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can you write actress!reader and their daughter visiting pedro on set or pedro coming back home and surprising his daughter after being away filming please

i just love dad!pedro fluff

Warnings: surprisingly a touch of angst but really just a pinch I promise

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting Craig “Thank you for doing this”

“Of course” he reassured you “he talks about you all the time anyways, and… this way he’ll probably want to get scenes right, right away so it’s a win-win” he joked, making you chuckle.

Suddenly, you felt a tug at your hand.

“Sweetie, say hi”

Your daughter looked up at Craig, her dad’s big brown eyes cute as ever.

“Hi,” she waved, or at least tried to, wave at him.

“Hi there honey, you’re bigger each time I see you”

“‘S not true, I’m always the same,” she said between giggles

“Oh no you’re growing my friend,” he said, crouching down to her level “Next thing I know you’ll be taller than me”

“But that’s impossible“ she laughed

“We’ll see” Craig teased, getting back up to you.

“We should go”

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"Heard that sweetie? we have to be real quiet now" You whispered as Craig led you onto the set

"Can you do that?"

She nodded, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself, she would have never been this obedient if not for what she knew was about to come.

"Here" Craig murmured as he closed a heavy white door behind you "We should almost be done with the scene"

You followed him until he stopped right in front of a little screen that showed what the camera was filming.

The scene had already started, and it followed Pedro as he walked around a makeshift apartment.

He had sent you pictures of him in character before, but seeing him in real life was much different.

They had made streaks of his hair and beard white, and he was wearing a black and green flannel that looked approximately a hundred years old.

You liked this rough look, he didn't believe you when you first told him, but seeing him now only made you more sure. He looked hot, and you made a mental note to tell him later.

Your daughter's hand was still gripping yours, but her eyes were wide with amazement as she watched her own daddy at work.

She had been down the whole day. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday and no matter what you tried to do with her, read her her favorite stories, bring her to the park, make the swing fly real high like she begged you do to each time... nothing worked, and only once you set her down to talk, she had confessed what was wrong all along.

She missed her dad.

You already had half a mind that's what it was, but you weren't sure, and when she finally told you, you felt your chest warm a bit.

Of course she did, just as you did,

Pedro had been really busy with this project, and he tried to be home as much as possible, God knows how much it pained him too, but today was Saturday, and he usually never worked on weekends, and as much as your daughter was used to not seeing much of him during the week, they used to spend every waking moment together on Saturdays and Sundays, and she didn't like the change of routine, not one bit.

The recalling of your morning was suddenly interrupted by a loud "Cut!"

The silence that filled the air before was gone in a second, as seemingly everyone rushed on set.

"You wanna go again?" Pedro asked who you assumed was the director.

"no we got it, it was perfect"

"great" Pedro smiled, starting to walk off the set, but the moment he did, something caught his attention.

"Daddy!"

You glanced beneath you, and to your amusement, your daughter wasn't there, instead, she was running towards your husband.

“What?" Pedro's eyes widened, but he wasted no time crouching down to catch her as she ran right into his arms "Peach?" he asked, hugging her tight while standing up.

"Hi" you smiled walking up to them

"Sweetheart!? what is happening?" he said, beaming

You shrugged, caging a grin between your teeth "We missed you"

And at that, he had to pause, his glimmering eyes glancing between the two loves of his life.

"I missed you so much Daddy!" your daughter joined, her pigtails hitting Pedro's cheek as she hid her face between his shoulder and neck.

"I missed you too angel" he promised, stroking her back and kissing her hair "Missed you a lot" You took a step closer, taking his free hand in yours and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"hi," you repeated yourself in a quiet whisper

"Hi" he smiled, kissing you again

"Hey!" your daughter suddenly interrupted, making both of you chuckle.

"sorry baby" you excused yourself, leaning away "he's all yours"

She made a satisfied sound before her eyes started attentively examing Pedro's face.

"you look old" she stated, making you snort.

Pedro feigned a gasp, clearly stifling a smile "What did you just say to me?"

Your daughter giggled “you look old, daddy”

“I can’t believe this! You don’t see me for a day and already think I look old!?”

“Your hair is white!” she laughed pointing at them.

“I can't believe this!” he kept up his farce, obviously entertaining her “I’ve always looked like this! Since when do you not like my hair?”

“‘S not true” she shook her head, still chuckling ” This is not your hair”

“It sure is”

”No it's not, you have brown hair like me daddy!” She protested ”tell him mommy!” She called for your help, turning to you.

”You’re right baby” you reassured her

”See? Mommy says I’m right”

”Alright, alright, you caught me” Pedro smiled, giving up ” You’re too smart angel” he kissed her cheek, starting to walk towards some chairs off the set.

Your daughter stayed gripped around him like her life depended on it even as he sat down.

”so did you have fun today?” he asked, setting her on his knees.

“Me and Mommy went to the park”

“That’s nice” Pedro smiled, stroking her hair.

“I wanted you to be there” she suddenly pouted, and you saw the look in your husband’s eyes. You saw how much those words affected him, how much they pained him.

“I know” he said “I’m sorry”

“I’ll make it up to you sweetie”

“How?” she asked, with that sassy tone she had recently discovered.

“Tomorrow, we’ll do whatever you want”

“Anything?” her eyes sparked with mischief

“Anything, peach” he promised seconds before she nestled into his chest again, hugging him even tighter.

— — —

In just twenty minutes, your daughter's soft snores started making their way to your ears.

You smiled, watching her sleeping so peacefully on her daddy’s shoulder.

“You spoil her too much” you teased, your fingers gently playing with Pedro’s ones as you set beside him.

“How could I not, have you seen her?” He whispered, still petting her hair.

A familiar smile spread on your face, but before you could fully take it in, a small sigh fled your lips.

“She misses you, Pedro,” you said, your eyes finding his, and in them, a somber understanding.

He already knew. And it destroyed him every day.

“I miss you” you added with a small frown.

He turned his palm to hold your hand, a small gesture, a small -I’m here-

“I know” he spoke after a brief moment “I miss you too”

You nodded, a quiet understanding passing between you.

“I’ll never work on weekends again,” he said

“Pedro that’s not in your control” You shook your head

“I don’t care, I’ll stand my ground” he murmured, his thumb drawing patterns on your hand “I can’t go on like this sweetheart, I want to be there for you, for both of you, and I’m tired of not doing that, I’m tired of missing you all-day baby” he whispered, frustration tracing his words.

You rested your head on his shoulder, a small -I’m here- of your own.

“I know” you spoke, softly rutting your head against his shoulder “It’ll be alright, we’ll find a way”

“Thank you for doing this” he murmured, feeling like the luckiest man in the world sitting between you “I love you”

“I love you too baby” you smiled, leaning up to give him a quick kiss.

And immediately, even if still asleep, your daughter's small arms tightened around his neck possessively, a small “daddy” escaping her lips.

You chuckled, as Pedro absolutely melted at the image

“She’s such a daddy’s girl”

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dearestgojo · 2 years

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Lavender Sheets

Aki x Fem reader

Warnings: Somophilia. Fingering. Oral f receiving. Spit. Vaginal Penetration. Creampie. Mating Press. Cockwarming. mention of pubic hair. Grinding.

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The early morning sun is starting to peek in through the curtains, casting streaks of sunlight on the blue sheets, and making you stir. You're wrapped in the warmth of another body and blanket, one arm tightly secured around your waist and one under your head. The sound of the television playing the early morning cartoons seeps in through the thin door, Denji and Power's arguing also causing you to stir. Aki's hold on your body becomes tighter as he whispers in your ear, lulling you back to sleep.

He watches your shoulders relax once more while your face snuggles into the white satin sheets before dropping his head back onto your shared pillow - shared because despite there being a perfectly good one on his side you always ended up on the same one- burying his face in your hair. He can smell the coconut scent from the shampoo you use, the same scent that cleans the bedsheets. His eyes are starting to fall close again, his body craving the rest and the warmth of your body.

On any other day, he would be up running the washing and drying machines while prepping breakfast, but today was Sunday. The laundry had been washed late last night, the bathrooms had been washed, and you had insisted on vacuuming after Denji and Power had gone off to bed. You had even left the bread out for Denji next to the toaster and bought him a few new things that he could top his bread with. Going as far as to put a "Don't disturb us," with a detailed description of what you would do to the two troublemakers if they so much as knocked on your bedroom door.

A warning that seemed to have worked, as the door had remained untouched. Allowing Aki to get a few more hours of sleep and time alone with you. And the quietness of your bedroom has Aki almost falling asleep. Almost because the moment, his eyes are falling closed again, you shift your weight closer to him. Your ass grinding against his crotch.

His eyes snap open, boxers immediately growing tighter, boner pressed against the curve of his ass. Taking a deep breath through he tries to ignore the feeling of your ass moving against him as you find a new position to sleep in. Closer to him, with your hand falling over the edge of the bed, and ass pressed against him. Even after you stop moving he can't help the thoughts that pass through his mind, his arm still snuggly tossed over your waist with his hand resting under your breast. He knows you aren't against the idea of being woken up like this, but he can't help but feel dirty for having the thoughts that he is while you sleep in his arms.

Aki swallows, burying his face further into your hair, and inhaling deeply, letting his hands travel down your torso. His fingers sneak underneath the waistband of your shorts, groaning when he finds nothing beneath them, long fingers brushing against the soft coarse hair of your mound. He presses a kiss on the back of your shoulders, listening carefully to your shallow breathing, not wanting his movements to wake you. His fingers dip further down, the tips of his fingers circling your clit, swallowing a groan when he finds you already slightly wet. He teases your slit with three fingers while pinching your bud, eyes always watchful of your facial expressions.

Holding in his breath he pushes a single finger in stopping when his knuckle is snug between your walls. He allows you a few moments to adjust before slowly removing his finger and sliding back in, curling it upwards so it grazes your sensitive walls. Your eyebrows bunch together, lips pursing as you try to make sense of what's going on in your sleep, but you don't wake. Something which Aki is thankful for as he pushes a second finger in. Using his thumb he massages your clit slowly while thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt, slowly scissoring them. Testing his limits while pushing the entire length of them in, teasing the sweet spot in the back of your pussy. You whimper in your sleep and wiggle around, your inner thighs becoming slicker as he fingers you in your sleep.

Your eyes flicker behind your closed lids, your hand subconsciously coming down to grab onto his forearm. He whispers lowly in your ear, hoping the sound of the voice keeps you asleep like it always does on lazy Sunday mornings like today. Hoping to keep you asleep until he empties his balls in your warm cunt. "Sh sh, everything's okay it's just me. You're being such a good girl, just keep your eyes closed for a while longer."

Your walls clench and unclench around his moving fingers, thighs squeezing shut around his hand when he brushes your g-spot, he readjusts his fingers so the heel of his palm applies pressure on your clit. Your juices coat his fingers and wrist, your whimpers growing in volume, you squirm against him,

He can tell you are close as your eyebrows draw together, and your walls suck his fingers deeper into your cunt. "That's a good girl, cum all over my fingers." Aki's hips start moving into your ass softly, his boner buried in between your ass cheeks as he builds your first orgasm of the morning.

Rubbing tight circles over your clit you cum on his fingers, crying into your pillow. Drool dripping down the corners of your lips. Aki slows down, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, his blue eyes scanning your face and making sure you are still asleep. He waits until your face relaxes again before slowly removing his fingers from your heat, bringing his cum soaked fingers up to his lips and licking your juices off. He hums as your sweet taste fills his taste buds, running his tongue along them until they're clean.

"Fuck," Aki grunts, sliding his arm out from under your head, and sliding down the bed, carefully turning you onto your back, and spreading your legs apart, placing them over his shoulders. Your shorts are soaked from your release, sticking your cunt and thighs. He can see the outline of your pussy lips, and feel the warmth radiating from it as he shuffles closer.

Aki doesn't hesitate, dropping a small glob of spit before running his tongue on the slick once before raising your hips and removing your sleep shorts, tossing them randomly on the bedroom floor. He watches your whole pulse, begging to be touched. Spreading your lips apart he circles your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. The sweet taste of your cunt fills his mouth, and he pushes the tip into your heat, swirling it around.

He feels you shuffle above him, your head tossing on the pillow, hands gripping the sheets as your body grows hotter. Aki wonders what you're dreaming of as gasps start to escape from his lips, sweat dribbling down your temples, your hair sticking to the sheets.

His tongue laps at your folds, making a line from your opening your clit, and back down, his teeth pulling on your swollen bud. His eyes peered up to watch the twist of your face. He knows you'll wake up at any moment, with the way your legs are clenching around his head, and hips raising off chasing after his tongue. And the idea of you waking up while he eats you out makes him forget that he's meant to make sure you remain asleep.

Pushing your legs up towards your stomach he shoves his face into your cunt, loud slurping noises echoing off the walls of the bedroom, drowning out the sound of laughter and the television in the living room. He watches your stir in your sleep, his name stumbling out of your lips as they flutter open, your brain still working on processing the pleasure that is coursing through your body.

Everything feels hot, the lavender satin sheets beneath you. The breath you let out as you look at your surroundings. The hair that clings to your forehead. But most of all the warm tongue that moves along your folds, drinking all you have to offer.

"A-aki, what are you doing?" your voice shakes while you ask, peering down at him through dazed eyes.

Instead of answering, Aki shoves his tongue further into your clenching whole, slurping your juices, before pressing it flat against your and licking up to your clit. He spells out your name and his with the tip, his eyes never leaving yours.

You cum unexpectedly, thighs wrapping around his head, and your hand cumming down to tug on his hair. You quietly chant his name, aware of the tv playing just down the hall.

"Aki, oh my god," you sigh, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, your brain catching up to your body.

Aki drops your legs from his shoulders and slowly traverses up your body while pressing quick kisses to the soft skin. He hands kneading all that they can grab. "Good morning," he murmurs when he reaches your lips, kissing the corner, "Feel good?"

You nod your head, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing up into him, feeling his erection through the thin material of his boxers, "Feel good." You pull him down, cupping his face and kissing him fully on the lips, licking his bottom lip, begging to let your tongue into his mouth. A request he obliges to. Your tongues become a tangled mess, teeth bumping into each other, the faint smell of morning breath, and your cunt reaching your nostrils. You pull back first, lazily smiling up at him, your right hand traveling down his lean torso, outlining the ridges of his abs, "That was a nice way to wake up."

