#And it all crashed down on me and I suddenly had to draft the thought real quick on my phone before sleeping on it adhdfs

[xbraveheartx]

Suddenly smacked in the face by the implication of Romeo's message where he says "I remember you, so there's no reason for us to fight. I suppose."

I always thought the wording was weird, but didn't think too much on it... Until recently after we discussed some datamined stuff in the Carmeo/Promeo server. There's a scrapped line (where P was supposed to speak) that says "I may not remember, but I'm still your son" during the NP fight, and while the scrapped lines are their own can of worms, let's focus on the memory parts.

I had always thought that once a puppet woke up, they would just get their memories back. But the fact seems to be this: There are select memories that come back to give bits and pieces of their past that "wake" them up-- cause them to change, as we see with P and the necklace; As we see from the spliced memories at the Black Seaside. However, it might not be all one's memories that come back. Whether those spaces stay blank or come back over time, who knows.

What I'm trying to get at here is...

Romeo's memories might only consist of Carlo at the time of waking. Carlo was what woke Romeo-- "I remember you"-- He had the necklace, he knew from who it was; He recognized the face P was modeled after. "So there's no reason for us to fight, I suppose"-- there's a lack of confidence in the wording here. Friends aren't supposed to fight, right? That's what his memory tells him, at least.

And the only memories P tends to get in regards to his past? Those in relation to Romeo, his aspirations, and of his own death. Seemingly, these are the things most important to him.

They were the most important people to each other; They remembered each other, just one too late than the other.

[incognit0slut]

The breaking point

Part 2 of Beyond the Limit (can also be read as a standalone)

Spencer realizes that being dominant doesn’t always require him to be rough, especially when he has complete control over your body.

warnings: (18+, MDNI) soft dom spence because there’s a lot of praising in this one, reader in lingerie, orgasm control or edging, overstimulation, reader gets cockdrunk (idk how to explain it better), a little cockwarming at the end

Words: 4,3k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while and i finally finished it, i don’t usually do a part two for my oneshots but…i’m actually tempted to do more

You were a tease—a goddamn tease. Spencer knew he needed to work on his self-control, but it was hard to keep his composure when you had the ability to stir desire within him. It was perplexing, given that there was a time when thoughts of anything remotely sexual never even crossed his mind.

For the majority of his life, intimacy had been a foreign concept. While he occasionally felt a pang of jealousy witnessing everyone around him find love, he managed just fine without it.  He suspected it was partly a defense mechanism, channeling his focus toward other aspects of his life—such as his mother's health, for example—to avoid dwelling on what he lacked.

But then all his beliefs shattered when you came crashing into his life. Suddenly, everything he thought he knew about himself was thrown away. Your presence sparked a fire within him that he never knew existed and he found himself craving the intimacy he had once dismissed as unnecessary.

He wasn't even aware of how touch-starved he was until he met you, and now it was hard to maintain that last thread of self-control he possessed. It wasn't that he didn't want to give in, but rather, he feared the intensity of his own desires, afraid that he might enjoy it more than he anticipated.

Because did he have to be rough with you for him to be satisfied, now that he had once known how it felt like? But how could he indulge in such temptation when you looked so utterly beautiful right now, so delicate, so precious in his eyes?

How could he even fathom ruining your perfection with roughness?

"Spence?" You nervously asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Your confidence was starting to dissipate as his eyes slowly traveled down your body, taking in the lingerie you chose to surprise him. Although this was not the reaction you were hoping for. "Do you not... like it?"

Spencer's gaze lingered on you, his expression was unreadable for a moment before a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"No, no, it's not that," he reassured you, putting down the book he had been reading on the bedside table before you walked into your shared bedroom. He reached his hand out, motioning you to come closer. "It's just... you caught me off guard, that's all."

You approached him cautiously and as you stepped closer, you noticed the tension in his shoulders easing, replaced by a soft warmth in his eyes. His hand found its place on your waist, drawing you closer and you instinctively fell on his lap, your knees dipping onto the bed on each side of his thighs.

Feeling his arousal right between your legs, you couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips. "So you do like it," you murmured, a hint of satisfaction lacing your words.

"Like it? Sweetheart, that's an understatement," he replied. His calloused palms traveled along your sides as he took in the way the lace material hugged your curves.

The lilac-colored lingerie set on your body accentuated your figure perfectly. Both pieces were see-through, granting him a glimpse of your chest and lower region. The delicate edges of the top were adorned with more of the soft fabric, cascading over your stomach and back in a gentle, stunningly pretty way.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer whispered as he traced the intricate patterns of the fabric with his fingertips. "Absolutely breathtaking."

His touch sent shivers down your spine. You leaned into him, relishing the warmth and tenderness of his touch as one of his hands moved up your arm before resting behind your neck, pulling you closer to him.

His lips touched yours gently, sending a thrill coursing through your body. He nipped at your bottom lip, his touch both teasing and tender and as he sucked on it softly, a low moan escaped you. He then deepened the kiss, his tongue gently pushing into your mouth, and you kissed him back eagerly, your lips moving in perfect sync with his.

When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless, but he didn't stop giving you attention. His mouth made its way down to your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses along your skin and you couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him completely. He then sucked on the spot below your ear, his lips creating a deliciously pleasurable sensation that made you moan softly in response.

You could feel his smile against your skin as he continued to travel further down, his lips leaving a trail of heat along your neck and collarbone. At the same time, his fingers pulled down the strap of your lingerie top, the material gracefully falling down your body, revealing more of your skin.

"Beautiful," he whispered as if it was the first time he laid his eyes on you, even if the two of you lost count long ago. His name slipped from your lips the moment his wide palms were pressed to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and your nipples hardened beneath his touch.

Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, and your breathing quickened in response when his thumb traced over your sensitive peak, sending electric sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. Spencer watched the way your eyes widened with desire, his own filled with a hunger that mirrored yours. And when he leaned closer, wrapping his soft lips around it, you were instantly gone.

The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, eliciting the most sinful sound you weren't even aware of making. It was like music to his ears, fueling his desire to please you even more. He continued to suck on your skin, giving the same attention to each breasts, his movements growing more fervent with each passing moment.

When he felt your hips bucking against his, he let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure. He softly drew back your nipple, your supple skin following his pull before he released it with a soft pop. Your skin glistened from his saliva, and honestly, Spencer had never seen such a splendid sight before.

The way you were grinding against him over his cotton pants frantically sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He could feel the thin fabric of your sheer panties pressing between your cunt, and with each movement, he could see glimpses of soft, bare skin glistening under the light, driving him wild with longing.

A primal need surged within him, a need to devour you, to lose control and indulge in the raw intensity. He craved to run his rough hands along your body, to explore every inch of your skin and claim you as his own. But he couldn't—not when you were the one in control as you sought pleasure in the way your hips moved against his.

So instead, his hands found purchase on your hips, guiding you to move faster. "That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going."

You obeyed, pressing your aching heat against his cock, rolling your hips rapidly as a whimper of his name escaped you. You felt yourself growing hot and needy, your arousal dripping through your panties to coat his flesh beneath you, soaking through fabrics.

"Look at how wet you are," he mused, his voice laced with desire as he observed your flushed state and the evidence of your arousal staining the fabric between you. "Does this feel good?"

Your only response was another desperate moan, your body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being with him. What started lazy and slow soon turned into sporadic thrusts as you tried to cling to any friction. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, and your body quivered with a delicious ache. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn't enough.

"I need to feel you," you breathed out quickly, and before he could register what was happening, your fingers were pulling down his pants frantically. Sensing your desperation, he was quick to push the fabric down as his cock sprung free.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you lift your hips above him, taking him by the base with one of your hands while the other pushed the material of your panties to the side. He groaned when you pressed the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice. Spencer always made sure you were fully ready, either with his fingers or mouth—or even with your own fingers. But you were already wet enough, and you couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside you.

You nodded eagerly, the need for him overpowering any hesitation. "Please," you begged, your voice pleading and desperate. "I need you now."

Both of you watched in awe as his girth stretched your clenched walls, the sensation of being filled to the brim overwhelming your senses. It wasn't the first time this happened, but it felt like a new sensation each time, and you found yourself instinctively clenching around him, eager to feel him even deeper inside you.

"Fuck," you whimpered, allowing yourself a moment to adjust to his size. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as you squeezed yourself around him. With a slow, deliberate motion, you lifted your hips, feeling him ease out of you, only to lower yourself onto him again.

The sensation of him sliding back inside you made you gasp, a rush of pleasure washing over you as you took him deeper. His groan reverberated through your body, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you. As his head fell back against the headboard, you couldn't help but whimper, the words tumbling from your lips without much thought.

"You fill me up so good," you confessed, your voice laced with desire as you rolled your hips against him. Your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his soft stomach clench underneath your fingertips with every upstroke of your hips. "Take this off, baby."

With a low growl of approval, Spencer complied, swiftly removing his shirt and tossing it aside. Without hesitation, your hands trailed over his chest, reveling in the sensation of his smooth skin beneath your fingertips, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

He watched you intently, captivated by the raw display of pleasure that painted your features. The way your face twisted in ecstasy, the way your mouth hung open in silent gasps, the way your breasts bounced with every movement—all of it drove him to the edge of his self-control.

As you quickened your pace, he felt his restraint slipping away, the urge to claim you completely becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Each time you clenched around him, it became harder for him to hold back. And as always, you could tell. You could feel the tension in his grip on your hips, the way his fingers dug into your flesh with a possessive urgency.

You slowed your hips, bringing your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "You're doing it again."

His gaze met yours, filled with a mixture of desire and frustration. He knew exactly what you were referring to. "I... I can't help it. You drive me crazy."

"I know that," you responded, stilling for a moment as you kept him buried deep inside you. "I just need you to do something about it."

He slowly shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," you assured him, your voice filled with confidence as you leaned closer, bumping your nose against him seductively. "Come on, I know how much you want to be in control."

When he didn't respond, you pushed him even further, your lips tantalizingly close to his as you whispered your seductive taunt.

"I know you want more," you teased. "Don't you want to take control? Lie me on my back and fuck me until I can't think anymore? Until I beg you to stop while you use my body over and over again?"

"Don't tempt me," he choked out, his voice thick with longing and restraint.

But you weren't finished yet. "Yeah?" you challenged, your tone daring as you buried your hand in his disheveled, sweaty hair. "Then I dare you to."

You tugged on his roots.

"Fuck me, Spencer." You nipped on his bottom lip. "Fuck me real good."

His breath caught in his throat at your bold words, his heart pounding rapidly. With a shaky exhale, he met your gaze, the intensity in his eyes burning brighter than ever before.

And then, in a sudden surge of boldness, he surprised you, flipping you onto your back as you let out an amused squeal. But your laughter was quickly drowned out by the heat of his lips crashing down on yours.

He kissed you feverishly, with a messy and desperate hunger that left you breathless. He clung onto you as if you were the very air he needed to survive. He was devouring you as if you were the most delicious meal he had ever encountered, and he savored every moment, every sensation, swallowing your desperate moans.

And then he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss but any hint of disappointment vanished as you watched him shed his last piece of clothing. Then with deliberate slowness, he reached for your panties, his eyes locked on yours as he dragged them up your leg, savoring the sight of the damp fabric clinging to your skin.

When he finally discarded it on the floor, he wasted no time in grabbing one of your legs. With deliberate tenderness, he began trailing soft kisses along the inner part of your thigh, each gentle press of his lips sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. Your breath quickened as you watched him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I'm not going to be rough," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving yours as he planted soft kisses right at the edge of your drenching heat, teasingly close to where you craved him most. He then crawled over your body, settling himself between your legs, his gaze locked on yours.

"But I am going to use you," he murmured, his words sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "You'll let me do that, won't you?"

As he hovered above you, his weight supported by his arms, you watched a strand of his outgrown hair fall over his eyes. With a gentle touch, you reached out and tucked it behind his ear, a soft smile playing on your lips as you nodded in response.

"Say it," he urged. "Tell me you're mine to use."

You met his gaze, your own eyes dark with longing and anticipation. "I'm yours," you whispered, and when you felt his tip pressing into your entrance once again, you gasped. "I-I’m yours to use."

In one swift motion, he filled you again with a hard thrust that had you arching your back, a strangled moan escaping your lips as pleasure surged through you. "S-Spence..."

"Good girl," he praised, his words sending shivers down your spine as he kissed your cheek. His hips began to roll into you, setting a rhythm that drove you wild. "My good, pretty girl."

You whined in response, the sound music to his ears as he continued to thrust into you at a steady rhythm. He relished the way you responded to him, the way you surrendered to the pleasure he was giving you. He wanted to use the way you were satisfied, to use the way you wanted him, to take you to the brink of ecstasy.

He wanted to use you in every way possible, to make you his in every sense of the word.

Spencer never considered himself a possessive person, but when it came to you, he wanted to be the one you surrendered to completely. And in this moment, he had never felt more in control. It was intoxicating, the power he held over you, the way you willingly gave yourself to him.

That was why when he felt you clenching around him, knowing you were so close to your peak, he stopped. He wanted to draw out this moment, to savor every sensation, every sound you made, every breath that escaped your lips. He wanted to draw out your pleasure until you were begging for release, until you were completely and utterly his.

"Why—" you gasped. "Why did you stop?"

He smiled down at you. "Because I want to make you feel good, Angel," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "And I want to take my time doing it."

Your head fell back, and you couldn't help but bite your lip to suppress a moan. His use of the term Angel always had a way of melting your resolve, and you knew he was fully aware of the effect it had on you.

"Be patient," he chided before burying his head in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin gently. Then, he resumed moving his hips, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. It felt incredible, but you couldn't shake the desire for him to fuck you harder.

"More," you cried out, feeling as if you were in a deep haze.

"Yeah? Spread your legs wider then."

