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KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

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troubletimestwo · 4 years

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Why I think Luz’s Palisman will be a snake, a Thread:

The first animal we see Luz holding is a snake. She is genuinely calm around the creature and overall unafraid when the other snakes go rogue. Though the snakes don’t attack her, just the people who do not understand her. This is, of course, a gag, but also it could have a deeper implication, possibly suggesting an unseen connection

Snakes are often misunderstood in media and pop culture. Most snakes are actually harmless to people and almost all of them never attack unless provoked. They are quite curious creatures and love to explore. Plus a lot of them can have very quirky or sassy personalities. Do these traits sound familiar? Because Luz is very curious, fun, misunderstood, and a lil feisty.

From what we can tell, Luz’s mom is a nurse. Luz has constantly been seen applying band aids to things. Even if there is no direct correlation between this repeated action and her mother, we know that Luz is caring, gentle, and very healing by nature. Well, what is a universal symbol of medicine? The staff of Hermès, which bares two snakes, and was given to him by Apollo, the god of healing. Think about the last in person conversation she has with her mother, where Camila even admits to Luz’s only friends being “reptilian”

Like owls, snakes eat rodents, frogs, bugs, and other small critters. They hold similar spots in the food chain/ecosystem so it makes sense that Eda’s pupil would have a palisman that is equal but different to her own

Snakes aren’t all about strength. They’re mostly about strategy and knowing when to strike, which is the type of quick thinking/intuition that Luz has shown time and again

One of the first potions Eda has Luz sell was Snake Oil

Snakes are cool and kinda flashy and I think Luz would stan having a snake

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

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palettepainter · 3 years

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**Might be obvious from the last drawing in this post but Winter is trans male in my NGAU. When I first saw Winters design I couldn't tell if they where a boy or girl, I eventually decided Winter was a guy, but I thought it'd be interested to write him as a trans male! This is my first time writing for a trans character, if anyone wants to offer tips so that I can write him more accurately in my AU please feel free to suggest tips! Also no hate please, if you've got hate for LGBTQ+ people you're not welcome on any of my social medias** Been in a big headcannon mood these last few days so I've just been spitting out headcannon ideas for the Zoophobia gang! Mostly headcannons for the actual Zoophobia characters, not my NG's, but we'll see if any new ideas for them come to mind Sum more stuff with the vampire sisters, this time with Pepper! And her boyfriend Winter -Pepper co runs a Species Appreciation Club alongside her sister Bambi, her older sister Fransesca and dear old dad are supporters (more info on that here). Pepper specializes in prompting the clubs message of all species acceptance and inter-species couples through the clubs social media. Very peppy and chipper to match with her rare color mutation, vampires are typical not so colorful. As well as working at the Species Acceptance center she also has a small part time job alongside her friend Summer at Camilla's dance studio, where she works on the weekends. -Pepper kinda never grew out of her obsessive boy phase, she's always been star struck at the idea of love. All vampires have a natural instinct to find a host for food, being blood, and thus most vampires often disguise themselves are regular creatures in order to get close to a selected victim. The instinct has since become less deadly and dangerous for Pepper and her sisters, but she still has a teenie obsession over boys. Peppers in the past has had a crush on Zill, Jackson, Tom and Taylor - all of which she wrote about dreamily in her diary, watched them from afar (not creepy at all Peppers) and may or may not have made teenie shrines for them each. Peppers think's she's very good at hiding her affections, but she's so obvious. Painfully obvious -Now onto Winter: Winter at birth was named North,born a feisty girl with determination bigger then most adults had. He was a lil snot. During her early teen years he was very withdrawn and unhappy and he never knew why, he became pretty boisterous, the confusion and unhappiness leading to him developing a snappy temper. With the support of close friends he'd made in sport class and his family he was able to come out as a trans male, and eventually had his top surgery. Winter knew Pepper back when he was still called North, he saw a lot of his sister Summer in Peppers so ended up becoming unconsciously closer to her. Peppers is chatty, and obnoxious and sometimes a bit of an airhead, but perhaps Winter didn't find her so annoying. When Winter came to the realization he was unhappy with his body and his gender, he ended up shyly opening up to Peppers - he still feared bringing up something so serious to his dad and siblings, and despite his tough hotshot character he put up, he really wanted to find a supportive friend in Peppers. He asks shyly if Peppers could refer to him by male pronouns, just to try it out. Peppers does so without further questions, her unquestioning support is a welcome wave of relief to Winter, who learns he can open up parts of himself to Pepper's he wouldn't show to his actual family. Eventually with Peppers support Winter opens up, and his family where very understanding. His dad was a little uncultured in the topic of trans gender, but read up on the topic and had many talks with Winter to make sure he understood everything. I love the idea of Pepper's being very eager to both help and learn from Winter's transitioning. Pride is non existent in traditional vampire clans, and Pepper's had always been interested in LQBTQ and all the stuff people would do to celebrate/support its members. She was the one who helped Winter pick out his new name It's during Winter's transitioning and after his top surgery do the two start to develop a crush on each other, Winter is still a hothead and so doesn't really know how to talk mushy stuff, thinking it's embarrassing. It didn't help that Pepper was so stupidly bad at hiding her crush on him, which made him just feel more awkward. Peppers in the end asked him out because he was too shy to make the first move, and after much stammering and flustered deer bleeting Winter agreed to go on a date. Peppers ended up treating him to a day out...at the spa. They had a face mask, massage, their hair done, got new clothes - Winter will never admit he felt very relaxed after the date, Peppers thought a day out at the spa would be a nice calm way to celebrate Winter's transitioning, knowing that Winter wasn't the biggest fan of parties she tried to keep it more chill These two give me Sandy and Danny vibes from Grease (Also it's not very clear in this but Peppers is a smidge bit taller then Winter) -During his transitioning Winter also received support from his close friend Orion, who he became competitive pals with back in ZP. Orion is so so proud of Winter, literally cried for Winter when he had his top surgery. Winter is endlessly embarrassed by his goof best friends fussing, but he appreciates the fact that Orion was happy for him. -Winter also works at the Species Acceptance Club, and is a fierce supporter for the acceptance of inter-species relationships and LGBTQ kids, Winter is actually very keen to educate confused kids about LGBTQ, since he knows personally what the feeling is like. He is fiercely supportive and protective of young kids that come to the center for advice, especially if the kids don't have anywhere to turn to. Winter may be brash but he can be calm when he needs to, he insists that those kids will always have a warm meal and support at the center (he will punch a person if they say something against LGBTQ if he is in ear shot, no hesitation-) DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/COPY/TRACE MY ART

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nalgenewhore · 4 years

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masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

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“Ress, Ress, wait,” Elide exclaimed, skittering to a stop as she tried to turn the corner. Her soft spoken bodyguard had been acting strangely ever since they had invited Fenrys to the palace.

He reluctantly stopped, not meeting her eyes. “Hey, Elide.” Ress slunk away when she tried to touch his shoulder and she dropped her hand, a little pathetically.

She tried to smile, tilting her head to the side, “I-I feel like no one’s seen you for ages, Ress. You know, if there’s ever something wrong, you can talk to me about it.”

“Not about this,” he whispered. Ress looked down the hall, looking for a way to leave.

Elide tried again, not ready to just let him leave, “Was it your boy?” She had a slight smile in her voice, trying to get a rise out of him or at least make him blush. His kind eyes hardened and she knew she had said the wrong thing. “Wait, Ress, please, I’m sorry- I-I didn’t mean to–”

“Elide.” He said, his voice hard, brooking no room for argument. “I don’t want to talk about this and definitely,” he huffed a icy laugh, “definitely not with you, so please. Leave me alone.” Ress brushed by her without another word, walking quickly down the hall.

Elide stood in shock, trying not to cry. After too long, she walked over to her old rooms, which they were fixing up for Fenrys. She nodded and tried to smile at the painters, whispering greetings to them.

She sidled up to Lysandra, who was directing movers. “Hey.”

Lysandra’s warm grin fell at Elide’s expression, “Hey, lovie. Wh-what’s wrong?” She ran a soothing hand down Elide’s back.

“I think something happened with Ress and his boy and he- I think it’s my fault but I don’t know why,” Elide said, trying to not cry by tilting her face upwards.

“How could it be your fault, El,” Lysandra asked, putting down her tablet. “He just wants a little space right now, I’m sure.”

Elide nodded, not believing her friend in the slightest, but hoping she was right all the same.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan’s phone rang and he didn’t bother looking at the caller before he picked it up, “Hello?”

“Lor, is that you, you fuckin’ bastard?”

A lazy grin pulled at his lips and he sat back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk, “Marama.”

Fenrys laughed brightly and Lorcan could almost see his friend’s shit-eating grin. “Heard you're trying to steal some poor girl’s throne, hmm? Seems fitting for Hellas’ spawn.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, and you’re the poor guy they called to slap a ring on her pretty lil’ finger.”

“Ooh, she’s pretty?”

Elide Lochan was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but Lorcan kept that to himself. “She’s… nice to look at.”

“Mmm, is that jealousy?”

Lorcan felt something grow in his chest and he swallowed, some of his joking swagger leaving him, “Have at her, Fen. She’s feisty. I think you’ll like her.”

Fenrys chuckled again, “Tell me again how many times she’s slapped you. It brings me such joy.”

“Sadist,” Lorcan grumbled, rubbing his forehead. “And twice. The first was an accident.”

“And the second?”

His cheeks burned and he was grateful he was in his rooms with no one around, “I… uh, I might’ve called her ‘sweetheart’ or something.”

“Hellas save you, man. You really are a fucking dumbass.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes again, “I realise that, Fen. When’s your plane getting in, anyway?”

The man on the end of the line hummed, “Mmm, in a couple days. Did you know I get a fancy room at the palace?”

“Yeah, well, me too,” Lorcan shot back, smiling smugly. “You aren’t that special.” Fenrys just huffed and something crossed Lorcan’s mind, “Hey, weren’t you talking to some guy? What, ah, what are you doing about that?”

“I ended it,” Fenrys said in a nonchalant voice. “He seemed fine with it, so no feelings were hurt, I guess.”

“And what about you? Are you fine with it?”

“Couldn’t be more fine with it.”

“Mmm, whatever you say, Fen.”

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Elide ran down the hall, trying to go as quickly as possible. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered, trying not to tip over in her three-inch heels. She was running as fast as she could, but her strides were shortened by her tight, fitted houndstooth skirt and the matching coat she carried in her arms.

She attempted to slow down when she turned the corner into the foyer, but ended up sliding and windmilling her arms. Elide crashed into Rowan, groaning softly, “Shit, sorry, Ro.” She shrugged her coat on, flipping her hair out from under the collar. “How do I look?”

“Ravishing,” said a new voice, one she had never heard before. Elide spun, her eyes landing on a beautiful man. “If I may say so myself.”

“You must be Fenrys,” she replied, her cheeks burning. She surveyed him from head to toe. He had cut off his dreads, his hair now bleached blonde and shaved close to his skull. It was styled in a meticulous, 360° wave pattern, which no doubt took years of mastering.

Fenrys smiled, his cheek dimpling, and then he bowed, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Elide. I am humbled that you think someone like me could be your knight in shining armor.”

Elide liked him immediately and laughed, holding out her hand for him to shake, “I am forever in your debt, good sir.” His hand was large and warm, his grip not too tight and not too loose. Perfect. “How was your trip from Doranelle?”

“Oh, uneventful, I’d say. Lovely plane you’ve got,” he said, flashing her another grin. Fenrys’ dark eyes had a cheeky gleam in them that Elide instantly adored.

“Oh, that old thing?” she asked flippantly. “That’s just something we have lying around.” Fenrys laughed, the sound warm and booming as it echoed through the hall. Elide smiled, turning back to Aelin and Rowan, who were in the midst of exchanging a secret glance. “Your Majesties, Fenrys Marama.”

Fenrys bowed to Aelin, “My queen.” Aelin dipped her chin, sending a giddy grin to Elide. I like him, Elide mouthed as Fenrys and Rowan said their greetings.

Elide looked around for Ress, wondering if her bodyguard was feeling better. In his place, another guard stood, looking much more intimidating and imposing than Ress ever did. She turned to Lysandra, whispering softly, “Where’s Ress?”

“He’s taken some time off, not feeling well,” Lysandra murmured back. “Now, you and Fenrys are going to have a walk in the gardens. A photographer will be there, but just ignore them.”

Elide nodded, turning back to Fenrys. The man smiled again, offering Elide his arm. She slipped her hand into his elbow and he said, “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

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Three days later and Elide didn’t think she would ever tire of Fenrys’ company. He was hilarious and kind, his humour more bold and obvious than Elide’s, but they paired well together.

She had learned that his favourite colour was yellow, his birthday was exactly two months after hers - August twelfth - his favourite sport was soccer and he had gone to the University of Varese on a soccer scholarship. Though his degree was in political science, and he planned to become a lawyer, Fenrys had an aptitude for photography and carried his camera almost everywhere with him.��

His older brother, Connall, was quieter than him, the dark side of the same coin. They had grown up in Doranelle their whole lives. Fenrys said he was grateful that he was the spare, because it gave him the freedom to explore the world as he had always itched to do.

“Ellie,” he called, beckoning her over to where he was bent over a flower bush.

Elide walked over to him, leaning down next to him, “What is it?”

