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bigasswritingmagnet · 1 year ago

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Helpful, in a Heterodyne Kind of Way Ch. 2

Summary: Gil wakes up chained to a chair in Castle Heterodyne.

That's bad.

But he's been brought there to have dinner with the Lady Heterodyne, who is smart and pretty and interesting.

That's good.

He's been brought there by Saturnus Heterodyne, because he's under the impression that Gil is the biological son of Petrus Teuful, and thus an excellent potential suitor for his beloved granddaughter.

That's bad.

But Agatha is wonderful, and Saturnus promises to keep Gil's "true parentage" a secret. If Gil is lucky, he might get out of this with a girlfriend, and without getting fed to one of the castle's deathtraps.

Klaus would just like people to not kidnap his son, thank you very much.

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Gil woke slowly, but not painfully. There was no aching body or throbbing temples, just a slow ascent from darkness. He was vaguely aware of the smell of cooking meat, the warmth of a nearby fire, the sound of soft music.

And shouting.

“—kidnap the son of Baron Wulfenbach, emperor of Europa!”

Well, that wasn’t a good start.

Gil forced his eyelids to open and found himself staring at…a table. It was covered in a gilt-embroidered tablecloth and set with the most over-the top table settings, every conceivable variety of forks, spoons and knives.

His hands were chained to the chair with manacles just long enough to allow him to reach the silverware (which was gold, he realized). He also noticed what, exactly, the tablecloth’s embroidery depicted. It was not something most people would like to look at during a meal.

A sneaking suspicion began to develop.

“I don’t care how great-great-great-grandmother Thorazia would have done it!”

And that was when Gil noticed the guards, and suspicion became certainty.

There were two of them, standing side by side at the door on the far end of the room. One had horns that curled up over his head almost in a circle; the other had a snout and long, floppy ears. Both were grinning at him—grins filled with sharp, pointed teeth.

Jӓgers.

Gil tried to keep his expression one of mild interest, which the guards clearly found very funny. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair, humming softly and very carefully not checking to see how sturdy the restraints were.

They were very sturdy.

As casually as he could, Gil glanced over his shoulder.

Yep, two Jӓgermonster guards on that door, too.

One of them waved at him. Gil gave him a slightly strained smile, and turned back in his seat again.

Okay. Kidnapped, tied to a chair, in Castle Heterodyne. The important thing to do was to remain calm, at all costs.

“Grandfather, I don’t need your help! I am perfectly capable of finding a boyfriend on my own!”

The door flew open and in swept the most beautiful girl Gil had ever seen. She was dressed in filthy mechanic’s coveralls. Her face was smeared with grease. Her hair was beginning to fall free from the messy ponytail she’d put it in, framing her face with fine golden strands. Her eyes were bright green, illuminated behind her large glasses.

“I,” she began, “am so sorry—”

“Hi,” Gil blurted out. “I’m Gil. Uh. Gilgamesh Wulfenbach. Who are you?”

She pulled up short, startled by the interuption.

“Oh. I…I’m Agatha. Agatha Heterodyne.” She shook herself. “Wait, wait, I’m apologizing. My grandfather had you kidnapped, he’s…” She blushed even harder. “He uh. He’s been trying to…”

“Find you a boyfriend, I heard.”

Agatha groaned and rubbed her face, pushing her glasses up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“That’s alright,” Gil said. “You know, it smells like dinner’s been made already, and since I’m already here…”

Agatha stared at him.

“You—really?”

He smiled at her and shrugged.

“I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

Agatha opened and closed her mouth a few times, pink rising to her cheeks.

“Oh. That’s. Very kind of you. I. Um. Should probably go get changed. I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.”

“If you’d like,” Gil said, amicably. “I think you look great.”

Agatha went scarlet and ducked her head, not quite managing to hide her smile. She began to back up out the door she’d entered through, babbling a little.

“I’ll uh. Aheh. It’s not really hygenic, I’m all covered in…I’ll just…um…Nestor, if you could serve Gil some wine or, or something while I, um…”

She slammed the door shut. Gil heard frantic footsteps tearing up the hallway, a call of I told you! and shutupshutupshutup!

A servant approached on silent feet and filled a goblet with wine, then scooched it a little closer to Gil so he could reach it without dragging the chains across the table cloth. Gil didn’t bother to ask if he could be released.

The door opened again and Gil looked up, but it wasn’t Agatha who entered.

At first, the only thing Gil could notice was the chair. From the seat up, it was, well. A chair. But instead of four sturdy legs, the seat rested on what had to be dozens of of spindly, shining, insectile legs. They were constantly moving, extending and retracting and shifting position to keep the occupant perfectly balanced as he crossed the room.

It took some effort to drag his gaze up and meet the sharp green eyes of a man who had Agatha’s nose and a wicked grin that pinned Gil in place.

“Saturnus Heterodyne!” he said, by way of greeting. “And you must be Gilgamesh Wulfenbach!” His smile twisted slyly. “Or should I say…Gilgamesh Teuful?”

Gil stared blankly.

“Uh…should you?”

“No need to play dumb,” Saturnus said, drawing up to the table beside Gil. With a casual air, he picked up one of the decanters of wine and filled a spare glass. Taking the glass in hand, he settled back in his seat and gave Gil a sharp smile. “I heard all about your paternity from that Sturmvoraus fellow.”

“Sturmv—Tarvek?” Gil sat bolt up in the chair, sloshing his wine and yanking hard on the manacles. “Tarvek Sturmvoraus told you I was Petrus Teuful’s son?”

That weasel, that snake! Everyone knew the Lady Heterodyne was more like the Heterodyne boys than like her grandfather. If she thought he was the son of one of the deadliest Sparks in the world—

“No, no,” Saturnus said. “He told his sister. But there are no secrets in Castle Heterodyne, are there?” This last was directed to the ceiling.

‘No indeed,’ said a disembodied voice, sounding quite smug. ‘But I do know when to be…discreet.’

Saturnus chuckled and waved for Gil to relax.

“Calm down, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I don’t blame Klaus for keeping it a secret—a man can only put up with so many assassination attempts before they begin to get tiresome.” He laughed the convivial laugh of two people bonding over a shared nuisence.

“Um. I…appreciate that, but—”

“And I certainly won’t be the one to tell Agatha! Don’t want to sway her opinion of you just yet. She’s a little too much like her uncle to believe in the whole ‘change them with the power of love’ nonsense her father did…”

His voice trailed off, his expression suddenly sobering. Gil waited, but when the man stayed silent, he cleared his throat.

“Actually, I think there’s been—”

“Wait, wait, I’m not done.” Saturnus frowned disapprovingly. “Youth these days, no patience at all. What was I saying? Oh! I remember when Klaus finally brought Teuful down. Ha, and Teuful certainly made him work for it! But when he finally fell, what did his men do? Fought harder. Fought to the death. Every man jack was there of his own free will, because he believed in Teuful. That is loyalty.”

Saturnus grinned and tilted his head back, indicating the Jӓger guards.

“And the Heterodynes know loyalty. We appreciate loyalty—and appreciate those Sparks who understand it as we do.”

“Well, of course,” Gil said. “Half of the armies we fight surrender outright because they know they’ll get a better deal with the Empire. But—”

“But indeed! A man who can inspire a soldier to fight for peace and stability, yes, all well and good, hoo-ray. But a man who can take a perfectly ordinary citizen of the world and inspire him to wanton chaos and destruction? Ah, that’s the kind of man I want for my granddaughter.”

He sat back in his chair and sighed heavily.

“I’m relieved to have found you, you know. The number of would-be suitors who have shown up here—why, the grinding machines can hardly keep up!”

“The grinding machines,” Gil repeated.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, unworthy men can be persistant, and I’ll not be having some moon-eyed, would-be-hero fluttering around her and wasting her time. So, on their way out I simply have the castle…” He made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Clean up.”

Gil felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

“Castle Heterodyne had boyfriend grinding machines?”

“No, of course not! I had to build them. But don’t you worry,” Saturnus said, patting Gil genially on the shoulder. “I’d never snuff out a Spark like Teuful’s so easily.”

‘But perhaps mind where you put your hands.’

Saturnus burst out laughing; the Jӓger guards joined in. Gil forced his own laugh, clutching white knuckled at the arms of his chair. As subtly as he could, he glanced down, and saw that the way the floorboards were laid out, it was not impossible that the chair was positioned over a trap door.

The door opened and Gil’s heart leapt for entirely different reasons than terror.

Agatha stood in the doorway, slightly breathless, still damp from her frantic bath, and dressed in a white and gold dress trimmed with trilobite designs that Gil would say was extremely becoming. She’d missed a spot of engine grease on her cheek, and Gil had no intention of telling her.

“Well, I’ll leave you two at it,” Saturnus said, steering his chair away from the table and towards the door. His granddaughter squinted at him suspiciously.

“Yes, you will. And so will you four,” she said, sternly, to the Jӓgers. “I already have an all-seeing chaperone, who will be silent,” she added, very pointedly. “For the duration of the evening.” Her eyes landed on the glass of wine Saturnus was not quite managing to keep out of sight. “And the doctor said no alcohol!”

“The doctor said less alcohol!” Saturnus shot back, the door slamming shut behind him.

Agatha threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, and thumped down in her seat. Then she hurriedly stood up and swept her dress out so it wasn’t crumpled. Servants closed in, laying out the first course: a bright orange soup that, upon very careful tasting, turned out to be pumpkin.

“I hope he didn’t say anything too awful,” Agatha said.

“No!” Gil said, hurriedly, very aware that Castle Heterodyne could hear every word. “He was just telling me that he was a…fan of my father’s work.”

“Yes,” Agatha said. “I’m not entirely sure he actually understands what your father does.”

“I did get that impression,” Gil said, straight faced. The chain around his wrist clanked against the soup bowl, and Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“Castle! He’s still chained?”

Gil thought he heard something like a distant, mechanical sigh of disappointment, and the manacles popped open.

“I’m so sorry about that. Again.”

Gil smiled.

“Honestly, of all the times I’ve been kidnapped and chained to a chair, this is not the worst.”

Agatha paused, spoon halfway to her mouth.

“Has that happened to you…often?”

“Once or twice!” Gil said. “But I don’t usually get wine.”

“—and even though he recognized that it wasn’t on purpose, or entirely my fault, the Master decided I’d just be a trouble magnet, and that was the end of Paris. I finished my degrees in Beetleburg, instead.” Agatha waved her fork vaguely. “But it worked out in the end. It was much easier to rule Mechanicsburg from there.”

Gil started.

“You were ruling Mechanicsburg long distance?”

Agatha gave him a wry smile.

“I couldn’t exactly leave Grandfather in charge unattended,” she said, dryly. “I had regular reports sent to me once a week, and I’d send my orders back same day.”

“That’s impressive,” Gil said. “Balancing your schoolwork, running Mechanicsburg, and still managing to have a social life? Most people can barely manage two of those.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that much more work,” Agatha demured, though she was blushing. “My seneschal took care of the day to day, and my generals managed the defences.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing.”

“What about you?” Agatha returned. “You’ve got two doctorates and Collette said you get into adventures every other week.”

‘My lady—’

“I asked for silence,” Agatha said. “And I specified for the duration—”

‘Yes, my lady, and no one wishes to interrupt your evening. That is why your grandfather asked me to inform you that he will handle the matter.’

“What mat—you know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know.” She rolled her eyes at Gil. “He’s probably gone to argue with the Monster’s Guild about whether the giant rats qualify for membership. I keep telling them, if they’re not sentient enough to pay union dues and attend the meetings, they belong with the Rodent Society.”

The room they were in faced west, giving them a lovely view of the mountain sunset, and no view at all of Castle Wulfenbach descending on Mechanicsburg.

#girl genius #Gilgamesh Wulfenbach #saturnus heterodyne #agatha heterodyne #gilgatha #gil/agatha #doting grandfather saturnus AU

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mr-damian-s-power · 1 year ago

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The Last Canem - chapter three: Memory Lane part one

James is taken to meet a few new faces who could help him. Meanwhile, Raine takes a trip through the boy's memories.

Buckle in, this is a big one!

Just a sidenote, Eda swears in this chapter. Come on, don't act like she isn't the type to do that.

Please, by all means, tell me what you think? Comments, reblogs, asks, anything! It doesn't even matter if you loved it or hated it, tell me all your thoughts.

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Morning rose over the Boiling Isles. The sun shone in the sky, Bird Demons chirped, and Raine Whispers stirred in their bed. Slowly, their eyes cracked open as their body took it's time waking up. As this happened, they wondered what they should do today. Perhaps they should go and visit Eda to see how she is. They were sure they were going to do that yesterday after work, but something came up and distracted them. Raine racked their awakening brain trying to figure out what it was.

Then, another question came to their head; What were they holding onto?

Even with their sleep-addled mind, Raine could tell that...something was holding onto them. And they were holding onto it. As they gained the feeling in their hands again, they could feel that the thing was warm and moving and...furry? This only added to Raine's sleepy confusion. Had some kind of animal snuck into their bed? Why were they hugging it?

It was only then did it come to them what exactly was beside them. James, the Canem boy they had found yesterday and brought in. Yes, it was slowly coming back to Raine. Last night he had a nightmare, seemingly about his past, and they had allowed him to stay the night in their bed. They hadn't been woken up and he was completely quiet save for his breathing, so having someone beside him must have helped with his nightmares.

The Bard Witch reached an arm back to their bedside table and picked up their glasses, putting them on to see the boy better. As expected, the black-furred Canem lay there, still fast asleep and cuddling up to them. Raine couldn't help but smile at seeing the boy. He looked so peaceful, they almost didn't want to wake him. From his silent answer to their question last night, they guessed that he hadn't had a peaceful night in a long time. Raine would have gladly allowed James to sleep longer, but the both of them had things to do today.

"James, it's time to wake up." They whispered gently close to his ear. The Canem boy stirred and made a soft groan. Slowly, he woke up as he stretched his arms and let out a long yawn. He blinked his eyes open and looked up, his soft brown and black eyes squinting up into Raine's green eyes.

"Good morning, James. Did you sleep well?" They asked softly. James seemed to ponder on this question be for the smallest of smiles came across his face.

"Very...well, Mx. Whispers!" He replied, looking down and quickly taking his hands off of Raine, "Oh, u-um, sorry. I-I didn't...mean to-" They raised their hands to quiet James.

"Please, you don't have to keep apologising to me." They said, "You were frightened and sought comfort in another person. Believe me, I will not hold such things against you. If you require more comfort, I am always available."

James almost didn't know how to respond. Not only had Raine helped him calm down after a nightmare AND allowed him to stay the night in their bed, but now they were offering to repeat that for him anytime he wished. A look at their face didn't show a hint that they were joking in any way. "Th-Thank you! He whispered, feeling a tear drip from his eye as he let out a breathy laugh, "Thank you so much!""

Raine reached a hand forward and wiped the tear away with their thumb. "I am always happy to help you." They replied, stroking the back of their fingers down the boy's furry cheek, "Now, would you like to accompany me for some breakfast?" James' floppy ears raised slightly at the mention of breakfast as he shyly nodded. "Very well, come!"

The Bard Witch took the covers off of themself and stood. They walked around the bed to James. They helped him sit up and took his paw as he slowly rose to his feet. He wobbled slightly, but centred himself quickly, applying and taking weight off of his previously injured leg. It...didn't hurt! It was healed! He couldn't help but smile as he leaned upon his leg and bounced on the spot. Raine saw movement behind James and noticed his tail appeared to be...wagging. Their chest filled with warmth at such an adorable sight.

With Raine by his side and holding his paw the whole way, James was lead out of the bedroom and sat down at the table. "Oh yes, I probably should have asked yesterday, but is anything you cannot eat?" Raine asked, "Any allergies, or intolerances I should know of?" James hummed before shaking his head. "Marvelous! Allow me a moment."

The Witch went off to the kitchen, returning a minute later with two bowls of warm oatmeal, placing one before James and the other at their seat as they sat down. "Now remember what Belladonna told you." Raine said, "Your stomach has likely shrunken from malnutrition and you may only be able to eat a small amount. Eat your breakfast slowly and only what you can. We don't want you to make yourself sick."

James nodded and picked up his spoon, taking a scoop, blowing on it and putting it in his mouth. His eyes widened at the still noticeable heat, but it otherwise tasted really nice. As soon as he had swallowed the scoop, he was going in for another. This did not go unnoticed by Raine. "Do you like it?" They asked.

James looked up, licking off some oatmeal that accidentally got onto his nose. "It's...really nice!" he mumbled, his voice muffled by the food as he gave a small smile, "Thank you, Mx. Whispers."

Raine chuckled. "Please, there's no need to be so formal." They said with a little handwave, "You can just call me Raine, dear." James shrunk his head into his neck in embarrassment, his cheeks heating up under his fur. Despite his embarrassment, something swelled in his chest. Mx. Whis- Raine was okay with him referring to them by just their first name. The Canem didn't want to hope, but it seemed that the teal-haired Witch was warming up to him. It made him feel...happy.

"Oh, o-okay, Raine dear." He replied with a small smile as Raine chuckled at his joke, "Um, what do we do...now?"

"Today, I would like to see what you have experienced!"

James stopped. A scoop of oatmeal he was about to eat hung in the air on his spoon as he froze up, eyes widening. See what he had experienced? How could someone do that? "W-w-what?" He squeaked, his shock catching Raine's attention.

"To better help you deal with your trauma, I believe a good start would be to see first-hand what has happened to you in your past." Raine explained. James seemed to shrink into his seat, a whine sounding in his throat. "I can promise you, this procedure will be completely harmless and help me in helping you. I only ask that you trust me." James looked down, moving his spoon around in the remaining oatmeal. Could he trust Raine on this? They had shown themself to be very trustworthy so far.

"How...How can you...see my memories?" James asked with a shaking voice. By the Titan, he hoped he didn't have to relive those terrible times again.

"There is a way to enter someone's memories and view them as though I were really there." Raine said, "I'm unfortunately not very well-versed in this magic, but my partner Edalyn is." James remembered Raine mentioning someone named Edalyn last night. They must have been close to be labelled as their partner. The Witch mentioned how they would 'trust Edalyn with my life', which was a good sign that this Edalyn could be trusted.

"I-I don't know!" James said, interlacing his fingers and looking down at them. Raine stood and walked around the table, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Edalyn may be rough around the edges and...a bit much at times if I'm perfectly honest, but I love her regardless. She is not one to turn away a child such as yourself." Raine explained, "So, can you trust that I still and will always have your best interests at heart?"

James looked back down. He had only known the Bard Witch for less than a day, but in that time they had shown themself to care about him and his well-being. Why else would they have allowed him into their home, eat their food and stay in their bed? "When can we...see Edalyn?" He asked, looking back up into Raine's eyes.

"If you are all prepared and have eaten all you can, I could go and get myself dressed and leave?" Raine replied. James looked down at his bowl, where half of it's contents still remained. Even after only that, he felt full. He nodded. "Very well. Allow me just a moment and then we can be off."

Once Raine had gotten themself dressed, they and James made for the door. They grabbed a staff and opened the door, walking a small distance. "Now, James, have you ever flo-" They stopped when they realised James wasn't beside them. Turning around revealed he was still standing on the doorway, holding his tail as his eyes darted in all directions. "James, are you okay?"

The Canem boy looked forward with a worried gaze as he whined softly. What had gotten into him? Why didn't he want to go outsi-. It clicked for Raine what the matter was. "Are you worried for your safety outside?" They asked. James nodded his head.

"My dear, there is nothing in our vicinity that will harm you. Not while I'm here, at least." James seemed unconvinced, twisting his tail in his paws. Raine thought for a moment before their eyes fell on something that could help. They walked back and grabbed a large cloak by the door, putting it around the boy.

"Here, maybe this will ease your worry." They said, putting the clock's large hood up. It was fit for an adult Witch, and so covered James' entire body. The hood was larger than he expected, draping over his face. "There you are! With this on, nobody will know what you truly look like without a close look. Thankfully, we will not be around anyone I don't trust. What do you think, my boy?"

James looked at himself in a mirror. Staring back was a big brown cloak with his furry face poking out from under the pulled-back hood. Every feature that could have denoted him as a Canem was hidden. His fur, his face, his paws. It was perfect! He looked at Raine and gave a small smile. "Thank you!" He said gratefully. The boy could feel his tail wagging under the cloak.

Raine patted James on the shoulder and lead him outside to the hovering staff, where he much more confidently followed. "Tell me, James, have you ever flown before?" They asked, taking a seat on the staff and patting the spot behind them. James looked confused at the staff and shook his head as he sat down upon it. "I would like you to know that this is a perfectly safe mode of transportation, although feel free to hold on if you're unsure. Oh, and best not look down."

James cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at Raine's words. What did they mean by that? "W-Why shouldn't I look dow-WOOOOAAAAAAAAH!" He shrieked as the staff suddenly took off and zoomed into the sky. The poor boy instantly wrapped his arms around Raine's body with an iron grip as he screamed his lungs out. The Bard Witch couldn't help but let out a wheeze from the squeeze they received.

The pair soared upwards on the staff before reaching a comfortable cruising height. James had his face pressed against Raine's back and his eyes screwed shut as he still screamed. "James, please calm down!" They tried to call over the sound of his screaming, "You're okay! You're not going to fall." The Canem cracked an eye open and looked around. He...was okay!

He loosened his tight grip on Raine and fully opened his eyes in wonder. His hood had been blown down by the wind, allowing it to blow through his fur. It felt good! He dared himself to look down, where he saw the landscape that appeared so small as it rushed past him. James couldn't stop a small smile from crossing his muzzle. He took a hand off of Raine and stuck it out, feeling the wind rush past his paw. He couldn't help but laugh a little. This was fun! His joy didn't go unnoticed by Raine.

"You see, you're in no danger." Raine said, looking over their shoulder, "I know flying can be a bit frightening on your first go around." They chuckled lightly. "I remember I cried the first time I got on a staff myself."

"Really?" James asked, "Did...anyone see?"

Raine pursed their lips. "Only my entire class!" They answered, "They called me Cry-Rainey for the next year." James had to cover his mouth to try suppress his smile and the giggle he made.

Eventually, the staff the pair were on began to slow down and descend. Raine pointed forward. "There it is," they said as James looked over their shoulder to see a house, "the Owl House!" It was made of white stone with a blue roof and some kind of large eye-shaped stained glass window above the front door. It was certainly a sight to behold for James.

The staff reached the ground, allowing Raine and James to get off. As fun as flying was, the Canem was glad to feel the ground under his paws again. He looked towards the Owl House, marvelling at the stained window. Then, he looked down to the door, where something caught his eye. A strange beaked face laid upon the door. He thought it was just a decoration, until it's large eyes blinked and looked right at him. To James' shock, the face shot out of the door, attached to a long, brown, tube-like body, making a weird rubber stretching sound.

"HOOT HOOT, HELLO!" It yelled in a shrill voice, stopping its face inches from James'. The poor boy felt like his heart stopped when the...whatever that thing was stretched out straight towards him and screamed right in his face. He yelped and fell backwards, his legs giving in. He would have hit the ground had Raine not caught him just in time.

"James, are you okay?" They asked, trying to help the Canem to his feet before he grabbed onto them, shivering and whining. Raine turned and scowled at the Bird Tube. "Hooty, be careful" they snapped, "You nearly gave the poor boy a heart attack." The creature, Hooty James guessed, retracted a bit and got a guilty look on his face.

"HOOT, SORRY!"

W-W-Wha...What...is that thing?" James squeaked, still clutching onto Raine as he tried to calm his rapid heart rate.

"It's alright, James" Raine said quietly, running a hand over the fur on the Canem's head, "This is Hooty, Edalyn's house Demon. You don't have to worry, he's harmless. Hmm, well to you he is."

James let go of Raine and stood up straight, looking Hooty in his giant black eyes as he cleared his throat. "He-Hello, um, Hooty!" He said, trying to greet the odd Demon as if he didn't just get the scare of his life. Well, one of them anyway.

"HELLO!" Hooty shrieked again, moving closer to James before Raine pushed his face back, "HOOT ARE YOU? BIG PUPPY!"

"I-I'm James! It's...nice to meet you." The boy pulled his hood back up and tried to give a smile to the weird Demon.

"I'M HOOTY!" He squawked, darting closer and smushing the side of his face into James', "WE'RE GONNA BE VERY GOOD FRIENDS, HOOT!" James whined uncomfortably and pushed the Owl Demon's face away.

"Hooty, give the boy some air, you're scaring him." Raine snapped.

"HOOT, SORRY!" Hooty apologised once again, maintaining his usual gormless expression, "I'M NOT SCARY, I'M HOO-OUCH!" He was interrupted by the door flying open, smacking his body into the side of the house.

