#that lingering pressure in my head should go away soon it's lessened already

[ratstuckinamarble]

I was hanging up a Halloween garland to get a little more into the spirit of things, when I lost hold of the damn thing and it flung itself against my shelf.

The one with a vase on it. Which immediately got dragged down to the floor.

I could already hear the crash of glass... except it never came. There I am on my stepstool, looking at my scattered dried flowers, absolutely confused as to where the hell that vase went. I thought it had disappeared. Somehow. I was properly befuddled.

...It had fallen into one of my backpacks, which basically swallowed the whole thing up without looking like anything had happened. Thanks for making me think I was losing it dude. At least I didn't have to clean up any glass (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

[selinakidreams]

Hello my love can i please request that you follow up on this lovely work of art you deposited in my ask box? Ty ty

oh oh oh what is this? the lovely carter (and val- in spirit) dropping in my inbox and requesting for me (???????) to write,,,,,,,,,,, I’m honored and will happily accept.

I am so so so so so sorry this took me so long to write,, it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks,,,, I hope this makes up for it 🥺 I tweaked it a bit and I think it works,,, better now ? hopefully !!

warnings: this is smutty, SLIGHT voyerism,  dubcon turned to con, p♥︎rn with like.. a dash of plot ? maybe ?, fem! reader, thigh riding, uh riding dick right after, LIGHT MENTIONS of fwb! Osamu,, ah ha haa — NO INCEST.

Dinners with the Miyas: a weekly tradition since... before you could remember. Once a week, you and your family would gather at the Miya’s house for a homemade feast.

In hindsight, it was a really nice way for two life-long best friends, both of your guys’ moms, and their loved ones to get together and catch up after a busy week- but as a girl dealing with a pair of twins a year older than herself, it was absolute hell. 

At first, you used to despise having to get properly dressed just to eat dinner with your family friends. All that effort and for what? You see them all the time at school already, what’s so special about coming together for dinner once a week? And honestly, you were just going to get dirtied up anyways. Their beautiful blooming garden was calling your name and who were you to deny it?

You’d often find yourself frolicking among the tall blades of grass and colorful flowers, the wind swaying the plants to and fro. It was so calming to sit and watch the bees buzz around and pollinate. Needless to say, this is the boys’ cue to come into the picture; they always ruined your fun. The twins started growing into... boys, meaning they were an absolute nuisance.

It all started on a gloomy day; it had rained a few hours prior to the meetup and the Miya’s garden was- of course- muddy, but you just couldn’t resist. You tried to be as careful as you could, especially after the continuous complaints from your mother about how dirty you were when you showed up to the dinner table, but somebody decided to sabotage that.

A cold, wet slab of goop slapped you square in the face. With eyes growing wide, you turned to the culprit. An obnoxious laugh left Atsumu Miya’s mouth and in the same breath managed to call you ugly. You didn’t know what to do besides look down; you felt tears prick your lash line and you didn’t want that bully of a boy to see you cry. When you lifted your gaze to find the back door to run to, you paused upon seeing more mud flying through the air- only it wasn’t at you this time. It’s target was Atsumu- the launcher, Osamu. Finishing the embarrassing blow, the twin pointedly said the same phrase that was spat at you, before turning to you and apologizing for his idiot brother’s actions. Needless to say, after that Osamu Miya became your knight in shining armor.

As the years pass, they started to come over to your house more. When the boys were in your room, they (mainly the more wide-eyed, now blonde-haired, insatiably curious one) poked and prodded where their gazes didn’t belong. Osamu always tried his hardest to reil his brother in, attempting to put things back and apologizing every once in a while.it was painfully easy to realize that your perspective about him about him shifted; The politeness. The calm. The sensibility. He was kind and considerate. Your view on Osamu began to change into something of want, and oddly enough, it wasn’t pure.

You and osamu grew closer in ways you weren’t expecting; he was your first sexual everything. First kiss, first touch, first fuck- and with every intimate moment you both shared, the level of respect and maturity was extremely high. There was only one issue, whatever one miya wanted, the other wanted it just as bad.

Atsumu’s gaze on you lasted longer and longer, his tricks were getting more and more perverse- anything he could do to cause a little mischief and ripen the sexual tension he began to build between the two of you. But even the kiddie wrestling matches, flipping up your skirt, and lingering touches became boring; none of his little teases seemed to satisfy him anymore.

He was jealous. He had to be. Osamu never boasted, much less muttered a single word about what you two did when you were alone but Atsumu wasn’t dumb. He knew one of the Miya’s were getting their dick wet and it certainly wasn’t him. He was becoming impatient, but to you, he seemed really on edge- so much so, that one night you found yourself in one of the most compromising positions with the honey-haired idiot.

The three of you were chatting about the twins’ most recent volleyball match in your room, waiting for your moms’ wine induced giggles to subside and finnish the food already.

With lit up eyes, Atsumu was boasting about how they’d achieved their first quick when Osamu pardoned himself so he could use the restroom. 

“AWHH ‘SAMU, YOURE GONNA MISS THE BEST PART.” Tsumu loudly whined. 

“i was there, idiot. just keep telling her the story, i’ll be back.” he rolled his eyes before leaving the room.

He sucked his teeth before turning to you to continue the story only to find your eyes glued to find Osamu’s fleeting figure. You looked almost dazed out and Atsumu couldn’t believe it. Right in front of his eyes, you were eye-fucking his twin brother instead of listening to him.

Absolutely not.

Part of you should not be surprised. You looked away for just a few seconds- just enough for Atsumu to be annoyed that the attention wasn’t on him. Now you found yourself pinned to the floor, both wrists in one of his big hands, the other holding your hips down. You let out a squeal as you tried squirming out of his grasp.... that was until his knee firmly placed itself against your crotch in just the right place. You swear up and down that you didn’t mean to but there was a surprised gasp that shouldn’t have left your mouth. It almost sounded like... the thought stilled your body.

atsumu took note of this. 

In a low murmur, he leaned incredibly close and whispered, “how’s that pretty pussy of yers feelin right now?”

It sent a violent pink tinge to your cheeks and a bolt of arousal down your spine, your slick spreading against your underwear and the top of his jeanclad knee. A clench of your thighs meant this was going exactly where he wanted it to- his wait was over.

“ ‘m waiting for an answer, princess.” he tutted, his face only getting closer to yours while he applied more pressure against your throbbing vulva. 

It was never like this with ‘samu. This... was almost exciting for you. Something teetering the lines of flavorful and troublesome. The little voice in your head was screaming at you but the aching desire in your pussy was louder.

“Ah!- atsumu! what are you doing?” you whimper, trying to hide your face. There were so many thoughts racing through your mind, the logical part of you wanted to hear them all out but in the moment you were so overwhelmed. There needed to be control in such a situation; You tried to shift around to loosen his grip, accidentally applying pressure that was welcoming it the most, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips and your eyes to clamp shut.

“mmm well, you’re so focused on my brother, i thought i’d show you what you were missin if you started payin more attention to me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and you whine. This position was so compromising.

He trailed the hand that weighed down your waist up the curves of your side and took your jaw in his hand. He turned your face and when you peeked open your eyes, your gaze was met with his.

“I want you to cum on my thigh.”

Eyes wide, you tried shaking your head to no avail. His grip was so strong. “Atsumu no!! Osamu’s gonna get back and dinner is gonna be done soon and just- no!” You squeal.

“Y’still have time,” he said calmly, “ ‘samu’s probably checkin on dinner... so yeh better start... or else. Y’know what? I could just continue this though dinner. Slide my hand up ye’thigh under the table...” he started, letting go of your face and ghosting his hand down your body. The thought of his big hands palming over your clit while a finger is dipped into your warm pool flashed in your mind. You clenched, and boy, he felt it.

“Mmm, did my pretty girl think about my fingers- fingers that could reach places yours can’t?” He grinned as he watched you follow his hand with your eyes. “maybe you’d like it if i play with your clit under the table, hm? right next to my brother-” 

“no no! here. right now.” is all you could manage to get out. your head was swimming with all that could happen, it only got hazier when you felt the pressure on your cunt lessen- you wanted it back. “Ts-sumu.. i..” 

“i know, i know... but first i want you to cum on my thigh if you want my fingers that badly. I want you whiny and desperate, rubbing that pretty cunt all over me. Moaning my name.”

That’s how you found yourself stuffed in your small closet, you desk chair pulled away from its rightful place,

With his throbbing cock fighting against the cage of his pants and heavy pants leaving his lips, his hands could only find relief on your waist- assisting you in your delishious movements.

His noises weren’t the only ones to be heard, you were trying so hard to contain them but nothing is coming of it. Short little high pitched whines rung in Atsumu s ears- but what really got him were the whimpers of “fuck tsumi,” when the angle hit your clit just right and the squeeze of his biceps as you threw your head back. As soon as he experienced that, he needed you to cum right then and there. And not on his thigh.

“Nope- fuck, we’re switching it up,” he mumbled as he stopped your hips from grinding down. Your mind was a mess but all you could think about in your extremely aroused state was that you needed to cum.

“Atsumu wh-“ before you could even finish your question, he unzipped his pants and uncovered himself from his boxers, his angry cockhead slapping his torso and smearing pre-cum on his skin.

“On- now, Princess.”

There was no need for protests; he was expecting one to come out but instead he felt your soft hands lightly grip his bulging head and give a few strokes before all he heard in that cramped, dark closet was, “you’re so .. big.”

Eyes wide, a garbled moan left his mouth and next thing he knew, you were repositioning till his tip lined with your sopping entrance. He couldn’t take it, he thrusted upward as you sunk down. A shocked moan ripped out of both of you and in the moment of silence that followed afterwards, you could hear the floorboard creek.

Apparently Atsumu did too because his actions stopped and one of his hands left your hips to presumably cover your mouth. You presumed wrong.

Your closet door slid open to reveal a wide eyed Osamu palming himself.

[outofangband]

“bound” for @whumptober2021 small snippets on the captures of Maedhros and Húrin respectively 

CW: mentions of dead bodies (of unnamed characters), mentions of blood, restraints, manhandling/elf-handling, implied survivors guilt, broken bones

I’m just...really fascinated on the disoriented horror both of them felt, caught in the adrenaline high of the fight and the dawning realization that they’re being taken and not killed. 

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(edit: I deleted my previous post about making the Narn worse because I felt bad about not knowing yet if I was going to post about it but yeah still feel free to inquire to me!)

I But Morgoth sent the more, and there were balrogs. Maedhros was ambushed, and all his company were slain; but he himself was taken alive by the command of Morgoth and brought to Angband (”Of the Return of the Noldor”, The Silmarillion)

He was lying face down in a pool of blood that was not his own. The blow to his had rendered him temporarily witless and the Balrog (the one who had screamed horribly into the night when he had dragged his father away from his final battle stood above him,) kept a painful pressure upon his back while another creature yanked his arms up. He gasped out sharply and nearly choked on the mouthful of blood he took in. A kick landed to his side and Maitimo heard the sizzling of his armor, uncomfortably hot against his skin. The orders that were barked above his head were not of a language he knew but their meaning became clear almost immediately when he felt still more pressure upon him and a new sensation of coarse ropes being rubbed to his flesh as his wrists were tightly bound.  An ankle was then grabbed but another order from the Balrog clearly in charge lead to its release. Instead, he felt himself dragged back along the ground as his boots were torn off. 

The world swam before him as he was roughly pulled to his feet but there was no time for it to come back into focus. Yet another demon had gripped his hair, come loose from the helm already taken, and pulled back. Maitimo had not realized he was still struggling but he was and despite his lessened coordination, he was strong enough that his bound arms were seized too so he could be held in place while a stretch of cloth was wrapped around his head, tightly enough to hurt where his face was bruised. Maitimo swayed on his feet when his hair was released. 

He had not realized that the balrog spoke any tongue he could understand. The voice was loud and grating and the note of taunting clear despite his lingering confusion.  “The order is to bring you alive and ready for my Lord to break, little king. But He will not fault us for some injuries should you require more forceful handling,” his hair was grabbed once again, this time forcing his head up, “Keep this in mind.” A rope leash was then fastened around his neck and he felt his face burn when laughter broke out on all sides at the sight.  Maitimo did not fully parse the demon’s words as they were spoken, still dazed from the blow to his head and the shock of the ambush that had spiraled so quickly out of control, beyond his worst predictions. It was over an hour later as he was dragged between two remaining orcs, the rope cutting into his neck and wrists, from the balrog’s grip on it, that his declaration returned to him along with the burning indignity of being forced along like an animal. He passed it over and over again in his mind as his pace was kept brutally. The blindfold prevented him from taking in the sight of the location that awaited him but could not cover the dread slowly rising as they drew nearer. 

II Seventy times he uttered that cry but they took him at last alive by the command of Morgoth who thought thus to do him more evil than by death...Gothmog bound him and dragged him to Angband with mockery (“The Battle of Unnumbered Tears”, The Children of Húrin)

Húrin was alive as he was dragged forcibly from the deluge of broken armor and bodies alike. This was all that he could think at first, that he was alive. Not too many days ago he would have considered this a near miracle, to be able to utter the words I am alive after such a battle. He did not feel this way now.  As soon as he was placed on his feet, Húrin was knocked back to the ground by a blow from a blunt object. He managed to pull himself forward, seeing weapons all around him from both ally and enemy, dropped where their owners had fallen. The axe he had wielded lay only paces away, nearly within arms reach. The demon who he had first seen when it had forced him and Lord Turgon aside some time before seemed to become aware of this too. Húrin could not help a yell of pain as his arm was trodden upon. The sound of the breaking of the bone rang through him, causing bile to rise in his throat. For a few moments he lay there, his breath shallow, fighting down the urge to vomit. It was precious time his enemy needed and he knew it.The balrog stepped over him again and Húrin wondered if he should close his eyes. But the final strike did not come. He had half expected to feel the sharp agony against his neck before the inevitable nothingness (or whatever it was that came next) but what he felt applying pressure to his throat as the demon loomed over him was not a blade of any kind. It was something like a hand. Much larger than his own or indeed than any man, its fingers pressed painfully into his skin as he was pulled to his feet again, one arm hanging limply at his side, broken and useless. Húrin struggled to keep his senses when pain once more radiated through him, spots appearing in his vision. He supposed he should be grateful. He did not want to see the sprawl of the field before them. His exhaustion had been kept at bay only by the rush of the fight and as the balrog who had cornered him forced him round, a part of him that he could not bring under his control seemed to decide that the fight was over. But to what end he did not know until his enemy spoke, an awful sound made worse by the eerie silence around them. 

“Never been ordered to take one of your kind alive,” the demon grunted in heavily accented Sindarin. As he said this he pulled at Húrin‘s armor, jostling his broken arm painfully, leaving tears in his clothing and several gashes as it was unceremoniously stripped away, joining the countless other relics upon the ground, “You should be honored.” It actually smiled at him, sharp and wicked, leaving a burning anger in the human’s chest that could not quite bring his energy back. 

[7wanderingpaws]

Simply, yours (13)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU

Word count: 4.3K

Warnings: language, description of injury, birth-giving (stuff around it)

A/N:  First of all, I apologise it took me over a month to update this story that is so close to my ❤. Hope this update was worth the wait. We have two chapters left! Second of all, this is a tiny roller-coaster haha. Enjoy! Also huge apologies if I left someone out from the tags!! 

tags:  @milky-baek @itsbaekhyunsbutt @luvhtears @shesdreaminginoverdose @cynthbee @jummyjammy @junmyeonnoona @littleflowercrown13 @sebootyforlife​ (if you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know!)

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Winter left Korea completely, and warm spring slowly welcomed itself, together with it your due date as well. 

Cherry blossoms were about to be in full bloom and you asked Sukyeong to join you on a weekend stroll while Baekhyun was away on a hapkido competition with the university team. You hated staying alone and he probably hated it even more, given your blood-pressure that still didn’t stabilize itself as it should have, though it never became as severe as before. He even made Sukyeong promise to stay the night at yours so that you could have a “girls night”. When you asked why so suddenly given you barely ever did those before, he just shrugged and said: “Once you give birth you won’t be able to enjoy her company.” And he was right. Both of your lives were about to undergo huge changes, so you supported Baekhyun in doing whatever he wanted and needed to do and the same went for you. The idea that your carefree, independent lifestyle was about to be changed scared you.

“Are you sure you’re fine with walking so much?” asked Sukyeong carefully as you slowly made your way around Socho lake, the highest building of Seoul, Lotte tower, hanging above you, throwing a humongous shade over one side of the lake.

You ran your hand over the huge bump as you smiled. “Yes, don’t worry so much. It’s not like I will give birth right now.”

“You know I’m pretty sure everyone here thinks exactly that.” She looked around, noticing few people giving you a look-over. “Do you always get this many stares?”

You shrugged and took a deep breath of air. The pollution was not bad that day and the sun rays warmed up your skin in a pleasant manner. “Yeah, I do. But what can I do.”

“When is the due date again?”

“Mid-May,” you replied, the mention of the big day dampening your mood for a moment, “but that is if the pregnancy goes as planned. Apparently it’s more than likely I will go into labor earlier.”

Sukyeong tried not to pale at that, instead cleared her throat and pointed to a nearby bench. “Let’s sit. Your feet are terribly swollen,” she said, trying to sound lighthearted.

Not wanting to sound stubborn, you followed her even though you wanted to enjoy walking a bit more. It would be a mistake and you knew it, so you sighed big time once finally sitting down, the pressure in your legs easing up a bit.

“Why does Baekhyun still leave when he knows you can go to labor anytime soon?”

“I didn’t say any time soon,” you retorted, giggling at her overprotectiveness. “And I managed to persuade him to do the competitions while he can. If anything the birth might come early May. Which is Baekhyun’s birthday,” you said smiling. “If that wouldn’t be the coolest gift I could give him, whew. Three kids,” you chuckled and Sukyeong followed.

“Well, just make sure you’re healthy. You come first no matter what.”

Her words reminded you of your boss and his daughter-in-law; how she passed away while giving birth. Trying not to let it influence your mood too much, you looked up at the cherry trees through which sunlight was making its way. 

“It’s not like I can affect the outcome,” you finally replied, “but I will try my best.”

“You better,” she almost whimpered and you looked at her, just to see her eyes bulged in fear.

“Worst case scenario they will have to open me. Even worse? They might first let my vagina tear up before deciding the rest of the kids need to come out through c-section.”

You giggled when Sukyeong gasped in pure terror at what you just said. It was obvious she didn’t know all the things that could go wrong while giving birth and you weren’t about to spill all the secrets despite you wanting to vent about it because you were scared. So scared. Terrified.

“Can you still have sex after it... happens?” she asked warily.

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I can. But let’s not talk about it, it’s giving me stress.”

She was fast to massage your shoulders. “Yeah, let’s not stress you out. Baekhyun will kill me if he finds out I have as much as made you frown.”

-

Finally, the days that you would have to wait in the waiting room of your doctor in the clinic were lessening. Bearing three babies, it meant appointment visits every second week. Surely, you would get tired of the place and dread coming every time. Especially when every second week you would be bigger and heavier than the previous one, making it more tiring to come and spend a couple of hours outside of the house.

You looked up with worried eyes at your boyfriend who was reading a leaflet about breastfeeding, which immediately put a gentle smile on your face. The idea of Baekhyun not being scared or deterred of these topics was incredible for you. He was a special man, indeed.

When sensing your stare, he looked up with big puppy eyes, his lower lip caged between his teeth. “Huh? You said something?”

You giggled quietly as to not to disturb other ladies in the waiting room and shuffled a bit closer on the seat to press against his side. “You seem to be way too immersed in that woman's breast, honey.” You flickered your gaze downwards on the leaflet; the smiling lady holding a baby to her breast with an alarmingly slim body, yet obviously very pregnant stomach, sitting uncomfortably with you. They photoshopped everything these days.

Baekhyun gave you a confused look, blinking twice before snapping out of his weird reverie. “Oh, this- no, no,” he shook his head, smiling abashedly which you found absolutely adorable. “I was just thinking that we should talk about your plan about breastfeeding with the doctor. Do you think you can breastfeed three kids?” he asked thoughtfully, waving the leaflet in front of your face while his other hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it so that you would pay attention.

You sighed quietly, already tired at the idea of having to go through that process. It made you feel guilty, but if you were honest with yourself, you were scared and tired and achy and the last thing you wanted to think through was how your breasts would become the main food source for three tiny lives. You quickly rested your head on Baekhyun's shoulder so that he wouldn't see your fading smile. “I haven't thought about that, honey. But you're right. Let's discuss that. Maybe she can give me some life hacks.”

He chuckled softly and you instantly felt better, the sound lifting your spirits. He knocked your knee with his playfully before he settled lower on the chair so that you would be more comfortable.

As your eyes wandered around the room, you noticed several stares of the ladies who were waiting in the room, their gazes lingering on the two of you, some more on Baekhyun and some more on your huge stomach. You swore one of the young ones sighed while eyeing Baekhyun up, and you held back a scoff, feeling sudden pride that he was yours and the kids you were bearing were his.

“Your husband is so caring,” smiled the nurse that was at the reception desk, looking at you. “You both sure will be good parents.”

You pressed your lips together in a shy smile, not telling her that Baekhyun wasn't your husband. Baekhyun didn't say anything, either. The nurse continued anyway, saving you from replying: “You may enter now, the doctor is ready for you.”

