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In Deep ; Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader

Summary: When Tuk gets stuck underwater, there's only one person who can save her...

Lil bit angsty, lil bit fluffy. If you're sensitive to matters related to drowning, I suggest you skip this story.

If not, then enjoy! 💙

"Aaaand, I'm officially done."

Hands burning, you release the final inky braid of your boyfriend's that you've been working on.

Leaning his head back against your lap from his seat on the floor, Neteyam's glimmering eyes meet yours as he beams.

"Thank you, yawntutsyìp, what would I do without you?"

You don't get a chance to answer as he gently pulls your face down to meet his, the glass of your exopack chilly against his forehead. When he finally releases you, he's smiling wider than ever, but the same can't be said for the other figure present.

Sharpening her spear, Neytiri's glare never leaves you. Throughout the six month's worth of courting her son, you've never once been able to win her approval. Seeing her pride and joy be practically polluted by a damned tawtute was not her vision for the eldest Sully child.

And you felt that. Even without the prejudices against your species, what could you possibly offer her family? You lack the basic genetics that make the Na'vi so wondrous, not to mention the survival skills and intelligence. No matter how much Neteyam tells you otherwise, you feel inferior. And Neytiri's hostility doesn't help.

Yet in spite of it al, Neteyam had been defiant of his mother for the first time in his life. And it was all in pursuit of you; his star girl, his little love, his mate.

He catches your worrisome look and follows your eyes over to his mother's. With a sigh, he frowns at her silently, but her eyes remain the same, burning more ferociously than the campfire between you. No one says a thing; well, no one actually gets the chance.

"Help! HELP! It's Tuk!!"

The sound of Kiri's voice is the only thing that snaps Neytiri's attention away from you and her son. The teenage girl sprints over to where you all rise from your seats in a panic. She's gasping for breath and drenched from the ocean's waters.

Neteyam takes a step towards his sister, flashing you a worried, yet warm, look before he does so. Ever the level-headed communicator, he puts a hand on her shoulder, "Kiri, slow down. What's happened?"

"We- me, Lo'ak and Tuk- were free diving, and she spotted that new species of coral- you know, the one Norm told us about?"

Your eyes widened at that- you knew exactly which species she was talking about. A mysterious unnamed specimen with the ability to interact with the energy around it, not dissimilar to the Venus Flytrap plants you'd read about on Earth. Norm had told you all about this new discovery made by one of the botanists, detailing it's features and abilities. It was honestly quite fascinating; powerful, alive, dangerous.

"This new species, yes, I remember." Neteyam's green eyes transform with an amber hue just as Neytiri begins bombarding Kiri with a million questions.

"Well, we went to get a better look at it, and I told Tuk not to touch, but she didn't listen!" Kiri begins to cry, her face wracked with guilt. By this point, several overhearing Metkayina have joined the scene, "It's got her!"

"I can't reach her...the gap in the coral is too small..." Lo'ak suddenly appears on land, visibly exhausted.

"Can't we cut her free?" Neteyam sensibly suggests, but his siblings shake their heads.

"We tried, but whenever you cut a piece, even more grows!" Kiri wailed, prompting Lo'ak to put an arm around her. You make a mental note to suggest the name 'Hydra' to Norm once this is all over. "There's a gap in the coral-"

"-I will go!" Neytiri booms, ridding herself of her bow and spear. Lo'ak, however, stops her in her tracks.

"It's no use, mother! The gap is way too small, I couldn't fit through it..."

You squeeze Neteyam's hand sympathetically, and when his amber eyes meet yours, you get an idea. Amidst all the commotion, the panicked voices and desperate dives into the water, it all becomes crystal clear to you.

"I'll get her out."

Everyone's attention snaps over to you in an instant, not quite believing what you've just said.

"My love, it's far too dangerous! What if the water leaks into your mask?" Neteyam kneels down in front of you, sternness lacing his features. You simply shake your head.

"I'm the only one who can reach her and fit through the gap, I must go."

Neteyam exchanges a worried glance with his siblings, ignoring his mother's scornful expression. Lo'ak and Kiri nod to him, and he knows what he has to do.

"Then I will go with you."

"What's going on?"

Jake suddenly appears with Tonowari, presumably returning from some sort of meeting.

"No time to explain, Dad. Please could you fetch Y/N's spare mask?" Neteyam briefly requests, and is met with a nod of his father's head.

Meanwhile, you hurriedly rid yourself of your blouse. It's a flowing, loose fabric- certainly not appropriate for swimming. With no other choice, you're left in your bra before taking Neteyam's hand and diving into the water.

Lo'ak and Kiri promptly follow, helping you get down to the specific spot. Several other Metkayina follow you in, unable to help, but worried for the youngest Sully.

When you see Tuk, you have to do your best not to panic. She's more-or-less unconscious, limbs entangled in the coral's moving tendrils. Neteyam's grip on your hand tightens, but you place yours on his chest, wordlessly reassuring him, and he lets you go.

Lo'ak helps you over to the small gap in the coral. It's no wonder the siblings struggled, the opening is barely wide enough for a human to fit through. Yet, somehow you do, mindful of the fact that one wrong move would put you in the exact same situation as Tuk. With that in mind, you carefully make your way to her body after taking Lo'ak's knife from him.

There's really no other choice but to cut Tuk free, but you have to make quick work of it. Thankfully, your nimble fingers are up to the task as the Sully siblings watch on desperately.

But, amidst your hard work, you fail to notice that the suction lining of your exopack had come slightly free along your jaw, letting in a small trickle of water and, in turn, a whisper of oxygen out.

Neteyam goes to lunge towards you, noticing a small amount of water build up in your mask. But Lo'ak holds him back, signing that you're fine.

That's what you try to tell yourself as you hold your mask to your face tightly, cutting away at the last couple of coral tendrils. When you give Kiri the signal, she slashes an opening above you, and you haul Tuk's body out of the coral entrapment before the tendrils can grow back.

The rest of it becomes a blur. The Sully siblings are at your side in an instant, hauling you and Tuk up the surface. Your mask continues to fill with water and once it floods above your nose, you hold your breath. But, by some miracle, your head soon breaks through the water's edge above you.

Kiri and Lo'ak take Tuk from you while Neteyam wraps his arms firmly around your waist. "It's going to be alright, my love, we're almost there..."

He continues to murmur to you comfortingly through his own panic, finally reaching Jake and grabbing for the spare mask. "I'm going to take this off, alright?"

You have no time to acknowledge his words before your mask is swiftly swept off of your face and the new, dry, undamaged replacement is secured against your skin. You gasp in jagged breaths, only now processing it all as Neteyam bundles you against him.

"My brave, brave girl..." he whispers into your hair, cupping the back of your head as you both float in the water. For a moment, the both of you seem to forget about Tuk, and it's only when you hear her coughing back on the shore that you remember.

"Oh, thank Ewya!" Neytiri gasps, sobbing hysterically as she reaches to comfort her youngest daughter. "Don't you ever do that again, do you hear me child?!"

Tuk nods with a cry, before rushing over to you. "Y/N, you saved me! Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

The rest of the family smile at the two of you, Jake and Lo'ak thanking you profusely while Kiri joins yours and Tuk's group hug.

"Hey, hey, careful. She needs to breathe..." Neteyam protectively instructs, gently pulling his sisters off of you. You smile at them and mouth a silent 'thank you' to your boyfriend, before turning to hug him as he kneels to your height.

"My love," Neteyam's deep voice draws a soft smile from you as he tenderly cups your cheek, "you were so brave."

You can't help blushing at his praise, but grasp at his hand that's cupping your exopack-covered cheek and pull him closer. "You would've done the same if you could have, ma 'Teyam..."

The longer you hold him, the more pronounced the little sniffles heard from him become. Pulling back, you eye him worriedly, 'What is it, 'Teyam? Are you alright?"

Coaxing his eyes open by running the pads of your fingers beneath them, his tearful irises meet yours. "I could've lost you, little one..."

"But you didn't," you gently remind him, holding his hand over your heart, "I'm here, and I love you. Okay?"

Neteyam nods forcefully, almost as if an absence of the action would make you disappear. Yet, his eyes never leave yours. Not even for a moment.

"I love you...so deeply...even deeper than the waters you just braved for my sister..."

Now it's your eyes that overflow with salty tears and you throw your arms around Neteyam's broad shoulders. "I love you, 'Teyam...Nga yawne lu oer..."

"Y/N,"

The sound of your name breaks up the tender moment prematurely, and you spring away from Neteyam. In truth, you'd forgot that his family, and several people from the Metkayina tribe, were watching.

It had been Neytiri's voice that cut through the sweet moment like a knife through butter. You gulp, craning your neck to face the Sully matriarch, who's shrugging off her mate's hand from her shoulder.

You're surely for it now.

But to your pleasant surprise, she drops to her knees and hangs her head in..shame? Eyes wide, you look at her children and Jake, wondering what on Pandora you're supposed to do now. But they all smile softly.

"Forgive me. I've underestimated you, thought you like them. But you saved my child at your own risk. I was wrong."

You can tell that Neytiri's English isn't quite advanced enough to fully communicate her thanks. But it's there in her eyes.

"Please, forgive me..."

With a gentle nod of your head, you smile. You never expected Neytiri to see you as anything other than a Sky Person, but you really didn't expect her to grab at you and pull you into a hug.

Your arms raise to your side in surprise, and the look on your face is clearly comical enough to make Lo'ak burst out laughing- until Jake smacks him up the side of his head. Tentatively, you return Neytiri's hug. "I forgive you..."

"You are good for my son," Neytiri pulls back to look at you with a warmth you've never seen before, "thank you."

"Okay, Mother, let little Y/N breathe." Neteyam chuckles, gently pulling you back towards him. Neytiri shakes her head at her son's overprotectiveness, but fondly places her hand atop your head for a short moment before returning to fuss over Tuk.

You turn back to Neteyam and a soft hum leaves his lips and his eyes trail over your face, before he notices some Metkayina boys gawking at you. Only then do the both of you realise that you're stood in your bra and a pair of shorts.

"W-we, uh, let's get you back to the lab, get you some more clothes." Neteyam suggests, using his towering advantage to shield your body from prying eyes as his own glare at the intruders.

"Good idea," you giggle, desperate to be a little more concealed now that you're aware of your state, "I could do with a nap."

"I'm not surprised," Neteyam's face softens and he tilts his head, "may I join you?"

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j0kers-light · 6 months

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Hello! Could I ask about scenario where The Joker has been very distant lately to Y/N always busy and almost never around her anymore which left reader very confused and upset. (((Now obviously he’s not cheating or anything like that he’s just too busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or something —but ohh well your insecurities get the best of you))). It’s been about good 3 months since she saw him he wasn’t replying to her texts and when you called him it always directed you to voicemails. It could be only two things he could’ve moved on from you or he is too damn busy to even pick up your calls…. So you decided to go on a date with some rando to push your feelings aside. Because at the same time, you couldn’t just sit around and wait for The Joker, that was just stupid. You aren’t even sure what’s going on?? It was exciting at first, in the heat of the moment because you were a bit attention-starved to be fair. But now as you’re getting ready you’re having second thoughts about it all and how risky it could be. Joker is a very very jealous and possessive man and he could be literally everywhere you knew he had his goons looming around you to make sure you’re safe. But you gulped those thoughts away and went out anyways. Well that was worst decision of your LIFE as long behold he found out …..now it’s up to you how you continue and interpret all this because I’m really bad at it (sooo sorry) he either ruins the date or is waiting for reader at her apartment….literally however you want it you can even change some stuff in the middle I really don’t mind 🙏🙏 I just need more jealous joker in my life (I have serious issues) it could be angst fluff smut🤭🤭🤭🤭or even everything as I said I really don’t mind. Thank youuuuu✨💕🪷

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The number you have dialed has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet. Please try calling again later.

You groaned in frustration and tossed your phone on the bed. If your hair wasn't up in protective braids you would've ran your hands through your hair. When did it get like this? Calling, waiting up, and wishing for a smidgen of communication from Joker– only to receive absolute silence?

Joker being distant was putting things mildly. He had up and ghosted you.

One night you were kissing him goodbye and the next GCN reported that Joker had gone M.I.A. Funny how he was seen two days later shooting at Batman's tank of a car down Dini Hwy but sure.. Joker was 'missing.'

Joker was actively terrorizing Gotham City streets, he was only M.I.A from your life. A part of you wanted to create a missing person's report but that wouldn't end well.

The entire GCPD force would be breaking down your door by the time you uttered, "Yes, I haven't seen my boyfriend, The Joker, in months."

You weren't quite sure who put a label on this ill fated relationship but the minute it was established, everything started to fall apart.

You would lie awake at night thinking about the downfall to you and Joker's relationship. Maybe you should have been content with the uncertainty and kept things vague. Not knowing where you stood with the infamous clown— but still together, was better than a missing boyfriend and an empty bed.

You found yourself watching the news like a drug addict trying to catch a glimpse of your man to make sure he was alive and well.

Perhaps he was just busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or whatever he does when he's out messing with Batman. You couldn't bear the thought of Joker cheating on you.

If Joker was cheating on you with Batman, you'd kill your self with a spoon but J really wanted the vigilante dead so you breathed a bit easy on that front.

That didn't stop you from freaking out anytime Joker grabbed a female on live tv. You watched with an envious eye for any inkling of Joker being attracted to her. Killing the poor girl put your mind at ease but then you'd feel awful for your lack of remorse. For now Joker had eyes only for you. But how long would that last was the burning question.

It became a vicious cycle of waiting for Joker to come home, calling his cell, it going to voicemail, or him straight up ignoring your texts, to crawling into bed and trying not to cry about it. But you couldn't deny the inevitable.

Joker abandoned you and you weren't some heartbroken blonde in an early 2000's romcom.

You refused to cry and mope around the penthouse. You would not stoop to eating buckets of ice cream and gorging on assorted candies to overcome your heartache.

You happened to be a young, sexy, and intelligent woman of color with access to online dating apps! There were plenty of eligible men in Gotham who would kill to be with you.

You can and would move on. Screw Joker and his inability to provide basic necessities in a relationship. Being present was a requirement!

Your hurt feelings morphed into petty vengeance and you snatched your phone from where you tossed it earlier in a blind rage.

Your thumb hovered over Bruce's profile until you sighed and scrolled past it. No matter how much you wanted to rebound date anyone to get over Joker, Bruce didn't deserve your toxic energy.

So you kept scrolling until you found the DO NOT CALL EVER AGAIN and the GURL HAVE YOU NO STANDARDS contacts. You should have deleted these contacts ages ago but you simply forgot.

You almost hit the dial icon on one of them until you swore you heard the front door slam shut– but alas it was just your broken heart playing tricks on you.

Joker wasn't coming back and you had to accept that to move on. Your thumb hovered over one of your past tinder hookups.

"This is stupid! Just call the number, Y/n. If he answers, then flirt! He's a classic tool, he definitely won't care if this is only a one night stand. Get what you need from him and onto the next one!"

Your pep talk was good but you just couldn't commit. Even after Joker left you high and dry, it felt wrong to move on.

You threw your head back and groaned at the ceiling.

Why did you have to love Joker so much?! You still clung to the possibility of him returning and loving you unconditionally but that was a fool's dream.

"He's gone Y/n. Maybe a walk will help clear my head and do me some good." It seemed to be a tried and true coping mechanism whenever your head was in a tizzy. It's what got you in this relationship in the first place.

You went out to clear your head and met Joker that fateful night. If the chance rose to go back in time and avoid meeting Joker, you'd hesitate to do so.

He gave you so many fond memories. You couldn't erase that even if it saved yourself from heartbreak now.

You donned some good walking shoes that matched your current outfit and headed down to the ground floor.

It was a beautiful morning and you let your mind disconnect to breathe in some fresh air. This is what you needed. Some time spent outside and not cooped up in your depressing apartment thinking about your failed relationship.

You felt more like yourself already the longer you stayed out.

You were mindless during your wandering and you didn't notice your surroundings until strong hands grabbed and yanked you back onto the sidewalk.

You yelped at the unexpected rescue and tuned out the honking and the slew of curses a taxi driver shouted at you through his window.

What did your carelessness cause this time? You were using the designated crosswalk and you had the right of way, so what gives?

Your eyes followed the bulky arms still holding you, up to a handsome face animated in concern. It was then you noticed the guy who saved you was talking.

"—be more careful! These taxi drivers don't yield to pedestrians anymore. Hey.. are you listening to me?" He eyed you up and down, mostly in concern but admiring your beauty all the while.

You were doing the same. A ray of sunlight beamed down and highlighted your hero's honey brown eyes and you blinked in awe at his model-like features staring at you.

Finally someone was giving you attention and the man was drop dead gorgeous. Who could blame your brain for malfunctioning?

He smirked at your lack of response and flashed his pristine teeth your way. He was checking off all of your requirements for a potential partner so far or perhaps your standards were just at an all time low. A flaw of your separation anxiety no doubt.

Joker was the last thing on your mind when this man was in front of you giving you attention.

"Uh sure.. um.. T-Thank you." You said after a few beats of awkward silence.

"Don't thank me just yet. I gotta say, I'm thinking impure thoughts about you." He said.

You quirked an eyebrow at his brute honesty although his baritone voice made you forget in an instant. You were a sucker for a sexy voice and much to your delight, he kept talking.

"Sorry, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Because d__n. You are."

Another checkmark on the 'yup he's datable list.'

What were the odds of someone as attractive as him showing you affection ever again? You were lonelier than ever before and quite frankly you were ready to risk it all for an ounce of attention.

You ducked your head to hide your smile and he wanted nothing more to tilt your chin up and see it in all its glory.

Your smile was so radiant, he was a goner at a mere glimpse.

"I'd love to know your name, your number.." He sucked his teeth and admired your beauty, "your favorite position in bed..."

He probably meant to say that last part more so to himself but you still heard it.

You had to pump the brakes on that one. "Easy there.. At least take me out to dinner before you slut me out." You laughed in jest but he leaned into your personal space, taking your words seriously.

"Oh bet? What're doing later?"

Wait, that pickup line actually worked? You were so out of practice.

You shielded the sun from your eyes and stared up at your newfound crush. He was waiting for a response with a flirtatious grin etched on his face. So you gave him an answer.

"You tell me. What do you have in mind?" You flashed him another smile that rivaled the sun.

He chuckled and subtly moved so he blocked the sun rays for you. A small gesture that you instantly noticed. He was tall but not overly so like Joker. You hated your brain for comparing this new guy to your estranged clown but you couldn't help it.

Would this be a new habit; comparing insanity to normal? You really missed Joker..

"Confident and sexy. I like that. How about..." The guy dug inside his pockets and procured a business card. He clicked a pen and jotted something down on it before handing it to you.

You were so caught up in his charm that you didn't acknowledge his attire.

He was dressed for the office with his dress shirt folded up to his forearms, showing off veins that made you swoon, and a hint of ink crawling up his bicep. The writer in you was having a seizure.

He was the perfect sexy corporate alpha male and he locked down the troupe by handing you his business card with a wink.

"Get home safely, call or text me– whichever you prefer sunshine, and we'll make plans for tonight. Sounds good?" He waited until you read the embossed cardstock in your hand.

Tristan J. Price. | Marketing | Court OwlHouse Books

You knew the publishing company personally. They presented you a nice offer before Cindy counter offered with a contract that you couldn't refuse. You pocketed his phone number and nodded.

