#he’s hella crooked but please ignore that

[orangespottedgiraffe]

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[prettyboypucey]

Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it) 

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N 

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?) 

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something. 

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong. 

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid 

     I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

     When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

     Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

     Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

     Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

     Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

     Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

     Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

     “Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

     I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

     She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

     “You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

     “I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

     Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

     “I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

     I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

     Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

     I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

     “Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

     Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

     Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

     The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

     His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

     I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

     “So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

     I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

     “I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

     “Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

     I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

     Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

     At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

     “Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

     “Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

     Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

     Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

     “So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

     “Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

     Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

     “Um-”

     I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

     George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

     “Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

~~~~~~~~~~

     The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

     The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

     “Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

     George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

     Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

     “Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

     George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

     I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

     “We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

     George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

     Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak. 

     Weird weird weird.

     The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

     When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

     “Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

     As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

     “What did you do?”  

[aqricus]

brat tamer chuuya lives in my mind rent free..

yes yes yes brat tamer chuuya <3

he treats you so well, always indulging your desires and behaving like a gentleman. that being said, he can't comprehend why you have to pop off at the mouth and throw fits for the most asinine reasons. sometimes, it'll be over something legitimate, like jealousy or an accumulation of negative emotions over the course of the day. but, other times, it will be over something miniscule or nonexistent. he can always tell when it's the latter, because you'll be either stewing in silent shame or sputtering to explain yourself when he's got your throat pinned to the bed under him and the neckline of your camisole yanked down to put your pretty tits on full display for him. it doesn't make much of a difference to him in the long run, anyway, because he loves putting you back in your place.

chuuya is pretty mellow around you, but he'll absolutely return your energy with SPEED if you start acting like a bitch and ignore his initial attempts to reason with you. he's such a brute when he gets his hands on you :( he's hella strong for someone his size, so it's easy for him to treat you like a rag doll when he moves you into different positions or hauls you over his lap to crack a ruthless hand down on your ass. has zero regard for your clothing if you're at home, rips your cute panties and laughs in your face when you pout about how mean he's being to you. he's so condescending and patronizing with his words, too :( hovers his face real close to yours with a crooked grin and tells you to listen to how fuckin' sloppy your cunt sounds as he fucks you and comments that the shit you're talkin' about him not being able to please you isn’t adding up. occasionally mocks your moans with embellished, high-pitched versions of his own and asks you where the hell all of your attitude went just to rub salt in the wound bc he knows you're too incoherent to do anything but whimper his name.

but, when you start to quiet down or apologize, and he senses you've learned your lesson/had enough for one day, he'll slow down and take it easier on you. his strokes change, now slow and just shallow enough to keep the fire in the pit of your stomach kindled and to allow your hazy eyes to focus on him. cradles the side of your face, leans his forehead down against yours. asks you what's up or why you're acting up, and his voice is so sincere that you usually can't help but explain yourself. or, sometimes, he'll already have an inkling, having dealt with you for so long (bc we know chuuya wouldn't fuck just anyone). whatever it is, he always takes care of it, tells you the truth and never hesitates to remind you of how much you mean to him.

just.......... brat tamer chuuya <3

[forsworned]

could I pls request the hashiras w/ a sensitive s/o ( they get upset easily etc . ) and how they’d react to someone accidentally saying something that made them cry ??

gender neutral reader if possible

if you don’t wanna write for all the hashira , feel free to pick your favourites or something , I don’t really mind tbh

thank you in advance ! ! ! have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

a/n: thank you for requesting again!! this was lowkey hella hard to do dude so i'm really sorry for how long this took. i managed to get all the hashira in and kept it pg obviously for muichiro since he is underage but i left him as is. i was legit brain dead writing this but here you go!

𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕜𝕠 𝕜𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦 ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

He doesn't take well to it, but he also understands that the fellow Demon Slayer was only trying to give you constructive criticism. Kyoujurou would scramble at first not knowing how to react since it was the first time he'd ever seen you so distraught. But then he'd finally recollect himself and dismiss the slayer and get back to you.

But just as he finally got himself together you'd throw yourself in his arms and blubber like a baby. Which again would have him flustered at first, but he'd soon chuckle and hold your face in his hands. A chaste kiss on your forehead that would cease your weeping.

"You know, my little flame, you're quite cute when you cry."

You looked up from his tear soaked uniform to his blazing eyes, gazing down at you lovingly. It sent your heart racing and you could no longer look at him. So you did what any other person would do if they were madly in love Kyo and couldn't look him in the eyes. You buried your face back into his chest while the heat rushed to your cheeks. The sound of laughter escaping his lips once more as you smiled against his damp uniform.

𝕘𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕠𝕜𝕒 ₍ᐢ ̥ ͉ ̥ᐢ₎

He doesn't exactly think it through, just does. So in one swoop motion he'd carry you out of there and gave the fellow slayer any icy glare that had them shivering to their core. You'd be shocked at how quickly he'd get you out of that situation and he'd stop at an isolated area for you guys to be alone.

"U-um, Giyuu?" You'd stutter, as you rubbed your eyelids and looked at him with eyes are big as saucers.

"Are you alright?" His stunning cerculean blue gaze was piercing through your heart.

"Y-yeah. You can put me down now." His face automatically vermillion with agitation at the realization of you being in his arms. He firmly planted you on the ground and turned away to avoid looking at you. You laughed at how cute he looked when becomes embarrassed and slipped your arms around him from behind as you buried your face in his back.

"Thank you, my love."

𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕚 ₍ᐢ ̥ ̮ ̥ᐢ₎ *:･。

"Eh?! Why are you crying [name]?"

It wasn't the first time he'd see you crying, but he was very perplexed by the sight in front of him. He didn't think much of it when the lower rank demon slayer was simply advising you to be more careful on the next mission. His ruby glare burred holes into the back of their heads.

"Why the hell did you make them cry for? It's not very flamboyant of you." He was menancing to say the least. It caused the demon slayer to stammer on his words until you spoke up rubbing at your eyes.

"It's not their fault, Tengen. I just get emotional. You know this." You sniffled as you tried your best to regain your composure. A soft 'tch' left his lips before he carried you on his shoulder which gave rise to a squeal from you.

"Put me down!"

He smacked your bottom and chuckled devilishly.

"Nah, I think we're gonna change that whiney mood of yours right up!"

𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕚 𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠 U ´꓃ ` U

He doesn't waste anytime elbowing the person into the ground. Not only for just talking to you, but making you cry?! Oh, buddy. You're in for the beating of a lifetime.

"Obanai!" You exclaimed. Your tear stained face contorted into worry as you watched the now pummeled slayer knock out cold.

"That'll teach him. I'll make sure he never sees the light of day the next time he even looks in your direction." He sneered at them and then looked at you with gentle eyes. "Are you alright?"

You nodded as he dabbed away at your face and caressed you cheek.

"Alright, let's go then."

He stated before getting up and taking your hand in his as he dragged you away from the scene.

"Wait! Shouldn't we help him?" You were glad that Obanai cared that much about you, but he really shouldn't just go around attacking people like that and leaving them unconscious.

"No, Shinobu will take care of that eyesore."

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕦 𝕜𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕦 Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

"You must have a death wish."

The tone in her voice was so venomous yet sickly sweet it almost could've been enough to kill you. The nerve in her temple popping out as the demon slayer who was unfortunate enough to accidentally make you cry shuddered in fear.

"Shinobuuu." You whined. "Please leave them alone. They didn't mean any harm!"

Her eyes went soft when she saw you in your distressed state and then back to her vicious glare when it was back on them. "Run along now."

Her voice still even, yet scary. The demon slayer bowed quickly before escaping leaving you two alone. Shinobu sighed as she caressed your cheek.

"You're so delicate, sometimes." Your shoulders slumped at her words. It wasn't for long because Shinobu decided to plant a kiss on your nose and giggled. "Ara, ara, [name]-chan. You're still my sweet butterfly."

Shinobu didn't show much PDA, but when she did it made your heart implode and she was absolutely, 1000% aware of this.

𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕚 𝕜𝕒𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕚 ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

Her face would get all puffed up and red as she watched you cry from a few feet away, that is until you started to hug the person that was causing the "commotion".

"I hope you find peace." You said softly as you pulled away. The person thanked you and bowed with tears in their eyes before stepping away.

"[Name], are you okay?!" Mitsuri exclaimed as she hugged you with all her might. You had to tap out for her to let go. She noticed this and you gasped for air as she apologized endlessly.

"I'm okay, Mitsuri. Their family was attacked by demons and I managed to save one member and they just came to thank me in person." You vigorously swabbed at your eyes with your sleeves before smiling again at your lovely wife. Mitsuri didn't realize her strength and sometimes that would lead to her infamous death hugs.

"Oh, [name]! You are so heroic!" She squeaked with joy as she squeezed you again, this time with less agnozing pressure. You hugged her back as you laid your head on her shoulder and thanked God your partner was as lovely as she was.

𝕘𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕚 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒 ₍ᐢ｡ ˬ ｡ᐢ₎

His towering height alone was enough to have the culprit who made you cry shaking in their boots. Gyomei would simply ignore that he sent that person pissing themselves and would lift you in his arms as he dabbed away at your tears with his hankerchief.

"Dont cry, my flower. They're not worth your precious tears." He'd murmur against the apple of your cheek as he kissed it. This would instantly boost your mood and have you throwing your arms around him and squeezing him tight. You'd plant the biggest kiss on his cheek causing him to blush.

"Thank you, Gyo."

𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕫𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒 ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ

Anger. Kind of a no brainer. He'd go off on the person who made you cry and in return would make them cry and run far, far away. He'd comfort you by giving you a nice, bear hug and kiss on the top of your forehead whilst asking if you were ok. You'd end up laughing with tears still in your eyes and obviously this would puzzle him.

"What are you laughing about?"

"You just scared the bejeezus out of that guy and sent him crying!"

He'd chuckle and bring you back in for another warm hug and your face would nuzzle the crook of his neck.

"I'll send anyone crying for you."

𝕞𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕠 ₍ᐢ ̥ ̞ ̥ᐢ₎ ♥

Much like when he showed his distain towards Tanjiro when he interrupted Oyakata-sama. He would be watching from a distance, and fiercely flick pebbles at a scary fast velocity that was deadly enough to pierce a hole through the person who dared to talk down to you. But, of course, he held back since it was only a mere human but it was enough to send them to groveling on their knees.

You'd wipe your tears away and turn in the direction it came from to see Muichiro smiling at you while tossing a pebble up and down in hand. He was always watching over you.

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

The Labyrinth Imagine

Part 2 to "Imagine your friend being hella drunk and she wishes you away to the Goblin King cuz you need some dick in your life"

Wished🌟:

@mouthful-of-knowledge

Fem! Reader

“Oh Goblin King please hear me now, my beautiful, kind, sweet friend (F/N) (L/N) is in need of some dick tonight. So I desperately ask of thee to taketh away my friend for a night of fun, she has need for some wiener-loving.” 

You gave an incredulous look. Peering down to your friend who was half-naked in your bed, a slobbering mess as she tried to appear as sober as possible. Desperately trying to appease this so-called Goblin King.  You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Darling you forgot to say the ‘magical’ words.” You taunted, holding onto your chest as you continued to laugh out loud, too amused by your friend to even pay attention to your surroundings.

“Oh! Uhhh- oh ye! I wish the goblins would come take you away right now!”

It wasn't supposed to happen, but there he stood. A tall, lean man wearing strange yet beautiful garments, by the door of your room. A look of pure amusement and disbelief on his face. 

“Can you please repeat what you just said because I don’t think I heard right.”

____________________________________________

You didn’t even think. You just acted.

You had ignored all literal common sense. You ignored the fact that none of this was supposed to actually happen. You ignored the fact that the man before you was a literal stranger. You ignored the sense of fear that had begun to creep into you, and instead, replaced it with the pleasure of having the handsome man’s eyes roaming over your figure, gaze lingering over the bareness of your legs as a pair of shorts adorned your hips.