“Thank you,” smiled Baekhyun handsomely at her as he swiftly stood up, holding your hand in his gingerly, both of you making your way into the well-known office.

Once settled inside, you faced the ever-so positive doctor of yours. It seemed she was more excited about your pregnancy than you were.

“So, the typical question,” she smiled widely, connecting her long, elegant fingers in front of her face, “any difficulties? Problems? Dizziness caused  by blood pressure?”

“No, thankfully none of that.”

“Great,” she winked at you, “the date is fast approaching,” she chirped as she went through your records, “but as I said last time, it is very likely you will go into early labour. There is no need to panic, though, dear,” she told you kindly. “I suppose you know all of this information by now, but just to tell you once again: the best is to go to the hospital once the water broke. Unfortunately, the likeliness of them sending you home only due to slight contractions in state-owned hospitals is very high,” she shrugged, obviously annoyed at the fact. “Therefore, the best is to stay calm, wait until it becomes too much and the water breaks. Until it did, it is only the small prelude to what is about to come.”

Baekhyun was listening carefully despite knowing most of the information already, while you dreaded the entire talk about the moment everything would start happening. You kept imagining the whole process in your head, one imagination worse than the other. It was difficult to point out what exactly was it that scared you so much, but the entire idea of having to go through terrible pain, your body failing, or babies' lives failing was enough to send you into a severe panic attack.

 “I can see you are worried,” said the doctor to you. “But it will be alright. Keep it up just like until now. You know, for the fact that you are expecting three, you both seem way too calm and zen about it,” she tried to joke, laughing.

Baekhyun giggled while you gave her a weak smile. “I guess we are trying to preserve the calm atmosphere before the arrival of the three babies,” replied Baekhyun lightheartedly.

You nodded. “But doc, you will be there, right?” you asked in a small tone. “I mean, in the hospital, when it happens.”

She smiled, her features softening. “I am not letting the chance to bring three babies to this world slip away, sweetie. I'll be there, and we will get through it together.”

Gracing her with a gracious smile, you nodded in acknowledgement before Baekhyun brought up the topic about breast-feeding.

“Oh, yes, very good question,” she gave him a huge smile. “You have a couple of options here. Obviously, you may breastfeed and you can also pump. Pumping is the best when having multiples, of course, but it is up to the mother what would work the best for her. Three babies can be quite the handful to breastfeed, but let's not forget that it is the best way to be close to your little ones. Mother's arms are the safest they will ever be.”

Baekhyun smiled down at you affectionately before turning to the doctor. “Yeah, we should still consider pumping-”

“Once the babies are born, we will figure out what works the best,” you chimed in gently, looking at your boyfriend who turned to look at you. You smiled at him. “We still don't know what will happen after the birth, but knowing that pumping is an option is certainly good.”

You knew well what went through Baekhyun's mind at that moment. He didn't like it when you conspired around what would happen after birth, because whenever you did, it almost always led you to two conclusions: either one of the babies would be dead or you would be dead. As much you both fought around it, you couldn't help yourself, and he tried to understand your train of thoughts, just to ease you up, but he would still voice out the hatred around the idea of him losing you.

That was why once you left the clinic, he stopped you on the street, his gaze heavy and serious. “Listen, I just want you to know that-” he took a deep breath, ignoring your eyes looking at him warily, “-whatever the hell happens during birth, you come first. I love our children already, and I couldn't be a more excited father-to-be, but-” he exhaled sharply and held your cheeks in his warm palms, his eyes glistening, “you come first to me. Always. I can't go on without you and if it ever, godforbid, comes to the decision to choose,” he shook his head, already trying to rid his mind of the terrible images, “I am choosing you over...over… the babies,” he whispered eventually, obviously pained.

You could barely make out the gentle features of your obviously scared boyfriend, because of the emotional tears that welled up in your eyes. You crashed into his chest, pushing yourself as far into him as you could, your hand having a death grip on his long-sleeved shirt. His words moved something inside of you, something much deeper than just a simple word of love and adoration. He really could get under your skin and make you feel special even through uttered words. Baekhyun was something so rare and so precious, it made you weep in gratitude. Because he was yours.

-

“You won't be going to training this evening?” you asked, emerging from the bedroom after your small afternoon nap you grew to be needing so much.

Baekhyun was crafting up some food in the kitchen and it actually made your stomach grumble in hunger. He looked behind his shoulder. “You're up, babe? Yeah, no training tonight for me. Jiyoung can lead the training by herself. I trust her on that.”

You nodded, coming to stand close to him, reaching up with your hand, drawing circles over his back between his prominent shoulder blades. “I'm glad you will be staying.”

“How are you feeling?”

You shrugged, still a little sleepy. “Alright, no pains so far.”

He smiled at you, nudging his chin towards the empty counter next to him. “Give me company?”

You nodded eagerly and he was fast to bring a chair to help you sit up on the counter before moving the chair out of the way. You leaned back on the cabinets while resting your hands on your belly. “What is daddy making, hm?”

“Something very delicious and packed with all the vitamins mummy needs,” he replied nonchalantly as he was chopping up vegetables.

Humming in satisfaction, you watched Baekhyun do his magic around the kitchen.

“Nothing gives you a tummy ache?” he double-checked again when he took out spam from the fridge.

At the sight of spam, you grew even more excited. “Nope! I already can't wait to try the food,” you wiggled your legs in the air and he laughed.

You chatted away the time he was moving around the kitchen, cooking and preparing plates. He was talking about the competitions and how well they had been doing in the ranks which made you proud, because of course Baekhyun would do well. He always did.

Baekhyun cleaned up the kitchen before serving the food on the plates and he walked to stand in front of you with a gorgeous smile. You returned it, opening your legs so he could stand a little closer, which he did. Leaning in and kissing you gently, he hugged you to him, hiding his face in your neck while one of his hands reached for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up to reveal your stomach. He wordlessly caressed it with gentleness before pulling away to give you another kiss on your lips.

“Love you,” he whispered into your lips, pecking you again.

You giggled and he moved his head to your tummy.

“And I also love each and every one of you, my loves,” he mumbled to the bump and pressed three kisses. Just then, you gasped, feeling the discomfort of the well-known action by now. Couple of tiny feet could be seen on your skin covering your stomach, and both you and Baekhyun laughed affectionately when you saw Baekhyun incredibly happy that the babies were so responsive to his honey-like voice. It had been happening for a few weeks now where he would kiss them goodnight or goodmorning and he would receive a kick in greetings.

Your heart swelled with love and warmth, and for a moment you became eager to see him with the babies and how he would play with them and treat them. He would look so lovely, you thought while watching your boyfriend giggle and caress you a bit more before bringing you into a happy kiss.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled in between and he gave you a curious gaze. You smiled. “I didn't say it back just now.” And then you pressed his cheeks together with your hands. “Aaah, what to do with you, you're so cute! Your cheeks!” you screeched in a coo-voice that made him frown at you which only made him look funnier to you. “Wah, but really, Baekhyunnie, what the hell? It isn't fair for you to be so dangerously hot and then suddenly cute like a puppy!”

“Yah, yah, enough,” he muffled through his squeezed lips, “the food will get cold.”

“But you are soooo cuuuteeee!”

“Enou-”

“Who are you this cute for?” you rambled on, giggling happily and finally let go of the poor man.

Baekhyun leaned away, still in shock at your antiques, though you could see amusement glistening in his eyes. “I suggest not to do this to our babies. It's a traumatic experience.”

You burst out laughing and he followed too,when he suddenly became serious and leaned in closer, his breath fanning your ear which sent shivers down your spine, halting your laughing fit. “You're so lucky I can't do anything to you right now, sweetheart. But just know that I am keeping a punishment list for you once you give birth, mummy.” You felt his hands squeezing the outer side of your thighs, his fingers sliding down and under your knees.

You swallowed harshly and looked at him when he turned to look at you. “That was hot.”

He smirked. “So I'm not so cute anymore, huh?”

-

It has been a day now that you started to feel slight pains just like on the days when you had a strong, painful menstruation. When the first wave hit, you started to get a feeling of what was about to happen. You just didn’t expect it to start happening so... soon. There were still a few weeks left. Were you even ready for what was about to go down very soon? You had to be even if you weren’t.

The next day you went to bed in peace, Baekhyun bringing your body closer to his even when he knew you would grow very warm over the night and shift away. He caressed your bump before he lifted the blanket and your shirt, and moved to kiss the skin tenderly.

“Goodnight, my loves,” he pressed three kisses and kept looking a little longer in hopes to see a kick back in reply. Few days ago one of the babies kept kicking like crazy and Baekhyun concluded it was the hapkido baby. You giggled, already imagining Baekhyun teaching your kids hapkido, them in their little uniforms and having little, clumsy moves.

“No activity today,” he rasped with an amused smile as he lied down next to you properly but you stopped him with a guilty smile. “Huh, what is it?”

“I really need to pee. Can you come with me to the toilet? Pleaseee,” you wailed, trying not to wiggle too much because you were growing uncomfortable with the slow start of contractions and the pee pressing down on your uterus.

Baekhyun smiled and nodded. “Let’s go.” He took your hand and helped you up. 

Quickly tiptoeing to the bathroom, once finally inside, he leaned against the sink while you sat down on the toilet, looking up at him with big eyes.

He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, the shirt tightening around his pecks.

You felt a stronger wave of pain in your lower tummy and you groaned gently as your pee seemed to become endless. Baekhyun noticed too.

“Wow, when was the last time you went to the toilet? That’s a lot of pee there, mummy,” he joked, mistaking your groaning for relief but you didn’t feel the relief peeing was supposed to give you anymore.

You raised your butt lightly and looked between your legs (or wherever you could look due to the big tummy) at the water-like liquid streaming strongly down your thighs.

“You okay?” asked Baekhyun, frowning when he saw you looking longer than it was normal.

Another small, but stronger wave of pain washed over your insides and you felt like crying as you looked up at your concerned boyfriend. It was about to start.

“Baekhyun. My water broke.”

-

“I'm so scared, Baekhyun,” you whimpered when you were in the hospital room, both of you left alone until the contractions would get intense enough to go into labour. “I'm so scared.”

Finally, you could let your guard down. You were heaving, your body already reacting to the pains, growing more and more frequent and painful. Sitting on a huge, pink pilates ball, you tried to sway your body on it while your arm was connected to an IV drip, but there were tears streaming down your face..

“Shh, shh, it's alright, you're alright, baby,” he cooed gently as he sat behind you on a chair to hold you up. “You're doing great.”

You pressed your lips together to prevent an ugly sob. “But what if-”

“No what ifs,” he replied calmly from behind, sweeping your hair back and tying it into a messy ponytail so it wouldn't be in the way. “Everything is going as planned, honey.”

You were quiet for a minute, fighting the bulge in your throat. Your legs were wobbly and it seemed like you were heading straight into a panic attack, which was anything but good.

Baekhyun, sensing your stiff composure, stood up and right in front of you, helping you up on your legs. “Sweetheart,” he mumbled lovingly, searching your gaze. You focused your eyes on him. “I've got you. I'm here and we will get through this together.” He held you close, eventually deciding to hug you. “If you need to cry, do it. Don't hold back.” Lazily, he drew circles over your lower back that he knew was the most painful part of your back. It brought instant relaxation, though you still hissed at another wave of contractions that made your knees weak.

Baekhyun supported you, holding you up as you groaned, hiding your face in his neck. “It hurts,” you whimpered weakly and let out another groan when a strong pull rushed through your lower abdomen. Your breathing grew frantic, sweat breaking around your hairline.

“I think-” you paused, squeezing your eyes shut as the contraction wouldn't go away.

“Let's call the nurse,” suggested Baekhyun before quickly helping you sit down.

You would have called after him to stop him from going away from you, but you lied back down, pushing your legs together, the pain growing almost unbearable.

Nurse arrived quickly followed by your boyfriend who tried his best not to look too shocked. After a quick check-up, the nurse smiled. “We are ready!”

-

Three babies being born (two girls, one boy) too early, you were separated from them right after squeezing them out. Not having time to even properly hold them, you only got to see the nurses placing them in the blanket before rushing them out of the room while their cries were piercing through your ears. You were swimming between complete exhaustion and overdrive as you cried from pain that came from your body as a woman who just gave birth and at the same time as a mother who couldn't even hold her babies in her arms after finally helping them out and into the world.

Baekhyun was completely helpless, standing next to you and trying to get a glimpse of the little ones, but he wouldn't let go of your hand. You were desperately holding onto him for dear life. 

Feeling his own tears roll down his cheeks at what just happened, Baekhyun quickly brought your head to him, hugging it to his chest while you cried, your voice already hoarse from screaming before. 

Nurses were roaming around you and it was just a matter of seconds as you heard them telling you they had to stitch you up and your doctor, the ever-so-kind doctor, appeared in front of you. “Give her anesthesia.” She looked at you and Baekhyun, who wouldn't let go of you. “The babies will be alright, but they need to be in the incubator for the time being because of the early birth, sweetie. Please calm down. Right now we have to stitch you up.”

“S-stitch me up?” you stuttered.

She had an apologetic smile and she shot a glance at Baekhyun, who straightened up. “You are severely torn up. So let's quickly tend to the open wound.”

You grew almost sick at the idea and you were sure Baekhyun was completely frozen, though he snapped out of it pretty quickly as you whimpered again in fear. Exhaustion was taking over you quickly.

“You're doing phenomenally, my superwoman,” Baekhyun whispered into your ear as he caressed your hair, pressing multiple kisses there. He was completely shaken up by what he had just witnessed in the past hours, but he had to stay strong for you just a little longer.

You sighed once more before you saw the doctor ducking between your legs again and starting another small intervention.

You closed your eyes and focused on Baekhyun's powerful presence.

You were left without your three babies.

You were left torn open.

But you were alive.

You all were alive.

[faulty-writes]

Warning: Mention of nightmares. 

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: Tenya Iida x Reader

[ Alright, so I should have known when I woke up from a nightmare this morning my day was going to be bad and it was. When I have a bad day, I tend to isolate myself from others. But, I decided to write this because Tenya is my go-to comfort character. I wrote this in the time span of a couple of hours, so please forgive me if it’s not up to par compared to the rest of my work. I do know there was a nightmare request in my inbox, I promise I will eventually get to it. But, I just felt the need to write this first. Someone send me some positive affirmations. ]

[ When you jolt awake from a terrible nightmare, you ended up waking your boyfriend, Tenya Iida as well. Though he immediately seems to notice there is something wrong and tries to comfort you to the best of his abilities. ] 

The otherwise quiet night was quickly interrupted when you jolted awake, a thin layer of cold sweat covered your face and neck. The fast pace of your heart echoed in your ears and Tenya’s comforting arms were no longer around you. It came as no surprise you enjoyed sleeping close to your boyfriend, your arm draped across him and your head resting comfortably on his chest as Tenya enjoyed sleeping on his back. Still, that didn’t stop him from holding you close.

Yet, you seemed to have frightened the man when you suddenly woke, the images of the horrific nightmare still playing in your mind and it caused you to tremble. Tenya was wide-eyed, staring into the darkness a moment to recover from his own shock before he noticed the outline of your figure. “My love?” he questioned as he reached his hand out to you, allowing his fingers to brush against your arm. “Hm.” he paused when he noticed you were trembling and sat up. You paid no mind and wrapped your arms around yourself before leaning over.

Eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears threatened to spill, you felt the bed dip as Tenya scooted closer to you. His thigh pressed up against your own and his gentle strong arms came to wrap around your trembling form. However, you refused to lift your head, especially when you felt a tear run down your cheek which only triggered more. Though Tenya couldn’t see, he felt those droplets hit his arm. “May I ask what happened, why are you crying?” you felt your lip quiver, you wanted to tell him.

But, would he think it silly that you were crying over a nightmare? Part of you didn’t want to hear the answer, so instead of speaking, you pressed your lips together. Allowing silence to fill the room, effectively leaving his question unanswered. Tenya frowned before pulling you close, cradling your head against his chest. You finally took a breath and cracked sobs sounded as Tenya threaded his fingers through your hair.

“Everything is alright, I assure you,” he spoke gently as your tears continued to fall, absorbing into his striped pajama top. It was almost amusing the sleeping set Tenya wore to bed, always blue striped and topped off with a sleeping cap. Still, in his embrace, your fear seemed to lessen. Though you supposed it was due to the fact he was a hero, not a Pro...yet. But damn near close and as such, he had a moral sense to bring comfort, happiness, and a sense of safety to others.

Your hands came up, curling into his shirt as another sob escaped you. Tenya’s fingers stroked through your hair and his hand gently rubbed your back. Your trembling slowly ceased, but that overall sense of anxiety still lingered. You swallowed, your throat felt dry and your words struggled to come out. “I…” you took a deep breath, hesitant to continue speaking, “Yes?” Tenya inquired, gently pushing you to explain. You slowly lifted your head, even in the darkness you could make out Tenya’s concerned expression.

He reached up, brushing his fingers along your wet cheek before he cupped it. Your tears slowly trailed over his knuckles and dropped onto the sheets below. “Please, do not be afraid to tell me.” he said in a gentle whisper, “I will not judge, for I only want to make you feel better.” you couldn’t help but give a quiet chuckle, Tenya was so selfless. Still, you tilted your head, focusing on your hands that were still curled into his pajama top.

“I...had a nightmare,” you said, your voice quiet and hoarse. Your fear increased with the assumption that Tenya would simply laugh or brush off your confession, instead you felt him lower his hand. “T-Tenya…” you stuttered his name, and though you couldn’t see it. A small smile came to his face as he wrapped his free arm around you and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“My love, you do not have to be afraid of a nightmare. Your nightmares, those fictional and memory-based visions within your slumber cannot reach you here. For even if they could, I give you my word that I would do everything in my power to protect you.” though you knew Tenya meant well, you still shook your head. Your boyfriend tended to be realistic and perhaps he didn’t understand how badly your nightmare shook you like thunder coursing through your body.

“I...was scared...Tenya,” you admitted before your heart began to beat faster, once more images of your nightmare flashed through your mind. “You’ve...had nightmares too, do they haunt you?” Tenya grew stiff, oh yes...he had gone through the ordeal of nightmares. However, unlike yours. He had experienced them while he was awake and most were caused by his own foolish mistakes.

He sighed and pressed his nose into your hair. “Yes.” he responded quietly, “Perhaps the worst nightmares are those you experience when you are awake, but regardless. If you are awake or asleep, if they are fictional or real. They are still nightmares...images, and feelings that haunt and hurt you.” he thought for a moment, “Perhaps talking about it will help ease your fear?” he suggested before moving so his cheek rested on top of your head.

The thought of sharing the details of your nightmare caused a shiver to run down your spine, “I...I don’t want to...talk about it. I just want to forget it, but...it felt so real even if I knew it was just...my mind playing tricks on me.” you replied before feeling Tenya lean away. “One moment,” he said as he rose from the bed, something that caused you to panic, “Tenya!” you cried out, your arms stretched toward him like a child desiring attention. He jumped at your sudden cry and turned to face you. He reached out, taking your hands in his own.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to frighten you any further,” he said before kissing the back of your hand. “I was merely going to turn on the light, I do believe it would be beneficial if I could see your face,” he said, and while you felt a little embarrassed. It was more of a relief to know that he wasn’t going anywhere. “O-Okay,” you said as Tenya released your hands. “Please do shield your eyes, as it may be hard for them to adjust to the change of lighting immediately,” he warned before the small lamp on his nightstand illuminated the room, you hissed softly.

Your eyes were already puffy and red from your tears and you couldn’t resist rubbing them. However, you soon felt Tenya’s fingers wrap around your wrists and he guided your hands away from your eyes, “Please, I know they must sting from your tears. But, I believe rubbing them will only complicate things.” he said before carefully climbing back onto the bed, you didn’t hesitate to lean against him. Wanting to feel that familiar warmth, which Tenya welcomed and pulled you closer.

You relaxed some as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight and secure. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My love,” he began, “I do hope you know that your nightmares are valid and that I would never laugh or dismiss them, you are, in a sense, my whole world. If you are not happy, I am afraid something is very wrong. I do love seeing your smile.” he said, pressing yet another kiss to your forehead. You latched onto your bottom lip, Tenya tended to compliment you often.

But, you knew his words didn’t go without thought. The man was too prideful to allow petty things to slip from his lips, at times you were grateful for that. “It brightens my world, my eyes seem more open and I am reminded yet again, that I am capable of falling further in love with you,” he said, a happy chuckle leaving his lips. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, loosely draping your arms around him and a light flush filled your cheeks, “Tenya…” you said, enjoying the soft rhythm of his chest rising and falling.

“Hm?” he responded, curious as to what you had to say. “You’d...never leave me, right?” you questioned, small scenes from your nightmare came to mind. But, Tenya seemed a tad thrown off by your question and cocked his head to one side, “I...do not believe I would, no. I love you, I...see a wonderful future with you, unless...you do not feel the same?” he questioned and you jumped, “No, no, no!” you said, frantically waving your hands.

Tenya chuckled, “I see, then why do you ask?” he questioned, reaching over to hold your hands in order to cease their frantic movement. You looked him in the eye before shyly averting your gaze, your hands tightening around his. “My nightmare...involved losing you.” the words were barely audible, and Tenya furrowed his brows. “Losing me?” he repeated and you nodded.

