(This is the idea I'm tornenting friends with on Discord) Imagine Mario and Luigi regularly using the warp pipe between Brooklyn and the Mushroom Kingdom, and no one realizes the path between the two is slowly breaking down until one day, it stops working...

... And Mario and Luigi are on opposite sides

Me: *sits and contemplates what I just read*

...

Oh...Oh that's just....

You are cruel! That is unspeakably cruel 💔

Unravel

AFAB!Reader x Mark Hoffman

Word count: 1.8k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, masochism, size difference, some brief talk of weight, creampie, mostly Dom!Reader but some Dom!Mark, spitting, p in v

Summary: Your ex, Mark, has no where to go after the glass coffin trap and needs your help...even though you've been on a break.

Notes: I wanted to challenge myself to write a fic that has more detail this time. Reading my works back they all seem super quick to get into the action. So let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

You jump out of your skin at the loud bang against your apartment door. You begrudgingly roll over to the bedside table to check your phone: 1:03AM. Sighing, you put on slippers and stagger to the door. There's a more polite knock this time as you look through the peep hole: it's Mark Hoffman.

You and Mark had a rocky relationship ever since he became an apprentice for John Kramer. You found out from his clothing being torn, covered in oil and miscellaneous substances, or just straight up gone missing, and confronted him about it. He showed you the way of the traps and Kramer's ideology, part of you was sick to your stomach thinking about how many people have died like this, but the other part of you was seriously into how he would build the traps, brainstorming ideas and coming home all hot and bothered. But in the end, you had to take a break, Mark couldn't commit to a relationship as he was essentially married to his work. What you both had was fun, but you always wanted something more.

You unlock the door and Mark tumbles into your flat and walks straight into the kitchen. When you turn around you notice his once silk blue shirt is now red, full of cuts and glass shards. You don't quite know how he got to you; did he drive? Walk? Either way it was impressive how he's still standing. He swipes the kitchen table clean and dumps a first aid kit down. "Fix me", he demands of you. You sigh, thinking about how many months have passed without hearing from him and he turns up like this out of the blue, then inevitably grab some tweezers and sterilising fluid.

Nothing more is said after that, the only sound in the room is you cutting off Hoffman's shirt. Mark had actually trained you in first aid since he started up the traps, to cover for all eventualities. Things like how to stitch a wound, fix dislocations, and so on. You didn't think you'd actually have to use it when he left. It's not exactly like he could fish out the shards himself so it made sense in a way, even though it was painful for you to see him again. Maybe not as painful as the actual glass in his back though. You carefully start removing pieces from him, every so often he flinches but stays as stoic as ever. You put each shard on the table, disinfecting the tweezers as you go. It's painstaking, especially without a word being said. There's too many thoughts whizzing around your head, you wouldn't even know where to start, so you focus on your work instead.

You dab at the wounds with wipes, you notice a couple of particularly deep ones need stitches, and few more need steri-strips. You start to unwind your thread, and begin to close them up. He still flinches and groans occasionally as you fix his wounds. You're surprised you have enough steri strips for the rest. You give it one last glance over to make sure there's no more tint hidden pieces. Once you're happy with your work, you start to pack the rest of the stuff away.

As you reach for an unused bandage, Hoffman suddenly grabs your wrist. You turn to look at him, and he looks at you, deeply into your eyes, as if to say "thank you" without actually saying it, since that wasn't really part of his nature. He then glances down briefly at your lips. He thinks you didn't notice, but you did, and you look down at his too.

There's a lot of tension in the room, and you find it extremely hot that not a word has been said in the last two, maybe three, hours. You've lost track of time, you always do when Mark is around, because nothing else matters. You start to move forward into a kiss but you stop, inches away from him. Mark looks at your lips again. Then he suddenly puts his hand on the base of your skull behind your head and grips your hair. You let out a little surprise gasp.

Then everything happens so fast.

Mark slams his lips against yours, like a man starved, his kisses are desperate and all tongues. You both lightly moan through the heavy kisses, you sit on his lap and start to drag your hand through his hair in exchange, tugging occasionally. You start grinding while on his lap, searching for more. You can feel his member through his trousers. Then you accidentally knock one the cuts on his back and he groans out in pain, however you couldn't help but notice his cock twitch as you did so, now semi erect. You both stop for a bit and share a glance, not one of humiliation but of realisation. You raise an eyebrow, intrigued, and start to purposefully play with one of his stitched wounds. Mark moans and quickly grabs your other hand that's resting on his chest.

"Stop", he commands. There's clearly some unsaid things between you and Mark. You stop and look at him, you both look at each other with need and desperation.

"I don't know how far I'll go, I can't promise I'll be gentle", Mark has danger in his eyes.

"I know", you admit. Mark was always the kind to take out a rough day at work through sex, and you had a feeling tonight was no exception. But it somehow felt different. It could be the time you've had away from each other, or whatever he experienced that night had him particularly wound up.

"Same safe word?", you ask. He nods slightly, and in a flash he's back to passionately kissing you. He lifts you up, trying to walk you to the bedroom, but can't see where he's going as he's so tied up in the moment. He slams you into a wall, you moan as the air is pushed out of you.

You break the kiss momentarily to remove your top, you must have each other now and can't wait until you're in the bedroom. Mark removes your bra, his hands replacing it. His hands are so large, one hand seems to cover your entire chest. His rough skin feels amazing on your soft breasts. You moan as you remove your underwear. Mark breaks the kiss to kick off his trousers and underwear. He catches you looking at his erection, he walks back over to you and grabs your hair.

"How do I look?", he growls in your ear. You moan and start to kiss him again.

Without warning he pushes his cock into you. You forgot how well he filled you up. He was just the right size, but girthier than average. His thickness stung a little since he slammed into you without warning, but it's a good thing you were already slick with arousal. You hold him around his neck as he's lifting you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he's slamming into you against the wall.

With him still inside you, he then carries you over to the kitchen table. It's a good thing you packed everything away earlier. You put your feet on the edge, with your back on the table. Mark continues to push inside of you, sweat starting to glisten down his forehead, onto his large chest. Somewhat hairy, but oh so broad. His frame and arms have always been a turn on for you. Sometimes he was self conscious about his weight but you found it extremely hot. Especially the way it felt on top of you.

You sit up, breaking his momentum briefly, as you can feel the table shake, becoming more and more unstable. You push him to the chair where he was sat as you were cleaning his wounds, and motioned for him to sit down. You straddle him like before, only this time you were completely naked. You haven't felt this powerful for a while. You start to ride him, reaching behind you to start and fondle his balls. He tilts his head back in pleasure, mouth wide open. You stop briefly to hold his jaw open, you look over him as a dribble of your spit travels into his mouth. You forcefully close his mouth to get him to swallow, and continue to ride him.

It's not often you're able to take charge, but you were enjoying it. Hoffman, even though he wouldn't admit it afterwards, likes to think he's dominant at heart, but also loves it when someone takes control.

Your hands start to trail down his back once again. You could feel a few of his stitches had begun to unravel. Mark hisses as you trace your fingers over them. You stop briefly, making sure he was okay with you going further. After no safe word, you continue to pluck open a wound. Mark pretty much jumps out of his seat, slamming into you as he does so. You both moan, the lines of pleasure and pain blurring. You start to dip your finger into the warmth, blood coating your finger and travelling down his body.

"Y/N, I'm gonna-", Mark trails off. You remove your finger, and smear the blood as you caress his face. Around his lips, his jaw, down to his neck.

Mark is VERY into this, he's a massive masochist and seeing you like this has his mind going into overtime. What traps could you come up with? Maybe you could come with him during the next game, getting off on your hard work, putting each other in a trap, and seeing others in them. Watching them struggle in your game, totally oblivious to you and Mark having the steamiest sex of your lives over the monitor.

At this thought, he starts to cum inside of you. The biggest orgasm of his life. You continue to ride his orgasm out of him, the amount of cum you can feel inside you also triggers your orgasm. Mark slams you down by your shoulders to get you to stop moving as his penis slowly grows softer and twitches inside of you. You collapse into Mark's chest, both of you breathless.

You both sit there for a moment, taking everything in. Mark still inside you, his cum leaking out onto the chair, onto the floor, mixing with the blood from his wound that you opened.

You eventually move and mention that you should clean him back up. Mark reluctantly agrees. Neither of you decide to put your clothes back on, as you start to disinfect the table and open your first aid kit again. You mend his stitches and clean him up, and Mark is giving you that look again. Looking at your lips, totally helpless. You sigh as you realise you'll be stitching him back up once again.

Broken Bonds - ch 1.

a/n: hopefully a series :)))) stay with me for the start here okay guys good things come to those who wait 🤡

summary: as azriel leaves for a long mission in vallahan, you find that clinging onto old bonds does nothing to heal them.

warnings: reader's pregnant, falling out of love, angst. dark mental health themes.

word count: 1594.

pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // epilogue?

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The Night Court was abuzz with activity, as preparations for Azriel's departure on a long mission to Vallahan were underway. The news had come suddenly, leaving everyone scrambling to get everything in order. Azriel was to leave in two days' time, and the thought of being apart from him for so long was almost too much to bear. You had begged and pleaded with Rhys to not let Azriel go, delay the mission, shorten the mission, anything. Obviously, he did not budge on the decision, but you could imagine the strain on a High Lord that war would bring, especially since he also had Nyx now. Ultimately, you did know the importance of his mission. Mor had returned to Velaris as the Night Court Emissary to Vallahan, but she needed backup and Azriel's skillset along with his ability to fly was perfect. He had left for many dangerous missions in the past, but when you had asked Rhys about the duration of this one, you were shocked to hear him say "A year? Maybe two".

Your child would be born before your mate returned.

>>>

You and Azriel had been drifting apart for a while, the once intense passion between you now replaced by a strained silence. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when things had started to change, but you both knew that something was different. Maybe it was your last wedding anniversary, when you had fought over not seeing each other for months due to clashing hours, but that was years ago. A century was a long time to spend in a romantic relationship with just one person, let alone almost two centuries.

You had learned that you were 3 weeks pregnant, a fact that you had been keeping hidden from Azriel for fear of driving him even further away. When Madja had come to heal one of Cassian's injuries that had knocked him unconscious, she had asked to have a word with you afterwards.

"You're with child, y/n," Madja said, smiling as she pulled you into a private room.

"I'm pregnant?" you were in complete disbelief. You and Az had barely even seen each other lately because you were either asleep when he got home, or the other way around. Your immediate thought was to run to Azriel, hug him, kiss him, congratulate him. He was going to be a father. You were going to be parents!

Then you remembered. You two were barely speaking now. A few days ago, there was a disagreement over a dinner date that Azriel was almost two hours late to, and when he finally came, he seemed distracted and uninterested. You had only just started your entrées when Rhys burst into the restaurant with some urgent news, drawing Azriel away and leaving you to eat alone.

"Yes, y/n. Oh, I'm ecstatic for you!" Madja wrapped her delicate arms around your shoulders, but you were frozen. There was nothing worse than not being able to talk to the one you longed for the most.

After your experience with Madja, the only person who really noticed was Feyre, who had asked you what the matter was immediately, and yet again when you refused your favourite tarts. After you told her everything, she had immediately asked Helion to travel to Velaris and help mask your new scent so no one would find out about your pregnancy until you told them. The thought of bringing a child into a war-torn world with parents whose relationship was already on such shaky ground made you feel sick with worry.

However, despite the tension between you, Azriel was still the only person you wanted to be with. You were mates after all, and husband and wife too. You couldn't imagine a life without him, even if it seemed like that was where you were headed. Growing up in the Illyrian camps, books were scarce, but stories traveled by word of mouth. You had heard about the beauty of mating bonds, the love, the desire these couples had, but also the sorrow that sometimes broke the same bonds, the disasters, the catastrophes. They said losing your mate was like losing yourself.

So as you watched him pack his bags, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you. The future felt uncertain, and you didn't know how things would turn out. Would you end up like one of the females in the legends you heard as a young girl, so broken by the loss of their mate that they died young and unhappy and unfulfilled?

Flashbacks of better times flooded your mind as you watched Azriel move about the room. The way his eyes would light up when he saw you, the way he would wrap his arms around you and hold you close. It all seemed so distant now. Your afternoons reading by the fire, training together, heavy breathing but content as you walked up the House of Wind's stairs together, just talking and laughing. You remembered the moments where your relationship was new, so fragile you hadn't dared to tell anyone, the two of you sneaking off for just a moment of alone time.

You remembered the day you were mated, oh, how happy and in love you both were. The world had seemed so full of possibility then, and you had both believed that your happiness would last forever. Azriel's whispered promises still echoed against your skin, the memory of where he first murmured them, when your bodies were entwined, and your hearts were beating in sync, was still strong. Back then, the mating bond between you was like a beacon, guiding you to a happier future. You both deserved a better future... Now though? It was dull.

Things had changed. Azriel was leaving for a mission that could potentially be dangerous, last for years, and you were one month pregnant with a child that you didn't know if you could raise on your own.

On the morning of his departure, you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. You fell into Azriel's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. He instinctively wrapped himself around you, shielding the both of you with his wings.

"I don't want you to go," you whispered through your tears. You could hear his heart beating through his armor, comforting and steady, so familiar.

"I know, y/n. I'm sorry," he kissed your forehead and your skin tingled. "I have to though," Azriel replied softly, regretfully, his arms tightening around you. "I don't want to leave either."

You murmured inaudibly, sniffing.

"This mission is important," he continued, hands circling your back soothingly. "We need the Queen of Vallahan to sign the peace treaty as soon as possible."

"But what about us?" you asked suddenly, looking up at him. Were you selfish? Your world on the brink of war and you were worried about your love life?

"What of our relationship?"

Azriel's expression was pained as he looked down at you. "I don't know," he said honestly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Things have been difficult between us, and I don't know how to fix them."

You wanted to tell him about the baby, to beg him to stay with you and start a family.

"As many little ones as you want, love," Azriel had once replied, smiling at you lovingly. You were sitting on the kitchen counter happily, his oversized shirt falling off your shoulders. He had kissed your left shoulder, exactly on your scar, your skin tingling. He pulled the shirt back up but this had only led to the other side falling down more, causing him to smirk a little as he adjusted it, lest you accidentally show more skin than intended if someone made the unfortunate decision to walk into the kitchen that morning.

"But my dear mate, I want what you want," you had replied, smiling, reaching for his hands to kiss their scars.

As you opened your mouth, the words wouldn't come because you knew deep down that it wouldn't change anything. You were a little selfish, but not ignorant nor sabotaging. Prythian would need all the allies it could get, and you were hopeful that with Azriel's persuasion, Vallahan's queen would finally sign.

You slowly pulled away from Azriel, wiping your tears. His eyes softened to an expression almost recognisable. An expression that almost reminded you of your past. Almost.

"I love you, y/n," Azriel said after a while. You smiled sadly, reaching for his hands to kiss their scars like you used to do.

"I love you too, Azriel," you replied, the dull bond in your mind slowly reigniting. Azriel gave you a kiss, longer than all the ones you had shared in the many months of your previous rough patches, and for those few wonderful seconds you felt the spark again, almost like new. He rested his forehead against yours, whispering, "I'll be safe, I promise". The two of you stayed like that for a while before you heard Rhys calling him and the noisy flap of wings from just outside your balcony window.

With one last glance at you, Azriel turned his back with his belongings, pausing at the window when,

"Don't forget me," you called, half-smiling.

"I couldn't if I tried," Azriel replied, before soaring into the sky.

You heard his powerful wings thumping as he soared from the balcony, away from his mate and away from his future child.

As you placed your hand on your stomach, you thought to yourself that maybe things would work out, maybe there was still a chance for you and Azriel to be happy together.

It seemed that only time would tell.

Oii bom dia!

So, I don't know if you remember me, I'm the girl who said that loved the Catnap x Fox!Reader fic and wanted a part two!

So, here I am, with all my glory (wich it's not much) to make this little request, with some angst if you get me

You've been giving us too much sugar, I don't want to be diabetic/j

(Also, sorry for my terrible english, I'm not using a translator this time, and I suck at writing, I really need to practice it)

I'm a little rusty with writing full blown gore, so apologies!

Trigger warnings: blood, HEAVY gore, all that stuff again‼️DO NOT INTERACT IF EASILY DISTURBED‼️

Romantic/platonic?: unspecified

Requested by: liznarfox (@liznarfox look what you made me do)

Category: heavy angst boysssss

Ship (romantic or platonic): Catnap x fox smiling critter!reader

Word count: 1029 (my longest yet)

A Helping Paw: Severed Hands

You had been made to be of help to Catnap, made to be his best friend and his guide through it all.

That's all the more motivation for him to follow the prototype, to save himself and to save you. A part of him wanted to let you in on the plans but he knew you too well, and knew you'd be far too fearful to go through with them unless thrown in the action. Countless nights he'd stay locked away with only you by his side, tricked by your own feelings to check on your friend growing more and more distant only to fall asleep by his side as he stroked your fur lovingly.

He began to grow incredibly thin, his smile growing larger and his face somewhat distorted with wide disturbing eyes. They scared you, but he knew it'd all make sense to you one day.

