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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Poly!Hawk Moskowitz x Lawrence!Reader x Demetri Alexopoulos

Chubby!Fem!Reader ♡ monstercock!Demetri ♡ NSFW

Ask: Johnny finding out that his daughter is in a poly relationship with Hawk and Demetri. Like he didn't know they were all together because it's a secret but then one day he catches them together.

CW: double penetration, mentioned multiple orgasms, getting caught, poor Robby is too used to shit like this.

I took some liberty with this one, so yeah. Also, it got super long, longer than I thought it would be at least, so this is unedited.

This might be my favorite pairing and dynamic to write 😍 if there's anymore ideas for Hawk x Lawrence!Reader x Demetri, send it my way please.

Reader was happy to finally have a break from training as she and the other students broke away to get water. It felt like her dad and Mr. LaRusso were really putting them through it today, working them harder than usual. Even Robby was feeling the burn and sweating up a storm, wiping his brow with a rag before taking a sip of water. It didn't help it was a hot summer day.

"Hey," a voice said behind her. Reader turned to find Hawk with a bottle of water and a grin. "For you."

"Thanks," she giggled, taking it from him with a small smile. She got a shiver as she felt the bottle. "This is cold."

With his smile turning to a smirk, Hawk leaned in close. He lowered his voice to tell her, "Dem snuck a cooler in his backpack. Just for us."

She giggled and cracked the water open, hiding her wide smile by taking a sip. She licked her lips after and hummed. "Lucky us."

Their conversation continued like that, with never ending smiles interjected with giggles. They flirt back and forth, unaware that her dad was watching them from afar. He took long sips of water as he watched them, glaring at the back of Hawk's head. Then Johnny saw Demetri walking over and offering his daughter a granola bar. She took it with a smile and opened it, breaking it in half and offering Hawk some.

"Is there a problem, Johnny?" Daniel asks from the side.

Johnny grunted and turned away from the teens. He felt better turning his back to the flirtatious pair now that Demetri was there, sure that nothing more would happen with him around. "I don't know yet."

Daniel took a quick look to the small group and saw the smile on Reader's face, which was one he'd seen before. It was too sweet, a little shy and hopeful. He'd seen Sam wear the same smile once upon a time. He smirked at Johnny, who seemed to be going through the woes of fathering a daughter for the first time.

"Oh, I see. She's not a little girl anymore, but she's still you're little girl," he mused. Johnny gave him a pointed look, telling him to shut up with his eyes. "It's apart of a gig, whether you like it or not. Boys comes with the territory."

"Yeah, but why's it gotta be that one?" Johnny grunted, looking over at Hawk again, who was somehow standing closer to Reader now.

"Doesn't matter who it is," Daniel chuckled. He shook his head. "If he's not putting his hands on her and hes not a career criminal, your opinion doesn't matter. It's up to her."

Johnny crossed his arms, a little disgruntled with the answer he got which he didn't ask for. He spent the last few minutes of their breaktime glaring at Hawk, but whether the boy knew it or not was uncertain as he made Reader laugh.

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Demetri moaned and gripped Reader's hips as she sank down on his cock. Before he could do much more than that, she grabbed his face and pulled him into a hard kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth as he groaned. He melted into her, pulling her closer, their hips grinding together. She brought her legs to wrap around his waist and hooked them behind him, pulling herself to grind against him. Her cunt gushed around him and they moaned into each other's hot mouths.

"Are you ready for me?" Hawk asked, pumping his cock behind Reader. He stood on his knees at the end of the bed, watching them. He groaned as Demetri spread her ass, letting him see her stuffed cunt as she sat on their boyfriend's cock and slowly rode him back and forth. He whined, "Please say yes, I wanna be inside you so bad."

Reader giggled, but her pussy clenched tight at Hawk's whining plea. She nodded to Demetri, who grabbed her ass firmly, then she looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Come here, babe, Hawk- fuck, I'm ready for you. I need you, too."

Hawk crawled over to them and came to sit behind her, then sat and laid his legs over Demetri’s as he sat between them. His cock pressed against Reader's ass for a moment, hard and leaking pre from the tip. Then Demetri began lifting her up his cock, which was a few inches longer than Hawk's.

He stopped with those few extra inches still buried in her tight cunt and Hawk lead his cock to Reader's pussy, using his other hand to open her up and get himself at the right angle. When he was ready, he nodded to Demetri and watched as he lowered her back down on both of their cocks. He watched her greedy, fat cunt take them both despite their thickness. They fit snugly inside her and it felt so amazing, not only her gummy walls swallowing him up but feeling the vein running along the underside of Demetri's cock pressed against him.

When she sat fully between their laps, it was pure heaven for all of them.

Hawk lent back and rested on his hands, wanting nothing more than to plant his feet on the mattress and fuck up into the pretty girl between him and Demetri, but that was never how these things worked. So he sat patiently as she adjusted to the delicious stretch, her arms wrapped around her tall boyfriend, her head rested on his chest as she breathed heavily. Though she came twice, they had hardly gotten stelarted.

Demetri rubbed her hips in circles, waiting for her okay to continue. In the meantime, Hawk sat forward again and kissed him over her shoulder. He moaned into Hawk's mouth, his grip firming up and making Reader moan alongside him. His finger dug into the fat of her hips and she was sure it was going to bruise.

Hawk chuckled deeply into Demetri’s mouth, a rumble verberating in his chest and against Reader's back. She shuddered and leaned back into him and he put an arm around her waist, grabbing one of her fat tits. He squeezed it as he pulled out of the kiss with Demetri and they both looked to her, seeing her looking up at them. She loved watching them make out, much the same way both of them like watching the other make out with her. It was hot.

"I'm ready," she mumbled softly.

Demetri’s grip tightened on her hips and he grunted, licking his lips. He pulled her up, barely a few inches, and pushed her down again. It started off slow, easing her into the motion, but no matter what the pace was, they were all moaning and groaning as her cunt hugged them. She clenched down on them as she held onto Demetri hard, her nails digging into his shoulders, making him groan from deep within his chest. Hawk grunts and continues playing with her tits, loving the feeling of her being bounced on their cocks.

Her legs unintentionally closed around Demetri’s waist tighter and pulled her hips closer to him, which he loved. With her laying back against Hawk, she was laid out so pretty for him. He had a front row seat to watching her tots get played with and the way her pussy was stretched around their thick cocks. Her clit was on full display, swollen and needy as he moved her against them. With each bounce he made her make, her belly jiggled; it looked so squeezable.

"Oh my god!" Reader moaned loudly, throwing her head back onto Hawk's shoulder. He pinched her nipples and pulled on them, smirking as she tried to muffle her noises by trying to hide her face in his neck. It didn't work out quite like she wanted it to, but she stopped caring as soon as Hawk dipped his head down to kiss along her shoulder. "Fuck! Fuck, it feels so good."

"We know," Hawk mutters into her skin. His low rasp sends shivers down her spine and her cunt clenched down hard on the two fat cocks stuffing her. "You're so tight around us, baby."

Demetri's ears perked up as he listened to his partners and he felt Hawk's cock twitch. It made him groan and he looked at Reader and Hawk with darkened eyes. "Who makes you feel this good?"

Reader opened her eyes to look up at him, letting out a low moan. "You two."

Hawk chuckled, still tweaking her nipples. "What was that? Couldn't quite hear you."

"You two," she said a little louder.

She didn't quite like their teasing tones, so she pulled herself from laying against Hawk. She unwrapped her legs, planted her feet on the mattress, and took the control from Demetri, grinding her hips on him and her ass back onto Hawk. The pace changed significantly, harder and rougher as she rode their cocks.

"Oh shit!" Demetri let out as Hawk bit his lip.

Both of their cocks throbbed as she kept going, Demetri whining as her hands gripped his shoulders. He was suddenly at her mercy and the well oiled machine they had been working as devolved into a monarchy as the queen sat on her throne.

"Who makes you feel good, Dem?" she asked, smirking at him as she moved between them. She clenched her cunt around them as he was about to answer, so that all he did was moan loudly instead. "Aw, not so big and bad now, are you?"

"Fuuuck," Hawk groaned from behind her, hands falling from her tits to hold her waist. He tried to take back some of the control, but it was too late. She had taken the reigns and she wasn't going to be giving them back any time soon. "Reader, I'm gonna come."

"Yeah, you are," she moans, sultry and sweet. "I know you are. I can feel it. You're both gonna come in my tight pussy, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Demetri grunted, trying to keep himself grounded, but his head was growing foggy. As he felt her and watched her and listened to the filthy words she said, he was getting farther away from reality. Bliss was on the horizon, just within his grasp. "Yes, please! Wanna come inside you so bad."

Reader used one hand to cup his cheek and made him look at her, focusing his attention only on her as she suddenly stopped. He whined, but said nothing, never breaking eye contact with her as she shifted her position to sit on her knees. She got the best view to watch his eyes roll up as she dropped herself down on their cocks again, beginning a rougher pace as she started bouncing on their pretty cocks.

"You can come inside, Dem. It's okay. I want you to," she told him, reaching behind her to grab at Hawk's head. His hair was already messed up, so she could push her fingers into it easily. She gripped the back of his head harshly and pulled him toward him, his lips attaching to her shoulder once more, but this time with a better grip. He bit into the juncture where her shoulder meet her neck and she moaned really pretty for them, but never stopped her pace.

Nothing deterred her as she brought them closer to the cliff's edge. With each drop, her thighs smacked into Demetri's and her fat ass met Hawk's hips. It filled the room with lewd clapping as her wetness spread over them, gushing from her cunt and ensuring they were buried deep in her pussy. Between the both of them, they were hitting all her spots and making her belly tight, burning hot with the approaching orgasm they were about to share.

Demetri was lost, teetering on the edge. Reader pulled him down and pushed his face into her bouncing tits. Once he was smothered by the pillowy flesh, he lost it. His eyes rolled up behind his lids and he came hard, cock jerking hard as he began to unload into her tight cunt. Hawk felt every throb and spurt of his cock and it sent him over the edge, pulling Reader down onto their cocks as they painted her walls white. His hand quickly went to her forgotten clit and started rubbing fast circles onto it, pushing her closer and closer and closer until finally-

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"

Reader screamed with her orgasm as the door to her bedroom was thrown open. She squirted all over the two cocks that made her feel as though she were in heaven, all over the boys who made her feel like a queen. Her body shook with pleasure as horror and dread filled her heart, but she couldn't say a word to her father as he stood frozen in the doorway.

Johnny's eyes quickly scanned the scene, then slapped a hand over his face. He was baffled, startled beyond belief. He'd found more than he was bargaining for, thinking he was going to walk in and find his daughter with one guy, not two. He feels his cheeks warming, but he doesn't know if it's out of embarrassment or anger, or some bizarre mix of both. All he knows in that moment is that his daughter was getting dick from two Miyagi-Fang students and they were all panting like wild animals on her bed.

"Get your clothes on and get out here!" he said, finally deciding to figure everything out. He didn't remove his hand from his face, not wanting to risk seeing the hickeys and flustered expressions of the three again, already blocking out the part he was never supposed to see. "And you're not getting outta talking about it!"

With that, he turned and left the room, feeling his way through the door before dropping his hand and stomping toward the living room. There, he found Robby, who didn't look too phased by the entire situation.

Reader sat sandwiched between her two boyfriends, who had pressed themselves against her to hide her body. The interruption was enough to sober them up from their highs, though the adrenaline was still pumping through their systems. They held her as she trembled, aftershocks of her orgasm still shaking her, but also the mortifying feeling coursing through her veins.

They attempted to sooth her troubled mind and she tried shrugging them off, but that was hard to do when they were both still balls deep in her creamy cunt.

Once they all calmed down, the guys helped her up. Hawk groaned as his cock popped out of her tight cunt and slapped his stomach, wet and creamy, a small stream of their mixed cum following. It mostly clung to and leaked down Demetri's shaft until it reached his balls, which were pressed tight against Hawk's, where it pooled between their two males and made a bigger mess. Then Demetri slipped out of her and they gently sat her on the bed beside them.

Hawk got up while his boyfriend and girlfriend recovered, though it was mostly Reader who needed it. Demetri was massaging her hips and thighs, though he was a little jumpy knowing Sensei Lawrence was outside likely ready to punch him in the face or thrown him down an actual cliff.

As he watched them, making sure they were okay, Hawk blinked himself back into the moment and started gathering their clothes. He tossed Demetri his clothes, but before either of them got fully dressed, they helped Ready step into her panties and shorts, helped her slip her shirt on, gave her reassuring kisses that told her they'd faced off far worse things than her dad. Then they finally dressed themselves and walked out to the living room to face the man.

Johnny still looked furious, but also confused. He pointed at the couch and simply ordered, "Sit down."

Robby had moved to the kitchen, trying to act inconspicuous as he drank his soda and pretended to wait on something in the microwave. He could really care less about whatever he had thrown in there, far more interested in the shit show that was about to begin.

"What the hell is going on here?" Johnny asked, standing in front of his daughter, who was sitting on the couch between one of the biggest nerds he'd ever met and Hawk. They each had a hand on her thighs and he glared down at them, but neither backed down. He zeroed in on Reader. "I thought you said you weren't seeing anyone!"

Reader looked at him. "I wonder why I would do something like that."

Her voice practically dripped with sarcasm and Johnny didn't take kindly to it. "I don't want sass, young lady. I want to know what the fuck you're doing with these two idiots in bed."

"Well, I thought you and Rob were gonna be out longer," she told him. Her heart was hammering away in her chest, but that didn't stop the smartass within her from coming out to shine. It was oddly enough a huge weight off of her shoulders. "So, I invited my boyfriends over."

"We were gone for four hours, what the fuck have you three been doing?" Johnny's stomach sank after he realized what exactly he was asking. "Don't answer that. I don't want to know. Just-" he gestured at the three with his whole hand, drawing huge circles in front of them, "explain this to me. How are they both your boyfriends. I mean, they're okay with that?"

"Yes, we are, Sensei," Hawk answered immediately, staring at him with his head up high. Demetri nodded along, unsure of what he was supposed to say, if anything, in this situation.

"They're my boyfriends the same way one person is to another person," Reader told him. She was holding Hawk and Demetri's hands openly, fingers interlocked and squeezing them tight. Part of her was reveling in the freedom she had to just do that now whilst the other part of her was still freaking out about the fact that her dad had walked in on her fucking her partners. "I love Hawk and Hawk loves me, and he loves Demetri and Demetri loves him, and Demetri loves me too and I love Demetri."

Johnny's entire face changed, as if his brain had short circuited and he was in the process of trying to reboot it. Everyone else in the room could practically see the loading circle spinning over his head. All of his anger for having to come home and find his daughter in such a compromising position had been pushed aside as if to make room for this new information.

Then he said, "Wait, you can do that now?"

Robby snorted, earning a quick glare from his father. He didn't even try to hide his smile.

"Did you know about this?"

"About poly? Yes."

"Wait a minute, who's Polly?"

Robby stared at his father, then looked at his sister and her boyfriends, who all looked equally as exhausted as he felt from that one question. Reader leaned her head on Hawk's arm and sighed heavily, receiving two firm squeezes from her boyfriends as Demetri rubbed her thigh in soothing motions. She hoped to have gotten this over with like ripping off a bandaid, but it felt like pulling teeth.

She wished he'd came home much later.

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bodhranwriting · 10 months

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Kizzy and Sixsmith, my bestest boys and bestest friends:

"Well," Jane said, "She needs a name."

Emmett shifted uncomfortably, rocking the toddler. "But she already *has* a name," he pointed out, "her parents would have named her."

"We can't just keep callin' them 'the baby'," Sixsmith said from the corner. "It's a bit dehumanisin', right?"

"I... guess. But it doesn't feel right."

"It's a placeholder," Jane said, "Until we find them. Any ideas?"

"Well..." Sixsmith began.

"We are not saddling that poor child with any of your names, Six."

Sixsmith held up his hands. "Fuck no," he said. "I was goin' to suggest the obvious. Iris."

Emmett looked at the toddler in his arms. She mumbled in her sleep and shifted. "We can't name her after the ship!"

"Why not?"

"What do I say in years to come?" he persisted, "You're named after a ship? The other kids will laugh."

"Emmett... you're not keeping her."

—————-

“Your child,” Sixsmith announced, “is very clingy.”

Emmett raised his eyebrow. “Really.”

“Yeh. I think you should keep on eye on that,” Sixsmith said, completely deadpan. “’Cause my arms are beginnin’ to hurt.”

“Then put Kizzy down.”

Sixsmith considered it, bouncing the toddler on his hip. “… no.”

……………

A little hand tugged on Emmett’s shirt.

Sniffing a little in the cold, he looked down to see Kizzy – spherical in cold weather gear – staring at him with big eyes under her massive wooly hat.

“Yes, Kiz?”

Chewing her lip, she beckoned him to kneel down.

He did, focused on her hands. The sign language book had been the best investment in the history of the world. It made her so much happier.

She beckoned him closer still.

Frowning slightly, he complied.

Then Kizzy, little Kizzy who had never spoken a word in four years, put her mouth by his ear and whispered, “Fuck.”

Joy swamped him and he grabbed her in a hug. “You can speak? You can speak! Kizzy that’s – wait.” Emmett put her down and stared. “What did you say?”

Kizzy grinned, eyes directed heavenwards. Rocking back and forth on her heels, she calmly enunciated, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.”

Very slowly, Emmett raised his head, gaze zeroing on the figure beating a hasty retreat down the gangplank.

“Gideon Laurence Sixsmith, get the hell back here right now!”

…………..

It had been a long day and the last thing Emmett wanted was to not be able to get into the office.

The door wasn’t locked; he could turn the handle quite easily and even open it enough to stick his hand through the gap.

Something was blocking it and when his fingers brushed yellow cloth, he had a good idea of what.

“Keziah Bianca Nunn, what did I say about turning the captain’s quarters into a den?”

His only answer was muffled giggles.

Two sets of giggles. One very high pitched and the other not.

Emmett sighed heavily and rested his forehead against the doorframe. “Gideon Laurence Sixsmith, you are a full grown man.”

“An’ tech’iclly, it’s me office.”

He raised his eyebrows at that. “It’s our office. You made the announcement last week.”

“Yes, well…” Sixsmith went quiet for a moment and Emmett could hear material rustling.

There was more giggling.

“Six, Kizzy, let me in please. I have to write up the manifest.”

Sixsmith cleared his throat, interrupting him. “Kizzy says, ‘What’s the password’?”

“I work here!”

Even in this mood, his daughter’s cackle made him smile and he closed the door slightly to hide it. “Wrong!”

“’m sorry, Emmett, that’s the wrong answer.”

“Sixsmith, you’re the captain of the ship and you’re playing blanket fort with a cat and a four-year-old.”

“Yeh, ‘m captain of the ship an’ ‘m playin’ blanket fort with a cat and me grandkid. Up yours.”

“Up yours!”

“Thanks, Six, for teaching her that.”

“Hey, at least she’s speakin’.”

“… Please just let me in.”

