#alt title: warm him up with food with clothes with your body and with your love

[crystalflygeo]

How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh

notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!

Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.

you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?

In any case...

Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.

But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.

That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.

So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.

The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.

You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.

And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.

You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.

Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And he loves you.

And you’re engaged.

Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.

You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”

“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”

You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”

Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.

How domestic and loving indeed.

…

Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.

“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.

 “I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”

You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”

His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.

He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”

“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.

“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.

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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?

Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.

Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.

The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.

And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)

You were not jealous, not at all.

You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.

But what?

Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!

Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…

An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…

Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.

If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?

And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!

Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…

Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.

“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.

…

“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.

“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.

Nothing escapes him.

“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”

“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”

Your shoulders relax.

Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.

However…

What is it exactly?

He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?

“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”

Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item. 

“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”

“I love it.”

You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”

He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.

“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.

“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.

Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.

You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.

This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.

“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.

The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.

“Patience my love.”

You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.

He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.

Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.

“Mng-! Ah!”

“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”

His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.

“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.    

“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”

You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-    

“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!”

Fuck you are close. So, so close…

He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”

You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.

“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.  

Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…

…

Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…

 Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.

“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.

He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”

“Mn.”

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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.

“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”

He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.

“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.

He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.

“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.

“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”

“A-Am not!”

“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.

“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.

This man. This dragon. This god.

Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.

“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.

Just as you warm up his.

[nxrthmizu]

| period pains | Tsukishima Kei, Shirabu Kenjirou

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alt. title | two jerks learn how to deal with your menstruation 

pairing | Tsukishima Kei x Reader, Shirabu Kenjirou x Reader 

words | 718

warning(s) | mentions of pain, blood, menstruation; don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable I guess? yeah oh also curses here and there

author’s note | indulgence. 100% indulgence. nothing else besides indulgence because I wish someone was with me this morning when 2021 hit me with cramps 

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↬ tsukishima kei 

the first time he finds you in the bathroom at 5am in the morning, groaning in pain, his face spells ✨c o n f u s i o n ✨ 

this man would legit take out his phone and google ‘what to do if I wake up and find my girlfriend groaning in the bathroom’ 

‘uh, what’s wrong with you’ 

this man I swear 🙄

‘well, my uterine walls are currently self-destructing, for your information’ 

‘... oh.’ 

unhelpful as fuck 

he just stands there looking very much lost because he feels like if he just leaves he’ll probably get slapped later 

‘uh... what do you want me to do?’ 

‘anything except just standing there and watching, you bastard’ 

does he call yamaguchi for help? no, but he definitely googles ‘what do I do if my girlfriend has her period’ 

he comes back into the bathroom two minutes later, looking very awkward ‘uh... are you craving any food right now?’ 

‘what the fuck, kei?!’ 

bruh your girlfriend is hunched over in pain in the bathroom and you ask her if she wants to eat??? 

blonde beanpole is just 100% lost, no one taught him how to handle this shit 

‘well, then what do you want?’ 

‘I need you to fuck off!’ 

he definitely learns after the first time; he went to suga, daichi, and his mom for help because they know better than he does 

the next time he wakes up and hears you groaning in the toilet, he’s already got a routine planned out 

brings you a wet cloth to wipe your sweat 

kind of stands there awkwardly and asks you if you want him to stay; if you ask him to stay he crouches next to you and strokes your hair ; if you ask him to fuck off he just avoids the bathroom until you come out 

also found out that you aren’t supposed to have any cold drinks while you’re on your period, so he makes you hot chocolate/coffee/tea and stuff 

would offer to cuddle you 

maybe bought you a hot water bottle 

imagine being snuggled up to tsukki on the bed, wrapped in the blanket with a hot water bottle while he reads a book aloud/scrolls through his phone 

↬ shirabu kenjirou 

well, at least he knows the biological aspects of your menstruction, so... at least we got something to work with 

he’s a bit shocked the first time, but he immediately snaps out of it and his doctor instincts kick in 

instantly gets you a wet cloth because you’re practically overheating, wipes your sweat away and keeps you grounded by talking to you 

‘you feel really warm, so your body is probably releasing a lot of hormones at the moment’ he’s not very empathetic but at least he’s trying? and I guess it’d be soothing to listen to his calm voice 

‘or maybe your body is trying to regulate your temperature because of your cramps’ he’ll keep speculating and talking I guess 

he’s awkward but he stays and tries to apply his medical knowledge to help 

does he conduct an entire research on your pre-menstrual symptoms and come up with ways to counter them? yes, this man is a doctor and he knows his stuff okay 

the next time he wakes up and hears you in the toilet he immediately gets out and helps you 

uses a wet cloth to help you cool down, gets you a hot water bottle, makes sure you don’t dehydrate, etc. 

extremely careful about your diet, he will know every single food that you’re not allowed to eat and will make sure you don’t eat 

he will also find out what foods can lessen the pain and if you two go grocery shopping together he’ll grab the stuff; if he’s too busy to go do groceries with you he forwards you the list of foods 

oh, he also refrains from picking fights if you’re especially moody, he gives in even though he still thinks he’s the one who’s right in the argument 

I guess he just pulls up his tolerance level higher when you’re on your period? yeah 

you can probably get away with things that you normally can’t, e.g watch that show on his laptop with netflix even though you both know he hates that show 

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I really indulged myself in these hcs today,,, I wrote a comfort Tamaki fic but I don’t feel like posting it because the quality is terrible 

Haikyuu!! gen taglist. @owlywrites @hikari-writes @whootwhoot @folkloeren @our-tall-slytherin-queen

[dear-yandere]

adhuc hominum.

tw. slightly nsfw, just ej being a creep. || word count. 1.2k

Eyeless Jack

You slept soundly in those pristine white duvets of yours, nary a worry in the world. All the windows and doors were locked shut, residents more than aware of the existence of an infamous, cannibalistic killer on the loose -- all but one. 

You. 

The entrances to your room were left absentmindedly unlocked, practically welcoming unwanted visitors inside your sanctuary. Long hours of cramming for an upcoming exam had resulted in hitting the soft comforters to quickly fall under sleep’s restful watch -- windows agape and door ajar.

Wrong move. 

It was as if the fates had conspired against you tonight -- or at least, your teachers.

Your window shifted open almost soundlessly thanks to deft, gloved fingers, enough for the unknown figure to climb through. If you weren’t out cold, you would’ve heard his nearly-inaudible entrance along with the crickets loudly chirping through the night. Rather, you simply shifted to your side, the sound of your sheets and pillow lightly creasing enough to pique the murderer’s attention -- you had yet to wake up, much to his relief. He’d hate to abduct you earlier than intended, or worse, dissect and kill you lest you squeal for help or alert authorities of his most recent whereabouts. 

Unlike his other victims, he couldn’t blame you in particular -- he would have done the same in your position. Alas, you were blissfully unaware of your secret admirer, even when he paid you weekly visits that became increasingly impatient nightly visits. Sometimes you made it easy on him and left your windows open like tonight, almost as if you were expecting him. The thought would have warmed his heart if he didn’t know any better.

An eyeless gaze locked onto your silhouette just lying there – taunting him. A smirk crawled onto his face like a persistent insect as his fingers fiddled with the trusty scalpel, dying to plunge it into fresh flesh and sate his hunger.

But he had to control himself. Not you, anyone but you -- there were plenty of other humans to feed on.

He took his sweet time running his gaze over your room, noting how much messier it seemed today. Clothes, dishes, and video games were scattered across the floor, countless stacks of open-yet-forgotten textbooks placed upon that small desk of yours. You’d been cramming. If only he could lend a hand -- he only wanted what’s best for you, after all.

Brushing his useless and pining thoughts aside, his gaze fell on your form again in an almost adoring manner, but a stray garment was enough to steal his attention -- pink panties, casually strewn atop your blanket as if to tease him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume you purposely left your lingerie out for his viewing pleasure.