The hour of joy was finally here, and all hell broke loose. You were panting and running through your sobs, trying to find the others and a way out. You wanted to throw up at how violent everyone had become, it was sickening. At each twist and turn you saw someone get torn apart, nearly vomiting once you stepped on something squishy and wet looking down to realize it was a tongue still twitching from being freshly ripped out of someone's skull.

Your ears were flat as you ran fast on your feet, tears rolling down your fluffy face as you breathed raggedly. But a glint of hope shined through your eyes when you saw Catnap in the distance. “Catnap-! There you are, we have to go!” You said, running over to him and fast but soon slowing down when seeing how he behaved.

Catnap's jaw unhinged like a snake, his paw down his throat as he pulled out remnants of bones. Your eyes locked on him before they slowly trailed down to the bodies of children torn apart In front of him, one of them still barely alive and trying to play dead but it would only be a matter of time before they were. They were too far gone, with their body practically torn in two and their eye closest to the ground burst like a cracked egg just left on the counter with the yolk spilling out.

The room stunk heavily of blood and tears, the blood in the carpet soaking into your feet and squelching with every step you took away. Your feline friend looked up and over at you, his once friendly face vile and terrifying, with his chin red as if he just finished eating a pomegranate.

“(Your name)...” He purred out, suddenly approaching. The disgusting sound like a sponge being squeezed every time he took a heavy step on the ruined carpet made your stomach twist and churn, but all you could focus on was the horrifying figure approaching you. One you used to call a friend.

You gulped as you looked around, eyes darting the rather large room where orphans used to play but you eventually had to face him again. His eyes were wide and murderous, causing your tail to tuck between your legs. “C-catnap.. why did you do this?” You slowly asked, chest feeling heavy as if you were about to dry heave from the sight caused by your friend. It was a miracle you managed to stomach everything you had seen and smelled.

He was silent, just getting closer and stopping once he was close enough. He pressed his nose against yours, purring despite you having to swallow your own throw up from the smell escaping the hollow shell of your best friend. He looked at you with eyes so cold yet so warm. “I did it… for us… the prototype will save us…” He cooed, once again saying the same sentence he had been saying for months. The prototype will save us. And yet it never made sense, and it still didn't.

You gulped and pulled your face away, clenching your eyes shut as you felt queasy from the smell reeking from him as if the blood soaked into his fur and bones. “What do you mean by that?? Is this what you've been talking about?” You asked in disbelief, taking a step back. With a pur the feline responded. “Yes… isn't it wonderful?” He cooed, watching you shake your head in disbelief and disgust. Catnap fell silent before speaking up again, his voice no longer holding any affection for you as he began to understand that you didn't hold the same viewpoint as he did, that you didn't understand why he did all of this and would only see him as a monster.

“You're meant to help me. To understand me… I see I was wrong.” He said coldly, looking down at you with blank eyes but that same smile he could never seem to get rid. Not even in his most manic times. “Thank you for your care, fox. I will save you in the only other way I know how to.”

Suddenly, a red smoke filtered in the room. He watched as you tried to fight against it, tried to run to the door but you collapsed against the carpeted floor instead. At least this way would be painless for you, or so he hoped. He carefully picked you up in his paws, adoring you like how you once adored him before he carefully cut you open as if you were a frog in a science class. He emptied out everything you had inside, his paws shivering at the feeling of your squishy interior and the warmth that would have at one point comforted him when you were whole.

He left your insides and bones on the floor, but kept your heart. He swore he could still hear it beating, the sound driving him even further into insanity but he kept it close in your memory. With one last nuzzle, he left you there. You had betrayed him in his eyes, and he saved you the only way he could.

He killed you out of mercy, not wanting to see you suffer like any other heretics.

Thanks for requesting! And part one is here

Frenzied

Satoru Gojo x Gn!reader (afab)

MDNI And here it is! This has been in a my drafts for a bit. I love feral Gojo but I'm just so slow at smut. I hope it turned out well though and that you all enjoy it. Cw:GN!reader,Afab!reader,only they them pronouns used for reader, Gojo isn't the best at communication, might be a little dub conish but reader is enthusiastic, unprotected sex, slightly dom Gojo, ijichi gets the short end of the stick i'm so sorry Ijichi you put up with so much. Oh and Gojo is very bitey. I like his teeth okay?

He was never supposed to notice. He was supposed to be too focused when he got like this during a mission. Eyes wild with the adrenaline and blood lust, that’s what it was after all, you couldn’t call it anything else. Rarely were you put on missions with him unless your technique was specifically needed, you were more of a utility sort of sorcerer and while yes, technically you were a first grade, combat wasn’t where you excelled. So for dangerous missions where your cursed technique was required you were often put with Gojo. Which was fine! You enjoyed his company honestly. You thought he was funny and he’d seemed absolutely gleeful when he realized you found his antics entertaining.

It’s how you started ending up on more missions with him you’re pretty sure. Because if the strongest wanted something he’d get it. And you’re almost certain he decided at some point he wanted your company because you’re suddenly being put on missions with him where you don’t actually have to be there.

This increased frequency in you accompanying him though is how you begin to witness the frenzy he goes into during battle. The first time it happens you get a little thrill of fear as well as… well you don’t know how to place the feeling exactly. Not in this context anyway, not immediately because you don’t want to admit it to yourself. But after a second and third time you can’t deny what it is, the frenzy he goes into, his show of power, you’re turned on by it. What does that say about you that him laughing sadistically, each titter of sound bleeding out a bit more of his sanity, makes desire spark in your veins. What does it say that when he easily tears opponents apart but still draws it out that you press your thighs together as you feel that familiar coil of heat forming.

He was never supposed to notice though. 

Of course he notices.

It happens on a mission where in your mind you were glad that you were needed at least. It was getting hard to get other work done with how often you’d been getting sent on missions with him lately. Which you knew from rumors other people were starting to take notice of the frequency with which you were going on missions with the strongest who normally preferred to work alone. At this rate you were going to need to have a talk with him. 

But you had more pressing issues right now.

Gojo releases a long breath as he tosses the head of a curse he’d just torn to pieces like it was nothing, passing fingers through his hair, pushing it from his face for but a moment before it flops back over his forehead. His eyes shift to you then and you realize that the frenzy is still there as he turns to walk toward you. It feels different than every other time before that he’s gone to meet back up with you at the end of one of these missions. The air about him hasn’t calmed at all like it normally does as he approaches you. 

A shiver runs through you and you smile a bit nervously. “Guess that about wraps up the mission then. We just need to go get the.. artifact.. from the shrine…” Your voice trails off as he gets further and further into your personal space, backing you against the stone wall surrounding the shrine in question. “U-uh, Gojo, you’re getting awful clo-” You choke a little when the man in question is suddenly fully in your space, nearly pressing you against the wall with his forearms resting against the wall on either side of your head. Oh oh the frenzy is definitely still in his eyes. “Gojo?” 

He closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath, seeming to try and rein himself in. Then those electric blue eyes are focused on you again and he lowers his face closer to you. You’re so close in fact that his warm breath fans over your face. “You like this, don’t you?” 

You stutter, feeling heat rush to your face and well… “L-like what? What are you talking about?” Play dumb, play dumb because there’s no way he’d picked up on how you react to him fighting, right? You’re just coworkers, perhaps friends even. 

“Don’t be coy, you don't think you can trick these eyes do you? I see how you watch me fight, the way your pupils dilate, the rush of blood in your veins-” He smirks seeing how you seem to get more and more flustered as he speaks. “You don’t need me to continue, do you?” 

You shake your head in a jerky movement. 

“Good,” he husks. “Now I’m going to give you a chance to say ‘no’ if you want me to stop. Because if I start I don’t think I’ll stop.” A shiver runs through you at his words.

You think you must look pretty silly right now, with how wide your eyes must be as you stare up at him. A deer caught in headlights. It occurs to you as his words sink in that he hasn’t actually touched you at all yet. Caged you against a wall sure but he seems to have very deliberately kept himself from actually touching you. 

You give a jerky lil nod and he tuts at you. 

“No, I need you to say very clearly what you want. Whatever it is, I'll respect it but you need to say it clearly.” You could swear you see the muscles in his neck strain and his fists against the wall next to your head ball up tightly. 

You stare into his wild eyes, thinking of all the times you’d watched him lose himself to the thrill of battle. Watching the power he displays and wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a different kind of frenzy from him. “Okay.” You swallow thickly. He looks like he’s about to say something but you continue knowing that wasn’t enough. “I want this- I want you,” your voice shakes ever so slightly, but you still hold his intense gaze. 

He grins and it’s all teeth. “You have no idea how much i’ve wanted to hear you say that.” and like his grin his kiss is all teeth too as he presses you against the wall.  Nipping at your lips until you part them for him with a gasp. You feel the fabric of your shirt pull taut before it gives, the buttons flying off to be lost on the forest floor. With the way he devours your mouth you can’t find a moment to protest, though you let out a yelp that he swallows when suddenly he lifts you by your hips and guides you to wrap your legs around his waist. In this position sandwiched firmly between him and the wall you can now feel his bulge grinding against your backside. You whine into the kiss, your arms going around his broad shoulders and one of your hands scratching through his undercut. It elicits a shiver and groan from him and he parts his mouth from yours finally, a string of saliva shining in the moonlight connecting the two of you as you gasp for breath. 

He surprises you by nipping at the fat or your cheek before licking over it and moving to repeat the motion more harshly against your neck. The mark was definitely going to be visible later. “Ah- Gojo wait” you yelp when he delivers a particularly harsh bite along with bucking his hips against you before he speaks.

“Satoru.” 

“E-eh?”

“Call me Satoru,” he says while kissing up your neck, the sudden gentleness a contrast to seconds before. At the same time as he kisses up your neck one of his hands smoothes over the softness of your belly and up to your chest where he gropes at you. “Fuck you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you.” It’s a statement not a question as he catches your kiss swollen lips in another kiss. 

You realize then that you no longer feel the cool stone of the wall pressed against your back but you’re still suspended in air without the burden being placed on your thighs wrapped around Gojo’s slim waist. He’s holding you up with his technique. Something about that makes you throb, clenching around nothing. He chuckles into the kiss and you feel his arm brush against your thigh and realize he’s reached below you followed by the sound of his belt coming undone and then the shifting about of fabric. “Now what should I do about yours? I could just rip them off.” You shiver and he grins into the kiss. 

“Go-.. Satoru w-we still have to get the artifact after and I am not stumbling back to have Ijichi drive us home with my clothes in tatters,” You protest your voice unsteady when  suddenly for different reasons than the rest of the night your stomach swoops. You blink up at Gojo dazedly as you suddenly find yourself laying amongst soft blankets. He’s untangling your legs from his waist so he can step back and pull off your shoes. Once your shoes are discarded he kisses your ankle before letting your foot drop the comforter. 

“No need for you to stumble back anywhere now,” He says smoothly as he steps back from the bed, kicking off his shoes and beginning to discard his clothes without care. You swallow thickly as you prop yourself up on your elbows, unable to tear your eyes away from him. In the dim light of the room, illuminated by the moon and city lights outside the window he practically glows. Each divested piece of clothing revealing plains of hard muscle that had previously been hidden by his loose uniform. All thoughts of your mission have seemingly been wiped from your mind as your eyes slide over him, down to the line of his hips just as he pulls down his slacks and underwear in a smooth motion, his pretty cock springing free. You finally tear your eyes away, your shyness suddenly heating your blood almost a much as your arousal. 

“Ah ah, come on eyes on me.” The bed dips and you feel him run his hands up your clothed legs. He stops and waits for you to look at him once he reaches your waistband and once your gaze meets his he rips off your pants, shreds them like tissue paper as the feral look seems to flare back to life in his eyes. You only manage a squeak as form of protest before he drags you by the hips up toward him. He sits up on his knees leaving you curved with only your shoulders and head still on the bed as he presses his face to the wetness soaking your underwear. When you feel him take a deep breath followed by a groan rumbling out of his chest you cover your face, overwhelmed with how debauched this all is. It finally sinks in that whatever he decides to do you’re along for the ride now.

He bites your thigh, making you jolt. “I said eyes on me,” his voice comes out in a low growl spoken against your skin.  When you uncover your face you're met with his wild gaze. It makes arousal pool in your belly even as it makes your hair stand on end. Seemingly satisfied he moves back to your clothed cunt. Without you meaning to a whimper passes your lips when he takes the fabric between his teeth and he rips it. The fabric dangles from your hips as he leans in to immediately lick up your slit, collecting the slick there before pulling your clit into his mouth. He sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves, his nose pressed into the hair above it all while you twitch and jerk in his steel hold. “S-satoruuu,” you moan out his name brokenly. You can’t do more than jerk and twitch in his grip since he’s left you with absolutely no leverage with only your shoulders barely resting on the bed. Your hands uselessly scrabble at the comfortner beneath you and you twist the fabric between your fingers as he devours your sweet cunt, his own moans rumbling into your most sensitive flesh. 

He pulls his mouth off of you just as you near your peak drawing a broken whine out of you. “ ‘m so close, Satoru, please-” You watch though as he keeps your folds parted with his fingers and then  gathers spit in his mouth before letting it drool over your entrance. Then he lowers your lower half to the bed so he can slot himself between your thighs. He runs his cock through your folds, wetting it with a mix of your slick and his own saliva before he lets it rest heavy between your folds just seeming to admire the view. You can feel your pulse throb in your cunt, your walls clenching around nothing as his wild eyes take in the most intimate parts of you both. He rocks his hips against you teasingly before he finally, finally begins to push into you, drawing moans from both of you. The stretch something you’ve been craving and you urge him forward by pulling on him with the heel of your foot at his lower back. 

“Just can’t wait for me can you?” He smirks teeth bared slightly when he suddenly fully sheaths himself in you, eliciting a cry from your pretty lips. And oh how pretty they are, all kiss bitten and swollen from him already, they’re so pretty in fact he has to lean down, covering you with his larger frame with his arms bracketed on either side of you so he can capture your lips in a kiss that felt as if he was starved for you.  His cock drags through your walls, languid at first before he sets a merciless pace. Your arms find their way around his neck, holding tight to him like a lifeline as he rocks the two of you back and forth. Your fingers scratch through his undercut and he breaks the kiss, the two of you panting and moaning into eachothers mouths. His wild gaze holding your own until suddenly you’re arching your back up toward him, pressing your chests together as cry out as your orgasm crashes through you. He doesn’t stop, fucking you through it as you clench and spasm, creaming around his cock. 

You begin to scratch at his shoulders. “Satoruuu please i-it’s too much I-” you gasp. 

“Not yet,” he says while nipping at your ear. “I haven’t had enough of you yet.” And indeed he hasn’t come yet. He was so close though as he suddenly wraps his arms around you before dragging you up with him as he changes to a sitting position so he can quite literally bounce you on his cock. The movements eliciting little cries and gasps from you as he sets to further marking up your neck. Soon though he’s simply panting against the column or your throat with the threat of his teeth pressed against your pulse as you feel him spill into you. He presses you down against him, seemingly trying to bury himself as deeply into you as he possibly can.

 He eases the pair of you down to your sides then, his softening cock still nestled inside of you. Some of the frenzy has calmed now and intimately, more tenderly than you would have expected he kisses over your face, lips gentle as they move over your features before resting his forehead against your own. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” There’s a clarity in his eyes suddenly.

The questions and concern in his voice startles you a little and with your arm not trapped between his neck and pillow you bring your hand to caress his cheek. “No you didn’t hurt me, Satoru,” you say with a euphoric giggle bubbling in your chest.

It’s his turn to look surprised, your laugh seeming to make him shy. Which how novel, The Gojo Satoru looking shy, and after he’d just fucked you within an inch of your life no less. You dart forward the short distance and kiss the tip of his slightly upturned nose. 

The two of you relax into momentary easy silence when suddenly it occurs to you. “Ah! The mission! We were in the middle of a mission and we just left Ijichi-”

Gojo holds you in place as he eases himself up and slips from you, making you wince as you feel his cum begin to slide out of you. You watch as he seems to very unbotheredly crawl to the end of the bed, all while giving you a very nice view of his backside, before he stretches out and you hear the shuffle of fabric before his face is lit up by the light of his phone. He stays like that half hanging off the bed as he taps away with his thumb. You’re admittedly very tempted to smack his butt but refrain for the moment. “Okay, I told him to go home and that I was just going to warp us back because you were so tired from the mission.” You make a small sound of protest to which he glances back at you with a smirk. “Oh would you rather I be honest?” 

You gasp. “Of course not!”  

His phone pings, he glances at it and then crawls back up the bed to place the phone on his bedside table. 

“And the artifact.” 

“What artifact?” Then his eyes widen when he realizes his slip. 

“What do you mean what artifact? You know the whole reason I was needed for the mission.” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. 

“Okay what if hypothetically there wasn’t an artifact… and I just wanted to spend time with you?”

You blink at him unimpressed before grabbing a pillow and smacking him over the head. “Just ask me out on a date like a normal person next time!” 

He catches the pillow and lifts it to peek at you. “So I still get a next time?” He’s grinning at you boyishly. 

Your cheeks heat up somewhat and then you clear your throat. “Yes but only if you replace my clothes though.” You motion toward yourself and the tattered bits of clothes that still clung to you. Honestly you looked a bit like a wild animal had mauled you between the destroyed clothes and the bites littering your body. 

He laughs and the sound makes your chest swell. “Deal. I’ll buy you whatever you’d like.” He suddenly moves into your space, leaning his head down so he can tuck his face into your neck.

