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After Hours
𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖊 1
toji x reader
Synopsis: What happens when you meet someone willing to make all you naughty dreams come true?
CW: virginity loss, corruption kink, size kink, alcohol consumption, shy reader, toji is a player, cum eating, Shiu is being a daddy in this per usual, modern au, afab reader, bar owner toji, 5.1k words, please let me know if i missed anything
A/N:I’m so happy to present day 1 of Kinktober!!! I’m so excited for y’all to read please enjoy!
You sipped your drink to the sound of rock music playing loudly from the speakers. You watched as hot sweaty bodies crowded around a pool table swinging money in the air while yelling out bets. The bar was lively, it was loud and there you sat, quietly at the end of the bar, watching everyone, enjoying the show. The bar had people from all walks of life come through. Some would come through and tell you stories you could never imagine, some telling you of where they were headed and some just a little sleezy looking for a quick fuck. You were never the type for hookups. You honestly couldn’t imagine being with a random stranger for one fun night. You enjoyed being in this space. It was fun to see so many different people and get to experience another’s life just for a few minutes.
“I can’t possibly imagine doing something so scary like that” you said, shocked listening to the story being told by the big figure sitting in front of you smoking a cigarette.
“You wouldn’t believe all of the crazy things I’ve done sweetheart” he pulled a long drag from his cigarette then turned to you.
“You got any stories?” he asked
“Who? Me? I- uh no I don’t really do much” you fumbled over your words suddenly becoming nervous by the question.
It was true, you didn’t really do much. You were honestly as innocent as they come. You didn’t drink, not because you thought it was bad but more so because the taste of alcohol was quite repulsive. You had never had a boyfriend before, hell you had never engaged in sex before. You just never found someone worth giving yourself away to. The idea was honestly scary. Having to get naked and show your body to another person was honestly scary yet something about it felt so intriguing. Something about sleeping with someone and having them take you in ways you wouldn’t dare speak about out loud was almost thrilling. You shook the thought away.
“I really mostly like to just hear about other people’s stories, I find them fascinating really.” You said, giving a shy smile.
He nodded his head silently taking in your words.
“Hm, I guess I could understand” he took a drag finishing his cigarette. “But what about living?”
You gave a confused look.
Living?
“What do you mean, I am living?” the question almost sounded silly
“No, you're listening to other people live. You’re basically living vicariously through other people.” He scoffed. “Why not enjoy the thrills of life yourself instead of hearing it from other people?”
The question left you speechless. You sat staring at the man's mouth slightly open unsure of what to say.
Why weren’t you living?
You went to work and came to this hole in the wall bar every night just to listen to stories and drink juice. When were you going to be the one telling the stories?
“You bothering my customers Shiu?” a loud voice interrupted your thoughts.
Toji, the bar owner, walked over to the two of you cleaning a glass with a smirk.
“Bothering? I could never. I think that might be your job.” he chuckled.
“How you doing pretty? Need another drink?” Toji asked, looking down at your almost empty glass.
“Hi Toji, I’m well today. I’d love another juice thankyou” you said smiling softly.
Ever since you first walked into the bar Toji had been as kind as ever. His smile was always inviting. He was tall, buff and handsome. He always left you feeling starstruck as he moved behind the counter muscles flexing in his tight shirt smiling handsomely at customers as they handed him large tips. He always gave you free drinks mostly because you only ordered juice. He was even nice enough to let you stay after closing and keep him company while he cleaned and told you stories of before he owned the bar.
“Your friend wasn’t bothering me” you said as he handed you a full glass. “I was probably bothering him,” you laughed.
Toji smiled and leaned forward on his elbows.
“I’m sure a pretty girl like you could never bother anyone.”
You looked down smiling at the remark. Toji was a big flirt with everyone. If a pretty girl walked in and looked like she had big pockets he would somehow always flirt his way into an unusually large tip.
“I was just offering a little advice,” Shiu said as he pulled out another cigarette, putting it between his lips.
“Last time you gave someone advice they died” Toji commented as he fixed a drink for a regular.
“They took it a little too literally, that isn’t my fault” he lit the cigarette pulling a long drag.
The two bantered back and forth arguing over his advice.
“He actually told me something really helpful” You interrupted.
“Oh yeah and what was it exactly?” Toji leaned over the counter dangerously close to you. He bit his lip as he stared at you waiting for you to answer. You shied away suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze.
“I- well it was just about me living life that’s all” you stumbled over your words.
Toji smirked at you
“Now why would he say such a thing doll?” he seemed intrigued as he sat up and poured a shot for himself and Shui.
“I guess , well , I’m just not living out my fantasies…” your voice died out towards the end of your sentence.
“Not living out your fantasies?” Toji rested his head in his hand with a smirk playing on his face.
“Tell me more about that” his voice was low as he asked for more. You sat in front of him watching his movements almost hypnotized by the way he spoke so smoothly. Toji was an intimidating guy. No matter how many nights you spent sitting chatting with him about any and everything you never failed to grow nervous under his dark gaze.
“I uh I shouldn’t talk too much about it” you let out a nervous chuckle.
Toji sat up letting out a small sigh.
“All right then, keep your secrets,” he laughed.
You gave a shy smile before sipping your drink. It would have been hard to admit in front of two obviously attractive men that you fantasized about losing your virginity. The topic seemed so taboo. You could imagine them pushing for more details. Why hadn’t you lost your virginity? What are you waiting for? Are you some kind of saint, too good for sex?None of the above. The right person just hasn’t come along yet, someone to send chills through your body just from their voice. You wanted someone who would make you feel something, someone worth it. You sat in silence stuck on the previous conversation. You hadn’t noticed the bar slowly emptying out. Drunk bodies stumbled out slurring words as they called their rides.
“You sticking with me, pretty girl?” Toji’s voice interrupted your thoughts.
You nodded your head with a small smile, it wouldn’t hurt having another late night conversation with Toji while he closed.You looked around noticing Shui pulling out his last cigarette before throwing back the rest of his drink.
“I’m leaving you, two have a good night” he turned to you “I meant what I said live a little, kid”
“Hey what about me Shiu got any advice for me ?” he teased
Shiu walked to the door before turning around
“Hm, actually yes, go to hell” he smirked and left without another word.
Toji scuffed as he wiped down the counter.
“Asshole,” he mumbled.
You laughed at the encounter and looked around at the now empty bar. It was nice to look at apart from the scattered beer and glasses. The bar had nice decor, it was one of the main factors that attracted you to the place.
“So any new stories for me?” you asked, watching as Toji came from behind the counter with a broom sweeping the place.
“You like my stories that much?” he asked, half his attention on you, half on cleaning.
“You spun around on the bar stool laughing to yourself at the childish action.
“I think you have fun things to say” you thinking to yourself for a moment “And well I guess I really like your voice” you mumbled the last part.
Toji chuckled, stopping his actions. He looked at you with a smirk.
“You like my voice huh?”
You looked away suddenly embarrassed by your confession.
“I mean well you- it” you stammered
“It’s okay doll” Toji walked closer to you lowering his voice in the process.
“I could talk all you want” he said “ But I’d more so like to hear something about you” he said as he came close standing between your legs as you sat facing him on the stool.
“Something about me?” you asked slightly confused.
“Yeah, I mean you sit with me while I clean all the time and you listen to me go on and on about stories for days yet, you never talk to me about yourself.” he said leaning closer to you.
Your breath hitched feeling the heat from his body as he closed the space between you two.
“For example I’d love to continue that conversation from earlier, you know the one about those fantasies of yours.”
He leaned down eye level to you just a breath away. His lips were only inches away from yours. You wanted to lean in just to see how soft his lips would be. Would he taste like alcohol or something sweeter? How soft would his lips be? You leaned into him only for him to reach behind you picking up the spray bottle and rag. He walked away with a smirk and began wiping down tables.
“Talk to me doll” he said “ I mean I’ve told you so many things before it's only fair you tell me a secret or two” his voice was sensual. It sent tingles through your body to your core. You crossed your legs squeezing tight at the sound.
“Well” you said contemplating if you should speak your thoughts.
Toji stopped his cleaning to look at you
“It's just us two here, you can tell me anything” he said softly.
You looked around as if you’d somehow find someone sitting in the corner listening in. To no surprise the room was empty apart from Toji’s large muscular body standing a few feet away from you.
“I guess I just fantasize about losing my virginity,” you said, voice fading away.
You felt embarrassed at your confession. You wanted to hide away. Lose your virgin, what a foolish fantasy. Why not something like travel the world or start a business, that’s a real fantasy but no there you sat legs crossed squeezed searching for friction. “I mean- well there's more but I well” your words seemed to scramble as you spoke. Toji stood in front of you smiling at your truth.
“I think that’s a cute fantasy.” he said
He leaned against the table and folded his arm.
“I’d love to hear more about this…” he bowed his head, hiding his smile, “fantasy,” he said finishing his sentence.
“What? More?” you almost yelled shocked by his words
He licked his lips while making eye contact.
“Yeah” he repeated “More”
He got up from the table and began to roam around the room with a sigh.
“I mean there’s gotta be something more to this little fantasy of yours”
He walked over to you fiddling with the edge of your skirt. His fingers brushed against your skin making you feel hot all over.
“What is it, do you have some fantasy of getting tied up for your first time?”
His fingers danced across your skin. He looked down concentrated on his hand movements.
“Or do you just want a nice big cock to stretch you out?”
His words went straight to your core. You were too shocked by the vulgarity of it all to say anything. No one had ever spoken to you like that before. No one’s words had ever made you throb the way his did.He chuckled at your silence. Toji stepped away and went back to cleaning. You almost had the urge to snatch his arm and drag him back to you. You could never see yourself being that brave though.
“Well what about you?” you muttered too shy to speak up.
“Hm? Me?” he asked looking up from his task.
“Oh well I’ve got a few fantasies I guess” He stood with a concentrated look thinking about his own fantasies.
Your mind was running a relay race imagining the lewd words that could possibly come from him. At the same time you wondered what he could possibly fantasize about? What had he not done? You leaned forward intrigued with what he would say.
“Tell me,” you said, eyes wide with interest.
He laughed at your eagerness
“You really wanna know?” he asked, leaning against the table.
You nodded your head, excitement coursing through you.
“I do,” you said in a hushed voice.
Toji walked to you leaving his rag behind. His footsteps seemed so loud in the empty room. He filled up so much space with confidence alone.
“I guess I have that same fantasy”
His finger traced your jawline while his eyes stared deep into yours.
“I’ve been thinking about it alot lately,” he said as he licked his lips. “I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel stretching out a fresh virgin hole. The thought of making someone so innocent beg for my cock while I fuck them dumb” his bit his lip and looked down towards your plump ones “That shit just drives me crazy doll”
Your breath hitched as he spoke. You couldn’t help the throbbing that went to your core. The thought of having someone like Toji give you everything you ever desired sent shivers through you. You knew he’d make you feel better than any toy you had could ever make you feel. The way his lips looked so wet and soft, the way his muscles strained against his shirt, how he always smelled good always made your heart beat so hard you were sure he could hear. You sat starstruck, unable to form the words you wanted to say. Hell, you didn’t even know what to say. Would you beg him to fuck you, to take your virginity right then and there? Would you tell him that's nice and try to change the subject? No you had to take chances,
Live a little kid
You heard Shiu’s words replay in your mind like a record.
Now was the time to live a little.
“You got something on your mind?” Toji asked as if he was just waiting for you to say the word.
“I can help” the words flew out your mouth at the speed of light.
You wanted to hide away after hearing yourself. Help what? Clean? You couldn't pull yourself together.
Toji hummed satisfied with your answer.
“You want to help?” he asked “Are you asking me to bend you over and fuck you in this bar?”
He leaned in to whisper the words in your ear. Hearing him say it out loud almost felt wrong.
“I do- I mean I am- wait I mean” you fumbled over your words too overcome with embarrassment to function.
Toji’s laughter caught you off guard. He grabbed you by the jaw and pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was wet. He tasted so sweet even though he had been drinking. His lips were soft. So soft you felt yourself melting into him. Your hands gripped the side of the stool almost tearing at the leather. Toji’s hand moved down to your neck pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His kiss was delicate yet was filled with hunger. His fingers danced up your skirt feeling the heat between your legs.
“No panties huh, you’re not as innocent as i thought” he smiled as he inched his fingers closer to your core feeling the way you were practically leaking.
“This can’t possibly be your first go around. You come in wearing these short skirts” he pressed a kiss to your neck and licked a long strip up to your jaw.
“You're wearing nothing underneath. I bet you were just begging for someone like me to peek and see that pretty little pussy dripping all over my seats.”
You were left in a daze from his fingers just barely brushing against where you needed him most to how he sucked your neck leaving your skin feeling raw. His scent filled your every waking being. He was all that you could feel, see, touch, smell. It was almost as if he had become the only person left in the world and all that you wanted was for him to touch you; to touch you in ways no one had ever done before. You needed him. Your mind was desperately pleading for him to slip his fingers inside of you, to feel your gummy walls and finally give you the pleasure that you were desperately clinging onto him for.
“Please touch me” you whimpered out.
Your voice felt so weak. You were so needy for him, your fingers dug into his arm pulling him closer.
“Such a needy little thing” he chuckled
His fingers moved along your legs teasing you with every touch.
“I need more than that love. Where do you need me” he voiced with his head still in the crook of your neck sucking and licking at your skin.
You grabbed his hand, dragging it up your thigh to place it between your folds. Words seemed to fail you so taking action was your only choice.
“Here”
Toji smiled at your courage. His fingers maneuvered up and down your core feeling how wet you were. He rubbed soothing circles onto the bundle of nerves earning him a soft moan from you.
“Have you ever been stuffed with someone’s fingers?” he asked in a low voice
You shook your head while meeting his eyes.Toji free hand grabbed your jaw.
“Words Princess”
“No,” you whimpered.
Your answer seemed to have a strong effect on him. The thought of watching your innocence slip away from you at his hand was enough to have his cock straining against his pants.
“I’m gonna put a finger in and I’ll let you know each time I do just so you don’t get all shy on me when your pussy’s sucking my fingers in” he smiled.
His thumb kept a steady pace rubbing quick circles while he slipped his first finger into your hole.
“That’s it” he said, rocking his finger in and out of your eyes watching the way your mouth widened to an ‘o’ shape while moans spilled past your lips.
“You like that?” He placed a wet kiss on your lips.”Pussy feels so tight baby, I wonder how you’re gonna take my cock”
You let out a whine while your hips grinded down onto his hand.
“More please, I need more”
Toji’s eyes lit up at your words.
“Oh? My nasty girl wants more huh” He smirked “I’m putting in a second finger now dirty girl, I’ll give you what you want”
His second finger slipped in with ease. A gasp escaped your lips as he filled you up groaning at the way your hole squeezed around his fingers.
“So wet for me doll.” His breath ghosted against your lips as his fingers continued to fuck in and out of you making a mess below you. You let out weak moans and gasp. This feeling of his fingers massaging your gummy walls was something you had never experienced before. You felt the world revolving around you. Your heart was racing in your chest. Everything seemed so loud at that moment. The way his breaths sounded sharp as his fingers picked up speed. The drips of water from the sink he had left running after washing dishes, The cars speeding by not noticing how you were falling apart giving yourself away to him. If a car were to slow down just for a few seconds it would have been so easy to just peek into the window to see how your legs were spread open. Your hips were grinding down onto him. It would have been so easy just to see how much of a mess you were making for his fingers. That seemed to send a thrill through you, having some unknown stranger turn their head and watch you lose your virginity and take a cock for the first time.
“God, it feels so good” you let out a loud gasp unable to contain yourself.
The feeling of him dipping his fingers into you was so overwhelming you thought you might lose your mind. You had never touched yourself like this before. You always stayed away from fucking your self with you fingers to afraid to stick a finger in always preferring to massage your clit. Little did you know the desire and pleasure that would come with having someone shove their fingers deep into you, you were practically drooling from the feeling. You felt a pit forming in your stomach the feeling so foreign all you could do was moan and curse about how good he felt.
“Come on doll” Toji rasped out “ Give it to me, make me proud, show me how pretty you look making a mess on my fingers.”
His words were enough to send you spiraling. You let out loud unfiltered moans. This was new, something better than ever. You wanted- no craved more. This feeling of ecstasy felt like a drug taking over you. You let out heavy breathes as you came down from your high.
“Don’t think we’re done just yet doll, I want you to take your first cock” Toji said as he lifted you bringing you to the table he had just wiped down.
He pulled your shirt up exposing your breast and pulled a nipple into his mouth. You let out a long moan feeling his hot tongue swivel around your nipple. His mouth felt so warm. His hand squeezed and massaged your other breast as he let out a groan. He pulled your skirt off and threw it in a nearby corner.
“You won't be needing that” He said as he took your body in.
He pulled his cock free from his pants and your eyes went wide. Not only was he big, he was thick. You sat staring with a slack jaw fearful that his two fingers weren’t enough to make him fit. He stroked his cock as he rubbed circles on your clit.
“Look at what you do to me doll” he said, voice strained. “Got me so fucking hard I can’t wait to make your pussy cream”
He pushed you down so that your back was laying flat against the table. His arms wrapped around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the table. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit sending shivers through your body.
“Look at you, being so good for me, you ready to take your first cock” he licked his lips staring at your glistening cunt “You ready to make a real mess for me baby?”
The tip of his cock prodded at your hole just barely entering.
“It- It’s too big” you whimpered watching as he held his cock rubbing it through your folds.
“Don’t worry doll, I’ll make it fit” he said, eyes never leaving your hole.
He inched his cock into you achingly slowly watching how your pussy sucked him in taking all that he was giving you. Toji’s eyes rolled back, feeling how tight you were squeezing around him. He had known you'd be tight but never did he imagine you’d have him ready to cum just from sinking himself into you. He stilled inside of you just admiring the warmth and tightness of you. He took a deep breath to gather himself.
“Fuck you feel so good” he whispered the words and you almost didnt hear him.
“I’m gonna take it nice and slow for you princess”
He moved his hips in a slow motion watching the way your face moved from being scrunched up in pain to eyes rolling back enjoying the pleasure of being stuffed full.
“You like that shit” he asked as he rolled his hips into you slowly. His cock felt so delicious inside of you. You wanted this feeling forever. He filled you up so perfectly. You couldn’t fathom the idea of having anyone else fill you up like this. The way his hips rolled into yours meeting your hips with a soft slap left you gasping for air.
“Breathe baby breath” he rubbed soothing circles into your hips.
You sucked in a shaky breath not realizing you had been holding your breath focusing solely on the pleasure of him.
“Come on baby let me hear those moans, I want to hear how you sound taking your first cock” he squeezed your hips as he rocked into you. Toji was holding back. He bit his lip trying to contain himself. He didn’t want to destroy you for your first time. It was taking everything in him not to absolutely wreck you. He made a mental note to himself that the next time he stuffed his cock into you, he’d leaving you a drooling fucked out mess but for now he would be content with just watching the way you’d fall apart taking him your first time.
“Tell me how it feels” he leaned down to pepper wet kisses from your collar to your neck. “First time being so full, tell me where you feel me baby talk to me”
You could barely breathe properly and now you were trying to form sentences.
“So good ugh I feel it all in my tummy it's so big” you slurred.
Your moans were so loud any person walking by would have a perfect show to watch. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about any lingering stares that could possibly be watching through the window. Your mind wandered off to thoughts of someone sneaking looks through the window, digging their hand in their pants and getting off to you creaming on your first cock. What a lewd thought. Your whimpers seemed to repeat like a broken record. You couldn’t help but moan and beg him for more.
“Faster please I need more” you whimpered, hardly able to contain yourself as you bucked your hips upwards into him.
“You sure doll, I don't think I’ll be able to stop if I do” his voice was gruff as he fucked you in a slow pace.
“Please” you begged “I need you so bad”
Toji bit his lip. He grabbed your legs pulling them up so your ankles could rest on his shoulder. He rubbed your stomach feeling where his cock was inside of you. His hands massaged your skin as he grabbed your calf kissing your ankle.
“Be a good girl and take everything I give you then, hm?”