"Yeah, it sounds great! I don't have a card but um.. my name's Y/n." You played with one of your braids and went for it. "I'll call you later, Tristan."

He tested your name on his lips. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I look forward to it."

You gave him a small wave and began walking back the way you came. Something told you to look back and sure enough, Tristan was watching you leave, biting his lip. He had no shame at being caught. His smile just grew bigger as he sent another wink your way.

A whirlwind of butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. You finally had options besides Joker for a partner. Things were looking up for once after all these months spent alone.

You flushed in embarrassment and turned the corner– not once noticing your undercover security detail watching your every move and reporting in.

Above all, Tristan was a gentleman and a shameless flirt.

You didn't waste time and called him the second you got home. He was more than pleased with your eagerness.

"I'm glad you're home safe, sunshine. Now let's talk business. Any allergies I need to be aware of? I really want to go all out and take you somewhere nice. You are definitely worth maxing my credit card."

You laughed and tried not to let the nickname used get to you.

A subconscious part of you was still Joker's Light, his Bunny, and every other pet name in between. You had no business being someone's sunshine. It felt like you were betraying Joker.

Talking and flirting with someone else was an act of betrayal and you began to have second thoughts about all of this.

"Girl! Joker has clearly moved on! Get over him and let Tristan bend you over!" Your mini devil appeared on your coffee table and tried setting you straight.

She enlisted help from her arch nemesis and you were shocked when your figurative angel materialized next to her, nodding along.

"She has a point Y/n. It's been months. It's time to move on although.. I suggest taking this slow so no bending on the first date." She glared at your imaginary devil in disdain.

Tristan stole your attention when he asked if you had been to a certain restaurant. You totally forgot you were on the phone with him! You were quick to reply and shake your head clear of any imaginary angel and devils talking to you.

You and Tristan talked all afternoon and at one point you asked if you were keeping him from work.

"Technically I'm on a very important conference call Y/n.."

You could see his flirtatious smirk over the phone and your heart warmed knowing you were important enough to take up his entire day.

You didn't mind the long conversation since you've been alone for months and needed human interaction. You honestly didn't care that things were progressing way too quickly with Tristan. It beat moping around with a broken heart and wishing for Joker to return.

Tristan was a breath of fresh air and offered you a new start in your dating life. You were ready to jump all in even if it was risky.

You nodded and answered his question. "Yeah Σtella is perfect. Will you make the reservations for us or let me guess. You know a friend of a friend that can get us a table on short notice?"

He laughed to himself but mentioned he did have connections, 'None like that I'm afraid.'

You could tell the connections were nothing nefarious since Tristan didn't have a single criminal bone in his body. After being around Joker for so long you could single out people's evil intentions. It was one of the many habits you had to quit cold turkey.

It would take some time to purge Joker from your life but you had to. He abandoned you and you couldn't dwell on it anymore.

Tristan ended the call to make the dinner reservations. He offered to pick you up but you politely declined.

Something told you it was best to keep him far away from the apartment until you knew for certain that Joker wasn't coming back. You were still optimistic that your dark clown would return and things would go back to normal but until then, you had to fend for yourself and take care of your own needs.

A black dress was selected from your closet with a low back. It would go great with your braids and the heels you already picked out. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready and desperately trying to shake off your cold feet.

Halfway through your glam session, Tristan texted you with a time and a suggestive line about saving room for dessert.

It made you flush red and make a split decision to change your underwear into something more racy.

If tonight was just dinner that was okay but if Tristan turned out to be a man of action and not just all talk, then you wanted to be prepared. You could be a slut for one night. It's secretly what you wanted.

You twirled in the mirror and liked what you saw. A strong confident woman moving on and taking the initiative.

You liked Tristan and he made it very clear that he liked you too despite just meeting earlier in the day. He wanted to see where this could go and you readily agreed being attention and touch-starved due to Joker's absence.

You were ready to date again but you did stop and consider the possibilities of Joker finding out.

Joker was very possessive and he had eyes and ears all over Gotham City. It would be nothing for him to find out you were going on a date but his actions as of late showed that he didn't care anymore. Joker ignored your numerous phone calls and texts.

Each one went unanswered. It was safe to say you were single now so you would act accordingly.

But with all the guesswork floating in the air, you weren't going to think about Joker tonight. He was banned from your mind. Tonight you were going to have fun and enjoy yourself with another man and begin anew.

Tonight was about you and your needs. If Joker couldn't provide, you'd go out and find someone who could. You kept that thought in mind all the way to the restaurant.

"I still think that waiter was staring at you too much. I get it, you are stunning– d__n, this dress will be the death of me– but my brother. She's on a date with me. I'm the luckiest man alive!"

You tried your best to ignore his happiness and keep things cordial. The two of you had come to a stop at the main entrance to your apartment complex.

"This is me." You pointed to the locked door.

Tristan admired the tall white building with a nod but there was an awkward air floating between the two of you. You just wanted to go home, Tristan was expecting more from the date.

Unfortunately Tristan was terrible at reading your body language. Or maybe you were just a good actress.

"Y/n did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" It was a lame excuse to stay in your presence a little bit longer. You awkwardly laughed and dodged his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

By all accounts dinner was textbook perfect. Tristan was ever the gentleman all night but his eyes were anything but. He listened to you talk and sprinkled in his opinions all the while complimenting you as a person.

There was a connection between the two of you and he made sure the conversation kept flowing to allow that spark to grow. Yet his eyes devoured you as if you were the main course and gave away his true intentions.

You wished his lust could ignite a flame within you; it didn't.

The food was amazing and you lost the fight on who would foot the bill. Tristan simply winked and said you could pay next time.

He was so confident that there would be a next time, you found yourself almost agreeing on another date. Everything was just so natural with Tristan. Normal was... nice but you longed for the unpredictable insanity that Joker brought to the table.

You shook your head in frustration. No matter how much you tried to forget about Joker, he was always in the corner of your mind, bearing down with his larger than life presence.

Even in the restaurant you felt like he was watching your every move.

You knew Joker's stretch of power knew no bounds. Your stomach was in knots at the thought of being discovered. Joker's goons could be anywhere; Joker himself could be seated at any of these tables ready to ruin your date, kill everyone in the vicinity, and drag you back home.

The possibilities were endless and before you knew it, you were in the early stages of a panic attack until Tristan cupped your cheek and distracted you.

Tristan was right there with his suave demeanor and sultry smirks.

"You okay sunshine? I hope you're not having second thoughts about the chef's choice. If you don't like it, you can always order something else." He smiled in the low lit room.

Any girl would fall head over heels for a man like Tristan. He was attractive, successful, and he had an air about him that was alluring. He was the perfect man, that is, if you liked boring.

Joker spoiled you for other men. You could never go back to charming businessmen or witty accountants.

You didn't want someone you could bring home to Mom. You were hooked on grease paint, cigarettes, heartache, and dark clowns that blew up hospitals for fun.

It was either before the main course or after one of Tristan's stories about his latest project that you realized, this wasn't going to work.

You smiled through the date out of respect and waited until he walked you home to let him down softly.

Tristan was a great guy, just not for you. Even worse, the guy was oblivious to the fact that you weren't interested anymore.

He was unfazed by your change in demeanor and flicked a wayward braid back over your shoulder. "I'll tell you again, you are gorgeous. I'm kinda tempted to take this dress off and see what's underneath. I bet she's beautiful too."

He moved in to hug you while you stiffened up in his arms. His attempts at flirting were now trashy and rude in your mind.

You didn't want Tristan anymore. You wanted Joker's warm arms holding you close— although you felt awful for still craving Tristan's attention. It was all you had. Could beggars be choosers?

Your hands wrapped around your date against your better judgment. You'd regret this later for sure. Your eyes wandered around the area as you berated yourself for stringing Tristan along.

Hugging him back went against your plans of kicking him to the curb and going upstairs to sleep off this terrible date. Your big citygirl plans of moving on were all for naught and you wasted perfectly good lingerie for a lame rebound date.

The street lights were on and oddly enough, it was just you and Tristan on the street.

The area usually had foot traffic even at such a late hour but it didn't register in your brain as odd. It was only when Tristan's hands moved to cup your backside that you locked eyes with a figure across the way.

He had a hood on but you saw him shaking his head at you in disappointment.

He lifted his head and your eyes widened seeing the familiar clown mask Joker always left lying around the penthouse after heists. That's when dread settled in your stomach.

You forgot Joker had eyes and ears everywhere. How could you be so stupid? He never left. You yelped and pushed Tristan away.

"Woah! Is everything okay, sunshine?" Tristan held up his hands while you began to hyperventilate on the sidewalk.

You didn't imagine things. Joker was still in your life. He was the most jealous man you ever met and you did the unthinkable and gave him a reason to be angry. You weren't safe. Tristan's life was in danger.

"I-It's not safe. I-I-I have to go..." You rambled on.

Tristan arched an eyebrow as you stumbled over your words. He couldn't understand a word you were saying but he knew all too well what was going on here.

"I get it." He smiled and gained your attention with his calm attitude. "I got competition, I'm not surprised. I mean look at you! You are... something else." He frowned when you continued to look away.

He hoped he wasn't being too forward but he felt the spark between the two of you.

Tristan leaned down and kissed you on the lips. It was passionate and sweet, a tad bit addictive but you were too mortified to acknowledge that aspect.

"Have a good night, Y/n. I'll text you later." Tristan gave you one more glance and walked away, leaving you frozen in place.

Tristan had it all wrong. There was no competition however he just signed his death certificate kissing you just then.

You were worried about your psychopathic, jealous boyfriend killing Tristan and then you for cheating. Joker had explicit rules. No one touches what's his.

Not only did you go on a date with someone else, you let that same man kiss you. You knew exactly what was in store for you.

Your eyes darted back across the street where you last saw the goon. They were gone and that sent icy cold fear in your veins. It was only a matter of time that Joker found out about your little tryst.

You were counting the days to your death.

You couldn't sleep to save your life.

It had something to do with the fact that you tossed and turned, gave up and paced the room back and forth, sat up expecting a phone call, text, heck; even a visit from your jealous clown all night. But nothing came. Surely your security detail had already reported his findings to Joker.

If you opened a dictionary and searched for Jealousy, a picture of Joker would be present. It was only a matter of time before J flipped out. You kissed someone else. Joker would be livid.

The silent anticipation was the worst.

You chewed your nails to the quick expecting Joker to barge into your penthouse and go insane. Scared was an understatement. You were petrified of Joker's wrath.

For two days, you walked on eggshells expecting Joker's return. He didn't and as the days grew in number, you panicked all the more.

Tristan also ghosted your phone calls and texts and you mourned the potential romance you gave up all because you were spooked.

You didn't question what you saw that night. You knew Joker's gang mask by heart and Joker was overly protective for it to be some fluke. He made sure you had a security team to watch over you at all times, no matter the circumstances. He would find out soon enough what you done.

Waiting for Joker's arrival was driving you insane to the point that every little noise made you jump.

It was nearing a full week after your failed date when you gave up and lowered your guard. You cut your losses and decided to stop living in fear. A good nap could calm your nerves.

The remnants of the day were bleeding from the sky in warm pastels when you woke up. The room was quiet until the bathroom door opened and your eyes darted over in fear.

Joker was walking out the bathroom, already dressed in loose sweatpants and nothing else.

He was towel drying his hair but immediately locked eyes with your frightened ones once he stepped into the room.

Time stood still as your brain caught up with the moment. You weren't dreaming. Joker was actually here. You weren't ready to face him.

Granted this was not how you expected to reunite with Joker after three months of radio silence and especially not after your brief moment of infidelity.

"J-Joker... you're home." Was all you could gasp out.

He looked the same, albeit a bit fatigued. He was devoid of makeup, letting you see the pure exhaustion etched on his handsome features and the unmistakable hurt swirling in his vivid green eyes.

One look therein had you self aware. Of course Joker knew. Nothing got past him.

"Please, I-I-I can explain!! You were gone for months and I t-thought.. I thought you didn't want me anymore. That you moved on! I was such an idiot! I.. Joker that date meant nothing, regardless of what your henchman told you–"

Joker said your name with such a dejected tone it made the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. "Y/n, shut. Up."

Joker tossed his towel across the room and didn't care that it barely landed on the leather couch before falling to the floor.

He'd worry about that later. His Light was on the verge of hysterics and he was not in the mood.

Joker walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed when you flinched from his touch but he cupped your brown face in his hands nonetheless.

"Y/n. Calm down and look at me." You slowly opened your eyes to glance at J. He was patiently waiting, blinking owlishly at you with an unreadable look.

You couldn't get a good read on Joker and that made you fear him more. Joker noticed and decided to go about this as plainly as possible to not scare you further. The last thing he wanted was you to fear him.

"I know about your... date. 'M not mad at you doll, rather.... at myself for allowing it to happen.Ya see.. I never wanted to leave." He sighed.

You blinked in confusion but let Joker continue.

"I didn't abandon you, Y/n. Never. I'll never do that. I got caught up in a errr.. pickle.. that kept me from my Light. I stayed away to protect you." Joker's thumbs gently stroked your cheekbones as you looked at him in shock.

His rare genuine smile spoke volumes. "It was toooo risky to come back soooo I stayed away. I tried to message ya but it was sabotaged and.... The point is Y/n! It was not my in-tent-ions to leave you all alone. I will always come back to my Light. Believe that pretty girl."

You felt like the biggest fool in all of Gotham. Joker was out risking his life to make it back to you and you gave up on him.

How was he not angry? It didn't make any sense.

"You weren't there. You were gone for months and I felt so alone. I was hurt and..." You tried not to get emotional but Joker's gentle touch and the way he stared straight into your soul with those abnormal green eyes of his was getting to you.

Joker's soothing touch had you breaking down in record time.

"I couldn't help myself! T-Tristan didn't mean anythi–"

In seconds, Joker's tender hold on you turned aggressive. His hands slid down to your throat and squeezed tight before you could finish your sentence. Your startled gasp rang out in the room.

"Don't.. ever say another man's name in front of me! I'll kill him. I'll do it. You. Are. Mine. You got that?" Joker waited until you croaked out a yes before loosening his grip. It was then you saw just how jealous Joker really was. His calm, cool, and collected attitude was all an act.

Underneath his exhaustion was the Jealous psychopath you knew and loved.

He sighed and let go to fuss over you. He smoothed your braids in place and nodded to himself when you were presentable and breathing properly. You were frozen in shock. He didn't even hesitate hurting you.

Joker's fluctuating mood was befitting his personality but it still made you wary. You eyed him sideways and Joker whined knowing you were thinking bad bad thoughts about him.

"M'sorry bunny I just... Argh! You just needed some attention, I. Get. It.. I'm not angry. I'm. Not. Hey.. ya wanna know a little secret?" You slowly nodded and Joker smiled wide before leaning in, almost as if he were to whisper in your ear.

"It was torture for me too. All those nights spent a-parT? Mmm I was thinkin' about you." His fingers played with yours resting in your lap.

"Really?" You asked.

Your mind quickly forgot about his random spurt of anger a moment prior, in favor of his suggestive tone at present. Joker was here and he was finally giving you attention. What more could you ask for?

He knew you loved his hands (and he knew you were touched-starved) and made sure to keep contact with you as he spoke.

"I missed my Princess and I knoooooow–" He yawned mid sentence, "..you missed me. C'mere, my Light. I wanna hold ya."

You hid your smile witnessing Joker be so unguarded and so unlike himself. You could tell he didn't sleep at all these past few months. Dark circles weighed down his gorgeous eyes and he literally made grabby hands at you. It was refreshing to know you weren't the only one touch-starved here.

Joker was the world's lightest sleeper. He could only sleep a full eight hours if he had his Bunny to cuddle up with. You had just woken up yourself but Joker needed his rest and he needed you.

You fell into his arms and he quickly maneuvered the both of you so he lied on the bed with you nestled on his side. You tossed your leg over Joker's hips and he held it there, rubbing his hands along your plushy thighs.

His hands became restless and began re-tracing all of your curves, (as if he could ever forget them in such a short amount of time) and came to a stop at the crown of your head. He hummed contently and left a kiss in your hair.

"I'm sorry you felt alone, Bunny. The plan wasn't supposed to take that long 'n especially not months. I can't promise I'll be able to return quickly, but I will always come back to my Light. Just... just don't give up on me, mkay?"

You nodded and glanced up at Joker. His eyes were closed, yet you knew his focus was solely on you. To prove your point, he opened his eyes and stared directly at you.

His emerald green eyes were drowsy but you could tell his words were sincere. His unique speech pattern was nonexistent the longer the conversation went. You had a raw and honest Joker lying beneath you.

So you decided to be honest in return.

"I promise, J. I won't give up on you. I only want you."

"Gooooood." He closed his eyes again and repositioned his head better on the pillows. "Cuz no one touches what's mine. Expect your uh.. punishment later." He yawned.

"What?!!" You tried to get up but Joker's arms tightened around you, keeping you lying atop of him. You wiggled in his grip and he growled in warning.

"J, I thought you said you weren't mad at me!"

He didn't see you pouting, however his hand still came down hard on your thigh. The sharp sting made you yelp in shock.

"I'm. Not. But ya still need to L-earn a lesson. My Bunny can't be sneakin' off and.. playing with others while I'm away. Tsk. Tsk. I'll uh f__k ya when I wake up. OH! You should rest too. Heh, you'll need your energy."

His warning hardly held any weight with the boyish grin plastered on his face. Without his clown makeup, Joker was a sight to behold.

You would prepare yourself for his tough love later. Right now you wanted to bask in Joker's presence. Three months was too long without him.

You snuggled up closer to your clown and began running your fingers through his hair. He loved when you did that. He was already snoring by the time you leaned up to kiss one of his scars.

"I'm just glad you're back." You whispered.

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ultrone · 1 year

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✶ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ꒱

synopsis. u steal ur girlfriend's sweatshirt

cw. no pronouns, just fluff & amber being moody

wc. 1.2k

Amber woke up to her alarm ringing, and as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, she realized it was Monday morning. She let out a deep sigh, knowing that it would be a long day at school. As she exited her bed, she glanced at her closet, searching for her favourite sweatshirt. But to her dismay, it wasn't there.

"Where the fuck is it?" Amber muttered to herself.

She had to find it, she just had to. It was the one that you had given her as a present, and ever since you told her how much you loved it on her, it had become her absolute favourite. She searched through her closet again, hoping that it would magically appear. She even checked her drawers, under her bed, and in her laundry basket, but still no luck. Amber felt a wave of frustration building inside her as she realized that she might have to go to school without it.

"Ugh, why does this always happen to me?" Amber groaned as she pulled out a plain black hoodie from her closet. It wasn't the end of the world, she reminded herself. It was just a sweatshirt. But it was the one you gave her, damn it, and she wanted to wear it.

She checked the time on her phone and realized that she was already running late. With a resigned sigh, Amber slipped on the black hoodie and headed out the door.

Amber found herself struggling to concentrate in class, feeling bored and disinterested. To make matters worse, she had already started her morning off on the wrong foot, and the only thing that could improve her mood was seeing you — though she knew she wouldn't be able to until third block. As she zoned out, she barely registered when Wes leaned over to talk to her.

"Hey, Amber, you look grumpier than usual today," Wes said, trying to be funny.