You spend the night with him then, he helps you get cleaned up and dresses you in one of his shirts before the two of you curl back up in his bed. He falls asleep with his head on your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair. The calm state he’s been lulled into by you a stark contrast to the frenzy that had set the night in motion.

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Whew! Smut is so nerve wracking for me to write but you don't get good at anything by not doing it. I hope this reads well you all enjoy it. 💕 Comments and interaction are always appreciated.

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dabi x reader - you can't tell me this man doesn't know how to pick out jewelry, for himself or you.

(warning - no specific holiday mentioned, gn except there's a necklace <3)

happy holidays!

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It’s the end of the night. The soft glow of the holiday lights a comfort as you wind down from your day of calling friends and loved ones, drying your mouth with greetings and kisses that won’t be matched for another full year’s time.

Decorations adorn your apartment, waiting to be torn down sometime after New Years once you recover from your holiday bliss, the expected hangover that comes with it, and all your friends get up off your couch.

Dabi had… surprisingly… joined your celebrations this year. Last year, though you were familiar with him in ways just the same, you suppose you hadn’t actually known him well enough for him to willingly stand witness to the intimacy of your friendly gatherings. Though he hardly participated in the festivities even now—preferring to hover in the kitchen over the rising bread rolls and honey whilst others decorated cupcakes and shared food—he stood beside you like a good boyfriend when it was required of him, bowed his head for any introductions, and pinched out a smile when people asked what you got each other as gifts.

Which, mutually, was nothing.

(In all honesty, you considered your gift to him the simple fact that you allowed him to stay at your apartment more often than not… and simultaneously, weren’t expecting anything from him in return. Besides, he had hardly brought up the holiday season except for a handful of times, once almost embarrassedly, if not just cold, to confirm that he wasn’t going to be kicked out from your dwelling the second someone “civilized”—your words, out of his mouth—showed up.

(The only other time it came up was when he came home with a shoplifted bag of white chocolate peppermint kisses and started throwing them at you from across the living room when you scolded him about potentially being caught.))

And you didn’t mind.

For as long as you had known him, in sleeping together, and in dating—it was never about the material. Your heart was already full, by his doing (for a partial criminal, he was rather quite giving) and most others: your home was furnished and comfortable, your friends close and happy, and even the high quality pillows you had been wanting for ages (to which even Dabi agreed you needed new ones,) were so much of an aside that you hadn’t even bothered to ask anyone for anything.

It’s only now as the evening fades that he approaches—his face like a petulant cat waiting to be stroked, lips upturned under those glazed, knowing eyes—holding out a box you do not recognize.

No bigger than your fist, He doesn’t discard it gently in your lap. Instead, he tosses it to you nonchalantly, without concern for what’s underneath the terrible wrapping paper he made of yesterday’s newspaper, no obvious interest in your reaction.

Regardless, he lingers. First, you think to acknowledge your questioning look with a sneer. Then, when his lip is curled but he doesn’t move, you realize, to watch you unwrap the thing.

You roll your eyes, but give him what he wants… and under the newspaper find a soft velvet box. Not the right size for him to be offering you a ring, but instead the most beautiful pendant necklace: delicately chained and well-polished, it’s far superior (and more expensive) than what you would’ve assumed is his taste.

“Touya,” you say, suddenly shy with surprise as you glance up. “It’s lovely.”

He seems to balk at a response, barely shrugging when you catch his eye, as if you weren't expected to react at all.

“It’s nothing, really.”

You remove it from the box, careful not to pull too hard or potentially mar the gem, and stand to offer Dabi your neck though find that he’s already reaching in, eyes lowered, to help clasp the chain.

“Nothing? You can't say that. How'd you even pick something so...?"

His fingers are cold against the skin of your nape, though you find he’s careful not to snag any loose hairs that linger freely. He manages the hook in barely one try.

“So pretty?" he says, his voice is dry as ever as he presses you to turn and face him. "I had a feeling it might suit you. Think I might've been right, huh?"

And when you lead him to the mirror to inspect, you find that you happen to think so, too.

Safe and Sound - Leon Kennedy x reader

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hai pretty people! am back but with a leon story :3

i will try to write as much as i can here

also this story is kinda long sorry XD

cws: mention of ptsd, a bit of gore

other tags: gn reader, re2 leon cuz he's a cutie<3 based on the song safe & sound from taylor swift

summary: leon wakes up from a nightmare and you are there to comfort him

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based off of this cover :3

"No!"

His throat felt stripped of its tissue as he screamed out but there was barely a sound.

Leon stood in the ruined police department. He couldn't move no matter how hard he tried, he was stuck in place.

He watched as his coworker was torn apart and eaten alive. He wanted to run over and help his coworker, he wanted to pull out his gun and blow that zombies brains across the tile floor.

But he couldn't. He could only watch, tears streaming down his face. Leon was angry, he was desperate as he tried to move even an inch but it was as if every bone in his body was broken, crippling him.

The rookie cops screams turned into sobs, coming out at as short heaves. It was all he could do.

The undead crouched at the other officer's body slowly stood up and turned to Leon. Its skin was grey and rotting off of the bone, the eyes a milky blue color. It held a chunk of flesh in its mouth before choking it down like some sort of bird. It began to limp towards him.

Leon began to panic. He felt like he couldn't breathe as his heartbeat thumped hard against his chest.

"Move! Move! Move!" The thought rattled in his head as the zombie approached, but any effort was futile.

Before Leon could even blink, the rotting reanimated corpse lunged at him.

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Leon jolted up in bed in a cold sweat. He took a moment to look around and take a few deep breaths.

He was safe, he was in his apartment. He tried to control his breathing as he wiped sweat and tears from his face.

He then sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. He wasn't sure how much more of these nightmares he could take... They seemed to get worse each night.

It suddenly hit him that his close friend was downstairs on the couch. They were drinking and his friend got a little too drunk to drive home safely so he allowed them to stay here.

Leon stood up and quietly crept downstairs. He spotted your sleeping form on the couch, slowly moving up and down as you breathed.

"Don't be afraid to wake me up if you have another nightmare." Y/n's voice echoed in his head. It wasn't the first time y/n had comforted Leon through nightmares or panic attacks. Leon always felt bad about it but you were more than happy to help him and calm him down.

The young man stopped and contemplated for a moment. He didn't want to wake you up but, at the same time, he really needed you right now.

With a deep breath, Leon walked over to the couch and gently shook your shoulder. "Y/n..."

Slowly but surely, you stirred awake and your sleepiness faded as you saw Leon before you.

"Hey, Lee," you said, your voice a little raspy from sleep. "Another nightmare?"

Leon nodded and sighed. "I'm sorry, I really don't want to be alone right now."

You shook your head and opened your arms. Leon immediately crawled on the couch and buried his face into your chest.

"I told you to never apologize." you said as you wrapped your arms around your friend. "You've done absolutely nothing wrong."

Leon relaxed in your arms. He already felt so much better being here with you.

You were used to Leon coming to you about his nightmares and flashbacks but it wasn't very often that you actually spent the night at his apartment. Usually, if you weren't with him, he would call you and vent to you about his bad dreams.

"Y/n?" Leon spoke up, his voice slightly muffled as his head rested on your chest.

"Mhm?" You hummed in response.

Leon hugged you just a little tighter. "Can you sing that song? Y'know, the one you sing to me when I call you?"

You smiled sweetly. "Of course." You replied.

You and Leon laid down on the couch. Leon's face nuzzled into your neck and your hand found its way to his hair.

After you knew that you both were comfortable, you began to sing softly.

"I remember tears running down your face when I said I'll never let you go..."

Your fingertips gently grazed Leon's scalp as you ran his hand through his hair.

"When all those shadows almost killed your light..."

This song was very special for both you and Leon. You had chosen this song because it perfectly described the way you felt about Leon and how much you cared about him.

"I remember you said, don't leave me here alone..."

Leon's muscles relaxed and he closed his eyes, admiring your soft voice.

"But all that's dead and gone tonight..."

Memories flashed through your mind as you sang. The song brought back memories of you and Leon. The way he'd melt in your embrace and the way he stopped crying when you sang to him.

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down..."

The comfort you gave Leon was unbelievable to him. You were his person, his light. If it weren't for you, he'd be drowning himself in alcohol. Your touch alone was enough to help him calm down. He had to admit that he loves you, he really loves you but he didn't want to admit his more romantic feelings for you.

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now..."

You two weren't even dating but you might as well have been. It was normal for you two to hug and cuddle up next to each other. To tell the truth, you loved Leon, maybe more than you should've. Feeling the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck makes your heart flutter. You didn't admit your feelings in fear of ruining your friendship if he didn't feel the same.

"Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound..."

Leon was drifting off, all worries and fears from his nightmares slipping out of his mind. You smiled at this. It was usually at this point in the song that he'd begin to fall asleep. Your hand gently ran through his soft hair, lulling the young man even further into sleep.

"I love you." Leon mumbled quietly before he finally fell asleep in your arms.

You were surprised but it was a welcome one. You smiled and held Leon closer as a light blush crept onto your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Savanna Heat (Jack Howl x F!Reader) 

Tags: Rough Sex/Kissing, Marking, Scent Kink, Wolf Instincts, Shameless Smut, PwP, Smut with a lot of feelings, Oral Sex (fem. receiving), Mating/Heat Cycles, Breeding Kink, Knotting, Multiple Orgasms, Cockwarming, Aftercare, Romantic Fluff.

Word Count: 5.6 K. –♥– It all started without warning and you.. You were completely caught off guard. Your feet swept right under you and your sensations thrown into a frenzy matching Jack’s. You knew wolves had certain animalistic behaviors and needs, undoubtedly instinctual desires that could override any voice of reason their minds could muster in the sheer force of their true nature. It crossed your mind a few times, wondering just how much of a wolf Jack really was. Yes, he could shapeshift into a wolf and it was also part of his magical abilities but there was also more to it. The small telltales that you've come to discover and love were all combinations of his endearing personality combined with the inner canine in him. But in that moment, you had no doubt in your mind that Jack was very much a wolf, through and through, despite also being human too. Jack crashed into you, lips capturing yours almost viciously. Feverish kisses stole your breath away, you were wrapped so tightly in his arms that your breath was his own. It was almost dizzying how strong of a hold he had on you, his usual gentle demeanor practically nonexistent as you suddenly felt your back flat against the softness of the bed. No gradual and heated buildups, no sweet introductions or inviting glances needed from your end. You were now in the arms of a big gold-hearted wolf who had every intention of using each inch of your being to satisfy his ever-growing and insatiable need, an unquestionable yearning to claim, dominate you. There was no doubt in it, you could tell that you were going to be completely and absolutely ravished in the process. His tongue swept ravenously into your mouth, sucking on you with a whine that sent a shudder through his bulky form, your hand having brushed over the tip of his tail that had been standing tall enough for you to reach, even if it was accidentally.

His hands, usually so tender as they swept across your form, fought with the fabric covering you, forcefully tugging some of your clothing while others got torn mercilessly under the harshness of his frantic hands. Your now flushed and bare skin windswept by the cool whiff of the night in Savanaclaw.

Not that either of you even thought of it at that moment, yet the secluded quarters your boyfriend was granted on campus gave you the privacy to do all you wanted and by that, meaning that you could be as loud as you both pleased. There was probably a reason why the living quarters of the different beastmen were so far apart. The blushing and flustered state Jack had gotten into when you pointed it out now made complete sense. The thought would settle in your mind later but in that very instance, Jack was on a mission to light all your senses on fire, forcing your mind to be on nothing but what he was doing to you. His body slotted between your legs, he pinned your wrists over your head with one strong hand, peppering rough kisses from your lips to your ears, scraping your outer ear with his sharp canines, eliciting the most delicious of shivers in you and igniting the fire simmering in the pit of your stomach as he sucked on your earlobe. His other hand had been meandering over the curves of your luscious body, every arch of your back, every pleased hum emanating from you only drove him deeper into the blinding lust-filled daze of his. Caressing your slowly peeking soft mounds, rolling one of your nipples between his fingers till it gradually responded to him, the size of his large hand encompassing the plumpness of your flesh with a few tight squeezes while he intentionally pressed his thigh in between your legs, your lips falling open with a wanton exhale. Delicious friction emanated from the way he pressed his thigh down on you. It was what the throbbing of your core needed but yet not nearly enough for you to feel any sort of pleasure. Your hips instinctually rocked into him, the heat between your legs pooling with every thrust of yours, small traces of your slickness apparent on the garment still covering him. When his hand found the flesh between your waist and hip, Jack pushed you down on the bed, creating a barrier of air between your bodies that seemed so cruel given the slow buildup that was surely going to turn wild and drive you crazy. It was only a matter of time. Finally breaking your wrists free from his hold, your fingers found haven in his silver locks, pulling on them hard, moaning discontentedly into the rough kiss only to be answered with a ravenous groan of his own as he slid his knee away from your center, making quick work of his clothes. Jack was usually so meticulous about giving you time, taking things slow as he savored you and all that you shared. But in his state, that genteel attitude of his could not come to life. What was about to happen was ripped out of the pages of his innermost and most hidden of erotic fantasies. He didn’t give you the chance to feast your eyes with the sight of him stripping, but your hands finally made contact with his feverishly hot skin. Your touch felt much too cool on him, elicited the most pleasurable of shivers through him, stirring him even more alive. In the shortest of moments where your lips parted, he spoke for the first time ever since the very essence of control dissipated from his so-called consciousness. 

“Your scent…” He groaned, as if the fact that he simply mentioned the way you smelled to him was striking him in the most powerful of ways. “-fuck, it’s driving me crazy.”

”Do you like it?” When a curt nod and a sharp gaze was all you got from your question, you prompted him further. “Do you enjoy it?” Your soft hands smoothed over his nape, shooting a sweet crooked smile his way while you sensed a slight shake from him. Whether it was from the clear disparity in your body temperature or his losing battle for a semblance of self-control, you didn’t know. It was probably both. 

