#I was clearly on a blending kick *covers face*

[quillerqueen]

"What is a witch, really? She's just a woman who knows she has power, and who's been very misunderstood." --Hannah Waddingham✨❤️‍🔥

#hannah waddingham #hannahwaddinghamedit #witches of waddingham #happy halloween #halloween #the witch #wicked witch of the west #the mother witch #she's utter magic #just sublime magnificent enchanting etc. #into the woods #the wizard of oz #hocus pocus 2 #bee makes stuff #I didn't finish this in time for halloween last year #so here goes #I was clearly on a blending kick *covers face*

[jingsyuans]

☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・ Jing Yuan : approaching him when someone’s been following you

theme: sfw, first meeting

requests: open

part two

You noticed them a little bit ago.

It was a nice day on the Luofu; admittedly, every day was, the fact you were staying on a ship and not a planet means a controlled temperature at all times. But you had decided to finally stock up on groceries and get some chores done, so you left your house with the market in mind. It was only a little after you had been inspecting some fruit that someone had caught your eye. They were in the background, a few feet away. A plain face in a plain setting, nothing to think about.

And then you saw them again, and again. And the fourth time, you were rightfully concerned, walking just a little faster as you crossed bridges and weaved between the traffic of pedestrians. As long as a lot of people were around you had some cover, so it wasn’t that bad. You were certain you could lose whoever was following you and they’d find some other face to fixate on. Someone who wasn’t you.

You balked when you crossed a bridge and turned a corner toward what was usually a lively street, but somehow, it was nearly barren. And when you glanced behind your shoulder, the person following you was a bit closer than you were comfortable with.

You had to do something. Turn around and confront them? Maybe, but that took a lot of confidence to pull off, and that was confidence you didn’t have at the moment. You have a little, maybe, but not a lot.

So you tried the next best thing that your panicked mind could think of, taking heed of your mothers advice that you’d been given years ago for situations like these. You paced toward the nearest group of people- a tall white haired man that seemed to be browsing tea sets at a stall and a young blonde next to him. You could only hope that they were good samaritans as you reached out, took a hand, and blended in as much as you could with two strangers.

“Is that Ginori?” You smile, looking at the tea set they were observing. “I think that would be a great choice for a new set, but you know that I prefer Meissen. Do you think they have any Meissen?”

It’s only after you spout out your random tea knowledge that you look up at the man you chose to hold hands with. That’s when you nearly fall apart. Golden eyes, angel mark, long white hair tied up with a red ribbon… maybe in your panic, you failed to recognize his uniform.

You were holding the general’s hand. Specifically, the ‘dozing general’, infamous around the Xianzhou Luofu. And his lieutenant, Yanqing, was looking at you like you’d grown a second head.

Maybe you had. You stare up at Jing Yuan and wish you were dead. Maybe facing the stalker was a better idea than this.

And yet, flawlessly, Jing Yuan looks at you with a pleasant quirk in his brow before he sets his eyes back on the display of tea ware. He squeezes your hand before he lets go, only to wrap his arm around your shoulder and nudge you into his side.

“Look, here’s a Meissen,” he smiles as he points down at the tea set, then he looks at you. “Do you think this would settle to your tastes, dear?”

You’re dead. You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead. You feel like your face is on fire, and the fact that you’re so clearly dying and blushing in front of the general of the Loufu makes your face feel even hotter.

“Uh, general-” Yanqing tries to get a word in before you interrupt him with a laugh, slightly hysterical.

“Yes, I like that set a lot!”

Your outburst makes you look down at the cobblestone below your feet, desperately trying to avoid Jing Yuan’s gaze. You can still feel it burning into your head, his body leaning into you. When you spare a look at his face, he’s grinning from ear to ear. Was he getting a kick out of your humiliation?

“Hm. Then it’s decided.” Jing Yuan stands up straight, looking toward the owner of the stall. “I’ll have the Meissen you have on display, wrapped, please.”

You freeze from under his arm. There’s no way he was actually buying it, right?

“Oh, but, if you don’t like it,” you speak up, watching the owner already begin wrapping the set into a box. “You really don’t have to! I’m sure your tastes are better than mine!”

“Don’t worry, it’s not for me,” Jing Yuan smiles at you. Once the box is wrapped, he thanks the owner and hands him the money. The matter is settled before you could argue any further. “Come, this way, dear.”

“Oh, I don’t think- o- okay,” with no regard to what you have to say, you’re dragged along with the general’s arm still slung over your shoulders, stumbling a step or two before keeping up with his long strides. Your eyes are wide as you keep walking with him, not knowing where you’re going, just knowing that you were… going.

Yanqing continued to follow along on the other side of Jing Yuan, and you could see from your peripheral as he peeked his head from the side and eyed you. You ignored it as best you could, feeling a bead of sweat trail down the side of your face.

But you’re keeping it cool. You’re cool. This is cool.

Jing Yuan navigates your little group for a few minutes. He walks around confidently, as if he knew exactly where he was going and where he wanted to take you (prison?!?! That’s what you worry about for a split second, before realizing you haven’t done anything wrong and you’re nowhere near the station). When he finally stops, you look around and try to recognize your surroundings.

It was… nowhere special. Just another market street, not very busy, a few people littered here and there.

“There. I don’t think anyone else should be bothering you now.”

The arm around your shoulder lifts. You can’t help the small ‘oh’ that leaves your mouth, the sudden lack of weight making you roll your shoulders. You stand up a little straighter, looking all around you again before back up at Jing Yuan. He’s smiling patiently down at you, golden eye twinkling.

Once you finally come back to reality, your hands instantly move in front of you, taking a step back as you bow. Of course he had noticed, he was the general after all. That’s why he did those things. It all made sense now.

“T- thank you so much, sir,” you thank him earnestly. “I’m sorry to have suddenly bothered you-”

To your surprise, Jing Yuan holds up a hand, stopping you completely. “There’s no need to thank me, and certainly no need for apologies. You were very smart to get help.”

“G- general!” Yanqing looks like he’s ready to burst, finally getting Jing Yuan’s attention for the first time during the whole event. “Will you tell me what’s going on please!”

Jing Yuan shakes his head, smile still on his lips as he moves his hand to Yanqing’s forehead, flicking it and making the boy yell. “You must be aware of your surroundings at all times, lieutenant. How do you expect to help our people if you cannot do that? You still have a lot to learn.” With that said, the general turns back to you. The boxed tea set is still in his other hand, which he lifts and offers to you. “Here, your Meissen.”

Oh. Oh, no. Your eyes feel like they’re ready to fall out of your head, mouth falling open to reject the general. But- but that would be rude! How dare you say no to someone like that?! But- he really didn’t need to give you this! It was so expensive!

His deep laughter snaps you out of it. “You’re cute when you’re overthinking, but there’s really no need. Consider it my own apology for what you went through today.”

He makes the decision for you as he reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you to take the gift. His hands are warm as they cup your own. “I’ll put out word for the man that was following you so he doesn’t scare anyone else. So you don’t need to focus on that. Take this instead, and make today’s memory a good one.”

“O-oh,” you have no idea what to say, words falling out of your head as you stare up at Jing Yuan. His eyes are kind and his smile is warm, and suddenly you feel like the luckiest person on the planet to have such a revered general look at you like that. His direct attention is all on you.

What are you supposed to say with all that pressure, anyhow?

“Unfortunately, this seems to be all the free time we had for today,” the general seems to leave as soon as he comes, suddenly breaking apart your contact and taking a step away. “I cannot walk you home to assure your safety, but if you would feel more comfortable, I can ask a Knight to escort you home. It’s our duty to make sure our civilians are safe and comfortable, after all.”

Ah.

And just like that, Jing Yuan’s removed all the personal touches away from your encounter. None of what he’s done for you really means anything, he doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him.

But with that alone, the way he removed himself from the equation, yet he still got you the tea set… you feel as if you’re starting to know him, just a little bit.

“I’ll be alright, but thank you for your concern, general.” Once more, you bow to him and Yanqing, holding your gift delicately against your chest. “I appreciate what you did for me.” Looking back up at Jing Yuan, you hold his eye contact, as guarded as it was with his messy bangs. “I won’t forget it. Thank you.”

Jing Yuan merely hums, smiling down at you. He nods, short and firm. “A pleasure.”

And with that, he and his lieutenant walk away. All you can do is watch as they leave, trying to remember the little details and hold onto this moment and feeling as long as you can manage. When you turn around to walk back home, groceries and a new tea set in hand, you miss how Jing Yuan looks behind his shoulder for one last look at you.

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[rae-writes]

reality’s nightmare

om brothers x reader

wc : 4k (holy fuck, I did not mean to do this much-)

warnings : gore!! blood, broken bones, mangled body parts, heavy injury detail, talks of intestines/organs, there’s some fucked up imagery in this one y’all

synopsis : they say angels look beautiful when they fall, but no one talks about after they hit the ground

a/n : look, I love the scene where they’re standing before Diavolo, and it’s been mentioned that they were hurt— buuut what if we saw them bruised and broken and bleeding 

…thud…

…TH-UD…

crACK-

CRACK—

C R A C K…

Bloodcurdling screams filled the house of Lamentation, instantly waking the other seven inhabitants. The screams turned into sobs as many pairs of feet slammed against the hard floor. 

Rather unceremoniously, your door was nearly knocked off its hinges as each of your demons burst in the room, huddling around your bed; you were frantically kicking at the covers and hiding your face behind trembling arms. 

“Mc!”

His hand reached out to caress your form gently, startling you and causing you to cry even harder as you reached out for him. 

†

Lucifer holds your face in his palms like you’re made of glass, lithe fingers attempting to wipe your scalding tears in vain. He’s at a complete loss as he watches you shake like a leaf in his grasp; you were terrified, more than he’d ever seen in all his time of knowing you.

When the first born finally managed to catch your gaze, he could physically feel his heart stop. “Mc…” 

Pale as a ghost and face soaked with tears, you stared at Lucifer as if you never thought you’d see him again after bidding goodnight just three hours ago. “L-Luci-”

The surrounding area was dark- eerie - though thankfully, you could clearly tell you were at the Colosseum. You took only a single step forward before something slammed into the ground with a sick crack, just a couple feet away. 

Wings so black they blended into the dark atmosphere were bent wickedly, feathers astray and torn out while a few bones stuck in odd directions, having pierced straight through the flesh. Two gashes on the lowest part of its back oozed blood like a river, quickly forming a puddle underneath the body. The torso itself was turned in a position that was just wrong- no matter what being in the three realms it was. 

With a hand over your mouth to try and ease the bile rising in your throat, you could feel the unnatural warmth of its blood washing over the soles of your bare feet. In an attempt to scurry backwards, you slipped, bracing your arms against the dirt before your face could be washed in it. 

And only then, when you finally came within face-to-face proximity of him, did you realize who it was. 

Lucifer stared back at you, brows furrowed in pain and lips- blood dribbling past- curled into a grimace. 

You broke into a fresh round of sobs- the broken and hoarse kind that made your chest throb- and pulled your boyfriend closer. Your movement was so rushed and unexpected, Lucifer toppled over right on top of you.

His arms caught him, but he was essentially unable to push himself up as your hands had come around his back, fingertips pressing almost harshly into the skin where his wings would normally be. “My love?”

“Show me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand-”

“Show me your wings!” words desperate and eyes frantic, you were truly starting to make him panic, “Please…” your fingers grasped the shiny feathers hesitantly; you thought they’d break or tear— Lucifer could tell. 

He was confused and worried and honestly, his hands were beginning to shakily ball up your cover as he listened to you whisper in relief about how ‘they’re not broken…’

“I’m alright, Mc, I promise. My wings are alright. You’re alright.” Just what did you dream of to make you like…this? To say something like that?

You kept one hand in the middle of his four wings and the other at the base of his back where the other pair have been long since ripped out. “Can we stay like this?”

“For as long as you need.”

†

Upon seeing your frightened state, Mammon was frantic himself, hands grasping at your waist to pull you against him instead of the wall, “It’s me, Mc! It’s me, baby, it’s me!” He lets your hands grip his forearms as tight as you need, not paying much attention to the pressure in favor of trying to keep eye contact.

“Mam..mon?” the disbelief you seemed to be in sent his heart clenching, especially when you ran your palms along his bare skin, moving up and up until you were under his sleeves, grasping at his shoulders, “Mammon!” 

The pained yelp that echoed in the air made you jump, head whipping around to find the source through the darkness. Calling out in vain, your feet took you in a random direction before you tripped. With hands stretching out to feel around, you felt a trembling form that didn’t quite seem…right.

What looked like they could’ve been arms at some point in time were crushed, bleeding, mangled limbs. Almost every bone was on the outside, tearing through its skin like paper. Elbows inverted, wrists twisted forward and back, fingers snapped in every other direction. Even some of its fingernails were ripped or cracked. Shoulder blades so out of place, it was hard to tell what they were supposed to be. Collar bones not where they were meant to be— one was completely shattered and it showed through the skin. Almost the entire upper portion of the chest was barely recognizable. 

His face was, though. His gorgeous face, head dripping with blood and staining the ends of his snowy hair, features pulled into a heart-wrenching grimace. 

“Mammon…” your hands squeezed and prodded every part of his arms, starting at the shoulders you'd dug crescent moons into- not missing his collar bones that were peeking from his sleep shirt. 

He watched you examine him, pulling you closer every time you choked back a sob. “‘S me, baby, whatsa matter? You’re making your pretty eyes all swollen…” 

“Hold me— just hold me. Need t’feel your arms around me…” 

Ignoring the mumbled ‘in one piece’, Mammon wrapped his arms around you tightly without another word. He’ll chase away…whatever it was that scared you. He won’t leave. 

“I won’t leave. Promise. ‘M right here.” 

†

Oh, Levi’s eyes began watering as soon as he heard your sobbing, bursting out into tears right alongside you when he finally saw your scared form. Lacking his usual shyness, his hands curl around yours and uncover your face like you’d normally do to him. 

“Mc…m-my Henry…” he didn’t know what to do or say but he knew that the way you peered up at him- like you’d seen a ghost- makes him want to curl up and die. 

From the moment you heard the first shrill cry, you knew undoubtedly that it was your Levi. Without questions, you scrambled to your feet and took off sprinting despite being unable to see much, shouting his name with urgency. 

Stopping to catch your breath, you froze when fingers wrapped around your ankle, turning to look at what’d grabbed you. A scream left your throat at the sight. 

Crushed legs were dragging against the dirt, oozing blood and being speared with what looked like every leg bone there was. The left leg was bent out of place at the hip with the knee inverted while the right foot was twisted completely backwards, femur snapped and sticking out of the thigh. Flesh had torn where the bones caught on the ground— wide gashes that were as long as your forearm. It was horrifying. 

Even more horrifying when your sweet boyfriend had blood pouring out of his mouth as he sobbed, still dragging his mangled body along, begging for help. 

Levi flinched when you began pushing him back, mouth opening to spew out apologies when they were cut short as he watched you settle between his legs, arms hooking under his thighs to pull them even tighter against you. 

You nuzzled your head against one of his knees, “Don’t go anywhere, Leviathan…stay- stay with me, don’t leave.” Your fingers dug into his sweatpants absentmindedly. 

Levi was completely floored with how much terror filled your voice and he found himself wrapping his tail around your midsection to try and assure you that, “I’m never leaving. Y-you can’t get r-rid of me, now!” 

…just what happened to you exactly? And did he really want to find out, given how genuinely terrified it made you— the bravest person he knows. Levi didn’t know just yet, but he did know that he’d stay with you for as long as you wanted him to. 

†

Satan clutches both your ankles softly to keep you from hurting yourself, kissing at your calves when you stop thrashing. He’d never seen you in such a state and if he hadn’t trained himself over the centuries, he would’ve gone into a rage to find out who or what did this to you. 

“I’m here, darling, try to calm down now. Shhh, love, listen to my heartbeat- here.” The way you clutched at him like he’d disappear…

“Tannie?” 

You could barely see three feet in front of your face, shown by the way you stumbled and tripped your way through the dark. A loud, horrifying sound reaches your ears at the same time a liquid splashes across your face. It’s warm- running down your face disgustingly, but the sight in front of you…

Something had been impaled on a spiked rock; the jagged tip was coated in a dark substance— the same substance that nearly formed an ocean underneath the figure. It was pouring from the giant hole now in their chest area and the position had the rest of their body curved backwards. Not wanting to talk about the similar dark shapes you saw strewed about- knowing very well they were probably organs and intestines- you grip its twitching fingers cautiously, following the stream of blood down, down, down…until it reaches its face. His face. Satan’s face. His eyes are popped wide, clearly numb to the severe pain he should’ve been feeling. 

Choking back a scream, you cradle the back of his head, lifting it up so he can swallow better as he finally begins to thrash and scream. Begs to stop go unheard and you’re forced to listen to the vile sounds of his chest ripping and tearing and blood gushing, screaming yourself when it soaks the entire lower half of your body. 

“Yeah, it’s Tannie.” He doesn’t mention the grip you have on his shirt, nor does he say anything about the way you push yourself harder against his left side. 

You tap your finger along to the beat of his heart- the rhythm is strong and steady. Alive. “Satan…” 

He watches you smooth your hand over his chest, “Yes, love?” Frowning, he wipes at the corner of your eyes, not wanting you to cry anymore. 

You say nothing at first, instead choosing to curl up closer. There’s an edge to the air before you give a nearly inaudible, “Don’t leave.” 

Satan relaxes, if only for your comfort. “Never.” He needs to know what caused you so much torment— for now, though, he will be with you for as long as you need. 

†

Asmo chooses to scramble around gathering water, a warm washcloth, and spritzing a light soothing scent on his clothes before he’s clamoring in your bed. He gingerly wipes down your face, whispering about swollen eyes and how much salt is in tears; he’s just trying his best to divert your attention. 

But you’re still hysterical, eyes unable to stop shedding tears even as he’s wiping them away. Your hands snake up his jaw, pressing down and smoothing across the skin until your breath stutters and you simply can’t let out audible cries anymore. 

Running around in the dark wasn’t such a good idea, especially now that you’re sprawled on the ground with your head throbbing from how hard you hit it. The lumpy dirt is uncomfortably irritating, but before you can move, you hear shrill crying as something comes slamming into the ground a couple feet beside you. 

Nearly inaudible whimpers left it as it just laid there, body and wings twitching sporadically. Slowly, with sick cracking sounds following, it’s head turned to the side- facing right at you. His jaw was hanging, knocked out of place, and visibly broken. Teeth were fractured or missing entirely, mouth ripped one one side and lips punctured with holes from his teeth...his tongue was hanging by only a couple of muscles, nearly severed from the force of the fall— he must’ve bit it as he was screaming. There was blood pouring onto the ground underneath him, coating what was left of his lower face and splashed into his eyes, all the way up to his forehead. 

You couldn’t even scream as you watched Asmo’s body convulse with choked sounds, eyes refusing to close even as an acidic taste started to make its way up your throat before you were forced to lift your upper body and retch out the contents of your stomach. 

Shakily, almost like you were scared he’d fall apart, you place a kiss to his cheekbone, trailing down his jaw until you reach the corner of his mouth. “Azzy..I love you.” 