“You heard right.” You said with a devilish grin. Not taking the time to realize the implications of your words until a glint of pure, unadulterated mischief ran across the man’s interesting eyes. A wicked grin on his thin lips as he held out a gloved hand towards you, eyes darkening as you merrily walked over to him an excited yet nervous smile on your own lips.

...

Had you any regrets?

Any regrets as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent as you giggled. Your body squirming in the seat of his lap, desperately trying to get away from the tickling feeling, a bubbling warmth settling down in your stomach. 

It had been months since you were swept away by the Goblin King. Away from everything you've ever known. In the beginning, it was all so...strange. You and your friend hadn't really thought about the consequences. Both having been drunk off of each other's stupidity and crackhead-ness to really realize just how seriously fucked the two of you were as you agreed to go with Jareth into the world of the Labyrinth.

But with your laid-back attitude and mischievous personality, the two came to get along just fine. Jareth found that you were incredibly easy person to talk to, especially when conversing with subjects of intellect. He found that you were quite knowledgeable in certain aspects of everything, not to expert level, but enough to not be considered someone with general knowledge. And if you didn't know about the topic, you opted to learn about it. 

You were so much different than her.

You were so much better.

Oh so much better.

“Darling.” He called out to you in a soft whisper, a smirk adorning his thin lips. 

“Yes?” You hummed out, gasping softly as the Fae King placed yet another kiss onto the warm skin of your neck.

“Be mine. Let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. Fear me, love me. Do as I say and I will be your slaves until the end of time.” He spoke. A small twinge of fear permeating his soul as he awaited your answer. Desperately wishing for not another repeat of last time. With his breath paused, he peered up at you, eyes begging for you to agree.

What he had not taken into account was the act of you laughing.

A bright smile painted itself on your face, chuckles erupting from the depths of our vocal cords. He felt offended. How could you-

“Well when you put it like that, how could I say no? Be my slave ya peasant.” You jested.

He paused. 

Of course. How could he had forgotten so quickly?

You were different.

With a lopsided grin, he laughed. His laughter deep and loud like his heartbeat on your spine. Wrapping an arm around your waist in an effort to pull you closer, he breathed in your scent once more. “Of course, of course.” And with a gloved hand, he wrapped his slender fingers under your chin before forcing your head to face towards him. His breath fanning your lips, his gaze drinking in your surprised yet lustful expression. He grinned a devilish grin.

“Anything for my Queen.”

And with that, the deal was sealed with a kiss.

...

Hope you enjoyed!

[captain-josslett]

Broken Melody - Part Thirty Five

Masterlist

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 4.1k+

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Injury

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers x Sam Arias

This Part: Has the surgery been a success?

Man, sorry for the delay. Life has been hectic here and thankfully my Dad is okay. Despite having a mini heart attack and not being happy about the new meal plan and exercise he is doing 😅 I'm already 2k in on part 36... so hopefully won't be too long

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated. Please! I like knowing your thoughts.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz, @camslightstories, @thinking1bee, @aznblossom

Lena holds her breath, along with everyone else in the room, as they watch Emma open her mouth.

‘Please work, please work, please work, please work, please, please, please.’ Lena wishes over and over, trying not to squeeze Emma’s hand too tight with her nerves.

But nothing happens.

Only the sound of her breath emits from Emma’s throat.

At this realisation, Lena’s stomach drops. She immediately schools her expression and tries to keep the devastation off her face as pained hazel green eyes snap to hers.

“Okay.” Doctor Sloan’s voice is calm despite the growing tension in the room. He pours some water into a cup and holds it out for Emma to take. “Have some water and try again.”

Lena observes the slight shake in Emma’s hand as she reaches out and takes the cup, lifting it to her lips. Wincing as the cool liquid slides down her swollen throat.

Taking another deep breath Emma slowly opens her mouth again and tries to make any sound.

Nothing comes out.

Doctor Sloan begins talking, his voice is soft and reassuring but all Lena can hear is the blood pumping around her ears and she lowers her head.

‘This is your fault.’ Her mind whispers cruelly to her. ‘If you hadn’t left her that day, if you had been there this wouldn’t have happened, if you had been enough-’

A scrape of a chair makes Lena’s head snap back up. Seeing Eliza jump up quickly and hold a clearly distraught Emma in her arms.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Eliza whispers into Emma’s ear as her daughter nuzzles her face into the crook of her Mom’s neck. Her mouth opens in silent sobs, her breath coming out in pained gasps.

Lena peers behind her, Alex, Kara, Lucy and Sam have disappeared from the room. Nia has her head in her hands and Lena can see tears falling to the floor, Brainy and Winn are already looking over their tablets, conversing on the next steps they could do to help. J’onn sadly meets her eyes and goes to sit in the chair Eliza just vacated.

“I don’t care!” Alex’s enraged voice yells from the open door leading into the corridor, making Lena let go of Emma’s hand and stride out of the room towards the other voices of her friends. Promptly closing the door as she steps through it, not wanting it to further stress Emma.

She pauses at the scene in front of her. Alex’s face red with fury, the doctor against the wall with Alex’s arm pressed against his neck. Sam and Kara have their hands on her shoulders to stop her, while Lucy just watches with her arms crossed tightly against her chest and Doctor Hamilton stares at the scene with her mouth open like a goldfish.

“Look, I know you’re upset, I get that.” Doctor Sloan says calmly, trying to soothe the furious redhead. “We knew this surgery might not succeed but others still might, possibly, work. This is a foundation for us to work on, to use different therapies, injections in her neck. There are other options we can use.”

“Alex.” Kara pleads softly, tears brimming her eyes.

“It didn’t work.” Alex gasps out as she shakes with adrenaline.

“Not this time.” The Doctor says with genuine sorrow in his eyes. “But I promise you, I am going to do everything in my power so that one day your sister can talk.”

“And sing.” Lucy narrows her eyes at him.

Doctor Sloan pauses and takes a deep intake of breath. “Hopefully.”

“Hopefully?!” Alex barks, her rage reigniting.

“Babe, that’s enough.” Sam pulls her girlfriend off the Doctor and holds her in an embrace.

“It didn’t work. It didn’t work.” Alex’s muffled voice can be heard weeping out.

Tears prick Lena’s eyes and she clenches her jaw. Slowly she builds up an expressionless mask to hide the devastation she is feeling. A wall to keep her pain in.

She watches as Doctor Sloan turns to leave with Doctor Hamilton and Lena strides after them. Stepping into the CEO, scientist role and out of her girlfriend status.

“Doctor Sloan.” She calls after him, passing her desolate friends on the way.

“Ms Luthor.” He nods at her apprehensively.

“I would like to discuss with you the equipment you used.” Lena motions for him to lead the way to Doctor Hamilton's office to continue their discussion.

Lucy watches her leave with the Doctors and debates about whether she should follow or not.

Deciding against it she turns back to Sam, Alex and Kara. The blonde superhero was now hugging Alex as the two sisters tried to console each other.

Sam and Lucy’s eyes meet and Lucy nods before turning back to go into the room. They will get through this. They have too.

-- -- --

Two Days After The Surgery

Emma is lying on her side in her bed. The room is in partial darkness with the windows being slightly tinted. Not allowing the sunlight to enter all day and distorting the colour of the sunset that she is ignoring.

Her throat feels tight and itchy from the surgery and all Emma really wants to do is sleep to escape the memories of the past few days. To escape to dreams filled with beaches, quiet places and safety.

Not the memories of seeing the devastation written on everyone’s faces. The absolute agony that exploded within her at the realisation that the surgery hadn’t worked.

The way her Mom was the only one who comforted her right away. That Lena had let go of her hand and disappeared, along with her sisters. When all Emma needed and wanted in that moment was to be in her arms. To have Lena’s soothing voice reassure her things will be okay. For her sisters to be sitting on the bed with her and comforting her.

She hears a light knock on the bedroom door but doesn’t move, just keeps staring ahead.

“Love?” Lena’s voice softly calls into the dark room after she pushes open the door. Emma hears the soft patter of Lena’s footsteps on the carpet until Emma feels the bed dips behind her. “Hey.” Lena coos out and wraps an arm around Emma’s waist. “Are you okay?”

‘No.’ Emma thinks but instead she reaches for her girlfriend’s hand and squeezes it three times.

“I love you too, but you didn’t answer my question.”

Emma doesn’t respond, just stares straight ahead at nothing. Her eyes fill, for what feels the millionth time, with tears.

“Em.” Lena’s voice cracks and Emma feels Lena roll her onto her other side. Darkness surrounds Emma as Lena holds her close but Emma doesn’t move.

“Lee?” Kara’s voice quietly calls from the bedroom door and Emma hears two sets of footprints pad over to the bed. “Hi little one.” Kara says softly but Emma keeps her head nuzzled in Lena’s chest.

“Has she been in bed all day?” Alex’s voice queries Lena.

“I- yes, I think so. I did try to get her up earlier but she just lays here.”

Emma hears Alex sigh heavily and feels Alex get on the bed behind her. “Hey peanut.” A hand touches Emma’s shoulder and she unintentionally flinches under her sister’s hand. “Sorry.” Alex’s hand falters for a moment but gently lowers until it's fully resting on her shoulder again. Emma slowly breathes out and forces the tears to not fall.

“Everyone’s here for a Superfriends night. We will do whatever you want.” Kara's voice sounds airy and light but frustration bubbles within Emma. All she wants to do is lay in bed and sleep and not have to perform. To pretend she is okay.

Emma lets out a heavy breath through her nose, to try and release the bubbling frustration she is feeling.

“You don’t have to love. You can stay in here and rest. No one is expecting anything from you.” Lena says softly in Emma’s ear and kisses the top of her head.

Emma nods but stretches against Lena. Signalling she is about to get up.

Seeing this Alex moves off the bed and Emma rolls over and tries to sit up. The room spins, making her flop back into Lena.

The raven haired beauty chuckles, thinking it's due to Emma’s stiff body that she’s fallen back.

“I’ll help you up.” Alex reaches down and takes a hold of Emma’s hands. “On the count of three. One, two, threeee!”

Emma lets Alex help sit her up, also feeling Lena placing her hands on her back in case she falls again. When Alex moves away Emma carefully moves her legs off the bed, squinting her eyes as Lena turns the lights on.

“You are cleared to eat soft foods, so Nia and Brainy made us macaroni and cheese.” Kara says while heading into the walk-in wardrobe to grab Emma some fresh clothes. “I mean, it was Brainy’s idea which was really sweet.” Kara places the clothes by Emma and gives her a small smile.

Emma curves her lips up in response and nods. Wincing at the movement and runs a tired hand through her hair.

“We’ll see you out there.” Alex grabs a hold of Kara’s hand and they leave the room.

“Do you need help changing?” Lena asks beside her, having shuffled across the bed to sit next to her girlfriend.

Emma shakes her head and removes her t-shirt, exposing her naked chest. Making Lena groan.

“I can’t believe we have to wait over a month for me to ravish you.” Lena moans softly and kisses Emma’s cheek. “Good job we fucked in the bath huh?” Lena kisses Emma’s lips and the blonde kisses back. Smirking as Lena runs a hand gently over her chest.

The couple had been prepared that they couldn’t have sex for a while after the surgery. But when Doctor Sloan admitted the time frame to being a month and a half, Lena wanted to punch the Doctor.

Emma turns and raises an eyebrow at her. “I can still please you.”

“I know love. But I want to please you as well.” Lena slowly leans in and tenderly kisses Emma’s lips. “Plus, we do have to be careful.”

Emma lets out a heavy breath as she sighs and nods. Grabbing her clothes she quickly changes into loose jeans and a navy t-shirt with a sloth surfing a wave, while Lena waits on the bed.

“How do you make a simple outfit look so sexy?” Lena smirks at Emma, her eyes bright and glistening.

Emma gives her a small smile in response, which causes Lena’s to drop slightly.

“Hey, come here.” Lena opens her arms and Emma momentarily hesitates before falling into them. “I know this is less than ideal but we will get through this.”

Emma snuggles her head into Lena’s neck and breathes deeply. Allowing the feelings of safety and love to replace the anxiety she was feeling.

“Hey love birds!” Lucy shouts from the living area. “If you don’t come now all the food is gonna be consumed by two and a half cranky Kryptonians!”

“Hey!” Ruby squawks from the other room as Kara and Sam join in.

“Excuse me?!”

“I’m not cranky!!”

“Point proven babe.” Alex laughs and the sound of a light slap follows. “Ow! Hey Emma, help me!”

Pulling away from Lena, Emma quickly gets up and rushes into the living area. Alex is rubbing her arm and rolling her bottom lip forward as Sam shakes her head and chuckles.

“Emma!” Ruby yells and rushes over to the blonde.

“Ruby! Care-”

The teenager collides heavily with Emma, making her dispel a lot of air as she wraps her arms around her.

“-ful.” Sam finishes and rolls her eyes at her daughter. “Seriously that kid.”

Emma hugs Ruby back and smiles at them. When the teen breaks away Emma quickly moves to Alex’s side and wraps her arms protectively around her sister.

“She slapped me.” Alex whines and snuggles closer into Emma.

“Aww baby! I barely touched you.” Sam rubs Alex’s shoulder and sweetly kisses her cheek. Emma kisses Alex’s other cheek and shoots Sam a dirty look, making the brunette laugh. “I promise I won’t hurt her Em.”

Emma quickly nods and Alex nuzzles her nose into the side of Emma’s face.

“So food now?” Kara smiles brightly and lifts the lid on the simmering pan. “Rao, this smells so good!”

“Ooo yummy!” Ruby agrees as she takes in a big sniff of the delicious food.

“Thank you Kara, Ruby.” Brainy nods his head and picks up the spoon to dish the macaroni out.

“Yay!” Kara super speeds into a seat at the extended dining table with Ruby following right behind her. J’onn and Kara have flown in another fold up table and chairs so everyone could sit around a table together and eat.

Emma lets out a heavy snort through her nose as she watches her sister and the teenager.

“May they never change.” Alex laughs and moves to get everyone's drinks.

“Emma! Come sit next to me!” Ruby pats the vacant chair next to her. Emma grins slightly and goes to run over to them. Suddenly the room shifts and morphs around her.

‘Fuck no!’ Emma’s eyes go wide and she tries to avoid crashing into the table. Instead she trips on a chair leg, sending it flying and causing herself to slide across the floor, hitting her head on the back of the sofa.

“EMMA?!” A chorus of voices cry out her name and many rush over to her.

‘Ow.’ Emma moans, quickly sitting up with a cheerful smile on her face to show she was okay. But a blush colours her cheeks, showing her embarrassment.

“Stay down!” Alex orders furiously, her worry giving away to anger and Emma freezes as her sister kneels in front of her. “I need to check your wound.” She snaps and reaches out to pull the plaster away.

“Alex, wait!” Lena shouts urgently while kneeling next to her. She gently takes Emma’s hand and helps her sit fully up against the back of the sofa. “Deep breaths for me okay?”

Catching on to what Lena is trying to do, Alex’s face softens. “I’ll be gentle.”

Emma nods and focuses her eyes on Lena’s as Alex slowly pulls the band-aid off.

“Wow, this is actually healing really well.” Alex mutters and gently presses certain parts of Emma’s neck for any tears in the stiches, causing Emma to tighten her grip on Lena’s hand. Trying to keep herself grounded in the present.

“So, I was thinking-” Lena begins talking, seeing how Emma’s eyes were starting to glaze over and wanting to stop Emma’s nosedive into an episode. “Maybe we should take that trip soon?” Relief fills her as Emma’s eyes are able to focus on her and her eyes start to brighten with interest. “Go somewhere like the Maldives to unwind, swim in the sea, snorkel and you know-” Lena coughs lightly and lowers her voice towards Emma’s ear. “Other things.”

A quick puff of air escapes Emma’s lips as she voicelessly snorts.

“What like food?” Kara pipes up as she watches them from the table, having frozen in shock at Emma’s fall.

