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senawashere · 7 months

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Let me come home,cause home is wherever when i am with you..

A/n: i am soo in love with this one. It is inspired from the song "Home" by Edith Whiskers.

Bob floyd × fem!reader

Summary: Bringing the newest member of your family home.

Everything felt so unreal. Like a dream.

It was so quiet.

And it was so peaceful.

After everything that happened that morning.

Screamings,cryings,yellings,and tears of joy.

The room was as silent as the color white.

The soft beeping sounds of machines could be heard every few minutes, but other than that, it was a void.

Compared to a few hours ago, it was peaceful now. The sounds of a crying newborn and a suffering mother were gone. Both of them were in a deep sleep, immersed in the world of dreams.

The only things visible when tiredness took over was happiness

However, sleep would have to wait since someone gently started poking your shoulder. You could tell it was Bob from the softness of the hands. His hands felt bare, except for one, due to the rings, and it was a rare and strange sight. Normally, he would even sleep with his rings on, but covering them with placenta and blood was not exactly what he wanted so he took off it and put it on his wallet,right next to your wedding polaroid.

"Baby? Sweetheart? Wake up." There was no softness in his words; he didn't want to alarm you.

As you opened your eyes, you had to squint a few times to sharpen the image. The light was quite dazzling, but it was only because you had just woken up. As always, you first focused on Bob and couldn't help but smile at his sleepy face. You knew that the smile was filled with pride and love.

"Where is he?" Even though Bob was the first thing you saw, this was the first thing on your mind.

Newest member to your little family.

All you could think of was the little bundle of love. Your greatest achievement and your greatest love. Your little birdie - as Bob called him.

Harrison Grant Floyd was born at 2:07 in the morning, weighing 3.48 kilograms. Although the pain from severe blood loss was almost as excruciating as coming out of an armed conflict, if you had to hold Harrison in your arms, you would do it all over again.

Your little birdie was born prematurely,around 4 weeks earlier, so he was smaller than most babies. He was, as both you and Bob accepted, the most delicate and delightful creature you had ever laid eyes on.

He was your creation, the most perfect thing created by both of you.

The moment he was brought to your arms, he immediately calmed down as if by magic and softened his body in your embrace. Bob watched both of you in awe, shedding tears at how strong you both were.

He was in love with both of you.

He never thought he would fall in love with you again but at that moment,he did.

And he didn't thought he would fall in love with someone else rather than you but at that moment,he did.

He was indeed a father.

The little birdie was here, and he was completely in love with him.

He was made for him.

He would give him everything he wanted.

Whenever he needed him, he would be there.

For any broken heart he suffered, he would be there to fix it.

He would always be by his side.

He would always support him.

He was in love with him…

"Sleeping over there." Bob pointed to the warm and cozy incubator that kept the newborn birdie asleep.

"Are you okay?" Wondering why he woke you up, you took his hand in yours.

With a protective stance, he stood over you, and as his forehead began to stick to your forehead, he parted your hair. His other hand was in yours, and you had never felt so safe.

When you caught the tears streaming down your cheeks, you saw the bouquet of happiness fly away as soon as you saw him running away. But he couldn't run away.

He was bound to both of you forever, and it was more than gratitude.

He couldn't leave you and your birdie; he didn't have the strength to do that because he had fallen in love with both of you again.

"Yes, my love. The doctors said we could take him home after tomorrow if we want to, but they recommend keeping him here a little longer. It's up to us." Bob looked at you with love. You couldn't help but gaze into those blue eyes that melted your heart years ago.

"I don't want to risk anything. If it's okay for you, can we keep him here a little longer?" You asked gently.

"Of course, honey. No problem. I just want what's best for him and you, okay?" He bent down to kiss your forehead and answered with a soft murmur before returning to his seat besides your bed.

...

Your dad was a complete mess.

A few hours after you woke up, your parents and Bob's parents came to the hospital to see your newborn birdie, and your mother had taken you into a relentless frenzy—she managed to do so when Bob's mother came and succeeded in getting her away from you.

Your dad had gone straight to the sleeping Harrison and stood at the head of the incubator.

He would sacrifice his life for him.

Probably everyone would.

It didn't take long for him to realize that he had the world in his hands. Harrison cried so loudly that you could swear Bob’s heart split in two—he hated that. Still, Bob came to save him and picked him up from the crib, calming him down with his lullabies.

"That's enough, my birdie. I'm here." He whispered softly, feeling his fatherly instincts kick in.

Then, Harrison was in your dad's arms, gazing at him with innocent eyes, his cries turning into quiet whimpers.

And at that moment, your father was a goner.

"Hey,man. What do you think about being a grandfather?" Bob's father, Bill, patted your father's back, trying to bring him back to reality.

"Wow. We have a birdie in the family now." Your mother commented with tears in her eyes.

"I can't believe I'm a grandmother." Bill’s wife, Tamara, was smiling from ear to ear.

Bob’s mother, Tamara, approached you and Bob with a big happy smile.

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Sarah said, looking at Harrison in Bob's arms.

"He's perfect, just like her mother." Bob replied, exchanging a loving glance with you.

"Don't flatter me Ms.Floyd" you laughed.

....

The next few days were like a dream.

You, Bob, and Harrison spent few days in the hospital room, surrounded by the love and joy of your families. The room was filled with laughter, stories, and the occasional baby talk.

Even the whole squad came for a visit.

Bob’s parents and your parents took turns visiting, bringing gifts and expressing their excitement about the new addition to the family. They all took turns holding Harrsion, marveling at his tiny features and cooing at his cuteness.

As the days passed, Harrison’s health improved, and the doctors were pleased with his progress. The time finally came when they said you could take him home.

Bob swore he couldn't be more happy. You and Harrison being by his side and being happy.

...

Four days later, you could swear that Harrison was almost the size of a watermelon.

Okay, maybe he wasn't that big, but he was growing faster than you'd ever want to admit. He wasn't a chubby baby like both you and Bob were. He was a bundle of sweet little joy.

Last night, you fully realized that your life was about to change indefinitely, and you couldn't be more excited to take your new family home.

Both your families and Bob's had returned to your home to take care of small things for you. For example, your mom had cooked enough lasagna, pies, and curry to last you two weeks, so you and Bob didn't have to worry about cooking dinner yet. His mom had baked plenty of cakes and cleaned the house. Your dad had watered the garden and planted new flowers in pots. They were the greatest support team you could ever ask for.

Bob was currently talking about the adventures he would have with Harrison while dressing him in a blue onesie. First, he would take him home and show him his beautiful blue room and then he was already planning to take him to the base.

He would teach him how to crawl, walk, talk, swim, and run. He even added, "And no breaking hearts" looking at him with a serious face, but Harrison seemed unfazed.

"Bob!" You raised your eyebrows, he was overly protective, but oh, you loved him.

"Don't say that," you laughed to yourself while putting on the hoodie he brought for you. Getting out of that ugly hospital gown and back into your own clothes felt good. Your pregnant leggings fit you perfectly and made you feel strong. Bob couldn't keep his hands off you, so you handed him the task of dressing your son to keep him out of trouble. You were busy preparing the baby travel bag to leave.

"Stop waving your arms like that, sweetheart! Your dad is doing his best, but you're not helping, my love." Bob chattered to your son, who was attempting to put his hands in his mouth. You could already tell he would be curious about everything and anything. Whether alone or as a family, he would love life - you were sure of it.

You smiled as you watched their interaction. The perfect family. Your perfect family.

Collecting the bags, you went over to Bob, who attacked you when he saw you.

"For God's sake, drop these damn bags on the floor right now! Oh, woman, stop doing something and just rest." Bob made you put the bags next to the door, and you chose to join him in his stress.

"First, shut up," you said sternly to him, not liking the idea of him thinking you were helpless just because you gave birth. "And second, would you calm down?" You finally chuckled as you finished dressing your son. How adorable they looked, indescribable. So cute and soft. Just too innocent.

You looked at him with so much love as he looked at your son. You hoped the universe could contain all the love for him,as it wasn't big enough, it was infinite.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Bob sighed, slumping his shoulders slightly.

"Hey, talk to me. What's up?" You asked him, going to him and leaning your head against his chest. Often, near his chest, buried in his neck, even within you, was where she found the most comfort, he would say.

"He's just perfect. I don't want to mess things up," he admitted, holding you closer.

"You can't ruin anything. There's no rule for parenting. As long as you love him, keep him safe, and let him be happy, he'll know you're the best dad. You were born for this. Still, I know you are," you reassured him. You told him that your birdie was watching him. You knew Bob was watching him - how could he not? He was everything to him.

"I'm so glad I found you," Bob thanked you by kissing the top of your head. Whatever the situation, he always knew how to handle it.

Muttering in response, you pulled him a little closer. Both of you, unexpectedly, witnessed your baby boy-wrapped sneeze the quietest sneeze.

The first time.

Many firsts.

Even if he had a wet nose and hands now, this sight made your eyes watery. Harrison looked at both of you, confused about what just happened.

"Bless you!" You laughed at him, wiping him nose and hands on your sweater sleeve.

"Did you just sneeze, sweetheart? Did you do that?" Bob asked rhetorically, with a tired expression on his face. You saw him wipe his arm on his face, clearly being as teary as you were. He saw you looking at him and blushed.

"Shut your mouth." He told you what he had said to himself.

Every moment was so beautiful...

Car ride to home was quite but peaceful.

Fresh flowers filled the air.

A few days ago, when you rushed to the hospital, the house didn't look the same as you left it. Now, it was covered in flowers, cards,ballons and gifts. Notes from everyone,your friends,whole squad,some relatives,bob's frienfs collegues and some other people.

Roses bloomed on the bushes in the garden. Tulips in various colors wrapped in brown paper adorned every inch of your kitchen counter. Lavish vases that looked extravagantly expensive stood in your living and dining rooms. Yet, the only flowers in your bedroom were the ones Bob brought for you. He had taken them this morning before you came home, claiming that he was proud of you and proud to call you his.

The whole house smelled like a botanical garden. This morning, in addition to that, there were the scents of freshly baked pastries your mom had made for you before you came home. Croissants and cakes waited proudly on the kitchen side.

Passing through the front door of your house, you hadn't felt this grateful for being home. Everyone had left; it was just you, Bob, and your baby boy heading home together.

Before leaving, they insisted on all of you spending a few days and nights together. It was crucial for all of you to bond comfortably in the comfort of your own home. The next few days would be tough, but you hoped that being together would help you get through it.

Getting out of the car with Bob carrying the bags, you went to the front door and opened it carefully. After entering, he turned to close the door tightly behind him, but before he could go too far down the hallway, you had to cough to get his attention.

"Did we forget something?" You looked at him as if he were a madman.

"What?" Ethan stared at you in confusion, furrowing his brows until lines appeared on his forehead.

"Maybe our 4-day-old son is behind our car?" You asked him rhetorically, wondering how he could forget so quickly - dad brain.

"Right. Yes. Our son." Bob muttered to himself as he turned to open the front door and went outside to fetch your precious birdie.

"My baby,my baby!" You burst into laughter at his shoutsas he went. He returned with a beaming smile, holding Harrison who was hiding in his car seat, sleeping as peacefully as a bug in a rug.

"Thanks, Mr. Floyd." You teased, thinking how if you had married Joe from high school instead of Bob, you would never have so many gifts and flowers. Or this much love.

Still, you wouldn't want anyone else but him. He was perfect. He was more than enough. In fact, he was more.

"Yeah, what can I say? I'm a damn good dad now!" He inflated his ego, but a swift hit to his upper arm quickly deflated it.

"I'll do more than hit your arm if you curse in front of our son again," you warned, not wanting your son's first word to be a bad one - even if it meant months of silence from him.

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded sternly, grinning at the turn of events, acknowledging your newfound authority. He left the room before getting into more trouble, announcing that he was heading to Harrison's crib in the living room.

You sighed as you looked around the room. Tonight, you didn't want to deal with it, so you turned around, left the room, and followed Bob's footsteps. He had already knelt beside the crib, tucking your precious little birdie under a blanket carefully knitted by Penny.

Bob's mom had knitted a hat and gloves for him to wear outside in the winter. For now, he would sleep safely under your roof until he was ready for the world to see him.

"I want him to be ours forever," you whispered to bob, kneeling beside him and leaning over, bending your knees towards the floor.

"Me too, love." He pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. The two of you watched him, as quiet as he slept.

He was an angel in its truest form.

He was your blessing.

"I love him so much." You told Bob and in return, you received a sigh of contentment.

He was trying so hard to hold back tears, but seeing your little boy sleeping so peacefully, he couldn't be strong enough to withhold the tears.

Then silence enveloped you again.

There was no need for words between you two; both of you knew what you were thinking:

How lucky you both were.

Having each other was a miracle, but having him was another thing entirely. He was everything. All soft and delicate, but even at a few days old, heartbreakingly beautiful. He was everything you and Bob had ever wanted. All the tears, morning sickness, and pains were worth it for this moment - and all the moments after.

"Do you still think he's breathing?" Bob broke the silence, and as you followed him, he did seem to be not breathing.

Though as still as a statue, you could see his tiny chest rising and falling, up and down. His little hands were by hishead, as if he were trying to cheer himself up, and his face was tilted to the side, looking at both of you. Even though he looked lifeless, you could see her efforts.

"Shut your mouth, you're scaring me!" You laughed at his ridiculous comment. Tears of happiness. Tears of relief and joy.

Family life had just begun, and you were so ready for it…

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monzamash · 2 years

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unless you like that — daniel ricciardo

summary – it’s events season and the alcohol is flowing. rating – a whole lotta smut 18+ (sex scene, course language, drinking) pairing – daniel ricciardo x you (female reader) word count – 3.8k of absolute filth a/n – bit of plot but mostly just sex because drunk, flirty danny ric makes me feral. that's it. enjoy the ride. masterlist

All you wanted to do was drag Daniel back to your hotel room, get reacquainted after a couple of torturous weeks of being apart, maybe run a hot bath and enjoy the rest of your night in peace.

In your dreams.

You never really had Daniel for long during the season and because of that, you wanted to make the most of your time actually being in the same country, let alone the same city. But your handsome, social butterfly of a boyfriend had other ideas – ones that didn’t factor in your desire to have him all to yourself.

So good to see ya too, mate.

We’ve gotta catch up next time you’re in LA, man.

Maaaate, long time no see!

How’s ya mum going? Tell her I said hi.

The mum's bloody loved themselves a bit of Daniel Ricciardo.

The long, doting line of people wanting to wish Daniel good luck for next year and praising his strength through adversity while getting a sneaky selfie was never ending. To put it plainly, it was obnoxious but you were used to it now. He was effervescent, charismatic – a big ‘ol magnet to anyone and everyone. You loved him endlessly, admired his ability to smile through the pain even more but all you wanted to do was say goodnight to everyone and leave.

Barely two words were shared before you were whisked off in a car and through the doors of this swanky restaurant – the private function room and bottomless champagne making it less excruciating.

“All I can think about is getting this over and done with so I can come back here and rip this unbelievably beautiful dress off you.”

Those ‘barely two words’ were enough ammunition to last you a couple of hours, holding onto the hope of that promise coming true. But right now you had to try and enjoy the night and put any filthy thoughts you may or may not be having aside for the sake of your own sanity. Smile and wave.

You didn’t know exactly what the party was for but you knew that the McLaren team were the ones throwing it from the obnoxious amount of orange balloons hanging from the ceiling – and that Daniel was obliged to attend. But you would never have guessed that he was there as a contractual obligation the way he floated through the room, saying hello to every last individual, bright smile adorning his face. He made each and every person feel like a million bucks. That’s why they loved him, because he made them feel at ease – like he was one of them.

Daniel didn’t think there was a whole lot for him to be celebrating but he always underestimated how loved he was by McLaren – racing problems aside, he was adored by the staff who were devastated to see him leaving.

And somehow in a room of nearly a hundred people, he knew nearly everyone by name, zeroing in long enough to have them eating out of the palm of his hand.

Your words, not his.

“Could you say hello to my grandson – he loves you.” An older lady asked, phone locked and loaded for the video. God help him if he said no.

“Absolutely.”

Of course he said yes. That was the kind of person Daniel was. Not a people pleaser or a push over – just a genuinely nice guy with more patience than anyone you’d ever known.

After making your way around most of the room, you finally had a second to drink in your man. The freshly steamed, light blue linen shirt was lazily buttoned over his shoulders, leaving a the tiniest bit of chest hair showing for good measure and to tease you, no doubt. He’d gone for his classic black skinny jeans sitting atop a pair of shiny black dress shoes look that you loved and those wild curls that you’d spent hours twirling between your fingers flowed onto his forehead – he looked so fucking good.

His charm and kindness always had you singing his praises and you made sure he knew how wonderful he was, how attractive he was. Your soft whispers of admiration had his heart pumping as he took a sip of his Chateau Margaux red, lips quirked in a smile. “So sexy.”

“Which part of all that was sexy? The bit where I filmed a video for that women’s grandkid? You are an absolute deviant if that’s makin’ ya feel a certain way, my girl.”

Daniel loved to tease, especially when it garnered that kind of reaction. Rolling eyes, flushed cheeks and a gentle shove in the arm. He fucking lived for it.

“No, dickhead.” You scolded under your breath, “Just… you being you. I don’t know what it is.”

You couldn’t put your finger on it but you knew how it made you feel. Seduced.

“Maybe you can figure it out in our hotel room.”

Daniel shrugged with a smirk lining his lips, nonchalantly throwing out the idea as if he hadn’t been plotting a way to leave the party early. Wishing for nothing more than to have you praising his other set of skills, if you catch my drift. Rolling your eyes with flushed cheeks but in a very different context. He was twitching at the thought as his fingertips lightly scratched at the silky material covering your ribs, dragging your body closer to his.