You were now officially scaring Asmo, but he kept his cool nonetheless. “I love you more, hun! How about we go take a relaxing bath before trying to sleep again? Sounds good, hm?” 

Briefly, your fingers pressed down harder where you were caressing his jaw before letting up. “Mhm.” You wrapped your arms around his neck like a child, not wanting him to go too far. “Sleep with you.” 

“Yeah, you can sleep with me. My sheets will be good for your skin!” While his words were chipper, there wasn’t a single trace of a smile on his face; why was this happening to you? What happened to you?…what did you see? 

“I love you, Mc. You don’t have to worry about anything else.” 

†

Even though he knows everyone is worried, Beel shoves to the front with the sole intention of protecting you. You’ve curled yourself into a ball, but he just lifts you into his arms and pulls you in close. 

At the familiar warmth of your boyfriend, your eyes snap up to see his worried smile and the only thing you can manage to do is rest your forehead against his with a choked cry of his name. 

Your knees were scraped and bleeding from all the times you’ve tripped in the dark, so you were walking slowly, inching forward until your foot came in contact with something soft. Crouching down, you squinted at the orange color and rubbed the soft tufts between your fingers before your eyes finally adjusted. 

It was Beel. He was curled on his right side, peeks of bone showing from where he landed. His eyes were swimming with blood, upper face drenched with it from where it streamed out of his head- he’d cracked his skull straight across his forehead. His neck was bent in an odd direction- probably twisted before hitting the ground- and more blood bubbled out of his mouth the longer he thrashed his head and tried to speak. 

When he reached a trembling hand out, you finally took notice of Belphie lying beside him; the sob that ripped from your throat was guttural when the younger started crying out in Beel’s stead. 

“I’m here, Mc. It’s okay now, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You didn’t have the heart or the bearings to tell him that you were afraid of something happening to him again, instead choosing to just bury your face in his neck and sob harder. The cries only increased in pitch when you felt him move, “Don’t go! Don’t leave me, stay, don’t leave me, please…”

He’d only shifted to scoot further back, but his heart was absolutely breaking at the state of you. “Always, Mc.” Laying down, he tucked you into his right side, frowning at the thought of something causing you this much anguish. “I’ll stay with you always…I might have to carry you with me to the kitchen later tonight, though…sorry.”

†

When he finally manages to shove everyone out of the way, Belphie caresses your cheeks, dipping his fingers into the flesh softly as he forces you to look at him. “Look at me. No, no, at me.” 

Your brows are furrowed, breaths coming out quick and short, “Bel…” you cradled his face even softer than he was yours, “My Belphegor…” 

The sharp pebbles and uneven ground irritated your palms and knees as you crawled, trying to make your way around in the dark with little injury. You staggered when your hand slipped in something warm, flailing before bumping into what the warmth was coming from. You’d slipped in blood. 

It was a trembling, bleeding lump on the ground, curled into a half fetal position on its left side. The arm that it landed on was completely bent backwards at the shoulder, fingers twitching with the pain they must’ve been feeling. A few rib bones punctured the abdomen, causing a tearing sound when they moved too much. There’s a large crack on the left side of the skull, which is where most of the blood is pouring from; through the streaked blood, where he’d probably tried to rub it away, you could see Belphie’s face. Tears had washed the blood from his eyes into his mouth where he kept having to spit it out onto the dirt in order to keep crying out for help.

With a start, you easily recognized what- or who- he was clutching onto desperately to be Beel. The way they were curled around one another…your tears mixed with the blood pooling into the dirt, hands making their way through the disgusting mud puddle it created to grab at his injured hand.

“Your Belphegor, ‘m your belphie-” he dragged you in closer, tucking you securely against his left side, “Wanna tell your Bel what’s the matter? Nightmare?”

Pushing the nauseous feeling down- and the distinct feeling that you knew it wasn’t a nightmare, that it was real- you shook your head in denial. It was such a poor lie that you couldn’t help but wince into his shoulder, but he didn't say anything.

He just pulled you in tighter and tighter until your breaths were practically his. “Told you to sleep with me. Nothing stands a chance against the avatar of sloth in this department.” Belphie relaxed when his rambling made you laugh, “Not gonna let anything haunt you like this again.”

It was real, it was real, it was real. “Okay…I love you, Bel.”

Lucifer fell backwards out of the heavens; the first to fall and the first to hit the ground (he watched his brothers fall with him— heard the vile sounds of each one of them hitting hell's earth). Though various emotions clouded his mind, he still had the wit intact to try and maneuver himself before crashing, though that made it much worse. Half twisted before his landing, his torso remained twisted, ribs shattered and internal organs pierced with bone. His back, despite his best efforts, is what had the most contact with the ground- broken at every vertebrae. Feathery wings now black fluttered uselessly against his will, shocked with the pain of having been torched, torn, broken, and pierced by their own bones. Lucifer had always been the one that hid his pain best out of the six, so he grits his teeth and twists his torso back into place and gets up because he needs to get to his family. 

In an attempt to reach out for his brother, Mammon fell through the clouds with his arms stretched out, eyes never straying from the view in front of him, not even when Lucifer’s body hit the ground and he knew he was about to be next. He caught himself, or tried to, instantly snapping his wrists and sending a domino effect throughout his arms; each bone and joint cracking, shooting sharp pains straight to his head. Even his shoulders had been knocked horrendously out of place, so the only way he managed to get upright was the frantic flapping of his wings. Broken, kneeling on shaking legs, the sight of his mutilated arms made his stomach churn and bile rise. The acidic feeling has him retching miserably, yet even so, he spits out as much of the taste as he can and stands, hellbent on finding his family even if his arms are useless. 

With his throat closing up from panic at having the ground beneath him crumble and break, Levi falls through feet first, head lifted to watch the heavens grow farther and farther, arms scrambling in vain to grab at something. In this frantic state, he never saw the end of his fall coming- he only felt the white hot pain cracking through his lower limbs- heard his bones shattering and snapping apart. His hands are clutching at dirt, choke sobs wrecking through his frame because he can’t feel his legs anymore. His brain is only registering the throb of pierced skin, veins, and arteries. The drag against the ground makes the pain worse, but he can’t find it in his hysterical self to stop pulling his body along, arms shaking under the strain as he attempts to seek out one of his brothers for help.

Opposite of his…’creator’, Satan fell backwards amongst the clouds, head tilted towards the ground as it got closer and closer. His eyes closed in anticipation of the impact, expecting his skull to get crushed, but they quickly shot open at the gutting sensation in his abdomen. Blonde hair tickled the rocks beneath him, head still lolled backwards with no energy to lift it, making the blood dripping from his mouth stream into his eyes. He’d been impaled on a spiked boulder, sending a numbing tingle throughout his entire body; the only moving parts of him were the shocked blinking of his eyes, bobbing of his adam’s apple as he tried to swallow his own blood, and the occasional twitch of his fingertips. Once the numbness made its way to his throat, he began to panic, blindly moving his sluggish limbs in an attempt to get free. The struggle irritated his wound, making more and more blood gush until there was a whole ocean of it underneath him- at some point, he lost the ability to move at all, and the only thing he could do was let out curdling screams until someone found him.

Asmo fell in a daze, not really processing the situation until he saw ink black washing over his ivory wings. He suddenly screamed, hands rubbing over the shedding feathers like somehow he could stop them from blowing away with the wind. Watching all the feathers burned down into four smooth, leathery wings, he was completely hysterical as the reality of the situation sunk in. When he couldn’t bear to look at what he was becoming anymore, he cast his teary eyes in front of him, breath getting stolen from his throat when his jaw met the ground, shattering instantly upon impact. The rest of his body hurdled against the dirt and he just laid there, too shocked with pain to even really feel it. The tang of copper crawled up his throat, spilling out of his mouth, but the only thing he could do was let out choked whimpers, hoping someone could hear. 

As his throat constricted until he could barely breathe, heart thumping sporadically after ‘letting’ his sister be shot, Beel fell clutching his twin against his chest. He promised he wouldn’t let go, but the momentum made him lose his grip anyway, sending Beel further into panic. He never got the chance to wonder about the end of their fall- he was too busy trying to reach his brother again- but he felt it. The shock of pain blooming where he landed on his right side, the feeling of organs being pierced by bone. He desperately wanted to lift his head to see if the other was still beside him, but his eyes were covered with blood from his cracked skull. He whimpers out his twin’s name, flinching when someone grabs his ankle before frantically reaching out with his left arm to grab onto Belphegor’s ankle— he wanted to shout out, but he couldn’t find the energy to speak. Instead he had to listen to Belphie cry out for someone to save them. 

Belphie fell screaming, hands grasping onto his twin with frantic desperation after having watched his sister get shot with an arrow. The wind blowing past them was grating against his ears, further panicking him when his grip began slipping the faster gravity dragged them down. As soon as they broke apart, they were scrambling to reach each other again, and he didn’t notice the sight of the ground coming closer until they crashed into it. He fell on his left side, arm and leg getting crushed under the shocking weight, ribs cracking, and head knocking against the dirt so hard it made his vision blur and skull break open. In this position, he was facing Beelzebub’s feet, like they were Yin and Yang. He uses his right arm to reach out for his twin again, gripping onto his uninjured leg tightly, voice coming out cracked as he assured his brother it’d be okay before crying out for one of the others to please come save them.

#obey me x reader #om x reader #lucifer x reader #om lucifer #mammon x reader #om mammon #leviathan x reader #om levi #satan x reader #om satan #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #om asmodeus #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #om beel #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #om belphegor

[captain-mj]

Can we have eboy ghost and jock soap??? Pls???????? I have your thigh bone and I will beat the shit out you with them.

Yes you absolutely can!! Also, they're college age in this because I refuse to write high schoolers. They meet at a party.

Soap had no idea why he decided to go to this concert. He had never heard of the band, but he had needed to get drunk and this seemed like a good idea.

The place was packed.

Lot of people wearing dark clothing and sunglasses. Several of them had tons of gothic makeup on that made them look earie in the flashing lights. Soap had worn a jacket that he kept zipped up and jeans.

This was a bad idea. He felt like he stood out and not in a fun way.

Whatever. Just find where the alcohol is. Just find where the alcohol is and get wasted.

Soap notice a man with a skull mask. It was plastic and only covered the top part of his face, the bottom half exposed to show where they used black makeup to make it look like his mouth stretched to his ears.

His eyes caught Soap, a stunning green and Soap could see the flash of teeth when he grinned.

"Need something?" Accent was clearly from Manchester, but there was something in it. An underlying current of cold.

"What are you offering?" Soap tried to seem confident, still working to blend in.

The masked man tilted his head a little before laughing. "You're new. Can tell. You reek of fucking poser. And what's with the accent?"

Soap paused, getting whiplash. "Uh..." A hand fell on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin.

Tall. This guy was fucking tall. "Tommy, stop being a dick. And you look like a loser wearing that mask."

"Get fucked, Simon." The guy hissed and stalked off.

Soap quickly pulled away and looked up. Shaggy dark hair, earrings and thick makeup around his eyes. The black shirt he wore hung tight to him and the rings he had on looked rather nice next to his tattooed arms. "Don't let him be mean to you. He's a pain in the ass." Same accent.

"You know him?"

"Unfortunately," Simon said it with the biggest fucking sigh, "he's my little brother. So don't be mean to him either. Hate to have kick your ass." He was smoking something and it definitely did not smell like a cigarette.

Soap was standing in front of one of the hottest guys he ever met after getting insulted and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. "Thanks for helping me out."

Simon shrugged, like this was something fun for him. If he was anything like Soap's older sisters, it might be. They made eye contact and Soap's stomach flipped.

"He was right though. You clearly don't really come to scenes very often. What brings you here tonight?"

Soap hesitated before sighing. "Had a break up recently. Wanted to get my mind off of it."

"Ah." Simon took a drag again before smiling. "Don't take anything else here. Mostly cheap party drugs that barely do anything." He said that while offering the joint to him.

Soap really shouldn't. It's not that he was above occasionally smoking weed or anything, but he didn't know this guy and had no clue if it was laced.

"Sure." He took it from him anyway though he kept it light, his eyes flicking over to see if there was some trick

Simon just took it back and they traded it back and forth before he eventually led Soap away from where they were as it got packed. His hand ended up on Soap's lower back somehow.

"So. When you're not trying to get over a break up and going to parties, what do you do?" Simon looked so genuinely curious and Soap liked the attention.

"Promise not to call you a poser?"

"Love. You are a poser." Simon laughed. "Won't hold it against you though."

Love? Love?

"I'm a football player. In college. The local one."

"Oh. I go there."

"I wonder how we've never met."

"I don't hang out with football players and I definitely don't dress like this. I also don't talk to strangers." Simon rather obviously looked him up and down. "Makes sense. You have a football player build."

"You're pretty fit yourself..." Soap decided to skip over the comment about not hanging out with football players.

Simon stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowing and Soap stared back. Such dark eyes. It felt like he got lost in them.

"Ever heard of shotgunning?"

"No. Can't say I have." Soap blinked up at him and Simon grinned.

"Want me to show you?"

Soap nodded before really thinking about it. Simon took a drag and then kissed him. Soap froze up but opened his mouth, feeling the smoke fill his lungs. Simon kissed him for way longer than necessary.

"Fun?"

"Y-yeah. Think we can do this again sometime?"

"Hmmm.... Still don't hang out with football players... But I guess I can make an exception for you." Simon had barely pulled away. Their noses were still touching.

"Maybe I can convince you to come to one of my games?"

"A bunch of guys throwing themselves at each other and kicking a ball around...." Simon said it so disparagingly, but that wasn't a no. Soap kept smiling at him and he sighed. "Maybe. You're lucky you're pretty." He pulled away.

Pretty?

"Forget about who you came here to forget?"

"Yeah. I think I did."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #I swear they act cringe on purpose #I made them a little cringe #It's an eboy x jock fic its gotta be

[reiding-writing]

Hiii, I absolutely loved immortal it was adorable!

I was wondering if I could request a fluff fic w Gn!reader where when Spencer goes to the swing set after the whole thing with Cat at the restaurant reader also goes there maybe to read a book and it’s a whole meet cute kinda thing cause it’s one of his favorite authors or smth?

sry for the long request I was trying to be specific lmao😭

swinging [ s.r ]

Summary:

You attempt to find your usual late night escape in the empty play park late one evening after an argument with your boyfriend, instead you find a handsome stranger that you find oddly endearing.

WARNINGS: shitty boyfriend (not spencer obviously)

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: fluff (kinda hurt/comfort)

wc: 1.5k

masterlist!!

a/n: i love hyper-specific requests man don’t apologise 🫶 also college is kicking my ass and that’s why this is so short sorry 😭

“It’s a little late for a play date don’t you think?”

Your comment clearly catches the boy in front of you off guard, his head shooting upwards and his eyes wide like he was in a state of fight or flight.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” You take a second to admire the man in front of you through your apology.

His hair was fluffy, bordering curly, and long enough that it was getting caught in his eyelashes as he blinked up at you.

His eyes were big, round, and practically glistening in the warm lighting of the lamp post to your left.

He was dressed in a finely pressed black suit fit with a baby blue shirt and a lilac tie that made him look like he’d walked right out of one of those rom-coms where the male lead is a prolific billionaire.

He was gorgeous.

“I came here to wallow in my own self-pity but it looks like you beat me to it,” You can’t help but chuckle softly at your own explanation. “Do you mind?”

You gesture towards the swing besides his with a book held in your left hand and a soft expression, as if to silently tell the beautiful stranger in front of you that if he wanted to be alone that you would feel any offense.

“Uh- yeah- no- no, go ahead,” You don’t even try to suppress the smile that creeps its way onto your face at the way he stumbles over his words, and you take a seat on the swing next to him with a chuckled “Thank you,” as you turn your head down to the open book in your lap, just illuminated enough under the lamp post so you can read the words on the pages.

Any distinguishing factors, including the book’s title were unceremoniously hidden from view as it blends into the night’s shadows, effectively halting curious effort of the boy next to you to figure out what it is.

Of course, it doesn’t take long for you to feel his lingering gaze, and you follow it down to the novel in your hands before you show off the cover in his direction.

Paramenides by Plato.

“Have you read it?”

Your voice stops his psychoanalysis of your literature choices as he turns his eyes back up towards your face again.

“I have actually,” He nods softly at you with a pursed, slightly awkward smile, the contours of his cheek bones perfectly captured in the dim lighting. “I read it when I was doing my Philosophy degree.”

“No kidding-“ You let out a small laugh in surprise at the fact the cute stranger encroaching on your usual pity party venue just so happened to have a degree in Philosophy.

He also just so happened to have an absolutely beautiful laugh, the sound like a song in your ear as he joins you in laughing about the absurdity of the odds that the two of you both had a keen interest in philosophy.

“So, what brings you out here so late then?” You seem to lose interest in your book as the two of you make eye contact, shutting it in your lap as you turn your shoulders towards him. “No, wait, let me guess, shitty date?”

The boy lets out a breath that could almost constitute as laugh, averting his eyes from you and leaning towards slightly to awkwardly run his hands over his legs. “Something like that-”

You give him a sympathetic smile and a nod. “Don’t let it ruin your perception of romance, it’ll work out in the end,”

The boy’s eyes turn up towards you once more as you speak, and your smile becomes a little more awkward as he meets your gaze once more.

“You don’t look like you believe yourself…” His words leaving you blinking softly in his direction, facial expression full of confusion.“Your relationship isn’t going very well at the moment is it?”

Your expression morphs at his question and he immediately backtracks, waving his hands around as he tries to pull back the conversation.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t- I’m-” He takes a sharp breath in through his nose before attempting to actually speak a full sentence to you. “I’m a uh profi- A behavioural analyst- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable i’m so sorry-“

“No it’s alright,” It was your turn to awkwardly drag your hands down your legs now, fingers curling over the edge of your book as you reach it and fiddle with the metal plating on one of the corners of the cover. “You’re not wrong,”

You can practically see the curiosity in his eyes as you confirm his suspicion. “Is that why you’re here?”

You can hear the cautiousness in his tone as he presses you further, clearly scared about crossing a line, “You said you came here to ‘wallow in self-pity’ earlier…”

You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of your earlier statement as he repeats it back to you. “We uh, had an argument,”

You play it off as something insignificant, but you can tell that he doesn’t believe you and soon end up finding yourself spilling the entirety of your relationship problems to someone you’ve never met before.

“He has this best friend that he’s like weirdly close to and he stood me up on a movie night we were supposed to have so they could go out together instead-“ You sigh exasperatedly as you replay the nights events in your head.

“I called him to ask where he was and it spun into him yelling at me for ‘not respecting’ his friendship because they’ve been friends longer than we’ve been dating, it’s stupid really-“

“That’s not stupid at all,” He shakes his head determinedly at you. “He’s not respecting your relationship, i’m sorry you have to deal with that,”

You can’t help but feel minorly guilty for making a stranger feel bad for you, but you give him a soft “Thank you,” nonetheless.

You unfortunately don’t have time to continue your conversation as your phone buzzes with a message from your boyfriend telling you that you have to go home to your shared apartment.

With a sigh you pick yourself up from the swing, clutching your book underneath your arm.

