Warnings— smut, soft pierre, unprotected sex, p in v, called little slut once, not proofread
Summary - you get home late and drained from the day, and Pierre has an idea to make you relax.
Note - I’m still new to writing smut so probably not good, also this is requested by two people that wanted pierre gasly smuts but lost the request thing. Also feel free to request been getting lots of pierre and max.
You sighed tiredly coming into shared apartment with your boyfriend pierre, you had a rough day at the publishing company, you being the manager been so many people come to you for advice or to check there work. It was draining.
Despite your drain and tried behaviour you couldn’t help but quickly take your shoes off and sprint to your shared bedroom to see your loving boyfriend.
“ hey sweet girl” pierre softly says to you laying in bed with no shirt on, he opens his arm inviting you in them which you didn’t hesitate to jump into.
You and pierre have been dating for nearly 4 years now, you and pierre met in a club. Pierre immediately being memorised by your sweet nature and big bright doe eyes, he knew he had to have you.
“ baby you ok” he questioned you worriedly, usually you would be talking his ear off which he adores but instead of doing that you were laying contently in his arms tracing shapes on his chest not being your bubbly self. “ hm I’m fine, just long day” you whispered softly, pecking his chest. You rest your chin on his hard tan chest staring up at him with your naturally innocent doe eyes.
Pierre breath hitched, god your doe eyes are going to be the death of him. Nothing more fills him with proud than knowing he was your first and hopefully last. You were scared at first that he didn’t like that you weren’t experienced in sex and would ditch you, though what you weren’t expecting when you told him you were a virgin was him to look at you with complete adoration and lust.
He was ecstatic he was going to be your first.
Telling you that he would teach you, now he’s turned you into a needy girl that needed his attention 24/.
You hid your smirk seeing the affect you have on him, you lean into him brushing your soft, rosy lips against his ones teasingly. He tried to kiss you but you moved your head back letting the smirk play on your lips, he huffed looking at you a little bit sternly “ behave” he warned you pinning you to his chest, you turned into a submissive puddle letting him grab your chin and kiss you. You moan into the feeling him placing his hands on your ass squeezing it.
He took advantage of that and stuck his tongue in your mouth, kissing you more heatly flipping you so he’s on top of you. You were too distracted by his lips on yours that you didn’t notice him peeling off your work dress. How you didn’t notice him taking your dress for was a mystery, maybe it was because of the lust that clouded your brain like a gloomy day.
He saw you loosing your breathe from making out with you, so begrudgingly he lefted your lips, admiring how puffy and abused your lips were from him attacking from with his. “ you look so fucking hot right now, ma vie” he said, racking his eyes over your now bare body looking at him breathless.
“ please pierre, please I need you badly” the throb between your legs getting painful, if you needed to beg to get a release that you would to it.
“ tsk, so needy” he teased, slowly removing his grey sweats. You gulped, your doe eyes widening seeing his thick, rock hard penis. Doesn’t matter how many times you have seen it you will never get over how thick it is. “ look at that, your so wet that I don’t even need to prep you, so wet for me my little slut”
You whimpered when he taps your swollen clit with his angry red tip, he eases into you slipping in easily from how wet you were. “ oh god pierre” you moaned wrapping your hands to loop around his neck. “ fuck this pussy was made for me” pierre moaned lowly, slowly but deeply thrusting into you.
He picked up his pace encouraged by your sweet little moans. “f—fuck, faster please” you moan looking at him through your eyelashes knowing that’s his weakness. “ fuck baby, your so fucking tight” pierre growled suddenly pounding into you, both of your moans clashing together. Your grip on his neck tightened feeling your high coming soon. He places his forehead against yours his high approaching also.
“ you gonna cum?” He asked you, you could barley smirk so you nodded. “ tell me who owns this pussy, my sweet girl?” He says his hand suddenly rubbing your clit fast making you screech from the slight overbearing pleasure. “ you pierre, you!” You scream cumming when he hits that the spot. Pierre moans loudly cumming in you, “ fuckkk” he drawled sliding out of you gently. Immediately rushing to the bathroom to get a wipe, he wipes you gently but couldn’t help but moan seeing his cum dripping out of you.
He praised you while finishing cleaning you up saying things like “ my good girl” you took me so well cherie” gorgeous girl”
He got back into bed with you, pulling you into his side so you could rest your head in the side of his neck. He grab the remote and turned in your comfort show on the tv. “ my sweet little girl” he kissed your head twice where it was now laying on his shoulder watching your comfort show with a soft smile playing on your lips.
Pairing- Rook & Emmrich Volkarin {Mostly towards the middle & end}
TW- implied/mentioned: animal abuse (dog), dog accidentally choking on a marble; depicted: couples argument, PTSD, stray dog finding a home and safety, scared dog, aggressive dog, starving dog, flirting and some "immodest" touching ; genre: 50/50 sad and fluff, sad with happy ending, silly, cute.
Description-
Hewwo! This is a short sad & fluffy piece I wrote on Rook Mercar taming and adopting the angry dog that keeps barking outside of the dog crates in Dock Town.
Done as part of a Rook Story Prompt Ask Game on Tumblr! {This Ask Game Prompt was: 12. Rook making a new friend.}
Ask Game Here
PS. The gods of fanfic decided I had to write this one first @ofcrowsanddragons so I hope you enjoy hehe! <3 /lh
Word count- 2.3k
Read on AO3: Here!
~ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR VEILGUARD BELOW ~
"C'mon girl, I won't hurt you… promise."
