Bonus prompt that's not from the list, but I love that line and I think you'll do great things with it 👀
Acting like you only brought me here to get below me
For AprilEmber please? :0
Full permission to hurt me also XD
~ M <3
Ember's hand caught April's wrist so hard that he felt the bone sharp to his touch. April's skin was always just a little cold to touch, made up of sharp edges. All the food he didn't eat.
"Don't," he looked for something in April's eyes - disappointment, anger - but all he found was absence. Like he was hardly there at all. Ember dropped April's hand, biting back a wave of anger that he knew like an old friend.
"Please?" April whispered.
"I came here to help you -"
"This would help."
"I'm sure, but it won't help me."
What might be good for your heart, might not be good for my head.
If April said another word he thinks he might explode.
"Why? You've been fucking me this whole time, why now are you-?"
"I'm sick of being something you fuck!" Ember could have cut the air in two with the way that he moved. He felt the whiplash in his neck and back, but it didn't slow him down. If the distance between them was a cliff, he was a tsunami about to weather it to nothing. "Actin' like you only brought me here to get below me - fuck, April, can't you see? Are you fucking blind as well as stupid?"
April recoiled, his back to the wall and his hand clutching the back of his head. It took a minute for Ember to realise that in his anger he'd sent April scrambling back to the wood. There was fear there now. And desire. His eyes were wide and dark as night, whilst his chest rose and fell in a rhythm not far from the way he panted when they fuck.
"I'm not blind," he whispered.
"Then you know," Ember's voice fell to a volume just above silence. His voice shook.
"I know," April's hand slid up his wrist, then forearm. "I know, it's okay."
"Is it?"
"I..." he looked down at the floor. "I can never be what you want."
"No," Ember muttered, "...but unfortunately, you are what I need."
April4: ☀️ you are exactly what i should want, but i don’t want you
I feel like this one would work very well as AprilEmber, but I'll leave it up to you what direction to take this in :0
~ M <3
In a way, at least. Ember could be as impulsive as himself, always a knife up his sleeve, and never afraid to use it. Quick to anger, brash, stubborn. Like a feral cat, always twisting for something to pounce on.
But he never hurt April in a way he hadn't already begged for, fingering the belt buckle of his jeans and fluttering his eyelashes. He never raised a hand to him, if not to pull him through every wave of pleasure until he felt the edges of them unravel and enclose around each other.
Ember steadied him in a way others had not. He found boundaries and carefully folded them, refusing to tear them even when April begged. He took pleasure and adoration as seriously as his own unstable fury, and that was a never ending river, flowing both ways.
For April, this is exactly what he should want - the most stable he could hope for. But it wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for April. Kindness was a shaky foundation he refused to build on. Ember's love for him became missing bricks in an otherwise perfect castle. He preferred the absence of it. That was familiar. That was comfortable.
It seemed Ember now knew what a deer felt like. She'd been feeding and all of a sudden she felt the sharp searing pain rip through her side and the second bullet whiz over er head like a jacked up firefly. Who used UV laced bullets anyhow? Someone who knew that she wasn't human. They probably assumed she was some sort of vampire or demon, but it worked all the same. Well, kind of. She was weakened because she hadn't eaten or else the bullet wouldn't have even hurt her. Scanning the darkness, she saw the glint of the barrel of the gun and she disappeared from sight only to step from the shadows behind the man and she snapped his neck with no trouble at all. Though the woud still hurt like a bitch as the small captured star was still lodged in her abdomen. Ember knew she was close to where Stan lived, and hopefully she could make it without bleeding out. It took her awhile, but she managed to all but drag herself onto his doorstep andshe knocked before sliding down the wall next to it. "Stan?"
Ember knew it was too good to be true and that nothing lasts forever, especially when the Darkness inside of her was as strong as it was. She had found a way to bind it, bit only temporarily. The hunger was growing and she tried to ignore it even as the pain shot through her like a knife. But Ember couldn't. She didn't want to kill anymore. Didn't want to feed. Especially after her slip when Sam was gone. She'd massacred a whole carnival full of people. It was a repeat perfomance she didn't want to relive. And so she tried to distract herself with the kids while Sam was out. Cradling one of the twins in her arms, she tickled his belly and he grabbed her hand to put her finger into his mouth. But instead of suckling on it like he usually did, he bit down and held on and Ember winced and yelped. She tried to pull her hand away and couln't. Panic set in and she finally pulled her hand free and watched as the blood nearly gushed from the wound. Setting their son back in his crib, she went to the bathroom to clean the wound. A realization set in that she didn't want to accept. "No..." She felt weak and sunk down to her knees and presse her back against the tub. This was what she was worried about.
To know she unnerved someone was a treat in and of itself, but when she saw just how much it was an added bonus. The lopsided grin curled across her features as she looked at the dark haired man who she'd come to enjoy. "You going to keep up this whole tall dark and handsome charade?" She splayed her fingers dramatically before bringing the bottle to her lips for a drink. "I mean, ya kissed me... You've been following me yet you're going to stay mum about what's going on in that incredibly sexy head of yours." She sat on the edge of the bar as she crossed her legs and the heel of her boot resting on the stool.
It had been one of those hellish type of days, let alone the fact that she found herself in the georgia heat. Ember and sun didn't exactly mix which made her mood just that much more volitile. Shane was sure lucky she liked him as much as she did as she pushed the doors of the King County sheriff's office open and made her way inside. She figured that she'd surprise him with a visit, something she always said she'd do since it was so easy for her to travel. Knee-high black suede boots clacked rather noisily on the floor as she made her way to the front desk. Ember was tiny, but she held a big presence and the clerk at the desk gave her a wide eyed look. She definitely didn't fit in with good southern values with her low cut top and shorter than necessary skirt. The looks didn't bother her and she just brushed it off. "Where is Shane Walsh's desk?" Her voice held a slight contraldo tone as the woman pointed her in the right direction silently. "Thanks, love." She grabbed a sucker from the bowl and made her way back. Typically she probably wouldn't be allowed, but being a demon had its perks. Cat calls and whistles followed her until she saw him and silded up to the side of his desk before slipping onto the edge and crossing her legs. "Surprise, pookums." The grin flashed across her features.