“Well, it was nice to meet you…” You trail of the sentence with indication for him to fill in the space with his name.

“Dr. Reid- Spencer Reid- Spencer- I’m Spencer....”

You can see the flush spread across his cheeks and over his nose as he stumbles out his name.

“I enjoyed speaking with you Spencer,” You give the cute stranger, Spencer, a soft smile as you prepare yourself to leave, hands stuffed in your pockets.

“I enjoyed speaking to you too,” He returns your smile with one of his own, albeit one that’s slightly more awkward, and you can see his mouth fall open again as if he was going to say something else, but his words fall short.

“Good night,” Your stopped in your walk home almost before it even starts as Spencer calls after you with a new found confidence.

“Wait-“ His voice echoes through the empty play park, and you turn around to meet his glistening gaze once more. “Am I- going to see you again?”

His half-awkward demeanour was oddly charming, eliciting a soft smile that spreads to your eyes.

“I like to read here sometimes, bring a book with you and maybe we can read together…”

Spencer smiles at your indirect invitation to see him here again in the future, and he nods softly at your answer, standing from the swing he was sat on to mirror you. “I’d like that,”

“Good,” You give him another soft smile that joined by a slight tilt of your head. “I’ll see you soon then..”

“Yeah…” Spencer stays stood as he watches you leave to go home, mind running at a million miles a minute as his brain fully comprehends what just happened.

You’re already out of sight before he realises that he forgot to ask for your name.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #mgg #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #asks 🫶

[mywritingonlyfans]

Can you write about how Al would be with his little one, like a babygirl??? Please, I like you a lot ♥️

I like you too, sz! I'm bubbling my heart out with this, ugh :,)

Daddy's girl // Alex Turner X Reader! (Fluffly)

prompt: just a heart to heart conversation between dad and daughter

words: 1,4K.

You leaned against the door, observing Alex in a white tank top, his hair tousled and clearly showing signs of fatigue. He was in the bathroom with Daisy, both facing the mirror. Her eyes seemed somewhat sad as she held the toothpaste tube between her small hands. Alex had his hand on her back, ensuring that she didn't fall off the bench that brought her to his level. Despite her hatred of brushing her teeth, Alex remained patient with her, as he always did.

Just moments before picking up the brush that Alex had prepared for her, Daisy dropped it gently into the sink. Her eyes welled up with tears, and with the silence in the room, both you and Alex realized that the issue this time was not the tooth brushing itself. It wasn't a tantrum, if it were she would be kicking like hell. 

Alex gently held her face, turning her towards the mirror. His large hands almost covered the girl's entire face. He kissed her cheek and moved up to her forehead, making her chuckle nervously before snuggling into his arms. "What's wrong, pumpkin?" he asked in a calm and caring voice, wiping away her tears with his fingers.

The girl sniffled and shook her head. "I don't know...I just feel sad," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex hugged her tighter, planting a soft kiss on her hair. "It's okay to feel sad sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, his voice full of understanding.

The girl nodded, her tears still streaming down her face. Alex continued to hold her, patiently listening to her as she poured out her heart. He knew that sometimes, all a person needed was a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. And he was happy to be there for her little girl, every step of the way.

 "Daddy, do you like my hair?" Her cautious voice reverberated throughout the bathroom. Daisy was hesitant, but it was clear that despite feeling embarrassed, he trusted Alex and didn't even consider that he would belittle her words.

"Why are you asking?" He furrowed his brow, observing her as her fingers traced down his arms. Her gaze wasn't sad, but still concerning, and she avoided meeting his eyes, even through the mirror. "I love your hair. It's a perfect blend of your mother and me," he reassured her, resting his chin on her shoulder. She hugged herself, appearing downcast, but even so, seeing her standing on a bench in front of the mirror was the most adorable thing in the world to him. Just as it was for you, the two of them together were irresistible. 

"I wish mine looked like yours," she said, her eyes filling with tears and breaking his heart.

 Noticing that she would turn to him, and knowing that whenever she cried, she would snuggle into his chest for a safe haven, he held her in place and lifted her chin slightly. "Hey, you're beautiful as hell," he whispered, causing Daisy's eyes to widen. 

"Still," he shook his head, not allowing her temporary negativity to take over. "I won't let you say anything mean about yourself, pumpkin," Alex hugged her waist, studying her face in the mirror. "Don't you think you're pretty?" Daisy remained silent, briefly glancing at him. The answer never came. 

"Okay, look at me," he said, waiting for her to comply. "You're beautiful, like the most beautiful girl in the world. Your hair is gorgeous, just like all of your features. I love hearing your voice, seeing your eyes shine, your freckles, and so many other things about you," Alex poured his heart out all at once. Daisy felt embarrassed but a bit better, with her lips between her teeth to hide a smile and her eyes free of any trace of tears after her dad's words. Alex felt good in his role as her father, and he would never let his girl think less of herself. "Now go ahead and say that out loud." 

"What?" She tensed up in his embrace, looking at him with suspicion. "Yep, exactly what I said. Repeat after me, okay?" she agreed. "I am beautiful," he said in his calm voice, with a smile on his face to encourage her. Daisy took a deep breath, gazed at him, lowered her arms to her sides, closed her eyes, and repeated it aloud. God, you couldn't love Alex any less.

 "Perfect, see?" Alex reassured her, nodding his head excessively, which made her burst out into a hearty laugh. "Now, with your eyes open, say 'I am an amazing girl'," he encouraged her.

"I am an amazing girl," she said, keeping herself cheerful and radiant before his eyes.

"I am powerful, capable, and smart," Alex continued.

"I am powerful, capable, and smart," she repeated even louder this time, warming Alex's chest.

"I'm very proud of you, girl!" Alex exclaimed, noticing you smiling beside the door. You shook your head, as if asking him not to mention that you were there. He knew you wanted to make it their own moment, even if you always said the same thing to her every morning before she got up. 

"Can I have braids though?" she asked, taking his attention away from you. She already had a scrunchie on hand and his cell phone ready for him in case he needed it. You could already imagine yourself holding back a laugh as Alex certainly didn't know what he was doing. Daisy was trying to help him, with all the excitement she had in her, but that was just getting in the way. He was patient with her, just like he always was.

 The way he arched his brow, with a small pout on his lips as he struggled to understand a braid tutorial on YouTube, was the cutest thing ever, and all you needed after hours of work. It was obvious that the braid would be all messed up, but Daisy liked it because he had done it himself for her. 

 Alex looked confused, as expected, but you found it endearing. When he finished, he looked back at you, smiling at your bright eyes. You had given your approval. As soon as he was done, he handed the brush back to Daisy, who seemed reluctant but still didn't hesitate. Alex chuckled, which made the little girl laugh at her own tantrum, and then he started brushing his teeth with her so she wouldn't have to do it alone. She seemed to enjoy it, and both you and Alex knew it would become a tradition.

"You're doing great, Daisy!" Alex said, his own toothbrush foaming with toothpaste. "Just like that, keep brushing."

Daisy beamed up at him, proud of her accomplishment. "Thanks, Daddy!"

Alex grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No problem, kiddo. We'll make sure your teeth are nice and clean." He kissed her cheek quickly with the foam, making her laugh even harder in his arms.

You watched the scene unfold, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. It was moments like this that made everything worth it. Alex was an amazing father, just as a lovely partner as well. And you were grateful to have him in yours and Daisy’s life.

"Let's go, my girl," he helped her dry off and placed her on his lap. "Let's give mom a kiss and go to sleep, okay?" He smiled warmly at both her and you, walking over to where you were waiting with open arms.

As he approached, the little girl leaned over and gave you a sweet peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, Mommy, I love ya," she said, her voice sleepy and content.

You kissed her head and cheek, repeating that you loved her too very and very and very much, several times, before doing the same to Alex and causing her to bubble up in more laughter as he was getting red in the face. And then you were filled with that all-too-familiar feeling of gratitude for this little family that you had created. As you headed to bed, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you would always have each other. And that was all that mattered.

...

taglist: @ohladymoon @bloo-wisteria @indierockgirrl (if you wanna be added or removed just let me know!)

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #arctic monkeys #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

[apneicodette]

You're in my dreams (therefore, you're mine)

Your ability to manifest yourself in others' dreams was a tool you often used in your family's line of work. But one day you appeared in a dream of strange man.

Scaramouche x reader [gender neutral but is mentioned in a wedding dress]

Scara Fatui Harbinger era

Soulmate type beat

Made up Lore: Dream Travelers: A rare spiritual ability where one can travel to another's Dream when sleeping [both parties have to be asleep]. They can't control another persons dream only be a part of it and talk to them, which in a way they could if they wanted to, mainuplate the dreamer in order to change the setting of the dream. The only way for the dream traveler to leave the dream is if the host kicks them out or wakes up.

Warnings: Scaramouche, slight yanderish behavior, mention of blood/murder [not too descriptive], obsessive behavior, mainuplation.

♫ Get out of my head. Can't you tell that you're dead, to me? Talk to me instead, till we go to bed ♫

From a young age, you were deemed special and not the Tevyat special where you were bestowed a vision.

No, you had a natural born gift.

The gift of dream traveling.

"It was to be expected," your family said. You came from a strong bloodline of healers, and though you don't have a vision, this gift of dreams within itself can heal.

Working with your mother of very few words, at the age of 8, you'd manifest yourself in many of your mother's patients easing their pains. Helping to turn their nightmares into dreams even if those nightmares frightened you to the core.

You suppose you can thank your mother for your now strong fear tolerance.

You found it such a strange phenomenon as you got older. You could experience so much emotion yet at the same time it all felt like nothing.

Is that even possible?

Maybe these emotions are so overwhelming to point where you become numb to them. You wonder if that's what you wanted.

It's not that you couldn't differentiate whether you felt sad, angry, happy. It's that you couldn't tell if you cared or not.

Regardless, you continued your job as a healer even after your mother died, ultimately taking over the business.

You laughed to yourself, I suppose I do care about one thing, sleep.

A common notion of tiredness mix with stress could always be solved by your bed. After a long day of work, it's something you always look forward to.

Your small cozy room filled with trinkets passed down from your family mixed with gifts from your patients as a token of their gratitude. You dim your light as you submerged yourself in under the blanket.

Your body shivered. It couldn't have been possible for the temperature to drop so low very quickly. And even so, you were covered up. You took a deep breath in, feeling the cold breeze enter in and out of you.

Additionally, your nose picked up a faint scent of... something burning, and the scent only got stronger. That alone was enough to bring you to your senses.

However, when you got up, you noticed you were nowhere in your room, not even close. A snowy forest and from the distance smoke from the fire that alerted your senses.

Are you serious right now? It was a dream one that you knew was definitely not yours. Seems as though that precious sleep of yours is long gone.

You picked yourself up off from the snow, treading your way towards the fire. Your thought process was simply to find the host and make them wake up.

You could tell you were getting closer as you could feel your thoart get more stuffed from the smoke.

A small house, though clearly not much of it. The majority of it has been burned by the fire, leaving very little behind. Your eyes trailed down to find him. Must be the host.

He was on his knees clinging so tight on to the snow, with a doll in his hands. You treaded carefully and calmly towards the man.

As you got closer, you noticed his pale skin along with violet hair, tears pickling down his face, and onto the snow blending in perfectly. The doll in his hand made a strong resemblance to the man, both wearing a white-lavender kimono.

This was obviously a nightmare.

Sighing deeply. You decided it was best to simply wake him up, though as you were about touch the man, a voice behind you spoke.

"Enjoying the show?"

Your head snapped, to be met with the same very man on the ground, expect with a whole different attire, not to mention demeanor. This time, he wore a harsher shade of purple in contrast to his lavender attire. A blant symbol of electro. You made an educated guess that he is Inazuman.

Still, this has never happened before, this would mean this man is very self aware of his dream that he can sense the presence of one's interference regardless of you purpfulosully trying to hide yourself.

"Am I talking to myself?" a very harsh tone of voice immented from the man. Something told you he holds a very high authority.

"Apologies, I did not mean to intrude"

"That's not what I asked, was it" Though you met many different people from variety of personalities, this man had a very intimidating aura with a very limited amount of patience.

"Pardon?"

He stepped closer, and you could hear the snow crunch underneath his foot. You hadn't even realized he was hiding underneath the shadows as he now revealed a veiled hat that compliments his attire.

"Did you. Enjoy the show."

You were stumped. How exactly were you supposed to answer this? From the looks of it, this man seems very difficult to please. With his very little to no patience, you decided the best course of action was to be bluntly honest with him.

"No"

.....

The man simply laughed as though what you said was the most funniest thing. "Oh, please do tell." he was clearly intrigued.

"Well, uh, it's not really a show if I don't know the whole context surrounding this um.. scene?" You treaded carefully with your words.

"Hmm you are quite correct, unfortunately I've been replaying this scene over and over again so I can't do much about your wonderful cristism"

The man walked past you to stand behind his 'past self', your eyes trailing his movements as he went on.

"A dream Traveler very rare indeed, should I consider myself lucky?" He smiled at you as he placed a hand on top his past-self's head.

His smile was erie and did not match his dead eyes. "You see, the scene isn't over. I usually end it off by doing a special something. Are you ready?"

Your breathing stayed calmed as you watched, questioning where exactly he was going with this.

Crack

His body went limp on the snowy ground. His past self's body, that is. And the man only laughed as he stepped on his body as though the past him were a spec of dust.

"Are you done yet" you spoke, causing the man to stop in his tracks.

"Come on, it's not like you have nothing better to do." He exasperated as though he makes a good point.

"You very well seem to know what needs to happen so I can leave, so why are you prolonging my stay?"

"Hmm, because im bored. And you, my little dreamer, are getting quite bold. This is my dream, I suggest you play along"

"Is that supposed to scare me."

"It should"

You groaned in frustration, this man clearly abusing you for his whole entertainment, which still made no complete sense to you.

"Fine, but can you at least try to change the scenery"

"Are you deaf? I have not been able to change this for a long time"

"That's because you haven't let go"

He pondered on your words scoffing at the end, "And what do you know."

"I know that nightmares reflect on our fears, past regrets, our deepest thoughts. When I say let go, I don't mean to forget it. But in a way, see it as a way to grow, use this dream as a strength"

He raised a brow. You deeply sighed, "Let me ask you this, What does this dream.. well memory mean to you?"

You weren't fully expecting him to give you a full-out detail of his life. Opening up is already hard in itself.

Turns out this man, Kunikuzushi, what he told you his name was, was relieving the grief of a child he once traveled with. Unfortunately, the child lost his life due to an illness. Out of anger and grief, Kunikuzushi burned their once home till nothing but ashes remained, even the once doll he held, he eventually threw into the remainder flames.

Of course, your heart swelled at the thought. The last bit of the time you and him had in his mind, he did, in fact, manage to change the dream to the setting of a quiet, dark office. After spilling a secret of himself, you both shared no other words. This was alright, you thought, at least now maybe he won't suffer at night. It would be the last time you see this oh so strange, unpredictable Kunikuzushi.

At least that's what you thought.

You constantly found yourself in this man's dream, night after night. You blamed yourself because after that first encounter, the next day you went to sleep, you found yourself thinking about him. Next thing you know,your right in front of him.

After each encounter with him, he has found a way to invade your thoughts with each impression he left.

"You must be obsessed with me." You started to get to know him more than you'd like, including his overbearing confidence and smug attitude.

"In your dreams.... litterally, " and of course you'd countered his banters, which he seemed to enjoy.. to an extent.

The man didn't like it when you pry into sensitive topics, though after a while since you asked the said question, he'd vaguely answer it, just don't pester him after it.

You found yourself waking up in the morning feeling.. happy? You always spend your nights alone, even your days. Yet, these small moments of simply talking and getting to know him affected you more than you thought.

And you're not sure if you like that thought. I mean, how did you affect him?

It's almost been two months, and just when the thought of talking to him about possibly meeting outside of the dream stopped, when this new setting of his dream appeared for the third time.

Him, drenched in blood not of his own, with lifeless boddies underneath his towering figure.

"You shouldn't get mad at me. This is your doing"

You stood silent. As his voice cracked a little. He hated when you didn't respond.

"You're the one that told me to let go, and so I did. This- This dream isn't a nightmare. It's my future. I've told you last time we were here, people in this stupid wretched world will either be doing two things. Bowing to me or being eradicated from existence. "

Still nothing.

He grabbed you by the waist, and you cringed at the red stains he printed on your clothes. You tilted your head away as you tried to push him away to no avail. You gave up and just decided to stand still, yet you couldn't help but slightly flinched at the feeling of him resting his head on your shoulder.

"Don't you understand?" His voice came up as a whisper. A rise of electricity flowed through your body, giving you chills.

"No," you finally spoke to which you could feel him smiling just at fact you responded back. "You make me think I understand when in reality you like to keep me in the dark of your past. You shine a light of what you think I want to hear"

He tilted your head to meet his, which is now front of yours, his eyes staring deeply into yours. "As though you don't do the same?"

Your silence only proved his point. "We all keep secrets, dear. Don't you see that these dreams -" he laughed to himself "that you keep coming back to, is me opening myself up to you"

"This Darkness you-" he cut you off.

"We all have darkness, I'm just only starting to embrace mine. It's okay, I don't mind holding your darkness for you. After all, you've helped me, haven't you? It's only right I return the favor"

Before you could refuse any of the words he has said, his lips crashed onto yours. It was roughed and forced accompanied by his heavy aura that only seemed to drown you. His soft lips contradict his previous initiation, but he started to slow down his motions, deeping the kiss. The part that sickened you was the fact that you didn't try to pull yourself away. Even the bloody hands that moved to the sides of your face didn't seem to bother you anymore. Your hands clinging to his shirt desperately, what has become of me?

He parted his lips from yours, his eyes clearly wanting to reconnect. "Who are you?" Even with your shaky breath, you managed to ask your question.

Ting of angerness bubbled inside of you at the soft genininue smile he gave as he caressed your face, whipping the tear you didn't realize you have let fall. "I'm yours ofocurse," he laughed at your furrowed brows, "What? Not the answer you wanted to hear, hm?"

You were able to lightly push him out of your grasp. "I will no longer come into your dreams"

He tilted his head in amusement, "Be serious dear"

"I'll make sure of it, Kuni-kuzushi"

He took note of your serious tone, yet as confident as he is stated, how sure he is that you'll be back.

And you did managed to not enter his dreams, distracting yourself with work and your daily errands and when it came to sleep you'd brew some tea with medicnal herbs that put you straight to sleep without having you be able to let your mind wander beforehand.

Yet even so after a few weeks, you eventually slipped up.

You sighed, I guess I couldn't help it. You were standing in front of the mirror, staring at your reflecting.

You were.. wearing a wedding dress? You had to admit it was beautiful.

You were beautiful.

It complimented your body perfectly. A veil covering your face, you couldn't help but slightly blush in embrassement. He must've have imagined of dreaming me in this dress.

Music could be heard from the courier door as you swallowed the built-up saliva from the nerves in your body, building up. Your heels filled the silence as your shaky hands opened the door.

The wedding chapel was ethereal from the decoration to the rich wood. It just didn't par with the suffocation you felt.

The many rows of chairs were empty as you walked down the already petal-ed walkway. You rubbed your arms as you walked closer and closer to the man you could never seem to get rid of.