Not that he was complaining. Were you sleeping without underwear? He was tempted to peel away your blankets and check -- to at least catch a glimpse of your body without having to hide in the shadows.

But that would only wake you earlier than expected.

He hesitated, fingers twitching around the freshly-sterilized scalpel before finally relaxing. Despite himself, those pink panties soon found themselves stuffed into a crevice of his ebony lab coat. A souvenir -- he deserved that much for not taking your organs and for protecting you from other factions, right?

He sighed, much preferring to kill you instead of awaiting the day someone might eventually hurt or take you from him. Death was better than living in such filthy world filled with monsters beyond your wildest imagination, monsters that could hardly agree amongst themselves. He was practically doing you a favor in his own twisted way. Musings on how he would end your life with his own hands -- feasting on those delectable kidneys invading his thoughts against his better wishes -- briefly crossed his mind. 

His thoughts had distracted him entirely, failing to notice the textbook jutting out from the corner of your desk. The tome fell once his hip brushed against it, haplessly tumbling over the side of your carrel and onto the floor, disrupting the tranquility of the night. He cursed under his breath, waiting for your eyes to snap open and for your lips to part with a scream. 

...

Nothing. 

You merely flinched in your rest -- nothing more, nothing less, before slow and steady breaths filled the room once again. If his heart still beat, it would be racing with both elation at the thought of ending your life and fear of having to take that very life in the first place. Lifting his leg once again, only this time does he actually make sure to not bump into anything else. It was unlike him to be so careless, his movements normally silent and swift, but you always had a trance-like effect on him. Luckily his mistake had not resulted in an untimely death. Cautiously eyeing your covered body, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, chuckling awfully low to himself considering how vulnerable you looked from his perspective. He could kill you at any moment, just like he could spare your life like he’s done countless nights now. 

Blissfully unaware, you were completely at his disposal.

With a toneless sigh, he sauntered over to your bedside and knelt, navy blue mask inches away from your beautifully ignorant face. He often felt jealousy well within him every time his ‘eyes’ landed on your mien, wishing his face was not nearly as grotesque -- wishing he was no longer a monster. Instead, his black attire and inky tears which hid the face even he didn’t want to look at easily blended into the darkness, like the monster he forced himself to be. Black-gloved fingers lifted the mask slightly, grey lips and sharp teeth visible amidst the darkness. His tongues slide across his bottom lip at the sight of a perfectly-fresh meal right before his eyes -- but he caught himself, reluctantly.

Not you, anyone but you, he reminded.

Chewing on his bottom lip, the disgusting yet fleshy appeal of his own skin enough to curb his appetite for a few minutes longer, he lifted his mask further, allowing himself an uncovered view of your beauty. If only you knew how the effect you had on him had saved your life countless times already.

He hadn’t meant to, knowing full well that he didn’t have any right to do so, but his fingers gently brushed over your cheek, relishing in the warmth his own body had relinquished long ago. Envy, lust -- love. He hardly understood these feelings despite once feeling these emotions untethered, a distant memory from decades ago.

In the brief moments he allowed himself to touch your skin without intent to steal or ravage, you made him feel alive, made him feel mortal, made him feel human again. You could never be food, at least not in good conscience; rather, your very existence was a lifeline, a reminder that he still had some ounce of humanity left within him.

As if in protest, he felt the thin tether of his restraint wane, signaling it was time to go. If only being with you, even if you were unaware, wasn’t so brief. If only it could last forever.

Noiselessly, he straightened himself, gaze never once leaving your body.

“I’ll take you with me soon, my love. Just wait a little longer…”

title meaning. human again || alt title. clean your room -- sincerely, ej.

[dreamworksworddump]

Captive in the starlight Ch.9

Katie pulls the drawstring tighter, and then takes a deep, burning breath. She exhales, and knocks on his door.

While he had originally been in the guest’s rooms across the castle, she’d had him moved to Matt’s rooms, partially because all of the sneaking between their rooms was growing tiresome, and partially because Shiro’d had enough of the sudden, startling knocks on her bedroom window and resulting security breaches.

She hears some rustling inside; a thud as something falls onto the floor. And then the door unlocks, and Keith appears in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and a towel around his shoulders. His hair drips rivulets of water down his face, and onto his chest, tracing translucent trails down his scarred abdomen and onto the waistband of his pants.

“Yes? Um, I mean, you want to come in?” He steps aside awkwardly, and she passes by him just as ungainly.

The room had been cleared of Matt’s stuff before he’d moved in, except for his bookshelf, and the furniture, which remains the same. It’s strange being inside of it without seeing Matt’s scrolls discarded all around the floor, his staff leaning against the far wall, perhaps some clothes strewn around, but not in, his laundry basket. She forces herself to keep eye contact with Keith as she sits on the edge of his bed, and plays with the small, drawstring bag. Its weight is miniscule, but comforting, as she passes it softly from hand to hand.

“So, I, uh. I have some stuff to tell you, and,” Keep eye contact, keep eye contact, keep eye contact. “Will you please put on a shirt? You’re- that’s- it’s distracting!”

Keith snickers, but grabs a shirt off of the floor, and pulls it on. It’s black, and tight and only slightly better than him being half-naked, but she supposes that she’ll have to take what she can get. “So, is there a particular reason you came over, or…?”

Katie fingers the bag once more, aggravating a tiny tear, and causing it to grow. “Your knife, I,” Her voice wavers and she has to pause to collect herself before it all comes spilling out. “Hunk and I found a way to make weapons against the witch, and we had to use your knife. When we came back from lunch, our lab was destroyed, and your knife, it was gone.” Keith’s face takes on that halted, stony expression he uses to hide his emotions during court, but she can tell by the tilt of his mouth that he has something to say. She holds up a finger. “There’s more.”

“More?” He asks flatly. “What else is there?”

“Your brother, I mean, Prince Lotor, he offered his assistance, and,” She can practically sense Keith holding his breath. “I took it. He offered his knife so that we could continue the experiments and I couldn’t let the chance pass me by. I’m sorry.”

Keith’s fists ball up, clench, and sit like rocks beside him. He takes a deep, wavering breath, and then meets her gaze. “What are you sorry for? Losing your token, or for letting my brother find a way in?”

“I-” She feels a flash of anger wash through her, and then leave, as fast as it came. She doesn’t deserve to be angry with him about this. It’s her fault. “I’m more sorry about the token; it meant a lot, to both of us. I’m sorry that I had to accept his help, but it wasn’t as if I knew someone was going to rob us!” She adds, unable to prevent herself from defending herself just a little.

Keith takes another ragged breath, and then the anger shifts. “It was Lotor’s doing; you shouldn’t trust him, Katie.”

Katie sighs a quiet sigh of relief. She doesn’t like being the object of his fury. “I don’t have a choice. The war will be here for us soon, and I don’t have the time to be picky about where help comes from.”

He harrumphs.

She holds the bag out as a peace offering. “I know that this is normally done in public, but this is- it’s important to me.”

Keith’s takes it from her gingerly, and pulls it open, dumping it’s contents onto his palm. It’s a ring, made from the rims of Matt’s glasses, and set with a ruby from one of her mother’s brooches. He holds it up in the light, and inspects it, and then slides it onto his ring finger.

“Thank you,” He says, his voice raw. He smiles, just a tiny bit, and pulls her into a one-armed hug. “And be careful, alright?”

Katie nods, and leaves his quarters in a much better mood than she’d entered with.

It lasts until dinner.

The main hall bustles with excitement as she and Keith walk in, sleep still evident in the curve of her eyes and slope of her shoulders. They’d been talking, that much she remembers, something about a shared childhood memory, a favorite food, a forlorn wish. Then a guard was knocking on the door, warning them of the quickly approaching dinner. Neither of them remembered falling asleep, but the warm, fuzzy feeling it’d left inside of her lingers on.

Katie takes her seat at the edge of the table, Keith to her right, and they wait for the servants to pile in carrying trays of mouthwatering food and wine. Allura sits to her left, one chair away; a frown lingers on her face, partially melted away by the wine, already half empty.

