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lazyneonrabbitt · 8 months

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Unconventional couples and their necessary assistance spells: Inked Sigils.

Werewolf!Daryl Dixon x Witch!Reader SMUT 🔞

Fate brought you together, spells finally brought you family.

"G'ahh fuck it hurts.." Your pained voice dragged throughout the cabin.

"Quit yer squirmin', ya got this." Daryl's stern voice made a point, you had to pull through and that last move almost hurt you more than both of you would have liked. His rough hands held your body in place as he spoke encouraging words. "Yer so strong."

You sniffled and hiccupped through the hurt. "Daryl, I can't.." Your eyes went from his worried ones to the blood covered sheets you laid on, your body bare in front of your lover.

"Yer gonna pull through, know it hurts ya but yer gonna be happy later." His hand moved back to your lower belly, rubbing soothing circles against the skin before whispering a soft 'sorry'and returning to his previous actions.

He took the large needle from the bowl next to him. The liquid it was drenched in a combination of yours and his blood mixed with different kinds of herbs and ingredients that held magical properties when combined.

His large hand held your skin taut as he started carefully copying the design from the spellbook that laid beside him.

You two had found each other by accident, both spotting that same cabin and hoping to call it home. Both having nowhere else to go and noone to go to, you decided to share and see how it'd go. You could both feel the others' ties to the moon and felt that the mutual connection helped you in becoming friendly. Starting with him keeping you safe from the dead as you performed a full moon cleansing ritual, and you cooking up some remedies to sundue the pains of changing shape under that same moon and rubbed ground up healing herbs onto his wounds whenever healing them on his own took too much energy.

It wasn't long before you were sharing a bed together during the nights, and a nest under the full moon, cuddled up in furs and pelts.

You sat down to discuss something which neither of you had disclosed details of. But as it turned out you had the same plan. You wanted a child with the other.

But that proved to be more of a challenge than you had expected it to be as many moons had passed and you still weren't carrying his offspring. No matter what lycantrophic full moon rituals you performed or fertility spells you put both you and Daryl under, nothing seemed to work.

It broke your spirit to disappoint your lover like this, to be unable to give him what he desired. But it broke his heart even more to find the bed empty when he awoke at night, seeing you huddled up at the fireplace, surrounded by piles upon piles of books and scrolls that maybe held the answer to your troubles.

Even when he had held you close night after night whispering it wasn't bothering him and he still loved you just as much you wouldn't give up.

And then you stumbled on the ritual you were currently performing. From a book you had shoved aside time and time again because it had this strange vibe around it.

You sat down with Daryl to look the ritual over and both agreed to try and to not quit halfway through.

With each prick of the drenched needle you felt the spell binding to your organs. The book spoke of pain but you never expected it to be this bad..

Breathing heavy and biting down on an old rag you tried to focus on the future and distract yourself from the hurt for as long as Daryl needed to finish the sigil on your lower stomach.

He watched you struggle to stay outstretched, your body practically begging to curl up and hide. The words he kept repeating to you like a calming mantra seemed to help just enough to sit through the remaining time without needing another break.

The sigil was done, the unfamiliar surge you felt made that clear enough and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing this torture was over.

He took the utmost care with cleaning up any mess and making sure you were comfortable the whole time but not liking the dark veins spreading from the fresh sigil and seemed to disappear deep into your body.

By the second your skin was cleared of any residue you snatched the book to refresh your memory of the next step. Inspecting the pages you hummed at the simplicity of the next step. "Says we fuck now," you state simply. "When the initial discomfort of placing the sigil is over, you body is prepared to carry offspring of whichever lifeform you lay with." Quoting the page's words to your partnerwho was setting the bowl and needle aside.

"Ya sure that discomfort's gone? I know yer excited but--" His question was interrupted by you frantically grabbing for the basket of bloody rags and hurling, emptying your stomach into it.

Tears falling as you curled into yourself and shrieked in pain.

Daryl was on you in seconds trying to find the source of your discomfort as you cried in his arms. His free hand ran over the book to read over the spell once again, but it said nothing about this much pain after the sigil placement. All it did was give a general pain warning at the start.

"M'okay. P.. promise." Steadying your breaths took a moment but you fought through the pain. He laid you down to get some water when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Daryl sensed a shift in the air. Your scent was changing. A fast, drastic change that almost forced him to shift right where he stood. All he could do was breathe in the scent of a female wolf begging to be bred and he could feel his human shape starting to give way as his nails formed into claws and a growl slipped past large fangs.

He dropped to his knees as the change washed over him and resisting you became even harder.

You noticed him shift and gathered the strength to look over, only to find staring at you like a piece of meat, pawing at his hard cock.

You wrote his behavior off as a side effect of the spell, and with no time to prepare, gave him the okay as most of the pains had faded to just a dull ache.

"S'okay.." You gave him the most genuine smile you could manage and braced yourself for the claws you expected to tear into you like the last time he was this feral.

But the claws never came.

They placed beside you as he hovered over you and took his time working himself into you with slow thrusts untill he had his ready swollen knot pressed against your spread lips.

He lapped at your tears until he felt the soft press of your hips against his, and set off at a less calm pace.

With each of his thrusts you felt the stab of the sigil deep inside of you and begged it was a good sign. Daryl's large paw reached to rest on your stomach and you feared for pain that never came. Yoir skin had healed over so you went back to focusing on the delicious drag of Daryl's large member against your walls and the pad of his finger that had found yoir clit. He could feel your discomfort and tried to finish as quickly as possible, rubbing at your sensitive nub to get you off and squeeze around his cock to help him over the edge too. It took him only a few more thrusts before he started lapping at your back and thrusted hard into you, locking his knot inside and filling you with his seed.

His cum burned hot against your walls, feeling him empty himself inside of your womb and leaving you with a slight swell after he had calmed and laid down with you.

Daryl still wasn't sure how he felt about you going through all this pain, but all he could do was hold you close and make sure you were comfortable. Your back was pressed against his and his large frame curled adound you. One paw rested underneafh his head while the other one reached out to take your hand in his and rest them together over your stomach, silently praying to the moon he shared so many nights with, to let this pain be worth it in the end.

Only when he was entirely certain you were fully asleep he reached for the book again. There were no further steps or notes for the spell. They were done so all there was to it now was wait for signs of it taking.

Somewhere during the night he shifted back into his human form and covered you both in a large blanket and sleep some more. He had made sure to stock up on food so there was no need to leave your side, so he wouldn't unless you'd ask him.

The next day Daryl was in what you had started to refer to as 'guard dog mode'. Wether in his human form or not he'd hover around you, sniffing around for any changes and looking for any discomforts to the point of you smacking him on the forehead with the soup spoon. "Daryl." Your whole demeanor still groggy from yesterday. "Eat your deer at least three feet away from me please." You were seated next to the fireplace to stay nice and warm while you recovered, and Daryl was next to you as he was roasting deer over the fire that heated your soup earlier.

With a grumble he moved aside, looking likr a defeated child at the other end of the decorative rug gou salvaged soon after you officially started living together.

"Oh come on. Don't sulk like that, baby." If he'd be in his shifted form right now he'd be giving you huge puppy eyes and soft whines. "Jus' wanna touch ya." He spoke quietly, reminding you of fhe one thinv he'd tell you every single time he bred you. "First fourty-eight hours are important fer our kind."

He was right. You were closing in on the twenty-four hour mark and he still hadn't sensed a change in your scent. Maybe this spell didn't work either. Maybe witches and werewolves just weren't meant to mix.

He noticed the change in your posture and glanced over, quickly understanding what was going on. Again.

Every try, without fail you'd become discouraged after the first day of Daryl not telling your scent changed.

"Ya still got time." He reached out his hand, hoping you'd accept it. He'd also hoped his prayers were heard last night and everything was just setting in slow.

You saw Daryl's outstretched hand and placed yours on top of it, giving him a soft smile before skillfully lifting your bowl of soup and slurping up the last bit.

"I believe you, Dee." You squeezed his hand in yours. "It's just my head being loud, I shouldn't listen to it." Shaking your head at yourself you set down your bowl and rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling and then back at Daryl who was still gnawing the last bits of meat off a piece of bone.

"Wha'cha want?" He looked at you on the floor with a brow raised in question.

"Maybe we should just pluck a feral dog off the street and keep it." You looked at him in the corner of your eye, waiting for a reaction but he gave none besides a huff of disbelief.

"What?" You laugh as you roll onto your side. "A cute German Sheperd. Or maybe some kind of terrier if those are even still around?" You kept your eyes on his and shrugged. "Would be cute."

He rolled his eyes at you and let out a breathy laugh as he accused you of messing with your soup and that being the reason for your stupid ideas.

"Or maybe I'm trying to stay in a maternal mindset. Who knows what emotions do to bodily spells."

Neither of you had any idea about it. You tried this one out of pure desperation because honestly you were tired of failing.

"Ya think goin' for 'nother round's gonna up the chance?"

You gave it a thought and shrugged, sitting up and moving over to him. "At least it'll kill some time and help us fall asleep."

Daryl tossed the bone near your bowl and laid down on his back, watching as you straddled his hips and rubbed yourself on his clothed cock. A pleased hum escaped his lips as his grabbed at the hem of his pants and shoved them down when you lifted your hips to adjust your position.

"Eager are we?" He mused with his hands now on your hips, underneath the soft fabric of your robe that you wore with nothing underneath. He guided your hips at a slow pace as you felt him getting harder with every stroke until you felt he was slicked up enough to press into you. With one smooth motion he was all the way inside of you.

You needed a second to adjust but quickly set a steady pace riding him with your hands on his chest for balance.

You kept note of his sounds as you selfishly chased your own high, not needing long before toppling over the edge and squeezing your walls around his length and making him groan. His hands moved up to hold you steady as he set a brutal pace to finish himself off as well.

He had stilled for a moment before you noticed he was still just as hard as before and experimentally wiggled your hips again, leaning down to kiss him as you lifted yourself off him only to sink down again.

He let out a deep moan as you sank down on his still sensitive cock and grabbed a hold of you to keep your head next to his. "Yer really into it tonight, huh." You felt a grin form against the shell of your ear as he spoke, his hands again sneaking his way to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising hold. "Looks like you are too, baby." If you had to go off the grip on your hips he wasn't gonna go easy on you. He had lifted you ever so slightly to get the right angle and rut into you from below at a harsh pace, having you moaning into the crook of his neck. He hit that spot inside of you with every skilled thrust and had you coming around his cock once, twice before he spilled deep inside you for a second time.

You both needed a moment to breathe before either could even speak.

"Wanna go slow before bed?" Daryl's gruff voice wondered with a soft roll of his hips to accentuate the question.

"Hmhm.. yeah." You lifted your upper body off his to lazily roll your hips against his, enjoying the feeling of him inside you.

Daryl met your hips with his each time, admiring your figure above him.

You followed the movements of his hands as they undid the bindings on your robe and letting it fall open at your sides so he could admire your beautiful body.

His gaze fell onto the sigil still visible on your body and wondering if it'd fade after the pup was born.

He imagined you eight weeks from now, nice and round, the sigil following the curve of your belly as you laid resting in the nest he had built for you.

