#he wanted to kiss Zo for who knows how long

[braceletofteeth]

— I thought about how you would feel, so I didn't dare say anything.

— Shutting me out like this doesn't make me feel better.

[mommypieck]

My feed is incomplete without u ✨️💕

If u don't mind can I request an Armin x Eren x fem!virgin!reader threesome in the bathroom at a party where the reader is super shy so the boys are gentle at first but they both rlly want her bad so they snap at some point and get a lil rough hehe

And maybe a smidge of jealous boyfight like they get competitive about who can fuck better 🤭

"are you sure you want to do this?" armin asks, stroking your cheek as eren nips at your skin. your head feels heavy because of the loud music but you are sure. you nod, making armin smirk. every single of your friends have already lost their virginity but you still haven't found the one. but after setting an eye for armin you were sure that you want him to be your first. but after arriving to the party, eren caught you into his trap first.

"she's so cute, isn't she?" eren pulls away from your neck to look at your face. he knows that you like armin but he also likes you. and he knows that armin is going to be jealous but ke needs to teach him for to fight for something.

"let's go upstairs." armin says, taking your hand and leaving you upstairs. eren follows you much to armin's dispair. armin leads you into an empty bathroom, locking the door. he doesn't waste any time kissing you, shoving eren away. eren doesn't let himself be omitted as he takes a place behind you to suck on your neck. his hard on digs into your skirt, making you wet all over. armin travels his hand down to your blouse, carefully popping button after button. he throws it on the floor, leaving you only in a lace bra. he looks at you with adoration, kissing you deeply. eren responds by grabbing a handful of your boobs, squeezing them much to armin's dislike. armin squeezes your hips, rubbing them to show you how much he loves you. his eyebrows furrow when eren smacks your ass.

armin teases you over your underwear, tasting the waters.

"can i?" he asks for permission and you nod. he peels your underwear off of your legs, looking at your gorgeous pussy.

thr tips of his fingers rub gently on your clit, making you feel pleasure you never felt before. you yelp as eren's fingers slide between your legs from behind. eren finds you hole quickly, inserting one of his fingers inside. you moan at the stretch, soon his one fingers turns to two. eren fucks you with his fingers, exploding all of your weak spots. armin doesn't let himself be neglected as he shoves eren's fingers aside to position his cock into your opening. he lifts you up on the counter, rubbing his cock up and down your slit.

his cock finally entres you and he feels proud that he is your first. he smirks at eren, showing him that he's the one who should have you. eren just responds with a snort, fisting his cock while looking at you. armin thrusts inside slowly, moaning at the way your pussy is gripping him. he dreamt about this for so long and now he finally got what he wanted. he feels pride overtakes him as he realizes that he's the one who broke you off your innocence. his thrusts get faster as his ego rises. he's not trying to be gentle anymore, he just wants to see you fall apart on him cock.

" 'min, too fast." you moan, your hands flying to hold onto his forearms. he smile at you, kissing your nose.

"but i thought you would be able to take it." he says with fake sympathy, giving you a puppy eyes. he stretches your legs further, drilling into you even harder.

"i want this pussy too. come on, bro." eren interviens. you look between eren and armin, not knowing what's armin going to do. you would be lying if you said you don't want eren to fuck you too but you feel too dirty. you just lost your virginity and another man fucking you right after is just wrong.

armin thinks for a moment and you wish he would say yes and no at the same time.

"fucking god, take her." armin says, pulling out of you. you don't have timr zo register what happened before you're filled again, this time by eren's cock. eren doesn't spare a minute trying to be gentle as he slams inside of you in hard and deep thrusts. you fall limp against his muscles, feeling too overwhelmed by everything.

"i can cum inside of you, can't i?" eren asks but he knows what the answer is. he finds your clit, rubbing is fast as you near you orgasm. another hand joins eren's and you look up to see armin trying to make you cum too. he wants to be the one who makes you cum and he's not gonna let eren take this title. your vision fogs as you finally reach your high. it takes few thrusts for eren before he's cumming inside of you. you try to think about what just happened but your mind is clouded with pleasure and the two boys. armin feels jealous but he knows he will cum inside of you many other times. he can't wait to corrupt you in the worst ways possible.

[coqvttes]

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ‘𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!carlos, p in v, spanking, sweaty carlos :O

୨୧˚ taglist : @dmitriene , @haru-zo , @pearlcigs , @bearieio !

for this request.

— been thinking about mechanic!carlos who’s sweaty and covered with car oil, his hair messy and disheveled, and his muscles bulging and prominent. his cargos hanging dangerously low on his waist, giving you a glimpse of his happy trail.

— and how mechanic!carlos would lose all concentration when his pretty little girl wanders into his garage dolled in a tight little skirt, asking him so sweetly if he wants a glass of cold water since it’s such a hot day.

mechanic!carlos who definitely works on a car without a shirt on, because why would he? its too hot for that. besides, he knows his girl is watching him and gushing over his muscles, so he takes his chance to show off his sweaty abs and flex them whenever he can.

— thinking about how mechanic!carlos would smack your arse whenever you walk past him, leaving a handprint of dirty oil all over your precious skirt, he’d laugh at your little squeak and pull you in close for a sloppy kiss before getting back to work.

— mechanic!carlos who would most definitely bend you over the car he’d been fixing just to flip up your cute skirt and undo his belt to drop his trousers down onto the dirty floor and pull his dick out and it’s all hard for you.

— oh, mechanic!carlos would rail you into absolute oblivion. the loud clanking sounds of the tools that fall help mask the cute little noises you make as your cunt gushes around his length. making a mess in his garage but he doesn’t really care, as long as he gets to fuck his girl, he’s happy.

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[novosg]

When you randomly rest your hand on their d!ck

Ft: Zoro, Sanji, blackfem!reader

Woke up with this idea so now we here

First time writing something like this so hope it’s okay

Sanji

Nearly loses his mind

No, like, he actually spasms when you touch him.

It was after dinner when y’all had cleaned the last of the dishes and you decided to make your move.

He kinda just…stares at your hand for a moment before realizing exactly what you’re doing and loses it.

His print looked amazing in his slacks-you just couldn’t help yourself tbh.

He’s certainly not complaining though, and that becomes apparent very soon from the rising tent in his pants.

Sanji quickly jerked back from your soft touch, a blush quickly rising to his face. He was never one to turn down your affections (never), but to say you had caught him off guard would be an understatement.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t be more amused. Giggling softly, you reached out and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close as you peered up at him innocently, despite feeling his hard-on pressing against your leg.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You asked, and Sanji could practically feel his brain short circuit at the compliment and your tone before stammering out-

“N-nothing, my love! It’s just you-do you really-?”

“Want you? Yeah,” you replied, dragging one of your hands down his chest before palming his clothed cock once more.

Sanji hissed as he felt your hand on him once more before letting out a shuddery breath. It was as if a switch had flipped inside your prince and barely a second had passed before he was pulling you flush against him and attaching his lips to yours with a groan.

Y’all didn’t leave the kitchen for a while after that.

Zoro

Mfer nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand land on his crotch under the table.

Tries to give you that “look” of his that he mainly only pulls when you’re testing his patience, but gives up when you refuse to look away from Nami, who you’re currently chatting with.

As much as he doesn’t mind the other times when you do something like this, it’s different when you’re both around the crew and he’s now gotta fight the blush stinging his cheeks and ears.

Makes sure to corner you about it later, though.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” He grumbles in your ear once lunch is over with and the two of you are now leaned against the railing of the Sunny with his chest against your back and hands on your waist.

“Maybe. What are you trying to say?” You grin up at him and he scoffs, not playing into your little ‘innocent’ act.

“You know. That stunt you pulled during lunch.”

“Ohh, that. I wasn’t tryna be funny, Zo. Just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“Whatever. You’re gonna get it later, y’know,” he huffs and you only smile, his threat sounding more like a future reward for you.

“Good thing I have tonight’s watch then,” comes your quick reply and Zoro can’t fight back the grin that splits his lips as he chuckles and ducks his head-pressing a kiss to your neck. Despite his annoyed visage, he can’t deny how much he loves you and your antics.

Especially when it pays off for both of you in the long run.

[sanjisblackasswife]

How would the monster trio react, to a s/o who’s dominant outside the bedroom but submissive inside the bedroom?

A/N: OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS—is it a trope? Dynamic? Concept?….idk BUT YES I ENJOY IT. (Because that’s literally me)

Monster Trio’s Gf That is Only Submissive in The Bedroom

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Oral Sex, Mean Zoro, OOC Luffy, Sir/Captain Kink(?)

Zoro

Honestly it shocked him the most out of the three

But now you’re screwed because he uses it against you

You’re so outspoken and actually a bit of a smart ass towards Zoro. You correct him so much and act like a know it all around him. You’re even a little hotheaded when you can be

You’ve fought many men on your own and you had a little bit of an ego

However that ego was watered all the way down when Zoro got a hold of you

He didn’t expose you, no no that would be too easy, but best believe he’s the biggest shit talker of them all:

“All—ah—those assholes—would get a fucking kick out of seeing you on your back for me like this. Taking it like a good slut.”

Every other words was a more powerful thrust than the last almost as if he was fucking you dumb.

And he was

“Zo…Zoro…”

“Aww.” He thrusted into you feeling almost deeper than he was before making you see stars, it felt so painfully good feeling his cock drag in and out and at unforgivable pace while his free hand was around your throat. Your jaw was slacked and drool came beside your mouth. “My little smart girl is nothing but a dumb slut right now? Too dumb on my Dick to make words?”

To this day he snickers when someone compliments your strength or how smart you are simply because Zoro knows it’s all a front.

Sanji

He was lowkey conflicted KSBSHSKSKS

You’re very unhinged (Nami’s words mostly). You never allowed men to get too close let alone touch you

You’ve even tried shooting at Zoro a few times because he drunk all your Sake

Sanji of course would worship the ground you walk on

He would also let you walk on him

You scared a lot of men during your time with them and Sanji was no exception; he was actually intimidated by you for a while

But seeing you be so tough in front of enemies yet right now you’re begging for more under him made him see you in a new light.

However Sanji wasn’t like Zoro and used it against you he moreso liked the switch of dynamic because he knew he was the only one that can see you like this

Alotta people think you’re the dominant one in the bed, and it irked Sanji a few times especially considering the green haired swordsman would tease him about it

“I already know Y/N makes you her little bitch.”

“WHAT’D YOU SAY JACKASS—-“

Sanji was a True gentlemen and he respected the way people viewed and feared you so he didn’t want it to get tainted by revealing how you really are when it’s just you both

So it was his little secret

“Please! Please deeper, Sanji!” Your eyes were filled with tears feeling his tongue shoved inside you. You already came not too long ago, but he didn’t let up. Your begs for him to stop suddenly now turned into pleads to keep going.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your folds making your eyes roll back pulling his hair. You notice how hard you were tugging and stopped

“I-I’m sorry I—“

Your face was flushed holding back your hand. Sanji crawled towards your face and kissed you slowly.

“Don’t apologize sweetheart. Pull my hair and tell me how good it feels.”

He never would tease you too harshly but he would be lying to say he didnt love the way you begged for him.

“Y-yes sir.” He doesn’t know when or why you started calling him that in bed but he has no complaints. He loves hearing it from your slurry mouth which just made him want to please you more.

Sanji has never heard your pretty voice apologize, even if you were wrong, but now he knows he can get it out of you when you’re in bed.

Luffy

You may have or may have not turned him into a Sadist.

You were just as careless as he was. You also being skilled assassin

Which is why he invited you to his crew

You knew your way around being stealth, shit talking, and even making man of thousands fall at your feet

You were a savage really you didn’t give a fuck you worked your own way sometimes even defying Luffy’s orders in the heat of the moment

But it was like messing with a whole new person when Luffy finally got to sleep with you. He always ends up breaking you.

He didn’t realize how submissive you were until Brook made a sly comment about you both

“I can’t imagine being in bed with Y/N! She would have me crying—but wait I have no eyes YOHOHOHOHO!”

It clicked something in Luffy’s brain. Wait. You’re always crying under him you’re never on top demanding anything?

So tonight he wanted to confirm if his theory was correct.

“Luffy i—“

“Captain. You call me captain.” He chuckled lowly at you. You were kneeled between his legs staring at his hard cock that he grew 4 extra inches this time with his arms behind his head.

“Captain I don’t think it can fit—“

“It can and it will sit. Now.”

You immediately obliged but the hesitation he seen was running on his patience with how you were hovering over him so he slams up into you making you yell out.

“See...” He began to continue his thrust not giving you time to adjust to the slight uncomfortable stretch inside you. You grabbed on his chest mouth agape, but he pulled them off making you lose balance and fall on him looking into his dark eyes with the toothpick in his mouth, he kissed you harshly continuing his attack in your twitching pussy

“Why don’t you listen to me like this when we are in battle? Hmm?”

You couldn’t speak which earned you a smack to the but and a faster pace.

“C-captain!”

“Y-you—ah—never like—-Listening to me when I tell you—to—stop—AH FUCK—That’s okay! I’ll fix you!”

[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

[respectthepetty]

HA might pull a reverse uno on us and reveal that Zo is doing all this because he has liked Joke all along and wanted Joke to be the one to confess first. Looking forward to me clowning myself 🤡

Anon, you've opened a floodgate.

Even though I cannot believe Zo is that clueless to Joke's feelings for him, I am firmly planted in the "Zo is clueless" garden purely for personal reasons -

I want Zo to feel manipulated. *put a pin in it*

Never trust a Thai trailer, especially a pilot trailer, but in it, Zo was VERY upset.

