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hbyrde36 · 10 months

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No Vacancy

Chapter 6: Guest Relations

WC: 4465 | R: Explicit | CH: 6/12 | AO3 | Now Complete!

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*STEVE*

“Well, I'm sorry you wasted so much of your time on me.”

Eddie’s words reverberated in Steve’s head as he watched him turn and walk away back down to the beach.

He wanted to follow, to fight for what he’d seen in the other man’s eyes in the seconds before they’d kissed. He was almost sure now that Eddie liked him back.

It made the rejection that much more painful.

He spun on his heel and made his way back to the Buckingham alone, replaying the entire thing over and over again in his mind along the way. He was a little angry, a lot hurt, but also so, so fucking confused.

It just didn’t make any sense.

In hindsight it was obvious now that Eddie had been jealous when he’d seen him and Danny together the night before. That’s why he was so mad—so flustered— enough to flee the motel at the crack of dawn just to avoid seeing him. And when Steve kissed him, Eddie kissed back.

Oh god how he had kissed back.

Naively, Steve had thought that was it—it was finally happening!

But no, Eddie pushed him away, literally and figuratively, and now he was left to wonder if he’d somehow misread everything.

He couldn’t deny that Eddie was, at the very least, physically attracted to him. That much had become abundantly clear in the last few minutes. But maybe that was all it was, and all of Steve’s talk about caring, and being worried, and feelings had freaked him out.

Steve hoped to sneak past the motel's front office and make it to his room without running into anyone, and by anyone he meant Robin, but of course she spotted him through the glass front doors and came running out to greet him, hands waving like he might have somehow missed her.

He took a deep breath and tried to school his features into something that he hoped looked a little less devastated than he currently felt, but must have failed in his attempt spectacularly because one look at him made her own face fall.

“Are you alright?” She asked, wringing her hands.

He blew out a long breath, dropped his gaze to the ground as a wry chuckle falling from his lips. He didn’t have the energy to lie to her.

“Not really.”

“What happened? Did you see Eddie?”

“Yeah,” he whispered softly, looking back up at her with a sad half smile. “Yeah, I saw him.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve knew how much Robin loved him, that she would do anything to make him feel better, but he wasn’t ready for any of that yet. He didn’t want to do this—didn’t want to explain what an idiot he'd been. He just wanted to slink off and hide under a rock somewhere for eight to twelve hours and feel sorry for himself.

Sometime soon he was sure he’d love to sit with her and overanalyze as they drank a few bottles of red wine and had a good cry about it.

But not right now.

“Not really, if that’s okay. I think I just want to be alone for a while.”

“Of course that’s okay,” She said, stepping into him and wrapping her arms around his waist the way he knew she’d wanted to do since she’d first laid eyes on him.

He hugged her back, breathing her in as the two of them stood in the middle of the parking lot holding each other, uncaring of the world around them. Eventually Steve pulled back, dropping a kiss on her head before they stepped apart.

“Call me if you change your mind,” She rushed out as he moved to leave. “I have ice cream in the freezer and I can be at your door in two minutes flat.”

“I will.”

It wasn’t really a lie. He would call her if he changed his mind, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen.

What he really needed was some sleep. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained—thankful that he had another day off tomorrow. The thought reminded him of the conversation they’d had at dinner the other night and he felt like an asshole for not bringing it up sooner.

“Did you ask Chrissy about tomorrow night yet?”

“No, that’s…” Robin waved a hand dismissively. “It's dumb. I'd rather just forget it.”

“Robin!” He leveled her with an unimpressed look, a little less sharp than usual but he was doing his best. “You have to go talk to her right now—I’m serious.”

“No, I'm serious.” She said, shaking her head. “I’m not gonna ask you to watch the desk after all this.”

“Oh my god, for the last time you didn’t ask, I offered! And it doesn’t matter what’s happened, I can still watch the place. I want to do it, and if you really want to make me feel better you’ll go on the damn date tomorrow, have a great time, and come back to tell me all about it.”

She sighed, a heavy defeated sound. “That’s a cheap shot. Fine, I’ll ask her in the morning.”

“But-”

“Don’t push it, Harrington.”

Steve pulled out all the stops—raised eyebrows, hands on his hips, foot tapping the pavement impatiently.

“Don’t give me that shit,” Robin mumbled under her breath. “Look, the sooner I ask her, the more time I'll have to freak out about the actual date, so I figure, why not put it off as long as possible?”

“But you’re already freaking out.”

Her eyes narrowed, arms crossing over her chest. “Don’t stand there and attack me with logic.”

“Alright, alright. You do what you want. I’ll come down in the afternoon to see how it went and you can show me whatever I need to know to keep the motel afloat in your absence.”

“Not much you need to know to cover for me for two hours, but sure, I’ll see you then.”

Steve smiled at her, or tried to at least, and walked off towards the stairs to the second floor.

The room was dark when he got in, the sun having set while he spoke to Robin and he hadn’t bothered to leave a light on for himself when he left.

He didn’t bother turning one on now either.

He stripped down, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor and threw himself into bed, face buried deep in the pillows, and screamed into them until his throat was hoarse and he eventually cried himself to sleep.

In Steve’s dream someone was playing with his hair, carding their hand through it in the most soothing way. People were always afraid to touch his hair. They assumed he’d be mad at it getting messed up because of the time and effort he put into it every day, but it was one of his favorite comforts.

He stirred from sleep gradually, confused when the fingers running over his scalp didn’t disappear with the rest of the dream, and blinked his eyes open, surprised to find someone sitting on the edge of his bed.

No, not—someone.

“Eddie?”

The hand moved from his hair down to caress his cheek, with a touch so gentle it made his eyes sting. He let out a quiet gasp and nuzzled into it without thinking.

“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot, and I'm so sorry.” Eddie said softly.

Steve couldn’t believe what he was seeing, much less what he was hearing. It wasn’t real—it couldn’t be..

“Is this a dream?”

Eddie leaned down, resting his forehead against Steve’s as they breathed each other in. Their noses brushed, lips almost touching.

“No, Steve. Not a dream. I… shit.” Eddie cursed, pulling back “I-I don’t know how to do this.”

The air that surrounded them, so thick with tension, caught in Steve’s throat. “Do what?”

“Talk.”

With that one little word something in Steve snapped.

Eddie was probably right, until they talked he would have no idea what any of this meant, or what had changed the other man’s mind and brought him, not just back to their room but into Steve's bed, but for once in his goddamn life he didn’t want to talk. He barely wanted to think.

He just wanted Eddie.

Steve swept his covers aside revealing that he was lying there dressed only in a pair of thin boxers and rested a hand on Eddie’s knee, slowly sliding it up his thigh as he sat up, bringing their faces close together once more.

“Maybe we don’t have to talk. Not yet.” He said, gaze dipping down to Eddie’s lips as licked across his own.

Eddie groaned, a deep rumbling sound in his chest. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

It probably wasn’t—it definitely wasn’t but Steve was like a man possessed.

“Do you want me?” Steve asked, nails digging in where his fingers still played along Eddie’s thigh.

“Steve.” Eddie whispered his name, making the word sound like a cross between a warning and a prayer.

“Do. You. Want. Me?” Steve asked again, more insistent this time, and released his grip on Eddie's leg to skim up under his t-shirt, fingers brushing over the trail of hair on his lower stomach.

Eddie tensed, sucking in a harsh, shuddering breath. “Of course I fucking want you,” he practically growled, reaching out to grasp Steve by the wrist. Not stopping him or pushing him away, just holding him there.

“I think I’ve always wanted you.”

The last was said so softly, in such contrast, as if he hadn’t really meant to say it aloud. Steve let the words wash over and through him, not ready to think about what they may or may not mean, before surging forward, at last closing the short distance between them to crash their lips together.

All that mattered right now was this moment, the feeling of Eddie’s mouth on his, their bodies pressed together, Eddie’s nails scratching lightly down his back.

Steve tugged roughly on the front of Eddie’s shirt and leaned back, trying to guide the other man down on top of him, but Eddie resisted, breaking the kiss.

“I’m gonna to get sand all over your bed,” he panted.

Steve sat back up, taking Eddie's earlobe between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make him gasp.

“Oh?” Steve breathed, letting out a hot puff of air against the other man’s ear, and felt him shiver. “I guess you’ll just have to take your clothes off then.”

Eddie swallowed, audibly. “Jesus Christ.”

Then he was pulling back to stand, and while Steve sat perched on the edge of the bed gazing up at him, Eddie quickly tugged his shirt up and over his head, revealing an expanse of pale chest and torso decorated with intricate black and gray artwork.

Steve was on his feet in an instant, circling. He’d seen Eddie shirtless before but had never allowed himself to really see and admire him properly

Tonight, he would look his fill.

Some of the tattoos were familiar, the bats and puppet master pieces on his arm were always on display of course, but set up high on his chest just below his collarbone was a demon skull with dead eyes and tendrils of dark stringy hair flying around its head, and a large terrifyingly realistic black widow spider. Steve could remember catching glimpses of those back when the two men were still in school together, on the rare occasion Eddie would actually show up for gym class and be forced to change in the boys locker room with everyone else.

The rest was less familiar—a creeping pattern of darkly inked vines and wild roses that began on his right side just under his ribs. They trailed across his back, snaking down and around to the other side of his body over the front of his left hip. The flower buds were all different sizes and in various states of bloom and decay, but it was the bloodied thorns speckled throughout, the only spots of color on Eddie’s body, that grabbed Steve's attention the most. He traced the intricate lines and swirls with his fingertips, following their path along Eddie’s skin to where it eventually disappeared into the waistband of his pants, letting his hand rest lightly on Eddie’s fly.

Done examining, at least for now, Steve kissed a trail up the column of Eddie's throat as he quickly worked the other man’s belt buckle open, popped the button on his jeans, and dipped his hand in, wrapping his palm around Eddie’s hot, hard length for the very first time.

Eddie moaned and wound his fingers through the hair on the nape of Steve's neck, gripping it tight and forcing his head back. Steve’s mouth dropped open in surprise, the hint of pain making his entire body flushing with heat. Then Eddie's lips were on his, his tongue forcing its way inside as if he needed to taste him again more than he needed air.

Steve began to slowly stroke Eddie’s cock as best he could inside the confines of his jeans, pulling a whine from his throat that Steve swallowed down greedily. He loved how responsive Eddie was to his touch, yearned to hear what other sounds he might be able to coax out of the man with his efforts, but Eddie didn’t let it go on for long.

Without breaking their kiss, Eddie forced him back, until the back of Steve’s knees hit the bed, sending him tumbling down to the mattress. Eddie shoved his jeans down to his ankles, kicking out of them in a rush before climbing up onto the bed, cock swinging heavy between his legs, his body hovering over Steve’s. Eddie kissed his mouth once, an almost innocent brushing of lips compared to what they’d been doing so far, but quickly abandoned Steve's mouth to explore the rest of him.

Eddie kissed, and licked, and bit his way down the length of Steve's body, starting with the delicate skin of his neck, and ending with a scrape of teeth along his hip bone just above the waistband of his boxers.

Meeting Steve’s eyes as though asking permission—as if Steve would deny him anything—Eddie slipped his fingers into the elastic on either side of Steve’s waist and waited, the patient expression on his face belied only by hunger in his gaze. Steve nodded eagerly and Eddie wasted no time yanking the boxers off and tossing them aside, the last strip of clothing between them, setting Steve’s own achingly hard cock springing free.

Eddie stared for a moment, something like reverence in his gaze, before returning to his work, sucking a bruise into the skin of his inner thigh, carefully avoiding the one area Steve was most desperate to be touched.

Steve whined, squirming even as Eddie kept a tight grip on his hips, urging him to remain still.

It was too much, watching Eddie with his head nestled between his legs, practically worshiping him, but he still wanted more. Steve bucked, and thrashed, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

He wanted Eddie to just touch him, already. He needed more, he needed him to–

“Fuck me,” Steve cried out, the words tumbling out of his mouth without his permission, desperate and whoreish even to his own ears.

Eddie paused his movements, his eyes cast down, lips still pressed to Steve’s skin. “What did you say?”

“Please,” Steve begged, past caring about how he must sound. “Please, I-I need you—need you to fuck me.”

Eddie looked up, wide eyed and mumbling something to himself.

Steve only caught the words “I knew” and “dangerous.” He didn’t know what that meant, and he honestly didn’t care because a second later Eddie wrapped his plush lips around the head of his cock and and sank down, taking Steve’s full length all the way to the back of his throat in one go.

In the morning he might be embarrassed, worried they'd been overheard, but in the moment Steve moaned, loud and completely unrestrained, heedless of the amount of noise they were making when it felt this good. Eddie hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head at a slow pace as he smoothed his hands up and down Steve’s calves and thighs. The touch was tender, affectionate, and that feeling of too much and yet not enough came bubbling back up in his chest with a vengeance.

Steve continued to beg, a chorus of “please, please, please” falling from his lips even as Eddie’s mouth brought him closer and closer to the edge of coming. When he was reduced to a wordlessly babbling, panting mess, Eddie finally pulled off, working him by hand while he grabbed a nearby pillow, sliding it under Steve’s hips.

Eddie dove back in, but not to take Steve’s cock back into his mouth. He moved lower, and using both hands to pull Steve's ass cheeks apart, spat directly on his hole.

The feel of it had Steve throwing his head back, mouth slack and wide open as a wanton sound was ripped from his throat that he would swear he'd never made before. His dick twitched and his whole body shuddered with it. He had no idea that being spit on was something he’d be into, but the evidence was damning. He felt hot all over, his skin on fire, and for something that should have been gross, it was anything but.

Eddie huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to Steve’s knee as he spread the rapidly cooling saliva around the puckered skin of his entrance, before pushing the tip of one finger inside.

It wasn’t until Eddie had worked the digit in past his knuckle and the slightly cold metal grazed Steve’s rim that he realized Eddie still had his rings on–and fuck, that really did something for him too. Steve whimpered, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood—so desperate to be filled that when Eddie added a second finger, he flung his hands back flat against the headboard, using it as leverage to push himself down, trying to fuck himself on Eddie’s hand harder.

“Easy,” Eddie whispered, pressing lips to his leg again. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

He continued to kiss a line down Steve’s inner thigh, all the way to the place he was pumping his fingers in and out of at a torturously slow pace, and ran his tongue along the edge of Steve’s hole, letting more split trickle down to ease the glide.