“A butterfly,” he said, lifting his camera to snap a picture. It was as if the soft click of the frame had bothered the delicate creature and it took off, fluttering in the air to a new perch. Fenrys pouted, sad that his new friend left so soon.

Elide chuckled, “Don’t worry, sweetie-pie.” That was a new thing they had started the other day. Elide called him ‘sweetie-pie’ and in return, Fenrys had dubbed her ‘honeybunch’. It annoyed everyone around them, these overly affectionate names, and the pair thrived off everyone’s irritation.

Fenrys laughed softly and stood up, slinging his arm around her shoulders, “You hungry? I think it’s time for lunch.”

She smiled, wrapping her arm around his waist, “You always think it’s time for…” Elide trailed off as a certain someone walked into the garden, a book in his hands. Immediately, she scowled.

“Honeybunch, are you alright?”

Elide nodded, still frowning as Lorcan sat down on a bench and opened his book. He must’ve noticed her staring and looked up, flashing her a cocky grin that she wanted to slap off his perfect, beautiful face. “‘m fine,” she muttered, balling her free hand into a fist.

Fenrys looked up, following her eyeline to Lorcan, who he faked a confused frown at, deciding it would be best if Elide didn’t know their connection. “Who’s that?”

“Hellas incarnate,” she said, tugging Fenrys along to the castle. “He’s the other heir. I hate him.”

Fenrys nodded thoughtfully, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly, “Don’t worry, he won’t succeed. That’s why I’m here.”

“Ah, yes, my knight in shining armor,” Elide said in a simpering tone, batting her eyelashes.

Her friend rolled his eyes, bumping her with his hip, “Shut up, stupid.”

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My dearest honeybunch, snookums, Elide, Meet me in the garden, at dawn, should you dare Forever and truly, Your most beloved sweetie-pie

Elide snorted at the note in her hand once more, shaking her head as she walked down the stairs. The whole proposal was planned out and still, Fenrys had used every loophole that he could to make it feel like it wasn’t just a business deal.

She wore a pretty pink midi skirt and an oversized, cream-coloured sweater. On her feet she had on another pair of rounded-toe pumps, cream to match her top. Her hair was curled and loosely falling down her back, two sections pinned in the back to pull her hair away from her face.

Nerves fluttered in her stomach as she walked out into the garden, spotting Fenrys sitting beneath a lilac tree. He stood up when he saw her, smiling broadly, “Good morning, Elide.”

“Good morning, Fenrys,” she said, rolling her eyes when he took her hand and bent to kiss her knuckles. “Will you tell me why you’ve summoned me out here?”

“Let us sit,” he told her, motioning her to the stone bench he had been resting upon.

Elide sat, her hands folded in her lap. Fenrys joined her, his knee knocking into hers. She knew the paparazzi and the press were peeking through the garden fence and gate, their cameras flashing as they snapped a flurry of shots. “Over the past week,” Fenrys started, reaching over to hold her hands in his, “I have had the absolute pleasure of getting to know you and I have fallen desperately in love with your entire being.”

Elide bit her lip to stop from laughing, nodding serenely, “Of course.”

Fenrys’ eyes held a warning light, telling her if she laughed, he would laugh too. “And I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you so I ask thee,” he slid off the bench, smoothly pulling a velvet box from his pocket as he kneeled and flipped the lid open, “if you would do me the greatest honour in life and become my wife. Elide Amara Lochan, will you marry me?”

She lifted her hand to her throat, the tears in her eyes forming in an effort to keep from snorting and ruining it all, “Oh, sweetie-pie. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!” Fenrys grinned wickedly and slid the ring onto her finger.

Elide flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Fen,” she whispered, eyeing the diamond ring on her finger.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her with him as he stood up.

For some reason, the sinking feeling in her gut didn’t dissipate and Elide had to hold back tears of grief.

Everything is fine, she told herself, you’re happy. The happiest you’ve ever been.

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“I believe congratulations are in order,” Lorcan drawled as Elide walked into the library.

She froze and turned, glaring at him. “Thank you,” she said tightly, her back straight. “I’m very happy with him.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” he replied, smirking at her before returning to his book. He could tell she hadn’t moved and looked up again, “Is there something I can help you with, sweetheart?” Her cheeks reddened as her eyes flashed dangerously.

Lorcan idly thought he should be scared of her, but he wasn’t in the slightest. He ran his eyes down her body, stifling the urge to reach out and wrap her up in his arms. She looked so soft in her black leggings and slouchy grey cashmere sweater that slipped down one arm.

“I am,” Elide insisted, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her stack of books. “I am very happy with Fenrys. We’re in love.”

Lorcan snorted, looking down at his book. He didn’t read a single word, “Don’t be dumb.”

“I am not dumb, Lorcan,” she hissed.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re dumb, I think you’re being dumb,” he said, flipping the page. “Because if you were being smart, you would know that you could never be happy with Fenrys and,” he lifted his eyes up to her angered gaze, her cheeks still pink, “he could never fall in love with someone like you.”

The angered light in her eyes guttered. It was replaced by crushing sorrow and she quickly looked away from him, “Well, you would know, wouldn’t you? I can’t ever imagine someone loving you.” Without another word, Elide turned away from him and walked deeper into the library.

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“Ready?”

Elide breathed out slowly, resting her hand on Fenrys’ forearm, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

They walked to the formal dining room, their steps sure and measured. “You look rather dashing,” Elide said, appraising her fiancé in a fitted suit.

Fenrys flashed her a grin, taking her hand and twirling her under his arm. Elide laughed, but the unwarranted thought in her mind was that it felt nothing like when Lorcan had spun her around. “As do you,” Fenrys said, resting his hand on her lower back, her black dress offering an open back. The neckline was square with delicate straps, its skirt ending just beneath her knees with a back slit that allowed her to walk normally even with the snug fit.

Fenrys led her to the hall and Elide saw Ress standing with Lysandra at the door. He didn’t look pleased to be there, so she held herself back and simply nodded at him. He gave her a small smile and she tucked the little victory into her heart, not noticing how he glanced at Fenrys and immediately dropped his gaze.

She didn’t notice how Fenrys locked his jaw and stared straight ahead, tears burning in his eyes, either.

“Are we ready?” Lysandra asked, her eyes sparkling. Elide nodded, shooting her friend a grateful smile.

She and Fenrys waited outside the room as the majordomo announced from inside, “Presenting, her royal Grace, Lady Elide, and Lord Fenrys of Doranelle.”

The double doors were pulled open by two men. The couple smiled and waved politely as they walked to their seats. Aelin and Rowan were standing at the head of the table.

The queen stayed standing as the guests all sat, raising her glass of champagne to Elide and Fenrys, “Thank you all for joining us today as we celebrate the engagement of my dear cousin, Elide, and Fenrys. I could not be more happy for the two of you.” She lifted her glass as the others did and toasted, “To Elide and Fenrys!”

Elide lifted her glass, staring across the table at Lorcan as he mockingly tilted his head to the side and toasted them. “To the happy, happy couple,” he said, just loud enough for Elide to hear him.

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Elide viciously cut a bite-sized piece of her veal, scowling the entire time at Lorcan, who just smiled back at her and chewed slowly on his own food.

She hoped that he choked.

He spoke quietly with his aunt, who looked like she wanted to throttle either Elide or Fenrys or maybe the both of them.

Elide smirked at the thought, smug knowing she had bested Maeve. Her uncle looked displeased as well as he pushed his food around his plate, glowering down at something and on occasion, up at Lorcan.

She watched as Vernon lifted his head to glare at her arch nemesis. Lorcan just sipped on his whiskey and regarded Vernon with a bored expression, his body language open and unimpressed. Glancing down his frame, Elide swallowed hard at the sight of his white dress shirt. Lorcan had forgone a tie, somehow managing to pull it off and not look out of place amidst Elide’s formally dressed guests. He wore a navy suit, the colour making an arresting match with his copper skintone.

The top buttons of his shirt were opened, the white material straining over his muscular chest. She caught a glimpse of black ink and a flush appeared on her chest as she imagined tracing her tongue over it.

Shaking her head, she looked up at Fenrys, smiling, “How are you?”

He lowered his head to her ear, “I’m doing quite well, Elide. And you?”

“I’m good,” Elide said, sighing in relief when servers cleared their plates for the next course. “Bit tired.”

He slid his hand between the back of the chair and her, easing the strain from her shoulders with a soothing touch. Elide sighed, easing into it by a bit. It still wasn’t as comfortable as she wished it was.

It was the touch of a friend, a confidant, but not one of a lover. Shame coursed through her as the memory of Lorcan’s hand on her back was the first thing she thought of.

Fenrys’ touch was nothing like that and she wished so badly that it was.

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Lorcan watched Fenrys rub Elide’s back, watched how she let the royal, regal mask slip. A pang of jealousy echoed in his chest and he knocked back the rest of his whiskey, savouring the slight burn that accompanied the amber liquid.

Still, she didn’t relax completely. An image of her, something his mind made up, took up his brain. Elide, tired and exhausted, melting into his side. She smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face into his chest. He dropped whatever he was doing and lifted her into his arms, gently carrying her to a bed - their bed.

The hissing voice of his aunt startled him out of his reverie. “What, Maeve,” he said, looking down at his plate to find that they had moved onto the last course of desert. Thank the Creator.

“Were you even listening to a thing I said,” she snapped, viciously deconstructing the delicate chocolate and espresso pot de crème.

“No.” Lorcan looked at Fenrys, who was shooting him a worried look as he glanced between Lorcan and Maeve and Elide’s horrid uncle. If Lorcan had to choose one man he hated with his entire soul, it was Vernon Lochan. He had heard the story of Elide’s injury and the moment he had met Vernon, he had had to refrain from inflicting the very same pain and abuse onto the weaselly regent. “What do you want?”

His aunt huffed, “We still have a chance at the throne, Lorcan.”

“Of course we do,” he said drily, watching Fenrys whisper something that had Elide covering her mouth with her hand as she laughed. Her eyes sparkled and her nose scrunched up and she looked so happy.

Lorcan hated Fenrys in that moment. He hated him so damn much.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Maeve had finally left. She had been telling him bullshit about how they could still win, Elide could still be ineligible.

Eventually, he had just told her he would talk to her another day and he was tired. Lorcan stood on the dining room balcony, staring out at the forest. He had a crystal glass of whiskey in his hands, the singular ice cube melting. Lorcan had been waiting too long to drink it.

The door opened behind him and he didn’t need to turn to know that it was Fenrys.

“Lorcan,” Fenrys said, his voice low.

He turned, offering a tight smile, “Congrats, Fen. I’m real happy for you guys.” Lorcan drank deeply from his glass, a slight buzz numbing him. “Real fuckin’ happy.”

Fenrys arched a brow, not believing him in the slightest. In his hands, he carried an unopened bottle of liquor, “Really?”

“Mm-hmm. I think you’ll,” he coughed, his throat tight, “you’ll make her really happy, Fen.”

“Lor, don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I am not fucking lying to you, Fen,” he said, his voice raising. “I hope that you make Elide Lochan happy. I hope that she makes you happy because if she doesn’t, what the fuck is the point of any of this?” He waved his hand, “Yeah, and I know it’s my fault, it’s all I think about.”

Lorcan breathed in deeply, putting his glass down, “You told me you were in love, Fen. With that boy, you called me when you were blackout drunk and were crying over how much you loved him. How do you just… give that up for some girl you don’t know?”

Fenrys sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes, “The boy… he didn’t love me. Not yet, at least, and I couldn’t stand waiting around for it so… yeah. I gave whatever that was up for some girl I didn’t know. She needed help, don’t you get that?”

Lorcan just shook his head and pulled Fenrys into a tight hug. Better than most people, he thought to himself, not noticing dark eyes watching him through the opened door.

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an: ......i feel like that was a lot of stuff that happened. wow.

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koffinskiller · 3 years

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Perhaps Jake Park and PH with tiny female who's sweet but can and will try to fight someone if they mess with someone she cares about...even if they look like an angry tiny pomeranian to them or can be held at bay with a long arm while she swings at them in vain? Fluff and whatever other inspiration strikes you!

You got it, fam!

Jake Park with a feisty lil’ S/O:

He’s quite amused by the fact that you are so headstrong and feisty. He sometimes has to calm you down during a trial because you’ll stir the crows!

He’s mostly one to be solitary, but then again, he enjoys your company because you are a not one to mess around with. You can hold your own when in a tough situation.

Jake finds it cute when you pout. The expression is just adorable as hell. He doesn’t outwardly laugh, but he will give a half smile.

When Jake gets into a verbal disagreement with any of the other Survivors, He knows that his S/O will usually be there if she hears about it. She will not hesitate to change her soft natured outward appearance into a killer herself!

Jake would be take aback at first, but he would definitely understand your boundaries and you’ve earned his respect. He’ll have your back for sure.

Pyramid Head with a feisty lil’ S/O:

The monolithic creature finds your size...intriguing. He loses track of you in trials easily, due to how small and quick you can maneuver his lumbering attempts to grab you.

He, after a long time dealing with the Entity, finds an obsession with you. Your strong-willed, fearless personality intrigues him. He wants you as his own feisty little thing.

He finds himself becoming extremely protective of you. His trials are spent nabbing other survivors and hooking them, while he avoids you...accidentally, in an attempt to savor you last. He would let you escape of course.