I want this.

No. Scratch that.

I need this!

I need Zo to try to manipulate his way into Nita's heart and pull it off. I need him to get the girl, then realize that everything he changed about himself to get her isn't who he really is, and how he went about getting her was completely wrong.

I need him to develop feelings for Joke along the way and not know what to do with them. I need him to want to break up with Nita and run to Joke, only to then learn that Joke AND HIS FRIENDS have been playing him this entire time, but why?

I need him to be conflicted.

It's not She's All That because there is no bet, but it IS She's All That because Joke is playing the long con, when he could've just confessed DAY ONE, but about what?

I need Zo to think he is being a hypocrite. He used Nita's ex to get the girl, and Joke used his friends to get to him. But unlike Zo, who I want to feel guilt, how long would Joke have kept it up if not found it, and what would Joke own up to?!

In my head, Zo will eventually own up to his lies because Zo is honest.

but Joke? Nah.

We got several kisses in the trailer that ZO INITIATES, but episode two showed us that Joke has whole scenarios playing out in his head, so are these kisses really happening or what Joke wants to happen?

It matters because Joke is in love with some dream version of Zo rather than confronting the real Zo right in front of him, and Zo MUST be clueless in order for this work.

This all hinges on Zo not being aware of Joke's feelings, and Joke not confessing them BEFORE Zo stumbles across some version of the truth that makes Joke look worse *take those pins out*.

If Zo is also playing his own game, good for him. But I am personally praying that some of the pilot trailer trickles through, and the boys are going to have to evaluate how "Hidden Agendas" hurt the ones they love.

Because Director Tee has already shown this is his specialty.

And I want the scholarship to be the tipping point.

Joke seems to be working class, yet magically wants to join the debate team. Zo wants that study aboard scholarship. It'd be hard to think you're not being used as a pawn in someone's game to get a scholarship that you've always wanted mostly if that person never confesses to the real reason why they played all these games to get close to you.

Wave and Trin have beef for a reason.

How easy would it be to convince their juniors that history is repeating?

Very easy if we start with the premise that Zo is clueless to Joke's feelings for him, and instead believes that Joke is doing all of this - joining the debate team, asking the best debater to tutor him, throwing the best debater off his game by flirting with him, and getting into his head - to win a scholarship.

Putting on my clown makeup now.

[marquisevonobst]

Okay, I did a thing! Little snippet about Mary's death, because I love to suffer.

@acrossthewavesoftime tiny gift for you.

At first, you did not notice me. A playful child, full of hope, mother’s beloved little girl. She, who still wept for her lost ones. Little Charles, James and the ones that will follow. But you do not know it yet. Too carefree. Too enchanted by the world that surrounds you. And mother will not cry in front of you, father will not acknowledge her feelings. You grasped your sister's hand, when they put your siblings one after another into a coffin. Tiny bones and a pale face, fire left their eyes. “They are sleeping, and God will greet them in heaven. It is his will.”, you told her. But she did not understand and started to cry. You hated black. Foremost you hated black on your mother. She did not deserve such sorrow.

“How can someone this graciousdamn her?”, you asked yourself one night after a prayer. A blasphemous thought that you immediately discarded, because everything is God’s will. But do not fret, my love, you will not remember their voice and laughter. Sometimes it is best to forget. But I, dearest Mary, will not leave your side. I was there when your far too young mother took her last rasping breaths. She, who loved you the most. The sixth death in your fledgling life. And not the last one. The day you loathed the way they light candles. I, who cradled you, when you thought about me, as a monstrous being. You have built up a façade. A mask you put on when life strangles you. Like that one fateful day, you had to marry him. So young, so frightened. Fifteen years is not an age one should endure this much. But neither your uncle, the king, nor your father, the duke, cared. Your father almost did my job, you know. You cried like a banshee when you saw your soon-to-be wedded husband. Smaller than you, crooked, with a hooked nose and an ugly moustache. Shipped off to an unknown country with a language you did not speak and a husband who could not love you, yet. And soon you will know how your mother felt when she lost her children. Miscarriage. You have tried so hard, my sweet. Cried and shouted for dear life, your mother, your sister and even your father. All were absent. Even Willem, who should have held you. But no. You met me again. And I almost got you, when I dried your tears and caressed your cheeks. But you grew stronger. And before I knew it, I had lost sight of you. I have met many others in your family. Poor Maria, who wanted nothing more than to join a convent and instead suffered one failed pregnancy after another. The same fate your sister was about to face. I gave the king his last glass of wine. Watched, as the doctors drained him of all his strength, all the glory of Old Rowley, the greatest stallion in the whole of England. But in the end, he has wished for nothing more than to be reunited with his father and lost siblings. Your family was replaced in my hands by lonely soldiers who died fighting for your husband, screaming out for their mothers in their last breaths. I gave them the most tender kiss. Kissed them like Willem kissed you. I admire how you have created love out of estrangement. My soul shattered when I saw your husband crying his heart out. “Nee, niet haar, niet haar alsjeblieft. Ze is nog zo jong!”

I saw how his body cramped, how his breathing became more laboured and convulsive, how he collapsed and was considered dead sooner than you. But, dear Mary, now I am with you again. But you do not detest me like you did the last time we met. You see me as a friend who pulls you into a long-awaited hug and strokes your hair. I dry your tears again, but you cannot stop them from flowing. You once told Willem that you wanted to die sooner than him because you would not be able to bear his death. And here I am, keeping my promise. Your feverish hand touches my cheek, for you know there is no compromise. And you kissed me, like you kissed him in the January rain.

But Mary, do not weep, for I will sing your song.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 14

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.9K

SUMMARY | The more dates Bucky and Y/N go on, the harder it is to keep their hands off of each other. When they decide to kick their relationship into the next gear, they have one of the most unforgettable nights of their lives together. The feeling doesn't last long, because when Bucky gets injured, she has to take care of him for once.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. A small sprinkle of Dutch is spoken (it will be translated for all of you who don't speak Dutch!), Bucky affectionately talks in Russian (Again, it will be translated!), smut [ Daddy kink, light praise kink, oral (M+F receiving), throat fucking, dirty talk, use of the word slut (used affectionately), fingering, spanking, protected sex, squirting, aftercare ], Bucky gets injured.

A/N | There is some Russian spoken in this too as well as some Dutch. However, I can not promise the Russian will be completely accurate, although I hope it is!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

It is nice that you and Bucky have been growing closer again after everything that happened, but now that you're dealing with it in therapy. The two of you have been on a few more dates, and today he decided he wanted to help you and your dad in one of his bakeries. Not that he can bake for the life of him, but he just enjoys spending time with you and your dad. ''Alright, did you want to help me make some cake batter? I promise I will measure everything out for you, all you have to do is put it in the mixer and turn it on afterward,'' you ask and he nods. ''That sounds like something I can do,'' he says as he gets up from the stool he was sitting on and observing you.

You walk past your dad and whisper to him to make an extra batch just to be safe and he just chuckles. ''I have faith that Bucky will do just fine!'' your dad says and you laugh. It feels good to be able to genuinely laugh again, and it warms Bucky from the inside to hear it. You get all the ingredients for a pink velvet cake ready, while Bucky watches you intently. ''I can watch you bake forever and never get bored of it, you know that?'' he says as he gets up and wraps his arms around you, your back connecting with his chest as he lays his chin on your shoulder. ''Oh I know, but I don't mind. I used to watch my dad for hours and hours as a kid, which is where my passion for it comes from!'' you smile at the memories.

When all the ingredients are ready you instruct Bucky in what order to put them in and everything. When that is done and he turned the mixer to the correct setting, you reward him with a small kiss. ''C'mere, you deserve it,'' you say as you wrap your arms around his neck, his immediately finding their spot on your hips as you lean in for a small, soft kiss. Your lips fit together perfectly and even though the kiss was small, it leaves both of you breathless. ''I can't believe I can finally kiss you whenever I want,'' you tell him and he chuckles. ''You could always have done that,'' he shrugs before letting go of you and checking on his batter.

''Sunshine? Can I talk to you for a minute?'' your dad asks and you nod. It is quiet in the bakery, but you instruct Bucky to man the front of the store regardless. There are small signs to notify which pastries and everything is where in the case, and there is a price list next to the register especially for Bucky, so he can help out there as well, which he enjoys. When he found out you did that just for him, he practically tackled you to the ground and almost had to have you right then and there, if it weren't for your dad walking in and interrupting the moment.

''Hoe gaat het met je? Ik kan zien dat je weer een stuk vrolijker bent sinds je zo goed met Bucky op kan schieten de laatste tijd,'' (How are you doing? I see that you're a lot happier since you're getting along great with Bucky lately), he asks and you nod, and you're glad he can tell that you're doing better. It's been amazing to have Bucky back. ''Ik voel me oprecht goed, en ik heb me al heel lang niet zo gevoeld. En ik zou liegen als ik zeg dat Bucky daar niet mee heeft geholpen!'' (I'm feeling genuinely good, and I haven't felt like this in a long time. And I would be lying if Bucky hadn't helped with that!). Your dad nods and pulls you in for a hug. ''I love you,'' he says. ''I love you more, Dad,'' you sigh and this time he lets it slip, he's just grateful to have you with him.

You notice it's getting busier in the front, so you jump in and help Bucky out. ''Shall I man the register and you get the pastries and everything for the people?'' you ask Bucky and he looks genuinely relieved by it. ''Yeah, that would be great!'' he says and quickly steps aside. Within no time the line is gone, and it is closing time. You turn the sign in the window to notify you're closed and lock the door. ''Dad, if you want you can go home, I can clean up around here,'' you tell him, and he agrees. ''I have to swing by the other bakery first, but thank you, Sunshine,'' he says and he grabs his jacket. ''Geen vreemde dingen doen als ik er niet ben!'' (Don't do weird things when I'm not here!) he says with a wink, making you blush as you're well aware of what he's hinting at.

''Are you okay? What did he say?'' Bucky asks when he sees you blush, but you brush it off. ''N-nothing. Don't worry about it,'' you say as you turn around, holding the edge of the counter to ground yourself a little bit. ''Also, I'm sorry to be eavesdropping, but what were the two of you talking about earlier? I heard my name a few times, and since I don't understand a single word you said...'' he asks, getting flushed this time. You burst out into laughter. ''That I can tell you! He just said that I seem to be a lot happier since we've been getting closer, and I said I feel better too due to having you back in my life,'' you tell him. I guess he just didn't want anyone to know what we talked about.

''I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable by speaking Dutch in your presence,'' you say. ''It's okay, мой подсолнух (My sunflower). I can do the same to you and you wouldn't know a word I'm saying when I speak Russian,'' he jokes and you nod. ''Fair enough!'' you say as you smack him softly against his chest, and you want to turn around before he stops you and whispers something in your ear. ''Ты такой красивый, и я самый счастливый человек в этой вселенной, что ты рядом со мной,'' (You're so beautiful, and I'm the luckiest man in this universe to have you by my side) he says and the feeling of his breath against the shell of your ear gives you goosebumps.

''Bucky,'' you moan softly, and a smirk forms on his face. ''So speaking Russian to you is the way to turn you into a puddle? I have to remember that,'' he says and your knees have buckled, so it's a good thing your still holding the counter otherwise you surely would have fallen by now. ''Let's go clean up, and afterward, I will take you out for some dinner,'' Bucky says and you nod. ''That would be great,'' you croak out, and he is well aware of what he did to you just now. It is all just a little preparation for later tonight because he plans to take your relationship a step further if you're up for it too. Little does he know, you were having the same idea.

With the two of you, it takes less than an hour to clean the entire bakery, and leftover pastries are packed up to give away to a local homeless shelter like your dad does every night, and they're always very grateful for it. When those are dropped off Bucky takes you to a diner where the two of you get quite a lot of food, you're both starving after working hard in the bakery today. ''Shall we get a milkshake to share as dessert? I'd like to talk to you about something,'' Bucky offers and you nod. ''Yeah, that would be nice,'' you say and the two of you order a peanut butter chocolate milkshake, which is your shared favorite. ''So, what is it you want to talk about?''

''Well, I was thinking about what your dad said today - if what you told me is what he said, of course...'' he says and you nod, notified that it is in fact what he said. ''...and I was hoping we could give this another shot, and I was wondering if you'd want to be my girlfriend? I'd love to make this official with you, again,'' he chuckles. ''Nothing would make me happier than to be your girlfriend, Bucky,'' you say as you take his hands in yours, enjoying the difference between them. The flesh being so warm, and the metal being so cool to the touch. ''Come to my apartment after dinner,'' you whisper and he nods. Not long after your milkshake arrived and when that's gone, Bucky pays for dinner and walks you out with his hand on the small of your back. All you think about is how good it feels to have that there.

~ Back at your apartment ~

The second both of you set foot in your apartment, you couldn't keep your hands off of one another for more than a second. There was a trail of shoes and clothing leading to the bedroom, and now you're here, on your knees, tears streaming down your face and Bucky's fist lodged in your hair as he fucks your throat hard. God, you wanted this for so long and you couldn't wait any longer. The second he ordered you to sit on your knees you immediately listened, and now your nails are burying in his thighs as you're struggling to breathe, but it feels so good, you're humping the air to get any bit of friction you can get, but since you're completely naked all you do is drip your slick onto your thighs and the floor below you.

