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katkit14 · 7 months

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What's its like being a female in all the Dorms

So I was making characters from my last idea and then it came to me. Headcanons for being the only female in each dorm!

Prompt : So rundown, you are the only female student in the whole school. You were an a talented young woman who was reached out to, as a great opportunity for NRC to open their doors to both females and males alike. (in reality Crowley just thinks girls on campus would be less rowdy then all boys. Means less work for him. Or maybe it's cause RSA started to, and Crowley is offended. Either way you are here now!)

Warnings : Reader isn't yuu/Mc. Reader is born female. mentions of sexism and harrsement. A little cussing to. Mentions of Periods and Bras.

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Heartslabyul

Riddle would be just as hard on you as the other freshmen. He sees you no differently. Male, female? Doesn't matter, you are still a student. You must obey all the rules to a Tea (get it?). If you don't then it's off with your head just like everyone else. Which if your sorted into this dorm there is good chance you are okay with that. I could see you being more a stickler for rules but even if your not at least riddle is fair.

If you're more chaotic and less strict then Riddle would treat you like Ace. Don't think you are getting away with things just because you act all innocent. He will make you write a 100-page essay on what you did wrong and why you won't do it again. That's if it's after his overblot. If not then it's "OFF WITH YOUR HEADU".

Though if you were forced into a bedroom with boys, Riddle might raise a fuss saying it's improper and get you your own bedroom. He will make the mistake of going through Crowley though.

Trey wouldn't act any different either. He'd also just see you as another freshmen. Carter though, he would avoid you. Like oh no, he has sisters. He "knows" what girls are like. He will warm up to you though.

Ace will flirt so much with you it's unreal. Cheesy pick up lines, smooth one liners, etc. He'll become annoying with it. Like get a spray bottle kind of annoying. Deuce is the opposite. He is super respectful and always a gentleman to you. He may become less stern if you befriend him but he'll always be a bit soft around you. If you ask, he'll beat ace up.

Now the rest or heartslabyul really doesn't react to you, you're kinda just another student. No one looks out for you but no one in the dorm harrases you. Now when it comes to female stuff, everyone in this dorm gets real awkward about it. On your period and are Bleeding through your WHITE dorm uniform? Everyone swet drops but only a few people speak up. If you do end up having to share a dorm room (even with riddle throwing a fit) the other boys in the room would be respectful and change in a bathroom instead of the room. They also would allow you access to the bathroom first ( unless it's ace. Then he pushes you out the way saying "Ladies first my ass" ).

Anyone who harrases you will face Riddles wrath though. Oh and the one brain cell duo. Riddle will be more proper by lecturing them but if the One brain cell duo gets ahold of them, then lights out.

Savanaclaw

Leona let's you off easier then the other students. Mostly cause he is mildly intimidated by you. He knows you aren't a beastman, but it's still ingrained into him to respect females. So if you just stand up to him and be like "yeah no" he won't really fight you. If you are on the softer side, he'd slowly but surely start to have a soft spot for you. He'd still respect you, even if you weren't a fighter. He'd just be more of an asshole if you didn't scare him as much.

If you were forced to share a room, it wouldn't be long before you had your own room since there are a lot of drop outs. Leona would put in the hardwork of making ruggie clear you out a room to yourself.

Ruggie's mostly the same way, he mostly respects you and your stuff. He won't take your stuff either just because of that slight fear. If you befriend him, he'll be more likely to share his food with you then with a guy.

Jack mostly treats you as an equal. No more, no less. Though he can be kinda awkward at first, once you befriend him he's a lot more chill.

Now the rest of Savanaclaw is spilt into two. Seeing you are the mom of Savanaclaw or being sexiest against you. If you are a fighter then you can easily put the sexiest ones in their place. If not, Jack can do it for you. Mostly the ones who see you as mom, would go to war for you. Like you are highly respected. Now if you accept the title then it's a whole lot of caring for dumbass's after fights, and making sure everyone hydrates after work outs. If you don't accept it, it doesn't matter cause they aren't dropping it. But you can kick their ass if they get to annoying.

During sports you have a whole line of bestmen and humans alike cheering for you! Like personal cheerleaders. And during school hours you have a bunch of guys coming through checking up on you, seeing if you are okay. They gotta take care of their dorm mom.

If you get your period, the whole dorm knows. Fun fact, period blood doesn't smell like fresh blood so they know it's your period to. Expect to find a basket of chocolate at your door, with a note saying " please accept this, in return don't kill us."

Octavinelle

Azul has a different opinion depending on what you are like.

I imagine if you got sorted into this dorm then you are more like a shady capitalist. If that's the case then he constantly feels threatened by you and has the Twins keep an eye on you.

If you are more Naive or more sweet then he is a lot less afraid and he puts you to work at the Lounge. Like as a hostess or a waitress, in order to lure more costumers.

If you were forced to share a room with boys he'd arrange another room for you...for a price. Man has no chill.

Jade doesn't really treat you any differently. More or less isn't fazed. He will still beat you up if he has to, and it won't make him go softer on you.

Floyd also doesn't care. He treats you the same as well. Honesty I could see him forgetting you are a girl. If you are a bit curvier he will squish you more. If you are the skinny side he likes to shake you. He swears you raddle. He will base his nickname off your personality, rather then your gender.

As far as the other students? Well everyone tries to budy up with you just purely based on business. It's an opportunity to get you to do stuff for them. If you're at negotiation then you'd be sitting pretty on favors, thaumbucks, and stuff.

Now if you choose not take Azul up on his deal and you are forced to share a room, they will be respectful and not change in front of you but other then that? You are on your own unless they owe you. Need pads/ tampons? Sams shop isn't to far away and you have working legs. It can be kinda hard to make friends in this dorm, with everyone being so shady and always wanting something from you. There really isn't anyone to help if you get harrassed either (unless you befriend the twins, then big scary dog previlige), though if you complain to Azul enough he will step in. You have to be pretty independent to be in this dorm.

Scarabia

Kalim and you are besties. It doesn't matter if agreed to it, he just thinks you are so cool! He treats you like his little sister...so basically like all the other students. He is always inviting to parties and he will take you out on magic carpet rides! He may come off strong but he just wants you to feel comfortable. He does put a lot of stress on jamil though with this...well even more stress.

I feel like if you had to share a room with boys and said you weren't comfortable with that then he would build a whole new just for you! Oh come on, it's the least you he could do to make you comfortable.

Jamil takes a lot longer to be cozy with you. He treats you with respect but doesn't really interact with you more then he has to which he has to a lot thanks to Kalim. Unless you befriend him somehow, then he slowly becomes more protective over you.

Kalim tries his best but doesn't understand female problems. Jamil on the other hand is the one to call if you have really bad cramps that wont go away or need help getting pads/tampons. Just take it easy on him, he's already got a lot to deal with.

The rest of the dorm is pretty nice to you. Most of them try to be helpful where they can, and it's really easy to befriend guys your age. Not a lot of harassment happens here but when it does Jamil will handle it unless you take care of it yourself. Even if he doesn't like you that much, he still doesn't believe in acting that way to girls just cause his little sister.

if you refused to let Kalim build you a room then some of the boys would move in with each other to let you have a room to yourself.

Pomefoire

Vil is even harder on you then he is on other students. He doesn't want you to get away with stuff and not put your best in just because you are female. He will push and push to do your best. From skin care regimens and diets, to work outs and class's on etiquette (depends on what you need according to him.) you would be his secret favorite but he would never tell anyone. Best believe though you will have your own room, and bathroom. He'll get you to chat with him. Tell him who you like, who bothers you. I can just see him judging whoever you like so hard. especially if it was another Dormleader like " Really? Couldn't you do a little better?"

Rook is a little more flirty to you, but not to much that anyone notices. I think flirty is just his personality. Anyways he is a real gentleman, still does as Vil says but gently. He also seems to get a bit protective over you, often getting people when they make you uncomfortable, even if you can handle it yourself.

He thought you were just a girly guy like him at first. Once he finds out your a girl, Epel thinks he has to look out for you. But makes a bunch of off hand comments that make Vil smack him. He is one of those "you can't hit a girl" kind of dudes.

As for the rest Pomefiore, they don't even notice you are a girl. Even if you very curvy. They just think it's drag or something. If your Skinner they just think your a normal student. Unless you tell anyone you are a girl they won't know. If you do tell them they don't care. I can't really see anyone in the dorm messing with you. If not from pure "I don't care enough" then it's the fear of Vil and Rook.

Vil refuses to let you share a dorm room, even if you are fine with it. Unlike Riddle he won't try to go through Crowley. He'll just do it. If there aren't any other rooms then you can stay with him. He if that does happen, he will be very respectful but you won't be able to escape his nagging.

I can see Vil kind of catering to your needs. Like he keeps tampons and pads in the dorms bathroom and giving you ways to get blood out of your clothes. He wants you to feel comfortable.

Ignihyde

Idia, talking to someone? Let alone a girl? Yeah no. He maybe talked to you once or twice because Ortho made him. He stays as far away from you as possible.

Ortho and you are friends. He is just so adorable how could you not? Even if you are shy, it's fine cause he's not. Once you are friends he constantly trying to get his brother and you to interact, but that works as well as trying to introduce water and oil.

Don't worry about sharing a room either cause if you have to, your dorm mates are never there. They refuse to interact with anyone. Hell, I can imagine a student making a wall divider just so no one doesn't have to talk.

It's safe to say no one is gonna harass you. They would feel scared being around you. I guarantee you that they have never talked to a real girl, and they don't plan to. That does mean you are on your own, about everything. It can also be hard to make friends but not impossible. Just hard. But hey you have the best wifi in the whole school! I imagine if you are in this dorm you are probably more antisocial yourself so you are probably fine with no one talking to you. But if you aren't, probably look for friends outside of your dorm.

I'm sorry this one is shorter, there isn't a lot to say on this dorm.

Diasomnia

Malleus is more then welcoming. Though he will keep his distance if you are scared of him. If you aren't then you will quickly become friends with him. He doesn't really see you differently then other students, but he does understand you may find some challenges that other students won't and he tries his best to accommodate to that.

If you share a dorm room, and you aren't comfortable he will get you another room to yourself. Very easily to. If you are fine with it or don't say anything then he won't know to so speak up. Feel free to complain to him. I don't know why but I see him being a softer dorm leader.

Lilia has to adopted you, sorry. Sebek and Silver both betray you, and point to you whenever Lilia asks who wants to try his cooking....if you survived feel free to punch them.

Speaking of Sebek and Silver, Sebek dislikes you. Or at least at first. He thinks your far to close to Malleus, but also you should worship him? Can't have your cake and eat it to. But after awhile he accepts you but barely.

Silver likes you just fine. I can see really anyone getting along with him. The only thing really wrong about him is sleepyness but he can't help that. So you two will probably become friends no matter your personality.

As far as the rest of dorm goes (is there other students? But nah really) most people leave you be. Not really talking to you or paying attention to you. I don't really see anyone fucking with you here, but if they do lilia will see to it if you don't handle it yourself. If Malleus finds out though, boy do they get the hell out of NRC. Malleus doesn't believe in sexism. Really none of the Diasomnia boys do but Malleus and Lilia have the power to do something about it.

Lilia and Silver is a lot more understanding of Female problems then Malleus and Sebek. Silver is a very understanding kind of guy, and Lilia's old has experience. I imagine fae also have periods but they are different. So lilia might not understand entirely but knows the basics. Malleus is clueless though he tries to understand. He will ask questions on everything if you allow him to, if not Lilia will explain. He just wants to know, so he can help. Sebek though just refuses to learn or care. He doesn't see you any different from anyone else really. So he treats you like he does all the other first year's (your poor eardrums). None other then Malleus ( if you've befriended him) are that protective of you. With most viewing you can take care of yourself just fine.

If you do end up sharing a room though, I feel like it'd probably be with Sebek. Who doesn't care whether you are Female or not. He won't change in front of you or try to peep at you. He will leave your stuff alone to. But sharing a room with him comes with it's own challenges.

He will still keep up his shrine to Malleus. He will hog the bathroom half the morning. He will be very loud in the morning and at night. Great seven forbid you stay up past 9pm.

I don't really see you sharing a room with other dorm members but if you do, then they mostly leave you alone. They won't change in front of you but that's it. Not really much to say there.

Bonus

If you leave Bras around your room in ignihyde, One of the boys will faint.

If you're in Pomefiore, you will be one Crewels favorite students.

In Heartslabyul, if you leave a little pad station in the bathroom, some of the first year boys will start using them as badaides.

The Savanaclaw boys use Hair ties and Srunchies as a weapon so if you have long hair, good luck.

If you are in Diasomonia, and rooming with Sebek. If you leave blood on the toilet seat, he will freak out asking in a very tsundere way if you are okay, once it's explained...Lilia will not let him live it down like ever.

If you are in Octavinille, don't ever leave a bra or undergarment in the open. Floyd will use it as a sling shot. (ace would to)

In Scarabia, Kalim forgets you are girl sometimes. Like" hey you want to go swimming with me? I had a pool put in yesterday! Everyone was getting way to hot!" "sorry I can't im on my period" "What?". Jamil faceplamed, cause Kalim knows what a period is, he just forgot you get them.

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etfrin · 8 months

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Feral

warning - NSFW (p in v sex, no prep, nonconsensual somnophilia but reader wakes up and she is okay with it so does it count? IDK. Ethan is kinda rough, mentions of blood and murder, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie)

Ghostface! Ethan Landry x female!reader

summary: Ethan was bragging about you to his latest kill but then they say that one you will leave him and that makes him fucking feral.

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It wasn't new for Ethan crawling through your window after a kill. There's nothing more comforting than having your body heat beside him after he left someone bloodless and cold. He loved cuddling after a kill. Ironic? But who cares? He didn't. You certainly didn't.

