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rensblade · 5 months

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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃.

⟢ warnings/notes: husband! jing yuan x gender neutral! reader. toothrotting fluff, cute domestic banter tbh. husband yuan nation, please rise. not proofread, we die like tingyun. might be ooc. pls lmk if i got any of the hsr terminology wrong.. appreciate any type of feedback & please please pleaseee send me reqs if u have any ✩

“beloved, am i really that bad of a general?”

the all too familiar baritone of your husband’s voice fills in your ears, as you raise your gaze from the distance, only to watch him sulk from where he was sat upon the seat of divine foresight.

to anyone that squints, would be graced upon a phenomenon all too odd— jing yuan, one of seven arbiter generals, pouting.

“and what.. exactly makes you think so, ‘yuan?” you already knew the answer, but you still entertained the fact he was pouting, almost comically the same way yanqing does, when you deny him from making impulsive sword purchases.. or the same way mimi, your household lion, scrunches up her face and paws at your clothes when you tell her that she won't get any more snacks for the night.

said man sits up from where he's at, and abruptly makes his way down to where you're seated— at his desk. sorting through some of the things unattended earlier during his earlier escapade to fyxestroll garden.

“well.. you know.” he deadpans, staring down at you. you have to keep in a giggle, finding the way he waited so patiently for you to finish with the work at your side, almost akin to your precious lion who does the same.

you heave a sigh, but in an amused way, as you stack the last documents into a neat pile and turn in your chair, and upon being graced with your attention; your lover nearly falls dramatically into your arms.

“i can't help but think i should just hand over my resignation early. you know what, fu xuan probably saw this coming,” he fake-wails, as you caress his hair, cooing at the man who was currently at your feet.

eventually, he relents, when you tug a little hard on his fluffy white mane. “darling.. is this about cirrus?” the mere mention of the heliobus makes jing yuan glower, and you practically have to bite back your laughter at the expression, opting to clear your throat instead.

he stays silent for a second, then scrunches his face. “..absolutely not,” he retaliates in a serious tone. then, he slumps forward again, almost nuzzling into your lap as he tries to hypothesize. “it's just. i need some constructive criticism, before i actually hand over my position to someone else, you know,” he reasons, but you know better.

“right, why of course.” you humor him a little bit longer. pushing the general’s buttons has always been your favorite past time activity.

he pulls away, getting on his feet before he gathers your hands into his and gives you a solemn look. “you get me, my love. this is why we're married.”

that makes you crack a smile. jing yuan only raises a brow, but returns the smile nevertheless, a little hesitant. “yuan, i love you, but. you mean solid constructive criticism like.. i don't know, maybe it's about time you retired and took a big fat cat nap?” you suggest with a snort, and jing yuan simply huffs. (yeah, mimi definitely got the attitude from her dad).

you shake your head, dragging him to sit next to you as you elaborated. “in all seriousness.. you're not a bad general. not a bad mentor, father or husband, jing yuan. don't let that silly heliobi’s words get to your head.” the tall man, lets you cup his face, squishing his cheeks as you pepper kisses across them, as if to prove your point.

he simply gathers your form up into his arms, holding you tightly and you can't help but relax into the warmth he emits. he's truly a big cat. “you know, i’m starting to think this must be how birds that nest in your hair must feel.” you point out with a false-huff, after a minute of silence.

jing yuan chuckles at that, purposely tugging you by the waist; flush closer against his torso as he nuzzles into you— pale locks of his hair cloud your vision. “why, of course. a wise, little sparrow, you are.” he snuggles against you, golden eyes softening as they examine your reactions. “in fact, my favorite.” the baritone of his words send a pleasant wave of warmth through your body, you can feel him smile against your skin as he litters little kisses here and there.

to be fair, if you were held prisoner in his gentle yet steady hold forever, you were more than willing to be reduced to a mere bird, for eternity. okay, and maybe you would miss making snarky rebuttals at the general, but that's about it.

as you're resting yourself against him, a thought crosses your mind, and you'd bask in the silent affection but your loud thoughts cut you short. “and for the record, you still should've let me kick cirrus’s butt.” as expected, a hearty laugh booms from the man’s chest, the vibrations making your body tingle.

“i love you.” he says, practically purring, as the gigantic man nuzzles even further into the crevice of your neck, pressing yet another kiss to the spot he loves. his hair tickles your neck, but you love the familiarity of it all.

what a heavenly life you live, as the general’s personal songbird.

rensblade, 2023. please do not steal my writings or headers, i put a lot of effort into this. reblogs & comments are appreciated! pls send me asks/reqs, i write for most genshin or hsr or jjk characters as of now. thank u once again <3

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izvmimi · 5 months

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cw: minors dni. smut. no pronouns or specified gendered terms for reader.

once yuuta's hand slips between your thighs in the pitch dark and your short-lived surprise gives way to warm, wet desire, you realize that all of your tension has culminated to this very moment.

the furtive glances between the two of you that lasted a bit too long between missions, particularly in the last couple of years, and the poorly suppressed distaste when you talked about your dates over quickly scheduled lunches (far too many, in his opinion) should have made this far too clear. if not that, then perhaps the fact that rika's ominous presence went from causing your skin to crawl to neutrality and perhaps - if curses may have this - eventual goodwill.

whatever the course may have been, what's important is the here and now - your back presses against tree bark, rough and likely to scratch at your thin jacket, but it's hard to pay attention to that with yuuta's body pressed against you, his teeth gently grazing your shoulder.

like a vampire, aiming for a kill in the forest, under the moonlight, wanting to consume you and suck every bit of goodness left.

his warm breath sends heat up the side of your neck, into your chest and up between your legs where his hand grips tightly at the fat of your thigh. you hiked up leg finally wraps around his torso and he kisses you. repeatedly.

now, now of all times. adrenaline is such a dirty, dirty thing.

"is testosterone just doing a number on you or-" you start to tease, your hands still posed carefully on both of his cheeks as your lips part, embarrassed by the position you find yourself in, both of you semi-bloody and wrapped up in each other. it's one way to celebrate a victory, sheathing a dripping sword away only to sheathe himself into you.

yuuta's dark blue eyes flit back to you, the gleam in the moonlight appearing practically dangerous. hiking your other leg around his waist, he hoists you up higher, and you help him, dipping your hand low to grip the hot hardened cock. he stares into your eyes as your palm runs over it, takes in the image of your lips parting, mouth wetting with want. for him.

"just take me seriously this time, okay?," he whispers. it's a plea, a desire. a demand.

you can't imagine how much more seriously he means than your thumb passing over his urethra, gliding with the leaked precum.

"only if you change my life."

your eyelids are lowered and the words come out breathily, but he smiles to himself, leaning closer into you. his lips take yours again as he presses in with fingers first, teasing your center apart. you gasp and he sucks your tongue to keep you quiet, making you tremble on his fingers first before he eventually pushes in with his cock, further and deeper, to fuck you with meaning and purpose in every thrust.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta smut #yuuta okkotsu smut #daydreams: jjk #mimi's notes

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fallingdownhell · 3 months

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May I request Yae Miko, Dehya, Cyno and Childe getting defensive/angry/protective (whatever you see fit) about someone saying they deserve better then their s/o because they aren't in the best physical shape? (Be that being fat, disabled ect.)

Honestly? It felt so self indulgent writing some of this, especially Dehya's part, so thank you for requesting it<3 Also, since I'm writing about some conditions I'm not affected with, please let me know if I missrepresent any of it, and I'll immediately change it! Characters Included: Cyno; Dehya; Childe Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; various conditions on reader: being deaf/overweight/in a wheelchair; mean comments being made by others; characters defending reader; does that count as comfort??; not proofread yet Word count: 1,6k words Enjoy<3

Cyno

being deaf was never the handicap to you as others would probably see it

of course, it was difficult, learning to interact with the world and the people around you when you could not hear any of it, but rather than seeing it as a hindrance, you saw it as a challenge, one that you were determined to overcome

now, as an adult, things were going pretty well for you. Most the people you often interact with know about your condition, so they tend to be more patient when conversing with you

growing up, you began learning sign language to communicate with the people around you, as well as reading their lips. Over the years, you got more and more fluent in the language, so this was working out pretty well for you

Cyno, upon first meeting you, was fascinated by the way you percieve and interact with the world

despite the fact that you were not able to hear anything at all, you were the most lively person he's ever met, always smiling and laughing at everything and everyone around you, always seeing the good

after first meeting you, he immediately went and started to learn sign language as well. He had this desire to be close to you and spend more time with you, and he thought, in order to better communicate with you, he should learn how to talk to you

Now, a few years later, you've been in a relationship with Cyno for quite some time, and he could honestly say, that he's never been happier in his life

you brighten each of his days, simply by existing within his proximity, your smile was contagious and he often found himself just staring at you, never getting tired of your beauty

however, sometimes, there tend to be voices that question the relationship you have. Mostly people who didn't know you all that well, asking Cyno how he could even be with someone who could not hear a word he said

While he did pity those people, he always jumped to defend you. You may not be able to hear, but that didn't mean you were any less than anyone else in this world. In his eyes, it's just another thing about you that made you unique

It was always like this. Whenever anyone was talking bad about you, or telling Cyno that he should find a better partner, he always defended you, claiming that there would never be someone better than you

and if those idiotic people still don't get it by the lovestruck way he talks about you and continue to pester him, Cyno can get annoyed very quickly, not hesitating to draw his weapon on them

he wouldn't actually fight them, but the possibility of it being there scared them enough to run with their tails between their legs

but, at the end of the day, he never tells you about those encounters he has, not wanting to bring down your mood with it. He'd much rather enjoy the stories you have to tell him each day when he comes home to you

Dehya

when people were thinking about Dehya, they thought of a strong, independent woman, beautiful, smart and capable of many things. They respected her, and many wished to become the person by her side

when rumors came about of Dehya having a partner, people began to talk among themselves, guessing on who it could possibly be and what they would look like

No doubt would someone like her only settle for a partner just as good looking, smart and strong as herself, right?

well.. let's just say, the day you and Dehya became public with your relationship was a very... tough one

People knew you as being one of the most trusted merchants of Caravan Ribat. And while they all agreed on you being a very likeable and easygoing person, many of them also made fun of you behind your back, for the simple fact of you being overweight

a fact that you had always struggled with since your childhood. You've tried a many great ways to loose weight, yet either nothing worked or only had very short lived success

eventually, you gave up hope and stopped trying, instead learning to love and accept yourself for who you are

And exactly that love you held for yourself is what drew Dehya to you in the first place, eventually falling in love with all of you. Sometimes, you yourself couldn't believe that she actually loved you, questioning how you got so lucky. But not like you were complaining about it

Still, the glances and whispers people threw your way when you were walking through the streets, hand in hand with Dehya, often brought you down, knowing exactly what they were talking about

but anytime that happened, Dehya jumped right in, telling those people off, yelling at them to mind their own damn business. And it always worked as they hurried away, afraid of her wrath coming their way

whenever this happened, she'd always comfort you afterwards, knowing that, despite everything, words like that still hurt and weighed down on you. She'd then always tell you how much she loved you, how beautiful you were to her, pointing out everything she loved about you. It always helped to brighten your mood again

then one day, it just so happened that while you were out on a date with Dehya, someone decided to be bold and walk up to Dehya, finally speaking out loud what everyone was thinking

"Dehya.. why exactly are you with them?", he would ask, voice timid and quiet, yet he just had to ask

"You got a problem with my choice in parner, huh?", Dehya spoke up, ready to defend you against the entire world if she had to. She stood up from her place, standing in front of the guy as it almost seemed like she got ready for a fist fight