“Heh,” Tenya chuckled, “That is quite amusing, humorous.” he said, and your head shot up, “What?” you questioned, your gaze turning into that of a glare. “Forgive me,” he quickly said, bowing his head ever so slightly. “I do not mean my words in a negative way. As I stated before…” he released your hands and reached up to gently cup your chin. You watched as a smile came to his face and held your breath as he leaned in. Your shoulders hunched up when you felt those soft tender lips against yours.

Your eyes widened as Tenya applied pressure, deepening the kiss which caused you to melt. Your arms once again wrapped around his shoulders and you pressed yourself against him. Your hand snaked up, threading through his hair. The texture of his signature undercut tickled the tips of your fingers before they slipped underneath that silly cap and effectively caused it to fall off. “Mm!” he broke the kiss, “Please do not remove my sleeping cap, I...rather enjoy my pajama sets to be in order,” he said and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Just watching Tenya reach down to retrieve his precious sleeping cap was enough to make you laugh, but you knew Tenya of all people hated being laughed at. He enjoyed being taken seriously, and in a way, you couldn’t blame him. “There,” he said as he placed the cap back on, “Now...I do believe I was going to say something.” he reached up, tapping his cheek as he tried to collect his thoughts. “Oh yes,” he said, once again taking hold of your chin.

“I love you, Y/n. I do believe I would be the greatest of fools if I were to leave you. For I have built something truly worth value with you, a love that most would desire, a connection that cannot be broken. To trade that for nothing, well...I do not believe such would be a wise choice.” he explained and you found yourself chuckling. “I love you too, Tenya.” though you knew it was only natural to be afraid of losing the one you cared about, Tenya’s reassurance eased some of the anxiety. 

He smiled and lowered his hand, “I trust you are...feeling better?” your tears were now dry, despite the fact your eyes were still tinted red. Your trembling had stopped and it seemed your nightmare was far from your mind. “Yeah…” you said before nodding, “I...I think I am, thank you.” a smile came to your face as you looked at him, though you took note of the dark circles underneath his eyes. You knew it had to be early in the morning and you almost felt guilty for having woken him.

But, almost as if he read your mind. You watched as he stood from the bed once more, “Perhaps we should get some sleep, I do hope I will keep the nightmares at bay for now.” he said before shutting off the light, regardless if those nightmares came back to haunt you. Tenya would always find a way to push them back. You felt the bed dip as he climbed onto it, carefully maneuvering himself underneath the blankets before holding his arm out to you.

“Come, I do favor being close to you as I sleep,” he said before laying against his pillows. You smiled, helping yourself to sneak under the warm sheets and once more laid on top of the man. Happily nuzzling into him and a happy sigh left your lips when he draped his arms around your figure. “I shall hold you tight, to ensure you cannot escape if another nightmare dares to try and invade your mind. I shall keep you secure against me, safe and sound,” he said and his words brought you a sense of content before you closed your eyes. Dreaming sweet nothings away. 

[mywonuderful]

Not So Cold-Heart Pt.24

Summary: Y/N, a member of a popular newly debut girl group and Wonwoo has what some may call a relationship with emotional ambivalent. Will their relationship remain cold-blooded or will they finally come to an agreement and become something more?

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

A/N: As always, if anyone is interested in being added into the taglist for this series, please feel free to send in a ask or message me!

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“You’re leaving already?” His members asked as he closed the door of your room. “Um... She said she wants some time alone.” He said, not looking at his members as the leaned over to his face, feeling suspicion. “Did something happen... between you and Y/N?” Jeonghan asked, eyeing his members. “Huh? Oh no. I’m going to head back to the dorms first. I’m a little tired from waking up early.” He started walking before Minghao got a grip of his arm. Wonwoo look at his, a little bitter before he removes his grip and walked down the hall. “Let me check on her.” Minghao said before lightly knocking on your door. “Y/N? It’s me. Minghao.” He entered the room before he say you covered in the blankets, sniffing. He saw the containers stacked in front of your bed as it must be what Wonwoo brought over. Taking a seat beside he pulled the blanket down, revealing you tear bandaged appearance as it tore his heart. “Y/N...” His voice trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Sorry you have to see me like this.” You mumbled, struggling to sit up as Minghao helped you. He pulled out a couples of tissue paper before dabbing it on your face. “At a time like this is where I think you need someone beside you the most.” He whispered, fingers tracing the patched on your cheeks, feeling himself shedding a tear. “You really are something you know?” you felt yourself leaning in to his hand as it rested on the side of your face. “I don’t think anyone has the ability to do what you did. You must be immortal or something.” He chuckled as you let out a laugh before wincing in pain from your cheeks, having him to apologize in the end. “I don’t know if I’m suppose to feel happy or disappointed in myself.” You spoke, looking down at your hands before Minghao intertwined them with his. “Y/N, I know you’re undergoing many emotions right now, and that can confusing and frustrating but if anything, you should feel proud. Proud that you were able to get through the end of the performance. Proud that you’re surrounded with people who care about you.” You looked up, feeling the urge to cry once again.  “Thanks Minghao.” he gently pulled you into his embrace, feeling his warmth and his scent, making you at ease. “Now, what did the doctor say?” “I have some fractures and bruises, and that recover time will be a couple of months. So I guess I’ll be useless to everyone then.” You spoke dully as Minghao lifted your chin to face him. “Don’t you ever call yourself useless. No matter what state you’re in. You are going to get through this couple of months, building and healing. And you will come back stronger than ever. Everyone will be supporting you.” He looked straight into your eyes, as you pouted, feeling tears fall once again before giving him a nod. He wiped away the tear with his thumb, giving you a light pat in the head. “Can the other members come in? They’ve been wanting to visit you since yesterday.” You smile and nodded before he got up and opened the door as the boys flew in along with the surprise of your members. Everyone was surrounding you with bittersweet smiles, giving you encouragement and endless love. But it felt empty, that Wonwoo wasn’t there.

---

It’s been 8 months since the incident and fortunate for you, you were recovering faster than expected. Your members would visit regularly, sending you your favourite foods with every visit. The boys would pop in here and there, sending in some goodies and well but ever since the argument with Wonwoo, you haven’t seen him since then.

-Flashback-

“Hyung? Can I come in?” Minghao peeked into Wonwoo’s room as he was doing something on his computer. “Yeah sure, what’s up?” Minghao sat on his bed as Wonwoo turned his chair to face him. “What’s wrong with you and Y/N? Did something happen? You haven’t paid her a visit in a while.” Wonwoo remained silent. “Did you get into an argument with her?” “I didn’t mean to. I was only trying to comfort her.” He admitted lowly. “What happened?” “She told me she didn’t hear about the stage problem and that I told her to ask again.” “And?” “And then she said that every time she asked, her answer would get cut off so I told her to keep asking.”

“And?” “And then I guess she started getting mad and I tried to calm her down but I guess I ended up hurting her feelings with me raising my voice. She just told me to leave in the end.” Wonwoo’s voice was gloomy, as he felt hurt in the situation as well. “She’s just been going through a lot. With her mixed emotions, stress and full being bottled up inside, I guess she just exploded.” Minghao tried explaining as Wonwoo calmly listened. “Are you going to pay her a visit soon?” “I don’t think she wants to see me.” “That’s arguable. Every time we visit, her eyes would linger at the door after we all enter. I’m pretty sure she was waiting for you to walk through that door.” He tried to encourage his hopeless member. “...How’s she doing?” “She’s recovering faster than everyone expected. The doctors and nurses were even surprised how her progress. They might even say that she can leave soon.” Wonwoo felt relieved as he let out a sigh. “Maybe I’ll pay her a visit. I owe her an apologize.” Wonwoo mumbled. 

-End-

The bandages you wore lessen as you only still had them on your ankles, knees and wrist with a few patches on your cheeks and jaw. Your strength was regained though it wasn’t fully enough for you to get back into dancing, you felt happy that you were finally able to do daily tasks without struggling too much. As you backed the last bits in your hospital room, a knock was heard on the door.

“Come in!” The door opened as you waited for someone to enter. Moonbin jumped in, with a huge smile plastered on his face. “Y/N!” “Moonbin!” You were so happy to see him. You haven’t seen him since the first few weeks after your fall, since it might be too risky to visit. But after the long await, he finally got the chance to see you. “Look at you! Almost good as new!” He helped you pack as you let out a chuckle. “Thanks Bin. I don’t think I had to properly thank you for the stage collaboration.” “That was months already!” “But I feel like I should still repay you in return.” “If you insist, how about dinner together? It hasn’t happened since your last practice.” he suggested, suddenly feeling shy. “I’d love to.” You replied as he smiled brightly at your answer. “How about this weekend? Is that doable for you?” You and Moonbin ended up agreeing to meet up for dinner in the upcoming weekend, feeling excitement that your life was finally getting back to normal. Moonbin’s manager was kind enough to drive you back to your dorm as you bid them goodbye before the drove away in a distance. You dragged your luggage up towards the stairwell of your dorm but came to a stop, knowing that you can’t help it up the stairs when your door flew opened and your members practically jumped down the stairs to pull you into a group hug.

“Ah, I missed my bed so much!” You chimed as you sat your bed. “Isn’t the VIP bed even better though?” Nari chuckled as she brought in your luggage. You stood up from you bed before kneeling down slowly, careful to not put too much pressure on your knees. Your tried lifting your luggage open when you felt your wrist loose their strength. “Here, let me help. Don’t force yourself to do anything alright? It’s amazing how much you’ve gotten better but you’re not completely healed. We and the fans need you entirely healed so that you can get back on your schedules.” Nari smiled as your helped you. “I miss everyone.” You spoke as she looked up and with warm smile. “Well one thing I can definitely say is the fans has been more supportive than ever. Our manager didn’t want you to know about this yet but you’ve been invited on so may shows! He said he’ll let you know about it once you get better, knowing how excited and restless you’ll get.” Nari shared the good news as you felt delighted. “How about you guys?” “We’re only a little break as well, focusing on our own individual projects and schedules. But without you here feels so different. We’ve all missed your cooking and baking.” The both of you shared laughter as you unpacked you things. 

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A few week passed, as you thought that you’ll find yourself being more useful but instead, you felt yourself being more hopeless than when you were at the hospital. From the moment you got up from bed to when you fell back asleep, your members just never seem to leave you side. You were grateful for their endless help but you wanted to try doing things on your own. At least you’ll know for sure that you’re getting better yourself. The only time you were left alone, was when your members left for practice or schedules but only then, you felt emptiness as all you members carried on to promoting your group and themselves as you were left alone. You woke up feeling thirsty as you got up, looking over at Nari who was still fast asleep. Creeping out of your shared room you headed to the kitchen. You opened on to the top cabinets to get a cup when you tippy toed and reached your hand out. You let out a groan, struggling to reach due to your height. “Gosh, why does my schedule have to be so earl- Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Yun Hee yawned before loudly whispering, running to assist you as you turned around and let out a laugh “I wanted I glass of water.” You said as she pour you a glass of water. “At least let one of us know!” She lightly scolded you “It’s fine. I could’ve done it myself.” She looked at you, hinting worry. “C’mon. It’s been 8 months now, I’m almost fully recovered.” You wriggle and twirled your wrist and ankles, showing them that they were completely fine. “Still. The doctor said that you should stay away from lifting anything heavy or strenuous movements.” “Are you calling me that weak that I can’t even get myself a glass of water?” you pouted, playing with her. “We just want you to recover as soon as possible.” you nodded, knowing that they only mean well. 

The rest of the members slowly got up one by one, before heading to for the own personal schedules. You were left alone once again, as you sat on the couch, staring blankly at the colourless TV screen for god knows how long. You turned on your phone, finger hovering our Wonwoo’s contact of the call button. You’ve been feeling guilty since snapping at him when last visited you 8 months ago. Just as your finger hovered closer to the button, your phone started vibrating as you tossed it to the side of the couch, your heart almost jumping out of your chest. You peeked over at the caller ID before letting out a relieved sigh. “Hello? Mrs. Bosa?” “Y/N! Gosh, I missed your voice. How are you going sweetie?” “I’m going much better, thanks for checking up on me. How’s you and Mr. Bosa doing along with the business?” You questioned, crossing your legs on the couch. “Both of us missed your so very much. We apologize for not checking up on you earlier. We just couldn’t find the right time to call in and all. Business has been doing well as usual, thanks to Wonwoo who’s been helping out greatly lately but we’ve been getting fans who would come, particularly asking about you.” you heard her light chuckles on the other line. “Is that so? I’ve been discharged from the hospital a few weeks ago from recover. Is there anything I can help with?” “We’ve hesitated on calling you about this since we know you’re not fully recovered yet but is it possible for you to come in to work today? We have to head out on a one-day business trip to pick up some supplies and ingredients for some new updates to our cafe. Luckily, today is a lot more calmer, so there won’t be much customers. We’ll also call Wonwoo to see-” “No no it’s no worry! I’m almost healed so I’d love to help! I should be able to handle it on my own so there’s no need to call Wonwoo in!” You cut her off, finally getting an opportunity to do something instead of staring into space. “You’re a lifesaver! I’ll see you in an hour then!” she hung up the phone as you hopped up before heading to your room to change and get ready, “I shouldn’t call my manager or else I wouldn’t hear the end of it.” you mumbled to yourself as you tied your hair up into a updo, suddenly feeling a prick in your wrist, making you finch. You looked at your hand, as it lightly trembled, rejecting negative thoughts. You put on a little make up today since it was first time out in public since your recovery. You pressed your lips together, to spread the lip tint evenly before checking yourself in the mirror and heading out into the taxi. You thank the taxi driver as you paid and got off, before turning to face your favourite cafe. You could already smell the aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans, taking in a deep breathe before opening the doors of the cafe. “Welcome to Espresso Love Caf-” A low husky voice greeted you as you looked up and saw Wonwoo, who stopped midway, eyes widen in shock. The two of you didn’t say anything, as you remained froze, eyes still locked. You looked away as you walked behind the counter, feeling his eyes on your back. You walked back out, passing the kitchen as you saw Wonwoo reheating some bread. You stood back at the door, looking at his board back as he placed the bread into the oven before turning around, catching you staring at him back the door. You let out a cough, pretending to fix your apron before awkwardly heading out. A group of girls, in their early twenties came in looking lively. 

“Welcome to Espresso Love Cafe!” You greeted them as the looked at you before going back to their conversation. You helped them place their order as Wonwoo started making their drinks. “I’ll handle the drinks. You can serve them the desserts.” You turned around to the coffee machine, reaching a head over in front of him to get a cup as he looked at your bandaged wrist. He paused and stared at it for a few seconds before heading to serve the desserts. You heard the couple of females giggle as Wonwoo approached them as you dosed the ground coffee into the portafilter. You took the tamper and to press down on the ground coffee. As you put pressure and twisted the tamper, you felt pins-in-needles spreading around your first, making you let out of a low grunt as you scrunched your face in pain. “Are you okay?” You head his voice, making you jolt. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You quickly replied as you continued as if nothing happened. You placed the drinks onto a tray before lifting it, feeling the tingling sensation once again. As you walked over the to group of customers, they glanced over at you, before doing a double take without surprised expressions.

“Here are your drinks.” You placed them onto the toasters feeling their stares at you. “Are you Y/N from Eunoia?” They asked, you stood back up, nodding your reply. “How are you feeling? After you feeling better?” They all started asked questions. “I’m feeling a lot better.” “We’ve missed you so much ever since the awards ceremony! Your special stage as well as your group performance, wow you look so cool in both of them. We truly admire you professionalism on how you dealt with the incident.” They all complimented as you placed your hands to covered your blushing cheeks. “That means a lot to me.” You bowed and smiled genuinely, as the females’ eyes glowed. “Say, I heard there’s even a new fandom.” You tilted your head at their smirks. “A new ship fandom of you and Moonbin ever since your stage together. The both of you look so well fitted for each other!” They all spoke as your smiled dropped into a ‘oh’ “Ah, is that so? Moonbin and I are close friends.” You nervously smiled as the girls all looked over at each other with mysterious looks before looking back at you with a not-so-convincing smile.

“Either way, it must be our lucky day that we got to see you and Wonwoo together today!” Your eyebrow raised as your glanced back, as Wonwoo stopped with wiping the counters before looking over at your direction. “We must admit though, we find that you and Wonwoo a way better pair together.” They shyly chuckled as you stood there in shock. “We’ve visited this cafe multiple times now and we’ve always seen the two of you working together which is so adorable. We even have photos to prove it.” Your eyes widen as they scrolled through the endless pictures of you and Wonwoo. You tried hiding the smile that was forming on your face as you saw some where they both of you and Wonwoo were smiling down on each together as if the two of you were meant to be. “That’s quite a few you have there.” You awkwardly laughed trying to slip out of their conversation “But you have to admit, Wonwoo is a really handsome guy, no? Tell us you haven’t fell for his smile or just him at least one.” They all leaned forward towards you, anticipating your answer. “U-Um.. He’s-” “Sorry ladies but I’m going to have to take Y/N away from your guys for a moment.” You felt a hand on your shoulders as you looked over and saw Wonwoo smiling softly at the girls who were completely stunned before they giggling and smirked. “Of course, she’s yours afterall.” You blanked out, blinking in confusion as Wonwoo pushed you to the back of the store with his hands still on your shoulders as the girls whipped out their phones to capture this sweet moment. “What are you doing?” he lets go as you turned to look at him. “It looked like you were caught into something that you weren’t comfortable in.” You face palmed, trying to hide your disappointment yet laughter from his attempt to help. “If anything, I think you just made things worst.” You sighed as he narrowed his brows. “You know what, nevermind. Thanks.” You said as you walked back to the front of the store as you glanced over at the girls who were chatting. They were about to leave when one of them came up to the counter. “Do you have any cup holders by any chance?’ Wonwoo opened the cabinets and brought down the last one before handing it to her. “Ah by any chance, could the both of you do us a small favour?” “Sure, what would it be?” You followed Wonwoo and the girl to the table, feeling a little weird. “Could we get a picture of the two of you together?” Wonwoo’s eyes slightly widen from their request. “Please?” They all pouted. Wonwoo turned back to glance at you as you stared at the floor. “Sure.” Your head shot up to see Wonwoo looked at you, waiting for you to stand beside him. You slowly stood beside as the girls shock their heads. “Stand closer! The camera can’t even capture the both of you in the shot.” One of the girls complained as Wonwoo let out a cough as you brushed your hair behind your ear, shifting closer to him until your shoulders brushed. “Perfect, 3,2,1!” You and Wonwoo smiled as you heard a numbers of shutters from their phones. You and Wonwoo bid them goodbye as they left the store before you left out a sigh, feeling tired.

“You’re tired just from that?” His voice sounded almost challenging. “Give me a break, this is first day since 8 months back in public and actually doing something aside from lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.” You glared at him before heading to the storage room to restock the cup holders as Wonwoo closed to shop.

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[hydrangeasimagination]

Loosely, Gently

Pairing(s): Todoroki Enji / Endeavor X Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: It was something he hadn't considered before, even the years of being so close to you all the time. How easily you were able to push past him defenses, step into line with him without being deterred by his arrogance or pride. Before the fall of All Might, you were nothing more than someone in passing... Afterwards, he wasn't sure what you were...

Warnings: Slight manga spoilers! Mentions of Abuse. Blood Mention?

A/N: I’ve never actually written for him until now since I wanted to get the anime to get caught up with the manga and some of ya’ll aren’t believers in Endeavor’s redemption. I hated him too at one point. Only to become neutral after seeing how he behaved after Toshinori’s retirement. Which again changed to akin to understanding as the manga progressed. Horikoshi handles this issue well and I commemorate how he tackles everything.

I can only hope I can attempt and handle such issues with as much grace as he does.

You do not have to read this. Nor do you have to come in and begin an argument, just remain civil and move along.

I do not condone what Enji has done.

But I think he’s beginning to make up for it.

By showing his remorse, by reflecting that he is sorry based upon his actions as opposed to his words because we know how bad he is with those.

Drawing on my experience and the experience I’ve seen own loved ones go through. I stand by what I’ve said; no one has to forgive their abuser.

Written with TBT in mind and by association and an original character specifically... IDK if Beacon can float tho since this was supposed to be a little bit of a surprise. But it coincidentally also happened to be their creator’s birthday!

So birthday wishes to @starchaser-the-prophet​ !

Happy day of birth fam ❤️

Images were something that had always appealed to Todoroki Enji, something he's held onto tightly, like a vice.

Whether it be his own or the thoughts floating in his head.

There was always a plan after he became number two.

"Surpass the number one, surpass All Might!"

It consumed him in the end.

Wrapped him and his...

Family...

He didn't deserve to call them as such.

Wrapped them all in an entangled web of pain, of trauma....

Of abuse.

Everything that he had done, was all for naught.

The shattering of those that he should have loved, should have protected!

Cherished.

But what is he to do now?

The overwhelming pressure in his chest never lessened.

Even after the scar on his face healed, after he had given Rei and his children a new home as he lived in the cold residence of the Todoroki manor.

Even while he signed the divorce papers.

It just grew.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Flooding his mind with the images — the godforsaken images — of the sobbing and terrified faces of his family.

The feeling of guilt was never so stifling.

But he deserved this.

He did this to them.

So many horrible and awful things.

So many deplorable and...

His thoughts were screaming.

... He didn't expect their forgiveness.

He shouldn't expect their forgiveness

His pain is nothing compared to their's.