"Yeah?" He asks, bumping his nose against yours, longer hair cascading over you, hissing when your hand wraps around his length, pushing his underwear down his thighs.

"Yeah," you whisper back, running your thumb over the slit, "How about now I help you with this."

His eyes squeeze shut, your hand stroking his length and rubbing it against your wet folds. "Fuck, stop teasing," he groans, pushing your hand out of the way, and holding on to his shaft at the base, positioning it at your entrance.

Your eyes widen as he pushes the first inch in, your slick making it easier for the two of you as his girth stretches you. His hands come back to rest on the back of your thighs and he pushes them back toward you as he pushes more of himself into your warm walls. Low grunts slip from his lips as you clench around him.

Neither of you will last much longer, your body still sentive from your two previous orgasms, and Aki barely holding on anymore after fighting the urge to just have his way fully with you while you slept. His thoughts are scattered all over the place when he draws his hips back and plunges into you, moaning loud enough for it to travel out the door.

He starts out slow and hard, snapping his hips into yours before pulling them back until just the head of his length rests inside you. He mostly does it to be quiet, which is feeling as you yelp every time his hips met you and he groans and grunts as your cunt sucks him in further. The pace he had originally set soon becomes quick and sloppy, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, over the sound of the fan.

"Gonna cum," you whimper, pulling his head down so his forehead rests against yours, your breaths mixing with one another.

"Me too - God you feel so fucking good," his hand snakes between your bodies, two fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. That's all it takes to push you over the edge. Your legs shake on his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel him release in you. The sensation of you gushing and walls gripping around him pushing Aki over the end just seconds after you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Aki recites, pushing his lips against yours as he fucks his cum deeper into your cunt. He doesn't stop until your legs stop shaking, dropping them so they rest against his waist. He stays seated in you after you both finish cumming, dropping his weight on you. His warm breath fans over your neck as he kisses you there.

A few moments pass before he starts to feel heavy, your hand pushing on his ribs, "Aki your crushing me."

You expect him to pull out, but instead, he rolls the two of you over and wraps one arm around your waist. He uses his free arm to push himself up, making his cock push deeper into your cunt, making you whimper. You feel and hear him suck in a deep breath as your walls clench around him, feeling him become hard again.

"Don't do that," he whispers, shuffling up the bed to rest his back against the bedframe.

You murmur out an apology resting your head on his chest, watching as he reaches to his night table for the pack of cigarettes, lighting one before tossing the box over to

the soaked side of the bed. He pushes his hair out of his face and leans his head back, inhaling the smoke before breathing it out through his nose. You watch as the smoke swirls up into the air, listening to his heartbeat against your ears and the sound of the fan turning, the air making the smoke fade quicker.

"The tv isn't playing anymore."

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cevansbrat0007 · 11 months

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Moments Shared

Summary: You and Ari share a moment during a lazy afternoon...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Fluff & Schmoop, Light Smut, Secrets, Discussions of Imaginary Friends, Brief Mention of Pyromania, Light Fingering, Ass Slapping, Mentions of Spanking, Mentions of Restraints, Love Songs, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread but not beta'd. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

“Bird?”

“Mm?” You look up from your place sprawled across Ari’s chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat having almost lulled you to sleep after yet another lazy bout of lovemaking.

The perfect activity for a quiet Sunday afternoon.

“Tell me something.” The easy rasp of his voice has you smiling before you even realize you’re doing it. “About you.” He absentmindedly runs his knuckles up and down your arms, marveling at the trail of goosebumps he leaves behind in his wake.

“Um, what do you wanna know?” You press a soft kiss against his pec, the soft hairs adorning his skin tickling your nose.

The bounty hunter takes a moment to think. “Anything.” He finally responds, as if he had weighed his options and decided he was better off not pressing his luck. So he’d settled on accepting whatever it was you deigned to share with him. And he’d be damned grateful for it. “Whatever you wanna tell me.”

“I guess I’m just not sure don’t what to say.” Of their own accord, he wraps one of your curls around a thick finger, tugging playfully.

“Okay then, how ‘bout I start?”

“...Alright.” You roll onto your side, propping your chin up with your hand. “Take away then, Levinson. Or do you need me to do a drum roll so – eep!” You let out a squeal when he swats at your hip.

“Mind the sass, woman.” Ari grunts, although the teasing quirk of his lips makes it known that he’s only joking.

“Such a Beast.” You stick out your tongue at him, earning yourself another swat from your man.

“And don’t you forget it.” He reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, stroking the pad of his thumb across your palm. “Now, stop trying to make me lose focus while I think of a secret to share.”

“Oh...we’re telling secrets now, are we?” Well, that certainly upped the stakes a bit.

“Of course.” Ari presses a swift kiss to your clasped hands. “Nothing too heavy, baby. Just our deepest and darkest.” He winks then, chuckling when you try to pull away. “Hey–I was kidding. C’mere and settle down.”

“Fine.” You blow out a breath as you shift under the blankets. “Let’s hear it then. And you’d better wow me.” You affectionately boop his nose. “I won’t be held responsible for your self-esteem if you bore me to sleep.”

Your bounty hunter sighs before tucking an arm behind his head. He’s quiet for a moment as he mulls over his words. But you don’t make any move to antagonize him further. If he was in the mood to share then who were you to stop him?

“I…had a dog named Bacon growing up.” He muses before clearing his throat. “It, uh, kinda looked like a cross between a Bernese Mountain Dog and Beethoven.”

“The composer or St. Bernard?” You tease, lightly poking him the ribs.

“St. Bernard. Forgot the name ‘til just now.”

“Well, that must have been interesting. Never heard of that mix before.” You tell him truthfully, suddenly confused when you feel him tense beneath you.

“He was three hundred pounds with a white lightning bolt that streaked across his left hip.”

Now, that part of his admission gives you serious pause. You pull back, cocking your head to the side as you wait for him to continue.

“Sometimes he talked. Fella had the coolest British accent.” Ari stares up at the ceiling, his eyes glazing over as he watches the fan overhead go round and round. “Although he didn’t eat much considering his size.”

“Ari…” What in the ever loving canine capers was he talking about?

“It’s funny…” He chuckles, his big body vibrating with mirth. “Because his favorite foods were chocolate cake, brussel sprouts, and green peas. Now, I love the first one but can’t rightfully stand the other two. And I know they say about dogs and chocolate…”

“...Makes them sick.” You mumble, wondering where he was headed with this bizarre fever dream of a recollection.

“But Bacon loved it.” He continues, almost as if you hadn’t spoken. “He and I went on so many amazing adventures. Best imaginary dog a boy could ever have.”

“I’m sorry.” You wheeze as you let out the puff of air you’d been holding without realizing it. “What?”

“He wasn’t real, Bird. But he was the closest thing I ever got to an imaginary friend. Or a pet for that matter.” Ari flashes you a toothy grin. “Ma didn’t mind too much because it meant I stopped pestering her about adopting every stray mutt we saw wandering down the side of the road.”

“But you said…wait…” You felt like you were about to short circuit.

“Baby.” Your man’s face is serious as he leans over to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing the apple of your cheek. “Dogs don’t talk. I mean, not with words anyway. And definitely not with British accents. Be sure to make that note when you’re writing about this in your diary tonight.”

“Oh, screw you!” A laugh bursts from his chest when you push him away. The smug bastard clearly thought he was funny. “For your information, I thought you might’ve suffered some kind psychotic break. Asshole.” Balling up your fist, you land a solid blow to his kidney.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.” Ari coos once his laughter finally fades. “We moved around a lot when I was a kid. Me, my Ma, and my two sisters. Never stayed in one place for too long. Things tended to get pretty lonely at times, so I made up Bacon to cope.”

His voice dips as he moves closer so that he can rest his forehead against yours. “I haven’t spoken to anyone about my buddy, B, in damn near twenty years, save for you. Is that okay?”

And just like that you can practically feel your heart melting.

You swallow thickly as you break away, giving yourself time to respond. “It is. Thank you for sharing with me.” Ari gives you a cursory nod which also signals that it’s now your turn. Great.

“I…might’ve been a bit of a firebug growing up.” A shiver courses through you, which is odd considering the fact that you’re not the least bit cold. “Something about the way the flames danced and all that.”

“Is that right?” His tone lets you know that he’s intrigued.

“Yep.” The word flops out of your mouth. “God, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this. You might arrest me.” You cover your face with your hands before peeking at him from between your fingers. “Can I please have a minute to google the statute of limitations for the State of Texas?”

The lawman’s unexpected snort has you giggling. “From here on out, anything you share with me while I’ve got you naked in my bed will be considered off the record.”

“Okay, well – wait.” You cast him a suspicious glance, your face still partially obscured. “You promise?”

Grinning, Ari surprises you by holding up his hand and offering you his pinky finger. “I have a five-year-old niece who assures me these kinds of agreements are legally binding.”

“Alright.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you find yourself reaching out to wrap your corresponding digit around his. “But just to be safe, let me see you cross your heart.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gives a rueful shake of his head before complying. “But I draw the line at sticking a needle in my eye.”

“Duly noted.” Needing to stretch your languid muscles, you decide to take a second to arch your back, revealing bare breasts to Ari’s gaze. And while he doesn’t say anything, you can’t help but notice how his wandering fingers appear all too eager to pull it down even further until it’s draped across your hips.

“I’m still listening.” Ari assures you even as his pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Just didn’t want you to overheat.”

“How thoughtful of you.” You respond, rolling your eyes. Thankfully, he doesn’t appear to notice since he’s too busy tracing abstract designs along your pouting nipples. “Shall I continue?”

“Please do.” He rasps as his pupils dilate with desire.

“As I was saying, I used to be a bit of a firebug. And I…” You’re forced to bat his hands away so that you can attempt to concentrate on your story. “Well, one time a couple of us kids got our hands on some industrial grade firecrackers. The “good shit” as they say. This boy - Curtis – he bought ‘em from his cousin, Rudy. He claimed they fell off a truck on its way to Dallas.”

“Curtis. Rudy. Dallas. Got it.” A stubborn Ari goes back to toying with your breast. “Feel free to keep going.”

“I mean it, Ari. These weren’t just any ordinary firecrackers we’re talking about.” Your eyes go big as the memory overtakes you. “These were special. The name on the box read The Devil’s Anus.”

Ari whistles low, the unusually graphic name briefly jolting him out of his reverie. “Well, that certainly paints an image.”

“Uh huh. I can still see that box like it happened yesterday. And for all the trouble it caused, it definitely was a product of Satan. Anyway, me and some of the neighborhood kids thought it would be a good idea to sneak out in the middle of night to set ‘em off. So we rode our bikes to this field on the outskirts of town to put on a little show. Mind you, this was right after the Fourth of July.”

“Mmhm.” Now his fingers have moved to fiddle with the edge of the sheet. Knowing him, he was probably seconds from kicking it off the bed. He didn’t like keeping your naked body hidden for too long.

“Ari, would you quit it?” Again you try to fend him off, and again it does almost nothing. “Anyway, I always carried matches with me for moments like that. And so we start lettin’ ‘em fly one by one. And it was flippin’ awesome, you hear me? But they were also really, really loud too.”

“Suppose I’ll have to take your word for it, my little pyro.”

“Well, none of us had really accounted for the noise. And not only that, but those things shoot far. One went rogue and we ended up losing sight of it behind this abandoned barn across the clearing and…” A loaded sigh escapes your lips. “The next thing we knew, the whole thing went up in flames.”

“Holy shit.” Ari blinks, now fully invested in your tale one more. “What’d you do?”

“It all happened so fast. We turned tail and raced back to town. Peddled our bikes home as fast as we could, ducking in the bushes whenever the police or the fire department whizzed by. God, I was terrified. I mean, thankfully they were able to extinguish the fire before it did too much damage but…” You trail off, allowing your bounty hunter to fill in the blanks for himself.

“I’m, uh…I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that the perpetrators were never apprehended?” Ari quirks one tawny brow as he watches your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip.

“Correct. And I prayed every night for three months straight, hoping against hope that it would stay that way. God did his part and in exchange for His grace, I never touched another match ever again. To this day, I even get nervous lighting the occasional candle.”

Finished, you give into the temptation to bury your face in his chest while you wait for him to say something – anything – about your revelation. You’d never told a soul about what happened that night. You and your little crew had sworn to go to your graves with the knowledge you’d almost started what could’ve easily turned into a pretty devastating fire.

People went to jail for that shit.

“Say something already.” You eventually whine, hating the sound of silence the longer it lasts. “Please, Beast.”

“It’s just…” You feel a hand come to rest on your lower back. “After all this time, it’s just wild to know I’ve been sleeping with a fugitive from justice.”

Your head snaps up as you watch him snicker, your eyes narrowing into menacing slits. “You had better not breathe a word of this to anyone or I will end you.” You grip his face, squishing it between your fingers. “Just because we’re a couple hundred miles out from the ocean doesn’t mean you won’t find yourself at the bottom of it. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” He confirms through pursed lips.

“Thank you.” Comes your demure reply, which has you sounding every inch the southern belle. And then you release him, all the while struggling not to react at the way he dramatically wiggles his jaw.

“Never been more turned on in my life.” Ari growls as he palms his growing erection through the thin sheet. “I’m not usually the type to get my rocks off at the threat of bodily harm but…I just might have to let you tie me up one of these days.”

Immediately your eyes light up at the prospect of your bounty hunter finally letting you be in charge. Your gaze flits towards the direction of his pants, wondering if he maybe had his cuffs stuffed in one of his back pockets.

You knew without a doubt that you could have a lot of fun with those shiny metal restraints he seemed to cherish so much.

“That was a maybe.” The man at your side is quick to amend. “So don’t you go getting any ideas just yet.” His imperious tone has you pouting before he’s even finished his sentence.

“Hmph.” You cross your arms over your chest, purposely pushing up your breasts. “Then I guess I’m done sharing.”

“Aww, c’mon now, Duchess. Don’t go cold on me.” Ari nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his freshly trimmed beard tickling the skin along your pulse point.

“Nope. I’m done and – ooh!” You cry out when he repositions himself so that he can pull one of your nipples into his mouth, his warm tongue expertly swirling over the pebbled tip. He sucks hard, moaning against your flesh.