“Yes Kara, especially the food.” Alex says sarcastically and rolls her eyes at Emma, causing the blonde to grin. “Can someone get me a wi-”

“Here you go babe.” Sam appears in a blur and hands Alex a cleansing wipe and a new neck plaster.

“Thanks.”

“Is she going to be okay?” Ruby asks nervously to her Mom.

“Yes Rubes she is.” Sam hugs her daughter reassuringly and ushers her back to her seat.

Alex does the task quickly and soon everyone is sitting around the table eating the meal Brainy and Nia had made while listening to Winn’s story about successfully stopping a bank robbery with James.

“And then the idiots decide to run while-”

“I swooped in and pummeled the sons of bitches and-”

“James! Children present!” Sam barks.

“Moooom!” Ruby whines but motions for James to continue.

Emma’s eyes quickly move to Winn and watch him deflate back into his chair as James takes over the story. As if sensing her gaze Winn looks up at her and Emma lifts her mouth into a smile. The corner of his mouth lifts up and he nods before shoving more food in his mouth.

“Sweetheart?” Eliza quietly catches her attention from across the table. “You need to eat some more.”

Emma glances down at her bowl of food and realises she’s barely touched it. Lowering her fork Emma scoops up a few pieces of macaroni and slowly chews it. The pain almost makes her wince but Emma doesn’t want to seem ungrateful for the kind gesture Nia and Brainy did for her.

Her Mom nods and smiles at her before turning back to J’onn to continue their conversation.

Emma continues picking at her food and listens to the different exchanges happening around the table. Her stomach pinches as she wants to join in the conversations but knows the rhythm of communications will severely slow down while she signs and someone speaks her words out for her.

Instead Emma keeps her head down and continues eating, imagining different melodies and lyrics for songs. Her fingers softly moving against the surface of the table as if she is playing ivory keys.

If anyone notices Emma’s subdued mood, they leave her be. Putting it down to fatigue from the surgery and emotional exhaustion from the aftermath.

Lena does slip her left hand under the table and rests it on Emma’s right thigh, making the blonde jump but Lena soothingly rubs her thumb back and forth, settling Emma  quickly.

“-you think Emma?” Winn’s voice asks, bringing her out of her little music bubble.

“Winn was asking whether we should all go to the carnival next week?” Lena says helpfully having seen Emma snap out of her daze.

But before Emma can even process James pipes up.

“It may have to be the week after, there’s the convention at the arena.”

“Also gives us time to hire it out for a few hours.” Alex nods in thought. “Be nice not to have to wear face modifiers.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Lena nods and smiles.

“That sounds like fun!” Nia claps her hands and beams at the group.

“And talking of next week, as everyone is here, Alex’s moving date is a week tomorrow. If anyone wants to help?” Sam says with a bright smile, causing Emma to smile back and nod.

“Really? That soon?” James enquires, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Yes, I’m practically spending all my time at Sam and Ruby’s apartment, so it makes sense.” Alex glares right back at her friend.

“And you don’t think you are moving too quickly since-” James jumps as a foot kicks his shin, he turns his head and glares at Winn.

“No, I don’t. Since it was your sister who left me.” Alex responds coolly.

James lifts his glass in surrender. “True. And someone has to keep the typical u-haul lesbians trend alive. Cheers.” He smirks and downs his drink, Alex lifts her beer and salutes him before taking a sip.

The night continues without any more hitches as the superfriends clear the table and a group game of monopoly starts. Emma typically pairs with Lena as her partner and mainly rests her head on Lena’s shoulder as the game progresses.

“What do you think love?” Lena asks, trying to keep Emma involved in the game. “Shall we swap our browns for the green James and Winn are offering?”

Emma nods, seeing it would be a good swap as they already had the two other properties and would create a set.

It was indeed a good move as more and more players land on their properties and Lena gleefully takes their money.

“Thank you kindly!” She smiles brightly as Sam thrusts all of Alex’s and her money, bankrupting them and winning Lena and Emma the game.

“Well done Aunty Lee.” Ruby yawns and copies Emma by resting her head on her Mom’s shoulder.

Lena smiles at the teen and the game is packed away. The group starts saying their goodbyes, all giving Emma reassuring hugs and consoling words.

Soon only Alex, Kara, Lena and Emma are in the apartment. The sisters hover by the balcony door while Lena finishes packing up the dishwasher, having already said her farewells. Kara seemingly held onto her longer than usual as they hugged.

“So, shall we have a sister night here on Friday?” Kara nervously asks as she fiddles with her glasses.

Emma slowly blinks while leaning against the window, feeling her eyes growing heavy, but she nods and smiles sleepily at the thought of a sister's night.

“Yea, sounds good.” Alex agrees and goes to give Emma a hug. “Goodnight peanut.” Emma wraps her arms around her sister and squeezes.

“Goodnight little one.” Kara comes behind Emma and Emma moves her arm back to try and hug her other sister as well.

Emma takes a deep breath, soaking in her warm feelings of love she is getting but immediately a silent yawn escapes her mouth.

“Sounds like someone needs to go to bed!” Alex laughs, Emma leans her head back against Kara’s shoulder and nods. Allowing her eyes to close while her sister’s hold her up.

“Okie dokie.” She hears Kara say and her  smile widens at the phrase until suddenly she is lifted into Kara’s arms.

If she could have used her voice, Emma would have squealed in surprise. Instead a heavy, quick dispel of breath leaves her mouth.

“Sorry little one!” Kara exclaims after hearing Emma’s heartbeat increase in speed and she carries her baby sister into her bedroom. She smiles sadly as Emma wraps her arms around her shoulders and holds on. Alex glances over at Lena who is watching with sadness in her eyes.

“How are you doing Lena?” Alex asks, making Lena’s somber eyes snap to warm brown ones.

“Me?” The raven haired beauty asks, taken aback by Alex’s question.

“Anyone else in this room?” Alex quips and leans on the island.

“Well, I’m fine.”

“Fucked up. Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional.” Alex lists off the familiar phrase and raises her eyebrows at Lena.

Making Lena chuckle. “Sounds about right.”

“But seriously, you know where I am if you ever need me. Kay?”

Lena’s face softens and she swallows deeply. “Thank you. And the same goes for you.”

Alex nods and Kara reappears in the living area.

“Shall we go?” Kara asks and heads towards the balcony, Alex turns to follow her.

“Oh and Alex?” Lena moves around the island to stand in front of the redhead. Making Kara whirl around by the intentive tone of her best friend’s voice.

‘This should be good.’ Kara smirks and watches.

“Yes Lena?” Alex asks and watches as Lena transforms into the powerful CEO and sizes the redhead up.

“As Sam is my oldest and dearest friend, I feel it is my duty to warn you that if you ever hurt her in any way, I will hunt you down and use other methods more painful then you can possibly imagine to hurt you back. Your little finger trick? Has nothing on what I can do.”

Seeing how serious Lena was Alex nods, schooling her expression to not smile. Knowing that Lena does infact mean it and the different ways of torture Lena can conjure up. “I will keep that in mind.”

“Good.” Lena nods then opens her arms to hug the redhead, which Alex gladly accepts. Suddenly a force plows into them, making the pair sway as Kara wraps her arms around them.

“Kara!” Alex laughs and Lena kisses her best friend’s head affectionately.

Soon the sisters finally leave as Kara flies Alex to Sam’s apartment. Lena watches them disappear into the night before closing and locking the balcony door.

“Hope, please turn off all the lights and engage security protocol.” Lena quietly calls out as she makes her way to the dimly lit bedroom.

Her stomach pinches as her eyes focus on a fast asleep Emma propped against the headboard as if waiting for her.

Lena silently steps into the room and closes the door, hearing the whirl of the security locks sliding into place.

Immediately she turns back to her girlfriend and walks softly over to her. Grimacing at the angle of Emma’s neck, imaging the painful tug the blonde will be feeling if she stays in that position for much longer.

Carefully Lena maneuvers Emma’s body to a lying position, the blonde doesn't stir once but immediately curls towards Lena’s side of the bed. Lena smiles sadly and quickly gets ready to join her girlfriend.

Finally she slides under the covers and lays on her side to face the still sleeping Emma.

“Goodnight my love.” Lena whispers, gently kissing Emma’s lips and wraps her arm around her waist.

(Part Thirty Six)

[nalgenewhore]

perfection

elide x lorcan & kohana, modern au, word count: 1102

She held her arms out, reaching for him, “Come here and hold me.” Her boyfriend looked so warm and soft in his sweatpants and hoodie. “Please?” 

Lorcan chuckled. He looked at Elide through the bathroom mirror, his hands stilling in his hair, “I’ll be there in a moment.” Elide pouted and watched him braid his hair. After a moment, she crawled to the end of the bed and stepped off. Elide walked over to Lorcan and slipped under his arm. She hugged herself to his chest, burrowing her face in his warm skin. He laughed slightly, dropping a hand onto her back, “Yo, Hellas, E, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she mumbled. “‘m fine.”

“Hey, c’mon, I know you better than that,” Lorcan said. He finished off his braid and wrapped her up in his big arms. Elide melted further into him. “Tell me what’s wrong.” 

She sighed, her breath slightly shaky, “I don’t know. I missed you today and I don’t know why.” 

Lorcan hummed and rubbed a soothing circle over her back. “I missed you too.” 

Elide slid her arms down to curl her fists against his chest. She pressed the side of her face against his shoulder, “My head hurts too.”

He frowned and tilted her chin up, “Migraine again?” 

“Yeah,” she whispered, closing her eyes again. Her brain pounded against her skull. Elide had managed not to cry until now, when tears welled in her eyes. Her voice was shaky when she said, “It’s really bad. I can barely think.” He pressed his lips to her brow, not quite a kiss, but a reassurance that he would be there with her. Elide smiled softly and lifted her face to kiss across his until their lips met. She kissed him slowly and softly, not trusting herself to move without hurting. 

They traded those sweet kisses until Lorcan pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark. Slowly, he stood, lifting Elide into his arms, “Bed.” She cuddled into her boyfriend’s broad chest. Lorcan carried her to her bed and held her up as he flipped the duvet back. He didn’t let go, not once while he sat down on the plush mattress and leaned back against the headboard. “What happened at work?” 

She shrugged, nuzzling her face into the warm crook of his neck, “Not much. The kiddos were good today. Esther had a headache too, so we had a naptime.” 

Lorcan laughed, “Naptime? Is that what my hard earned tax payer dollars are going to? Naps?”

Elide sniffled, “I like my naps. They’re so nice when my head hurts.” She cried softly, her tears dripping onto his neck. “Don’t be mean to me. Take care of me.” 

“C’mon, princess, you know I got you forever,” he murmured, slowly rubbing her back. He kissed the top of her head, then her temple. Lorcan pulled the duvet over her and curled her into the shadows of his chest. 

Elide loosened her grip on his collar and moved her nose lower, so she could breathe evenly. “How was your day?” 

“Mm, fine. Ko called me a couple times, asking me to come home early. He’s... he’s been lonely lately. I don’t know why,” Lorcan said, the corners of his lips turning down. “Asks me to tell him about Essar.” 

Elide hummed, mumbling her soft, sedated support. “Should we worry?”

In the back of his throat, he made a dismissive noise. “No, no. He’s curious. It’s just... hard. To talk about her. Some things... I feel like if I speak them out loud, they’ll disappear and I’ll really lose her. Everything that was us.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes again. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m—“

“Please, don’t apologise, Elide,” he cut her off, running his hand over her hair. “I didn’t feel like talking.” 

She hummed again. “Ok. I don’t-“ she stifled a yawn “-want to ignore you, but I’m... so tired, L.” 

He chuckled, “I know. Go to sleep. I’ll be here.” 

It couldn’t have taken more than three seconds for her to drift off into a dreamless state. 

The next time she woke up, Lorcan was still holding her. He had his eyes closed, but Elide could tell he wasn’t asleep.

“Stop staring at me, Elide. It’s invasive, don’t you know?” 

She laughed, her head feeling a little less horribly than before. “Shut up, stupid.” Outside the door, they both heard little feet pattering down the hallway. Elide was smiling in anticipation. 

The door was slowly pushed open, “Até*? What’s everyone so quiet for?” A little head of dark hair poked through the door. “Hi-hi.” 

“Hi, baby,” Elide whispered. “How are you?” 

Kohana stepped in and shrugged, “It’s so silence.” She swallowed her snort at his words and reached her hand out to him. 

“C’mere, Ko.” 

He ran across the room and slowed as he climbed into bed. He nestled under Elide’s arm and into his father’s side. “Does your head hurt?” 

“Yeah. It does.” 

“Was I too loud? I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, no, honey. You were perfect,” Elide said. She stretched her legs out so she was laying down between Lorcan’s legs, with her torso and head resting against his chest. “It’s nobody’s fault.” 

Kohana regarded her skeptically. He sighed through his nose and cupped her face in his hands. Slowly, and so sweetly, he pecked her forehead. It was something he had learned from Lorcan at some point. In her chest, Elide could feel her heart melting. The little one cuddled closer and whispered something in his mother tongue. Then, he pulled away and looked at her with a serious furrow in his little brow, “All better? All better.” 

She laughed and tugged him close, wrapping him up in her arms. “All better, sweetheart.” Kohana nodded decidedly and rested his head on her chest. 

He became drowsy, mumbling softly, “‘kay. ‘m... ‘m gon’ sleep... now.” 

Elide brushed a kiss to the top of his head and laughed quietly, “Ok, baby.” He sighed softly and soon, Kohana was deep asleep. She tilted her head up when Lorcan slid his arms around them, “Hi.” 

He grinned and kissed her forehead, “You’re perfection, you know that?” 

“Mmmm,” she said, pressing back into his embrace and holding his son that much closer. “I am pretty amazing, it’s true.” 

Lorcan muffled his laugh in her silky hair, “And so modest, too.” 

She clicked her tongue and gently slapped his cheek, “You love me like this.” 

“That I do, Lochan.” 

“Forever?” she asked, looking up again to meet his gaze. 

Lorcan rubbed his thumb in soothing circles over her ribcage. “And always.”

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*Até: father in Lakota 

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[toraashi]

chuuya week day 2 - motorcycle

Inspired by dead apple chuuya having a hella cool bike

Please read I promise I’m a decent writer

The sound of a roaring engine pulled her from the daze her phone had trapped her in. She had been diligently waiting for her lover to pick her up, insisting he do as soon as she caught wind of some trouble downtown, not being too keen on walking to their shared apartment through a crime scene. Looking up from her device, she gaped at the sight of a slick bullet bike topped by a handsome man with sapphire blue eyes and messy orange hair. 

“Motorcycle?” He looked her up and down briefly, tossing his discarded trenchcoat at her.

“Wear this so you’re not cold. I don’t have a lot of time so get your ass on.” She slung the black leather around her shoulders gratefully. It smelled like thick cologne and the subdued flavor of red wine. 

“Please don’t crash us into anyone, Chuu.” A brief chuckle escaped his lips like honey as she swung her leg over the seat, crossing her arms across his firm abdomen, hitching her chin into the crook of his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder. He scoffed at her remark, revving the engine as if to mock it. 

“You’ll be fine. Hold on tight.” And she did, feeling the breath escape her lungs as he propelled forward, weaving inbetween traffic faster than she’d ever gone before, ignoring 90% of the traffic laws and regulations. Luckily, there weren’t very many other vehicles, the dead of night being a catalyst of this. The glare of skyscraper lights reflected off of his motorcycle cleanly, and wind rushed through her ears vehemently as she cinched her fingers into his silky shirt. He had left in the middle of work to come pick her up, delaying a mission to ensure she made it home safe. 

Minutes passed and before she knew it, they were approaching the scene of her fear. Chuuya slowed to comply with the speed limit, attempting to avoid unnecessary confrontation with police force. The trenchcoat that was billowing and whipping around her aimlessly before fell calmly around her form, and she tugged it around her tightly. The scene was dancing with red and blue lights, the cops shoving a man into their vehicle. A splatter of something bright scarlet- blood, she assumed- was covering a portion of the ground like broken glass; she felt bile build up in the back of her throat at the grisly sight, but a shy question escaped the bounds of her tight throat. 

