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evie-sturns · 4 months ago

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begging - Chris Sturniolo

summary: when chris gets home after filming, he is the most desperate youve ever seen him, he is literally a horny, clingy, wreck. after a lot of begging you finally give him exactly what he needs.

contains: sub!chris, smut, needy!chris, teasing, overstimulation, fluff.

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6:14pm

i lay down on the couch in my pink pyjama set, curled up as i scroll through my phone. suddenly my head perks up as i hear the door unlock.

chris walks through the door, throwing his bag down and slipping off his shoes.

"hi chris!" i call out from the living room,

chris lets out a small whine in response, instantly dragging his feet over to the couch. i smile up at him as i open my arms, chris instantly flops down.

he lands ontop of me with a small grunt, instantly cuddling into me. he rests his head on my neck.

"you tired?" i whisper softly,

chris shakes his head, "no..." my eyebrows furrow as i run my nails up and down his back.

"do you feel sick?" i ask, his head shakes again.

"whats up with you then?' i mumble,

chris shakes his head, refusing to anwser.

i stay silent for a few moments, waiting for him to respond.

"can you touch me..?" chris whispers, pulling his head away from the crook of my neck to look into my eyes.

"so thats what this is about yeah?" i giggle,

his cheeks flush but he doesn't stop, "please- 'm so horny." his tone is somewhat desperate, a small whine in his voice.

"im tired chris, not today." i whisper, still rubbing his back.

"but- please, i've- i've been needy all day for you 'n i wasnt home at all today- please." he rambles, staring into my eyes with half lidded eyes.

"chris baby, i told you that im tired, maybe tomorrow yeah?" i mutter,

chris lets out a high pitched whine, clutching onto my shirt with balled up fists.

"i can't wait- please i just need you so bad ma, please, seriously." he babbles on, his grip on my pyjama shirt getting tighter.

i let out a small laugh, but he instantly cuts me off.

"stop! 's not funny!" he groans, burying his head in my chest.

i keep up my smirk,

"baby, just go upstairs and sort yourself out okay?" i speak softly, gently rolling him off of me.

"i cant- i wont be able to cum without you." he says, slightly panting now.

i stay silent, just staring at him.

i can't even deny the fact im getting more and more turned on by the second, looking at his completley flushed face, and the red tint spread across his cheeks from how embarrassed he is, looking just so pathetic begging for me like this.

i continue to just look at him, split between wanting to go to bed now and just giving him what he really, really wants.

chris burys his head back into my stomach.

"look at me." i whisper, he shakes his head.

i pull his head away from me, and grab his chin, tilting it up so he has to look at me.

he has teary, glassed over eyes.

a smirk tugs at my lips, almost in shock.

"are you about to cry?" i grin,

"no! im just! im so frustrated!" he grumbles.

"hey, fine, cmon." i whisper, standing up off the couch and grabbing his hand.

he stands up on shaky legs as i drag him to the bedroom, his eyes lighten immediately as he sees what is going on.

he suddenly has more of a spring in his step, and the tears in his eyes have gone.

i pull him into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed.

he looks up at me, staying silent and still.

“don’t get all shy on me now chris.” i speak, referencing his frozen figure and wide eyes.

“sorry.” he whispers, clutching the bedsheets.

“go on, take everything off f’me.” i tell him, folding my arms over his chest.

he nods frantically, instantly reaching down and fumbling with his belt buckle, throwing it across the room to the floor.

he unbuttons his jeans with shaky hands, sliding them down his legs before reaching for his shirt, which he throws off aswell.

he sits on the bed in his boxers, a sheepish expression on his face.

i can tell his cock is tucked into his waistband of his boxers, proving he’d been hard for a while.

“how long have you been hard.” i scoff, staring down at him,

he wipes a few strands of hair out of his eyes before speaking, “too long.” he mutters.

“let me take care of you, yeah? boxers off.” i tell him,

he tugs down his boxers and his erection springs out, his tip tapping his stomach, smearing his precum against the pale skin.

his tip is raw and red, it almost looks borderline painful.

i crawl onto the bed between his legs, resting my head on his thigh.

his dick sits straight up right by my face,

chris stares down at me, his eyelids heavy and lips a dark pink.

his loose hairs stick to his forehead as he lets out shallow breaths.

“please.” he mutters under his breath, his hips bucking up and his dick brushing my cheek.

i shake my head, placing a firm hand on his lower belly to hold him down to the bed.

“no, no squirming.” i mumble,

“i need it so bad- please- i’m so sore.” his voice cracks,

i grin slightly at his plea,

“please!” he raises his voice, his tone high pitched,

“please what..?” i decide to tease him a little bit more.

“please- please touch me, please- i’ll do anything baby.” he pants,

“finee.” i whisper, dragging my nails up and down his thighs,

i finally wrap my fingers around his stiff cock, i can feel his throbbing in my hand.

“i want your mouth- i need your lips.” he breathes,

“good boy, telling me what you want.” i grin,

i pump him a few times, my fist clenched tight around his length.

i drag my thumb up the long vein which travels up his dick, eliciting a loud moan from him.

my lips part as i stick my tongue out, gently licking up the underside of his cock, from his base to his pink raw tip.

he lets out a cross between a sigh and a whimper, the pleasure getting to him.

i finally wrap my lips around his tip, his eyes roll back into his head as he arches his back off the bed.

“oohh my godd..” he breathes, a smile on his face as his jaw falls slack.

i swirl my tongue around his tip, gathering the salty precum in my mouth.

his hands travel up to my hair, his long fingers intertwining into the strands.

i gently take more of him down my throat, gagging as he hits the back of my throat

“fucking- so- good” he gasps out,

i pick up my pace, bobbing my head up and down on his cock,

chris squirms on the bed, his hands tightening in my hair as he lets out strings of curses.

“i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna cum- please i’m so close-“ he babbles,

after a few seconds i pull off of him, edging him completely.

he looks down at me with wide eyes, almost looking like he could burst into tears right there.

“that’s not fair- that’s not fair!” he pants,

he reaches down and grabbing his cock in his own hands.

i instantly pull his hands away, shaking my head.

“but- ‘s not fair!” he says with a loud whine.

i sit up, rubbing his cheek, “i know it’s not fair, but i wanna ride you yeah?”

his eyes light up somewhat, but he still looks pissed.

i peel off my tank top, following with my tiny pyjama shorts.

i sit naked infront of him, he throws his head back.

“it hurts- i’m so hard it hurts.” he whispers,

my nipples harden at his words, the dampness between my thighs getting more prominent.

i shift up and i straddle his waist,

his hands reach up and grab my waist, his fingers digging into the skin.

i sit fully bare on his waist, my arousal dripping onto his skin.

he lets out a trembling breath, staring up at me piercingly.

i sit up on my knees before shifting back,

i reach down and grab his length, positioning his tip right at my entrance.

his head throws back, his fingers digging painfully hard onto my skin,

after a few seconds, i finally sink down onto his tip,

chris lets out a pathetic whimper as his hands fly down to the matress, his hands balling up the sheets.

i sink further, and further down before bottoming out.

my stomach fills with a familiar warmth, i let out a shaky moan as my stomach feels heavy and warm.

“thank you- thank you- thank you so much oh my god-“ he whines, his legs shaking subtly.

i start to bounce on his length, the stretch burning, in such a good way.

chris seems to be enjoying it as much as i am, his eyes trained on my tits as he fights to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head.

“i lo- love you so much- god you feel incredible.” he rambles out, his voice croaky and cracking.

he hands fly up to my breasts, squeezing them as he moans loudly.

“i’m so close already- i need to cum-“ he whispers, his hands sinking into my tits.

i bite back a smile at how hard he’s gripping me, it’s almost painful but i decide to not comment on it, instead just grabbing his hands and moving them to my waist.

i clench around him, the warmth spreading through my abdomen as i feel myself get closer.

“please let me cum- i need to- please—“ he breathes,

he arches his back off the bed, his head tipping back

his brown locks fall over his face, also spreading against the matress.

he sinks his teeth stupidly hard into his bottom lip, so hard to the point i can see blood drawing.

i feel my chest tighten as pleasure overwhelms me, my cheeks burning and my legs aching from the effort.

a loud moan rips out of me as i clench around him again, tighter this time.

i feel my orgasm crash down on me, riding it out to the best of my ability before flopping down on his chest.

i feel chris follow right after me, spurts of white filling my insides.

the room goes partially silent, only filled with our panting from both of us.

i slowly pull off of him, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.

chris’s cum leaks out of me onto the bedsheets, but i can’t be asked to care about that right now.

“i love you.” he breaks the silence, wrapping his arms around my back and rolling us over so he’s ontop of me.

i mumble a vague, ‘love you too’ as i hold him ontop of me.

after several minutes of laying like this he finally breaks the silence.

“i don’t think you understand how good that felt..” he whispers,

i grin tiredly, with a small hum.

“why did you have to make me wait so long- i think that’s the worst pain i’ve been in all year.” he whispers,

“i liked watching you beg!” i giggle,

“shut up- shush.” he laughs, his face going red.

“you were all, ‘pleasee i’m so soree let me cummm’.” i tease him,

he clasps a hand over my mouth, “i hate you.” he grins.

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sarpedon · 2 years ago

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people in my life keep trying to convert me to the air fryer life but most of the things they try to tell me i can use an air fryer for i dont really eat. an air fryer doesnt sound appealing to someone who almost exclusively eats soups, stir fries, pasta dishes, and fried rice.

#you can make fries - i dont want that.#you can heat up frozen nuggets and spring rolls and stuff - i dont eat those.#theyre great for reheating leftover pizza - i dont eat that.

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inkdrinkerworld · 2 months ago

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Spring’s Coming

cw: fluff, poly!marauders having supper outside as spring comes in, reader and sirius team up and fluster remus, just sweet coupley fluff!

“Are we having supper out here?” James asks as he opens the sliding door to your back garden and finds you and Remus sitting curled into each other staring at the sky.

Remus has been whispering to you about the constellations and when you can see which ones and where.

“It’s the first night of actual spring, Jamie. Can we please?” You ask, turning to him and finding two steaming bowls in his hands.

“Doesn’t bother me, angel.” James hands you a yellow bowl and a green one to Remus, inside is porridge with all the fix ins - a spoon of yoghurt, what smells like cookie butter in yours and peanut in Remus’, a handful of frozen blueberries and a drizzle of honey.

“Do you have a preference, Moons?”