His cocked slammed into you at a pace you did not expect. His hips met yours with a loud slap. Toji’s eyes scanned your body watching every movement. Your back arched off the table as you moaned so loud your voice echoed off the walls.
“Look so pretty taking cock” he groaned “ Mean to tell me I’m the first one to get to see you like this”
His thrust were relentless slamming into you “This sight is too pretty to share.” His thumb rubbed circles onto your clit as he rocked his hips into you.
“That’s it taking me so well doll” His words were going straight to your core.
You could barely form sentences, only strained moans and slurred versions of his name. Your body seemed to fall apart for him. The table under you rocked back and forth with his thrust. If you had half a mind you would be worried that it would break but all you could think of was how you were about to cum. You felt a warmth in your stomach as he fucked you.
“Come one Princess I want you to cum with me. I want to see how messy you get for the first time” his words had your eyes rolling back. You felt so weak barely able to do anything but cum on his cock. Your body didn’t feel like yours. You had never came so hard in your life. He was covered in your juices, soaked from all that you had to give him. Toji’s eyes were looking down focused on the way his cum mixed with yours covered his cock. His movements slowed as he fucked the cum inside of you.
“I don’t like being wasteful” he said as two fingers covered in cum moved between your lips. You sucked his fingers obediently without a second thought. You were in such a daze you would have done anything for him.
“You were so good for me” his voice was low as he leaned down placing kisses on your lips.
Toji felt his heart growing warm. He had never felt so soft for someone before.With any other girl who would have already been zipping up his pants and ordering them a ride but for you it felt different. He wanted to fulfill every fantasy you had. He wanted to be the only one watching you cum. It was either him or nothing at all. You were just too perfect to share. From the way your chest moved trying to catch your breath to the way your plump lips sat open wet from drool had his heart feeling like it might beat out of his chest.
“I want to make all those nasty fantasies of yours come true.” He whispered, kissing your skin cock still stuffed inside of you.
“I want to be the only one to get to see you like this”
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sleep remedy
: ̗̀➛ pairing; mike schmidt + afab reader
: ̗̀➛ tags; smut { handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie }
: ̗̀➛ summary; mike has had long shifts all week and he needs help sleeping. you two have been closer lately and he finds his solution through you.
: ̗̀➛ a/n; 1.5k this was a collab with me and my best friend !! this is just something i’ve been craving for a hot minute..
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six-thirty am. mike slid off his vest and tossed it into the backseat before getting into his car. it was more of a night dreaming than doing his actual job. the wind hit his hair unevenly as multiple cars passed, likely on their way to an early job as he finished his. his eyes laid tired as he drove home, wanting nothing more than to lay in his bed, asleep.
once he arrived home, he walked straight into his bedroom, checking briefly to see if abby was asleep herself. he felt too tired to care about anything else other than the sleep he so desperately craved.
before mike could even touch the end of his bed, the doorbell rang, he groaned as he walked out his bedroom and towards the ring. once he opened the door, his eyes met yours. “what are you doing here?” mike asked tiredly.
“i brought you a sandwich, i figured you might be hungry from your shift,” you replied. you sat the bag you held around your wrist down on the small dining table. you’d been a little tired from waking up early to help mike out. there were times he’d forget to eat dinner and make due with abby’s stashed candy.
”thank you,” he spoke as he sat down and unwrapped the sandwich; it was a cold combo of turkey and pepper jack. as he took a bite, you rummaged the fridge for some drinks. “she’s asleep?” you asked him, eyeing a couple of beers. “yeah, the babysitter left a bit early.” your eyes darted towards him with a small smile, “you know i’d offer and take time to watch her, mike. all you have to do—“
”i don’t wanna bother, but thanks. you don’t have work, do you?”
you sat with him and twisted the bottle caps, sliding the glass over. “no, why?”
he chewed and swallowed for a moment, his eyes closing in on a single spot on the table. “uneasy. can you sleep here tonight?” another smile formed on your lips as he spoke. you gave a nod, knowing that if you hadn’t, you would’ve slept over anyways.
mike leaned back in the chair, sparing you a piece of the sandwich. he took a swig of beer and cleared his throat, “you can take the bedroom.” your brows furrowed confusingly, “no, it’s fine.” you didn’t mind the couch, but his courtesy evoked flattery from you. deprived from proper hours, he grabbed his beer, sat himself on the couch, and huffed at the impact.
your first thought was to sit with him and stay there until he slept, which eventually he would. you sat yourself next to him and watched as he turned on the sports program he downloaded. he was too tired during the day that he needed to save things however he could and experience them later. even the way his breath fell from his lips felt tired, but you didn't want to comment on it.
“shit..abby gets up in a few hours and i need to—”
“just watch tv. i'll deal with abby and the school, you just stay here and relax,” you spoke over him. your fingers started on his head, trying to relax him calmly. he shut his eyes and kept his head down.
mike’s head soon reached your shoulder and he let out a sigh. he turned his face and looked up at you, “thank you.”
you nodded and smiled, continuing to run your hands in his hair, combing it back gently. halftime on the screen ended and your mind retraced to abby, yet the sensation of mike’s hair in between your fingers fuels your mind instead. his eyes fell back on the screen, trying to doze off to the sound of players grunting and whistles blowing. you couldn’t understand it, but he was the type to fall asleep to sounds most annoying to man. your grasp tightens on his brown strands, curling them and tugging lightly. from his lips fell a small whimper, just loud enough to hear and make the atmosphere a bit awkward.
it wasn’t your intention, but what you did evoked a small smile on your face. he adjusted his position and felt your nails soothe the area you tugged at. “tired?” you asked him.
“i’m so fucking exhausted,” he muttered lowly.
your available hand reached over to his other side and grabbed the remote, turning the volume up a bit. “your pills, are they helping?” you questioned. they were over-the-counter, hardly reliable. he tried anything he could to sleep; to dream. he shook his head and started dragging it slowly into your lap. you moved your hand down to his face, thumbing small circles onto his cheek. he needed help sleeping.
mike turned his head and faced your stomach, giving small groans. you felt the vibrations of his tiredness as his lips connected to your thighs. “mike..” you spoke softly; you were unsure of where he was going, but sure what you wanted. he placed his hand down on the couch and lifted himself up to face you directly, “the pills don't work, this will work.” your hand came up to his face and his eyes roamed you needily.
“baby..”
“mike..” his breathing got heavier just from his name leaving your mouth. another look in his eyes and you gave in. your lips connected with his and your hands went to his shoulder and hair. small moans escaped his mouth and into yours. your knee moved to the other side of his waist as you straddled his lap. his jeans grew tighter as he got hard and you could feel it. your hips grinding down onto his pants make him stutter, “please..c’mon, please.” your hands trailed up his chest and one up his neck and held his cheek. his hands left your waist and lowered to his belt. he unlooped it and tossed it completely away from the couch.
“i need you, y/n, please.” his pleads fueled you to the extent of taking off your shirt and your shorts. you sat on him, half naked, and waiting for his jeans to be pulled down. he struggled with his boxers, his desperate hands clawing at the top band. once he got them down, you took a moment to admire and almost stare at his bulge. his dick hit his stomach adorned with his happy trail you loved oh so much. “how bad do you need it?” you teased him, running your thumb along his tip. his mouth breathed out no words as he took in the pleasure of your touch. when you asked again, he looked up at your face and nodded, “please..really bad.”
your hand took in his cock, slowly guiding along as your head bent down to see what you were doing, as much a you loved seeing his face scrunch with pleasure, the sight of his hips bucking for more as better. he hisses when you tighten your hold, causing your eyes to rise, “you can’t handle it, baby? what’ll happen when you fill me up?” you mocked him lightly and kissed his cheek.
“so close..” he bit down on his pink lips and his lashes flickered up at you, practically begging for release. your mouth hung open, tucking your tongue back and dropping spit onto his cock. your fingers slicked around him and eluded pretty low moans from his mouth. once your movements stopped, those moans turned to whines for your touch. your hips lifted off and above his lap, hovering over him. “here,” you spoke, moving your hand on top of his and guiding it to the waistband of your panties. your fingers maneuvered his to slide them to the side, revealing your pussy and making him more than eager.
positioning yourself onto him, mike groaned and bucked his hips, begging silently for you to move. the loss of friction distanced his orgasm; “c’mon, just–” his hands gripped onto your waist, clawing at the skin and forcing your pussy down around his cock. hips moving forward and back, rising up a bit, you made him bite his lip to suppress his moans. your hands rest on his chest as your lips snake to his ear, smoothing over the flesh with your teeth and biting down gently. another moan escaped his mouth, but this time more vulgar and high pitched. his whimpered echoed through the house, “shh,” your palm closed in on his mouth.
your hand slowly moved down his face, “tell me what you need, baby,” you cooed. “inside, please—don’t move from right here, please.”
your hands settled back on his shoulders, riding him until your legs gave out and he came inside you.
his mess slid with your hips as you moved along him, cumming on his lap and slapping your thighs down for more of him. “mhm..” he groaned, holding the small of your back. your movements stopped as he gently slapped your ass.
his lap raised and lifted your body off of him. “you gonna sleep now?” you ask, moving your hand along his cock and teasing the sensitive tip. his body shuddered under your touch and his breath got heavier until you stopped.
the two of you got clothed and laid back on the couch, panting heavily and stimulated, apparent from the crotches of your clothing being slightly damp and hot.
you laid with mike for the night, finally relieved he’d get the sleep he needed.
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𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮 𝐯𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
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WARNING: human!reader x aged up!aonung, mentions of alcohol, praise kink, size kink, biting
Synopsis: in which (human) reader goes to a party and drinks alcoholic pongu pongu and Ao’nung plays witness to the effects.
i wrote this after a party so i was really high and really drunk (understandably) i went back and proof read it but i still feel like it was a bit rushed but hey welcome to my cross faded mind!
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it seemed to have happened in some sort of blur, it had only felt like 5 minutes since y/n had stormed out on kiri after a heated argument. And even less when she bumped into her friends, Meylak and Tsahìk. If y/n wanted to have a good time and let loose, these were the friends she’d put in charge to throw a pity party in her favour, one’s that would leave her stumbling home at odd hours in the night.
She deserved this right? Y/n looks around the crowd of navi grinding against one another, and others serving a strange looking drink. Quickly tapping Tsahìk’s arm you point to that jug asking her of its contents. “That’s Pongu Pongu, specifically night blossom, it makes you” she scrunches her face trying to think of a word to describe its effects “silly? happy? it has different effects on everyone” she shrugs giving up on her explanation.
I nod my head “so like alcohol” i nod more confidently now finding more meaning to what the human equivalent was.
“i don’t— i don’t think i know what that is” Tsahìk blinks in confusion at your remark. You silently curse yourself being quickly reminded by your lack of belonging to this world. You both stand in silence for a second before she offers a word “want to try some?” You quickly nod your head as she smiles at you leading you to the table with a jug and wooden cups. She makes quick work pouring a decent amount of the seemingly multicoloured drink into your cup before passing it to you.
You grabbed the cup throwing it back trying to avoid your own self doubt, you were letting ‘loose’. You scrunched your face expecting a sour bitter taste to hit you but it never came, instead in its presence was a fruity herbal taste with a slight tang that familiarised her to the after taste of bitter alcohol, it was, good? grabbing the jug she poured another glass before drinking it again savouring the after tang it gave her. Tsahìk’s gaze redirected behind you before widening at you “oh, ao’nung” not trying to hide the fact she was indirectly warning me of the tall figure behind me.
“Did this small, human, girl have night blossom?” his deep voice surprising you for a moment, although spoken like a question it was clear that it was a direct angry response at y/n being around navi parties. He groaned lowly, faintly you could hear the grumble of a growl in his groan shortly displaying his animalistic charm, “Pongu Pongu is enough for 7 and 8 foot navi what do you think it’s going to do to a 5 foot girl” he gestured to her rudely before gripping her upper arm “as your future olo'eyktan, i can not have you dead from something that was poisonous for human consumption.” he grumbled dragging her out the archway of trees back to a path out the forest to the marui.
Suddenly, just as she began to question whether the nectar would affect her or not. Her eyes began to flicker, and her world begins to sway in a happy rhythm. She giggles alerting ao’nung to the way she looked. “fuck me” he grumbled before grabbing you carrying you bridal style.
You didn’t know if this was you or the pongu pongu speaking but ao’nung seemed so— right. She rested her head against his chest only now noticing his aqua clear eyes and seemingly luminescent freckles, was ao’nung sexy? drawing a lip between her teeth she analysed him further grabbing his attention away from navigating the walk back to your marui noticing the vulgar look of you nibbling your bottom lip with a strange pink hue painted across your cheeks, did it reach your ears? How adorable. He shook his head in attempt to rid the thoughts from his mind beginning his trek back.
But y/n couldn’t, she couldn’t ignore how his grip tightened wrapping around her thighs, how his nostrils noticeably flared when she felt a rush of energy released from her core.
They were so close, if ao’nung could just get you to your hangar then he could go home and tend to his problem himself knowing what fueled his fire. But when y/n realised the lack of distance between her and facing kiri she started whining shaking her head, too drunk to properly communicate. Ao’nung quickly looked down to you waiting for an answer “no, can’t go home” i shook my head leaning against his peck tracing shapes on his chest “can we go to yours” she mumbled.
Ao’nung didn’t bother arguing knowing his marui was big enough for two people to sleep in without needing to be awkward, he still grumbled his protest before turning the direction of his marui already knowing where he was in relation to it.
slowly you hear shells tap against each other as ao’nung swipes the hanging shells covering his front door way resting you down on a thin matt. Y/n quickly brought herself to her knees tugging at his loin cloth.
Ao’nung’s head snapped to you kneeling infront of him, with pleasing glassy eyes and a warm suggestive expression on your face giggling cheekily, batting your lashes up at him. Fuck, Ao’nung had known you were in a horny mood, a common side effect for navi who had drunk a lot of pongu pongu, he never would’ve thought it would do the same for humans, or how cute you looked when you were desperate for him. Your eyes plead with him knowing he was fighting an inner moral battle “please, ao’nung i want this” you whimpered trying to deny your hips to start rocking by themselves at the thought of friction against his clearly prominent bulge.
Ao’nung watched as she slowly slipped her hand to the side of his loin cloth undoing the fabric leaving him bare in front of you and his thick cock sprang out from the thin confines. He let out a small groan feeling a breeze of cool air against the precum beading at the tip of his dick begging to fertilise someone. Ao’nung traced his large hand to your cheek tucking strands of hair behind your ear “How do you feel?” he wanted to know how badly she wanted him, how the drink was effecting her and her attraction to him.
“hot” she reached out taking his rod within her own hands analysing the large shape, causing her cock driven state drool at being filled by such a thing. “How are you going to fit.” she mumbled under her breath, earning the attention of Ao’nung.
He hadn’t thought of that, would he break her? how tight would she be? his thoughts were interrupted as she brought her lips to his tip moistening the start of his shaft pushing him deeper in her mouth. Ao’nungs hips instinctively thrust the rest of his dick becoming jealous of his warm tip embraced by her wet mouth as he groans at the contact. Y/n pulled Ao’nung down to her level pushing him into a seated position before straddling his hips grinding her naked pussy against his throbbing cock, lubricating him in her natural slick of excitement. Her tiny lips rub desperately against the roof of his dick teasing her entrance before she pushed against him.
Slowly his tip slips into her cunt causing her to let out a breathy moan and Ao’nung to grab her hips tightly pausing her descent on his cock, trying to avoid cumming before she’s entirely taken him. Squinting his eyes closed, he relished the feeling of tearing the smallest part of her open, forcing a (not so) small piece of himself into her as her body replies, clenching and spasming against the invasion of his member that seemingly pulsed within her heat. “i can take more of you” she whined rocking her hips against his sinking down more against him.
Ao’nung slaps her ass hard earning him a yelp. He lets out a low growl and whimper causing y/n to instinctively tighten at his smitten response. “give me a fucking second,” he gritted out, panting heavily “you know how hard it is to stop myself from slamming into you right now, i can’t break you, not yet.” his voice was a deep grumble as he buried his head in your neck seemingly inhaling your scent in efforts to calm himself down noticing his cock twitch slightly before exhaling.
You let out a high pitched whine “Ao’nung, please” you pout at him whimpering slowly grinding your hips against his moving the small amount of him inside you in an effort to give in to his temptations, “break me olo'eyktan” you smirk at him.
He raises a brow at your cheeky manoeuvre finding himself heat up at the formality of his soon to be title in such a dirty manor, “you asked for it, small demon” gripping your waist he thrusts his hips forward fully bottoming out in you thrusting against your cervix rubbing roughly against your g spot as something in you snaps. A low growl/groan emits from his chest as he keeps his hands on your waist making sure you couldn’t back away from his cock penetrating you so deeply causing your body to fall limp against his for a second as shivers flow throughout. “Don’t break,” he mumbles kissing your neck before nipping at the point where your neck meets your shoulder “if i bit you here” he grumbled licking the spot sending tingles down your spine “you would be mine, no navi men would be able to touch you, you’d be my mate.” he explained nipping her skin twitching inside her deeply at the thought of marking her as his.
As y/n begins to loosen up she grinds against ao’nung, causing him to chuckle “needy are we? i only just got my cock in you and your already pushing your hips against mine in an effort to what? get me to impregnate you? hold you down while i fill you with my pups? supplying your olo'eyktan with an heir?” he chuckles darkly as she lets out a breathy moan before he pushes her into doggy style yanking her hair so her back is pressed against his front. Ao’nung nearly completely pulls out before he slams his hips against hers setting a continuous pounding against her cervix causing her to bite her lip trying to contain her noises. “Come on demon, show me your mewls of pleasure as i destroy your small human cunt” He kisses her neck before tracing his tongue on the place he wanted to mark her.
Y/n pulled out of his grip arching her spine before throwing her hips back meeting his with a grind causing Ao’nung to let out a guttural growl. “I’m gonna cum” he grits out his thrusts getting sloppier and more needy as his once tough groans turned into whimpers of pleasure as your closeness brings your walls to a clench around his member in an effort to milk him sensing his release coming soon. “fuck, you want to get pregnant don’t you, your clenching against my cock so hard i think it’ll be difficult to pull out even after i cum in you” he uses both of his hands to grope at y/n’s ass controlling her hips beating against his as he pushes forward and pulls me back releasing into me.
Upon feeling my insides being flooded with Ao’nungs cum, i felt my orgasm rock my body squeezing him tighter as if trying to pull him in even deeper, as his own cum drips down his cock filling me to the brim in comparison to how much a normal human male would produce. Y/n hadn’t thought of this, Ao’nung didn’t care he chuckled at her shocked words of disbelief as realisation settles in that he had most likely bred her getting her pregnant with multiple fetuses. “You have to pull out Ao’nung, let it flow out of me” she panicked slapping his thigh.
he chuckled, “alright alright” he backed his hips away before her sore pussy clenched on his tip causing Ao’nung to smirk, “let me go if you want it to flow out” he teased her.
“Pull out” she rolled her eyes at him not in the mood for his games.
“you won’t let me” he tuts before slamming his hips against yours once more, pushing his cum deeper and closer to your cervix, “since your most likely pregnant how about another round?” Ao’nung nips at her ear playfully.
#ao’nung x female reader smut#aonung x reader#aonung fic#aonung x female reader#breeding k1nk#oneshot#size k!nk#oneshots#smut#avatar the way of water#avatar smut
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From Your Smile to Your Soul
Bucky Barnes x F!Enchanced!reader
Synopsis: You don't want to go on this mission and Bucky doesn't want the girl whose smile brings him happiness getting hurt. But what can either of you do when your job is to heal others? If only you had told him that you weren't ok, if only he had made sure you were right behind him.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: angst, language, drinking, mentions of guns/injury/blood, hypothermia, asshole SHIELD agents, Bucky gets teary eyed, happy fluff-filled ending...