“Who’s sitting there?” Katie whispers. Keith shrugs.

A moment later, after everyone else has been seated, Prince Lotor slinks in. He wears a dark purple undersuit with faintly shimmering embroidery. It hugs his lithe body tightly, his modesty only protected by the tunic worn half-heartedly on top of it, and the royal blue cloak tossed atop it all. He takes the empty seat with a smile, giving a polite nod to Keith as a way of hello.

“Hello, Queen Kathryn. How goes your project? Have you made up for your losses?” Prince Lotor asks in an amicable tone.

Katie decides not to bring up his tardiness; she’s certainly done worse, and despite Keith’s glowering beside her, she responds with a similarly friendly attitude. “We’re still behind a bit, with all of our supplies having been destroyed, but yes. We should be able to present our findings to our munitions officers in a day or two.”

Prince Lotor grins. The servants begin to travel down the table, pouring glimmering, pink wine into their goblets. He swirls his cup delicately, and takes a small sip. “That is wonderful news! I am so happy that I could be of assistance; this development will surely help in our fight against Zarkon’s forces.”

His excitement seems too much, too overdone, but not by enough for her to feel suspect. Instead, it leaves her merely feeling uneasy. Does Prince Lotor really hate his father enough to feel that happy about his impending demise? Katie can’t recall any of this hate and disgust for him when they were children. True, as a child, she hadn’t been looking for it, but still. Thinking back on it should’ve revealed some insight. Instead, all that she can recall is a need for his father’s attention and approval.

“Yes, it is.” Katie replies.

Keith picks the knife off of his napkin and spins it between his fingers. Lance watches him for a moment, and then tries a clumsy imitation.

A server begins to place slices of meat onto their plates; well done for most of the Terrans, and just barely cooked for the Galrans. The Alteans receive a strange gelatinous scoop of something else as a replacement. Katie saws at her food carefully, but doesn’t eat more than a few bites. The mystery of Lotor’s behavior has stolen away her appetite.

Allura sighs dramatically as Prince Lotor tries to draw her into further conversation about the war effort, but even if Katie felt that same comfortable comradie she had felt the day before, she wouldn’t be able to tell him much. Her adaptation of Shiro’s prosthetic into further weapon use isn’t fleshed out beyond a vague sketch. Eventually, he lets the conversation die out, and that end of the table finishes their food in an uncomfortable silence.

The second course is served before she finishes even a third of her meat; a chilled soup with mint leaves floating on its surface. Keith dips a finger in, and sucks it off. The corners of his mouth perk up almost imperceptibly.

“Strawberry?”

Katie nods. “I know it’s your favorite, so I asked the kitchen to include it in our meal.”

“Is this your way of smoothing things over from earlier?”

Katie takes a delicate sip. It’s not her kind of thing, but she can see why Keith likes it. “Maybe it is. Or maybe I just decided to be nice for once.”

Allura downs her bowl faster than Katie had counted for, leaving a milk-moustache on her lip. Lance snickers, and Keith smothers a snort as she turns between the two of them suspicously. “What? What is it?”

Katie tries not to laugh as well; Allura is her friend, and it’s not nice to tease. She pantomimes a mustache with her finger. “You have a- right above your-”

Lance finally leans over, tilting her her with his finger. He licks it off of her lip, and then smoothly turns it into a kiss. When he settles back into his chair, both of them are blushing.

“So, Allura,” Prince Lotor drawls, the stem of his wine glass held between two, claw tipped fingers. “How goes the repopulation effort? After my father’s decimation of the capital, I heard that your armies numbers dropped to an all time low. It must be mighty hard to spare Terra the armies she needs when you have so few troops.”

Allura straightens up, and the jovial mood disappears. Her mouth straightens into a hard line, and Katie can see the slant of Lance’s arm increase as they hold hands under the table. “Do not presume familiarity, Prince Lotor. You will call me by my title.”

“Apologies, Empress.” Prince Lotor ducks his head in way of apology. “But if you would, please, answer the question.”

“She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, jerkwad!” Lance says, his voice just a little too loud. Down the table, conversations begin to dim so that they can overhear their words better.

Allura holds up a hand before Lance can say anything further. “No, no. It’s fine, Lance. I’ll answer.”

Lotor smiles smugly.

“Yes, it is true that Zarkon’s genocide decreased our population by a major number, but you forget: Altea is a strong country, and we will not let evil overcome us. Our armies may not be the same size as before, but it is rapidly increasing in size as our countrymen and women train and join our ranks.” Her pink eyes glimmer coldly. “Does that answer your question adequetely?”

“Yes, your majesty. I appreciate your candor.” Prince Lotor responds, not at all upset about being shut down so savagely.

Katie is confused.

To what purpose would he talk to her like that for? What use does he have for the information she’d revealed in her anger? She can’t think of anything; as their ally, Lotor has no reason to anger another in the anti-Zarkon alliance.

Keith slams his cup down on the table just a little too hard to be casual. “Dear brother,” The words roll off of his tongue like boulders: strong, and heavy, and harsh. “For what reason would you have to ask such a private question? That is nearly as rude as me asking why you have one of your generals send a letter off with an unmarked bird every night.”

If Keith’s accusation offends him, Prince Lotor doesn’t show it.

“Why, I do have a country to run, brother. Not all that I have to say is safe to be sent so carelessly.” His tone implies that he knows that Keith suspects him of more; it’s almost daring in it’s casualness. “We can’t all frolick and play around whilst staying in Terra.”

Katie makes a note to ask Keith about the bird thing later. For now, she has to stop this, before they make more of a spectacle of themselves than they already have. “Enough.” Her voice is neither particularly loud or harsh, but the three of them pause in their arguing nonetheless. “Can we just dine in peace? We have enough fighting with the war; there is no need to instigate it here, among our allies and friends.”

Allura huffs, “That’s fair. Although I feel that I must mention that the instigating was not caused by my words.” She takes a long sip of her wine. “However, our … squabbling has rather ruined my appetite. I think I’ll be taking my leave.”

Katie feels bad that she hadn’t supported her friend more, but what was she supposed to do? Prince Lotor is her ally too, and his help has possibly swayed the result of the war. She can’t piss him off anymore than she can piss off Allura. “That’s...fair.” Allura offers her an apologetic smile, and stalks out of the room.

Lance narrows his eyes. “Katie is more diplomatic than I am, so just know this: you disrespect Empress Allura like that again, and you’ll have to deal with more than just some nasty words.” He shoves his chair away from the table with a loud screech, and stalks after her.

Katie curses the gods for inheriting this foolishness, and hopes to herself that Keith won’t make this spectacle any worse than it already is.

Of course, knowing Keith, that’s probably too much to ask.

Keith stands, and knocks his glass of wine away with an echoing clatter. The pink liquid spills towards Lotor, who stops its trail with a well placed napkin. “I don’t trust you. She does,” He jabs a thumb at her. “But I do not. I know that you’re planning something, and I’ll figure it out. I promise you that.”

Keith leaves in a flurry of red, like a flash of fire sparked by a raging storm, only to come back seconds later to grab both a bottle of wine and a pitcher of the soup from a dumbfounded servent. The rest of the table stares at them, and gossips in muted whispers. Prince Lotor stabs a spear of his meat, and leans back in his chair leisurely. “My brother is quite a spectacle, isn’t he?” He drawls, mouth spread in an amused grin.

[prettiestsupersoldier]

A Night Under The Stars

AN:My high school proms theme was ‘A Knight Under The Stars’ *stage whispers* because our mascot was a knight so I hella ripped them off. also you know the normal shit I suck at writing. Alt title ‘Apparently the only word i know is and’

“Go to prom with me doll.”

You were sitting in the hall finishing up the rest of an English paper when he had sat himself directly in front of you.

“Excuse me?” You looked up at the boy sitting cross legged before you. His hair was a mess from his motorcycle helmet. He was breathing hard from running up the few flights of stairs to get from the parking lot to you. But overall he was still as gorgeous as he always was.