“What happened?” His face remained stone cold, refusing to answer her question. “Chuuya? Do you know?” Being affiliated with the local mafia had it’s perks, and information was one of them, positive or not. 

“An ability user was murdered… by their own ability we think.” That’s all he said on the matter before they had started speeding up again, racing towards their apartment complex. 

They arrived shortly after, and she stepped off of the bike with shaky legs and wind-mussed hair. 

“Ahhh… I don’t know how I feel about jelly legs.” She complained to the latter’s amusement. 

“Too badass for you?” She could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” She teased lightly, punching his shoulder, “You may be in the mafia, but I know you’re a soft baby with a cuddling addiction.” Humming affectionately, he propped his bike up and walked her to the door. 

“I’m pretty late back.” Staring fondly into his whirlpool eyes, she twisted a lock of his vibrant hair around her finger. 

“I wish you could stay.” He responded to her affection by touching her face, the other hand sliding down to the small of her back. 

“You’d be safer if I stayed. Promise me you’ll call if something happens with that scene down the street.” 

“I will.” His eyes flicked down to her lips with every word she spoke, fingers rubbing circles against the fabric of her shirt. “You should probably go.” He remained silent before dipping down quickly to press a hot, open mouthed kiss to the center of her mouth, relishing in the feeling before pulling away tentatively. 

“I’ll be back tonight.” 

“Of course.” Adjusting his hat, he stepped back towards his motorcycle while she pulled the jacket from around her shoulders, handing the folded fabric back to him. “Be safe.” The look he gave her bled longing and desire, but knowing his duty, he simply nodded his head, kicking off the curb and speeding back into the night.

[seductiveseavey]

please baby? // zach herron

summary: although you have an essay to finish, zach’s needs become too prominent for you to ignore. 

request: none

pairing: zach x fem!reader

warnings: sub!zach, dry humping, that’s kinda it lol

hey uh so i wrote this a while back and found it in my drafts so i thought i’d finish it up, it’s kinda short but like also kinda hot so like lmaoooooooooo

this is hella fuckin smuttyyyy so please enjoyyy

“baby, please,” zach whined into your ear for what seemed like the thousandth time in the past fifteen minutes.

“zach not right now, i really have to finish this essay,” you motioned to your computer screen, the display glowing with the ten page paper that you had to finish by midnight. this paper was worth twenty percent of your semester grade, and you were not about to let your horny boyfriend ruin your chances at a 100.

“but i really want you,” he pouted, pressing his now prominent bulge into your thigh. he shivered at the friction he had created, craving relief for the problem that had arose downstairs.

“too bad, figure it out yourself.” you told him, turning back to your essay despite the arousal that was growing in your stomach. you couldn’t give in now, despite how much your body was telling you to.

zach huffed, his lips forming a pout and he sat back into the soft pillows on your bed.

you had expected him to go take a cold shower, or maybe go into the bathroom to jerk off, so it came as a surprise when you felt zach’s clothed boner grind into your thigh again.

he let out a soft whimper, squeezing his eyes closed as he created a steady rhythm.

you felt arousal began to flood your veins at his actions, using every single bit of your willpower to focus on your essay instead of giving in to his temptations. you glanced over at zach for a second, seeing his eyes shut and his head thrown back in pure pleasure.

“fuck, y/n,” he breathed out, his pace quickened, and you could tell he was getting close.

fuck it.

you closed your laptop, throwing it to the side of the bed as you moved away from zach, interrupting his euphoria.

“what-” his eyes shot open, confusion evident in his features before you shushed him, quickly slipping off your pajama shorts which left you only in your underwear. you straddled his waist, placing your hands on his chest.

“if you get to cum, i get to cum.” you stated, slowly beginning to grind your hips down onto his. he let out a whimper, his hands shooting up to grasp your waist.

you leaned down, beginning to kiss up and down his neck. your pace quickened, the friction on your clit feeling like absolute bliss. zach’s grip tightened, and he began rutting his hips up to yours.

“nuh-uh baby,” you mumbled, pressing a hand down onto his pelvis to keep him from thrusting. “we’re doing this my way.” he nodded fervently, craving release so badly that he would do whatever you wanted.

you began to move faster, closing your eyes as waves of pleasure began to course through you. you let out a moan, grinding down harder onto zach’s clothed dick.

“i’m close,” zach breathed out, his face scrunching up as your movements became more and more desperate.

“wait for me baby, i’m almost there,” you replied, feeling a knot begin to form in your stomach.

“y/n, i don’t think i can hold on much longer-” he moaned, a look of desperation painted on his face. you increased your pace, feeling the knot in your stomach getting ready to explode.

you pressed your lips to his, reaching a hand between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. that was enough to push you to the edge, and you began to kiss zach even harder than before.

“let go baby,” you mumbled into the kiss, zach immediately letting out a cry of relief. 

you felt the knot in your stomach explode, your grinding movements slowing down as an orgasm crashed over you. you let out a loud moan, resting your head in the crook of zach’s neck as waves of pleasure flooded through your body.

zach groaned as his own orgasm racked his body, his seed painting a wet spot on his briefs and coating his lower stomach.

you laid on zach’s chest for a minute or so, drinking in the moment that had just occurred between you two. after your breathing steadied you rolled off of him, stretching to retrieve your previously discarded laptop and returning to your essay.

“wait, you’re just gonna go back to your essay? babe quit playing,” he whined, reaching an arm around your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss into your neck. a shiver went down your spine at the sensation of his lips, but you pushed down your craving for another round.

“zach, i really have to finish this essay right now,” you sighed, turning to your still-horny boyfriend. he sent you his best puppy pout, pressing yet another kiss to the column of your neck.

you sent zach a pointed look, causing him to back away and frown. you let out a sign, leaning over to press a soft kiss onto his frowning lips.

“if you’re a good boy, then i’ll give you everything you want when i’m done with this paper.” you whispered against his lips, causing smile to paint itself across his features. 

“anything for you y/n.”

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

ooooo :0c sorry for bothering but do you think you could write for the monster prom characters with an s/o who has a really don't mess with me attitude but enjoys cute things, is kinda touch starved an' they like get hella scared when people yell at/near them

Miranda Vanderbilt:

You and Miranda were walking around local shops in town, your girlfriend wanting to see where people of your social status go shopping (you cringed a little at those words, but you know she didn’t mean any harm). Though you looked like you were hating every single spec of this outing since you had to step out of your house, you actually quite enjoyed shopping with Mir’… especially since she seems to be amazed by anything she sees.

“Love, look!” You turn your head towards the mermaid princess just in time for her to hand you a beautiful and glowing (f/c) flower that she bought while you were looking away, a bright smile on her face. “This flower is as adorable as you… You shall take it and keep it close to your heart.”

Your neutral expression suddenly breaks into a red mess when her words stab your heart, your fingers slowly picking up the flower from her own while looking at the ground.

“I-I’m not adorable…” You can’t help but silently be mesmerized by the glowing flower in your hand, already trying to think of a place to put it back at home. “… but thank you.”

Her grin stretches out at the sight of you, your eyes soon going wide when she gives your cheek a quick kiss.

“You’re adorable to me.” She just giggles when you start grumbling under your breath, her hand soon intertwining with your free one before she drags you towards another shop. “Come on now! We have so many more things to see! My kingdom is also in a lack of serfs these days… Do you think one of those shops sell them?”

You can’t help but let out a small smile as you follow her.

Damien LaVey:

The first time Damien invited you to Hell, things were awesome: You tortured a few folks, had dinner with his dads, got to meet a few dead celebrities in complete agony… but the one thing you had been looking out for the most was the tour, and Damien was more than happy to be your guide. He showed you everything he knew you would like and he fucking loved how bright your eyes were sparkling the entire time. Everything had been perfect and awesome until you both got tired, and so you decided to go back to his home.

It’s on the way back home that you met what is commonly known as a fire dog: so basically a dog from hell that is constantly on fire. The creature had been designed to be both cute and awesome, but also to help torture more humans with its deadly features. Damien was expecting you to burst in admiration at the design, but what he wasn’t expecting was for your face to turn into this mushy adorableness as you kneel in front of the creature.

“You… are… so… cute!” His eyes had gone wide in shock when you outstretched your hand gloved with fire protector to pet the said the dog, the creature leaning into your touch as you scratch its head. “Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy!”

He couldn’t help but snort at the excessively high pitch voice you just used, not having expected that from you at all. You snap your head back at him to send him a glare, your eyes full of a dark emotion.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You.” He puts his hands into his jacket’s pocket and gives out a smirk. “You’re adorable.”

“I’m not…!” Red spreads onto your cheeks faster than a deadly disease, your gloved hand now petting the dog’s belly as it rolls onto its back. “I’m not adorable! I-I’m dangerous!”

“That too.” His smirk stretches out. “But right now, mostly adorable.”

It’s when you let out an exasperated groan that he knew you were the right one.

Scott Howl:

“(Y/N)!” You give out a yelp when large arms suddenly engulf you into a tight hug, not having expected that in the slightest since you were too enraptured into your phone’s content. “I missed you!”

You give out a light chuckle once you recognize the cheery voice of Scott, a small crimson color settling onto your skin as you pat one of his arms.

“Of course you did.” The color deepens when he rubs his cheek against yours, knowing how bright his smile must be. “… I missed you too…”

He gasps in pure joy at those words, ignoring your annoyed grumbling before he picks you up and swirls you around laughing. You almost never admit things like that, so the fact that you just said it out of nowhere made his heart burst out in happiness.

“You missed me! You said you missed me!”

“P-put me down!” You excessively move your arms with wide-open eyes until he finally puts you on the ground, trying not to let his joyful laugh affect your heartbeat so bad. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Awn, but I like hugging you.”

“That wasn’t hugging, that was an attack!”

He tilts his head at you, confused. “It was?”

“Yeah-”

“Hey, Scott!” You jump up in fear at the sound of that voice, not liking how loud and close it was to you just now. “Are you grabbing a bite with the boys?”

You unconsciously start to tremble as Scott’s cousin speaks with him, putting a hand against your chest to slow down your breathing. The werewolf boy notices your stressful state, and though he doesn’t quite understand everything you’re going through despite you having explained it to him multiple time, he knows you don’t like when people scream, and so he shakes his head at his cousin.

“Nah, sorry.” You give out another yelp when he puts his arm around your shoulders and crushes you into another tight hug. “I’m spending the evening with (Y/N)!”

The cousin quirks an eyebrow before he shrugs and leaves. “Whatever you say, dude.”

You wait for him to have left before you shyly look away. “… Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweet cheeks!”

You just give out another grumble when he pinches your said cheek, only making him laugh loudly in response.

Liam de Lioncourt:

You carefully observe the purple vampire on the opposite side of the table, his yellow eyes silently reading through another old book of his while you’re trying to not bother him. You promised you’d let him read in peace and not force him on another of your dangerous adventures out of nowhere. Lucky for him, you’re not in the mood for something deadly, as he would call it.

Your (e/c) orbs slowly move away from his concentrated expression to one of his hands holding the book, your own starting to shake as you try to suppress the need to hold one of them this instant. You desperately need some touch to ease down the tension in your mind and heart, but once again; you don’t want to bother him. Plus, wouldn’t it be hard to turn the pages if he only has one hand?

The sigh escaping his lips brings you back to reality in time to notice him stretching his hand on the table towards you, your expression turning to a confused yet hopeful one as you look back to his. His eyes are still looking straight towards the content of his book, but the simple movement of his fingers urging you to take his hand gives you the answer you need.

You gently put your hand in his and you instantly feel your whole body relax, your happy smile resting on your lips despite your edgy features. Your heart melts when his thumb starts caressing your skin unconsciously, your head instantly dropping onto the table so you can hide the heat your feeling rising inside your neck.

You hate that you hear him chuckle.

“Tired?”

“Shut up.”

Polly Geist:

The blaring music and long screams around you makes your soul terrifyingly shake through your entire core. You normally never stay long at the parties Polly always invite you to; they’re loud and too crowded for your taste, but this time you wanted to force yourself to stay to spend more time with her.

Bad idea.

Now you’re looking around with fear in your eyes, all the sounds cutting through your brain like a sharp knife, and everyone’s too afraid of your tough nature to even ask if you’re okay. You don’t have the reputation of being good and kind among the monsters, and so you desperately try to spot Polly’s ghostly figure through the crowd.

You finally manage to find her, a ghostly alcohol beverage in her hands as she laughs with other strangers. You don’t care if you push a few people away while you walk towards her form, not letting your eyes wander away from her until your fingers brush against her cold shoulder.

She turns her head towards you with a wide grin, but she soon loses it when she notices your whitening expression and the slight fear jolts going through your body.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“I-I…” You stop speaking and shake your head, trying to regain some composure. “Can we go, please?”

“Yeah, of course!” She drops her cup on the ground and links her arm with yours, giving you a comforting smile while she leads you towards the exit. “Let’s go chill at your house. This party’s lame anyway.”

You give her a small smile, silently thanking her for saving you from this nightmare.

Vera Oberlin:

The gorgon girl silently types on her phone as she stares at it intently, an unreadable expression settled on her face as she exchanges orders with her minions. Boredom is swirling inside her chest, a few annoyed groans almost escaping her throat during her text conversations with mere people. Crime has been dull and repetitive today; nothing was interesting her or lightening a spark inside her heart.

She slightly stiffs up when she feels arms slowly enrapt around her form, but rapidly relaxes when you hide your face in the crook of her neck and exhale in relief. She frees one of her hands to carefully let her fingers go through your hair, feeling your own body relax through her touch. She gives out a small smile, slightly turning her head to give the top of your head a kiss before she continues to type.

“Hard day?”

You tighten your grip on her, your face slightly rubbing against her skin in the process. “Hm-hm.”

Before she got to know you, she would never have guessed how much you needed touch, but she would lie if she said she didn’t like it.

“Crime’s not interesting today.” She puts her phone on the counter and frees herself from your arms to be able to turn around, her hands rapidly cupping your cheeks as her eyes lay on your tired expression. “How about a day in? Just us two?” 

The light firing up in your eyes is the only answer she needs.

[radamazard]

From Me to We