"N-no! I just meant... they don't.. exactly... suit you..", the guy tried to argue, but realised that with every word, he was just more and more digging his own grave

at this point, Dehya was fed up. She did not care for any onlookers as she beat up the guy. Once he was on the ground and apologizing profusely to her, she let go of him, instead addressing the crowd that had gathered around them

"Okay, everyone listen up because I'm not gonna repeat myself after this! They are my parnter, and I do not care what any of you think or have to say about it. It's my choice and you all better shut up about it, or I'll beat you up just like I did this punk!", she yelled and pointed at the guy still on the ground, blood running from his nose and mouth. Pretty sure she made him loose a teeth or two

surprisingly, after this encounter, people stopped commenting behind your back, your days becoming much calmer and more enjoyable since than. And even if you might not agree with Dehya's actions, you couldn't deny that it did have a positive outcome

Childe

most people would suspect that a person as active in their day to day life as Childe, would want a parnter that is at least similar to them in that way

yet, when they find out that his significant other is actually disabled and in a wheelchair, they can't hide the surprised sounds and expression on their faces

they can't possibly imagine how a relationship like that would last very long, seeing as the two of you would be polar opposites

oh boy, would they be surprised to find out that you and Childe have been going strong for several years now. Sure, you were not able to walk and sometimes, in specific situations, dependent on him, but those are also the moments Childe loved, when he got to show his strength when lifting you up or doing something else for you

at first, you felt stupid for having to rely on him in those specific situations, since you always strived to be as independent as possible, despite your situation. Yet Childe always comforted you, telling you that it wasn't a weakness at all to ask for help every now and then. On the contrary, knowing when you need help can be a great strength. So, that's how you decided to see things from then on, and it did help you a lot

and even though you were bound to this chair, that did not stop the enjoyment you held towards life. You loved traveling around, exploring the world and expieriencing it first hand

it helped a lot that Childe got to travel around a lot thanks to his work, so you'd always ask to accompany him. Of course, there were times where he couldn't do so, but most of the time, he was happy to take you along and show you all the places he knows about, and even discovering new ones with you

whenever he couldn't take you along on his travels, he'd always come back with a tone of souvenirs for you, along with so many stories to tell you that never failed to grab your attention, wishing that you could have been there with him

overall a very good, very protective boyfriend

the first few times he heard people talking about the two of you behind your backs, he went over to them, drawing his weapons, ready to kill whoever dared talk bad about you in his presence

word spread around quickly and soon, no one dared even mutter a word about your relationship, in fear that the Harbinger might catch wind of it and came hunting after them, ready to take their lives

Childe did not mind that reputation at all. He was already known as a battlehungry maniac, and if it meant people left you alone, not having to worry about ill intended comments, than all the better. He can handle it

the most important thing to him is, and always will be, your well being

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader headcanons #genshin impact x reader headcanons #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno headcanons #cyno x reader headcanons #dehya x reader #dehya x you #dehya headcanons #dehya x reader headcanons #childe x reader #childe x you #childe headcanons #childe x reader headcanons

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ma1dita · 9 months

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to chase the sun

words: little over 1k

summary: grumpy!remus hates the rain but loves his sunshine!reader

warnings: none! gender neutral reader but a quick fem mention in the poem at the end, allusions to lycanthropy causing chronic pain, soft!comfy remus

a/n: when will it be my turn. side note, first fic out in YEARS lmfao please feel free to interact and comment! hope yall enjoy xx

(edited/reposted on 9/7/23)

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Remus Lupin hated the rain. People in the streets rush to get away from it, always wanting to run from the cold. It’s lonely, running is. And that is a feeling he is all too familiar with. Loneliness is a friend of his, and it sits with him often when the sky is dark and bleak, nothing unlike how he feels around the time of the full moon. He’s sat at the window of the Gryffindor common room, gazing outside instead of finishing his Herbology homework. It was raining, the kind where big fat drops are hitting the window and dragging their way down the glass. A fire crackled in the corner of the room, the warmth spreading across his scarred skin.

Analyze the benefits and disadvantages of using Muggle practices and methods in herbology, and discuss whether the magical world should adopt more of these innovations.

Remus rubs his forehead and looks out into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, tired eyes seeing the world as so cold and gray in contrast to the comforting heat in the dim light. Warmth. A feeling he’s been chasing for as long as he’s known. Remus is someone who sits in the sunlight to feel it through his bones. He always has a bite of chocolate ready in hopes of taking some of the cold away. The sweaters that drape over his broad shoulders are a constant reminder of an embrace and what it feels like to be held. And well, there’s you.

You. A direct contradiction to every vow of self-deprecation and isolation he’s made to himself since he was bitten, quickly forgotten with every earth-shattering smile you point in his direction. You, his darling angel who’s laughter sounds like orchestral music, the perfect quell to the silence in his head. He wonders what Icarus must have felt like, flying too close to the sun. But as you walk down the dormitory steps with rosy cheeks and an umbrella big enough for two, he understands what it means to take that risk. It was easy to fall. Sunlight is hard to catch, after all.

“Rem? You wanna go for a walk outside? You need a break baby.” You’re smiling at him, rain boots squeaking against the tile in anticipation of his next move.

“It’s raining pretty hard. You really want to go out in the downpour, my sweet?” His brow furrowed as he thought of the rain falling on the streets, and wished he could take it all away. His lover is made of sunshine, and he’d fistfight the sky if it meant he could keep you shining.

“We could dance in the rain like in those muggle movies your mom likes to watch!”

You’re grinning mischievously, looking like getting swept by the wind and rain is the ultimate dream, stumbling over to perch on his lap. His arm wraps around your waist, tickling your stomach as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Just wanna spend time with you, Rem.” Your smile is imprinted on his jaw, and he’s convinced that if someone opened him up to take a peek inside they’d see your kisses gently marked along his heart.

He sighs softly, stroking your back as he bounces his leg lightly. Who wants to sit here and mope writing about plants anyway if you’re sitting there so pretty and beaming at him.

“Only for you.” he gruffs, as you let out a squeal. He never used to give in so easily before, but with you indulgence feels like an unconscious reprieve rather than an intentional choice he might later regret.

“ —But, I’ll just hold the umbrella so you won’t get wet.” Remus interjects, tracing his name into your thigh. You make a noise that resembles a laugh, and it makes it all the more easier to get up and put a jacket on, despite the comfort of his position in holding you pleading for him not to.

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Your hands are intertwined as you both briskly walk down the cobblestone path. Remus, taking slower, larger steps and you, hopping into every small puddle that presents as an obstacle to your grand destination of nowhere, just to pass the time.

Remus stays quiet, one hand firmly on the umbrella and the other in yours. His entire being aches in the cold like this, another consequence of his unwanted ailment, but he grazes his thumb against your hand like someone rubbing themself warm in the presence of fire. You’re both standing in the field now and the way you gaze at him makes it feel like he could stay here forever if you asked him to.

The look in your eyes confirms that you’re itching to rush out from under the umbrella, to feel the wetness pelt against your skin. Instead, you lean against his chest, tapping your fingers along his spine as you both listen to the pitter patter of the rain. As you hum a love song you heard on the radio, he notices you close your eyes, safe in his arms and under the protection of shade. Peace is a feeling hard to find at the age of 17, but in the solace of your company, it makes one wonder what else could be defined as this.

He drops the umbrella.

“Baby! The rain…” you shriek, moving impossibly closer to him. He’d let you crawl into his skin if you could ever want to.

A laugh bubbles to the surface as he looks at you, hanging off of him.

“Wanna dance?”

Remus hopes you don’t mind the red in his cheeks as he holds his hand out. The rain washes away any doubt he had about loving you.

“But you’re getting all wet. You don’t like the rain.”

Raindrops are glistening as they fall off your eyelashes, dripping down your cheeks. Your hair is drenched now, and Remus can’t help but smile at you, shaking his head into your face like a wet dog.

“I don’t mind it. I love you.”

He continues to hum where you left off, spinning and dipping you before pulling you back into his chest as you giggle. He looks up at the sky, then looks at you. You’re still so warm, and he then realizes he has sunlight in his grasp.

“I could stay here all night!” You yell with glee, skipping circles around him, arms stretched towards the heavens.

“Dunno about that, baby, but we can try.”

Remus contemplates it, noticing a chill in the air as he crosses his arms, watching you dance with the raindrops. He accidentally steps into a puddle as he shifts his foot.

Yup. Remus Lupin still dislikes the rain. His sock is wet and the feeling seeps through him slowly, as you splash him. Warmth.

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Remus Lupin never thought recovering from a full moon could feel worse, until of course it did.

“100.4! Sheesh, Moony you really did a number on yourself frolicking in the rain before your time of the month, huh?” Sirius says, tossing the thermometer to the bedside drawer. He’s tucked into his bed sniffing loudly as he burrows his head deeper into the pillow.

“Beat you. I got 100.6.” A head pops out from under the covers wrapping arms around him, giggling and then sneezing. Daylight is spilling across his sheets. Warmth.

“Was worth it.” he mumbles, snuggling closer in his twin bed.

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“I love her as she is,

doing her thing,

I would never want

to control her fire;

All I need is

to be near it.”

Marc Anthony

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x reader fluff #marauders era #marauders x reader #remus lupin x gn!reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #grumpy x sunshine #remus lupin #made by ma1dita ♥︎#for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

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txmxkis · 3 months

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Rinii, what do you think kuroo would say or react when reader starts feeling self-conscious about readers body, like if reader asks "am i getting fatter" or "do you think im fat?"

ohhhhhh i did not plan to do this but this is something that is so personal to me

warnings. gn!reader, fluffy and probably cheesy as always, chubby!reader is implied but i tried to keep it as inclusive as possible, reader is insecure. again, apparently i can only write self indulgent things my bad

you were supposed to be ready to leave the apartment half an hour ago. you weren't usually one to be late to anything, in fact it made you incredibly anxious when you were. however, today your insecurity outweighed your need to be punctual, and you just couldn't leave while looking like this.

actually, today you couldn't leave looking like anything. pieces of clothing lay strewn across the room, hangers discarded on the floor next to the closet. you had tried on every single one, and still there were none that looked flattering on you.

"oi! are you ready yet? i mean, take your time 'n everything, but technically we're late."

kuroo's voice calling from the other room pulls you out of your thoughts momentarily. he never rushes you, which is something you appreciate greatly. it helps that he knows you well enough to know that you would never be late without good reason.

"is there something i can help with orrrr?"

you could hear his voice getting closer and you really didn't want him to see you in this state right now.

he pokes his head past the doorframe and makes a noise of astonishment.

"a tornado go through here while i was gone or somethin'? or are you just trying to spontaneously reorganize things again."

you roll your eyes at that second thing.

"noooo, i just can't decide what to wear. nothing looks good on me today."

he's standing fully in the doorway now, hands in his pockets as he raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

"then wear nothing, it looks great on you."

he smirks and you make a futile attempt not to crack a smile as you feel your face start to burn. suddenly you're even more self conscious, so you grab the nearest piece of clothing to hold in front of you.

"tetsurou, i'm being serious! we needed to leave like forty minutes ago and i can't wear any of these clothes without looking-"

you stop yourself just before you could say fat. you hate giving the word a negative connotation. there's nothing wrong with being fat, nothing that should make you feel like this, anyway. like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. usually you were pretty neutral about your body, on very rare occasions could even love things about it. sometimes, it all catches up to you, though.

all the whispers in your head that come from no one but yourself, degrading you and making you feel worthless because of how you look. logically, you know those thoughts are complete and utter bullshit, but it's so hard to continuously fight against them. today, you're slipping a little.