Being heads taller than you, he would have to kneel to your level for any sort of interaction. Adorable!

When he notices your temper, he revels in your fearlessness and ability to remained level-headed in stressful situations.

He absolutely enjoys a good, feisty lover.

#lulumaximal #pyramid head #jake park #dead by daylight #imagines #ask

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maiuowrites · 4 years

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Training Gone Wrong 2

Continuation of TGW.

TW tags; Blood, Gore, mentions of child trafficking, child abuse, implied non-consent, and violence.

Please read at your own risk.

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A low growl was coming from the one Sans had apparently hit, the welt from the child in clear view until Papyrus realized what it was…

‘A Dog?...’ He thought, his grip on the two tightening. ‘When do they come out this far?’

“shit... hang on!” Papyrus said, keeping them close and trying to port…

...Only for it to fail.

“...P-...Papyrus?” Alphy’s voice quivered, both looking up at him in worry and fear.

“...n-... now, hold on…” He cursed in his mind, his legs continuously moving them back as he looked around before looking to the now large Canine who was snarling.

“Who th’FUCK tossed WHAT?!” The Canine roared. “Yer DEAD!”

“go, go-... jus’ go-!” Papyrus was quick to tear them both from his legs, pushing and shoving them to move, to run. “head back home, get home- fuck!!”

Papyrus once again grabbed both of them by the backs of their shirts, yanking them behind him as the Monster had fully jumped and almost crushed them in his landing, blocking their paths to escape.

The two elder monsters stared at the other, Papyrus’ eyes inverted to black with his pupils glowing harsh in his ember coloring as his own snarl came while the Canine looked at them all… His glare glided over Papyrus and down to the two smaller ones, before a devious smile came on his lips.

“...What do we have here?...” The Canine smiled eerily, sniffing the air before he began to chuckle darkly. “three kids in stripes?... aw, kiddos, y’know startin’ shit ya can’t finish means you’ll go to the Royalty for punishment… Riiiiiiight~?”

“... we didn’ mean no harm, was practicin’ on th’flowers…” Papyrus bit back, trying to sound strong, but it was so weak, his voice cracking that seasoned Monsters could hear it.

“Yeah, it’s not our fault you look like a hives ass!” Sans growled, bristling to the Canine. “Who the hell sleeps in a field of Red echos!? Of course, if--”

Quicker than lightning, Papyrus shoved him and Alphy’s both farther behind him, snapping at his younger brother to shut up. Once he looked back, the Canine had a spark in his eye that put Papyrus on edge.

“...Oh, feisty, are we?” They spoke with a sickening deep voice. “...How ‘bout I take ya somewhere instead… Teach ya all a fuckin’ lesson in not ta disrespect yer elders!”

“I’d like to see you try, ya overgrown hairball! I’ll take you on!” Sans growled, literally trying to shove his way in front of Papyrus.

“Sans, shut th’fuck up!” Papyrus growled under his breath as he watched Alphy’s cover Sans mouth with both hands. Looking back to the canine as he spoke again, “Look, buddy, no need fer tha-”

Papyrus was grabbed by the front of his sweater, issuing a yelp that cut off his sentence as he was pulled nasal ridge to Canine nose with the other monster. A dark and sinister snarl, as rage filled eyes peered down at Papyrus.

After a while he scoffed at the teen, the rage that had been there lessened to something akin to annoyance. “Damn, kids these days can’t even understand a lick o’ manners… fuckin’ useless bag o’magic reserves... ”

Papyrus started squirmed, taking his claws and trying to dig into the creatures flesh; but was stopped by the next bit of words from the Canine.

“Y’know… Th’ Ringers will teach ya lil’shit eaters some good manners...” He pointed to Sans with a sickening smile. “You, especially…”

“no-!” Papyrus growled, his eyes now filling with his own anger. “don’t you fucking dare-”

“Or what? Piss off before I dust you.” The canine tossed Papyrus to the side and out of his way. “Yer so fuckin’ weak, it’d be too easy ta kill ya… Don’t worry, Kid… I’ll take these burdens off yer claws instead… C’mere, Kids.” Moving towards Sans and Alphys as if he was doing Papyrus a favor.

Sans stood in front of Alphy’s, his own rage in his eyelights as he tried to protect his sister. “What makes you think we’ll go with you, asshole?! Don’t you know who we are!? How ignorant of you to--”

The Canine began to laugh hard and heartily, interrupting Sans from his triad of words, just as Papyrus was once again seeing black spots in his vision. His focus became hazy yet again as he struggled getting up onto his feet.

“You are the Adoptee of a fucking Guardsman! Of Course, your Royal Highness,” the Canine said mocklingly, “oh how could one fucking forget who YOU are?...” The canine suddenly grabbed them both in his massive clawed hands, amusement crossing his features as they tried to escape. “Ringers would pay a hearty price for such a kid like you…,” his eyes glancing over to Alphys with a sickening and disturbing look, “While she look’s like she'd make a wonderful Toy if taught right…”

Alphy let a small shriek out as she was squeezed tighter, only to gain a breath as the canine eased up. “Oh, she squeaks… That’s perfect.” he purred as he once again squeezed her a bit tighter hoping to hear that pleasant squeak sound, desperately wanting to hear again.

Papyrus was dazed, but trying his hardest to shake off whatever was plaguing him. He could only stare as his siblings were in the hands of the Beast… His words were mumbled, but the word ‘Ringer’ came loud and clear…

Instantly, Papyrus could feel himself boil with rage, with disgust, with a power he hasn’t felt since That Time… In the back of his skull, he could hear His Voice… Encouraging…

His siblings calling for help, their cries of his names, were fading…

All the while His Voice started Drowning him.

Suddenly,

Papyrus was Back

Back In Hell

“That’s A Good Boy. Thrive In That Feeling…”

“It Feels Wonderful, Doesn’t It?...”

“Oh, Yes… The Burst Of LV.

Don’t Worry, It Only Hurts For The First Couple Of Times.”

“It’s Quite Addictive, Isn’t It?”

“Yes, Good… Kill…”

“...Kill…”

“... KI LL…”

“KILL THEM ALL!”

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Sans watched in hidden horror as he kept trying to use any tactic he could to get free from the claws which wrapped around him and Alphy. His hands still had no claws, so he couldn’t scratch. He could feel the Beast squeezing his ribcage, almost cracking it before he went and chomped down on the flesh, finally grateful his fangs were being put to use.

...But to a price, he saw.

“GRAWWWH!! You fuckin’ lil’ BASTARD!” The Canine roared, taking Sans and slamming him down on the ground, issuing a fracture as he was dazed. “Don’t fuckin’ bite or next time I might dust ya!”

“S-stop! Leave him alone!” Alphy screamed, trying all her might to use her own dull claws to dig into his flesh to no avail, turning to try and bashing on his hand with her fists, tears streaming down her face.

“Ah, shuddup, Kid.” The Canine said, before apparently an idea came to them.

He grounded Sans under his foot to keep him in place, as he looked at Alphy with his full attention. “Ya know… Toys don’t move their arms… Think I’ll go ahead and just-” He sickeningly smiled as he grabbed Alphy’s arm, her tear soaked face shocked…

Her scream ruptured through the whole Waterfall as he had simply twisted her arm with ease, continuing until her arm turned and twisted in an unnatural way.

“There…” he cooed, “now th’other one… I should still get a good deal outta you, especially…” The Canine said, taking her other arm with amusement, pulling it out-

And then howled in pain yet again! Looking downward as he felt-

“You--” He snarled at Sans, who had sunk his teeth once more into the flesh of the Beast. This time in his foot. “Oh-... Hohoho… Alright, let's see how much fight you have after I rip them fangs out...” He stomped once more on Sans, making him gasp and his ribcage cracked under his pressure, before quickly taking a fang and yanking it out.

Sans let out a loud scream, his sockets wide now in horror as he watched his fang turn to dust right before him, squirming to stay away as the Canines hand came back and forcefully grabbed another one.

“...Two…” Another harsh yank, another scream-

“Three- GHK!”

The Canine stumbled backwards, Sans watched as something warm decorated his face. Lifting his head, trying to see what was going on, Sans froze in utter terror...

There was his older Brother; Papyrus, his claws seemed longer and now soaked in blood and dust as he practically staggered almost twitchingly. But that wasn’t what put the horror on his younger brother's face, no…

The face Papyrus was making was absolutely terrifying; Mixed with his sockets wide, his fangs stretched into a large smile, his eyelights almost spun like multiple discs within. They were thin, but the speed made it look like he was looking everywhere at once, and when he looked at Sans… He swore, for a split moment, his own brother would kill him.

Tears streamed down the young Monsters face as his older sibling walked closer and closer… Sans rib cage was cracked in a way that as he took a breath in, his mouth was covered in copper. A pained noise came from him, issuing his sockets to close tight.

He could hear his brothers lazy shuffle come, and for once dreaded him coming near.

‘It’s a nightmare!’ Sans thought, even if the pain was far too real for his liking. ‘It’s a nightmare, a nightmare! Just open your sockets, open your eyes, open your eyes, dammit! This isn’t real!’ The noise of the steps got louder and louder… Until they stopped.

Right beside him, Sans could practically smell the wave of copper and his brother's presence right next to him. Sans shook, but tried to lay still… If he moved, he feared that would be the last move he’d make. He doesn’t even know if he could move his arms since the pain of his torso was practically killing him.

The next noise he heard was Alphy’s terrified shrill with the Canines pained howl.

Sans sockets opened quickly as he tried to turn his head to her. What he saw made him gape…

Papyrus had somehow moved without a noise; He moved and tore off the Canines arm that held Alphy seemingly with no issue at all! It even looked like a clean cut.

Keeping a hold of the dusting arm; he tore into it until Alphy’s was completely free of the offending Canines claws. Scooping her out gently, keeping her close to his chest as she curled up and began to cry into him. Her little body covered in blood, shaking from the trauma of it all. Papyrus just as equally; if not more so; covered in blood. Looking down on the Canine with the intent to kill in his eyelights.

“...You… Deserve… N O… M E R C Y…”

His voice sounding eerie, something that-

Sans wasn’t sure whose voice that was, but he stared as his brother went after the Canine, who at this point was trying to flee.

“W-...” Sans sockets prickled once more as he watched his brother dart after the Canine. “W-WAIT! DON’T LEAVE ME!

PAPYRUS!!”

To Be Continued...

Writers Notes;

I want to do a special shoutout to my wonderful friend @crowsworks for helping me out MAJORLY making it a lot more creepy and more intimidating that it was originally!!! She added in the spice I couldn’t pinpoint what was missing, helping editing it to where it flowed much better than how it did!

So to her; I owe a ton because without some help, I wouldn’t have had the drive to push for this to be posted! Thank you so much, Crow!!!

If you guys haven’t yet; Go read her stuff on Ao3!

#Training Gone Wrong #TGW Part 2 #Maiuo #MaiuoWrites #Crowsworks helped #crowsworks #Go give her a look!!!#I am blessed to have had such grand help #Wonder what happens next?#TW; Blood #TW; Gore #tw; violence #TW; Child abuse #TW; Mentions of child trafficking #TW; Implied non-con #Swapfell #Swapfell Red #Swapfell Past

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main-to-card-games-and-pain · 5 years

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generosity

So there was a prompt on @top-crowley-central which I kind of fell in love with. I decided to write a lil drabble for it, this turned into a 3000 word one shot. Can’t say I regret anything. :)

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Aziraphale knew something was wrong the moment he turned onto the street. Even from down the block the aura around the shop was usually so warm, comfortable, loving; even more so after he and Crowley got married.

Aziraphale twisted his wedding band nervously, his pace quickening.

Right now, the shop was anything but. It felt cold, sterile, indifferent. Oh God, Aziraphale realized, oh God, it feels Divine.

The angel burst into a run, barely remembering to snap his fingers to miracle the door open and back closed in his haste to get in the shop. His husband’s name was just about to leave his lips when he saw him.

Gabriel, specifically, but there were others there too. He’d just happened to see Gabriel first.

Aziraphale froze, chest heaving - though he tried to hide it - from what he didn’t know. (He was almost certain it was fear, but acknowledging his fear would be to acknowledge that he had something to be frightened of, and the bookseller could not entertain those thoughts at the moment.)

Gabriel’s face split into a wide grin, his arms outstretching welcomingly, “Brother! It is so good of you to join us. We thought we’d come down for a little visit, see how you were doing...”

Aziraphale cleared his throat.

Maybe Crowley felt them coming, maybe he hid.

“Yes,” he whispered, “it is good to see you after so long, Brother.”

“Not just me, everyone!” Aziraphale looked up, taking stock of all the angels in his shop. Micheal, Uriel, Sandalphon. My, the whole lot had been summoned.

“Hello, everybody.” Aziraphale wouldn’t meet their eyes but that wasn’t new.

“Oh,” Gabriel started, like he’d just remembered some inconsequential tidbit to tell Aziraphale, “and look who we found!”

Aziraphale felt his stomach drop, and his non-essential heart stutter to a stop.

Crowley was pulled forward from where he’d been concealed from his husband, his wrists forced together in holy chains and a gag wrapped tightly around his mouth. His sunglasses were off, exposing his golden serpentine eyes for all to see, but not read.