His lazy thrusts kept up a nice rythm along with yours, soft breaths leaving you both as you enjoyed the closeness. There was no need to finish anytime soon, and you could just as wel keep up the soft rythm until you both got muscle cramps and then go to sleep.

Which is exactly what you did. Your legs were the first to give out with a tired huff and a fit of giggles while Daryl's hips kept going for a bit after, letting you sit on his as he rolled his hips a few more times before stilling.

"Sleep?"

"Sleep."

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After cleaning yourselves up Daryl took you in his arms and led you to bed, peppering you with kisses as he tucked you in so he could go put the fire down to just a smolder before disappearing underneath the blankets as well. As he laid next to your sleeping frame he couldn't help but sniff at you, just to see.

He sniffed once, twice and he could swear you smelled different than before.

As careful as he could be he lifted the blankets to get more access and he was sure now. Inside of his mind he howled in celebration.

He had only one problem. You were in deep sleep already, and waking you has proven time and time again to be something very dangerous.

He'd tell you in the morning.

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You rose with the sun, as any other day. But today Daryl woke with you.

"What's got you awake so early, baby? Bad sleep?" You were already brewing yourself tea when he came up behind you, hugging you close with his hands protectively over your lower stomach.

"Words, Daryl." Your free hand reaches up to scratch his scalp, earning you a soft hum before he spoke.

"Congrats, momma."

With one hand he took the cup from your hands and with the other he turned you around, revealing the smile he had been unable to hide.

You didn't even have time to question him before his lips were on yours, giving you the most love filled kisses you'd ever gotten.

Whwn he stopped to take a breath you could have sworn there were tears in his eyes and everything suddenly clicked in your hazy morning brain.

"Holy shit." Wide eyes stared up at Daryl's bright blue ones. "For real? It worked?" Your voice got more excited with every word and Daryl happily nodded his head. "Yeah it did." He laughs as he pulls you into a giant bear hug, lifting you off the ground before placing you down again. With your body released from his grasp your hands flew to the large shirt you wore, lifting up the hem all.the way to tuck it under your chin as you looked down like you were expecting to see change already.

Of course you knew you wouldn't see anything on the outside for another few weeks, but still you stared. Daryl had sniffed it out when he woke up so it had to have worked. There was a tiny little being growing inside of you.

The two of you celebrated in your own way. Spending all day curled up in each other's embrace and preparing a feast for dinner before spending the evening in front of the fireplace, talking about all kinds of nothing until sleep took you both.

You felt rested the next day. Happy and confident you wouldn't turn into a puddle of doom and gloom, as Daryl called it before he left to hunt.

With him out of the cabin for at least a few hours you decided to clean up, get your dried herbs in the correct jars and plan which ones to plant next.

You hung some pelts out on the porch to air and fluffed up the bed.

The fireplace got cleaned out too and got new firewood in it and Daryl's nest was properly arranged again as well.

You stood and stared at it, letting your mind wander to his large beast form holding you close as your little furry half wolf pup slept in your arms. That was the life, gou were so ready for this and couldn't help but want to throw the whole place around and pup-proof your home.

But Daryl would probably curse you out if he found you doing any lifting at all. So you stuck to rearranging your little kitchenette.

You were cleaning off the suncatcher Daryl had gifted you when you spotted his figure appear from the woods.

A wave let you know he had spotted you as well as he made his way back to the house.

He had caught some smaller animals, bringing his catch inside to proudly show off and going back out to prep them.

"Hey, Dee?" He looked up from where he sat on the porch, chewing on what you guessed was raw meat.

"Can you cut up that squirrel for me? I wanna add some meat to the soup."

"Tha' one?" He pointed the knife at the one he was currently gutting, and continued his job when you confirmed.

"Thankyou, love." You stepped up to him and kissed his head and took his pack off fhe floor and took it inside.

He had been so kind to look out for any edible greens that grew near the farmland not too far off, so now you had greens to add to your currently still very bland soup.

Daryl made sure his work was done before losing daylight, bringing you your requested meat and prepping the rest for later.

After dinner you took the aired out pelts back inside and added them back to the bed and nest and spending another evening huddled up together.

Time passed slow now that you were waiting for your belly to show, but today was herbal remedies day for Daryl. The full moon was coming up and it never stopped affecting him negatively.

After the first two moons being miserable for him you decided to brew him something special. It was a tryout the first time, giving him a slightly different blend of herbal tea each night of the moon and letting him decide which one worked best.

On the third full moon cycle your remedy was close to perfect and even though he hated the taste he didn't want to go without your remedy ever again.

You had a pot of water over the open fire to boil before you put the sachel of herbs in it and let it simmer for a bit while you ate dinner.

"After all them years ya still haven't tried ta make it somewhat tasty." The grimace on Daryl's face was never one you wanted to miss. You'd apologise every time but all the tastiest herbs would screw with the effectiveness of the brew. "Medicine is never tasty, love." You gave him am apologetic smile and took the cup from him as he got ready to head out to the woods for the night.

You'd always sleep with the curtains open on these nights. You knew he'd sometimes returned to the porch and wanted to see you.

Three days went like this each month. When the moon was gone again Daryl came back, rested a lot and after dinner he'd drink his herbal medicine and set off again a little later.

After the full moon nights passed you'd let your lover sleep for a full day while you cooked up a nice meaty stew for when he woke up. He was always so hungry.

But so were you now, so that stew was a welcome meal that you now decided to make more often. You thought of suggesting keeping a forever stew going during your pregnancy since you ate so much more now.

A soft groan came from behind you as Daryl woke up from his day and a half long slumber, sniffing the air and humming happily. "Ya always spoil me, lil' witch."

Sharing a nice meal as first thing after waking up was important to Daryl, and now even more as he took only one bowl of stew and had you laid against his chest. Two spoons in the bowl of stew as Daryl sat down in the nest with his back against the wall and pulling your back flush against him.

Was it the most convenient way to eat? Not really, but it worked out and any time spent cuddled up with your partner was time spent well.

As time passed you shared the little celebrations of your favorite pair of trousers not closing anymore, your old sports bra no longer fitting nkcely and eventually your belly showing through the loose, flowy dresses.

It was getting more difficult for Daryl to keep his hands off you, almost begging for you to walk around in sweats and a cropped shirt of his so he had easy access to rub your belly and feel the pup kick.

The last full moon before your due date was only a few days before it and Daryl had stated multiple times he'd prefer to stay home, hide from the moon and stay human. He tried once before when suffering from a bad case of food poisoning and being too weak to shift properly and it took a toll on his mental health. All the way to the point of you feeding him a mixture of herbs that forced him to shift and sent him away to get his head sorted. You couldn't do that ever again.

He had reluctantly taken your remedy and left, but staying close to the cabin.

His howls were clear enough to know he had barely gone past the tree line and sure enough you spotted a moving figure on your porch not long after.

Daryl barely left the porch those three nights. He'd go out, change, eat and come back to sleep on the porch in case you'd need him. Even his day long sleep was cut short.

"Cuz I slept a lot the last nights" was his argument, but you knew he wanted to be awake in case your labor came early. "Werepups are unpredictable." He'd say.

You were convinced Daryl was more worried than you were when your due day came and went with nothing more than a few strong kicks. He had barely left your side that day, on you any time you felt a kick. You tried to sleep as much as possible, making sure to keep up your food intake and drinking enough during the day and spent all your time huddled next to the fire, at the edge of the nest that had been thoroughly prepared for the pups.

Another day and a half had passed, the sun now high above the cabin as the pains had gone from kicks to full contractions.

Daryl had you laid out on an old blanket within seconds and was fumbling through your jars of herbs with no knowledge of even what to look for. "Which one's the painkiller again?" He held up different jars hoping to make sense of the labels but all of them just held names, not uses. He was clueless and it sucked.

"Babe, it's in the rack next to the fireplace." You couldn't help but laugh at his panic in between pains. "Don't need it yet. Just put the water back on the flame so it heats up."

You would have done it yourself but you knew Daryl was gonna snap at you doing anything besides laying down and breathe.

It was night by the time you were taking your painkillers, the only source of light being the fireplace and some candles as you worked hard to push your pup out.

Daryl was so supportive, following any and all snappy order you threw his way and had his hands in any and all needed places like second nature. The soothing salve you had made tingled at his fingertips as he rubbed it over your belly with the most gentle movements.

With his help and your brewed works your pup was born without complications. But you weren't given much of a breather as the second pup followed quickly after. By the time both were born the sun just peeked above the horizon.

You tiredly stared at Daryl while he cleaned the pup's fur before placing her next to her brother on your chest.

Your eyes kept going from your pups that were quietly nursing, to your loving partner who was cleaning up and lovingly staring at you in between actions. You had been gently moved off the now soaked blanket and onto clean furs so the old ones could be taken out. You and the pups should be comfortable, nothing else mattered.

You were slowly dozing off by the time Daryl had come back inside taking a bowl of stew for himself, but not without offering you some as well. "To keep yer strength up."

You managed to get a few bites in your system before eating became too much of an effort and all you wanted was sleep.

Daryl was all too excited to come lay down next to you and take the pups into his arms.

He had chosen to rest in his shifted form to keep you and the pups warm, making sure to give you an extra blanket to cover your nude form.

That night he barely slept. His gaze focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest and the pups' occasional squirming.

He thought he had found true happines when fate brought you two together. But being here now, curled around the love of his life and his children he felt like he finally had everything he could ever wish for.

Well, that was untill after the pups had grown a bit and you were looking back on the rough path you had to take to get them.

"You know," strips of meat hung off your fingers for your pups to snatch away. "I'd be happy to do it all over again, with you by my side."

A/N: okay I tried to find any tattoo pic that wasn't skinny white girl, but this was the closest I got after millions of tramp stamps, pierced belly buttons and ugly designs.

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readychilledwine · 9 months

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From This Day Until Our Last

Summary - what do you buy the male who says he has everything he could ever want? Lyria has an answer, but her answer comes with a cost she's more than happy to pay

Warnings - smut, love making

A/n - The end of Azriel and Lyria is here unless I decide to come back to them for some random spice. 💙 where one Vanserra door closes, another opens, though. I'm staring at you, Lollipop lovers. 👀

Lyria and Azriel moved to doors of the townhouse, waving goodbye to everyone as they left the solstice party.

Rhys and Cassian were smirking at her, excited to hear about the present she had waiting for Azriel. Feyre smiled knowingly, the only one besides Eris and Lucien who knew what was waiting in Azriel's cabin.

He used his shadows to take them to the cabin faster, secretly excited and anxious to see what was waiting. "I need you to hide out in our room for a little bit while I get it ready," Lyria whispered as he backed her into the doorway. His mouth hovering above hers. "15 minutes tops. I promise."

Azriel stood, and nodded. He went instantly, following her request and not noticing the bags and boxes sitting on the counter.

Lyria went to work, pulling out the box from the fridge. She thanked Feyre in her mind for covering for her tonight regarding why she was late, and for secretly rerouting her mate's missions to his group of spies.

She pulled out the cake she had purchased for him, placing it on the pretty craved crystal plate, and smiled. Rhys had told her which bakery made it and convinced the owners to teach Lyria how to bake it for this one-time special purpose.