“More than you’ll ever know.” Jack’s gruff and honest response held none of his usual subtle contrariness. None of it was there to be seen, or heard his golden eyes drinking you in with the predatory zeal to claim the greatest hunt of all. He bore his instincts so openly, incapable of doing otherwise, you surmised. The darkness of his dilated pupils robbing the brightness of his eyes as Jack inhaled deeply once again, the sensation of having your scent deep into his being, doing things to him that he never knew were possible, overwhelmed him in the most mysterious of ways. A way that he intended to fully explore, to its full extent. “You’re so damn beautiful, precious. In every way.” His rough whisper sent a shiver down your spine, his words and actions stirring something in you as he confessed his descent into a consuming abyss of lust. “It’s maddening. I can’t keep my hands off you.” “I never asked you to. I never would, my love.” You assured him, the way his heavy breathing hitched momentarily didn’t escape you. “I don’t think you get how much…” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply, inherently emphasizing his point as large hands latched onto your hips, moving down slowly to squeeze the meat of your thighs. He bit you lightly as if he were simply sampling something so decadent, he couldn’t allow himself but a small taste at first. “How… what you do to me.” The bite initially made you flinch in surprise, his sharp canines forming small marks on your skin before he lapped the area, his lips latching on to you, purposely marking you with scattered dusky blossoms, beginning a disconcerted onslaught of open-mouthed kisses, trailing a marked path down your chest. “I’m fucking lose it and it’s all because of you.” The accusation was heavy in his voice yet it held no contempt for you, his rough tenor matching the nature of his actions, intently stirring the blazing heat burning in you with kisses that were the same. Blemishes bloomed around your breasts, Jack purposely ensuring each of your nipples pebbled in his mouth, rolling each pearled bud with his tongue till your back arched into him, an opportune moment for him to pry your legs further apart, before he continued down to your stomach and right over your pelvis. Your soft moans spurred him on, every action that he took was a reaction to how affected Jack was by you, how his instincts kicked into gear and took over. From feeling a simple urge to kiss your lips to being nestled between your plush thighs, his hands swiftly placing your legs over his shoulders. There he was, gold hungrily peered at the glisten of your wetness, sharp eyes flashing back at you with a viciously dark yet attractive smile, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he wet his lips in a show of his endless appetite. “Everything about you calls out to me and you don’t even know it.” His mutters were carnal growls that you could barely make out, your thoughts turning into white noise in your mind as his mouth latched onto your core, the flat of his tongue running over your slit, relishing in the taste of your essence. “Fuck, fuck… Jack.. Mmmm…” His name, bemoaned, your fingers in his hair, pushing his face into your pussy, which he gladly did as you rocked your hips into him while he obsessively sucked on your clit, applying more and more pressure as he felt your thighs quake around and squeeze his head. “I’m so close, baby. Please ~” You pleaded in your frustrated state, biting your bottom lip as the buildup to your orgasm was becoming almost intolerable when Jack looked practically intoxicated, his mouth and the skin all around it covered in your slick. “I know, precious. I can feel it.” He abruptly stopped licking you, kissing you nowhere near where you needed him to be, having you whine and tug harder at his hair when his hyperfixation on your core shifted momentarily to you. Shining golds had you locked in place, staring into you while he praised you, caught in an unbreakable hazy trance. “The wetter you get, the stronger your scent is.” He sucked in a deep breath, parting your puffy and slicken lips with his tongue. The growl rumbling from him sent a strong shudder coursing through your body, leaving you quivering as your impatience grew. “It’s fucking divine.” Grumbling against your core, Jack was not one for profanity but he was beyond any attempt of self-censorship, simply drunk on you. He couldn’t keep himself from rutting against the bed as he lavished your cunt with hungry licks. Soon enough, he had you seeing stars, your thighs crushing his head and he did not mind it in the slightest, encouraging you even further while he pressed the outside of your thighs to squeeze even more. All he could breathe in was you, delving his tongue inside you as he sucked lewdly on the juices seeping out of your fluttering core. Entrapped in the ambrosial bliss that was the taste of you, the smell of you and the touch of your lust-inducing softness. This unabashed display of unrestrained debauchery was going to be the death of you. Languidly yet somehow with urgency, his tongue meandered from your core, hiking up the valleys and plains of your flushed form. His large hands smoothed over the back of your thighs, keeping your legs atop his shoulders till you were folded beneath him as he loomed over you, his shaft laying heavy atop your wetness. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” He declared boldly, the tip of his tongue licking the edge of his mouth until his lips stretched into a wide smile, flashing his canines in the process. His wolfish grin bore a predatory confidence that struck your heart, it was a tantalizing sight that made your core throb even more in greedy need. You were absolutely entranced by this side of him. You fucking adored it. “You taste so good, baby.” Leaning down to join your lips in a rough kiss, giving you a taste of yourself, you moaned in his mouth as you felt his heavy weight on top of you. He was giving your body a stretch that you were not expecting. Sensing your discomfort, he pushed your legs off his shoulders, simply pressing down the back of your thighs while spreading your knees apart. All ready for the main act you’ve both been waiting for. He rocked his hips back till he was lined up at your entrance, pushing his hard cock into you to the hilt in one harsh thrust, your cries muffled by sheer dominance of Jack’s kisses. “I want more.” He growled loud and clear, this time, the animal inside him breaking free. Utterly possessed, Jack began pummeling you with brute force, your body was designed for his taking as he had you laying so open, so welcoming to have all of him. His thrusts were wild and uncoordinated yet the combination of his iron-clad grip and his weight kept you from moving or hurting yourself. However, you needed some way to anchor yourself, being on the receiving end of this hedonistic and merciless assault. So you gripped the sheet under you with all your might, your mouth falling open wantonly, needing to catch your breath before your eyes would roll back from your imminent climax. “Gonna fill you up so good, precious.” He grunted his promise, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs instinctively as your cunt clamped down harder on him with the increased force he used on you. You were getting so close, feeling yourself right over the edge as the tip of his cock continued to push into the spot that had you toppling over. “Ahh Jack-” No words came to you, simply unintelligible whines as your nerves were shot from your electrified sensations, feeling like every part of you was in overdrive. You were about to lose your mind. This was beyond any fantasy you’d ever had. Your eyes went wide as you felt something different, your body seemingly stunned by a tingling sensation as Jack drove himself into you, his eyes screwed shut and his chest heaving. “I’ve got you, baby. Don’t you worry.” He barely whispered with bated breath, speaking once again before his lips were on yours once again. “Gonna make you mine.” Feeling his shaft dive even deeper inside you, it was the first time that you’ve experienced anything like this and so did Jack. The knot was so strong, such a novel feeling that neither of you could move, your breathless kiss was all either of you could muster. You couldn’t help but mewl, biting down hard on Jack, a strong metallic taste blended itself into your mouth as he sucked on your trembling lips, his tongue explored you with renewed control and excitement, his hips jolting forward as he pumped his cum into your fluttering cunt. 

“Fuck, baby.” He said with a pained groan, his warm breath tickling your skin as he nuzzled the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. “You’re making me hard again. Just relax.” If only you had it in you to tell him that you couldn’t relax or stop. Whatever came on to him was rubbing off on you and you couldn’t stop. Jack tensed as your core tightened around his softening cock still buried in you, your hands reaching for his shoulders as you dug your nails into his back, making him hiss in return. 

Pulling out of you was a feat for Jack, feeling your insides sucking him back in, your neediness crystal clear in your expression and the way your pussy pulsed around him, his cock starting to harden once again. “Don’t stop, Jack. I need you, G-ahhh!” He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence, your pleading making him snap once again, ramming his cock in you in a split second. He was pounding the living breath out of you and it felt exquisite. “Yes… hah, baby, fuck yes…” Your encouragement coaxed him to pummel you with more vigor, his groans turning into growls that shook you to the bone in the most carnal of ways. You couldn’t get enough of this, you were becoming drunk on these newfound sensations as you both came together, his mouth bruising your own when you cried out, your insides were being stuffed even more as your beast man spilled himself into you. 

Jack was nowhere near done, the growls reverberating in his chest intense but evermore feral. The deep sound pricked your ears in the most delightful way, a proud satisfaction washing over you, knowing that Jack could find it in himself to be completely unhinged, allow himself to be the true beastman that he was and earn, assert the knowledge that you were not frightened. Not going to turn yourself away from him. Your hips jerked away from the heightened sensitivity, your legs trembling around him, the quivers he felt from you making him whine into the kiss, unable to unlock himself from your lips but his plea was loud, clear and heard. Just one more time, baby. He didn't have to say it for you to hear it. Jack was slowly floating out of his daze yet his body was overpowered by the inexorable need to mate. His animalistic instincts were still in play, not even Jack had the strength to fight it. Swiftly flipping you to your stomach, his lips that had broken apart from yours now latched onto your back, creating yet another wild canvas of marks on your supple skin, the blemishes on your flesh blossoming into an array of pinks and purples, traces of his fangs drawn along the previously drawn scratch marks. He ushered your hips up with a guiding hand, his claws imprinting on your skin, his other hand took care of the dripping of his cum leaking out of your pussy, sticking two fingers inside you, forcing the viscous white liquid back inside you. Not a single drop that he's given you would go to waste, not after you've been so accepting of what he had to offer, what he needed to do. Now that his mind has cleared a bit, in the midst of your own hypersensitive state, you swore you could hear him whisper between each bite and kiss, each pump of his fingers inside you. "I love you.. You're just perfect for me.. Happy... Made you mine… you're mine…`" And a slur of love filled words he spoke as if to himself. It was as though, in the midst of the animalistic flurry of his, in the back of his immense need to breed you, he wanted any way to still put you first. Somehow. Adding a third finger, stretching you just enough to make you gasp and your body quiver, but not nearly enough to fill you up the way he did. “Jack…” You breathed shakily, your boyfriend’s ear twitching at the sweet sound of your voice. “Take me. I promise I’m okay now.” He exhaled deeply, scissoring his fingers inside you when he had to truly make sure you were okay. Before he lost it. “Are you sure, precious?” Pressing your hips up higher, rocking yourself against his fingers, seemingly fucking yourself with them as you moaned ‘yes’ again was enough of an answer for him. Whether he was in this state or not, your reassurance was a certain way to flip an invisible switch in the beastman. Sitting up behind you with a firm grip on your hip, Jack slipped his fingers out of you and lined himself up swiftly at your gushing entrance, the sudden emptiness making you wince as your throbbing pussy was filled to the brim with one quick thrust. “So good… so full…” He breathed raggedly, his voice hoarse from all the growling but the deep sound never failed to stir something in you, how shamelessly sinful it was. 

His hands on either side of you, Jack gave you a few tentative rocks of his hips, feeling out the warmth of your insides sucking him in, unabashed groans resounded from him as he savored every thing you offered him. He slid one of his hands over your spine, pushing your chest down and your ass higher, giving him a better view when his eyes cast downward at the sight of his shaft getting swallowed up inside you, white dripping out of you with each pump and wetting his length as he pushed it back into you. Over and over again. The slow cadence of his thrusts granted you some form of reprieve despite the unavoidable sensitivity from your previous releases, a respite that made you moan in delight, as though they were massaging your insides, preparing you for what was to come. When he suddenly stopped, you peeked behind you from the corner of your eyes, curious as to why he must’ve stopped. You could see Jack’s eyes strained shut, his face scrunched in a twisted expression and his broad tan chest heaving as he took in deep breaths. “Baby?” The second you opened your mouth to speak, Jack’s eyes flashed open, locking on yours. Bright gold ablaze captivating you under his spell, Jack’s instincts rubbing off on you as you slowly became restless, your core clamping down on him with need to show the same. “I need you. I need you… I can’t… stop now.” He begged, his voice hoarse, his sense and sensibility finally returning to him in some form, eyes overshadowed by lust, yet his affection peeking through desperately.

“Just let go, Jack.” Your stuttered breathing was not only a testament of how well-fucked you were but also, a reflection of the desire you had to fulfill your loving wolf’s needs. “Don’t hold back on me now. I’m too far gone to wait any longer.” Unhinged, Jack obliged dutifully, pounding you so hard, digging so deep into you and hitting that sweet spot of yours, again and again and again. With what little bit of what could barely call strength, you fisted the sheets beneath you with all your might, thankful that Jack had an inexplicably hard grip on you so you don’t go tumbling forward with each harsh thrust of his hips. You were done for. You were already done for but this time, even more so. You could feel your core throbbing from the depraved and absolutely enrapturing abuse, the cum filled inside you leaking out of you with each drive of his thick cock inside of you, engraving his imprint in you with the intention of pouring more into you. “Fuck… I’m-” Jack was so close and you could feel it in your core, his sharp claws practically piercing into your flesh but surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. Hit by a storm of sensations, overstimulation was right around the corner, with canines dragged along the expanse of your shoulders and neck. He sucked and nipped kisses into your skin, guttural groans thundering in his chest, coursing through your own as his body pressed harder into you with each brutal thrust. As the mindless rhythm of his hips became even harsher, you knew your lover was going to tumble over the edge of his climax in just a few seconds as his bites and kisses stopped just for a brief moment, his giving nature impeded by the selfishness imposed by lust. It was the telltale that he would soon be overcome with the bliss he had been chasing for, once again. While he stilled, a perfect knot binding you perfectly together was formed, your pussy filled to the brim and home to more of his cum. After giving you every last drop he had in him, Jack wrapped his arms around your waist and fell to his side, cradling you right to him with your warm bodies flush against one another. You were grateful for the gentle summer breeze, aiding you in relaxing in the afterglow of the first time you truly mated with Jack. So worn out, your eyes were fluttering shut despite the effort you exert to keep them open. Large hands rubbed your lower stomach, his length nestled comfortably inside you while staying tied to you, keeping but a small trail of your combined essence to trickle from you. You felt so full, physically but also emotionally, his touch so soothing, nearly somnolent in its gentleness, whilst his deep mellow voice whispered quietly in your ear… You couldn’t make out what it was. Did he just say “Luna”? You were too far gone to catch what he tried to say, your beastman had evidently fucked you into the realm of temporary unconsciousness, rendering you unaware of when he reluctantly pulled out of you so he could carry you to soak in the comfort of the hot springs right outside his abode. Slowly submerging you in the water, carefully bracing you in the safety of his arms, he allowed the naturally heated water to ease your aching body, loosen up the sore muscles, soreness in which he was the culprit. Gold fixated on every little change in your expression, Jack brushed his lips gingerly over your forehead before pressing a kiss to your temples. The relief becoming more apparent on your face fed his mind with guilty thoughts despite the swell of pride and satisfaction that turned his heart into a wardrum in his chest. After all, there was no denying that he was the cause of all the bites, the hickeys, the bruises, the scratches. What if what transpired was simply an experience you endured for his own self-serving wants? Unknowingly, his arms wound even tighter around you, nudging you out of your little doze, the small smile you offered when your eyes met had a sharp pang stab his heart. Placing you comfortably and secured by the edge of the hot springs, Jack hastily eased himself away from you, leaving you with a kiss to your crown before he left you all alone to soak in the water as you watched his large naked form walk back to his room. “Rest, precious. I’ll be back to get you.” As if you were going to wait for him to get back, you gave yourself a few minutes to sober up from your catnap, only to feel more and more the different parts of your body that ached in the most delicious of ways. Smiling to yourself, you cleaned yourself up quickly and tip-toed back inside when you felt yourself wrapped in a towel behind you before you could step both of your feet back inside. “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?” As chastising his tone was, you could hear the relief in his voice while he dried you off with the utmost care, conscientious not to press too hard on any part of you. It was way too obvious how Jack’s eyes scanned over your body, checking if you were really okay. “Why should I?” You turned around, letting a sweet smile falter on your lips, growing a bit wider in anticipation of your boyfriend’s response. “I wanted you to keep holding me but you just ran off.” It was hard to keep yourself from chuckling when bright red crept up his tanned skin, his cheeks so biteable while he was fighting to keep his eyes averted from you. “I cleaned up the mess we-... I made. Come.” Instead of answering your request, he simply grabbed your hand, guiding you to his bed, seating you by the edge of the bed while he slipped on one of his shirts, very oversized for you, over you despite your reluctance to do so. “I don’t want you catching a cold.” “I never really need one. You always keep me warm at night, Jack.” Your hand found his cheek as he kneeled before you on the bedside, facing you for the first time, finally allowing you to gaze into those glowing golden orbs. “Are you hurt?” He gripped your knees, rubbing them softly, fighting the need to capture his lips between his teeth. Conflicted emotions clear in his face. You were hoping that your smile would chase them away, keeping only the happy wolf that you knew he was, the wagging of his fluffed out tail portrayed his joy with the most adorable certainty. Jack was simply worried he was a bit much but god, he was not much, he was just… so fucking right. Shaking your head, you held the other side of his face with your other hand, inching closer to him and placed a small peck right where his brows furrowed. “You would never hurt me. I’ve never been happier. Or this thoroughly… fucked.” You giggled lightly, squishing his bright red cheeks in your hands, seemingly bashful by the boldness and the truth in your statement as well. Still, Jack didn’t let up and still had to be as ‘thorough’ when caring for you, refusing to back down until he truly made sure you were truly alright. “Do you need me to get anything? Water? Food? Would you prefer if I slept out-” Shutting him up with your lips, there was no other way for you to switch off his buzzing thoughts but with something as effective as this. Wounding your arms around his shoulders, you pried his lips open with your tongue, guiding his own into a sensual and slow dance, his moan swallowed by you in the fervency of your feelings. Large hands wandered over your thighs, kneading his way over his curves to settle on your waist while you shuffled back on the bed, forcing him up with you so that the kiss wouldn’t be broken. Enfolding you in his strong arms, he broke your lips apart to brush them lightly down the column of your neck till he rested his head over your beating heart. “Jack… baby…” Your hands massaged his nape softly, your fingers creeping into the thick locks of silver, his radiant eyes glazed over with innocent giddiness. “This never happened before, I was afraid of what I was going to do and the last thing I wanted was to hurt you.” He hugged you tighter, squishing his face in the softness your body had to offer, the rest of his words coming out in a rush. “You’re so good to me. You’re so good for me and just accepted me and… my needs.” He spoke as if he was afraid that he wouldn’t get the chance to voice out how he felt, what was going through his mind before the consequences of the act that took place would settle in. “I’ve been briefly told what it’s like but I had no idea it was going to be like this.” Sweet wolf man was fretting over you in his own intense way, his words felt like a sincere apology that was bundled up in a ball of affection and worry. And here you thought he wouldn’t find yet another way to make you melt but he always had a few hidden cards in his playbook that he probably didn’t know were killer shots for you. “I just want to be the mate you deserve, my love.” Your silver-haired beastman sighed out solemnly, his wish sounded like an oath laced with unbridled adoration. “Thief.” You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes. Your unexpected response made Jack look up at you with all that grumpy handsomeness you adored. “What?” Almost offended, your boyfriend had no clue whatsoever you were trying to insinuate, especially not after his confession. “I would never do something immoral such as thievery.” “I never pegged you as someone capable of anything immoral. Unless you want to think about what just happened as such.” You winked at him, the frown forming on his face making you laugh out loud. “My point still stands. You are a thief, Jack Howl.” “I can tell when you’re teasing me, love.” He said that yet he was still visibly flustered by the accusation, adorably so, unable to mask any of his reactions to you, using all of his weaknesses against him: your fingers rubbing the soft fur of his ears, the sound of your laugh and the sight of your smile. Jack could melt on the spot. “Do explain this point of yours.” “I can name quite a few things you’ve stolen.” Your suspenseful pause before your revelation made Jack crawl up till he was face to face with you, seriousness etched into his face. “You stole my heart and now, you’re stealing my words, too?” Booping his nose with your own, the affectionate gesture followed with a soft peck to his lips; the lowest of happy whines rang in your beastman’s throat, the sound reminded you of an overjoyed pup. Nuzzling his face into your neck affectionately, mirroring what he had done previously, his lips pressed gentle kisses up your neck, over your jaw till they hovered over your lips. “I couldn’t have asked for a better mate than you. You were meant to be mine.” Your legs snaked around his waist while you hugged his large form into your much smaller one, pulling him into a kiss. A kiss full of promise, of devotion. “And you, mine.”  –♥– @theweebrises​ hehe :*  My Masterlist  💜

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❛ in all my fairy tales, the witch is always the one that's pretty. ❜

❛ who told you all princesses are kind and pretty? ❜

❛ she hates everyone apart from herself. ❜

❛ who cares about destiny? if someone shows up when you need them, you call that destiny. ❜