“It would be nice to sit out, the flowers are coming up too, smells nice.” He shifts a little to accept the bowl. “Thank you Jamie.” Remus hums, kissing his forearm where it stretches.

He shrugs, his dimple poking out. “Siri come out here! We’re having supper under the stars.”

James makes it far more romantic than either you or Remus had intended but when Sirius comes out with two more bowls and a blanket cape, it certainly feels so.

“Here y’go Jamie boy,” James’ porridge has the same fix ins as Remus and you can only assume protein powder lest he fall under this rugby season, his bowl is orange. “Shove over, Rem.”

Remus rolls his eyes as Sirius sits beside him, “You’re so romantic when you wish to be.” He says sarcastically and Sirius only takes a sticky bite of his supper.

Sirius’ bowl is a grey that looks purple sometimes and his has cereal flakes on top, honey drizzles and blueberries.

He and James flank you and Remus and the blanket is draped over everyone. The sky is nearly black from how dark it is, but the pretty thing about that is the stars that litter it.

You can see Orion’s Belt, Cassiopeia, and the Big Dipper- Remus can tell the others better than you.

You can hear crickets coming out, and a little rustle between your bushes every now and again, which you can only hope are bunnies.

“This was a good idea, poppet.” Sirius murmurs through another bite.

You smile, “I’m not so sure it was an idea more than it was me and Remus getting distracted.”

Remus chuckles, thumb reaching over to you to wipe away a bit of milk at the corner of your mouth.

“I was only telling about the constellations.”

James smiles, “You get into it though Rem, feels wrong to stop your ramblings.”

Remus’ blush blazes through the scars on his face and he looks even more endearing for it.

Sirius grins, any chance to make any of his loves red and he’s a hound with a scent. “Would you care telling about the,” he snaps his fingers like he can’t remember. “What’s the right name for that multiheaded one?”

You giggle when Remus goes redder, even more so when he hides his face in your shoulder. “The Hydra, Siri. We might not see it for a few days though.”

You ruffle his hair, “So smart, baby.” He nips your shoulder in retaliation making you shriek and turn into James.

“Would you be able to map it, for us? So we now how to spot it?” Sirius carries on and James feels pity for Remus’ whine.

“Would you like dessert Moony? We’ve got tea cake inside, precious.”

Remus jumps at the opportunity, collecting your now empty bowls eagerly making you and Sirius laugh.

“He’s gonna get us horribly well tomorrow.” You say as you curl into him when they leave.

“He might well get us tonight, poppet. Odds on us surviving?”

You’re quiet for a moment where you can hear James and Remus whispering inside. “Probably pretty low now that he’s romancing James.”

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ridingthatd · 1 year ago

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₊˚‧₊˚. SUKUNAS DESIRES

₊˚‧₊˚. sukunaxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, sukunas little whore, sukuna being nasty, its really nasty

who thought you'll be stuck, in a snow storm, no where to go other then a obendent cabin that can barely keep you warm, freezing to death with your master- the master you despise the most, the one who you can't even look at without have an urge to punch the shit out of him, it's not like he was annoying or talkative-

it's just he was bossy- bossy without even trying to be, for some reason everyone seem to follow what he says without a second thought. at the same time you can't blame them after all he's the one and only- the king of curses, the man who lived for hundred, and thousands of years. it annoys you that no one can do anything to stop him or even as much as think about stopping him because this is how much fear he holds against everyone, he took over your little village, shredded everyone into pieces just because. shredded your soon to be husband just because.

yet here you are sitting on the cold wooden floor, bones shaking, just because your stupid ass decided to go out look for a special kind of plant- so you can make money, since you're barely surviving with the amount you have right now, but that isn't what bothers you- what bothers you is sukuna who decided to follow you just because.

who decided to lead you into a cabin since he can sense a storm coming just because. you take a glance at the man who's sitting at the opposite side of you, legs and four of his arms folded, eyes closed, you glare a him, why is he even here.

"quit glaring at me little human" sukuna growls out, clearly not happy about the way you're staring at him. he open all of his eyes to stare at your shakey figure and he frowns.

"do all human get this cold easily?" he says horsely his voice is harsh- maybe it's because you rarely hear him talk, all he needs to do is glance at anyone and this would do the talk for him. you stop yourself from rolling your eyes, he's probably here to watch you freeze to death, finding it entertaining to watch you die. but his next words had you widening your eyes that they might fall out.

"or is it just my delicate little flower?" sukuna causally speaks out, as if those words are not surprising- like he's used to saying it. he raises his eye brows at your shocked expression clearly not catching on what's so amusing.

he lazily trail his eyes up-down your trembling body, before his four arms open, he uses two of his arms to slowly un handle his kimono rob, and let it fall losely around his hips- only exposing his upper half.

you stare at him dumfounded, but horrified at the same from how big his body is- he had huge board shoulders, muscles ripping every part of him, you can't help but stare at his perky pinkish-red nipples, slowly trailing your eyes down to his hairless body, you were used to man having chest hair- but he did have a hair trail connecting his belly button down to the v line of his lower body.

sukuna keep his four arms open toward you as he huskly speak out-

"get over here foolish little human" this is why his arms were spread out, inviting you to his shirtless warm embrace.

"are you going to get your pretty ass here human or do you wish to freeze to death?" he tsk at you, clearly not happy about you making him wait- the gears in your brain turn around and you think about the situation you're in- you were few minutes away from becoming a frozen dead body so you clearly had no other option then to take the king of curses offer.

you slowly crawl your way to him, on all fours to cold to stand up- but what you didn't realize is that, it brought pleasure to sukunas brain, his two cocks spring out proudly, he peers down at you, looking so submissive crawling on all fours to get to him, your full round ass peeking out, swaying as you make your way toward him.

once you get close enough, sukuna stretch his two arms to reach you and place you directly on his erection- but you were to innocent to know what they were- while the other two arms tug you into his chest, just to envelope you in his kimono and tie his rob again.

you sit here to stif not knowing what to do because your whole body was pressed against his warm one, you can feel his perky nipples brush against your own, which make them intentionally harden to.

sukuna is enjoying this so much- so much that his cocks throb, twitch, leak, he couldn't help the purring that left his chest. you clearly feel him purring because your face is completely pressed against his neck, to your surprise it doesn't scare you- to your surprise it does nothing but relax you.

the blowing wind hitting against the windows of the cabin, the warmth of sukunas chest and the two warm things throbbing and twitching behind your thighs, seem to make you lose focus, slowly drifting into drowsiness, can't help but snuggle your face deeper into his neck- taking a deep breath of his smell, you can't help it when you take a glance at his perky nipples they looked so suckable so you leaned in sucking gently on one of them,- to your surprise it only makes sukuna growl and purr louder, so you back off staring at the string of spit you left and you give your attention to his other nipple.

you can feel two of sukunas hands gently stroking your hair, and down your spine, while the other two make their way toward your huge thighs, and plumpy perky ass, you let out a small whine once you feel sukuna grip your ass hard.

"shhh my little human, let your master keep you warm" he coo at you his other two arms still gently petting you, you intentionally move your ass toward his ragging cocks, and sukuna growls gently take your ear between his teeth, biting and sucking on it.

you didn't know why but you felt wet, and tingly down there, so bothered like you wanted some relief, so you start rubbing your thighs together for some fraction-

"feeling needy my little pet? is your sweet little cunt feeling empty?" he whispers darkly in your ear, you suddenly feel one of the warm things that was twitching on your thighs, brush against your tingly wet cunt- you whimper it felt so good that out of relfex you started rubbing on it, liking the feeling of how it was throbbing on your cunt.

sukuna let out a groan as his other cock start rubbing on your ass, while the other was being dry humped by your wet pussy, he can smell your strong arousal and it was driving him crazy- he was drunk on it as his hands trail up your kimono and find your drenched panties.

"i- i need to pee master" you embarrassingly mutter out, not being able to continue the feeling, not wanting to pee on the king of curses.

sukuna chuckles at how innocent you were, of curse at such lowly village they didn't teach woman about sex, they only teached the most important part about it, but they didn't tell you about orgasms, or about how good it felt.

he harshly rips your kimono open and throw it somewhere, leaving you only with your panties on, he stares at your nipples hungrily wanting to feel the hard bud against his tongue so he does, he takes one fat nipples into his mouth while his other hand knead at your other nipple.

you still and moan out, eyes rolling at the new sensation, thighs shaking, arching your chest against his face.

sukuna moans as he feels your wet juice drip down to his clothed cock. "aha you dirty little human, did you cum just from getting your nipples sucked? did you cum on your masters cock?".

you were to out of it, to even make out what he said, but sukuna didn't care as he tug his two throbbing, leaking cock out, stroaking them both together, groaning and growling at the sight of you so fucked out.

"Will you let me give the curses a queen, then?" Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he began to prod that cockhead into your folds.

an animalistic growl left the king of curses clearly getting off at the idea, he can spill his seeds in you, from the idea of having you as his, his queen. "sit on your throne, my queen."

and with that, sukuna forcefully impaled you on both his cocks so hard that you blacked out.

you startled awake, feeling intense pain and pleasure, feeling so stuffed that you can't breath- then you snap out whimpering and whinning, as you look around eyes half opened you can see, sukunas face- but he looked more animalistic then he did before, growling and groaning as he lean in to suck on your bouncing boobs. wet clapping noises filled the cabin, as sukuna tug you up and down his cock, filling you with not one cock- but both of them at the same time.

he can't help but roll his eyes from pleasure, as he takes a glance at your stretched out cunt, so red, so puffy, so tight, gripping so hard into his cocks as he plug them in.

"look at you! look at you taking my cock- no both of them, my beautiful fuck toy, created for the purpose of pleasing me!”"he growls out, the only sounds were his groans that were drowned by the sound of his cock being clenched tightly around your cunt, by your juice spilling out and coating his cocks, while his balls smacked on your asshole.

“my queen's job is to obey me and to give me heirs… so when your king says cum for him, my queen had better cream all over my fucking cock, do you understand me?”

you screamed in this snow storm, knowing no one will be able to rescue you from the beasts cocks of his, that are tearing through you, ripping you apart as they rip an Orgasm out of you, making you squirt all over him, coating his kimono with your sweet honey.

"cum again hard now", came the low growl of a whisper.

you didn't know what came over you, you wanted to be submissive to him, you wanted to please him, you gave Sukuna exactly what he wanted. you squirted all over his cock again, it made a loud embarrassingly wet noise, the power of your orgasm was made more intense by the fact that the king of curses didn't slow down his inhumane thrusts into your very abused cunt… if anything, he began yanking into you harder, faster.

there was an insane glint in his eyes, and with every thrust he made sukuna’s growls and grunts began to turn into laughter.

cruel laughter, pure evil, like he was given the thing he wanted the most in this world.

then he filled you, his cum filling you so deep that you black out again, this time you didn't wake up in the cabin but in a bed whom belongs to the one and only- the king of curses.