Steve’s eyes rolled back as he felt a third finger work its way inside, shouting when at the same time Eddie took hold of his cock again, licking a wide stripe from the base to the tip before swallowing it down.

While the first two digits had entered him easily, the last had Steve feeling the burning stretch that he craved, and he reveled in it—sinking into the pleasurable pain.

He felt the world around him go quiet in the way it sometimes did when he had really great sex. The whole universe narrowed down to the warmth enveloping him and the fingers inside him, and for just a moment he thought—even if this was only a one time thing, it might just be worth having a broken heart for the rest of his life if he got to have this, here and now, tonight.

It wasn’t long before Steve felt himself relax, could feel how Eddie was able to plunge in and out of him freely now. He was ready, he was so fucking ready, and he couldn’t stop himself from making high needy sounds to spur the other man on.

Eddie made soothing noises in return, saying softly, “I know, I know you’ve been so patient. I’ve got you, you’re going to get everything you want, I promise.”

Steve winced a little at the empty feeling as Eddie eased his fingers free, leaning off the side of the bed to reach for their shared nightstand, quickly retrieving a condom and bottle of lube—Steve's judging by the color of the bottle. He sat back on his heels, tearing the packet open with his teeth, never looking away from Steve’s face as he rolled the condom down over himself.

Steve waited to be told to flip over, or a nudge to his hip, a not-so-subtle indication that it was time for him to turn and assume the usual position, but it never came. Eddie smoothed his hands over Steve’s thighs again, the same loving touch he’d given him before, and then took his own cock in hand, giving it a few lazy strokes before lining himself up with Steve’s entrance. Inch by inch Eddie pushed inside, hiking Steve’s legs up and falling forward, bracketing Steve's body with his hands on either side.

Oh.

Steve fought not to let it show, what he was feeling. He hadn’t expected them to do this face to face. He’d been prepped a similar way before, but found guys usually wanted to fuck him from behind.

It was incredibly intimate like this. Staring into each other's eyes from inches away while Eddie made gentle shallow thrusts felt a lot more like making love than fucking—and that, more than anything, was going to ruin him, Steve was sure, but he couldn't stop it now. Wouldn’t give this up, no matter the cost.

As Eddie finally bottomed out he leaned down, capturing Steve's lips with his own for a moment, and pressed their foreheads together again, just like he had when Steve first woke up. He eased his hips back slowly, only to snap them forward again, hard and fast, punching a shout out of Steve's chest, a sound that Eddie swallowed down as he slotted their mouths back together again.

They never stopped kissing, even as Eddie pounded into him, harder and faster, nailing that sweet spot inside him with every stroke, until Steve was brought right to the brink.

He was close—so fucking close and Eddie hadn’t laid so much as a finger on his dick since they’d started going at it.

Eddie was close too, Steve could feel it in the way his cock pulsed inside and the rocking of his hips became more and more erratic.

And then Eddie did break the kiss, pulling back just enough to reach a hand between their bodies and jerk Steve off. It felt amazing, but the relief of finally getting friction on his poor neglected cock, was overshadowed by the loss of Eddie’s lips. He keened, unable to stop the sound from escaping his throat, but before he could even be embarrassed about how needy and clingy he must sound, Eddie was there, feeding at his mouth like a starving man.

Maybe needy did it for him.

“Are you close, baby?” Eddie murmured into his mouth, not daring to break their kiss again to ask.

Baby.

“Yes,” Steve gasped. “So fucking close.”

Eddie kept slamming into him as they panted into each other's mouths, not so much kissing really as sharing breath and rubbing their lips together, but it was enough, and after two final powerful thrusts Steve was coming hard—his vision whiting out as he shot off in hot, thick spurts between them. Eddie followed him over the edge straight after, cock pulsing inside while Steve’s walls clenched down around him.

Steve never felt Eddie pull out, never noticed him leave as he floated on the high of the most intense release he’d ever felt. The next thing he knew, Eddie was walking back to the bed, a damp rag in his hand to clean them up.

As Eddie gently swiped the cloth over his chest and stomach Steve came back to himself, and tried not to panic about what happened now. He told himself he’d be fine no matter how things played out. If Eddie climbed back into bed with him to cuddle and sleep it off, then that was great, wonderful, perfect.

And if instead he got into his own bed, turned over and went to sleep? That was going to have to be okay too.

When they were as clean as they were going to get without the help of a shower, Eddie threw the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom and crawled back into bed at his side— leaving a deliberate space between them.

They stared at each other over the chasm of inches and it suddenly hit Steve that Eddie was just as afraid of what came next as he was.

He saw his own fear and anxiety reflected back at him through big brown eyes—and the tightness in Eddie's body that disappeared when they began fooling around had returned, even worse than before.

Steve pulled his lip between his teeth, watching as Eddie followed the movement—and he didn’t know who moved first but they crossed that invisible line at the same time, wrapping each other up in a tangle of arms and legs that left him wondering where he ended and Eddie began. Not sure he cared to ever figure it out.

They laid together, unspeaking, in the quiet dark for a long time, while Eddie stroked his hair and kissed his temple so many times that he lost count. Eventually Steve’s eyes slipped shut, and it would have been all too easy to drift off surrounded with all that comfort, but they still hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room.

Steve forced his eyes open, shifting so he could see Eddie's face clearly. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth to speak, and let out a huge yawn instead, somehow still managing to get the words in the end. “Why did you come back?”

Eddie smiled sadly, cupping his cheek, tracing what Steve imagined were dark circles under his eyes with his thumb. “You’re tired. We can talk tomorrow.”

Steve wanted to argue but Eddie was right, they were both exhausted.

“Will you still be here in the morning?”

“Of course. I mean, I do live here, Stevie.”

Steve smiled, pretty sure mild teasing was a good sign.

He settled back down into Eddie’s side, rubbing his cheek against the sparse hair on his chest, accepting that their talk could wait, but he still wanted to be clear.

“You know what I mean. Will you be here, in this bed, with me.”

“I will. I’m not going anywhere, Steve. I promise.”

“And we’ll talk?” Steve asked, voice gone softer than a whisper as his eyes fell closed again, sleep pulling at him in a way he could no longer fight.

“Yeah baby,” Eddie replied just as softly, pressing lips to the top of his head. “We'll talk as much as you want.”

Chapter 7

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annagehtdichnenkeksan · 7 months

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚

part 3 (sorry, English is not my main Language)

With a trembling heart Visenya walk up and down in her bedchamber. The king landed this afternoon on Driftmark. She don't even dare to look out of the window, which gives her good view on Vhagar who sleeps peacefully on the sandy ground. A brother of hers, Lucerys, whom she has never met was killed by this beast. The face of the young woman twists into a grimace. What an atrocious death. He was only fourteen, four years younger than Visenya is now. Jacaerys was sixteen when he found his death. With a shudder she realizes that she is older than her big brothers have ever became. How long will the king stay. Baela hammered it in her head that Visenya is ill and needs to stay in her room, so the 'one-eyed cunt' has to fuck off.

Impatiently Aemond drums his fingers on the table. Rhaena and Baela remain silent at him. Does the stupid brat have to be sick again? Maybe it would be more relaxed if there sits someone at the table who wasn't involved in this bloody war. "It is late" Baela's firm words cut through the silence. "You should rest, if you want to leave tomorrow morning, my king" Aemond smirked at the forced out words at the end. She hates it when she has to call him that. And he loves it that she hates it. "Of course dear cousin" his deceptively flattering words, make her roll her eyes. "But only after I wished my beloved niece a speedy recovery" with that words the faces of his cousins become pale. The king narrows his eyes suspiciously. What kind of intrigue are these old, degenerate crows up to again? Baela is the first to regain her words. "She is ill" "I am aware of that. That's why I want to wish her a speedy recovery" his firm words leave no place for excuses. Baela looks at her sister for help, but she looks equally desperate. While the sisters guide the king to the chambers of their younger sister, both sending prayers to both the Seven and the Valyrian gods, that the girl just lay in her bed and pretend to be ill so they don't have to come up with a new story of her miraculous recovery.

Visenya took her meal in her rooms. What a boring evening. But at least the ugly one-eye will piss off tomorrow. A knock at her door makes her to tense up. Who is this at this late hour? "Visenya, are you awake" Rhaena's voice is trembling and thin. "Well it seems she is asleep already, we should leave her alone" babbles Baela. Yawning, she runs to the door. "I'm awake, what do yo..." Her words got stuck in her throat, when she opens the door and a tall, slender man with an eyepatch and a bitter gaze stand behind her sisters.

A young woman opened the door. Her white hair was tied together in a loose braid that falls over her chest. She was tall grown and has a female curvy build. She doesn't really look like either of her parents. Thanks to the gods. Her gentle facial features paired with her noble expression makes him enthralled. But he truly was carried away when he look directly into her eyes. Those mismatching, clear eyes with their long lashes captured him, and he makes no attempt to escape.

Two years. He let her rot two years in this pathetic place when she already could be his wife, his queen and even the mother of his children. No it wasn't his fault. His scheming cousins always come up with some stupid excuses. Here his bride stands, healthy and robust. With a murderous expression, he fixes them with his gaze "You wanted to hide her from me"

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thewhumpcaretaker · 4 months

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⚜ 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒱𝐼: 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒾𝓇 ⚜

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ ✧.*★ Thank you again to @evren-sadwrn for the beta read!

TW: nightmare, crying, John and Vincent arguing even worse than usual thoughts of violence, grief

Author's Note: There's a huge block of French at one point and it is, as usual, from Google Translate. Feel free to let me know if there are errors!

Summary: The journey towards The Elder begins. John and Vincent are stuck together on a long, long flight, with too much time for brooding about the future.

Vincent was standing over a ravine.

All around, the world tumbled with a moving darkness, a whirlwind of nighttime blizzard that drowned out the light of any moon or stars. He felt some terrible lurch inside himself and leaned forward, to watch his heart pour out of his chest, whole and horrifically drenched in blood. He watched helplessly as it tumbled down into the vast, invisible darkness.

But for some reason, it did not horrify him. He felt, within himself, that it continued beating, that it did not make impact on the rocks below, but instead must be soaring as some surreal bird throbbing with crimson flesh, immune to the perils of the fall. And so he continued walking slowly, trancelike, down the length of that ravine, flooded with a strange happiness…

It was blearily early when Vincent was awoken with a kiss. And it was good that he was, because any other manner of awakening would have allowed the claws of unmerciful consciousness to sink too quickly into him. As it was, a jolt of remembered misery sunk deep into the pit of his chest, making him turn his face into the pillow in protest against the lamp as it switched on.

His whole body was sore, a minefield of injuries with almost nowhere that he could safely put pressure without causing pain. His mind felt the same way. Don’t think about Chidi. Don’t think about the plan. Don’t think about the home you’ve lost. Don’t think about what could happen today. John was the only safe place to rest his mind, and his voice was the only safe sensory input. “Let’s get up,” he said, beautiful and rich and gravelly with sleep. “I’m sorry. We have to go.”

“What time is it?”

“Five AM.”

“Oh, tu plaisantes. Va te faire foutre. [Oh, you have to be kidding. Fuck off.]”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. The Marquis sighed, and pushed himself upright. John was standing over him, already dressed. At least he looked good. They’d executed Vincent’s suit design exceptionally, given the time frame. “They dropped these off a while ago.”

He brightened a little after seeing his own suit laid out on the other bed. He attempted to get to his feet, nearly buckled, and found John’s arms around his waist from behind. “Easy. I’ll bring it to you.”

“John, how exactly am I supposed to climb a mountain today?”

“You’re not. We climb a mountain tomorrow. The flight has gotta be at least 18 hours.”

He groaned. Don’t think about that either. Think about John. Think about last night… John was buttoning his new shirt with sure and gentle fingers that set his heart racing as they brushed close to his chest. But he was still in a mood. “This will be wrinkled by the time we get there,” he complained.

John paused. “I didn’t consider that. I just assume mine will be…disposable. Let’s put you in that T-shirt again.” Vincent felt momentarily like a little doll as John started unbuttoning the shirt as quickly as he’d buttoned it, ever ready to please.

Vincent caught his hands in place before he could get any further. He tsked at John’s overeagerness. “No, I’ll keep the shirt and just leave the vest and coat for later. I prefer to be in formal clothes today.” Despite the confidence of his words, he couldn’t meet John’s eyes. He needed all possible courage for the flight, especially if he’d have to face more of Belle’s associates. God, the episode in the food court…by now they must all know…don’t think about it, don’t think about it…

“Formal clothes it is, then.” John caught that look and tilted up his chin. For a second, he felt pinned by those dark eyes and was expecting some overly gentle remark that would just make him feel worse. But instead, John just left his head tilted up, as if he’d adjusted it into the proper position the way one might tuck in a strand of hair. And then he continued dressing him without missing a beat.

The feeling of John’s powerful hands sliding the slacks up over his thighs was matched only by his fingers pressing the button through its slit while gazing straight at his lips. He rode a surge of lust for a moment before coming back to himself.

Another crash of full body pain hit him as the pleasure withdrew. “The painkillers from yesterday have worn off. Let’s get more before leaving.”

John eyed him with a depth of concern that made dead things bloom inside him. “Alright.” Thank god.

After collecting another dose, they left Dog in the Mall’s capable care and proceeded to the carousel, escorted by a guard with a key. An access door brought them out of the mall’s gaudy, colorful interior into the sobering darkness of a tunnel lined in flagstone. Vincent’s nerves began buzzing as they were led through a labyrinth of lifts and conveyor belts, finally emerging from a manhole onto the tarmac of the Newark Liberty International Airport. The early light was dimmed and fuzzy, spreading in purples over a dreary, overcast sky. It was raining – not enough to muss his hair, thank goodness, but in tiny, fitful droplets that filled the open space exposed to the airport’s picture windows in the distance.

“Move quickly,” John whispered. It did nothing to calm him. His heart was going haywire all the way from the manhole to the steps of the private plane. He nearly tripped as they climbed up the boarding stairs, and was grateful that John’s hand shot to his waist, steadying him instantly.

But the Bowery knew what they were doing. It was a distance of only a few paces, and they boarded without incident. They were the only passengers, aside from the pilot and flight attendant, who would take them clear from New Jersey to Pakistan, with a stop for refueling on the way. Only once they were airborne did Vincent give the name of their destination. The pilot whistled, and said he’d get them to the closest airport where they’d have to transfer to a helicopter that would take them closer.