-I do not consent to having any of my writing, under the username Orions- Athenaeum, translated, posted or published on third party sites, apps or platforms-
Bucky didn’t think there was anything worth enjoying in his new life. Of course he appreciated Steve’s unwavering loyalty and the ease that he brought Bucky after he was freed from Hydra. There was also Sam’s annoying banter which usually gave Bucky something to smirk about, but he would never admit that to anyone. When Bucky didn’t understand what a text message was, Wanda and Natasha helped him adapt to the technological wonders of this modern time. He was even glad when Tony would crack an “old joke” just to get under his skin, because Bucky knew humor was Tony’s way of showing he cared. While Bucky was grateful for everything his teammates did for him, there was still a very obvious void, that felt almost like a ten ton weight sitting on his chest, trying to steal his breath from him. That feeling of immense pressure and simultaneous emptiness only began to lessen about four months ago, on a balmy summer evening when Steve dragged Bucky to one of Tony’s lavish galas.
Bucky didn’t know who or what the event was for, in all honesty he figured Tony was just looking for another excuse to throw a party. The former Winter Soldier had been a part of the team for a while now, but these types of social gatherings never failed to make him feel extremely unsettled. Maybe it was the way he felt people’s eyes lingered on him for too long, whether it was from fear or judgment. Or maybe it was that the suit Natasha had helped him pick out was nearly suffocating him. It could have also been the glass filled with some unknown booze that felt uncomfortably heavy in his vibranium hand. All this to say, Bucky was certain the tension in his shoulders was palpable as he checked his watch for the thirtieth time that evening; he was waiting for the hands to tell him he had waited a respectful amount of time before he could seek out the comfort of his own room. Bucky reluctantly pulled his eyes up from his watch and began to scan the room, hoping to find Steve and with him some sense of calmness. His search was cut short when his gaze landed on a girl chatting with Peter near the bar. She had short y/h/c hair that reminded him of a girl from his own time, messier and not as curled perhaps, but classic nonetheless. Her long, black, strapless dress and sleek platform heels reminded him of something Natasha might have worn. He wondered for a second if maybe Nat had helped her pick out an outfit too. Deciding that was an utterly ridiculous thought a second later, Bucky found himself enamored by her smile. It was all he could focus on: that beautiful, perfect smile. One corner of her mouth curved up more than the other and her full red painted lips made it impossible for Bucky to look away. Seconds felt like hours and as Bucky continued to look at her, he found a smile involuntarily tugging at his own lips. Amazingly enough, he didn’t feel so out of place anymore.
“It’s rude to stare.” Bucky quickly jerked his head towards Sam’s voice. His smile immediately faded as he glared at his friend.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wilson.” Even Bucky didn’t believe his words and chances were Sam didn’t either. Despite being a pain in the ass, he was smarter and more observant than Bucky liked to give him credit for. Sam rolled his eyes and ignored Bucky’s hint to drop the topic.
“Why don’t you go and ask her to dance?” Bucky couldn’t breathe. There was no way in hell he could do that. Standing across the room was the prettiest girl he’d seen and Sam thought it would be a good idea for him to ask her for a dance.
“Yeah that will not be happening.” Bucky tossed back the rest of the liquid in his glass, knowing that the pleasant burn of the alcohol would not affect him in the slightest. He wished it would. Maybe a little liquid courage was the push he needed to go over and speak to her.
“Look man, she’s gorgeous and really sweet, I met her this morning. All I’m saying is that she would totally say yes if you asked. She was staring at you too, by the way.” This morning. Bucky recalled Sam telling him he met a new member of the team earlier that morning. Maybe he would have the chance to see her again if she was the one Sam was referring to. Shaking his head to extinguish any false hope he had conjured up, Bucky realized that Sam was telling the truth; the girl was staring right back at him. After a few seconds, she raised her delicate fingers and sent a small wave. Bucky almost keeled over on the spot. Not knowing what else to do, he awkwardly raised his own hand back. She smiled. He smiled. And just like that Bucky knew he was a goner.
Four months later…
“No.” Bucky refused to change his mind. Steve rolled his eyes at his friend, who currently stood across the room with his arms crossed over his chest with a look that said, this is your final warning. Steve knew better than to try and push his best friend around, but this really was a mission that required her skills. There were dozens of hostages, and they would need medical attention. Not from doctors, but from her.
“Buck. You know I wouldn’t put Y/n in the field if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary.” Bucky did not move. Steve sighed. And people call me stubborn. He thought to himself.
“I understand that you want to protect her Bucky, I really do. But she is a part of this team. Y/n’s an Avenger and her role is to heal people. Now, there are people who need her help and she is going to go and help them. If you would prefer not to lead this mission than I can have someone else take-”
“No.” Bucky was quick to cut off Steve’s offer. His tone was firm, but just below the surface Bucky was panicking. He didn’t want his girl out in the field. But if Y/n had to go, he couldn’t stand the thought of not being out there with her. Steve raised a brow.
“I’ll go. But you better make sure there is no way we’re gonna get ambushed. We’d better be prepared. I won’t hesitate to beat your ass if something happens to Y/n.” Bucky turned to leave the conference room as Steve muttered something under his breath.
“What?” Bucky snapped.
“I just said it seems like you care about Y/n an awful lot when she isn’t even your girlfriend.” Bucky knew Steve was trying to get him to admit that he was too scared to ask her out. But honestly, Bucky wasn’t in the mood for his best friend to play matchmaker. So, without a look back, he stormed out into the corridor towards the gym. He was set on taking his anger and fear out on some punching bags, but as he walked through the halls all he could think about was her smile. He needed that smile safe. If he could just wrap it in his arms and shield it from all the bad, he would be happy for the rest of his life.
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You were certain there had to have been some kind of mistake. The thick Manila folder that sat on your desk marked “MISSION BRIEFING” had to have been delivered to the wrong room. Bucky was just across the hall, so maybe it was for him. That had to be it, because there was no way they were seriously considering putting you out in the field after only four months of being on the team. You weren’t even supposed to be a field agent. Nick Fury had recruited you because of your powers. Sure, you could mend a broken bone and fuse a gunshot wound close, but that did not mean you fought on the front lines. It meant you waited until your team was back to the safety of the compound to help them. Refusing to open the folder you picked it up and made your way to Bucky’s door.
“Buck?” You called as you knocked on the cool wood. You gasped as it opened not a second later. Bucky was standing in front of you in all his post gym, sweaty, shirtless glory.
“Hey, doll. What’s up?” He asked with a smirk tugging at his lips. That damned smirk. You immediately drew your gaze away from his tight abs and pretty smile up to his eyes. Which, honestly, didn't help because you found yourself getting lost in a sea of deep cerulean blue. It seemed that every aspect of Bucky had an overwhelming effect on you. Deciding it was best to stare at the carpet instead, you fumbled with the folder before showing it to him.
“I think they gave this to me by accident, because I’m not usually in the field. Actually I’ve never been in the field and so it’s probably yours and I just wanted to give it to you.” Your words came out all in one breath and you kept your gaze focused on the floor at your feet. You felt Bucky gently take the folder from your grasp. You were ready to let out a sigh of relief when you felt his fingers thread through your own as he lightly pulled you into his room. As your heart beat began to quicken, the brief confusion you had felt quickly morphed into anxiety. Why didn’t he just take his mission briefing and send you on your merry way? He gestured for you to sit down on his bed as he sat next to you.
“No, this is yours.” He finally said. The finality in his tone made you want to throw up. “Steve told me this morning. But I made him promise that there would be no combat, and I’ll be leading. There will be two other agents, so you’re not alone. The mission should be fairly quick, in and out and then we come home. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” His words were somewhat of a comfort. You also knew that the rest of the team was fairly confident in your abilities, since Nat, Sam and Steve had all trained extensively with you over the last four months. Bucky refused to spar with you but that's besides the point. Although, you weren’t really worried about not being able to defend yourself. You had been trained and ran through mission scenarios, but the weight of the briefing envelope in your hands was making this too real. It also didn’t help that every single agent wanted to rip you apart because you were given a spot on the Avengers without making it into SHIELD as an agent. You had tried to put yourself through training, but during your first field test, you instantly choked. All of the sudden the gun pointed at the enemy agent in front of you made your arms feel like lead. Your brain wouldn’t let you pull the trigger, so you stood there, frozen. You were positive you were going to be removed from the program, but when Nick Fury heard about your healing powers, you were suddenly offered a spot as an Avenger. So, to put it plainly, every single SHIELD agent hated you. They hated that you failed training and still got the most coveted title, they hated that you lived in Avengers Tower, they hated that you got everything they wanted. The real problem, which was much bigger than any jealous agent’s spiteful remarks, was that you could not stomach the idea of hurting someone. That was the reason why you failed your training in the first place, because bad guy or not, you were given the gift of healing. You were never supposed to cause pain and it seemed as if the concept of harming someone was against your very nature. Pulling the trigger on a paper silhouette was one thing. Aiming a gun at another human being was quite another. So while the training you had done prepared you for taking down enemies, you’re not entirely sure you could bring yourself to that.
“Ok.” Was all you could manage. Some time during your internal spiral Bucky had begun rubbing soothing circles on your back. Bucky was another aspect of this assignment that you had to consider. You weren’t sure how to feel about him going on the mission with you. Your relationship was a little confusing at times to say the least. You knew that you cared about him more than a friend would and he often made it seem like he felt the same way. You had felt this way from the very first night you met him, when he caught you staring at him and you awkwardly waved (who the hell waves at a hot guy across the room?) Bucky was also the first one to make you feel like you were truly part of the team. He would bring your breakfast to the lab when you were working mornings and didn’t have time to eat, he would make sure you had a good spot on the couch for team movie nights (it was coincidentally always next to him) and then there were time like these where he would comfort you and do everything in his power to make you feel safe and cared for. Basically, in the four months that you had known him, you were falling in love with Bucky Barnes.
“Ok, what, doll?” And those stupid pet names definitely weren’t helping you keep your feelings at bay.
“Ok. Sounds good, I guess I’ll see you at the hangar in a few hours.” You replied, unwilling to meet his eyes, you slowly picked up the folder and walked towards his door. An unnerving feeling overcame you as you heard the heavy wood close behind you.
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You figured the mission would not be a walk in the park, and as you sat in the middle of Siberia, with two agents that hate you and hostages with far more injuries than Steve had anticipated, you knew this easily made your “Top Ten Worst Days list.” Of course you were more than happy to help every hostage, that was the only part you enjoyed. However, the amount of energy it took to heal so many injuries resulted in black dots clouding your vision by the time you had helped the last hostage. The thing about your healing abilities was that you had to use your energy to heal others. Meaning healing their injuries literally exhausts you. And on top of the twenty broken bones, abrasions and burns you’ve healed, Megan and Nick had a few bumps and bruises from breaking down the door and restraining the guards that needed mending. According to Megan, Bucky told them to go to you since they need to be in top shape for the trek back to the safe house. While the safe house sounded pleasant, the fact that it was currently 40 below and that the shelter was three miles out in the middle of a forest, was not as pleasant. After you finished healing Megan’s bruised ankle, the dizziness that had settled in a few minutes prior was now overwhelming. If you could just sit down for a few minutes and maybe close your eyes, you would feel much better.
“Get up. We need to meet Bucky in a few minutes. A storm is moving in so we can’t take the jet back until morning. Bucky secured the hostages in an exit raft and we need to find the safehouse soon.” Megan sneered as she pushed your hands away from her ankle.
“Could I just have one minute? I’m not feeling-”
“You’re an Avenger, right? So get off your ass and start walking.” You hesitantly stood up, apparently too quickly because you began swaying and lurched forward, catching yourself against a tree. The frozen bark cut into your skin, slicing your palms. Willing your head to stop spinning you looked down at your bloodied hands. Another downside of your powers was that once your energy had been spent, it became nearly impossible for you to continue healing, which meant you could not help yourself or others when you were this exhausted. You heard Megan’s boots crunch in the snow as she began to walk, blatantly ignoring your compromised state. Since it appeared you had no other option, you began walking as well, but the edges of your vision were fuzzy and it felt like someone had thrown your head against a wall. If you could just get to Bucky maybe he would let you rest for a minute. No. You couldn’t ask him for that, Megan and Nick already thought you got special treatment for being an Avenger you didn’t need them to see parts of yours and Bucky’s friendship in the field. Plus, Bucky had been acting weird ever since you stepped foot on the quinjet. He called you by your last name and his usual soft eyes and teasing tone had left him completely. It made sense, you told yourself as you pushed forward, because this was his job, and he didn’t really care about you like that. The frigid chill had begun to seep through your suit, and though you had never been a huge fan of the cold, you were thankful for it now. It was keeping you awake and alert, the sting of the snow hitting your face gave you something to focus on so you wouldn’t pass out. Finally you reached the clearing where Bucky was waiting. You glanced up to find his concerned gaze looking you over. You used all your strength to muster up a smile and nodded your head to let him know you were ok. He seemed satisfied enough, and told the team to start walking.
How you managed to walk two miles you weren’t sure, but what you did know was that you were now falling behind the others. You were following Nick and Megan who had been keeping a fairly even pace with Bucky. But now, with the snow whipping all around you, you couldn’t see or hear any of them. Maybe this would be a good time to take a break. It would only be for a few minutes and nobody would notice that you had taken a breather. As the snow storm had progressed you had lost feeling in your fingers and toes, and it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion. You thought you reached out to brace yourself on a tree but instead you felt like you were falling. It didn’t hurt when you hit the powdery snow, its cold embrace only called you to rest your eyes. You obeyed and felt your eyelids slowly blink shut. I’ll only rest for a minute, you told yourself. Just as you were about to let sleep pull you under, you heard shouting. The voice sounded familiar as it called your name over the howling of the wind. You knew you should answer but you simply didn’t have the energy. Then, you felt strong arms lift you up and a familiar fresh, piney scent filled your nose. This is what Bucky smells like, you thought to yourself.
“Could you open those pretty eyes for me. Please, doll. I’m begging you, give me anything.”
Bucky sounded like he was talking underwater.
“You are not allowed to do this to me, I swear I’ll make it up to you but you gotta wake up so we can talk.” And why did he seem so worried? You wanted to tell him that you were fine but you couldn’t get the words out.
“Why wouldn’t you say something?” Bucky’s muddled voice had more of an edge this time. His sharp tone made sense, he had every right to be mad at you, it was you who was slowing down the mission and now he had to pick up the slack.
“I didn’t see her fall behind, she was fine a minute ago.” This time it was a woman who responded and somewhere in your mind you figured it was Megan. But you hadn’t been “fine a minute ago,” in fact you hadn’t felt ok for over an hour.
“You’re supposed to watch out for your teammates, so I’m going to ask again, why the hell did you not say something?” In your dazed state you realized Bucky was directing his anger at Megan not at you and well you felt some reprieve from the fact that Bucky didn’t seem too disappointed in you, you were beginning to slip further and further into the shadows of sleep. You knew you needed to stay awake, but you couldn’t feel anything, not the snow hitting your cheeks, or Bucky’s frantic pace, and your entire body felt completely numb. Time began to pass strangely after that moment, you heard some more gargled shouting before you felt your body being laid down on something hard. You found some odd burst of energy and forced your eyelids to open, looking up to find Bucky’s worried eyes desperately trying to hold your gaze. His eyes seemed glossier and much more concerned than normal, but you couldn’t figure out why.
“C’mon Y/n, I’ll get you warm and you’ll be alright. I’m gonna have to get your wet gear off first, but I promise I’ll make it all better ok, sweetheart? I love you too much to let go now.” Love? Why would Bucky be talking about love, he seemed so frustrated with you in the field. His face disappeared from view a moment later and you thought you heard the sound of fabric ripping. Bucky yelled for someone to get blankets and before you could tell him that all his shouting was confusing and much too loud, you surrendered yourself to the peaceful comfort of unconsciousness.
You didn’t know when you became aware of your surroundings again, whether it had been minutes or weeks, you couldn’t tell. You could smell burning wood accompanied by a familiar piney scent that you soon identified as Bucky, but you couldn’t open your eyes to confirm your theory. When you heard a deep voice laced with a Brooklyn accent from somewhere around you, you didn’t have to look at Bucky to know whose arms were protecting you.
“...Remember when we were in Queens and you made me go inside that old book store with you? We stayed there until they closed and you kept handing me books that would, “change your life, I swear it, Bucky.” I didn’t like reading much in the forties but I woulda stayed there with you for weeks if it meant I got to see that smile of yours every time you read something funny. I’ll take you back there but you gotta wake up first, alright?” Bucky’s words were soothing, and his soft voice gently lulled you back to sleep before you could answer his request.
Bucky was talking again when you tried to wake up for a second time,
“...Everything about you is perfect, doll, like how you always scrunch your nose when Sam’s cooking looks awful, but you eat it anyway with a smile on your face because you’re just happy he cared enough to make you something.” You wanted to smile for Bucky, open your mouth, say anything. But your head was still too heavy and you couldn’t break through the cloud of sleep that kept dragging you back under.
This time you could feel warmth running up and down your arms, as if someone was trying to coax you from sleep with their caring touch. You waited for Bucky to talk to you again, you found yourself needing his words to anchor you to consciousness.
“...You should’ve told me sooner, sweetheart, I coulda carried you, given you a little break. You know I would do just about anything for you right? Hell, I think everyone on this damn team thinks I’m weak when it comes to you. But you don’t make me weak, Y/n, you give me a reason to smile, you make me feel better about the world and like I’m not too broken to be a part of it…” You wanted to take Bucky’s face in your hands and tell him that he was not broken, that he was worth more than your words would ever mean. But it still seemed like too much work to open your eyes, so you kept them shut and let your mind slip back into sleep for a little longer.
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Your skin felt like it was on fire, that was the first thing you noticed when you fully regained consciousness. Something heavy was laying across your stomach and there was a solid presence holding you that seemed to radiate the same amount of heat as the crackling fire in front of you.
“Y/n? Doll? Thank God you’re finally awake, how’re you feeling?
At the sound of his voice you slowly turned to face Bucky and were met with a look of adoration in those blue eyes, which made you feel even worse for making him take care of you.
“I’m sorry I messed the mission up, Barnes.” Even though your sight was still a little blurry you could make out the confusion in his face. Pushing some hair out of your face he asked,
“You never call me Barnes, what’s up with that Y/n/n? And what are goin’ on about, “messing up the mission,” you didn’t do a damn thing wrong. If Megan and Nick had done their jobs as teammates you wouldn’t be in this situation. It’s my fault too ya know, I should've checked you over before I made you walk three miles. You looked a little tired when I first saw you but I think I tricked myself into believing you were safe, all I ever want is for you to be safe, Y/n.” You weren’t quite sure how to answer him, your brain felt like quicksand, trapping your thoughts from becoming words.
“And you never answered my question, Y/n, you feelin’ better?” You nodded slowly, during the time you had been asleep your body had slowly heated up, you had regained feeling in your limbs and your mind was feeling less foggy by the minute.
“Thanks for getting me out of there, Bucky. I mean, it’s not like I needed your help, I just wanted to sleep for a few minutes.” You attempted to lighten the mood by pushing out a laugh that sounded more like a light exhale.
“There she is, that’s the girl I love.” You whipped your head back with such force that Bucky had to place his hand on your neck to prevent you from giving yourself whiplash. You stared into his eyes, determined to find out if he was really speaking the truth.
“I do love you Y/n, I have from the minute I caught you smiling at Tony’s stupid gala. You’re perfect to me, in every possible way, from your smile to your soul.” Of course you felt the same way for him. Bucky was your best friend, he made you laugh and his heart and the care that he gave out freely never ceased to amaze you. You watched his lips turn into the most perfect smile and you found yourself smiling twice as big knowing that there was no moment in your life more wonderful than this one. Right before you could respond a shiver ran through you and Bucky turned you around so you were facing the fireplace again.
“Hey, Bucky?” you received a low hum and a kiss behind your ear in response. “You should really shower, you smell like an old barn.” He chuckled and replied, “Jeez, doll, I save your life and tell you that I love you, and all you do is tell me that I smell?” You could tell that Bucky knew you were teasing, but you didn’t feel like letting him off the hook quite yet.
“I guess I love you too.” You mumbled with an obvious grin in your voice.
“I know you do doll, I only wish you had said something sooner, then I woulda had more opportunities to torture you for makin’ fun of me.” With that, Bucky began to tickle your stomach, while still being wary of your injuries, earning an eruption of giggles from your mouth. After a few seconds Bucky pulled you back against him and whispered a soft, “sleep, sweet girl, I’ve got you,” into your hair. Your eyes slowly fell shut and you felt completely content, knowing you were safe in the arms of the man who loved you, and who you loved right back.
