✮ WARNINGS/TAGS spoilers for the game, angst, fluff, going against the canon a little bit
✮ SUMMARY Headcanons of falling in love with Romeo and how your relationship goes based on the game lore
✮ A/N no thoughts, only Romeo
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⬦ Romeo is probably the sweetest, nicest guy you'll ever met. He may be a little shy at first when he sees you, absolutely enchanted by you. But with time, the shyness goes away
⬦ He gets smitten with you pretty quickly and really wants to spend time with you, Carlo obviously notices and can't stop teasing his best friend. After all, it's rather adorable seeing Romeo running after you like that
⬦ He obviously doesn't have much money, so he can't get you on any fancy dates, but taking you to buy some ice cream, go on a walk in the park, take you to a festival are a must. He’ll definitely try to hold your hand to if you let him
⬦ Every single time, Romeo insist on walking you home. He wants to make sure nothing bad happens to you, even if he knows puppets are patronizing the city. He himself needs to make sure you got home safe
⬦ From time to time, he might try to visit you during the night time, with your consent of course. Escaping from Monad Charity House during the night might not be the easiest task, but he will do it just for you! And Carlo will make sure no one notices his friend's disappearance
⬦ Confessing might bring back his shy side a little bit. After all, he is confessing his feelings to you, so he has every right to feel a little nervous
⬦ Romeo is a very gentle guy. He likes having you close, holding your hand, giving you a few kisses and hugs. And he enjoys cuddling with you too!
⬦ If you're interested, he will take some of his time to teach you how to use a sword and in general how to protect yourself if you don't already know how. He knows he can't be with you 24/7 to protect you if anything happens, so he would rather try his best to teach you anything useful so you can protect yourself when the time comes
⬦ Not everything is sunshine and rainbows forever. When he gets the disease, no matter how much he loves you, he will distance himself, worried you might get the disease from him. And he cannot bear a thought of you dying because of him
⬦ Before you completely lose contact with him, he sends you a letter. Apologizing for the fact that he cannot meet with you anymore, for what he believes is your own safety. He explains that he is worried for you and wants what's the best for you. He feels like a jackass, leaving you like that, but he believes he has no choice
⬦ After that, you completely lost contact with him. He doesn't answer your letter and you worry he might have died from the disease. And yet, there is no information about his death. No-one knows what has happened to him. One day he just left after Carlo's death and didn't come back
⬦ You wanted to search from him, but the puppet frenzy happens and there's not much you can do. You only hope that if your dearest Romeo passed away, it wasn't because of the puppets
⬦ You find yourself a shelter in the Hotel Krat where you meet Geppetto's puppet, that looks almost like Carlo, but you have decided not to comment. You only ask him to look for your lover. And if he sees anything, you want him to let you know. At the time, you already believe that Romeo is dead, but you still wish to know what happened.
⬦ It's not too long until Pinocchio comes back with a letter for you. And as you open it, it hits you like a train when you see a familiar handwriting, realizing it's Romeo.
⬦ In the letter he begs for you to stay in the safety of the Hotel. He expresses his gratitude once finding out you're alive and well. But as always, your safety matters the most for him. He doesn't tell you where he is, not what is going on with him. He says that he will reach out to you on his own if possible. He explains that he is now safe and is doing okay
⬦ For now that was the only thing you knew and you were glad to know he was safe. Yet, you couldn't help but worry what happened. He had a disease, didn't he? With all respect given, he should be dead by now. So how is he writing to you?
