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[bollywoodqueenkatrina]

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾

description: ona was finally where she had dreamed, she was back at barcelona with her best friend and loving every moment. only problem? she's dating her captain's younger sister, you.

And now, Alexia knows...

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ona batlle x putellas!reader

part one here

part two of the 'hidden' universe - ona's version

mapi leon x bronze!reader here

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swearing, SMUT - MINORDS DNI - fingering, cunnilingus, tit sucking, 69-ing, ab-riding - cuteness, queenie needing to use google translate because her Spanish is sub par! x

SMUT AT END

MINORS DNI

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y/n had walked back into Alexia's flat, ignoring her sister's call and moved into her room. Alexia followed, brows furrowed as she hadn't expected her sister to be back so soon.

"y/n?" Alexia called as she followed her sister who had moved into the bathroom, and sunk into the shower, pressing her back against the wall as she stared at her hands and sunk to the floor.

Alexia paused, knowing full well that this was a habit her sister had picked up when she was younger when suffering panic attacks so joined her sister on the floor of the turned off shower.

"She kicked me out." y/n whispered quietly. "She was so scared, so she kicked me out." y/n says again, her head in her hands, Alexia's face drops, guilt flooding her.

"She was scared?" Alexia asks and y/n nods. "Of me?" She asks again and y/n nods with a sigh.

"Pensé que ella lucharía por mí, por nosotros. Porque lo haré, tengo que hacerlo. Pero ella me dejó ir." y/n says quietly.

I thought she'd fight for me, for us. Because I will, I have to. But she let me go.

"Necesita tiempo, sólo necesita tiempo para prepararse." Alexia tells her sister and y/n lets out a shaky breath.

She needs time, she just needs time to prepare for it.

y/n just scoffed, running a hand over her face as Alexia pulls her into her side, hoping to keep her breathing steady, y/n let her sister pull her close inhaling the scent of her sister which always calmed her.

Coconut shampoo, fresh deodorant, a musky and addictive perfume that Alexia had used since y/n could remember. It warmed y/n, it warmed her mind to sit there in her sister's protective hold.

"La amo tanto. La amo tanto que duele alejarse." y/n admits quietly to Alexia.

I love her so much. I love her so much that it hurts to walk away.

"Así sabes que es amor, pequeña." Alexia tells y/n who scoffs.

That is how you know it is love, little one.

"Well, then I have decided I am not a fan of it." y/n says and Alexia lets out a laugh, knowing full well how dramatic her little sister was.

The two sat there for a few more minutes, enjoying the closeness before Alexia decided they would get up and go for dinner, messaging Mapi and who seemed to appear at the door in seconds afterwards.

"Chica!!!" Mapi yelled excitedly as she raced in, not bothering to knock.

y/n laughed as Mapi scooped her up, wrapping her in a tight hug which y/n returned the two friends happy to be re-united. Mapi then hugged Alexia, before the two siblings changed and they went out to lunch.

Lunch was just what y/n needed, a relaxing evening of laughter and jokes as they ate, photos of them pinging about which they ignored as they continued their afternoon.

Unknown to them Ona was sat at home, her best friend on the phone as Ona cried about her mistake and her best friend tried her best to comfort her from a different country.

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username1: Has anyone seen the photos of Alexia, Mapi and y/n? They are SOOO cute ! 😩😩

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username2: They all look so happy - I can't!

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username3: Such a cute trio!! 💙

username4: BABY IS BACK IN SPAIN AGHHHH

username5: Baby coming back to Spain for the Nations League and the first thing she does is go out with Mapi and Alexia - so cuteee 🥺🥺🥺

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username6: Have you seen the photo of her as someone tried to be sneaky??

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username7: She's so funny lmaooo😂😂

username8: Mapi is looking 🫣🫣🫣

username9: Alexia's hands compared to y/n's I wanna cry ughhhh 😔😔

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Ona had calmed a lot when she heard the knock on her door. She had turned her phone off and turned the TV on, playing an old Spanish film she used to watch as she moped in self pity.

The knock repeated and she sighed and forced herself up, dropping her blanket against the sofa she moved over to the door and opened it a shocked call falling from her as someone barged in.