''You're such a desperate slut for Daddy's cock, aren't you? Taking it all like the slut you are?'' he groans and you just moan as best as you can around his cock constantly hitting the back of your throat. ''Fuck, gonna cum, doll. Wanna cum in your throat,'' he grunts and with a few more thrusts ropes of warm, white cum are being shot down your throat you swallow every last drop of it before Bucky pulls out of your mouth and you whine at the loss of him inside your mouth. ''D-daddy feels good,'' you croak, not being able to speak after what Bucky did to you. ''Yeah? You're feeling good, dollface? I bet I can make you feel even better when I get my tongue on that soaking pussy of yours,'' he says as he helps you up and onto the bed.

He crawls over your body and leaves soft kisses in a line from your thigh over your hip towards your breasts, giving each of them a little attention with his tongue and teeth as they find your nipples, making your back arch slightly and leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. ''Hm, such a needy slut for me. Haven't been touched in so long you're desperate, aren't you?'' he asks and you nod. ''Need daddy, please,'' you whine. ''Well, you have me right here. Tell me what you want me to do, where you need a daddy and I will do it, but you have to tell me with your words,'' he teases because he knows you can't exactly get out and coherent sentences. ''Wan' you to fuck me,'' you breathe out.

''Hm, and what would you like me to fuck you with? Fingers? Tongue? Or are you just a desperate cockslut for your daddy's cock?'' and you nod. ''Want all of them,'' you whine out and you arch up, trying to get any bit of friction but without success. ''Daddy, please! Wan' to feel you inside me so bad! Please please fill me up,'' you beg and Bucky's smile grows wider. ''Such a good girl when you're begging me like that. Doing so good for me right now,'' he says and he kisses you fiercely before moving down and teasing your clit with his fingers making you gasp. ''Is this what you wanted? Did my needy slut need to be touched on her puffy clit?'' he taunts you and you nod. ''Y-Yes Daddy, please!'' tears streaming down your face out of frustration, but you're finally getting the friction you've been so desperate for this whole time.

Without warning he suddenly plunges two of his fingers inside your weeping pussy and you gasp, followed directly by an almost pornographic moan when you feel his fingers stretch you out so perfectly. ''Fuck, your pussy is holding my fingers in a fucking vice grip, doll. Can't move them so relax a little,'' as soon as he says that you do and it feels even better. The squelch his fingers make is almost too much but as soon as he attaches his lips to your clit all you can focus on is the feeling of him filling you up, and making you feel amazing. He keeps a steady pace with his fingers and you're nearing your orgasm, and he notices the way your breathing changes as well as the fact that you're getting even wetter.

''Gonna cum for me doll? Wanna cum on my fingers and tongue?'' he asks and you nod. ''Daddy please, wanna cum!'' you moan loudly and he picks up the pace ever so slightly as he curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot and within no time you're falling apart for him. ''D-daddy!'' is all you get out as the orgasm rushes through you. ''Hm, you look so good for me when you fall apart,'' he says and he gives small kisses on your inner thighs as he pulls his fingers out. The loss has you whining slightly, but before you know it Bucky is back on top of you, giving you soft kisses to make you feel better. ''Hi, pretty girl,'' he says as he wipes the hair out of your face that is sticking to it from all the sweat.

''Hi Daddy,'' you croak and he chuckles a little. His mouth gives soft kisses on your cheeks, along your jaw, on your forehead, and your nose, everywhere he can reach right now. ''Do you want me to make you feel even better?'' he asks and you just nod. ''Please, Daddy,'' you say, and suddenly you've flipped around, laying sprawled out on top of him as he reaches over to your bedside table to grab a condom. ''How did that get there?'' you wonder and it makes Bucky laugh. ''I put it there earlier so it would be easy to grab,'' he explains. ''Can you sit up for me? Or do you need to stay like this for a little longer?'' he asks and you're very comfy, so you decide to stay like this a little bit longer. It's a good thing that Bucky's super soldier serum keeps him hard and ready to go for a while because you weren't planning on moving yet.

The two of you cuddle like that for a good 30 minutes before you sigh and sit up. ''There she is! I thought you fell asleep at some point,'' Bucky says as he holds your hips to steady you. ''Maybe, I don't know to be honest, but I'm ready for more now,'' you say with a smirk, your hand reaching back to feel just how hard he still is. ''Feels like you're ready to go to, huh?'' you say and he lifts you, already having put on the condom when you were just laying on top of him. You raise yourself a little and line Bucky's thick cock up with your dripping entrance, and when you sink you moan loudly, while Bucky plays softly with your clit to relax you a little as you take more of him.

''Hm, feels so good inside me Daddy,'' you say followed by a breathy moan as you completely take him, his tip hitting your sweet spot on the way in. ''Gonna go slow though, want to enjoy this as long as I can,'' you say as you slowly start raising yourself before sitting back down, making Bucky groan at the feeling of your walls around him. ''Fuck, you feel so good on the inside doll, wanna be buried inside you forever,'' he says and you continue your movements while your hands roam over Bucky's abs and chest, feeling every single muscle and edge. After having slow, lazy sex like this for a bit you lean forward until your mouth is at Bucky's ear, and you whisper something that makes him almost go feral.

''Please Daddy, make me squirt like the desperate little slut I am for your thick cock,'' you say before nibbling on his pulse point and after letting out a deep groan he grabs your ass and spanks you hard with both hands at the same time making you whine loudly. He puts his feet on the bed and bends his legs to get the leverage he needs to fuck into you deep and hard, and since you're already on the edge of your orgasm it doesn't take long for him to fulfill your wish. He fucks into you hard and fast while his arms are grabbing your ass so hard you're sure it's leaving bruises, but all you care about is the immense pleasure he's giving you like this.

''Close, Daddy! Gonna cum!'' he says and you snake your hand between your bodies to play with your clit as he keeps hitting your sweet spot deep inside you. With a few more loud moans you squirt all over him, your legs, and the bed, and Bucky buries himself deep inside you once more as he cums too, without warning. ''Jesus doll, you made me cum too,'' he pants as he rides out both your orgasms until you're both too sensitive and he has to pull out. He pulls you closer into his arms and the two of you stay like this for a few minutes, basking in each other's pleasure and closeness. ''Shall we take a bath together?'' he asks and you nod. ''Okay, but that means I have to leave you for a bit, but I'll be back soon!'' he says and you roll off of him, laying sprawled out like a starfish on your back.

He runs a bath and puts in your favorite bath bomb (it isn't hard to guess which one it is since you have a whole stack of them), before taking off the condom and throwing it away. He cleans himself off before walking back to the bedroom where you're still laying on the bed, wearing nothing but a huge smile on your face. ''What got you all happy like that, pretty girl?'' he asks as he sits down on the bed next to you, bending over to give soft kisses on your forehead. ''You,'' is all you say before cupping his cheek and bringing him in for a slow, passionate kiss. ''Ik hou van jou,'' (I love you), you slip out, but you won't regret it at all. ''Я тоже тебя люблю, куколка'' (I love you too, doll).

After you confessed your love, both you and Bucky go to the bathtub, but you're carried bridal style and you're not mad at it honestly. Bucky steps into the bath and sits down while repositioning you in a way that you're back is leaning against his chest before handing you a bottle of water. ''Here, you need to drink this to feel better. I also got you some chocolate,'' he says and your eyes go wide at the word chocolate. ''My favorite?'' you ask giddily, and he nods. ''Got you the caramel-filled chocolate you love,'' and with that, you feel like you're in heaven again. Between sips of water Bucky gives you some pieces of chocolate as well as eating some himself, and when that's all finished he washes your body and hair.

''Wanna wash you too,'' you say and you turn around, so you can wash Bucky. ''Sorry about your arm,'' you whisper and Bucky giggles at that. ''Why are you sorry, doll? It's not your fault I have this arm,'' he says, but you still feel bad regardless. ''I know, but I know how much you went through to get this and I just think it sucks, because you deserve none of that. But it does look cool,'' you say and you both laugh. ''It sure as hell does,'' he says and you wash his body followed by his hair. When you're all done you both get out and Bucky quickly changes the sheets so you can lay in a clean bed. When the two of you are cuddling, you fall into a deep sleep, shortly followed by Bucky.

~ A week later ~

When you woke up the next morning after your first time with Bucky, you felt like you were still on cloud nine. It is still a little hard to believe he is your boyfriend, but you're very grateful. What you were not so grateful for, however, is the fact that he had to leave early for an emergency mission, and you were left all alone. It did give you some time to hang out with Pepper though, since Tony was on the mission too. ''So? How was it?'' she asks when the two of you are sitting on the couch and catching up, you just told her you had sex with Bucky, and he wants to know all the details. ''Oh god, it was amazing! It was very rough and just, desperate lust at first, but once we both came it was nothing but pure love and I'm grateful for that,'' you sigh, thinking back to that faithful evening. ''I honestly forgot what it felt like to just make love to someone, to not have to worry about anything and just be wrapped up in the moment,'' you say with a big smile on your face.

''I'm glad you enjoyed it, it sounds like the perfect first time for both of you,'' she says. ''And are you together, or...?'' and you nod. ''Before we had the night of our lives he took me to dinner and he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend and obviously, I said yes. But now he's on that mission and-'', before you could finish that thought your phone was ringing so you picked it up to see Tony is calling you. ''It's Tony...'' you say as you show Pepper and you quickly pick up. ''Tony, is everything alright? Are you hurt?'' you ask. ''I'm okay, honey, it's not me you have to worry about. Bucky got injured badly and is on his way to the Compound, so you should meet him at the hangar when the jet lands,'' he says. ''Sorry to have to tell you like this,''. ''It's okay, thank you for telling me...'' is all you say before you hang up. ''Bucky's injured,'' you say and you feel the tears creeping up again.

Not much later you're at the Compound waiting for Bucky, and you're getting impatient. Suddenly you hear the roaring engine and Steve lands the jet easily before opening the door, and you run onto it. ''Where is he?!'' you ask frantically and Steve immediately guides you to Bucky, who has a very deep cut across his chest, and his leg is in a weird angle. The super soldier serum isn't helping much with his healing, and it hurts to see him like this. ''Doll...'' is all he croaks out but you shush him. ''It's okay, I'm here. You're going to be okay,'' you say as you place a soft kiss on his head. This time it's time to take care of him, instead of the other way around and you're ready for it.

[zozo-01]

"round and round on a horse like a carousel."

Here we are!! We finally got this massive fic out and done! I've always wanted to write a fic with Sam and Gavin, anddd my official bodycount is now up to two (thousand)!!! Special shout out to my lovely 'zo keeper' @gingerbreadmonsters who is enjoying some perfectly desrved R&R on the other side of the world!!! Thank you for letting me play with your theory and shoving Sam and Darlin' into it!!!

 CW: Angst, Multiple Major Character Death (most of it is shown but only one is described), Grieving Characters, (they are not handling the grieving process well), Hopelessness and Despair all around, Ambiguous Ending, Manipulation, Slight Coercion, Follows Ginger's "Echo is Gavin" Theory, Multiverse (kind of), Poor Sam is going t h r o u g h it, Echo doesn't care, Despite everything Echo does care for Sam, Mentions of Alexis invoking Sam to kill Darlin', You need to read 'have and hold' and 'reeling' to understand what is going on

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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“Well you’re as handsome as the day I met you.”

He didn’t know what he let out, if it was a chuckle or sob. To be quite honest, he couldn’t hear anything except for the voice of the raspy shifter in bed. He needed to hear them, for what limited time they had left together. If he can’t go on with eternity with them, then at least let him burn their voice, their magical laugh, in his head. For the nights (or days he suppose) when everything is too much and he feels like he’ll burst, the memory of their voice will bring him back. Calm the angry threads that are barely bursting from the seams.

Although, one could argue that the memory of them in any capacity would shatter him more than what trivial and worldly matter will plague him.

“And you’re just as beautiful, Darlin’.”

Darlin’s hoarse chuckle led to a series of coughs. Realistically, Sam knows that their lungs aren’t what they used to be, but every cough had his core pulsating with the need to heal them. Not that healing magic would do them any good.

Another moment of silence passed, the clock ticking becoming louder. 

“I’m sorry, Sammy.”

He shook his head and repeated the same phrase once again. “It ain’t your fault.”

With a stubborn glint, one that had weakened with time, Darlin’ replied, “But I don’t want to leave you!” Their eyes were watery and their voice strained with pain in their chest. Part of him was scared that they were wasting precious energy trying to stay strong for him. Leave it to them to not rest in their final moments.

(Wait a minute, was that crack in the corner always there?) He wiped their tears, feeling his own build up, not that he’ll ever let himself cry when they needed more comfort than himself. He’ll have all the time to be selfish later. “I understand, you didn’t wanna be turned, I get it more than anyone else.”

But his words weren’t enough to change their mind. He’s long accepted that fact yet he continues. “We both knew this day was going to come. And listen to me,” he kneeled on the ground and held their hands, “I had the time of my life with you. You’ve made me the happiest man I could be, and to this day I still think I don’t deserve it. But I am the luckiest man ever to call you my mate.” He kissed their temple. “I love you, Darlin’.”

They gave a weak smile. “I love you too, my Nashira.” Their breathing slowed and they relaxed on the bed. “I’m tired, baby…” Their voice drifted off and Sam accepted the worst.

“Sleep, my love, you deserve to rest.” He kissed their forehead for the last time and watched them take their last breath. 

(Seriously, the hospital was brand new, why were there cracks in the ceiling?) Now that he was confident they were gone, he clutched onto this body, sobbing into their shoulder and mumbling about how they deserve peace in the afterlife. 

But it wasn’t fair.