Vincent settled in on quilted leather across from John, with a small table between them, and fussed over the raindrops that had touched his sleeves. They were in luxurious seats, such as he was used to. They were on their way to see the Elder. Everything was good. Why did he feel such a clawing angst inside him? He forced his hands to drop into his lap and rested against the window as the plane began to climb, up through a ripple of turbulence and then clear above a sea of grey, where the sun bled through in rays of gold.

“We’re on our way,” John remarked. His voice was flat but by now, Vincent could tell when he was trying to cheer him up.

“You’re staring,” he said coldly.

“I like your suit. Even when you’re not wearing all of it.”

He couldn’t help smiling. “…I like yours. Especially when you’re not wearing any of it.”

John was too pleased to respond and didn’t seem to know how to arrange his face. Maybe this flight wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, it might even be too short. “We should use this time to plan.”

“Aren’t we just going to threaten him? What is there to plan?”

“A threat is a carefully crafted structure. It has parts, John: the demand, the proposed consequences, the proof of capability to follow through, and the anticipation of responses.” He counted them off on his fingers. “Don’t tell me you went to the Elder without talking points in mind?”

John shrugged.

“Well, I find it’s wise to be a little more organized.”

“Did you do this before coming to me?”

“Yes,” he said, smug. “As you can see, it’s quite effective.”

“…Right.”

Vincent rang for the flight attendant and requested a notebook. For the next several hours, he occupied himself with running through scenarios in his head and jotting down conversation flowcharts as the sky brightened. This gradually devolved into drawing the shapes of the clouds, the infinitely complex spires and monuments and palaces of a shining royal city that stretched horizon to horizon like a marble tabletop. There were the sprawling rose gardens, the new coliseum, the barracks, the pleasure domes. The royal tomb. The sun presided as an immovable, solitary star above his kingdom. His kingdom, the High Table. His kingdom, that had killed Chidi…that had almost killed John.

Such is the way of things, he told himself. He had never balked at losing a Myrmadon before.

He looked up at John, who had fallen asleep across from him, and suddenly wished he were awake. But then, he was easier to draw this way. Soon enough, John’s face slumbered next to his castle in the air.

He hid the drawing before John woke up for the lunch service.

“Did you finish your talking points?”

“All but the rebuttals.” Ah yes…it was that point at which he started to daydream. He couldn’t quite imagine what to do if the Elder flat out refused them.

“I still don’t see why we need a rebuttal. He says no, we kill him.”

“And with him, all chance of reinstatement. I grow tired of your obstinance, John.” But his words lacked their usual sharpness.

“Please.” The gravity of his tone stopped Vincent seconds away from a mediocre bite of steak. “This may be our final chance to have this conversation. Please don’t make me kill you.”

Now it was time for sharpness. He set down his fork in silence, dabbed at his mouth unnecessarily, and set down the napkin too. “Comment oses-tu putain. [How fucking dare you.]”

John opened his mouth but he was too quick.

“Non, tu m'écoutes. Après tout ce que j'ai enduré pour toi, après chaque tentative de te plier à ta putain de volonté manipulatrice, tu me dis que tu veux ma mort si je n'obéis pas exactement à tes ordres. Tu fais semblant de te soucier de moi. « Inconditionnellement », avez-vous dit. Se féliciter d'avoir supporté l'insupportable marquis de Gramont. Oh, comme c'est inconditionnel ! Inconditionnel tant que je vis comme tu veux que je vive, déracine toute ma vie pour être qui tu veux que je sois. Comment suis-je censé concilier cela ? Je vais vous dire comment : je ne peux pas, parce que c’est l’œuvre d’un hypocrite. Vous êtes un ÉCHEC en tant qu’amant. Vous êtes un raté et un hypocrite. [No, you listen to me. After everything I went through for you, after every attempt to bend to your manipulative fucking will, you tell me you want me dead if I don’t do your exact bidding. You pretend to care about me. ‘Unconditionally,’ you said. Patting yourself on the back for putting up with the insufferable Marquis de Gramont. Oh, how unconditional! Unconditional as long as I live as you want me to live, uproot my entire life to be who you want me to be. How am I supposed to reconcile that? I’ll tell you how: I can’t, because it’s the work of a hypocrite. You are a FAILURE as a lover. You are a failure and a hypocrite.]”

“Tu me demandes de te laisser tuer mes amis. [You’re asking me to let you kill my friends.]”

“Ne suis-je pas ton ami!? [Am I not your friend!?]” He was almost screaming, with tears in his eyes and probably audible to the pilot up front, but there was nothing he could do to stop himself.

“Bien sûr que tu n'es qu'un dieu, Vincent, écoute-toi! [Of course you are but Jesus Christ, Vincent, listen to yourself!]”

He laughed bitterly. “Je te DÉTESTE, Wick ! Tu me fais me sentir à l'abri du jugement, juste pour me moraliser jusqu'à la mort. J'aurais aimé ne jamais t'avoir rencontré. [I HATE you, Wick! You make me feel safe from judgement, just to fucking moralize me straight to death. I wish I’d never met you.]” He regretted these last words instantly, not for their vitriol, but for their admission of vulnerability. His cheeks were burning. He sunk back into the seat and hid his face in his hands.

Silence rang through the cabin around them. “Je vais te donner… un peu d'espace. [I will give you…some space.]” John sounded hoarse. When Vincent pulled his hands away, he was gone, off into the far end of the plane. He did not come back as the day wore on. Not as the water shimmered below them like cold, metallic sheet of beaten silver. Not over Greece. Not over Iraq. Caged in isolation, Vincent’s mind wrecked itself against the bars. Of course John couldn’t be trusted. His mistake was trusting in the first place. No one alive or dead could have ever really cared for him, he had to remember that. Everyone in the world, from top to bottom, cared only for their own glorification. Everyone desired to bend the world under their own dominion, and to make another fall in love with you was just a means to that end. He shook for a very long time, stroking the surface of his High Table ring. Every second seemed unendurable, exhausted but too high-strung to even consider sleep, reeling from one panic attack to the next as the hours passed and the painkillers tapered away. His chest was filled with an emptiness that he wanted only to chase out with a high.

His gut, meanwhile, churned with conflict. He brooded, imagining things he would do to John, but it was useless. It relieved none of his misery, because every imagined satisfaction was tainted with uncertainty, with the secret wish to do the opposite. Was it so unreasonable that John wanted him to turn on the people who had taken so much from both of them? No, it was, it was unreasonable, if it came at the cost of his life. But maybe he’d rather kill The Elder, who was having him hunted. No, no, he’d rather kill John who had betrayed him personally. He felt broken, not just in the sense of being miserable, but in the sense of being divided into two pieces, each flying off in a different direction.

Only by destroying a real object did he grow any calmer. The notebook, with his drawing of John and his drawing of the High Table, formed a shredded pile around him.

All that while, they rode East, into an early, fleeting night followed by morning. When they began to circle the airport, the sun was already shining again, as if the flight was all one interminable day. A voice crackled over the intercom. “Hello folks, we’ll be landing shortly. Just a few matters of business to sort out. Would our two most chipper and cheerful passengers come to the cockpit please?”

This could not be good, but there was nothing for it. He made his way to the cockpit, his limbs stiff from hours of sitting tensed in an adrenaline addled stupor, to see the pilot and flight attendant seated side by side. He bristled as John moved past him to stand at his left. Vincent refused even to look in his direction. When they both felt sufficiently awkward, the pilot spoke. “I’m told you requested Diamox.”

“We did,” said John. It hurt even to hear him speak. Vincent had no idea what that was but wasn’t about to ask John at the moment – all he remembered was John asking for it from the doctor. “Do you have it?”

“We have altitude medication. It’s stronger than Diamox, and fast acting. And a good job you asked for it, because you’ll get sick as hell without it. You’re going to 15,000 ft. But.” A nasty, wicked kind of grin spread over his face. “There’s only one dose.” The flight attendant held up a single pill, grinning too.

“What!?” Vincent had well and truly had it with this day. “That was not our agreement.”

“That’s just too bad, Marquis. Beggers can’t be choosers.”

John made a hateful, inarticulate noise in his throat. “Fine. Vincent, take it. You’re already injured.”

“Ah-ah-ah!” The flight attendant snatched the pill back as Vincent reached for it. “We have instructions from the Belle of the Bowery. Mr. Wick gets the antidote. The Marquis gets nothing.”

Vincent’s heart sunk. She had found a way to kill him, even from another continent. If the altitude on its own didn’t take his life, he would be weakened for the fight.

John stepped forward, furious. “He could die. She promised me he lives.”

“I have my orders. I do not land this plane until Mr. Wick has swallowed that pill. And you can’t kill me, because neither of you can set her down on your own. Take the pill, Wick. Or I turn us around and go back.”

John hesitated, but finally grabbed the pill and swallowed it dry as Vincent watched in horror. He wasn’t aware his heart could break any further, but it did. He’s really letting me die.

The plane began to descend towards the airport in a long half circle that felt like freefall. Vincent clutched at the doorway, sickened and terrified, too drained to truly panic again, but numb. His face was frozen into an emotionless porcelain mask, rendered pointless by the wild eyes staring out of it. After a time, he realized John was speaking to him.

“Vous ne mourrez pas. Vous ne le ferez pas. Je m'en assurerai. [You won’t die. You won’t. I’ll make sure of it.]”

“Non, non, pas jusqu'à ce que tu me tues, bien sûr que non [No, no, not until you kill me, of course not] hahahahahaha...”

“Non, vous n’allez pas mourir. Regardez-moi. [No. You are not going to die. Look at me.]”

Though he didn’t turn his head, his eyes seemed to move against his will, finding John’s. They were burning into him with that commanding softness that said, “I could crush the sorrow out of you with a single touch.” The look from last night, when he swore to take control. John spoke to him as if they were the only two people in the room. “Vincent. Fais-moi confiance. [Vincent. Trust me.]”

And to the devil with this man, but it worked. Something bruised and battered but alive inside him responded. He hated himself every second, but he trusted, repeating the same mistake over again, living in hope for a moment longer. And when John took his face by the jaw and tilted their lips towards each other, he closed the distance.

The pilot swore in disgust.

He felt a pill press into his tongue.

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Blow My Mind

TW: Smut. Oral sex. Language.

SUMMARY: You give JJ his first blowjob.

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*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

Request🤍 reader blowing jj for the first time (not her first ever just the first w jj) and he’s all you don’t have to if you don’t want to but she does it and jj finds out she doesn’t have a gag reflex and he just loses his mind

((Maybe also from jj pov)) love your writing btw

*HI! I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE! HOPE I DO IT JUSTICE! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT! XO*

Blow My Mind

How could I not think about it when her kiss alone made my head spin? Naturally, my mind conjured the idea of those lips traveling lower, those beautiful and full eyes keeping to my reactions as she’d take me to the extent of her reflex. My fingers wrapped in her hair as her cheeks hollowed and she gagged-nope, I didn’t think about it at all…or at least, I tried not to. But every time she straddled me, rising and falling enough to bring that adorable and innocent giggle from behind a contradictingly sinful smirk, the need for more always made me almost desperate. The things I would do for this girl, all for her touch. Even something as stupid as a brush of her fingers running through my hair. Yep…I’m so goddamn whipped…

“JJ?” She called breathlessly from my neck, my eyes having fallen closed in basking in how those small pecks that had begun on my skin were now leaving hickies for everyone to see tomorrow. My lids came open with hesitance as I found her playing with the belt separating me from her, my cock already begging for attention that it seemed she was considering giving.

“Can you take these off-”

“Can I..” I tried to repeat her question for validation as she nodded, my arm lifting her high enough to keep her close while obeying her request. Immediately, her eyes illuminated with eager enlightenment as she would grind against me, her lips returning to my neck, but softer this time, clearly doing so for a purpose while her fingers moved beneath my shirt, gently clawing at my chest. And no matter how hard I tried, those damned groans escaped from my attempts to keep them caged, worsening as she would smirk against my skin, well aware of her affect on me.

When she pulled away, however, there was a specific mischief behind her eyes I’d never seen before. And I was naive enough to believe it still came from a place of such innocence. How could you blame me? The girl blushed whenever sex was mentioned in any other setting, but the second she was alone with me, she was working out every single one of her daddy issues on my body. And me? The willing participant, all too eager to allow her whatever rush she needed.

But this-THIS was too much. The positioning of her to her knees was enough to make me come, my cock twitching at the sight of her preparing for what I’d imagined a thousand times over. Because this was more than sex, there wasn’t anything in it for her. She was doing this for me and I had to repress every natural response my body had long enough for it to be worth my while as I wasn’t sure how often of an occurrence this would be.

“You-you don’t have to, you know…” I spoke with chivalry as she would position her elbows on my knees before pulling me from my boxers.

“I want to, JJ…I want to make you come…” My eyes fought to stay open to her words. Hearing her say them felt so wrong as my body reacted to the breath on my dick, already tearing up for her.

“You’re always so good to me…” She pressed a kiss on its tip, my body jolting forward to the tongue that made this a French kiss, sliding across my slit and forcing more precum to her palate.

“I wanna be good to you…”

“Shit…” I breathed deeply as he rhand came to a wrap at my base, removing this grip long enough to make me naked from the waist down, where she returned to pin my legs with her elbows, with a new flicker of enthusiasm behind her eyes.

“I just want to ask one thing-”

“Oh my God, anything-” I offered, truly willing to go to any lengths necessary for whatever it was she was about to ask for. Even if it would be illegal-which if I was honest, wouldn’t exactly stop me without the promise of what she was offering. But for her, I would do it without a care of what came after. All for her…

She chuckled to my quick and desperate response before explaining her condition.

“I want you to tell me when you come…I want to know that I’m doing a good job…” She ran her fingers up my thighs as I tensed beneath her, my eyes somewhere between closed and in a glare as I could only nod.

The second that she took me between her lips my mind went blank of anything but the sensation. Warm. Wet. A slow succession that quickened as I groaned in approval. Then the most innocent of moans to leave her innocent litlt elips tainted by this action-and I fucking lived for it. I didn’t know what my purpose was in life as the philosophical shit was saved more for Kie and Pope, but at this moment, I know SHE was made for this-for me, and I was made to live in this moment with her.