"What's all the noise out here?" An annoyed and tired sounding voice asked, "Hooty, it's way too early in the morning for your crap."

James gasped and moved behind Raine as he saw a figure in the door. It was a Witch with pale white skin and a practical mane of grey hair. She wore a green housecoat and yellow bunny slippers while holding a cup in one hand. It was her other hand that caught his attention. A large golden hook! The Canem felt a shiver go through his body at the thought of how she lost her hand. Looking at the Witch's face, her eyes were just barely cracked open enough for her to see. She appeared like she'd just woken up.

"Hello, Eda."

The Witch rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, a smile coming to her face when her golden eyes opened more. "Oh, it's you!" she said, "How ya doing, Rainestorm! A bit early for a visit, don't you think?"

"Nine in the morning isn't THAT early!" Raine responded.

"It is for me." Eda yawned, taking a sip of her drink. Her eyes moved from Raine to the shape by their side. Someone in a big brown cloak that hid all of their features. They gasped and flinched when Eda focused on them, holding onto the Bard Witch's arm. "Who's that?"

Raine looked down at James, who looked back up at them. From under his hood, they could just about make out his large pleading eyes, clearly too nervous to explain himself. Raine patted the boy on his back and went to pull his hood down before he clamped his paws down on it, shaking his head. Eda took notice of this. "Is your friend shy?" She asked.

"Just a moment!" They replied before fully facing James and bending over, "James, remember what I said. You can trust Edalyn! She will not try and harm you. Never in a million years." James thought on this for a few seconds before slowly grabbing the his hood and pulling it down, revealing his furry face.

Eda raised an eyebrow. It was a kid! She probably should have guessed so from his height, but who was he? Why had Raine brought him here? Why was he so reluctant to show his face?

Raine turned and cleared their throat. "Eda, this is James!" They said, "James, this is Edalyn Clawthorne! The Owl Lady and my partner I told you about."

James nervously wrung his paws as he looked up at Eda, who offered a smile. "Sup kid?" She greeted. James didn't say anything, just keeping his eyes on the Witch's hook hand.

"Please be patient with him, Eda, he takes a while to warm up to people." Raine said.

"Wh-Why do you have a...hook hand?" James asked, pointing at it.

"James!" Raine lightly scolded as Eda just chuckled.

"I didn't like my old hand's attitude, so I bit it off!" She answered with a smirk, James carrying a shocked look on his face while Raine carried an unimpressed one, "Yeah, I was a bit bummed out, but hey, I got this sweet hook in it's place."

Eda stretched her hook hand out towards James. He looked up at Raine with a questioning look, to which they smiled and motioned towards the hook. He looked at it again and slowly reached a paw forward to shake it. Eda's smile grew, making her gold fang more prominent.

"You know how good this thing is for getting boogers out?"

James cringed and snapped his arm back just before he grabbed the hook as the pale Witch laughed and Raine pinched the bridge of their nose. "Aww come on, that was funny."

"Eda, we did not come here to discuss your nose picking habits!"

Eda raised an eyebrow with a cheeky smirk. "No? Then to what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked. Raine's annoyed expression softened into a sad frown as James looked up with the same expression, whining softly as he held onto the Witch. Eda's smile slowly shifted into a look of worried concern. "Raine?"

Raine sighed and put an arm around James, taking note of his shivering, before looking back at Eda. "It's...a long story!"

James was lead into the Owl House by Raine, Eda just behind them closing the door. He looked around the interior, taking note of all of the stuff in it. There was strange junk laying all over the place, much of it he couldn't even begin to think of what it was. It clogged up shelves all about the place, some odd knick-knacks looking on the verge of falling off. He never expected Witches would have so much strange, and he had to admit cool looking, stuff. The Canem boy was lead to a couch, Raine helping him get his large cloak off.

"Here you are, my dear, sit." The Bard Witch said as the two of them sat down. They took his paw into their hand, giving it a reasurring squeeze while he held his tail in his other. Eda sat down beside James on his right, him being flanked by the two Witches. After what he had been through, James wouldn't have expected to be surrounded by Witches and yet feel safer than he had in months.

"Alright, now we're all here, what's this all about?" Eda asked, leaning forward to look at Raine, "Why do you have this kid with you?"

Their eyes shifted between James and Eda before straightening up and clearing their throat once again. "On my way home from work yesterday, I found this boy!" They explained, "He was weak, injured, tired and caked in dirt, aimlessly wandering the forest. He told me his name was James and that he had been in this state for over half a year, just barely scraping by on what little he could forage." Eda's face twisted more into an expression of shock as Raine lifted James' shirt to reveal his visible rib under his skin. The boy nodded as he tightened his grip on the Bard's hand and his tail. "I brought him to my home, gave him some food, cleaned him up and called a Healer to fix his injuries. However, not all of his injuries are ones that can be so easily healed."

Eda looked down once Raine had finished, a look of unbridled horror on her face. "Titan, that's...awful, kid!" She said quietly, her face shifting into a scowl, "Your parents better hope they don't run into me. Not unless they wanna meet the business end of this hook." Raine cringed at the mention of parents, James leaning against them as he whined and hugged up to the Witch.

"Eda, James..." They sighed. "...James doesn't have parents anymore."

Eda's head snapped to attention with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"The Horned Witch!" James whimpered, tightening his grip on Raine as he screwed his eyes shut, "H-He took...everyone! He...KILLED them all!"

Raine quickly put their arms around the teary Canem boy, pulling him into a hug. "Easy now, James! I'm here, I'm here!" They whispered to him, carefully stroking their hands down his back, "He can't hurt you anymore." James sniffed and laid his head on the Witch's chest.

This outburst only intrigued Eda more. Who was the kid talking about? "Who's this Horned Wit-"

"Belos!" Raine answered instantly as though it were a reflex, their voice filled with venom, "Belos...murdered James' entire family!" James whimpered at the mention of that name, seeming as though he were trying to burrow into Raine's chest for safety. "It would seem that James was the only survivor of the attack on his home."

Eda had to clench her jaw shut to stop herself from saying something that kids shouldn't hear. "Of course it was that...monster!" She muttered with a sigh, "Look, I know it's Belos we're talking about, but...why did he do it?"

"James is a Canem, a species of Demon notable for their soft fur." Raine explained, "From what I've deduced, Belos was after it. The poor boy was even a witness of Belos..." They covered James' ears before they leaned in close to Eda and whispered, "skinning his people!"

Eda's mouth fell open, her eyes widening enough that it looked as if they would fall out of her head. She flopped back in her seat and put her hand to her forehead, letting out a long exasperated sigh. And here she thought that Belos' death meant they were free of his evil. But no, the old monster had one last victim up his sleeve. "Fucking heartless bastard!" The Witch hissed, pressing her clenched fist against her forehead, "Wherever that mouldy old fuck is, I hope he's suffering."

"Edalyn, language." Raine said, keeping their hands over James' ears. They didn't need him hearing those things, even if they didn't necessarily disagree with what Eda said. They so wanted to curse Belos out, scream their venomous hatred of him to the skies, but knew it would mean nothing now that the damage was already done.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just..." Eda groaned in frustration, "Even when he's dead, he's hurting people. How many others like this kid do you think there are?"

Raine's eyes widened at that question. It was a valid concern that Eda brought up, and a morbid one at that. They didn't want to think about it, but it was a very real possibility that there could be even more just like James. The Bard Witch looked down at the Canem in their arms as he looked back with wide wet eyes. They steeled their gaze and stroked down his head before looking back to Eda. "I don't want to believe it, But it's very likely there are others affected by Belos' malice." They said sorrowfully, "As much as I would want to help every single one of his victims, it would be a monumental feat. The most we can do now is help James."

Eda's expression softened as she turned to look at the boy. He was still clinging onto Raine, his big sad eyes staring up at them. She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "You're right, Raine, it'd be impossible." The Owl Lady said, "Like finding a snail in a trash pile." She turned and looked at James. "Kid, I'm sorry what happened to you." James turned his head to look at Eda, taking his arms from around Raine but still keeping a hold of their hand. "I can only imagine the kinda sh- crap you've had to go through. Months on your own, out in the wild, no one to rely on."

"I-It was...scary! Really...really scary!" James muttered, his head low, taking hold of his tail in his free paw and squeezing it, "I-I was always hungry, and I had to...h-hide in holes from the boiling rain, a-and I didn't want any Witches t-to find me because I thought they...they would...skin me!" Eda flt like her teeth would break if she clenched her jaw shut any harder as the boy whispered the final words. So not only did Belos ruin this kid's life, but made him scared of seeking help too? Death was too good for that monster.

"Kid, look at me! You don't have to live like that anymore." Eda asserted, putting her hand on James' shoulder. He tensed up at the touch, but relaxed after a second. Her touch wasn't tight or mean, but gentle and comforting. "You've been through hell and back, but you don't have to go on like that. Raine clearly wants to help you out, and so I want to help you out by extension. A friend of Raine's is a friend of mine. And even if you weren't, do I look like the kinda Witch who'd just throw a kid in need out?"

James straightened up from his slouch as he shook his head at Eda's question, looking up into her mismatched gold and grey eyes.

"The answer is no! Not in a Titan's lifetime! You need help, just ask! You need someone to talk to, I'm your Witch! You need some money, ask Raine, you little freeloader!" James and Raine couldn't help but crack little smiles at Eda's joke as she gave a cheeky smirk, her gold fang sticking out more prominently, "Jokes aside, what I'm trying to say is you can count on me whenever you need help." She took her hand from James' shoulder and held it out. "What d'ya say, kiddo?"

The boy looked down at the outstretched hand with an almost dumbfounded expression. He had only just met Eda a few minutes ago and she'd already pledged that she would always be available to help him out with anything. Even if he hadn't come here with Raine, she would have helped him. To think that just yesterday, he believed that Witches were like monsters and would kill him on sight. Now, in less than a day, two different Witches had told him they would do anything to help him out. James felt a grateful smile creep across his face as he let go of his tail and took the pale Witch's hand into his paw. "Th-Thank you, Mrs...Clawthorne!" He said, his voice sounding weak and choked up.

"Mrs Clawthorne is my mom. Just call me Eda, kid." Eda replied with a shake of James' paw. He turned back to look at Raine, who offered a smile and a thumbs up. The Canem boy couldn't help but feel a pleasant warmth in his chest at meeting someone else who was so willing to help him. It felt so good to have people who genuinely cared for his well-being. After so long of being on his own, James felt...genuinely happy. If his tail's wags were anything to go off of, Those thoughts were interrupted by something grabbing his shoulder and a small weight upon it.

The boy spun his head around, his eyes looking into a pair of small yellow ones. A little Bird-like Demon was perched on his shoulder. It looked much like that strange thing on the front door, only smaller and cuter. It hooted and moved closer, nuzzling the side of it's face into his furry neck. It's little nuzzles tickled James, earning a giggle from the Canem. "I think Owlbert likes you." Eda chuckled, "Either that or he just likes how your fur feels."

Owlbert? That was a funny name for the little guy, James thought. Maybe he was some kind of pet of Eda's. He had to admit that feeling Owlbert nuzzle against his neck did feel really nice. He had all but forgotten what it felt like to have his fur stroked, and he'd clearly made a good first impression on the small Beast. "W-Well I...like you too, um, Owlbert." He said, stroking a fingertip on the Owl's chest. He hooted happily and fluffed his feathers at the touch.

"Alright, get outta here, you little attention seeker." Eda said to Owlbert, tapping the top of his head, "Leave the kid alone. Go on, go find some bugs to eat or something." The Owl Demon turned away and huffed out a hoot before flying away out of sight. James giggled at Owlbert's adorable little grumpy reaction and waved good by as he flew away. "So, now we've cleared everything up, what can I do ya for?" The Owl Lady asked, "Anything I can help you with right now? Any burning questions gnawing at your mind?"

James felt his smile slowly vanish. He was so caught up in meeting someone else who genuinely cared for his well-being that he'd almost forgotten why he and Raine were here. For them to look at his memories, however that was done. But did he want to go through with this? Was he ready for Raine to directly see what happened that day? He took hold of his tail again and squeezed it, racking his brain as Eda looked at him. If this helped Raine to help him, then this couldn't hardly be a bad thing. "Um, is it true that you can...see...s-see memories?" The boy asked.

Eda raised an eyebrow at the question. "I can, in a way!" She answered, "Why?" James' head shrunk into his neck. Should he tell why he wanted to know? Was this a touchy subject for the Witch? Had he already crossed a boundary so quickly after making a friend? His eyes darted all around as he sucked his lips in, trying to think of what to say next. Raine took notice of this panic and gave James' paw a reassuring squeeze.

"It was my idea!" They said, "I wish to go into James' memories and see them for myself, and I needed someone to help me get in and out of his mind."

Eda pursed her lips and hummed. "You know altering and tampering with memories is dangerous business, right?"

"I don't intend on changing anything! I don't want to cause any irreversible damage to his mind. I only want to look and see so I can better help James with his trauma. Will you help me?"

Eda tapped the tip of her hook on her chin while she thought. After a few moments, her eyes fell on James. "Are you okay with this, kid? I won't do it unless you're 100% on-board."

James snapped his head to the side to look at Eda. His grip on his tail tightened. Was he 100% sure about this? What if Raine saw something he didn't want her to see? If they went into his memories, would he have to relive that horrible day again like in his dreams? The Canem boy screwed his eyes shut and desperately tried to think of an answer. Yes or no? "If you really don't want me to go in, I won't." Raine said, putting their other hand on James' shoulder. He looked over at the Bard's gentle smiling face.

"Please, j-just be quick!"

Raine placed their other hand over James' paw and stroked their thumb along the top. "I will be as quick I can, I promise." They responded.

Eda and Raine stood, getting James to lay down on the couch. "If Raine's gonna go into your memories, it's best if you're asleep." Eda said, James looking slightly worried before slowly nodding his head.

"You'll only be asleep for a little bit!" Raine added, "You'll be awake before you even know it. And don't worry, Eda will be keeping an eye on you while I'm in there."

"Please hurry!" James whispered. Raine offered a smile and a nod before Eda drew a spell circle before the boy's face. He felt his eyelids grow heavy and before he could even yawn, he was asleep.

"Okay, now when you get in there, you'll see a bunch of framed paintings." Eda explained, "These are his memories and you can step inside of them in order to see that memory. It'll be like you're really there, but nobody will take notice of you. Also, you might come what looks like the kid. This is his inner self, a manifestation of his thoughts and emotions." Raine nodded in response to the details.

"I shouldn't be too long. I'll look at his memories, then be out." They said, giving a weary sigh, "Now that I'm here, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit worried about what I'll see. It's one thing hearing about an event, seeing it is another beast entirely." Their worried expression was replaced with one of determined readiness. "But there's no turning back now. James needs me, and I made a promise to this boy. I'm ready when you are."

Eda smiled at her partner's determination as she drew the spell circle under them and gave one last thumbs up. "Good luck, Rainestorm!"

A flash of white blinded Raine for a moment. They pulled their glasses up and rubbed at their eyes, blinking one at a time. Their vision began to come back into focus, revealing they were not in the Owl House anymore. Once they could properly see again, Raine took in their surroundings. They appeared to be in some kind of dark forest, the only thing penetrating the almost suffocating darkness being the large trees stretching high up into the black. It very much resembled the forest that Raine found James in. The very one that he'd been just barely scraping by in for months.

What really unnerved Raine was not the darkness, but the silence.

The 'forest' was completely silent. No wind, no rustling leaves, no birdsong, no nothing. The only sound that broke the silence was the crunching of the dead leaves that littered the ground as Raine stood on them. If this place reflected James' mental state, then the darkness and silence were not good signs at all. Raine swallowed thickly and walked forward, their eyes darting around for anything other than trees in this place.

The only light sources in this place were what appeared framed paintings hung up on the trees, each one giving off a glow around them. Then it hit Raine. The portraits! Eda had mentioned them in her explanation. So, each of these represented a memory and, if Raine wanted to, they could enter into it to see the memory first-hand. Helpful!

The Bard Witch walked to one of the portraits, on it being a small black-furred Canem puppy laying on it's back. So this must have been one of James' earliest memories. When he was barely even a puppy. They out their hand to the portrait, it phasing right through the picture as though it were liquid. With a deep breath, Raine got up and entered into the picture.

Instantly, they opened their eyes and found the dark forest gone, replaced instead by the interior of a cosy looking home. Gentle sunlight peeked in through an open window. Upon the floor was a multitude of children's toys, which contrasted rather humorously with the neatly arranged furniture and alphabetised bookshelf. Sitting there upon a couch to Raine's side and facing away from them were two Canems, adults, one with black fur like James and the other with sandy beige fur. They both looked down at the floor and each other with contented smiles. A high-pitched barking drew Raine's attention to walk around the couch to see.

There on the floor were a pair of Canem puppies playing together. One had black fur and was crawling around on all fours. Raine put a hand to their cheek. James! He was tiny! From his size, he couldn't have been any older than a year. He yipped and giggled, his little tail wagging frantically as he played with a larger sandy-furred puppy. This one appeared to be a few years older and was purposefully down on all fours to be on James' level. The pair tugged on either end of some sort of twisted rope toy with their mouths, James making the most adorable high-pitched growls.

"Now Avery, remember and play nice." The male black-furred Canem said, "You don't wanna hurt your little brother."

Avery! Raine remembered that name. James had mentioned it during his panic attacks. Whenever he thought about his past, the name Avery always cropped up. So that was James' older brother. Seeing the puppy playing with little James sent a shiver up the Witch's spine when they thought about what told them happened to Avery in his nightmare.

"I know, Daddy! I'm playing nice, see!" Avery responded, stroking down little James' back as he shook his head rapidly side to side, his newly claimed toy in his mouth.

"We know, but just be careful with James, sweetie." The female sandy-furred Canem added, "He's still only a little puppy."

"I'm careful! I'm really, really careful!" Avery announced proudly, picking up James and giving him a big hug. The tiny puppy whined happily and snuggled into his brother's fur, reciprocating the hug. Avery lifted James up so they were eye level. "I'll be the goodest big brother ev-" The puppy's speech was interrupted when James stuck his tongue out and took a big lick of the end of Avery's snout.

"BLEH! Jamie, that was in my mouth!" He whined, spluttering and wiping at his own tongue as the tiny puppy lay on his back and giggled. Raine put a hand to their mouth and chuckled at James' antics. At the same time, it was heartbreaking to see how much he'd changed from the carefree puppy to seeing things no child should ever have to experience. He was just so...happy here! He had a loving family, a brother he played with, a home he could call his own.

Until that monster took everything from him!

Raine was beginning to have second thoughts on coming here, for their own mental state. It was so jarring knowing that happy little puppy there was the same one that they found half-dead in the forest yesterday. The one who cried in their arms over the life that was so evilly stolen from him. Looking back over, Avery appeared to be trying to get James back by licking the fur on his head and making it stand up, the smaller puppy wiggling around and laughing joyously. Raine had to leave! Seeing this event from the past only made them sick to their stomach at how it ended.

They were dreading finding what they had come here to see!

They exited the memory, once again finding themself in the dark forest. Raine almost felt relieved at being back here. Why did they feel this way? They were only viewing James' memories to look for the right one. Nothing should be making them feel so...uneasy. They shook these thoughts from their mind and looked over the other portraits.

One of them showed what appeared to be a slightly older James, a few years older than he was in the last memory, looking with confusion at his mother, who had a larger belly than she did before. Raine felt a chill travel up their spine. Did James have another sibling? A younger one at that? They closed their eyes and climbed through the portrait.

They found themself back in the same living room, it being largely unchanged from before, besides more framed pictures of James and Avery at different ages atop surfaces. Speaking of the boys, there they were, now older. James seemed to be about five years old and fully upright, with his brother being notably taller. The black-furred Canem had a confused look on his face as he walked to Avery, who was sat down in the couch.

"A, why is Mummy's belly bigger? Is she okay?" He asked.

Avery furrowed his brow and put his hands on his hips. "Jamie, are you calling Mum fat?" He said with a somewhat stern and accusatory tone.

"N-No, that's mean! I just don't know why her belly is so big. Did she eat something?"

Avery looked away for a second as a smirk emerged on his lips as quickly as it disappeared. The sandy-furred Canem sighed and patted the spot beside him. "You might wanna sit down for this one. There's...something we've been meaning to tell you." James sat down as his brother put his paw on his shoulder with a wince. "You see, Mum...Mum eats puppies!"

James gasped and recoiled back, grabbing his tail tightly. "No!" He whispered, his voice quivering.

"Yes! She really does!" Avery responded with a solemn nod, though he couldn't hide the tiniest of smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "She eats them right up. Dont you wonder why you haven't seen that Tobias kid lately?"

"Be-Because he's...sick?"

"No, Mum ate him because he wouldn't wash his hands before dinner."

James' whole body began shaking as he whined softly. "Wh-What if she e-eats...us?" He asked, his voice practically a whisper.

Avery stroked a hand down his little brother's back. "Don't worry, Jamie. Mum only eats bad kids." He said reassuringly, "So just remember to be a good boy and always wash under your ears, or else Mum...will...GOBBLE YOU UP!"

James and Raine jumped at the sudden volume of Avery's voice. Tears welled up in the younger Canem's eyes as he rushed out of the room, sobbing loudly as his worried brother ran after him. Raine pinched the bridge of their nose and sighed. This must have been a sibling thing. Were Eda and Lilith ever like this? They went into the other room after the Canems, finding James hugging onto his father, crying into his chest.

"Jamie, I-I didn't mean it!" Avery cried, "It was just a joke! I was joking!"

"Avery Samuel Hughes, what have you been telling your brother?" Their father said, scowling at his eldest son. James moved his tear-stained face to look up.

"A said that Mu-Mummy eats bad l-little boys!" He whimpered through his tears, "A-And that's why her...belly is r-really big."

"Oh, did he really?" Their father asked as Avery looked down shamefully. He smiled softly and got down on one knee, wiping away the tears from his son's eyes. "Mummy isn't eating anyone. Quite the opposite actually." James perked up, sniffing as his ears raised curiously. "She's having a baby!"

James gasped as he wiped the rest of the tears from his face. "R-Really?"

"We're expecting a girl! You and your brother are going to have a little sister."

"A...A sister?! Really? A, did you hear that? We're gonna be big brothers."

"I knew Mum was pregnant, but I didn't know we were getting a sister." Avery said, giving a little chuckle of disbelief, "When is she coming?"

"She should be here in about four months or so!" His dad answered. Avery laughed and walked forward, hugging James tightly.

"We're gonna have a baby sister, Jamie!" He said, "We'll be the best big brothers ever."

James smiled and hugged into his older brother, both of their tails wagging frantically. While they laughed amongst themselves, Raine stood behind them with a melancholic look upon their face. So it was true, James had two siblings, and one of them was younger than him. A little sister! It wasn't enough that he had to lose his parents and older brother, but a younger sibling to top it all off. A pit in their stomach formed heavily, filling the Bard Witch with dread.

They hurried to exit the memory, speed walking out and into the dark mindscape. Those second thoughts were coming back, telling Raine that this was a bad idea. That they could have just gone off of what James told them. That they were stupid to think that seeing the poor boy's memories would 'help' them. They pushed these thoughts away. It was no good having them now that they were too deep to turn back. The only way to go now was forward.

Beside the portrait Raine had just exited showed James holding some kind of wrapped-up bundle. That bundle couldn't have been what they thought it was. The Witch didn't even realise their legs had taken them directly to it until they were already climbing into it. What kept them going through these memories? Morbid curiosity? Had Raine suddenly become a glutton for punishment?

Once more, Raine was taken to that same home of James', seeing the brothers standing outside of a door. James stood with his head down, looking down at his paws as his finger interlaced. Avery paced around in a circle. It seemed that that two of the, were waiting for something.

"Any minute now!" Avery said, "Any minute now and we'll be in there and seeing her." He looked over at his brother and frowned as a soft whine came from the younger Canem. "James, what's wrong?"

"Is Mummy okay? She sounds really hurt." He answered, tapping his fingers together, "Why was she yelling and crying like that?"

"Don't worry, that's normal for people who have babies. Uuuh, I think."

James didn't seem comforted. "Wha-What if something really bad happens? What if our baby sister is hurt too?"

"Hey, come on now, Jamie, it's Mum! She's invincible!" Avery exclaimed, patting his brother on the back, "Nothing can really hurt her. It just...hurts a little to have a baby. I promise, she'll be just fine."