“Go to prom with me.” He said again giving you a thousand watt grin.

“That’s it Barnes? No extreme prom-posal, no giant teddy bear or flowers?” You try to sound offended but you can’t keep the smile from your lips.

“You and I both know you ain’t one for extremes doll.” He says inching closer to you so your knees are cased in under his long legs. “ But I did bring lunch to sweeten the pot.” He says leaning over to his backpack to grab the bag of food. He had gone all the way to your favorite restaurant 45 minutes away from your school just to bring you lunch. You couldn’t help the smile that quickly spreading across your face.

“You skipped Spanish didn’t you?” You ask as he finishes pulling the food out.

“Tal vez.” He says as he hands you a container of food and a snapple.

“I don’t know…” you say leaning back against the lockers behind you. “There’s a really good movie on the same night that I really don’t wanna miss.” You bring your hands up to your chin in a mock gesture of consideration.

He pulled you further into him, your legs straddling either side of his hips, his arms wrapped around your waist. He peppers your face with kisses starting at you cheek, then down to your neck and back up to your nose. You can’t help the giggles that spill from your lips as his scruffy chin tickles you. He’s looking into your eyes now and his blue eyes stop your giggles immediately.

“What?” You ask nervously.

He smiles at you before leaning forward to capture lips in a kiss and you melt into it, kissing him back just as fast as he leaned in to kiss you.

You and Bucky weren’t dating, you both liked each other a lot and openly flirted back and forth, but there was nothing ( besides the dozen or so kisses you had shared over the past 3 months ) that had indicated to you that he wanted to be in an actual relationship with you.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He kisses your lips one more time before he slides from underneath you.

“Can’t wait Doll.” He says with a wink.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” You slam your face into the desk before you and sighed heavily.

“Ow.” You muttered into the desk.

“Stop doing that!” Natasha yells as she pulls your head up and lays her jacket where it had just been to prevent you from slamming it again.

“You’re gonna go to prom with him and look amazing that’s what you’re gonna do.”

“But how? My dad hates Buck there is no way my dad will let him come to get me.”

“I hate when you don’t put that pretty little head on your shoulders to use. You have 3 friends who are going to prom.” There’s a pause as she waits for it click in your head. “You have 3 houses you can get ready at.” she adds and you still don’t get it.

“Oh my fuc- James can pick up from any of those 3 houses.” She’s staring at you expectedly.

Your eyes shoot open when it clicks and she must know you get it because your eyes have gone comedically wide.

“TASHA PLEASE LET ME GET READY AT YOUR PLACE!” You give her the best set of puppy dog eyes that you can manage.

“I’m gonna say no if you don’t stop making that dumb face.”

“Tasha please!” you whine at her.

“I’d be a horrible friend if I said no after giving you such a great idea.”

“I could kiss you right now.” You jump up to hug her, but she holds her hand flat in front of you.

“I don’t want gross Bucky germs.”

Your parents weren’t entirely thrilled that you didn’t get ready for prom at home, but you promised to take loads of pictures for them. So you packed all the stuff you need for tonight. Your dress and shoes, the makeup you would need, extra clothes and shoes, because you had no plans to sleep in your prom dress this night.

When you made it to Natasha’s house the first thing you did was text Bucky.

“You guys are disgusting.” She yelled at you from her bathroom.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said as you smiled down at your phone.

Buck: Can’t wait to see you tonight doll. You’re gonna look great.

“That! That’s what I’m talking about that doofy grin on your face.”

You tried to stop the smile that was plastered on your face, but it just wouldn’t go away. Your cheeks hurt from smiling but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“What if he brings his motorcycle?” Natasha asked from inside of her closet.

Y/N: Please tell me you aren’t bringing the bike?

Buck: 😉 see you soon doll.

Y/N: Bucky!! promise me you aren’t.

He didn’t bring the bike. Thank goodness. You don’t know if you would have forgiven him  if he ruined your dress and hair with that bike. The car he rented wasn’t crazy like the bright red Escalade monstrosity that Tony had pulled up in. Instead it was a matte black Infiniti and a part of you wonder what the hell he was thinking but the smile on his face when he had jumped out of the car was enough to stop all the questions you had.

You did as you told your parents you would and took loads of pictures. Pictures that ranged from you and Natasha putting your makeup on to you and her eating chips in full makeup and prom gowns.

But your favorite by far, was a picture your parents would probably never see. It was a candid that Sam had taken on his phone. You were seated on the stairs your head titled back in laughter as he stood above you, in his all black tuxedo, his eyes crossed just so, his hands in front of him like a dinosaur, with his mouth wide open showing off his bright artificially blue colored tongue. The second Sam had sent it to your phone you made it your phone’s background.

You and Bucky left the house first, to your surprise. Him insisting that you needed to have dinner before you arrived at prom, but then he got on the freeway and you knew you wouldn’t be going to prom that night.

“So where are we really going?” You asked after you had been on the freeway for about 15 minutes.

“It’s a surprise. Are you mad that we aren’t going?”

“Of course not,” You really weren’t. What would you be possibly missing out on? Drunk and/or high students, loud music, sex in bathroom stools, far too cramped room, sweaty musty bodies pressed together? Pass. “Wish you would have told me before I squeezed into this dress though.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you leaned forward to take your shoes off.

“Well I’m sorry for that, but I hope that this night makes up for it.” He looked over at you for a split second before his eyes were back on the road ahead.

He drove on the freeway for another hour and a half. The entire time you both sang along to whatever cheesy song played on the radio. Occasionally he would sneak glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Watching the way your hair flowed from the breeze of the open window.

God you were perfect and he hoped upon hope that he didn’t ruin this night. He hadn’t really thought this completely through but you, apparently, trusted him to take you almost 2 hours away from the planned destination and that was already more than he expected.

When the car finally stopped and Bucky had opened your side of the car door your eyes immediately shot up to the sky. The stars were brighter than you had ever seen them back in the city and the moon was full and glowing reflecting perfectly off the water in front of you. It was picturesque and you wondered briefly if that was what being in a horribly romantic comedy was like.

“The beach.” You whispered in awe and he patted himself on the back.

“I was thinking we could spend the night under the stars.” He tried to sound as confident as possible when he said it but there was a real and heavy fear in the pit of his stomach that you would still say no.

“I mean or we could just have dinner and drive back.”He offered after you didn’t reply quickly enough for him.

“I mean it’s whatever you want to do.” He was making an absolute fool of himself and he couldn’t keep his mouth closed.

“An entire night under the stars?” You questioned.

“If that’s what you want doll then yes.” You didn’t sound like you wanted to leave so that was a good sign.

“I don’t want sand in my butt though.”

He had not taken the sand into consideration when he planned this. He vaguely remembers hearing Steve’s voice muttering some warning about sand. It is far too late to think about blankets and towels now and he slaps his hand against his forehead a little to roughly.

“But we can sleep in the car right?” You ask when you move his hand away from the bright mark on his forehead.

“Of course.” He replies as he laces your fingers together.

“Then yes. I’d love to spend a night under the stars with you.”

The first thing that he insisted on doing was walking along the empty shoreline and you sure weren’t gonna complain. It was a warm night and when the breeze came carrying the water from the sea with it you were more than content.

The conversation that was had flowed more easily then Bucky had imagined it would under this now intimate environment. He pictured a more awkward  scenario where you both stumbled over your words and tripped over each other, but that never happened and it was perfect

It’s your stomach growling that snaps Bucky from his thoughts

“I forgot to grab the food out of the car! I’ll be right back don’t move!” He jogs towards the car then turns around abruptly.

“I mean you can move if you want. Just don’t go too far. I mean run if there’s danger bu-”

“Bucky, food please.”

“Right! I’ll be right back.”

He took off in the direction of the car scrambling to unlock it. He mentally beat himself up for not grabbing his backpack when you had first arrived. Scolding himself even further for having to leave you on a dark and empty beach by yourself.