"Ale!" Ona says in shock.

"Oni." Alexia nods, moving to sit on the side of the sofa arm, looking at Ona who lets the door swing shut, Ona felt as if she could hardly move, she was expecting yelling any second.

"Lo lamento." Ona says before Alexia has the chance to calm her racing mind down.

I'm sorry.

"¿Para qué?" Alexia asks her, watching as Ona's eyes dart around like a cornered animal.

For what?

"y/n." Ona says simply and as bravely as she can. "Sé que es malo y ella es tu hermana pequeña... pero..." Her bravery however ran out as Alexia raised an eyebrow and Ona trails her sentence off.

y/n. I know it's bad, and she's your little sister... but...

Alexia sighs, running a hand through her hair as she thinks about the heartbroken tone of y/n's voice that morning when she had returned from this apartment.

"¿La amas?" Alexia asks Ona, confusing the woman greatly as there had been no yelling yet.

Do you love her?

"¿Qué?" Ona asks, too confused to acknowledge the question being asked.

What?

"¿La amas?" Alexia repeated though this time with a far more demanding tone.

Do you love her?

"Sí. Si yo realmente lo hago." Ona says quietly, ducking her head to not see Alexia's reaction.

Yes. Yes I really do.

"Entonces está bien." Alexia nods and Ona's head snaps back up, shock filling her eyes.

Then it is okay.

Alexia sighs and gestures Ona closer, the woman moving over with small and light steps as she ends up next to Alexia on the sofa.

"Preferiría que me lo hubieran dicho al principio, pero que Ona salga con mi hermana pequeña no es el fin del mundo. No importa lo que ambos piensen." Alexia tells Ona.

I would have rather been told at the beginning, but Ona dating my little sister is not the end of the world. No matter what you both think.

Ona very nearly crumpled to her knees as Alexia's arm wrapped around her shoulders, her captain would never understand how much respect Ona had for her.

"Alexia. Gracias. Prometo cuidarla y amarla lo mejor que pueda." Ona promised her and Alexia chuckled slightly.

Alexia. Thank you. I promise to look after her and love her as well as I can.

"Bueno, tal vez quieras recordárselo, porque echarla no es una forma de demostrarlo." Alexia suggests and Ona's eyes widen in realisation.

Well, you might want to remind her of that, because kicking her out is not a way to show it.

"¡Mierda!" Ona swears.

Shit!

Alexia chuckled as Ona grabbed her bag and raced out of the door, Coco letting out a confused whine as Ona left the building, leaving Alexia to shut and lock her door, placing the key in the key safe, before walking back slowly, home.

Knowing full well, Ona had driven and if she took the long way the couple would get back to Ona's before she even got to her own home.

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y/n woke up from her nap at the sound of rapid knocking on Alexia's door, checking her phone she saw it was seven pm and groaned as she pushed herself up and to the door.

"Okay, okay!" y/n yelled at the still rapid knocking which suddenly ceased. "Jesus, ¿quien murió?" y/n questioned as she opened the door.

Who died?

y/n rubs her eyes, trying to push the sleep from them as the person on the other side of the door lets out a shaky sigh. Ona's eyes filled with adoration, finding y/n so sweet when she was sleepy.

Her cheeks were red and her hair was no longer in the neat braids she had put them in for lunch with Mapi and Alexia, instead strands of hair had come out and her baby hairs were pushed around sporadically.

Here eyes were half closed and there was a pattern on her face - pressed in from what Ona could guess was a pillow which she had clearly fallen asleep on.

"Amor." Ona sighed softly and y/n instantly tensed.

Love.

"Ona." y/n breathed as she looked at her. "Come in." She said softly, opening the door further and stepping aside to let Ona in.

y/n stepped away from Ona, moving around the other side of the kitchen counter as she fiddled with her fingers and looked at them, too afraid to look at Ona who was watching her sadly.

"I uh, had a visitor." Ona said softly and y/n hummed nodding her head. "Ale dropped by." Ona continues and y/n looks up confused.

"She told me she went to see Olga." y/n said confused before she sighed. "Hijo de puta mentirosa." y/n said with a small laugh.

Lying motherfucker.