This is my piece for the DJWifiZine! Everyone who contributed to it is honestly awesome and so talented, so you should go check it out at @thedjwifizine

You can download it here!

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The lights flickered in time with a tired sigh, throwing darkness over pages that had already left Nino feeling increasingly frustrated. What was it about old timey books that made them so… so obtuse!

Had it's previous owners meant to mock him? If so then he guessed they ought to congratulate themselves. Never before had anything left him feeling so completely and utterly defeated.

With that thought and a heavy groan, Nino let the tome hit the cushion beside him.

“Waaaaayzz,” he whined, earning a dry look from the kwami. “How the sweet heck am I meant to read this crap? No offence. I know this is, like, your idea of fun and all, buuuut…”

“None taken,” Wayzz replied, drifting down to sit upon his holder’s shoulder. “I understand that it is a rather…” he paused, seemingly taking a moment to choose his next words carefully. “...dull and dense text. But you were chosen to inherit this role, and with it comes certain responsibilities. Such as-”

“Readin’ old books drier than the Sahara Desert?” Nino scoffed, leaning back into the worn comfort of his couch.

“At least you’re allowed to read them!”

Ah, he was wondering when she was going to join the conversation.

Across the room from him, grumbling to herself from her squeaky desk chair, sat Alya. Her legs were crossed and her form hunched, a sure sign that she wasn't quite over being scolded by the tiny god of protection earlier this evening.

“Aww, come on, babe.” Nino attempted to assure her. “I promise, you're not missin’ out on anything exciting here!”

Well, not anything that he himself would find exciting. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure why he'd had the title of guardian thrust upon him. Hero stuff wasn't really something he was passionate about. It was just something he did outta a sense of duty.

Alya though? Now SHE was someone who woulda been squealing at the opportunity. She dug this kinda shit.

Thick, boring books full of lore and secrets that had to be decoded and unravelled?

The responsibility of deciding who was worthy of the same power they wielded, and who could never be allowed even near a miraculous?

The weight that such a position held, and the changes it would bring with it?

That was right up her alley!

It was the ultimate hero's life, all stress and life altering decisions and sooo much information that it made his brain wanna shrivel up and roll right outta his head. This was her dream, not his.

Yet here they sat, neither of them pleased with the cards they'd been dealt.

Man, was life ever a bitch.

“.... Okay, so maybe it'd be exciting to you,” Nino conceded as his girlfriend threw him an irritated glare, one that only softened as she took note of how exhausted he seemed.

Alya pulled herself away from her desk, crossing the room in a few quick steps before she dropped herself next to her beloved with a graceless thump.

“I know you're not trying to make me feel like shit, boo,” she assured him, although with how he slouched into her side Alya was getting the feeling that, perhaps, he felt he had failed in that. “It's just…”

A strong arm wrapped itself around Nino’s shoulder, and with one smooth motion he was pulled into the warmth of Alya’s embrace. It was a comfort, a silent reassurance that no ill feelings were shared between them. That even if the situation was less than ideal, they refused to let it sour their bond.

“Sucks major ass?”

“Couldn't have said it better myself, Neens~”

Alya felt the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips, one that was awfully contagious as she caught sight of the same beauty blossoming upon her boyfriend's gorgeous face.

“You know I'd give ya the damn title if I could, right?” Nino said with a slight shrug. “I wasn't really gunning for something like this. Or even remotely wanting it.”

“Maybe that's why the old fart gave it to ya,” Trixx chimed in, his sudden presence making the couple jolt comically. Alya threw a pointed look at her kwami, one that went entirely ignored by the mini master of mischief.

“Just saying! I mean, isn't that what boring old humans do? Give power to those that don't want it?”

“As much as I disagree with his choice of words and blatant disrespect for my former master,” Wayzz retorted with an air of annoyance. “Trixx does have a fair point. I do believe that Mas- that Fu’s choice, or at least part of it, was based on a lack of desire. One that does not desire power is far less likely to abuse it.”

Wayzz’s own lack of tactfulness earned him a nasty look, from both his chosen and his fiery partner. Unlike Trixx though, he at least had the decency to appear guilty, knowing that he lacked a certain level of social savvy. The fox instead had whizzed off to find a new place to nap. How typical of him.

“I did not mean anything offensive by it,” the kwami quickly added. “I do not believe that Miss Alya would ever abuse such power! You have proven to be a hero of great honour and responsibility, and I would never wish to besmirch your name with such dirty implications…”

“I'd hope not, little dude,” Nino said firmly, the sternness in his gaze starting to melt as Alya relaxed beside him, along with her grip that held his lanky frame. “I love ya, but Als is my frickin’ Queen. I ain't about to let anyone talk smack about her, not even you.”

“I would never. In fact, if it would assure your fears, I will let it be known that Miss Alya was Fu’s second pick.”

A beat of silence passed, broken only by the slight cry of shock that fell from Alya's slackened jaw.

“You… You can't be serious! Was I- I could of- What?!”

“Oh, but I am. You possess a brilliant mind, and a passion for knowledge and the history of us kwamis that is both pure and unrivalled by anyone alive today. To be completely honest, the perfect guardian lies somewhere between you both. It made the decision terribly hard…”

As he trailed off the silence returned. Unlike last time though, it stretched out, filling several long lasting minutes.

Nino felt Alya’s cheek come to rest upon his head, and even from where he rested, his face pressed into the crook of her neck, he could hear her heart race. Was it excitement, the idea that she was thought of so highly by someone she deeply respected? He hoped so. She deserved at least that.

No, she deserved so much more.

“You right there, Als?” Nino whispered against her skin, laying a gentle kiss to her thrumming pulse. To his delight he felt her shiver beneath his lips, egging him on to smother her in a flurry of feather light affections.

“I will be once you stop being such a damn lovable DORK,” Alya shot back, her cheeks ablaze. It wasn't often that Nino managed to catch her off guard as such, not that she was complaining of course. She loved him dearly, with his sweet tenderness and near endless patience for her more… wild ways.

But right now was meant to be serious talk time!

“Well excuuuuuse me, Princess!”

Oh, how her eyes rolled.

“Anyway, back to the topic at hand. You know, the one where I was ALMOST THE GUARDIAN? I seriously can't believe that I was this close to being allowed to read the same book that you wanna throw in a fire!” Up went her hands, and with them Wayzz, who hopped out of the way of any further hand shenanigans and took refuge on the arm of their couch.

“Like, come on universe! I'm sorry that we can't just fuse or mind meld or be co-guardians or something equally as ridiculous!”

“Man, that last one woulda been hella sweet. Could you imagine? This shit would be so much easier if we could tackle it together. That damn book would be halfway understood by the end of the year if you were actually allowed to read it!”

Together they sighed, almost dreamily, as though the idea was but a wish, one fit only for fairytales. Or perhaps a low budget rom com, like the ones they enjoyed playfully mocking every Friday evening. Ah, for their lives to be so stupidly simple.

“Don't even say it, babe. Don't give me dreams that can't be fulfil-”

“Co… Guardians?” Wayzz interjected, drawing their gazes to his suddenly pondering form. “I hadn't thought of that option. Neither of us had. It certainly isn't traditional, but Ma- but Fu has never been one to follow tradition. Does that truly matter now in the scheme of things?”

His tiny brow creased in deep thought, so much so that they feared he may give himself a headache. Then, without warning, the kwami was zipping across the room, coming to rest upon the coffee table where Nino’s phone lay.

“What are yo-”

“I am contacting Fu. This new guardianship is only days old, you see. We should still be able to make amendments. With this new idea presented I believe we may be able to reach a more agreeable situation for all.”

“You… You mean…”

“Yes, Miss Alya. Now please, a moment of silence.”

The couple shared a look of bewilderment, one that swiftly morphed into giddy delight as the meaning of Wayzz's words and the hushed conversation he was having, started to settle in.

“You don't think…?” She started.

“Heck yeah I think!”

“I wasn't even being- well okay, I HAD thought of it before, but I didn't seriously think that it could happen! But now it’s- Neens, I might-!”

Excited giggles burst forth between them, both barely able to contain the jittering joy that flourished between them. What once had seemed like a sore point now pulsed with a new life, promising a future that held them together closer than ever before.

Strange, how quickly one’s night could turn from a grouchy sort of sour to a sweet, bubbly delight.

Together they tittered, their conversation an excited mess of hardly hushed whispers and tightly gripped hands. The energy was punctured by a familiar, yet sharp throat clearing, which snapped their attention back to the awaiting kwami.

“Although our conversation was brief, and we will meet at a later date to discuss the details, we are both in agreement. A Co-Guardianship is something we are willing to trial. If you will both agree to this arrangement, that is.”

Wayzz watched with a delighted chuckle, already braced for the squeals and hollering of joy that were soon to follow. Ah, to be young and so wonderfully human, to find such happiness in something shared.

“Are you kidding, little dude? Of freaking course I agree to this shit! Als, did ya hear what he sa-”

“SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!” Alya shouted in pure, unfiltered glee. Within seconds she was reaching across her boyfriend, grabbing the tome that had been the source of so many nasty feelings not even half an hour ago.

Nino’s easy laugh filled her ears, and soon it vibrated against her lips, gobbled up by a kiss of pure, vibrant glee that left them both more than a little love drunk.

“I swear, I- no, WE won't let you down!”

We.

Yes, that had a nice ring to it.

We, as in friends.

We, as in lovers.

We, as in heroic partners.

We, the Co-Guardians of the Miraculous, together until death do us part.

[elaboratedbee]

Bigby x Reader

Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Reader (i changed this to be gender neutral!)

Summary: bigby deals with his rapidly growing feelings for the new Fable that moved into the apartment above his, a nymph. (alternatively, you give bigby flowers)

Rating: E (hella fluff)

Word Count: 4208 (idk how it got long it just did i’m so sorry)

Note: hey guys, this is my second imagine! :) I just love this wolfman rn and I literally cannot wait until s2! i’m a new blog so pls feel free to interact, or request something, bc corona has given me hella free time ;)

You Belong Among The Flowers

You

As you set down the last box in your new apartment, you let a sense of accomplishment wash over you. It hadn’t been easy to save enough money to afford an apartment in the Woodlands, but you worked hard managing your business, growing flowers and owning a florist as well as growing fruit and vegetables which you sold to the grocery stores in Fabletown. When Snow had informed you of the two new apartments that had become available, you couldn’t help but fall in love with the idea. The place you were living before was a little sketchy (read: it was a total shithole, and you were definitely close to getting stabbed on several occasions). 

This way, you would be closer to the allotments you had managed to buy right at the edge of Fabletown, closer to Snow who you had thoroughly enjoyed getting to know during the first couple of months of her deputy mayorship, and it was a hell of a lot safer. The Woodlands had the extra insurance of being the home of the big, bad wolf. Fabletown harboured some pretty stupid criminals, but there weren’t many people stupid enough to target the apartments across the hall from the Sheriff. 

The place needed some life in it, as soon as was possible, however. The stark and empty room made you uncomfortable, and as soon as you set your first fern down on one of the shelves, you immediately felt better. The best part about the place, which really convinced you to part with most of your savings, was the balcony. You couldn’t wait to have it bright with life, a practical jungle on your doorstep. A flower nymph with no flowers was not a happy being, so that was the first thing you got to work on, planting your seeds and setting out your pots. 

It was already falling dark by the time you were done, but you were more than content to spend the night on a mattress in the middle of the floor now that you were surrounded by, at least the beginnings of, a flower garden. 

Bigby

By the time Bigby reached his cramped, little apartment in the evening, it was usually long after darkness had fallen over Fabletown. As he turned the key in the stiff lock, a sigh escaped his lips. He’d been tracking a car thief all day and had not been successful. The detective hated going home with a case hanging over him; there was no way he would be able to get any real sleep while all of his thoughts and theories were racing through his head. 

Bigby opened the door, dim yellow light from the hallway seeping into the room. The lingering smell of smoke from his Huff and Puffs and the scent of whiskey hit his nose even harder once the door was opened, and even he grimaced slightly at the smell. He flicked on the light and took his phone off of the ringer, a habit that he’d developed long ago. It was nice to be enveloped in peace and quiet in the evening. It was the way he liked it, he told himself. Somewhere in the very back of his mind, he knew that he really made himself unavailable because that way he could pretend that being alone was a conscious decision that he made.

Making his way to the small window in his living space, he opened it in an attempt to allow some fresh (well, as fresh as it got for New York city) air into his apartment. Bigby froze as an unexpected scent was the first to hit him, and he inhaled deeply. It was a floral scent, different kinds of mingling together. Some overpowered the less aromatic ones, but Bigby’s sense of smell was heightened enough that he could pick out each individual smell and he traced it to somewhere above him. The pitch-black darkness outside made it a futile goal to find out where it was coming from, so he simply stood and basked in it, sure that it would be gone in the morning. He assumed that someone in a nearby apartment had received a bouquet of flowers and had left it on their windowsill. It was concerning that they had left their window open, he noted, even the Woodland building wasn’t particularly safe. 

A bittersweet pang of homesickness ran through his body like a shiver, pooling in his chest and making his heartache. Mostly, he avoided thinking about the Homelands, as it always resulted in the sad longing that he was feeling now. But with the scent in his nose so reminiscent of the beautiful woodlands and sprawling idyllic spaces that they had once called home, there was no way he could avoid it now. Once the initial sadness passed, he allowed himself to relax into the sense of security and joy that were stronger than any negative feelings when he thought back to their home and all of its splendour. Although the person, or monster, that Bigby had been back then was a source of regret, he could not deny that he’d do almost anything to trade the dirty, concrete cityscape outside of his window for hills and mountains, forests and rivers. 

For the first time that he could remember, he didn’t reach for a cigarette or a tumbler of whiskey when he sat down in his chair to rest at last. Instead, he inhaled deeply, and let the smell of flowers lull him to a restful sleep. 

When he awoke, he was pleased to find that the pleasant smell persisted, which made him considerably more optimistic about the day ahead. There was one lead that he thought to chase up, but he figured that he ought to fill in Snow on the recent happenings before making his way out. She was much busier now, since the Crooked Man. Things weren’t perfect, he didn’t think they would ever be, but they were certainly better. Snow was making changes, just like she had promised to herself and everyone that she would. When Fables came through the door of the business office, their wishes weren’t always granted, but they were always heard.

Bigby thought that was a step in the right direction. 

After showering and getting dressed, he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the correct floor. The line for the business office was already fairly long, despite the early hour of the morning and he resolved not to take up too much of Snow’s time. Ignoring the eye rolls and general disgruntlement from the Fables in the hallway as he bypassed the line, he made his way into the office. Snow was busying herself with a stack of papers, looking rather stressed at it all. He didn’t like to see her that way, but he did prefer it to the look of frustration and helplessness that he caught glimpses of when she was working as an assistant. 