Amber snapped back, "Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Wes. Maybe if this class wasn't so mind-numbingly boring, I'd have a reason to smile."

Wes raised his hands in surrender, realizing he had touched a nerve. The class continued in silence until Amber's phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a text from her girlfriend, causing a soft smile to spread across her face.

Seeing her sudden change in demeanour, Chad, who was sitting at the same table, piped up, "What got you so smiley, Amber? Did y/n text you?"

Wes and Chad chuckled, but it was clear they were just teasing her. Amber rolled her eyes and told them to shut up before she started typing a reply to her girlfriend.

y/n: can’t wait to see u later, i miss u :(

amber: i miss u too babe, can’t wait to get outta here and see ur beautiful face

y/n: awww ily ambs <33 i want it to be third block already

amber: i know, me too. i'm so bored in this stupid math class. wes is being annoying as usual.

y/n: lmaooo what's he doing now?

amber: just making dumb jokes with chad

y/n: well, just ignore them and think about how we're gonna have so much fun in PE later 😛

amber: oh yeah, so much fun in PE. just what i always look forward to, sweating my ass off and smelling like a gym locker.

amber: but hey, at least i get to stare at your tits, they bounce so nicely when you run ;)

y/n: LMAOO stfu ihy 😭

amber: 😙

As the minutes ticked by, both you and Amber continued to exchange messages, eagerly counting down the moments until you could be together again. Amber was so lost in conversation that she barely noticed the bell ringing, signalling the end of class. With a start, she realized that she needed to hurry to make it to the gym on time for PE. Quickly gathering her things, she rushed out of the classroom and made her way toward the gym, feeling her heart race with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

As Amber made her way to the gym, her mind drifted back to the missing sweatshirt. She always wore it to PE, and now she was left without it. But worse than that, she knew that you would notice it was missing, and she felt bad for losing something that you had given her.

As she walked in, she saw her classmates getting ready for the class. They were all laughing and chatting, but Amber didn't feel like joining in. As Amber scanned the gym, she noticed that you were nowhere to be seen. Disappointed, she walked toward the lockers to get changed, hoping to see you there.

As Amber arrived at the lockers, she realized that you weren't there either. She quickly texted you asking where you were, but didn't receive a reply. She decided to get dressed and closed her locker, ready to head out to the gym.

Just as she was about to leave the locker room, you suddenly appeared from behind her and scared her.

"Jesus! What the fuck?" she exclaimed, jumping slightly. But as soon as she saw it was you, she relaxed and let out a laugh.

You immediately jumped into her arms, planting kisses all over her face, making her blush.

As Amber hugged you tightly, you continued to pepper her face with kisses, making her giggle uncontrollably. She then leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, savoring the feeling of your soft lips against hers.

But then, Amber's eyes fell on your sweatshirt, and she furrowed her brows in confusion. "Wait a minute," she said, mock-anger creeping into her voice. "Isn't that my sweatshirt?"

You looked down at the sweatshirt you were wearing and grinned sheepishly. "Uh, yeah. You left it at my place yesterday and I didn't want to say anything because it smells like you." You gave her your best puppy-dog eyes, hoping to win her over.

Amber looked at you with a mock stern expression before rolling her eyes and smiling. "I was looking for that all morning, you know," she teased. "But I guess now it'll smell like you too, so I'm okay with it." She leaned in to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. "But you better give it back to me after class or I’ll kill you," she said, her tone lighthearted and teasing. She didn't mind that you were wearing her hoodie; in fact, she found it endearing. But she couldn't resist a chance to tease you.

"Of course, of course," you said, grinning at her. "I wouldn't dare keep it from you. You know how much I value my life." You playfully crossed your heart with your fingers, pretending to be scared. "But can I at least wear it until the end of the day? It's so cozy, and it smells like you." You leaned in and nuzzled your nose against her neck, taking a deep breath to inhale the sweet scent of her hair.

"Mmm, sure. I suppose I can allow that for now," Amber said with a playful smirk. "But don't get too comfortable, because I'm coming for my sweatshirt after school." She ran her fingers through your hair and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before taking your hand and leading you towards the gym.

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unabashednightmarepizza · 7 months

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𝑀𝑦 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒

A/N: Okay, I got inspired again and this piece is just me, pouring my absolute and eternal love to the favourite place of mine: Mondstadt! This could be read in sagau or just any other normal piece of work but I wrote it with Creator!Reader AU in mind.

Because let's be honest, they welcomed the Traveller albeit a bit hesitantly, with open arms even when they were really busy with Dvalin situation... And I might be sick of writing/reading Mondstadt as one of the nations who tortured Creator!Reader 👉👈

"Mondstadt."

One might be wondering why the Creator was telling the nation of freedom's name right in front of the said nation but the answer was pretty clear to you as you stood before the entrance of the city with Venti next to you, looking pretty surprised himself with his aqua eyes wide open.

And no, it wasn't to punish someone.

Why was it that everyone thought you enjoyed torturing people when all they ever did was... to make you drunk?

"I'm choosing Mondstadt."

Because, ever since your arrival to the Teyvat, though most didn't trust you and rather tried funny things on you... The people of Mondstadt welcomed you with open arms, even if they were facing a crisis at the time which was "magically" solved very soon.

That was also a test on them and their Archon Barbatos, who went by the name Venti to honor a friend he once did and was unaware how badly things could have turned out had they been...

Well, you got the idea.

Now, Barbatos often prided himself to be your favourite which often got on the nerves of other gods and Archons. But he didn't give much thought to it as he floated around you as a little spirit at the time. Besides you wouldn't have specifically asked him to accompany you to everywhere you went if you didn't feel safe and secure, if you didn't like him, right?

"I see..." Zhongli said somberly while standing right outside the Gates of the city, his amber eyes filled with jealousy and anger directed themselves onto the shorter Archon next to you looking both surprised and proud as he held your hand. He had to pull himself together, however much it affected him, as he thightened his hand into a fist and looked at you with unconditional love and undetering loyalty, no matter whose nation you chose to stay.

"May I ask why, Your Grace?" He softly asked you, with no hint of anger or malice directed to you as you shuffled on your feet anxiously but held your head high. You were obviously the Creator, come on!

Venti looked at you with a turn of his head, his usually pouty lips forming a thight line as his hand naturally found yours. He remembered the first time you arrived, all the Winds and waters were singing and there was a feast of falling star in the sky. He remembered how he rushed to where you landed, the Tree of Vennessa, and were trying to get your balance back on your wobbly legs. His heart thumped inside his ribcage violently at your etheral body, the fact that you chose his land, the three that meant the world to him to ascend down...

He could have fallen on his knees in gratitude eit tears flowing down his soft cheeks and round eyes right then and there.

But what stood out the most was... The fact that you were scared.

And that damned fact made him almost collapse beneath your feet and beg for forgiveness, for something he didn't even know he did.

Please don't hurt me, one simple sentence that he never knew that could cause so much pain to him even after all the battles he fought. How could someone dare to hurt you enough to think that your Archons would do the same, as if they couldn't sense and feel you and your warmth they all once basked in?

Mind you Venti, you awkwardly thought after he explained everything, standing there like a shy kid, that you were the Creator and you had golden blood and he felt you, and cried on his knees for you to believe him as you patted his back and let him hug you thightly. The amount of fanfics I read about this situation made me a little paranoid.

But... Was he grinning and nuzzling closer to your neck?

After that, you were more relaxed. By now, everyone in Teyvat knew of who you were and already started to plan for your arrival in their nations. So far, Liyue and Inazuma were the most eager ones to have you while Sumeru and Fontaine just let you decide when and how you wished to come to their nation and you were glad for them giving you this choice.

But... Well, you didn't really want to leave here.

Mondstadt always stood out to you the most, even after seeing every other nation. Of course they were all special, but Mondstadt was... Home.

Every time you would get hurt in the game, you would immediately seek out to go to one of the Statues of Seven in Mondstadt. Every time you just wanted to stroll around, you would go to Starsnitch Cliff or Windrise and just listen to the nature, absolutely beaming and glowing with you there. It was cozy and warm here...

Then you would always pay a quick visit to the Dawn Winery and Wolvendom to see Diluc, his staff and then Razor and his family. Every time you suddenly appeared in the Winery, or insisted on helping Adelinde out even though the woman begged you not to do that since she knew Diluc would have a heart attack, yet you still did it.

After all, you were the one who cleaned your own home in your world.

Which, by the way, he did just as Adelinde thought every time as you pampered him with a sweet ringing laughter and swiped his soft hair away from his flaming hot face, all the while fawning over how soft and amazing it was and wanted to learn his secret at keeping it so tame.

And may You forbid it if you tease him about the color of his face and even kiss his forehead affectionately?

Now, you would have a very shy and flustered young man clinging onto your touches and love, something he was mostly deprived off, and warmth that couldn't even compare the one his body had because of his vision.

And sweet Razor? The clueless boy would always tug on your sleeves and run around with you, showing every hidden place and then stop and make a makeshift camp for you, eating whatever you found or hunted together. Other Archons would have had a stroke at seeing you sitting down on mud, eating and cooking simple food as you exchanged stories with him from your world as he listened intensely with wide eyes and animated voices.

He was especially into the Supernatural creature stories for some reasons.

Scolding Jean because she never takes a day off, telling Lisa that she was exceptionally bright, assuring Kaeya that he was enough... And then getting yourself into trouble with them by pranking, some adventures and even more... These were all the reasons why you loved here.

Because often, a place feels like home because of the people you met there and those who had an Impact on your life.

With a soft sigh and looking back to the lively city that welcomed you, you spoke with a voice that held many memories. Both from your world, days spent with farming and wishing for them and from this time when you were... Their God.

"Because all of you always saw me as something I have never been for the entirity of my time... A God, the Creator, The Divine, Godslayer, The First Who Came... Which is fine, really, having a lot of cool titles are amazing but..." You rambled off without realizing, worried that your words might piss the Archon off. But why would it?

You were his Creator anyways, and even if you weren't, you didn't deserve to feel bad for thinking the way you did, right?

But they both were just looking at you with soft eyes, clear devotion and understanding crystal clear in them as they only basked in your etheral voice that could bring them to their knees just by itself. Though Zhongli was bitter that you didn't choose to stay in his nation, it didn't mean that you would never visit and have some tea with him, right?

But Venti? Oh the shorter Archon was grinning like a cheshire cat as pride, joy and love filled his entire being.

All for you and because of you.

But a part of him was also smug and all knowing. Because who else would you go to? He was the first one to get to you, help you and protect you. You arrived to his city first, you asked help from them first and you blessed his city, his people, he himself first.

If Zhongli, or other Archons didn't get it then, it was their problem.

Not his.

Besides, he needed to have someone to dedicate his love songs to, after all! And what a coincidence it was that all those songs were about you and you had to listen to them as... The muse itself.

Zhongli was able to read all of these, at least most of it, since he once spent a lot of time with the childish yet strong archon. Unaware of the silent battle between these two that was ready to tear mountains apart for you...You remembered all the times you got to spend with Venti under the tree he usually sat down whenever he needed to pick his thoughts and spend some time with himself.

Alone, as only his winds companied him.

But, after you showed up with bright smiles and a promise to take his mind off of things with your stories or your flower crowns you made just for him because it would compliment him and his pretty face well to which he only accepted with a bashful smile and flushed cheeks, these lonely moments when he would think back to the past and all the mistakes he did turned out to be... A session where you both learnt to accept yourselves as the way you were.

Mistakes and all.

And that was why you were so sure of your reasoning as to why you chose them.

"They have seen me as Y/N..."

They stared at you shocked with wide eyes, perhaps even the other Archons who weren't present heard you and you were sure you heard some people falling behind you...

Must be your imagination.

You shrugged your shoulders and stared ahead of yourself with a small smile and slightly squeezed eyes, both a result of the bright sun that seemed like it felt your own happiness.

Though Zhongli seemed like he didn't understand what that sentence meant... Venti did, and his face visibly softened as a small oh left his lips. His hand silently sought yours to squeeze in assurance, to tell you that he knew what you meant and felt, your own eyes turned to look at him with your own shy smile as you accepted his slightly calloused hands.

Which made the Geo Archon seethe at him even more since... He wished to be the one in Venti's shoes, the one who had your love and affection, the one who you held dear to your heart and close to yourself, much like now.

"They know me as the one who always tripped on their own feet, the one who got so flustered because Kaeya was flirting with them but was being genuine and always made sure I was comfortable. And never once did he hold any malicious feeling as he showed the city to me, I really didn't have the heart to tell him that I already knew every nook and crevice..."

You mumbled shyly with a flush, remembering how it was the first time Kaeya had genuinely laughed and smiled wide as you both came to a stop under one of the trees near Springvale to catch your breath and then eat whatever you wished to do in the village, which was ecstatic to have the Creator in their humble village and served you the best they could.

You didn't have to know, but as Kaeya watched you play with children and then look around yourself as if you were searching for something-no, someone- his heart beated faster as his tan skin darkened in embarrasment when he understood that you were looking for him.

He was the one you wanted to have close to you, he was the one who brought that wide smile to your face... He was worthy enough to spend the whole day with you and you never for once judged him, his past or whatever weight that had been forced on his shoulders since he was a young boy.

But rather chose to drag him towards an opening to watch the night sky and point every star to him, telling him giddily that it all reminded you of him and his one visible eye sparkling at what you said

He made you swear to never tell a soul about the way he cried onto your shoulder and landed a kiss on your forehead affectionately while you patted his back, his almost whole body on top of yours as he resembled a cute koala to you. Because one, Venti would kill him. Two, Diluc would kill him. And three... He couldn't hug you anymore :(

The third one was obviously the biggest reason why, as he pouted at you when you laughed hard at his reasoning, all the while assuring him that you would protect him...

Which gave him yet another thing to think about before he went to sleep, a lovesick smile being glued on his face as he chuckled and giggled like a teenager girl all the while hugging his pillow thightly, hoping that perhaps one day... There would be someone, you, for example, to take over that empty spot.

"They saw me as the one who always made sure that those around them were comfortable, happy and well-taken care of even though they were struggling with their inner demons and in exchange, was equally taken care of and pampered by delicous food."

Because you knew all those young men, women and teens had one hell of a traumatic life and since you weren't able to erase that part or rewrite it... You wanted to at least let them know that you were there for them.

As a shoulder to cry on, a friend to listen, an ear for them to vent... Whatever they needed at that moment. And though they might have been skeptical about your true intentions at the beginning, they quickly found solace within your presence, hugs and love, slithering to your light like moths did to a flame.

Even Diluc, who usually wasn't one for " idle chit-chat" often found himself before you, drinking grape juice together as he told you about his frustrations... More specifically about Kaeya, his brother with whom he re-connected thanks to you.

"The one who was befriended the fastest by the little kids, because they obviously had immaculate sense in new games and story telling from other worlds an enjoyed making an adult suffer for their entertainment."

Indeed, you learnt it in the hard way while playing with Klee. Though you had an amused face as you said this out loud, you underestimated her energy and love to... bomb things, at that time. It was your fault really, Albedo and Jean warned you about it and how she got excited whenever she went fish-blastimg with someone she loved, but even when you met her... You just thought they were exaggerating it.

You were wrong.

They could only slap their foreheads in affectionate anger as you ran away from Klee who was holding yet another Dodoco bomb that was about to explode because she changed her mind from catching the fish to showing you how amazing it was.

And for a second, you indulged with her... That is, until you realized the bomb was about to set off.

"Klee, dear, I think we should really let go of that bomb!"

"But... Mr. Dodoco only wants to meet you! (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠)" you nervously sweated, thinking how to dodge her without hurting her feelings when the bright eyes of the bomb caught your attention.

"Maybe in better circumstan-WATCH OUT!"

*cue you and her covered in ashes, Klee holding onto your hand as she rambled about how amazing it was throughout the whole time back to Mondstadt while you were shaking from the adrenaline*

"Yeah... It was amazing, dear."

"The one who was always there to pick up the broken pieces of those who acted noncholant and cold, but held the warmest hearts ever." You pointedly looked at Diluc at this part, who came over as soon as he heard that the ex-Geo Archon was here to have a talk with you, watching as his pale cheeks were blossomed with an adorable pink. To be seen as such in your eyes, as a warm hearted man rather than the cold and uncaring one he showed himself to be...

It was an honor.

To hear such lovely words leave your lips was an honor.

Because you were all he had left, after he lost his father and cut all ties with his brother who came clean to him... The only constant thing he had was you.

You who came to him after days of being in Mondstadt, knowing that it was the same night of the same day when he had that fight with Kaeya and comforted him with soft words and your presence right before the fireplace as you both sat together, knees touching. Even though his breaths were laboured, chest contrasting painfully...

"I know it was hard for both of you... But you only have each other, is there really no way for you both to talk it out?"

He listened to you and his heart caved in. How couldn't he, when you were quite literally begging him with desperation and tears in your eyes for him to accept Kaeya back?

Besides, thanks to you... He had his family back now, and both Diluc and Kaeya couldn't be any more grateful for it.

"The one who knew what loosing a loved one meant, but never pushed too far into their comforting and instead let them come to you."

Diluc couldn't help but nod aimlessly as tears slightly dampened first his eyes and then cheek. It was true that you only left there with one question only, knowing how sensitive the topic around Kaeya and his father was for Diluc.

But you just... wanted to pay them back for all the good they did for you, every time they gifted you something heartfelt, made you your favourite food, indulged in your hobbies even though they might not be as interested as you were to them.

And all the time they spent to help you, with quite literally everything since everything was new to you.

You smiled at the fond memory of Albedo and Sucrose, who were trying to explain to you one of their experiments excitedly. Well... As excited as Albedo could be, of course.

But even as a scientist and an artist, there was one thing Albedo didn't realize at that time but much later when he thought back to it: Though you seemed like you understood what they were talking about... You were actually pretty clueless at whatever the hell they were telling you about.

You never were good at chemistry, okay? Not your fault that Albedo was so damn smart!

"The one who didn't always understand what was spoken to them, whether it was way to smart for them or the language barrier but had people to patiently teach them... And later forced to eat all together in the city with others."

Albedo smiled as the same memory replayed in his mind too. The way you often were distracted by the fresh snow in his lab or a colorful show of his newest experiments which made you grin widely with amazed eyes, always brought a smile to the usually stoic blonde man. He might not exactly understand the human nature, and even saw you as some kind of experiment to work on so that he could better understand you, he really liked... The idea of having you around.

He didn't even know when he started to seek for your praises, of your presence whenever you would touch his shoulder softly and urge him to take a break and come with you to either play with Klee or have some warm "sahlep", a warm winter drink from your world that you specifically made for him.

To which he would always agree, no matter what, under the shocked, jealous and impressed eyes of... Well, everyone in Mondstadt.

Because the Creator was offering him something They have done, specifically for him and was looking at him expectantly for his reaction as they swayed a sleepy Klee from side to side on their lap after she drunk the hot liquid.

Did he use Klee to have more of your attention? Maybe... Did he make even more experiments just to have you in Dragonspine? Yes... Yes, he did and he had absoultely zero shame for it.

You clasped your hands together after talking so much, your throat starting to hurt from using it so much since that irritating raspy feeling had made itself visible slowly.

The disappointed face Zhongli had broke you, he looked like a kid being rejected of something sweet. Just because you chose Mondstadt, it didn't mean you hated other nations.