You whimpered at his simple command, your shuddering legs gradually spreading a few inches wider. It was becoming harder to breathe from the way he was pushing you into the mattress, but you welcomed the pleasure, craving more of him.

Your hands clawed at his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks from your nails as you desperately sought something to hold onto. The intense pleasure coiled tightly in your gut, making you feel as if you were gasping for air while your head swam with overwhelming sensations.

Your moans became more fragmented with every stroke of his hips, your thoughts clouded by the pulsating ache between your legs. All you could focus on was the overwhelming sensation building within you, traveling along your body. You were so close—and then it stopped.

It simply stopped right at the edge, and you couldn't feel anything but a raw need. It was incredibly frustrating as you caught him smiling down at you. You whined and bucked your hips, chasing the tight warmth you had so suddenly been denied.

Your breath came out in short, ragged gasps. "You're evil," you managed to say, your voice trembling with need. "I-I was so close..."

"Too soon," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to yours. "Just imagine how good it'll be once I finally let you come."

Spencer then slowly pulled away, his eyes tracing every detail of your trembling form—the way your mouth was slackened open, the way your hair sprawled across the sheets, the way your eyes fluttered closed yet struggled to remain open. He noticed them glistening with unshed tears, on the verge of falling, and a pang of guilt tugged at his heart.

He knew he was pushing you to your limits, but he couldn't help himself. He was simply using you, just like you asked him to. But seeing the tears welling in your eyes, a wave of tenderness washed over him, and he leaned down to kiss them away, whispering soft words of comfort.

"Shhh, it's okay," he murmured. Although his words were spoken softly, there was nothing gentle about the way he continued to fuck you. "You can take it. Hold on a little bit longer, I promise."

A choked sob escaped you as he pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, murmuring soothing words. One of his hands reached between you, settling on the lower part of your stomach before pressing down gently as he felt the outline of cock moving inside you. He let out a groan, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"That’s it, Angel," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You're taking me so well."

You whimpered almost pathetically as everything started to blur. You were a sweaty mess, both of you were, his skin gliding along yours effortlessly as he continued to thrust into you. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, so sticky, so messy, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to burn, but at the same time, it felt so good—the way he was stretching you, the way you could feel him moving in and out of you. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, it was all too much but also not enough.

"S-Spence..." you whined, your head spinning with pleasure, almost too delirious as drool seeped down the corner of your lips. "Pl-Please, I-I can't—"

A soft chuckle escaped him as he watched you struggle to form coherent words. "Alright, alright, I got you," he murmured reassuringly. "On three now. Can you be a good girl and come at the count of three?"

You nodded weakly. "Yes, yes," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breaths.

"That's my girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "One..."

Your breath hitched as anticipation built within you. Obscene wet noises filled your ears as he continued to fuck you, and with each number, his thrusts grew more deliberate, more intense.

"Two..."

You whined and he swallowed your moans, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. You couldn't form any coherent words. You couldn't even think. It was too fucking much and you were on the verge of your breaking point.

And then, on the final count, he drove into you with such force that it sent you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"Three," he whispered as he pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connected your parted mouths.

You gasped, holding onto him tightly as waves of pleasure consumed you. Your senses overwhelmed, your vision blurred with white-hot intensity, and tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you teetered on the edge of overstimulation.

T-Too much—You can't. You fucking can't.

The sensation never seemed to end and you found yourself surrendering to it,  your mind going blank. It was as if you were intoxicated by the heady sensation, your senses dulled and heightened all at once, drunk on his touch. Your body felt so wet, so sensitive, so overwhelmed by the sheer force of your climax. 

And when you thought it couldn't get any more intense, he proved you wrong by rutting his hips even harder with so much force as he chased his own high. He tucked his head in your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he moaned into your ear. With a few final thrusts, he drove into you deeply, his body tensing as he released himself inside you.

You were tired, so overwhelmingly spent, and as you both came down from the high, you gasped and trembled, your body finally relaxing from the pent-up tension. Your eyes felt glassy and unfocused, blinking slowly as you registered his murmured praises against your neck and shoulder.

He gently pulled away, and you winced as you felt him still throbbing inside you. Slowly, he searched for your eyes, his gaze filled with tenderness, and sighed in relief when you looked up at him with a tired yet blissful smile on your lips.

He smiled softly, relieved by your response. "You're okay."

You nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Hmm," you murmured, running your fingers along his damp hair. "I'm more than okay."

He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You did so well," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I'm so proud of you."

You giggled. "Me? I never thought you could be tempted to do that so easily."

He chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours. "You have that effect on me," he confessed. "Besides, it's hard to resist you."

"I am pretty irresistible, aren't I?"

"Absolutely," he replied as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. He shifted his weight and started to pull out, only for you to wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in place.

"No, no," you pleaded. "Stay inside me for a while."

He paused, looking down at you with a smile. "We need to clean up."

"And we will." You ran a hand over his shoulder. "Just... give me five minutes."

He sighed, his resolve melting under your pleading gaze. "Alright, five minutes," he agreed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "But then we really need to clean up."

You responded with a soft hum, snuggling closer to him as he shifted toward the empty space on the bed. With a gentle gesture, he pulled you on top of him, enveloping you in his arms as you sprawled across his body. 

You let out a sigh, tucking your face into the crook of his neck with the rhythm of his heart beating against your own. And as you savored the sensation of him still pulsing inside you, you smiled peacefully—you have never felt so complete.

I'm tempted to turn this into a series of one-shots where he and Reader explore new kinks together... or like how they try to navigate their relationship. I'm really, really tempted.

[aerynwrites]

Dreams Become Reality

Gale Dekarios x Fem!Reader

A/N: FINALLY got this finished lmao. Posted a teaser of this weeks ago and it has been sitting in my drafts ever since staring at me as I stared back it. Type a few words. Stop for a few says. Few more words, an even longer break. And so on lol. But it’s finally here! Based on the request.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, Reader is described as having female anatomy, fingering, gale comes untouched (kinda), choking, wet dreams, inappropriate use of Mage Hand, fluff and slight aftercare at the end.

The air around you is thick. 

Thick with tension. Thick with the warm breaths leaving both your lips. Thick with the smell of arousal. 

It’s all consuming - Gale, is all consuming. Surrounding and overtaking your every sense. 

The scent of him fills your nose - sandalwood, and old books, and right now, sweat. The exertion has made a thin layer form on his skin as his body slides against your own. 

Gale surrounds you in every way, cocooning you between his body and the sheets, his lips very rarely leaving your skin as he moves with you, thrusting his hips against your own, bringing you closer and closer to the edge you long to jump off of. 

“Gale…” 

His name falls from your lips in a whispered prayer, begging for more as he responds with a soft groan of his own. 

He calls your name, and you whine in response. But then he calls it again, the sound falling in a gasp from his lips as one of his hands reaches up to clasp your shoulder in tight grip. 

He calls your name again and this time darkness crashes around you as you startle awake in bed. 

Your sleep clothes cling uncomfortably to your sweat-damp skin. Blood rushes in your ears as your chest rises and falls with effort to suck in air. And worst of all is the ache in your core, arousal burning bright in your belly from what you now realize was a dream. 

Another gentle squeeze to your shoulder makes your eyes finally fall to Gale, who sits beside you in the bed and appears positively flustered. 

He’s as short of breath as you are, chest stuttering as he gazes at you, eyes wide. You look him over quickly, and even in the darkness of the room you’re able to see the way his pupils are blown wide with lust and dark flush on his cheeks. And, you definitely don't miss the sight of him hard beneath the covers. 

“Shit…” you mutter, your own face heating up as you realize what happened. 

“Did I wake you?” you ask softly, trying and failing to tamp down the images from your dream. “I was…I’m sorry-“

Gale shakes his head, his hand falling down to lace his fingers with yours as his lips tilt up in a small smile. 

“No need for apologies,” he tells you, ever so slightly leaning in. “Most people would consider that a compliment. When their partner dreams of them in such a manner, well - at least, I hope it was me that was plaguing your dreams considering it was my name falling from your lips-“ 

You cut him off as you lunge for him, covering his mouth with your hand as you shush him, embarrassment swelling in your chest. 

“Do you ever stop talking?” 

Gale hums beneath your hand, and reaches up to pull it away from his mouth. You expect him to respond but instead, suddenly, he flips you over and presses you back into the mattress, his body hovering over yours as his hands hold your own beside your head. 

“I do indeed know when to hold my tongue but…” He pauses for a moment, and you blink in surprise as a candle on the bedside table ignites with a wave of his hand, casting you both in a dim glow before he continues. 

“I find myself most curious as to what had you calling my name like that even in the deepest sleep.” 

Gods, you feel at war with yourself. The embarrassment creeping up your neck and heating your cheeks, clashing with the arousal still burning bright in your veins. The images from your dream flash behind your eyes as they slip closed, yet the thought of voicing them makes you shrink into the covers. 

As if sensing your hesitancy, Gale is the first to act, leaning in to capture your lips in a soft kiss, lips moving against yours before he pulls away just slightly, nose brushing your own. 

“How about I guess, hm?” he asks, his voice low as one of his hands lets go of one of yours. 

His fingers brush against the shell of your ear, traveling lower over your neck, down over your shoulder to brush against your clothed breast. Your breath hitches with the contact, and you watch through half-lidded eyes as Gale’s lips tilt upward ever so slightly. 

“Was I touching you here?” he asks, voice a mere whisper as his thumb rubs over the stiff peak of your nipple. “Or perhaps it was…here…”

His hand leaves your chest in favor of slipping ever downwards, toying with the thin fabric of your underwear beneath your sleeping gown. 

Without much thought, you nod your head, a moan slipping past your lips as the heat of your arousal burns brighter. 

Gale’s eyes twinkle with triumph, and instead of leaving him with that satisfaction, another flash from your dreams makes you speak before that earlier embarrassment can creep back up. 

“But…there was something else…” you manage to say, your voice soft as your cheeks blaze with heat. 

Gale’s head tilts to the side ever so slightly at your words, brows winging up in surprise as he stills. 

“Oh?” he breathes. “Now I must know what was going on in that beautiful head of yours.” 

Despite your best effort, something akin to shame wells up in your chest, regret at ever saying anything invading your mind. But Gale’s unadulterated interest, that ever present curiosity in his gaze, practically begs you to please him by voicing your fantasies. 

You let out a shaky sigh. “What if…what if you think it’s…what if you don’t like it?” you ask sheepishly. 

Gale lets out a small chuckle, eyes soft as his free hand retreats from between you to rest encouragingly against your hip, squeezing gently. 

“My love,” he says quietly. “I can assure you that you will receive no wayward looks or reprimands from me. Your desires and fantasies are your own, I must admit - but dare I say I would be more than eager to help you fulfill them.” 

His words soothe you slightly, but that doubt is still present, and Gale must know you’re about to protest when your lips part, because he stops you with another kiss. 

“I assure you,” he says as he pulls away just enough to hover over you. “If for any reason I am not comfortable I will make it known. Just as I would expect you to do if our positions were reversed.” 

You manage a small nod, muscles quivering in subdued excitement as you reach down to take the hand at your hip slowly bringing it back on your body. 

“You were touching me there,” you say softly, voice sultry with arousal. “But you were also…here.”

Your nerves are still tingling with a tinge of uncertainty as you guide his hand to the base of your throat. 

A shiver passes the through you as the calloused palm of his hand brushes over the delicate skin, his fingers twitching in surprise as you gently press them to wrap around the sides of your neck. 

You watch through lowered lashes for his reaction, your heart tittering when his breath hitches, eyes widening and going dark with lust all at once. 

For just a brief moment, you expect him to pull away, but Gale - as usual - surprises you. His fingers flex, pressing just a bit firmer into the pulse points of your neck, his palm placing just the barest of pressure to your throat, making your already labored breathing come out ragged as a moan slips past your lips. 

“Gods above…” Gale groans, leaning up so his lips hover over your own. “This is what you dreamt of? My hands on your skin, bringing you pleasure while also toying with the slightest bit of danger?” 

He presses his fingers in deeper, not enough to leave marks or completely cut off air, but more than before and enough to make you acutely aware of the blood pumping beneath his fingers, and the breath straining through your throat. 

You can feel new wetness pooling between your thighs, joining the arousal already present from your obscene dreamscape.

And Gale…Well, he seems just as affected as you are. His hips have slotted against your own, pushing up your nightgown as he presses himself against you. 

All you can manage is a small nod to his question, not sure you’d be able to speak if you wanted to. Ecstasy courses through your veins, buzzing delightfully and fanning those flames burning deep in your core even higher as his hand tightens just that much more around your throat. 

Another moan works its way up your throat, this time getting stuck before it can fully pass your lips, the sound smothered by the pressure again your neck. 

Gale lets out another sinful sound, his hips pressing more incessantly against your own, enough that you can feel the hardness of him against your clothed center. 

Just when you think he’s had enough, that all too familiar heated look in his eyes, he pauses. 

Your brows furrow as his grip against your throat loosens as he mutters an unintelligible incantation. You go to question him, but you hear his answer before you even voice the question. 

His voice is smooth in your mind, as if he’s speaking directly to you, his lips never moving. 

‘I don’t want there to be any question of if you’re able to stop me.’ His thought comes into your mind as easily as if he were speaking, and your eyes widen. 

“Detect thoughts?” you ask, shocked at the brilliance of the idea. 

Now neither of you need to physically speak to communicate, thus no fear for Gale if you need to stop. 

Gale smiles, leaning down to capture you lips in a searing kiss. 

‘Exactly,’ he says in your mind. ‘And now…there is no need for my lips to leave your skin, no distractions from fulfilling that dream of yours…’

“Gale, please-“ you beg aloud, your patience now gone, and your only desire being him touching you, taking you in the way he was before your dream was snatched from your unconscious hands. 

Gale chuckles, lips breaking from yours to travel lower, nipping at your jaw and trailing featherlight kisses down your neck. 