"Supongo que tenía una mentira gratuita para usar, de verdad." Ona said and y/n chuckles dryly.

I suppose she had a free lie to use, really.

y/n watches as Ona bites at her lips, almost as if she was trying to break the skin, maybe hoping the pain would make this interaction less awkward.

"I'm sorry Oni. I should have warned you." y/n finally sighs, her head dropping into her hands as she squeezes her eyes tightly shut.

Ona lets out a noise of sadness and rushes around the counter to bring y/n into her arms, the two folding together perfectly as Ona's head rests on y/n's collarbone, the Putellas being nearly four inches taller.

"Las dos tenemos la culpa de mi amor, reaccioné terriblemente." Ona promises her.

We are both at fault my love, I reacted terribly.

y/n sighs, her hands moving down to pull Ona up and around her waist, the woman's legs wrapping around her as y/n sets her on the counter and slides her head onto her shoulder.

"Estaba tan asustada que olvidé que prometí luchar por ti." Ona whispered into her hair.

I was so frightened I forgot I promised to fight for you.

"Lamento haberle dicho sin ti, simplemente te amo tanto que estaba harto de mentir. Tengo que estar contigo todo el tiempo y quiero que el mundo sepa que eres mía." y/n rants quickly to Ona.

I'm sorry I told her without you, I just love you so much that I was sick of the lying. I have to be with you all the time, and I want the world to know you're mine.

Ona smiles into y/n's hair, sometimes forgetting that the two were two years apart as y/n carried herself with such age and confidence, but here in Ona's arms her youth was shown as she breathed in her girlfriend's scent.

"Eres una romantica, si?" Ona asks with a small smile.

You are a romantic, yes?

y/n shook slightly, a sniffle coming from her as she pressed a light kiss into Ona's neck, relieved they were back to how they always acted, the two hardly ever fought.

"Sólo para ti mi amor, sólo para ti." y/n promises her quietly.

Only for you my love, only for you.

Ona smiled softly, pulling y/n away from her neck, and looked down at her, eyes filled with love as she lent forward and softly placed her lips against y/n's.

The kiss was soft, and yet so intrusive, it infected both of them with need as y/n's tongue pushed past Ona's lips, sweeping her mouth in a desperate want to mix their breaths.

The kiss was deep, attentive, filled with love as they finally pulled away, small pants coming from them both as their noses brushed each other.

"No debería haberte echado. Lo lamento." Ona whispers quietly.

I shouldn't have kicked you out. I'm sorry.

y/n shakes her head again, pressing her lips to Ona's once more to stop the woman talking, Ona instantly forgetting the rest of her apology as y/n's hands grip at her sides.

"No más disculpas mi amor." y/n tells her softly.

No more apologies my love.

"¿Qué tal si vamos a casa y pasamos la noche haciendo lo que deberíamos haber hecho en el momento en que entraste por mi puerta?" Ona asks, mischief swimming through her voice.

How about we go home, and spend the night doing what we should have done the moment you walked through my door?

y/n grinned and lifted Ona onto her hips, running at the door which made them both chuckle, Ona hopped down and the two moved to her car, y/n locking Alexia's door with her key.

Just as they pulled out of the driveway, Alexia came into view and y/n smiled as she rolled down the window and blew a kiss her sister's way, Alexia smiling and catching it, placing it over her heart as she moved into her house.

Ona's hand rested on y/n's thigh as they drove back, a thick silence now filling the car as Ona pulled up in her parking space and the two walked quickly into the apartment.

The door had hardly shut before Ona was on y/n's waist and pressed against the wall, lips connected tongues between each other's mouths.

Ona moaned as y/n pulled at her bottom lip, smiling at the sound as she went back in to taste her again, she tasted of peppermint tea, something she only drank when stressed.

Ona's tongue curled around y/n's, the woman's hands tugging at y/n's shirt, trying to pull it from her body. y/n walked them to the sofa, Coco huffing as he scuttled away to sleep in the corner.

y/n couldn't help but lean down and start trailing soft kisses down Ona's neck, the woman's hands gripping at her arms, hair, waist, wherever she could grab as y/n settled over her.

y/n nips at the skin just below her neck and above Ona's collarbone, sucking at the skin as she creates a mark which has Ona moaning deliciously.