They all had other reasons to love about!

Liyue had more of an enigmatic aura with all the rituals, temples and over all Divine Vibe in them but they also had a lot of rules, though you didn't have to apply them to yourself.

You already dealt with enough rules and strictness in your world, really, so though you liked the over all traditional vibe... It wasn't your first choice.

Inazuma was much like Liyue, though once the strictest one with rules and eternity in all over the Teyvat. Fontaine, though you liked hanging out with many people there, seemed... Cold, though Tsaritsa's land was the one considered to be cold because of the constant snow.

Maybe Sumeru could have been your next choice, but you were still pissy about those mages and scribes who treated your precious baby Nahida like that-

But Mondstadt... It had been the first your created, the first one you saw and stepped foot onto. The first to welcome you and teach you everything, the first to give you a family and a whole lot of friends, the first ones to allow you to be yourself...

They were the apple of your eyes.

"The one who is just... Y/N. That's why I'm choosing them... I'm choosing my home, but that doesn't mean I love any of you less." You patted Zhongli's back with a sorry look that said please understand my point as he did and smiled back. Your comfort and happiness was the most important one after all and if you were the happiest here, though he still sent daggers to a certain half-drunk-of-you bard who was looking at your back with literal heart eyes, he thought he could be... Fine with it.

At least, for you.

"I understand, Your Grace... I just hope that you will come to Liyue soon, which will be waiting for your arrival quite eagerly."

And as you reassured again and again that yes, of course you would... You were yet to know that Venti already carried your words to the certain people you talked about and the whole people of Mondstadt with his winds as the city cried out in joy from having your blessing and love.

And who knows... Maybe, they could have your blessings and love through one another way.

In a more... Romantic and free way.

Bonus Part!

"Oh, but I'll visit Liyue soon! Can you prepare Osmanthus-"

"Nooo~ Your Grace, Dandelion Wine is much much better!"

Zhongli: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ 😒

You: (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) 🤭

Venti: ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ 😭🥹

Also Zhongli: "As you wish, Your Grace..." 😎

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laurasimonsdaughter · 7 months

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Perhaps the first knock on the door had woken him already, he couldn’t be sure. But the second round had him bolt upright in bed in an instant. It was the middle of the night. Who in the— Again a frantic rap at the door, not even stopping this time, but keeping on in a fast, incessant rhythm. It was only just not loud enough to be frightening.

He stumbled into the hallway, still blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Who’s there?”

The knocking stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” A woman’s voice, low and tense. “I’m here for my brother. You have his key.”

He halted with his hand on the door. “I what?”

“Please open the door!”

“Who are you?”

He could feel as well as hear a thump against the door. “My brother is your neighbour, he gave you his key. I need to get in there. He’s- I just need the key.”

He wasn’t awake enough for his full range of judgment, but the worry in this person’s voice was real.

“Okay, hold on.” He fumbled for his own keys as well as the single apartment key with a leather tag on it that he’d been given after a couple awkward greetings and a chat about being new to the city.

When he opened the door, the young woman on his doorstep saw it immediately. “Oh thank god.”

He snatched his hand back from her grasping fingers.

“No offence, but how would I know if—”

“We’re related,” she snapped, furiously grabbing something from her coat pocket and shoving a driver’s license in his face. “Just let me have it!”

Liza May Merrin. That name meant nothing to him. But she probably meant— “Maxwell never told me his last name.”

She stared at him in utter disbelief. “You unlock the door then!” She grabbed his arm and pulled him outside and he followed for lack of a better idea what to do.

She did look a bit like Maxwell. They had the same unruly, sandy coloured hair. Only Maxwell was broader, with lighter eyes, and…

“Door. Please.” Liza pointed.

He unlocked the door. “What’s the—” he began, but she pushed past him as soon as she could.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Well, that rather defeated the purpose of coming with her. Besides, even if she was Maxwell’s sister that didn’t mean she was welcome here. He snatched the key from the lock and hurried after her, letting the door fall shut.

He froze two steps into the apartment, his heart jumping in his throat. The living room had been torn apart. There were shards on the floor and upended furniture and…

His heart flopped back into place. Liza was kneeling on the floor, unwinding something that looked like a leather leash from around the paws of the largest dog he had ever seen.

“Stupid, pigheaded, grade A moron,” she muttered under her breath, but he could hear the relief in her voice.

“Bloody hell.”

Both Liza and the dog snapped to attention, staring at him where he stood. Liza’s hands closed tightly around the leash.

“I’m sorry for being suspicious, but you could have just said he left his dog here alone,” he said. “You didn’t even tell me what the panic was for.”

The dog still stared at him with round, amber eyes, but Liza cleared her throat. “Right, yes, of course,” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. Max knows he’s not supposed to leave him alone.” She looked down pointedly at the animal. “He acts a damn fool when he’s left alone.”

The dog let out a loud, disgruntled snort. Even lying down it looked intimidatingly large.

“I didn’t even know he had a dog.”

“Imagine that,” Maxwell's sister said airily. “All the things my brother forgets to mention. Me, his dog, his absolute lack of common sense.”

He let out half a laugh and took a careful step around the debris towards where she was sitting. “I’m Ren.”

“Oh I know who you are,” she said wryly. “My brother did tell me all about you.”

The dog growled, but she ignored him, and suddenly held out her hand.

He crouched down by her and shook it.

“I’m Liza.”

“I gathered.” He hesitated, glancing involuntarily at the dog again, who was now much closer. It was still looking at him and he was pretty sure, that if it stood up, it’d be higher than the couch it was half hidden behind. “What- what exactly did Maxwell say about me?”

She stood up without looking at him. “That he thought you’d be scared of dogs.”

The dog made another, sudden sound that went very quickly from a growl to a whine.

“I’m not!” Ren protested hastily, standing up again. “He’s gorgeous, actually.”

The dog sprang to its paws and knocked over a chair.

“Oh you think so?” Liza said and her smile suddenly had a sharp sort of satisfaction to it. “Then maybe you’d like to take him for a walk? While I clean up here?”

Ren looked at her in surprise. “I suppose… if that would help. I mean, I’m awake now anyway.”

“Thank you!” she she said and it did really sound like she meant it.

“Sure, no worries. Let me get some proper shoes on. Be right back.”

“Of course, I’ll get you a leash,” she said, and he heard her still talking as he walked out the door, in a very deliberate, sing-songy voice: “What a lucky boy you are, going for walkies, with your nice, helpful neighbour Ren.”

He walked back into his own apartment with raised eyebrows. You never could tell, could you, which people were the types to baby talk to pets.

#what's goin on here?#beats me #but who cares: werewolf vibes #urban fantasy #laura drabbles #werewolf #werewolves #siblings #mlm romance

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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you were the enemy all along

AKA how they react to you breaking their trust (and their hearts)

synopsis !! they fell in love but why are you standing at the opposite side of the battle?

characters !! Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Childe, Ayato, Thoma, Gorou, Xiao

masterlist 1 || masterlist 2

Kaeya

He's the quickest to recover from shock. Let's out a low laugh, hand covering his face before pushing his hair back. It lingers a little longer on his eyepatch and he wonders if this was how Diluc felt the day he betrayed him. He, of all people, should have known better than to trust others — no matter how kind, how sweet, how lovable you were to him, he should have expected how fast things could change. There's a brimming anger in his stomach, but the strongest emotion he feels is shame.

"Well. . . This is certainly a surprise , but I can't say it wasn't expected." He didn't expect it.

Perhaps this was his karma.

Diluc

Suddenly, he's 18 again, facing Kaeya in the rain, except it's not Kaeya — it's you. His anger materializes in the fires that erupt from his vision as his claymore appears. He should have known. He should have known. He should have known.

"You. . . " I trusted you, he thinks but he doesn't say. He doesn't want to say anything, his throat feels heavy and he finds it difficult to breathe in the smoke he's creating. As the fight ensues, he might start screaming, demanding answers with every hit of his claymore. Why did you have to do this? Why make him love you?

"Was it so amusing? Watching us play along with your- your damn joke-"

When all is said and done, he's crashing back in the winery, body collapsing in the pressure of emotions he could hardly contain. A low whimper escapes him as he rests on the floor of his bedroom, wondering if hearts had to hurt this much.

Zhongli

The quietest of the bunch. If anyone were to see him, they would think he's indifferent to the betrayal — but you knew better. His brows furrow together and there's the slightest bit of sadness seeping through his amber eyes. The thing that might affect you most, though, is the obvious disappointment in his tone as he summons his polearm to his side.

"There was no formal contract between us, yet you have betrayed the very foundation of what we had." His eyes glow a low golden, "You made your choice."

He says it as though it's unforgivable, but in truth, he's had enough experience to know that he'll take you in his arms again the next second you ask him to. Just tell him why you chose to betray him.

Childe

The noisiest of them all. He doesn't understand at first, tries to deny it by making jokes. The prank is up, what are you still doing? It's only when your betrayal becomes painfully obvious does he allow himself to laugh. It's ironic to be surprised coming from his line of work. He should really be used to these things.

"If you're this desperate for a fight, you could have just said so," He laughs, "Though, I warn you comrade, I won't hold back this time." It's so easy to drown in the adrenaline of battle and if he doesn't think hard enough, it feels no different than any of your usual spars together. There's a battle crazed look in his eyes at the thought of not holding back with you, but it's odd how numb he feels as Foul Legacy takes over.

Whether or not he wins the fight, the result remains the same; with him lying in the middle of the battlefield, mask still on, staring blankly upwards. He thinks of the abyss he fell into as a child, and briefly wonders when did it all go wrong.

Ayato

Seeing the evidence of your betrayal freezes him; his blood runs cold, jaw clenched as he sends his retainers away.

"All of you, leave. I'll be dealing with them myself." He approaches, vision glowing brightly.

After the storm, Thoma approaches him in worry, asking him if he's alright. He'll say he's fine, that there's work to do and reports to go make. Ayato is quick to move through the city, the day goes on until he finds himself - finally - in the safety of his office.

With his hands covering his face, he hunches over his desk and allows himself a moment to grieve. It's tearless and soundless, but his body shakes violently. Whether or not you were alive and well doesn't change his reaction; he lost you all the same.

Thoma

Stares at you in disbelief before trying to make sense of the situation; were you forced? why were you doing this? are you in need of help? Even with how obvious your betrayal is, he begs you for an answer, desperately looking for any excuse.

"You know I'll take your side if you could just– tell me why," It's a plea from his lips. Even when you bring out your own weapon, he hesitates to fight you. He'll only do so in self-defense, blocking every fatal blow you throw at him but he's too distracted with the way his heart aches that you actually hurt him for real.

Even with an injury, he can't bring himself to use his vision against you. Ayato has to intervene, quickly coming to his aide and once you're gone and away, Thoma sits there feeling lost. The healers tend to him and he doesn't even flinch at their ministrations, eyes staring distantly at where you last were.

Gorou

"You. . . it was all a lie?" His shock turns to a low growl, but the way his ears droop made you knew better than to think he was only angry, "All this time, how much of it was fake? Were you ever once loyal to Watatsumi?"

Like Thoma, he's in disbelief and denial. Tries to make sense of the situation but he's quicker to accept the facts once they glare at him in the face. It pains him to ever fight you and he finds himself holding back way more than he should, avoiding the use of his vision.

If you ever meet again, he's immediately in general mode (never mind the ache in his heart); You are a traitor to his army and he will never stand with that. If only he could muster up the strength to feel angry at you. . .

Xiao

Like Zhongli, he's quiet. He doesn't let his feelings show on his face as he summons his polearm. To think he allowed this to enter his walls and tear him apart? He had no one to blame but himself. There's grief in his heart as he tries not to catch your gaze, it worsens when you call out his name like he wasn't about to kill you.

Once the fight is done and, on the off chance you live, he blocks out his thoughts whenever he hears his name from your voice, carried by the wind. There's a sort of humiliation in allowing himself to be swayed — but now he knows better than to trust anyone but himself.

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eqt-95 · 5 months

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a new kind of romance, pt 5

part 4 | frosting

🍄 | could we? wood we?

“Oh look, a mushr-ooph!”

And then what was a breathless morning became a breathless morning smeared in mud and leaf-tangled hair and a pout the size of Metropolis sitting on Kara’s lower lip.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the outdoorsy one?” Lena laughed, and sure, her rosy cheeks and amber scarf hung around her neck and loose curls tumbling over her shoulders helped temper Kara’s flare of frustration at another thing gone wrong. And sure, maybe Lena was extra glowy because of the warm fall colors and that fought Kara’s own annoyance of slipping and tripping and falling - again.

But only barely.

Because while Lena was being her perfect, soft, perfect, kind, perfect self, Kara was powerless and awkward and now inelegantly in those same fall colors and pouting.

It had been a great idea a week earlier; maybe even the best idea Kara Danvers had ever had: a Saturday-morning hike with her very best friend to an outlook of the city painted in an autumnal palette followed by a stop at an apple orchard for some cider and cinnamon sugar donuts with that same very best friend, all ending with a viewing party of David Attenbourough’s soothing narration back at Kara’s tucked in close to - you guessed it - Kara’s very - very - best friend. It was flawless. It was perfect. It was exactly how Kara wanted to spend every Saturday for the rest of her life. Heck, every Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and… well, every day.

Except when she planned it a week ago, Kara hadn’t expected it to drizzle or that a National City crisis would burn out her powers.

So pout she did while Lena cautiously toed down the steep hill, dressed in warm flannels and a deep green jacket and gosh, she looked so pretty. How did she always look so pretty?

“Come on, there’s still a whole hill to climb,” a pair of pretty, unpainted lips said and Kara blinked out of her dazed stupor.

“Or maybe we can just call it quits and get cocoa and a couple sticky buns at noonans?” Kara asked hopefully, tucking her pout away.

“I can’t believe my ears,” Lena huffed, offering an outstretched hand. “Is Kara Zor El quitting on me?”

“No,” Kara huffed like a petulant child, climbing to her feet. The lower lip threatened to perch again. “It’d just be nice if, you know-oah!”

Words were ripped out from under Kara with the same slipperiness that sent her sprawling moments earlier. Only this time, she was met with a very different set of tangled limbs and breathless huffs because this time there was a flannel-clad Lena to negotiate.

And that negotiation might have felt exactly like the Princess Bride tumble if the Princess Bride tumble had been Buttercup (Lena) and Westley (Kara) tumbling together down a smaller hill covered in damp leaves with Buttercup (Lena) landing on top of Westley (Kara).

Except there were some key differences. The biggest, Kara would argue, was that Lena was way prettier than Robin Wright. The next biggest was that their tumble was objectively far more romantic because Lena was laughing and tucking her face into the crook of Kara’s neck and holding tight at her waist even after they’d rolled to a stop and maybe Kara wanted to stay like this forever and ever, wet ground be damned.

Not that Kara romanticized things about her friend - her best friend. The word had never crossed her Pulitzer-prize-winning mind. This was simple platonic adoration.

Because how could she not adore the dimples blossoming across Lena’s cheeks, or admire her laughter reverberating through their entwined form, or cherish the freckle peeking out from her disheveled scarf, or revere the way her lips looked so soft and pink, or delight in the lock of hair that her own hand reached up and tucked behind Lena’s ear.

And yea, maybe since her hand was already there, Kara let the pad of her thumb brush the smudge of dirt that sat along Lena’s creamy cheekbone because how could she not? And sure, maybe that gesture - that platonic gesture made time slow and Lena quiet with a sudden eye-locking focus before letting out a quiet, breathy sigh that made Kara feel things in ways that were certainly not platonic but definitely not not good feeling.

And maybe it wasn’t fair that Kara was friends with the most perfect person in the whole world because maybe, just maybe, she wanted to romanticize the idea of tumbling down a hill together and landing tangled and breathless and watching with slow, agonizing curiosity as Lena’s lips drew closer (or was it Kara’s that leaned nearer?) because then if she did that - if she romanticized that, it might mean that maybe, just maybe they could, maybe they would-

“My hero,” Lena grinned, her cheeks rosy and breath warm against the chilly air.

And then there was the crinkle of leaves.

And then there was a ghost of Lena’s warmth.

And then there was a hand extended toward her.

“Come on Supergirl, we’ve still got a mountain to climb.”

And maybe Kara didn’t know how to say what she wanted, because of course it would be silly to ask Lena to stay and to sit in the damp leaves and to feel the cold creep up while the sun rose and climbed and set on them.

So she didn’t say any of that. Instead she accepted Lena’s offered hand and swallowed hard against the uncertainty in her throat and carefully climbed the thirty-seven steps back to the safety of the trail.

Kara’s feet wavered once there, her whole self unmoving except for the way her eyes glanced between where they came from and where they were meant to go. And then she glanced back down the hill to where they’d unexpectedly tumbled and wondered why they couldn’t just keep down that path.

“You ok?” came Lena’s voice, having closed the distance with her brow furrowed in concern. “Did you hurt anything?”

Kara shook her head and pressed her mouth into a smile. “No, just thinking.”

Lena eyed her, a silent ‘about?’ lobbed, and if Kara looked hard enough she might have seen the cautious hope in the way Lena watched her. And if Kara had looked hard enough, she might have seen that cautious hope flicker and dim when Kara patted her own stomach.

“Do you think there are snacks at the top?”

And, already well-practiced, Lena broke into a smile, a small eye-roll of affection bringing a smirk to Kara’s own face.

“It’s amazing that even without powers you’re still this hungry,” Lena replied, taking the lead along the battered, well-worn path.

“It’s a gift?”

“Or curse,” Lena said with a quick backwards wink that made Kara want to tumble all over again.

Instead she followed.

“We’re still stopping for donuts though, right?” Kara called, hurrying to catch up. Always trying to catch up.

- - - - - - - - - part 6 | cuddles

#no attempted cleverness in the tags for this part because i actually quite like it a lot #new romances #supercorp ficlet #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers

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heliosthegriffin · 7 months

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Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls V

Chapter 5

Jaune exited the bathroom awkwardly, followed by Amber and Vernal. "You two really didn't need to do that." Jaune said blushing.

"Look, it was only the top-half, you took care of the bottom half. I just needed to make sure your stitched didn't get wet." Amber said unable to make eye-contact with Jaune, before looking at what would be several feet of nylon string stretched out, currently keeping his body together.

He was healing fast, faster than anybody else she had seen, the skin had practically closed, in a few days they could take out the stitches. It wasn't superhuman, in-fact she suspected it was just the fact he cleared out her refrigerator, paired with being in peak-physical condition.

But, it was damn scary, in fact it was preternatural, extraordinary, but also, nothing that couldn't explained away as good genetics.

"Yeah, thanks." He mumbled, unable to keep his focus anywhere at the moment.

Vernal had a shit-eating grin. "Any time, Tiger." She had longer moved past any hesitation regarding flirting, if she was going to be his nurse she was owned some privileges. "Plus, if you fell down in there, Amber isn't hauling you up on her own, hell, how much do you weigh? Your arms feel like they're shaped from stone."

"I don't know, I probably under 240lb, I guess?" Jaune muttered, he did not like this attention.

Vernal kicked over a scale. "Might as well find out, we'll keep it on record."

Jaune stepped on it.

The scale creaked, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Amber's eye's widened. "255lb?"

"Shit, boy's heavy."

Jaune stepped off. "I'm 6'4 by the way, if you need to know my height. My dads the same height, and we're eye-level."