‘Though I must admit…those words sound much sweeter falling from your lips than floating through my mind.’

He continues his path downwards, no doubt leaving behind ample evidence of his attentions, until he’s stopped in his tracks by the collar of your sleep clothes. It’s then that you both finally move to divest yourselves of the offending articles. 

Your hands move frantically against Gale’s velvet shirt, the fabric clinging to your hands as you bunch it up to eventually tug it over his head. His pants are not far behind, the renowned wizard helping you with those before his lips are on you once more, only parting from you as he removes your nightgown, the fabric forcing you to separate for just a moment before you claim him again. 

It feels like déjà vu as Gale presses you back into the mattress, his body caging you in, cocooning you in a heady warmth as his scent surrounds you. 

Flashes of your dream come to mind once more, and you’re forced to swallow the moan that Gale lets out, his teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip as he begs for entrance. 

You grant his silent request eagerly, moaning unabashedly agsint him as his tongue presses forward to glide against your own. 

Gale has always been a giving lover, desperate to show you how much he loves you when his words sometimes fail him. Even now you can tell he’s hells bent on indulging your fantasies. But it feels different…It feels as if he’s more eager than usual. His lips less precise, his fingertips digging just a bit harder into your hips…

He’s ravenous. 

And who are you to complain? 

Sensing your thoughts, you can feel Gale smile agsint your lips, his voice flooding your mind once more as you open your own to the spell.

“Ravenous, indeed,” he affirms, his hand snaking it’s way back up your sternum, closing deftly around your throat as he pulls away only to gaze down at you. 

His lips are swollen from your charred kisses, chest quickened with short pants, eyes blown wide with lust as he fully takes you in beneath him. 

“I have seen your desires in your minds eye,” he says aloud, voice drenched in pure sin. “But perhaps I may make a suggestion?”

You can only nod, a whimper slipping past your lips as his fingers tighten against your pulse point, teasing you with the barest hint of pressure. 

He smiles down at you - a wicked cunning thing, and you can’t help the way the coil in your belly pulls ever more taut, blood hot with ecstasy at the gleam in his eyes. 

He leans back down, another soft incantation falling from his lips before they capture your own again, and he’s speaking in your mind again just as a ghostly touch brushes against the delicate skin of your inner thigh. 

“With my hands most occupied-“ he flexes his hand against your throat, finally giving you the pressure you wish for as his other hand support himself beside your head. “I’ll need another to assist.”

He gives you no true warning before you feel a hand at your center, palm pressed agsint your clit as two fingers drag agonizingly slow through your slick folds. 

Gale’s hand cuts off the moan that bubbles up in your throat, lips swallowing what little sound does slip through, as your hips buck up into his own. 

Mage hand.

You barely have time to register that the sneaky bastard had cast the spell before the extension of himself is teasing you one more, pressing against that bundle of nerves before moving down to sink two fingers into you. 

Gale presses his fingers deeper into the sides of your throat as you groan once more - both from the magic pleasuring you and the rush in your head from the way he chokes you. 

You don’t even realize how close you were to the edge until this moment. The pressure building in your core and in your head feeling like too much in the best way possible. 

Everything feels like it’s been dialed to one hundred. The threads of the sheets beneath your skin, the smell of Gale surrounding you, the way his lips brush against your cheek when he breaks from the kiss, the fingers moving inside of you - brushing against that spot that makes you see stars.

You can feel the way his breath comes out in short bursts, the air warm against your dewy skin as he presses his body into your own. 

It’s just like your dream again. Him cocooning you entirely, his smell making your mouth water, his hand against your throat making your head pound, and his magic finally throwing you over the edge. 

You come with little warning to the wizard above you, but you’re sure he is able to tell. Whether it be from your jumbled thoughts no doubt being shouted at him from your connection, or the fact that he knows you so well…He’s prepared. 

As you tumble over that precipice, Gale applies just a little more pressure to your throat, enough so you can still gain air, but just barely.

You can feel your pulse pounding beneath his fingertips, your breath scratching against your throat as ecstasy consumes you. It feels as if pure starlight ignites in your veins, a ragged moan breaking through as you arch up into the body above you, seeking more from your lover as he does the same, grinding his hips into yours.

Gale reaches his own end virtually untouched, the mere friction from your body against his and the pure pleasure of indulging your fantasy has him spending himself on your stomach with a groan. 

His grip around your neck loosens before disappearing entirely as he all but collapses against you, uncaring of the mess between you two as he slips strong arms around you before rolling to the side, taking you along with him. 

It’s a few moments before either of you speak, and you realize both the mage hand and the detect thought spells have ended. No doubt Gale’s own end brought about the disruption of his concentration. But when words finally come, it’s Gale who speaks first. 

His fingers brush against your neck gently, barely a whisper of skin against skin as he takes a deep breath. 

“I fear I may have gotten carried away,” he says softly, brows furrowed in concern as you pull away just enough to look at him. 

You reach up, your fingers bumping against his own and can feel the way your skin burns just slightly hotter where his hand was earlier. There must be faint marks of your activities, and you have to try to quell the new stab of arousal that shoots through you. 

“You didn’t,” you assure him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “It was perfect.”

His face relaxes at your words, lips tugging upwards slightly. 

“Yes, well…Next time perhaps you can indulge me with your deepest fantasies verbally, instead of waking me in the middle of the night.”

You raise a questioning brow at him, hands sliding up until you can slide your arms around his neck.

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself?” 

Gale scoffs, nearly choking on air. “By the gods, no!” He says, aghast. “I’m simply saying that perhaps, in the future, we can disclose our fantasies more readily…So we may indulge as we please.”

You hum softly, eyes widening at his words. 

“Our fantasties?” You question, watching as a blush starts to tinge the wizard's cheeks.

“Ah, well - ehm - Yes. You didn’t think you’re the only one with uh…secret desires, did you?”

Slowly, you move so that Gale is laid out beneath you as you straddle his wait, hands planted on his chest as you gaze down at him. 

“And…what would your fantasies be?”

Gale pauses for a moment, unsure. But you lean down to press a quick kiss to his cheek, before pulling back, a smirk on your lips.

“Come, my love,” you tease. “How about I guess, hm?”

Gale lets out a soft groan at your repeat of his earlier jest, and you can’t help but laugh as his hands come up to settle on your hips. You lean down to kiss him properly this time and can’t stop the excitement pooling in your belly once more. 

The night is still young, and you have a feeling that there is much more to discover.

[mins-fins]

junie.

&&. it's all platonic, it's all platonic between the two of you, you swear.

pairing: na jaemin x gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff

warnings: none!

word count: 1k

notes: i hope everyone knows which album the title of this little (1000 word) drabble comes from, i love solange sm her music HITS <33 anyway i am so mortifyingly in love with na jaemin like i have no idea why a MAN is doing this to me or where this little nana obsession of mine is coming from but i have so many drafts for him like AUSGSHS NA JAEMIN 😭😭💔💔 okay um enjoy this horrible piece of writing and dont throw up trying to read it

your feeling something beyond exhaustion.

light is permeating through the room, but it's unfortunately not relaxed. you feel like your eyelids got attacked the moment you tried to open them, and you quickly close them the moment the light entering in through the curtain tries to blind you. you have to wake up, the little voice in your brain coming up every few minutes to remind you that you have to sit up any minute now.

but your feeling too tired, you got chased around by a bunch of kids yesterday and your classes lasted much longer than they had to. you press your face into your pillow and groan, knowing that sleep won't be able to take you away again now that your up.

there are bundles of covers on top of you, a blanket wrapped around your waist along with the duvet coming apart. you shift around, hearing the sound of you moving against the bed as you do. you quickly throw the blanket off you, and though this would usually be the time you stretched your limbs, you have absolutely no remaining energy.

when you shift again, your elbow makes contact with something, well, someone. the contact warrants a reluctant peek of your head, face scrunched up in your lethargy as you identify the special someone your elbow had accidentally hit. jaemin, fast asleep, face half turned into a pillow as he snores silently, fingers lightly caressing the material he lays on. a few question marks appear in your head, you don't remember jaemin being here, when you went to sleep, jaemin wasn't even home.

you're guessing he was much too tired from his shift to walk all the way to his room, and just wandered into room to crash down onto your bed. even if you were awake, you wouldn't be able to deny jaemin begging for you two to share a bed, he's done that and succeeded more times than you can count.

"jaem" you call out, lightly poking his cheek with your finger, a small flick against his face, but it doesn't even make him stir.

this sight of him is enough to make you opt out of a second try. his hair is messy, probably from his nightly tosses and turns, some strands sticking to his face, whilst other strands look like they're about to jump off his scalp. he looks peaceful, with the light from the window shining of his face, the way he's sleeping makes him look serene. you'd feel bad for waking him up in this state.

your staring, it's hard not to. he's much quieter today, the usual loud snores you'd hear from jaemin now resorted to nothing but silent breaths in and out. when his eyes suddenly open, you almost jump back, surprised by him now being awake when you thought he was sleeping the whole time. did he know you were staring? your face already burns at the thought. he only gives you a short smile, turning over and stretching his limbs with a yawn.

"good morning" you whisper.

"morning" he rasps back.

you try to ignore the way your stomach flips at his voice, clearing your throat and sighing. "move over" you request, immediately rolling over onto your back upon jaemin's obedience. even with how you told jaemin to move over, he still scoots a little closer, finger reaching over to begin grazing over your shirt.

you lightly flinch at the touch, because your shirt is thin and his index finger is cold, but you don't push him away, just let him do what he's doing. he sighs lightly, moving closer and draping his arm around your waist, he immediately closes the space between you two, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

"what are you doing?" you somehow have enough voice to ask.

"getting extra sleep" he mutters, tucking his face into your neck as he takes in another deep breath. his arm on your waist, which had previously only been lying there, moves to wrap around and trap you in a suddenly strong hold.

"jaem i have to get up".

the words don't get anything but a small grunt out of jaemin, who leaves you trapped under his vice grip. you groan, tired of your stubborn roommate, and try your best to lift yourself up, you have to get out of bed now, but jaemin just drops you back down, eliciting a small yelp out of you.

"jaemin?"

"hm?" he cracks one eye open, loosening the tight grip he has on your waist as his fingers begin caressing the skin under your shirt, his fingers are still cold, and you try your best not jump from the way they seem to make goosebumps appear on your skin.

"i have to get up" you grumble, you look at him like he's some sort of crazy person. jaemin snickers, lightly pinching your waist, making you wince at the sheer freezing temperature of his fingers. "na jaemin seriously—"

"it's saturday, just a few more minutes" he states, a small chuckle added to his words. "you don't have anywhere to be, your shift starts at two".

"i at least have to go brush my teeth" you turn to him, giving him your best begging eyes. you don't even realize the lack of space between you two, your so close to jaemin that you can feel his breath on your face, you can see every pore, mole, and tiny scar up close, you could kiss jaemin right now if you got pushed.

wait— why are you thinking about kissing your roommate? you haven't even brushed your teeth yet, your breath is probably going to smell gross and it won't taste nice, but everything with jaemin seems nice. you wonder if those pretty pink lips live up to the rumors (and the fantasies, wait what?), you'd think it'd be nice to try.

jaemin gives you a deadpanned look, but he rolls over anyway, finally freeing you from his grasp. "fine then, go brush your teeth, weirdo".

that's all jaemin says before he slips out of your bed, blowing you a kiss and leaving your room.

you watch him leave, now filled with a bunch of confusing feelings.

are you in love with your roommate? no.. you can't be.

but then again, you wouldn't be surprised if you even fell for the charms of na jaemin.

[dragon-teaparty]

“ I Love You Too ” - Leon Kennedy x Reader

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ok so first off, i'm so fucking MAD bc tumblr didn't save my draft when it suddenly closed the app to update so i have to rewrite this ENTIRE THING

i'm actually so mad about it, i swear i was about to just not write this. i'm gonna rip my hair out i swear

anyway, i'm back with another story :3 this time it's more wholesome and fluffy

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summary: you and leon become even closer than before (gn reader btw)

It was nearly sunset. You and Leon were in his backyard, just enjoying the weather. You had begun to play fight, something that was common amongst you both.

Usually, it would be typical banter but you'd always say something that would set Leon off, and now was one of those moments.

You said something about his driving and teased him about every time he crashed a vehicle. Of course you had to make some snarky comment about his license.

Before you could bolt off, Leon grabbed you by the waist, causing you to yelp and giggle.

He swept you off your feet and held you in his arms bridal style. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Hey, c'mon!" You laughed, wiggling in his grasp. "You're like 80 tons of muscle, it's no fair!"

Leon chuckled. "Can't take what you dish out, huh?"

You and Leon were very close. Your connection was obvious to those who even glanced at you. You weren't dating, no, but a lot of people sure thought you were.

It was clear how much Leon genuinely cared for you. You had been his light in the darkness of the horrors he's seen in Raccoon City and the mission to Spain to save the president's daughter. It was difficult for him to let people in and the trauma only made it worse.

Of course, Ada had to do something with this as well. Her betrayal all those years ago still weighed heavy on Leon's heart. He was still confused, hurt, and angry all the same. Although he was glad to see Ada alive, he couldn't help but have a taste of bitterness for her. A bitterness that just wouldn't wash off of his tongue no matter how much the mercenary tried to make things better.

You were different. So much different than any other person he'd ever known.

Everything about you was perfect in Leon's eyes. Your laugh, your smile, your sense of humor, the way you'd look away and squeal when you were excited about something. It made him smile.

You had successfully torn down the walls Leon had built and he was more than happy about that. Of course, the initial part of getting to know you was rather irritating for him, he didn't want to talk about his feelings or let anyone see this side of him. You had been a ray of sunshine on his cold heart.

"Put me down!" You squeaked, squirming around.

Leon let out an exasperated huff. "Okay, okay!" He chuckled and then gently placed you back down on your feet. He immediately pulled you into a hug to which you happily accepted.