Just then, the door opened, causing both of the brothers to stand up straight as their father emerged. He turned to look at the pair and smiled. "Who wants to meet their new baby sister?" The young Canems rushed in to find their mother laying on a bed, looking down at a bundle in her arms. The boys leaned in to get a better look, as did Raine. They all gasped.

There, wrapped up in a soft blanket, was a tiny newborn Canem puppy. She had a coat of light brown fur that shone under the light. She moved around gently in her mother's arms, eyes still closed as she rested. Raine couldn't help but stare at the little puppy with wide eyes filled with adoration.

"Awww, she's so cute!" James squealed, grabbing his cheeks as his tail frantically wagged side to side.

"Can I...hold her?" Avery asked, holding his hands out, "I promise I'll be careful." Their mother smiled softly and moved the bundle towards Avery. He slowly and gently took his little sister into his arms, cradling her against his chest. James tried to stand on his toes to try and get a better look, prompting his brother to kneel down slightly. "Look, Jamie, it's our new sister. All for us!"

The tiny puppy stirred in her sleep, slowly opening and revealing her blue and black eyes. She stretched her arms out, letting out a high-pitched yawn that melted the brothers' hearts. "Hello, little sister!" James whispered as his sister studied her new family. She reached an arm out of her blanket, grabbing James' nose with her tiny paw. She giggled at his reaction, making him laugh too.

"Cheeky puppy!" Avery said, tickling a fingertip along the puppy's neck and making her whine and giggle happily. As the three younger Canems got introduced, their father walked to his wife and took her paw into his. "Our family just got a bit bigger." He whispered. The female Canem wiped under her eye and put her other paw over her chest as she walked her puppies.

"Our little Alice!"

Raine felt their chest tighten up at that name. Alice! Yet another name that James said during his panic attack. This Tiny adorable puppy was the Alice he had mentioned. His younger sister! They turned from the happy scene and exited the memory in a hurry. That tightness in the Bard's chest didn't let up at all. That awful feeling of dread in knowing how this happy story ended.

Raine lightly smacked themself on the cheek. They had to focus! No more distractions! They had to find that memory of the attack and fast. They looked around the different portraits, many of them possessing images of James, happy as can be with his siblings and parents. As they went on, he and his siblings got older. The portraits depicted birthdays, celebrations and many other happy memories. That was until one caught Raine's eye.

The portrait depicted a great wall of roaring fire with James at the bottom, a look of terror plastered across his face as a huge horned silhouette loomed over him. Raine recognised that shape anywhere. This was the one! At the bottom of the portrait was a message carved into the frame.

The last time I was happy

The Witch couldn't help but close their eyes and take a deep breath, mentally preparing themselves for what they were to witness before climbing in. They could already feel that tightness in their chest getting even worse.

Once inside, Raine found themself a bedroom of sorts. Toys littered the floor and stuffed the furniture around the room. A nice variety of colourful flowers sat in pots upon the windowsill. It seemed to be night time, the only source of light being the candle beside the large bed against one of the walls. Upon the bed lay the three siblings; James, Avery and Alice. James looked much like how he did in the present day. In fact, Raine noticed that he was wearing the same clothes he had been when they found him. The thought of the state he was in yesterday made their heart ache.

Avery appeared to be in his late teens judging from his size, and little Alice seemed to be growing into her early adolescence. The three Canems lay side by side, laughing and talking amongst themselves.

"I still can't believe you actually got your scholarship, A!" James exclaimed, a big smile on his face as his tail wagged.

"I know right!" Avery replied with a little laugh, "I almost can't believe it myself. Would you have ever believed that me, the biggest doofus in the whole village, would get this far?"

"I always believed in you! Me and Alice both!"

"We did, A! We really did!" Alice said, hugging onto the side of her oldest brother.

"Aww, I always knew my two favourite little mutts would have my back." Avery cooed, hugging his siblings tightly and kissing the pair on their heads as they struggled to get out. "Remember you two still owe me ten snails each." Both of the younger Canems groaned.

"Why'd you have to remember that?" James whined.

"Because you two spend all your allowance on sweets and have to keep borrowing from me! I expect that money by next week." James and Alice sighed and nodded. "Good, now get outta here, your success of a brother needs his beauty sleep."

"Can we stay the night in here?" James asked, "Have a sleepover with our best big brother ever?"

"I'm your only big brother, Mutt. Is there something wrong with your own beds?"

"Aww go on, A, please!" James begged, hugging onto his brother's arm.

"Pretty please!" Alice added, grabbing onto the other arm, "Just one night!"

Avery looked down at his siblings, staring up at him with large pleading eyes as they both whined. He playfully rolled his eyes. "Alright, you little freeloaders, you can stay!" He said, ruffling the fur on the younger pairs' heads as they high-fived. "But you gotta make me the best breakfast I've ever had in the morning." The pups shared another laugh before the candle was blown out and they all settled down to sleep.

The whole room faded to black, as though the memory were ending. Raine was confused. That couldn't have been it! The portrait displayed a fire and James looking scared at Belos, but none of that happened here. Did they step into the wrong mem-

CRASH

A sudden explosive crash made the Bard Witch almost jump out of their skin as they clamped a hand to their chest, their heart feeling like it was trying to break it's way out. The Canems all jumped awake too, blearily blinking their eyes and trying to rub the tiredness away. "Wha-What was that?" James asked, giving a big yawn while he looked around the room.

"I don't know!" Avery answered, giving a big stretch, "Maybe Dad accidentally dropped one of his potions again." He would have chuckled at his own joke, had he not heard what sounded like muffled screaming from outside. The smile the boy carried instantly disappeared.

"Wh-Who's screaming?" Alice asked, hugging a brown stuffed rabbit close to her chest.

"Wait here, I'll go look." The eldest sibling stood and walked to the window. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread come over him. As soon as peeked through the curtains and cracked the window open, the overpowering smell of burning hit is nostrils hard. Had a home caught fire? The screaming was heard again as he looked down and saw several other Canems running.

"Run for your life!" One of them cried.

"Hey, what's going on?" Avery called down, one panicked Canem stopped and looked up at him, "Is something burning?"

"He's here!" The Canem yelled back.

"Who is?"

The Horned Witch! He's come for us! You have to run before he-"

The Canem was unable to finish as a huge fireball flew through the air and impacted, incinerating the poor man instantly. Avery gasped sharply and fell onto his back, quickly scrambling backwards away from the window. He...He just saw that man...die! What the hell was going on?!

"A, are you alright?" James asked, standing and looking worried over his wide-eyed panting brother, "What did you see? What was all that noise? Who's the Horned Witch?" Avery didn't respond at first, only looking between his siblings with a terrified expression, before hoisting himself up and grabbing a bag.

"We...We need to leave! Now!" He said, his voice shaken as he began throwing clothes into the bag, "We're not safe here! Quickly, pack any essentials you need."

"A, you're scaring me!" Alice whimpered, bringing her knees up as she whined, clutching her toy in one hand and her tail in the other. James walked over and tried to calm his little sister by stroking down her back.

"It's gonna be okay, Alice, we'll be fine." He said soothingly, but it was doubtful if even he believed that, "Come on, let's go back your things."

The siblings got to work hastily packing their bags with clothes and other essentials. Once done, Avery lifted Alice into his arms and went downstairs, James right behind him. On the ground floor, the home was empty, their parents nowhere to be found. "Mum?! Dad?!" Avery called, "Titan damn it, where are they?"

"Oh yeah, they had to leave for work early today." James said

"Then we'll have to get to them there!" Avery responded, putting Alice down on the table and beginning to pack what there was to find in his bag.

"Avery, will you please tell me what's going on! Why are you so panicked? And again, who's the Horned Witch?"

Raine wanted to tell the Canems that they weren't safe here and to just run away and save themselves, but they knew it was fruitless to speak to memories. Avery turned and put a hand on his brother's shoulder, squatting down to get on his level. "James, I have no idea who the Horned Witch or why he's here, but what I do know is he's dangerous and we're not safe here." He explained, "We need to find Mum and Dad and get the hell out of here." James eyes widened as he listened to Avery speak. Once he was done, the younger Canem slowly nodded. "Come on, let's go!"

Avery picked Alice up again and made for the door, Jake behind him. It opened, and all three of them instantly got their senses assaulted by the intense smell of burning. Even Raine had to clamp a hand over their face lest the smell threaten to burn their nose off. They all stepped outside and James gasped at what he saw. Bodies! Charred burning bodies littering the street. What were once people they knew, now little more than smouldering piles. "A-Avery, are...are those...?"

"Don't look at them, James!" Avery said, clutching Alice's head into the crook of his neck, "Just focus on me and nothing else! Hold my tail and don't let go, okay?" With a scared whine, James grabbed hold of his brother's tail as the pair began running. He tried keep his eyes forward, off of the burning bodies around them, and instead on Avery's back and the top of Alice's head. He could hear soft whining and sobbing coming from her.

"We're gonna be alright, Alice!" He said, his voice lacking certainty, "We just gotta find Mummy and Daddy and then we'll...find somewhere else to live." The youngest Canem raised her head, tear stains visible on the fur under her eyes. She didn't look convinced. She lowered her head, pressing her face into her stuffed rabbit. James felt his chest tighten at seeing his sad little sister, causing him to turn his head away. His eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of a huge figure down one of the streets, an arm raised with a limp Canem in it's grasp as it let out a load triumphant bellow.

Who were these people? Why were they attacking his home? What had they done to deserve this?

The siblings turned a corner, where they stopped dead in their tracks. "Oh Titan!" Avery whispered, his eyes wide and his voice shaken. The building their parents worked in was up in flames. Huge fires roared out of the shattered windows, the crackling almost deafening.

"MUM! DAD!" James screamed, rushing past his brother.

"JAMES, NO!" Avery yelled, making a grab for the younger Canem, but he had already sprinted into the door of the building. He groaned in frustration at James' recklessness, not noticing the figure approaching from behind.

"MUM?! DAD?!" James called out into the inferno, "WHERE ARE YOU?" He kept his paw clamped over the end of his snout as to not breathe in too much of the suffocating smoke that filled the room. The heat from the fires burned his eyes, as did the smoke make seeing anything difficult. Raine wanted so desperately to grab the boy and rush out of that place before it all came collapsing down on top of them. They couldn't help but groan at themselves. They felt so...powerless.

James searched and searched, almost getting crushed by a burning rafter falling into his path. Finally, his eyes settled on something that, despite the intense heat, made his blood turn to ice. A pair of Canems lay under a fallen rafter, one with black fur and another with beige fur. His parents!

"MUM! DAD!" the boy screamed, rushing over and dropping to his knees, shaking his mother's arm, "Wake up! Please wake up! MUM!" His begs went unheeded, his parents remained motionless. Tears flowed freely down James' furry face as he rapidly sucked in what stifling air there was around him. "Please! Get up!" He whispered, bringing his mother's paw to his face as he cried into it. His parents were gone!

A scream from outside reached James' ears, causing him to shoot up. "ALICE!" With one last mournful look at his parents, the boy raced out of the burning building and back into the much cooler and fresher air. But his relief was short lived as he froze up once again. Avery and Alice both lay on the floor, their bags and their contents strewn across the ground. Alice' stuffed rabbit laid in her limp paw. But it wasn't just this sight that terrified James, but the man standing there.

A figure knelt over Avery's body, moving his hand over the boy. His back faced James, but he could see what looked like long antlers protruding from the top of his head. Raine instantly knew who it was, their jaw clenching in unadultered hatred. Belos! Fleshy squelching noises could be heard from behind the man, as well as pained moans from Avery.

"Wha-What are you doing to him?" James cried, causing the figure to stop. He slowly turned, revealing a near featureless masked face, its empty eyeholes burning into the petrified Canem's very soul. The Horned Witch stood to his full height as he slowly prowled towards James.

"What fine fur you have, boy." He spoke, his voice a raspy whisper. He raised his right arm, revealing it to be made of shining metal with clawed fingers, each of stained with blood. "Why don't you give it to me!" James shook violently, barely able to breathe as the Witch advanced.

"NO!" A voice yelled, Avery leaping forward and sticking a knife into the Horned Witch's leg. He let out a groan and fell to his knees, the Canem climbing onto him and getting him in a headlock. "JAMES, RUN!"

"A-Avery!" James croaked, the words sticking in his throat as he reached a paw forward.

"Don't worry about me, just grab Alice and run!"

The Horned Witch laughed darkly. "Brave, but stupid!" He taunted, raising his metal arm as it crackled with magic energy.

"AVER-" James was unable to finish before the Horned Witch punched the ground, making a huge shockwave that send him flying through the air. The poor Canem screamed as he soared across the village, landing hard on the ground just on the outskirts. His bag had cushioned much of his initial impact with the ground, but the momentum sent him tumbling around. Finally, when he stopped, James moaned in pain, clutching a paw around his body.

He tried to stand up, but helped whenever he put pressure down on one of his legs. With no other options, he began limping away, out of the village and into the surrounding forest. He dared one last look back, feeling his heart break at his home going up in flames. James screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw before attempting to rush away.

He didn't know how long or far he ran, but he just kept going. His home was no longer safe, and the Horned Witch could have been following him for all he knew. The whole way, James whined and yelped whenever he had to step on his bad leg, the pain nearly unbearable. But he couldn't stop, not until he was far away from here.

James felt like he had limped across miles. His legs ached, his lungs screamed for air, everything hurt terribly. Completely and utterly drained, the boy fell against a tree and slid down it. He tried to pull air into his starved lungs, not that his sobbing helped with that. In such a short span of time, he'd lost everything. His home, his family, everything!

With nothing else to be done, James scrunched his face up and let it fall into his knees that he clutched to his chest. Heartbreaking whines and sobs came from the boy, choked gasps for air peppering his cries. "Avery!" He whispered, "Mum, Dad...Alice! A-Anybody, Please...come back! I-I'm scared!"

Raine felt like their heart was being tied in knots at the sight of the Canem boy. Seeing him curled up with no one to comfort him. They walked forward and attmepted to pick James up, to show that someone cared, to let him know that he wasn't alone, but their hands phased right through him. The boy remained unphased by their attempt at comfort. Raine looked down at their hand and sighed in defeat. They took one last look at James, still curled up and crying. It took all of their willpower to turn back around and leave the memory.

Raine found themselves back in that dark forest of James' mindscape. They should have felt relief. The memory was over, they saw what really haplened to James, they got what they came for. But, that ever twisting pit in their stomach still refused to go away. They should have known from the start that coming here would be a harrowing experience, even just to watch. They didn't even notice they'd started crying until they felt wetness on their hands.

Raine couldn't hold it in anymore. They cried! They allowed the waterworks to flow. Thick tears streamed down their face, dripping off of their cheeks and onto the leaf-littered floor. The Bard Witch fell to their knees and pushed their glasses up with their hands to try and temper the flood. They cried for James, for all he lost, for the unimaginable pain he had to experience, for his lost family, for the whole Canem race. Feeling like they were there and being unable to do anything filled Raine with guilt. Their mind was trying to tell them it was just a memory and they couldn't have don anything anyway, but the experience still made them feel useless.

How could they be so stupid to come here? What did they expect to find? Closure? All they found here was confirming that James had everything he cared out torn from him in less than an hour.

As they knelt there, another sound cut through the silence. Crying, and it wasn't their own. Raine wiped their wet eyes and fixed their glasses before standing and searching for where that was coming from. They searched through the darkness as best they could, the only indication of distance being that the sound increased in volume. Finally, after several minutes of looking, they found the source of the crying.

A figure was curled up against one of the trees, legs hugged to their chest and face in their knees. It was James, in the same position he was at the end of the last memory. But what was he doing here? Then, Raine remembered Eda mentioning an 'inner self', which she said was some kind of manifestation of James' thoughts and emotions. "James?" They said quietly, hoping they could interact with this version of him in some way.

Inner James slowly raised his head, his furry face covered in tear stains as he looked up at Raine with a sad gaze. "Oh, it's you!" He croaked, "Y-You're that nice Witch that found James yesterday." Raine found it odd that Inner James referred to himself in the third person, but that was the least of their concerns right now. "What are you still...doing here?"

"I heard you crying," Raine replied, "and I just couldn't leave you here in this state, not after what I've seen."

Inner James sighed and let out a long whine. "What's the point? They're all...dead!" He clamped his paw over his face as a new wave of tears came. "My family is dead! My people are all dead!" The whole forest seemed to warp around Raine as the poor Canem sobbed. "I have no one!"

"You have me!"

Inner James stopped, slowly bringing his face from his paws. "What?"

"I'm here for you, James!" Raine said, "Ever since I found you, I have wanted nothing more than to take your pain away from you. I know that that is impossible, that mental scars cannot be cured, but that won't stop me from helping them fade. I want to help you heal, to pull you from the darkness that threatens to consume you, to see you return to that happy boy I saw in your memories."

Inner James simply stared up at Raine, his mouth hung slightly open as he let go of the grip he had on his legs. Was the Witch really...offering him their help? He couldn't help but straighten up and listen on.

"I know I can never hope to match, or Titan forbid, replace the family that you've lost, but I want you to know that I care about you. I care about your wellbeing. When you're sad, I can't help but feel this pit in my stomach and a need to comfort you. A need to tell you that despite all that has happened to you, I'm here for you. I only want what's best for you, and what I believe is best for you is that you know you have someone you can rely on."

Inner James slowly got to his feet, his look of disbelief still plastered on his face. "You...You'll...care about me?" He all but squeaked. Raine couldn't help but notice that the darkness around them seemed to clear a bit. They could even make out the trees in the near distance.

The Bard Witch smiled warmly. "Forever and always! Cross my sac!" They made an x over their chest before opening their arms.

Inner James' eyes filled up with tears again as a strangled sob escaped his throat. He charged forward and almost knocked Raine over in a tackle of a hug. They felt him grip his arms around their body tightly and bury the top of his face into their chest, gasping sobs escaping him.

"Thank you!" Inner James whispered, small, shaky and breathy laughs escaping him, "Th-Thank you so much!"

Raine stroked a hand down across the top of the Canem's head. "You don't have to thank me, my boy. Not ever!" They said, feeling their own tears falling down their cheeks.

They looked around at their surroundings, the darkness almost completely gone to reveal the whole forest. It was certainly a step in the right direction to have James' mind cleared. Raine knew it would not be an easy or quick path for the boy to overcome his trauma, but they knew one thing indeed.

They would never give up on James!

Well, it took a long while, but the first part of chapter 3 is done. I hit a huge case of writer's block while doing this chapter and had to take a big break. It was then I figured that I should only write when I can, otherwise the quality of the writing would suffer. I've nailed it down to doing little bits every day. Hopefully, part two and subsequent chapters shouldn't take as long.

Please, by all means, tell me what you think? Comments, reblogs, asks, anything! It doesn't even matter if you loved it or hated it, tell me all your thoughts.

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munsster · 3 years ago

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hello!! any chance we could get something steddie X reader ? idk what but something good and comforting (or even angst + comfort) for the soul because it's fucking emo hours in the real world and I hate it here lmao. if not, that's all good. thank you for your time 💞

ill and idle talk

A/N: um absofuckinglutely i will, i wrote this at 1:30 am after sobbing for a good 20. annd i’ve been thinking about them ALL week so here u go, nonnie. they are so pretty, i love our boyfriends <3

Pairings: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader, Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: Your boys never want you to be scared of telling them anything. But sometimes, it’s fated. 2.5k words.

Warnings: fluff, cursing, hurt/comfort, sickness, very very minor angst/worry, taking medicine (pill form), nakedness/bathing, pet names (sunshine, bug, baby, honey, sweets), cuddling, kissing

Phlegm's a bitch. You know that now, and your nostril has been clogged since yesterday. Which means you tossed and turned through the chilled night, shivering and sniffling and hacking up whatever dripped down your throat. You felt kind of gross. Curled in on yourself and flip-flopping between overheating and freezing, which was frustrating enough without the phone's constant shrill ringing.

But you can't take the lecture right now. Not in the hallowed halls of your childhood home. Not standing on wobbly feet that are numb with frost. You'd rather keep the lights off and duck under your pillow. Then the phone stopped. And silence coaxed you in, a little staticky as the absence of screeching settled into the dry wall of the empty house.

But only once the smoke had cleared did a spark finally catch, fist pounding on the door.

"You alive in there, sunshine?"

That's who you were worried about. Tucked in his favorite sweater, pushing a hand through his floppy hair, frowning over nothing was Steve. Fretting and fussing like he's not barely twenty and stress sweating over it. You roll over, nudging deeper into your thick comforter, tucking it around your shoulders with a sigh.

"Spare key," you grumble, loud enough muffled behind linens, but he already had it pinched between his fingers before he got out of his beamer. A gust of cool air rushes in behind him, so he slams the front door and shuffles down the hall to your creaking bedroom, kneeling beside your bed and tilting his head.

Reluctantly, and only after he brushes his fingers across your forehead, you open your eyes to his worry. Staring between his furrowed brows and the soft pink tint below his droopy eyes.

"You're burning up," he huffs, "lemme run you a bath."

But you won't have it, burying your damp face into your mountainous hoard of cotton sheets and down pillows because at least it's warm. Where he's standing, the light is blinding and cold air lingers like fog up from the carpet.

"Come on, please, you been stewing in here for a day and a half. You're not getting any better, and we miss you," he coos, running the tips of two fingers down the exposed slope of your shoulder, fiddling with the thick strap of your tank top and sighing.

"Alright... well, can I at least make you something to eat? Maybe soup or a nice afternoon breakfast?"

"Don't want it," you grumble.

"How 'bout a glass of water?"

"Nuh-uh."

He drops his head, a little defeated by your stubbornness and hating what it'll make him do. But you're satisfied and smiling at the return of softened silence. Like butter left out in the summer time, melting from the inside out, smooth across the scratchy surface of toast, messy in its little porcelain dish.

"Sweetheart," he coos, "you gotta get up. Or I'm gonna call him, and you're not gonna like it—"

"Leave me alone, Steve. I'm fine."

Oh, but now he's not feeling very nice. In fact, his cheeks burn a little because you've bested him. Even if you're not fine, it's not fair how much he cares about you only for you to disregard yourself like nothing.

"No. I came all the way over here for you, and—you had me worried sick, baby, I'm serious, I thought something really bad happened—"

"I didn't ask you to," you pant.

"Ouch," he huffs, "but a lot of the things I do without you having to ask are because I care about you"—there's a soft shuffling as he crosses the room, tip toeing to dodge crumpled tissues and water bottles on the way to your landline. You hear it ring, the handheld little speaker whirring and buzzing from where he stands with a hand perched on his hip—"Definitely a fever. Been bundled up since Wednesday... I know... that's what I said... up to you... m'kay... okay. We'll see you in a bit, then. Alright. Love you."

"Don't want any trouble, Stevie," you whisper, and he sighs, feeling his shoulders hunch forward. Because he knows from the hitch in your breath that you're about to cry.

"You're not in trouble, honey, it's just..."—he turns with a hand carding through his soft and brown hair, but he can't bring himself to your eyes and the way you sniffle under the covers—"you know how much I love you, but if I can't get you to eat somethin', then I'm gonna need backup."

Steve's light-footed back to you. Seated against your bent knees, knuckles in-line along the warmth of your bundled thigh. He deflates deeper; he looks so tired, and your heart wenches at his sudden mindlessness. Sweeping through the motions with only a backdrop of feeling. His back curls like a cat when he leans down, cool breath fanning across your temple to kiss your cheek. You rustle from underneath, jutting your chin out and puckering your lips. He beams down at you, and though the smile doesn't reach his eyes, he still looks soft and happy. And he kisses you.

He kisses you like the rest of it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter that you're sweating into his palm and squirming to kiss him deeper. Or that you're still stubborn while giggling against his cold mouth.

"Shh, 'm tryin' to kiss you, sunshine," he hums.

"Shit!" You shriek and weasel your hand out to push his chest Away. He rears back with eyes wide.

"What? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, but..."

"... But what? Don't leave me hangin'," he teases, leaning down again, but you squirm and curl your fingers into his sweater's loose collar.

"You're gonna get sick, that's what!" you chirp, "You're gonna catch my fever, and then we'll have to bundle you up, too—"

"It's a little late for that, don'tcha think?"

You squint up at him, fingertips still hanging from his cableknit, weighing his neck down more than pushing him away. Drawing him closer in a weak attempt to preserve his fragile health. But it's all in vain when his nose bumps yours, and he cups your jaw and tilts your head back so he can kiss you like he missed you. Because he was all pacing by the phone for days, forgetful and manic during car rides with Eddie, and when it started to drizzle this morning, he couldn't find it in himself to feel comforted when he knew something was missing.

"There you are," Eddie hoots, locking the front door behind him and toeing his boots off by the welcome mat. He jogs down the hall, unsheathing two palm-sized bottles from the pockets of his slick leather jacket. "Sorry I barged in. Door was unlocked."