A low growl emanated from the mutt's chest as it widened it's stance and slowly backed up into the open cage behind it. She bared her teeth in a rage fuelled defiance, ignoring the tired man's best attempts at calming her.
"Hissera… it's been days, you need to eat something." Az sighed, trying his best to keep his voice steady so he didn't stress the Mabari out any further.
"Rook," a low voice warned, "We're going to be late for the meetin'-"
"I know, I know…" The taller man huffed slightly, slowly raising from his knees before turning to face his friend. "But it's been days Tarquin-"
"And she's survived this long hasn't she? I'm sure she'll find somethin' herself."
The Mabari's low growl seemed to stutter slightly at that, a glint of fear now noticable in her pupils.
Rook continued to stare at Hissera, searching the animals features for a sign of reconsideration, but sure enough the Mabari's growl seemed to return back to full force just moments later. With no other choice, Az simply gave a resigned head shake and slowly followed his fellow Shadow Dragon out of the alley.
~
"Hissera~ I have a treat for you~" Az sang, attempting to rouse the Mabari awake with his loud & extremely out of tune singing.
The dog's instinct to growl was stopped almost instantly by the smell that accompanied Rook's entrance. He seemed to be waving a carton of something that smelled practically heavenly to the half starved dog, so heavenly that it actually convinced her to leave the kennel again in an attempt to inspect the scent.
Taking note of the mutts interest, Rook slowly placed the carton down on the ground and pulled the lid back to reveal it's amazingly tempting contents: a large platter of fish sticks from Hal's stall {taken off the stick of course}.
Hissera had been offered it countless times before of course, particularly from Rook and a few passers by. Though she was always weary of the offer, fearing what may be lurking in it's contents. So, instead of taking the offer as she always desperately wanted to, she would hold her ground and simply continue to growl until the person offering would give up & leave.
Unfortunately {or fortunately depending on how you looked at it}, this time it seemed like she had reached her limit on denying food, as her mouth began to salivate & chip at her already wavering resolve.
Maybe… just this once. Surely, a small bit of poisoning had to be better than her current existence of mind numbing solitude and slow starvation?
Slowly creeping forward, Hissera felt the all too familiar pangs of intense hunger ricochet through her stomach once more, the smell of the fish seemingly making the pain harder to ignore. Luckily the pain did dull and eventually even subsided fully once she quickly scarfed the offering of food down, somewhat fearful that it might disappear if she took too long.
Rook watched the Mabari with a small smile, though a glint of sadness was also evident in his stare.
It had been weeks since Az first noticed the creatures thinning frame & tired eyes that seemed to grow more exhausted by the day. Even her barking had grown less sure of itself as her anger slowly twisted into fear, as if she was starting to realise her days may be numbered if she kept refusing help.
He'd tried time & time again to get her to accept even a small piece of food from him, but each time she reacted as if he was trying to attack her… did she think he was trying to attack her?
What horrible things had she been forced to endure for her to become this hesitant to accept help?
Before he could spend too much time lost in his thoughts, Az was pulled back to his surroundings by the feeling of something wet against his hand. When he looked back down, he noticed the Mabari gently sniffing his hand curiously as she stared up at him, eyes full of hesitancy & concern. Luckily, they also seemed to be filled with a good portion of hope & friendliness.
She was clearly conflicted about something, probably about whether she should trust Rook or not.
The Shadow Dragon chose to stay still, letting the dog handle their exchange on her own terms which thankfully seemed like the right decision as after a few minutes like this, she started grinding her face against his hand in a surprisingly clear effort to get some pets.
Az happily obliged, running his hand through her fur, only being stopped when he reached some matting at the back of her neck. Despite the snag, she still seemed somewhat content, her tail wagging slightly though her eyes still focused on Az's, open & watchful.
~
"What, pray-tell are we meant to do with a dog, Rook?" Emmrich questioned, slight irritation colouring his tone. "And an aggressive one, at that?"
Az winced a little at Emmrichs tone, before glancing over at the Mabari who was quietly growling from behind one of their armchairs. The younger mage mulled over his lovers questions for a few seconds while he ran a hand through his hair nervously.
"She's not… that aggressive…?" Was all he could muster, pathetic as it was.
"She is quite literally growling at Manfred. Manfred." Emmrich retorted, pointing back to where Manfred was waving excitedly at the very unimpressed dog.
"She's growling at us all actually," Az interjected, though the scowl Emmrich shot back made him quickly realise that he wasn't quite making the best case he could here.
"Look… I- I know it's not ideal Kadan, but… Hissera was hungry and shivering and she looks like such a shell of a Mabari… she needs help."
Emmrich paused momentarily, leaving a silence in the air between the two men that all but spiked the Qunari's anxiety to the damn fade and back.
"Oh Spirits preserve me Az… you've named her?" The necromancer whispered.
Rook simply stared back, a shy and nervous look etched into his features as he tried to find the words- any words that would help make Emmrich understand why he needed to do this.
"I know this looks bad- but seeing her… it reminded me of…" the words caught in his throat, just like it always did when he tried to speak about his time in Solas' damned prison. "Em… I know what it's like to be scared and hungry and alone and just desperate for someone to help- when I saw her…"
"Dearest…" Emmrich interrupted, the last of his willpower dwindling at the sight of his Rook looking so upset, "If you can keep her from hurting anyone then… I suppose we can keep her. For now at least."
Relief flooded through Rook's body, his eyes lighting up in excitement as he lunged at Emmrich, swinging his arms around the gentleman's shoulders & pulling him into the tightest hug possible.