He, too, was dressed up in a suit. You'd never have thought this would be the next thing you see on him after a while.

It was until you finally stood in front of him that you saw his face. Has he always been this attractive? You've always loved the red eyeliner on the corner of his eyes.

"So you've finally arrived. Usually, I'm a pretty impatient man. Consider yourself lucky that you're you." His eyes traveled down to your body back up to your covered eyes.

"I told you, you'd be back"

He scoffed at your slient treatment. "I saw this dress at an antique shop, and I couldn't help but picture you on it, and as I thought. You look absolutely perfect. Now stop being so stubborn and talk to me. Why else would you be here if you didn't want to?"

He lifted up your veil to see your face more clearly, caressing your face. You grabbed his hand out of reflex.

Your voice came out soft, Kunikuzushi humming to the sound of it, "What do you want from me."

He sighed as though you asked the most stupidest question he had ever heard.

"You make it seem as though you hate me, but yet you want me as well, don't you? At least, I fill that empty void in you. That's why you keep coming back to me isn't? Just face it. You were mine from the start."

He continued. "You need me just as badly I need you. Call it fate-

"- Ah my silly little dreamer, it was just meant to be"

You want to deny everything he has claimed but the words died before it could even reach your thoart.

"You asked me who I am, I'm many things, Kunikuzushi, Scaramouche, The Balladeer-"

He held your hands and has his forehead rested on yours.

"The only identity you need to remember is that I am a God-"

"Your God."

#genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #fatui #Spotify

[wolvesandvisions]

Fisherman's Prayer

“Oh thank goodness, you’re finally awake huh,” Carefully, Izuku crawled over to the wolf’s face just to see if it’s eyes were open, and he felt the same intrigue wash over him. This wolf had piercing red eyes that stared into him. Where Izuku rescues a strange wolf from a treacherous blizzard, could fate have brought them together?

Available on AO3 | 1291 Words

Me and @reverera did a prompt swap and this was mine.

its a short read..have fun

Tonight there is a bitter cold blizzard, and no one should be outside.

That was the thought that had crossed Izuku Midoriya’s mind hours ago before he decided to do one more set of fishing errands despite himself, but instead ended up with a barely alive heap of fur in his arms. 

Kicking down the door of his home he hobbled inside with a wolf twice his size, awkwardly shuffling and falling over himself to somehow get the door closed without harming him. 

While Izuku was exploring, he had stumbled upon him just inches away from his usual fishing hole. The wolf was lethargic and his fur was covered in the ice and snow as if he had been freezing out there for days. Luckily that was not the case, the minute Izuku noticed he was breathing, and its face was making a distressed look - he made the change of plans to rescue the creature.

The average hunter would see the barely awake wolf as fresh meat, but Izuku couldn’t justify killing an animal that was so clearly still fighting for its life. He found himself drawn to the unique color palette of his fur as well. Most wolves around these parts sport white or gray colored fur that blends in with the snow, but this particular one seemed to have a rarer blonde tint. 

Just from a glance alone Izuku knew he was one of a kind.

Placing him near the fireplace and setting some wood alight, he sat with his new roommate, dusting the leftover ice off and drying him off with a leftover blanket. It was going to be a long night, but at this point Izuku had dedicated himself to saving this animal’s life.

Hours passed. The sound of the blizzard hitting against the house and the fire crackling next to him was a soothing yet dangerous lullaby. Even though Izuku felt the threat of sleep trying to overtake him, he shook himself awake. 

Then finally, after a few more hours of silence, the wolf made a noise.

Izuku sat up with a start, the new revelation waking him up.

“Oh thank goodness, you’re finally awake huh,” Carefully, Izuku crawled over to the wolf’s face just to see if it’s eyes were open, and he felt the same intrigue wash over him. This wolf had piercing red eyes that stared into him. Though its eyes gave off the veil of a threat, the body of the wolf remained relaxed. If he was going to lunge, Izuku knew he would have tensed up, so instead he gave him another general checkup.

“You’re lucky I was out there buddy,” Izuku laughed while feeling around its ears for any injuries, “guess we both were testing our limits with the blizzard last night huh?”

The wolf huffed irritably, seemingly in response, and Izuku laughed again.

“Well no worries we’ll see through this night, close your eyes and get some rest.” 

Rubbing its head, Izuku attempted to get the wolf to shut its eyes once more. Unable to resist, the wolf soon did relax and Izuku followed, using its body as a makeshift pillow by the fire as they slept.

The next morning, Izuku was stirred by a sizzling sound. The blizzard had ceased, and the sun was peeking through the little cracks of Izuku’s home.

As Izuku came to, he realized the pillow he had been sleeping on had disappeared. He couldn’t have gone far, Izuku’s bedroom, kitchen and fireplace were all in the same place. In a panicked frenzy he looked around in every corner of the room before finding his eyes to the back of the same wolf he had rescued on its hind legs, seemingly cooking something on the stove.

“Woof, bark-bark.” The wolf said.

Izuku rubbed his eyes and squinted.

“Did you just… say “Woof” and “Bark?”

“Aw fuck, is that not it?” The wolf replied in clear English, “I don’t know what words humans say you all just make shit up sometimes.”

Izuku couldn’t even respond.

“Well, uh - good morning. I think.” the wolf continued, turning around with a pan in one paw and an empty plate in the other, “I only know english and wolfish, so if you don’t speak those then we’re shit out of luck.”

The wolf dumped whatever it was cooking onto the empty plate, it looked like eggs.

“I made breakfast so that when I run outta here I don’t owe you anything,” his tail wagged mischievously, “no magic animal companion adventures for you.”

“I-”

Before Izuku could even get a word in about the bizarre scene in front of him, his front door opened with a force.

“Izuku!” 

Izuku and the wolf both turned in shock as their attention was drawn to the presence of a blonde boy in a massive fur coat standing at the entrance of the doorway. His breathing labored and harsh, he seemed pissed off before he even walked into the house.

“Oh! Kacchan! You’re back from the hunt!”

“Don’t give me that!” Kacchan exclaimed, storming in and ignoring the anthropomorphic dog by the stove, “I saw all the equipment outside buried in the snow, you think just because a blizzard can erase your footsteps I can’t see you doing shit you’re not supposed to?”

“It gets a little boring,” Izuku started to argue, “I know we swap off and all, but I’m not like you! If I sit around the house too long I’ll die!”

“24 hours, Izuku, you just needed to wait 24 hours before I -”

“Ahem.”

Both Kacchan and Izuku’s attention turned to the animal before them, still with a pan of eggs in hand and an irritated look on its face. It creepily matched Kacchan’s own face at the moment.

Kacchan’s brain told him to flip his shit and ask Izuku what the hell kind of abomination was standing in his house; but his instincts instead made him grab Izuku close and back away with him in a defensive stance. The closeness was nice and all but it also gave Izuku front row vision to Kacchan reaching for his pocket knife.

“Woah woah woah!” Izuku screamed, “No knife! It’s okay, he’s cool.”

“He’s cool?” Kacchan looked disgusted.

“Yeah, I saved him while I was out and…” Izuku made his way over to the stove to stand next to the dog who looked pointedly exhausted, “look, he’s made breakfast and everything. Isn’t that nice?”

Silence.

“Look I don’t know, okay!” Izuku yelled, throwing his arms up, “I didn’t know the wolf could talk, or cook meals, I just thought he was cool because he looked like you !” Izuku pointed a violent finger at Kacchan who still just looked disgusted. 

“Is that a crime?” Izuku continued, “I didn’t ask for this! People pick up strays all the time! Dammit!”

Izuku whipped around at the wolf, “And you ! ”

“You’re yelling at me now?”

“Next time, if you're a magic talking animal - most humans don’t think that’s normal! Or cool!” Izuku started to back away from both of them toward the door, 

“Communicate better!”

“Where are you even going?” Kacchan pushed incredulously. He didn’t even have it in him to yell anymore; he was just appalled at this point.

“I’m my own person, Kacchan! I can go where I want, and do what I want. And you know what I want to do? I want to go to my fucked up pile of fishing equipment, and fish ,” he turned around and grabbed the doorknob, “You guys do whatever you want! Kacchan, enjoy the eggs!”

Izuku slammed the door, leaving the Kacchan and the Kacchan-coded wolf in the room.

After a moment of silence, the wolf piped up.

“Do you like hot sauce with your eggs?” 

“Yeah.”

#bakudeku #fic #my fic #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku

[nightmaresaskblog]

Short fanfic about Nightmare and how he feels about the other nightmares

Cause if no one writes interactions with them then I will

This kinda turns into a "Well that was fun! Time to go murder again"

Nightmare opened his eyes in pain, and nearly jumped. He glanced around, darting his eyes, as if anything is going to leap out of the shadows and hurt them.

Nothing. Nightmare sighed in relief, and took a look around, gathering his thoughts.

The other nightmares were silent, in a moment of rest. Even though none of them needed to sleep, it was nice to take a break from the usual murder.

Well, as usual as they were. Nowadays it was harder and harder to find anyone. No one lived in the house for decades.

Killing people, was it wrong? Yes. However, to the humans' minds, it was terribly wrong for anyone to do that.

But when you're a supernatural being, then, well, all sense of morality is out the window. Especially if you need to kill to feed, to survive.

Nightmare looked at the others with a worried expression. While they were strong, that doesn't mean things cannot hurt them, like starvation.

It was only a matter of time before one by one, they die. Nightmare didn't want to think of that.

The monsters, they- they were a part of him. They were his family, his children.

If he didn't find anything, then....

Nightmare slowly stood up and teleported outside. While he was able to roam freely into the woods, he couldn't leave the area. Fredbear had made sure of that.

But now he was in the box, and Nightmare was free. The barrier wasn't destroyed, yes, but at least he was free.

Nightmare traversed through the woods, all of his senses active. If he could just find one, just one human, then they'll be able to survive.

Nightmare heard a twig crack, and he immediately dove for cover. A deer sprinted past him, terrified.

Nightmare was about to attack it, but he held back. The deer must have been running for a reason, right?

His nose picked up the scent of a human. Nightmare could barely contain himself. A human!

He didn't want to wake up the others, it would be a fun surprise.

Nightmare slowly made his way through the woods, transforming into a deer as a simple disguise.

Of course he had to make it less threatening as possible, but it was a good disguise nonetheless.

The human was nearby. He seemed to be hunting, trying to find any last prey with his gun.

Nightmare stepped near him, and he could see the Human more clearly now. A middle-aged man with a gruff face and a thick beard. He was wearing camouflaged clothing to blend in. Not bad, but it will do.

There was the sound of a shotgun, and a bullet suddenly fired into Nightmare's neck. He dropped to the ground, motionless.

The hunter walked over, eager to grab the bloody carcass and head home.

Nightmare knew for a fact they wouldn't come home. In an instant, one of the deer's hooves transformed into a thick claw and grabbed the hunter by his neck, pinning him against a thick tree.

The disguise Nightmare wore was ripped off, and the human found himself staring at a tall, nightmarish bear creature. He gave out a weak gasp as his body shook due to fear.

Nightmare's eyes lit up in excitement. Now that's what he wanted to see.

"Oh, you poor man. You thought you got yourself a successful catch, right?"

Nightmare chuckled. "Ah, but how the tables have turned! Ironic, isn't it? Before you were the hunter, and I was the prey. But now... I'm the hunter, and you're the prey!"

Nightmare laughed. The human tried grabbing his gun, but Nightmare just kicked it away.

"We can't be having that, can we? Didn't anyone tell you not to play with guns?"

Nightmare dragged the Human farther into the woods, slowly getting him closer to his inevitable demise.

"Come on. The others are waiting...."

#nightmare fnaf #fnaf 4 #fnaf fic #fnaf fanfic

[empatheticagent]

Okay, he may have messed up. Again. He'd just really wanted to see some penguins, what was so wrong with that? And twenty bucks was pretty steep, come on. He'd only had ten in pocket. What were they gonna do? Kick him out?

Seemed like it. Rockland made eye contact with a worker as they'd held a walkie talkie, and they'd started off towards him. Haha, oh boy. What now? Pulling his gaze away, the teen's eyes darted about. Come on. Blend in with the crowds. Don't fit in with whatever description they'd have gotten. He spotted a dude with a kid in the distance. The guy had a similar hair colour to him. He could try to blend in like they were a family or something.

Hurrying up alongside the pair, to his knee's chagrin, the teen looked to the kid, because that felt less intimidating than talking to the guy directly.

"Hey, those uh-" What was around? "Snow leopards are pretty cool, right? D'you think they like the weather here? You'd think they'd wanna be in an actual like, arctic environment, given the name and all."

He felt a tap on his shoulder, and the teen's stomach clenched. Sure enough, the lady with the walkie talkie was standing there.

"Hi there. Would I be able to see your ticket, by chance?"

An anthem of swear words scattered about in his brain. What was he supposed to say to that? Offer a distraction?

"Oh yo, so I was just asking about these snow leopards. Do they do alright in the New York summers? D'you guys have to like, give them-give 'em haircuts or put a snow machine in there or something?"

"Sir-" She clearly wasn't falling for it.

"D'you go around checking everyone's tickets?" Oh great, he'd sounded more defensive than he'd intended. He was going to get kicked out, wasn't he? What if they called Akela? He was gonna be in so much trouble. He was supposed to keep his head down. What had he been thinking? He'd just-... He hadn't wanted to think for a minute. He'd just wanted to chill out and- And he hadn't even seen the penguins yet.

Even if Hailey hadn't gently nudged his arm when the older boy tried talking to her, Ray would have realised something was up, sensing the agitation and the irritation of the staff.

He looked over at Hailey with a slight raise of an eyebrow as if he was silently asking what she wanted him to do about the situation. She gave no visible response, but Ray seemed to have gotten one he understood as he turned then to face the worker and the teen.

He could guess what the problem was, having heard the staff asking about a ticket.

"Hey, surely you have bigger things to worry about than a kid wanting to see some animals?" Ray asked, reaching into his shorts pocket for his wallet. "Look, here; I'll cover it and then you're free to go worry about other stuff, yeah?"

#rocklandjbrin

[dearbraus]

Starring; Eren Jäger ft Zeke Jäger.

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + gn reader + stepcest + handjobs + virgin eren + praise + dick-in-a-box 

Wordcount; 4.2k

Note; Welcome to the first part of my miniseries! Part two is already in the works and you can find the masterdoc here with all the information you’ll need. This was previous written for a collab with the theme focusing on porn troupes hence the slightly cheesy tone but I hope you enjoy!

The worst part of summer break wasn’t the looming threat of heatwaves or leaving your friends, it was having to pack up your dorm and move back home for four months. It was a small price to pay for having both your rent and tuition covered by your ‘generous’ step-father. Though you were sure it was just Grisha’s way of buying your mother's forgiveness after allowing his thirty-year-old son Zeke to move in after refusing to be a part of the wedding party and blowing it off altogether. It wasn’t that you hated your hometown or the people who occupied it, rather you hated what it meant to be living at home with them. Remarried just two years after ending things with your father, your mother moved in her new boyfriend Grisha Jäger and his son Eren who was your age after three short months of dating. You were happy that she was happy but everything happened so quickly, it was hard to keep up most days when you were in the midst of your first semester of university. Each time you returned home for the holidays you found your house less like your home and more like someone else's.

Living on campus or even renting a place nearby meant you would have been spared the torture that was your newly blended family. But life never seemed to go in your favour and now you were forced to play nice with your new brothers Zeke and Eren.

It wasn’t horrible at first. Zeke was likable in his own way, never one to speak out of turn at the dinner table or strike up a conversation with someone who clearly had no interest in forming a relationship. He stayed out of your hair for the most part. Zeke was thirty years old, with no need to listen to the qualms of a twenty-year-old undergraduate student. If he wanted to hear someone bitch about their tenured professor he’d indulge his students during his office hours. It was his younger brother Eren who drove you up the wall with his mere presence. Headstrong and as stubborn as a mule; Eren Jäger was quite possibly the most insufferable person you had ever met. The two of you disagreed on nearly everything, an argument brewing the moment the sparks of conversation bubbled up between the two of you. It made each and every meal shared together uncomfortable and the weekly family movie nights unbearable. The two of you were like a pair of children when you were together, stomping and throwing a fit like two petulant children in desperate need of discipline. But you weren’t children, not anymore and no one found these little tantrums cute aside from Zeke. He found the hatred amusing, kicking back on the lounge chair to watch the show unfold. It always ended the same way with the two of you storming into opposite ends of the house, obviously slamming the doors shut with an overzealous vigour.

Most evenings you felt regret. But it soon left you the minute you saw Eren’s face once more.

You didn’t want to impede on your mother’s happiness but it felt impossible to exist peacefully with your newly blended family when you were given the tall task of befriending someone as heinous as him. Your one respite in this all somehow sprouted in the form of Zeke. It was after one particular fight that ended with your drink poured into Eren’s lap and your mother's favourite checkered tablecloth stained with the expensive bottle of wine Grisha insisted on opening. Out of all the house's occupants, it was Zeke who came to check in on you. Not your mother and certainly not Eren who decided it was a good idea to pray upon your weakness in a pathetic attempt to knock you down a few pegs. Instead, it made him look like the asshole and it brought you closer to his brother than he could ever dare to dream.

“I swear to God I’m gonna murder him one day!” you shouted, dropping onto Zeke’s bed with a huff of annoyance, “You’re going to have to help me bury the body,” you craned your neck to get a look at the other man, “You have no choice but to be my accomplice because this is becoming not so hypothetical anymore!”

Zeke chuckled the golden rays of the sun casting a warm glow upon his blonde hair. The thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose slipped down the slope as he racked through his dresser drawer. The minute you stepped into his room was the minute you allowed yourself to dump out all of the frustrations you attempted to bottle up for the sake of your mother. Zeke was a fantastic older brother and so he didn’t mind lending you his ears or even his shoulder whenever you just had too much of his little brother. Grabbing his pillow from underneath your head, you pressed it against your face to muffle the groan of frustration that ripped through you. Traces of his shampoo, cologne and the faintest traces of smoke that clung to the cotton of his pillowcase mingled with his natural musk; it invaded your senses the longer you held the pillow to your face, the smell oddly pleasant. You couldn’t help but inhale deeply to gulp down the odour in the hopes to imprint it in your mind.

“What did he do this time?” Zeke questioned, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat next to you, “Hm? Did he piss in your cornflakes? Or I dunno, look at you funny.”

Forcing yourself to sit upright you pouted, “Ha-ha Zeke you’re so hilarious,” you grit, swatting him away as he leans his weight against you, “If you must know; Eren decided to invite all of his friends over tomorrow night.”

He raises his eyebrows at you in expectancy, waiting for you to elaborate further.

“Also known as the night before my big interview!”

Zeke still wears a dumbfounded expression as you throw your hands up in exasperation. Your shoulders drop forward as you deflate, “In two days I have a job interview,” you huff, “I swear I told you this the other day and listed that as the reason I couldn’t come to your nerdy event thing.”

“You mean my summer seminar?” he asks, a triumphant grin growing, “The one I’m hosting at your university?”

Snapping your fingers you nod your head, “Yeah that!” you exclaim, “The one I can’t attend because I have an interview!”

