Alex and Syd stared at him and Alex said, “You sound like Charlie, Thorin. What’s that about?”

“You’re all rubbing off on me.” Thorin rubbed his forehead. “Look, argue about gossiping over my kid brother’s sex life another time, okay? Preferably when I’m not around.”

Syd pulled away from Alex and rubbed her forehead slowly. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I don't know what’s going on and no one will tell me. Thorin, could you maybe find out?”

“Let me see what I can do.” He pushed away from the wall and made his way over to the nurse’s station. She had no idea what he said, but a few minutes later, Syd was in a small, curtained off area where Frerin lay, still and quiet, hooked up to an EKG, an IV, and an oxygen cannula as well. All she knew was he was still alive and they couldn't figure out why he was still so unresponsive.

She dragged a wood-and-orange vinyl chair to his bedside and sank into it, slipping her hand into his. “Frerin? If you can hear me, can you squeeze my hand back?”

Nothing.

A sigh bubbled to her lips, but she held it back, tracing her thumb lightly along the side his. His hand was warm, so that was a good sign. “The nurse thought you could maybe hear me. And I hope you can, although I have to admit, I’d rather see the look in your eyes when I tell you I love you, because I think you’d make a perfect deer in the headlights. But, since your eyes aren’t open…

“It’s almost Saturday, Frerin. Another forty minutes and this will all just, hopefully, be a bad memory. The fire, I mean. And my overreaction. But everything else is good. Parts of it are very good. And you did it. You made it eight days. And you’re still here. And now I guess I have to plan a thirtieth birthday party for you because if you think I’m letting that milestone go unnoticed, especially after this week, you’re crazy.”

A hint of pressure tightened against her hand and her heart skipped a beat so hard, it almost hurt. “Frerin?”

He remained silent and still.

She lifted his hand, clasping it in both of hers and as she brought it to her lips, his index finger moved. Brushed her ever so gently.

“Frerin?”

His fingers all moved that time, tightening about hers and then he coughed, and croaked, “Syd?”

Her eyes stung anew, her lips began trembling again, but her heart soared above the heavens as she nodded (which was silly, as his eyes were still closed) and whispered back, “It’s me.”

“I’m not dead?”

“Not unless I am, too, and I’m pretty sure I’m not.”

“Thank God…” He swallowed with a wince. “Damn… my throat’s sore…”

“You breathed in a lot of smoke,” she replied softly, her vision blurring as she brushed his hair away from his forehead. She looked over at the small pitcher and cup on the bedside table. “Do you want some water?”

“No, I’ll be all right in a minute or two.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Linens rustled as he turned his head. His eyelids rose slowly, his eyes more gray than blue and very sleepy, and a tired smile lifted the corners of his lips. “Christ, Syd, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that? You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Her eyes stung even more fiercely now as she rose from the chair and moved closer to gaze down at him. “You are such a liar.”

“I’m not. You’ve been hot since I was fourteen.” His smile widened and he even winked at her. Then, he broke into coughing fit, but as she reached for the call button, he caught her by the wrist and cleared his throat. “I’m okay. Just my lungs are a little clogged, is all.”

“Are you sure? Warehouse fires, remember?”

“Never know what you’re breathing in.”

“You are such a jerk, taking off your mask. You know better.”

“I do, but I didn't care. You weren’t breathing. I had to fix that.”

“Frerin.”

“What? I did.”

“You’re insane, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yeah. More than once, actually. Hey,” a slow smile lifted the corners of his lips, “did I ever tell you about the time you walked by my desk in Spanish class and your perfume made me hard?”

“Frerin!”

“It’s true. I was terrified Senesky would call on me to go up to the board. How would I explain popping a boner in her class? I’d have never lived that down.”

“That’s terrible.”

“It really was. Girls have no idea.”

“Frerin…”

“What? You don’t.” His smile faded and his eyes grew serious. “I love you, Syd.”

She didn't say anything at first. She couldn’t. Her throat seized up to trap the words and held them fast. But, as she gently stroked his hair, she managed to whisper, “I love you, too, you know.”

His eyes widened, some of the sleepiness fading. “Syd?”

“I do, Frerin. And I’m so sorry I blew up the way I did.”

“No,” he shook his head slowly, “you don't have to be sorry. It sounded insane. I’d have thought I was crazy as well.”

“Frerin, I—“

“Wait.” He shifted slight to his left, then patted the bed. “Come here.”

“Frerin.”

“Live dangerously, honey.”

She smiled and looked about before kicking off her shoes and carefully climbed up to stretch out alongside him. Her eyes stung all over again as he slid his arm about her shoulders and tugged her closer still.

She dissolved then, sobbing into his chest even as he tightened that arm and whispered, “Shhh… it’s okay, honey. I’m going to be fine. I swear, I’m going to be fine.”

“Why did you take off your mask?”

“You needed it more than I did.”

“Frerin.”

“It’s true. I was okay with dying if it meant you wouldn’t.”

“Frerin, don't ever—”

“I’ll always put your safety over my own. Don't you get that, Syd? It’s what I do. Especially when it comes to you.”

“Are you going to get in trouble?”

“I don't know. Maybe. Probably. But I don't care. It was worth it. If it means I get suspended for a couple days or a week or a month, I’ll take it.”

She sniffed, swiping at her eyes with her sleeve. “It was a foolish thing to do.”

“I don't care.” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “If I had to do it again, I would. And why were you even there anyway?”

“Meeting with a book vendor over an invoice problem. But the weird thing is, when I got there, the guy didn't remember moving our meeting. He figured his secretary must’ve gotten the time or date wrong but I know I spoke to him, so who knows? And when the fire alarms started going off, he got up from his chair, told me to wait right where I was, and that he’d be back, but he never came back. He just left me there. And, oh my god, I had no idea how quickly smoke could fill up a space.”

