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hualianff · 3 years

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Found

Thinking about pack alpha HC whose territory is so far north, hardly any other packs visit or travel to it because the weather is unnaturally unbearable. Then, during one of the coldest nights of winter, a wolf and a pup wind up at the border, passed out from exhaustion. Neither of them bears a pack scent.

They are rogues.

It’s incredibly uncommon for rogues to venture into Crimson Moon territory, partially because it’s not easy to find within a massive forest and partially because HC’s reputation isn’t very forthcoming. The wolves who are granted permission to stay in the pack usually have important skills to contribute to help make it through the winter. Yet, despite his strict and distant demeanor, HC is fully dedicated to leading and taking care of his pack.

Upon seeing the way the pup is nestled protectively under the adult wolf’s body, HX–the leader of the patrol squad–decides to shelter them for the night. He also provides warm soup and washing supplies for the weak rogues. The adult beta bows nonstop in gratitude before tending to his pup with unbridled affection. HX’s heart is somewhat more at peace, though he dreads having to ask HC what to do with them the next day.

***

XL has only heard of the Crimson Moon pack among hushed whispers in random caverns. Traveling for the past few years has not been easy, especially with a young wolf like Banyue. But when he had found her on the brink of starvation in a ditch on the side of the road, XL had promised to keep her safe above all things.

Now, XL carries the burden of his past along with the responsibility of raising BY. But he wouldn’t want it any other way. Thus, when XL finds him and his pup welcomed into the Crimson Moon pack by the courteous head alpha, XL gratefully prays to the heavens for letting him see another day.

Months pass. XL and BY live a much more comfortable life with guaranteed food, a heated home, and plenty of healthy social interaction. Additionally, they are never deprived of HC’s attention, the head alpha always making time to see them.

XL doesn’t dare let himself hope for permanence. He’s faced so much rejection, disappointment, and betrayal in the past. With the “we will stay until winter passes” mentality, XL is prepared to leave, not wanting to overstep boundaries with HC.

The bond between a child and a single parent is extremely special. It can be complicated to make room for a third relationship with another parental figure. With HC, however, it’s almost too simple.

HC naturally treats both XL and BY as respected and autonomous individuals. He knows they don’t require his presence to function, but that doesn’t stop the alpha from offering his assistance whenever needed. Or wanted. With no further expectations besides...companionship.

Before, XL never could have predicted how attached BY would be to HC, and vice versa. But given what he knows now, he shouldn’t be surprised. HC is undoubtedly a wonderful alpha. Oh, how XL wants, and wants, and wants...

***

HC doesn’t know what it is about this particular beta and his pup. For the first time since adhering to his father’s harsh mental and physical conditioning, HC can’t seem to control his wolf’s instincts.

Every time he sees XL and BY rolling around in the snow or sharing a meal happily, the head alpha’s heart positively melts. During his pack leader duties, HC will find himself thinking about how XL and BY are–if they’re safe, if they’re enjoying themselves, if they have everything they need.

It’s as if they add a completely new purpose to HC’s life. He must protecc.

It happens when they’re all in their wolf forms playing a light-hearted game of tag. It’s getting late, just about BY’s bedtime. XL delicately picks her up by her nape and carries her over to HC. XL plops his tiny pup in front of HC expectantly, eyes gleaming with an ample amount of trust.

HC, realizing how significant this action is, doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle BY’s head, softly scenting her. Then, he picks her up himself and heads towards the cabin where XL and BY stay.

XL had given HC the first of many opportunities to take care of BY as his own, starting by coddling her and putting her to bed. HC feels like the luckiest person in the world.

Once spring arrives, HC finds himself visiting XL and BY’s cabin for dinner for what seems like the hundredth time. All three of them sit in front of the fireplace. XL and BY are both snuggled up against both sides of HC. BY eventually crawls into HC’s lap, falling into a peaceful sleep.

XL himself is drifting off against HC’s shoulder. Sluggishly, XL mumbles something along the lines about how he’ll never be able to repay HC for everything he’s done for them. HC strokes XL’s hair while murmuring delicately: “You can stay with me. That is enough.”

XL gently squeezes HC’s hand.

***

Because XL spent so many years in survival mode, his omega went into hibernation. Nearly a year into his and BY’s stay in Crimson Moon pack, XL gains his scent back. His senses also sharpen once his wolf realizes he is safe from the dangerous encounters with other wolves and mother nature’s unforgiving conditions.

XL suddenly craves physical affection from HC. Though he’s a bit unsure of how to ask for it since it’s been so long since he’s been truly hugged (before HC), much less being scented. But HC completely understands, sometimes without XL even having to tell him. The alpha makes sure XL sees the best healer in the pack to track his progress and stays by XL’s side in support of his recovery process.

XL also gains his heat back–an overwhelming development. Thankfully, HC resolutely supports him from the side, committed to prioritizing XL’s needs and comfort. HC is more than happy to provide the best cuddles and kisses for his mate.

It gives baby BY a scare when her baba, along with HC, is absent for a few days. While she is too young to fully understand heat cycles and such, XL makes sure to emphasize that he was having adult troubles and HC helped him through everything.

Later, BY rewards HC with ferocious leg hugs and smol wolf tackles. HC makes sure to fall down onto his back to let BY climb on top and wiggle in triumph.

***

One time, when XL fell asleep against HC, he was having a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. HC didn’t know what to do! XL was violently shaking in his arms, whimpering and crying with no way of calming himself down. Thus, HC, on a whim, decided to gather XL up and press him into an embrace, humming a low tune while a deep rumbling instinctively sounds in his chest.

HC has never purred before. This was his first time.

(XL, feeling anxious all day. When HC returns home, he’ll latch onto HC while nosing his neck.

XL: “Do the thing.”

HC: *purrs happily*

XL: 😇)

***

BY, an ever-so-observant pup, practices what she’s learned from the bestest, smartest, and funniest father. She yips for HC to come over when they are in their wolf forms. She curiously noses at the snow, then glances up at the alpha with puppy eyes. HC indulges her, of course, leaning down to inspect the empty spot-?

Splat!

BY wickedly flicks snow up with her paw onto HC’s snout before bounding away. HC shakes his head in surprise, freezing snow currently lodged up his nose.

HC whirls around to capture his tiny culprit. He’s met with the sight of BY crouching behind XL, gnawing harmlessly at his tail. HC huffs, approaching defeatedly while BY, the little brat, merely sticks out her tongue. HC lays down beside XL, bumping cheeks with the omega and wrapping his tail protectively around their pup.

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thero0ks · 3 years

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In This Life and In the Next

NSFW! Do not read unless you are 18+

Miche and Erwin smut ahead (you’ve been warned)

She wasn’t sure what came over her that day. Perhaps it was the near death experience breathing life into her once again. When the dust settled, and saw the look of fear on her comrades faces her feet started to move on their own accord. Miche gave her a curious look, and Hanji’s eyes shined with glee as she stepped forward to join her. Dancing wasn’t in either one of their job descriptions, but it quickly brought a smile to their faces.

Erwin folded his arms with an amused expression. “There isn’t any music.” He stated bluntly.

“Sometimes you don’t need music.” Hanji replied, as her and Y/N linked arms spinning in a tight circle as delighted shrieks erupted from them.

Nanaba shrugged, a smile spreading on her lips as she joined them. The stunned look on Moblit’s face as Hanji dipped him caused Y/N to burst into laughter.

A small grin tugged at the corners of Levi’s lips until he caught Erwin’s knowing gaze. With a weak cough he stilled his face to the impassive expression he typically wore.

“Oh Comanderrrrr!” Hanji’s sang, pulling him into a dance. Erwin was taken by surprise as his long legs scrambled to catch up to the brutal pace Hanji had set.

Levi took a sip of his tea as the three recounted that day. “I’m happy you forced the Commander to dance.” Levi said with a sigh, “For once he didn’t look like he carried the weight of humanity.”

Y/N chuckled, “he even danced with me after Hanji had thrown him across the square.”

Hanji gasped, “I did not throw him. I attempted to pull him back into me and he let go.” They stated with a laugh.

“I only wish Miche had danced with you,” Levi said with a sigh.

“He did,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Just not then.”

She recounted those late nights in his office. The candles had burned low, and all the piles of paperwork were finally finished. Another date night passed by as Y/N waited patiently for him to finish.

His back cracked when he finally stood up. With a glance out the window his face fell. “I did it again,” he said with a sigh. “Didn’t I?”

Y/N nodded, but offered him a soft smile. “It’s okay Miche.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he said softly, as he tugged her out of her seat by their clasped hands.

Placing his hand at the small of her back he drew her in. Softly swaying in the candlelight the creak of the wooden floorboards were the only sound in the room. Hair framed his face as he gazed down at her, eyes full of adoration, and Y/N found her craving this simple intimacy that a date night couldn’t create.

Miche knew it was the little things that warmed her heart. He never stopped thinking of small ways to show he cared. Even with his death he’d left small pieces of himself behind in the form of handwritten letters in the event he met an untimely end.

“Miche did that?” Hanji exclaimed. Surprise evident on her face. “Would you two have walked away from all this?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not until we could live in a world free of titans. We’ve lost so many friends.”

“Remember when Moblit thought you blew up the lab?” Levi asked, turning to Hanji, soliciting chuckles from the other two.

The boom could be heard at the training grounds. Levi and Y/N’s heads snapped at the sound.

A figure covered in soot ran across the grounds, “Levi! Y/N! Come quick!” Moblit cried. “I think Hanji blew herself up!”

The three took off quickly, motioning for the cadets to follow. Erwin emerged from the castle at the sound of all the ruckus. “What’s going on?” He inquired, falling into step with them.

“Shitty glasses blew up the lab.” Levi grumbled, shaking his head.

“Dammit Hanji.” Erwin muttered under his breath.

When they finally arrived at the lab they saw Hanji emerge from the smoke, coughing profusely. “Hanji!” Y/N cried, stepping up to help them out of the debris.

“I’m okay.” They wheezed, breathing in mouthfuls of fresh air.

The sound of ODM gear could be heard as Miche came into view. Cupping Y/N’s face his eyes ran over her inspecting her for injuries. “Are you okay?” He inquired, as Y/N nodded.

“I KNEW YOU WERE DATING!” Hanji cried. “Moblit my hypothesis was right!” They drawled on with a wild look in their eye. “I knew I heard you two getting it on last night!”

Levi and Erwin’s head snapped to Y/N and Miche, who had the good sense to look embarrassed. “So that’s why I’m not seeing the pathetic longing stares.” Levi mused, folding his arms across his chest. “You two disgust me.” He added, turning to Erwin who rolled his eyes at Levi and Hanji’s antics.

“You really were perfect for each other.” Hanji said softly. “I always imagined you two having the cutest babies.”

Y/N blushed, “we didn’t think this would be the life for kids.”

Levi sighed, “you were both right on that.” The only true veterans left were Y/N, Hanji, and himself. The fear of how much longer their little group would stay intact brought fear straight to his heart. “Still it would have been nice to have a piece of Miche running around.”

Y/N’s eyes weighed heavily at that statement. Levi knew she would have dwelled on the idea a lot, but he also knew she wouldn’t change that choice. It would have been selfish of her to bring a child into a life like this, and Miche and Y/N rarely acted on their own selfish desires.

“Remember when Hanji got the Commander to play seven minutes in heaven?” Levi asked, an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You mean when they forced us all to play?”

“We can’t let the cadets have all the fun!” Hanji exclaimed, pouring another glass of wine.

“Aren’t we a little old for drinking games?” Miche asked pointedly.

Hanji waved him off, “it’ll be a fun bonding experience!” Grabbing a felt hat she thrust it out, “now everyone put something personal in it.”

“Wait, that’s rigging it.” Y/N said, folding her arms across her chest. “You can just choose the item the person you want puts in. It’s not hard to guess an object by touch when you know what’s in there.”

“You really want this to be random Y/N?” Levi inquired, taking a drink of the whiskey in his glass.

Y/N shrugs, “isn’t that how the game is played?”

“Alright everyone close your eyes and I’ll get an item from each of you.”

Hanji passed the hat around, and once all the items were in place everyone opened their eyes. “Moblit you draw first.”

With a sigh he dug around in the hat bringing up an enamel pin that he couldn’t quite identify. “That’s my Titan pin!” Hanji beamed.

“Titan pin? That looks like hammered shit.” Levi stated bluntly.

“I made it myself!” Hanji snapped back. Before pulling Moblit in the awaited closet.

“Someone got a timer?” Miche asked, as Y/N flipped the hourglass over.

“How far do you think Moblit’s gonna go?” Nanaba inquired, as Levi snorted.

“How far do you think Hanji is going to go?”

Everyone laughed at Levi’s statement. “I bet Hanji doms hard.” Y/N added as a muffled ‘Yes section commander!’ Was squeaked out from the closet.

Erwin shook his head, “why on earth have you thought about that?”

Y/N shrugs, “I got a lot of time on my hands Commander.” Taking a sip of her wine she nodded at Levi, “that one has a brat kink.”