Your love for Leon was just as strong as his love was for you. You always had more romantic feelings for him but you never admitted it in fear of ruining the special bond you two had.

"I missed you while I was away," Leon spoke up, still holding you against his chest.

You smiled at this. "i missed you too." You said, your voice becoming quiet. "I always miss you."

Leon felt a pang in his heart when you said that. His job was dangerous and there was always the risk of losing his life. He knew how much you worried and he hated it.

He never really thought much about how dangerous being an agent is since he was so used to it at this point. Seeing you worry made him feel guilty.

"I know," he replied softly. "But you know I'll always come back to you, right?"

You nodded, burying your face into his chest.

As much as Leon reassured you that he'd always come home safe, you couldn't help but have the thought in the back of your mind.

When he was away, your nights were often sleepless and you found it difficult to get things done from how worried you got sometimes.

The thought of losing Leon was crushing and you couldn't stand it.

"Hey," Leon spoke, pulling away a little to look at you. "I promise." His expression was soft and his tone sweet and reassuring.

You couldn't hold it back. As you looked up at him and heard his words, tears swelled in your eyes and they began spilling. Leon pulled you back into his arms and you hugged him back once more. He shushed you quietly, running his fingers through your hair and murmuring soft reassurances.

The two of you had stood there in each other's arms for quite a while. By the time you two parted, the sun had finally dipped below the horizon. The moonlight shines through the branches and leaves of the tree you were under, illuminating you both.

Leon couldn't help but admire you. You looked so beautiful underneath the soft glow of the night sky. Your eyes always appeared to sparkle in the light but they looked especially like stars here. He found himself not being able to tear his eyes away from you.

You looked back up at him and into his pretty blue eyes.

He reached over and gently cupped your cheek with one hand. "I'm never leaving you, y'know." He whispered, once again reassuring you with a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You can't get rid of me that easy."

You smiled back, your heart fluttering as you leaned into his touch, placing your hand on his own.

"Oh, I know," you said, your tone turning more playful. "You really don't know when to quit, Kennedy."

Leon laughed, a genuine laugh that you and you alone had ever heard. He looked back at you, a comfortable silence suddenly falling upon you both.

You felt yourself get lost in Leon's eyes. The baby blue was so mesmerizing to you.

The way you looked at him didn't help either, it made his heart jump out of his chest.

The way you looked at one another was undeniable. The fondness and love in your eyes, like you were a golden treasure in the middle of the rubble in both of your minds.

As Leon looked at you, he had an overwhelming urge to just admit his feelings. He loved you so much and he wanted to shout it out loud, pour out his heart to you.

Instead, he simply leaned in, his lips softly pressing against your own.

Your eyes widened, not expecting the sudden gesture at all but you melted into the kiss, your eyes closing shut.

It felt like fireworks had gone off in your brain, butterflies swarmed your tummy, tickling your insides. You almost couldn't believe this was happening.

Leon held the kiss for a little while longer before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. His expression was so soft and loving.

"I love you," you finally spoke, blurting out the words as you were unable to hold them back anymore. You surprised yourself, a blush quickly creeping across your cheeks.

Leon smiled. For the first time in years, he actually felt complete, he felt so loved and safe. This feeling was almost enough to drive him to tears. Never in his life had he ever felt this way about another person before.

He pulled you close again and planted another kiss on your lips before he pulled away again, looking down at you with a grin that he just couldn't get rid of.

"I love you too."

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phew! this one is definitely not as good as the one i originally had and that upsets me a lot :'c

i hope you all liked it anyways! love u guys <3

[pr3ttyb0ym2g]

BODYGUARD ꒰CHARLIE 𝘅 male! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳꒱

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Platonic, fluff. In which you're another one of Charlie Morningstar's guards, like Razzle and Dazzle, you are an extremely powerful being gifted to guard Charlie, courtesy of Lucifer. A clump of multiple scenarios I thought of. Doesn't make 100% sense. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; I love the bodyguard trope.. Also, I desired a found family type of fic. Started strong, ended bad. This was going to be deleted, but uh, i have too many request drafts to finish. SO HERE IS A LIL SMTH. If people like it, i'll write more with this concept.

While you weren't entertained, you weren't bored of being Charlie's bodyguard either. Truth be told, you used to be a servant of Lucifer, a strong fighter who obeyed whatever command he asked. You were one of the first few sinners to enter Hell and quickly associated with the devil. You were eons old and stuck by Lucifer's side, without a soul contract as well. If you were asked why you never left him, you'd answer, "There isn't much else to do in Hell." And plus, Lucifer was a special individual; for the devil, he had his quirks. But what shocked you for the first time in centuries was Lucifer appointing you as his newborn daughter's guard. Seriously, of all guards, he chose you? You offhandedly mentioned how he had several other talented servants who could serve Charlie just as well as you would, but Lucifer seemed oddly insistent on you. Lucifer trusted you more than any other, so you agreed. You watched as Charlie grew up, taking care of the girl as Lucifer went through his depression and Lilith began distancing herself. You didn't sign up to play babysitter, but you did it nonetheless. As Charlie reached toddler age, Lucifer would give her two other guards named Razzle and Dazzle. They were two dragons that had transformation abilities, but they would typically stay in their smaller forms. Charlie was an interesting girl, from childhood to adulthood, she stayed interesting to you. She was compassionate and caring. "[name]..?" A young Charlie would peer up at you, her eyes filled with admiration and adoration for you. "Yes, Charlie?" You responded, looking down at the small child, she was extremely short compared to you and no taller than your knee. You secretly hoped she had not inherited Lucifer's height, but Lilith's instead. "Can you carry me?" She nervously pleaded, reaching a hand to tug on your pants' fabric. "Of course, whatever you desire." You cautiously took a knee, wrapping your arms around the small girl and hugging her close to your chest. Charlie had asked to be carried often, something conditioned by Lucifer and Lilith. They both coddled the girl and often held her in their arms. But as the couple suddenly began to dispute and grow increasingly busy, neither of them could hold Charlie. So you did. You held her often, walking in her stead. You don't recall a single day she wasn't held by you. Maybe you were also conditioning Charlie's dependency, but you'd never admit that. "Charlie? Sweetie, where are you?" Lucifer asked with a panicked laugh, practically flipping the whole castle upside down to find his daughter. It was one of the few days you were away from Charlie and Lucifer just couldn't find her. Lucifer was freaking out. Charlie was a good kid, not a trouble-maker at all! So where did she go? No way she ran away, she's only a child.

And Razzle and Dazzle also couldn't find the girl. While they had keen senses, they couldn't smell Charlie over the heavy bloodshed outside. All they could smell was iron. "Honey, please come out, your dad is getting a little worried..!" He was 100— 300% worried. God, he just prayed you got back soon. You always knew everything about Charlie, having spent the most time with her, as shamefully as Lucifer could admit. A loud crash was heard outside the castle, causing the building to momentarily shake, adding onto Lucifer's worry. "Dad!" Charlie cried out, scared and running into the room with her arms out. "Charlie!" Lucifer quickly hugged the girl and took in a deep breath. "Where were you hiding?" "I hid where [name] told said to." Charlie cried, sniffling into her father's white collar. He smelled of faint gunpowder up close. "Where [name] told you to..? Now why would you do that, Char Char?" "He said to hide in our secret place if I'm scared while he's away." Lucifer paused. Ah, you set up an area for Charlie if anything went wrong during extermination day, the only yearly event day you're gone. You did this as a precaution, you didn't really trust Heaven since Adam was leading the extermination. And Adam was a fucking nutjob, so you didn't expect him to maintain their deal of sparing the Morningstars. You thought you were just being paranoid, but paranoia is better than a dead child and all Hell breaking loose. "[name], you're back." Lucifer greeted you, watching as you entered his office, covered in blood and grime. You stared at him as a mix of liquid dripped onto his carpet. Lucifer was at his typical large desk, resting comfortably on his large chair and staring straight at you. "Your majesty." You returned the greeting, giving a mock bow, clearly dazed. You were too exhausted to think straight. "Did you see Charlie yet?" Lucifer interlaced his fingers in front of himself, giving you his undivided attention. "No, I haven't." You didn't know if sweat or blood dripped down your forehead. "Are you feeling okay? Looks like Lilith sent you on a tough one." Lucifer was aware of why you were missing every extermination day, it was due to Lilith's orders. Specifically orders he was not allowed to know. Lucifer respected Lilith's boundaries and never questioned it. "Splendid. Would you like me to speak to Charlie?" You responded quickly as if you were dismissing his concerns. "No, no, you don't have to talk to her now. She's probably asleep anyway. How about you take a shower?" Lucifer urged you, giving you a smile. "I will do so. Goodnight, your Majesty." You spun around, beginning to walk out with your sore legs. "Oh and [name]?" You paused your step. "Thanks for looking out for my daughter."

[pitviperofdoom]

Jongerry prompt: reunion after one thought the other was dead?

Tim wasn’t sure what to make of the guy. 

They met in an awkward almost-collision at the institute’s front door, Tim rearing back in surprise, the other flinching away from the sudden movement. He was lanky, and probably would’ve been tall without the permanent slouch to his spine. His hair was a dull shade of mousy brown, and looked like it had been hacked short with kitchen scissors. His clothes hung loose and ill-fitting on his body. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

Tim took a wild guess. “Here to make a statement?” he asked.

The man grimaced. “Maybe later.”

“I’d make it quick if I were you,” Tim chuckled, holding the door open for him. “Jon was in a good mood before lunch, and those don’t tend to last long.”

Halfway through the door, the man froze. “Who?”

“Jon Sims, the head archivist,” Tim said carefully. “He’s the one who takes statements, so…”

“Oh.” The man’s face was blank. “He’s… that’s… down in the archives, yeah?”

“I can show you how to get there?” Tim offered. Whatever statement this guy had, it must have been rough.

"Sure, thanks," the guy said distractedly.

In spite of the accepted offer, the guy quickly pulled ahead, and Tim found himself trailing behind as the scruffy stranger led the way to the basement stairs. Before long, he was jogging to keep up.

That was why, when the man suddenly stopped at the top of the steps, Tim crashed straight into his back.

"Hey, what did you—"

A hand closed tight around his arm, stopping him from shouldering past. The man had gone still, staring intently down the steps. There was nothing to see except the bottom of the stairs, and the mouth of the hallway that led to the archives.

"Smell that?"

Confused, Tim sniffed. At first all he could smell was dust and old paper, but then, beneath it, as if carried on a draft, came a familiar musty, wet stench.

"Damn worms," He muttered. "We've had a bit of an infestation—dunno if you saw them on your way in—"

"I'm gonna need you to shut up and go back outside," the man interrupted. "Maybe pull the fire alarm on your way out, get everyone out of the building."

"Excuse me?" Tim demanded. The man was already releasing him and moving on, so Tim grabbed him before he could make it two more steps. "Hey, what the hell are you—"

"Listen." The man turned, deftly winching his arm out of Tim’s grip. "I have had a very long day. I was hoping it would end with a long shower, a change of clothes, and a minimum twenty-minute hug from someone who means the world to me. Instead, there's something very nasty down there that I need to deal with. Kindly piss off."

Tim's blood ran cold. "You—you mean Prentiss is—" He stopped. He had a million questions, but maybe just this once they could wait. "My friends are down there."

The man spared a moment to look, if possible, even more exhausted than before. "Great. Fine. Stay close and don't fuck me."

***

Tim's head swam with the gas. His body felt strangely detached as he heaved the fire extinguisher against the wall, again and again until he felt the plasterboard give way. His strange companion drew back as if preparing to do a run-up, and Tim hurled himself into the space and finally broke through.

His first view into the dimly lit storage room was of three familiar faces with varying levels of shock, alarm, and growing relief.

"Hey, guys!" Tim gasped out.

Sasha was already struggling to her feet; Tim was about to go in for a hug when he was roughly shoved out of the way. A gas canister landed on the floor with a heavy thunk as the stranger lurched his way past Tim.

A strangled cry broke the shocked silence, and it took Tim a moment to realize it had come from Jon. His friend was sitting on the floor, propped up against a stack of boxes, one leg wrapped in bloodstained bandages. He stared at the man in blank, silent shock.

The stranger moved as if to lunge, but stopped when Jon held up a shaking hand.

"Wait." Jon's voice broke. He was fumbling something out of his pocket, wincing when the movement jarred his leg. "Wait, just—" 

"Mmhm," the man said in a strangled voice, fidgeting but staying where he was.

Jon finally wrestled his wallet out of his pocket, ripped it open, and pulled out a photo—a Polaroid? His eyes flickered between it and the man standing over him.

The wallet fell to the floor. With a sudden burst of energy, Jon heaved himself upright, and managed to stand for all of a second before his leg gave out and sent him pitching forward. The man caught him before he could fall and yanked him into a hug.

"What the fuck, Gerry," Jon choked out.

Sasha was eyeballing Tim frantically, but all Tim could do was shrug back.

"I'm sorry," the man—Gerry—mumbled, face buried in the side of Jon's neck.

"I thought—she told me that you—" Jon stared blankly over Gerry's shoulder, looking at the others without seeing them. "Where have you been?"

"Couple of hunters picked up our trail in the woods in Pennsylvania," Gerry answered. "We split up. They caught me. Didn't kill me, just… didn't let me leave either. Sorry I didn't contact you right when I escaped, I just—I was afraid I'd get your hopes up and get killed on the way home."

In the silence that followed, Martin let out a strangled "Um."

Jon jumped, and his teary eyes focused back on them. "Oh. Right. Er." He tried to pull back, without much success since Gerry was the only thing keeping him upright. "E-everyone, this is Gerry."

"You just finished telling us he was dead," said Sasha.

"Yes, well." Jon managed a watery smile. "I've been wrong before."

"We had a moment about it."