Dropping your head on his shoulder, your pout deepened into a frown. You wanted to attend his seminar despite having no interest in his field of study, you did however have a budding interest in him; Zeke Jäger. He is an enigmatic man and sharing your home with him did nothing to quell the hundreds of burning questions that lingered in the back of your mind. Your first impression of him may have been sour but Zeke proved to be worth more than you originally assumed.

“I remember,” he muttered, pursing his lips at the memory, “I still think you should call off the interview,” he hums, “There are thousands of other minimum wage jobs out there but this is your only chance to learn from me.”

Rolling your eyes you let out a snort, “Learn from you? We live in the same house Zeke, I’m sure some of your genii will rub off on me,” shaking your head you take a breath, “This isn’t just a minimum wage job it’s this fancy house-sitting gig for some guy named Levi Ackerman,” grabbing his shoulder you shake it in excitement, “He’s willing to pay me three grand for a week of work and I’ll be able to get out of the house!”

“What do you even need the job for?” his fingers wrap around your wrist, plucking your hand away from him, “If I recall you still get a weekly allowance at the age of twenty.”

“Ugh! I just need to get out of this goddamn house! The money is a plus.”

Nodding his head, Zeke scratches at his beard, “Because of Eren?”

“Yes!”

Wrapping your arms around his thick torso you let your eyes fall slack.

“He drives me up the wall,” you whine, “I swear with all the stress he causes I’m getting wrinkles.”

Cupping your chin, he tilts your face upwards to inspect your skin. His thumb smooths against the plains and contours of your face, mapping your cheekbones and rubbing circles into your forehead. Your breath hitches in your throat as his face draws closer to yours, his warm breath fanning across cheeks. His slate grey eyes intimidating as his plump pink lips draw themselves into a tight line.

“Stop frowning so much and you won’t have to worry,” he hums, pinching the apple of your cheek as he lets you go, “You’re very pretty and if you just ignored that blockhead like I suggested you wouldn’t have to worry about such trivial things.”

Blinking back at him, heat rises to your cheeks as you stumble to create a dignified response.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yes, as I said I think-”

“You think I’m pretty?” a high-pitched voice mocks from the doorway. You hadn’t heard his usually loud and obnoxious footsteps near and now had to be confronted by a childish sneer, “Get a room you two.”

Zeke stops you before you could grab the nearest thing and chuck it at Eren. Crossing your arms tightly against your chest your face scrunches up in disgust, “Last time I checked, we did get a room,” you spit, “We’re in Zeke’s room so why do you crawl back into your little mouldy cave and leave us alone!”

The forest green shirt he wears is damp with sweat, it clings to his torso and outlines his body as he hangs off the doorframe, “I came to speak with my brother,” he says, his eyes skating over to the older man, “Is that allowed?”

Rising off of his bed, you smooth the wrinkles from your clothing, “Am I your keeper all of the sudden?” you ask, your brows knitting together.

“Apparently,” Eren mutters, venom dripping off his lips as he brushes past you.

“Take my advice,” Zeke calls as you're halfway out the door, “You know I’m right.”

He tosses you a wink just as you turn your back on him. Slinking down the hallway you stumbled into your bedroom, falling to your bed with a small puff of annoyance. Maybe Zeke was right, after all, he spent many more years putting up with Eren’s brazen attitude and shenanigans, he knew him better than you ever would. But pride and your own stubbornness kept you from relenting. So long as Eren Jäger lived as a thorn in your side you would not relinquish your voice. It was only fair you lodged yourself deeper into his side than he could ever imagine. Even if it was dramatic and unnecessary, all was fair in love and war. And you were at war with your putrid stepbrother.

“Sorry Zeke,” you whispered as you turned onto your side, “You just don’t understand.”

As both you and Eren found yourselves tied up and thoroughly enraptured in your own lives for a sparse moment, your house fell quiet. But lady luck never seemed to be on your side for more than a few short minutes, the tides turning so quickly it practically gave you whiplash. Just as you were about to launch into your sixth rehearsal speech you found that your lucky blazer was missing. It was the one piece of professional clothing you owned that brought you some degree of comfort for whatever reason. You weren’t a very superstitious person but the thought of going to your interview tomorrow without it felt like a trap. Surely you’d fail unless you wore the outfit you planned out weeks ago. In a matter of minutes, your room was turned upside down as you tore through every drawer and your entire closet in search of the damn thing until you collapse on the floor, tears of frustration brimming.

It should have been hung in your closet zipped up with your other ‘dry-clean’ only clothing but it wasn’t. There was no way it should have been misplaced, you remembered hanging that bag back up when you moved back home and it now all of the sudden disappeared. It had to have been Eren playing some sort of perfectly timed joke on you. You were sure of it.

Had it been any other day and any other item of clothing you might not have cared as much, hell just last week he turned all your whites pink by “accident” and you didn’t feel as enraged as you did now. Stomping down the hallway you slam open his bedroom door, fully intent on tearing about his room until you found what you were looking for. The door swung open so hard had it not been for the door stopper you would have made a hole in the wall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Eren shouted from his bed, frozen in place with a box in his lap, “You can’t just barge into my room like that!”

Tugging open his closet door you nod your head, “This used to be my playroom so yeah I can.”

Each and every item you swept through smelt heavily of fabric softener that just barely covered the smell of cigarettes that clung to practically every article of clothing. His father and brother smoked like a pair of chimneys. It was no surprise that everything he owned carried traces of the stuff.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I know it’s in here,” you mutter, crouching down to rifle through the bins at the bottom of his closet, “So don’t play dumb with me or I promise you’ll regret it.”

Eren remained planted in his spot as he watched you dump out his boxes of storage, miscellaneous items cluttering the flooring around you, “I swear I’m telling the truth,” he said through gritted teeth, “I don’t know what you’re looking for.”

You give him a look of confusion as you take the time to properly look at him. In his lap sat a beige shoebox with someone's name messily scrawled across the top. Taking a tentative step towards him you raise your brows at him. Usually, all it would have taken was for you to even breathe near his doorway for him to jump out of his stop and shove you at least five feet away from you but there he sat in his bed, sweat dripping down his forehead as you drew closer to him.

“What’s this?” you probe, dragging your finger across the top of the box, “The place you were planning to stash my blazer?”

Flipping open the top you were about to shout in triumph until you peered inside. Rather than your lucky blazer sitting in the middle of the cardboard box, you had removed the lid to reveal his dick!

“Oh my god Eren you are so disgusting!” you shout, jumping back, “What’s wrong with you! Why is your dick in there?!”

Snapping the lid shut, Eren’s tears his gaze away from you, “It was a prank!” he whines, his cheeks filling a brilliant shade of red, “It wasn’t meant for you and for the last time I don’t have your stupid blazer!”

“Who on earth would you be pranking?”

“Jean!” he grits, pressing his hands to his face, “I was trying to prank Jean, okay?”

“Can you just get out now?”

The lid toppled over as Eren attempted to hide himself, revealing his dick to you once more. As you stood over him it was much too easy to accidentally snag another look at it, “Eren, are hard right now?” Clapping a hand over your mouth you forced yourself to stare at the ceiling as he shoved his hands in the box to cover himself up, “I don’t even wanna-”

“I don’t know,” he all but squeaks, “No one has ever seen it before, it must be some sort of reflex.”

His shoulders sag inwards, embarrassment burning through him as you pretend you aren’t gawking at him.

“You’re a virgin?”

Your tone is hushed as you question him as if you were uttering some sort of shameful secret. It wasn’t shameful, not one bit but with the way, Eren carried himself you were shocked. He constantly bragged to his friends that he had girls lining up around the corner, his phone in a constant state of blowing up. You had assumed with all these tales that there would have been one or two conquests that would have taken his virginity.

“Shut up,” he groans, his lips twitching into a frown, “And just get out already, I don’t need to hear whatever you’re gonna say.”

His jade-coloured eyes grow watery when you don’t leave.

“Seriously, I mean it!” he repeats, “Just leave and go make fun of me with Zeke like you always do!”

Oh.

You might have grossly miscalculated the type of person Eren was. You never thought he would have cared about your late-night talks with his brother but it was becoming increasingly clear that you may have taken his spot. Not that Zeke couldn’t have two younger siblings, rather he just didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to tolerate the two of you constantly complaining about the other and Eren just so happened to get the short end of the stick.

Sitting next to him, you awkwardly pat his shoulder, a sympathetic smile bleeding through. You didn’t know how to comfort him or if he even wanted to be comforted but your conscience wouldn’t allow you to leave until his lip stopped quivering.

“It’s not a big deal,” you mumble, keeping your gaze in your lap, “And I don’t make fun of you with Zeke, you’re just a lot to handle and he gets it.”

Eren pushes your hand off of him, “Great, can you leave now?”

“Look I feel bad-”

“Don’t.”

Chewing on your bottom lip you sigh.

“How about I make it up to you?”

The offer was about as deep as a kiddie pool.

There was no way your little feud was about to end because of some ill-timed prank gone awry but there was a tiny voice screaming at you to fix things before you became some kind of monster in the eyes of Eren Jäger. As much as he frustrated you to no end, you didn’t want him to despise you.

Dipping your hand into the box you laced your fingers with his, “How about I help you out?” you suggest, your nerves settling in as you try to gauge his reaction, “Hm? I could make your little problem go away and then we can consider things even?”

“That isn’t funny.”

“Okay, okay I didn’t mean little,” you chuckled, moving your intertwined hands away from the box, “But I am serious in my offer.”

Eren remains eerily silent and you swear this is the quietest he’s ever been. Your breath grows baited as you await his response and you find yourself eager for him to say yes. It was stupid and wrong considering he was in fact your stepbrother but perhaps releasing a bit of tension would defuse the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Alright,” he says, nodding to himself as he pushes the box to the floor, “But you can’t tell anyone, not even Zeke.”

Rolling your eyes you scoff, “I’m not an idiot Jäger, I wouldn’t tell our brother that we fooled around,” you say, “I do have some dignity that I’d like to preserve.”

“You’re in love with him,” he mumbles, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you told him your bank information if he asked.”

Giving him a quizzical look, you make yourself comfortable.

“Zeke is flat broke, why do you think he lives with us?”

Brushing his comment off to the side you motion for him to scoot closer to you until his back is flush with the wall. Shifting to lay on your stomach you rest your hand on his thigh, slowly making your way closer to his cock. Licking your lips you look up at him, “Is it okay if I touch you now?”

He nods a little too quickly, eagerly gripping his navy sheets as you wrap your hands around the base of his cock. Precum oozes from the engorged, reddish tip; it dribbles down his shaft, coating it and your fingers in the sticky substance. Resting your head on his thighs you gaze at him through heavily lidded eyes. Each small movement you make causes him to jump out of his skin. You’ve never been so nice to him, never even been this close to him, and never wanted to be this close to him. As much as he tried to deny it or bury the feeling, you were stunning and Eren found himself attracted to you. It was pathetic and gross, you hated every fibre of his being and more importantly, you were his step-sibling. He couldn’t allow himself to entertain those thoughts yet here you were, offering yourself up to him as if the two of you were old pals chumming around.

Biting his thumb, Eren choked down the moan that threatened to leave him as you rubbed your thumb against the head of his cock.

“No one's home,” you hummed, “So don’t be afraid to let loose, ‘kay?”

If you were going to cross this line, may as well enjoy it. Right?

You languidly stroked his cock, too focused on the faces Eren was making to put all of your energy into it right away. You wondered if he has always been this cute or if you were suddenly just imagining things because you found yourself growing addicted to the way he’d puff his red-tinted cheeks out and bite his lip, dark brows knit together in concentration. It was cute, that you couldn’t deny and you wished you could see more but he was your step-brother and anything more than a handjob could send the two of you into a serious downward spiral. Just because you crossed one line didn’t mean you needed to tear the entire wall down.

The soft moan of your name was near angelic, it imprinted in your mind so quickly that you barely had the chance to savour it.

“Does that feel good?”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Eren nods his head, pieces of soft brown hair fall into his face as he tilts his head downwards.

“Can you use your words for me?” you ask, giving his cock a light squeeze, “It’s important to be very vocal with your partners, Eren.”

His knuckles turn white with how tightly he’s fisting his sheets, “Yes! It feels good,” he chokes out, biting his lip so hard he tastes blood, “Feels so fuckin’ good baby,” the metallic taste familiar and almost pleasant, “You’re so fuckin’ good, oh my god!”

His hips buck up into your hand, the muscles in his thighs twitching as he slightly begs you to speed up.

“You do?” you ask, “I’m glad, you’re doing so good for me Eren,” you mutter, the words falling from your lips as though they're the most natural thing in the world, “Such a good boy for me too.”

Leaning forward you press a small kiss to the tip of his head. That’s what sends him spiralling over the edge, your warm breath and pillowy soft lips grazing against his sensitive head. His warm seed spills against your lips and dribbles down your chin, splattering onto your hands and his sweatpants. Swiping your tongue across your lips you hum, he didn’t taste too bad. A bit bitter but it wasn’t so unpleasant you wanted to spit it out.

“Hey, Eren?” Zeke called through the closed door, his heavy fist banging on the wooden door, “Have you seen Y/n? I grabbed their jacket by mistake from the wash, if you see them would you give it to them?”

“Answer him!” you whisper, using your thumb to wipe up the cum from your mouth.

“Just hang on the door!” he shouts back, “I’ll grab it in a second!”

“I’m heading out,” he says, “Thanks.”

Sitting up you let out a sigh of relief. It had just been a mistake, your mother must have taken it to the laundry room to steam it. Grabbing your phone from your back pocket you were about to leave Eren in favour of some much-needed time to process when Zeke texted you.

From: Zeke <3

Don’t bite off more than you can chew, good luck.

To: Zeke <3

Thanks! And thank you for the blazer.

Hope your seminar goes well!

From: Zeke <3

Thanks. Glad to see you and Eren are getting along so well.

Turning back to Eren you tilt your head to the side. Did Zeke somehow figure out you were in Eren’s room?

From: Zeke <3

Next time tho, I’d rather hear you moan out my name.

So he had been home the entire time.

Family dinners were about to get even more awkward than before. But if all went well you’d be house-sitting for Levi Ackerman and hopefully spared of whatever was about to come next.

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[quinncupine]

May I request Alpha Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki (seperate) always protecting their Omega reader? How would they react if another alpha tried to claim the omega? Likee hmm say for example the two are walking on the street then another alpha just jumps in and talks about like how attractive reader's scent is and stuff! It is alright if youre not comfortable with writing with this many characters, this ABO au, or this idea in general!

Notes: Hi Anon! I’m so sorry this took longer than expected to do! I promise I didn’t forget you! I don’t really know much about the ABO au so I had to do a bit of research first. I’m not really sure if I landed it though, but I did have fun writing it! It’s always fun to try out something new, so I do hope you enjoy it! I also tried to keep it gender-neutral.

Warnings: Language, mild violence, slight blood, possessive behavior, Alpha-Omega au, drinking-drunken behavior

Word Count: ~2.7K

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BAKUGO

Katsuki is the definition of aggressive. It's no surprise he'd be just as aggressive as an Alpha, especially when it came to you. Your mere presence was enough to send him into ultra possessive protective mode.

The two of you were heading back to your shared apartment after one of your weekly date nights. Since he was a pro hero, he didn't often have much free time, so he set aside a specific night each week, just for you. He wasn't the best at showing his love through words, so his actions more than made up for the fact.

A muscled arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked through the deserted street. The ground seemed to be swaying a bit, or that might've just been you. One drink too many could do that. Katsuki warned you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen and as much as he complained that he wouldn't carry you home, he still held most of your body weight up by a single firm hand.

"I love you," you cooed, dropping your head into his shoulder with a smile.

His hand tightened around you and a cocky grin spread across his face. "I know."

With a slight pout, you huffed, "say it back."

The tiniest roll of his eyes before he grabbed your chin with his free hand and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. You were about to question him but his lips silenced you with a deep kiss. "You know I do." He tried to sound annoyed, but you could see straight through it.

He wouldn't be caught dead being this sentimental with you if anyone else was nearby, especially if another Alpha was near. To him, acting like that opened someone up for weakness, and with you on the line, he would never allow that. But since it was just the two of you alone, he allowed himself to show just a slight bit of passion. These little moments were reserved solely for you.

Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you let out a heavy sigh with sleepy eyes. The peaceful night air had a bit of a chill to it, but that was nothing compared to the heavenly warmth radiating from his body. That was until you felt his whole person stiffen.

Confused, you looked up. Then the smell hit you. Another Alpha's scent. Even in your hazy state, it smelled overwhelming, intentional…and all-too aggressive. It literally smelled like trouble. You'd had trouble in the past with other Alpha's coming on way too strong, which was one of the reasons why you were so grateful to have found Katsuki. He doesn't put up with any bullshit and isn't afraid to fight others off.

Katsuki's nails dug into your waist, his feet abruptly coming to a stop. Jaw clenched so hard, teeth nearly cracking from the pressure. Ruby-red eyes narrowed into deadly slits. A vicious snarl itching to see some action. It was a sight you were used to seeing from him. Criminals and heroes alike tried to avoid that exact look he was wearing right now.

Plenty of Alpha's had tried to come onto you in the past, but none have been so bold as to outright try to challenge Katsuki, especially in the dead of night on some deserted street. The moment they got a whiff of that dangerous heady scent, dripping with aggression and possessiveness, they immediately backed off. He didn't know the meaning of mercy.

When you turned your head to pinpoint the source of the scent, he twisted around first, swinging you to his back in one easy motion. The street looked empty from where you poked your head around his arm.

"Get lost fuckwad," he growled, "or die."

The shadows shifted and a man clad in loose black clothes that blended into the darkness so well you were having a hard time keeping your eyes on him. It was only when he stepped into the glow of a streetlamp from a block away did you finally see him clearly. He casually crossed his arms behind his head. A way of showing Katsuki that he wasn't threatened in the slightest. Even a full block away the poignant smell of him invaded your nose.

"What a temper on this one," he purred with a sultry charm guised to disarm, a complete contradiction of his hostile scent. "You know babe, you'd be much better off with me."

"Don't fucking talk to them," Katsuki snapped, fingers digging into the fabric covering your arm. "Or I'll kill you."

"It's not worth it," you tugged on his jacket a bit. "Let's just go."

Even as you said it, you knew it was pointless. Katsuki never backs down from a fight. Violence is ingrained in his DNA.

"Gonna take orders from an Omega? At least I know how to keep them in place, like a real Alpha," he smirked, crossing the street. A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki's chest, but the other Alpha ignored it. "Can't you smell it? I could smell their scent three blocks away."

You were on suppressants but alcohol is notorious for diluting their effect and of course, you had to show him up and drink more than him tonight. Was your scent out of control? You didn't think so and Katsuki hadn't said anything about it all night. You couldn't smell it, but if that Alpha had followed you all this way, it must've been strong.

As the Alpha drew closer, you realized just how bulky the man was. He stood taller than Katsuki by almost a foot and that grin stitched into his face was making you nervous. The whole situation was stressing you out so much Katsuki could most likely smell it comes off you in waves. His bright vermillion eyes found yours and he huffed. That instinct to protect was warring with his compulsion for reckless abandon. Before he could say anything, the Alpha made the first move.