Levi’s stare turned predatory, “mind your manners brat.”

“Or what Levi?” Y/N inquired, smiling sweetly.

Nanaba snickered at the Captain's cool expression, and her fellow squad members challenging stare.

Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, “please tell me you have not made assumptions about everyone in this room.”

Y/N shrugs, “the truth is often shocking Commander.”

Miche laughs, “Erwin’s definitely got an authority kink.”

Y/N’s eyes widen, “that’s exactly what I thought!”

Miche gave her a high five as Erwin shook his head pouring another glass of whiskey. The closet burst open as Nanaba yelled time. Moblit stumbled out hickeys all over his skin, and a proud Hanji following behind.

“Moblit...you okay?” Y/N inquired as he looked at her with a dazed expression before nodding. He looked like he was on cloud nine.

“Who’s next?”

Miche reached into the hat pulling out a flower pendant. “Nanaba.”

“How did that feel watching him go into the closet with Nanaba?” Levi inquired.

Y/N let out a sigh, gripping the ceramic teacup. “We weren’t together at that time,” she stated with a shrug. “It hurt like hell though.”

Hanji sighed, “that’s the reason I made everyone play the damn game to begin with.”

“What?” Y/N asked, sitting up straight at Hanji’s revelation.

Hanji nodded, eyes focusing on a knot on the wood table. “I always wanted you and Miche to get together.” Her eyes flickered up, “whenever you were around each other it felt so natural. Like breathing.”

“Regardless, whatever happened in that closet with Erwin?” Levi inquired, with a tilt of his head. A blush bloomed on Y/N’s cheeks.

“What we heard was….spicey to say the least.” Hanji added. “Did you fuck the commander in seven minutes?”

Y/N laughed, “well since Erwin’s gone...I suppose I can reveal all the juicy details.”

The item felt cool and smooth in her hand. Y/N tried to focus on it, and not Nanaba who was currently in Miche’s lap. The color drained from her face when she pulled the medal out.

“Commander!” Hanji cried, their jaw hanging wide open at the pairing.

Y/N stood up, and the rush of butterflies danced in her stomach. Erwin set down his drink, and she felt his large palm on her shoulder. Leaning down his voice was low enough that only she could hear him, “by the way you’re trembling I’d say you like it when someone else is in control.”

That statement went straight to her core, as he guided her into the closet. The door closed with a click. Before her eyes could adjust to the light Erwin’s hands were on her. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Y/N found herself nodding enthusiastically as Erwin’s breath fanned her ear. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes Erwin.”

“That’s Commander.” He corrected.

“Yes Commander.” She breathed as his lips latched on to her neck. He peppered kisses along her neck, turning her head he captured her lips. His kiss was demanding, and passionate. His hands were the only thing anchoring her to her body.

“How much do you want?”

Intoxicated on his kisses her mind could think of little else than him filling her. “All of it.”

“I like hearing you needy.” Erwin mused biting the junction between her neck and shoulder. “I can fuck you like this, or I can fuck you against the wall.” Erwin nipped at her ear, as she let out a small whine.

“Against the wall.” Y/N pleaded, before remembering to add, “please commander” at the end.

“Strip.” Erwin demanded, and she made quick work getting undressed.

The racket coming from the closet came as a shock to the group. “Are they…” Moblit trailed off.

“Fucking?” Levi supplied, taking another drink.

“Maybe they’re just making out?” Nanaba offered. “Y/N seems like she could be an...enthusiastic lover.”

Hanji burst out laughing, “she probably told Erwin to blow her back out.”

Y/N had no idea how much time was left as Erwin thrust into her. The stone wall he had her pressed against felt cool against her back, and the angle he was driving into her had her seeing stars. “Fuck Erwin, I’m so close.”

“Look at me when you cum.” He ordered, gripping her jaw firmly. His demand was enough to send her over he edge, “fuck Commander” she cried. By the look in his eyes he was close behind. With a few more thrusts he stilled in her. Letting her feet touch the floor he didn't let go of her until he knew she could stand. Tucking himself alway he quickly helped her get dressed.

As soon as Erwin had straightened her clothes the door flew open, and they both went back to their seats not sparing the closet or Hanji a second glance. “Did you guys just?” Hanji inquired.

“What are you trying to imply, Hanji?” Erwin’s stern expression shut them up.

“Nothing Sir.”

Hanji leaned back with a satisfied grin. “I knew it.”

Y/N shrugged, “the only other person who knew was Miche.”

Levi shook his head, “of course that bloodhound knew.” Taking another sip of his tea, “let me guess. Miche decided to mark his territory?”

Hanji’s jaw dropped, “did he?” Gripping Y/N’s arm tightly they were excited at the prospect of new gossip.

“He did.”

Eventually the party died down, and Y/N found herself in the halls next to Miche. Leaning over her she heard him sniffing. “You smell like Erwin.” He hissed.

“Nothing happened.” Y/N said tucking her hair behind her ear.

Miche gave her an incredulous look, “I can’t even smell you.” Shaking his head his fists clenched, “you can’t lie to me about this.”

Y/N folded her arms across her chest with embarrassment, “so what? We’re two consenting adults.” She said simply, “you looked cozy enough with Nanaba.”

“We didn’t even!” As the words escaped Miche’s lips his eyes widened, and he went silent.

“You didn’t have sex?” Y/N finished for him. “Let me guess she sucked your dick?” She inquired, with a knowing look. Miche ran his fingers through his hair formulating his next words. A habit that was typical for the tall man. He was never quick to choose words. They were always slow, and calculated.

“It was just a game.” He said simply. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Y/N gave him a slight nod, “exactly. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Wait so you didn’t get together that night?” Levi sat his teacup down with raised eyebrows.

Y/N shook her head, “I wouldn’t have felt right jumping from Erwin to Miche that quickly.��

“Or Miche hopping for Nanaba to you?” Levi added.

Y/N shrugged, “we knew after parting that night we both felt the same way. We wanted it to mean something when we actually decided to pursue a relationship.”

“When did you actually hook up?” Hanji inquired, resting her cheek against her palm.

A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips as she recounted the memory.

“You wanted to see me Commander?”

Erwin’s sharp gaze flickered up at her voice. Setting the pen down he leaned back in his chair. “Any potentials among the cadets?”

The chair squeaked as she took a seat in front of his oak desk. “A couple, but none that would get along well with Miche or Levi.”

Erwin nodded thoughtfully, “perhaps I’ll give you a squad.” Shaking his head at the thought, “I’m sure Miche would be in my office first thing to complain.” Resting his elbows on his desk he seemed to be lost in thought. Y/N watched the wheels turning in his mind as silence filled the room. “I think another squad would be beneficial,” Erwin concluded. “There is something I need you to do for me,” he said standing up to grab a small packet of papers. Picking up his pen he made quick work of the forms. “Give these to Miche,” he said, handing them to her. The ink hadn’t even dried. “You’re officially a squad leader.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “thank you Commander.”

Erwin’s smile was genuine, “you’ll make a good leader.” He paused, debating whether or not to speak plainly. “If you could convince Miche not to storm my office that would be appreciated,” Erwin said with a chuckle. “He’s rather fond of you.”

Blinking at Erwin’s statement Y/N wondered what exactly Erwin knew. Before she could ask Erwin chose to speak first. “Relationships between officers and their subordinates have always been frowned upon,” he began his tone delicate, treading lightly. “You are no longer a subordinate,” blue eyes held a hint of mirth in them. “You’re dismissed.”

Before Y/N could respond he’d already turned his attention back to the mountains of paperwork. If she hadn’t been mistaken, Erwin had practically given her his blessing to pursue Miche. Tension in her shoulders eased. Thankfully their romp in the closet had not meant anything more then carnal desires to him as well.

Leaving Erwin’s office she made her way down the hall to Miche’s. Lightly knocking on the door she heard Miche’s voice welcoming her in. Opening the door she found Miche squatting before the fireplace throwing another log on. Emerald eyes slid up her frame, and a pleased look came across his face at her presence. “Y/N, what can I do for you?”

Thrusting the stack of papers into his hands she stuttered out, “the Commander has given me new orders.”

Miche stood up stunned at her words, quickly flipping through them fury prickling under his skin. If this was Erwin’s way of getting closer to Y/N he was prepared to challenge his orders. “He’s given you a promotion?” Miche inquired, an attempt at keeping his voice even.

“Yes, Erwin thinks we need a new squad,” Y/N explained wringing her hands. “There’s potential among the new recruits, but I don’t think you or Levi would care for them,” she explained.

Sharp eyes observed her as she spoke. “He also mentioned that I could pursue a relationship with another officer this way,” bashful eyes flickered down as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

Miche froze at her statement. “That will be very convenient for the two of you,” his jaw was clenched tight as he tried to contain the jealousy that boiled in his blood.

Y/N’s head snapped up at his statement. “Miche, I was talking about you.”

Miche’s eyebrows rose, “me?”

“Erwin didn’t want you busting down his door over this,” Y/N explained. “He was giving us his blessing as our Commanding officer.”

Miche took a step closer to her sparks at the tips of his fingers as he reached out to touch her. “You want this?” He inquired, his large hand cupping her cheek.

“Ever since I met you,” she confessed leaning into his touch. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her lips. Hands sliding down her body to lift her off the ground.

Large hands gripped her thighs as he sat her on the edge of the desk. Groping the soft flesh his lips worked against hers. Fingers carded through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against hers, and she took the opportunity to suck on it. This only made him more eager, leaning into her as she pulled him closer. His hands slid up to her hips pulling her against his thigh encouraging her to grind against him. A soft moan escaped her throat as she rutted against his leg. “That’s my girl,” he murmured against her lips. Dragging his lips against her neck she felt him trail kisses to the crook of her neck. A sharp pain had her arching into him as he bit down. Nails dug into his biceps as he soothed the bite mark with his tongue.

“Fuck you’re intoxicating,” he said inhailing her scent. Reaching for her ODM straps she quickly started removing them, and he made quick work of his own. Tugging at her shirt for approval she grabbed it by the hem peeling it off. Miche groaned at the sight of her flesh. Soft and supple in all the right places. Calloused fingers traced the plains of her body. Shuttering under his touch she tugged at the hem of his shirt feeling vulnerable under his gaze. Pulling his shirt off he let it fall to the floor somewhere at his feet. Removing the fabric covering her breasts his eyes were eager to drink her in, greedy for anything she was willing to give him. Her soft hands traced his stomach muscles, lust filled eyes taking in his pecks eager to watch them move under his skin.

Her breasts filled the palm of his hands. The weight feeling like heaven in his hands. A sharp inhale ignited a fire in him as he brushed his thumb against her nipple. Sensitive to his touch he captured one in his mouth as he rolled the other with his thumb. Her hands found purchase in his hair as needy whimpers escaped her lips. “Miche,” she pleaded, as he released her breast to pay attention to her other. He’d pushed her back against his desk as he continued his slow ministrations. Pulling soft pleas from her lips he felt her hips wiggle desperate to grind against him. “I’m going to make you feel good baby,” he said, kissing her navel. “Can you be a good girl and sit on my face?”

(E/C) eyes opened wide, as she nodded eagerly. Helping her out of the rest of her clothes she straddled his face. Engulfed in her scent he was desperate to taste her. Gripping the junction of her hips and thighs he pulled down so she was seated on his face, as he desperately lapped at her clit. Her juices were sweet on his tongue with a refreshing aftertaste.

Gripping the edge of the desk she rocked her hips chasing that high. “Shit Miche,” she said with a blissful sigh. Slipping his fingers into her he started working her over to accommodate him. When he started sucking on her bundle of nerves the stimulation became too much. Clamping around his fingers, her juices coated his face and he made sure to lick up as much as he could.

“Let me make you feel good Miche,” she purred as she settled between his thighs. Sitting up with his back against the desk to get a better view she gave his velvety head a few strokes before sucking him between her lips. Throwing his head back at the sudden suction. Eager to watch her lips on his cock he brushed her hair into his hands softly guiding her further down his shaft. “Fuck Y/N, just like that.”

Humming against his shaft his grip tightened on her hair. Heady eyes focused on the hypnotic bob of her head. The occasional “pop” when he slipped out of her mouth driving him wild. Long fingers reached between her legs to toy with her folds as she sucked him off. “I want to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around me,” he breathed.

Releasing him she climbed onto his lap, so she was straddling his hips. “You ready,” he asked, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She nodded eagerly, “are you?” Giving her a deep kiss he murmured against her lips, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He confessed.

“Me too,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose.

Grabbing his dick she guided him into her. She was tight as he felt him pressing into her entrance. “It’ll fit,” she assured, dragging him through her slick. “I like the stretch,” she said with a groan as she finally sank onto his length. His fingers dug into the fat of her ass as she adjusted to him. His forehead buried in the crook of her neck as he tried to focus on anything but cumming.