Her eyes never leaving me as she took me to the depth of her throat, my own gaze waiting for that retching of a gag I had come to expect. But it never came. She didn’t have a goddamn gag reflex! When she saw the surprise on my face when realizing this, she moved faster, taking me completely to my base, only labored breathing and a teary gaze having shown the effect I had on her as I repressed the urge to spill down her throat with every pump.

“Shit…” She nodded, her nails eating into my naked thigh as she didn’t even use her hands. Fuck, she WAS trying to kill me, I was certain of it…But if I were to die…It would be happily, if this were the means to my end.

But I wanted it to last. I needed it to last. To prove something silently between us. But as I attempted to think of the least sexual things I could, every time my cock would be met with a lack of a gag had only taken my fingers harshly against the fabric of the couch. When noticing how I struggled, trying to keep my curses at bay as I groaned into my shoulder, she would lead my hand through your hair.

“Pull it…” She breathed as I was quick to allow my tension to come through this way, still careful to not hurt her, but holding her firm enough to keep the strands from her face.

“Fuck, princess, I’m not gonna last-”

“Good…I want you to come JJ…For me…” Those two words ‘for me’ were always enough to make me risk and relinquish anything if it meant making her happy. But while she was on her knees for me, my cock returned to her throat, I was a man on a mission. Whatever she wanted, she would have. No matter the consequences.

“FUCKING SHIT!” I belted as her mouth suddenly retracted and her tongue ran lines at my balls, painfully heavy and the cock above flexing for the sensation it allowed. A massage of sorts that felt electric to my core. She would retreat when I had begun to tremble, looking up at me with pride, as I pulled her to my lips, needing to thank her, if this had been the only means I could without reciprocation due to my own desperation for continuation.

“Are you close?” I nodded, ashamed as she would stroke me slowly, no need for lubrication as I was weeping for her touch, for mouth, shit, she could probably just look at my cock at this point and I would’ve come for her.

“You don’t have to uhm…I can use my hand to finish-”

“You think I’m done?” She bit her bottom lip, lowering back to my head.

“I’m not done until I swallow, J…I’m thorough…for you…” My eyes rolled as she took me again, this time, relentless and almost angrily as my moans and curses fell in the same accordance to each breath. My fingers held her hair tight as I bucked into her, my head bowing in submission to the rush taking me over. No matter the thoughts I attempted to pull forward to prolong this release, it was rushing too quickly to object.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna come…It’s right-FUCK!” This was heaven. This release. Her capturing it. And me hovering above her to watch her lift with teary eyes made possible by her own ambition made me certain this was heaven. The sound of her swallowing me only added to this, forcing my cock to twitch once again, as she would remain on her knees, an innocent expression now looking up at me as if waiting for me to speak.

“So?”

“What the fuck was that?” She chuckled.

“Did you like it? Was I…okay?”

“Okay?! There isn’t a word for what you are…I’m sure Pope has one but…He’s never gonna find out for himself…” I spoke quickly, not wanting anybody else to know how she felt or looked on her knees. Damn, just the thought made me need her again. But not for my own release, but to give her her own.

“But now…it’s my turn-”

“J!”

“It’s only fair, sweetheart…” And she was laid onto her back, my own task clear, as I revealed her to me and made my own imprint on her memory, and the couch as it was stained in her release in record time…

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otherworldlysinners · 1 year

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@desertgourd

It was a night like any other. Nothing special about it, really. Same with the bar. Same with its customers. A hot spot for the young and lonely, both those trying to change and those who wanted to be. One could dive head first into the crowd or get lost in its anonymity, make friends as quickly as part with them again, if so desired, or simply fill one‘s body up with liquor so high that it would drown out the noise and the music and all your demons along with them. It was a perfect place for people watching, too. A group of young women by the entrance were laughing over their cocktails. All but one, that was, who quietly sipped on a glass of soda and seemed a little out of place at their table. Her gaze drifted through the room like a boat lost at sea, never casting anchor. It drifted past the pool table, where a bearded man in his early thirties just raised the bottle of beer in his hand for a grand welcome to an old friend who had just arrived. The newcomer briefly hugged the man with a large smile before wandering off towards the bar to fetch himself something to pour out on the night as well. It did not take long for the bartender to notice him. Money, a few words and another bottle of beer flew across the counter, and the man returned to his pal who was suddenly in the company of a fairly pretty young blonde, whom he introduced to the other.

„You sure you want another, Sweetie?“ The bartender cocked her head at the guest sitting at the corner of her corner with some concern. He nodded without looking up, and dropped his hand back on the table in silence. He knew he shouldn‘t. He was already more intoxicated than he had ever planned on being tonight. But his search had been unsuccessful, none of his brief encounters had stuck, and as the evening had stretched on he had kept wandering from place to place, buying something every time just so that his mouth had something to do. His wallet was screaming bloody murder, but he did not hear it. He didn‘t hear anything at this point, except for the dull rumbling of voices all around him.

A new glass was placed before him with a frown, and he muttered something that vaguely sounded like a thank you. Oh, he was going to regret this tomorrow. But what did it matter? He was going to regret it all either way. The drinks, the day, and his entire miserable existence. Give it a week from now and he would have successfully stuffed them into a box again, abandoning them somewhere deep within the trenches of his soul, and not spare them a second thought until spring. Besides, open wounds were vulnerable to infection, right? With a sigh, Lux lifted the new glass to his lips and emptied it in one go.

What time was it? He glanced down at his phone, but found that he couldn‘t read the numbers. The world was swimming before his eyes, and so were his demons inside. Maybe he should go home. He was too far gone to still bring the night to a successful ending anyway. Pushing himself off his bar stool proved difficult though. Had the floor always been this far away? The young man slipped his phone back into the pocket of his jacket and attempted to stand. At once, the horizon shifted. He stumbled, lost his balance, and only managed to keep himself from falling head first into another customer by clumsily holding onto the counter beside him. A bright thud and the feeling of something wet and cold suddenly washing over his hand told Lux that he had likely just knocked over the other‘s drink. Brilliant. God was truly turning a blind eye on him today. Could his birthday get any worse?

„M‘sorry. Sorry. Uhm-- I‘ll buy you a new one, really sorry. I just--“ He tried to steady himself, glazed eyes waiting for his toppled ship to turn itself back on its belly before looking at the other. At least nobody knew him here. „You okay?“

#desertgourd #modern AU (Lux)

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threadsun · 1 year

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ha ha ha, HA HA HA, IT'S DONE, IT'S FINALLY FUCKIN DONE!

Sorry but this one just wasn't happening for me, but, finally, after I think like two weeks? It's done. It's short, but it's fuckin done. Hope you like it : D

You shake your head, trying to get out of the weird headspace you were just in before agreeing. As you stand from the couch your legs feel like jelly, honestly your whole body feels a bit sluggish after your panic attack. Jean’s eyes fill with fear as you start to walk to Shaun “W-Wait! You can’t go yet, you, um, you haven’t had any tea yet! If you just give me a second I’ll-” You tell Jean you’d love to stay but you can’t if there’s an emergency “Thank you your grace, at least someone here has there head screwed on right”

You’re almost out the door when you turn to say one last goodbye to Jean, he looks dazed, like he’s trying to remember which way is up. You go to ask him if he’s ok but Shaun takes your hand, leading you down the road to wherever this emergency is. You two run down the road for a minute or two before slowing down to a walk. You ask them why you’re slowing down “Well, there is an emergency but you’re gonna need Nick there with you to deal with him. So I figure, why rush? Nick won’t be on set for another fifteen” You ask them why you started running in the first place

“You think I was leaving you in that house? No way in hell. I mean, I’m sure you can handle yourself but new faces are Jean’s specialty. Any longer and I’m sure he’d have convinced you to add him to your harem” Why is everyone talking about your harem? You tell them Jean was just trying to help you after you started panicking “And what made you start panicking?” You were asking Jean questions when he told you were like actually a god and how you were super important and…oh, oh fuck

“Yeah, that’s Jean for ya. Damn snake, he’s got almost the whole town’s pity after his accident too. Don’t worry, anyone that actually knows him knows how fucking awful he is” You ask how many people actually know him, Shaun’s face falls “Not nearly enough” They clear their throat before attempting to lighten the mood “But that’s enough of that, how are you holding up? Today’s probably been a lot huh?” You sigh and agree, you’ve already met so many people, and you’re bound to meet so many more

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, most people around here are in bed by nine so everyone’s already starting to wind down for the day. People don’t fully know you’re here yet so you have until at least tomorrow before shit gets crazy” You ask him about the emergency “Oh, well, yeah ok things are gonna get a little crazy tonight but Bo is pretty low energy these days so…I mean that’s not a good thing, but he’ll be easier to manage”

You ask how Bo’s doing “Well, he’s still kicking, so there’s that” Is that really the best news about him? Shaun sighs “Yeah, poor guy, hasn’t eaten anything since the funeral” You ask how long ago that was “About a week now, Nick’s been able to get him to drink a bit of water but that’s about it” You ask how he’s still alive “The guy’s strong, even like that he’ll still growl at anyone who tries to enter the founder’s room that isn’t Nick. That’s why I’m not sending you in there without him”

You give Shaun your thanks and you two walk in silence until Shaun takes a turn off of the cobble road. You follow his lead and eventually you get to a small filming set over by the forest. Wait, film set, wasn’t- “Hey, Ian, I’m back!” “Oh thank god, Shaun I love you man but you can’t just leave me in charge like…oh” You greet Ian as he realizes you’re there “Uh, hi, hello, how-uh shit how are you?” You give a shrug and tell him you’re fine “Hey, how come you aren’t in costume yet?” Ian sighs “Sorry Shaun but as soon as you left Daniel damn near set the forest on fire with one of the props” “Again? I swear, that kid has got to get it together”

It’s fascinating to see Ian talk to Shaun like this, he’s so casual about it, so fluent. Who is this man and what has he done with your Ian? Wait, your Ian? Ah! shut up shut up! “Hey, thought I’d swing by early. Hope that’s cool”

OUR IAN!!!!! 😍🥰 And Shaun helping you catch on to Jean's tricks is Very Good >:3c

Also I feel you should know that this time when I was reading it to Moon, our cat came in to listen as well and she liked it too!! :3c

#panie-wanie-dean-bean #cult town au #sunshine #she's my speech therapy cat so listening to me read aloud is her job #but also she has Very Strong story preferences and she liked this one!!#I didn't even ask her to come listen she just wanted to hear it :3c

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layanasstories · 1 year

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Cause of pain

Part 22

Lilly was already waiting on the platform, she had insisted on picking me up from Colville station, she can be quite stubborn so I agreed. The surprise she had on her face, while trying to hide it, when she saw me getting off the train with my suitcases and backpack, she failed to do so. "I understand your surprise Lilly, I'll explain." I laugh a little uncomfortably. As we walk to her car, I already start talking about what my past year was like. From the moment Jake had entered the mine and from then on there was radio silence. I stop explaining for a moment as we put my suitcases in the back of the car, only to continue as soon as she leaves the car park.

I tell her how I lost my job, that because I was so absorbed in the search, I was sleeping at my desk, too often late or not showing up at all. The warnings had started just after Christmas, and continued for two months. Until, for them, that was enough and they fired me. Even that did not really signal to myself that I was not doing well. That moment was a few weeks back. I no longer slept or ate, all I did was sit in the corner of my room, jumping up jerkily at any sound and seeing things that weren't there. Purely due to lack of sleep and hunger. Only then did the light bulb go on, that I had to give up.

"But you looked so rested and stable that night at Dan's house?" Questioningly, she looks at me. Before answering her, I thought for a moment, where did I flip the switch? "You know, I had given myself one last chance. As one last goal. That was to go to the mine. And I had let Jake know that. Well, the rest is known.". She nods in agreement "And now what? What's your plan now? You can't fall back into the depression you've had.". "Let's give the real Mark a dignified burial first. That's the least he deserves." I sigh. "And then I'll have to look for work and housing." "Until then, you can stay with me, okay?" She gives my leg a small reassuring rub. "And what about Jake?" She asks her question very gently. "Don't know yet. When I got home, my anger flared up again. Everything that happened could have been prevented, with one simple message. 'I am safe, but have to go into hiding.' That would have been enough, only he didn't even do that." I let out an even deeper sigh "He has apologised, he says he sees what he did wrong. Only I can't let it go yet.".

"You need a fresh start. And time, especially time." Uplifting, she gives me her advice. "Yes that would be nice. But don't want to lose him either." I lean my elbow against the door and my head on my hand. "You'll never lose that man." The tone in her voice tells me there's more, so I hear her out "What do you mean?". "Urgh, now I have to confess for sure? I already feel so stupid!" She laughs a bit. "Yes, now you have too!" I laugh along. "Fine! I did like Mark, and asked him out once. But every attempt at a flirtation he turned down. I understand why now, but not then. I never saw him doing anything even remotely flirtatious with anyone." She shrugs her shoulders. "Ooooh! That's why you sounded a bit jealous when I came out of Jake's bedroom yesterday." I blurt out. "Shit, you noticed that?" Startled, she looks at me again. "Yup. Thought it was a bit strange. But must confess I hadn't considered, just for a moment, that he was Mark to you and not your brother." I giggle. "Oh my god this is sooo embarrassing." She laughs, uncomfortably. "Don't worry. To you, he was just a nice guy who hooked up with the friend group." I try to cheer her up. "You're right but still. Different topic please?" She sighs at that.

When we arrive in Duskwood, it is already early evening. And as soon as we drive down her street, my phone rings. "It's Layana" I answer the phone. "Good evening, sorry to call you so late. I want to let you know that the body has been released. You can visit the funeral home tomorrow, they will help you arrange the burial." The man on the phone speaks calmly and respectfully. "Thank you for that." I thank the man. "No thanks ma'am. Much strength in the time ahead, and my sincere condolences." He concludes and hangs up.

In the mean time Lilly had parked the car, she is looking at me curiously, and had already turned towards me in her car seat. "Who was that?". "The coroner. The body has been released. Tomorrow we can start arranging the burial." I answer her somewhat nervously. It's now real, well real. A real funeral, not the real Jake. Oh dear, I have some questions to ask him.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom

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sugarwbread · 2 years

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[MONKIE KID] MAYOR X fem!READER

Warnings: yandere, falling in love, mentioning magic (ritual), abduction, the reader is a girl, mistakes in the text. Headcanon - Mayor's name is Ernest (just don't ask)

「Let me hold you tight Through the day and night Rolling out of sight so silent」

Walking through the evening park, you feel someone's annoying, shivering gaze on you. You look around, realizing that there is no one next to you. You swallow the accumulated saliva, smile to yourself (at least you try) and walk on with a slow step.