Today was something different however, his heart was pumping the adrenaline of a kill in his veins but he didn't feel at peace like he did. He felt annoyed, angry, and overwhelmed. His victim's words got to him.

That you would leave. His lovely dear girlfriend who accepted him the moment he revealed the truth to you. You didn't care that he was a murderer. All that matters to you is that he was still Ethan.

He crawls to your bed beside you. You were asleep. He had cleaned up after the kill, and freshly showered. His clean scent mixed up with the slightest hint of sweat coming from you. Your back was to his chest, his nose buried into your hair, trying to breathe you in. Trying to find solace in your presence.

"You can't leave," he whispers in the dark. "You can't leave me," he growls, growing agitated by the second. His hand goes down your thigh, you wore shorts. He slips them off. His hand finds his destination in your pussy. He rubs his palm against it. Once, twice. He was still mumbling about the fact that you can't leave him. You can't, you can't, you can't.

God, he felt like he was going insane. He takes his cock out. He spits on his palm and rubs it on his cock before he does the same with your cunt. Spreading makeshift lube onto your folds.

He doesn't hesitate a second as he pushes the tip of his dick into your familiar heat. He lets out a groan from the feeling. You were dry, he wondered for a moment if you could grow as wet and slick as you usually are for him while asleep.

He takes the tip out, his jaw clenching from the loss of not being inside you. He pins you down underneath him. Moving you like a puppet. A pretty one. He raises the t-shirt you are wearing to expose your breasts. He doesn't play with them much, wanting to get to the main course. He kisses the nipples before he moves between your thighs.

He breathes into the familiar scent of you and spits onto your folds. After doing so multiple times, he spreads it all over your cunt. Getting it slick. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing small circles. He could feel your thighs tense.

No, no, that wouldn't do, he thinks. He wanted you to wake up while he was buried deep within you. Marking you. He immediately stops his actions. He didn't bother prepping you in fear that you might wake you.

You're his love, of course, you wouldn't mind taking his cock without any prep. You can do it.

He thrusts into you in one smooth stroke. He bites his lower lip hard enough to bleed so he can stop his groan. Every time felt like the first time for him. He lets himself adjust to the warmth gripping his cock like a vice. His hands are on either side of you and his forehead is pressed against yours.

He gives you a small kiss before his hips begin to grind. Inch by inch so he could stretch you out properly. His head falls between the crook on your neck, one of his hands now on your throat. He wasn't squeezing it, but it was just there. His fingertips feel your pulse.

It filled with him relief. You're here, you're alive and you're his. He doesn't stop his sounds anymore, his thrusts having no pace just chasing whatever made him feel good. He could feel your pulse starting to get faster, your walls squeezing. You were up. He grins, "Darling?"

"Ethan," you moan, your hand going to his hair, fingers into his locks. He pressed a kiss on your ear. "You're awake," he whispers. "Uh huh," you whine, your walls twitching.

"You won't leave me right?" He questions, his eyes peering at your wide ones. "Huh?" You replied back. Unable to think about anything but his cock.

He could feel annoyance creeping in about the fact you didn't reply yes immediately. The hand around your throat tightened, just a bit. Just enough for a feel.

"You," he hisses with a deep thrust, hard enough to rock the bed. He said, "Won't," thrust, "Leave," thrust, "Me," thrust, "Right?" thrust.

You could find yourself nodding, your walls pulsing around his cock near your release. He chuckles, "Good. Because the only way you could leave is when I decide to kill you, my love."

Fuck. His words make your eyes roll back and cum. Your walls spasming, milking his cock just the way he liked. With a grunt, he spills into you. Thick white ropes of cum being fucked inside of you until he slips out.

He lays beside you, his body flushed red. "One of the victims was mean today," he pouts. After you managed to catch your breath, you replied, "Who cares? That fuck is dead." You pressed a kiss on his forehead. "You're the one here right now, alive." You whispered.

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thebearer · 8 months

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lip gallagher with baby mia when one of the boys accidentally hurts her while they’re playing🥺

"How long you think they'll stay out there?" Lip rasped, hands smoothing down your waist, your hips.

"Hm," You sigh, leaning back against his chest, his chin hooking over your shoulder. "Probably not long enough." You grin.

Lip presses a kiss to your shoulder- inviting. "Think we could make it quick." Lip muttered, hips flush against yours. "Just bend over f'me, I'll be real quick-"

A screech, high pitched and urgent had you both stilling, every parental atom in your bodies halting and jumping with alarm. Lip looked out the window over the sink. Jude, Freddie, and Ronan all standing in a half circle over Amelia.

"Shit," Lip muttered, bounding out the back door towards the kids. "What happened? What's goin' on?" He demanded, looking at his boys with a stern glare.

Amelia sobbed, big tears that streamed down her cheeks, hands and knees skinned and bleeding. "What happened? C'mere, Mia." Lip cooed, picking up the four year old, holding her to his hip.

All three of his boys stared at him, unmoving, a little guilty. "Hey, I'm not askin' again." Lip snapped, firm and commanding. "What happened? How did your sister get hurt?"

You came down the steps, a wet cloth in hand, just in time to see Ronan start to crack. He was your baby, never very good at lying, especially to you.

"Oh, Mia, what happened? Are you ok?" You cooed, running a hand down her messy curls. "Roanie," You looked at your youngest softly. "What happened? Did she fall?"

"Yeah," Jude said before Ronan could answer. "She-She tripped."

"Ronan," You hummed. "Did your sister trip?"

Ronan fidgeted under the looks of you and Lip, unsure and nervous with his brother's beside him. You and Lip knew better, knew that one of them got too rough and pushed her.

"Jude pushed her." Freddie rolled his eyes. "Jude just own up to it. You're gonna get us all in trouble." He muttered.

"I didn't mean to!" Jude snarled, diving at his brother to smack him in a way that contradicted his opposition. "She wanted to play with us, and-and she got in the way!"

"Yeah? You're supposed to be careful." Lip tried to contain his irritation. Jude was a kid, they all were, only seven. "You're not 'sposed to lie to us either. What'd we say about that?"

"It's not fair!" Jude whined, shoulders dropping in a fit. "You make us play with Mia, and she doesn't even know how to! She cries all the time!"

"Hey," Lip snapped.

"Jude," You pressed a hand to Lip's arm soothingly. "You just have to be a little careful with her, ok? She's still little." Jude bristled with anger, lip jutting and face scrunching- he looked just like Lip. "And Mia, when the boys are playing, you need to get out of their way, ok?" You turn towards your youngest.

Lip glares at you, hugging Mia closer to his chest. You fight back an eye roll, he babied her so much- so soft now.

"Take her inside. I'll get the first aid in a sec." You mutter to Lip, nodding towards the door. "C'mere, Judie." You coo, pulling the sulking, young boy close.

"I know you don't like playing with your sister all the time, but thank you for including her." You whisper, your forehead against his. "She loves playing with you."

"I know." Jude sighs, breath a little shaky. "She just... She gets in the way, Mama."

"I know." You hum, hand stroking down his curls. "Just let me know next time, ok? You don't push people down."

"I didn't mean to." Jude whined. "She was in my way."

"Still," You countered. "You don't push. Tell her to move, and if she doesn't, come get me or Daddy, ok?" Jude nods, still a little pouty. "Ok, go play. You guys have about an hour then it's bath time." You announced, pressing a kiss to the top of Jude's head, before the three boys scattered back out to play.

Lip had Mia in his lap, rocking her soothingly while he tried to wipe away the dirt. He was so gentle, holding the cloth to her hands and pressing kisses to the palms. It made your heart burst.

"How's it look?" You ask, reaching under the sink for the First Aid- with four kids, it was always stocked.

"Just scraped." Lip muttered. "Think it just needs Neosporin and some bandaids."

"Does it hurt, baby?" You ask Mia, frowning lightly at her quivering little lip.

"Yeah." Amelia nodded, curling into Lip's lap. "I fell'd, and-and hurt my hands and my knees, Mama." She lisped, rubbing her wet eyes.

"I know. Daddy's been taking care of you, though, hasn't he?" You coo, pulling the Neosporin out. "Here, this will make you feel better, ok? Let Mama put it on."

"Burn?" Mia asked, pulling her hands back frantically before you could put the cream on. You'd had to use peroxide on a cut for her a few weeks ago and she'd screamed at the burn. Now she was terrified all medicine would burn.

"No, not burn. You won't feel this one at all." You hum, slathering her little scrapes in Neosporin. "You wanna pick out your bandaids?"

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kitorin · 8 months

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8:13 am - s.akito

Shinonome Akito doesn't and hasn't loved.

He adores and loves his mother of course, and she reciprocates full heartedly. Him and Ena may constantly argue but they both know very well that they'd die for each other. But in an romantic context he's absolutely repulsed.

Akito doesn't want it. Music is above everything and everyone. Relationships can't compare to the fleeting moments of the spotlight during a show—nor the exhilarating satisfaction of noticing improvement after excruciating hours of practice.

It's such an ugly concept too. His father only hurts his sister, almost singlehandedly ruining her art career and being the sole reason she can't believe in herself anymore— all while justifying his actions with the excuse of love.

Akito doesn't want love either. The only enticing desire that ever came to visit him were self improvement. It's a satisfactory way of living. Unlike others he never suffered from pining for another nor struggling to pick up the pieces of his own heart— it can't happen if he doesn't open it up to anyone at all.

It was futile thought, no matter how much he tried to follow that philosophy, or how long he's been able to abide by it— because right next to him lies the disruption in his peace.

Sunlight bleeds through the curtains, illuminating your sleeping expression, Akito observes the gentle rise of your chest, entranced with your gentle breathing.

Romance is stupid. So is love, trivial and useless, if it hurt his family then why should he bother luxuriating in it. It's foolish, an utter waste of time, something only an idiot would bother pursuing.

Yet he finds himself here, remaining in bed just to stare at someone, despite the fatigue itching behind his eyes.

Even with your hair in a mess and your face lazily squished against a pillow, it's one of the most ethereal sights he's ever laid his eyes on. A sight only for him. Akito always adores how you look no matter what, but something about seeing you at full peace makes him smile a bit harder.

He hated it, loathed how you were the bane of his existence, the fault in his once flawless discipline. Akito always prioritises practice. He doesn't spend money unless it was for the sake of his performances. And he abides his strict sleep schedule constantly.

But here he is, hours past the time he usually wakes up, admiring the person he's probably spent almost tens of thousands of yen on, even if there's a bit of drool accumulating on their bottom lip.

Akito can go on about how much he hates you. Ever since you stepped into his life, he found himself skipping practice to hang out with you. Prize money went to buying you your favourite books, and the time reserved for picking out song lists went to binging all of your show recommendations. One of his solo shows were entirely forgot by him; all because he felt the urge to blurt out his feelings for you.

You're a flaw. A weakness. A falter in what he calls control.

Initially, he thought he lost it. With how he was constantly reminded of his infinite adoration for you, it didn't take long to accept.

Every detail of you is imprinted in his mind. Your rambles sooth his stress; you could be complaining about someone and it'd still be music to his ears. The way you express yourself is so sweet to him, as smooth as honey and saccharine like the summer air. Your touch is warm, a comforting spring night that flushes his face red every single time.

Being loved was just as addictive. No one's ever bought him flowers, or written him poetry or little love notes during class. He'd never kissed someone until you, nor laughed so hard until he gasped for air.

Through half lidded eyes he notices movement in your body, with a yawn your arms reach out to Akito, though not quite enough to pull him closer. He obliges to your motions, muscular arms wrapping around you as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Mornin'."

You respond with incoherent murmurs, burying your face into his warm chest, pressing against his now racing heartbeat. He stifles a laugh after seeing your reaction, patting your head.

A glimpse at the time and he knows he should probably go home soon. His mum must be worried after he stormed out of the house late at night, almost breaking down from hearing another argument invade the comfort of his room.

"I need to go." Raspy and careful, he whispers into your ear. "I'll see you at school." His movements halt as you cling onto his wrist.

"Stay. Please."

As if second nature Akito complies. His body obeys before he can even process your words mentally, returning to your initial position with him. He takes it as an opportunity to throw your blanket back onto you.

"Are you sure...? Didn't you have a morning shift today?"

"I wanna stay here with you."

And I would stay here with you forever, if I could. "I'll be here for as long as you'd like then." Another kiss. This time on your cheek.

"Can't go to work anyways." He asks why, mumbling with his face against your neck. "'m sick."

Akito withdraws. "Really?" Urgency wards off lethargy. Was he out of it? He didn't notice you cough or sneeze, and your breathing seemed stable too.

You nod, wearily. "Yeah. Lovesick." Akito flicks your forehead, almost instantaneously.

He ignores your complaints. "Idiot. Don't worry me again." He scolds you as if a smile wasn't tugging at his lips. "C'mon, sleep more. We stayed up late last night."

"Worry about yourself more. You literally carried me to my room because I fell asleep on the couch."

He shrugs it off. "You're not heavy."

In return, you scoff. "Still would've been more convenient to sleep there."

"You say that as if I wouldn't shoulder the weight of the world for your sake." His lithe finger poke your cheek. "One more hour. Sleep just that and I'll buy you lunch later."

"As if you ever let me pay."

Akito shrugs again, he'd do anything for you, that included making sure your wallet was never empty. His father was rich, might as well make the most of it even if he loathes him. "Bookstore as well, then."

You give in, surrendering to his deal. "Fine. Since you're so insistent."

And so he grins at his victory, tucking you in again and joining you. He intertwines his fingers with yours, calloused thumb stroking your knuckles as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Akito feels so relax that it finds it unsettling, it's as if he never broke down from hearing his family argue— as if said struggles never existed in the first place.