⬦ You can't help but write back, Pinocchio being your delivery man. You express how glad you are to find out he's out there alive and well. And you promise to wait patiently for any news from him
⬦ As the time passes and you wait, one night, Geppetto's puppet takes you to the Estella Opera House. He makes sure you're safe from any danger as he takes you there and thanks to the existence of the stargazers, he can take you there without much problems
⬦ And that's where you see him. Your Romeo. Even as a puppet he looks tired. Even if his face is rather expressionless, you can see he is happy to see you. He kneels before you to hug you. He cannot communicate with you, unfortunately. Every word he says is inadible for you, but you are more than sure he is just as happy to see you as you are to see him
⬦ After you explain the situation, you try to get him to go to the Hotel with you, you want him back and you believe Venigni might be able to help him and that he will be able to communicate with you
⬦ He doesn't agree outright, worried that his presence at the Hotel might cause distress and trouble. But when he agrees, he patiently let's Venigni work on him, in hope he can do anything in his power to help him communicate better with you. And upon his arrival, Geppetto disappeared from the Hotel
⬦ And then it happens, no more letters or inaudible sounds. You can finally hear the voice you haven't heard in years, the only difference being that he sound metallic, but you do not mind one bit
⬦ In private he explains everything. He apologizes for leaving you, for distancing himself. He explains what has happened to him, what he has been doing since the frenzy and why he is doing so. He knows that with help Geppetto's puppet, or how he prefers to call him Carlo, all of this will end
⬦ And with something of a kiss your knuckles, he promises to come back to you once it is all over.
⬦ Him and Carlo go on, taking the enemies together, finishing it all and with a broken heart, helping Carlo fight Geppetto and his creation
⬦ After that, like promised, he comes back to you and promise to not leave you like that ever again. He wishes he could change the past, but still expresses gratitude for being able to be with you again. And like Carlo did, he wishes to be human again. To able to feel the warmth of your skin, be able to kiss you like he used to and hold you without worrying that he might hurt you
would you guys care if I posted my art here too? ik there only like 50 of you here (which is crazy to me because when the HELL did yall get here) BUT I WANNA POST OC STUFF AND OC FANFICS
This is a bit of a long fic! I based it off of my druge and Gale run that I just finished playing, showing the main moments from Act1 all the way to after the netherbrain! Enjoy!
( also trans guy player implied, as thats what I am ;) )
also a bit of nsfw
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The wizard had always admired you—your confidence, your unwavering resolve, how determined you were, your strengths...nearly everything about you was perfect.
He'd never forget the first time he saw your mask slip—it was at the teifling party and you were far away from everyone else after doing your round of talking. Deciding to take the risk, he found a spot next to you, silent at first until you looked over at him with a small frown. "Something wrong, Gale?"
"Oh no, nothing wrong at all!" He's immediately nervous—unused to all your attention being in him with no risk of distraction "I was just...you seemed rather lonely over here by yourself. Are you feeling alright?"
"I don't like being around so many people. Makes me nervous..I don't like it" You answered quietly "I dont really like people at all, really, this whole things such a nuisance—and I miss..." You stopped yourself, signing and putting a hand over your forehead as a momment of silence passed.
"We could hide away in my tent, if youd like." He might as well shoot his shot—reserve you for the night ahead of time "I could cast silence around us so you could have piece of mind, and then later on...i-if you're open to the idea of course! Later, I could show you a little magic trick."
You looked at him, eyes trailing downwards then back and and settling an undeniable trail of heat down his spine "Yes, please." You stepped a bit closer, your usually stoic face melting into a more...heated look—if the qizard wasn't mistaken "If I do good with this little magic trick, would you be willing to show me a bigger one at some later point?"
Youve rendered the poor man speechless for a solid minute, his cheeks reddened as well at the tips of his ears as he stammered and stumbled over his words—positivly embarrassed at your attempt at flirting...you can't help but think you said something wrong.
"I...could set that into motion, yes." He finally answers, still blushing and trying to calm his racing heart as he shyly looks up at you out of the corner of his eye "not opposed to the idea at all, r-really."
He's delighted to see you smile for the first time, the view engraved in his memory as you loop your arm around his and mutter for him to come along if has any intention of keeping his word.
That night was spent with you laying your head in his lap as he silently read, recovering from all the human interaction in peace and quiet until the party ended and your attention was demanded once more before the night was fully coming to a close.
Your time together afterwards was no short than electrifying...when your minds were intertwined and you showed him just a part of what you'd do. You'd succeeded again in rendering him silent as he gazed up at you and you smiled down at him. Your connection was broken in an instant, but he never forgot it—even if you returned to the usual the next morning..sparing him just a few lingering looks that you sometimes got caught giving.
The first night in the shadow cursed lands, after recieving the news...the expectation from Elminster..and you'd said very little to him about the whole thing.