With a snap of his teeth, the burly man took off towards Katsuki and Katsuki didn't waste a second. He pushed you back and charged. The two met in a head-on collision. A bright explosion lit up the darkened street with an echoing boom. When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Katsuki stood over his opponent, an angry snarl spilling from his grinning face as he smashed his foot into the Alpha's singed back. What was the phrase? All bark and no bite.

Once he was sure the Alpha was down for the count, he trudged over to you. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. After a few minutes, he deemed it far enough and stopped to pull you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

"The nerve of these assholes," he muttered, eyes still glaring at the soft shadows surrounding them. He wouldn't feel better until you were back home, under his watchful eye. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled into his shirt, closing your eyes with a relieved sigh. "I'm always fine when I'm with you."

MIDORIYA

Izuku isn't a typical Alpha. His demeanor is usually quiet and kind so it always surprised most people to find out he was one. Only making sense when he went into battle mode. The sheer ferocity this guy displays while fighting is one of the most intense things anyone will experience. R.I.P any brave soul that decides to challenge him. He gives it his all, especially if it means protecting someone under his care; namely you.

After leaving the theater (yes, Izuku drags you to each new All Might Movie premier, and no, you don't have a choice in the matter) you lean into him, listening to him gush about every detail the movie had gotten right or horribly wrong. This man was a serious fanboy. His voice was soothing to hear to so you could listen to him prattle on forever if you had your way.

The two of you had almost made it to the car when someone stumbled into you. If Izuku hadn't had his arm around your waist, you would've fallen down with the obviously drunk man. He pulled you away from the drunkard and did a quick check to make sure you weren't hurt before turning his attention to the man. "Hey, are you alright buddy?"

"Dammit!" the man groaned as he crawled back to his feet, swaying from side to side once he made it up. "Watch where you're goin'," he slurred out, lips having a hard time forming the words. Then he sniffed and blinked a few times, focusing on you. "Mmm, you smell good."

Izuku stiffened, subtly stepping in front of you, eyes narrowed. "Your drunk, it's time you went home."

"What's a lovely thing like you doing out so late?" he ignored Izuku entirely, puffing out his chest with a sleazy grin. That's when the scent hit you. Strong, mixed with the smell of alcohol. It made your nose wrinkle in disgust. "Come here doll, I can take good care of ya."

A low rumble vibrated deep within Izuku's chest. A warning. A threat. Most sensible Alpha's would've taken the cue, but this guy was far from anything resembling sense. Izuku is, for the most part, a rational Alpha, but when the drunkard stepped closer to touch you, he lost it.

It was so quick, you almost missed it. Izuku snatched the grimy hand, twisted it which in turn forced the man to twist as well, and sent him flying with a powerful kick to the rear. He kicked him so hard the Alpha flew halfway across the parking lot, landing in a small puddle with a loud splash. It took a moment for him to roll over, body still trying to process what just happened before finally falling back into the puddle with a long-winded groan.

Izuku stood rigid, eyes locked on the Alpha who had curled in on himself. He gnashed his teeth a few times trying to even out his huffy breaths. Small sparks of green electricity quietly crackled off his skin.

"Izuku?" you grabbed one of his fisted hands and pulled it close.

He looked down at you, still trying to calm his racing heart. Izuku didn't like to get like this in front of you and that in itself was making him more upset. But a part of him loved the fact that he could protect you so easily and that you took comfort in that fact.

The Alpha, apparently too drunk to remember what just happened, rolled out of the puddle and back to his feet. His back was dripping wet, but he didn't even seem to notice as he staggered off into the night.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, finally turning to you.

You wrapped your arms around his muscly frame, fingertips just barely meeting on his back. "What're you sorry for? You protected me, didn't you?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Pride swelled in his chest. A slight tinge rushed to his cheeks so he tucked his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the crook. Your scent was always so calming and he stayed like that for a minute until he remembered you were both still standing outside the car. "Let's go home."

TODOROKI

Shoto is a strong silent Alpha. He's probably the calmest of the three, but that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kick anyone's ass if they dare mess with you. He's mastered the evil eye glare and combined with his natural Alpha aura, most steer clear.

You had decided to take a day trip to the next prefecture over to see your friends and had asked Shoto to pick you up from the train station. So, there he was, standing on the platform, umbrella in hand as the rain came down in a steady, freezing pour.

When the train finally pulled in, he scanned the cars until he saw you step out. Even in the heavy rain, he could pick up your scent and it was screaming distress. It confused him until he saw why…or rather smelled why. Stepping out behind you was a lanky man, mere inches from your back. His grinning face was bent next to yours as he talked with you, well more like at you. Large hands ghosted over your hair, taking in heavy whiffs of you. A grimace stuck on your face as you did everything in your power to ignore him, but trying to ignore an Alpha was like trying to ignore a blowhorn to the face. Loud, obnoxious, and completely overwhelming. The longer you ignored him, the more irritated he grew.

Shoto snapped the umbrella closed so hard he almost broke it. He no longer cared about getting wet and used the tip to wedge himself between the crowd of people. The hair on his neck stood on end. The rain on his right side froze the minute it touched his skin while on his left, it turned to steam. He tried to suppress that ball of rage building in the back of his throat, only for an aggravated growl to escape. Anyone who managed to catch his wrathful gaze quickly jumped out of his warpath.

The Alpha placed his hand on your shoulder and that was the final straw. You turned to swat him off, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you right up against him, dark eyes narrowed, teeth bared. Panic took over as you struggled to free yourself from his too-tight grip.

An umbrella came out of nowhere, whacking the Alpha right in the nose. He let go of your wrist with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few feet.

Shoto suddenly materialized between the two of you. You'd been so distracted that you didn't even realize you could smell Shoto's scent. But now that he was up close, it was all you could smell. Strong, powerful, and…furious.

"What the fu-AAAH!" With a scream, he toppled over. Both legs were frozen together in a thick column of ice. He hit the ground hard, head smacking on the wet concrete.

Shoto towered over him, shooting that perfected evil eye, face masked in shadows. "Next time," he growled, voice low and terrifyingly calm, "I'd advise not to touch people without their permission." Crouching next to his head, he glanced down at his left hand where a small flame erupted, and despite the pouring rain, only seemed to grow brighter. "Or you might get burned."

The man wisely stilled, eyes wide. "I didn't know they already had a mate dude, I swear."

"Regardless, don't ever let me catch you treating someone like that again," he snapped his hand closed, extinguishing the flame. "Is that understood?"

The threat was heard loud and clear but the Alpha glanced at you and Shoto grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze back to him. "Don't ever look at them again."

A nod and Shoto threw his face to the side, standing up. Taking a moment to compose himself again, he turned to you, hunched in on yourself, looking slightly embarrassed. Too many people were staring because Shoto had made a scene. He could care less about what other people thought. Someone had messed with you and he had to make it right.

Holding a hand out, you accepted it and he ushered you away. The both of you were soaking wet but he still opened the umbrella again, shielding you from the rain. Once you were far enough away from the station and other people, he stopped to inspect you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, looking for any obvious signs or lingering scent marks.

"No, I'm fine." You hugged yourself, not sure if you were shivering from the cold wet or from that creep, possibly both.

With a frown, he pulled you in close. His left side immediately warmed you up and you buried your head as far as you could into his chest, that familiar, safe scent surrounding you. "Thanks, Sho."

That intense anger was slowly ebbing away the longer you held onto him. That need to protect, to comfort taking its place.  You alone were the only thing that seemed to be able to calm him down when he was so worked up. Wrapping his free arm around you, tucking you in as tightly as possible, he kissed the top of your head. "You know I'd do anything for you."

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 3)

Summary: Reader earns her nickname, and Spencer sinks to a new level of sin. A/N: Here, take your first dose of smut 💊 ✨ Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Drinking, alcohol, masturbation (male) Word Count: 5.3k

MASTERLIST | Series Masterlist

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If I had to pick my favorite thing about working for Spencer Reid, it would probably be something that most people wouldn’t expect. Sure, it was nice to be able to work with a human encyclopedia, and he was definitely very nice to look at, but neither of those things contributed to my love for my job.

It was the sense of belonging. An overwhelming feeling of serenity that existed, flowing freely beneath the surface like a network of roots twined together. I never felt out of place when I was with Spencer — which couldn’t be said for basically any other time. Especially not now.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because it’s just absurd. You harass your neighbors while dressed in a costume and they reward you with something sweet (or, in some cases, change). As I’ve grown older, not much has changed aside from the creativity and length of the costumes.

... and the sweet treats being replaced by the bitter sting of alcohol.

“You do realize that guy was hitting on you in there, right?” my friend shouted from less than a foot to my right.

“He was just being nice.”

“Yeah... in a bar,” another girl chimed in, “On Halloween.”

I tried to remember the face of the man they were talking about, but my memory of his eyes blended into the flashing lights of the club. Even if I wasn’t drunk, I knew it would have been hard to remember him. Because the truth was that he wasn’t the person I wanted to see when I closed my eyes.  

“Leave her alone. She’s trying to stay pure for her professor,” my friend snickered.

Despite the treachery, I still caught her before she almost pushed us both straight off the curb in her drunken state. But it wasn’t her opinion I was worried about, because at that point, I was certain she would remember none of it by the time class rolled around come Monday. It was our other acquaintance that I responded to, with a very squeaky and unreliable, “I am not doing that!”

“Yeah, what she wants isn’t pure at all,” the mess on my shoulder droned. That was enough of a reason for me to drop her, although it really resulted in both of us barely staying on our feet on the somewhat crowded sidewalk.

“Stop! It’s not like that!”

“Sure it’s not.”

Then, something else caught her attention. Knowing her, I figured that it was either a man in a scandalous costume, or it was a two for one drink deal plastered in front of a bar. I assumed it was the latter, because as soon as she finished talking, she grabbed hold of our hands and yanked us against the brick wall of the next bar.

“So you wouldn’t mind if, theoretically, Professor Reid saw you in your costume?” she asked.

I like to think that I am a relatively smart girl. After all, I had made my way to graduate school, and Spencer seemed to think that I wasn’t a complete hopeless idiot. But in that moment, I couldn’t understand why on earth she would ever think to ask me that.

Running my hands over the fuzzy pink bodysuit I was wearing, I tried to picture his reaction. As soon as I tried to look down, however, the two floppy bunny ears affixed to the hood dropped over my eyes.

“I-I mean, I guess not…?” I mumbled, my face growing hot from something other than the alcohol, “I’m wearing it in public, so...”

But then she said it — the most terrifying two words I’d ever heard in my life.

“Okay ­– good.”

My eyes shot up immediately, trying to follow her eyes through the crowd of drunk, costumed people. By the time that I spotted him, somewhat thankfully dressed in normal clothes, I was powerless to stop it.

“Dr. Reid!” My friend’s voice rang out into the night, “Dr. Reid, come over here!”

The moment our eyes met, I knew I was fucked. Totally, completely, and utterly fucked. A clever little grin filled his cheeks as he quickly spotted me trying to hide under my hood.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shrieked, but he was already on his way over.

“You said you didn’t mind!”

In a panicked whisper, I bit back, “I didn’t say call him over here!”

When he grew closer, though, I corrected myself. Because it was not just Spencer who was walking over. There was someone else with him. Another man, just as tall and just as beautiful as Spencer, but with a dark complexion and an even more wicked smile.

As for my company, they had already scattered into the bar behind me, leaving me with a wordless, dumbstruck look on my face that was very poorly hidden behind bunny ears.

“H-hey Prof— Dr. Reid,” I managed to get out.  

“Hey,” he answered in a tone I’d never heard before. A slightly guarded, very entertained but mostly awkward stretch of the vowel.

The man beside him, however, was quick to question.

“Who’s this?”

As I said before, I like to consider myself a relatively bright person. But the alcohol that night had been both free and strong. So, when I was asked by a handsome man who I was on the Devil’s night, I answered honestly.

“I’m a bunny!” I cried, bringing my hands together over my chest and turning to present the small pink pompom affixed to my lower back.

“I can see that,” the stranger replied through a genuine chuckle. But while the action was amusing to at least two of us in the conversation, Spencer looked mortified. It wasn’t necessarily negative, though.

I couldn’t be sure, of course, considering that I had already consumed more liquor that night than I had in the past month, but something told me that Spencer was less humiliated by me, and more worried about how blatant his response to my answer was. Because when he spoke, he did so through a smile.

“She’s uh... my teaching assistant.”

“Teaching assistant, huh?” his friend repeated, clearly amused.

There was almost a challenge to the title. Something about the way he said it setting my heart into overdrive. Unable to control my own treacherous tongue, I continued to dig myself a wonderfully sized hole to jump in to.

“I’m also very good at hopping,” I said.  

Once again, the better company of the two laughed. Spencer, however, covered his smile with a hand that brought attention to just how red his face had grown over the course of a few seconds. I was so distracted by it, lost in the way I could still see upturned lips just from his eye shape alone, that I failed to acknowledge the other man for a suspicious length of time.

“Well hey, don’t let me get in the way of you two catching up. Reid, I’ll go tell the hostess we’re here, so the others know where to go.”

With a firm pat on the shoulder, the man almost turned to walk away. But before he could, I drew him back again.

“Ooh, is there a party?”

Spencer, finally able to speak again, rushed his reply.

“No, it’s nothing.”

It was obviously not nothing, though. Judging by the toothy grin that his friend flashed, it was a very big not-nothing.

“Did he not tell you?” he asked with an incredulous, mischievous tone, “It’s his birthday.”

And it was, by far, the most insulting, scandalous news I’d heard that night. Enough to elicit a sharp gasp and hand reaching out to grab his wrist in a way I knew I shouldn’t have.

“You didn’t tell me it’s your birthday!”

My mind was racing, kicking myself for having not figured it out sooner. I was trying to recall the monthly staff newsletter, but then quickly remembered that I usually relied on Spencer to summarize them for me.

“It’s not my birthday,” he explained with a sigh, “It was a few days ago.”

His friend seemed pleased by my response, although he clearly saw it dwindling. My heels had already dropped back down with my hands that fell away, signaling a very different emotion than the excitement from seconds prior.

“We’re meeting up with some people for drinks and dinner. You want to come?” he asked, trying to convince me before it was too late.

But the moment had passed, replaced by loud, insecure ranting that insisted that Spencer wouldn’t have avoided telling me his birthday unless he didn’t want me to know. That meant he either didn’t enjoy making a fuss out of his birthday, or he didn’t want me to, specifically.

“Uhh...”

“Don’t answer that,” Spencer cut in, swiftly raising a hand to dismiss the other man whose name I finally learned. “Thanks Derek, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Suit yourself,” he mumbled back. But Derek, in all of his disappointment, didn’t fail to draw out one more flustered laugh from the two of us who remained as he gave a tiny half-wave and sang, “Goodbye, Bunny.”

Spencer’s neck craned back, never once leaving his friend until he had safely entered the restaurant. Once he was sure that he was safe from ridicule, or at least observation, his entire demeanor changed.

“I’m sorry about that,” he offered, but I couldn’t accept. If anyone had been a bother here, it was me (and my friends).

“No, I’m sorry I bothered you!” I rushed.

The silence stretched between us, an unsettling reminder that we rarely interacted outside of work. That he’d never known me to party, and I’d never thought of him doing something as routine and normal as celebrating a birthday. It shouldn’t have been strange, but it was.

Perhaps that feeling was what drove me to continue, proudly stating, “I promise that I will have all your work ready first thing in the morning.”

It wasn’t until Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in a strange, lopsided grin that I’d realized I made a mistake.

“Um...” he spoke through laughter, “Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“I’m very motivated?”

Thankfully, he saw the humiliation and was happy to offer me a graceful escape from my humiliation. “How about I give you until Tuesday, instead?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best, huh?”

I gladly took it, staring down at my heels as I tried to find anything else to focus on. Anything that wasn’t his eyes that seemed even more powerful after dark. But true to the magnetism I always experienced in his vicinity, I was drawn back into golden irises full of an emotion that made my heart beat twice as hard.

“Where did your friends go?” he asked. I didn’t trust myself to answer, so I just threw my thumb over my shoulder and towards the bar behind me. I didn’t turn away from him then, too scared to acknowledge that I would be leaving him soon. That we would go our separate ways again and I would have to wait until Tuesday to drown in the honey of his eyes again.  

Sure enough, Spencer gave a solemn nod and cleared his throat before mumbling, “Right. You should probably go find them, so they don’t get worried.”

But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, the rest of the world be damned. I wanted to feel his eyes on me longer, especially when they started to wander my figure that I’d secretly hoped he would see.

I could pretend to hate my friend for calling him over all I wanted, but when I slipped into the costume hours earlier, I’d wondered what he would do if he saw me like this. And now that the answer was in front of me, torn between the exposed skin of my thighs and chest, I wanted to experience it for as long as possible.

With my fingers on the zipper to try and calm my heart, the inebriation manifested in soft giggles as I replied, “I think I’m pretty safe with you, Professor.”  

Spencer didn’t need to vocalize his disagreement. I saw his contention in the form of wayward eyes falling to my hands that fiddled with the tiny piece of plastic keeping me covered. When they trailed back up the zipper teeth to meet my eyes again, they were filled with a hunger that took my breath away.

Unfortunately for us, though, our smitten haze wasn’t shared by anyone else in the vicinity. Especially not the drunk pack of men who passed, completely unaware of the amount of space they took up on the sidewalk. I don’t even remember one of them running into me, but I definitely remembered what followed in extreme, vivid detail.

Spencer caught me, quickly and more gracefully than I thought him capable of moving. His arms were locked around me, not only preventing me from face planting on the concrete but causing me to press my face directly against him.

Before he had a chance to say or do much of anything else, I placed my hands on his chest and tore myself away from the warmth of his embrace. Because I was already drunk enough on the alcohol — I didn’t need to be any more inebriated from him.

“S-See? You caught me!” I squeaked.

I didn’t miss the fact his hands stayed on my waist even with the added distance, his fingers subtly digging into and stroking the plush fabric. I didn’t try to stop them, either.

“Are you going to be okay? Should I take you home?”

I knew it wasn’t how he’d meant it, but my inner voice still pleaded, Yes, God, please, yes! My outer voice, however, clung to reason and respectability.

“No! Don’t miss your birthday dinner!” I insisted, but he didn’t look convinced. “I’m fine, seriously. I just suck at walking in heels.”

Any part of me that would have normally been offended by his insistence that I couldn’t handle myself while drinking was quelled by my desire to keep his hands on me as long as possible. Although there was enough space for my arms between our chests, I swore I felt his fluttering heartbeat against my fingers. I thought of hummingbirds.

Resigned to my stubbornness, Spencer took a moment longer to stroke patterns through the pink fabric wrapped around my waist before he sighed, “If you say so.”

“I do!” I giggled, leaning closer like I might convince him not to leave at all, “So you better listen up, mister Professor man.”

The look he gave me was sweet, honeyed bliss. But even that seemed minuscule in comparison to the way his hands slid over my sides, making their way over my shoulders and gently brushing the errant bunny ears back out of my face. He left them there, too, with a barely-there caress of my face.