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wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj · 11 months ago

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its always funny when i remember hamilton was a big deal because i know about it rationally like i was into it as well. but so many people in the doctor who tag knowing jonathan groff primarily as king george still amuses me because he is in so many other things

#man is prolific i think these are his most well known defining stuff?#i personally have been a spring awakening guy forever even though i actually did know him from hamilton originally #i just. those youve known makes me mournful.#i want to know this. this is important data to me #doctor who #rogue doctor who #jonathan groff #musical theatre #fifteenth doctor #polls

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vyyper · 1 month ago

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beating the heatwaves with childe (fluff, wc 0.8k)

ajax overheats easily.

you've noticed, when he unbuttons some of his jacket or rolls up his sleeves, even when it's nice out. good weather to you and most others is too hot to him. you guess it has to do from growing up in snezhnaya; him being used to cruel winters makes inviting summers too intense in their warmth. he complains on and on, stopping at stalls to get cool drinks or frozen treats, buying matching fans to beat the heat, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you take shelter from the sun under a canopy of trees.

in bitter winter, whisked away to his homeland as he drapes his coat over your shoulders and holds you close, sat on the porch of his childhood home as his siblings run in the snow. when the spring breeze hits your face, and you hold on to him to surpass the brief chill. he manages it just fine, but somehow with you it feels more pleasant. in the fall when the nights begin to get shorter, you're as bright as the remaining day, as hot as the sun. and now, even in the blazing heat, even when he's too hot, he needs you to warm that place in his chest, to feel the soft rush of being cherished.

if there's water nearby, he usually ends up dragging you to the beach, pulling you knee deep into the sea despite your complaints about being wet as you walk around after. but you're never serious, and he knows this— knows the way you always end up rolling up your pants, knows the way your lips curl into a faint smile, petals blossoming.

ajax knows you like he knows the back of his hand; he remembers the exact way you kiss all the freckles on it, with so much care as if you're mapping the stars themselves. he knows the exact way you'll laugh when he splashes at you, that you'll splash him back, the way you'll smile as you walk home while the sun sets, hand in hand. he'd rather admire you than the night sky, would rather bask in your warmth than the sun's.

he'd keep trying to feel your warmth even when it's too much.

"it's so hot," he whines, you locked against him as his face presses into your neck. you feel his words against your pulse, changing from the smile he had there not long ago. you roll your eyes at his whining, at how well his alias fits his attitude sometimes. this is of his own doing, after all.

"because you're holding me like you're clinging on for dear life during a heatwave," you murmur, and he shakes his head. “if you wanna cool down, move back a little.”

"ajax..." you begin, with that exasperated tone he's gotten from you multiple times today, like he usually does on days like these. you're not actually mad at him, he knows; your anger is a different blaze to him, a different kind of ache than the sickeningly sweet one he feels now.

"i am holding on for dear life!" he whines. "after all, how am i s'posed to go on if i can't have you in my arms? don't be ridiculous, sweetheart."

ajax will always listen to you, but this is one of those times he just can't. you might be warm, but he can't forsake that.

"whaat, what? am i in trouble?" he grins, and you scowl even further. his heart thuds a bit faster, choppy ocean waves. you're so cute, he thinks, and the thought only makes him grin wider, which in turn makes you frown deeper. he loves you, all of you, even when you frown, even when you're grumpy with him, even when your tone is stern.

"i want to go to bed, ajax. so move to cool down, or stay and stop complaining. let me sleep," you say, yawn punctuating the sentence. the same thudding of his heart again, same ocean waves. the sound makes him grin wider.

"you're so cute," he says, softly against your pulse.

it's thudding the way his is.

you pause, and he knows that you feel flustered. you pretend not to when you huff, but he felt the hesitation. “that's nice. now be quiet. i don't think you're gonna find how annoyed i'll be tomorrow if i don't get enough sleep very cute.”

"but you're wrong," his turn to huff this time. "you're always cute, don't you get it?"

"do you live to embarrass me?" you groan, squirming.

"perhaps," he laughs, adjusting you both as he retreats from your neck, your eyes meeting his. they're the ocean you waded in earlier, the clear and inviting summer sky. you could spend forever in them. "but you don't mind though, do you? you love me, after all. like i love you." ah. those last three words fall from his lips like a reverent prayer, one he recites daily, with determination to prove his words. he's got you there, disarming you in a way no other person is able to. he says this whenever he can. because he makes sure you hear just how much he admires you, and because he knows you'll always respond the same way.

"yeah, yeah. i love you too," you mumble, and kiss the top of his head.

your heartbeats slow as you drift off together, twin flames flickering steadily, softly.

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nsharks · 5 months ago

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bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part twenty-one —other parts

pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader words: 3.5k tags: death. blood. cannibalism mention. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn’t here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: I'm sorry lmaooo nine months... hopefully we can finish this thing!

The last bed you laid in smelled like lemon mint detergent. It was the full bed in your sister's guest room. Everything was crisp and white. They rarely had guests besides you. Some of your clothes stayed in that closet, one of your toothbrushes stayed in the connected bathroom, waiting for your visits. You'd awaken that last morning not thinking you'd never sleep in bed for another five years. You left it unmade.

This bed smells like pine and warmth.

Ghost's room is small and dimly lit. The ceiling slants so that one end is not tall enough for him to fully stand. There's a dresser and a nightstand, leaving only a sliver of floorspace.

After the metal latch on the door clicks shut, Ghost lays the blanket down and grabs a pillow for himself. That leaves the bed to you. Springs creak beneath your weight as you silently slip under a heavy, rustic quilt. The years-embedded scent of him wraps around you like a drug-induced fog. You hesitate to move, frozen as he flicks off the light. You wonder if he always locks the door or did it for you, to make you feel safer.

Only when his moving about ceases do you allow yourself to get comfortable. You cocoon your body under the quilt and turn to your side, closing your eyes.

A thought reopens them minutes later. You roll onto your back and speak into the darkness. "Have you known about this Switzerland place?"

For a moment, you think he's already asleep. Then, from below the bed by your feet, he says, "Heard of it."

"That is what you guys talked about, isn't it?" you ask absentmindedly.

"Among other things."

You sit up so you can see him, but all that you can make out is a dark shadow. "Care to share?"

"Some things are on a need-to-know basis," is all he gives.

"And I don't need to know?"

"Precisely."

It stings; you don't know why. "Some team we make, huh? Or I guess we're only a team when you need me to do something for you."

You quickly realize how petulant you must sound. The shadow sits upright. "They asked me to go with them. I said no. Too far. Too many variables that are hard to predict, and she's not ready for them. Happy?"

Happy—no, but relief replaces the slight uncertainty in your gut since your conversation with Nereida. Joining them was shut down. You wouldn't tell her, but their idea sounds asinine, whether or not that commune exists. The trip will be risky at best, fatal at worst. You're tempted to ask him how many days he thinks they'll recoup here before continuing their journey, but opt for sleep instead. He seems done with the conversation, too, lying back down. Then, you have the best sleep you've had in years in his bed.

When the sun turns pink, you awaken to a room void of Ghost. He's gone. It should be expected, but you'd thought he might wake you up to train like normal. Though, the past twenty-four hours haven't been normal. You look around, the details of his room more visible now. On the nightstand, there is a stack of books and you scan the titled spines. Mostly classics. One Hemingway. All tattered and read frequently. Beside them lays a silver chain attached to a dog tag. You gently finger the engraved metal so as not to move it out of place: Simon Riley.

Snooping through his things is more tempting than you're willing to admit. You slip out of bed, socked feet padding over to the dresser. There are mostly papers. His map with the marked circle around what you now realize is Switzerland, a notepad with scribbled half-cursive on it, and then a faded photo beneath it. You freeze, breath hitching, as if you've done something dangerous just by stumbling upon it. Curiosity is thick in your chest, difficult to ignore. Gentle fingers reach to shift it out, revealing a picture that you know right away is of Blue and her mom. Blue is a baby. Maybe one year old. A woman with light brown hair holds her up, sitting on a bench in front of a playground. She's pretty and young. There is a sadness when you wonder if this is the only picture he has of them—before her death. Then, there is another feeling. You swallow it.

You quickly slip the photo back just the way you found it and leave the room. The living room is quiet, people still sleeping. Price and Kyle's blankets are empty, but Kyle is the only one you spot outside. He sits on a tree stump, using a knife and some soap to shave his beard. He looks at you the moment you step outside.

"Good morning." He splashes a scoop of water on his smoothed jaw.

You tuck your hands in your pockets. "Morning."

Without the facial hair, he looks even younger. Maybe in his early thirties. He pushes to his feet and you are reminded of his above-average height, though he is not as monstrous as Ghost. His form is lean, all muscle, with much less ink on his exposed skin. It is now you notice a scar across his jaw. Thick but faded. It trails halfway down his neck.

"Do you know where Ghost went?" you ask.

"Working on that truck of his. With Price."

A glance over your shoulder confirms it; you spot some movement behind the cabin where you know his truck sits. Guess that means no training. You nod. "So, um, you were in the military together, right?"

He takes a moment to look at you before answering. "Yeah. Same unit. Price was our captain."

"I kind of figured. He is... captain-y."

"'Captain-y.' Good way of putting it."

You're ready to turn away when he asks, "I hate to pry, but I admit I'm curious how you ended up here with him."

You force a smile. "It's not a very interesting story, sorry."

"I'm not looking for entertainment."

"What are you looking for, then?" You sound more defensive than you mean to.

He shrugs. "Just curious, is all. You're a bit young."

"I'm not fucking him if that's what you're getting at." His brows lift to his hairline, and you're almost embarrassed for assuming that is what he was thinking, but before he can speak you add, "And you're young, too. I can handle myself just as you can."

"Of course." He shakes his head, moving his hand over his chest in earnest. "I apologize if I insinuated otherwise. Though, I am older than you."

"How old?"

"Let's see. Thirty-one last November. Or maybe it's just thirty. Hard to keep track, innit?" His smile is more genuine than yours, flashing white teeth. Then, his face turns more serious and he sighs through his nose, head tilting. "Look, I understand."

"Understand what?"