"i know exactly what you're thinking over there. something about your clothes not fitting quite right and that somehow it makes you unloveable."

you don't even have time to pretend to be shocked that he knows you so well before he just keeps on going.

"well i've got news for you, babe, i've never seen you manage to look bad. i actually think it's impossible for you or something."

for a few moments too long, you just stand there gaping at him. he takes that as his cue to walk towards you, remove the sweater that you've been using as a shield, and toss it off to the side.

"there. better."

you finally snap out of it and smack him on the arm, but before you can pull away, he catches your wrist. he brings it up to his lips slowly, and kisses right where your pulse is probably hammering away at the moment, locking eyes with you as he does.

how are you ever supposed to argue with him if he keeps stunning you into silence?

"i don't think you'll ever understand how much i love you, doesn't matter if you change physically or not. and it doesn't matter what you wear either, so can you pleaseeee put on something so we can go. we both know you'll look perfect in anything."

"ugh, fine! but you get to help me pick."

he rubs his hands together with a devious grin, and you know he'll be grabbing the most revealing thing he can find. you know him well, too, after all.

"something appropriate."

"awww, damn."

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devilfic · 4 months

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❝honeymoon❞

III. on the clock.

parts: previously / next plot: your mother has been conducting business with some pretty shady business partners and it puts you in danger. thankfully, saving you is in your husband's job description. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to (fake) lovers, implied history between reader and bruce, violence, bruce being a little Bossy, use of the gender neutral honorific "mx" (feel free to insert mr. or mrs. there if you like). words: 2.1k.

a/n: been watching a bit of supergirl lately and I'm a big fan of the "supergirl is lena's scary guard dog" dynamic they've got going on. got inspired

You suck in a breath between barely parted lips before the smoke hits you in a cloud. Thick, pungent. You hold your breath even as the smoke tickles your eyes, makes them water, until it clears and all you're left with is the bastard sitting across from you, "I understand that it might be... upsetting to hear, but Wayne Enterprises thanks you for all you've done during our partnership."

Cigar hanging from the jaws of a wolf, Mr. Carpinelli is hardly upset. He's grinning around the head of his cigar when he tells you, "You're making a big fucking mistake." He's furious.

You keep your head held high, "Again, I deeply apologize for how abrupt this must be. As acting CEO, I have had to make some tough decisions in the past but this is by far one of the toughest." You bite the lie out, appearing sweet and docile. "You were one of our best. We will be looking forward to all Carpinelli & Sons' future business ventures."

You hear the hacking in his throat before it lands on the ground in front of your feet: a fat, muddy glob of spit sits a (thankful) hair away from your shoe, and even you can't bother to hide your scowl.

You let him smoke in your (Bruce's) office. You let him kick his feet up on your desk. You even let him have some of the good brandy, and watched him gobble it up like four ounces of the stuff didn't cost the full price of his pretty snakeskin shoes.

And he spit at you.

Mr. Carpinelli stands to his feet and puts his cigar out on your desk and really, that should have did it for you, but you bite your tongue until you taste blood. Then he points one fat finger at you, about as fat as the Corojo burning a ring in your desk, "Tell your bitch of a mother she should've told me herself."

"My bitch of a mother didn't give the order," and your venom is not on behalf of your mother, lest anyone be mistaken, "I did."

Something flickers in Carpinelli's eyes. Without another word, he leaves the office in a flourish, and you sink back into your chair only when your ears cease ringing.

Bruce is delighted. Or you think he might be. You weren't certain what delight looked like on him these days, but the solid "OK" in response is enough for you to focus on your shaking. You remind yourself that you're not out of the woods yet, and that Carpinelli was only one half of the dastardly duo you needed to break up. Eventually, or rather, imminently, she would find out what you'd done. It'd be better to break the news in person before she got word from Carpinelli herself.

But Bruce approved. Bruce, who'd been on the same page as you when you'd brought up the idea, who'd left you in less despair than when he'd found you, agreed with you. Your mother be damned and damned should she be, you at least had Bruce on your side.

You step out into humidity and immediately one of the doormen flanks you, rushing to open your car door for you with a "Goodnight, Mx. Wayne" and a "get home safe" that goes in one ear and out the other. You just barely have the wits about you to return the pleasantry, climbing into the backseat of your car with your hand halfway to the collar of your coat when you freeze.

Across from you is Mr. Carpinelli, smiling around another cigar. How the smell of it hadn't hit you when you first sat down was far beyond you. The car jerks into Gotham city traffic without a hitch. A glance in the rear-view tells you that this is not your usual driver.

You're trying really hard to not let this get to you.

"I forgot to say before: congratulations on the nuptials."

"The wedding hasn't happened yet."

Carpinelli raises an eyebrow, "But you still make the help call you Wayne?"

"Can I help you with something, Mr. Carpinelli?" It takes some hidden strength in you to keep the shake out of your voice, "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough before?"

The mob boss stretches his leg until his foot is pressing into the bottom of your seat, those same pretty snakeskin shoes marred by mucky rainwater. You turn your knees away but feel the water drip onto your ankle. You resist the severe urge to drive an ice pick through his skull.

"I called your mommy after our little conversation," your blood runs cold, "and she told me to disregard your little... power trip." He blows a ring of smoke, "So no bad blood here."

"Did she, now?"

"Mhm. Seemed pretty pissed, too. Hope she doesn't ground ya."

"You seem to think it's her name on the building."

"It ain't yours."

"Yet."

Carpinelli laughs, brushing some ash onto the carpet, "Funny. How that works." And he sits up, crouching in front of you with his cigar raised above your knee. His other hand clutches it in his meaty palm. His cigar is close enough to the skin that you can feel the heat coming off of it, all the while struggling against suffocating on the smoke. Your phone is in your coat pocket and there'd be no way to discreetly get to it with him this close. "Listen, doll. I'm doing this as a courtesy. I don't usually give people the chance to piss me off twice."

The panic button in all Wayne Enterprises vehicles is under the seat, however.

Carpinelli keeps talking and you take your hands out of your lap, leaning forward and feigning that you're listening. All the while, your fingers are stretching under the seat, searching for that little, tiny, infinitesimal-

The car rocks violently as something heavy lands on top of it with a thud. It shocks Carpinelli enough that he lets your knee go, turning his head up to the ceiling, "What the fuck was that?"

The driver knows just as much as the two of you do. You feel him jerk the car straight, but before he can pull over to check what made the sound, a fist punches through the roof of the car.

It's enough to make Carpinelli fall over like a bumbling buffoon.

He doesn't get very long to collect himself. The metal of the roof is being torn back, making an ugly sound as the hole gets bigger. You manage to locate the panic button just in time to see a hand reach down into the car and grip Carpinelli by the front of his suit and... and snatch him out.

The driver nearly crashes the car into a building trying to pull to a stop, fumbling futilely for the handgun at his side, but another hole is punched into the roof above his head and he's dragged out just as dramatically as Carpinelli.

Before you can be stolen too, you crawl to the front and unlock the car before throwing your full weight against the door to escape.

Outside, you find the driver splayed out on the sidewalk, out cold. On the street, Carpinelli is crawling away on all fours from... your husband. In all his caped glory.

"I-I didn't do nothing! I swear!" Carpinelli cries. You watch, however, as Bruce plods up to him. He ignores his pleas for mercy and yanks him up by the collar once more. Carpinelli's feet dangle inches off the ground.

"Who'd you pay off?" Bruce's voice barely carries over the noise of the city, but you hear it from where you're crouched behind the car.

"Wh... what? What are you talking about?" Bruce violently shakes Carpinelli and you watch as the smaller man grips at his arm for dear life. "I swear to God, I got no idea what you're talking about!"

"Your driver. Not your car. Who did you pay off?"

Carpinelli's eyes are wild. You've never seen true fear like that before, "Nobody! Nobody. My guy stole the keys and badge off the other driver. That's all!" When Bruce doesn't immediately release him, the mob boss keeps squealing, "T-The driver's in the boiler room. Knocked out cold. He's not dead. I promise."

Seconds might as well be minutes as you and Carpinelli hold your breaths. Waiting for the Batman's judgment.

Bruce yanks Carpinelli toward the car, rams his head into the trunk, and lets the unconscious mob boss roll under the boot.

After a few stuttered breaths, you stand to your feet.

Bruce doesn't raise his head from where he'd been staring down Carpinelli, but his eyes flit to you in an instant. Stepping over the bottom half of your abductor, Bruce makes his way around to you.

You're gearing up to tell him you're alright when his hands find both sides of your face, effectively silencing you, "Did he hurt you?"

You tremble. The adrenaline rush was falling steadily, but Bruce hasn't touched you like this since... since... since before he began to hate you.

His eyes are all full of concern though, the clearest his expression has been toward you since this whole engagement kicked off in the first place. You feel like you're really seeing him right now and it's too delicate for you to grasp. You wade in it a little longer, selfishly, "You got here just in time. Before I even hit the panic button, I- how?"

You're surprised to find Bruce suddenly timid. He releases your cheeks and despite the dewy heat of early summer, you crave the warmth of his hands instantaneously. "There's a bug in the office."

You blink, "Come again?"

"The cars, too."

"Like... recently, or..." Bruce gives you a look that says "I think you know the answer to that". Somehow, this is more chilling than almost being kidnapped. "Do you... listen to everything?"

"Do you have something to hide?"

No, you want to say, just hours of me singing to myself, ranting to the wall, and unscheduled visits from my mother about how I should baby trap you. Surely, if he'd heard any of that, he'd have sued your mother into oblivion and this whole marriage would have been done for. You swallow down the panic and shake your head, "Not really, no."

Sirens in the distance grow louder as they reach your destination, and sure enough, the signal to the GCPD had gone through without a hitch. Several cop cars round the corner and Bruce carries Carpinelli and the driver's body out into the street for them to pick up.

You glance between him and the first cop that pulls up, "I should... probably grab another ride to my mother's. She's going to be furious about... well, everything."

But before you can walk away, Bruce grips your upper arm and pulls you back into his side, making you stumble and grab onto his chest. You stare up at him, bewildered. Bruce grunts. "That can wait. I'm taking you home."

"But the police-"

"Emilio Carpinelli? Is it my birthday, Batman?" One of the cops snickers as he walks up, handcuffs at the ready, "What happened here?"

Bruce cuts you off before you can answer, "Attempted kidnapping and criminal threat toward the Wayne Enterprises CEO. Carpinelli admitted to the assault of the Waynes' driver, as well as stealing his badge and keys. Send a car to Wayne Enterprises to retrieve the driver from the boiler room. That's all he admitted to."

"Will do. And you, Mx. Wayne? Sure hope he didn't get his filthy paws on ya."

You shake your head, "No, thank goodness. Batman arrived just in time."

The cop nods, "Well, we'll probably need to bring you in for further questioning. Just to corroborate the story in fuller detail."

"Tomorrow. Bruce Wayne wants them back home now."

The cop looks between you and Batman, eyes narrowing in confusion. Eventually, they land back on you for confirmation, "Yes," you breathe, leaning into Bruce's side with intention now, "my husband- well, fiancé is very worried. But I'll be happy to stop by the precinct bright and early tomorrow morning, if that's alright?"

And it's not like the guy is gonna argue with you when your kidnapping lead to the arrest of one of the biggest dons running Gotham City. He leaves you and Bruce with a nod and a call to stay safe.

But as Bruce leads you in the direction of what is slowly appearing to be the "Batmobile", you pry his hand off your arm and hold it in between you instead, "Mr. Wayne wants me home, you said?"

Bruce pointedly ignores the teasing in your tone, "God forbid someone else tries to make off with you."