Why couldn’t he have been made human so he could at least join them soon? A selfish part of his wishes that Darlin’ was turned into a vampire so they could be immortal and happy. Whatever the case, why must he lose his love when everyone else can have theirs? Why must he have a bad ending after being dealt a bad life and bad death? 

His mother always warned him to always be careful of what he wished for, but right now, he’d suffer any and all consequences just to meet them again. 

(Ok this is getting concerning now, because now the entire ceiling is gone-)

“What a shame. Another iteration, another failed attempt.”

Sam had wondered if a foreign voice could sound so familiar. It was cold and distant, like a scientist viewing the results of an experiment. But it had a sense of sorrow, a type of exasperation. Whoever this ‘scientist’ was wanted his experiment to work, but something told Sam that he was used to failure. In a weird sense, it sounded like a mixture of every voice he heard in his life. A strange concoction of dialects and accents and tones that left him unsure who to pin the owner of this voice. 

(There was one person that came to his head, but he shook that thought immediately. The voice in his head was too cruel to be him.)

There were other voices in his brain too. The ones that belonged to one of the few friends his mate made in their youth. (They’d always called it their Starboy era.) 

An incubus that they had met in one of the many clubs they adored and his partner that he worshipped over anything else.

“You’re my sky, deviant. The space between my stars… In a lifetime of sensing the emotions of others, I never imagined I could feel like this... This much… And I am so grateful for it, and for you.”

Who the fuck was that-

Gone was the bed where his Darlin’ passed in their sleep, the world had cracked and broke around him, only for them to be replaced with a clear sarcophagus and an eternal night sky.

Inside was the body of the Freelancer that was once adored by his incubus friend. 

(Wait a minute, didn’t he see them last week?)

Before he can think any further, from the neverending nothing, a body emerged. It was an incubus, that much Sam could tell from his aura, but instead of the pink colouring that most incubi had, this one was all black. The tips of his horns were a midnight shade, without any of the stars that make the night sky beautiful. His eyes were devoid of any light, and he had the feeling that something ripped the light from his eyes and used it to paint the stars. 

There was something else that was off with him. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off the outline of the not-so-incubus incubus, puzzled by the glitching effect that surrounded him. The false sex demon (or at least, he thinks it’s a fake) was outlined with a pink and white hue, not like the usual red and blue glitches he’s seen before. He was causing disturbances in the otherwise stunning galaxy themed room. It was clear that this… Whatever this being was, he didn’t belong here. Sam had an inkling that this irregularity hadn’t come to give his condolences for his mate’s death.

(He could never understand how the term incubus, a term referring to creatures of light and fun and sex could also refer to a dark and twisted nightmare.)

(He was about to find out soon.)

The demon smiled, leaning his arms against the sarcophagus and chuckled, “Hello Nashira.”

Sam bared his fangs at the stranger, distrust filling his body. “You don’t get to fuckin’ call me that.” There were only two people who could call him that. One of them was dead. And the other was about to become dead inside. (Shh. Don't tell Sam that, this is our secret.)

The demon pouted, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh? You don’t remember me, Samuel? We go all the way back.” He gave a sly smile that Sam found all too familiar. “Your mate loves- oh, excuse my language, I had forgotten, loved having me around.”

Sam growled, “Don’t you fuckin’ talk like that around me.” He glanced at the dead or sleeping freelancer in the sarcophagus. “Or else you’ll be seein’ my mate and that partner of yours real fuckin’ soon.” Sure it was a low blow, but this incubi impersonator struck first and Sam’s never been known to hold back any punches, especially when it comes to his mate. In his anger, he even forgot the contradiction presented by the body in the sarcophagus. 

(Came. He meant when it came with his mate. No one tells you how hard it is to change the tenses in his words, let alone his mind.)

The impersonator raised an eyebrow, his eyes becoming darker, but that smile remained on his face. “Samuel, Samuel, Samuel. It’s adorable that you think a vampire can overpower a demon, but I shall let you feed your own delusions.” 

The demon paused for a minute. “You know, you and I used to get along so well,” he sighed. “Though I can’t blame you. It’s been years since we last saw each other, after all.”

“As if I’d befriend a prick like you,” Sam scoffed. Ok, maybe pissing off a demon isn’t a good idea, even when he considers his own immortality, but man oh fucking man, this demon’s a dipshit asshole and he wants to knock him down a peg.

The demon barked out a laugh, and Sam wonders where he’s heard that before. “Alright, then I’ll just have to remind you, Nashira. How about a trip down our memory lane?” 

It was a deal. With the way his voice sounded, it seemed like the impersonator made countless deals in his lifetime. The tone came to him naturally, he definitely has used it before. (Sam wonders if he was one of this creature’s past deals). Everything in him was screaming at him to turn away from this devil’s ploy, but his morbid curiosity craved the apple the demon was offering. 

“Alright, I’ll bite.” …The pun was honestly unintentional, but by God, if this demon is going to make a comment about it, he’s going to-

The smirk from the demon said it all. “You vampires sure love to bite things don’t you. Am I the next thing on your ‘to-be-bitten list’?”

“Shut up, demon, and get on with your story,” he grumbled, fully knowing he walked into that himself.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get off your case, Nashira,” he said, the sly smirk faded into a small smile, his eyes giving away that he was reminiscing on a memory. “I brought them, your darlin’, home one night. They had decided to get absolutely inebriated, so I had to carry them.” He walked around the sarcophagus and in front of Sam. “You chastised them for going above their limit, and they insisted that they were absolutely fine and it didn’t matter because I was there.” 

He went silent for a moment, a fond smile on his face. “They were always so stubborn…” His voice was quiet yet filled with adoration. Why was he talking about Dar-

The demon shook his head, breaking his trance and continued. “After you put them to bed, we caught up and I told you to be careful with their heart, that you were their ‘Nashira’. And you promised that-”

“That I’d burn the world and kill anyone in their way to make sure they’d never suffer another day again…” Shock filled his body, mouth hanging open and eyes embedded onto the demon. “How did you know?”

There was no way. His darlin’ was asleep and now permanently so, so they couldn’t have somehow told this stranger. And there was only one other person in the room that night. So it has to be him. But it’s impossible, there’s no way. The demon in front of him was far more cruel than the one he shared that sentiment with. Although… The body was similar to him, bar for the glitches and black colouring… And his voice was eerily similar, easily discernible from the cacophony of voices when the demon opened his mouth… And even that fucking bite joke is so him…

So then…

“Gavin? Is that you?”

There was a wistful smile on the stranger's face, almost happy by Sam’s attempt at discerning his identity. He let out a hollow chuckle, eyes glistening for a quick moment. “Ah, it’s been a while since someone has called me by that name, I almost forgot what it sounded like coming from another person’s mouth.” 

Sam stared, aghast. Surely it couldn’t be possible.

The shadow-man continued. “I only hear that name within the fleeting memories I torment myself with, willing to endure the pain so I can hear my name with their voice, just as it should be.”

He paused, mockingly bowing in front of the vampire. “So thank you, Samuel, for reminding me of that accursed name, but you are mistaken, my Nashira.” He cruelly smirked, eyes becoming blacker than black, whatever sliver of light that remained had gone, leaving the bitter and powerful entity. “The Gavin you knew is dead within the stadium walls, along with my deviant and your mate, all those years ago in the Inversion.”

A friend, wearing a stranger’s face. Familiarity and foreignness mixing together in an uncomfortable manner. 

“These days, I go by Echo.”

(Ok, that’s impossible. He can clearly picture his Darlin’ charging through the crowd in the aftermath in their gorgeous wolf form, and he remembers watching them like they were an angel sent from above. There was no way, no fucking way, that they could have died.)

(They weren’t even in the wards during that god forsaken day.)

Gav- Echo stood straighter, like he was proud of the person he’s become. Sam still couldn’t believe it. The incubus he knew was sweet and kind, with a heart of the purest gold that’s ever been mined. He was the type of man who’d carry old ladies’ purses while they cross the street, or make funny faces at the baby in the stroller. 

He loves unconditionally, becoming immortal not by the magic flowing through his veins, but by the magic he leaves behind in the hearts of the people he interacted with.

But this person… This echo of the demon he knew… He was the furthest from what he remembered of him. 

Echo chuckled at the puzzled thoughts that shone in Sam’s eyes. “This still is my favourite part, reminding you of our mission and updating you on how close I am to finishing it.”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? What mission? I didn’t agree to shit. And that still doesn’t explain what the hell happen to you Gavin! I saw you last week with your partner at the hospital! So how are they in that glass coffin!”

Echo snarled at his old name and raised his voice. “I told you, I go by Echo now.” He caressed the clear sarcophagus in a gentle way, like a lover caresses their partner’s cheek. “Gavin died when they did,” he whispered, like it was a secret between the two men. 

Sam understood it, recognized that pain. Part of him died with Darlin’ and now he might hurl any time someone not them calls him ‘Samuel’. It was their name to use and now it’ll have no use.

He furrowed his eyes, taken aback by Echo’s statement. But they were alive, he spoke to them last week. Despite their equal old age to his mate, them and their Gavin (the nice one, not this monstrosity in front of him), would constantly come by the hospital to see how Darlin’ was doing. It was nice, the support they, the clan and the pack provided was vital for him to keep his sanity.

Despite every logical sense making it seem like Echo is lying, the pain in his voice, the despair in his eyes, it was too real. The flinch his body did when he called him ‘Gavin’ was way too specific for it to be a simple mimicry of other grieving lovers. Whatever this version of the Gavin he cared for was, he’d experience the loss of his Deviant.

Either that or Echo should be given an Oscar for his performance tonight.  

Perplexed by this paradox, he opened his mouth to ask. Surely he deserves some answers as to what’s going on in this fever dream. “But they’re alive… I saw them breathin’.” He dared to step closer, a small part of him wanting to comfort Echo over their shared pain. 

A bittersweet smile graced his face, and yet again, it was too raw and real for anyone to fake. “They won’t be alive for much longer, Nashira.” With a wave of his hand, the starry night scene that they’d been in had morphed into a house.

This was Gavin’s and Freelancer’s house.

Sam looked over to the couch to see the human and incubus sitting there, laughing at the TV in front of them. Of course they were watching ‘Pingu’. He still couldn’t fathom why on earth either of them adore that show, but you can bet that their nights had consisted of curling up in their Cinnamoroll pajamas and laughing at the absurdity of the penguins on the screen. It was cute and wholesome and the exact domesticity that both of them deserved, so he never said anything. He can appreciate cuddles and a show to laugh at, even if he didn’t agree with the entertainment itself. Besides, it was nice to see the tradition be continued all these years later.

“I don’t even know why I loved that penguin show, but it’s just too damn loveable to not be obsessed with it,” Echo mused, walking towards the older version of his freelancer. “Admittedly, the pajamas were also my idea. I know, I know, seems out of character for me, but I digress. I do look damn good in a Keroppi onesie.” He chuckled and knelt before the older freelancer, caressing their cheek, even though Sam had a feeling the freelancer couldn’t feel his touch. His iconic glitches had calmed, and he became more grounded in reality.

Sam wondered if the freelancer calmed Echo’s rage, the same way Darlin’ did for him.

He felt a bubble of smugness burst through him, happy at the thought that for the first time during this fever dream, he got a leg up on Echo. “See? Told you they’re still alive, so you can cut the horse shit and tell me what the fuck is goin’ on here.”

A beat passed and Freelancer fell onto the ground, clutching their heart in deep agony.

Any and all pride that Sam felt a few seconds ago gave way to dread, forgetting that once again that darker incubus had been right again. He rushed forward, instincts taking over to try to heal his friend, only to be stopped when Echo put a hand on his shoulder.

“There’s no use, Nashira, they’re already gone.” His face had a hardened look, like he’d watch this scene happen over and over, but his voice had a resigned sadness in it. That despite expecting this result, he wished it would end differently. 

Wish carefully, listener. Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost.

He tried to plead, struggling against the demon’s grip, “I can help! It ain’t fair that he loses his partner too! Send me back and let me save them-”

“Do you think I haven’t tried that?!” Echo responded with a question that Sam was sure rhetorical. His voice kept a steady tone, but it didn’t do much to hide the rage from his voice. “I have tried every single variation, every single possibility, changed every single variable but it leads to the same fucking outcome. Your mate dies and my deviant follows them to the River.” He pulled the vampire up on his feet and whisked them both back to the starry room that they began this conversation in. “How dare you be so arrogant that you think you can change this? If anyone can save them both, it will be me.” He seethed every word, and Sam could finally see the total toll it had taken on Echo.

That still didn’t explain what he had gone through, and Sam wanted to understand. Whether or not he could comprehend it was up to how well Echo explained everything to him. 

Echo sighed, rage leaving his face and replacing it with apathy. “Apologies Samuel, I know you don’t remember anything. But can you blame me for losing my shit when you’re being, and I’m putting this gently, a goddamned idiot.” He looked back at the sarcophagus, affectionately rubbing it once again. 

(Come to think of it, the way Echo rubs the coffin reminds him of the window cleaners on the skyscrapers he’s seen. He can even picture the cloth in Echo’s hand, methodically wiping it clean. Huh, no wonder why the sarcophagus is all sparkly and shiny.)

Sam had taken offence of the insult, but he remembered the ache in his voice a moment prior. He could see the gears turning in Echo’s head, a restless mind coming up with another plan to achieve his ultimate desire. 

An unconscious part of him wanted to help the former incubus (the jury is still at the stands) succeed in his goal. Was it because despite evidence to the contrary, Echo looked and spoke and moved like his best friend? Or was it in his nature to heal people, lend a helping hand to those who needed it? 