“You look cute,” he said, like it wouldn’t break my heart.  

Shier than he’d ever seen me before, I somehow managed to still look him in the eye as I answered, “So do you.”

It was a good thing I’d been paying attention, too. If I hadn’t been staring into his eyes, I would have missed the flash of chaotic playfulness that appeared just as he glanced down at the space between our chests.

I wouldn’t have been prepared at all when he dropped one of his hands from my face to the zipper of my costume. Not to say that anything could have prepared me for the way it felt to have his knuckle brush against the skin just below the lace bralette that had been meant to protect my modesty.

Before I could even comprehend the delicious friction of our skin, it was gone. Spencer pulled the zipper up to my chin, releasing the plastic in favor of grabbing hold of my chin once more.

“Be careful with that zipper,” he instructed, “I don’t need you getting hypothermia this early in the semester.”

Unsure of how else to respond, my body responded on instinct as it stammered, “I-I promise.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again, and my autopilot continued.

“Double promise. Promise squared.”

“Okay. You have my number so... call me if you need anything.”

I absently nodded, but Spencer accurately concluded that I hadn’t actually processed what he’d said. When he let go of me, he took the time to smooth out the bunched up fabric over my shoulders. I tried to convince myself that he was just interested in the soft fluff, but it was hard to ignore the hunger that’d only grown stronger. The darkness that rivaled the moonless hallow’s eve.

“I don’t mind giving you a ride home if it means you get back safe,” he said with a deathly seriousness strongly contrasted by the flippancy that followed. “Otherwise I’ll have more work for Tuesday.”

I was grateful for the shift, because it made the loss of his hands hurt less. My chest filled with laughter that quickly burst from me with frantic, messy words.

“Of course! The work. For Tuesday. Okay! Thank you!”

“For what?” he also said through laughter.

“I— don’t know.”

Spencer turned away from me, looking behind him at the obligations that would tear us apart. I wondered if he, too, was busy contemplating how well it suited just how different we were. How two establishments side by side could house such different things. How we were frequenting opposite ends of the spectrum.

Whatever he was thinking about, however, it didn’t break his spirits too badly. Because before he sent me on my merry way, he flashed me the goofiest little bouncing peace sign before he sang, “Hop along, little bunny.”

So I did, turning back to my life and letting him return to his. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes following me until the darkness of the bar swallowed the space between us.

Still, I didn’t need him to be there to remember how it felt for his hands to roam my body like familiar territory. I saw that look in his eyes every time that I closed my own and remembered how it made my legs shake like weak stems bending to the wind.

I decided then that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world that he’d seen me in my costume. In fact, I think he quite liked it.

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 There are few things more relentless than Derek Morgan. Death and taxes, perhaps. When it came to mocking me, there wasn’t a single missed opportunity. Even at the darkest hour, I trusted him to be consistent and predictable.

That was precisely why it made no sense that I had made it through an entire dinner and drinks outing with the team without him mentioning what had happened. Not even once. I almost let myself be relieved. Perhaps time spent with a child that can talk back did him some good, I thought. But when the time finally came for us to take our leave, I realized my mistake. He wasn’t holding back out of the kindness of his heart.

No, Derek wanted to wait until there was no escape route. He wanted to have me trapped in a car hurtling down a highway before he spoke the words that he’d been waiting to say all night.

“So... Bunny.”

“Her name is (y/n),” I quickly corrected. Unfortunately, Derek wasn’t in a merciful mood. Although there was a notable smirk on his face, his next words were uttered with a hefty dose of skepticism. A warning that it was a subject that ought to be approached with a critical sincerity.

“Her name is Trouble. That’s what her name is,” he said, shaking his head.  

“She’s just my teaching assistant,” I said like I might actually convince myself, though we both knew that I wasn’t going to convince him. “It’s fine.”

“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?”

But that time, it was me who issued the warning.

“Stop,” I ordered, meeting his eyes to find him hiding his genuine concern under jokes that weren’t really jokes at all. “I respect her. She’s very bright and she earned her position.”

“I never said she didn’t. I know she’s probably smart, but I also saw the way you looked at her.”

The words felt like a blow to the stomach — yet another reminder that my affections for her were so thinly veiled they might as well be scrawled across my skin. He didn’t need to be a profiler to notice that I was fond of the girl, but it certainly made it worse.

Because he knew that I was lying when I muttered, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

He knew that I was lying, but he still asked, “Why’s that?”

“She’s...” I started, pausing while the word tried to form on my tongue. The word that had haunted me ever since those damned girls mentioned it. That short, simple little noun that had taken a cursory affection and turned it into full blown lust.

“She’s a virgin.”

Derek’s brows jumped up his face, his jaw dropping the same way mine had when I first heard the news. Then, just as I had, he put the pieces together and realized that it should have been a foregone conclusion.

“Trouble with a capital everything,” he half laughed.

But this wasn’t a joking matter, and I really wished that I could make him believe that. That definitely wouldn’t happen, though. Not when he looked up to see me hiding behind my hands, sinking into my seat like it would get me out of the conversation.

“Don’t be ridiculous. She’s obviously waiting.”

It was the wrong thing to say. I should have seen his response coming from a mile away. But I didn’t, and so I was forced to listen to his childish giggles that were followed with an even more lighthearted crooning.

“Yeah, waiting for the right professor to come teach her the lesson on the birds and the bees.”

“Cut it out.”

Without even looking, he astutely observed, “Kid, you’re blushing.”  

“Yeah, because you’re talking about me fuc–”

The word never made it out, getting caught between my teeth as I bit down on my tongue damn near hard enough to make it bleed. I wished it would. I wanted the iron to drown me and rid me of the sinful things it sought to do, instead. Opting for a more… distinguished explanation, I eventually stammered the rest of the thought.

“You’re talking about me... deflowering my significantly younger employee!”

“You can say fuck, Reid,” he deadpanned, “I think you’re old enough now.”

“I don’t want to. It sounds too... crude.”

I didn’t expect him to understand. How could he? He’d only seen her when she was at her most provocative… by far. Part of me envied him, to be able to sequester her innocence and view her as just another girl.

But she wasn’t like anyone else. She was an untouched bloom, a magnolia of unearthly shades. A beautiful blossom that had broken through the concrete walls I’d maintained for so many years. A tantalizing taste of the life outside that I refused to let in.

A fucking tease.

“Too crude for little miss innocent bunny?” Derek cooed, and it was so uncomfortably close to my thoughts that I couldn’t help the way I snapped back.

“Are you done?”

As we pulled into my parking lot, Derek just waved off my hostility, recognizing it as nothing but misfired shame and anguish at the thing I wanted being out of my reach.

“Yeah, I’m done. I hope you had fun, even with the teasing.”

I chose not to dignify the second half of the statement, climbing out of the car like I couldn’t step away from the conversation fast enough. But of course, I knew that only made my guilt more apparent. My culpability was clear and conclusive. There was no argument to be made.

“You know I’m right!” he shouted just before the door shut. A final reminder, one last cautionary call for the beast inside of me to keep itself hidden lest I allow myself to sink my teeth into something pure.

“Goodnight!”

Few things changed when I reached the confines of my apartment walls. Fantasies had only devolved into a vividness that was borderline frightening. How easily I could get lost in visions of her, only promising my return in exchange for my imagination agreeing to become a reality that I would get a chance to experience.

But that wasn’t fair to her. She was just a girl doing her job with an astounding amount of patience and understanding for her hopeless romantic of a boss. For a moment, the guilt became so overwhelming that I let it win. I managed to swallow my newly acquired memories well enough to navigate my nightly routine without wishing she was there every step of the way.

Wishing that she would call me. That she would grant me the excuse to return to her, to touch her as freely as I had earlier. I imagined a world where, upon arriving to her destination, she invited me in.

As I collapsed on my bed, I wondered if she would have preferred the privacy of my home. A place far enough away from other students and academics to finally see me as something more than a superior. Something attainable in a way she never seemed to be.

Just as I closed my eyes to give in to the dreams, my phone buzzed. The sound set off every nerve in my body, all of them very poorly coordinating to allow me to grab the device and turn it on to reveal her name.

“Hey Professor! I just wanted to let you know that I got home…”

I’d never opened a notification so quickly, but I should have waited. I should have paused and taken the time to notice that what I was opening wasn’t just a collection of letters and symbols.

It was a set of pictures.

Pictures of her.

“Safe and sound and zippered up. No hypothermia for this bunny tonight,” she tagged onto the end, “Sweet dreams!”

How could I ever dream of anything but her? How was I meant to turn off my phone now, knowing that she was there; her drunken, lustful stare on display? I only tore my eyes away from her face long enough to notice her surroundings. I took extensive, painstaking notes on the color of the sheets on her bed and the way the zipper I’d tugged at to control myself from taking her had fallen away again.

I could feel the softness of her skin against my knuckle again. I heard the way her breath nearly broke at the force with which she sucked in air at the feeling of me touching her. How hard she pressed herself against me, how her back arched when I held her and how she never even tried to stop my hands from finding new places to rest.

They worked diligently now, too, trying to keep her awake and with me for as long as I could, but also wanting to free myself of obligations so that she wouldn’t notice how long I’d stared at the pictures she’d sent.

“Goodnight, little bunny,” I sent before adding, “I’ll be counting rabbits instead of sheep tonight.”

As if to reward my efforts, another picture flooded my screen. Her face was scrunched up in an adorable innocence, half covered with her hand but still effortlessly beautiful.

I stopped myself from responding again. I forced myself to stop, to prevent treacherous hands from calling her and begging her to let me come to her. It wasn’t fair — it was manipulative, downright evil, even — to take advantage of her inebriated state to hoard any insight she might provide.

But she’d already sent these… So, would it be so wrong to indulge in her? By touching my own body to the thought of her, would I taint her? Did I care even if it did? Maybe it was for the best to plant the seed of impurity now, to strip her of her power over me.

But deep down, I knew that I would still want her. I would still wish that the hand that sneaked beneath the sheets belonged to her. I could almost feel it as my hand traversed familiar territory. It would be new for her, and it would be new for me to feel the delicate, unmarred skin of her palm slowly sliding down my stomach. Her fingers bashfully brushing through soft curls at the base of me, still too nervous to hold me the way I needed her to.

Her face would be buried in my shoulder, with dew from her breath wetting my neck and raising the hairs on my arms. I would take her hand in mine and guide her to wrap her trembling hand around my cock.

Just like I was doing to myself now, with my other hand still holding the phone displaying the image of innocence. My hand wasn’t as soft or inexperienced as hers would be, but as long as my eyes stayed on her half-lidded gaze staring back at me, I could pretend.

I could hear her panting my name— my real name, Spencer— in my ear, praising the feel of silky skin beneath her fingertips. She would whisper about how she wanted to feel it elsewhere, too. She would beg for me to replace a hand for her most precious place.

That damned angelic girl showing her hand on the zipper would beg me to steal away her innocence. She would unveil herself slowly, knowing that I needed the time to memorize every inch of her skin as it was seen by another for the first time. Seen by me, and only me. The vision would be for my consumption and indulgence.

I wanted it. I wanted her.

My stomach tensed as I pictured the girl staring back at me straddling my hips. I stroked myself harder, faster, letting my thumb trace down her body on my screen.

If I stole it from her, would it be mine?

Would she be trapped as I was, only able to feel anything when I was with her? Would she dream of me? Would she cherish each and every memory of my touch and play it back in her mind? When she felt the urge to break and burn, would she picture my hands lighting the match?

If I ruined her, would she be mine?

I pictured the girl on the screen with tears in her eyes, her mouth stuck open in a silent scream and her hands clutching desperately to mine. I imagined how tightly her body would grip me as I fucked her. How hard it would fight the intrusion of my sinful touch. How I would hold her down despite the resistance until she gave in to me. Until I broke her, thoroughly and irreparably.

She would be mine.

That was the thought that took me over the edge, all energy that was not delegated to my hand feverishly stroking my cock remained with my other hand to hold her picture in front of me. It never even wavered, never once shaking and risking losing any clarity. Even my eyes refused to close all the way.

She would be mine.

The warm, sticky mess of my desire coated my hand and stomach, but all I could think was how it would feel to mark her as mine. To feel the excess drip back down my cock as she collapsed against my body. To know that she would never be the same, never be wholly herself again. That she’d let me inside of her soul and that when I left, I hadn’t left empty handed.

She was already mine.

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| Part Four |

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Wanda x Natasha x Reader

This is part of the Loving a little series Reader is little, light angst, happy ending

Summary: Wanda and Natasha are training. What happens when you’re left alone???

Notes: Sorry it’s been so long guys I hope you enjoy this one :) Let me know what you think of it!

You are all alone in a lonely bed with your lonely self. You were lonely because Wanda and Natasha are training. They got up at 6 waking you up and they’ve been training for 30 minutes now. 30 minutes of sleep that you’ve lost. Sure you tried to go back to bed, but you were having trouble without them.

Wanda and Natasha were training with each other. They had woken up early so they could have the training room all for themselves. They heard something in the hallway, assuming it was just some of the other avengers they kept training.

You hear the door open to you room, your eyes are closed and you don’t open them, assuming its Nat and Wands you say

“Mmm come back to bed.”

“I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon,” Says a strange voice. Your eyes fly open, but it’s too late, you scream and the stranger injects something into your arm.

“Miss Y/N is being hurt in her room by a Hydra agent,” Friday says over head. Suddenly red lights are being flashed everywhere, a loud beeping noise is being broadcasted all over the compound, and Friday is locking down the compound. It’s too late though.

“Where is she Friday?!” Wanda and Nat say panicked.

“They are already outside.” Friday says. Wanda and Natasha run outside to see you being carried by the Hydra agent. The stuff she injected into you had made your mind fuzzy, and you watch as red blurs your vision.

“Mama!” You say as loud as you can. Wanda flies up, but she can’t shoot down the plane that you went into without the chance of hurting you. She flies as fast as she can but she can’t keep up, and suddenly it disappears blending in with the clouds and she can’t tell where it is. She falls to the ground slowly landing on her knees crying. Natasha catches up with her in a vehicle.

“Baby?”

“I-I couldn't he-lp her. I heard her sc-scream f-for me.” Wanda says crying. Natasha picks her up and puts her in the car.

“I know baby, I watched you. You did the right thing, you couldn’t shoot down the plane. It’s gonna be okay we will find her,” Natasha coos as she gets up and drives back to the compound. The lights and beeping had stopped and everyone was up and ready for a fight.

“What happened, are you hurt?” Steve says as he sees Wanda crying.

“T-they took her, they t-took Y/N '' Wanda says, breaking down again.

“Who?” Tony asks.

“Hydra,” Natasha says holding Wanda and rubbing her back.

“Last time when Y/N first got her powers Hydra found out she was little, and that she has powers,” Natasha says.

“We won’t stop until we get her back,” Bucky says, putting a hand on Wanda’s shoulder.

When you wake up you are in a cold dark cement cell and you’re still little.

“Hello little one,” You hear a male voice say coming from the other side of the bars.

“Ware my Mama?” You ask.

“You won’t be seeing your Mama for a while. I heard you have special powers is that right?”

“I fink so,” You say back. The man comes where you can see him, he’s old, has grey hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face.

“You wook old,” You say with a giggle. Clearly not knowing what kind of situation you are in. The old man unlocks your cell and grabs your arm.

“Listen here you little tot, I don’t know where you think you are, but this is not a place where laughter is to be heard. Maybe I should teach you a lesson.” He drags you out of the cell and brings you to a better lit room. He’s a very fast walker so he’s kind of dragging you across the floor by your arm. Your bottom lip starts to wobble and tears flood your eyesight. He stops dragging you and picks you up and sets you on a stool. You feel him grab your wrist and attach it to a handcuff on the top of the ceiling. He does the same to your other wrist.

After he gets your wrists hooked to the ceiling he kicks the chair out from under your feet. You scream in pain as you hang from the ceiling, the cuffs digging into your wrists. He watches as tears stream down your face while you whimper.

“Oh we are going to have some fun,” He says with a chuckle.

All the avengers are on a quint jet to the last and final Hydra base location that they know of. They’ve gone every other base that was within 300 miles of the compound. They landed in a spot of openings in the trees far enough from the Hydra base that they couldn’t be seen.

“What if she’s not here?” Wanda says with grief written all over her face.

“Hey,” Natasha says cupping Wanda’s face, making her look over at her.

“We are gonna find her, we aren’t gonna stop til we do,” Natasha says, rubbing her thumb on Wanda’s cheek. Wanda places her hand over Natasha’s.

“Promise?” She asks.

“Promise,” Natasha says back. Everyone gets out of the jet and starts towards the base. When they see the base in sight they hear something.

“Mama!!” Wanda and Nat instantly recognize your voice. Everyone takes off towards the base. There’s four guards blocking the entrance, Steve uses his shield to take out two of them. Iron Man uses his energy beam to knock out the one firing at Steve. Clint takes out the last one with his bow.

You hear ruckus outside and the old man hears it too. He runs off somewhere. When the door opens you expect it to be him again, but it’s not.

“Mama?” You say with tears in your eyes. Wanda catches sight of you and her heart breaks. You’re naked and there’s angry red cuts on your body and purple bruises everywhere.

“Yes baby girl, it’s me you’re okay now, Mama’s here,” She says as she uncuffs you and holds you to her. She holds you for a minute while the tears in her eyes drop down onto her face.

When she pulls away she wipes the tears away from your face and hers. She takes off her long red jacket and puts it over you. She picks you up, careful not to hurt you. You suck on your thumb and hold onto her tightly not wanting to ever leave her arms. You walk out to where everybody is standing waiting for you, you stop Nat and she quickly makes her way over to you.

“Mommy,” You say sadly.

“Hi baby girl, are you okay?” Natasha asks, you shake your head.

“He hurt me Mommy,” You say, you can see the anger boil up in her.

“Baby he will never hurt you again, I promise. I will never let you get hurt again.” Natasha says to you.

“Can we go?” You ask a little bigger, just wanting to get out of there.

“Not so fast,” You hear someone say. Wanda whips around to see an old man standing with more than 20 Hydra agents.

“I think you have something that belongs to me,” He says with a sneer.

“Baby go with Clint to the jet okay,” She says as she sets you down. You shake your head.

“It’s okay I wanna help you fight,” You say now big. She sighs but lets you.

The Hydra agents come at you. You set yourself aflame and shoot fireballs from your hands at them. Steve and Tony work together to take out the agents on the left and Clint and Bucky take the ones on the right. You see Natasha fighting an agent twice her size. You see Wanda helping her by using her powers to fling him to the side of the building. You watch as your family takes down the bad guys around you.

You see the old man start to walk away and you chase after him. You shoot a fireball at him and he dodges it.

“Is that the best you can do?” He mocks with his arms in the air. Wanda comes up to you.

“I wanna try something,” You say to her.

“Okay”

“I want you and I to combine our powers to make one.” You say to her. Wanda starts with a red ball of energy in her hands. You place both your hands in her energy and act like you’re about to shoot a fireball but instead just keep it in your hands.

“You ready?” You ask Wanda, she nods her head. You both aim your powers at the old man.

“Three” You say.

“Two” Wanda says.