“But I’ve still got lots more secrets to tell.” He purrs, his hand creeping between your bodies in search of something a little more…delicate. His favorite part of you that he claimed was always so soft and sweet.

“Well, I suppose that’s just t–too bad.” You croak out when his skilled fingers make contact with your slippery folds, causing your hips to arch. “I’m not interested.”

“Liar.” Ari teases, shifting his big body so that he can focus on your sensitive clit. “I’ve never let a woman tie me up before. So maybe give me a little time to warm up to the prospect of restraints. It might even help if you let me do the honors first, hm?”

“Then go get them.” You hiss, nipping at his jaw.

“When I’m good and damned ready.” He snarls back before slanting his mouth over yours, his tongue sweeping its way past your lips to duel with your own. “Fucking brat.” Ari takes his time exploring every inch, every corner. And when he feels your body go lax in submission, he knows he finally has you exactly where he wants you.

Or so he thinks anyway.

“So what if I am?” You cup his face with your hands, drawing him even closer so that he’s on top of you. Not wanting to be without him for even a second longer. “You like it.” You allow your teeth to graze over his plump bottom lip. Once. Twice. Sucking it into your mouth before releasing it with a slight pop.

“Maybe I do.” This time his growl rumbles deep in his chest. “But if I ever hear about you playing with firecrackers again, I promise to light your ass up somethin’ pretty.”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first.” Of its own accord, your hand comes down on Ari’s muscled butt with a resounding smack.

“Did you just…spank me?” He asks, surprise evident in his tone.

Oops.

“I did. And I’ll even let you in on a little secret while I’m at it.” You confirm without even a hint of remorse as you reach out to stroke the pads of your fingers along the veined edge of his impressive cock, loving the way he responds to your touch. “I’m probably gonna do it again.”

You offer him an impish grin, which he eagerly returns. “Try it and I’ll see to it that my handprint is permanently tattooed on that sexy ass of yours.”

“But what if I’m still a little tender from earlier?” You try, delighting in the way your gruff bounty hunter switches from faux indignation to genuine concern in less than a heartbeat.

“Are you?” His nostrils flare as he waits for your answer while his big hands skim their way down your body, checking you over. Looking for any sign that you might need more time before going another round.

“Not really.” You tell him as you guide him back down to your weeping pussy. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do. See if you’d be okay with taking it easy if that’s what I needed from you.” Your gaze locks with his at that moment, your eyes searching his cerulean depths for any sign of irritation or annoyance – of which you find none.

“You wanna know a secret, my fierce little Bird?” Ari murmurs, his lips brushing along the shell of your ear. “Let me know when you’re ready.” You shudder when you feel his sharp teeth gently nibble your delicate lobe.

“I’m ready.” You respond, sounding more than a little breathless. But even so, your hands find their way to the globes of his ass once again, squeezing in warning.

“I can’t wait for the day when I finally see you wearing nothing but my cuffs. And then I’ll show you just how good it can feel to give yourself to me. But I can sense that we’re not quite there yet, you and I, so – hush and let me finish please.” He pins you with a knowing look when you open your mouth to interrupt. It falls shut without a word. And then Ari moves to straddle your waist before pinning your arms above your head.

“So we’re gonna give it a little more time. Time for me to prove to you that I’m the man you need every day of the goddamned week.” He leans down to capture your lips in a brief, but meaningful kiss. Leaving you stunned.

“But that’s not my secret. At least not really. The real secret is that ever since I laid eyes on you, I've spent almost every damn day whistling love songs like an idiot. Now, I’m gonna be honest. I hated it at first. Because in my experience, it’s kinda difficult to feel like you’re the biggest, baddest motherfucker walking around on two legs if you’re too busy humming "Just My Imagination" under your breath to remember to glare when it's appropriate.”

“I’m so sorry. But for what it’s worth…” You shimmy in his hold, loving the hungry look that swiftly flits across his handsome features. “Assuming that I’m allowed to speak now, that is.”

“Be my guest, brat.”

“For what it’s worth…I might have a whole playlist dedicated to your overbearing ass.” You feel your cheeks heat. But you’re not embarrassed by your admission. If Ari could be vulnerable, then perhaps you could too. “One that I may or may not listen to on my way to and from the shop every day.”

Ari swallows the lump in throat, his entire body momentarily overcome with emotion. You really have no idea how happy you just made him.

“You still thinking about flying away on me, Bird?” He asks, shifting his grip on your wrists so that grab a hold of your chin.

“Falling for you is more like it.” Your spoken secret comes out barely above a whisper. “But don’t let that go to your head or anything.”

Because you still weren’t quite sure if you were prepared to survive the landing. Only time would tell.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” He smiles down at you, his eyes brimming with affection. “But…if you ever feel yourself falling too fast…can you at least promise to let me catch you?”

A beat goes by before you hold up your pinky finger, which he readily locks with his own. It makes your heart melt all over again.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Beast.”

Famous last words. If only you’d known what Fate had in store for you, then perhaps you would’ve made a promise that was easier to keep. Because you’d never been the type to gamble on anything or anyone. Not men. Not love. Because you’d already learned the hard way that that kind of shit was never a sure thing. But heartbreak…

Now that one always seemed to be waiting for you just around the corner no matter where you looked. And deep down, you were convinced that it was only a matter of time before it found you again.

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10,19 or 30 teacher!au 🥺 ps We’ve missed you!

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omg hi, my love!!! I've missed YOU! very good choices, by the way, so I decided to include them all lol. I hope this is okay, I'm still a little rusty with writing, but I had fun writing this nonetheless :)

10- “You're so warm, and it turns me on so much”

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

30- being ate out so good they can't stop the lewd noises coming from their mouth.

18+ below the cut please!! includes female receiving oral and general smut. 1.4k ish <3

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The sun pours in the bedroom window, streaks of sunlight falling over the duvet and illuminating your face, the soft glow of the light heating your cheeks. You can't remember a time you've felt this good before, curled up with Matty under his thick duvet, buried under the layers to avoid the harsh chill of the concrete bunker.

You can feel Matty pressed against you, his chest against your bare back. His skin is that perfect level of warmth that makes your head spin.

You can feel his curls brushing the back of your neck as he wakes up, moving his head down to start pressing kisses to your neck.

“Mmm, morning baby,” he mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

You feel his hips press forward as he instinctively moves his body closer to yours, and soon, the unmistakable shape of his hard dick is pressed against your ass. He didn't mean it suggestively, his caveman brain just though "get closer to girlfriend," but, the combination of feeling how warm he was against you, his scratchy morning voice, and the feeling of his erection pressing into you were already riling you up.

so you start plotting.

You know Annie is at a sleepover, and you don't have to pick her up until 12. Quickly, you flick your eyes open and read the numbers on Matty’s digital clock. 09:00 blinks back at you.

more than enough time for a morning quickie.

Your lips work against each other, desperately pressing and pulling. Matty nips at your bottom lip, smirking at your needy whimpers. Your hips have a mind of their own, grinding against Matty’s, pulling more moans from the two of you. you can feeling him growing harder with each circle of your hips, and you can't deny the feeling of power it gives you.

You flip over in bed, and before Matty can process your movements, your mouth is pressed against his. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

He can't help but giggle at your immediate horniness, which gives you the perfect opportunity to press your tongue into his mouth, licking in his mouth in a way that steals any laughter Matty had in his chest and replaces it with needy groans.

as if he can sense your ego growing, Matty soon moves his knee between your thighs, pulling away and watching your jaw drop as his thigh touches your overheated core. All he can see is the whites of your eyes as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips moving needily against his bare leg.

every movement is intoxicating, bulding up the inate need you have for him every second. You can feel the slick from your inner thighs spreading over his hot skin, just warm enough to have you sighing happily and throwing your head back, “fuck.”

A pink flush covers your chest, spreading up and colouring your cheeks, a ruby-woo red that has Matty itching to kiss every inch of your skin. The throb between your thighs was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and love filled the room and it made your head fuzzy.

“What's got you so worked up, hmm? Dreaming of me?” Matty teases, moving his head down to your neck. Soon enough, his lips are travelling over your chest and neck, sucking meanly and then kissing each spot better.

You don't answer for a few seconds, too distracted by the feeling of matty against you, but a short nip on the junction of your neck and shoulder brings you back to earth a little.

You shake your head as much as you can as Matty assaults your neck with hickies, “no, it's just-” you sigh breathily, trying to force the words stuck in your chest.

"You're so warm, and it turns me on so much,” you just manage to get out. Almost cutting yourself off with a moan as matty sucks a dark purple mark just behind your ear.

Matty pulls himself out from your neck, the same pretty pink of your cheeks covered his, and his curls were sticking on end from your hands desperately carding through them. You can see the glow of his skin in the gentle light of the sun, and all you want to do is trace every freckle on his skin with the tip of your tongue. but before you can he's dipping below the duvet and finding his place between your thighs (his favourite place, if hes honest).

You pull the blanket back to see Matty’s face, he leans his head on your thigh, looking up at you with blissed-out eyes. His once brown irises are almost black, blown out with lust.

“Yeah? You get turned on by me baby? Fuck, you're so hot. Lemme eat you out, make you feel good.” he asks, smirking at your reaction.

His calloused fingertips dip below the poor excuse for shorts you're wearing, pulling them down as fast as he can manage. The fabric once touching your skin is quickly replaced by his lips, moving over every inch of you, except the place you need him most.

Your head suddenly doesn't feel attached to your neck, but still, you manage a slack nod. A gasp falls from your chest as soon as you feel his overheated lips pressing kisses up your thighs.

Matty's fingers slide up your hips. When he reaches your waist, his thumbs press meanly into your skin, swirling and teasing you with every touch.

“Mattyyyy,” you whine, drawing out his name in an attempt to convince him to put his mouth on you.

“Patience baby, why don't you hold my hand if you're so desperate for me? Good things come to girls who wait, you know,” Matty teases, moving one hand from your waist up to grip your own, your fingers sliding together and interlocking easily.

You squeeze his hands 3 times, a signal you two had created to say “I love you” without actually saying it. Matty continues his movements on your skin, but you still feel the same 3 squeezes back. Your eyes flick down to his, and you can see the love swimming in his eyes.

Thankfully, Matty soon gives you mercy, licking a flat stripe up your core and moaning at the musky taste of you overtaking his senses. He starts to eat you out like a man starved. Not giving you a moments ready before fucking you with his tongue, and smirking at the broken gasp that is ripped from your chest. You can’t help but squirm at the feeling, goosebumps erupting over your body.

He continues leaves you no time to breathe, using the hand thats unoccupied to slide down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Lewd noises fall from your lips, every movement from Matty pulls more whimpers and whines out of you, each one more desperate than the last.

You feel an electric current running through you, and as Matty drags his eyes up to meet yours and you feel like you've been shocked. You can see a mixture of your slick and his saliva on his chin, the filthy smirk covering his lips as his tongue works against you.

much to your dismay, his fingers slide down from your clit just as you were about to cum. A disgruntled whine falls from your lips, but it's soon replaced by a shuddering gasp as Matty slides the very same fingers inside you, stretching you out with two of his digits.

You feel him move his head up, but shifting your head from being thrown back feels like a herculean task right now. However, before you can even try to move, you're gasping and jolting your head up, looking down at Matty as he sucks your clit. He smiles as he starts teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking bundle of nerves harshly.

The hand holding Matty’s tightens and has a vice-like grip. Your eyes shoot open, and your jaw slack as every centimetre of his fingers enter you, finding places you couldn't dream of.

He curls his fingers cruelly, pumping them mercilessly, watching in awe as you writhe and moan above him. The heat spreading under your skin was becoming unbearable, the rubber band inside you being pulled tighter and tighter with every move Matty made.

Eventually Matty pulls away, resting his face on your shaking thigh as aftershocks rattle through you, the bottom half of his face is wet, and a sly smirk covers his cheeks.

You can't bare holding on any longer at the feeling, and you fall apart under him. Your hand gripping his becomes inexplicably tighter, and you're sure it's hurting like a bitch for Matty, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care right now.

Your hips move desperately against his face, grinding and circling as pleasure rattles through you. matty keeps working your clit and thrusting his fingers inside of you, studying the way you cry and crumble at his movements.

“Good morning,” he says cheekily, pecking your thigh as you giggle above him.

“Definitely a good morning, fucking hell,” you say breathlessly, closing your eyes in bliss as Matty sits between your thighs, looking up at you with enough love to make anyone completely lovesick.

#this is; bad.#but its DONE #so WHATEVER #im sorryyyyy #rusty at writing and still i said “no lets write lots of smut”#bro WHY #🦑 anon #anon!#teacher au!#matty healy smut

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Too Heavy | J.T.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Request: @just-lost-inbetween-worlds : Can I get Jason Todd (doesn’t matter which version) with the prompts: bloodied knuckles, wiping the others tears away, as well as crying into their chest. Maybe bloodied knuckles bcs of punching something in a mental breakdown and then the rest happens. Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompts

Summary: Sometimes things get a little too heavy for Jason

Warnings: Angst, blood, mentions of death, mental breakdown, hurt/comfort

Words: 2,802

A/n: I was listening to a lot of Too Heavy by The Plot In You while I wrote this so here we are lol If you wanna be added to my tag list, click the link below, send me an ask, or comment!! You can also follow my library blog @peteprkerlibrary !! If you like this, please reblog it and/or talk to me about it!!

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Everyone has bad days. They come and they go. It gets better. It always gets better. But for Jason, his bad days are sometimes so rough and harsh, the world collapses from under him. He falls through the cracks into a black abyss, surrounded by every failure he’s ever had. He falls and falls and falls until he finally hits the bottom and the wind is sucked from his lungs in a hard smack. Leaving him alone in the pitch black coldness. Today is one of those days.

He’s just gotten back from patrol and he was quiet not to wake you. He walks steadily to the bathroom but his thoughts are circling the drain. Every step he takes is like twenty pounds added to his ankles and another thought joins the damned ride. Jason’s chest grows heavy as he finally reaches the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

The worst nights of patrol involve kids and tonight did. It’s always the most innocent of people that get to him. Most nights, he can handle it because it’s part of the job. It’s one of the reasons he puts the helmet on every night. But tonight is different. Tonight is different because it didn’t have the hopeful ending it should have and it’s not fucking fair.