His angel, however, was an expert in reading. What he saw was terror, terror and desperation.

Micheal gave Crowley a rough shove, throwing him to his knees. Aziraphale instinctually lurched forward, remembering himself only at the last moment and stopping. Crowley was sporting a blackened eye and split lip. The sight of his husband’s blood made the Principality’s own blood become cold with rage, but he could do nothing.

We could be killed for this, Aziraphale thought. It was one thing to say it and not care when it was a possible future, and another thing entirely when it stared at you in the face.

“You wouldn’t be hiding a demon, would you?” Gabriel’s stupid smile hadn’t dropped, he wasn’t expecting answers. No, he was just enjoying his power right now. “You aren’t bedding a demon, disgusting creatures that they are, right?”

“N-no!” Aziraphale’s eyes met Crowley’s, which were so desperate for the angel to do whatever he needed to to survive; it still felt like betrayal. “No, he is my Adversary, nothing more. A foul fiend who-”

“You fool no one,” Uriel cut across him coldly. “He has one of those ridiculous rings on his hand, with your name engraved. You’ve one too, I can see.” She smirked, crossing over to Aziraphale and clasping a cold hand over his shoulder. She leaned in and whispered, “I can smell him on you, traitor.”

“Explain this to me, Brother,” Gabriel sneered. One of his hands came to rest on Crowley’s head. The demon glared hellfire at the archangel, lurching from his place on the ground as if to attack. The hand became a fist, tugging at Crowley’s hair and forcing his head back. That’s when Aziraphale saw the holy blade. “Explain to me, right now, or I’ll cut his throat.”

It was too much for the angel.

“No, don’t-!” His attempt to get to his husband was cut off as Uriel and Sandalphon grabbed his arms and wrenched them behind his back. “Gabriel, please. There’s - there’s really no need for all the - all the theatrics...”

The blade traced the curve of Crowley’s jaw, his neck, just barely against his skin like a lover’s kiss.

Crowley grunted, glaring angrily at the archangel. His neck was becoming sore and his jaw had been forced open for far too long. But most of all he was scared, he was terrified in fact, not for himself but that Aziraphale would be killed trying to protect him.

“That’s not an explanation,” Gabriel declared, nodding at Michael.

She backhanded Crowley hard enough to force him off balance. Aziraphale gasped for the gagged demon, struggling to get forward.

“That’s a warning, Aziraphale. I’ve already told you what I’ll do, so you better give me a great fucking explanation.” Gabriel huffs a laugh, cutting off any more pleading Aziraphale was about to give. “That’s the explanation though, isn’t it?” The archangel continued to chuckle, evidently thinking his thus-forth inside joke was hilarious, “it’s ‘great fucking.’”

“How dare you-” the angel sputtered, expression quickly morphing to anger.

“It’s evident to everyone present that it’s true, do not speak to us of what we dare to do,” Michael hissed.

“But I suppose we can forgive one temptation,” Sandalphon added, smirking. “This is after all, what’s happened, yes? The demon Crowley tempted Aziraphale.”

“Yes, I think you’re right,” Michael agreed, equally smug.

“For-forgive it?” Aziraphale asked timidly.

Uriel tightened her grip, “Heaven is after all, supposed to be forgiving.”

Gabriel caught on. “Indeed, it’s not your fault Aziraphale. We will simply dispose of the demon, and you can go on your merry way.”

Any semblance of hope was dashed from Aziraphale’s heart.

“Now there’s no - there’s no reason why we should be so hasty.”

“It’s really quite simple; if the demon tempted you, you are nullified of guilt,” Michael assured, flashing a smile that sent ice through Aziraphale’s veins, “if not then...” she shrugged.

Crowley’s eyes had become wide at the offer, his husband could live through this. He wanted to meet Aziraphale’s gaze but his head was still wrenched back, he wanted to tell him to take the deal.

“Three seconds for the explanation or I kill the filth and we consider it over.” Aziraphale wasn’t sure he hated Gabriel, until that moment, when he sentenced Crowley to death with a bored look on his face. “Three.”

“I-I can’t-”

“Two.”

Crowley was begging Aziraphale to condemn him, to save himself. Not for me angel, don’t die for me.

“One.”

The blade rose.

“No, wait!” Aziraphale cried, sagging in his captor’s grip. “Don’t... I love him.”

Crowley felt the familiar edge of despair suffocate him at the angel’s words. He closed his eyes, so that the prickling of tears could not be visible to the bastard holding onto him. Aziraphale continued to condemn himself, past the point of caring.

“He didn’t tempt me, he married me. I fell in love with him, he didn’t do anything, it was me.” Something splashed against Aziraphale’s cheek which he supposed must be tears. “Please, just let us go.”

There was silence.

And then there was pain.

Crowley fought harder, made more attempts at noise from behind the gag, he drew all the attention back to him as soon as he heard flesh hit flesh and Aziraphale’s gasp of pain.

“Stay still,” Gabriel snarled, flicking the knife just enough to nick Crowley’s chin and send a cascade of ichor down his neck.

“Please, just let us go,” Aziraphale repeated, all too aware of his husband’s blood. “We won’t - we won’t bother you at all, we haven’t until now... please, be reasonable.”

“Reasonable?” Gabriel scoffed, “you have just confessed to fucking a demon, to loving a demon, and you ask it of me to be reasonable.”

He let Crowley’s head up, finally, only to push him forwards in an even more degrading position on his hands and knees, held there like a dog by Gabriel’s shoe.

“Look at him Aziraphale, this is where they belong. Demons are evil, filthy, corrupted creatures, who had the Grace of our Lord and threw it away. And you, you are traitor to the Host by being in some sort of disgusting relationship with it.”

Aziraphale’s eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t know my husband, you know nothing of what we have, and if I am to die for loving him I will do so gladly. Eternity is nothing to me without him.”

“I cannot believe you thought that participating in such a meaningless human ceremony would forgive you the sins you’ve committed,” Michael taunted.

“We didn’t,”Aziraphale said softly. Crowley’s golden eyes finally found his angel’s, and together they shared the moment, Aziraphale spoke more to his husband than their captors. “We did it because we loved each other.”

“Well look at where your love has gotten you,” Gabriel sneered, stomping upon Crowley’s back and forcing his face into the carpet.

Crowley shouted angrily from behind the gag, twisting his back and kicking viscously at Gabriel’s leg. (He was extremely flexible when he wanted to be, in part because his other form was a snake and in part because he could not imagine such a silly limitation as stiffness.)

“Feisty,” Sandalphon commented. Gabriel shot them an annoyed glare and straightened his suit.

“Pathetic,” Uriel corrected.

Michael rolled her eyes and pinned Crowley’s leg down and still, watching as Gabriel let a grin stretch his jaw as he smashed his heel down on Crowley’s lower leg with all his might. The demon screamed, muffled as it was it was still enough to draw a shout from Aziraphale.

“Stop-!” He fought desperately for purchase, tears flowing unchecked from his eyes. “Leave him alone! You’re here for me, hurt me!”

Crowley’s leg was bent wrong.

Michael and Gabriel shared a smirk before Michael gripped Crowley’s hair and slammed his head into the floor. His head came back up oozing black ichor, his nose obviously broken.

Aziraphale shook his head, like he could will this awful situation away, like he was dreaming some horrible nightmare. His breath hiccuped into a sob.

Gabriel started kicking the demon’s stomach, ignoring the angel’s cries.

“Stop it! Gabriel, please...” Aziraphale tugged uselessly on the restraining grips of his comrades. “Stop it!”

Something snapped in Crowley’s chest and he screamed again, this time trying desperately to cough but being forced to choke on his own blood. Aziraphale could see how the white fabric had begun to turn black.

“I’ll Fall! I’ll die! I’ll do whatever you want me to do just leave him alone!”

The room stilled.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me; kill me, cast me out of Heaven, I don’t care, just let him live.”

Crowley threw his dignity out the window, shaking his head and screaming at Aziraphale that no, he can’t do this, he isn’t worth his beautiful angel’s life, or wings.

“What if we need you alive?” Gabriel smirked, blessedly stepping away from Crowley for the moment.

“There’s a war coming, Aziraphale,” Michael continued coldly, “the war against Hell, to end all things and finally settle our score.”

“Y-you mean...?”

“Armageddon approaches, yes.”

“And we need all the soldiers we can get,” Uriel added.

“So we’re not going to kill you,” Michael concluded. “The demon however... Well, that’s just getting a head start.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

“No. No, I won’t fight if you do, I won’t.”

“Chain him to the desk,” Michael barked, ignoring Aziraphale’s protests. “Gabriel and I will deal with this.” She nudged Crowley with her shoe, smirking when he groaned in protest as one of his snapped ribs jostled.

“No, no! Let me go! Let us go!” Aziraphale struggled with everything he had, desperate to get to his husband. He felt Uriel and Sandalphon pull him towards his desk, felt the holy metal enclose his wrists, but worst of all he felt his heart break. “Crowley! Please! Please! Don’t!”

Crowley was yanked onto his feet by Gabriel, and when he met his husband’s eyes his own were clouded with pain, fear, anger, love.

He repeated the same sentence through the gag over and over, tapped his wedding ring incessantly, and then pointed at Aziraphale. Wrecked as he was, the angel understood.

“I love you too.”

It was all he could say before his husband had been pulled from the room, but it was the only thing he said that mattered.

Unlike Crowley, Aziraphale’s wrists were chained behind him. When the grip on his arms fell away he was immediately struggling to escape, and thus, sustained a considerably painful injury as he wrenched his shoulders back.

What’s worse, that over his own crying Aziraphale could still hear the sounds. He heard with horrifying clarity Crowley’s body hit the floor as they (presumably) beat him. He heard his husband scream in agony, evidently they’d decided to remove the gag. And then he heard nothing, which was perhaps the worst of all.

He felt nothing too, like Crowley’s essence had been cut off from him, like he was-

Michael and Gabriel reentered the room just in time to see the angel sink to his knees in desolation, silent sobs wracking his whole body. The holy blade left a trail of fallen ichor as they walked.

“Chin up, Aziraphale,” Gabriel bellowed, slapping a hand against Aziraphale’s shoulder, “no more distractions.”

Aziraphale spat in his face.

Gabriel’s expression never changed but his eyes did, they became even colder with fury. He struck the angel across the face, hard enough to throw him to the ground, and then carelessly threw the key against his cheek.

“For the chains, you pathetic excuse of an angel.” He turned to leave, throwing his head back towards Aziraphale and adding, “Oh, we left you a present back there. Better clean it up.”

And they left.

But the love didn’t come back to his flat.

Eventually, the angel found the strength to unlock himself from his chains, but he could’ve sat there for the rest of his existence and not cared. But he had to take care of Crowley.

So he dragged himself to the back room, readying himself to see- to see his husband’s corpse.

What he saw when he got there though, it took the breath from his lungs.

Because Crowley was there, and he was alive.

Terrified, wet, pained, and living eyes stared at him from their place on the floor.

“Oh my God,” Aziraphale breathed, snapping from his reverie and collapsing at his husband’s side. “Oh my God, oh my God, Crowley.”

The chains came undone and Crowley collapsed into Aziraphale’s arms. The angel tore the gag away from his husband’s mouth, throwing it to the side hysterically.

“Darling,” he cried, waving his hand over the demon’s body to assess the damage. “What did they do to you?”

“H-hey angel,” Crowley breathed shakily, smiling despite the pain. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you...”

Aziraphale gave him a watery smile, running his fingers through his hair gently. “Hush now, let me help you.”

The angel could see the glowing sigil carved into Crowley’s shoulder blade, it was what made his aura disappear, it disconnected demons from their powers, from Hell even. It was excruciating.

There were so many hurts on his husband’s body, it was a miracle he wasn’t discorporated.

Aziraphale picked up a plant mister curiously, freezing when Crowley’s grip on his hand tightened and he strained to choke out a few more words. “Careful, love,” his husband ground out, “dilute holy water, my feet...”

There were few words in any language that Aziraphale knew that could describe his disgust and heart break at Crowley’s words, at the cruelty from Heaven.

On a mission, Aziraphale healed first the sigil, gasping in relief as Crowley’s aura burst forth, and then his feet. He had to take a break afterwards, having spent most of his energy.

“I’m so sorry,” Aziraphale cried gently, “I’m so sorry Crowley. If it weren’t for me they never would have-”

“Don’t blame yourself, angel,” Crowley croaked, “I’ll hear none of it. I love you too much...”

“I love you too. Alright, hold still while I-” Crowley caught the angel’s hand before he could grasp and heal his wounds.

“Too much,” he rasped, “it’ll hurt you. Just wait, help me to bed. Now that those dammed chains and sigil are gone I’ll be able to do it myself soon.”

“I’m not going to let you lay there in pain when I can do something about it.” Aziraphale was outraged at the very notion.

“Not askin’ you too. Jus’ askin’ you t’wait,” the demon slurred, slumping slightly against his husband’s chest.

“Fine,” the angel conceded, taking a moment to just hold the demon to his chest. He’d never take it for granted again.

Later, when Crowley was asleep in their bed, and Aziraphale was painfully cleaning up the wreckage of his bookshop, he stumbled on a letter he was sure wasn’t there before.

Heavenly ink swirled against the pages, making Aziraphale nauseous.

Aziraphale,

We hope you like our gift; we trust you remember that we may not always be so generous. Especially with the oncoming war.