The dried stains of their blood on his hands is a testament to that.

These images will never stop, the images of the damage inflicted on his family.

... But as of late, something else had been occupying his mind.

"Oh, Enji, it's nice to see you again!"

Baked pastries and sugary treats suddenly flooded his senses, the warmth he felt was unmatched to his flames.

A pair of glimmering gems peered at him betwixt snow caught lashes, a sunny smile close to melting it all away.

Close, but not too close, floating on the chilled air.

You.

He really shouldn't have been staring, your radiance was something unimportant not too long ago. It was unfair of him to believe that it was appropriate in any shape or form as he’d treated you not too differently from the other heroes that had attempted to strike up a friendship with him.

He’d recently made you cry too, over the scar on his face no less.

It was truly hard not to allow his gaze to linger as you were nothing short of breath-taking, you always had been.

Enji was unfortunately just blind to it for the longest time.

Distracted by chasing titles and old flames.

Since you were starting out.

He spoke your last name with hesitation, head bowed in respect.

It makes the words of his youngest son’s significant other ring in his ears.

"Oh, come on, I've told you already!" The huff of vapor from your mouth dissipated quickly, timed with the downturn of your lips. "Just call me by my given name, we've known each other for nearly a decade now."

His mouth tightening into a thin line, the flames licking up the sides of his face doing well in covering the color flooding his cheeks, eyes narrowing as his back tensed.

He didn’t deserve this either.

Any bystander watching would have assumed that you’d upset him, that you had incurred the wrath of Endeavor. That you'd soon be someone that'd be losing their job and credibility.

The ruthlessness of his reputation plagued him, the eyes on his back never stopped.

So he was thankful when the smile returned to your features, thankful that you could read him. Even if he was to deny everything you had ever told him about himself in the past, a habit that also came in the present.

These thoughts in the back of his head became less glaring, though lingered in the reaches of his skull.

"Like I said, it's fine."

Quieter still at the sound of your sweet voice.

Soundlessly, your feet touched the floor and you held up the bag, steaming and smelling divinely despite the sour taste that lodged itself in the back of his throat.

"Cream bread?"

He felt his shoulders slowly fall, even if it is just slightly.

His expression changed.

Crystals of snow melted into drops before they had the chance to reach him, his warmth unchanged to the weather.

Sapphires hues gazed at you, a softness that was seen to few.

The curl of his lips, stretching of his scar nearly unseen...

It was such a serene expression.

Your heart gently beats against your sternum, only quickening as his impossibly warm, large hand dropped low.

Lower.

Images were something that had always appealed to Todoroki Enji, something he's held onto tightly, like a vice...

He no longer wants to be suffocating.

So he holds this new image as though it’s able to slip through his fingers.

As you look at him, with wonder and flushed features, he feels like he's doing something right.

Delicate fingers lock his in place, the pressure in his chest lessens.

While that same smile that had been unnoticed for nearly 10 years catches his attention again.

"Lead the way." His voice is low.

The squeeze of pressure around his palm in his wipes his doubts in this, tugging him along the snowy sidewalk.

All the while, your hands never part, holding one another's.

Loosely, gently.

[monbangisland]

PAIN RELIEVER by GF

J-hope Scenario

J-hope x Reader

“Ow” you exclaimed to yourself. You were horribly sore on your neck and shoulders for some reason and you didn’t know exactly why. Everything had been going well at college, your classes were fine and you didn’t seem to find a reason for that much tension on your body. “Ow!” It hurt whenever you moved too quick and even when you didn’t, there was a lingering amount of pain enough to be too uncomfortable. You massaged your neck again for the tenth time today and tried to crack it lightly to see if that would relieve some of the pain, but it was of no use.

After a while, you took some pain killers hoping they would help to keep you at least through the day until you get home to your comfortable bed.

The day passed and it was time to go home, the pain killers had lessen the pain in a small amount enough for you to forget about it during lectures. The drive home was irritating. At six in the evening, there was a huge amount of cars already in traffic making it hard for you to get home fast. You felt how the pain started to arise again on one side of your body and more intensely on your neck, right below your head. You were desperate, there was nothing that you wanted more than getting some sleep on your bed to forget about the uncomfortable feeling on your neck.

Finally you arrived home. His car was parked on one of the two spots they give you at apartment complexes, he must have been back from the studio. Little butterflies floated around your stomach, you hadn’t been able to see him that much at all in a month, so knowing he was home that night made you feel giddy inside.

“Hoseok?!” You screamed after opening the door in a rush.

“Babyyyy!” He called out coming around from the kitchen. He embraced you in a tight hug before kissing your lips. “Ugh, I’ve—-missed you—-too—- much!” He said in between kisses.

“You’re finally home to me! How was the studio? Did you guys got everything you needed to work out?” You asked running your fingers through his hair.

“Yes! I’m so excited about it, you need to listen to everything! You’ll love them!” He said throwing you one of his breathtaking smiles.

“Of course, I will! But first, I need food” you pouted.

“Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t feed my girlfriend with delicious food after not seeing her for a long time?”

“Food?” You grinned

“There’s pizza, hamburgers, pasta and some desserts in the kitchen” he said leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Yes!!!” You exclaimed and rushed to the kitchen.

“And here I thought you had missed me, but the only thing you missed is all the food I always bring for you” he pouted.

“What? Uh yeah yeah, missed you too” You said distracted while looking at all the delicious plates in front of you. He turned around chuckling and started walking towards the living room to continue looking through movies. You reached for the cupboard to get a plate and felt a new wave of pain go from your arm to your neck making you wince.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asked pausing what he was doing to look in your direction.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I burned my finger with the pasta” you said massaging your neck. ‘It’s just a little stress, I need to relax and I’ll be fine’ you thought.

You grabbed your plate and walked to sit in the couch next him. He had chosen a movie and was now enjoying a piece of chocolate cake. He looked happy and it made you smile. It was nice to have him home with you.

You ate your food and watched the movie, moving your head every now and then to ease some of the tension on your shoulder.

“Baby, is there something wrong? You keep moving a lot, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, my shoulder and neck have been playing games on me lately but I’m good” you smiled.

“Are you sure? You should get some rest maybe” he said putting the plates on the coffee table.

“No, no, I’m fine, you’ve been away for so long I don’t want to spoil the evening, I want to spend some time with you”

He was not convinced by what you said but he let it slide. Another movie had began and you were both now laying on the couch with you in between the back of it and him. Your head was resting on his chest and you could feel yourself falling asleep.

You woke up to the movie half way through in need of some water. You tried to sit up but you made a harsh movement with your arm making your shoulder and your neck tense up making you wince.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Your neck again?” He asked sitting up next to you with a concerned look on his face.

You managed to nod while trying to massage the pain away on your neck when you felt his hand grab yours making you follow him, after turning off the tv.

“Where are we going?” You asked confused.

“You can’t be in pain, Y/N, I don’t like seeing you like that. I’ve let it slip too many times now, sit on the bed” he said walking to the bathroom and back to the room, before sitting in the middle of the bed, with a bottle of body oil and lotion. You blinked not sure of what was about to happen.

“Come on, baby” he nodded “I won’t bite... too hard” he smirked.

“Very funny” you said, going to bed and sitting in front of him making him raise an eyebrow.

“Very cute, silly head. Turn around” he said chuckling. You turned around looking at the pillows in front of you, while a sigh left your mouth. “Take your shirt off”

“Uh, what?” You asked looking back at him “Ow” Bad idea.

“Take your shirt off, I won’t do anything, I just want to help, I promise” he said in a soft tone.

You took your shirt off, self-conscious cause he had never seen you like that.

“It’s okay” he said caressing your arm with his thumb as reassurance. He moved closer to you, putting his legs on either side of you making you nervous. You heard him opening the body lotion bottle, squeezing a little bit of it on his palm and then putting it back next to him after closing it. He rubbed his hands together before slowly putting them on your shoulders spreading the lotion. You felt his fingers making slow circular motions on them, a few seconds at a time before relocating to a new position on your neck, making you wince.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry. It is too hard?” He asked stopping. You shook your head “No, it just hurts when pressure is applied on it”

“Have you been under a lot of stress lately, love?” He asked softly, you could hear concern in his voice.

“I don’t know, I had midterms but they were like a week ago and I had some projects due this week, plus a little cold, but nothing I haven’t done before” you said thinking about the past few weeks. You hadn’t realized that you had been missing too much sleep lately with all the projects and you hadn’t let your body heal completely from the cold since there was so much stuff due. You body must have accumulated tension from all of it and it was reacting now.

His hands felt like heaven, you could feel the tension slipping away while he massaged your neck and shoulders. Every now and then, you would wince whenever he touched a soft tensed up point on your neck and you would hear him whisper “I’m sorry” every time. He was so gentle with you, it felt nice to have him close to help you to ease some of the stress. You felt his hands started to move downwards to your lower back and back up again in circular motions. Your back was facing him and you still had your underwear on but it made you blush and shiver, since his touch felt so intimate. You heard him chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” You asked trying to look at him. You felt him put his hands on your waist, his fingertips leaving burning sensations from his touch. As soon as you turned to look at him he brought you closer.

“Am I making you nervous, Y/N” he asked slyly in a whisper.

“N-no” you stuttered while shaking your head slowly. His face was so close to yours. Your eyes wandering to look at his soft lips and then back to eyes again.

“Then why are you stuttering and shivering” he whispered getting his lips closer to yours. His thumbs started rubbing the spot on your waist on each side. His hands moving slowly upwards. His nose caressed yours softly, his lips slightly touching yours in a playful way. You opened your eyes to look at him to find him already looking back at you, there was so much emotion in his eyes, making your heart melt for him.

With a quick soft move, he had turned you around making you sit on his lap getting a little gasp out of you. You bit your lip making him grunt at the sight, when you felt his lips crashing unto yours. It had been too long and you could feel it in the kiss. It was soft, full of longing as if none of you wanted for it to stop. You had missed the feeling of his tender lips on yours. You felt him biting your lower lip lightly making you whimper, only to have him smile in between the kiss. This is exactly what you needed. Him, and only him. He knew how to make you always feel better, make you happy. His hands never left your waist, rubbing it lightly with his fingers. That’s when you remembered you didn’t have a shirt on.

Breaking the kiss you reached for your shirt and held it in front you. He looked at you confused before noticing what you were doing making him chuckle.

“Don’t be shy, baby” he said softly “you’re beautiful, inside and..... outside” he said biting his lower lip while looking through your body gaining a slap on his shoulder from you.

“It’s okay, love” he said chuckling, bring you closer to kiss your forehead “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I’m the luckiest man alive”

He grabbed your shirt and helped you put it on, you blushed at the sweet gesture. “Maybe later” he winked.

“Baby!” You said slapping his shoulder again.

He laughed again and pecked your lips. “Come one feisty baby, you have to get some rest, I don’t want you tired and stressed out, although maybe I’ll be able to massage it away every time” he said with a sly smile on his face.

“Mmmmm..... maybe not” you said pecking his lips and getting off the bed from his lap.

“Party pooper” he pouted.

“Whiny baby” you called out “Come on, you sly man, get ready for bed”

“Aye aye, captain” he said with a salute making you laugh. You were looking through your pajamas trying to choose one, while you heard him walk behind you, putting his arms around your waist.

“I do, hope you feel better, I missed you” he said kissing your neck and walking to the bathroom to get a shower. He left you smiling like an idiot and you realize the pain was gone, you couldn’t be more thankful for this man. He for sure knew how to make a comeback after a long time of not seeing each other. Happiness getting the best of you knowing you had your awesome man next to you again.

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Ain’t a Favor

Summary: Something I wrote on the fly, based on the fact that my horse THREW ME OFF THE OTHER DAY

Not a part of modern!reader or game!reader (with the kid) series. Just a lil bit of fun.

Limping precariously through the woods, you breathed a sigh of relief when the tops of the canvas tents and overhangs appeared in the midst of the green leaves of Clemens Point. Your back was killing you, your arms stung where the dirt grazed it, and your ankle was throbbing within the confines of your boot.

“Who goes there?” you heard John’s voice call out from the brush, him appearing just seconds after, clutching the rifle tight.

“S’me,” you groaned, slightly short of breath. “Relax.”

John’s shoulders eased as he dropped his guard. “Welcome back, Y/N. Was wonderin’ where you were since your horse beat ya here.” His voice was light with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes in response, hobbling faster to enter the clearing of the camp. Bustling as usual, your gaze immediately fell to your horse, who was grazing peacefully amongst her herd.

Stupid mare.

You groaned and headed toward your tent, determined to remove your dusty clothing and take a relaxing bath in the river. While a hot bath would have been the better choice, you weren’t keen on saddling up again to ride out to the next state over. A few others spotted you and asked what happened, you just ignored them and reached out for the tent flap, entering with a huff.

You weren’t expecting to see Arthur sitting on the cot, scribbling something in his journal. Upon your entry he looked up, the smile that crossed his lips immediately replaced with a look of concern.

“The hell happen to ya?” he asked, standing up to face you. His rough hands caressed you gently to inspect the damage.

“I was riding back from Rhodes when Clara spooked at a rattler. Threw me right in the dirt,” You grumbled, gesturing toward the red-tinged black shirt. “Bitch left me and ran right back here.”

You could tell by the way his lip twitched that he was holding in a laugh. As his blue eyes swept across your body, he chuckled. “That all? I was thinkin’ you got into a scuffle with them Lemoyne Raiders again.”

“That’s what I should tell everyone,” you said thoughtfully. “Got the nicks and bangs to prove it.”

“You’re okay though, right?” he asked, his tone more serious. “Nothin’ broken?”

You sighed and shifted your weight, the throbbing in your ankle getting worse. “Hopefully not. Ankle’s hurting something fierce though. Got twisted in the stirrup.”

Wordlessly he gestured for you to sit. You did so, and he briefly dug into his satchel to produce a clean rag and a roll of bandages. He started on your arms first, wiping clean the dirt and gravel that still covered your skin. Though slightly raw, nothing was too deep to require any serious treatment. Next, he carefully lifted your leg and laid it across his knees. Giving you a small glance, he carefully grasped your boot and slid it off. Your sock was to follow, you wincing as the constricting fabric freed the swollen joint.

Arthur sucked air in between his teeth as he observed the damage. This was your first time seeing it as well, not bothering to check initially. Your ankle was twice its normal size, red patterning to blue with early bruising. Though he said nothing, he ghosted his thumb across your skin. You flinched slightly, though held still as he lightly placed his hand under your heel to lift it, using the bandage to wrap it gently. You watched him silently, always so amazed how this rough man could be so soft with you.

He was done within a few minutes, the bandage providing decent stabilization. “Anywhere else, darlin’?” he asked.

“My back…” you responded, turning slightly to unbuckle your gun belt and pointing to your lower back.

“Good thing ya didn’t land on your guns, sweetheart,” Arthur commented. He dug in his satchel once more, producing a bottle that contained what looked like some sort of oil. “Here…”

You faced him again, his hands nimbly unbuttoning the front of your shirt. He tugged the now loosened fabric from your pants. You shrugged it off, your chemise remaining to cover your torso.

“May I?” He asked, his fingers lingering over the sheer fabric. When you nodded, he gripped the hem of it and slowly peeled it off. Nude from the waist up, you were always comfortable to be exposed in Arthur’s presence. He gestured for you to turn, and you shifted yourself to face away from him.

His fingers grazed across your back, light as a feather. He trailed downward, you flinching as he ran over the tender area. He made a low noise, and the sound of the bottle uncorking was soon to follow. You heard the slapping of the viscous liquid on his hands, most likely trying to warm it up. Moments later, his touch returned. Slick with the oil, he smoothed his thumbs over the unhurt muscles first. You didn’t realize how far the ache traveled until he worked out the tension. Though slightly sore, it felt wonderful.

You let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes as he slowly worked on your back, kneading at any extra knots he found along the way. His touch worked evenly down until he was just above the tender area. He was being careful; his hands even lighter now. He must’ve felt you tense in anticipation when he paused. “Easy, Y/N. Can’t help ya if you’re stiff as a board.”

You knew it was going to hurt, of course. You breathed deeply, trying to keep yourself relaxed as best as you could. He continued, gingerly running his palm. You flinched once again, your back arching away from his hand. Landing on the hard-packed earth did more damage than you thought.

“Easy…” he murmured again, his voice as soft and supple as his massage. You slowly relaxed, allowing yourself to curve back to him. His palm rested against you, unmoving. Though the oil was warm, it felt cool and almost soothing to you. “There you go.”

His hand circled the spot, so light that it almost tickled. The circles turned into spirals, bigger and wider, before starting in the center again. Each time he placed a little bit more pressure. The pain lessened with each pass, though the light pressure against it felt so good.

He worked on you with ease, always careful not to be too heavy-handed. It almost felt as if he were tracing patterns into your skin. The ache was soon ebbing away, and your body was able to relax.

You hadn’t realized how much you leaned back until your shoulders hit his broad chest. He didn’t seem to mind though, his hands leaving your back to take place on your arms. He was careful to avoid the scrapes that decorated your forearms, instead rubbing soothing circles from your shoulders down to your elbows.

Smiling, you closed your eyes once again. Once upon a time, you wouldn’t have thought this gruff outlaw could be so caring and gentle with you. However, he always treated you like a Queen when you were injured or sick, doting on you and making sure you were comfortable despite your protests. You learned to accept it, only on the condition that you could do the same to him. Reluctant at first, your persuasive argument finally allowed him to agree.

Your eyes opened when a fingertip brushed over your nipple. It was a quick feeling, perhaps it was by accident. Though he did it again, his thumb circling the now puckered knob.

“Arthur?” You questioned, peering up at him.

He only smiled, lightly pinching your nipple. You sucked in a breath, a rush of warmth cascading down your body. “Wh-” You began, stuttering as he squeezed your breast. “What are you doing?”

He gently shushed you, his other hand trailing down your stomach. He paused just at the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning them with ease. His hand slid beneath the cotton of your undergarment. Slick fingers parted your folds, soon finding their target. He rubbed you slowly, circling your center. A shudder rippled through your body, pursing your lips to hold back a moan.

His pace quickened, increasing the waves of pleasure that already overlook your body. The one hand that remained on your breast still played with your nipple. He kissed along your neck, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his lips. You moaned his name, your hand grasping at his arm. Every part of you tingled, melting from his touch.

Though silent, he continued to ravage you with his lips. Fingers soon leaving your bud to toy with your entrance, smoothly sliding one finger in. He dragged against your sweet spot, your hips bucking up in response. You whined, your hand leaving his arm and soon becoming a tangled mess in his sandy locks.

A second finger joined, providing a slight stretch that enhanced your pleasure. You struggled to keep your voice low, chewing on your bottom lip to control yourself. “Arthur…” you mewled. “Oh, God…”

His thumb smoothed against your bud again, hand working magic that would melt you in his grasp every time. Somehow he held you still, preventing you from becoming a writhing mess on the cot. Your hips trembled, your toes curled, you gripped his hair hard, promptly pulling him into a kiss that he did not protest. Deep and passionate, your hot breaths mixing as his efforts weren’t hindered.

Your skin tingled as his calloused hand roved your chest, toying with your other breast. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, leaving no sensitive spot on you untouched. The familiar fire deep within you began to build, a steady climb that made its presence in a small gasp.

He pulled back after a moment, his breathing slightly ragged to match your own. He stared into your eyes, whispering to you, “Are you close?”

You nodded silently, too flustered to speak.

“Let me feel it.” He rumbled, the rough, dominating drawl in his voice sent a fresh surge through you.

It didn’t take much longer, your peak arriving almost explosively as your hips snapped up. You moaned his name one final time, breathless and soft. Pleasure cascaded through your belly, expelling itself onto Arthur’s hand. As your heart calmed, he slid his fingers out, teasingly running his fingertips along your pulsing clit as he did so. You shuddered, whining at the overstimulation as he cupped your cheek. You could feel your own slick on his fingers, thick with the remaining oil.

“Good girl,” he praised, kissing you softly. “How do ya feel?”

You rolled your shoulders, the fatigue that plagued them was nothing compared to how you felt earlier. Yet, the pain was mostly gone. “A lot better…” you sighed in relief, sitting up and turning to face him again. You were perched on your knees, smiling sweetly at him, your eyes grazing over the bulge in his pants that didn’t go unnoticed earlier. “May I return the favor?”

“You were the one that got thrown off, sweetheart,” he pointed out, although couldn’t hide the smirk that painted his lips. “Ain’t a favor that needs returnin’.”

“Arthur, we did say it would be mutual,” you reminded him, reaching out to palm him. “How else am I gonna take care of my sweet, strong man?”

He groaned lightly in response, although gave no intention of protesting.

[theemightypen]

Awful first meeting & hairbrushing/braid - Eothiriel?

per usual, this ran away with me so SORRY FOLKS

–

Dol Amroth is known for its sea views, yes, but Lothiriel has always had a soft spot for its rivers.

Growing up the sole girl-child in a house full of men, she is perhaps not the most…lady-like of Gondorian noblewomen. She much prefers a horse-back ride–none of that side-saddle nonsense, thank you very much, Aunt Ivriniel–to a leisurely stroll through the city, a rowdy day spent racing on skiffs with her brothers to Ada’s friends pleasure cruises, and Valar knows there’s nothing quite as satisfying as a quick, refreshing dip in one of the cool rivers of the Belfalas instead of a constrained bath in her rooms. So yes, she quite likes the rivers and all the freedom they afford her. To escape the pressures of being a princess, to escape the responsibilities of being a sister, to forget she is “the only trueborn Lady of Dol Amroth”–if only for a moment. 