"Thank you Amatus, I promise I will figure this out."
~
It had taken 6 months, a few incidents & many, many training sessions but, the newest addition of the Mercar-Volkarin household seemed to finally be settling into a mostly aggression free existence.
The adjustment was difficult, what with her trying to guard Rook constantly; her insistence on growling at random passerby's & of course her tendency to steal random bones from around the Necropolis whenever they weren't staying at their Dock Town residence. But, it was a well earned adjustment that filled Az with an unexpected, somewhat fatherly pride that he had only felt once prior when Manfred set a noble's cloak on fire.
Despite people assuring Az that he could cool it on the training, he made sure to do a refresher at least once a week to ensure that he didn't run the risk of Hissera & Manfred arguing again. Being mindful of each other had really helped the duo's relationship blossom into a close sibling like friendship and it would kill Az if they lost that.
"Okay Hissera," Rook started with a slightly ill fitting, yet still attention grabbing sternness to his voice. "Now, what do we do if Manfred keeps pushing your fur in the wrong direction?"
A low, semi quiet growl began to rumble out from Hissera as she backed away from Manfred, whom was watching intently & cautiously.
"That's great sweetheart," Rook then turned to face Manfred who was still stood only a few feet away from the Mabari. "Now, Manfred, what do we do when Hissera does that?"
Manfred raised his hands in the air, in a clear "I'm not gonna hurt you" motion as he backed away with an apologetic hiss. The motion caused Hissera's growling to slowly come to a stop as her hackles lowered from defensive position to a much calmer one.
"Great job Imekari!" Rook cheered, gently tossing a dog treat in Hissera's direction & a small marble in Manfred's. The pair whined & hissed happily as they began to distract themselves with their respective prizes.
"Wonderful job Dearest," a familiar voice rang out from behind Az, filling his chest with a brilliant warmth that he was sure he would never get enough of.
"Thanks Em," he responded happily, turning to face his lover.
"I will admit," Emmrich started, glancing over at the newest addition to their little family momentarily. The sight of Hissera & Manfred pushing the marble around between them brought a small smile to his face. "I didn't think it possible to get her this well adjusted so quickly."
"Rude." Az teased, "In case you've forgotten, I am the animal whisperer of Dock Town."
"Clearly," Emmrich chuckled, shaking his head incredulously. "You would think I'd learn to expect nothing short of perfection from you my Dear."
The words sent a rush of heat to Rook's cheeks, causing him to glance away sheepishly as a blush began to creep up his neck. Before he could look away for too long though, Emmrich's hand cupped his cheek & forced Az to face him again. A rush of butterflies began to form at the pit of his stomach as he stared back at the gorgeous man before him.
"Y-yeah… you should've." Az stuttered pathetically, desperately trying to think of a playful retort but coming up short due to the sudden proximity of his lover's body to his.
"Thankfully, it's a wonderful lesson to revisit: I always adore seeing you out do yourself my Dear." Emmrich whispered, finding himself quite enamoured by how embarrassed Rook was getting. So enamoured in fact, that he lent in slightly, just enough so their lips were near touching, but not quite.
"How do you always know what to say?" Rook murmured back, his lids half closed and throat growing drier by the second. A well of passion slowly began to burn at the pit of his stomach, pushing past the prior embarrassment he felt at just how much the Mortalitasi could affect him years into their relationship.
"I have a wonderful Muse," Emmrich breathed out against Rook's lips, leaning in a little further to brush their lips against one anothers.
Unfortunately {or fortunately depending on how you looked at it}, before the pair could continue any further, they were abruptly dragged back to reality by a hissing Manfred & a hacking Hissera.
She'd swallowed the damn marble.
~
Thankfully, it only took half an hour of panic & a quick regurgitation spell to get the marble out of Hissera and into the trash.
"Please never do that again," Rook chided as he stared down at the guiltiest looking Mabari he had ever laid eyes on. A few moments passed before he groaned and crouched down to gently stroke the top of her head. "You're lucky I had to learn that spell back at the circle. Do you know how expensive emergency vets are?"
Hissera stayed quiet, staring up at Rook with the absolute biggest and wettest eyes she could muster. The last few months of living with Rook had taught her well, if Az's immediate caving was anything to go off.
"Maker, you have no right to look that cute." He mumbled, scratching behind the Mabari's ear adoringly.
"I could say the same to you, Dearest," Emmrich chuckled from the staircase, forcing the blush from earlier to shoot back up to Rook's cheeks like no time had passed at all. "I'm going to bed, would you care to join me?"
Az glanced back up at the man, his mouth gaping for a moment as the offer seemed to cause his mind to go a little fuzzy with the returning, creeping desire he had felt a little less than an hour ago.
"I-I'll be right up," Rook eventually squeaked out as his eyes lingered on Emmrich's lips.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Emmrich's lips as he turned to make his way up the stairs, making sure to swing his hips in the way he knew drove Rook wild. A choice that proved quite effective as the younger mage was left swallowing thickly, a heat slowly re-forming in the pit of his stomach which prompted him to quickly address their defacto children once more.
"No more marbles, okay?" Az sighed, interrupted by a petulant whine from the Mabari. "Nu-uh. Anymore complaining & I won't stop Manfred next time he tries to pick you up."
A slight grumble left Hissera's throat, though after a few seconds of registering Rooks words she simply nodded before resting her head on one of the Rooks hands.
"Good"," Az, chuckled as he gave a gentle scratch to her chin. "Now have fun and please be safe you two." Rook warned as he stood up & quickly made his way up the stairs. The noise of a happy skeleton's hiss and a dogs paws trodding along on the wooden flooring, bringing a small smile to his face.