————-

The hand gripping the straps of her dungarees was iron-tight. Kizzy clawed at the buckles desperately, wishing she could twist so she could get one good *bite* -

And suddenly there was Cloud, yowling streaking across the filthy cellar floor like lightning. The cat sprang onto her captor’s chest, claws out by the sound of his yelp. He dropped Kizzy and she scrambled for a weapon, for cover, heart hammering. Something metal clattered under her hand and she seized it, bringing up an iron bar the length of her arm. She spun about to face the man, ready to swing. Cloud was wrapped around the man’s neck -

Purring like an engine and affectionately smashing her head into his chin.

Kizzy froze, completely bewildered.

What the -?

She opened her mouth to issue a command, but the man got there first.

“Cloud?” His face was twisted, odd, but it was impossible to read exactly why in the dark. He looked towards Kizzy, scratching the cat under the chin, and added, “Then, you must be…”

“Gimme back me cat, mister,” Kizzy growled, “or I’ll whack you with this.”

#writeblr #arcane skies #deaf #writing #queer #cute #i’m writing a book

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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just had a thought about bff!reader getting fed up with bruce and alfred fussing so much over her as the due date approaches and pranking them about going into labor=))) priceless reactions i’m sure

Not quite that but...

"Young Lady," Alfred scolded, watching you shift a box a short way from one table to another so you can have an extra place for your team to fold napkins, "you have a full staff why-"

"Alfred," you sigh, "can I just-"

"Absolutely not. Kay can oversee all of this there's no reason for you to be doing it. It's going to be a long night."

You pinch the bridge of your nose and exhale slowly, trying to get a handle on the frustrated tears that are threatening to fall. And when you can't, you stalk with as much dignity as your present waddle will allow, through a door to a makeshift office holding your head up. It's rude to walk away, but worse for you to just stand there and cry.

"Oh dear," Alfred muttered, following after you. He's not entirely sure why you're crying. But he feels like a heel regardless.

He knocked on the door gently, ignoring your stuttering protest that you're fine and proffering a handkerchief. "Miss Y/N," he said, proffering it more insistently, "why are you crying?"

"I've got 50 things to do and every time I try to do them someone starts scolding me or they take over doing it and then it's done wrong I can't-" you break off crying harder and the Butler winces, guiding you gently but firmly to a chair.

"Forgive an old man," he said, putting an arm around your shoulders and squeezing gently. "Here we are, weeks away from you having a baby of your own and I still see you in my mind with dirt on your face and bandages on your knees." He shook his head and laughed ruefully. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I just feel like I'm doing everything wrong and I'm so scared. I'm going to do it all wrong-"

Alfred tutted and sat in the chair across from yours, tilting your chin up gently. "Stop that right now," he said firmly.

"But-"

"Everything you've done from the second you found out you were expecting has been to protect your daughter," he reminded. "You did it- no one else. All we're doing is worrying while you do all the work."

He laid a hand on top of yours where it rested on your stomach and smiled, "I wasn't exaggerating when I said you were a saint. If I had so many people barking at me I'd probably go mad."

"Alfred-"

"Emma is a lucky little lady to have a mother who loves her so much," he said, taking the handkerchief from you and dabbing at your cheeks. And in his mind, like so many times before, you're just a little girl, looking for someone, anyone, to tell you you were going to be okay. "Next time just snap at me," he said, eyes crinkling at the corners, "your staff probably think I'm back here shouting at you."

And when you giggle, the knot in his chest loosens just a little.

_____________

"Bruce," you yelp, "Don't I need to save-"

"You need to be in bed," he said, carefully taking your laptop.

"Master Bruce," Alfred sighed, "Let her work. She's perfectly capable of getting herself to bed at a reasonable hour."

"Alfred-"

"Master Bruce," he repeated, giving him a meaningful look, "You're understandably anxiety-ridden but Miss Y/N is the one who SHOULD be anxious and irrational and all she's attempting to do is work for YOUR foundation the YOU asked her to do. Please, give the poor woman back her laptop."

"Thank you," you murmur, taking a sip from the water bottle Alfred had just refilled for you.

"I think I've successfully learned my lesson," he chuckled, squeezing your shoulder as he plucked your computer out of Bruce's hand and returned it to you. "Just please, don't start crying again."

"You made her cry?" Bruce asked, bemused, "How-"

"Mostly by being needlessly pushy and overbearing," Alfred said pointedly. "Miss Y/N graciously reminded me that she is, in fact, a very busy woman, and her present condition doesn't change that... In fact it makes things unnecessarily complicated and stressful."

Bruce nodded and claimed your free hand, brushing a kiss against your knuckles. "Point taken," he conceded. "We'll go to bed when you're ready."

"Shower first," you sigh, settling back in to try and finish your budget outline. "My back is killing me."

"Shower first," Bruce amended, kissing your head as he stood up, making a mental note to see if you wanted a backrub before he tucked you into bed.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #bff!reader #anon ask #ask answered #minors dni

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eddiemsbitch · 2 years

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ik you’re going through your requests rn but i was wondering if you could write another das eddie fic where he has everyone over for a dnd campaign and like athena is supposed to be asleep but she wakes up and eddie just lets her sit on his lap so she can go back to sleep or something idk

how did you know what I was doing 0.0 but I just can't turn down dad! Eddie and I've been excited about writing another story about him

Game night with the guest of honor - Eddie x Reader

Summary: After a few weeks of Eddie staying at your house, Athena, your 3 year old finally convinced you to let Eddie watch her at his trailer, plus you had work while he had a dnd campaign, and volunteered.

Warnings: Fluffiness, just a warning I have never been able to play dnd because of my pea sized brain so i'm sorry for any mistakes about the game.

Rushing through the house you tried to gather your and Athena's things, you were twenty minutes late to work and Athena was not cooperating in any way. "Please! I just need you to put your shoes on, Honey! I'm late late and if mommy doesn't have a job she can't buy you toys!" You whimpered trying to reason with the screaming toddler "I want Eddie! I want my Eddie!" She screamed repeatedly kicking rapidly anytime you came close to her "Sweetheart, we told you Eddie will be back after his game, it's really important to him and his friend's are counting on him, he'll be there to pick you up from Max's, you like Max remember?" You explained sitting in the hallway starting to tear up, she had been like this since Eddie left, you sympathized her because the poor girl just wanted her friend back. Jumping up when the landline rung loudly, wiping your face quickly before you answered "Hey Sweetheart..I called to che- Is that Athena crying?" Eddie asked quickly asked hearing your daughter's wails "Yes..but I promised I've got it under control..Max Mayfield is gonna watch her while I'm at work..She knows if it gets too much you're right next door" You explained "I'm about to bring her over there now..Just have fun at your Campaign okay? I'm rooting for you boys" You smiled leaning against the wall "o..okay..I will baby you know I always do..Can I talk to her before you go?.." He asked, and just for a split second you thought you heard his voice crack, handing the phone to your toddler she put it up to her ear sniffling "H-he'yo?" She lisped wiping her face holding your leg as you took your opportunity to put her socks and shoes on her "Hello pretty girl, It's Eddie..why are you bein such a punk for mommy huh?" He asked glancing outside of his window noticing Dustin and Mike getting off their bikes heading towards his door. "I-I want you to come home" Athena whimpered making your heart melt "I will once I get this game done okay? Remember I told you about the story of the seven guys who went on that awesome adventure? We gotta figure out how the story ends tonight" Eddie explained hearing Athena's small gasp "They have to win, Ebbie!" She yelled into the phone, you could hear Eddie's chuckle through the phone "I'll make sure to tell them they have to win for you sweetheart" Eddie smiled "You gotta help mommy though, she's gotta get you to a babysitter okay? I love you so so much" Eddie said softly trying to reason with her without upsetting her "....okaaay" She sighed "I lobe you too, Ebbie!" Athena yelled as Eddie ended the call to let the two freshman in.

Once Athena got to Max's she was fine for about..maybe an hour and a half before it finally hit her that her mom had left, tears welled up in her eyes as she stood in the middle of Max's living room staring at the door "M-Mommy" her small voice whimpered looking around, her movements getting more frantic thinking maybe it was just hide and seek and you were just hiding very well. "Hey honey, Mommy had to go to work but I'm here...we can..watch tv or..have a dance party..go outside and feed the doggy?" Max listed off, Athena sniffled nodding a bit "Doggy?" She asked, Max smiled in victory picking Athena up swiftly carrying her outside towards the fence smiling at the small dog who barked loudly. Athena was interested and played with the small dog for about ten minutes before she had noticed Eddie's van parked across the parking lot, in a quick second Athena had taken off, Max not far behind, panicking that Eddie would be upset and tell you about having Athena outside this late at night. Eddie was inside watching the group huddle together discussing what exactly they should do next "You know, there is no shame in running" Eddie teased smirking at them, loud rapid knocks on the door made his head snap towards the direction of the front door, confused on who the hell was knocking on his door like that, then as soon as he started walking towards the door the thought of Athena at Max's crossed his mind and he rushed to the door faster throwing open the door looking at the crying toddler on his doorstep. He quickly picked her up looking around for Max, seeing her not long after Athena running up to the door "I-I'm sorry! I-I was trying to show her the dog a-and she saw your van a-and I know Dustin had said something about a campaign tonight" Max rambled, on the verge of tears herself thinking Eddie was going to start yelling about how she was irresponsible and should've kept a better eye on the small child "Hun it's alright...I'm not mad, i've got drinks and snacks in here if you wanna come hang out for a bit?..We're not quite finished with our game but I've got a tv and shit?" Eddie offered giving Max a small side hug rubbing her shoulder slightly as an attempt to assure the teenager it was alright. Max agreed following Eddie inside who carried Athena towards his living room to introduce her to the guys. "Everybody, this is Y/n's daughter, Athena, she's gonna hang out here for a bit so let's try and keep the yelling to a minimum" Eddie explained, Athena clung onto Eddie looking at the others sitting in the room "Ebbie is my daddy" She smiled pointing towards the curly haired man that was holding her "Are you actually?" Dustin asked his eyes widening towards his friend shocked at the information the toddler had just let out "Not biologically, but I mean...I'm dating her mom and Athena and I are like two peas in pod" Eddie explained, Dustin gasping and waving excitedly towards the redhead sitting on Eddie's couch.

Taking in Athena's exhausted state he glanced at the boys "Listen, give me five and I'll be back, She's obviously tired and I want her to have enough sleep" Eddie explained taking Athena to his bedroom laying her down laying next to her, within three minutes of laying in the dark Athena was fast asleep cuddled into Eddie's blankets.

You got off work around nine-thirty and made it to Eddie's by nine-forty five, tired and just wanting to go to bed with your daughter and boyfriend. Walking through the door you saw the sweetest scene you possibly could, Eddie was on his chair holding a fast asleep Athena in his arms, his voice was soft, deep and quiet "You all go deeper into the dark cavern..You are stopped in your tracks by Vecna himself, his thousands of bats swarming your group, do you charge and fight?..or do you flee?" Eddie said dramatically reading off the game card glancing at you smiling, rushing over while the group huddled to decide their last decision of the game. "Hey sweetheart, sorry I'm late, the battle lasted longer than anticipated but the boys are fighting strong" Eddie explained pecking your lips swaying Athena in his arms slightly "When did she come over?" You asked motioning to a passed out Max on the couch and towards Athena "Athena noticed my van and found me..fell asleep around.. eight?.. woke back up and helped me narrate some of the campaign then fell back asleep about nine" Eddie explained to you "Max just stuck around because she felt horrible about ‘disturbing’ our game” he added on watching you nod and slowly start to wake Max up “hey hun..you’re good to go home..I’ll walk you over..I appreciate you so much for watching her, I owe you one” you said as she sat up starting to put her shoes back on, Max hummed In acknowledgement and followed you out the door and towards her trailer.

Eddie walked over to the table holding Athena who started to toss and turn in his arms again, her eyes opening and looking around taking in her surroundings. She sat up in his arms blinking the tiredness out of her eyes as she saw the others surrounding the table “we’re gonna fight.” Dustin said looking at Eddie and Erica, their newest member of Hellfire. By the time you got back to the trailer everybody inside was cheering loudly and hugging each other, you raised your eyebrows walking through the door smiling as they danced around Athena “Y/n! She’s gotta come every campaign!” Dustin cheered happily hugging Athena, Eddie walking up to you pecking your lips “what…happened?..while I was gone?..” you asked giggling “Athena rolled the wining dice” Eddie whispered filling you in hugging you from behind, you smiled brightly “I’m so happy for you guys, Eddie” Your voice came out as a whisper, holding Eddie’s arms as he swayed “I think we should live together” he whispered to you after a moment, holding his breath as he waited for your reply “Okay..I..I like that idea..and I don’t think Athena would oppose either” you chuckled watching the three year old giggle and jump around with the others not really understanding why they were all so happy about her throwing the weird shape, normally you’d lecture her about throwing things.

Honestly eddie and Dustin are the best most chaotic friendship :’) as always lmk what you think

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raventao · 2 years

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Alright, so this is the AU mashup that I had tried to write, based off of a few of @evilwriter37 's AUs that I had read.

I'm not sure it'll be any good. I haven't had much time to write since I had my daughter 3 years ago. (I love her, but she is a walking tornado and requires 100% of my time and energy, so writing has been put on the back burner for now.) And it was written on Google Docs on my phone, so if something looks funky or anything, I'm sorry.

Also, I have never been any good at writing violence of any sort, so the fight scene towards the end was mostly written by my wonderful husband; @aviolentsailor, I just kinda cleaned it up.

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So basicslly this is a VigCup red string of fate soulmate AU + Met as kids same (ish) age AU (Viggo being 16 - 23 throughout the story and Hiccup being 13 - 20) + Dragon God Hiccup AU.

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For the longest time Hiccup is just regarded as having exceptional luck. Throughout all of the dragon raids on Berk, he has never once actually been attacked or even accidentally injured. Dragons tended to either ignore him or go out of their way to not hurt him.

At first, Stoick is just glad he's okay when he watches Hiccup casually walk through the burning village and panicking vikings, not even batting an eye, putting out fires when he was 5. By the time he's 10, Stoick is pretty sure Odin himself is protecting his boy, and he's not complaining, Thor knows he needs the help. May the Gods bless whatever poor soul is his son's soulmate too, or he's sure they'll die of heart failure watching him run around with inventions that explode and ignoring dragon attacks as they happen. Or he will if they’re anything like his boy.

By 11, Hiccup wanders around on his own a lot more than Stoick would like, but no matter how many guards he has tail his son, he always manages to lose them and come back late into the evening. Stoick gives up. His boy will obviously find a way to do what he pleases, he might as well accept it. As long as he doesn't see it, maybe he won't worry as much? Nope. Doesn't work. Even Valka is lost when it comes to how to protect their boy from himself.

What Stoick doesn't know is that Hiccup has been sneaking off the island for years with the help of his Nightfury, becoming one with the sky and helping any dragons in need, or accepting offerings made to him in the name of the Dragon God. He hadn't told anyone who he was, hadn't wanted to scare them, especially when Berk was very clearly anti dragon. He wanted to help, but if they were fighting the dragons, then they weren't fighting the other tribes in the archipelago. Dragons hurting his people, he could do something against. Humans, in his weakened mortal state, he could not.

When he was 13 he had been out flying in the early morning mists, having had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. That was when he saw it. A ship. The flag was a dragon run through with a sword; Hunters. It was being bombarded by a horde of angry dragons. Looking closer, it appeared that the whole crew had been taken out. Whether they were all dead or just unconscious Hiccup didn't know, but something told him to check it out. Landing; he easily dismisses the attacking dragons with a wave of his hand.

"Go find some sea dragons to tow the ship back to Berk, Toothless. Around the back of the island. I'll tend to the crew." He says as he sets to work checking the pulse and injuries of each person he could find on the ship. He didn’t know why he was helping them. Honestly, they deserved this for all the dragons they had hurt in the past. But, then again, this was soothing that pit in his stomach, so this must have been what he had been worried about. The question then became; why? As far as he could tell it was a fairly ordinary Hunter ship, if not just a little undermanned.

There seemed to have only been 20 men on the ship, 7 of them had not survived, and Hiccup for some reason hoped they hadn't suffered too much. He dragged the remaining 13 onto the upper deck and set to work bandaging them up with whatever supplies he could find. One member in particular that caught his attention was the youngest member of the crew; he looked to be only a few years older than himself. He seemed to only have superficial wounds, only a few cuts and bruises. Gothi would know more. Perhaps he should have paid more attention when his father had sent him to learn from their healer? He knew enough basic first aid to help himself, but did he know enough to actually help these men?

None of them woke up on the trip back, as quick as it was. He took the time to himself to check the rest of the ship over and make sure that there weren’t any dragons onboard the ship. Just because he was helping them survive, didn’t mean he would let them hurt his children. Once to shore Hiccup leaves Toothless to defend the ship from the shadows as he takes off running back to the village. His father would be mad that he had been so far away, but hopefully the ship of injured men would take precedence. His father might be wary of them at first, but he knew that he was a generally good man. He wouldn’t let them die. Right? Right.

"Dad, there's an emergency!" He calls as he dashes into the great hall, approaching Stoick's throne. He knew there were other people in line to talk to his father that he had just run past, but hopefully they’d understand? "I was out on the far side of the island-" He barely gets that much out before Stoick cuts him off.

"Again? Hiccup, you know I don't like you adventuring so far out there alone! There are wild dragons out there, and wolves! You could get hurt and I'd never know!" Stoick scolds. It takes a lot for Hiccup not to roll his eyes at his father’s worries. He should know by now that no dragons are going to attack him. And if anything else were to try, be it wolf, wild boar, malcontent sheep or angry yak, Toothless would defend him. He was perfectly safe. But, he supposed his dad didn’t really know about Toothless so … it was a moot point.

"I know, but that'll have to wait, a ship of injured men washed up on the beach. I tried to help, but they need more." Hiccup huffs, crossing his arms as Stoick finally lets him talk. At this his father stands quickly and gathers a few of the men that were nearby to come with him to investigate.

"How many?" he asks curtly.

"From what I could see, 13 injured, 7 dead. It looks like their ship was attacked by dragons. There are scorch marks everywhere." Hiccup answers, conveniently leaving out the part about them being dragon hunters and that the attack would have been justified. Stoick sends one man to get more help from the village and another to help Gothi be ready when they return with the men. Some even go down to the docks, grabbing a few fishing boats to tow the ship around to the pier to make the trip easier.

Hiccup leads the party to the ship, climbing up onto the deck with ease, carefully motioning Toothless to stay hidden while everyone else is busy with the survivors. He knew as much already, but this was a lot of people, so it was better to err on the side of caution. One of the men seemed to be waking as Stoick stepped on board with a heavy thud and Hiccup was at his side in an instant. He really didn’t want this to turn into a fight and he was sure he was the least threatening person on the ship at the moment. A quiet “Take it easy.” being whispered under his breath to the newly conscious man.