(Was it because his Darlin’ would have jumped at the opportunity to help a ‘friend’ out and he needed to keep their soul tethered to the mortal world for a little while longer?)

(But maybe he’s always been a selfish man, and this was his way to get his Darlin’ back permanently.)

Apple firmly in his hand, he weighed the consequences of taking the fated bite. His mind screamed that indebting his soul to the devil is a terrible idea. But he needed to get some answers, to understand the clusterfuck chain of events that leads him to this very moment. A deal with a devil never killed anybody, especially if he knows that the devil was once an angel. 

“You mentioned earlier that we been through this before?” Sam recalled.

Echo nodded thoughtfully, choosing his next words carefully. “Are you sure, Samuel? You don’t understand what you’re asking to learn.”

“More than anythin’ in my life,” he confidently answered, stamping out any fear or uncertainty from his voice. His mate would’ve been disappointed in him. They hadn’t gone to law school just to see their mate agree to a contract without seeing the terms.

“If you’re gonna sign your ass away, at least do it with consent and knowledge, Sammy.”

God, he missed their voice. He wanted to hear it again like a dark forest craves the sun.

The far-too-demonic incubus narrowed his eyes at the vampire, his scowl growing deeper. His cold voice spoke, “Well fine, I’ll make that decision for you.” He stalked closer to Sam, the once pink and white glitches surrounding his body becoming more intense. The distortions seemed to respond to Echo’s emotions, and by the looks of it, he had a fury that rivaled the most spiteful Gods. 

Had his teeth become sharper? His horns larger? Sam didn’t have time to answer these questions because faster than he could perceive, Echo stopped within striking distance of the vampire, snarling in disgust and rage. 

“Absolutely no.”

Sam opened his mouth to retort, “Hold on, ain’t you the one who just said that we been through this before?” If there was anything he hated more than a two faced, back-stabbing, lying bitch ass, it’s a motherfucker who goes back on his word. 

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering an ‘I don’t have time for this’ under his breath. “Look, I get it. You want to save your mate, really I do. But learning the grander plan at play would only bring you more pain.” He placed both his hands on Sam’s shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze. “We can do this without you having to bear the weight of this knowledge. Let this be my burden to carry.”

Fuck that shit. Sam had never been the type to let someone else solve his problems, especially when it comes to his mate, and no dimension-breaking asshole imitation of his mate’s best friend is going to change that. 

“Gav- Echo,” he said hesitantly, “I wanna help you save both of our partners, and me knowin’ will just help your cause.” Sam felt the urge to get on his knees and beg, just so he can understand what the fuck is going on. “Please, I need to know.”

He let go of Sam’s shoulder and takes a step back. Echo’s face conformed into a cold fury, a far cry from the comforting tone he used a second prior. “I tried to make this as painless as possible for you, Nashira,” he spat out, with an effort to remain as calm as he could. But with every word Echo said, his composure wavered, a strained frustration creeping into his voice. “Yet you clearly, want to make things harder for yourself.” 

Sam watched as Echo’s glitches threatened to rip apart the reality they presided in. Tears appeared in the night sky and the stars were falling on the “ground” they stood on, crashing and exploding into a brilliant white light. For each star that descended from this makeshift heaven, Sam could hear Gavin’s voice from a life from long ago.

“I can be both a good man and a very bad incubus all at once.”

“You can let yourself feel everything right now, and I’ll weather this storm with you. Just like you did for me.”

“Now, there’s an idea. You know I’m a sucker for a callback.”

(Sam also noted that the sarcophagus carrying Freelancer’s body had vanished. Where to? He hadn’t the faintest clue, but something told him that even in death, Echo didn’t want his deviant to see him in this rageful state.)

His pondering was cut off with Echo’s booming and well, for lack of a better term, echoing voice. “Do you have any idea how it feels to carry millennia worth of memories that no one but I understand? How it kills me to know everything about you and your mate and Damien and Lasko and Huxley and them, but knowing all you will only exist in my life for a fraction of the time I’ve spent observing this world?”

A moment of silence passed.

Everything stopped.

Sam half expected for Echo to evaporate into non-existence. (What that meant he had no idea, but he didn’t have time to contemplate existentialism right now.) 

Instead, Echo composed himself. He waved a hand and every fallen star rose back into the sky and the reality-breaking tears stitched themselves back. “If you wish to become a stubborn, unnecessary martyr, then be my guest. But don’t you dare regret this decision later on.”

Sam couldn’t get a word in before Echo spoke once again. The room went dark again, but before he could panic about the sudden blindness, Echo spoke directly into his mind, a cacophony of every voice Sam has ever heard blanding into one harmonious tune. 

"Wish carefully, Nashira. Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost."

(Glad to know Echo keeps the talks-a-lot-incubus tradition alive.)

On an unrelated note, Sam’s eyes felt heavy, like he hadn’t slept for eons. Sure he’s not known for his impeccable sleep schedule, but he’s never one to turn down the chance at some shut eye. Besides he’s had a hard life, let him lay down… And get some sleep… Maybe dream of them if he’s lucky.

(When has Samuel Collins ever been lucky?)

…

You know how when you fall asleep on a bus? Or on the train? (Or the tube as the British call it.) You don’t know when you fall asleep, and you know for a damn fact that you shouldn’t be sleeping in public where anyone can just… You’re sleeping on a train, you can fill in the rest.

That was what Sam experienced. Should he be sleeping in front of an omnipotent being that’s only one step away from a God? Absolutely no, but he did it anyway. Though on the bright side, at least he’s been blessed with a dream. 

But it's not them. 

“Samuel, I promise there’s a way to bring them back! But you have to believe me!”

“How Gavin!? How the fuck am I supposed believe when you say you’re gonna bring them back? I saw that shade fuckin’ drain ‘em! I saw the life fade from their eyes! You’re either delusional for thinkin’ you can save both of’ our partners, or your bein’ cruel for no goddamn reason.”

“Well you better believe me, because I can. But… It means watching them die over and over again until we get it right. Can you do that? Can you fall in love with them, only to know that you will only be guaranteed eternal happiness once?”

“...You do it everyday with your freelancer, don’t you? Why shouldn’t this be any different?”

“I’m not asking for me. Are you able to handle that kind of pain?”

“Lord knows I’d endure a thousand hells for them. I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

“Alright, my dear Nashira, just remember…

…Actions have consequences. And wishes granted have a cost."

Oh right. He agreed to a deal. There was no point in wondering if he was making a deal with the devil because he bit the damned fruit long before he could even remember it.

A snapping sound slowly drags him back to consciousness, and a harsh reminder from Echo brings him back all the way. 

(Come to think of it, Sam didn’t even think he fell asleep. He just disassociated so hard that he felt his soul leave his body and relieve that past memory. Or maybe it wasn’t all in his head? Great, add time travel to the weird shit that’s happened so far.)

“Wake up, Sam,” he says with a harsh tone. If Echo had the same mannerisms, and everything tonight (or today?) proved that to be true, then Echo calling Sam ‘Sam’ and not some nickname or ‘Samuel’ or ‘Nashira’ meant that he’s pissed. Not in a ‘Freelancer not giving him affection for more than five minutes’ kind of way, but in a more ‘watching some professor antagonize Damien for being a fire elemental’ way.

Sam just hoped that perhaps Echo will have more mercy on him than the scarred professor.

(Emotionally scarred. She wasn’t worth having to deal with all the paperwork from D.U.M.P.)

“So you finally remember everything?” He may have posed it as a question, but the mocking undertone was a clear indication that he already knew that answer. It was silent for a moment, only to be broken when Echo clasped his hands together. “Well it’s always wonderful to speak to you, Nashira, but we have partners to revive, which if we’re being honest, would have been done quite earlier if someone would keep his reckless wolf alive.” 

What… No, he can’t…

Again? He had to go through that again? How on Earth did Echo expect him to go through the same love story for the thousandth time? If the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over and over again, then he has long gone past the deep end. He didn’t even know what possessed him to agree to this fucking deal those lifetimes ago. God damn it, he should have never bit the apple. Bringing people back? From the dead? The closest anyone has gotten to that is a vampire’s turning, but he knew his Darlin’ would rather die than give up their wolf. So he has to find a way to keep them immortal without turning them.

Cool. No pressure. When you boil it down to a simple sentence, it seems doable. 

That was before he had to watch them die a thousand times, and having to prepare himself from watching them die a thousand more.

He remembers it all now. The doomed timelines, the sinking and permanent dread that accompanied him around their death, the constant beratement from Echo whenever he failed. Given that he’s still here, talking to Echo and not enjoying immortal bliss with Darlin’ goes to show how much he has failed.

How dare Samuel Collins be so arrogant as to think as he could reverse an event so vital to the timelines he has the privilege of residing in. Does he not know his misery keeps his world spinning?

(Of course he knows why he agreed to all of this. Echo… Gavin’s voice held so much conviction, so much belief, that this plan could work. To call it a plan is giving it more credit than it deserves. It’s more of a hypothesis. However, theory can only be made fact if there is evidence behind it. At this point, it’s proving to be more fictitious everyday.)

In a meek voice, not out of fear but hesitation, Sam spoke for what seems to be the first time in a while.

“No.”

Echo halted. No, scratch that, the entire room just stopped. 

Before the stars and little clouds in the sky moved, twirling and twinkling in the false night sky.

The room seemed to forget how to breathe. Sam had to remind himself that despite his undead status, he wasn’t allowed the luxury of forgetting.

Echo scoffed, once then twice. Then he started cackling, bending over and clutching his stomach in a failed attempt to control this burst of joy. Or perhaps the absurdity of the entire situation has finally caught up to him. 

The ground cracked underneath the demon’s feet as he stomped around the room-dimension thing. “Of course, of course! I should have known that this would happen!” He muttered to himself. “Every single time we meet like this, you try to bail out because of your bullshit morals. Morals, that mind you, you only have because of them.” The stars heated up as his glare intensified. “Need I remind you how you treated Fred’s progeny?”

Sam was still living with the guilt of how he treated them and how they're relationship fell apart. 

If only he met Darlin' earlier-

“That's exactly it!” He yelled and the room shook with his fury. Did Echo just read his mind? “You’ve always based your decisions on what they would want you to do.” He scoffed, the temperature dropping as ice laced his voice. “Not that it ever stopped you before.”

Sam didn’t know if the chill down his spine came from the cold of the room or the cold hard truth his deranged friend was speaking. He was right. Sam will whine and cry about morals and standards and questions and thoughts of ‘what would Darlin’ do’, but it didn’t matter. In the end, he’d continue on with Echo’s mad experiment to save them. (Save them both.)

Bite the apple from the snake, suffer the consequences of the sin, go back to the Garden of Eden and do it all over again.

(Does that make his darlin’ the Adam in this story? Convincing him that eternal damnation wasn’t worth the pain of immortality? It wasn’t that Darlin’ didn’t wouldn’t agree with the plan. His Darlin’ was as selfless and kind as the Saints he was forced to pray towards. Death was nothing to them if it meant they could be the cause of that salvation that saves their friends. No, they’d disagree with the plan because they couldn’t bear seeing their beloved in constant, perpetual and unavoidable pain.)

(Or maybe their mercy  makes them Jesu’? A martyr destined to die over and over and over for the sins of those who have ruined them? If that’s the case, then he’s Judas, the fool who damned Jesus with a kiss.)

The demon rolled his eyes back in the dramatic fashion that he was known for. With a wicked smile and a faux concern dripping from his voice, he taunted the vampire, “Come on, Sam, we both know what you want.” Any and all anger was gone, replaced with the smug satisfaction of a man (or interdimensional magical being) who knows he’s been right in every scenario. Why, of course he is. Echo has had this same argument a thousand times over.

And he’s won every single time. 

(What can he say, he’s had a lot of practice.)

“Do I need to remind you of the times where you were the one who killed your precious mate?” He asked to continue to poke and infuriate the vampire.

Of course he didn’t need to. There have been timelines where Alexis had invoked him to kill his wolf out of petty revenge. (Let it be said that the actions of these Alexises are not indicative of the Alexis you are familiar with.) He remembers the taste of their blood when he killed them. It wasn’t of fear or disgust, it was of acceptance and peace. Like he was making love to them in their bed and not violating their body. They had always said, “If I wanted anyone to kill me, I want it to be you, since you’ll make sure I’d be loved in my final moments.” 

He wished they had hated him instead. The wild fire, the raging blizzard, within their blood hurt more than any acid in this or any world. 

Echo, satisfied with the memories that were returning to Sam, put the final nail to the coffin carrying Sam’s flimsy convictions. “You don’t want all of that pain and suffering they had to endure to go to waste, don’t you? So I ask you again, Nashira, don’t you want to have them again?”

The most infuriating part was that he was right, so fucking right. This is what Sam wants.

He wants to drag his Darlin’ from the river by the hair he loved to pull when kissing them and hold them close and keep them safe and alive for all of eternity. Wants to gently place them down on their bed and play with his hair and tell them that nothing will hurt them. His arms were the shield they desperately needed after a lifetime of fighting. To make up for all the pain he has caused them in multiple timelines and create the most perfect future possible for them, just for them. Helping Echo with his own predicament is an added benefit.

The sunk cost fallacy is a phenomenon where a person is reluctant to abandon a strategy because they’ve invested everything ounce of themselves to see it succeed. Echo and Sam were becoming too familiar with the ocean floor.