"I don't know your story, but I'm sure it is a gruesome one, and you have every right to feel uncomfortable. We'll be out of your hair soon enough. I appreciate you having us, though."

You want to tell him it's not like you have a choice; you're not the host here. But he already knows that. He's trying to be nice. "Thank you," you tell him honestly.

Kyle bends to pick up his knife, wiping it off on his shirt. "So what did you need Ghost for?"

"Oh, nothing really."

"Care to accompany me for some breakfast, then?"

You consider saying no, but you need to hunt, anyway. Besides, you don't think he'd try anything in broad daylight. In another life, you may have looked at him with a more appreciative eye. But as you wade in silence through the woods, bow cinched to your back, you study him like an opponent. He's more agile than Ghost, likely quicker. When he crests the hill, it's hard to match his strides.

Small conversation picks up by the pond and you find yourself easing up. You learn he's from London, too.

"What part?"

"Islington. I shared an apartment with my girlfriend. The rent was shit but it was worth it. Top floor loft with a good view and this insane Turkish bakery just below us." His tone is so casual you forget where you are for a second, until he suddenly throws his knife. It pins a squirrel to one of the trees. He bends to dislodge it and carries the dead animal, blood on his fingers.

You keep walking. "What happened to her?"

"I had to make a choice. Go to London and find her, or go with Price and get my nephew, niece, and sister-in-law."

The understanding hits with the force of a fallen tree, and you pale.

He notices your expression and continues. "I don't regret my decision. I've come to terms with it. There was no chance of me finding her in London, not with how quickly the infection spread there and the phone lines went out. I didn't even know where to look for her. At work? Home? Up north, things weren't as bad yet. I got in contact with my sister-in-law, Ameena, and told her to meet us at the small college up there where Nereida worked."

You recall what Nereida said, about Ari's mom and sister dying, so you don't pry about them. "What about your brother? Ari's dad?"

"He died before shit happened. He was in the military, too. Different unit. Multiple gun wounds while in Afghanistan a few years back."

"I think your story is more gruesome than mine," you admit.

His lips twitch ruefully. "Not a competition. Gruesome world, gruesome stories."

A more comfortable quiet settles. He is not so different than you, you realize. Only difference is he still has his nephew to look after.

The sun is already high, enough to make a collar of sweat appear on your shirt. There is a small dirt ridge you have to climb and the effort reminds you of the still-healing bruises on your body. A skirt of movement catches your eye and this time, you act quick. You use your bow to kill a squirrel up on a branch. It falls to the ground.

"Damn." Kyle whistles, low and long, as you wriggle the arrow free. "Hell of an aim you got."

"I'm... alright."

"No need to be modest."

You straighten and wipe your bloodied hand on your shirt. The movement lifts it, and you hear him suck in a breath behind you. A hand touches your shoulder, gentle than firm, as he spins you around. You're confused, then follow his gaze to the sliver of exposed skin on your hip. It's a gross yellow.

"Twix." His voice lowers, and his friendly eyes are confused.

Shit. "It's not whatever you're thinking."

"I'm thinking someone has put their hands on you." He frowns and shifts closer. "I know you have no reason to tell me things, but I can tell you I am not okay with that shit, no matter who it is."

You inwardly cringe. "Ghost is not... hitting me. Well, he is—"

"Fucking hell—"

"No, no. I asked him to." The bewildered look on his face makes you palm your forehead. "Not like that. Jesus. We train together, okay?"

"Train together," he repeats, shoulders loosening.

"Yeah, like to help me get stronger." The embarrassment remains on your cheeks. "It's silly, really."

Kyle shakes his head and grins, clearly amused now that he knows you're not being abused against your will. "Not silly. Thought you two were into some kinky shit for a second there." He continues walking over a patch of dryer land, stepping onto a small rock and chuffing a breath under his nose. "Wouldn't have been surprised."

Your fingers absentmindedly tighten around the squirrel's limp neck. Your feet are frozen for a moment as you shake off a deep blush, then call out behind him. "Did you miss the part where I said I'm not fucking him!"

He simply laughs.

The rest of the day passes in languid warmth.

It's weird having so many people here, but you try to continue your day like usual, skinning the kill and washing your clothes. You learn more about Nereida as you eat together. You haven't had a female friend in... a long time. Save Blue. She used to be an arts professor at a private school. Sculpting, mainly. That is how she came to meet John Price, when he attended one of her galleries, buying a piece from her for far more than the listing price. He was just looking for a way to take me out to dinner. The way she speaks of him is that of a doting wife, despite everything they've been through. She tells you they were engaged before the infection. A makeshift ceremony at their old camp was the best they could do.

"No wedding ring, but we do both have this." She pulls up her sleeve to show you a small scar carved on her shoulder—a faint letter 'J'. Price has the 'N'.

You're not sure what Ghost needed to fix on his truck that morning, or why it was important to do it with Price, but when you returned with Kyle, something felt off. Ghost's tension was palpable. He usually seems in thought, but even more-so. When Ari takes Blue for a quick ride on the horse—apparently Cherry used to be owned by his parents on their family ranch in Newcastle—he watches for only a minute before disappearing somewhere with Price. You pretend to need something from the cabin. You sneak around the back way, finding them again by his truck, muttering in low voices. Only pieces reach your ears.

"...through the rural parts. Not a straight path..."

"...could take months..."

"Got quite a bit of those."

Then, he's showing Price something under the tuck bed's tarp where you catch sight of that kayak once again.

"Find it?"

A low voice in your ear. You startle and turn around.

"Huh?"

Kyle raises a brow. "You said you needed something."

Your hand flattens against the side of the cabin. "Right. Um, I just—"

Boots scuffle behind you. You don't need to turn to know Ghost and Price have detected your presence, making their way over. Kyle's gaze flicks to them and you feel like a child who's been caught by her parents—embarrassment laced over your irritation. You wouldn't have been eavesdropping if they weren't so secretive.

"Everything alright?" Price's timbre is calm. Your neck prickles where you feel Ghost's stare.

You find yourself nodding. "Yes. Just fine. Sorry."

It gets cooler by nightfall. Your knee bounces slightly under the table during dinner. You listen to Blue explain the rules of battleship to Ari. You don't eat much more of the meat you caught with Kyle. With a mostly empty stomach, you enter Ghost's room after everyone else has gone to bed. His broad form hovers over his dresser. For a moment, you fear he's somehow noticed that you looked at his things earlier. But then you realize his eyes are glued to the map, and he's penciling some things on the margins.

He looks up when you close the door behind you. His brows are deeply knotted.

"Figured you would be sleeping out there for tonight."

"What?"

"Seems like you feel just fine around them now."

He looks away from you as if you're not even there. He places the map down and opens the top drawer. Without warning, he pulls out a clean shirt and changes, revealing his bare chest. His shoulders flex as he slips it over his head by the collar. Then, he moves toward you, eyes dully expectant.

"Being asleep near them is different than hanging out during the day," you finally respond. Mouth feeling dry, you swallow. "What's going on? I can tell that you... you've been thinking about something."

"You mean you've been listening." His brow lifts. He shakes his head before you can defend yourself. "I am always thinking about something."

"Would it kill you to not be cryptic for once? I thought that we were..."

"That we were what?"

"Being honest with each other now."

A dark, slightly amused breath leaves his nose. He contemplates your words for a moment. "It is my plan to go there," he then says. "I'm not stupid. I know she needs more than what I can offer her here. It has always been my plan. Just not now."

"Because she's not ready," you breathe.

"Because she's not ready," he repeats, chin tilting. His eyes darken, veering to the left. "Price seems to disagree."

Your nails curl in your palms. "And?"

He looks back at you. "And I am thinking of your camp. What happened to you. I can't grow complacent."

The mention unsettles your stomach. Of course, he needn't elaborate, not when the memory is more fresh than you'd like. "But going to Switzerland would take days, weeks. And they have no idea what they might run into out there. It's not like we have inside info on the state of France and—and wherever the hell else we'd have to cross through to get there. They could be worse than London."

"I'm aware."

"So what, then? You're considering it now? I thought you told them no," your hushed voice edges a bit harsher, and the pulse in your neck quickens.

You hate what you think he's saying, even if you understand it. He has his daughter's future to think of. Even if he were to try finding some safe community when she's older, the opportunity of traveling with two other military-experienced men would be gone, along with whatever weapons and supplies they bring to the table.

The contemplation is vivid in his eyes as you study them. Ghost's head lowers, dipping down at the same time that he emits a harsh breath, and you realize how close the two of you have become in this quiet exchange, keeping your voices safe from any awakened ears. So close, in fact, that his exhalation hits the space between your neck and collarbones, where a small patch of skin tingles with alertness.

His voice emerges low and thoughtful after a drawn moment. "I haven't fully decided."

You nod with deep breath to steady yourself, taking in his answer. "Will you tell me when you do?"

"I can do that."

And that's all he offers—four words that give a minuscule amount of comfort, because now bitter uncertainty has snuck upon you once again. Your fate lays in his decision. You can't survive on your own, not even here, so if he leaves you have to go with him. The impending doom fogs your brain. You fail to notice his hand has moved, pinching the hem of your shirt between thumb and forefinger, and beginning to carefully lift it up. A breath hitches at the top of your throat and your eyes unfurl, only to find that he is pensively looking down at your exposed stomach.

"What the fuck are you—"

You're cut off when his bent knuckles gently brush over your mottled abdomen, sweeping down the sore midline, leaving you frozen. It's a thoughtful, slow touch—calloused skin against smooth softness. His thumb traces a particularly bad one by your hip, causing your muscles to flutter as a pleasant heat blossoms. For the second time today, your bruises are under scrutiny, and you curse yourself for not applying more of that paste on them.

"They're healing well," he murmurs, more to himself than to you, and lowers the shirt back down. He steps back. Eyes find yours. "Don't get too comfortable."

You blink dazedly, then stiffen. "Um, what?"

"Sleeping in my bed. My room isn't a hotel."

The change of topic gives you whiplash. "You're the one who made me sleep here," you remind him pointedly. "I'll just take the floor tonight, and you have the bed."

"You're a woman. Take it."

"As if you give a fuck about being a gentleman."

"You're right, I don't." A dismissive shoulder shrugs, then his back turns to you. He lays in the bed before you have the chance to even move, which leaves the blanket on the floor for you.

You should've just accepted the bed.

Once the room is shrouded in darkness, you bury your head in the pillow.

"Comfortable?" he says sarcastically above you.

"Fuck off."