Square Filled: Rejected Claim
Ship: Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader
Rating : Mature
A/N: this was requested by @kalesrebellion hope it hits all your angsty and fluffy dreams!
Warnings: 18+ NSFW, abo dynamics, marking, knotting, rut, ANGST
Request: Alright I’m feeling angsty but also fluffy so I’m going pick your rejected claim square (my backup would be the fear kink) with my favorite Winchester Dean #knotforlove break my heart if you want (but please put some masking tape on it at the end if you do lol)
Word Count: 523
Created for @spnabobingo.
“What the HELL, Winchester!” You screamed at the alpha behind you as you reached back and put a hand over the bleeding bite mark on your neck.
“I-I’m sorry,” Dean cursed in somewhat of a daze and, began to pull out of you. “Shit, sorry.”
“Mhm, So I guess we’re stuck here for a hot minute.” You sighed. When you had gone into rut on this hunt, being knotted and claimed by Dean Winchester, had not been part of the plan. You leaned forward onto your one arm, holding your neck and feeling the blood against your fingers.
“Please,” Dean’s fingers brushed against yours, “Let me finish that so you stop bleeding.”
“No!” You flinched away from his touch. “I didn’t want this.” You sobbed. Your heart shattered as you realized what this all meant. “I don’t want to be yours!”
“I-’Mega, I’m sorry.” He grabbed around your waist and pulled you back so that you were sitting on his lap.
“Don’t call me that,” You sniffed.
“I mean it could be worse. At least I’m a hunter, too.” Dean let his fingers trail down your arm. You hate how your body responded to him.
“I’m in love with someone else, Dean,” You sighed as you realized your alpha wasn’t understanding what was wrong with you.
“Wait, but,” His whole body stilled under you. “I thought true mates loved each other no matter what?” The tremble in his voice was the only thing that betrayed how he felt about you.
“Well, apparently not,” He knot had loosened enough and you pulled yourself away from Dean. “Look, I’m gonna go take a shower. I think you should leave.” You couldn’t look at him. What you were doing was cruel, and you knew it. You’re heart hurt, and worse, your soul hurt as if you were ripping fabric.
“You got it, sweetheart.” Dean bit out the words, harshly and left. You got in the shower and cried on the floor, as the water against the mark on your neck healed slower than usual.
“Hey, you okay?” Sam called through the door some unknown time later. The water in the shower had gone cold but you refused to move. You didn’t answer, couldn’t. Not Sam.
The door into the bathroom clicked open, as you assumed Sam picked the pathetic lock.
“Hey, it’s okay, Omega.” Sam had gotten into the shower and wrapped his body around yours, keeping you warm from the cold water. “Don’t punish yourself for something that is not your fault.”
“I didn’t want Dean to be my true mate. What we have is special, I wanted it to be you,” the tears flooded you again.
“Shh, You know that Dean and I are brothers,” He held his face close to the mark from Dean. It still hadn’t finished it slow bleed. He licked at it gently, and you felt a twinge of arousal in your belly. “And we share everything.” Sam’s low voice rumbled against your skin, and you turned to look at him quickly.
“You mean, If I’m Dean’s mate, then I’m your mate too?” You asked, hope in sight.
description: (M/n) has become the star of the college volleyball team, but with it he ditances himself from all his relationships. Including his boyfriend Hoseok. On their two year anniversary, Hoseok decides to finally confront him on it.
a/n: i could not figure out a title for this one all day so i decided to make it the main song i listened to while writing this. there’s a bit more cursing in this one than normal, but i hope you guys enjoy!
When Hoseok met (M/n) at his college orientation, he knew he was going to fall hard. Even his friends Namjoon and Yoongi noticed it, both mentioning how Hoseok seemed to be infatuated with him. The two talked daily for about a month before (M/n) surprised Hoseok with flowers after one of Hoseok’s classes, asking him to be his boyfriend. Things were perfect.
Atleast, they were until (M/n) became the star of the Volleyball team.
(M/n) entered the college under a scholarship for Volleyball, so he had been on this course long before Hoseok entered his life, but Hoseok could understand that. Hoseok even supported him wholeheartedly, he and his friends going to every single match they could. But when the pressure of being the best fell on (M/n), Hoseok began to understand less and less as (M/n) began to skip out on dates and talk to Hoseok less often in favor of random practices.. Hoseok couldn’t even go to see him at his practices due to being deemed too much of a distraction.
So to say he was frustrated when, on their two year anniversary, (M/n) once again had stood him up was a massive understatement. He had said just as much to Yoongi when he walked into his dorm. “I have tried to be understanding, Yoon, but this is just ridiculous!”
“Have you told him you’ve been feeling like this?” Yoongi questioned as he turned away from his computer. “I agree that he shouldn’t be treating you like this, especially on your anniversary, but maybe he just doesn’t realize what he’s doing?”
“I don’t even see him often enough to mention it.” Hoseok sighed, sitting down on Yoongi’s bed. “By the time we see each other again I just feel so happy to see him again that I don’t think about it…”
“Well, go tell him now then while you still feel those emotions.” Yoongi shrugged, turning back to his computer. “By now everyone else has gone home, so he’s gotta be there by himself practicing.”
“You know what, I will!” Hoseok huffed as he stood, grabbing his jacket as he headed for the door.