Slowly she started to rock her hips finding the angle she craved. “Fuck you’re tight,” he grunted feeling her walls grip him. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. Watching her fingers slip down her body to her bundle of nerves. Pupils blown wide he took in the steady rock or her body, the bouncing of her breasts and the ecstasy that was painted on her face. “I like seeing you get yourself off on my cock.”

He felt her throbbing on him as her orgasm shook through her body. Gripping her hips he started thrusting into her to fuck her through her orgasm. Her soft cries carrying him further to his own release. Pulling out he came over her thighs. He had her hips in an iron grip as he came down from his own high. Sitting her down on the floor her grabbed a towel to clean her up.

Her shapely thighs were still shaking from her orgasm as he cleaned his seed from her. Carrying her to the bed that was attached to his office he laid them both down, pulling her on top of his chest. Running his fingers down her back they let a comfortable silence fall as they basked in each other’s presence.

Y/N made her way back up the stairs of the keep. Levi and Hanji had gone to bed a little while ago, and had left her to her own memories. Opening the door to the room she shared with Miche she’d expected to see him filling out paperwork at his desk, but found the room cold and empty with the ghost of his memory.

Dragging her hand across the desk she hoped to bring that night back, but was disappointed to find herself alone. She thought back to what he told her.

“We’ll always find each other. In this life and in the next.”

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rainbowrider1290 · 3 years

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My take on a Genshin Impact Circus AU Part 4 with Noelle as a strongwoman and Amber as a death-defying archery stuntwoman. Their backstories are under the cut!

Noelle:

First off I have a very self-indulgent headcanon that she is ridiculously strong. Like. Can benchpress people. Canonverse or AU.

She used to help out around the circus and she was kind of indifferent to the fact that she was likely going to be a maid. It's a respectable profession. And helping out at her childhood friends' (Kaeya and Diluc) manor as she'd been born into doing seemed like a good job.

How she got into the circus life requires a bit of backstory. Back when they were kids, Kaeya, Diluc, and Noelle would mess around (as kids do) and have little challenges for themselves. Who can run the fastest, who can do the best cartwheel, who can jump the highest, and the like.

Noelle got a little hesitant as she got into her early teens bc she was always told to be ladylike, so she spent one or two of their hangout sessions watching Kaeya and Diluc and talking. One day, however, Kaeya and Diluc are being Teenage Boys and lifting heavy things trying to outlift each other. Noelle has lifted furniture when cleaning up after these two so she figures this one unladylike thing would be okay.

She comes up behind them and just. Picks them both up. On top of the things they were lifting already. Kaeya and Diluc have to take a second and just look at her like "yeah no you are never sitting out of our competitions again"

And so they try other things like cartwheels and tests of courage like who can climb the highest on a tree and things are back to normal.

Skip forward a few years and Crepus dies. There's a huge mystery around it that not even his son's attendants are privy to. The only thing people know is that the sons have been sent away to boarding school. The whole manor is abandoned, all the workers fired.

Noelle for the next few years spends her time working at laundromats, and other odd jobs, but eventually she runs out of luck and suddenly there's too many people and not enough opportunities.

One of her friends from one of her old jobs invites her to go out and see this new circus that happens to be in town. She goes because why not. And wouldn't you know it one of the acts is her childhood friends doing these death-defying stunts that hit her with a wave of nostalgia bc their entire act consists of essentially the song "anything you can do" but with more and more dangerous stunts.

Noelle of course has to say hi, so they catch up and Noelle's lack of work comes up and would you look at that Aether and Lumine happen to have an opening for a maid.

So Noelle settles in, continuing to lift heavy shit to clean under it (Bennett swears up and down he saw her lift a fridge once but he might've been sleep-deprived). She also got into helping Chongyun with the techy stuff so sometimes she'll be at tech rehearsals moving things around and one time a rope holding up a person breaks near Noelle and she. catches it.

Now, one night. One of the acts drops out at the last moment bc injury or last-minute commitment or the like. And it leaves a gap in the show. Everyone else is busy. And panicking bc the circus is still relatively new and they really need to build their rep rn.

They start wondering what kind of last-minute acts they can put together like "what about the gymnasts??" "They all have group routines" "do they have old routines??" "Not polished enough for what we need" and someone somewhere pipes up "man I wish we had a strongman or something" and Diluc and Kaeya immediately whip their heads around to look at each other for like half a second before Kaeya bolts. He finds Noelle doing her usual rounds she's been doing for like a month now and Bennett was right, she is currently under a mini-fridge that she is lifting over her head whilst leaning it against a wall.

Kaeya takes Noelle by the shoulders and just zooms her over to where the commotion is happening and pitches the idea to Aether and Lumine. They're hesitant as hECK bc this is a huge risk they're taking since Noelle isn't even a performer but Diluc pitches that they could literally just scatter really heavy items and have Noelle clean under them and as long as she looks at the audience every once in a while it can be played off as a bit.

Noelle with qUITE the stammer says that she'll try her best but at this time is in need of a moment. She has never performed before. Kaeya and Diluc have to go perform so they leave her with a shoulder squeeze and a thumbs up.

She gets on-stage. She flinches under the lights for a second. She takes a deep breath and focuses on the first thing before her with her best "oh heavens, it's filthy in here", and she gets through the entire act by doing that for every object. So the audience is seeing this seemingly petite young girl lift the equivalent of a hecking car in order to clean under it.

Needless to say, there's roaring applause the second Noelle leaves (which she hears from far away because holy shit I just cleaned for people and they liked it)

This was a bit of a one-time thing and she goes back to her regular maid duties until the circus gets a new strongman by the name "Zhongli".

His style is more about lifting exTREMELY LARGE ROCKS, and breaking them in half whilst giving a history/geology lesson on them.

He quietly observes the maid who he hears fantastical stories of That One Time She Charmed An Audience By Cleaning. He was bewildered at first but saw the merit of it while watching her clean. He immediately decides that this girl has sO MUCH. POTENTIAL that is being wasted by having her work as a maid. He has nothing against maids or their profession, but he invites her to train with him.

Noelle gets hELLA stronger and they come to a conclusion. Noelle performs part-time and is a maid part-time. She doesn't have a particular performance style. She'll sometimes play catch with Zhongli and his big rocks, other times she'll be in the background of performers like Amber in the art lifting some hEAVY SHIT.

She gets along with Chongyun super well bc Chongyun has to make less trips to move his equipment since he's worked with her. She's a blessing for when they have to pack up and move.

Amber:

Amber's story is a little more straightforward. She started out engaged to a suitor. Amber was the kid in kindergarten who was learning about dragons and "idk what everyone else was doing". She's known what she wants for a long time, and what she wants at the moment, is not a relationship.

Throughout her childhood she was a very lonely child. Her family exposed her to lots of academic or ladylike things (do not ask me when this au is set, it's the 1800s and the 1990s at the same time or a suspendes steampunk time) to get her away from the thing she liked most: archery. She'd been exposed to it as a kid and latched on.

This drove a bunch of suitors away, so her family got more desperate and exposed her to more classes and activities to get her away from it. She went "that's easy, I'll just practice at night"

So she does that. She practices at night and underperforms in the coming weeks. It is during this time that her parents (high class ppl) find her a man to marry for some business deal idk.

The man's nice enough. It's just obvious he can only take Amber in small doses, and Amber takes full advantage of this to practice and stay in shape.

How Amber gets into the circus life was essentially running away. She bonds with Eula over this.

So because of all the attempts to make her fit into the ideal lady description, her rebellious streak said "yeah we're going to go as far away from that as possible" and she goes "I'm going to run away with the circus" bc that's what the books she's read say is the most rebellious thing you can do.

She finds THE FIRST circus she sees and begs to be let in. This is the shadiest most sketchy place but Amber sees it as the key to her freedom. She signs a contract.

They treat her like the US treats their students. She barely gets time to practice for performances and she's mostly doing dirty work. When they ask her what she can do she's like "I'm really good at archery" and they go "cool, you're going to be doing that while everything is on fire now. Can you do a handstand"

Essentially they push her and push her and push her to do more and more hazardous things she has to pick up on under the threat of being kicked to the curb.

After a while of this Amber is extremely burned out (pun intended) and as she's packing up after one of her shows, covered in burns but proud bc she hit all her targets without killing anyone, she's approached by a blond foreigner.

Tbh for all she's read, Amber really doesn't consider leaving and this time she can't run away since she's now bound by a contract (not Zhongli's btw in case anyone was wondering).

This foreigner tells her that there's so many ways to improve her situation and that he runs a circus looking for members.

Amber refuses since she's not getting tangled up in another legal mess, but she takes his advice on how to take care of her burns, and improve safety while she's performing.

Skip a few months. She hears word of this mysterious new circus around. Her encounter with who she'll later know as Aether stuck with her, and so she goes. To see whether she could really shoot her arrows without being burned alive.

After a show one night, she tries to get past security and fails repeatedly. She turns to leave and wouldn't you know it there's Aether. And Lumine. Waiting for her once she turns the corner. Amber's biggest concern is her existing contract and when Aether and Lumine say they have a nICE lawyer, Amber sees her next step to freedom.

Aether and Lumine essentially gain custody of Amber (but like for adults) and Amber is. Shocked. She's walked through her new contract of employment clearly and essentially treated like a human being.

And now that she knows things and has more freedom (though still under the watchful eyes of Aether and Lumine to see how she does) her creativity and competitive streak flourish. She decides she actually doesn't hate fire, she just doesn't like when she doesn't know when or where it's coming. And she makes fast friends with the gymnasts, so she ends up incorporating that into her routines. Now she uses her canon goggles to protect her from the burning eyes of prolonged smoke exposure when she uses fire.

When she meets a little pyromanic girl named Klee, she's thrilled that someone this chaotic and sure of herself exists.

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kellanswritingblog · 4 years

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Can I request the LOLOMG playing truth or dare and Azu keeps making Cel increasingly flustered please and thank you

In which Azu picks on Cel, Cel tries and fails to keep their cool, Hamid is drunk, Zolf is an oblivious ace, Wilde is snarky, and Skraak is wing-kobold.

This was super fun to write, thank you!! I hope you like it! I kept it PG even though truth or dare often gets more out of hand than that lol

Alcohol cw

The team’s life-and-death schedule had been put on hold for whatwas meant to be a relaxing evening of team bonding, getting to know each other,even down to the nitty gritty. Hamid recommended playing truth or dare once they were all a little tipsy, and now hesat wearing the catsuit he’d donned when sneaking through Shoin’s ventsystems. Despite his insistence that hewouldn’t be caught dead in such an outfit, he seemed to be enjoyinghimself.

Zolf and Wilde bickered over details, calling each other outon truths and arguing innocently about what made the best dare. Zolf had since been forced to dump multiple ice-coldbuckets of water over his own head – some sort of revenge, clearly – while Wilde nowowed the group an article of glowing praise in the few newspapers that remainedfunctional. Skraak sat to the side,occasionally taking apart bits of table and laughing with the group even ifthey didn’t understand all the words without Hamid’s translation.

Most people, when forced to tell a truth, would choose tokeep the details to a minimum, lest they revealed more than was required ofthem. Cel, however, tended to overshare instories that were so farfetched they had to be true. The only person that got them to give shortanswers was Azu, with pointed questions and a knowing smirk.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever dated an orc before?”

Cel sputtered a bit of their sake, before setting their cupback on the table in a caricature of calmness. “I have not.”

While in many other instances, Cel tended to ramble on, thistime they offered no extra details except for the faintest red blush in theircheeks, though whether that was from the sake or the question, no one couldquite tell yet.

As the circle came back around, after several dares that leftHamid decorating Zolf’s beard with prestidigitated flowers (a design choice he’dbe forced to wear for at least a day), Cel chose truth again.

“Would you consider dating an orc?” Azu asked, another smirk on her lips.

This time the redness in Cel’s cheeks was definitely fromthe question and everybody caught onto it, no matter their current state ofinebriation.

“I think it’s safe to say that I, uh, have already consideredthat.”

“And?”

“That is asking for a second truth – you’re going to have towait for another round if you want an answer to that one. And that’s assuming I choose truth again,after you keep picking on me.”

“I’m not picking on you,” Azu replied, her smilesoftening. “This was supposed to be anevening of getting to know each other, making sure we know where we stand…”

Cel met Azu’s gaze only briefly, before teasing, “Doesn’tmean you get to break the rules and get an extra truth out of me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Across the table, Zolf, Wilde, and Hamid all leaned a littlebit closer to each other so that they could whisper amongst themselves.

“Is there something going on here?” Zolf asked and gestured nonchalantly towardAzu and Cel.

“There’s been something going on there for a while,” Wildereplied. “It is rather like you to not notice.”

“Boys,” Hamid interjected, his voice moderatelyslurred. “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

“Good thing it’s not your turn to tell a truth,” Zolf saidmockingly to Wilde. “The point is– do we need to make some excuse and leave them alone?”

“Oh, heavens, no. I’mnot leaving this show for anything.”

“Fair enough.”

“Zolf… stop moving… I can’t braid your beard when you keeptalking…” Hamid mumbled, and Zolfobliged as the game was passed around.