"Ugh, what happened?" He mutters, voice laiden with a strange accent Hiccup had never heard. He opens his eyes slowly, though as soon as he sees Stoick and his men on his ship he reaches for his sword and pulls Hiccup to his chest, holding a blade to his throat. Hiccup wasn't fazed, he’d been threatened before, though Toothless had almost revealed himself if Hiccup hadn't caught it and ordered him to stay away with a pointed look in his direction. "Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?" he asks in panicked anger. Stoick tries to step closer, but the man presses the sword closer to Hiccup’s throat in turn. "Come any closer and the lad gets it." This was ridiculous. They didn’t have time to play paranoid, even if it was a perfectly natural reaction.

"Your ship washed up on our shores, you all looked injured from a dragon attack, so I brought help." Hiccup says easily. "You sustained losses, but most of the crew seems like they'll live, I'm not a healer so I can't say for sure though." That seems to get his attention and the man's grip loosens just enough for Hiccup to push the sword away and step back. It’s obvious he isn’t focusing on them anymore

"Viggo, where is my brother? Is he okay?" The man asks upon hearing and letting the fact that men had died in the attack sink in. Ignoring the pain from his own injuries he was surely feeling, the man got up and started looking around frantically at all the bodies of men on the deck.

"We'll find him, but you shouldn't be moving around." Stoick says, trying to push Hiccup away as soon as he's free. He simply side stepped his father's hand and moved to the other side of the stranger. He didn't hold the hostage situation against the man, he was scared and disoriented in a strange place he didn't know, and worried about his brother. Hiccup helps him sit back down, though it had been a struggle.

"What does he look like?" Stoick asks as the boats he'd sent around arrive and the other men set to work securing the tow lines so they can get the men to Gothi.

"He's the youngest member of the crew, 16, grey tunic, black hair, scar on his neck." The man describes shakily, taking deep breaths. “This wasn’t supposed to be a dangerous voyage, Grandfather will kill me if something’s happened to him.”

"Oh, he's fine.” Hiccup answers quickly, remembering the young man easily. “Pretty sure he just hit his head. I didn't see any blood on him when I was bandaging everyone up." Hiccup smiles, kicking his legs as he jumps up to sit on the ship's railing. "What's your name?" he asks, trying to get the man to calm down at least a little, focusing on other things would help, he hoped. Quietly, he directs Spitelout to where Viggo had been laid so he could bring him over to his brother.

"Ryker." Was all he got as the others set to work checking on the members of the crew. Viggo was brought forward to Ryker, who still inspected the boy himself. Hiccup didn’t mind, someone who knew him better might catch something he’d missed.

“What were you doing out there? I didn’t think Dragon Hunters came this far south.” Stoick asks once Ryker has calmed down enough to talk.

“We were out looking for his soulmate.” Ryker answers, nodding down to Viggo’s sleeping form. “It’s a tradition in our village that if your soulmate isn’t from the village that you go out to look for them. Viggo just turned 16 last month and planned out the expedition himself. We didn’t realize that his string led so far away though, or into such dangerous waters. We might just have to turn around and go back if it leads farther out still. It’s getting too dangerous for us to be out here.” he explains. Things went well after that. The news that they hadn’t been out hunting was a relief to Hiccup. Plus it turned out that the crew that had survived would be fine due to his quick action, Gothi even gave him a proud pat on the shoulder when she arrived on scene with Gobber and a whole lot of baskets of medicine and bandages.

The ship had been totaled, and their supplies were ransacked by the dragons, so the hunters would have to stay on Berk until it was fixed. Longer if they hadn't healed before that since several men had sustained serious injuries. Hiccup spent a lot of time in the great hall while the outsiders were recovering, watching them from the rafters and just observing them. Ryker had apparently been the captain, and from the bits and pieces he could catch, this had been the first time Viggo had been allowed to venture out past the main hunting grounds around their Village. There had been some sort of whisperings about the future chief being in danger too, but he couldn't quite discern who that was just yet. It had surprised him the first time Viggo had instantly spotted him up in the ceiling, but he supposed that maybe Viggo was just really perceptive? He hadn't stayed longer to find out. They were hunters. They killed his dragons for sport or for profit. He didn't need to hear any more talk about it. He had saved their lives on a whim, but that didn't mean he had to like them.

Stoick did though. His father was trying to negotiate some sort of treaty with the hunters, trying to find a way to protect his people from the dragon attacks that had begun growing in frequency. Hiccup disapproved, but he wasn't chief yet, so he couldn't say anything against a decision Stoick the Vast had already made. He thought he had been doing just fine protecting the village. Their losses in food had been manageable, and the last time anyone had died in an attack had been years ago. But apparently that wasn't good enough for his father. He left before things could be settled. He didn't want to hear how the hunters planned to trap and kill his dragons. And he especially didn't want to hear how Berk was going to help them.

He wanted to fly away on Toothless, clear his head and just enjoy his friend's company. He must have been more distracted by the conversation between Stoick and Ryker than he thought when Viggo managed to actually surprise him, pushing him out of the way and to the ground with a frantic call of his name just as Toothless emerged from the bushes at his bird call, ready to pounce and smother him in hello kisses. Viggo's sword was drawn and Hiccup felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest as he pushed himself to his feet to get between them.

"NO! Don't hurt him!" Hiccup shouts, throwing himself over Toothless' head to protect him.

"It's a dragon! A Nightfury! They're dangerous, Hiccup, get out of the way!" Viggo all but demands, and he has to wonder when exactly they became so familiar that Viggo thought he could order him around.

"Does he look like he's going to hurt me?" Hiccup glares as he straightens out a little, stepping back only just slightly, his hand still on his dragon's head. Toothless gives his hand a concerned nuzzle before curling his body behind him defensively, his tail raised in the air, ready to swoop Hiccup onto his back at the first sign of trouble. Viggo surveys them critically, obviously skeptical. It's fine. He understands.

"How are you controlling him like that?" Viggo asks, mystified, only dropping his sword a little. It’s pointed to the ground now, but he hasn’t put it back in its sheath, ready to come back up at a moment's notice. He doesn’t trust what he’s seeing, even if Hiccup does seem to believe what he’s saying. It’s still a wild dragon, no matter how you look at it.

"I'm not controlling him, we're friends." Hiccup answers with a roll of his eyes. "Put the sword away, he won't hurt you unless you hurt me." Viggo still doesn't believe him, but begrudgingly does as he's asked. He can tell that Hiccup does know this dragon better than he does, and that doesn't sit well with him. He thought this village was afraid of dragons, and yet, here was the chief's son running around playing with them? Was he the reason for all their attacks? Was his soulmate insane? As he watches the small viking boy climb up onto the Nightfury's back he concluded, yes. His bonded pair was, in fact, insane.

"It's a wild beast, it can't be your friend. It doesn’t understand what friendship even is. Now get off it before it decides to eat you as a snack." Viggo orders. Crazy or not, this boy was his, and he'd be damned if he stood by and watched him get killed. Hiccup just gives him a confused look before laughing at his order. Well, this wasn’t what he was used to. Back home everyone listened to his commands, sure, this wasn’t his home, but this still seemed like a reasonable order to his ears, and he was the elder of the two of them, he should be listened to for that alone!

"Toothless would never hurt me, let alone try to eat me." He declares jovially as he pats the side of the dragon's head and leans in to whisper something in its ear, still smiling wide. Before he can react, the dragon is running at him, he wants to bring his sword back up to defend himself, but he doesn't get the chance before he feels a scrawny hand on his arm and more strength than he was expecting as he's pulled onto the Nightfury's back behind Hiccup. The dragon warbles in a way that sounds disturbingly like a laugh and Hiccup himself does the same. "You'll want to hang on." He says. It's all the warning Viggo gets before the dragon takes to the sky, his sword forgotten, falling back to the ground as his arms wrap around Hiccup's small waist tightly. Was this boy actually eating anything? He felt like skin and bones. He’s liable to just fly away in this wind if he were to fall off this ridiculous flying lizard.

Viggo has never flown before, sailing, sure, but this was actually flying, not climbing all the way up to the top of the mast and hanging off the edge of the crowsnest to feel the wind in your face and see the horizon as you sail towards it. He had never even dreamed he would see a view as breathtaking as this. He was in the clouds for Thor's sake! The air was frigid and the wind felt sharper, but also, really good? He relaxed just a little as they leveled out. "So that's how you found us." He says reverently, taking in how far into the distance he can see from this height. "I knew we couldn't have drifted this far south in such a short amount of time." You could see miles out over the water, it wouldn't have been hard if Hiccup had been out here that morning to have spotted them. Hiccup stiffens a little in his hold but does give a small nod. "Did you tow us back with this dragon too?" Viggo asks. Maybe his soulmate is less crazy than he thought. Obviously he was still crazy enough to ride a dragon, but they did seem to have some sort of bond. That much was abundantly clear.

“No, I didn’t tow you back with Toothless, but I did have a few other dragons do it.” He answers. "I didn't have to save you though. Once I saw your flag I could have just left you there." Hiccup says, though, Viggo can tell he doesn't mean what he's saying. This boy is too kind to have left them there, floating and vulnerable to further attack. He’ll have to circle back to the other dragons bit later. For now, he had a hunch to follow up on.

"No, you didn't." Viggo agrees. "But, you did. You felt ... compelled to, didn't you?" The older teen asks carefully, a smirk worming its way onto his lips as Hiccup gives a hesitant nod. He obviously doesn’t know where this is going. He can't stop smiling, he really wants to tell him, so he holds up his left hand in front of the two of them. “Do you want to know my theory as to why?” Viggo asks, continuing before Hiccup can answer. "It’s because we're soulmates. The string you can't even see yet, told you to help us." Hiccup hadn't even considered that he might have a soulmate while he was in human form. And a dragon hunter to boot? Freyja had a sense of humor it seemed. He shakes his head.

"No. I saved you because human life is still sacred, even if you are murderers. You’re not my soulmate."

"We hunt dragons, not people." Viggo frowns. “But fine, don’t believe it, you’ll know the truth when you can see the string too.”

"Dragons are my people, so in my book, it’s still murder." Is all Hiccup says as he lands Toothless once more in the clearing where they had taken off from. Viggo gets off and looks around to pick his sword back up. He doesn’t need to look to know that Hiccup has taken back off, evidently done with the conversation. Viggo knows that if he says anything, the town would just think he was insane. No one would believe Hiccup had a pet dragon when the village was constantly being raided by them. Plus, then he would have to deal with the betrayal in the young man’s eyes every time he looked at him. He had just shared something amazing with him, it would be rude to out him like that. Even if it were for his own good. No, his secret was safe for now.

When Stoick and Ryker had learned that Hiccup and Viggo were soulmates, talk of the treaty became much easier. The question wasn’t what did the Hunters get out of the arrangement, but instead if they should send Hiccup back with Ryker and Viggo, or did Viggo stay on Berk. Hiccup didn't come home that night, he still didn’t, couldn’t believe that he had a soulmate, or that said soulmate would so readily hurt his children. He instead found comfort with his dragons in a nest of his own making on a small island past the tallest sea stacks south of Berk’s shores, somewhere he knew neither his father nor anyone else would find him. The God of Dragons, born mortal or not, and a Dragon Hunter? If not so absolutely repugnant, it would be laughable. Except that maybe Viggo was just a little nice to look at? And possibly, his voice was pleasant to hear as well. And okay, his mechanical knowledge when he'd popped into the forge one day was actually pretty impressive. No. No, he couldn't be falling for this human. Be it platonically or romantically. He was not going to let this man who would grow up to hunt his beautiful dragons, who probably already had judging from a few of those scars that littered his body, take up residence in his heart. Toothless snuggled in closer to his friend, purring quietly to help him relax and forget about his plight.

It wasn't the first time Hiccup had stayed out all night, likely wouldn't be the last either, but it was the first that it wasn't due to a fight between Hiccup and himself, and that was what worried Stoick. Perhaps he was worried about what having a soulmate from so far away would mean for him? Viggo had said that he'd told Hiccup about the string. Or maybe it had to do with the young man's occupation? Stoick knew his son liked dragons, more than he really should, given how the dragons regarded Berk. He always voiced his displeasure when any were killed during the raids, Valka smiling and backing him up, ever supportive of their son's whims. His family was going to be the death of him one of these days. He had tried asking Viggo to follow his string to find Hiccup, but he just said he couldn't. It sounded more like wouldn't to Stoick's ears. He knew from experience though that panicking and looking for Hiccup all night wasn’t going to work. If Hiccup didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be.

Viggo is the one to find him when he finally does return the next day around mid day, back in the same clearing as the day before. He's grilling some fish and sharing it with several small terrible terrors, curled comfortably into his precious Nightfury's side. Viggo still hasn’t fully decided if this boy is crazy or extremely brave, but either way, he belongs with him.

"How do you keep finding me?" Hiccup asks, not even turning to acknowledge that he knew Viggo was there.

"The string." Is all Viggo says as he shrugs and walks out of the shadows and over to the other side of the fire. Hiccup didn’t have to believe him that it was there, even though it was, so there was really no reason to start a fight over it. He would find out when he was old enough to see the string himself on his 16th birthday. "Why do I always find you with dragons?" He counters once he's comfortable. "Aren't they dangerous beasts that plague your village?" he asks, quoting Stoick’s own words to him.

"They have to." Hiccup answers with a frown, reaching out to pet one of the small dragons running around him. He looks distressed. "They wouldn't do it if their queen didn't demand so many offerings." That was interesting. How had Hiccup learned that?

"Kill the queen then?" It seemed simple to Viggo though. If he knew what the problem was, why not fix it?

"Because then Berk would be at war with the other tribes in the archipelago. I can handle the dragons, keep things to minimum bloodshed on both sides. I can't help with a war fought against men." Hiccup doesn't know why he's opening up to this hunter, just knows he's easy to talk to. He doesn't like this supposed string. As much as he didn’t want to believe in it, it was the only reason he could think of why things between them were shifting. Viggo stays silent, even after Hiccup offers him a fish, only nodding his thanks.

That admission was a bit strange, and more than a little confusing. How was he even supposed to respond to that? "Your father was worried when you didn't come home last night." He finally says after the fire has died down to embers. He observes as Hiccup only seems to nod.

"He always is. I was fine."

"Where were you? I tried following the string but it led off the island."

Hiccup smiles and scratches Toothless' chin. "With them." Viggo decides then and there to stay on Berk. He needed to protect this boy; if not from outside threats, than from himself.

By the time Hiccup is 16 and can see the string for himself he has come to at least enjoy Viggo's company when he isn't talking about hunting. And Viggo seems eager enough to avoid the subject for his sake, so it works out. He stares at the string often, wondering how such a small thing had such great sway over him. It isn't until he’s forced to take action against the Red Death, to defend Toothless from his father and his village, that he even considers telling Viggo the truth; that he was a God in human flesh. That even though he was in a weakened state due to how much of his power this body could handle flowing through it, that he still held sway over them. Could communicate with them and feel their distress. In the end, he still doesn't tell him.

He had had to save his life, again. This time from a raging titan wing Monstrous Nightmare that had seen the weapons trained on them as Stoick's ships approached the nest and had tried to kill the closest man to it. He had had to exert his own will onto the poor thing to get it to calm down. He tried petting its nose to ease its distress once it had come back to its senses. The waring emotions of fear of both man and its queen's wrath, anger that its nest was being attacked, and hurt in general for oh so many reasons in its eyes broke Hiccup's heart. That was when Viggo suspected that there was more to Hiccup than just scientific curiosity at finding ways to placate the dragons to stop their attacks and animal handling affection. But Hiccup is gone before he can get an answer, just a quiet; "Try not to get killed while I'm gone." Leaving his lips as Toothless and he fly straight for the giant dragon breathing down pillars of fire onto Stoick’s men and his fellow Berkians and the Hunters that had come to aid them.

Hiccup manages to win, though no one is quite sure how, but the look in Hiccup's eye as Viggo approaches is akin to a monumental loss. It doesn’t feel like a victory when he sees him standing there, his hand on the dragon's maw, crying, muttering old words he can't understand, but somehow, knows are an apology. Viggo pulls his soulmate into his chest and holds him tight. He doesn't know why this has his Hiccup so distraught, but he will console him nonetheless. He doesn't like seeing his destined other half so upset.

It doesn't come up again until four years later, when they are 20 and 23 respectively, with the incident with Drago. He has never seen Hiccup so angry as he is when he hears what the self proclaimed Dragon Master is doing. He almost thinks that he'll fly out on Toothless and go on some sort of crusade. He would help him if the young man ever bothered to ask.

Hiccup tries so hard to talk sense into Drago, tries to show him that he doesn't need to dominate and degrade the dragons. That they could be his friends. It doesn't work, and so he's left with no other choice. It was too close for comfort, Drago having the Alpha Bewilderbeast command Toothless to attack him. His dragon would never do such a thing, and he hated having to fight for his dragon’s mind to be his own once more. That was the moment he knew he needed to face this like a God, and not a human.

Viggo saw the change when Hiccup returned to Berk. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, shoulders squared back as he rides with purpose back home. He didn't know what the young man intended to do, but he clearly had a plan. He trusted his soulmate with his whole being. Dominating the Bewilderbeast with Toothless was not exactly what he was expecting. Though after so long of knowing Hiccup, perhaps it should have been. Hiccup had his hand on Toothless' back the whole time. It was clear that they were a team, and they were planning to win, no matter what. With the Bewilderbeast out of the way all that was left to deal with, was Drago himself, screaming at his beast as Hiccup walked up to him, face to face.

"You don't deserve to wear these scales, you never did." He says curtly, though he is too far away for anyone other than Viggo to hear him as he pulls the Nightfury pelt off of Drago's shoulders, forcing the man to kneel in front of him with a single hand on his right shoulder. No one knows where he acquired the strength, but it could very well just be that Drago is in shock at losing when victory seemed such a sure thing.

"You go around, touting that you are the master of dragons but you are nothing more than a bully who wears my children's skin as a trophy. You are master of nothing, and I will show you how little you truly know of my children. Your fate shall be theirs to decide." He says just before every dragon aside from Toothless, both in the air and on the ground charge the man. The bewilderbeast's ice that had littered the cliff edge shattering with a small flick of his wrist that had he not been watching, Viggo was sure he would have missed.

Hiccup steps back as his children flock Drago; a snafflefang rips his metal arm off and throws it off over the cliff into the crashing waves of the ocean down below. While recovering from the force of having his arm none-so-gently ripped out of his latch Drago brings his right hand up to hold the now exposed stump of his shoulder, glaring heatedly at Hiccup. It’s short lived though, a Zippleback coming up and grabbing him by the legs, both heads fighting over him, pulling them in opposite directions and sinking their teeth into his flesh for better grip, shaking vigorously. Two Terrible Terrors jump up to chomp on his hand as it dangles in front of their faces. The combined force of the Zipplebacks shaking him and the jaw strength of the Terrible Terrors results in both small dragons falling back to the ground and spitting out two severed fingers before going back in for another bite. The Zippleback seems to lose interest in Drago when one leg ends up coming off with a particularly harsh tug of war.