Ona's hands slide down, gripping at y/n's bum, squeezing her cheeks which felt as if they were shaped purely for the footballer's hands.

y/n throws Ona's top behind her, lips closing around her right breast, Ona lets out a breath of relief her hands locking into y/n's hair as she guided her mouth around her boob.

"Mi Amor." Ona gasps as y/n switches to the other breast, her hand reaching down to slip beneath the clothes which blocked her from where y/n wanted to be.

y/n stripped Ona quickly, tugging off her own shirt when Ona's hands wandered and gripped her tits, pulling at them, y/n looked down at the naked woman beneath her and moaned.

Ona's hands were filled with veins which pushed through her skin as she squeezed at y/n's boobs. y/n grinned as she slipped her hand between their intertwined bodies, pushing a finger through Ona's lips.

"God, I've missed this." y/n groaned out, finger slipping into Ona which caused the woman to gasp.

Ona's hands slipped from y/n's tits to her ass, pulling y/n's finger from her she lied back, bringing the actress onto her toned stomach which caused a gasp from y/n.

Ona's hands pushed y/n's ass into a grind, the woman tensing her stomach so the line of defined abs she had pushed through and caught y/n's clit delightfully.

y/n couldn't help but continue her grinding motion, letting out a breathy moan as her slick coated Ona's stomach, the woman watching her in awe.

y/n's hair had now come down, the bun being taken out when they were tangled together, her baby hairs were stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her eyes were shut with her mouth open in ecstasy.

y/n gasped as Ona pushed her stomach up slightly, jolting her clit and pushing y/n closer to the edge. y/n could feel her orgasm approaching so stopped.

"Amor?" Ona questioned softly as y/n lent down and caught her lips with Ona's, tongues tangling as y/n lifted and turned so her ass was pushed toward Ona's face.

y/n however moved her face down her tongue pushing through Ona's folds and pulling her taste into y/n's mouth. Ona moaned in shock but refused to lose the unspoken game.

Ona got to work quickly, her tongue pushing through y/n's folds as she quickly set to work pushing into y/n's clenching hole and pushing against her walls.

y/n moaned out in shock but continued her work, a finger sliding into Ona who gasped out and pulled y/n closer to her mouth, now sucking the leaking juices into her mouth.

y/n could feel her stomach tightening and added a second finger, eyes rolling in delight as Ona squeezed them as she pistoled her wrist, pushing her fingers quickly as her tongue circled Ona's clit.

At her actions Ona came in minutes, y/n continuing slowly as she relished the taste of her girlfriend, Ona's hand squeezed her ass, as the woman ate her loyally, y/n cumming with a cry as Ona grazed her clit with her teeth.

Ona continued, tasting every last spill of her girlfriend before the two pulled away, y/n pushing herself underneath her panting girlfriend who kissed her once more. Intertwining their tastes in each others mouths.

"I win." y/n whispered as they pulled away, Ona giggling as she shook her head and pressed a kiss to y/n's nose.

"No Amor, I always win with you." Ona promises her, before leaning over and turning the TV on.

y/n lay next to Ona, hands intertwined as they caught their breath, panting softly as their naked skin glistened with a light layer of sweat. Ona's hair was now up, and y/n couldn't help but run her finger down Ona's jawline.

Ona giggled and tucked herself into y/n's shoulder as the two stayed embraced together with the night shining through the open curtains of the living room.

"We're gonna break the internet, you realise that?" y/n asks Ona who chuckles.

"Yeah." She says simply and y/n smiles pressing a kiss to Ona's hair.

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END OF PART TWO

Mapi one is out tomorrow !! x

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[queeniesrose]

Hey bestie you already know what it isss, putting in a request rq.

SFW - Larry (from Scarlet/Violet) taking a s/o out to dinner 😳😳😳😳🫵🫵 he got me barking

INCLUDES MAJOR SCARVIO SPOILERS

Master Post

As this request includes spoilers, I will put the text under a page break. I will also add the hashtag "Violet Queenie" to this post, along with any other Pokemon ScarVio posts for those who do not want to read until after they have played.