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Prompt 88: Kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite.
PROMPT: 88. kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite
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The teasing was relentless.
And exhausting.
"Just ask her out, Rooster. Keep up your MO and someone else may swoop in while you're nestled all snug on your perch," Hangman catcalled as Rooster hoisted the ball down the beach into his tummy to shut him the fuck up. Rooster enjoyed seeing Hangman doubled over, a delighted smirk gracing his features.
God, if there was a more annoying motherfucker, Rooster had yet to find them.
Needing a time out and spotting you up the beach, Rooster sighed. It didn't make anything easier, no one was ever going to understand your friendship - he cherished it. It was purely platonic, non-sexual, he was your wingman, and you were his. All above board, just how you both liked it.
"Hey, you guys look like you're having fun," you smiled as Bradley trotted back down the beach, sweat and sand laced with his sunscreen, skin glistening as he collapsed on your beach towel. You hid your laugh at the dare he and Javy had given each other to find the tightest jeans they had and make jorts out of them for the day out.
You couldn't think of anything more uncomfy than wet, sandy jeans glued to your body. You handed him a beer from the cooler beside you. "Thank you," he said gratefully. "We gonna get you out there? Phoenix and Halo are having a go."
"Would rather die that play with you meatheads, but thank you," you laughed quietly as he grinned, and rolled to his back, hitched on his elbow, taking a welcome sip from the cool bottle.
"Who's winning?"
"Not a fuckin' clue," he admitted. "I'm just trying to bury Hangman," he wriggled his eyebrows as you laughed.
"I figured. Got him good before.”
"Yeah," Bradley grinned proudly. “Was fun.”
"I'm sure he did something to deserve it."
"Always," he confirmed.
"You can't be the bigger person?" you teased as he grinned wider.
"Nope," Rooster admitted, pulling a deep swill from the bottle. "Being the nice guy never got me anywhere before."
"What's he baiting you with?" you dared ask.
"You, the usual. Jesus Christ, he will never get off my ass about you," Rooster said like it was absolutely no big deal to him.
"Me?" you frowned, adjusting your shades over your eyes so you could watch him. It gave you heart palpitations to think his friends were on his case about you. You hoped and prayed it didn't make Rooster resent them, or you, though.
"They think we should date. They don't get it."
No shit, you thought dismally.
Argh, it was like a dagger to the heart. You knew Rooster had absolutely zero attraction to you. He loved that you were one of the guys. He loved that you could give him advice on the girls he fucked around with. He loved that you could drink whiskey together and talk shit all hours. The big problem was... Rooster didn't feel the way you did and he had absolutely no clue that you'd been keen on him for months (years) and it was starting to take its toll in a multitude of facets of your life.
"It's just so childish and ridiculous."
"Completely childish," you repeated and slowly added, "Ridiculous."
But it was no lie. Thinking about Bradley Bradshaw's lips, body and what it could do for you had started taking up a tremendous amount of your daydreams. Watching him lay beside you, looking like he did, only made you uncomfy.
"Maybe I’ll kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything for you," Rooster sipped his beer with a laugh. "Show them all we're just friends and maybe they will get off my ass."
"I don't think you need to do that - " you said as Rooster sat up and moved to his knees.
"No, seriously. We're friends, just imagine it's like kissing your brother," he said with a giggle, pulling your sunnies from your face as he tossed his glasses with yours. He was giddy, maybe even a little excited, to prove his hypothesis correct, you realised as he bounced a little. "Ready?"
"Not real - " you started but it was too late. He licked his lips and his soft mouth was on yours. It was just how you imagined it, even if there was more - oops, there you go. Tongue. Tongue?! You pulled away carefully as he apologised profusely.
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," Rooster said, urgently. He jumped away from you like he'd been electrified. You were embarrassed beyond belief - your first kiss with Rooster and it repulsed him.
"It's cool," you told him, grabbing your glasses and excusing yourself to take a dip in the water. Maybe a rip would catch you and drag you out, never to be seen again. Would certainly solve a lot of the problems you were currently facing and Rooster's kiss only compounded it.
He was repulsed by you, it was devastating to consider as your toes felt the first cool laps of water hit them. Anything to soothe your scorching body and you made your way out to your hips, the energy of the waves nothing like the energy coursing through your veins. His lips were so sweet, so soft. His tasted like his beer, but it was forgivable. His tongue was like velvet, you definitely didn't expect that. Soft, curious and everything you wanted your first kiss with him to be... except his reaction.
Letting the waves push you around a bit, you felt strong arms circle your middle and soft lips caress your shoulder. "Look at me and kiss me again," Bradley's voice begged softly. Demanding, a little deeper than usual. You turned to face him, his sunglasses still off his face and glaring with the afternoon sun. "Your lips felt so good," he breathed, his hands cool against you as he pulled you to him, he lifted you, your legs lifted in the weightlessness of the ocean and wrapped them around his middle.
"It'll change everything," you confided.
"Your kiss has already changed me," he breathed, his lips lowering to yours again. He knew he had you scared and surprised, but it didn’t stop him. He needed to know that your kiss felt as right as the first time. His hazel eyes fluttered closed as you tasted salt on his lips this time from the ocean spray. He adjusted his hips, nudging you to keep you close as his lips melded with yours, warm and wet. “More,” he whispered against your lips, opening his mouth to you, his teeth gently nipping your lips. His slippery tongue traced your lips and you eagerly greeted him, his tongue dancing with yours.
His large hands pressed wide against your back, feeling as much skin as he could learn quickly. His nose bumped against yours as he deepened the kiss and you finally reached around him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He took it to slide his hands lower, hold your hips and pressed you further into his chest.
“Oh my God,” you managed as he did cease, his lips leaving yours and pressing gentle, feather-light touches across your cheeks to your jaw and into our pulse. “Bradley,” you sighed deeply through your nose. Your fingers pressed into his hair, grabbing at the curls as he moaned his mouth moving back to yours.
“Why didn’t you tell me it would feel this good?” he demanded you.
“You needed to find out yourself,” you told him, head falling back as he kissed down your throat, licking and leaving a trail of saliva as the waves pushed into you but he kept you steady. “I was just waiting for you.”
“How long?”
“Months, years, always,” you confided as he groaned and met your lips again, all the politeness had left as your grip around him tightened. You could hear cheering and whooping from the beach and while you were embarrassed, you’d do anything to desperately cling on to the remains of this kiss. You reluctantly pulled back from him, twirling wet ringlets around your fingers. “Now what?”
“Everything,” he figured, with a smile, his lips wet and swollen. “And Jesus, I cannot wait to kiss the rest.”
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You’re The Reason
Bucky Barnes Fluff Drabble
• pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader
• warnings : NO usage of Y/N, gender neutral? could be…, petname (doll)
• inspired by the song :
Tossing and turning, you have been trying to sleep since God knows when… 4 hours ago?…
That was it, you’ve had enough. With a loud huff, you got up from bed, turning on the dim lights beside you to give enough lighting for you to walk out of your room. Glancing at the clock, your eyes widens. It was 3AM.
You walked out of your not-so-comfortable-right-now bedroom and entered the compound’s kitchen. Your heart dropped when you saw a figure leaning on the counter, only to be greeted with his blue eyes gleaming in the dark.
“Bucky?”
He stared broodingly, until he realized that it was just you. You turned a few lights on, dimming the room, and that’s when you saw Bucky clearly. He was holding a glass of Tony’s obviously expensive whiskey. His body was sweaty, with slightly shaky breath. You felt so sorry for him, he has always had these nightmares of times when he was held hostage by HYDRA. It was traumatic, for sure. He would give everything to not have those nightmares ever again.
“What are you doing here? It’s 3 in the morning..” He furrowed his brows. It’s not usual for you to stay up this late.
“Can’t sleep.. You?”
“Yeah, me too”
“Nightmares?” You asked, feeling worried.
“Mhm” He answered with a slight nod.
There was a delicate moment of silence for a while, before you took some tissues and about to wipe the remaining sweat he had.
“Can i?” You asked before getting the answer of him nodding. You knew it was weird to treat him like this, but you just felt the need to do so. You felt the eagerness to help him just a little bit.
Oh God, how he stared at you the whole time.. You would have him right there and right now. You’ve always found him attractive, ever since you joined the Avengers. But you never had the boldness to approach him since he just never talks to anyone unless it’s essential.
“Thanks..” A small mumble came out of his mouth.
Shoot, there we go. Another silence moment passes by. You both didn’t know what to talk about, until you casually said “Y’know, those kind of drinks are bad for you. I know you drink them a lot”
“Yeah, I know” He answered coldly and took another sip of the whiskey.
Ugh, you knew he has always been this cold. But tonight you just wanted him to talk normally, excitedly like what people do. You quickly brushed off the thoughts and said
“Just, don’t drink ‘em too much”
He stared at the wall or whatever and did not reply, not a single word.
You finally gave up and you were about to go back to your bedroom, when you suddenly felt a grip on your wrist.
“Hey..”
You looked at him with a questioning look. He didn’t say anything and just put his glass of whiskey on the counter. You didn’t have time to think about what the next thing that would happen.
He placed his metal arm on your waist, the other on the nape of your neck. He pulled you in and kissed you delicately. The sensation of your lips touching, you couldn’t process what was happening but the blood rushing all over your face. He felt no reply from you and was starting to panic, but you then gave the feedback he wanted. You placed both of your hands on his shoulder, tiptoeing, closing your eyes to enjoy what you two have wanted for so long. Time passed and you both pulled back.
“Are you using a strawberry lip balm?”
You totally didn’t expect that to be the first thing Bucky said.
“Yeah, why?”
“Your lips, they taste so sweet”
Totally, you were sure you are as red as a tomato right now. You hid your face and refused to even give a glance at him.
“Hey, look at me” He placed his finger on your chin and turned your face to look at him.
“Doll..”
He took a deep breath before continuing,
“Im sorry, i’ve wanted to do this for so long. It was the first glance of you. I fell in love with you at first sight. I understand if you’re clearly not happy about it and… I’m sorry i kissed you just now, if you want to avoid me it’s totally okay-“
You realized that he was shaking. You quickly put your hands on both of his cheeks and kissed him once more.
Woah, how it felt like the stars were surrounding you two. It’s like a dream come true..
“Bucky.. I love you too. Ever since i laid my eyes on you for the first time. But i wasn’t brave enough to approach you. You gave me the intimidating vibe, y’know?” I chuckled
His eyes were suddenly awake, not sleepy anymore. It’s like the world has turned 180 degrees against him. He hugged you and buried his face on your neck, he felt safe with you, and he would give everything to be with you just for a moment. At last, he was glad that he was given that moment.
“So…?” You teased.
“I’ll stop drinking, if you want me to” He answered.
“No, silly. I meant it as in ‘So, are we together now?’” A chuckle came out from you.
“Yeah, of course” He exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing. Before he continued,
“But i mean it though, I’ll stop drinking, for you” He grinned sheepishly.
You smiled and answered
“Don’t do it for me, but rather do it for yourself, Buck”
“But doing it for myself is doing it for you, because you’re the missing part of me” He said with a smug face.
“Cheesy guy” you laughed, before he carried you to the couch, to do God knows what.
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Rated X / 2402 words / Posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic
Getting to this point took quite a bit of convincing on his part. Not in any way that could be considered coercive, more that he could tell there was a deeply buried part of her that wanted to say yes, and he gently coaxed it to the surface over the course of a handful of months.
He’s asked a few times in the past, usually not very sincerely, and her answer has always been an immediate and firm no. But times have changed, as has she, and the ever advancing technology of cell phones has lowered the bar for effort while increasing the options for privacy. What previously seemed so beyond the pale outrageous that she never gave it any serious consideration started to sound more and more within the realm of possibility, and he clearly sensed a shift in her. One by one he alleviated her concerns, and on a cool October evening after two cocktails and a string of increasingly explicit text messages sent from opposite ends of the house, she tells him to go ahead and do it.
You’re sure? He asks, and while it’s difficult to read tone into two little words in a text, she feels his excitement radiating towards her through the walls that separate them.
Assuming that all aforementioned conditions are met, yes she replies, her belly churning with nervousness and gin.
In response he sends back two emojis—a camera and a little flame—and that’s that.
There’s nothing particularly out of the ordinary about the act itself. She tries her best not to think about it and just focus on what he’s doing to her, but she does maintain some awareness of the sounds she’s making and the way she’s moving her body. He does what he does best, which is to make her come so hard she forgets what planet she’s on—much less that there’s a camera in the room—and when he’s done with her she falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Do you want to see it?
Scully quirks her head at her phone, her brow furrowed.
See what?
She gets distracted and forgets to read his reply until over an hour later. When she does, it takes her several seconds to understand what he’s referring to.
The video.
Days have passed and work’s been busy, and she’d honestly forgotten about it. She looks around her empty office, just in case someone is somehow reading over her shoulder, before she sends her reply.
Have you watched it?
She immediately sees the little dots that indicate he’s typing, and she waits for his message to come through with a disorienting mix of fear and excitement.
Several times. That’s okay, right?
Her clit throbs, just once, in light of this information. Mulder has always been somewhat of a porn connoisseur, but it’s decidedly different knowing that she is the star of what he’s been watching.
Is it…good? Okay? Tolerable?
She realizes it’s a silly question and that his definition of “good” will have completely different criteria to hers, but she figures he knows her well enough to say whether she would find it watchable.
I like it a lot. And I don’t think you’ll hate it.
She gets up from her desk and closes her office door. She has no intention of watching the video here; it just seems safer this way.
Okay, you can send it. Not sure when or if I’ll watch it, though.
The next text that comes through is a thumbnail of a whitish blur that she would guess is her thigh. She saves the video to her phone, relegates it to her hidden album, and then deletes the entire thread of texts for good measure.
The next time she thinks about it, Mulder is on one of his long runs and she has the house to herself. She pours a glass of wine, curls up in her favorite armchair, and glances furtively around the empty living room before pulling up the video and tapping the play button. Immediately, the sound of her own voice fills her ears and a hot flash of embarrassment shoots through her. She quickly minimizes the video and relocates to the bedroom, picking up a pair of headphones on the way. Somehow the second floor feels safer, though she only puts the headphones in one ear to be sure Mulder won’t sneak up on her when he comes back. After taking a gulp of wine and a deep breath, she hits play.
Again she hears her own voice, mid-moan, and the image on the screen goes from unfocused flesh of an unidentifiable body part to a close-cropped shot of her vulva. She gasps at seeing her own cunt on screen, plump and shining with arousal and saliva. The camera shifts around a little, which makes rustling sounds against the sheets, and then Mulder’s profile enters the side of the frame.
It’s a tight shot, which means she can only really see from his eyes down to his chin, but the way he glances toward the camera when his mouth is poised inches from her body tells her that he’s watching himself on the screen while holding the phone in his hand. His tongue darts out and flicks playfully at her clit, and she watches her opening flutter as she hears herself murmur a breathy, “Oh.”
She pauses the video, her heart hammering, and listens to the quiet of the house. It feels like she’s doing something wrong, though she isn’t; if Mulder were to walk in right now, he’d likely be thrilled and want to watch it with her. But despite the fact that they made the video together, it feels incredibly private. She can hardly bring herself to watch it, much less entertain the idea of a viewing party.
When she’s summoned courage again she hits play, and Mulder begins to drop wet kisses down her swollen lips until his mouth is covering her opening. His jaw shifts forward and she hears herself suck in a breath before letting out a long moan.
Scully squirms where she is seated in the middle of their carefully made bed. While it’s not entirely clear from the video itself, she knows exactly what he’s doing to her. She can feel the heat of his tongue sinking into her cunt. She glances at the open door, aware that Mulder could be home any time. She could lock it, that would buy her a few seconds if she doesn’t hear the front door opening or him coming up the stairs. It’s only at this moment she recognizes that she is extremely aroused and very much wants to touch herself.
On the screen, Mulder’s eyes are closed and he’s suckling at her clit, his lips carefully pursed around her hood. Her hips are wiggling and arching off the bed, pushing her face more firmly against him, and the movement causes the camera angle to shift so that she can no longer see her own body, just the side of his face. She watches the flex of his jaw and listens to the way her voice rises and falls in time to it, and when her embarrassingly gratuitous wailing is approaching a crescendo he pulls away and smiles, his eyes aimed up toward her face.
Seeing him enjoying her this way, watching the unabashed pleasure on his face as he eats her pussy, is hypnotizing, and she’s almost disappointed when he notices the camera has shifted and tilts it back to show the slick mess between her legs. He puts on a show for the benefit of the video, coming in at an angle in order to capture a full view of his tongue gliding up the valley of her pussy lips before skirting just past her clit, teasing her. And she feels it all as she sees it: the anticipation, the wet heat of his mouth, the need for him to touch her more fully. Her eyes are glued to the screen, waiting for him to do it, to make her come, which she of course already knows that he’s going to. Her clit beats a steady rhythm under her cotton lounge pants, keeping time as the seconds tick by and Mulder makes her whine with frustration.
“God, just do it,” she whispers out loud, piqued and panting.
“Do what?”
Scully startles, and the phone leaps out of her hands before landing face-down on top of the comforter, tugging the headphone out of her ear in the process. Mulder is standing in the open doorway, shirtless and shining with sweat, his breathing still labored from his run.
“Nothing,” she says with a shrug and a thin-lipped smile. “How was your run?”
She forces herself to keep her eyes on his face; if she gives her phone so much as a millisecond glance, he’ll know she’s hiding something.
“Good,” he says, crossing to the en suite bathroom door. “I’m just gonna grab a quick shower.”
“Okay.”
The door closes behind him and she flips her phone over to see that the video is still playing. She drags the cursor across the bottom of the screen and watches them fuck in reverse until it’s to the point where she left off, then pops the headphone back in her ear.
“Oh, please,” she hears herself groan, her hips canting towards Mulder’s smiling mouth. She doesn’t remember begging.
Upon hearing the magic word, he presses his entire face against her cunt, obscuring her body in the video. She hears herself gasp just before her hand flies into the frame, grabbing the back of Mulder’s head to hold him captive while she makes sounds that are at once embarrassing and insanely erotic.
Scully scoots back on the bed and leans against the headboard, then pauses the video and listens for the rush of the shower and the wet slap of water against tile as Mulder moves around inside it. She starts the video again just as she’s coming down from her orgasm, and Mulder makes a point of pulling away to get a good shot of her still-throbbing pussy before the video bounces around and lands on a static image of their bedroom ceiling.
She slips one hand under her pants and then her panties, listening to the running shower with one ear and the muted murmurs of her and Mulder changing position in the background of the video with the other. Unsurprisingly, she’s obscenely wet, and she wastes no time in setting about getting herself off before Mulder is out of the bathroom.
On the screen, Mulder’s face appears from a low angle before he switches to the rear camera, and she sees herself on all fours at the head of the bed, waiting. The video pans down her body until it’s trained between her open legs, and she winces a little at just how prominently her asshole is displayed in this position. Mulder seems to take no issue with it, dragging the head of his cock down her ass crack and back up before he pushes against her opening.
Scully fucks herself with her fingers as she watches him slide into her, watches her hips flex up to welcome him and hears both their relieved groans. He fucks her slowly at first, pulling all the way out so he can watch himself enter her again and again, and she almost feels jealous that he gets to see this every time. He pulls the camera back a bit, widening the shot to show the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips, then picks up his pace to the degree that their skin slaps loudly on each thrust and the wet slick of her cunt is audible when he withdraws.
She didn’t expect to like this, but as she swirls her middle finger furiously around her clit with her eyes glued to the screen, there’s no denying that she does. When the on-screen version of herself begins to alternately round and arch her back and Mulder whispers an expletive, she knows she’s close. She’s close in real-life too, hovering near enough to take herself across the finish line whenever she’s ready.
“Oh, shit,” Mulder sputters, and the room tumbles around on the screen before the video goes dark.