You nod deeper into your pillow. As Eddie presses a kiss to Steve's temple, his ringed knuckles go soft along your temple.

"Looks like someone's got the flu," he says, sitting cross-legged on the floor, chain jangling against his thigh, and he scoots closer, "how're you feelin', bug? Brought you Vicks and some acetamino-whatever." He taps the edge of the small pill bottle against his palm, holding a white oval in between his thumb and forefinger. Steve lifts the glass of water to your clammed up hand, and you quickly swallow the pill down with a gulp.

"Oh, so you'll listen to him but not me," Steve teases, palming your side as you sit up and rest your head on his shoulder. You chuckle and nudge at his jugular with the bridge of your nose.

"How can you say no to those eyes?"

Eddie laughs and pats Steve's thigh.

"Fair enough," he huffs. Eddie snaps the light blue hairband from Steve's wrist, tying his wild hair back and tossing his heavy jacket over the foot of your bed.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

You hum and let Eddie tuck his arm across your back to help you stand. And Steve thinks Eddie has always been good at that. At convincing both of you. He never liked metal or hard rock until Eddie asked him to one of his gigs. He was goo-goo-eyed the whole set, knowing he'd fall for any of Eddie's cons again and again.

Steve's thick sleeves bunch around his elbows, fingertips skimming the soapy and shallow water climbing the sides of the white porcelain tub, rippling out from the faucet in guttural waves, and slapping up against the edges. Eddie has you perched half-naked on the toilet seat, thumbing the minty, slimy gel over your chest, paying sweet attention to the base of your neck as you lean into his touch.

"Should be warm enough," Steve says, cranking the handle until the nozzle runs dry. And when you look at him with lazily hooded eyes, he looks so pretty. The steam licks at his chin, curling up around his cheeks and dashing smile. It threads into his hair, makes it damp until it goes a little flat.

"Thank you, Steve," Eddie coos. He stands with one hand slotting fingers with yours, pushing the other through Steve's hair, slicking it back through no purpose of his own besides tilting his head back to give him a wet kiss.

You finally breathe easy, sliding down into the bath, thick slabs of bubble creeping up your calves. They sit watching you like predators, glancing across the way at each other as Eddie slumps mirror to Steve, sat back on his haunches and arm laid across the edge of the tub. Except, maybe less like predators and more like they care. More like Steve cupping the hot water in his palm and pouring it down your back. And he does it again when you sigh.

"Feelin' better, sunshine?"

But you just tuck your chin, eucalyptus and lavender coiling along your upper lip, and you wipe the snot from your nose with the back of your hand.

"Gross," you whisper, fingers wiggling beneath the short tide. Steve blinks, head swiveling to face Eddie who shrugs. His brows furrow, and he kicks at Eddie's thigh with a pointed frown.

"Hey," Eddie mumbles, glaring at Steve before going soft and catching a bead of sweat from your neck on his forefinger, "talk to us. What's goin' on?"

"Nothin'," you say.

"Nothin'? Really?"

"Mhm. Just... takin' a bath... with you two watching me," you sigh.

"Oh, well, we don't have to watch you, honey, we can wait for you out there," Steve says, insides flooding with concern and washing out his rosy cheeks, embarrassed and scrambling when you groan.

"It's fine."

"Doesn't sound fine to me," Eddie says.

"Oh, now you're listening?"

Steve flinches. "Woah, woah, hey, what's with the third degree?"

You open your mouth to speak, and when you look over, your eyes are red and tears roll down your wet cheeks. They're both stuck. Unmoving, stunned into silence with their hearts crashing to their stomach like thickly swallowed lead and sharp rocks. Refusing to settle and weighing them down. Only, with your eyes on Steve, he feels like he's on fire, blushing and hurt and a little fringed around the edges.

"You know, there's a reason I didn't take any calls or reach out," you sigh, breaking in your throat and hacking into your forearm, "It's not 'cause I didn't wanna talk to or see you two, alright? Because I did. And I do. But I don't need either of you to take care of me. I don't need to know you've seen me at my worst. I don't want to have forced you into caring about me. Well, too late, right?"

You turn to face the tiled wall, tracing your fingertip along the dip of grout between each one. All while Eddie goes to squeeze Steve's palm with a deep breath. Because he looks like he wants to die. Like it might be good to shrivel up if he's made you feel that way. Curling in on himself, feeling the knob of each of Eddie's knuckles with his fingers.

"You didn't..." Eddie sighs, "you didn't force us into anything, sweetheart. And you never have to worry about what we think of you because we love you. No matter what, got it? Even coughing all over us with snot pourin' out of your nose. Doesn't matter, okay?" He chuckles.

And he reaches for you, stroking the curve of your shoulder to coax you out again. To make it feel more like comfort than being bombarded. Because that's never what they wanted. They knew how you felt about the three of you. How they soothed your fears when it felt impossible. But in the end it was easier, you realized, to love and be loved like that. To feel together despite the noise and ruckus.

You turn to face them again, mouth tugged to the side. And Steve feels lighter when your fingertips rasp against his collar and up the column of his throat. No more scraping weight and heft where he sits. Just reaching.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. And he slants over the side of the tub to kiss your jaw in precious time, letting you feel the draw he has in your direction. Always, especially now, tugging as much as you are guiding.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Steve whispers, "we just care about you. A lot. And there's not harm in that."

You nod and let them lift you from the tub and towel dry your shivering body. Let them carry you to the bed and dress you in sweats and a tee. Let them feed you bits of vegetable washed down with a mild broth. Belly full, limbs laid out on the newly changed sheets, grabbing for something you can't quite convince the tip of your tongue to dictate.

Until Steve coils into your side, chin rested on the crown of your head, his warmth like a sauna with his sweater draped over your headboard. You palm his hot chest when he wraps around you with a husky groan straight from the maw, muzzling himself in the crook of your jaw, laying selfish kisses there until the skin is raw.

Then Eddie pads across the floor, arms outstretched and rings shoved into his pocket. He plops down and shakes the whole bed frame, settling as the mattress bounces and Steve’s heavy head thuds back against your throat. You whine and hold the back of his skull.

“Jesus, sorry, sorry,” Eddie pants when Steve flips him off.

“Good thing I’m all cozy,” he says, “Next time you won’t be so lucky, Munson.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and peers down at you. A wavy tendril slips from his low and loose bun, and you tuck it behind his ear. So he smiles and leans close. Fingertips tracing your nose, cupid’s bow, lips, and he tugs at your lower lip so he can kiss you with svelte and yearning intent. And after you kiss him, too, he settles with a grin, pressing one more to the heel of Steve’s palm. To rest further into stillness. Unhurried waking and the dewy relentlessness of influenza.

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago

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Grounded

Prompt: I know you don't let Patton, so I understand if you no want, but can we get some hurt/comfort pat? Maybe with janus or remus?? - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: character bleed, lite flavors of dissociation

Pairings: intrumoceit (sanders sides fandom why do we have the weirdest goddamn ship names I'm dying here) can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2087

As anyone who spends too much of their time reading things about characters receiving the things they want is wont to do, Patton spends a little too long reading something he maybe shouldn't have and now has to deal with the consequences of having many emotions that aren't actually his and, well, dealing with it.

Luckily, he's got some help.

He made a dumb choice.

It wasn’t like he meant to do it, and he didn’t mean for it to get this bad either, but he—okay, maybe he’s just bad at realizing when he doesn’t actually need to feel the feelings and he can just—just—

Patton stares at the ceiling tiles. Have there always been little scratch marks on that one? They look like they’re from a cat.

He wants a cat.

You’re allergic, he hears Logan’s voice drifting in from ages away, it wouldn’t work out.

But Patton wants something to cuddle now and he can’t find anything because he can’t get up because of stupid feelings.

His phone still lies next to him, the screen just flickering to black as he glances over. He blinks once, twice. Who knew people were so good at making him feel things?

Okay, he did read the tags, but like…that’ll only get you so far. And it’s not the author’s fault, they did tag it, and he’s—he’s fine. He’s fine. This will go away. It’s just a bad time right now. It’ll be fine.

It’ll be fine.

“Ho, ho,” and that’s Remus, isn’t it, “who’s having a not-fun time right now?”

He can hear the record scratch as Remus’s gaze lands on him and barely has time to blink before a concerned face is leaning over him. Remus reaches down and lightly smacks his cheek.

“Pat-Pat?”

“Hi, Remus.”

Remus’s face softens, sitting on the edge of the couch. “I heard a bad thing, are you okay? Wait, no, stupid question.”

“’S not stupid.”

Remus frowns and runs a hand through Patton’s hair. The soft touch makes him want to close his eyes. Why is he so heavy?

“Patton. Patton.”

Oh, Remus is calling him.

“Hey,” Remus murmurs as he opens his eyes again, “what’s going on? You look…floaty.”

‘Floaty’ is a good way to describe it. “I made a mistake.”

“Okay,” he says without missing a beat, “what’s going on?”

“I, uh, read something I don’t think I should have.”

“Like, it-suddenly-had-sex-in-it shouldn’t have or it’s-giving-me-character-bleed shouldn’t have?”

“The—the second one.”

Remus makes an ‘ah’ sound and ruffles Patton’s hair again. “Roro does the same.”

“Of course he does.”

An affectionate roll of Remus’s eyes as he stands up. Something in Patton wants to reach out, ask him to stay, but he doesn’t have time before Remus’s arms are winding carefully under him.

“What…?”

“You’re having a bad time,” Remus says softly, hefting Patton into his arms like he weighs nothing, “I’m gonna help.”

“Um…”

Remus pauses. “Is that okay?”

“…do I even weigh anything to you?”

“Nah. It’s like carrying a kitten.” Remus nuzzles into Patton’s hair. “A big floppy kitten.”

The image of Remus with a massive cat in his arms makes him giggle as Remus carries him up the stairs. He pushes the door to Patton’s room open with his shoulder and lays him down on the bed.

“Now,” he says, sitting next to him, “do you need to ride this out or do you want me to try and get rid of it?”

Patton’s fingers clutch at Remus’s costume. “Getting rid of stuff is bad. Logan said so. We’re not supposed to try and force them out.”

He feels more than hears Remus’s breath catch in his throat and when he speaks next, his voice is wet. “Oh, Pat-Pat, you’re such a softy.”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, then. Riding it out it is.” The hand is back in his hair and his eyes drift shut. Remus is warm. How is Remus so warm? “I dunno, you gotta ask Roman. We both run super hot.”

“…is that why Janus is always hanging off of you in the winter?”

Remus chuckles. “Yeah, probably. I know he wants Roman as his space heater as well ‘cause sometimes I gotta do things that he doesn’t wanna be around for.”

“Has he asked?”

A sigh warms the top of his head, somewhere between fond exasperation and bittersweet resignation. “You know Roro. He’ll give up his own heart if someone else asks for it and not give a damn that he’s bleeding all over the floor except that he’ll have to clean it up.”

…that is true.

“They’re getting there,” Remus murmurs, still ruffling Patton’s hair, “but it’s gonna take them a bit. Until then I don’t mind.”

The floatiness is beginning to subside but in its wake comes a terrible heaviness that immediately threatens tears in the corners of his eyes. Remus notices because of course he does and in a flash he’s cradling Patton’s head in his hands.

“Hey, hey, Pat-Pat, what’s wrong? Shh, shh, you’re okay, am I hurting you?”

“’S so much,” he warbles, pawing clumsily at Remus, “’s—’s not mine but it’s so much an’—an’ I—“

“Cmon, let it out, kitten, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Remus must’ve changed because Patton’s face meets soft cotton as Remus scoops him to his chest. “Better out than in, Pat-Pat, it’s alright.”

The sobs come in waves, the heaviness sinking so deeply into his chest one moment, receding and leaving him grey and cold the next. He loses track of where he is, swept up in the waves of strange and impersonal emotions, clutching Remus’s shirt as a warm hand runs up and down his back.

Remus stays with him, murmuring a litany of comforts, nuzzling the top of his head and pressing chaste kisses to his temple. His fingers idly trace patterns between Patton’s shoulder blades, rubbing firm circles when the sobs start to sound painful.

“Hey,” he whispers when Patton finally goes limp, “it’s okay, you feeling a little more like you?”

Patton nods blearily. “Thanks for staying.”

“Of course, kitten.” Remus grins as Patton’s cheeks flush. “Too much?”

He shakes his head even as his ears burn brighter. Remus softens, another kiss against his forehead.

“I’m not trying to tease, I promise.”

“I know.”

“You wanna try and get back on your feet a bit more? Or you wanna lie here?”

Now that he’s cried, his shirt sticks to his chest and arms, tacky with sweat. His glasses lie lopsided on his face, face all stiff and swollen. As warm as Remus is, parts of him are freezing and other parts feel like they’re about to combust.

“…c-can I…clean up?”

“Yeah, kitten, you can.” Remus ruffles his hair. “You good to move on your own?”

…he can, but he doesn’t want to.

“Can I call Janny?”

Patton blinks. “Janus?”

“Yeah. He’s the best at, uh, this part.”

“…really?”

“Hey,” Remus chides, tugging playfully at his hair, “don’t knock it ‘till you try it, okay?”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just—“

“Shh, shh, kitten, it’s okay. I was teasing.”

“I’ve never had—“

“Patton,” Remus sighs, “calm down. Shh, shh, come here, yes, that’s it, I’m right here, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Janus won’t be mad, you didn’t do anything wrong. That’s it…shh, shh…oh, kitten…”

Patton sniffles. “Sorry.”

“No, I should’ve known better. You’re really fragile right now.”

“‘M not.”

Remus just raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, you are,” and there’s no condemnation in his voice, “and that’s okay.”

“…maybe.”

Remus smiles, leaning down and resting their foreheads together. Patton can’t feel anything other than the weight of the hand on his shoulder and the mattress under him, but he knows Remus is there.

“Can I call Janny,” Remus asks again after a moment, “can he help?”

Patton’s fingers find their way shyly around Remus’s wrist and he nods.

A few moments later, there’s a telltale rustle of fabric as the door opens.

“Well, this is certainly an expected surprise,” drawls a familiar voice, “and I’m not at all upset that you’ve disrupted my schedule.”

Oh. Was he in the middle of something? Did—did they mess up his schedule?

He doesn’t get to stay in that train of self-doubt for long, though, because two seconds later, Janus glances over and sees him weakly clutching Remus and he barely has time to blink before there’s another concerned face hovering over him.

“Sweetie,” Janus murmurs, expression open and soft, “can you hear me?”

Patton nods dumbly. Janus smiles.

“Good. Can I ask Remus to catch me up?”

Another nod.

“Character bleed,” Remus says softly, “too many emotions that aren’t his.”

Janus makes a quiet noise of understanding and stands up. “Have you gotten any food or water in him?”

“Not yet.”

A cool glass is pressed into his hand. “Drink, sweetie. Don’t want you getting dehydrated.”

Patton sips at the water as Janus bustles about the room. Remus reminds him to go slow, carefully taking the empty glass and setting it on the table. He keeps one hand under Patton’s head, playing absentmindedly with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“All done?” Janus holds out his hands. “How about a rinse-off? It might make you feel better.”

“But standing.”

Janus chuckles. “You do know you can sit and lie down in the shower, right?” When Patton just blinks at him, wide-eyed, he rolls his eyes fondly and leans down to scoop him up. “Come on, sweetie.”

“Eep!”

“Hey, easy,” Remus barks as Janus starts to carry him to the bathroom, “be gentle, Janny.”

“I will never be anything but.”

“Now that is a lie.”

“I won’t,” Janus whispers just for Patton to hear, “I won’t hurt you.”

Patton just nuzzles into his collar. Janus smiles, setting him on the edge of the counter and sliding his glasses from his nose.

“Are you alright from here?”

“Mhm.”

Janus narrows his eyes. “Are you saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear or it is true?”

When Patton hesitates, he steps closer.

“I’m not mad, sweetie.”

“…I don’t know.”

“I’ll get the shower going. And—“ he slides two fingers under the hoodie sleeves and undoes the knot— “you can do the rest?”

“Okay.”

True to his word, Janus leaves the bathroom once the shower is warm, leaving Patton to get in. He can’t feel the warmth of it, not really, not over the pressure of the water pounding over his head and shoulders. Slowly, he eases himself down, letting the water run over his front.

Oh.

…well, now he really doesn’t want to stand up.

There’s a quiet knock at the door an undetermined amount of time later, rousing him from a daze as he fumbles to shut the water off. He looks up blearily as he tugs the towel down to dry off, dressing in the big t-shirt and shorts he keeps in here.

“Patton? Are you alright?”

“Mhm. Coming.”

“No rush, sweetie.”

Oh. They made his bed. Janus holds his arms out, smiling as Patton stumbles across the room.

“Your hair is all wet,” he says, but it isn’t scolding, only slightly bemused as he catches him.

“Here, kitten,” Remus’s voice says before there’s a towel over his head.

Distantly, he can hear the two of them having a conversation.

“’Kitten?’”

“Tell me he doesn’t look like a stray kitten when he’s all sad and weepy.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with your ability you share with Roman, would it?”

“Shut up.”

“Just because he can summon puppies—“

“Janny, shut up.”

Janus chuckles as Patton’s face reemerges from the towel. “Hello, sweetie. Is that better?”

“Mhm.” He blinks slowly. “‘M tired.”

“I bet.” A hand slips under his arm and guides him to bed. “Have a nap, sweetie. You’ll feel better.”

“W-will—will you stay?”

Remus is already sitting on the edge of the bed with Patton’s head practically in his lap, hand carding through his hair before Patton has a chance to finish his sentence. Janus just smiles and reaches out to pat his chest.

“Go on, sweetie,” he whispers, “we’ll stay.”

“‘M I warm enough to be a space heater?”

Janus’s eyes widen. “You—you told him?”

Of course, Remus just cackles.

“Remus!”

“He asked, Janny, I’m not you, I don’t lie all the time.”

There’s enough softness in their voices to tell Patton they’re not actually fighting and he falls asleep with his heart full of his affection for them to the sounds of bickering.

“Okay, but have you seen what he looks like when he’s cold?”

“That is not the point.”

“So it is the point.”

“Remus!”

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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okay okay imagine you asking peter if you can try the webshooters and he like comes up behind you and puts his hands on yours and shows you how to use them 😳😳😳

very sexy of him to do that..... also this is kinda long lol hahahaha aha

there’s nothing you love more than when peter shares his superhero stories with you. he’s so passionate about it all, beaming through each one and appreciating the fact that someone wants to listen. everyone else he can tell has started to get bored of them. yep, even ned. no one ever saw that one coming.

you also love hearing about the little things, like what peter does on patrol and how he makes his webs. another web related thing you’ve been meaning to ask about is the way he shoots them. he’s got his webshooters, which you know about, but you’re curious as to how they work. you take the opportunity to find out when he’s messing around with them one day.

“peter?” you get his attention from the top bunk of his bed. he has an empty cartridge between his teeth, floppy hair falling into his eyes as he presses down. a thin white string emerges from his fingers and hits the wall. “finally. yeah babe?” “how do you do that?” you ask, chin propped in both hands, looking down at him with a grin.

“what, shoot my webs?” peter turns around in his swirly chair to see you. “mhm. i’ve been wondering for a while,” you tell him all nicely. he spits the web cartridge onto his desk and smirks. “well, sometimes i use a sock or whatever, but i really like when you help me-“

“peter! oh my god, you’re insane,” you groan and sit up on your knees. everything has to be an innuendo with him. “what? you asked me!” he insists, chuckling at his own terrible joke. “no one wants to hear about your... sock. i was being serious. seriously, i wanna know,” you try, peter licking his lower lip. “alright, alright. sorry.”

he extends one of his arms towards the wall again. “basically, you just figure out where you wanna shoot, then,” he pushes a little button in the center of his wrist, a web flinging out. you widen your eyes. “that’s it,” peter says, like he didn’t just do the coolest thing ever.

“that’s it?” you repeat, swinging your legs over the bunk bed ladder. he nods slowly while you make your way down it. “yeah, it’s pretty straightforward. anyone can do it.” you walk over to him with a wicked smile that makes his face twist in confusion. “interesting you say that,” you take his open hand and trace your fingers over it. “can i shoot your webs?”

peter fake gasps. “not when may’s home.” you stop your movements and narrow your eyes at him. it’s a warning. “kidding, baby. sure,” he corrects himself. “yay, i get to be spider-woman,” you cheer up, grinning at peter as he slips the webshooters off. peter exhales a breathy laugh and holds them out for you. “here, put these on.”

you take them and quirk an eyebrow. for something that’s supposed to be easy to use, they look complicated. “um, how am i supposed to do that?” you frown at the gadgets you’re holding. “i’ll help you,” peter happily offers, coming to stand behind you. he takes them from you and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“open your hands for me,” he tells you. you do as he says, peter taking your right hand in his. “this part goes around your wrist,” he explains, fastening the first one on you, adjusting it to fit. “comfy?” “yeah, that’s good,” you murmur back. “good,” peter agrees. the other one comes next, leaving you geared up.

“let me know how that feels,” peter says with a kiss to your collarbone. “still good. thanks,” you giggle, bringing a hand up to ruffle his curls like you usually do. he quickly ducks out of the way. “no, no, no, no, no. the webs, y/n/n! they’ll get stuck.” you roll your eyes into the back of your head. “you and your hair. i wasn’t gonna press it-“

“they’re sensitive,” peter speaks quieter now, clearing his throat after his mini freak out. he returns his chin back to your shoulder and smiles sheepishly over at you. you can’t help but smile back. “so are you. love you, though.” “mm, i love you. ready to try?” he winds his arms around you and takes your hands.

“i hope so. i’m kinda nervous, i don’t wanna mess up any of the work you just did on them,” you admit, staring down at all the wires and compartments on your wrists. “you won’t. i only reloaded my web cartridges,” peter assures you, fingers gilding up and down your palms. “okay, if you say so. what do i do again?” you cock your head to the side.

peter locks his fingers with yours and hums. “can i show you?” “please,” you nod kind of furiously. “ok, first,” he lets go of your hands and puts them on top of yours instead. “you bring these two fingers down here.” you let him push down both your middle and ring fingers, all the way to the big button. “then?” you ask, another smile painting your face.

“you aim, and release when you wanna stop,” peter replies, pointing your hand up towards the ceiling. “should i shoot now?” you check with him and bite your lip in concentration. he gives you the go ahead. “we’ll do it together, okay? one, two, three.” you both press down on the button, and surely enough, out comes a web. it stays stuck to peter’s ceiling.

“oh shit, i did it!” you squeal out, peter giving you a soft kiss on the side of your neck. “see? told you anyone could.” “i wanna try it alone now!” you request. he takes his hands off yours and holds you by your middle. “all you, spider-woman.” remembering everything peter taught you, you bring your fingers to the button, find a spot in his room not covered in webs, and shoot.

“wow, i can’t believe i’m doing this,” you laugh and shoot another quick one. peter grins to himself over how much fun you’re having. “i feel like it takes a lot of skill, though. when you’re actually swinging,” you compliment his technique. you’re sure he’s hiding one to not seem like a show off. “honestly, it does. it’s really about your fingers,” he answers with a squeeze at your waist.

“your fingers...” you turn to look at him and smirk the same way he did earlier. “that must be why you’re so good at... you know.” “y/n!” peter whines, burying his face in your shoulder before it turns too pink.

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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Hello! Um hopefully this is ok but can you do a platonic poly relationship with tech reader and philza? And one day the reader comes over to there abode with a basket full of sweets and pastries (muffins bread ect-) also cottagecore quiet reader please she/they pronouns

Thank you! :D

(A/N): I’m back yall! Sorry I’ve been gone (in terms of writing/request doing) for so long, I just kinda lost motivation to write for a bit

Ok so you’re childhood best friends with Technoblade

You two met when you accidentally bumped into each other in the village by the sbi fam’s house

You were calmly along the cobblestone path when a cute dress in a store window caught your eye. You kept walking, but you were eyeing the dress as you walked by it. It was just your aesthetic: a vintage ruby red dress with laces tying the two sides together, a floused opening to the bottom of the dress, and puffy white sleeves. It looked like it was in your size too. It was absolutely perfect.

Just as you were about to walk into the store to check out the price, you bumped into someone and fell to the ground behind you. Looking up, you saw that the person that you bumped into was also on the ground looking at you. You saw that the boy was about your age with fair skin and long pastel pink hair tied into a messy ponytail. Peculiarly, he had small tusks poking out from his bottom lip, floppy pig ears on the top of his head, and crimson eyes. A piglin hybrid perhaps?