Quiet resignation and deep laughter filled the room, with the demon wiping his nonexistent tears from his eyes. “It’s always fun to break you, Nashira, but we have work to do. And this time,” his eyes darkened and the stars flickered out, leaving the two men visible, “I expect results.”

Sam nodded and an apple appeared in front of him. When he takes another bite, the cycle of pain will continue, and it will end with him. And he will end it.

He has to.

If not for his happiness, than for the happiness of the twisted demon he once called a friend. 

–

Now that the cycle restarted and Sam was sent back to the beginning, Echo remained in the room. Alone and perfectly still, like water that hasn’t been agitated.

The false memories always work. He gave himself a pat on the back for coming up with that idea after the first few cycles, when Sam was becoming resistant. 

The ‘multiple timelines’ that Sam had experienced were really just simulations that Echo created to cycle through in order to find the perfect solution. Each one contained a different ‘what if’ to reveal more information about how this world works. 

What if Alexis was a petty and jealous ex?

What if David turned on Darlin’ and let Quinn take them? 

What if they had a normal life and died of old age?

They all had a different purpose, but none of them were real enough to have any lasting consequences, but lovely Sam didn’t need to know that.

In truth, while Echo can make all the alternate universes or lifelike dreams he wants, he can only reset the prime universe, the one we know and love, only once. So he had to make absolutely, one hundred percent sure that he can manipulate the right factors to create his desired outcome. And he finally thinks he did it. After years of self-isolation and watching his friend be tortured, he finally broke the crystal.

(Whoever gets that joke has quite good taste in TV shows.)

Echo looked up at the black void and smiled. “Are you seeing this?! You said I could never and I fucking did!” Silence was his only response but he didn’t mind.

It took him much too long to learn about the secrets of turning humans into concubines, but better late than never. Considering that Darlin’ is a shifter, a human that is closer to a demon than a freelancer, it only makes sense to make them his first and successful attempt. (Mark his words, he will succeed.)

From his pocket, he held a photo in his hands. It was taken in front of the local cowboy club in Dahlia and the incubus and shifter were smiling. Happiness coursed through their veins and unbeknownst to neither, more was on the way. Echo studied how lively and youthful Darlin’ looked back then. Before Quinn had forced them to let go of themselves and the carefree nature that made them loveable. While he thanks Sam for bringing that side out of them, he was going to make sure they stay like that.

Permanently. 

He took a deep breath and braced himself. Once he saves them, he can save his beloved deviant.

He was going to see his beloved deviant again.

And he will make sure they all live happily ever after.  (But do you know what they say about those who try to alter destiny? The fates will not take kindly to anyone to change their plans and will do anything to get back on the right track. Certain events can never change, lest the universe unravels on itself. But Echo would relish that type of destruction, wouldn’t he.)

[ctl-yuejie]

Hidden Agenda is moving very quickly -last week Zo had to get persuaded to ask for Joke's help and this week he already realises that he's catching feelings for Joke -

too fast? maybe. but I think that's the point:

Admittedly Joke is hot, suave and has shown to be kind since from Zo's perspective he's helping him on a self-admittedly ludicrous mission (getting tutored by the ex) after getting bad-mouthed by his friends. However, Zo had a bad impression of Joke beforehand and has liked Nita for a long time.

So why the sudden change?

I have to rewatch ep. 1-2 but Zo seems lonely? He has of course his club and friends but his family seems a bit absent. And even knowing he has friends still doesn't make it impossible for him to be lonely. The initial teaser mentioned that he wants to be in love.

So why Joke?

I think that puzzle can be solved by asking: why Nita?

She's hot, popular and most importantly nice to Zo. He is extremely awkward around her (and ripped her bag strap!) but she's been friendly throughout.

I think Zo is craving that. His crush on Nita is legitimate (at least I want to think it is), but he is more into the idea of her. He doesn't actually know her (my man only now scrolled through her instagram to see what she likes).

And like Joke accurately observes: he doesn't know himself and dislikes to try new things out so he's stuck not getting to know himself better, which also means: we can't be too sure he knows what he wants and likes romantically.

This is the first time he spends a lot of time with a new person trying new things. And it is intimate: they touch, mess around and have a good time together.

Or like Joke poses, and Zo repeats in his head: 1. Passion 2. Initimacy 3. Committment. I don't think his perception of what love is changes after Joke's triangle of love but someone put finally into words what love is to Zo. And intimacy seems to be a big thing for him (be it physical touch or the feeling of not being alone).

And when Joke -after Zo reads the story of Aphrodite and Adonis to him- says were he Aphrodite "he wouldn't have left Adonis alone in the first place" and their electrifying pinky touch, it becomes clear that this is is what Zo is looking for. Not only someone nice, but someone who won't make him feel alone. (That's why the date with Nita went perfectly well - it's fine to interpret stories differently and they got talking about it - but he didn't feel a spark)

Which will complicate things in the future. Not only the possible betrayal he feels when he learns of Joke's hidden agenda, but in the preview it looks like we get the first kiss. And it's initiated by Zo.

The chemistry he feels is definitely true. But can Joke believe that Zo has caught feelings when he is still on the way to getting to know himself better and seemingly craving for a romantic connection to someone ?

I don't know how to tie this back into the theme of "hidden agenda" but it is at least the reason why I see conflict on the horizon and don't believe the show is moving too fast.

Upon re-reading I might have idea, which isn't that clean but maybe workable in the future: hidden agenda also means you are not true to someone else. Zo has changed who he is for Nita, even agreeing with her reading on his favourite bed time story because he thinks that what she wants to see him romantically. But we know that what Zo wants is to be wanted in a way that - according to Joke - goes beyond what even Aphrodite felt for Adonis. And in front of Joke he is very honest, even down to admitting feeling confused about his heart not racing when he got close to Nita. Which in turn can led to more conflict, because he was so honest in front of Joke while Joke hides his motivations.

In even better news: it means I am getting the ultimate trope of them dating while thinking the other isn't into them.

[kotaloy]

every little piece

kotaloy celebration week day one: kisses

rating: G

words: <600

(this ficlet is also on AO3)

***

Aloy has watched enough holos with her sister to know what happens next, but that doesn’t stop her heart from pounding.

Kotallo crooks a finger under her chin and tilts her head up; his intense concentration softens when she sucks in a breath.

It’s happening.

Who knew a simple request to go hunting together all those weeks ago would turn into late nights spent watching the stars, contemplating losses and the future of everything and the future of just them? Aloy’s confession that she felt safe with him had led to his arm around her shoulder, sure. She was slowly getting used to accepting casual touch from all her friends; why would Kotallo’s be any different?

But it was.

Late nights turned into early mornings, up with the dawn. Hunting in tandem, sharing the simple joy of being alive to enjoy the moment.

She has known for a long time that Kotallo is unlike anyone she has ever met. Or perhaps every piece of him resembles someone she cares or once cared about. The stoicism in the face of pain, like how Rost dealt with the loss of his place within the tribe. The passion when he fought, like Varl going all the way to Meridian and beyond to save his people and the world. Like Erend in his fierce, unwavering loyalty—to his tribe, his chief, his commander. And he even has pieces of her new friends, of her family. Zo’s level-headedness, Alva’s curiosity, Beta’s intelligence.

“Aloy,” he says into the quiet air. “What is on your mind?”

“You,” she breathes, her gaze dropping to his mouth. “I’ve never done this before.” Her heart rabbits against her ribcage as he leans closer; her eyes flutter closed as his breath ghosts over her face.

He doesn’t move, and her brow furrows just a little.

“But I want to,” she says, meeting his gaze again, and that’s when he presses his mouth to hers and—oh.

Oh.

Now she understands why people like this so much.

He’s warm and soft and so very, very present and here and this is happening. It’s happening, and she tangles her fingers into his braids, like he’ll disappear if she doesn’t, like she needs to ground herself in this moment or it isn’t real. But it is.

If Aloy was fretting before about what she needed to do, she needn’t have: Kotallo guides her as easily as he controls his own body in battle. Like it’s second nature, like they belong like this and of course he knows what to do. They were made for this.

Aloy surprises herself with a little whine as he pulls away, as his palm slides up to cradle her cheek, as his thumb strokes her flushed skin. There’s a lot of looking-into-each-other’s-eyes going on but she understands that too. She can’t get enough of him, wants to climb into his embrace and never let go.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, and leans in again to steal another kiss. Already he feels so familiar. So right. Like he belongs with her just as much as she does with him.

Some deep part of her would ruminate on two outcasts finding belonging in each other, if the higher functions in her brain hadn’t just fizzled out when his tongue slid over her bottom lip. That’s for later. For now, she learns to give and to take and to breathe.

And it’s perfect.

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: The Dragontamer (Quentyn IV) [Chapter 68]

He stared at the candle for a long time, then put down his cup and held his palm above the flame. It took every bit of will he had to lower it until the fire touched his flesh, and when it did he snatched his hand back with a cry of pain.

"Quentyn, are you mad?"

No, just scared. I do not want to burn. "Gerris?"

I know someone who doesn't need this reminder.

"Men say that freezing to death is almost peaceful. Fire, though … do you see the candle, Gilly?"

She looked at the flame. "Yes."

"Touch it. Put your hand over the flame."

Her big brown eyes grew bigger still. She did not move.

"Do it." Kill the boy. "Now."

Trembling, the girl reached out her hand, held it well above the flickering candle flame.

"Down. Let it kiss you."

Gilly lowered her hand. An inch. Another. When the flame licked her flesh, she snatched her hand back and began to sob.

"Fire is a cruel way to die. Dalla died to give this child life, but you have nourished him, cherished him. You saved your own boy from the ice. Now save hers from the fire." - Jon II, ADWD

+.+.+

"I could not sleep."

"Are burns a cure for that? Some warm milk and a lullaby might serve you well. Or better still, I could take you to the Temple of the Graces and find a girl for you."

"A whore, you mean."

"They call them Graces. They come in different colors. The red ones are the only ones who fuck."

"If His Grace wishes for me to remove myself from court …"

"His Radiance," the seneschal corrected. - The Queensguard, ADWD

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"Might I know which men His Grace has chosen to protect him?" - The Queensguard, ADWD

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When His Grace had tried to put them under the command of a cousin, as he had the Brazen Beasts, Grey Worm had informed the king that they were free men who took commands only from their mother. - The Queensguard, ADWD

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"May they defend His Grace against all threats." [...]

"His Magnificence," Reznak mo Reznak stressed. - The Queensguard, ADWD

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"I am His Grace's to command."

"Not Grace," the seneschal complained. "That style is Westerosi. His Magnificence, His Radiance, His Worship." - The Queensguard, ADWD

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"Your Grace," Ser Barristan called out.  - The Discarded Knight, ADWD

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The box was his, though. His Grace made all the arrangements. - The Discarded Knight, ADWD

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If His Grace needs a poisoner, he will look to you. - The Discarded Knight, ADWD

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His Grace keeps two men by him when he sleeps. - The Kingbreaker, ADWD

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"None, Your Grace."

Hizdahr sighed. "'Your Magnificence,' please. - The Kingbreaker, ADWD

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"Dreams can lie, Your Grace."

"'Your Radiance' would serve. - The Kingbreaker, ADWD

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"Where does the seneschal want His Grace to go?" - The Kingbreaker, ADWD

+.+.+

"I disagree. Daenerys Targaryen is not the only woman in the world. Do you want to die a man-maid?"

Quentyn did not want to die at all. I want to go back to Yronwood and kiss both of your sisters, marry Gwyneth Yronwood, watch her flower into beauty, have a child by her. I want to ride in tourneys, hawk and hunt, visit with my mother in Norvos, read some of those books my father sends me. I want Cletus and Will and Maester Kedry to be alive again. 

Well that was painful to read.

Go home, Quentyn.

+.+.+

"Do you think Daenerys would be pleased to hear that I had bedded some whore?"

"She might be. Men may be fond of maidens, but women like a man who knows what he's about in the bedchamber. It's another sort of swordplay. Takes training to be good at it."

Love that we're all thinking the exact same thing.

+.+.+

"You cannot marry her. She has a husband."

"She does not love Hizdahr zo Loraq."

Hey Quentyn, was Rhaegar any less married because he didn't love Elia?

+.+.+

"What has love to do with marriage? A prince should know better. Your father married for love, it's said. How much joy has he had of that?" Doran Martell and his Norvoshi wife had spent half their marriage apart and the other half arguing. It was the only rash thing his father had ever done, to hear some tell it, the only time he had followed his heart instead of his head, and he had lived to rue it. "Not all risks lead to ruin," he insisted.

Man, lately the author has been aggressively driving home the point about love being poison.

<- The Kingbreaker, ADWD

Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it. Daemon Blackfyre loved the first Daenerys, and rose in rebellion when denied her. Bittersteel and Bloodraven both loved Shiera Seastar, and the Seven Kingdoms bled. The Prince of Dragonflies loved Jenny of Oldstones so much he cast aside a crown, and Westeros paid the bride price in corpses. All three of the sons of the fifth Aegon had wed for love, in defiance of their father's wishes. And because that unlikely monarch had himself followed his heart when he chose his queen, he allowed his sons to have their way, making bitter enemies where he might have had fast friends. Treason and turmoil followed, as night follows day, ending at Summerhall in sorcery, fire, and grief.

Her love for Daario is poison. A slower poison than the locusts, but in the end as deadly. - The Kingbreaker, ADWD

I'm convinced! I bet he's as pessimistic about love as every bad guy in the story would have us believe.

+.+.+

"This is my duty. My destiny." You are supposed to be my friend, Gerris. Why must you mock my hopes? I have doubts enough without your throwing oil on the fire of my fear. "This will be my grand adventure."