He wanted to know how you felt—it was only natural, he thought. I mean..you were the leader of their group, the one keepung them all together and giving direction that had lead them all along the right path—one way or another—thus far. So, he finds you again that night.
"Is it alright if I sit?" You nodded only once, quiet even as he took a seat and pressed his knee to yours.
"I must admit, I'm not in the best mood about what that raggedy old wizard has told you...about what the even worse off goddess demans of you." Gale bites his tongue a bit, understanding your feelings and your insults and putting it past you just this once.
"Although it may be a silly question..." He's almost scared to ask. Youre well known for not holding your tongue—showing he was no exception just moments before—and he wasn't sure if he's be prepared for what you had to say. "What...do you think its a mistake to consider Mystra's request?"
"I think its incredibly foolish. Especially for someone like you, who's no longer linked to her in such a intimate way." You're frowning more, nails digging into yohr arm a bit more as you put a hand to your forehead and take a deep breath.
This was a common thing, Gale noticed, but only at certain times. A headache, maybe, when yoh would mention or happen across anything to do with relationships of any sort. To think of a deeper meaning of your words just then...
"I...understand why you would want to listen to what she wants of you." You started again, voice a bit quieter "Shes cast you aside so easily..you should take it as a blessing—as religious folk say. Consider yourself lucky you now have the choice to decide if you should listen to her or not, no matter the influence she has on you."
Gale was silent for a long while, your words fumbling around and stirring in his mind.
"Do you have some affliction with a god? One you...cannot escape from." You hesitated but nodded, bringing a hand to the back of your neck as a frown graced your face.
"I do. I could only hope to be in your position and be free of..." You sighed, standing abruptly "Just think about what I said, ok? Thats all I ask of you, a much simplier task than one of your goddess."
So, he did. He thought about your question all night and even the next morning when you set out on your journey again. You were...confused on how he was pursuing you—well pursuing is a bit of a weak word. He was open with his more romantic feelings for you...even after what you had said yesterday; after what you had told him about yourself.
It made the nights easier, a bit easier for you even if you were constantly thinking about the choice he would make when it came down to it—no matter how distracting a busy your journey got.
What would this all be for if he chose to...
You shook your head to clear your thoughs as you wandered to Gale's tent, finding just a projection of him in his place. Ypu feared the worst, naturally, this was the perfect opprotunuty for him to tell you he's chose to go on with what Mystra's asked of him.
Truly, if thats what he does, you'll strangle him. You swear it.
He starts it out in the worst way possible for you, your heart sunken as you quietly stare up at the sky he's cinjured up for you. You listen as he talks about how Mystra's forgiveness is not ensured the same way death is, how he though this might bring him peace, how he wants his death to be...meaningful.
You just...didn't get it.
"I..." It was quiet for a little while "You must promise not to tell anyone else what I'm going to tell you, Gale." This would be the second time he's seen the mask you put up fall away—perhaps even for good, even if only for his eyes alone.
"I promise."
You take one deep breath for courage, then admitted "I'm a bhaalspawn. One of only two that are directly from Bhaal's flesh" He...doesn't really have an outward reaction as your words process in his head but things are definitely clicking together for him, that much you can tell. "He doesn't talk to me much but he's always there. I can never escape him no matter how hard I try but even so, he allows me to make my own choices."
He only nods quietly, looking at you—listening to you—when you glance over at him. You cant help but feel exposed, in some weird way, you certainly don't like it but...with Gale...
"I think I understand what you were trying to tell me earlier, now that I know." Gale can see your shoulders relax as you nod a bit, still facing away from him "I...I've changed my mind..I want to listen to you, rather than her."
He takes your hand in yours and you feel heat spread all throughout you as you peek over at him. Your hand is sweaty, but he doesn't seem to mind, even running his thumb along the back of your knuckles; it encouraged you to squeeze his hand in turn.
"One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, prise the fear from my heart." You lean just a bit closer and so does he. His eyes almost look like they're sparkling as you look from them to his lips for a brief moment. "I know that is is all unreal, but I created it for you. You must know that...that you're very special to me."
"Even knowing what I am?" Gale nods immediately, as if he didnt even have to think about it. He didn't need to think about it...and that meant a whole lot to you.
