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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Love at The Black Mask Club

Summary: Roman grows annoyed and craves you in the middle of a busy night.

Note/Warning: I used a shot from Moulin Rouge, used Eric Roberts as Falcone instead Maronie, and shots of Ewan from Guys and Dolla. Dom!Daddy!Kink, possessiveness, wiling gagging, fingering female receiving, semi-public sex, also this is like 4 months into their relationship.

Roman pulled on his sleeve, the cufflink twinkled as his annoyance grew. Penguin was beginning to ramble. Falcone looked at him before pulling on his cigar.

He took a sip from his scotch. He let his eyes wander around the club. There was a blur of people dancing in front of the stage. He didn’t spot you. Where the fuck had you gone, he mused.

“So Roman, can I rent the VIP lounge Sunday?”

“Huh?”

“He’s looking for his girl.” Whispered Falcone to Penguin who sat near him.

“What was that?” snapped Roman.

Falcone shook his head. “Nothing of importance.”

Penquin’s beak twitched, he squawked mirth shining in his small black eyes. He readjusted his monocle. “I asked can I rent the VIP lounge on Sunday?”

“You won’t be bringing in a buffet of raw fish will you?” Roman asked dryly.

Falcone coughed, sounding more like a choke. “Roman come on, he didn’t really do that, did he?”

Roman rose an eyebrow, “You ask him.”

Penguin shifted. “I knew me and my crew would get hungry.”

Falcone made a disgusted face.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Are we done?”

No sooner did he ask than when the screechy voice he hated more than Penguin’s fishy scent called his name and she was across his lap, with a lazy arm around this throat and a clammy hand on his cheek. “Romy! I’ve missed you!”

He narrowed his eyes at her, he was in no mood. “Get the fuck off me.” He breathed. His anger bubbling in him.

“What? You’re not happy to see me? No kiss?” She drew close, her sickly sweet perfume began to fill his nose.

He pushed her off and stood up. Harley stumbled, but easily found her footing. Quickly, she was smiling and clinging to Joker’s side who had just walked up.

Falcone reached for him. “Calm down Sionis, she is only playing.”

He turned and looked at him.

Falcone raised his hand. “All right, she went too far.”

Joker’s cackle filled the still air that fell over the club. “I see my girl is getting herself in trouble.” He threw his head back and chuckled.

Roman looked over the club. People had stopped dancing and were gaping at the two of you. A huge smile spread across his face. “It’s not a party without a little drama, am I right?” He glanced around, he clapped his hands. “Come on! Turn it up! Shots on the house!” Cheers soon bounced off the walls competing with the music. The dancing and idle chatter started up once again.

He took a step toward the clown duo. He looked right into those crazy eyes, “Keep an eye on her. She’s in my club.” Turning towards the table, he pointed at Penguin. “Don’t bring any damn fish and you can rent the lounge.”

Penguin squawked. “Thank you.”

Falcone shook his head as he pulled on his cigar again.

Roman turned and went to finally go and find you.

*****

You had heard the cut in the music. Instantly, you knew someone had angered Roman. Probably fucking Harley. You quickly dipped into the ladies room. You had been dancing while he had a meeting. You made a silly face as you eyed your reflection. You ran your fingers through your hair, you still looked good.

*****

Gloved fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled you against a solid warm frame. You smiled, you knew it could only be one person. “I was just looking for you.” You said brightly.

“I found you first.” Before pulling you close, he glanced at his watch. “I need you.”

“I’m-” He cut your words as he kissed you. It was an angry, hungry kiss. It made your heart race and excitement knot deep inside you.

“Follow me.” He rasped. You nodded and he practically dragged you.

“Of course.”

He tore open the door to one of the exclusive VIP rooms. The two of you nearly crashed into one of his event planners as he continued into the room further.

“Did you not want me to book this room?” Their voice shook.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Roman finally looked at them. He shook his head. “I’m just looking it over.”

The man rocked on his heels. “Oh good.” He gave a weak smile.

“Why are you lingering? Go and get the other room ready!” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“Right! Yes!” The man hurried out.

The door whispered close behind him.

Roman turned to look at you, it made you shiver. He walked over to where you had leaned against the gold half wall. “Damn you look good tonight.”

You don’t know why, but you could not stop yourself but shimmy a little as he came up to stand behind you.

“Yes. You do.” His voice rasped in your ear after he pulled you roughly up against him. You could feel him.

“Thank you, daddy.” Your voice shook with excitement as you grew breathless. You watched as he pulled off a glove and stuffed it into his pocket.

He caressed your thigh. “Tell me baby.” His hand cupped you, pulling you closer to him. A soft sound came from you as you felt even more of him through his slacks. “Who do you belong to? Who does this belong to?” You grew wetter as you felt him squeeze harder.

“You daddy. I belong to you.” You whimpered as his fingers slipped under your panties and he cupped you once again.

“That’s right baby.” His breath was hot on your throat. “So good and wet for me.” He began to rub you. You swallowed hard, as your breath shallowed.

“Oh daddy.” You whimpered. “Please.”

He made a deep sound as you felt his lips on your throat. “Please what, baby?” You shook as you felt him slip two fingers in.

“Daddy.” You whimpered and now was not the time to pout as you felt his fingers withdraw.

He held you close. “Clean daddy’s fingers off. Daddy has to go out there soon.” He offered you his fingers.

“Of course, daddy.” You licked and sucked at his fingers, the act itself made you wetter. You loved when he reminded you who owned you.

“You are such a good baby.” He took his hand back and turned you to face him. You watched as he slipped his glove on. “I need you.”

“What do you want me to do?” Excitement curled in your stomach over what he could want.

His mouth twitched upward. “Go and brace yourself against that column.”

You did as you were told happily, watching as he came over to you while undoing the zipper of his pants. An ache in anticipation grew between your legs.

He came over and smoothed your dress up. “Ready for me?”

“Yes.” You breathed.

You felt as he pushed your panties aside. You gripped the column and a moan poured from your lips as he slid right into you. “That’s my baby. Letting her daddy take her whenever he needs you.”

All you could do was moan as he began moving in and out of you. A rhythm formed between you and him, he held onto your hips.

Suddenly the doors open and the murmur of excited voices filled the room. You glanced back at Roman, fear hit your stomach.

He looked past you and a smirk curled his lips. “Tightening in fear or excitement?” He gently teased.

“We can’t have them hear you, can we?” He reached into his pocket and took out his handkerchief. “Put it into your mouth.” You couldn’t believe this but you grew wetter as he spoke.

He thrusted harder and faster into you. You bit down and moaned around his handkerchief. You shook hard. “You better cum.” He hissed. “Or you will have to wait.” Nodding, you shook at his words.

You could feel him tremble, as he moved deeper. Shaking, you finally let yourself cum. His fingers dug in hard, making you wince as he held you tightly against him. You felt as he came hard in you.

Moments later you were handing him his handkerchief. He smiled at you as he tucked it back into his suit jacket. You smoothed your dress.

“I plan expanding this back area and maybe even a place for a DJ.” He said.

Your brow furrowed but then you realized. “Oh, that could be very nice.” You said sweetly and took his arm.

“Ooo the great Roman Sionis has made an appearance at my party.” A very happy but very drunk looking guy appeared as you two were almost out of the room.

“Just making sure things were tip top.” He smiled broadly.

“Well thank you sir, thank you.”

“No trouble. Right baby?” He turned and smirked at you.

“Not at all. Have a good party.”

*****

Once down another hallway and around a corner. He happily pressed you to the wall. “We almost got caught.” You looked so sweetly up at him. Your cheeks still flushed and your eyes bright.

“But we didn’t.”

He chuckled.

You reached up and gently caressed his cheek. He kissed you then, he was feeling good. Now he could face the rest of the night.

“Come join me for my last two meetings?”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

With his arm tightly around you, together you weaved through the people. You felt his hand tighten as Two-Face was there flipping his coin up and down in the air.

Zsasz came over one side. The two of you stopped. He looked you up and down.

“Talk Zsasz, Y/N can hear whatever you have to tell me.”

A flush of happiness filled you at his words.

“Two-Face is not in a good mood.”

Roman rose an eyebrow. “Is he ever?”

You giggled into your hand.

They both looked at you. You grimaced. “He was grumpy even when I designed something for him.”

Roman smiled. “See Zsasz, he was even grumpy for Y/N.”

He scratched the back of his head. “All right.”

******

“He hired you?” Roman said as Zsasz walked ahead.

You nodded. “A two tone sofa.”

“Interesting.”

“It was. It took forever for both sides to agree.”

Roman chuckled then. “I bet.”

*****

“Y/N?!” He snatched his coin mid air instead of letting it fall into his palm.

“Hi Harvey.” You said sweetly. You

“I… We…” For once, you mused, both sides were speechless.

You glanced at Roman. “I’m Roman’s girl.”

His mouth twisted before smiling. “Great.”

“Two-Face, you and I were supposed to meet later.” Roman, looked kind of annoyed. “Where is Edward?”

“Batman.”

“Oh.” Roman muttered something you could not make out. “I wanted Y/N at my side tonight.”

He shrugged. “That’s fine. She knows where my hideout is.”

Roman raised his eyebrows at you. “Well, Harvey let’s be honest.” You put a hand on your hip.

He rolled his eyes, but still smiled. “All right, I gently had you blindfolded and brought over.”

“Exactly. But if you want me to flutter off I can.”

“No, it’s ok.” He flipped his coin and then his face grew dark. His eyes narrowed at Roman.

You held your breath.

“Roman, you better treat her right. She’s not one of us.”

You could feel Roman’s body stiffen under your arm that was wrapped around him. “She’s my girl. Of course I do.” You were touched, you had not realized they could be a softie. Harvey had always been very curt and clipped when talking or negotiating with you.

“Good.” He snarled before his face relaxed.

******

Happily you sipped at your drink while the two of them discussed business. All of it was beyond you, as they talked numbers and street names.

Your heartbeat still had not recovered from having his handkerchief in your mouth when he took you in one of the VIP lounges. As you grabbed your glass to have a sip, you felt him place a gloved hand on your thigh. He glanced at you and smiled as there was a pause in the conversation between them. You placed your hand over his. Sipping your drink, a giddiness came over you as you mused about being his girl these past months; it had been some of the most exciting in your life.

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halfway-happyyy · 4 years

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The Autumn Cottage

Happy Saturday friends! Autumn has arrived in full force where I live and I couldn’t be happier about it. To celebrate, I have written a sappy, smutty piece inspired by the current weather and this ask that I received: Can u give us a oneshot about a snuggle fuck w alex in a cozy cottage in the fall?

One of the greater joys in her life had to have been waking up to autumn's fickle fingers trying to desperately to reach her from the comfort of her woolen blanket. She watched, sleepy and bleary-eyed as leaves in shades of crimson and burnt umber drifted past her window in no particular direction. Her fingers roamed over the left side of the bed in search of him. Alexander's silhouette was barely visible through the indigo morning light, though she could make out the prominent line of his nose, and the slight curve of his bottom lip. Unmistakable in the minimal glow of dawn was the familiar glitter in his eyes, the glint that said so much about him and then nothing at all in equal measure.

“Good morning.” She whispered, and even that felt like too mighty of a disturbance in the stillness of their bedroom in the cottage. Though if he minded, he never let it show.

“Good morning yourself, kid.”

She reached the tip of a finger towards him wordlessly and brushed a feather-light touch down the bridge of his nose. Moving lower, she outlined his lips and grinned into the air before her as she felt him smile against her touch. She moved around his face with care, tried to memorize each delicate crease and wrinkle in her wake, tried to commit to memory the aspects that he resented about himself, even if she loved them beyond measure.

“Beautiful,” Alexander murmured as he brought the back her wrist to his lips, kissing the soft flesh there passionately. He brushed the pad of a calloused thumb over the rounded curve of her warmed cheek. “Like watching a flower bloom right before my very eyes.” They stayed like that for longer than either of them cared to admit; she could count on one hand in the past year that she had spent a weekend with him like this- alone and entirely undisturbed from anything and everything. He had broached the subject of a rented cottage in passing one morning a few weeks ago. It was one of those mornings where something had gone awry at every turn, and everything had been a blur. He had been late for something important, that much she could remember. He had rushed around the kitchen in a fury, muted Swedish curse words coloured every second sentence. He was out of breath when he reached the front door, weighed down by his leather laptop bag, but before he left, he turned to her and smiled. “Let’s get away together, kid.” She had taken it with a grain of salt until he returned home that evening, tired from a rather long shooting schedule, but in a fantastic mood all the same. “I mean it. It’s about to be a beautiful autumn. Let’s get away, just the two of us.”

“Shall I make you a coffee, or are we just going to lay in bed and stare at each other all day?” She offered him a cheeky smile and an exaggerated eye-wiggle which he simply laughed at.

“I have half a mind to choose the latter option, but I really do need some caffeine this morning.”

She nodded finitely and leaned in for a kiss, the innate push and pull of it caused a fire to ignite deep within her for him. She could easily spend the rest of her life doing this very thing; loving him fiercely and being loved back just as hard in return. “Alright,” She gasped as she pulled away from the allure of his hot, wet mouth. “Meet me in the kitchen.” She rose from the bed silently and padded over to her suitcase that was propped up on a wicker chair in the corner of the room. She noticed Alexander’s cream Sherpa sweater hanging over the arm of it and she ran a fingertip over the unbelievably soft material.

Alexander must have been watching her because when he spoke, his voice still gravelly from recent sleep, he startled her. “I’d be happy if you wore that, today.”

“You would?” She had been eyeing it ever since he’d brought it home from a shoot a month ago. She longed to wrap it around her frame, the sheer feeling of it luxe and utterly comforting on her bare skin. Especially as the months would inevitably grow colder.

“Watching you wear my clothing does something for me, kid. I love seeing how happy it makes you.”

With a small smile, she lifted the sweater over her head and let it fall into place on her body, the hem of it falling just above her knee. She pulled her hair from the confines of it and let it fall in waves down her back. “How do I look?” She asked.

“Beautiful,” Alexander murmured.

Satisfied with his answer, she made her way down the hardwood-floored hallway to the kitchen. She had thought at first that the silence of the cottage would be too loud; that city life had turned her into a creature who thought she craved noise on a near-constant level. But to her pleasant surprise, it had taken less than twenty-four hours to grow accustomed to it, and she knew now that she would miss it dearly when it was their time to go home. Eliciting a yawn, she stood on tiptoes and tried to remember which cupboard Alexander had hidden the coffee beans. Without warning, a large hand reached up above her head with ease and produced the bag for her with a sly smile. “I’d have found them eventually…” She muttered.

“Oh, I have no doubt of that. But- would you have been able to reach them?”

She shook her head and let out a small laugh. “Cheeky, vertically-adept bastard.”

They made their coffee together in silence. It had been one of the many things that drew him to her in the beginning. Where conversation seemed forced with every prospective partner and lover in the past- everything flowed the way it was supposed to with Alexander. There had never been a need to fill the quiet with empty words and small talk. It was a wonderful change of pace. “You hungry yet, kid?”

She remembered the basket of farm-fresh eggs in the fridge, thought of the loaf of homemade bread next to the coffee machine and her mouth watered tantalizingly. “I could definitely eat.” She watched him move around the kitchen with ease; watched the way his worn sweatpants hung low from the edges of his hips. She watched the way his muscles flexed in the light pouring in through the stained-glass window above the sink. She had always been struck silly by the beauty that this man possessed; but the notion that his soul bested his looks would never cease to leave her in utter awe. “What have you got on the go today?” She asked, a fork full of fluffy scrambled eggs rested in her hand.

Alexander passed a napkin over his lips, swallowed the bite of food in his mouth and shrugged. “Thought I might chop some wood for a fire tonight.”

She could hardly contemplate it now; the thought of watching her man hulk through multiple logs of wood caused her to physically clench her thighs together. “You plan on doing that soon?”

“After breakfast.” He confirmed.

True to his word, after the last dish had been washed and dried and properly put away, he stalked over to the coat hook in the front foyer and threw a sweater over his naked chest. Turning to her, he eyed her up and down and cocked his head to the side; a small smirk pulled at the edges of his lips. “Care to keep me company?”

Reaching for a blanket and the book that she had started yesterday morning, she nodded her head. “Lead the way.”

It was warmer outside than she had originally anticipated, though the autumn wind had picked up a little more voraciously, and she marveled at the falling leaves the same way she had earlier that morning. The sky above her was cloudless and a bright azure blue and she found herself thanking a higher being for the blessings in which she had been given. Opening the book to the page she had last left off on, the sound of an axe ripping through the middle of a log rang out through the clearing and she knew then that she would not be getting any further reading done this morning. Instead, she watched in awe as Alexander lifted the axe high above his head and brought it down with a force she had rarely seen before, the log splitting into two pieces and falling away from the stump. It was poetry in motion, really. Alexander’s hair was the longest she had ever seen it; the sandy blonde tresses were grown out and regularly fell over his eyes but she reveled in it. Of the many years that they had known each other, he had always kept a mostly clean-shaven face but quarantine, and the filming of a particularly brutal Viking revenge drama had rendered him more manlier and distinguished than she had ever thought possible. “You are fulfilling lumberjack fantasies for me that I never knew I had!” She called out to him.

Alexander tossed his head back, a hearty laughter bubbled up from the back of his throat and exited his mouth like music from a box. “You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to yourself, kid. I see the way you look at me when I put on my old and holey plaid jacket.” He took a break from chopping wood to wipe the sweat from his brow. “To add to this- you also purchased me a very expensive axe a few years ago for my birthday.”

“Guilty,” She muttered under her breath.

“But rest assured I am elated that this-” He gestured to himself. “Does it for you.”

The morning continued on in much the same fashion until maybe an hour or two later when Alexander joined her from her perch on the wrap-around porch. Falling into a bench opposite her, he took a few moments to try and regain his breath again. Beads of sweat gathered at the base of his forehead and his broad chest heaved under the weight of recent physical duress. They each viewed each other with a hunger usually only attained after seeing one another for the first time in months. “Come here.” He ordered, softly. She rose from her spot without hesitation and sauntered over to where he sat. He pat the front of his thigh twice, a silent instruction for her to have a seat. She straddled his lap with ease and wrapped her arms around his neck; the heady scent of his perspiration and body wash made her lightheaded with want. It took every ounce of self-control not to grind shamelessly down on his steadily growing erection. As he held her tightly to him, his warm, broad hands rubbed reassuring circles into her back. She shivered into the touch as Alexander kissed his way up the side of her neck, his mouth leaving trails of fire in its wake. “You cold, kid?”

“No.”

He kissed his way up the base of her throat, past the jutting outline of her jaw, and finally to her lips. His mouth still tasted faintly of the maple syrup he had poured over his pancakes hours earlier and the urge to devour everything he had to give her was overwhelming. “You like me like this, don’t you?” He smirked. “All sweaty and dirty from working hard and chopping wood for us?”

“Yes.” Her eyes slid shut and her head fell back as he continued kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. All the while his hands roamed greedily over her sweater-clad body, squeezing, and rubbing as they traversed.

“You want me to take you right here, baby girl?” His voice grew gravelly again, though it had nothing to do with sleep this time. “I don’t even have to touch you to know that you’re already soaked for me.” The wind had picked up again and had begun to blow her hair around her face, the cool breeze a welcome reprieve to her heated body. Alexander was fully erect now, his hard cock throbbed tantalizingly at her thigh. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and lifted the hem of the sweater to reveal her panties, and the wet patch that had grown steadily in the crotch of them. Alexander reached for her and slid two fingers past the flimsy material to her soaking folds. Immediately she leaned towards him to tuck her face into the crook of his neck, but he stopped her with a soft click of his tongue. “I want to see your face when you come for me, baby.” He brought a free hand up to caress her cheek, and as he held her, he brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. She parted for him without thought and began to suckle softly at it as his other hand started to delve deeper inside of her. He had perfected a rhythm with her now; one that no matter how many times he had pleasured her, would always be the fastest way to get her unravelling for him.

“More,” She gasped when two fingers just wasn’t enough anymore. Alexander nodded wordlessly, his gaze searching her own. He added a third finger inside of her, the stretch of it almost too much to bear.

“So fucking wet for me, baby.” He groaned, as he began to pump harder into her. He could feel her clench around him, could feel the soft, wet button of pleasure at the tips of his fingers. She sucked harder at his thumb the closer she neared to her orgasm. “You’re going to come for me soon, I can tell…” He murmured as she started to ride his fingers. “And don’t you dare be quiet about it.” He warned.

These words had helped to spur the wave of pleasure building in her belly and she arched her back against his fingers, her nails digging miniscule crescent shapes into the soft skin of his shoulder blades. “Fucking hell, Alex…”

He nodded up at her. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, my queen. That’s a good girl. Come for me,” He then angled his fingers in such a way that he had her screaming his name into the wind before them, her voice raw with unbridled pleasure. She continued to ride his fingers until she came down from her high, dropping her head to rest in the warm comfort of his neck. She couldn’t be sure how long she had taken solace there, but he eventually patted her bottom. “You came so good for me.” He pressed warm, wet kisses against her temple.

Taking his chin firmly in her grasp, she gazed at him. Unending vast oceans of blue peered back at her and took her breath away. “It’s your turn.” She crashed her lips against his again, the need to have him inside of her entirely all-consuming. He lifted her up in one fell swoop, standing tall from the bench as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling. He carried her into the warmth of the cottage, stumbling down the length of the hallway to their bedroom where he laid her as gently as he could manage, on the bed. He made impressively quick time of ridding himself of his clothing, and as he stood before her, naked and unbearably erect, she realized that she genuinely loved the man before her. It had occurred to her before that she felt this way, but she could honestly say that no matter what they would go through together, no matter the pain he would put her through in future, she loved him deeper than she had ever loved anyone before. “Come here,” She insisted.

Alexander crawled up the length of the bed, holding her head in his hands as he did so. He entered her all-consuming heat with a loud groan, the feeling of him stretching her to maximum fullness was incomparable to any pleasure she had experienced before. Having him inside of her was a comfort that she never knew she needed until it had happened. As he moved inside of her, his head dropped to her shoulder where he scattered dozens of open-mouthed kisses to the skin there. She held him tightly to her as he bucked his hips against her, his cock managing to hit all of the essential nerves each time he bottomed out. He was muttering nonsensical things now, random pieces of Swedish and English found her ears and she smiled into their embrace. She clenched around him after every other thrust, and soon his movements had grown sloppy. “Fuck,” He growled as her fingernails raked through the soft, firm skin of his broad back.

“You feel so fucking good, Alex.” She gasped against his bearded cheek.

He cried out as his hips stilled against her own and she could feel the familiar throb of his cock as he spilled everything he had to give, inside of her. He allowed himself a few more powerless thrusts, and another low whimper before he pulled out of her completely. She found his sudden absence almost painful. They remained like that for an unknowable amount of time, each just trying to catch the breath that they had lost a while ago. Eventually Alexander turned on his side to view her, bringing the back of her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I love you, kid.”

A crimson leaf lay next to his head on the down pillow, and she smiled softly to herself. “I love you too, Alex.”

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fluffymcu · 3 years

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Letting Loose

Part SIXTEEN

This series is TICKLE related.

Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3,525

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2 weeks have passed, and the confession was mutually forgotten. Things had gotten back to normal. This morning you had woken up with a strong urge to prank. It happened sometimes. You began to think of who would be your next victim when you recalled an incident that occurred yesterday when you were playing kickball with the team in the backyard. You grinned evilly and jumped out of bed, brushed your teeth and went downstairs to eat breakfast with the team.

It was about 11:45 when you decided to go ahead with your plan. You wanted Peter to join you but when you went in his room to check on him, the sleepy head was fast asleep. You rolled your eyes with a smirk and proceeded to head into the changing room, where everyone’s suits were.

It was hard to miss the big red and blue shield that was laying against the wall next to your brother’s suit. You grinned as you grabbed the shield and made your way to your room. You had a plan to paint it a nice green and white, with a sunflower replacing the star.

It was when you were carrying it through the kitchen that Steve walked in. You both stopped in your tracks, looking at each other for a few long seconds. Your eyes were slightly widened and his were deeply narrowed.

“Y/n,,, what are you doing with my shield?” Steve slowly asked, confusion masking his features. You slowly put the shield behind your back as if it wasn’t too late already.

“...Nothing!” You chirped, feeling nervous already; but then you remembered the reason why you’re doing this. “Just thought I’d give this a little makeover since you kept purposely hitting me with the ball yesterday.” You said, smiling extra wide. Steve raised his eyebrows at you, tilting his head down with his jaw slightly dropped.

“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play.” He chortled.

“You started it!” You giggled accusingly, holding the shield tighter in your hands. Steve straightened up with a hum, looking straight at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“Well. Then I guess I have to finish it too, don’t I.” He quipped, smirking when you quickly got the message and booked it to your room and immediately went after you.

You were letting out nervous laughter as you ran as fast as you could. You could hear his heavy footsteps thundering behind you and it made all the nervousness pile in your stomach. You could already feel the ghost tickles on your sides and it didn’t help at all. You took the long way to your room, hoping all the turns in the hallways would throw him off but unfortunately he was still gaining on you.

“Steve plehehehease!” You pleaded, getting closer to your room. You could hear him chuckling behind you and you tried to run even faster. You were sure you weren’t going as fast as you normally can, but the heavy shield was slowing you down just a bit. When you got to your room, you dropped the shield quickly so you could turn to close and lock the door but Steve quickly barged in and scooped you up. “NOhohoho pleheheHEHEASEE! HAHAHAHA!” You burst into laughter as Steve wasted no time in digging deeply into your sides. He smirked at your attempts to get out of his hold by flopping around like a fish.

“Enjoying your date with the Tickle Monster Y/n?” He teased, sitting on your mattress and lifting your shirt to blow a very ticklish raspberry. You hung your head back as you cackled, helplessly pushing at his head.

“NOHOHO! LET ME GOHOHOOO!” You squeal, shaking your head. Steve gasped loudly and grabbed you under your arms and slammed you onto the mattress, pinning you with his weight.

“You’re not?!?!” He asked incredulously. You were giggling uncontrollably, very aware that his hands were still under your arms. You kept your arms firmly pressed to your sides, your laughter going up an octave at the fact that he wasn’t even doing anything. It made you extremely nervous.

“STEHEHEVE STOHOHOP IT!” You screamed in hysterics. Steve laughed along with you and shook his head.

“I’m not even doing anything yet!!” He laughed, suddenly blowing a raspberry on your neck to catch you by surprise. You shrieked and shrugged your shoulder up.

“LIAHAHAHAR!”

Steve giggled and began to move his fingers that were trapped under your arms. You threw your head back as you laughed, not being able to kick your feet out because of his weight on you. “I can’t believe you’re not enjoying your time with Tickle Monster! I must be doing something wrong.” He hummed, pulling his hands out and getting off you briefly to grab your legs. You squealed as you tried to kick your legs out of his grip but it was no use. “Maybe this’ll change your mind.” He smirked before gripping your ankle and using his other hand to squeeze your thighs.

You began to let out deep belly laughter as you twisted all around your bed, begging for him to stop. “STEHEHEHEVE PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHANT!” You yelled, shrieking when he dug his thumbs into your hips.

“But this is so much fun! And I still need to get your belly and your feet!” He giggled, skittering his fingers under your shirt to attack your belly. You instantly brought your knees to your chest out of reflex and squealed. Steve always knew exactly how to tickle your belly. It was always gentle but he would find a way to make it tickle like hell. Your laughter was going hoarse and you began wheezing more often, so Steve decided to give you a minute to breathe. You sucked in as much air as you could, and when you mostly recovered, you tried to wiggle out from under him. “Ah ah ah.” He scolded, bending down to nibble at your neck to stop you.

You squealed loudly and shrugged your shoulders. “OKAhahahy okay okahahay!” You giggled, panting as he leaned back again. “Plehehase no more, I can’t tahahake it!”

“What’s the magic word?” he smirked.

“Plehease!” You said.

“Nope!” Steve yelped, nibbling at your neck again and blowing a raspberry.

“AHAHA! NOHOHOOO DONT DO THIHIS!” You pleaded.

“What’s the magic word then, y/n?” He asked again. Why did he have to be in such a playful mood today? You hummed, desperately seeking for a word that could possibly be it. Steve began to lightly drag his fingers up and down your sides to make this more unbearable to you. You arched your back and tried your best to stifle your giggles. “I’ll give you a clue. It’s sssssss...”

“SORRYHYHY!” You yelled. Steve laughed and got off you.

“And are you gonna steal my shield again?” He asked, raising his brow at you. You shook your head letting out residual giggles.

“Nohohoho. I prohomise.” Steve smiled fondly and kissed your forehead before picking up his shield.

“Apology accepted then.” He said with a smile and left your room. You sighed in relief and laid on your bed for a couple more minutes to regain your strength.

“So not fair.” You sighed exhaustedly.

----

About half an hour later, you were in Peter’s room helping him clean up. His room was a mess and Tony said he wasn’t allowed to go patrolling until it was clean. You had offered to help him clean up and he had gladly accepted.

In 20 minutes, you both had finished up and his room was looking even neater than yours. You both high fived and helped him get ready. “Thanks again, y/n/n. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

‘Yeah no problem. You got enough web fluid?”

“Yep!”

“Okay. See you later, and be careful ok?” You said, watching as he lifted his window up and crawled out.

“I will. Bye!” He smiled before jumping off the building and swinging away. You sighed and made your way to the kitchen to get a snack before going up to your room and reading a few pages of the new book that Bucky had gotten you on a mission.

-----

As you were reading your book, you suddenly feel the walls tremble a little, and the possessions in your room start to shake. You look up in confusion, since that only happens when the Quinjet lands, and even then it doesn’t usually tremble so much like this. No one was on a mission either, so you were confused as to what that could be.

You stand up and go to your window, pulling the curtains away and look outside. Your eyes widen and you gasp loudly. “No WAY!” You yell, sprinting out the door and down the stairs.

As you race past the kitchen, Steve is sitting at the island. “Hey y/n/n, look who’s-”

“I know!!” You squeal and run outside to the landing site, squinting your eyes at the strong wind that the ship is blowing as it lands to the ground. The Milano! The door to the ship drops down and reveals the best team in the galaxy (don’t tell the avengers) “PETEEEER!” You yell as you run towards the ship to meet Star Lord. “Kid! Long time no see!” You greet everyone, especially Gamora and Drax. You haven’t seen them in years!! Ever since you were 7 years old. You notice someone else is in the ship after you say hi to Rocket, and you ask who she is.

“Hello, I am Mantis!” She says, giving you a weird smile. You smile back and giggle. “Hi Mantis. I’m y/n. Your antennae are so cool!!” You say, watching as her face lights up. At this moment, Peter swings in and lands not too far from the ship.

“Hey guys, I’m back. What’s going on here?” He asks. “Wooooah. Are you guys the Guardians of the Galaxy?” He asked, amazed. The team then subtly tries to pose in a heroic stance as a team, looking off into nothing.

“Why yes. We are.” Quill says, taking a step closer to Peter, offering his hand. “The name’s Peter. Peter Quill. People call me Star Lord.” Peter shakes his hand with a grin.

“That is so cool. I’m Peter too! But my last name is Parker.” He says awkwardly. You giggle at the exchange and watch as the rest of the guardians introduce themselves to Peter.

“Are you guys staying the night?” You ask hopefully. Peter smiles and nods.

“Yup! We’ll stay a night. We need to be on our way by tomorrow morning.” You’re a bit disappointed that it’s such little time, but you’re happy that they’ll be at least staying a bit.

While the guardians go inside to greet the team, you, Peter, and Ruby Anne stay behind with Mantis and have fun asking her questions and stuff. You take her close to the trees where Wanda grows a nice garden with lots of flowers and you all sit down at a bench to talk. Mantis goes on to talk about her home planet and how she helped the guardians defeat Ego. It was all so interesting and Peter was geeking out about how there are so many other life forms in the universe.

“Wow. I wish we could travel to all the planets.” Peter hummed. “Ooh. It’d be so cool if like, there were other universes but they were like, the same. you know? Like in each universe there was you, and Tony, and everyone. And there would be like, a bunch of Spidermen, one in each universe you know? And there would be some way to like, cross universes and meet up with all the Spider people. And we would all look like different people and get our powers in different ways but still have the same powers. That would be so cool.” He said, leaning back on the bench.

You nodded, raising your eyebrows. “That would be cool.” You sighed.

“Yeah, too bad that’s a far fetch. I doubt there would be more than one person who happened to get but by a radioactive spider.” Ruby sighed. You and Peter hummed in agreement and bobbed your heads.

Bucky called for all of you to come in after that. “Guys! Dinner’s ready!”

“Coming!”

----

You all ate at the table, catching up with the guardians and filling each other in on things and having a lot of laughs. After dinner, you helped Pepper clean up and do the dishes. Rocket had reached the computer room and somehow managed to play Peter’s soundtrack all over the compound. You didn’t mind though, it gave you something to hum along to as you cleaned up.

----

As you were fixing up your room a bit for the sleepover you, Pete and Ruby Anne were going to have, Peter poked his head through the door and smiled. You returned the gesture and motioned for him to come in.

Peter walked in slowly, taking a look around your bedroom. “It’s changed much since I’ve last been here. You’re so big now!” He said smiling fondly, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

You smiled widely and hopped on your bed, leaning your back against the headboard. “Yyyup!” You say smugly. “I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Peter mirrors your smirk and tilts his head. “Are you sure? You seem the same: small, sweet and cuddly.” He teased, pinching your cheek. You groan with a deep blush, crossing your arms.

“Well, I’m not! Like I said, I’ve changed a lot these past few years, I’m not the same person I was.” You say tilting your chin up.

Peter looks away with a small grin, shrugging his shoulders. “Awww well that’s a shame. I remember when you were so innocent and kind, and when I’d used to play hide and seek with you, and give you piggy back rides, and I’d used to give you raspberries on your belly,” He chuckled at the memory. “You used to love those.”

You shrugged as if none of it mattered, but of course it did. “Well, I’ve moved on from that.”

“Really? You sure? You’re... not even ticklish anymore?” He asked, with a tone of voice that even after all these years, you still recognized as dangerous. Still, you couldn’t just give up now, you could still win this. Right?

“Nope. I grew out of that.” You say, a confident smile gracing your features.

“Is that so?” He asked slowly, staring at you intensely through slightly narrowed eyes. Then he quickly looked away, nodding his head as if he was processing your words before quickly turning back to you. “Well,,,, a little bird just happened to tell me something of the opposite.” He hummed, raising his eyebrows at your “crap’’ face before attacking your belly. You shriek and fall into hysterics, sliding down the headboard and trying your best to curl up into a ball. “Oh, you were so right. You definitely outgrew this.” He smirked, scratching his fingers right above your belly button.

You were already lost in laughter, letting out all kinds of squeals and giggles, halfheartedly slapping at his hands. “PLeheheHEHEASE!” Peter laughed along with you and slipped his hands under your shirt, expertly drilling his fingers in between the ribs, making you yelp and arch your back, your laughter booming out of your chest. “NOHOHO NOHOT MY RIHIHIBS!” You squeal, throwing your head back in ticklish agony.

Peter chuckled and kept it up. “Why not the ribs? Huh?” He asked and lifted your shirt to nibble your lower ribs while holding your wrists to the sides of your head. You startled cackling, kicking your legs out desperately. You couldn’t even yell out protests since all that came out of your mouth was laughter.

Peter sat up and started attacking your neck, scratching under your chin, making you let out loud squeaks. Whenever you’d try to grab his hands, they’d quickly go to poke your belly, surprising you every time, then going back to your neck. “Ihihihi CAHAHahahant!” You giggled, feeling your muscles turn to mush. Peter found it adorable.

“Awww, I’ve missed your laugh! It’s so cute!” He said, blowing raspberry after raspberry on your belly like he used to do. This made your laughter hysterical again, making you desperately push at his head.

“STOHOHOHOP IHIHIT!” You squealed, sucking in as much air when he sat back for a moment.

“But you used to love these! When you were a baby you’d always laugh and say ‘Again! Again!’ You’d never get enough!” He smiled, chuckling when you blushed deeply again.

“NOHOHOT ANYMOHOHORE!” You cried. You do. You actually do. Peter smirked and blew one last raspberry, relishing in the sound of your adorable laughter before sitting up and leaning to the side.

“Aww, ok ok fine.” He says, grabbing you and pulling you into a hug. You were still giggling, making yourself limp in his arms. Peter chuckled and rested his head on yours for a bit. You finally caught your breath and closed your eyes with a relaxed smile on your face. You both stayed there for a few more moments before you spoke up.

“I’ve really missed you.” You say, hugging him tightly. Peter looks down at you and smiles. “Thank you for coming over and staying the night.”

“Of course,” He starts. “I missed you too Squirt.” He shifts a bit to lay against the headboard, taking you with him. “I know we haven’t been coming to visit regularly, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve missed a lot of years of your life.”

“It’s okay.”

“But it’s not. I’m sorry. We’ve just been so busy, trying to escape bounty hunters, Nova Corps, old enemies, even.... even family. My dad. Then so much other stuff came on and... time flew by.” He shrugged sadly. “That’s not an excuse but, I just don’t want you to think we didn’t come back because we didn’t wanna see you. We love you so much.”

You looked up and gave him a reassuring smile. “I didn’t think that. It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

Peter smiled gratefully and stroked his fingers through your hair before there was a knock on your door. Gamora showed herself in and smiled at the 2 of you. “Hey. Mind if I borrow Peter for a bit?” You shook your head and got off his lap, letting him stand up. You grabbed his arm to tell him something discreetly.

“I’m glad you two are finally a thing.” You whisper, wearing a small smirk. Peter returns it and nods.

“Me too. An unspoken thing but,, we’ll get there.” He said, waving off the last part before joining Gamora. You smiled slightly and sighed before going down to the kitchen for a bit to hang out with everyone.

———

“Are. You. Ready.” You started, standing next to Peter whole narrowing your eyes at Ruby Anne who was standing a few feet from you. “For the insanely dramatic, extremely extraordinary, inevitable fun you’re about to have on your FIRST sleepover?!?” You asked her with excitement. Ruby smirked and nodded slightly.

“A bit underwhelming but, Great!” Peter shrugged, pulling out a thumbs up and turning around to pull out a stack of UNO cards.

After some games, the three of you found yourselves bundled up in blankets watching a movie together before falling asleep until the next morning.

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After breakfast, you all had to say goodbye to the guardians, as they were about to leave. Everyone said their goodbyes, and you walked up to the team with a sad frown. Peter patted your head before pulling you into a hug after you said bye to Gamora,Rocket and Drax. You hugged him tightly and closed your eyes.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You sighed. Peter smiled lightly at you and rubbed your back.

“Don’t worry y/n/n. Now that everything is settled down a bit, We’ll come to visit a lot more often. I promise.” He said. You smiled at this, flashing your teeth and nodded.

“Ok! I can’t wait.”

Mantis called you from afar, making you step over to her. She pulled out a sort of large smooth rock with googly eyes glued on and a sprout taped onto the top. You giggled at the sight and looked up at her.

“I deeply appreciate the time you spent with me out in the garden. So I went to one of the offices and gathered some supplies to apply these little eyes to this nice rock I found outside. So I made this new little friend for you. As a parting gift!” She said, smiling widely at you.

You felt a warm feeling inside as you gladly accepted the rock. “Wow... thank you Mantis! It’s so cute! I shall name him.... Stick.” You nodded, watching as her face lit up even more.

“That is a wonderful name y/n! I hope to see you again soon.” She said before joining the guardians on the ship.

“Bye!” You waved.

You watched the Milano leave into the sky with a smile on your face, already excited for their next visit.

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alicedopey · 3 years

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Third Birthday’s A Charm

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Halfdan x OC (Gaby)

Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Smut-ish

Words: 1794

Warnings: Well, there is a little bit of smut.

Summary: Gaby is not the only one who can make a wish for her birthday.

A/N: This is a birthday gift for my other half, @naaladareia Honey, you are such a kind-hearted and caring person, always there to listen. I wish you the best for your very special day. I love you.

A/N 2: This is the continuation of a little series so if you are interested in reading the first two installments: Part I - Part II

Halfdan woke up at the sound of something crashing on the ground followed by a loud gasp. He groaned and rolled on the side. The floor under his body was different from was he was used to. He blinked a few times and opened his eyes to close them back instantly. There was definitely too much sun here.

“What..what are you doing here?” A feminine voice stuttered.

It was something distant and yet, very familiar. His eyes opened again and abruptly sat up on the floor. He remembered where he was by now – or rather, when he was.

He looked up at the woman who had been in his thoughts for a while. Her jaw was opened, her eyes wide, her hair slightly disheveled and she was wearing some large loose shirt which let her legs show. He smirked.

“Hello!” He rasped.

She seemed to process his word and finally greeted him back. She bent down to gather the broken pieces of the weirdly bright colored pot she had certainly been holding in her hands before dropping it when she spotted him. She left for a few seconds and came back with a wet cloth to wash the liquid that was spilled on her odd floor. When she was done, she gave him a shy look.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here? How did you come?”

Halfdan smiled and stood up. “Don’t you celebrate the day you were born today? I thought it was a pattern for us to meet on that special occasion.”

“Maybe…I did not make any wish this time, though.”

“You have your ways, I have mine”. He answered in an enigmatic tone but she was still curious.

“Magic, I guess?”

He nodded. “Of some sort.”

“Why are you here?” She asked, extremely confused.

He approached her, extending a hand to play with a strand of her hair. He scrutinized her face since he did not have to pleasure to do so during the former two times they had met. It seemed so soft and spotless, quite different from the women he knew. It was also very inviting so his hand let go of her hair to run along her cheek.

“I have to admit I was highly suspicious of you at first but when you mentioned something about your birthday wish, I figured the Gods wants us to meet. It was fate.”

She put her hand on his, he got closer as he kept explaining himself. “I went to the Seer who told me my adventurous destiny was waiting for me much further than I thought. It was not the first time he said those words but I always thought I was made to discover every new land until I had reached my destination. Now, I understand what he was meaning.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you saying you are here to stay?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s up to the Gods and their mysterious ways. We should enjoy it while we can.”

He pecked her lips. “You got any food? I’m starving.”

¤ ¤

Gaby filled the dishwasher while Halfdan was relaxing on her couch after stuffing his face with the brunch she had prepared: eggs, ham, cheese, potatoes with juice, coffee and tea, that he happened to like more.

She could not help pinching her skin again. Having a Viking in her home could not possibly be true and yet, here he was…and maybe for a long time. It would take a while for him to adjust since he was watching every object around him suspiciously but he was an adventurer so she was certain he would manage in the end.

“What are the plans for today?”

His voice almost made her jump. She had not heard him at all, too lost in her thoughts.

“Nothing special.” She replied. “A nice bath to relax, I’ll probably bake some birthday cake and then I’ll cook some pasta dish for dinner.”

“No big celebration? Nobody is coming here?”

“It is…quite difficult nowadays. To make a long story short, there is some kind of plague going on. We can’t really visit each other and all the places when where we can eat and drink are closed, as well as cinemas or museum.”

He frowned. “What are those?”

“Places to have some fun.” She did not really want to get into the details since she was not ever sure he would go there once. “I could offer you to go outside but we will have to wear a mask.”

Halfdan let out a disgusted sound when she pointed at the numerous masks lying on her cupboard. “No, thank you. I might be up for a bath, though. Shall we?”

“Together?” She squeaked in spite of herself.

“Well, of course”. He eyed her up and down. “Besides it’s not like I have not seen it all before.”

Gaby felt herself blushing like an innocent teenage girl even though the idea of sharing a bath with him was very tempting.

She led Halfdan to her bathroom where he looked everywhere with wide eyes. It gave her time to prepare the bath, adding some lavender bubble bath and relaxing oil. She turned off the water when there was enough and looked at him shyly again. “Bath is ready.”

Halfdan started at the foam suspiciously before getting undressed, and dipped in. Gaby did the same, trying to ignore the fact that he was ogling her shamelessly. The water had a relaxing effect on her and she leaned back against the tub. On the opposite side, Hafldan mimicked her actions.

“Relaxing, isn’t it?”

“It is…how long do we have to stay here?”

Gaby laughed. “Impatient, are we?”

“I’m just not used to laziness, that’s all.” He bit back teasingly.

She threw some water at him playfully. Halfdan suddenly leaned forwards and pulled her against him. She immediately felt his hardness. Her breath hitched as his hand travelled down her back, her ass and her thigh that he grabbed to make her straddle him. He slid into her with a deep sigh. Gaby’s head tilted backwards in pleasure.

“I guess I could get used to this type of laziness.” He rasped before moving in and out of her.

Gaby gripped his shoulders to steady herself and meet his thrusts. The water splashed gently against the tub and soon, only the sound of their lovemaking could be heard.

¤ ¤

After their steamy sexual encounter, they got out of the tub. Gaby gave Halfdan more comfortable clothes that her ex-boyfriend had left in her apartment. It was really confusing to see him wearing some pants and a tee-shirt with his warrior demeanor. It was also very charming if she was honest with herself.

Later, he helped her bake her chocolate birthday cake – well, more like created a mess in her kitchen – but they had fun. Gaby was happy to fall into some sort of domestic life with him. It had been a long time and it felt nice to have someone around her during those very particular times.

Halfdan talked to her about some of his travels and raids. She winced at some of the most gruesome details but enjoyed every word. After all, it was as if she was watching a live documentary about Vikings. Only, it was better than television, better than the show she had enjoyed watching so much. To her surprise, Halfdan was a great story teller, very passionate and entertaining. He was answering all of her questions, pleased to see she was interested in everything he had to tell.

Dinner time came quickly. Halfdan devoured the pasta Gaby had prepared and then watched her blow the candles on her birthday cake.

“What did you wish for this time?”

She smiled. “It will not come true if I tell you.”

He rolled his eyes at her answer. A playful smile suddenly curved his lips upwards. “I am here. What more could you ask for?”

It was her turn to roll her eyes at his cockiness. “Of course. Still, I will not tell you my wish, you sexy murderous Viking.”

