Summary: Jesper calls Morticia 'mama' for the first time during the Addams Family Christmas Gala
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, panic attack, social anxiety, loud noises trigger
A/n: Jesper Addams is my own personal OC and insert character. He is 15 in this work.
Morticia kissed her husband before floating away from the dance floor, shooting him a playful grin as she went to retrieve a blood red wine. She took a delicate sip, humming as she listened to the blaring music and laughing.
The decorations sparkled brightly overhead, a large christmas tree at the corner of the room. This was one of her favorite times of the year, when the family would come together to give gifts and celebrate another year.
But looking out over the ballroom, she failed to notice a certain face she was looking for. Her and Gomez's eldest son, Jesper, was nowhere to be seen. She had been so excited to have him at the party, to finally be able to introduce her first born after years of separation.
He had been stolen from her and Gomez when he was a baby. He had only returned to them after he had taken a genetics test and sought them out. And of course, the Addams family welcomed the long lost son with open arms.
But now, he was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, panic overtook Morticia and she looked helplessly around. Her anxiety was only lessened when she spotted the raven haired, brown eyed boy sitting in the corner. She noticed, painedly, that he looked upset.
"My dear," Morticia said as she walked over to him, sitting down next to her son. "What's the matter, my little rat?"
"N-nothing, mother." Jesper whispered, leg tapping rapidly. "It..It's just a lot of people. And very loud..." He scratched the back of his neck.
"You have your father's nervous habits." Morticia noted, a faint smile gracing her lips as she recognized how much her son had turned out like Gomez.
Jesper nodded rapidly, "Mother, I believe I'm having a panic attack."
He had gotten better at expressing his emotions since he'd joined the Addams clan. At first, he'd never tell her anything, burst into tears at odd times and turn to rage at others. But slowly, he had opened up about his anxiety and fears. So when he told Morticia he believed he was having a panic attack, she just nodded and lead him out the door.
Gomez intercepted her before she followed her son. "What's going on...?" He asked quietly, worry furrowing his brow.
"Jesper is feeling overwhelmed, darling." Morticia explained, "Do you remember where he might've left his headphones?"
"I believe they may be in the kitchen, he was helping Grandmama cook this morning. The stove was in a bad mood." Gomez said, nodding softly.
Morticia gave him a quick kiss, smiling at the smudge of lipstick on his lips. "Thank you, mon sauvage." She smiled before turning and following Jesper out of the ballroom.
He was standing in the hall, hands shakily and leg tapping as he hyperventilated under his breath. Morticia walked past him and down to the kitchen, returning a moment later with his headphones. Jesper took them happily and put them on, trying to tell himself that he was safe. His mother joined in the soft murmuring, rubbing his shoulder and encouraging him to calm.
"I've got you, my little rat..." She said quietly, now noticing what must've triggered this. The trumpets would screech every so often, blaring in contrast to the soft Christmas tunes.
"T-thank you, mama..." Jesper leaned into her arms, calming so much he hadn't noticed how the name had struck her speechless. "C-can we go back to the party? I feel ok now..."
Morticia nodded, cupping her son's face and admiring his eyes. "..Of course, my boy." She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Go on, I'll be right behind you."
"O-ok...I love you, mama!" Again, Jesper didn't seem to notice the tears welling in Morticia's eyes.
As Jesper ran to join the festivities, Gomez exited to check on Morticia. "My darling, you look radiant...Rrrravishing!" He purred, snaking his arm around her waist. He examined her face and noticed the tears welling in her eyes. "Cara mia, what has happened? Why are you upset??"
Morticia pressed a hand to Gomez's chest and looked up at him in awe. His brow furrowed in question as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm not upset, my love."
"Then why are you crying?" He asked.
"...Jesper called me mama." She said quietly. "Not mother...Not Mrs. Addams...Mama." She smiled brightly and sniffled, leaning into her husband as he smiled softly.
"He's settling..." Gomez hummed, kissing his wife's head. "Cara mia, let us go for a walk, hm?? We can join the festivities later."