"Right." Without warning, Gerry reached down and swung Jon up into his arms in a bridal carry, ignoring Jon's squawk of protest. "Let's go. We can talk later—and we will be talking later—"

"Gerry!"

"Seriously, I turn around and you're fighting the Corruption with fire extinguishers, and you're the bloody Archivist."

"Put me down, you absolute—"

"No, you've got holes in your leg." Gerry shouldered past Tim and stepped back into the tunnel, carrying a disgruntled Jon with little apparent effort. "You three coming, or what?"

[eumppattv]

HEESEUNG IDEA

so i have had this in my drafts for a couple months now. i might turn this into a short written series, so pls let me know if you’re interested 👀

I quietly made my way through the door, careful to not wake anyone up. I was exhausted, the airport sucking out all my energy. Still, it was worth, as I get to pull off the best surprise in history. I had barely finished my second year at university, before my parents had started planning my return home for the summer. They had rejoiced at the thought of both their kids returning home, as last year Jake had spent his second year summer on a “boys trip”.

This year I had copied my brother, with my friends and I planning our “girls trip”. I spent months searching up the best hotels, restaurants, and activities in the area. I was more than excited, though it seems I was alone in my feelings. Instead of planning alongside me, my friends decided to plan their weddings instead, with all but me ending our second year in relationships. Suddenly, our girls trip was no more- so here I was, back home without anyone’s knowledge.

I had kept my plans private, opting to not tell my family the real reason I was back home. I would take it to the grave, and instead tell them I “missed them and cancelled my plans”. Half true. I closed the door, dragging my small suitcase through the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing a light shine around the corner. I mentally cursed, not expecting anyone to be awake at this time.

I left my suitcase in our hallway closet, before tiptoeing my way to the kitchen. I turned the corner, a little excited to surprise whoever was awake at 2am. I turned the corner, only to come face to face with some random guy, standing in my kitchen, eating Nutella. I screamed, heart dropping at the sight. He did the same, dropping his spoon in the process.

“Who the fuck are you?!” His eyes grew wide, like a dear in headlights- frozen in place. Before he could speak, Jake came running down the stairs, stopping in between me and the stranger. He ignored my existence, instead turning to the guy. “Is that my Nutella?” he asked, walking towards him. “No it’s mine! I bought it yesterday, when I went shopping with your mom” the boy replied.

He went shopping with my mom? I coughed, gaining their attention as Jake finally turned to face me. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, excited to see me. He went in for a hug, lifting me up in the air and then placing me back down. I laughed, excited to see my brother, before I remembered… the stranger. I glanced behind Jake, seeing the guy standing awkwardly to the side. Jake noticed my focus had shifted, and he followed my eyes before realizing he forgot to introduce us.

“Oh Y/n, this is Heeseung, my friend from college. He’s staying here for the summer.” you nodded, glad that he wasn’t an intruder. “Sorry for scaring you. I didn’t know Jake had a sister” he said, offering up a sweet smile. “It’s okay” I said, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. Jake laughed along with us, before excusing himself to continue his “beauty sleep”.

Feeling the effects of the airport, I decided to follow, grabbing my suitcase from the closet and dragging it up the stairs. “Let me help you” said Heeseung, running up and grabbing the suitcase from my hands. I let him take it, too tired to argue against his politeness. “So you went shopping with my mom?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. He chuckled, setting my suitcase in front of my door. “Yeah, Jake and your dad were out so I didn’t want her to go alone”. I didn’t expect him to be so sweet.

“We’ll thank you, I’m sure she enjoyed your company” I said, opening my door to head in and crash on my bed. “Goodnight” he said, that sweet smile still plastered on his face.

My morning routine was soon shared with Heeseung. The guest bedroom was across from mine, with our separate bathrooms placed next to each room. Yet here I was every morning with the boy by my side. It started two weeks ago, when he had stopped by to ask if I had any extra toothpaste. We had started small talk, which soon turned to a full on conversation in between brushing our teeth. The next day I had gone up to him, to ask whatever stupid question was on my mind. Soon we just found each other as soon as we woke up, enjoying each others company.

I would be lying if I said something hadn’t shifted between us in these weeks. We went from strangers, to close friends, to something else. We were now comfortable with one another, teasing each other and sharing our deep thoughts. But I felt that shift this morning.

“Heeseung stop, I need to get ready!” I exclaimed while the boy pushed his way in to get in the view of the mirror. “I need to get ready too” he said, fixing his hair. I sighed, rummaging through my makeup bag. Heeseung looked down, eyebrows knitted and in deep thought. “Why are you getting all dressed up?” he asked. “I’m meeting up with my friend Sunoo” I responded, pushing him slightly so I could do my eyeliner in the mirror.

He hummed in response, moving out of the way and sitting on the stool I kept in the bathroom. He positioned it right next to me, staring me down. I felt it, the intensity of his gaze on me, and suddenly I was feeling self conscious. “Why do you have to get all dressed up for a guy?” he asked a little too aggressively. I ignored his tone, eyes never leaving the mirror. “Because I want to feel good” I responded, now turning to look at him. “Are you jealous or something?” I joked, not expecting answer.

“You’re too pretty. What if he falls in love with you?”

Nothing was the same from then on.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

It's that time again when I clean out my draft folder. Found this. Here's a treat.

Eddie was learning how to play basketball in order to understand the game and in order to understand why Lucas wanted to play so badly. He was learning it from Steve Harrington, the man who pulled him out of hell and who was now his friend. He now knew why everyone liked Steve so much now. He was more than just the popular jock with the good hair and the rich parents. Steve Harrington had the biggest heart of anyone he had ever known, and Eddie was grateful to be able to call him his friend.

Now, here they were in the school gym, getting hot and sweaty as the two of them played. Robin and Vickie were sitting in the bleachers, with popcorn that Robin had insisted on bringing with them. Steve was winning, of course, which was no surprise to anyone, especially Eddie. The man was talented, and all of this workout had left a strange familiar heat in Eddie's stomach that he refused to acknowledge. It grew stronger when Steve pressed himself up against Eddie. He couldn't deny it anymore when Steve displayed a jock move when the game was over and slapped Eddie's ass. Oh God, Eddie wanted him to do it again and he could feel his cock twitch in the ridiculous tiny shorts. He didn't expect what came out of Steve’s mouth. Didn't they say good game?

"Good boy," Steve whispered.

And suddenly, Eddie was letting out a loud, breathy moan that filled the gym. It couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything else. He couldn't deny it anymore. He also liked men, and he was very much attracted to Steve Harrington. With wide eyes, he turned to look at Steve and the others. Robin's mouth had dropped open, causing popcorn to spill out, and Vickie had a hand pressed to her mouth. He couldn't look at Steve, though. He wouldn't. He squeaked and ran towards the locker room, ignoring Steve calling his name. He didn't bother changing, just gathered his clothes and ran straight out of the gym.

"Eddie!" Steve called.

"Bye! Gotta go!" Eddie squeaked out.

When he stormed into their new house, Wayne was just getting home.

"How was the game?" Wayne asked as Eddie brushed by him.

"If anyone asks, I left town!" Eddie shrieked.

He went into his room, slammed the door, and locked it. Eddie crawled into his bed and screamed into his pillow as he clutched his teddy bear. A knock came at his door and he shut his eyes tightly.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Wayne said through the door.

"Believe me, it was!" Eddie yelled. "I kind of just want to take a nap."

"Okay, I'm here if you need me," Wayne said.

Eddie clutched Jelly Bean tighter. Yes, his teddy bear's name was Jelly Bean. He was a kid when he named him, and he happened to love jelly beans at the time. Eddie sighed and drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, he momentarily forgot what happened. Eddie shuffled into the living room, still holding Jelly Bean. Wayne was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Eddie plopped down next to him. He was watching MASH reruns. Eddie turned Jelly Bean toward the TV when Radar came on with his own teddy bear.

"Oh, Steve came by with a note for you," Wayne said and handed him the piece of paper.

Eddie's eyes widened as everything came crashing down all at once. Shit. Was this Steve telling him that he didn't want to be friends? Well, that was an irrational thought. Steve would never do that, and Eddie knew that. Still. . .he couldn't help the thought that lingered at the back of his mind. Eddie opened up the piece of paper, his hands trembling.

"I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."

That's just like him. The sweet bastard. Eddie groaned and tilted his head back.

"Did something happen? Did you and Steve get into a fight?" Wayne asked.

"Something happened, but it wasn't a fight," Eddie said and sighed. "I have to tell you something."

Wayne didn't hesitate to turn off the television and give Eddie his full attention. Suddenly, he was nervous.

"You can tell me anything, son, you know that," he said.

"What if I told that I liked women. . . and men?" Eddie asked.

"Would it upset you to know that I already figured that out?" Wayne asked softly.

"What? How?! I didn't even know!" Eddie exclaimed.

"My eyes may be starting to go, but I still got them. You're not exactly subtle. . . Except towards yourself, apparently. I've seen the way you look at Steve," Wayne said and paused. "I've also seen the way you look at Tom Selleck when Magnum PI comes on. You had your tongue nearly hanging out of your head."

"Well, his thighs are right there! It's hard not to look at them," Eddie scowled and then softened his face. "So, this doesn't change anything?"

"You still my nephew?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah."

"Then nothing has changed. I love you just as much as I've always had," Wayne said. "You're my boy."

Eddie grinned and nestled his head onto Wayne's shoulder, cuddling into him just like he did when he was little.

"I love you, too."

"You getting a little old for this, ain't you?" Wayne asked as he turned the television back on.

"Jelly Bean says no."

A couple of days later, Eddie invited Steve over to his house to talk. Wayne had left for work a while ago. Steve smiled at him like he always did, except this time Eddie was aware of how his heart raced at the sight of him. He pulled him into his bedroom and closed the door behind, turning the stereo down on low. For some reason, he was really paranoid all of a sudden about people listening in. Eddie threw himself across his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was surprised when Steve copied his actions.

"How have you been?" Steve asked.

"I've been good," Eddie paused. "I came to a conclusion about something."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not the quickest on picking up on things, especially on things like this. I'm a slow learner in that department," Eddie said. "I didn't even know about myself, or I didn't want to know."

"Know about what?" Steve asked.

"That I like men and women not until. . ." He trailed off.

"Not until what?" Steve asked.

"Not until you slapped my ass!" Eddie exclaimed. "It just freaked me out, man, and I just ran. It felt like I was on full display."

"It freaked me out at first, too, when I realized it," Steve said.

"When you realized what?" Eddie asked.

"That I liked men and women," Steve said. "I didn't even know that you could do that."

Eddie realized then they had both turned on their sides, and they were now gazing into each other's eyes.

"I'm not sure why I ran from it. I'm so open-minded about so many things," Eddie said.

"I think it's just hard for anyone to open up, especially to ourselves," Steve said. "And it's just easier to run away."

"I don't want to run away anymore," Eddie whispered. "Especially not from you."

"I don't want to run away from you either," Steve said.

He reached over to take Eddie's hand that was lying between them and interlaced their fingers together. Eddie smiled.

"Can we take this slow? I really want this to work," he said.

"Take all of the time that you need," Steve whispered.

Eddie moved closer so their noses were now brushed up together. They didn't say or do anything else, just laid there and gazed into each other's eyes. Eddie never felt more freeing than he did at this moment. He wasn't just open with himself. He was open with Steve, too. This was it, no more running away for Eddie Munson.

[skyward-floored]

I was wondering… Do you know of any fics where Wind has to put on the fierce deity mask to defend Time and himself?? I just had a thought of this happening. The rest of the boys are separated from wind and time and say Time is knocked out. Wind has no choice but to use the mask. The angst would be superior.

The boys would finally locate Wind and Time only to find the fierce deity has replaced wind.

Huh, you know I don’t think I’ve ever actually read a fic like that. It’s a great idea though! I’m sure somebody has done it (anybody know of any fics like this?)

Oh... well hey I just remembered I actually did write a whumptober once that involves Wind and Time and the FD (here), but Wind doesn’t put on the mask. The original idea for it was Wind putting on the mask though, and I still have the draft of it floating around I think... *rifling noises* Ah-hah, here you go! I’ll just put it here in case you wanna read it.

I also couldn’t resist neatening it up a little because it’s old and I’m a way better writer now

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...and items that can drive a man mad...

Wind stares down at the mask clutched tightly in his shaking hands, and looks up again at the scene around him.

There’s black blood and dead monsters everywhere, the result of Wind and Time’s teamwork. They’d managed to clear away what they thought was the last of them without a problem, and Wind had been proud they’d beaten them so soundly. Time had turned around to say something to him, a warm smile on his face, when a huge ball and chain crashed into his side, sending him flying and Wind shouting in panic.

Two of what Legend had once called ball and chain troopers had stalked out of the woods then, spinning those horrible weapons high.

Wind had narrowly managed to beat them, receiving a few injuries himself, but just as he was celebrating his victory and about to check on Time, he caught sight of a veritable horde of monsters charging toward him mounted on horses.

Wind’s heart had dropped straight to his shoes, and he panicked for a moment, unsure of what to do. Time hadn’t gotten up yet and he himself didn’t escape unscathed from the fight, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle another battle by himself, especially while protecting Time.

But then something caught his eye.

Time’s bag had been spilled onto the ground when he’d been hit, items littered all over the place that Wind had had to avoid while he fought the ball and chain troopers, but one item in particular was suddenly drawing his attention.

A mask, one that looks suspiciously like Time’s face stares up at him, blank wooden eyes feeling like they were drawing him in. Normally he wouldn’t dream of messing with Time’s stuff, but this was a bit of a special circumstance.

“Wind... Wind don’t...” a voice coughs behind him, and the sailor glances over at Time, a hand pressed to his side, blood running down a slice on his cheek. The old man’s face is pale, and he looks scared, in a way that’s so unlike him that Wind pauses.

“There’s got... there’s a better way...”