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne scenarios #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman scenarios #batman fic #the batman #battinson x reader #battinson #dc #mjwrites #bw; honeymoon

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twsted-kinks · 10 months

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Biology Nerd (Malleus X Yuu/Reader)

>minors and ageless dni<

MC/Reader goes by Yuu and gender neutral and fat (I don't really mention that but this is self indulgent and I'm fat so reader is fat)

Something kinda fluffy for once with a bit of spice and a dash of angst

Content Warning: cultural and biological differences, Yuu not knowing about cultural differences and doing romantic and sexual things with others, Malleus letting Yuu touch him inappropriately but Yuu doesn't understand that touching him like that is very intimate and/or sexual for fae/dragons, Malleus being absolutely smitten, some slight Malleus angst about him being lonely, Grim being scared, dragon cuddles

(I'm probably gonna write more spec biology stuff with twst but idk)

Yuu will be the first to say that suddenly being ripped from your home and put into a completely different world where everything you know no longer exists or applies to reality fucking sucks. But, Yuu will also admit that they love having a whole new world to learn about. Learning the basics of a whole knew evolutionary and sociological history with multiple sapient species that are both human and non human while having access to a full college library? Sign them the FUCK up! Crowley was thankful for Yuu's enthusiasm. Simply allowing full access to the library appeased them. Grim did not have fun at first, but having a human look at him in awe helped. Yuu was so curious about his ability to speak and his connection to fire magic. They would not stop asking him so many questions!

Yuu went around learning with wide eyes like a toddler. They at least knew not to just randomly touch people and that it's inappropriate to ask in the first place, but still, they would not stop staring. Leona, Ruggie, and Jack can constantly feel Yuu's eyes on their ears and tails. Leona gets annoyed and snaps at Yuu usually while Ruggie will let Yuu touch then in exchange for either money or food. Jack doesn't comment on it while Yuu does nothing to try to touch him, and Jack is happy to keep it that way.

Floyd and Jade find Yuu's reactions to them to be greatly entertaining. During their first interaction, all of Yuu's friends immediately ran, but Yuu stayed, just staring up at the twins.

"I like y'all's teeth." And with a few simple words, the tweels were glued to Yuu. Yuu is always excited to see their mer form, but will gladly settle on hanging out with the tweels when they got legs. Yuu also enjoys being on teeth cleaning duty. They get to look at cool sharp teeth and a second jaw. They also get free food from the twins, and all they got to do is clean some teeth? Hell yeah! Azul could inform Yuu about what Floyd and Jade opening their mouths means for eel mer culture, but this little arrangement keeps the two out of trouble. Plus, Azul is afraid Yuu will go on a question asking tangent and will ask about Azul's mer form, and he does not want to deal with that.

The species and cultures Yuu knows the least about is the fae. Yuu honestly didn't even notice that fae were a thing until Ace pointed out the ppinty ears, and Yuu just went :o "Holy shit" :D "That's so cool!" Then there was Yuu's first time meeting Malleus. Should Yuu be more concerned about a stranger just wandering around outside their dorm? Yes, but he has HORNS! The first words spoken between the dragon fae and little magicless human were:

"Wow, your horns are pretty."

Malleus was taken aback by this human, just talking to him casually, complimenting his horns, and smiling at him with so much wonder. Even though Malleus never gave his name, his friendship with the human grew fast. Yuu came up with a multitude of names for Malleus, having a new one each time they met. Horton, Sir Hornington, Goth Babe, Briar Boy, Fae Bae, and more, but a few reoccurring ones Malleus adores. Malmal is the most recent iteration of his name that has stuck around the longest. But,, whenever Malleus visits Yuu upset, Yuu always calls him sweetie and tries to comfort him. It's gotten to a point that the Yuu always keeps a tub of ice cream in their freezer specifically for when Malleus is upset.

Malleus always knew Yuu had an interest in the different cultures and species of the Twisted Wonderland, but he didn't understand just how fascinated you were until the time for Halloween came and Yuu saw Malleus's tail for the first time. Malleus remembers it clearly. Yuu stopped a couple feet away from him, gasped, and then screamed "CHONKY TAIL!!!" The human immediately went behind Malleus, started admiring his tail, and asked so many questions. One of them being if they can touch it, and he let you, much to the dismay of Sebek who was trying to get Yuu to be more respectful. Lilia was the only one to pick up on the blush on Malleus's ears. Yuu did mistake Malleus's tail as a part of the costume, not realising it was actually a part of him at first, and apologized, but Malleus assured you it was alright and that the can keep touching his tail. He didn't mind at all.

Now, Malleus almost abuses the admiration Yuu has for his tail. Lilia, Sebek, and Silver absolutely notice his tendency to approach them and, if they were focusing on something that isn't him, Malleus will fwip out his tail and Yuu would become entranced. Yuu just adores Malleus's tail and, whenever given the chance, will touch it, pet it, even just hold it. Malleus finds it endearing and adorable.

And well, Yuu already has permission to touch his tail, why not ask Malleus if they can learn more about his anatomy? Yuu asks to touch Malleus's horns one day. Yuu’s already stepped over the line with touching his tail, so why not let Yuu touch his horns? Malleus has now turned into Yuu's personal lapcat much to Grim’s dismay. Malleus has gifted the human with a kit for horn cleaning and visits Ramshackle regularly so he can rest his head in Yuu’s lap and have them clean his horns. Yuu is pretty sure Malleus dirties his horns on purpose just so they wil clean them, but they don't mind.

One day though, during the weekend, Yuu invites Malleus over for a full-blown sleepover. Malleus is ecstatic and quickly informs his entourage. Sebek is fully against it while Lilia and Silver think this wil be good for Malleus, though Silver wants the three of them to tag along as well. It takes some convincing, but Lilia convinces the other to let Malleus have his alone time with the child of man. Malleus packs his essentials and teleports to Ramshackle to find the prefect and Grim gathering pillows and blankets, getting materials ready to build a pillow fort.

Malleus has an absolute blast. Such simple games and activities he’s never experienced before, Malleus enjoys it all. Everything is going smoothly, Malleus is relaxing, face cuddled into Yuu’s chest. A moving picture plays on the human’s little screen device while Grim snores as he sleeps on a pillow twice his size. Yuu is petting Malleus's hair, running their fingers through it when they pause at his bangs. They shift the hair covering his forehead and gasps.

“You got scales there?” Yuu says in astonishment as they study the black scales on Malleus's forehead.

“Hm? Have you not seen them before now?” Malleus asks.

“I guess I haven't.” Yuu runs their fingers across the scales. “They're pretty. I'm surprised you don't have more scattered around.”

“Oh, I do, but I find others are less intimidated when they're hidden. My clothing preferences hide a majority, but I also utilize magic to hide some of the more obvious ones.”

“But they're so pretty!” Yuu whines but then backpedals. “I mean- If you feel more comfortable hiding them then go ahead, but I bet they're very pretty.”

“Glamor is common among the fae. Changing my skin takes little effort and is of little consequence.”

“You mean your makeup?”

“It is similar to that, yes.”

“Huh, well it's your face.” Yuu shrugs. “You can do want you want, but I bet you look cute with your scales out.”

And with that, the fae leans up and parts of his face shift, revealing small scales around his outer eyes, below and behind his ears, and along the back and sides of his neck. Yuu stares at Malleus, making the fae worry for a moment, until, suddenly, the human’s hands are on Malleus's cheeks.

“Holy shit!” Yuu squees as they look over Malleus's face. “How the fuck did you make yourself prettier!”

The dragon fae’s eyes are wide for a moment, the tips of his ears a light pink, and then he chuckles. “You are truly unique, child of man.”

“Me?” Yuu laughs. “You're the one with scales here! Just- look at how the light refracts off of them! They look black, but then the light bounces off and parts of them look purple!”

“Oh?” Malleus has never noticed that before.

“You even got little ones here too!” One of Yuu’s hands moves to Malleus's ear, fingers tracing the shell.

Malleus freezes then gulps. Yuu’s fingers run up the edge of his ear, pauses at the top, then runs back down to his lobe. Malleus buries his face back into Yuu’s chest. The tips of Malleus's ears burn red, he hopes Yuu doesn't notice.

“Ah, shit.” Yuu pulls their hand away. “Do you have sensitive ears? I should've asked.”

“It’s alright.” Malleus pulls away slightly and murmurs. “It felt nice. I do not mind you touching my ears.”

“You sure?”

“I would like for you to continue.” Malleus says with a thump coming after when his tail hits the floor.

“What? Want me to massage your ears and tail?” Yuu asks with a chuckle. “Need me to get your back too?”

“Yes, that should be adequate.”

Yuu laughs, brings both of their hands to Malleus's ears, and begins to rub them. Malleus lets out a deep sigh as he practically melts under the human’s touch. Yuu continues rubbing the dragon falls ears and and coos "If you want me to get your back, you're gonna need to move."

"No." Malleus hums into Yuu's chest. "Ears now. Focus on my ears."

"Alright, alright." Yuu chuckles. What Yuu doesn't know is just how intimate this is for fae. Touching a fae's ears is considered a very intimate activity done between mates because their ears are a major erogenous zone. At this point, Malleus isn't sure about his relationship with Yuu, but Yuu touching his ears feels right to him. The fae's eyes dilate as his breathing becomes heavier the more Yuu touches his ears. The end of Malleus's tails lightly thumps onto the floor again and again.

"I don't get it." Yuu moves one of their hands into Malleus's hair and runs their fingers down to feel the scales on his neck. "I don't get how people can be so scared of you when you're basically an oversized puppy but reptilian."

A deep vibration grumbles from Malleus's chest and he lifts himself up, facing Yuu. The whites of his eyes have turned a glowing green and more scales have appeared encasing most of his neck and shoulders. The thin tips of a forked tongue poke out from and slip back into his mouth.

Yuu cups both of Malleus's cheeks in their hands and smiles. "Just a big adorable boy."

The sound of ripping fabric startles Yuu for a moment as black wings begin to tear their way from the back of Malleus's night shirt and spread open. Yuu looks at them, eyes wide, as they reach out and touch the leathery skin.

"You are truly extraordinary, child of man."

"Says the man who just sprouted wings in front of me."

"But you do not look at me with fear. You do not look at me with an otherworldly reverence. When you look at me you..." Malleus rests his hand over the one against his cheek.

"Malmal." Yuu's face shifts to a look of worry. "You okay? You can talk to me if you want."

Malleus gazes at Yuu. There' so much he wants to say, but he hesitates.

"But-" Yuu adds. "If you don't feel like talking now, we can just keep cuddling, or do you want me to massage your tail? Or maybe your wings?"

Malleus smiles. "I would enjoy that."

~~Meanwhile~~

"Hornton is gonna kill my henchman!" Grim runs on all four into the Diasomnia dorm, screaming at the top of his lungs. He quickly gains the attention of some dorm members including Sebek and Lilia (who drags a sleeping Silver behind him).

"How dare you use such a name for the Young Master!" Sebek is screaming back. Silver finally wakes up from all of the screaming, so him and Lilia get Grim and Sebek to stop screaming and have Grim finally explain why he's there.

"I heard a ripping sound and woke up to see big wings and a pair of glowing eyes on top of my henchman. That prince of yours is going to eat them!"

"Oh?" Lilia coos with a smirk. "I don't think that will be happening, at least not the type you're thinking. Still, I have not had the talk yet with that boy, so maybe we should drop by before we're stuck with a political crisis."

With a quick teleportation spell, all four are just outside the Ramshackle Dorm. The door is slammed open to reveal a dragon (that is way too big to be in the common area) curled up, sleeping like a cat, with a little human laying across his snout and forehead, passed out with a smile on their face.