-Sorry, - the voice behind you made your heart stop for a moment and beat in a frenzied rhythm, and you – to make something like a wheeze and turn around quickly.

The voice that scared the hell out of you belonged to a middle-aged man in a formal suit. He was smiling broadly, his turquoise eyes sparkling with fun.

-You dropped it, - he hands you a notebook that most likely fell out of your bag.

-Oh, thank you, - you take your little thing from him, smiling nervously.

-You're welcome. Have a good evening, - he bows to you and leaves.

You look after him, clutching the fallen notebook to your chest, and an alarming thought flashes through your head.

There was no one in the park.

「I'm for all the sakes Taking all it takes Wanna break the walls inside ya」

You were perfect. You were an angel in his dark, gloomy, hell-like life. You were his perfect weakness.

The mayor has been watching you for a month. Knew everything about you: where you live and work, your family, your hobbies, with whom you communicate. You had a boyfriend, which really annoyed man. To see the way you smile, laugh and kiss that brat.. makes him want to kill your boyfriend with his own hands so that he suffocates in his own blood. He is not worthy to be near such a wonderful flower that belongs only to the Mayor.

And now, looking at your time in the cafe, the desire to shed someone else's blood only became clearer.

-Come on, Ethan, let's go to the park, - you drawl, looking at the guy with a pleading look.

-I'm sorry, but I have to go somewhere on business. How about tomorrow? – you nod, and the smile disappears from your face.

Ernest grits his teeth. If you were his girlfriend, he would immediately go to the park with you just to make you happy. And your "loving" boyfriend makes you sad. One more thing to kill him.. Well, nothing will stop the Mayor soon.

Leaving with a guy, you turn your head for a second, noticing the man who scared you late at night. He noticed your look and smiled amiably, waving his hand. You nodded and quickly turned away. Something about him scared you.

「God is all you’ve got Let me help you out You won’t make me stop Hiding in your heart and call」

You are looking into the distance with detachment. A fine rain drips down your face, but you don't care. A few days ago, your boyfriend.. Your sweet Ethan was found dead in a suspicious neighborhood.

The funeral was over an hour ago, no one was there, but you continued to stand. The tears no longer flowed from your eyes – you have cried them out these days.

Suddenly the raindrops stop dripping on you. You throw off your head, seeing a black umbrella over you.

-It's not worth it for such a beautiful lady to stand in the rain, - a cheerful and too familiar voice comes from your left, where you immediately turn around.

The same suit, the same bright-colored eyes, only the hair is a little disheveled. You smile at him like crazy.

-This is the third meeting with you, right?

-Yes, - it's a lie. You understand this, because you've seen him somewhere in passing more than once. And he always smiled and waved at you.

You shudder slightly when a man's hand grabs you by the arm, pulling you along.

-Eh?! Where-

You don't have time to be indignant, trying to keep up with him.

-Wait, - an attempt to shout to him turned out to be useless – he hums a simple song without looking back at you.

You silently allow yourself to be led, looking at the stranger's broad back, wishing that he would stop and explain himself. And your wish came true when the black-haired man stopped next to the car. He opened the door with his free hand and walked away a little, hinting at you to get in the car. But you stand still, nervously looking at the man.

-You'd better sit down, my dear Y.n.

You jump into the car with lightning speed. It wasn't the "threat" that affected you, but his knowledge of your name. You watch with fright as he sits down next to you and turns to you. At the same moment, the car started moving, forcing you to jerk a little.

-Uhm.. Mister, where are we going? – you try to move away from him, wondering if it would be a good idea to open the door and jump out of the car.

-To my house, - he grins, driving you to the window itself, -You better not do anything stupid, my flower, - he takes your hand and presses his cheek to it, covering his eyes. You swallow, frantically searching the interior of the car, - Oh, yes, call me Ernest better. And you should get some sleep. The road will be long.

And before you can protest, your eyelids get heavy, your body becomes wadded up, and the last thing you see is Ernest's glowing eyes.

「For love. For love. For love. For love. Call for love. Call for love」

-My bird, you're so beautiful, - he coos, lifting your chin. In the mirror you see a beautiful girl, and behind her is a demon.

The demon who killed you mentally (it's a pity that not physically), made you suffer and love him.

-Why do you have tears in your eyes, my dear? – you watch how the Mayor lovingly collects your tears. You close your eyes so as not to see this caring look. How you hate him! – Don't cry. It's time to do the ritual, my Y.n.

You feel someone else's hot breath on your lips, and then someone else's lips. Ernest kisses you tenderly, reverently, putting his feelings to you.

You wonder: why are you? What attracted him to you? Why did he choose you out of all the people in this world?!

-You're beautiful, - he weaves his palms with yours. You look with indifference at your hands, where the glare from the paired rings flicker – a gift from Ernest, as proof that he loves you, - You are an angel, - he looks with admiration at your long eyelashes, trembling every time you sighed, - And you are only mine.

The whole room is enveloped in red smoke, reminiscent of cigarette smoke, but instead of a pungent smell – sweet, apple. The Mayor's eyes are shining again, as on the day of the funeral.. whom? You don't remember.

You are both lifted by an incomprehensible force. A man's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

-I love you, - he whispers, and the smoke fills you from the inside, - I love you, - he repeats again. You feel a burning sensation in your chest, right where your heart is, - love you, - you look at bright turquoise eyes, - love.

-love, - you say involuntarily, being afraid of this. See how your "lover" is grinning.

The hatred for him gradually disappears. Instead she comes.. love? This can't be happening! You can't love him! Not him!

But the words coming out of your mouth say the opposite. No! No, it's not you! It's that damn demon doing something to you!

-Ernest, - you say softly. He looks at you questioningly, slightly tilting his head. You reach for his face and kiss him. You feel his grin on your bitten lips, and then – a wet tongue.

Breathe hard. The Mayor's eyes become normal – the ritual has worked, as evidenced by your kiss. You close your eyes, plunging into darkness and feeling the gentle hands of your beloved (!) man.

Oh, how lovely you are, his charming flower.

You were the right choice.

「Hate me and crave me Beg me and slave me Loose and obtain me Let me, just let me」 - [Call for Love - KHAYAT]

#lmk mayor x reader #lmk mayor #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #the mayor #monkie kid mayor #mayor #male yandere #yandere #monkie kid x reader #lego

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bellesowl · 4 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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linorachas · 3 years

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for the weekend. | bang chan

⁍ pairing — bang chan x reader ⁍ genre — fluff & smut ⁍ word count — 4.8k words ⁍ details — established relationship, producer!chan, choreographer!reader, lots of cuddles and kissing, oral (m. receiving), dirty talk, d/s undertones, mention of the word “cockslut”, chan worship, you’re both really in love ⁍ a/n — hello! i’m a new writing blog for skz. :D this is my first work here, so i’d love to hear your thoughts. i accept criticism, but please be nice i am trying my best ㅠㅠ part 2 is here! thank you to everyone who let me know that they wanted a part 2! ♥️ ⁍ summary — After a long week of hard work, you finally spend a weekend with Chan.

Friday - 2:03 am

Your footsteps are light and quick as you rush down the hall, duffel bag bumping against your back as it bounces from your movements.

You were sweaty, sticky, and overall about to pass out, but there was a wide grin on your face once you stopped in front of a very familiar studio door.

You had just finished helping create a choreography for an idol group, a whole day of repeating dance moves and drawing positions on papers.

Your out was supposed to be at 7, but you had done overtime with the intent to clear your schedule tomorrow. You would have to do overtime on Monday again, but that didn’t matter right now.

All that matters was the boy behind this door who was working just as hard as you are.

Inside, Chan was hunched over his desk, headphones in, hand cramping as he furiously jots down some notes.

He wasn’t required to stay in, no, he could’ve left hours ago and be asleep right now. But going home without you always bothered him, so he had decided to stay until his girlfriend was finished.

He knew you felt the same, though. You once told him that you would just be tossing and turning in bed if you went home without him. When the tables are turned and he was the one doing the overtime, you would doze on a chair beside him while he worked, or spend some time at the studio yourself.

Chan had checked the time just a few minutes ago, and he knew that you were already on your way here. Unfortunately, he had made the mistake of starting on a new project while waiting, so it would bother him if he left this unfinished while he rested at home.

So now he was cramming, rushing to finish at least a draft.

You, on the other side of the door, didn’t bother with knocking, and just pushed the door open slowly.

Your eyes immediately find your boyfriend’s busy form; Chan’s hair was covered by a reversed snapback, basketball short clad legs tucked Indian style on top of his chair.

You feel a tug on your heartstrings as you watch Chan work hard for the sake of a free day tomorrow, a free day for you two.

You smile at the way Chan taps the pen on the desk to an unfamiliar beat or taps it to the snapback on his head, before going back to writing again.

Chan also does these annoyed puffs of breath every few seconds, something you found to be very endearing ever since the first day you met.

When Chan groans in frustration, you finally walk inside and shut the door behind you, dropping your duffel bag on the floor.

Chan freezes and stops writing when he feels arms wrapping around his neck, but the feeling is immediately gone when his brain registers that it’s his baby.

You press small close mouthed kisses on Chan’s cheek before you nuzzle your head against the crook between Chan’s neck and shoulder, and a smile blooms on Chan’s face.

“Sorry,” Chan mutters, yanking his earphones down when you stop kissing him and pull away. You don’t answer. Instead, you remove Chan’s snapback from his head and card your fingers through his hair gently.

Chan sighs contentedly, eyes slipping shut as he leans his head back on the chair, following the flow of your fingers. He opens his eyes again when you lean down and press a kiss to his lips,

his nose,

and then his forehead.

You grin at him, and despite being in an unflattering upside down angle, Chan thinks you look absolutely gorgeous like this.

Barefaced, happy, and in love.

“It’s okay, Channie,” you finally say, after seconds of just gazing at each other lovingly passes. “I know you’re doing it for our vacation, anyway.”

Chan lets out a small laugh as you fix the cap back on his head. “It’s just two days, baby.”

“Two days of sleeping, eating, and maybe some sex? I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a heavenly vacation to me.” You babble unashamedly, hands sliding down Chan’s torso to massage his pecs— making him squirm and laugh— before you slide them up again to massage his shoulder joints.

Chan sighs as he lets the feeling of your fingers relieving the aches wash over him, but then he catches sight of the mess of papers on his desk, and a frustrated frown replaces his smile.

“Will you wait for me?” Chan asks hopefully. Though deep inside, he kind of already knew the answer.

Still, his heart starts to beat too fast and his stomach fills with too many butterflies when you wrap your arms around his neck again, pressing your cheek against Chan’s own as you mutter, “of course. You know I always will.”

And then you seal the promise with a kiss. Chan pretends he doesn’t chase after your lips when you pull away.

He goes back to work with you still wrapped around him, and after a few moments, you start to shift. Chan’s free hand quickly darts up to your arms that are slowly loosening, so you stay still, alarmed.

“Stay.” Chan mumbles distractedly, eyes darting hurriedly across the papers. It’s selfish, yes, making you stand behind him for God knows how long, but Chan had always worked better when you were this close.

You would have seen the embarrassed blush that dotted across Chan’s cheeks if you weren’t so flustered yourself, hiding your face in Chan’s shoulder blades again when you fail to suppress a wide grin.

So you busy yourself with basking in Chan’s warmth instead, squeezing Chan tight every once in a while just to see him squirm and attempt to glare at you.

Suddenly, all your sore muscles from dancing were gone, and you were content to stand behind your boyfriend for as long as he wanted you to.

When Chan is finally finished and you’ve shut off all the lights, locked the door and gathered all your belongings— Chan throws an arm around your shoulder while you wrap your own arm around your boyfriend’s waist.

You both giggle, talk in stage whispers, and stumble down the corridor like drunken fools despite being completely sober. You hold onto each other like it was your last time to do so, as if you were reassuring yourselves that the other is still there.

For extra measure, Chan presses his lips against your temple, whispering a sweet “I love you, Y/N. So so, so much.” that only the two of you could hear as you go out into the cold night, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

The streetlights look like stars in his eyes, and you ask yourself again how lucky you are to have fallen in love with Bang Chan.

Saturday - 2:54 pm

3:16 am, you and Chan are pressed against each other as you settle into a deep sleep, blankets tucked around your bodies to shield yourselves from the cold.

4:23 am, you accidentally kick the blanket off the bed, leaving the both of you exposed to the cold temperature of the room. You shiver in your sleep.

Chan wakes up long enough to grumble about the blanket and do a half assed search around the room, just to end up pulling you closer to his chest and wrap both his arms around you. It doesn’t do much for Chan himself, but you stop shivering then, so Chan falls back asleep with a smile on his face.

8:44 am, Chan’s phone rings. The ringtone almost rivals Chan’s snores, and the combination of the two sounds force you to wake up, annoyed. Chan was in the middle of the bed, arms and legs splayed out, while you were on top of him, cheek pressed against his chest.

You only have the energy to lift your head up, glare at the sun peeking from behind the curtain and at Chan’s phone, before you drop your head back on Chan’s chest heavily, startling the said boy awake.

Chan stops mid snore and the sound is so funny that you feel a smile tug on your lips, but then his phone rings again.

“Yah, Chan-ah,” you whine, wiggling upwards to bury your face in Chan’s neck. “Make it stop.”

“Sorry babe,” Chan groans, trying to blink the sleep away from his eyes as he cups the back of your head. His free hand reaches for his phone on the nightstand, pressing it to his ear after 3 sad attempts of hitting the answer button.

Your hearing is muffled because of your position and Chan’s hand covering your head, and you only manage to hear a “no, no, we can’t, we’re sleeping in. Sorry Bin,” before you drown out the conversation entirely, the vibrations of Chan’s voice lulling you back to sleep.

Finally, at 2:54 pm, you wake up again, but this time you’re really awake.

Your stomach is grumbling and you’re so hungry it‘s starting to hurt. You try to move, but find yourself unable to because of the limbs restricting from doing so.

This time, one of Chan’s legs is on top of you, covering your lower half entirely. Chan’s head is lying on the pillow, and there’s drool on his chin and it’s gross, so you use the sleeve of your shirt to wipe it quickly. Thankfully he didn’t drool on your hair.