His smile widened. “You like calling me that, don’t you? I remember you saying it last time.”

“You remember too many things.” She mumbled under her breath.

Halfdan chuckled. “My brother keeps telling me that.”

Gaby suddenly frowned, thinking of Harald. “Does he know you are here?”

“I told him everything, of course.”

“And he let you leave?” From what she knew of Harald, he was quite possessive when his brother was concerned.

“My brother has his own destiny and I have mine.” He smiled. “To be truthful, he was more inclined to let me leave because he knew it was about a woman. Helpless romantic! I only hope none of them will try and kill him while I’m gone, no matter how long it is.”

Gaby felt a slight pang in her chest when he reminded her that there was a slight chance for him to disappear one day, just as fast as he had arrived. Halfdan sensed her sudden mood change and rose up from his chair to join her. He made her stand up before attacking her lips with a kiss that left them both breathless. They exchanged a lustful gaze.

“Why don’t you show me how sexy you think I am in that oddly over comfortable bed of yours?”

How could she say no to such a proposition?

First, she cleaned up everything while Halfdan was trying to get familiar with his new surroundings and was purposely avoiding the television, a television that he had almost destroyed when she had turned it on to show him what it was. He would definitely need more time with new technology.

When she was done, the two of them went to bed where they had sex and talked some more about Halfdan’s adventures. He held her in his arms. Gaby was happy to have spent another special and eventful birthday for the third time but also worried that there was a possibility he might not be here tomorrow when she would wake up.

Before falling asleep though, she remembered Halfdan’s earlier words. We should enjoy it while we can. He was right. For the moment he was there with her, maybe for a day or maybe for ten years but either way, they seemed to share some special bond as if their destinies were linked. It meant that no matter what happened, they would always find each other again.

Tagging (please tell me if you want to be added or removed): @naaladareia @flowers-in-your-hayr @gearhead66 @therealcalicali @tephi101 @ivarswickedqueen @akamaiden @peaceisadirtyword @captstefanbrandt @mblaqgi @medievalfangirl

#birthday fic #vikings #gaby's birthday #@naaladareia's birthday #halfdan x oc #Halfdan the Black #romance #modern au #smut

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lailyn · 3 years

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The Great Anzac Bake-Off

"Is that all you're having?" Stephen frowned. "It doesn't look very filling."

"It is a biscuit made of oats and baked in heavy syrup and butter. I assure you, it is more filling than your three-egg quinoa omelette," Loki mumbled as he nibbled on his sweet treat at an agonisingly slow pace. "It was certainly enough to fill the bellies of tens and thousands of soldiers back in the first World War. How kind of Darryl to remind me."

Stephen went quiet.

"I worry about you sometimes," he confessed.

"Why in the Nine would you?"

“Worry is too strong a word…” Stephen muttered. “Wonder, maybe.”

He watched Loki listlessly stir the cold milk with the cookie clockwise, then, anticlockwise several times.

"I wonder where you are," Stephen finally mumbled to himself.

"I had no idea your eyesight was so bad," Loki sniffed. "I am right here."

"No, I mean...temporally speaking," Stephen said. "Your headspace doesn't sound like it's in the 21st century right now."

"Maybe it isn't."

Loki's sullen mood was a far cry from the ray of sunshine that had waltzed in through the Sanctum's front door that morning. Stephen wondered if he had upset Loki when he refused to partake in the gift of baked goods Loki had brought with him from New Asgard.

"It was my turn to cook for our breakfast date this week," Stephen reminded.

Loki shrugged and said nothing.

At the sight of Loki's crestfallen face, Stephen's resolve faltered. He was not a fan of sweets but...

"I'll have some later, okay?" Stephen placated. "They look sweet but I have braved far worse."

"Are we talking about the famine soup again?" Loki asked, stone-faced. "I was only paying tribute to my dear friend Alexis.”

At the look of confusion on Stephen’s face, he queried incredulously, “Alexis Soyer? You do not know of him?”

“Should I?” Stephen returned coolly.

“He was the unsung hero of the hungry and the poor. His soup kitchen fed thousands of starving Irish for free during the Great Irish Famine."

The facade cracked, and an embarrassed flush coloured Stephen’s cheeks.

"No, I get it. I just…" he searched for the right words to say but he only ended up hesitating for far too long. "I guess I'm trying to figure out where I fit in."

"You need to stop being jealous of every dead friend I once had, Stephen."

Stephen had to center himself and think. Loki's thought process was difficult enough to follow on a normal day. A nostalgic Loki's was next to impossible, but Loki only ever said Stephen's name in that tone whenever he felt personally affronted.

"That is not what I meant at all," Stephen said apologetically

Loki crossed his arms over his chest. "Then what did you mean?"

"There are times when I'm talking to you and it feels like I'm talking to a different you. A you from another time."

"Is that concerning?" Loki wondered aloud. The minimal shrug he gave a split-second later belied the deep frown on his face. "For you, maybe."

Stephen had learnt from experience that the quickest, most effective (if not the least painful) method to break down Loki’s walls was by appealing to his inherent sentimentality...and the way to do it was by being very honest.

Stephen mustered the courage to raise his head and look Loki right in the eye. “Yes, it is very concerning. I don’t want to lose you, Loki.”

The last of the cookie slipped from between Loki’s fingers and plopped into the milk.

“...That’s utterly ridiculous,” Loki said unconvincingly after a while. He fumbled with a teaspoon to dig the biscuit out but the harder he tried, the more it dissolved in the milk.

He gave up and threw the spoon across the table, inadvertently splashing droplets of milk everywhere and splattering Stephen’s arm in the process.

Without thinking, Loki reached out and irately wiped the back of Stephen’s hand with the sleeve of his tunic. “Why would you say such things?”

Stephen’s unhappy countenance was damning in its silence.

“Say something,” Loki forced through crumbling layers of pride and gritted teeth.

Stephen’s gaze shifted, looking anywhere but the eyes peering anxiously at him.

“I wonder of the stories you would tell when I’m gone. I wonder if you would think of me at all.”

Loki heaved a longanimous sigh.

“Oh, Doctor." He gave the back of the now-clean hand an awkward pat. "It is only a biscuit.”

"Is it?" Stephen asked sadly.

Loki studied the thin line of Stephen's lips, and how the blue irises had darkened to a slate gray under eyes more hooded than usual.

“Is it really that bad?” Loki asked softly. "My sharing the sweetness of the past with you?”

"Call me selfish, but I'd rather we work on our own story. For the future."

That caught Loki by surprise. "Do you foresee one with me?"

The clock on the wall mocked Loki with every ticking of the second hand.

With a sneer as bitter as his smile, he scoffed, "Of course. Your lips are sealed. I didn't know what I was expecting."

"Everything I have ever said to you is the truth," Stephen said.

"A curated truth," Loki spat. "A lie would be much kinder."

"I love you," Stephen said sharply. "I didn't lie about that."

"I cannot think of the future when I am with you, Strange," Loki snapped. "Not with you knowing what you know."

"Then think of the present," Stephen pleaded. He reached for Loki's hand. "Be in the present.”

“We’re all relics in the end," Loki whispered.

"Until then, be with me," Stephen implored fiercely. "If you won't be mine, just be in the present. With me.”

"I am not lamenting a secret lover who fought and died in the war, Strange," Loki said.

Then who was Darryl? Stephen sorely longed to ask, but Loki beat him to the punch.

"Darryl was Thor's roommate when he was moonlighting in Australia some years ago. I stole these from the box of goodies he must have sent my Brother for Anzac Day."

"Anzac Day?"

"Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. To commemorate their fallen in the Gallipoli Campaign in World War I and in all the allied campaigns thereafter, their countrymen bake biscuits."

"Surely that is not all they do."

"It is no different than the libation we used to drink to honor Odin's chosen heroes on the Feast of the Einherjar," Loki said, his eyes taking on a thousand-yard stare. "It is a tradition that has endured the test of time."

With that last revelation, Loki visibly shrank in his seat; he looked small and young and yet every one of his thousand-odd years.

"The recipe has remained unchanged for over a hundred years," Loki mumbled. "I brought some for I had wished to share them with you."

The sweetness of the past, Loki had said.

And Stephen had ruined it all in a fit of petty jealousy.

He grabbed the last biscuit out of the plastic box and took a bite. For an oat biscuit, it was very crunchy.

"This isn't a biscuit," he mumbled through a mouthful of crumbs. "It's a cookie."

Loki watched Stephen chew with wary eyes still steeped in hurt.

"It's protected under food naming regulations. Calling it a cookie could earn you a heavy fine."

"Seriously?"

"Do you like it?"

"It's...sweet." Stephen drilled the tip of his tongue into one of his back molars. "It might have just given me a cavity."

Loki laughed a soft, tinkling chuckle that momentarily returned the light to his eyes. But to Stephen's great dismay, the mirth did not last for long.

"You never did ask me properly."

"I could ask it again if I knew which question you're alluding to."

Loki tilted his head curiously. "How can I be yours if you never asked me?"

Stephen licked his lips. For some reason they had gone dry all of a sudden. "Guess I didn't want to come across as a possessive asshole."

"We're fighting over a biscuit you thought I was only eating because I was mourning a dead lover who did not even exist," Loki said flatly.

"Touché." Stephen cleared his throat. "Umm. Are you mine?"

Loki only rolled his eyes. "That's very bold of you."

"Are you?" Stephen asked, painfully aware of how desperate he sounded to his own ears.

"You are putting the onus on me to answer your very one-sided question." Loki shook his head with a disappointed sigh and held out his hand. "Will you give me the rest of that? I don't think you deserve it after all."

"No." Stephen palmed the half-eaten cookie possessively into a fist. What was he doing wrong?

He stared at the outstretched hand in front of him and pondered Loki's request.

Of course.

Stephen closed the palm of his other hand over the long, white fingers. "Loki Odinson…"

Loki stared at him in stunned silence.

At that moment in time, Stephen knew there was absolutely nothing he would not do to dispel the sheer terror from Loki's suddenly red-rimmed eyes.

"Will you give me the honour of calling you mine for the rest of my life?"

The God of Mischief's face had gone almost as white as the curdling milk in front of him.

"Loki? Are you alri - "

Before Stephen could finish, Loki hurled himself across the table and a flurry of arms wrapped themselves tightly around him.

"I will." Loki showered Stephen with kisses on his lips and all over his face, "I will, I will, I will!"

Stephen laughed giddily and he returned Loki's kisses with as much, if not more fervor, every single one of them.

Once they realised they still needed to breathe, they parted reluctantly.

Stephen fingered the hollow of his now-fiancé's cheek. “But the famine soup...really isn’t that nutritious, you know.”

“It’s got bits of meat in it,” Loki argued.

“Which you dug out and hid in your napkin when you thought I wasn't looking,” Stephen chastised lightly. “Then the soup becomes nothing but sugar and flour.”

Loki happily wrapped his arms around Stephen's neck once more. "Will you help me eat it from now on? I can't digest cheap cuts very well and I'd hate to waste perfectly good food."

"For you, babe..." Stephen pulled Loki's face toward him for another kiss, "There's nothing I won't do."

It could be the syrup or it could be true love, but it tasted sweet as hell; now that Stephen could partake in it to his heart's content, he knew he was the most blessed man in the universe.

"I love you, Loki."

"And I, you, Doctor."

Oh, he was blessed alright.

#strangefrost #love and fine dining #fluff

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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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Whitmore Guy and more dead bodies

Whitmore Guy masterlist

word count: 1877

She sat on her couch and watched Mal bring all the plates from the living room and place them on the kitchen counter. Somehow, him being a massive creeper and a liar liberated her from cleaning her own house. Mal really looked like he enjoyed it though.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you”, he said nonchalantly, like he wasn’t noticing the intense look Y/N has been giving him, “that little whole on the wall, what’s the story behind this?”

He walked up to the wall crossing the line and cutting the kitchen space from the living room and pointed at the little notch in the dark wood that looked like a cut.

“I threw a plate once and it crashed into this place, knocking out a piece of wood”, she said. They both looked at it for a second.

“Why?”

She rubbed her knees.

“I don’t really remember. I know it was late at night, and I was sitting at the table, and I panicked for some reason. I couldn’t eat again. So I threw my plate full of potatoes away, and there was food everywhere. But I don’t remember what made me so angry, and definitely don’t remember cleaning. It was like… a thousand years ago”.

“Hmm”, he said and walked to the couch slowly, placing himself next to her. They fell silent for some time.

“I told you, I’m going crazy. I keep forgetting simple things, like from half a year ago, or a year ago”.

“That’s normal”.

“It’s very weird how I forget separate fragments. And recently I found this playlist with music on my phone that I don’t remember making. What’s that all about?”

She looked at him, testing his concentration, like he was also guilty about her amnesia and madness.

Mal replied with his understanding look, the one they shared when they spoke without words. His eyes said, that sucks, and she said, I know.

“And I remember being happy, like last summer, that’s the funniest thing. I don’t know what happened, but it just drained, and I can’t go on pretending like I’m still me. Something’s happened, and Damon refuses to tell me. But I remember vividly being very, very happy last year. But get this – I don’t remember why”.

“Don’t freak out”, his hand laid on her palm and squeezed her fingers lightly. Y/N absently looked at his hands and couldn’t move.

“You’ve lost a friend. It’s been a tough spring. It gets better, yeah? I promise you. By Christmas time you will be happy again, no – I predict you will be. I know it”.

He sighed deeply and let go of her hand. Her fingers went cold.

“Why were you watching me sleep, Mal?”

He wasn’t taken aback by her question. He blinked twice, confused, like she was asking why the space is dark.

“Because you fell asleep in my bed while I was in it. Who told you I was?”

“Bonnie touched you and saw it. She’s a witch, remember?”

“She does look like a witch, it’s hard to forget-”

“You were in my house. You were watching me in my house”.

Mal looked emphatic, like he was treating a terminal patient who was also insane. He didn’t look guilty, or awkward at all. Y/N secretly admired the nerve of this guy.

“So, I was”, he said quietly, and his neck swayed like a snake as he tilted his head. His eyes went completely bleak, like he was about to eat off her face.

“How did you get into my house?”

“That’s not the right question you’re asking. It’s not difficult to get into a house”.

She felt cold shivers run down her spine, unwanted arousal together with horror – for the first time, finally, he scared her properly. And what did she feel? Horny.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Mal Osbourne”, he replied when she barely finished the sentence.

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want”.

There was a heavy pause filling space between them like poisonous gas. She realized she couldn’t hold on anymore. There was the sense of fear, but no danger. She was either numb or stupid; she couldn’t see him as a threat. She knew he was one, but it felt fake, it was double fake – his personality, and then, his supposed danger that he had to present. All she wanted to do was to grab him by his shirt and pull him to her face to breathe him in.

“God, you’re not even fighting it, are you?” he whispered, little dimples appearing on his cheeks although he wasn’t smiling.

“You’re the only real thing that’s happened to me in months. And you just happen to be a sociopath with a plan”.

“I’m no menace to you”.

She didn’t like the way he emphasized ‘you’.

“You want a ham sandwich?”

She shook her head no, and said to herself, ‘I want you to kiss me’. She couldn’t utter it out, but he read her mind. How, she didn’t know. Mal leaned in and Y/N grabbed his neck like her life depended on it; their mouths crashed into each other, and she took a deep breath as he touched her teeth with his tongue. Shivers vibrated on her ribs, and she could feel both his hands wrapping her, and it felt right, like it was his place. Mal pressed her into the couch pillows and his hand slid down to her thigh, his touch firm, possessive. Y/N’s limbs were magnetized, moving towards him, like her body didn’t even belong to her anymore. All she knew, brain or skin, was him, that he pulled her to himself, pressing, devouring her slowly, as he drank from her mouth, heating her like a match. How hot could it get? She couldn’t think. Y/N scratched his neck, delving her nails into his skin in an animalistic urge to come closer. Her knees spread by themselves as she let him slide in between, his smell making her dumb. Nothing. There was nothing in her head except the sound of her own breathing and the way he kissed her. They couldn’t let go of each other, running short of breath, and the thunderous sound behind didn’t make sense at first.

Y/N shivered and pulled away, opening her eyes and discovering her knee was high under his arm. Someone called her by the name. She looked at Mal, his mouth slightly open, his eyes, mad like his brains were completely fried. She turned around and saw Elena standing in her hall.

“There’s bodies. Your neighbors. You guys… please…”

It took about five seconds to process. Mal came to his senses quicker. He stood up, letting go of her legs, and ran his hands through his hair.

“What?”

“We were almost at the end of the street, and then the smell hit us. We checked, and there’s bodies in the house next door. Those new guys who moved in last year?”

She thought of Gray the cat.

“Larsons”.

“Exactly”.

Elena was tugging at her own hair, visibly embarrassed by what she saw. Both scenes.

“They’re all dead”.

“And the cat?”

Mal gave her a look.

“What cat?” Elena whispered.

Heavy footsteps rocked outside, and the door was pulled open. Damon looked into the living room.

“What the hell were you doing?”

Y/N blinked slowly.

“Did you call the police?”

“Is it bad?” Mal asked.

“It’s bloodbath”.

They left the house and came round the driveway, entering Larson’s yard.

Coming close to the front door, Y/N could already smell them.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go…”

She entered the hall and Mal followed her. She covered her nose with her palms as she saw three dismembered bodies in the living room. Mal didn’t let her turn the lights on.

“Don’t touch anything”.

“You’ve been with us the whole time, right?” she asked, thinking as she spoke. Mal turned to her, and his eyes shone with indignation in the twilight.

“You go from thievery to murder? Are you okay, Y/N? Why do you blame me for everything?”

They turned to make sure the vampires stayed on the porch.

“I’m not blaming you for anything, just thinking out loud”, she hissed. Her face was still hot.

“Yeah, and in your way of thinking, you gotta make sure I didn’t sneak out of the house to fucking butcher your neighbors because..? Are you seeing this shit? How am I supposed to physically do it?”

She rubbed her face and turned away to leave. Mal followed her again.

“You lied to me, didn’t you? Aw, you’re going through stuff, I understand”, he mimicked her voice, making it too thin, “you understand shit. You think if I lie about one thing I lie about everything else, too”.

She turned to him with a swing. She didn’t really want to talk about it with all the people they knew present, but the moment might be fleeting, and if she wanted to catch him, she had to do it on the spot. It didn’t help that she was still immensely aroused as she even looked at him.

“That’s how it works, Mal. And what exactly are you lying about?”

He opened his mouth angrily to answer, but someone called.

“Let’s go, I called the FBI guys”.

“The FBI?”

“Yeah, well, they said to call if anything else like this happens”.

Mal turned to Damon and looked him in the eye, directing all his frustration towards the vampire.

“Where were you?”

Damon’s face got beautifully distorted with annoyance.

“You know where I was, you creepy lizard”.

“Everything that’s happened was connected to you, Damon, and you’re notorious with your temper, and you weren’t in your best mood today”.

“He never is”, Caroline noted.

“I can’t believe this guy”, Y/N nearly yelled, “you basically just admitted lying to me…”

Everybody started talking at the same time. Mal crossed his arms on his chest and did the thing she almost learned already. He pretended to be the victim.

“Y/N, you can’t stay at your house, it’s not safe for you”, one reasonable voice said.

“Great, we’ll go sleep over at your house”, Mal nodded. Stefan was taken aback.

“What? You think I’ll leave her with you monsters?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows so high her face hurt.

“You’re going home, Osbourne”, Damon barked. Mal was standing next to him and it seemed like he even got a bit taller with his own shadow helping him. He let out a small smile, looking right into the vampire’s eyes; the amount of energy suddenly bursting around him was insane. Bonnie’s head snapped towards them two in a bird-like gesture, and she looked concerned as hell.

“I’m going with her”, Mal said quietly. Something in her stomach did a flip, and as he turned, she gave up. Stefan did, too.

“Alright, maybe… maybe it makes sense, okay? He was with us, too, and if… this is an attack on us, or a sign…” he shook his head slowly, looking at Elena, as if asking her for help.

“Let’s just go, all of us, Bonnie and Caroline too, alright? It’s better if we all stay together in one place”.

Y/N pushed through them and walked back to her house to grab some things, followed by several pairs of eyes.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries #legacies #tvd #whitmore guy

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sergeanttucker · 5 years

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Super Soldier Sandwich,PartTwo

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) throw a Party and Steve stays longer to help ‘clean up’.

Warning: Smut! ,badly written smut!, some dirty talk and swearing, oral sex (f/m receiving), a little choking, Steve’s and Bucky’s dirty mouth, lil soft/jealous/possessive Bucky, frustrated Steve, awkward Steve at the end

Word count: 4467 (Don’t know what’s going on anymore)

AN - The second part of our Sandwich is finished! Please note, this is the last part! You can still request other Sandwiches with different Characters, I’m excited to write more of them! Send me your ideas. The more Detail, the better!

AN2 - Like Always, it got out of Hand a Little. I hope you enjoy! And if you are interested to get tagged in the next Sandwich, send me an ask! I will probably open a tag list for it.

AN - It’s Kind of dirty.

Bucky carried (Y/N) into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. A squeak left her lips as she bounced off the mattress. The two men stood at the foot of the bed and let their eyes wander over (Y/N)’s naked body. A blush covered her skin as the eyes of the soldiers fell between her legs. It’s nothing they hadn’t seen before, but she still felt insecure about their intense look and closed her legs.

Their eyes snapped up to her face, and she swallowed thickly at the hungry expression on their faces. They looked as if they wanted to eat her alive! Well, Steve already did... Both of them crawled up the bed, one on each side, effectively trapping her between their rock-hard bodies.

Even though she thought of herself as a very lucky woman with both Bucky and Steve inside her bed, she couldn’t help the sudden anxiety that crept up in the back of her head. It’s as if the two orgasms she already had had sobered her up because suddenly, reality crashed into her.

How would sex with two men even work? Not to mention with two super soldiers who could snap her in half with a twist of their hands? And how was she supposed to behave around Steve after this night?

Her mouth run dry and her body began to tremble as her thoughts drew her into an undesirable series of thoughts. (Y/N) knew she was overthinking but her mind wouldn’t stop producing stupid doubts! She was so deep in thoughts she didn’t even notice the movements beside her until Bucky cupped her jaw and turned her head to face him.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. His brows were furrowed as he watched her trembling form, concern written all over his face. He stopped Steve who didn’t seem to notice her current state as he ducked his head down to press his lips against her skin.

“You okay, doll? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable.” His voice was soft and comforting.

A small smile tugged at her lips at his concern. Whatever the circumstances, Bucky’s top priority was always her well-being. (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat and touched the hand that still held her jaw. “It’s fine... Just.. Just nerves, I guess.”

Bucky watched her face for a moment longer, looking for a sign that she had lied and actually wanted to stop. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he just nodded with a soft smile on his handsome face before he leaned down and kissed her gently. “We’ll go slow. If something is wrong at any time, you tell me and I’ll kick Steve’s ass out of here. Deal?”

She only got to nod as Steve interrupted whatever she wanted to say. “What’s that supposed to mean? I would never do something without her consent!” He had an offended expression on his face, his voice a little higher than usual.