Love is still poison to Akito, only you seem to make it appear so intoxicating— if it's you he'll allow himself to indulge in said venom, even if it puts his fragile heart at risk.

taglist (send an ask to be added) : @yuzurins, @chigirizzz (not a proper fic but take a drabble in the mean time)

#virtualnetwork #shinonome akito #fluff #shinonome akito x reader #pjsekai #pjsekai x reader #vivid bad squad #project sekai #prsk #prosekai #pjsk fanfic #project sekai x reader

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blood-grove · 4 months

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His Kid (Pup?)

dog!price + human! child reader (gender neutral pronouns)

tws; fluff , fluffy , fluff , minor injury :( , i would say language barriers but lets just say you both can understand each other. no use of y/n sumamry; prices rambles about you! eventually realizing that hes a sucker for you and your his kid now.

Gods if you didn't stop fucking running off when they took this..what'd they'd call themselves? Human a couple of weeks ago he didn't expect to have a basically oversized puppy keeping all of the unit on there toes.

We couldnt really tell if there were old for there species we guess not it took a look for them to learn boundaries especially when we first encountered them they said they were 12 years old it was clear then that 'human' years were different from ours they clearly weren't some old greying dog.

There so damn touchy, Honestly weren't they raised with any manners? Putting there hands in our faces , tugging tails , pulling off my damn hat. They learned there lesson with the random touching when they tried to..'pet' Simon, I know he didn't mean to bite them I could instantly see the flash of guilt in his eyes when he nipped them purely out of how much they had gotten him riled up they've been avoiding him now as of recent but I'm sure the human just needs time the humans skin was fragile the nip was enough to cause it to bleed a candy and bandage later they were fine. I've recently spotted them and Ghost together the human drawing mumbling and rambling on about something as Simon just watched I couldn't help but grin slightly at the sight, They had there calm moments the slow days around the base I could hear them making those weird noises that they do..'giggling?' it sounded more like a little piglet squealing when them and Soap would be running around base. Oh right them and Soap truly a pair together whether that's a good thing or not its still to be decided thought it was sure Soap was the perfect dog to help them tucker out enough for a nap, Honestly out of all of us I'm pretty sure Soap is reason for most of there scratches and bruises somethings in the earlier weeks forgetting that there not a adult dog despite being around the size of one they were easily knocked over plus easily scratched with Soaps claws accidentally grated against them.

Pretty sure I've been recently been hearing Soap filing down his nails(finally bloody fuckin' hell I was half convinced I'd have to force him to the groomers) to a manageable level which is a wine in my book no more hearing the damn bastard slip and slid on the smooth floor. The pup is great around Gaz a healthy medium between Soap and Ghost you could easily find them both laying around even with Pup laying on Gaz's stomach as he rambled on about something Gaz seemed to be alright with the petting we all eventually assumed that was how the human showed affection but of course there's still boundaries between us so they human learned to ask before petting us. I'm not to fond of petting but sometimes the human will come in my office and just sit there either watching him work or looking around the office just something about them is so..I don't even know the word they eventually one day laid against me I didn't know really what to do so I just stayed still eventually laying down letting them cuddle closer. There're pretty damn cute. Shit. I just sighed as I gently pulled them closer as I went back to finishing up the report..I hoped we'd keep em' for bit longer.

#call of duty #cod #dog au #reader #gender nuetral reader #no use of y/n #john price #captian price #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #gaz cod #task force 141 #tf 141 #first story #child reader

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inklore · 8 months

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lost in the fire

premise: as miguel pulls you on top of him he knows that no matter what happens, no matter who is sent to kill you next, letting you die will never be an option.

pairing: assassin!miguel o'hara x f!assassin!reader

word count: 1.4k

contents: mentions of guns and violence, bruises, blood, brief piv, sooo much angst, enemies to lovers, this is an au therefore not comic canon.

note: i didn't expect to actually really love this lil storyline so if there's any interest whatsoever i could for sure see this as a mini series.

haunted hoedown day eight.

This might be the last time.

The final straw that breaks the patience of his boss.

The ammunition that loads the gun and has it pressed to his temple. That finally pulls the trigger and puts an end to this web of chaos—lust—and fuckups he continuously lets happen when he’s sent out to kill her.

To kill you.

An endless chase is what he tells his boss.

A tip off.

A job that’s set up for him to lose because you’re always three steps ahead of him.

Someone has to be setting him up. A thorn in his side that refuses to be pulled out to allow him to wrap his hands around your throat, pulling life from your lungs instead of moans.

But he knows after this, after this fuckup, after coming back empty handed again, this will be the last time. That they’ll send someone else to do his job. That he will no longer chase you around a new city or country and end up between your legs.

Bruises and dried blood around eyes and noses, cheeks, and eyebrows smoothed out by hungry lips and gentle teeth.

The next person sent to kill you won’t fight you for dominance; won’t put his fist to your cheek to wind you enough to wrap a hand around the back of your neck to pull you to his lips.

No.

It’ll be a gun pointed at your head.

A knife at your throat.

And as much as Miguel loves his job, as easy as it for him to kill someone. To not bat an eye when blood stains his suits, his skin, his tongue from a cut lip, he loves you more.

He hates himself for it.

Grovelled over it for nights, days, months, a year.

Swears the next time will be when he comes to his senses and does his fucking job. Not end up in bed with you. Not let your nails dig into his back, his thighs in pleasure, but instead in pain.

Instead of begging him to let you come, you’ll be begging for him to not kill you.

Then he sees you.

That cat like look in your eyes—michief, tortment, a challenge—and he’s back to where he’s started. Ignoring all the consequences that will come from this.

He hasn’t asked you if you feel the same. Doesn’t dare.

You were sent to kill him the first time. He sent to kill you.

And instead of either of you doing your jobs, you ended up in bed.

Again.

And again.

He’s seen you kill so easily. He’s seen you bleed. He’s seen you stitch yourself up. He’s seen you come. He’s heard you whisper sentiments in his ear that sound too close to love to not be anything other than that, but when morning comes, you’re gone, and it’s as if it never happened. The clock resetting, the board wiped clean to start the game all over again.

A note scribbled in your handwriting on the pillow that still smells like you of your next coordinates. An invitation to actually do his job—an invitation to give it up and come to you on his own and not with a contract attached to it.

He doesn’t know which holds more truth.

Doesn’t know why he never let himself jump over the hurtle to find out.

Together the two of you could take down whatever men are sent to do what the both of you should have done a year ago. You were the best. He was the best.

“No weaknesses; we need people like that in this business.” His boss had said. Complimented him on how little he cared about in life other than doing his job and doing it well.

He can hear the disappointed grunt his boss will give before he shoots him between the eyes, discovering the only weakness Miguel has is the woman standing in front of him now.

Your scowl casts a dark shadow over the fire in your eyes. A fire that’s usually there for other reasons. Not from the heavy sentiment that holds the tension in the air after he’s said them. You’re angry at him for swiping the board clean of all the pawns. From letting reality in before both of you actually wined up dead.

“Don’t you know how sick with love I am for you?” There’s anger in his voice, but it’s not at you. It’s never at you. It’s anger hiding the anguish he feels for feeling for you. For letting himself fuck a target.

For letting it go past that.

For letting the ice around his heart melt instead of holding steady enough to get the promotion that would surely come from your blood on his hands.

The thought alone makes him sick.

“Love has nothing to do with this.” The anger in your voice holds nothing but that. The only slip of anything other than fumes and flames ready to burn is your hands. How your fingers crack and twitch at your sides.

A tick of nervousness, a tick of things getting too real for you—something Miguel picked up after he let it slip that he loved you one night. How you can’t stop fidgeting when he asks you about work or asks you why you don’t just kill him.

“Put me out of my misery because I’ll be stuck in it if I don’t kill you, and I can’t.”

“You just don’t want me to be the death of you because you’re not man enough to do what you’ve been sent to do.”

There’s a sting in his chest, one he has to look away from you to swallow down. His fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “There’s no getting out of this alive for either of us. This is the best option.”

The suggestion, the plan he had come up with before showing up here, that he had begged you to listen to. A plan that would have the both of you running for the rest of your lives, but you’d be together.

Alive.

Together.

“There is no best option here, Miguel.” You turn your back to him. Your reflection in the window shows all the emotions you’re not letting him see—not allowing him to see. “Not when love is involved. Everyone loses.”

Love is involved.

The closest you’ve come to actually telling him you love him.

His heart squeezes, his eyes shut, clenching.

When he walks over to you, when his hand runs along your side, he can feel you try to move away, silently resisting him. But your body doesn’t get the memo from the neurons in that beautiful brain of yours because you’re leaning into him when his palm splaws against your abdomen.

Fingers at the junction of your neck and chin to turn your head to look at him. The anger in your eyes glossed over by the same anguish he feels pulling the strings of his heart.

“One of us dies or both of us do.” Miguel says softly, eyes looking from yours to your mouth. “Because I’m leaving this room with you, not without you. You do your job,” kill him, “or we make the chase fun for them before they do what we never could.”

There’s a silence that falls where you’re just staring at him. Every thought and word you’re not speaking all over your face. “I don’t think I like this hero complex of yours,” you sigh, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck.

The corners of Miguel's mouth pull from a smirk into something soft, “you know how to stop it.”

“As much as I like to make you bleed, I like you living even more.” You say before bringing your mouth up to his. The kiss gentler than you’re both used. A kiss that cements both of the targets on your backs into a beacon for your bosses to come and find you.

Kill you.

But as Miguel pulls you on top of him, the two of you working quick to pull him from his pants and have you sink down on him—a mutual breath of relief falling from your open mouths—he knows that no matter what happens, letting you die will never be an option.

Killing when you have nothing to lose is never quite as gruesome as when you do have something, someone.

And you’re not something Miguel is going to lose.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara angst #atsv smut #atsv fanfiction #miguel o'hara one shot #atsv fic #miguel o'hara fanfiction #haunted hoedown #hauntedhoedown

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megalony · 9 months

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Painless- Part 3

Here is the newest part of my Henry Cavill series, any feedback would be lovely I hope you all like it. There is a lot of fluff ahead.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @avyannadawn @noonenuts @sleepylunarwolf @coverupps @justagirlthatlovedtoread

Series Taglist: @angelcavill66 @coldmooninthedark @fanfictionaddiction99 @bloodyinspiredfuck @kingliam2019

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Summary: Henry and (Y/n) have their hands full looking after their kids, especially Toby who has a rare genetic condition where he can't feel or process pain.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head as she slowly walked through the reception doors and approached the desk on her left. She couldn't count the times she had walked through these doors over the years, sometimes because Toby had a fever, other times because they suspected he had broken something. A lot of the time it was when he had a fall and the school just weren't sure what to do with him when he could have no physical symptoms so there was a fifty fifty chance he was either fine or injured.

All of those times (Y/n) had walked in here for Toby specifically, this time she was here for Levi. That was something that didn't happen very often.

"Hi, I'm here for Levi Cavill." (Y/n) could feel something swirling in her stomach when she realised it was Rachel behind the desk today. From her many visits, (Y/n) had gotten to know the staff and the teachers very well, and Rachel wasn't the nicest receptionist here.

She was snotty and crude unless it was Henry who came in to collect the boys, then she was all sugar and roses and no attitude.

"Yes, he's just waiting through here."

Hiking her bag higher up on her shoulder, (Y/n) managed a tight-lipped smile and followed the older woman down the corridor on the right and over to a small office. The smile on her face morphed into a look of surprise when (Y/n)'s sight set on both the twins, not just one. Toby was waiting for her too.

"Hey boys, how we doing?" (Y/n) let her bag slide down to the floor before she knelt down in front of the pair of them.

The room they had been placed in was relatively small, much like a cleaning cupboard with a tiny desk squashed up beneath the window at the far end and two chairs against the wall on the left. Levi was sat with his head on his knees, groaning quietly while Toby was perched next to him with an arm around his shoulders.

For all their differences, the twins were close. They were identical in their features, their lean figures and tall height they inherited from Henry and his brothers. But Levi had his brown curls trimmed short whereas Toby liked to grow them longer, like Henry. And Toby had a lot of little white scars around his lips, in the corners of his eyes and littering his arms and hands from unintentionally biting and scratching himself as a toddler.

"Levi, baby, you okay?" (Y/n) smoothed her hands up and down his sides, trying to coax him to sit up and look at her and when he did, she took a sharp breath.

His nose was turning a dark shade of rouge and purple and there was dried blood smeared down his lips and chin and a wad of tissues crumpled up on his lap that looked more like a red hankie than white tissue paper.

Nobody said he'd had a nose bleed, if they did (Y/n) would have told them to sit with him and get him a cold compress because when Levi had a nosebleed, it could last for a while. All she got told was he'd had a fall and banged his head and they thought it was best if he went home early.

"You didn't mention the nosebleed," Her hands stayed on his sides but she didn't like the look she received when she turned her head to see Rachel.

"Does it matter?"

(Y/n) shook her head and took a deep breath before she looked back at her boys to see Toby smiling gently at her and Levi jotting his eyes from side to side like he was seeing spots.

"Do you feel alright, baby?"

"Yeah, I can see now and my head isn't splitting anymore."

"What did you do?"

"He tripped on someone's bag and smacked his head into the table, he blacked out for a few seconds then had the nosebleed." Toby started to swing his legs back and forth on the chair but he felt like shrinking when he watched his mum's eyes widen and her expression turned to stone. He could see her shaking with anger and her lips curl up with venom before she got up and when she stood in front of them, it made Toby feel like she was a warrior protecting them from a threat.

"I wasn't told he'd blacked out as well. The next time you call me regarding my kids, I expect the full story and to be fully informed or me and my husband will be down here having a meeting with your principal. I'm taking my boys home now."