As Hoseok approached the gym he could hear the faint sound of shoes squeaking against the floor. As he reached for the door handle, he happened to peek through the window of the door and noticed that Yoongi was right. (M/n) was practicing by himself and looked absolutely exhausted. Hoseok’s hand gripped the door handle a bit tighter before he swung it open, (M/n) not even turning to see who had entered. “I swear I’ll be done soon, I just gotta get this spike down-”
“Are we going to do something then, or are you gonna leave me hanging again?” Hoseok huffed, letting the door shut on its own as he crossed his arms. (M/n) turned around then, a shocked expression clear on his face even from across the gym. “Did you even remember it’s our anniversary?”
“...Shit…” (M/n) sighed out, walking over to pick up the volleyball. “Hoseok I’m sorry-”
“Are you though?” Hoseok could feel a tightness beginning to form in his chest as he realized that (M/n) did forget about him. “Because even if it wasn’t our anniversary you wouldn’t have made time to come see me or even talk to me!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” (M/n) questioned as he set the ball down next to his bag, walking over to where Hoseok stood.
“It means I’m sick and tired of having a ghost for a boyfriend.” Hoseok uncrossed his arms to toss his hands up in the air a bit before letting them drop. “I barely can get a text from you most days. I don’t even feel like I actually have a boyfriend anymore!”
“Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much but coach-”
“I swear to God, (M/n), if you make up some bullshit excuse about the coach pressuring you I will walk out of this gym.” Hoseok could feel how tense he was getting, only feeling a little bit of regret when (M/n) flinched at his harshness.. “You could make time for me before, I don’t understand how things could change so quickly.”
“It’s not as simple as just making time, Seok.” (M/n) groaned out, running his fingers through his hair. “I have way more pressure on me now to be the best that I can, if I slip up for just one day then that could cost us a game.”
“I understand you’re under a lot of pressure, but for fucks sake (M/n) that doesn’t mean you should work yourself so hard that you end up throwing away your friends!”
“You do the same thing when you have a major dance competition coming up! None of us will see or hear from you for weeks, and then after the competition passes it’s all back to normal!” (M/n) was obviously trying to find a defense, but Hoseok could tell he knew better.
“Like you said. After the competition is done, it’s back to normal.” Hoseok’s voice was much quieter now as the anger faded, sadness taking its place. “But it’s been months, (M/n). You’ve been like this since the end of last season, and the next one isn’t even close to starting! Is winning that important to you that you have to run yourself into the ground months before the first match?!”
Both of them went silent after that, Hoseok breathing a bit heavily as he attempted to calm down. “You’re right…” (M/n)’s face had dropped as he whispered, turning his head away from Hoseok. “I guess I didn’t realize…” Hoseok could hear the watery tone to (M/n)’s voice, knowing he was close to tears. “I’m sorry, Hoseok.”
“Hey, look at me.” Hoseok took a few steps forward to gently cup (M/n)’s cheeks as he turned his head. “I know you want to be the best, but instead of striving for something you created in your own mind try to see what you actually are. You don’t need to work to be the best, because you’re already an amazing player. You have a group of friends who love you and care about you so much, and we already know you’re the best.”
“I really don’t deserve you.” (M/n) sniffled, resting his head on Hoseok’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around him.
“Don’t say such a silly thing like that,” Hoseok smiled softly, wrapping his arms around (M/n) as well. “We both have our faults, I should’ve brought this up sooner. I’m just glad you were willing to take it to heart.”
“I’m sorry for treating you and our friends so poorly, though… And for ruining our anniversary…” (M/n) rested his forehead on Hoseok’s shoulder, taking a deep breath as Hoseok pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his head.
“The day’s not over yet, we can still go do something. Get dinner, go to an arcade, then maybe end the night with some movies at my place?” Hoseok hummed out, his mood much lighter.
“Can I shower first?” (M/n) laughed softly, pulling away a bit. “I’m surprised you’re even this close to me, I probably smell horrible.”
“You’ve smelled worse.” Hoseok teased, laughing at (M/n)’s offended expression. “Yes, you can shower first.”
“You’re so cruel to me.” (M/n) laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead before jogging to grab his bag and ball.
“Yeah, but you love me.” Hoseok grinned, leaning against the wall as he watched him.
Cullen Rutherford has never danced in his life, so when a situation arises where it would be required of him, he decides to be proactive and learn. With Alistair’s recommendation, he books a set of private lessons with Ellana Lavellan, hoping it would be enough to make him survive what he considers hell. What he doesn’t expect is to become attracted to his lovely dance instructor.
Cullavellan || Modern AU || 2,860 words || Read on AO3 || Read from the start
Excerpt:
Ellana wasn't sure how long she stayed in Cullen's embrace, but once her mind cleared enough and her crying subsided, embarrassment took up residence. She usually prided herself on being a strong, self-sufficient woman, so the fact that she let this man see her like this mortified her to no end. She slowly extracted herself from his arms and decided to brave looking up and into his eyes – he still had that soft, worried look about him, which made her heart stumble. She sniffled and did her best to wipe her face dry.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I don't usually cry onto my clients’ shirts.”
Cullen huffed a small laugh and his eyes softened even more.
“I don't mind it; it’s laundry day tomorrow,” he said, clearly trying to lighten the mood with a joke.
So, in the Blackmail AU Ladybug and Chat Noir relationship get rocky?
-Ladybug starts getting on Chat noir’s case for being late to akuma.
-Chat noir apologies but he can’t really help the situation he is in.
-This results in a fight, which ends with Chat noir spouting.
-”BECAUSE MY SECRET IDENTITY IS KNOWN!”
-Ladybug froze.
-Chat noir said he didn’t have time and ran off.