Feeling a small blush work it’s way onto your face, you quickly got up and held out a hand to the boy. “I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay? Here, let me help you up.”

He looked at your hand for a bit before he grabbed it with his own and allowed you to haul him up to his feet. You looked him up and down scanning him for any injuries he might’ve gotten from the fall. Luckily, it didn’t look like he got hurt. The boy looked down at his feet and bent over to pick up the picnic basket and the few muffins that dropped out of it. Putting the muffins back in, he handed the basket back to you with a small smile and a blush of his own.

“It’s really no problem, I’m fine so it’s no harm done. Actually,” he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wasn’t looking where I was going either. I got distracted by that sword in the window.” He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder at the armory shop next to the dress shop. In the window was a shining golden sword glimmering in the bright sunlight. If you squinted, you could see a sign that said that it had a high level fire aspect and looting enchantments.

“Well, it looks really pretty. I don’t know much about swords, so maybe you could tell me about them? I’m (y/n),” you gave him a small smile and stuck out your hand once more. He shook it with a grin, “Technoblade.”

That was the start of a beautiful friendship with him and his family

You met Philza, his father

The avian was extremely excited and happy that his quietest son finally made a new friend

He treated you like you were his own daughter

You might as well be a part of the family with how much you came over to babysit Tommy or to just relax with Techno

You always bring over a basket of baked treats/pastries whenever you came over

Lemme just say, the family feasted and always fought over the last one

When you started to come over at least once a day for a bit with a basket full of sweets, Philza had to pull you aside and ask you to slow down a bit with the treats

“Hey (y/n) could I actually talk to you for a second?”

“Sure! Tech, I’ll be out in a sec.” The piglin hybrid curtly nodded and walked out the back door to the backyard. You smiled at Philza before you set the basket down onto the table and started to put the rolls onto a plate.

“I know it’s not much today, I didn’t have much time yesterday to bake.”

“That’s fine, but it’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Internally, you began to panic slightly. Oh Ender, you didn’t do anything bad did you? You couldn’t think of anything you did wrong. In fact, you actively avoided any wrongdoing or talking to strangers. Oh no, were you accidentally rude to someone?

“You aren’t in trouble,” he smiled lightly when he saw you slump in relief, “I was just wondering why you always bring over baked things. Don’t get me wrong, they’re delicious and we really appreciate that you take the time to make us things, but we kinda have a little too much. Maybe slow down a bit with bringing them over?”

You felt an embarrassed blush spread across your face as you nodded and put all your focus into transferring the bread rolls over to the plate. “Sorry Phil, I just bake whenever I’m stressed or bored and I just have a lot left over after I give some to my family.”

“And that’s completely valid! Just maybe don’t bring over so much, breaking up the fights with Tommy, Wil, and Tech just gets a bit much at times,” he grinned and clapped a hand over your shoulder.

As the years passed, you and Techno only grew closer

You taught Techno how to do meticulous neat braids in his hair while in turn he taught you some self defense

Mans makes sure you can properly and efficiently wield a sword and shoot a bow and arrow

Poor guy can’t lose another friend

When he moves to the tundra, he invites you to live with him but you reluctantly refuse

You had Tommy and Wilbur to look after in L’manberg

Being pissed at Schlatt when he exiles them

Following them into exile leaving behind shocked Manbergians

They didn’t think you were capable of the screaming, let alone such profanity

Practically launching yourself at Techno when he agrees to helping Pogtopia

Him making sure that the withers don’t harm you, even going as far as hitting them and luring them away from you

Staying with Techno after L’manberg is reinstated under Tubbo’s rule

Starting to dislike leadership and governments in general after Tommy gets exiled (again)

Convincing Technoblade to let Tommy stay with you two

Absolutely hating governments when the Butcher Army places Philza under house arrest and rolls up to your guys’ house and takes Techno and Carl

They lock you in the house, but you pick the lock with the bobby pin you kept the bandana pinned to your hair with

You follow them to L’manberg and break down when you see the anvils crashing down onto Techno

Screaming profanities at the Butcher Army and taking out your sword to attack them not noticing when Techno runs away safely

Philza watching everything from the balcony and cheering you on

You almost take away one of Fundy’s (whom you considered to be your nephew until the whole Butcher Army incident) lives before you feel a sword slice your arm and an arrow shooting its way through your thigh

Turning, you gave Tubbo and Ranboo the fiercest glare you could as you were standing over a half-dead Fundy with a sword dripping blood hanging at your side

You, the soft spoken and sweet one that gave everybody baked goods wherever you went, screaming profanities at the festival and the execution was scary enough, but this?

Absolute nightmare fuel, gonna stick in their minds for a long time

You attempt to fight them but you lose and end up with injuries too severe for you to continue fighting

Philza being the one to yell at you to go home to the tundra telling you that Techno’s alive bc of a totem of undying

You felt kinda stupid after that, Technoblade never dies (you often half joked that he was immortal like Philza)

You limp home and get met with a bone crushing uncharacteristic hug from Techno

He patches you up after reassuring you that the blood on him wasn’t his (he tells you about the duel in great detail)

In turn you tell him about your 3 v 1 duel, feeling a bit dejected bc you ended up losing

Him being literally so proud of you for facing 3 people at once, but also scolding you slightly for going into it blindly

When Philza moves in, everything feels complete and fulfilled (at least to you)

You help Philza clean and dress his damaged wing

Also helping him do some physical therapy so that he could at least move it

Comforting him whenever he felt down about not being able to fly again

You invite him and Techno to cook with you and it surprisingly ends up better than you expected it to be

When Tommy betrays Techno, you and Philza end up being the only ones he could fully trust (later slowly adding Niki and Ranboo to the mix when The Syndicate is formed)

You are Harpocrates when The Syndicate is formed due to your quiet nature

Philza and Techno fully 100% supporting your decision of not wanting to reveal your identity

At the second meeting you show up with a full mask covering your face and the opposite of what you normally wore (more of a grunge type beat)

Only communicating in nods and writing at meetings, living up to your nickname

You never reveal your identity to Niki or Ranboo

Pleasant late night conversations around the fire with hot chocolate and your baked goods

Techno still lets you braid his hair (sometimes you even put flowers in it) from time to time

You braid Philza’s hair when it gets too long

Braid chains when yall get too bored? Hell yeah

Ultimately, you three become a strong family unit (goals)

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supercorpkid · 4 years ago

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Mind Controlled – The Series.

Part 4 – There’s no forgiveness.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 2190.

Warning: Injuries, pain, angst.

Previously on the series - part 1, part 2, part 3

Kara lands in the backyard when the first ray of the sun hits the sky. You’re still glued to her, covered in blood, sweat and tears. Your throat hurts like you’ve been screaming for hours straight. Your mind feels lazy, like for some reason you’ve lost part of your brain function. There’s blood coming out of several parts of your body, and you don’t know how any of those bruises ended up on you.

“Water, please.” You beg, when Kara goes inside the house and she takes you to the kitchen, still carrying your floppy body everywhere. You look at the kitchen wall. Bricks exposed, dust and broken parts on the floor and you gasp at the image imprinted on the wall. “I hurt you.”

“No, baby.” Kara sits you on the stool. She grabs water and pours cereal into a bowl for you. You don’t move. You can’t take your eyes from the wall. “You know I have super strength. You didn’t hurt me.”

“But I tried to.” You drink the water, so your mind gets occupied with something. What have you done? “Where’s mom? Did I hurt her too?”

“Baby.” Kara goes to you, and holds your face, gently. “I know you don’t remember anything, but you have to believe me. You didn’t hurt a single soul, ok?” You want to agree, but it’s hard because you really don’t remember if it’s true. “Eat something. You really need to shower this blood off, and you need some sleep.”

“But-” You try to argue, but Kara doesn’t want to talk anymore. So you look to the floor, finding impossible to stare at the wall and the proof you’ve acted like a monster. “Oh my God.”

“What, baby?” Kara follows your eyes to the floor.

“Mom’s vase. I broke mom’s vase.” You get up from the stool, stumbling your way to the vase. You fall on the floor, collecting one of the pieces. “She loved this.”

“My love, it’s just a vase.” Kara makes her way to where you are, crouching next to you.

“But you brought as a gift from that time you went to Japan, and she… SHE LOVES THIS!” You cry, trying to collect every piece, bleeding on the porcelain. “She will never forgive me.”

“Baby, no, no.” Kara takes the broken pieces from your hands, and picks you up. “That’s enough of self-loathing, come on.” She sits on the stool again. “Eat, please.”

You do as she told you to. It doesn’t take long until you’re clean and wrapped up in blankets and Kara’s arms, and you fall into a turbulent, but still needed sleep.

When you wake up, it’s the middle of the afternoon. You make your way to the kitchen, feeling equally shitty on the outside, but at least you can stand up now. On the inside you feel worse, like you have done things so horrible your brain is refusing to let you remember them. It sits heavy on your stomach and on your heart. You hope to Rao you haven’t done something irredeemable.

You walk in the kitchen and look around. Kara already cleaned the vase, and even though the wall is still broken, she somehow managed to make it look less like her body-shape. There’s so much food waiting for you, it looks like Kara is trying to feed a Kryptonian army.

“Hey, baby. Got some rest?” Kara comes closer, and she grabs your hands, studying them for the marks there. She looks at the marks on your wrists, and even lifts your shirt to look at the raw flesh of your ribcage, to make sure your injuries are better. They are not. “You need sunlight.”

“Momma, I’m not a sunflower.” You huff, while Kara picks you up again, taking you to the backyard, to the table there.

“Yes, you are.” She jokes and you look up to her while pouting.

“You are a sunflower.” You cross your arms, making Kara laugh.

She comes back into the house to pick up the food, and a few seconds later most of the food is in front of you.

“Where’s mom?” You ask, looking around, and since you don’t have your glasses, you can use your x-ray vision. “You said I didn’t hurt her, so why isn’t she home yet?”

“You didn’t hurt anyone, but you broke some stuff.” Kara grabs one slice of pizza, and sits next to you. Your eyes grow bigger.

“Besides her vase?” You still can’t forgive yourself for that. Kara nods. “What else?”

“Your training center.” She sighs, and your eyes are filled with tears right away. “You burnt it, actually.”

“I’m so sorry!” You cover your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed and sad. You loved going there and practicing with aunt Alex and your momma. Why the hell did you do that for?

“It wasn’t you.” Kara pulls you into a hug, and kisses your forehead. “You didn’t want to do or say any of those things. We know, baby.”

“But-” You tried to argue, still not understanding.

“Baby, you were mind controlled.” Kara breathes out her answer. “You did things you didn’t mean to. Someone else was pulling the strings. None of that was inside of you, none of that was what you once thought or wanted to do, ok?”

“Is that why I don’t remember a thing about it?” You ask, confused. Kara agrees with her head, and you look down trying to think. That’s a good thing. To know none of that was inside of you, and to know you didn’t mean to do any of that. But still, somebody used your body and your memories to hurt the ones you loved and the places you love, so that is terrifying. You look up to her again. “Someone, who?”

“Lex.” Kara lets out and you agree with your head, not wanting to hear anything else.

Ok, so you didn’t physically hurt anyone, but you know Lex (or at least his reputation), so you know that he probably found other ways to hurt people. And Lena, poor Lena, was probably his first choice for that, because he genuinely hates her.

You really want to apologize, so you can’t wait until Lena to get home for you to do so. But she doesn’t come. You wait and wait, but Lena never arrives. You probably screwed up with her big time.

Kara keeps reassuring you that you didn’t, that none of it it’s your fault, but it can’t be true. So, one day Lex mind controls you to beat up your momma, destroy important places to you, and you’re supposed to believe this has nothing to do with Lena not coming home to you?

You wake up before Kara does, and you go to the kitchen to make her breakfast, so you can somehow apologize for whatever it is that happened on the day and night before. You make her all of her favorites, and leave a note under a flower on the counter for when she wakes up.

You are the sunflower.

You don’t wait for her to wake up, though. Your heart has been desperate for hours wanting to see your mom and have her forgiveness and feel her comfort. There’s nothing more comforting in the world than Lena’s hands on your hair while you place your head on her lap.

You listen to her heartbeat, and you go to her. You land on Lena’s balcony at L Corp, looking inside to where she is sitting on the couch. You also notice other things: Her overnight bag pushed to the side, untouched food in front of her, her red eyes and puffy cheeks. It breaks your heart all the more.

“Mom.” You go to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her and placing your head on her lap. “Please, forgive me. Please.”

“Come on, baby, stand up.” Lena tries to hold your hand, but you settle on her lap, weeping mercifully.

“I don’t know what I said, or did, but I know I’ve hurt you. Please, please, forgive me.” You ask between the tears and the cracks in your voice. Lena’s hands go to your head. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“It wasn’t you.” Lena strokes your hair, gently. “It was Lex mind controlling you. Babygirl, I’m not angry. Everything is ok.”

You lift your head so you can look at her. Lena gives you a sad little smile, while cleaning the tears on your face.

“But-but you’re here.” You look around. “You’re not home, because you can’t be around me anymore.”

“What? Baby, no!” Lena holds your arms gently, making you stand and sit next to her. She gives you a comforting hug, that feels too nice to be fake. And cups your face, right after. “This has nothing to do with you. Do you hear me?”

“I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows, looking scared and lost. “You’re sleeping in your office at L Corp right after I was turned into a monster. How can this have nothing to do with me?”

“Babygirl, do you trust me?” Lena asks. Her eyes flicker, anxiously, studying your face, like she’s afraid of your answer.

“More than myself.” It’s your most truthful sentence. She gives you a soft smile.

“Then believe me when I tell you, I’m not mad at you, and I’m not here because I can’t be around you.” She strokes your cheeks with her thumbs. “I love you more than anything, and I’m very, extremely, deeply happy that my baby is back.”

“I am.” You repeat, agreeing with your head. “Then, please come back home.”

“I can’t.” She kisses your forehead, and then lets go of your face. “Not now, anyways.”

“Mom.” You try, but she shakes her head like she’s telling you to stop this conversation.

“Please, have breakfast with me?” She asks turning to the food before you, and even though you already ate, you refuse to say no and let her eat alone.

When you’re finished eating, and you see that Lena actually ate something, you decide to pick the subject back again.

“Mom, I know I was mind controlled, but, um, I need to make sure I didn’t physically hurt you or said anything too painful.” She looks at you, pointing at herself, like she’s saying that she’s not hurt. “Right. And the second part?”

“Baby, I told you. The things you said? All Lex.” She kisses your forehead again. “Stop worrying.” You wish it was that simple. That you could just simply stop worrying, but you look at her face, you see the sadness in her eyes, and you know you would do anything to make her happy again.

Your phone starts ringing and she looks at it, reading the name in it.

“Answer it, so Kara doesn’t worry about you.” She says, and you furrow your brows.

Kara. Heart beating fast. Breath stuck in her lungs.

“Hey, momma.”

“Kid, where are you? You made all this breakfast and left me here to eat alone?”

“Came to check upon mom.”

“Oh, um, right. How-How is Lena?”

Lena. Choking on her words. Dear Rao. This isn’t about you at all.

“Sleeping at her office, so not great.”

Lena raises an eyebrow at you, and you hear Kara sucking on air.

“You guys want to tell me something?” You ask on the phone while looking at Lena.

“We’ll talk when you get home.” You hear Kara’s voice, and then the dial tone. You lower your phone and keep waiting for Lena’s response.

“It has nothing to do with you.” Lena says, holding your hands, and stroking your bruises lightly. “This is between me and your momma only, ok?”

“Mom, please, come home. Whatever it is, you two need to talk.” You ask, and she shakes her head in denial.

“Please baby. Let’s not talk about it.” Even though she added the ‘please’ you know it’s not a request. You know your mom, and you can see it on her face that you better drop the subject right now, or you will make things worse.

So, it seems that none of your moms are mad at you, or sad about the things you’ve said and done. It looks like it has nothing to do with you, and it’s a fight between them.

Alex also doesn’t seem to care, when you see her in the middle of the week, she just smiles and waves at you. She doesn’t even want to listen to your apology, she just cuts you off with a “kiddo, save that apology for a time you do this with your worst intentions. This wasn’t your fault, so I don’t need no apology.”

And you wish that could go into your brain and make you forgive yourself for the things that you know, now, you’ve done. But there’s still exposed bricks on your kitchen wall, there’s still no place for you to practice, and there’s still no Lena in your house. And as the week goes on and on, and you don’t know if she’ll ever come back, there’s no forgiveness you can give to yourself.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #supercorpfamily #lena x reader #reader insert

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bangtanfancamp · 5 years ago

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∴ summary: After spending a gloomy afternoon trying to get out of your own head alone , you finally seek out your boyfriend for help

∴ masterlist

∴ one shot

∴ pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

∴ word count: 2k

∴ rating: pg-13

∴ genre: soft angst, comfort, established relationship

∴ warnings: oc is struggling with something akin to depression, it’s alluded to but not explicitly stated

∴ author’s note: this is incredibly self indulgent and was written in one go. I’ll edit later. I’d rather have it here to share sooner in case anyone needs it as much as me.

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“Joonie, what are you doing? Are you busy?” Your voice comes out small as you peak around the corner into his office, sweater pawed knuckles sneaking around the edge of the door frame.

He doesn’t look up at first. Perhaps you really were too quiet. Or maybe he’s just that immersed in his book. It’s not a cover you’ve seen before so it very well may be the latter. You know how he is when he has a new thing to get lost in. Ever your astronaut adrift, exploring the moons just beyond whatever new world he’s found.

He looks so at home now. Cozy in his den of words and letters. Perfectly domestic amidst lofty thoughts and paragraphs. His skin is mostly bare today, his coordinated tank top and shorts exposing a golden expanse of toned arms, long legs . They’re folded up and crossed, a little boy lost in wonder as he sits on his futon.

His hair is a warm chestnut this week, fringe too long around the lashes but too short to pull back. The way it refuses to cooperate when he brushes it out of his eyes, trickling silkily, stubbornly back into place, exactly where it wants to be, makes you want to chuckle.

He still hasn’t noticed you’re there. Too far gone in whatever his newest philosophy is to notice the way you study the dip of his furrowed brow, how it juxtaposes against the relief of his shadowed dimples, smiling even as he frowns. He finds so much pleasure in being studious— just for fun. No matter how much concentration it takes. You’ve always admired that about him. Admired everything about him really.

Clearing your throat, though you hate to interrupt him, you try again.

“Joonie?”

Somehow it’s even quieter than before, and as he turns another reverent page, you know you’ll have to physically intervene to interrupt him. You sigh. You hate to break the spell. He loves days like this—with the rain trickling down the window’s glass casting shadows on his focused face— he’s so happy to read when it rains.

He leans forward then without looking up to take a sip of his Earl grey, bumbling when the steam unexpectedly fogs his glasses. He laughs at himself, folding his book so it splays across the seat to mark his place and removing his glasses. It’s the first time he’s looked up. He spots you then, his face splitting into the smoothest “there’s my girl” smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hey… how long have you been standing there?” His voices comes low, warm, soothes something in you that desperately needs rest.

“Long enough to see you blind yourself with tea, it seems.” You try to smile back, but it’s a weak, floppy thing. Your cheeks can’t seem to commit so it falls a bit too flat. His brows pinch when he sees it. Something’s amiss.

“Hey… are you okay?” His inscrutable eyes analyze you, and you let him. Too tired to resist or put up a fight.

“It’s not my day, joonie.” Your voice is pitiful, even to your own ears. You’d normally wince at sounding like this in front of anyone else. But honestly, it’s okay. It’s Namjoon you’re with. You don’t have to play games or hide things. Not here. Not with him.

“Yeah?” His eyes catch yours as his palms rub the tops of his thighs. It’s an invitation. You know the gesture by now.

“Yeah… again. There have been so many of these lately,” you say, crossing the room to him, his arms unfolding to welcome you into them. “They come too often and stay too long. They’re terrible house guests. I’m tired of them, joon. I can’t seem to get rid of them.”

You’re scooped against him now, head on the space between his neck and his chest, fingers twisted into his tank top, bum in his lap, knees tucked up til you’re as small as you can get. There’s a broad palm of his on your back, fingertips on his other hand traveling the length of your arm in tender caresses as his cheek rests atop your head.

“Maybe we should start charging them rent. I bet even they can’t afford to pay that in this economy.” He offers the idea solemnly, fully committed to carrying out the metaphor that your mental health really is just an unfortunate airbnb plagued with hideously mannered squatters.

“You know, I love that about you, Joon.”

“My inability to pay rent?”

You nuzzle a sappy no into the heat of his neck,” dummy, your very real ability to never minimize things that are hard to me.”

The dip of his chest as he exhales is oddly soothing. It makes you feel like you’re being rocked and god if you don’t need to be cradled right now. “Things have been really hard lately, haven’t they?” He wonders aloud.

“It isn’t just my perception?” You look up, eyes entirely too pitiful, too round to belong to a functioning adult. No, Namjoon’s heart goes soft as he realizes he’s looking at the eyes of a very scared four year old you. The haunted gaze of an innocent girl who never got told everything would be alright. Even without knowing any more than that, it makes him want to cry.

“No, my sweet girl, it’s not.” Closing his eyes, he presses somber lips to your forehead, scooping you close to shield you— from the world, from yourself, from all the insidious things that took root in you so long ago you’re not even sure how they got in. His wide hands grip you tighter, a feeble attempt to help hold you altogether.

It’s silent then. A few beats of quiet, only disrupted by the clumsy clatter of irreverent raindrops on glass. His caress stays steady against your soft sleeves, his languid fingers perpetually in motion as he attempts to soothe the wounds that sit just beneath your skin.

You look up at him again, unsure what you’ll find.

You almost cry when you see the gentleness in his eyes. No judgment anywhere within them. Just something kind that stretches into the lines his eyes carve as he smiles. How you itch to gently peel his horn rimmed glasses off the tip of his button nose and kiss it. Bless him.

God, you don’t know why he’s so nice to you, but you’re so glad that he is. The smile you give back to him is wobbly, trembly, poorly constructed— but so so sincere that it makes your sad eyes shine. He bumps your nose with his, burying himself against your forehead as you cocoon into him.

You want to ask him what he’s reading, listen intently to him as he tells you all about it, but you know you can’t. You can’t decipher anything today. It all feels too heavy. You can’t carry the weight of anything new with hands already full. At this point, you’ve lived in this soft hoodie of his , the one you stole after his tour two years back because it smelled like him, for the past 3 days. You don’t even have the energy to change. With that kind of retention rate, seems there’s no point in asking your brilliant professor to explain anything.

Still, it’s always so nice to hear his voice. Especially with your ear to his chest like this.

So you ask anyway.

“Will you read to me, Joonie? Life always feels better when you’re reading.” You press your face deep into the copper of his neck, an open mouthed kiss placed against his pulse.

“It’s all kind of theoretical,” he chuckles. He’s bashful. If holding you weren’t occupying his hands, you know they’d be nervously fiddling with the back of his neck. A nerdy boy with a too big brain hesitant to share his discoveries.

“Is it good though? You’ve already read Jung to me, and I stayed awake through that. I think I deserve more credit.” You poke his throat with your nose. You’re not genuinely affronted, it’s just nice to remind him you're competent too. Sometimes.

His sweet chuckle then is earthy and rich, all dark molasses. “True. You actually gave pretty good feedback for that too. Fine. Didn’t mean to underestimate you. Just… bear with me if it feels odd? I haven't read it before. I can’t vouch for it all yet.”

“Fine by me. I’m just here for the cuddles and my Kim Namjoon audiobook.”

He can feel your smile against his skin. It makes him press you just that extra little bit tighter against him, exhaling soft through his nose when he feels you return the gesture.

Scooping up his paperback, he adjusts his glasses where they’ve slipped down his nose, clearing his throat to project like the narrator he claims he’s not but loves to be. He’s quiet for a few more beats. You can hear pages rustling as you sink against his skin. You imagine he must be trying to find where he was when you interrupted, or perhaps searching for a passage that seems apropos. Which he chooses, you don’t know, but you can feel when he settles, just before his caramel voice sweetens the thin air of the room.

“It's the same with the wound in our hearts,” he begins. “ We need to give them our attention so that they can heal. Otherwise the wounds continue to cause us pain. Sometimes for a very long time. We're all going to get hurt. But here's the trick - they also serve an amazing purpose.

When our hearts are wounded that's when they open. We grow through pain. We grow through difficult situations. That's why you have to embrace each and every difficult thing in your life.”

You aren’t sure when your eyes opened, not sure when they began to glaze over or when you started to cry. But you did. And you are. The salty things dripping down against Namjoon’s silken skin. Your sweatered knuckles try to knock them away, but to no avail. Your cheeks are still a wet mess and now his collarbone is too.