She knew it had to be a bad fall for the school to suggest Levi go home early, they only did that regarding Toby because they didn't want to be liable for him becoming ill after a fall. But (Y/n) needed to know the full story, what if she couldn't come down soon enough and Levi passed out while he was waiting for her and Henry? What if the school hadn't decided to call her and he got worse? (Y/n) had a right to know what happened to her children.

She hooked her bag onto her shoulder before she wrapped her arms around Levi and helped him up, relieved when he seemed steady on his feet and he had a bit more colour to his cheeks now.

"Come on."

Both her hands rested on either twin's back and with a stern look, (Y/n) guided them out of the room and past reception. There was no way (Y/n) was letting Toby go back to class for another hour. She wasn't going back home to come back and pick him up in less than an hour, it wasn't worth it and it wouldn't be fair to make him stay when Levi was going home early.

Levi grinned and leaned his head on his mum's shoulder when he heard her mumble 'stupid woman' under her breath.

"Go mum, that was great."

"Are you sure you feel alright? I have a surprise for both of you, but only if you feel up to it." (Y/n) looped her arms around their shoulders and reeled them both into her sides.

"I'm okay, nosebleed stopped, just got a headache. What's the surprise?" Levi sniffed and swiped the back of his hand beneath his nose, but his eyes were full of intrigue as he stared up at (Y/n). Neither twin could imagine what kind of surprise she had in mind. It wasn't a special day, it was Friday, sure, but it wasn't anyone's birthday or a family holiday or a trip.

Usually a surprise was going out to see their grandparents or aunts and uncles or going out for a family meal. Sometimes they had the big surprises, but (Y/n) always kept those a tight-lipped secret. Like when their dad was filming away and they got a surprise trip to go visit him, none of them knew until (Y/n) packed their bags and said they were leaving right then and there. That had been a great surprise.

"It's dad! He's in the car!" Toby clapped his hands when he saw (Y/n)'s car up ahead and immediately noticed the unmistakeable figure sitting in the passenger seat. Henry was home, he had been gone for the past three days doing a mixture of training and small shoots, they weren't expecting him home until Sunday night.

"Well, your dad's just a bonus, you'll find out the real surprise soon."

Both twins ran ahead of (Y/n) to reach the car and they wasted no time in ripping open the front door to see Henry. It was a small struggle for both of them to squeeze through and clamber part-way inside so they could launch themselves onto Henry and hug him.

"Hey! Did you miss me?" Henry coiled an arm around each of them, trying not to wheeze when Levi laid half over his lap to hug him and Toby leaned on his chest with his arms around his neck. He kissed the top of their heads when a round of 'yes!' and 'of course' got muttered into his skin like prayers.

"I had a nosebleed," Levi tilted his head up enough for Henry to move his hand and cup his chin, narrowing his eyes with a frown when he saw the streaked blood on his face and his battered nose that was certainly going to swell up soon.

"Jesus, Levi, what did you do? You're gonna have a black eye you know." Henry busied himself finding the pack of wipes in the glove box and cleaned the blood away. They couldn't go out with him looking like someone had boxed him in the face.

"Fell into the table, Mr James made everyone wait outside when he thought I passed out." As horrid as he felt at the time and how awful it had been when his vision went black and his head started to spin, it had been a whirlwind. He heard everyone get evacuated out into the hallway- everyone except Toby, and Mr James had tried to sit him up and nearly choked when Levi started to speak and his vision came back to him. He almost thought an ambulance might be coming to assess him.

"The receptionist didn't tell me that," (Y/n) muttered quietly when she climbed into the driver's seat and leaned across to kiss Henry's cheek.

"Mum was great, she told her off."

"I'll bet she did," Henry quipped a smirk and glanced across at his wife before he looked back at the boys. "Right, come on get in so we can go." He patted them on the back and nudged them carefully so they could climb out and he could shut the door.

They had already picked Birdie up from nursery on the way down so they could go straight to the surprise. Levi climbed into the middle and wedged himself next to Birdie's car seat before Toby climbed in next to him and they buckled in.

"Where are we going?"

"I told you, it's a surprise, you'll have to wait and see."

"Where are we?" Both boys spoke in union as they climbed out the car and waited patiently for Henry to unbuckle Birdie and hold her in his arms. He knew she was tired and it didn't seem worth it to try and put the strap backpack on her just to walk across the car park and head inside when he could just carry her.

"You'll see when we get inside, come on." Henry kissed Birdie's head and sat her on his hip, smiling when she curled up into his chest and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. She didn't care where they were, she was tired and about ready for a nap but he knew when they got inside, she would soon wake up. He held Toby's hand with his free one and they followed after (Y/n) and Levi who lead the way inside.

"Are we at a pub?" Levi leaned his head on (Y/n)'s arm when they walked through the doors. It looked like they were going out for dinner, maybe they were meeting up with family and that was the big reveal. Whatever it was, he could feel himself bubbling up with excitement at all the prospects of what they were doing and if they were meeting anyone.

Staying quiet, (Y/n) ruffled his short hair and pointed towards some doors at the back of the pub past the bar and the tables. They were coming out for dinner, but there was another reason why she had Henry had chosen to bring the kids here.

"Yes! A play area!"

Henry was quite relieved when they walked through and saw that no one else apart from the staff behind the bar were in the play area. It made things a lot easier when no one would be stood around gawking at them and no one could listen in on their conversations, especially around Toby.

The play area was a large indoor dome that had seating on the left and a large climbing area on the right. There was a ball pit, a lot of levels to climb up, some slides dotted around and foam wheels to climb through and robes to swing from and jump about in. And in the far corner, there was a softer play for toddlers like Birdie. It had a lot of foam shapes to climb on, a very small slide and ball pit and mats to crawl around on.

(Y/n) found a table near to the entrance of the play pen and sat down with all her boys following suit and Henry perched Birdie on his lap. She was tired but she was already starting to perk up when she looked around and realised what she could do here.

"You're in luck boys, no one else is here yet. Me and your dad will grab some drinks, so shoes off and go have fun."

"Wh- I can go in too?"

(Y/n) could have cried at the look of pure confusion on Toby's face but when he reached out to grab Henry's hand, she felt her chest tightening. He had been in soft play areas like this before. He had played on climbing frames in other pubs as long as someone in the family was watching over him.

But recently he hadn't been to anywhere like this. At school he couldn't do athletics or go on the climbing frame and he couldn't play football or rounders for obvious reasons. He sat and watched Levi play and it made him jealous as well as bored and restless and argumentative and both parents understood completely. They knew he deserved some fun and to be able to let off some steam and feel like a kid instead of someone who needed extra care and attention.

"It's padded foam, bud, if you fall you aren't gonna break anything." Henry pointed over to make Toby look around.

Each surface was padded with foam and colourful plastic and there were rope walkways he could climb on if he was careful. He wouldn't break something unless he had a very bad harsh fall which was unlikely. As long as he was careful not to get friction burns on the slides and didn't go too fast and bang his head on any of the plastic around the tunnels, he would be fine to let loose here.

"I can go on everything?"

"Yep. The only catch is you just have to come back out every so often for a break. If Levi starts to get hot and sweaty, you both have a drink and a sit down so you don't overheat. Other than that, get going."

Toby couldn't sweat or flush therefore he couldn't regulate his temperature and if he exercised too much without a break he could overheat his system and get a fever. As long as he took a lot of rest every ten or twenty minutes, he would be fine because otherwise he would just keep playing and playing until he was so tired that he dropped.

They used Levi as a mirror, when he started to go red and sweat or get run down then Toby knew it was time for him to have a break as well.

No more needed to be said for the twins to kick off their shoes and scramble to get into the play area and run rampid.

"Do you wanna go play, Birdie?"

"You come with me daddy?" She was already fumbling to throw her red and blue shoes on the floor before she looked up at him with big doe eyes.

"Course I will,"

"Um, will you fit in there?" (Y/n) twisted around to look behind her at the toddler section. If he was going in there he would have to crouch down to get through the small gate and then he wouldn't be able to stand up in there. He might have to crawl on his knees and there was no way Henry would fit on the small platform that led over to the slide.

"Don't I always?" He was up and following Birdie with his tongue between his teeth and a catfish grin on his face that caused (Y/n) to flush. He knew that wasn't what she meant.

(Y/n) got up and got a tray of drinks from the bar, she knew the boys would want coke, Birdie would have a fruit shoot and Henry would have a beer since (Y/n) was driving today. When the drinks were all out on the table, (Y/n) kicked off her shoes and wandered over to the toddler section with a grin on her face.

Birdie was crawling along the small platform towards the slide and Henry had somehow managed to squeeze himself through into the ball pit at the bottom of the slide, waiting patiently to catch her. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, (Y/n) pressed record and watched Birdie squeal and go down the slide on her stomach. She was relieved she put a vest on the little girl this morning or she would have friction burn on her tummy.

"There's my babygirl!"

"Again, again!"

(Y/n) crawled over to the edge to be out the way when Birdie scrambled from the ballpit to go round and do it again.

"Mum, can you come in here?"

She tilted her head back to look up and saw Levi pressed up against the mesh wire edging, his purple nose poking through the square gap and a wide grin on his face. He was near the foam beams that rolled over so kids could climb under and over them like a car wash.

"Alright," She wasn't so sure it was a good idea but she found herself crawling out and trying to find the nearest entrance to the bigger play area. The last time she had gone into a big play centre with the boys she had been pregnant with Birdie and got braxton hicks in the ball pit. It wasn't fun to have to get Henry and his brother to squeeze in and hoist her up to help her out when she was stuck on her knees like she was praying.

She weaved around a pole and found a set of stairs to climb up but when she got close to Levi, he grinned cheekily before he bolted, expecting and hoping her to chase him.

He led her around a corner, through a deep red tunnel that (Y/n) had to scuffle through, thankful that it was wide enough for her but it certainly wouldn't hold Henry with his new workout regime. Then Levi grabbed a rope and swung across a small drop that had a safety net a few feet down in case any kids couldn't swing over.

"Oh, this isn't fair." (Y/n) placed her hands on her hips and took a deep breath but just as she was about to go for it, something caught her eye.

Henry.

He was stood at the bottom with Birdie on his shoulders, his hands on her sides and a wicked grin on his face waiting for her to jump across.

"Go on babe!"

"Go mummy." Birdie clapped her hands and the pair of them watched (Y/n) grab the middle rope, take a step back and then leap forward. It had been years since she had done anything like this but (Y/n) couldn't deny how good it felt to be playing with the kids instead of worrying about them all the time. Or fearing that she was being too strict on Toby and therefore limiting Levi as well to try and even things out or get them to play fair with each other.

She reached the other side without falling on her arse or landing on her knees but she did wobble into the side and push back off the net to regain momentum and balance.

When she got to Levi, she reached out and hit his bum, shouting 'you're it' before bypassing him and trying to make a break for it.

"Mum," Toby jumped down from the climbing levels he was on when he saw her skid round the corner next to him. He didn't realise she had decided to come in and play with them but it made him smile brightly all the same.

"Levi's it, start running baby." (Y/n) let him take her hand and guide her down a different direction and they hurried over a little rope bridge that wobbled left and right as they walked. "Can I get down that?" (Y/n) eyed the blue slide warily when Toby pointed at it with a smile.

It was a curved slide and then a straight drop down into the large ballpit at the bottom, it didn't bend too much so (Y/n) wouldn't get stuck around each corner, but the slide itself looked small.

"Yeah you will, dad wouldn't though, he's massive." He buffed out his shoulders and took a deep breath to try and imitate Henry but he was too skinny to pretend he had much muscle.

"It's called muscle, baby. Alright quick before I change my mind."

Toby sat down first and (Y/n) sat behind him, coiling her legs around him and giving them a push to get them down.

Levi wasn't far behind them, by the time they landed in the ball pit and tried to scramble out the way, he was shooting down like a bullet and wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, binding himself to her back with a laugh almost identical to Henry's.

"Boys, time to take a break, come grab a drink." Henry waited near the exit to the ball pit, drifting his eyes from the boys over to Birdie to check she was actually still sat down at the table where he left her five feet away. He knew what she was like, she would run off to try and find him in a blind panic if she couldn't see him. He reached his arm out when the boys clambered out and he patted their backs, holding onto Toby's shoulder when he stuck to his side like glue.

"Henry grab her!" (Y/n) tripped trying to reach the small oval gap in the mesh to get out but she frantically pointed over to the table at Birdie.

The four year old had both hands clasped around Henry's beer bottle that was dangerously close to her lips. If she tried to drink that she would make herself sick, the one time Levi had done that as a child he threw up at least three times from the taste and bubbles.

"Birdie no, no put it down!"

Henry let go of Toby and bolted back over to the table just as Birdie took a small gulp and his raised voice sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and she coughed, spilling a bit of beer down her top as a lot of it dribbled past her lips. He never used his authorative voice with her, she wasn't used to hearing him be so loud and stern.

When he reached her he snatched the bottle back and held it high up so she couldn't try and prize it away from him and with his other arm he hooked it around her waist and picked her up, sitting her back on his hip.

"You can't drink that babygirl, you'll be sick, that's daddy's drink."

He swirled the glass a little to check how much she had but she barely had a full mouthful and some of it was dribbled down onto her top so he knew she would be fine.

His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line when she started to whimper and reach her tiny hands out, whining to try and get it back even though he could tell by her expression that she hadn't liked the taste. She wanted it simply because Henry had it.

"Daddy…"

When he could see tears in her eyes, Henry tipped his head back and started to drink the beer, not stopping until he drained the full bottle in one go. He could feel the boys staring at him and Birdie reached her hands out and pawed at his neck and chest like a cat.