Jason’s hands grip the bathroom counter so hard he thinks he might shatter it in his palms. He almost hopes he does. He looks at himself in the mirror, his back slightly hunched over and he looks hollow. A discarded shell of who he should have been. And he can’t stand it. His head spins while his eyes slam shut and his grip tightens harder against the cool stone.

His chest starts to heave as his breathing quickens. His chest grows heavy and he wants to start ripping out every single one of his organs in hopes it’ll lift some of the weight. The heaviness is suffocating and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think this would be his end.

But he knows better.

And this is the never-ending hell he’s trapped in while the inability to save the kids tonight triggers memories to flood back like overflowing rivers in a flash flood.

There’s the echo of metal on concrete seeping into his blood stream and that menacing laugh that never should be called a laugh beats against his eardrum. The feeling of the panic he felt that day wraps him in a cruel and painful hug as if to be living off of his inability to breathe properly. Images of the Joker and the look on his mom’s face flash across his eyes and he can’t take the heaviness of it all anymore.

The grief he suffers with is nearly paralyzing and it is agonizing. They say grief gets better but when is it that supposed to happen? Because it’s been years and he can’t breathe and he wants to rip his lungs out of his chest just to feel anything other than this. He was just a kid.

Jason was a just a kid.

Tears burn his eyes, one slipping by and sliding down his cheek and he grits his teeth so hard they nearly shatter under the pressure. All he wants is for it all to stop for even a second. He wants one damn second of relief.

He looks up at his own reflection once more and he can see some bruising from last week and he hates it. The white streak in his hair almost seems whiter in the light of the bathroom and he hates it. He hates it. He hates it and he can’t do it. He punches the mirror in a quick motion, just once and it shatters into the sink and over the counter.

“Fuck.” Jason groans because he knows it was loud and he can’t stop the tears now. They’re drenching his face and his breathing is racing, quivering.

Blood spills into the sink as Jason hovers his shaking hand over it. Not a single part of him even cares or pays the stinging any mind. All he can do is try his best to breathe and shake his thoughts away but nothing works. They’re still there. Flashing across his eyes like lightning in the middle of a raging storm.

His legs start to feel weak as if he’s just gotten done running for miles on end. It’s getting harder to stand the more he tries to fight his own breath and thoughts. His head spins and he his stomach turns and twists into gnawing nausea. And he can’t even be bothered to stand anymore because that is just getting too damn hard too. His own body is growing too heavy with every passing thought and he swears that’s some sort of cruel joke.

Jason sits on the floor against the counter, hanging his head and pulling his knees up to his chest. Tears fall down his cheeks and he tries to fight them off with every thought he has but nothing works. They fall anyway, staining his cheeks in a wet mess.

“Jason?” You call from outside the door.

The shattering of glass woke you up and for a few seconds, you thought someone had actually broken in. And you were nearly frozen, stuck thinking if you had a weapon of any sort in the bedroom you could use. But then those seconds faded and you didn’t hear footsteps or shuffling through the apartment. You didn’t hear anything and when you checked the time to see it was after three, you knew.

“Jay?” You call again, knocking on the door gently when he doesn’t answer.

Your groggy voice breaks his heart. He never meant to wake you up.

Jason slides his hands over his face and clears his throat. “Go back to bed, sweetheart.” Jason tries to stabilize his voice but you can hear the weakness and quiver. He’s mastered the art of hiding pain but not disguising the pain of crying.

Taking the knob in your hand, you twist it slowly, gently pushing the door open. You spot Jason still in his Red Hood gear, minus the helmet, sitting on the floor with drops of blood on the floor. He keeps his head hung and his forearms on his knees. You spot blood on his knuckle with open wounds before you see the broken mirror and your heart just breaks for him.

You step in slowly and cautiously as if moving too quickly will make him dissolve right into the floor. “Hey,” You crouch down beside him, tilting your head to try and get a look at his face that’s covered by his messy hair. “What happened, Jay?”

“I’m fine.” Jason forces the words from the back of his throat and he hates how weak they sound.

You don’t like the answer because anyone who’s fine doesn’t break a mirror. Anyone who’s fine doesn’t sit on the bathroom floor at three in the morning with bloody knuckles crying. He’s not fine but Jason has never been very good at admitting to anyone when he’s not. He’d rather drown than ask for a life preserver.

You move in front of him, sitting on your knees. You reach out cautiously, putting your hands on his wet cheeks. Jason’s eyes shut down hard with your touch and you’re so gentle with him. Why? What’s he done to deserve it?

You pick his head up softly and Jason lets you. His eyes are bloodshot as he looks at you. His pretty blue eyes are now a haunting shade of navy, like the sky over the ocean in the middle of hurricane. Why does the world treat him with such cruelty?

“Please, go back to bed.” He nearly begs you because you shouldn’t have to deal with all of his trauma.

It’s not fair for you to lose sleep over him. He swears you shouldn’t and you don’t deserve it. All he wants is to be alone with his grief. If anyone has to suffer what he went through, it has to be him. It can’t involve you. Not you.

But you’re stubborn and that thing in your chest beats endlessly for him.

You can see his chest moving harshly with every breath and he might be Red Hood but he was Jason Todd first. A kid trying to survive the best he could. A kid who just wanted to learn and be a kid. Smart mouth and relentless as hell. But a kid no one looked out for. Red Hood looks out for so many people, but who’s supposed to look out for Jason Todd?

“Please, I’m fine.” Jason voice finally cracks as a tear escapes his bottom lid. “Just go to bed. I’ll be there a minute.”

You move your hands from his cheeks and he thinks, for a second that for once, you might actually listen to him. And he’d be lying if that didn’t hurt, too. But, it’s you and you were never very good at following his instructions even on good days so you move closer to him and stretch out your arms.

“Come here, Jay.” Your voice is soft, etched in worry and love.

He’s reluctant at first because he knows if he does, he’ll lose it entirely. Every piece of him that’s been able to hold in a sob will finally crack and that’ll be it. But he sees the worry in every tired line of your face and you always look so inviting.

“I’m worried about you. Please.” You plead with him, your voice cracking with a mix of tiredness and sadness. And Jason can’t hold it in anymore because you’re worried about him.

Jason moves his legs and moves closer to you, resting his head against your chest because at his point, it’s all too heavy for him to even try for a proper hug. And folding into you seems a hell of a lot easier for everyone. You wrap one arm around his side and rest your other hand in his hair. And just like he breaks.

A sob rips through his throat, echoing through the bathroom and you have to swallow the lump that forms in your throat. He shakes against you, sliding his hands to your back and holding onto your shirt. His grip is tight as if he’s stuck between thinking you’ll disappear if he lets go or that he’ll disappear if he does. Your hand runs through his hair and you try to console him, knowing there isn’t much that can help at this point. But you try by playing with his hair and whispering softly to him despite your own heart aching and breaking for him.

Tears brim your own eyes as you hold him against you. If you could, you would claw out your own heart and replace his with yours. Maybe that would help some of his agony. Maybe that would make his pain a little more tolerable. Maybe if you could swap out your hearts, you could take some of his pain away. You’d do it if it meant he wouldn’t suffer so much.

Minutes tick by and his breathing is still harsh against you but the sobs have slowed. His grip is still iron-tight on your shirt and all Jason wants is for the world to stop spinning. He wants the aching in his chest to stop and he wants everything around him to stop feeling so damn heavy.

You pick his head up, cupping his cheeks in both hands again. His cheeks are tear stained and you swear you’ve never seen him look so broken before. Your thumb awipe over his cheeks, brushing the tears away gently.

Jason nearly shudders with the action.

“It’s okay, Jay.” You assure him and your voice is strained as if begging him to believe you.

“It’s fucking not.” He sputters, his brows pulling together and you can see him clench his jaw. “It’s all shit and those kids deserved fucking better.” His breath is hot, boiling on your skin as he seethes. And you know what lead him here tonight.

He told you. Right to your face he told you he died. He left out the gory details of it all for your own sake but you know he was just a kid. And you know why he was there and about the Joker. He was just a kid.

“Kids?” You questions and you know Jason always has a bad night when it involves kids.

“Forget it.” He lets out a scoff because he doesn’t want to talk about it. You don’t need to know the details.

“Hey, no.” You shake your head, eyes scanning over his face as your brows pull together. “I’ll listen all night, okay? I won’t ask anything if you don’t want me to, okay? You can talk or not. But, you’re gonna be okay.” Your eyes lock with his and he wants to believe you.

But he also knows he’ll back here again. He always comes back here. Haunted. The ghost of who he was then and the ghost of who he should have been follow him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to shake them as much as he wants to.

He places his hands over yours and you can’t help but notice how big his hands are whenever he does this. “Just so damn sick of it.” His voice is rough and exhausted.

“I know.” You nod with understanding.

You’ll never be able to understand how he feels or what he goes through but you try. And you see it across his face. You see it in the way he turns in his sleep, when he actually gets sleep. You see it in the way he’s always observing everything around him, always on guard. And you can see it in the way he is with his weapons, there’s always at least two weapons on him at any given moment. As much as you want to understand exactly what goes on inside of his head, you won’t but you can see it. So, you try your best to help and just be there in capacity he’ll let you.

“Why don’t we get you in the shower? I’ll wash your hair, clean up your hand, and we can get into bed? I’ll rub your back and you can tell me what happened if you want. Or I can read to you until you fall asleep.”

He’s almost always reluctant when it’s been bad. He never thinks he deserves the kindness and care you offer to him. On good days, he can accept it. It’s something he struggles with still because no one ever been so kind and careful with him before. So, it’s hard but on good days, he finds it easier to accept. But on bad days, like these, he’s reluctant because if he can’t see the good himself, why should anyone else? But he looks at your eyes that glossy with worry and you give him this look that makes him feel like he’s been put under a microscope. And you would do anything for him.

“Thanks.” He mutters, taking your hands away from his face. “I got it.”

“I know.” You nod your head. “I want to.” You smile gently at him, tilting your head slightly to the right. “You’re not alone, ya know?” You assure him because you think it must be lonely dealing with everything he goes through. “I got you.”

He knows. As hard as it is for him to accept the care and kindness you offer him, he knows because he notices everything. He notices how he always wakes up with a blanket on him when he falls asleep on the couch and the way you always have his favorite protein bars on hand even though you don’t like them. You’re the one missing sleep when you have work in the morning to sit on the bathroom floor with him. It’s hard to accept sometimes and he gets in his own head about it sometimes, but at the end of the night, he has you.

And you’ve always had a way of lifting some of that weight for him, maybe without even trying.

“Okay.” Jason finally agrees, still a hint of reluctance in his voice.

You get to your feet and offer him your hand.

He almost chuckles because you can’t actually help him from the floor. But he takes your hand in his anyway, getting to his feet. You look up to him with gentle eyes before closing the distance between the two of you and wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can.

It takes a few seconds before you feel Jason relax under your hug and his arms come around your waist. His chin lays on the top of your head and he feels like he can breathe a little better now.

When things get a little too heavy, at least he has you to help lift some of the weight.

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#jason todd x reader #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood fanfiction #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic #dcu fanfiction #dcu fanfic #jason todd one shot #badthingshappenbingo

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moony-ghoul · 7 months

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ghoul hair hcs

dew: his hair was naturally a cool almost white blonde when he was a water ghoul, after his transformation his hair become auburn. he bleaches it still to a platinum blonde, he doesn’t feel like himself when he’s ginger. despite the bleaching he keeps his hair very healthy having a whole ass weekly schedule just dedicated to his hair, it’s long and just reaches his waist. for body hair he’s not very hairy as is but he still shaves everything for sensory reasons, sometimes he’ll let his pubes/ happy trail grow but even then it’s very light and grows very slow

rain: rains hair is thick and dark, there’s a slight curl to it, he has a shaggy kinda wolfcut that just reaches his collarbones. he likes to keep a bit of stubble on his face (mainly cause dew likes it). he cannot grow leg hair (water ghoul thing), he keeps the rest of himself trimmed and proper but even then it doesn’t make much of a difference because of how thick all his hair is, he’s got a perfect line down the middle of his torso reaching a nice splatter of hair on his chest, he keeps a nice bush going

phantom: PHANTOM FUZZYYY. cause of their vitiligo their hair grows black and white depending on the colour of the skin underneath. they have very shaggy hair it’s short but has no particular style to it, it’s so thick that it just kinda stands up on its own and ant has learnt to not fight it, most of the hair of their head is black except for a large streak near their face that’s white. that white streak from their face goes down across their eye leaving them with a white eyebrow. they cannot grow facial hair. because the colour of their hair matches the colour of their skin they look like they’re pretty hairless especially when wet but when you get up close you can see this ghoul has a pretty solider layer of fuzz all over their body, it gets thicker in the winter but also means they shed in the summer, they never shave it’s too much of a hassle which means they have a thick bush

swiss: swiss is fuckin HAIRY. dense dark curly hair from his collar bones to his dick, a well trimmed but thick beard, long dreads reaching midway down his back. if he had his way he’d let it all grow forever without a care in the world but he has a small fire ghoul wife who has built him a perfect routine for caring for his intense hair, making sure his beard is trimmed and neat and his body hair is still soft and clean. after about a month of dew bullying him into a self care routine he actually really started to enjoy it, he loves feeling good and knowing he looks and smells good for his partners

mount: he has very thin hair and it’s very light. he’s ginger. the only hair that isn’t thin is the hair on his head which is long w a slight wave, resembles a lions mane when he wakes up. he does not shave at all so he has full bush leading up to a pretty lil happy trail, he’s got a lil chest hair (it kinda looks like a big heart in the centre of his chest) but his legs are hella hairy it’s almost fur, he also has the same on his arms. it’s all a lot of hair but very thin hair so you don’t get the full picture until it’s wet and sticking to him (when he sweaty). in summer when he’s tan it’s less visible but he’s the same as ant where he’ll grow a winter coat in a way

cirrus: my girl is the hairiest out of everyone. she doesn’t shave at all and is covered in thick dark hair. she has like a long mullet, she takes great care of all her hair so it’s beautiful silky shiny. she doesn’t have a whole lot of chest hair but her tummy and bush are hella fuzzy. she has a double slit in her eyebrow that came from a scar (thanks dew). the hair on her arms and legs contour her muscles so perfectly and it makes everyone fuckin drool

cumulus: cumulus is so particular about her hair, her and dew write out their hair care schedules together, they have completely different hair textures but they just like having someone to talk to about it. her hair is white and big and curly (3b to be specific) it looks like a cloud. she only shaves her pits but the rest of her hair is so light she doesn’t see a point in shaving it, sometimes she’ll shave her legs just cause she likes the feeling of being all smooth and on occasion she’ll trim up her pubes. much like some ppl say “don’t talk to me before i’ve had my coffee” lus will say “don’t talk to me until i’ve done my hair”

aurora: rory is a hair dye girly, her natural colour is a pastel pink but she loves changing it up every few weeks, dew taught her how to bleach her hair and take care of it after and she hasn’t looked back since. her favourites are pastel colours. she has a ramona flowers type cut with a bob but longer in the front, sometimes she’ll let it grow out for a few months but she doesn’t like the feeling of hair on her shoulders. she likes to keep the rest of her body fairly hairless, she keeps her lil happy trail tho and shaves her pubes into a heart.