SFW Larry Headcanons: Dinner

As Larry is a regular at the Japanese restaurant, that so happens to be his gym, he would want to take you to a different restaurant.

It would also take some time to get him to actually take you out for dinner, between his responsibilities as gym leader, the elite four and his office job, he gets busy.

While he has that depressed, tired businessman look and feel to him, he'd be a lot more lively when he is with you.

In fact, he looks forwards to enjoying a meal out with you. Being around/with you is refreshing for him. It's like a breath of fresh air compared to the dull office life or the bit of excitement when he gets the chance to battle.

As Larry is not one to be extravagant, dinners with him are typically more relaxed/laidback. On special occasions, he'd get you a bouquet of flowers. Other times, he'd get you a singular flower to put in your hair.

As his s/o, you get to see more of his soft and lively side, other than just his dry humor that most people would see.

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[tenthcrowley]

Meant To Be's Blue Tulip

hi! soup here reporting again with a new writing. hope you enjoy it.

newt scamander x male!reader

words: 1.6k

summary: A mark means a bond between two people, that means they are meant to be to each other. Newt didn't excepted to find the person that night.

no tw :]

Newt wasn't happy. Or upset. Or angry. He was neutral about it. He couldn't feel any of those stuff, it was like he didn't actually care about it but he feels he does, he feels he does care about Tina and the "crush" he has on her. But, apparently, isn't like that.

Oh, sorry, context, yeah.

Basically, there's a point in your life when you get a little mark in your wrist. A mark that you share with someone and that person is your "meant to be". Newt didn't believe in all this stuff so for him it was so ridiculous this to exist. But it did, sadly. And even more sadly, his mark appeared not so much ago.

In his wrist layed a little plant draw like cartoon, it was a stem with two leafs, it's colour was a dull, dirty green. And Newt knew something was missing on it, he couldn't tell what but definitely something was missing and he also knew that he would only discover that finding his "meant to be".

That's how it works. You have the same mark in your wrist as another person in the world, just two people meant to be have that mark and if you get together that mark would be complete. And, obviously, there were people who didn't care about it and weren't up to find those persons, they just live their lifes and who knows? maybe die without completing the mark. Newt didn't consider himself a person who was up to look for his partner but he didn't care much about it either. He hasn't got the time anyways, he has to look up for his creatures and find new ones. No time for the meant to be.

Tina interrupted his thoughts again. He remember when she showed him his mark. He remember having a bit of a pain on his chest for a little while. Her's was half of a ripped open book. Obviously her meant to be had the other part, both ere curious how would it look one completed. Not only her mark was different but she got it first so there's no way they were meant to be, if they were, their marks should've appeared at the same time.

So, there he is now, looking at the mark on his wrist, trying to decide what to do. Maybe he was just gonna live his life as usual and if he casually bumps into his meant to be then it would be cool. Maybe look for that person indirectly. If that makes sense.

"Why are you thinking so much about it? It's not that difficult" He looks up to see his brother in front of him.

"When did you...?" He shakes his head, no time for asking from where and when Theseus appeared. "It is"

"No, it's not"

"I don't have time for this, Theseus. I can't go and search for a person, I have a life, my creatures, they need me" The youngest Scamander stands up and just leaves his brother's office without letting him have the last word.

He sighs. Even tho he shows he doesn't care much about his mark -which is true for the record- he stresses a lot about it. Maybe blame the society pressure or his curiosity. Newt didn't know which but he definitely needed relax. That's why a couple of days ago he bought a ticket to get back to America. He would see Jacob, Tina and Queenie! It's gonna be a little uncomfortable with Tina but since the mark he left behind his feelings for her. This silly little plant cartoon changed him somehow.

"Freaking marks" He said before walking back home.

New York fresh air one more! Nothing like the city you were kicked out because some of your beasts escaped and ruined everything! Nah, he knows he's forgiven so he's not worried.

It's been a while since he doesn't see his friends in here. Jacob has his bakery and it's working so well! Newt really wants to taste everything Jacob cooks. So they're gonna meet at Tina and Queenie's house to catch up with their lifes.

Newt is excited about this, he likes his friends very much. The only friends he has. Theseus doesn't count, he's his brother.