"If things were different,if we were home...I would have taken the times to do things properly. To say the right things."
You have to interupt "I don't see anything wrong with this.." and Gale can only smile wider, his free hand now resting on the base of your neck, pulling you closer slowly to give you a chance to pull back.
"Im in love with you." That was quite obvious by now—I mean...even you werent the best with these types of emotions but...your breaths were literally mingling together willingly. Of course he loved you.
His lips were warm against yours, moving slow as you tried to return the affection. He could feel your hand trembling in his, even your breaths shaking as he pulled away, keeping your foreheads pressed together to try and calm you down even a little bit.
"I.." You paused, moving to dtuff your face against his shoulder "hold on." Gale nodded, letting you lean against him and kissing the top of your head as you composed yourself, even if it took some time. "I love you too, Gale. A lot."
You kissed him once more, keeping it short and sweet since you—frankly—didn't know what the fuck you were doing. "I love you too."
Things...escalated from there, but not too far—not all the way. You...weren't quite ready for it yet but you did welcome the warmth of his hands on your bare skin; the heat of his mouth on your most intimate part. In turn, you also gave him kisses all over, more than happy to explore him with your hand and mouth alike.
You relaxed noticably overall after that night, still reserving your normal personality for Gale alone—which he highly enjoyed each night you speant in his tent from then on—but being a bit more expressive with the rest of your party...still navigating through normal companionship just as you were your romantic relationship.
Your love for Gale only grew and grew, as well as the love for your friends, leading you to be able to make ammends with yohr father, ironically.
You didn't want to dwell on it but after you had killed Orin and spoken with him—asking him for freedom of choice one last time, rather....you felt strangely quiet. No more ringing in your head, no more unwanted twitches and trails of a firely feeling that'd spread throughout your chest whenever you defied the core purpose Bhaal created you..
You were free of him at last, it seemed—save for the same feeling of being watched sometimes, but you could live with that. What you couldn't live without, however, was Gale in a more...intimate way.
You dropped hints, of course, making your need of him in more ways obvious each night. Kisses to his ears, to his neck, your hands feeling him slowly whilst the other slowly moved furthur up his thigh each night; but never going furthur than that. You'd leave the poor wizard aching each night, everwondering if you'd ever take it furthur.
He finally brought it up the night he took you to see the Astral Plane, sitting across from you with your hands in his as you admired everything around you. "We could have all of this. All of it."
"Gale..."
"Think of the possibilities! If would would claim the crown for ourselves—" He was silenced by one of your hands grabbing his chin to pull him closer, obediently following and waiting to hear what you had to say.
"I want you as you are, Gale. I have no intrest in gods or godhood, and I will have no intrest in you if you choose this path." He nodded once and you could visibly see the turn in what he wanted as he looked down, letting out a small breath as he squeezed your hand in his.
"Godly power, perhaps I can live without. But you...you're everything." The sincerity in his voice meant the world to you, truly, you almost didn't believe youd convinced him so easily...you're not sure you would be in his position.
"Really?" Gale looks up at you as you speak, nodding immediately "You know how spiteful I am, despite what I just said," You let out a soft chuckle despite the frown the graces your features "You'd give this up to your goddess for me? Just because I said so?"
"Of course." He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your lips, smiling just a bit more as your face relaxed into a softer expression "With you, I forget my goddess. I love you. Nothing could change that."
"You're sweet.." He acceptwd the kiss you gave him, his free hand finding its way to your thigh...just resting but distracting you all the same. "Gale.."
"I'd offer to sit here a moment more...you put the stars to shame, after all, but..." His hand slides furthur up your thigh and he revels ar the way your pupils dilate from such a simple movement. He half wonders how youve been managing to tease him the way you have for so long without freaking out. "I think theres something else you'd rather do, hm?"
You nodded a bit, unnaturally quiet as he gave you another small kiss "Unless you aren't ready—"
"I'm ready..i just....don't know what to do" Lucky for you, Gale didn't mind in the slightest! Not only were you a fast learner—but even if you weren't—he didn't mind if he did all the work either way!