#ghoul hcs #dew is the dens hairdresser essentially #if anyone has a problem w their hair they go to dew

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 7 months

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12. "Close your eyes." for the gentle prompt please

Distress.

Set early season 7.

She knew all too well that the nights would be the worst part. When it was dark and still and quiet; that's when the depth of his trauma would reveal itself.

He'd spend his nights tossing and turning as he fought the demons of his mind, the flashes of repressed memories that he couldn't quite decipher.

Don't wake me, he had requested after that very first night. I need to remember.

She had tried to respect his wishes, tried to leave him be so that he could work through whatever it was his subconscious was trying to tell him; but his pained whimpers and quiet cries were too much for her to ignore.

Not even the darkness of the night could hide the anguish that had embedded itself deep in the furrow of his brow, the tight line of his lips.

"Rick," she whispered, flattened her palm against his cheek. His skin was warm, slick with sweat. "Rick," she repeated just a little bit louder.

"No," he murmured, turning his face away from her. His hand found her, wrapped itself tightly around her wrist. "Please, don't hurt her," he pleaded. "Don't hurt- No, Kate!"

She repeated his name once more, her voice firm and loud enough to pull him from his restless sleep.

His eyes shot open and he searched for something familiar - something that would ground him, reinforce reality - until they finally landed on her.

"W-why?" He choked on the question, his throat dry and tight from panic. "I told you not to wake me."

"I'm sorry, Castle. I just-"

"Just what?" he barked angrily, pulling himself into a sitting position and turning away from her ever-so-slightly.

She knew his anger wasn't because of her - he was frustrated, growing more and more desperate with each passing day - but he wasn't the only one who was sleep deprived, wasn't the only one hurting and confused. The all too familiar weight of sorrow sat heavy in her chest and she could feel the slight sting of tears forming in her eyes.

She lowered her head, let the tears fall. "Sorry."

"You just- you don't get it." His voice was softer, apologetic, but his frustration hadn't eased. It never eased. "You don't know what it's like to know that everyone thinks you're a liar, to know that - until I get my memory back and can start to finally figure out what the hell happened to me - there is nothing I can do to change that. I'm sick of pretending I don't see the doubt in everyone's eyes when they talk to me."

"No doubt in my eyes," she reminded him.

Regret coiled in his stomach, stiffened in his shoulders as he turned around to face her again. Moonlight reflected in the pool of tears in her eyes, the streaks of moisture that stained her cheeks.

"That's not-"

That's not what he meant. He knew that she believed him - despite the evidence, despite the many reasons she had to not believe - and he was incredibly grateful for that, for her strength, for her constant support.

He reached out and took her hand in his. "You deserve answers, too."

"I'll get answers," she assured him with a confidence he envied. "We both will. But this isn't the way to get them, Rick. You're torturing yourself and getting nowhere. We need a new plan."

He nodded. She was right; he couldn't keep doing this.

"I don't know what else I can do," he confessed quietly.

Kate leant back against her pillows, tapped her hand to her chest: a silent request he was familiar with. When he shuffled toward her and rested his cheek to her chest, she cradled him closer to her body. One hand traced delicately up and down the arm that draped over her stomach while the other massaged through his hair.

"Just... close your eyes." She pressed her lips to the top of his head, lingered as she inhaled the scent of shampoo from his hair. "Know that I am right here," she whispered. "I'm with you, through all of this."

#castle fanfiction #anon prompt #kate beckett #richard castle #caskett #fanfic #kate beckett x richard castle #my drabbles

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lalunaescll · 23 days

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Favorite girl

note: im so obsessed with Pedro's long hair now

Her favorite place was the lake, sometime when they're staying at the Miller's she would be waking up earlier then everyone just to visit the lake.

One foggy morning, she ran from her bed as fast as possible, stepping on creaky floorboards but she couldn't care less about it, unlocking the sliding glass door and walk to the lake far away from the animals pen.

It was all foggy, yet she could see the beauty of her own reflection on the water. There swans was never there before, just her, and an old tree that never seem to grow taller.

She sat down close to the tree stump, looking back before leaning in gently to make sure there's no ants to bite her. She doesn't seem to care that her white pajamas will be getting any dirt, or her dirty foot.

And usually she would come back to the Miller's ranch when Tommy started to shout her name, or sometimes Tommy would be getting her and giving her a piggyback.

And Joel would be there on the patio, shaking his head and she would smile at him.

But now, everything's different.

They came back to the Miller's ranch safely, as soon as he gets her down she immediately ran away from him, muttering, "good night," not caring if he heard it or not.

She never kissed someone before, he was her first kiss, and he's not supposed to take her's. She's only thirteen, what did she know about first kiss?

It was six am in the morning, she's sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window, with her million yard eyes away and mind locking up.

Is it bad? She asks to herself

Did he like it? She asks to herself

Why did he do that? She asks to herself

Why me? She asks to herself

Will i be okay? She asks to herself.

Her questions end when Tommy put his hand on her cheek, lightly caressing them, "breakfast is ready," i muttered, "you okay, hun?" He asks her, which she answered with a nod.

"I'll eat later," she said, "don't take too long, okay?" he ruffles her hair as he walks away from her room.

she sigh, and before she even moved he heard a footsteps coming towards her room, and she knew it was not Tommy.

"Baby," Joel mumble as he walks towards her, sitting beside her on the edge of her bed. He put his arms around her shoulders, leaning down to nuzzles his nose onto her cheek.

"Let's eat breakfast, i made bacons an' mash potatoes, an' yer favorite sausage," he muttered, his arm moves down to her waist, "let's eat, baby doll."

"We can feed em' animals later," he whispered to her skin.

She remembers how she tried to approach Joel when they first met, Joel was a tough man, scowl on his face, streaks between his eyebrows.

And Tommy was the opposite, he's all smile and easy going person, and she likes him, a lot, Tommy is her favorite.

She remembers when she played with Tommy on the front yard, Joel would be staring at her, hard, like he focus his eyes on her the whole time.

And she started to think that Joel might've hate her, maybe she make mistakes that pisses him off, for whatever reason she doesn't know why Joel does that.

Until one time Joel caught her smaller body on his arms when she almost tripped on the mud, "no more runnin' around," he grunts.

And that one time Joel tagging around with Tommy and her on the family reunion event, Tommy holding her left hand and Joel holding her right hand, maybe he didn't hate her after all.

And she remembers how all the other Miller's and her relatives would be looking at her with stinky eyes, some scary uncle calling her names because she's Tommy and Joel's favorite.

And now she wishes that Joel would be staying away from her, keeping their relationship awkward with just eye contacts.

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal imagine #pedrohub #joel miller the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller smut

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mentallyshattered · 4 months

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This is part 23 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

I have several questions.

1. Why am I here?

2. Where is "here?"

3. When did I wake up?

5. What time is it?

6. How did I get here?

7. Who are they?

There are several other questions, of course, but these are the ones that press most persistently at my mind. Some are easy enough to answer- Grim's my familiar, of course he's here- while others- maybe there aren't any crickets because of the time? They should be active if it's still night- aren't so obvious.

Ah, well. The lane in front of me is long, as is the portion behind me I've absentmindedly walked prior to realizing I'm not somewhere I already know. The atmosphere here doesn't feel aggressive, hostile, or even unwelcoming. It just feels... calm. Strangely, unfamiliarly calm, like I've been here all my life without realizing it. Like a freshwater fish moved to a cleaner, kinder lake.

On my left and right are smoke-lined "screens" with short videos playing, repeating from what I assume to be the start after a second or two of playing. Each "screen" is about my height, hovering slightly above the ground beside the path, but I soon realize I'm taller. The bottom of the screens aligns with my ankles, not my feet, but the tops are still about level with my scalp. About a meter and a half from the side of the walkway is a row of trees with a deep brownish-black I've never seen in nature, much less alongside the pale blue, almond-shaped leaves. In form, some of the trees resemble simple oak, while others split at the base like birch. The variety is undeniable regardless of trunks: some droop like weeping willows; some branch straight up; some don't bother with limbs and just grow their leaves directly off of their bark. The nonpath ground that doesn't have a tree on it is covered in what looks to be clover, flowerless and evidently lacking in the four-leafed variety, favoring five-leafedness as some noticeable portion of the apparent population.

The path itself is a shifting shade of grey, then purple, then blue, and then I hold my head still and stare. Above me is a strange, dark sky, the same shade as right before a thunderstorm, when dark clouds coat the sky and hide the sun. In spite of the color, not one cloud is visible- just a series of small, silvery streaks, some pale blue and most are a very light, shiny grey that appears white against the dark sky. The streaks are scattered like faraway stars; some even form a bizarre sort of image, a constellation of abstract made to resemble a hundred shapes at once. If I look straight up, they resemble a fox, but if I turn a little to my left and peer slightly lower than before, It's an upside-down stag.

What a weird, wonderful world.

In my arms, Grim starts to stir, yawning as he does when he's sleepy. I smile. How cute. His eyes slowly blink open, and he hops out of my arms to stretch like normal, padding over to sit beside me once he's done.

I wait. Logically, he's going to ask where we are soon- but that "soon" never comes. He just sits there, trident tail silently swishing behind him, until he speaks:

"Where're we gonna go?" He says it so casually; I'd think he knows this place if I didn't know any better.

...Do I?

Maybe he knows. Perhaps this is his signature spell. Perhaps it is not. How should I know? All I've been given are strange, vague clues, many of which would seem so out-of-place anywhere else I'd absolutely remember if I've seen them before.

Grim is in front of me now, his paws moving the loose, sandlike material of the path into a tiny trail, documenting his steps. His eyes are staring right at my face, curious and patient. Heh. Never thought I'd call him that, but here we are. Oh, I should ask him.

"Grim, do you know where we are?"

"Sorta," he starts. "I've been here before." He pauses and looks around for a moment before he continues, "Well, here-ish. The path and trees were a different color, and the screen things weren't floating or smokey. The videos were of other things, too, and there were way more sky streak things. Oh, and the sky was darker."

I look around and focus my attention on one of the videos floating on my right. It's of a young child, about eleven if I had to guess, celebrating something with a group of others who appear to be about his age. Just before the loop restarts, a presumably adult figure who's mostly out of sight starts handing out popsicles, starting with the boy in the center of the screen. The kid doesn't ring any bells, but I recognize him regardless- not because he's familiar, but because his familiar is familiar.

Atop the child's head is a very distinct oppossum. The boy must be Korrak. Is this a memory or a dream? I can't be sure.

I reach out to touch it, and all of a sudden I'm in that park, Grim by my side, as a small Korrak kicks a black-and-white soccer ball into a goal made from what I think is PVC piping. The kids cheer, but the other team, a pair of acne-faced young teens, tries to rush the lady keeping score, claiming "offsides." The lady laughs them off, presumably having seen the goal and the fact that the ball didn't touch any of the sides, and tells them to act their age instead of whining.

A chittering Mandible runs to join the cheering children as they toss Korrak into the air- I didn't know they could do that, but I guess little kids are stronger in groups of fifteen- and an adult hands out the "trophies," one for each winner. Korrak clearly isn't the only one with a familiar, as the instant another grown-up reaches to pass Mandible an ice cube with some grapes frozen inside, a small, many-legged clump of colorful fur bolts to her, barking and cooing and chittering and meowing that doesn't seem to be speech so much as just shouting. As the treats are handed out, I see a border collie, a raccon, a cat, and a pigeon quiet down and rest beside their respective winners to rest and eat. The border collie, still not fully grown, jumps onto the lap of a boy with brown hair that reminds me of tree bark, while the raccon runs to a young girl I don't clock as "not a boy" until she undoes her ponytail. The cat, a mostly white shorthair with black paws, an equally dark head, and a tail to match sits on the back of a very pale boy with hair that makes his skin look worse as he lies on his stomach to eat, and the pigeon flies directly into a nearby oak tree, where a small, dark-skinned boy with dreadlocks and wide eyes climbs to meet it.

Eventually, small Korrak finishes his reward, and, tongue stained purple, announces that his mom told him to be back before dark, and leaves, Mandible on his shoulder. The sunset has dyed the sky a bright, beautiful orangey-red, and then I am back in on the path, Grim beside me all the same. The portion of the memory is still looping like is was before on the smoke-lined screen, as though nothing changed. Nothing did. How odd.

Wait, I said something. There was a phrase- "memoir lake," was that it? No, it couldn't be. I don't see a lake.

"Weird," begins Grim. "I've never tried to go through one of those before. Did you see how the grass kinda doubled and split when we touched it? Like, some of it was unaffected, but some was kinda see-through and didn't just phase through my paws."

"I wasn't paying attention to the grass..."

Grim shrugs with his little kitty shoulders. "Fair enough. I barely did." He pauses, paws shifting nervously on the sandlike path. "I used to just...be somewhere a lot like this sometimes. I'd start at the end of the path, and there'd be a light of some kind, and I'd touch it like you did with that memory thing, and..."

I remember. I never went anywhere particular to find Grim, he'd kind of just... show up. I would fall asleep in the woods, as one does when they aren't attending a prestigious magic college, and wake with my familiar in my arms or curled against my stomach. I never questioned it; he'd been appearing like that for years. It'd been part of my "normal" since I was a little kid, and I thought nothing of it, the way rich kids think nothing of their money until they learn their classmates live without it.

I smile. My magic was always there, I suppose, I just couldn't use it until I was there, too.