Opening his mouth to announce his presence, he promptly closed it as something took him by surprise. On Snow’s desk was a vase of flowers, a big and beautiful bouquet. Proud white roses were peppered with baby's breath, all sitting on a luscious green bed of eucalyptus and hydrangeas. It was perfect, it was if it were an incarnation of Snow herself. He looked at it and realised, at that moment, exactly why people gave each other flowers, he had never had a reason to consider it. 

He must have been staring for a lot longer than it felt like because what finally broke him from his reverie was the sound of Snow’s laughter, soft and musical. Frowning at the sight of her mocking him, he flipped her off, which only made her laugh more. “Who’s the secret admirer?” He inquired, “I’ll need their address too, you know, just in case.” 

Snow glared at him.

“I’m kidding.” Bigby placated her, raising his hands in mock surrender. The smell of this bouquet was different from the one coming through his window, telling him that it was a different set of flowers, but surely the giver of these was also the source of the others. It seemed like far too much of a coincidence, otherwise. 

With a pointed look, Snow said, “you already know it. I told you last week that someone new was moving into the Woodlands! Since Crane is gone, we renovated his hideous penthouse into two new apartments.” Even the mention of his name raised Bigby’s hackles and got his blood boiling, so he could only imagine the disgust that his friend must feel whenever he’s brought up. 

“Right,” Bigby agreed, hazily recalling the conversation that he had definitely not paid his full attention to. It was no wonder that Bigby had missed them moving in, considering that he usually leaves the Woodlands in the early hours of the morning and returns in . . . the early hours of the morning. Yikes.

“I told them about the apartment, so they sent me these as a way to say thanks,” Snow explained, gesturing toward the flowers.

He wondered what their connection was to the flowers, whether they just liked them or whether they were a part of their history, their story. Once again, Bigby opened his mouth only to be interrupted by an inpatient sounding knock on the door. Snow jerked her head towards it before throwing an apologetic smile towards the Sheriff. “I’m sorry, Bigby. I have a lot to do. I should probably get going with these meetings.” 

That was his cue to leave, so the wolf nodded at her and made an exit from the office. He was busy, too, and things were never really peaceful in Fabletown, so it was probably for the best that he got going, but he couldn’t help but wish he had asked for a name.  

He was soon to find out, however, only a couple of days later. Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Bigby used his free hand to open his mailbox. It was more of a tradition at this point, considering he couldn’t actually recall the last time he received a letter in the post that wasn’t a bill. 

An out of tune ding announced the arrival of the elevator but Bigby didn’t turn around, not wanting to invite conversation. He had just placed the car thief into custody, and Snow was going to arrange a trial for tomorrow. The system was much fairer now, more democratic and he liked it that way. Being the final authority on the Crooked Man last time was some heavy stuff, and there was no way to make everyone happy. Now, there was a jury, a real trial, fair sentencing. Fabletown was slowly but surely dragging itself off the ground and trying to become a more just place, a more safe place. If Bigby could do anything to make sure of it, he would. 

Finally looking up, he turned his head to see which of his neighbours had joined him at the letterbox. It was you.

He almost choked on the cigarette in his mouth as he regarded you, and when he took it out and crushed it underfoot, he could smell you, too. Without the overpowering scent of smoke under his nose, the floral scent that he had been succumbing to every night since the first overtook him and he felt a strange constriction in his chest.

You were beautiful, ethereal, but in a much different way than he could usually describe. It was the quirk of your mouth as you offered him a grin and the glint behind your eyes that suggested you were laughing at your own joke internally. “Sheriff.” You addressed him by his formal title and Bigby was torn. He wanted to hear you say it again, over and over. Sherriff. You said it with respect, with admiration even. It wasn’t an insult, a sarcasm, unlike when most of the Fables addressed him with his title. But he also wanted to hear you say his name. It was this desire that returned his ability to speak.

“Call me, Bigby.” 

You closed your mailbox, holding your letters in your hand and smiled wider, introducing yourseld in return.

“I’ll see you around, Bigby.” 

You were walking away, and Bigby, for the first time, was struck with the desire to stop you, make you stay, talk just a little longer. 

“I, uh, I like the flowers.” He managed to growl out. You looked a little taken aback at his tone and he cursed himself, but you recovered and offered him yet another smile. He noted how you gave them out like it cost nothing. 

“Oh, Snow’s?” You prompted him for more information. 

“Yeah, and I can,” he made a vague gesture towards his face, “smell the ones you have in the windowsill. From my apartment.” 

Your eyebrows raised a fraction in surprise, and he felt a weird sense of pride. What the fuck is wrong with you? He thought to himself. 

“Really? I’ll keep them there,” you were so sincere, you made such a simple comment sound like a promise. He nodded, unable to think of yet another reason to delay you and altogether confused about why he was freaking out the way that he was. You stepped into the elevator and was gone. 

You

You stepped off of the elevator and into your apartment, placing the letters down onto a table. The place wasn’t huge but you had made the best of it. The walls had a fresh coat of white paint, making the place seem more open and bright, the furniture was simple, mainly second hand, but it fits. Best of all, your beloved balcony. You guessed that’s what the Sheriff had confused for the flowers on your window-sill.

Great, leafy ferns and potted plants adorned your apartment all over, but the balcony was the centre of it all, and it was only just beginning. You had planted all manner of things, and you were only getting started. Due to your being a  flower nymph, they grew faster, strong and healthy, and the seeds that you planted mere days ago were beginning to form buds, and even open up. The scent was sweeter. The plants were happier, but you couldn’t really explain that sort of thing to another Fable. They would laugh at the notion, but you could feel it.

Moving to the city had been hard for you, really hard. The nymphs were the caretakers of the homelands, the trees, rivers, lakes and plants. The animals, too, even if they didn’t always know it. To have it ripped away was more painful than anything else you could have experienced. It wasn’t just a home that had been taken from you, it was a part of yourself that had been left behind. 

Your mind drifted to your recent interaction as you watered them with care, and you felt your heart rate pick up when you thought of the Sheriff. He was tired, you could tell, but he seemed kind enough. It was a common mistake that nymphs only took care of the plants in the forest, when really they guarded the animals, too. It gave you more of a read on the beastially inclined residents, and you could almost feel the weight on Bigby’s shoulders as you stood next to him. 

I like the flowers. 

The compliment played over in your mind. It had taken you by surprise, considering what all of the other residents had told you about the big, bad wolf. You trusted Snow’s word above the others when she told you about him, that he was a man that wanted to change, had changed. He wanted to make this place better, she had told you, just like her. But even Snow had grumbled to you a few times about how stubborn, how hot-headed and how harsh he could be. 

Over the next couple of days, he was stuck on your mind. You paid far more attention to the coming and going of the wolf than before, realising for the first time that he was rarely home at all. Could this really be the same man that everyone complained about downtown? The one that Fables still questioned as to whether or not he really cared at all? Every time you passed him, you sensed his exhaustion, his frustration. His loneliness. But there was something else when you passed him, too. This little spark of joy and excitement. You knew it must be the scent of the flowers, what else could it be? He had already remarked on it.

Deciding enough was enough, you went about making him the perfect bouquet. 

Throughout the week, you worked on your gift. You arranged it untraditionally in a long, thin wooden box which was overflowing with greenery. Succulents and hydrangeas were scattered amongst them like stars in the night sky. Wild berries shone like jewels, clinging to their stems. Most importantly, bright white lily of the valleys hung like bells. You picked them because of their sweet scent, hoping that the wolf would enjoy them. They were common in the homelands, and you wondered if it would remind him of the place. 

Finally satisfied, you picked up the arrangement late one evening and stepped into the elevator. Am I being crazy? You thought to yourself as your grip on the box tightened. You just thought that all of the things the Sheriff did for Fabletown deserved a little recognition. It was the least you could do say thanks, right? 

Arriving at the correct floor, you took a deep breath before knocking on Bigby’s door. It was a little late for a house call, you realised, but he wasn’t home at any other hour. The wolf opened the door, scowling until he saw you. Confusion replaced the general displeasure on his face until he noted what was in your hands. “Oh,” his voice was full of realisation, “I can hand those to Snow if you want, but if you just wait until tomorrow, she’ll be back in her office,” he explained to you. 

What? You realised quickly that he thought the flowers were meant for Snow and you shook your head, a little saddened that he didn’t even think that they could be for him. 

“Actually, Sheriff, they’re for you. For your windowsill.” 

The man’s face went completely blank while he processed the information, which was kind of scary. The guy really didn’t give anything away. 

“For me?” He repeated, sounding almost suspicious as he raised his hand to his mouth and removed his cigarette, seemingly wanting to inhale the flowers instead.

“Yep.” You assured him firmly, “you said you liked the scent of them so I thought you might like some of your own.” With your words, the energy of the wolf changed. The exhaustion and anger faded substantially and he finally seemed warm, almost as happy as your flowers. You seized the opportunity. “You mind if I come in? I can tell you about watering them and stuff.”

Bigby failed to hide his face a little more this time, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I don’t have anything to offer you, and the place is a real shithole.” He warned you. 

“I didn’t come for anything, I just want to bring you these,” you answer and he relents, stepping backwards and opening the door to allow you in. You expected the smell of cigarettes to be worse, but he had an open window that seemed to be helping with that. You set the flowers down on the windowsill and turned to face him. He was closer than you had expected, and a blush broke out onto your cheeks at the proximity of the wolf to you. You are overwhelmed with the desire to step even closer, but you stay put. The man was already freaked out, he didn’t need your crush to make it any worse.

“Why?” He seemed reluctant to ask like he had been trying to answer the question himself but just couldn’t figure out the answer.

“To say thank you. You do a lot for us, especially those of us who live in The Woodlands. I think of how much safer this place is just because you live here. And you said you liked them.”

“I don’t exactly do anything other than be the Big, Bad Wolf.” He points out, and you catch a cutting undertone to his argument.

“Bullshit.” He seems surprised at your choice of words and raises an amused eyebrow at you. “You get up at the crack of dawn and you get home little before then, sometimes not at all. You single-handedly protect all of the Fables in this town. You deserve a hundred flowers.” You pointed this all out casually, shrugging your shoulders but Bigby looks deeply uncomfortable. You wondered why he was so tense as you pointed out all he does. 

You wondered if anybody does.

Bigby

He thought that if you come any closer to him then he won’t be able to stop himself from kissing you. He also thought that he can’t move away. 

The scent of the flowers, your scent, was making him feel almost dizzy. It was hard to believe that you were in his apartment, that you brought him flowers. You brought him flowers, you brought him flowers, you brought him flowers. Ever since they spoke, such a small, meaningless conversation, he hadn’t been able to get you off his mind. Sure that you had forgotten it by the next day, he felt like such an idiot replaying it in his mind before he could fall asleep at night. 

But you hadn’t. You had remembered what he said and brought him flowers. 

“Thank you.” He realised he hadn’t even said that yet, and he turned away to admire them, and so that he didn’t have to look at you anymore. Clenching his jaw, he implored himself not to ruin this already, to just control himself, like he had with Snow once upon a time. But this time, it seemed impossible.

Then, you touched his arm. 

He was so acutely aware of your hand on his skin the whole time that it was there that he could barely hear what you were saying. All of the nice things you were saying about him, falling on deaf ears. God, he felt pathetic. Was that really all it took to turn him stupid? One compliment, one touch.

He hadn’t been touched in a while, though. Not like this. By someone who wasn’t trying to hurt him, or calm him down. Not by someone who just wanted to be close to him. 

Fuck it, he thought, and stepped closer, leaning into your touch. There were inches between you now. 

You

All of a sudden, he was in front of you. His skin was warm to your touch, and his eyes were simmering with something. You think back over the last couple of days. The way you had watched him, the way you’d thought of him. How you had spent hours finding the perfect flowers, arranging them just so. That wasn’t gratitude or friendly admiration and you knew it. You wondered if he knew it.

You looked up and met his eyes, they were almost gold now that you were close, more than brown. That’s the last thing you remember thinking before you weren’t thinking anything, but feeling the wolf’s mouth on yours. His hand comes up to cup your face, holding you close and the other hand moves to your waist. It’s needy, and almost desperate as the both of you simply give in to whatever desire you were pushing back. 

His face was rough, and you delighted in the coarseness of his hands, a shiver running through your body. He invaded all of your senses, occupies all of you for the minutes, or hours that the two of you are interlocked. The sharpness of his teeth on your bottom lip, gone as quickly as it came prompted you to gasp ever so slightly, allowing his tongue passage into your mouth. When you finally pulled away, air a terrible, evil necessity to you now, you dared to open your eyes and reassure yourself that you weren’t dreaming. Bigby was still pressed up against you, his eyes a brighter gold than they had been before and his breathing urgent.

“I like the flowers,” he chokes out, “I really, really like the - “

You cut him off by grabbing him by the tie and pulling him down towards you once again, rolling your eyes slightly at how awkward he was. You’d figure it out. Kissing him breathless, you finally released him and met his eyes. “I like you too, Bigby.” 

The wolf shared a genuine smile with you, one that reached all the way up to his eyes and flashed his sharp incisors. You wanted to see it again, a million times.

You were going to need more flowers. 

[filthy-rat]

Alright well now you gotta free him because pent up and angry Dew is best Dew.

HELLA NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“Please…” whines Dewdrop, his voice hoarse and desperate. The bindings on his wrists creak as he tries fruitlessly to touch you.

With a sympathetic sigh, you slide into his lap, one hand skating down to his leaking cock. Still rock hard and ready. As you squeeze his flushed cockhead, smearing that bead of precum along the tip, he bucks as hard as he can with your weight atop him, whining and whimpering with need. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this frantic, and the knowledge that you’re the cause of this desire has heat pulling hard at your stomach.

“My safeword… is rats,” you whisper in his ear, and your fingers move to the bindings on his wrists. “And as a special treat, for being so good… you get to knot me tonight.” You swallow his tortured moan in a kiss, allowing his long, forked tongue to plunder your mouth. With a flick of your wrist, you finally release him from his bindings.

The change in him is instantaneous.