It was absolutely perfect. Cherries sat in swirled dark chocolate on milk chocolate frosting. On a chocolate cake with cherries baked inside and a middle cherry filling. To Azriel, there was never enough chocolate in the world. This cake was his absolute favorite due to its "complexity and layers," he had tried explaining to her one night as he was validating eating the whole thing within a 12 hour period.

She moved to the bag closest to her, grabbing the Autumn Court whiskey he had been hoping to try, but had not had the chance to. Knowing he would be very excited after having watched his jealous reaction to Rhysand and Cassian receiving a bottle from her as well. She centered it on the table, along with the gift Eris and Lucien had asked her to give him in private from all her brothers. A dagger and spidersilk gloves.

She took a few stilling breaths, whispering goodbye to the last few moments of her life as a technically unattached female.

There was no running after this, no way put that wouldn't destroy both of them. She had no doubts, though. She had never loved anyone else this deeply and unconditionally. She had never wanted anyone else this badly. She had never wanted anything the way she wanted to be his.

A shadow weaved into her hair before resting against her cheek. "Tell your daddy he can come out." She straightened herself and her dress. Instantly chewing on her lip out of nerves and her hands came in front of her, thumbs circling around each other in a dance.

Azriel paused when he came back to the little kitchen and dining room. "Lyria, what is this?" His voice broke a little, his eyes starting to water.

"Can you come sit down please?"

Azriel sat across from her, holding his hands out to take hers. "I love you," she stated simply. "And I can't imagine a world where I'm not yours."

She had a speech planned, but as she stared into his eyes, those spell binding emerald and golden eyes, everything went out of her mind. She had seen Azriel vulnerable, but the softness in his face, the joy in his eyes, the way he was already fighting tears, this was new to her. "I had this whole beautiful thing planned, and I can't remember what I honestly wanted to say."

Azriel laughed, his eyes sparkling. "You don't need to say anything, I can feel it everyday. You never close the bond. I can sit here, though while you think of your speech."

His eyes were glimmering with excitement and mischief. Lyria handed him the letter from Eris, then the package containing a dagger identical to all the ones she had made for her brothers as a teen, and those indestructible gloves.

The dagger had been a gift her father suggested as a joke to her. He had not realized his young daughter would find a way to get 7 illyrian steel daggers made. Now, an 8th one sat in a red and gold package, paid for by her 5 remaining brothers to ensure their newest sibling would also have the same dagger.

Azriel took the letter, "if you truly love me you'd open that whiskey your brothers won't stop raving about." His tone was playful as he used Truth-teller to open the letter.

As he read the fine lettering, Lyria opened the bottle of whiskey. It smelled like home. Like cloves, apples, and cinnamon. His shadows brought her his favorite glass and she poured it. They then brought her a knife as she turned to hand her mate the beverage. "Impatient little creatures," she whispered softly, allowing one to nuzzle into her hair and on her cheek.

Azriel didn't respond, his eyes were locked in on the letter, his expression unreadable. "Can you hand me the box, baby?" He finally asked, his throat tight.

Lyria handed it to him, her hands slightly shaking. "Did he tell you what it is?"

Azriel shook his head. "No, just that you made sure all of your brothers had one, so Eris and Lucien wanted to ensure I had one too." Azriel gently pulled the satin red ribbons, freeing the top of the box and opening it.

He pulled the dagger out, immediately knowing the weight of it was something much more familiar to him than it would have been an Autumn court male. "And how, little fox, did you get illyrian steel?"

Lyria looked down. "I um… there's one Illyrian blacksmith in the Autumn Court. He is close to the border of Winter, and I tracked him down when I was 16, and gave him a lot of money and tada?"

He watched as she rocked back on her feet, her lip tucked between her teeth. "Dangerous." He said simply before unsheathing the dagger. He whistled softly, admiring the ornately carved metal, it was almost too pretty to use with its dancing razor sharp leaves and dark brown leather hilt. The blade was made of mainly illyrian steel, but she had asked the blacksmith an almost impossible task.

She had asked him to marry the steel with Autumn Court's tradition of working gold into blades. "You never intended for them to use these?"

She nodded. "It was meant to be a beautiful thing. To remind them of home, of what we've all been fighting against, what we still fight for." Their mother, Azriel realized slowly. "Eris displays his in his office with a portrait of mother and I. Lucien keeps his at side, normally tucked near his heart. My other brothers keep theirs in their rooms in their night stands."

Azriel looked at her. "Lucien keeps a small portrait of you Feyre painted in a locket by his heart as well." She nodded. "They worship the ground you walk on." Azriel finished the letter in silence, now feeling those smooth but heavy gloves and sipping the whiskey with a small smile etched into his face.

Lyria took out the smaller box she had hidden, the one from her mother and Helion and slid it over to him. "You aren't supposed to open this infront of me."

Azriel held the small box, knowing immediately what was inside. He had flown to Helion a few weeks ago, asking the male for Lyria's hand, and then to her mother that day he also appeared from the shadows, watching as she spun threads And asking her the same.

He knew inside was a ring containing a large centered stone starlight colored stone. It was surrounded by Autumn's beloved moss gemstones and black diamonds, set in Day Court rose gold.

It had cost him a year of salary, but having her mother and true father check and approve the ring was too important to Azriel to pass up.

"I do not see a reason as to why I couldn't. It is your solstice gift after all." He began to open it. Removing the black velvet box from the container and opening it quickly with a smile before setting it in front of her. "It appears we had similar intentions, Lyria." He opened the box with one hand, staring at her.

Silence fell between the two of them. Comfortable heart warming silence as they unknowingly confirmed to each other they were on the same page. "Did.. Did you still want me to serve you cake?" Lyria's voice broke as her tears welled up. "We can wait."

Azriel shook his head, standing to slide the ring on her finger. "I see no point in us waiting for a wedding to be mated. Do you want me to do this properly?"

She shook her head, holding her left hand out. There was no need for long-winded speeches. For words of love to pass between them, there was no need to beg nor validate why they were doing this.

In this moment, all those things were dancing through the bond, serenading both of them in comfort, joy, and unconditional love and devotion.

Azriel put the ring on her finger, pulling her close to him and tilting her face. "I love you." The statement was final. There was no arguments to be had, pretty words to dress it to be more than it needed to be.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

Azriel couldn't resist anymore, his hands trembling as he kissed her deeply and then rested his forehead on hers. “Cut the cake.”

He watched her like a hawk as those hands, those lovely hands, that started all of this cut into his favorite cake. He has been mesmerized by her pretty dress, the way her hair was curled and loose, the light makeup. Now, though, lust and longing fueled him. He didn't need a damn cake to solidify and accept that bond with her.

Not when his favorite treat was hidden between her pretty thighs.

She placed the slice in front of him, covering the rest and waited. He watched as she bit her lip and played with her hair. The normal signs of her nervousness coming into play.

They had sex countless times, sometimes multiple times throughout a day, never leaving her or his bed unless the need for food called. But it had never been sex like this. Sex that sealed them together forever. Sex that made her his, and he hers. He ate the cake, watching her again as she did the few dishes they had made.

He finished it in record time, going to her without grabbing the plate and standing behind her.

Lyria was a neat freak, while his mind had already begun to zero in on her, hers was locking on the dish behind them. She turned to grab it, gasping as a scarred hand gripped her by the back of her neck, turning her and pulling her into a deep kiss.

There was nothing gentle about what Azriel had in mind. He lifted her, carrying her to his room with those legs wrapped around his waist and laid them on the bed. Shadows were immediately on her, brushing her neck, her cleavage, into her dress.

Lyria thought she was on fire. The bond was screaming so loudly in her chest she could hardly breathe, and when she did, all she could breathe was him, all she could feel was him.

Azriel pulled away, flipping her over and unlacing the corset back of her dress. Every teasing brush of his rough fingers caused her to shiver. When he finished pulling that last piece loose, he pulled her up by her arms, growling as the beautiful dress fell down her body into a pool.

She had worn nothing below it, her bare body now exposed to him completely. “I've been thinking about how much better that'd look on the floor all damn night.” He pushed her down by her back, wasting zero time kicking her legs apart and removing his own clothing.

While his mind had locked on rough punishing sex, his heart ached for something else. For more. Azriel picked her back up gently again, turning her and tilting her head to place gentle kisses on her lips.

He felt every ounce of tension leaving her, melting down the bond completely as she relaxed into him. He laid them back down, pulling away. “Get on the pillows, princess.”

Lyria felt heat pooling in her core. She pushed her body back, resting against his silky sheets and felt her legs just dropping apart for him. Azriel growled in response, leaning in to kiss her neck. His hand immediately went to her soaking core, running along the length of it before barely brushing her clit. “Gonna worship you,” he murmured into her skin. “Love you so good you forget every moment of pain.”

Lyria gasped, her hips grinding against his hand, breaking every rule they had. “Take what you want baby,” Azriel kissed into her skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” the bond forced her to say. “Mother above, I just want you. Every second of every day I want you.” Azriel pushed two wet fingers in, curving them as he moved to kiss her deeply.

“Then you will have me, from this day forward until our last.” He began pulling her apart, using his fingers to open her up gently. “You know we have family breakfast tomorrow right?” She shook her head, focusing on the pleasure of him stretching her as he teased her. “We will skip it then.”

“Stop. Teasing,” Azriel pulled back surprised, keeping his fingers in time and rhythm with her hips movements as she chased her high. Lyria had growled. Growled at him.

He didn't know if it was the frenzy, or the anticipation she must have felt for weeks planning this, but it had Azriel desperate for her. He pulled his fingers out, taking them and running them along his aching cock. “I can't wait, princess.”

Azriel lined up and slid home, both of them going completely silent as the bond began to shimmer and dance, glittering from silver to gold.

Her legs were instantly around his trim waist, hands shooting to his upper arms and she began to whimper below him, begging him to move.

Azriel gave a gentle teasing thrust, then began.

He made sure each movement was deep and hard, hitting those spots that had her eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open as she moaned and cried in pleasure below him. “Feels so good,” she mumbled. “So so good.”

Every drag was delicious, filling her completely and knocking any second of doubt she had from her mind. Her legs squeezed his waist tighter, nails digging into his arm as he lifted her hips allowing him deeper into her. “Love you so much, Azriel.”

He went down to her immediately, kissing her deeply as he continued to make love to her. Her hands went to his back, brushing his wings accidentally. They were moaning in time, the tension building between them at the same rate. “Right there, angel,” he whispered into her neck. She nodded in return, eagerly moaning his name into his ear.

It took a few more moments, a few more deep well placed thrusts and she came, walls milking him. She cried his name, nails running down his back. He followed her over the edge, releasing into her and biting into her neck to try to hid the whimpers tearing at his throat at how heavenly and tight she felt.

He held her tight as they came down, head buried in her neck. “I love you,” he whispered. Then repeated it again. And again. And again. His hands laced into her red hair, scratching her scalp. “I love you.”

Lyria pushed him up slightly, forcing him to stare into her eyes, “And I love you. From this day until our last.”

“And well beyond that,” he held his pinky to her, watching as she wrapped hers around it, sealing that promise with a small mark staining their skin.