Viggo isn’t sure if Drago has actually stopped screaming anymore if he’s just gone deaf to the sounds with the sheer terror of what he’s witnessing. Hiccup is just standing there watching as each dragon goes in to rip off pieces of their enemy. There is flesh littering the ground everywhere he looks, blood is oozing from every injury and painting the man red from the bottom up. A Monstrous Nightmare reaches over the rabble with its long neck and takes Drago’s body, flying high into the air, shaking him wildly before dropping him back to the ground amongst the other dragons. If he hadn’t been dead yet, he was now. Viggo can clearly see Drago’s skull shattered, face caved in and nearly unrecognizable from between the mess of dragon feet. By the time the dragons are all done ripping him apart, there are pieces of the man scattered all over the cliff and town. Bones poking out of piles of flesh and skin hanging off buildings. The smell alone is enough to turn stomachs. His eyes have both been pecked from their sockets and the whole left side of his face has been shattered, the back of his skull caved in and leaking blood and brains.

It’s then that Viggo realizes that none of the dragons had actually eaten any of the man, every part that was missing could be found somewhere in the vicinity recognizable or not in its current state. No one says anything as Hiccup and Toothless walk away stone faced from the murder scene. Everyone else is confused and horrified that the dragons they had been defending the last few years could do such a thing. None of them had acted this way since before Hiccup had helped the village train them. Viggo had so many questions, first and foremost, if Hiccup was actually alright. For now though, he would give his partner space and help clean up. He knew that after something like this that Hiccup would need time to himself to calm down. It had been the same after he had been forced to kill the Red Death, the normally talkative young man not saying a word for almost three whole days after. He didn’t have three days this time. He needed to know what was going on, and he needed to make sure that Hiccup didn’t run off with Toothless into the night before he had a chance to speak with him.

"Hiccup, we need to talk." He says, hours later after the village is put mostly back together. He had followed his string all the way back to the clearing, though if he were being honest, he was sure he'd have found him here even if they hadn't had the string connecting them. Hiccup barely moves, his hand heavy on Toothless' neck. He doesn't answer, just stares ahead at the trees along the rim of the basin. "Hiccup." Viggo tries again, this time placing a hand on his shoulder, and sitting down next to him. "My dear, what happened back there? You weren't acting like yourself." His voice is soft, so as not to spook him. He doesn’t want Hiccup thinking he’s in trouble. He’s not. Viggo just wants to understand.

"I was. I just hadn't been that version of myself in quite some time. Even before this incarnation, it had been a great many years since I was angry enough to kill a man so brutally." Hiccup finally says quietly, taking a shaky breath. "He used Toothless against me. He used my dragons against my family, my village, against you; my soulmate. His crimes were beyond mortal forgiveness. He needed divine recompense."

Viggo didn't know what he meant, but he sensed no lies in Hiccup's words. "And you could do that? Channel divinity and dictate his punishment? Dismembered and butchered by the very dragons he'd dominated?"

"I haven't needed to use that much of my power since before I chose to live among my children. I think it was too much." He admits, finally turning to look at Viggo, blood dripping from his eyes, down his cheeks like tears. He looks scared, and Viggo is too. Everything makes so much more sense now when he lets Hiccup’s words sink in, but he doesn't have time to focus on any of that. His soulmate is falling apart. He needs help. He tries to reach out and wipe away the blood trails, but it keeps falling, no matter what he does.

"What can I do?" Viggo asks, clasping Hiccup's hands in his own, his own hands are still bloody and dirty, but that's not important right now.

"This body is failing Viggo. It was never made to handle more than a small fraction of my divinity at a time." He says softly, pulling one hand back to cup his beloved's cheek. "You surprised me, I didn't think Gods could have soulmates, especially ones who had hunted my children, but I'm still glad, here at the end, that you and I were fated to be."

"No. No, this isn't the end, we'll go get Gothi, you'll be okay!" He says frantically, getting to his feet and scooping Hiccup into his arms. "We can hop on Toothless and I could have us back to my village in a week's time. We can get you help!" Hiccup gives him a sullen look, but nods anyway. He'll let his human try to save him. He can feel in his bones that this body will give out by the end of the week, but if it would make Viggo feel better to take him to healers, he would go. Truth be told he didn't want to leave either. There was so much left he wanted to do, to experience. So many sunrises and sunsets to watch quietly with Viggo at his side. He would have to make the most of the last few he would get.

#vigcup #fanfiction #au #tw:blood #tw:gore #tw:dismemberment #Dragon God Hiccup au #soulmates au #red string of fate #same age au #httyd rtte #hiccup #viggo grimborn #stoick the vast #drago bludvist #toothless #I hope this is actually halfway decent #tw:hinted character death

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just-here-for-the-art-shit · 2 years

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SPOILER WARNING FIRST OFF FOR FILM RED

I have NOT seen the movie yet so these are just my speculations from the music videos and glimpses I've seen, but I really love how deep and complicated Uta's feelings are, especially in Blacklight, the lyrics in one part of it talk about both (not exact lyrics) "I only know how to turn this pain into art," while also saying "Picturesque Suffering, It's not what you would expect as far as bad endings go," as well as other lines. I interpreted this as Uta only knows how to express her pain by romanticising it through song - and she knows that, and hates it at the same time, that the pain of abandonment and empty promises is not a pretty song, it's not art, it's just hell.

And from the song Fleeting Lullaby it's pretty easy to guess that she is going to use her singing abilities to put the world into a trance of peace and happiness.

"I’m sick and tired of being alone, Wanna be connected, Have a bond to hold on to Just gonna lay it all out, how I feel." She's grown up now and she's finally going to put it out there - exactly how she feels. She's angry, confused, alone, etc, but she's kept that to herself, probably due to mixed feelings.

Shanks says, "No matter where I am, you'll always be my daughter," Hits me hard. It's just about the same thing my dad said. Shanks left Uta to give her a better life and to protect her, but despite wishes, it did not. She was in absolute pain and misery from it all - she knows her father loves her, but why is he never there? Why doesn't he visit? Why can't he even send a fricken letter? But he loves her. That is an inner turmoil I know all too well. A dad who cares nothing about his kids is one thing, but one who does, truly loves them, but is never there to show it, that is hella' complicated. You can make ultimatum statements like "A dad who doesn't make time for his kids doesn't love them/isn't a dad." Or, "If your father really loved you, he would visit." But that's just not the case, and it doesn't make that inner questioning go away.

"He still loves me, he just can't visit."

"But why can't he make time to visit?"

"Shouldn't he visit? If he loves me?"

"I still love him - I can't cut him off - but this is also killing me."

(Again, haven't seen movie) I'm guessing there's other people in Uta's life too that have appeared and disappeared again and again. People who love you but leave. You give them your heart and they rip it away each time they go. It aches in my chest, because I too wish for a bond that doesn't leave, but the way my life is, almost everyone comes and goes.

And besides her own turmoil, she's looking out at the world around her and seeing much worse. War, death, a dictatorship of a government, the rich doing as they please and literally killing the poor while the Marines protect them. It's either live under the government or become a pirate, and as seen with the Marines as well, some are good like Luffy, and many are downright evil. There's the rebellion, which also involves becoming a wanted criminal. There are only select islands still out of the government's grasp, but that number is dwindling. If you're a regular everyday civilian, something is going to fuck you over.

In summary - The world sucks. Her life sucks. So screw it, "I have the power to make people happy so we're all going in a Dreamland."

Uta has stolen my heart and I want to hug her real bad. I love that this is a deep character and not something superficial and just made up for a movie - no, this was planned out excellently. It really makes me wonder what inspired Oda to make this character, or perhaps who. I also really like (while it may not be canon) showing that Shanks has flaws like any character, and despite it, makes me love him more overall, because it really gives him more depth and personality behind the mask of a jolly smile. He too has suffered from this, even though it is his fault.

#one piece uta #one piece spoilers #one piece film red #one piece film red spoilers #spoiler warning #one piece shanks #another essay of me reflecting myself on to a character #I really like this character #she needs more love #discussion post

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reemerarius · 8 months

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So, I saw all the hubbub about that one actress starring in the live-action Snow White. And, long story short ages ago I wrote this. It's not the best, and I'd like to revisit it someday, but here's The Snow White Dethphonticth

I'll leave you with an excerpt, please note I started touching it up so this version and what's in the ebook might be different:

It is in due time the two wed and Snow White is nowhere to be seen. She refused to come to the wedding. It was expected, but the king apologizes to his new queen nonetheless. It would not be for a few days until Sylvia cross paths with Snow White. It would be an uneasy moment.

Snow White is taller and skinnier than Sylvia. The contrast between Snow White's pale, sickly-looking skin and void black hair was unnatural. She stands up straight at the end of the hall in a beautiful gown and no shoes, her toes poking out from under the hem of her dress. As slim as she is, her presence saturates the space. Sylvia can not get herself to move, she is not even sure if the girl was looking at her, Snow White's bangs cover her eyes. She turns from Sylvia and goes on her way. Sylvia has not realized the door she is at has opened. When she turns, there stands the king inviting her in.

“What has caused such an ill look about you, My Queen?” the king brings her to sit.

“I saw her. At the end of the hallway. Snow White, was it? I don't know how, but I'm certain it was her. She... Is she always...”

“Calm down. I apologize. She's grown fond of her games. She's just been acting out ever since her mother's death,” the king takes her hands in his.

“Yes, of course. Any child would grieve such a loss. I'll do what I can to help ease the pain.”

“Thank you. That's part of the reason I brought you in here. I want you to help Snow White to heal, to grow, to learn. No teacher wants to work with her because of her outburst. The staff will barely go near her. She doesn't want anything to do with me. She runs and hides when I go looking for her, so I've never seen this behavior myself. But everyone is complaining, so there must be something wrong. I know it's a lot to put on you all at once. But I need this, she needs this.”

“It's fine, My King. It's the queen's duty to watch over a child's schooling as is. You aren't asking too much of me at all. But, if I may ask you a question, My King?”

“Yes, by all means.”

“Who came up with her name?”

“There was an... incident in her youth,” the king tells Sylvia the story.

“No wonder she's acting out, whatever happened in those woods must have scarred her and then to lose her mother on top of that. Poor babe,” Sylvia squeezes the king's hand, hoping to leave some reassurance imprinted into them.

The next week bumbles in as clouds of dust and torn down cobwebs. The old queen's quarters are finally being cleaned out after all these years. Amidst the moving of furniture, the old queen's journal is found and brought to the king.

He pulls it out that dusk and reads into the night. Unsure of what to make of his late queen's notes, he places the notebook away. The king is not sure if the last few entries were just the ramblings of a madwoman or a warning something awful, he decides to go with the option he can wrap his logic around. He knows he needs to start being a father to Snow White again. Everything should have been fine.

The sun breaks on the horizon and he roams the castle for his daughter. He follows sightings of her, somehow she must know he is looking for her and is actively avoiding him like usual. The king hunts for her through lunch. He refuses to quit and he believes his effort rewarded. He has followed her to the last room of a slightly empty hallway. She can no longer avoid him. The king walks in on her crouching in a food pantry. The king can feel their eyes connect through Snow White's bangs.

“We really should get those cut soon. It's unbecoming of a princess to hide her face,” the king pauses as Snow White stands up, she has his height. “Listen, you know you can't keep going on like this. Everything you've been up to will be coming to an end. You will not be bringing any more chaos into my castle. Your behavior will be punished from here on out. Am I understood?”

Snow White tilts her head in thought.

It is a few days until the castle is silent. The king's hysterics had echoed through the stone walls, shaking Sylvia to the bone. There was nothing the doctors could do before he was too far gone. The king was buried in the family cemetery far back behind the castle.

#snow white #disney #movie #ebook #weird drama #the snow white dethphonticth #excerpt #I can't remember the actresss's name if I could I'd put it.#Please consider buying it?#it's never been bought #sorry #I shouldn't be asking #I'm just really proud of it even if it's not the best #oksy #that's all #take it easy everyone

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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c1x10 a death in the family ooh this is the last episode!

I like how I started with s2 so that i had a feel for the characters as they should be before going to s1 where they are figuring things out & I'd be saying "this isn't right" for the rest of the series but I actually kind of wish that my solo binge watch could have been in order, I feel like it would have made more sense. Tho I didn't HAVE s1 by the time I started. It was (obviously) the most requested castle disc set. (I just found out in canada disk is computer related disc is for everything else.)

Ok I get it not seeing the fellow from the front bc of the cover & the sides bc of the tint but the back window? They should be able to see this fellow Fun song

wow 10 years. I don't make promises Martha: dr death Me: doctor death defying from the killjoys? MR: Well, you ever stop to think you're invading her privacy? RC: I'm not poking through her underwear drawer. I'm investigating her mother's murder. Me: is that any BETTER?

I love alexis, this reminds me a ton of myself & my mom. AC: Dad, all we've done is hold hands. RC: Ew. Okay, Please. Don't need details. Just... Martha is the greatest

KB: I'm not running a background check on your daughter's date. RC: Oh, come on. She says he's quiet. He keeps to himself and he lives with his parents. Tell me that doesn't sound like a serial killer to you. [They join Ryan and Esposito.] JE: Who's a serial killer? (XD) KB: Castle's daughter, Alexis, got invited to prom. RC: It's her first real date. KR: And you're worried he's a serial killer? You should be more worried he's a teenage boy. (tbh yeah) RC: Oh, he's only fifteen. KR: Between satellite TV and the Internet, 15 the new 25. (he's right tbh) JE: Dude's right. I was fifteen once. *cringes* (most people have been... Thomas brackenreid: what do you know about kids? george crabtree: well I was one!) KR: Still are : ) (XD) JE: If I had a daughter her age, I'd never let her out of the house. (So you know & participate in this behaviour. This sort of line always makes me a bit mad.) RC: Thanks, guys. (https://scriptline.livejournal.com/21496.html) Outfits: ryan has a very unbuttoned shirt, esposito has the nice tie.

I remember this episode now! Probs smells p bad lol Fingernails for ripping off the plastic or...? just pinch it bro. It must be the "or" Broken how much before death? I think it might have been close enough that it would present as peri mortem.

Poor gal. Plastic surgery? That sounds like it could be useful to criminals bro. Just like you mom! If you're going to be late, you call!

When did ryan put on a real shirt & cover up his cleavage? Castle: *deadpans some random theory just as an example* Castle: HWoah! That's a good one! *shocked at himself for coming up with a good story?*

He asks permission when it's about smth like this.

KB: Same reason a recovering alcoholic doesn't drink. You don't think I haven't been down there? You don't think I haven't memorized every line in that file? My first three years on the force, every off-duty moment was spent looking for something someone missed. It took me a year of therapy to realize, if I didn't let it go, it was going to destroy me. And so I let it go. So she HAS been to therapy, she HAS let it go before, she LET IT GO after a YEAR of THERAPY. I feel like they forgot this information during s4.

Boobs are designed to look like butts actually. Santa's not real!

So is the clinic still working even tho the doctor is gone? Or maybe he shared the space with someone? OH WAIT they didn't realize he was dead

New fic idea: this surgeon is the one who transed [character's] gener. Or maybe was planning on it & now the person needs to get a new surgeon, possibly bc they had plans or a deadline of some sort. Or fic idea where they are talking about how "gross" plastic surgery is & beckett is like "I had braces as a kid, how different is it?" & one of the others is like (monkey with eyes meme that got deleted when my post went kaput) thinking "i didn't trans my gener no-sir-ee"

from here on out the liveblog comments are recreated (you will see the point which tumblr broke)

RC: Mentally unstable plastic surgery chick. That is way better than harvesting organs.

KB: Well, apparently, quite a lot. Me, trans: don't u know it

castle is right but unhelpful

MR: Her ears stick out, her... *sees mirror* Oh, God, her butt's too flat

love the rysposito banter it's his WORK computer, ofc it's pornless

castle is so right abt billing vs patient info

Not reformatting & adding my comments like I did when I wrote this the first time before tumblr went stupid but here:

BECKETT (CONT'D) So, did Alexis find a dress yet?

CASTLE Yeah. Yeah. Cute one, too. Boy, I can't believe my little girl's going to prom. My only comfort now is the longstanding tradition of torturing the boyfriend.

BECKETT What do you mean?

CASTLE You know, the time-honored hazing that goes on in those few moments we share, where he and I are alone, just before my daughter descends the stairs.

RYAN I remember the terror of meeting my date's old man.

CASTLE What'd he do?

RYAN Checked my wallet for condoms, showed me his gun collection. My hands were shaking so bad, I could barely put on the corsage. (never uses a pronoun)

CASTLE What'd your dad do?

BECKETT I... I don't know. I was in my room.

CASTLE How was your date when you finally came out?

BECKETT You know, actually, now that you mention it, he looked terrified. And this whole time, I thought he was scared of me.

CASTLE Nope. And now it's my turn.

RYAN What are you planning?

CASTLE Something befitting the name of Castle.

girl ur vic is dead he can't care

CASTLE So, what if we ask the other side?

BECKETT You want to ask the mob who the witness is?

i didn;t KNOW beckett read plays

lmao sal

ESPOSITO Jimmy "the Rat" Moran, aka Jimmy Pretty. Been linked to gambling, loansharking, and extortion schemes.

RYAN You know, you want a guy to be loyal, you probably shouldn't nickname him "the Rat."

BECKETT Okay, so let's start off by digging up all known associates of the Spolano family.

RYAN Yeah, sure. And while we're at it, we'll just bang our heads against a brick wall. You know, just for fun.

[Castle looks confused

ESPOSITO Professional hits are the hardest to close because of the anonymous nature of the murders. The usual rules - like motive and relationship to victim - don't apply.

y he confused tho? he should know, he's a crime novelist & actually rly smart, haven't you seen the pilot where he pulls a sherlock holmes & lifts beckett's entire backstory?

sprinkles ARE a metaphor! (I didn't know they were already a metaphor this early but it makes sense)

castle would look more like a dork than a threatening dad

CASTLE What? Whoa, whoa! Wait, wait, wait. Whoa, whoa! That's it? I don't even get a chance to ask him if he's killed a man?

ALEXIS Dad, he hasn't. But I might.

CASTLE Alright. Get out of here. Don't do anything I would do.

voice is not funny bro

she calls it an "unmitigated disaster" before the real disaster even got worse

i looked it up & still don't know how teflon bullets work

castle u could watch the kiss to make sure it doesn't last too long

CASTLE In a couple of years, you're gonna go off to college. You're gonna get married. You're gonna have kids. And I'm only gonna see you on holidays. Until some gold-digger steals all my money, but then I get to move in with you.

ALEXIS Wow. I feel like I just lost thirty years of my life.

CASTLE That's how it happens. One day you're in tutus, and the next day you're too old for severed heads. (u only have 5% of your shared time left or smth)

ALEXIS Dad, don't worry. No matter how old I get, I'll always be your little girl.

my mom @/nowtransparent: unless she's trans

oof reminds me of culinary school. I made a lot of comments about this but I'm not rewriting them

BECKETT It's just... Doesn't that seem like a weird thing to be doing on a Friday night?