“Joon, what is this? What are you reading?”

“Oh… um, it’s— terribly long title but— Into the Magic Shop: A Neurosurgeon's Quest to Discover the Mysteries of the Brain and the Secrets of the Heart. Isn't that a mouthful?” his laugh is self deprecating, small, but still the most beautiful sound.

God, you hate how sensitive and soft you are right now. You don’t want to be sitting here at 4pm in your boyfriend’s lap crying over a paragraph in a book you've never even heard of before, but here you are.

“ is that… what the whole book is about ?”

“You know, I don’t know. I haven’t read it all yet. Jackson recommended it, I’m just now getting to it. Why - do you not like it? I can put this down. Read you something else if this is too heavy. You always like the poetry. I can grab that one anthology you like.”

You can feel as he starts to shuffle beneath you, eager to track down new reading material for you, afraid he’s scared you off, when the fluttering weight of your palm tethers him to his spot.

“No, stay. Keep reading. I want to hear the rest.”

You can practically hear him smile. Relieved. Can feel his dimples manifest without even trying. He kisses your hair, tilts your chin up to kiss you too. The complexity of bergamot and black tea making his supple lips even more bewitching than normal. The window in the corner is cracked open, the humidity it leaks in making your skin sticky as you lean against him.

He’s lovely like this. The rain soaked air mixing with his natural scent, a broad hand on your chin, warm thumb beneath your lip as you mold pliant into his kiss. He ends it with a peck to your lips, a tap of his nose to your nose, before hoisting you so close against him you just may fuse together.

And he reads. He reads until he’s exhausted. Til the rain has stopped, and you’ve drifted to rest pressed against the skin of his chest.

He folds the book shut once your breathing has stilled, his thumb marking the page as he tips you both to lay down sideways. As he extends his pinprick tingling legs for the first time in ages, you hoist yourself around him in your sleep like a koala, and he chuckles. That’s usually his move.

He kisses your hair then, traipsing fingers tenderly through the escaped bits of it that brush across your cheeks. He wonders if you know how madly in love with you he is. How often he’s wondered what he’d do without you. Today, like most days lately, your light was dim, but still kelvins brighter than anyone else’s.

He sends a silent thank you to whatever deity arranged things in such a way that he can hold you to his chest like this as the daylight saving’s darkness floods his studio office. You seemed so sad today, but he knows it won’t last forever. It’ll pass. It always does. He’ll just hold you until it does. And then some.

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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51. “What? Does that feel good?”

91. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

notes; sub!joshua, bunnyhybrid!joshua(ok but mini lop bunny hybrid with the floppy ears 🥺), gender-neutral!reader, v lite choking kink, dirty talk, handjob heheheh, i had a different gender-neutral ask but i wasn’t too keen on the prompts so i’m sorry kjshdfk i made this one gn instead!! ive not yet done a gn reader ask so i’m sorry if this isn’t up to par, but I’m trying!! 😭💕💕💕 inbox roundup in a lil bit! 💕💕 As always thank you for requesting!! Enjoy! 💕

Joshua shoots you a glance from time to time - shyness making his entire body tremble when you smirk at him.

‘I’m sorry, what were you saying, bun?’

‘I--I--um, I…’

He’s already half hard in his sweats when you take a seat next to him on the sofa and he makes a small noise as he shifts closer to the other side, away from you.

“Joshua, are you okay, bun?”

He shivers slightly, hands balled up in his lap. “Mm--mmhmm! J-just… fine.”

You set down the cup of tea in your hands; letting the ceramic clink loudly in the otherwise empty room. “Are you, though? You’ve been so tense all day, bun. And don’t think I can’t see, either.”

Grinning, you take the opportunity to shift closer to the bunny hybrid - gentle fingertips reaching for his soft ears. “You’ve been so shy after last night. Can’t stop thinking about what you said, hmm?”

Joshua bites his bottom lip to keep his noises in when your hand only shifts higher to massage the base of his ears. “I--mmh…”

Just as he starts to lean into your touch, you pull your hand away. Except this time, placing it on his thigh as he jolts - goosebumps rising all over his skin.

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that, bun. Don’t try to hide your cute ‘lil noises from me~”

He bites the inside of his cheek before he nods. “Ah... O-okay…”

Joshua has always been shy since he’d first stepped foot in your home and while you’d taken the steps to try and break him out of his shell - he still held back most of the time.

Shy stares and quiet nods when you’d ask him 20 questions to see what he liked.

“Does it feel good when I do this, bun~?” You tighten your grip around his cock, eyes focused on the way he tugs on his own ears and muffles his voice into them.

“Joshua…” You stop your movements as you raise a brow at the bunny hybrid. “I won’t give you what you want if you don’t talk to me.”

He shakily lets go of his ears only to dig his hands into the fabric of the sofa when you start to tease the head of his cock with the palm of your hand.

“Ah! Mmph! F-feels… good when you do t-that…” He starts to thrust up against your hand, covering your palm in his precum. “The---w-what I said last n-night…” He mumbles softly.

You smile in return as you tighten your fist around him.

That’d been the first time he actively had asked you for anything and he’d been so desperate that you had stopped in your tracks to make sure of what you were hearing.

“P-please! Want i-it!”

Joshua’s clammy hands reached for one of your own - tugging it closer and closer to his throat as he got closer to his orgasm.

“P-please!”

His soft cries had you stopping - mouth agape at the way he begged for you.

“Joshua, I--”

“Mmh, a-ah, I’m--I’m c-cumming!”

“So impatient, bun. Tsk, just the thought of it was enough to make you cum, huh? I couldn’t even try to give you what you wanted and you were already cumming all over yourself.”

A soft chuckle pours from your lips as you drag your hand down his shaft; spreading the precum all the way down to the base of his cock as he throws his head back against the armrest of the sofa.

“I--ah, ‘m sorry… Couldn’t h-help it…” Tears line his eyes when he meets your stare and he can’t stop the way his hips thrust up into your closed palm faster. “Please… C-can you t-try it, ah, now? I’m c-close…”

You nod gently; ghosting your free hand up his clothed torso before wrapping it around the column of his throat.

“Not too much, okay?”

He nods frantically as he reaches a hand down to cover your own on his cock.

“Please, m-make me cum…”

Smirking, you let him control the speed of your hand around his cock as you lightly press down on the sides of his throat and Joshua lets out the sweetest, drawn out moan you think you’ve ever heard.

“What? Does that feel good?” You quip, already knowing the answer when you add more pressure. Joshua whines in return - cock throbbing in your grip.

“Guess we’ll just have to do that more often, huh?”

The suggestion alone is enough for Joshua to let out a small cry before his hand is squeezing your own around his cock. He bites down onto his bottom lip - head slightly fuzzy at the sensations overstimulating his sensitive body.

Your hand moves up and down his cock faster in time with your other hand restricting his airflow and Joshua can’t even get a noise out before he’s cumming; hips thrusting up as rivulets of cum paint your closed fist and his clothed abdomen.

“Aww, cute ‘lil bun must feel soooo good~”

Garbled moans fall from Joshua’s lips as you loosen your grip on his neck; soft ‘thank you’s falling from his trembling lips.

“Don’t thank me yet, bun~ We have so much more to do~”

#Joshua smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #Joshua scenarios #Joshua imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #Joshua hong #hong jisoo

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ginwhitlock · 4 years ago

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summary: human!JASPER/ human!BELLA. Bella is called to deliver day supplies to a very tired and mostly lost 1st Regiment Calvary, headed by no other than Major Jasper Whitlock. What will the two do once left alone to go over maps of the Tennessee hills?

fic type: oneshot, SMUT 18+

warnings: is set in the civil war, which means Jasper is a soldier in the confederacy literally only because he’s from Texas I promise, it would’ve been weird to make him union and apart of the Texas Calvary as that wasnt a union regiment, I do not support the confederacy or any of its beliefs, its just part of his backstory and this fic is centered directly in his human life (the confederacy itself is not mentioned in detail, it is just alluded to the fact). This is a smut fic but not hardcore in anyway so be warned. Oh also I made Bella and Emmett siblings. Of course.

She almost broke his nose kissing him.

She almost shattered bone and cartilage clicking their teeth together, enamel scraping enamel.

She almost caved in the center of his face so she could lick the insides of his molars, separate his jaws to find the pit of his throat, dangle her self righteousness by his uvula.

And to think she almost didn’t go out that morning.

Isabella Marie was the kind of pretty you didn’t see right away. The layers of fine muscle and fragile skin hiding the richness of her blood-red cheeks, crisp even in the horrible heat of August. And with that heat came hot headed Calvary men with unlined coat pockets and a hunger for pretty little girls.

She met Major Whitlock three miles outside of town, the local preacher sending her out to their camp with as many baskets as her daddy’s two mules could hold on their hips. She was flushed, the slot of her breastbone slick with afternoon sweat— her riding boots did nothing but slosh around with her pale feet inside, leather no match for Tennessee mountain hidin weather.

Maybe she should’ve dropped ice down her shift. Maybe she should’ve played dead and waited for God to put her on her ass.

The thin brunette was graced with the presence of an even skinner red head the moment Stubborn Ass’s (as she affectionally called her steed in private) hooves entered the temporary camp. The mans hair fell limply in front of his eyes which were slightly sunken, the blue of his irises molting into a starved shade of dust. His lips were worse. Once pink and slightly plump, now skinny and cracked with the less than dusty air.

“Is this the 1st Regiment Calvary? From Texas?” Her voice was strained and feverish, salt dripping off her Cupid’s bow.

The man nodded and offered a hand, “Names Sargent Henry Arquette. Nice to see you Miss, the boys haven’t been able to get any supplies up here for days,” Bella grasped his hand tightly, afraid her unskilled balance would come into play, and forced her weight down to the ground ungracefully, “you’re the sheriffs daughter, right miss?” His smile seemed correct handing off his skinny face, his teeth crooked and off centered, but sweet. She quirked her lip in return.

“Yes Sargent, I seem to be your supply wagon today. There’s more back in town but I was told you wouldn’t be in for a day or so.” Flushed and overdressed, that’s how she felt. Every second.

Henry took in the view of the well fed half breeds and gestured off handedly, something she would come to learn was an action he didn’t even notice he performed. “Day. Days. Who knows until we ration it. These trails are less trails and more raccoon paths. I’m just waiting to see why the hell we’ve been sent so far east to begin with.” He had no recognition what was proper to say in front of the young lady at his side, the year had been sucked dry of any feminine… life, to say lightly. A piece of his brain nudged him for speaking so plainly, but Bella never once looked offended and twitched her head in both sympathy and understanding. She had been raised in these hills. She knew their damnation like the back of her hand. Maybe even the back of her skull.

“I’ve heard about raids up in McMinnville. Bases and such lining up and down the mountain. My brother’s part of the 16th Regiment Calvary up there actually, you know. Things are heating up in our little slice of the world.” The little thing spoke like a sparrow, her nose pointed and soft, the bottom of her front teeth pillowing into her bottom lip. At the age of seventeen she seemed somehow both grounded and unsure.

The south was ripping itself apart. And she— and the Sargent, knew it.

Bella could see the redhead start to comment on her brothers hand me down gossip when a giant of a man— boy? Man? Definitely man, by the looks of his muscled shoulders and high jaw, the darkened cast shifting just under the skin of his cheeks, the low dip of a scar just below his brow— a brow which furrowed, twisted, and arched back up into his tanned forehead when he noticed the mules waiting restlessly, tails swinging behind a girl in a kinder man's idea of a dress and interrupted the lower soldiers train of thought.

“You must be Miss Isabella McCarty. I spoke to your father when we arrived last night.” Clipped and forward were his words, his hand outstretched in front of him, decorated in mis-matched freckles and calluses she could feel pressing into the column of her throat as she placed her small palm in his. “Major Jasper Whitlock, at your assistance.”

No smile graced his face but by God she would witness his lips stretch over his teeth if it was the last thing she ever did.

Still with her hand in his she whispered “You can call me Bella. Or Bella Marie. Or Isabella Marie oh or my mother calls me Belle or sometimes when my father is upset with me he calls me Marie McCarty like my grandmother used to and um..” her tongue had to have swelled to the size of a watermelon in the three seconds it took to look him in the eyes— the swamp green eyes in fact. Eyes the color of duckweed and marigold stems and whatever leaves would stick to the blackberries in the spring.

He laughed. And it sounded like a white flag waving in her insides. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Maybe the preacher was a righteous man after all.

“I like Isabella Marie. Miss Isabella Marie.” Like rain drops on a tin ceiling.

The Arquette boy looked between the two before edging towards the black mules “Any orders where to put these, Major?” Skinny lips. Skinny spine.

Jasper had finally looked up from the strawberry cheeked girl in front of him, released their hands, and knocked his head backwards, towards the other soldiers checking tents and cleaning their own horses.

“Just take em back to the storage tent. Not like it’ll be competing for space.” The Major looked back at his men “Calhoun, Jennings, help Arquette move these rations will you? Make yourself useful for once.” His voice didn’t have to boom and condense like a rung out air horn, the cool of his vocal cords carried and personally plucked the not yet men from their activities and dragged them towards the group of three. Like some sort of magic act.

Bella was far from resigned. “So Major Whitlock, what would you like me to do?” Hopeful eyes, always searching to please. Or to piss off— as Emmett always scorned.

An upturn of lips flashed through Jaspers face and he looked to the sky for a mere moment “Mind helping me sort out some of my maps back in camp? My backwoods knowledge ain’t as sharp as my Houston kind and you seem like an expert in this area, getting yourself up to us all alone.” Bella’s feet started to move on instinct towards the felted wool tent covering a hundred or so feet behind the large man, but his hand stopped her at the shoulder, “And, if you don’t mind, would you be my guide back to town this evening? I’ve got to scout the path for the boys to pull through by the end of this week.”

She should’ve thought longer about it, linger over his words, the way his tongue flicked over his canines and brushed noticeably at the edge of his front teeth. But she didn’t. Not now. Not when the time it would’ve taken could pick at the carefully constructed wall built specifically for boys with serpent tongues. And lion hands. And bear teeth and… he still waiting for her response.

A shake to her head “Of course Major. If you’ll help me bring the mules back home, you’d be more help to me than I think I’d ever be to you.”

He could taste her self doubt. And he didn’t like it.

A jut of his brow led them through the ragged campsite, broken down cinders coating the bottom of her unusually worn boots, the lace of her dress clashing horribly with the scent of charred flesh and resting wounds. If only she knew a doctor. If only the town still had one.

His tent was one of the stronger ones, every inch placated with the spine of a book or a map binder or a drape of letters. He needed a desk and a real bed and maybe someone to make sure he stayed warm during the mountain nights.

Jaspers hands found a tiny stack of drawn maps and laid them over his now folded lap on the ground. Bella swiftly found her place at his bended knee and ran a finger over the torn edge. “These look older than my father. It doesn’t even mark the trail you follow to town.” The squishy flesh of her thumb traced an invisible oil line through the mountain and deposited itself in a town with seemingly no name, according to the parchment. “That’s home. If you’re following these maps I don’t quite understand how you ever got here.” Her eyes were full, engorged on road markers and faded city names.

Jasper softly nodded, their heads just inches from each other as she leaned in to scour the map. He had barely gotten to the camp they were in, his right hand Henry doing nearly all of the sight work. He’d be a hell of a tracker if he was a bloodhound. The blond almost chucked at the thought of Henry with big floppy mutt ears, yelping at the pretty girl almost in Jasper’s lap.

Her hair was like a chocolate waterfall. The good chocolate that mama got sent to her from her sister up north, the kind that was broken off continuously, piece after piece fed to him and his sisters until nothing was left.

Part of him wanted to see if she tasted as sweet.

He’d blame it on how damn long it’s been since he’s smelled anything other than soured sores and gunpowder. Even if Miss Isabella Marie smelled good enough to eat. Good enough to take like a man starved. And God— Jasper hungered like no other.

“There’s a river through the valley here, if you can find yourself through the woods.” Bella had found a piece of graphite and drawn in the harsh line of a hidden waterway just a mile or so from camp. She looked up at him as she spoke, her eyes warmly whiskey colored through her lashes.

His mouth clenched. “How old are you Miss McCarty?”

She blinked rapidly, like coming out of a daze. “Seventeen.”

Her hand dropped the instrument to the paper and draw up to his knee, the covered bone sharp under her knuckles.

“Do you have a boy at home waiting for you, Miss McCarty?” Hot air blew from his mouth to hers like a heatwave. Like a curse.

Bella’s lips formed a small “No” as she slid her small hand up the Major’s thigh, her singular ring gliding like margarine inch my inch as the seconds ticked by, each breath marking the two closer.

“Do you have a wife, Major?” Only whisper escaped her rosebud mouth, his face turning downwards, noses only separated by spirit.

“I was too busy waiting for you, it seems, Miss Bella.”

Her heart thumped her chest hard enough to make her ears ring.

Bella’s fist jumped from Jasper’s thigh to his army issued button up and crushed his chest to her own, her lips finding purchase slotted against his, the force clinking their front teeth together without care. His hands were gripping the roots of her soft waves, their skulls as close as their skin would let them. She wanted more, more, the heat suffocating the tent from more than the August sun. Her thin fingers slipped easily through the button gaps as his tongue invaded the privacy of her mouth. A horrible demented part of her brain screamed ‘Take, Take, Take. Mark me down and climb into the spaces that were meant to fit just us.’ Her brother had always called her too much of a dreamer. Too much of a poet and a believer and an artist. But God. This man was in her hands and she felt like a masterpiece.

A man she hardly knew.

But somehow, the scrape of his knuckles against her soon to be bare thighs felt like they had known each other at birth. Like Texas and Tennessee were just minutes from each other. As if they were the only bodies in the whole entire war.

Jasper’s hands were of no gentleman’s when he unfastened the ribbons holding her skirt to her waist, the under coat used for riding coming off like silk in his calloused palms. She was moaning into his mouth, the world outside the tent becoming buttery soft and not to be worried about. All there was was Jasper and his fucking mouth moving to her neck and his teeth toying around her jaw.

“Jesus, Major” He chuckled at her swear and rid her completely of every layer but her shift and the wool of her stockings, the small corset she wore becoming just cannon fodder for the mouth and hands of the Cavalryman.

“I love when you call me that, darlin. Wanna hear you scream it.” She had barely gotten open a single button on his shirt before he brushed the maps out of the way and flipped her on her back underneath him, the sway of his curled mane teasing her, the golden wheat just barely out of the reach of her teeth or fingers.

She wanted to use it like reins.

She’d especially like calling him by his rank then.

“You know I—“ her breathing caught the better of her as he lifted her by her thighs and dragged her ass to his kneeled position, his fingers running up her stockings with particular care, each inch another layer to her growing wetness. She didn’t let go of her breath until he had reached the skirting of her underdress, the white cotton nearly see through with the sweat sticking to every inch of her skin. His watery eyes devoured the sight with an indescribable hunger. Like a wolf hanging over a bleeding lamb.

What a happy sacrifice she’d be.

“Are you a good little southern girl, Isabella?” His fingertips brushed just under the fabric, his intent not easily hidden behind his hardened brow.

She came out trembling, she couldn’t tell over excitement or fear. “Yes Sir. No ones ever…” even her mother would blush saying those words.

Jasper finally smiled, sharp and soul quenching, like a mist of rain before a hurricane.

“I’m going to ruin you.” He couldn’t tell her about the wedding playing out behind his eyes or the static electric resonance he felt thinking about how another man would never get to lay a hand on his pretty Isabella.

His fingers slipped over her cunt, the soft curling hair tickling his fingertips. The moist warmth wet his fingers before skirting over her lips. He almost groaned. She was soaked. He had to see what his little Belle looked like in the light.

Jasper’s eyes met Bella’s giant blown out doe ones, her elbows holding up her upper body, trying to anticipate his very next move.

If they were playing chess, he was going to win. And she had always been a sore loser.

The skirt of the shift creased with the heat of his palms against her stomach, the slightly cooler air blowing across her pussy, making Bella suck in a breath through her teeth, her bottom lip becoming stuck under them with practiced strength.

Her knees knocked against Jasper’s hips as he watched the pink of her pussy clench around nothing, her wet little hole puckering and buzzing with the want of something under his trousers. He licked his lips as he had a gathered two fingers at her slit and traced upwards, her breath coming out in pants as he reached her clit, the engorged nub nearly ringing in her ears. A small circle over it make her moan from her throat. Bella had never felt someone else’s touch, she had never realized how much she wanted for it. She never knew how much she wanted Jasper to touch her.

The solider took his time as he brought the pads of his fingers back down to her achingly small hole and gathered some of her slick, the smell of sweat and Bella nearly driving him half insane as he brought a finger to his mouth, his tongue licking her clean off.

If Bella could speak to God directly and have him reply, she’d thank him for the creation of Major Jasper Whitlock.

But all she could do was cry out for more. And more he silently promised to give.

Maybe too much.

He had to stretch her out, the head of his cock wouldn’t fit into her without an orgasm in her, not now at least. Jasper slowly brought his hand back a third time and entered a single finger, her hips nearly bucking against his wrist as he slowly sat himself. A bead of sweat ran off his brow. A second finger partnered with the first after a few pumps, in and out, in and out. The near wetness coated on those fingers alone could bring him to release in his cot. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Isabella I have to—“ “Please Major I need—“

The two looked at each other, their mouths in sync as they sat, their souls intertwining and bundling up into a bramble of wonderful thorns, coy smiles gracing both their faces.

Bella sat up slowly and draped a hand over Jasper’s belt buckle. “May I, Major?” The shorty craftsmanship of the iron buckle became putty under her unskilled hands as he nodded, now without words for the angel in front of him. The belt was off before the two noticed and Jasper brought his issued pants down to his ankles and off with his shoes to rest with the scraps of her dress he had taken off so quickly.

“Do you… always go bare?” The squeak of Bella’s voice made Jasper snicker like the teenage boy he technically still was, the nineteen year old clicking his teeth together and grinning. “Miss McCarty, sometimes underpinnings only get in the way of an army man.” A deep blush settled into her cheeks as she slapped at his chest, his shirt hanging open just slightly as he pushed her back to the floor.

“Shush, Whitlock.”

His smile turned feral as the head of his cock graced the hood of her clit, bouncing just slightly with the breath of their bodies. Jasper marked in his head that this should be a sight to see on their wedding night, not their first night together, but by God was it a beautiful one.

He looked at her as he grasped one of her hips with his right hand and the base of his cock with his left. “Breathe, Belle. Breathe with me, alright?” She nodded her head slowly and brought her own hand to the tent floor, grasping tightly.

Jasper’s hand guided the head carefully over her lips and to her quivering entrance. One buck and he’d tear her to badly to bear. No matter how long it had been… he’d never rush with his Isabella. Not now.

He slowly pushed in, the stretch a burn like no other, Bella’s voice turning from a quick steal of breath to a long sigh, the air being pushed out as he took her in. Inch by inch she devoured him, the heat marking his cock in emotional third degree burns. The sky burned brighter, the colors in his eyes turned clearer. Her hips and her fragile skin and the slip of her cunt was the end of the world and the birth of something entirely new. She grasped his shoulders as he mumbled a slew of impressive praise as he allowed her to adjust and seated himself at the very base of her cervix. Her throat screamed out to him as her nails dug in his back.

A wonderful, wonderful burn.

Bella slipped a hand to Jasper’s hip to push him back, to set any and all pace so that the fire would keep burning. He quickly slotted his face in the clench of her neck and began to move his pale hips, beginning to push and pull within her very tight walls.

The tent was full of grunts and moans and breathy screams he was sure the entirely camp heard. But Jesus Christ he didn’t give a single damn at that very moment. His boys knew to stay out of his shit and they be proven that every second until his angel’s orgasm.

God he wanted to fill her up. Wanted to take all of his cum and bury it deep where the lord intended, leave her leaking and exhausted and full of everything he had. He’d empty his balls in her again and again if it meant the Tennessee flower in his arms would keep him forever.

He wanted her forever.

“Major, deeper, please God please yes YES.” Jasper’s hips were snapping at a rapid pace, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove her into the hard ground. He could feel her tighten up the way he felt the air change around him before a fight broke out, the way a horse steps on a snake without jumping. There was an electricity in the air and the moment Bella tore his head out from her and pulled him into a jaw crushing kiss, he was crumbling at her feet, her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock with enough force to take out a grizzly bear.

She locked her legs around his hips as he all but collapsed into her, his hair sweaty between her fingers as she combed through it as his dick twitched it’s last time inside her belly. Jasper’s own hands found repentance under her ass and stayed there, too tired to remove himself from her heat.