❛ my father's soul is dead, but he's physically alive like a zombie. ❜

❛ don't forget any of it. remember it all and overcome it. if you don't overcome it, you'll always be a kid whose soul never grows ❜

❛ you remind me of someone i used to know. a woman whose eyes completely lacked warmth. ❜

❛ i want you to be my safety pin. keep me under control so i won't explode. ❜

❛ there's something we always say to patients who recover. "hope i never see you again." ❜

❛ you're not avoiding me. you're just running away because you're scared. coward.❜

❛ but today, for the first time, i suddenly thought maybe i was just running away because i wanted to. ❜

❛ you see, when life is unbearably hard the easiest way out is to run. ❜

❛ some things can't be torn apart no matter how hard you try to do so. ❜

❛ how can you define a relationship in just one word? every encounter we've had was awfully dramatic, being an inch away from death. ❜

❛ every moment we crossed paths, we surprised each other. if such coincidences, one after another, somehow led us here, how would you define our relationship? ❜

❛ it'd be such a cliche to say that we're destined for each other. ❜

❛ i hope you read a lot of fairy tales and wake up from your dreams ❜

❛ don't look up at the stars in the beautiful night sky. look down at your feet that are stuck in a filthy sewer, accept your reality. ❜

❛ do children have to be useful to their parents? ❜

❛ what do you think i really wanted, satiating my hunger or feeling someone's warmth? warmth—this is what i truly wanted. i didn't want to be just fed. ❜

❛ your lies carry a sense of sincerity. it makes me want to believe them. ❜

❛ it's fine even if it's fake. putting on a smile isn't so hard to do. ❜

❛ is everything yours once you set your eyes on it? if you can't make it yours, you would even destroy it to get your hands on it. ❜

❛ you call that love? that's just obsession and greed. ❜

❛ don't bother wasting your emotions on me. i don't deserve any of that. ❜

❛ i'm sorry for running away when i was the one who liked you first.i regretted it the moment i turned away. ❜

❛ i'm done with being someone who is needed by others. ❜

❛ but the heart is a liar. it stays quiet even when it's hurting. ❜

❛ if you want to be fashionable, you must be uncomfortable and stubborn. ❜

❛ "get lost." do you know how many times you've said that to me? ❜

❛ last night, it sounded like you were begging me not to leave. ❜

❛ last time i ran away, but today i thought i should stay with you. ❜

❛ i think that's why we're meant to be. you're patient and i'm volatile. ❜

❛ like a bomb and its safety pin, we go hand in hand. we're meant to be together. ❜

❛ i feel like you're taming me. ❜

❛ i keep doing things i wouldn't normally do because of you. ❜

❛ he doesn't have anything to offer. i must've thought i could be the one to fill up his empty life. ❜

❛ she has the face of an angel, but there lives a demon inside. ❜

❛ if you keep a secret to yourself, you end up getting frustrated. you need to tell someone in order to relieve your stress. ❜

❛ your rationality can never win against your desires. ❜

❛ she's very lonely, but she doesn't want anyone to know that so she pushes people away. ❜

❛ i told you that i can no longer hold myself back. i guess i can't run away anymore.❜

❛ i dreamed the impossible dream. i should've known my place. ❜

❛ you were like a firecracker to me. a one-time event. i had my fun, so it's time for you to get out of my life. ❜

❛ i'm not a firecracker. i'm a bomb! i don't disappear once i explode. i blow up and kill everyone! ❜

❛ you're not taking me away from him. he now has one more person who will stay by his side. ❜

❛ i don't care who it is. i will not forgive anyone who messes with my family. ❜

❛ are all parents automatically forgiven for all the bad things they did before they die? ❜

❛ the one who neglects and turns a blind eye to the abuse is worse than the abuser.❜

❛ when i see you smile at me, i forget everything else. ❜

❛ stop pretending like it doesn't hurt. stop pretending like you're okay. ❜

❛ you pretending to be okay and me seeing that masked face will make me walk on eggshells around you. it'll suffocate me. i'll be tormented. ❜

❛ the one that torments you can also be the one to save you. ❜

❛ if you can't erase it, you just need to cover it with something better. ❜

❛ you belong to yourself and i belong to myself. ❜

I'll be yours | Modern AU Aegon

Series - The Work Trip / Falling For You / Rum and Coke

A million thank you's to my absolute angel @arcielee for reading and re reading this time and time again, ilysm <3

Warnings: minor nsfw, mentions of substance abuse, withdrawal from substance abuse

When the light of Saturday morning shone through your windows the left side of your bed was empty. Panicking for a moment, you sat up, expecting to find an apologetic note from Aegon, but instead you heard singing. Walking over to your bedroom door you peeked into your kitchen to see a shirtless Aegon attempting to make scrambled eggs, a blue tea towel thrown over his shoulder, music coming from his phone on the side. The grin that covered your face was impossible to hide. Aegon noticed you leaning against the door, greeting your smile with one of his own. “It was the least I could do after last night,” he said, unable to stop himself looking you up and down, you’d somehow ended up in his T-shirt and your black lace underwear that he couldn’t quite see. “Agreed,” you giggle, sitting opposite him on a stool, waiting for him to finish cooking. Plating up the toast and eggs, he placed himself on the stool next to you. “I meant it, last night,” he said, suddenly serious. “I want to be better, I want to make this work.” You looked back at him, smiling, “I know.” you replied, of course you knew he meant it, but you also knew people like him well enough to understand it wasn’t that easy. Neither of you spoke throughout breakfast, enjoying each other's company. Every moment with Aegon always found a way to be tainted with pain, knowing that it would soon be torn away, and you’d be back to the complications you both needed to sort out. 

Although your morning with Aegon had been perfect to say the least, however, the events of the previous night still lingered in your thoughts, knowing you needed to talk about it. 

He insisted on clearing up after breakfast, still trying to constantly prove himself to you. “Aegs, should we talk about last night?” You tried to approach the subject lightly. “Mhm,” was all he responded, clearly not really wanting to relive it. “When was the last time you ended up like that?” You asked. He continued to dry up the plates, forcing his focus onto them and away from you. “I don’t know, not for a bit, do we have to talk about this, I’m trying,” he mumbled back, only just loud enough for you to hear. You continued watching him from your sofa, thinking of how to word your next statement. “Aegon, look, I get it, your life isn’t easy and I’m not going to hold that against you, but there’s a difference between fucking up once or twice and being an alcoholic,” you spoke, the last part of your sentence coming out slightly harsh. 

Aegon walked over, sitting opposite you on the sofa; he could barely make eye contact as he played with your hands to avoid looking you in the eye. “I know, I know it seems really bad, but I’m gonna work it out, I want to work it out,” he spoke softly. 

A few days passed since the events of that night, and in truth, Aegon did seem better. He’d been showing up to work, smiling, laughing, even somehow getting along with his grandfather. Each night he’d come back to your apartment, you’d order take out after a long day, usually something fancy Aegon wanted to eat. You’d lie over him on the sofa, your head in his lap as you watched the tv show you’d both been bingeing. 

That’s how it stayed for a week or so. Aegon seemingly better, you, working towards the end of your internship. You only had a couple of weeks left now, your time consumed by your application for the permanent position in the company. 

Unfortunately, this meant Aegon found himself alone more than usual. He didn’t blame you, knowing how important the job was, how ruthless his grandfather would be during the application process. He watched in awe each night as you sat at your computer, your glasses on your nose, oblivious to the world as you continuously worked. Aegon might as well have moved in with you at this point, your presence filling the hole left by the lack of drugs and booze. 

In truth, he wasn’t doing well like he thought he had been. Yes, the first week was okay, avoiding drinking, filling his time with work and you, loving the positive attention he received for actually being sober. However, two weeks in, the withdrawal started. He’d wake up in the middle of the night shaking and feeling like he was about to throw up. He’d tip toe to your bathroom, careful not to wake you as he lay on the bathroom floor, the coolness grounding him. He’d found himself waking up on the bathroom floor countless times now, cleaning up any evidence. Luckily he’d wake up before you, keeping the reality of what he was going through hidden. You were so proud of him and ruining that would break his heart. He’d brush his teeth and slide back into bed next to you, usually minutes before your alarm went off. Kissing you gently as if he’d peacefully slept all night he would smile at you, appreciating your beauty. 

You both got up, completing your usual morning routines around each other. Aegon sat at the kitchen counter, barely eating the toast you’d put in front of him, his stomach still not settled. Noticing you looking at him with concern, he looks up at you, smiling. “Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight? You’ve been working so hard and you deserve a break from it all” he asks. You look back at him, the stress clear in your face. “I have so much to do, Aegon,” you sigh. He instantly met your reaction with his big sad eyes, knowing they were your weakness. “But yes, we should, it's only one night,” you reason with yourself. Aegon smiles, walking round the counter to hug you, kissing your forehead “You’re gonna get this job, I know you will,” he spoke softly, looking directly into your eyes and smiling. 

Finally the evening came around, another long and difficult day of work behind you. You barely realized you hadn’t seen Aegon all day, texting him to ask where you wanted to meet him after work. At your request, you’d decided to keep your relationship hidden until you’d been in your new job for a while, not wanting anyone to think you’d slept your way to the top. Everyone knew you were close friends with Aegon, but nothing more, knowing you were one to put work before any relationship.

Meet me at home. A x 

His reply left a bittersweet feeling in your stomach. At first, Aegon referring to your little flat as home made your heart flutter, but the worry kicked in, wondering why he’d already be there and not at work. Convincing yourself you were overthinking it, you made your way back to your little flat, lost in the music in your headphones. 

“Aegon,” you shouted through the flat as you walked in the door. You couldn’t hear him, usually he’d be sitting on the sofa watching tv, waiting for you as always. The pang of worry from before hit you again. You put your bag and coat away before walking into your bedroom. “Hi, sorry,” Aegon spoke, walking out of your bathroom. He looked pale and exhausted, his short white hair ruffled and slightly sweaty. “You alright Aegs?” You asked, concerned and confused. “Yeah, sorry, I think I ate something dodgy for lunch, so I had to go home early,” he explained. He sat on the bed, looking up at you, forcing a smile to reassure you. “I’m fine though, I thought I was gonna throw up but I didn’t, I think I’m just hungry,” he spoke as convincingly as possible; he couldn’t ruin tonight, not after how hard you’d worked. “We don’t have to-“ you began, “I’m fine,” he spoke, a little too harshly, making you flinch at his sudden loud tone. “Sorry- I’m fine, I booked the table for 7 so we should get going soon,” he smiled, looking guilty for his sudden outburst and walked over to kiss you gently, his hand on your cheek.

Trying to ignore the worry in your chest, you readied yourself, while Aegon was waiting at the door in suit trousers and a shirt, still pale as ever. You assumed he was just under the weather, tired from work, and struggling more without his usual pick me ups. 

The restaurant was beautiful, you can’t help but smile as you see the botanical decorations, knowing you mentioned to Aegon one time that it was your favourite style. He squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek, your excited reaction filled his heart. 

“I can’t wait to just find out if I got this job or not,” you say, looking at your food. Aegon had been quieter than usual all evening, picking at the food he’d ordered. He looked up into your eyes, almost as if he’d just remembered you were there. His forehead covered in a sheen of sweat, his hands shaking. As soon as you noticed, he shoved his hands under the table, looking back down to his meal. A frown crossed your face, instantly knowing he wasn't alright, the withdrawals you were waiting for finally getting to him. “You’ll be perfect, you always are,” he replied, trying to sound positive but failing. “Aegon, are you alright? If you’re sick we can go-“ you began, the consistent worry you’d felt all evening heavy on your chest. “I’ll be right back,” he spoke quickly, he didn’t even look back at you as he hurried himself to the bathroom. 

Aegon’s vision began to tunnel as he made his way to the bathroom, the shakes almost uncontrollable now. He could barely breathe, feeling like he was about to throw up again any second. He slammed the cubicle door closed behind him, sitting on the floor, head in his hands, dry heaving. His head felt heavy, thoughts running wild, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t breathe. A moment of silence came before he threw everything up again, a second of relief washing over him. It felt like time had stopped. He grabbed a small clear bag from his pocket, staring at the substance he so dearly craved. “Aegon” he heard your voice, pulling him out of his daze. He had to pretend he was fine, he had to be okay. Before he could think, he chucked the bag down the toilet and flushed it, standing up to sort himself out. “I’ll be out in a second,” he shouted back, trying to sound as normal as possible. He heard you close the door as he walked out, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked awful. 

As he walked out through the restaurant, he noticed you waiting outside, your coat hugged around you in the cold. “I’m sorry-“ he spoke softly, his hands in his pockets. Your expression mirrored one he’d seen so many times on his brother Aemonds face as he helped him through a comedown. The defeated expression of a loved one who’s realised how broken he truly is. “It doesn’t matter, let’s go home” you say, putting a hand out to take his. 

Aegon didn’t speak as he stumbled into your bedroom, stripping off his sweaty, uncomfortable clothes and turning on the shower, not giving you a chance to ask him what happened. You ready yourself for bed, exhaustion taking over your body. The more you thought about the week, the more you realised how caught up in work you’d been. You felt guilty for not noticing Aegon's struggle sooner, for assuming he was okay out of your own selfishness. Tears threatened your eyes as Aegon stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low around his waist. You quickly pulled yourself together, watching him put on some boxers and pyjama bottoms. “Aegon, are you okay, I’m so sorry I didn't notice sooner, I should've been there for you” you blurted out all at once. Aegon’s eyes met yours, a mixture of sadness, guilt and regret swimming in his violet orbs. Instead of replying he simply met your words with a kiss, passionate and soft, trying to show his love in the only way he knew how. 

The kiss became more and more heated as he pulled you onto his lap, your hands tangled in his short white hair. Aegon's fingertips brushed the edges of your t-shirt, gently pulling the soft fabric over your head. He made sure to kiss every inch of your skin, as if trying to map out a memory of your body. 

The pair of you ended up in a tangle of limbs, moaning each other's names and panting breathlessly. Sleep overtook you before you could even think, vaguely hearing an ‘I love you’ fall from Aegon's lips.

The cold, the first thing you felt when you awoke, your arm reaching out to the left side of your bed. Still heavy-eyed, you laid there for a moment, smiling at the memories of the night before, remembering the feeling of Aegon on your skin. Your eyes opened gently as you immediately furrowed your brows, looking for Aegon. Anxiety instantly filled your body, lifting you out of bed as you searched your flat for any sign of him. Assuming he must have texted, you made your way back into your bedroom, scrambling around for your phone, turning the light on in the process. As the dim glow filled the room, you noticed a note on the bed, covered in messy, tear covered handwriting.

I’ll be yours when I’m myself again. Aegon x

You fell back onto the bed, your breath caught in your throat as the tears flowed endlessly. He was gone.

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The Lost Island

Chapter 20 - Found

Recap: After saving the world by sacrificing yourself to allow a matriarch tree to grow impossibly fast, you've managed to use the last remaining strength of your soul to send Marcus back in time to when he first met you. And as the two timelines begin to merge, you and Marcus are left trying to rediscover each other, just as the island once again beckons for you.

Author’s Note: It's been a year and a half since I abandoned this poor thing with just one chapter unfinished. But thanks to @scorpio-marionette I've finally been able to finish it! Hope it won't disappoint!

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Cursing, comfort, fluff, reference to smut. Word Count: 5130 Masterlist (this story) Author’s Masterlist

   Unsurprisingly, things got somewhat awkward after that impromptu reunion. Your clothes were scattered on the ground, some of them even lightly torn due to the sudden urgency of your need for each other, so once you’d both regained your breaths, it was a scramble to recover them and make your way inside.    Thankfully, Missy had clocked what was going on out back and opted to hide in her room, hoping that none of the neighbours would’ve heard the two of you. But it wasn’t until you and Marcus climbed into his bed and just held one another, that you really began to grasp everything that had happened.

   Again, it wasn’t as simple as memories. It was strong emotions and a lot of sensory input which was suddenly just there, as clear and real as they would’ve been to the version of you who had lived them.    But after your rushed and bewildering coupling, you began to feel less like she was this other being which couldn’t be more than loosely connected to you, and more like you might actually be the same person.

   Something which became a tad unsettling when you were getting ready to leave the following evening, and realized that both you and Missy had acted like old friends from the moment you’d walked into the kitchen that morning.    Also, you knew where everything belonged in the entire house, which foods were the seven-year old's favourites, and even what Marcus’ morning mood was gonna be. And it was only after you’d stepped outside to fly the helicopter back to HQ, that any of this felt at all strange.

   You’d had dinner with the two of them, chatted, cracked jokes and laughed, cleared the table and helped with the dishes, all without once noting that this was the first time you’d set foot in there, the first time you’d hung out with them.    Hell, it was the first time you’d socialized with anyone other than what had been absolutely necessary, ever since you were sixteen. And it had felt completely natural and easy.

   It was only when you stood there, by the aircraft, turning back to say goodnight to Marcus, that it even occurred to you, and you could see the sudden uncertainty in his eyes as he read the confusion in yours.

   “I… wow… This is so weird,” you tried, failing to find words to describe the feeling.

   “Are you okay?” was all he could manage, clearly unsure of what was going on with you, but unwilling to pressure you or do anything which might jeopardise your rekindled relationship.