-Ladybug was now worried for her cat partner.
-Lila has become SO much worse with Adrien at her beck and Call.
-She basically has him around her finger, she hasn’t kissed him on the mouth yet. She wants that to be a spectacle.
-Adrien is looking more and more miserable.
-Marinette confronts Lila. Telling her that Adrien is clearly Miserable.
-”He is not, he is completely in love with me. Isn’t that right Adrien.”
-Adrien doesn’t say anything.
-Lila pulls out her phone.
-”Isn’t.That.Right. Adrien?” She repeats herself.
-Its just her, Marinette and him.
-Adrien looks at Lila and at Marinette.
-”I ….I…. I love….” Adrien clearly trying to force himself to say it.
-He couldn’t do it.
-”Please don’t make me lie.” he pleas.
-Marinette sees the shock on Lila’s face and uses it to snag her phone. She runs.
-Lila chases her.
-Marinette trying to crack Lila’s password to go in and delete whatever dirt she has on Adrien.
-”Give my phone back you rotten thief!”
-Lila gives chase and Adrien running behind.
-Marinette gets in and looks through Lila’s photos, on the side deleting all of the ones with her and Adrien together (He looked so miserable in them)
-”Found it! its…” She paused. Stopping her momentum causing Lila to crash into her, the phone slides and lands right in front of a door which swings open, sending the phone flying until Adrien caught it.
“Great catch.” Lila says as she gets up. “Now hand my phone back.”
Adrien looks at her, a soft smile on his face. Marinette thought he was gonna give her the phone back.
“Consider yourself dumped.” He pulls a Gorilla and breaks the phone.
Lila screamed, she was furious.
“I know the truth, it doesn’t matter! I will tell everyone. You won’t get a moments peace.”
Adrien looked at her.
“So no different then being forced to date you.”
Lila huffs and leaves.
Marinette looks at Adrien. She could see that despite the fact that Lila was probably gonna blab his secret, he seemed relieved.
“You saw the truth didn’t you.” He asked.
“Yea…”
“Thank you Marinette, if you didn’t confront her. I don’t think I would have even tried to break free. I was wrong about what I said, I shouldn’t have let Lila get away with what she has for so long. When she started blackmailing me, I was scared of people finding out, that it would make me a liability to Ladybug. But I was already one like this…. I wish I could tell her.”
Marinette walked over to Adrien. She gives him a hug.
(Just some angst and a protective Crowley *salutes*)
As a principality, Aziraphale wasn't in charge of much. And before God's creation of the earth, there really wasn't much to be in charge of.
This meant two things.
Firstly, that Aziraphale, while enjoying being in God's Grace, did not have many connections with other angels. Try as he might, he found he much rather enjoyed sticking by himself, his imagination blooming stories in his mind. (Books had not been invented yet, after all.)
And secondly, Aziraphale had a lot of time to watch. He rather enjoyed this. Nothing could quite beat the sight of thousands of joyful angels bustling about. However, when he could, he stole glances at one particular angel that shone more than any other in his eyes.
For one thing, he quite literally did shine, most angels with a higher ranking did, but the object of Aziraphale's infatuation seemed to him a blinding light - beautiful to gaze upon, but causing one's chest to tighten with unidentified emotions.
It wasn't as if he sought the other angel out, he certainly did not want to come across as sketchy. (Could angels even be sketchy?) But that didn't stop Aziraphale from instead seeking out... convenient reasons for the two of them to be in the same vicinity.
He was there for the revealing of the star cluster the angel had helped build. He was there for all of the angel's fascinating talks on his hopes for the earth soon-to-be. He was there for the angel's small get togethers where he simply played music with the other angels. (He had begun working on a new instrument. The harp, he'd decided, lacked excitement.)
These were never planned events, of course, and yet Aziraphale never missed a one. He told himself that the feelings inside of him were purely admiration, nothing more. After all, what else could it be?
But then, it happened. Something was off. Hoards of angels who were previously filled with joy and exaltation began to second guess, asking questions. Questions Aziraphale had always held but had never given voice to. Questions that tipped the balance of trust, hostility breaking out between those who asked and those who tried to silence.
And, oh, Aziraphale knew he should choose a side, he knew that, but to choose a side seemed too... permanent. It terrified him.
His heart ached to see that even that brilliant light he had been chasing was trying to make peace, not quite fitting on either side, but unwilling to see his comrades split in this way. Aziraphale took comfort in this, feeling a little less alone. But because his light had spoken out, he was grouped in with the questioners and his side was chosen for him. So Aziraphale stayed quiet, a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.
As a final test, every angel was told to line up and state where their loyalties lied. The whole ordeal put Aziraphale into a great state of panic, causing him to slip away to his usual hideaway, knowing fully well they had a list and that he would be called upon at some point.
Aziraphale exhaled quietly, sitting down softly next to a tree.
"You too, eh?" A voice sounded next to Aziraphale, causing him to jump in surprise.
"Oh- oh dear," Aziraphale said frantically. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize someone else was-" He stopped short. The face he saw in front of him caused his heart to hammer loudly inside of his chest. His shine was duller than normal, but Aziraphale wouldn't mistake him for the world.
"Nah, 's alright," the angel said. "I could use some company right about now."
Aziraphale shifted nervously. "What about the uh-" He didn't finish, but he sensed he had been understood.
"The sorting," the angel replied, smiling a bit sadly. "Seems hardly worth it, at this point. Because of my big mouth, I doubt they'd even believe me if I said I was loyal to this place. I don't even know if I truly am. I have so many questions. Maybe if I just got some answers, I'd know where I stood."