Bucky rolled his eyes and threw him a slightly annoyed look. “I know you don’t. I wouldn’t let you near her if I thought you would force her to something. Besides, I would kill you if you tried.”

(Y/N) watched him with a mix of admiration and shock. Was he serious? It very much sounded as if he were. He would kill his best friend for her? She hoped she would never find out. Should it turn her on as much as it did? Probably not.

“Is thi…” This time, it was (Y/N) who interrupted Steve, she stopped their bickering before the mood was completely killed. “Guys?! Can we please not talk about killing each other? I’m really fucking horny and need you to do something about it but if you want to fight instead, I will just get me off myself.” Both their heads spun around at her words. Steve looked intrigued. Watching her pleasure herself? Anytime! Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t look as happy as the blond man. His jaw was set into a hard line as he squinted his eyes at her.

He ducked his head down towards her ear. One of his hands grabbed her throat as he whispered to her. “If you talk to me like this one more time, I will spank your little ass until you can’t sit for a week. Got it?” His hand tightened briefly. The low timbre of his voice sent shivers down her spine as she nodded. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“No, you’re not. Not yet, at least. But misbehave one more time and you will be.” (Y/N) whimpered at his words, they never failed to make her knees weak and she was grateful she was laying on the bed, otherwise she would have fallen over.

Bucky pressed a harsh kiss to her lips, biting it so hard he almost drew blood before his mouth wandered down to suck a mark on her neck. “Now, tell me babygirl. Who do you want to fuck you first?”

Two hands belonging to two different people caressed her legs, tickling her sensitive thighs as they slowly approached their destination. They reached her slick folds at the same time, not giving her friction just resting them there. Her hips bucked up, trying to encourage them to give her what she wanted. She was at a loss for words, her mind completely blank.

“Come on, darling. Tell us what you want.” Steve had leaned down to murmur in her ear, licking the shell of her ear when he was finished. “I... I want to suck Bucky off while Steve fucks me.”

Both men groaned deeply at her breathy voice. Steve opened her legs further as Bucky drew his metal fingers through her folds, collecting the wetness to slowly circle her clit before his fingers dipped down to her entrance. A breathless moan left her lips at the contact, hips bucking upward. “Gonna open you up, baby.” He pushed one finger in, reaching deep enough to hit her special spot.

(Y/N) threw her head back and closed her eyes, gasping as Bucky’s fingertip grazed her g-spot. “Gonna open you up for Steve’s cock, so you can take him nice and deep. You want that, hm? Want your Captain to pound your little cunt?” Another finger joined the first one. Steve’s hand joined Bucky’s as he rubbed circles on her clit, edging her closer to orgasm as he dipped his head down to bite and suck at her nipple.

The sensation of two different hands between her legs and the mumbled dirty words quickly brought her dangerously close. She was already a sweaty, moaning mess as she fell apart beneath the soldier’s touches. “Shit... Yes, daddy... please. Wanna get fucked.” She was babbling, and she knew it but she couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

Steve groaned with her nipple in his mouth. He withdrew his hand and head from her, staring into her eyes with an almost animalistic look in his usual soft eyes. “Enough. I need to be inside her.”

Bucky eyed Steve sideways, his jaw was clenched as he listened to the blond man. He gave him orders? In his own bedroom? They weren’t on a mission, for fuck’s sake! Bucky swallowed the sudden anger down and turned his eyes back to (Y/N), who was still trembling underneath him. His hard expression softened a fraction as he met her gaze.

“You ready, baby? Think you can take it?” He crocked his fingers against her walls, tearing a moan out of her as she desperately nodded. “Yes! I’m ready! Please...!” she was cut off from another moan as Bucky momentarily sped up the movement of his fingers before he pulled them out of her and held them in front of her face.

“Yeah, I think you are. Look at this, you’re absolutely soaked!” He smeared his fingers over her lips, biting his own as he did. “Taste yourself, babygirl.” She willingly opened her mouth, sucking at them as Bucky pressed them down on her tongue. (Y/N) swirled her tongue around them, moaning as her own taste hit her tongue.

“Good girl.” He cupped her jaw and gave her another harsh kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth to get a taste himself. He broke the kiss and scooted a little to the side to make room for Steve who had watched impatiently.

He practically pounced on her, pressing a kiss to her lips before he sat up on his knees and with one swift movement turned her around and pulled her up on her hand and knees. Steve kneeled behind her and groaned as his eyes fell on her naked ass, still red from his earlier spanking. A mumbled “Fuck” left his lips; he just couldn’t resist and leaned down to be eye level with her dripping pussy. He licked a stripe all the way from her throbbing clit to her achingly empty hole, sending her jolting forward at the sudden pleasure.

Steve gripped her hips to pull her back against his tongue as he pressed it into her once before he leaned back up. His cock was nestled in between her wet folds, getting himself wet with her juices before the tip of his cock teased her entrance, just barely slipping the head inside before he pulled out again.

Bucky positioned himself in front of her, his cock only inches apart from her awaiting mouth. He lightly stroked himself, a smirk spread on his face at (Y/N)’s needy whimper. No matter how hard she had tried to push herself back against Steve’s dick, with his hand on her hip to hold her steady, it was useless. Her attempts to get closer to Bucky’s dick weren’t successful either. He pulled back as soon as she tried to stick her tongue out.

After an eternity, what actually was a minute, she got dizzy with desire and the need to be filled. The teasing of Steve’s cock on her clit and how he barely slipped into her, as well as the sight of Bucky pleasuring himself right in front of her, drove her insane and finally, she started to beg.

“Please... I can’t take this anymore. Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me... please.” Only sobs came out of her mouth as her hips desperately tried to rock back against Steve.

Both men chuckled at her begging and decided that she had suffered enough. Steve circled her entrance one more time before he slowly pushed into her until he bottomed out. A deep and downright sinful moan erupted from his lips when (Y/N) squeezed her walls around him as soon as he was all the way in. “Shit, Darling... you’re so fucking tight. Feels like you’re choking my dick.”

(Y/N) was too far gone to give him a proper response as the pleasure of finally being filled shot through her body. Her mouth opened in a silent moan, and if it had not been for Bucky, who had buried one of his hands in her hair, she would have fallen forward.

“Just wait until she cums.” Bucky just smirked at him, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

After a few seconds of adjusting, Steve pulled out of her before he thrust back in. It started slow since they both needed some time to adjust of being connected so intimately. But as soon as Steve’s eyes dropped down to where his cock disappeared into her, he started to thrust faster. The sight of his cock drenched in her juices was too much for him to go slow. He wanted to hear her scream his name as her essence dripped onto the sheets.

Bucky couldn’t handle the moans and gasps of (Y/N) anymore. He needed release, so he guided her mouth towards his cock, pressing his tip against her lips. “Be a good girl, baby. Suck daddy’s dick.”

An embarrassing needy whine left her lips. With one of her hand she gripped his length, holding herself up with the other. She licked a stripe up his dick, circling the head with the tip of her tongue. Bucky’s relived sigh encouraged her to suckle his tip, drawing a moan from his lips. His hand was still tangled in her strands and he used his grip on her to guide her head down so she would take him deeper.

(Y/N) was grateful for his assistance. Steve’s thrusts were getting harder and faster, the pleasure he was giving her made it hard to concentrate to suck Bucky off. The dark-haired man started to thrust his hips in rhythm with his blond friend. Pushing into her mouth when he pulled out and the other way around. (Y/N) was shoved between them, always filled to the brim with one of them as her need to cum grew by the second.

The room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, slurping sounds and the moans of all three of them. It sounded utterly sinful and dirty and gosh did she love it!

Steve’s thrusts got erratic as he felt her walls pulsing around him, indicating that she was close. So close in fact, she had to tap Bucky’s hips so he would pull out of her mouth. She could barely breath as Steve fucked one moan after another out of her, sounding breathless himself. “So damn tight and wet. Your little cunt was made for this, wasn’t it? You love it to get fucked like this, don’t you?” (Y/N) wasn’t in the state of mind for an actual conversation and just nodded frantically her head as she moaned his name. Steve leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back as he littered her back and shoulder with kisses and bites.

One of his hands travelled underneath her body and touched her clit. (Y/N) jerked forwards at the contact, moaning his name loudly. She was so close; she could almost taste it! Her eyes were screwed shut but as she opened them, a pornographic moan left her lips as she had the perfect view of Bucky and how he stroked himself to the show in front of him.

Bucky could see how close she was; (Y/N)’s face scrunched up in concentration and her mouth opened slightly. Her breathing was ragged, her hands clenching the sheets as she desperately tried to not cum in this exact moment. After all, she needed permission to do so.

He grinned and licked his lips as he watched her wrecked expression.

“She is so fucking close. Just a little more.”

(Y/N) pressed harder back against Steve while she simultaneously tried to get more friction on her swollen clit. “Steve... Captain! Please, I need to cum! Pleeease, make me cum!” A groan rumbled through Steve’s chest at her words and he sped his movements on her clit and his thrusts up. He breathed heavily in her ear, biting her earlobe as he enjoyed every sound, she made for him.

“Come on, darling. I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you cum for me. Cum, now!” The whispered demand was enough to send her right over the edge. She was no longer able to hold herself up and fell forward as she screamed his name to all heavens. Both men groaned animalistic as (Y/N) came apart for them. Steve gripped her hips to hold her up as his thrusts got sloppier as her soft walls clenched his sensitive dick even harder than before. “Fuck... Shit...” Steve was no longer able to talk properly, only a few curses left his lips as he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release.

As he watched Steve’s face distort in pleasure, Bucky felt an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. He felt his blood boil as a sudden sense of anger rose in him, but there was something else. Something that gnawed at the back of his head, a small voice whispering something to him. What was that?

He realized that it was jealousy as he watched how Steve’s thrusts lost their rhythm; they got harder as he desperately chased his own orgasm. Letting his best friend fuck his girl was one thing, but letting him cum inside her? Oh no, that’s too much. She’s his after all.

“Don’t you dare to cum inside of her.” His voice was dangerously low, a growl from the back of his throat. It sent shivers down (Y/N)’s back as a whimper left her lips when Bucky tugged her away from Steve, his dick falling out of her as he grumbled frustrated. “Shit, Buck! I was so close!”

“I know, that’s why I pulled her away from you. I’m the only one who gets to cum inside of her.” He quickly turned (Y/N) around so she faced Steve’s cock. “Go on, babygirl. Make him cum with your pretty little mouth.” Another whimper left her. She licked her lips once and gripped the base of his cock. Steve’s frustrated frown was soon replaced with an expression of utter pleasure as her wet tongue circled his sensitive head before it disappeared into her mouth. His hands gripped both sides of her head, holding her still as he bucked his hips back and forth.

(Y/N) pressed her tongue to the underside of his cock as she let him fuck her mouth. She sucked eagerly on his tip whenever she could as one of her hands cradled his balls, squeezing them gently. She gagged a few times when he hit the back of her throat but it didn’t stop her to swallow him down as far as she could. Steve’s breathing got more ragged the longer he fucked into her mouth, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

A fine layer of sweat covered his face and chest as he came closer to his release. “Fuck.. You’re so good with your mouth, darling. Gonna cum inside your throat and you will swallow everything.” He barely got these dirty words out of his mouth, constantly interrupted by groans. (Y/N)’s whimper was muffled against his pulsing cock. She could feel he was close and doubled her efforts. She took advantage of his wrecked state and took control over his movements.

She pulled him out of her mouth until only his head was between her lips and sucked. Hard. The hand that didn’t cradle his balls gripped his length and stroked him with a fast pace. Steve’s pornographic groan filled the room. He almost buckled over at the intense pleasure he was receiving. His eyes were screwed shut; his mouth opened in a loud groan as he released his seed into her mouth after a particular hard suck on his tip.

(Y/N) moaned satisfied as his taste hit her tongue and she eagerly drank it down. Her movements on his dick slowed down to help him ride out his pleasure while she simultaneously drew every last drop out of him. Oversensitivity caused Steve to pull away from her, he was light-headed and slumped onto his back on the bed. A lazy smile pulling at his lips. “God, dammit...”

(Y/N) giggled as she dropped onto the bed herself. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths to calm down. Her moment of peace was interrupted at two hands pulled at her ankles and she slid down the bed, a startled yelp left her.

Bucky spread her legs and slipped between them, leaning down to be eye level with her. He pressed a passionate kiss to her lips and pushed his tongue inside her mouth as soon as it opened. (Y/N) sighed into the kiss, her hands carding through his hair. She tugged on it as Bucky rocked against her, his cock bumping her clit.

He broke the kiss and put his forehead against hers as one of his hands wandered over her body before it came to a stop at her thigh, pulling it up and over his hip. “You got one more in you for me, babygirl?” His lips touched hers as he murmured.

What a good question. Could she cum one more time? She already had three amazing orgasms. She didn’t know if she could; she already felt boneless and tired. But by the way Bucky looked deeply into her eyes, waiting for consent, she knew she would at least try.

She nodded before she leaned up slightly to steal another kiss from the men she loved. He returned it immediately and guided his cock to her entrance, slowly pushing inside. (Y/N) hissed at the sting, she was still sensitive from the previous round with Steve but she welcomed the slight pain and slung both her legs around his lower back to push him further.

Both of them breathed heavily when he bottomed out. Bucky groaned when her walls clenched around him. “Shit, doll. Not gonna last when you squeeze me like this.” He put both his arms beside her head, caging her in before he started to rut into her. He set a slow pace, grinding against her every time he bottomed out as he kissed, sucked and bit every inch of skin he could reach, effectively marking her up to show everyone, including Steve, who she belonged to.

(Y/N) was almost overwhelmed with how much she was surrounded by Bucky. His skin dragged against hers with every of his slow thrusts, one of his hands wound into her hair to keep her in place as he marked her neck up. Breathless gasps and quiet whispers of his name left (Y/N)’s mouth, one of her hands clawing at his back when his thrust got harder, reaching her special spot with every movement of his hips.

The sound of skin slapping against skin got louder as Bucky now pounded into her, still he kept a slow pace. His forehead was once again pressed against hers, their uneven breaths mingling together. “You’re mine, doll. Only mine.” Even though she didn’t need to be reminded of this, she didn’t mind hearing him say those words. She nodded frantically as her eyes fluttered close but she quickly opened them again as Bucky tugged at her hair.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum.” Again, (Y/N) nodded, her nails dug into Bucky’s skin as his thrusts somehow got even harder. Her walls clenched around him, tearing a groan out of his throat which caused (Y/N) to whimper breathless. “James...”

“I know, baby. I can feel it. Gonna make you cum around my cock... Gonna cum inside you... Let everyone know you’re mine.” He kissed her harshly after he whispered those words loud enough for Steve to hear, one of his hands crept down between their body to rub circles against her clit. (Y/N) moaned loudly into the kiss, not only from his ministration on her body but from his words too.

She knew who they were directed to, the blond soldier still lay beside them and watched what they were doing, an irritated expression on his face when he listened to what his best friend said.

Bucky was never jealous before, so it surprised her to hear it in his voice but she had no time to follow her train of thoughts as Bucky repeatedly hammered against her g-spot. His fingers on her clit fastened their pace, he was determined to make her cum.

And he succeeded. With one more hard thrust, (Y/N) was pushed over the edge into another mind-blowing orgasm. Her walls clenched tightly around him as her legs pressed him against her. “JAAAMES....” A high-pitched drawn-out moan echoed in the room. It’s so intense, (Y/N) thought she would black out at any moment, even more so when Bucky suddenly fastened his pace and drove full force into her.

No sound left her lips as he drew her into another smaller orgasm, her walls clenched so hard around him, Bucky couldn’t take it anymore and shot spurts of his cum into her as he deeply groaned her name.

He slumped down, resting more of his weight onto her. (Y/N) embraced him; her head fell back against the mattress as she tried to catch her breath. It took Bucky quite some time to regain enough strength to pull his head out of the crock of her neck. He pressed a lazy, sloppy kiss against her lips before he trailed down to kiss one of the many marks he left on her neck, kissing it softly. “I love you, doll.” It’s a quiet whisper against her skin, but those words never failed to pull at her heartstrings. A little smile pulled at her lips as she replied with an out of breath “Love you, too.”

Bucky pressed on more kiss to her skin before he pulled away from her to go to the bathroom. When he entered the room again, (Y/N) still hadn’t moved. Her skin was flushed and her breasts heaving with every uneven breath she took. Steve watched her with admiration in his eyes and again, Bucky felt a mix of jealously and possessiveness rise in his guts. He briefly clenched his jaw before he tossed a wet cloth to him, hitting him the face. “You should clean up.”

He then crawled back between (Y/N)’s legs to clean her up. She hissed at the sting but smiled as Bucky pressed an apologetic kiss to her lips. After everyone was cleaned up, Bucky lay down beside her and tugged her against him, wrapping an around her and kissing her head lovingly. Both of their eyes closed as they basked in the company of each other.

Now that his need was quenched, Steve was unsure of what to do and nervously fiddled with his hands. Was he supposed to leave? Probably. He was about to get up as Bucky’s hand shot out and gripped his arm. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I ehh... I was about to leave.” He scratched the back of his neck as he watched (Y/N)’s eyes pop open. She looked tired and in dire need of sleep. “Stay. Please.” Her voice was only a whisper.

Steve swallowed hard before he briefly nodded and lay down beside her, his hands folded on his stomach. He didn’t know what to do or say, so he said the first thing that came to his mind. “Soo... that was... intense.”

Both Bucky and (Y/N) snorted out a laugh. Her giggle filled the room as she turned around slightly to tug him closer, taking his arm in her hand to wrap it around her waist. “Shut up, Steve.” Her voice was laced with a smile. She could imagine the slightly confused look on his face, causing her to giggle once more. Bucky smirked and mumbled a “Punk.” under his breath before everything went quiet and soon all of them were sound asleep.

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Aigoromo (Fishwoman) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Human/Fishwoman Additional Tags: Exophilia, Fishwoman, Male Reader, Reader Insert, Sex, Fish Lady Content Warnings: Eggs, Babies, Broken Leg, Tornado Words: 3881

A commission for @redgunnit ! After a man breaks his leg and loses his house and job after a tornado rips through his town, he calls upon his brother for help. His brother lives on an island supposedly protected by a water spirit, whom the reader meets shortly after arriving. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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A surprise, unprecedented tornado had ripped through your town, taking most of the homes and businesses with it. Your own house, ten years worth of work and saving, was demolished in a matter of moments. Now, with a broken shin bone and without either a home or a job, since the factory you worked for was also crushed, you sought out help from your brother.

After sitting in a hospital bed and crying for a while, you called your brother, who lived with his wife and kids on an island called Farway. Within hours of getting out of the hospital, you were on a plane out to the island with nothing but a small bag of personal items you managed to salvage and whatever money was in your savings.

The only way to get to the island was by ferry from the mainland, so your plane landed at the airport in a city west of the coastal town where the ferry was located. You took a cab from the airport straight to the ferry. Luckily, you got there just in time to catch the last ride of the day.

You sat on the deck of the ferry, stretching your injured leg out with a tight grip on the bag that had what was left of your worldly possessions. You stared at the sky as the sun was setting, a deep, deep exhaustion in your bones. Half of the sky was a grey-blue and the other half was blood red, which seemed appropriate for your mood. If you weren’t completely numb, you were just… angry. Angry that you’re entire adult life’s work lay in ruins in a town you never wanted to see again. For the first time in a long time, you had no plan, no future, no prospects. Nothing but the clothes on your back and the kindness of family.

Your brother, Caleb, was there to meet you when you got off the ferry, and after a brief, tight hug that conveyed a bevy of emotions, he picked up your bag and helped you to his car.

“I’m so glad you didn’t get more badly hurt,” He was saying as he drove you to his home. “We watched the news about it. We heard people died, and I was scared to death when I couldn’t reach your cell.”

“Yeah, it was destroyed,” You replied. “I’m going to have to replace it while I’m here.”

“You had insurance on the house, right? Are they going to pay out?”

“I don’t know,” You said. “Our town has never had a tornado go through it, so I don’t even know if I have coverage for that.” You sighed and rubbed your aching head. “I’ll call tomorrow.”

“Maybe you should just rest for a few days first, bro,” Caleb remarked, looking at you in concern. “You look beat.”

“Maybe you’re right,” You said, reclining and putting an arm over your eyes. “I’m… I’m… I don’t even have the words to describe how I feel right now. This has been the worst day of my life.”

“I know, bud,” He said with sympathy. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure this out. In the meantime, you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you like.”

“Becca won’t mind?” You asked. Becca, Caleb’s wife, didn’t have the highest opinion of you. You sort of made a bad impression on her when you first met, and it’s colored every interaction the two of you had since then.

“She’s agreed, too. Whatever she thinks of you, you’re still family in need. I love my wife, but you’re my brother. I’m always here for you.”

You clap a hand to his shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

He nodded. “No worries. The space above the garage is empty, so you can have free use of it. There’s already a fold-up cot in there, but we can get you a real bed.”

“Nah, the cot will be fine. I don’t plan on living up there long.”

“Suit yourself. Hungry?”

“If I wasn’t so tired, yeah, but right now, I want to sleep for three days.”

“Gotcha. We’re almost there.”

Caleb had moved to this island three years ago, but you’d never actually visited it. If you hadn’t been half asleep and in a considerable amount of pain, you’d have noticed what a beautiful town it actually was. Most of the buildings were painting pleasing shades of blues, greens, reds, and whites. The streets were symmetrical, even, and clean. Beautiful cast iron streetlamps lined the roads and the sidewalks were cobblestone. The buildings somehow looked decades old and brand new at the same time.

Caleb made a quick stop at the drugstore to drop off your prescription for painkillers and picked up some over the counter stuff, then a short drive brought you to his house. It was a two story Victorian style place with a detached garage, the space above which had an outside set of stairs. Oh, fuck, that would be an obstacle with your leg, but you’d figure it out. The house was blue and white and had a short pier on the water down the hill behind a fence in the backyard.

Thankfully, the boys, Jake and Jack, were already in bed for the night. You loved your nephews, but they were five and a lot to handle all at once if you weren’t ready for them.

Becca greeted you when you came in.

“Hey, hon,” She said, giving you an uncharacteristically friendly hug. “How you holding up?”

“I’m alive, but that’s about it,” You said, your voice rough with exhaustion.

“I bet,” She said with a sad smile. “The cot’s all set up for you. Do you need anything.”

“No, but thanks, Becca. I appreciate you guys putting me up until I figure out what to do,” You told her.

“Think nothing of it,” She said.

“Do you need help getting up to the apartment?” Caleb asked.

“No, I can make it if I’m careful,” You said. “I’m lucky it wasn’t my femur, so I can still bend my knee, otherwise I’d be sleeping on the porch. I think I’m going to lay down, though. It’s been a hell of a day.”

Your brother patted your back and you made your way back outside. Climbing the stairs was arduous, but eventually you made it up into the apartment. It was sparse; there was a cot, a small bathroom with a shower, and a sink and counter with a microwave on it. It reminded you of your college dorm, strangely enough, and you felt comfortable in it immediately.

Falling face-first onto the bed, you were asleep within seconds.