It was as if her husband had read her mind. Mama. She smiled brightly at her son through the doorway, speaking with cousin IIT and Uncle Fester. Then, she and Gomez made their way outside.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Villains Of Valley View
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Vic Madden | Kraniac/Eva Madden | Surge
Characters: Vic Madden | Kraniac, Eva Madden | Surge, Amy Madden | Havoc, Jake Madden | Chaos, Colby Madden | Flashform
Additional Tags: Date Night, Dinner Date, Romantic Fluff, Vic is a hopeless romantic, Implied Sexual Content, Cuddling & Snuggling, Picnics, Sneaking, Forehead Kisses, Just some romantic fluff because author is touch starved
Summary:
“Hey, wanna get out of here for the night?”
Or Vic and Eva sneak out to get away from the kids for the night.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Villains Of Valley View
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Amy Madden | Havoc/Hartley, Vic Madden | Kraniac/Eva Madden | Surge
Characters: Amy Madden, Hartley - Character, Vic Madden, Eva Madden, Jake Madden, Colby Madden, Celia
Additional Tags: Family Outings, out to dinner, The Villains of Valley View on crack, Dinner conversations, Fluff and Crack, Amy is gay and everyone knows it, just crack, and some feels - Freeform, Jake is trying, Amy and Hartley are girlfriends, Nothing goes right
Summary:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera - Lloyd Webber, Love Never Dies - Lloyd Webber
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Christine Daaé/Erik | Phantom of the Opera
Characters: Christine Daaé, Erik | Phantom of the Opera
Additional Tags: Good Taste, Porn with Feelings, Sensuality, Making Love, One Night Stands, Love Confessions, theres plot, theres sex
Summary:
He kissed her
She caressed him
Feelings that were to strong flowed between them..
What happened under the moonless night?
A/n: I couldn't help but write this. AMAZING PLAYS, GO WATCH THEM
Summary: Erik had made many foolish decisions in his lifetime. But when he saw the gun, how it pointed past his waist, at the love of his life and his son, he had already made it.
Erik had never felt as much fear as he did in this moment, watching Meg cry out her desperation as she held his son over the dock’s edge. One wrong move, and Gustave would be in the water. One wrong move his entire future with his family would be gone. “No, don’t do that, girl!” He begged over Christine’s cry as Meg held Gustave on the edge, “Please!”
But she let him go. Gustave rushed past him, into the safety of his mother’s arms. “Now that I’ve got your attention at last…” Meg quietly sang, “Here’s the big finish and then you can go!!”
Gun.
Erik had made many foolish decisions in his lifetime. But when he saw the gun, how it pointed past his waist, at the love of his life and his son, he had already made it. Erik lunged, letting out a roar he didn’t even know he had in him. A roar that could barely be heard over the firing of a bullet. And suddenly, he wasn’t lunging forward anymore. If anything…He was stumbling back, gripping his stomach as his music flowed out of him.
“No!” Came a scream, from Meg or from Christine he couldn’t identify. But he was suddenly on the ground, laying against the dock. “Get away from him!!” Christine… “Madame giry, get help! Quickly!!” She begged, gathering the broken, bleeding man in her arms.
“Father!” Gustave cried, “Where’s father?!”
“Gustave…Your father..”
“Christine, no…” Erik choked. He couldn’t have his son despise him in his final moments.
“I know, I promised…But I can’t let him be blind to you…He has to know the truth…” She cried, gently caressing his face and neck. He cried gently, resting his head against her heart as she told Gustave the truth…
“No…No!” Gustave replied, shaking as he held his mother’s hand tight.
“Look with your heart, not with your eyes…the heart understands, the heart never lies…”
But Gustave didn’t reply, except for stumbling back and running away. Christine called out for him, desperate before turning back to Erik. “My angel…” She cried, holding his head tight and kissing his temple. He felt relaxed in her embrace, gently reaching up to grip her shoulder.
“Once upon another time…” He sang, voice choked as the song left him. One final song, for Christine. “Our story had only begun…I had a taste of joy…The most I ever knew…”
“And now there isn’t any time…And somehow our story is done…” Christine sobbed against his mask. “What about the boy…What am I to do…”
Erik smiled softly, “Just love…Just live…Just give what you can give…And take the love that you deserve…”
“Oh..Christine…” Erik murmured, “Come closer…I beg you…” She held him tighter, sitting along the dock as he laid in her arms. “Remember…” He told her softly, “Love never dies…”
She held his hand, cradling his head as she sobbed. “Don’t die…” She begged him, “Don’t die, my angel…”
“Kiss me…One last time…” He asked. She nodded, bringing her lips down into the gentlest kiss they had ever shared, a soft sob shared between them. Erik hoped his song had found it’s rightful place, as the last of his music flowed from him.