#twst writings #twst x reader #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu

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augiewrites · 7 months

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“secret admirer” - dead poets society (part 6)

summary: y/n is introduced to the dead poets society and faces a shocking realization

pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.2k

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Morning was quickly melting into the afternoon, and Y/N had yet to get out of bed

Currently, they were staring at the ceiling, thinking about a certain brown haired annoyance. Thinking about how nice his voice sounded when he recited Shakespeare—about how nice his voice would sound reciting the poetry being delivered to them. He wasn’t that bad when Y/N really thought about it.

They needed to stop thinking.

Thankfully, a distraction swiftly entered the room, launching a muffin at Y/N’s head.

“If you’re not going to get out of bed, you at least need to eat something,” Quinn started in on Y/N, “are you dying? Be honest.”

“Physically? No.” Y/N grimaced, “Bran? Really?”

“If you wanted a chance at anything good, you should have gotten out of bed.”

A stare down.

“You’ve been shutting me out, Y/N. Remember when we used to be friends?”

Y/N picked at the muffin, mumbling, “It’s not on purpose.”

Quinn’s frustration turned to worry as they sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed.

“What’s going on with you?”

“I don’t know. My parents are on my ass about my grades, I have a fat crush on a stranger, and all my time is being taken up by schoolwork that I couldn’t care less about.”

Quinn smirked at Y/N, “Seems like you do know, bud.”

“I just wish I knew what the end goal was,” Y/N’s voice cracked, “if he even has one.”

“He has to come forward at some point, Y/N. Either that, or he slips up and you find out anyway. If he doesn’t, then he’s a coward and doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

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Y/N ventured out for dinner that evening after spending the afternoon ignoring their responsibilities with Quinn.

They were enjoying themselves until six familiar boys entered the dining hall. Usually Y/N would be happy to see them, but today their presence did nothing but remind them of all the bad emotions swirling around their head.

The group of boys gave Y/N friendly smiles and a few waves from across the room as Meeks broke off and headed their way.

He sat down in the empty seat beside Quinn, blushing slightly.

Meeks gave Quinn a small smile and a nod before turning to Y/N, “Will you be there tonight?”

Y/N pushed some stray carrots around their plate, “I don’t know, Steven…”

“Y/N, you have to come,” a nervous glance at Quinn, “you’ll understand. Might even help feed your soul a bit.”

“…Okay.”

“Okay?”

Y/N couldn’t help but to smile, “Yes, nerd—I’ll be there.”

“You won’t regret this. Trust.”

The boy shot a smile at Y/N, and then to Quinn before leaving the table—returning to his friends that had been periodically sending confused looks across the room.

Quinn was gaping at Y/N.

“What was that? Where are you going? Is he going to kill you? Should I be worried?”

Y/N let out an incredulous laugh, “I think I’ll be fine…not really sure where we’re going, though.”

“To his killing lair, probably.”

“I could take him.”

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Y/N slipped outside that night and was thankful that the temperature had yet to drop below freezing.

They were going to ditch if Meeks didn’t show up in the next five minutes. A guard dog was barking in the distance, and Y/N didn’t need a demerit on top of everything else.

Meeks’ hushed voice calling their name snapped them out of their thoughts. Pitts was trailing along behind him.

“Come on,” Meeks took Y/N by the wrist, “follow us.”

The further the trio moved away from campus and into the woods, the more worried Y/N was that Quinn was right.

“You guys aren’t taking me out here to kill me right?”

The boys laughed with a chorus of “no” and “trust us.”

“You sure,” Y/N grinned, “the cloaks aren’t really helping your case.”

Meeks exclaimed, “It’s cold!” as Pitts simultaneously laughed out, “it’s not a ritual killing if we don’t wear matching outfits.”

“Not funny,” Meeks pointed an accusatory finger at Pitts before looking at Y/N, “we’re here—watch your step.”

Y/N entered the small cave and was met with varying looks of surprise from four other boys.

“What the hell are they doing here?” Charlie blurted out.

Neil stepped forward, pushing on Charlie’s shoulder so he would take a seat, “Don’t mind him, Y/N. You’re more than welcome to be here.”

Y/N gave the boy a smile, looking around the cave in awe, “What is this?”

“This,” Knox outstretched his arms, gesturing around the small space, “is the Dead Poets Society.”

“Holy shit,” Y/N let out a small laugh.

“Here, take a seat,” Meeks guided them to a flat outcropping of rock before looking around at the others with a smile, “let’s get started.”

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After the boys threw a variety of snacks onto an outstretched coat, they recited an excerpt from a worn looking book.

Thus, the meeting commenced.

The boys went around the circle, reading various writings from the book and some of their own creation. Y/N’s heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time.

Todd held out the book in offering, his eyes twinkling in a way they had never seen, “Y/N?”

Y/N took the book with no hesitation, flipping through the pages until it landed on one of their favorites from Whitman.

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true soul and body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you. O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you. […]

The boys cheered—Y/N’s heart soared.

I could easily fall in love with any of these boys, they thought, my poet could be anyone here, and I would be the happiest person on the planet.

Charlie—who had been uncharacteristically quiet thus far—gently took the book from Y/N, standing up as he cleared his throat.

“This poem,” Charlie thumbed through the book before looking around the cave, his eyes lingering on Y/N’s for a beat, “reminds me of someone whom I admire.”

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Y/N suddenly had tunnel vision, and they barely registered Neil springing into a Shakespearian monologue.