My magic. My magic. My magic. Is that really what this is?

Grim finally asks me what I've been asking myself: "Is this your signature spell?"

It's mine or his, right? Grim's been seeing this kind of magic for years, and it connected to me then, so it has to be one of ours, right?

I stop and look left. Another memory, with an even younger Korrak. He looks to be hiding behind a small pile of black plastic trash bags, presumably playing hide-and-seek. An adult, a presumably a police officer, steps into the frame, head and chest still out-of-sight. He steps loudly around, leaving a young Korrak to breathe again with relief. The memory loops. I watch, still and silent, as a Korrak who can't be any older than six dashes into an alleyway, digs 'neath the garbage bags, and stashes himself away, holding his breath.

I break away when the cop leaves again. What the hell? That didn't look like a game.

Before I can stop it, my hand reaches out and presses against the screen. For a moment, it feels as though the world has stopped, and then I'm standing on sidewalk as a slight breeze ruffles my hair. Small Korrak bolts through my legs like they aren't there and forces his body against its momentum to make a sharp left into an alleyway. The cop runs up, noticeably slower than the five-or-so-year-old, and stops affront the escape route. He walks forward, slowly, boots thumping on the concrete, and I follow.

The police's face is blurry and obscured. This is a memory, and Korrak didn't get a good look at him, so that's not too surprising, but when I fall onto the trash bags I realize Grim was right- each bag duplicates into two, one of which phases through me, and the other of which doesn't.

The cop leaves, Korrak exhales, and I watch as he cries. Cries little child tears, curling into a ball of scared with Mandible clutched in his arms. The trash bags must be some kind of safe haven to him. Is that why his headphones were where they were when we found them?

A small, quiet whine tries and fails to echo in the dark outdoor halls. Mandible chitters. I don't know what he's saying.

The memory ends. I'm back on the path. What is there to do now but learn more?

I step twelve paces forward. All of the screens' loops would suggest Korrak has never had a house. Further back, more of the same. Farther and farther into his past I glance, and there is not a single instance of Korrak being raised by humans. I don't see a single plane.

The "pilot parents" lie has been very disproven. He grew up homeless? That explains so much! The fighting must have been a necessity out there, and the aforementioned lie was a practiced cover for why everything he owns fits in a single bag. He was probably raised by opossums, too, and learning a human language was probably a challenge.

Poor Korrak. He must have had a difficult life.

I venture into the nearer past. Teen and preteen Korrak does not appear to have been taken in. He has, however, learned to read, which seems to have lead to an interest in science. He doesn't get to indulge that.

Finally, I see the black carriage approach. He's going to Night Raven. Screens further ahead show the entrance ceremony, our dorm room, the Backstage Room, us. Rook taking him to Vil's room. The leaders of Pomefiore taking him and Mandible under their wings as they did Grim and I.

Vil brushing Korrak's hair while Rook smooths Mandible's fur with a brush. Getting a phone for the first time in sixteen years, from our housewarden himself. Clutching Mandible in his arms while trying to curl in on himself, just like he did all those years ago, but now Rook is there, too, hugging him- wait, that's the clearing we saw him in!

Much of this is giving me dejá vù. Rook and Vil treat Korrak and Mandible the way they treat me and Grim: like birds encouraging their fledgling chicks to spread their wings and fly. How come I didn't know of this sooner? As glances of the past would suggest, mom and dad- what the hell, they aren't my legal parents or guardians, I'm getting ahead of all this- went out of their ways to give us privacy. How nice.

I jog to where I started. A "fire" burns there, emitting smoke but no flame. I could walk through if I wanted.

"Myeeh, we need to leave! I don't wanna be late," shouts Grim, trident tail straight up. He's right, we need to go! But how do I...

Two words come to mind: a name. My signature spell's name.

"Memory Lane," I say, and I'm back in my bed.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #m!yuu #twst yuu #what if yuu didn't want to go back #twst grim #twst vil #twst oc #twst rook #twst #tw homelessness

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aceofstars0 · 4 months

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Goodbye..

Song I was listening to and also suggest you listen to: The Other Side Of Paradise by Glass Animals

Warning: this fic is VERY gorey, horrific, all that jazz so read at your own risk! It also has spoilers for the ending of Demon Slayer.

This is an au of the Milo Kocho au btw

As Muzan is restrained outside and starts to burn up, Milo is begging and pleading Basil inside to turn back. Her eyes are filled with tears and she has scratches and cuts and bruises all over her body, but she is determined to save him.

Kanao arrives with a fourth syringe, and quickly inserts it into Basil before leaving to hrlo with other slayers. He falls down for a minute as Milo panics.

"Mi-o?"

Basil wakes up and looks at her, his eyes and hair slowly turning back to normal.

"Basil!!"

The area is spinning, blurry, and the colors are inverted.

"Wh...at? Wh-is ha-ing?"

Basil's voice cuts out and skips letters.

"W-voice-at?"

Basil starts to panic, as he realizes that he can't move his arms either

Both of their faces turn confused.

"Basil, wha...what's happening to your voice?"

"I-d-now..?"

Basil shifts to sit up, but their arms dont move, like they are sown into the ground. They try to close their eyes, but they sting and stay in place.

Milo holds his arms in an attempt to heal him, but instead her hands come back bruised.

The scab on Basil's forehead from where he was turned to a demon, starts opening up. Milo only realizes when a glistening streak of white starts running down basil's face.

"B-asil... your scars..."

As he glanced around, he noticed all his scars and bruises had been reopening.

Milo starts crying, she looks into Basil's eyes, which were also crying, and hugged him.

"I-an't m-ve"

Suddenly, Basil's left eye grows black, and the blood from his forehead turns red, then white, then red again. He stares forward, not moving, nor breathing

He stays like that for a minute, while milo pulls back and watches him.

With a large gasp, he comes back to life suddenly. His head is thrown back as his eyes turn fully black. His arms and legs contract, and then his whole body relaxes and he falls back asleep.

"Milo, what's happening to basil...?" Kanao had come back over to basil and milo after hearing the panic.

"I-I don't know! His body's doing weird things!" When she looked over, she noticed basil's left arm separate from its forearm and blood covering the area. She looked over to his right arm, which was deteriorating in the same place it had previously been lost, pooling with red and white blood.

Basil wakes back up, looks down, and cries harder than he had previously. He moves his hand to ease a sudden pain in his jaw, but can't reach without his arm.

Temporarily, basil's skin becomes more vibrant and colored, like Milo's. All his pain ceases, but the bleeding does not stop. They look at milo, and smile.

"Mallow, I love you..."

Their whole body falls.

Their hair turns brown, black, white, and every pastel it used to be, flickers.

Their skin pulses and bruises and turns pale.

Their eyes flicker black and white.

Milo hugs him, as tight as she can, her tears running into Basil's changing hair.

Basils body freezes, their pulse ceasing.

"I love you too."

Milo falls onto him, and succumbs to her injuries, the two lovers dying in eachother's arms.

A/N wow! First fic and it's killing off my and @larz-barz ocs! I seriously didn't know I could write something like this, and I did it all in one sitting. Hope I didn't cross any lines of gore because it's VERY gorey but I've posted it now so 🤷

#demon slayer oc #basil kocho #kny oc #oc x oc #basilmilo #milo kocho au #shooting star ship #shooting star couple #my fic #wow never used that tag before #first fic

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Cold Hands

Jason Todd X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood, injuries and angst

Words:1152

Arthur's notes:third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Tyler searches for his Dad alone scared they won't make it.

Jason held the little red-headed boy as he sleeps while sitting on the chair by the fireplace. Y/N laid a blanket on them. As she moved to go get a drink for Jason, he gently gripped her wrist. She leans down to him. It'd been a long year.. Both Y/N and Jason were trying for a baby. They both desperately wanted to start a family. She looks into her husband's pleading eyes. She smiles touching the boys little head. Her heart couldn't let him go. She kisses his lips and then parts touching his face.

"me too. Jason I really want to" she said with her throat shaky

"we're gonna be parents..." he whispered smiling to Tyler.

She smiles softly looking at Tyler "yes, we are"

Years later....

"DAD!!!" the 16 year yelled, running through the snow his breaths became heavy as he was growing more afraid "DAD!!"

Tyler runs seeing his dad's helmet. He takes it holding the red helmet. He turns in every direction looking for him frantically. He hears grunting. He runs to the sound finding Jason laying face down on the snow covered ground. The snow was stained with his bleeding wound on his chest. Tyler hurries moving his dad onto his back. He takes his dad's jacket off and lifts his shirt above his wound. Jason could barely comprehend what was going on. He uses the bandages he brought to bandage the gunshot wound on Jason's chest. He puts the bloody jacket back on Jason to keep him warm. Jason had been ambushed and beaten. Then they shot him and left him for dead in the middle of the woods. The entire family was on high alert but Tyler was the first to find him. Against his mother's wishes that is. Tyler knew he needed to warm up now. He built a fire just like Jason taught him. Tyler laid behind Jason holding onto him just to keep him from getting too cold. With tears in his eyes as he gripped his arm, Tyler shakes. He was scared that he helped Jason get up and they try make their way back.. They'd get lost.

"T-Tyler..." his son was instantly relieved to hear Jason's voice. He takes his little boys hand putting it close to his heart "hear that" his voice shallow "I'm still hear.. Son.. " he shivered.

Batman drives the bat-mobile with Y/N sitting in the passenger seat. Jason's blood loss and dangerous low temperature caused him to lose consciousness. Tyler continued to try and wake him up. His hands felt they were on fire, with pins and needles poking his fingers. Though he kept gripping his dad's collar no matter the severe pain from the frostbite.

"Dad! Please wake up! Please! Please don't--" Tyler began crying, he hears a distant sound of a engine. Tyler runs to see the bat-mobile. He jumped up and down "OVER HERE!!!" he shouted.

"there!!" Y/N shouted pointing to her son

Back at the Manor Alfred gently rocks in the rocking chair holding his granddaughter. D/N was, only 3 years old with Jason's black hair with a small white streak and Y/N's e/c eyes. She wore a adorable little f/c outfit. As they made it to the Manor Alfred tended to Jason to warm his temperature back up. Y/N changed her husband into fresh clothes and uses a warm cloth to wipe away his sweat. Y/N takes a shaky breath, she never could deal well with her spouse injured. Tyler now in fresh warm clothes looks at his hands that were in so much pain. He looks feeling his stomach turn.. It's really bad. He knew if he didn't treat them he'd lose them. Y/N laid a blanket on her husband unaware of her son's current presence or his pain. He walked to the medical kit avoiding her. She was already so worried. He held a sharp wince in as to not to disturb them.

"hey baby" she told her son.

"hey.. is he OK?" he asked his mom..

She turned her head realizing what he was holding "he is.. Tyler what happened to your hands?!"

"oh that I'm ok" he stammered letting out a deep breath as the pain still lingers

"no you're not. Honey go set down while I get the bandages. OK?" she said

"ok" he sighed

Her heart twist thinking of how swollen his hands were "dammit Tyler are you trying to lose your fingers" she sighed frustrated. "you should have told me the minute that you saw, me" she felt guilty for not seeing sooner.

Tyler did as his mom said. He sits on the chair. She comes with the medical supplies to take care of her son. Her heart was heavy. She specifically told him not to leave and he did.

"mommm.. Please don't c-cry" Tyler pleaded his voice shallow from his weak vocals, from the extended time from the cold

She clears her throat continuing to bandage around his fingers. She felt her heart aching. Both her husband and little boy could've..

"I'm not" she lied clearing her throat.

"ya mad at me?" he asked her

"Tyler.. I am not mad at you. I'm proud that you found your Dad but don't ever disobey me again.. I can't.."

He instantly felt a wave of guilt. He did it for the right reason but he certainly didn't want to put his mother in turmoil.

"oh mom, I'm so sorry"

"I know. It's OK"

As she finished with his wounds she began to clean the mess. Tyler laid his head on her shoulder to comfort her. She smiled and hugged her little boy.

A small gasp left D/N's lips "Tyler got boo boos!!!"

"hey Scout" Tyler said using her nickname. "I'm ok"

She runs to him holding her little stuffed bear Cassandra gave her. She hugs her brother's leg. He smiled to his baby sister putting his wrist on her forehead.

"f-fuck" Jason muttered

"daddy said a bad word!!!"

Tyler and Y/N laugh together. Y/N picks up her daughter and walks to her husband. Jason smiles to them. He reaches to touch his wife's cheek, he leans to kiss Y/N's lips deeply. He had heard each of her terrified mutters beforehand. D/N kissed her daddy's head. Tyler stood by his mom running through that moment. He almost died.. Jason motions Tyler to come closer. Jason looks at the bandages around his fingers. Jason takes a deep breath, angered Tyler got hurt to save him.

"c'mere son" he mumbled

Tyler hugged Jason like he was a young child. He felt he was again, just as when Jason first held him. Jason kisses his head. Y/N began to run her fingers through Tyler's hair. Tyler felt protected in Jason's arms. This.. This is his family. Blood or not he loved them so much.

#Jason Todd X Reader #jason todd x wife! reader #tyler todd #blue hood #Angst #hypothermia #Near death experience #Injured #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman

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miss-andromeda · 11 months

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Morning, Her Place

Universe: TMNT 2012

Turtle of Choice: Donatello

Prompt: “We should kiss. Right now.”

Song Inspiration: You Are In Love (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Completely non-canon, though Andi and Donnie are in a relationship. They’re quite a bit older, about 23. Slight suggestive content at the end, but nothing too explicit or warranting of an NSFW warning.

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As the morning light hit Donnie’s face, he stirred as his hands blindly searched around for her. And when he didn’t feel her warmth (or more realistically, her body), he frowned and his eyes creaked open, blearily looking around. She wasn’t in bed with him, and for a split second, he was concerned. Call it the ninja, or rather the protective streak in him, but when she wasn’t with him, he wanted to know where she was.

But then the rationality kicked in, reminding him that she was probably awake and doing what she needed to wake up; make some breakfast, take a shower, or-

Or stand on the fire escape in her favorite satin robe, holding what looked like a little white teacup in her hands.

“Andi…?” Donnie muttered as he started to sit up in her bed. It wasn’t unusual for her to wake up before him, especially when he stayed the night like this, but it was a bit unusual for her to stand out on her fire escape in her robe.