Chan’s holding your other arm to his own chest as if it was a teddy bear, his body curled into your side snugly. When you lean back slightly to take a proper look at him, Chan’s nose twitches like a rabbit and the grip on your arm tightens. You snort.

“Chan. Channie,” you mutter before you bury your face in Chan’s hair, squeezing the sleeping boy in an attempt to wake him up gently.

Chan lets out a grunt, but doesn’t do much to prove he’s really awake. You sigh.

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

It takes you more than a few attempts, but you finally release your arm from Chan’s grip. However, just when you were about to start working on his leg, Chan suddenly slips his own arm under you, turning you over so you end up on top of him again. He does it so easily that it startles you, cheeks burning red at the sudden display of strength.

“It’s our day off, give me one more hour.” Chan grumbles. He was still half asleep so most of his sentence was incoherent, but if anyone was an expert in sleepy Chan language, it was you.

You glance at the wall clock on the other side of the room, grimacing once you realize why you were starving. “Shit. We really wasted the whole day away by sleeping, dude. It’s 3 pm.”

“Stop calling me dude.” He huffs. “And it’s a vacation, Y/N. Let me sleep. Let us sleep.”

You pout when you get your own words thrown back at you, and then it’s as if Chan has a sixth sense for your pouting, because he’s suddenly lifting his head up to press a kiss to your chin, eyes still closed.

You’re guessing he was aiming for your lips, but he was fighting a hard battle between properly kissing you and falling back asleep. It was endearing.

“Love you,” Chan mutters groggily, and was about to drop his head back on the pillow when you stop him with a proper kiss to the lips. It’s a very awkward angle, but you both blush and giggle as if it’s your first kiss.

“Mmmmhm,” Chan pulls away after a few seconds of close mouthed kisses, eyes now blinking open as he frowns at you. “Don’t kiss me. Morning breath.”

You giggle, leaning up on your elbows to take a proper look at him, heart squeezing at the way his lips were pouted. His bed head looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were swollen. You couldn’t resist pressing another peck to his lips at the sight.

“But I just did.” You grin, cupping Chan’s cheek as you press small, rapid kisses on his face. “Besides, it’s afternoon.”

Chan rolls his eyes, pretending as if he wasn’t chasing your lips with every kiss. And you giggle again, because you were giddy that Chan is finally awake and you were in love with him, and those two don’t really connect, but whatever.

Barely a minute passes before Chan’s eyes start to slip shut again, and it’s only then that you realize you’ve been running your hand through your boyfriend’s hair unconsciously.

“The day’s over, anyway,” Chan places a hand at the back of your head, gently leading you to his neck. He presses a kiss to your forehead then yawns, fingernails scratching your scalp gently to lure you into going back to sleep. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

And you, you were so tempted to say yes, especially with how warm and comfortable you were in the love of your life’s arms, but then your stomach starts to wail like a dying animal, and both you and Chan wince.

“Chan-“

“I heard it.”

You laugh, a loud, refreshing sound that makes Chan’s heart pump wildly, and you feel his lips form into a smile when he presses a kiss to your forehead again, longer this time.

Chan then wraps both of his arms around your waist, turning you both over to the side. Your arms come up to lock around Chan’s neck, and your eyes meet when you look up.

Chan’s eyes were twinkling, and you’re not so sure if it’s because of the light behind you.

“Hello,” Chan says casually, and you make a sound between huffing and laughing.

“Will you at least let me go so I can make breakfast?”

“It’s already afternoon,” Chan half-heartedly reasons, his arms tightening around you as he leans down to press another kiss to your nose.

“Breakfast time is any time. Whoever thinks otherwise should be jailed.”

Chan ignores you, busy pressing a few more pecks to your cheeks, nudging your nose with his own.

You whine. “Come on, baby. You need to eat. I know you’re hungry too.”

And Chan is, but he doesn’t want to leave the bed yet. He’s not pouting, he swears he isn’t, but he knows he’s making a face because you were smiling all amusedly at him again, like you were surprised he was acting this way.

Who could blame him, really? He had a whole day off, a beautiful girl in his arms, and unlimited kisses to give and receive. Why would he leave this warm bubble without a fight?

Chan tightens his grip and rolls again, and you were getting out of breath from laughing and trying to push him away. Your boyfriend pins you down on the bed, holding your hands above your head and intertwining your fingers together.

“Hello,” Chan says again, grinning down at your flushed face.

The sudden displays of strength kept catching you off guard, and your face was reddening for a multitude of reasons.

“Hi,” you reply, albeit breathlessly, and you tilt your head up as a way of asking for a kiss.

Chan leans down slowly, too slowly for your liking, so you groan loudly. Chan laughs but finally presses your lips together, subconsciously loosening his grip on your hands. You free them from his grasp to cup his cheeks.

You can feel Chan smile against your own lips, and you only go as far as nibbling on the other’s bottom lip before you decide something and push him back.

“Y/N,” Chan whines, chasing after you again, but you stop him with a finger to his chest and a quick peck to the lips. He stops, clearly confused.

You push him back further, making him fall onto his side. He seems to catch on when you start straddling him, knees on other sides of his hips.

“Oh.” Chan gapes, eyes blinking up at you stupidly. You laugh.

“Yeah, oh.”

You drag the hem of his shirt up, deliberately scratching your nails against the hard muscles of his abs. Chan groans at that, hips bucking up involuntarily.

As he busies himself with taking his shirt off properly, you start to press open mouthed kisses down his chest, tongue laving against the prominent lines of his stomach. You start sucking near the navel, leaving a big, deep purple hickey that contrasts heavily against his pale white skin.

Chan hadn’t said anything since you started, but he was leaning back on his elbows, dark eyes following your every move. You felt the way his eyes followed the curve of your body as you adjusted to kneeling so you could move further down, making you shiver. It was almost like he was touching you with how intense his stare was. But his hands stayed at his sides, calm and waiting to strike.

You knew that would change soon.

There was already a noticeable bulge by the time you got down to his crotch, making you bite back a smile. You know Chan could feel your amusement because he uses his feet to tickle you at your side, making you laugh.

“Get on with it, pretty.” His tone was playful, but his hooded eyes were saying otherwise.

You listened obediently though, because at the end of the day, all you really wanted was to be good for Chan. All you wanted was to pleasure him, to make him feel good, to let him know that you wanted him to be happy.

And if a mindblowing orgasm from a morning wood blowjob was the way to success… well.

You don’t waste any time in taking off his boxers, desperate to see the cock you loved. It wasn’t a secret that you were a bit of a cockslut, but it was technically Chan’s fault. When he slid his cock in you the first time and made you cum so hard you almost passed out, you were ruined for anybody else ever.

You loved him inside you, loved him pounding so deep into you you felt the head of his cock in your cervix, and also loved him when he took it slow and let you feel every inch— every vein that lined along his fat cock. You loved when you were at his mercy.

But you also loved when you had that same cock in your mouth, filling you all the way to your throat. You were guessing you had a bit of an oral fixation, since sometimes you craved the weight of it at random times of the day. You just wanted his cock in your mouth, and you knew Chan was more than happy to oblige.

Chan’s sizeable cock slapped up against his stomach when you finally took away its confines, precum smearing against his skin. Chan’s fingers tighten against the sheets when you lean forward and kitten-licked that same precum off, his cock bumping against your cheek.

“Baby,” he exhaled, brows furrowing. “Are you playing games right now?”

“No,” you answer, but as soon as the word left your mouth, you flattened your tongue and licked a thick stripe up at the side of his cock, making Chan groan and throw his head back.

You swirl your tongue around the angry purple tip of his cock, letting his precum coat your tongue. But you don’t swallow it, not yet. You let the liquids fall back onto his cock, using it as lubricant for your hand that comes up to stroke him.

Chan grunted, bucking up into the tight space of your hand as his head lolled forward. He watches you with lidded eyes, and you tilt your head so he could feel the hot exhale of your breath on his cock. Predictably, you felt it twitch.

A hand comes to cup the back of your head, and you look up through your lashes to see Chan licking his lips and swallowing.

“Come on,” he urges, hand sliding down to tilt your head up. He slides his thumb into your mouth and your lips close around it immediately, sucking. Chan shudders. “Be good for me.”

And you obey.

As soon as Chan’s thumb slipped out of your mouth, you replaced it with his cock, tongue flattening as you took half of him in your mouth. Your lips stretched obscenely, Chan’s girth and length stretching your mouth to its limits.

But instead of deterring you, it only made you moan. You already felt so full even if you hadn’t taken his entire cock in your mouth yet, almost gagging when you felt the tip nudge the back of your throat. Your eyes flick up, watching as Chan’s jaw tightened, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

You bob your head up and down slowly, understanding that Chan was letting you take the lead. His hand stayed cupped at the back off your head, a reassuring constant as you did your best to breathe through your nose.

The slick sounds your mouth was making echoed along with Chan’s muttered curses in your quiet room, the only other sound being the traffic outside.

“Shit. Shit,” Chan exhaled, chest heaving. He was always much more sensitive in the morning. “Your mouth, baby. That fucking mouth.”

And much more noisier.

“So good for me.” Chan whispers, voice rough and heated. He brushes the back of his hand against your hollowed cheeks, then cards his fingers through your hair so he could see your face properly. “Look at you, my cock in your mouth first thing in the morning. What a sight.”

You moan at his words, and the vibrations that come from your throat make him twitch in your mouth. Chan refrains from bucking his hips, but he slips up sometimes when gets too lost in the pleasure. There’s an apology on his lips every time, but you shut him up quickly with a harsh suck to his throbbing cock.

You know he’s close when the twitching gets more frequent and his thighs start tensing around your head, his hand going from tugging on your hair instead of just resting there. Chan gets quieter as well, his nasty praises trailing off to grunts and broken moans.

Your jaw was aching, but the quiet gasps of your name spurs you on more than you’d like to admit. Because as much as you loved to be under Chan’s mercy, something about him losing his mind over your mouth and saying your name like it was his last prayer did things to you. The slick heat between your legs reminded you of it.

His pleasure was your pleasure.

You’re forcibly pulled off when Chan tugs your head back, and you’re just about to complain when Chan suddenly sits up and grabs his cock with his free hand, keeping the tip of it in your mouth.

“Look at me.” He hisses, and you obey immediately.

You look up at him through your lashes, suckling at the head of his cock as much as he let you. He jerks himself off quickly, using your spit as lube and groaning at the lewd sight of your lips wrapped around him and the feeling of your tongue insistently brushing against the underside of his cock.

“I’m gonna cum, baby, shit-“ he grunts through gritted teeth, and you squirm as you watch his abs and arms flex with each movement.

Chan had his head thrown back now, sweat dripping down his throat and his pale skin reddening as he got closer and closer to his release.

“I’m gonna cum in this pretty mouth. This perfect mouth, only mine to use, hm? Just mine and mine alone, fuck- god, fuck!“

You tug Chan’s hand away and swallow his cock down your mouth again as soon as the first spurt of his cum hits your tongue, making him flinch.

He’s clearly torn between tugging your head away due to the oversensitivity, or pushing his cock farther down your mouth. His hand flexes in your hair, unsure of what to do.

You decide for him.

Your throat works against him, struggling to swallow his cum and keep his cock in your mouth at the same time. You were determined to milk his whole orgasm out of him, and you weren’t going to stop until he was dry and shaking. The moans Chan lets out this time are almost close to whimpers as he falls back against the mattress, hips bucking uselessly.

“Y/N,” he whines, gasping for breath, and you rub your hands up and down his hips to ground him. You clean him up slowly, aware that the oversensitivity must be bordering on pain now.

Chan groans, arms coming up to hide his reddened face. “Baby, enough, please. Come here, come up, I want a kiss. Please.”

You bite back a smile as you pull off his cock, sucking one last hickey to his navel and reveling in his stuttered moan. You crawl up the bed slowly, kissing the exposed part of Chan’s chin; the only area that wasn’t covered by his arms.

“Good?” You ask, sitting on his stomach now.

“Good?” He squawks, disbelief written all over his face when he pulls his arms away. His face was still red, as well as the upper parts of his chest. “Good?! You- god, I can’t believe you. Come here, you little minx.”

He growls, pulling you into a bruising kiss. Your hands come up to cup his cheeks again, moaning as he bit on your lips and sucked on your tongue like a starving man. Chan’s hands grope your breasts through your shirt, thumbing your slowly hardening nipples and making you squirm.

When he pulls away from the kiss and trails his lips down your neck, his hands move lower as well. He hooked his thumbs in your shorts, one second from pulling them down and having his way with you. But-

Speaking of starving.

“Channie,” you whine, stopping his hands. He freezes immediately, pulling back to look at you. Concern was written all over his face, and you would have cooed if you didn’t have more pressing matters at hand.

You frowned. “I’m really hungry.”

Chan gapes at you, stunned. He blinks rapidly, eyes going from your frowning face to his hands by your shorts. “I- are you- do you not want me to return the favor? You just gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

You snort, knowing he was exaggerating, but Chan looked dead serious. You roll your eyes then, locking your lips in a heated kiss again for a few seconds to satiate your needy boyfriend. You keep your forehead pressed together when you pull back slightly to look in his dazed eyes, still filled with want.

You drag the tip of your index finger across his lip, smirking. “I’ll make you a deal. If you put some food in my stomach, I promise I’ll let you fuck me six ways to sunday.” You grind down, making him hiss. “It’s been too long since you made me cry, no?”

Chan’s eyes darkened. You licked your lips.

But then, the next thing you know, the world was upside down, and you were being carried outside your bedroom over your boyfriend’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Bang Chan!” You squeak, heart pounding wildly in your chest. “Put me down, you crazy idiot! What the hell are you doing!”

“Putting some food in your stomach.” Chan replied simply, like that was the answer to all your questions. “No take backs.”

You pause for a second, then find yourself laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Chan was still naked. You smack his ass repeatedly, making him yelp on the way to the kitchen.

“You’re insane.” You laugh as he finally sets you down on the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around his neck when he squeezes himself in between your thighs.

“You love me.” He giggles, looking too smug for your own liking. But then his face softens, and you blink in surprise when he presses a soft kiss to your lips,

then your nose,

then your forehead,

then your lips again.

“And I love you . More than anything.”

It’s the softest kiss you’ve shared since you woke up, and that was saying something. You look up at Chan, dazed at the sudden switch of mood. He was looking at you tenderly, eyes twinkling as he smiled, dimples popping out.