“No,” says Wind, a wave of determination going through him. “There isn’t another way. We’re alone and outmatched, and you can barely stand.”

He squares himself up and stares at the advancing horde, eyes firm.

“Sailor please... you don’t know... wh-what it does—”

“I do know actually,” Wind says with a hint of annoyance, “you’ve told me what it does: It grants the user power in battle, and we need that right now.” He flips the mask over, studying its lines. “I know it’s dangerous, but... but it’s a risk we have to take.”

If I don’t, we’re both dead.

Time says something else, but Wind ignores him, and quickly presses the mask to his face.

Pain explodes across his body, and Wind screams, dropping to his knees as something like a hurricane overtakes him. Time might yell, but his voice is lost in the storm crashing over Wind, changing his body, wrapping around him, warping him into something wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong it’s changing him it is him he’s—

Wind falls away and the Fierce Deity stands, pale eyes narrowed at the approaching horde.

They don’t stand a chance.

[dazed-nymphsss]

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞

┕━» vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: smut (p in v, unprotected sex, fingering), biting, blood/gore kinda, name calling, degration, dumbification??, hee hee mean eddie

a/n: vampire eddie has me in a chokehold. this has been in my drafts for a while, or at least the idea has, so I finally got around to finishing it. apologies for any plot holes or inconsistancies. happy reading!

『•• Eddie has changed since his experience in the upside down, but he's certainly thankful he has you. ••』

I thought I lost my heartbeat (This is a piece of cake working with my hands) -- Alex G, 16 Mirrors

The crickets chirped outside the open window, a light breeze coasting through the room and ruffling the translucent white curtains that glistened in the moonlight.

Eddie sat with his back to the headboard, stroking your hair as you slept, the latest copy of Heavy Metal held within his ring-clad fingers, his crimson-red eyes scanning each page.

Now all he did was hold you while you slept, knowing he would not find the same relief until the sun rose over he land in the east. For now he would listen to the beating of your heart and the soft breaths you released through your nose, comforting you with his cold skin until it was time for him to disappear again.

Suddenly, you began to move, shifting more into Eddie's chilly grasp, half-asleep as you let out a soft moan.

"Eddie..." you would sigh, before relaxing again into his embrace.

Vampire anatomy would never seace to confuse Eddie, because even though there was no blood pumping through his veins, he was beginning to become as hard as a rock at the thought of you calling out for him, even in dreams.

His mind wandered on what you were dreaming of him doing. Were you on your back, breasts bouncing at every thrust he would deliver to your sweet puffy cunt? Or were you ass-up, face buried in the pillows, the calling of his name muffled by the fluff of the pillows?

Eddie now found himself hungry. Not just for sex, but for something else more filling.

The Heavy Metal issue was now long forgotten, tossed on the floor beside the bed, pages now wrinkled and adandoned. He carefully moved you so he could lay beside you, face to face. He took in your beauty. You looked angelic under the moonlight, features practically glowing as he dropped a gentle kiss on your head.

The kisses began to migrate south. First your cheek, now your jaw, and finally a portruding vein in your neck, and Eddie could practically taste the blood on his tongue already. Juicy, red and filling. This was all he could think about as you began to stir.

"Eddie?" you mumbled out, sleep lacing your tone as you blinked your eyes open, your vision enveloped in his curly brown hair as he continued to lick and kiss at your exposed throat.

"Hungry," Eddie would growl into your skin, before continuing his assault.

Even half asleep you were willing to help Eddie. You would give him whatever he wanted at the drop of a hat. You were his and he was yours. Sure, his new habits and strengths were relatively new, and you had kept him a secret from your friends and family for so long, but you did what you knew would help, and that was to let him feed.

"Go on then," you encoraged, weak hands reaching into his hair before tugging gently, "Eat."

He didn't have to be asked twice, giving a small chuckle before licking a stripe up to your jaw before piercing the flesh with his fangs, growling as your nectar filled his mouth, taking over his senses.

Your mouth propped open as pleasure took over your body, crashing into it like a tidal wave, overwhelming you to the point of tears as you held onto him tightly.

Eddie would swear your blood was the most delicious he had ever tasted. He would tell you it reminded him of the sweets he would eat when he was still alive. Your blood was sweet, missing most of the metallic undertones he would get from others. It was delicious, and although Eddie loved you, sometimes it was hard for him to pull himself away.

Your brain went dumb as you rutted your clothed clit up against Eddie's pajama pants, your mind now begging to feel good as euphoria took over your senses. Vile slurping and groaning was heard from your lover as he continued to feed, the red liquid dripping onto the sheets below.

"Even when you have a monster above you, ravaging you, you still act like a needy slut...," Eddie degraded, "My slut."

Dizziness practically slapped you over the head as you felt more and more blood drain from you, and you knew you could pass out soon if he didn't stop, and you knew he would never forgive himself if that had happened.

"Eddie," you muttered, "Eddie, stop."

In an instant, Eddie had pulled back, unlatching himself from the flesh of your neck, propping himself above you. His lips were outlined with the stain of your gore, fangs almost a light pink.

His red eyes drifted over your face, weak and vulnerable, your eyes drooping from exhaustion. He cooed as he brushed back stray hairs away from your face, his hand caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch.

"I'd say it's time to give back, huh? Would you like that, lovebug?" he asked, fingers drawing small circles on your face as he waited for his answer.

"Yes, Eddie," your voice was exasperated, "I want it. I want you."

"Of course, m'lady. Anything you want," he smiled, his pearly fangs now on full display, "What is it you want, honey?"

"I-" you started, but stuttered when you felt his hand begin to drift under the band of your panties, resting right at your hip until you continued, "I want your fingers inside of me. I want you to open me up before you fuck me."

Eddie was quick to comply, slipping your panties slowly down your thighs, an inhuman sound escaping him when he exposed your dripping mound, covered in arousal.

His fingers toyed with your folds, gathering your wetness to act as a lube before slipping his fingers inside you. Sinful sounds errupted from your mouth as he moved his fingers in your warm cunt, listening to the filth that he whispered in your ear.

"You filthy little thing," he would mutter, "you're soaked. You wanted this didn't you? Could hear you moaning my name in your sleep like a wanton whore. Don't worry baby, I'll give you everything you need," he promised, the pace of his fingers quickening as he curled his fingers, hitting all the right places inside you.

You gasped onto him tightly as you whined out for him, letting him open you up with each thrust of his fingers. Finally, you stopped him.

"I'm ready, please, Eddie. Please fuck me," you begged.

And how could he say no to you when you asked so sweetly. He practically ripped his clothes off before settling above you, positioning himself so his mushroom-shaped tip rubbed against your weeping slit.

With a hiss, he pushed into you, making you moan out at the stretch, every inch sliding in at an almsost torturous pace as you ajusted to his size. Once he was buried in you to the hilt, he waited for the go ahead, choking back groans.

"Move, Eds. Please move," you pleaded, and you swore you saw his eyes flash with lust before he gave into your whining tone, beginning to move.

His pace was gentle at first, caressing your face as he left gentle kisses as he reassured you with gentle words, easing you into that fuzzy little headspace. But soon, he began to get comfortable, and soon enough, his pace became punishing, reveling in the moans coming from you, begging for more and how good he felt. And most of all, how you wanted more.

You looked etheral under him, your body giving itself to him in every way it could. His ringed fingers played with your clit, the cold of both his skin and his fingers making you keen.

"Good girl, honey, that's my good girl, you close?" he questioned you, his pace rythmic and rough.

All you could do was nod as your eyes rolled back, you back arching into the pillows as you moaned out, but Eddie was having none of it.

"Eyes open, baby. Want you watching me."

You were almost mindless as you complied. He could have asked you to do anything and you would have done it. You were such a good girl.

Eddie looked like an Adonis above you, his toned chest smooth and free of any scars or wounds. He had become so much more beautiful when he had joined the undead, his skin practically porcaline and his features refined and beautiful.

But then, something caught you attention.

The dangling guitar pick caught all your thoughts, your brain distracted with the sight of the glistening chain, your eyes focusing on it. You were completely distracted with the shine, and Eddie chuckled.

"Fucked you so dumb you get distracted by the shiny necklace huh? Go on baby, put it in your mouth. Suck on the chain while I pound your pussy, pretty baby," Eddie encouraged.

You complied, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as the chill of the pick was placed between your lips. You latched onto it, suckling on it as Eddie quickened his pace, seeking his own release.

"Cum, sweet girl, I can feel you tightening around me like a fucking vice, shit!" he cursed, his pace never faltering.

You had no choice but to obey, letting him push you off that edge as you let your orgasm take over, everything a blur as you let go. Like a chain reaction, Eddie wasn't too far behind you, cumming inside you with a string of curses and dirty words that would even make the devil himself blush.

He held onto you tightly as he pulled out, sitting the both of you up as his release began to dribble down your thighs. He was quick to clean you up, covering you with a blanket before settling back to how you were before, your head on his chest as he gently stroked your hair contently.

"You okay down there?" he asked, and you nodded with a sleepy 'yeah'.

He held you for a while, until he finally heard your breathing slow, sleep finally taking over your senses once again. And he would watch over you that night, wondering how in the nine circles of hell he ended up with someone so incredibly perfect.

By the time you awoke, the sun was streaming through the window and Eddie was nowhere to be found. But you knew as soon as the sun would set, he would make his way back to you.

And you could have your fun all over again.

tee hee I love vampire eddie and I wouldn't mind some requests for him so send them in. anyways, hoped you liked it, sorry if it sucks :/

[thunderous-wolf]

Drunk Dazed

Installment 2 of my series of "Thoughtz"

Note: "Thoughtz" is a compilation of

drafts of fanfic that l've had in my notes

for a while. They're unedited and most are

unfinished. Since I do not feel motivated

enough to finish them, I'm posting them

all for you to read. Enjoy~

Greyscale

Part 3 of 3

Pairing: Bangchan x fem!reader

Plot: You find yourself in a strange world...

Warnings: its supposed to be a little confusing, violence, guns and shooting, tazers, death, really bad jokes

a/n: This was a goofy project inspired by

a friend that consists of three separate

stories tied together. Just like a dream.

they don't have a clear plot and are

strictly for fun.

Please DO NOT copy, translate or steal

my works.

Part 1 // Part 2

You rushed to the edge of the stage - however, it had other plans for you. The curtains were being drawn, and at their speed, there was no way you'd beat them. You collided (gracefully) into the billowing curtains. Even though they were movable, they did not let you pass to the audience. Instead, it pushed you towards upstage.

The spotlight was no longer fixed on the table, but instead, a door. You recognized it. It was the steel door that you encountered in the beginning of this mess. Perhaps it would lead you home?

You reached out for the handle of the door. This was the third and hopefully final door of your adventure. A pensive feeling crept over you as you grabbed the handle. As expected, it was cold to the touch. You twisted it and tried to pull open the door. However, it required more strength than you thought. You tried again and were successful, except the force of the door closing was greater than yours. With this, you were thrown (quite literally) into your new surroundings.

You found yourself in a hallway. The hallway outstretched a little ways to both your left and right. It was stark white just like the door, and reeked of cleaner used to thoroughly clean something. By the pungentness of the smell you could tell they had to use the cleaner several times. Just what exactly did they need to clean so often?

In front of you was a door slightly ajar. You could hear a harsh conversation coming from within. With nothing else to do, you decided to eavesdrop.

"You lost the files?!" A commanding male voice rang out.

"I'm sorry sir, he just appeared out of nowhere and caught me off guard! I-It won't happen again - I swear!" A younger sounding voice spoke.

"You're right, it won't happen again. Because you won't get the chance to."

BANG

You gasped when you heard the gunshot sound. After hearing the thud of presumably a body hitting the ground, you didn't think before you ran. You didn't care if they heard your footsteps echoing down the hallway. As long as you were far enough away...

As you rounded the corner to the next hallway, you heard a door slam open and many footsteps ascend into the previous hallway. Ahead of you was a big red exit sign. Through the small window on the door, you saw a small balcony similar to one on an old brick apartment. Knowing it was your only chance of escape, you ran to the door and didn't hesitate to go through it.

Thick city air met your lungs as soon as you were outside. You were standing on a balcony that went in three directions stretching over an old apartment complex in what seemed like an abandoned city. There was a path to your left that went on for a little bit until it changed into a stairs that climbed up the building onto another level. Another path continued straight ahead of you across a parking lot and to another old apartment complex. The path to your right kept on going until the end of the building where it suddenly ended. It looked like something crashed into the side of the building and ripped the end of the metal balcony clean off. There was a good 50ft drop from the rail to the ground, so it would be a bad idea to fall.

Abruptly, you were reminded of the dire situation. Mindlessly, your feet began to run in whatever direction you were facing - which happened to be towards the right. There was no time to turn around, as the men from earlier would surely catch you. You took a big breath, nearing the end of the balcony, and hoped you would land on something, anything. You got ready to jump, when suddenly an arm grabbed you. You were pulled by a firm hand on the small of your back into something warm.

Opening your eyes, you see that you're pulled flush against a man's chest. Looking up, you see a familiar face once again.

"Where do you think you're going, Agent y/n?" He said in a hushed voice. His small dimpled grin drew in your focus like a magnet - which was a good thing, because if you remembered how close you were to him you would have definitely had a heart attack. Before you could respond - though, you didn't know what you'd say if you did - the door to the balcony was abruptly opened and out rushed several armed men.

From where you were, they could not see you. You were hidden behind a large pillar-like thing that jotted out two feet and hid you from view. You were standing on a small ledge that wrapped around the building. It seemed as if these buildings were old enough that the ledge could crumble, but that was lower on the list of things running through your mind.

"Where'd she go? Spread out and search for her! You. Go that way. You three check the ledge and see if she jumped. The rest of you with me to the main building! We can't let her escape!" An authoritative voice said from not too far away.

You held your breath as the footsteps got closer. They wouldn't notice you if they just looked from the edge of the rail. But if they peeked around the overhang...