"I'd never have guess you were so dense when you had all those clothes on. You look so much taller, and leaner."

Jaune laughed. "It's neat trick, shadows distort how you see things at night. I also pad my shoulders, and my boots make a bit taller, it helps keep people from guessing my identity sense they can't match up the body." He hummed. "My gear probably adds another 15lbs on me, so it also gives a incorrect weight to work with."

Amber nodded. "You've put a lot of thought into this."

Jaune frowned. "I have too, what if this gets linked back to my family, my friends? I have no idea of the scope of powers or conspiracy at play here, I need to take every precaution possible."

"That means, you took a huge liability by letting us in on it." Vernal said weakly. "A secret is only as safe as the amount of people that know it."

"You saved my life."

"And, you mine. Honestly, I was out of line." Amber said sadly. "You owed me nothing, it was just a equal exchange."

Jaune leaned against the wall. "Well, it's done now, no use crying about it, and," He led.

"And?" Vernal continued.

He gave a boyish grin, one that was fitting for him. The two women felt a wave of warmth hit them, it was ... it was hard to put into words what they were feeling.

To see a boy so put on by his own sense of duty, and the circumstances of the world, to be nearly destroyed on a nightly basis, only to go out into the uncaring world with no-reward to be gained, other than words of gratitude and another chance to sacrifice himself another night.

For him to be pushed into the mold of a man, and pushed so far beyond what any one person should be expected to give.

To see him smiled, to see him look like a boy should look, act like he should act.

It was heart-breaking, and it was inspiring. Most of all, it was right. It was how things should be. Boys should be able to smile. Jaune had the right to smile.

It was the way things should be.

Then the door blew open in a spray of gunfire and smoke.

"You fucking bitch!" Came a gruff voice, as a brawny man entered the house. "I knew it, I fucking knew it, should have never -" The man didn't get a chance to finish his line.

Jaune in a moment of preternatural physical ability grabbed Amber and Vernal pushing them into the bathroom, before diving forward and kicking up the hardwood coffee table, and then kicking it forward.

It exploded in gunfire, but Jaune was nowhere to be seen, a window broken near it.

The man who blew open the door crept forward, being followed by no less than ten men in ski-masks and dark suits.

"Amber, Amber, fucking Amber!" The man called out. "I am so disappointed in you, you little slut!"

"Junior please, I can explain!" Amber called from the bathroom.

"I know you have The Knight in here! You think you can hide dick or shit from me?! I am the eyes and ears of this city!" Junior said in one breath, anger radiating off his very being. "Do you have any idea how much trouble this dip-shit hero-wannabe has caused me?! How many men he's crippled, how many he's killed?! Do you Amber?! Because, I do!" "Junior please! He saved my life, I was only trying to uphold the code of honor!"

"Don't you fucking talk to me about honor, girl! If you knew anything about honor, I wouldn't have had to ship you and that Branwen bitch in cargo-boat from Haven to here! If you weren't such a valuable asset, I'd have just burn this fucking house to the ground, and collected the insurance!"

"Junior, I'm sorry, just, I-" Junior fired a shot up into the ceiling. "Shut up. Here's what's going to happen. I"m going to kill that bastard. Then I'm going to take you, break your legs and put you in a wheel-chair for the rest of your life, and keep you at base as our personal doc until you die of old age, and you should be thankful, I'm being merciful here!"

"What- What about Vernal?" Amber asked voice wavering.

Junior smiled the type of smile that only belong on predatory cats. "The boys need a prize after battle, don't they? Don't worry, you can have her back, whatever's left of her, that is."

"You bastard." Amber whispered. "I should have just died last night, just like I was planing too."

Junior neared the door, reaching for the handle, tommy-gun at the ready.

Then the lights went out.

"AGHT-" Came a cry that went muffled.

Lights went on, but there was nothing were the sound had come from.

"Ted?" Came a concerned voice. "Ted's gone, boss!"

"Shut up, not the time, form a circle in the living room, don't leave any blind spots. This fucker is playing games with us, good, cause I love winning." Junior spat, as he made a sweep with his weapon, a flash-light feature having been activated.

The came a cracking noise. They did not get a chance to preapre for it.

"Ugh,"

Junior turned his head around, to see one of his men being dragged away into darkness.

He opened fire without mercy.

His man fell over dead, eyes full of horror, plugged full of holes.

A blur rushed out of the darkness, bullet followed his trail, but the monster was just one step ahead of them, and unforunately, they were in his clutches now, and his men were domino's waiting to be knocked down.

A towel tangled around one of his man's arms, jerked down hard, as knee rose up and met a ski-masked face.

The blur let go of his man, who fell down still as stone. The pale creature disappeared, before he came back out again behind another of his goons.

That pale rag he held was turning pink, it whipped and hit another man in the eye, he winced, taking his eyes off, and then came a kick so fast Junior's eyes didn't process it.

He didn't need too, to see the effect. There was a crack, and the man's head spun slightly, then feel at a 90 degree angle.

Two his men rushed forward unasked, they had known these men, worked with them all they're career criminal. They were brothers.

All the unrighteous rage they burned with meant nothing, however.

These men were big, they were strong, and experienced.

But, at the end of the day, also just bullies. They picked on the weak, always came in numbers, and sure risked they're lives on occasion, but they were not warriors.

What they were fighting wasn't either. It was a man who turned himself into a monster, and to kill a monster, you needed another monster, or a hero.

These men did not qualify.

The towel flashed again, pulling a man by the arm forward into a fist straight into the chest, there was a very wet crack, followed by wheesing. He didn't even get a chance to point his gun.

The other man did.

The towel wrapped around his hand, and jerked upwards, a score of bullets hitting the ceiling, the pale creature wrapped the towel harder around his fist, then moved behind the man, and then pulled hard.

The arm dislocated. The man screamed, falling to his knees, a kick forced him to the ground. Then came a stomp to the head, and then another, and another.

Junior grimaced at the sight, drew a bead and fired. But, the bastard was evasive and disappeared into the dark.

Junior sighed. "Outside, we're burning the house do-urgh!" He let out a strangled voice, as a towel was pulled around his neck and he was lifted off his feet.

Jaune leaned hunched behind him, pulling down on Junior neck using all of weight on a corded up towel, all while naked and covered in blood from head to toe.

"Call them off," He pulled the towel tighter. "Or, you all die." He pulled it just a bit tighter, not enough to break his neck, but enough that the big man was sure to feel it was about too. "Now." Jaune whispered, his voice hollow, inhuman.

Then he eased the pressure off, though keeping the towel around Junior's neck. The big man taking gulps of air like a he had been dying.

Which he was.

Junior feeling the pressure weaken, tried to slam the stock of his gun into the boy.

Jaune sighed, pulled the towel tightly, then with a heave spun in place, swung the towel, and therefore Junior with great effort, at the remaining men.

Junior was dead before he was even thrown, his neck broken like a cheap pencil, but his men on reflex filled the body being thrown at them with lead.

Not that it help them, as all 300 hundred pound of Junior slammed into them, knocking them to the ground in a heap.

Jaune stood over the men like a horror of a child's nightmare, like some sort of boogeyman. His eyes were dilated to the maximum in the darkness, his body dripping with blood, and his lips stretched into a thin line.

In either hand was the towel or a cheap kitchen knife.

The man struggled to get up, but they were tangled under the body and each other's limbs. Jaune snatched up a sub-machine gun, turned off the safety, and did his work.

He took a moment examining them for any sign of life, then fired again. He did not take chances on things like this.

Bright lights came on behind him, pouring in through the windows. He saw shadows move along the walls, dozens of them.

"Boss? Junior? What's going on? You get those bitches, yet?" Came a snarky feminine voice.

"Yeah, we got shit to do tonight." A near identical voice followed.

Then came in two black-hair girls in white and red outfits respectively.

"Shit." They both said in tandem upon seeing the crime-scene.

Jaune drew a bead on them, face shadowed and mostly hidden. "So, what do you thinks going to happen next?"

Then before either could react, the floor exploded. A giant ursine face with glowing red eyes staring at them, then pulled itself out.

Jaune sighed.

Of course.

------

Ren covered his face, blushing and on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

"I hate all of you." He muttered darkly.

Nora whined.

"Except, Nora."

"Oh shush, you look beautiful." Ruby said, tying Ren's hair into a braid, while Yang did his makeup.

How?! HOW?! HOW DID HE GET TALKED INTO THIS?! NORA HADN"T EVEN BEEN THE ONE TO SUGGEST IT?! Ren thought very calm and reasonably.

Blake was comparing different shades of eye shadow, while Pyrrha was going through dresses that would fit him.

They had somehow managed to take over the drama club and ransack they're closet of outfits.

The other girls had started dressing up, and then turned on him, he should have known better than to let it slip he used to play dress up with Nora.

He had been 10! It have been 7 years, and now, by forces beyond his comprehension, Yang, Blake, Ruby, and Pyrrha had exchanged looks that had said the same thing.

'If he's this cute dressed normally, how much cuter could we make him?"

He blamed Jaune for this, he wasn't sure how, but he knew this was his fault.

Not that Jaune would have been able to help him, considering Yang had grabbed him with one arm and hoisted him over shoulder without any effort on her part, something that was almost blatantly superhuman.

All it would have induced is Jaune sharing his fate, and face.

But, as the saying went, 'Misery loves company,'.

"Stop frowning, you look so much prettier when you smile." Yang said, almost like a big sister.

Ren didn't even want a big sister! Nora was enough to deal with, and took the brunt of that when he was around!

"Yeah! Smile! Smile! Smile!" She repeated like a chant, which Nora quickly nodded and repeated. "Renny smile! Renny Smile! Smile Renny!"

Internally, Ren started sweating. Is this how a cult works?

Then Pyrrha came over with a dress and devious grin. "You would look so cute in this."

Ren knew his fate was sealed with that smile.

The best he could hope for is that this wouldn't awaken anything in him.

Shit. That was a lost cause the moment Yang started tossing him around like a ragdoll.

Blake turned around to the others. "Ladies, presenting Ms. Lily Ren."

Ren blushed in his idol outfit.

"Now we can finally start our own idol group!"

"Oh oh! Let me join, I love dance numbers!" Nora begged.

"Sure!" Ruby agreed.

As they talked, Ren swore, that he'd make everyone in this room suffer. If. It. Was. The. Last. Thing. He. Did.

------

Imagine if you would.

A naked and rugged statuesque blond, running around covered in blood, while firing pot-shots at a giant-demon bear, while some hit-squad goons ran around dying.

Pretty easy, right?

Now living it, that was the hard part.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," Came one hysterical voice.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," And another one in stereo.

Jaune rushed forward, with them hung over either of his shoulders. It had been a spur of the minute decision, the Shadow-Bear had charged, and there had been a girl.

Well, Girls.

Women.

Whatever.

They were probably here to try and kill him, and if the circumstances had been slightly different, they'd be dead on the floor.

But, he also had no proof of that, and just because they were here, didn't mean he was going to let the Shadow-Bear get them. That kinda of went against what he stood for.

Plus...

Jaune turned having to peer over a very nice behind, to see the bear was very close behind him, and much, much larger than anything he had fought this far.

He needed every hand here to put it down.

"Can you shoot?" Jaune asked the girl attached to the nice rump.

"What the fuck?!" The one in a red track-suit exclaimed.

He turned to the other, the one in a white track-suit. "What about you?"

"What. The. Fuck?" She said slowly, then turn to him. "What is that?!"

"Demon-Alien-Robot-Bear thing, I don't know." Jaune answered, running past a van, which got total as the bear punched through it. Several goons got crushed.

"That's helpful!" She snarked. Jaune nodded, that was a good sign that she could make a comeback.

Bullet glanced off it's armor, but chunks of dark flesh went flying when bullet hit the black-skin.

Still, it wasn't slowing down. It'd take concentrated fire to put it down, and they couldn't do that without ... a distration.

"I have a propistion." Jaune offed.

"Oh, this ought to be good, what could possibly have to offer me right now?" Despite being carried like a sack of flour, The Girl in White managed to sound imperious and arrogant.

"Well, it's not much, but, how does a chance to live through tonight, sound?"

She blinked and considered it. "Well, considering my other options." She gestured to handful of goons barely staying alive. "I'll say you have a deal, Mr. Knight."

"Good, now, are you a good shot?"

She chuckled. "No dear, I'm more ... leg focused, Militia over there on the next shoulder over, is much more arm oriented. Mil!" She said to her babbling sister.

She kept babbling.

"Ugh, I hate when she gets like this!" The brought down her hand on her sister ass in a sharp slap, which Jaune got a great view of, which earned a sharp yelp from the babbling girl.

"What the fuck, Melanie?!" She seemed to regained her sense, noticing Jaune. "Who's this? He's hot." She smiled at him. "You come here often, Sugar?"

"Cut the horny, Sis. We need you to do some shooting." She turned to Jaune. "Not that you aren't, Dear."

Jaune shrugged. "No offense, but not the time, or place, thank you though."

He pushed the sub-machine gun into Militia's waiting hands. She took it like it was old-friend. "Oh, this has some kick to it, Junior really wanted to kill you."

"Hmm. 5/10, had better."

Melanie nodded. "Yeah, that's about right. His dad's going to pissed, though."

"Yeah, Big Hei Xiong, isn't going to take this well." Militia said offhandedly, then patted Jaune on the shoulder. "Nice knowing you. Unless, you fancy eloping?"

Jaune looked at the quickly catching up demon-bear. "Sorry, but, I have a duty to take care of. I can figure out who I'll survive tomorrow after I figure out how I'll survive tonight."

"I noticed you didn't say us." Melanie added with suspicion.

"Because, I'd die before, I'd let it get you two." Jaune added casually, bluntly, and more of all, truthfully.

Melanie and Militia looked at each other, a faint blush. "Well, thank you." Mel added.

"So, here's the plan." Jaune said. "I'm going to distract it, you gather up your boys and concentrate fire on it, go for the eyes, or concentrate on one limb until you break it off, now..." He tensed his muscles, and took a grip on the hems of they're clothes, and tossed them up into a tree just high enough for them to be caught by.

Jaune continued to run straight, while the Shadow-Bear followed hot on his trail.

The twin girls started slightly transfixed, as they realized he was quite naked.

"It's quite the view, Mel." Militia took aim with the sub-machine gun. "He's quite trusting fellow, isn't he? I could blow his pretty little head all over the lawn."

"Yes, it's quite the sight." She jumped out of the branches landing in a crouch. "But, spare me the drivel, we can figure out what to do about him after the monster's dead." Melanie said casually, before taking off at a dead sprint to her remaining men, to straighten them out.

-----

Ok, Ren thought, maybe this isn't so bad.

The boy moved in sync with the girls, though they struggled to keep up with his practiced movements.

"KEEP UP LADIES!" Ren bellowed. "Do you want to be Idols? Or do you want to be I-dolts?!"

"Idols!" The girls yelled.

"Then picked up the pace, hussies!" Ren swaying and rotating his hips like he was a gyroscope, the girls were runing out of breath, but Ren had just begun.

"1 and 2 and 3 and 4, Jazz-hands!! NORA! I DON"T SEE JAZZ HANDS!"

"I"m sorry, Renny!"

"It's Lily on stage, you dolt!"

"I'm sorry, Lily!"

"Damn right, you are! Blake shake what you momma gave you, or so help me, I will rip it off you and give it to Weiss! You know she didn't get her figure from her mama, it came from her flat-ass father!"

Blake turned to Yang, who was also struggling. "What have we unleashed upon the planet?"

Yang turned to her pale and hopeless. "Lily the Star of Vale, the conquer of worlds."

A bag dropped on the ground, as Weiss and two Brunettes walked in, one wearing sunglasses and other had large rabbit ears.

"What did you say about me?" Weiss asked icily.

Lily pointed at her, still dancing in time. "I think the bigger question is, what is it, I could say about you?" Then drew a very unflattering shape of Weiss in the air, while fluttering her (His?) eyelashes innocently.

The brunette with sunglasses took a sharp intake of air. "She's perfect."

"I think that's Lie Ren?" The rabbit-girl said, not that the sunglasses girl heard, too focused on Lily's dance and swaying mini-skirt.

'Oh boy, there she goes again.' The rabbit-girl thought, then sat down and opened a book.

It was full of nothing but pictures of the Shadow-Knight. Though, it had no pictures of Shadow-Monsters, only managing to catch him fighting criminals, or as a barely visible blur.

There was also, a second notebook, that was full of her thoughts on the Shadow-Knight.

Ranging from Height and Weight, to Goals as to why he did what he did, and where he strike next.

6'6ft was her best guess via estimations and the few pictures of him standing still next to objects of known height. His weight was around 280lbs give or take ten pounds, but some of that was definitely his gear, so taking that off, it was probably closer to 260 naked.

He was definitely a Vale born natively, as a few pictures had caught some skin, that was pale as milk, and he understood Vale's dialect perfectly from the few interactions people had with him.

There was no styles she could link to his fighting style, which she had taken to calling as Dark Chivalry, the idea of using any means necessary to protect the innocent. So, seeing as he had no true fighting style that ruled him out being a martial artist, a ex-soldier/military/mercenary, and put him in the category of either being self-trained, or someone thrown in the deep in.

Seeing as how fast he recovered from injuries that had been recorded, he had to be young and athletic and good health, it made her lean towards him being self-trained as he only showed up a year ago, so it made it all the more plausible that he was just teenager, who happened to get dragged into this by accident.

However, that was only one theory, the other was that he was secret project by a cabal of the highest members of the society, empowered to fight against some unknown, shadowy threat that could dismantle all of society, while working with several others of great power every night to fight evil.

She shook her head. "That would be ridiculous."

Fingers snapped in front of her face. "Vel, Vel, Velvet! Stop your hero-worshiping! I need your camera,"

"What for Coco?"

Coco had a delirious look on her face, as she gestured to where Weiss was being forced into idol clothes, breathless after she was beaten in a dance off by Lily, who looked haughtily at the heiress.

"We have stars in the making! That's why, and we can take them to the top!" Coco's eyes crawled over Lily. "Or the bottom."

------

Jaune ran.

Cold, sticky sweat stuck to him, while a nearly silent monster kept pace with him, it's heavy paws making loud thumps behind him, it was as big as mini-van and weighted more, probably.

So, it had no problems crashing through ... anything. Jaune lept over fences, slid over cars, scaled brick walls, jumped ditches, and slid under dump-trucks.

It kept pace.

By effortlessly crashing through anything and everything in it's path, it's red eyes focused entirely on the pale human in front of it. To catch and rip him apart.

In the dark, it was nearly invisible, aside from it's bone plating and red eyes, but even those could be hidden in the dark. It was a near-perfect killing machine.

Jaune kept running though, feet leaving bloody footprints behind him, running barefoot this entire time. Blood dried across the rest of his body, thankfully none his own, but bruises lined him all over from all the rocks and pieces of debris that hit him.

Still he kept running, he done his best to limit damage, to minimum success, but he had at least kept it from going through any houses. Though, he still felt sour that this was happening at all.

Jaune had a goal in mind, though.

Smiling, ahead was an army of orange cones and yellow caution tape.

Ahead was the ugly decaying body of a concrete building, a old office building condemned to death.

Along with plenty of hazards to one's life, including a unliving shadow demon.

Ducking underneath the tape, Jaune vaulted over railing into the site, bloody feet hitting packed dirt, and he winced, but kept moving.