When he makes it back to you, you’re sitting in the sand further away from the water drawing small circles in the sand, your knees tucked under you, and he thinks you’ve never looked better.

“I’ve come bearing gifts!” He says as he seats himself besides you.

“My hero.” You joke at him.

He wills himself not to blush at that and fails.

“I never took you for such a romantic, Barnes.”

You’re sitting in front of a tiny fire pit, not nearly big enough to give off significant heat, but it’s perfect for roasting marshmallows for s’mores, watching him slowly and carefully twirl the chop stick what the marshmallows are speared on.

“What can I say you bring out the best in me.”

“So I was thinking.”

“That’s never good. The last time you thought something Sam ended up on a roof.”

He beamed remembering how easy it was to trick Sam into the makeshift catapult to then be launched haphazardly onto the roof of Tony’s apartment.

“That was justified even the fire department laughed.”

“Still not justified.”

“Whatever you say doll.”

He clears his throat before he begins again. “I was thinking about something really important though. Something I wanted to talk to you about for a few months now, but I wasn’t sure if I should then Steve yelled at me for 3 hours because I was missing too much Spanish class running to get us lunc-”

“Bucky?” A hundred and one things go through your mind when he starts to ramble and not one of them is positive.

He keeps his eyes downcast at the gooey white marshmallow-y mess in his hands before he takes a deep breath and looks you square in the eyes, his icy blue ones meeting your warm bright ones. Looking at you like this under the light of the moon and stars is so unbelievably intimate to him and he wants to chicken out. There’s a voice on the inside telling him that this is so stupid and you could do so much better than him and he wants to listen to it so bad. But there’s an even louder more demanding voice, Natasha’s voice, telling him to get his shit together. So he does. He takes one more deep breath in and when he breaths out the words come tumbling off his lips.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You almost choke on graham crackers and chocolate.

“What?” You’re dumbfounded. You liked Bucky a lot but never had you ever thought he wanted to be in a relationship with anybody let alone you. He didn’t seem to ever wanna be tied down.

“Will you b-”

“Yes!” It’s loud and screechy but you don’t care, can’t care. Not now, not when the person you have wanted to be yours for months now has finally asked you to be his. Maybe later when you’re telling Natasha the story will you pretend it went smoothly and you were calm, but now? Now you are to happy to care about how flushed your face is, how shaky your hands are.

“Doll, C’mere.” He can’t stop the smile that is threatening to split his face in half as he scoots the already small distance over to you.

“Girlfriend?” He asks and the smile on his face gets impossible bigger and his eyes are crinkling at the edges and you can tell that he’s just as happy as you are.

“Boyfriend.”

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Before you can reply his lips are on yours in an instant. Compared to all the other kisses you and he had shared this one is different. It’s not rushed and sloppy like the first few you had and it’s not drawn out or hidden like the more recent ones. It’s perfect and slow and sweet and it’s everything to you.

[thechampatree]

by Tasneem Dhinojwala

This winter, follow these tips as a new mother and for your child to stay warm and protected

The cold winter days are here. The temperature at times is playing hide and seek. Though at times the day might be bright and sunny, the cold draft of wind that blows is chilling to the bones. The cold winter days require a lot of care, and when there is a baby involved, the care has to be a little extra.

For a new mother and her child, winter season requires more looking after. Though it is also a good season to enjoy a lot of good food, in terms of health. As a new mommy you might be flooded with advice from all corners, instead of getting confused, just read on to find out how to take care of yourself and your child this winter.

1. Dress Right:

Protect yourself and the baby from the cold: It is important to protect yourself and the baby from the cold biting winter. Dress up in layers. As doctors recommend, if you dress up in two layers, for the baby ideally it is three. Caps, socks and mittens should be part of your baby’s clothing, even during night time. But remember not to overdress the baby, because that can cause a lot of discomfort. Assess the room temperature and then decide. The clothing should not restrict the baby’s movement. For yourself, be adequately dressed in fabric that doesn’t rub and harm your baby’s skin, when you carry him/her.

2. A Hot Oil Massage:

Getting a hot oil massage on a cold winter day is extremely soothing and relaxing. For winters you can go for warm mustard oil, olive oil or a combination of almond and olive oil. It is good for the skin as well. You can use the same oil for the little one as well. A warm oil massage after a bath or at bedtime will relax the baby and help him/her to sleep.

3. Maintain the Right Temperature:

It is important to keep the winter chills out of the new mother and child’s room. But do not go overboard in using the heaters and the blowers. These heating appliances rob moisture from the skin. It is best to opt for oil-based heaters.

4. Watch your Diet: 

It is important to keep a tab on a new mother’s diet. Winter has its fair share of good things that can be included in her diet. Soups, salads, green vegetables, cereals like bajra and makka are nutritious and beneficial for a new mother. For the baby, it is best to breastfeed, as it is the main source of nutrients. Breast milk protects the baby against a lot of infection and diseases. It strengthens the baby’s immune system and the closeness to a mother’s body while feeding, keeps the baby comfortable and warm.

5. Maintain Proper Hygiene:

It is important to maintain hygiene around a newborn child and small babies. During winters, because of the cold at times, one may become lax. But it is important to keep yourself and your surroundings clean. As the baby is going to be close to the mother all the time, lack of hygiene can lead to infection in both the mother and the child. Wash your hands before carrying the baby. Make others do so as well.

6. Take Care When the Baby Goes Outdoors:

Avoid taking the baby out early in the morning or later in the evening. If you plan to sit with the baby out in the sun during the daytime then dress up the child accordingly. The baby’s ears, hand, feet and chest should be properly covered. If going out during the nighttime is unavoidable, cover the baby properly. It is also good to keep the baby close to your body, as your body’s warmth will keep the baby cozy and comfortable. The new mother also needs to keep herself warm, as any cough and cold that she will catch, the baby is sure to be affected as well.

Enjoy your winters with your little bundle of joy and cuddle up as much as you can!

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[kelpie-keeper]

Title: Caught in the eye of the storm pt 1 of 4 Rating: NC-17 Pairing/Characters: Yonekuni & Shirou Series: Sex Pistols Part of: Alt Universe; Continuation fic to A surprise for two: 1 & 2 and Little Known Secret. Continuation to Dark Desires 1, 2 & 3.  Continuation of Trippin’ through memories past 1, 2 3 &  4 Notes/Warnings: Set a year after the end of Trippin’ through memories past.  Their lives have finally started to settle down, never knowing a monster from their past is coming back to haunt them and this time, he’s determined to get what he wants.  Even if it means to kill whoever gets in his way.  Length of the story (part wise) may change.

If he were to guess how much his life would have changed, he would have taken the extra pre-cautions in keeping everything safe.  He would be determined to make sure no one got involved in his problems.  He could have never known things would spiral out of control.  If he knew this would have happened, he would have checked all the rooms before relaxing, getting ready to welcome his blond lover home and enjoy of having the house to themselves.  He would have been more cautious like he used to be when he caught the familiar feeling of his hair rising on the nape of his neck.  He couldn’t have guessed that it would happen a second time.  That the monster that attempted to rape him, the same one that his parents had taken their time to ruin, would appear all over again.

As he laid on the bed, his breathing shallow while pain seemed to spread through his body, his eyes glazed as he watched the snow fall.  Barely able to move from the drugs that had been pumped into his body by his kidnapper and a doctor, he wished he could get up and leave.  Not with his hands tied tightly behind his back.  Attempting and failing to lick his dry lips, he settled for closing his eyes to think back to how it happened.

It had been almost two years since Yonekuni’s accident, their lives returning to normal.  The feeling of foreboding had been forgotten, worried about his family when his two reptiles had come down with a contagious form of the flu, forcing them into the hospital.  Forcing him ask his brother in law to watch his pup while his two reptiles were nursed back to health.  The sound of his pup calling him, pulling him from his thoughts.  ”Mama,” looking down, seeing the blond head while Tadakuni held his younger sister.  Unable to hold back the small smile at the look of bliss on the crocodile’s face.