"I don't see any evidence of her jumping. There's nothing for her to land on, and a fall would kill her from this height."

"Let's go back and search the area."

At that they turned around and went back towards the center balcony. The breath you'd been holding that time was finally released. You looked up at the man with you. You were still trapped in his grasp, and with his muscles, there's no way you could wriggle free without falling. He noticed you staring and smiled.

"Hey, the time for ogling is later. We need to get outta here." He said playfully. He then let you adjust over to the right of him so he could lead the way out - which happened to be continuing on to the next side of the building. Thankfully, the ledge was two feet wide so you didn't have to worry too bad about falling. "Follow me."

Still rather shaken from your previous proximity to him, you wordlessly follow his lead. He was moving quite fast for being so high up in the air, but then again, he did talk to you like you were an agent of some sort... Agent or not, you had to catch up. He had already rounding the corner of the building.

Vzzzzzzzzzz- Pk!

After carefully climbing around the corner, you see that he had shot something between a zip line and grappling hook across the empty highway and to the lowest level of the building across from us. He was hooking on a handle when a bunch of enemy recruits appeared on the other side of the building.

"There they are! Seize them and get the files at all costs!" The one in front said. At this, an onslaught of people came charging at you. This would have been easy if you actually were an agent, but obviously you're not, and without a gun you had nothing to do but stay out of your fellow agent's way. Which wasn't a problem because he was handling himself perfectly fine. He was taking on the goons like he's done it since birth, his agile movements making it look all too easy.

It was all going smoothly until you noticed a shadow coming from above you. On the rooftop was a hit man holding a very expensive looking gun that was aimed right at your partner. There was no way he'd notice as he was focused on the fight infront of him. You had to do something.

"HEY! There's a guy up there aiming a gun at you!" You yelled. But your efforts were in vain. He didn't hear you over the shouting of the goons and remained where he was. You closed your eyes and hoped he would somehow move from the bullet's path.

BOOM!

Klunk

A piece of metal falls by your feet and startles you from your terrified stance. Peeking your eyes open, your heart skips a beat when you find that your partner is still very much alive and well. You gazed back up at where the hit man was and see that he's doubled over on the edge of the building, a bullet hole in him instead of your partner. At your feet lay his gun, a little dented, but probably still working. You pick it up in hopes that you could use it to help your friend.

"Don't fire it, it has a defense mechanism. Hand it to me, quickly!" He said suddenly. You had no clue how he knew what you were doing, but you did as he asked and handed him the gun. He took it and used it to shove the next few ruffians, making them topple into each other. He then pushed a button on the gun and backed away. Immediately, the gun sent out massive electrical charges that electrocuted the pile, since they were all wearing something metal.

Smirking, your partner turned to you.

"They gotta taste of their own medicine, yeah?" He remarked more to himself than you. "That should take care of them for a little while." Then he turned to face the street. "Nice shot, but you could've been quicker!" He yelled.

"Well, I was gonna say a sniper joke, but it was a long shot and I don't think it would hit the target audience." A familiar voice responded from across the street. You looked to your partner to confirm that you weren't imagining things and he wasn't actually talking to a building. With an eye roll, he looked back at you and pointed to a window. Squinting, you could see a silhouette leaning against the window frame.

"That's Agent Chaconne. Once you get over to the other side of the street, she'll give you the chip reader."

You glanced back at the figure in the window, then at your partner- who was motioning you to get on the zip line and get a move on it. For some reason, you felt that you could trust your new ally. You reluctantly grabbed the handle of the zip line and zoomed across the desolate street.

It was kind of fun zooming above the road. Besides the fact that there are who knows how many people out there trying to kill you, this was pretty enjoyable. You were almost at the end when a bullet flew by your head, ruining the mood. You began to freak out when you realized you were a sitting duck while on the zip line. You frantically looked around to try to see what's going on. Your partners were already a step ahead of you. One was already countering the new wage of goons, while the other was shooting like no one's business, sniper shots whizzing around you.

You finally made it to the end zip point and let go of the handle. You landed by the entrance of an alleyway. You quickly ran around the corner of the nearest building to cover yourself from fire. Supposedly, Agent Chaconne was going to find you and get the chip reader. Seeing as she was quite busy currently, you didn't expect that to happen anytime soon. You crouched in your hiding spot and decided to wait for her to find you.

It was hard to hear over the constant shooting. So much so that you didn't notice someone approaching you until he was 30ft away from you. Realizing this, you got up and ran down the alley. He was faster than you though, and it wouldn't be long until he caught you. Nonetheless, you kept running.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something moving on the metal stairs above you. You see a brief flash of light reflect off the brick walls and glance back to see what it was. The man chasing you earlier was laying face first on the ground. Agent Chaconne was standing a little ways behind him holding a fancy looking tazer gun.

"Guess he found that one shocking, eh?" She quipped. Seeing that you didn't find her joke very funny and were more terrified than anything she swiftly changed subject. "I'm sure he already told you, but I'm Agent Chaconne." She said as she pulled down her mask to show you her face. A wave of realization hit you - it was Lisha! That's why she seemed so familiar. "Here's the chip reader. Don't break it, it's the only one I brought." She extended her hand to reveal said object. You grabbed it and stuffed it in your pocket.

"What do I do with these?" You asked, motioning to the two items given to you.

"If you go down the alleyway a little ways, there should be a narrow offshoot ally to your right. It's not very long, and at the end there's a door to a passageway. Go through that door. After that, you'll be able to figure it out."

Figure it out?! What did that mean? Before you could ask, she was already telling you to go. You had one question that needed answered though. What about your male partner? Was he coming with? Lisha seemed to know what you were thinking as you looked back to the building you once stood on. He was still fighting people up there, seemingly never growing tired.

"He'll be joining us shortly. He's just-"

"HE CUT THE ROPE!" You exclaimed. The zip line that once stretched across the street was now sagging on the ground.

*sigh* "That man. Always wants to leave with a BANG." She said, chuckling to herself at some sort of inside joke. You didn't quite find it funny how he was gonna get himself killed.

"He's gonna DIE?!" You anxiously shrieked. This, she seemed to find even funnier than her previous joke.

"Pffffft! Die? No, he's too stubborn for that. Now get a move on it, before someone else finds you." She said with sudden authority. Seeing your hesitancy, she added, "Don't worry, I'll watch after him. He won't die as long as I have something to say about it."

You then reluctantly turned around and headed towards the end of the alleyway. Surely enough there was indeed a side ally. Just as you start to turn down the ally, you hear a loud boom and a bunch of old cement crumbling to the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you see part of a building fall down. You decide to keep going, even though your heart wanted to turn back to make sure everyone's alright. You reach for the doorhandle, feeling a bit of deja vu once again. You pull open the door and hear an agitated "CHRI-" in the background. But the word was never finished before you were sucked inside the door.

You startled from your slumber and found yourself now back in your beloved house. Had that all just been a dream? It all had felt so real, the adrenaline running through your veins and the wind in your hair. Was that man all just a vision in your head too?

THE END

[dulcesiabits]

deleted scene/former draft of how the meeting between reo and reader from stars you only see during the day went LOL. Warning that this is half-edited and half-written!!!!

“I would have to think about it, Takei-san,” someone—probably Mikage—replies. You crane your head, just in time to catch the look of a boy with a flute of fizzy water in his hand. He’s cute, with uneven bangs and a dove gray suit, and probably around your age, if not a little older. 

Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed. He inclines his head, smiles at you, and waves you over. Suddenly, everyone’s stares are on you for the first time that day, the boy’s attention stronger than a lighthouse. “Those shrimp look good.” 

“Thanks. I didn’t make them,” you say, then kick yourself. Curse your smart mouth. With rich folk like these, it’s better to just keep silent. 

The boy— Mikage— laughs. “Then you have to thank the chef for me.” He delicately scoops up one of the shrimp with his forefinger and thumb. The crowd is silent as he partakes, before a wave of hands rush toward your platter as Mikage swallows. 

“It does look good, you’re right, Mikage-san!”

“You have such impeccable taste.”

“I’ve always had a fondness for shrimp myself!” 

You smile tightly as you’re jostled by the sudden onslaught, elbows bumping into your sides as you’re crowded. Ah. Mikage had probably done this on purpose— waved you over to get the attention off of him. You were nothing but a sacrifice in the process. 

Takei, the man who had been rude to you initially— you refuse to use honorifics with someone like him—  grabs at the shrimp. “Give me some,” he snaps. 

“I can go get refills—” you begin, but he snatches the platter, making you stumble. 

Mikage, looking a bit regretful at shoving you into the swarm of sharks, starts to come closer, the glass still in his hand. “I’m sure there’s more than enough food for everyone, so why don’t we —” 

Takei tries to yank the platter from your hands, treating like you’re nothing but an inconvenient pest on his way to suck up to Mikage, and you struggle to hold on. Mikage draws closer, and he’s right by your side when Takei finally wrestles the platter from your hands, and you collide with Mikage. He grabs your elbow, trying to steady you, but it’s too late— the two of you go down, his expensive drink sloshing over both of you as you grab at the table cloth nearby in a vain attempt for stability— but of course, that only sends you, Mikage and the tablecloth flying to the ground in a tangled heap. You screw your eyes shut, preparing for impact. 

A few seconds pass before you realize you’re not in any sort of pain at all. In fact, the ground under you is really soft. And warm. And— oh shit. You open your eyes to come face to face with Mikage, who you’re lying on top of. The hall is deathly silent, a silence that crawls on your skin. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to— I didn’t realize— sir, just let me—” You attempt to rise, hands fumbling at the ground for purchase. 

“No, it’s okay, you didn’t do it on purpose—” Mikage tries to placate you, but, as you rise, you bump into the table next to you, hard enough to send it crashing over, expensive ceramic plates and vase filled with beautiful tropical flowers cracking on the floor. 

Only one thought flashes through your mind as the guests finally gasp and murmur at the damage. You’re so screwed. 

“What an unmannered servant. Who hired them?” 

“And to injure Mikage-san like that. Surely the family will ask for compensation.” 

“How dreadful! It would be much deserved.” 

You’re still standing numbly in the center of it all when someone grabs at your wrist, hard enough to bruise. “Tch. They shouldn’t have let people like you in here in the first place. Let’s see what the manager of your shitty little catering joint has to say about this behavior.” It’s Takei. He just can’t let up, can he? Asshole. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this situation at all. 

Your free hand twitches. Would the consequences of slapping him right here and now truly be that terrible? It’s not like you could dig the hole you were in any deeper. 

Just as you contemplate going through with slapping Takei, Mikage cuts in front of the two of you. “Takei-san,” he says, smiling, when his eyes are anything but. “I think you should let them go. They didn’t mean to do anything like that.” 

“Hah? But they embarrassed you, Mikage. In front of everyone. They should get punished at least.” 

“It was an accident. It was my fault, too, don’t you think? For not providing a better venue and… [smooth explanation here]” 

“But—” 

“You want to blame Mikage corporation for all of this?” 

Takei pales. “N-no, Mikage-san. I see your point.” 

[transition somehow here]

Mikage wasn’t as bad as you thought. He had saved you back there, after all. For a sheltered trust fund baby, he’s pretty cool. Is there something you could for him in return? You open your mouth to thank him when Mikage whirls around, eues shining likes he’s hit upon a brilliant ideas. 

“Go out with me,” he says earnestly.

Your jaw drops. Ah. Never mind. You were right in your initial assessment: there really is something wrong with rich people. This boy clearly has a few screws lose.

[graveyard-tales]

I was deep diving into my drafts and found this. I think it was written before s2 was released.

He had finally found them, after all this time he was finally going to get them out of this hell hole. Things were finally, finally looking up. So why was it that everything was falling apart when they were so close to the freedom they deserve. All they had to do was get out and now the whole planet seemed hell bent on deteriorating around them.

Shiro pushed Matt ahead, urging him to go faster. The gems that lit the way with their natural luminescence were falling out of the walls, being buried in the dirt as the mine shaft began to collapse around them making it difficult to see. But Shiro kept shoving Matt to go faster as he dragged along Sam next to him. The elder man could barely even walk but Shiro was more than willing to take his weight if it meant getting the two of them out of here.

Then the opening was there, he could see daylight just beyond them. They were so close now, so close when suddenly the ground had left Shiro’s feet. Matt had cried out ahead of them as a chunk of the ground below them gave way. With his right hand, Shiro managed to grabbed ahold of a board of the broken rail-line. He gritted his teeth at the strain in his left arm when Sam’s weight pulled against it.

“Hold on Sam, hold on.” They both cried out when the board slipped, just barely hanging on. The world around Shiro seemed to quiet, Matt’s calls above them muffled as he looked down towards his former commander of the mission that had ruined everything. Sam’s panicked featured forced themselves into an almost sympathetic smile.

“I know this isn’t fair of me to ask of you Shiro. You’ve saved Matt’s life and you told me how you’ve been looking after my little Katie. But I need you to promise me.” Shiro felt his chest seize up as he began to shake his head.

“I always thought of you as family you know, I know I can trust you with them. Please take care of my children Shiro.” Shiro tightened his grip on the other man as soon as he felt Sam’s own grip slacken.

“No, no, no, Sam hold on! I can get us both out of here!” He cried as the elder man began to slip.

“That board won’t hold us and you need both your arm to be able to climb out of here. You need to live Shiro, take care of yourself please, for me. “ Sam closed his eyes as he slipped free of Shiro’s grasp.

Matt’s cry above him was drown out by his own as he watched the man fall into the black abyss below him. Shiro could only sit there, dangling by a board that could hardly stand his weight. What had happened felt so unreal, how did it get to this? Reality crashed back onto him as Matt’s desperate cries continued.

Slowly he was able to pull himself back upon the path they were following. Without words he grabbed onto Matt and pulled him along.