Finally at the front door of the house he checks no one's around so he can knock their window with a harmless spell. He sees Tina lean out and give each other a smile. A minute later he's already inside the flat.

"Newt, man!" Jacob comes up to him for a hug which the magizoologist didn't deny. He greeted Queenie and finally Tina. Again, it was a little bit uncomfortable but somehow they maneged the way to be relaxed.

Tina took his coat -even if he insisted he could've done it himself- and put it on the coat rack. Although he didn't leave his case, no shit he would, he couldn't let you-know-what happen again.

"Man, you told me you wanted to taste my masterpieces. There you go" Jacob pointed at the table and a tons of different types of bakery stuff, you know, the things Jacob makes.

They sat to drink some tea and eat a bit. They told Newt that he and Queenie finally got their mark and, ta-da! They match! Newt congratulated them, tho he wasn't ready to tell he got his now. Their mark is a baguette witch sparkles around. It had a little glow in the lines and it was so bright. Maybe that's what happens when you find that person.

"The sparks are literally shining. Why are they moving?" Newt asks a little bit confused. He never saw an animated mark.

"It only happens when a witch is in the bond. If it was only Jacob and a muggle it wouldn't be animated but as Queenie is a witch it does"

That seems... still weird, but it just happens. After a bit more of talking they hear a loud noise outside the building. They look at each other almost deciding to ignore it but it happened again, so everyone came out of the flat with their wands on hand. Except for Jacob, of course.

There was a guy outside. He looked terrified. When he saw the four of them he took a few steps back. Newt was worried, even tho he doesn't know him he couldn't help to be worried, he doesn't want to be.

"Who are you?" Tina asks.

The guy looked them with so much careful, trying to analyze everything about them. And he noticed the wands, so he took out his making them to do the same. He was shaking, his chest was moving so fast, he seemed to be out of breath, maybe he was running or escaping. Newt put his wand down and a hand up, trying to let him now that they won't hurt him, at least he won't hurt him. One step closer and the guy tightened his grip on his wand.

"Newt!" Jacob called, scared for his friend's life.

Newt didn't listen to him, he couldn't, he was so focused on the guy in front of him. Two steps more and the guy started to shake more.

"Relax, we aren't gonna hurt you. Please, put the wand down" The magizoologist took a few steps closer an put down the guy's wand himself. He seemed he wasn't able to, he was shaking so much.

Scamander felt weird. His chest felt weird, his stomach felt weird, his hands were shaking a bit and his wrist was so itchy. The only thing he knew that was happening to him was that he was so flustered looking at the jet black hair guy.

"That's not a real wand"

"You are witches"

Wow. Newt didn't see that coming. How did this muggle do to have a fake wand? Where does he come from? Maybe he's half witch half muggle? Maybe he knows a witch and they gave him this wand?

Then he felt like he had to say his name, introduce himself to this guy. Don't know why. Didn't even doubt to do it. He just went right to it.

"I'm Newt, Newt Scamander. I'm a magizoologist, I study magical creatures"

"I'm (Y/N). I'm just a normal guy without magic. I've been running away from thiefs, it's so scary. I have a fake wand because I'm not scared of witches, I admire them"

Newt felt something even stronger on his chest, like warm and his wrist was even more itchy almost hurtful. He didn't notice until now that they were making eye contact since they first looked at eachother. Newt broke it first to look down at his mark.

It was flashing. The dull dirty green came and go with a lime green. It was so weird, and something wanted to come out out of the stem but just couldn't.

He looked again at the jet hair boy and he was also looking at his mark. The same thing was happening to him and, oh, surprise! They have the same mark!

Without even saying a single word, they put their wrists together and slowly intertwined their fingers with each other's in a soft yet strong grip. They felt their marks even more itchy than before and suddenly. Nothing. Only the soft warm that his hands transmitted to the other. They separated their hands and looked at their marks. Now at the end of the stem was a blue tulip, it's petals and leaves were moving slightly and the outline shone just a little.

He has found his meant to be.

hi! sorry for the crappy ending :] if you don't like it I can change it! just let me know <3 take care of yourself n be good.