The next morning, you awoke and had breakfast with the family. Your nephews were nothing short of ecstatic to see you, though they were confused by your sudden appearance. You tried to explain the destruction of your life and livelihood to them in terms five-year-olds could understand.

“So now my house is broken and can’t be fixed,” You told them. “It’s just bad luck.”

“You should go talk to the fish lady then!” Jake said emphatically. His twin nodded so hard, you thought he might get whiplash.

Your head rocked back and and an amused smile formed on your face. “Fish lady?”

“Yeah-huh,” Jake said. “I saw her out in the bay. She waved at me. She’s good luck.”

“I see,” You said, and then looked to your brother for an explanation. He snickered.

“It’s a local legend,” He said. “Aigoromo the water spirit. It’s supposedly why this island has such an ideal climate. It rains when it needs to rain, it’s sunny when it needs to be sunny. There’s never huge, crushing waves or bad currents. There’s always fish, year round. It’s like this island is the only place on earth that has perfect weather all the time.”

“I should have bought my house here, then,” You grumbled bitterly.

“Sorry,” Caleb said, wincing. “I didn’t mean to rub it in.”

“No, man, don’t listen to me. I’m just being salty,” You assured him. You turned to your nephews. “So how do I get good luck from the fish lady?”

“You gotta make her like you,” Jack said. “When we saw her, we threw flowers in the water.”

“Nuh-uh!” Jake protested. “We were feeding the ducks!”

“You were feeding the ducks! I was throwing flowers!”

“Flowers are stupid! She liked that I was feeding the ducks more!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Boys, that’s enough,” Becca said.

“So to get her to like me so that I can get my luck back, I give her flowers and/or feed ducks?” You asked with an indulgent smile. The boys nodded their head at the same time. “Well, I guess I’ll have to try that, then.”

Caleb laughed and shook his head and Becca herded the kids upstairs for their baths.

Later that night, you were having difficulty sleeping. The pain-killers that you’d picked up that day helped dull the sharp pain in your lower leg, but it made you feel itchy and extremely restless. You fought your way down the staircase, into the backyard and went to sit on the pier, stretching out your leg.

You looked out over the water, sort of mulling over your recent bad luck. It was pretty here, with the moon rising over the bay. Looking down, you noticed a little stack of flowers, nothing fancy, just wild daisies and dandelions. Sniffing a laugh out of your nose, you picked the little bundle up and laid them in your lap, picking up one of the daisies and just plucking the petals off and blowing them out in the water, honestly for something to do that wasn’t just sitting there, feeling uncomfortable and anxious about your future.

You heard a splash in the distance that caught your attention. It was dark, but the moon was out and over the water. After a minute of squinting, you didn’t see anything, and you relaxed.

Until you looked down into the water at the edge of the dock and saw wide eyes looking back at you.

Your leg prevented you from scuttling back on the pier like a startled crab, so you were frozen in place as the eyes rose up out of the water and stared at you. The eyes were set into a face that was light blue with purple contours, orange stripes, and no nose. There were large frilly gills around its neck that were thin and membranous. It swam closer and placed it’s webbed hands on the pier, staring at you curiously.

“Holy shit…” You whispered, not sure what you should do. It’s mouth was open, and you could see teeth, but they were like ridges, one on the bottom and two on the top with a gap between them. It chittered at you, as if expecting something. Looking around you, you saw the flowers still in your lap. Unable to think of anything else to do, you scooped them up and handed them to the creature carefully, concerned it would bite you or attack with the claws on its hands.

It reached out and took the flowers, and as your fingers grazed its hand, you were suddenly flooded with emotions and thoughts that didn’t belong to you. It left you reeling and dizzy, and by the time your head stopped swirling, the creature had disappeared.

Your heart was racing and you stared out over the water, expecting to see it again, but you didn’t. You stayed out there for two hours, but it didn’t return.

Your leg wasn’t hurting anymore and the itchiness had subsided, so you decided to try and go back inside and sleep, hoping when you woke up, this would have just been a dream.

You did dream, in fact, about underwater worlds and strange creatures similar to the one you’d seen, slowly fading away, until there was only one left, and you awoke feeling an intense sensation of loneliness that you couldn’t explain.

For the rest of the day, you were distant and unfocused. Your brother blamed it on the pain-medication, but you actually hadn’t taken any since the day before. The sharp pain that was in your leg had faded to a dull ache.

Around dinnertime, you got a call from your attorney:

“Good news,” He said. “They’re going to pay out your insurance.”

“You’re kidding me!” You exclaimed, overjoyed. “You said it could take months to get an answer, and even then, they might not pay out!”

“Well, it looks like it’s your lucky day,” He said with a smile in his voice.

Lucky, huh? “Yeah, I guess so,” You said.

That day, you made a special trip to the florist under the guise of buying Becca some flowers to thank her for being hospitable, which was partially true, but you also bought a bouquet for the creature in the bay. You wondered if it ate them, or just liked the look of them. Either way, you chose flowers that were both pretty and edible and hid them in your apartment above the garage.

After presenting the bouquet to Becca and taking the family out to celebrate, you told them all that you were exhausted and retired to the apartment, but in reality, you felt anxious and impatient, wanting to test how far this “good luck” was going to get you.

Caleb and his family finally went to bed around eleven that night, and you hobbled your way down the steps of the apartment with far more ease than the night before. You had the bouquet in your hand and sat carefully arranged your legs on the pier into a comfortable position, waiting.

An hour passed, and there was no sign of it. You took out one of the flowers, an orange nasturtium, and flung it out into the water. One by one, you took a flower from the bouquet and tossed it into the waters of the bay.

Then, it appeared in the distance. Your heart jumped up in your throat as it came closer. You still had a number of flowers left, but you wanted it to stay for a while. You wanted to try and communicate with it. As it came closer, you scooted back a little and took out a peony, holding it out. You were enough of a distance away that it would have to come up on the pier to get it.

It trilled, reaching out for the flower, but you motioned for it to come up on the pier.

“Come on,” You coaxed. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

It was hard to gauge its facial expressions, but you thought it might be confused.

“Can you understand me?” You asked slowly, but the look of confusion remained. You sighed and scooted closer, holding out your hand. “You communicate in a different way than me, don’t you?” You asked.

The creature seemed to make a decision, and pulled itself up to sit on the pier. Oh. Well, now you knew it was female. She was muscular and had no breasts, but there was very clearly… lady parts… between her legs. She had blue scales with orange ridges and frills like the ones around her neck flowing around her waist, as well. There were also patches of white scales around her belly and shoulders.

You held out the flower, but she knocked it away and took your hand. Suddenly, you saw yourself, saying the words, “Can you understand me?” but it was harsh and garbled and sounded like an animal attempting to speak. You could barely make out what it was supposed to sound like and only had the flower in your hand as a context clue.

Then, you saw a world underwater, and the sounds of other creatures communicating with each other, the words like a song. You couldn’t understand what was being said, but you felt the emotions through the creature.

“I see…” You whispered.

The creature tilted its head, and you felt a question come from it and flow into you. It wasn’t words, not exactly, but you understood the gist of it. Who are you? Why are you here?

In your head, you ran through the memories of your house, how hard you’d worked to buy it and how it had been destroyed in a matter of minutes, leaving you injured and homeless.

She felt your sorrow and absorbed it. In return, she flooded you with comfort and ease, showing you beautiful light and waving fronds, giving you the feeling of a gentle wave, like rocking a child to sleep. Peaceful.

You were lost in the flood of sensations and emotions she poured into you, and by the time you came back to awareness, dawn was breaking. Surprised by the sun on the horizon, you looked at her and smiled in thanks, trying to convey it wordlessly while the two of you were still connected.

Several weeks passed, and she came to visit you every night. During this time, your leg healed twice as quickly as it should have, the insurance company paid out nearly half a million dollars, and you’d taken a job with the butcher in town near the florist. A house by the wharf came up for sale, meaning you could buy it and move there. It even had an enclosed boat dock attached to it so that Aigoromo, which you’d taken to calling her since she couldn’t tell you her name even if she had one, could come and visit you without being seen.

Aigoromo was a constant presence since the day she revealed herself to you. Even during the day, if you looked out at the water, you could see her now and then, just watching you go about your day, and you would smile at her, feeling warm and tranquil. She would smile back and disappear under the water.

When you got the key to your house, she came to visit you the same day, coming up out of the water inside the boat dock. She seemed anxious about something.

You reached for her hand. What’s wrong?

She filled your mind with a flurry of images. It was hard to sort them all out, but you saw one picture very clearly: eggs. You suddenly understood. It was mating season, and she had no one to mate with.

She had shown you a while ago that most of her kind had either left this region when humans began to settle here, or died off when the humans began to over fish, before laws were put in place to stop those practices. As such, she had been alone here for many years.

You were sympathetic, but you didn’t know how to help. What can I do?

She took your hand and pressed it to her cold slit and trilled at you, spreading her legs and laying down on the wet wood of the dock, the frills around her entrance waving like the fingers of an anemone.

Your heart began to race and you looked at her in alarm. It’s true, sharing your emotions and memories with her had made you feel very close to her, and you felt a great affection for her, but… could you do this? More to the point, did you want to?

Aigoromo seemed to sense your uncertainty and took your hand, flooding your mind with an emotion: love. It was stronger than saying it out loud could ever have been; you really felt it in a way you never had from anyone else. It warmed the body and eased the soul.

“I didn’t realize…” You said, softly, knowing that talking too loud was grating to her ears. You tried to convey it silently, and she nodded in understanding. In your minds eye, you showed her a picture of people kissing followed by a questioning feeling. She rose up and pressed her lips to yours. This was a good start.

You began to remove your clothing, and she watched with interest. She’d communicated that she didn’t understand the purpose of clothing, and you tried to help her understand that humans didn’t deal well with cold and, well, there were laws. She understood the cold part, but not the law part.

After you had disrobed, she looked at your body curiously, using her hands to explore. She seemed mighty interested in how your length throbbed and grew as she touched it. She spent some time enthralled in how your body reacted to her touch, and you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. She looked up and chirruped questioningly. Since she was touching you, you were able to convey wordlessly that it felt good, so she continued.

She lay back again, and you climbed over her, kissing up her body. You could feel it from her perspective and could perceive how she was feeling as you did it. She liked it. A lot.

It was a little strange, as she had no breasts to lavish attention on, but you made up for it by just touching her, which she seemed perfectly happy with.

As you moved to meet her lips, the tip of your cock touched the frond-like frills of her opening, and they seemed to guide you inside, creating an incredible suction around you that was mind-blowing, and you gasped. She trilled in response, feeling what you felt.

You began to move, pressing your warm body close to her cool one, kissing her neck and caressing the frills around her head. She clawed at your back, which drew blood, but didn’t hurt and seemed to heal immediately, heightening the sensation.

Your pace quickened, and she gurgled in response. The shared pleasure between the two of you made the experience unlike anything you’d ever felt before and you were bathing in it, drowning. You raised up on your knees, grasping her waist and thrusting hard, your body slapping wetly against hers, and she looked at you with her huge orange eyes, drawing her claws down your chest.

She was squeezing tightly from inside, and you could feel a ripple as she began to crash into the wave of ecstasy. You came at the same time, releasing deep into her and moaning over and over again.

You spent weeks with her during her mating period, making love over and over. Most people assumed you were taking the time to put up your house, but in reality, the house was still bare inside. Soon, mating season ended, but she still came to see you, to share her experiences and converse with you in the only way she could. You’d go swimming with her sometimes, and you had to admit, you’d never been happier.

A year passed. A new legend had popped up among the townspeople, one that said the water spirit had found her mate, and that there were now little Aigoromos living in the bay. People swore they had seen little heads the size of small children bobbing out of the water, only to disappear when people called out to them.

When you heard these stories, you’d smile and laugh. Then you’d buy a bouquet of flowers and head to your boathouse to make tiny crowns for your little visitors, due to come with their mother after the sun went down.

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hellsbovnd · 4 years

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what its like to pretend.

wc: 2719 focus: leonnaux altoix a/n: caught a writing bug. first installment of probably a three-part series, but i have other stuff i wanna work on before i continue this! thanks ebonguard for sprinting with me and encouraging my Mess lol

and i swam in the wakes of imposters just to feel what it’s like to pretend;

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One of the greatest skills that Leonnaux possessed was the ability to blend in, despite his burning desire to stand out. It hadn’t been easy to forge these skills, and the early days were rife with trial and error while his makeup work steadily improved, while he picked up little tricks to alter his figure or the way he carried himself—gait being one of the most difficult things to consciously alter. These days, he felt as comfortable in the skin of someone else as he did in his own.

The best way to test his disguises, he’d found was of course in the midst of other people—parties, nights out on the city streets. While he always asked for at least passing approval of his disguise ideas from Edda—“I’m asking you if you think this is convincing, not if you think it’s attractive,” he would occasionally remind her for his zanier ideas—the only way to really tell was among strangers (or better yet those he knew before, but he honestly would feel bad for deceiving his friends in such a way).

If no one was suspicious, it would get added to his repertoire—filed away for future use.

Tonight he’d chosen a dive bar in one of Ul’dah’s seedier areas: far away from the sort of establishment he would usually frequent, but the food was good, at least. Never tried a drink before, didn’t want to risk it at the time just in case drinking made it harder to maintain a façade. He had used this establishment to test disguises before and the bartender remained unconvinced of his authenticity for the entire night. That had been over a year ago, though, and he liked to think that he had improved substantially since then.

As Leonnaux made his way inside, he found the bar was just as smoke-choked as he remembered it. The lanterns on each of the tables were forced to cut their way through a thick curtain of smoke to illuminate the space. Leonnaux wrinkled his nose at the smell, his hands buried in his pockets, a wry smile pulling at the corners of his lips. The establishment was very nearly filled to capacity, with a number of patrons drinking their sorrows at the bar or engaged in a merry night of banter at one of the tables.

One or two parties were even engaged in some heated card games on the balcony above, but he wasn’t in the mood for cards tonight—he was in the mood to get even.

The disguise of the night was on the subtler side of things; unlike his adventure in Ishgard during the Fury’s Moon, he tried to keep his appearance fairly close to his actual appearance. It was often the subtle changes that were the easiest to pull off, even if they went against his usual philosophy of every impression you make on a stranger should be wrong.

In Ishgard, that philosophy meant making drastic changes in both appearance and manner. Tonight, however, the policy was applied more loosely. He didn’t change the color of his hair, or even the length tonight—though the character that he had constructed presented herself in a more feminine manner than Leonnaux typically did in his day-to-day life—and more rough and tumble besides. He donned a pair of leather pants that he had picked up recently, and threw on a leather long coat on top of it. He settled on compromising with well-fitted, cropped halter top that would hide the fact that his cleavage was fake while still exposing enough abdomen to be provocative. He shed his usual gloves in favor of armguards and feathers reminiscent of a magpie’s iridescent blue-green plumage were intertwined with short braids just in front of his ears.

A little makeup work smoothed down sharp angles and strong lines in his face; eyeliner, mascara, and kohl framed his eyes—glamoured to be mismatched shades of hazel—for a suitably intense look when paired with dark lipstick. And of course, a pendant was tucked into his shirt to change his voice so that he would not have to strain to maintain a higher timbre for the night—which without magic would be the one aspect of his person that was unlikely to pass muster while wearing a feminine guise.

“Evening,” the bartender greeted with a smile, tossing the rag he was using to dry newly-cleaned glasses over his shoulder. “What can I get ya?” He was an scrutinizing fellow, a Duskwight with a discerning eye. The sun had given his skin a little more color over the years than he would have had naturally, stealing enough of the grayness from his skin that were it not for the clan tattoos running up his arm and neck—etched into his skin with a blade, not a needle, and highlighted only in certain spots with white ink—he would pass for a Wildwood. His dark gaze settled on Leonnaux, his lips twisted in a smile that was—procedural, somewhat sarcastic even.

Leonnaux tapped a manicured nail on the counter as he hauled himself up and onto the bar stool. When he spoke, it was not with his own voice, but a more feminine one—albeit one on the sultry, low side, as he figured that that sort of voice would fit the character he created for the night the best. “Sazerac. On the rocks.”

His gaze rose to the bartender as he slid some gil coins forward to provide payment for the drink—and a tip, of course.

The bartender nodded and set about making the drink. It wasn’t done with as much finesse as Leonnaux would employ if he were the one on the other side of the bar, and the ingredients here were subpar—catered towards people who were more concerned about getting nice and drunk than people who wanted a high-class experience. That suited him fine, and he tried not to watch the bartender too closely as he muddled the sugar, the water, the bitters. The cognac, the whiskey—stirred, not shaken—then slid over to Leonnaux after a lemon peel was lazily tossed into the glass and left there.

Leonnaux let it sit for a moment before bringing the glass to his lips, leaving some dark plum-red lipstick on its rim once the glass was lowered back onto its coaster. It was good—for the components used. It was what he paid for, anyway; he knew that a place like this probably didn’t have the wherewithal to obtain the nice Ishgardian cognac, and he knew that it wasn’t really ‘in-character’ to complain.

So instead he mumbled a thanks, casting his gaze about the bar. A drunk Seeker whose arms and chest were almost completely covered in tattoos was about six shots in two stools to his left. The stool immediately to his right was vacated soon after he ordered his drink, a midlander woman with eyes like daggers and a scar running down over her right eye having apparently had her fill of listening to the men upstairs gamble their paychecks away.

“So… Friendly bunch,” he started, somewhat awkwardly as the midlander held his gaze until the heavy door had fallen shut in her wake and she was back out on Ul’dah’s streets.

“Friendly’s a word. Think most of our professions down here kinda exclude us from the category,” the bartender replied, setting the Seeker up with another shot even though he definitely did not seem conscious enough that that would be a good idea. The bartender’s voice carried with it a thick accent—caught somewhere between what he had grown up hearing in the depths of the Black Shroud and what might be expected of Coerthas natives.

“I… Don’t think I could have guessed,” Leonnaux replied, squinting a bit. For the disguise he’d gone without his glasses—it wasn’t really possible to navigate around them for every single disguise he wanted to try. Thankfully the low light of the bar didn’t impact his vision too much, and he only had to deal with distance-related issues. The bartender right in front of him was just barely out-of-focus, and the rest of the room? A blur. “Between the scars and the tattoos. You got word of the street?”

The bartender huffed a laugh. “Depends on what you’re lookin’ for, missy.”

“Call me that again and I’ll break your fingers.”

“Oh, oh, this one has spunk! I like it!” The huff turned to something heartier, this time the bartender laughing from deep within his chest, shoulders heaving. “Most interesting thing anyone’s said to me all godsdamned night. Well, then, what’s your angle?”

Leonnaux’s shoulders rose and fell in a half-hearted shrug. “Just new here, just lookin’ for some fun,” he replied, setting his sazerac down on the counter and retrieving a silver cigarette case from an interior pocket of his coat, along with a box of matches. He places a cigarette between his plum-colored lips before offering one to the bartender across from him. “Looks like you are, too?”

The bartender scoffs before taking a cigarette, producing a very different implement for lighting his cigarette—a well-crafted lighter, like the ones that Leonnaux had often seen crafted through the collaborative efforts of the Goldsmith’s Guild and the Alchemist’s Guild, a small fire shard producing a small flame once it was flipped open. He huffed a bit at the sight before striking a match and using that to light his cigarette. The match was blown out before being discarded in a nearby ashtray, overflowing with ashes and cigarette butts and similarly-discarded matches.

“You could say I’m looking for a little entertainment, yeah,” the bartender replied, “It’s all the same shite ‘round here.” He blew out a cloud of smoke to punctuate the statement, a sigh. “Fun’s dried up if that’s what you’re looking for, though. Jobs, though. Plenty of jobs. Jobs that you gotta be really fuckin’ down on your luck to consider takin’, though.”

Leonnaux couldn’t help a little bit of laughter at that. “Well, let’s say I’m down on my luck then. City’s not real easy to get started in, unless you’d rather give me tips than work. But I’d really prefer the work.”

“Not a whole lot for a pretty face like you to do besides hook on street corners.”

His eyebrow couldn’t help but twitch a little in response to that—a brief expression that didn’t go unnoticed, since the bartender burst out laughing in response.

“Oh, oh, lighten up. If you can’t take a joke then you ain’t gonna last five ticks out there.”

“Rest assured, you’re not the only one who’s lacked enough sense to tell me that. Lucky for you, though, you can make a decent drink. The other ones couldn’t.” He lifted his sazerac, then, removing his cigarette from his lips and blowing out the smoke to take a sip from the glass. “Guess you have a half-decent face too. Hate to ruin it.”

“Well, color me honored.” The bartender ashed his cigarette, poured the Miqo’te gent another shot—absinthe this time, Leon realized, and though now he was wondering if the bartender was just steadily making his way up the ladder in terms of alcohol strength, he couldn’t help but think the man two stools down might need to stop if he didn’t want to end up worse than passed out in a ditch. “Laraunt, by the way. So, if you’re looking for work… Well, got some postings over in the back. But if I’m being frank, there’s been some shite going on that I’d love for someone to look into. What’s your trade, missy?”

“Call me Reine,” he corrected. “I’m serious about your fingers.”

“Sure, sure, right, right. Anyway, what’s it you do?”

Leonnaux clicked his tongue, considering for a moment, lowering his gaze to the lemon peel floating in his drink. “… This and that. Anything for the right price. Ran some drugs when I was up in Gridania—sonmus, snow, you know, that shite. Prefer to work more discreetly where I can, though—stuff what won’t give folks a paper trail to look for… Information, a favorite.”

His gaze returned to Laraunt , then, watching him carefully for any sign that he wasn’t convinced—pinning his preferred trade as information was a risk, but it was the only risk he could feasibly take. He couldn’t offer any answer that would be easy to verify; he couldn’t describe in-depth what it was like to work a job that he had no experience with whatosever, not even by proxy. To say nothing of if Laraunt decided to cross-check him, or press for more details than he had.

Laraunt considered for a moment before offering Leonnaux a half-shrug. “Information’s honest enough trade, I guess. You just a broker, or do you do groundwork?”

“Depends on my mood…” Leonnaux trailed off, then, somewhat uncertain before he nodded to Laraunt’s tattoos: raised scars and white ink against his dark skin, etching intricate runes and designs and occultic symbols into his exposed forearm and extending up his sleeve to his neck. The designs themselves were, of course, pleasing to the eye—but the runes were chiefly Duskwight in usage, sigils of power similar to the ones etched into pomanders. “But you could say I’ve always to ears out, eh?”

The bartender arched a brow, then, before nodding his assent. “Ah, more than just a pretty face, then! Seems you have some keen eyes, too. Well… Well, I suppose you’ll do, Reine. If you think you can get the job done. I’ve been through a few brokers, kind of need a dedicated investigator if I’m being honest. They all chickened out once they got a handle for the situation.”

Leonnaux perked up a bit, folding his hands in front of him on the table and ashing his cigarette. He looked the bartender over, but without his glasses his eye for detail was somewhat limited, even this close. “Well, running drugs up to the Shroud ain’t exactly a cushy fucking job, as long as no one’s gonna try and drain my body of its blood I think I can stomach getting my hands a little dirty.” He scoffed, then, as if it was a joke. “So what is it. I can’t say for sure unless you tell me what the job is.”