#acotar #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x vanserra!oc #azriel x oc #elizabeths.maternitycelebration

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ode2rin · 1 year

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behind you

pairing. chigiri hyoma x gn!reader

at the tender age of seven, you understood that being left behind was not an option. in your innocent and pure heart, you knew that you belonged right by his side.

“hyoma, wait for me!” you called out, your voice filled with a mix of breathlessness and determination as you chased after your best friend.

chigiri slowed down and turned towards you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. his glossy pink eyes shimmered with excitement, inviting you to join in his playful game.

“come on, catch up! or else i might just leave you behind!” he playfully challenged.

and so, with one single goal in mind, you poured every ounce of energy into your small legs, pushing yourself to run faster.

you had to catch up to him.

yet, you never did.

now, in your early adulthood, with longer legs that have grown along with you, you find yourself reflecting on those childhood races.

the distance between you remains, and all you can do is watch his back.

it has become your familiar scenery, an all-too-familiar ache in your chest that accompanies being in love with someone you can't have—your best friend, chigiri hyoma.

that's how it has always been, ever since.

you've watched his back as he is surrounded by countless girls in your school, professing their love for him left and right, while yours stays hidden like a sacred prayer in the chambers of your heart.

you've watched his back as he turns away from his locker, brimming with valentine's chocolates, while yours weighs heavily in your pocket, seemingly unable to contain everything you wished for him to know.

you've watched his back as he walks onto the field, his eyes fixed on the goal ahead. you feel a rush of pride as he scores, his agility and grace filling you with wonder. you want to shout his name, to tell him how amazing he is, but you hold back, afraid of breaking the spell that binds your friendship.

you've watched his back as you reach out your hand to reassure him that everything will be alright, that his injuries won't tarnish the striker within him, that in your eyes, he remains the best.

but in all those moments, all you can do is stay behind him.

because you're slow, and there's nothing he hates more than slowpokes.

you were slow to express your feelings, always a step behind the swarm of girls vying for his attention.

you were slow to place your chocolates in his locker, missing the chance for him to see them—and to see you.

you were slow to let your cheer be heard, holding back as your voice fell behind the screams of his name from others.

and you were slow to reach him when he fell, too slow to catch him before he hit the ground of hopelessness.

and so, all you can do is watch his back, silently chanting that perhaps, just once in your life, he will turn around and truly see you.

maybe he did notice, all those times you whispered your prayers into the wind. perhaps he caught glimpses of you, but each time, you were just slow enough not to meet his gaze before he looked away.

but as you yearn for his affection in return, you understand that the true beauty of your friendship lies in its unwavering support, in being the one he can always depend on. so you continue to stay behind him, holding onto the hope that one day, when the stars align just so, he will turn around, and the yearning in your hearts will find solace in a single profound moment where your eyes finally meet, and neither of you can bring yourselves to look away.

note. ik ik it's word vomit once again (it's my forte atp), was not really planning on sharing this but i was threatened/j . just thought abt it randomly bec i love love love bestfriends who are total idiots (look me in the eyes n tell me chigiri isn't meant for bffs to lovers) that pines for each other (and the angst that comes w it). but here goes nothing!

𓆩♡𓆪 for the ever so lovely, @angelchigiri

part 2 here!

#☁️ my ode to you #chigiri is so cute #i just couldn't help it but to do it angsty #forgive me #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma #chigiri hyoma angst #chigiri hyoma x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #hyoma chigiri x reader #hyoma chigiri

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astra-ravana · 23 days

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Obscure Spell Components

A small collection of things you don't see every day in magick. I can definitely add more to this list and may in the future, I am open to suggestions.

Coffin Nails

• Traditionally made of protective iron

• Anoint front doors for home protection

• Carry in pocket or bag for protection from tricks, bad luck, and harm

• Binding magick; hammer through a name paper to specify a target

Wasps

• Improves accuracy of magick (ensures curses "hit where it hurts")

• Can be used in a petition to end pregnancy

• Hang near a door to cause loss, discord, and constant troubles for who lives there

Black Feathers

• Seeing one is a sign from the ancestors

• Used in workings to cast out malevolent forces

• Burn a message and sweep into the air with a black feather to get an answer soon

• Protects from nightmares

• Can be used to fan away negative energy and unwanted visitors

Lucky Hand Root

• Great for drawing money, often added to mojo bags

• Can be used with a name paper to draw a specific lover

• Boosts charisma, power, and self-discipline

• Ideal for manifestation and drawing magick

Ashes

• Carry in red cloth to bolster your courage

• Scatter around a purple candle for healing

• Bury spell ashes to seal a spell

• Carve a name into hardwood and burn to ash for a targeted curse component

• Must always be instructed in the working

• Versitile; can do everything from road openings and protection to destruction and chaos

Charcoal

• Used to make black salt and ink for grimoires

• Use in bath magick to cleanse yourself of negative energy

• Used in spells related to protection, warding, banishing, unity, and purification

• Can be used to add "fuel" to a working

Peach Pits

• Are often carved

• Worn to protect one's life, safety, and health

• Wards against negative energy

• Magickal aspects include longevity, protection, love, and vitality

Chalk

• Used for its power to claim, anchor, and control

• Write your target's name on an out bound train/boat/truck to make them go far away

• Write your name on the bottom of a lover's shoes to keep them coming back

• Trace your hand on a property to claim it for a time

Spiderwebs

• Capture a spiderweb on black cloth and hang over your door to catch a thief

• To keep someone away hang their name in a spiderweb and ask the spider to bind them

• Roll target's hair in a spiderweb and sprinkle with grave dirt. Bury in their yard to hex them.

• Roll a red/pink candle in webs to capture the heart of an attractive lover

• Used in magick for opportunity, obtaining, binding, and ensnarement

Coffee

• Used in poppets to inflict insomnia

• Makes a spell work faster

• To get a message from someone rub their name with coffee and attach to a mailbox

• Spinkle in purse, wallet, or cash box to bring money

• Said to improve a man's varility and stamina

Shoes

• Put sigils in the soles of your shoes

• Pair of shoes: health, protection, wealth, fertility, travel, banishing, fidelity, home, marriage/couples

• Right shoe: will, success, dominance, banishing, skill mind

• Left shoe: destiny, accidents, come to me, protection, love

• Cleanse with Florida Water for protection

• Put target's name in your right shoe to dominate, left to draw them, both to bewitch and control

• Dirt from the yard in a loved one's left shoe will keep them coming home

• Put hot foot powder directly in someone's right shoe *wink wink*

Lock & Key

• The lock is symbolic of blocking, stopping, protection, keeping people/energies out while keys represent access and entry

• Lock and key together offer protection and guarding/sealing with the option of unlocking, unbinding, freeing work and energy

• Utilized in magick for safeguarding treasures, information and secrets, opening doorways to other realms, dream work, "unlocking" psychic abilities, and in love magick (unlocking someone's heart)

Magnolia

• Brings luck, power, and success to women

• Hang over a door/window to bring luck to a home

• Place under couple's mattress for a happy relationship

• Used in sex magick rituals for fidelity and devotion

• Add to a bath to attract honor ans recognition

• Hexing, cursing, and banishing men

• Possess ancient wisdom and the power to bring peace, abundance, self-reliance, growth, and feminine love

Chocolate

• Corresponds to wealth, lust, passion, and bliss

• Add to any spell to speed up results and add power

• A spirit offered chocolate is more likely to grant a wish

• Rub on hands before spirit work; draws good spirits, good luck, and faster results

• Sprinkle chocolate in someone's shoes before they go to work and they'll make more money

• Chewing chocolate and hot peppers increases gambling luck

Chicken Feet

• A powerful protection charm/talisman, hang in home or car

• Can be used to rid negatives, clear crossed conditions, stop bad thoughts, guards against hexes and spiritual attacks

• Often painted and/or decorated with beads, bones, feathers, shells, or bones

• "Feed" with protection oil

Sulphur

• Also called brimstone

• In alchemy sulphur is one of the 3 elements that make up the Philosopher's Stone (sulphur: love/soul, mercury: mind/spirit, salt: will/body)

• Used as an offering, especially for demonic and chthonic spirits

• Used by root doctors for enemy tricks

• Excellent component for use in baneful magick, crossing/uncrossing, banishing, protection, beauty, and love

• Used in fire magick

Sunflower

• Add to ritual baths to increase joy and lift sorrow

• Can be used in spells to strengthen friendships or find new friends

• Burn sunflower petals to reveal the truth

• Used in ointments and oils to see/work with the Fae

• Feed someone sunflower seeds to increase their loyalty

• Also associated with success, nobility, partnership, charisma, luck, and integrity

Milk

• A hot bath with milk and eggshells stirred in counterclockwise will uncross you

• Favorite offering of the Fae, keeps them happy so they are less inclined to play tricks/move your stuff

• Drinking milk from a black cow protects you from enemies

• If you find a black cat at your door make a wish and offer them milk. If they drink the milk your wish will be granted

Orchids

• Symbolize feminine energy, sexuality, feminine power and control

• Used in lesbian love spells

• To gain power over a man bury his name at the base of an orchid, he will become docile and obedient

• Helps women take up positions of leadership, be doted on by men, and be respected as living goddesses

Mercury Dimes

• To win at games of chance wear a Mercury dime on your left wrist/ankle

• Powerful money drawing and success charm

• A Mercury dime in your shoe protects you from crossing powders

• If one turns black, someone tried to curse you

• Place at the bottom of a sugar bowl to draw money to your home

Bread

• Burnt bread ash sprinkled in someone's path will cause them poverty

• Bake a couple's names in a loaf of bread to make their love grow deep and strong

• Wonderful offering to spirits and deities

Vinegar

• Sours, erodes, repells, cleans, removes, punishes, and deters

• Used as a base in sour jars and as a component in spells to cause bitterness, suffering, negative associations, anxiety, and conflict

• Can help clear up addictions and habits

Railroad Spikes

• Place one in the 4 corners of your home for protection

• Can be used to "nail/anchor" something in place

• Often used in making war water

• Used in workings to prevent/stop eviction

• Symbolizes strength, power, safety, good luck, defense, and protection

Snake Skin

• Reverse hexes, jinxes, and curses

• Curse component; works well when added to goofer dust

• Carried for protection and good luck

• Also represents change, transformation, and new beginnings

• Can be given as an offering to serpentine deities (Lilith, Medusa, Loki, etc.)

#satanic witch #withcraft #satanism #demons #magick #demonolatry #lefthandpath #witch #dark #witchcraft #traditional witchcraft #hoodoo #spell work #spellcraft #spells #witches #dark witch #eclectic witch #herbalism

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flos-obsessivus · 3 days

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I just saw about Severin's s/o being a monster, following the second option of him trapping them, how would Severin react if his s/o broke it? As if they didn't respond anymore and just kept looking at him With cold eyes?

I love your creativity ♥️

Severin has already thought about the other possibilities that would happen given that it's his duty as king to make sure that everything is well thought of. So he already expected that flimsy chains and rusted bars are not enough to contain such a great beast like you... What he didn't expect is how cold your gaze is towards him, no more are the soft smiles and warm gazes that you always give to him. Now you look at him with contempt and hatred, like he's a threat.