She may not have fought in the War of the Ring with arms, but she has fought her own battles. Helping to keep the Coast defended in her father and brothers’ absence, keeping her people fed, trying against all good sense to keep her own spirits up–

Well. It is past, now, and she can enjoy the quiet trickle of the water and the warmth of the sun on her skin. Aunt Ivriniel would be appalled at both Lothiriel’s casual riding attire and the fact that she has abandoned said riding attire in favor of her shift, but she cannot bring herself to care, at present. Besides, she’s chosen a part of the river she knows well–removed from the more traveled paths, but shallow enough that she need not fear drowning should she fully submerge herself. 

Which she does, sighing blissfully as the cool water flows over her. The sky is blue, the leaves summer’s beautiful green, and she is alone for once, with only dear Niprehdil for company. Her horse, at least, cannot pester her with questions about the upcoming feast. 

“It is a lovely day, isn’t it?” Lothiriel asks, swimming back towards the bank and settling on the cleanest rock she can find to slowly dry off. 

Niprehdil nickers softly in response. Smiling, Lothiriel sets about combing her hair–it will tangle horribly if she does not, and the last thing she needs to do is give her aunt another reason to scold her in front of “their” guests. As if the running of the household has not been firmly in her hands for the past three years! Besides, no one save her family knows about her habit of swimming in the river–

The sudden crunch of a branch being stepped on makes her stop her combing. The sudden appearance of a man–blonde haired, bearded, and shirtless–makes her freeze. 

Muffling a surprised squeak, she rolls off the boulder, intending to crouch behind it until he goes away. Oh, why was he here? No one has ever, ever happened upon her before, not in all the years she’s been coming for her swims. This bend of the river was hers!

Slowly, she raises up on her toes to peer at the intruder. His hair gives away his heritage: one of the Rohirrim has found her sanctuary. Too late she remembers that their encampment is situated in the nearby clearing. She has met a few Rohirric soldiers before, in Ithillien visiting Faramir, but this man is unlike the rest. His height is extraordinary, even from this distance, and his shoulders are no unhappy sight either. The thought makes her blush. Aunt Ivriniel really would have cause to scold her, this time.

A whinny precariously close to her ear makes her jump; Niprhedil, having clearly sensed her distress, has ambled over to inspect her sudden descent from the rock.

“No, no, no,” Lothiriel hisses, running a hand over Niprhedil’s snout, “I am fine, go back to your grass–”

“Who goes there?”

Oh, Valar, she thinks, squeezing her eyes shut.

“I can see your horse,” comes the voice again. 

Cursing herself, rivers, and nosy Rohirrim in general, Lothiriel forces herself to stand, pressing closer to the rock so that her state of undress is not readily visible. “Good afternoon,” she says, attempting politeness.

The man’s eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline. “….good afternoon.”

They look at each other in near painful silence, long enough that she is able to take stock of 3 things: that he seems to show no sign of retreating to another spot along the river, that he has a hairbrush of his own in his hand, and that he is horribly, distressingly handsome. 

“I–”

“Are you lost?” He asks before she can speak.

Lothiriel’s brow furrows. “Lost?”

“Aye. For I cannot fathom why else a lady would choose to venture out alone” 

Oh, Valar. If he discovers who she is, it will be an utter disaster! Lothiriel likes her soon-to-be cousin very much, and cannot bear the thought of Eowyn thinking poorly of her. Which she surely shall, should this man report back She opens her mouth, intending to…to.to lie, to tell a half-truth, to do something, but what comes out instead is: 

“And how do you know I am a lady?” 

The man’s stern expression morphs into something wry. It does nothing to lessen his appeal. “Well, you do have the look of one.” 

Lothiriel looks down at herself–she is mostly hidden by the rock, it’s true, but her shift is hardly what would pass for appropriate attire for any Gondorian noblewoman, especially when in the presence of a man.

“You must not know many ladies, then,” she says before she can stop herself.

The man snorts. “So you are not a lady, then? Or at least not a lost one.”

“I am not lost,” she admits, “and as to being a lady, I fail to see how that is your business.” 

“You are certainly a noblewoman. And a foolish one, at that, to go off unaccompanied.”

Lothiriel bristles. “I have been exploring these woods since I was a child. I need no guide, no chaperone, no–”

“Clothes, apparently.”

“I have clothes! They are just–” She flaps a hand in their direction, where she left them neatly folded on top of her satchel. “….over there.”

The man snorts again and Lothiriel decides he is not truly that handsome. How could he be, and be so rude!

“You are lucky indeed, my lady, both that I have a younger sister and am accustomed to the mischief young women can get up to, and that I am only here to wash my hair. What would you have done if I were a thief? Or a lingering soldier from Harad? Or some other man who meant you harm?”

She scowls at him. “I am not so defenseless as you think!”

“Oh? Pray tell how a young woman of noble birth, alone save her horse, without clothes, would defend herself from harm.” 

Years of prodding and teasing from her brothers has made Lothiriel slightly prone to impulsive acts, and that’s what has her flinging her hairbrush at him. Its heavy oak handle catches him in the temple. She only has a moment to see the surprised look on his face morph into one of pain before he stumbles back into the river with a mighty splash. Lothiriel feels a brief surge of triumph before it becomes clear her victim is not resurfacing.

“Oh, Elbereth!” She cries, darting towards the water as quickly as she can. It is not so deep and the current is hardly strong here, but her unexpected attack has clearly left him stunned. Irritating as he may be, she scarcely wishes drowning on the man. She dives in, the water making the burden of his weight a much easier thing than it would be on land.

He splutters back into consciousness once she’s hefted him onto the bank.

“I am sorry!” Lothiriel cries. “Really, I did not mean–I’d forgotten the handle was so heavy, I never meant to make you fall in–”

A rumble of laughter stops her panicked apology. She can only gape at him as he rolls over to lie on his back, shoulders shaking with the force of his amusement.

“…my lord? Are you …are you quite well?” 

“I stand corrected,” he finally manages once his laughter has stopped. “You are adequately armed, my lady.” 

That startles a laugh out of her. “I will be sure to keep a case of them on hand at the next feast. If I am accosted by a boring or pushy lord, I will have my hairbrush at the ready!”

The man snorts again, turning his face towards her with a wide smile. She smiles back, feeling much more inclined to deem him handsome anew, with his dark eyes softened by good humor and the corners of his mouth curved upward, and–

And still completely bare-chested. 

His eyes dart down and back up again, and Lothiriel blinks, confused, as his face floods with color. “My lady, while I am grateful for the rescue, I think it best if you return to your rock.” 

The reason is rapidly apparent: she is still in her shift–her completely soaked through shift–that is now clinging very, very improperly to her skin. 

“O-oh, yes, of course” Lothiriel stutters, leaping to her feet and moving away from him, “I-I had really better head back regardless, I know my aunt will be looking for me soon. You…you will be alright, my lord?”

“As long as there are no other hairbrush-wielding noblewomen to be found in these woods,” comes his wry response, “I suspect I will be fine.”

“Good!” She cries, yanking her dress on over her head–it will be soaked through by the shift, but there is nothing for it now. “A pleasant day to you, my lord!”

Niprhedil mercifully allows her to clamor into her saddle without complaint. By the time she is settled, the mystery Rohir is standing and watching her with obvious amusement. 

“Good day, my lord!”

“So you’ve said already.” 

Unable to help herself, she sticks her tongue out at him, earning another deep laugh. Blushing and thanking the Valar she’s been able to extract herself without revealing her identity, she tugs gently on Niprhedil’s reins, turning her towards home.

“So am I never to know the name of my rescuer?” Comes the Rohir’s voice again. 

Lothiriel’s flush deepens and she throws him a glare over her shoulder. Surely he has guessed that to do so could be damning, certainly for her, and mayhaps even for him!

“There is a higher chance of you falling in that river again than me giving you my name, my lord. This is farewell, truly.”

She thinks she catches a flash of disappointment in his expression before she presses her heels against her mare’s side and rides off.

–

“You are very distracted this evening, brother.”

Eomer winces as Faramir steps up beside him, looking far too smug and knowing in the flickering candle-light of Imrahil’s hall. He likes his almost brother-in-law, but he likes less the man’s damnable ability to read people so well. 

“Perhaps I am simply unaccustomed to you Gondorians’ idea of an evening well spent.”

“Hm,” murmurs Faramir, “I suppose that could be true.”

Minutely, Eomer relaxes. Perhaps the Steward’s famed powers of perception have been addled by the flow of fine Dol Amrothan wine and Eowyn’s presence?

“But I think there is another cause.”

“He met a mystery lady in the woods today,” chimes in Eothain, nudging Eomer’s shoulder as he does so. “Hasn’t been able to think of anything else since.” 

“Eothain,” he hisses, annoyed and mortified all at once. Annoyed, because his captain should know better than to say such things in front of Farami. Mortified, because it’s true. 

“Oh?” Says Aragorn, appearing from seemingly nowhere at the worst possible moment.  “Did I hear something about a mysterious lady?”

“Just so, sire,” Faramir confirms. “And in the woods, no less.” 

There is something worrisome in Faramir’s tone. 

“Rather an odd place to meet a lady, Eomer.”

“I did not intend to meet anyone. I only wanted to wash my hair before tonight’s…festivities–”

“On Eowyn’s orders, no doubt–”

“Yes,” Eomer begrudgingly admits. “She told me I was under no circumstances to smell of horse in Imrahil’s ballroom.”

“A wise woman, your sister.”

“The wisest,” agrees Faramir.

“You,” Eomer says, pointing a finger at Aragorn, “are meddling, and you,” a jab in Faramir’s direction, “are biased.” 

Faramir shrugs while Aragorn grins. 

“Come now, Eomer, tell them about your lady! One of them is bound to know her–”

Which is precisely why he hadn’t said anything in the first place. What if she was no lady? Or worse, what if she was already someone else’s lady, which would make his cursed, illogical fixation on her even less appropriate? But Bema help him, when was the last time a woman had surprised him like that? Made him laugh so easily? Before the War, most likely, and certainly before the Kingship that has made him such a prize for Gondorian and Rohirric noblewomen alike. Besides, if she had wanted him to find her, she would have given him her name, instead of riding off in a righteous–and infuriatingly attractive–fury. 

“I have not been to Dol Amroth in many years,” Aragorn says, pulling him from his thoughts. “And am likely to be of little help in your search for her.”

Eothain turns hopeful eyes on Faramir, whose expression is far too contrived to be truly innocent.

“I may not know many ladies of the area,” he admits, “but my cousin might be of more use to you.” 

Eomer cannot help but arch an eyebrow at that; Elphir, many years married, has eyes only for his own wife. Erchirion’s great love is the sea, and Amrothos knows far too many ladies to be a trustworthy source.

“I do not mean any disrespect to your cousins,” Eomer says, “but I cannot see Elphir, Erchirion, or Amrothos being acquainted with such a lady.”

“You might be surprised. As it is, I wasn’t referring to them.” 

“You have another cousin?” Asks Eothain. “Bema, just how many children does Imrahil have?”

“Four. The three boys and a single daughter.” 

Eomer’s brow furrows. Yes, he does think he remembers Imrahil mentioning a daughter, at some point between Pelennor and Morannon. The week remains a blur, even now, and it’s not a time he particularly likes to dwell on–no matter how grateful he is for the Prince of Dol Amroth’s friendship and Eowyn’s miraculous recovery. 

“She’s here somewhere,” Faramir murmurs, before his face splits into a wide smile. “Ah. Found her. Lothiriel!”

A tendril of worry slides abruptly and unpleasantly into Eomer’s stomach. For the back of Faramir’s cousin’s head is worryingly familiar: long, dark waves of hair, raven-sheened in the candles’ glow, tumble down her back. 

And then she turns, clearly searching for the source of her name and Eomer nearly chokes. For she–Lothiriel, Faramir’s cousin Lothiriel, Imrahil’s daughter Lothiriel–is the hairbrush wielding lady from the river. 

She drifts over, so focused on her cousin that she seems not to notice him, saying, “You called, Faramir?”

“I did. It seems Eomer King needs assistance in locating a lady I think you know very well.”

Her brow furrows in the same adorable way it had earlier, when he’d accused her of being lost, and then she turns sharp, dark eyes on him and–

“Oh, no,” she moans. “You are Eomer King?”

Aragorn and Eothain burst into laughter while Faramir’s smile sharpens into something nearly predatory. “He is, Loth. Won’t you be a good hostess and introduce him properly to the lady of the river?”

Blushing to the roots of her hair, she drops into a quick curtsy. “I–hello again, my lord.” 

“Hello,” he says, grinning despite the own warmth he feels in his face, “I am glad I did not have to go for another swim to learn your name, Lady Lothiriel.”

–

(Months later, the betrothal of Lothiriel of Dol Amroth to Eomer King goes smoothly, until–

“I cannot say how grateful I am to you for allowing me to visit your home, Imrahil,” Eomer says, ignoring the sharp pinch of his fiance’s fingers at the insde of his elbow. 

“It did seem to suit you, on your last visit,” Imrahil says benignly, similarly ignoring the glare his daughter gives you. “The sea air has that effect on people, I’ve found.” 

“The sea is lovely,” Eomer agrees, unable to keep from smirking as Lothiriel blushes beside him, “but I myself have always preferred rivers.” 

From behind them, there is a sudden gasp and then a cry of “Lady Ivriniel!” 

“Oh, Valar, she’s fainted again,” grumbles Amrothos. “We’re always telling her she needs to wear less layers in the summer months–”

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Lothiriel squeaks. “Too many layers.”

“Too many layers indeed,” agrees Eomer, with a kiss to her knuckles. 

She hits him with a hairbrush for the second time that night. Eomer can’t say he truly minds.)

[stellalux-universe]

Shout At The Devil

NOTES: 

WOW- This took forever, I'm absolute trash!

Sorry about that!

Just a little warning, this chapter is basically all porn, barely any plot but I promise that will come back in the next chapter! For now, enjoy some hastily written demonic fuckery. SO NSFW AF.

~Hope you enjoy~

Chapter 2: This Deadly Sin Is All We Know

Nikki feels like he’s floating.

His mind is completely hazy, eyes hooded as he stares down at the creature on his knees in front of him, shivering when he feels the sharp edge of claws trailing down the bare skin of his hips to his jeans. 

His shirt lays in tatters on the floor and distantly he wonders when the hell that happened but that is completely unimportant when the being before him leans forward, presses his lips against his cock through the material of his pants and sucks, nuzzling his nose into his crotch and makes the most appealing needy moan.

Nikki is dreaming, he has to be dreaming. He fell into a liquor induced slumber on his desk and looking through that book on witchcraft has given him this crazy vivid wet dream. That’s the only explanation his mind can think up for what’s happening right now.

The sensation of his button being undone and his zipper being pulled down has him sighing in relief as the pressure on his cock is lessened but he groans when the creature is immediately licking a long stripe up his length before he could even get his pants all the way to the floor. He’s nearly completely hard already and the way the being latches on to the head of his cock and immediately starts suckling while whining high in his throat only serves to make him harder. Nikki has the vague thought run through his head that he should slow this down and figure out what the fuck is going on but then the creature is sinking his mouth all the way down his length, red lips stretched around his girth and throat closing around him as he swallows and Nikki decides ‘fuck it’, if this is a dream, he’s just going to go with it.

Nikki’s hands fly to the creature’s long curls, gripping the strands harshly and hips hitching forward to thrust his cock further into that incredibly warm mouth, groaning out when he takes it easily, tongue rubbing against the underside and moans causing vibrations to shoot electric pleasure through his body, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

The being backs off of his cock slowly, impishly giving the head a little kitten lick before giggling, “He has nothing to do with this baby, you can call me Tommy.”

Nikki blinks away the fog that’s settled over his brain now that Tommy has pulled away from his cock and stares down at the being kneeling in front of him. The light from the fire is making his skin glow, his long slender back arched and Nikki can see his tail whipping back and forth behind him. The bassist uses the grip he has on the inky waves of Tommy’s hair, barely aware of what he’s doing, to tilt his head back, eyes lingering on the brightness of his big brown eyes and how swollen and spit-slicked his lips are.

“What in the hell are you?” Nikki just manages to get the question out, torn between wanting more information and wanting to force himself back into Tommy’s mouth.

More laughter is escaping from those delicious lips, the creature’s eyes wickedly amused as he looks up at Nikki from below his lashes and the fringe of his bangs, “Why don’t you take a guess? You’re pretty close with the ‘hell’ part.”

Nikki takes a second to consider, taking in the pointed black tail, the small horns that he can feel are real beneath his hand, the claws he had felt on his hips and the small fangs peeking out from Tommy’s lip as he smiles mirthfully up at him. Apparently he’s taking too long in his contemplation, however, as Tommy leans forward in his slackened grip, clawed hands rubbing up Nikki’s thighs as he starts lapping at his cock again, pink tongue firmly stroking up and down his length and sending shivers up his spine.

“Fuck. Okay, umm… shit,” Nikki tries to keep his thought process together, hand tightening in Tommy’s hair again but keeping him close to his crotch, physically unable to push him away and mentally unwilling to, “I was fucking around with, with that book on w-witch craft, fuck, so you’re probably some sort of, some sort of fucking demon.”

As soon as he says it, he knows he’s right. He fell asleep on his desk after too much Jack and the book is influencing him to have a wet dream about a damn demon.

“Ding ding ding, give the man a prize.” Tommy replies teasingly, “Now, no more talking please, you’re a lot hotter than most of the mortals that summon me and I am fucking starving.”

Nikki is about to ask him what the fuck that even means but all that escapes him is a low, guttural moan as Tommy sinks his mouth back down onto his cock, suddenly deep throating him out of nowhere and Nikki can’t hold himself back from thrusting further down his throat, feeling it close around him as Tommy swallows. The demon doesn’t gag, and that alone sends heat rushing through Nikki’s body, but there’s saliva escaping from the sides of his mouth where his lips are stretched wide around him. It’s such a beautifully obscene picture, and the sounds of slurping and sucking mixed with Tommy’s whines are hotter than anything Nikki has ever heard.

Demon or not, dream or not, this is the best head he’s ever gotten and he quickly decides to stop overanalyzing the situation and just enjoy it. After all, if it’s a dream he could wake up at any second and he wasn’t going to chance that.

With that thought in mind Nikki sinks his other hand into the demon’s hair and forces him to stop the bobbing motion of his head, keeping him still, and starts shallowly thrusting into Tommy’s warm mouth. The moan that the demon lets out at the treatment travels through Nikki’s dick and through his body even as it reverberates through his mind and when Nikki looks down from where he had thrown his head back in pleasure, he catches how the demon’s gaze seem to be glowing. The faint redness emanating from those brown doe eyes doesn’t look menacing to Nikki now though, they look challenging as Tommy lets his mouth go slack and Nikki has never been one to back away from a challenge so he starts thrusting in earnest, fucking into the demon’s mouth at a much quicker pace.

Nikki soon loses himself in the feeling of that wet, warm mouth. Tommy is flicking his tongue up against his cock every time Nikki thrusts in, cheeks red from the exertion and hollowed as he applies the perfect amount of suction to send him reeling. He can feel his lower abdomen tightening as the pleasure builds, the sensation akin to a string being pulled tight and he grunts when he feels Tommy’s clawed hands digging into his hips, breaking the skin. The feeling of sharp pain against the hot pleasure of his throat and tongue has him pushing down into the demon’s mouth, hands keeping him in place as he comes with a strangled groan, the force of his orgasm nearly whiting out his vision as ecstasy rocks through his body, prolonged as he watches Tommy suck enthusiastically and moan as he swallows down Nikki’s release.

The bassist stumbles back on unsteady legs to sit on the edge of the bed and the whine that Tommy releases when his cock slides free of his mouth makes Nikki shake his head in disbelief. He’s still staring at Tommy, the demon still on his knees as he raises a hand to wipe at the cum on the sides of his mouth before promptly licking it off of his fingers and it’s so damn sexy it has Nikki groaning.

He feels a dull throb of pain and he’s shocked when he looks down. Not at the sight of blood that’s blossomed to the surface of the shallow cuts on his hips, but at the fact that he’s still hard. He knows it has to be because of the dream, because while he’s no one-trick pony, it would still take him a couple minutes at least to get it back up after an orgasm like that. Yet, here he was, ready for more and when he looks back up, Tommy is standing there, completely naked and looking at him like a damn predator regarding his prey.

Which is why he’s not at all surprised when the demon launches himself at him, arms closing around Nikki’s neck and lips crashing against his as they roll towards the center of the bed until Tommy pins him down, straddled across his lap and sucking on his tongue like he had been sucking on his cock not two minutes ago.

Tommy grinds down against him and Nikki curses under his breath at the friction of the demon’s hard cock against his own, Tommy grinning against his lips, “You won’t go soft with me for a while Nikki Sixx, not until I’ve had my fill of you.”

Nikki’s hands fly up to the demon’s hips, dragging him down harder and grinning himself at the whorish moan Tommy lets out, “Sounds good to me babe, do your worst.”

Tommy throws his head back and laughs gleefully, shifting his hips up so the next time he rolls them down Nikki’s cock slides between his ass cheeks and the bassist feels surprise move through him along with pleasure when he finds the way completely slick.