He had heard her sing for him…That was all he wanted…
Raoul found them when Gustave brought him. Christine laying beside The Phantom of the Opera, screaming for him to come back...
Warnings: Spoilers for In Space with Markiplier, angst
Summary: Mark needs a hug. Ryan gives it to him.
A/n: I am emotionally broken
"I spent an eternity in hell rebuilding this stupid machine, AND YOU THREW IT ALL AWAY!!" Mark was angry. He was angrier than Ryan had ever seen him, in any reality or universe...He pointed an accusing finger at them, lip curled back, "I don't know if you're evil, or stupid, but if I'm not back there to fix it-"
"Mark..." Ryan whispered. Mark had stopped, his gaze falling into a confused frown. "Mark, hey.."
"If...I'm not there to fix it..." He looked between them and the warp core. "If I'm not back then...The cores not back..."
"Mark...Mark, calm down, hey..." Ryan approached him as the head engineer stumbled back, mumbling.
"I thought I rebuilt it because you destroyed it..." He mumbled a few things before looking up at Ryan with tears in his eyes. "..I built the warp core?" He backed up from the console. "I sent it back?" He laughed, a quiet laugh that sounded so airy Ryan nearly ran to hug him. "I built it." He nodded, "I built it...It was my fault." His voice cracked.
Mark started to cry as he collapsed against the console. "Mark! Buddy, hey..." Ryan grabbed his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. "It's ok...It's ok, Mark, you didn't...You didn't know..."
Mark didn't look at them. "I'm...Captain, I'm tired." he cried, "I don't remember when the last time I slept was..." He smiled sadly, "I don't know if I've slept at all..Have you?"
Ryan shook their head quietly. "I was trying to make sure the universe didn't shit on itself...And I wanted to make sure you were ok..." They sniffled, "Y'know Mark...You didn't mean for this to happen...I don't blame you, bud..." They leaned forward, placing a light kiss on Mark's temple. "I forgive you, Mark..."
Mark rested his head against Ryan's shoulder. "I'm really sorry, Ryan...I thought the only way to stop this was to stop you..." He smiled softly, "Stop...All of this from happening..." He took another shaking breath, "But..It was me.." Ryan wrapped their arms around his shoulders, pulling Mark against their chest as he whispered another breathless "It was me..."
"Mark..."
"All those lifetimes, all those people..." He sniffled, "I guess I lost hope..." the ship started to crack, and Ryan knew this was their last goodbyes. They held Mark close as he looked up into their grey eyes. "But you didn't...You never did..."
"Mark..." Ryan broke down, burying their face against his hair as the ship started to crumble. They smiled against his hair, gently holding the back of his neck as his arms came around their middle. "..I love you."
"Yeah..Yeah me to.." They closed their eyes, giving each other a squeeze before everything went dark.
Warnings: Stupid silly fun, happy ending, kind of a sick fic? It’s just a sick fic Feelings, beware.
Summary: He never thought much of Agent Stone. He was routine, he was an everyday delight… Dr. Robotnik was t ready for the day he didn’t come to work. (Set pre-Sonic Movie 1)
Agent Stone wasn’t a thing that Robotnik thought about a lot. He was routine, an everyday delight. When he woke up, Stone would be there with a latte freshly made for him. When the lab had gone dark, Stone would be there to place a blanket over his shoulders.
Yeah, Robotnik didn’t give him much thought.
The day started out like any other. He woke up in the small hammock under his desk, a badnik nudging his arm pitifully. He grumbled , smoothing back his hair with a frown. The badnik, satisfied that it had woken up its papa, flew off to alert the others.
Robotnik climbed out of the hammock, muttering tiredly. “Agent Stone…” he called, tapping a button on the wall and opening the small bathroom. He waited at the door for a moment, brow furrowed. “Stone.” He called again. He waited…
Where was he? Robotnik leaned back, surveying the lab as his mussed mustache perked up in confusion. Usually Stone would be here, reading off the headlines for anything interesting. But today, the seat he usually sat in was vacant.
Robotnik grumbled and went about his morning routine. He could give Stone a lecture about being tardy later, but right now he had to brush his teeth.