He sighed softly. “Syd—”

She looked up at him. “I wasn't afraid when I saw you, though. I knew it’d be okay.”

His arm tightened about her, much like it had that first night they were together, when he’d held her as if he was afraid something would snatch her from him. She carefully draped her arm about his waist and gave him a gentle squeeze. “I knew I’d be okay,” she told him.

He coughed again, but not nearly as hard as he’d done in the building. She lay there quietly, curled against him, her head on his chest, and let her eyes close.

“Frer?”

Frerin smiled as Thorin poked his head around the curtain. “Hey, T. I made it.”

Thorin didn't say anything, but bent over and wrapped Frerin in a bear hug so tight, Frerin wouldn’t have been surprised if his spine cracked in half. “I’m okay, T. Really. And don’t worry, Syd’s going to take care of me.”

“I don't doubt that for a minute.” Thorin stepped back and Frerin didn't miss how shiny his eyes were. “I was a little worried there for a bit. Taking your mask off? You know better.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I do. But I didn't care. She wasn’t breathing, so she needed it more than I did. That’s what I cared about.”

“She’s not back yet?”

“No. She had to go down to the firehouse and retrieve my Jeep. I just hope no one is giving her a hard time about it.”

“Is Zarelli on?”

“Yeah. I’m supposed to be on, too, but I’m on the bench for the next week. Chief came by to tell me so himself. And I’m okay with that. I’ve got plans for this week and they do not involve leaving my house if possible.”

Thorin grinned. “Sounds like my kind of plan, Frer.”

“Right? Just me and Syd and my dog. That’s all I want.” He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. He wished Syd would get there already. He just wanted to go home and shower and brush his teeth.

“Well, we won’t bother you at all, but you might want to give Ma a call.”

“I’ll do one better. I’m going to go see them. And I’m bringing Syd home to meet them. They won’t know what hit them. Especially if she’s wearing a diamond when I do it.”

“You’re seriously going to ask her? After a week?”

“How weird could it possibly be after everything that’s happened this week, T?” He grinned, shaking his head. “It would be the sanest thing that’s happened to me.”

“Good point.”

The curtain rustled and Frerin smiled as Syd poked her head around it. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“Not at all.” Thorin stepped back. “I’ll see you in a couple days, Frer. Get some rest. I mean it.”

“Yeah. I will. Eventually.”

“Frerin!”

He rose from the bed, grinning at Syd’s gasp. “What? If you think you’re getting out of makeup sex, you’re insane, woman. I had a whole night planned the other night and that went to hell, so you owe me.”

She arched one brow. “I owe you?”

“Oh, yeah. Ow!” He burst out laughing as she swung the small overnight bag of clothes he’d asked her to bring for him and hit him in the gut. “Easy. I almost died yesterday saving your ass, honey.”

“Frerin.”

“What?”

“Frerin!”

“I did.”

“I know.” Her eyes darkened. “Don't remind me.”

“I’m fine now, honey. See?” He flexed his left biceps. “Poke that. Like a rock.”

“So’s your head.”

“Oh, that hurts. I put your safety before my own and that’s the thanks I get?”

“Frerin.”

Mindful of the draft on his bare ass thanks to the hospital gown that refused to stay tied, he nonetheless wrapped her in his arms, lifted her easily, and swung her about the curtained area, giving a free show to everyone at the nurses’ station. “I love you, Syd. And like I said, I’d do it all over again and I wouldn’t do it any differently.”

She sighed softly, catching his face in her hands. “I don't want to ever do that again, Frerin. Not ever.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me. I’ve already mooned half the people in this ER, so why not?”

She bent to him and as their lips met, everyone at the nurses’ station broke into applause. And in that moment, Frerin broke the kiss to whisper, “Will you marry me, Syd?”

“You didn't answer me, you know.”

Syd looked over the Jeep’s hood at him. “Frerin, were you honestly asking me?”

“If I said I was, what would your answer be?” He leaned against the hood, ignoring the cold of the parking garage as it seeped into his bones. He was beyond exhausted, but at the same time, it was a bright, sunny day, he was alive, and had no reason to dread any of the coming days now. He had Syd. He had his dog. He had his health (no thanks to his idiocy, according to Chief Pratt, who promptly told him to take the next week off and think about what he’d done.)

She smiled. “Seven days, Frerin. We’ve been together a whole seven days.”

“I know. But we’ve known each other for sixteen years. And besides, the sex alone would be worth it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Of course I am. I run into burning buildings for a living. I’d have to be crazy to do that, don't you think?” He winked. “And that’s not an answer.”

“Frerin.”

“I knew it. You’re waiting for a ring, right? You’ll get one, honey. Don’t worry. I have the next seven days to find the perfect one.”

“I don't need a ring, Frerin.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“Are you really asking me?”

“We could do this all day, you know.”

“I know.”

“And that’s why we’re good together.”

“Frerin.”

He winked. “I like hearing you say my name, honey.”

She rolled her eyes at that. “You really are nuts.”

“Pretty sure we just had this same conversation.”

“And I’m pretty sure we’re going to have it a lot more often.”

“Probably.” He tapped both hands against the hood and as she moved to grab the door handle, he said, “Hey, Syd?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me you love me again.”

“Frerin.”

“I love you.”

Her slow smile did something funny to his insides. Warmed his blood. Sent it south. He couldn’t wait to get her home. Her eyes were almost blue today, sparkling as she met his gaze and said, “I love you, too, Frerin.”

“Damn straight you do, honey.”

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