We excitedly anticipate your efforts to the war, in the service of our Lord and Mother.

Take care.

Gabriel.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fanfiction #crowley and aziraphale #whump #just a whole lotta whump #and angst #tw torture #tw blood #tw dehumanization #kinda #hurt crowley #hurt aziraphale #protective aziraphale #protective crowley

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bloodiedskirtts · 6 years

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Reign | Chapter Six: In My Dreams

Summary: Bucky gets to know Y/N, and causes her to re-examine everything she thought.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: lil angsty, mentions of sex/sex dream, still smut

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it!

Gif is not mine credit to creator

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‘The prince seems happy with the princess. She truly is as beautiful as they say. They make a handsome couple.’

‘What?’ Bucky asked, his eyes were following Steve and the princess’ form as they walked around the garden.

Their banquet had gone without a hitch the previous night, he couldn’t take his eyes off either of them as they danced. The way Steve’s hands had run over her form, the way her dress billowed out as she spun, the way she threw her head back when she laughed. And the way Steve whispered in her ear, causing her to blush. He had right to be jealous of the princess, and he knew that he and Steve could never be like that in public. But it still stung to see him so in love with her.

But what was worse was the fact, he was jealous of Steve too. That he got to caress her figure, that he was the one who got to press his body against her’s as they danced, that he was the one to make her come undone away from prying eyes. He watched them as Steve took her hand and led her away from the banquet.

That night Bucky had fallen into a deep sleep after hours of trashing in his bed, but when sleep finally captured him, he had the same dream as always. He was in Steve’s bed, the morning light streaming in as his lips crashed against the prince’s. Their naked bodies covered in just a sheet as Steve’s hand trailed down his stomach. But this time it was different, a smaller pair of hands were trailing up his chest. He opened his eyes to see the princess’ naked body laying by his side, Steve’s hand trailing up and down her spine as her lips finally made contact with Bucky’s.

When he woke up, he was rock hard.

Now he was watching the man he loved and the woman he lusted after flirt in the gardens below.

‘You have been cold towards me, my love,’ Steve said as he watched the woman walk by his side. ‘I do not know what I did to upset you.’

She paused, causing Steve to stop walking too. He turned to look at her, a pained expression pulled across her face.

‘I came to your chambers the other night but...’ she trailed off.

Steve’s head was spinning, fuck, fuck, fuck. She had seen Bucky sneak in and out of his room and she was disgusted by it. His face paled as he thought she would tell someone he was in love with a member of the King’s Guard.

‘Y/N I can explain,’ he said.

‘You can explain?’ she snapped, a fire in her eyes now. ‘Am I not good enough for you? Why must you find comforts in other women? We...I thought what we did was special.’

Other women? She hadn’t seen Bucky, she had seen the woman who escaped his room earlier in the night. He shook his head, a smile pulling on his lips.

‘Are you laughing at me?’ she spat, her face contorted with anger. ‘I should not have been so blinded by your charms, Your Highness. You don’t care about me. You just wanted to...You just wanted to fuck me. I am not one of your whores, Steven. I am to be your wife and if I had any wits about me, I would have not let you-’

‘Let me? You were not complaining when I was inside you,’ he hissed back, her words wounding him.

She gasped at him, pulling her hand away from him before storming off. Steve was left standing watching her walk away unsure what to do. His eyes flitted to Bucky who was no longer standing watching them. How had Steve managed to fuck up two relationships?

Bucky had watched the conversation get heated, his eyes lingering on Y/N’s face as she snapped at Steve. He couldn’t help but smile at how feisty she was. However, when she stormed off, he knew he should follow her.

‘I will keep an eye on the princess, Sam,’ he told the other Knight.

‘James, I am Her Majesty’s sworn protector,’ the man hit back.

‘Aye, but I know these grounds like no other. I will find her and make sure she is safe. You watch the prince,’ Bucky replied, not giving the other man a chance to reply before he raced off.

It didn’t take him long to find the princess, sobbing her eyes out in the cloisters of the castle. Even with tears streaming down her face, she was the most beautiful creature that Bucky had lain his eyes on. He was mesmerised by her, the way her tears looked like precious jewels as they rolled down her smooth cheeks. The way her lips parted as she sucked in air, and the rise and fall of her heavy breasts. Bucky had to admit he had never looked at a woman like this. But this princess was truly a vision that he could not get out of his head.

‘Tell the Prince that I am not in any humour to speak with him,’ she snapped. ‘Why are you gawping at me, sir? Am I such a sight, standing here sobbing my eyes out?’

Bucky took a step forward, ‘The prince did not send me, princess. I came to make sure you did not get into trouble or fall off the edge of the cliff. I’m sure the King would have my head for losing you.’

She blinked her tears back, shaking her head.

‘You are not my protector, Sir James. Where is Sam? He should be here and you should be whoring with the Prince,’ she retorted, her hands scrubbing the tears away from her face.

‘You wound me, princess,’ he retorted, a teasing tone in his voice now. ‘I thought that I would make a good companion.’

‘And why would you be a good companion to me, Sir James?’

He laughed at her tone, her eyes red with tears but she was standing tall, ordering him around. She would make a good Queen one day, he already knew that.

‘It’s Bucky.’

‘Pardon?’ she asked, folding her arms over her chest.

‘You may call me Bucky, princess.’

‘And you may call me Your Highness...Bucky.’

A shiver shot up his spine at the way his name rolled off her tongue. He never thought hearing someone say his name would have such an effect on him. He took another step forward, closing the distance between them.

‘Why have you run off, princess?’ he asked, a smirk on his lips.

She shrugged slightly, ‘I did not run off-’

‘And I didn’t just find you crying alone while your fiance stands dumbfounded in the in gardens? Are you getting cold feet about your wedding? Do you miss your sweetheart back at home? Steve...His Majesty, is a good man and you will make a fine wife,’ Bucky said, watching her face.

He thought he did a good job trying to cheer her up, instead she broke into sobs again and collapsed against his chest.

‘Why am I not enough for him, then?’ she sobbed out as he stood stiff, as her arms wrapped around his middle.

He blinked before pulling her in for an embrace, the pair covered by the shadows of the cloisters. He stroked her hair as she sobbed into his leather breast plate.

‘You are enough, Y/N,’ he whispered, pulling her away from him. He looked at her face, his heart skipped a beat as he took her in as she stood so close to him.

‘I gave everything to Steve and he...I went to visit him the other night and a woman left his chambers. And she was so beautiful. And I know I should not be jealous of some harlot. He was just...But he should only want me! Am I not enough? Am I so replaceable? Just a warm place for him to shove his cock when his whores aren’t around? Am I not good-’

She was cut off by Bucky’s lips on hers, his hand on the small of her back, while the other cradled her head. She was shocked, she should not be kissing this man. but everything felt so good as his lips caressed her’s and she opened her mouth for him. His kiss was so different to Steve’s who was slow, deliberate, soft. Bucky’s lips crashed against her’s, he was pulling her in like he needed her to survive, like a man starved. His fingers dug into her flesh and she moaned into his mouth.

Suddenly he was pulling away from her, his eyes wide with shock and panic. He had just kissed her, not only did he just kissed a woman far above his station, but a woman who was betrothed to the crown prince. The man that he was sworn to protect and the man that he loved. But just looking at the woman in front of him made his heart rate increase and his head spin. All signs that he was...No he just....He just wanted her, like he wanted Steve.

He looked at her, her chest was heaving and her lips were swollen from the force of his kiss. Her eyes were focused on his, he noted that they were blown out with lust.

‘Your Majesty, forgive me. It was not my place, I forgot-’

But her hands were pulling him back in for more, the kiss was just as hungry the second time around. Her fingers tangled in his hair, as he pushed her back against the pillar, his hands were exploring her body over her dress. If Steve could have women file in and out of his bedroom, then why couldn’t she have fun too? The only problem was that Steve had no feelings towards those women, and when Bucky kissed her...She saw fireworks, truly. She thought she loved Steve, but the way she felt when she kissed Bucky...The way she felt when he looked at her, called her ‘princess’ like it was filthy word that he should not be saying...She was weak at the knees.

Suddenly, his thigh was pressing against her aching core, the daring split in her skirts gave him access to spread her legs easily. And she blushed at how aroused she was, as she ground against his leg. She let out a moan, but it was muffled by Bucky’s mouth on hers. She never wanted this moment to be over, but she jumped when Steve’s voice rang out.

‘Y/N? My love?’ he called. ‘Can we speak?’

Bucky jumped away from her suddenly, trying to compose himself, fix his clothing but when he looked at her, there was no hiding how wrecked she looked. Fuck, his head was for the block. But she didn’t seem to realise how dangerous of a situation he had put them in as she arranged her skirts and stepped out from the pillar.

‘Your Majesty, I did not get far. Your knight is good at keeping your things in check,’ she hissed at him.

Steve was wounded at her words, ‘You not my belonging. You are my equal and I...Can we speak somewhere more private? I am not in the mood for the servants to pry on our relationship? Please?’

She sighed, how could she say no to those blue eyes?

‘Very well,’ she told him, head held high as she strode over to him.

Bucky watched as the prince pressed a kiss to her forehead and led her away. She smiled at him with a look of love, like she hadn’t been riding his thigh just moments earlier. How could he be stupid? The princess didn’t care for him. She was careless like Steve and would use whoever was nearest to her to get what she wanted. It wasn’t her fault, she was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted. She just didn’t think of who she was hurting to get it.

Later that evening, Bucky’s heart sunk when he was summoned to Steve’s chambers. She had told him about their kiss, she might have said he forced himself on her. And despite the close bond he and Steve had, he knew that he would side with his future wife over his knight any day. He bit down on his lip, trying to calm himself as he headed to Steve’s chambers.

He would tell him the truth and hopefully nothing more would come from it. But when he entered the future king’s chambers, he was not questioned over the princess, instead Steve pulled him in for a deep kiss. His hands instinctively went to cup the blonde’s face as his tongue snaked into his mouth. Lips and tongues fought for dominance, it was such a difference from the soft lips of the princess which intoxicated him hours earlier. He tried to shake that thought out of his head, he shouldn’t be thinking about her while he was kissing Steve. Why was he kissing Steve? The man who broke his heart?

He slowly pulled away, ‘Steve...’

‘I am sorry. I need to apologise to you. I was stupid earlier. I do love you. I just...I can’t lose you,’ he whispered pressing his forehead against the other man’s.

‘I love you, Steve,’ he replied, pulling him in for another kiss. Steve’s hands went to Bucky’s leather armour trying to pull it off him without breaking the kiss.

‘Wait,’ Bucky whispered. ‘You are going to marry her and what do you expect me to do? I can’t very well get into bed between you now can I?’

Despite how much he wished he could.

‘I would not complain and I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t either,’ Steve teased, hands going back to undo the other man’s clothes.

‘Steve, I am being serious,’ he snapped, slapping his hands away.

‘We’ll figure it out when we come to it,’ he replied.

‘You wedding is only weeks away!’

‘So plenty of time to figure out a plan! Come on, let me make up for all that time we spent apart.’

‘You love her, don’t you?’

‘I love you, Bucky.’

Bucky huffed, ‘You love her too, though.’

Steve looked pained, ‘I think I do. She makes me feel things that I can’t describe.’

As Steve’s lips went to Bucky’s neck he let out a whine, trying to keep his head clear.

‘Then why are you doing this? Why aren’t you with her? Why are you with any woman who looks at you twice?’

‘Bucky, please,’ Steve whined the hurt in his voice evident.

‘Steve,’ he whispered, ‘Someone is bound to get burned.’

‘Well let me play with fire until I get burned,’ he replied, finally removing Bucky’s shirts.

It’s not you that will ended up with a broken heart, Bucky wanted to say. But he knew that he would do whatever Steve said and he fell into his bed, for the hundredth time.

That night, as they all slept in their separate beds, they had no idea how much fire three people could make. As Steve fell asleep just moments after Bucky left, his dreams filled with riding through meadows with Y/N by his side, falling into Bucky’s arms and the swell of the princess’ breast. As Bucky tried to wrestle with his conscious, he finally fell asleep with the thought of Steve’s lips around his cock and the memory of Y/N tongue in his mouth. And the princess, lay with Peggy by her side, as she dreamed of her prince and her knight kissing every inch of her naked, aching body.

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hemogobbler · 5 years

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Just Us Now: Chapter 1

Ao3 link! Part one: 3.1k words. Read part two here!

Bright-eyed Adora, a young force captain in training, is tasked with introducing Catra, the newest cadet, to life in the Horde.

Chapter one in an exploratory three-parter of Adora and Catra's first contact that I aim to complete before the end of Catradora week! (Dec 30-Jan 5)

Ty to everyone for reading and all feedback, please comment if you want! <3

“That is why I am placing her under your charge for the duration of this period, Adora.”

Shadow Weaver was holding Adora’s chin, raising it slightly so as to have their eyes meet. Adora held the gaze admirably, for she could see beyond the cold, unwavering scrutiny of Shadow Weaver’s eyes a faith of sorts, perhaps even appreciation. Adora nodded.

“Between us, Adora, I ask you not to trust this wild creature. Our unmanned security were unable to capture her, and it took careful coordination between two squads who had much more important duties than this to eventually surround her,” Her voice shook, ever so slightly.