Your heart pounded in your chest again, beating so hard you felt like it was going to come out of you. You love him. You were so in love with Bang Chan that it hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life in his arms, just like this. Always.

“Now,” Chan grinned wide, stepping back as he clapped his hands twice. He was looking very determined, arms crossed and bulging over his chest as he looked around the kitchen.

Your eyes meet, and your breath catches in your throat when he smirks.

“Time to fulfill my part of the deal so we can get on with yours.”

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aimeeleighgemstone-greatest-hits · 2 years

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Worker’s Comp Doesn't Cover Everything

Word count: 555 Summary: Gideon’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Gideon was about a month into his first gig as an actual stuntman. He'd gotten jobs as an extra here and there, but he immediately took to doing stunts like a duck to water ("Nimble, like a beautiful little jockey" his agent liked to say). But something was off.

The long days on set were finally starting to wear him down. Everything hurt, he kept missing cues, maybe he was starting to get a cold too. Gideon just needed to push himself through his last scene of the day. Just one more scene. He was so focused on hyping himself up for the take that he had missed the director calling action. A thud reverberated through the set as Gideon took a roundhouse kick directly to the head. He still wasn’t sure what had happened as he was laid out.

“CUT CUT CUT” the boy heard through the ringing in his ears. From the ground, he saw his scene partner paralyzed with shock and the director and medics rushing to him. No broken bones or blood (thank god), but he did get his bell rung. "Kid, you're good for the day. I think it's a wrap for everyone." the director said from above him in an attempt to disperse the crowd that had formed around the poor kid. If he wasn’t as dazed, Gideon would’ve scoffed. He was not a kid. “I'm fine, really. I'm good for another take." The statement was immediately retracted when he stood and the ringing in his ears got so violent that he heaved into the nearest trash can. "No. No, you aren't. Go get checked out, try not to die, and talk to Linda in HR tomorrow about worker’s comp, okay?" Gideon was burning under the entire crew's pitiful stares. With a nod, he left to silently collect his belongings from the trailer and made his way back to his one-bedroom apartment. Alone. Just like every other day since he got here.

Gideon wanted his mom. The Gemstones could’ve afforded to hire nannies or au pairs when he was growing up, but Amber always took pride in caring for her boys. She attended every PTA meeting at her sons' private school, she had a cooler of capri suns and orange slices at every soccer game, and she’d immediately patch them up when they’d fall off their dirt bikes. She even went as far as to give her eldest son her shoebox of cash that she’d always kept tucked in the back of one of her massive closets “in case of emergency” when her husband could no longer look at their apostate son. In his concussed state, Gideon half-expected his mom to come in and nag him for not going to urgent care to get properly checked out.

He somehow made himself small in his closet-sized apartment, curled up in a ball on the floor of the bathroom, a white-knuckle grip on his phone. Gideon almost dialed her number when the screen went dim. He knew he’d put his foot in his mouth the night his parents disowned him. He wasn’t nearly as grown as he tried to convince them (and himself). Nineteen-year-old Gideon Elijah Gemstone was still a just kid and in that moment he needed his momma to tell him everything was going to be okay.

A/N: I finally finished after 6 months, but what a crazy 6 months it’s been!! My landlord sold my place, I moved to a whole different state, I fell down the stairs and broke my ankle while moving into my new place, I learned the truth about some big family secrets, and I dropped my phone in a sewer grate and had to get a new one. Anyway, sorry it is so short. My writing is rusty and I doubt I will be writing on the regular, but I still wanted to post this. It has been glaring at me in my drafts since March. It’s a bit funny. I started writing this as the finale of season 2 aired and now they’re filming season 3. The other day someone followed my main and liked all of my Gemstones posts so I knew that at least someone would still be interested. I still have a few other ideas I may work on but we’ll see if I finish them.

#gideon gemstone #the righteous gemstones #righteous gemstones #the righteous gemstones fanfiction #the righteous gemstones fic

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years

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Viagra Prank - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: smut, f!receiving, male masterbation, needy Bakugou, sexual touching

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Summary: After a dumb argument, Y/N decides to punish Bakugou by avoiding him while he’s superrrrrr horny

A/N: NOT SPELL CHECKED

Bakugou and Y/N had been arguing for an hour already. They have been talking about Y/N cheating on him.....IN A FUCKING DREAM. Yes it really scared Bakugou and he did wanna talk to Y/N about it, but he just went about it in the wrong way and so, this led to the arguing and yelling. Bakugou knew he was in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to apologize, at least verbally. Usually, that was okay for Y/N, because at least he showed when he was sorry. But this time, all she wanted was a soft and genuine “I’m sorry.”

Instead of apologizing verbally, Bakugou attempted to make up for it through his actions. He bought Y/N another teddy bear to go along with the others he got her, bought her a bouquet of roses and gourmet chocolates, and spent the entire day with her. At night, he held you close and filled your ears with sweet nothings like “I’m so lucky I have you,” “I don’t know how you deal with me, Teddy Bear, but thank you,” and “I’ll forever love you, Y/N.”

After seeing he put a little extra effort into this very “Bakugou” apology, Y/N forgave him, but she still wasn’t letting him off the hook. She wanted to punish him at least a little, but the question was “how?” She discussed it with Bakugou’s closest friends to give her ideas.

“You could ignore him all day.” The red head said, “he has a free day tomorrow, so I can imagine he plans on spending every second of it with you.”

“Nah, since he has a free day, I would love to spend time with him too. I don’t wanna ignore him, just mess with him a little to get back at him.” You said.

“What about one of those kinky couples do? A sexual punishment. Orgasm denial, overstimula-“

“NEXXTTTTT” you, Kirishima, and Kaminari said, cutting off Sero’s nasty thoughts. Besides, you and Bakugou were that kinky couple. And you knew he enjoyed all that stuff. The freaky bastard. You were getting nowhere until Kaminari said something unexpectedly smart.

“What about viagra?” He recommended.

“What?” You questioned.

“Viagra. You can buy it at any pharmacy and just crush up the pill into a powder and give it to Bakugou in a drink. It’s gonna make this man insanely horny, and to punish him, just deny him every time.” He said sipping his drink.

“I-.....that’s perfect!” You said

“Wow Kaminari, nice plan.” Mina said.

“Thank you.......hey can I get some more boneless ice?” Annddddd dunce face is back. Someone get this boy his water.

Doesn’t matter though, now all you have to do is buy the viagra and you’re set. That night, you and Mina went to the pharmacy together and bought the pills. When you went to sleep, you saw Bakugou waiting for you in the room.

“Jeez babe, what took so long? I was waiting here for like 2 hours!” Bakugou pouted. You laughed and kissed him.

“I’m sorry Suki, but not everyone goes to bed at 8 on a Friday night.” You said taking off your jacket and changing into your pjs. You climbed into bed as Bakugou defended himself.

“Well neither do I, but I woke up mad early today.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You pecked his forehead and tried to get some sleep, excited for the next day.

“Yeah, yeah you big baby. Just get some sleep.” As you both cuddled up, you layed with a devious smirk as an unknowing Pomeranian slept peacefully above you.

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That morning, you woke up early with Bakugou to work out together. As Bakugou got ready, you prepped his drinks. You placed 3 bottles of water in Bakugou’s gym bag and opened up one of them. Taking the viagra pill out, you placed it in a bowl and used the bottle cap to crush the pill to a powder. You poured the dust into the water, put the cap back on and shook the bottle. After seeing the bottle still looked normal, you subtly marked it and placed it back in his bag. When he came, ready to go you gave him the bag and you guys made your way to the gym.

After working out for a few minutes, Bakugou took a huge gulp of water. You noticed it was the bottle you marked and smiled. After a few minutes, Bakugou was starting to feel...something. He didn’t know what it was, but now he was staring at you...more than usual. Your body covered glistened in your sweat and the image of you like that was burned into Bakugou’s mind. The heavy breathing you did only accentuated his need for you and the way your body looked everytime you stretched or moved. God, he knew you were hot, but something about you today just hit different.

Bakugou walked up to you and held your waist.

“Suki?” You looked up at him with an innocent face that made him bite his lips.

“Do you wanna get outta here? I think we’re set on workouts for today, Princess.” He said while staring at your body and chest.

“Oh, sure! Let me just get my stuff and-“ you were cut off when Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands and tongued you down, he pushed you up against the wall and began grinding into you. You felt his growing erection press up against your sensitive heat which made you moaned into the kiss. This made Bakugou even needier. Unfortunately, you weren’t giving in so easily today.

“Hah...S-Suki..” you breathed out while pushing him off you slightly. “C’mon..can we at least get out of here and wash up.”

“Why? We can do that after I completely ravish you,” Bakugou smirked as he attempted to kiss you once more but you pushed him back smiling.

“Sorry Suki, but we need to get back. Okay?” You said and walked away as Bakugou rolled his eyes taking another sip of water. You both walked out but with Bakugou being a lot more handsier. You walked and he would jog up behind you and grab your ass, he would walk with his arms wrapped around your waist while standing behind you, and once you reached your dorm room, he shut the door and slammed you against it grabbing your chest and kissing you again with fervor and tongue. Sadly, once again, you pushed him off.

“Shower first Suki.” You said and walked to get some clothes out of your closet. Bakugou just sighed and banged his head against the door. He looked down and saw his friend creating a tent in his sweatpants and he let out a breath a horny frustration. Then an idea hit him.

“Shower sex?” He said hopefully like a happy puppy, and if he had a tail, please believe it’d be wagging.

“No.” Bakugou just growled and flopped onto the bed and face planted down on the cushion.

“Fineeeeee!!!!!” He complained while his voice muffled by the mattress. While you showered, you left a needy Bakugou on the mattress. He could only imagine what you looked like. Curvaceous body, covered in droplets of water, steam all around you making your cheeks red. Bakugou rubbed at his face. Why the fuck was he this horny?

When you walked out, you were wearing a small towel as you seemed to have used your wind quirk to dry your hair. Bakugou licked his lips as he walked up to your almost naked body and felt you up. He kissed up on your neck as you tilted your head to give him more access. You pressed your ass into his crotch as he grinded into you. You could hear his soft moans. His hand traveled to grope your chest and the other hand went to your clit.

“You want me to feel up on this sweet little cunt?” He asked as he pressed two fingers into you and you gasped.

“A-ah...” you moaned out as your tongue rolled out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You almost gave in to his desires until your phone rang, snapping you out of your trance. You pulled his hand away from you and walked to your phone but not before Bakugou tried pulling you back.

“Hey..where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.” He said pulling you towards him.

“Katsuki..”

“Please, Princess. I need you..now.” He said as he grabbed your ass.

“Baby, seriously. Get washed up and let’s continue our day. Please?” You pouted and Bakugou sighed and gave in. He grabbed some clothes he kept in your closet and went to wash up. You sighed in relief and checked your phone only to see it was spam, but still glad it snapped you out. As you got dressed, you cursed yourself for falling so easily for Katsuki.

‘That damn Katsuki. Knowing my body, using it against me. Who the hell does he think he is being built like a Greek god like that?’ You thought as you dressed yourself.

While Bakugou was in the shower, he realized he needed to calm down. Yes he has an amazingly hot girlfriend he could fuck to settle him down, but it was clear she wasn’t down for morning sex today so he had to solve it himself.

He let his head rest under the hot water as his hand went to grab at his length and move vigorously. He imagined the way Y/N would look with her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him. How she would take his entire length in her tight little cunt, squeezing him perfectly.

“Y-Y/N...fuck..faster..” he moaned out with a breathy voice as he moved his hips, fucking his hand. He groaned and threw his head back.

“C-C’mon baby...s-shit, c’mon. Oh fuck..I’m cumming! ....a-ah!” He said as his hips stuttered and his release covered the shower floor. He sighed as he tried to regain his breath from his orgasm. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if it was actually you, but nonethe less, he came. Sadly, he still wasn’t satisfied.

As Bakugou walked out in nothing but a towel, he tried to get dressed but the second he saw you, his hard on returned. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.

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All throughout the day Bakugou tried his best to get you in bed, and when his advances always failed, he resorted to feeling up on you or running to the bathroom for release.

You had to admit, rejecting Bakugou’s attempts had gotten harder and harder. For each time he touched you, you basically had to leave yourself hanging. You felt yourself grow wetter each time to a point where even you almost went to hide away in your room and please yourself. Thankfully, it was almost midnight, meaning the day would be over and your punishment for Bakugou would be done. Then, you both can explore your desires.

It was late LATE into the night when Bakugou busted into your room as you were watching a movie. You paused the screen and spoke to him.

“Suki! You can’t just barge in like that, you’re gonna break my do-“

“Shut up” he said as he made his strides over to you and shut you up by tonguing you down. You fell into the kiss and returned it, kissing him with just as much passion. You peaked open your eyes and looked at the time. 11:47. ‘So close,’ you thought to yourself. You reluctantly pushed him away again.

“Suki..no,”

“Suki, yes.” He whined back as he attempted to kiss you again but you stopped him once more. He was getting fed up. He lifted you by your hips, tossed you flat on your back on the bed, and used his arms to cage you in. His hands pinned your wrists to the sides of your head and his knees were pressed into the mattress at the side of your hips. He got close in your face before speaking.

“You owe me an explanation, princess. I get not wanting to fuck on busy days or during a certain time but all day? I’ve tried to get you right here where Ive wanted you and you rejected me each time. Tell. Me. Why.” He said each word with poison on his tongue. You cringed at what you thought his reaction would be, but soon came to the conclusion that you’d have to tell him at some point.

“...Punishment” you said with a hopeful smile, praying that your boyfriend won’t fling you out the window. Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” He squinted his eyes at you and asked.

“You were acting like an idiot the other day and it pissed me off. I accepted your apology and forgave you but you weren’t completely off the hook. So I put viagra in your drink to turn you on and deny you as a punishment.” You cringed at how easy it was for you to tell him the truth. Bakugou looked at you with a confused look, then a smirk.

“So...you drugged my drink to get me riled up so I could fuck you? Didn’t know my teddy bear was so freaky,” he said licking your neck.

“What?! No! It’s not like tha- ah!” You were interrupted as Bakugou gripped into your chest.

“Then whats it like, teddy bear? Rejection? Well you’re not denying me now. Why not?” He asked you. But you had no answer for him anyway, so as far as he knew, he was right.