"Nope, all gone now babygirl, it's empty." He set the bottle back down on the table before he sat down with her on his lap and handed her the fruit shoot instead. Rolling his eyes when she huffed in disappointment. "Fine, I'll drink this too,"

"No daddy!" She almost screamed when Henry raised the small purple bottle to his lips and this time he let her snatch it back from him and start to guzzle the juice.

He leaned back in his chair, raising a brow at his little girl when she snuggled down into his chest and torso, drinking her juice like she was still a baby nursing a bottle. And when he cast his eyes over at the boys, they were looking around the play area with smiles, clearly plotting what they were going to do next.

It always set something off in Henry's chest when he looked at the differences between his boys. Levi was flushed red which mingled with his slowly bruising nose, but his cheeks were a good shade of pink, sweat was glistening on his forehead and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Toby was just panting lightly, he wasn't sweating, he wasn't flushed and the hairs on his arms weren't moving to release heat. He could spike a fever at any moment and they wouldn't know at all.

He gave no outward signs that he might be ill and that upset Henry, it was why he and (Y/n) were so careful with him, they had to be. Toby's condition was rare, there were less than a thousand recorded cases of CIPA and half of those were adults who developed it, not people who were born with it. Some kids died from this condition with undiagnosed illnesses or burns gone bad or infections.

And it always occurred to Henry as strange that Levi didn't get the same condition. They were identical twins, they shared the same DNA yet there was just one little thing different in Toby's DNA that set him apart and gave him this condition. It was like a fatal flaw he couldn't help nor get rid of.

Henry remembered when they were expecting the twins and (Y/n) was worried about telling them apart. She thought if they were identical they would get them mixed up, she fretted about finding ways to know which infant was which until they got older. It didn't take long for Toby's condition to be discovered and from that moment onwards, there was no way of getting them mixed up.

"Mum, will you go on that slide with us?" Toby pointed up to the black slide looming high at the back of the play area. It was the tallest one with a long slope and a quick curve just before the bottom.

"Uh, I don't think so baby. But your dad might fit on that one," (Y/n) glanced across at Henry and watched him furrow his brow and look between the kids and the slide they were pointing at.

"I think I'd have to lie down to fit in that slide, boys." The slides were supposed to be big enough for adults to go down them with their kids, but Henry was over six foot tall and he was broad, it might be a bit of a squeeze. But when he looked at the boys, he didn't know how to say no. "I suppose I can give it a try, let's pray I don't get stuck."

"Yes!"

"Me and Birdie will get a video for you." (Y/n) got to her feet and held her hand out for her little girl who clung to her with a broad smile.

The boys went one way with Henry stooped over behind them and (Y/n) guided Birdie round the side and towards the back where the crash mat was stuck down at the bottom of the slide. She stood far enough back so the boys wouldn't knock her over and Birdie stood at the side, holding onto the large rim of the slide and peered over, waiting impatiently for the boys to come down so she could surprise them.

It took a few minutes before the girls finally heard the excited screeches and yells from the boys thundering down the slide and (Y/n) crouched down with her phone out in front of her.

But she rolled her lips together tightly to stop herself from laughing when they all came down.

Toby was first, bumping onto the crash mat like a stone skipping on water before he rolled onto his side in fits of laughter. Half a second behind him with his legs still around Toby's hips, Levi came shooting out holding his head and cradling his nose to stop the dizziness and in case he spurted another nosebleed out of nowhere.

And a few seconds behind them, Henry's legs came into view.

"Oh fuck,"

(Y/n) cut the video before she laughed or got scolded and knelt down along with the boys as all three of them peered up into the slide. Henry almost made it out, they could see his feet and his trousers before his hands banged down on the plastic slide causing a thunderous noise to vibrate through. He wasn't exactly stuck, but he didn't quite get to the end of the slide either. He was left shuffling out of the tube with a flushed face and raised brows, just daring any of them to laugh.

"Are you stuck daddy?" Birdie chirped happily as she leaned around the slide and slowly crawled into the end.

"No I am not stuck," He gruffed but his face softened when his girl crawled across and took his hand before she started toddling back out the slide, pulling him with her as if she had the strength and momentum to actually drag him out all by herself. "Thank you princess," His voice mellowed and he rolled onto his knees so he could stand up and he smiled when Birdie took his hand again and stood by his side.

"Sweetheart, I did-"

"Don't you dare," Henry pointed his finger at (Y/n) and she held her hands up, swallowing her laugh as she nodded. Telling him I told you so was only going to make him feel embarrassed.

"Too much muscle, dad." Toby whispered quietly with a nod of his head before he turned to face his mum, unable to contain his laughter any longer.

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dracoxmalereader · 6 months

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Clock Tower

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Can be read as any house reader but I did write it with my main Hufflepuff!Reader in mind. Takes place during half blood prince before most of the main plot but post Draco being made a death eater.

Summary: Draco didn't show up to charms, and ever the worried boyfriend you are, you've gone looking for him. After an exhausting search around the castle, you finally find him in the clocktower. What a wonderful opportunity to get emotional. <3

Word Count: 1290

A breeze whirls through the air and warm leaves dust the sky. The sound of rustling trees echoes distantly, few clouds marring the evenly blue sky. Wings flap, and birds chirp and sing their fresh autumn songs to fill the silence brought on by class time.

Your shoes crunch against wet, grassy stones. You breathe in the smell of the clayish mud that paves the floor of the clocktower courtyard, hearing the low and steady swing of the pendulum inside. It’s hard to see in with the shadow cast over the archway, but blonde hair sticks out against the dim walls and floor and you quicken your pace.

“Draco?”

His head turns to you. He’s sat on the floor, knees tucked to his chest with one arm wrapped around them, another splayed out on the ground to balance himself. It makes him look incredibly small.

His eyes meet yours as you step into the room with him.

“What are you doing here?” His eyebrows are drawn tight, his voice coming out uncharacteristically weak.

You approach and sit beside him, legs crossed. “You weren’t in charms.”

There was so much you wanted to talk about. Unsure of what to say, you reach a hand up to smooth down a strand of hair that had broken free from the formal do he’d gelled it into.

“I like what you’ve been doing with your hair these days.” You spoke, looking over him with fondness.

He stares at you silently. His face, paler by the day, holds a weight of stress. Lines etched deeply behind either side of his nose, and he’d been walking the halls with his worried expression long enough you weren’t sure if the wrinkles on his forehead were intentional or not.

Sighing, you resign yourself to honesty. “I’m worried about you.”

His brows draw ever tighter and he wrenches his gaze away from you, watching the shadow of the passing pendulum. “All will be well.” The way he says it makes you wonder who he’s trying to convince.

You inch your hand closer to his and run your pinkie finger along the side of his hand before hooking it under his. He takes a breath and swallows audibly, making an effort to further avoid your watchful eyes. He turns his focus to an empty flower pot in the corner farthest from you.

His resolve bleeds, and he breathes from his nose, not ready to let it break. His pinkie finger twitches and curls tighter around yours.

“Doesn’t it remind you of the O.W.L.s last year?” You prompt, partly out of nostalgia and partly just to get him talking. “The pendulum.”

“Yeah.” His lips purse, something akin to a smile, though the corners of his mouth remain downturned. “It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it? Those weasel-bees little light show?”

You chuckle. “Yeah. It was.” You scooch yourself closer to him, unlatching your pinkies in favor of draping your palm over the top of his hand.

“Until it was over, at least.”

You could feel his knuckles trembling ever so slightly, and wished he'd been around enough for you to know when they’d started doing that.

“I studied so hard for that test.” He sighs, his chest visibly deflating. He curls in on himself, running the hand not blanketed by yours over his hair. "It felt like the end of the world."

There’s an air of longing to his tone. You tighten your fingers, slipping the tips between the side of his palm and the ground. You knock your shoulder against his. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

His eyes finally flicker to yours. His gray irises are dim, lacking the childish glint he’d evidently lost over the summer. You watch his face morph, frown deepening. The wrinkles on his forehead spread.

“Draco…” You trail on.

He takes a sharp breath. “Don’t-” His words come out choked, forced through the back of his throat like he almost doesn’t want to say them. “There’s… just a lot going on.” He focuses his attention on the floor again.

You nod, and you can see his gaze linger over your connected hands.

“I have to do a lot of things I don’t want to do, now.” He says it like he’s chasing it down. “And it’s changed a lot about how I see the world.” He swallows, and you can hear how his lungs tighten as he speaks. “How I see you…”

His fingers ball up, lifting from the floor and wrapping awkwardly around the tops of yours. You lean your head on his shoulder to show him you’re still listening.

His free hand roughly bunches up the fabric of his dress pants, forearm quaking like it aches. “I haven’t been around a lot this year. Or last year. I’m sorry.” His voice quivers, a desperate lilt coating it like the spit you hear collecting in his mouth.

There’s a deeper layer to his words that you can’t quite place. You raise your head to see him blinking away tears.

“It’s okay.” You reassure him. “It’s fine, and-” Your hand leaves his to travel up his arm, squeezing the space under his shoulder so you can feel the muscles tense. “Whatever it is that you’re having to do, I’m here for you, okay?”

His eyes meet yours again and he nods. He sniffles once, then, “Thank you.” His fingers drum against the floor. “I think you might be the only one.”

You rub your thumb back and forth over his arm and feel when the trembling in his knuckles rumbles through the rest of him. He clears his throat to shake it off and pushes himself up all at once, turning away from you again.

“We should get to class.” He rolls his shoulders and stretches his head to the side, fruitlessly as he remains tense. He holds himself with an ill-fitting urgency. “Charms will be over by the time we get back.”

“Draco-” You try to keep his attention. You stand up as he’s swatting the dirt off the back of his pants, and he brushes you off again.

“It’s best we hurry. If Flitwick sees us after we both ditched he’ll have our heads-”

“Draco!” You cut him off, brows tilted inward only for a moment. You take a step closer to him and grab his face in both of your hands. He's still and quiet, looking almost fearfully so. You sigh. Leaning forward, you close your eyes and press a firm kiss to his mouth.

You pull away and his face, still sunken and pale with exhaustion, has reddened. The stress ebbs from it, and you watch his eyebrows relax just a little. He takes a deep breath.

Hands still on his face, you hold eye contact. “Thank you for telling me.”

His mouth pulls inward. He looks you up and down, gaze catching on your lips before coming back up to your pupils. His stubborn, tired eyes swim with vulnerability and your heart swells with affection. You grin at him.

“Let’s walk together, hm?”

He nods, and for the first time in weeks you see a small but genuine smile tug at his lips. “You’re such a sap.” The lighthearted jab feels like the calm after a storm. The wind turns just right and a gust of cool air washes through the tower. The strand of hair you'd smoothed down blows loose again, fluttering.

Your thumbs indulgently trace the skin of his jaw a few times before you let your hands fall, brushing your shoulders and lacing your pinkie fingers together again. Wings flap, and birds sing in the distance as the two of you start out of the clocktower and through the courtyard.

I really try to like Harry x Reader content and just Harry in general but Daniel Radcliffe looks so much like my ex in the movies that I'm immediately put off. It's so uncanny I honestly barely survived the movies to begin with. He looks JUST like him it's terrifying. RIP what I could've had with Harry if they didn't cast Daniel Radcliffe. Timbers shivered.

Draco is more than enough for me anyways. <3 How wonderful he is. <3 If he's OOC in this it's because I forgot to go to bed last night and have been awake since the dawn of time. Creative liberties.

Trying to tag everyone this time because tumblr magically made the tag work under Express so I'm hoping it'll do that here too. OOoOoOoOooOo tumblr you want to tag properly soOOoOoOOo bad

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 11 months

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We bleed tonight IV

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a/n well I return from the dead to give you the last and final chapter of this unexpected series. What a journey it has been huh...

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Adapting to Day Court was quite a challenge. The months passed, but you felt nothing but an imposter. You knew you were safe, but no matter what you did, you just felt off. Afraid that the peace and quiet would be ripped away from you any minute. Still shivering at the sound of footsteps and at the shadows draping over corners of the room.

Helion, as much as he tried, didn't feel like a father to you. You appreciated that he never pushed it. Nor did he expect either of you to call him father. He was attentive and always showed up for all the meals. There was no forced bonding. If the conversation didn't flow, Helion never pushed it. Yet you had caught his hopeful eyes more than once. Watched him lean in and stagger back out of a hug. He yearned to have his kids back, but time had worked against him.

Helion talked endlessly about your mother. Madelain was a part of the conversation almost always, and it didn't surprise you, considering that he, Eris, and Lucien had been working on getting her out of Autumn. And back to where she always belonged: in her mate's arms. It was fascinating hearing Helion talk of her as if she were everything. As if all those years apart had done nothing but ignite more love between them. And you truly couldn't help but wonder if that's what a true bond felt like. Something that can't be ripped apart no matter what. No matter the distance. No matter the anger. Wrong choices. Pain caused. Always there. Always bounding two souls.

Your body hit a firm muscle wall, causing you to quickly draw your head up. "You're distracted, my lady", the familiar voice said, holding onto your hands to steady you. "My apologies. Head's all over…", You moved your hands quickly over your face, gathering your thoughts. Bringing yourself back to reality. The male smiled; his long black hair frown into a messy bun, and a smile painted his lips. "Could I offer you a walk through the gardens? Fresh air might help", he said gently, his hand suddenly moving to twist your curly hair around his fingers. Your face flushed crimson as you only found yourself nodding.

Arlo, one of the scholars who lived under Helion's protection made it all that much more bearable. You had been slumped in the library for over a week by then. Trying to distract yourself from all the chaos. The yarning in your soul. You would flip open a book. But the page wouldn't turn for hours. Unable to concentrate on anything but the voices in your head. "Pick a book, and I'll tell you what's troubling you", he had said then. Mother, did your heart skip a beat when you saw him for the first time? He was truly a handsome man. Strongly built. And with that mass of muscle, you would never even suspect him of being so soft. But even his moves were laced with a thread of gentleness. That softness that simply embraced you.