“You tasted so good Nikki, fed me so well, think you can fuck me just as good?” The demon’s voice is breathy as he stares down at Nikki through glowing hooded eyes, hips never stopping their maddening rhythm against him and the bassist feels his hands moving automatically to spread over Tommy’s ass and squeeze, fingers slipping to rub at his slick entrance.

Tommy makes this pretty little mewling sound, arching his back to press closer to Nikki’s fingers and grinning at the awestruck expression on Nikki’s face, leaning forward to nip at his lower lip with a fang, “I’m so wet for you Nikki, I’ve never gotten this wet this fast for anyone else, not in centuries, I’m so fucking easy for you.”

Nikki curses low under his breath, wondering briefly if Tommy being able to get wet is a demon thing or a dream thing before deciding that it really just didn’t matter at the moment. He tightens his grip on the demon’s hips and goes to twist his body to try and get him beneath him but Tommy plants his hands on Nikki’s chest and holds him down easily, bending over to press a kiss to Nikki’s cheek  and whisper in his ear, “Stay down Nikki.”

The growl that rumbles through Nikki’s chest surprises him and even the demon is leaning back up and looking down at him with wide eyes, impish smile spreading over his face as he reaches behind him to grasp Nikki’s cock.

“You wanna fuck me Nikki? Want to hold me down and dominate me until I’m screaming for you? That what you want human?” Tommy asks as he lifts himself onto his knees and rubs Nikki’s cock against his entrance, whimpering himself at the feeling even as he teases the man underneath him. Nikki groans at the minimal contact, hands moving to squeeze at the cheeks of Tommy’s ass again.

“Fuck yes babe, come on, let me fuck you. I’ll make it so good for you, give it to you so good, just let me…” Nikki speaks without even thinking about it, not even caring that he’s basically begging at this point. He’s so heated, desire coursing through him in dizzying wave after dizzying wave and he tries to use his grip on Tommy’s ass to pull him down onto his cock but the demon is stronger than he is and resists Nikki’s attempt without much effort.

The demon’s eyes flash red again for a second and Nikki knows that he’s fucked when that and the warning hiss from between Tommy’s teeth only send more excitement surging through him.

Tommy lets go of his cock, grabbing both of his hands with his own and forcing them above Nikki’s head, manipulating his fingers to curl into fisting the sheets, leaning against Nikki’s chest to bite into his bottom lip again. The nip is harsher this time and the sharp prick of pain that hits him as the fragile skin breaks under one of the demon’s fangs sends pleasure racing down his spine and makes his hips hitch up.

The demons moans as he licks at the small drops of blood painting Nikki’s injured lip before speaking again, “I’ll make you a deal human, stay just like this while I ride you to another orgasm. If you’re a good boy and don’t move your hands, I’ll let you put me on my back and fuck me any way you want. Sound good?”

Nikki can only nod, willing to do anything if it meant getting inside of the demon on top of him. Something about the startlingly different dynamic when compared to his other sexual encounters is turning him on more than he has ever been. Every other person that he has ever fucked has been willing to do whatever he wants, submitting to his control without any effort on his part. He’s always been the dominate one during sex and he still feels the urge to roll them over and get Tommy docile and moaning underneath him but the way the demon is holding him down, the way he’s giving Nikki no power, forcing him to take whatever Tommy is willing to give and no more, is hotter than any other straight out fuck he’s ever had.

The demon giggles, pecking Nikki on the lips before sitting up straight and grabbing Nikki’s cock again, holding it still as he presses it against his wet opening, pushing his hips down with an obscene moan when the head slides into him, “R-remember, no moving your hands Nikki.”

Nikki is panting already, knuckles white as he tries his best to resist moving his hands, wanting nothing more than to grip Tommy’s hips and force him down faster. The wet, tight, heat that’s wrapped around the head of his cock is mind blowing and it only gets better as the demon slowly lowers himself further down, whimpering and whining on top of him as he takes Nikki’s cock inch by inch.  

As soon Tommy’s ass is settled fully into his lap, Nikki’s length completely inside of him, he’s moaning out Nikki’s name lustfully, head tilted back with his long curly hair cascading over his shoulders, eyes hooded and licking his lips as he stares down at him. Nikki could almost come from the image alone, the demon panting just from being impaled on his cock sexier than anything Nikki has ever seen and if that doesn’t tempt him then the heat of his entrance certainly would do it. He’s hotter inside than Nikki has ever experienced and it makes him throb with the desire to move.

Thankfully, Nikki doesn’t need to beg for that too. Tommy reaches back to prop himself up with his hands on Nikki’s thighs behind him and starts rolling his hips, moans slipping out of his lips with every thrust down onto Nikki’s cock and the feeling of the demon’s tight warm walls constricting around him has him releasing a hissed out ‘fuck’.

Tommy keens high in his throat, lifting himself up and dropping back down hard, grinding when Nikki bottoms out, setting a fast and harsh pace, eyes closed in bliss and moaning as he fucks himself on Nikki’s length.

Nikki groans loudly at how incredible he feels, he’s straining against the desire to reach up and touch the demon bouncing himself in his lap, fingers cramping from how hard he’s holding on to the sheets, muscles of his arms flexed. He would throw his head back at the pleasure but he just can’t take his eyes off of Tommy as he moves, hips rocking and mouth slack as he whines. The bassist feels himself giving a low guttural moan as Tommy shifts in his lap and clenches around him tightly. He’s never been this loud during sex before but fuck, the demon is just so good.

Tommy flashes him a sultry smile as he pants, leaning down and bracing himself on Nikki’s chest as he forces himself down again and again, “Does that feel good baby? You’re so big inside of me, Nik, filling me up so well. Being such a good boy for me, staying so still when I know you want to move, don’t you babe?”

Nikki does throw his head back then, teeth clenched as he growls and hips thrusting up without his control. Tommy gives a short little yelp as the motion sends Nikki’s cock into him deeper and Nikki feels smug as the sound reverberates in his ears for all of two seconds because Tommy is looking down at him then, brown eyes molten and tinged red as he plants both hands flat against Nikki’s chest and starts working himself on Nikki’s length even harder.

“I thought I told you to s-stay still human, looks like you lost.” The demon manages to whine the words out in between obscene moans and mewls, but his eyes narrow when Nikki gives his own breathless laugh and bucks his hips up again to hear another startled yell.

“You said to not move my arms doll, you d-didn’t say a fucking thing about my hips.” Nikki grins wickedly as he plants his feet against the mattress and continues thrusting up into the demon on top of him. Tommy’s cheeks and shoulders are flushing then, high pitched keens spilling from his reddened lips and Nikki can tell that he wants to respond so he throws his hips up sharply and quickly, whatever retort the demon had planned lost in a shrill scream and Nikki groans as Tommy tightens around him reflexively.

Sharp pain suddenly blossoms across his chest and distantly Nikki knows that Tommy is digging his claws into his skin but he can’t seem to focus on anything other than the feeling of the demon’s entrance clenching around his cock, the way he’s rocking his hips at an almost inhuman pace, how his gasping moans are getting higher and higher in pitch and his thighs are shaking around Nikki’s hips.

Nikki grunts as Tommy pitches himself down harder, throwing his hips up in response, cursing when he feels the demon’s claws scratch down his chest and groaning, “You gonna come baby, gonna come from riding my cock so good? You feel like you’re gonna come babe, getting so fucking tight around me.”

Tommy’s eyes are so dark but they’re wide like he’s in shock as he pants open mouthed and whines at every harsh thrust inside of him. Nikki is dying to grab him, to grip his hips or pull his hair or jerk him off just to see if he can get him screaming but he knows the moment he moves his arms, he’ll lose and he can kiss that chance goodbye. Their deal was the only way Nikki is going to be able to roll this beauty over and fuck him like he’s dying to. He’s so close too, can feel his stomach tightening as his second orgasm creeps up on him and with their deal and the desire to see Tommy come from just his cock inside of him in mind, Nikki is shoving his hips up so hard and fast that they start to ache from the weight of Tommy bouncing back down on him.

Tommy’s eyes roll back and suddenly the demon is scrambling for purchase, digging his nails in again and snapping his fangs down into Nikki’s shoulder to muffle the loud noises escaping him as his orgasm hits him and that feeling of his sharp fangs sinking into his skin and his hole convulsing around his cock has Nikki coming with just as much heart stopping pleasure as the first time.

As soon as the daze from his orgasm has cleared, Nikki is releasing the hold he has on the sheets and shooting his hands out to grip roughly at the demon’s hips, rolling them over and inwardly marveling as he looks down at Tommy underneath him, at the wild curly hair spread across Nikki’s sheets, shocked expression in those pretty, fiery, brown eyes  and mouth open as little whimpering noises leave his lips. Nikki is a little bereft at the thought of this being a dream, of waking up and having to face that this creature wasn’t real, but for now, Nikki is still hard and buried deep inside of his lover and he’s determined to make Tommy scream for him.

He leans down to press a kiss to the demon’s slack mouth, his own lips sore from the puncture wound but the small ache is so good, “My turn babe.”

And with that he’s snapping his hips as viciously as he can, hissing when he feels Tommy’s claws come up to sink into his back to hold on for purchase as Nikki doesn’t let up the pace, even for a second. He’s never been able to go this hard with anyone before and it’s addicting as soon as he lets himself go, Tommy arching his back and taking it with absolute relish, his own hips rolling up against the onslaught and absolutely babbling pure filth in between heady moans and short screams of Nikki’s name.

Nikki doesn’t know how long he spends fucking Tommy, everything starts getting hazy around the fourth orgasm when he’s pounding into the demon from behind, Tommy’s claws ripping holes in his sheets and his own grip on the demon’s tail to pull him back onto his cock before Tommy is coming again and pulling off of him to pin him against the mattress and suck him back down into his mouth.

The bassist feels his vision start to fade in and out then, body suddenly like lead and mind dazed and when he comes this time, he finally blacks out.

[zombiesbecrazy]

harder and harder to breathe

Summary:  The rock hit the ground and instead of just landing normally like it should, it disintegrated into a puff of dust, filling the air and swirling around. Brown and tan and green dirt particles surround them for mere seconds before everything settled down again back into the cave floor.

AO3

“How do you clean your suit?” Clark asked casually has he carefully navigated the narrow pathway. Deep in some caves of Kentucky, the trail was threatening to give way at any wrong step, and sure, he could fly, but Clark was going to try and avoid it if possible because no one wanted an accidental cave in. “Nothing sticks to my cape so I don’t have to worry about that. I toss my suit in the washing machine with the brights, but you can’t do that with the armor or tech. Do you polish it?”

The trail that they had been following down the path, the glowing purple blood, had been spilling from the interdimensional worm beast that had slithered away, stopped suddenly and there was a hum in the air that Clark always seemed to hear after a portal had been opened.

The creature had jumped dimensions again, for the third time that they knew of this week. Maybe it would stay away now that it had been injured. Probably not though. It would probably be mad and bring back some friends for revenge.

He hoped it wouldn’t happen on Wednesday; he and Lois had dinner reservations that he didn’t want to miss.

“Why are you so interested in how my suit is maintained?” Bruce was busy inspecting where the blood had stopped, filtering through the spectrum lenses in his cowl in attempt to verify that the creature had indeed left and not done something else like turn invisible.

“I don’t know. It was a long walk and I think about a lot of things.” Bruce pointed at a large rock and Clark picked it up for him so that he could examine underneath, looking for any evidence that could help. “Alfred has to be polishing it for you. You smell like lemon pledge.”

Bruce didn’t rise to the barb, not that Clark really expected him to when he’s in full detective mode, and he started to collect samples of the blood instead, to go with all of the other samples of the blood that he already has back in his lab.

The rock that Clark had in his arms felt oddly heavy which didn't make any sense in the world, but he continued to hold it while Bruce worked underneath it, scraping some clay into a tube, getting air readings off his gauntlet. Typical protocols were being followed until the heavy rock starts to feel itchy, which is even stranger because its just a rock and he’s Superman and the only things that make him feel itchy are coarse wool blankets and this is definitely a worse itch than those ever were. The itching suddenly turned into a sharp pain and then the only thing that registered was that there was no way that Clark could hold onto this innocuous rock for any longer.

“Batman, move,” Clark grunted, feeling the rock begin to slip.

Bruce had no context as to what the problem is, but knows when Clark tells him to move he should immediately listen, so he shoulder rolls off to the side just as Clark drops the rock from his grasp, hands twitching like he’s been burned but the discomfort not receding once the contact was lost.

The rock hit the ground and instead of just landing normally like it should, it disintegrated into a puff of dust, filling the air and swirling around. Brown and tan and green dirt particles surround them for mere seconds before everything settled down again back into the cave floor.

“That was highly inconvenient,” mutters Bruce and Clark starts to apologize for the rock, for ruining the evidence, but as soon as he opens his mouth he finds that he can’t say any of those things. Instead, he coughs. At least he thinks he’s coughing; he’s never really had to cough before so he’s not sure if he’s doing it right. Does he even have a diaphragm? Out of all his millions of thoughts, he’s never thought to check that.

Whatever is happening to him, it burns deep in his chest, trickling up his throat and in his mouth and nose and he coughs again, harder, but instead of getting better, getting in more oxygen, he feels worse and there is less air than there was before. Not enough air.

“Bat-” he coughs harder, hand covering his mouth and he can taste the blood in his mouth, all copper and iron, before he can see it. “Bruce. Can’t.. Breathe.” Suddenly he’s on his hands and knees, panting but getting nowhere near enough air in. Is this what suffocating felt like? “I..” He’s coughing more now, uncontrollable and relentlessly, and this time he’s seeing the blood hit the dirt, with some microscopic glowing green particles in it.

Green is bad. Clark is able to process that much. For everyone else green is good but not for him. He’s dying because randomly stumbled across the one random thing that can kill him in a random cave and it wasn’t even for a good reason.

He was now certain that this was what hyperventilating felt like and the panic that went along with it.

He’s aware enough to feel that Bruce is readjusting him into a sitting position and talking to him, trying to get him to focus, but it’s so hard to do without air. “Look at me. Pay attention.” Bruce’s voice was firm and commanding and Clark forced himself to look at him, coughing and wheezing loudly as he managed to suck in the barest amount of air possible with the maximum amount of effort. Bruce kept eye contact, but was pulling something out of his belt as he did so, prepping whatever miracle cure he hopefully had stored on him. “You inhaled kryponite. I have an idea. I don’t know if it is going to work but it won’t kill you.” Before Clark could react in any way to that information, Bruce jabbed a needle into his thigh and held it in place and he kept his other hand on Clark’s pulse. “Probably.”

“What?” Clark managed to choke out as Bruce tossed the needle aside and then grabbed onto Clark’s hand, and didn’t make a sound as Clark squeezed it as tight as he could, which probably wasn’t very strong if he was choking to death on space dust.

“You’re an alien, Kal. I have no way to predict how you’ll react to human medication that you've never had before.”

“That feels prejudiced,” whispered Clark, words halted and breathy but they were audible enough, “against the differently specied.” Bruce grunted, but other than monitoring his symptoms with narrow eyes ignored Clark. The pressure was lessening in his chest, but very slowly and only just a little bit, and the feeling of imminent doom lingered in his brain. Clark sucked in a shaky breath, deeper than he had been able to for minutes but that just made him cough again, doubled over with effort, more blood and green particles with each bark. As the fit subsided, he felt Bruce rubbing his back in small circles with a fair amount of pressure. Clark thought it might be helping or it was at least fooling his brain enough into thinking it was helping. Either way, it felt good, like when Ma had comforted him after a nightmare as a kid or when he was curled up with Lois after a long and grinding day. “What was that?”

“Epi-pen,” said Bruce, voice tight in a way that Clark only heard when someone Bruce cared about was hurt. “Luckily the kryptonite made your skin malleable enough to pierce. I suspect it’s a temporary solution though.” Bruce’s lips were pressed firmly together in a grim way. “Let’s get you up into the sun. Hopefully it will work out of your system faster that way.”

Clark didn’t have it in him to argue about the sun not being a miracle drug but there was a part of his brain telling him that he had to at least get away from the debris of the seemingly normal looking rock that had exploded into Clark’s own personal death trap, so instead he struggled to his feet and let Bruce wrap one of Clark’s arms around his shoulders for support. They made slow work of weaving their way back through the caves, Clark less concerned about where he put his feet this time, but becoming more aware that with each step he took it was becoming more difficult to breathe again. He was farther away from the rocks, but he still must have some inside his lungs. “Why did you have an epi-pen?”

“I always have two in my belt. They are good in medical emergencies.” Bruce huffed a bit through his nose. “And Tim’s allergic to bee stings.”

“Good thing,” said Clark, before coughing again. “Not that Tim’s got a bee allergy. That you had the shot.” They stumbled along for a few more minutes before Clark had to stop for a moment to try and catch his breath, but he couldn’t help but notice that he was getting harder again. "How far down are we?"

"About a kilometer." Normally Clark would rib him for using the metric system but he just nodded and Bruce picked on on it instantly and tightened his arm around Clark's waist. "Why?"

Clark shook his head and starting to walk again, careful of his footfalls because if he fell down he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get back up. He was concentrating on the tightness in his chest, and the way it felt like it was itching on the inside, just like he had originally felt it in his hands before things had turned south. "I think the shot is starting to wear off," he mumbled. Part of him wondered if the symptoms were more in his head and just thinking about them made it worse. "Anaphylaxis symptoms can be psychosomatic though."

"Not really." Bruce didn’t laugh, but Clark could at least pretend that he was a little amused by Clark’s effort to fake away his symptoms. "I have another pen but don't want to use it unless it's a last resort. There was an opening in the cave just up ahead, a natural opening halfway up the gorge. This time of day there should be sunlight.” Clark coughed again and Bruce shot him a concerned look as he sucked in a pitiful breath. “Conserve your air."

"Pretty sure it doesn't work like that." His airways were closing, no amount of holding his breath could stop that.

“Shush.” Bruce said, and then had to pull tight because Clark stumbled over his own feet, threatening to trip to the ground. "You can lean on me more. I've got you."

Clark knew that. Bruce always had him.

It felt like an eternity before they reached the opening that faced the gorge and Clark was close to not being able to breathe again, gasping between coughing up blood and little bits of devil green rock. He fell onto all fours at the ledge of the gorge, afternoon sun beaming down on him, feeling like he was hacking up a lung as Bruce rather forcefully pounded his fist on Clark’s back, in an attempt to get the rock out.

Clark was on the brink of passing out, darkness closing in on the edge of his vision and he knew that Bruce was seconds away from giving him the second shot when suddenly the pain and itching in his chest vanished, a last forceful cough with a small glimmer of green was expelled and Clark rolled over and collapsed on his back, exhausted, but enthusiastically able to breathe again and feeling better by the second, chest heaving with the ability to breathe again.

It was out. It was finally all out and he could breathe and it was amazing. Oxygen had never tasted so good.

He cracked an eye open and saw Bruce studying him, epi-pen rolling between his fingers in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “I think that was it,” Clark said, reaching towards the bottle. He took a big drink before handing it back. “Gosh, what were the odds of finding a rock made of dust sized kryptonite particles in a random cave in Kentucky?

“Was that hypothetical or do you want the math?” Bruce casually brushed the tainted blood that Clark had choked up over the edge, keeping a careful eye on him.

“Hypothetical. I can do my own math.” He rested his hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding with enthusiastic thumps. “Later. After more breathing.”

“Rest. Recover.” Bruce sat further back and leaned against the wall of the cave in the shadows. “Lay in the sunbeam like a cat.”

Clark meant to argue back, he really did, but the sun was just so nice and he just felt so exhausted and suddenly he was waking up before he had even realized he was asleep. The sun was slowly setting in the distance, making the sky pink and orange. He sat up and stretched, feeling pretty good for someone who took an unscheduled nap on the floor of a cave, only to see Bruce smirking at him like the smug jerk that he was.

“Just because I fell asleep doesn’t make you right, you know,” said Clark, only now noticing that there had been a big black cape under his head during his impromptu nap. "I'm not a house plant that just perks up in the sun."

"You are. One day I'm going to prove that your cells have photosynthetic properties. I'm going to recruit Ivy to help if needed."

Of course Bruce would use his resources to try and prove his theory, no matter who it was. "Absolutely not. I don't want Ivy, or before you get any other ideas, Swamp Thing, having any reason to think that I'm part of the Green.” Maybe Bruce was right about the sun but Clark wasn’t going to tell him that and he certainly wasn’t going to let a sometimes evil botanist conduct experiments on him just to win an argument. “Thanks for saving me. I owe you one.”

“We owe each other several. I’ve pulled ahead for now though.” Bruce stood, and Clark had to hide a wince as he heard Bruce’s bones creak from sitting for so long on the rock. "I should be apologizing. It was my fault. I asked you to lift it."

Clark gawked at him. "Are you serious right now? You had no way of knowing it was laced with kryptonite." Bruce frowned and had the face that he did when he was about to argue and Clark just shook his head and cut him off before he could start. "Bruce. Stop it. If you really want to blame yourself, fine, I forgive you, but just know that I don't really forgive you, because it wasn't your fault."

They stared at each other for a minute before Bruce nodded and looked away, obviously still brooding about it but moving on as if he wasn't. “Are you ready to head up? I still have to analyze those samples before the worm jumps back to this reality.”