“Don’t tempt me, Ricciardo. All I’ve wanted since the second we got here was to leave so don’t talk a big game if you can’t deliver.” You were whispering in his ear, hoping to spur on those scheming eyes staring back at you.

“When have I not delivered? Just call me FedEx,” He joked, swaggering away from the bar and waving to Lando who had just rocked up with his crew in tow.

“Do we even know what this party’s for?” Lando asked over the loud music blasting through the speakers, taking the smallest step back after he gave us both a hug hello.

Lando looked dapper compared to his usual hoodie and track pants ensemble that he'd wear around the track. He was slightly confused by the overt extravagance he’d walked into but he was always smiling your way, making you feel welcome. You were going to miss his cheekiness and the way he brought out a different side to Daniel. Mischief always seemed to follow those two.

“Probably just a way for McLaren to swing their dick around before the end of the season,” Daniel shrugged, completely oblivious to how crude his comment was. Thankfully Lando was more than used to it now after working so closely with him so you didn’t have to apologise on Daniel’s behalf.

“The wine’s ace though.” He quickly added.

“You would say that,” Lando replied, snickering quietly as he looked over at the bar, “Might actually grab a drink and come back. Want anything?"

Lando looked between you and Daniel as you both shook your heads until he turned away and disappeared into the crowd, “Kid’s not gonna know what hit him next year – being the golden boy isn’t what it’s cracked up to be…”

You nodded and watched Daniel’s eyes following Lando, pensively taking a sip of his wine before sighing and glancing back to you, “What?”

“Nothing,” You tutted, “It’s funny how much you care about him now after how rocky the relationship was in the beginning. I love that he’s softened you a little bit, made you less of a prick.” You winked.

The insincere insult tacked onto the end made Daniel’s thick eyebrows rise with faux hurt, an exaggerated gasp masterfully added for emphasis, “Me? A prick? I wouldn’t reckon a prick snags a girl like you.”

You watched as Daniel sculled the rest of his wine, a devilish smirk hiding behind the large glass, “No chance. Unless you like that.”

“I don’t hate it.”

Daniel's laugh was dark as he took a step forward, lessening the gap between the two of you before reaching up and brushing your hair over your shoulder, “Now you’re tempting me and that’s not fair.” He whispered into your ear, carefully placing his empty glass on the table beside you.

“Nothings really fair though, is it? You having to be here instead of buried deep inside me, fucking me until I –”

“The bar line’s a fucking ‘mare,” Lando loudly interrupted and caused you to jump back from Daniel’s side. You steadied yourself on his hip for balance as you watched Lando plot his next move.

“Oh, there’s Charlotte – she’ll have an in!”

You and Daniel politely nodded again while he shot off in the other direction, and the two of you shifted away from the middle of the room, out of view of prying eyes and into a private nook. Daniel was quick to pin you up against the wall, large hand pressing into your hip as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. He could see right through you.

“Don’t give me that look,” He growled, eyes narrowed. “Look at what you do to me.”

His whispered words and flickering eyes encouraged your hands that were playing with his slightly parted shirt to travel further south, fingertips tracing over his dark denim jeans that were a lot tighter than when he first got here. Almost too tight.

“You are fuckin’ cruel, sweetheart.”

The painfully hard outline pressing against your palm intoxicated your already foggy mind, mouth watering. You could feel your thighs magnetically pulling together as his thumb flicked the dimple in your chin, forcing you to look into his dark, misty eyes that were watching your every move.

"Want me to do something about it?" It was a bold question to ask, a dangerous one, even when you noticed his eyes change colour. They were blacker than the night sky now.

Daniel was exasperated, anguished by the question as he smiled and dipped his forehead onto yours. The answer was obviously “abso-fucking-lutely, get down on your knees and show me you love me” but he knew better. And so did you. Still, the warm puff of air from his laugh still sent surging chills down your arched spine, needy for his touch.

“I hate sayin’ no to you,” He rasped and closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, “Especially when I know how fucking good you feel but no. You can't.”

You dryly chuckled and brushed your hands over his puffed out chest, “Must be absolute torture, my boy. Thankfully I can hide how I’m feeling – you? Not so much.” You replied with gritted teeth and a shrug, smirk dancing on your lips.

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ in for it later, mate.” He playfully retorted before pulling himself from your grasp and leaving you with what he thought was a threat, but what you took as a promise you hoped to God he would keep. You were soaked. to. the. core.

The expensive champagne continued to flow freely for hours and several glasses of wine later had you and Daniel fumbling around at your hotel room door, unsure whether you’d arrived at the right number and having absolutely no idea where the key card you barely remembered giving him had gone. It also didn’t help that Daniel’s lips hadn’t left the crook of your neck while you dug through your clutch, his fingers inching closer to danger with every passing second.

“Lemme see your pockets,” You huffed and shoved your hand into his jeans pocket, causing a loud shriek to slip from his lips.

“You’re just tryin’ to touch my dick!” He shouted, louder than he expected and definitely louder than you accepted as appropriate, even in your drunken stupor, "You can if ya want."

“Shuuuush!” You hissed, trying not to laugh as Daniel gazed up at the ceiling and reached into his back pocket, searching until his eyes lit up with excitement. “Ah-huh!”

“Thank god – now hurry up and fuck me please!” You whisper-yelled, praying for the sweet sound of a door unlocking.

“Alright, ya horn-bag. Give me a sec- ond… Shit!” Daniel paused and looked back at you with wide eyes, “Wrong room.”

You could faintly hear the sound of footsteps behind the large door in front your shocked face. Before you could even muster a response to his mortifying revelation, Daniel had you in his grasp, dragging you down the hallway, panting and hoping he had a plan. He always did.

“Room 1001 – not 1011,” He coughed through his laughter, hovering the keycard over the lock and finally revealing the room we’d left nearly 5 hours ago, “Home sweet home.”

“Shut up,” You mumbled, throwing your arms over his shoulders and jumping into his embrace. Daniel groaned at your sudden burst of energy and hoisted you up on his waist, mouths instantly attached and desperately trying to defy physics.

Your vision was blurry when you pulled away for air, lips still touching, noses knocking and your hands still roaming the expanse of Daniel’s broad shoulders. You could feel him moving you further into the room that was spinning, the ceiling fan still whirring above your head. That was the first thing you saw when you landed on the messy hotel bed and left for dead by Daniel who was chuckling at the foot, watching you lay back in defeat.

“I’m stupidly drunk.” You huffed.

Daniel nodded as you looked up at him through hooded eyes, “So, so drunk.”

“Not that drunk.”

Your pointed finger and wiggling eyebrows told him exactly what you were referring to, lip bite and dark eyes forever selling you out.

“Take off your pants.” You ordered.

Daniel’s grin dropped into a smirk as you propped yourself up on your elbows, encouraging your boyfriend to give you a little show. Tipsy or not, Daniel knew what you wanted and he’d move heaven and earth to give you whatever you asked for. A heat rushed across his chest as he gazed down at you, undressing for him. The silky satin dress slipped off a lot easier than it went on, a detail not going unnoticed by Daniel who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, moaning at the sight of your white lacy thong that you knew he loved.

“Killing me.”

“You love it, baby.”

“I live for it.”

The banter was hot, if not hotter than the actual sex. Foreplay was your forte but you weren’t in a ‘building a narrative’ kind of mood. It was primitive now – the primal need for a release outweighing the desire to fuck around with each other. That was the kind of fun best saved for the morning. You were already looking forward to that.

“Look how wet I am for you, Danny.”

Daniel growled as he kicked his jeans off, boxer briefs attached as they flung across the room, discarded with his wrinkled linen shirt. He stood for a moment – naked, painfully hard and begging to be touched before crawling up onto the California king. You could feel him throbbing as he brushed up on your inner thigh, legs open and wrapped around his waist in a matter of seconds. Lips attached again, frenziedly needing for more.

“Give it to me.” You pathetically pled.

“I wanna taste first.”

You resented his love for you in that moment. Resented that he wanted to indulge in what you had to offer, when all you wanted was the main course. The sharp huff that slipped from your lips made Daniel chuckle into your inner thigh, sloppy kisses followed by tiny nibbles, undeniably revving you up but also making the pout on your face that much more noticeable.

“You’re sexy even when you’re mad,” He almost slurred, closing the gap between you and his indescribably proficient tongue. Hot breath fanning over what you could only imagine was your glistening pussy. Ready for him to enjoy. Fuck.

“You are a fucking drug. A sweet, delicious drug that'll be the death of me.”

Daniel hummed before flattening his tongue against you, loving eyes locked on yours before your head tilted back, throat barely squeaking out a moan. He lapped and lapped and lapped away at you, paying close attention to the way you curled up when the tip of his nose slipped over your clit, your moan changing in pitch. He was always in heaven devouring you like this, until he was somewhat satisfied. He wasn’t selfish and he knew what you wanted, even if he could’ve stayed like that until the sun came up. Feasting.

“Daniel, please.”

“Full naming me when I just wanna make you feel good is mean, baby.”

Daniel was playing. And you were teasing. He loved hearing you moan his whole name – his mind reeling back to the time you screamed out his full name as you came, subsequently rushing him to his own finish line. Exploding.

“I wanna cum around your cock. That’s all I want,” You sighed and finally opened your eyes, clutching and admiring at the sprinkling of chest hair. Daniel was drunk, but not drunk enough to not realise how lucky he was to have you spread out beneath him, pleading for him to fuck you into another dimension.

“Your wish is my… demand? Command? Your wish is my something,” Daniel couldn’t quite find the saying in the midst of his excitement, and you couldn't hold back the fit of laughter as you threw your head into the pillows.

“Smooth, Ricciardo,” You giggled as you felt his slick tip teasing your hole, fists clenched beside your head and a smirk the size of the equator on his face.

“Well how does it go then, smarty pants?” Daniel nodded his head and gently sank into you, revelling in the feeling of you engulfing every inch he had to give while he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head, waiting for your answer.

“I –” You stammered, adjusting and sucking in a sharp breath, “I have no… No idea, and I don’t… fucking care.”

Daniel chuckled as his wispy curls fell into his eyes, watching you lick your lips and gather yourself. You were blurry in his vision, the alcohol now really pumping through his veins as he gripped your hips in his large hands, palms perspiring and brows following suit. Your fingertips trailed from his chest down to his pelvis, skin hot to the touch and tattoos glistening from sheen of sweat covering his perfect body.

“Fuck me just like that… Oh my god.” You snapped open your lust filled eyes – blazing flames erupting in Daniel’s as they caught yours.

“Feels fuckin’ good, ey.”

It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyway.

Daniel was huffing and puffing as your lips tried to find his, hands cradling his slacked jaw. Drunken sloppy sex was one of your favourite genres and it’d been a hot minute since you’d found yourselves with the taste of red wine still lingering on your tongues, fucking like animals. He was thrusting hard until he noticed your hand crawl down to where your bodies met, the delicate touch slowing his movements and capturing his undivided attention.

“Oi,” Daniel breathed and sat back on his knees, still warming in your tight pussy. Your eyebrows quirked with intrigue and a small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as he grabbed your hand and guided it up to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. Fanning the flames deep inside.

His tongue swiped across your soft fingertips, making sure each one was dripping wet with spit before sliding them back down between your trembling thighs, “Bet that feels better, huh?”

“Mm-hmm. Much better,” You managed to moan out as he wrapped his arm around your lower back and angled your hips up to his cock, watching himself slowly slide in and out while you circled your clit, edging yourself closer with every touch.

Daniel picking up the pace meant he wasn’t far from his high, the tell tale signs were consistent and always a dead giveaway. The flush of red creeping up his neck and veins bulging under his taut skin was the first sign. Filthy words whispered into your ear was the second and grunts vibrating in his chest as his focus was pulled to you and only you were one of the final ones before he couldn’t hold on any longer.

But he never left you high and dry. Not in a million fucking years.

"Right fucking there, Danny!" You shouted, oblivious to your screams almost certainly alerting the neighbouring room. Even if you were conscious of the volume of your voice, you couldn’t have cared less. Your man was putting on a show and you’d be damned if you didn’t make sure he knew how good he was giving it to you.

"I'm right there..."

"Cum all over my cock, beautiful."

You squealed into the pillow you’d been gripping, scrunching your nose at how fucking good he felt filling you to the brim. Daniel eased your thrashing body through the shockwaves, making sure you felt every last writhe of pleasure – every nerve set alight by the fire burning in your stomach as that perfectly tied knot quickly unravelled. He was holding on for dear life, cursing how tight you felt coming around his aching cock.

"I need to see your face, baby. Look at me."

Daniel’s raspy voice snapped you back to reality as your hips rocked violently against his. That and your blown-out pupils boring into his was enough to send him tumbling over the edge, unloading everything he had and more.

Daniel clutched your shuddering thighs with his searing fingertips as he bucked one, two, three times and placed one of his shaky palms against the hotel wall, trying to catch his breath as he filled you up. Your eyes were lazily shut, slowly regaining some semblance of consciousness and clawing at the skin on Daniel’s abdomen – attempting to soothe him through his high. Selfishly, you were too caught up in your own that you’d forgotten he was even still there. You'd make up for that later.

For now, you were in bliss. Laboured breathing filled the comfortable silence as you searched for one another, floating back down to the real world.

"Come back to me," Daniel teased quietly as a sly grin swept across your face, eyes closed and skin still tingling from his hot touch. He fell beside you and rolled off the bed in search of something, anything to clean up the mess you’d made together.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven," You whispered back, earning a hoarse chuckle in return. Daniel looked like a mirage on a hot summers day when you opened your eyes and watched him exit the en suite, tissue box in hand.

"What a review."

Proudly boasting after sex was a regular occurrence with Daniel and you loved it; encouraged it even. He chucked the tissue away and practically tripped back into bed, still tipsy and feeling the full effects now that he wasn't under your intoxicating spell. At least for now, anyway.

He flicked off the lamp and sent the room into complete darkness before you felt his warm arm snaking around your naked waist, pulling you into his pounding chest. You were exhausted and almost numb from the long night but satisfied above all else. Thirst well and truly quenched.

You could always rely on Danny for that.

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hangeswif3 · 8 months

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PLEASE PART 2 OF RINDOS PREGNANT WIFE 🙏

Nerve wreck

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x pregnant!reader

Warning: pregnancy, strong language, the Haitani brothers are a warning by themselves.

Note: a bit more lore into pregnant!reader and Rin. My bf and I just broke up so this might be either good or bad.

U know the drill, English is not my first language so pls be nice. I love u all and thank u for reading, x.

You were walking around the house, cleaning a little bit. Trying to stay active was kinda difficult when every time you did something Rindou insisted on you resting. You didn’t complain though, you were being so spoiled that every time you wanted something he would run and get it for you.

It had been 3 weeks since the incident with his “co-workers.” You had had a big conversation about that, but ultimately you weren’t opposed to meet the people he spends most of his time with, you knew they were dangerous but so was your boyfriend, and he could keep you safe. Now he was out again, it was already nighttime but you couldn’t sleep so you got up and started to clean a little and move stuff around.

You were carrying a lamp around trying to figure out were to put it when you felt an excruciating pain in your belly, it was so strong that made you drop the lamp and cause it to shatter on the floor. You grabbed your belly and sat down, trying to breathe. 10 minutes passed when you felt the pain again, something wasn’t right.

You reached for your phone as you could and try to dial your boyfriend’s number. The pain was so strong that was causing you to have trouble breathing.

Rindou was in the car with Sanzu and Ran, Mikey had instructed them to follow around some gang members all day, to try and get some more information on their plans.

“Man, this idiots are dumb as fuck if they don’t know by now they’re being followed.” Said Sanzu, clearly annoyed by the task. “It’s not like we’re the most discreet fucking people.”

It was true though, they weren’t even trying to be discreet. They just wanted an excuse to kill them and get this over with.

But to be fair, the men were pretty stupid.

Ran was telling Sanzu how it would be better if he didn’t have bright pink hair, but Rindou just zoned out for a moment, his phone was vibrating in his pocket and he really had no idea who might be. The only people that called him to his personal phone were you and Ran, and half of those people were with him right now.

He couldn’t help the weird feeling in his chest when he saw your name on the screen, you never called him when he was working. So it had to be an emergency.

Without a second thought he responded.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing he said, earning Ran’s attention, who shushed Sanzu and stared at his brother to try and understand what was going on.

“No, I… agh… the baby…” you said, barely able to talk. “There’s something wrong, Rin.”

“I…it’s okay… I’ll be there” Rindou wasn’t finding his words. He was feeling the most scared he had ever felt in his life. “We’ll be there.”

He looked at his brother, and his look of utter panic made him realize what was happening.

It was you.

“Stop the car.” Ran said, and Sanzu did it without a word, sensing the tension.

“Rindou, I’m scared.” You said almost crying.

“I-I’ll be there.” Stuttered Rindou, he could feel his heart pounding and his voice shaking.

Ran was noticing how scared his brother was, he was listening to the conversation so he grabbed the phone.

“Hey princess, it’s me.” He said with the calmest voice he could find.

“R-Ran?”

“The one and only” he said smiling “now, I know you’re scared but everything’s gonna be okay, alright? I need you to breathe for me and be ready at the front door okay? We’ll be there in 5.”

“O-okay, in 5” you repeated, trying to breathe.

“Yes, good girl. See you in a bit” was all he said before hanging up.

Ran turned to his brother.

“Man, you have to calm down.” He said serious.

“We have to go, I’ll drive.” Rindou said, trying to get out of the car.