“That ride home is gonna be sweaty, isn’t it?” Her whisper made her snort and bite into the side of her neck as she giggled.

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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insufferable

warning: it’s just smut. like a tiny hint of plot. but tiny.

because I reblogged this and was inspired:

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“I’m not letting you pay for it, and that’s final.” Sophie stated, turning her back on Rafe.

They’d been arguing for a good half hour over breakfast after Rafe casually offered to pay for both the tickets for her sorority formal. It was expensive, admittedly, as her sorority sprung for the fancier venue at the botanical gardens downtown, along with hotel rooms and a stacked bar.

(‘Offered’ might be a generous way to put it - he had just handed her a signed, blank check, and told her to write in how much it turned out to be, along with the cost of her dress. Entirely caught off guard, she ripped it up and handed the shreds back to him.)

When they started drawing looks from their hissed arguing, Sophie abruptly changed the subject, refusing to talk about it when he tried to bring it up again in the restaurant. The rest of the meal was fairly tense, but they both did their best to keep it civil.

He’d driven her home, only for them to argue more in the car and again when he tried walking her to the door. “Sophie.” Rafe huffed, calling after her. “Sophie! Come on!”

She didn’t respond, just stalked off and let the side door of her sorority house slam shut behind her. She had to laugh, however, when her phone immediately chimed with a text from Rafe.

Rafe: Am I still coming over before we go out tonight

Sophie: As long as you don’t try to sugar daddy me again

Rafe: Don’t start

Sophie: I’ll see you at nine

The argument stuck like a stubborn thorn in the back of both of their minds all day, but they didn’t text each other and bring it up again, knowing it was useless. He kept his promise and came over exactly at nine, drinks in hand and ready to go meet her roommates at a house party. She wasn’t ready yet - running late, like always - and had him come up to her room instead. He sat on her bed as she changed, drinking a White Claw while he waited.

Rafe grumbled, seeing her outfit. “You’re gonna wear that?”

She wore a sheer black square-necked top with a black bra underneath, not hiding much. She paired it with a black leather skirt that flared out a little, just under her ass. Sophie paused, looking at herself in the mirror, then unclipped the bra and shimmied out of it, keeping her top on. “No, you’re right, this is better.”

He shut his eyes, taking a slow, dramatic inhale. “Sophie Flint.”

She put both hands on her hips and turned to face him. “What.”

He glared at her, knowing she was just trying to test his limits. “Put the damn bra back on.”

“No. I look good.” She walked over to him, stepping in between his legs.

Rafe shook his head as he looked up at her, setting his drink aside. “You’re insufferable.”

She quirked her brow, holding back a smirk. “Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

He reached up and palmed her breast, satisfied when her eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. “You did this on purpose.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Oh, look, we have a fucking genius here.”

That was enough to set him over the edge and he grabbed her around the waist, swiftly pulling her down to his lap. Their lips crashed together and she straddled him right away, rolling her hips over him. He cursed and bit her bottom lip, not being gentle in the slightest.

She gasped, her hands finding her way to the hem of his shirt right away and she tugged up. “Off, I want this off.”

“Demanding.” Rafe quipped, but pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He flipped them over easily and caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. “Will you be good?”

A little caught off guard by his commanding nature, Sophie blinked up at him with wide eyes. “You’re gonna leave a mark.” She murmured.

He immediately loosened his grip on her, sitting up a little to give her some space. “Shoot, sorry, am I hurting you?”

“No, um. You don’t have to be gentle all the time.” She pressed her hips up into his and shook her head quickly, cheeks burning red as she clarified. “I like it.”

“Fuck, Soph.” He cursed and leaned back down to kiss her hard, bruising. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” She moaned quietly as he kissed along her jawline and down her neck, keeping her wrists pinned in place. “You can’t die, I don’t like fighting with anyone else.”

“That’s all I’m good for?” He nipped at her collarbone, enjoying when she squirmed under him. “Sometimes I like you better when you’re moaning.”

“I like you better when your mouth is occupied.” She snapped back, pushing her hips against him again to try and find any friction. He let go of her wrists, only to fiddle with the clasp of her skirt. Sophie reached to pull off her top, but he knocked her hands away. “Keep this sad excuse of a shirt on.”

She lifted her hips for him to tug her skirt down her legs. “Thought you didn’t like it.”

“I like it just fine, I don’t want other people seeing you in it.”

Her next sassy response died in her throat as he grabbed her panties in both hands and ripped them clean in half. He kissed up her thighs, using one forearm across her hips to pin her in place.

“You’re buying me a new pair.” She breathed out, only a little delayed.

“Oh, so now you’ll let me buy you things?” He kissed everywhere but where she wanted it, feather-light, and she whined, trying to move her hips toward him. “A ten-dollar pair of underwear is not the same thing as what you were trying to do.” When he nipped teasingly at her hipbone, her shirt now pushed all the way up her stomach, she huffed. “Rafe, please.”

“Patience, angel.” He admonished, but brought two fingers up to her anyway, teasingly stroking around her entrance. She let her head fall back when he slipped them inside of her and he reached up and grabbed her chin with his free hand, ultra commanding. “Eyes on me.”

She nodded quickly and bit her lip hard to stifle her next moan, trying her hardest not to let her eyes flutter shut at the pleasure.

“I want to hear you.” Rafe pressed his thumb against her clit, smirking when she gasped. “Can’t. You’re not - fuck - not allowed up here.” She bit out, having trouble speaking with the way he was moving his fingers against her. When he withdrew his fingers just as she was on the edge, she whined, reaching for him. “Wait, no, I was close.”

“Always so fucking whiny for me.” He grinned and pressed his fingers to her lips. She opened obediently, sucking on them until they were clean. “Good girl.”

“I want you.” Sophie told him meaningfully, reaching for his belt buckle. He stood just long enough to kick his pants to the floor while she reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, handing it to him. He wasted no time in rolling it on and nudging her back to lie down. “You okay?”

“Yes, fine, shut up.”

He laughed, lining his hips up against hers. “That’s no way to talk to someone you love.”

“Had to remind myself I’m still mad at you.” She informed him, but gasped sharply anyways as he pushed into her unexpectedly. He waited for her nod to start thrusting into her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave a mark. “Just let me pay for my half. At least.”

“You’re not seriously - ohh.” She breathed out, letting her head fall back. “This isn’t fair.”

He stopped abruptly, though it pained him a little. “I can quit and we can keep arguing.”

“No, no, please don’t stop.” She whimpered, wrapping an arm around his back to pull him closer to her. He nodded and kept going, bringing one hand in between them to play with her clit. “My half and your dress.”

“Rafe, fuck, please.”

“All of it, then.” He groaned, trying his best to keep himself fairly quiet (though her creaky bed was a dead giveaway).

“Just half.” She bit back a moan, squirming under him. “You’re evil for bringing this up now.”

“Devil to my angel.” He smirked.

“Don’t stop.” Sophie mumbled against his shoulder, arching her back as he hit the perfect spot. “Shh, shh.” He soothed. When she finally came, biting against his shoulder to keep herself quiet, he came shortly after, hips stuttering against hers. The two lay in silence for a moment, breathing heavily against each other.

“I think we’re late to the party.” Rafe quipped.

She laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We’re not going to the fucking party. We both need a shower.”

He whined, letting his head fall to her shoulder. “But I can’t shower here.”

“No, you’ll have to go home.” She agreed, combing her fingers through his long, floppy hair. “Wanna sleep with you.” He mumbled, always extra cuddly after sex. “Maybe you don’t deserve to sleep with me, trying to sabotage me in a fight.” She pointed out.

He lifted his head quickly, kissing her cheek. “No, c’mon. Not fair, let me stay.”

She laughed at his near-whiny tone. “I’ll shower here, you go home and shower, then I’ll come over and stay with you. Deal?”

“So inconvenient.” He grumbled, but reluctantly stood, pulling on his clothes. “Promise you’ll come over right away?”

“Promise.” Sophie smiled, leaning over to meet him in a quick kiss. “Get out of here.”

“Wait, Soph.” He paused just at the door, giving her a goofy grin. “Will you bring that soft blanket?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“You just fucked me like that and now you're asking me to bring over a blanket for you to sleep with?”

He grinned, sheepish. “Exactly. See you soon, love you!” He waved quickly before leaving, sneaking out of the house. He had barely left before seeing a text from Sophie -

better not fall asleep before I’m there. love you too.

#i did not edit #not one bit #and i know it's late but i'm posting and running #like didn't even proofread #maybe i will reblog later #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #outer banks fanfic #outer banks smut #college rafe #frat rafe #rafe x sophie #mine

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I’m Yours:

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Chapter VI

Y/N is Kenny Ortega’s ‘niece’ after going through a rough breakup, Kenny decides to fly her over to stay with him, will her broken heart mend?

(Female Reader, NO SMUT, Romance, Friendship, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC/IMAGINE, I hope it’s good, Kenny is lifelong family friend so reader calls him Uncle Kenny. I’m British so the writing is going to be British so like ‘mum’ not ‘mom’ yanno?)

Warnings: swearing mostly

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“I don’t need to” he said, causing my heart to flutter, the things this boy does to me.

Y/N

“Hey! you!” I heard the voice of a Canadian from behind me, I turned around and saw the smiling face of Charlie coming towards me, his torso lowered as he ran towards me with his arms open, I raised my eyebrow at his antics before I was lifted in the air and spinning around, I squealed at the sudden change and lightly tapped Charlie’s shoulder to put me down,

“Let go of me you weirdo” I laughed before Charlie let my feet hit the ground, he stared down at me with a cheesy grin plastered on his face, I rolled my eyes playfully and pushed Charlie towards the trailer, “you, Charles, have to get ready. Busy day today” I smiled, just as I opened up the door to costumes and pushing Charlie lightly,

“Okay beautiful, okay” he said, laughing at me as he closed the door behind him, I blushed at his kind words and turned around to see Madison and Jadah smiling at me,

“Girl, he totally likes you” Jadah stated just as I came up to them, I scoffed playfully and laughed at the statement, “he does! Everyone can see it but you” Madison nodded in agreement, pulling my arm and linking hers with mine, Jadah doing the same.

“He’s always around you Y/n, he always needs you nearby” Madison smiled, “it’s cute, it’s like he always wants to check up on you” she continued to tease, I rolled my eyes at the girl,

“You’re so funny” I drawled out sarcastically, walking with the girls to set, as we walked the girls continued to list the things that ‘obviously show’ that Charlie is ‘in love’ with me,

“He steals glances at you every single chance he gets. He is with you every single time we’re on a break” Jadah started, Madison nodding in agreement, I groaned, the list also contained this:

-I am the first person he goes to every single morning before shooting.

-He watches my Instagram and Snapchat stories repeatedly

-He has my post notifications on

-Madi and Jadah hear Owen and Jeremy tease him about me every day

-Charlie always fixes his hair and clothes every time I’m nearby

-He calls me and only me, beautiful, gorgeous, lovie.

“And and AND! Miss L/n, did you know that every time we’re in a scene and Kenny yells cut, the first thing Charlie does it come up to us and asks if you thought he looked good in the scene, or if you were impressed with his acting or if you thought-“

“Okay okay!” I sighed, cutting Madi off, “oh look, there’s Sav, I’m gonna go. See you guys later” I unlinked my arms with the two girls and ran over to Sav, calling her name,

“Oh hey sweetie” Sav smiled as she wrapped her arms around me, “oh look, there’s lover boy” she whispered in my ear before turning me around by my shoulders, I smiled as Charlie wandered over to us dressed as Luke,

“Ew what do you want Stink” I joked, as Charlie wandered over to us dressed as Luke, smiling,

“You” he answered simply, causing my heart to do a flip, I can’t seriously be falling for a guy this soon, really? I thought to myself, it’s not possible. I shouldn’t. Charlie quickly eased my thoughts as he engulfed me in a tight hug, “I want you” he whispered just within ear shot, “to stop calling me Stink” he pushed me away before running off to set towards Madi, Jeremy and Owen.

I watched as everyone started the scene, and since the girls had mentioned their list, that was all I could really think about. It was like my senses had heightened and I noticed everything that Charlie did. He really did steal glances at me, he really did adjust himself whenever he thought I was looking.

“Right guys, cut. 2 minute break, I’m just gonna check on the scene and see if there’s any adjustments needed for the scene” Uncle Kenny announced, and that was when I saw Charlie pull Jeremy and Owen to the side, they huddled together, I tilted my head to the side and saw Charlie look back over to me, I scrunched my nose at him playfully before beckoning him over, Charlie suddenly went wide eyed and ran his hands over his jeans, he bounced on his feet slightly before heading over to me,

“Uh hey, wassup?” Charlie asked, almost nervously, I smiled up at him and took a hold of his hand, his nerves eased slightly,

“Hey, you were really good” I assured, tugging lightly on his hand and smiling up at him, “you’re little grumpy face is so cute” I complimented honestly. I watched as the nerves washed away and Charlie beamed down at me, my hand still in his as I felt his thumb run lightly over mine.

“Really?” He questioned, I nodded enthusiastically and continued to smile at the sweet boy in front of me, he bounced on his feet and swung our hands slightly, “Thanks Lovie” he smiled,

“You’re most welcome” I replied, he booped me on the nose, causing me to scrunch my nose slightly,

“You’re cute” he tilted his head to the side, staring down at me with his gorgeous eyes, I could feel a blush slowly creep up on to my cheeks, I averted my gaze,

“You’re so silly” I laugh at him, trying to cover up the effect his words had on me, he smirks down at me and turns to look at the set behind him,

“I should get back, are you still gonna be here when I’m done?” He questioned, I looked at Charlie with an ‘are you serious’ look,

“Seriously Charles? Of course I am, I have to wait for Uncle Kenny” I laughed, he slowly nodded, mumbling ‘right’ repeatedly before chuckling and letting go of my hand and running over to the set.

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“Hey” I heard a voice speak from above me, I looked up to see Marcus, one of the cast assistants smiling at me, “can I join you?” He questioned, pointing towards the seat in front of me,

“Oh sure Marcus, of course” I smiled slightly before looking back over to the set, watching my friends do what they did best, I glanced back over to Marcus to see him staring at me whilst drinking from his water bottle, “you okay?” I questioned cautiously, becoming slightly concerned at his prolonged eye contact,

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just admiring your beauty” he winked at me, Marcus was around my age so it wasn’t weird, and it wasn’t like he was unattractive, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He had these piercing green eyes, floppy chocolate brown hair styled down the middle like Leo Dicaprio in Titanic, his nails were painted black, his face was dotted with freckles and he had a small nose ring... however, it still made me feel uncomfortable and I couldn’t really explain why.

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Charlie

I glanced over to check up on Y/n, like I do every single day, I couldn’t stand not being near her, I hadn’t even known her that long and it was like she consumed every thought.

“Who’s that?” I questioned, tapping Jeremy on the shoulder lightly, pointing slightly over to Y/n sat facing some guy, they were chatting and I could tell that Y/n wasn’t feeling too comfortable by the way her laugh wasn’t as joyful as it usually is, and how she was shuffling in her seat.

“Oh, that’s Marcus, he’s Tori and Sacha’s cast assistant” Jeremy explained, “he’s like 21” he continued, I nodded and overheard Kenny call for a 30 minute break, that was enough for me to put on the blinkers and make my way over to Y/n.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my arms draping over her shoulders as I rested my chin lightly on the top of her head, I felt Y/n jump slightly as the sudden contact of my arms on her, she tensed slightly before I watched her glance down at the bracelets donning my wrists, her body lost all its tension and she traced her soft fingers over my exposed skin on my arms “Hey Lovie, we’re on a break for a half hour, wanna come grab lunch with me?” I asked, Y/n looked up at me and then over to Marcus,

“Uh yeah, you two go. Um it was nice talking to you” Marcus mumbled, getting up from his seat “I needed to get back to work anyway” he laughed shortly before heading over to Sacha’s trailer, Y/n stood up and smiled at me,

“Thank you... I was feeling kinda awkward” she giggled slightly, I tilted my head slightly as a signal for her to explain, I knew it was something more than what she was letting on, “my ex, he um dressed and looked similar to Marcus, kinda made me feel weird” she explained simply, I tugged her arm lightly and brought her into my arms, rubbing my hand up and down her back, I could feel her body shake slightly as small and quiet sobs left her body,

“Hey, hey” I whispered quietly, resting my chin atop her head once again, “he isn’t worth these tears beautiful girl, you deserve so much more” I soothed, Y/n sniffled slightly before removing her head from my chest, she wiped away her tears and looked up at me, her eyes glassy, she smiled weakly and nodded,

“I’m not even crying over him... it’s just, I don’t know...” she sighed in defeat, I waited for a few seconds before Y/n continued, “I just feel like maybe I don’t deserve to be loved, I was with him for so long and for half of it, he was with somebody else...” Y/n mumbled, fiddling with her t-shirt nervously,

“You” I began, taking her hands in mine to stop her fiddling, “my Lovie, you are more than deserving. You deserve the world and more, he just is too blind and stupid to see how amazing you are, you’re beautiful Y/n, so beautiful” I cupped her face in my hands as she looked down,

“But Quinn is everything I want to be, she’s so so beautiful, I don’t know why I thought Zac would just want me, always, y’know? Especially considering Quinn was always around... I was so stupid” Y/n sighs in defeat, I watched as she went to speak again, about to tell me more self-deprecating words but before she could I cut her off.

“Nope, don’t say anything else misses, I don’t want to hear you put yourself down anymore okay?” I stated as I took her hand and began to walk with her to catering, I walked slowly just in case, I didn’t want anyone in catering to hear this sensitive conversation with Y/n “Look Y/n, you’re incredible, I’ve never met this Quinn but I can guarantee you that your beauty goes above and beyond what Quinn has. Not only physically but your personality is the most beautiful thing. Zac was stupid to let you go but he’s done the rest of the world a favour because now us single guys have a chance at having you.” Y/n blushed slightly at my words before laughing and shaking her head,

“That’s not true” she stated, dropping her head, she continued to walk as I stopped in place, I pulled her back lightly, “it’s not Charlie...” she continued

“It’s one of the truest things I’ve ever said, look Y/n, you’re perfect, absolutely perfect, I have never met anyone as beautiful as you and I doubt that I ever would. Zac truly is the biggest doofus” Y/n giggled at my use of words, “he is! He’s an idiot for letting you go Angel, he truly has done the single guys a favour because we are always searching for a girl like you. A girl with a kind smile, joyful laugh, twinkling eyes. You are everything that anyone would want” Y/n looked up at me through her eyelashes as a tear slipped out, I quickly caught it with my thumb, wiping it away.

“Really?” Her voice cracked, half smiling up at me, “you really mean that?” I nodded happily,

“I really really mean that” I assured, “come on now Lovie, let’s go get some food” I changed the subject quickly in order to make Y/n feel a bit lighter in mood, I bent down and tapped my back,

“What are you doing?” She laughed.

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Y/N

“Get on” Charlie whined, I rolled my eyes and jumped on Charlie’s back, he adjusted my comfortably before walking further towards catering,

“So what’re we having this time?” I questioned, Charlie shrugged, “how about waffles with peanut butter, bananas and maple syrup?”

“Oh definitely! That sounds like the best, I’m gonna have some pringles with mine though” Charlie said as he placed me back down on the floor, we walked together through the catering hall before grabbing our food,

“Your obsession with putting pringles on things is disgusting” I joked, rolling my eyes. We both sat down at a table with Owen, Jeremy, Madison and Savannah. Jadah was still grabbing food with Sacha and Tori.

“Look at this Charlie, look, Y/n knows how far to go- this waffle looks amazing” Owen said, pointing down at my waffle, “I bet you it will taste great” I nodded and offered Owen a bite, he accepted happily and nodded approvingly, “see? Yep. Amazing... but this! This travesty in front of you. Too far” I laugh at Owen’s dramatics and continued to eat my waffle,

“Don’t knock it unless you try it O, this is amazing” Charlie said as he squashed the Pringles in his waffle and took a bite, i scrunched my face in disgust as Charlie munched happily.

“Nope... I’m with Owen on this one. It’s gross” I said,

“Charlie, you’re nasty” Madi joked, causing the table to laugh, “you need to be checked” she continued, Charlie rolled his eyes and continued to eat his concoction happily.

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“Hey Y/n/n” I heard Charlie call at the end of the day as I was walking towards my Uncle Kenny, I stopped in my tracks and turned around, smiling up at the bouncing boy,

“Hey Bub” I smiled, the new nickname causing Charlie to blush slightly and smile at me, “what’s up?” I questioned, Charlie began to shuffle on his feet nervously, “hey... Charlie... talk to me” I assured soothingly, Charlie took a deep breath and nodded

“Okay, so” he began, looking everywhere but me, “Iwaswonderingifmaybeyoupossiblywantedtogoutwithmetonightmaybe” Charlie said quickly, so quickly that I couldn’t pick up what he was trying to say,

“Huh?” I asked, tilting my head, “I didn’t catch a word of that Charlie” Charlie took another deep breath and finally brought his gaze to me, keeping eye contact, I watched as his pupils dilated causing me to tilt my head in confusion,

“Okay okay... right” Charlie mumbled, still looking at me, “I was wondering” he began as he fiddled with his fingers, I reached over and took a hold of his hand smiling, his nerves quickly dispersed as his eyes searched my face, “I was wondering if maybe... you would wanted to go out with me tonight...? It’s fine if you don’t want to, I get it like you’ve just gotten out of a relationship and you’re still hurting, I get it but” Charlie rambled, I giggled at his adorable state and shook my head,

“Charlie, I would love to go out with you tonight” I smiled, Charlie looked up at me and scrunched his eyebrows together,

“Really?” He asked, “you really want to?” I nodded and swung our hands together,

“I really really want to” I went up on to my toes and planted a light kiss to Charlie’s cheek,

“O-okay, right. I’ll pick you up at 8?” He questioned, I suddenly was glad that today was a half day shoot, it gave me enough time to prepare and possibly go shopping to get a new outfit,

“8 sounds perfect” I smiled, Charlie nodded and jumped lightly on his feet before pulling me in for a hug, leaving a light kiss on top of my head and suddenly running off to his trailer, waving goodbye to me.

“I told you he liked you!” Madi yelled from behind me, I span on my heels and half smiled at Savannah, Jadah and Madison all huddled together smiling widely at me,

“Okay okay” I gave in, “you three are geniuses, but can you please help me out? I have no idea what to wear...”

“Oh my god, shopping?” Savannah questioned, Tori came up from behind me, wrapping an arm over my shoulders,

“Hey girl,” Tori smiled, “I heard shopping” she joked, “what’s the occasion?”

“Well our lovely Y/n has got herself a date...” Jadah trailed off before rushing over to me along with Sav and Madi, they all cuddled me in and squealed with excitement,

“Wait wait... with who?” Tori questioned excitedly, “is he cute? Do we know him?” She continued, we all pulled away from our hug just as Charlie walked past with Owen and Jeremy, he glanced over at the small huddle of girls and smiled at me, my lips pursed in pursuit of trying to hide my smile as I glanced down at the floor, “no way! I knew it!” Tori whisper-yelled.

“Okay I get it, you all told me so” I laugh, “now can you please help me!” I begged, tugging on Tori’s arm, the girls laughed and nodded, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Kenny telling him the situation and he quickly replied saying it was all okay and that he was going out for the evening with Mr Reyes anyway.

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“Okay so we’ve settled on this dress right? Have you got anything to wear with it?” Savannah questioned as she held up a burnt orange dress, I nodded,

“I just don’t have any shoes” I admitted, the four girls in front of me nodded, Madi took a sip from her smoothie before pointing over to a shop,

“Why don’t we try over there?” She asked once she had taken a sip of her drink,

“Yeah why not, let’s go” Jadah agreed, I quickly ran over to the counter with the dress for the date alongside some other clothes that I just wanted to buy because sometimes I just couldn’t help myself before going back over to the girls, Jadah took me by my hand and walking with me and the rest of the girls to the shop Madi had suggested. We looked throughout the shop, each girl picking up shoes and showing them to me for my approval.

By the end of the 3 hour shopping trip, each girl had bags upon bags of clothes, accessories, shoes and anything else that they wanted to buy, me included. “Well I’d say that was successful” Savannah commented, causing us all to erupt in short laughter, “it was fun having a girls day! We need to do it again” she continued,

“Oh for sure, this whole thing was very therapeutic” Tori agreed we continued to walk further towards a the parking lot before we all went our separate ways, Mr Reyes was picking up Jadah and Madison, Tori was driving Savannah back home and Uncle Kenny was picking me up.