He never thought that Ayaka would take such a liking to her big brother, surprising the both of them.  Glancing out the window, the start of a drizzle that soon would become a downpour, he took the now wriggling crocodile from Tadakuni.  The low whine from the two year old that seemed to be reaching out to her brother to say something.  ”Come on, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”  Knowing that the blond child was following behind him, he slipped Ayaka into the highchair that her grandfather had designed and built just for while the pup climbed onto the chair close by.

Between words that were still littered with light yips as the young boy talked to his sister, replying to the chirps and slight hissing.  Quickly fixing Tadakuni something to eat, he glanced at his little crocodile and sighed to himself.  Normally by her age, her human face would already be showing.  But it seemed as if mother nature was working against her in so many ways, from almost not surviving when he had her to nearly giving in when hit by the flu.  But the happy way their child interacted with everyone, save one, made up for his worries about her.  By the time he had finished making Tadakuni breakfast and started on the special formula for reptile babies, the sound of thrashing as the little reptile became impatient.

Giving the happy pup the plate of food and finishing making Ayaka her food, he pulled the excited girl from her chair and onto his lap.  The happy sigh as he fed her, the feeling of a smooth tail against his arms, blue eyes watching him before closing in happiness.  Everything was going smoothly and as he went to give the reptile more, the sudden sound of thunder rumbled over the house.  The slight flinch of Tadakuni’s hand, faint trembling in his small form even as the boy tried to remain calm.

The sound of thunder rolling again, shaking the reptile in his arms to the point that he dropped the spoon he was using to feed her and instead, felt the crocodile turn around in his arms.  Clutching at him with her tiny claws and shaking, the clatter of Tadakuni’s plate before he sighed under his breath.  He thought his little blond pup was over the sound of thunder, hadn’t reacted like that in so long.  He could see the mess the boy left behind, over his face and the clothing he wore.

“Well, we can’t have you looking like that when you stay at your uncle’s and cousin’s place.”  Encouraging Tadakuni to follow, he could see out of the corner of his eye at the young boy’s expression and the smile that lit up the blond’s face.  With the sound of rain pounding against the roof, he took the two up the stairs and to the bathroom.  Setting the crocodile down, watching her scurry over to Tadakuni when another clap of thunder rained above them.

Warning the pup to watch his sister, he started to draw the bath water.  As the water filled the tub, checking the temperature was just right for the two, it couldn’t be too hot for Tadakuni nor could it be too cold for Ayaka.  Satisfied that the temperature where he wanted, he turned and helped the young boy undress, watching as he climbed into the water while he turned towards his little reptile, gently removing the clothes that she wore.  Hands automatically moving, lifting the squirming crocodile before gently lowering her into the water, watching as she took to the water easily, like her father.  He loved to two, so much, but there were times he longed to be with his blond lover, to be alone with his husband.  But still, chuckling to himself at the sight of the pup taking easily to the water.  At least he had it easy compared to Kunimasa and Norio, their child so far was almost as bad with water as his mother.  Remembering the last time he had to bathe the jaguar cub.

Time flew as he bathed the two, getting soaked in the process from the younger of the two before he fully washed them and pulled them out of the water.  Quickly getting a towel wrapped around the blond boy to prevent him from forcing out his soul to shake the water off like he normally did.  Which usually resulted in a mess and him being soaked even more.  Drying and wrapping the reptile up, walking behind the sulking boy.  He never would have guessed that his boy had a thing for reverting to form to shake off the excess water that a towel couldn’t reach.  Following Tadakuni to his room, the rambunctious bundle in his arms started to wriggle as if she wanted to follow her brother.

A sigh of relief when he heard a throaty sound from Tadakuni, a sound that his inner soul could recognize easily as a command.  Proud of his pup for being able to calm his sister down with a sound.  Setting the reptile down in her crib, knowing that she should be in a regular bed by now, grabbing a set of clothes for his son.  He knew he wouldn’t have have a problem with the blond pup and the clothes he chose, chuckling when his hands were swatted away.  ’Just like his father,’ he thought before turning to the impatient reptile, dressing her in clothing that Yonekuni had searched far and wide for.  Looking for the perfect outfit that would fit his daughter.

Setting her down before setting about getting the two ready for their weekend trip to their uncle’s house.  ”There,” he said to himself as the two were dressed along with a bag that was packed.  Now that the two were ready, he quickly changed himself, getting out of the soaked clothes and into some warm, dry clothes.  Grabbing and slipping on his jacket, he slipped a small tube into his pocket before heading down the stairs with the two children.  After settling them in their winter coats and herding them to the door, he was anxious to drop the one at his side and the one in his arms at his brother in-law’s place.  Of course, he had planned this in advance, cleared it with both the heavyweight and the lightweight, since they knew that he needed some personal time with Yonekuni.  To seduce his husband the way he had been wanting to.

Slipping the crocodile in the sling he had slipped around his shoulders, tucking her closer into his jacket before pulling the pup into his arms and locking the door behind him.  Ignoring the sting of cold rain against his skin, the little girl tucked tightly against him while he lifted the pup closer to him.  The happy, muffled little chirps while he did his best to shield his little reptile as he hailed a cab.  Ushering Tadakuni into the back while he took a seat and gave the address that he needed to go to, sitting back after buckling Tadakuni in.  The drive slow, watching the rain become heavier and with the temperature dropping, making him wish the ride would hurry.

As he looked out the window, he couldn’t help but remember the day of Yonekuni’s accident.  Raining, just like this.  The feel of hands pushing him and Tadakuni out of the way.  Unaware that he was shivering, the feel of the blond pup’s touch and the throaty sound the crocodile against his chest made pulled him from his thoughts.  He shouldn’t worry about the past, not with the two he had, handfuls as they are.  As the cab slowly came to a stop in front of a large apartment complex, the driver getting out to help him and as he paid, watching as the driver thanked him, driving off.  Shouldering the bag that he slung over his shoulder, hitching the blond up further on his hip, holding him close as they entered the lobby of the apartment complex.  The warmth of the heat that the building was pumping out flowed over them, giving them a sort of relief from the chills of coming from the rain.

Lowering the blond boy to his feet then taking his hand as they headed to the elevator located to the side in the lobby, the warmth of the building replaced the cold feeling from the outside.  Placing Tadakuni on his feet and grabbing his hand, leading him towards the elevator that would take him to the eighth floor.  Movement against his chest as Ayaka started to squirm more in her sling, wanting nothing more than to be with her brother instead of being held.  As the elevator dinged, letting them off on their floor and down the hallway, to the left to the last apartment in the back.  Trying not to think of how he helped the two move and being caught with Yonekuni, with their pants down no less.  A shake of his head, stopping in front of th door with a name plate that read “Madarame Kunimasa and Norio”.  Knowing that they were waiting for the name plate to be changed to include their two year old jaguar cub.  A knock to the door, stepping back when the door swung open, revealing the small lightweight that he had become friends with.

“Shirou, come inside,” a little squirm inside himself, he still wasn’t used to being called by his given name by the younger male.  Stepping inside while the cat stepped aside for him, the sight of his brother-in-law laying on the couch with a bundle on his chest.  Before either of them could say a word, the bundle on Kunimasa’s chest lifted his head and attempted to slide off his chest.  With help from the heavyweight by lowering the boy to the ground, they both watched him skid to a halt as he ran over to them.  A sniff to Tadakuni while a hiss of displeasure from the one against his chest.  He nor Yonekuni could figure out why Ayaka had such a dislike for her cousin.