“Hell no, you’re gonna kill us all.” Sanzu said from the drivers seat. “I’ll drive.”

He looked at Ran from the mirror and he only nodded, signaling Sanzu to start driving.

Sanzu remembered very well the was to Rindou’s girl’s house. He was driving as fast as he could (which was very fast for Sanzu), ignoring all the traffic signs and earning a bunch of honks and insults from other drivers. He was a surprisingly good driver.

The arrived at the house in a time record. Rindou got out of the car immediately and went to get you.

You were waiting at the front door, like Ran said. You were sitting on the floor holding your belly. You were crying but trying to appear brave.

Rindou tried his best to look calm for you. He helped you get up carefully and led you to the car.

“Are you okay?” He asked, once you were sitting by Ran.

“Y-yeah, I’m good.” You said, wincing from the pain.

“Let’s go” Rindou said and Sanzu started to drive as fast as he could but trying to be more careful.

Sanzu looked concentrated, for once, he wasn’t playing around.

The whole way to the hospital Rindou was trying to calm you down (and calm himself down as well) by giving you words of affirmation and rubbing your belly.

You arrived at the hospital and Ran was the first to get out, running to get a wheelchair. Rindou helped you get out of the car and get inside.

“She’s almost seven months pregnant, and is in a lot pf pain.” Rindou said hurriedly to the lady at the front desk.

A nurse quickly got you into a room to get checked out. Rindou was with you the whole time, holding your hand. By now you were fully crying, you were so scared.

“Well, let’s listen to the heart.” The doctor said, placing the medical instrument in your belly and listening carefully. “Sounds like everything’s okay here.” He said.

He ran some tests and finally got the ultrasound machine to take a look of the baby.

You were still holding Rindou’s hand, you were calmer now, but still nervous.

“Looks like everything’s okay with your baby.” He said.

Both you and Rindou seemed to be able to breathe once again. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“So, everything’s okay?” Rindou asked.

“Yes, the pain she was experiencing are regular cramps. Many pregnant woman feel them through their pregnancies, but looks like your little girl is nice and healthy.” The doctor said.

“Girl?” You asked.

“Oh, you didn’t know?”

“We decided to wait but, you’re telling us we’re having a girl?” You said, laughing and crying at the same time.

“Im so sorry” said the doctor “but congratulations. I’ll leave you too alone now”

When the doctor left you and Rindou looked at each other.

“I guess we’re having a girl.” He said.

“Yeah, I guess we are.”

He smiled and kissed you.

Rindou left you in the room so you could change and he could tell Ran that everything was okay.

“Im having a girl.” Was the first thing he said to him.

Ran immediately knew that everything was fine.

“Hell yeah, I knew it!” He said before Rindou started explaining everything that happened.

Sanzu, who had been sitting by himself in the waiting room, finally decided to approach them.

“So, is she okay?” He said, trying to look like he wasn’t worried.

Rindou looked at him, surprised.

“Yeah, she’s okay.” He said, and Sanzu nodded. “Thank you for the, uh, ride.”

“Yeah, don’t even mention it.”

Both men stayed quiet for a while. Until you came out of the room, going directly to Sanzu.

“Thank you for everything, mister Haruchiyo.” You said, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

Sanzu stayed still, his face turning pink. Ran laughed at him while Rindou rolled his eyes, you took your boyfriends hand and walked to the front door.

“Our girl’s gonna have an amazing family.” You said, smiling.

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fluffysucker · 1 year

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1. So instead, I watch you leave.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

A/N: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.

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Sitting on the couch, staring into nothingness, your mind was somewhere else. A torturing place Thoughts were running wildly in a very dark corner.

You turned your head once you heard the footsteps down the stairs. Holding the last of his stuff in the bag, it was your husband. Ex-husband.

You wanted to break down, scream, and cry. But you knew it was not in vain. You didn't do it before, and you weren't going to do it today. Today put everything into perspective. It became real.

You shared eye contact. There were no words to say, but so many were left unspoken. You could only hope your eyes weren't mirroring the excruciating pain you were feeling.

Because his eyes were showing nothing. The steel blue that once was your safe place, your home, was now haunting you. They were always filled with warmth and calm for you. Now, they were empty. You wished he could have talked to you, shared what was going on

He was the first to break the contact as he moved towards the door. You let out a tired breath and got up to follow him.

"See you next weekend." His neutral voice almost made you fall to the floor. How could he be so calm while you were falling apart?

You nodded, not finding it in yourself to speak. He was about to leave.

"You can call me if you need or want anything. Anytime." He turned to you with his hand still on the doorknob.

You found his offer ironic. He was leaving, but somehow, he still cared. This time, you didn't trust your voice to reply, settling for a nod with a small smile.

He took one last look at you before turning around and leaving. He left you.

You rested your head on the door, fighting to keep the tears at bay. It was much more painful than you ever anticipated.

You collected every bit of yourself you could, sniffing the tears and sobs out so you could assume your role.

You made sure you looked fine before moving upstairs to your children's room. It was sleep time.

"Hey babies." You played the cheerful tone in your voice to perfection.

Both of them turned to you, and your act almost cracked. The sad look in their eyes wasn't something you ever wanted to see.

"Mommy, did Daddy leave?" Your six-year-old daughter, Lily, almost whispered, afraid that if she said it out loud, it would be true.

But it was true. He chose to say his goodbyes to the kids earlier, before their bedtime. Because, in his words, it would be easier, and it was even a goodbye. He wasn't leaving the kids.

"Yes, baby. But he will call you first thing in the morning." You tucked your daughter into bed. He did promise he would make up for missing the morning routine by calling at breakfast time.

"Mommy." Your four-year-old son, Theo, called for you as you moved to his bed this time.

"Does Daddy not love us anymore?" His question was also a whisper. But it didn't miss you, and it broke your already broken heart.

It's been weeks of trying to tell the kids that their father and your breakup had nothing to do with them. It was something that had to be done. And you have been putting extra effort into reminding them that their parents would never love them any less. Mommy and Daddy not living together anymore would never mean they didn't love them endlessly. But it seemed your efforts weren't enough.

"No, baby, never. Daddy loves both of you the most." He doesn't love me anymore, you said in your head.

"He loves you so much. He will keep calling, and you will spend the weekend together. He will come by anytime you want him. He will always be there for you." You were starting to get his offer before he left. He meant the kids. Of course, he was talking about the kids.

You couldn't find anything else to tell them. You knew this was going to be hard on them, too. You were putting all your strength into making it the tiniest bit easier. You kissed both of their cheeks before leaving the room.

You closed their bedroom door, and the act fell. You were exhausted, but you didn't leave yourself to the pain. You moved around the house, doing errands and finishing stuff you usually did, but you didn't do today because you spent half of your day at the lawyer's office. You were trying to keep yourself busy, but there is only so much you can do at this late hour of the night.

You checked to see to the kids were sleeping safe and sound in their beds, then went to your room. Suddenly, the room felt so big and so cold. You saw your phone buzzing on the bedside table. It was messages from the group text you have with Natasha and Sharon, your two bestfriends. You forgot to text them the whole day, so their worry was showing.

You replied that you did finish all the papers, and he left. You said that you were fine. The decision was mutual, so you were doing okay. There's no need for them to come hijack you or stay the night.

You left your phone and moved to the bathroom to do your nightly routine. You stood in front of the mirror. And you could see it all. The shell of the woman you were lately You tried not to think about it, but the spots where his stuff used to be were an awful reminder.

As you were finishing up your skincare, the shining diamond caught your eye. You have been wearing it for long enough that you stopped noticing it. it was part of you. Not tonight. You looked at the ring that meant so much to you. That you wore with pride. Now, it almost felt like a drowning weight.

You knew it was the right call. You had to do it, so you took it off. And that was your white flag. You gave up.

Gates of tears were opened, and you couldn't stop them. Sobs wreaking your body. You could feel the pain taking over your body. You got divorced. You were divorced from the man you thought was your forever.

And the worst part was that you didn't know why. He never gave you a good reason. You even wished there was someone else. Someone else he loved more than you Maybe then the pain would make sense. But there wasn't. He swears there wasn't one. You needed any explanation. Any rod to hold your pain. He only said he wasn't comfortable anymore.

What happened?. Why now?. What broke between you? What have you done? Were you not a good wife? Were you not good enough? Had he ever loved you? Was the ladies man really never capable of changing? Should you never believed him? Were you only a burden for him?

More questions you didn't ask but desperately needed answers for.

You tried so hard to understand what was happening. You noticed right away the shift in his demeanor. You could see him shutting you away. A method he followed after he got out of the army, when his thoughts became too loud, he would close on himself. You thought you had managed to break the habit. Turned out you didn't.

knowing him wrecked every part of your existence. It was the best thing and the worst thing ever happened you. You wished he could do something but you could only watch him leave.

Your sobs weren't getting any slower. You had been keeping everything inside for too long. Afraid you would wake the kids, you got into the shower and let the water run.

You couldn't even stand. You sat on the floor of the shower, letting the water wash you. Maybe it could ease the aching in your heart. It didn't. Nothing would. You loved him so much that you knew you would never get over this. You loved him too much to let him stay when he didn't want to, despite how much you needed him.

Heart-wrenching cries were leaving your mouth, and you couldn't control them. You felt like you would pass out from the pain. Everything was hurting.

This was the aftermath of loving Bucky Barnes.

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yutahoes · 1 year

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Polarity

Chapter Twelve

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characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 4.6k words

chapter genre: smut, fluff, angst

chapter warning: oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, loss of virginity, language, blood, mentions of death, making-out, lots of kissing, knife, lots of blood

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“Yes!”

“Yes! Yuta."

You screamed, fingers tightly clasping the bedsheet as your body shook in its orgasm for the third time tonight. “That’s so good.” His tongue kept on lapping you up, sucking the juices you released from your core in the dirtiest way possible.

When he said that he won’t be letting you walk for weeks, he did mean it.

In just two days, you saw how the wound healed as if he put something magical on it. There are even traces of blood left on the floor of his receiving area but the wound on his waist is completely gone. And who were you to decline when he asked you to come and see him in the penthouse? Your outfit was sexy, the red lace lingerie feeling uncomfortable but you still wore it for him. Imagine your disappointment when he just removed it from you.

But that was quickly replaced with pleasure that you never thought you would feel again. You are so wet and you feel sticky with your juice and sweat combined yet Yuta was indulging you like you’re the first meal he had for days. It feels surreal. You never thought sex would be this good. But maybe it’s because it’s with Yuta. Maybe because it’s with a person you love. Will every day be like this in the future?

His question - statement, rather - from before haunted you. This will happen a lot if you marry Yuta. The sexual encounters, all the kisses, the hugging, and the assurance that someone cares for you and loves you. It was all good things. But are you willing to sacrifice your safety for him? Are you willing to wait for his call whenever he’s away just to know if he’s alive? Are you willing to risk your life in danger just to be called a mafia boss’ wife?

All the thoughts in your head distracted you from the actual thing you were doing. You didn’t realize Yuta had already taken off his pants if not for his question, “Do you really want to do it?” It’s scary but how will you know if you don’t try? “I love you,” Yuta whispered, leaning in so that your bodies are closer to each other. His fingers thread on your fingers as he places soft kisses on your lips. “Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” You nodded, bracing yourself for an excruciating pain that they always associate with first-time sex.

You closed your eyes, feeling the tip of his cock enter you. Your fingers clenched too tight on his as a breathy moan escaped your lips. It isn’t as painful as you thought it would be but it’s a little uncomfortable. A feeling of something foreign entering you. “Are you alright?” He whispered and you hummed in response. This isn’t just his fingers or tongue anymore. Your virginity is really already taken by Yuta Nakamoto.

The man you used to have erotic dreams with. The man who you fantasize about for so long. The man who makes your heart beat and drop in your chest. It probably doesn’t hurt because you trust him. Because you also want this, so bad.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. “I love you,” He whispered. The man who you love saying the same words you wanted to tell him. “I love you so much,” He repeated. "Can I move?" You nodded, nuzzling your face on his neck as he kept his thrusts steady. He pushed into you slow and deep that you can feel him filling you up.

Sophie said it will hurt but you didn't even feel any pain or discomfort. Is it normal to feel this pleasurable even if it's your first time? His lips release curses as if it's prayers, whispering your name and how amazing you feel that made you embarrassed. He kept on jerking inside you, deep each time he pushed in. Your fingers claw the bedsheet when you feel that familiar knotting in your stomach.

The fourth time tonight. Something might be wrong with you.

"Yuta," you called, breathing against his ear. "Yuta." You can feel your insides clenching on him as he slows down his actions, groans escaping his lips. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead and along his bare body that deemed it impossible to claw his skin.

Your senses were overwhelmed: the contrast of his warm body and cold sweat on your fingertips, the scent of his sweat, the low moans he kept muttering, the taste of his lips as he kissed you softly, and the image of his scrunched eyebrows. When you let go of the orgasm, you only felt him deeper - if that was even possible.

"Fuck," he cursed before pulling out of you, letting the cum mess up the bedsheet. "That was so good," he whispered, breathlessly as he leaned closer to you. You answered with a hum, it is. "Did you come?" You were startled at the question. Why does he have to ask that? "Did you at least enjoy it?"

"I did," you claimed while giggling. "I think I enjoyed it too much."

He gave a breath of relief, “I thought I’m the only one who liked it. I’m scared I might be pushing you too much.” How can Yuta be this adorable? This is way different than his image of being a ruthless mafia boss. Who would have thought that the mafia boss is such a gentle lover? “I’ll prepare the bath so we can clean up.”

He stood by the edge of the bed in his naked glory. The lights from outside the window illuminated his immaculate silhouette.

He looks like a God.

How in the world did you manage to be in the presence of a God? “Yuta, wait.” A God-like man who was staring at you with his large, sparkling, brown eyes. “About your question,” He sat on the edge of the bed, facing you. “I’m sorry if I can’t give you a proper response. I feel like everything is just so fast.”

Yuta shook his head, smiling warmly. “I’m sorry,” He whispered that made you wide-eyed. Why is he apologizing to you? “I’m sorry for putting you under pressure with that question. I was impulsive.” He held your cheek. “You don’t have to give me an answer right away but please know that my intentions to you are clear.” He held your hand, kissing the back of your palm. “I want to be with you. I want to marry you.” He then kissed your palm.

The warmth of his lips and the intimacy of what he was doing made your heart crazily beat inside your chest. “This isn’t just a short-term fling or sexual attraction so if I make you uncomfortable with all of this…”

You smiled before placing a finger on his lips, “I feel fine. I’m not that fragile, you know.” Yuta grinned, kissing your finger. “And I enjoyed it.” A giggle escaped your lips, you sounded like a whore.

“Then Y/N,” Yuta started, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Can I ask you to be my girlfriend, officially?”

Your smile was wide, heart thumping crazy hard in your chest. You feel like dying. But this is an amazing way to die. “I thought you'd never ask.” The way he hugged you, tight in his arms, felt so right.

You didn’t know being a mafia boss’ girlfriend would make you this ecstatic.

And it didn’t disappoint.

Although Yuta isn’t always around - for some of his dealings abroad or talks with other mafia group leaders - he never once made you feel lonely. He would always send you gifts or even send Mark to get you flowers from the shop you work in. Whenever you meet though, he would bring you to lavish private restaurants and spoil you endlessly in posh boutiques.

Whenever time is limited, he would just borrow you as a break and hug you in his car. His strong hands caress your back as his lips send butterfly kisses on your neck. You can feel him getting hard from the way you were seated on his lap but Yuta would never push you to anything. “I want to make love to you,” he would often say in his breathy voice. “I want you shaking under me, not give you some sloppy sex in the backseat of the car.”

But you’re fine either way

“Let me anticipate that moment, love. I want the waiting to be all worth it.” You grinned. You wanted to swoon at his words.

Dating a mafia boss isn’t that bad.

—---

“Do you have work today?” You muttered a soft no followed by the reason that Sophie is out of the country and she asked you not to open the flower shop so she can relax. It was a funny reason but you bought it. It was your chance to relax. Now, you’re just bored at home. “Good. I’ll ask Mark to pick you up.”

“Are we going somewhere?” You transferred the phone to your other ear, entering your room to fix your things. Should you wear something comfortable today? Do you have to pack some clothes?

“No,” he answered which made you stop. “I’m at home and I’m leaving for Italy later tonight.” Oh. Another trip. Another limited time for the two of you. “I want to hug you.” You smiled. He’s totally swoon-worthy.

It wasn't even half an hour when Mark was already knocking on your door. He’s wearing his glasses once again, a boyish charm exuding from the younger guy. Yuta supplied that Mark doesn’t know the penthouse so you weren’t surprised when he drove you to the mansion. “Is Momo home?” You asked but he shook his head, claiming that she was at school. You didn’t know Momo goes to school. “I’ll pick her up later but I don’t think hyung will let you come.”

“Why not?” You were disappointed, you wanted to see Momo in her school uniform.

“Hyung is spending time with you. And it’s his rule not to bother that time with you.” Wait, there’s a rule about that? Yuta and his rules.

“Yuta and I can pick up Momo from school.”

Mark shook his head, “That’s dangerous.” Of course. Although you’ve seen Yuta with Momo often, the only time you saw them together publicly is at the amusement park. And it was a painful memory that no one wants to happen again. Maybe that’s why he’s cautious about them going outside. About you, being seen outside with him.

“Mark, how long have you known Yuta?” It was a question bugging your mind. Yuta did call Mark his left-hand man and knowing the history of their relationship, you wondered how a man as quiet as Mark would get involved in the mafia in the first place.

There was a faint smile on his lips, “I grew up knowing him.” Really? That long? “My sister and his brother are childhood friends.” Oh. And maybe, that’s how they fell in love.