She can still hear the wet snap of his sharp thrusts and her own voice devolving into wails and moans. Mulder says things to her that she doesn’t recall hearing, things that might make her blush if she weren’t as turned on as she is. If she weren’t coming in tandem with the video, her mouth open in a silent scream and her cunt throbbing against her own fingers.
As she returns to awareness, she realizes that the shower is off. She scrambles to pull her hand free of her pants and close out of the video, and is just opening Instagram when the bathroom door pops open and a cloud of steam wafts into the room. Mulder stops in the doorway and considers her for a moment, and she does her best to act casual.
“What do you want to do for dinner?” she asks, giving him a disinterested glance, and he crosses the room and lays down beside her.
“There’s some leftover lasagna in the fridge, I think,” he says. “Whatcha lookin at?”
“Nothing in particular,” she says, her eyes on the screen. “Just browsing.”
A pause. Gooseflesh breaks out on her arms, and she hopes he doesn’t notice.
“I’ll go reheat the lasagna, then?”
“Okay,” she answers in a hopefully neutral tone.
Mulder gets up and heads for the door, but just before he passes through he turns back to look at her.
“Did you like it?” he asks, and she quirks her head at him, a questioning wrinkle in her brow.
“The lasagna?” she asks.
“The video,” he says, jutting his chin out to indicate the phone in her hands.
Scully feels her face grow hot immediately. She opens her mouth to speak, but can’t think of anything to say. Mulder’s mouth breaks out into a wide, delighted grin.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says triumphantly. “Dinner will be ready in ten.”
“...Thanks,” she forces out, her cheeks burning, and he mercifully leaves the room.
After a moderately awkward meal, she manages to overcome her embarrassment enough to film a sequel later that night.
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Penance
For @thethreebroomsticksfic Weasley Week!
Prompt: Percy
For @lanaturnergetup and @somesunlitdays, you are two peas in a pod 😘 🫛
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Percy twirled the last few peas around his plate, watching them roll about to avoid looking up, lest he catch his mother’s puffy red eyes and think of Fred or see the fury in Ron’s and be devoured by guilt once more.
He was no fool. He had known – even as he made the choice – that it would take a lot more than a change of heart and a show of bravery to undo three years of damage and regain his family’s trust. But it did not make it any easier to sit at the old, notched table of his childhood home, surrounded by the people who had been at the receiving end of his monstrous betrayal.
Everyone finished their meal in relative quiet, brief smalltalk breaking out here and there. Charlie and Ginny cleared the plates, ignoring their mother’s protests and insisting she stay seated. Ginny took Percy’s plate, her jaw clenching when he thanked her.
“I was thinking about checking up on Grimmauld Place tomorrow,” Harry said to Father. “See what the damage is.”
“I suppose it’s time,” he answered heavily, pulling his glasses off and massaging his temple.
“You shouldn’t go alone though,” Bill cut in. “There’s still plenty of Death Eaters unaccounted for, and they’ll be expecting you to turn up there.”
“Surely they’ve all fled the country by now,” said Ron.
“Some of them, certainly,” said Father, “Others, however–”
“Want their revenge,” Harry said darkly, stabbing the last pea on his plate frustratedly. Perhaps, like Percy, he was wondering if he’d ever be free of it all.
“Well, we’ll go with you, of course,” Hermione said, referring to herself and Ron.
Bill and Father insisted upon joining as well.
“I can come, if it’s extra wands you need,” Percy blurted, eager to make himself useful (keep himself busy more like).
“Sure, thanks,” Harry said, smiling stiffly. It wasn’t warm or enthusiastic acceptance, but it wasn’t a dismissal. That would do for now.
Ron flung a disgruntled look his best friend’s way. Percy ignored it.
“So what is this Grimmauld Place?” Percy asked. It tickled the back of his brain in that faintly familiar sort of way, though he couldn’t quite place it.
“It belonged to Sirius Black,” Father explained. “We used it as headquarters for the Order. It was breached by Death Eaters last fall, so there’s bound to be some damage to take care of and protections to reinstate.”
It came flooding back to Percy, the familiarity of the name. It had been Yaxley spouting off angrily to Thicknesse after the Ministry break in.
‘I had them. I HAD THEM RIGHT AT GRIMMAULD PLACE. The Mudblood gave me the slip, the little bitch.’
Percy looked at Hermione, guilt creeping in once more.
They made their plans to leave for London in the morning. Shortly after, everyone was off to bed.
Percy didn’t sleep well that night, his dreams plagued by phantom cries of Muggle-born wizards and witches, pleading for their families and their wands. He awoke early with a start, so early the sun had only just begun to rise.
He knew going back to sleep was out of reach, so he got up and went to his window, gazing out over the garden, where he was surprised to see a dark-haired figure sat at the edge of the pond. As though he were beckoned, Percy pulled on a jumper, slid on his shoes, and made his way outside.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Harry asked as Percy approached him.
“Not really, no.”
“Me neither.”
Percy looked out over the pond, a chorus of frogs greeting his ears as a pair of sparrows flitted just across the dark, rippling surface. He spent countless hours out here as a boy. As with all things from his childhood, it brought him both comfort and sadness to return.
“Listen, Harry,” Percy said, mustering the courage to say aloud the thought that had been pecking at him since last night’s dinner. “I understand if you don’t want me to come today – to your godfather’s home. I know Ron would prefer I stay back.”
“It’s fine.” Harry said. “It’ll be good to have more people.”
“Right, then. Good,” Percy muttered, suddenly, painfully aware that this was the first time they’d been alone together since, well, everything. The awkwardness of it all threatened to swallow him whole.
I’m sorry, he wanted to say, but the words felt woefully insufficient.
“They’ll forgive you,” Harry said without looking at him. “Ron and Ginny.”
“I don’t know. They’re…”
“Stubborn as a pair of Hippogriffs?” Harry offered with a smile – a real one this time.
“Yes. That they are,” Percy agreed.
The pair fell into silence, the sounds of the pond filling the space between them. There was so much Percy should say – that he wanted to say – but he didn’t know where to begin.
“Have you?” He asked tentatively. “Forgiven me?”
Harry nodded.
“Why? After everything,” Percy said quietly.
Harry looked at him for a moment and simply shrugged.
“You came back.”
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From Your Smile to Your Soul
Bucky Barnes x F!Enchanced!reader
Synopsis: You don't want to go on this mission and Bucky doesn't want the girl whose smile brings him happiness getting hurt. But what can either of you do when your job is to heal others? If only you had told him that you weren't ok, if only he had made sure you were right behind him.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: angst, language, drinking, mentions of guns/injury/blood, hypothermia, asshole SHIELD agents, Bucky gets teary eyed, happy fluff-filled ending...
-I do not consent to having any of my writing, under the username Orions- Athenaeum, translated, posted or published on third party sites, apps or platforms-
Bucky didn’t think there was anything worth enjoying in his new life. Of course he appreciated Steve’s unwavering loyalty and the ease that he brought Bucky after he was freed from Hydra. There also was Sam’s annoying banter which usually gave Bucky something to smirk about, but he would never admit that to anyone. When Bucky didn’t understand what a text message was, Wanda and Natasha helped him adapt to the technological “wonders” of this modern time. He was even glad when Tony would crack an “old joke” just to get under his skin, because Bucky knew humor was Tony’s way of showing he cared. While Bucky was grateful for everything his teammates did for him, there was still a very obvious void, that felt almost like a ten ton weight sitting on his chest, trying to steal his breath from him. That feeling of immense pressure and simultaneous emptiness only began to lessen about four months ago, on a balmy summer evening when Steve dragged Bucky to one of Tony’s lavish galas.
Bucky didn’t know who or what the event was for, in all honesty he figured Tony was just looking for another excuse to throw a party. The former Winter Soldier had been a part of the team for a while now, but these types of social gatherings never failed to make him feel extremely unsettled. Maybe it was the way he felt people’s eyes lingered on him for too long, whether it was from fear or judgment. Or maybe it was that the suit Natasha had helped him pick out was nearly suffocating him. It could have also been the glass filled with some unknown booze that felt uncomfortably heavy in his vibranium hand. All this to say, Bucky was certain the tension in his shoulders was palpable as he checked his watch for the thirtieth time that evening; he was waiting for the hands to tell him he had waited a respectful amount of time before he could seek out the comfort of his own room. Bucky reluctantly pulled his eyes up from his watch and began to scan the room, hoping to find Steve and with him some sense of calmness. His search was cut short when his gaze landed on a girl chatting with Peter near the bar. She had short y/h/c hair that reminded him of a girl from his own time, messier and not as curled perhaps, but classic nonetheless. Her long, black, strapless dress and sleek platform heels reminded him of something Natasha might have worn. He wondered for a second if maybe Nat had helped her pick out an outfit too. Deciding that was an utterly ridiculous thought a second later, Bucky found himself enamored by her smile. It was all he could focus on: that beautiful, perfect smile. One corner of her mouth curved up more than the other and her full red painted lips made it impossible for Bucky to look away. Seconds felt like hours and as Bucky continued to look at her, he found a smile involuntarily tugging at his own lips. Amazingly enough, he didn’t feel so out of place anymore.
“It’s rude to stare.” Bucky quickly jerked his head towards Sam’s voice. His smile immediately faded as he glared at his friend.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wilson.” Even Bucky didn’t believe his words and chances were Sam didn’t either. Despite being a pain in the ass, he was smarter and more observant than Bucky liked to give him credit for. Sam rolled his eyes and ignored Bucky’s hint to drop the topic.
“Why don’t you go and ask her to dance?” Bucky couldn’t breathe. There was no way in hell he could do that. Standing across the room was the prettiest girl he’d seen and Sam thought it would be a good idea for him to ask her for a dance.
“Yeah that will not be happening.” Bucky tossed back the rest of the liquid in his glass, knowing that the pleasant burn of the alcohol would not affect him in the slightest. He wished it would. Maybe a little liquid courage was the push he needed to go over and speak to her.
“Look man, she’s gorgeous and really sweet, I met her this morning. All I’m saying is that she would totally say yes if you asked. She was staring at you too, by the way.” This morning. Bucky recalled Sam telling him he met a new member of the team earlier that morning. Maybe he would have the chance to see her again if she was the one Sam was referring to. Shaking his head to extinguish any false hope he had conjured up, Bucky realized that Sam was telling the truth; the girl was staring right back at him. After a few seconds, she raised her delicate fingers and sent a small wave. Bucky almost keeled over on the spot. Not knowing what else to do, he awkwardly raised his own hand back. She smiled. He smiled. And just like that Bucky knew he was a goner.
Four months later…
“No.” Bucky refused to change his mind. Steve rolled his eyes at his friend, who currently stood across the room with his arms crossed over his chest with a look that said, this is your final warning. Steve knew better than to try and push his best friend around, but this really was a mission that required her skills. There were dozens of hostages, and they would need medical attention. Not from doctors, but from her.
“Buck. You know I wouldn’t put Y/n in the field if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary.” Bucky did not move. Steve sighed. And people call me stubborn. He thought to himself.
“I understand that you want to protect her Bucky, I really do. But she is a part of this team. Y/n’s an Avenger and her role is to heal people. Now, there are people who need her help and she is going to go and help them. If you would prefer not to lead this mission than I can have someone else take-”
“No.” Bucky was quick to cut off Steve’s offer. His tone was firm, but just below the surface Bucky was panicking. He didn’t want his girl out in the field. But if Y/n had to go, he couldn’t stand the thought of not being out there with her. Steve raised a brow.
“I’ll go. But you better make sure there is no way we’re gonna get ambushed. We’d better be prepared. I won’t hesitate to beat your ass if something happens to Y/n.” Bucky turned to leave the conference room as Steve muttered something under his breath.
“What?” Bucky snapped.
“I just said it seems like you care about Y/n an awful lot when she isn’t even your girlfriend.” Bucky knew Steve was trying to get him to admit that he was too scared to ask her out. But honestly, Bucky wasn’t in the mood for his best friend to play matchmaker. So, without a look back, he stormed out into the corridor towards the gym. He was set on taking his anger and fear out on some punching bags, but as he walked through the halls all he could think about was her smile. He needed that smile safe. If he could just wrap it in his arms and shield it from all the bad, he would be happy for the rest of his life.
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You were certain there had to have been some kind of mistake. The thick Manila folder that sat on your desk marked “MISSION BRIEFING” had to have been delivered to the wrong room. Bucky was just across the hall, so maybe it was for him. That had to be it, because there was no way they were seriously considering putting you out in the field after only four months of being on the team. You weren’t even supposed to be a field agent. Nick Fury had recruited you because of your powers. Sure, you could mend a broken bone and fuse a gunshot wound close, but that did not mean you fought on the front lines. It meant you waited until your team was back to the safety of the compound to help them. Refusing to open the folder you picked it up and made your way to Bucky’s door.
“Buck?” You called as you knocked on the cool wood. You gasped as it opened not a second later. Bucky was standing in front of you in all his post gym, sweaty, shirtless glory.
“Hey, doll. What’s up?” He asked with a smirk tugging at his lips. That damned smirk. You immediately drew your gaze away from his tight abs and pretty smile up to his eyes. Which, honestly, didn't help because you found yourself getting lost in a sea of deep cerulean blue. It seemed that every aspect of Bucky had an overwhelming effect on you. Deciding it was best to stare at the carpet instead, you fumbled with the folder before showing it to him.
“I think they gave this to me by accident, because I’m not usually in the field. Actually I’ve never been in the field and so it’s probably yours and I just wanted to give it to you.” Your words came out all in one breath and you kept your gaze focused on the floor at your feet. You felt Bucky gently take the folder from your grasp. You were ready to let out a sigh of relief when you felt his fingers thread through your own as he lightly pulled you into his room. As your heart beat began to quicken, the brief confusion you had felt quickly morphed into anxiety. Why didn’t he just take his mission briefing and send you on your merry way? He gestured for you to sit down on his bed as he sat next to you.
“No, this is yours.” He finally said. The finality in his tone made you want to throw up. “Steve told me this morning. But I made him promise that there would be no combat, and I’ll be leading. There will be two other agents, so you’re not alone. The mission should be fairly quick, in and out and then we come home. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” His words were somewhat of a comfort. You also knew that the rest of the team was fairly confident in your abilities, since Nat, Sam and Steve had all trained extensively with you over the last four months. Bucky refused to spar with you but that's besides the point. Although, you weren’t really worried about not being able to defend yourself. You had been trained and ran through mission scenarios, but the weight of the briefing envelope in your hands was making this too real. It also didn’t help that every single agent wanted to rip you apart because you were given a spot on the Avengers without making it into SHIELD as an agent. You had tried to put yourself through training, but during your first field test, you instantly choked. All of the sudden the gun pointed at the enemy agent in front of you made your arms feel like lead. Your brain wouldn’t let you pull the trigger, so you stood there, frozen. You were positive you were going to be removed from the program, but when Nick Fury heard about your healing powers, you were suddenly offered a spot as an Avenger. So, to put it plainly, every single SHIELD agent hated you. They hated that you failed training and still got the most coveted title, they hated that you lived in Avengers Tower, they hated that you got everything they wanted. The real problem, which was much bigger than any jealous agent’s spiteful remarks, was that you could not stomach the idea of hurting someone. That was the reason why you failed your training in the first place, because bad guy or not, you were given the gift of healing. You were never supposed to cause pain and it seemed as if the concept of harming someone was against your very nature. Pulling the trigger on a paper silhouette was one thing. Aiming a gun at another human being was quite another. So while the training you had done prepared you for taking down enemies, you’re not entirely sure you could bring yourself to that.
“Ok.” Was all you could manage. Some time during your internal spiral Bucky had begun rubbing soothing circles on your back. Bucky was another aspect of this assignment that you had to consider. You weren’t sure how to feel about him going on the mission with you. Your relationship was a little confusing at times to say the least. You knew that you cared about him more than a friend would and he often made it seem like he felt the same way. You had felt this way from the very first night you met him, when he caught you staring at him and you awkwardly waved (who the hell waves at a hot guy across the room?) Bucky was also the first one to make you feel like you were truly part of the team. He would bring your breakfast to the lab when you were working mornings and didn’t have time to eat, he would make sure you had a good spot on the couch for team movie nights (it was coincidentally always next to him) and then there were time like these where he would comfort you and do everything in his power to make you feel safe and cared for. Basically, in the four months that you had known him, you were falling in love with Bucky Barnes.
“Ok, what, doll?” And those stupid pet names definitely weren’t helping you keep your feelings at bay.
“Ok. Sounds good, I guess I’ll see you at the hangar in a few hours.” You replied, unwilling to meet his eyes, you slowly picked up the folder and walked towards his door. An unnerving feeling overcame you as you heard the heavy wood close behind you.
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You figured the mission would not be a walk in the park, and as you sat in the middle of Siberia, with two agents that hate you and hostages with far more injuries than Steve had anticipated, you knew this easily made your “Top Ten Worst Days list.” Of course you were more than happy to help every hostage, that was the only part you enjoyed. However, the amount of energy it took to heal so many injuries resulted in black dots clouding your vision by the time you had helped the last hostage. The thing about your healing abilities was that you had to use your energy to heal others. Meaning healing their injuries literally exhausts you. And on top of the twenty broken bones, abrasions and burns you’ve healed, Megan and Nick had a few bumps and bruises from breaking down the door and restraining the guards that needed mending. According to Megan, Bucky told them to go to you since they need to be in top shape for the trek back to the safe house. While the safe house sounded pleasant, the fact that it was currently 40 below and that the shelter was three miles out in the middle of a forest, was not as pleasant. After you finished healing Megan’s bruised ankle, the dizziness that had settled in a few minutes prior was now overwhelming. If you could just sit down for a few minutes and maybe close your eyes, you would feel much better.
“Get up. We need to meet Bucky in a few minutes. A storm is moving in so we can’t take the jet back until morning. Bucky secured the hostages in an exit raft and we need to find the safehouse soon.” Megan sneered as she pushed your hands away from her ankle.
“Could I just have one minute? I’m not feeling-”
“You’re an Avenger, right? So get off your ass and start walking.” You hesitantly stood up, apparently too quickly because you began swaying and lurched forward, catching yourself against a tree. The frozen bark cut into your skin, slicing your palms. Willing your head to stop spinning you looked down at your bloodied hands. Another downside of your powers was that once your energy had been spent, it became nearly impossible for you to continue healing, which meant you could not help yourself or others when you were this exhausted. You heard Megan’s boots crunch in the snow as she began to walk, blatantly ignoring your compromised state. Since it appeared you had no other option, you began walking as well, but the edges of your vision were fuzzy and it felt like someone had thrown your head against a wall. If you could just get to Bucky maybe he would let you rest for a minute. No. You couldn’t ask him for that, Megan and Nick already thought you got special treatment for being an Avenger you didn’t need them to see parts of yours and Bucky’s friendship in the field. Plus, Bucky had been acting weird ever since you stepped foot on the quinjet. He called you by your last name and his usual soft eyes and teasing tone had left him completely. It made sense, you told yourself as you pushed forward, because this was his job, and he didn’t really care about you like that. The frigid chill had begun to seep through your suit, and though you had never been a huge fan of the cold, you were thankful for it now. It was keeping you awake and alert, the sting of the snow hitting your face gave you something to focus on so you wouldn’t pass out. Finally you reached the clearing where Bucky was waiting. You glanced up to find his concerned gaze looking you over. You used all your strength to muster up a smile and nodded your head to let him know you were ok. He seemed satisfied enough, and told the team to start walking.
How you managed to walk two miles you weren’t sure, but what you did know was that you were now falling behind the others. You were following Nick and Megan who had been keeping a fairly even pace with Bucky. But now, with the snow whipping all around you, you couldn’t see or hear any of them. Maybe this would be a good time to take a break. It would only be for a few minutes and nobody would notice that you had taken a breather. As the snow storm had progressed you had lost feeling in your fingers and toes, and it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion. You thought you reached out to brace yourself on a tree but instead you felt like you were falling. It didn’t hurt when you hit the powdery snow, its cold embrace only called you to rest your eyes. You obeyed and felt your eyelids slowly blink shut. I’ll only rest for a minute, you told yourself. Just as you were about to let sleep pull you under, you heard shouting. The voice sounded familiar as it called your name over the howling of the wind. You knew you should answer but you simply didn’t have the energy. Then, you felt strong arms lift you up and a familiar fresh, piney scent filled your nose. This is what Bucky smells like, you thought to yourself.