Then it's silent. You don't sleep nearly as well.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #cod #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #zombie apocolypse au

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verstappensrealwife · 5 months ago

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Silver Springs - Ex!Oscar Piastri x Singer!Reader

[oscar piastri masterlist / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... oscar goes to his ex girlfriends concert after cheating on her.

ʚɞ angst -> fluff? ending. ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 900 words + SMAU

ʚɞ warnings: NOT an oscar ending, cheating, oscar's sisters are made to be much younger (like under 10). lana del rey faceclaim.

ʚɞ poll at end of fic to decide who she dates next!

(PART TWO HERE)

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When you and Oscar split up, it wasn’t amicable like he told the media. He broke up with you, and you were distraught. Going black out on social media for months before announcing a new single. It wasn’t long before writing the song that you found out the reason it all really ended. He had said, “Mclaren says no more distractions,” You soon found out that just meant “No more you.”

This revelation came a few weeks later when he was seen posted up with a girl. The timelines of your relationships overlapping. Distraught was now the understatement of the year.

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The release of the single marked a turning point in your narrative. The song, dripping with raw emotion, resonated deeply with listeners. The lyrics were painfully direct, a window into your heartbreak and the betrayal that followed. Fans dissected every line, piecing together the story and speculating about who it was written for.

The album followed, a cohesive story of love lost and the journey back to self. While some songs still bore the weight of your pain, others hinted at healing, even defiance. Critics hailed it as your most vulnerable and mature work yet. Headlines shifted from speculations about your personal life to accolades about your artistry.

Meanwhile, Oscar stayed silent, perhaps believing the storm would pass. But the scrutiny on him intensified, especially as the timelines between his relationships were publicly examined. The girl he was seen with became a topic of conversation too, though you never once mentioned her. Your silence in interviews about him spoke volumes; you let the music say it all.

As the months passed, you began to flourish in ways that no longer revolved around heartbreak.

By the time the album tour rolled around, you had fully embraced your own narrative. On stage, in sold-out venues, you exude confidence. The heartbreak that once defined your every move was now just one chapter in a bigger story—a story of resilience, transformation, and unapologetic self-love.

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Oscar’s sisters sat on either side of him, laughing and chatting as they waited for the next song, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on stage. To them, this was just another concert—a chance to see one of the biggest stars of the moment, someone they might have even admired from afar before all of this. They didn’t notice the way your gaze had frozen the moment you spotted him in the crowd. They didn’t feel the heat rising as you stared him down, the room suddenly smaller, suffocating.

The intro to Silver Springs started, and the audience quieted, the opening chords rippling through the venue like an unspoken promise of something extraordinary. As the spotlight shifted back to you, the weight of the moment settled. You gripped the mic tighter, your knuckles white, your shoulders tense. You knew the song would hurt to sing. What you didn’t expect was how much it would hurt him.

You began softly, your voice trembling with emotion

"You could be my silver springs...

Blue-green colors flashing..."

Your eyes found him immediately. The spotlight didn’t extend to his seat, but you didn’t need it. You could feel him, your gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade. For a moment, he looked back at you, then quickly away, shifting uncomfortably. His sisters kept chatting, oblivious, swaying gently to the melody.

But as the song built, so did your intensity.

"Time cast a spell on you,

But you won't forget me..."

You leaned into the words, your voice growing sharper, angrier, the crackling edge of your heartbreak evident in every syllable. You didn’t just sing the song—you lived it, every word a pointed accusation. Oscar shifted again, staring at the stage now, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable but tense. His sisters seemed utterly at ease, clapping politely during an instrumental break, their chatter not stopping for a moment.

And then the line came:

"I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you..."

You let the words hang in the air, staring directly at him. The audience roared, swept up in the passion of your performance, but you didn’t even register them. This was personal, a message delivered with precision and fury.

Oscar’s sisters finally caught on to the awkward tension between you and him, but they only exchanged confused looks, still clueless as to the weight of what was happening. They turned to him, whispering something, but he didn’t respond. He just sat there, staring at you with a mixture of regret and defiance.

As the song reached its emotional crescendo, you pushed through to the final verse, your voice soaring. By the time the last note faded into silence, you stood there, staring into the dark where he sat, breathing hard, your heart pounding.

The audience erupted into applause, breaking the moment. You straightened, taking a deep breath and allowing a small, almost imperceptible smile to cross your face. You turned and walked offstage for a brief interlude, leaving him there, knowing he’d felt every word.

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I hope this was good 🫣 I’ve not done an SMAU before

-- part 2 (MAX)

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woso-dreamzzz · 7 months ago

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Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Child!Reader

Summary: You're hurt and scared

Your head throbs as you wake up, the pitter-patter of rain falling on your skin.

The rain is cold but your tears are hot, scorching your skin as they roll down your cheeks.

The butterfly you were chasing is missing, flown away to hide from the spring storm that you now find yourself trapped in.

You don't know how long it has been raining but you're soaked to the bone and shivering.

Two Jordans whine at you, both blurry around the edges as you sit up.

There is a sharp rock where your head was, blood being washed away as the rain gets heavier.

The Jordans whine at you again and you reach out for one of them but your hand passes right through.

"Jordi?" You ask as the second Jordan nudges you with his snout," I'm tired. Where's...Where's Mama and Mummy?"

Your eyes slip closed for a moment. It's easy to nod off even though you're very cold and your head feels icky.

Jordan barks and you jolt awake again, head throbbing.

Hot blood runs from your forehead down your face as your gaze goes blurry again, Jordan just a weird dog shaped blur.

You want Mama and Mummy. You don't know where they are.

The rain turns to snow quickly and the temperature plummets, your clothes freezing on your body.

Your breath comes out in a puff in front of you.

Jordan barks again, lightly nudging you under a little ledge. It does little to stop the cold but it keeps you out of the snow that clings and melts in your hair.

Jordan is warm against you and you shiver, little hands burying themselves into his fur.

"Mama an' Mummy," You say through cracked lips," Jordi...Where Mama an' Mummy?"

You don't remember much, not really.

You were playing in the forest with Frida earlier and she let you run ahead with Jordan a little bit, as long as you stayed in sight at all times.

There was a fork in the path. Usually, you swing right but Jordan got distracted by a butterfly and went left.

You followed after him, distracted by the butterfly too.

You'd tripped on something. You're not sure what it was, maybe an upturned root or tree branch. You'd tripped though and went tumbling down into the ditch.

You must have hit your head on that rock because your head is all sticky with blood.

"J-Jordi," You say, shivering," 'm cold. Mummy an' Mama be here soon?"

Jordan doesn't answer you, patting his front paws on the ground as you lean more heavily into him.

"'m tired too," You say," Havin' a little nap."

Your fingertips are freezing. You can barely move them as they go from their usual colour to a little purple. Your lips are the same colour but you can't see them.

"Jus' a little nap. A little one, Jordi."

Your eyes slip closed again as you lean your head against Jordan's body.

He whines a little, shifting around before he's curled fully around you.

Jordan's nice and warm like your blankets at home, when you're wedged between Mama and Mummy in front of the fire with a little mug of hot chocolate that Mummy makes special for you with whipped cream, chocolate shavings and marshmallows.

You don't know how long you nap for or even if you nap at all.

It's like one long blink as Jordan shifts away from you, barking and snarling.

You've never heard Jordan snarl before so you try to wrench your eyes open. It's hard going though, frozen shut by all your tears, but eventually, you get them open.

There's another dog shaped blur in front of Jordan, lying down on the ground nonplussed.

There's a human shape too and you puff out a big breath.

"Mama?"

"No, sweetie," The blob says," I'm not your Mama. But I'm here to take you to her. Can you come a bit closer?"

You try to get closer but you don't have much strength to get to your feet, all shaky and weak.

Jordan whines when you fall over and snaps as the strange woman comes closer.

"Easy," She says to your dog," I'm here to help her. That's a nasty cut you've got there. Can you tell me how it happened?"

"I...I hurted myself when I fell. Big ouchie."

"Yeah, it is. I've got a little bandage here, can I put it on you?"

"Bandage? Like-Like a plaster?"

"Like a big plaster."

You lean forward and the woman gently presses the gauze over your bleeding head.

"And what about your eyesight? Can you see me properly?"

"Like-Like a blob," You answer," Saw two Jordi's earlier but now only one."

"Okay, sweetheart, thanks for telling me." She reaches for her radio. "I've got her here. Skipper tracked her and her dog down. I've got a serious head wound and a likely grade three concussion. Complaints of blurry vision. Likely loss of consciousness. Difficulties with balance and speech. I've got early symptoms of hypothermia but it seemed her dog helped stave the worst of that off."

You reach out for Jordan again, who presses into your body.

"Got it, boss. Bringing her in now."

The woman reaches for you and you go willingly.

She'll take you to Mama and Mummy.

Jordan pads after you, still wary.

Emma sits at the entrance of the forest next to the ambulance. Frida sobs at her side, both of them wrapped in a blanket as they wait.

They know the paramedic has found you now, her and her dog Skipper have tracked you and Jordan down but it doesn't quell Emma's worry for you.

Not until the high-vis jacket pokes out from the forest and the search and rescue team swarm.

A blanket is wrapped around you tightly and the gauze is gently pulled away from your face to see the extent of the injury.

"Squish?" Frida calls, trying to fight through the crowd," Is she okay? Will she be alright?"

You're loaded into the ambulance, awake and talking as Emma and Frida crowd around you.

"Mama. Mummy," You say," Found me."

"Yeah," Emma says, blinking away tears," Of course we found you, squish."

You shiver. "Stayed put like you told me if I got lost. Stayed with Jordi."

Emma glances down at her feet. Jordan's covered in snow, streaks of blood drying on his fur.

"Jordi, good boy."

"The best boy."

Frida takes Emma's place talking to you, cupping your cheek as Emma reaches down for Jordan.

"You're such a good boy, Jordi," She tells him," For looking after her. The best big brother in the world."

"He almost attacked Skipper for trying to get to her," The search and rescue paramedic that found you says," He was very worried on the walk back. You've got a good one there. Both of them. She didn't run off. She stayed exactly where she fell."

"Thank you, for finding her."

"It's my job. We've got a hospital nearby that will take care of you all. They'll take her for a scan, sew up her head and put her on concussion watch. She'll be fine."

Emma can't help but repeat it again. "Thank you."

"Go," The woman says," Be with your kid."

You won't remember much of this experience. You'll never really remember the fall or the crack of your skull against the rock. You'll never really remember the nearly three hours you spent missing, huddled under the ledge with Jordan, who was desperately trying to keep you awake as your breathing got shallower and shallower and your got colder and colder.