“I have… discussed with her the benefits of staying with us, as well as the consequences of any attempts to escape. She will not want for anything with the Horde; whatever squalid existence she maintained before this will be forgotten. Even still, watch her. She may prove a challenge even for you, my sweet,” With a long finger, she softly curled a lock of Adora’s hair around the little soldier’s ear.

“Yes, Shadow Weaver,” Adora saluted. Shadow Weaver left on a current of darkness that spilled out from beneath her, its writhing mass wrapping around the walls as she moved. Adora let out a deep exhale and turned to the entrance to the dorms.

Sat on Adora’s bunk was a small girl overflowing with hair. Two dark, fluffy ears were jutting out, flopping in random directions intermittently. She was freckled, and had markings down her tanned arms. The rags she wore smelled of burns, and a few distinctive markings of the Horde’s stun lasers adorned her arms and legs. She held her knees to her chest, hiding her face. Black claws stemmed from her fingers and fuzzy feet. Of most interest to Adora was the tail that curled tightly around these feet. Adora had never met anyone quite like this, and she was friends with a lizard boy.

“Cadet!” Adora said loudly, wishing to be firm. The girl looked up in shock, blue and yellow eyes wracked with fear, doing their best to puzzle out the newest threat now facing her. Adora forgot what she was going to say, and felt awful in realizing her imitation of Shadow Weaver.

“Oh - sorry, I… uh,” Adora stammered as the girl tilted her head. “I... like your tail.” Adora would have smacked her own face were it not prohibited on grounds of showing weakness. The girl crossed her legs and stared at her, less wary. ”I mean, um, my name’s Adora?” It came out as a question, and Adora, beginning to turn red with embarrassment, could only hope Shadow Weaver wasn’t listening in on this.

For a split second Adora was certain she saw the young girl smirk before she hid her face once again. Adora moved closer, and without looking up the newest cadet shuffled back from the edge of the bed to the pillow.

“That’s my bed,” Adora said, and quickly followed up with, “But you can take bottom bunk if you want, I don’t mind!”

“Go away,” the girl hissed, claws extending. She looked at Adora with disdain, fangs showing. She was tensed up, angry and frightened at the same time.

Adora instinctively adopted a ready stance, which made the little cat raise an eyebrow. She truly couldn’t figure out if this blond girl was an enemy or not. Adora began to worry as she had, for whatever reason, not expected resistance. If this turned into a fight, Shadow Weaver would not seek retribution on Adora, that much she knew. Whatever happened to this girl after that would be Adora’s fault. At the darkest hour in her young life she was saved by a low rumbling coming from the angry feline person’s stomach.

“Hungry? Wanna get some food?” Adora asked, overjoyed. The girl let out a faint ‘mew’ at the words, and nodded resentfully, ashamed of her hunger. She got up off the bed and followed Adora out of the dorms.

It was getting darker out, and the cafeteria would be closed by the time they got there, but with a little persuasion Adora was sure that Octavia would sneak them some food. Adora didn’t want to know how the tentacled enforcer got stuck with caring for the cadets - Octavia was a relentless, no-mercy kind of warrior in combat, though Adora suspected she was a softie at heart.

Outside, it was as nice a night as the Fright Zone could offer: pungent smoke from innumerable factories billowed across the murky orange horizon. The curved peaks of various military installations reached up into the air and lodged their hooks into the sky, blocking what few stars dared to defy the smog. Clawing at the ground below, it was as if the metallic landscape was merely the top of a great mechanical beast that slept underground, waiting to dig its nails in and rip apart the earth.

“It’s nicer when the sun’s out,” Adora said, mostly to herself.

Their stroll through the Horde base was undisturbed, though Adora caught her charge eyeing up exits, scalable walls and convenient platforms the whole way. The girl didn’t try to hide it, which infuriated Adora.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” said Adora. “It’s probably impossible to escape the Fright Zone on foot, it goes on forever, and there’s tons of robots out there waiting to drag back deserters.”

The little cat said nothing, sizing up a pair of guards as they went by the armoury. It was almost curfew, so the base was quiet. The enormous barrel of a tank caught her eye, and distracted her so that she almost walked into Adora. Adora resisted the urge to recite the statistics concerning this particular weapon of war, while the girl played off her stumbling by shoving her hands into her pockets and gazing, carefree, into the sky.

“So… you have a name?” Adora soon asked, to which she received no response. “Oh, come on!” She huffed, irritated. Hands behind her head now, the quiet feline grinned. “That’s okay,” Adora maintained. “We’ll get there.”

“Will we?” The girl asked suddenly.

“I hope so.”

Inside the cafeteria, only Octavia and a chef remained. The chef, a very old man with light skin and blinding white hair, wiped down the counter. Octavia, meanwhile, was stacking chairs slowly and methodically. It must have been a while since the octopus lady saw combat: she was wearing standard kitchen garb, with her green mandibles and ear fins tucked neatly behind her head in a hair net, as well as a white apron that was too small for her. Adora put on her biggest, brightest eyes and walked over with the hungry cat.

Seeing Adora, Octavia smiled. On seeing the girl next to her, however, she squinted.

“I’d watch this one, Adora. I heard about her,” She knelt down to be eye level with the Horde’s newest celebrity. “Vicious, so they say,” She growled, and the girl growled back, baring her teeth. Octavia returned a wide grin, showing her own teeth. “Looks kinda scrawny to me, though,” she laughed, and stood up to her full height, towering above the two girls, hands on her hips and tentacles poised in a display of size.

Adora heard the claws extend and in a split second grabbed at her companion’s tail. Please don’t, she thought. She did it without thinking, eyes wide as the person the tail belonged to looked at her with disgust and slapped her arm away. Octavia looked as though she would fall over laughing.

“Haha, I take it back, Adora, you’ve clearly got her under control. All it takes is a tug of the tail, eh, good to know!”

“Please, Octavia, can we get some food? It’s curfew soon and... I’m responsible for her,” Adora said, hurried and with eyes full of worry. She rubbed her arm nervously, while the new girl refused to look at either of them.

“Oh yeah?” Octavia said, immediately understanding. Her voice grew quieter. “Orders from Shadow Momma herself, huh? Good luck with that, kid.” She sighed. “I’ll get you a couple of ration packs. The good ones. Scrawny here could do with a lil’ protein by the looks of things,” She scuffed the girl’s hair, who stepped away, scowled, and began grooming her mane.

“Especially if she ever wants to have guns AS BIG AS THESE!” Octavia’s voice rose to its full potential as she performed a well-practiced flex, her bulging biceps lighting stars in Adora’s eyes. The feisty kitty, now finished with fixing her hair, stuck her tongue out, unimpressed.

The food was devoured long before they made it anywhere near the dorms. Adora didn’t need to offer her share, it was gone before she had the chance to say anything. She had never seen anyone enjoy Horde rations so much - it must have been a while since she ate. Adora took the chance to describe the things they walked past, gushing over the penetrative ability of the Horde walker’s railgun.

“Literally! Like from here…” She pointed to the nearest building, “Through like fifteen concrete walls, a replica of a princess’ shield, another walker, to there…” She pointed towards the base’s fortified wall on the other side, “...And even then we still couldn’t find the shell. It was so cool!”

While the feline’s eyes were entirely focused on annihilating the food, her ears were picking up on the sounds of destructive power, which was more than enough of an audience for Adora. When she had exhausted herself speaking, her eyes turned downcast, and she looked at her comrade.

“Sorry I... pulled your tail. I got scared and didn’t know what else to do. But you were really gonna take a swipe at her, weren’t you?”

“I still might. I don’t like her face.”

Adora giggled, it wasn’t the first time that she had heard such a sentiment. In the midst of the courtyard, she caught sight of a line of training dummies, stuffed full of fresh straw for training tomorrow. It was dark, the orange of dusk having receded entirely, leaving a dim grey sky that even the moon struggled to light up. It was after curfew now, but Adora wanted to see something.

“Come here,” Adora said, holding the girl’s hand and pulling her towards the targets. They were six foot tall, though at least two of those feet comprised the stick that the torsos were held up by. They wore little tiaras made of cardboard, and had varying hairstyles made up of straw - the kids and more creative types couldn’t resist giving them personality.

“Let’s see what you can do,” Adora said, only just realising that they were still holding hands. They pulled away at the same time, and the cat hastened to speak.

“Do what?”

“Something like this,” Adora said, adopting a combat stance.

Hands raised in front of her face, she placed one leg behind the other before launching a flurry of hits at the dummy. She went for jabs to either side initially, getting a feel for the momentum and seeing how the dummy would respond, rocking from side to side at each blow. Eventually, she went for a straight to the head, but didn’t quite have the height to connect firmly. Dishonored by the inanimate princess, Adora opted for an uppercut that she had to jump to fully accomplish, but at last the dummy fell to the floor with a satisfying thud, a few stray pieces of straw following it down to the ground.

“Pff, finally,” was the girl’s response. They moved to the next dummy. She cracked her fingers and raised her head before rotating her neck to the left, then right. In an instant came the sound of claws, and a violent twist of her body that spun her around to face Adora. She was grinning cruelly as straw burst from the dummy’s neck. It cascaded downwards, and the tiara followed, slowly. Deflated, defeated, the dummy fell with the lightest push of her tail.

Adora gawked, impressed. “Wow, I mean, we’re supposed to take prisoners alive, but… yeah. Wow. Good job!” She beamed a genuine smile that disarmed the ferocious girl. Before she could respond, a deep, authoritative voice shouted at them.

“Hey! What are you kids doing?” A large woman with an even larger shield made her way towards them. “It’s past curfew, get back to the barracks!” Her footsteps resounded as she made her way towards them, shield nearly splintering the floor with each step.

She was slow-moving, heavily weighed down by the armour of the Fright Zone’s elite guard. On top of this, she wielded a long spear, the tip of which sparked with an unknown energy. The mischievous cat couldn’t resist blowing a raspberry before Adora hastily dragged her back home, shouting ‘sorry’ into the night.

On their last stop before bed Adora took the new recruit to the showers, adjacent to the dorms, where she would be able to clean up and get a shiny new Horde uniform. They had the whole area to themselves. It was a vast space, painted an immaculate white from top to bottom. Tiles that looked as though they were just installed shone so that it was difficult to tell where the cubicle walls began. Adora waited just outside one of them, partially so that there wouldn’t be any escape attempts, but mainly out of a need to know more about this curious girl.

The water began running, and Adora tried her hardest to give the cat cadet time to relax, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Where did you come from?” She asked. No response. She sighed. “I don’t know much about places outside of the Fright Zone. There’s the Whispering Woods, which is dangerous, and Bright Moon, which is even more dangerous.”

In the absence of a reply, Adora changed the subject to one she was more personally interested in. “Do… you... have any parents?” The water was deafening. Adora rested her head against the cold tiles. “I don’t. Everyone in the Horde either has family that’s a part of it or never had anything at all. I’m on that side of things. Alone. Was alone, I mean. The Horde is my family now.”

The purity of her surroundings gave Adora clarity to thoughts that had swirled around her head often. All around her, it was all white. A clean wall to project herself at, and a listening ear just out of sight. She knew she would be tired tomorrow, given how late it was, but introspection came easier at night, and until now she hadn’t had anyone else to talk with quite like this.

“If you do have family, I’m sure you’ll see them again soon. Everyone says you fought hard… was it a ‘territory dispute’? Something like that?” Endless rushing water, a white noise that made it difficult for the feline to think. “Things like that are always over quickly. And your family will be a lot safer within the Horde, I promise.”

Inside the shower, the girl’s head pulsated. Burning, fraught with chaotic, competing thoughts. The day’s events repeated back to her, but distorted and uncertain. Stung by something in her brain, she turned off the shower, breathless.

“And if you don’t have anyone, well, now you do!” Adora said happily. She waited patiently in silence, thinking of what her parents might have looked like and what they did. Fighters, she believed, but what were they fighting? Where did they go? For some reason, it rarely made her sad, thinking of them and who they might have been - and why they had to leave her. The possibilities were so numerous that it sometimes kept her up at night imagining them all. Long-lost descendants of the First Ones? Defectors from Bright Moon? Aliens?

The girl emerged from the shower wrapped in an excessive amount of towels.

“Catra. My name is Catra,” She repeated. “Catra,” Once more, quietly to herself, clinging tightly to the towels.

“Nice to finally meet you, Catra,” Adora said, smiling tiredly at her new friend. She stuck out a hand jokingly, and to her surprise Catra took it, mimicking the action but not fully understanding it. They shook hands awkwardly.

No amount of simulated battles could compare to the feeling of fatigue that washed over Adora, and so she resolved to get to sleep as soon as possible. She took Catra to the nearest changing room and encouraged her to pick out a size for her uniform. Whatever she took would be immediately replaced, the Horde was very efficient like that. It was a child’s white and red sleeveless shirt, with a pair of green slacks that were just slightly too long for her. She cut off the excess with a claw and refused to wear shoes, claiming to be far more mobile, and deadly, without them.

A short time later, Adora was face to face with her bed, worn out by a hard day’s work. Light snoring came from the other cadets down the hall; the Horde’s training program from day to day was more than enough to put the young recruits into a deep sleep. She collapsed onto the bed, groaning with relief.