He teleported you both back to camp immediately, casting silence with just a flick of his wrist—showing off for no damn reason, really. "Truthfully, you've been leaving me restless for the longest—the past tenday or so." He admits, hands at your sides and lips trailing across the side of your neck.
"have I...?" Your breathing is shallow as he nipps at yohr skin, already findinf yourself arching up into his touch as his hands have slipped up under your shirt. It wasnt the first time hes touched you, obviously, but you still felt all tingly all over just from a mere glance from the man. "I didn't know.."
"each and every night you decided to give me your attention," Gale seems to know the effect his voice has on you, pressing kisses to the shell of your ear as he spoke—as he whispered to you "you'd leave me aching for more, leave me wondering how your touch would feel against my skin for just a while longer."
He swore he could feel your cunt throbbing as he pressed a knee between your thighs to keep them apart. The whine you let out was enough to make him lightheaded, enough to encourage his hands to cup and massage your tits in combination with gently grinding your knee against you.
"You're somehow more alluring like this, you're so commanding and...dominant when we're out and about, I'm glad only I get this side of you~" He'll be the death of you, you just know it.
"I know...I wont have to worry with you." You murmered, eyes fluttering as he undid your shirt and kissed lower—clearly getting a bit impatient with your encouragement. "unless you—"
"You're perfect just like this."" Its like he can predict what you were gonna say, leaving heated kisses down the middle of your chesy and across your tummy and down lower as he drags your bottoms off—half lidded eyes on yours "let me do all the work, ok?"
Well how could you say no? You still felt all shy as you lay exposed in front of him, your thighs speezed in his hands and your head tilted back with soft whines and mewls all while Gale teased you with kisses on your inner thighs. Each little nip and suck sent a jolt up your spine, your helpless cunt drooling and squeezing around nothing—most definitely in his view but even so, he continued teasing you.
"Gale—!" Your mouth falls open with a gasp as he licks a bold stripe up your cunt, lips suctioning around your clit and hands squeezing your thighs tighter to keep you still "f-fuck—aah~!" The heat of his tpngue against you was bordering too much already, your peak building up already before he'd even properly started. "waitwaitwait—"
Gale knows your signs all too well, humming for you to 'be good for him' as he pressed his tongue flat against you, gazing up at you as you bit your lip between your teeth, eyes squeezed shut but sweet whimpers still escaping you as he moves his moutb lower to push his tongue into you.
He moans at your taste, noisy as he drinks you down and presses deeper so his nose is nudging against your clit; giving you just enough friction to get off.
Your moans always pitch up when you cum, your thighs trembling and tensing in his hold and small tears gathering in your eyes when he doesn't let up at all—at least not until you come down from your high...although your brain is still foggy.
"good?" You nod faintly as he leans down to kiss you, hand cuppung the back of his head and the other trailing down his chest as your tongues mingled together, exchanging the taste of you as you worked his clothes open.
It didnt take long for either of you to grown needier thab you were before, somehow...your lips wandering and his fingers finding their way between your legs again as you palmed him through his pants. He found it endearing how you were so goos at giving him hickeys if you'd never done it before, leaving his eyes fluttering and head tilting to give you more room to work.
"You can..t-take my pants off too." He mumbled, already moving to get them off yourself "I want to feel you directly, lovely..."
His cock his hot in your hand, twitching with just a few strokes....you can hardly take not having him right this instant—even though you really wanna take your time..
"Gale.." He mustve been thinking the same, withdrawing his fingers immediately to gently lay you back down again, kissing you again and again as you pull him closer between yohr legs—you both moaning and groning when you were pressed together bare. "Gale..~" You're whining now, and he's shushing you, hips rocking.
"I know.." Hes biting the inside of his cheek as you wrap your legs around his waist, looking up at him with a purely needy expression on your face that makes it impossible not to kiss you again as he lines himself up with you.
The stretch is slow, gradual, as he sinks into you carefully. You flutter and squeeze around his tip like youve taken him before, your back arched just a big as he pushes deeper and deeper. It takes everything in him to pause and let you adjust at the first strangled whine you let out.
"just tell me when I can keep going," One of his hands is besides your head to hold him up, the other cupping the small of your back as you take deep breaths "you're doing so well, darling."