   And then it hit you how this had to be just as strange for him. Suddenly having you back, presumably exactly as it had been in the time he’d lived, and you were abruptly worried that he’d fall apart if you left again.    He loved you like nothing you’d ever seen in anyone before. Like you’d never even believed possible.

   “Are you?” you countered, and then watched him suck in a deep breath.

   “I don’t have a clue…” he started, before it all came flooding out as if he’d been sitting on this all evening. “But I’m so scared. This all felt like before, and god, I missed it so much… feeling like a family again.    But I’m so fucking scared that this was just a random thing and that you’re gonna fly off and everything will fade, and I’ll be alone again, and I can’t do it, Pita… I can’t fucking do it again. Please, don’t go.”

   He was all but sobbing towards the end, and it tore at your heart to see that pain in him.    You stepped away from the machine and hugged him, and the feeling was right there. That same desire and affection and devotion, telling you how much you loved this man, how you’d do anything for him.    And suddenly it seemed impossible that you’d even contemplated leaving him just to return a helicopter that was unlikely to be needed during the night anyway.

   You let him lead you back to the house, no longer sure what you’d been so confused about before.    And when you fell asleep in his arms a little while later, it was with a feeling of comfort and familiarity, free of all doubts or troubles.    This was where you belonged.

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   Marcus woke up the next morning to a phone that simply would not stop ringing no matter how many times he ignored it. Which he did because his arms were still around you, and he wasn’t gonna let you go until someone forced him.    Eventually, he got annoyed with the insistent disturbance and used his threads to move the device away to the kitchen, not even glancing at the screen to see who was trying to reach him. All he wanted to see was you.

   He’d lost this. He knew what it felt like to have to give this up, to know that he’d never again get to feel the warmth of your body against his, or the steady rise and fall of your chest, the rhythmic beating of your heart and how his own body synchronized to match.    If this was really happening, if you really were somehow merging with his version of you, then there was a chance he’d never have to give you up again.    But if it wasn’t… then he’d have to suffer that pain all over again, and he knew now he couldn’t survive that. So yes, he’d hold on to you for as long as he could.

   The day was still young, and you showed no signs of waking up yet, so he just laid there, enjoying every second and trying not to think about the fears which still lived in his heart.    But of course, it wouldn’t last forever.

   “Dad! Will you please answer your phone!” Missy called from further away in the house, apparently having gotten up already.

   It was a Friday so that wasn’t surprising, she was good at getting up in time for school, sometimes getting some reading done during breakfast, or just sitting outside in the morning sun, listening to her favourite music.    Where his phone hadn’t bothered you, Missy’s voice instantly made you stir, which made a wonderful sort of warm softness spread through him. You cared about her, as much as he did. Reacted to her as readily as a mother would.

   “What time is it?” you sleepily grumbled, clearly fighting against having to get up, but also clearly fine with waking up in his bed and arms.

   “Early. You can stew for another half-hour if you want,” he answered in a whisper, to keep from fully rousing you and let you slip back into sleep if you wanted.

   “Mmm…” was all you responded with, which he interpreted as you feeling much too good to get up.

   But he still had to.    He squeezed you just a little tighter, pressing a light kiss to your head, just behind the ear, and then carefully pulled away, hating how the sudden loss of contact made him feel cold as he padded barefoot to the bathroom and closed the door.

   You’d only gone to bed and slept last night, but the few heated minutes out on the patio would never leave his memory for as long as he lived. Because it had been you.    He’d seen it in your eyes, the exact same expression as you’d had that one and only time the two of you had been together prior to this one.    It didn’t matter that that was all the experience he had to go on with you, because there was so much more to your relationship than the physical, and in those few minutes, everything had been just as he remembered.

   Standing there, staring at his own reflection in the bright vanity lights around the mirror, he could clearly see the fear that still held him in a tight grip. The crippling fear that even after everything that had happened, everything he’d been through, he might still lose you.    But he couldn’t live under the constant weight of that fear without turning into a wreck of a human being. So, he tried not to think about it, tried to focus instead on getting the day going, planning the morning out in his head while he did his morning toilet, before sneaking back out into the bedroom, somehow still relieved to see you there.

   Taking a breath, trying to keep himself levelled, he left the room and headed to the kitchen, where the fucking phone was still ringing incessantly.    He picked it up, noting that the caller-ID said Granada, but whatever she wanted, it couldn’t be good, and he wasn’t in the mood for bad today.    Could he not get to take one day off from bad stuff?

   “It’s work, right?” Missy wondered, already seated at the table with her cereal bowl.

   “Yeah,” he replied simply, still just staring at the phone.

   “Then you should answer, it might be really important.”

   “I know, I just don’t wanna be the Heroic right now. Not today.”

   Technically, both you and Marcus had been a bit awol for the past day and a half, seen as how you both still had a job to do, which you’d completely ignored in favour of just being together.

   “Because of Ace? She stayed last night, right?” she probed, trying not to sound overly interested, but not quite succeeding.

   Apparently, the same melding process which seemed to be happening with you, was happening with Missy as well. Suddenly she too appeared to know about things that had occurred in his timeline, as though she’d lived them herself, which only increased his hopes of this being a permanent displacement.

   “She did, and I really wanna focus on her right now. Things have happened lately, that… well, it’s complicated,” he tried, but it was a poor choice of words.

   “You guys aren’t like… having problems or anything?” she sounded worried now, which in a backwards kinda way made him happy, because worrying meant she cared about his relationship with you.

   “No, not like that. We just, uh… need to figure some stuff out.”

   “Dad, that’s exactly what grown-ups say when they have problems,” she said, starting to sound genuinely concerned now.

   “And I’m also saying that you don’t need to worry, she’s not going anywhere as long as I have a say,” he reassured her, which appeared to be enough to calm her down.

   But then that took her focus back to his phone.

   “Gosh, just answer her already. She’s not gonna stop.”

   He sighed again, deeper this time, but reached for the device all the same.

   “Moreno.”

   “God damned it, Marcus, I was about to send a tac-unit to your house!” Granada shouted in his ear, making him twitch his head away from the speaker for a moment.

   “Well, good fucking morning to you too, Boss…” he snapped back, earning a snicker from his daughter in between bites of cereal.

   “I need you to come in as soon as possible, we’ve got a major problem,” her tone was enough to get his blood going, and he threw a worried glance at Missy, who had now buried her nose into one of her textbooks.

   “What is it?” he questioned, trying to keep his tone casual.

   “It’s the island. And since you’re the only one that knows what might be going on, I need you to get your ass over here.”

   Shit. He should’ve known something would happen to disturb his chances at a quiet week. It wasn’t like he’d had more than a moment’s chance to relax and recover ever since that damned plane crash.    How long ago was that now?

   “I’ll be right there,” he promised, and then ended the call.

   “Should I call Abuela to come drive me to school?” Missy asked, still looking at her book.

   “Yeah. I’m sorry, kiddo.”

   “You’re not going back to fieldwork, though. Right?”

   “I might have to,” he admitted, not wanting to lie to her. “To stop something really bad. I don’t know yet.”

   “What about Ace?”

   The chopper was still in his backyard, and he didn’t know how to fly it, whereas you did.

   “She’s gonna take me to work and return the helicopter she borrowed in the process.”

   “So, you’re gonna go together?” she puzzled, sounding quite pleased with the idea.

   “Like I said, she’s not going anywhere unless it’s with me.”

   It took you no time at all to get up, get dressed and get the aircraft warmed up, once Marcus had made it clear that you were needed at HQ. Not that Granada had said anything about needing you.    He did, though.    It was amazing to observe how you kissed the top of Missy’s head in passing, both of you acting as though it was the most ordinary thing, wishing each other a good day before you left the house with him.

   The flight was also dealt with in record time, meaning that the two of you stepped into Granada’s office just twenty minutes after the call.    She didn’t look surprised to see you walk in behind him, and just asked you to close the door before her focus landed on Marcus.

   “Ah, the runaways return,” she remarked, but then got straight to business before either of them could mount a defence. “The island has become visible to our satellites since yesterday. Do you know why that might be?”

   “I’m not sure,” he pondered, genuinely surprised by the news. “Our theory in my time was that the island itself was responsible for the cloaking, since it vanished when I killed it.”

   “You killed what? The island?”

   “Yes. But so far as we know, it’s still very much alive right now, so I really don’t know.    Although… it is possible that the portal has something to do with this.”

   “How so?”

   “It created the time-displacement which started when we arrived there, probably because it sensed my powers. So, maybe our recent visit was enough for it to react the same way, or perhaps it actually remembered me. Either way, that thing is a lot more powerful than we can ever fully grasp, and considering that it’s been a prisoner there for a long time, I’m prepared to believe that it could’ve disrupted the island’s cloaking capacity, if it somehow figured out how to free itself without our help.”

   “From what you’ve described, I don’t think we want to get up close and personal with that entity again. But we obviously don’t want the island to develop or distribute deadly spores either, which is what I gather will happen if the cloak stays down.    So, any suggestions?”

   “Yeah. We figure out how the tree produces those golden particles and try and bring some of it to the island, so we can kill those spores and then send the Ozsha home without destroying their world.”

   “And you’re sure you could convince the portal to cooperate?”

   “Actually, I don’t think I have to. In the future, I was able to pull it to me and control where and when it opened, and since my powers don’t seem to have changed by coming here, I’m pretty sure I can still do that.    But I also think that the portal kind of wants us to help the aliens get home.”

   “Wait, wait… Did you just say you can manipulate space-time?” she sceptically questioned, to which he shrugged.

   “To some degree. If I’d been able to assert complete control over it, I would’ve found a way back to Pita much sooner, but I couldn’t create a permanent displacement on my own.”

   “Then how do you know if you can put the Ozsha back on Eqlo’e permanently?”

   “Because I know that this isn’t their original time either, and the cosmos wants things to be in their correct time and place. That much I’m certain of.”

   “Right. Well then, I’ll get the departments working on those particles.”

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   It took two weeks for the science department to crack the puzzle of the matriarch, and in the meantime, the line between you and Marcus’ Pita kept on blurring. Until you could usually not even recall how you’d only known him for a fraction of the time it felt like.    You really were merging though, because you could still recall the events that had happened in your own time, as well as his, which meant you weren’t being erased or replaced with her. It was more like she was being added to you.

   Your lives were identical up until the moment of Mo’s transition into this time, so it was really just those three years which were being imparted to you, but they sure left behind some massive impressions.    Going back to the island once again only strengthened your experiences from there, helping you to recall every detail, and leaving you incredibly grateful that it had somehow not ended in utter failure, because holy shit had there been a lot of close calls.

   Six canisters of golden spores had been prepared for you to set up on locations around the entire island, before an automatic trigger would open them and disperse the shimmering particles evenly across the small patch of land. And since this felt more personal to the two of you than anyone else, you’d opted to do this alone, although a ship carrying the entire Heroics team was anchored nearby, just in case.

   One canister was to be placed right on the forest line of the beach where you’d first washed up that day after the crash, so you left it for last.    When it was done, you walked down further onto the beach and just stood there, looking out at the ocean in silent remembrance. Not about anything in particular, just the fact that you’d survived all this crap.    You made a mental note to call Chris as soon as you got a chance, because the spores reminded you of the painful goodbye that day. The regrets you’d felt.

   Then you registered a movement in front of you, and refocused on the present only to find the Ozsha having appeared in the waves as far as your eyes could see.    But they weren’t behaving threatening, and it took you a moment to realize that it was probably because Marcus was talking to them. Letting them invade his mind so he could show them his memories and help them understand that this was all an effort to save them.

   “It’s okay, Pita. You can press the button, they’re gonna stay right there and let the spores infect them,” he reassured you, and you did as he asked.

   The canisters performed their function as intended, and within minutes, the entire island and the surrounding waters were covered in gold, sparkling under the sun.    Mo then nodded at the Ixo, before turning away from the water, heading up the beach and towards the west side of the mountain.

   “That just leaves the portal,” he said while he took your hand and settled in for the trek.

   “Do you think it’ll come out swinging like last time?” you pondered, remembering your first trip to their home-planet, and how cataclysmic it had been to your relationship with this man.

   “I don’t know. I’m kinda curious to find out if it somehow knows about all that. It seemed to know absolutely everything before.”

   “Yeah, but if memory serves, that was only after it first emerged from its hibernation.”

   “So far as we knew, you mean. It could’ve understood everything from the start, manipulating us with its every move.”

   “Hm. I guess so. Did we ever figure out why it plopped us out with a three-month delay after we’d sent the Ozsha home?” you asked, and saw him smile a little, probably at the way you expressed these past events as your own experiences now.

   “I believe that was related to us learning that the island could still destroy us. Although, why we needed to be that far into the future after destroying it to understand it, I still don’t know.”

   “Maybe the goo got it wrong. No one’s infallible.”

   He chewed on that for a minute, while you made your way through some thicker underbrush, but then he grumbled quietly, like he’d been arguing with himself internally.

   “No, I don’t think it did anything at random. We might not be able to suss out why it did such a thing, but I’m certain there was a reason.”

   “Like what?” you wondered, not challenging him, just curious about his reasoning.

   “I think it might’ve looked at every conceivable way to avert the disaster of this planet being destroyed, finding just one viable solution. And I think that everything it did was with surgical precision, specifically to get us to the places we needed to be in the exact moments we needed to be there.”

   “Which would mean my sacrifice was the only solution, all along. And nothing we did differently could’ve changed anything for the better.”

   “True. But what if it also saw this?” he pondered, lifting your joined hands to indicate your restored closeness. “What if it knew that you are so fucking powerful, you’d find a way back to me, even after death?”

   You just smiled at that. There was every chance it was true, just like there was every chance it wasn’t. But either way, however strangely and complicatedly you’d gotten here, you were together.    Against all odds, you’d found a way to each other across space and time. How could you ever argue against that?

   Reaching the black lands, you were once again met by the portal’s defences, but Marcus easily averted them as you made your way to the center of the area, and the large flat rock.    You stood silently in the middle of it, waiting and watching the surrounding rocks, until that same screech could be heard from somewhere to the north. It quickly multiplied until it was coming from all directions, and then hundreds of little black pools of liquid were converging around you.

   But unlike that first time, they didn’t try and engulf you now. They gathered into the black gateway between all of the cosmos, right in front of you, and you felt Marcus laugh lightly beside you.

   “What?” you asked, and he looked at you with a puzzled brow.

   “You can’t feel it?” he responded, smiling wider, but you had no clue what he was talking about, so you shrugged, and he threw a thumb towards the portal. “Don’t be afraid of it, cariño. You know it, just like it knows you. Let it show you.”

   Still not clear about what he meant, you turned your focus on the thing, feeling ambivalent about whether it really was a friend, after everything it had put you through.    But then a feeling started to creep up your spine, and suddenly, images flooded your mind.    Like a movie being played out inside you, Marcus’s entire life was shown to you, from his childhood to his marriage and the birth of Missy, all the way to everything the two of you had been through, including all the lost time you couldn’t remember.

   The three months you’d mentioned earlier, now revealed to you in full, as you’d been brought to the Hawaiian Islands back before Akela’s party had left. You’d lived with them in their time, gotten to know them, shared in their joys and sorrows, for no other reason than that your fates were linked, and it was important that you’d always know each other, even if the memories were no longer there.    That was how Akela had so easily read you. How he’d known you even when you’d been brought before him three years prior to the events which had supposedly been your first encounter.

   From there, the black liquid took you to the memories of Marcus’s Pita as she’d been merged with the matriarch tree. How she’d spent an entire year conserving energy, refusing to grow while she’d waited for the right moment, knowing she could do it. That she could give him everything back.    That she could give you both everything you’d ever dreamed of.

   When the images faded, you and Mo both dropped to your knees, crying with the overload of sensations, the months and years of emotions you’d experienced in the space of mere minutes.

   “Oh, god… I saw your life,” you started, still squeezing his hand while you tried to stop trembling. “I saw everything we missed.”

   “Me too,” he panted, struggling to get his breathing under control, having clearly experienced something similar. “I saw your parents, your birthday… your career. And then…”

   “Hawaii,” you filled in when he had to pause for a moment.

   “Yeah. I finally know what Kahele means,” he breathed, smiling despite the strain to his system, and you mirrored him.

   “The home,” you whispered. “The most fitting name I’ve ever heard for anyone.    You’ve been my home all my life, I just never knew it.”

   He pulled you to him then, embracing you as you both sat there on your knees before the giant black door, finally able to understand everything, and therefor, finally able to let it go.    Akela had asked you to deliver a message to his daughter after he’d passed, but now you knew that it had always been meant for you, since the Chief had always been meant to live on. That the message had actually come from the portal itself, taking the shape and sound of a man you trusted so that you would always remember it.

   ‘Eha ke ola – Life hurts

   He’d said that she would know what it meant, and you did. You knew it wasn’t about pain, but about the struggles of life making you impossibly strong. That the real message had been for you to believe in yourself, because every day of your life had prepared you for this battle. Every moment of self-doubt and fear had been there to teach you just how much you could endure. And how much you could give.

   The portal vanished then, and a moment later, so did the island and the Ozsha, leaving just a barren piece of rock under your feet. A dead volcano, completely natural to this world, not cloaked by any alien lifeforms or sprouting any blood-sucking trees.    Your work was done.