“Oh, sorry,” Adora mumbled into her pillow. “You want bottom?” She turned over lazily to face Catra, whose eyes glowed in the dark.

“Keep it,” She said, pouncing to the top bunk in one swift motion. Some fidgeting later, and Catra’s tail dropped from above, swaying contently in front of Adora’s face. It was hypnotising, and Adora could feel her eyelids getting heavier. Before sleep’s sweet embrace could take her, though, Catra asked, “So, no bunkmate? Why not?”

Adora, exhausted and far too honest, said, “I think people are scared of me. Well, Shadow Weaver, which I get. But that means me as well, ‘cos she’s my tutor, y’know?”

After a long period of silence, in which Adora caught exactly four seconds of sleep, Catra said, “I’m not scared of you. Or her.”

“Mmm… good. Means… impress them tomorrow… the squad… and her.. combat test…” She went silent, breathing softly and clutching her pillow.

Catra stared at the ceiling and saw Shadow Weaver’s eyes stare back. Red now, not white. They faded into the dark before reappearing, barely visible, at the very end of the dorms, taking up a distrustful vigil over all. She scoffed and turned over, head down. In the black of her mind those eyes remained, becoming the only thought her brain allowed. She poked her head over the side of the bed and watched Adora sleeping. After a time, she too fell asleep, though it was anything but restful.

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littlemulattokitten · 6 years

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"Barista writes bad jokes/poetry on cute regular customer’s cup" sirius-hermione

Idk if I’m ever gonna expand this more or not, but uh...here I guess. It’s long so, you know, below the cut.

Alright, so the whole barista gig was kind of an accident.

He never planned on keeping the job, let alone taking it to begin with, or enjoying it for that matter, but the added income was nice. Very nice. Rugged barista by day, suave bartender by night. And all the tips he could flirt out of his patrons.

When Marlene had called him a few months prior, flustered and with the droning of a busy coffee shop in the background, he'd never planned on being her backup barista because he “already knew health and safety regulations, and could pick up new recipes like some sort of mixology savant". Still, a few hours later he'd been wearing an apron, a headset, and making drinks faster than Marlene’s most seasoned barista.

He begrudgingly admitted to enjoying the busy afternoon and once they worked out his schedule around his first job, she printed off his new hire paperwork. His roommates -Remus and James- got a nice chuckle out of his drink-industry dual-career. He practiced his rude sign language vocabulary in retaliation.

It wasn't until three months into the day job that Sirius got jarred out of the rhythmic monotony of making caffeinated drinks when he glanced at the morning queue and saw the single most adorable creature he'd ever seen. He was so stunned that he'd nearly burned himself on the steamer, and then he lost his rhythm, second guessing the recipe for the drink he'd been making on autopilot a moment before.

“Um...Hi. Sorry, I rarely come here,” he heard her say to Marlene at the counter. “Ah...I'll take a venti mocha with 3 pumps of peppermint syrup, an extra shot of espresso, and extra whip please.”

He'd been vibrating with impatience while Marlene took her sweet time entering the order into the computer before asking the beauty's name.

“Hermione, but...um...just ‘Mione is probably faster to write? M-I-O-N-E.”

“Helen's daughter,” he said aloud, unthinkingly. She turned towards him and he tried his damndest not to trip over his words. “Are your parents history buffs or Shakespeare fans?”

Everything from her wild curls to her whiskey-brown eyes brightened when she gave him a perfect, albeit small, smile. “Both.”

He grinned and got to work on her drink, taking care to craft it with more than his usual attention to detail. She blessed him with another smile when he called her name - her full name.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Anytime, love,” he replied.

Marlene threw him odd looks until the rush died down, long after the lovely Hermione had left the shop. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look at a girl like that before, Sirius,” she said as she helped him wipe down the drink station.

“Do you know her?” he asked.

Marlene shrugged. “I know of her. That is, assuming there’s only one Hermione at HU.”

Sirius nearly dropped one of the milk cartons he was restocking his under-counter mini fridge with, and he did fumble with the fresh whipped cream canister that fell over as a result. “She goes to Hogwarts?” he hissed, only just remembering that he couldn’t shout when customers were around. “What does she major in?”

Marlene frowned in thought while trying to scrub a dried pool of hazelnut syrup from the counter. “Creative Writing, I think? Something in Arts & Humanities. She might a double major actually. Lils told me that people call her mad, but that she’s a really sweet girl so long as you aren’t in her way. That said, I’m pretty sure Malfoy’s been chasing her tail this term. He was in here talking about a ‘feisty little bint’ that would ‘come around eventually’ the other day.”

“Which Malfoy?” he asked. “Draco, Lucius, or Abraxas?”

“Draco mostly,” she said. “Abraxas didn’t sound disinterested, and Lucius was dreadfully bored by the whole discussion.”

“As he should be,” Sirius grumbled under his breath. “He’s engaged to my cousin.”

“He made a comment about being engaged and they teased him about it,” said Marlene.

Sirius gave a noncommittal grunt. “Well, I hope that she doesn’t ‘come around’ to either still-single Malfoy triplet. She deserves better.”

“You don’t know her,” Marlene said in a sing-song voice.

No, he thought. I don’t. But I want to.

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overly-b · 6 years

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True Intentions Made Untrue (A Kingsman Fic) - Chapter 3

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x American Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of top agents meant that she never had a shot. Until one day, when it seemed that out of the blue, the rules had suddenly changed. But why? How did the rules once so firmly pressed into stone suddenly change? Was it her, was it the agency? Sometimes the truest intentions can turn bitter.

Just a lil disclaimer, this fic will be hard to follow if you have not seen the Kingsman movies (or at least the first one) spoiler alert if you have not! Also, I am American, so I tend to write things as well as my characters with that point of view so the reader is American.

Please feel free to message me or shoot me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, spoilers if you haven’t seen the movie

Enjoy loves!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

It took everything that I had not to gush over the pyramid of puppies in front of me. I kept my lips pressed in a firm line to force myself to listen to Merlin who stood on the balcony above them.

“As some of you will have learned last night, teamwork is paramount here at Kingsman. We're here to enhance your skills, test you to the limit. Which is why you're gonna pick a puppy.”

My eyes went straight to the brittany spaniel that was placed in the middle of the pyramid, as well as the pit bull right next to it. I weighed my options. My family in America had brittany's back home. Hunting dogs, easy to train, easy to get along with, plus, I have tons of experience already. However, Pitbulls are tough and hearty. Easy to train as well.

“Wherever you go, your dog goes. You will care for it. You will teach it. And by the time it's fully trained, so will you be. Those of you who are still here, that is. Do you understand? Choose your puppy.”

I go for the brittany, scooping up the puppy in my arms. I take a moment to squeeze it gently before attaching its leash and placing the small being at my feet. I stand next to Eggsy with Roxy on his other side. I peer over their choices.

“A poodle?” Eggsy asks slightly smug expression on his face.

“What? They're gun dogs. Oldest working breed. Easy to train.” She looks to me for back up, Eggsy peers my way along with her. I nod in agreement to her statement. “A pug?” She beats me to the punch. Eggsy then looks up in a panic.

“It's a bulldog, innit?” My mouth widens in surprise and amusement and I shut it quickly not to burst out laughing at his mistake. Roxy shakes her head. Eggsy then cocks his head towards me with a look of help me on his face. He sees my expression and realizes the mishap. “It'll get bigger, though, won't it?”

“Not by much” I stifle a giggle.

“Shit” He drops his shoulders, looking at my dog. “Alright then, what’s that?” He asks, obviously annoyed with himself, trying to see if I had made a bad decision as well.

“It’s a brittany” I say matter of factly. “Hunters, gun dogs, quick learners, and I have previous experience”

“Fuck me” He groans, seeing that I chose wisely.

“At least he’s cute” I glance down to Eggsy’s feet where our puppies sniff each other wearily, both so tiny and weak. He chuckles at my attempts to make him feel better.

Shortly after we all fall back in line, Merlin dismisses us for the day. I decide to stay outside in the sun and play with my new found friend. I sit down in the grass, letting him off of his leash. He patters around slowly for a while, unsure of his surroundings. I giggle as he trips over himself multiple times, his footing still not being the greatest. As I ponder names for the tiny brown and white dog, I hear footsteps behind me.

“Mind if I join you?” Eggsy’s accent rings through my ears. I turn my head to find him with his pug in his arms. I pat the grass next to me, motioning for him to sit. He sets his puppy down near my leg and takes the place beside me.

“Any ideas for names yet?” I question the blonde haired boy.

“Not really. You?” We both stare intently at the creatures bouncing about.

“Meh. I’m brainstorming” I answer. “What are some of your favorite things?”

“What?” He furrows his brows.

“What are some of your favorite things?” I ask again. “You know, singers, shows, movies. What are some things we could base his name off of?”

He spends a few minutes listing singers, movies, shows, characters, telling me all about some of his favorite things. I find it interesting simply listening to him.

“Jack Bauer is my favorite character of all time though.” He admits.

“You’re gonna name your dog Jack Bauer?” I muse.

“Nah. That’s a bit funny don’t ya think?” He chuckles.

“JB” I state absentmindedly, watching our dogs play together whilst picking at a blade of grass.

“JB, that’s perfect” He sits up slightly.

“What?” I whip my head around to look at him, giggling in a confused manner.

“JB! I love it”

“Oh my god I was joking!” I exclaim.

“Well I’m not, I fuckin love that. JB the bulldog” He states matter of factly.

“Eggsy he’s not a bulldog!” I laugh gesturing to his pug.

“Yeah, how the bloody fuck did I do that?”

“I don’t know how the hell did you do that?” I scoff at him, answering his question with the same one.

“Fucking,” He sighs in annoyance with his own mistake. “What are you naming your dog?”

While Eggsy was listing off his favorite things, I was listening and thinking of some names as well. One however, was as random as it gets, but it seemed to suit the young boy pup.

“Bentley” I state.

“Bentley? Like the car?” he tilts his head.

“Yup” I answer, thinking of a certain automobile that I hold near and dear to my heart.

“Ya like Bentleys?” He squints in the ever prevailing sun.

“I do yeah. My dad had one” I leave it simply, not wanting to dig further into the topic. He seems to understand this as he asks no further. We sit for a while longer before Merlin’s footsteps approach us.

“Y/N, Eggsy” He begins. I quickly stand at attention, and Eggsy is clumsy in following my lead. “At ease.” He tells us. “A word with you please” He nods in my direction. I clip Bentley’s leash to his collar and shoot Eggsy a quick smile before walking in Merlin's shadow into the Kingsman base.

We walk a ways through an endless maze of hallways and doors before coming to one in what looks to be a hospital-like setting.

“Understanding that Harry is some of the only family that you have, I feel that it is important that you know he was injured on a mission today”

My face drops as I feel my heart fall to my stomach and I fail to keep my composure.

“What- um, what happened?” I ask Merlin, just above the tone of a whisper.

“Of course you know I can not discuss certain information, he’s in a coma. He’s stable, however, we don’t know how long it’ll be until he will come to.”

I take a moment to process the information given.

“Can I see him?” Merlin answers my question by opening the door and holding it for me to walk through. After I enter, he steps in behind me and shuts the door.

In the blindingly white room, I find machines, beeping and whirring away. Screens and lights blinking and showing breathing patterns and heart waves. And in the middle of it all, Harry. I go from pursing my lips in anticipation to biting my bottom lip so hard in an attempt not to lose it before Merlin's eyes. I let a shaky breath out of my mouth.

“Is he going to be okay?”

“It seems that way yes. I think we just need to have patience. If I were you I would try not to worry. Focus on your training. Make him proud”

I nod at Merlin, walking over to Harry’s bedside and giving his hand a gentle yet tight squeeze.

“Thank you, Merlin” I take long strides out of the room.

As I find the way back to our quarters, I try not to focus in the fact that Merlin didn’t say that Harry was going to be okay. I try not to think about how unsure he was of it all. I try not to think of the look on his face when I asked. I try, but I did not win that game.

I was thankful to find that the quarters were empty and decided to take a shower. I tied Bentley’s leash to the foot of my bed while he slept just to make sure he didn’t run off.

After standing in one of the semi-private single showers, I stripped down and turned the water hot. I stand in the steaming water in hopes that it would calm me down before anyone else wandered back to the quarters.

I heave sobs, shoving them down my throat before they can escape my mouth. It causes a painful lump in my neck that I am forced to swallow as soon as I hear voices. Charlie, Rufus, and Digby all walk past the shower room into the area where the beds lay. Being that the showers are secluded, they take no notice of me standing there listening to every word they say.

I quickly dry off and dress.

“Lads, who d’ya think is gone next?” I hear Charlie ask his friends.

“Ah that pleb Eggsy has no place here, he’s bound to fuck up soonest,” One of them says. Exiting the shower, I tiptoe to the entrance of the room, listening intently.

“I have a feeling that Roxy might put up a good fight but, she doesn’t have what it takes either”

I scoff to myself. Typical male energy.

“But we both know that you’d tap that, either way, eh Rufus?” Charlie slaps his shoulder. The group laughs.

“What about Y/N mate. She’s well fit, how’d ya think she’ll hold up?” My ears perk up.

“Not well fit enough. D’ya see how small she is?” Charlie gestures, mentioning my short figure. “She’s got to be the youngest one here. She’s feisty but, I doubt she’ll keep up. All talk I bet, she’s too soft for this.”