You'll never remember the trip to the hospital but you will remember the paramedic that found you and her dog Skipper.

You will always remember her high-vis jacket and her body against yours as she carried you out of the forest back to your mothers.

You will always carry that memory with you, even when you're out in your own high-vis jacket with your own tracking dog and your own emergency medicine kit.

#woso x reader #emma lennartsson x reader #emma lennartsson #frida maanum x reader #frida maanum #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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maddamoiselle · 1 month ago

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Burning Hearts

Pairing: SeaGod!Rafayel x NonMC!Reader

Summary: Lemurian lives for love, and as a lemurian yourself, you can't imagine a world without love. But maybe the Sea God can teach you more about it...

Words:4,503

Author's nonsence: I hope you will enjoy today’s chapter, it was fun to write even so I feel like something is missing…

<- Chapter II

You were going to kill him.

After being rescued by Rafayel, the merman visited you once in the infirmary before vanishing. You had to stay in bed for two days, which you thought was stupid. You felt better after your parents patched your tail. You were more shaken than in pain, but everyone made sure you would stay in bed.

Claire and Cain helped you through boredom. They would tell you any gossip that was happening, mostly about new mated pairs. Spring was coming, and so everyone was starting to court, or even mate. You asked your friend if they were interested in anyone yet.

Cain blushed furiously, stuttering while Claire just shook her head. She wasn’t interested in anyone for now. Of course, as soon as they answered, they looked at you with curious eyes.

”And you, missy. Anyone you want to court?”

You rolled your eyes at them with a soft smile. As if they didn't know. Of course, the only one you wanted as your life partner was Rafayel. But… Well, he was the God of the Sea, you didn’t know if he could be courted by … merpeople..? Could he be mated with someone ?

After a while,when your friends left, your brother entered your room. He brought you some sea fruits that made you moan in bliss when you ate it. He sat on a chair in front of you, shooing the fishes that were swimming in your room.

“ Now that you are alone, care to explain. Why did you listen to the female human?”

The light was coming from your windows, lightening up your brother’s face. He was always stoic, never showing his emotions unless it was through little gestures.

But right now, you could see the anger in his eyes. His hands were grasping his clothes, trying to control the turmoil of emotion he was feeling.

You didn’t feel like telling him you thought you went to the surface because the human told you that there were medicinal herbs that could help your brother with his illness. You didn’t want him to feel bad… but he always knew when you were lying.

So you told him what happened.

He listened carefully, never stopping your monologue. He nodded to show you he was listening until you stopped and stared at him, waiting for his reaction. He sighed before taking your hand in his, squeezing it slightly.

”I see…”

You both stayed in a comfortable silence as he tapped his finger against your palm, which made you smile. You could almost hear his mind thinking at every supposition about the human’s real attention. After a minute, he sighed before sitting next to you, on your bed.

”Rafayel is always hanging with the female human.”

Fishes seemed to be the only living beings moving after your brother dropped this information. He was staring at you, not moving a muscle, waiting for your reaction while you were frozen.

You were feeling too much at once.

You knew Rafayel had to stay with the human. He needed her heart for the ceremony. He needed her to become his most devoted follower. So was what the Tome of the sea God said.

But… It hurted more than expected.

You would at least think Rafayel would come to see you… Why would he stay with the person that invented you to go straight into a trap? Was it even a trap? Maybe the human didn’t know? Or did she know ?

You shook your head, Rafayel didn’t know she was the one who made you go there. Maybe he was just being thoughtful, making sure you were better before coming to see you?

“I see.”

You nodded with a small smile. You tapped your brother’s forehead, chuckling when you saw him winced at the touch.

“Are you okay about it? I’m not really interested in all the God Sea’s stuff… But what if the Sea God can belong to someone… Or maybe he will belong to his most loyal follower...”

You closed your eyes, trying to keep your emotions hidden, giving your brother a big smile. Those thoughts were always swirling into your mind, making you afraid of the answers. What if Rafayel had been bound to someone since his birth. He was a God… Maybe he already had a soulmate…?

”It’s okay….”

After that conversation with your brother, you were finally free from your forced recovery. You went to find Rafayel as quickly as possible, wondering if he would spend time with you now that you were officially healed from your wounds.

But it seemed like your brother was right.

Rafayel was always with the human girl. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but they were always talking. The human was looking at your god with sparkling eyes, while his face seemed to stay neutral or wearing an amused smirk.

What was happening?

You swallowed the bile in your throat, swimming toward them with what you hoped was a welcoming smile. You noticed Rafayel’s eyes widening with a soft glint before returning to his neutral and cold expression.

”We were just going to the surface for a while.” Rafayel said, looking at the human girl once more. You wanted to grab his face so he would look at you.

Look at me.

”Oh really, can I come?” You asked, trying to keep the shaking from your voice unnoticed. The human looked at you with a soft smile, nodding, but Rafayel made her turn around, her back facing you.

” No, you should stay here.” He said, still looking at the human. “You were injured, you need to rest.”

Look at me…

”I’m feeling way better now!” You beamed, twirling on your injured leg, showing how you didn’t feel any pain. Your leg was painless… but your heart… Your heart was screaming for him to look at you, to notice you.

” No need for further discussion, you won’t be coming.” He said, already starting to walk away with her.

” Look at me !” You shouted, your voice echoed in the corridor, the fishes swimming away from the strength in your voice. They both turned around and looked at you. The human seemed worried while Rafayel seemed shocked by your outburst.

Your body was shaking. What was happening? Why was Rafayel ignoring you this way when he killed three humans because they hurt you? He said such sweet words… What was he thinking ?

You noticed a flash of longing and pain in his eyes before he closed them. Once he opened, he was back to his cold self. He was trying to push you away…Why?

”Stay here.”

You watched as both left, the human trying to look at you, but Rafayel forced her to look straight ahead. You bit your lips so hard you felt blood coming from it. Some fishes moved around you, trying to nuzzle against you, trying to comfort you… But right now, all you felt was too overwhelming.

You walked toward the lower city, your face a perfect mask of calm. Some lemurian asked about you if your injury was still hurting, if you were feeling better.

You gave them your best smile, reassuring that you were okay.

You just wanted to run away for a while.

After almost an hour, you managed to finally leave the city. You were sitting on a bolder, staring toward the surface.

Now that it was quiet, it was time to think.

Was the human a danger?

That's what you needed to think about. You shouldn’t think about Rafayel leaving you for her, you shouldn’t think about his eyes falling on her and not you, you shouldn’t think about how his hands could be touching her skin and not yours, you shouldn’t think about how…

You loved him more than life.

”Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

You turned your eyes toward the merman who looked at you from below, visibly confused. You smiled at him, tilting your head on the side, trying to look cheerful.

“I’m not crying?”

”Those pearls seem to say the opposite.”

You touched your cheek, freezing when you felt peals rolling against your skin. Your lips wobbled as you opened your mouth, ready to find any excuses. Anything to make the lemurian stop looking at you with worried eyes.

The man swam toward you, sitting while making sure not to make his basket full of sea flower fall. He gave you a beaming smile while giving you a flower.

”Here, this one's for you.”

And just like that, you broke down.

Your head fell in your hands as you sobbed, wailing in pain while the poor man didn’t know what to do. You were shaking, pearls were falling on the seafloor, and your sobs were making it impossible for you to breathe.

The man awkwardly gave you a hug, stroking your back while you clung to him. You were so consumed by your emotions, mostly the love you felt for Rafayel that you needed to hang on to something.

You couldn’t hear the man’s comforting words. You were drowning into your pain until you felt something against your legs. It was tapping you in a rhythmic beat, making you able to finally calm yourself.

You looked down and saw a fish tapping your legs with his little tail. You stroke his scales, making it swim toward your face and pecking your face. You giggled a bit as the man let you go, still with a worried expression.

” Do you want to talk about it..?”

You shook your head, trying to look presentable. You turned your face toward the man, your eyes falling toward the basket full of flowers. He followed your gaze before smiling, a smile as drizzling as the sun.

”Hehe, aren’t they pretty? I’m going to give them to the person I want to court.”

You smiled a bit, feeling your heart squeezing itself. He seemed so happy to court the one he loved… While you…

You slapped yourself, making the man gasp. You chuckled. Were you going crazy? You turned your head toward the poor, confused merman, smiling a tiny bit more than when he first saw you.

”Really? Who is it for?”

The man tilted his head while staring at you. Maybe he was trying to see if you weren’t a madwoman? You smiled at him, waiting patiently before he leaned toward you and whispered in your ear.

”It’s for Thomas.”

You froze. Thomas..? As Thomas, your brother?

You stared at the blushing merman before bursting into laughter. Your body was shaking so much you fell from the boulder, your body falling on the seafloor, sand moving around you as your back hit the ground.

Your brother wasn’t looking for love. He had other things he wanted to do first before looking for his fated mate.

It was funny that, while you were the romantic sibling, the man you were after was with another girl; and your brother who wasn’t looking for anyone had a beautiful lemurian who had collected flowers to give it to him.

The lemurian peeked over the boulder, watching you laughing heretically. He swam toward you, an amused and worried smile on his lips.

“Are you okay..?”

”S-Sorry, sorry… It’s just that Thomas is my older brother. I didn’t expect his name to come out of your mouth.”

The man blushed furiously, which made your laugh. He was cute, He would look good with your cold brother. You sat up and spent the rest of the afternoon with him. You learned his name was Arhtur. He was a student apothecary and had the biggest crush on your brother forever.

Arthur hairstyled your hair, braiding them with flowers you both found near your space. He asked about your voice, asking if it truly was blessed by the Sea God. you shrugged, saying you didn’t really know…

Once you both went back home, you bumped into Rafayel, the human still at his side. You lowered your face. You didn’t want him to see your puffy eyes. But before you were able to walk past him, his fingers found your chin and lifted your face to him, his eyes glowing with concern and anger.

”Why did you cry?”

You closed your eyes. How could his touch feel so good on your skin? You wanted to go inside his arms, your safe place…You heard him gasp as his finger slid against your lips. You pressed your lips against his finger, so gently he could almost have missed it.

You sighed in bliss as his other hand cupped your cheek, his face leaning toward yours. You opened your eyes, staring at the depth of his stare, so many things you could see.

Longing, fear, anger, desperations … was it lust? Love? both?

You tilted your face toward him, a silent invitation.

His eyes started to close as he approached his lips toward yours. As you closed your eyes and felt his breath against your lips, the spell was broken when the human called for Rafayel.