It takes a few moments but eventually you're nodding and quietly asking for more, nothing but whines and whispered praises lesving you until he was bottomed out. "That feel good, love?" You nod and nod as he leans down to kiss you, the rock of his hips making your vision blur from how good he's pressing into you.
"i-I think.." He shushes you with another kiss, already feeling how you qere tightening up and arching more and more for him—soon wheezing and panting as you came around him for the first time.
"t-that's it.." Gale moans, throbbing inside of you "you're being so...ngh..s-so good for me.." He can hardly get the praise out from how good you feel, panting breaths leaving his parted lips as he presses a kiss to the corner of your bitten lips "tell me I can move, please."
"y-yes..!" He only draws back halfway before he's fucking into you again, pulling moans out of the both of you as he did it again and again—gaining a steady but needy rhythm and pulling you closer with each thrust and making you positivly dizzy with the pleasure it was bringing you.
"mark me." Your hands tremble at his shoulders, nails just barely threatening to break his skin as he bits at your neck "give me proof of your pleasure—I want nothing more."
Gods, you nearly ceying as you cum again, nails raking up Gale's back and making him groan with a stutter of his hips, though his pace picked right back up—perhaps more eager than before with you babbling and crying against his ear the way that you are.
Its feels good—amazing, even—far too good, far too much! Youre just on the cusp of another... "ahh, thats it." You hardly process Gale's murmered praise as you squirt, eyes squeezed shit and lip bleeding from where its bitten between your teeth as Gale presses deep into you once more before he cums—panting and kissing at your throat while he pumps you full of himself.
You don't know how long you both stay like that, your legs locked around his waist and his seed slowly beginning to seep out of you around his softened cock as his weight slowly sinks atop of you while you both caught up.
When you finally did, it was with soft kisses and reassurance and praise from you both, slowly seperating but staying close as you cleaned up just enough to go to sleep—that being all Gale, of course—but neither of you had never felt as complete as you did in that moment.
That feeling only grew when you were finally rid of the parasites—the netherbrain defeated and you both in one piece. You could have cried when Gale proposed to you the same night, emotions still running high from the eventful day until the next morning when you could...properly celebrate.
Being able to live with you, have you as a part of his family offically...Gale couldn't ask for anything more. Especially on nights such as this one where you both were simply sitting and eating together.
You glanced up, feeling his eyes on you and smiling when you met them "What're you thinking about?" You asked sweetly, your old, rough voice morphed into something with with so much warmth Gale though he would melt just from the sound of it.
"I'm sure you know." He jokes, leaning in and kissing you gently, leaving his food forgotten for just a moment as he smiled against you.
"Do tell, Mister Dekarios." You gave him a kiss in turn, moving your chair closer to his as he let out a breatj of laughter "You couldn't possibly be thinking about how much you love me, could you~?"
Still, he blushes at your teasing like its the first time he's ever heard it, smiling and kissing you twice more "Of course I am. I always will be, Mister Dekarios."
"You're doing so well baby.." Sam can hardly breathe as you hold his hips steady, tears slipping past his eyes and drool dripping down his chin as he takes you deeper and deeper. You were using your easiest dildo on him too, but it felt all too big to him even with all the prep and lube!! "feel good?"
He nodded dumbly, hole fluttering and squeezing around you as you push more lube into him "M-Mhmmm~~" He whines, struggling to adjust as his thighs tremble "need..a s-sec.."
"Take your time." You smile even though he can see it, running a hand down the arch of his back "You're doing so good, Samson." He shivers, nodding again and nudging his ass closer to you voluntarily.
He really was doing a good job! You'd never think he'd be so eager to have you top—even if thats what you really wanted too. He was all red as he quietly admited he wanted you the same way you wanted him, even quieter as he explained exactly what he wanted. You had the rest from there, having him all shy and submissive for the night for you to play with as you pleased.
"d-deeper.." He whined softly, breaths shallow as he adjusted himself to arch deeper "'m ready.." So you slowly started to sink forward again, eyes trained on him swallowing you right up. When you bottomed out, he swore he was seeing stars, knuckles white on the covers below as you grind into him with whispered praises.