[bytes-and-blessings]

Smuggling Hope - Inklings Challenge 2023

So I signed up to do a little writing challenge this year called the @inklings-challenge! Which you can read more about here: https://inklings-challenge.tumblr.com/about Basically, I've had story ideas in my head for as long as I can remember. Now I finally found something to give me a kick in the pants to write. Maybe this is the first draft to the first chapter of my first novel ever. Maybe I never touch this story again. Who knows? not me.... But without further ado, welcome to the first installment of what I currently call "The Beacon Universe" (Actual name TBD) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Captain Nia Twig woke up at the wheel her ship to the sound of a proximity alarm.

BEEP EEP EEP!

There was message from an incoming ship.

“This is gate border checkpoint Theta-Sigma-Alpha-5, please prepare for boarding with your itinerary, ship registration, and passenger manifest. Failure to cooperate with border patrol will be reported to Zytharian authorities and may result in fines or arrest. Thank you, and Glory to the Emperor.”

Nia groaned and scrambled out of her pilots chair to prepare for the inspection. As she walked through the ship she stashed away a box of stuff from back home and placed it under her bed, with a menstrual garment and some pain pills on top to keep any searchers from touching it. Looking around the area, there was a torn piece of paper that she though she had drunkenly thrown in the incinerator months ago:

The oath and way of the Beacons are as THE LORD once declared: “You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lamp stand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shin-”

Nia was interrupted in her distracted readings by the ship’s alarm system again:

~~~~~WARNING ~~~~ AIRLOCK ENGAGED ~~~~ INTRUDER ALERT~~~~~

“Computer! Stall’em!” She yelled out. The ship’s AI wasn’t anything fancy, but it could pretend to have just enough dysfunction to slow down anyone trying to board. (Or with any luck, kill anyone in a rush via asphyxiation so she could claim it was an accident. Technology sucks, right?)

She stuffed the paper in her pocked and climbed down to the hold. At the bottom, she reached behind the ladder and flipped a leaver.

A few of the crates started to lower into a hidden compartment beneath.

“Come on, come on, move you stupid thing” Nia slammed her foot against the floor.

Suddenly the mechanism squeaked to a halt.

She could hear the boarder ship’s airlock finish connecting to The Night’s Reverie. She’d have to greet the Inspector at any minute, or else the rest of his people’s fleet would show up and blow them both out of the sky.

She dove below the boxes, and started to hunt around. In the tangled mess of wires, there was a stray piece of jerky stuck between the gears. Nia couldn’t quite reach through the gap to catch it.

BANG BANG BANG

Someone was knocking on the other end of the airlock doors, trying to gain entry. If she didn’t let them it, it was going to be a firefight, but if the fuzz caught sight was what was in these crates, well, she’d have bigger problems.

The Captain pulled out a lighter with the symbol of a white bird in flight carved into it.

A small flame springs out with a flick of the flint, she barely has a moment to enjoy the feeling of the flames dancing in her control before she shoots it to knock the jerky out of place. She immediately threw the lighter up onto the main deck, then turned herself into a small flame and landed on the deck as the boxes almost crash into their compartment, crushing the area where she had just been an instant ago. The false floor slid over the contraband as the captain punched in the code to open the airlock for her unwanted guests.

“Still not going to be a Beacon, but Uncle’s old lighter trick is handy in a pinch.” She thought to herself as she punched the intercom button to speak to the visitor waiting in the airlock. “This is the Captain of the ship speaking, who is there?”

A posh voice responded, “Captain Glory Ashwell, are you in there? This is Inspector Zimri Klerk, of the His Greatness’s Most Noble and Important Hyperlane Border Inspections Agency. I am here to proceed with a random inspection of your ship. I assume you have your paperwork in order and are ready for inspection, Captain?” a

From the voice, Nia expected someone much taller on the other side of the airlock. Instead standing there was an short and fat man in a faded but finely pressed dress uniform. He stood proud before her not a piece of his balding silver hair was out of place. His mustache was curled perfectly at the ends, looking at it was almost like looking at a second pair of eyes. At his left side he held a bright red cane with the Empire dragon snarling at it’s head, like forgotten Celtic letterhead come to life. In his right hand he somehow managed to hold both a clipboard and a lit cigar.

Nia cleared her throat, and then addressed the man. “Ah yes Sir, as you can see here on my manifest, my ship, The Kobold is just on a routine courier run to the middle systems of the Empire. If we could make this quick, my clients are very important people with urgent business, Captain. They’ve waited long enough for these goods.”

“Very well Captain. Let’s keep this quick shall we.” He took a puff of the cigar and stormed past her onto the ship.

It may have been the longest inspection she had lived through in her entire life.

He poked in the flight room.

He tapped his cane all around her living quarters.

He crawled under the sink.

He licked the dust between the crates.

He even accidentally knocked out a fake wall Nia didn’t know the ship had.

By the end of it, he looked less like a man to her, and more like some cross between a relentless hound dog, and a relentless hound dog breathing tobacco smoke from his lungs. An evil, fire-breathing dog of war armed with a clipboard of wrath and health code violations.

Finally, it was almost over. Inspector Zimiri stood right next to the holds ladder and put away his pen.

“Well, everything looks fine here, as long as you don’t have any rebel contraband under here then I’ll be on my way.”

With a single motion, he flipped the hidden switch with his cane and stepped aside to reveal the contraband crates.

A moment pasted, then a second as the crates were slowly lifted by the traitorous mechanism. Neither person seamed to move or breath for a second. Finally Nia let out a long sigh, and pulled out a wad of bills from her inner coat pocket.

She faked a smile, and tried to approach the Inspector congenially,“Look here friend, there’s nothing harmful here. It’s just some luxury goods I need to keep extra protected for a client in Casino Monte. Some rich dude wants camping supplies to reenact some ancient survivalist U-tuber. Bear Gorillas or something? I don’t know man, can’t we just figure this out? It’s not like it’s weapons or anything, you know, right?” She said, holding out the bribe money.

The Inspector let out a deep sigh. He leaned his cane against the wall. Then he removed his glasses and began to methodically clean them. For a moment Nia could swear he tapped a button on his jacket. The little man straighten up to glare at her. The cigar smoke began to fog up his glasses once more and reflect the dim light of the ship. The Captain began to back away from the twin burning suns staring at her from his glasses.

“Do you take me for a fool?”

He walked over and opened the first crate to find a stack of water bottles, blankets, and food with single stuffed goose sat on top of the pile of goods.

“We both know that there’s no way a ship of this size has the fuel to get to the destination on your manifest.” He waved the faked papers in the air, “You’re more likely to drop out of the hyperlane somewhere above the Miser-Cordia system. Right where his Greatness’s Military has currently blockaded a group of those traitorous followers of the Beacon’s Path and the foolish civilians roped up in their little games. Do you think I didn’t realize from the moment your little star skipper left the hyperbridge that figured out that you were carrying the most dangerous weapon known to man inside?”

He dropped the cigar and waved the stuffed goose in the air, as if demonstrating his point.

“My good captain, it appears to me that you are smuggling hope.”

Nia whipped out her pistol and pointed it at him. “Listen, buddy, I don’t know who you are. And I don’t care. As I was saying, I’m not smuggling weapons, or drugs, or slaves, or any of the other fucked up shit that all of your friends turn a blind eye to every day for a couple of creds. So unless your sanctimonious pride and your thin wallet is more important than your life, maybe grow some brains out of that mustache. I’m not a Rebel. I just see a demand and I fill it. I don’t care about your stupid wars, buddy. This is just business. Just take your cut of creds like every other self serving sleaze bag in the galaxy, and let me go.” She insisted, probably too firmly. But Nia didn’t care, her pulse was in her throat and she could feel fire aching at her fingertips for the first time in years. This was about to go south, fast.

Still brandishing her pistol, Nia took in the sight of the little inspector. She had to keep her gun arm pointed down at an awkward angle to place the muzzle beneath his nose. When he wasn’t running around her ship, it was easier to see that this man only reached her shoulder. His mustache barely twitched at the sensation of cold metal. He dropped the goose back into it’s box. With it fell the clipboard. His fingers twitched for the cigar that had once been in his hand. Suddenly, the man before her wasn’t a robotic inspector of a dictator anymore. The cold glare in his eyes had softened into something still determined, but also seemingly defeated. Like the last blue flame of a dying fire. He reached down to pick up the cigar again.

“I have to say, I am quite disappointed in you, Miss Philomena Bryne.” He said, letting the smoke blow into Nia’s face. He grabbed onto a pin on his lapel, and broke it. Nia could see a few ripped wires leaving what she could now see had been a wiretap. “We both know you don’t need that toy to turn me to ash, so let’s drop the pretense, hm?”

“That’s not my name, that girl is dead. Who are you, and how do you know her?” She backed off, but kept the pistol high.

“Ah my mistake Captain,” He said, reaching up to scratch his lip. “Here I was, under the impression that I had caught up with a great Beacon of Old: A mythical group of people who could take flight in the stars without a ship, a Peace Keeper, a great Defender of the innocent, a living flame in the galaxy’s eternal night. I thought I was tracking a relic of a forgotten era of Crusades and Caped Heroes; one who was stuck in a universe that has progressed beyond, or perhaps, sunken below religion. And now l see that I have found a jaded business woman looking to profit off another’s misfortune, no? I had hoped that anyone with your flame, who could incurs such wrath of my employees and countrymen, could be nothing less than a saint. But if it’s business you want, then it’s business you’ll get I suppose. You can come out now, my dear.”

Zimiri Klerk tapped his cigar against the wall of the ship, and out of the embers emerged a young girl who could almost have been Philomena's cousin. But her hair soon changed from fire red to pale blonde. She was even shorter and thinner than the man next to her. Nia quickly realized that this was most likely the Inspector’s daughter. Her eyes were the same jet engine blue as his, and just as sharp.

“I will make a deal with you Captain. Get my daughter out of reach of the Empire's ashy dogs, and anyone else who would make her a living weapon. Then consider your bribe to be paid. Now I must go, my colleges will be looking for me. I’ll buy you what time I can. Good luck, my dear.” Then Zimiri Klerk walked to door of the Night’s Reverie.

“And remember Captain, even if you do not think of yourself a hero, to my daughter, and all of those people trapped on Miser-Cordia, you are the last light of hope.”

[starry-eyed-never-satisfied]

16, 25, 19, and 5 ;D

Eee! I'm so sorry, i started to answer an then saved to drafts and forgot you!

At what point in the process do I come up with the title?

I try to use lyrics for my titles, and some of them I had as soon as I started writing - 3 AM Wide Awake, Hold Me, My Leathers Fit Tight Around Me. Others were much harder, Driving On Down The Road got a title change after I posted it, and a lot of my wips are saved as document 1, 2 etc, which means if I'm looking for a particular one I have to open all of them!

Have I ever upset myself with my one writing?

Yes! Hold Me, Gods Of Thunder, and there is one line in one of my wips that I cannot read without crying.

A small teaser from one of my wips.

This one is a story from the Hotter Than Hell recording, a combo of Ace's car crash and a story from Paul's book where he nearly got arrested for not having his licence. For dramatic effect, I have written him as being arrested.

Afterwards no one could remember what had set it off.  A bad day, a thoughtless word spoken in anger.   On top of the stress of recording and being away from home for so long everyone’s tempers were frayed.  Ace and Peter had both been drinking steadily since they had returned from the studio several hours earlier.  Sometimes that put them in a very good mood.  Today was not one of those days.  A terrible fight had ensued, and Ace went storming out in a rage.

“That fucking idiot is driving!” shouted Gene at the sound of squealing tires as Ace speed off.  “He’s going to fucking kill himself!”

Although Peter had been screaming at Ace just minutes earlier, he suddenly had the urge to defend his friend.  “And that would make you happy, wouldn’t it!”

“Of course it fucking wouldn’t!”

Bill got between the two of them, placing a calming hand on each.  “Guys, just calm down.”

Gene looked around the room.  “Where’s Paul?”

What no one had noticed was that before Ace stormed out, Paul had already left.  He hated fighting.  He hated anger and aggression.  Negative energy.  Whatever it was, it reminded him of when his parents fought, and he couldn't stand it.

Driving along, radio blasting, wind in his hair, Paul felt the stress melt away.  Music had always been his solace, and he had it so loud that he almost didn’t hear the police siren.  Turning down the music, Paul peered ahead.  Where was the cop?  He could never tell which direction sound was coming from.  Then he glanced in his rear-view mirror.  Fuck!  He’s right behind me!  I wasn’t speeding, was I?

Heart pounding, Paul pulled over.  Hopefully it would be a lady cop.  He could try his charm on her.  The officer approached.  He was a man.

“Licence and registration, please,” he said.

Paul nervously reached for his wallet . . . and realised it wasn’t in his pocket.  He had left in a rush and hadn’t even thought to grab it.  The police in New York never cared.  As it turned out LA police were different.

“I . . . uh . . . I don’t have it.  I left it at the hotel, sorry.”

“Then you’re going to jail.”

“Jail?”  Paul’s blood turned to ice.  “I can’t go to jail.”  Joking around one day, Gene had said if Paul was ever in jail, he’d be the most popular guy there.  “Not looking like this.”

It was to no avail.  Paul was frisked, which if he hadn’t been so scared, he would have found funny.  His jeans were skin-tight, so if he had any weapon other than his love gun in them, it would have been obvious.  Then he was handcuffed and pushed into the police car and taken away.

A few miles away there were no police.  Which may or may not have been fortunate for Ace, as he was taking out his anger by seeing how fast he could drive the winding hill roads.  And when he found he could do it quite fast, he did it again. 

What's a fic idea I've had that I will never write?

I have a couple that I have tried, but are really hard. One is a self insert, me and Paul, pure smut. I've written a little, but then I think about people reading it and I get embarrassed and delete it. The other is really dark and deals with a suicide attempt, again I've written a little, but I don't know how it would be received.

Thanks for the ask!