But please, understand that this is for your own good and the good of the kingdom! He cannot kill you and he cannot let you go, so this is the only solution that he could think of where everyone would be happy, everyone but you of course. But Severin never pays mind how cruel it actually is to lock up his supposed lover, if he does, he'll break.

He dismisses every thought from his mind and strengthened the spells that binds you, desperately trying not to look into your eyes because if he does... It just confirms just how much of an evil tyrant he is.

#asks #yandere oc #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x you #severin oc

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bisexualiteaa · 4 months

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Burning Love

Benny x Fem Courier Six (Smut!! Also fluff and slight angst)

CW: NSFW MDNI! Mutual pining, slight OOC Benny, slight deviation from the game, black widow dialogue, established friendship, enemies to friends then friends to lovers, flirting, dirty talk, perverted thoughts, P in V, p0rn with some plot, unprotected seggs, 0ral (male and female receiving) praise, cursing, mentions of alcohol, briefly proofread, possible grammar/spelling errors

AN: Hey everyone! I’m back with some more content! It’s a little different than the usual Cooper Content ™️ I usually put out but it’s still Fallout themed. I wanted to try my hand at writing for Benny from New Vegas and allow some of my other character hyperfixations to have a moment in the spotlight to shine! I’m still rather new to Fallout in general, and especially to New Vegas so please be kind and patient with me if I have some things wrong, I’m still learning! 🥺 I know this wasn’t an ask from anyone, and I will be getting to those as I can! Writers block has been absolutely dreadful lately so I hope y’all can understand, I’ve only just started to come out from the hole and try to write when the days are good 😭 But I hope y’all dig this piece! Enjoy, and happy reading! 🥰

Taglist: @expirednukacola

This was bad. This was really, really bad. At least that’s what he proceeded to tell himself over and over internally as he paced around his room. Just what was it that was so bad? So bad that it left Benny Gecko, the head chairman, in a bind? You. You; the courier that he executed once upon a time for simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time. You; who just so happened to somehow actually be alive despite a bullet being discharged into your skull. You; who had come to the strip months ago on your journey through the Mojave, siding up with him and becoming his business partner. You; who not only managed to become his best friend, but now held a place in his heart as something more. How could he let all this messiness happen? There was a rule in business where you never allow yourself to get involved with the people you work with, especially when you were someone who was as powerful as Benny. Yet you were all he could ever think about. You were his inspiration and guidance in trying and gain power over all the factions, you were the reason why the Legion no longer stood in his way. You were his right hand through everything, there for his every plan, there to help in the execution of them no matter what it could cost. You were loyal, beyond that, you were a confidant and a friend.

It took him ages to finally put the pieces together leading up to this moment. To finally understand why he would feel so disgusted watching Swank flirt with you, or so angry when someone would threaten you. He knew you could handle yourself, you were your own person, independent and deserving to live how you wished. Hell there had been many occasions where, had it not been for you, he likely wouldn’t have made it out alive. When you saved him from the Legion, that’s when he finally saw it. Seeing him down on his knees before you, giving you the perfect opportunity to take your revenge if you wanted to for him killing you back then. You could have murdered him in cold blood, leaving him to the radroaches and feral ghouls like he did to you once. But you didn’t, instead you showed him mercy. You *saved* him. Something he wasn’t sure anyone else aside from his body guards, would have done for him had they been in your shoes. Since that day, it’s been all he could do to pry the thoughts of you from his brain. By day, you were always by his side, and at night you were always on his mind. How was he supposed to be able to work like this? Fuck, how was he supposed to tell you? Should he tell you? He wasn’t sure. But he supposed it was too late to back out now seeing as you were on your way up to his suite.

His heart jumped in his chest upon hearing the knock on his door, a signal that let him know it was his people coming by. “Come in” he said, finally pulling himself from his thoughts to see who was at his door. Of course, to no surprise, it was you. He let out a breath of relief upon seeing you. You had grown to become his comfort, even in a moment such as this, he took solace in your presence. “You came” he said softly, just above a whisper but his tone held something akin to disbelief in it that you were here. You spotted a rocks glass in his hand filled with a drink that was likely just freshly made, wondering what it was that was bothering him so much that it had him drinking before bed. He watched as you stepped inside his suite, closing and locking the door behind you to ensure privacy. “You called” you answered genuinely, wondering why he seemed so shocked to find you here when he had asked for you to come. “What’s wrong, Benny? You doin’ okay? I’ve never seen you so many glasses deep in one day” You asked, noting that he had been drinking earlier too, growing concerned for him and the way he seemed to be so caught up in thought. “You’ll have to forgive me, my mind is a bit mixed up at the moment” Benny said before taking a swig of his drink, watching as you sat down on his bed. He wished you hadn’t, because despite being the well-mannered gentleman he was, he was still a man with needs. Even he couldn’t help the thoughts that started to race through his mind as you sat on his bed. Thinking of what you would look like splayed out on it, free of your clothes and him on top of you. Normally he would be able to keep such thoughts under control, but with the buzz of the alcohol running through his system, he was finding it hard to keep them from running rampant. “What’s on your mind? If somethin’s buggin’ you, you know my hands can make light work of it. All you gotta do is say the word” you offered, making him chuckle. Your hands could make light work of him. What in the god damn? “stop that” he told himself, cursing himself for feeling this way towards his close friend of all people. “Afraid what’s on my mind can’t be helped that way, baby. What’s got me in a twist is all my doing” he replied, and it left you rather confused, he could see it in the way your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him. Your head tilted sideways a tad like a dog who couldn’t seem to understand what their owner was saying. You were so fucking cute. “Well then what’s got you all in a twist? You called me here for a reason, Benny. I just wanna help” you replied, pleading with him to give you something to work with. He could groan at the way his name fell off of your tongue so melodically. You just had to show up in uniform too, with your dress slacks hugging your thighs, your blazer really showing off your curves, and your blouse that dipped low enough for him to get a peak of your cleavage. He was eating you alive with his eyes, he knew it. He couldn’t help it, you were a sight to behold. You could tell he was lost in thought at the way he was staring, leaving you chuckling before you waved your hand to grab his attention. “Earth to Benny, you still in there?” You asked jokingly with a grin as he snapped out of it. “Maybe it’s time to lay off the booze for the night” you added with a chuckle as his eyes met yours. Everything was screaming within him to tell you, but at the same time, everything screamed at him not to. He was at war within himself on what to say. Does he tell you and risk losing you? Or does he keep it and risk hurting himself when there comes a time you fancy another man? Neither sounded great to the conman, but between the alcohol in his system and the respect he had for you to always be honest with you, he knew he had to tell you.

“Fuck it, I’m just gonna bite the bullet and hope we can still keep this in the groove, dig?” He asked, and his words weren’t slurred and he didn’t feel drunk. So why was his head spinning? His heart racing? He was a certified mess, and it was your doing. “Oh c’mon Benny, we been runnin’ this show for how long now? You know you can always talk to me! Ya got girl trouble?” You asked with a devious grin, knowing he had a new flavor just about every month if not more than that. He was almost amazed at the way you figured out what was wrong, but thankfully not down to the specifics. It was reasons like this he called you not only his business partner but his best friend. But god how he craved for you to be more than that. “I wonder sometimes if you’re a damn psychic with that prime intuition of yours, babe. Girl trouble ain’t even half the start of it” he replied, sitting across from you in a plush chair as he placed his glass down on the small table next to it. You gave a chuckle. “Ya never did have good luck in choosin’ broads, Benny. Kinda funny to see that hasn’t changed since Vegas became ours” you quipped playfully, making him chuckle. “Very funny. I think I remember calling you here for help, not to take jabs at me, pussycat” he replied, making you laugh. “Aww c’mon you know I’m just yankin’ your chain. What’s got you all in a twist then? You didn’t get one of ‘em pregnant, did ya? Because I can’t help you there with that one” You asked, an eyebrow raised at him in suspicion. “Fuck no, the Ben-man ain’t nothin’ if not responsible. Have a little faith” he said, making you playfully wipe your forehead as if you were super worried. “Whew, that’s a relief. I ain’t ready to be an aunt just yet” you joked, making you both laugh. You always were great at helping him calm down. “Well then what is it? She do something wrong? Steal from you?” You asked, killing yourself internally with each question knowing that it was another woman he was speaking of. “My heart maybe” he said boldly as he took another sip of his drink, and it was true, you had his heart in your hands at all times. But you didn’t know that. You gave a smile that hid the pain inside from his statement, believing he was speaking of another woman. You wanted him to be happy, he deserved it, and you knew when you started working with him that it could never be you that would make him feel this way. But damn if he didn’t have a way of charming himself into your own heart, making you hope that it could work. “Awww, well ain’t that sweet” you replied, trying your best to coat the poisoned words with saccharine falsity, to disguise the ache resting in your chest at the thought of another woman stealing his heart. “I said smooth, baby doll” he said, making you both chuckle. “What? A girl can’t be happy for her friend who’s in love? Sheesh. She sounds like a lucky gal” you joked, making him chuckle once more. friend. God how that word killed you. A constant reminder of what will never be, especially now. Or so you thought.

“Well, c’mon, don’t spare me the details. Who is it?” You asked, not really wanting to know the details but you could put your feelings aside for the happiness of Benny if that’s what it took. However that’s when his face turned red. He should’ve known you’d ask that question. His heart slammed against his sternum as he tried to think of what to say. He couldn’t just straight up tell you, not when he didn’t know if you felt the same way, and he’d be royally pissed at himself if he managed to scare you off. He couldn’t just not tell you either, you deserved to know. “Is it one of the broads over at Gomorrah?” You asked when he didn’t pipe up with an answer right away, making him scrunch up his nose in distaste at even the inquiry. You laughed at his response. “The Ben-man’s got taste. Didn’t know you thought so little of me, babe” he replied, making you giggle at him. “Alright I admit, bad guess there” you responded. He wondered if you would ever guess it, if you would either seriously or jokingly say yourself and then maybe it could be laid to rest easily. “Some of the frequent fliers here are a little questionable Benny…I’m starting to second guess on if I wanna know” you said with a joking grin, wishing you’d figure it out already and save your heart the pain. He shook his head no at all the ones you knew off the top of your head that frequent the casino, leaving you nearly out of options already. “Quit pokin’ around Benny and just tell me already! You got me hangin’ on the edge of my seat here” you said, making him take another swig of his drink to work up the proper courage to tell you the truth. It was now or never. “I ain’t got no other way of sayin’ this sweetheart, but the Ben-man has gone and caught a fever for the fine looker layin’ on his bed” he said, making you blink a few times as you registered just what he said. He was caught up on you? Was he drunk? Surely this was a joke, he couldn’t actually be serious…could he?