It soon became Azu’s turn, and she chose truth. Hamid, who had only somewhat picked up on theenergy in the room but without any sense of subtlety in his intoxicated state,leaned forward and asked, “If you had to date one person in this room, whowould it be?”

“Cel,” she answered instantly. “That’s hardly worth the question.”

Meanwhile, beside her, Cel was coughing into their sakeagain, eyes wide and face red.

“Are you alright?” Azu leaned over and put a hand on Cel’s shoulder with genuineconcern.

Cel could only manage to nod, their face flushing redder asAzu’s hand rested on their shoulder.

On Cel’s other side, little claws clacked over to them, andSkraak looked up with worried eyes. “Skraak?”

“I’m okay, little buddy.” They switched into Japanese to speak with them. “Azu is just picking on me again.”

“Skraak?”

“Don’t tell anyone, but… I really like her. And I think she knows it.”

“Skraak.” The waySkraak nodded made it clear that everyone knew it, even Skraak, whocould only understand bits and pieces of the languages thrown around thetable.

“Oh. Do you think shelikes me too?”

“Skraak.” Thatwas an easy translation of “duh.”

Now that Cel was breathing again, Skraak scrabbled back toHamid’s side and held up a flower for Hamid to braid into Zolf’s beard. His beard was almost completely full offlowers, but Hamid didn’t show signs of stopping his decoration any timesoon.

“Thanks, I’m alright,” Cel said to Azu, switching back toEnglish. “Sake just went down the wrongpipe. You know, our organs are soridiculous in some ways? We have twotracks leading down from our mouth, one for air and one for food, and our body sometimesis just whoops! Let’s put food in theair hatch! Time to die!”

Azu chuckled at Cel’s explanation, and Cel felt their facegrow red again. Maybe Skraak had apoint. Maybe… maybe it was Cel’s turn topick on Azu.

When the game – which Hamid was no longer playing as hestarted to decorate Wilde’s hair with flowers now too – was passed back to Azu,Cel knew what they were going to do.

“Dare.”

Cel leaned toward her and smirked. “Kiss me.”

This time it was Azu’s turn to grow flushed and stutter, ahand flying over her mouth as her eyebrows shot up.

Before either of them could say anything, Zolf exclaimed, “Wait! I think I left the oven on! I better go check!” His tone was obviously lying, and he lookedknowingly at Wilde.

“Oh, dear,” Wilde added in an even more dramatically actedvoice. “Allow me to assist you. Come along, Hamid, we may need your help ifthere’s fire.”

Wilde and Zolf stood, gently pulling Hamid and Skraak alongwith them as they headed for the door.

Once the latch clicked into place and Cel and Azu werealone, Azu leaned in close, put a hand on Cel’s cheek, and kissed themsoftly.

“Kissing you is hardly a dare,” Azu whispered.

“I – I didn’t just dare you that because, oh, ‘truth or dare’or whatever. I did it because, I… I wantto kiss you. I like you. I…”

“I know. And I feelthe same.”

Cel grinned and beamed, before kissing Azu again, a bit morevigorously this time, tugging on the collar of her shirt.

“Hey,” Azu said, smirking, as they pulled apartbriefly. “You’re getting more than onedare’s worth of kisses out of me, I think.”

“I thought this wasn’t just because of a dare?”

“It’s not. But still,rules are rules.”

Cel laughed. “Oh,please. The way you were teasing me andpicking on me that whole time? You oweme so many more kisses.”

Azu pulled Cel in closer so that there was barely any spaceleft between them and Cel was practically sat in Azu’s lap. “I think I can manage that.”

#starr65748 #rqg #rusty quill gaming #Azu rqg #Celiquillithon Sidebottom #Cel Sidebottom #Love Potion #I hope you like it!#alcohol cw ///

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maddenedsanctity · 4 years

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star-struck students (sylvain x f!reader II.)

✦ wowow This took long, sorry anon! Here you go - I hope you enjoy Sylvain opening up to you about his romantic ideals.

✦ (currently writing other requests! ;0)

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One would think that, after that past encounter with the well-known flatterer known as Sylvain Jose Gautier, he’d decide that the nervous, awkward and panicked soulmate wasn’t his choice of girl, and that he’d go on and find other ladies to scout in the monastery - in spite of, apparently, ending up together in the future.

He could have time to enjoy the luxuries of promiscuity and Y/N could focus on not thinking about Sylvain.

But it seemed that the ginger wished to suprise the woman once more, not only with the gift of giving her his undivided attention, but persevering and latching onto her side even when Y/N had clearly stated he wanted no business with him. Multiple times.

Multiple Times.

And so was the situation - the now inseparable two; an exhausted Y/N and a hopeful Sylvain, strolling around Garreg Mach monastery together every single night.

“Hey, soulmate.”

A low, silky voice was heard behind the studying woman, whose moment of relaxation turned into sheer stress the moment she recognized the voice, the rhythmic, prideful steps, and the crimson eyes that now drilled into her own gaze. But something was off, she noticed. It wasn’t the first night it happened, either.

His scent.

Often, Sylvain would be accompanied by the fragrance of a feminine perfume - each night, a different one - crystalline proof of his philanderous activities...Yet that custom seemed to vanish the moment the man found out his alleged one’s promised. Y/N, why would you notice such a small fact? Perhaps...His tenacity was growing on you?

At the thought of this, Y/N shook her head, slamming the book as a reflex when she looked at the waiting man in front of her. Her chest puffed up, a façade she would put on whenever he was to show up, she found out. (Which was every night, at this point.)

“Sylvain.”

She spoke, as a way of greeting, while quickly standing up from the chair of the library. With Gautier already here, it was best to simply stash the book away - not before doggy-earing the page - , it was hard to concentrate on a book after being hit with flirtatious sentences constantly, after all. Y/N smiled. It was hard not to appreciate his words. With every passing nightly talk and stroll, his compliments became more personal, touching. In a sense, it felt like

they were just for her.

But were they?

Y/N sighed as she pressed the book into the shelf firmly, the object smoothly sliding into place before colliding against the wooden back of the furniture. She turned back to her soulmate, looking at her with a small smile, leaning on his hand innocently.

She knew the routine already. He’d follow her outside the library, suggest a walk around the monastery, and they’d stay up past midnight, chatting away, bonding. As much as Y/N denied it, she enjoyed the moments where he could see the true Sylvain, flaws and all. Romantic, yet true. Y/N chuckled at her idealized imagination.

“A walk, then?” She turned to him abruptly, which made him sit up straight in a flash before nodding. He seemed excited, almost. Akin to a puppy with a new toy.

And so, the cycle of a slow, budding romance repeated.

Y/N could not read the letters written in front of her. Her mind kept drifting off to the endless cycle of connection with the ginger man that seemed to be late tonight. It gave her time for her mind to wander off - they always walked at night, yet, a cup of tea was never discussed in this odd contract they held.

All these innuendos seemed to be thrown so very easily women’s way, only to be met with a side glance and a giggle. No girl had ever responded to his amorous attempts. What would happen, were Y/N to respond? Time to break the cycle, she thought.

And, as if on cue, the door opened, and the same airy steps filled the silence of the room. Y/N held a smile back at her mischievous plan. Something was bound to happen, for sure.

He grabbed the chair in front of her, plopping down pridefully as he leaned forward, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Y/N’s heart, as he did every night they met in their little rendezvous.

“Tell me, my dear Y/N. What time must you be back in heaven?”

And- wow. It certainly was smooth, alright. He was at least more experienced than her. (which was not hard.) She repressed the furious crimson that was about to spread through the bridge of her nose, and assumed the same stance she always showed to the man.

Grabbing her book without a word, she headed to a bookshelf next to them. Sylvain almost wondered if he did something distasteful before she spoke.

“Midnight is the latest I’ll stay. How about we have some tea meanwhile, soulmate?”

And albeit her tone was undoubtedly shaky, he appreciated the sentiment, and his pale cheeks showed a slight tint of a peachy pink - rare, in a casanova like he was. “Let us waste no time, then!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone - they were in the library, after all - all while Y/N exhaled shakily, facing the shelf still.

The cycle had been broken.

“You have some odd friends, Sylvain!” Y/N said between giggles, all while holding the teacup tightly as she suppressed the will to cry out laughing.

Mainly, because the monastery was asleep. Sylvain and Y/N seemed to be the only ones awake at this time. That grumpy blue haired boy could be training, perhaps. It didn’t matter to any of the ones present in the gardens anyway.

“Well, yeah. We were a weird bunch, eh? Ha.” Sylvain was much more civilized, his laughter seemed not to erupt as loudly as his soulmates, but he had a colossal smirk on his face as he looked up, scheming something. His expression reminded Y/N of a certain archer.

“What are you planning, now?” Y/N teased, unaware of his intentions, and took a sip of her chamomile tea, sighing as her breathing evened out from the past laughter. “You better not wreak havoc this late. The professor would surely kill us if we’re caught.”

Sylvain gave to her banter no answer, and he stood up abruptly and looked at Y/N, his gaze seemed to hold a fiery determination to it - unusual, she thought. The proximity of their visages made the woman blush a crimson red as she sipped on her tea, an excuse to averting his gaze.

“You know...I never really have witnessed the star terrace at night.” And she choked on her tea.

“Surely you’re joking.”

Sylvain was about to protest.

“Even if- okay, even if you weren’t joking, I would never do such a thing. What if the ARCHBISHOP sees us?!”

You would not indulge in such a crazy delirium.

You indulged in his crazy delirium. And it only took a puppy-eyed Sylvain. It was surreal.

Slithering through the hallways of the monastery, the third floor seemed to be closer, and closer.

“I can’t believe we made it without getting caught.”

Sylvain spoke out first between gasps, but his puffed chest and gaping mouth left it quite clear that he was proud of his accomplishment. Y/N was glad, too, but she didn’t seem so eager of trespassing such a sacred place.

But, when she got a good look at the place, she understood why he wanted to be here so acutely. The moon glistened over the two pristine ponds next to them, they gave out an eery glow, and it gave the balcony an otherworldly feel to it - holy, even.

“Ah, Sylvain. Did you ever notice there was a crest drawn here?” Y/N pointed at the ground in awe, an unknown symbol was drawn underneath them. “This place is wonderful.”

Something in that sentence seemed to trigger his thoughts.

Sylvain didn’t seem to share her excitement over the crest. He frowned and chuckled sardonically, stepping out of the circle, towards the obelisk, but facing the woman, nevertheless.

“The source of all my fears is my crest, Y/N. I get angry every time I see one. So it’s more like I don’t want to notice.” He muttered lowly, his left arm clutching his right one as a sign of self-uncertainty.

“Do you know why I’ve pestered you so much, Y/N?”

She looked up at him, confused and weary, as she neared in. She gave no answer, but the red-haired man answered for himself.

“Look- I hate commitment. It might be because I’m just too scared of being used because of my crest, or because I just can’t stick to someone in particular but- I-” He groaned, pressing his back against the obelisk and sliding down slowly. It cast a shadow on his figure, an empty vessel of his once confident mask.

Sylvain was unraveling in front of her.

“My mind switched the moment I met you, is what I mean. And I want to do things right. I know you might think of me as a ladies man and whatever, but honestly? They just want me for my crest, and I just want them for a one-night-stand. And I can’t handle it when girls get attached to me. But you- I don’t want you just for your body, you know?”

Y/N sat down next to him, looking up. She enjoyed the closure she was getting, the true colors of the paramour of Garreg Mach.

“You’re my soulmate. These stupid words in my forearm say so. And I want to believe it. These walks I take with you every night - They might have been the best thing I’ve had in a long time, Y/N, seriously. So I want it to stay that way.”

Y/N smiled. So this was Sylvain Jose Gautier - a romantic man, she thought.

“If it makes you feel better, Sylvain...” Y/N leaned into his shoulder, chuckling. “I didn’t even remember you had a crest.”

He smiled. “It’d be better if you kept thinking that.”

And then, after simultaneously chuckling, they fell in a comfortable silence.

Ages seemed to pass as they looked up into the stars, the mere sounds of nature being their melody in the requiem of that fated night. It was almost ideal.

They even ignored the metallic steps of a guard in their late night scouting duty.

“What are you kids doing here?”

Oh, no.

“Looks like we’ll be seeing eachother in cleaning duty everyday, Y/N.”

Y/N whined. “Not the time for jokes, Sylvain...!”