"This feel good~?" You teased, picking up every signal he was putting out. Ypu slyly slid your hand around to his front to hold him better one hand wrapping around the base of his leaky cock as his stuttering breaths turned into gasps, toes curling at the slstric pleasure starting to peak "You gonna cum for me already babe?"
"Y-Yes—" Sam chokes as the first few ropes of cum spurt from his cock, eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows pinched together "yesyes—fuck~~" He rocks with you as he drag out of him just a bit and push back in, tears threatening to fall as your hand works him up and down at the same time "mmore~! m-moree please—!"
"Of course~" Hes crying almost immediately when you really start to fuck him, jaw slack and the sheets a mess as he melts under you "how could I ever deny you when youve been so good?" Its almost cruel how you're rendering him speechless and how fucking good you are at this.
Your rhythm is perfect, your pace is perfect, you're holding him perfectly, and you're being prefectly rough with him—hes cumming again faster than you thought he would.
"fuck!! Aah~~!"
"You've got it," You hummed, biting your lip as you grind into him, pumping him full with a generous amount and sighing at the way his head tilts back "take it all, m'kay~?"
He's nodding and nodding, legs shaking as you stroke his leaky dick and paint his insides white.
You lean down the kiss his shoulders, hands soothing over his hips and his stomach as he catches his breath. "'s good?"
"mmm.." He nods, turning his head to peck your lips "great..." and he trembles as you ease out if him, gaped hole fluttering and winking as your release immediately oozes out of him even as you help him lay down. You were damn lucky you put a towel down but it looked like itd go right through—but even then itd be fine.
Sam loops his arms around your neck as you lean down to kiss him, humming against your lips as your bodies melted together.
Recovering from your injuries you find yourself rebuilding your connection with August. After lots of sleepless nights and tired days you find yourself back at August door. This time, with no intention of leaving
Warning: Depression, Anxiety, Arguing
Follow the Story:Pt 1 → Pt 1.5 → Pt 2 → Pt 3
Your eyes slowly open. Your overlays of crust cracking away like the seal on an ancient treasure chest. Pain spreads through your body instantly, it felt like you were hit by a Enjins car. Groaning, you looks out the window, trying to figure out the time. Orange, pink, and purple hues fill the sky above you as you take in your environment. Memories from before the darkness flood in. August, his sad eyes, you falling. Well, that explains the unbearable throbbing pain in your head. Luckily for you, your guardian always said you had a thick skull. Though now thinking back on it, it’s probably not what they meant.
Sitting up is futile, your body aches too much to move, especially your side. Lifting the side of your shirt you notice how fresh bandages had been applied, along with the tenderness of a freshly sutured wound. You’re so happy you weren’t awake for that process.
It wasn’t long before you heard voices outside the door. Loud voices. Not August loud- well actually you think you can hear August and….Enjin?
“I don’t know what’s going on between you two, I honestly don’t care. But whatever it is, it’s fucking up our missions.”
The sound of someone sucking their teeth and muttering something under their breath.
“There’s nothing going on. Shawty made that clear.”
August sighs as if he’s had this conversation several times.
You feel a tightness in your chest at his words. Yeah you said that but…you don’t think you full meant it.
“August, buddy.”
The sigh alone puts the visual of Enjin pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Go in there and fix this! I can’t have any issues in the outskirts towns let alone No Man’s Land. Fix This Shit. Now.”
The door to the infirmary swings open and Enjin shoves August in. The designer flailing as he catches his balance. He lands on his hands and knees before snapping his head up in your direction. A nervous smile appearing on his face as he notices you awake.
“Oh heyyyyyyy mamas! You’re looking less dead!”
August tries to do damage control, to somehow make this less awkward than it already is. He stands there for a while waiting for you to say something, anything. But all you can do is stare.
You can see the gears turning in his head trying to come up with anything that might make this better.
“I’m sorry!”
He yells out suddenly, hands clenched at his side, dropping to his knees in an instant. You sat up with urgency.
“What are you doing?! Get off the floor!”
He looks up at you.
“I should’ve checked with you before telling people we were a thing. Honestly I assumed we were! Especially after that night.”