“Me?” You asked, sounding taken back by his answer. “You sound shocked, baby. Weren’t expecting to be the broad to catch my eye?” He asked, making you blush. Now this was suddenly going to be difficult on you. How do you tell a man who shot you in the head once that you’re in love with him? “Honestly no, I didn’t think I would. I figured out of all the women out there, the last one to catch your eye would be me” you replied, and how it broke him to hear you talk so little of yourself. To share in a vulnerable moment that wasn’t hidden behind false confidence and bravado. He always respected the way that you were a different woman outside of work, that you could detach yourself from the persona you had to carry with you in the casino and around the other chairmen. He wished he could be more like you, more in touch with his humanity, but he was a conman, and a good one. His work is all he’s really known until you came around. “You’re the prime article baby, ol’ Benny here ain’t ever met a broad like you” he replied, making you blush as your stomach started doing flips with excitement. It was everything you’d been dying to hear from him for so long now. It felt as if fate herself was shining down on you in this moment. “I certainly ain’t met a man quite like you either, Benny” you said with a growing grin, making him chuckle. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s a real good thing I got a case of Benny fever then, huh?” You asked with a far more confident grin as you looked at him, sat across from you with his legs spread to help ease the growing tightness of his dress slacks. “Benny fever, is that so?” He asked with a mirrored grin of excitement, making you bite your bottom lip as you shook your head yes in response. “That bullet scramble your egg? Or have you always been a naughty broad?” He asked, finding himself more and more intrigued. Not to mention hot. The laugh you gave in response was breathy, and he wasn’t sure if it was just because it came from you, or the alcohol toying with his mind but he found it sexy. “What can I say? Girls like bad boys, and you have been downright awful” you replied, sensuality dripping from your tone as you flirted with him. “You’re one sick pussycat, baby. There’s quins and then there’s…I don’t even know what to call you” he commented, making you giggle playfully as you crossed your legs in front of him. “I’m saying I dig you too Benny, have for a while now” you said, making him grin even wider at your admission. Thank god, now he could no longer worry. “If I heard “dig” from you back then, I’d have told you all I can think of is a shovel. But you got a real twisted up way of showin’ the Ben-man your forgiveness” he replied, making you giggle once more. “I can think of another way to show you my forgiveness” you suggested, making him raise a brow at you and let out a sound of intrigue and excitement. “Oh yeah?” He asked, watching you bite your lip in excitement as your body language screamed for him to get closer. “And what idea is on that wild mind of yours, baby?” He said, making you hum. “How ‘bout i put my past profession to good use and I show you how well I can…handle your package? If you let me?” you responded. Oh, he definitely wanted you to.

You weren’t sure when it all began, but the next thing you knew, you both were down to your underwear. You made a show of stripping yourself of your uniform, being sure to be slow and teasing as you slipped out of your blazer, blouse and dress slacks for him. You made a show of bending over when you took off your slacks, then moving to your bra that soon found its way to the floor to be forgotten about until the next day. “You are the prime article baby. Nice Charlie’s too! Give ‘em a shake for the Ben-man, would ya?” He asked, making you giggle as you shook them and made a show of fondling them and feeling them up in front of him to tease him. “Hellooo!” He responded as you straddled his lap, taking a seat and pulling him into a heated kiss. He relished in the way your lips tasted like the sweet bourbon cherries that rested in your drink from earlier that you shared with him while you were both still downstairs. He tasted of vodka and cigarette smoke, a mixture you’d have never found appealing had it not been upon the lips of the addicting man you were tasting it from. You hummed into it in delight as his hands rested on your hips, softly moving your hips to grind against his. You moaned softly as you felt your clit bump and rub against his clothed length through your panties, effectively working you up even more than you already were. As you opened your mouth to moan, he took the chance to slip his tongue in to dance upon yours, needing more of that sweet taste of you. Your hands rested on his shoulders, using it at leverage as you continued to grind your hips into his before trailing their way up to tangle in his hair. He moaned at the blissful feeling of your nails scraping his scalp and the occasional tug of his hair. “Fuck baby, got me all kinds of worked up and you haven’t even taken those cute panties off yet” he said, making you giggle as your lips started to migrate down his neck in search for a sensitive spot to suck on and nip at. “Gotta make you as crazy for me as I’ve been for you, baby” you replied with a grin, leaving small but dark hickies in your pleasurable wake. He groaned in response, making you giggle as you felt it rumble from his chest and in his throat as your lips were pressed to his pulse point. “Oh trust me, I’ve been just as crazy for you, pussycat. No doubt about that” he responded, making you grin as you worked your way down his chest and stomach before you were on your knees in front of him.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down, watching as his dick slapped his stomach just below his naval as it was freed from its confines. You bit your lip at the wonderful sight, and it was like a dream come true in his eyes. Seeing you here, on your knees in front of him, looking up at him the way you were right now was the fuel to so many of his fantasies he had nightly of you. “Like what you see, baby? I saw those pretty little eyes light up just now” he teased, making you chuckle while your lips littered kisses along his inner thighs before working your way to where he needed you most. “Sure do sugar, wondering if you taste as good as you look” you said before licking a fat stripe from base to tip of the underside of his cock. He groaned, his fingers digging in and clenching tightly the sheets beneath him in his fists from your hot, wet tongue. You made direct eye contact as you did it, one of your hands coming up to cup and fondle his balls as you brought him into your mouth. “Shit…can’t believe this is what I’ve been missin’ out on this whole time” he said, tipping his head back some as you worked his balls with one hand and what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with the other as you started to bob your head up and down on him in a pleasant rhythm. “Can’t tell you how many nights I’ve pictured this baby. Mmm and I gotta say- fuck! You’re a dream come true, honey- oh fucckk…” he moaned, tilting his head to look down at you between his legs on occasion. If he wasn’t careful, he’d find his release too soon and he couldn’t have that. Not when the fun’s just getting started between you two. It was when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, making your watery eyes look up at home through your lashes that he had to call it quits. “Oh baby, stop, stop, stop. Shit, you keep going like that and I’m not gonna make it to the fun stuff” he said, unashamed of admitting just how much you turned him on. You let off of him with a pop before standing back up.

“Treated me so good baby, least I can do is return the favor. Sit up here and give the Ben-man a taste” he said, lying on his back and motioning you to sit on his face. “Shit Benny, I haven’t done that before. Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…” you said bashfully, making him chuckle and slip you a grin. “If it’s between these pretty legs? I would die a happy man, baby. Don’t be shy c’mon, promise I’ll take good care of you” he insisted, and you had to admit, you rather liked the idea of having such control and trying something new. He watched as you removed your panties, tossing them to the side where they too would be forgotten until the next day, then as you crawled your way up his body. Your legs straddled his head as your core hovered just over his lips, his hands soon resting upon your hips and ass to pull you down and onto his face. You threw your head back with a pornographic moan as his tongue explored your cunt. “Fuck, oh Benny, baby…” you moaned almost breathlessly as his tongue trailed your slit before coming to dance along your clit. “When were you gonna tell me you’re such a tasty treat, doll?” He asked, and it was a whole different sensation receiving pleasure this way, one that left you bucking your hips in rhythm with his tongue to feel more of that wonderful friction against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Benny! Oh my god, just like that!” You moaned, getting lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling and fluttering against your sensitive bud. Your hand came down to rake your fingers through his hair once more in appreciation of the way he made you feel. “Keep moaning my name like that baby, tell this whole joint how good I make you feel” he egged on before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently, making your body jolt in response before letting out a pleased yet surprised moan. “God yes! Oh I’m so close, please don’t stop…” you begged, looking down at the sight of him between your legs as you fucked yourself on his tongue. He gave a chuckle and a moan into you at the way you were riding his face, using him for your pleasure. It made his dick throb almost painfully. “Keep using me babe, fuck your pretty self on my face. Wanna feel you cum on my tongue baby, give it to me” he begged, drilling his tongue in and out of your entrance and then back up to your clit. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum…oh god, yes! Benny!!” Was all you could get out before his head was squeezed between your thighs, your body spasming and shaking as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the sheer force of pleasure your orgasm sent sky rocketing through you. If he had no restraint, he’d have cum just from the sight of you, paired with the way your pussy fluttered on his tongue and the way you moaned his name like a sinful mantra.

“Holy fuck…oh my god. Oh shit!” You said breathlessly, realizing you needed to release him from the tight grip your thighs had on him as you made your way off from his face to straddle his lap instead. “Are you okay?” You asked, trying your best to catch your breath and climb back down from cloud nine. He made a show of licking your slick from his lips as he sat up before wiping his mouth. “Better than okay baby, you’re fucking delicious. How do you feel? You look like you high-fived the heavens there, baby doll. I make you feel that good?” he responded with a confident grin, pulling you into a heated kiss once again, loving the way he made you feel so damn good. “Better than good, you’re fucking dangerous with that tongue of yours” you replied into it, making you both chuckle before seating yourself on his hips once more, gliding your soaking cunt along his throbbing cock as you kissed. “Insatiable little thing, you’re right up my alley baby” he said, making you giggle and moan into your shared kiss as he fondled your tits, lavishing them with kisses and hickies. “And so gorgeous, I’m a damn lucky man” he said, making you bite your lip as your fingers laced in his hair once again, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he brought your nipple into his mouth and sucked. “Damn right you are- fuck…god I need you so bad Benny, please” you pleaded, making him chuckle as he flipped you both over, your back against his mattress as your hair fell around you like a halo.

“You ready, baby? Benny’s gonna show you the Tops! Hope you’re built sturdy you crazy broad” he said, lining himself up to your entrance. You hissed at the painful stretch of his length sliding into you, as wet as you were, it still burned with the way he spread you open. He felt like he had the wind knocked out of him when he slipped in even just half way, you were a tighter fit than any of the girls he fooled around with. “Almost there baby, doing so good for me. Feel so good wrapped around me like this” he complimented, leaning down to kiss you softly and sweetly to distract you from the pain as he tried to fully slip the rest of himself inside you. You both moaned in unison as the last of him slipped inside you, his hips stilled, waiting for your signal that told him he could move. “Doin’ okay, baby doll?” He asked, checking on you to make sure you were okay and not in too much pain. It had certainly been a long while since the last time you had sex. You’d go as far to say that the last time might have been before you were shot in the head. You shook your head yes in reply, scared that your voice might betray you if you tried to speak. “I won’t move until you tell me it’s alright. Wanna make sure I’m making my girl feel just as good, if not better, than she gets me feelin’, dig?” He responded, making you bite your lip as you tested a roll of your hips to feel if it was okay for him to move. He took that as his sign, but just to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt you, he slowly slipped nearly out of you completely before slowly working his way back in. He watched as you laid your head back against his pillows, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss as you covered your mouth to keep you from moaning too loud. He wasn’t having that. “None of that baby, I wanna hear you. Wanna hear how good I make you feel” he replied, pulling your hand from your mouth and testing another thrust, making you moan in response. “That’s it baby, you moan so pretty for me. Love hearing you” he said, starting to set a slow but nice pace, enjoying being able to watch your expressions and the way your breasts bounced with his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours from beside you, pulling it up by your head and intertwining his fingers with yours as a sweet show of compassion. You smiled up at him, feeling him lean forward to close the gap between you before his lips connected with yours once more. It was gentle yet passionate, just like before. Your free hand traversed the expanse of his back, needing to feel every inch of him you could against your own skin. It was intimate, intimate in a way he hadn’t been in quite a long time. One could even say there was love put into it with the way he cared for you. You weren’t just any run-of-the-mill broad, and this certainly wasn’t just any night in the sack for him, no. He wanted to show you how much he meant it when he said all the things he did, how much he cared for you and wanted you. He wanted to make it apparent that he wasn’t fucking you, he was making love to you. And that wasn’t something he did with just anybody.