#feth #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem: 3 houses #fe3h #sylvain #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain x reader #sylvain jose gautier x reader #FE16 #FE:TH #fe:3h #fanfic #soulmate au #i love sylvain

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megaguardain · 4 years

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Name: Harold ‘Hal’ Jordan

Nickname/Alias’: Green Lantern, Parallax, Spectre

Species: Human (formerly), Ghost (formerly)

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Eye Color: Brown, White (when GL)

Hair Color: Brown (formerly), Brown with grey streaks in temples (currently)

Height: 5’ 6” (1950s), 5’ 11” (currently)

Weight: 180 lbs

Gender: Male

Orientation: Heterosexual

Birthday: February 20th, 1937

Timeline

1937- Hal Jordan is born to Martin and Jessica Jordan

1955- Hal Jordan joins the US Air Force

1959- Abin Sur, attempting to figure the Blackest Night prophecy, takes Atrocitus to Earth. Atrocitus fatally injures Abin on entry and they crash. A dying Abin sends out his ring to find a replacement. It chooses Hal Jordan. First public sighting of Green Lantern II

1960- Hal Jordan teams up with other heroes in stopping the Appellaxians from invading Earth. He forms the Justice League with the other heroes.

1961- Hal Jordan discovers Thaal Sinestro, his mentor, abusing his status and power as a Green Lantern to rule as a dictator over his sector, in particular his homeworld of Korugar. He is able to bring Sinestro to justice before the Guardians.

1962- Hal Jordan battles Star Sapphire, who is Carol Ferris possessed by a Star Sapphire Gem.

1968- Hal Jordan discovers Guy Gardner, the other potential replacement for Abin Sur, and the two become fast friends.

1971- Hal Jordan meets John Stewart, his new backup after Guy is injured while rescuing one of his students.

1979- Hal Jordan discovers Guy Gardner is alive in the Phantom Zone, and rescues him with Superman. Guy Gardner is rendered comatose after being rescued.

1981- Hal Jordan meets Arisia Rrab. They develop a big brother/little sister dynamic.

1983- Hal Jordan travels with Oliver Queen across America.

1984- Hal Jordan quits the Green Lantern Corps, choosing Carol Ferris over the Corps.

1985- Hal Jordan is recruited back into the Corps after the Crisis.

1993- Returning from a mission in space, Hal Jordan finds Coast City has been destroyed.

1994- Hal Jordan is chastized by the Guardians of the Universe to attempting to revive Coast City. He goes mad with grief and slaughters his way to Oa. Hal Jordan kills Kilowag and Sinestro before absorbing the Central Power Battery. Hal Jordan dubs himself Parallax before leaving the ruined Oa. The Zero Hour Arrives. First public sighting of Parallax.

1996- Hal Jordan heals John Stewart’s paralysis. Hal Jordan gives his life to reignite the Sun.

1999- The Spectre bonds with the soul of Hal Jordan with the pretense of it being a punishment. Hal Jordan’s old friend, Tom Kalmaku, helps rebuild Oa.

2004- Kyle Rayner discovers Hal was influenced by the Emotional Entity known as Parallax, a being of Fear. He, Jon and Guy purge Parallax from Hal’s soul and he separates from the Spectre, passing into the afterlife.

2010- The Blackest Night falls from the sky.

Powers and Abilities

Aviation: Hal Jordan is a natural and highly skilled pilot, able to fly a wide variety of planes and jets due to his job as a test pilot for Ferris Air.

Amateur Martial Artist: Hal was trained in martial arts during his days in the Justice League. Though he isn’t particularly skilled, he can defend himself without using his ring.

Indomitable Will: Hal is incredibly willful, which made him a candidate to be a Green Lantern. He is highly resistant to mind manipulation and control, though he isn’t completely immune.

Equipment

Spectre Enchantment (formerly): Hal was once possessed by the Spectre, God’s Vengeance. This gave Hal powerful abilities to strike vengeance on sinners. Although, Hal attempted to turn the power into acts of Redemption on sinners.

Immortality: The Spectre makes its host immortal, they cannot be killed by conventional means. Even most technology and magic cannot kill them.

Nigh-Omnipotence: The Spectre is one of the most powerful beings in the Universe. It has seemingly limitless power.

Reality Alteration: The Spectre can change reality itself on a whim, enabling it to punish people appropriately.

Nigh-Omniscience: The Spectre is always aware of what is transpiring in the Universe, enabling it to know if it is needed.

Divine Law: The Spectre is bound by the Laws set by God and Heaven. The Spectre is bound and limited by God if it needs to be. This can also extend to those who carry God’s Word.

Weakness to the Spear of Destiny: The Spectre is weak to the Spear of Destiny, due to it being used to kill Jesus, God’s Forgiveness.

Green Lantern Ring (Pre-Ion) (formerly): The User has the ability to overcome great fear. This has earned them a Green Lantern Ring:

Green Energy Constructs: Users of a Green Lantern Ring can create energy constructs by willing them into existence. The User’s constructs are influenced by the User’s personality and mental state, an artistic User will have more stylized constructs while a soldier would have more militaristic constructs. Constructs are limited by the willpower and imagination of the User. Constructs can be manipulated to allow certain people or objects to pass through them, become transparent or opaque, or radiate certain wavelengths like Kryptonite.

Kryptonite Generation: Green Lanterns can have their constructs generate Kryptonite if they know the proper wavelength.

Force Field Generation: A Green Lantern Ring can generate a force field around the User to protect them from harmful environments.

Energy Blasts: A Green Lantern Ring can fire blasts of energy. The energy are typically lasers or plasma in nature. The Energy blasts can be attuned to different wavelengths.

Phasing: A User can phasing through objects they normally cannot pass through, this takes considerable effort and energy from the Ring’s battery.

Universal Translator: Green Lantern Rings will automatically translate spoken word into language the User can understand and translate the words of the User.

Energy Absorption: The Green Lantern Ring can absorb a variety of energies; from technological, magical and alien.

Scanning/Playback: The Green Lantern Ring can scan the environment in a variety of ways and playback recent events as energy constructs.

Wormhole Generation: The Green Lantern Ring can allow the User to enter hyperspace to travel great distances in little time, this takes concentration to maintain the wormhole and emerge unscathed. If multiple Users use the same wormhole it becomes easier to maintain.

Limited Cellular Regeneration: The Green Lantern Ring will automatically attempt to heal it’s User if they are damaged. However, it can only do so much.

Pocket Dimension: Green Lanterns can access a pocket dimension inside their rings to store items. Living beings cannot be stored here.

Yellow Impurity: Users of this Green Lantern Ring cannot affect the color yellow, save for dire circumstances where their will is strong enough.

Recharge Protocol: A requirement of this Green Lantern Ring is charging it every planetary rotation. On Earth, this means charging it once every 24 hours.

Earth-96 Story

Hal Jordan. He is considered by most to be THE Green Lantern. Mostly because whenever there’s a new Green Lantern thing, it’s more than likely Hal taking the lead role. Granted, it’s not farfetched. Hal is the one who introduced us to the Green Lantern Corps, he is the one who helped founded the Justice League with Flash, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman and Black Canary (and maybe Batman and Superman too. Retcons are weird).

In MY OPINION, Hal is kinda oversaturated. And too cocky nowadays. At least for a main character. I will admit, him descending into madness and becoming a supervillain was a nice change of pace. Better than completely killing him off for a year and then reviving him. This is what I want to focus on for Earth-96.

Rather than having the blame shifted from Hal because of a retcon saying Parallax possessed (which doesn’t really make sense if you think about it), Hal is definitely the one who came up with and attempted the Zero Hour. Now, this doesn’t mean he can’t have a redemption arc, that’s kinda what Final Night and him bonding with the Spectre was for.

Now, you may be wondering, ‘why do you think Parallax possessing Hal doesn’t make sense?’ The reason I think that is because it’s not consistent with how we’ve seen the Emotional Entities use hosts. Yes, Parallax has possessed Kyle during the Sinestro Corps War and Ganthet in Green Lantern: Rebirth, but Sinestro was Parallax’s host for a time and still could control his actions. Why can’t Hal? It makes more sense if Parallax simply influenced Hal, whispered in his ear about what to do and how do things. Like remaking the Universe?

Parallax would remain bound to Hal even in death, having latched onto his very soul. This would forbid Hal from entering any afterlife, he would be stuck in Limbo until he is needed to be the Spectre’s new host. This would allow him for a redemption arc as the Spectre would attempt to purge Parallax from Hal’s soul. After Parallax is sealed back in the Green Lantern Central Power Battery on Oa, the Spectre’s job is done and he leaves. Hal would get a moment to say good-bye to his friends and loved ones before going to the afterlife, due to my ‘Characters Stay Dead, Mostly’ rule.

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franceslittlenightmare · 4 years

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S T A I R W A Y T O H E A V E N.

: — ;Solo # 4 — ; Mid October Two Thousand Ninteen — ;Trigger warning: Mentions of an Eating Disorder — ; Song: Stairway To Heaven By Led Zepplin

— ; Admin Notes: This is Elsa’s current state. After our Royal Pains hiatus I figured we all needed starting points and explanations for our character’s absence. So, Elsa went to treatment for her ED from September to early November. She’s finally returned and basically is trying to get her life back on track. Her personality is still very much the same.

❝There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway to heaven There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving Ooh, it makes me wonder.❞ Elsa Grimaldi drew in a deep breath of air, pausing for a moment before exhaling. It had only been an hour since she was checked in but time was dragging by. Each excruciating minute after the next burned her up inside. It felt like a fire was raging itself through her body, destroying whatever stood in its path. Since arriving at the Eating Disorders clinic Elsa couldn't help but to notice how everyone kept acting like she was at some world star resort. All of the employees hid the depressing atmosphere with painted on smiles and matching lilac colored outfits, as if they weren't here to watch people literally kill themselves. At the Estate her absence was announced as a "retreat" which pissed the girl off even more. While her self confidence was low and she hated what she saw in the mirror, Elsa was never embarrassed of her Anorexia. It was very much part of herself, ingrained in every essence of her being. So, sugar coating the fact that she was dying infuriated the girl. The disease was a long time best friend, a trait in her personality, she was protective over the thing that had been destroying her body for the last five years. The first weigh in however, was absolutely modifying. As the petite princess entered the sterile white doctors office the smell of alcohol and bleach invaded her senses. The faint smell of the lavender plant in the window made her laugh internally, as if they could cover up the smell of sickness. As the girl was instructed to drop her white robe by a man with a friendly smile she couldn't help but to internally panic. It was something Elsa Grimaldi would never admit but, she was filled with an overwhelming anxiety about stripping off in front of anyone. Outwardly she gave off a confident, almost cocky, persona. But, that was a front, on the inside she was about as small and as fragile as one could be. The only man who had ever seen her fully naked was her ex, Ashton Deutch, and that took a lot of courage. So, the girl could feel the tears that began to prick at her white chocolate orbs. She slowly untied the wrap that held the robe to her small frame. Then, she dropped the piece of clothing. Why did it have to be a man? "Alright Ms.Grimaldi, go ahead and step up onto that scale right there. Once it beeps just hop off, put the robe on and head over to room 203." The man spoke kindly but rather monotone as he went through the motions, staring down at his clipboard. Elsa couldn't look back at him though, she was frozen in fear. This was exactly what she was afraid of, standing on the scale stark naked as she confronted exactly what she was terrified of, herself. Tears begun to fall over her hollowed cheeks as she stood there, staring down at the sleek glass scale, listening to it taunt her. "Is everything alright? I can get a female nurse over here if that's what would make you comfortable-" the man continued, interrupted by the soft voice of Elsa, a contrast to her usual direct tone. “No, I- I’m fine. Just, um.. just one moment please.” She trailed off, her arms wrapped around the thin frame of skin and bones that held her up and barley kept her heart beating. The French girl drew in another deep breath, trying to find the courage to step on the scale. Getting on it meant starting recovery. It meant acknowledging that she was sick. It meant coming to terms with the fact that she was dying. Getting on that scale meant so many things Elsa was afraid to come face. “I promise everything is going to be alright.” The voice spoke out again, softer than before. Elsa nodded once, long locks of chocolate colored hair falling in front of her face as she glanced down to watch her step. Slowly, she stood on the scale, her eyes shutting as she willed her mind to take her away from this current moment. After a few unbearable seconds the man thanked her and handed Elsa back her robe. The initial evaluation wasn’t good, she knew that. Prior to the weigh-in her vitals were also checked and various other minor things. She knew the results were bad just from looking at his expression. Quickly, she dressed again and dipped out of the room to find where she would be staying for the next to weeks before the male nurse could say anything further. After settling into her room, or more like pacing around, Elsa was summoned to a house meeting to hear the rules. Then, it was dinner time. She dreaded it, absolutely despised meal times with every single fiber of her being. Elsa Grimaldi had an addictive personality. When it came to liquor, shopping, men see it once and she was hooked. As a small child Elsa remembered the first Audrey Hepburn movie she watched, then rewatched twenty six times that month- Roman Holiday. It was a movie about a young princess who yearns to experience a normal life and ends up escaping and finding love in an ordinary man. Something about that movie called out to her. Her addictive personality only grew more intense with age. She continued to latch onto and devour the same obsessions. That is until she came face to face with her eating disorder. Food became her newest addiction, the rush and control she felt. But, as the years went on her eating disorder began to control her and run Elsa’s life. So, as she sat in the chair, petite frame rigid and small as she stared down at the plate of food. It started with something small for her first day, tomato soup. Every patient had a specialized meal plan along with their overall treatment plan. Tomato soup was a staple in her diet back in France. So, while the familiarity was comforting it only annoyed the girl more. Slowly, she lifted her spoon, dipping it into the vivid red liquid as she began to stir absentmindedly. The Parisian woman noted how the liquid reminded her of blood, undeniably so. “Elsa-“ The voice broke her out of the trance she was in. “A bite, just one.” The voice repeated, an older female counselor. “I promise you, the road to recovery starts with one bite. I know it’s incredibly difficult, but remember why you’re here, your baby boy.” The girl hated that, she despised it. They used her son as leverage. But, she couldn’t quite be mad. Using the baby as a way to save her life wasn’t exactly criminal. Elsa promised the infant, or promised herself, that she was going to be around to watch Grayson grow up. She would be the mother she never had and unconditionally and fiercely protect the child she had carried and loved for nine months. It wasn’t like the Parisian girl to grow attached to another person. Her deepest longest bonds had been with her brother, her own father and the father of her child. They were all complex, one of those relationships being deemed as toxic by her therapist. Another body she had developed recently was with a man of authority, an Italian man she had no businesses even talking to. Yet, all of her dynamics with men were complicated and took a toll on the girl. So, she wanted to get it right with Grayson, her child. With a deep heaving sigh Elsa lifted up her spoon. Her hand shook slightly as she held the utensil up to her plumped lips. With big Bambi like eyes she glanced up at the personal therapist on her case, the friendly woman giving her a reassuring smile as she nodded once. Carefully, she inched the spoon closer to her mouth, quickly slipping on the red liquid and then pulling the spoon back once more. “Good, that’s good Elsa. Progress is important. Yesterday you were almost in Kidney failure. Today, you’re out of bed and participating. I’m proud of you-“ the woman chided with a friendly smile, gently patting Elsa’s frail shoulder as she stood up to fetch the woman a glass of water and her medicine for the meal; antidepressants and vitamins. As Elsa processed everything she caught her reflection in the spoon. Her wide eyed staring back at her, empty and scared. She didn’t realize what she looked like. She was no longer the fiery woman who hid behind insults, attitude and an ice wall. Her defenses had been stripped down and she was Elsa, that little vulnerable French girl. For the second time that day her eyes began to well up with tears. Silently, she let them fall, holding the spoon as she watched tears adorn her cheeks. She truly saw herself, the person she used to recognize. This was the start of something, Elsa thought to herself. a faint smile dancing across her tired features as she dipped the spoon back into the soup, taking another cautious bite as she began to eat.

