ihatefreezers:

iamthefirechild:

She snarled, “/I’m/ not human. He’s offered me nothing but politeness; you barged into my home at night and threatened me and my guest. /You/ are the animal. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life cowering like one, GET OUT.”

She was so angry she felt sick, a faint tremor in her muscles warning of the edge she was walking. But she could not show even a hint of wavering; this man, this monster, would seize on that immediately. “If you still believe I cannot take care of myself, you are a fool,” she hissed.

The man hesitated slightly before bolting for the door. He spat out words of hate as he left. “She can’t protect you forever, Isaac, we’re going to find you and this time you’re not coming out of it alive.” With that he was gone, leaving Isaac cowering under the bed, traumatized. 

He peered over to where Summer was standing with a scared look on his face. “He’s going to kill me,” he whispered in a trembling voice. “He’s right — I can’t run forever. I’m going to die.” 

Sinking down to sit on the stair, Summer shook her head wearily. “No, he’s not going to kill you. Not if I have anything to say about it.” She looked over at him, at Isaac’s white face peeking out from under the bed, and beckoned, as if to a small child. “Come on. Come over here.” Her head throbbed, a vicious ache stemming from the use of her ability.

“Is it going to scare you more to talk about it? I’m not going to let him have you, but it’d be nice to have some context here.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer just grinned down at him. “You love me this way. You don’t want me to change.”

“Not even a little bit.” He grinned and then frowned, realising how that might come across. “I mean, I love you no matter what body you have, okay? You’re still my Summer.”

The redhead just poured another handful of water over the werewolf’s head, plastering the curls flat. “I know what you meant.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“I-I haven’t been — no one here touches me except m-my maid. I didn’t expect it.” Disdaining the beauty of the dress, she slipped off the bench and into his arms more fully. “I had forgotten what it feels like, having your arms around me. How safe I feel.” With a little sigh, she laid her head on his chest.

His eyes widened and immediately filled with sympathy and pity, and he cradled her right against his chest, unable to believe that they were finally here and together once more. “My arms had felt so empty until now — they were made to hold you, I think.”

She blushed hotly. “That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me.” She felt as though she could stay there forever, listening to his heartbeat and being held, or as if no time was passing while they sat there.

fastestquickestmutant:

He nodded. “Well for one you can look out at the view,” he said as they reached water, his feet effortlessly moving on top of the water with small splashes. “And secondly I want you to have a good time.”

Obediently, suppressing the bitter chuckle that rose in her throat, she glanced around, though she suspected that something about Pietro’s power enabled him to see more clearly than she could, even protected in the circle of his arms. Most of what she saw was a blur of blues, marked with cloud or wavecap white.

It was still beautiful, and incredibly peaceful.

“What do you see?”

Ace drew his shower curtains and stepped down on his mat, towel wrapped low around his waist. Just as he moved to tend to his scruff before the mirror, he tripped over something fluffy. Looking down, he saw Helios at his feet, ears flattened, eyes narrowed to slits. “How did you…?”

ace-omalley:

iamthefirechild:

iamthefirechild:

Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.

She couldn’t help the giggle as she was settled on his lap. “I don’t want to go too fast and scare you off,” she confessed. She snuggled into his chest, making a contented hum, before starting to kiss her way along his collarbone and up his throat. 

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“It takes a lot more than a heated make-out session to scare me off, Summer. And it’s not like I can go far… I live right next door and my lease isn’t up ‘til next June.” The lad tipped his head back with a groan, feeling her soft lips ghost over his exposed skin.

The way his throat moved against her mouth made Summer purr. “I could see you every day and you would still be as far away as the moon, if I frightened you off,” she murmured, the tip of her tongue swiping out to catch the point behind his ear. She leaned out to look at his face. “I might not know when to stop.”