"Men die on grand adventures."

He was not wrong. That was in the stories too. The hero sets out with his friends and companions, faces dangers, comes home triumphant. Only some of his companions don't return at all. The hero never dies, though. I must be the hero. 

In this story the princess rejects the frog prince, then the dragon burns him alive.

Adventure stank. - The Merchant's Man, ADWD

+.+.+

Quentyn sucked at the burned spot on his palm. "Dorne remembers Aegon and his sisters. Dragons are not so easily forgotten. They will remember Daenerys as well."

I don't doubt it.

+.+.+

"Not if she's died."

"She lives." She must. "She is lost, but I can find her." And when I do, she will look at me the way she looks at her sellsword. Once I have proven myself worthy of her.

"From dragonback?"

"I have been riding horses since I was six years old."

Mounted on the dragon's back, she oft felt as if she were learning to ride all over again. When she whipped her silver mare on her right flank the mare went left, for a horse's first instinct is to flee from danger. When she laid the whip across Drogon's right side he veered right, for a dragon's first instinct is always to attack. - Daenerys X, ADWD

+.+.+

"I'll hear no more of this. You have my leave to go. Find a ship and run home, Gerris." The prince rose, blew the candle out, and crept back to his bed and its sweat-soaked linen sheets. I should have kissed one of the Drinkwater twins, or maybe both of them. I should have kissed them whilst I could. I should have gone to Norvos to see my mother and the place that gave her birth, so she would know that I had not forgotten her.

He doesn't seem that confident to me.

+.+.+

He could hear the rain falling outside, drumming against the bricks.

By the time the hour of the wolf crept upon them, the rain was falling steadily, slashing down in a hard, cold torrent that would soon turn the brick streets of Meereen into rivers.

Oh good, rain usually foretells positive things in this series.

+.+.+

Fire and water don't mix, and that's a fact. You get a good cookfire lit, blazing away nice, then it starts to piss down rain and next thing your wood is sodden and your flames are dead.

Gerris chuckled. "Dragons are not made of wood, Arch."

"Some are. That old King Aegon, the randy one, he built wooden dragons to conquer us. That ended bad, though."

I find this exchange extremely odd. It sticks out.

+.+.+

They do not understand. They may be Dornish, but I am Dorne. Years from now, when I am dead, this will be the song they sing of me. He rose abruptly. "It's time."

Hun, you're not even the heir to Dorne.

Better hope that song doesn't provoke laughter.

+.+.+

Within were three long hooded cloaks made from myriad small squares of cloth sewn together, three cudgels, three shortswords, three masks of polished brass. A bull, a lion, and an ape.

Everything required to be a Brazen Beast.

Any thoughts on these animals?

+.+.+

"How did you learn their word ["dog"]?"

"We chanced upon some Brazen Beasts and Meris asked them prettily. But a prince should know better than to pose such questions, Dornish. In Pentos, we have a saying. Never ask the baker what went into the pie. Just eat."

Or Wyman Manderly.

+.+.+

"I'll be the bull," Arch announced.

Quentyn handed him the bull mask. "The lion for me."

"Which makes a monkey out of me." Gerris pressed the ape mask to his face. 

Remember in The Merchant's Son when Gerris and Quentyn changed roles?

I think they should change masks.

+.+.+

The quartered carcass of an ox filled the wagon bed, along with two dead sheep. Half a dozen men entered afoot. Five wore the cloaks and masks of Brazen Beasts, but Pretty Meris had not troubled to disguise herself. "Where is your lord?" he asked Meris.

The Windblown sellswords disguise themselves as Brazen Beasts to get to the dragons.

Quentyn seems rather nonchalant about the huge woman not bothering to disguise herself. What a pointless risk.

+.+.+

Ser Archibald was giving the butcher's wagon the sour eye. "Will that cart be big enough to hold a dragon?" he asked.

The plan is to get the dragons out of the pyramid by chaining them to a butcher's wagon.

There are no words to express how stupid this feels.

+.+.+

"We were told these beasts are smaller than the queen's monster."

"The pit has slowed their growth." Quentyn's readings had suggested that the same thing had occurred in the Seven Kingdoms. None of the dragons bred and raised in the Dragonpit of King's Landing had ever approached the size of Vhagar or Meraxes, much less that of the Black Dread, King Aegon's monster. "Have you brought sufficient chains?"

The queen's monster, lol.

Only a monster would give a living child to the flames. - Jon I, ADWD

I can't speak to the accuracy of this. Aren't there competing theories within the universe over why they shrunk?

+.+.+

Four Brazen Beasts stood guarding the door. Three held long spears; the fourth, the serjeant, was armed with short sword and dagger. His mask was wrought in the shape of a basilisk's head. The other three were masked as insects.

Locusts, Quentyn realized. "Dog," he said.

The serjeant stiffened.

That was all it took for Quentyn Martell to realize that something had gone awry. 

Déjà vu! Wrong word, Quentyn.

<- The Kingbreaker, ADWD

Six Brazen Beasts were with him. All were masked as insects, identical to one another.

Locusts, Selmy realized. "Groleo," he said.

+.+.+

The basilisk's blade had scarce slipped from its leather sheath when the hammer's spike slammed into his temple, crunching through the thin brass of his mask and the flesh and bone beneath. The serjeant staggered sideways half a step before his knees folded under him and he sank down to the floor, his whole body shaking grotesquely.

Quentyn stared transfixed, his belly roiling. His own blade was still in its sheath. He had not so much as reached for it. His eyes were locked on the serjeant dying before him, jerking. The fallen torch was on the floor, guttering, making every shadow leap and twist in a monstrous mockery of the dead man's shaking. The prince never saw the locust's spear coming toward him until Gerris slammed into him, knocking him aside. The spearpoint grazed the cheek of the lion's head he wore. Even then the blow was so violent it almost tore the mask off. It would have gone right through my throat, the prince thought, dazed.

Look, he's doing an Aegon!

The boy stood staring, as still as if he too were made of stone. His hand was on his sword hilt, but he seemed to have forgotten why. - Tyrion V, ADWD

And both will burn, isn't that cute? Cousins. ❤️

+.+.+

The dragons, Prince Quentyn thought. Yes. We came for the dragons. He felt as though he might be sick. What am I doing here? Father, why? Four men dead in as many heartbeats, and for what? "Fire and blood," he whispered, "blood and fire."

Almost like "fire and blood" will never be the answer.

+.+.+

He did not want to do this, but he saw no other way. Why else would Daenerys have shown me the dragons? She wants me to prove myself to her. 

Do you see how her thoughtless little test got us to this point? Stupid idiot (both of them).

Then he will die here, Daenerys thought, unless there is more to him than I can see. "Is he still within?"

"Drinking with his knights."

"Bring him to me. It is time he met my children." - Daenerys VII, ADWD

+.+.+

Gerris handed him a torch. He stepped through the doors.

We have a torch sighting!

"The flames will burn so long as you live," he heard Cersei call. "When they die, so must you." - Jaime VI, ADWD

+.+.+

Rhaegal was chained to the wall and floor the last time I was here, the prince recalled, but Viserion hung from the ceiling. Quentyn stepped back, lifted the torch, craned his head back.

For a moment he saw only the blackened arches of the bricks above, scorched by dragonflame. A trickle of ash caught his eye, betraying movement. Something pale, half-hidden, stirring. He's made himself a cave, the prince realized. A burrow in the brick. The foundations of the Great Pyramid of Meereen were massive and thick to support the weight of the huge structure overhead; even the interior walls were three times thicker than any castle's curtain walls. But Viserion had dug himself a hole in them with flame and claw, a hole big enough to sleep in.

Lots of people have speculated that Viserion is nesting, so he (?) may lay eggs. I'm not sure what the point of that would be.

Not to mention, as far as we know, Viserion is a male and they can't change their sex.

As Archmaester Gyldayn notes in his fragmentary history, there is no record that Vermax ever laid so much as a single egg, suggesting the dragon was male. The belief that dragons could change sex at need is erroneous, according to Maester Anson's Truth, rooted in a misunderstanding of the esoteric metaphor that Barth preferred when discussing the higher mysteries. - The World of Ice and Fire

Viserion (Daenerys) breaking his chains, and attempting to claw himself out is symbolic. It's not that deep.

"This one heard the Astapori scratching at the walls last night," the little scribe said as she was washing Dany's back.

Irri and Jhiqui exchanged a look. "No one was scratching," said Jhiqui. "Scratching … how could they scratch?"

"With their hands," said Missandei. "The bricks are old and crumbling. They are trying to claw their way into the city."

"This would take them many years," said Irri. "The walls are very thick. This is known."

"It is known," agreed Jhiqui.

"I dream of them as well." Dany took Missandei's hand. "The camp is a good half-mile from the city, my sweetling. No one was scratching at the walls." - Daenerys VI, ADWD

+.+.+

Viserion launched himself from the ceiling, pale leather wings unfolding, spreading wide. The broken chain dangling from his neck swung wildly. His flame lit the pit, pale gold shot through with red and orange, and the stale air exploded in a cloud of hot ash and sulfur as the white wings beat and beat again.

A hand seized Quentyn by the shoulder. The torch spun from his grip to bounce across the floor, then tumbled into the pit, still burning. He found himself face-to-face with a brass ape. Gerris. "Quent, this will not work. They are too wild, they …"

Oops, there goes Quentyn's torch.

Gerris is a good lad.

+.+.+

Last and longest the beast stared at Pretty Meris, sniffing. The woman, Quentyn realized. He knows that she is female. He is looking for Daenerys. He wants his mother and does not understand why she's not here.

Is that why the author hasn't disguised her?

+.+.+

When the Windblown were too late to get out of his way, Viserion let loose with another roar. Quentyn heard the rattle of chains, the deep thrum of a crossbow.

"No," he screamed, "no, don't, don't," but it was too late. The fool was all that he had time to think as the quarrel caromed off Viserion's neck to vanish in the gloom. A line of fire gleamed in its wake—dragon's blood, glowing gold and red.

The crossbowman was fumbling for another quarrel as the dragon's teeth closed around his neck. The man wore the mask of a Brazen Beast, the fearsome likeness of a tiger. As he dropped his weapon to try and pry apart Viserion's jaws, flame gouted from the tiger's mouth. The man's eyes burst with soft popping sounds, and the brass around them began to run. The dragon tore off a hunk of flesh, most of the sellsword's neck, then gulped it down as the burning corpse collapsed to the floor.

That's probably not great news for Volantis.

George saves his most stomach-churning writing for the dragons, it's great.

+.+.+

"Down," the prince commanded. You must not let him smell your fear. "Down, down, down." He brought the whip around and laid a lash across the dragon's face. Viserion hissed.

+.+.+

And then a hot wind buffeted him and he heard the sound of leathern wings and the air was full of ash and cinders and a monstrous roar went echoing off the scorched and blackened bricks and he could hear his friends shouting wildly. Gerris was calling out his name, over and over, and the big man was bellowing, "Behind you, behind you, behind you!"

Quentyn turned and threw his left arm across his face to shield his eyes from the furnace wind. Rhaegal, he reminded himself, the green one is Rhaegal.

When he raised his whip, he saw that the lash was burning. His hand as well. All of him, all of him was burning.

Oh, he thought. Then he began to scream.

We love Dragon x Other parallels!

It slid away from Paul's axe, armor rippling, and its crystal sword twisted and spun and slipped between the iron rings of Paul's mail, through leather and wool and bone and flesh. It came out his back with a hissssssssssss and Sam heard Paul say, "Oh," as he lost the axe. Impaled, his blood smoking around the sword, the big man tried to reach his killer with his hands and almost had before he fell. - Samwell I, ADWD

Thus concludes the story of Quentyn Martell.

If you spotted any reason why Quaithe would be warning Daenerys about this supposed "sun's son" feel free to point it out, cause I got nothing.

Final thoughts:

You need to familiarize yourselves with this theory, because it's one of the all-time best (worst).

Half a million views! Lol.

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Adoration Spoilers:

I just make a quote about Zoé x Cosette and used the confession scene in the canon to do that also there a bonus at the end so read that please. Also I’m using @razrrosamond oc and @artzychic27 ocs so I’m just tagging them

Zoé: But Marinette is not the one I'm in love with.

Cosette: Oh! Who is it then, Zo?

Zoé: *blushing at them while gently grabbing their hand*

Cosette: … *blushing as well* oh! Oh!

Zoé: *takes a deep breath* My feelings for you grew when I came to Paris and they kept growing ever since then. I wanted to tell you for so long but felt scared too since I didn’t know how you'd react.

Cosette: … well I'm surprised you have a crush on me since I also have one on you as well. But I was never going to tell you since you deserve a lot better than me, Zoé. You're an amazing person and you deserve someone who is just as amazing as you.

Zoé: But you're the best thing to ever happen to me! You were willing to give me a chance even after I acted rude to you and I want you as my girlfriend because you mean a lot to me but that is only if you want to be.

Cosette: *smiles softly* I would love to be your girlfriend.

Zoé: … *starts crying and hugs Cosette and then picks them up and spins them around with the happiest smile on her face*

Cosette a bit is taken for a moment: … *laughs while blushing* I love you, big dork.

Zoé: And I love you too, short geek.

Cosette: So how should we tell our friends that we’re dating?

Zoé: Hmmm… I have an idea how to tell them!

Cosette: Hm? What is it, Zo?

Zoé: You just have to wait and experience it yourself, my honey pie. *gently holds Cosette’s face, kiss their cheek* See you tomorrow!