When she turned around to see he was awake, she smiled and pushed up the window, carefully stepping back inside her bedroom (she was grateful she decided to leave her black pajama pants on to avoid accidentally giving Donnie an eyeful at 8:00 in the morning) and walking over to him. “Good morning, hon.” She murmured, setting the teacup down to kiss him.

Donnie smiled as he kissed her back, pulling her down so she could rest on his lap. “Good morning.” He whispered back once she pulled away. “What were you doing outside?”

Andi chuckled to herself as he sleepily rested his head on her shoulder. “Just wanted to take in the morning air. Kind of hard considering how polluted the city air is, but you know, got to make do.” She admitted with a little shrug, smiling softly when he laughed tiredly. “And honestly, it was…kind of nice.” She kissed the top of his head as she got an idea. “Would be nicer if you went out with me…”

Donnie glanced at her with a little smile - though his eyes showed a hint of mischief. “You don’t have to act coy with me.” He chuckled as she jokingly gasped, putting a hand on her chest. “I’m not being coy with you!”

That made him laugh - music to her ears - as he nodded. “All right, all right. I’ll make some coffee and meet you there.” He then threw a glance at her nearly-empty cup. “And I’ll refill your tea, if that’s okay?”

Andi beamed at him. “Please.” She left another kiss, this time on his cheek, as she got off of him and walked back to the window. “The kettle is still on the stovetop.”

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She would’ve jumped if she wasn’t expecting him to climb through the window. And if he didn’t knock beforehand and give her that adorable, gap-toothed smile. He was always like that with her, considerate and gentle with her feelings.

“There you are.” She gave him an appreciative look as she took the white cup from him, careful not to spill the warm green tea all over her robe, or onto either of them. “Thanks, Don.” She added as she took a slow sip, her smile growing at the taste. It was completely void of any additives, and that was just the way she liked it. He only nodded with a smile as he took a lazy sip of his coffee, and Andi couldn’t help but chuckle at the clear inclusions of milk and sugar. “What, you want nothing but sweetness and caffeine in the morning?”’

“If that’s a crime, then arrest me for over 100 offenses of such.” Donnie smirked at her as he took another sip, then put his arms around her and squeezed her hips slightly. He reveled in her soft chuckle as he watched the sun start to peek over the tops of the apartment buildings. There was something oddly tranquil about watching the light come through and start to bathe them in its soft golden hue. And there was something undeniably beautiful about watching Andi drink her tea as she breathed in the air - before wrinkling her nose at the tinges of smog or carbon dioxide she would pick up on.

But then she would breathe out again and her face would relax.

She was so beautiful. His ray of light…the better part of him.

“Don, what are you doing?”

Her voice (and the chuckle that followed) broke his thought process as he shook his head. “Nothing, just…” A little smile graced his lips as he pulled her close, being careful not to spill his coffee or her tea. “...admiring how pretty you are.”

Andi started to blush, but let out a breathless laugh as she rested her face against his plastron. “Feeling a little cheesy today, aren’t you?” When Donnie only gave her a coy smile as he tapped his fingers against her back, she grinned up at him - a prominent sparkle in her eye.

“We should kiss. Right now.”

Now it was Donnie’s turn to blush and titter. “A-And…why’s that, hon?”

“Because you look pretty like this yourself. And admittedly…” She then bit her lip, a smile (with the faintest sense of longing) threatening to form as she stood on her toes. “...I want to savor it for as long as possible.”

Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer (as if she was waiting for days for such a thing,) Donnie smiled a hand absentmindedly brushed away some stray hairs on her face - before leaning down and finally giving her what she wanted.

Andi’s face broke out into a grin as she placed her cup on the windowsill (and took his mug to do the same,) before her hands moved up to his face. She never grew tired of feeling his face, even after being together for seven years; there was a softness to it that constantly reminded her of what home felt like.

And holding his face like he was her entire world (which, admittedly, she often felt like he was,) reminded her of what mattered in her life. Instead of dwelling on the past or chasing after people that she knew would never end up being in her life anyway, she needed to focus on the people that were in her life - and the ones that would end up sticking by her throughout everything.

And at the center of it all…was him.

He was there for her from the very beginning; helping her with her concussion, comforting her during her first panic attack around him, helping her through all the trauma with reliving her past…everything.

And he never stopped loving her throughout any of it. That, to her, was the greatest gift anyone could’ve given her…but for some reason, the impact was magnified a hundred times more since it was from him.

Maybe it was because she was so used to rejection from her family, but to have someone love her throughout everything, and love her unconditionally…it only made her feelings for him intensify - and made her want to keep him safe from everything.

He was her everything, the love of her life…her better half.

Once she broke the kiss and peeked at the sun, smiling softly at the rays of light she was now being bathed in, she turned her attention back to him. “How ‘bout we go back inside?” She then bit her lip as a little smile graced her face. “I know of a good way that we can start our day.”

“What is it?” Donnie asked with a smile as he collected the cups, handing her the teacup and escorting her inside.

When she finished her tea and set the cup down, she grabbed his hand and gave him a slightly mischievous look as she walked him to the bathroom. She laughed as his face turned a scarlet hue as he understood what she was implying, but nodded almost instantaneously. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine with this…m-more than-mmm…”

He was cut off by Andi kissing him again and lightly pressing him against the wall.

And before he knew it, she had lightly pushed him into her bathroom and closed the door, locking it for good measure.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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snow falls hot | part 8.

Summary: (Y/N) Snow isn’t a Snow at all. She’s a Targaryen— Rhaegar’s child. Taken in by the Starks, she leads her life as another on of Ned’s bastards. Will she be able to live in Westeros comfortably? More importantly, does she have any ambition to see herself one day on the Iron Throne?

Warnings: it’s game of thrones…

Pairing: gendry x reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Crows pecked at the ground around a pyre. You were seated far away, on the steps of one of the buildings, watching. The crows pecked for food and paid no mind to the man tied up on the pyre. As if by magic, the pyre lit itself. The man screamed as he burned— the crows still paying him no mind. One crow raised their head and flew up, striking their beak against the man’s chest. He stopped screaming in an instant and the crow seemed satisfied to have put the man out of his misery.

You awoke before Eddard, a luxury you were afforded sometimes now that he was no longer a newborn. He would be fine for a few moments while you washed up and emptied the chamber pot in the bathroom. Like suspected, when you entered the room again little Eddard was sound asleep. You finished getting dressed before gently picking him up.

He started to stir and eventually opened his eyes to greet you with a string of babbles. You rubbed at his hair, black with a noticeable white streak at the front on one side. The two of you made your way out of the farmhouse and to the back of it. Kneeling you down, you scratched behind Grey Wind’s ear— the dire wolf waking up immediately. He stood up and, with a nod of your head, stalked towards the forest to hunt.

Shadow arrived mere moments later, bigger than ever. You weren’t sure if she was still growing or not. Not that it mattered much anymore— she was clearly big enough to ride now. Although you weren’t sure if you were ready to try just yet. Eddard reached out to pet the large creature. You brought him even closer until his tiny hands could touch Shadow’s snout. You patted Shadow as well.

“Go, not too far. And return to the woods before it is night.”

A puff of smoke blew from her nose and she took flight. Your neck craned back as you watched until the dragon was no longer in your sight. Satisfied that both your animals were taken care of, you and Eddard headed back inside where the rest of the farm family was now awake. Fryda already had bowls of porridge out— everyone eating. Kylis played with Eddard who sat in your lap as you all ate. She insisted that she could eat and feed him at the same time so you let her.

“Does the market nearby sell clothing dye?” you asked.

Fryda and Waylar looked from their bowls. Fryda finished swallowing her bite to speak.

“Not this one but the next one over, not much longer of a ride. What do you need dye for, Your Grace?”

“Please, I am not a queen, simply (Y/N). I’m going to dye my hair once more.”

“But it is such a lovely color.”

“It marks me a Targaryen and puts you all in danger if I am spotted. It is safer if I am a Stark… a Snow. I spent my childhood that way, it is time to return to that once again. For you all and for Eddard.”

Darren stood from the table, announcing that he would ride out at once to bring you the dye before the night came around. The table was silent. Ever since you revealed Shadow to them, they noticed a change.

You didn’t leave the farm or want Eddard to go very far from your sights with one of them. You hadn’t tried on Robb’s cloak since it was presented to you. Touching his sword or your bow and arrows wasn’t even a thought that had crossed your mind. It didn’t occur to them until the words left your mouth that everything you did was to protect them. Because you were right. In the current state of Westeros, Snow was the safest thing you could be.

“What story do you want to hear?” you asked Eddard.

“Da-da,” the baby babbled. “Ma-ma.”

“Which one?”

Eddard babbled the same two words. You laughed and lifted your baby in the air.

“Both? A story about both of us… Robb was my first kiss. Not at his army camp, at Winterfell in the crypts. We were ten perhaps, eleven? Well, I don’t think we were much older than Bran before we left for King’s Landing.”

You set Eddard down on the bed and let him crawl around. Pulling out a sewing kit, you began to mend your dresses as well as the dresses of Kylis and Rosyn. Laughing, you continued the story as you pulled the needle through the fabric.

“Catelyn and Ned would have had a fit if they had found out. It’s improper, you know. You’ll learn all about the rules of lords and ladies when you’re older but it was improper. He dragged me down there to see the statue of his aunt and ask me about my father without anyone overhearing. It was a small kiss and then I ran. The whole memory was rather ridiculous!”

As you finished sewing, Darren came back with the bottle of dye. It looked to be the same used in Winterfell— good enough to cover your hair. You soaked the curls until an ounce of white couldn’t be seen. Half of you wanted to color the streak on Eddard’s head, the other half couldn’t fathom erasing the Targaryen side of him. In the end, safety or maybe your own cowardice won out and you covered the streak until you both had black hair.

Grey Wind scratched at the house to let you know he was back. The wolf settled and you warged into Shadow, seeing she had made it back as well. That was the routine. Wake up, let your animals go, tend to small tasks, teach Eddard, make sure your animals are safe, and fall asleep. Now with black hair, you were able to accompany the family on small trips to the market. No one paid you any mind, a few looks lingered on your skin until they assumed you were originally Dornish and moved on. You and Darren were riding back from selling the last of the produce harvested from the farm.

“The days will be free now,” Darren muttered. “Lady Snow?”

You had stopped keeping conversation, looking out at the land before you. Suddenly, you turned the horse around. Darren quickly pulled on the reins of his horse and rode up next to you. You pointed down the path, the young man squinted but could see nothing. He only could see hills.

“What are we looking at?”

“This path is the Kingsroad, just follow the long trail and you’d be in King’s Landing. Past that, Dorne, of course you have to go through Highgarden first. If you sail from either Dorne or take the Narrow Sea from King’s Landing, you reach old Valyria.”

“Where your ancestors are from? Isn’t it ruined? I heard a colony of stonemen live there now.”

“In the ruins closer to the ground. High up in the mountains, you need a dragon to reach. Or perhaps be an expert climber. That is where Eddard and I are going.”

“What?” Darren looked at you but you were still staring out at the landscape. “Lady Snow—”

“The people in the marketplace starve. Your family barely makes enough to coin to survive and winter is coming. False kings fight and for what? Claim to a chair and rule over people they do not take care of. The bastard Tommen and his mother Cersei, the traitorous Freys and Boltons, the emboldened Greyjoys, the false king Joffrey, the usurper Robert Baratheon and his want to be usurper brother Stannis. What do they all have in common, Darren?”

The young man thought for a minute. “They just want power? They’ve never been common?”

You smiled at his answers.

“They are not worthy to rule, sitting on a pile of lies that make them think they have a birthright. Aegon Targaryen created the realm that they fight to rule so hard. If anyone was to challenge him it would be the brave Starks or the Martells of Dorne, the only houses to bow down through marriage.”

“Isn’t your mother of Dorne?”

“And my child a Stark. I was raised by one, married to another. The birthright, all of them, lay with me and little Eddard. I had a dream last night, Darren. Two more usurpers will come. One living that will claim to be a prince promised, three rulers fighting amongst themselves for the Iron Throne.”

You breathed in the air around you.

“What of the other?” Darren asked.

“Winter is coming.”

“The cold?”

“The dead. Men made of ice and magic lead them. A Night King at the helm.”

“The dead?”

“The Night King wants us to join his army but the world of the living is not his. Fake sovereigns who want nothing more than to sit on an uncomfortable throne will let him win. I will not watch the Seven Kingdoms be handed to such an evil.”

“But then why would you leave the Seven Kingdoms?”

“To learn. I know how to talk like a ruler but I don’t know how to fight like one. I do not yet command… I told Robb once, the reason he was accepted as King in the North was because he inspired, commanded trust and fear. I have love from those that remember, like you. But I don’t have trust and I don’t have fear. These men are not afraid that I will enforce justice and they cannot put their faith in me to keep them safe from the dead. So I will learn.”

“How? You said Valyria was ruined.”

“Magic still lives there, ghosts walk amongst the city and the great conquerors have ways I must learn. I’m taking Eddard and we are going to Old Valyria and when I return I will take my rightful place and end this Night King.”

You commanded the horse to head back to the farm. Your first follower, Darren, smiling as he rode behind you. You warged into Shadow and called her to the field, the dragon already ready when you arrived. The family all stood outside, waiting for you and Darren. Fryda handed you a large sack filled with supplies. You took the reins from around the horse and used it to tie the sack to Shadow’s leg. You looked in the sack to see Robb’s cloak. Pulling it out, you refolded it and handed it to little Rosyn.

“It’s hot where I’m going. Will you hold onto that until I get back?”

Rosyn nodded and you gave her a hug. Your arrows and bow were in the sack but Robb’s sword was tied around your waist. With great care, you swaddled Eddard. You wrapped more cloth around yourself to make a cradle for him and keep him wrapped to your chest. You checked over and over that he was secure— not willing to risk anything.

You climbed onto Shadow. Unlike Grey Wind, there was no fur and that frightened you a bit as you grabbed onto her horns. Shadow rose into the air, not terribly high but just barely off of the ground. With some reluctance from the dire wolf, Grey Wind allowed himself to be scooped up in Shadow back claws. You bent your head to the family on the ground.

“I will see you again,” you promised.

“We will be waiting, Lady Snow,” Waylar said.

You smiled and patted Shadow. “Sorves.”