Laraunt met Leonnaux’s eyes, then, his lips pressing into a thin line. “My sister’s missing.”

Oh—oh.

Leonnaux had to fight off the shock when the bartender’s voice suddenly becoming quite grave, going from somewhat condescending and sarcastic to a sobering baritone is no time flat. He took a breath, considering those three words as he drew his cigarette back to his lips, puffing away quietly.

“If it’s a missing person case, I think you’re gonna want the Blades instead.”

“Not considering what all my sister was getting up to before she went and vanished.” Laraunt tapped a fingertip—hard—on the surface of the counter, pulling Leonnaux’s attention back up to his eyes. “This ain’t the best place to give details though—or time. How can I get in touch with you after this? Sit down for a more proper talk. Client to broker.”

Leonnaux paused, offering a shrug. “I’m new here. You think I already have an office? Just pick a day pick a time and—I’ll meet you out back. After a shift, maybe. So we won’t be interrupted.” He tilted his chin up, then, before he snuffed the cigarette out, grinding it in the ashtray and leaving it there in a crumpled heap. With a grimace, he slammed back the rest of his sazerac in one go, chewing on the lemon rind left behind once the glass was emptied.

“Ah, eh… Should be free at the end of the week.”

“Cool. I’ll see you then—see if I can’t turn up any leads on a missin’ Duskwight in Ul’dah in the meantime.”

“I’d appreciate it.” There’s a pause and Laraunt takes a breath, watching Leonnaux as he starts to leave. “Hey, say—this is bugging me, but have I seen you before?”

Leonnaux’s heart skipped a beat, and he paused mid-step to look over his shoulder, one hand against the heavy wooden door, poised to make his way out.

“I don’t know. Have you?”

––to be continued.

#crystal data center #ffxiv rp #balmung rp #crystal rp #ffxiv balmung #ffxiv crystal #hellsbovnd #( c: leonnaux; )#( writing; )#[ i keep saying leon is cis/gender nonconforming but honestly w how i write him he might actually just b straight up genderfluid ]#[ i just dont want transphobes crawling into my mentions to call me gamer words so i'm gonna keep him as cis on paper lol ]#[ no harm in having little a noncanon headcanons about my own character.... as a treat ]

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ghostofviperwrites · 5 years

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Care

Requested by: @i-ship-it-okay

Featuring: Sanada and Hiromu Takahashi

Category: Angst

Word Count: 1404

Warnings: drinking, mentions of self-harm, blood

84. “Pay attention to me.”

It was almost early morning when Sanada finally pulled into his driveway after a long night out. Nothing unusual about that. Most of Sanada’s nights were late ones. He was a night owl. Go out, drink, dance, party a bit, find someone to fuck and make his way home to sleep until mid-afternoon. What was unusual was the huddled figure leaning against his door.

Sanada frowned as his taxi slowed to a stop in the curve of his driveway, squinting his eyes as he peered through the rain splattered windshield trying to identify the intruder. His first thought was a fan that someone had managed to find out where he lived. The last thing he wanted was to deal with some deranged female. For a moment he debated calling the police and letting them deal with it; he was drunk and tired and not in the mood for bullshit. When the form shifted and he caught a glimpse of black hair with red tips he immediately sobered up, throwing money at the driver and rushing from the cab.

“Hiromu?” Sanada asked cautiously approaching the soaked and shivering man. His nose wrinkled as the smell of liquor filled his nostrils. Hiromu smelled like he had bathed in cheap beer. Given how soaked Hiromu was Sanada had to assume the smell was coming from Hiromu’s breath making him wonder just how drunk his brother was.

“Hiromu!” He called more sharply when there was no response. “Look at me Hiro.” Getting no response he reached out to grab Hiromu’s chin, forcing his head up. His heart dropped as he saw his brother’s bloody chewed up lips and red rimmed eyes.

“Fuck.’ Sanada muttered. “What did you do to yourself kid?”

The question was rhetorical Sanada already rising to unlock his door, throwing it open and then squatting down in front of Hiromu. Shaking him gently, Sanada frowned as he stared into Hiromu’s expressionless face.

“Hiromu. Focus man. C’mon, pay attention to me.”

Giving up on getting a response Sanada wrapped his arms around Hiromu’s body and lifted him up. Swinging Hiromu’s legs around so he was resting bridal style in his arms Sanada carried Hiromu into the house, kicking the door shut behind him and heading to the guest bathroom on the first floor.

Setting the unresponsive man on the counter Sanada turned on the multiple shower heads, setting the temperature to warm. Hiromu was shivering and shaking, his body soaked from sitting unprotected in the rain for who knows how long. Sanada’s first order of business was getting him warmed up. He would figure out the source of the problem once that was accomplished.

“Hiro bro, we need to get you warmed up okay?” Sanada said. He was relieved to see the slightest light of acknowledgement in the other man’s eyes and slowly helped him to his feet, keeping a firm around his waist as Hiromu wobbled. Using the counter to help balance him, Sanada carefully stripped off Hiromu’s icy clothes, throwing them in a neat pile in the corner before half-carrying him to the shower and letting him walk in. He cursed when Hiromu fell backwards the second he let go of him, lurching into the shower to catch him before he hit his head.

“God damnit.”

Holding onto Hiromu with one hand Sanada undressed himself throwing his now sopping suit into the pile of Hiromu’s clothes. Maneuvering in the massive shower Sanada got the still shaking Hiromu under the spray putting an arm around his waist to hold him steady while running his other hands over his arms and chest to stimulate the blood flow. Only when the shaking subsided to his satisfaction did Sanada loosen his grip and move around to Hiromu’s front.

“Can you stand?” Sanada asked and Hiromu slowly nodded. Reluctantly Sanada released him, hands at the ready in case Hiromu started to fall. Grabbing a washcloth Sanada soaped it up and ran it over Hiromu’s face, washing the blood clean and wincing as he saw Hiromu had nearly gnawed through his bottom lip. Directing him to wash out his mouth Sanada stepped back, leaning against the wall and keeping a careful eye on Hiromu as he spat out mouthfuls of dirty water. Once it ran clean Sanada resumed his task wiping off the specks of dry blood along his chest and arms.

When he pulled up Hiromu’s wrists and saw the deep nail gouges his shoulders slumped.

“Hiro, why?” Sanada said his heart aching as Hiromu’s sad eyes met his and filled with unshed tears as he shook his head. Leaving it be for now Sanada silently washed the wounds hating every whimper of pain Hiromu released as the soap cleansed him. “Let’s do your hair.”

Hiromu stepped under the spray, arms hanging limply at his sides as Sanada rubbed shampoo through his tangled locks. Sanada didn’t say a word as he lathered him up, his lips pursed in a tight line as he took care of his baby brother. He didn’t know for sure what had Hiromu worked into such a state, but he had a pretty good guess.

Reaching around Hiromu’s body to turn off the shower heads Sanada grabbed some towels and wrapped them around their bodies. Water was dripping down on his floors as Sanada lead a still abnormally quiet Hiromu towards the guest bedroom. Setting Hiromu on the bed with strict instructions not to move Sanada hurried upstairs to his bedroom to search through his clothes for something that would fit Hiromu’s smaller body. Finding an older pair of sweats that were a bit small on him Sanada threw on a pair of pants for himself and then headed back downstairs to help Hiromu redress.

The two lay in silence, side-by-side on the bed, Sanada waiting out Hiromu, never being one to press. He knew eventually Hiromu would start talking.

“Thank you for taking care of me Sanada,” Hiromu broke the silence, his voice low and soft. “I’m sorry for being a bother.”

“You’re not a bother Hiromu. Ever.” Sanada said firmly. “Though I am a bit surprised you came to me. Figured you would have gone to Naito.”

“Naito doesn’t love me like you love me. You tried to warn me. You tried to protect me.” Hiromu said his voice breaking as tears threatened again.

“So it was her,” Sanada stated as his suspicions were confirmed. Hiromu loved harder than any one he had ever met. He didn’t know any other way. You were in his heart you were there one hundred percent. It was an admirable quality, but one Sanada was glad he didn’t possess. Not when it led to devastation like this.

“Yeah.” Hiromu sighed. “You were right.”

“I didn’t want to be right Hiromu.” Sanada replied with his own sigh. “I don’t want to see you torn apart like this. I really don’t want to see you hurting yourself. Nobody is worth that.”

Hiromu frowned looking at the trails of red gashes along his forearms. He could feel the throbbing in his lips from biting down on it to stop his screams. When he had walked into his bedroom several hours earlier than anticipated he hadn’t expected to find his girlfriend with another man. He had lost it when he had caught them together. He really couldn’t remember everything that had happened, but he did recall clawing at his own skin, praying the physical pain would outshine the heartbreak. When that hadn’t worked he had turned to the bottle.

“She was.” Hiromu argued with a sniff. “I loved her. I wanted to marry her and have babies with her.”

Sanada stayed silent knowing his bitterness was not want Hiromu needed right now. Hiromu was wrong. Sanada didn’t take good care of him. If he had protected him like he was supposed to he would have gotten that bitch away from him long before it came to this.

Swallowing the guilt rising in his throat, Sanada climbed from the bed, patting Hiromu on the thigh. He needed a stiff drink to help him forget what a failure he was.

“Get some sleep bro. You’ll feel better when you’re rested.” Sanada pulled the shades on the window encasing the room in darkness as Hiromu snuggled under the blankets.

“I love you Sanada.” Hiromu said as he was shutting the door making the older man pause.

“Love you too Hiro.”

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the-borhap-boys · 5 years

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Bruises Fade: Chapter Five

Slow Burn Queen Fanfic

Summary: Amelia Mcallen is Queen's assistant and now must figure out how to navigate life with the band and her personal life while keeping them separate.

Warnings: Cursing, abuse

Word count: 2602

Note: this chapter is so angsty but there should be some fluff next chapter.

Even from outside the bar Millie’s ears nearly hurt from the volume of the music. She set her shoulders back and slowly walked in, looking for the door to the back.

Once she finally got back to the boys she breathed a sigh of relief. They were packed into a small room, with storage boxes and cleaning supplies but it was better than being alone in the crowded bar.

“Millie, I sound like absolute shit. You’ll have to tell the management I can’t play,” Freddie whined, throwing his hands onto Millie’s shoulders as soon as she stepped in the room.

“Fred, you sound lovely. You can’t quit now. We need this gig,” she said distractedly as she watched John and Brian arguing quietly a few feet away.

She wasn’t in the mood to break up another fight but since it was practically in her job description, she stepped over to them and placed her hand gently on Johns' shoulder. He glanced down at her before glaring back up at Brian.

“Is something wrong? What can I do?” she questioned.

“Brian is being an absolute ass and says that I’m playing the riff in Liar wrong,” John ranted, not taking his eyes off Brian.

“well what I heard at rehearsal earlier sounded perfect so I think it’s all good, yeah?” she glanced up at Brian to see him sigh and turn back to tuning the Red Special.

John rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else either.

“Does anyone need anything else? Last call for anything, I’m about to go in out there and once I’m out I’m not coming back,”

Roger kept his back turned to her, flipping his drumsticks absentmindedly. Her eyes flicked over to him, before steadying on the other boys as they shook their heads.

“Alright my boys, you’ll do wonderfully!” She gushed. “See you afterward,”

As she sat at the crowded bar watching them perform, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off Roger. The way his shirt hung half open, his necklaces brushing against his chest with every beat made her want to press her hands against the sticky skin and cold metal. His eyes darted back and forth across his kit, jumping up every so often to glance around the room. When his eyes locked on hers for a moment as Freddie introduced the next song she glanced away quickly, embarrassed to have been caught staring

“Hello, sweetheart,” a familiar voice rang in her ear, breaking her out of her thoughts.

She spun around on her stool to see Louis, beaming down at her. After a moment of stunned silence and a sharp gasp, she smiled tightly up at him.

“Louis! Darling! What are you doing here? I thought you were studying?”

He wrapped his arm around her waist forcing her to stand up and face him fully.

“I wanted to meet your friends and you said they were playing here so I just thought it would be wonderful,”

He sounded so innocent and kind, just like any normal boyfriend. She wanted to believe his tone but she knew he just wanted to see who she was spending her time with. He needed to decide if he was going to continue to allow it.

“Well there they are,” she motioned towards the stage where Freddie was prancing back and forth.

His fingers tightened against her waist and she sucked in a deep breath, trying to distance herself slightly. As they watched the band his head dropped to her shoulder and he began placing light kisses along her neck.

“Louis, stop,” she whispered. “we’re in public,”

His kisses grew more and more insistent and he eventually bit down on a bruise from a few days ago, making her jump slightly.

“what’s that from,” he questioned, lifting his head and pushing her curls off her collar bone to look properly at the bruise.

“It’s from you,” “we haven’t done anything in weeks,” he snapped out, his fingers curling into her hair and pulling slightly so her neck craned to look at him.

“It wasn’t sexual,” she bit out bitterly, trying to pull her head away. He tightened his hold so she let out a hiss of pain and stared at him pleadingly.

“Don’t push me, Amelia, you won’t like what you see,”

“Haven’t I already seen it?” she growled angrily.

He grabbed the back of her head pulling her into a dominating kiss. She tried to pull away but his hands in her hair and on her hip were holding her still. She was stiff in his arms and his tongue, brushed against her lips insistently. When she didn’t let him in he bit down harshly on her bottom lip. She groaned in pain and to any outsider it would look like a passionate kiss but inside it was a fight that Millie was sure to lose.

when he finally let her go, she jerked back, bringing her hand to her lips where a few spots of blood clung. She winced at the sting.

“You must be Louis!” Freddie crowed behind them.

Millie hadn’t even realized that the set was over or that her best friend was watching her and her boyfriend make out. She dropped her head, a hot blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Yes, I am and you are?” Louis questioned, looking Freddie up and down.

“Freddie this is Louis, Louis, Freddie,” Millie said, her eyes on her shoes, unable to look either man in the eye.

“Well it is a pleasure to meet the man who takes my Millie away so often,” his lip turned up ever so slightly as he stared at the skin-tight leather pants adorning Freddie's legs.

His own pants were sensible khakis, the same ones he wore every day along with his usual sweater and dress shoes.

His fingers wrapped around her wrist tightly and he tugged her closer to his side possessively as the rest of the band stepped up behind Freddie.

“Louis these are the rest of the boys, Brian, John and Roger,” she nodded at each man in turn. “Boys, this is my boyfriend Louis. He wanted to meet my employers,”

Roger straightened his shoulders and raised his chin as he looked up at the taller man. His hands clenched tightly by his side when he saw the panic in Millie’s eyes and the subtle way she was struggling against him.

“I’m going to use the ladies room and you gentlemen can get acquainted,” Millie gently pushed off Louis’ chest and began walking away.

Her shoulders caved forwards as she pushed through the smoky bar until she finally found the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her the pounding music dulled to a faint pulse. She gripped the edge of the sink, willing herself to step back into the sweaty room and make small talk. Hoping to waste a few minutes she dipped her hands under the water from the sink and splashed a bit on her face. Slowly she adjusted the collar wrapped around her neck to cover the few fading bruises. Her mind seemed to spin in circles as she fought between walking right out the door and joining the conversation she had started.

As she stepped out of the gentle solitude of the bathroom a crash rang loudly through the stale air. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but fights happened at bars. she was sure the management would have it cleaned up in no time. As she grew closer to the bar the bodies around her seemed to be more tightly pressed together and she had to elbow against people to even see the bar top. Finally, she saw where all the noise was coming from. Two men were on the floor, almost under the barstools, scrabbling over each other. The crowd around them was laughing at their undignified fighting methods and crowding in closer. Both men seemed frantic in their movements to get on top of the other.

“Roger! Get off him!” Brian’s voice broke through the cheers of the patrons and Millie glanced closer at the two men to see Rogers unmistakable golden hair thrashing around.

She pushed two people on the edge of the circle aside to get a closer look at the fight. Brian dived in the middle and yanked Roger out by his collar while a stranger was lifting Louis off the ground. Her mind began to reel as she put the pieces of the puzzle together. Louis hung limply in the man arms, blood dripping from his nose and Roger was raring to get back into it. He thrashed against Brian, kicking and squirming.

“I’m going to fucking kill him!” Roger yelled. “get off me! I’m going to kill him!”

Millie stepped in between the two men, facing Roger. He calmed down instantly at the sight of her and his split lip quirked into a slight smile.

“What the fuck have you done?” she growled. He reeled back into Brian at her tone and his eyes widened in shock.

“What? I protected you! I protected your honor!” he yelled, forcing her to flinch and drop her eyes to the ground. She shook her head slowly before turning around to her boyfriend.

Louis’ eyes were barely open and he swayed back and forth in the man's arms, blood dripping from his chin down to his usually spotless sweater. The same sweater she knew she would be scrubbing later to get the stains out of.

“I’ll take him from here, thank you,” she murmured to the stranger holding him up.

She threw his arm around her shoulder and helped him shuffle his way out of the bar. John followed after her and tried to hold his other side.

“No, I’ve got him. Go take care of Roger,” she spit out bitterly.

Later that night Millie sat on the couch, blanket pulled to her chin, with a steaming mug of tea clenched her hands. She kept replaying the scene in her head. Roger’s triumphant grin when he spotted her face. The blood dripped down his chin and the already purpling bruise around his eye. Louis’ glinting eyes as they left the bar. The way his hands clenched her shoulder too tightly even as he could barely keep himself upright. The barely whispered threat that if she didn’t quit, she would live to regret it.

She finally flipped on the tv hoping to quiet the noises in her head. The static on the tv seemed to lull her to sleep on the couch.

The next morning Millies back ached like a bitch and she could barely climb off the couch. She began to sleepily tidy the living room, before putting the kettle on for a cup of tea since hers from the night before had been long forgotten. She grabbed a few pain pills from the cupboard with a glass of water and shuffled quietly into her bedroom where Louis was spread across the bed.

Two scratches from Roger’s rings lay in the center of a bruise against his jaw and she could see the obvious bruises on his neck of a handprint. Even with the evidence from the fight, he looked so soft and gentle in his sleep. There were no hard lines of anger on his face and she remembered the reason she thought she was in love with him. Even if he did get angry every now and then she couldn’t leave him. No one knew her the way he did.

She sat down on the bed gently, brushing his hair off his forehead and pressing soft kisses to his temple. His eyes blinked open blearily and she smiled down at him.

“Good morning love,” she said as cheerfully as she could muster.

“Morning,” his voice was scratchy with sleep and she gently kissed his nose at the sound.

“I brought you some pain medication. I’m sure you’re head hurts,”

He sat up slowly taking the medicine and taking a long drink of water.

“Did you call them yet?”

She glanced down at her hands where they were twisting in the bed sheets. “Who,”

“don’t act dumb, you know I mean the band,”

She winced slightly at his words and began to chew on the inside of her cheek.

“Why,”

“You fucking idiot,” he mumbled under his breath as he climbed off the bed. “To quit,”

He stumbled into the bathroom and began running the water in the sink as he washed his face. She followed behind him slowly, leaning against the doorframe and watching his back.

“Louis, I’m not quitting,”

He glanced over his shoulder at her, wiping his face on a bath towel. “What,”

“I said I’m not quitting. I’m not quitting my job because you got in a dumb fight,”

The noise of his hand slamming against the faucet startled her into stumbling backward against the bed. He turned around slowly, his eyes piercing through her.

“You either quit or we’re through,”

She dropped her eyes to the ground and picked at the skin around her nail as she contemplated her choices. She would either lose the man who knew her better than anyone, the man who soothed her anxiety attacks, the man who rescued her from a broken home, or she would lose her best friends, the people who made her laugh when she wanted to scream, the man who had raised her.

“I guess we’re through,”

The sting against her cheek was surprising but not unfamiliar. His ring dug into the soft skin of her cheek as he backhanded across her face. His fingers clenched tightly in her hair, yanking at her scalp as he tugged her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. His other hand grasped her chin tightly and he stared down into her eyes with the most cruel look she had ever seen.

“You’re fucking them, aren’t you?”

“What?” her voice was caught in her throat and she nearly choked on the one word.

“I gave you everything in life and you’re fucking those fags,”

“No, I’m not and you gave me nothing,” she whispered trying to pull away from his grasp.

He threw her away from him so she landed facedown on the floor. His barefoot pressed against her back holding her down as she thrashed against him.

“You know no one will love you right? I stooped so low for you and you think you can do better?”

Her lips were pressed against the floor and muffled her voice as she spoke. “I think I can find someone who doesn’t treat me like a dog,”

“Oh, but that’s all you are,” he took his foot off her back and rested it against her head even as she tried to get on her hands and knees. “a. little. Bitch.” With each word his foot stomped against the back of her head, slamming her face into the wood.

Pain shot through her nose and temple as she fell limp. He yanked his shoes on and grabbed his keys from the bedside table before bending down beside her body.

“Send my stuff to my parents house,”

The door slammed loudly behind him as tears mixed with the blood on her face and pooled on the planks below her. She lay there for hours. When she finally pulled herself to her feet she stumbled to the bed and curled under the blankets, letting the blood and snot from her nose drip onto the white sheets. All she wanted was for the pain to stop. For the pain to stop and maybe to fall asleep.

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left-myself-in-the-alleyway · 6 years

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Forever & Always

Part 3

Warning: Descriptive abuse, panic attack(s) touches lightly on drinking

To anyone who reads this: I wrote this part before I did any research on panic attacks and such so please be kind.

Thanks to @momobucketcomics for editing/co-writing this and making the mood board below.

More thanks to @devotedlybeautifulkingdom- (Tumblr won’t let me tag you!) for showing support for this story.

I felt someone rubbing my back. Someone, or something was comforting me, telling me I was safe. In the state I was in, I'm surprised I could hear it at all. I could feel the sweat trickling down my face, leaving a wet, slimy trail. I also felt myself calming down, albeit slowly.

It's okay. It's okay. I kept telling myself, desperately wanting to believe it.

I sat up straight and leaned back, still trying to fill my lungs. I could barely get enough air in them without feeling like I was suffocating.

I heard someone say my name.

"Mmhhmm...?" I mumble, my eyes still shut tight.

"Evelyn, can you please open your eyes?" I hear a voice that sounds like Tony ask, sounding... concerned?

Slowly, I comply to my so-called father's wishes.

I opened my eyes to see a sea of faces staring at me, worried expressions on their faces.

...Last time I checked, there weren't this many people in the room. Damn, I'm seeing double again.

I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. Finally, my head was clear enough to speak normally. "I'm sorry... overreaction." I try to cover up.

"I would like to apologize for asking you that. I didn't know you would react that badly." Thor explained. It was badly worded, but...I knew what he meant.

"It's okay. It's not your fault- I shouldn't have let my mind wander..." The last words drifted off into a mutter- I wonder if he could hear me.

"Do I have a room?" I ask quietly. I don't want to stay here for much longer.

"Yes, I um. Yeah." Tony still looked a bit freaked out about my panic attack. I hope he hasn't bitten off more than he can chew by taking me in...

"I can take her to her room, Tony." Steve offers.

"Thanks, Steve." He replied, walking away.

Steve gave me a smile. "Follow me."