Cosette: … ‘Dang… I find the pet names really adorable and cheesy.’ …Heh, I love that dork.

~The next day~

Jean: Hey guys have you seen Zoé? She was supposed to show me the plans for the end of the year party that is happening soon.

Lacey: I don’t think hav-

Zoé: *kicks the door open while bridal carrying Cosette* GUESS WHO GOT TOGETHER!?!?!

Cosette: *blushing while doing finger guns* Heyyyyy, it's us!

The science kids: …

Marc: FUCKING FINALLY!!!!

Aurore: Congrats, Zoé. At least, one of us disaster lesbians got a girlfriend before the year ended.

Reshma: Yeah, I’m happy for you two!

Ismael: Especially since I don’t need to listen to Cosette’s bisexual disaster self about Zoé, anymore.

Cosette: HEY!! I wasn’t that much of the disaster. *Zoé kisses it’s cheek and it blushes with a smile*

Marc: Aww, reminds me when I’m with Nath when he’s grumpy sometimes.

Simon: *Holding Denise’s hand in a very affectionate way* Glad you two got together already since you two were pinning for each other for a long time.

Denise: Especially while we’re watching the whole thing unfold ourselves.

Mireille: Which leads me to think. Who was the one to confess first?

Zoé: It was me.

Lacey: YES!! I knew it!! Raelynn owes me some money for our bet! New shoes here I come!!

Cosette: Dang Lacey, you didn’t bet on me?

Lacey: Sorry, dude but you're too much of a bisexual disaster to that.

Cosette: .. Yeah, you're right.

Jean: ‘I wonder if I can convince them to have double dates with me and Austin? I probably can.’ Also Zoé, do you have the ideas for the end of the year party? I mean I’m happy for you guys but I do need the plans.

Zoé: *puts Cosette down* Oh I do, don’t worry. I'll show you after class.

Jean: Great!

Ms.Mendeleiev: *walks in* Okay, class, let’s settle down and get started shall we?

The science kids: Yes Ms.Mendeleiev! *they head to their seats*

Ms.Mendeleiev: Also, Zoé please don’t kick my door when you want to make an announcement okay?

Zoé: Oh, yeah, sorry Ms.Mendeleiev.

Ms.Mendeleiev: It's okay, just don’t let it happen again. Now let’s get started with the lesson plan. ‘Im happy for those two. Also I totally won that bet between Jean-Pierre. Heh’

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SOO.. im finishing this Zoro x Y/N NSFW art and it gave me an idea for this Drabble so enjoy…-

“We’re Training”

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Needy!Zoro, Horny! Zoro, Semi-Public sex(?), Fingering, Sex in a Closet, Lots of Kissing

It’s been 5 months. 5 months of sneaking off with Zoro for “training”. It started after you both were having a little sentimental moment after working out together and you admitted how much you missed your ex boyfriend sometimes just for the sex really. Zoro laughed knowing good and well it was an entire lie and that if his sex couldn’t make you stay then it wasn’t great to begin with. You both argued and one thing led to another you both began a sexual relationship.

It meant nothing really you both just snuck off when the timing was available and blown out a quickie. Some days you’d just suck his dick or other days he’d go down on you. You both would reappear back with the crew as if nothing happened using the grand old excuse “We were training”

However it’s been about 2 weeks and neither of you had time to train anymore because you all were either too busy or an enemy would appear right before things got spicy. Zoro actually tried his best to keep his mind off the lack of touch he’s been able to give you these past few days but maybe there was something in the air or in his sake because you looked way better than usual tonight.

The crew was doing another 3 day celebration and there were so many people on the deck he almost lost sight of you, but there you were in your beautiful white dress that was fitting around your body way too well. He was sitting at the table just watching you hoping you’d notice his drunk gaze. And you felt it. You felt someone staring. It wasn’t Sanji because he was in the kitchen, it wasn’t Luffy, Robin, you couldn’t tell who it was. Zoro noticed you looking around like a loss puppy and decided it was as best time as any to make his move.

“Come here.”

He grabbed your wrist through the small crowd and took you to the back of the ship. The clacking noises of your heels trying to keep up with Zoro echoed louder now that the music was beginning to die out from distance.

“Oh hey! Wha—oh!”

He couldn’t wait any longer he picked you up by your ass, pushing you into the broom closet wall, and kissed you with impatience, groaning in your mouth completely overwhelmed by how good you smell he needed you right now.

“Zo—“

“Take Off your panties.” He whispered, lowering you down off the wall.

You’ve been surviving the past few weeks not minding being intimate for a bit, but hearing the need, want, and crave in Zoro’s voice you were reminded why you started having sex with him in the first place. You rolled your eyes back as he started panting in your ear taking off your thin panties he grabbed them and shoved them in his back pockets before putting his two fingers by your mouth.

“Suck.”

You immediately did as told for a moment making him bite his lip. He wished he had enough patience to have those pretty lips of your around his cock.

He quickly pulled them out and began to rub your clit, you weren’t aroused off bat so he plunged his fingers inside you and sucked your neck.

“Z-Zoro..” you shut your eyes wrapping one leg around him and he grabs it tightly to keep you steady.

You tried tell him to shut the door completely so anybody walking past won’t see the actions happening in the closet but you were already fucked out. You felt that familiar tight knot you haven’t felt in so long.

“I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me.”

Was all it took to make a mess of his fingers. He knew he didn’t have much time left so he sucked off his own fingers for a second and pulled out his cock that has been aching to get out since he saw you.

“Up you go.”

You were back up high on the wall grabbing his shoulders. You let out such a pathetic moan just from his strength. He lifted your dress high above your breast and kissed them. Oh how much he missed your tits.

“Zoro…please.” You whine, it wasn’t too long you moan out feeling his thick cock glide its way in you automatically making you clench in excitement.

He held you by your ass and your arms were wrapped around him as he went at such an erratic pace he didn’t even let you adjust to his size as usual and thrust upwards inside you,

“Fuck, fuck , fuck FUCK!” Zoro pants and curses with each pump he gives you making you cry out louder.

Your nails dig deep on his wide back as if your intent was to break skin. Zoro has a rule as a swordsman not to have any marks on his back, but as of right now all he was was a feral man that needed to be inside you as deep as possible so he didn’t care about the prickles of blood running down through your finger tips.

Anybody could hear from the corner the empty bottles falling on the ground, a few books crashing down, and the exchange of heavy breathing and cursing, but luckily the music drowned you both out and nobody was around.

Your eyes were shut tight feeling your warms cheeks stained with tears feeling the jolt of his cock sliding in and out of you, both your arousal and his precum beginning to glide down your thigh and on his lower abs.

“Cum with me okay?” Zoro sounded as if he was pleading, possibly even begging in the back of his throat. “Cum with me.”

Your neck was wet between his saliva, breath, and sweat on him, but he didn’t care he needed to get as close as possible.

He needed to feel you.

“Cumming, Zoro!”

“Good Girl—ah—good…fucking girl.”

“Hey where is Zoro?” Luffy asked Nami while laughing with Usopp .

“I don’t know he left a while ago, have you seen Y/N?”

“Nope.”

“Can…we go back to your room?” Zoro tried finding a steady breath pace and pulled from your neck lowering you down before slowly pulling out of you.

“What about the party?” You also out of breath of the blissful and needed fuck. Your lower back was a bit sore because you were 90% sure you were pressed against a pipe.

“Fuck the party let’s go.”

He pulled your dress down and quickly took your hand looking out the closet door to sprint to your room for the night. He might claim to not be in love with you and this is all “just sex” but from the way he held you that night and how sweetly he used his tongue down on you as an “apology “ for not prepping you correctly made you think differently.

[jerzwriter]

Just a Kiss

Book:                   Wake the Dead (prequel)

Pairing:                Troy Hassan, F!MC (Zoe Rivera)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff - First Kiss

Summary:   When Zoe is worried, she knows who to call for assistance. But how will troy handle her request?

Words: 1024

A/N: I decided to try @creativepromptsforwriting 30-Day Writing Challenge, and I promised myself I'd keep each entry under 600 words. Well, fail. lol I'll try again tomorrow :) Also participating in @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 24 Friends

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Troy belongs to Pixelberry Studios, Zoe is kind of mine.

It was already nine o’clock, an hour after The Tower’s curfew, when Troy entered the cafeteria with his signature grin and swagger. Effervescent and bright, one would never know he was breaking a half-dozen rules that could land him sewage duty… or far worse.  

Across the room, his best friend Zoe was a portrait of contrast. Glum and worried, she barely cracked a smile when he glanced her way. He shimmied along the edge of the wall, the one place surveillance cameras couldn’t reach, then tossed an apple her way as he approached her. Finally! A smile. After all,  apples were a rare treat.

“How’d you score this?” she asked. 

Grabbing her nose between his fingers, he smirked. “A gentleman never gives up his sources.”

A thunderous snort escaped from her nose, and even the unflappable Troy’s eyes filled with fear as it echoed through the cavernous room.

“Shhhh! You’re the one who's going to get us caught!”

“Oh, where’s all that bravado now, Mr. Hassan? I’m sorry, it was just the mention of you and gentleman in the same sentence….”

“Hey! I can be gentle… and I’m a man… so I qualify.”

Zoe raised a brow. “Your source wouldn’t be Leah, would it?”  She asked, biting into the juicy apple. “I’m sure cozying up to one of the commander’s daughters has its benefits.”

“I’m not cozying up to her…” he started, but when their eyes met, he gave in. He could lie to her, not even as kids. “OK, so there’s some cozying. But you’re benefiting from my sacrifice,” he laughed, watching her devour the delicious fruit. “So I guess it all works out.”

“Right…That’s why you’re cozying up to her,” Zoe laughed.

“OK, enough about me,” he diverted. “What’s got you so down?”

“I’m not down,” she shrugged.

“Zo, try that with someone else. But can’t fool your best friend of twelve years.”

“Who says you’re my best friend,” she teased. Quickly surrendering, she bumped her shoulder against his. “OK, you are!”

“So, what’s going on?”

 “I’m not down… I’m scared.”

“You don’t scare easily.”

“I do when Zaid asks me out. We have a date next week.”

“Nice! Zoe, you’re sixteen, you’ve been crushing on him for a year… I say this is long overdue.”

“Well, that’s kind of the problem.”

“You’re losing me, Zo.”

“Everyone has dated except me… I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“Just go with it,” he assured. “You’re a quick learner. You’ll be fine.”

She sighed, falling back against the wall. “And what if… what if he wants to kiss me.”

“Then kiss him.”

“But, I’ve never kissed anyone before….”

“Ohhhh. I see. Don’t worry, it’s easy. Just do what comes naturally. You can’t screw it up.”

“You’re full of shit! How many hours have I spent listening to you bitching about how poorly half the girls in the colony kiss! I don’t want Zaid telling someone that about me!”

“I need to stop being so honest,” he grimaced. “But I think you’ll nail it.”

“Oh, I will. Because you’re going to help me practice!”

She stifled a chuckle when he turned, his face ashen and his eyes wide with shock.

“Did I manage to render the great Troy Hassan speechless?”

“It’s just… just… us? Kiss?” 

“Don’t get all excited. I’m just using you as a test dummy. Plus, if I’m to believe all the rumors, you’re pretty good at it.”

“Well…” he snickered. “If we’re being honest….”

“Then, kiss me? Come on, Troy! I just don’t want to make an ass out of myself.”

“Zoe…” he stuttered. “It’s just… awkward.”

She defiantly folded her arms in front of her chest as she defended her stance.

“Troy! I’m probably the only person in the colony you haven’t kissed… what’s one more.”

“But what if….”

Resting her chin on her hand, she sneered. “Don’t worry, Troy, it’s not going to make me fall madly in love with you.”

“HA! I wouldn’t count on that!” He laughed. “OK, come here.”

Zoe scooted over and sat, legs crisscrossed, on the floor in front of him. They stared at each other anxiously for what probably amounted to seconds, but the unusual discomfort between them made it feel much longer.  Zoe’s desire for that awkwardness to end finally propelled her forward. Her lips puckered, she placed a gentle peck on his mouth.

With their eyes still open, they stared at each other, unsure what to do, when Troy slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a tender kiss. Her heart was racing when her lips parted, and she felt his tongue against hers.  After a moment, Troy deepened the kiss ever so slightly as she let out a tiny whimper.   She put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed away, placing one more kiss on the corner of his mouth before she sat up.

“So, that’s what everyone makes such a fuss over?” She blushed.  

“Uh, yeah,” he mumbled. “That’s it.”

“I have to admit, it was kind of nice. Was I any good? Would you know I was a beginner?”

Troy chuckled as his head tilted to the side. “You were great.  I told you you’d be a natural.”

“Oh, Yey!!!” She squealed, clapping her hands lightly.

Then she caught a glimpse of the clock.  “Oh, shit! It’s almost 9:30.  I promised Ana I’d be back by 9:30 sharp! She’s going to kill me!”

“Then you better go, but Zo… please don’t tell her.”

“Do you think I’m stupid? She’d literally kill you!”

Zoe bolted toward the door, moving as quickly as possible without being detected, but she stopped just before exiting.

“Troy?” She said, looking over her shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.  I’m kind of glad you were my first kiss.”

With his mind in a bit of a fog, “Uh, anytime,” was all he could muster.

With one last bright smile, Zoe was gone, and Troy slumped against the wall.  She was right; he had kissed many before her, but this was the first time he kissed his best friend, and while Zoe traipsed happily back to her room, Troy stood up more baffled than ever before.

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