He felt your legs wrap around his hips, keeping him close to you. He groaned at the feeling, how your legs pulling him into you made him hit deeper inside, pulling a delighted moan from you. “You play a dangerous game there baby doll” he said playfully, making you giggle and bite your lip as you looked up at him. “Maybe it’s a gamble I’m willing to take, sugar” you said, and it was mighty tempting for sure, a thought that grew more and more enticing the closer he was to reaching his end. “Benny…” you moaned breathlessly as you felt him nudge your sweet spot inside, making you keen and dig your nails into his back each time he hit it. “That the spot baby?” He asked, making sure to angle his hips where he would be able to hit it repeatedly, even with his slower pace. “Yes…fuck, just like that honey. Feels so good” you replied, looking up at him with your brows furrowed and lips parted as your moans filled the room like a sinful symphony. His lips trailed down to your neck, littering your neck and chest with kisses and playful nips at your soft skin. “Fuck baby…feels like this pretty cunt was made just for me with the way you’re huggin’ me all nice” he said through a groan. “Just for you baby” you replied, feeling the coil in your stomach growing tight. The mixed melody of your shared moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the suite. With the way the bed seemed to creak and squeal beneath you in time with the movements of your bodies, you wondered if anyone in passing could hear what was going on behind closed doors. “So close Benny…please, don’t stop” you pleaded, looking up at him, watching the way his eyes drank you in beneath him like this. “Cum for me baby, wanna see that pretty face all twisted up in pleasure” he encouraged, using his free hand to slip between your bodies, rubbing gentle circles against your clit.

It wasn’t long before stars filled your vision, sending your back arching from the mattress as you tipped over the edge into sweet bliss. Your nails of your one hand dug into his back, your other gripping his hand, that still lay entwined in yours, tightly as you cried out his name. You couldn’t care less about those who may have heard you in passing, all that mattered to you right now was this moment, spent with Benny. He wasn’t far behind you, pulling himself from you to spill all over your stomach with a groan. You giggled as he collapsed next to you, but not before grabbing something to help clean you both up. You turned and looked to him with a dreamy smile plastered to your face. “That was a nice bit of hey-hey girly. You’re a real ring-a-ding broad” he said, making you laugh at his compliment. “Not so bad yourself, handsome” you replied through your grin, feeling his hand come to rest along your hip as you both settled in beneath the covers. “Did ya really mean it when you say you dig me, baby?” He asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t just something said in the heat of the moment, and that if it was he could properly detach his heart and move on. He wasn’t usually the type of man to show his hand, but now all his cards were out on the table for you to see. He wanted to be sure he hadn’t mistaken your words. “Of course I meant it, Benny. I ain’t a fink” you replied, your hand coming to rest against his cheek softly, your thumb rubbing his skin gently. His hand came up to rest against yours, smiling back at you. “I know you aren’t. I can always rely on you to be real with me, just makin’ sure I’m not betting a losing hand” he said, making you scoot closer to him. “Far from it. So long as you’re the cuddling type, and that this ain’t a one time thing, I’m here to stay” you replied, making him chuckle. “I’d be a dunce to quit you, baby. You’re as addicting as a gambler chasing the high of a winning streak” he complimented, making you giggle as your faces rested rather close to each other now. You smiled as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. “What’dya say we give this a shot, you and me? Be my dame” He asked, and you couldn’t have been more delighted by the idea. “I’d like that” you answered softly with a smile, your eyes flickering between his and his lips, making him smile happily at your answer. “Yeah? You’d be mine, honey baby?” He asked. “About time you asked me, we’ve been dancin’ around each other for long enough. Don’t you think?” You asked, making him chuckle as he leaned in to kiss you. “See that right there? That’s what I like about you. I knew I made the right call” he said into your kiss, making you giggle once more. “Good. Now hush up and kiss me, would you?” You said playfully, making him hum in amusement as he kissed you like it was his last day he’d ever have by your side.

As you both pulled away for air, he couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes as he looked at you, feeling his chest grow warm with joy. Finally, he no longer had to worry about the way he felt, or wonder if you felt the same. He had you, and you had him, and to Benny that was the way he felt it should be. Like this, all felt right in the world. When he laid here in your arms, head resting against your chest, he felt at peace. He only hoped he could do the same for you. “Hold me, will ya? I swear you wore me out” he said, breaking the peaceful silence and making you giggle as your arms wrapped around him, your fingers carding through his dark hair. He let out a sound of contentment as you did, making you smile happily as you continued until you too fell blissfully asleep.

It was earlier that next morning, about the normal time the chairmen would meet up to discuss plans and all things business for the day. Swank, who normally stopped by your room to have someone by his side to talk to for the trip up to the thirteenth floor to Benny’s suite, was left rather confused when you hadn’t answered his knocks at your door. Normally you were either already out the door and waiting on him, or you’d be out the door the moment he knocked. He’d tried for a good ten minutes to get to you. He stood outside your door knocking at least five or six times, not knowing that you weren’t inside your room before finally giving up. He assumed you were either dead asleep and going to be chewed out by Benny later for being late, or up and there already and for some reason decided not to wait for him. Needless to say, it came as a bit of a shock when Swank knocked on Benny’s door, came inside, and didn’t already see you sitting there. Where were you? Had Benny sent you out for a personal errand maybe? Something didn’t feel right. “What can I pour you to drink, baby?” Benny asked as you were still in the bathroom, leaving Swank confused. He must have invited another girl up to his room, something he hadn’t done in a few months now that he came to think about it. You gave a chuckle, and soon his question about where you were was answered. “Interesting way to start off the morning, sugar. I can think of a far better way to start it than liquor could” you said suggestively, completely unaware of the added person in the room and only earning a chuckle from Benny in return. Swank watched as you walked out from the connected bathroom in nothing more than Benny’s dress shirt that looked as if it nearly swallowed you whole, clearly just fresh out of the shower. It was as you were drying your hair with a towel when you padded into the room to see Swank sitting in the chair across from Benny, leaving you wide eyed in surprise and red in the face. “Shit, Benny! You didn’t tell me you were having the meeting now!” You said, and both Benny and Swank gave a laugh from seeing you so flustered. “Busted. Now I know why I didn’t get an answer when I knocked on your door earlier” Swank said with a grin, eyeing the hickies adorning your neck that gave away what you were up to last night. His eyes soon dragged to the exposed skin of your legs, before coming back up and delighting in the slight peek of cleavage from the dress shirt you were wearing. His eyes soon came to the few hickies that seemed to peek from Benny’s collar, further answering his suspicions. “Warn a girl next time, would ya?” You asked, tossing your towel at the back of Benny’s chair before going back into the bathroom to change into your uniform and hopefully hide your embarrassment. “Have to say, rather jealous of you Ben-man. Been chasing her for a while. She seems like the real deal” Swank said after blowing his cigarette smoke out after a drag of it. “I take it you two had an…eventful night last night from the looks of it” he added, Benny chuckled with a grin that told Swank all he needed to know. “You sly dog you” he replied with a grin of his own and a laugh as he poured himself a drink. Once you stepped back out, this time in uniform, you made yourself a drink before sitting next to Benny, a dusting of red still lingering on your cheeks from embarrassment. “Been wondering why you’ve been holding off on your monthly flavors the past few months there Benny, guess I know why” Swank spoke, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction before taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t sound so jealous Swank, the girls over at Gomorrah got you wrapped around their pretty little pinky” you bit back playfully. “He’s just mad I stole a prime article from right under him” Benny teased back, making Swank laugh. “Well unless you’re just here to cock-block me from having a good morning, I suggest we get this meeting started” you spoke, making Swank grin at your sass being thrown his way as business ensued. But not to worry, you and Benny had your share of fun once you were alone again.

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love: saying "i love you" even when you're scared written for @steddielovemonth day 20 (@quinns-shadowy-arts)

M | ~3.1k | tags: medieval-ish au, prince!steve, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but it’s intrigue cw: torture (both implied and explicit), past & on-screen brainwashing, manipulation, angst, violence, open ending, mild gore, traditional fairytale imagery

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It is not the sensation of cold steel touching his throat that makes him halt, the blade against his skin a feeling so familiar these days that he barely falters in his steps anymore. Nor is it the clearly spoken threat of, “One wrong move, Kas, and I will paint the soil with your blood so that something good may come of your existence after all.”

Original, that. Eddie is not loath to admit it.

And were this valiant knight anyone else, he surely would have worked his clever tongue to make it count, at the very least, that they should have caught him at last. Judging by the determination in the man’s hazel eyes and the absolute calm in his hand, sword unwavering against Eddie’s throat, he would have paid gravely for it.

As it is, though, Eddie can only stare into the eyes of his imminent captor, frozen to the spot and freezing yet more when he finds no trace of recognition in those eyes.

What did they do to you? he wonders desperately, so forlorn in the throes of distress he finds no wherewithal to struggle against four men of the Prince’s guard as they roughly disarm and bind him. He doesn’t take his eyes off the Prince, aching for just a hint of recognition, even a glint of betrayal and hatred – but all he can find is cold nothingness as the Prince holds his gaze, looking down at Eddie from his royal mare. It’s not one Eddie recognises, and he is reminded of the years he has gone without those eyes in his life.

“The King is expecting your return,” says the Prince, sheathing his sword when one of his men binds Eddie to the back of his horse; the first of many tortures, he is sure.

Or rather, the second, with the way the Prince is looking at him, speaking to him without that familiar melody to his voice. It is monotonous now, and Eddie wants to become the monster again that they all make him out to be, if only to rip out the throat of the person who did this to him. The person who took the Prince’s voice, his smile, his memories.

He would gladly become a monster for him all over again.

“A sword has been made for your head, after all. And a feast for your demise.”

And with that, the Prince spurs his mare into a trot, his loyal guardsmen following just behind him, pulling Eddie with them. It is a small miracle that he does not stumble and fall, the floor beneath his feet unsteady as cotton as all feeling leaves his body and the world rewrites itself around him and this very moment.

Prince Steven wants him publicly executed. That is not what leaves Eddie’s stomach with a wave of nausea he barely manages to swallow down, panting and gasping for air as he is from running after the horses.

No, what leaves him with a frozen bloodstream and a panicked paralysis of the mind is that Prince Steven recognises him no longer. Remembers not the history that lies between them. The sacrifices made.

Were the situation any different, allowing for tears and curses cried into the dark of night without threat of detection, Eddie would have wailed. Wept at the realisation that he should have never left Steve to the claws of the King and his advisor.

What did they do to you? he agonises, staring at the familiar blues that attire the Prince so tragically familiar. And how do I get you back before you spell doom for yourself with my own blood?

***

Foolishly, Eddie has spent years of his life thinking he would never be presented with this view again: The palace in all its glory, sandstone nary white and golden, shining and gleaming in ways more sublime than the sun herself. It stole many a night from him, the thought of this vision and the heart it holds inside, a keep more than a palace, and just as out of reach for the hands of a man deemed a traitor to the kingdom.