Dragging my feet, I grab my backpack and duffle bag. Panic attacks are exhausting.

As soon as we leave the room, it's just the two of us. The hubbub in the last room seemed to have vanished from existence, as if nothing had happened at all. Huh, guess they have soundproofing here too.

"Are you okay?" He asked as the elevator started to move.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I say, trying to get some form of a smile to form on my face. I hate it when people worry about me- I feel like I'm just a nuisance to them.

"You know, when I first came out of the ice, I had panic attacks. Everything was really overwhelming." He admitted. "I found the best thing I could do was talk to people about what happened. War is an ugly thing. You see a lot of things you wish you hadn't."

"It sounds like...you had a hard time leaving the past in the past and embracing the future" I say quietly as we navigate the halls, a whisper being all I could muster.

"You're pretty smart for someone so young. But that is something that you should remember too. Your past may determine your future, but it doesn't have to rule it." He explains as we come to my door, his pure blue eyes boring into my hazel ones.

"If you ever need anything at all, and you can't find Tony, don't be afraid to come to me for help." He said softly. "Just ask JARVIS to take you to my apartment. It's on this floor."

I scrunch my eyebrows. Apartment? "Everyone here has half a floor, except for myself and Tony. He has a whole floor to himself. I have almost a whole floor, so that's why Tony figured it would be a good idea to put you here." He explained.

My eyes go wide. "That's right, you get a small apartment just for you." He chuckled.

I smiled to myself. Maybe this won't be so bad.

"Remember what I said." He says, walking away.

I walk into my room, exhausted. I let go of my bags, letting them land wherever. It's so clean in here, I feel a slight twinge of guilt for messing up the neatness of everything with my scruffy baggage. I look at the rustic, brown clock. Thank God it’s not some weird futuristic aesthetic design, I hate that kind of stuff . It's 6:00.

That means it's only 3:00 back home.

Home. Somehow, the word feels foreign in my mouth- like a new shoe that'll take getting used to, or... Something.

I look at my messy bags laying haphazardly on the floor. My other luggage must be downstairs, wherever Mr. Hogan put them. I'm too tired to care about anything right now. I've got so much to do, but I can't resist taking a quick nap- Then I'll unpack and check out the rest of the apartment.

I flop down on the couch. Closing my eyes, I still can't believe how much my life could change so much over the course of a few hours.

Tony trodded over to the lounge bar, searching for the drink he had left behind earlier. He chugged down the glass of alchohol. Even though it was now room-temperature, he savored it rushing down his throat. Then, without even thinking, he poured himself a glass of the strongest bottle on the shelf- Devil's Springs Vodka. He collapsed on the couch sipping his strong drink.

"No, no! Stop it!" I scream at my mother.

She had just returned from wherever it was that she went. Probably the bar, considering her words were extremely slurred. With every step she took, it was heavier than anything- like ten earthquakes simultaneously rocking my world.

She was hitting me, landing blow after blow over and over again. I wish it would stop.

I need it to stop!

I almost got away, but she latched onto my shirt and pulled me back.

"Oh, darling. You're not getting away that easily!" She laughed as she dug her long, inhumanly sharp nails into my arms. I cried out as I felt the skin start to split and bleed.

She shoved me onto the floor. Before I could be relieved at her release, my head caught the corner of the table on my way down. Pain exploded through my head, and I could feel hot blood welling up somewhere on my face. Through my blurry, spotted vision I saw her chug down another bottle of vile-smelling beer.

Then, instead of doing what I hoped she would do, she threw it at me. I screamed as it shattered on the floor, showering me in broken shards. I cried out one last time as I felt the pieces of glass embed themselves in my flesh, burning deeper and deeper inside me. As I struggled to run away, my hands slipped on the floor that was pooling with my blood and tears. It rose ever higher, fueled by my bodily fluids, threatening to flood the entire room. The salty mixture seeped into my fresh wounds, burning them black.

Before I black out, I hear her say something. Her voice was no longer slurred, but crystal clear. It was sick and twisted, familiar and yet of something nightmarish that you'd only hear in the darkest depths of hell.

"Remember, Evelyn; however far you run, no matter how hard you fight back, I will be with you. Forever... and Always." As she growled those last words, everything faded away into darkness.

I shot up out of my restless slumber, drenched in cold sweat. My heart was pounding. I quickly pulled up the sleeves of my pullover, thinking I had woken up after being knocked out. There were only fading bruises and scars. Then, I remembered where I was. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I glanced at the clock. I only slept for 45 minutes, and I'd managed to have one of the worst nightmares in history. Oh, jeez.

I started unpacking my measly possessions. Anything to get my mind off That.

Someone had brought the rest of my bags up and put them in my room. I plopped down on the pristine bedsheets, feeling myself sink down into the mattress. It felt much comfier up here than on the couch. Maybe if I'd crashed on an actual bed, I'd have been spared the horrors of that nightmare.

I hung up a few of my tops in the closet. Most of my clothing consisted of long-sleeved sweaters, which I used to wear to school to hide the marks. I also had one sundress and two maxi skirts. They were beautiful, but I couldn't remember the last time I wore them. Standing on my tiptoes, I put a few of my pants and shorts on the shelves. Some of them were messed up, but I threw them in anyway. I was never any good at folding clothes. From there, I head into the bathroom to unpack all of makeup and other... Necessities.

I wonder if there's any dishes in the cupboards. Skipping off to the mini-kitchen, I went to check. Sure enough, there was. There was also food in the fridge! Am I supposed to live by myself, completely? I wonder to myself, checking out the other contents of the various drawers. The countertops were sparkling, and even inside the compartments of the kitchen, not a jar was out of place. Just the way it will stay, clean.

I fiddled with my phone, looking for my favorite playlist. Ah, found it.

Forgettable by Project 46 filled my ears.

I absentmindedly started to hum along to the song- This soon developed into quiet singing.

The song's beautiful and uplifting melody rejuvenated me. It was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, as I started organizing.

I adjusted a photo of me and my cat, trying to get it just right. I finally get it to sit at the right angle on the little counter beside the kitchen. As I subconsciously sung to the tune of my music, I stepped back to examine the angle of the frame. Suddenly, in between songs, I heard something behind me. It sounded kinda large- maybe mice? Huh, not if the cleaning team can help it. Really Evelyn, this is Stark towers. There won't be mice here. After ridiculing myself a bit more I turn around, thinking I might make some tea. I nearly screamed when I saw a figure in my doorway...

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Umbrella - Chapter III

[Chapter I | Chapter II]

Lesson Three: From Neighbors to Friends

[Christian Yu & DPR Live]

“Chicken and beer, wanna come over? :)”

You glanced at your phone and contemplated whether to join them or not. Your roommate was out of town visiting her family, so you were all by yourself. The first few days were very pleasant. Nobody who was nagging at you and telling you to do stuff, but after some time you started to miss her. It was always fun when she was around and even loathsome tasks like cleaning became enjoyable.

Your eyes wandered from the pile of papers to your books and notes which were spread out on the table. Just thinking about how much work you had ahead of you, made you feel nauseated. Although chicken wasn’t exactly your favorite dish, it suddenly sounded very appealing. Anything, but studying, you thought. It probably wasn't the wisest decision, but you messaged them back, telling him you’d be there in a few.

Over the past few weeks you had grown quite close to the boys. You bumped into them almost every day and everywhere, in the hallway, the elevator, the entrance. Also, Christian wasn’t lying when he said he liked running at night. From that day onwards you would occasionally come across him after your shift at the restaurant and you two would walk the short path home together.

Whenever you had leftovers, you would share it with them and each time their faces would light up in joy. Sometimes, you even suspected that Hana made that much on purpose.

And at some point they would always take you grocery shopping with them, since Christian was the only one of you who owned a car. It was almost always fun with them, but sometimes it could also be a pain in the ass, as Christian always replaced your unhealthy snacks with healthy alternatives. He always praised organic food as though someone was paying him to advertise it. For someone that nutrition-conscious, he sure was a bad cook. However, luckily you had a partner in crime. Dabin and you always managed to sneak in a few snacks and sweets.

~*~

Dabin opened the door for you. Just by taking a step into their apartment, you could already smell the odor of food.

Christian who was sitting on the floor cross-legged with his back leaned against the couch, handed you a bottle of beer that he had just opened and you gladly took it into your possession. You gulped its content down, until only half of the bottle was left.  

“Woah, slow down. Bad day?” Dabin looked at you amused.  

“We got the results back and I failed two of my exams,” you let out a sigh and plopped down onto the black leather couch. In your two and a half years of being a student, this was the very first time that you had failed an exam.

Christian’s attention was directed towards his laptop and he was muttering curses under his breath.  “What are you doing?” You chuckled and leaned forwards to take a look, wondering why he was in such a bad mood.  

“I was trying to work on some stuff, but my laptop has been acting weird lately. I guess I need to send it for repair.” He eventually threw his hands up in frustration, admitting defeat to his laptop.

“I could take a look if you want,” you offered and he turned his head to you with an amused and skeptical look on his face.  

“Do you actually know about these kind of things?”

  “Dude, I’m majoring in information technology,” you told him and his eyes widened at you. Dabin also gave you a look full of disbelief.

  “What? Why do you look so surprised?” You let out a chuckle and rolled your eyes. You put the bottle in your hands down onto the table and pushed Christian away in order to have access to his laptop. You slid down from the couch and made yourself comfortable on the floor.  

“You don’t have big ass glasses, you’re not socially awkward, your hair is not greasy and you’re pretty,” Dabin said with a laugh.

 “You really do believe in those stereotypes?” You asked him teasingly and shook your head at them.

“She’s the sexy nerd stereotype,” Christian said jokingly and stuck out his tongue at you. He looked over your shoulders and observed what you were doing with his laptop, impressed by the things that appeared on his screen.

“Being smart is kinda sexy,” Dabin agreed with a nod as he wriggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Christian, you have virus,” you pointed out, disregarding their humorous and teasing comments.

“What? What about the data on my laptop? Are they infected? Will I lose them all?” He broke out in panic.

“Some might be damaged. But I’ll try to recover everything. What sites are you even visiting to get such a heavy virus?”

  “He’s downloading too much porn,” Dabin snickered.

“Am not!” Christian retorted immediately and then added in a low voice, “I’m only streaming them.”

“Unnecessary information I did not want to know,” you let out a chuckle.

“Can you remove it?” He then turned to you in a concerned voice, a frown covering his face.

“Hell, I can even plant one, of course I can remove it,” you rolled your eyes at him for doubting your skills.

“Done,” you clapped your hands together with a smile. You pushed the laptop into his direction, so he could take a look himself.

“That would make $50, please,” you said jokingly and held out your hands.

“I’m paying you with food,” he took the box containing chicken wings and put it in your palms.   

“Very generous,” you laughed. “Oh, I also put up some firewalls, so you should be able to stream porn without any problems now,” you teased him and stuck out your tongue at him.

He looked at you with an embarrassed smile when suddenly his phone chimed. He glanced at the display and when he saw who the caller was, he quickly grabbed his phone from the table and rose to his feet. He walked into his bedroom and only after he had closed the door, he picked up the call.

“So, that leaves the two of us,” you looked over your shoulders and gave Dabin a smile.

 “Wanna watch a movie?” He suggested and you nodded your head eagerly. Anything that made you forget about the load of work you still had to do was good.

You didn’t know why, but you two decided to watch a scary movie, which later would prove itself to be a stupid choice.

About the first ten minutes of the movie had passed when Christian returned. He had changed his clothes and put on some cologne which immediately penetrated your nose when he took a step into the living room. Your eyes wandered from the TV screen to him. He had a distressed expression planted on his face.

  “I’m gonna step out for a while,” he said more towards Dabin who just nodded his head and gave him a wave, as he was too immersed in the movie. You wanted to ask him whether everything was ok, but you stopped yourself, pressing your lips together. It was none of your business.

~*~

“I don’t wanna go home,” you whispered in a whiny tone with a terrified expression on your face. The movie had ended and the credits were appearing on the black screen. By the end of the movie, you had scooted closer to him, hugging your knees. Dabin turned his head to you and broke out into roaring laughter.

  “Are you that scared?”

  “To be honest, I’ve never watched a scary movie in my life. And this was just disturbing,” you confessed and your eyes darted around the room in fear. You could have sworn that you had heard something.

“You wanna have a sleepover?” He teased you with a grin.

“No…I just need some time to calm down,” you mumbled under your breath. Dabin inspected you with his eyes and a grin appeared on his lips. Suddenly, he grabbed the laptop which Christian had left on the table when he was leaving in a hurry and let his fingers slide across the keyboard. After typing something in, he turned it to you.

A pink horse appeared on the screen and the theme song of “My Little Pony” started filling the silence of the night.

  “What the…?” You bursted out into laughter and looked at him with an amused grimace on your face.

 “Did it help? Are you less scared now?” He chuckled.   

“It did kinda work,” you admitted and then you got up from the couch, taking in a deep breath. “I’m ready to leave now.”

“Don’t die on me,” he said jokingly and stood up too. He began cleaning the table and you offered your help, but he just waved you off.   

~*~

 When you closed the door of their apartment, everything turned pitch-black. You moved along the wall and pressed the light switch. However, the lights didn’t turn on. You pressed it again and again, every time with increasing violence, but no reaction.

“Dammit,” you cursed to yourself, letting out a long and desperate sigh. You didn’t even take your phone with you, since you thought you were only going to eat and then come right back. But of course this would happen to you. Bad luck just followed you everywhere like a shadow. Of course the lights would be broken today, out of all days. And of course, it would be the day you left your phone at home.

Now you were left with two options. Either knocking on the door and asking for Dabin’s help which would be embarrassing as hell or trying to make your way through the darkness while hoping nobody would kill you in the meantime.

Before you could make a decision you suddenly heard a noise coming from your right and your whole body froze. The noise was coming closer and you dropped to your knees, hiding in the corner. Then you saw a light, which shined directly at you, blinding you in the process. You quickly shut your eyes close and in the same moment you heard a soft chuckle.

  “Jenn, what are you doing?” A male voice asked in amusement and you recognized it immediately. You opened your eyes again and blinked several times, letting your eyes adjust to the source of light.  

“Oh my god! You scared me to death!” You exclaimed and slowly stood up.  

“I didn’t even do anything this time!” Christian laughed. He was still shining the flashlight of his phone at you, so you motioned him to turn it away.

“Sorry,” he apologized, quickly tilting it downwards.

“I didn’t know you were a scaredy cat,” he teased you.  

“I’m not! Not usually…"

 He laughed at you again and you let you a long breath.  

“Can you walk with me to my apartment?” You then asked meekly.

“Are you really that scared?” His roaring laughter echoed through the hallway.  

“No! It’s because you have light and I don’t and I can’t see anything. How am I supposed to find the keyhole in the darkness?” You reasoned.

“Whatever you say,” he chuckled, knowing you were only trying to find excuses. It was too obvious that you were scared.

“You want me to hold your hands too?” He continued teasing you as you and you punched his arm in retaliation.

You took your keys out and were about to insert it into the key hole when you felt a light tap on your left shoulders which was weird because there was nobody standing on your left.

“Christian, stop,” you warned him.

“Stop what?” He asked you cluelessly.

  “I mean it. Stop it,” you threw him a glare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“This is not funny anymore. I seriously won’t be able to sleep tonight,” you whined at him, your voice shaking. Realizing just how scared you actually were, he immediately stopped.

“Ok, ok, I’ll stop,” he laughed and he rubbed your arms comfortingly, pulling you into a brief hug.  

You put the key in and turned it around, before opening the door. You reached your hands inside right away and turned on the lights. The light of your apartment was enough to illuminate most parts of the hallway, so Christian turned his phone off.

“Can I go now, or do you want me to fight ghosts in your apartment?” He started teasing you again, making you roll your eyes at him. 

“I’m good, thank you,” you said sarcastically and entered your apartment.

“See you,” he flashed a smile and then walked into the opposite direction. You waited until he had reached his own apartment, before closing the door, so he would have enough light.

Once inside of your apartment, you turned on all the lights, humming the theme song of “My Little Pony” and hoping this night would pass over quickly.

#christian yu #dpr live #khh imagines #khh scenarios #christian yu scenarios #dpr live scenarios #khiphop scenarios #umbrella #it's so hard finding finding a gif with live and christian lmao #so i made my own edit haha #it's my first time editing a picture so don't judge lol #if anyone has better skills than me just hmu

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Run

Fandom: Bts Pairing: Jungkook x Hoseok Genre: Smut - Fluff Au: Canon verse Length: 2.5k words

Summary:

Basically, just soft smut between Jungkook and Hoseok, cause we don’t have enough of it.

So Jungkook had always been called a muscle bunny, something that Hoseok would agree with, his boyfriend was stupidly ripped and looked amazing and Hoseok loved him for it, he loved slowly driving the maknae insane by tracing each ab slowly with his tongue with Jungkook’s hands bound above his head making him unable to do anything other than trash under Hoseok’s actions.

But there was another side of Jungkook that Hoseok loved just as much, and that was a side that was brought out especially by the run photoshoot, it was that damn blue sweater they put Jungkook on combined with soft hair.

The younger looked like an adorable little bunny instead of his normal muscle bunnyness and Hoseok was 100% there for it. The longer the photoshoot was going on the more Hoseok wanted to just lock up Jungkook and never let the rest of the world see him, hide him away for only Hoseok’s eyes.

He wasn’t normally very possessive, but soft Jungkook always brought it out in him, it always made him feel like it should only be for his eyes , the thing was that the rest of BTS knew it as well, they knew how weak Hoseok was for soft Jungkook even if the baby bunny still hadn’t gotten the notice.

Which meant that the run photoshoot quickly turned into a game of who can tease Hoseok the most. Seokjin was the first to toss his attempt in the ring, the oldest member of BTS had his own way and it involved food, since this was one of the few photoshoots where Jungkook wasn’t in skin tight cloth expected to show toned abs, that meant that he could actually eat while shooting something that Seokjin volunteered to do, feeding him.

While Jungkook did try to pretend that he didn't like to be babies by his hyungs, but they had all caught on by now, and as Seokjin hold the piece of food up to the younger lips Jungkook easily allowed himself to be fed even saying a happy little sound as the food came in contact with his tastebuds “sooo good hyung!”

Hoseok had to look away pouting as Jungkook’s lips closed around Seokjin’s fingers with a soft happy sigh, that wasn’t fair why did the younger have to be so cute?

Next up was Namjoon, who took the was of being leader, he came up to Jungkook put an arm around him and asked whispered question’s into Jungkook’s ear that only the maknae could hear, and as the soft blush spread over Jungkook’s cheeks barely visible under the makeup Hoseok desperately wanted to know what was being said between the two tall idols.

He didn’t find out what was actually going on, but he did smile as Jungkook end up coming up to him for a hug and the younger blushingly whispered to him “love you hyung,” still wary of making sure that none of the staff could hear him, but still made sure that Hoseok heard him.

Yeah, that was all he needed, Hoseok was soft for soft Jungkook especially as he smiled that bunny tooth smile at Hoseok, the next person to test Hoseok’s patients was Taehyung. So Taehyung was always happy with skinship, he always liked to half throw himself on Jungkook and even in front of the staff he didn’t even think about it as he yet once again jumped on Jungkook back “Hello my bunny,”

“Don’t call me that” Jungkook whined, but he grabbed Taehyung’s thigh’s so the older didn’t glide down., Hoseok wanted to whine as well as he saw Jungkook’s hands grab Taehyung’s skinny thigh tightly, this was not okay! Why did everybody seem to want a piece of his boyfriend! That wasn’t fair, and it did make Hoseok even more possessive.

As the shoot came to an end, Jimin made his way towards Jungkook with a shit eating grin towards Hoseok, and that was enough for the dancer as he quickly made his way towards Jungkook and put his arms around the younger man’s shoulders “let’s get home, the first car is leaving in a second.”

Jungkook looked confused at Hoseok, his eyes soft but confused “I need to change first?” he pulled at the baby blue sweater.

Hoseok just shook his head “you don’t need to, the stylist says you can keep it,”

That made Jungkook smile, while the younger did like showing off his body and stuff like that, but he also liked soft cloth like the sweater so he was happy. Somehow with Hoseok’s luck, they were the only two who took the first car which meant that they were the only two people who actually ended up back in the dorm.

Hoseok couldn’t keep it in much more as he as softly as humanly possible pressed Jungkook up against the wall in the entrance taking his mouth in a soft as possible kiss, but also keeping Jungkook’s hands trapped above his head. Jungkook easily released a moan and eagerly returned the kiss, sometimes they would fight for dominance, but today it seemed that Jungkook was happy letting Hoseok run the show.

“What has gotten into you?” Jungkook’s voice was soft as he bite softly into Hoseok’s lower lip “not that I am complaining,”

The oldest dancer groaned “it is this sweater, you look so soft, and everybody felt like touching you all the time, there were doing it to mess with me,”

Jungkook giggled, not sometimes he did a lot, he normally favored the louder laugh deep in his throat “You like the shirt don’t you hyung?”

Hoseok knew that some people got off on having their partner call them hyung or anything like that, but Hoseok wasn’t one of them he prefers hearing his own name from Jungkook’s lips “my name,” Hoseok mumbled as he kissed under Jungkook’s jaw.

“Hoseok, can we take this to the bedroom, Tae is still making fun of me for last time.” Jungkook’s voice was breathy and whiny, just the way Hoseok loved it. He knew he couldn’t mark the younger, in their line of work it simply wasn’t possible, but God he wanted to.

Jungkook had a point tho, it wouldn’t be that good if they got caught in the hallway by any of the remaining BTS members, and without a word he lead a slightly panting Jungkook to the shared room, they had managed to swap with Namjoon after one specific time when they had gotten caught having a little too much fun in the leaders bed.

They didn’t manage to do much more than close the door before Hoseok was on Jungkook like a hawk again pressing the younger back into the bed as softly as possible Jungkook just let him, holding a light grasp on the older forearms to pull him down with him, Jungkook had already started clawing at Hoseok’s shirt wanting to feel the dancers skin against his fingers “Cloths please!”

He couldn’t explain why he felt so desperate, maybe a combination of the mood and the fact that they hadn’t touched each other for a while… a very long while. Hoseok was easy to comply with Jungkook request as he only shortly pulled away from the younger to pull the shirt over his head taking the few moments to watch Jungkook big eyes open wide with almost innocent glee and mouth slightly open panting lightly, it was amazing.

He didn’t get much time to look over his boyfriend tho as Jungkook pulled him down into a soft kiss with a trace of desperation behind it “Hobie please,” the desperation was clear in Jungkook’s voice, and who was he to deny his baby what he wanted.

He managed to get them both undressed, or mostly undressed leaving Jungkook in the sweater cause that shit was adorable. He let his hands glide up Jungkook newly naked thighs until he had that world trained ass in his hands not being able to keep himself from lightly massaging it in his hands.

To this day he was still flabbergasted every time he looked at Jungkook under him, hard to accept that this amazing being had chosen him over all other choices he had still made his heart feel warm and fuzzy.

Tho he didn’t really have a lot of time to think about that when he let his hand glide farther down to Jungkook’s entrance where he felt something that wasn't supposed to naturally be there “Kookie?”