The door creaked open while Robotnik was brushing. He leaped away from the sink, his head thrusted through the door. “Agent Stone!” He cheered, a mouthful of toothpaste as he made eye contact with…
Not Agent Stone.
The young agent stared at him in shock. They kept that stance for a moment before Robotnik turned back, spat in the sink, and turned back to the agent. “Who the hell are you? Wheres Agent Stone?”
The agent snapped to attention. “Agent Stone is unavailable, sir! I will be filling in for him, sir!” The agent saluted, clearly nervous judging by the sweat on the agent’s brow. Robotnik raised a brow, walking over and leaning down into the agent’s face.
“What…Do…You…Mean…Unavailable?” He snarled, lip curled with a scowl as his hands folded neatly behind his back. The agent squeaked as the red tones of the lights shadowed the doctor’s face, making him seem more dangerous than before…
“H-he’s sick, sir, has the flu…” they whimpered, tugging at the collar of their shirt. The room got only stuffier. Robotnik huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes as the reality of the feeble human body came back to him. People get sick, right…
“Well…You better know how to make a decent latte.” He growled, stalking off to his work desk to start the day.
Well as the doctor liked say; if you're going to do something, hire someone you can push around. This agent was the positively the worse replacement they could have sent. The latte was burnt, they knocked over a bad nick station, and somehow, somehow, they managed to fry the speakers.
When the day was over, and the agent had fled the lab, Robotnik sat back and caught his breath. God, this couldn’t happen again! He dug in his pockets, pulling out a few mismatched items before finding his phone.
He opened the contact book and tapped the only number he had. Putting the phone to his ear, Robotnik spun in his chair as he waited. Stone, being trained to perfection, answered on the 3rd ring.
"Hello...?" Came the pathetic greeting of Agent Stone. His voice was rough, he sounded congested. "Yes Doctor?"
Robotnik huffed, making Stone chuckle softly. "Where are you??" He demanded.
"I apologize, Doctor...I have..." Stone paused to cough, and groaned, "The flu..." Robotnik was silent for a minute. "...Doctor Robotnik-"
"I am coming over there." Robotnik concluded, jumping from his chair as he activated the 'Stone MIA' protocol. Badniks started to fly around and chirp as they packed him an over night bag.
"Sir, you don't have to..." Stone coughed, groaning, "I don't want you to get sick, sir..." He was silent for a moment. The phone had been left on the desk, the lab abandoned. "Sir? Oh no..."
--
Robotnik was a force to be reckoned with, especially when he set his mind to something. Agent Stone dragged himself from his couch, forcing himself to clean as much of the small apartment as he could before collapsing back onto the couch.
The door swung open, slamming against the wall so loud Stone was positive he could feel the vibration. The first thing that entered was a badnik, floating into the living room and scanning the area. Only when it confirmed it was safe did Robotnik enter.
“Agent Stone.” He nodded his greeting as he tossed the bag he’d brought on a chair. Stone opened his mouth to speak, but the doctor held up his gloved hand. “Don’t speak, I want you to save your strength.”
Aban rolled his eyes slightly, “I’m not dying, Doctor.” He croaked. The doctor shot him a glare, walking over with a gleam in his eyes. “Docto-R!!” Robotnik’s fingers were suddenly grabbing his mouth, pulling him up by the teeth. He groaned as Robotnik turned his head from side to side, shining a light down his throat and in his eyes.
“I can conclude that you, Agent Stone…” he removed his hand, wiping it on his jacket with a disgusted grimace. “Are in fact, not dying.”
Aban rolled his jaw before glaring slightly. “I could’ve…” he coughed into his elbow. “Told you that…” he laid back down, yelping as his back hit cold metal. The badnik behind him chirped, bumping him back as it…Fluffed his pillow? “Wha-?”
Robotnik put a hand on his chest, pushing him back down into a lay. “I also conclude that you need rest…” his voice was unnaturally soft, despite the ugly grimace on his face.