Dalton? That poem—could he really?…

~~~

final part

a/n: the next part will be the last <;/3

taglist: @vvnbxz @edb954

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punkitt-is-here · 5 months

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so sorry that people are harassing you, calling you fat and whatnot - you're extremely pretty and funny and you deserve normal anons, have a good day

dawg i got no issue with being called fat, it's literally a neutral word to me. i just think its funny when im called fat when i feel like thats just. untrue to my appearance? if i get fatter and older tho i dont give a shit lol a lot of my art should make that clear i dont see issue with it

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ms--lobotomy · 9 days

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FUCK YOU (literally) you get a Leman-Magnus sandwich. Well, it would be a you sandwich, with them as a bread. AAAAAAAAaaaah.

Summary: Sandwich. You are the meat. Leman and Magnus are the bread.

Word Count: 966

Content Warnings: SMUT, 2 Primarchs doing it (I don't see it as Primarch/Primarch shipping because the focus is on the reader), reader's got 2 holes but is referred to with gender neutral pronouns, impossibly large wieners, Leman's fat like the gods INTENDED, belly bulge, I'm letting the impulsive thoughts win this one, oh yeah also Leman has a knot because DUH

Image Credit: squishyowl (their focus is on the reader but I don't want you to be uncomfortable, so I'm not tagging you this time)

Leman's fangs glinted in the low light as he grinned at Magnus. He was pulling you down on him as you cried out, grasping his sides like a lifeline. He was big; taller than Magnus normally stood, and wide too. He was warm against you, inhumanly so, but it wasn't uncomfortable per se. You could hear a quiet hiss as Magnus gripped the sides of his chair, his hands smoldering. At this transgression, Leman opened his mouth to speak again.

"You can't join in until you get those flames under control," he chided between grunts.

You looked down at your belly. A bulge was beginning to show up, a bulge where Leman had entered you. You looked back up at him. He looked back down on you, as if feeling your gaze on him. Your face scrunched up as you tried to get out some words, but all that came out was incoherent moaning. Leman looked back up at Magnus as he pressed your head to him with his free hand.

""They don't need you, Mags," he said as Magnus glared at him. "They're doing just fine without you." "

You turned around for naught but a second before Leman pressed your head to his again as his knot entered you with a wet pop. You cried out before he took you up a little bit, throwing you up and down on him. Magnus shifted in his seat a little, growing ever so taller. He must've started at around 10 feet when he got here, now he was closer to 13. Hell, he might even be taller than Leman now.

Magnus said your name, his voice deep and penetrating. You shuddered, and Leman grabbed onto you harder. He repeated your name before he continued. "...will be fine."

"Let's ask them," Leman mused, stopping inside of you for a minute. "Hey, do you think Magnus should join in?"

Before you could say anything, Leman began to move your lips and speak in a high-pitched voice. "No, Leman, we don't need him, you're a much better lay."

Magnus simmered again as Leman chuckled and resumed activity. Before long, though, you heard a voice in your head. Magnus's voice. You looked behind you, confused as his lips remained shut.

"Do you want me to join in?" he'd asked you.

Before Leman could turn your head back, you'd nodded.

You could feel Magnus's smug grin on the back of your neck as he stood up from the chair. He sat behind you on the bed, slightly taller than Leman, and grabbed at your waist. He started to grind against your ass, already hard. You leaned back onto him. He was warm against you, close to burning hot but not quite there.

Leman grabbed you and pulled you in close to him again as he thrust harder and faster into you. He was growling, too, but he made no effort to push Magnus away. Magnus chuckled as he slid in behind you, steadily finding a rhythm with Leman. Magnus wasn't very big at the moment. Rather, he grew to accommodate the rest of him in time.

Your fists clenched and your head rolled back in Leman's arms as you climaxed around him, clenching him and spilling all over him. "Agh, fuck, Leman... Magnus..." you groaned, looking up at Leman.

"Hah! They said my name first," remarked Leman with a shit-eating smirk.

"They didn't cum when it was only you in the picture," said Magnus. You couldn't see it, but his expression was much more thoughtful, his singular crimson eye staring down at you with reverence. "It's quite sorry, actually."

Leman snarled at Magnus. "You tomato-headed fuck--" he started as one of his hands left you and curled up into a fist. As you grabbed for his hand, he looked down at you and cleared his throat.

"Maybe I'll knock your block off after I... we... finish," he said, wrapping his other hand around your head.

You could feel Magnus speeding up the tempo between the two of them, and you cried out. "Fuck... Magnus..."

"Ha!" shouted Magnus before biting his lip. "Nngh..."

"You're cumming, aren't you?" asked Leman. As if on cue, Magnus spilled himself in you with a loud grunt. He said your name with reverence and care as he finished. Leman, funnily enough, didn't fight Magnus as he kept you on him, throbbing into your backside before releasing you onto Leman.

Leman wasn't long either. He grunted over the top of your head as he came in you, his knot swelling to keep the sticky white liquid inside of you. He kept you on him, leaning down to rest his head on top of yours. You could feel his large body around you, pressing you to the bed as he lay down next to you.

Magnus shoved his way in behind you, back to around 10 feet tall. He wrapped his arms around you lower than Leman's, and pressed you back to him. You groaned, trying to flop onto your back, and the two of them released their arms far enough for you to do so. You wrapped an arm around each of them, even if they were so big against you.

"How are you feeling?" asked Leman, running his hand along your side.

"You both did great," you mumbled, staring at the ceiling while absentmindedly playing with their hair.

Magnus grinned. "Wonderful," he said.

"Although," you continued. "I might need a bit of pain meds in a little bit."

Leman and Magnus both instantly untangled their arms from you and sprinted towards the nearby bathroom. "I can give better aftercare, at least!" Leman exclaimed.

"Over my rotting corpse," replied Leman.

You rolled over, watching them with a slight smile on your face. They would be back soon, you knew.

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himegureisu · 2 months

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1 | the Woman

Summary: Mrs. Mycroft Holmes. Yes. You. Most people didn't know you existed. In these years, that's about to change.

A/N: This is the new version. This can be read as a gender-neutral person. However, the pairing remains Mycroft Holmes/Female Reader throughout the story. Season 1 scenes are entirely domestic Mycroft Holmes x Reader. This scene begins at home after Season 1 Episode 1: A Study in Pink. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: There are innuendos at the end of every chapter.

Gaining weight again?

Losing it, in fact.

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His stomach was pudgy. It has always been that way since he was a child. Any and every attempt at losing it was an arduous road he refused to take any longer other than the occasional jog on a treadmill at your insistence.

Could he lose it? Yes, however, the effort required to do so was significant in that he would rather accomplish several tasks of import than appease the opinion of others and his vanity.

“Mycroft?”

Your soft inquiring voice breaks through his thoughts. His attention redirected, from the mirror to the sight of you by the threshold from the hall.

“What are you doing in front of the mirror?” you ask, walking over, to stand by his side.

“Sherlock has mocked my weight again,” he sighed, patting the fat on his stomach. “I should be used to it by now, however…”

It was a sore spot from time immemorial. One his brother didn’t hesitate to pick on almost every time they saw each other.

“Are you not bothered by my weight?” he asks, you shake your head: a no, as he faces you, “Truly?”

“Mycroft Holmes, I didn’t care about your weight before we married. I certainly do not care for it much now,” you say as you cup your hands on his cheeks in all seriousness, “I’d rather you eat and overindulge in meals than skip them. It means you’re taking care of yourself. Your job is already stressful and Sherlock being reckless is the literal cherry on top. If partaking in an extra slice of cake can soothe your frayed nerves, then be my guest. However, do save a piece for me, and then we’ll find a way to lose the calories together.“

Your hands trail from his face to his body, noting every curve and contour to memory. He may not be society’s ideal man but you love every part of him. Even those parts that he hates.

“You are incomparable, my dear.” his voice wavered, as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours. “Thank you,”

“I love you just the way you are, Mycroft,” you whispered, brushing a quick gentle kiss on his lips, “Don’t you ever doubt that,”

To Mycroft, your words were the only ones that truly mattered. Your acceptance and love are a balm to his insecurities and fears. He never thought that he’d ever experience such unconditional love from anyone except his parents. However, it seems that the world has granted him the privilege of being loved by you.

“Would you like to join me in our bedroom, my dear?” he suggested. His eyes twinkled mischievously in the evening light. “I thought of a way to lose those calories,”

“Oh, do tell then,”

“I’d rather show,”

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hrtbreakanniversary · 9 months

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photograph | suguru geto

warnings: no use of honorifics, reader is described as a female but it can be read as gender neutral, y/n simping very hard for geto, him simping just as hard

word count: 2k

Y/N resisted the urge to grab the brown-haired bobbed girl by the hair as she playfully rolled her eyes at the suffering she was putting her best friend through.

Shoko asked her if she wanted to go to the cherry blossom festival. Originally she thought it was only going to be just them two. A little bestie date away from tiresome missions and Yaga's constant lecturing. She was especially excited to post on Facebook about their day with cute photos. No one mentioned that that Satoru Gojo was tagging along as well. And wherever Gojo was, Suguru Geto went along too.

"You'll be fine. They're super nice and I've told them a lot about you," Shoko nudged her on the side," Plus we can have Gojo buy us crepes." before interlocking their fingers and joining the two tall males that stood only a few feet away from them.

It wasn't that Y/N hated them. No, it was quite the opposite. She honestly was quite star stuck by them.

Meeting Shoko was by chance because of a bad injury she had from one of her missions. She underestimated the grade of the curse. Almost risking her life and becoming immobilized that Nanami had to take over and finish up the mission on his own. She apologized every day after when he visited her in the infirmary for making him carry the workload that day. The typically stoic blonde haired male only shrugged and told her to get better soon each time.

While in the infirmary because of her severe injures, she spent a lot of time in there especially with Shoko that was practicing her reverse curse technique on her. They bonded over their love for the K-pop group, Girls Generation.

The chorus of Into the New World blasting through the speakers that Shoko bought comforted her as she felt her bones getting rearranged.

Despite them being best friends for a while now, Y/N still never spent time with Gojo and Geto.

Being a first year student, it's not like Y/N would cross paths with them often especially since the two were always sent out on missions together. She would often hear things from other female classmates that would fangirl over "the strongest duo".

Y/N couldn't say she wasn't any different from them especially since she harbored a huge crush on Geto. She was just more quiet about it as she admired him from afar, taking a look at him each time he was doing his daily evening run through her dorm window.

It wasn't just physical either. It was his personality. He was kind and looked out for the underclassman. There was a time that Haibara wasn't being his usual cheerful self as he was being hard on himself after practice and it was hard to get him out of the mood no matter what Nanami or her did. Later that night when she snuck out to get a drink from the vending machine, she saw Geto talking to him outside of the showers. A smile appearing on his face the next second.

The next morning, Haibara came bearing gifts from Kyoto that he said one of the second years got for them but didn't disclose who. It wasn't hard to put two and two together.

So each day, she found herself wanting to get at least a glimpse of his face. Enough just to see his face but not enough for him to notice her or have a conversation like a normal person would.

Which is why she despised Shoko at the moment.

Shoko wasn't at fault at all though. Heck, the girl doesn't even know about this big fat crush of hers.

But Y/N knowing that the boy she has been pining for the past year was going to be closer to her than he's ever been before. How on earth was she suppose to function now? Should she be flirty? No, that's too much especially when you don't even know how to. Should she be quiet? No, what if he thought she was rude. There was no time to conjure up a script or a personality that would fit today righ-

"Hello."

Stuck in her thoughts, she hadn't realized she was now standing right of him.

Her breath getting caught in her throat, watching how his hair that was normally in a bun was now flowing down to his shoulder. Tied halfway up with a bang that dreamily over his eye. His slightly chapped lips moving as he moved on to greet Shoko, moving his hand up so he could ruffle her hair.

Shoko pushed his hands away in a hurried movement. Quickly wrapping an arm around Y/N's shoulder and pulling her into her side in a tight side hug,"This is Y/N Y/L/N. The first year that I've been telling you about."

"You never told us that she was pretty", Gojo smirked, his glasses tipping down so she could see his bright blue eyes.

Geto only smiled at her, greeting her with the crease of his eyes. Oh my god. That smile. She always saw it when he would be laughing at Gojo's antics but seeing it up close was something else.

Simplest way to put it: the man is gorgeous. Her heart thumped so hard she could feel it in her ears.

"You're a little shy, aren't you?" Gojo teased. Shit, was she just staring in the space again? Shoko pushed him by the shoulder.

"Leave her alone. You two are just too much. I told you to tone it down."

"You two? I haven't even done anything." Geto held his hands up in defense.

"Yet. You haven't done anything yet."

Gojo sheepshly shrugged and immediately hugged Y/N into a tight bear hug. His skinny yet firm frame engulfing her as he swung the two of them around. Over his shoulder, she made eye contact with Geto who tilted his head into her view.

" Anybody that is a good friend of Shoko is also a good friend of mine."

"Mine as well." She heard the white hair male mumble into her shoulder before getting pulled away by Shoko.

"Let's get moving. I got hungry waiting for you guys."

Because they decided to come on a weekend, it was super crowded. No space for any elbow room. Every single teenagers, adults, and their child if they had one was on this street tonight. Trying to snag a picture before pushed out by another person that wanted that same view or angle. Shoko voiced her annoyance each someone accidentally bumped into her. Normally she would be agreeing with her but she could hardly focus on that fact when she could feel Geto's muscular arm that was brushing against her. Remembering to breathe was more important.

She was almost bound to faint from how dizzy she was feeling each time he moved her in closer or out of the way from people rushing by.

It didn't help that she opted to wear a short sleeve dress today that kept flying up so she had to keep her arm down instead of moving it away from his bare arm that was exposed from the muscle tee he chose to wear instead of the school's uniform that she typically saw him in.