“Sure.” Clark climbed to his feet and handed Bruce back his cape, and Clark watched with interest as it was reattached. “You know, you never answered my questions about the armor.”

Bruce shrugged. “Alfred looks after it.” He started to step forward before freezing and turning back to Clark. “I don’t really smell like lemon pledge, do I?”

“Of course not,” said Clark, but he gave Bruce a big, fake smile before stepping past him and leading the way to start heading upwards, hoping that the faint smell of lemons would follow close behind.

[shackledsculs-remade]

The Songbirds

Serina sighed as she brushed some of her hair from her face. She never liked dealing with such problems, but still, her girls were her first priority. No matter how much money they could make, if they felt sufficiently threatened, they were allowed to refuse a client. Normally, they had people who would assist them if they were close enough, they usually waited in a room over, but tonight, one of the new girls hadn’t had that protection. Apparently, he saw fit to go and grab drinks. She would deal with him later, right now, she had other things to deal with, namely, protecting her investment. 

It wasn’t hard to find the room they were in, with the shouting so easily heard. Serina normally would’ve calmly knocked on a door, but tonight, her patience ran thin. So she instead planted one foot and then lashed the other out in a kick that knocked it down. The woman strode into the room, the client’s hand had been reared back, preparing to strike the cowering woman in front of him, and instead he looked at her, shock on his face.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck are-”

Whatever else he had to say was quickly cut off when Serina’s hand lashed out in a backhanded slap, sending him onto the bed, reeling. Serina turned to face the girl, looking at the bruises on her face and fingerprints that were forming on her wrist and arm. Said girl was shaking, at least until she saw Serina offer a hand. She slowly took it, and was brought to her feet. 

“I-I’m sorry Miss Serina, I tried getting away, but-”

Serina placed a finger on her lips, a frown on her face. She shook her head, the fault wasn’t hers, she had done what she was supposed to. The fault laid purely on the guard who was supposed to be doing his job protecting her girls. He had failed, and as a consequence, she had a girl who would likely be afraid of coming back out for a bit. No matter, there were other jobs she could do. One that wouldn’t put her into risk until she decided she wanted otherwise. 

“What’s your name, darling?” 

“Joanna, ma’am.”

“Joanna...That’s a very beautiful name. Go on and wait in the car outside. They’ll keep you safe. I must take care of business here. With both your guard and this...Scum.” 

Joanna nervously nodded, and walked out, careful to avoid the man slumped over, who had begun to come to his senses. Perhaps Serina hadn’t smacked hard enough. How irritating, no matter, she would correct her mistake soon. She calmly took a seat on the bed in front of him, crossing one leg over the other as she watched him stumble to his feet, rubbing his jaw. She smirked as she saw the bruise already forming on the spot, and simply looked up at him. Watching as his features twisted into a snarl. 

“You bitch, who do you think you are?! Do you know what I could do to you? Who I know? Do you know who I am?!” 

She continued to look at him, uncaring even as spittle flew into her face. How disgusting, another big fish in a small pond who didn’t know when he was in the face of an apex predator. She was content to let him scream, dealing with angry men was common in her profession. Either way, it wasn’t like he’d be angry for long. After all, he would have to pay for what he did. Nobody put their hands on her girls. 

How funny, she became a madam as a means of gaining more money for herself. She took a cut of the profits the girls made, and put it towards her own goals. Somewhere along the way, she supposed that she had begun to feel for the girls, after all, they were women in the same business as she was. Serina had seen them at their lowest, shared in their grief, either some got pregnant while on the job and had to give the babies away, or she comforted the ones who weren’t so lucky in their final moments. She shared in their joy, a particularly good paying John could feed them for a while, or had extra cash to save for a rainy day. In the end, her songbirds were the closest thing she had to family. 

“Are you listening to me?!”

Ah, right. She still needed to deal with the problem at hand. She sighed and placed a hand on her chin. How boring, having to sit here and listen to some spoiled brat of a man rant and rave to her. Demanding her respect when he had no power here. She watched as he reared his hand back, and before he could react, or strike her, she caught his wrist and held it there. 

“Unfortunately...Yes, I am. I’m here wasting my time with a child who’s used to getting his way, and frankly, I have better things to do. I would’ve been perfectly fine with reimbursing you, had you not placed your hands on Joanna.”

Serina watched as his look of rage was replaced with a wince, as she began to apply more pressure to his wrist. She stood, the bored look slowly giving way to growing irritation, and she leaned close, getting in his face. 

“I know everything about you. I know that you have a wife, and three children at home, that you’re some rich CEO. Oh, I even know the things you use your daddy’s money to cover up. You’ve been a very bad boy. So now it falls to me to punish you.” 

She continued to apply pressure, watching as he tried to pull away. Instead, she used her free hand to grab him by the chin. Forcing him to look into her eyes. As she smiled, something seemed wrong, as if the smile was too wide...Too sweet, his brain had been sounding alarms and yet he couldn’t get away. How was this woman so strong? He worked out, could take down guys his size, yet here she was, holding him like a parent would hold an unruly child. 

He felt small, as if he were a child again, staring down an angry father. Though his father couldn’t kill him, but this...this thing in the shape of a woman could. 

“You should be happy. I’m giving you a death that’s better than you deserve.” 

Her voice was low, sultry as she leaned in, pressing their lips together. His eyes widened, under normal circumstances, he’d have gladly kissed back, but this woman had shown herself to have nothing but malicious intent for him. Something was wrong, why wasn’t his body obeying him? He wanted to pull away, yet, he couldn’t move, why couldn’t he move? 

Serina hummed into the kiss, waiting for his mouth to open once the involuntary moan sounded. That didn’t take long, and her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting him, the lingering traces of alcohol and cigarettes were there. This was common for her, after all, what better way to take someone’s soul? He’d live, but as a part of her, among the thousands of screaming souls within her. A fate worse than death to most. She hummed softly as she turned them, moving so that his body would hit the bed, and she could work in peace.

He felt cold, colder than he had ever felt in his life. What was she doing to him? Why did it feel as if something was being ripped away? He wanted to scream for help, for someone, anyone to discover them. To stop her, to save him. He would do anything, he’d stop cheating on his wife, he would stop harassing the women at work, he’d become an honest, god-fearing man like his father had been, just someone, anyone save him! 

Serina hummed as her hands cupped his cheeks, and she continued her work, pulling back ever so slightly as a wisps of light began to leave his body and enter through her mouth. He belonged to her now, whether he wanted it or not. Gradually, she felt the struggle lessen, and his body slowly went limp in her arms. She climbed off of him, wiping her lips with the back of her sleeve. Clinically, it’d look as if he had a heart attack and died, well...If they found the body. It was second nature for her to summon a bit of the void to consume the body. It could chew on that for a while. Sighing, she adjusted her jacket, humming softly as she stared at the open door...Noticing the next target of her ire. 

“Ah, good, you saved me the trouble of finding you. I pay you to protect my girls from rowdy Johns, and you decided to go off and drink. Come here.” 

Under normal circumstances, he would’ve ran, after all, he just watched this woman kill a man by kissing him. What kind of person could do that? Yet, his body felt a compulsion to obey, as if her voice was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. A voice that had been low, dangerous, yet alluring all the same. His body moved against his will, and he stood in front of her, wanting to run, the sweat beading across his forehead becoming more obvious. 

“Consider yourself...Relieved of duty. Why don’t you take a walk? Right off the balcony. I’m sure you can use the fresh air to cool down.”

His mind raced, yet his body moved, and he opened the door to the balcony, and kept walking, until his body fell over the edge. Serina listened to the screams, though they didn’t last too long, and judging by the sound of a car alarm going off, he must have landed on some poor bastard’s roof. Oh well, it wasn’t her issue anymore. For now, she would make sure Joanna got home safely, and help her clean up. 

Nobody hurt her girls, and if they did? Well...Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

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A Well-Deserved Break

Thank you for the support as always, @breeachuu! I hope you likey ;D

Summary: Wolfram had been thrown into action basically from day 1 since he arrived in Fódlan, so he welcomed the break from the dangerous missions with open arms, using his time to bond with his friends.

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Ever since Byleth returned from the darkness with her newfound power, things had been hectic. Well, compared to how busy their student lives had been during the past year, the Pegasus Moon had actually treated them well so far.

The Archbishop assigned them a seemingly harmless mission for the end of the month -- to accompany their newly Enlightened Professor to a ritual right under Garreg Mach -- and the immediate threat of Solon and Kronya was also dealt with. Though, of course, there was still the matter of the two villain's third companion as well as the Flame Emperor and the Death Knight to take into consideration, yet so far the threat hanging by everyone's heads seemed to lessen.

However, that didn't equal to peace -- neither of mind nor body. With Byleth's enlightenment, all eyes were turned to the monastery: if the goddess bestowed her favor unto another mortal, would that mean another war? Should the knights prepare? What would happen after the divine revelation?

The students were tense; the professors were on edge (excluding Hanneman who was so overly excited about it all it somehow put everyone off) and the devouts started flooding the monastery in their pilgrimage to catch but a glimpse of the Enlightened One. There was no shortage of worries.

And all of that happened in less than two weeks! The Pegasus Moon was still so young in the sky yet so many things had already happened, culminating into an air of stilled stress amongst the students. The commotion, the pressure for answers and the heavy, familiar dagger hidden close to Dimitri's chest only added into the prince's list of reasons to scare sleep away from his grasp.

Exhausted due to his usual insomnia, Dimitri simply shook his head once he realized sleep would evade him until morning no matter how much he tossed on the bed. Sighing, the prince moved his heavy body out of bed, making sure to fasten a sword onto his belt, hiding the dagger in his chest pockets.

The minute he finished going down the stairs towards the greenhouse, something in the sky caught his attention, making Dimitri immediately assume battle position. "That-" he squinted, trying to make sense of a small shadow hovering over the Goddess Tower, "-is too small to be a wyvern... and yet...?" He quickly ran towards the tower, never taking his eyes off of the unidentified flying object.

However, the shadow of the night started playing tricks in the prince's eyes -- the 'creature', so to speak, stayed perched atop the tower without moving for so long, Dimitri couldn't discern it from the other spires.

"Did I lose it? Or was it simply a wild animal...?" He mumbled to himself, not allowing his battle stance to waver. After a few more minutes of staring into the dark with no apparent change or whatsoever, the prince finally allowed his shoulders to sag. "Hahh... It also may have been my imagination," he closed his eyes to avoid the eyes of the dead glaring at him even at that moment, knowing it within him that it was entirely possible for him to see things moving in the shadow that would be invisible to anyone else.

Had he succumbed to his maddening thirst for revenge, he would've laughed in spite of himself. However, he simply sighed and turned back the way he came, intent on at least remaining around the dormitory until dawn broke. At least he'd be able to glimpse on the Professor's face before anyone else if he did so, instead of waiting for her at the training grounds as he had been doing as of late.

Barely was he past the second flight of stairs leading down to the greenhouse, Dimitri once again saw something with the corner of his eye, this time flying dangerously close to the ground.

"Ha!" He let out an exclamation of surprise, running after the approaching shadow -- it seemed it intended on landing right in front of the greenhouse itself. "To think a wild animal this large would wander into a human settlement like this!" He securely gripped at his sword's hilt, ready to unsheathe it the moment the creature landed.

The clouds in the sky started parting, finally allowing the moonlight to uncover what had been hidden: the creature Dimitri chased was no animal at all.

It -- or rather, he -- had all the makings of a human donned with large wings and a reptile-looking tail.

Dimitri knew who that person was, as well. "Wolfram?" He heard his voice say before his mind could even process what his eyes were seeing.

The white-haired boy froze the moment his feet touched the ground; even his wings stopped flapping, his tail so stretched it actually looked like a toy from where the prince stood.

"Um," Wolfram stuttered, holding a pendant of sorts between both hands. "I can explain, Dimitri." He turned to his friend in a stiffed motion, a nervous smile plastered across his face.

Taken aback, the prince could barely form coherent phrases, his mind a rush of thoughts. The moment he opened his mouth, however, he flinched, looking around with caution. "If anyone sees you like this-" he quickly ran to the boy, touching the thin shoulder at the exact moment Wolfram called back his manakete side. The faint glow by Dimitri's hand made the prince look at it with curiosity, though by no means shy away as Wolfram thought he would. "... First of all," Dimitri's eyes lingered on Wolfram's open back shirt before trailing towards the stairs to the second floor, "let us change locations to somewhere more private -- if you are alright with it, I will escort you to my room."

Wolfram clutched his pendant with both hands, the initial panic fighting the warmth Dimitri's composed reaction brought his heart. "O-of course, that's fine. Lead the way."

They exchanged hurried nods as the prince set out at large steps, being evenly matched by Wolfie's equally long legs. Soon they were back at the noble wing of the dormitory, the silence between them being filled by their quick and calculated steps.

Dimitri opened the door of his room soundlessly, allowing Wolfram to enter before taking a last look at the corridor to be able to close the door. Taking a deep breath, the prince turned to his friend. "I assume that was the reason for your 'amnesia'." He stated, though it felt like a question.

Wolfram flinched, widening his eyes in confusion. "You didn't believ- I thought you said-?" He gasped.

Dimitri flashed a forlorn smile, trudging towards the bed to sit on it. He gestured for the chair by the secretary for Wolfram to follow suit, which he did while stumbling. "I did say that I was willing to trust you so we could understand each other, did I not? Your lie was born due to your own circumstances, which I do not claim to have the right to know." He rested both elbows on his knees, lowering his head. "I can see why you would do so no, however. Are you perhaps a Child of the Goddess? I have heard of them only in the oldest tales of how this continent came to be; but there can be no mistake, taking into account that draconic appearance."

Wolfie tilted his head to the side. "Child of the Goddess? So they're the shape-shifters of this world- of Fódlan...?" He looked up in thought, wondering if that was the term they used for 'manaketes' -- shape-shifting, dragon-like yet humanoid beings who enjoyed long lifespans.

Dimitri didn't raise his head, visibly tired. Wolfram kind of wanted to sit on the floor just to be able to be in his friend's line of sight. "No wonder you had to keep it a secret." The prince took a deep breath, struggling to straighten his back.

"Um, actually, that's not really the truth, but maybe part of it?" Wolfram scratched his cheek awkwardly before reaching for his bandanna. He slid it out of his head, revealing his pointy ears.

Once he did so, Wolfram promptly sat on the floor by Dimitri's feet, crossing his legs to be more comfortable. That way, they could look straight at each other no matter how shocked or tired the prince was.

Looking at Wolfie's ears made Dimitri widen his eyes in awe.

So that's the reaction of a human who's never seen a shape-shifter, huh... Wolfie thought to himself as he fought a relieved smile despite the thundering of his heart inside his chest.

"If that is not the entire truth, then- ah, may I?" Dimitri reached out to touch Wolfie's ears, stopping to receive consent first.

"Sure, go ahead." The manakete turned his face to the side so Dimitri could nervously reach out, poke it quickly and retract his hand lest he hurt his friend.

"Thank you. Ahem, well -- if that is not the entire truth, then what is? Of course, you do not need to tell me if you do not wish to, though I could be of much more help if I at least had a proper grasp of the situation."

The warmth won the battle against the thundering inside Wolfram, making him smile wide and genuinely, taking Dimitri's hand into his own. "Mhm, thanks for being so considerate as always, Dimitri. This is all gonna sound real crazy real quick, so it's better to listen with an open mind, okay?"

"Very well." The prince nodded without hesitation, though a curious frown furrowed his brow.

"Mhm," Wolfie squeezed his hold on Dimitri's hand, not actually knowing where to begin. For all of the preparations he went through to follow the destiny's call, he really didn't think he'd end up being discovered not four months after arriving. "Nyaha," he giggled, trying to remember what his father had said about using a very specific curse to manipulate people's memories. "I kind of forgot about that, Father..." he mumbled.

Dimitri waited as Wolfram gathered the courage and the words, trying to keep his own mind as open as possible.

"Guess there's no easy way around it, right? I'll just come out with it, then!" Wolfram apparently talked himself into spilling everything as it came, his eager eyes bringing a slight solace to the tired prince's chest. "I'm from another world." He blurted out and, before Dimitri could even react, kept on talking. "And I don't mean just 'another continent' like Petra or Shamir. Another world entirely. I actually came through a portal kiiind of like the one Byleth- ah, the Professor jumped out of last month."

"I-I... uh, see." Dimitri tried to look as though he had an open mind, but even that sudden revelation went right through his head. Did Wolfram come from that darkness that enveloped their Professor? How did he come here in the first place? Was that magic something common whence he came? Was Solon also involved-

Seeing the apparent shift of expressions in Dimitri's face rather amused Wolfram, though he didn't allow that to keep him from talking. "In my world, there are these, uh, beings? That can shape-shift into other forms. I was actually gonna say that it's 'common' for them to roam around the land, but that's not actually the case; I guess it's because my family is kinda big that I just assumed everyone else knew of them, too." He bobbed his head to the sides. "We're descendants of the, uuhhh equivalent of the goddess back there, so I guess it's not too far from the truth to say that I'm also a Child of the Goddess, though not the one from this world."

The image of a mother pulling a misbehaving child's ear popped into Wolfie's head, making the boy raise one eyebrow. "Haha! I take that back, I take that back!" He laughed. "Sorry about that, Dimitri! Heehee, it's just that Naga keeps telling us that she's not a goddess and that she just happened to be the first one of our kind."

"Naga? So it really is an entirely different being than the goddess Sothis..." Dimitri was too shaken by all the new info to even be shocked by Wolfie's sudden laughter. "But then, what could a denizen of an entirely different world need to do in Fódlan?"

"Yeah, about that. As I said before, we manaketes -- ah, that's how we call the dragon shape-shifters back in my world -- are directly related to Naga, and sometimes we have to do her bidding. She says she's not a goddess, but she has so much power it stretches through other realities and worlds to the point of, well, I dunno exactly. She has so much power I don't even know how to express." He shrugged, never letting go of Dimitri's hand. "By the way, I'm actually only a quarter manakete, so that's why my ears are short like this."

"Short-"

"And, since my manakete blood is more diluted, I thought I wouldn't be able to hear Naga's commands at all, but that was before. One year ago, she touched? I guess she touched me? I don't know what that was, but her presence filled my house and she told me there was someone like but unlike me that needed help in a world that would soon beeee- um... I'm not sure if I should say this to someone who was actually born here, but..." He hesitated, not wanting to instill fear into someone who was supposed to rule over a Kingdom in a land fated to fall into disarray.

But it was Dimitri he was talking about here -- Wolfram chose to believe in his friend's ability to stay by the light. He believed Dimitri could take it, even though the grips of exhaustion threatened to claim the prince's consciousness at any moment. Wolfie had also chosen to believe in Byleth and fight BY her side instead of to take it upon himself a guard duty no one asked for.

"Please, Wolfram. Do not mind me and go on. I can take whatever it is that you are going to say."

"Mhm," Wolfie brushed his thumb on the back of Dimitri's hand. "Well, Naga told me to stay by the Professor's side during the time this land was thrown into turmoil -- I don't know if the past few months were it or if the worst is still to come, but I know that I was given a mission to help her, so to Fódlan I came. I was probably chosen because there would be no way for my siblings of my Mother to pretend they were human since their ears are wayyy pointier than mine."

"I... see." Dimitri exhaled. "This is honestly a lot to take in at once, but I am glad that you finally took that weight off of your chest. I will keep your secret for as long as you wish me to, my friend, though I might need some time to digest it all..." He looked down sheepishly.

"It's okay, really. Thanks for actually keeping the mind open and all; but I think you should go back to bed now, you look ready to fall over!" Wolfie smiled, pressing his forehead on Dimitri's.

Dimitri sighed, his body deflating. Perhaps it was because of Wolfram's story, but the shadows that had been keeping sleep away from the prince's grasp had dissipated. "I shall accept this advice, my friend. Forgive me for cutting the talk short despite saying I would hear whatever you had to say."

"Uh-uh," Wolfie shook his head, taking Dimitri's boost to put himself on his feet. "We have all the time in the world to talk. See you tomorrow?"

Dimitri flashed a tired but genuine smile, squeezing Wolfie's hand one last time for the night. "Of course."

Being with Wolfram during the largest part of his free time took a load off of Dimitri's shoulders, to be honest. The boy's upbeat attitude and easygoing smile coupled with how excitedly he talked about his family whenever there was no one nearby was a breath of fresh air to the tormented prince. He could be with Byleth during the lessons and with Wolfram during the free time, both of which allowed Dimitri to distract himself from the constant pressure of the shadows looming around his very being.

Dedue watched over the pair with a content smile, happy that his liege was taking breaks more often than usual as well as actually heading to bed at light's out time. It was as though being with Wolfram filled Dimitri with health, and Dedue didn't care if that was a temporary fix for his Lord's ailments or the first step towards the path of healing; he simply wanted Dimitri to be well.

Wolfram shared such sentiment as well, especially after Dedue thanked him out of nowhere one day, almost two weeks after Dimitri caught him.

"Huh? What's this about?" Wolfie scratched the back of his head in confusion. Dedue simply smiled softly, bowing once again.

"For being with His Highness. Once again, I thank you."

"O-oh, but I'm just being friends with him, no need to bow-" He scrambled about, grabbing Dedue's shoulders so as to make him stand upright.