With a snarl ripping from his throat, he launches himself at you, knocking over the chair in his haste. You land beneath him on the mattress with a shocked gasp, but there’s barely a moment to register this new positioning before he’s rolling you onto your stomach. One clawed hand gathers up your hair and tugs it backward, lifting your head. His stiff cock ruts against the bare curve of your ass, sending a jolt of lust straight to your cunt, and you moan with reckless abandon. He laps a long, wet line from your shoulder to your pulse point, and his teeth bear down on the sensitive skin there, overlapping Aether’s earlier mark. Your head swimming with pleasure and anticipation, it takes you a moment to realize he’s speaking.

“--dare you let him mark you, you’re fucking mine. Mine, you hear me? My slut, my fucktoy.” He snarls, snapping his hips forward and grinding his cock between your cheeks until you whine. “Gonna use your fucking holes till you beg for this cock, you understand me? Not gonna be able to fucking walk for weeks after I’m through with you...”

He gives your hair another yank, burying his nose against your shoulder. He grinds himself against you again and again, panting and growling in your ear like he’s actually fucking you, but not yet. Not yet. Just enough to fan the flames. You whine, and squeeze your thighs together, desperate for stimulation. He growls out a warning, and slaps your bare ass until the skin there is tingling and flushed.

Obediently, you fall still and quiet.

“That’s my good little slut.”

Releasing his grip on your hair, he moves down the length of your body, and lifts your hips until you’re on your knees. 

“Satan below, your ass is fucking perfect,” he purrs, and his mouth connects with the meat of one cheek, teeth sinking into your flesh. He sucks hard and you know there will be a bruise there in the morning. Suddenly, a few clawed fingers are tracing your slick folds -- just a quick swipe against your seam, but you moan regardless, whining when he doesn’t continue. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He yanks your head up again. “Open.” 

Breathing hard, he watches with dark, predatory eyes as you lick your own fluids from his slick fingers. Your teeth scrape gently against the pad of one digit, and he sucks in an involuntary breath. You know you’re misbehaving, teasing him like that, but it’s worth it to see the muscle in his jaw jump.

“You want something bigger than fingers to suck on, baby?” 

He shifts to kneel before you. His cock is tantalizingly close to your face now, and you lick your lips in anticipation. With frankly arousing ease, he rolls you onto your back, and angles his hips downward to slide his cock into your mouth. A shuddering, growling moan escapes him as he thrusts shallowly into you and you gag a little on his girth. Meanwhile, he palms your naked tits, pinching and rolling your nipples until you writhe and whimper.

“Look at you taking my cock so good,” he growls, snapping his hips forward, forcing you to take all of his length in one go. You gag, your eyes watering a little, but you want so badly to please him that you merely give his thighs a squeeze.

He reaches out and drags two long, clawed fingers through your slit, spreading your slick over your swollen clit. Your desperate whines go largely ignored, and when you thrash your hips in a futile attempt for more pressure, he presses a hand to your hips to still you. He continues on, stroking your cunt and pinching your tits and thrusting into your mouth until you’re a sweaty, desperate mess with an ache in your jaw. 

You know better than anyone -- Dewdrop has the stamina to keep this up for hours. 

Eventually, he eases his cock from your mouth, moving around your sweat-slick body until his head is hovering over your hips. He inhales deeply through his nose, shivering, and looks up at you, pupils blown with desire.

“You fucking reek, baby. I betcha the others can smell you from here… wouldn’t be surprised if they’re outside the door listening to you sing for me.” 

He twists his head a little and sinks his teeth into the meat of your thigh, marking you for a third time. With his fingers, he spreads your lips, and leans in to flick his forked tongue against your clit. You writhe and clamp your thighs around his head, and he immediately stops. The loss of stimulation wrenches a desperate, tortured sob from your chest.

“You want me to fuck you with this tongue? Better start begging.”

“Please! Please, I--”

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir! Please lick my pussy, I need --”

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish. With a feral snarl, he surges forward and laps his tongue along your slick seam. Your hands fly to his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp, as he winds you tighter and tighter and tighter. And just when you’re about to crest that precipice and find some modicum of relief, he

stops.

You whine sharply in distress as he pulls away, suddenly sobbing over the loss of your ruined orgasm. Dewdrop presses a hand on your hips, stilling you.

“Such a fucking brat,” he growls, grasping your hips with bruising firmness until you stop thrashing. “Just reminding you that I say when you come, got it?” 

You nod vigorously, whispering pleas and begging him to continue.

Purring, he lowers his head to your thigh, leaving more searing love bites along the meat of it, inching closer and closer to your drenched cunt. You’ve become practically incoherent, whispering yeses and encouragements the nearer he gets. At long last, he laps that talented tongue across your clit, and in one swift, calculating motion, inserts one finger and then it’s twin into your waiting hole.

You bow off the bed with a cry, clenching around his fingers and clamping your thighs around his head as the tightly-wound band of arousal within your belly snaps. Dewdrop continues on, his head almost glued to your cunt as he licks you through your climax, fingers easing in and out until you’re twitching and gasping from overstimulation. And still

he

continues.

Just as you begged him to resume, now you’re begging him to stop. You writhe and thrash and fucking wail as he brings you to that precipice twice more, before finally, blessedly withdrawing.

You lay on the sweat-drenched sheets, just trying to remember how to breathe, arm draped over your eyes. Distantly, you’re aware of him crawling up the length of your body, nestling his hips between your thighs. He buries his face against the crook of your neck, breathing deep your scent. His cock, hard and hot, rubs against your thighs, a reminder that there is more to be had.

“Such a good pet for me. Ready to take my knot now, like the good little slut you are?” He nips at your shoulder, soothing the bites with warm, wet kisses, and draws your arms around his neck.

You nod, even though feel tired and sloppy and you’re pretty sure you just saw heaven itself. Dew isn’t satisfied yet. He hitches one of your legs around his hips, and with a shuddering, animalistic growl, buries himself into you to the hilt in one quick thrust. He sets a brutal pace from the get-go. The stretch of his girth within you is borderline painful already, and you know that it’s only going to get bigger. After the hours of play, he’s struggling to keep his climax at bay, while desperately trying to eke one last orgasm from you.

“Come,” he commands, his fingers clumsily stroking your clit between thrusts. “Come for me, slut. Let me hear you.”

Leg shaking, you twitch and spasm as one last demi-climax pulls deep at your cunt, throbbing and almost painful. As you clench around him, sobbing with relief, he pushes into you. There’s a burning ache as the knot swells within you. Panting hard, you scrabble at his back, clawing for purchase, as his impossibly swollen cock pulses within you. He snarls, each little thrust of his hips moving you further up the bed another inch.

For what feels like an eternity, you remain locked with him, unable to move or pull away. You’re panting and whining and moaning, clinging to him with trembling arms as the knot swells and swells. He kisses you, that forked tongue of his sliding into your mouth to swallow your noises. When you begin to sob from the overwhelming sensations, he nuzzles against your neck, murmuring praise.

When at last the swelling reduces and the pleasurable pain ebbs, you flop beneath him, utterly boneless. Endorphins course through you, and all you can do is giggle breathlessly. Dewdrop shifts, rolling you onto your side, and cuddling in behind you. He leaves a trail of soft, gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck. Already, the sweet siren call of sleep is pulling at your mind.

“You wanna shower?”

“I can’t move…”

“Bath it is, then.” He chuckles, soft and low. “Nothing but the best for you, baby.”

[mdemontespan1667]

Not So Silent Night

DARK!Curtis Everett x Reader

WARNINGS: NON CON, VIOLENCE, SMUT. THIS IS DARK. 

SYNOPSIS: Curtis takes what he wants 

This is for @jtargaryen18​ DARK CURTIS HOLIDAY CHALLENGE.

(Thanks for hosting this. I loved getting back in the Snowpiercer  world even though this is hella darker than my last piece.)

WARNINGS: NON-CON/ORAL SEX/VAGINAL SEX/SLAPPING/WHIPPING/OVERSTIMULATION/VIOLENCE TOWARDS READER

“You. Come here.”

Curtis crooked his finger in your direction. 

Strands of fear tightened around your spine. 

You knew that tone. Knew what he wanted. 

To most of the men and women of the tail section he was a savior who was going to lead them into the light. He was the heir apparent to Gilliam, a natural leader. 

But to you, and the other young women who were unlucky enough to catch his eye, Curtis was a monster, the vile thing waiting in the dark, violent and determined.

Everyone knew what he did. They ignored his brutality. His savagery didn’t personally affect them. More importantly they needed him. 

“Now.”

Fury laced his voice. 

Your companions didn’t look at you as you broke away. They wouldn’t have been able to hide their relief. 

Unlike some of his other playthings you were a relatively new toy. You weren’t broken, yet. Enough of your pride remained to challenge him. In the end he always took what he wanted but you didn’t make it easy. 

“What.”

Your eyes met his. Curtis demanded complete submission and obedience. Eye contact without permission was forbidden. 

Without a word Curtis clamped his hand on the back of your neck, pressing your head down. He drug you down the corridor. You dug your heels in, screaming and thrashing. Your actions weren’t for you; the defiance wouldn’t stop him. It was for the passengers. Not one of them would stop Curtis but you weren’t going to assuage their conscience by going quietly.

Curtis had commandeered a small room at the end of the section. At one time it had been occupied by a guard. It was filled with whatever he had been able to scavenge. When someone died he had first pick of the deceased's meager belongings. 

He swung the metal door open, flung you inside and kicked the door shut. Anger radiated from his body. He pulled a knife from his pocket.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth. I should just gut you here and now and be done with it.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you choked out.

“Who’s going to stop me.”

“You know the rule Curtis. We don’t kill each other. If you kill me Gilliam will shun you, so will the passengers. You’ll lose your precious throne.”

Curtis jeered.

“Gilliam is nothing more than a figurehead. A worn out old man.”

SMACK

Your head snapped hard to the right. Curtis sunk his hand into your hair, pulled you to him.

“It’s time you learned who is in charge now.”

He tossed you onto the cot. You scurried to the corner, holding onto the pipe that ran the length of the room. Curtis grabbed your foot and yanked you back. He flipped you on your stomach. There was a slight woosh before the braided leather struck your back. 

You screamed.

He brought the whip down repeatedly until you were a crying mess.

One hand held you down as he freed his cock. Pushing your skirt up his hands slipped over your ass, into your folds. 

His finger found your clit. The touch was rough. Against your will wetness pooled between your legs. 

Curtis climbed onto the bed. His body covered yours. You felt his cock push into your cunt. He thrust in, snapping his hips. 

“Please stop,” you begged.

His hand clapped over your mouth.

“Shhh.”

Every plunge sent him deeper. His weight pressed your clit to the bed. The friction coiled in your belly. 

The added slick from your growing arousal spurred Curtis on. His grunts hung in the air, mingled with the squelching sound of your sopping pussy. 

He came hard, shoving his cock as deep inside as it would go. 

Pulling free Curtis flipped you over. He pushed your knees to your chest, hand sliding to your throat. His mouth descended to your cunt, latching onto your swollen nub. Back and forth his tongue lashed, concentrating on one side of your clit. 

“Cur, Curtis, I…”

Your orgasm sparked sending waves of bliss through your body. 

Curtis gave you no time to recover. He attacked your clit again, the flat of his tongue scraping the sensitive bundle. You tried to wiggle away, the stimulation too much. He pressed his forearm across your hips, holding you in place. 

One finger joined his tongue, then two. Curtis’ hand tighten on your throat cutting your air supply.

 Another orgasm washed over you. 

Still he continued. Over and over you came on his tongue, drenching his beard. Your orgasms became painful. You begged for him to stop.

Finally he raised his head. Curtis pulled you onto your back and slammed into you. Your pussy was tight from the multiple orgasms. He fucked you mercilessly, taking his pleasure from you pain. 

One final heave and he came again. You didn’t dare relax for fear he would start again. 

Curtis stood, tucked himself away. 

“Get out.”

Your entire body was in agony as you scooted off the bed. 

“Crawl.”

Dropping to your knees you crawled to the door. You were barely outside when he slammed it shut. 

(It’s 4am. I’ll reblog and tag people tomorrow lol)

[loftyexecutor]

aftermath

Pairing; Fresh/Gold Rating; MA/E/not safe WC; 2591  Notes; emotional hurt/comfort. includes multiple orgasms, inside view, overstimulation

fresh belongs to CQ/loverofpiggies and gold is from @heart-of-gold-au

Sunlight filtered inside, broken by the stained glass and throwing lines of colors across the tiled floor. The hall stretched far, almost endlessly so, though he knew it wasn’t so.

The pillars lining the walls seemed taller, somehow, and the windows bigger. It was just a feeling. Fresh knew this was no different from any other Judgement hall, and the feeling of being dwarfed by it was only a byproduct of its Judge.

Its Judge, who was currently close to slumping against one of the pillars, head hung and fingers digging into the marble. He looked small, and it was almost impossible to see how hard he was shaking, until Fresh got closer.

“Gold,” he said in place of a usual nickname.

Though it took a couple moments, Gold raised his head eventually, just a bit. His face was stained by the dried remains of what must’ve been rivulets of tears, and his eyelights were hazy and unfocused.

“Fresh,” he said back, echoing between the walls more than Fresh’s voice had. His features betrayed no emotion as he read over his status, a simple HEYA, but Fresh wasn’t deterred.

“Yep, that’s me.”

Gold stared at him, blinking slow and too regular for him not to be doing it consciously. He pushed himself off the pillar — or tried to, at least — and tried to stand up straight, but really just ended up leaning back against the marble, sans the whole digging-his-fingers-into-it thing this time.

“Why are you here?”

“I dunno, why are you here?”

Finally Gold’s impassive look broke, and his browbones scrunched together, just a bit. “This is… our domain. We are supposed to be here.”

Fresh exhaled through his nasal aperture in lieu of a scoff, and pushed his sleeves up above his elbows. “Actually, broski, it's not good for you. Not flyin’ at all. Now, I'm gonna touch you,” he said, raising both hands in front of himself to show they were empty.

Gold eyed him warily, eyelights fluttering from his face to his hands. Fresh let him have his moment of panicked memories, more than willing to wiggle his fingers a bit to drive his point home.

Gold didn’t say no.

So Fresh crossed the last three steps of space between them and wrapped him in his arms. Aside from a harsh jerk, Gold didn’t move, not closer, but not away, either.

“Tell me, Gold, how're you hangin'?”

“We…” Gold frowned further. “No one is hanging.”

Fresh rolled his eyelight behind his glasses and proceeded to lower them both onto the floor. “How’re y’feelin’, Gold,” he amended. For Gold, he’d give up a little bit of his lingo. 

“We are fine,” was the answer, a little too quick, a little too loud, a little too echo-y.

“No lyin’ now.”

Fresh broke off the hug, sat between Gold’s spread, curled legs. He stared into Gold’s sockets, watching his eternal heart-eyes flicker from dim to too-dim and right back.

He was stuck back in the past, back in another loop, and he was not looking forward to the next one

Fresh took a hold of his (shaking) hand, held it with both of his, and Gold blinked the memories away, gradually; the darkness of them bleeding away in favor of the sunshine casting soft shadows on Fresh’s clothes..

“Fresh?” he asked, looking at his brofriend, this time properly. “Heh, what’s up? Came to get judged? ‘Cause I don’t think I got the guts for it right now.”

Fresh’s glasses decided it was the perfect time for some sarcasm, and they swapped the status for an LMAO. “Yeah, sure. Dude, you realize you've been gone for days now, right? I got hella worried.”

“Days? Shoot, I didn’t realize…” Gold lowered his head again, hands fisting his hoodie. He looked just about ready to go into another spiral. Too bad that wasn't something Fresh was about to let happen.