RYAN Yeah, well. When you're a low man on the totem pole, that's what life is like. People think they can call you into work at 6 a.m. on a Saturday.

y they tell the hospital to remove the IV but not the fbi to arrest her? bc they don't have enough evidence for the first murder?

WHEN did she join the plastic surgery? was it specifically for jimmy?

"What's that going for these days" as if it's money not years in jail lol

she's allowed to just turn state?

ok idky why but i rewrote (in a crappy summary) some of my comments. here is when I found out I broke things, it goes back to real-time liveblogging now:

FUUUUUUUUUUUUdge

MY LIVECOMMENT GOT DELETED & IDK WHY. I HIT CTRL Z & IT GOT RID OF WAY WAY MORE THAN MY LAST LINE; THEN WHEN I HIT CTRL Y IT DIDN'T DO A GOSHDARN THING WHAT THE HECK MAN?

Lady hit man. A real blow for women's rights.

it's called girl power not girl morals

or whatever the fuck i said before TUMBLR ATE MY FRIDGING POST

well

i'm frickng pissed.

dun dun dun it's bad news about beckett wow i'm so thrilled about it but not rly bc i'm mad

martha is sort of right but why can't castle skip beckett & tell esposito who gave him the file or montgomery maybe? (except I know how the future seasons go)

sprinkles is a metaphor

good to tell her to sit

oof

& I love the style of the credits this season.

now that I spent WAY MORE time than I wanted to watching JUST TWO episodes, I need to go make supper.

#fanfic ideas #castle 1x10 #castle 1x10 spoilers #castle 1x10 quote #castle s1 spoilers

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themackenzieboydchronicles · 2 years

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Ryan Supports Mackenzie.

Mackenzie Boyd Fanfic.

Mackenzie, Aaron and Lucy were having lunch in the pub with Faith when Ryan walked in "Come and join us" said Mack "My treat"

"I'm glad to see you three back together again" said Ryan "And you and Faith both looked great on Loose Women Mack" said Ryan "The camera was on you a few times Faith"

"It was" laughed Faith "And there I was all togged out in my expensive get up. All thanks to this one" said Faith pointing at Mackenzie.

"Right Mackenzie when are you going round to apologise to my dad?" Lucy asked.

"I'm dreading it" Mack replied "Will you come with me Lucy?"

"No sorry. You have to do this on your own. Dad is still angry at me for coming back to you" said Lucy.

"You'll come with me won't you Aaron?" Mack asked.

"Nope" said Aaron "Your mess you sort it"

"What do I say to him" asked Mack in despair.

"Well sorry would be a good place to start" said Aaron.

"Look I'll come with you Mack for some moral support" said Ryan.

"Are you sure about this Ryan" asked Mackenzie.

"Of course what are best friends for" Ryan replied.

"Its very kind of you Ryan" said Lucy "But he needs to take responsibility"

"I know" Ryan replied. "But I think he needs a bit of support"

"Please yourself" said Aaron "But don't take any shit off him. He's upset a lot of people"

"Let's do this Ryan" said Mack getting up from the table and giving a big sigh.

Mack and Ryan arrived at Lucy's parents home. "Come in. Duncan is in the sitting room waiting for you" said Lucy's mother.

"Where do I start Duncan" said Mack who was visibly shaking.

"Why you did what you did for a start" said Duncan.

"I was drunk and can't remember anything but I'll pay for any damage I caused and I am so ashamed" Mack answered.

"Yes and Jaguar windscreens don't come cheap" Duncan replied.

"Can I just say in Mack's defence it was Meena that is to blame for all this" said Ryan "I've got first hand knowledge of what she's capable of"

"That may well be but I'm afraid I'm disgusted at the way he dealt with it" said Duncan "And I'm none too happy that my daughter has gone back to him"

"I love her Duncan and I'm ashamed I put her through this" said Mack. "Please accept my apologies"

"And your poor sister" said Duncan "She rang here breaking her heart and felt so ashamed of your behaviour"

"Duncan Mack has Deep seated rejection problems" Ryan tried to explain "I know he doesn't deserve it but please be lenient with him. I've seen him at his lowest"

"Well if you mean drop the charges of criminal damage I will. But only for the sake of my daughter" Duncan replied.

Duncan shook Ryan's hand goodbye" but rejected Macks offer to shake hands.

"You were a wee but harsh weren't you Duncan?" said Margaret after Ryan and Mack left.

"I think the world of the lad and I love him like a son as you know but he has to take responsibility" Duncan replied.

"Mack do you still love Meena" Ryan asked as they got in the car.

"No. But it hurts whenever I hear her name" Mack said.

"Your kidding yourself Mack" said Ryan "I think you still care"

"She really hurt me Ryan" Mack said leaning forward and putting his head on the steering wheel"

"Look for what it's worth I know you can't handle bad situations and I'm here for you Mack" said Ryan "You've been like a brother to me"

"I love you like a brother Ryan and I love Lucy more than I've ever loved a woman but I guess you're right, I still have feelings for Meena but I wouldn't say it was love its more like hurt but please keep it to yourself"

"You can depend on me" said Ryan. "And remember if you need to you know where to find me"

"Thanks so much Ryan" said Mack putting his arms round Ryan. "I have the utmost respect for you and I'll never forget how you supported me today. I couldn't have done it on my own"

"Well promise me you'll stop and think before you act Mack" said Ryan "You're far too impulsive"

12.09.22.

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[Grim reaper Natsuo Todoroki x fem.reader]

"A rose,yes; she was a rose. A rose who wilted, waiting for one who dare to grasp her thorns."

This is my piece for @cyancherub 's wheel of misfortune collab. Thank you for letting me join♡

♡NSFW (minors do not interact;18+only).

♡Wc : 13.4k (porn with plot)

♡Warnings: angst,mentions of death,death of a child,mentions of suicide & depression,promiscuous reader, unhealthy coping mechanism,public sex,female masturbation, mild possesive/jelaous sex,vaginal sex,creampie,fingering,pussy eating,throat fucking,praise,anal.

♡Tags: @simpforsadbois

(Please excuse any misspelling errors,for I beta read my own works.Do kindly let me know if I forgot to tag any warnings or triggers. Enjoy)

It has always been him and nothing else. Time is nothing but as mortals call it " a blink of an eye" to him.

Nobody can escape him, whether they be kings and nobles,rich or poor,he takes all.

Plants,animals,every single thing that lives must die.

Countless mortals have tried to bid their time to keep him at bay throughout the ages. Buying themselves nothing but mere years or months with useless elixirs.

Many worship him,kiss the theoretical ground he walks on. Just as many fear him,fear him for themselves and their loved ones,they try to hide to no avail.

He is constant and unwavering,in this life and the next he remains eternal.

Him and him alone.

How he came to be he does not know, his first memory is standing amongst the shadows. A black tattered robe like that of smoke blowing in the wind adorned his body. He gathered the black of night and formed it into a scythe, long and heavy. The moon reflected in the crescent shape of the blade that mimicked it.

Like roots of an old tree embedded within his being, or like a child knows how to breathe as soon as it's born. He knows what his purpose in this realm is.

Cut down souls without remorse or hesitation, from here on, until the end of time.

He is Death.

For as long as you've been alive you've been seen and thought of as a curse. A bad omen of sorts. Death seems to follow you wherever you go. The first of many to be lost,your mother.Your own Grandmother shunned you. Never quite got to be as close to her as other little children get to be with their grandparents. Sure she was nice,she fed you and took care of you,put you through school and taught you good manners. But you can see the way her smile doesn't reach her eyes when she smiles at you. It's blatantly obvious that despite you being her flesh and blood,she resents you.

It's in the way she looks at you when she tells you " You look just like your mother". Her eyes tired and weary,a hint of softness in her arises,thinking how much you look like the one she lost. They way she's always been a little stiff around you. Never really telling you she loves you. You know she partly blames you for the death of her only daughter,your mom. Having died during labor bringing you into this world. Giving up her own life for you.

The trail of bodies doesn't stop there. All of the pets you've had have died. Mysteriously and unexpectedly. Family members and even friends. By your mid teens is when you really start to notice how people seem to avoid you like the plague. You lose count of the many friends who perished by the time you were in college. Suicides,the most common reason for their passing.

The pressure of proving yourself to be more than enough is too much to handle. The heart wrenching pain you felt when you found your dorm roommate cold and unresponsive, looking like a porcelain doll floating in a pool of red in the tub still lingers. The crumpled letter at the sink,still damp from her tears as she wrote it, her goodbye letter addressed to you,her best friend.

Is after her death that you start considering that perhaps you are cursed. The fact laid out in stone as in your remaining years of college friends and acquaintances leave this world way too soon. The only common factor is that they knew you,so it must be true. Graduating college with no one to celebrate with hurt. Families huddled together around their freshly graduated loved one. While you stood alone,an invisible shield around you as they avoided being close to you at all cost.

You pondered good and hard about who you wanted to be in this world. Your mother's sacrifice is the sole reason why you haven't joined her in the afterlife yet. You should honor her,be the person she would have been proud of. The medical field calls your name like a beacon. Maybe this way you can help those you hold dear,help stay on this earth a little longer. What better way to defy death itself than becoming a doctor,a good one to keep everyone healthy, away from it's clutches.

Your grandmother is nothing but happy to have you away for another four years. So with a mechanical smile she pushes you out the door,practically kicking you out. You're 18 so her duty is done finally she can get rid of you without the pressure of failing her late daughter.

Medical school is nothing compared to college. There's no time to spare on parties and nights out drinking. There's no time for fun. You put yourself through hell trying to become someone people would take notice of. Someone they are glad to be around. You want to be the type of person people seek and look for amidst a crowd and smile at you once they find you. You want to rid yourself of this curse. This gloomy cloud of sadness and death.

The first year is the hardest. Your days consist of endless classes while during nights you keep your nose buried in mountainous amounts of research books. Your brain is too tired to process it all. You don't sleep enough nor drink or eat enough. You feel like you're on autopilot one morning,mind foggy and eyelids droopy with sleep,when your teacher decides it's a good day to start with dissections. After all you think this is the only good thing about your curse,all the death and gore have given you a stomach of steel. Close to nothing revolts you anymore. It's a little comical and you can help but feel a little empathy for your peers,seeing them turn green at the sight of the cold pale bodies atop the gurney. Running for the door to rid themselves of this morning's breakfast.

School does you good,your heart starts to heal if only a bit by the end of your second year. You don't know when or how but people around you are happy and thriving. Noone has passed in more than a year and you begin to hope that maybe this is it,maybe you are finally normal.And this time when you graduate you're not alone, a group of friends surround you.For once in your life you feel happy.

Happiness doesn't last that long, your grandmother passes on your second year of residency. At her funeral is just you,how sad it must be to leave this world and have nobody be there to bid you farewell. After all these years of her keeping you at arms length it is her the one that's alone,the one person she didn't want around is now the only one who cries for her.

You loved your grandmother despite everything,because you know without her you wouldn't be where you are. You're starting to earn a reputation amongst the interns at the hospital. You're more than good at what you do,the best trauma surgeon the small hospital has to offer,so far you haven't lost a patient. You know you're no hero or wizard and you know you can't save everyone but you will try your hardest.

It's a quiet day at the hospital,small accidents that don't require your skills are all the hospital sees for most of the afternoon. Your pager goes off close to 10 pm, an incoming car crash victim is on it's way. Maybe another drunk driver or another street racer,you've seen more than enough car crash victims since you started working here. Nothing prepares you for the gruesome scene before you as they roll the gurney past the main doors. A child no more than 5 lays unresponsive soaking up the multiple cold scratchy blankets under him with blood. The room erupts into chaos and for a moment you freeze forgetting where you are before yelling out directions to your team, now it's not the time to falter,pulling the gurney to the emergency surgery room. The child has multiple broken bones and internal bleeding. The parents seemingly thought driving drunk with their son in the back was a good idea. Now here he lies battered and broken due to his inept father and mother.

There's too much to fix and mend,the amount of blood he's lost on his way to the hospital is too much. Blood transfusions are uneventful,he's femoral artery has been severed by a rusty piece of metal impaled into his tiny leg. There's little you can do,he's far too gone, not even you can save him. You watch the light in his eyes fade and hear the tiny last gasp of air that leaves his little cut up lips before he dies. Your knees feel weak and your body grows cold,you want to drop to the floor and curl yourself into a ball and stay there forever.

But you can't, your moves are mechanical as you declare him dead, you cover his little body with the sheet before going to the sink to wash up. You scrub the blood staining your hands until your skin feels raw, before walking out. Heart in your throat as you tell his mother you're sorry,she drops to the floor when the words leave your lips,she wails,heart wrenching screams that seem to echo in the empty halls of the hospital. Screams that will hunt you from here on out. It was foolish of you to think you could save anybody. It seems you still cursed after all.

He's been watching you for a long time now. An inexplicable force draws him to you that not even he understands. He knows he has dealt you a great amount of pain and if he wasn't who he is he would feel sorry,he would ask you for forgiveness. This is what he does ,what he's meant to do,it is quite unfortunate for you to be stuck in the middle of it all. He wonders what you must have done in your past life to be dealt such a hellish fate,watching almost everyone you know die. It's mere coincidence at first ,he comes to collect a soul and he sees you there,eyes damp with tears. It feels almost familiar for you to be around whenever he shows up now,and when you're not he finds himself looking for you.

He's been "alive" for longer than anybody else. A few mortals have caught his eye on more than one instance;he comes and devours and leaves, not sticking around long enough for them to start wondering why his touch is always cold,or why they can't hear his heartbeat when they lay their heads on his chest. He's fucked queens before,beautiful women who tell him they love him after one night,fools if only they knew who he really was they would be running for the hills.

There's something different about you though,something that all of his years of knowledge and observing human beings can't explain. There's a weird feeling inside his chest whenever he sees you cry. He remembers the first time he felt it,it was the night after you found your friend in the tub, nobody was witness to the way you crumbled to the floor that night but him. Only he knows how pretty you look when you're broken. He has seen you at your lowest,he feeds on your grief but there's also something about the way you seem to shine when you're happy,it makes you even more beautiful.

He has tried to stay away from you for a while,but no matter where he is you're always there. Like now as you put on a stoney face as you cover the small child's body with a sheet. The pain you're feeling now Is palpable. He's amazed at the way you hide it for the rest of the day. It is only when you're surrounded by the darkness of your room that you let yourself cry. He watches how you pull at your hair and pound the bed with your fists,asking yourself where you went wrong over and over again. He watches you until you fall asleep, your pillow is soaking wet from your tears and your eyes are red and puffy.

You lose the shine he was so curious about. You smile much less these days,you keep to yourself and stop answering your friends calls. You rarely go out anymore,just the weekly required trip to the store for groceries and work. It's an unexpected sight to see you crawl from underneath the covers one night.

The steam follows you as you step out of the bathroom after a hot shower. He hungrily takes in your body as you let your towel drop on the floor as you rummage through your closet for something to wear. His eyes follow your hands as you rub lotion on your skin and when they dip to rub at your inner thighs his gaze lowers with hunger. It has been a couple of millennia since he felt the supple soft skin of a woman. They way you prance nude around your room as you get ready and the growing erection between his legs serves as a reminder of how long it has been since he last bedded someone. A couple of hundred of years at least since he last felt the need to be sheathed inside a warm hole. He fades into the night before his need grows larger.

The sound of your voice draws him out from the darkness. You must be crying again,he can hear your wimpers clear as day as he draws near. Crazy how you seem to summon him without even knowing that you're doing so. A mighty being like him,brought down to his knees by a human.

The sight that greets him,would make him lose his breath if he had one. You are crying again,but not in the way he's accustomed to. Your pretty face is partially visible between what's usually well maintained hair,nothing but a bird's nest now. Messy strands are splayed all over the bed and on your sweaty skin. A couple of stray hairs cling to the side of your face he can see from his spot at the corner of your room. They catch at the corner of your mouth,where they're plastered with your drool. Charcoal colored streams of tears run down your cheeks bones,staining your pristine white sheets with your inky tears. Your mascara isn't waterproof like you thought. You're a mess of snot,tears and slobber. You've never looked more beautiful to him than now.

Face shoved into your mattress by the large hand of the man behind you. A giant looking man with wild red eyes and hair the color of raging flames. He coos at your ear with a honey laced voice completely at odds with the way he pushes you back onto his cock by the hips.

"Such a good girl..there you go you're doing so well" the man grunts as he spreads your ass cheeks apart.

"You're fucking amazing..ghnn you're the best". He tells you,his sweet voice doesn't match the hungry way he looks at you. Eyes glued to your core, the thin skin at your entrance stretched taut by the massive size of his cock.

"Ki...Kirishima..p-please." You sound so broken. Death's brow furrows as he looks on,watching the way this " Kirishima" man finds home in your pussy.

"You are perfect" kirishima moans out,hand at the back of your neck as he arches your back up,making him go deeper.

Death sees the way your body trembles at Kirishima's praise. But he knows it's not entirely from pleasure. Kirishima mistakes your wails for ecstasy,how good he must be making you feel with his cock to have you crying like that.

Kirishima envelops your body with his,holding onto you tight. His chest sticks to your back and you feel the wetness from his sweat and yours pool at your spine. His hips press yours onto the bed, shoves his dick so deep inside you it hurts. His breathing grows labored and it's not much longer until you feel him stiffen above you. His cock twitches inside your pussy emptying his heavy sack into your womb. Kirishima gives your neck a gentle kiss and slips his softening cock out of you with care.He might have fucked you harder than he intended to.But that is what you asked of him.

"I want you to make it hurt." You had asked him earlier in the night. Looking up at him from beneath those pretty lashes of yours. Eyes shining like the stars under the dim light of the bar you both met at.

"That was so hot babe" Kirishima goes to put his arms around you. He's a cuddler he's always been even if this is just a one time thing. But he gets the message that you're not,when you turn over in your bed wrapping the sheets around you and scooting to the edge to stand up.

"So I guess that's it then uh...straight to business I see" he sounds crestfallen and you almost feel bad,but you never gave him any indication this was anything more than sex.

"Uhm..I would really appreciate it if you were gone by the time I come out" You steal one last glance at the gorgeous man sprawled naked on your bed. He chews on his lip,brows furrowed,he's got more he wants to say but you don't give him time to articulate his thoughts. The slam of the bathroom's door tells him you didn't want to hear whatever he had to say; he gets the hint.

The sweat on your skin is starting to cool in the bathroom's stale air ,sending shivers down your spine. Arms braced against the sink as you hear Kirishima rummage in your room for his clothes. It's a scavenger hunt,you had ripped his clothes off and thrown each clothing item all over the place,touched starved,dying to feel all of him without barriers. There's a knot on your throat you can't seem to swallow and your vision blurs with a new batch of tears.

Guilt settles deep inside your chest,having used such a nice guy for your selfish needs. He's the type of guy you take home to mom if you had one. The one who always opens the door for you. He's a gentleman with one of the biggest cocks you've ever seen. But he's not what you need. A pity really.