“Then you must have known his parents?”

He nodded. “Everyone knows his parents.” You pouted, you don’t. “His dad is a true mafia boss, scary and strict. His mom is the opposite,” The side of your lips curled up which turned into a frown when he continued, “She’s always sick. Always in and out of the hospital.” Cancer. You heard that from Mama. How his mother died in the hospital without her husband.

“How about his brother?”

“Hyung’s brother is like their father. It isn’t a surprise that when the elder retired, he handed the mafia group to him.” You nodded. If he’s still alive, the mafia group wouldn’t even be like this. Lexi might be right, it all changed when Yuta took over. “Did Yuta hyung say something about the future of the Nakamoto group?” Mark asked as he swerved to the left to enter the pathway where the mansion is. “He hates being the boss but he has to do it for the sake of the young lady. I’m scared their hard-earned group would just crumble once he decided to step down as a mafia boss.”

You didn’t know that Yuta’s position is that serious. That the consequences of his actions would greatly affect the future of their group. Is this relationship with him alright? You don’t want to cause harm to the group his father worked hard for.

Mark knocked on the huge doors that you remembered as the study room and Yuta’s voice could be heard inside, telling you to go inside. You wanted to be astounded at the cleanliness of the room and how it seemed unchanged since you last came here but were more surprised with Yuta sitting behind the table, a laptop screen in front of him. His hair was back to its natural color and he was wearing square-framed eyeglasses. A light pink sweater completed his look. You never thought that he would look so boyish like this. But it was a first seeing Yuta wearing light-colored clothes.

The younger guy behind you excused himself to pick up the younger lady which made Yuta look up from the screen.

His eyes never left you, smiling widely while ushering you to come closer. Once at arm's length, he reached up to hug you and pull you on his lap. “I miss you,” He kissed your lips, sucking the bottom lip before nuzzling his nose on the side of your neck. “I’m now relaxed because you’re here.”

You glanced at all the papers he was reading and the Excel file opened on his laptop. “What are you doing?”

“Inventory,” He claimed, removing his glasses. “Expenses here in the house. The men’s salaries.” He had to do those things? “I have to arrange all of these before I leave.” You didn’t know he had to do these. Why is a mafia boss’ work so difficult? You thought all they do is kill people but he, the boss, had to take care of his members as well. Like a company.

No wonder Yuta hates being the boss.

“Yuta,” You called, arms wrapping around his neck as his hands rested on your waist. “If Momo grows up, are you going to drop all of these?”

He let out an airy chuckle, “That’s a long time.” It is. But that is his only option, isn’t it? “I’m waiting for Mark.” Mark? Momo’s uncle? His left-hand man? The boyish Mark? “Once Mark finishes his training and develops the skills to be in the mafia, I’ll drop everything and let him take over.”

“Will that be alright?” You gave him a confused look. “He isn’t a Nakamoto.” Since the mafia group is like a company, shouldn’t he be handing it to a blood relative?

His hand rested on your lap, “Y/N,” he called. “I don’t want our children to be involved in this business.” Our children? Your eyes widened at that phrase. He’s referring to the children of the future, right? Not your children? “I don't want to put our future family in danger.”

You gasped. Our future family. He really is talking about your future children. Is he already thinking that far out ahead to the future?

Or is it even that far?

"You’re thinking deeply. Don’t be bothered by that.” Yuta started with a smile, hand caressing your lap. “I told you I will wait.” He wrapped you in a hug, head nuzzling on the valley of your breasts. “Let's just enjoy the two of us for now.”

Your fingers thread on his now dark hair, smiling at how he was acting like a young kid while hugging you. “Since we’re on the topic, how many children do you want?” You didn’t know why you asked that but you felt that it was inevitable. He already had a set idea of what he wanted in the future so you’re sure that he had an ideal number of kids.

“I don’t have any say on that, do I?” You raised an eyebrow, what does he mean by that? “You’re the one giving birth. How many kids do you want?”

A wide smile escaped your lips. He is really swoon-worthy. A husband material. “Preferably a boy and a girl.”

He kissed your cheek, grinning wide. “I hope they both look like you.” No way, Yuta is way prettier than you are.

During dinner, you saw how Yuta interacted with Momo in the most patient way possible. He listened to all the younger girl’s stories, reacting in a way that a friend does. He even knows the names of her classmates that startled you. Yuta isn’t so bad with kids, you thought. He’s not just a husband material, but also a father material.

You didn’t know if it would be possible to have a baby fever just by that simple conversation. You wanted to pull his hand resting on your thigh upwards to touch you in your intimate area. You wanted him to pleasure you in bed and bear his child.

But good things will come to an end. And you felt like being showered with cold icy water when he walked you to your apartment unit. He did say that he’s leaving for Italy but you didn’t expect that it would be too soon.

“When are you coming back?” You asked, standing in front of him while opening the door with your keys.

Yuta only shrugged before pulling you closer with a hug. His hold on you was tight, arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. He breathed heavily as if taking in your scent. “I’ll call you…” You only nodded in response before he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips, a needy kiss that would obviously leave you wanting for more.

“...if I’m alive.”

It was a statement you always hated. But it was also the statement that kept you clinging on to the tiny hope that you’ll see each other again. You didn’t know what danger awaits him in another country and you don’t want to think about it. You weren’t a religious person. When your mom died, you refused to believe in the almighty being. But there’s no one who can save Yuta from this but he, himself, and God.

Is this how a mafia boss’ wife feels? Is this what Mama is worried about when she said that she’s not fit to be the mafia’s wife? Is that why all you can see in the church are old ladies who looked sophisticated with their diamonds and pearls? Are they a mafia boss’ wife? Praying for the safety of their husbands?

Are you really ready for this type of life?

Since Sophie is still out of the country, you went to the next person you’re comfortable talking about your relationship with Yuta. Mama. She had experience in this area and she gave you great insight the last time you talked to her. Maybe the thoughts in your head can clear up with her help.

The tea she prepared seemed to calm you down instantly and Lexi, who doesn’t seem to be busy that night, even came to hang out with you. Weirdly, you’re on talking terms with her now. With Aeri with Sophie abroad, you talk with Lexi a lot more than the other waitresses who you used to work with. She kept on gushing about how lucky you are and how good Yuta is to you. How you shouldn’t let that man go because someone like you wouldn’t even get a man like him in the future. It seemed like a negative statement but somehow, it was true. You are lucky to be in Yuta’s presence.

The conversation about how great your boyfriend was in bed stopped when a certain girl appeared in the doorway. You lightly glanced at Mama who looked surprised and Lexi who rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Kyoko," Mama called, standing up to welcome the visitor. "I didn't know you were coming."

Lexi, in her annoyed state, stood up and then took your hand. "Y/N and I are going out."

"I want you to stay," Kyoko claimed, then continued in a low tone, "Bitch."

"Kyoko, please don't make a scene here," Mama claimed in a gentle tone.

"A scene?" She shouted, "She's the one who ruined my party." But you didn't do anything to her at that time. It was she who dropped herself on the wet floor of the bathroom. "She's the one who ruined my relationship with Yuta." Lexi's grip on your arm was tighter and you were suddenly worried that she might do something she'll eventually regret.

Kyoko still loves Yuta and somewhat you feel bad for her. Yet it isn't your fault that you chose Yuta and he chose you. "As if there's a relationship, to begin with," Lexi started. "You gold-digging bitch."

You both stepped back when Kyoko took out a small knife from her pocket, pointing it at the two of you. "Yuta loves me. Stop being delusional." She kept swinging the knife in your direction. "He belongs to me only."

"Kyoko," Mama called in her calm tone. You admired how she didn't seem afraid at the sight of the pocket knife. "Stop this, please. You might hurt them. You might hurt yourself."

She jerked the knife in your direction and you both almost jumped at the action. "Mama." The tears fell from her eyes. She must have been in deep pain to feel like this. "Yuta is mine. He loves me." The pocket knife dropped to the ground with a loud clang. "He promised to be with me." You suddenly felt guilty at her outburst.

Kyoko and Yuta clearly have a history together. You don't know how long it was or how deep it got. You don't even know what exactly happened between them but if you were in Kyoko's shoes, you might feel the same way. She's just a woman in love.

Mama sat down beside her, caressing her hair in a comforting way. "I know," You feel guiltier now. "But Yuta chose Y/N. It's his own feelings."

She smashed a glass, loud noise echoing in the small room. Her actions were fast as she managed to hurt Mama's face with a large glass shard. She's crazy. You were scared when she started pointing the glass to the older's chest. "Stop pretending that you know Yuta. He's mine. Only mine."

Your mind was blank but you only felt your hands holding something in your hand before throwing it. A loud scream can be heard followed by a sight of blood. The glass shard fell on the floor, creating a shattering sound that got you back to your senses.

The pocket knife that was once on the ground is now piercing through Kyoko's hand.

The girl on the floor was crying, louder than what she did earlier. You hurt her. You hurt Yuta's first love. What the hell did you do?

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You bite your thumb, freaking out in the hospital hallways. Lexi kept on comforting you, assuring you that it was alright and she would do the same. But it isn't even right. You hurt someone.

Your head was clouded. Why did you do that? Why throw the pocket knife at her hand? You don't have any right to hurt someone. What if you get in trouble because of this? Her fiance was a member of a mafia group. What if he gets back at you for hurting Kyoko? Will he hurt you? Worse, will he kill you?

You were surprised when Jaehyun turned the corner, wearing his white lab coat. When was the last time you saw him? You actually forgot that he works in this hospital. But your heart dropped in your chest seeing the man behind him. He wore a white shirt and wide-legged pants, a bright blue jacket making him shine.

You thought he was in Italy.

What is Yuta doing here?

He and Jaehyun looked surprised seeing you seated outside the hospital room but they entered the room where Kyoko was without even stopping for you. "Is Yuta here for Kyoko?" Lexi asked and you shrugged.

You didn't know he was back in the country. And you were so scared that you didn't say anything to him. But what exactly is he doing here? For Kyoko? Did she call him?

Then maybe Yuta does still care about her.

You wanted to get inside the room but you were so scared of what was happening. Obviously, Kyoko is pissed off. And you don't want to piss her off anymore. But the curiosity of why Yuta is here is killing you.

It felt like hours that you were outside the hospital room. You kept on bouncing your knee, nervousness engulfed you. What if Yuta is angry at what you did? You just defied the first rule of the Nakamoto group. You'll be in great trouble.

You heard the door open and you quickly whipped your head to the source of the sound. Yuta and Mama were both talking to each other in a hushed tone, a few feet away from you. You didn't hear their conversation but it looked so serious that when they both gazed your way, you looked down to the tiled floor. Yuta looks so serious. He might be mad. It's scaring you.

Footsteps can be heard coming your way and your knees only shake in nervousness. "Y/N," he called but you refused to look up at him. What if he's mad at you? You only saw him kneeling in front of you, peeking at your eyes view. There was worry in his eyes, "Are you hurt?"

He shouldn't be asking that. He shouldn't be worried about you. He should worry about Kyoko. You shook your head and he gave a relieved sigh. "I'm surprised seeing you here, I thought she also hurt you."

"It was me who hurt her," Your voice broke, a lump wanting to escape from your throat. "I broke your number one rule. I hurt Kyoko, I hurt your first love."

He reached out to hold your cheeks, wiping the tears you didn't know fell down. "You did what you had to do. You protected Mama from her." He pulled you in for a hug that you're now both kneeling in the hospital hallways. "I'm proud of you for what you did." You kept on shaking your head. He shouldn't. That isn't what he should say to you. It's better that he's mad at you. He shouldn't tolerate these actions from you.

What if you get used to this and actually kill someone?

He was holding your hand, waiting for you to calm down. Lexi shared some of the stories that you knew he already heard from Mama. When the older woman came out of the door, announcing that Kyoko wants to see Yuta, your hold on his hand got tighter. "I'll stay here until Mr. Ling comes back from Hong Kong, Jaehyun already called for him." You nodded. They should have called him first but it was Yuta who shared that he was the emergency contact of Kyoko. "I'll ask Mark to drive you and Lexi back." Once again, you nodded. It's an excuse to leave this suffocating place. And you don't want to be here when Kyoko's fiance comes. "Will you be alright?"

You should be alright. For the third time, you nodded quietly then stood up ready to leave. You have to get out of this place quickly.

Yuta held your hand, stopping you from moving. His chocolate eyes were warm as they stare at you. A mixture of worry and nervousness flashed in his warm gaze. “Y/N,” he called before hugging you once again. “Love,” he whispered as his hand caressed the back of your head, pushing you closer to him.

“I love you.”

Chapter Thirteen

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fangswbenefits · 1 year

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Soooo I love me some breeding kink—as many of us do—but ironically Ik for a fact I don’t want children. As a woman I think I’m just biologically wired to get turned on by the thought of it and the need to go bare so I can let a man (Miggy) stuff me full of his baby making cream. But when a man is so desperate/eager to have babies it pisses me off a little as well. Like you bastard you’re not thinking of me?? Everything my body and I will have to go through for your little spawn?? Three trimesters of hormonal changes, nine months of discomfort & aches, 40 weeks of on and off nausea/sicknesses, more than half a year of not feeling like myself, and for the grand finale 24+ hours of labor EXCRUCIATING labor. Oof it ignites a belligerent fire in my tummy, I would slap him. Bc how dare a man not think of what we’ll have to go through 😤

But…..

Buuuuuuut……

But but but but but………

Let’s say it happens. Miguel sees ALL the effects of pregnancy and shows guilt/remorse. Gives lots of apologies and ultimate top tier treatment. And during the labor seeing and hearing your tears, cries and whimpers of excessive pain makes him shed some tears for you. Like he’s trying his best to be strong for you but it literally pains him to see you in such agony. Then after the baby is on your chest crying her little lungs out and you can clearly tell he’s in utmost awe and love staring at her and caressing her little back but he immediately diverts his attention to you. The look of pure exhaustion your wearing and he gently says, “no more babies, mi amor. You’re not going through that pain again.” With tears in his eyes and BAM 💥 just like that I’d give him another baby in a couple years. That’s all I need, the acknowledgment of everything I went through and the sympathy and the passionate display of his love/care for me that he’d put his own desires aside just so I wouldn’t have to go through so much twice over bc he can’t stand seeing me in such a state. Like ugh he’s definitely worthy of another baby. He no longer begs for it (but still does f*ck like it) he truly insists no more babies. He’s showing just how deeply he loves and cares about your all around well-being. THAT is dreamy AF. Super duper f*cking hot & sexy. Like well now I just have to give you another one. It’s like Ik you really mean no more babies but this time I want to make another little human with you bc you’ve showed me you’re deserving of it. Also if I had one kid I’m doomed bc my kid definitely needs a sibling(s). Life just doesn’t seem as fun without siblings.

So in conclusion yea I’d let Miguel breed me with all his babies, NOT literally but yes. Yes. Just yes.

Okay, guys! Disclaimer time:

Just because people find certain kinks hot in fiction doesn't mean that translates to real life. I would not touch a man with a 10 feet pole if he had a violent breeding kink that fully disregarded my wishes and well-being.

That's why fiction is so much fun. You can just let your imagination go wild for that character, and explore endless scenarios.

With this out of the way, yes! Consent is sexy and I ALWAYS make that abundantly clear in my fics.

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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randomfoggytiger · 7 months

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"You're Only Going to End Up Hurting Yourself"

Part V of the Bill Scully POV mini-series (Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV~.)

(Dedicated to @baronessblixen for her continued interest.)

*****

The first time Bill Scully saw Dana’s child was after the hearing.

Maggie showed him Emily’s picture in passing-- though how or when she’d gotten it, he hadn't known-- mumbling, “I said she doesn’t look like Melissa; but she does, doesn’t she, Bill?” Mulder’s car drove up then; and his mom dashed off to put the photo back.

While Dana and her partner spilled out and wove around each other-- indescribably in sync, shadowing each other-- Bill thought, Yes, she does look like you, Melissa-- more like you than Dana.

*****

He allowed Mulder to stay past polite visiting hours, maintaining a stern but silent distance as much as possible. Because of this man's testimony, Dana stood a chance. Her daughter stood a chance.

“Bill, I’m so tired,” Tara had whispered, massaging her drooping head with both hands. She looked up, eyes clouded with confusion and grief-- for Dana, for this little girl, for their first Christmas as a growing family. “I just want to get some sleep.”

His own headache seemed to radiate from the top of his skull to the slope of his shoulders: everything tensed, everything ached. Wearily standing, he nodded. “Then let’s get you to bed, Honey.”

“He won’t think it’s rude?”

“I don’t think the normal standards apply to him, Tara. It’s late, anyway.”

They lumbered to the staircase, fatigued, when Dana poked through the doorway. “You guys okay?”

Of course they weren’t. His sister was murdered. His other sister had an unidentifiable chip in her neck. His brother had started speaking to him again and sent a gift to Dana for Christmas. His wife’s hard-won holiday was shot. His baby was due two weeks ago. His little sister had a daughter that wasn't hers. His mother was almost sick with worry. The pain never stops.

“Could you take Tara’s other arm so we can…?”

And Dana did, like he knew she would: a need to be of use. Perhaps as penance, for everything.

*****

He should have expected Dana and Mulder would vanish in the night.

He woke a fitful hour later to the surprise of an eerily quiet house; and was still more surprised that the two of them had not simply dropped into a deep sleep on the couch rather than… wherever they’d gone. He didn’t know which outlook was more grim: the thought she’d followed her partner back to his motel or the suspicion that they were both chasing down another lead in the Sims’ case.

It was after eight when the phone rang, about the time Maggie would be up and about.