"Some things," Aziraphale commented quietly, "aren't for us to know."
"You really believe that?" he asked with a slight smile, the question itself sounding truly genuine. "You're a better angel than I am, I suppose."
"Oh, heavens no, my dear, I didn't mean-" Aziraphale's voice caught in his throat. He had just called the angel he admired most "my dear," and he felt a very sudden urge to flee. But the angel's gaze stilled him.
"You're a very quaint fellow, aren't you?"
Aziraphale let out the air he'd been holding in his lungs. "Well, yes... Yes, I suppose I am." They both chuckled together lightly.
"You know, I..." Aziraphale began quietly. "I've had so many questions, too... I just wish I was brave enough to ask them... like you."
"I don't know if I would call what I've done brave," the angel confessed. "Perhaps I'm simply too curious. I don't regret asking them. At least now I know it's near impossible to find anyone who will compromise. It just feels like I'm caught in the-"
"Middle?" Aziraphale asked, his voice taking an almost desperate tone.
"Yes..." he replied with a sad sparkle in his golden eyes that caused a lump to form in Aziraphale's throat.
The two sat and talked for what felt like ages. (The concept of time was not something they really thought about.) Aziraphale found a kindred spirit in the angel he had so admired for as long as he could remember. He felt as though he could tell him anything and be understood completely. It was something he had never experienced before.
"Aziraphale," a stern voice called suddenly, breaking the two out of their trance. They looked up to see one of the archangels who was emitting a light so bright that it hurt Aziraphale's eyes, so unlike the soft and inviting brightness of his new, dare he say it, friend.
"Are you perhaps with him?" the archangel asked, his tone causing Aziraphale to curl his wings in on himself. But not in fear, it was a new feeling to him, anger.
"He's not," the angel next to him declared defensively. "Ahh," his voice took on a new sound, one entirely different from the soft and kind one he'd used with Aziraphale. "I tried to convert him to our side, but he just wouldn't budge. Real loyal, that one. Lucky to have him."
The chill that creeped down Aziraphale's spine was threatening and unlike anything he'd felt before. Was that whole talk-
But the angel turned to him with a sad and protective smile. You're a good angel, the expression seemed to say. Don't get stuck with a crowd that doesn't deserve you.
And Aziraphale understood, and the chill he'd felt was replaced with a sinking feeling, and oh, how he wished his blasted tongue would speak, advocate for the only angel, he'd felt, appreciated and understood what he said, no matter how stupid or blasphemous it sounded.
But he found himself frozen by an unknown force, desperately pleading with his eyes for the angel to reconsider, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. He had already decided, and there was little else Aziraphale felt he could do.
"Get away from him!" The archangel's wings flared angrily at his beautiful light, causing Aziraphale's heart to reach its breaking point.
"'Course, 'course," his angel said, his mouth turned up in a frighteningly mischievous grin. "Should be heading back now, huh?"
"Come with me, questioner," the archangel ignored him, gesturing to the small cove's exit threateningly.
"Right, peace be with you and all that, I'm coming."
The archangel let out a slight growl before turning on his heels, giving one last look at both of them before exiting.
"Suppose I'd rather be off then," the angel said quietly. Aziraphale felt his throat constrict. It was unfair, this angel hadn't done anything wrong, why did he have to pay for what others had done? He felt tears threaten to leave his eyes before a gentle hand came to brush them away. "None of that, I don't deserve the tears of someone as pure as you."
"Maybe you don't need to deserve them," Aziraphale replied almost in a whisper, those words being all he could manage to say.
The angel chuckled. "Well, guess I ought to say thank you, then, huh?" He placed his hand on Aziraphale's head before getting up to leave, sparing one last glance behind him. "Oh, and Angel?" Aziraphale looked up through bleary eyes. "I'll shine as bright as I can, so look out for me, huh?"
And with that, he was gone, leaving Aziraphale in the silence that he was used to but that felt horribly empty now.
The angel hadn't been lying, for not long after that, the roar of fighting had ended and Aziraphale watched as a multitude of former angels fell from the heights of heaven. And in their midst, a light stronger than any Aziraphale had ever seen blazed like a comet, a beautiful incomparable explosion of an archangel's last defiance, going out in style even when he was losing so much in the process.
Aziraphale brought his hands up to his face, choking out a sob as he willed one last blessing to reach what had been his only solace in this suddenly unmerciful and empty palace. The brightness that he'd once found beautiful was now too much, making his head hurt, and all he wished to do was see those soft golden eyes once more.
I'll find the middle ground, he thought firmly. I'll find you there again, my dear.
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"Angel," Crowley called out, concern lacing his voice.
Aziraphale looked up sleepily. "Yes, my dear?"
"Are you okay? You were staring at my eyes for ages. Are you crying?"
"Mmm," Aziraphale acknowledged softly. "Just slipped into a memory I suppose. You really are a softie, aren't you?"
Crowley scoffed at that, sitting back in his chair, but Aziraphale thought he saw a brightness in the demon's golden eyes that brought a gentle smile to his face.
"How about dinner?" Aziraphale offered, sitting up to look at Crowley properly in his slouched position.
"Your treat?"
A laugh escaped the angel's mouth. "Very well. Oh, and Crowley?"
Crowley looked across the coffee table as he stood up. "Yes, Angel?"
A/N: Inspired by THIS image crafted by the talented @lulidrafts 😍 Thank you for your continuous blessings of fantastic art🙏❤🙏
Also, Biker Masa makes an appearance.