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Charlie

“Owen! I haven’t even planned out this date properly, it kinda happened in the spur of the moment. Where do I take her?” I ranted as I paced through the living room,

“Charlie... I don’t think that Y/n is going to be the kind of girl that really cares about where you take her, I also think she’s the kinda girl who would want a date that isn’t classed as ‘basic’ you get what I mean?” Owen said in an attempt to calm me down,

“Okay okay... so what do I do? I’ll pick her up at 8 and then I could take her to a small diner in Vancouver and then we could go to a viewing point maybe? Dude I don’t know” I stressed, tugging at my hair,

“Charlie... that’s the best idea, that will work perfectly okay? Do that, I’m sure she’ll love it” Owen said, I nodded and huffed, still stressed out. “You really like her don’t you?” He questioned, I sighed and sat down next to my best friend,

“Yeah man... She’s had me since day one, I’ve been hooked. She’s just beautiful, she’s so perfect. She’s kind and caring and funny... I just want to show her what it’s like to be truly loved because Zac, her ex, treated her like shit” I explained, looking over at the clock on the wall,

“You better start getting ready dude” Owen spoke my inner thoughts as he patted my back and pushed me upwards off the couch, I nodded and walked over to my bathroom to start getting ready.

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Y/N

“You nervous Star?” Kenny asked as we entered the apartment,

“Can you tell?” I questioned back, he nodded slightly, “It’s been so long since I’ve been asked on a date, I hardly ever went on dates with Zac. I think in the entirety of our relationship, we went on like 7 dates” I explained, Kenny took me into his side and patted my head lightly,

“Well I know my Charlie, he’s going to give you the best date of your life okay? No need to be nervous, just think of it as two friends going out, everything will be fine okay?” Kenny assured and he swayed with me. I nodded and rested my head against his chest, “you, kiddo, need to start getting ready” he said as he lightly patted my upper arm, I nodded and carried my bags into my bedroom.

Once I got into my bedroom, I tipped up each bag and watched the contents fall onto the bed lightly, I rummaged through the pile of clothes and shoes before pulling out the burnt orange dress and some small heeled black boots. I placed those items further up my bed before putting everything else in it’s rightful place. As soon as I had finished putting everything away I pulled out my black turtle neck top and my black socks that went up to just below my knee, I placed those items on my bed alongside the dress and boots.

I quickly hopped into the shower, washing my hair and body and shaving over any growing hairs, I stayed in the shower for around 20 minutes longer than I should’ve due to listening to my music and performing a non-existent concert. I jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body and rubbed my hair dry before brushing my teeth and putting on a face mask, I dried my hair with a hair dryer before curling it lightly, letting my hair flow freely once I had finished. I peeled off my face mask and wiped away any residue before applying some natural looking makeup and swiping some nude coloured lip stick across my lips, I set my makeup with some setting spray and placed some curling moose in my hair and hair sprayed it to keep the curls.

I applied some moisturiser to my body before spraying some deodorant and my favourite perfume, I stepped out of the shower and promptly got dressed, I searched for my black crossbody bag that was hidden somewhere in my wardrobe just as my phone chimed, I wandered over to my desk and picked up my phone to see the message from Charlie

>my favourite Canadian🇨🇦- Hey, I’m outside. No need to rush though okay? Come down when you’re ready Lovie ❤️

I smiled down at the text, although it was a small gesture but it was the first time he had sent me a heart and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race.

<I’ll be down in a second, just grabbing my bag ❤️

I rushed into my wardrobe and pulled out my bag before checking myself over in the mirror, Hm, I like it. I thought to myself as I twisted my body to look at the side and back of my outfit.

I rushed out of my bedroom, stuffing my keys, purse and phone in my bag, “you look beautiful Star” Uncle Kenny smiled at me,

“Thanks Uncle Kenny, I gotta go though, Charlie’s waiting for me” I said breathlessly due to the nerves kicking in again,

“Okay Munchkin, you have no need to worry or be nervous okay? Besides nerves are a good sign, it means you like him” Kenny said as he cuddled me in,

“I do like him, I really like him... I shouldn’t though should I? I mean Zac and I broke up not that long ago and I” Kenny promptly cut me off,

“You texted me 3 weeks before the break up with Zac saying that you were feeling off about the relationship, you convinced yourself it was a blip but you knew that you two were heading south. I see the way you look at Charlie and how he looks at you... and how you two look at each other. You liking him is not a bad thing okay? You can’t help what your heart feels so, you go and have fun. You got your keys?” Kenny asked, I nodded and pointed towards my bag, Uncle Kenny ushered me towards the door and waved me off as I rushed down the hall to the elevator.

“Hey” Charlie said as I left the main building, see Charlie stood outside of his car holding a sunflower, “you look beautiful... sunflowers are your favourite right?” Charlie questioned as he handed me the flower,

“Yes they are... and thank you, you look very handsome” I complimented, Charlie was wearing some brown boots, dark blue jeans with a plain white tee and brown courdory jacket. I twiddled the sunflower in my fingers, Charlie opened the passenger door for me and closed it after I had sat inside.

“You okay?” Charlie asked as he drove down the street,

“Uh yeah, just not really used to dates, I haven’t been on many” I admitted, Charlie’s jaw instagntly dropped,

“Wait... you serious?” He questioned “Zac’s such a loser man, if I was him, I’d be taking you out on dates every week” I smiled over at Charlie, “I’m serious”

“I know you are” I replied, “so where are we going?” I questioned, scrunching my nose, Charlie placed a single finger up to his lips, “it’s a secret is it?” Charlie laughed,

“Yes it is Lovie.” Charlie turned the music up and continued to drive for another 10 minutes until he pulled up into a parking lot. “We’re here” he said as he put the car into park, I unbuckled and went to open the door, “ah ah ah, what’re you doing?” He questioned,

“Opening the door...” I said obviously, Charlie tutted at me before ordering me to stay still as he hopped out of the car and opened my door for me, “oh you’re such a gentleman” I joked as I slipped out of my seat, Charlie took my hand in his instantly and intertwined our fingers- yeah Charlie and I had held hands before but never interlocked, this was another small detail that caused my heart rate to race. Charlie closed the door behind me with his spare hand as he moved our interlocked hands over my head so his arm was behind my neck, I readjusted my hand so it held his comfortably as we walked towards a cute diner that had a 50s style to it.

Charlie opened the diner door for me and walked us over to a spare booth, I slipped into the comfortable seat across from him, “this place is so cute” I smiled, looking around at the pink and dark mint green colours of the diner, I reached over and grabbed a menu and looked back up at Charlie, “what?” I questioned as I saw him staring at me,

“You’re just so beautiful” he sighed happily before he reached and took a hold of my hand again using his other to grab a menu and look through to figure out what he wanted.

“What can I get for you?” A waitress asked tapping her pad with her pencil lightly,

“Can I have the Neopolitan shake and the cheeseburger and fries please” I asked, the lady nodded and wrote down my order,

“And can I have the same but with a lemonade?” Charlie said, the waitress nodded and smiled at us before walking off and giving our orders to the chef. I looked over at Charlie as he ran his thumb over my knuckles before lifting my hand up and placing a kiss to my knuckles.

Our food came quite quickly and Charlie and I ate just as quickly, talking slightly in between. Uncle Kenny was right, it was like two friends just hanging out, however Charlie consistently added cute little moments, whether it was taking my hand in his or leaving a few kisses on each of my knuckles or dropping in compliments every now and then. Soon after we had finished, the waitress had come with the bill, “what’re you doing?” Charlie questioned as I reached into my purse,

“I’m paying for my half...” I said, Charlie shook his head and snatched my purse from my hands, “Charles!” I stated, reaching across in an attempt to get my purse back,

“Nope. No. I’m paying. I asked you out on this date, so I’m paying, the next date you can pay” Charlie said as he sent me a wink, I huffed and sat back in my seat, watching Charlie pay for our meal. “Now come on, the dates not over yet Angel” he smiled as he handed my purse back, I tilted my head in shock and slid out of the booth, Charlie tucked me into his side and we thanked our server before leaving the diner and getting back into the car.

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Charlie

I pulled up and parked my car at the viewing point before clambering out and walking over to Y/n’s side, I shook my hands in an attempt to calm my nerves “it’s okay Charlie, it’s been going well so far” I whispered to myself “everything’s fine” I continued before I opened the passenger door, I took ahold of Y/n’s hand and closed the door behind her, I brought us to the front of my car and sat on the hood, tapping the spot next to me for Y/n to sit.

“Wow” she said as she saw the lights of the city, “this is so beautiful” the girl next to me snuggled into my side voluntarily and I slowly wrapped my arm around her shoulders bringing her in closer, playing with the curled ends on her hair and that was how we stayed, sat in comfortable silence, her soft hair falling over my fingers as I twirled the curls, Y/n’s hand placed softly on my chest drawing faint pictures.

“Hey” I said quietly after 15 minutes of the comfortable silence, “are you cold?” I questioned as I felt the girl shiver in my arms,

“No no, I’m fine” she smiled and waved me off, I shrugged my jacket off regardless as I knew she was lying, I draped the jacket over her shoulders and watched as she slid her arms through the holes, wrapping the jacket around her torso tightly,

“You look good in my jacket” I said, playing with the collar before pulling her hair out of the back of the jacket that it was tucked within, Y/n blushed and lowered her head, her gaze focusing on the sleeves of my jacket, I tilted my head, this is is Charlie... I thought to myself, I sucked in a deep breath before slowly breathing out to try and calm my nerves, I lifted my hand and tilted her head up to look at me, I watched as her pupils dilated once they had focused on my face and smiled at her, “okay... I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks...” I trailed off causing the beautiful girl in front of me to become confused, her eyebrows knitting together slightly and she bit the inside of her cheek, twisting her mouth to the side.

“Do what?” She questioned, I didn’t reply, instead I cupped her face lightly in my hands and brought my face closer to hers, I felt Y/n close the gap as my eyes fluttered shut, I leant in closer and before I knew it my lips were on hers, they were softer than I ever imagined and they tasted a bit like the shake she had earlier, our lips moved in perfect harmony but before I knew it, we were both pulling away.

“Sorry... was that” I said before I was cut off by Y/n’s lips back on mine for a short but sweet kiss.

“It was perfect” she smiled, I nodded and pulled her in for one more kiss, quickly becoming addicted to the feeling it gave me.

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i might just keep sending these cos theres so many wonderful ones

willex, 34?

Oh my lord this got away from me I am SO sorry. (I'm not sorry, though, because I had so much fun writing this. Like, wow.) I will get to the other prompts as soon as possible but in the meantime enjoy almost 3k of literally just fluff.

This started as a cute scene in the studio and turned into a study on Willie's obsession with Alex's hands and then suddenly it was a love confession. Oops.

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The first time it happens, Willie chalks it up to nerves.

Alex is new to the whole ghost thing, Willie reasons. He might not still be super comfortable phasing through doors like it’s nothing. It’s been forty years since Willie had any sort of pulse, but he knows it would be pounding right now as he puts on a casual front, swinging his arm forward and then back to grab Alex’s hand.

Alex jumps like he’s been shocked with static electricity, eyes flying down to their joined hands and then back up to Willie’s face. He doesn’t pull away, though, and the tension that appeared in his shoulders is gone as quick as it arrived, and then he smiles, so Willie knows he’s good.

They’ve hung out three or four times since they first met on Sunset Boulevard, and Willie has decided he’s starting a catalogue of Alex’s smiles; this one is new. It’s shyer than the “Grateful You’re Answering My Questions” smile Willie got on the bench, not touched with laughter like the “Oh, This One Time” smile Alex uses when he tells stories about his bandmates. This one is startled, a little awkward, but soft and open, and Willie has a good feeling in his chest that Alex doesn’t share this smile with a lot of people.

Willie knows that if he lets himself keep staring at it, though, it’ll become the “Kissed Right Off My Face” smile, so he tears his eyes away from Alex and tugs them both into the museum, never letting go of his hand.

Somehow they’ve moved from palms clasped to fingers interlocked in the five seconds before they jumped through the doors, and Willie can feel the rough drumstick calluses on Alex’s palms and fingers, some edged with torn skin and others worn to permanence with the passage of time, all now permanently affixed in whatever state they were in when Alex died. There’s a large one right on the pad of Alex’s thumb that keeps brushing over the back of Willie’s hand, smaller ones tucked into the insides of his knuckles, and Willie wants to memorize all of them, all these little reminders that Alex bled and breathed and played music and was alive.

Willie kind of wants to never let go of Alex’s hand ever, but he didn’t drag Alex to this empty museum just to be weird and hold his hand, and Willie’s already caught sight of three different potential jumps that look just sick enough to impress the cute boy to his left, so it’s with some reluctance that he releases his grip on Alex to put his helmet on and cruise the gallery.

Willie finds himself tracing the smooth lines of his own palm later, after Alex leaves, remembering how the calluses felt against his palms and the way Alex gripped his hand, hesitant at first but then with intention, like even if Willie hadn’t grabbed his hand, Alex would have wanted him to.

When Willie grabs Alex’s hand at the Hollywood Ghost Club to help launch him over the tables and onto the dance floor, there’s that same initial shock that flies through Alex’s body, but it’s gone too fast for Willie to even be conscious of it, swept away by the adrenaline of the music and the way Alex is smiling at him, looking alive. This is the closest Willie has to any sort of home turf in the afterlife, and Alex is here, eyes lit up under the glow of the stage lights. Willie wants to take the memory of Alex’s face when he got up to dance and etch it frame for frame in stone: Alex’s tongue pressed against the side of his cheek, the way his bandmates cheered and jostled his shoulders but Alex’s eyes stayed on Willie the entire time. Willie didn’t know his cheeks could flush anymore, doesn’t know how it’s possible, but Alex sends him reeling that way, pink and warm and like he’s glowing.

Willie squeezes their hands together briefly, finding the callus on Alex’s thumb and sweeping his touch over it quickly enough to make it seem like an accident, and he swears he hears Alex’s breath catch above the roar of the music, their eyes meeting like an electric charge.

Luke and Reggie find themselves swept away by dance partners right away, and Willie’s just summoning up the courage to grab Alex and show him all the partner dances he knows when a lifer in a steel gray ball gown asks him for directions, and Willie has to show her to the stairs. He ducks and weaves his way through the crowd, laughing with delight as he watches Maya shred on the piano, and then Caleb catches his eye with a flashing grin and jerks his thumb towards the dance floor.

And there’s Alex, being twirled around by Dante, feet flying, and his smile is wide and startled and Willie wants to be the recipient of it so bad it aches. Fuego appears out of nowhere to catch Alex by his other hand, and Willie finds himself bowled over by a wave of ice cold envy, that anyone else should be granted the privilege of Alex’s touch without earning it.

Alex catches his eye and brightens like a fucking sun, beckoning Willie onto the dance floor, but the dancers twirl everywhere and everyone wants to touch Alex and Willie is in stupid, hopeless, maybe-love after knowing this boy for two weeks and it’s all too much, threatening to knock him over, so Willie tries to salvage what’s left of his crumbling foundations and bolts.

Willie doesn’t get to hold his hand again until suddenly it might be for the last time ever.

Everything is too fast, too sudden, and Willie doesn’t even get the chance to stop Alex from backing away before suddenly he’s sweeping forward and clutching onto Willie’s shoulders like he’s a buoy in a violent storm. Willie’s brain catches up after a moment. He buries his face in Alex’s neck and Alex smells like springtime, peony and cucumber and rainwater, like things waking up and coming back to life. Willie holds him like a lifeline, like hope of resurrection, and tries not to think about going back to the way things were before, trying to exist around the gaping maw Alex created when he crashed into Willie’s afterlife.

When they pull apart, it's out of some kind of necessity that Willie twines their fingers together. Alex tenses but doesn’t flinch, and Willie wants to ask about it, would ask about it if they had the time they deserved, but they don’t, because the universe is cruel and Willie is selfish and unthinking and so, so in love, and so he doesn’t ask and he settles for squeezing Alex’s hand one more time, memorizing every callus as if the phantom sensation of their hands intertwined might lead him to some sort of healing.

“I’ll see you around, Hot Dog,” Willie says just to watch the blush of indignance color Alex’s cheeks one more time before he forces himself to drop Alex’s hand and skate down the block out of sight. I would have still followed you, Alex had told him on the back of that couch in the Orpheum, face open and vulnerable, the closest he’ll ever come to a confession of what lay between them, and Willie has to force himself not to look back. If Alex could take Willie’s hand and tug him to the other side of whatever limbo this is the way Willie tugged him through those museum doors, Willie would follow him too, because he’d follow Alex anywhere. It just seems like fate has other plans.

It turns out, Willie thinks later, standing in the late night dark of the museum with Alex’s callused hands cradling his jaw and their foreheads pressed together, bathed in an impossible golden glow, that fate might just know what she’s doing.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Huh?” Alex looks up from the sheet music he’s studying, something Luke had shoved into his hands as he sprinted out of the garage that was just too good for Alex not to read right now. Julie is at school and Luke is with Reggie scoping out new venues for the afternoon, so they’ve got the studio to themselves, the concrete floors bathed in sunlight that turns Alex’s floppy hair to gold. He’s wearing Willie’s favorite shirt, the olive green Bowie one, and his jacket has been abandoned to the back of a chair. Willie is definitely not ogling his arms.

Willie holds up their joined hands before letting them fall again to rest between them on the couch. “Whenever I grab your hand. You, uh, you always flinch a little.”

Alex blinks, setting the sheet music down and suddenly looking self conscious enough that Willie almost regrets saying anything. “Oh. I didn’t realize I was doing it.”

“I didn’t think you did,” Willie says easily, shifting his body to face Alex fully and tucking his feet up underneath him. “Everything okay? We don’t, um,” he continues, fumbling over his words, “if you don’t, like, like holding hands, we don’t have to --”

“No, no, no!” Alex cuts him off quickly. “I like it. Like, a lot. We don’t have to stop.”

“Oh.” Willie knows his face is as pink as Alex’s hoodie. “Good. That’s - that’s good.”

Alex shrugs. “I don’t know why I flinch. Just embarrassed, I guess.”

Here Willie has to pause. “Embarrassed?”

“I guess.”

“About what?”

Alex shrugs awkwardly, bringing his socked feet up onto the couch to hug his knees, their joined hands still tucked between them. “I’ve just always been weird about my hands,” he says, staring at his free hand, Luke’s sheet music forgotten. “I have all those ugly calluses. You know, from my drumsticks. Never liked them.”

Willie can’t help the giggle that bursts out of him, and Alex’s eyes fly to his face. “What?” he asks, mouth quirking up in what Willie’s now categorized as his “I Don’t Know What’s Going On But You’re Cute” smile, and Willie hums.

“Just ironic,” he muses, bringing Alex’s hand up to hold in both of his. “I’ve always loved your calluses.”

It’s Alex’s turn to blush. Willie earns himself a “Museum Date” smile and high-fives himself internally. “Really?” Alex asks, and Willie nods earnestly, turning Alex’s hand over to rest palm up in the cradle of his hands.

“Honestly, man? I’m, like, kind of obsessed with them.” He skims the lightest of touches over the small calluses tucked in the creases of Alex’s fingers and revels in the soft gasp Alex lets out. “Like, you loved something so much,” Willie murmurs, smoothing his thumb over a large one on Alex’s palm below his pointer finger, “that it tethered itself to your soul. Calluses are, like, proof of that passion. You were alive, and you loved this.” Willie reaches with his other hand and traces the edges of the callus on Alex’s thumb. “Even when it hurt you.”

He looks up and Alex is so still in the afternoon sunlight, like he’s suspended in amber. He’s so gorgeous it hurts. “I never thought of it like that,” Alex manages, voice hoarse, and Willie nods, suddenly finding that he can’t speak at all. He brings Alex’s hand up and presses his lips to the pad of his thumb, the seam of his mouth meeting the center of the time-hardened scar. Alex looks like he might faint.

“You really like them,” he breathes, and Willie nods again, not breaking eye contact as he moves, pressing feather-light kisses to the calluses on Alex’s fingers and palm.

“I really like you,” he answers, pulling Alex closer still to kiss the nonexistent pulse on the soft inside of Alex’s wrist. If Willie’s heart still beat it would be pounding out of his chest. Alex goes so easily, like clay in Willie’s hands, and it’s so easy for Willie to take his other hand and draw Alex’s legs out flat on the couch, all guardedness abandoned. Willie slides into his lap, knowing full well that he isn’t fooling anyone, that Alex can feel the way Willie’s breath stutters as he trails kisses to the crook of Alex’s elbow. Alex’s hand falls to the dip of Willie’s waist, the hem of the tie-dye crop slipping up so that Alex’s palm is pressed fully against the bare skin there, and it’s a crime how well it fits, like it was supposed to rest there, like nature intended it.

“I like your hands,” Willie murmurs, and he knows he couldn’t control the words spilling out of his mouth right now even if he wanted to. “I like holding them. I like the way the calluses feel on my palms.” He presses a kiss to Alex’s upper arm where the sleeve of his shirt meets skin, and when he drops it Alex’s other hand flies automatically to the small of Willie’s back, anchoring him like a magnet. Willie meets his gaze and Alex’s pupils are blown wide, eyes so blue Willie could drown in them, and his hands. Willie feels like he’s on fire everywhere Alex is touching him and somehow it isn’t enough.

“I like how steady they get when you play the drums,” Willie hums, steadying himself with two hands on Alex’s chest and dropping a kiss to his shoulder. “I like watching. I love,” and here he kisses Alex’s exposed collarbone, revels in the catch of his breath, “when you twirl your drumsticks. So easy, like you’re not even trying.”

Willie noses up and kisses the curve of Alex’s neck. Alex’s grip tightens on Willie’s waist, head tilting pliantly to the side to give him easier access. “Willie,” he breathes, but he doesn’t need to say anything else. Willie knows.

“I love it when you hold me,” he murmurs, still trailing kisses up Alex’s neck. “I love your hands on my waist, and my back, and my shoulders.” He mouths at Alex’s stupidly perfect jawline, kissing the corner. “I love your hands on my face when you kiss me.” Another kiss pressed to Alex’s cheekbone, just by his ear. “I love when they’re in my hair.”

Alex inhales sharply and then the hand on Willie’s back is skating up to thread itself in his hair, always so careful and gentle and intentional, even now, when Willie’s got him completely undone. Their foreheads are pressed together, breath mingling in the space between them, and Willie kisses Alex’s cheek again, each corner of his mouth, the lightest touch to his cupid’s bow, and the words that have sat inside of him since that day on Sunset Boulevard and maybe since the universe was created, well, they don’t seem so heavy anymore.

“I love your hands,” Willie breathes, everything around them impossibly still, “because I love you. If you can believe it.”

The shaky sigh that Alex lets out is audible, almost a cry, and then he’s kissing Willie, using the hand in his hair to guide the tilt of their heads and slotting their lips together so perfectly that Willie kind of wants to cry. He steadies himself with an arm on the back of the couch and reaches with his other hand for Alex’s arm. Without breaking the kiss Willie guides Alex’s other hand to cup his face, wrapping his own hand around Alex’s wrist and losing himself in the easy give and take of kissing this boy. This boy, who loved Willie so fiercely that he saved his soul, whose touch unravels him like spun sugar, who Willie could spend an eternity with. He will, if Alex will let him, and Willie just thinks he might.

They separate just enough to breathe, eyes closed and foreheads touching. Willie blinks his eyes open first, slowly, and the sight of Alex right there, flushed and radiant and gorgeous, is enough to knock the wind out of Willie’s lungs. He drops his hand from Alex’s wrist to reach up and brush some of the hair off of his forehead, pressing a kiss to his hairline. Alex hums, leaning into the touch, skating his thumb over Willie’s cheekbone before dropping his hand back to the dip of his waist.

“Wow,” Willie says quietly, the first to really break the silence, and Alex huffs out a quiet laugh. He runs his fingers gently through Willie’s hair all the way to the ends, lets his head flop back on the arm of the couch, blue eyes warm and his smile easy and open, and he’s the most beautiful, devastating thing Willie has ever seen.

“I love you too,” Alex says hoarsely, and then clears his throat. “By the way,” he adds, and there’s the rest of the Alex that Willie knows, always a little anxious but never unsure. Willie’s helpless to do anything but lean in and kiss him again, because he loves him. Golden, gentle, awkward, beautiful Alex, who loves Willie so intentionally, who guarded his heart so carefully even when it had already given itself away, who sees Willie for all his mistakes and jagged edges and broken parts and loves him for all of it, on purpose, but still worried over the calluses on his palms as if they made him anything less than perfect.

Alex kisses him back and Willie’s heart sings, and it feels just a little bit like forever.

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