“Hello? Um, it’s Dana… Mom, if you can pick up the phone--”

“Dana? It’s Bill.”

He heard her long sigh through the wire, wondered how many times she’d watched the clock to increase her odds of avoiding him. “Bill. Hi.”

“Where are you, Dana?”

“I’m… at the hospital. Emily’s sick.”

The pain never stops. “She is? How sick-- what happened?"

“I don’t know, it’s…. She has a rare disorder that was being treated before her parents’ murder. We don’t know…. We’re working on diagnosing her condition right now so we can treat her.”

“Do you want us to be there with you?”

“No. No, I, uh, think it’s best that you and Mom and Tara keep your distance, for now. Until we know something.”

“Is her condition communicable?”

“Bill…. It’s safer if you three stay away.”

“Dana.”

“...Yes?”

“We’ll pray for her.”

*****

Maggie intended to call Dana after lunch, but by eleven o’clock the three of them had checked into labor and delivery. By three, Dana still hadn’t answered her phone; and by four they were transferred to a private room.

“Mom, leave it!” Bill yelled, his wife’s excruciating grip sapping away the last reserves of his patience; but it was Tara’s pleading “Mom,” that drew her back.

It was late when his sister reconnected; and, with labor stalled and an epidural in, he nodded-- with his wife's go-ahead-- at Maggie, who hurried to wherever the Sim girl's ward was and back in under forty minutes.

Matthew was over six hours old before Dana called again. From his periphery, Bill watched his mother grab the phone and dodge into the hall as Tara shifted slightly in her sleep. His all-consuming focus, however, was on the quiet baby in his arms-- staring at his son’s tiny, clenching fists; wondering if his baby hairs would rust like his sisters’ or darken like his own.

He didn’t glance up when Maggie reentered and approached; but he snapped to attention when her quivering exhale broke the silence.

Tears were streaming down her red cheeks, black makeup smearing in small splotches around her eyes.

“Bill….”

Emily was gone.

*****

Dana poured her grief into meticulous planning-- despite wanting to do more, the family was only allowed to assist with sorting paperwork and dialing up Bill's priest for the funeral service.

Between baby Matthew’s homecoming, Tara’s recovery, new parenthood, and necessary arrangements, it took over a week before he realized Mulder no longer came to the house.

*****

The first time Bill saw Dana's child in person was at her wake.

She was Melissa-blonde-- the red not yet prominent enough to shift her from strawberry to flaming redhead-- and Dana chubby. Her pretty little dress still smelled new, its blue perfectly complementing the small, gold cross necklace draped across her neck.

He stood silently by as the funeral director lowered the coffin lid, refusing to think about the fact he’d never gotten to look into his niece's eyes.

*****

New flights were booked two days before Emily’s funeral; and two days after, his mother and sister were packing up for their return trip back to D.C.

“D.C.? Don’t you want to spend time with Mom in Maryland?”

Dana had paused and straightened to her full height. “No. My extended leave is almost up. Besides, I need to get back to work.”

“Back to work? You want to go back to work after everything?”

“Bill,” she snapped; then deflated, slumping onto the bed. “I can’t have this discussion right now.”

“Dana… we almost lost you, we’ve lost Melissa-- now Emily’s buried in my church cemetery. When will it be enough?”

“Bill, please. Don’t.”

She was going to cry. With the lack of sleep, the unreality of the past few weeks, and the infuriating nature of this impossible situation, even he might cry.

As if on cue, Matthew’s wails and Tara’s animated shushes floated down from the master bedroom, by turns swiftly grieved and swiftly soothed. Bill stood, half-in and half-out of Dana's door, trying to fathom the overwhelming protective surge that coursed like fire under his skin. In a split second, something ripped or erected or split apart-- hard to define, but powerful in its finality.

Turning to walk away, he added, “Fine. But tell Mom not to call me when you’re in trouble again, Dana-- I won’t lose my child, too.”

*****

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amunyan · 9 months

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It took me much longer this time to finish this chapter. But I wantet to bring out all remaining endings at once...

Enjoy reading :)

Love me not him -7b

(coming from 6A)

More than a week has passed since you last saw Mereoleona or Leo. Much more since you spoke to Fuegoleon... Not because you were avoiding them, or because the Royal Knights mission had gone wrong or something. No. Maybe yes. But this was another story. It was your own mission that went horribly wrong and left you half dead...

After Mereoleona left HQ for her mission with the Royal Knights, you went on your own mission; patrolling in another city. But when chaos broke loose, you found yourself fighting your own squad members. Not only that. While you were trying to fight them and not seriously injure them, you also had to protect the inhabitants of the town. Especially a group of little children...

The last thing you remembered before you passed out was an excruciating pain in your spine, sucking all the air out of your lungs, and the sudden heat of a great flame coming to your aid...

Your vision became blurred and you began to throw up. All you vomited was blood. But you noticed the person with flame magic. Though you thought this was the end, there was now a feeling of relief and safety as you collapsed and were swallowed by the darkness...

Your body hurt, especially your chest. Like a burning sword stabbing your lungs, making the very act of breathing difficult and painful. Tingling felt not only in your fingers but also in your head when you opened your eyes. A blur of a wooden and unfamiliar ceiling was the only thing you could see before you sat up under your own moaning voice. The whole room was spinning and your fingers clung to the covers of your bed. Hoping to make it stop. Nausea crept up your throat and you burped, but luckily you didn't throw up.

"Where am I?" you asked yourself, grabbing your head with one hand before looking around carefully - another rollercoaster ride would be too much - to find yourself in a room that looked like an infirmary or something. But not in HQ or the Capital City - you'd recognize those. You noticed a chair next to the bed you were in, when you looked over to the other side. Sitting on the chair;

Mereoleona.

She dozed a little. But as soon as she realised you were awake, she jumped out of the chair.

"(Y/N)!? You are awake?"

She literally held her breath. Her whole body was tense as she gently, almost incredulously, embraced you. Tender, but also rough, as always.

"Finally. I'm so glad. How do you feel?" Mereoleona pressed you close to her, and you could almost feel her tension ease as she slowly realised that you were indeed awake. She seemed genuinely relieved. But she was still trembling. Something unusual for her. Hesitantly, still not quite understanding what was going on, you moved closer to her. You put your arms around her.

"Yes... I am," you whispered, closing your eyes to give in to the feeling. Leaning your head against her chest. Feeling her warm embrace and her heartbeat.

"I was so worried," she said softly, holding you even tighter.

"You... You are... Mereo... This hurts."

"Sorry..." she replied, but doesn't let go of you. “I thought I had lost you. I thought you were death..."

"Not just you... But I cannot remember what happened. My head hurts too much, even when I try to think..."

"You were stabbed in the back and your lungs were also affected. They told us you were in very bad shape..."

A cold shower ran down your spine and your grip on Mereoleona tightened. Your fingers clung to the fabric of her jacket. You didn't want to imagine...

But brains don't work that way. They don't really know the meaning of the word not. If you don't want to think about something, your brain has already thought about it...

With a bad headache, fragments of memories come back.

Your fingertips dig deeper into the fabric, deep enough to leave marks on the skin beneath. You buried your head against her body.

Snippets of the battles and your comrade from the order slowly but surely were forming a picture.

It was the day, the chaos broke loose. The day Mereoleona set off with the Royal Knights, early in the morning, to defeat the eye of the midnight sun once and for all. You remembered hugging her goodbye before she left. You also remembered that you needed time, which she had thankfully given you.

As you set off on your own mission, your thoughts kept drifting back to Mereo, hoping she would be okay and come back safely. Even though it was her, the undefeated lioness, you had a queasy feeling in your stomach. It made it hard to concentrate on your job. Fortunately, it was just a control run in another city, Nean, and your companion was much more motivated than you. "Because now that the kingdom's strongest mages had left, I had to work at least twice as hard as usual," were his words.

That was an extra worry for you. Was that a good idea? Sending off all the strong mages at once? Perhaps that was the reason for the unease.

"I didn't know what was happening when Balbo attacked me all of a sudden with his steel magic. I didn't want to fight him. But I had to protect myself... So I had to..." you began to tell Mereoleona.

The comrade of the lions was a younger companion. A soft giant with a very delicate steel power. Like his character...

"But his physical strength alone was enough to bring me to the ground. He overpowered me with ease." You swallowed and a cold shiver ran down your spine as you thought of him again. He had always been as strong as a bear... but he had never used his power like this. "Not only that, his mana felt strange. So much stronger than usual. As I lay there, he looked at me with hateful eyes. He probably wanted to end it, but his attack failed. For whatever reason... Then, with a scream and a seeming struggle with himself, he ran away."

Mereoleona could tell you more: "There were many people under the control of a spell cast by the elves. A spell, that brought back the dead souls of the old race loved by the Mana, including their strong powers".

"That's why he suddenly became so much stronger...", you realised.

"They were also full of hate for us humans...", she continued with a sigh. "They didn't hesitate to attack anyone who wasn't one of them..."

"More or less," you correct her quietly. “Because it was as if Balbo was fighting this thing inside him. As if he didn't want to hurt others... But the other soul inside him was stronger. He lost to it.”

You, who were on his trail through the narrow alleys of the city, found him in time. Without hesitation, you stepped in to save a group of little children.

"I managed to save those little kids," you continued quietly with thin voice. "And I even managed to stand up to my comrade. I was able to hold him off for a long time and even reactivate the one spell I thought I had lost. Turning my defense into an attack to hit him when he started to run out of breath...I thought I had incapacitated him..." Your voice broke and you even started to sob a little. Not only because you have to admit to Mereoleona that this was not the truth. You wanted to make her proud. Your fingers started to tremble and you were about to apologize to Mereoleona when you felt her hand run through your hair.

"Don't worry. I know how well you did. That you actually used your stamina and your defense instead of impatiently attacking with your shimmering little stones..."

You winced briefly. This criticism had hurt more than your ability to put yourself down. Even if it was probably meant in a nice way…

You looked up at her questioningly, still clutching to her forearms. You remembered that powerful flame just after you were hit by a spear of steel magic. And that a person was coming towards you. That flame-magic... Could it be? Even if you were wrong, you had to resolve the issue.

"When an attack hit me, my magic evaporated and seconds later there was this terrible pain in my back. I could not breathe any more. I had to throw up... there was blood everywhere... But before I blacked out, there was a flame attack. Could it be that it you, Mereo, who saved me?” It was not just that you had been thinking about her all the time. Your greatest regret was that you may never have been able to answer Mereoleona's question properly. Because in your mind, she was the one who had completely displaced her brother Fuegoleon in such a short time. You bit your lips as you looked at her expectantly.

"No," Mereoleona shook her head. "I would have liked to save you, but I was too far away... But is it just me, or are you slowly succumbing to me?" A meaningful grin appeared on her lips, making you blush. Ashamed, but also a little annoyed, you looked away. She had seen through you way too quickly.

"But... Who saved me then? How did I survive and end up here? In all that chaos, no one would have been around to help me. Or take the time to do so. And who was responsible for the fire attack?"

As if on cue, there's a knock at the door.

An old woman with a long scar on her face, dressed like a nun, entered the room. You know her; Miss Theresa. A former member of the Crimson Lions and close to the Vermillion family, because of her work as a tutor for their children, especially as Fuegoleon’s.

At first she didn't notice you were awake. She closed the door quietly and turned around.

"How is (Y/N)?" She asked Mereoleona. Her voice sounded a bit sad and monotonous. Routine, as if she wasn't asking this question for the first time. As if she was expecting the same unpleasant news again. But when she noticed you sitting on the bed, awake, relief spread across her face.

"Thank god," she said as she came closer. "How are you feeling?"

"My head and body ache... and it's still hard to breathe," you told her truthfully. "But otherwise... I... Mereoleona told me that I almost died... So... I guess I can be happy that I am still alive and in a fairly good shape..."

"Yes, unfortunately that's true. Luckily, I found you in time...", Theresa started to tell.

It was her magic that saved you. Twice, actually. The flame attack was also hers. The old lady was still a fighter, and all she really wanted to do on that one day was defend the orphans of her church...

"I was so worried that my healing magic would be too weak to save you.... We even had a much better healer look at you, but you remained unconscious. There was nothing we could do, but wait..."

"Just like with Fuegoleon..." you thought as Theresa realised that she has to tell him and Leo right away. "The boys will be happy too..."

"The boys? You mean Leo and? And Fuegeoleon?" You look at her with a furrowed brow. "But... He's still asleep, isn't he? Is he?" You look at the old lady with a hopeful expression. She knows what you're going to ask. She closes her eyes with a smile on her lips and nods silently as she continues. "He wanted to come and look after you too, but..." She looked at Mereoleona. "She protected you like a lioness protects her cubs. She would never let anyone near you. She was here day and night..."

But Mereo didn't seem to care about Theresa's critical look. She just sighed and the nun mumbled something into her non-existent beard. Something about Mereo was as stubborn as ever.

Epilog

After Theresa had left the room, you looked worriedly at Mereoleona. She seemed distracted, different than usual. Much too quiet...

"Are you all right, Mereo?" You asked carefully. But not carefully enough. She raised an eyebrow and asked: "Is it so far-fetched to take care of someone I love? You did the same for my brother and it wasn't a big deal to anyone. It just annoys me..."

"So much that you're even crying?"

She looked at you, startled. That had really thrown Mereoleona off her stride.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as you wipe away a tear in her eye. "I've kept you waiting and worrying for so long ..."

Her expression changed and she raised both eyebrows into a questioning face.

"I can't help it. After that night with you, I can't stop thinking about you. It's as if... You have erased your brother as a whole in me. I finally realised that it was always you who cared so much for me, and that I am starting to feel the same way. I want to be with you.”

An ominous smile formed on her lips as she ran her right hand through your hair before placing it at your neck.

"You know I will not hold back any longer," Mereoleona whispered against your lips as you nodded expectantly. You both blushed slightly as she placed her lips on yours in a passionate kiss.

Love-Ending with Mereo <3

Thank you everyone who read the story to this point or even just the final chapter :) I hope you enjoyed it.

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How I Met Your Father. 15 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

How I Was Welcomed Back Home

One second he was looking at the shocked expression on Sera´s face as she processed what Lucifer said, and the next he was looking at the wall of a room he didn't recognize. But it didn't matter at all, because that oppressive sensation that drenched Heaven wasn't there anymore. The warmth was still there even as the flames of the summoning circles died down, his nostril instantly getting rewarded with the ever present smell of something burnt and comforted by the knowledge that somewhere, surely, even if he couldn't hear it, someone was more than likely screaming in pain.

He was back at home.

He wanted to ask Lucifer if he had really eaten Adam and how he did it to get past his awful tasting blood, but when he opened up his mouth only a strangled groan came out as his whole body tensed up. The pain started out in the center of his chest, as if someone had shot him, but quickly spread to the rest of his torso, creeping down his legs and arms until his vision turned blurry. None of the other wounds inflicted on him during his time as a demon could compare to this.

He didn't know how, he ended up on the bed, curled up on himself with Lucifer at his side. What was happening? Why wasn't he healing him? Soon the paralyzing sensation reached his neck and went over his head, making him squeeze his teeth tight to avoid screaming until his burning lungs gave up.

Through his tears, he saw the stupid halo above his head lose whatever made it shine and fell to the bed, a useless metallic looking ring. That is when he understood.

This is what falling meant. Everything felt like burning because his soul was burning, being cleansed of whatever divine blessing he was granted against his will. The fires of hell were claiming him once again and if that was the case, then he was sure to embrace them, laughing through the excruciating pain. What a warm welcome indeed!

After what felt too long, his nerves suddenly stopped being actively tortured and he coughed against the mattress, burying his face as he had been thrown against it.

Lucifer had stayed at his side the entire time. Alastor sighed when he felt the hand massaging the back of his neck, but as soon he hissed at the lacerating pain on his back. Trembling, he grabbed onto the sheets as Lucifer rushed to clean up the wounds left after he lost the angelic feature there. The smell of his own blood combined with the slow creeping of it down his sides did not surprise him. He almost wished he could be in Lucifer's place to see it entirely.

"Is it bad?" croacked, coughing again.

His throat felt he had swallowed sanding paper for an entire week straight. Lucifer made a bottle of water and kept it floating for him to receive as he kept working, careful to not put any pressure on his back. The relief of something cold after what happened almost took a moan out of him.

"If you consider bad having two long gaping wounds, then yes" Despite the sarcastic words, Lucifer sounded apologetic. "I am sorry, I should have warned you."

"It would have been the same whether I knew about it or not '' Alastor sighed, feeling Lucifer using his magic all along his back. He could perceive himself turning into a puddle, the tension of his muscles melting away like ice in front of a chimney. The mattress seemed to be devouring him as he sank more into it. "That is what you went through when you fell?"

"Mmm" the sound coming from Lucifer was affirmative. "I told you it really, really sucks."

That was going to be the only thing I told you so that Alastor was going to accept without a reply. He swallowed some more water as he closed his eyes before speaking again.

"It could be worse" said, trying to shrug but his shoulders were so heavy and he gave up. He still turned to see his husband, shaking his head, incredulous.

"Worse than having your soul burn from the inside out?"

"I could not have you after it. That would be worse" answered Alastor with ease, hiding his smile on the sheets as he knew that would shut up Lucifer instantly and he wasn't wrong. "I hope you are aware that I would do it again in a heartbeat" added. The last thing he wanted was for Lucifer to believe that he could regret his decision somehow.

"You won't have to" said Lucifer, uncharastically serious. "I won't ever let something like that happen to you again. All eternity is all eternity, babe. You are truly stuck with me now."

Alastor chuckled, a warm feeling spreading over his chest that had nothing to do with the healing magic.