“Oh, bro, it’s chill, you know it’s chill, right? It's aiite now. Everything’s chill.”

He coaxed Gold’s hands to uncurl, but they just latched onto him instead, Gold all but throwing himself onto his chest. Fresh held him as he shook, muttering reassurances all the while. Maybe he should’ve come to check the hall sooner, when Gold wasn’t opening his texts, much less replying to them.

His stupid, stupid lover, thinking he had to deal with everything on his own. They were brofriends for a reason, and Fresh would remind him. As many times as it took.

Despite the previous implication of being wiped, magic roiled and coiled around Gold’s form, flaring in his joints and through the holes of his jacket with nowhere else to go. If Gold needed an outlet, well, Fresh was as willing as ever.

His hand was steady on its way down his front, practiced motions of drumming against his ribs through the thin layer of his shirt. Gold, in his endless wisdom, pulled away from the crushing embrace to lean backwards, though he was still sprawled all over Fresh’s lap. His head rested against the pillar, and Fresh didn’t move him only because his hood was providing a buffer.

“That's it, just chill,” he crooned, dipping his phalanges under the hem of Gold’s shorts. Magic gathered there, sparking with intensity, but unformed. 

Gold’s hand wrapped around Fresh’s wrist and stopped it from trailing across the surface of it. “I’m fine,” he insisted. Fresh opted to ignore it, or at least appear to ignore it. His glasses, as betraying as ever, gave him away with a SRSLY? 

“So ya don't want it, then?”

He knew just as well as Gold himself did that he never passed up an offer like this. The hand on Fresh’s wrist fell away, only to grip onto the edge of his shorts when he traced the shapeless mass of magic, barely even touching it.

Gold made a soft sound, his head lolling back. Fresh knew his tells, and he most definitely knew this one, so he pulled his hand away, just in time for the magic to solidify, take the shape of Gold’s ecto-body. In line with his namesake, it looked like molten gold, almost yellow in the light, and shining with the barest movement.

Fresh’s grin widened, hand back to run across the malleable surface of his stomach, pushing down just enough to have Gold’s breath stuttering. “That's what I thought.”

The tension was slowly leaving Gold’s form, bit by bit, and his shifting legs around Fresh’s hips were a testament to what he thought of Fresh’s attempt at teasing. “See something you like?”

Gold’s smug look faltered just a bit when Fresh’s softened, and he said, “Yep, I do.”

It took so little to get Gold going; the fact that Fresh had pulled his shorts down earlier was a blessing now. Gold’s cock stood against his stomach, equally as dripping as his entrance. He glanced up at Fresh’s face and almost groaned, hand pushing against his cheek as if to push him away, though with no force.

“Stop taunting me,” he said, referring to the NICE proudly displayed across his brofriend’s glasses.

“I ain’t.”

Before Gold could come up another of his witty remarks, Fresh wrapped one hand around his shaft, and plunged two of his fingers into his entrance. The ecto spread for him, pliant and slick, and so, so warm.

That seemed to shut Gold up — word-wise, anyways. The moan he let out was almost melodic, especially echoing between the pillars. Fresh knew what Gold liked, but he wanted to make him wait for it. Just a little. Not like he had much patience himself, not when presented with such a delicious sight.

His hands moved in slow strokes and shallow thrusts, just enough to rile Gold up and not much else. He wondered how long Gold would be able to hold out, or if he would be the impatient one this time.

Gold bucked into his touches, writhing between the two sensations as he tried to get more. “Oh c’mon, you know I can take you.”

It would seem the answer had been about four whole seconds. Works for him.

“I dunno, can ya?” He crooked his fingers, causing Gold to outright jerk. If his legs weren’t wrapped around his waist, he probably would’ve gotten kicked.

“Funk!”

Grinning, Fresh deemed it enough, and pulled it fingers out and away, wiping the residue on his shirt. “That ain’t very fresh of ya.”

“The only fresh thing about me is gonna be your cock as it rams in me, now c’mon,” Gold demanded, fumbling with the zipper of Fresh’s shorts, only shoving them open enough to wrap his hand around Fresh’s stringing length. Fresh’s breath left him in a gasp, and Gold was looking at him with half-lidded sockets, only making it worse. “Please.”

“How can I say no to that?” Fresh laughed. He batted Gold’s hand away, taking the opportunity to thread their fingers together. He pushed them against the pillar, folding Gold almost in half, and took hold of himself with the other hand.

The tip of his length probed at the entrance, smearing Gold’s slick around more than anything. Gold wiggled, as much as he could in his current position, which wasn’t much. Fresh let him, for a moment, if only to watch the desperate look cross his face, flush high on his cheekbones.

“Please, c’mon, stop teasin’ me, c’mon c’mon, ple—ah!”

Fresh pushed in, Gold’s ecto spreading for him like it was made for it, wrapping around him just tight enough to make his spine tingle. “There ya go.”

Gold’s eyesockets had fallen shut, browbones scrunched up so cutely, and teeth parted just enough for Fresh to take the invitation, lean over, and press his own teeth against them. Fresh’s tongues slipped past Gold’s lips, meeting his own tongue to coax it into play. Gold squeezed his fingers, holding on tight as their hips slotted together. He felt so deliciously full, and Fresh was pressing down against him, trapping his cock between them.

“Yesss,” he drawled, muffled against the other’s tongues. His magic felt strung up already, and Fresh wasn’t even moving yet. Fresh pulled away from the kiss and moved down to his neck, licking along two vertebrae at a time, and every single touch against the exposed joint magic was sending shivers through Gold’s entire body.

Fresh’s free hand, the one not holding Gold’s in its vice, moved from Gold’s iliac crest to his shirt to push it up, above where the ecto stopped and ribs started, and he ran one of his tongues across his teeth.

“Gold,” he said, snapping his hips back and in again, to get Gold’s attention. Not that he didn’t have it already, but he needed his brofriend’s sight for this. “Look down here.”

Gold’s flickering eyelights followed his directions, down to his exposed stomach and… the purple length inside him, looking almost magenta through the sheen of his yellow. Gold’s own cock twitched as Fresh pulled out again, setting a slow pace. Every time he pulled out, an almost unnoticeable trail of purple pre was left inside him, dispersed every time Fresh pushed back in, distending the ecto with its size.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, stars!” Gold moaned, unable to look away. His toes curled, feet pulling Fresh as close as monsterly possible, and he came just like that, stripes of golden residue painting their shirts and drenching Fresh’s lap.

“Well, that was quick,” Fresh chuckled, tone much too soft for the intended teasing jab. He was soaking in every second of Gold’s blissed out expression, the way his half-open eyesockets lacked lights, the way his flush spilled down to his neck, the way he was shaking, all of it. “Y’still up for more?”

Gold, in lieu of an answer, pushed against Fresh’s next thrust.

“A’ight, lemme know when you’ve had enough,” Fresh said, back to holding onto Gold’s hip, the ecto squishing between his fingers.

He sped up, muffling his own little noises into Gold’s neck. His teeth teased the vertebrae, much to Gold’s very vocal delight. Gold met each of his thrusts, with varying degrees of accuracy, but a lot of them seemed to hit exactly where he wanted. His moans and gasps were a testament to that.

“Lookit you… so pretty all worked up,” Fresh whispered, breath still close enough to make Gold shiver.

“Shut up,” Gold slurred back, “Don’t stop, don’t— stars, more, please, please, please!”

His begging, his willingness, was absolutely breathtaking. He was like putty in Fresh’s hold, all his greatness and strength gone for the moment. Fresh could do anything he wanted.

And what he wanted right now was get a hand around Gold’s cock, which meant dragging both their hands down between them and, without unlinking them, wrapping them around the weeping, already-soiled length. Their thumbs circled the other side; he didn’t move them any further, just let Gold fuck himelf through their grip with each and every thrust.

Fresh’s pace stuttered because Gold kept tensing around him, but he kept it up; he was getting close himself, but he wanted to see Gold lose himself once more before he finished. He bit down on the side of Gold’s neck, leaving behind marks that would stay there for days if Gold wished them to.

“Shit, Fresh! Yes!”

That seemed to be Gold’s tipping point, and he spilled between them again, adding to the mess. Fresh bit back another remark about his stamina, but only because Gold’s walls fluttering around him were bringing him ever closer.

He slammed into Gold, their hips clacking together so loud he was surprised it didn’t echo. Once, twice, thrice, was all he managed. He came buried inside Gold as deep as he could, spilling himself into the ever-accomodating ecto-flesh.

He moaned his pleasure into Gold’s neck, and Gold echoed with his own moan. It took more than he was willing to admit to stay upright and not collapse on top of his brofriend.

“There, are you vibin’?”

“I’m vibin’ so hard, Fresh,” Gold muttered, still out of it. That was fine, though, because Gold’s grin was soft and satisfied, and he was looking down at himself. Through his ecto-stomach, they could both see Fresh’s cum, lighter than the purple that dripped out of his entrance. He untangled their hands and reached up to cup Fresh’s skull and pull him into another kiss, a small clink of teeth that was much too tender for what they’d just done.

“Well, how about vibin’ harder back at the crib, huh?”

“Stars, that’d be great.” 

Fresh pulled away, righted his shorts and then pulled Gold’s back up and his shirt back down. There were splatters of yellow all over it, but nothing that wouldn’t dissipate within an hour. Gold tried to stand up, but Fresh had to catch him by the arms when he wobbled.

“You uh, straight?” Gold sent him a deadpan look, and it would’ve been effective, were his eyelights not flickering in and out of focus. “Right. Want me to carry you?”

“Hmm…” Gold drawled, pretending to think, but only so he could lean in and surprise Fresh with another small peck. His glasses betrayed his surprise, proudly showcasing ?!?!, but so did the flush re-appearing on his cheekbones. “Go ahead, bro.”

Fresh grinned and scooped his brofriend up in his arms with surprising lack of effort. See, that had been Gold’s fatal mistake. He was now forced to stay in kissing range, all the way home. 

And Fresh decided they’d take the scenic route.

[ukulelecal]

hiii love, i was thinking maybe a werewolf!calum? maybe where they’re dating and stuff and she doesn’t know that he’s a werewolf but halloween landed on a full moon?? idk i’m just a sucker for werewolf!calum

24 - werewolf

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i got carried away sorry ahahfjka also i don’t know shit about werewolves so apologies if this is hella inaccurate

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you were very excited for halloween. it was one of your favorite holidays, and you simply thrived in the spirit of it all. you tried to make plans with your boyfriend, calum, but he kept saying he was busy. doing what, he wouldn’t say. you knew deep down he wasn’t telling the truth, and if he was refusing to spend halloween with you, you wanted to know why.

halloween night came around, and calum wasn’t answering any of your texts, and it had you a bit worried. if he had plans already, you were okay with that, but you knew calum would text you to tell you. this wasn’t like him. you hated to pry or seem clingy, but at that point, you were concerned that something was wrong.

after some debate, you were in your car on your way to calum’s house.

you hoped and prayed the whole drive there that he wouldn’t be angry at you for showing up unannounced, if he was even home. but you couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that this was more than him being busy or having plans.

you parked in his driveway and knocked on the front door. it appeared that all the lights in the house appeared to be off, the blinds shut. it seemed like he wasn’t home, but you just had to see for yourself. you were worried, and if there was something wrong, you wanted to help.

you received no answer when you knocked on the door, and as much as you hated resorting to it, you pulled out the spare key that calum had given you from your pocket and unlocked the door.

“calum?” you called, a slight shake to your voice. the house was pitch black, not a single light on, which only made your concern grow more.

“shut the door!”

the sharp tone of calum’s voice made you jump slightly, and you quickly pushed the door shut behind you.

“calum?” you called again, carefully trying to feel your way through the dark house. “where are you?”

you could just make out his silhouette in the darkness as he walked towards you, and as he got close, you could see the look of anger on his face.

“what are you doing here?” he sneered. “i told you i couldn’t see you tonight.”

“i was worried, calum. you weren’t telling me anything and then didn’t answer my texts all day today. i just wanted to make sure you were alright, and now i get here and you’re sitting here with all the lights off? what’s going on?” you rambled, exasperated. you could see his expression soften a bit, and he reached for your hands.

“i’m sorry, baby, i know that’s not fair to you. there’s just something i can’t tell you. not right now. i need you to go home, please. i’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” he whispered, giving your hands a squeeze.

“why? why can’t you tell me?” you pleaded. “i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“i’m okay, i promise. but you really need to go right now.”

“no, cal, i-“ you cut yourself off when the look on his face completely changed. he now looked nervous, scurrying away from the beam of moonlight that peaked through the curtains and letting go of your hands. your eyebrows furrowed. “calum?”

“leave. now.”

“calum, what’s wrong?” you pried, heart dropping to the pit of your stomach when calum fell to his knees. you stepped forward, but he backed away.

“get out of here!”

“calum!” you yelled, breathing quickening. you were about to move towards him again, but the inhuman arching of his back and the dark hair starting to grow from his arms had you backing away as a strangled gasp left your lips. you were frozen in your spot, hands trembling.

“i said leave!”

calum looked up at you, face stern and eyes bright yellow.

with that, you ran out.

-

needless to say, you didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. you couldn’t get the image of calum with yellow eyes, snarling at you, out of your head.

your boyfriend was a fucking werewolf.

the next morning, you received a text from calum, asking if he could come over. you were quick to say yes; the thought of seeing him scared you a bit, but you were itching for an explanation.

it wasn’t long before he was knocking on your door. you opened it to find the boyfriend you knew, brown eyes and tan skin, and it looked like he hadn’t slept either, based on the dark circles under his eyes. his eyebrows were drawn together, concern written all over his face.

it was quiet for a moment, both of you just looking at each other, until calum spoke.

“are you alright?” he mumbled, a deep sigh leaving his lips. you nodded softly.

“yeah,” you whispered. “are you?”

“yeah.”

you silently stepped to the side to let him come in, and he reached his hand out for you as he did so.

his heart broke when you flinched away.

you hadn’t meant to, but you were rightfully shaken up and on edge after seeing what you saw the night before.

“hey,” he coaxed. “it’s just me. i’m me. calum.”

it only took another moment for you to throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. you took a deep breath as you reminded yourself he was human, and he snaked his arms around your waist.

“i’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered into the crook of your neck. “for a lot of things.”

you pulled away from the hug, hands moving to cup his cheeks.

“can you explain now?” you whispered in response. he nodded.

“it was a full moon last night,” he began. “i’m able to control shifting normally, but on full moons, i don’t have a choice. if any moon light gets to me, i shift. which is why i had all the blinds shut, and why i said i couldn’t see you. i’m sorry for being harsh and yelling at you, but it was for your own safety. i didn’t want you to get hurt.”

you were silent. what was there to say? you understood, but the fact that your boyfriend was a literal werewolf was a lot to take in.

“and i’m sorry i never told you. i wanted to, i did, but not everyone takes it well, and shit, i like you so, so much. i didn’t want to lose you,” he continued with a sigh. “and if you want to leave now, i...i understand.”

you shook your head, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“no. no, i couldn’t leave you, cal. it’s a bit of a shock, i’ll admit, but i know the real you. and the real you is pretty damn amazing.” a small grin spread across his face, and you couldn’t help but do the same. “i’m not going anywhere.”

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