The agent smiled gently, his eyes drooping as he let sleep return to him. The last thing he saw was the doctor’s face…
Ok, so Agent Aban Stone wasn’t something Robotnik thought a lot about. He was routine, a daily delight… but right now his brain was flooded by him. The doctor took the blanket off the arm rest, gently tucking it over Aban’s shoulders. Sitting next to him felt like a privilege, which confused Ivo to no end…
But that all could wait. He had some thinking to do.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (2020), Stardew Valley (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik/Agent Stone
Characters: Agent Stone (Sonic the Hedgehog 2020), Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Lewis (Stardew Valley), Robin (Stardew Valley), Willy (Stardew Valley), Marnie (Stardew Valley), Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Stardew Valley Fusion, Stone is the main character, I don’t know how long this will go on, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Agent Stone is Called Aban (Sonic the Hedgehog 2020), Farmer Stone, Inspired by Tumblr, First Kiss, Self-Acceptance, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
Aban Stone always lived on the safer side of life. A good job, good home, good family. But when his grandfather passes, leaving his farm in Aban’s name, will Stone finally take the leap into adventure? And will his choice lead him down a path to real happiness?
Warnings: Slight spoilers, blood, blunt force trauma, angst with a happy(ish) ending
Summary: Robotnik straightened himself, gasping as a dull ache pulsed up his leg. "Stone?!" He yelled to his co-pilot....Nothing.
A/N: There will be spoilers, so if you haven't seen the movie you have been warned.
Everything was ok until the missile hit his leg. Robotnik yelled as he was thrown off balance, a loud thud echoing through the machine. Robotnik groaned, straightening himself up. A sudden bolt of pain shot up his leg, making him gasp out in surprise. "That wasn't supposed to happen!!" He gasped. "Stone?!" Robotnik yelled out to his co-pilot.
He didn't get a response.
Robotnik looked over in annoyance, how dare Stone ignore him!? But then he saw it. The blood smeared against the arch of Stone's control panel. Robotnik froze, his eyes widening as they followed the smear to Stone. He was so...Still. "No..." A scream, he didn't know if it was him or someone else echoed around him as he clawed his way to the fallen agent.
The electrical sparks flew around them as Robotnik dropped down next to Stone. The green flashes almost seemed to curve around them, forming almost a bubble. His mind was racing, a million different, no LOGICAL explanations flying through his mind as he reached his hands to cup Stone's face. He almost reminded Robotnik of the rock from the mushroom planet by how heavy his head was.
Stone lolled in his grip, blood dripping onto the ground and Robotnik's clothes. "Stone...Stone..." Robotnik turned his head to see the damage. Stone's head was cracked open, blood seeping from the wound. "STONE!!"
Robotnik didn't even care that the rodents were attacking. He wrapped Stone in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs. He was desperate, for anything! A breath, a heartbeat, a sign that Stone was alive, that he hadn't left Robotnik alone...
Through his sobbing, he heard a sound. It was faint at first, barely a whisper on the air as Stone's wound started to fade. Robotnik rocked them back and forth, begging Stone to be ok, that he was sorry, that he'd do anything..."I love you!" He screamed, over and over.
Warmth was the first thing he felt. Then a pitiful groan as a hand flew up to grip his shoulder. "Doctor...?" Stone croaked, his voice hoarse. Robotnik pulled away, cupping Stone's jaw with a gasp.
"Stone...It's really you..." Tears ran down his cheeks. He was so ashamed of himself for crying, but it was really Stone...His Stone...
Stone smiled gently, "You...You love me...?"
Robotnik's eyes widened as he looked down in shame. "..Don't die." He asked, avoiding the question. "Please..."
Stone gently smiled, leaning into his hand. "I won't."
You heard his footsteps from the hall. Oswald, while charming, could become extremely loud when he was angry. Tonight was no exception. The door to your apartment slammed open, accompanied by Oswald’s shallow breathing. You lifted your head to give him a glance.
“My god, what happened to you?” You gasped, standing up and taking in the sight. Bloody was splattered on his suit and neck, a few droplets on his cheek. His left eye was rimmed with deep purple and black.
Oz’s lip curled, making the delicate scar on his nose crinkle. “Don’t you watch the news?” He snapped, slamming the door behind him. You jumped, and watched him cautiously as he limped into your living room.
“Oz..” you approached slowly, gently reaching out your hand. You had barely even laid a finger on him before he spun on you, collecting you in his arms and holding tight. You blinked, then hugged him back. Oswald was quiet, then he just squeezed you.
“I thought I was going to die tonight, luv.” He mumbled. You didn’t say anything, just listened. “Was scared, y’know? Didn’t uh…Didn’t wanna leave ya behind, Y/n…”
“What’s so good about me?”