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mackymacg-blog · 7 years

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Why breastfeeding? I’ll tell you why!

There are so many thoughts that go through your mind when you find out you’re pregnant because you’re going to have so many decisions to make in the upcoming months. One of the hardest and most important decisions will be whether to breast or bottle feed your new screaming bundle of joy!

I have 6 sons; 3 I bottle fed, 3 I breast fed.

I was very young when I gave birth to my first son (I was 16) and I had no idea how to take care of a baby. I attempted to breastfeed but I had no idea how to assist my baby in latching on. Honestly, I think the real problem was that I myself was still a child- therefore my breasts were not fully developed. When my breasts engorged that was the last straw- I gave up! I guess you could say breastfeeding was utterly unsuccessful. Breastfeeding wasn’t as familiar as it is now, so there weren't as many resources as there are now. Plus there was no one to encourage me to do it. I never even attempted to nurse my next two sons. I just figured it wasn’t for me.

When I became fruitful with my fourth child (my baby girl in heaven), I wanted to attempt breastfeeding. It had become way more attractive and seemed like it would be the best way to bond with my little girl. When I missed my daughter at 27 weeks gestation, I felt as though all hope was lost.

When I became pregnant with my rainbow baby (I guess he’d actually be my 5th child) 2 months later, I knew I would do everything I could to fulfill my need to breastfeed him or her. I did all the research and felt totally prepared!

When the nurse handed me my son shortly after he was born- I held him to my breast, and he latched on immediately! Oh what a relief! If I didn’t know any better I’d think he’d done this breastfeeding thing before! My heart was filled with such joy! After the loss of a child you tend to look at everything in your life so differently! You take joy in all the things you used to take for granted.

Fortunately for me nursing has been easy with my two subsequent babies; I nursed Mikael for 17 months, Nickolas for 9 months, and I am still currently nursing my 15 month old Caleb. I must note that after my 5th (but 6th child) son I did go out and get some new boobs- so my last baby was able to nurse from my “new and “improved” milk jugs!

Outside of the emotional benefits for you, breastfeeding has a ton of health benefits for baby as well; I found this information courtesy of medlineplus.org:

Benefits of Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding is an excellent way to bond with your small one. Here are some of the several other benefits of breastfeeding:

Breast milk generally has all the nutrients babies need to expand and develop. Breast milk has antibodies that can support prevent your baby from getting sick. Breastfeeding can assist prevent health problems in your baby, such as allergies, eczema, ear infections, and stomach difficulties. Breastfed babies are small likely to be hospitalized with breathing infections. Breastfed babies are less inclined to become obese or have diabetes. Breastfeeding may support prevent sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS). Mothers who breastfeed gain it easier to lose weight after pregnancy. Breastfeeding may benefit lower the risk of breast and ovarian cancers, diabetes, and certain other diseases in mothers. Breastfeeding is further more convenient. You can breastfeed almost anyplace and anytime your baby is hungry. You do not need to do formula before feeding, worry about pure water, or carry it with you while you go out or travel. Plus you save money on formula, which can cost $1,000 or more a year! (Father’s note: Have you ever read some of the ingredients in formula nowadays??? “Crypthecodinium cohanim oil”? What the heck is that??? If I can’t pronounce it, my baby can’t eat it!) Breastfeeding is the natural, healthy choice for mom and baby.

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#Breastfeeding #Why breastfeeding #baby care #benefits of breastfeeding #pros of breastfeeding

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such-a-common-girl · 7 years

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Thunderstorms and Log Cabins (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Word Count: 3,202

Carl Grimes x Reader

Request: Can you do one where the reader and Carl are out on a run together and they're best friends. But the reader risks her life to save Carl and it causes a big fight between them, which ends up making them get stuck in a huge thunderstorm and they have to stay inside this cabin they found. Carl admits the reason he was so mad is because he couldn't live without her and he loves her. And the rest is smut?

Warnings: Violence/graphic descriptions of killing walkers, mentions of death, language, slight angst, awkward teenageness, fluff, virginity loss, smut (unprotected. please do not do this in real life.)

“Take that, you asshole.” You mutter as you stab the walker in the side of its forehead, watching it fall lifelessly to the ground. You bend over and pull the knife out of its head, immediately turning your body so you can kill the other walker that’s currently trying to attack you.

Yeah, the run that you’re on today isn’t going as planned.

“There’s still about a dozen more outside this door, Y/N, we don’t stand a chance. We’re going to have to escape somehow.” Carl yells over at you, using his own knife to get the walker that is in front of him.

“We got this.” You yell back, trying to feign enthusiasm. You’re not going to die, not today. “The door will hold.”

When Rick and Michonne had asked you and Carl to accompany them on the run today, you two were shocked, needless to say. Since you’re both only teenagers, Rick rarely allows you to go on runs, despite you and Carl both being mature and skilled enough to fight off walkers like everyone else. Rick had said that this was a “test run,” to see if the both of you are able to join the group on more.

It had started out with all of you in the same place, but as you found less and less supplies, Rick wanted to split up. He had sent you and Carl down a few blocks to the next grocery store while he stayed back with Michonne to check out the nearby pharmacy. Everything was going well at first, there were no walkers, and somehow the market had a ton of useful supplies left. You thought you had found heaven.

That was, until, Carl accidentally set off one of the damn alarms. The ringing was loud enough to attract walkers for miles, and not surprisingly, it did. Some had managed to get inside of the store before you locked the main door shut, but because of that, there was no way out beside the windows.

“We can’t stay in here,” Carl tells you as he finishes off the last walker, the knife sliding out of its skull as he shoves it to the ground. “They won’t leave as long as they see us in here.”

“The windows.” You point to the large, dirty windows that are in the back of the small store you’re in. “From the looks of it, it’s clear. We could go, just make a run for it. But if Rick and Michonne come and see we’re gone…”

“We don’t have another choice.” Carl shakes his head. “Let’s go.”

One of the reasons that you and Carl make such a great team is because of how well you bond together. Ever since you two had been introduced back at the farm, you two had clicked instantly. You did everything together, and over the years, you definitely come to consider him your best friend. Not that you really had much of an option before you came to Alexandria, but still. No one can replace Carl, not to you.

You follow Carl over to the windows, watching as he flips the latch up and slides the panel open. The walkers hear this and start making their way to the back of the store, a sign that you two need to hurry the fuck up.

Carl, being the gentleman that he is, makes sure that you go out first. You put your foot on the ledge as you swing your body over the paneling, jumping down onto the ground below you. You make an ‘oof’ sound as your feet hit the ground before standing up and straightening yourself out. Looking over to your left, you can see the walkers getting closer, and Carl is still not over the paneling yet.

“Fuck, Carl, hurry!” You plead, even though you know it’s not going to make a difference.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m trying!” He rolls his eyes, but you can see that panic is starting to settle in. Just as he’s about to jump down onto the ground, one of the walkers reaches the windows, pulling on Carl’s legs. His eyes go wide as he tries to shake it off, but between the motions of that and the walker pulling, Carl falls to the ground.

Instinctively, you run over to Carl, basically doing a football tackle motion to the walker as you dive onto it, getting it off of him. This, unfortunately, puts you in a bad position, as instead of giving you the advantage of being on top of the walker like you had hoped, it is now hovering over your body, its mouth open and ready to attack.

You use all your strength possible to push it off of you, but it’s not enough. Just as the weight and drive in this walker becoming overbearing, Carl plunges his knife into its head, allowing you to get up and escape from your near death.

“Let’s go.” Carl grabs your hand, forcing you to run with him in the opposite direction.

You two run as fast and as long as possible until you’re both sure that you’ve escaped the walkers. While this is a tremendously good thing, now you are both hopelessly lost in the middle of the forest. Not only that, but the sky is only growing darker by the minute, and you can tell that it’s going to start down pouring at any second now. Fantastic.

“We,” You start out, taking a gasp as you struggle to breathe from the intense running. “Made it.”

“Barely.” Carl scoffs, his own breath heavy. “What the hell was that back there? You almost killed yourself!”

“I was saving your life!” You glare at him. “What else was I supposed to do? Let you die? Because I’m sorry, but I will not ever do that. If there’s even the slightest chance I can save your life, I will.”

“I could’ve handled it.” Carl shakes his head.

“No, Carl, you couldn’t have. Sorry if I’m hurting your big ego, but you would’ve died if I didn’t help you back there. Be at least a little thankful.” You roll your eyes.

You know you’re being a little harsh, but it annoys you to no end that Carl is acting this way. Over the years, you two have gotten into plenty of arguments (cons of being best friends who are around each other constantly), so you’re not afraid to say what you think anymore around him. If you think he’s wrong, you’re certainly not afraid to call him out on it, and vice versa. Only this time, the both of you think you’re right.

“And you would’ve died if I didn’t help you.” Carl snaps. “Next time, just let me handle things.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying sometimes.” You huff out. You hear a clap of thunder in the distance, a few raindrops following that sound. It all happens so quickly, and before you know it, it’s raining on the both of you. Hard.

“We can finish this fight later, we need to find shelter!” Carl calls out to you over the loud rain, lightning flashing in the distance.

“’We can finish this fight later’… Ridiculous.” You mumble under your breath, knowing he won’t hear you.

You and Carl run around for a good while in an attempt to find something that will provide shelter that isn’t a tree. After some time, and some praying that you won’t get hit by lightning, you two stumble across a small log cabin, tucked away in the trees. Neither of you wastes any time running inside, grateful to be some place dry.

The cabin has obviously been ransacked through, and there was for sure no more food or anything left, but it’ll work while you’re waiting for the storm to pass. There was still a couch and a bed, as well as plenty of blankets and pillows.

“I’m fucking freezing.” You shiver as you kick off your wet boots, setting them by the door. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take these clothes off.”

“You’re what?” Carl’s eyes widen at your words.

“We’re both going to get hypothermia if we don’t take off our wet clothes. It’s cold. Don’t worry, there are blankets. We can still cover up while we wait for our clothes to dry.” You offer. You and Carl have never really seen each other in that state of undress before, so for you two to be practically naked in front of each other is slightly awkward.

“I-I guess you’re right.” Carl stutters, his cheeks becoming flushed.

You begin to peel off your shirt, but when you realize that he’s still staring at you, you give him a look. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to turn around.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” He apologizes, shuffling his body and turning around to start beginning to undress.

You strip off all your clothing, starting with your shirt and ending with your underwear. As you turn your body to the side in an attempt to grab a blanket off the couch, Carl does at the same time, leaving you both very exposed in front of each other.