A breath you hadn’t known your holding comes out in a winded whimper. You can’t fault him. Infact you’re probably the one who should be apologizing.
“That night was crazy! Like genuinely the best night of my life. I’m being dead ass you were going crazy-“
“August focus!”
“Right right my bad. Anyways like I was saying, after that night you stayed…and you and I fell into a ritual of just existing together. I just assumed after a while we were…a thing.”
All you can do is look at your lap. Of course he did, and honestly you liked the casual domestic feel of it all. Coming back from missions to find comfort in another. In more ways than one. But you never wanted to confront those feelings. The feeling of being loved, of loving another person. And now you sit on the catalyst of it all.
“You weren’t wrong to assume that. Honestly even I had to convince myself we were just really good friends.”
Your confession made him step closer.
“We should’ve talked.”
“Yeah we should have.”
“But we’re talking now.”
A smile. Something you haven’t done in a long time.”yes we are talking…”
For the first time in a while comfortable silence stretches between you two.
“Can we talk about us?”
“Sure August, we can talk about us.”
Beckoning hin closer, he sits on the edge of the bed. The two of you take in each others closeness. Your hands inching closer and closer until your pinkies touched.
“I missed you.”
Her murmured.
“Even after you sayd what you said, I didn't want you to leave.”
Your hand inches closer. Finger tips touching his.
“I didn't want to seem like I was taking advantage of you.”
That came out more broken than you intended.
August turns to you smiling.
“Pretty girl you could never take advantage of something that was always yours to begin with.”
His hand grabs yours, holding of carefully. His smile is warm, it makes you feel hope on yourself, in something between you two.
“So….can we be a thing?”
The question laced with playfullness but had an undertone of caution. His light red eyes watching yours carefully.
You don't think you could've smiled any harder.
“Yeah. We can be a thing.”
The response was quite, a bit shy. Buy definitely intertwined wirt happiness.
You've never seen him jump up so fast. He reached out to hug you but paused. He looks at some of your bruises. In his practiced carefullness he hugs you gently, awkwardly so not to hurt you. You can feel the man vibrating with excitement. Pulling back you pat him on the side..
“Alright go crazy.”
The only thing you can hear as he runs out is his manic giggling than then turns into his signature loud laughter.
“MY BABY SAID YESSSSS!”
He yells jumping up and down the halls.
“IN YOUR STUPID FUCKING FACE ENJIN-AH WAIT NO DONT DO THAT- AHHHH!”
The hallway is now filled with sounds of August screaming and laughing as he ducks and dodges Enjins and his...we you're nig entirely sure what's going on but it sounds funny.
Within the hour the whole of headquarters knows that you've willingly agreed to be in a “thing” with August.
After a few days of laying in the bed doing nothing but sleeping, listening to August talk, and watching him sketch designs.
Once Eishia cleared you, and avoided your gratitude like a diseases, you'd decided to move back into Augusts room. He offers to help but can only carry so much, and thanksnti you're training you carry most of the items in one trip. It's funny to watch him struggle but you find it sweet that he wants to help.
This time you officially moved in. The space felt more cramped now with your stuff and his but you make it work. The two of you spend your nights laid up in that bed. You listened to him talk about everything and anything. From his latest design sketches to his mean the other cleaners are. Don’t worry you put the in check. He holds you close while you sleep, enjoying being in your space and honestly if he could choose to, he would be in your skin. But don’t worry, he likes to insert himself in….other places.
It’s a match made on the ground.
~The End~
[A/N: this was so fun to write and I’m glad so many of you enjoyed it! If you want to request anything let me know! And yes a smut version of this will be coming out soon.]
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in Hades 2 Odysseus has a voiceline where he explains why he's not in the afterlife with Penelope... and he says "Me and Penelope grew apart over time". Me and the whole group watching were like HE WOULD NOT SAY THAT. What do you think?
See I think this storyline would have been interesting to explore if they gave me Penelope's side too, or even anyone else really who's able to corroborate/disprove what he said. As is it's just kind of eh to me? Like we can explore the ramifications of war and not knowing who you are and who loves you when you've come home, but it just feels really hollow because we only get Odysseus' lines on it. Idk
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