With that, the dragon was off. It took miles before you could open your eyes, used to the wind. You looked down to see Eddard asleep, a little spit of drool left his mouth. It made you laugh. He was of Targaryen blood alright, finding comfort in the clouds.

“Grey Wind!”

A short bark barely reached your ear due to the wind from Shadow’s wings. But you heard the wolf and that was all you needed to make sure he was okay. Even for a dragon, it was impossible to make it to Old Valyria in a single day. When the light of the sun could no longer be seen, Shadow stopped. Gently flapping above the ground so as to let Grey Wind drop into the sand, Shadow had made it to Dragonstone.

As soon as you untied the sack from her leg, the dragon took off again. You knew she would be back. She was just hunting for something to eat for her and Grey Wind. The dire wolf probably would have gone with her, but after spending more time off the ground than he ever thought he would Grey Wind was tired and his legs had gone a bit numb.

You took Eddard out of the wrap, still holding onto him. The old castle of the Targaryens was dusty, quite a shock for you considering Stannis had been camping there before moving. You thought it would have a bit more life to it. Honestly it looked like it hadn’t been touched since your ancestors first left the island for King’s Landing. Once inside, you set Eddard down and let him crawl around.

Dragonstone was your home but it didn’t feel as such. You didn’t realize how much the North had affected you. King’s Landing was a decent place to live and Winterfell was the most comfortable. The Targaryens established King’s Landing because it was the most central place but still south enough to be warm. You considered potentially leaving it when you came to rule the Seven Kingdoms. Winterfell wasn’t that far away with a dragon. Weeks would turn into days and you could easily be there for your people. But the same argument could be said for why you should stay in King’s Landing. You could quickly visit Winterfell.

Shadow came back with dinner for her and Grey Wind. You guys didn’t go far into the castle, staying in the foyer. The four of you were a tangle, Eddard safe in your arms. It was warm between the dragon and the dire wolf. You and Eddard were content to sleep.

A snarling dog stalked towards a girl with red hair. The girl seemed frightened. You weren’t sure, only being able to see her from the back. But she was shaking and pleading. The girl backed up but was pushed towards the dog by a large presence— the only thing you could make out on the figure was a silver sparrow pin.

The dog kneeled like it would be passive but the girl’s hand was still shaking as she reached out to it. Before more could happen, the figures faded to black and you were suddenly standing in the courtyard of Castle Black. The pyre was back and a stag walked across it, leaving ash behind wherever its hooves touched.

“Lord Crow!” someone called.

You turned to see Jon in furs of black, a shining sword at his side. Jon smiled before frowning as the man, a tall and round man you had never seen before, approached.

“Maester Aemon is near death.”

Jon nodded and walked away with the man. Fire was left behind with each step he took as they entered the door to the room that Maester Aemon was being held in. Aemon turned his head and you could have sworn his eyes, despite being blind, were focused right on you. Jon turned his head as well and the entire room burst in flames before going dark.

You held your head as you woke up. Aemon Targaryen was dead or dying, the last of your kin. Almost the last but you still didn’t know who the mysterious Targaryen in Essos was. Or if they were even in Essos. That was an assumption from your first dream when you were still bad at interpreting them.

After Robb’s death— one that you still blamed yourself for— you had determined yourself to understand what the premonitions meant. Whether you were correct or not was still to be seen but you no longer ignored your dreams. Even if there was nothing you could do about them, lately most dreams seemed to be about others far away, you still paid attention to every dream.

Shadow, Grey Wind, and Eddard woke up slowly. Eddard was the only one who needed breakfast. You fished around the sack and found a tiny burlap bag of fruit as well as some wooden utensils. Getting up from the floor, you walked further into the foyer until you found a rock the size of your hand. You took the rock and returned to where Grey Wind and Shadow were— choosing to lean against the large dragon.

Eddard giggled as you repeatedly hit the burlap bag with the rock. When it felt like mush, you opened the bag and fished some out with the wooden spoon. Eddard gladly ate the mushed up fruit. He was burped and cleaned in the water around the island— the bag of fruit was washed out as well. When Eddard’s needs were met, it was time to finish the journey.

Riding Shadow was more comfortable the second time. You already felt less afraid— the same couldn’t be said for poor Grey Wind who would need longer to adjust. The dragon continued to fly until the strangely familiar ruins of Valyria appeared in the distance. You had dreamed it accurately despite never seeing it until today.

To Grey Wind’s luck, there was forestry. Not nearly as expansive as on Westeros but a semblance of home for the dire wolf. You landed in what could easily be identified as Valyria’s citadel. It appeared to be connected to the palace ruins by a rickety bridge. Shadow would be used to get around most of the palace just for safety reasons.

The citadel appeared to be the least ruined place, probably because it was the shortest building. You assumed all the taller towers got hit first by the Doom and the citadel received the backend of damage. You decided it would be the place you stayed. Shadow and Grey Wind left to explore— Grey Wind checking the tiny forest and Shadow flying to who knows where. You removed your son from the wrap and propped him up on your hip, walking towards the hole that once held the door to the citadel.

“Come on Little Lord Stark, we have a lot of work to do.”

(Part 9)...

#game of thrones fic #asoiaf fic #gendry x reader

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stories-from-the-shaded-moon · 7 months

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Riverside

I think that I’m going to make the whole Shade thing a series. Like “The Nine Times Shade Helped and the One Time He was Helped”

That’s a long ass name ngl

Trigger warning!!!

Self-harm

He scraped at his arm. It was getting more and more red by the second, he was sure that, soon, his skin would break under the friction. Then he would bleed. He wanted to bleed. He deserved to bleed.

He was there. He was right behind Wind when he was shot through the chest. He was too slow, and his little brother was feeling all of that pain. It seemed that everyone he ever came to love died under his watch. It was his fault. So, he scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until crimson red started to pour from the wound into the river. He hoped that he could feel the same pain he'd caused sense he couldn't take it away. Maybe he'd make himself feel more pain than Wind. Yeah, that's what he wanted.

He felt the tears fall from his cheeks and heard the splash as the small droplets fell into the water under him. He finally stopped scrubbing. It was a patch of tender skin. Maybe it wasn't even skin. Maybe he really had managed to scrub to his muscles. He moved on to his thigh and started scrubbing. Then, he'd scrub his stomach and then maybe, just maybe, he'd be in more pain than his little brother.

So, he scrubbed, but it was like the skin on his thigh was thicker and tougher than on his arms. He groaned as he believed that to be true, but he kept scrubbing. He wouldn't stop until it was bleeding and tender. Until every waking second, he was hurting. Because he had coaxed Wind into that forest, and he was the reason Wind was unconscious and bed ridden.

That was when he heard growling.

Wild groaned. "Leave me alone. I'm kind of having a moment here." He expected it to be Twilight. He had run away quite some time ago. Maybe an hour ago? Maybe three? He had no idea. He knew that it couldn't be any more than five because the sun was still up.

The growling continued and Wild was growing even more annoyed. Yet, he continued to scrub. His thigh had begun to turn a deep shade of red. He was getting closer, he realized.

The growling grew in volume. Wild turned his head, his eyebrows furrowed, and his teeth clenched. "Leave me al-" It wasn't Twilight. It was a golden wolf with a single red eve. He remembered a story Time came back with when he was attacked while searching for firewood. He said a wolf with one red eye came to his aid. Twilight, Warriors, and Sky, those who ran to his location, said that they saw the wolf themselves. Well, Sky described the wolf in graphic detail, Warriors through in minor details, Twilight solemnly nodded.

This wolf looked like what Sky described. Golden fur with white streaks, one eye sealed shut by a scar, the other a brilliant red. This was that wolf, wasn't it?

Wild didn't even realize that he had stopped scrubbing as he stared at it. He was overcome with the urge to pet the wolf. Maybe the wolf was looking for help? No. It saved Time. Then the thing disappeared in golden dust. This wolf was magic. Did it...did it want to help Wild?

Wild sprung to his feet, scouting out the area. He was unarmed. If a hoard attacked him, he could be done for. He couldn't see anything. What if the thing was some invisible enemy? Or what if it was like Thunderblight? What if the thing was so fast, it took someone who could also slow time to find it. Or even fight it?

One thing that he did know was that if this thing was like Thunderblight, he wasn't going to win the fight. And nor was this spirit wolf.

Wild felt a nudge at his calf. He squeaked before looking down. The golden wolf nudged him. Then it sat down at his feet. Wild figured that this thing was intelligent, like Wolfie. When Wolfie sat down at someone's feet, he was asking for you to sit down with him. So, that's what Wild did. His defenses went down, and he sat down next to this wolf. He could sense it. This wolf wasn't hostile. Part of him wanted to call the wolf lonely.

When he sat, the wolf laid its head down on his uninjured thigh. Its fur was soft. Part of him thought that he wouldn't feel him, like it was a ghost wolf. Maybe it was. That is what he thought it was.

The bottom line is that this is a ghost wolf, and it was laying on his thigh. This wolf was a peaceful guy when he wanted to be. He was also a pretty big guy too. He was bigger than Wolfie, that he knew.

Wild stroked the golden wolf's fur. His hands glided through the fur with ease greater than when he shot his arrows with the world slowed around him.

Sooner than Wild wished, the wolf lifted its head, sniffing at the air. Then it howled. It howled a tune that Wild thought that he recognized. Maybe it was one of the songs Twilight hummed? Or one of the songs Time would play on his instrument? He wasn’t entirely sure. He just knew that he’d heard it before. He liked the sense of familiarity.

In the distance, Wild heard a more familiar howl back. The wolf was calling Wolfie.

Twilight was looking for him.

Twilight would see him like this. He would see him with a bright red thigh and a forearm that was scraped and bleeding into oblivion.

In his rush of adrenaline, he closed his hand over the golden wolf’s jaw. It squeaked, taken aback.

“Goddesses, I’m sorry, but I can’t-“ Wild heard the rustling of leaves get closer. He didn’t want to know what Twilight would do. Would he yell at him? Would he be angry? Wild wasn’t keen to know, so he stood up and bolted, following the riverside.

He heard barking behind him, then he was tackled. The wind was knocked out of his lungs and he panted to get it back. His thigh seared with pain. He groaned as tears fell down his face. Maybe that wolf really was hostile.

Then there was more growling, the weight on his back became lighter and lighter until it vanished completely.

Then, Wild felt the wet snout of Wolfie nudge his cheek. He was telling Wild to get up. Wild didn’t want to get up. Twilight realized that after a few minutes.

Wild tasted the sulfuric smell of when Twilight shifted back into a hylian. Twilight shook him softly.

“Hey, why’re you out here? All by yourself and stuff?” Twilight poked his cheek.

#the shady lad writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #linked universe wild #heroes shade #lu twilight #linked universe twilight

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spaceprincessem · 1 year

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soft prompt sunday

i know this is supposed to be seven sentence sunday, but i haven’t started any new fics yet (hoping to start a new wip tomorrow!) so i figured i would do a lil something different and post one of the soft prompts since @mumucow and i haven challenged each other to do one weekly.

thanks to @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper and @shortsighted-owl for the tag 🥰😘 have some tsunami feels on this fine sunday

3. “Just…hold my hand?”

“You know,” Eddie says quietly, gently, stepping next to Buck, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, “you don’t have to do this.”

Buck blows out a slow breath, the tightness in his chest growing stronger the longer he stands right on the edge of the waterline. His bare feet sink into the wet sand, but he’s still right out of reach of the thin film of white that crests at the tip of the water. The air is heavy with salt, but the day is cool as the sun starts to set in the horizon. The sunset is gorgeous; streaks of red, orange, and yellow painted with swatches of soft pink illuminate the sky. He’s made it to this exact spot several times before, each one almost erupting in some form of a near panic attack that keeps him in the driver’s side of the Jeep well past the dip of the sun and the dotting of stars in an indigo sky.

It seems stupid, really, how much the water still terrifies him. How he still wakes up in the middle of the night, clutching his chest; his lungs drenched and drowning. How Christopher’s name dies off in a scream and his heart bottoms out in his stomach at the memory of Eddie’s face when he told his best friend that he lost his son.

“Yes I do,” Buck manages through gritted teeth.

He needs to face his fears, maybe then he can actually get a decent night’s sleep. It was either this or roll beneath the firetruck and the thought alone of the last one had him heaving into his bathroom sink.

“Okay,” Eddie murmurs, still a steady presence by his side.

Buck relaxes a little when Eddie presses in next to him, a line of heat where their shoulders meet. Buck’s always felt like it’s him against the world (the universe really) and that sentiment only seemed to grow and fester like a poisoned weed in his brain when he isolated himself from the team during the lawsuit. He’s used to doing things on his own, never really needed anyone to get by. Wanted, most definitely, but not needed. It was a lesson he learned the hard way all of his childhood.

But now, with Eddie beside him, and the promise of a dinner out at one of their favorite restaurants to celebrate Hen’s birthday, Buck doesn’t feel so alone. The loneliness ebbs and flows like the waves in front of him. Sometimes it’s calm and aching and sometimes it’s tumultuous and crashing. But Buck survived. For better or worse he survived and he saved Christopher and countless others even when he doesn’t always believe it.

So he owes it to himself, he thinks, to try. Maybe then he’ll start to feel like he deserves to have people like Christopher and Eddie and the 118 in his life.

“Just…hold my hand?” Buck asks, hoping it doesn’t sound as pathetic as it feels.

Eddie’s face breaks into a warm smile, eyes a beautiful brown in the dying light of the sun. He reaches in the space between them, tangling their fingers together. Buck tries not to think about how their hands fit perfectly together, like they were made that way.

“Okay,” Buck exhales, “okay.”

He takes a step forward and Eddie follows. The water is cold, and Buck fights the full body flinch, knowing he isn’t very successful. Eddie sweeps his thumb over Buck’s skin and it’s enough to keep him moving. He stops when the water hits his knees, the impact of the waves not hard enough to throw him off balance, but enough to know that if he gets any further he might start hyperventilating.

“Not too bad?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to catch Buck’s gaze.

“No,” Buck hums, squeezing Eddie’s hand, “not too bad at all.”

They watch the sun slowly sink below the horizon and Eddie never lets go of his hand until they’re back at the Jeep.

sorry i feel lazy and i feel like everyone has been tagged so feel free to share something!!!

#buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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