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   You agreed to marry him just a few weeks after your return from the island, and the wedding was one for the books. All the Heroics and their families were there, your brother, and some of the senior staff, and it was mostly just a lovable kind of chaos.    It hadn’t ended until the following morning, after the last bouts of games and wrestling matches had finally drained your guests of their energy, leaving you and Marcus to drive off into the sunrise together.

   But you hadn’t travelled anywhere for your honeymoon. You’d been away for long enough already. Instead, the time off work had been spent in an oceanside cabin not far from your now shared home, in the throws of affection and unbridled passion, resulting in the arrival of Missy’s little brother, nine months later.    She adored being a big sister, doting on the baby boy every chance she got, insisting that you name him Kal, after Superman’s real name, because she had decided that any kid who had managed to get born in spite of spacetime displacements and interdimensional warfare, had to be the most superpowered kid to have ever existed.

   Needless to say, you’d both caved. Baby Kal it was. But he soon earned his own nicknames as well, such as Mini-Ace, MM Junior, and Kaliber, all based on his large and utterly charming personality.    Surprisingly, just like his big sister, he never developed any abilities. And Marcus was actually glad for it, because it meant that Missy would never feel excluded. That the two of them would always be equals, and therefor, hopefully develop a strong and lasting bond.

   Not that you would’ve allowed them to drift apart even if they’d been in danger of it. That was where your experiences of a shattered childhood turned you into supermom, because whatever they did, you always knew how to keep them together. How to keep them united against the struggles of life, so they would always have an ally and a safe place to run to if things got difficult.

   Marcus often sat and just watched you teach them these invaluable lessons, marvelling at how naturally you’d taken on this role which had seemed so impossibly difficult and frightening to you at the start of this relationship.    He remembered how you’d panicked at the mere mention of your childhood during that first dinner, and how scared you’d been of somehow ruining Missy by just being in her life.

   It all seemed so far away now.    But he also remembered how it had felt when you’d died in his arms. First on the island, then with the tree. And whenever those images and feelings gripped him, he understood every nuance of the panic you’d suffered. The crippling fear of knowing that you could utterly destroy those you loved, simply by loving them.

   The rewards of that love, however, would always outweigh the fear, which was why those memories never darkened his spirit or made him doubt anything about his life.    He would go through it all again, a hundred times, if it meant he’d get to see you play with your children, cheer at their successes, share their burdens and carry their pains.    He would never take it for granted and he would never stop thanking your soul for the strength it gave him, every single day, to know how hard you’d fought to get to be with him.

   The island was always doomed to be lost, a mere footnote in history, the scope of which most people would never even understand. But to the two of you, it would always be the place where your lost souls had found their way to each other.    So, every year, on the anniversary of the plane crash, you went back there and planted a tree, leaving it to the elements with the hope that it would survive until the next year. And by the time you’d grown old enough to have grandchildren, an entire forest covered the island once more.

   No one had wanted anything to do with it after it had been deemed safe, so you and Marcus had claimed it. Not to be turned into a resort or even your own private vacation spot, but simply to keep it alive, as a monument to your story.    And together, you’d named it Loa’a.

   Found.

THE END

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pls do a part two of the fic u wrote called headshot where the reader takes a blow for their s/o. With luffy and zoro pls

a/n - sorry this part two took so long 😭 I’m going to finish Zoro’s another time :) too much sadness in one go lmao

Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader, part 1

Headshot 2

Luffy

This battle was never ending. God you were tired, when would this all just stop? The amount of times your fists have hit people’s faces, your knuckles bruised from impact. Everyone around you was screaming, whether it be curses at each other, or just blatant cries of pain and exhaustion. Luffy had been pinned down, two of the admirals already taking advantage of it. Finally, they’d be able to kill Monkey D. Luffy, and this long chase would stop. You couldn’t ever let that happen, not on your watch. You kicked people out of the way, not caring who the hell’s noses you broke, who’s legs you tripped, or who’s arms you swatted away with ease. All your mind was focused on was saving Luffy, that’s all you needed to do, simple right? Everything was right on track, you’d slip through, grab Luffy, and then run back to the ship. Easy! Until you felt fire running up your back, shit. When you turned around and tried to strike the person in the face, you were horrified to see that he easily moved out of the way. It was Akainu. Luffy’s eyes widened, not this guy again.. Not this man who killed ace.. He was strong- and you knew you weren’t going to be able to beat him on your own. You stood in front of Luffy who was still stuck under a huge piece of sea stone bars that had broken off the marine headquarters building. “Protecting? You think you’re going to make it out alive?” Akainu asked with his molten fist starting to flame. You glared at him, who does he think he is? God he made you so angry. He suddenly rushed forward, disappearing past you so quickly you couldn’t even react. He went straight for Luffy, ready to give him the same fate as his brother. No.. No no no no! Why was he going for him and not you?! That wasn’t the plan!

You jumped with all the strength you had in you, hoping you’d fly fast enough to make sure Luffy didn’t die today. Your face was the only thing to make it in time, and Akainu’s fist crashed straight into your eyes, burning them, lava pouring into your eyes, searing like you were in hell. Luffy looked horrified, this couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not you too.. When your body tumbled to the ground, the sizzling sound of your eyes being burnt still ringing in Luffy’s ears, he lost it. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He started to try and free himself, his arms and legs stuck underneath the huge pile of sea stone. Dammit, he was going to rip his limbs off for you if that was what it meant for him to save you! He’d do anything, absolutely anything for you. He was screaming, blind rage filling his hoarse cries. Akainu could only watch, with a gaze that had absolutely no pity, empathy, or compassion. He wanted the strawhat to suffer, so he left him, leaving him to attempt and rip his limbs off to get to you. As he walked away, he heard Luffy’s screams start to dim, as his voice was being torn to shreds from his piercing yells. How dare he.. How dare he hurt you like this? No, this isn’t fair. He was supposed to kill him not you! Zoro managed to come in time before Luffy completely ripped his limbs in half, the skin on his elbows already showing signs of tearing and stretching to the point of ripping apart. Zoro honestly wasn’t sure if you’d survive this, he didn’t look that optimistic about it. Right when Zoro freed him, Luffy ran out from underneath the rubble, straight to you, grabbing you and starting to weakly run to the ship. “Hang on y/n, chopper will heal you! Don’t go, don’t go yet! I- I’ll get you to the ship no matter what!” He said, his legs starting to fail him. Now wasn’t the time for exhaustion. Zoro immediately lifted Luffy over his shoulder, running towards the ship as fast as he could. (Don’t ask how he’s going in the right direction, it’s a miracle lmao) “Don’t worry, we’ll get chopper as soon as we get there!” Zoro said reassuringly. He knew that Luffy wanted to save your life, he’d do anything for his captain and his precious y/n. Hell, he’ll even find his way back to the ship as fast as he could. Luffy’s eyes were starting to close, a feeling of relief washing over him when he heard Zoro’s words. Everything was starting to dim, yelling and battle cries were subsiding, his pain fading away, exhaustion… had finally taken over.

Who was he forgetting? He was forgetting something precious, something dear to him.. why couldn’t he remember? He jolted upright, finally regaining full consciousness, instantly remembering why he needed to find you. Sanji was just bringing a plate of food in for when Luffy would wake up, and he didn’t expect to see a gravely wounded Luffy speed past him, a blanket still stuck to his leg, trailing behind him. “Oi Luffy! Chopper said to not move!” Sanji shouted from the room. Luffy broke down the door, busting through it with all his might, and then he laid eyes on someone who was still asleep in bed. All bandaged up, their eyes wrapped in numerous cloths, a bucket of ice water beside them to change the wet towels resting on top of their eyes. That couldn’t be you, why are you still asleep?.. Luffy bent down and tried to wake you up, gently shaking the only part of your arm that wasn’t wounded. He was careful to not injure you more, taking extra caution. “Hey y/n- the fight’s over, you can wake up now!” He said, trying to sound as excited as he could. Usually you’d wake up and unwillingly follow him to the kitchen where Sanji was cooking their next meal. You wouldn’t even budge, your shallow breaths never changing. He tried other ways, he saw a tray of food on the table next to you, and he realized that it was your favorite meal! Maybe that would wake you up! “Y/n! Sanji made you your favorite food! Don’t you want to eat it before I do??” He asked, holding it in front of you, expecting some reaction. Why was there no one even there..? It was like he was talking to himself. “Y/n…?” He tried one last time, having a concerned and worried look in his wide eyes. His brows furrowed, his fists clenched the bed sheets, and his knee started bouncing up and down from anxiety. What could he do?? Why weren’t you waking up?! This was his fault wasn’t it.. You jumped in front of him to take that blow, his stupid impulsiveness got him trapped there in the first place. As usual, you always had to save him, every single time. This time, it ended up with you hurt, not even being able to wake up. Why was he like this? He was supposed to be the one to protect you, not you having to save his dumbass all the time! He wanted to beat himself up right now, his anger and guilt was just too much for him, it overwhelmed his poor heart. He wished you two could switch places, he’d gladly take any pain for you, no matter how severe it was. Damn it, why couldn’t he save you from this?

You were still asleep, but despite that, Luffy and the others visited you and tried to tell you all about their days and how their adventures were going. But, Luffy was the one to stay with you and sleep by your side, snoring away as he rested his head in your dormant arms. He always told you how Zoro kept getting lost, how Sanji almost died from nosebleeds, and how Usopp continued to get his supposed, “I can’t go on this island disease”. Everyday, he hoped that you’d wake up and give him some laughs to his stories like you usually did. Oh and hugs, he missed those a lot too. Wrapping his arms around you, knowing that maybe you’d never be able to wrap yours around him again was one of the most painful things for him. He continued to blame himself for not being more careful, everyday he wished he hadn’t gone off to confront those admirals alone, then you wouldn’t have had to save him. He tried his best not to cry whenever things got tough, but sometimes he just cried, resting his head on your stomach, holding your cold hands. Maybe he still had hints of a crybaby in him, for you at least. He’s always extra careful with damage taken to the ship, he makes certain that nothing is harmed near your quarters. Nothing can hurt you more now, not on his watch. He swore that he’d never let that happen again, this was his second chance. He knew he’d better not ruin it. Luffy knew that he wasn’t alone, you were still here, just not awake yet. His patience hasn’t run out yet, all he can do is hope you’d return to him soon.

a/n - i’m beat 👍 enjoy the angst 💜💜

<3

Hmm Yang - Cinder parallels

Prosthetics - easy

Adoption/Step mothers - quality of such isn't because Glass Unicorn is uniquely bad in a way that has no comparison with Yang

Mother figure who is terrible at vocalizing care. Raven popping up as a bird in Yellow Trailer and volume 3 instead of taking Luke a normal person, Salem being very very bad at talking. This gets even more pronounced if that theory of Raven and Qrow (from STRQYR I think) being used as an additional lock on the Vault at Beacon is correct and Raven sending Yang to ask Qrow about what Ozpin did to them was intended to get that information from Qrow. As opposed to just catching the two not mentioning the bird thing.

Summer Rose modeling (probably). Yang in being stunningly similar in mannerisms of the little we've seen of Summer. Cinder in presumably being taught further by Summer how to fight.

Fire connotations... Possibly extending to Fenghuang (Chinese Phoenix, and the female counterpart to the masculine Chinese dragon) and Cinder's Phoenix imagery though I think there's actually very little similarity between European phoenixes and Fenghuang. This I think actually just happens to reflect the next point very well

Ozpin's mistakes and collateral damage. Cinder is explicitly failed by Ozpin's order, slavery and a huntsman turning a blind eye. Yang is a more personal variation of Ozpin's personal attention on Team STRQ. Raven is looking more and more like whatever had her leave was rooted in her disagreeing with Ozpin. She and Taiyang separating/not being partners was possibly to probably always on the table but her having no interaction with Yang instead of co-parenting or non primary caregiver? The disagreement over Ozpin with Qrow being Ozpin's man, Summer being a trusted agent until she suddenly stopped, and Taiyang (??? If he's done or doing anything for Oz but the fact the team being torn apart was specifically done by Raven is a bit telling to my mind given the cultist vibe with Ozpin. Has Raven made mistakes - yes. Drawing a line with Oz I suspect won't be one of them). If Ozpin made her and Qrow keys to the Vault without telling her and she only found out after she had Yang who would thus have hostage situation written on her forehead if it ever came out? Cause. If Raven was giving a Gretchen Spring Maiden sanctuary and lying that she had no clue where Gretchen was when everyone knows she had a bond to the girl (see speculation about Gretchen being the person the other side of the portal) - that could really tear a team apart. Summer joining Salem tips the collateral from the War in abstract to specifically Oz. Qrow wasn't around as much as he was needed because working for Oz as a spy. Taiyang... I have opinions about Taiyang but he's divisive so skipping over the past to volume 4. Port and Oobleck ask if he'll go after Ruby. IE - things aren't so bad that he can't. He says he's looking after "Things" as to why he hasn't. Yang takes things to mean her. If Things were actually the Vault... Taiyang is forced to let his barely recovered to "stable-ish" with a new prosthetic arm eldest daughter go after RWBY to guard the Vault. To do so even when the world congregates in Vacuo for a fight, even after his daughters presumably died in that fight. This gets WORSE if Qrow and Raven are additional keys to the Vault because he's superfluous in a way he isn't if Cinder having the Maiden powers means the only defenses left are him and secrecy. Which he wouldn't know because Oz is synonymous with self decorating secrecy. Yang is left taking care of Ruby in the ashes of team STRQ which are directly traceable to Oz.

Mistral heritage but not majority raised within

And that's all I got. Is there anything you'd like to add or disagree with?

yang's and cinder's recoveries in V4 are inverses of each other: watts and tyrian needle cinder mercilessly but salem tells them to cut it out while praising cinder to high heavens / port and oobleck give yang the patience and compassion she needs to feel comfortable expressing her feelings in spite of tai's very harsh "tough love" approach. there is also overt mirroring between cinder+salem vs yang+tai on at least two occasions off the top of my head:

<- these are non-arbitrary, with the first reflection being tai finally giving yang information about raven (which she's desperately wanted and been denied for years) vs cinder desperately wanting salem to do something that will fix the Ruby Problem and salem er, not doing that; and the second occurs after both tai and salem talk about yang's and cinder's failings before offering a hand, with the reversal being that tai faults yang and salem faults herself.

which suggests an interesting contrast between taiyang and salem in that he says he needs to take care of some stuff (implicitly, yang) and that's why he hasn't gone after ruby (implicitly, yet) but then after "some stuff" leaves he just… continues to stay home, versus salem talking a big game about leaving cinder to "toil in her isolation" for all of five minutes before dropping everything to rush to atlas with an army of grimm after finding out where cinder will be and that ozpin is back. what it means depends a bit on why tai is still hanging around patch but it's. something i ponder now and then. words vs deeds.

here's the og branwen keys theory, for posterity. i stand by it, although i think if ozpin did this he probably did not let the twins in on that detail and raven maybe figured it out herself—which would widen the fissure between her and ozpin in a big way and also makes sense as something she wouldn't dare tell anyone, because if salem finds out it paints a target on both her back and qrow's (and qrow is frankly not great at keeping secrets from family, even sober).

(regarding fenghuang, this is silly and not really textually relevant i just cannot let it pass without noting the minor detail that, bc raven has custody, tdt/burnt roses!yang's full name is yangwu branwen. for bird mcbird reasons.)

there is i think also something to the comparison between cinder's life in the glass unicorn and yang's childhood in that—while cinder's situation was certainly far more extreme—on the one hand, we have a young girl enslaved and forced to wait on her abusers hand and foot while the closets thing she has to a real parent trains her to fight in secret but otherwise doesn't lift a finger to help her, and on the other we have a young girl essentially co-parenting her younger sister while her mother watches over her as a bird which probably did keep yang safer than she would have been otherwise (<- i do not for a second believe raven wasn't in the regular habit of killing grimm who got too close to the cabin while tai was away) but is also equally if not more inadequate than how rhodes handled cinder.

if i'm right that summer is the stepmother in the cinderella narrative then yang's contextual role as one of the stepsisters is also complicated in an interesting way by summer being her stepmother too (esp. in conjunction with tai's favoritism of ruby and parentification of yang) and the multiple layers of twistiness rwby brings to the "evil stepmother" trope. though it remains to be seen exactly how that will shake out. (& as always i'm obsessed with the likelihood that summer has known cinder longer than she knew either of her actual daughters.)

i do question what tai is still doing in patch and if he actually has some sort of job that he's doing as opposed to perhaps being—similar to raven—soured on ozpin altogether and determined to stay out of it. it's definitely made clear that raven leaving and then losing summer too broke something in him and, while he was evidently involved with ozpin's circle before summer disappeared, no one connected to ozpin or salem has mentioned him in the present aside from the dig raven makes about him trusting ozpin Before. i wouldn't be… surprised if he's just been carrying on teaching at signal and refusing to get sucked back in to the vortex.