"Is it a threat or a promise?" asked with a teasing tone.

"Both."

"Then you better carry them out, my king. I don't respond kindly to empty threats."

"You know, I could take that more seriously if I wasn't seeing your tail wagging right now."

Alastor tried to consciously stop his tail, but gave that up. Too much effort and he was feeling so good just doing nothing, letting Lucifer to work on him.

"Quiet" said Alastor still.

The king of hell rewarded him with a small laugh, but at least didn't add any more.

By the moment the pouring of magic stopped, Alastor breathed out a sigh of pure relief as he elevated himself on his arms, noticing how easy it was now. In fact, now he is probably better than before.

"How do you feel?" asked Lucifer.

Alastor sat on the bed. He saw his hand that looked darker, but couldn't quite tell in the dim room if it was the same hand he had before the extermination. When he called onto his shadows, he saw their black shapes dancing in front of him. His shadow too wrapped around Lucifer and hugged him from behind.

"I will take that as better. I missed you too" said Lucifer, his hands over the hands of the shadow and Alastor was surprised that he could feel it too, more clearly than ever before. The shadow kissed Lucifer's cheek and it was like he was doing it. He could even smell some of the essence of Lucifer by proxy.

"Huh" said, making the shadow disappear with a gesture. "Interesting."

"What?" asked Lucifer, tilting his head. "You have your powers back, isn't what you wanted?"

"Indeed, but it is different." He conjured his tentacles now to take out that ridiculous heaven hoodie that unfortunately he still had on and didn't feel bad at all to see two burned holes where his wings were. He throws it to the side before letting them come back to his body. It was definitely easier now, as if it barely cost him any effort. "It will take some time getting used to." That is when he finally took on the place they were in. Mostly the bed that was definitely not like their previous one. "Where are we?"

"Ah, you wouldn't know," said Lucifer, scratching the back of his neck. "This… is the new hotel. We finished it off recently and I have been staying with Charlie. I… I kinda didn't want to be in the palace and she needed the help, so…"

"How recently?"

"Uh, almost a month, actually."

Alastor looked around, definitely taking notice of how empty it looked. How devoid of duckies, finished or otherwise. It looked like no one had actually stayed there or the one who did was just waiting to be called outside at any moment, without bothering to put on any personal touches to make it their own. It was temporary, borrowed, with a thick air of closeness as if nobody had opened up the windows or doors in a while.

A weird lump got trapped on his throat and he swallowed it quickly, turning to Lucifer, who looked to a side, embarrassed and waiting for a comment from his part. All he could think of was the words he had shouted at Sera back in Heaven, about finding his dead body to have to present it in front of Charlie. The entire time he was in Heaven at least he could take comfort knowing where his family was and that they were okay. Out of his reach but existing somewhere. They didn't have that privilege.

"I was hoping you did make a new one" said instead, trying to be casual about it. Lucifer had been through enough already and wasn't about to throw it on his face how he managed to keep moving. Whatever he did or didn't do all that time, Alastor was sure that he would have been a lot worse in his place. "It would have been a waste, now that it turned out our daughter was right all along about redemption. It's just a pity that the opportunity of finding it out didn't go to someone who actually wanted it."

"Even if it did, we wouldn't have ever found out" commented Lucifer with a bitter note on his words. Alastor heard him shuffling on the bed before feeling the arms of the king around his middle from the side. "I shouldn't be surprised at this point about how little of a fuck they give, but I can't fucking believe that they would just let me think you were gone forever."

Alastor moved, hugging Lucifer back from the front. He nuzzled the top of the blonde head with his cheek, breathing in deeply for what felt for the first time since his second death. The hands of Lucifer grabbed his shirt.

"Fuck this" said Lucifer suddenly and snapped his fingers. Alastor shivered briefly when the shirt suddenly disappeared from his body, but relaxed quickly when Lucifer shoved his face on the fluff of his chest, shaking it. "I can't believe I lived without this" came out his voice muffled.

"You would be insufferable if I had actual breasts" commented Alastor, with zero intention of resisting him anyway.

It felt not only good, but right even, to be touched by him like that. He didn't realize how much he missed the physical affection of Lucifer until it was suddenly gone, like he had lived through the longest winter without his favorite blanket and finally had it back. The touch of others was not the same.

"That would be so hoooot" sighed Lucifer, looking up with a goofy smile. "But I like this too" added, running down his now completely healed back with one hand as the other found his tail, caressing it without grabbing.

Lucifer relaxed against him, content. He wasn't intending to take things beyond that, just getting familiar with his body again for comfort. Alastor played with the strands of hairs on Lucifer's nape.

"I always wondered" started softly ", what would you have done if you knew I was there? My mom had the idea that you would storm Heaven to try to take me out."

"Oh, she did?" Lucifer sounded mildly surprised, barely moving from his place on his chest. "Yeah, at the very least. If they wouldn't just let me take you, I wasn't going to let that slide. Charlie convinced the cannibals of help us out once, we could bring them to be as annoying as possible if not to devour new souls that tried to enter until they let you out" He raised up a little to kiss Alastor's clavicle, who had to laugh a little at the pure consternation on everyone's face if news such as that one spread on Heaven. Oh, that would have been hilarious. "I would have only offered the contract as a last resort" added Lucifer, putting a hand behind Alastor's neck to gently push down for his lips to reach.

"I would have accepted it even if it wasn't," said Alastor, moving his head to give him more space.

"Really?" Lucifer was trailing lazy kisses, his hands locking together around Alastor's waist. "Giving your soul to anyone is not a small thing."

"Do you think I don't know that?" asked Alastor with a frown. Lucifer stopped moving. "Being married to someone or having a child with them are not small things either. And I did them all with you. What difference does another commitment make?" He sighed, separating a bit to hold Lucifer's face in his hands. The light that could enter from the windows almost completely covered by the curtains were reflected on Lucifer's eyes, like a cat. "If anyone was going to have my soul, I would choose you over Heaven immediately. That is not a question worth entertaining. But even without Heaven, I would still choose you. Do you understand?"

He could feel the mouth of Lucifer moving as if he was swallowing and his breathing hitched up. A moment of silence passed as Lucifer licked his lips and found the air necessary to speak.

"Y-yes, I do" whispered, as if overwhelmed by his own emotions.

Alastor couldn't say he didn't relate, with the annoying beating on his own chest that threatened to break it apart. Instead of saying more words that would only make it worse, he hugged Lucifer again and brought him with him to bed so they would lay on their sides.

"Now that is clear," said, kissing his forehead. He grabbed his previous halo with a tentacle and threw it away from him like it's mere existence was annoying ", let's go to sleep, darling. Don't think I didn't notice those bags under your eyes."

Lucifer mumbled a wordless sound, resting his head against Alastor's chest. He snapped his fingers quickly to change his own suit for his usual pajama, a sigh escaping him in relief when he could tangle his legs with Alastor's still covered on the light pants he was using.

Alastor really didn't like the idea of keeping anything from Heaven on him, so he had to separate enough to pull them out and throw them wherever the hoodie had landed. Tomorrow he was definitely burning all that trash on the biggest fire he could make. When he fell into the bed again, Lucifer quickly stuck to him again and he hummed soothingly, letting his tentacles bring the bedsheet on top of them.

"Goodnight, my king" said softly, holding Lucifer as strongly as he was being held.

This bed could be new to him, but already felt a lot more comfortable than any other that had those last months. The natural heat emanating from Lucifer's body, combined with the slow rise and fall from his chest, was a better comfort for his tired heart than he could imagine. He could even smell the essence of Lucifer off the pillow, relaxing him with each breath he took.

"If this is a dream, don't ever wake me up" muttered Lucifer, sleepy.

Alastor looked down, but the eyes of Lucifer were closed and his breathing was that of a man that had succumbed to exhaustion already. Just how many nights did Lucifer spend without being able to find rest? It had to be way too many in a row to actually show on his face.

When Charlie was a baby that naturally would require the attention of their parents at night, Lucifer was more usually than not the one to get up in bed, stay with her until her crying subdued and wake up the next morning just as well rested as if there was never any interruption. Being the king of hell himself brought that kind of perks. Everything had to go to the extreme in order to affect him in any visible way. That was the kind of insight that someone that had shared his life with him would have. Charlie herself wouldn't realize how truly worrying a sign like that had to be, because why would any of her parents tell her that?

Alastor sighed deeply, kissing the temple of Lucifer in the dark. Lucifer made a wordless little sound from his throat, without moving. It sounded like a vaguely happy response. Alastor held his head close and stayed there.

There were too many thoughts rising for him to just deliver himself to oblivion like his husband, even more so than he had the night before preparing for the summoning. If anything, last night was the best one he had in a long while because he was sure to be coming home soon, that his freedom was close by. Now that he was there, he realized how much he had to catch on as the rest of the world kept moving.

There wasn't even a hint of ego boosting to imagine what his lost must had meant for them. Just think about how Charlie had to be on her own revolted his stomach, equal parts angry again at what happened to him and frustrated because he didn't come sooner, even as he knew that wasn't by choice. Maybe, by some twisted order he couldn't understand, he did deserve to go through all of that, perhaps, but definitely not his little fawn. Definitely not Lucifer, as far he was concerned.

Eventually the sun started rising on the red sky. Alastor send his shadows to open up the curtains all the way, illuminating the rest of the room. He also took the chance to open the windows themselves to let some new air come in to breath into his lungs to fill his chest. Who didn't love some smell of blasphemy and damnation on the morning? Despite how early it was, the sounds of someone in pain could already be heard.

Lucifer hasn't woken up through none of that since Alastor barely moved, and probably wouldn't in a while. Alastor hummed pleasantly and kissed his head, dissolving into his shadows to appear next to the open door of the bathroom… only to almost lose his balance and needing to grab to the frame. The quick movement was another thing that he had to get used to again.

Inside, he turned on the lights and looked at himself in the mirror. For a man who had kept the same style of fashion since the 30s, there were too many new faces he had to keep accepting as his own. First human, then sinner, then winner and now fallen angel. When he lifted his eyes, he sighed. At least this iteration wasn't as terribly different, but it was still different to bother him. His hair was a darker shade of red, standing out from his skin tone that had become even darker entirely, not just his hands.

But the worst tell tale that something had happened were his eyes, now permanently blackened around green pupils. When he was closer to his full form, his whole pupils went completely black, so at least now he and Charlie could still have that in common. That and their black antlers. After searching on the drawers, he found a hand mirror and held up as he turned to see what actually happened to his back.

The wings were not physically there. If it wasn't because of what he knew about Vaggie pulling out hers after having ripped out, he could have felt relieved that they were gone for good, but he could probably still be taken out if he applied his will into it. Something he very much did not want to do. Those things could stay hidden for as long hell existed as far he cared. But their existence had left two long marks of gray fur where they used to be. He wondered if maybe he could apply a permanent disguise spell to get his old looks back when he came out of the hotel. Not because he was going to answer those curious, but he prefered to avoid those types of questions in the first place.

"Alastor? Babe?" the voice of Lucifer made his ear twitch.

The moment he turned his head to answer the golden shackle appeared around his neck. It didn't hurt him, but it did surprise him enough for Lucifer to suddenly appear at his side on a puff of red magic. His panicked expression only seemed to relax at the sight of him.

"You are here…" sighed, letting himself fall against him to wrap him with his arms.

Alastor rubbed his back without thinking and touched the shackle with the other. It seemed to dissolve just as quickly as it appeared. Lucifer squeezed him harder.

He couldn't have been there more than ten minutes.

"Is this something that I should expect from now on, dear?" asked with a sigh.

"Fuck you" Lucifer's voice almost got cut out by a sob that he tried to keep down. His shoulder started convulsing as he breathed in. "We had two funerals for you. One for royalty and other for the Cannibal Town. So don't you fucking dissapear on me like that again. You have no idea what it was like here."

He was right. Alastor received the stab up front.

"I was checking how I look now, that is all" said gently, now returning the hug fully. He caressed his back and rubbed his thumb over the start of Lucifer's neck. When Lucifer started breathing deep, he nuzzled the top of his head. "I am here. I am not going anywhere, remember? That was our agreement and I wouldn't dare to break it."

Lucifer sniffled. Alastor gave him how much he needed to regain himself. He tried to call some calming jazz music to sound from the center of his body. What came out instead was too strong for both of their ears. Lucifer jumped back, covering his. Alastor grabbed his throbbing head as the mirror behind him cracked with the loud radio static as he forced it to turn off.

"I… I didn't intend for that to happen'' said, his ear going flat as he sneered to himself, displeased and maybe a bit embarrased.

He never had any issue controlling the sounds around him to his own whim. This felt just as stupid as shooting himself on the foot with his own gun. Lucifer waited a second to make sure no other surprise was coming and then gave out a little chuckle.

"It's okay" he said, coming up to fix the mirror easily with a gesture of his hand. "You aren't used to having the kind of energy that you have now. You want to use the same input you always did to do what you wanted, but now end up sending too much at once. Just give it some time and you will feel it naturally again, with some practice" He sighed looking at his reflection before whipping his cheeks.

Lucifer looked over at Alastor. More specifically at his neck.

"Did… did that hurt? Being called suddenly like that?" asked, extending his hand but hesitating at the last second before making contact.

Alastor took his black fingers on his and brought them to his lips.

"No at all" answered sincerely, keeping the fingers to caress with him. "You didn't intend to hurt me, just know my location. Without that desire, I barely felt it. I was surprised, that is all."

Lucifer nodded, a little more calm after that.

"I am sorry" sighed, bringing his hand back to rub his eyes with both of them, embarrassed now. "I got scared for a second."

"I don't blame you" assured Alastor, bringing him over by the waist closer again, rubbing his sides. "In your place I would have already locked you up in some cage so I never have to wonder where you are again. Compared to that, you are doing amazing, my love."

Lucifer snorted. He looked up with an endeared smile.

"You would" recognized, bringing him down by the shoulders to kiss his cheek and massaging the zone around his ears. Alastor leaned to him, a little squeak accompanying the movement. "Don't give me ideas, though."

Alastor chuckled. He considered making it known that the idea wasn't especially repulsive for him, but decided against it, for now at least. Maybe at another time they could talk about that properly.

"I was planning to get a bath" said, holding the hands of Lucifer to stop him enough to give him a quick kiss as he straightened up again. "I want to get rid of this Heaven stink as fast as possible. I can't feel it, but I know it's there and it bothers me. Do you want to join me?"

Lucifer blushed. Immediately realizing that the offer wasn't as casual as the tone of Alastor was.

"Don't get me wrong, I do love your natural essence" said, taking his shoulders to turn him to the bathtub. His blonde hair was still beautiful, there was no way to change that, but Alastor as a fine connoisseur knew for a fact that it wasn't as shiny as it used to be. Lucifer hasn't been taking care of it as well as it should. "But I think a bath is exactly what we both need."

"I got it already" said Lucifer, pouting.

Alastor laughed softly as he went to open the water. He noticed the lack of duckies lining up on the border, waiting to accompany Lucifer while he was washing himself. Despite the shampoo and other products put there, it looked utterly empty.

He was never as great a fan of them as Lucifer was, but their total absence was never an option. When he let the water run, Lucifer moved his fingers above so it would fill up a lot quicker. A gentle steam quickly started filling the bathroom. When the water started bubbling, Alastor's smile went wider.

"Oh, love, you still remember how I like it" commented, taking out his underwear that soon was going to join the burning pile of his old clothing before he slipped comfortably inside. He let out a big sigh, relaxing against the interior of the bathtub as he let himself submerge entirely down, eyes closed. When he came out again, he only did under his lips so everything else was still under. "In Heaven the water never gets this warmth."

"You poor baby" chuckled Lucifer, not entirely mocking as he petted the space between his antlers. Alastor was so content where he was he didn't bother with a scathing reply. He let a few bubbles he made with his mouth serve as enough communication. Lucifer smiled. "That must have been awful for you."

"A nightmare. It was cold all the time" agreed Alastor. He opened up an eye to arch an eyebrow towards Lucifer, resting his chin on a hand as his elbow stayed on the border. Making no effort whatsoever to get in. "What are you waiting for?"

Lucifer shook his head slightly.

"I missed seeing you, that is all" said with a shrug, standing up to take his own underwear and putting it on the dirty clothes bin on a side. Alastor followed up his movements all the way until he was back with him and then he sat up, offering his hand to help him. Lucifer laughed a little, amused. "I can enter on my own but thank you" said, taking it as he moved inside.

Alastor admired his hooves as they came in contact with the water, then his thighs, the stomach, the chest and at last his face, relaxing over the water before he went under for a bit to get his face wet.

"You know what" said Lucifer, moving his head from side to side with eyes closed. "I haven't done this in a long time. I am starting to think you had the right idea. This is nice. "

He was sitting over his own legs, but Alastor's hooves were still brushing against his thighs on each side. An unacceptable distance separated them, so Alastor took matters into his own hands and reached over to him. Lucifer opened up his eyes just in time to see him hold his face, joining their lips for a moment. Alastor brushed away any wandering strands of hair off his forehead. Lucifer's skin was always warm, but with the boiling water his lips were almost burning at the contact. Lucifer sighed again as he regarded it with a half lid look.

"Can we just sleep here?"

"No" said Alastor, nuzzling his cheek with his. He wondered if that was something that Lucifer did on the regular. "Turn around, I will get your back first."

"Fine" Lucifer did as much, yawning into his hand.

When they were reclining themselves against the sides, the level of the water reached below Alastor's chest so Lucifer had to elevate himself on his legs for his back to keep him underwater. As Alastor started working on his back using the soap directly, Lucifer cleaned his arms and front with a sponge he conjured up. Alastor massaged the shoulder until it was making a soft foam and then continued with his shoulder blades.