He gasped before pushing himself off from you.

Anger and fear were back in his eyes before it turned cold again. you had your answer now, Rafayel wasn’t ignoring you. He was not avoiding you. He was hiding something from you.

He turned his eyes toward Arthur, his stare falling to the basket full of flowers and then your braided hair. He grimaced before wearing a mocking smile.

”Is it you trying to court The Sea God’s Voice?” He asked, making Arthur stutter. “ With flowers?”

Rafayel only used your title when he wanted to make other people aware that, from his point of view, you weren’t their equal. You rolled Your eyes, ready to intervîntes before Arthur spoke.

”It' better than making false promises, right, Sea God?”

…

”Oh, really? Careful,I don’t make empty threats.”

You stared at Arthur with wide eyes while Rafayel glared at him, his eyes burning with anger. You quickly said goodbye before tugging Arthur away, whispering urgently.

” What is wrong with you?"

”I don’t know! I kind of understood you were crying because of him! But you were both going to kiss a few minutes ago!”

You observed Arthur before bursting out laughing. The poor man was shaking in his boots. No one really talked back to Rafayel. He was too intimidating. You shook your head, giggling before giving him a slap on the back.

”If you can talk back to Rafayel, I think you can ask my brother for a date.”

For the next few days, you hung out with Arthur, trying to see if your brother would be interested in the man. It was funny seeing him run toward him because your brother said hi to him, or nodded at him.

You were walking in the corridor, singing a song you had written. You didn’t remember the last time you sang for yourself.

You twirled as your voice started to get louder before you crashed on the floor. You looked up and noticed the human girl was also on the floor, rubbing her lower back. Once she saw you, she quickly stood up and helped you get up. You looked around, surprised that Rafayel wasn’t with her.

”I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was walking.”

You nodded, ready to leave before she trapped your wrist. You raised an eyebrow while she blushed before stuttering words that you couldn’t understand. But you waited patiently for her to be able to voice out loud her thoughts.

”I never wanted you to be injured…”

You looked at her, confused before you understood she was talking about the time you had been hunted by humans. You shook your head, telling her you were okay and it was a mistake.

“ I don’t know why Rafayel doesn’t want me to stay with you but… Could we chat a bit?”

You nodded, taking her wrist before swimming toward the surface. You needed to be alone with her, and you were sure Rafayel would come if he saw you with her.

Once you reach the surface, you swam toward the shore. She sat on the sand while you laid on your belly, your tail moving against the waves. You felt a shiver in your body when you noticed how she was looking at your body.

”I’m sorry it’s just… You’re so big…”

You stared at her, your mouth opened, not sure how to take it. She blushed before looking away.

It was true that in your lemurian form, you were way bigger than her. If you laid on her, she wouldn’t be able to push you off… But there were other ways of saying it, no?

”So, what did you want to talk about?”

She looked at the sky before asking about you, your life. She seemed really interested, and you fell into a comfortable conversation with her.

She used to be a sacrifice for the Sea God, that you knew, but over the few months she was in Lemuria, she looked like she grew some backbones.

She told you how she and Rayafel went to a festival near the Temple and that Rafayel then pushed her off a cliff.

” Why don’t you use your legs outside the water? We could go for a walk?”

You pinched your lips, looking at the side.

“ I don’t know why… But I don’t know how to walk outside the water. It’s painful for me..”

She looked at you with a saddened expression, her eyes falling on your tail. She scooted closer, a happy smile as she whispered.

”You know, I was wondering… Sometimes your scales change colour… Why is that?”

You blushed before explaining while laying on the sand. Your scales could look more vivid during mating season because it would lure a mate… You blushed furiously. If that human noticed, how many lemurian saw your scales changing while Rafayel was near you?

”It’s pretty.” She said, “ They only change when Rafayel is around..”

You gave her an embarrassed smile that made her laugh. She kicked her legs in the sand, making you look as the waves kissed her feet.

“I’m going to go back, are you coming?”

You shook your head, telling her you prefer sunbathing a little more. Once she left for Lemuria, you made your tail disappear and looked at your two legs. You tried to stand on your trembling limbs, trying to take a step, then another one before falling on the sand.

You groaned. How pathetic could you be.

You moved the long clothes that reached your feet. You stared at your legs before trying again. You wanted to be able to walk on land … with Rafayel.

You stood up once more, trying to find balance.

”What are you doing..?”

You screamed before falling on the sand. You turned your eyes toward Rafayel, who was looking at you with a soft, amused smile. You scoffed at him before standing one more time.

Rafayel laid on the sand, the waves washing over his tail. His cheek was against his fist as he watched you trying to stand by yourself over and over. He truly seemed like he was enjoying the show.

”Shouldn’t you be with your most loyal follower?”

You turned your face toward him, panting because of all the effort you had to do just to stay standing. You were sweating so bad, you felt gross..

Rafayel’s eyes never left you, following every movement you were doing. He crawled toward you before grabbing your ankle and tugging you on the sand, making you fall. He then crawled on top of you, his muscular forearms trapping your head, making him the only thing you could see.

You frowned. If he thought you were going to forgive him for his absence and coldness since you were attacked, he was oh so wrong. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to see his eyes.

“ Why were you with the human?”

Your head snapped back at him, anger flowing from you. Why was he still talking about her? You tried to push him off, but he settled his heavy tail between your legs, his eyes focused on you as your body trembled with anger and...need.

Fuck, you couldn’t stay mad when he was so heavy against you…

He dived to your neck, giving open kisses on your skin while his hand grabbed your hips. You tilted your head back, feeling lightheaded.

” w-why… Are you jealous that she enjoys my company more than yours?” You asked breathlessly. You smirked when you heard him groan before moaning wHe he thrust his tail between your legs.

” Why would I be jealous of her?” He asked, his lips brushing your skin, moving from your neck to the beginning of your breasts. “ I think my enemy right now is Arthur…”

You tugged at his hair, unaware that your hips were rocking instinctively against him. You felt feverish…

“ A-Arthur..?” You sighed before arching your back when you felt Rafayel bit on your colabornes.

”Don’t say his name.”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, your head tilted back as he kept worshipping your skin, biting,sucking, licking it. You could hear him moan in bliss as he tasted you again and again..

” R-Rafayel… Why are you avoiding me…”

Rafayel gave one last kiss on your shoulder before moving toward your face. He looked like he was starving but was holding himself… He seemed scared..

You stroked his cheek, worried.

“ Would you…Would you still accept me, no matter what I become?”

You stared at him as he took his human form. You sat up as he kneeled in front of you, keeping your hand on his cheek. You put your other hand on the other side of his face, bringing his lips toward yours.

”I’ll always accept you. No matter what.”

Rafayel groaned before kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe. Your hands went from his cheeks to his hair, pulling him closer to you. You felt like you were drowning in his touches, his kisses..

He pulled you on his laps, his hands on your waist, pushing you against each other like you could be merging in any seconds. Both of you were so lost in your kisses that you didn’t notice how your bodies were grinding against each other.

You whipped when you felt something hard, rock against your humid slit. You tried to look down, but Rafayel captured your lips once again, rutting against you in a desperate manner that made you lose focus.

Your breathing was getting heavier, your hands braver as you began to touch his body, making sure he was here with you.

”Rafayel..”

”I’m here… I’m here..” He gasped against your lips. He kissed you one last time before pushing his head against your breasts.

You were panting, trying to comprehend what just happened. You closed your eyes as you stroked his hair…

”I’ll tell you…”

”Hum?”

”I’ll tell you why I was avoiding you.” He said, looking up to you with eyes full of devotion. “ When I realized you’ve been hurt by the humans, I found out it was because the human female told you to go there.” He waited for you to nod before continuing.

“ I didn’t want you to be close to her, I needed to know if she was a spy. I needed to be safe… She didn’t deserve to be blessed with your presence… I wanted her to become my follower as quickly as possible so I could take her heart out…and give it to you…I didn’t want you to see me as a heartless person..” He whispered, staring at your eyes, afraid of seeing judgment or worse; fear.

Your eyes widened, a shiver going from your spine to your lower belly. You licked your lips nervously, trying to keep focus on the discussion.

” W-why..? It was an accident..”

” Are you doing it on purpose..?” Rafayel sighed with a fond smile before taking your hand in his and kissing it. “ Dearest, may I ask you a question?”

You nodded, stroking his cheek with your free hand. Was Rafayel afraid you would see him as a cruel and heartless God because he was ready to kill for you..? If that was the case, you would have to reassure him..

You would kill for him too.

How many times did you have to force yourself to be rational when he was with the human girl. Too many times…

”Would you become my bride?”

…

Heh..?

You looked at Rafayel, speechless.

”Would you become my mate..? My one and only, my beloved bride… I held myself for so long because the elder was saying I needed to do a lot of things to be strong enough to protect Lemuria… But I know I am now, I can protect you.”

”R-Rafayel… But, I’m… You’re the Sea God… You..”

”My heart belongs to you. Since you appeared in my life, every time my heart beat, it was for you. Ask me, and I shall give it to you right now.” He cupped your face, staring in your teary eyes. “ This heart of mine is meaningless if you aren’t here. I burn for you… and sometimes I’m scared my fire will hurt you.”

You clapped your hand on your mouth, trying to stifle a sob. Were you dreaming? You must be.

And yet, feeling Rafayel wiped your tears That turned to pearls, while whispering how much you meant for him, you started to realize how real all of this was.

You nuzzled against his palm, giving him the most beautiful smile he ever saw as you answered him.

”Rafayel, I’ve always been yours. Your love, your fire, would never hurt me. I crave it so much… I love you.”

You chuckled, watching Rafayel’s face turn pink, his eyes never leaving your face. You sniffed,trying to look presentable again. Gosh, you must look like a mess..

You sighed as Rafayel’s forehead hit playfully yours. You both lost yourself in each other's gazes.

Rafayel slowly lifted his hand toward your chest. You could see the silent question in his eyes before you nodded.

You felt his fire going into your body. The burn was not painful, just a warmth that enveloped you, making you feel so loved you wondered if you would cry again. You watched as Rafayel took his blade and cut slightly your skin, making blood drip for the wound.

He then gave you his blade, which you grabbed before cutting his slight on his torso. You felt him groan before he kissed you breathless as power swirled around you. You clung to him, afraid of letting go even for a second.

”It’s okay… I’m here..”

You opened your eyes when you heard him. But your gaze was drawn by the shining red symbols on his chest, the same one who was currently glowing on your breast. You looked up at him with rosy cheeks. You could feel his fire in your heart now... The same fire that was inside him. Your heart that was burning for him just like his was burning for you.