Sudden squirming of the reptile, forcing him to drop the bag he carried to keep the reptile from dropping out of the sling.  Gently slipping the crocodile from the sling and gently placing Ayaka on the floor, outfit and all, watching as she quickly crawled over to Tadakuni, getting between her brother and her jaguar cousin.  Watching as his son sat on the floor, picking up his sister into his arm and chuckled to himself, swearing he could see a smirk on the reptile’s snout.  Turning back to Norio, declining the invitation for something to drink.  ”I’m sorry about having to intrude on the both of you,” he apologized, embarrassed by his daughter’s behavior.

“Think nothing of it, Fujiwara.”  Kunimasa still had a habit of calling him by his old family name, unlike Norio.  ”It’s our turn next time.”  The hand on the smaller male’s waist told him what the heavyweight meant and he nodded, fully agreeing with him.  The arrangement they all had seemed to work perfectly and he wasn’t about to screw that up.  Giving both his pup and his little crocodile one last glance, seeing that they were engrossed by something, he gave them a wave before walking out the door.  He felt a little guilty for pushing them onto Kunimasa and Norio but he knew that he and Yonekuni needed some personal time.  Closing the door softly behind him, the click alerting him of the door being locked, he made his way down the hallway and to the elevator.  Letting the silence envelop him as he rode the machine down to the lobby, his thoughts drifted to what he expected in the coming hours and days, being alone with his husband.

Stepping outside, the sound of the rain coming down harder had people scrambling for cover and he wished he brought his umbrella.  Glad that the small cafe wasn’t too far from where he stood and decided to take his chances, running through the rain.  The sound of his footsteps were drowned out by the horns that blared from the road, only a few minutes of running before the shop came into view.  Giving a sigh of relief when he pushed open the door and the warmth as well as the scent of coffee wafting to him.  The murmured welcome, the sound of dishes rattling and machines hissing as customers waited for their order.  With Yonekuni not in sight, he bypassed the customers and to the small door that was off and away from the counter, into the back office.

Hand on the doorknob, quietly opening the door to see the blond bend over his desk, working on paperwork.  Gently closing the door, releasing a pheromone that he knew would catch Yonekuni’s attention.  Quiet pleased with himself when Yonekuni’s head jerked up, blue eyes narrowed and the corners of the blond’s lips curled up.

“So,” walking further into the office, Yonekuni’s deep voice still sent thrills running through him when he talked to him, he took a seat across from his blond husband.

“What brings you here?”  He leaned back in his chair as he watched his dark haired lover take a seat across from him.  Watching as hair, usually so neat and in place, seemed to be quickly ran through with fingers.  ”Well, I thought we could spend a night or two, alone.”  Sitting up straight, eyes narrowing at Shirou’s words as his mind ran wild with ideas of what his wife and lover had planned.  In the time that he really got to know his partner, proving that Shirou was more than just a friendly face that he showed to the world.  That he was cunning as the animals that share his soul, the determination that Mischa had and the patience that Soujirou was known for.

“Tadakuni and Ayaka are both at your brother’s place and because of that, it’ll be just you and me this weekend.”  He licked his lips as he thought it over, a night together by themselves, a chance they rarely had now.  Shirou seemed to know his answer as he slipped the jacket he wore off, tossing it back onto the chair he had just vacated.  Seeing the bottle of lubrication in the heavyweight’s hands and the click of a lock as the canine locked the door.  Movement around his desk, his chair being pulled back and the feel of hands on his shoulders while a nose against his ear and down, words whispered just for him.

“Just sit there and let me.”  It had so long since they were in this office like this, together.  His mind pulled from his thoughts when he felt Shirou move, sliding down in front of him, kneeling down on his knees while sliding his hands up his jean covered legs.  The palm of a hand gently rubbing against his rapidly growing flesh, leaning back in his chair when a dark head ducked to nuzzle against him.  Feeling fingers mold him through his clothes, the sound of his zipper being lowered was overshadowed by the sound of his breathing, waiting in anticipation.  The flaps of his jeans parted before the feeling of a hot mouth licking at the tip that peaked out from the edge of his underwear.  Eyes fluttering close when a gently suck to the head of his cock while a hand slipped inside, curling around him.  Swallowing hard at a hard suck, opening his eyes to reach down, brushing away dark hair from Shirou’s forehead.

Gray eyes looked up to him, the flush to cheeks and the emotions that flitted in his partner’s eyes left him with the urge to just pull Shirou onto his lap.  To have his way and make the heavyweight cry out in pleasure.  And he would have done so if not for the sudden knock on the door, jerking his head up while Shirou released his flesh and cursed under his breath.  It looked like he wasn’t the only one who was upset about the interruption.  Though the heat of Shirou’s mouth had left him, the head of a hand curled around him, quickly jerking at him.  When he heard a second knock and the rattling of the doorknob, he licked his lips.

“W-wait a few minutes, I’ll be with you.”  He gave a sigh of relief when his voice was steady, worried that he would have given away the tremor in his voice as he pushed himself deeper into the heavyweight’s hand.  Biting his tongue to hold back any sounds as he came, covering Shirou’s fingers and hand with his hot cum.  Attempting to regain his breath, watching the heavyweight bring his soiled hand up to his lips and lick away the clinging seed, a surge of arousal filled him at the sight before shaking his head.  Watching as his lover unfolded his long legs and stood up, away from the desk, leaning in to whisper in his ear.  ”Come home early.”  Lingering heat on his skin, the sound of a click as the door was unlocked and swung open, revealing the one who had been knocking on the door.

The warm atmosphere that was building between them and the room chilled considerately.  From his seat, watching as his part time employee step back and away from the towering male, unable to help the smirk that crossed his face.  It was easy to hear Shirou’s frosty greeting, seeing the girl pale as she stepped back and away from Shirou, averting her eyes from the look he knew his mate wore.  He knew that Shirou had reason to treat her like this, as she was the same girl that, a week ago, hit on him in front of Shirou and their two little ones.  Disregarding the fact that his family was with him, even suggesting to the point that she would be a better candidate to be by his side since he could walk in public with his head held high.

It had been so long since he’d seen Shirou upset like that, glaring at anyone like that.  It was reassuring that the canine was and still is, jealous and possessive of him, just like the way when it came to his partner.  The way the heavyweight would rub against him, spreading more of his scent across his skin and marking him in ways that he marked Shirou.  Catching the look the wolf threw over his shoulder at him, promising a lot and then some when he came home.  Calming himself down, he watched as Shirou walked out before schooling his expression and told his employee to take a seat.

Making his way back through the shop, dodging out of the way of incoming customers, Shirou ducked underneath the overhangs of shops that he passed, sighing under his breath when he reached the one shop that he wanted.  Glad that he didn’t have to endure the down pour that the rain had turned into.  Picking up a bottle of alcohol that Yonekuni favored, Shirou left the shop, shivering despite the coat he wore, never seeing the figure following behind him at a relatively safe distance as he continued on his way.  Stopping at several shops on the way, picking up things that he needed to make their weekend perfect, he felt the familiar prickling, the hair on the back of his neck standing up did he turn around.  A familiar feeling, one that reminded him of a time he wanted to forget.

Continuing home, counting down the hours until Yonekuni would walk through the door and into his arms, as if they were back to the time when the blond visited him when it rained.  Through the small gate that lead towards the front door, juggling the items he carried while fishing though his pockets for his keys.  Finally finding what he was looking for, quickly unlocking the door and stepping inside, heat washing over him, warming him from the chill of the rain.  Glad he left the heater on before he left, Shirou closed the door behind and headed towards the kitchen.  Setting the bags down and placing the items away, humming a tune only to stop suddenly.  His body froze, heart stopping in feat that he remembered so well.  Keeping as still as he could, he heard the soft footsteps into the kitchen and closed his eyes, hoping that the sounds weren’t what he thought.  He had nothing to worry about, he told himself.  Trying to convince himself that everything was just his imagination.  Breathing deeply, turning around and expecting to see someone standing right behind him, he couldn’t help the relief when he saw that he was the only one there before he continued, placing the items away.