Title inspired by @notsafefortum-blr and @mineko811
Thank you @ikemenfics for beta reading!
TW: Angst!! Train accident, Likeness of real tragedy/stress.
~☆~
Kenshin hated the lounge’s coffee vending machine. It was far too sweet for his taste-- even when he selected ‘black’-- but it was better than nothing since his usual favorite brand was the one item on the grocery list he had forgotten to pick up.
He hated the breakroom. Always loud. Always clustered. Like now, there was a large group crowded around someone's tablet propped up on the table. But they were different today. They were quiet, whispering to themselves like ghosts. Even looked like ghosts with ashen faces drained of color, faces he recognized from his department that should be at work.
“What's going on?”
Several of the group brazenly shushed him without their eyes ever leaving the screen.
“Kenshin!”
He knew that voice. At least, he knew it under normal circumstances. Sasuke was always calm and rarely allowed emotion to show on his face or in his voice. Never had his friend called out to him with such anguish… Never openly through the hallway.
“Kenshin!” Sasuke called again as he skidded into the break room, resting a shaky hand on Kenshin’s shoulder. “Call your wife!”
He looked to his watch and shook his head. “She's on the train to work. She won't--”
“S-she’s not on the ten-eighty-two train, is she?” The nervous question came from a woman of the gathered group and a deathly silence filled the room as frost invaded his veins. A frost he thought he'd been freed of long ago by his beloved’s caring patience.
Without a word from his lips, Kenshin snatched the tablet from the table. The greeting sight was filled with the red and blue flashes of light from ambulances and police cars alike. It seemed impossibly bright, even for the number of vehicles depicted on the screen. The dark uniforms of emergency workers swirled in and out of view as they escorted the injured to wherever they needed be. All of the action seemed to revolve around a silver trailer of some--
The next shot was an aerial view from a helicopter that churned the frost of his veins into a blizzard of fury. It wasn't a trailer. It was a train. An overturned train.
Her train.
Tablet and coffee were falling to the floor as he bolted from the lounge, down the hall and toward the elevators-- no too slow-- the stairs. Never in his years was he so thankful for his family’s odd physical endurance practices as he was in that moment while he easily vaulted the handrails of the passage.
His phone was already dialing her number when he emerged from the building, running at top speed past other employees as they were arriving. Straight to voicemail… voicemail, again… and a third time.
“Uesugi!” Kenshin had just flung open his car door when a voice stopped him, glancing up he saw the familiar eye patch through the motorcycle helmet window. “There's no point going anywhere. An accident has every way blocked for miles.”
Damn! What to do?
The answer was in front of him.
“Date! Keys. Now!”
“Excuse me?”
“Ask Sasuke!” Kenshin snapped as he all but ripped Masa's riding jacket from his hands and slipped into it himself, easily finding the bike keys in the front pocket before slamming them into the ignition. The roar of the engine and whistle of the wind sailing past his ears drowned out any further objection from the One-Eyed-Dragon.
Kenshin spent more time on sidewalks than he did the actual road due to the blockage and made it to his street in record time… but it was being treated as an official detour for the backed-up traffic since they lived so close to the station. Police officers were directing the flow and prevented him from utilizing the sidewalk. Almost there… The plan was to check home first as it was on the way to the station and, if she wasn't there, the accident scene was the next stop.
He barely remembered the kickstand and caught the bike before it toppled onto the pavement. The growing ice in his blood made finding his house key difficult, taking him three tries until the deadbolt snapped open. Each step through the house sent icy tendrils of anguish down his neck, across his shoulders, until finally settling in the pit of his stomach as he scanned each room for signs of the Lady Uesugi in vain. She was nowhere to be found and the silence deafened him.
Until he approached the bedroom. Unlike the quiet of the rest of the house, soft curses could be heard with a rare vehemence and the ice within him began to thaw.
She was safe.
Seemingly furious with something on the other side of the door but home and safe and alive. He would happily take her anger.
She shrieked in surprise when he finally threw open the door and lifted her in his arms to hold her tight to him. “Babe! What are you-- never mind! You can take me to work!” She attempted to wiggle free of his grasp but he didn't allow her even a tenth of an inch to move.
“You missed the train…” Something in his voice must have caught her attention because she ceased all movement and blinked up at him quizzically.
“Uh, yeah, that same damn breaker flipped so my clock was off and, in my panic of realizing I overslept, I kind of killed my phone…” She nodded to the bed where the device lay miserably, spider webbed screen glistening ominously in the morning light. “It won’t turn on at all and of course it would happen on the one morning I forgot both laptop and tablet in the car so I can't message anyone. You know my dad will never let us live this down, if he finds out, and forever lecture us on why we should get a landline.”
Had he ever been so happy to hear her voice? Joyously, he trailed fevered kisses over her face while praising that faulty breaker they hadn't had time to replace yet. “You don't know.”
“Don't know what?” She giggled as he pulled her to the bed. He revelled in her warmth as he rested his head in her lap, melting the remaining ice of fear and trepidation within. Her fragrance enveloped him in the same way his arms wrapped around her waist.
It was several long moments of her fingers tracing through his hair in reassuring strokes before he could answer her question. “Masa is getting a raise. And Sasuke, too. Oh, I need to text him.”
“Um, okay…” she mused while he typed out his message. “I'm still missing the part where that required you coming home from work early… and why I'm not rushing to get ready for mine?”
“It can wait.”
And it could. Everything could wait now. She was here. Home. Warm. In his arms and he was not letting her go until the next dawning sun.