“One” You say together. You shoot your powers at the old man. It tangles and dances with each other beautifully. It knocks the old man out and the fire burns his body.

“Yesss!” You say jumping in the air. You hold your hand up for Wanda to highfive and she does with a laugh. You walk back hand in hand together to see that everyone has taken out all the agents. You grab Tasha’s hand.

“Can we go home now?” You say.

“Of course baby,” Natasha says. You and your family walk back to the jet. When you get home you, Wanda, and Nat go straight to your room. You take off the jacket that Wanda had given you. You hear Natasha gasp.

“Oh baby,” She says as you can see the tears well up in her eyes. You walk up to her and wipe the tears that fall on her face away.

“It’s okay, I’m okay now that I’m here with you,” You say and give her a kiss. She smiles but stands back so she can examine you. Most of the cuts Wanda had seen were small and healed now, but the purple bruises that mark your body are not.

“I’m sorry,” She says to you.

“What are you sorry for?” You ask.

“For not finding you sooner, for letting them do this to you. It’s all my fault, I was the one who suggested that Wanda and I train early if we didn’t do that then none of this would’ve happened.”

“Baby, this was not your fault, or Wanda’s fault,” You say as Wanda comes out of the bathroom.

“I’m fine now, I promise, what happened was nobody's fault and I don’t blame either of you.” You say as you kiss each of them.

“Okay,” Natasha says, dropping the subject. You yawn and it cracks your jaw and your eyes water.

“Looks like someone needs some sleep,” Wanda says as she gets into bed. You crawl in beside her and Natasha gets on the other side of you. You throw the sage love blanket over Wanda and Natasha making sure that it covered them equally. You had to lean over Wanda to unfold the blankets corner.

“What are you doing baby,” Wanda asks.

“Mm want to make sure you are nice and warm.” You say after you deem that everyone is covered by the blanket you lay down. You snuggle yourself into Wanda’s arms and lay your head on her shoulder. You sigh as Natasha holds you from behind.

“Love you guys, goodnight.”

“Love you too,” Natasha says.

“Goodnight,” Wanda says. That night you swear they hold you tighter.

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[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

wooohooo MCU gremlins drabble

Thor and Bruce examined the burn patters swirling on the remains of a wall, as Tony and Steve chatted to themselves.

“It’s been a month since these so-called Four Warriors were summoned, and we still haven’t found them. And now we know they have energy-based weapons.”

“But don’t you think that’s strange? These Warriors have been in New York for a month, and this is the first we’ve seen of any sort of attack.”

“Ahem.” Thor stood up. “I’m afraid that you are incorrect, Man of Iron.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

Bruce stepped in, data pad in hand, which he passed to Tony. “The burn patterns here are too sporadic to be man-made. They look like natural lightning- or the kind of stuff Thor can summon. If I didn’t know this came from the middle of the city, I’d say the wall was just struck in a storm.”

Tony hummed. “So, what are you saying? Instead of the Warriors running around my city with weapons, they’re running around with superpowers? That’s worse!”

“Tony, you have to calm down.”

The Thunder God shook his head. “Actually, I have seen this kind of lightning before. It was made by a child of the stars- your people do not have a name for their race.”

Steve blinked. “An alien?”

“Yes, but one forged in the heart of a star. That is not the concerning thing about these markings, however.”

“What is it?”

“They are powerful, but wildly inaccurate. Whoever shot these blasts was not trained to use them effectively.”

“Meaning?”

“They are either a non-combatant... or a juvenile. I would tend towards the latter, as a fully grown star child would have more power in their blasts.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “It’s a kid? You’re sure?” He stopped. “Fuck.”

“Language.”

“Shut it, Rodgers. I just remembered something.” He tapped the data pad. “When we fought that weirdo with the staff, we saw a bunch of teenagers.”

Steve made a noise of realisation, and his heart sank. “Four teenagers. I thought they’d been caught up in the blast, so I made sure they got out safely. I only saw two of their faces- but they were definitely just freaked-out kids in over their heads.”

Bruce took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Are you saying he summoned teenagers to do his dirty work? Are you saying the dangerous Warriors SHIELD has been tracking are kids?”

“Most likely stranded kids, if they’re still in the city.”

“Fuck.”

Steve didn’t admonish him this time.

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A good thing about a city that’s constantly under attack is that nobody looks at a beat-up teenager twice, except with pity. Tommy knew that from back in L’Manberg, and it still rang true in... wherever the fuck they were. New York? He kicked a rock. “Fuckin’ stupid name. I would have come up with a much cooler one.”

Purpled scoffed, but there was no malice in it. “Uh huh.” The Starborne kept an eye on the entrance to the alley, fingers flexing around a hidden knife. He wouldn’t be caught unawares again. “You’d have named it L’Yorkberg or something.”

“Like I said, a much cooler name.” Tommy shot his friend a grin, and the wall behind them promptly disappeared. A tall figure with a hood over his face beckoned them through, the wall clicking seamlessly back into place behind them.

Finally, safety. The house they’d found was abandoned, and if anyone had come across it they’d be... confused. Random chunks of soil, sand and marble in perfect cubes were scattered around the room, and every surface was covered with random bits and pieces of machinery.

Purpled swept some scrap metal off of a cube of granite, and emptied out the bag of food he’d snagged on top of it. “I got enough to last us the week. I don’t think they saw me, but we should go to a different store next time to be safe.” Tommy passed the hooded figure a handful of first-aid kits. “Did Tubbo get that fridge working?”

The hooded figure- Ranboo- nodded. “Yeah, put the meat and stuff in it so it doesn’t go bad.” That had been a shock- food in this world spoiling over time. They couldn’t get ill from it, just Hunger, but it was still unpleasant to eat. The worst part of it was that they couldn’t just stock up on bread and wait for someone to find them, they had to constantly go out to get food. At least the first-aid kits were just a precaution.

The ram hybrid in question leaned into the room. “Hey, guys! Did you run into any trouble?” Tommy shook his head emphatically, while Purpled looked sheepish. “No...”

Tubbo put his hands on his hips. “What happened?”

Purpled coughed, embarrassed. “We kind of got mugged. They wanted this green paper stuff we found.” Tommy puffed out his chest proudly, wings flicking mischievously under his hoodie. “Purpled kicked the shit out of them, you should have seen him! Zapped them right through a wall.”

The ram’s eyes lit up, radiation symbols dancing in his pupils. “Sick!”

Ranboo, on the other hand, looked slightly panicked. “Uhm, aren’t we trying to keep a low profile?”

Tommy shrugged. “Eh, we had our hoods up, plus there’s a fuckin’ million people in this city. It’ll be fine.”

Tubbo clapped his hands together twice, banishing the nervous air that had grown in the room. “Right. Ranboo, you’re still banned from the kitchen after the Spaghetti Incident, so Tommy, it’s your turn to cook.”

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Tony Stark was not good at waiting. It took approximately seven seconds for JARVIS to illegally download the CCTV footage of the attack, and about sixty for everyone watching to see what had really happened. It was still too long for him.

Two teenagers were walking down an alleyway, one in a red hoodie and one in a purple one. They were talking together and laughing about something.

“Red has blond hair, blue eyes, about 6’3. I think he’s got a dyed white streak in his hair.” He’d roped Natasha in for this, her spy training making her excellent at spotting details others would miss. “Purple has lighter blond hair and... purple eyes? Huh. They could be blue too, just a trick of the light. He’s shorter than Red, maybe 5’11?”

One of the teenagers swung his bag at the other with a grin on his face. The other yelled at him. Two older men appeared at the other end of the alley.

The spy’s eyes narrowed. “Two adults, 20-25, Caucasian, wearing beanies and dark clothing. They’re armed, one of them is nervous but the other has done this before.”

One of the men pulled a gun, and the other cracked his knuckles. The teenagers scowled.

“Huh. Interesting. Red and Purple aren’t afraid of them. They look... annoyed, but not scared.”

The man with the gun lunged forward, and was promptly knocked through a wall with a blast of electricity. The other man froze, and the teenager in red hit him over the head with a bag, before bursting into nervous laughter.

Nat’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. Okay, now I get why you wanted me to see this.” She looked at Tony. “Mutants? Have you contacted Xavier yet?”

Tony shook his head. “Not just mutants. Thor thinks Purple is an alien. Called him ‘a child of the stars’ or something.”

Shadows appeared at the end of the alleyway. The teenager in red swore, the words clearly visible despite the silent recording. He tore off his hoodie to reveal a large pair of wings, and grabbed his purple-clad friend. The pair flew out of sight of the camera.

“Red might be a mutant, we don’t know. Neither of them are showing up on any databases. No birth records, schooling, missing persons reports, anything.”

Nat sat back in her chair. “Right. You got any idea where they went after this?”

He shook his head. “Not one. We can assume Red landed in a remote area and hid his wings, before meeting up with the other two.”

She rose an eyebrow. “Other two?”

“There were four teenagers at that battle, remember? Just after four great Warriors were supposedly summoned.”

Recognition flashed in the spy’s eyes. “You think they’re the Warriors? They’re a little young.”

“Oh, I’m well aware. Steve was pissed when we put two and two together and Bruce nearly Hulked out. Kids don’t belong on a battlefield.”

“What do we do now?”

“Look for patterns. Where we see them, and when. JARVIS is looking through all public cameras right now, and he’s already found Red and Purple stealing food from a nearby store a couple of times.”

“No sign of the other two?”

“Not yet. Although, they could just be better at hiding. Hell, one of ‘em could have invisibility powers or something. Hard to tell.”

She shook her head. “I doubt it.”

Tony recognised that calculating look in her eyes. “You’ve figured something out. Alright. What’ve you got for me?”

She steepled her fingers together. “Put it this way. You’re a kid, and let’s for argument’s sake say you’ve been summoned to an unknown city, possibly even an unknown planet. You’re lost, and you’re evidently not able to get money or food, if you’re stealing from stores regularly.”

“Right.”

“If one of you has invisibility, why risk the visible ones getting caught? Why not just send them instead? No, my money is on Red and Purple being the most inconspicuous.”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“They’re the easiest to blend in- the most baseline human-looking. And considering one’s an alien and one has wings, that’s saying a lot. The other two might not be able to go out in public without causing a scene.”

“Huh. I hadn’t thought about it that way. But it makes sense.”

She shrugged. “Or the other two could be injured. Red was holding a bag full of medical supplies.”

“Shit. We need to find them, and fast.”

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[lothlaer]

Proposal: Jaskier's got a fist clenched painfully hard one time when he's really really hurt and Yen has to force his palm open so she can tangle their fingers together and try to keep him from hurting his own hand. And they're both kind of like "oh" at some point idk 😳

Anon this apparently awakened something in me, so thank you for expanding on my post and giving me the inspo to write (checks notes) 1.7k. Hope you enjoy whatever this is!!! 

Pre-yennskier, description of blood and injury, 100% hurt/comfort. Read on AO3

“Stop fucking moving,” Geralt hisses, pushing down hard on the hips beneath his hands to still the man’s squirming.

A choked off, muffled whine dies in Jaskier’s throat, his lips pursed tight enough to turn them pale and thin. He’s panting through his nose, clearly in agony, and too out of it to understand that moving will only make this worse.

Yennefer spares the witcher a glance, noting the anxiety and fear that’s obvious on his face, in the tension across his brow, the frantic not-focus of his eyes that flick between the bard’s half-delirious expression and the gaping wound at his side.

She’s done all she can to heal him, sealed up the torn and leaking insides that they all know would have killed him if they hadn’t been here – that still might kill him if they can’t stem the blood loss and prevent infection. She thinks of it like this; clinical, sensible, because she has to.

Jaskier’s heartbeat is quicker than it should be, his breathing equally fast, panicked and pained and shallow. She keeps her ear trained to its frantic rhythm, notices how Geralt’s heart thumps faster than normal too, almost human, almost matching hers. She’d laugh at the symmetry of it all, if it were funny. She’s sure Jaskier would write a poem, if he knew, but she won’t ever tell him. 

He stills a little under the pressure of Geralt’s hands, though still struggles. He probably can’t help it by this point, too confused and the pain too intense to allow much rational thought. Geralt can’t work if he keeps kicking, shifting his hips to try to escape the discomfort.

“Yen,” Geralt growls, and she’d tell him off if she thought it would help.

She tells him off anyway, growling his name back as she presses her weight onto the bard’s chest, keeping him pinned. She watches his face, stares at the lines of tears down his temples, wrung out from his scrunched eyes.

The tight seam of Jaskier’s lips splits open, a deep groan and hitching sob forcing its way out as Geralt flushes the wound. He shifts again, and it’s only then that Yennefer notices his hands. The one nearest her grips at her skirt, tugging it towards himself, the other clenched tight enough at his side that the whites of his knuckles stand out even against his bloodless skin.

She reaches for it before she can think about it, dragging his hand over his chest, looking at the way he’s digging his nails into the meat of his palm.

Yennefer doesn’t say anything as she fits her thumb under his, prying it open like the hinge on a rusted box. There’s no treasure within as she does the same with his fingers, forcing them loose enough that his reflex to clench releases, each digit unfolding only to reveal deep indents in his skin like faint purple mouths.

She slips her fingers between his, taking the pressure into her own grip, resting their joined hands over his heart.

He blinks up at her, eyes wet with tears, then lifts his head to look down at himself.

“Don’t look,” Yennefer snaps, pointedly leaning forward to block the vivid red of Geralt’s hands from view.

She knocks her knuckles against his breastbone, drawing his attention back, and he focuses in on the press of their skin together.

She thinks that if he had enough blood left in his body to do so, Jaskier would be blushing. She feels heat rise in her own cheeks in sympathy. His lips part on an inappropriately dreamy sigh, and she realises she’s stroking her thumb back and forth over his clammy skin, then swiftly stops.

Yennefer checks his expression and discovers his eyes on her again, a long moment dragging on as she finds herself unable to look away, their faces closer than she realised and his short breaths puffing against her skin. She’s horribly aware of their entwined hands, the unpleasant sensation of drying blood and mud between them, the frantic heart mere centimetres away, trapped beneath only by fragile human flesh and bone.

Between another aborted cry of pain and a feeble attempt at another kick, Jaskier lets his head fall back to the ground, gaze swimming and dizzy as he stares up at the canopy of the trees above them, his grip tightening to the point of pain as the joints in Yennefer’s hand compress.

She loses track of time for a while, her knees and back aching from being folded over for so long, the quiet and sometimes unpleasant noises coming from Geralt working opposite her the only way to gauge how long they’ve been here, alongside the warbling beat that still echoes against her eardrums. It’s not like his usual music.

She looks back to his face after some time, catches his eyelids fluttering.

“None of that,” she scolds, loud enough to jerk him back into wakefulness.

She turns her head to look at the wound, relieved to find it closed with stitches, no longer sluggishly leaking blood down Jaskier’s side. He’s still covered in it, soaked into his shirt and the trousers covering his propped-up legs, even on the blanket they’ve thrown over him.

Geralt looks up and the relief is clear on his face; they’re not out of the woods yet, but it’s a step in the right direction. His eyes flick to Jaskier’s hand in hers, looking pointedly at where he’s still gripping her dress too, then walking away with a mutter about getting bandages.

Yennefer finds herself alarmingly embarrassed, and withdraws her hand.

Jaskier doesn’t complain, his fingers falling loose and curled where she leaves them.

Geralt returns quickly, begins packing the injury. Jaskier jerks again, then they begin the agonising process of winding bandages around his waist, having to manoeuvre him upright enough to pass them under his back.

By the end he’s even sweatier and paler than he was before. His noises of pain throughout have been quieter than Yennefer was expecting, the usual volume and raucousness of his voice muffled and contained. It’s simultaneously impressive and irritating – men, she thinks.

He groans long and low nonetheless as they shift him sideways onto a bedroll and prop another bag under his knees.

“It’s done, it’s over,” Yennefer finds herself saying quietly while Geralt resituates the blanket.

She wipes a tear away from Jaskier’s cheek with the backs of her fingers, and tries not to overthink the action in the seconds afterwards as his sobs subside.

He’s trembling, either from pain or shock or the cold, and Geralt wastes no time getting him water with some herbs mixed in. He drinks greedily, water spilling out around his mouth until the witcher urges him to slow.

Geralt lays him back down, calls his name softly until his wobbly attention wanders back to them.

“All better?” Jaskier murmurs after a moment, eyelids already half-mast.

Geralt lays a wet cloth over the bard’s forehead and holds his palm on it, steady and reassuring, long enough to lean over and catch Jaskier’s gaze.

“Good enough,” he says, beginning to wipe away the sweat and dirt from Jaskier’s face in gentle strokes.

“Bastard,” Jaskier mutters, eyes falling closed. He only settles for a moment before jerking awake, his eyes wide and alarmed. “Yen?”

He looks around blearily, waving an uncoordinated hand out – seeking her presence, Yennefer realises. She reaches for him, grasping his hand in hers. His gaze snaps to her, and softens.

“Okay?” he asks.

His skin is cool, his heart still racing.

“You’ll be pissing us off with your usual obnoxious poetics within a day, I imagine.”

He frowns at her and shakes his head almost imperceptibly.

“No,” he swallows dryly, “you okay?”

Yennefer opens her mouth, ready for a witty retort to manifest, but all that emerges is the escape of a surprised breath. She thinks of the way they’d been standing side by side when the attack had happened, the way the bard had fallen against her and brought her to her knees in the grass and mud, last autumn’s shed of rotting leaves compacting beneath her hands. The drip of red blending against the dirt. Her stomach twists, then releases.

“Rest, Jaskier.”

He still stares at her.

“I’m fine, you fool.” She squeezes his hand again, thinks of the indents on his palm. “Rest.”

He does, finally, slipping easily into something deeper than sleep. She knows she and Geralt will have their senses fixed on the pump of his blood for days yet, and that it’ll be a while before his body replenishes what he’s lost.

For now, the steadiness of his pulse and his breathing will have to be enough, even if they remain unnatural and fast.

Yennefer realises she’s been staring for a while when she notices Geralt bringing a bowl over, his hands and arms already washed clean of the mess from the past hour.

“Wonderful timing,” he says dryly, shaking the red-tinged water off his fingers with a couple of quick flicks.

“For what, witcher?” Yennefer says shortly, her nerves strung thin and dangerous.

Geralt snorts. Yennefer glares.

“For a realisation.” He smirks at her, smug.

“Fuck off,” she spits, not turning away quick enough to miss the way the man’s smile widens further.

She draws her hands away from Jaskier, his grip limp now, and washes her hands too, surprised to see the ripples on the surface from where she’s shaking. Geralt comes up behind her, his hand falling to her shoulder, and they both look down at the bard. The porcelain tinge of his skin is unnerving, his eyes bruised, and dirt and leaves still cling to his hair. But he’s alive, alive, and the knots in their chests release.

She thinks about leaving now her job’s done, the unpleasant warmth blooming somewhere in her gut making her want to run away, to flee from whatever the bard’s pain and gaze and hands have triggered in her, the feeling snapping sharp like a wire under her skin.

Geralt squeezes her shoulder.

“Stay with him.”

Yennefer feels the words rumble through her, less than an order but more than a suggestion. Her heart leans into it, giving way so carelessly to harmonise with the rhythm of his.

She stays.

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