One of the marks of the wings he could conjure was there, shorter than his, above the one who followed around where the ribcage ended and finally the pair on his lower back. Such old scars were that Lucifer already didn't feel anything on them.

"I was wondering," commented suddenly. Lucifer made a noise to notice he was paying attention. "Isn't there a way to get rid of my wings permanently like the halo?"

"I am sorry, babe, but angelic wings are pure magic. They don't work like an arm or a leg that once is gone, is gone. You can control when they are out, though."

"I know that" Alastor sneared, his hands still going over them and around. His own tentacles were gathering the water to rinse it from down to up ", it just bothers me that they are still there."

"Mmm" Lucifer nodded. "How are you feeling in the area? Itchy? Sensitive?"

"Nothing when I touched it, no" He grunted. "I don't know how you can fly so easily. I hated every minute I had to do it."

"Well, it is different when you are just born with it and you just suddenly gain them out of nowhere. I can only imagine how uncomfortable that has to be" Lucifer chuckled when one of the tentacles made him lower his head, while the other dumped more water on his back, taking away all the foam on his body. "My turn" said, perking up.

Alastor shrugged. When Lucifer turned to receive the bar of soap from his hand, couldn't help to notice the half erection between his legs. The sudden realization that was even a possibility took him by surprise for a second. It had been so long since anything related to sex was a thought for him and Heaven wasn't especially eager to remind him either. But it made all the sense of the world that Lucifer would have that kind of reaction if they were both naked in the same space, he supposed.

He sat again with his front to the wall, as Lucifer started washing him. At the start he was doing just that, his long and skilled finger pressing where it was needed to massage his muscles as he went down and down. When the devil inevitably reached for his tail and had to grab it on his hand to rub the soap, Alastor released a sight as he laid his arms and then his chin against the border, feeling his tail twitch slightly. Lucifer snickered, his voice closer as he leaned forward to get at his shoulder and kiss it. Alastor hummed when he could feel the cock brushing against his lower back, no doubt full hard now. He couldn't help to arc a little against it when Lucifer dumped more water on him, getting rid of the soap.

"Al, can I…?"

"Yes" Alastor was sure now that the warmth on his face wasn't just from the steam. Ignoring that, he took the hand that Lucifer had put against the wall next to his head and directed it under water, towards his own member that hanged lifeless. It was never just about sex with Lucifer, so he didn't need the arousal to have it. "But take that away and use the other hole" He turned his head and kissed Lucifer's cheek, licking the red dot. "I want you inside."

Lucifer's whole body shivered for a second, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled big. If not for the intense golden blush on his face, any person could have guessed he was happy for receiving the best gift he had in decades. Just by seeing that, Alastor knew why he even said that in the first place. How could he ever refuse the opportunity of making Lucifer so happy with something that, for him, was so simple?

Lucifer nuzzled the crevice between his shoulder and neck, his one hand already between his legs seeming to press the member back into his body. By the movement of his body, Alastor knew the other hand of Lucifer was working on himself.

"That is it, babe" Lucifer nibbled his neck, his hand slipping between his new folds and opening them up. Alastor sighed against his arm when the familiar tingling started to spread from somewhere deep within him. "You always had the best pussy in all of hell. So pretty and warmth just for me."

"Lucifer" warned Alastor with a sneer, buckling against his fingers with a movement of his hips. "I already said yes. Just get on with it."

Lucifer chuckled against his skin.

"Sssh" The small shushing came with the workings of his hand, drawing circles and pressing on a point that had Alastor's legs twitching slightly. "I want to make sure you are all ready and prepared for me. You realize this means you are a virgin again? I have to honor that now."

"Seriously?" Alastor called his tentacles from his back, pushing Lucifer against him. He rubbed the head of the hardened cock slipping between his legs, making circles with his thumbs over the slit. "I assure you, my king, that I consider myself no virgin. There is no need to be so precious about something I never cared about in the first place" He used another tentacle to bring the chin of Lucifer up, so their lips could make full but brief contact. "We will have all of eternity to take our time, don't we, darling? Right now you must be wishing so badly to just let out, to claim me."

"Always" Lucifer sighed as he took hold of his waist, thrusting against Alastor's hand. He helped his cock to press against the little nub of Alastor with his own, making friction between each other. Alastor swallowed when he heard the throaty moan behind him. "I always want you, babe."

"Then don't make me wait too long." As soon he ended talking, Alastor felt himself being lifted in the air and then turned around.

Lucifer's magic lowered him gently back on the bathtub as Lucifer himself accommodate the long legs over his own shoulders. Alastor supported himself upwards using his tentacles as a pillow for his lower back, huffing until he found it comfortable and send to the other a half hearted glare. He could have warned him at least.

"As you wish, but at least I want to look at your pretty face while I do it," said Lucifer with a chuckle, moving forward.

"Even if the face is different?" asked Alastor, arching an eyebrow.

"You are still Alastor" pointed out Lucifer, as if that was a silly question. "That is all I need, baby."

He guided his cock to rub at the small center above Alastor's entrance before slipping it inside. Alastor couldn't keep his eyes away from following the slow disappearance of Lucifer inside his body. He took a quick, deep breath as he looked up, just in time for Lucifer lunch to kiss his open mouth, stealing the little whiny noises that Alastor failed to contain. The sensation was so weird for the lack of practice or because of the change in anatomy, but at the same time so familiar that it was almost obscene how natural it was to be connected that way.

He wrapped his arms around Lucifer's neck, not wanting to miss on every detail on the devil's mouth and swallow every portion of his flavor, as if getting his saliva on his bloodstream was going to prevent them ever turning apart. When Lucifer started moving, Alastor clung to his shoulder with claws out, digging into the white skin. His whole new parts were throbbing like a heart full of adrenalina before succumbing to a predator.

But there was no struggle here, nothing but against his own will to keep a head somewhat clear as Lucifer was moving faster, whispering praises that turned into grunts. Alastor reclaimed those on his tongue too, as they clearly belonged to him.

"Lucifer" managed to say, taking one of his hands to his own chest.

The fingers of Lucifer tangled themselves on his fluff, but he shook his head a little. That wasn't what he had in mind.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Alastor concentrated on what he wanted to do and kept the magic at the minimum to avoid any other mistake. His hand on top of Lucifers started moving when there was opposite pressure. When he looked again, two breasts had grown over his chest, bigger than he intended to, but soft and malleable like a real pair one would be. Lucky he still remembered the succubus form of Lucifer to take as reference for the tact and shape.

Admittedly, it was probably a stupid idea to try his new power on something like that for the first time in those circumstances. But when he saw the dazzled look on Lucifer's face, as if hypnotized by them, he could only be proud of his job. He directed the hand of Lucifer to touch them further.

"You like that, my king?" asked cheeky, already knowing the answer.

"Fuck yes" was the growling response, a puff of fire coming out for him before he buried his face between his new breast, covered in

Alastor let out a snort, amused that such a thing could have that reaction and thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let Lucifer have it again. But then Lucifer started going even faster, harder than before, to the point his mouth was constantly open for more noises that echoed against the walls of the bathroom. He bites down on the neck in front of him to try to contain them somewhat.

The golden blood that he tasted on his tongue made it even worse. That flavor that he could never conjure up in his dream revitalized his body like nothing else could, electrifying all his nerves at once so everything was amplified on every lick.

The thrusts of Lucifer felt more profound, the open mouth of Lucifer over his breast felt more intense, his bites more painful as if he was ripping entire chunks of meat out of his bones. Without any thinking mind to grab onto, Alastor grabbed Lucifer instead as his insides clamped down. His scream reverberated around him, shattering the mirror that his radio waves cracked.

Neither of them cared for the sound of broken glass falling to the floor. Lucifer especially was still relentless and Alastor had no choice but to hold at the borders of the bathtub, making pathetic whiny noises that he hated only seemed to encourage Lucifer further. When he tried to cover up his mouth, Lucifer took his hand away and held his chin in place to kiss him. Too late Alastor realized that he had bit his tongue down to feed him his blood again.

The ceramic of the bathtub he was holding on his other hand crushed under his fingers, bringing Lucifer closer. A violent spasm ran through his back again, immediately followed by another exploding right behind it. Only then the movements of Lucifer started to stutter and he let out a puff of red fire. Alastor's leg twitches when Lucifer falls on top of him, but that was about as much as he could bother to move.

"Pent up?" asked when he managed to speak.

Lucifer nodded against his clavicle. After a few more minutes, he kissed it gently and lifted an arm to pet his hair.

"Are you okay?"

"I… I am, actually" said, surprised himself nothing really hurt. He looked at the crack he had made on the bathtub and then his hand. "Darling, explain to me again what kind of powers you gave me."

"Essentially a copy of mine" Lucifer sighed, nuzzling his neck. "Not quite the same, but very close. You are probably one of the most powerful beings in all of hell now after me."

"I see" said Alastor, his mind going blank for a second.

Was that really it? He was really at that level? He had signed up for it and a contract never lies, it literally can't. At most could distort the truth, but if Lucifer was being direct then he had truly made his dream come true. Everything he ever worked all his time in hell was already his. He could kill, maim, devour, essentially do whatever is that he wanted to without ever fearing anyone else getting in his way. Nobody else above but his husband, and Lucifer would not stop him. Any restrictions that he ever had were gone. He could rule hell with an iron fist to his heart's content.

Why wasn't he more happy about that?

Why did it felt so empty?

"You will get used to it" commented Lucifer, thinking he was still processing the small wreckage he did without realizing.

With a snap of his fingers, the bathtub was back to normal and the shards of glass all over the floor floated back to the frame, all the crack disappearing. As he was making the hand gesture for that spell, Alastor took notice of the wound he had left and frowned.

"I bite you" pointed out, confused. He had bitten Lucifer before, but never enough to break skin. Everytime that they agreed Lucifer would let him drink from him, it was only possible with the help of an angelic knife or Lucifer's own claws. "Shouldn't that be impossible?"

"Ah, is that what it stings?" asked Lucifer casually, touching on his own wound to then lick his own blood. He let out a light chuckle. "Well, would you look at that. I guess since your intention wasn't to actually hurt me, the contract had that loophole to let you do that. Do you want me to keep it for the rest of the day?"

Alastor tilted his head until he got it. His powers were meant to be to protect his family, so as long he didn't went against that then it would still allow him to affect them. He looked over back to injury on Lucifer and something about the idea of the king of hell walking around with a mark left by his own hand somehow managed to rise above any confusion plaguing him.

"Keep it" answered instantly.

Lucifer chuckled. He lifted his hand so it wouldn't bleed anymore, and Alastor groaned, slapping it away to bring Lucifer closer again. His legs locked him up around the waist, keeping him inside and unmoving as he licked him, suckling against the skin. Lucifer put a hand on the back of his head, but didn't do anything to stop him until Alastor himself finished with a few small licks. The comfort and gentle warmth that always accompanied his blood relaxed him once again, kissing the area in a silent thanks.

"Did you have enough already, big guy?" asked Lucifer playfully. Alastor nodded, kissing his neck and hugging him tight. "I love you too."

Alastor hummed pleasantly as he let himself just enjoy this. This quiet, serene moment that could only dream of in Heaven and now was his for the rest of his life. There was nothing empty about this. It made all his dreams of power seem so small, almost irrelevant in comparison.

The water had gotten cold and a good portion had ended up in the floor around them. Lucifer had to refill it again and warm it up so they could clean themselves again. Alastor was glad to find out that he could make the enlarged breast disappear on his own, ignoring the pouty mouth of Lucifer. The new parts between his legs could be hidden just by using pants, that other addition could not.

But now that he knew the effect they could have, and he could do it on his own, at least he was open to trying them on again. For now, they both needed to finish washing up their heads to only then come out. Alastor put on a towel on his waist and nothing else as Lucifer used his robe on top, another towel wrapped around his head to dry the hair.

As they passed in front of the mirror, Alastor threw a glance to himself. How did Lucifer manage to get used to seeing him like that so quickly, he didn't know, but to him it still felt strange.

After Lucifer borrowed him some underwear to hear, Alastor picked up his old clothing and sniffed them, instantly feeling the difference. A disgusting holy smell that actually made him gag for a moment. Is that how he had been smelling until then? How did Lucifer resist it with a straight face? Although he didn't know how he smelled now either.

"Bye, bye, Heaven, and I may never see you again" sang happily, making all the clothing into a big pile and burning them between his hands. The green fire extended even above his head. A pre-recorded audience celebrated the action as he dumped it out of the window, seeing it all being consumed without leaving a speck of ashes behind. "Now I feel so much better without that horrible burden!" declared with a sight, taking a deep breath. "It smells awful! Just like home should be! Ah, my love, who needs early birds when you have screams as those one to receive you in the morning!"

Lucifer chuckled, hugging his middle from behind. He kissed the space between his shoulder blade and stayed resting his forehead there. Alastor searched for one of his hands and held it on his, taking on the chaotic, horrible, polluted, comforting view of hell from that room with the devil. What else could a man ever want?

"Babe."

"Yes, dear?"

"Would you marry me again?"

Alastor snorted at that and turned around. He lifted the face of Lucifer to caress his cheek, looking at his happy and still tired face. What a silly little man he was.

"My, my, Lucifer, anyone would say that your sin is actually greed instead of pride" commented with a smirk, arching an eyebrow. "You have my soul, my body, the rest of my whole existence and now you even want my hand in unholy marriage? Are you ever going to be satisfied, my love?"

"With you? Never" Lucifer grinned, covering Alastor's hand to hold them on his. "Come on, we could do it properly this time. No weird conditions, no soul requirement and no benders. Just us. Charlie can be part of that story to tell to her own children someday. Or, well, whoever she wants! It doesn't have to be anything extravagant, it could be as small as whatever we want it to be."

Alastor sighed, bending down to kiss his forehead. Lucifer closed his eyes briefly at the gentle contact. Looking at him like that, Alastor already knew what he wanted to do.

"If you really want a different story, maybe this time I can be the one to propose?" suggested, trailing his knuckles under his neck to caress the bite that the robe didn't completely cover. Now he understood what Lucifer felt when he was the one doing the marking. He hoped he still felt that seeing the new ones over his body. "But it will be under the circumstances and moment of my choosing. Then you can say yes to me."

"Let me guess. You won't tell me when you decide to do it."

"Not a single word" promised Alastor, lifting his face up as he bends to find his lips. "A surprise you won't ever see coming if I have any say on it" added against his lips, feeling the smile of Lucifer get larger too.

"Alright" said, kissing him back as he put his hand on his waist again. "Do your worst then."

"Don't I always?"

That time they both snickered together. Lucifer was still laughing as he got on the tip of his toes to reach his mouth, licking his teeth to ask for permission to enter. Alastor was about to give it when a knock on the door paralyzed the two of them.

"Papa" called the voice of Charlie.

"Oh, shit" whispered Lucifer, cringing. "I forgot."

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i984 · 2 years

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Signing off...

Hello! I want to start this post by telling you guys something really interesting...

Tl;dr: I'm taking a break for a month due to severe stress and performance anxiety, plus college and work is kicking me in the arse, but do send requests and prompts in because I need to write them FLUFF to get rid of the stress. Love ya!

So a month ago I stumbled upon a really amazing writer here on tumblr dearest, and I immediately fell in love with their work. It was so well written, and I couldn't comprehend the fact that it was the first ever story they've ever written and they wrote it under such circumstances that if I were to be put in their position, I can guarantee I wouldn't even be able to string a coherent sentence.

Anyway, that really got me thinking.

It's been two months since I first started writing, and revisiting old works of mine reveals something along the lines of "I'm not improving," and "I'm not creative."

It's been a problem I seem to notice, is that I struggle a lot with characterization (ESPECIALLY this) and pacing, among other things that makes me view my works mostly as blegh.

I know comparing is probably not the best way to develop, and I wouldn't say I'm envious of people's talents (because it's obvious some people are just so great at stuff lmao) but it's more like I'm disappointed in myself I guess(?)

In the collective 20 works that I've published over the two months, I still can't fully grasp what works and what doesn't with the Fandom, and I can't quite identify nor fix the problems in my writings. Combined with the burn out, this makes writing a very painful process for me even though I really want to enjoy it.

I rely very heavily on external validations and to see that in the midst of the dead Fandom (when compared to when it's at its peak), people can still garner almost 1k notes in the span of a week (and I can see why it's very well loved), posting here just makes me so stressed when I shouldn't even be.

It got so bad to the point I have trouble breathing every time I think about writing, and although now it doesn't happen as often, the performance anxiety is pretty much there.

Work, as well as college too has been a pretty great contributor for my stress and to put writing on top of that is just excruciating for me.

And that's why I'm taking a break!

It'll probably a month break like how I've stated in previous post, because it's become apparent I need rest LMAO

Thank you so much for the support you guys have shown and sent my way, I want to say that I really appreciate it! Honestly I wouldn't get this far without you guys, I love you so much!

I've set some reblogs for other creator's works while I'm gone, because I've been meaning to read but I just haven't found the opportunity for it. People here make such great works <3

If you guys have any requests, PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO SEND THEM IN. I know this might feel contradictory but as I pointed out, I'm not really imaginative or creative, and I really want to write things, but most of the time I cant come up with anything or what I think is good isn't what you guys want (I know I still have a bunch of requests sitting around, but like I said I write when inspiration struck me).

So yes, send requests in so that I can do some writing during the break, and hopefully come back with a bunch of requests already done and ready to post!

Also, if you guys make it this far, I've got a surprise for you which is I'm finally trying to work on the series I've been planning to do since January HAHA! We'll have to see where it takes me but right now I have so much ideas running around in my brain and not enough waking hour in the day to develop and write it.