“Oh my god,” You blush, grabbing the blanket and covering yourself up quickly. Carl stood there, frozen for a moment, until you chucked a blanket at him.

“Jesus, Carl, don’t just stand there.” You say, watching as Carl blushes and wraps the blanket around him, successfully covering himself up.

“Did you see anything?” He asks you, taking a seat down on the couch.

“No, did you?” You ask him back, although your answer is a complete and total lie. You saw everything. But, to spare his further embarrassment (and yours), you decide that acting like you didn’t is the best option.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t impressed by what you saw, though.

“Nope.” He says quickly, and you can tell by the tone in his voice that he’s lying as well, but you don’t push it. This situation is already awkward; it doesn’t need to become worse. As a matter of fact, you think this is probably the most uncomfortable and embarrassing moment you’ve had with Carl yet, and considering how many you’ve had in the past, that’s a big achievement.

“So…” You trail off in attempt to clear the tension out of the room. Carl doesn’t respond, he just starts fiddling with his fingers. You two sit in silence for what feels like hours, and since you have no way to tell the time, it certainly may have been.

“Do you think Rick and Michonne are looking for us?” You’re the first to break the silence.

“Probably not. They’re probably taking shelter somewhere, too. I’m not too worried.” Carl shrugs. “Besides... I think they might be together, anyways. I’m pretty sure, at least.”

“Your dad and Michonne?” Your jaw drops. “No way!”

“I don’t know.” Carl shakes his head. “Neither of them says anything about it, but I think it's happening. Or will at some point.”

“I thought he had something for Jessie?” You ask. “Huh.”

“I thought so, too, but sometimes the way he looks at Michonne… I don’t know. I probably won’t know. My dad doesn’t talk to me about those kinds of things.”

“Yeah, I get it.” You nod.

“So…” Carl trails off. “Sorry for blowing up at you earlier. I was just freaked out, you almost died because of me, and you’re my best friend, Y/N. I couldn’t live without you. If you died…”

“I get it.” You say quickly. “Don’t need to explain yourself. I mean, it was frustrating that you didn’t even thank me and all you did was yell, but I understand.”

“I just… If you died, I don’t know. I’d be a mess.” Carl admits. “I’ve lost so many people, I can’t lose you, too.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You smile at Carl, putting your hand on his blanket-clad shoulder. “I’ll always be here.”

“I love you.” Carl blurts out, making you do a double take.

Did he just say that he loves you? By the sincere (and slightly panicked) look on his face, you know that he did that say that, and he meant it. Your heart starts to beat a little faster, a smile forming on your lips. Never did you ever think that they day would come when Carl Grimes confessed his love for you.

“What?” You know what he said, but damn do you want to hear that again.

“I love you.” Carl sighs. “When I thought you were going to die today, Y/N, something just clicked. This switch went off in my mind like it was screaming at me how much I’m in love with you, and that you were about to die right in front of me. That’s why I acted like that. I’m sorry.”

“That’s… Wow.” You gulp. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“I’m a fucking idiot, can we just forget I said th-“

You cut him off by crawling over closer to him (effectively losing your blanket covering at the same time) and pressing your lips up against his. He takes a moment to kiss you back, presumably shocked by the situation, but once he does, oh boy he does.

It’s a little clumsy, and your lips aren’t perfectly in sync, but it’s perfect to you. You’re kissing Carl, not something you’d ever really thought would happen, but now that it is, you can’t imagine ever stopping. His lips feel like heaven against yours, like they were made for this exact moment.

His hands travel up your bare sides, pulling you in closer to him, losing his blanket now as well. You can feel his hardening length pressing up against you, making you giggle.

“Ah shit, is this really happening, or is this just another one of my dreams?” Carl pulls away from you, a smirk plastered on his face.

You pinch his arm loosely, grinning yourself. “It’s the real deal.”

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Carl mumbles as he places his lips on your neck, making you moan softly. “I can’t imagine doing this with anybody else.”

“Me either.” You admit. “You’ll be my first, you know.”

“Me, too.” Carl begins to suck lightly on your neck, and your hands find their way into his hair, pulling it lightly. You begin to grind your clit against his length, the slickness only adding to both of your pleasures.

Carl suddenly pins you down underneath him, bringing his right hand down and entering a finger inside of you. You moan out at the feeling, rolling your hips around it. He stays at a steady pace, pressing kisses all along your body. He’s making you feel so beautiful, so loved, so worshiped, and you couldn’t feel any more confident about the decision you’re both making.

“I don’t have a condom.” Carl looks up at you, pulling his finger out of you. “I can pull out, but if you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You reach over and pump his length a few times, watching as his head falls back in pleasure just from a simple gesture.

He grabs onto his member, placing it at your entrance before slowly sliding it in. An unfamiliar burning sensation hits you, not too painful, but enough for it to be noticeable. Carl notices your slight wince and stops pushing in, looking down at you in concern.

“No, keep going.” You give him the go-ahead. “It’ll get better.”

“You sure?”

“A hundred percent.” You grin, and he places his hands on the couch cushions on either side of your shoulder as he continues to slide in. You wrap your legs around his hips tighter, pulling him into you a bit further, showing him that he doesn’t have to treat you so lightly. Carl begins to thrust into you faster and harder, both of your moans filling the room. The pain that was once there has subdued and all you can feel is a pleasure so great, you didn’t even know it existed.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Carl groans out. “This feels so good, you feel so good, fuck.”

“Fuck,” You breathe out, not able to coherently form any other word. Your finger dig into Carl’s back, knowing that it will leave marks, but also not caring at this point. You two will have enough visible hickeys at this point for you to care anymore.

“Fuuuuck, oh my god, Carl,” Your orgasm hits you, your walls clenching around him.

“Shit shit shit, I’m going to cum, where?” Carl pulls out quickly, his hand pumping up and down his wet length erratically. Instead of speaking, you remove his hand from his length, wrapping your lips around it instead. You keep your mouth around the tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around it while your hand focuses on the up and down motion of his shaft.

In record time, warm cum spurts into your mouth, catching you off guard. You swallow as much as possible before releasing him from your mouth, some of the cum dripping down your chin as you pull away. As sexy as possible, you move your thumb up to wipe the cum off your face before sticking your thumb in your mouth, sucking the cum off it.

“Holy shit.” Carl breathes heavily. “Holy fucking shit.”

“That was…” You trail off.

“Amazing.” Carl finishes your sentence. “That was amazing. You- You’re amazing.”

He kisses you sweetly before collapsing onto the couch, seemingly exhausted. He pulls you into him, your ass pressed up against him as you two spoon. He grabs one of the blankets that had at some point been tossed to the floor, placing it over the top of both of you as he kisses your forehead.

“I think we might have to stay here overnight.” Carl comments. “Looks like the storm isn’t lightening up anytime soon.”

You giggle, squirming your ass up against his already hardening against dick. You can feel his smirk against your shoulder blade, which only makes you do the motion again.

“I can think of a few ways we can pass the time.”

Who would’ve thought you’d be so thankful for a thunderstorm keeping you trapped in some random, abandoned cabin?

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drades-lair · 7 years

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Lucifer’s mate

Author: Drade666

Rating: M

Warnings: Sexual content

Pairings: Lucifer x OC

Fandom: Supernatural

Heaven was all a buzz ever since the arrival of Morrigan, goddess of darkness even more so when it was known she was courting Lucifer. The goddess strode down the marbled halls in an elegant flowing violet colored dress with sleeves that hung over her shoulders in two sheer strips all accented with a golden corset, leathery wings tucked up behind her back. Morrigan walked up to a pair of large silver double doors giving them a light push so that only a crack was revealed for her to speak through.

“May I enter?” Morrigan asked, her smooth tone radiating off the chamber walls instantly drawing the attention of the archangel inside.

“Of course…you never have to ask my love,” Lucifer’s deep slightly dark tone responded from with in

Morrigan smiled lovingly as she pushed the doors open enough to enter only to close them behind her so they could have some privacy. Gracefully Morrigan strode over to Lucifer’s side where he sat on the edge of his bed with only a pair of loose cotton white pants on, wings relaxed behind him causing the feathery appendages to pool all along the mattress. Morrigan quietly sat down next to Lucifer instantly drawing the archangel’s gaze to lock with her own as a small smile crossed his features when one of her hands came to rest gently on his thigh. They’d recently sealed Amara away resulting in Lucifer taking on a hefty burden of carrying the mark that would forever be the key to her cage while Morrigan carried the power taken from Amara essentially becoming the lock however since returning Lucifer had remained locked in his room causing Morrigan concern for her future mate.

“How are you feeling?” Morrigan asked in a quiet tone, leaning forwards to nuzzle delicately at his cheek

“Some days are better than others,” Lucifer admitted, eyes closing as he leaned into Morrigan’s touch

“You should come outside for a little while…get some sunlight,” Morrigan suggested as she lightly massaged her hand along Lucifer’s thigh.

“Actually…I’m glad you came to see me…I’ve got something to show you,” Lucifer slightly stammered which to anyone else would be unusual but to Morrigan it was a clear sign Lucifer was nervous.

“What is it?” Morrigan curiously wondered

Lucifer didn’t answer simply smiled before pulling away from Morrigan to stand up, moving over to the windows where he flicked a wrist to open the shades on them. Morrigan was made breathless by the sight of the sun reflecting off of Lucifer’s giant gorgeous wings, colors ablaze more than normal as he displayed them in all their glory. Slowly the feathers began to shift through careful muscle movements to shift the colors from red to orange making them shimmer as Lucifer closed his eyes to concentrate the wings moved individually in an elegant dance that made a slight breeze causing Morrigan to smell Lucifer’s scent upon it. Morrigan suddenly realized what Lucifer was doing…he was performing a mating display for her, they’d been wanting to fully bond for a while however with everything that happened regarding Amara they’d not had the opportunity…until now that is. Morrigan patiently watched in awe as her chosen mate performed for her then she stood to join him, her own leathery appendages flaring out in reciprocation to the dance performed. Morrigan focused her energies to flush the leathery portions of her wings with blood making the colors brighter as they flared high above her head instantly making Lucifer lower his own about midway down his body yet he smiled in acceptance to his dominate mate. With the acceptance Morrigan lowered her wings while Lucifer brought his up to meet them, feathers brushing leather as they pressed close to one another, lips coming together for a deep kiss. Slowly they started to move towards the bed again till the backs of Morrigan’s legs lightly tapped it that’s when Lucifer reached around Morrigan’s thighs to gently lift her onto the bed, laying the silver haired beauty carefully onto the mattress as he crawled on beside her. Lucifer trailed kisses all along Morrigan’s jawline down her neck to the tops of her breasts giving the lightest of nips to the soft flesh making the goddess moan out, hands caressing along Lucifer’s bare back up into his short hair. Soon one of Lucifer’s hands slid up the outside of Morrigan’s thigh gingerly pulling the sheer fabric of the violet dress with it till he reached her hip where the archangel’s fingers began to trace teasing circles, mouth latched to hers in hungry kisses. Morrigan’s fingers traced down Lucifer’s torso to his ribs then further to the hem of his pants where she playfully slid them beneath the hem, thumb casually tracing over the raised skin from the mark on his hip.

The hand Lucifer had on Morrigan’s hip slipped to underneath her thigh to gently hoist it up over his hip on the same side, those same fingers dancing up over the same thigh only to dip to the inside then slide up. Morrigan gasped out Lucifer’s name as his fingers slid along the slick folds of her pussy delicately caressing over her clit to send small waves of arousal shooting straight through the goddess. In response Morrigan slightly raised the leg that Lucifer was straddling then slid her hands around to the fleshy mounds of his ass to start massaging them making the archangel’s hips roll forwards, hard length rubbing casually over Morrigan’s raised knee eliciting a light moan from him. Morrigan’s head fell backwards with a deep groan as Lucifer dipped two fingers inside her slick entrance, rubbing them along her insides while his thumb circled Morrigan’s clit. Lucifer used his free hand to undo Morrigan’s corset allowing her pale breasts to come free, pink nipples perked from the slightly cooler temperature of the room until that is Lucifer leaned down to envelope one in his warm moist mouth. Morrigan started panting heavily while her hips rolled into Lucifer’s fingers seeking far more then what he was currently providing leading to a whimpering plea from the goddess that made Lucifer chuckle against her pale flesh. Continuing to place kisses along Morrigan’s chest Lucifer removed his fingers then maneuvered to settle between both of Morrigan’s legs, waving a hand to discard all their clothing that’s when both his hands gently slid along Morrigan’s thighs to hoist them over his hips before planting them on either side of Morrigan’s body for balance.