He's too nice of a guy. Back there in your room,in your bed while he fucked you he misunderstood things. Every praise he moaned out tore at your insides. It made you hate yourself a little more with each stroke of his dick. Because if you truly 'the best' you would have saved that kid's life. But you didn't, he's nothing but a memory now,cold and unmoving beneath 6ft of dirt. You hate 'warmth' now. Hate the warmth of the sun as it rises,signaling a new day. Hate the warmth of the blood that rushes through your veins,reminding you that you're alive and he's not. Hate the hot tears that spill from your eyes,hate the warmth of Kirishima's syrupy cum as it dribbles down your thighs.

It becomes a routine,you wake up, go to work,you go home at the end of the day and eat a small meal and take a shower.

Death is always Watching from his spot at the corner. Watching the way you spray your body with mouth watering perfumes,lather your skin with floral scented lotions that make your skin shine as if covered by glitter. You dress in scandalous dresses and short mini skirts that hardly count as clothes. Your eyelids are weighed down by the fake lashes you use and your dark circles are hidden beneath layers of concealer.

You look fake,nothing like the beauty he came to grow used to. You were like a flower. Fresh,blooming full of life,despite all the grief you never withered,until now. You're nothing but a shell of who you used to be.

To think he was jealous of you. Jealous of how full of life you used to be. Jealous of how with your mere hands and knowledge you could give back life in an instant. He doesn't even remember how many souls you snatched back from his cold grasp. For where he is Death and grief,you were life and hope.

He's been watching you silently almost on the daily,he's grown infatuated with you. He watches as you transform yourself with makeup,you turn yourself into a temptress.

Living death by day,femme Fatale by night.

The many years he's been around he's seen humans deal with grief in many forms. Each one of them is no less destructive than the last.

Alcohol,drugs,violence,gambling,self harm,suicide and sex.

You do casual drinking but never to the point where you have ended vomiting your guts the next day. Drugs are out of the question, do your job and your skin is bare of any self inflicted injuries. Makes sense that a love starved person like yourself would drown her sorrows with sex.

Meaningless sex with strangers is your poison of choice. You had Kirishima a couple of times after that first night. You stopped calling him when he refused to tie his belt around your throat like you asked. He didn't want to hurt you, he said. He had fucked you slow,held you tight, giving you measured deep thrust while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. That's the first time you've ever cumed while crying. You never called him again after that.

Death always lingers nearby, your own personal shadow,witness to the fast number of bodies added to your list.His eyes never leave you,not even as you lower yourself on your knees,the tender skin getting scraped by the pavement as you suck off your conquest of the night. He looks promising.

He's a tall lean muscle clad man with spiky wild hair. He had whispered such filthy things inside the bar to you.His hand wedge between your plush thighs teasing your cunt above the lace of your thong. He had dragged you soon after to the alley behind the bar you usually frequent. Not bothering to take you home or anywhere with a bed.

A big warm hand wraps itself around your throat as soon as your back meets the wall. He squeezes so tight you think this might be it. He could be the one to make you feel alive again.

"W..wh..what is your name? You rasp as he latches his mouth against your neck.His canines bite down hard and you hear the pop of your skin more than feel the pain when his fangs break the tender flesh. Warm and sticky,a little trail of blood drips down your clavicle. You moan when with a long flick of his tongue he stops the ruby drops from making it further down.

"Katsuki..Bakugou Katsuki" His gravelly voice and his blood stained lips shouldn't turn you on as much as they do. He could be a killer for all you know. Here on this alley he could do whatever he wanted to you and nobody would know. Your body would be found by a homeless person in the morning and you'll be on the news by midday. The thought makes you clench your thighs together.

Katsuki fucks you nice and hard against the wall. Your lacy thong is at your knees, being stretched by the way Katsuki has your legs spread wide. The underwire from your bra is digging almost painfully under your breast where it's pushing your tits up. He doesn't undress you completely and you're fine with that. A quick fuck with a hot stranger might make you forget why you're even doing this in the first place.

Might convince you there's a real valid reason for the way you're self-destructing.

He's rough and demeaning. He calls you a colorful array of degrading words that have your core tightening around his cock.

"You're such a slut aren't cha..hmm? Letting some stranger fuck you like this where anybody could walk by see"

" where anybody could hear the way you're falling apart on my dick" his voice is barely audible under the slapping sound of his thrusts. Each word he spits out is accentuated with a slap to your ass or a pinch to your nipples. The whole thing is too much but not nearly enough at the same time. You wish there was a bed somewhere,where you could push him down and climb on top of him. Settle yourself atop his godly body and straddle his tiny waist with your juicy thighs.

A bed where he could be splayed in as you lower your dripping pussy down his rigid cock. Ride him until your legs shake and your insides feel bruised. But there's not so this will have to do.

A smelly dark alley with your face and tits pressed so tight against the moldy brick wall your nipples are sore from rubbing against its rough surface. His strokes lose their rhythm and his mouth is shut tight. He stops talking altogether as he chases his high. His cock grows thicker at the base and the veins near his tip rub at you deliciously with every outward motion.

The smell of sex is intoxicating,his sweat and cologne mixing into a mouthwatering sweet musk that fogs your mind.

"Nghh...are you on something? Katsuki asks you as he speeds up. His big hands come to hold the underside of your butt cheeks to spread you up more. Allowing him to bottom out inside your pussy.

You're barely able to moan out a meek 'yes' before you're shoved further into the wall by the heavy weight of his body leaning down on you. Katsuki tucks his head in your neck. He litters the slope of your neck with opened mouthed kisses that make you wetter. His question bounces around in your brain but before you fully register what he said Katsuki is already grunting, shooting hot spurts of cum against your cervix. His blunt fingernails break the skin on your ass,leaving red crescent marks for you to remember him by.

Katsuki is good looking, extremely so. He's blunt and tall and has such a nice cock it should be illegal. But his fox-like eyes are red. A color you've come to hate. The crimson shade of them is a little too similar to the blood you still see your hands covered with once in a while.

Katsuki asks you for your number as you tidy yourself. Pulling up your stretched out thong up your legs. Hoping the flimsy thing will be able to withstand the thick globs of cum until you get home,you doubt it though.The material becomes drenched in cum as soon as it covers your cunt. Katsuki throws a shitty excuse for having cummed so soon. "You have the nicest pussy I've had in a while...when's the last time you did anything uh? You're so fucking thight I couldn't hold it any longer ".

He must really like your neck,his lips not once parting from it while he speaks. He finally pulls away to kiss you all while tucking his semi wet dick back inside his pants. You taste the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue and you think you might be sick. A light push of your hands on his chest has Katsuki looking at you.

You think if you had met him in another lifetime,you could have fallen in love.

His eyes are mesmerizing,beautiful even but you can't help but see the bloody lifeless body of that kid when Katsuki's eyes meet yours.

"You better call me princess..I wouldn't mind drowning myself in you again" he mutters before he kisses you one last time. Throwing you a simple smirk before walking away. Leaving you standing alone in the alley,cold and wet and sexually frustrated.You never do call him.

Death scoffs in the shadows. The man didn't even bother to make you cum. Not once did he touch your silky pearl. If it was him he would cherish that little nub,kiss it and lick it until it hurt.

He understands why you're doing what you're doing. Seeking pain and pleasure with these men,who leave you feeling more empty than before. How many faceless men have drunk the nectar between your legs? To be quite honest he's lost count.

He follows you home like a loyal pup, he doesn't deny his attraction to you now. Curiosity grew into something more. His hunger grew immense the first time he saw every inch of your bare skin.

He's drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

He wouldn't mind burning for you,in you.

You're really are wasting precious time with those incompetent men. Have you even cummed at all since you started your little endeavor? I guess he should be a little grateful to the one called Katsuki.

Thanks to him he's getting quite the show from his usual spot in your room.

You had gotten home,insides still clenching around nothing. Your clit throbbing with need. You hadn't even bothered to shower before digging through your nightstand,pulling out a smooth black silicone rabbit vibrator. You rid yourself of your clothes,your messy thong falling to the floor with a loud splat. The vibrating sound of your toy and the hawk eye view from where he stands got Death's cock stiffening under his robe.

He watches with rapt attention as you throw yourself in the middle of your bed parting your legs,giving him a front row seat view of your swollen pussy. He rubs at the head of his cock with the hell of his palm at the same time you part your glistening folds. Setting the vibrator at the highest setting you glide it up and down your slit coating it with your slick before without any hesitation you shove it hard inside your cunt. Death nearly moans hearing you needly cry out when the forked tip of the toy hits your clit. You hold it there,small flicks of your wrist making it go deeper inside you. Your free hand comes to squeeze at your tits,you twist and pinch your nipples all the while spreading your legs even more. Hips moving I'm a wave like motion as you cry and moan.

Death can't help himself any longer,he's watched you get fucked countless times wishing it was him. Growing jealous whenever a new mouth sucks at your tits and a new cock delves inside your pussy. It should be him, and not them,not a toy either. He could make you feel so much better than any of them. He's learned a thing or two about how to please a woman. He could fuck you so good and throughly you would never dare seek redemption somewhere else. He could ruin you for everybody else. He could become your god.

Inevitably he ends with his cock in his hand. He peels the foreskin back; his calloused thumb rakes over the drooling tip and smears the stickiness down his shaft.Hi eyes never leave your pussy. It's so wet there's a damp spot beneath your ass. He grips his cock harder strokes it a little faster trying to match the speed at wich you fuck yourself with the vibrator.

He bits his lip in order to silence his grunts,almost giving himself up when he sees the ring of white at the base of the vibrator when you pull the toy out of you. He isn't sure if your pussy is so wet is getting creamy or if that's the left over cum from Katsuki you fucking into yourself.

One would think the black silicone was white by the amount of cum and creamy slick that covers it. The sticky substance drips down your slit and into your hand making it hard for you to keep a good grip on it. You clench your walls around it, preventing it from slipping out as you wipe your hand on the sheets. You scoot closer to the headboard of the bed where the pillows are,propping your upper body on them before continuing where you left off.

You suck at your middle and ring finger and run them down your slit. You shove them both inside your pussy right along with the vibrator. Katsuki's cum acts like lube,wet and sticky on your fingers. You scoop it out and drag it over your clit,flicking it in rapid circles that have choking on moans.

There's a creak at the corner by your window,making you slow down your moves. Through half lidded eyes you look over in the direction of the sound,of course there's nothing there but the feeling of being watched again makes your skin prickle. Your heartbeat speeds up and your eyes search for any sign of movement in the darkness of your room.

For a second you feel scared,think about stopping what you're doing and going to bed without taking a shower. But then you remember Katsuki words as he fucked you in that alley.

The thought of being watched in such a compromising position doesn't unsettle as much as it should. The wave of arousal that hits you has you closing your legs a little bit, the toy slipping almost all the way out of you. Your eyes never leave the shadows in the corner. You bite your lip and spread your legs. You imagine the shadows taking form. Your mind conjures the outline of a man with broad shoulders standing there watching you fuck yourself.

One hand holds the toy,the tip of it pistons in and out of you while your other abuses your swollen clit. It starts to hurt but you can stop,it feels so wrong imagining someone or something watching you touch yourself. Maybe they're touching themselves as they watch you. Heavy cock in hand,head thrown back against the wall as they stroke it.

Death wonders what you're thinking about.

Your half lidded eyes stare straight into his,but he doubts you know that. What would you do if he revealed himself to you right now. Would you scream or would you let him fuck you? Maybe he could just take you either way. Nobody would believe you if you said Death had taken advantage of you. Your movements falter and he thinks he's been caught,his hand slows as well,grips the base of his dick and squeezes,he doesn't want to cum yet.

But then your hands speed up,you ondulate your hips as you shove the vibrator in you,you circle your clit with rapid circles. Tears drip down your cheekbones and onto your ears. You never close your eyes,attentive and searching in his direction. He brings his hand up to lick it,taste the saltiness of his pre on his fingers. He covers his palm in spit then wraps it under the tip of his cock. He strokes himself as fast as your fingers circle your nub and then your back is curving off the bed. Your knees meet as you clench your legs. Your spasming pussy sucks the toy deeper inside you as you cum.

"Ghnn ahhh...fuck" the erotic sound of your dragged out moan draws out his own climax. He cups his large palm at the pulsing tip of his dick. He tries his best to catch the thick creamy seed,but it's too much. A few drops end up on your floor. He doesn't worry much; they'll be dried by daybreak. Sweat covers his brow,his cock is still twitching in his hand as he lets himself be swallowed by the darkness.

He thinks the time has come to show you who you really belong to.

Your week after having met Katsuki drags on. The days feel like years,you're practically dead by the time the weekend comes. You are still searching,hunting for somebody that can make you forget.

Saturday you're dressed to kill. A skimpy black dress that clings to your body like a second skin. You choose it simply because it's backless,there's no need for a bra. You hope the way your puffy nipples are still clear to make out under the fabric will help you snare somebody faster. No need for panties either,you won't risk another pair to be ruined like last time. The classic little black dress every girl should own,pretty and sexy,easy to get out of.

You hop bars this weekend. You Don't want to run into an angry blonde demanding why you never called. Nice is an understatement ,Katsuki was great,a good lay. You don't hold it against him for having cummed so soon,you still believe things would have turned out different if there would have been a bed around. You thought long and hard about whether you should have called him or not. You ended up deciding against it. The conclusion being that if given the chance Katsuki could have fixed you for a while,but in the long term once he was done with you,he would have left you more broken than when he found you.

So here you are,a new bar,new faces,new possibilities. 'Devilry' is a fitting name for a place like this ,exactly what you're looking for. You make your way to the bar counter, making sure to sway your hips this way and that, you notice a couple of curious eyes follow you as you go, never leaving your ass until you sit in one of the barstools. Your lips lift at the corners, good,it looks like you won't have to do much but wait until one of the men approaches you.

Like a Venus trap attracting her next meal you wait patiently, the sweet scent of your perfume saturating the air.

An hour goes by and still nothing. Not a hello or a goodnight. Not even a sleazy pick up line.Zero,none,nada. If anything the bar looks emptier than when you first arrived. Maybe you should have given Katsuki a call.

Another hour passes, there's 3 empty mai tai's glasses in front of you. You're nursing your fourth when you start to drown in self pity. You should have stayed home tonight.

The bar is quiet for a Saturday,places like these are way livelier close to midnight. Nothing but the sound of clinking glasses as the bartender cleans the counter can be heard. A couple sits at a barely lit corner,the man's mouth is attached to the woman's neck, who giggles and tells him to stop; ' somebody might see' she laughs. Please the place is dead, they could sneak and have a quick fuck in the bathroom,God they wouldn't even need to be discrete about it. It's not like somebody is around to see.

The air suddenly drops a couple degrees,a chill runs up your spine,and you question not for the first time your choice of clothing.

There's that familiar sense that you're being watched again. At first during your years in college you thought about the possibility of it being a stalker. But no matter how much you looked around and searched there never was somebody there. It took a while but you grew accustomed to the feeling,and accepted it.

It makes you feel not so lonely after a while.

A silent companion following wherever you go.

"Is this seat taken?"

From your peripheral vision you see a man take a seat next to you before you even answer. And you feel colder for some reason,oddly similar to standing next to the freezers at a supermarket. He smells like nothing at all,just the faint smell of worn leather tickles your nose. He sits by you for a while in total silence. He doesn't strike up a conversation or even looks at you. He simply sips at his drink,oblivious to your inner turmoil. Do you really look that bad tonight? You usually snare a man within the first thirty minutes after you walk into a bar,or club. Your self esteem drops with each ticking minute that passes by in silence.

Soon enough you find yourself sniffling and you bite your lips when you feel them tremble. You close your eyes when they start to feel misty with budding tears. You're not and will not cry at a bar next to a stranger. You won't stoop that low. At least not here,you'll wait until you get home,where you can scream into the void,where you can cry your heart out.

"Though day?"

He finally speaks,a hint of anger underneath the smooth tenor of his voice . He's still facing forward like you. Trying to find the answers to life at the bottom of your drinks.

You scoff "More like though life".

You don't mean to sound as harsh as you do when you utter the words. But you do,you think he didn't hear you when he doesn't respond after a few minutes.

"There's no easy life...if you want the rainbow you have to put up with a little bit of rain"

You know he's right,nothing in life is easy,but common isn't this a bit too much? Your life has been nothing but hell on earth. A downpour.

"What do you know" you chug your drink down, flagging down the bartender for another.

"Absolutely nothing" there's a hint of humor in his voice now. It makes your blood boil. You breathe hard through your nose ,and exhale slowly out your mouth. Trying your best not to lose it,not yet.

He wants to play psychiatrist ok, you'll indulge him,it's not like you got anything better to do anyways.

You turn your body towards him on your stool. You pull the hem of your dress down your thighs. Wouldn't want to give him an eyeful, you don't even know where this is going.

He turns on his seat too and when you look up to meet his eyes you swear time stops. You don't think you've ever seen a man as beautiful as him. He robs you of your breath as his eyes look straight through you.

The smell of leather from earlier makes sense now. He's wearing an old worn leather jacket,black shirt and black pants. A lone silver chain hangs loosely at his neck. The color black suits him makes the pallor of his skin stand out. He's big,a mountain of a man with broad shoulders. His white hair seems to glow under the Neon lights signs of the bar. And his eyes grey in color remind you of the dark ominous clouds before a storm. Enticing, beautiful and mysterious.

"Ok,I'll humor you,what do you suggest I do then hmm?" You stare at his nose,there's something about his eyes that unsettles you. He looks at you almost as if he knows you.

" You could talk about it" He says in a nonchalant manner, bringing his cup to his lips but never drinking from it.

"OK, first off,what is your name? And second,do you really think 'talking about it'

will make me feel better?"

"Natsuo,the name is Natsuo. And you won't know unless you try right?"

He introduces himself as Natsuo,no last name short and simple. He went through multiple scenarios in his head about how he would go about introducing himself to you. He couldn't quite come up to you and say "Hey there I'm the Grim Reaper,God of Death, nice to meet you" You would have thought he was crazy. Even crazier if he told you he had been looking at you since you got here. But to be fair he's been watching way longer than that. Waiting for the opportunity to present itself for you to finally see him,here in front of you and not hiding in the shadows.Finally after all this time you're looking at him. Well at least the version of himself he wants you to see.

It's obvious you like what you see. He's no fool and can tell you're struggling to keep your eyes from roaming his body. It was quite amusing scaring all your other little suitors away. With a simple glance and at his discretion he would allow them to see the real him,the one underneath the flesh suit you're currently drooling over. Like dogs with their tails between their legs,they scrammed. Leaving you alone and defenseless,a lamb ready for the slaughter. It took a lot of effort from his part to not rip their souls from their bodies the minute their eyes landed on you. But that can be easily fixed later,when you're asleep and satiated;when he's done with you.

"Do you think 'talking about it' it's going to bring back those I have lost?" You whisper. Your fist comes down on the counter hard making your glass stumble. Your heart squeezes painfully and new moisture gathers at the corner of your eyes.