Jungkook was blushing and then looking away as Hoseok grabbed the end of the princess plug and slowly pulled it out leaving a wet noise in the air as Jungkook’s body slowly let go of it “It was why Joonie was teasing me, he noticed I was sitting weirdly… I wanted to surprise you.”

Well, Jungkook did get what he wanted for that, Hoseok was surprised and now it made sense how Jungkook had blushed when their dear leader had talked to him. Even if it did make Hoseok a little jealous that Namjoon had noticed before he had, “Aw baby, you wanted to be ready for me, here I thought I was the one who wanted you too much.”

“Hoseok please, I am ready don’t tease me.” Jungkook’s big eyes were wet with tears, Jungkook had always been easy to tears when he was teased, such a sweet little boy.

Normally Hoseok wouldn’t have given in, he would have kept up his teasing and instead seen if he could push Jungkook father, but he also knew that it wasn’t the mood today. Instead, he leaned over Jungkook to grab a condom from the bedside table only for his hand to be grabbed by Jungkook “I want to feel you when you…” Jungkook looks bashful, not sure how to say it and his voice was low when he mumbled out “cum inside me”

Well shit, that was one way of saying it “you sure?”

Jungkook was quick at nodding “We have gotten test since we gotten together, I want this.”

Hoseok knew that he should probably argue with jungkook about it, but he also knew that Jungkook had a point, they had been tested and both were clean, he instead grabbed the lube from the bedside table, “okay,” he leaned down to give Jungkook a kiss on the side of his mouth as he uncapped the lube still in his position between Jungkook’s thighs, plug long forgotten on the floor were Hoseok threw it.

As Hoseok took the time to spread the lube over his very hard cock, Jungkook whined wriggeling a little as he felt his hole clench around nothing “please Hoseok, hurry up” he knew that he was being a brat, but he wanted Hoseok to hurry up who knew how long time they had the dorm alone together.

“I know baby, but I wont hurt you no matter what happens,” he hissed a little as the cold lube was spread over him, guiding his erection to Jungkook’s still loose hole “you sure?”

He would almost cry if Jungkook backed out now, but he would also accept it cause that was the kind of guy he was, also known as not a terrible person “Stop stalling!”

“If you say so, my whiny baby,” Hoseok intertwined their fingers above Jungkook’s head as he slowly pushed into the younger tight warm heat Hoseok couldn’t stop himself from whining out “so tight” in low voice, cause how was Jungkook tight after wearing a plug all day? That was not how bodies worked.

Hoseok wanted to take it slow at first, but it seemed that Jungkook was done waiting for wHoseok to be soft as strong legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer until he bottomed out leaving both idols moaning in low voices, “fuck Kookie, I was trying to be slow and romantic.”

“I wore a plug an entire day grinding down on a chair thinking about this moment, there is nothing romantic about this, now please fuck me before Jimin notices that we are using his bed.” oh… they were using Jimin’s bed weren’t they? Hoseok hadn’t even really noticed, actually why did Jimin store lube in his side table like Hoseok?

Actually that was a question for another day that Hoseok really didn’t have the time to answer that right at that moment since he had a certain maknae tightening his inner muscles while rolling his hips trying to get Hoseok to move “Hobi, please come on!”

Hoseok bit his lips as he looked down at Jungkook under him, their fingers still intertwined and the youngers eyes open and wet with frustrated tears erection hiden by the baby blue sweater, not like he could deny Jungkook anything so he started as slowly as possible to move his hips in strong but precise movement aiming for that one spot inside his boyfriend that would make him see stars.

Luckily it didn’t take long, the telltale sign of Jungkook’s high throat moan and how his hand tightened around Hoseok while a full body shiver went through him was enough of a sign and Hoseok did his best to try and his that spot with every one of his thrusts, Jungkook’s moans getting higher in both volume and pitch the closer he came to his orgasme.

Hoseok who had been working on a very persistent hickey forgetting or ignoring all the rules about marks finally pulled his head up to look in Jungkook’s eyes “do you want me to touch you or?” after they had found out that Jungkook could come untouched if he was worked well enough it had been the youngest favorite way to cum.

“No please, just like this” Jungkook’s voice were whiny and Hoseok smiled resting his forehead against Jungkook’s both of them were sweaty and they would need a shower after it, but for now it was good and awesome.

Hoseok could see how Jungkook was getting closer and closer, his brows were furrowed and his voice turned even more whiney, “Fuck you look so good like this baby,” Hoseok kissed the corner of his mouth while keeping his hard thrusts up “I love you like this, I love you.”

Hoseok did always get slightly sob romantic during sex sometimes Jungkook would laugh at him teasingly, and sometimes like this it would get him going as Jungkook tightened around him, cum splattering on both of their stomachs with a whine of Hoseok’s name.

That all in all was enough to force Hoseok’s orgasme as well no longer being able to hold it back as he emptied himself inside of Jungkook leaving both of them to fight to catch their breath lost in the after glow of great amazing sex.

Which of course didn’t last long as a yell entered the room “Of course it is in my bed! I am having a fucking orgy in your bed with every idol I can find in you guys bed!”

Here is the words I use, feel free to request any of the words with a specific pairing!

Day 14. Run Day 15. Tactil Day 16. Ink _ Taekwoon x Wonshik Day 17. Red _ Taehyung x Hoseok Day 18. In my sights Day 19. Breath - Jackson x Namjoon Day 20. Closing in _ Yongguk x Youngjae - with Yongguk having an anxiety attack and Youngjae helping him Day 21. Haunted _ Seokjin x Jungkook for bubungoc13 Day 22. Needle _ Namjoon x Jungkook Day 23. Ashes Day 24. Cold hands, cold feet Day 25. I know _ Jin x Suho Day 26. Settle down _ Namjoon x Seokjin Day 27. Note _ Johnny x Ten Day 28. Fireworks _ Hoseok x Taehyung for BalancedEclipse Day 29. Wait _ Jungkook x Jin - About Jin’s missing lines, fluff Day 30. Subtle _ Mark x Namjoon

Also, I have both a Jungkook x Vixx 8k story done and a chapter of Hidden omega, but my beta is a little bit busy so those won’t be published until beta’ed!

- Prussia

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Coroners Inquests in Somerset from old newspaper archives

Weston-super-Mare Pier Suicide, August 1881

The wife of Mr. Richard Nash of Oakhouse Martley, Worcester, committed suicide by jumping off the pier in Weston-Super-Mare. She went for a walk with a friend and while her friend was paying for the pier, Mrs. Nash came to the railings and climbed into the water. The body was recovered later that day.

Suicide Pact of Huntspill near Highbridge, August 1868

Elizabeth Cridge, nearly sixteen years old, and Jane Meaker, nineteen, both stayed out one night. Their beds had not fallen asleep and they were nowhere to be seen, so a party was looking for them, but to no avail. Eventually her bodies were discovered in a cattle herd on the grounds of her employer. Rather romantic, they were held in the arms of each other, both were obviously cold. There are rumors of this immoral attitude, and these had reached the Vicar, Reverend Arundell. Vicar told her boss, Mr. Hawkins, and he quickly talked to them about the gossip. Hawkins told them that if the rumors were true, they would not have ears on Monday. On Sunday night they made a kind of suicide pact and both dipped into the small, but rather deep pond. The question remained, were they healthy when they did it? The verdict was "Felo de Se". The girls were buried within the day between nine and twelve o'clock at night and did not perform any Christian rites, as was usual for suicides. Huntspill is in a gloomy mood at the moment.

Hallatrow Church Suicide, Somerset July 1861

Hallatrow has no church, but High Littleton, so it could be. Miss Collins, the Virgin of the Church, sent two young girls to clean her up before the Sunday service. They went about their business, and meanwhile their fifteen-year-old brother sneaked in and went to the bell tower. After ten or fifteen minutes, a sister found him swinging on a rope. The rope used was also used to ring the bells. He had been so determined that, while the rope was much too long, he threw his legs away from him, otherwise his feet would have touched the ground and he would get into a kind of kneeling position.

Bath, October 1836

Uriah Hales, a worker, fell into a lime kiln on Lower Bristol Road in Bath. He was released from the oven, but his two legs had literally burned down.

Frome Suicide, September 1843

A tragic event took place about a mile from Frome, Somerset. Thomas Moon went with a relative to Vallis Vale, as he then stood on the rocks and dropped. The height of the rock was about one hundred and fifty feet and not surprisingly it was killed as soon as it hit the ground.

Twerton, Bath June 1860 (fatal accident)

In Twerton, there was a terrible accident in which a little girl died. The name of the children is Grissel and their parents live on the side street of the Royal Oak Inn. The children were playing near the road one day as they walked beside a car with a load of wood in it. One of the pieces of wood weighed a few tons more, and for some inexplicable reason, she managed to fall under the wheel, right above her head. The girl died instantly and her brain stuck out of the head of her lifeless body. Her brother had tried to save her, and his foot was squeezed under the wheel.

Weston-Super-Mare, October 1885

Mrs. Emily Kirkbride had employed Emily Mary Nicholas as a domestic worker at Woodhill on Manor Road in Ashcombe. She had been there for over four years, but Mrs. Kirkbride guessed she was pregnant. She had a word with her and told her that she was right in her assumption. Kirkbride then told her mother to go home. Nicholas was disappointed with the news, but was told that she could stay another day. Mrs. Kirkbride left her alone the next day around three o'clock and when she returned at seven o'clock, she saw that the house was locked and not lit. Kirkbride thought she'd been picked up at the train station to stay out for half an hour, but then she heard a moan. The mistress got help immediately and the door was opened. A message has been sent to get her mother or father, and at a good time. As soon as they opened the door to her bedroom, her father appeared to console her. Nicholas had taken some poison and the doctor was able to rescue her, and a few days later she went home. The day after she went home, she gave birth to a child, but she was born dead, and a few hours later Emily Nicholas died. She left a sad letter saying, "I hope the Almighty will forgive me for what I will do and bring me home so I can be with Him. I do not want to live so as not to be a problem for anyone. Goodbye, my dear mother and father, brothers and sister and my dear mistress. I hope to see you again someday. Friends, you all know about it; it will drive me crazy. I hope that the bad misery has to suffer and bear all costs. So goodbye. "Nobody knew who this mysterious person she's written about.

Dowlish Wake February 1881 (Vicars Suicide)

The vicar of Dowlish Wake, Rev. Benjamin Speke, killed himself by drowning. His wife had died the day before, and a few years ago the clergyman was missing. His clothes were found in London, several weeks later he turned up in Cornwall and managed to get a job as a rancher. He was eccentric, to say the least!

Hampton Rocks Skeleton, Bath September 1893

Two boys have made a terrible discovery while exploring a cave. While they were in the Hampton Rocks Cave in Bath, they came upon the remains of a 20/30 year old woman, covered with flat stones and badly decomposed. It was limited to being a skeleton, and had been there for a long time and could only be designated as a woman due to the clothes and hair rest. The boys came in contact with the police, but eventually the County Police took over the investigation.

Nailsea Dynamite Suicide, October 1893

John Roberts was a miner and he lived with his wife in Nailsea and, to say the least, had a stony relationship and was brought to court for their attack. As a miner, he sneaked some sticks of dynamite from his workplace, put a stick in the trash, and lit it while his wife was there, waiting for the thirty-second fuse to end. He went into the yard, then heard a loud explosion (and the people who lived a mile away said they heard it) and his head was blown to atoms.

Keynsham, March 1857 (fatal accident)

A fatal accident occurred at the Hillsbridge Iron Works near Keynsham. A man with the rather Dickensian name, Holiday Bush, who worked as a roller operator at the factory, picked up a wrench when a piece of his clothes got stuck in the machine. Then he dragged him headfirst against the drums and he killed immediately.

Portbury Suicide, May 1830

A young boy, only sixteen years old, drowned in Portbury because his lover had rejected him for inappropriate behavior while her husband was away. The guy tied a huge stone around his neck with his braces and plunged into the water. Because he was believed to have committed suicide, his body was buried at midnight and without religious rites.

River Avon near Bath, March 1904

An investigation was made of the body of a gentleman employee named C.F.Davis of Clevedon, whose body was fished out of the Avon. He left a farewell letter and his hat on the bench, as well as a second note to the coroner: "I have fully realized this act of the terrible eternity that awaits me in the episode, but it is only the fitting end to a life of misery. God help my soul. Tuesday, February 23; 9 am to 3 pm. Moved to six o'clock tomorrow.

The following letter to a friend reads: – "I hereby send you a pair of golden links, the last possession with which I must part. Try to ponder all the friends in Clevedon, kindly, and forgive the hasty deed I'm going to make tonight … Tell everyone who's interested in finding my body as soon as possible. I'm afraid of rats and eels. The only step I still have to take; what else can I do? I've done my best since leaving Clevedon to fight it. The more I think, the worse I am and the more urgent it is for me to clarify as quickly as possible. God forbids that it was always my intention to "make" anyone, but circumstances change the cases. My life was a cursed life. "

His uncle killed himself twenty years ago, and his mother died in an asylum for about a month, and a warrant for his arrest has been issued. Judgment "Suicide while temporarily insane".

Puxton Station near Weston-Super-Mare, September 1904

The express train had just driven through the Puxton Station near Weston-Super-Mare when a layer of slabs noticed something on the tracks. On closer inspection, it turned out to be the decapitated body of a young woman. The remains were identified as those of Katherine Woodford at the age of 24, the daughter of Locking's rector. She had driven around the area and the bicycle was discovered in a field some distance away.

Weston Super Mare Suicide, August 1884

A member of the Volunteer Engineer Corps, a man named Twitt, blew himself out in his bedroom in Weston-Super-Mare. His sick wife was in bed at the time, and his wife was very desperate for his suicide and she is not expected to recover from the shock.

Suicide of Grosvenor Suspension Bridge, Bath, February 1918

An airplane worker, Mabel Holland, 16, jumped from the Grosvenor Suspension Bridge in Bath. She was suspected of dishonesty, but this was unjustified and the girl from Bath decided to end everything. She left a message why she had done it.

"I've almost lost my thoughts with their taunts. The girls who work with me have driven me to it. "

Weston near Bath, July 1900

A mob of 200 to 300 people in the village of Weston near Bath attacked a poor woman. Her husband had died, and shortly afterwards she was convicted of a crime. The unruly crowd seized them, lit them, and pulled them through the streets, which were attached to a rope. Reverend Hayas Robinson, the pastor of the parish, intervened as they "crouched", cutting the rope and freeing the woman. One man was imprisoned for three months and two others were each a few weeks in the clink. Some others were fined £ 2 each.

Glastonbury Church Suicide, February 1840

The suicide of a Mr. Bullhead took place in Glastonbury. He was heavily in debt and owed £ 1700 to a local firm, and it was assumed that he had invested in the Glastonbury Canal, which apparently also lost money. The solution was simple. Mr. Bullhead borrowed the keys to the church tower and told the sexton he wanted to survey the surrounding countryside to see if it had been flooded in the recent violent rainstorms. He made it to the top of the tower and then dropped off.

Lansdown Grove Hotel Suicide, Bath, September 1889

A body of a man was discovered near the Lansdown Grove Hotel in Bath. He was found under an elm and was identified as the inmate of Bailbrook Asylum. His name was Julian Fowler, the son of the vicar of Walton near Clevedon. He had shot himself in the head with the weapon at his side. A few days earlier, Fowler's father allowed his son to take him home. This he did over a little break in Wales. The father sent a postcard to the responsible asylum officer, Dr. Ing. Wetherley, and said that they would come back that day. Fowler and his father arrived from Chepstow, Bath, and he had to travel three miles back to Bailbrook alone. This was the occasion he needed and then committed suicide near the hotel.

Gurney Slade Fatal Explosion, January 1832

Mr. George Gait, a grocer in the village of Gurney Slade, went to his wife. The rest of the family, a total of eight, went to the chapel, with one of the daughters making a fire and throwing the contents of a box into the fire. She thought it was the coal box, but it contained several pounds of gunpowder and the house was torn to pieces. Two of the children were completely killed and three are in critical condition.

Badmord / Suicide, February 1850

Edmund Hunt killed his own life and that of his toddler in Bath. The child's wife and mother were an ordinary shoplifter, and when he came home one night and found out she had been arrested again, he took the child and went down to the River Avon and plunged into the water. He was deeply attached to the child and only thirty-seven years old.

Banwell Drowning, Weston-Super-Mare, January 1884

In Banwell, a few young men named Phillips and Richards had a street brawl. Phillips was dragged away by his friends, and Richards was led by the crowd to a mill pond where he was pushed. In the middle of the pond was a tiny island he stayed on until he said they had a boat. Instead, he took a bath for it, got caught in weeds, and immediately drowned.

Taunton Suicide, October 1868

About seven miles from Taunton in Blackdown Hills, a corpse of a man was found, with his neck slashed. In a ditch, about a mile from the Holman Clavell Inn in Pitminster, the ruined remains were found and nearby were a razor and a knife, both of which were covered in blood. The man's name was Henry Mitchell of Crediton and was a former member of the 16th Rifles, and it was estimated that it had been there for at least a week.

Southstoke Brewery Fatality, Bath, March 1887

Thirty-six-year-old Charles Witchell (# 2), Crossway Cottages, Combe Down, lived with his brother and sister and was missing from his home. He had worked for Southstoke Brewery in Bath for twenty years. Questions were asked about his whereabouts and it was found that he had not worked in the brewery, they thought he had gotten sick and stayed home. As the hours turned into days, the family became worried and wanted. His body was in an empty container in the brewery. He was accidentally found when a worker went to the roof of the building, and he spotted Witchell's hat next to the tub. The vat was empty but contained enough gas to kill a man. It can not be determined whether it is a tragic accident or suicide.

Suicide in Taunton County Gaol, February 1850

County Gaol in Taunton saw the suicide of a juvenile prisoner. 16-year-old W.Hounsell was imprisoned for fleeing the Chard Union. He was obviously so disturbed by his stay with Her Majesty that he threw himself under the wheel of a treadmill on which eighteen men worked. They tried to stop in time, but the guy was badly disheveled and when they got him out, he was already dead.

Monkton Combe Mill Suicide, September 1864

Thomas Watts, a miller, left his house and went to the mill in Monkton Combe. During the morning, someone wanted to talk to him about business matters, but they could not find him and looked around. He was found in the mill, which hung on a beam. In the roof area where it was found, the soil sinks seven feet deep so that the grain can run into the mill. He stood on the edge of the bath and tied a rope around a beam, put it around his neck and jumped off.

Bad self-immolation, August 1863

The wife of William Wallace, a farmer living in Worle, committed suicide in a frightening manner. One morning, Mr. Wallace left the farm to look over fields and cattle, leaving the wife and two children at home. Shortly after leaving, she dressed in a robe, went downstairs, turned on a light, and lit up. As she got out, she went into the garden and died of the terrible burns she suffered. She was called a "weak intellect" and had some weird delusions because her husband moved to a bigger and better farm. Friends told how she used to say that she did not want to leave the farm, and they had to carry her in a coffin.

Fear and Cowardly Saw, Bath, May 1834 (tragic accident)

27-year-old Henry Abrahams oversaw the circular saws of Messrs. Fear and Coward in Bath. When he came into contact with him, he turned to 3600 feet per minute. He first took off one arm, parted the side, tore open the guts, and released them. He was taken to United Hospital but it was hopeless and he died the next day.

Clevedon, July 1899 (woman found on rock)

William Hancock, a boatswain, rowed his boat near Salthouse Mill when he spotted the corpse on the rocks. He went to Clevedon and said Sergeant Fairchild. They found her again, and the only clue to her identity was the "H.W." she wore on her clothes. She was about thirty, blue coat and skirt, blue cap, black silk waistband and children's boots. It seems that the woman had fallen from a nearby, about thirty-meter high cliff on the rocks and was beaten by the waves and rocks around him.

Bad brothel suicide, June 1860

Thomas Bull, a farmer from Basingstoke, who had hung himself up at Monmouth Street 8 in Bath and was known as a loo. He went to Bath to attend the races in Lansdown. Then he met a prostitute named Jeffries. He went to the above address and stayed there for a few days. The brothel's wife told him to go home because he was depressed. He said he would and decided on a kip before he went back and he asked her to wake him up at three o'clock. The door was tightly closed when she wanted to start it up, so she fetched a copper cellar that helped open the door, along with a carpenter. They found Bull hanging on a string at the bedpost. The body was freezing cold and his hands were black, which means he was long dead. He had only one shirt on and no money or papers to prove who he was.

Frome, August 1847

A fatal accident occurred near Frome, who, it seems, was seen in a woman's dream. The wife of a man named Gibbs, who was a carter, dreamed that a car had run over her husband while he was at work killing him. She was absolutely convinced of that, but he gave it away. He had to go to Bath one day and the wife asked him to take her daughter with him. Everything went well until they returned at seven in the evening and came to Ammerdown. The horses got angry and Gibbs tried to jump and stop them. Suddenly the dream came true in all aspects. He was run over by them and lived for several hours, but during the accident, the daughter tried to help and was run over and even killed.

Somerset County Gaol, Taunton, January 1857 (tragic accident)

George Kingdon was a prisoner in County Gaol in Taunton. He was with six others in the drainage work and above them were some men on scaffolding. An iron bar fell down and tried to jump out of the way, instead she landed on his head. He breathed unconsciously and only lasted a few minutes before he died. An autopsy revealed that bone fragments had entered his brain from the skull. The bar had fallen nearly fifty yards, and if he had stayed where he was, the bar would have missed him.

Saltford Drowning, Somerset. September 1906

When Douglas Snell Chamberlain swam at Saltford's Avon on Saturday at the age of nineteen, he suddenly sank and dragged another swimmer, his cousin, Heal. Several people went to their aid and Heal was saved in an exhausted state, but Chamberlain was drowned.

Badmord / Suicide September 6, 1870

Mr. H.C. Hopkins writes in the British Medical Journal about the sad case of Miss Prankard, now in Bath United Hospital, and says she was wounded by two bullets, one of which kicked in front of her ear on either side. Both are now housed in the bones of the upper part of the mouth or in the nostril. To date, it has developed positively, but so far has not tried to remove the balls.

September 19, 1870 – Miss Kate Prankard, one of the victims of the late murderous assault, in which her sister was killed by her father and shot herself in the head, has recovered sufficiently to leave the hospital and live with her Friends It will be remembered that two bullets were placed in her head, above the palate, behind her nose, but the surgeon decided that no surgery was necessary in the hope that they would work out. They were right, because on Wednesday a bullet broke from where it had been embedded and fell into the young lady's mouth.

October 1, 1903 (The request)

The investigation of those killed in a recent Worle accident by a railway engine colliding on a train crossing was completed yesterday afternoon. The evidence showed that just before the accident, Smart, the driver of the car, said he could cross the intersection before the train passed by, and later said he would probably be spending twelve months with him. The jury has delivered a judgment against "Smarty" against Smart and argued that the crossing was not protected by a 70-year signal. Smart was sentenced to legal action, but was granted substantial guarantees for release. (Martha Biddiscombe and Isabel Hannon, both from Ferndale, were killed in the collision in Worle.)

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