Arlo gave you a glimpse of what you wanted the most. Satisfied that longing for being no one again. Not a Vanserra anything but that. A chance for freedom once more. Nothing that promised the same highs or brought you the same lows. No, because he wasn't the man that you were chasing. Wasn't it the soul that your whole existence cried out for at night. Even with him moving between his legs and your back pressed against one of the statues in your father's gardens, you couldn't help but picture Azriel there, and you hated it. Hated that you couldn't escape the shadow singer.

Hated that the highs wore off faster than you would have liked. Because Arlo was so sweet, Mother knew how kind and caring he was, but the light he bore blinded you. It was too perfect. Too smooth. It made your damaged parts ache because you were nothing but an imperfection next to him. And that's what weighed on you. The darkness. The darkness that lingered, the darkness that was a part of you. A part that you couldn't rip out. It was there, and it was suffering between these perfect white walls and crystal chandeliers. Because this wasn't you. It had nothing that made you feel like yourself. It was a true state of static nothingness, and for that, you couldn't settle because it was leaving you lonely.

Night after night, Azriel woke up drenched in sweat. Night after night, he saw you. He felt you. And it drove him crazy. He could swear he saw glimpses of your days. He saw you. He saw that you weren't alone. He felt the sadness that twisted you. He felt the pleasure that your body scoured into. Brought by another male. Making Azriel roar at the pain and suffering it brought him. What a strange thing the band was! As if it too was blaming Azriel. Torturing him on its behalf. He saw you smiling, but he knew that your smile no longer belonged to him. No, it was brought by the male, whom you looked at as if the whole world turned around him. You looked at Azriel like that once, and now… Now, he wished he could just rip his heart out.

"Uncle Az, Uncle Az, you came", Nyx messily flew into his uncle's arms, wrapping himself around his neck. Azriel caught the boy quickly, pressing him closer to his chest. Managing to draw out a tight smile. The boy looked over his uncle's shoulder and asked, "Where's Aunty, Y/N?", the pang in Azriel's heart twisted. He hoped you would show up. You loved Nyx and the boy, well, he was fascinated by you. "She…", Azriel trills off. He never even thought about this. He never thought about how he was going to tell the people who didn't know about what happened. How he would cover up the fact that you were no longer together. That you weren't together because of him. Because Azriel lost control over his emotions and hurt you. He was one of those men. Not any better than Beron himself.

"Is she playing hide and seek?", Nyx twisted in Azriel's arms, "I need to go protect the cake". The boy quickly padded away, and Azriel caught Feyre's eyes from across the room. She held the shadow singer's gaze until a shien of sadness painted over them, and she shook her head. You weren't coming. The empty chair looked almost jarring. So out of place. So empty.

"Could I?", Azriel goes back to one of the first diners you all had. He had caught onto your sleepy frame. You tried to stay awake so hard, keeping eye contact with Cassian, who was so deep into the story that he was telling. Until Azriel spoke, and you instantly turned to him, "Could you what?", you asked, "Hold you.. I mean…", Azriel quickly cleared his throat, "Would you like to lean against me? This doesn't look too comfortable". And it wasn't. Your hand was going numb, and your wrist ached. You smiled up at him shyly. Back then, a part of him was sure that you would reject him. But you didn't. You leaned right into him, arms crossed over his neck, as you pulled yourself closer to Azriel's chest. Now his arms were empty. Cold and truly discussed him.

"Are you busy?", you cracked the doors to Lucien's office slightly. The hours were late, and the chance of him being asleep was high; however, the dim lights from beneath the door left you hopeful. "No, come in", his smooth voice rang out. Lucien quickly put his pen down. All of his attention was now set on you. You loved that about him so much. Well, learned to love. That when you needed him, he was there fully. It wasn't just a pinch of attention. He was there. Always ready. Always willing.

"You should be sleeping, missy", Lucien stated, the corner of his lips tilting upward as you frowned. "Oh, don't you start parenting me around", you padded towards his chair, opting for the little ottoman that stood close by. "What's keeping you up?", the velvet sound of Lucien's voice pierced the silence once more. Your sad eyes hurt him too deeply. Hesitation filled your senses. You didn't talk much about the past. It felt as if it had all been blurred out and painted over. And you hoped you had managed to paint over your emotions, but Lucien leaned in to read you. And within a couple of months, you were an open book to him.

"Do you miss Velaris?", your voice was almost a whisper. Lucien knew that tonight would be hard. Hence, he too opted not to go to Nyx's birthday. Leaving you here seemed wrong. And he knew that no one else around the palace would understand the sorrows within you. "Not necessarily…", the fireling trailed off; however, you quickly specified, "You miss Elain?". Lucien froze for a second before a deep sigh left his lips. "I feel too sober for this kind of conversation", you chuckled. Yet it wasn't a happy chuckle; it carried worries and sadness. The almost bitter one left a tingling loneliness. "I miss her, yes. But not seeing her makes it easier in a way," Lucien replied. His eyes were now as distant as yours as he watched ahead of himself. Without a doubt he pictured Elain.

The silence surrounded you two. Draping the mystery of the unknown all over the office, you two let the pain you hid come back to the surface. However, the next words made you stagger, "Do you think of him?" It was almost funny how no one spoke Azriel's name around the place. It was always him—the man, that guy. Helion left him out of the court meetings that were held there. A part of you was thankful for that. Until you started missing his eyes. Hoping to see them. Hoping for at least a glimpse. Because your mind was so torn.

That was the man who showed you love first. Who saw you first. Who empowered you first. He gave you a voice when no one else listened. He made you his everything. And freefalling with him was the best thing that had happened to you. But then he was the one who ripped through your happiness. Stomped on it and shredded it to pieces. You tried to justify it. You did. And it was true, that Beron was to blame. He was the one who planted the seed of doubt, but…

"There are a lot of what-ifs in my head", you admitted, pulling your legs closer to your chest. Letting your dress pool all around you, "I try to drown them out but…", "The nagging voice doesn't stop?", you only nodded your head. His shoulder sank slightly because he understood. Lucien understood.

"It was like that with Jesminda", your eyes instantly grew wide, "You don't have to", you reassured him. Knowing full well the tragedy of the story. The loss. The pain. That twisted it. "It happened long ago; it's okay", Lucien smiled sadly, running his fingers through his hair. Allowing himself a moment of silence. "We had this one big fight, and we cut it all off. I said many things that I regretted, and so did she", you watched how his expression turned sadder with every word that he spoke. "I ended up not seeing her for months; pride was too big. Until I felt like I was going insane because all I could think of was her", and you did know because that was how you felt. Because it felt as if there was a growing ocean between you. One that spread and got deeper with every passing moment. And a part of you wanted it to grow, but then there was that small version of you that cupped the water with your raw hands, trying to make the void smaller.

"But that's how you know it's love", Your eyes shot up to look at Lucien, who had been watching you this whole time. You bit the inside of your cheek as the memory surfaced.

"Why are you being so sweet?", your fingers pushed through Azriel's messy hair, "Because I love you." Azriel watched you for a heartbeat. Your hopeful eyes had been glazed with a shine that glimmered in the morning sun. As if his words had just broken a curse. As if you had never imagined anyone saying those words to you. "I love you. All of you. Had for a while now", Azriel admitted right as your arms and legs wrapped around his strong torso, bringing him closer to you.

Your eyes welled up with tears, and you quickly turned your face to the side. Hating the fact that you were crying once again, "It sucks though…", you shook your head, brushing your fingers under your eyes quickly, "Because I'm starting to think that's not enough".

The wind rippled through your hair, and the skirt of your dress fluttered behind you. The sky was pitch black. The darkness soothed the pain, and the cool nibbles of wind made you feel more alive than ever before. The sound of the fast stream beneath you chimed more like a lullaby. With hands wrapped around you, let yourself feel the sorely missed sense of belonging. There was no light; only nightfall surrounds you.

Yet your eyes seem to have opened up on their own. And there it was. The image you feared the most. One you had never pictured before, and yet it resembled the worst fear in your life. Your heart skips a beat. Right there in front of you, stood the figure you could've identified no matter where you were. Either in the brightly lit room or the darkest corners of the Earth. You wouldn't need to see it to know. All you would have to do was feel.

"No", you said under your breath. The male stood at the edge of the cliff, shoulder-slumped, his head hanging low. He was done. He was simply done. There was no sense of life about him. A shell of a soul that has given up on everything. "Don't you dare", you said a bit louder, trying to cross the distance between the two of you. The hills now seemed impossible to cross. All the sharp edges seemed to intensify. Your hands slipped alongside your feet no matter what you did; no matter how hard you tried to crawl toward him, you simply couldn't.

"Azriel, don't you dare jump", you shouted at the top of your lungs, screeching as you watched him step closer and closer. Merciless waves crashed beneath him. He was muttering something under his breath, something so distant, and it felt impossible that you could hear him, but he was calling your name and muttering as a prayer, as a cry for help. You did the same, calling and calling to him, hoping to catch his attention. His eyes filled up with tears, as helplessness tore through you, and then he jumped. That was it; he was falling, and you couldn't do anything. The most painful scream escaped your lips as you washed his body and submerged it in the cold water.

"Azriel, Azriel", you roared, falling to your knees. "Azriel", your body jolted upward. Your hands clenched the sheets beneath your body, body soaked in sweat. Your breaths were shallow. They didn't seem to want it to linger in your lungs. And then you were up. Pulling the first thing over your body. You could feel your heart pumping in your throat. Those same angry tears were now streaming down your cheeks. You stilled for a moment. Closing your eyes and clenching your fist, you felt the now familiar sense of darkness surround you. You didn't know where to go. But you trusted your heart to get you where you needed to be.

"Azriel", you muttered your mantra as the spinning stopped. The familiar scent filled your senses, subsiding your anxiety, yet you knew that you were not going to rest until you saw him. "Y/N?", it was more of a question than anything else as he stepped out of the shadows as if you were just yet another of his hallucinations. Afraid to step any closer because he might just chase you away.

Here he stood. The male you haven't seen in months. He wasn't drowning. He wasn't at the bottom of Sidra. He hadn't jumped. You let out a shaky breath. "You…", you muttered, stepping closer to Azriel, eyes still lingering all around his frame. "You jumped…" Azriel frowned; equally as much concern now laced his features. "Jumped?" You nodded your head, still fighting for air. "I saw… you…", Azriel's hands pulled you closer to him. And his warmth poured into you. The shouting in your head died down. It's all settled. "It's just a bad dream, a nightmare", he said softly, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

You pulled away ever so slightly so you could see him. Look at him. Watch him say, "Your eyes…", you almost gasped when you noticed the dark circles beneath them and the slightly red tinge all around. "Sleep is not on my side as of lately", he chuckled slightly, but you could feel the pain there. That same pain that you've been sharing for months now. Had he been aware all this time? Had he looked after himself at all? "Don't cry, please, love", Azriel gently wiped away the tears that you didn't even know were streaming down your cheeks once more, "I caused you enough pain". Yet you shook your head at his words, reaching up to cup his face, the need to pull him closer awakening inside you. A need to feel him almost like your skin.

"Azriel, I've been thinking…", but you never got to finish as Azriel stepped back, pulling you away from his embrace. Yet still clasping your hands, he whispered, "Don't…", and you could hear the shaking in his voice, "Don't forgive me". A sob slips past your lips as you watch him. Watched as Azriel fought the sting in his eyes. How he tried to steady himself but failed. "Truth be told, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't think I was alive until you came into my life", he continued, now allowing his thoughts to flow. Followed by the touch that stung him. Because he knew it was one of the last. That he couldn't bask in it. That he couldn't let himself enjoy the warmth of your skin. Because you would fade away eventually.

"And mother, did I fear every day that you would disappear. That I would have to find out what living without you feels like", a cry slipped past his lips. "Az…", you muttered, biting your wobbly lip, but he shook his head. "I just want you to know a few things", the shadow singer cupped your cheek, and you leaned into it. Lean into the touch that your body has been craving this whole time. "I'm sorry; I'm so sorry for what I did, and believe me. Even on my dying bed, I'll be cursing myself for it", he muttered, pressing his forehead to yours as your nails dug into his shoulders, "And I love you. I love you so much". You didn't trust your words, so you never gave him an answer. And he never got to know that a small part of you forgave him. That in the future, your paths may cross, and maybe just maybe love will be the only emotion there. That it was now. That your heart beats for him and him only.

And no, this love wasn't perfect. But neither were you two. Perfect wasn't a thing that could exist in this world. Perfection belonged in museums and exhibitions but not in day-to-day life. And maybe letting yourself bleed for the night in each other's arms was better than not bleeding at all. And maybe ripping that golden thread from each other's souls was the best thing you could've done for one another that night.

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Chapter 5 - Discussion and consolation

warning: nsfw, law colourful relationship, vaginal sex, oral sex, swearing, confrontation with kid

Eriss POV

I wake up feeling hot, in seconds I realize it's because Kid is leaning against me. His leg is over mine and his arm is over my belly. His skin is so smooth, I get lost in looking at his defined chest and I can't stop myself from running my fingers over the muscles and some prominent veins. I start to feel a warmth growing inside me, I feel safe and comfortable.

I sigh and without realizing it I let the sentence out - if this idiot didn't just treat me as a woman for missions, maybe he would even be willing to delve deeper into our story. - I look at him as he opens his eyes and sends out a small scream

- hmm, are you awake?

-Eish, don't scream, my head hurts. What am I doing in your room? - he rubs his eyes, looking so cute and nothing seems like the cruel person he appears to be.