"Nothing can bring them back,they're gone and I'm still here,life is not fair" You should have paced yourself with your drinking. You tend to ramble when under the influence,but you don't necessarily want to pour your heart out to a stranger. That's not why you're here.

"I'm sorry,look I don't mean to be rude but really;but like I said it's been a tough day"

You're tired both physically and mentally,and by the looks of it you'll be going home alone. Another night you'll have to cry yourself to sleep.

"It can't be all bad,can it?" He sounds serious, the humor in his voice gone.

"How do you know"? With your eyes zoned in on your glass, and your heart in your throat you listen.

"We'll I don't, I've always been alone. I don't know how it feels to lack something. I've never experienced loss or grief because I never had somebody I cared about to lose in the first place".

Tears spill from your eyes while you listen to him,you bring your hand up to your face to wipe them clean before he notices. Your heart aches for him,but you also envy him.

You would give up everything to rid yourself of the awful wretched feeling of sadness.

"But isn't grief a form of love too?"

You look at him quizzically,not understanding what he means. How can an emotion like grief and pain be compared to love?

" Your love for those you care about is still strong and present even long after they're gone,if that isn't love then what is?"

You really look at him now. He looks no older than you but he sounds wise beyond his age. You wonder for the first time tonight,who exactly is this man. He feels familiar,like if you've seen him before,like you know him too.

"Hmph..are you some kind of doctor..who are you exactly? You wipe your tears ,a small smile tugs at your lips. You never thought of it that way. But he's right in a way,your loved ones,your friends and even the child,everyone you've lost over the years is still here in a sense. As long as there's somebody to remember them,someone to keep their memory alive, they're not completely gone.

"A doctor? Nothing like that..I am merely a traveler of sorts" Natsuo keeps his answer short and cryptic hoping you don't ask anymore questions. Grateful when you don't.

"Well?"

"Well what"? You ask,licking your lips, tasting the alcohol in them.

"Did talking about it make you feel better?" He tilts his head,raising an eyebrow and giving you a pointed look.

You snort. As far as company goes he's not so bad. He's handsome too,you wouldn't mind taking him home. As long as he keeps his mouth shut.

"Ehh..still feel pretty shitty,is that the best you can do?" You rest your chin on the lap of your hand,hiding your smile. Shifting a little closer to him and looking at him from under your lashes.

Natsuo chuckles then,for such a little lost lamb,you sure are feisty.

"No- I could do more,so much more" He holds your gaze,while his middle finger runs along the rim of his glass slowly.

"But I don't know if you're up for it"

You swallow thickly, your eyes leave his in order to focus on the way he strokes the glass with the pad of his finger. You shift on your seat.You draw your knees together tuckin your hair behind your ear.

"Try me" you say,bringing your eyes back to his.

Natsuo can't barely contain his glee. 'You poor thing' he thinks as you pay your tab. You have no idea what you've signed up for.

Your apartment is just as you left it,unkempt,things lay around where they don't belong. You scrunch up your nose and turn to look over your shoulder at Natsuo who follows behind you. Navigating through the mess that is your living room.

"Sorry about the mess I uh-"

"Don't worry about it" He interrupts you as he steps over a medical book on your way down the hallway to your room.

"Right,uhm this way" Your jittery for some unknown reason. It's not the first time you've brought a guy over,but there's something about him that feels different.

You can't help but look over your shoulder at him a couple of times before you make it to your bedroom.

Once inside you walk over to your vanity setting your clutch on it. By the time you turn around he's already towering behind you. A couple of inches apart. You look up at him a lick your lips. A small gasp escapes you when he brings one of his hands up to your face. His fingers, a whisper of a touch on your soft cheek are cold. Goosebumps rise all over your body and your nipples harden beneath your dress.

"Do you have any restrictions,anything you're not fond of? Any preferences? A safeword? He cup your cheek and you lean into his touch. You take shallow breaths through your mouth,kissing the heel of his palm when he lifts your face to look at him.

"None...you uh..You're free to do whatever you want with me. Mercy, mercy is my safe word".

Whatever he wants uh?

He cranes his neck bringing his face down and closer to yours.

There's a storm in his eyes,the gray color of them darkens until they appear to be black. Like a black hole they suck you in,you're unable to look away from them. Even as Natsuos retreats his hand from your face. The sound of his belt buckle echoes in your room as he undoes it. Slowly drags the belt out of the loops at his jeans,he undoes the button and pulls his zipper down. Your eyes grow heavy at the sight of his boxer briefs. And your mouth goes dry when his now loose jeans sink lower on his hips.

"Got it, now be a good girl for me and take off your dress"

Surprising yourself, you do exactly what he asks. You reach back between your shoulder blades to reach for the tiny zipper hidden under the seam of your dress. You pull it down and it sounds so loud. Everything sounds so loud even the sound of your breathing,your heart beats rapidly inside your chest and you wonder if he can hear it. You pull the thin straps of your dress down your arms slowly,not once away from him. Even as he shrugs off his leather jacket.You hold the dress from falling by holding it close to your breast with one arm.

"Show me" Natsuo says with a nod of his head. And if his eyes are a storm his voice is thunder. It drops an octave,it sounds rich and masculine. It makes you tremble.

Your dress drops to the floor and Natsuo drinks you up with his eyes greedily. It is not the first time he's seen you naked but you don't need to know that. He's seen you naked countless times already,there's not an inch of your body that he hasn't seen before. Still each and every time he finds himself at a loss for words. Of all the beautiful things he has seen since he came to be, you are by far the most striking.

Natsuo reaches for you. His fingers trace slowly up your sides,up the side of your breasts until his palm cups your mounds. He shifts the weight of them in his hands, lifts them up and pushes them together.

He takes a step and then another,slowly guiding backwards until your bed hits the back of your thighs.

He leans closer to you,his face coming closer and you lick your lips waiting for his kiss. Only for him to turn his head slightly until his lips brush your ear.

"Lay down,keep your feet on the floor and spread your legs"

Again you do as you're told,you take a seat on the bed,leaning back and ever so slowly you spread your legs.

This is where he,Natsuo the God of Death,kneels before a mortal for the first time ever.

He takes a hold of your shin and lifts your leg over his shoulder as he peppers it with kisses. You hold your breath anticipating what's coming. You find the slow way he touches you and the lack of words spoken between you two ,insanely sensual. He devours you with his eyes,and no matter how much you swallow the dryness in your mouth won't leave.

Natsuo rakes his hand up your inner thigh,pulling it to the side to spread you more. He settles the wide expanse of his shoulders between your legs. He traces your slit up with his thumb,his cock swelling inside his jeans when he feels the sticky moisture coat his digit. His dick grows harder at the sound of your rapid breathing. It twitches at the sound of your gasp when his thumb puts pressure on your clit. He nips at the tender skin of your inner thigh. Kisses at the sides of your pussy lips. Your hips buck but he holds you steady by the hip with his free hand. He's strong and gentle and the combination is driving you wild.

He uses his thumb to spread your pussy lips. Strings of your arousal breaking as glides his thumb up and down. Much like he was stroking his glass at the bar he now circles your core,dipping the tip of his thumb inside you, gathering your slick and bringing it to your throbbing clit.

Your glistening cunt becomes his favorite flower. The folds of your pussy, the most beautiful blooming petals he's seen,shiny with your nectar. It makes his mouth water.

"Is this all for me..hmm? Natsuo's thumb pulls the hood of your clit up and his nose bumps your nub when he asks. The heady smell of your cunt makes him groan.

He licks a long strip outside your lips and you try to wiggle your hips wishing he would lick you a little bit more to the right.

"I said,if this is all for me" His teeth nip your skin and you grind yours in pain.

"Yes"

Your jaw goes slack when Natsuo lowers his mouth on you. He flattens his tongue,scoops the wetness up and sucks at your clit all in one motion. You clench your teeth harder together,holding in your voice until Natsuo notices.

"C'mon let it out,let me hear you,I want to hear how good I'm making you feel,understand?" He sucks at your thigh,your blood vessels pop and a red mark appears.

"Tonight you're mine"

All you can do is nod. He looks feral between your thighs. He smirks, he thumbs your clit at the same time he sinks two long fingers inside you. The stretch makes you screech and he grins.

"Good girl" his whisper is drowned by the squelching sounds your pussy makes as he fingers you. Each twirl of his tongue on your clit sends delicious tremors all over your body. He spreads his fingers inside you,spreading you,if you intend to take his cock he has to get you ready. He didn't think you'll be this tight with all the fucking you been doing. Especially not after the last two men you welcomed inside your legs. But you are and can't wait to change that.

The pleasure is too much to bear. You're barely able to keep your eyes open a couple of minutes at a time. Squeezing them shut whenever he dips his tongue low and into your cunt. Licking your walls and his fingers as he continues with his assault. His knuckles rap against your puckered hole with each stroke. Tearing long moans from you.

Natsuo puts a hand under your ass planning on lifting you to change the angle at which he eats you out. He wants to get both his tongue and fingers deeper inside you. But as soon as he does he sees the red crescent marks Katsuki left on you a couple of weeks ago. They taunt him,and suddenly he's not in your room with you anymore.He's hiding in the shadows watching Katsuki plow you into the wall,giving you said marks.

The room turns cold as his mood changes.

He looks down at his fingers as he takes them out of you and in place of your slick he sees the thick white of Bakugou's cum coating his fingers. He turns green with jealousy and he sees red. He will have to pay this Katsuki a visit pretty soon.

"I thought you said you were mine" you hear him rasp close to your pussy. You whine wishing he hadn't stopped. You chuckle, you did say that but it's part of the role play,did he really think you mean it? You play along,hoping he'll put his mouth back on you if you tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

"I am. I am yours Natsuo" your voice drips with honey,but he only pushes away and goes to stand up.

The room spins as Natsuo flips you on your stomach. Perhaps he's not getting his point across,this isn't a game for him,apparently you didn't take him seriously when he said tonight you were his. He'll have to explain himself in a way that you can understand.

Natsuo reaches behind his head,yanking his shirt up and off of him. He pulls his jeans down his legs and steps out of them,throws them somewhere in your room. He grabs you by the hips and yanks you up until your ass is in the air and your face is smothered by the mattress.

The bed sinks with his weight as he settles behind you.

" If you're mine,then what are these?" His fingernails scratch at the indentations and you arch your back more.

"It's nothing,he was noth...ahh" You yelp when he slaps the curve of your ass,not having expected it at all.

"It doesn't matter,I will do much worse" He shuffles closer to you, pulls you back by the hips a little and nudges your legs open a little bit.

"W..what are you doing?" You stammer.

"I'm getting to know you" He says as he spreads your pussy with both thumbs. "Getting to know every inch of you that now belongs to me"

You choke on a moan when without another word he shoves his entire tongue inside you. It feels longer than when it was lapping at your clit. You grip your sheets hard until your knuckles turn white.

Three thick fingers replace his tongue. He fucks you with them,his pinky bumps your clit and his thumb taps the rim of your ass.

He places small kisses along your spine,on your shoulder blades and behind your neck. You moan and trash and soon you're throwing your ass back onto his hand. And when you're in the precipice of an orgasm he pulls away. Taking his fingers out of you and putting them in his mouth to suck the clean.

Natsuo flips you back around,watching amused as your legs tremble. His cock grows harder at the way you lick your lips and your eyes focus on his hands as he hooks both thumbs at the waistband of his briefs,pulling down revealing a puffy patch of white curls atop the thick base of his dick. A final yank and his underwear falls to the floor. His cock too heavy to stand on its own,hangs between his legs. Precum drips out his tip onto the floor.

He climbs onto the bed, crawls his way up your body ,caging you in with both his arms on either side of your head. He keeps your legs open with his thighs and the hefty length of him settles over your hip. His cock is hot and wet and sticky. You want it inside you so bad.

Natsuo latches his mouth on your neck,the coldness of his lips help numb the pain when he sucks hard at the flesh. He gives you a collar of reds and purples before working his way down. He kisses your sternum,the valley between your breasts. His large hands cups your tits, lifting them up. He curls his tongue around your nipple and sucks it into his mouth. He twirls it around and opens his mouth wide,shoving as much of your breast in his mouth as he can. He suckles hard,smearing your skin and his chin with his saliva. He takes turns sucking at your tits,paying equal amounts of attention to both.All the while his dick continues to poke and drip on your hip.

He pulls away to sit on his shins,shifting closer to you and spreading your legs with his muscly thighs. You whimper when he takes a hold of his dick. It's thick; even his own fingers can circle it entirely. You know it will hurt but right now you're too drunk with lust to care. Natsuo pumps his dick a few times and ever so gently he glides the length of it between your messy folds.

He smears his precum on your clit with the head of his cock and you moan.

"Ghnn..do you always get this wet baby?" He raps between clenched teeth.

"Tell me who else gets you this soaked"

"Natsuo please…" you mumble incoherently between moans.

"Shh.. I know..I know..I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you so good you'll forget everyone before me"

He lines himself with your core and then without warning sinks half of his girth inside your dripping cunt. The stretch hurts and you think that if he goes any deeper you'll rip at seams.

"Fuck,you're so tight and so wet" he rocks his hips slowly,taking his dick out until the tips is the only thing that connects you both. Spreads the slick on his girth to the rest of his length. He takes a hold of your legs and pushes them out and up.

"Your sweet little pussy was made to take my cock" he grunts out before filling you up entirely.

"This pussy was made for me"

His thrusts are relentless, the force of them makes your whole bed shake. The aggravating creaking sound of the springs of your bed harmonize with the thumping knocks of your headboard against the wall.

You clench your pussy down on him when he thrust up hard,the tip of his dick nudges your cervix and you settle both hands on his abdomen to prevent him from going deeper.Your head is empty all you can focus on right now is the feel of his twitching cock inside you.The numbing cold of his fingers makes your body shiver. And the sweet pain of being stretched so wide makes you wetter.

He looks ethereal between your legs,his hair is disheveled,two pieces hang loosely over his forehead partially covering his eyes. His mouth hangs open as he pants. The storm in his eyes still raging on.

Natsuo thinks you're his favorite mortal.

The only one to ever take the whole length of him. Your cunt is so wet and tight but he wants to claim you completely. Your puckered hole looks awfully tempting and he won't let himself cum until he has claimed every hole in your body.

But before that he needs you to cum on his cock.

You're fuller than you've ever been,near bursting. Your body feels like it's on fire and Natsuo does nothing but fan the flames when he starts rubbing your puffy clit. He leans his weight down on you and you feel small and vulnerable. He holds your gaze as he fucks into you at a steady pace putting just the right amount of pressure down on your silky pearl that has you seeing stars. There's the tightening pull at your navel that tells you you're near the edge. So you lift your hips up and meet his thrusts.

"Yeah, C'mon baby just like that,you deserve this,you've been through enough...fuck...c'mon be my good girl and cum on my cock"

You find yourself sobbing both from pleasure and redemption. Who would've thought an unknown man who you know nothing about would have you reevaluating the choices you have been making as of late. All this self destruct,all this self hate got no room in your body right now. You experience an epiphany as you come apart on his cock. Death is a part of life,and Natsuo was right, grief is love. The fact that we suffer after the ones we love leave this heart is a testament of our love for them and for life. With a cry and tears spilling down your cheeks you cum,your arms hold onto him tightly and your body arches into him and he doesn't flinch in pain as you carve your gratitude in the form of angry scratches on his back.

" There you go baby,let it all go. I got you" Natsuo kisses you sweaty temple as you come down,your body gradually relaxes and your inner walls yield the crushing grip they have on his dick.

Natsuo rolls both of you over on the bed,sprawling your boneless body over his. His cock is still inside you,hot and throbbing. You want more,you want so much more and now you find yourself really wanting to be his. Your orgasm has the opposite effect on the fast growing flames in your core. You're still sensitive, but that doesn't stop you as you sit up. You straddle him,maneuvering your body so his cock stays buried inside you. A light rock of your hips makes Natsuo hiss,his hands cup your ass, give it a squeeze before they settle on your hips. Helping you grind on him,your puffy clit rubs the drenched patch of his pubes and you whine. You could cum again from just this,but really do want more.

If he says you're his,he might as well claim your body in any way it's possible. It has been a while,it'll probably suck tomorrow when you try to walk but you threw the last two fucks you gave the minute his mouth latched onto your cunt.

You lift yourself up and off of him. You moan as his dick slips out of you and slaps his abdomen with a wet splat. His pubes shine silver in the dim light of your room with your cum.

He's been so good to you,you want to thank him. Without further you work your way down his body,you map his body with your lips as you go,etching to memory the taste of salt on his skin.

You kiss his belly button,his happy trail tickles your lips as you go lower. You lick at the carved v at his hip,down to the base of his dick and he involuntary thrusts up in the air.

Your mouth is hot when it wraps around the tip of his cock. Hotter than the flames of purgatory. He's never been or seen heaven but he believes it must be something like this. With your mouth wet and hot around his cock. You little nimble tongue cleaning up the mess you made of him. He can help but groan and grip the back of your head with one of his large hands. Pushing your face down on him,until he feels the thigh passage of your throat flex and shrink when you gag.

"That's it,you can take it,there you go"

His words of encouragement spurt you on,taking a big breath through your nose,you will your throat to relax. You feel the veins on his cock pulse as you flatten your tongue on his length. 'I've gotta show him how thankful I am" the mantra in your brain as you take him down your throat. It's a suffocating feeling,different from being choked,your nose starts to run and you sniffle with every bob of your head.

He directs you with the hand at the back of your head,up and down then holds you in place and thrusts into your mouth four,five times before pulling you off of him. Frothy slobber connects you both when you come up for air. Natsuo grips the base of his dick calls you 'his good girl' tells you how good your hot mouth feels as he smears his precum and your saliva all over your chin and cheeks,you kiss the tip with every swipe over your swollen lips.

Natsuo fucks your throat until the roof of your mouth itches. The sheer size of him irritating your throat and making your moans sound husky. He relents,and let's go of your head,you come up coughing and choking on your own spit. Everything from his navel to his mid thigh is wet.

A mess of your own creation.

You want to kiss him so bad,let him taste himself and you on your tongue.

But there's a void inside you that only he can fill. So you crawl your way back up his body.

Natsuo sits up and props himself against the headboard, back cushioned by a sea of pillows that smell like your shampoo.

He meets you halfway, pulling you forward until your breasts are being squeezed by his pecs. Stomach to stomach he can feel every breath you take,can feel the way your lungs expand as he holds you close to him. He kisses the slope of your neck,admiring the artwork his mouth left on you earlier. Blues,purples reds that he wishes would stain your skin forever.

You reach behind you for his cock. It's sticky as your juices are starting to dry on it. You give it a couple of strokes before pushing it between your ass cheeks with the pad of your fingers. You rock on his lap back and forth. The fat globs of precum act as lube,the tip of his dick catching the rim of your ass whenever you lift your hips too high. The wet glide of his length against your asshole is mind blowing,it sends tiny shocks of pleasure straight to your clit.

"Natsuo..I - I need you".

The sultry way you utter those words gets Natsuo harder. Makes his drip a little more.