(<- & if that's the case his extreme passivity would also be in juxtaposition with salem)

this is all sort of scattershot but there's a lot of emotional and thematic confluences to chew on. i also think it's interesting that salem's quasi-familial relationship with cinder frequently is mirrored by or juxtaposed with father-daughter relationships (tai and yang, pietro and penny, ironwood as a surrogate fatherly figure to winter) given salem's own parental situation (mother dead in childbirth + abusive father who, reading between the lines of the fairytale, treated her like a replacement for her mother when he wasn't locking her away to punish her for 'killing' her mother) and consistent prioritization of cinder over her own plans. to the point that i sort of wonder if a conscious desire to not be her father plays into salem's decision-making wrt cinder in V8 at all

I’d ask for more stuff for the reader with the employers (other than Audi) but rrrrrfgg. So little content of them

I feel you Anon, but that's cuz there's jack shit info on them. This got longer than intended and tumblr wont let me save anymore to this post, so I'll make another post with Conductor and Deliberator! :]

Stygian x reader

CW: Talks of death/decay

STYGIAN

Arguably the oldest of the four widely known employers, for as long as life has existed, so too has death. Black wisps of smoke curled around his skeletal form, flowing down without pattern or consistency. His few visible features deep set in his face, from his dull pink eyes, to his cheekbones protruding prominently.

His paper thin skin seemed to barely sit on the pink toned bones, looking as if any movement would tear it away, it was something you'd wondered about often when thinking of him.

"Worm." His voice was hollow, a soulless husky rasp with a hint of airiness to it. That was how he referred to everyone he deemed below him, which was everything but his kin.

Being called upon to aid in his work was exciting, yet a heavy burden. Plenty of dead souls passed this realm, and you were part of an exclusive team of judges, dictating where each S-3LF should go. To be reborn, to be banished to purgatory, sentenced to hell, or perhaps the worst fate you'd come to learn of, to be torn asunder into nothing, scattered across the cosmic void.

Sure, purgatory and hell weren't pleasant places, but arguably seemed kinder fates that simply becoming completely undone, as though one had never existed at all...

He snapped his fingers, and you were alone in his office. "Sit." His voice was cold and commanding, yet it always had that tone. Reading him was difficult, always a frigid reception, emotionless to the fullest extent. You obeyed without a word, the chair uncomfortable and worn, unlike the one behind his desk, which was new, plush, and looked a whole lot more comfortable.

His gaunt figure passed by, and a hint of ash mixed with embalming fluids flooded your nose, still incredibly potent despite how often the smell filled your office space.

Narrow hip bones lay neath the skirt of his black floor length toga, a belt of tiny animal skulls rested around his waist. "You are being far too kind to these pathetic bugs. You have yet to submit souls to be cast into The Nothing. Weakness like this shall not be taken lightly."

"I'm sorry, sir." His eyes narrowed.

"These are unworthy beings deserving of erasure, if you can't comply, you'll find yourself joining them into obscurity."

"I'll do better, sir. I vow it."

"As is expected. You are meant to make my job easier. Remember, you are replaceable."

"Understood, sir."

You were suddenly back in your office, leaving Stygian alone in his. He sat at his desk, gritting his teeth. Yes, this little worm was weak, below him, so why couldn't he get you off his mind?

Too kind for their own good, even when he insulted them, berated and tore them apart, they were ever-so polite and always replied formally. His smoke curled around his head, growing thicker as his annoyance grew, filling the room with a black and pink haze.

He was the beast of death, reeling in souls and fixing the afterlife for all, and love and romance weren't really his deal. He was utterly blind to this, doubly so because it was mere mortal that caught his fancy.

He snapped his fingers, and at once a younger fellow Employer appeared in the chair ahead of him. "You really need to stop doing that. I was busy." Dreamer sighed and looked at Stygian. "Why did you call on me, brother?"

Stygian sighed, like a wind blowing through bones. "A mortal being plagues my mind. You deal with these things regularly, what do you propose is wrong with me?"

Dreamer twirled her star earring. "Depends, what thoughts are you thinking?"

"They infest my mind like maggots, writhing in my skin and burrowing deeper. Their face haunts my mind, a ghost trapped in my skull. Tell me Dreamer, tell me, what is wrong?"

Summoning a tea cup, Dreamer sipped thoughtfully. "You're in love."

"What?"

She giggled and rolled her eyes. "This mortal, whoever they are, you're in love with them. Indulge in it, or don't. Do what thou will, tis what thy's best at. But if you do intent to pursue them, do change out of your deathly rags, okay Steeg?" She clapped her hands, and was gone.

In love? HIM? Bullshit, Dreamer was in her own world again. No. He wasn't in love. He needed to kill you, to break you from his mind entirely, to make you cease to exist, to-

A stack of documents landed in his tray, and he groaned, taking the top one off. His eyes instantly went to the bottom, your signature freshly inked. "Perhaps the purple one has a point." He slumped in his chair slightly, casting the paper aside. Auditor could file them himself, he enjoyed that stuff anyway.

Stygian got up, melting into the floor, appearing back in his private quarters. Heading to his wardrobe, he cracked it open, seeing nothing more than old suits, funeral attire, and worn out reaper robes. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, of course his clothing was useless, he rarely took care of his physical form.

He's living death for Maker's sake, why is he fussing about this?!

"Your thoughts are disrupting my flow." Connie was sitting in a chair in Stygian's bedroom.

"Tis a shame we cannot all have coherent thoughts, Conductor." Stygian scowled angrily. "Precisely what are you intending to achieve here?"

Conductor let out a melodic chuckle, his voice smooth like a fine tuned instrument. "You're not yourself. You're... Bothered. And I don't mean your usual gloom filled irritated self." He rested his head on a fist. "And since when do you change your attire but once a century?"

Stygian gritted his sharp teeth. "Well. Fine. Dreamer may have placed..... Strange thoughts in my mind, about... 'Love.' With some mortal of all things." He threw an old suit on the floor. "And that my clothes are RAGS!"

Connie straightened his tie. "She.. Has a point on that second thing." He pulled his baton, twirling it around in his hands, a blue light shooting out and wrapping itself around Stygian, and instantly tall, dark, and depressing was in a new, freshly pressed three piece suit with a pink tie to match his eyes. "Much better."

Stygian tapped his tie, and a skull lapel pin appeared on it.

Again Conductor swirled his baton, and a fat bouquet of white lilies mixed with blood red roses appeared in Stygian's arms. "Mortals are finicky, they enjoy things like that. Now go and demand they accept your offer."

You were seated at your desk still, condemning another old soul to the void. This one had lived so many lives, so many wicked lived. Dissolving them would be a blessing to the world... That was rather cruel, unlike your usual thoughts. Strange...

"Ahem." You spun in your chair, seeing Stygian in a full suit, his misty 'hair' flowing down, streaks of pink inside inky black. "You will attend a restaurant with me tonight. We need to discuss what happened earlier in greater depth."

Stygian wasn't asking, he was commanding. "Y-yes sir." You found yourself questioning his motives, he never spent time with anyone besides his brothers and sister.

His eyes narrowed, reading you back. "Here." He grunted, thrusting his arm out, shoving the bouquet into your face. "I've been informed that your kind... enjoys such gestures."

"What.. is this?" You looked up from your roses and lilies, and spotted soft pink flushing his cheeks, his eyes averted. "Sir?"

"Just get ready." Stygian snapped his fingers, a body hugging lacy black dress, with rhinestones and intricate little patterns embroidered on, and a classy all black suit, equally bejewelled with lace gloves both appeared on your desk. "Hopefully either of those should be to your liking."

You picked out one of the garments and rushed off to the staff toilets, heart racing and hands shaking. This wasn't happening, right? In a second, Stygian's hand would slam on your desk, and he'd bark at you to wake up. Surely he hadn't picked up on your slight attraction to him, right?

It was cringe-worthy, the living embodiment of death making your stomach butterflies flutter wildly. His cold demeanour, his harsh attitude, the puppy-love feeling of him softening these traits for you, it was all a fantasy, right?

Dressing up, you stepped out, and nearly collided with Stygian, who was lingering outside. "You... look nice." He grumbled, covering his mouth. "I figured you could perhaps enhance your appearance further with this."

He held out a box, opening it to show off a beautiful necklace with pink gemstones encrusted in rose gold metal. "A-are you sure about this sir? This doesn't seem like you."

Stygian looked at you finally, smoke swirling around his skull, twirling around your face as he stepped closer. "Don't think I haven't picked up on your signals, mortal. I can hear the way your heart races when you're close to me, I feel the lingering stares that could almost imprint in my form. I've ignored it and pushed it down for as long as I could, mistaking my own affections for resentment.

You wish to entangle yourself with death? Then prove to me you're worthy of it." Your hands grasped his cheeks, passing through his misty form and grabbing a hold of the black bone beneath, pulling it towards your face, feeling his teeth against your lips.

His flames were cool, but his bones were warm, pleasantly heating your hands as you held him, one of his skeletal hands covered yours, the other pulling you closer by your hips.

A lightheaded feeling washed over you, you started to collapse in his arms, but he was quick to support you. As he pulled back, you noticed a white mist flowing from between his teeth.

"Quite literally stealing your breath away." Resting in his arms a moment, his hand rubbed your back to comfort you, the other cradling your head against his chest. "To be in love with a mortal... To my kin it's unheard of. But you're different. You always have been. You vex me, but I crave it."

He slipped the necklace around your neck, and you looked up from the comfort of his skeletal form to his pink eyes. "Does this mean you're not firing me at dinner tonight?" You joked and he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Of course not. How dare you expect me to let such a good thing go."

okay, so I've been seeing some folks in the RusAme Country Club and Yacht Society say they don't see Ivan and Alfred together romantically nor do they see them having a healthy and/or romantic dynamic at all..... and I'm here to tell you that you are not seeing the VISION!

get a goddamn glass of your finest bourbon and/or vodka and put this record on your turntable, 'cause I'm about to ramble (CW: heavy-handed headcanons lmfao, foking long as hell too)--

Let me put it this way..... these two immortal beings met during a time of revolution and revolt. They met through a plead for help and a petty need to drive a third party crazy, and within that realm, found that they admired each other greatly. They revered their intelligence, their ambitions, their resistance, their people. Both beings were open and excited to learn from each other, and in that excitement, grew fond of each other at breakneck speed.

These two juxtaposed beings became best friends- despite the long distance, despite the difference in linguistics, and were bonded by a love for music, food, culture, and knowledge. They were uña y mugre; inseparable, always writing and visiting whenever possible. These two beings had their own inside jokes, their own gossip, their own humor. They even learned to speak in their respective languages in order to better understand each other!

Through this inexplicable connection, one of these beings is suddenly thrust into a civil war. Is it unlike anything they have experienced in their relatively young life. While others around them stay at a distance, their best friend of some odd years now immediately rushes to their side and helps in every way. They never leave their side, watching them break apart, seeing their health deteriorate, feeling helpless, seeing a flawed side of them like never before. Despite it all, despite the ugly irrational and hurt person they they know now, they care about them so much more. The feeling is mutual, as the war torn being holds nothing but utter appreciation for the other for staying through it all.

Simply knowing they could have ceased to exist with the war only serves to strengthen the bond they have. this transforms into something that takes both of them by surprise-- this deep love overtakes feelings of comradery and now they are just as inseparable, more so than when they were just friends. Now they know words of romance, they tear pages from love stories to send to each other, their embraces last much longer, they often get lost with each other at parties, they wake up later than everyone else. No one knows why. No one knows. These being truly live in their own world of pure, raw, unadulterated love. Their love is passionate, energetic, intense, engulfing, erotic- it's love at its best.

Once again, out of the blue, the climate around them changes. Suddenly, the older being is thrown into a revolutionary war kilometers away from the other. The younger beings' friends and allies disapprove of their alliance. In an unexpected turn, the second being's overseers also disapprove of their alliance as well, because their alliance only makes ridicule of the policies they must now abide by.

Then a world war distracts them from ever solving this issue. Then a second world war. Then a third war, where they are now the main contenders, and are now so apart, they have not seen each other in years. Not one word. They didn't even get to formally finalize their relationship. it just ended. As quick as it had started, now all they feel is anger. Anger that aims at their respective policies, their regressive societies, their ideologies. That anger was not born from those things. The anger stems from unfinished business; no closure, agonizing and guttural heartbreak. The frustration from what was left unsaid is what speaks for them and it comes out in physical brawls, in competitiveness, in slander, in unruly hatred.

Within this cloud of despise, there are glimmers of hope. Elbe Day, Van Cliburn, the space race, the Moscow-Washington hotline, the Olympics, worlds fairs, music, celebrations, US-Soviet soldier reunions, magazines, books, movies, joint ventures: they notice all of it. Slowly but surely that seething hatred just becomes a numb feeling of indifference.

As the decade comes and goes, they are both on separate paths. One being is suffering from socioeconomic and political turmoil, and the other... hates it. Despite the half-century they spent hating each other, seeing them in disarray is unsettling. Something they aren't aware enough to recognize is how much they care. There is care in the fact that instead of feeling schadenfreude of an ex-friend/ex-lover/ex-enemy's plight, they feel upset to see each other a mess. The more well-off person helped the other without a question. Their helping hand wasn't and is not used as artillery, it is just cut-and-dry help.

Now they are acquaintances again. They see each other at conferences. They say 'hello' to each other as they walk by. They share coffee and a cigarette here and there. They banter. Most importantly, they are equally disliked by most. This fact in itself leaves them with a weird thing to relate to. Sometimes it leaves them drinking together, complaining about tedious things others around them don't care for and would laugh at them for complaining about. Through that strange comradery, they find inside jokes, mutual interests, and "bonding time". Their bonding time is often just small talk or getting drunk- but funny thing, it will often push them a bit closer. Sometimes it will lead to a dinner, or a symphonic performance, or may just land them at the other's doorstep. Or in the other being's room. Or their bed. Once. Maybe three, four-- teen times? When did it start up again? Nobody knows. Hell, they don't even know.

What they do know is that when they're around each other, they cannot keep to themselves. They can be themselves. Something about sharing intimacy together is nostalgic in itself, but not only that. It's remembering what each other's favorite color was/is, it's remembering how the other prefers their tea, remembering the curves of their calligraphy, remembering the way they smile, retelling old stories as if they're new-- it's them falling in love, all over again!

Their romance is very unconventional, as they don't choose to label it, but they remain exclusive to each other. When they crave, they run to each other. If they're angry, they run to each other. If they're happy, they run to each other. They still remember their languages, they still have their letters and portraits in a storage unit somewhere, they remember where their hands go during an embrace, they know where to tilt their head during a kiss-- god, they remember everything! All that beautiful, breathtaking romance did not die with the years, it was only stored away. Just now are they allowed to unpackage it together. After years, they are able to talk about what they left behind. About "what if?" Yes, they talk about it inebriated mostly but that's a start! They have so much loose ends with each other, it may take them years to label themselves-- but they do care for each other.

In their own tired, worn, timid way, they show love. They yearn deeply. Much more than they'll ever admit.

Baby!ruthless!MC being those little red flag kids that are super adorable and sweet but then ask disturbingly gory/violent questions that leave the recipient just staring at them awestruck while the child blinks up at them innocently because they don’t realize how fucked up the thing they just said was.

Like the he’s just a little guy! Oh, he’s a little fucked up actually meme.

Scenario: Cute baby MC sitting with their most favouritest Gramdma ever, maybe brushing her hair or feeding her warm soup or just giggling and hugging her and then suddenly lacing their chubby little fingers with hers and saying in those choppy sentences that young children speak in when they are still learning how to pronounce certain sounds/words “I heard! that if the you get toooo cold that you can get fah-rost-bite and your fingers and nose and toes all fall off! It’s super painful, I think! Have you ever done that Baba Alina? Have you ever made somebody so cold you just snap them right apart? Have you snapped off somebody’s arm? Have you ever fah-rost-bited somebody’s neck off their shoulders, Baba Alina?” The rest of the family just looks at MC and each other in concern but MC is just blinking like they asked why the sky is blue.

Alternative scenario: Cute baby MC asks Grandpa if he ver commanded some to hurt/kill themselves or their loved ones, Grandpa just eyes Viktor because he knows his son would want him to lie or change the subject, but MC is just looking him like he hung the moon and he’s torn, but then MC adds “if you didn’t, it’s kinda a waste” and it becomes very obvious that yes this is his grandchild

Ruthless MC is my baby girl(gender neutral) I love then so much if you t tell

Aww that’s kinda cute, but also as you said, fucked up 😆 But really, such ruthless MC is lucky to be born in the Morozov family then where all of the members are just as or close to that level of ruthlessness. Yes, even Viktor. He might be kinder but make no mistake, he’s capable of being really ruthless to people who hurt or put the people he loves and cares for in danger.

For sure, they would all be surprised and shocked, but it won’t be long until they are used to it. Viktor would probably try to teach MC that they can’t just say those kinds of things to just anyone. If it’s him, Grandpa, Grandma, Luka, Ash, Cara, and Rin, then it’s okay 😩 Viktor just mostly doesn’t want MC to say those stuff to the wrong people and they think and treat MC as a weirdo (also, worried that it might not end well for them 😂).

Grandma would be surprised for a second, before booping MC’s nose lightly. They’re still soo adorable. “Well, I did turn someone into an ice sculpture once, although I didn’t immediately ruin it. It’d be a waste, wouldn’t it? How about I show you what kind of other pretty stuff I can make with my power?”

Grandpa would be staring at MC with a glint of pleasant surprise in his eyes. “I can already see you making me proud in the future,” he says, patting MC’s head fondly. “The answer to your question is yes. Sometimes, examples need to be made to spare us more work in the future. One day, I’ll teach you more about it, yes?”