The shadow-monster barreled through, making a bull in a china-shop look absolutely sad by comparison.

He made a be line towards the rebar, knocking over buckets of nails, bolts, anything that might slow it down, or do some damage.

Daring to peek behind, Jaune was disappointed and slightly horrified to see the nails mostly crushed into the ground, other than a few lucky ones that impaled into it's paws, not it notice or cared.

'Stupid lack of blood and internal organs.' He thought cursing the monster.

Swing past a street post, Jaune turned too fast for the monster, with that much weight it lacked the ability to turn on the dime like he could, and it kept going forward.

Straight into a foot-think concrete wall.

It punched straight through, going beyond into it, leaving a gaping hole into the decrepit building, small bits of concrete falling from the edges, leaving a dark mouth into the body of the building.

Jaune peered in, noticing that the line of destruction just kept going. Then he saw cracks begin to spread over the walls, and the building started to shutter, it's top floors sagging.

"Crap." Jaune muttered, then ran grabbing some sharp looking rebar nearby, saw a face mask and some safety glasses left around, and then dove behind a dumpster, as several hundred tons of building came crashing down, along with a decades of old dust and smoke exploded out.

He could feel the force in his bones, as the dumpster slid back, despite already being full of several thousand pounds of concrete, metal, and wood, pressing him against a truck.

Jaune covered his face, as smoke and dust and other unpleasant grossness hit him from under the dumpster, he felt his skin burn, and eyes water, mouth go dry, and very dizzy.

Minutes passed, and for a minute he dare to hope that it had brought down the beast.

He got up shakily, tiredly, and saw nothing but grey, dust air covering everything an a hill made of rubble.

It moved.

"Crap." Jaune sighed, forcing himself forward, clutching the rebar.

An armored head forced it's way out of the junk, it was thankfully, damaged, finally.

Half of it's face was gone.

It pulled out the rest of it's body, it's armor was cracked, and there was glass, metal, and rock stabbing all over it's body. It was also missing a front leg the same side where it's face was gone.

It looked like shit, and Jaune smiled with malice, feeling like he actually had a pretty decent chance of taking it on now.

Then frowned, looking at all the rubble, and then at his bleeding barefoot. He was just asking for tetanus, or worse, now, wasn't he?

If he tried running through all that, he was practically asking to never recover properly. He paused. What was he if not reckless? If he didn't take this thing down, then what would happen if he didn't. Jaune was more than willing to give his life over this, so what?

But, that didn't mean he had to be dumb about this.

Jaune slammed the rebar on the ground, getting the monsters attention. "Over here, fatso!" Jaune bellowed.

It turned to him groggily, as though it was surprised he was alive too.

Keeping up the pace, Jaune swung again and again at the dumpster, he was going to keep monster him no matter what.

Turning to him, it moved at much more sedate pace than before, losing a leg does that to you, but still fast enough to turn him to mush.

Stopping his banging, Jaune turned the rebar in hand like a spear, then hurled it, at it's remaining eye.

It moved like dodging was an alien thought to it, it had never dodge in it's life, well, unlife, so it wasn't going to stop now.

Of the five feet of rebar, half of it buried into it's skull.

This didn't deter it in the slightest, as it kept moving where Jaune was.

Then turned to where Jaune was going, it might not be able to finely track him, but it's monstrous nature still allowed it to sense negative feelings.

Jaune, calm as he was, internally was burning vividly with all the dark elements of mortal-kind.

It charged again.

Jaune dodge, moving to it's blindside. Striking the other rebar into it's stump, digging the metal pole into it's red inside.

Not that it seemed to bother it, and now, Jaune was unarmed.

He thought he could hear voices, as he dodged under a paw.

The boy pulled back, taking stock of the creature, and noticed the rebar he thrown into it's head, and looking for any other weapons.

He thought he heard the voices getting closer, and did he hear a car?

There was no other weapons, but ... what if?

Jaune grabbed a rock, and jumped up, grabbing it by the shoulder, hauling himself up single handedly. The monster bucked and shook, but Jaune clinged on, it jumped and then charged, it wasn't panicking, it wasn't capable of that.

It was, however, clueless on what to do. It never had been climbed on before.

Jaune grabbed it by the ear, steadying himself, not wanting to fall and get crushed by it's paws, brought his arm back, and then brought the rock down on the rebar.

It went in just a bit further. Jaune smiled, then did it again, his hand stung as he did it, but the rebar went in inch by damn inch. Jaune wasn't sure what he hoped to achieve by doing this, it had no organs, but it was better than nothing, maybe though, it would do something, maybe it'd do just enough damage for it to fall apart.

Then the bear suddenly stopped, it had slipped, Jaune realized, those palls he had thrown around earlier had done they're work, and now it feel prone on the ground, and all the remaining force it had left went into a unwitting victim.

Jaune.

It flung him through the air, out of the demolition zone and a dozen yards out. By luck, or by some sort of divine intervention, he hit soft grass instead of rough concrete, finally stopping as he landed in the bushes.

He rose slowly, bleeding from scratched. "Today, pfft" He spat out some grass and leaves. "Sucks."

A car then pulled up next to him, where four familiar faces, each armed with a sub-machine gun stared at him.

He gave a salute. "Howdy, Ladies. Mind giving me a hand?"

Amber gave him a worried smile, and nodded. "Get in the back, please."

Jaune obliged, sitting in-between Vernal and Militia. "At this rate, you're never going to get my blood out of your car," He turned to Militia. "At this rate, she'll be the prime suspect of my murder, instead of you, or your sister."

She chuckled. "She'd be a great patsy,"

"Hey!"

Vernal nodded. "Yeah, she would, she can not speak in public to saver her life."

"Vernal!"

Militia shrugged. "Anyway, we can worry about that after, we get down with thing."

Jaune nodded. Sounded good to him.

The bear was still laying down when they got there, it seemed like it didn't have the strength to get up anymore, likely do to not having the support of it's front let, or enough sense to figure out how to do so.

Jaune got out, gesturing to it's head. "Focus fire there, don't stop until I say so, ready? Go."

Shadow-Bear didn't have any last thoughts or words, it wasn't that aware. Though, even if it did, the amount of lead being pumped into it's head, wouldn't let get think past one syllable.

Jaune held his hand up. "Alright, that's good." He said, the body already disappearing, everything stuck into it's body was falling to the ground, held up by nothing, and not even stained.

He peered into the car, seeing the clock. 12am.

Smiling at the girls, he asked. "Anybody up for breakfast?"

----

Flying over the sky, Red blushed, the other girls did too. They had gotten a bit too caught up in they're idol training, now they were late for patrol.

Who had known Ren, uh, uh, Lily she meant, internally fearing her wrath, could be such a demanding task master?

"My feet hurt," Red whined.

"My back hurts." Yellow added.

"I need a aspirin." Black added.

"My ego needs a band-aid" White said sadly.

"I feel fine." Crimson said pleasantly, getting a quartet of glares.

Things were slight for a moment.

"I blame Jaune for this." Red added, to a course of nods from the rest of the magical girls.

"Yeah, he is to blame," Blake continue. "Who knew he was keeping back two such monstrous forces, no wonder he's tired." She paused. "I always assumed it was drugs."

The rest nodded, then paused uncomfortably. "Ok, good to know I wasn't the only one who thought that." Yellow said. "Not that I think that now, he's a saint as far as I'm concerned, since he holds back Nora and Lily from the rest of the world."

"Definitely," White agreed. "I take back every bad rumor I started about him."

Crimson gave a chilling glare at White. "Is that so?"

White hid behind Red, who was also glaring at her, so she then hid Yellow. "I am sorry, I'll apologize tomorrow."

"Yes, you will." The two girls said eerily in tandem.

"It's not like he noticed, though!" That gave the girls pause.

However.

"That excuses nothing." Black said after a moment. "Like you can't go around saying he has a mammoth trunk down there. That'll ruin his chances with getting any good women."

White's mouth hung open, silent in shock.

Then added. "That's not one of mine, in fact, I thought one of you started it. To you know, make him get with a loose women to ruin his reputation ... more so. Actually, that would probably improve it."

"So, if none of us started it, who did?" Yellow asked.

Red rose a hand. "I didn't, but I heard it from the boys as they're were coming out of the locker room, I heard never seen anybody look so defeated." She also didn't put two and two together till now, then she blushed. "Oh."

Yellow blushed. "Oh."

"Oh." Black repeated.

White stared far into the distance. "Oh."

"Oh." Crimson added, though internally she yelled 'Jackpot,'

They stopped for a moment. Then White continued. "Could you imagine how much damage those two could do with our powers?"

Yellow paused thinking. "Oh, you mean Lily and Nora? Yeah, that would be insane, the world wouldn't survive!"

"And, Ms. Purple says we're bad," Red added.

Black nodded. "We really are the best option."

Crimson stared off into the distance, looking at a drifting cloud of dust.

The other girls noticed.

Then Yellow added. "When did we do that?"

#jaune arc #fanfic

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makur0 · 2 years

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HELLOOO!!! May I request a Dom Jun smut?? With praise and overstimulation please??

“Let me have my way with you.”

synopsis — whatever he asks, you shall give. you brought this upon yourself, after all. [jun sazanami x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! jun, couch sex, messy sex, penetration, overstimulation, praise, nipple play, lingerie, you and jun can’t take anything seriously

author’s note — sobbing that he’s not home yet… please come home jun 🥹 the food is getting cold [also random but my headcanon of jun being a cereal addict? random, right? i think it’s true.]

word count — 1197

“MY WHOLE LIFE IS A FUCKING LIE.”

Jun had suddenly burst into the apartment, that phrase being the first thing to leave his lips. You, who was seated on the couch, craned your neck to stare at the male. “Huh?”

Amber eyes stared at you, void of humor. “Did you know that Froot Loops are all the same flavor?”

“...WHAT-?!” You burst into laughter, doubling over as Jun looked at you forlornly. “You-” You wheezed. “You never knew that??”

“It’s my childhood cereal!” He yelled, causing you to laugh even harder at his seriousness. “I’ve always liked the red ones, and not the purples ones. We’re they really the same flavor all this time??”

“How did you find this out?” You choked out, still recovering from laughing so much. “Aw, baby.”

“Ibara had to fuckin’ cut in on me and Ohii-san’s conversation, and literally looked it up on the internet. I swear he had this sort of smug smile on his face-” He let out a harsh sigh, kicking his shoes off and tossing them in the corner. “First that, and I had a small job that went absolutely terrible.”

Shaking your head and chuckling, you threw your arms open as Jun fell into them, digging his face into your stomach and groaning. “Was it really that bad today?”

“Mhm,” He hummed against your shirt, moving himself so he could speak properly. “The producer had me do a small ad for some company, so I just took it without another thought. But the person who’s running it is a dipshit and changes his idea almost every ten minutes. God-” he then cut himself off, and you gave him a confused glance. “...

“The fuck is this?” his hand was brought up near your collar, drifting towards your- oh.

I forgot I had this on.

He had noticed the lingerie that you had on under your shirt and shorts, well, the strap of the top. The color matched his hair: a dark, indigo blue with intricate lacing that currently wasn’t open to his gaze.

Jun shot you a questioning look, his ears turning pink. “Is this what you do when you’re bored?”

“I-” You stuttered, cursing mentally that you didn’t change earlier. “It was a gift- from a friend. Yeah.”

After a second, you then shrugged helplessly. “Alright, I was trying it on for sometime we... you know. Something new, I guess.”

Jun contemplated this. If you were thinking about that in your free time, he probably wasn’t giving you enough attention... damn.

But another thing, you said whenever they did it. So you wouldn’t mind now, would you?

“You really have been working hard,” You grinned, tapping his nose. “My baby boy needs a little present after all his idol-ish stuff, doesn’t he?”

Jun scowled at him, his face flushing. “You’re not wrong... but can I have it now?”

“Eh?”

He smirked. His turn to make you flustered. “You heard me. May I please have my little gift now? Unless my baby girl can’t give it to me. How disappointing-”

“No!” You blurted, straightening your torso to rip off your shirt, causing the male to cough loudly at the sight. “I will give if you want!”

“...You’re so fucking brash, god-” He shook his head, pushing you to lay back down and proceeded to climb on top of you. “Whatever. It’s a nice set, though.”

“It is right?” You huffed proudly. “I know I- I mean my friend picked it out perfectly!”

“Right,” He muttered, not listening at all as he traced his fingers on your bra. “...”

“So I was thinking, like, riding or sum-” You were silenced by the single finger pressed to your mouth, round eyes looking up at Jun.

“Shush. And let me have my way with you,” He grumbled. “It’s my gift, after all.”

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“You’re doing great, good... one more? Please?”

He had drained all of your cockiness right out of you as soon as he started to get serious. Jun didn’t bother to take off your panties, instead pushing them aside in order to drill his cock continuously into you, your cum splattering everything in range whenever he slammed his pelvis against his ass.

You could only force out a garbled moan, too far gone to give him a real answer. Your grip on the pillow was so tight you were sure it was going to tear sooner or later, and your mouth was drooling so much it was starting to stain the couch. Hickeys and bruises littered your neck, shoulders, and lower back, and a prominent hand print was on your asscheek. For such a loving guy, he sure was rough...

Another choked noise left you as you felt yourself collapse into another countless orgasm, your back arching as he didn’t seem to slow down at all. Instead he cooed out a praise, ruffling your hair as if you were his dog. Compared to all of your orgasms, Jun only came once or twice, which would have infuriated you if you weren’t in a brain-dead state.

This was the first time he really went all out on you, and to say the least you were loving it.

“Such a good girl...” He chuckled. “This is a great gift, babe. Although I’m not done with you yet~”

He flipped you over onto your back, tossing your pillow away as he clashed his teeth against yours for a kiss, spit spreading all over. Instantly your hands reached for his hair and tugged, pouring your broken moans into his mouth. He seemed to slow down just a tad bit, but you weren’t recovering anytime soon until this man came to a full stop.

But you really didn’t want him to. When is the next time you’re going to feel like this? And plus, could you reach your breaking limit? How would that go?

Breaking the makeout session with a much-needed breath, he cleaned his face and reached to your breasts, pushing them out of the bra and starting to play with them. Although this was the first time he gave attention to them, you threw your head back at the sensitivity of your nipples, trying to arch away from his curious hands. “J-un! S’too much...-!”

“It’s not,” He immediately shot back, quickening his fingers. “You’re still sucking me in like a vise... fuck,” He cursed under his breath. “It’s telling me you can keep going, right?”

“I—” You swallowed. “Y’s... yes, please.”

Jun let out a pleased hum, retracting himself from your chest and gripping your waist as he fucked you harshly once again, groaning at your tightness. He really couldn’t get enough of you- even if he was was milked dry, the energy gone, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from such a treat. He couldn’t pull himself away from you.

He should probably get some sleep. Heck, he should keep some of his energy to deal with Hiyori later.

But with you, Jun could forget about the world and indulge himself in you. With you and your god-given pussy he could run away from his stress and dive into the pool of pleasure.

And sometimes, he didn’t feel so guilty about it.

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #jun sazanami #jun sazanami x reader #jun sazanami smut

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Your beautiful boyfriend won't get home till after 10 and you're missing him, every damn inch of him, so you drop by Family Video for a little flirtatious foreplay. What's the harm in that?

Warning: Pure girly 80s nostalgia trash 😍

It's 5'o clock on a Friday night in 1986. You lock up your shop with a jingle and jump into your cherry red '79 VW Super Beetle convertible. Your brain on autopilot, you start the car and mindlessly head back to your cute little apartment when you turn the radio dial and Eddie Money's 'Take me home tonight,' is already at the chorus.

"Take me home tonight, I don't wanna let you go till you see the light."

You sigh dreamily and pull over into the nearest strip mall parking lot. Your lip sticks out and the pout is so stupid and babyish, you shake your own head at yourself. It's just that… You miss him! And of course, this could be considered your song, since you played it for him on your first official date and then he gave you that look. The look that said 'I'll take you home tonight, and every night after.'

But Steve didn't have his own place then, so he brought you back to yours, and you never wanted him to leave. It wasn't long after that you decided to ask him not to leave, like ever again. And he had all his belongings there before 11pm that night.

You don't think you can stomach the next five hours without seeing him, thinking how lame it would be to just go sit at home in your pajamas and wait and pine for him.

So, you pull into the diner he likes that makes you feel like he's Archie and you're Veronica. Two to-go chocolate shakes with extra sprinkles and whipped cream later, you find yourself on the way to Family Video. You hit the gas to ensure you make it there before your brain starts working again and you force yourself to turn around and go home like any sensible girl would.

But hey, now you're already in the Family Video parking lot, might as well stop by and say Hey. You yank the rearview mirror to get the best look at yourself before pulling out your Maybelline Great Lash and bubblegum flavored Kissing Potion lip shine. Just to touch up. You spritz yourself with Calvin Kline Obsession and fluff your hair before grabbing his shake and heading inside.

The door jingles as you enter, making Steve look up right away, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as he says, "Well Hello, Beautiful."

The older couple he's checking out turn to look at you and smile. Steve licks his lips and flips his perfect hair, accidentally beeping the same movie twice with his scanner.

The couple turns back to him. "Sorry," Steve explains, "got distracted, that's my girl."

The couple doesn't mind. There are oohs and awws over young love and how they used to be just like you two. They agree that you're especially pretty and you just grin and thank them as you hand your boyfriend his milkshake. "Extra sprinkles just for you!"

He thanks you and waves goodbye as the couple leaves with their tapes. Steve's amber eyes sparkle. "How did you know how bad I was missing you?"

"Lucky guess," you smirk.

"Test out that kissing potion on me, yeah?"

Your palms pressed firmly onto the counter, you lift yourself up just an inch or two to reach him, melting as your lips touch his soft ones gently.

"It works," he sighs dreamily, "every damn time."

He leans in for more, "God you're perfect," he hums, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue. You allow him access, letting a cute, needy little moan to fall into Steve's hot mouth as his tongue teases yours.

"I wish I had backup," he breathes heavy when your lips finally part, "Cause I'd take you in the back room right now and show you how badly I missed you. How much I need you, Baby."

A pink blush creeps over your cheeks because Steve Harrington is a lot of things, but 'all talk' is not one of them. You feel the desire building lower and lower inside you as you think of last week when you came to visit him on your lunch break. He'd let Robin man the counter while he'd fucked you from behind over the back office desk, lending you his knuckle to bite on as you saw stars and tried not to scream, coming in wave after wave of ecstasy on your boyfriend's stupidly big, beautiful dick.

You pout again as you begin to hear footsteps approaching from behind you. All you want is him and that big, dumb cock that you can never get enough of, in that back room, right now! But it's about to become busy as hell in here and you both know it.

Steve sees the customer and waves them over, but keeps talking to you.

"Feel free to browse and grab whatever you want, but don't forget to check what I've picked out for you. I'd like to think I know what you like," he says with a smirk, tilting his head to the counter behind him.

He begins helping the customer, so you just nod and peek behind him. You see, under the counter, a big popcorn tub filled to the top with movies and snacks. Your cheeks are still rosy, thinking of how he used his time before you got here to reserve everything he thought you might want, so other girls couldn't swoop up the films you'd want to see. This only grows your desire for Steve, if that was even possible.