How do you guys feel about lord crime v.s. master detective trope BECAUSE I AM CRAZY ABOUT IT.

I'll see you guys when I do :) Love you! ❤

Special thanks to:

@missmonsters2 and @robiin-buckley for being the people who literally BURNS my heart with the desire and give me the courage to write, I wouldn’t be here without you 🥺💘

@ocyrus for being my first ever anon, I cannot stress how much I owe you <3

@tulipsbymybed for hyping me up when I first started and when I thought my work is a shitshow.

@vorsdanysstuff for being the first person to reblog my stuff and says some very very nice things about it and gave me more confidence to write, and also. For finding me and being the love of my life. I treasure you with my whole being.

@wol-fica for feeding me with cat pictures and being my lovely wife who misses me when I'm gone and makes picrews of us together, I love you so much 💓

@maryannecrimsworth for noticing my username and for loving my blogs questionable aesthetic, and for talking to me about dystopia and being my favorite lil bro!

@cursedchar for being the awkward mutual at first but now we spew chaos every where and every time we talk and interact. Honestly, you bring the wild side in me out to the world. Still hate your angsty stuff tho.

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@ricosnumber1fan for being there in most of my works. I still think about you and scroll through your comments and reblogs. You're the best (second to sourdough tho).

@theflamboyantshadow for always leaving amazing comments under my posts, you are the sweetest person ever and I really wish you a great fucking life. Love you.

@iamnicodemus for writing that dragon Wednesday fic... and LEAVING THE MOST FLATTERING REBLOGS. ILYSM AND. you always make me smile when I think of you LMAO

@literally everybody else who've single handedly kept me alive and well on this site, I appreciate all your little asks, reblogs, comments, likes, and just UGH my heart aches for every single one of you.

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dreamywriter143 · 1 year

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-Burn, Unrequited love, Love-Triangle/Square?, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDNI), Romance.

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on) Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word count: 3.2k

Chapter Nine: No Beginning. No End.

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~Y/N's POV~

My legs carry me across the sand, a smile on my face. After weeks of excruciating pain and constant worry over impressing my mother I was finally able to pass the test with flying colors. All that hard work had paid off. I sigh out loud, feeling my muscles relax after what felt like forever.

~Flashback~

"I'm very proud of you daughter" mother whispers embracing me tightly in her arms. I take in her scent. It feels like forever since I've been in the comfort of her arms. It felt warm, it seemed to fill me with life. "Thank you mother. I'm glad" I reply back looking up into her eyes. It was filled with warmth, warmth I missed over the past few weeks.

As I pull away mother caresses my face in worry, her finger tracing the black circles under my eyes. "I'm sorry my child. I didn't mean to put you through so much hardship" she says guilt taking over her features.

It's true that I've held a slight grudge against her, but at the end of the day all this training was for my people. Who need me. "It's fine mother, I caught up on my trainings and I've completed my test. That's all that matters" I say forcing a smile.

Truth be told I missed my sister, I missed the Sully's. It felt like forever since I've talked to them, been near them. I couldn't approach them when our eyes made contact due to mothers reoccurring glare . I didn't want her to become hostile towards them if I were to lose focus.

I was worried and felt sick to my stomach thinking they might loath me for missing so many lessons. Hearing their praises from Tsireya when I was able to stay awake during dinners felt like a stab to my heart. They were accomplishing so much and I wasn't even there.

Ever since mother has been pestering me with training I have been also actively avoiding Ao'nung. I knew he was the reason for the extra lessons. He didn't deserve a word from me. I would avoid him when he approached me, acting as though he didn't exist. He betrayed me.

"Y/N" mother calls softly, catching me mid day dream. "I'd like you to resume lessons with...the children" mother says softly, my eyes widening.

"R-really?" I ask confused and shocked at the same time.

"Yes. I was worried you'd neglect your duties for them. I was wrong. You may resume" she says making me smile. I noticed a slight softness when she spoke of the Sully's, something must have changed. What was it?

"Are you sure? I've heard they've been accomplishing a lot. I'll aid in whatever way I can. But why are you allowing this?" I ask tilting my head. I catch mother glance at a basket filled with oysters she had gathered from earlier today, when I was busy with the elders.

"Ever since Ewya gave you to me I knew you were special. The way you interacted with nature, with Ewya...was unlike anything I've ever seen" she says a smile adorning her features. "It seems as though the eldest daughter...Kiri shares that same gift as you dear".

"Really?" I ask, I knew I felt some sort of connection with Kiri. Is this a sign? Proof?

"When I was gathering oysters today, I saw her interact with the many creatures of the sea, just like you." she says making me realize, she was beginning to accept them! The thought of that brought overwhelming joy.

~Flashback end~

Giggling to myself I continue the walk, feeling the breeze. After mother's approval of me hanging around them I excused myself for a walk right after dinner. I needed the fresh air. I look down at the sand watching my footsteps disappear behind me.

I wonder if the Sully's missed me. Have they noticed I was gone? Did they hate me now? Did Neteyam, think differently. All these thoughts made me frown.

Unknowingly I realize I'm at the sand bank where I had met up with Neteyam all those night ago. Feeling my heart clench I begin to turn back home only to notice a figure sitting on the sand, his head hung low. I slowly approach the boy cautiously.

"Neteyam?"

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~Third Person POV~

At the sound of his name Neteyam looks up, his eyes catch those beautiful E/C eyes he's missed so much, not thinking the Na'vi stands up, taking two long strides to stand in front of her.

"Y/N" he breathes out, her scent hit him like a large wave as he looked at her, really looked at her.

He takes her hands into his, inspecting her from top to bottom. Tiny scratches littered her body, her hands being the most effected. Scratches and calluses decorated her delicate hands, Neteyam was afraid to hold to tightly. He left her face for last, her sunken eyes, the dark circles and the visible difference in her weight was astonishing.

He felt like a part of him had been ripped in half. "You look ill" he whispers, his hands still held hers, afraid if he let go she'd disappear. She chuckles, her eyes looking up into his. How much she missed staring into them, the yellow hues that would take her breath away.

"Where were you?" he mummers leaning in, unable to get enough of her scent, unable to get enough of her presence. Proof that she was actually there, not just an imagination in his head.

"Mother, she......I had to make up for what I missed" Y/N whispers back, feeling overwhelmed. She felt her eyes sting, she didn't know why but seeing Neteyam, seeing the worry behind those beautiful eyes made the girl want to cry.

All the exhaustion she'd been holding down, resurfacing. Neteyam watch's her, one hand leaving hers to hold her cheek, gently caressing her cheek.

"Ao'nung-" Neteyam clenches his jaw "-saw me come late that night. Though I managed to divert his misunderstanding he concluded that being around your family would be bad for me and my future as Tsahik" she explains.

Neteyam felt rage radiate throughout his body, all of a sudden Y/N felt cold as his hands had left her body, he was afraid he would unintentionally hurt her so he pulled his hands away, keeping them on his side.

"That skxawng... should I speak to him?" Neteyam says through gritted teeth making Y/N look to him in fear. "No! please Neteyam, it'll make things worse. I've passed my test. It was all worth it. I'm not on speaking terms with Ao'nung anymore. So please forget it" Y/N pleads making Neteyam sulk a little.

He would do anything for the girl, and he knew it.

Y/N takes his hands into hers, taking him down with her to sit on the sand. She desperately wanted to change the subject, talking about Ao'nung just brought of the fact her loving older brother had betrayed her, betrayed her trust.

"How is everyone? Has anyone missed me" Y/N asks looking at Neteyam's hands. He stares at her, feeling his anger slowly melt away. He wouldn't forgive Ao'nung, but right now he wanted to savor this moment.

"I've missed you" he says making her look up, a cheeky smile twitching on her lips. "Oh really? And here I was missing your entire family. Guess they didn't notice me gone" she teases making Neteyam roll his eyes in mock annoyance. "Me missing you isn't good enough?" He asks making Y/N shake her head.

"No, it's enough. It's more then enough. I've missed you...all of you" She squeezes his hands making a heat surge through him.

"Tuk has been missing you terribly. She thought you didn't like us anymore" Neteyam says making Y/N's eyes widen in horror. "No way! That's what I was afraid of....." she screeches worry itching into her being. Neteyam is quick to calm her down. "Don't worry, Dad cleared things up. It's all ok, he told us about what you said to him earlier today. Everyone is just worried about you. That's all" he assures.

Y/N relaxes a bit, glancing at the sea. "I hear your a master at riding Iiu. I'm impressed. How's your signing?" Y/N asks as Neteyam shrugs.

"Not bad, other then what you've thought me I've learned from Tsireya and Roxto. I've also managed to pick up a lot from the locals" he explains as Y/N giggles. Neteyam felt his breath hitch. How long has it been since her heard her giggle. Since her heard that lovely sound, he prayed he could hear it again.

"How's your breathing?" She asks making him puff up his chest. "Great! Tsireya says we've improved a lot" he says proudly making Y/N raise an eyebrow. It was true, their breathing had improved a lot. Tsireya seemed happiest over that accomplished above all else when she spoke of them.

"Ok, show me" Y/N says moving her hands from his hands to his chest. Immediately his heart rate quickened under her touch. Y/N laughs at this.

"Your heartbeat is still irregular 'Mr. My Breathing Is So Great' " Y/N mocks receiving a annoyed glare. "How can I calm down! It's making me nervous....being in the s-spotlight and all" Neteyam lies. He knew his breathing was good. He just needed to divert his attention away from her warm hands.

"Sorry, ok. How about we try calming down together? Ready?..." Y/N mummers moving one of her hands to her own chest, Neteyam following the moment.

"The way of water has no beginning, and no end. The sea is around you, and in you.-" she says soothingly. Even though she was so close to him, one of her hands on his chest. Listening to her voice Neteyam felt himself relax.

"-The sea is your home before your birth. And after your death. Our hearts beat in the womb of the world. Our breath burns in the shadows of the deep.....-" Y/N nods encouragingly at his breathing clams down significantly.

"-The sea gives, and the sea takes, water connects all things. Life to death. Darkness to light" Y/N finishes still staring at Neteyam. A smile spreads across her face at his accomplishment.

"I'm impressed Neteyam. You've learned a lot!"

~~~~~~~~~Time Skip to Next Day~~~~~~~~

Tsireya groans sitting up from her mat. Yesterday was filled with activities that made her body ache in protest. Letting out a huge yawn she stretched, her eyes shut tight enjoying how her body cracked from the stiffness. When she opened her eyes she was caught off guard seeing her sister staring at her smiling wide.

"Ah!!!" She squeals jolting at the sudden appearance.

Y/N giggles at her sister who takes a few moments to calm herself down. "W-what are you doing! You totally caught me off guard!" Tsireya complains laughing along with her sister. She felt like it's been ages since she's actually seen her sister up close.

"You should have seen your face!!" Y/N says ruffling Tsireya's already messy bed head. The younger sister grumbles taking her older sisters hands into her own, being mindful of the cuts. "What are you doing? Do you have training today as well?" Tsireya asks. She tried her hardest to sound happy. She wanted her sister to finish her training. But not being able to spend time with her made her feel so depressed. She prayed she was done with her training.

"Welllll....guess what" Y/N says leaning in, getting curious Tsireya also leans in and Y/N whispers into her ear. "I passed the test" she says in a teasing tone. Tsireya's eyes widen as she launches herself into her older sisters arms. "Are you serious!!! Oh my Ewya. That is amazing news! I'm so proud of you!!!!" Tsireya squeals loudly.

Y/N hugs her sister back, lovingly. She truly felt blessed right now.

"Wait!" Tsireya pulls back looking at her. "Does that mean you'll get to join us today?" She asks, full of hope. Y/N nods making Tsireya jump up and down with joy. She pulls her sister up on her feet pushing her towards the door. "Everyone will be so excited!! Let's go!!!" Y/N laughs following her sister. Quickly freshening up on the way Y/N jogs behind her sister. Unable to contain her excitement.

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"You're not joining us today?" Lo'ak asks Kiri who nods walking out of the Marui. Neteyam follows the duo holding back a smile.

"Why? We are almost done. Tsireya will be upset if you don't come" Lo'ak warns. For the past couple of weeks the younger Metkayinan Na'vi had grown on him. With how much she was helping him and his family, Lo'ak couldn't help but appreciate her.

"I wanted to just...chill for the day. You know, take it easy?" Kiri says not wanting to go through another breathing lesson. She had aced that since the beginning. She just wanted to explore, see the unending beauty the sea offered.

"You'll want to go today" Neteyam pipes up out of no where making his siblings look at him in question. He simply shrugs, pushing past them to make his way to their meeting spot. Kiri and Lo'ak share a confused look before following the older Na'vi.

"Why? Is today special?" Kiri asks trying to keep up with her brothers large strides. Lo'ak catches up, catching his brother's wide smile. He hasn't smiled like that in a while. It was carefree and genuinely happy. Before he could put the pieces together he realized they've arrived to their original meeting spot.

"Good morning!!" A voice calls, the Sully's immediately recognize Tsireya's voice as they walk closer. But upon further inspection, Kiri and Lo'ak freeze. Behind Tsireya, a head peers out. Lo'ak feels his breath hitch seeing that it's Y/N.

"Y-Y/N-"

"Y/N!!!" Kiri screams running past her frozen brother, towards Y/N.

Y/N fully steps out, her arms open wide welcoming Kiri's hug as she crashes into her. Neteyam smiles fondly at the scene. He stood next to Tsireya as he peered at the duo.

Last night before they parted ways Y/N had informed him that due to her good behavior and her passing the test. Her mother would allow her to hang out them and continue lessons again. All morning Neteyam was bubbling with excitement knowing his siblings would be ecstatic upon seeing her.

Kiri is the first to pull back, looking at Y/N from top to bottom. "Oh my Ewya, look at you! You are beaten up!!" She says worriedly, turning Y/N's head in every direction possible to look for more cuts or bruises that might be hidden. Though Y/N was older then her, right now Kiri felt like a mother bird flocking over her child.

Neteyam turns to his brother, who slowly walks towards the girls.

Neteyam frowned at how awe-stricken Lo'ak looked, but he shrugged it off as being shocked by Y/N's sudden presence. Y/N gives Kiri's shoulder a reassuring squeeze telling her she is fine before turning to Lo'ak.

Y/N beams at the boy, he seemed to have grown a little since the last time she saw him, and it's only been a few weeks! He looked a bit taller, he arms a little more defined with all that new swimming. Y/N goes to Lo'ak expecting a lecture like she had received from Kiri, but to her shock the younger Na'vi pulls the surprised girl in for a hug. He squeezes her tightly against him, taking in her scent.

"You're back...." He whispers making Tsireya slightly stiffen. The action does not go unnoticed by Neteyam, who is equally stiff at his brothers sudden embrace. He saw how tightly he held her, the way one hand wrapped around her waist and other hand cradled her head. Lo'ak seemed to be in his own world as Neteyam felt his ears twitch in annoyance.

Y/N pulls away looking Lo'ak with a smile. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" She giggles fully pulling away. Tsireya watches the separated duo, clearing her throat she opens her mouth.

"Lo'ak, Y/N passed her-"

"You have no idea how much we missed you! How much i missed you..." Lo'ak says, interrupting Tsireya. He practically ignored her, his eyes solely on Y/N. He desperately wanted to tell her how much he had accomplished during her absence. He also didn't want her to disappear again.

Neteyam goes to stand beside Lo'ak, feeling slightly uncomfortable with how familiar Lo'ak was acting towards Y/N.

"I've missed you all as well! I've heard you guys have learned so much! I'm so sorry for missing it.....Where is Tuk? I wanted to give her this bracelet I made!" Y/N says pulling out pouch she had tied near her waist belt. She pulls out three bracelets, similar to the one she wore herself. She hands one to Kiri who graciously accepts and immediately puts it on. "It's beautiful Y/N!!" She gushes twirling it in the sunlight. The seashells and pearls glittered under the sunlight.

Y/N then turns to Tsireya, handing her one as well. Tsireya accepts the gift, a forced smile on her features. She simply takes it, not putting in on. Y/N furrows her eyebrows in question. She was acting differently, but why? Before she can ask what was wrong Kiri grabs her hand tugging it.

"Y/N, Tuk is in the hut. C'mon. Let's go give it to her! She'll be so happy" Kiri encourages.

Holding the bracelet close to her, Y/N glances at Tsireya and Neteyam, as if waiting for their permission. Tsireya nods back, still looking quite tense. Neteyam offers a tiny smile, he didn't want to hog her presence when everyone else has been missing her.

"Of course. Tuk was missing you the most" Neteyam says receiving a eye roll from Lo'ak. Everyone knew Neteyam was missing Y/N more then anyone. He was that obvious.

"Thanks! See you guys later!" Y/N giddily follows after Kiri. Jogging towards the hut.

"Great, now she's gone..." Lo'ak sighs out deciding to leave. He was looking forward to lessons, but after seeing Y/N and being unable to spend more time with her Lo'ak felt his motivation from earlier disappear.

"Where are you going?" Neteyam asks, slightly pulling him back. Lo'ak shrugs his hands off. "To chill, what else?" He replies leaving Neteyam and Tsireya alone. Neteyam glances at the quite girl. She looks up offering a tiny smile before excusing herself as well leaving him alone.

Neteyam sighs out loud. He looks towards the sea making some clicking sounds. His Iiu peered out of the water as he mounts her for a much needed ride.

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As stated in the tags, this will be a love Triangle/square. I kind of figured who Y/N will end up with but I would also love different opinions, if the requests are high enough I might write some alternate endings!

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