"Fuck..I need you more" His voice is so heavy with desire you barely recognize it. You need him inside you now. You tangle your fingers in Natsuo's ivory hair and bring his face closer to yours while grasping his cock at the base,lining yourself with it. Your eyes search his,which are already looking at you. Leisurely sitting down on his dick,you gasp and bite your lip when you feel the sting of the fat head of his cock breach you. It hurts,it hurts when he unconsciously twitches making you lift yourself off of him with a hiss.

"Shhh..You're doing so well..you can do it..remember? You were made to take all of me"

You try again,this time you hold your breath and push gently when you sit on it. It still burns but once the wet tip of his cock slips inside you the pain is replaced with blinding pleasure. Natsuo's moan is music to your ears.

"Ghhnn..fuck there you go..you take my cock so perfectly" He groans,his lips a whisper away from yours.

He holds your hips in a crushing grip; grinding you down on him.A couple more inches ease their way inside you and you wail. It's too much,he's too big,but you need it all. Your eyes water and tears cling to your lashes when with one deep breath and hard pull on his hair,you sink the rest of the way down,your puckered hole burning with the stretch. Pussy clenching around nothing as he fills you so completely.

'That's it...fuck baby..how does it feel..how does my dick feel inside you tight little ass?"

'Ahh...s'too much,I can't...I can't"

Natsuo could cum from the heat of your insides alone,but he wants - no he needs you to come again before he does. So he sucks his thumb into his mouth,smothers it with saliva. Completely unnecessary seeing the way your pussy gushes out slick with each clench of your ass,he circles your clit with tight fast circles that have you screaming.

It would be so easy to pull you down on his cock. But he wants to see the way your features twist with bliss when you take all of him.

"Go ahead baby. Take it. Take what you want,what you need. Take what you deserve"

His words of encouragement send you reeling. You let go of his hair opting to use his shoulders as leverage,and do just as you're told. You take what you want. You fuck yourself on his cock,let yourself enjoy what you been craving. Sex with Natsuo is animalistic, utter abandon as you impale yourself on his cock over and over again. He groans and moans and grips your hips a little tighter when you speed up. You're full in a way you're not used to,you haven't felt whole for a really long time,but here with Natsuo you feel like you've found the piece of you that was missing.

The wet slapping sound of your tights on his lap turns you on. Is obscene and dirty and you're making a mess of your bed but you don't care. You stopped caring the minute he decides to fuck into you. His mouth licks and sucks at your tits as you bounce on his dick.

"Ahh I asked how does it feel?" He mutters and pulls you down hard on his lenght,his mouth too busy suckling your nipples to speak clearly.

"God-sgood..you feel so good" your voice is a needy slur.

He is so deep inside you,hitting a spot that has you seeing stars. You can't do anything but cling to him as he fucks you into the shape of his cock.

"Natsuo i-"

"Go ahead baby cum..cum for me"

He can tell you're close by the way you're panting and the tiny little tremors of your walls around him. He's close too, he's going to give you all he has to offer.

You ride him at a frenzied pace,there's no rhythm to the movements of your hips. No technique needed to have his cock drag on the one spot you need him. There's not a crevice inside you he's not occupying.

You definitely want his number after this. Maybe you'll ask him to accompany you for breakfast in the morning. You hope he stays the night,you hope he wakes you up at dawn with his mouth on your cunt. Or perhaps you'll rouse him from his deep slumber with wet kisses to his stiffening cock. You want to see how his grey irises change color when the first rays of the sun hit them. You want to hear his voice,raspy from sleep as he tells you good-morning.

You want to get to know him,he said he was a traveler didn't he? You would like to know which places he's been to,what kind of things he has seen on his travels.But before all that you want to see him cum.

So you ride him,ignore the numbing pain in your ass and focus solely on the euphoric way he fucks you.

Natsuo has never known what love is,he's never understood the emotion,all he knows is that it's unexpected and fleeting. But if love is anything like devotion he thinks he might love you. He is a God but he wouldn't mind praying to you,kneeling down to you and kiss your feet if it means he gets to feel the tight clench of your pussy forever.

He thinks he loves the way your warm skin glistens with sweat,he thinks he loves the feel of your nails digging and scratching his shoulders,his chest and his back. He thinks he loves the wails and moans that fall from your lips when he throbs inside you. He loves when your back arches and your body curves against him,when your toes curl and tears spill from your eyes when you unfurl and cum undone on his cock with a broken whisper of his name on your lips.

You trash on top of him,body seizing in ecstasy. And the molten heat of your tight hole hugs and milks his cock,making him impossible for him to hold back. He holds you tight and yanks your face to his. His mouth opens and slants over yours, his tongue wrestles yours into submission and you swallow his groans as he cums. Cock spasming as he empties months of want inside you. Coating your insides with his sticky white spunk.

After, when your body stops shaking and his dick has stopped twitching ,he pulls out. Your body tries to suck him back in as he slips out with a pop. His cum runs thick down your slit and onto his thighs and yours. Natsuo kisses you slowly,he nips and licks at your lips. Maneuvers himself to lay down on the bed bringing you down with him. He tugs the crumpled blankets over your cooling body and wraps his arms around you. With your cheek against his chest and your head tucked under his chin you let sleep take you.

Natsuo watches you sleep in his arms. By revealing himself to you,he has made a big mistake. Like star-crossed lovers you both are destined for doom. For Death has fallen in love with a mortal,and you have been kissed by him.

And nobody escapes the kiss of death.

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julemmaes · 3 years

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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What's One More?

WC: 3204

Rated: M

Tags: brief mentions of crime/mental illness/child abuse and neglect/substance addiction/theft, fluff, family dynamics, mentions of aging, mentions of difficult pregnancy, softness, anxiety attack

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The harsh vibrating of a phone on the nightstand breaks your slumber. Still half asleep you toss your arm back to thump against your sleeping husband's side. With a groan he answers. You try to settle back into your pillow and the warmth of the blanket. Whoever has the balls to call at this hour has another thing coming - but later because your priority is going back to sleep.

He can't have been on the call more than fifteen seconds before he sits up in bed suddenly, turning on the bedside lamp; his movements grab your attention. You roll over. The light blinds you and you rub at your eyes to adjust. You can't make out what's being said. Looking at the clock to see that it's barely 4 am you know something bad has happened. Quietly you slip out from the covers.

Making your way down the hall you peek into your daughter's room, grateful that she's still fast asleep. Her soft snores punctuate the calm. Your nerves abate knowing she’s safe. By the time you get back to the bedroom Laszlo is up and getting dressed. "What's going on?"

He doesn't answer at first. You wait until he's finished buttoning his shirt to ask again. "Sara was called to consult on a triple homicide case - she's asked for me to come down to the police station. I don't know much yet, but it's something involving a young boy and she wants me to speak with him."

“Did he…?”

“No. He was not directly involved, that much we know.”

You nod, leaning against the door frame. This wasn't the first time that Laszlo had been called in by law enforcement and social services to assist with children and teens that needed psychological help. He had become more active around the time you graduated with your doctorate. After Sophia was born Laszlo helped fund an after school program for kids that focused on support for mental health and behavioral issues. He was so passionate about being able to help these kids. But it was never at this ungodly hour. "You'll call or something when you know what's up?" you ask through a yawn.

"Of course, Bärchen." He gives you a chaste peck. Gently he guides you back towards your bed and sits you down. "Go back to sleep, there's no need to worry. I love you." With that he left.

Your sleep is fitful with him gone. You worry over things that you aren't even aware of, over who is hurt, over how severe a situation it could be to have been called in the middle of the night, over the poor boy that needs Laszlo’s help. When your daughter tiptoes into the room around 6 you welcome her into the bed with open arms.

"Why are you up, baby bug?"

"Where's Papa?" She climbs up on his side of the bed and rubs his cold pillow. On her face is a deep frown.

"He had to go help some very important people early this morning. He'll be back to see you soon, I promise."

"I miss him. He always helps me with my shoes."

You can't help the smile that crosses your face. "I know, baby. But it's still early so let's take a nap before we have to get ready, hmm?" The two of you snuggle under the covers. With her curled into your side you do find rest, even for the short time before your alarm chimes.

The day moves sluggish as you wait for word from your husband. Little work was to be done today at the museum, so there wasn't much to keep your mind off the wondering. You considered calling. You considered texting. But you knew that when the time was right he would let you know. No news is good news, you think.

Finally the day came to a close. You picked up Sophia and stopped by the store on the way home to grab supplies for dinner. She insisted that she carry one of the bags inside - little miss independent that she was. “Careful not to drop it, okay? Use those muscles of yours to hold the bag tight.”

“Mama I know, I help Papa carry all the time,” she explains matter-of-factly.

The townhouse is quiet as you begin to unpack. You do a quick glance into the dining room and parlor to no avail. "Laz, honey? You home?" A few seconds later you hear movement from the stairs.

Your husband rounds the corner into the kitchen, swooping down to scoop your daughter into his left arm, peppering her face in exaggerated smooches. Her giggles light up the room from the dim atmosphere. He perches her on his hip. “How was your day my little dove?”

“So good Papa - I practiced my counting today at school. I can get the biggest in the class! Mommy said I must be the most smartest," she prattles on.

“Wunderbar!” he praises her before turning to you. “I didn't hear you come in." Laszlo kisses you.

Pinning him with a look you say "you also didn't call me today? You said you would and I've been worried all day."

Sophia crosses her arms and harrumphs from her father's hip; "me too Papa." He quirks an eyebrow at her before speaking.

"Yes… there is something I wished to speak with you on but didn't think it was suitable for the phone." You raise your own brows but continue to put away groceries. "I do not wish to discuss certain aspects of the case in present company-" he nods towards Sophia minutely "-but we do have a houseguest for the foreseeable future."

"Oh?" Your brows dip in confusion. This is not what you were expecting.

Laszlo peeks around the doorway and calls out "Stevie, would you come join us in the kitchen please."

Stevie? You don't know a Stevie...

A moment later a lanky boy with scruffy dark blond hair shuffles into the room. He can't be anymore than 15. His clothes are too big on him and his shoes are worn beyond belief; nevertheless he gives you a slight smile. “This is Stevie Taggert, he’s going to be staying here with us in the guest room for now.”

“Good evening Mrs. Kreizler,” the boy says nervously, his voice cracking.

You spare a look at your husband before turning to the teenager with a smile. “Ah, no need for that, kid. You can just call me by my name instead. And welcome to our home. You like spaghetti?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Awesome! And I’m certainly not old enough to be a ma’am,” you give him a wink. You set up a pot to boil the water for the pasta. Laszlo excused himself to spend some time with Sophia, leaving you and Stevie in the kitchen.

He clears his throat behind you. “Would um… is there anything I can do to help?”

"I would love that, thank you."

The two of you get to work on making dinner. Stevie doesn’t say too much, but he is very polite and does his best to be useful. Once the food is nearly finished your family has returned ready to eat. You send Stevie and Sophia to set the table.

“Should I be worried?” you ask Laszlo quietly, watching the doorway the two left through.

“I don’t think so. I just felt that I would rather he have a familiar face to adjust with instead of being placed in a group home like many end up.”

You study his face. “You’ve taken a liking to him haven’t you?”

“Well…" his face reddens at your question. "He reminds me a bit of myself when I was his age.” The conversation is cut short by the kids returning.

The rest of dinner and the evening goes smoothly. You make it a point to not bring up any questions that could trigger the teenager, especially before you’ve spoken with Laszlo about the situation at hand. When Stevie nearly eats his weight in pasta you say nothing, wondering how long it's been since he's had a good home cooked meal. He insists on helping clean up the dishes afterwards. Without even knowing what the boy has gone through your heart aches for him.

You set him up in the small renovated basement downstairs while Laszlo puts Sophia to bed. Handing him one of your husband’s old Harvard t-shirts to sleep in you tell him “I’m sorry you’ll be down here by yourself, but if you need us for anything don’t be afraid to come get us - no matter what time it is, okay? And if you get cold there’s an extra blanket right here for you. I know it's July but….” you shrug. “Tomorrow after I get home from work we can go to the store and get you some stuff to use, some more clothes, that kinda thing.”

“Yes ma’am.” At the teasing look you give him his ears burn red with his mumbled “right sorry.”

“Alright Stevie. We’ll see you in the morning, sleep well.”

Laszlo is in bed reading when you enter the room. Nothing is said as you ready yourself for bed. Slipping under the covers you face him. He sighs and closes his book.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I became caught up in the day and only arrived home with Stevie maybe half an hour before you did.” He sighs a second time. “Most of the case I cannot talk about, but what I can say is he was living with his mentally ill father, whom was also an addict. He missed the last few weeks of the school year and has been regularly stealing food to get by. He has no other family. I just… it didn’t feel right to let him process his experiences away from someone properly trained to deal with these sorts of things, in addition to how traumatic entering foster care at his age can be. I spoke with those in social services and was granted temporary custody until we find another more permanent solution.”

“Of course.”

He takes hold of your hand. “You aren’t upset with me?”

“I mean it would’ve been nice to have a bit more warning… but I get it. He can stay as long as he needs to. He’s a sweet kid,” you reassure him. “I told him that I would take him shopping after work tomorrow, so if you could pick up Soph from preschool that would be great.”

“Perhaps instead we can all go? I was thinking that I would bring him to the university with me so that he’s not alone all day. You could get her and then we could meet somewhere, get dinner afterwards?”

You lean closer to him to curl around his arm and rest your head on his shoulder. He always thought so much about others, especially children. Laszlo had such a heart of gold and it honestly left you in awe of just how much he was willing to give so that others could find peace and happiness. Like the older he got the more he had to give. The thought warms you. “How are you literally the best person I know? And to think you used to be so worried about being able to be a good father and now you’re the best of all of us.” He huffs a little as you nuzzle into his chest.

“I have you to thank for that, Bärchen.” He drops a kiss to your head. “But it’s getting late and I’ve been up all day. We should get some sleep.”

Soon after you're both dreaming.

___

Stevie had been with you for three weeks. It only took him a few days to start to settle in, and you discovered that he was quick with his wit and far smarter than he let on. He was a little bit of a sarcastic smart-ass at times, but all in good nature. He was endlessly entertaining. Laszlo sat down with him almost everyday to talk about what he was feeling, the things he experienced, and ways to deal with the loss of his family. Already you both saw improvement.

Even Sophia got on well with him. Most teenage boys wanted nothing to do with little kids, let alone a 4 year old that loved playing 'spaceship barbie'. But not Stevie. On his fifth day you'd found him sat on the floor playing with her and going along with her childlike imagination. When she insisted he play the barbie that needed saving he went along with it, high pitched voice and everything. He even encouraged her to pick up her toys before bed - a feat you and your husband struggled with at times. It struck you how much Stevie became a big brother of sorts to her.

Laszlo grew even more fond of the boy. He wasn't really one for TV, but every evening he sat and watched some show on Netflix about racing with the teen and didn't complain once. Laszlo had tried to explain the role of adrenaline in racing drivers as a psychological function, but Stevie just brushed it off and said it was the driving so fast that made it "cool".

The two did bond over an unlikely subject - punk rock. When you got home from work two weeks into his stay and heard the music blasting in the parlor you worried someone had broken in. Whipping into the room you saw Laszlo in his chair tapping his foot to the intense guitar and singing; Stevie nodded along to the music as he held an old album cover. It didn't take long for Sophia to start jumping along to the music too.

"What is this?" You yelled out over the bass - you couldn't recognize it and it clearly wasn't English.

"Die Toten Hosen, a band I listened to growing up in Germany. Stevie found the record and asked to listen."

"Listen? I think you mean blow out your eardrums!" Even with needing to shout to be heard you had to laugh at the situation. How your husband had a secret love for German punk you'll never know; yet you would never let him live it down.

And when Stevie came and woke you both up in tears three nights ago you made him hot chocolate while Laszlo sat down with him. He confessed that he had never been treated or cared for like he was in your home. How he wished he could stay because he felt wanted. Your heart broke for the boy. To be so young and so lost, craving someone to simply be there for him.

Yet everyday he grew more open. He broke out of his shell. He had goals and ambitions; he wanted to amount to something bigger than he had thought he ever could. It almost shocked you at how much fire was within him.

At how much he fit in with your little family.

At how it was like he was meant to be there.

___

Laszlo was oddly quiet when you got home. Sophia had run off to find Stevie, and you tracked your husband down to his office. He listened as you talked about your day for a good ten minutes; he said almost nothing the whole conversation.

You move closer to him. Placing the back of your hand to his forehead you check to see if he's feverish or sick. He didn't feel warm. "Laz, are you feeling okay?"

He gently pulls your hand down and leaves a kiss on your palm. "The department of social services called this morning to inquire about what we want to do with Stevie. This would be the third time they have asked."

He hadn't mentioned it to you at all that they were calling already. "Okay. What do you think we should do?" You pause for him to continue.

"I told them I would need to speak with you before any further decisions were made regarding him…" His fingers tap against the wood of his desk. "I'm not sure I have an answer for them. Nor for you." He swallows. "I'm afraid of what might become of him should he go into the system. Or that he will not get the support he needs given his past. Any option involving allowing him to stay for a bit longer is a commitment I won't make without your full support, of course. I could never ask that of you." As he speaks you can hear the frustration pouring from him, feel the irritation radiating through the room. "I refuse to give up on him- I- I just don't have the answers on what to do without them hounding me and he deserves better than this, dammit."

"He does… Do you remember on your 50th birthday, what you told me?" Laszlo looks up at you confused. "You said that you had wished you were ten years younger so you had the energy and time to do all of it again. That if you were younger we would've had a whole gaggle of kids - brothers and sisters for Sophia."

"Wishing I was younger doesn't make a difference in helping Stevie-"

"Laszlo - let's adopt him." Your words stop him in his tracks. You had decided not to have any more after your daughter was born. Laszlo was nearing 50 and the pregnancy had been hard on you. But regardless you knew that you both had the means and the love to give another child, probably five or ten more children if you really wanted to. So why not start with one that's already wormed his way in to the family? "I've seen how fond you are of him already. You've taken him under your wing as if he was your own. And how good he is with Sophia? Hell I couldn't ask for a better older sibling for her - and she loves him already. And honestly, Laz, I do too."

"You think we should adopt Stevie?"

"I think we should ask, yeah. He deserves a good home and a strong father figure that's going to put him first. He looks at you like you hung the stars, Laszlo. He needs us, and truthfully I think we need him. So yeah - what's one more added to this little shindig we've got going for us?"

"Have you-"

"-thought it through? Yes. Completely."

You can see the smile he fights to hold back. "We should call tomorrow and see what the protocol is for stating our intent to adopt and getting the paperwork."

"Um…" You shuffle your feet. Nose scrunched, you confess "I may have already called them. On the way from work I asked about what would need to be done if we wanted to pursue that route, but since they already know who we are from you working with them for years it can be fast tracked." You pull him out of his chair to stand before you. "All we have to do is say 'go'."

He has no hesitation.

"Go."

Laszlo doesn't hold back his smile or his laughter as he spins you around his office floor. You're certain your children downstairs can hear your giggles.

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