You head over to the counter behind him, grinning as you pull the bucket up to get a good look at what's inside. You get momentarily distracted seeing that the next customer is a gorgeous blonde, batting her big lashes at your boyfriend. You stifle a giggle as his eyes are totally glazed over, not noticing her hotness at all, it seems, not turning on his charm in the slightest, treating her just the same as the random guy in his 40s he'd helped before her. You are the luckiest girl in Hawkins, and you know it.

You pull out the red vines and m&ms to see the tapes underneath. You grin at his choices for you. St. Elmo's Fire. Breakfast Club. Teen Wolf. The fourth one makes you break out in giggles. Your laughter makes Steve turn and look at you with a mischievous smile. "Yeah I thought you'd like that."

You just shake your head, amused that Steve would think you'd get turned on by the viewing of, "Perfect," a cheesy looking love story that centers on the 80s aerobics craze, where John Travolta basically just thrusts his crotch in Jamie Lee Curtis' direction and vice versa for two whole hours. The fact that your boyfriend thinks you need Travolta to get turned on at all is utterly hilarious to you, considering you find Steve hotter than any movie star in existence.

"The perfect selection," you say just loud enough for him to hear while still helping customers, "just gonna browse once to see if you missed anything." You don't miss the slight shake of his head that says 'yeah, yeah, I could never guess your mood 100% but I tried.'

You wander the movie aisles at a leisurely pace, fingertips brushing against the textured vinyl of the cases of each tape. You find yourself in the horror section because you're that kind of girl, and you don't think Teen Wolf will quite cut it tonight. You needed something to pretend to be super scared of, ha! As if you needed an excuse to jump into Steve's arms, but it was always fun to pretend. You pick up the latest Friday the 13th, and head back to the counter.

He spots you coming with your pick and scoffs, "how could I be so dense? I picked teens falling in love when I could've picked teens getting murdered! I should've known!"

You add the tape and a box of Nerds to your stash and leave it there for him to bring home to you tonight. You blow him a kiss, "I love everything you picked," you assure him. You want to kiss him again but you feel more customers approaching so you simply smile and say, "Travolta has nothing on you, Babe."

He greets the next customer but his eyes are on every inch of you as you exit the store, "you just earned yourself an extra large, extra hot-"

You laugh as the door jingles.

"Pepperoni. See you at 10!"

You love the feeling of his desperation for you, his eyes trained on the curve of your ass in the tight Jordache jeans he bought for you as you walk out.

You are so glad you didn't just drive home and sulk. That was fun, you think, a little foreplay to keep your mind occupied until tonight. You can't wait.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things fanfiction

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jaxteller87 · 2 months

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Where I Need to Be 2

I was focusing more on the club than my personal life. Every time a run came up, I threw my hat into the ring and signed up for some open-road therapy. A few weeks had passed before I set foot in the house I call home, even though it felt more like a fancy hotel room at times. Generally, when I was stuck in my head, but that made everything different. I tossed my helmet on the kitchen counter, and from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a brand new flannel shirt folded on the counter.

“Hey, stud,” I heard Amber call out as she wheeled herself around the corner and into the kitchen.

I chuckled and leaned in for a kiss. She had come down from New York to visit, which always made things feel more homely. “Hey, darlin’! I’m uh— It’s good to see you.”

“You seemed surprised to see me,” Amber looked behind me like she expected me to see a woman following me in, “I’m not interrupting a hot date or anything, am I?”

“What?” I probably looked guilty, but her accusation couldn’t have been further from the truth. “No, it’s just I’ve been on the road. I haven’t been home in weeks, and the first time I stop by, here you are. It’s a very pleasant surprise; the timing is shocking, is all.”

“Oh,” she said, almost looking disappointed. “So, I told you I’d buy a new shirt for you since I ruined the other one.” It was true, and the last time I was home, actually. Opie and Donna were over for a cookout, and after a few beers, Amber thought she was a professional wrestler. Having had a few beers myself, I accepted her challenge. One thing led to another, and my flannel got torn. No big deal to me, I have a dozen of’em between the clubhouse and here— but it meant something to her.

Amber also stopped by the burger joint down the road and picked us up our usual. We sat there at the kitchen table and ate together like we used to do when we were teenagers in love. Through the idle chit-chat and small talk, I noticed that look in her eye, the one that says she has something on my mind that her lips don’t want to say.

“What’s up, darlin’?” I asked, “Something troubling you?”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know what this is or what it will become,” Amber confessed.

“Amber, honey—”

“Teller, please just let me ramble for a minute; I need to clear out some space in my head.”

“Well, in that case, drop your baggage, girl,” I said, sitting back, trying to replicate Donna or another girl pal.

“Cute,” she smirked, “But that’s why I broke things off a few months ago. I want there to be an ‘us’ so badly, and I think about it all the time, but then when I see you, it just reminds me that I’m not in any shape to be your girlfriend.”

“But darlin’,”

“Jax, let’s call it ‘us’ like we did when we were teenagers— no labels.”

“Are you finished?” I asked.

“I suppose,” Amber looked nervous but mildly relieved to say what she wanted to say.

“Well, the truth is I haven’t been with anyone since right after you broke it off. I admit, I got a little rowdy and hooked up with one girl.”

“Just tell me it wasn’t Ima,” I could see the worry in her eyes.

“It most definitely was not Ima. Some old croweater a few miles from Chino. I was too drunk to remember much else than that. I haven’t felt right since and just took to the road while you did you. But like ya said, whatever this is, I’m here for it— whatever you need, darlin’.”

“Damn it,” she mumbled as tears rolled down her cheeks. “This is what’s so frustrating—I’m fine, and then, boom, I’m a puddle of tears the next.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t allowing herself to grieve her parents’ passing properly, and now those feelings were resurfacing. Amber would bury herself in her work to keep her mind from straying into the painful stuff— but who could blame her? If I lost Gemma, I’d probably do the same thing.

The next night, I found myself at the club with my ma, taking a break from VP stuff and updating her on Amber.

“Baby, I wish I knew what to tell you,” she sighed sympathetically as I finished up my story with a sentence about me holding Amber in my arms as she cried herself to sleep.

“She’s in pain, ma. I just wish she’d come home. I mean, I get it—Amber can’t uproot her life; plans have to be made, but, still—I can’t help but think if she were here, surrounded by people who give a shit— she’d be better.”

Gemma smiled, placed her hands on mine, and nodded. It wouldn’t be long before I discovered how severe Amber’s depression had become. I felt like Ma was holding back on her true feelings, which was new for her. She’s always been a shoot-from-the-hip kind of person. The few times I knew of her to withhold her thoughts was when she believed they’d hurt me. Knowing this didn’t make me feel any better.

Once I got done using my mom as a sounding board, I returned home to find Amber asleep on the sofa with only one light on. Carefully, I laid down beside her, holding her close as we embraced in what she called the “full-body snuggle.”

“Jax?” she whimpered; she had been crying.

“It’s okay, darlin’. Big Papa’s here,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head as she drifted back to sleep.

Sometime later, I woke up alone. Expecting to hear Amber in the bathroom, but nothing. I lay there for a few minutes before I went on the search. As I approached the kitchen, I could smell the earthy aroma of a freshly lit joint, which led me to the side door— lo and behold, there she was. “You gonna share that?” I pulled over a chair from the table and plopped down beside her.

She exhaled and coughed in the other direction, handing me the joint. “Sure,” she coughed again softly.

“Sweet,” I took a big, long drag, held it for a minute, and then blew it out my nostrils like an angry bull.

“I just want you to know; I swear I’m not leading you on. But if you wanna bail until I get my head on straight, I totally get it.” Amber reached for the joint.

“I’m good, darlin’. You need to do whatever this is, and I promise I’ll be here waiting for you whenever you’re ready to call it what it actually is.”

“And what is it, actually, Teller?”

“If you gotta ask, then you really don’t know.” I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

After that, we went to the bedroom and snuggled up. It was as if my embrace was the only place Amber felt safe, where her demons didn’t scream at her. “You’re safe, Big Papa’s got you, my love,” I whispered, holding her tightly.

The next day, I woke up feeling like everything was good, but instead, I found Amber on the back patio, bawling her eyes out like a kid who just lost their pet hamster.

“Let me ramble for a minute,” she stuttered through her tears.

I nodded, taking her hand in mine.

“Jackson, I don’t know what’s wrong. That’s part of the problem. I haven’t said anything about this part yet— I turned 30, and then I said to my counselor, there’s something else wrong, but I don’t know what it is. I just keep twisting myself up in knots trying to fix it, and the only time I’m not in pain is when I’m with you,” she confessed.

“Shh, my love, it’s okay. I’m right here,” I comforted her.

“It’s not... your... job... to... fix... me,” she sobbed.

“You’re right; it’s not,” I said, wiping my face before she could see my tears. “But I can help you. Let me, please.”

“The only time I feel okay is when I’m in your arms, or well— when we’re— you know,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, sex with me is pretty great,” I smirked, but I instantly realized that she could have taken that the wrong way. Fortunately, she didn’t.

“Oh, Teller— don’t let it go to your head, but it’s true. Only I can fix me. But how can I fix something when I don’t know what the fuck it is?”

“We can figure it out together; that’s what I’m telling you. I’m here for ya, darlin’. I don’t know how you’re going to figure out what you need to figure out, but I’m here to support and help in any way I can. All I know is you’re right where you need to be, and that’s how I feel. Sorry if it’s selfish, but my life is better when you’re around, and I wish there were something I could do to make you see that.”

Later that night, I found myself on the back porch, alone with my drink—more Jack than Coke, as usual. About a month before the accident, Kim, Amber’s mom, had pulled me aside, saying I was going to have my hands full with her daughter when she turned 30. It was funny how right Kim was, but it was also a stark reminder of just how cruel life could be.

#jax x oc #jax teller #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller fluff

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evilasiangenius · 9 months

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The First Meeting

Dark copper hair gleamed in the sunlight as the angel looked out over the wall, down at the vast desert below, brilliant white wings tilted in counterbalance as the angel peered over the edge.

The angel didn’t initially notice that from behind him came the slithering and squirming of tentacles as a creature made it up and over the mighty wall, suckers propelling the great mass of the beast forward. But the angel did notice once it was upon the wall and the octopus’ skin flexed through a multitude of shimmering colors as it stood on a pair of legs, becoming an angel. A fallen angel, with striking pale hair in sharp contrast to the black feathered wings that unfurled behind him.

“Wait, aren’t you…?” Intimidated, the angel backed up as the Fallen strode forward in in his black robes lined with dark blue, the gleaming silver embroidery of the border reflecting all the colors of Creation. Upon his head he wore a twisted crown of black meteoric iron, in the shape of tangled tentacles.

The angel stared at the Fallen’s robe; it was the blue of the deep sea or perhaps the blue of the deep heavens, and something about that sent a shiver through the new corporeal form that the angel had been melded into.

“A Prince of Hell?” The Fallen looked amused. As he spoke his skin slowly pulsed through a multitude of colors; amber, obsidian, copper... “Yes, of course. Aziraphale, Seventh Prince of Hell. Lord of the Octopuses, Member of the Dark Council. A Lord of Hell. And you are?” With each word, Aziraphale slowly strode forward, his blue eyes fixed on the angel who retreated at the demon’s advance.

“Oh damn, a Prince of Hell. This wasn’t in the training.” The angel’s hands clapped over a rebellious mouth.

Aziraphale’s lips moved into a broad smile as he chuckled. “That’s what I am. Tell me, who are you?”

“Crowley. An angel. A Servant of the Lord God. Angel of the Ninth Choir of the Malachim. Third from the last row, five over from the end, you can’t miss me, I’m the tallest one in that row. Usually sing the middle voice so it’s really just the same note over and over most of the time-”

“You weren’t doing your job, were you? I hear there’s a big fuss going on about the humans getting kicked out of the Garden. Really, what a thing to do for a first offense, seems awfully unfair to me.”

“I, I don’t know? I wasn’t on duty then, I was just put on duty now and-”

“So where's that sword of yours? Didn’t they issue you a sword? I’ve seen them before, big flaming buggers, ready to smite?”

“I...I, well, uh, I was never issued a sword? I’m just a low-ranking angel, standing in for someone more important.” Crowley’s mouth moved into a nervous smile, and the angel slowly began to inch away from the Prince of Hell.

“Oh? No sword?” Aziraphale brightened.

“...no sword,” Crowley drooped.

“Excellent.”

As the angel backed away from the Prince of Hell, Aziraphale stretched out a black-feathered wing as Crowley nearly stepped off the end of the wall, gently nudging the angel back to safety.

Startled, Crowley nearly tipped over again, but once more Aziraphale righted him.

“Tricky thing, this gravity business,” Aziraphale said gently. “You’ll have to be more careful; you can hit terminal velocity rather quickly if your wings aren’t ready to fly.”

“Yes, tha-”

“No, no need to thank me. Best not. Even a Prince of Hell could get into a spot of trouble were one caught saving angels. Let’s just keep this between you and me,” Aziraphale winked.

Crowley felt hot and cold all of a sudden, both at once, realizing what had happened. Had a discorporation happened so soon, so quickly after being issued a corporeal form, it would have been a major disciplinary breach and the thought of what consequences would have come down in head office sent a shiver through the angel. But perhaps discorporation would have been preferred; everything was so much worse than the angel could have imagined now that Crowley was in a bind, doubly indebted to a Lord of Hell within minutes of being assigned to Earth.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Crowley.”

“Sure thing,” Crowley said politely. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lord Azir- uh, or is it Prince, erm-”

“Let’s dispense with the formalities. Just as I’ll call you Crowley, you may call me Aziraphale.”

“All right.” A hint of a nervous smile touched Crowley’s lips.

“Oh how lovely,” Aziraphale smiled at Crowley.

“Gkh?” Crowley asked.

Aziraphale’s eyes lingered on the angel before turning to look up to the iron gray sky. “It’s starting to rain.”

As the Prince of Hell stretched out his arms to welcome the falling water, he stretched out a black-feathered wing to shelter the shivering angel from the coming storm.

#angel crowley #demon aziraphale #good omens #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #reverse omens #good omens fanfiction #the seventh prince of hell #crowley is an ordinary angel without a flaming sword #aziraphale is a prince of hell and the lord of the octopuses

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lorcandidlucienwill · 4 months

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Auntie Gwyn and Uncle Eris part 2

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/lorcanisdabest/737441037448036352/uncle-eris-and-auntie-gwyn?source=share

You guys loved part 1 so much so I decided to make a part 2: Nesta tries to be a nanny.😂This is not anti any character so just enjoy!

Nesta cursed herself for rashly agreeing to babysit Nyx for a day. Cassian and Azriel had work in Illyria and Feyre and Rhysand were out sorting out some nonsense in the Hewn City. Mor was once again trying (and from what Nesta could figure, failing) to form an alliance with Vallahan. Elain had finally left the Night Court and from her last letter, Nesta figured she was meandering around the Day Court with her mate, Lucien. She should’ve insisted that one of the bats stay behind because this baby was staring into her soul with those gigantic purple eyes. Also, he smelled of shit. But Nesta had no idea how to change a diaper. She cursed a stream of colorful words that would’ve made her mother faint. A perk of being Fae- decorum was not the same. A low snort came from behind her. “Nesta Kingslayer, who stole from the Cauldron itself, defeated by a baby bat.”

Nesta started. She whipped her head around so fast it was a miracle her neck didn’t roll off her head. A handsome male was lounging in a couch near her like it was his personal throne. His short red hair had perfect waves, and his amber eyes gleamed in amusement as he watched Nesta glare at him, hands behind his head and legs spread before him. Effortlessly casual, yet elegant and distractingly handsome.

Nesta snapped out of it. The last time she had spoken to Eris Vanserra, she’d rudely turned down his offer of marriage. She had been sorely tempted to accept for a moment, she had to admit- but that was all over with now. “What are doing here? How did you get in?” Nesta demanded. “Tut, tut. Is that any way to speak to important allies?” Eris’s full lips twisted in a taunting smirk, and for the first time, Nesta noticed he had dimples. Damn him. A snake that venomous should not be so tempting. "Answer my question."

"I'm important. I can get in wherever I want," was all he said. "Now, are you going to ask for my help with Nyx or not?" "I don't need your help," Nesta snapped. She stomped away, willing herself to just appear at the House of Wind to get away from this male who was getting on her nerves.

Nesta blinked. In a few moments, she had appeared directly in the House of Wind. How had she done that? Pure luck, she supposed. Anyhow, she'd ask Gwyn for help. She would know what to do better than her.

"You mean you've never handled a baby?" Gwyn asked incredulously as Nesta begged her for help.

"Of course not! When would I have had time for that?"

"Did you never handle Elain or Feyre?"

"...No?"

"Well, there were plenty of babes in Sangravah. We used to have a nursery for all the little children. I used to volunteer there sometimes, clean them up, maybe feed them. I can help. Do you have a clean diaper?" Nesta handed it to her, and Gwyn gently took off the dirty diaper. Almost immediately, Nyx released a torrent of shit, half of which landed on Gwyn's face. "Oh my god!" Nesta cried. But although Gwyn winced, she cleaned the baby and placed the clean diaper on like it was normal. "Ughh, I was hoping that wouldn't happen. I have to go take a shower and then practice for a ceremony tonight. You can handle the rest, right?"

Wrong. Just a couple of minutes after Gwyn left, Nyx began crying. Ugh, damn the little thing! Why was he crying?

"I don't understand baby language," she hissed at Nyx. She frantically tried to rock the infant, hoping he'd fall asleep. He only cried louder.

"Wow, I suck at this," Nesta muttered.

Eris's trademark insufferable smirk returned as Nesta huffed and puffed her way back to the main palace. She had tried to winnow again but had failed. Just a lucky try, as she had expected. And now she was absolutely exhausted.

"Please-help," she gasped. Eris, thankfully, did not make a snide comment, simply took the infant from her arms and muttered soothing words. Nyx cried back.

"He's hungry," Eris said, as if he was an expert in babyology. Perhaps with six younger brothers, he was.

"How do you figure?"

"Just trust me, Nesta Archeron," Eris said smoothly. "Do you know where the kitchen is?"

Nesta led Eris to the kitchen, and Eris briefly returned Nyx to her hands while he mixed some ingredients together: milk, a variety of oils, yeast flakes, some kind of powder Nesta didn't recognize but thought smelled vaguely of cherries, etc. When he was done, he carefully poured the mixture into a bottle and took Nyx back into his arms. He placed the bottle at Nyx's mouth, and the little bat happily began chugging the substance. Eris periodically stopped Nyx to rub his back, prompting a few burps from him before putting the bottle back in his mouth. He fed Nyx with as much grace as he had when dancing. Nesta had the distinct feeling that the male would've made a very good father had he been given the chance to do so. The thought sent an unexpected wave of sadness through her. Did the male ever desire children but fear having any under the cruel hand of Beron? "There you go," Eris said when he was done. Nyx was looking pleasantly sleepy now, his eyes nearly closed. Nesta gaped at Eris. "Thank you," she forced out. Grateful as she was, it was still an effort to thank the male for anything. That insufferable smirk returned, and he mockingly bowed to her.

"It's an honor to be of service. Though when I told you we'd play later, Nesta Archeron, I didn't quite imagine that we'd be playing house."

Nesta blushed. "I thought I could handle taking care of a baby for a few hours. I was wrong."