“Could you open those pretty eyes for me. Please, doll. I’m begging you, give me anything.”
Bucky sounded like he was talking underwater.
“You are not allowed to do this to me, I swear I’ll make it up to you but you gotta wake up so we can talk.” And why did he seem so worried? You wanted to tell him that you were fine but you couldn’t get the words out.
“Why wouldn’t you say something?” Bucky’s muddled voice had more of an edge this time. His sharp tone made sense, he had every right to be mad at you, it was you who was slowing down the mission and now he had to pick up the slack.
“I didn’t see her fall behind, she was fine a minute ago.” This time it was a woman who responded and somewhere in your mind you figured it was Megan. But you hadn’t been “fine a minute ago,” in fact you hadn’t felt ok for over an hour.
“You’re supposed to watch out for your teammates, so I’m going to ask again, why the hell did you not say something?” In your dazed state you realized Bucky was directing his anger at Megan not at you and well you felt some reprieve from the fact that Bucky didn’t seem too disappointed in you, you were beginning to slip further and further into the shadows of sleep. You knew you needed to stay awake, but you couldn’t feel anything, not the snow hitting your cheeks, or Bucky’s frantic pace, and your entire body felt completely numb. Time began to pass strangely after that moment, you heard some more gargled shouting before you felt your body being laid down on something hard. You found some odd burst of energy and forced your eyelids to open, looking up to find Bucky’s worried eyes desperately trying to hold your gaze. His eyes seemed glossier and much more concerned than normal, but you couldn’t figure out why.
“C’mon Y/n, I’ll get you warm and you’ll be alright. I’m gonna have to get your wet gear off first, but I promise I’ll make it all better ok, sweetheart? I love you too much to let go now.” Love? Why would Bucky be talking about love, he seemed so frustrated with you in the field. His face disappeared from view a moment later and you thought you heard the sound of fabric ripping. Bucky yelled for someone to get blankets and before you could tell him that all his shouting was confusing and much too loud, you surrendered yourself to the peaceful comfort of unconsciousness.
You didn’t know when you became aware of your surroundings again, whether it had been minutes or weeks, you couldn’t tell. You could smell burning wood accompanied by a familiar piney scent that you soon identified as Bucky, but you couldn’t open your eyes to confirm your theory. When you heard a deep voice laced with a Brooklyn accent from somewhere around you, you didn’t have to look at Bucky to know whose arms were protecting you.
“...Remember when we were in Queens and you made me go inside that old book store with you? We stayed there until they closed and you kept handing me books that would, “change your life, I swear it, Bucky.” I didn’t like reading much in the forties but I woulda stayed there with you for weeks if it meant I got to see that smile of yours every time you read something funny. I’ll take you back there but you gotta wake up first, alright?” Bucky’s words were soothing, and his soft voice gently lulled you back to sleep before you could answer his request.
Bucky was talking again when you tried to wake up for a second time,
“...Everything about you is perfect, doll, like how you always scrunch your nose when Sam’s cooking looks awful, but you eat it anyway with a smile on your face because you’re just happy he cared enough to make you something.” You wanted to smile for Bucky, open your mouth, say anything. But your head was still too heavy and you couldn’t break through the cloud of sleep that kept dragging you back under.
This time you could feel warmth running up and down your arms, as if someone was trying to coax you from sleep with their caring touch. You waited for Bucky to talk to you again, you found yourself needing his words to anchor you to consciousness.
“...You should’ve told me sooner, sweetheart, I coulda carried you, given you a little break. You know I would do just about anything for you right? Hell, I think everyone on this damn team thinks I’m weak when it comes to you. But you don’t make me weak, Y/n, you give me a reason to smile, you make me feel better about the world and like I’m not too broken to be a part of it…” You wanted to take Bucky’s face in your hands and tell him that he was not broken, that he was worth more than your words would ever mean. But it still seemed like too much work to open your eyes, so you kept them shut and let your mind slip back into sleep for a little longer.
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Your skin felt like it was on fire, that was the first thing you noticed when you fully regained consciousness. Something heavy was laying across your stomach and there was a solid presence holding you that seemed to radiate the same amount of heat as the crackling fire in front of you.
“Y/n? Doll? Thank God you’re finally awake, how’re you feeling?
At the sound of his voice you slowly turned to face Bucky and were met with a look of adoration in those blue eyes, which made you feel even worse for making him take care of you.
“I’m sorry I messed the mission up, Barnes.” Even though your sight was still a little blurry you could make out the confusion in his face. Pushing some hair out of your face he asked,
“You never call me Barnes, what’s up with that Y/n/n? And what are goin’ on about, “messing up the mission,” you didn’t do a damn thing wrong. If Megan and Nick had done their jobs as teammates you wouldn’t be in this situation. It’s my fault too ya know, I should've checked you over before I made you walk three miles. You looked a little tired when I first saw you but I think I tricked myself into believing you were safe, all I ever want is for you to be safe, Y/n.” You weren’t quite sure how to answer him, your brain felt like quicksand, trapping your thoughts from becoming words.
“And you never answered my question, Y/n, you feelin’ better?” You nodded slowly, during the time you had been asleep your body had slowly heated up, you had regained feeling in your limbs and your mind was feeling less foggy by the minute.
“Thanks for getting me out of there, Bucky. I mean, it’s not like I needed your help, I just wanted to sleep for a few minutes.” You attempted to lighten the mood by pushing out a laugh that sounded more like a light exhale.
“There she is, that’s the girl I love.” You whipped your head back with such force that Bucky had to place his hand on your neck to prevent you from giving yourself whiplash. You stared into his eyes, determined to find out if he was really speaking the truth.
“I do love you Y/n, I have from the minute I caught you smiling at Tony’s stupid gala. You’re perfect to me, in every possible way, from your smile to your soul.” Of course you felt the same way for him. Bucky was your best friend, he made you laugh and his heart and the care that he gave out freely never ceased to amaze you. You watched his lips turn into the most perfect smile and you found yourself smiling twice as big knowing that there was no moment in your life more wonderful than this one. Right before you could respond a shiver ran through you and Bucky turned you around so you were facing the fireplace again.
“Hey, Bucky?” you received a low hum and a kiss behind your ear in response. “You should really shower, you smell like an old barn.” He chuckled and replied, “Jeez, doll, I save your life and tell you that I love you, and all you do is tell me that I smell?” You could tell that Bucky knew you were teasing, but you didn’t feel like letting him off the hook quite yet.
“I guess I love you too.” You mumbled with an obvious grin in your voice.
“I know you do doll, I only wish you had said something sooner, then I woulda had more opportunities to torture you for makin’ fun of me.” With that, Bucky began to tickle your stomach, while still being wary of your injuries, earning an eruption of giggles from your mouth. After a few seconds Bucky pulled you back against him and whispered a soft, “sleep, sweet girl, I’ve got you,” into your hair. Your eyes slowly fell shut and you felt completely content, knowing you were safe in the arms of the man who loved you, and who you loved right back.
#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky imagine#bucky barnes x agent!reader#bucky barnes x enhanced!reader#bucky x y/n#bucky fluff#bucky angst#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x reader hypothermia#buck barnes fic
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@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "what comes next"
“Ow. Ow. Hrgh. Ouch. Nnng. Shit.”
Aziraphale looked up from his book. He’d been simply sitting and reading for the past few hours while Crowley reorganized the cluttered bookshop to his heart’s content. That was a bit of an alarming string of sounds, though, even from Crowley. “Dear boy?”
“Don’t worry, m’… Ow!”
“Don’t worry, you’re ow?” Setting aside his book, Aziraphale leaned to try to see him. “Those two statements don’t go together particularly well.”
“M’ fine!” A muffled string of profanity followed.
Whatever the trouble, he was not fine. Aziraphale rose and went in search of him among the rows of shelves.
He didn’t have to search long. Crowley was sitting on the floor now, leaning back against a bookcase with his eyes closed and a stack of leather bound books clutched in his slender hands. “My dear. Whatever are you doing down there?”
Crowley’s eyes cracked open, a gleam of gold in the shadows. “Ow.”
Aziraphale sighed and went over to pluck the books from his hands. He put them on the nearest shelf, then crouched back down and cupped Crowley’s slightly clammy cheek. “You overdid it, didn’t you? What is it this time?”
“Hrng.” For a moment, Crowley just glared at him. Then he yielded, sighing. “Shoulders, I think. Mostly.”
That old silly. He was dreadful at pacing himself, even though he knew perfectly well that pushing himself too hard made his pain much worse. Aziraphale resisted the urge to chide him, though. “Perhaps enough organizing for today, then?”
“Yeah, probably. Help me up?” Crowley offered a winning smile, as well as his arm.
“Always.” Carefully, Aziraphale took hold of his demon. He didn’t try to pull Crowley up—that had a much higher risk of hurting him worse. Instead, he just held on, providing stability and support while Crowley struggled to his feet.
Although wincing, Crowley managed it. He let out a soft hiss, blinked a few times, and looked up at the shelves. “Got a lot done, though. It’s rather good organization.”
“I’m sure.” Aziraphale kept hold of his arm for the first few limping steps, then loosened his grip in case Crowley wanted to pull free. He didn’t. “So, what next? Would you like to do something together, instead?”
“I always like doing things together. You’re the one who was reading alone.” The twinkle in Crowley’s eye said he was teasing. “To start, though, think we should probably sit down, and then we’ll figure out what comes next. Sofa?”
“Always a wise location, quite ideal for many lovely activities.” And then, they could indeed figure out what came next.
Crowley dropped onto the sofa with a groan and rubbed his left shoulder. Then he grabbed a sketchbook, flipped it open, and began to scribble in it with his pen that could write underwater.
Amused, Aziraphale miracled up tea. That was always a good start, although they’d likely progress to stronger drinks in time. Wine, perhaps, or some truly excellent single malt scotch he’d picked up a while back. One of Crowley’s favorites.
“Okay,” Crowley announced after a few minutes. “I have a plan.”
“Tea first.” Unable to stop smiling at his husband’s dramatic declaration, Aziraphale held out a cup. “And then you may present your plan.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I will.” Crowley accepted the tea and gulped it down, then grabbed a pillow and set it in his lap. He rested the sketchbook on it, likely so he didn’t have to hold it up and tax his sore shoulders. “Okay, so. Step was one was the sofa. Next up…”
He opened the sketchbook to reveal a haphazard sketch. A bottle of alcohol, two glasses, and Talisker printed in big uneven block letters.
Aziraphale laughed. “I suspected as much.”
“You know me well. So, we start with scotch, and then.” Although moving slowly, Crowley turned to the next page. Another sketch, this time of… something. Rectangular, black… “We watch a film.”
“Oh!” Understanding now, Aziraphale tapped the sketchbook. “I see. That’s a television.”
Crowley gave him a withering but entertained look. “Yes, angel. It’s a television. That television.”
He pointed to the telly across from the sofa, the one they’d installed after Crowley moved in. Aziraphale brought out the scotch with a miracle and poured. “So, what are we watching?”
“Hn, dunno. I’ve got a list of ideas, though.” Crowley flipped to that page, showed him, and then turned to the next one. “This is the ultimate end game of the plan.”
There, hastily and somewhat badly drawn, was a sketch that was clearly meant to represent the two of them curled up together on the sofa. Snuggling close, Aziraphale’s arm around Crowley’s shoulders. Wide smiles on their faces.
Chuckling again, Aziraphale offered a glass of scotch. “While I presume that the snuggling is intended to take place later, may I make a suggestion? A slight alteration to the plan?”
“Yeah, absolutely.” Crowley held his hand out for the scotch, although he didn’t reach up to take it. Likely couldn’t, with the strain to his poor shoulders. Aziraphale handed the glass to him. “Always up for refinements to the plan, especially if they’re good ones. Adaptable, me.”
“Well, in that case.” Aziraphale took a sip of his Talisker, then slid closer. He gently wrapped an arm around Crowley, careful not to put too much pressure on his shoulders. “I suggest that we start snuggling earlier. Perhaps while selecting our film.”
“Oooh.” Grinning, Crowley cuddled up closer to him. “Brilliant addition to the plan, angel. I like how you think.”
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓
Pairing: Evelyn Harper (OC) x Elvis Presley
Word count: 1,4K
Chapter summary: Back in the sanctuary of his penthouse, Elvis tells Evelyn how they're connected to each other.
Chapter warnings: Strong language, angsty-ish. Other than that, none.
A/N: This is sort of a "filler" chapter, hence the reason why it's so short.
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ELVIS' POV
Seeing her like this broke me.
And yet, there was that small selfish part of me that was happy that this was happening right now. Now we could finally be alone and talk about this, and she could find out the truth instead of believing the lies she’d been fed for the past years.
Having my arms wrapped tightly around her, we stumbled into the penthouse together, making all of the guys gather by the door.
“Where have you been, EP? The show starts in an hour!” Joe exclaimed in a panicked voice and Red groaned, hitting the back of the smaller man’s head as he gave him a look that told him to keep his mouth shut.
He was all healed up after the stake was removed earlier and he cried all his tears when the guys peeled out the splinters one by one, and now he was back to his mouthy own self.
I didn't have the time, or energy, to deal with his ass.
“Cancel the show. Tell ‘em I got sick,” I told them as I pressed Evelyn’s trembling frame against my chest.
I could see Joe and a few others wanted to protest, but they wisely decided against it as Red and Sonny sprung into action, Charlie giving me a little nod as he left the room to help the others take care of things.
Taking care of business, as usual.
I loved my fans and I hated to cancel a show, but Evelyn was more important to me. She’d found out she’d been missing part of her life, parts of me, and I couldn’t leave her alone without providing her with the answers she was looking for.
“How are you feeling?” I asked after we were the only ones left in the room and I gave her some water, sitting her down on the couch in the living portion of the penthouse.
She released a deep sigh as she looked down at the half empty glass in her hands. “I.. I don’t know,” she whispered, clearing her throat a little. I took her glass from her and put it on the table, turning to face her properly as I sat next to her. “I don’t know anything.. or anyone anymore..”
I nodded my head a little, looking down at our hands that were resting close to each other. Caressing my fingertips across her knuckles, my eyes met hers again.
“I can tell you, Eva.. I can tell you everything and only pray that you might remember some stuff. But it’ll take reverse compulsion in order for you to get all your memories back.”
I could understand that that wasn’t something she would want right now. And Red hadn’t even made the call yet I’m sure, but if I needed to, I’d pluck a witch off the street and have them do it for me if I needed to.
My intentions were not to force Evelyn into anything and I had been apprehensive about even telling her about her past, but the situation had taken a turn so quick that there was really no other option.
The way she looked at me with those sad, bambi eyes had my heart skipping a beat. Made me want to wrap my arms around her and take her away from here, leave this mess far, far behind us.
She looked down and stayed silent for longer than I liked. I was starting to grow a little nervous, afraid that she might not want to know everything. Or at least, not from me.
But I figured she realised she wouldn’t get the full truth from Ruby or Eli, or even her father, so as she looked back at me again and swallowed, nodding her head, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
“Never thought I’d say this but you seem to be the only person wanting me to know the truth,” she sighed, slightly moving her hand away from mine. For now, I ignored the fact that it stung just a little. “So… please, tell me.”
It was a long story, but I told her in great detail, making sure not to leave anything out yet at the same time choosing my words carefully because I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I told her she could tell me to stop at any time, we could take it step by step, but she hadn’t yet… so, I kept talking.
“Your father’s been after me for as long as I can remember. Not exactly sure why, but my guess is that it’s because I’m a public figure and it’s easy to point fingers. He has this weird obsession with exposing vampires, making the world see that there’s evil among us and it can hide in the person you least expect it from. You can imagine his reaction when he find out you and I met and fell in love.”
I licked my lips, biting the inside of my cheek to suppress a grin from breaking through. I wasn’t feeling smug about the whole thing, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t developed a hatred toward Christian Harper and seeing him lose his mind when he found out his daughter was by my side, it was satisfying.
“He completely lost it and his attention on me intensified. I’m sorry, Eva, but your father is not a good man.. You don’t hate vampires the way he made you believe you do. When he realised how serious you and I were, I took you to Memphis with me. We were happy there, it was peaceful, almost… normal,” I sighed as I looked down at my hands, nervously wringing my daylight ring around my finger. “I was afraid that he’d do something to ya, and.. and.. well, he did. They stormed the house when we were the only ones there. God, I wanted.. I should have protected you.. but they ambushed us. Your father, Eli, Ruby, all of those damned hunters…”
Evelyn surprised me by putting her hand on my arm and I looked at her, swallowing the lump in my throat. I felt myself relax instantly under her touch, placing my hand atop of hers to squeeze it softly. This time, she didn’t pull back. “What.. what happened?”
She still didn’t want me to stop, so I continued the word vomit.
“They had a vampire with them, a connection of your father. I don’t know the details on that but I assume the fucker got generously paid for it, because he had no problem doin’ the damn job. Compelled you to forget every trace of me in your life while Eli used me as a pin cushion with his damned stakes – I wish I hadn’t been so weak in that moment, I could’ve put a stop to all of it…”
I had wanted to kill Eli a long time ago. Hell, I wanted to kill them all. And while tonight I could’ve done it, I knew it wasn’t the right time.
My main priority now was getting Evelyn back.
She squeezed my arm again, looking at me with an intense look in her eyes as she hung onto my every word. As if she felt sorry for me… and that made me fight the urge to hold her even more.
“When it was all said and done, they took you away, back to Vegas. I’ll never forget the way you looked at me as if I was a stranger… leaving behind your life, the house you loved so much.. just like that.”
“I’m sorry,”
I frowned and shook my head, lacing my fingers together with hers and bringing her hand to my lips. I kissed her knuckles, but stopped as I felt her tensing up a little. “Sorry for what, baby? None of this is your fault,”
“I can’t.. I don’t understand how… why..”
I slowly lowered our hands and loosened the grip I had on her smaller one. “I don’t know what Ruby and Eli gain from this, but.. my guess is that they want to make you hate me, hate my kind, and make you kill me so there ain't any risks of getting your memory back. They don’t think it’s possible for a human and vampire to be together, but they’re so wrong. If anything, we’re living proof of that.”
“You said we were serious,” she whispered, straightening her shoulders as she sucked in a breath of air. “H-How.. How serious, Elvis?”
We looked at each other, and I didn't take my eyes off of her for a second.
She didn’t either.
I could feel the tension in the room thickening, so much so it was nearly palpable.
I had to tell her. She wanted the truth and she deserved nothing but. If I wanted to gain her full trust, I had to tell her.
“You and I, we.. we..” I clenched and unclenched my jaw, my voice lowering a little. “We’re married, baby.”
#elvis#elvis presley#elvis x reader#elvis presley x reader#elvis x oc#elvis presley x oc#elvis smut#elvis presley smut#elvis fanfic#elvis presley fanfic#vampire!elvis#king of hearts#tamwrites
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God, one day I'm going to finish my Five And Allison Talk Post-S3 fic. I go back and just look at it every few weeks. Wish someone would finish it (me, I'm the someone).
Snip because maybe getting more of it out in the world will kickstart something for me. A continuation of the snip shared HERE --
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Softer, Allison says, “I still don’t understand why you voted against it. It doesn’t make any sense. You spend your whole life fighting the apocalypse to just give up?”
Five knocks back the rest of his drink and considers the empty glass. He then stands to cross the room to pour himself another. She watches him. It’s not until he’s finishing the pour that he says, “It seemed like the better option.”
“In what world, Five?”
“In the one where, when we do follow Dad’s special little plan, it ends with me dying alone in the basement of the Commission as a one-armed centenarian.”
She swallows. In the harried few days before the end in Oblivion, a few details about Five meeting himself yet again and then watching him die had made it to her. She hadn’t given them much stock around everything else going on.
“He told me to not save the world,” Five continues. “And the only scenario I can think of that ends with me in a box in the basement of the Commission for a hundred years is one where you’re all dead. Again. And if that’s the situation, I’d rather be dead with you. I’m not doing that again, not if it was never going to work.” He swallows thickly before continuing, “Assuming that version of me thought like me, I figured that’s what his warning was. Add in that it was Dad’s plan and into a fucked alternate dimension… The math seemed bad.” He splays his hands, the dark alcohol sloshing in his glass.