My face contorts at their demeaning comments. Not into a look of sadness or offense, but into a look of anger, and pure determination. I decided then to walk out of the shower room.

“Evening boys” I comment nonchalantly, walking to my bed.

“Evening Y/N” Charlie stands from his position and demeaningly walks towards my bed where I untie Bentley. I turn to walk back out, having every intention of taking my dog for a walk, but Charlie plants himself directly in my path.

“‘Excuse me” I demand.

“Where you going so quick love?” He places his hands on my shoulders to steady my attempt to get around him. I swiftly shake his hands off.

“A walk, now get out of my way” I take a step to his other side, but his large legs beat me there again.

“Care if I join you?”

“Yeah, I do actually” I sass, absolutely hating the fact that I am forced to look upwards when I speak. “Plus, doubt I could keep up anyway.” I sneer. It was then that he realized I was listening to what he had said.

“Oh come on darling” He chuckles slightly. “I didn’t mean to offend you-” “Good, cause you didn’t” I cut him off sharply.

“I’m just saying love,” There’s that word again. “I just don’t think you have what it takes.”

“All talk right?” I rehash his insult.

“Seems like it to me” He looks me up and down. “Little thing like you, how could you possibly beat out all of us”

To this, I narrow my eyes and look straight into his.

“I guess you’ll find out” I state firmly, with a glint of bitterness to my tone. With that being my final sentence, I begin walking. But not without bumping shoulders with the tall man as hard as I could muster. And sure enough, it was a force great enough to knock him out of my way.

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lumilasi · 6 years

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So. Originally I meant Adam be my main, but I decided I should go with Azul and Reuben instead, given how many connections they have to the other ocs I and my friend got. They are clearly more of the center of focus.

Also there’s a bio for Azul’s familiar Lasha.

Who is a total hoe.

At first glance anyway, there’s more to him than that actually.

Anyway, character bio;

Name: Azul Samaros

He/him

Height: 177 cm

Human mage

Age: 25

Dark Arts master of the Kingdom of Valencia

personality:

Azul is known to be very quiet, only talking when he legit has things to say. He’s also very blunt and honest, and has a dry sense of humor. He is the type to often take matters into his own hands and act before asking for permission.

He is a highly protective big brother, and while he tends to act like a dick to his lil bro (who acts like a dick back, it’s a bro thing) he loves Reuben dearly and would literally kill anyone who dared to hurt him.

Despite his apparent grumpy nature, Azul is actually far more patient than one would think initially, as it is really hard to make him angry. He can stand his brother’s mishaps and his familiar’s flirty behavior without batting an eyelid for hours.

Important people:

His brother Reuben: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174471835666/next-oc-done-this-time-its-azul-feisty-lil-bro

His teacher Lionel: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174634983311/i-was-supposed-to-finish-him-ages-ago-but-had

Alexander (his king, TBA)

Mellina (His Queen, TBA)

Helias (former ruler, Gwendolyn’s brother): https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174053975541/so-ive-been-busy-with-working-on-designs-for

Gwendolyn (his GF of sorts and also an Empress): https://mad-hatter-rici.tumblr.com/post/174081334714/my-best-pal-since-2010-decided-to-create-a-tumblr

His brother’s Djinn and his familiar’s love interest Athem: https://mad-hatter-rici.tumblr.com/post/174755800804/athem-the-djinn-yeah-so-here-is-another-oc-for-the

Familiar Lasha (more info at the end)

Abilities:

Azul is a dark magic mage so he knows a lot about curses and summoning spells, and can perform those as well, not to mention create enchanted objects or poisons. He can also solidify shadows as a weapon.

He has the ability to put a sleeping spell on people, this one is sort of his trademark as he uses it a LOT, whenever he wants his bro or Lasha to shut up, or if he needs someone to rest due to their injuries.

He can also command Lasha as he pleases, though mainly uses the snake’s skills for intelligence gathering and occasional massages. He doesn’t want to use Lasha in battles too much both because the snake demon might go a bit far, and because he honestly is concerned the dumbass would hurt himself badly.

Weaknesses:

His tendency to act before asking for permission can sometimes lead into rather bad results, where he meddles into something he shouldn’t have.

He is terrible at making friends because most find him highly intimidating. He mainly really chats with his brother casually, or his familiar. Overall, he just has the tendency to come off cold and blunt, which might be learned from the way his teacher acted. His habit of not always getting enough sleep and staying up too much is also learned from Lionel, although in his master’s case it was fine, since as a Chesire, he didn’t need as much sleep as Azul does.

He is a skilled mage, but there are always those who are more skilled, such as his teacher, Lionel, and sometimes Azul overestimates his abilities.

Fun Facts

- Azul could be considered Demisexual, as one really needs to gain his trust before he can actually feel attracted to them - something Gwendolyn managed to do. He doesn’t care too much whom he’s romantically involved with, at least when it comes to gender. His current lover just happens to be a woman.

- Azul is pretty kinky and aggressive lover, which Gwendolyn actually enjoys a lot given how feisty she is.

- He sometimes contacts his wandering teacher trough Astral plane if there is more serious matter to discuss

- Azul’s most precious possession is a ritual knife he got from Lionel (the one he can use to contact him) his teacher, and he is highly possessive over this item due to the incredible emotional value it holds. He will get pissy if anyone touches it without his permission, and might either stab, curse or just punch them, or otherwise make their day miserable. The only two people who are allowed to touch it are Reuben and Lasha.

- His nicknames for Lasha are Lash, hoe, Slutnoodle and dumbass.(Lasha has a habit of flirting a lot, and before Reuben found Athem, Lasha also slept around quite a bit)

- He calls his brother either Ruby or Reubie (or dumbass number two)

- He himself is nicknamed “the Blue Demon” by the common folk because he tends to terrify them a lot.

- Azul is one of the very few people Empress Gwendolyn trusts to see the horrid scarring on her back from the demon attack century ago.

- Azul can go on for days without sleep, though usually someone eventually knocks him out when he starts getting ridiculous with it.

- That claw thing on his finger is something he uses to bleed magic essence from things. it is based on Helias’ feathers that have similar ability.

BG story in a nutshell:

Reuben and Azul were orphaned brothers whose home village was destroyed by a rampaging magical fire, which originated from their lunatic of a father trying to enchant Reuben’s elemental powers with a forbidden ritual, and causing the boy’s power to lash out of control. They ended up in Mirthas where they lived up to their late teens, during which time both were trained in their respective magic skills, Azul being trained by Mirthas’ master exorcist Lionel. After Reuben’s mental state got worse due to the nightmares and guilt over what happened back in their home village, Azul and Lionel decided to erase every bit of memory from Reuben’s mind regarding to the incident, portecting his sanity.

During their time in Mirthas, Azul summoned himself a familiar, who freaked Lionel out at first upon realizing he was the same type of demon as the one who’d attacked their Kingdom years ago. However, upon seeing how well Azul connected with the snake, he allowed the boy to keep it. He also managed to develop a bond with the then reclusive Empress of Mirthas, who’d been keeping herself away from public eye due to heavy emotional scarring and shame. Azul’s honest, no nonsense nature helped to ease the troubled Empress’ mind, and she grew fond of the young mage.

Azul ended up in his current Kingdom of Valencia after taking a trip there with his brother and the Empress, who was requested to aid her old friends with something. The two brothers grew fond of the human kingdom and decided to stay, especially after Reuben went and fell in love with their elder prince.

So that’s all about Azul for now

Here’s bits about Lasha

Age: Unknown, but he says he’s at least a couple centuries old

Height: 185 cm

Length (snake form): about 4-5 meters

Demon Type:

He’s what they call “Arthan” which refers to members of the lost kingdom of Arthanos who ended up succumbing into their own magic power and turning into demons. Another name - the one primarily used - is Silver Night Beasts as often they have an element of their body that appears like the night sky and glimmers silvery with “stars”

Personality:

He’s highly flirty, physically affectionate and seductive, coming off as somebody highly confident with their looks and not afraid to use that advantage. Most of the time he acts calm and well-mannered, though he is mischievous too, playing tricks on people (harmless; Azul would get pretty angry if he hurt people without permission) and loves being paid attention to.

That being said, he genuinely cares for his Master and gets highly testy if someone insults Azul or his brother Reuben. As a snake, he can act almost cutesy and silly.

When it comes to his master brother’s Djinn - whom he knows personally from the past - Lasha’s behavior can change drastically and reminds more of how he used to be as human; loud, aggressive, blunt and sarcastic. Athem just seems to know exactly how to push his buttons.

The same time it’s pretty obvious to everyone around them that Lasha still loves him and his blunter attitude is born more out of absolute trust towards Athem and lack of need to control himself and portray himself in a certain manner. basically, he acts a bit more natural with Athem.

He can also be extremely childish and playful around his childhood friend/boyfriend in a manner that resembles what he usually does only in his snake form.

Abilities:

He is IMMENSELY strong physically, able to even damage the most powerful creature types of their world like Nephilins (Gwendolyn and Helias) or White Tigers (Rayna) He can rip humans to shreds with ease, and his claws in human form are so sharp he can cut trough metals and thick rock.

He has four forms he can shift in between; a full human form with legs, a half-human, half-snake naga form with two variations; a “friendly” one where his human upper body looks like how he normally looks in human form, and a “demonic” look where his face turns more demonic with a snake-like jaw, no eyebrows and his hair turns inverted with colors. This form is also MUCH larger than normal, easily towering over people with being near three meters tall (not including the tail part, simply the human body) Last form is the tiny snake which is weakest, but he prefers it outside battles (or making out) as it conserves energy.

Lasha, like other demons of his kindred, has a curse he can inflict upon others; his is called “Euphoria” where he can inject or blow powerful poison on people that drives them to extreme bloodlust, or uncontrollable mad cackles that won’t stop, or other extreme types of hormonal rush or so, to the point they eventually die from too much stress put upon your body.

Lasha can traverse trough shadows like most demons and turn invisible, and see into people’s dreams. He also has a mental link with his master, able to communicate with him wordlessly.

He’s an excellent dancer as well and gives reeeally good massages.

Weaknesses:

Being a bound demon, he is not as powerful as he would be when freed. Like majority of dark beings, light magic is pretty effective against him.

Lasha has a demon-type specific weakness where someone using his original name from his time as a human can basically gain complete control over him, making him lose his autonomy entirely, both body and mind if the name-wielder wishes so. The only being able to override this enslavement is his Deity Belias as he always knows the human identity of his demons. Lucky for Lasha, finding out ones original name isn’t easy.

Unluckily, there is a person in his current life that knows it, though he would never use it against him voluntarily, as he loves Lasha. (Athem)

In his snake form, he is pretty vulnerable and can get badly hurt from just stepping on him.

His past has left him with traumas, and at times he might wake up in a fit of anxiety where he is unable to speak, nor change his form from whatever it is (snake or humanoid) even if he wanted to.

Fun facts:

- Lasha is a lil intimidated by huge ass tall people, because Mirthas’ Kingdom Bear shape-shifter guardian Cain accidentally stepped on him once. it hurt, a lot.

- He has a habit of nuzzling Azul’s hair as a form of innocent affection; it’s a habit he developed during their first year of knowing each other.

- Lasha’s favorite people to flirt with for shits and giggles are Azul and Gwendolyn. His flirting style is very different then though, when compared to the person he actually loves; Lasha can be very well spoken and charming when flirting with peeps he’s not serious about, but with Athem he can be absolutely childish.

- His curse bases on what he felt when he first transformed into a demon; in Lasha’s case he was in the middle of a bloody battle and was enjoying it to a disturbing degree.

- Ironically, he’s actually calmer now as a demon than he was as a human, according to Athem who knew him when he was human

- Lasha’s favorite napping spot in snake form is his master’s shoulders. In human form he sleeps on Azul’s bed as it’s often unoccupied anyway due to Azul’s night-owl habits. He does also like to go and use Athem as a pillow whenever he’s available.

- The ruby pendant he wears in human form is the symbol of his contract with Azul, as it used to belong to Azul originally.

BG story in a nutshell:

Lasha was once a warrior of Arthanos, a lost Kingdom known for its dark magic and powerful warriors. He was one of the “channelers” warriors who could channel their deity’s magic power. Like every Channeler, he was paired with a normal warrior, who happened to be his childhood friend Athem.

Athem had been in love with him since they were kids, and always tried to reign in Lasha’s violent tendencies, though rarely succeeding in it. In turn, Lasha found him an “annoying nag” or “party popping, straight-laced, goody-two-shoes bore with a stick up his ass, and not the good kind.”

Despite his harsh words, Lasha did actually return the feelings aimed at him, he just didn’t want to admit it openly.

It was Athem who was forced to banish Lasha into the dark realm once he transformed, as Lasha almost killed him. The snake didn’t really recall Athem or any of these events up until he appeared back into his new life as a Djinn.

Sometime during his demon years, Lasha was under another master who treated him horribly, thus resulting into his traumas.

The reason why he adores his current master so much is because of his past experience, as Azul is actually decent towards him - aside from the name-calling and smacking his head when he misbehaves - which Lasha is really glad about, as part of him still yearns to be treated like a human and not a monster.

Wow.

Lot of stuff here.

I’ll update this later on likely, right now my brain is emptied out of creative juices after typing all that on the fly

Art and characters (C) Me

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