Oswald’s grip tightened and he pulled away. He had a sad look in his gorgeous eyes as his hands gently cupped your face. “You…You smooth me, luv…” Oz leaned forward to kiss your lips. “You make me less violent…”
You smiled gently and pulled him down for another kiss. “I love you, Ozzy.”
Warnings: Major and minor character death, angst, blood (Slight spoilers)
Summary: "T-they're all gone...I did good, right?"
News traveled fast, even in the dormant village below. Maybe it was the lack of chaos, or the screams that came from the valley, but Heisenberg found himself drawn out of his factory. He lit a cigar on his walk, coming to a stop on the ledge overlooking the valley. It was no doubt that Demitrescu and Donna were dead. He could tell by the lack of prying eyes. (Weather it be by one of his nieces or Angie)
The valley was silent again. Odd, Karl thought as he dragged his cigar. His eyes narrowed as he followed patches of blood until...
The cigar fell from his lips, his eyes widened in horror. "DAMNIT!" He jumped without thinking, landing with a thud as he scrambled towards the body in the field. Winters couldn't have...He couldn't have, it wasn't possible... No. No no no NO!!
"Calum...Calum, sweetheart, no no no..." Heisenberg scooped up the limp body and cradled Calum's head against his chest. Blood soaked into his sleeves as the darkness of Calum's green eyes glistened with tears. His cheeks were stained with black tears, gashes and bullet wounds littering his body. "What has he done to you?!"
"Karl...??" Calum's lips twitched into a smile, "You...You're ok..." He coughed, blood spitting out onto Karl's beard. He made no move to wipe it off.
"Of course I'm fucking ok, what..." He trailed off as his brain started to connect. "You need to come back to the factory. T-that moronic freak will hold Winters off...I can fix you, I'll help I..."
Calum laid heavily against Karl, "They're all gone...Demitrescu, Donna..." He sobbed, "...Did I do good?"
"Fucking yeah, you did!" Karl wiped his eyes, "Now cmon, we need to get you home.."
"I...I'm ok..." Calum whispered shakily, breath hitching. "I'll be ok..."
"Damn right. You-you need to come back with me!!" Heisenberg yelled, clenching Calum's limp body closer. "Shit, I can't loose you! You make living worth my fucking time!!! I love you!!"
He looked down, silent. "...Calum..." Heisenberg gently shook the other, "Calum, sweetheart..." Suddenly, his body had started turning to dust. "NO. No no no..." His palms trembled as Calum disappeared into crystals, staining the red dirt below them.
Karl knelt there for a few moments. When he stood, for the first time he noticed the particles of metal floating around him. Then...He screamed, and it all went flying into other directions.
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Original male character (Calum)
Warnings: Sexual innuendos, slight violence
Summary: The 5th lord of The Valley wishes to prove himself stronger than the lord Heisenberg. Little does he know, Karl's been waiting for this...
A/N: Heisenberg is gay. I have no other words, enjoy.
Heisenberg leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead, “Yeah, you did..” leg dangling as he smoked a large cigar. He adjusted his sunglasses as the other lord approached. Calum's lip curled, his green eyes glowing slightly. Karl huffed a laugh, "Ohh, excited to see me?"
"Cut the shit, Heisenberg. You know why I'm here!" Calum snarled, "Now get up and fight!"
Karl yet again laughed, sitting up and cracking his neck. "Oh-ho ho! Right to the violence, it's almost like you're flirting with me..." He hopped down, his boots hitting with a loud clank. His hammer flew into his palm, and even Calum huffed.
Calum flew forward, eyes turning to slits as he went for Karl's throat. The lord was quick, and dodged easily. Calum roared and flung himself again, this time landing a hit to Heisenberg’s hammer. “GRRR!! Fight!!”
“Y’know…” Karl kicked Calum’s feet from under him and pinned him to the ground with his hammer. Calum yelled out as the other lord leaned upon the weapon. “You should really have a plan laid out. Aimlessly swinging those claws at me will get you no where, sweetheart.”
Calum’s eyes burned as he struggled. “KARL! DAMN YOU LET ME UP!!”
“Not till you forfeit.” Heisenberg’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “I could hold you like this all day…And eat up the sight, to…”
Calum snarled, “Not this time! I’ll win!!” He yelled out as the hammer dug into his skin. The heat from it was sizzling, making his skin blister and scream for mercy. Heisenberg didn’t let up, leaning on it heavier and heavier.