From around the corner, he watched the one he had thought about for the past couple of years.  The one who tormented him, placed him in his living hell for what seemed like an eternity, torturing him with such thoughts of where he failed at his plan.  Having followed Shirou from a safe distance, watching his prey shop before abandoned the trail of following the heavyweight in favor of heading to the male’s home.  He chuckled to himself, his plan had worked perfectly.  After leaving them alone for a while, they had dropped their guard, allowing him to sneak into the home.  Really, you’d think they would have more precautions after what had happened to their “little” family.  Chuckling to himself, he knew all about the accident that he sent a girl to do.  Managing to get a letter written and sent out just as he entered prison, sending it to someone he knew would do the job properly.  That was, until he found out the accident hadn’t killed that damned nuisance and instead, pulled them together.

Shaking his head, he pulled himself from his thoughts.  He was surprised that the male hadn’t noticed him nor had he looked around to see the broken window in one of the back rooms, where he climbed through.  Turning his attention back to Shirou, watching as the male moved, reminding him of where he failed and knew that he couldn’t fail.  He wouldn’t fail at this, his last chance to get what he wanted.  Pushing himself away from where he stood, resisting the temptation to walk into the kitchen, knock out that wolf and take what he wanted.  No, he needed to push others for what they did to him.  Especially the blond one, the one who took away his chance to fuck the heavyweight and impregnate him.  He must have made a sound, the startled gasp when the dark haired male turned around before he saw his prey moving, attempting to get away.  Hearing the chanted words, cutting his way around, blocking Shirou’s exit and knocking the heavyweight against the counter.

“Now, is that any way a host should act around a guest?”  His hand tightened around the pale neck that drew him in.  Oh how he wanted to mark that pale skin, show him that just because of what he is, that he wasn’t above him but below him in station.  ”A guest that worked so hard to come back and see you.”  The corners of his lips twitched and spread into a smile at the look of terror spreading across the male’s face.

“So you do remember.  I was afraid that you forgotten about me.  About me and us, of what I wanted from you.”

Hands against his chest as Shirou tried to push him away and while the heavyweight was strong, he only tightened his grip on that pale neck, watching the flinch of pain.  Keeping the male’s head facing him, he leaned in and bit down on Shirou’s lower lip, reveling in the cry of pain.  The metallic taste of blood on his tongue, turning him on even more so than the scent of fear that the male’s body was giving off.  ”I worked so hard to come back, back to you.”  Trailing his tongue along the side of Shirou’s jaw, nipping at soft skin before pulling back to glare at his captive before he released his tight grip on the heavyweight’s throat and stepped back to eye what he wanted to take.

He knew it was a mistake to let go of the male, but he wanted to watch as Shirou stiffened, standing to his full height.  Wanted to see the reaction he would receive.  ”So, you’re going to make this interesting-” His words died when he saw it, eyes flickered around the male’s body, taking in everything that he missed.  He could fully see it now, could feel his soul yearning for the proud creature.  To dominate and take what was his given right.  ”Just like I remembered.”

Body tensing, reaching for Shirou just as the male shoved and pushed him out of the way.  Spinning on his heels, he cursed under his breath as he followed, catching the wolf before he made it to the front door.  Hand reaching out, fingers curled and found their mark, slamming the heavyweight against the wall while his fingers curled around dark hair.  Tightening his grasp on dark hair as he pulled the male back, jerking his head to an awkward angle.

“You don’t seem to be so happy to see me, not after all the hard work I went through to get to you.  Do you know what kind of hell you and your goddamned pack put me through?”  His grip tightened further, pulling at the soft hair while the one before him tried to cover up the sound of pain.  ”You don’t, do you?  Laughing and enjoying yourselves while I suffered.  Well, not anymore.” He chuckled to himself, looking forward to what he was going to do. “I bet you didn’t know that I’ve been watching you for a while now, following you and watching. But for all of that, I’ve been planning and plotting. While I was away, I met some characters, those who will help me get what I want.”

Pulling his soon to be bitch away from the wall while with his free hand, reaching and placing the plam of his hand against Shirou’s back. Pushing and forcing the unwilling heavyweight up the steps of the stairs, a warning sound from his chest when the male struggled against his hand. “I’m not letting you go now, not when I gathered everything that I need.” Pressing himself flush against the back, letting his captive feel him fully. Rubbing himself against the body. “I know all about your second child. Crocodile, isn’t she? And what about that mixed blooded child you have? I wonder if he remembers me.” His voice trailed off, remembering the way the young boy had foiled his plans. Allowing his prey to escape and his chance to sire a pure blooded wolf. Feelings of disgust rose up, swirling with the need to get back at what was done to him. The struggling that Shirou made intentisified, attempting to pull away from him.

“So that’s getting you all riled up, the threat of your two children.”  He spat, disgusted by the thought of his soon to be bitch worried about those two impure offspring.  ”You shouldn’t worry about them, I’ve got such big plans for them.  A few of my colleagues like them young.  One even likes them really young, and would love to get a chance to get his hands on either one of your precious children. His head dipped, licking at the pale skin of the juncture of Shirou’s neck, biting down before releasing his hold on Shirou’s neck. “In fact, if I were to send them pictures of your two little ones, I’m sure there would be dozens of offers to take them and, well, mold them to their liking.” The body stiffened under his hand, clencing it into a fist and grabbed the material of the shirt and forced him to move.

A hard shove forward, stumbling forward when the sound of a phone ringing caught his attention. He knew that ring so well. Knowing that he didn’t have much of a chance if he didn’t take this, he shoved Mikkel agains the railing of the stairs, never bothering to pause and see if his shove had knocked the male over. Taking the stairs two at a time, landing hard before taking off towards his cellphone. Hand reaching out, fumbling and managing to open it. Fingers on the button, the weight of a body slamming into his and the harsh growl and the pain of being knocked to the ground. Dropping the phone, he watched in clatter away before turning to look over his shoulder at the creature that stood on him.

Dark fur covered the male, amer eyes narrowed while lips pulled back on his muzzle to reveal long fangs. A hint of a tongue that peaked out to lick at his muzzle, a low growl when he moved. Answering back with one of his own, the shifting of weight as a soul pulled back, revealing the panting and tired male that sat atop of him. The grin that the male wore, the very same one that haunted him in his dreams for so many months seemed to tell himw hat he feared the most.

“Now, I think I like you like this.” A voice, almost a hiss while a hand slipped down his back. Pressure against his the middle of his back moved further up, pushing his chest against the floor while the hand slipped further down the back of his pants then inside. Struggling to pull himself from under his assailant, knees digging into his sides warned him while the sound of “Tsk, tsk” reached his ears. “You ought to be greatful to me, giving you all of my attention.” The sound of rustling and a click, sharp pain across his lower back while the sound of a clothing being torn. Biting his lip to hold back the cry of pain, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurt, the words from above him told him how futile his try was. “If you hadn’t of struggled, I wouldn’t have had to hurt you.”

Movement against his back, the stinging of fingers touching the cut, knowing that it must be deep enough to cover fingers with plenty of blood. “I always imagined that you would be sweet and the taste of your blood tells me so,” A breath against his ear, the sharp stinging of his ear being bitten before a shift again. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you. Can’t wait to hear you cry out and move against me. To see you in pain. I do have to warn you, it’s going to hurt later one.”

The sound of liquid being poured and the sudden pressure of a cloth against his mouth and nose. Struggling to breath, the sound of a sigh of satisfaction was the last thing he heard before he slipped into unconsciousness.

Mikkel stared down at his unconscious captive, his expression blank while his mind raged at him.  He knew this would be a perfect time to undress and fuck Shirou.  Cover him in his scent, mark him as his territory.  As his bitch.  His hand reached out, through the dripping blood along the pale back and to the edge of the pants the male wore.  It would be so easy to slip those pants away and do what he wanted.  He never knew that the cellphone that was knocked out of Shirou’s hand was answered.  Never knew that what happened between him and the one below him was over heard by the person on the other end.  He knew none of this, only preoccupied with the thought of getting back what he attempted to claim years ago.