This totally changed her peripheral on things. She thought he made the school uniform look fantastic but he looks even better in casual clothing.

"Yo, let's take a picture here. The trees here blocks out the buildings." Gojo pointed out a spot that was a quick walk from them if they fast walked. Shoko groaned, asking if they could eat first but Gojo insisted that it was better to get their photos first so they could just sit down to eat and chill after.

Despite grumbling under her breath, Shoko easily got into line for Gojo's selfie. Gojo continously snapped pictures, the four of them striking poses. Considering how close Geto was to her, she surprisingly was still able to naturally snap poses with the group like she was friends with them for years.

"Oh, I have a polaroid!" She dug into her purse, pulling out the device. She snapped pictures of herself then of Gojo who asked for some.

Y/N found herself giggling at the silly poses that Gojo conjured and Shoko's refusal to waste film if he wasn't going to be serious about it. In the midst of it all, she hadn't noticed Geto was still standing behind her until she felt a tug on the strap out her bag.

Ready to defend herself a potential robber, she only saw Geto looking at the Keroppi keychain on her bag. "This looks familiar."

It was one of the keychain that Haibara got from him that night.

"Oh yeah. One of my classmates, Haibara, gave it to us."

Of course she knew he knew that Haibara was one of her classmates but she didn't want to accidentally slip up that she knew that specific detail about him.

"Funny. The last time I asked Haibara about his keychain, he said that he had to take it off because it got too dirty and the string broke. Nice to see yours is still intact."

"Of course I-"

She cut off herself when she remembered the reason why. It was only still intact because it was from him. Heck, Keroppi wasn't even her favorite character. It was Kuromi but Haibara wanted Kuromi and being the one that was personally gifted all the keychains, he got first choice. Before today, it was the only type of interaction she had of his and a gift was indirectly given to her. Of course, she had to take extra good care of it. Keroppi is still good as new, attached to her purse that she uses every time she goes out.

"Quick! Pose, Y/N!"

Y/N quickly snapped her head back to Shoko whose face was covered with the camera. Maybe it was instinct because Shoko did this almost all the time but she quickly posed with Geto and smiled for the picture.

After watching Shoko put the camera down and pull out the film, Y/N realized the position she put herself into. Eyeing her arms that was wrapped around his one arm with his hand still gripping onto the Keroppi.

"Of course what?"

"I'm in need of smoke break." Shoko waved around the photo for it to develop faster," There's too many people, it's stressing me out. Geto, you in?"

"Or you're just hangry." Gojo hummed, earning him another hit on the shoulder of the day.

"I will be if you don't shut up."

In fear that hell would break lose, Y/N unlatched herself from Geto, missing how his arm seemed to follow her like a magnet. "Gojo, do you want to get some crepes with me?"

Shoko winked over Gojo's shoulder at Y/N at what she considered a great suggestion, raising a thumbs up. As the two walked away, Shoko shouted for her to get as many toppings as she could fit into the treat.

"What does she think? That I'm made out of money?"

"Yes."

The nicotine filled stick left Shoko's turned up lips. She stared at the male who had his own cigarette in one hand and in the other, the photo that was taken only five minutes ago.

"You totally weren't expecting that, were you?"

Geto smiling down gleefully at the photo, his wallet pulled out to tuck it into the slot that would typically hold an ID card.

In the photo, Y/N was practically cuddling into his side. Because he was shocked at the sudden intimate interaction, he was looking down at her in the photo. If anybody else had seen the photo and didn't know them, they would've thought that they were a couple.

Which is exactly what Geto loved about the picture.

"You sure you don't want me to put in a good word for you?"

"No, I got it. I’d like it to happen naturally. Plus I don’t even know if she likes me back.”

“ Well you better find out because you begged me to let you come. I didn’t know you were going to bring Gojo with you.”

“ I needed my wingman.”

“That wingman is going to expose you if we don’t get back to them right now.”

“Crap, you’re right.”

After the two of them stomped their cigarettes, they walked back towards where all the food stalls. Geto stopped momentarily at one booth to pick up and buy a Kuromi keychain. Maybe one day he’d buy it all for her.

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chickenlizard13 · 1 year

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Home to Me

Pairing: Garreth Weasley x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 5019

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Description: There isn’t enough Garreth content, so I’m doing it myself. Takes place after the Scriptorium.

Insatiable Thing (Part 2)

You’re not sure how you made it back to your common room after the events at the Scriptorium. You’d assured Ominis that you were fine multiple times after being hit with Crucio, and that all you needed was a good night’s rest. You were lying. While your body still held an ever present ache, it was your heart that hurt the most.

You’d felt nauseated at the thought of inflicting such gruesome pain on Sebastian, so instead allowed him to curse you, for the sake of exiting the Scriptorium. It made you uneasy how readily he cast the spell on a friend, at least, you thought you were friends. You hoped you were friends, but he’d barely spared you a glance after offhandedly asking if you were alright. Ominis was the one who ran over and helped you up with gentle hands, hovering around you until well after you’d left the Scriptorium. Sebastian barely managed to say goodbye before running off to bury his head in Salazar Slytherin’s spell book, leaving the two of you in the dust.

Ominis asked how you were several more times before reluctantly parting ways, his shoulders a bit slumped as he trudged tiredly after Sebastian. You dragged your heavy heart and exhausted body all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, trying your hardest to reassure yourself that your brunette friend was just caught up in finding a cure for his sister.

You closed the common room entrance and leaned your back against the door, attempting to gather the energy to make it all the way to your dorm. Involuntary sniffles and quaking breaths started escaping your lips as tears pooled in your eyes. You pushed yourself off the door, hoping to make it to your bed before you broke down completely. Each step became harder than the last as fat tears began to roll down your cheeks, your shuddering breaths becoming quiet sobs. You only made it to the living room before your legs gave out and you crumpled to your knees, the action sending dull pain up through your sore muscles.

The common room should have been devoid of students, as it was well past curfew, but you faintly heard a voice call your name questioningly from the couches, swearing loudly as your knees hit the carpet. You were vaguely aware of them vaulting over the back of the couch and sprinting over, worriedly asking what was wrong. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you clutched the robes over your heart and sobbed at the floor. Two gentle hands held your cheeks and tilted your face up to look at them, and you were met with frantic green eyes and fiery red hair, backlit by the light of the fireplace.

Garreth tried again to ask what was wrong, his voice sounding so far away you couldn’t comprehend the words. You shook your head slightly as another sob escaped you, more tears replacing the ones he’d wiped away with his thumbs. His brow furrowed helplessly at your distress and he removed his hands from your wet cheeks. You wanted to beg him not to leave you as he retracted his hands, but soon found yourself being gathered into his arms as he easily lifted you off the floor. Your arms immediately circled his broad shoulders, as you shamelessly shoved your face into the crook of his neck, weeping into him. His strong arms carried you back over toward the couches, where he sat down with you curled up in his lap.

Once you were both seated, his arms came up to wrap protectively around you, one palm resting just under your shoulder blades, and the other cradling the back of your head. Gentle fingers stroked your hair comfortingly as he held you against him and whispered reassurances into your temple.

You felt like you cried for hours, sure that the collar of Garreth’s sweater was soaked and your position becoming uncomfortable for him, but he never faltered. His constant murmurs of ‘It’s alright’ and ‘I’ve got you’ slowly coax you out of your panic, your sobs turning into involuntary hiccups. You thought you felt a few feather light kisses pressed into your hairline, but were too out of it to really be sure.

Eventually the tears stopped and you just sat together quietly, Garreths fingers still stroking your hair, letting you breathe until you were ready. Slowly you lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him. He gazed back at you with concern, searching your face for an answer your lips wouldn’t give him. The hand on your head moved to wrap securely around your waist, keeping you in his lap, as the other came up to wipe the remaining tears from your stained cheeks. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, grazing your jaw with his thumb lightly, before resting his hand on your thigh.

“What happened?” His voice was barely above a whisper, afraid to send you back into the pit of despair he’d found you in.

You shook your head and fought to find your voice again, the sound coming out sad and broken. “Nothing.”

Garreth let out a humorless huff, his thumb drawing unconscious circles on your waist. “You and I both know that wasn’t nothing. Something happened.” You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye anymore, so opted to turn your gaze to your hand resting on his chest. Your fingers started to pick at his sweater idly as your teeth worried at your bottom lip.

“I, um, I was with Sebastian and-”

“Sebastian left you like this?!” You were startled at the quiet fury in Garreth’s tone, the hands on your waist and thigh gripping you tighter. You knew his anger wasn’t directed at you, but it still made your eyes well up again as you thought about tonight’s excursion. You shook your head and glanced up at Garreth from under your lashes, watching him deflate at the fresh tears in your eyes.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it right now.” He relented and pulled you back against him, cradling you. An unspoken promise hanging in the air that you would be talking about it later.

He held you into the wee hours of the morning, gently carrying you up to your dorm once you’d begun to fall asleep.

The journey to your bed was a blur, but you vaguely remember one of your roommates demanding to know what he was doing. He told them to not worry about it and to go back to sleep. After you were laid down and the covers pulled over you, a gentle hand came to stroke your head again. You thought you felt a pair of lips press tenderly against your forehead, lingering for a moment before whispering goodnight against your skin. You soon fell into a dreamless sleep, your heart aching a little less than it had before.

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You awoke late the next morning, nearly bolting out of bed to get to your classes, when a note appeared on your bedside table. You opened it cautiously, worried it’d be Sebastian asking you for yet another favor.

‘Don’t worry about classes today. I’ve informed the professors that you aren’t feeling well, and won’t be in attendance.’

You let a sigh of relief escape your lips as you carefully folded the note again. It wasn’t signed, but you knew whom it had come from. You spent the rest of the day curled up in your bed with the curtains drawn, ignoring the concerned whispers of your roommates. You hadn’t had a moment’s respite since entering Hogwarts, and were honestly beyond grateful for the day of rest.

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What you didn’t know was that, while you recovered, Garreth was on a warpath. Stalking the halls in search of your brunette friend.

No one had ever seen the goofy red-head so enraged, most were too afraid to engage him in conversation, thus scurrying away from him like antelope in the path of a lion.

Garreth finally spotted Sebastian leisurely striding through Central Hall, smiling and waving at the people he passed by. He recalled your despairing expression from the night before, Sebastian’s carefree attitude causing Garreth to see red. He quickly caught up with Sebastian, catching his shoulder in an iron grip before spinning the brunette around to face him. Garreth’s hand grabbed one side of Sebastian’s collar and yanked him forward, baring his teeth as he got right in Sebastian’s face.

“What. The fuck. Did you do?” Garreth’s voice came out in a low, dangerous growl. All conversations stopped as every student in Central Hall became silent as the grave. Everyone waited with bated breath. Waiting to find out what Sebastian had done to put the usually jovial red-head in such a foul mood. Garreth was quite a bit taller than Sebastian, and had lifted him off his heels slightly. Sebastian, unperturbed, sneered back, refusing to back down.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Weasley, but I’d take your hands off me if I were you. Unless you’re looking to get your ass kicked.” Garreth snarled, his grip only tightening, lifting Sebastian further off the floor.

“Don’t play coy with me, Sallow. You know exactly what I’m talking about. What. Did. You. Do.”

You and Garreth were usually inseparable, had been, since you’d introduced yourself in the Gryffindor common room that first day. The two of you were thick as thieves, as well as actual thieves at times, so it was rare to see the two of you apart. Sebastian glanced around for you to ask what the hell Garreth was on about, coming up empty handed.

Realization dawned on Sebastian’s face, he saw the way Garreth looked at you. Everyone did. He barked out a laugh, figuring this was just an envious outburst born from unrequited love. His sneer turned into a condescending smirk, wicked amusement seeping into his voice. “Oh, I get it. You think this big alpha male display is going to finally win them over, hm? Feeling a little jealous with all the time we’ve been spending together? News flash, threatening their friends isn’t going to get them to notice your pathetic school-boy crush. In fact, just wait ‘til I tell them about your little stunt. Certainly won’t be earning you any brownie points.”

Garreth’s brows furrowed in bewilderment, a crazed look forming behind his eyes. “You think this is about my feelings? Are you mad? Fuck my feelings. Explain to me why they came back crying last night after spending time with you.”

Sebastian’s face dropped immediately, a look of genuine concern crossing his eyes as some of the fight left him. “They were crying? Why?”

Garreth’s anger reached a whole new level, completely baffled by the brunette’s idiocy. His grip on Sebastian’s collar tightened as he lifted him closer, Sebastian’s toes just scraping the floor. “I. Don’t. Know. That’s why I’m asking you, asshole.”

Confusion had chased the fight out of Sebastian, leaving him hanging loosely in Garreth’s grip. The red-head could start to hear whispers from their fellow classmates, some of them wondering if they should grab a professor. The last thing he wanted was to explain to his aunt why he’d basically assaulted a fellow student in the hallway, so opted to abruptly drop Sebastian with a snarl and back up. Sebastian stumbled as he hit the ground, just managing to catch himself before he fell completely. He reached a hand to his wrinkled collar and looked up at Garreth wordlessly, a pinched expression on his face.

“I swear on the Gryffindor name, if they ever, ever come home to me in such a state again, I will hunt you down and kill you myself.” Central Hall burst with conspiratorial whispers at his possessive declaration. He was aware you weren’t, and might not ever be, his. You very well could fall for someone else, forcing him to love you from the side lines. Be that as it may, he’d be damned if he let you end up with a man like Sebastian. Not after last night.