"Very well, but my gratitude remains unchanged." Dedue complied as Wolfie's hands lingered on his shoulders. "I must be going now." He bobbed his head in acknowledgement, receiving the same courtesy from Wolfie before leaving.

As he watched Dedue's back leave, Wolfie felt a strange tingling inside his chest. He was proud for Dimitri to have someone care for him so much like Dedue and proud to be able to call himself friends of them both. It was a strange, yet pleasant feeling.

The half manakete looked at the lake, its surface reflecting the sunlight as it swayed slightly with the wind. Wolfie felt his heart thumping as his mind begot a thought he abandoned back in Ylisse before jumping into the portal: the making of a friendship jewel.

Wolfie's bond with Dimitri was a short one, truly, especially considering how many centuries of life the half manakete still had in front of him. It could even be considered fleeting -- to have a friendship blossom and bear fruit in such a short time wasn't he manakete way.

It was perhaps the human side of Wolfie.

No, that wasn't true, either. It was neither one nor another part of him, but the entirety that it was Wolfram. He wanted to share these feelings with Dimitri and have him reciprocate them; as someone who holds his trust and secrets. As a precious friend who believed in him simply so they could get along at first.

Wolfie had the process of the jewel-making beaten down inside of him, for the off-chance that he found someone here whom he could share everything with, though held little hope to. Yet, there Dimitri was, holding such a large place in Wolfie's heart it made him want to call Dimitri his friend for all eternity, even after the prince's lifespan had been consumed.

Smiling widely, the half manakete meant to head to the stables to have a talk with Aquilo when someone poked at his back, startling out of his mind. "Wah?!"

"Oh! I didn't mean to scare you, Wolfie! You didn't reply when I called, so I figured I'd poke you." Dorothea took both hands to her chest, apologetic. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something; is now a good time?"

"It's fine, I was just surprised, is all." Wolfie giggled awkwardly, then tilted his head to the side. "But, uh, sure! We can talk."

"Perfect!" Dorothea linked arms with Wolfie, humming. "Can we relocate to my room? I can serve the tea."

"Ohhh, lead the way!"

Out of the rooms Wolfie had been in during his stay at the monastery, Dorothea's was the one of the tidiest ones -- it also faintly smelled like perfume, even by Wolfram's heightened senses. The tea she brewed was also high-quality, especially when paired with these snacks from the Imperial City. Yum!

"So, Wolfie... I remember you roomed with Dedue before getting your own room back when you transferred, right?" She rested her chin between both hands, enjoying how Wolfram stuffed his face with sweets.

"Yeah?"

"But now I barely see you down here on the first floor, even when it's time to sleep -- I did hear Caspie mention you two were rooming for a while, but I was wondering if there was something else happening. Are you okay, Wolfie? I know we haven't interacted much lately, but somehow I think I can understand how you feel, especially during battle." She lowered her head, playing with a lock of her hair. "I also don't like any of this bloodshed and I could see that it shocked you, too. Caspie isn't the brightest one around so I figured I could reach out to you if you ever wanted to talk."

Wolfram choked on the tea he had sipped, laughing. "Gack- haha! It's true that Caspar doesn't have a way with words, but he's really thoughtful and attentive, you know?" He smiled softly, not realizing the heat rising up to his cheeks. "He's the one who offered to share his room with me so I wouldn't be alone. I never told anyone I don't actually like being alone, but he still offered to help like he knew."

Dorothea blinked, finding in that answer something she was not expecting, but that was way too interesting to let pass. "Oh?" She flashed a wolfish grin. "Did something else happen that we're all oblivious about?"

Wolfie looked at Dorothea in confusion. "Um, he also asked me to compete with him on how long we can stay in the sauna," he raised one finger, then another and another as he kept retelling their day-to-day. "Or how he always shares his dessert with me 'cause I always end up going back for more, or how he's really bad at teaching some moves with the axe, but really good at demonstrating... Ah! One day, I caught him feeding a cat and being really embarrassed about it -- also really scared someone would catch him and tell him to take the cat away! It was so funny and adorable."

Dorothea had to clutch her chest. "Adorable? That's you, dearie." She covered her face with both hands, giddy inside. Caspar was the single most dense guy Dorothea had ever had met, but it looked as though Wolfie was a close second! Couldn't he hear himself? He was talking about their daily lives one moment, then praised Caspar's qualities in the other! "But you have my full support." She gestured a thumbs up, her face flushed from excitement.

"Um, t-thanks?" Wolfie sipped the last of his tea. "I told him I'd impose only for a little while, but it's been over a month now... I honestly don't want to move out and he hasn't said anything in the matter, either, so I guess we're good for now? I want us to stay roommates for a bit longer."

"Oh, goddess, that's so cute." Dorothea's eyes sparkled. "Go on, dearie, tell me more!" She insisted, refilling his cup with fresh tea.

Grinning, Wolfie took Dorothea's invitation with gusto, quite literally. He had a lot to talk about regarding Caspar, after all!

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Choices (Chapter 3: I’ll Walk Her Home)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader x Jim Mason

Words: 2,118

Summary: Palos Verdes was the place to be for a fresh new start. It would be hard to adjust with such a change, though it was all too perfect. The families here seemed vibrant and happy, although it’s only when Y/N comes across Jim and Michael Langdon, that she has to make a choice…

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood, swearing, short time jumps, HIGH SCHOOL AU 

A/N - I love this series in my head, but as I’m writing it, I’m doing a shit job, and crying for ya’ll...  it’s disgusting, my apologies! 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 

For the entirety of your school day, you’d kept your head low, not wanting to grab the attention you were already attracting from being the “new girl.”

Although, thankfully, it seemed the hype of your new arrival gradually began to lessen, as the day went on. You weren’t outgoing, nor were you asking for attention, and people could sense that about you. When people tried talking to you, you were simple yet straight-forward. You wouldn’t give much away about yourself, nor that you felt pressured too… These people were just as new to you, as you were to them. 

The remainder of your classes, you had remained by yourself, exempt from the company of Jim, nor Michael, whom as far as you knew, wasn’t attending any of his classes. 

It was a shame you thought, that Medina was a year younger than you…It was her company that you’d desperately wanted. After encountering Michael, you felt this unusual sensation, like a gut feeling to stay away. As selfish as it may have seemed, you were glad you weren’t in there classes from the morning on. You’d wanted some time to yourself, you wanted to adjust without the help of Jim nor without the anticipation of meeting Michael. 

There was something about the Langdon’s that you just couldn’t quite tap into…

And the difference between Jim and his older, twin was just unsettling. They were complete polar opposites, from what you’d come to see so far and yet you somehow found a piece of each in the other.

You judge too quickly, you thought to yourself. It was the fleeting moment of guilt that soon coursed through your mind, that reminded you so evidently of just how unfair you’d become. You needed to give this place a chance, the people a chance, and you wanted to.  But it seemed as though you were undoubtedly homesick, which of course, was an usual impulse, yet so soon? 

Once the bell had rung to call the end of the school day, you’d noticed just how alienated you were from the rest. Everyone had their own little cliques, everyone had someone to meet up with, to chat with and spend the rest of their summer evening with. Some people were heading home together, some were catching the buses together, some just simply hung around the school. And despite knowing that no one was awaiting for you, you were expecting for either Jim or Medina to find you through the crowd, but still nothing… For all you knew they were probably already on their way home. That was until you’d noticed a large sea of students, particularly of your fellow seniors, crowding around each other, laughing, shouting and fooling around with one another, all the while as they were all heading for the beach side. 

Turning your attention completely towards them, in the distance you stood, every fibre in your body practically begging for someone to call you out to join, although you felt your hopes were too high. It was only just your first day, you doubt anyone would have even remembered your name. 

It was only when you’d finally caved into giving up, turning your back towards your peers that you’d heard the familiar shout of your name from behind. 

“Y/N! Wait-”

Turning back around, your eyes returning to the familiar crowd, now was completely focused on Jim. His tanned, gleaming face smiling up at you as he waved for your to join him, you excitedly walked towards him, only to be greeted by a warm embrace of a hug, feeling his long, lean arms wrap around you: you weren’t expecting such a warm welcome, that you had no time to return the favour. 

“I was looking for you everywhere! It seems I just had managed to have found you, before you’d sneaked off! I thought you’d want to join all of us to hang by the beach? This is just how we typically spend our afternoons, before all heading off, what do you say?” 

Internally, you knew your mother was expecting you to be home: you knew there still needed to be work done around the house, and that your sisters needed someone to keep an eye on them. Although, it had felt like forever since you’d last taken a break from all the responsibilities, surely she wouldn’t have mind? She too, was the one that wanted you to make friends, and you were seizing the option, that’s all. 

“Yeah sure, I’d love to! That’s if I’m no intruding or anything, cause that’s the last thing I’d” 

“You could never, Y/N…You’re my friend, now. Wherever I go, you go.” 

And there it was again….That damn smile. 

***

Throughout the walk to the beach, Jim and you had remained behind the pack. You both were immersed in your own conversations, Jim pointing out all the scenery, all the popular places, the places to avoid, that you hadn’t taken noticed of how far behind you both were. It was only when you’d come to the cliffside, near the pathway that led down to the beach, that you’d realised everyone was already making themselves comfortable down below. 

“Medina doesn’t usually come out here with you guys?” You asked, has you both stood their side by side, with the warm, calm breeze of the wind gushing by. 

“Oh she’ll come. She surfs, so she just needed to make a quick run back home to get her things, but she should be here soon…She sort of just does her own stuff, though.” 

“It-It’s beautiful out here…” 

As your eyes wavered from Jim to the ocean view below, with sunset just beginning to form, you were completely breathless. The whole colour scheme of the sky, the perfectly formed waves below and the serenity of the atmosphere was purely captivating.

And it seemed it was only in that moment, that Jim had grown appreciative of the thing he’d become so accustomed to since arriving to Palos Verdes. 

“It really is,” He whispered: only for you to begin to feel the reassuring stare of those piercing blue eyes. Just as your head gradually began to turn, looking up to face Jim, that you felt the sudden urge of your body leaning in closer to his. 

Noticing however, that there was no sign of hesitation, though in fact, Jim’s head lowered itself slowly towards you: you both feeling this sort of undeniable feeling, this impulse, before snapping back to reality, the moment you’d heard your name again. 

“Y/N! JIM!-”

Instantly, you knew it was Medina: and thank god she’d arrived just on time…You really were close to already faltering with one of the two friendships you’d just made. 

“What are you two losers staying up here for? The fun’s down there,” She exclaimed, her eyebrows cocking up as her eyes stared down towards the beach: she was so unrecognisable in her surfing attire, with the large board held by her side, as she hastily began power-walking her way down. 

And silently, without a word to spare, Jim and you had followed behind. 

Despite it being a short trip down, Medina had explained just how meaningful surfing was to her, the history in when she started and had realised, she had a real talent for. It was only when you three had reached the bottom, as she raced into the water without even a ‘goodbye’ was it then that you’d understood just how much she admired surfing. 

Now you stood beside Jim, and nearly the entire cohort of your grade…Even David was there, which much to your surprise was a shock. Looking around fairly quickly from face to face, you’d realised majority were the popular kids of the school, and it was only when your eyes fell to the familiar blonde mane of Michael that you felt the faint smile that had grown on your face, fade away. 

He was already staring, and his stares made you feel unnerved. 

It was when you felt Jim’s gentle grip on your hand, tugging you in closer towards a group of people he was going undoubtedly introducing you to, that you’d witnessed Michael a slight alteration in Michael’s eyes. They narrowed, the moment those same piercing blue eyes that Jim had also shared, fell unto him, and it was then that you’d noticed, how Michael’s eyes narrowed with some sense of irritation. Yet still, Jim seemed oblivious to it all. 

Just turn away, you thought, just turn away.

***

You’d promised yourself from the start, that you wouldn’t have stayed for long, only for about an hour at least, though it seemed you’d become too distracted that time had gotten the best of you. 

The small group Jim had introduced you too, you’d become fond of. They were welcoming, simple-going and realistic than the false company of the “Heathers” and the “Michaels” of the group. And from time to time, you’d watched Medina surf, and quite frankly, she was impressive.

“Aww shit!” You exclaimed, as you hastily leapt to your feet, confronted by the late time on your screen. 

“What, what happened?” Jim anxiously asked, as he leapt to his feet, watching you intently as you packed your things together, making sure you had all your belongings.

“I’m late, I shouldn’t have stayed this late! Oh god, I’m so sorry guys, but it was all lovely to meet you and-”

“J-Jim…” 

The shivering, faint tone of Medina’s why voice interrupted, as Jim’s head instinctively snapped towards the direction fo his younger sister. 

Immediately, as you witnessed his eyes growing wide in shock as he rushed passed you, it was only when you turned to face the ocean where Medina had once surfed, now stood, with a gash slit just above her eye.

A few of you all had rushed towards Medina, yourself included: as Jim and another fellow girl that you’d just met, Rebecca had aided Medina, you felt a brooding presence linger from behind, just as they’d made their way to the crowd surrounding. 

You knew who it was, you knew exactly who: and yet as you held your belongings tightly closer to your body, your fists clenching tightly as your held the straps of your backpack, you resisted the urge to turn. 

“What happened, Medina?” His low, heavy voice loomed ever you, as he awaited for his sister’s response, thought instead, Jim had replied. “Her head must have hit the board, I need to get her home-” Jim urgently insisted, as he began pushing people away as he led Medina through cautiously: everyone slowly began to return to their places, as though it was nothing major.

“Oh shit! Y/N you still need me to walk you home, fuck, I’m so sorry! Medina could you just wait a few minutes-”

“Jim, no, please that’s okay! You go and take Medina home, I’m sure I can find my way back, please just go!” 

“Y/N, I can’t just leave you all alone, especially this late, I-”

“I’ll walk her home.” 

It fell silent. Jim came to an instant halt, as he snapped to face his brother, dazed, as Medina looked up wide-eyed and uncertain. You had the feeling that it wasn't Michael’s sudden interruption that caused them to stop, although it was what he’d said... 

“You want to actually help someone? You?” Medina urged, letting out a comical laugh, before returning to a puzzled state as she realised just how serious Michael had remained.

“Michael, I don’t think you want-” 

“It’s fine… Jim you go and tend to Medina, and if-if it’s okay with you, Michael-” You diverted your attention away from Jim and Medina and to the towering figure behind you. Despite, in this close up, he still looked alluring, yet frightening. 

“That would be really helpful of you, if you could show me the way home, perhaps?” You resumed, almost to a whisper, just enough for Michael to hear only. You knew Jim was hesitant in leaving you with Michael, he ultimately knew by now, that you must’ve registered the idea of who he was, and it seemed he was just as discomforted by the idea of you two together alone… Though it seemed he had no choice. 

“Fine…But call me as soon as you get home. Make sure she gets there in one piece, Michael.” 

You’d never witnessed Jim this disciplined as before: the sternness of his voice, the direct command was something you would have expected escaping from Michael’s lips…Not Jim’s. Yet there he was rushing up the cliffside he knew so well, constantly looking back to make sure that Michael stood by his word. And there you stood, frozen beside him, trying desperately to remain composed: although you had the faintest inkling, that this journey back would be a long one of that. 

“So you ready to walk, Princess?” 

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[aquarius-johnny]

Blind Dates | Johnny Seo

Requested: - | Word Count: 1.3k | Warnings: -

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Notes: Johnny x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your parents’ paranoia and panic set in when they realize you weren’t settling down which causes them to line up a few blind dates. Little do they know you already had someone waiting for you.

Another Friday night meant another blind date your parents had set up for you in hopes you’d find ‘the one.’ All they wanted was for you to settle down and start a family, but once you decided you weren’t going down that route - at least not any time soon - they panicked and set up back to back dates with their co-workers’ sons, nephews, and neighbors and basically anyone with a pulse. Usually, the dates weren’t so bad: dinner to get to know each other and then you go home. If they’re daring enough, they’ll plan some fun activity you two can do. However, this date, in particular, had you wanting to claw your eyes out and rip your hair from its roots.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Johnny says as he brings you a bowl of your favorite ice cream while you sit on his living room couch. On Fridays, you and Johnny had your weekly movie night but with the dates that were set up, it was pushed back a few hours. Movies eventually stopped and you found yourself at his front door after every date to just talk.

“Oh, it was,” you chuckle half-heartedly as you grabbed the ceramic bowl from him. “By far the worst date I have ever been on. He’s one of those people that peaked in high school and can never let it go.”

Johnny hisses between his teeth, poking his ice cream with his spoon before scooping it into his mouth. “Anything else that made you hate this date more than the rest?” He asks.

“He ate with his mouth open,” you say disgustingly. “Deal breaker for sure.”

Johnny reciprocates your disgusted look, shaking his head. “It can’t be as bad as the time that one guy asked to feel you up though,” he scoffs, ice cream still in his mouth. “Which, by the way, you found his address yet?” He gulps. “I’ve been ready to beat his ass.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you placed the spoon in your mouth.

“You could always just tell your parents you don’t want to go on any more dates,” Johnny says in a matter of fact tone.

Before you could reply, you hear your phone vibrate against the coffee table. “Speak of the devil.” Placing your bowl down, you answer. Your mom’s voice fills the room. Johnny silently nudges you, encouraging you to break the news to your her and you do. To say she was disappointed is an understatement. After talking your ear off, you finally get off the phone. Johnny gives you a thumbs up, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

“So, since all of your dates were complete shit - your words, not mine - what would your ideal date be that you wish one of the guys took you on?” He wonders, finishing the last bites of his ice cream. Placing your empty bowl on the clear glass coffee table, thinking about your answer.

“Hm, a picnic would be nice. We were always at fancy restaurants and I was pressured to look pristine, so dressing down or normally would be a nice change. Stargazing would have been fun too.”

“Aw, poor kid. Going to fancy restaurants all the time is the worst, especially when someone else pays for the meals,” Johnny pesters. “You’re such a cliche,” he teases.

“Hey!” You jokingly hit him on the arm. “At least I’m going on dates and putting myself out there, what’ve you been doing huh?”

“I’m waiting,” he shrugs. Grabbing the dirty dishes, he places them in the kitchen sink.

“For what?” You giggle, shaking your head. “How are you going to find someone when you’re cooped up in your apartment all day?”

Plopping himself next to you again, a smirk plays on his lips. “Don’t worry, they’ll find me, eventually.”

The first Friday with no horrible date rolls around and you find yourself caught in the rain on your way to Johnny’s place to resume your weekly movie nights. Soaking wet in the thick jacket you borrowed - but somehow always forgot to return - from Johnny, you knock on his front door. Upon answering, his eyes widen at the sight of you dripping wet.

“I could’ve picked you up!” He half shouted and half laughed. Helping you remove his jacket, he holds it up confused. “Is this mine?”

“I’m gonna need that back, it’s my favorite,” you smiled.

Johnny cheekily grins, shaking his head and tossing the piece of clothing on an empty chair near the entrance.

“I have a surprise for you, close your eyes!” Before you could comprehend what he said, Johnny’s big hands hover over your eyes and he guides you. Remembering the layout of his apartment, you knew he had led you to his bedroom. “Keep your eyes closed.” You do as he says when you feel him slowly lift his hands away from your face. You replace his hands with yours in an attempt to lessen the temptation of seeing what’s in front of you. “Okay, you can open them now.”

You do and your jaw drops. Fairy lights illuminated his room as it hung along his headboard and on the nightstands on either side of his bed. A woven picnic basket with your favorite wine peaking through the top is strategically placed on his king sized bed, near plates of your favorite foods covered in plastic wrap. You step closer to see a Godiva box of chocolate covered strawberries, something you were craving for the longest.

“Johnny,” you happily sighed.

Slightly embarrassed, he rubs the back of his neck. “I originally planned to have this outside, but the rain sort of ruined that, so I had to improvise.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “I just thought this would make up for the bad dates you endured the past few weeks.”

You were speechless. Giving Johnny a hug - which lingered a lot longer than needed - he motions you onto his bed and you have dinner.

“I hope you don’t mind that we save the movie for next week?” Johnny asks, handing you a fork.

“Not at all,” you answer, excitingly digging into your food.

As Johnny places the empty plates into the picnic basket, you lean your back against his headboard, watching his every move. Mimicking your position, he hands you a glass of wine that’s filled halfway. That’s when everything hit you all at once.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” You state absentmindedly, staring at the basket placed at the end of the bed. You’ve known for a while that Johnny liked you, as more than a friend, but a part of you waited for him to admit it. As days went by, you simply pushed the idea aside. “The one you’re waiting for.”

“Took you long enough to realize,” Johnny sighs, smirking as he set the glass of wine down.

You grab one of his pillows and hit him with it a few times, causing him to shout in shock. Looking at you, puzzled at your sudden attack. “What was that for?” A teasing smile dances on his lips.

“You still allowed me to go on those horrible dates?! You should have said something!” Playfully hitting him with his pillow after every word.

“Hey! I didn’t know it would take you this long to figure it out.”

Sassily shaking your head in disbelief, Johnny’s pinky slowly hooks onto yours. Gradually, your hand cups his before interlocking his fingers with yours.  

“So, when should I meet your parents?” He smiles. “I like to think they were rooting for us as much as I am. Plus, they love me.”

Taking the last gulp of your wine, you place the wine glass on the nearest side table. “How does next week sound?”

He nods his head in approval. “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule,” he smiles before placing a quick kiss on the back of your hand.