Allison stares at him.
She should have paid more attention to those passing comments about Five meeting himself.
She blinks before shaking her head. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
He shrugs. “You asked.”
Slowly, she says, “So… your math wasn’t actually about saving the world or stopping anything. It was just… how you’d rather die?”
“That’s a rather inelegant way to put it but… yes.”
Allison studies her brother’s young face, working to slot this into her understanding of how everything went down at the Hotel. This whole time, she’d been assuming—what? That Five gave up? That he’d hated their dad more than he loved them? That he cared about her less than the others to have thrown away her life and happiness for a few good hours with the rest of them?
Instead, he was facing what he assumed was a no-win scenario that only he made it out of. The world already gone, and whatever they chose the rest of them would go too. The only difference was whether or not he was still standing on the other side of it.
And he voted to not be. He voted to be done.
It brings her to a single conclusion: “That’s so selfish.”
His expression twists, incredulous and hurt as her words sink in. “Excuse me?”
“It worked, Five. We’re here, right now, with everyone. It worked. And it almost didn’t because you voted to stay. Because you wanted to give up.”
“That’s not how time works, Allison.”
“We ended up in Oblivion anyway! And that worked, in a messy way, but it worked. If you’d just agreed to go to begin with, we wouldn’t have lost Luther. Or Klaus!”
“As I seem to recall, I wasn’t the only one who voted no! I was just lucky enough to be the deciding vote. And it’s probably because I voted no that it worked!"
Allison lets out a noisy sigh. “Explain that to me, how that makes any sense.”
“Because if I hadn’t talked to my future self and watched him die pathetic and alone, I would have voted yes. A chance to fix everything? Hit the undo, reset it all? Of course I want that! But easy fixes—”
“Easy!?”
“—easy fixes like that always have a catch! And if I hadn’t known what this one’s catch was, that it outweighed its solution, I would have gone for it.”
“So you voting no and then still doing it anyway changed that how?”
“Ripples, Allison.” He sighs. “Me voting yes would have meant we all marched in right then and probably were either killed by the guardians or got used up by the machine, even more than we were anyway. Think about it. We didn’t march straight in, so what happened instead? The kugelblitz advanced to our toes. Dad killed Luther. Dad left Klaus behind and he died, too, or, at least went to his Void or whatever he calls it. Which meant we had eyes on Dad when Klaus popped back. We had a ghost form of Luther to stop the last guardian, all his strength with none of his vulnerabilities of having a physical form.”
“Are you saying it’s a good thing now that Luther and Klaus died?”
“Obviously not! That’s no one’s ideal way for that to have worked! But it’s those differences that are what’s important, what skewed things to make us end up here instead of me back there.”
#i really love this fic#and it's just been languishing in my wips for months and months#one day... i will finish it#for allison#she deserves more nuance than a large chunk of the fandom gives her#tua#snips#ficblogging
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I Am Still Right Here Chapter 2 Part 4 (Brian x Justin, QAF, Support Group AU)
I have uploaded all of Chapter 1 on AO3.
You can find Part 1 of Chapter 2 here and Part 2 here and Part 3 here.
This is the final part of Chapter 2 I will be posting it in its entirety on AO3 later on today.
As always, I wouldn't be here today writing for the QAF fandom if it weren't for the support of @winderlylandchime @maryp50 and @lostcol
Enjoy the end of this story!
One Month Later
Brian felt like shit. Not the “oh my stomach kinda hurts” kind of shit, but the “death would be better than this” kind. Ever since his scan had come back showing that the cancer had spread, Brian’s doctor had been much more aggressive with treatments. He was now lucky if he managed to make it into the office 2 days out of 5. If he thought radiation treatment was bad, it had nothing on the hell chemo put his body through.
He’d finished his chemo treatment for the day and had every intention of going back to his loft and passing the fuck out for a few hours. But, the nausea and body aches had hit him almost immediately after leaving the hospital. So, instead, he had told his cab driver to take him to the Bloom Gallery. Justin was working a full shift today since his school was on a three-day weekend. He figured he could grab Justin from work and get him to come back to his loft with him. Brian wouldn’t say it out loud, but the way he was feeling right now had him terrified of being alone.
“Hey, Bri.” Lindsay greeted him the minute he stumbled through the door. “Are you sure you should be out and about in your condition?”
Brian adjusted the face mask he now wore when out in public to protect himself. “Fuck you, Lindsay.” Brian gasped, already out of breath from the short walk.
“Seriously, you look like shit.” Lindsay came over to him and helped guide him to a nearby chair.
“I’m on the chemo diet. I heard it’s all the rage for cancer patients.” Brian quipped, looking sideways up at one of his oldest friends.
“Besides,” Brian grimaced at the pain shooting up from his joints. “I came to see Justin.”
Just as the words left his mouth, Justin came from the back carrying a large canvas. He saw Brian and immediately put it down against the nearest wall and rushed over.
“Brian! What are you doing here? You should be home. Resting.” Justin’s hands roamed along the planes of Brian’s face and his upper body before Justin’s eyes met Brian’s gaze.
“I realized…” Brian stopped to catch his breath again. Then he gave Lindsay a pointed look. Justin nodded in understanding. He stood up straight and faced the blonde woman.
“Hey, Linds, could you go get Brian a glass of water?” Justin asked, giving her his best pleading look.
“Of course!” Lindsay practically hopped into action.
Once she was gone, Brian crumpled against Justin, who was back to kneeling in front of him. “I realized I didn’t want to be alone. I know you are working, but could you…” Brian looked up at Justin, who nodded.
When Lindsay returned, Brian was breathing better, and Justin had called a new cab to take them to Brian’s loft. Brian accepted the glass of water, moved his mask, and took a big drink.
“Hey, Lindsay. I know I said I could work the whole day, and by leaving, I put you in a bit of a bind, but I think I should help Brian home and get him settled.”
For good measure, Brian protested, “Justin. No. Stay at work. I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You couldn’t even make it all the way home. You came here.” Justin fixed Brian with a meaningful glance.
“Of course, Justin. I will be fine. The next gallery opening isn’t until next week. We have time.” Lindsay gave them both a smile and sent them on their way.
Brian had honestly expected more pushback from Lindsay on the matter but wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She had given Justin the day off with no fuss; he would take that win any day. On the cab ride over to his loft, Brian leaned against Justin’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He was so tired.
Before he knew it, Justin was nudging him awake and helping him out of the cab. The blond handed the cab driver a handful of bills and told him thanks. Brian’s bed couldn’t greet him soon enough. As soon as Justin slid the door to the loft open, Brian was slowly walking over to it, stripping as he went. Justin followed him shortly after with a bottle of water and some ibuprofen, just in case. Brian was almost half asleep by the time he lay down. Justin sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on his thigh.
“Get some rest. I will be right here if you need me.” Justin moved his hand up to stroke Brian’s hair.
“Stay with me,” Brian mumbled, his eyelids feeling heavy.
“Yeah, I’ll be over on the couch drawing,” Justin whispered, still stroking Brian’s hair.
Brian nuzzled into Justin’s touch. “No, stay here with me.” And so, Justin did.
Brian fell asleep, curled up against Justin as he lay with his back propped up and his sketchpad on his lap. When he woke up sometime later, Justin was still in the same spot drawing away. Brian sat up enough to put his head onto Justin’s shoulder. He felt the smile creeping on his face as he and Justin lay there in silence, just existing together. Brian loved watching Justin make art. He nuzzled into Justin’s neck and gave him a kiss.
“Hey, you feeling okay?” Justin brought his drawing hand up and cupped Brian’s cheek without turning away from his sketch pad.
Brian nodded sleepily. He was about to wrap his arm around Justin’s torso when his stomach lurched. He got up from the bed quickly and managed to get to the bathroom just in time to vomit everything in his stomach. Justin followed him a few minutes later, he had an open can of ginger ale in his hand.
“I figured you could use this.” Justin smiled and handed over the can.
Brian moved away from the toilet and leaned against the shower wall. He took a sip, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.
“This chemo shit sucks.” Brian finally muttered.
Justin plopped down on the floor next to him. “Yeah, I figured it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Let’s just hope it helps.”
“If my cancer continues to spread after all this, I’m going to kill myself.” Brian scoffed, taking another sip of ginger ale.
Justin ran his fingers through Brian’s hair and came back with some of it. Brian’s eyes landed on the strands in Justin’s hand. With a sigh, Brian shrugged. His eyes stung with unshed tears. He knew the chemo was going to kill his hair, causing it to fall out. But, the reality of it was still hard to bear. Brian loved his looks, and now his outside finally matched the sickness that had been raging on the inside for months.
“There goes the last bit of me.” Brian muttered. He knew Justin wouldn’t understand, but he needed to say it.
“Your hair will grow back.” Justin pointed out. Bless this young, blond man for his insane amounts of optimism, even in the face of weakness and death.
Brian scoffed, pulling himself up off the floor. “But my reputation will never recover.”
He shuffled back to his bed and crawled back in it, under the covers. Justin didn’t say anything, but Brian hadn’t expected he would. There was a reason he’d asked Justin to be here with him instead of someone like Michael or Lindsay. Brian didn’t need someone who would continue to placate him after he’d made it clear the point was moot. He needed someone who would understand enough to let him sit in his feelings however long he needed to.
Justin was about to rejoin him on the bed when someone knocked on the door. He leaned over to place a kiss on Brian’s cheek and then went to check the door.
“I’ll go see who it is, and send them away,” Justin whispered alongside his kiss.
Brian couldn’t do much more than nod, his body already on the verge of falling asleep. A few minutes later, Justin was back. Instead of getting on the bed, he came around to Brian’s side and kneeled down so they could be face-to-face.
“I tried to send them away, but she’s insisting on seeing you. She said she didn’t care if her son’s assistant said no. She would be the judge of his condition herself.” Justin whispered, placing a hand on Brian’s arm in support.
“Fuck.” Brian groaned, turning his head into his pillow. What the fuck was his mother doing here?
“Go tell Saint Joan I’ll be out shortly and offer her a drink,” Brian mumbled, not taking his face out of his pillow. Justin squeezed his arm before departing. The thought of his mother alone sent a new wave of nausea through his body.
Brian took a deep breath and crawled out of bed. He hadn’t wanted to tell his mother that he had cancer, but there was no way she’d see him today and not figure it out. He might as well rip the bandaid off. Brian slowly made his way across his loft to the kitchen. His mother stood there awkwardly, looking around at all his designer fixtures, a judgmental look on her face.
“Brian!” Her face lit up the minute she saw him. “I went by your office, and they said you were out sick. I knew it couldn’t be good if you called out of work.”
Brian went to the fridge and grabbed a cold can of ginger ale. Then he went to the cupboard and grabbed himself a glass. Only then did he stop right next to Justin and face his mother.
“So, I have cancer.” Brian decided the ripping the bandaid off approach was probably best.
Justin reached over and grabbed Brian’s hand. He wanted desperately to allow him, but his mom didn’t know he was gay. He figured one bombshell was enough. He didn’t want to be responsible for his mom’s sudden heart attack over that. But she must’ve seen the movement anyway.
“It’s a sin.” She gave him a stern look, much like she used to when he was a kid and had pissed off his dad in some way. “God punishes those who act immorally.”
“So, you think I have cancer because I like to fuck guys?” Brian scoffed. “Gee, thanks, mom. I always look forward to our chats.”
“Mrs. Kinney,” Justin spoke up.
“Justin.” Brian grabbed his hand and subtly shook his head. “I got this.”
“It’s not too late.” Joan continued as if Brian and Justin weren’t even there. “God still loves you. You can still change.”
Brian started to see red. It was one thing for his mother to force him into taking her to church a few Sundays a month, but it was another to spout her rhetoric at him while he was battling cancer.
“You have to fight temptation. Stay strong. Harden yourself.” Joan gave Brian more of her religious bullshit.
“I would love to harden myself, Mom. God, I would much rather be hard so I can fuck every hot guy I see. Instead, I get to puke my guts out and wonder if my body will ever stop hurting.” Brian spat at her in return. After he felt a little dizzy so he sat on a stool and closed his eyes.
“I think you should leave.” Brian heard Justin say. For once, he was grateful that he didn’t have to face down Joan Kinney alone. By the time Brian was able to fight off the dizzy spell and open his eyes, they were alone once more.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” Brian mumbled as Justin stepped into his personal space and wrapped him in his arms.
“Me? What about you? She basically said God gave you cancer because you’re gay.” Justin exclaimed.
“It’s not as though I haven’t thought it before.” Brian got up and moved out of Justin’s touch, back toward his bed once more.
A few minutes later, Justin joined him on the bed. “Do you really think that?”
Brian rolled his head into his pillow for a moment before turning back to Justin, giving him an answer.
“You try to avoid it, spending multiple Sundays a month escorting your mom to church while during the week, your body is being put through hell just to survive.” Brian’s eyes met Justin’s in the most vulnerable move Brian has ever made in his life.
Justin didn’t respond. Instead, he wrapped Brian up in his arms and hugged him tight.
“Your cancer isn’t a punishment for you being gay. I hope you know that.”
Brian traced shapes onto Justin’s arms as they lay there in comfortable silence. It usually took him ages to get out of the negative headspace his mom always put him in. And yet, Justin managed to get him there in less than thirty minutes. He realized then that he always wanted Justin around. For the good parts and the bad.
“Move in with me,” Brian whispered against Justin’s temple.
“What?” Justin turned so that they could look at each other.
“I know we’ve only known each other a few months, but I like it when you are here. And when you aren’t, I wouldn’t exactly mind it if you were.”
One Year Later
Brian shuffled around the kitchen making coffee to go and putting the finishing touches on his outfit. He was trying to tie his tie and eat some toast when a pair of hands wrapped around his chest and took over. Brian smiled to himself, around the toast, and turned to face the owner of the arms.
Justin smiled at him, moving his arms from Brian’s chest up to his neck and pulling him closer for a kiss. They both deepen the exchange, almost forgetting about the coffee being made until the coffee maker goes off.
“I would love to stay here and keep doing this, but I’m going to be late for my meeting with Brown Athletics.” Brian smiled against Justin’s lips as he placed another quick kiss there.
“First day back after getting a clean bill of health. How does it feel?” Justin grinned.
“Like a million bucks.” Brian handed Justin his own to-go mug of coffee. “What time is your gallery event tonight?”
“Seven, but you don’t have to come.” Justin looked down at his feet and shrugged.
Brian gripped his chin and lifted it back up so they made eye contact once again. “You're showing your art. Of course, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The two grabbed what they needed and left the loft together. On the elevator, Brian leaned over and kissed Justin again.
“Besides, Emmett would murder me if I didn’t come.”
“Yeah, he really would.” Justin laughed. “He might seem mild-mannered on the surface, but don’t piss off a gay Southerner.”
“I would hate to find out what his Aunt Lula might’ve taught him about getting revenge,” Brian smirked. The two climbed into Brian’s Jeep, and he drove off toward Justin’s job.
Pulling up outside the Bloom Gallery, they were met by Lindsay, who was holding onto Gus’ hand.
“Hey, Justin! Excited about tonight?” Lindsay smiled as she opened the back door of Brian’s Jeep and put Gus up into his booster seat.
Once Justin was out of the front seat, Lindsay leaned through the window to talk to Brian.
“Please drive carefully. Melanie will come and get him around 4.” Lindsay looked toward Gus and blew him a kiss. “Thank you again for doing this. I know you have that important meeting today.”
“Don’t worry about it. Sonny Boy and I are going to have a blast. Isn’t that right?” Brian looked in the review mirror at Gus, who threw him a thumbs-up.
“Okay. Call if you need anything.” Lindsay worried her lip, looking between Brian and Gus.
“I’ll be fine. I’m 100% healthy and want to spend more time with my son. Besides, he loves Ted, not sure why.” Brian shrugged and waved Lindsay off before he turned the Jeep back on and threw the gear into drive.
Later that night, Brian was dressed in his nicest Armani dress pants and button-down. It was open at the collar, showing off a bit of his chest. He had a glass of water in his hand. There were at least a hundred people milling about the gallery, all looking at the various pieces of artwork available. Brian hung back and just watched. He tucked his lips in and smiled as he made eye contact with Justin across the room.
It blew his mind to think a year and a half ago, Justin wouldn’t have been able to even walk through that door. Much less mingle with a hundred people, most of them strangers. Justin had come a long way since the first night they met. Now, he was out almost every night hanging out with Daphne or Emmett or joining Brian at Babylon, which he bought for himself as a “congratulations for beating cancer” present. Things were so different, and yet Brian still felt compelled to watch over Justin and protect him from himself.
It didn't escape Brian's notice that Justin's support group leader and his friend from the group, Margaret, were both in attendance tonight. Brian's heart swelled with pride, knowing that Justin had more people than ever before rooting for him to succeed. Even his mom had shown up to lend her support, though Brian couldn't currently locate her.
With that thought, Brian strode across the hall and swung his arm around Justin’s chest from behind. He brought his lips to Justin’s ear and whispered.
“Who created that abstract painting with all the blues and reds and greys? The one that looks like Emmett’s street at night.”
Justin grinned and turned in Brian’s arms. “I wasn’t sure you’d understand it. I wanted it to be vague enough that anyone could buy it but specific enough that if you or I saw it, we’d remember.”
“I put a bid on it. It’ll look great in my office.” Brian leaned his forehead against Justin’s and smiled into a kiss.
Then he leaned forward and whispered, “Do you think anyone will miss you if I take you to the studio and show my appreciation?”
“Brian! We’re in public!” Justin leaned back. But his mouth was in the biggest smile of his life, and his eyes were alight with excitement. “As long as we are quick.”
“Alright, we can wait til later. I’d much rather take my time. Paint a canvas of my own.” Brian looked at Justin as if he hung the moon. Which in Brian’s world, he had. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.
“Sounds perfect.” Justin smiled as he pulled Brian in for another searing kiss.
#queer as folk#brian kinney#justin taylor#fanfiction#brian x justin#alternate universe#support group au
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Half-dream
A/N: I must confess, I created my OC’s backstory before watching the entirety of the show & reading the comics, so it is a little similar to Lyta’s situation (revealed in episode 8). However, not the same. (Not everything related to her existence will be revealed yet, but instead of being conceived in the Dreaming, Stella was conceived in the Waking World). I’ve no idea if this is logical according to the comics/show so I really stuck to the magic of fanfiction. Enjoy!
As it is with my Moon Knight fics, my Sandman fics won’t be written in reader style, and instead will be written with my OC, as her character is a little more complex.
Title: Half-dream
Summary: When Morpheus returns to his realm after his imprisonment, he is met not only with the desiccation of his kingdom, but the arrival of a young girl, cared for by Lucienne until now. Wary of her very existence, he brings her with him as he reclaims his tools and restores his monarchy, only beginning to see this girl as anything other than a threat when his sister steps in.
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When Death returned, her brother was watching the girl.
He was a black figure stood in the dim room of the soul Death had just journeyed with, arms hanging limply at his sides, eyes unblinking. Stella Russo was in the room across the hall. She had taken herself there after Death had gone. Her back was turned but her muscles were tensed, the scent of her tears clinging to the air between them. She did not want Morpheus to see.
Death crossed her arms at her chest. She took slow steps forward until she could gauge the look on Morpheus’s face. His brows were drawn together ever so faintly, mouth open only slightly. He was flexing his fingers in a vague sort of manner, as though he was battling with his unconscious desire to both go to her and leave her be.
Death couldn’t help but appreciate that. The relationship between the two was…promising. Nobody could say that the Lord of Dreams was especially affectionate, except perhaps Death herself, if she thought of the moments in which she had experienced her brother at his best. But she could tell that he held some semblance of care for this girl. She could tell his reasoning for keeping her by his side rooted less in performing his duties and more in the unspoken fact that he enjoyed the company.