A moaning cry erupted from both of them when Lucifer pressed forwards into Morrigan’s tight heat taking it slow so as not to hurt his mate. Gingerly Lucifer slid in inch by inch till he was to the hilt, panting heavily with desire to claim his chosen mate but forcing himself to resist till they were both ready. When they were ready Morrigan pulled Lucifer down into a deep desperate kiss and he started thrusting, pulling back almost all the way out before pressing back inside eliciting the most beautiful sounds from the goddess Lucifer has ever heard. Both of them grew close very quickly and the closer they got to the edge the more they felt the connection grow between them, Morrigan’s soul intertwining with Lucifer’s grace was like pouring boiling water into Ice water. The moment both intertwined together both of them reached climax simultaneously, crying out as their wings flared to full length only to leave them in a panting sweat coated mess. Tenderly Lucifer kissed each of Morrigan’s cheeks then nuzzled their noses together with a smile that reached from ear to ear plastered across his face which Morrigan happily returned. Lucifer tended to his mate making sure to clean her up before settling next to her both laying on their sides to face one another, fingers lacing together while Lucifer’s large upper wing moved from the two smaller lower ones allowing Morrigan’s leathery wing to slide between, interlocking them. The rest of the evening was filled with lazy touches, lazier kisses and whispers of adoration in Enochian as the two cuddled in the after math of a successful bonding.

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amesbrisees · 7 years

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‘ i would travel across the world to be by your side, because as long as you are with me, anywhere is a perfect place to me. ' ⤷ @attristantx

The house feels empty at night, the room he occupies sits vacant of raspy voices uttering hushed whispers, denoted by his own evident drowsiness. Crystalline eyes cut through ubiquitous gloom and try to distinguish merging shadows, layers of darkness that bleed into one another so effortlessly, it feels like the walls come closing in. There are hallow ghosts sleeping under the ceiling, eyes peeking through the windows and half-drawn curtains in sinful secrecy. The malevolent reminders of a long time gone. One he’s impossibly reluctant to let trespass the borderline of the limits his head musters to wrap itself around. It’s crowded with rushing white noise and delightful voices of former lovers. Glum-looking company, birthed by the first generation of a beautiful yet pitiful degenerate youth. It’s all wasted potential, thrown further from him, where it would no longer be found; lost in the gutter in dirty side streets and placed by the feet of titans. They’re all just part of a game between mice and gods. He’s never seen the point.

The blanket’s too heavy and the immeasurable cold keeps on rising to some extreme he can’t define. His eyes are open, impossible to shut. It’s a forsaken endeavor he knows better than trying harder for. Restlessly, he lies on a bed that’s not his own, the wooden frame moaning with each move, no matter how small and subtle it may be and he can’t help but wish to drown under the dark sky and the northern lights with someone by his side, whose company finds a constant appreciation. He draws a sigh into the dark of the room with a sharp exhale, before limbs twitch. He moves to get on his feet in languid motion, peels his body gravely from the mattress and the caress of warm sheets, and the cold only worsens. A bilateral shiver creeps down his spine. It sows subtle irritation, plants some bitter flavor on his tongue.

Floorboards shriek under the weight of a moving frame, measuring six foot and some inches. Draw tepid whispers into the somber ambiance of empty hallways. Steps of an old staircase announce his near to lethargic descent down to the main floor of a family abode, he remembers from the earliest of memories formed. The leftovers to recollect and pick from barren ground of his forsaken childhood days. He lacks strength to carry all that’s gone wrong on broad shoulders, all that his poor soul longs to undo and neglect, but somehow he keeps on moving, keeps on moving on and on.

Old furniture is tinted by the full moon’s wan light, turned into something radiant and glowing by it’s pallid sheen. It must be a clear sky outside. No heavy clouds or opaque smog lingering beneath the cope of heaven, obscuring the awe-inspiring view, exposure of bare blots of dead light, forcing their way through eons worth of history. He steps closer to an open chimney, old and confessing to be out of order for the past coupe of years, bearing silver frames propped on a sill’s narrow expanse. Tired eyes, yearning to latch onto something of shallow comfort, something, anything, to set his sorrow-ridden mind at ease. It’s all remembrance of lifelong wounds, smiling facades, a masquerade he can only now see through. Realize how sheer it’s all been all along, feel the weight of his heart pulling downwards, following the lead of a deep-rooted melancholy, sitting down in the bottomless pit of a hungry heart. The frame feels cold against his touch and with only the pallid moonlight to ease the straining endeavor on sore eyes, to find familiarity in a foreign concept, captured on the printed image. The picture shows a young family of three. A husband and his wife, his arm thrown around her waist casually, while she’s busy holding a young boy in a mother’s unconditionally warm embrace. They look happy. He knows better.

It’s difficult for him to put it into coherent relation. The vast differences painted in a contrast much too stark to realize that they’ve once seemed like anything but a dysfunctional mess. A group of people, supposedly bound by the unyielding tie of love, when time would prove all those endeared and envious false.

He hears the footsteps and turns around before anyone’s blurred silhouette seizes the brief time frame of opportunity to push through the shadows looming over the staircase. He half-expected his mother to take a stroll onto ground floor to keep him bittersweet and utterly pitiful company for just a few minutes, before he’d pull himself away from the night’s light and slip back beneath the cold sheets. But the frame is not quite tall enough to resemble a family member. One moment it takes. She moves almost hesitantly, almost as if she’s living in danger on foreign territory and lacks permission to set even the most cautious step beyond the threshold of the guest room’s door.

A prolonged gaze finds exchanged in silent seconds’ time and soft, utterly tired smiles are drawn against their pale faces during the same instant. When he turns, he does so completely, asking if she has trouble finding rest behind closed eyelids, in a nightmarish world of abandoned control, too. She affirms the persistent suspicion. Even if she’d have tried to deny the curse of evident sleeplessness they both brutally suffer from, the innocent white lie would have been about as transparent as the flawed reflection of a picture perfect family. Faux simpers worn to please and appease.

Slowly, he moves over, soles of his bare feet carry him further from the place for rusted memories, the picture still in hand. One move allows him to sink against the leather cushions of the couch, while Chicago’s nocturnes drown out against the thundering thoughts crashing inside his brain. His palm pats the empty spot next to him, his smile stretches a little further anew, a fleeting adjustment made in the most miniscule of ways. A faint change he trusts only her to take keen notice of. And it’s then, when she steps closer, still looking so unsure, though with an expression to match his, that he realizes he doesn’t like the nickname Jenny. At all. He misses awareness of inherent knowledge as to why this is, either. Just Jen helps make it all feel a little less weird for him to let her name roll off his tongue, after relief settled in between the tired rattling bones of his body. Strange train of thought, one ought to assume he’s used to the twisted ways of his own inner workings, by now. But there’s some kind of ridiculous contentment in knowing that he’s surely memorized her name well enough, and oblivion poses no further threat. He sometimes feels as if they’re two sides of the same coin, wonders how it can be that he’s found her, in the hidden spots amidst the billion people in a world as messed up as theirs. The odds always stay behind the boundary opposing his place. Adjacent spots in the dark of night, where he feels the most comfortable. He knows it’s the brightest lights that cast the darkest shadows, and he keeps wandering the world’s unfortunate pathways, losing himself in the narrow streets and hidden roads with exhausted unwillingness. Going on to tell himself that it’s yet better than standing still, frozen in one of countless bad places. A journey is only kind to heart and memory, when it’s shared with a trustworthy companion. That much he’s sure of.

He watches her with a gaze as attentive as it bears to be, in the wake of each waking hour the current cycle counts. The warmth of a body mere inches from where he’s sitting with god-awful posture, slouching to the point of stabbing back-ache, works magic. Muscles fall , tension fleets from underneath his cold skin – until she utters a question, the soft whisper hanging in the air like a broken promise. Is that you? She must have found familiarity in his mother’s features, as today Christa looks just slightly different from then. Older, wiser maybe, though unaltered by the touch of unfortunate change. When he looks down, he observes the picture that’s growing more and more foreign characteristics as he holds the countless details, making a humming-bird heart beat just a little faster to compensate familiar hurt, in his immediate vision. She parts her lips and he can hear the inhale. Daring preparation to bring vocal folds to proper function once again, though he cuts her short, before he gets to savor the bitter flavor of her uneeded apology. “Yeah, that’s me.” He hands it over for her to peer through the shadows their bodies cast, for closer examination. “And that’s my father.“ He says in deadpan intonation, just as though it’s meant to be missed – the distinct resemblance. A willful lump that’s sitting comfortably nestled inside his tightened throat like a wound-up coil of all things unsaid, pushes him dangerously close to the borderline, keeping him from almost hurting himself. It doesn’t sound like it. His sonorous voice rings too low and quiet to turn into a treacherous fiend, give all his late-night-secrets away.

He asks her to listen, not say a word. Goes on sharing history or rather pieces of it, bound into a story that’s known by select few only. About the strain pulling at the fractured bond between father and son, how there’s no way to find explicit coherence interlaced within the logic of a strange mind’s even stranger operations. He mentions that one time he’d found himself on the street with less than he brought along for their trip into the modernized wild. The night his home turned into a place he’s too foreign to return to, in the violent snowfall of late January. About the vain attempts to find a common ground for the sake of reluctant mediation, though with no success. How he doesn’t know why or how, can’t offer solution or reason. He speaks from a state of an uncertain kid’s incessant perplexity, slowly merging with resigned abandonment of hope, without ever explicitly suggesting so. His words are chosen wisely, with far more care on the denotation than he commonly bestows upon the forsaken undertaking of evading offense. He tells her about his mother and about how she’s been the one to turn to for rarely sought support, the one who also found herself in a dead-end-situation, in spite of her profession and the knowledge that comes with it. About how he feels so lost, like a shipwreck in the making, somewhere on the open sea with no company but the fear of inevitable capsize and a gruesome death by the malignant consequences of saltwater-lungs. And the last of confessions, he’s sure he’ll regret come morning light, is uttered so quietly he would be wrapped up in no notion of surprise, had she not understood too well. “Sometimes I think I remember what home feels like.” A swallow of pride, a thud of a worn-out heart; it might feel a lot like you. “Maybe it’s my own fault.” The stakes don’t matter any more.

Sunken low into the cushions, his head droops atop the backrest until it’s all reduced to slouched posture and drowsy eyes. His head rolls over, crystalline eyes of cerulean hue fall victim to a gentle stare, almost hypnotized by the things he recognizes against the pull of the drawn shadows. Tendrils of blonde pull off semblance to ghostly white, doused in the reflection of broad sunlight against the moon’s surface. Contentment feels sacred when he breathes out, tries to find sympathy for a feeling he’s unused to.

There’s something inside her. He’s sure when he glances back at her. Akin to a hopeful glint behind those dark eyes, one he longs to seek needed shelter beneath, bathe in the ubiquitous warming comfort. The glowing moon witnesses to the way he reaches out to seize her hand. the tips of his callused fingers brush along the lines etched into her palm’s membrane. They push and slip in between, nestle in skinned crooks. Intertwined touch and the silent resonant reassurance floods his system like a violent tide. Funny how a gesture this small can make the ache and pain disappear for the smallest while.

They sit and he shares his silence with her, the lack of words bleeding into the tranquil atmosphere until there’s no telling how long it’s been, since voices were last raised. He wants to scoot closer but his tall frame is cemented on the spot, rendered immovable against the leather, that’s slowly easing into the warm temperature his body holds. And yet the cold won’t evaporate into the thin air growing heavy between the beating of hearts, longing for understanding and clearance of ill thoughts. The good in life and he swallows once more, over a thick lump that’s grown inside his throat.

It’s him who breaks his promise of staying wrapped up in nothingness, with a mumbled whisper, rumbling upward from a scratching larynx, rasped with a moving sandpaper-tongue. “We’ll have to go back eventually, you know?” His eyes suggest an apologetic notion, a heavy sense of dreadful sorrow laced between the syllables enunciated with the slightest altercation of reluctance to his tone. They can’t keep on going forever, or much longer, before reality will catch up with them. Grab them in a crushing chokehold, pull them under the surface of raging water, cold malice. And when he looks at her, he’s sure he’d taste disappointment and the fractures on her frail heartstrings, were he to lean in and initiate a tender liplock. He’d take the words back if he could. A thought present for a moment only. “I want to go somewhere first, though.” A last destination on a journey through the doomed world of reprobated dynasties.

I would travel across the world to be by your side. He hasn’t even told her the place he holds dear inside his head. As long as you are with me, anywhere is a perfect place to me. And the words cease to keep his features restless, pull on his lips and form them into a flashed smile, barely a ghost of what it might have been had it not been for the undeniable strain of tiredness and he feels clinically inept, like a light-headed idiot, wondering how much longer they had before the sun will rise and the sky brighten.

“What I told you about the stakes--” He shakes his head against the backrest’s cushion, expression faltering against a dawning realization, feeding him muffled fright. “Sometimes it doesn’t matter.” Commonly when there’s no fixing to the problem of flawed, human emotion. Treacherous attachment. A deep inhale, his voice lowering just a little more. “Sometimes it doesn’t matter if they’re too high.”

#attristantx #i have no words for what the shit i just wrote i just ? ?#i'm so emo #i still can't get over anything about them like daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn #i will go back to crying now #good bye world now leave me to drown in an ocean of my own tears #x. | and nothing's wrong when nothing's true; i live in a hologram with you. ( jen & asher )

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