A hearty chuckle. "Are you admitting you needed my help, Nesta Archeron?"

She scowled. "You already know the answer to that."

"I do."

And Nesta watched as Eris Vanserra strolled out of the palace kitchen, as smug as you'd expect a pampered High Lord's heir to be.

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He Knows What’s His

Fandom: Stranger Things

Relationship: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Word Count: 3,930

Warnings: Smut (h e a v y), Biting, Roughness

Description: Eddie comes back from the Upside Down, but he isn’t normal anymore. But he’s drawn to the scent of what is his- Steve wearing his battle vest.

The time was 1:30am in Hawkins, Indiana. Military police had made themselves very well known in the small little town since the “earthquake” had hit and released demons from the deepest depths of hell, also known as the Upside Down.

Unbeknownst to the military, a small hole in the middle of the woods was beginning to open up. Bright orange-ish purple light poured from the hole as a scrawny, withered arm clawed it’s way through. A second scrawny arm joined it and pulled through a shadowy, long-haired figure. Once the figure was at it’s feet, large black and red wings pried themselves from it’s back and fluttered in the cold night air. The figure seemed confused, like it was in a familiar place but couldn’t pinpoint why it was familiar.

As it gained it’s bearings, the creature began to sniff the air. A strange scent began to fill it’s nostrils. A scent it knows. It’s scent. A growl left it’s lips as it crouched closer to the ground before lunging itself into the air- following it’s scent trail.

Steve tossed and turned in his bed. The sound of police cars and gunshots ringing through his ears. His town was under siege by monsters and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do. If he actually did get the chance to sleep, he would wake up almost immediately in a cold sweat from the nightmares. Nothing would ever be the same anymore. Max was in a coma, Eddie is dead, he even had a permanent scar around his throat from those damn bats in the Upside Down.

A loud whooshing noise brought Steve out of his pool of angst. He shot himself up in bed, getting up to look outside the window. His eyes scanned the backyard and all the way to the tree line. He couldn’t see a thing so he laughed it off and slammed his window shut. Once he turned around though his blood ran ice cold. Something he never thought to see again a day in his life stood right before him. Well, not something. Someone.

Eddie.

His “war” clothes were tattered and shredded, his skin coated with dirt had turned a ghostly white. His hair seemed to have gotten even more curly since he been gone somehow. His beautiful amber eyes had now changed to a bright crimson and his teeth looked sharp as knives.

”E-Eddie?” Steve stammered, the need to cautiously put a hand out to him taking over.

Eddie jerked himself back when Steve put his hand out.

”Eddie?” He repeated, staring cautiously at Steve. “Who is Eddie?”

Steve shook his head in disbelief, “Eddie, do you not remember me or something? It’s me, Steve. Steve Harrington? King of Hawkins High!” He said the last bit with some sarcasm and waved his hands at his sides.

Eddie scanned Steve’s body up and down. His clothing surely didn’t depict any type of king. But something about that name brought a warm feeling to Eddie’s chest. Steve. He knew that. How did he know that? His brain side tracked itself as his own scent overwhelmed his nostrils. He flung himself away from Steve and to under Steve’s bed.

“Hey! What the hell?”

Steve started to go grab his legs to drag him out from under his bed, but Eddie quickly emerged- holding his battle vest. Steve’s face was as hot as he could ever imagine. He stammered and stuttered, trying to find an excuse to Eddie on why he still had it but Eddie couldn’t care less. He was hyper focused on his vest. His clawed fingers slid over each patch and small memories slowly faded back in to his mind.

”Big boy…” He cooed, stroking a particular blood stain around the collar of the vest.

”What… What did you just say?”

Eddie looked up from the vest to Steve, “I remember you… Big Boy…”

Steve went blank for a moment but he quickly remembered the moment in those old people’s RV. He smiled a bit, “Sure Eddie, I’m Big Boy.”

”I remember… I…” Eddie shook his head, trying to find his words, “This is mine. You have this. Why do you have this?”

”You gave it to me, remember? I jumped in the lake without my shirt and you gave it to me to cover up.” Steve lifted his shirt to show his many scars from the demobats, littering his skin like large freckles. “See? I was eaten up really bad and you save me from those damn bats.”

Eddie growled at Steve, his wings fluttering behind him in anger. How had Steve not noticed those before?

”Sorry.” He mumbled.

Eddie hugged the vest close to him as if more memories were going to pop back up the tighter he held it. Steve could tell what was going through his mind and slowly stepped closer to the monster who had consumed his friend. Eddie hadn’t yet noticed, but Steve was being very generous with how close he was getting to him. Before he knew it, Steve's hand was in his hair and drawing little circles with his nails against Eddie's scalp. Eddie was going to lunge at Steve but very quickly melted into his touch. Steve smiled as the man before him was basically putty in his hand.

"When we were hiding you I would play with your hair and scratch your head to calm you down."

"I do now. Babysitter Steve."

"Oh come one, Big Boy and Babysitter are what you remember about me?" Steve laughed at him, still continuing to scratch at his head.

Eddie looked down to him, crimson eyes trying to meet hazel. He watched the way Steve laughed at his memories. Their memories. Steve could feel Eddie's eyes burning into the side of his head and looked over to find exactly that. His heart fluttered, being under his gaze like this. He had always dreamed of this, Eddie being back home with them and they can finally live their lives together but this was different. Eddie was technically still dead to the whole town and well... he looked like it too.

"Steve-"

Steve drew himself from his thoughts and looked back into Eddie's eyes. His pupils were blown wide.

"What Eddie?"

Eddie's hand found it's way to Steve's cheek, brushing his thumb gently over this skin. A tear left his eye and fell down his face. "I fuckin missed you, man."

Steve reached his hand up to grasp Eddie's being mindful of his new claws. "Fuck I missed you too, Ed."

What happened next floored him. Eddie pushed forward, drawing Steve in to him and pressed their lips together. Steve was surprised but he melted into the gesture. He'd been waiting months for this to happen. Almost a whole fucking year later. Steve threw his arms around Eddie's neck and pushed himself deeper into the kiss. Eddie moved his hands down to Steve's hips and held him in place, grounding him so Steve wouldn't move away from him and dropping the vest in the process. He needed this. How could he forget his Steve? Eddie pried Steve's lips apart with his tongue. He wasn't patient enough to toy with Steve and Steve was so very thankful. He keened at the feeling of their tongues sliding against one another. Eddie tasted musky. Like he had been living in the woods the whole time. It was a sour yet tangy taste and Steve didn't care, he just couldn't get enough of it.

Eddie knelt down without parting the kiss to pick Steve up. Once Steve was safely in his arms, he parted the kiss.

"Do you wanna take this a step further?"

Steve raised his eyebrow with a smirk, now wanting to toy with Eddie himself. "What do you mean by that, Batsy?'

Eddie growled playfully, walking quickly to the edge of Steve's bed and falling back onto it. When his wings broke his fall, he decided to retract them. A nasty squelching noise could be heard as they put themselves back in his body.

"That was fucking gross, y'know?"

"Not like the things I'm about to do to you, Big Boy.”

Steve shuddered. When he said it like that...

Steve freed himself from Eddie’s grip and straddled his hips. He locked eyes with him as he tore his t-shirt off, leaving him in nothing but a pair of grey sweat pants. Eddie’s eyes wandered dangerously low. His hands smoothed up Steve’s torso, his nails lightly scratching at the skin below. Steve hissed in pleasure. The feeling of Eddie’s claws made his cock twitch to life.

”Fuck Eddie…”

Eddie hummed and licked his lips. He could feel how hot Steve was for him- smell it even. He could smell lust pouring out of Steve’s body. It was driving him crazy. Steve moaned breathily as he felt Eddie’s cock grow beneath him.

”Feeling what you do to me? Hm?” Eddie’s hands reached Steve’s chest, flicking at one of his nipples.

Steve almost yelled. All of these small touches and feelings were enough to make him wet his fucking pants.

”Yes, yes Eddie, god I feel you.” Steve moaned more, biting his lip as Eddie twisted his nipples between the tips of his claws. “Fucking hell I- hnn - I need to taste you.”

Eddie chuckled scooting back further on the bed so Steve had enough room to scoot between his legs. He grabbed a fistful of Steve’s hair and jerked him forward, making Steve’s eye almost pop out of his head. “Do what you want… baby boy.”

Was he seriously trying to kill him? Steve whined and try to lurch forward to capture Eddie’s mouth, but Eddie had a good grip. He teased at Steve with a show of his fangs. “God, of course you have a praise kink.”

”Something you should’ve remembered, BatMan.”

Eddie pulled on Steve’s hair at the comment. While he was pushing a lot of pain on Steve, he knew Steve would let him know if something was too much. “Apparently a fucking brat too.”

Steve snickered softly and looked up to Eddie with hooded eyes. Next thing he knew, his face was being shoved roughly into Eddie’s crotch. Eddie unzipped his busted up fly and pressed Steve’s face into his hot, covered bulge. Steve moaned against it with drool starting to coat the layer of blood stained underwear over it.

Steve started to mouth at the hard muscle, swirling his tongue just to hear Eddie purr like a dangerous animal below him. The taste of Eddie’s sweat and dried blood made his head spin and he couldn’t get enough. He felt like he was dreaming. Was he? He knew he couldn’t have been when Eddie’s claw scratched hard enough at his scalp and Steve groaned hard.

He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed Eddie in him one way or another, so Steve jerked his head up and ripped Eddie’s underwear down to free his… wow. Steve couldn’t help but stare now. Whatever happened down there made him obnoxiously huge. Like inhumanly huge.

”Are you gonna suck me off or what yet, Harrington?”

Steve blinked out of his daze and up to Eddie, “Now who’s impatient?”

He was gassing himself up. He wasn’t sure if he could even fit Eddie in his mouth like this. Thankfully he was already coated enough with some of Steve’s spit and precum- so all he could do was hope. Steve licked a long line from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip and Eddie flung his head back.

”Fuuuuck…” He gasped, hot puffs of breath leaving his body.

Steve felt a bit more confident and wrapped his lips around the tip of Eddie’s cock. Eddie whined and growled at the feeling, trying to hold back the urge to shove Steve’s head into his lap. Even he had to admit, he did feel a lot bigger. Steve swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping and suckling at it and enjoying all of Eddie’s flavor he could get.

“Baby boy, please go down. Don’t make me do it myself..”

He stopped what he was doing for a moment and thought on it before continuing his taunting, sliding his tongue back and forth over Eddie’s hole. Eddie scoffed and shoved Steve’s head down about and inch or two with one rough motion. Steve cried out in pleasure, feeling Eddie’s cock hit the roof of his mouth.

“Holy hell, you’re being a real brat tonight.”

Steve hummed in agreement and it made Eddie keen. Steve began to move his up and down, seeming to go lower each time. Eddie is a very impatient man though, so he grabbed each side of Steve’s face and began fucking into his mouth. Steve’s hand flew to his own crotch, diving into his pants to paw at his cock. He’s letting Eddie do whatever he wants with him tonight.

The only sounds in Steve’s bedroom at the moment were Eddie’s whiny pants and the wet noise of him going in and out of Steve’s mouth. At this point, Steve had relaxed enough to at least let the tip of Eddie’s cock hit the back of his throat without gagging. The more Eddie fucked into his face the closer Steve was getting to blowing his own load.

”’M gonna cum, baby boy. You ready?”

Upon hearing those words, Steve tapped on Eddie’s hand to tell him to stop. Eddie immediately halted, looking to Steve like a scared puppy.

”W-What- what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Steve laughed, coughing a bit and wiping his mouth off of drool. “No. Not even fucking close.” He looked up to Eddie with blown pupils and a blood red face, “I want you to fuck me, Munson. Please… Please fuck me with your huge cock…” With every word Steve crawled up Eddie’s body and captured his lips on the last one. Eddie’s eyebrows raised up high, he kissed Steve back but quickly parted.

“Are you sure? I don’t want it to seem like I’m forcin-“

”You aren’t forcing me to do anything, you dumb bat.” Steve shuffled in his spot, his erection starting to hurt from need. “I just need you to get me ready first.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn for his eyes to go huge. His face relaxed and went mute while he looked at Steve. “Ask me again.”

Steve smirked and sat back on Eddie’s lap, “Eddie, please. Fuck me.”

Eddie licked his lips with a smirk and shoved Steve down on the bed by his shoulders. “Say no more.” He started moving down Steve’s sweat pants until his cock flung free. “I like it, going commando.”

Steve chuckled and smacked Eddie on the shoulder, “Shut up and touch me already.”

Eddie took that as the notion to move on and tapped his first two fingers on Steve’s lips, “Say ‘ahhh’.”

Steve obliged and opened up his mouth, cooing when Eddie’s warm fingers pressed against the flat of his tongue. He suckled on them for. Moment, swirling his tongue between them to coat them well. Once Eddie felt it was good enough, he jerked his fingers out of his mouth with a wine of protest from Steve. He slowly moved his hands down between Steve’s legs and teased his hole with his middle fingers, tracing the outside of it with the tip of his finger.

Steve’s mouth dropped open at the feeling, his body shivering from the contact. No one had ever touched him like this, not even himself. He had always had dreams about it. About Eddie. When Eddie felt like Steve had had enough, he slowly pressed in a finger. Steve flinched and Eddie halted.

”All good?”

Steve panted. He felt like he was gonna burst from the mix of pain and pleasure he was feeling. Just Eddie’s finger alone in him was almost enough to make him cum. He nodded for Eddie to continue and he pushed his finger in more at a slow pace. He let Steve get adjusted to the feeling before slowly thrusting his finger in and out of Steve’s hole. Steve’s hands gripped and the bedsheets below him until he could feel his own nails through them. Eddie reached down to pump his own cock while curling and thrusting his finger in and out of Steve.

”Ready for another, Steve-y boy?”

Steve nodded impatiently, his hips following Eddie’s hand every time he pulled out of him. Eddie quickly added another finger, scissoring them inside of Steve to stretch him out for his monster of a cock. He had to hold down Steve’s hip with his free hand to keep the man still.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-“

Between each pant Steve would call out his name in a chant. He could feel his stomach twisting into a hard knot and he didn’t want it to end. Before he could even tell Eddie to stop, he could feel the knot snap in half and hot streams of his cum started to sport against his stomach. Steve leaned his head back against the bed and his mouth hung open while Eddie pushed him through his orgasm.

“There you go; Atta, boy.” Eddie soothed Steve in a hushed voice, giving him plenty of praise and rubbing circles into the dip of his hip.

Once Steve had calmed down Eddie slowly pulled his fingers out of Steve and dipped them into the pool of cum on Steve’s stomach. He brought the slick coated fingers to his lips and sucked. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and moaned.

”Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you.”

”Gonna?”

Eddie scoffed and dove onto Steve, sucking him into a deep kiss. He slid his tongue against Steve’s and Steve sighed into the kiss when he tasted himself on Eddie. He tasted of them. ‘Us’ he thought. The kiss was less rough than the previous ones, there was tenderness in Eddie’s movements. Trailing small pecks down Steve’s neck and gently scratching his fangs against the skin. Steve could only feel pure bliss. Eddie had to stop using his teeth before something bad happened.

He shuffled his pants down to his knees, exposing more tender scars from his time below. He sat up from Steve with a whimper of protest and wrapped Steve’s legs around his waist. When he was finished he continued his assault of kisses against Steve’s skin, trailing them down to his chest and torso. When Eddie got to the dried up cum on Steve’s stomach he stuck his tongue out to lap at what was left.

A content sigh came from Steve. This felt wonderful to be babied like this, but he was already getting hard again and he really needed more.

”Ed-.”

He looked up to Steve, “Be patient.” He scolded softly, continuing his work.

Steve flopped his head back on the pillows. He really was being impatient, but he wasn’t complaining! Since Eddie got here he had went from basically a feral dog to the sweetest pup. More memories had continued to flood through Eddie’s mind. How he’s felt for Steve since sophomore year of high school, to be specific. He didn’t want to just get a quick fuck to mate like a rabid animal. He wanted Steve to know that he was wanted. Seen. Loved.

Eddie lifted himself up on his arms to look at Steve. He was flushed and his eye lids were half closed. He looked like someone turned the definition of beauty into a living being.

“I guess you’ve behaved long enough, Big Boy.” He cooed, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a few quick pumps.

“Yes, Eddie, please… I need to feel you.”

That was all Eddie needed to start pushing into Steve. Steve hiss and whined in pain, but Eddie knew to keep going. He pressed in until Steve’s hole had consumed over half of his cock. He needed to take this slow if Steve was truly gonna take him in. When Steve was ready Eddie reached up to grab both of his hands to pin him to the bed. Both hands were holding Steve’s to the mattress as Eddie slowly began to fuck into him.

”H-Holy…” Steve couldn’t even finish his sentence, he was completely in shock from all the feelings and sensations he was experiencing. Yeah, it fucking burned like hell, but fuck was it mouth watering.

Eddie kept a steady pace, licking his lips and groaning as he watched Steve’s face contort with every thrust he made. He decided to get a bit cocky and pulled out as far as he could before slamming back into Steve with full force. Steve cried out. Thank god his parents weren’t in the country right now.

”FUCK.” He screamed, “Holy fuck Eddie, do it again.” Steve began panting, tears falling from his eyes.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow, he himself trying to catch his breath, “You su-“

”EDDIE MUNSON FUCK ME.”

Eddie wasted no time. He pushed Steve’s legs back until his knees were on either side of his own stomach and began pounding into Steve, the full length of his cock being swallowed by Steve’s hole. Steve was full on sobbing at this point. Eddie himself felt like he was going to explode at the pure sin before him. Every time the tip of his cock hit Steve’s prostate, Eddie would whine and hiss with pleasure, he couldn’t tell who would be bruised more after this was all over.

The smell of Steve and Eddie’s sweat combining threw Eddie over the edge. He couldn’t hold back his temptations anymore. He dove into Steve’s neck and sank his fangs deep within the muscle, slurping up whatever blood came out of it. Steve felt his body freeze but somehow he started to shake. Between Eddie’s cock still pounding into him and the burning fire in his neck, He came once more, letting out a loud sob in the form of Eddie’s name. Eddie sighed in content as he pulled off of Steve’s neck, a mixed line of spit and blood keeping them connected as he sat back up to rock Steve through his second orgasm. He could already feel his own building up and quicken his pace.

He watched Steve closely, making sure the poor guy didn’t pass out on him. Hot puffs of air were the only thing Steve could produce from his mouth and just the sight of him covered in little bruises and Eddie’s mark was enough to make Eddie explode inside of Steve. Hot loads of cum filling his insides. Steve even felt enough heat pool down his ass to know Eddie was leaking out of him. Eddie threw his own head back as he came, pulling out once he felt he was finished.

He flopped down on the bed next to Steve. The two sat in silence for an actual long time. So long that Steve could could see the sky start to turn a light purple from the sun starting to come up. Steve looked over at Eddie and he was already sound asleep. He had fallen asleep with his hand on Steve’s chest. Steve laid his hand on top of Eddie’s and smiled.

”Goodnight, Eds. I’m happy your home.”

Eddie smiled in his sleep. He slightly opened his eyes enough for Steve to see shiny crimson orbs.

“I am too. Love you.” And just like that he was asleep once more.

Steve’s face lit up like Eddie’s eyes. But his features softened and he cuddled into Eddie more.

”Love you too.”

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