Stella was an impossibility according to him, someone who should not have come into being, and would not have, had he not been encased in a glass cage and without a handle on his kingdom for so long. And yet, Death knew impossibilities happened every day. Often, they were called miracles. And the girl who should not exist, the proof of unification between two realms Morpheus had always separated, gave Death some hope that the confused, purposeless entity she had seen tossing breadcrumbs at pigeons not two hours ago would not exist for much longer. Stella had a brightness about her. If she could not provide the evidence Morpheus unwittingly craved that she was a threat to neither realm, Death was more than certain she could at least soothe the ache in his heart.
Morpheus, though not blind enough to disregard this, had yet to act upon it. As per usual.
Moving to stand beside him, Death’s eyes followed Stella as she moved out of sight and further into the room. Morpheus briefly turned his head to look at his sister. Then he turned back. “She’s upset,” he said simply.
Death nudged him with an elbow. “Most humans get distressed when they’re witness to the end of a life. They don’t understand the beauty of it.”
“She is not human.”
“She’s not not human, little brother. You can’t forget that.”
A breath of a scoff escaped Morpheus’s nose, and one of his brows quirked. “Forgetting that would contradict my purpose,” he said. Death rolled her eyes.
“Your purpose,” she echoed with a sigh. “Is your purpose not to protect your creations?”
There was a beat of silence. And then, “In part.”
“And is she not one of your creations?” An answer did not come quick enough, so Death amended her sentence. “Indirectly,” she said.
Morpeus seemed to think about it for a moment before he decided. “Yes.”
“Then go and protect her.” Death uncrossed her arms and quietly walked up to peer through the open doorway. Stella had resigned herself to staring out of the window at the far corner of the room. She was leaning against the glass, and Death could just about see her mirror image. Death turned back to look at Morpheus, who was looking straight at her. She bumped a brow, a glint in her eyes that he knew to be an implicit “do as I say.” As though to add unneeded context, she dropped her brow and uncrossed her arms, lowering her voice with her next words. “Look, Dream,” she said, “I know you’re not the most…comforting of the seven of us, but Stella’s lost a lot, perhaps more than you, and you seem to have been her only constant in the past few days.” She glanced over her shoulder. “She’s upset, and you need to go to her. Protect her from what you couldn’t then prevent.” She looked back at him. “Help her.”
Morpheus’s expression did not change. He flicked his eyes from his sister to the doorway, then took the first step. Death hung back, a victorious smile on her lips, and went to wait outside.
Stella saw him slowly approach her in the reflection of the window. Her breath hitched and she reached up to wipe at her eyes, though she knew the redness couldn’t be hidden. She felt him stop behind her, heard the rustle of his coat as he stuck his hands in his pockets, and waited for his inevitable words.
“Are you alright?”
His deep voice tore apart the silence.
Swallowing, she rubbed at her nose. “Yes.”
A beat. And another. Then, “Are you?”
Stella glanced over her shoulder, her vision blurred but just clear enough to make out his face. One brow was quirked, his head dipped the slightest bit in encouragement. Stella felt a knot rise to her throat and she made quick work of gulping back her tears and turning to the window once more.
“Do you think…” Her voice cracked and she licked her lips. She had decided that rapidly blinking would stave off the imminent sobs. So far, it was working. “Was Death there for my mother? When she died?”
The question had not been unexpected, and yet Morpheus still took a moment to consider it. Stella had not talked about her mother once since their meeting, though he supposed there hadn’t been much time. The moment he had returned to his desiccated kingdom, Lucienne had introduced him to the half-dream, and his wariness of everything he did not yet understand had caused him to unwillingly, and against Lucienne’s insistences, tug her along with him while he regained his tools, so he could ‘deal with her’, as such, later. It was only recently—recently being in the past day or so since his tools had all finally reached his grasp—that he’d found himself suddenly with no clear path ahead. In that time, he’d spared more than a glance at Stella Russo, analysing her, figuring her out, wondering on her very existence. And at the back of his very crowded mind, he supposed he was beginning to realise, admittedly with help from his sister, that the girl was little more than a sixteen-year-old. A sixteen-year-old who, according to what Lucienne had told him, had not long been dealing with the grief of her mother’s passing. Morpheus did not consider himself possessor of many redeeming qualities, but Death had told him that he was all Stella had. He supposed, in a way, Stella was all he had, too.
His eyes flicked to the open doorway to see if his sister was still there. She wasn’t. He turned back.
“I’m sure she was,” he said.
Stella nodded to herself. “Good. I like her. Your sister, I mean. I think I’d feel some kind of peace if hers was the last face I saw. I guess I just hope my mother felt the same.”
Morpheus had guessed that was perhaps her reason for such emotion. That observing Death’s job had brought about some unwanted memories.
He gazed down at the ground, pondering.
“Tell me about your mother,” he said then, slow but genuine.
Stella seemed to freeze. She looked at him a second later, a deep frown marring her features. “Really?” she asked.
“What kind of ruler would I be if I did not learn more of the bearer of such an impossibility?”
Stella shrugged. “Am I really that impossible? Did you never think a human would fall in love with their dream?”
Those words pulled at a corner of his lips. He lifted his chin and slowly moved to stand beside her, turning his own head towards the traffic of everyday people doing everyday things on the other side of the window. He could feel the coolness radiating off the glass.
“That’s not the impossible part,” he told her. He noticed her look at him from the corner of his eye, but his own vision was locked on the outdoors. “When asleep,” he continued deliberately, “mortals are powerful beings. They fall in love with their dreams because they are exactly that. Dreams. Creations of their very desires.” A woman was rushing along the path with her child. The child tripped and yelled out. “What I did not think, was that a dream would go rogue, as a nightmare often does.” The woman stopped and bent to lift her up, soothing the child’s cries. “Your mother must have been someone worth breaking rules for.”
Morpheus had considered the possibility that Stella’s father was a nightmare. Nightmares, after all, thrived in the Waking World. Whereas dreams, good dreams, could not exist very long. By his vague understanding of how his creations had turned away from their purpose while he had been…detained, he was sure that the dream in question had appeared in a mortal woman’s dreams and then escaped his realm to meet her in the flesh. His nightmares didn’t often flee simply to procreate.
Lucienne had told him that Stella’s first time travelling, awake, to the Dreaming had happened when she’d been just five years old. That was the only power he knew of so far that she had inherited from his realm. Lucienne had said that Stella never told her mother that she could travel between realms, and that Death had claimed Stella’s mother when Stella had been just fifteen. She had remained in the Dreaming with Lucienne ever since. Yes, she had lived sixteen years and would likely know if that power was not alone, but Morpheus knew that some powers only showed their faces in their own realms. Having lived in the Dreaming only a year, Stella could have the potential for more.
Did he wish to learn more about Stella’s mother for her sake, or for his own? He did not know, but he did not think it mattered.
He turned and caught Stella’s gaze just as her teeth let go of her bottom lip. “I’m not sure I’d call it going rogue,” she admitted.
“No? What would you call it?”
She hesitated. “Following the heart?”
Morpheus rose an eyebrow but said nothing more. “Did your mother truly never speak of the dream?”
Stella shook her head. “She never told me anything about my father. What he looked like, his name…that he was, essentially, a figment of her imagination.” She let a short breath of morbid amusement leave her nose. “I didn’t even know he wasn’t human until I travelled to the Dreaming for the first time.”
Morpheus’s lips curved into a smile and Stella felt the knot in her throat shift down slightly at the sight of it. “Lucienne told me of that,” Morpheus said. “Conveniently you appeared in the library.”
The first raindrop of many splashed on the outside window. Stella absently reached out to place a finger against it, following it as it trickled down towards the ground. “Lucienne told me everything I didn’t know about myself,” she said. “She taught me how to control the travelling. She could never find anything about my father, of course. It seems…everyone anyone ever knew about him died with my mother.”
She said the last words quietly, and Morpheus frowned. He knew he had treated her less than she deserved since they had begun his journey to find his tools. It had been a consequence of multiple emotions. Wariness of the unknown. Grappling for his handle once again. Challenged by all that had changed and been created in his absence. He had, in a sense, been afraid, and he could admit that now. Stella truly was no more than a young girl. He could sense the dream in her, not just in her powers but in the way she acted and simply was. She had a view on the world that was not human, though that part of her, the mortality, shone incredibly bright within her. No dream would shed tears at the sight of Death’s job. No dream would act as stubborn and resilient as she had. She was both dream and mortal, through and through, and Morpheus could find less reasons now to fear that. To fear her.
Without a word, he reached an arm across and placed his hand lightly on her shoulder. Stella glanced down at it before she flicked her eyes up to meet his, an air of innocent confusion swirling amidst the green.
“I am sure your mother is watching over you,” he said.
Stella blinked. She swallowed down the lump and soon felt it disappear. She withdrew her finger from the window just as Morpheus squeezed her shoulder once and let go to walk towards the door.
“Come, Stella,” he said, stopping by the door and giving her a small smile. Times were changing, and so was he. “Let’s go home.”
Sandman Masterpost
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laughing, for @taznovembercelebration
Istus has noticed a lot about Kravitz’s new little friend, Taako. She’s noticed that they’ve bonded very quickly, and that Kravitz is coming home from first grade a lot happier than he did kindergarten. She’s noticed that they spend all their time together and can’t seem to get tired of one another. She’s noticed he’ll wear the same clothes several days in a row, and that he’ll never, ever refuse a snack, or a second snack, or a third. She’s noticed the big-eyed stare he gets on his face when she and Raven are sweet on him, how stunned and pleased he is when Kravitz grabs his little hand to run around and pretend that the carrots in the chicken and stars soup gave them magic wizard powers.
They’re good for each other, she decides, and she and Raven have an understanding that Taako, as well as his twin, are always, always welcome, although they appreciate a heads-up when it’s going to happen.
The funny thing about kids is they make you incredibly aware of the passage of time, and Raven and Istus had Kravitz late in their lives anyway, so every time Istus turns around, they seem to be getting bigger. Her darling baby gets taller and broader, though he always stays soft around the middle, precious thing, and she finds herself slipping a hand-me-down into Taako’s backpack here and there. It’s okay if he has to cuff the jeans–at least they aren’t falling apart at the seams.
Those sweet boys grow together like fungi and algae, and they’re lichen each other a lot. Fewer kids come to Kravitz’s birthday party every year, until it’s just Taako, and that makes her chest ache, but she and Raven use it as a full excuse to spoil the boys, and Taako’s family never seem to care what they do, especially if Lup gets to join them, if she doesn’t have a birthday party to go to. One year they go to the big zoo in the next state over, and they spend over an hour in the aquarium section of the park. She watches Taako do cartwheels, watches the dolphins mirror him, watches Kravitz watching Taako with absolute delight. Raven tells her they don’t need to buy out the gift shop, but hell, what is money for if you can’t plaster the world’s biggest smile on a couple of bright-eyed kids very seriously drafting a custody arrangement for a life-sized stuffed dolphin?
They even fall asleep on it on the long drive home.
Halloween and Christmases and pizza nights and study sessions and sleepovers pass like blurry cows out the window of a moving vehicle, and they grow up, grow closer, grow to understand the world a little deeper. Taako figures it out first, of course, clever little beastie. Poor Kravitz has a long series of accidental girlfriends he didn’t know how to say no to. Poor Kravitz googles “how to break up with a girl” and asks about the Girlfriend Rules, serious as the grave. Poor Kravitz has to heal things with his best friend over and over, clueless as to why Taako’s so upset, and refuses to explain.
“I just wish I was gay, so I could marry Taako and never have to deal with this again,” he grumbles, too big for a bedtime story but too soft and sweet to let go of the comforting routine. Raven has it written all over her face, but Istus manages to hold her off. Raven chews through parenting article after parenting article that night, and Istus looks over her reading glasses and laughs softly.
“We should tell him,” she says.
“He’ll figure it out,” Istus promises.
And he does, although it gets harder and harder not to say anything without him bringing it up first. And by the time he does, Taako’s gotten himself a football boy from the other high school, and Kravitz bemoans the fact that he wouldn’t want to go to the stupid dance if Taako wasn’t going, and they always used to have a sleepover and laugh about the weirdos who liked that kind of thing, and what a horrible betrayal it was that Taako wouldn’t talk to him about this first, and why would he do such a thing?
And Istus just looks at him, and dawn breaks slow and steady and cold on his face, and he flops back on his bed and lets all the air out of his body in one long raspberry.
“Permission to swear?” he says, which he hasn’t bothered to do since he was twelve.
“Granted,” Istus says, of course.
“Fuck,” he says, barely a breath, hardly audible, more than fair.
“I think we can help you come up with a plan,” Istus says, and she and Raven and Kravitz pick him out a tasteful suit, gangly now, who knows how he’s suddenly taller than Raven, and they order flowers, and Kravitz drafts a letter he doesn’t show them. And the night of the dance, they drive him to the school, and soothe his nerves, and promise him it’ll be alright. And they do the hardest part, the most important part, the part of parenting that comes again and again and hurts every time: they let go.
Istus waits for the text for a ride home, and it doesn’t come, and at eleven thirty pm, she hears the door open, and soon they’re laughing in his bedroom again, and she knows it’ll be okay.
They’re good for each other.
#taakitz#taakitz fic#taz#tazb#taz balance#the adventure zone#the adventure zone balance#fan5fics#taznc#i cried
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RORY WEEK DAY 2: PRE-VAMPIRE
Summary: When Rory woke, he didn’t recognize anything surrounding him. Not only was it not his house, but everything was extremely blurry. As he staggered to his knees and squinted through his glasses to try and understand where he was, a tall man in all black stood in from of him.
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When Rory woke, he didn’t recognize anything surrounding him. Not only was it not his house, but everything was extremely blurry. As he staggered to his knees and squinted through his glasses to try and understand where he was, a tall man in all black stood in front of him.
“Wow, you’re not dead?” He said, smirking at the trembling kid beneath him. All Rory could do was shake his head and try to stop his bottom lip from quivering. The man helped Rory up and ripped the pair of glasses right off his face.
“You won’t be needing these, okay?” He laughed, crushing them on the ground with his boot. Rory jolted back with how much better he could see now, and looked forwards at the stark pale man in front of him. His teeth were long and sharp, his hair jet black and sticking straight up. He grabbed Rory’s shoulder and gripped it hard in case he tried to run away.
“Jesse! Are you done cleaning up?” A voice shouted from outside. A guy in a skull t-shirt and curly hair appeared from behind him.
“Almost,” He said, turning around to face the other guy, flinging Rory in the same direction with his arm still attached to his shoulder.
“We got one more!”
“So… he was bit twice?” Gord, who Rory now knew the name of, asked.
“Seems like it!” Jesse responded. Rory was staring at the two of them in awe as they tried to figure out exactly what happened.
“So Erica didn’t drink all his blood? How odd…” Gord said.
“Where is she?!” Rory shouted. He could believe it! He had fangs just like Jesse did, and they were so sharp that he poked his lip after he finished talking. He could feel he had drawn blood, but when he reached up to wipe it away, it was already gone, and his lip felt like it hadn’t been cut at all.
“Yeah, you’re gonna need to learn how to control that,” Jesse told him.
“You’ll stop poking yourself eventually.”
“Look, like this,” Gord said as two sharp fangs shot out of his normal row of teeth. He gave Rory a ghoulish smile to demonstrate. The two workshopped with Rory and eventually he could control his fangs.
Eventually Jesse and Gord took Rory out of the house and walked him to the front gates. The two stepped aside to talk.
“You really wanna keep this one? Can’t we just fly him across the border and drop him off in Michigan?” Jesse said. Even though they were far away, he could hear everything they were saying, which scared the crap out of him.
“No! You can’t keep doing that!”
“Why not? Michigan is nice!”
“I don’t think I’d like Michigan!” Rory shouted at them. The two dropped the facade and walked back to him.
“Listen, you can’t tell anyone you’re a vampire, okay?” Jesse said in a patronizing tone, like he was talking to a 2nd grader.
“I’m a vampire?! Cool!” Rory shouted.
“I don’t think we can keep this one! He seems too stupid!” He yelled at Gord after shushing Rory to be quiet.
“Fine, whatever you say,” Gord conceded. With unnatural speed, Gord ran behind the two and pulled a large wooden stake out from inside a large bush. Rory was thrown to face him in the blink of an eye, and saw Gord speeding towards him.
Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. He was freeing himself from Jesse’s grip for the first time in the night and dropped to the floor, gasping for air on his hands and knees. Gord and Jesse looked at each other as Rory sat down and stared up at the two, terrified at what they were gonna do next.
Rory was being thrown out of a black car onto the ground in a back alley before he knew it.
“You missed the ritual because you weren’t supposed to survive, so make sure you drink blood within the next 24 hours, or else you’ll die. Do you want to die?” Jesse asked him. Rory shook his head aggressively.
“We’ll let you know when we need you,” He finished, slamming the car door. The car peeled off before Rory could say anything.
Rory sat on the wet pavement and shivered from the fall breeze, trying not to cry. After composing himself, Rory made it his new goal to find Erica and make sure she was safe, maybe after getting some new clothes to wear, since his current ones were covered in his own blood and now mud. He peeked his head around the corner, and looked around, worried that someone might try and harm him. He then remembered when Gord tried to - what he assumes was - kill him just a few hours ago, he was able to escape just fine. So maybe he was invincible now! Just like Superman! He ran down the street, realizing that the wind hit his face much harder, and that he made it to the end of the block in only a few seconds instead of minutes. He jumped for joy, elated to know that he was now a superhero, the same way his favorite characters were in the comic books. But that excitement stalled when he stopped jumping and felt a pain in his body. He was hungry.
Rory strolled along the sidewalk, being overly cautious to not seem like a very strong and very cool vampire, which caused him to hike his knees up to his chest every time he lifted up his leg to walk, and clenched his hands into fists and kept his elbows up. He came across a scary looking store that he would normally never enter, but since it was the only place open he went in anyway. There was loud music playing that hurt his ears, and everything was dimly lit. He was all of a sudden being harassed by a man from behind the counter. Rory could feel himself tense up, not only because the guy was cursing at him to provide some identification before going further into the store, but because there was now a smell in the air that he had never smelt before that was absolutely wonderful, and he needed to have more of it. He only stalked up closer to him; he felt like he was no longer in control of his body. Before he knew it, he was behind the counter and the man's flesh was under his teeth, and he couldn’t stop drinking his blood.
This is what caused Rory to actually start crying. The mixture of the body beneath him and his favorite jacket being even more bloody than it was before all swept over him as he truly realized what he had become. But the taste made it all feel worth it. He would do it all over again if that meant he could get more. That thought is what stopped the tear from flowing down his face, and what caused him to stand up and walk away like nothing had happened. Rory then found himself clothes shopping in the adult store, grabbing very gaudy and absolutely fantastic looking clothes that were definitely not his size, but were perfect for his brand new life. He was quick to get home, which was a new perk he was really enjoying, and skipped up to his room without being detected by his mother. Vivian was such a heavy sleeper that he was able to shower and change without her waking up to notice.
He didn’t even have to think about laying or sitting down the entire night, he was filled with so much energy. Excitement, wonder, and just a little bit of sorrow (that he tried his best not to think about) all ran through him as he bounced around his room until the sun started to rise. The light peaking through his window stung his skin a bit, so he grabbed the sunscreen and lathered it thick onto his skin before heading out the door for school. What surprised him the most, besides how quickly he made it to school or how he could lift an entire park bench if he wanted to, was that he didn’t see Erica anywhere all day. It wasn’t until after school that he saw his friends Ethan and Benny, who were shocked and anxious about him being a vampire now, but Rory tried to not let them harsh his vibe. But after that conversation, a lot of the memories from the night before started to rush back to him, especially after he came to find out what Jesse meant by “we’ll let you know when we need you.” Rory was gonna do his best to have fun and do whatever his new vampire friends asked him to, even if they weren’t all that nice to him. He was just excited to be alive, and to get more blood sometime soon, because he was starting to get hungry again.
I apologize if this isn't the best, I wrote it sort of last minute and didn't have time to go back and edit it. I still think it's cool, so let me know what you think about it! Thanks for reading!
#sorry this is so late!#i waited until last minute to post it lol#roryweek#roryweek2023#mbav#my babysitters a vampire#my babysitter's a vampire#rory keaner#rory mbav#mbav fanfic#mbav stuff
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