Without waiting for a response, Garreth turned on his heels and stalked away, needing to take a walk to cool his head. Sebastian stood there for a moment more, stunned, trying to wrack his brain and figure out what had upset you so. He’d cast Crucio on you last night, but you’d agreed to that, so it had to be something else. He spent the rest of the day looking for you, wanting to apologize for whatever wrong he’d committed, but his search proved fruitless.

Garreth dutifully attended the rest of his classes for the day, wanting to make sure he had notes for you to look over when you felt up to it. He decided against checking on you himself when he returned to the common room, choosing instead to ask some of your roommates how you were fairing. They all said you’d been sleeping all day, figuring you were sick and hadn’t tried to disturb you. Natty, bless her soul, had left some food for you on your nightstand, in case you got hungry.

Garreth slept fitfully that night, hoping that you’d feel well enough to come down to breakfast for a proper meal in the morning.

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The next day, Garreth dragged himself out of bed, having slept terribly the night before. He sluggishly pulled on his school robes and trudged down to breakfast. He scanned the Gryffindor table hopefully, and was delighted to see you sitting near the far end, an unoccupied seat sitting directly across from you. His exhaustion forgotten, he made a beeline for the empty seat you’d most likely saved for him, as you did every morning.

Noticing his significantly better mood today, a few people attempted to rope him into conversation, but he did little more than give them a greeting and a distracted wave, too focused on seeing you.

He sank down onto the empty bench, causing you to look up at him with a soft smile, swallowing your food before greeting him warmly. The look on your face sent butterflies careening in his stomach, causing him to rub at his chest in an attempt to ease their fluttering. You’d only been apart for one day, but he’d missed you dearly. Smiling tenderly back at you, he rubbed your ankle with his foot in silent question. You looked much better this morning, a healthy amount of color sitting on your cheeks and most of the exhaustion gone from your eyes. He released a small sigh of relief when he received a few taps back, turning his attention to filling his plate with this morning’s spread.

He briefly noticed the scarf wound snuggly around your neck, but figured you were just a bit chilly this morning, as a wistful flurry of snow blanketed the school grounds outside. You remained quieter than usual, but participated in light conversation here and there, even allowing some light chuckles to escape your lips. Garreth collected them all and coveted them jealousy, wanting to erase your tear stained face from his mind even a bit.

He attempted to keep his gaze as inconspicuous as possible, but still caught the knowing looks his house mates threw eachother out of the corner of his eye. So it stood to reason that he also caught the moment your features pinched slightly in pain as you watched something behind him. He followed your gaze and saw Sebastian enter the room, looking worse for wear as he slunk over to the Slytherin table. He flopped down next to Ominis and glanced over at the Gryffindor table, locking eyes with you in a silent plea. He then tore his eyes away and looked at Garreth, who’s eyes narrowed into a hard glare, communicating an equally silent threat.

Garreth broke contact first and turned back to you, your eyes still focused on the brunette across the room. You had stretched out your arm to grab another pastry from the pile, causing your sleeve to rise up, revealing the smallest bit of dark bruises littering your wrist. Garreth briefly glanced down at your outstretched arm and had to do a double take, freezing completely at the angry purple lines.

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You had awoken that morning feeling much lighter than usual, grateful for the day of rest you’d been gifted, but desperately needing a shower. You gathered your things and headed to the bathroom, stripping down quickly, wincing a bit from some lingering pain in your muscles.

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you froze, gaping in horror at the giant bruise covering your body. The wound originated at your sternum where Sebastian had struck you, and exploded outward, covering your whole body in harsh lines save for your face and hands. You trembled as you looked at yourself, the horror of the other night rushing back to you, but managed to take some deep, steadying breaths. Resolving to speak with Sebastian later, you showered and dressed quickly, opting for longer sleeves and a large scarf to hide the bruising. All you needed to do was get through your classes, and you could head to the Room of Requirement to brew some extra strong Wiggenweld potions.

Unfortunately, that plan flew out the window the minute you noticed Garreth’s hard stare directed at your outstretched arm. Your stomach dropped, already knowing what he’d seen. Giving him a panicked stare, you willed him to look at you, but his eyes remained locked on your battered wrist. You scrambled for an explanation, but it was too late. Faster than you could speak, one of his hands had already grabbed your wrist in a firm, but careful hold. The other had deftly unbuttoned the cuff of your sleeve and shoved it all the way up to your elbow, remaining in place. You subconsciously wondered if his lightning fast fingers were a product of constantly pilfering potion ingredients, but banished the thought at the blank look on his face. His eyes raked over your forearm, the bruises looking worse in the morning light. His grasp on you remained gentle, but his breaths became harsh and short, and you could practically see the smoke billowing out of his nostrils.

You called his name quietly, begging him to look away. His eyes remained locked on your arm for a moment longer before snapping up and zeroing in on your throat. You noticed, too late, that your scarf had shifted slightly when he’d grabbed you, allowing the faintest edge of another bruise to peek through. You went to call his name again, but hadn’t even managed to get the first syllable out before the hand gripping your elbow all but tore your scarf off, yanking your collar to the side. His fingers accidentally pressed against a bruise, causing you to wince and recoil slightly. Garreth seemed to snap at your discomfort and released you, whipping around and directing that blank, wide eyed look toward the Slytherin table.

“I’m going to kill him.” He stood abruptly, his gaze locked onto Sebastian, who had witnessed the entire exchange, and could clearly see the terrible wounds he’d caused. Understanding crossed his features, and the brunette’s eyes filled with fear and remorse.

Garreth looked like he was about to launch himself directly over every table in his way to get to Sebastian. You mustered all the strength in your sore body, frantically grabbing Garreth’s wrist as tightly as you could, halting his movements. His gaze didn’t falter, but he stopped abruptly, standing there frozen for a moment before speaking.

“Sweetheart, please let go. I have some unfinished business to attend to.” His voice was deceptively calm, like he was making small talk about the weather, but you could feel the murderous vibrations under his skin. He could have very easily torn his arm from your grasp, but instead waited patiently for you to release him, his eyes unblinking as they bore into Sebastian.

Your heart fluttered a bit at the unexpected nickname, but you pushed it aside. Now was definitely not the time to think about how much you liked that name coming from his lips. You tightened your grip and tugged at him slightly. “Garreth, it’s not- it’s not what you think. Please, I promise.” Garreth’s fingers twitched at your breathy plea, but he otherwise remained still. You couldn’t even tell if he was breathing.

“Then what is it?” His fingers twitched again, and you knew you had to get him out of there.

“I can’t tell you-” His head whipped in your direction so fast you were afraid he’d hurt himself, and you scrambled to finish your sentence before he could interject. “-here. I can’t tell you here. We need to go. Please, come with me.”

Even in his feral state, he knew he could deny you nothing. His eyes roamed your face as you pleaded with him, lingering a moment on your neck before relenting. Taking a deep breath, the first he’d taken in several minutes, you thought, he quickly walked around the end of the table, forcing you to release his wrist. Ignoring the wide eyed looks of your classmates, he grabbed your hand, his grip demanding, and tugged you along behind him. His pace was fast, but not so fast that you struggled to keep up. Students parted like the red sea for him, sensing his wrath. He spared no one a glance as his hardened eyes focused straight ahead.

You walked in tense silence until you came upon an unused storage closet. Garreth yanked the door open unceremoniously and ushered you quickly inside, closing it roughly behind you. His tall form backed you against the door, his quick fingers fully unwinding your scarf in the process. Before you could protest, he’d loosened your tie enough to undo the first couple buttons of your shirt, pulling your collar fully to the side, trying to gauge the severity of your injury. He sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the worsening bruise, the purple streaks becoming blacker the closer they got to the origin point. He brought a hand to your face slowly, using it to gently tilt your jaw up with his thumb to get a better look. You waited for him to say something, anything, your breathing shallow and nervous.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t obliterate him from existence.” His voice was quiet, words carefully controlled. He knew you were nervous. He didn’t want to scare you anymore than he already had, but the wild, untamed rage boiling under his skin called for blood. You could feel his hands shaking from where they held you, knowing how hard he was willing himself to remain calm. Your own trembling hands came up to grip his wrists lightly, needing to steady yourself and him.

“Well for starters, I’d be pretty lonely if you went to Azkaban. I don’t think I could send you many letters there.” Your small attempt at humor was met with furrowed brows and pleading eyes. You sighed and resigned yourself to telling him the truth.

“It wasn’t- He didn’t mean to- It wasn’t on purpose-” A truly violent snarl ripped itself from Garreth’s lips at the thought that this could be anything but purposeful. You had to close your eyes, but forced yourself to keep talking. “We- The three of us, discovered Salazar Slytherin’s secret Scriptorium and-” You let out a shaky breath, idly stroking the skin of Garreth’s wrists as you spoke. “-and, in order to, to escape, someone had to-” You paused for a moment, trying to prepare yourself for Garreth’s reaction.

Apparently, you’d waited a beat too long, and he grew impatient, his voice coming out harsher than intended. “To what?”

You took one last steadying breath before finishing your confession. “-to cast, Crucio, on another person.” You screwed your eyes shut as you let the final words leave your mouth, afraid of the outburst Garreth was sure to display at your admission, but all you got was a quiet, broken sound above you. Your eyes flew open, and you were met with the most sorrowful expression you’d ever seen grace Garreth’s handsome features.

“He cast…an unforgivable curse…on you?” Garreth’s entire body was shaking violently, his lungs heaving, the look of despair on his face mirroring your own from the other night. You wanted desperately to wipe that look off his face, and suddenly found yourself vomiting all the words you couldn’t before.

“Garreth, please. It’s not- He didn’t- He didn’t want to. None of us did. He even offered to teach me the curse, so I could cast it on him, but I- I couldn’t. I didn’t want to know something so vile. And I didn’t want to- didn’t want to force Ominis to relive his greatest regret. So I told him to cast it on me. We were locked in. We would have died down there if he didn’t cast it. It wasn’t-”

“Why were you down there in the first place?!” One of Garreth’s large hands came up to cradle your face, his fingers wrapping gingerly around the back of your head, afraid to hurt you further, but needing to hold you in some way.

“We were looking for a cure for Anne. I just- I just wanted to help. We didn’t know the price would be so high. We found the remains of Ominis’s aunt. She was alone when she was exploring the Scriptorium and- and died down there. Please, Garreth. Please, believe me, we-” You were cut off by Garreth’s lips landing desperately on yours. The kiss wasn’t so much for passion, as it was for comfort. Garreth needed so badly to reassure himself that you were still there in front of him, unable to bear anymore of your horrific story. He didn’t think he could handle another word of sorrow from the person he loved so much.

He tore himself away from you, but couldn’t bear to go too far, your noses brushing together ever so gently, in stark contrast with the fear in his voice. “Please don’t do anything so dangerous again, my love. I don’t think my heart could handle it.” Hot tears dripped from his lashes onto your cheeks, joining the rivers already flowing from your eyes.

“I was so scared when you came back the other night. You looked so heartbroken. I didn’t know how to fix it. It hurt so much that I couldn’t fix it.” His body pushed you further into the door, trying desperately to get as close as possible. He cradled your head in both hands now, eyes screwed shut against the awful images flooding his mind. A shuddering sob escaped his chest.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it. I love you-” He kissed your lips again. “-so much. Please don’t let someone hurt you like that again. What if you don’t come back to me next time?” Another shaky kiss. “Please come back. Please don’t leave me behind.” He whispered his words into your mouth, into your soul. Your hands grasped weakly at his robes, trying to tug him impossibly closer. Your body screamed at you to stop, but it was drowned out by the wailing in your heart. You loved the man in front of you with all of your being. He was the bright, ever present sun, who washed away the daily sorrows you endured at the hands of Rookwood and Ranrok. Your soul wept, knowing you couldn’t promise him your safety like he so desperately wanted.

“Garreth, I can’t- I have many things to accomplish. Dangerous things. I can’t promise to-”

“Then take me with you.” He whispered the words against your lips, unable to manage more than that. Fresh, hot tears streamed down your face at his plea.

“No. Garreth, it’s not safe. I couldn’t stand it if you died-“

“I will die beside you, for you, before I live without you. I refuse to exist in a world where you don’t. I won’t have it. Make no mistake, my love, should you depart this mortal plane, my soul will chase you into the next.” You were staggered by the weight of his confession. The finality in his tone left no room for argument or rebuttal. All you could think to do was surge upward and capture his lips in a fierce kiss, your mouths moving together, lips slippery with the combination of your salty tears. You only broke apart when you heard the bell tower chime, signaling the start of classes. Your lips met lovingly a few more times before Garreth rested his forehead against yours, opening his eyes to gaze at you softly. His thumbs came up to gently wipe away your tears as he smiled at you, adoration apparent in his tender gaze.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it to class today, sweetheart.” You huffed a laugh as you gazed at his equally tearstained face, the both of you simply basking in eachother’s warmth.

As if on cue, a note appeared beside you. Plucking it out of the air, you open it, recognizing Sebastian’s messy scrawl.

‘I told the professor's you and Garreth would be absent today. They assume he caught whatever “bug” you had yesterday…I’m sorry for what I did. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. Give me a chance to make it right. Please? - Sebastian’

The boy in your arms let out an annoyed huff and buried his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso. Your arms came up around his shoulders, one hand sneaking its way into his hair, running your fingers through the ginger curls. “I still don’t like him.”

You laughed quietly in amusement, but hissed a bit as you finally remembered the giant bruise covering your body. Garreth lifted his head from your shoulder, and left a lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling away.

“Come on, let's get you fixed up.”

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