Two burning hearts.

Rafayel was blushing, looking away before kissing your hand one more time with a fond smile.

”My beloved bride…”

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lovelylittlegrim · 3 months ago

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This Give and Take

Steddie | Pre-Season 3 | letterman jacket | alt meeting | 2k words

Part 1 | Part 2 |

December 9th, 1984

It’s just starting to snow, heavy white flakes drifting down and catching in Eddie’s tangled curls, in his lashes. He sniffles hard, face numb with the cold. He tries to warm his hands by blowing into them, rubbing the moist warmth into his fingers before stuffing them back into the chilled pockets of his jacket.

He’s not dressed for this kind of weather, not dressed for December at all except the heavy boots and the layered jacket and vest combo. It does little to keep the cold from seeping into his skin. He hadn’t been prepared to be stranded in the middle of the night, somewhere between Hawkins and bumfuck nowhere. He’s dressed for the gay bar he just left In Indy, dressed for the press of hot bodies against his own as lights strobe overhead as liquor soaked breath ghosts along his neck.

“Christ.” His teeth chatter around the word, making it longer and warped.

He’s going to freeze to death out here all because he’s gay. Jeff is going to talk so much shit to Eddie’s headstone when they plop him in the ground after finding his body in the thawed out spring. Eddie will never know a moment of peace.

He stops walking, glancing behind him to peer through the thicker flurries beginning to rain down and wonders if it’s better to just turn back to the van. He thought he could make it to the trailer on foot, but the ground is slippery now and the snow is falling thicker than before.

He curses loudly, voice lost to the wind as he hunches down and tries to preserve warmth. He tucks his face into the collar of his thin shirt and breathes hotly. Just a minute, he thinks. He’ll take just a minute to warm up and then he’ll walk. Maybe even run if it gets him back into town quicker.

He can’t stay here huddled on the side of the road. He’s not that stupid. He knows he’ll freeze to death. So, gathering what little energy he has, he forces himself to stand back up and stomp through the growing trenches of snow.

It’s another thirty minutes of barely walking when he sees the flare of yellow cresting atop the hill he’s trying to make his way up. He squints through frozen lashes, heart pounding with hope at the sight of headlights coming towards him. He staggers off the side of the road, moving more into the street and waving a stiff arm wildly.

The car passes him and Eddie deflates. He gets it. Weird guy in all black on the side of the road at what can only be three in the morning… he’s not sure he would stop for them either. He could be a murderer. He is not. Obviously. But, to the driver, he could be. So, as much as he really hates it, he gets it too.

“Fuck,” he he croaks, stomps his feet to warm them up, they’ve gone terrifyingly numb, and just to stomp them because fuck, he might actually cry.

It’s barely a minute or two when yellow light drenches him again, this time from behind. Eddie swivels around, nearly slipping in the slush. The car came back, it had turned around for Eddie. It creeps up beside him on the other side of the road and Eddie contemplates freezing or being murdered because what kind of psycho would turn around for him of all people.

The driver's window rolls down, slow and squeaky, and Eddie’s surprised to see the face on the other side is a familiar one.

“Munson?” Steve Harrington is staring at him with furrowed brows from the dark recesses of his car.

“Harrington,” Eddie says back cautiously. He’s ready to beg for a ride, to promise a lifetime supply of weed and silence at lunch time if he has to just for a ride into town.

Harrington twists around in his seat, looking through the back window and then out the windshield, searching for something, before his gaze fixes onto Eddie again. “Dude, what the hell are you doing out here?”

“Just out for a late night stroll,” he stutters around a sharp burst of wind. “You know how it is.”

“It’s snowing.”

“Yeah, I did notice that,” Eddie nods. He clears his throat and gestures towards where he’d left his van. “My van broke down a few miles back, thought I could make it to town on foot but, uh, snow.”

“Shit,” Harrington says, voice edging into sympathetic.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees.

Silence lapses between them, Harrington staring at him and Eddie staring back wondering how to ask for something he’s pretty sure Harrington won’t give him. They’re not exactly friends. They’re not anything to each other except two people who attend the same shitty highschool. Eddie’s surprised Harrington even knows his name, if he’s being honest. It’s not like anyone calls him by it, usually they stick to the moniker of ‘freak’. Or other, F words they’re oh so clever to use.

It’s not long, barely even a minute before Harrington says, “are you going to get in the car or did you really want to finish your stroll?”

“I,” Eddie blinks, “wait, seriously, you’re gonna give me a ride?”

“I’m not going to let you freeze to death on the side of the road, man.” Harrington frowns at him, brows pulling low. “Why do you think I stopped?”

“Because you didn’t know it was me?” Eddie clicks his tongue. “And really, Harrington, picking up hitchhikers is dangerous man, you shouldn’t be stopping for strangers. What if I was a murderer or something?”

The frown falls away, replaced with a snort of amusement. “I’m glad it is you and not a stranger — and I’m not really all that worried about murderers when it’s this cold outside.”

“You should be, this could be a murderer's favorite weather.”

“Are you enjoying it?”

“No, I'm obviously freezing my balls off out here.”

“Obviously.” There’s a small smile pulling at his mouth now. “So are you ever going to get in the car or do you have people to murder on your stroll?”

Eddie shakes his head, too cold to really laugh as he rounds the car and finally climbs inside. He does his best to stamp the snow from his shoes so he doesn’t ruin the interior of the expensive car. Beside him, Harrington rolls up his window and cranks the heat up higher, but Eddie is still shivering.

“How long were you walking?”

“Dunno,” Eddie mumbles, “an hour, maybe?”

He hadn’t exactly been looking at the time when his van died.

Harrington him and reaches into the backseat, his arm fumbles around for a moment, before he seems to grab whatever he’s looking for and yank it into the front seat with them. A swaddle of fabric falls onto Eddie lap and the colors alone clue him into the fact that this is Steve Harrington's letterman jacket.

“You can use that,” Harrington says like it’s the most normal thing on the planet and then he’s shifting out of park and into drive.

Eddie does use the jacket, pulling it around his trembling body desperate to be warm again.

“Thanks,” he chatters when he realizes he hasn’t said anything in a while. It’s not a long drive into town, but with the weather it's slow and cautious. The guy has to be going just over thirty.

“Don’t mention it,” Harrington says easily. Like it really is just that simple. Like the king of Hawkins high giving the freak a ride home is normal and not bat shit insane.

Speaking of…

“What are you even doing all the way out here so late?”

Harrington hadn’t been coming from Indy, he'd been coming from town and in Eddie’s experience, there’s literally nothing open this late except a few sketchy gas stations.

Harrington drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “I couldn’t sleep, went for a drive.”

“It’s snowing,” Eddie points out in the same incredulous tone Harrington had used earlier.

Big brown eyes glance over at him, amused. “I did notice,” he tells Eddie.

And, what is happening, Eddie wonders. Are they bantering? That’s weird, right?

Harrington shrugs then. “It also wasn’t snowing when I left the house.”

“How long have you been driving around?”

“I don’t know, an hour, maybe two.”

“Well, shit, I’m glad you couldn’t sleep man, otherwise I would seriously be screwed.” Eddie doesn’t let himself think about what could have happened.

He can’t believe he’s literally been saved by Steve Harrington of all people.

No one is going to believe him. Not that Eddie is going to tell anyone. Except maybe Jeff. For reasons.

“Yeah,” Harrington agrees.

Eddie holds his fingers close to the heat, they ache as they slowly regain feeling. The car is quiet with the lapse in conversation, the only sound the windshield wipers going full force.

“You can play something, if you want.” Harrington gestures to the radio. “There’s tapes in the glove box—I don’t think you’re going to like any of them, but…”

It’s better than the silence.

Eddie wiggles his fingers a few times, pumping blood back through them enough to get them to clumsily work. He pulls out several cassets and snorts when he sees the artists.

Harrington glances over. “I said you weren’t going to like them.”

Eddie holds one up, head shaking even as he decides to pop it into the player. “Should have known you would be into tears for fears.”

“They’re a good band.”

“They’re okay.”

“Just because they’re not always screaming—“

“It’s not about the screaming—“

“Sure.”

Eddie twists the volume, not high enough to cut off conversation but just enough to hear it over the blizzard happening around them. He does actually like tears for fears. He likes the lyrics. He’s not going to tell Steve Harrington that though.

“What were you doing out so late,” Harrington asks after the first song ends and the next one begins.

“Was coming back from Indy.”

“This late?”

“Yeah well things really didn’t go as planned.”

Harrington snorts a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I see that.” He drums along lightly to the beat. “Were you at a bar?”

Eddie's heart leaps up to his throat before he realizes Harrington isn’t asking about a gay bar. Why would he be? He’s just asking about a bar. A regular hole in the wall bar.

“Yeah, the drinks are better.”

“Expensive,” Harrington mumbles.

Eddie’s hums his agreement.

It’s a long drive to the trailer park, but surprisingly not awkward. They keep up conversation throughout the hour's drive. Mostly it’s Eddie making fun of Harrington's music and Harrington defending himself and his choices. It’s surprisingly easy.

Eddie doesn’t think about directions a single time until they’re pulling into the trailer park and edging up to Eddie’s trailer. Eddie stares at his home with relief and surprise.

“You know where I live?”

“I’ve been here a few times,” Harrington says, “with, uh, Tommy and carol.”

Ah.

He’s been a tagalong to Hagan’s drug deals.

“I always stayed in the car,” he explains further but Eddie already gleaned that much. He’s surprised Harrington knows which trailer is his though, they do all kind of look alike.

“Right.”

Steve turns the volume lower, like he needs something to do with his hands.

Eddie shoves open the door, cursing when a burst of sharp cold air washes over them. He clambers out, leaves the door open a crack to say thanks again.

Harrington nods, mouth parting like he’s going to say something, his dark eyes flicking over Eddie but then he just nods. “You’re welcome, man.”

“Uh, drive safe.” Eddie shuts the door and waves before hurriedly bounding up the few steps and tumbling inside the trailer.

It’s not until he hears the low purr of Harrington's car fade away and he’s kicked off his soaked socks that he realizes he’s still wearing the letterman. It smells like expensive cologne and hairspray.

“Shit.”

How the hell is he supposed to give this back?

This was only supposed to be one part but now I have a second part AND two alternate endings for it in the works.ugh

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #head canon #Steddie Headcanons #fanfics #LLG #This Give and Take #LLG writes

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