“That’s what I thought,” he said while continuing the attack on your neck. “I’ve been so neglected all day, I think as an apology gift, you should let me have my way with you. Doesnt that sound fun, princess?” He said the last sentence while letting his finger press against your clothed clit. You moaned at the feeling and felt yourself growing wet.

“K-Katsuki!” You moaned.

“Please, Princess?” He asked..practically begged.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Enjoying the feeling of his pads rubbing into you. You arched your back and gave in, spreading you legs for him. Bakugou smirked and was quick to remove your shorts and panties. Excited, he went to feast right away. No teasing, no waiting. He’s right into it, enjoying his meal. Sucking and kissing your bud, his eyes shut as he enjoys hearing your moans and tasting your sweet nectar.

The sudden feeling of his tongue hitting you and eating you out had you shivering. The massive amount of pleasure was so sudden, you could’ve cum right then.

“S-Suki! ...m-more!” You said as your hands went to grab at his hair. Bakugou groaned as you tugged and sent his tongue right into your hole. You cried out in such ecstasy that you legs began to shake.

“Cum on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste you,” Bakugou said before he went right back in. When you came, Bakugou lapped up every drop of you, savoring your flavor. He went up to kiss you and allowed you to taste yourself.

“God I want you so bad princess..” Bakugou breathed out as he released himself from his pants and lined up with your cunt. He rubbed his tip up and down your opening and you moaned in excitement.

“Let me have my way with you, Y/N.” He said in your ear as he pressed in. You wanted and needed him now. You looked at the time and saw, 11:56. Screw it.

“Please Katsuki! Use me! Please fuck me!” You begged. Smirking at your neediness, Bakugou slammed into you. Not giving you any time to adjust, Bakugou kept to his word and had his way with you. His pace was going so fast it had you seeing stars.

“Y-yes Katsuki! F-uck.....Mm,” you cried out. Bakugou lifted your hips to hold onto you and fuck you in a deeper angle.

“Shit....like that, Princess?” He said said with a smile as he kissed your neck.

“M-more Katsuki!” You begged again. Bakugou held onto your hips and kept his steady pace for awhile. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.

“You thought it was okay to fuck around with me like this? Huh princess?” He said smacking you again. You moaned at the contact and he gripped your ass. He grabbed your legs and put you in a mating press. The new angle reached deep inside you and hit the most sensitive spots. You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you with his head thrown back.

“Gotta keep quiet now...can’t let the whole class know what’s happening in here,” he huffed out “or maybe you want them to know. Yeah? You want them to know how much of a slut you are just for me?” He teased.

“Ohhh..yesss Katsuki.” You moaned. His cock was sliding into you perfectly, making you dizzy and drunk on euphoria.

“Yeah, but you’re my slut. Right? My dirty little slut. All for me, and me only.” He said as he placed his arms next to your head.

“I’m yours Katsuki! Just yours...ah!” You clenched around him. You could feel the way his balls slapped your ass everytime he thrusted into you. The sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt filled the air and made a melody you’d never forget. In the heat of the moment, you began to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

“F-fuck. Cum for me princess, I want you to spill in on me.” Bakugou said. He went deeper, harder, and faster. Whatever it took for your pleasure. As he went in, you felt the knot become loose as you came on Katsuki’s dick and your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure as Bakugou continued to chase his own release. After a few more deep strokes, Bakugou met his high and climaxed. He filled your womb with cum and layed there as he emptied his load. You both layed there in silence, catching your breaths as you both came down from the high.

Instead of pulling out, Bakugou stayed where he was and just leaned in closer to you.

“You done messing with me, Princess?” He asked you. You let out a breathy yes as he kissed your cheek and pulled out. He layed beside you and cuddled into you as he held you close.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda satisfied with how this turned out.” You teased. Bakugou only let out a quick laugh in disbelief at his wild girlfriend and just kissed her.

“You’re crazy.” He said while holding you closer.

“But you love me,” you said.

“Yeah..I do.” He said as he rested his head against you. While basking in the glow of the after sex peace, Bakugou realized something.

“Umm..Y/N?” He started.

“Hm?” You said in a sweet voice, with your eyes still closed and you still cuddled into his chest.

“I’m, uh...I’m sorry..for how I was acting.” He apologized. This made your eyes burst open. He was apologizing..verbally. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss.

“Thank you Katsuki, but I already forgave you. Remember?” You giggled. A sound that Bakugou will forever remember. A sound he will forever enjoy hearing. He just sighed and leaned into you even more, trying to communicate all his love through the physical contact you were both having.

“I don’t deserve you, Princess” he said as his eyes began to fall heavy into a deep sleep.

“You deserve me and the whole world Katsuki.” You said with love dripping in your voice.

“You are my whole world,” he mumbled in embarrassment as a blush adorned his face as he attempted to hide away in your neck. You blushed and smiled at his little confession and allowed him to sleep. It was past his usual bedtime after all.

“Get some rest, Hero.” You said, pecking his forehead with a loving kiss. As he drifted off, you just smiled and rested your eyes as you thought about the next time you would drug his drink. This little viagra prank turned out amazing.

A/N: y’all this was so sloppy😭 it could’ve been so much better but it’s been sitting in my drafts mocking me. I just had to get it out here. I’m sorry it’s not spell checked but I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. (The smut was so bad😭😭) see you next time, Cubs💗🧸

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Alone together

Yandere!Dainsleif x gn!reader

Wordcount: 2011

CW: Yandere themes, stalking, possessive behavior, PTSD

Khaenri’ah burns. Skies turn red, as tall pillars of smoke arise in the place of ruined towers. People cry and beg and scream.

“Ah, [First] , you came to help” Lisa greets you, waking up from her half-slumbering state: “Welcome, welcome. I already made some tea for you, just let me”. The librarian stretches and yawns akin to a cat, after she stands up from the counter, flashing you one of her charming smiles afterwards: “Go and fetch it. We will work after the tea”.

Something in her voice leaves no room for argument, so you sit at the offered table, eyes immediately shifting to the nearby window, mostly out of habit. Skies are blue and clear, buildings are whole and steady, people are laughing and cheering outside. It’s a sight that brings you heartache and comfort at the same time - no one should be subjected to what you had to live through, whether they worship the seven or not.

“And here it is”, the witch says, holding a tray with a steaming teapot, cups and a plate of cupcakes resting on top of it. The next fifteen minutes are spent drinking and carelessly chatting about everything and nothing in particular: Lisa is an excellent company, adept at maintaining the conversation interesting and atmosphere comfortable, her wide array of knowledge and keen intellect keeping you on your toes throughout the exchange despite the advantage of experience you happen to possess.

The brief tea party is then followed by the shared work of deciphering ancient documents, the librarian sometimes turns to you asking for the meaning of one word or another - most of the texts are written in Khaenri’ahn or archaic forms of the modern languages.

She doesn’t pry why you happen to possess such intrinsic knowledge on the long dead language, nor does she ask anything about your star-shaped pupils - she must have seen the descendants of your compatriots, then. You know there live at least two - one with tan skin and a warm smile that never reaches his cold eyes and a blonde youth with the powers of khemia rolling under his palms. There’s no courage to approach them.

You in turn share Khaenri’ah’s greatest legacy - knowledge and science that helped your nation to outpace the deities and turn them against you. It’s a nice feeling - making sure that the thing your people cherished the most will not be forgotten, even if it’s given to archon worshippers. Five centuries ago the thought of educating Teyvatians would be laughable to you - there’s no use in it, they will continue to believe in their gods - you would dismiss it, but now nationless you have no choice but to do it - it’s the only way to keep the products of your people alive. To keep the memory of your people alive.

Khaenri’ah burns. You run across the collapsing city, eyes growing wider as you see people slowly morphing into something. It’s bestial and feral, primitive. Your breath hitches, you want to scream.

“[First]?”, it’s Lisa again, she lightly taps your shoulder, a hint of concern creeps into her voice

“Ah? Everything is fine, I just zoned off” you reply, too quickly and too strained to be believable. Who could have known that even after five hundred years the flashbacks of what happened on that day will still haunt you? They trail your thoughts like determined hounds, sneaking up on you in the most inopportune times. One moment you are talking to someone, the second you relive the fall of Khaenri’ah. The memory feels too real to be a fantasy, leaving your thoughts messy, anxious and disordered, as you shake and try to calm yourself.

“Are you sure?”, she stands up from her seat and makes a couple of quick steps to you, taking a good look at your face: you must look horrible, you think, those episodes always leave you panting and on the verge of panic.

“Maybe we should continue tomorrow, there’s no use in haste, it’s not like our documents will run away”, Lisa continues, massaging circles into your shoulder - her hand is warm and comforting, grounding. You want to thank her for this - the understanding tone and the way she caresses you right now, helping you to keep the link with reality, but the words get stuck in your throat - it’s too much and too scary, to admit what just has happened not only to her, but to yourself too.

“Yes”, you finally force out of yourself, nodding along the way: “it would be for the better”. Your voice is still too tense and strained, filled with the grief for the people and places long past, but Lisa, to your relief, doesn’t point out any of it. You quickly gather your belongings and leave the library, almost forgetting to bid a farewell to the witch as you exit.

The sun begins to set as you make your way to the rented house, it’s small and nondescript, a complete opposite of the one you had in Liyue. You used to work as a scholar in the harbor before He found you again - you fled your spacious and cozy apartments in less than a day, leaving almost all of your possessions behind.

The thoughts of what had happened still buzz in your mind - you want to scream and cry, you want to vent to someone, but the words you will utter will be in pure khaenri’ahn they won’t understand you.

You think of finally approaching that star-eyed cavalry captain, Kaeya, maybe he saw what you witnessed too. You think of Albedo, who carries the same energy all khaenri’ahn constructs do. You want to ask him about his creator, you want to talk with him about Khemia. You think of Barbatos who wears the form of the cheerful bard, you want to accuse and scream and hit him.

You do nothing as the power leaves your body the same second - it’s scary, so scary to verbalize that, to talk and share and relive, and approaching any of those three means doing exactly so.

You stay inside instead, calming your beating heart and kicking out intrusive thoughts, and only when your pulse returns to the norm you allow yourself to finally stand up. The world is shaky and unreliable, but some things stay the same. Your room for example - you have a habit of leaving things in specific places, as a way to keep you grounded. There’s a comfort in familiarity - the one you desperately need.

Your eyes shift from one object to the other, until they stumble across something that sends your heart racing again. The cup you use is shifted by a couple of inches, facing you by the opposite side, there’s a flower and a note lying beside it. The words are in khaenri’ahn, the handwriting is familiar too.

Khaenri’ah burns. Your lungs do too from the sheer overexertion and fatigue, but you keep pushing further and further - you can’t give up yet, not when He needs you. A name forms on your lips.

Thousand of thoughts form in your mind, they’re panicked, fast and disjointed - flee again, cut and dye your hair, change the name too - you can start over in Inazuma again, it’s a closed country, so if you will manage to get in, it will be harder for him to track you again.

Who are you kidding?

Unlike you, he has a core of steel, an unwavering determination to settle things his way or die trying - be it opposing Celestia or gaining you. It was always like that, with the Twilight sword being stubborn to a fault - he never budged or surrendered, not when Khaenri’ah was still proudly standing, and not now, when there’s nothing but the charred remains of your homeland.

You met him when you got accepted into the Royal order, where a Konungr paired you with Him. The twilight sword was unrelenting in his pursuits even then, a trait that you both admired and feared in equal volume. The collapse of your nation only worsened this quality - if back then he was striving to supervise and oversee everything, then the tragedy exacerbated his controlling tendencies even further.

You were travelling together for the first fifty years after the fall, both affected by the same curse, as he started getting possessive. It began in innocuous things: asking where you were, what you were doing, you didn’t pay much attention back then, celestial wrath still fresh in your memory - he was just cautious you told yourself, it’s a safety measure.

But then these safety measures grew from simply inquiring about your day to accompanying you almost everywhere, and then it all culminated in Him locking you up, to keep you away from leaving.

You escaped then, and avoided him ever since, departing your residence the second you caught the wind of his possible proximity. Years turned into decades that later morphed into centuries, and you began to grow lax - he was getting closer and closer to you with each turn. The first time you had a suspicion of him being near you packed your things the same second and spent countless days traversing the land by hidden passageways, careful not to leave any traces, and now, now you still sit in your house, despite having evidence of him knowing where you are.

Maybe you grew tired of the cat and mouse game, maybe you just accepted that your recapture is inevitable and all your little escapes do nothing, but set it off for a couple of months, or maybe you’re just that lonely. It doesn’t matter, really, as you make no attempt to do anything - it’s useless, he already knows your location.

Khaenri’ah burns. You cry and you hate yourself - for weakness, for helplessness, for still being alive and sane. He stays near you as a silent shadow, his blue eyes shifting from your crying face to the wreckage of the city. There are no words shared between you that day - you’re crushed and empty, yet bare and aching at the same time.

“Dainsleif”, you greet him, once you hear the squeak of the opening door. He doesn’t look that different from five hundred years ago, but now his eyes are both more tired and alive with fervent light.

“[First]”, he simply replies, your name rolling off his tongue like a prayer - there’s adoration and worship in his tone. He almost falls to his knees, as he takes your hands in his, capturing them in a steel trap.

“[First], I finally have you, [first]”, he murmurs, bringing your palm to his face. You don’t resist him, knowing it’s futile. His skin feels just like all those years ago - rough and dry, weathered down by the demanding lifestyle he leads. He gives a shy peck to your inner wrist, blue eyes intently watching you as he does so.

“Long time no see, Dain”, you start, trying to diffuse the tension in the air, as he grabs you by the chin and forces you into a kiss. He kisses with the desperation of a dying person, one of his hands firmly holding your head, the other starts to explore your body. It feels obscene. You are lightheaded, when he finally parts and hugs you again, still chanting “[First]” over and over again.

You allow him this liberty too, feeling a prick of pity in your heart. You know what it is - to be the sole survivor, too see your own people crumble and fall and transform. You know that he returns to that place again and again, reliving the same moment against his will. You know that he gasps and shivers when the memories get too real and overwhelming.

You both are children of the fallen nation, and there's no person in the world who could understand you better than he does. Maybe, you shouldn't have run, you think, listening to Dainsleif speak in Khaenri’ahn. There's a chain of connection between you two, it's unbreakable, forged in shared losses, tears and pain.

Khaenri’ah burns. It burns in both of you.

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