Good thing, it looks like he didn't hear it. - you showed up in my room drunk and I decided to let you sleep here, you're too heavy to move.

-And you are too kind and naughty. Or do you think I don't remember yesterday's conversation? - he grabs me before I can get away.

He gets even closer to me and runs his finger across my lips. I feel his leg between mine, rubbing against my thighs.

-Stop with the jokes, you're just my captain and I'm just your subordinate. I hate that you tease me and make me feel small! - I look away and without realizing it, tears begin to fall.

I manage to free myself from him and run to the bathroom, locking myself and starting to cry and feel like I'm falling apart.

Kid POV

I feel her escaping from my arms and running and I punch the mattress. You just do crap, now how are you going to get out of this situation? Just yesterday you declared yourself and today you realize that you can be reciprocated but over the years you have always made her feel excluded and pushed her into the friendzone. I hear her crying and it makes me feel like the worst person in the world, is this what people call feelings?

I get up, try to open the door, but it's locked.

Eriss, open the door, I just want to talk. - I lean against the door and sit down - Sorry, I really am an idiot.

I don't know what to say or where to start, I want to calm her, I want to hug her, I want her to know that I don't see her just as a companion. Fate had already taken her away from me twice, I can't let that happen again.

-YEAH! I AM NOT A CONSOLATION PRIZE OR JUST FOR FUN. - I hear the door open suddenly and I fall to the floor. - get up and I want you to listen well to what I'm going to tell you.

I had never seen that fierce look in her eyes. Her face was red from crying, but her sexy body in just a t-shirt transformed into an image of power. She didn't have any Devil Fruits, but she definitely had the power to change her posture and emanate overwhelming energy.

-I don't know what game you're planning, but either you stop with the clueless provocations now or I swear I'll leave the gang! Since you saved me, I've learned to deal with your personality and I've always taken your comments as a joke. - she clenches her fists and holds back crying - but from the moment you start interfering in my life and making me feel like an object when I've already saved your skin countless times from situations, it's too much!

-Eriss, your starting to bleed. -with her strength and anger she didn't even notice, I try to catch her but with a simple push I am pushed against the wall with a crash.

-CAPTAIN SINCE WHEN ARE YOU SPOILED AND A TYRANT WHO THINKS I'M JUST A PROPERTY?!

Those words were like a knife, I want to react, I can't. Was that what she thought of me? I became a monster in her eyes just because I worried and loved teasing her to see that restless expression but a body receptive to comments.

She picks up yesterday's clothes that were on the desk and leaves the room.

Minutes must have passed before Killer entered the room

- Kid, what happened? Eriss became a hurricane and tried to pick a fight with everyone she met on the way. What the fuck did you do this time? - he laughed.

-I think I just got an ultimatum, she's ready to leave the gang. - I cringe if I put my head on my knees.

This time it's Killer who lifts me up and punches me - put all this shit together and fix it! Since when have you been the person to sit in corners and feel depressed? - he drops me to the floor - you're Eutass "Captain" Kid!

-You touch me again and I'll send you overboard, Killer!

I smile while still on the floor. He just nods and laughs softly. I'm going to look for her on the ship, but I expected her to have left and ventured into the forest with no idea where she was going.

Eriss POV

I couldn't bear to look at that stupid face for another second, how could he treat me like an object and constantly ignore my feelings. I was so angry that I didn't even see who I pushed out of my way until I was far away from Victoria Punk.

I was walking through the village, completely lost in thoughts and in the perhaps a little too explosive reaction I had, when I felt an arm pulling me towards a more hidden street.

-Two days in a row, I must be feeling lucky - he kisses me on the forehead - what's that look little girl?

Invaded by the whirlwind of emotions and the vulnerable state I found myself in, I hug him and whisper - take me away, I can't deal with reality and I don't want to be alone.

Law uses the room and moves us to the small hotel, where he was staying for a few days until he finishes his field study of new medicinal herbs. The room was small but cosy, the bed took up most of the space and in front of it was the desk.

-Eriss-ya, you can relax, you're not in danger.

I come out of my trance and I hadn't even noticed that since we arrived I had my hands on my belt as if I were protecting myself. He lies down on the bed and gestures to join me.

-Sorry, I hadn't noticed, I'm completely lost in my thoughts.

I take off my belt and put it on the desk, and I go and lie down next to him, resting my head on his chest.

-Do you want to tell me what happened? - shrinks me over him saying no. He nods and we stay in silence just enjoying each other's company.

He ends up falling asleep, but restlessness doesn't let me rest. I start to run my fingers over his body, his tattoos highlight his defined body, his breathing is soft, his black hair almost falls past his eyes, his mouth is small but has full lips.

Out of the impulse to see him so serene and attractive, I can't resist and give him a soft kiss. Soon I'm stopped from running away, our lips continue to touch, my tongue comes out in search of his and they dance with each other until our bodies ask for air. I sit on top of him, kissing his neck as I gently dig my nails into his chest. I start to feel it grow and pulse beneath me. I send him a look of hunger and start to move down his body, unzip his pants and feel his member in my hands.

He lets out a sigh and says my name, grabbing my hair.No words were needed, I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I needed. Carnal pleasure, which we have been exploring together over the last year.

The warmth of his member with the wetness of my mouth makes him contract and pull me closer to him. I start with circular movements on my head, until I muffle everything, quickly and with the help of my hands. I look at his expression of delight, run my free hand across his chest and go back on top of him, kissing him. He grabs my hips, rubbing himself against me and smiles when he feels how wet I already am.

He takes off my t-shirt and feels my breasts, making me let out a long moan. He rolls me over and gets on top and bites my neck and belly. He pulls the skirt up and with his teeth begins to pull down the panties, running his fingers very close to my intimate area and squeezing my thighs.

-Since when did you get so creative Law?

I laugh and he kisses me again, while he inserts his fingers into my place, so wet and throbbing with desire.

He increases the pace, making me contract and bite his lip for not letting me breathe between kisses.

-You shouldn't have done that little girl. - he lifts me up and gives my bottom a very heavy spank and takes me to the desk, forcing me to bend over. - I want you to beg for me!

Lodging himself in me, he runs his hands over my body, between kisses, bites and spanks, making my body burn and crave for his member inside me. The fingers return to my already dripping part, moving and making me even more restless for him.

-Put an end to this, I'm dying of lust

I turn around, but he holds me up by his hands and puts me against the wall. Stuck, he continues to play with his fingers down there

- ah, Law, I will...Not yet, come here - he hugs me around the waist and takes me back to the bed.

Our eyes meet, I'm lost in that blue glowing with excitement, in that naughty smile that makes me anxious to feel it. I grab his buttocks and in a game he wasn't expecting, I pull him against me, feeling him pulsate. In revenge, he leans over me, drastically bites my neck and puts himself inside me.

I let out a loud moan, hug him inside me and he starts to speed up. With each thrust, it goes deeper, one of my hands runs over his sweaty and hard chest, while the other feels my own breast. He goes hard and deep, I can't contain myself and in a few minutes I feel my body vibrating and warming up, I start to squeeze it and I'm about to let out a moan, he covers my mouth and goes even faster leaving me breathless and rest. Still vibrating, but feeling my legs getting weak, I feel it increasing and pulsing inside me, a mix of liquids and lust.

He drops down next to me and I stroke his hair, giving him a thank you kiss. I place myself on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his arms wrap around me, but one of his hands keeps playing with his nipple.

Law POV

I'm glad I stayed on the island, yesterday's match-head's attitudes made me suspect he was going to end up taking it out on Eriss. She was strong, but her feminine side was still hurt and I didn't want to see her get hurt again. I navigated her for pleasure itself, how the sparkles fill with color, how her body moves sensually. It makes me want to stay there in those moments. Over time I learned to recognize what she really liked and how bold she could become.

-Eriss-ya, do you remember when we met and asked me to teach you what I knew about medicine? -she looks at me with a mischievous smile and places my hand on her breast.

-If I remember correctly, it also turned out to be anatomy. Someone knew how to be quite subtle when talking about what it was like to have pleasure.

-It's my work, and someone was a very attentive and explorative student. - I sit on the bed, and she leans closer to me. - you learned very quickly and well! It's impossible to resist you.

I take a break, she relaxes and starts playing with my tattoos.

How do I make her understand so she can recognize and value herself? And that all that repressed pain can be released and used to assert yourself and fight for your goals? I feel my heart getting small, my voice wants to fail but it needed to hear the reality.

-We accept fate, but you continued to grow and become so strong and powerful, except in your own eyes - I pull her and hug her.

-Eriss-ya you have to start putting yourself first and accept who you really are. You deserve to be happy! Over this time I saw you grow, but also lose your essence. Our moments are special to me, but I can't ignore the emptiness with which you appear and disappear.-Law, where are you going with this conversation?-What is the limit to respecting a person, if you have started to not respect yourself? If you got lost along the way? If you end up crying where you should belong? I don't want to be harsh, princess, but I can't stand seeing you like this.

She tries to free herself from my arms, but I stop her. She hugs you and starts digging her nails into your arms.

-I don't know what happened. Something has changed, you feel it but you continue to ignore it. We are pirates, we don't have a typical life. We are both analysts, but there are things that can get out of control. And right now the only thing I wish I could control is to rest easy and know that you are safe and well.

#whipintheheart chapter 5 #one piece x reader #one piece #fanfiction #law x reader #one piece x y/n #kid x reader #trafalgar law #eutasskid

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Hello I really love the ask you did with 140 hound I was wondering if you could continue it?? Like ad a part two?

I'm guessing you're talking about this imagine here, if it's not, please tell me and I'll redo it! But hell yeah, it's a good ass scenario, what a way to meet someone asdfkjoiuqe

You slowly drifted into consciousness. Stubbornly, you kept your eyes closed, wishing you could fall back asleep, and go back to that strange dream. You were...cuddling with someone, in the dream. Someone who had been shot, and you had taken home. He had refused to let you go, no matter how hard you tried, and...

Wait.

That wasn't a dream.

Your eyes snapped open. Sure enough, you were wrapped tightly in the arms of a skeleton. Hound, he had told you last night. You glanced down at his ribs. Sure enough, they were wrapped in gauze, covering the bullet wound. You could see a dark stain where he had bled (did skeletons bleed? Or skeleton monsters??) through the bandages.

It had all actually happened. You had taken home a strange, potentially dangerous monster home and treated his bullet wound. Internally, you cursed yourself. What the hell was wrong with you? You really needed to think about self-preservation more.

Your thoughts died as your eyes moved to Hound's face. He looked much more relaxed than he had last night. His eyes were shut peacefully, instead of screwed tight in pain. His teeth were slightly parted, and his gold tooth glinted in the early morning sunlight.

Shit, why was your face warm?

You needed to get out of bed. Call...someone. He said no ambulances, but maybe a monster healer? The police?? There was a chance that he would hurt you, now that he wasn't on death's door. Either way, you needed to get up.

Slowly, without taking your eyes off him, you tried to move Hound's arms off of you. It was hard. He was like clinging ivy, holding on to you like a lifeline. Mumbling in his sleep, he tugged you closer.

You were now pressed against right against his ribs. Despite yourself, you blushed. Despite his thin frame, Hound was surprisingly strong, and his ribs moved up and down with his breath.

Wait, why does a skeleton need to breathe??

No, that's not important now.

You grabbed his wrist and slowly moved it off of your shoulder. While you were working, you didn't notice Hound's eyes flutter open.

"oh...g'mornin', angel." Hound's voice, raspy from sleep, almost made you jump out of your skin.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up!" You whispered frantically. "J-just go back to sleep!"

Hound yawned. "mm, can't sleep when there's a dream right in front of me~"

If you thought you had been flustered before, it was nothing on you now. His voice whispering right in your ear while pressed against his chest, and in your bed no less!

Immediately, you stiffened and tugged yourself away. "H-how's your chest feeling?" you practically squeaked. Super smooth change of subject, great job.

Hound's now-empty hand touched his side. "ngh, still hurts, but i've had worse." He slowly sat up, wincing as he did.

"N-no, you don't have to get up!" You gently pushed him back down to the mattress. "I was just going to make breakfast, and call someone who actually knows how to help you. Is there anybody you want me to call?"

Hound smiled up at you. You weren't sure if he had fully recovered from his loopiness last night, he was looking up at you like you were a vision from the heavens. "um...my bro, i guess. he's probably worried about me."

You nodded. "You can use my phone. I'll get some breakfast started. Do you like pancakes?"

"i ain't heartless. of course i like pancakes."

You laughed. "Pancakes it is then!"

You gave Hound your phone to call his brother, then retreated to the kitchen to make food. Shit, why was he getting to you?? He was some skeleton monster who got shot last night, why was he having such a strong effect on you? Your heart beat a bit faster as you remembered looking up at him while he held you in his arms.

As if he heard your thoughts, you heard Hound yell to ask your address. You gave it to him, then turned back to the food.

No sooner had you finished the batter than you heard a loud knock on the front door. Was that Hound's brother? He had gotten here surprisingly quickly!

You opened the door. Sure enough, there was another skeleton there. He was shorter and stockier than Hound, but still plenty intimidating. His teeth were just as sharp as Hound's, and he had a jagged scar stretching over one eye. "WHERE IS MY BROTHER?" he growled.

Wow, polite.

"Um, h-he's in the bedroom." You let him in, and the skeleton examined your apartment. "You got here super fast." You tried to fight your disappointment. That means that Hound would have to leave now.

"I WAS...IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD." Hound's brother rushed past you and into the bedroom. You glanced in, noting how Hound seemed to light up, and the other skeleton's entire posture seemed to relax. Probably relieved his brother was okay. You decided to leave them be.