But now here he is, stumbling on bleeding feet as the horse drags him into the courtyard of what used to be his home so many winters ago he has lost count. People gave gathered in the streets and alleys and up by the windows, chancing a look at the man condemned, sweat and tears dried and crusted on his cheeks, ripped clothes showing bleeding wounds from falling when the Prince demanded they ride faster.

He can scarcely hold his own weight anymore, his feet aching and burning, his entire body on fire and dehydrated, the world around him spinning just quickly enough that he takes too long to realise it when the Prince cuts the rope from the horse’s saddle and takes a hold of it instead. Holding Eddie like a mutt on a leash – and he’s panting like one, too.

Still he catches his breath long enough to lift his chin and look at the Prince, showing defiance in one simple act that in another lifetime counted as devotion. But he wants to look at him. Wants to drink him in, changed though he might be.

“Will you lead me to death now, Your Majesty?”

The Prince says nothing as he rebinds Eddie’s wrists, securing them to his chest so he can’t easily break free and the Prince’s neck in the process. A wave of pride washes over him, even as he realises that he must succumb to being a prisoner for now with no means to escape.

“I am but your humble subject. Where you lead, I will follow,” Eddie says with a wavering voice, just barely resisting to bow before his Prince for dramatic effect and hoping that would conceal the truth to his words.

“One more word, snake,” he says, cold eyes boring into Eddie’s like a blade of ice and leaving trickles of fear in their wake, “and I will personally see to your death being so slow and painful, you will have forgotten your own name just before I am done, leaving you not enough time to remember. You will spend eternity wandering and finding no peace. Finding not even your name, as all you are has been replaced with pain.”

Eddie flinches away from him unwittingly, hating the cold smirk that infests that beautiful face. His Prince wouldn’t talk like that. His Prince would not resort to threats of torture, inflicting fear wherever he sets foot.

He had heard the stories, tales of a Prince changed, accounts of the Golden Prince dimmed and dulled, a tender heart hardened and smooth edges roughened to hurt whoever dared to touch him. The first few years he had heard the tales, and still he had chosen disbelief and doubt. Refusal to believe it.

His Prince would never. Stevie could never.

And yet.

“What happened to you?” he whispers, the words leaving his mouth before he can stop them, and he watches as something shutters behind those familiar eyes.

“You cut out my heart. All those years ago, when you killed him. I intend to do the same to you.”

Eddie swallows, the words not making sense. He has killed many a man, those who deserved it and those who did not, but whom could he have killed to elicit such a response from the Prince?

“Whom?” he dares ask, preparing for a blade in his stomach or a fist in his face, ready for the guards to pull him back and pummel him until he does indeed forget his name and the rest of the world for a while.

But the Prince stands his ground, his cold gaze nary lifeless even as Eddie’s vision swims.

“Eddie.”

And all the blood flees his body in a rush as understanding dawns on him, leaving yet more confusion as he hears his own name fall from the Prince’s lips with such barely concealed grief and sadness that it makes his knees buckle.

“I intend to repay you for what you have taken from me. Settle the blood debt. Three days from now, it shall be my hand on the sword that will have your head.”

Eddie is too stunned to speak, too exhausted from two days on his feet, dragged on his feet and on his back, and the unfamiliar sensation of fear grips his whole body and intensifies the aches and pains he feels until his legs give out and he lands on his knees in front of his Prince, close to weeping once more.

A hand comes to rest on his chin, tipping up his face so he can meet those royal eyes, and Eddie finds himself wishing for the blade instead.

“Good,” Prince Steven says, his voice quiet, only for Eddie to hear. “I want to hear you beg for your life.”

Eddie cannot keep a hold of the tear that breaks free and rolls down his face, leaving a trace for the Prince to follow as he undoubtedly marvels at having the great Betrayer on his knees and at a loss for words.

And Eddie knows he will beg. But not for his life.

***

Torture does come, but not from his Prince.

Instead it is Henry, the King’s advisor, who takes great pleasure in taunting him, leaving his body bloodied and bruised before he applies whatever concoction he cooked up that will leave Eddie feeling like his insides have turned to flames, leaving him to grunt and bite down on his screams as Henry weaves tales out of thin air laced with blood, sweat and tears.

“You were always so gullible, the both of you,” Henry continues, though Eddie must have missed the beginning of his words, as even these ones barely reach him through the pain.

“What did you do to him?” he asks around a mouthful of blood, spitting at Henry’s feet, revealing in the sick twist of his mouth that Eddie can just barely make out as his vision blurs dangerously.

“What did we do to him? Oh, even a decade later you are still the same stupid boy you were then, hmm? It is you who did this to him. It is you who betrayed him, killing Eddie Munson and becoming Kas The Betrayer. Do you not recall?”

His world tilts suddenly as Henry fills his mouth with a bitter liquid, clamping his mouth shut so Eddie has no choice but to swallow it all.

“Surely you do remember the way you shoved your blade between Munson’s ribs on your way out of this cell all these years ago, cutting out his heart and making it your first feast of your newly-won freedom. Surely you remember betraying the Prince’s trust and then killing his lover and his best friend. You must remember, stupid boy, and know that your execution will bring freedom to the Prince’s mind that is so trapped in its vengefulness.”

Nausea overcomes him and he retches, but Henry prevents him from throwing up and emptying his bowels to rid himself from whatever the alchemist uses to cloud his senses and reshape the world to his very own liking.

“Shut up,” Eddie wheezes, earning a well-placed punch for his troubles. “Don’t touch him. Don’t you… Don’t you touch him.”

A smile fills his vision as Henry comes close to hum as he turns Eddie’s face this way and that, keeping him from shaking it as images of a false history manifest in his mind.

“Oh, I won’t have to touch him. See, he will realise what he has done on the scaffold. The veil over his eyes will be lifted when your heart stops beating, all the pieces will fall into place, but still he will be blind, for the veil will be replaced with the ghost of you, slowly fading beneath him.”

Henry is circling him, stalking him like a predator his prey. Eddie has not been prey in so long. He does not know how to suppress the shivers or the horror at the tale woven around him.

“And then, sword still in hand as it drips with your blood, despair will overcome him and he will follow you. The kingdom will be freed of the King’s pest of an heir, and I will lend his grieving Majesty a helping hand in ruling his kingdom. That is, of course, until he, too, ultimately succumbs to grief for his only son, leaving only myself to rebuild and reshape first the kingdom and then the whole world just the way I want.”

He comes to a stop in front of him, another dark green flask in his hand.

“You are but a pawn in this, Kas.”

More of the bitter liquid flows down his throat and Eddie almost chokes on it, coughing it up and trying to resist, but Henry is stronger than he is. Always has been.

And with poison in his ears and his bloodstream alike, Henry’s words grow truths inside Kas’s mind; the memory of Eddie Munson dying on his blade, the blood dripping down his fingers as he takes a bite of the man’s heart, and the prince’s screams in his ear at this ultimate betrayal, for that heart belonged to him.

When he loses his grasp on consciousness, out of breath and out of his mind with pain, he wishes for the scaffold. He wishes for the Prince to take his life and settle the debt. Avenge his love. Avenge what Kas can only ever dream about.

***

Gradually, over the span of only three days spent in either sensory deprivation or torture, Henry manages to drain the dredges of Eddie’s false identity and replace them with what really happened; replace them with Kas. With guilt, with shame, with a debt so severe it could never be paid back as long as Kas remains alive.

He forgets about most of Henry’s visits, wakes up with new injuries and new memories, the reserves of water left for him tasting bitter and wrong, but he is always so desperate for it, he has not the luxury of choice.

The Prince never comes.

***

The third sun rises and finds Kas a broken man.

They lead him out in chains and shackles, like he poses any risk of escaping. Like he doesn’t welcome what is about to come. Like he doesn’t—

He…

Kas falters in his steps the very second he lays eyes on the Prince, hand resting on the hilt of a broadword that looks to be expertly crafted. A sword has been made for your head, after all. He swallows, ignoring the guard that kicks him in the shin and punches him in the neck, telling him to move forward.

His head aches the longer he watches the Prince, the world around him becoming hazy as guilt and shame wash over him, the feeling that this is right, this is what he deserves. And still, underneath it all, when Prince Steven meets his eyes, there is the nagging feeling that none of this is right at all. That the Prince should not be looking at him like that, should not be holding onto that sword, should not be his own executioner.

It splits his head, but still he is helpless against the shackles, cannot struggle when the guards pull him along instead.

The Prince says not a word until Kas the Betrayer kneels before him, and once again there is a wave of familiarity that comes from this action, but he cannot place it. Kas has never knelt for anyone, so it must be wrong. It must be instinct, the last desperate flare of a dying flame, leaving him disoriented, his head flooded with visions of how life could have been.

The headache mingles with a new wave of fevered need to live, to rip apart these shackles and kill every guardsman and the King himself before he leaves the sandstone castle behind him once more.

But there is also a strange sensation of calmness that tells him he is willing to let it happen like it must. He is willing to give this to the Prince and repent. He is willing to give it all up and give in to this.

Kas the Betrayer is ready to die. He is too tired to alter the course of fate any longer.

But then? Oh, a lone man’s willingness is not force strong enough to defy the will of Fate herself.

Because when Prince Steven opens his mouth, all the bitterness leaves Eddie’s mouth, all the visions become unveiled at the sound of that voice that for decades now has held him through pain and pleasure alike, the voice that whispered promises of a future together of even just five minutes away from prying eyes.

When Prince Steven opens his mouth, Kas becomes Eddie once more, coming to life again inside his own tired, exhausted, agonised head.

“Any last wish?”

For those to be the words that save him carries a strange sense of irony, and Eddie knows it’s too late. He knows the plan will commence. Maybe it’s for the better. Ten years he has suffered without his heart, ten years spent shunned and banished and labeled a traitor to all kingdoms simply because he dared to love his Prince more than his King. Ten years that have left him tired and worn out, without a purpose to his ways.

And Steve, subjected to Henry and his alchemy, his poisons and potions, his bitterness that will turn your insides to flames. Steve, tortured and manipulated for ten years without Eddie there to protect him.

Maybe it’s for the best that it should end now. That it should end like this. He has no strength left in his body, could not free himself or the Prince even if he were foolish enough to try.

Still he finds himself relieved that he should die inside his own head this time. That small mercies and miracles alike will grant him this. Looking at Steve as he takes his last breaths.

So, does he have any last wish?

“Yes,” he croaks, daring to look up into those once so beautiful eyes that hold no warmth anymore.

Tell me what they did to you. A kiss from my Prince. Don’t turn this blade on yourself when this life has left my body. Believe me when I say this is a trap, and I am not who you think I am.

But he says none of that. Wishes for something else. Wishes not for himself.

He swallows, straightening his back. “I wish that you would… That you would just, just listen to me.” Fear overcomes him, and he knows these will be his last words.

The Prince inclines his head, intent at least on listening. Good. That’s good.

Because now, for the first time in a decade, Eddie will utter these words to ears that will listen. Fear grips his heart, squeezing around it until it stops. And still he speaks.

“I love you. And I forgive you.”

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