“Cmon Honey, you’ll get yourself killed at this point! Just give up and say you tried!!” Calum sighed heavily and looked up at him. “Give in.”
The other lord reached his hand out. Heisenberg smirked and pulled him up and against his chest. “I gave it my best…” Calum growled.
Heisenberg leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead, “Yeah, you did..” The metal bender smiled and caressed Calum's face, "Maybe next time, you show off."
Summary: Stephen being soft and you loving on him. Sleepy cuddles
Stephen woke up first, yawning as he pulled your body closer to his chest. You laid practically on top of him, face buried against his neck and arms askew against his. One hand toyed with his hair, while the other gently cradled his own. "Y/n.." He whispered.
"Hmm..." Your hand tightened in his hair and your legs stretched against his. "Stephen go back to sleep..." Your hand started tracing the scars along his fingers.
"It's almost 9, sweetheart..." Stephen mumbled, subduing a yawn as you nuzzled his neck. Your grumpy response of a barely audible 'fuck the time' makes him laugh. "Sweetheart, darling, light of my liiiiife..."
"Stephen, let me sleep in..." You look up, your (Y/H/C) hair falling into your face unceremoniously. You're far from sleep, and he knows it.
"Hi." He leans forward and gives you a morning kiss on the forehead. You grumble but cup his jaw to kiss his lips. Its a slow kiss, with you melting into him as his arms come around you.
"You have to learn I don't like being woken up..." You chastise, before rolling off him and sitting up. Stephen laughed behind you, barely eager to wake up himself.
Summary: Gomez wakes up in the night screaming, and Morticia is there to calm him. He opens up about his more recent night terrors.
Warnings: Night terrors, fear of abandonment
Word count: 456
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Gomez was normally such a quiet sleeper, which surprised Morticia to no end. Her husband, who was usually the life of the party, was deathly silent when he rested (if you didn't count for his tendency to snore). So when he'd started mumbling, she knew something was wrong.
"Rrm...No...No...Not...I didn't...Tish..." Gomez rolled onto his back, his head shaking from side to side. His eyes were shut, he was still asleep. Morticia glanced over her shoulder in concern. "Come..Back...I'm...No...Morticia...Don't leave me..."
"Gomez..." She sat up on her elbow and leaned over, gently tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He didn't stir, which worried her. "Gomez, Mon Savage, wake..."
"NO!! TISH!!" Gomez suddenly bolted upright, eyes wide, breathing heavily. He leaned over the edge of the bed and coughed loudly, shoulders shaking. Morticia was by his side in seconds, rubbing his back as he dry heaved over the edge of the bed.
"Shh...Shh...It's ok...Mon amour, it's ok..." Once he'd finished, she pulled him into her arms. Gomez was tense, shaking in her embrace before resting his hands on her back. She felt, more than she heard, him start to sob into her shoulder. "Gomez, darling, what's wrong?"
"Tish...I..." He shook violently and held her tighter, "Oh...Oh god...I'm so sorry, Morticia..."
"What for, my love...?" She whispered, rubbing his back and tangling her fingers in his unruly hair. Gomez shook his head softly, holding her tighter to his chest and burying his face against her collarbone. "Gomez...?"
"Don't leave me." He whimpered, looking up at her with his dark eyes full of tears. "Please. Please don't leave me..." He begged. Morticia sighed softly, cupping his face and wiping away his tears. Gomez leaned into her hands, his own coming up to keep them there. "I..."
"Shh...I'm not going anywhere, Querido.." She smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Gomez sniffled and kissed her palm.
"I...I'm sorry, Morticia..." He sighed, "I didn't...I didn't mean to worry you, cara mia..." Gomez didn't dare close his eyes. He was scared that if he did she'd disappear. "I just..." Gomez felt his mouth go dry and he struggled to find the words.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, my dearest love..." Morticia filled in. She gently let him lay against her, head tucked into the crook of her neck. Gomez sighed as his eyes drooped and fingers interlocked with Morticia's. "Gomez..?"
"Yes, Morticia?" He mumbled sleepily, already half asleep in her arms.
"I love you...Now rest, my love...." She kissed his head as he dozed off into a far more peaceful sleep. "I'm not going anywhere..."