You returned to the kitchen. Faint conversation came from the bedroom, but you couldn't quite hear what they were saying.

After a few minutes, the two of them entered the room. Hound was leaning against his brother, limping, but not nearly as much as the night before. "HUMAN," Hound's brother announced. "WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY." He looked away, seemingly a bit embarrassed. "YOU SAVED MY BROTHER'S LIFE. FOR THAT I AM FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT."

"Oh, uh, you don't have to," you said awkwardly. "It's really not a big deal."

"kind of is. ya pulled a bullet out of a stranger's ribs," Hound chuckled. "and i totally ruined your couch. i'll buy ya a new one, don't worry."

"No! It's okay, really, it's not like I have company over often!"

"too bad, i'm gonna." Hound smiled, still a bit weak. "guess we better get going."

"Do you want to take some pancakes with you?"

"hell yeah!" Hound exclaimed, much to his brother's chagrin. "we'll go couch shoppin' tomorrow."

"Really? I guess I'm free but-"

"then it's a date." Hound winked at you.

His brother groaned. "CAN YOU NOT FLIRT FOR TEN MINUTES?? COME ON, WE NEED TO LEAVE, RIGHT NOW, IMMEDIATELY."

He dragged his brother out the door. Hound winked at you as he left. "see ya tomorrow angel~" And with that, the door slammed shut behind him.

You stood in the middle of your kitchen, still holding the spatula you had been using. This had easily been the weirdest twenty-four hours of your life. With a sigh, you went back to the bedroom.

There, on the bed, was a business card. It was black, and there was what seemed like a dog skull or something on the front. On the back, a handwritten phone number had been scribbled, along with a winky face.

Your face felt warm again. That skeleton was smooth! You picked up the card, staring at the phone number. As you held the card close to you, you couldn't help but feel excited about seeing Hound again tomorrow.

#my garbage #writing #mafiatale #mafiaswapfell #hound #papyrus #papyrus x reader #tw gun mention #tw blood mention #tw blood #this was fun!#it's been a while since I wrote that first part #but I hope this lived up to it!

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I haven't reached Act 2 yet as my Durge but I've seen That Scene with Astarion. A rare fic of mine not written from his POV.

Dark Urge spoilers!

You open your eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight. Must be close to midday, you assume, yet you are still exhausted. A long night spent writhing on the ground, compelled by a terrible impulse to butcher the one person you love most will do that, you suppose.

There is dried blood beneath your fingernails. Alfira's? No, no, that's a wretched thing you will always carry with you but it is past, not happening now. Astarion's? No. You will not let it harm him. You didn't. The blood is just your own. This time.

You close your eyes. Sickening visions dance before you. Your limbs ache from straining against the bindings. Your head pounds and your stomach churns, craving only blood. What a pair you and Astarion make.

Voices outside your tent.

"Lu awake yet? I'm booored," Karlach complains.

"My fault, I'm afraid. She didn't get much sleep," says Astarion, smooth as silk as he expertly weaves half-truths together. "We were rather...tied up, you understand."

He sets the snare.

"I think I speak for everyone here when I say I would prefer not to know any details of what you two did together."

And Gale willingly falls for it.

"Agreed," adds Lae'zel. "But your dalliances have now delayed our progress. I will not wait around to become a mindflayer simply because you could not restrain your carnal desires."

"My dear, as I've said we were the very picture of restrained last night--"

Gale makes a mortified sound.

"Please just go wake her up and stop torturing us," Wyll pleads diplomatically.

"Fine. Honestly, you all are no fun," Astarion pouts.

You hear footsteps approaching your tent a few moments later.

"Darling? May I come in?"

"You don't need permission anymore," you remind him.

"Let it never be said I lack proper decorum," he says, slipping into the tent.

After last night, you can scarcely believe he's so willing to share an enclosed space with you. Even now your mind fills with gruesome images--one quick stab would end him, but then you wouldn't get to hear his pretty voice scream in agony. You could cut out his talented tongue. Watch the light bleed slowly from those beautiful ruby eyes.

"You didn't tell them," you say, swallowing down a wave of nausea. "About last night."

"Well spotted."

"You could have."

You don't want him to feel like he owes you for something. You don't want him to fear you either. But you do want him safe, even if that's the cost.

"And why would I? It's hardly my secret to tell, after all."

"I almost killed you."

"Good thing I'm already dead, then."

"Astarion. This is serious!"

"If harsh words and a bite or two qualify as murder, well, I'm guilty as charged a thousand times over."

You don't speak, for a while. He has no idea what a close call it really was.

"When I... I didn't remember, with Alfira. I wasn't fully conscious. But this was different. I was aware of everything and I still couldn't control it. I would've-- I--"

Tears come then, hot and desperate. He wraps you in his arms and you crumble, sobbing against his shoulder. You cling to him like you're drowning and, in a way, you are.

"Oh, pet, shh," he whispers. "Whatever that thing was last night, it wasn't you. I know how it feels to lose control, to be...puppeted. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone half as good as you."

"I'm not good," you choke out. The dark urges so often feel indistinguishable from your own thoughts. You could be deluding yourself. Poor Alfira's blood is on your hands regardless, because you weren't strong enough. Last night proves you could have been. But for how long? What does the oath you swore even matter if you can't protect anyone from yourself?

"Darling, do you think a bad person would cry her eyes out over a vampire spawn? Who, I remind you again, is perfectly fine."

You look at him. He's tired. Worried. A bit hungry. Your guts twist with guilt.

You are so tired, too, and selfish as it is, you cannot do this all alone.

"I think I'm a monster," you whisper.

"Oh, please. You rescue children from harpies."

You keep that story the kid wrote for you trucked away safe in your pack. You read it when you need to remember who you've chosen to be.

"I wanted to drown that child."

The confession pulls another sob from your throat.

"But you didn't," he says. "Now, I'm right here, and I've got you. Get some rest. I'll tell the others you aren't feeling well."

"No, I can--"

"My sweet, if you go out there all teary-eyed and miserable they might think I broke your heart. We can't have that, eh?"

"If you tell them I'm ill, they'll assume you took too much blood last night."

He shrugs. "As good a lie as any. Everyone gets a little carried away from time to time."

"You don't have to lie for me at all."

You recall Gale's cold, accusing stare as he watched you scrub away Alfira's blood until your skin was raw. You imagine the fear and deep relief you would feel were Shadowheart to draw her weapon on you. She isn't one for second chances, let alone third.

"I know that, love. I want to."

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 spoilers #astarion #astarion romance #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 dark urge #act 1 is so rough emotionally i had to write this #i think he'd later feel a little bad not being there for you after alfira but in my game at least they weren't close enough yet then

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100 Things About Me

A list of 100 things about you.

Could be favourite things, random facts, places visited, hobbies, etc.

Good get-to-know-you.

Shorten the length to make it more workable for other lists or situations.

I am legally blind.

I prefer identify first language over person first, because person first makes it sounds as if I can take my disability off as if it's an attachment.

I don't like abled people telling me how to refer to myself or my disability.

I like to drink room temperature water in the winter.

I have three main hobbies: buying art supplies, organising art supplies, and using art supplies.

I love binge-watching old TV shows as background noise.

I have seen Gary Numan live six times.

I love singing jazz.

Cooking is a monumental bore.

I am childfree by choice.

I have had surgery to render myself incapable of pregnancy.

I have zero regrets about either of the above two things.

The only car I've ever driven was an F2000 racecar.

I've been to the US, England, France, Hungary, Germany, and Cuba.

I don't know how to swim.

The older I get, the more politically and socially angry I get.

I like systems that benefit people collectively.

I cannot abide the smell of mutton cooking.

My favourite colours are warm greens - like grasses, leaves, and olives.

Celebrity culture bores the shit out of me.

I have no real desire to own a home. I'm content ro rent.

I love abstract art.

I am an atheist and antitheist.

I haven't watched a sitcom in so long I don't even remember the last one I watched.

I have five tattoos.

I haven't watched any mainstream Canadian broadcast news since the second week of October 2023.

When I have tea, I only like milk in it.

My favourite songs to listen to loud are Gary Numan's Hope Bleeds version of Are Friends Electric?, Led Zeppelin Nobody's Fault But Mine, Fugazi Waiting Room, and Gang of Four To Hell With Poverty.

My love for loud music has not blunted as I get older.

I didn't know my blood type until about five years ago.

Songs that mention luxury brand names annoy the shit out of me.

Things that other people seem to like which I don't: the movie Titanic, Taylor Swift, wine.

Things that I like which other people seem not to like so much, include: pigeons, spinach, communists. Only the middle one for eating. I don't want to eat communists. Although I've had pigeon once, and it was delicious.

i prefer micro fine black ink pens over any other kind.

My first name apparently roughly translates to "ready for battle". Anyone who knows me is going to find that funny.

Crunchy peanut butter is superior to smooth.

I like collecting postcards.

Some things I like include tea, navel oranges, speculative fiction, loud guitar, corn bread, black pepper, leaf scuffing, ruby grapefruit, exploring abandoned buildings, surprise bags, milk chocolate, puns, warm spring days, a seriously good mindfuck, comfort films, the Oxford comma, constrained writing, ice cream, and costume drama.

My favourite mindfuck film is probably still Altered States.

I'm starting to come around to the term apocalist as opposed to bucket list.

I prefer pre-Moonraker Bond films.

I like to sing, preferably jazz standards or things of that like.

I am grossed out by potato eyes.

I don't like people watching me do housework.

I truly believe that Frampton Comes Alive! does have restorative powers.

I like the sounds of wind in the trees and rain on the streets.

My household theme song is Tim Curry's I Do the Rock.

My favourite Beatles' song is Dig a Pony.

I don't like having my picture taken. No paparazzi!

I believe that you should work to live not live to work.

I believe that if life hands you lemons, you should make pie. Everything is better with pie.

I once cut myself with bubble wrap.

For years I've been keeping a notebook in which I write a list of things to be happy about.

I like attention. I don't like being the centre of attention.

I never learned how to put on any makeup other than lipstick.

I think best days ever include: Gary Day (any day on which I get to see Gary Numan live), New Toothbrush Day / Dentist Cleaned My Teeth Day, New Art Supplies Arrive in the Mail Day, The Day I Learned About Server-Side Includes, and Friday.

I like the sounds of wind in the trees and rain on the streets.

I like when there's enough of something.

For a long time when I was a child I wouldn't walk right up to my bed if the lights were out. I'd get about a foot away then jump onto it. I blame this on the movie Blackbeard's Ghost and that scene where he's looking into the mirror and the ghost appears behind him.

Sometimes I eat oranges because I like the sharp sweet smell more than I'm desirous of actually eating it.

One of my favourite things in the world is the tenor solo in the Ode to Joy, and the way it creeps up on you every time, like how Brain Damage/Eclipse creeps up on you and surprises you every time at the end of Dark Side of the Moon. I never get tired of that.

I like the film Lawrence of Arabia.

I believe in the right to choose.

I like to eat sweet things, but I don't like the smell of it on my hands afterwards.

I once volunteered to participate in a psych study just to get one of the perks of doing the study: copies of MRI scans of your brain.

For years I wouldn't get in an elevator first or get out last, because when I was five I got stuck in an elevator during a hydro company oriented power outage. They decided that a school day's lunch time was the perfect time to do some testing. Boy did they get an earful from a number of people.

I get an enormous charge out of location-spotting the city where I live in films and TV shows.

My hair used to be a lovely golden red when I was young. It got blonder as I got older. That bums me out. I want the red back.

My current favourite vulgarity is halve poes.

I don't enjoy magic shows, sitcoms, Star Wars, or superhero movies.

I prefer 1% milk. Homogenised is too fatty and skim is like water.

I like making lists.

I own a green bass guitar.

I have never chugged maple syrup.

I don't like drinking carbonated drinks on hot days.

I like anise in candy but not with meat.

One time my mother ordered me groceries as a gift, but she accidentally doubled everything so I ended up with 20lbs of potatoes.

I hate wearing pink. I don't own anything pink.

Shrimp are too creepy to eat, as are snails.

I have no interest in jewellery and don't like white diamonds.

The skins that sometimes form on top of hot chocolate drinks are gross.

When I was five I had an imaginary friend named Charlie Brokentoaster.

I rarely drink alone. I come from a long line of alcoholics, so I just didn't want to get into the habit of drinking by myself. I want to enjoy alcohol, so I keep alcohol as a social thing.

I don't mind renting. Owning property doesn't make a person more an adult than one who doesn't. Besides, when something goes wrong, like the fridge dies or they have to replace the entire hot water heater system, I don't have to suddenly wonder where thousands of dollars is going to manifest from.

I just realised I've been playing Candy Crush for over a decade. That's just weird.

I never figured out Double Dutch when I was a kid.

Sometimes I miss ringing telephones.

I bought the kid version of a Waterpik because it was green and came with stickers.

My first Doctor was Jon Pertwee, but my favourite Doctor was Tom Baker.

Places I still want to visit include Uluru, Death Valley, and Kilimanjaro. None of these things is likely to come to pass.

I don't mind long bus rides. Good reading time.

One of my favourite things to binge watch in the middle of the night for comfort, is episodes of Cadfael.

My favourite scents include the sharpness of lemon, orange, and grapefruit rinds, pine, and cooking soup.

Boomer thinkers annoy the shit out of me.

I like found object art and found poetry.

I wish cereal wasn't so carby. Sometimes a body gets a craving.

I can't eat bananas unless they're still a little green, because they're way too sweet when they're all the way yellow.

I still don't understand how I can not touch the lenses of my glasses and they still get marks on them. What the hell's up with that?

My cousins and I used to sneak fresh rhubarb out of their grandfather's garden when we were little.

Racism and bigotry are deal-breakers for me.

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