#newt scamander #newt scamander x male reader #x male reader #crimes of grindelwald #tina goldstein #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #jk rowling #the secrets of dumbledore #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts #harry potter #hogwarts

[childewife-baby]

King of Fatui's

Chapter 4

Blood thrums in my ears. A light breeze cools the slickness coating my pussy and inner thighs, making me shiver. Scaramouche gives a small shake of his head, then brushes a surprisingly gentle thumb over the tuft of hair down there.

“They tailor made you to my liking, Queenie,” he murmurs. Then his tone sours. “Of course they fucking did.”

Queenie?I’d thought I imagined him calling me that in the car. Why is he calling me Queenie? But then he drops to his elbows, slides his shoulders under my knees, and licks from entrance to clit. Immediately, I file the thought into a box labeledQuestions for when Scaramouche Raiden doesn’t have his face buried in my pussyand drop my head against the pillow.

The next hot, wet stroke of his tongue comes slower, punctuated by an angry suck on my clit. I force myself to slow my breathing and relax my thighs, because I know not only will I not survive this, I won’t make it past the next five seconds at this rate.

My blood turns to steam and rises, creating a haze over the bed, growing thicker with every crazed lick and hard suck and guttural groan. Every nerve in my body has slid south and come alive. Jesus, I can’t come already. Partly because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how hothe makes me—although it’s pretty obvious by the sloppy sounds coming from my entrance every time his tongue dips into it—and partly because I don’t want him to know how pathetically inexperienced I am.

I’ve only ever had sex with two men; neither went down on me. Guess there’s not much room for it in the back of a souped-up Honda. They didn’t care about getting me off, anyway.

Despite Scaramouche's enthusiasm, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care about my pleasure either. His hands grip me so tightly his busted knuckles disappear into my flesh. He holds me where he needs me, tilting my hips upward to take longer, angrier laps from me.

Right now, I couldn’t care less about his motive. Each lick brings a fresh wave of delirium, bigger and scarier than the last.

“Oh,fuck,” I moan when he swirls his tongue around my clit for a sudden change of pace. He groans in approval and buries his face deeper into me.

The pressure builds, driving me mad, until I’m so close to coming the ceiling breathes above me. I release the bed sheets and dig my fingers into his thick hair, pulling his head back.

Our eyes clash; mine filled with desperation, his blackened with irritation.

“I think I’m gonna—”

“Don’t you dare.”

After a final nip on my clit, he throws me on my hands and knees and closes the gap behind me.

“These. Fucking. Thighs, Y/N” he hisses. His hands are rough and selfish as they skim up the backs of my legs and palm my ass. “Had to change the uniform because of these thighs.”

Despite my skin humming in anticipation, I frown. “What’s wrong with these thighs?”

He slaps my ass, hard. My head drops to the bed, allowing the pillow to absorb the brunt of my moan.

“They piss me off.”

I don’t have a clue what he’s going on about, but I don’t care. Not when he grips my ass and sinks his teeth into a cheek. White-hot pain carves a frantic path to my pussy, where it settles into a satisfying throb.

“Ow!”

“Shut up.”

“Jesus,” I growl into the pillow. “Thought you were charming.”

A dark chuckle cools my pussy lips. “Not in the bedroom, Queenie.”

“Yeah, no shit. Why does anyone fuck you when you speak to them like—oh, god.”

He slices through my sarcasm by sliding two fingers inside of me. As maddening pressure grows and blooms with every unwilling rock of my hips, a strangled sound rises up my throat and fills the room.

Behind me, Scaramouche makes a noise of satisfaction. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re so…” His free hand spanks my ass again, loaded with his frustration. “Fuck. You're perfect"

“More,” I mutter into the pillow, not entirely sure I want him to hear me. He responds by pressing his heavy chest to my back, bracing himself with a hand by my head. I turn to look at it. A busted, bloodied paw resting on luxury cotton, it ended a life less than an hour ago. Forme.

I squeeze my eyes shut. The thought shouldn’t bring me closer to the edge.

Scaramouche pushes his fingers deeper inside me and holds them there. His lips come to the shell of my ear with a loaded question.

#scara x reader #scara smut #scara x you #y/n #genshin scara #genshin smut

[princesspuresarahk]

ROTTMNT FanFic Lost and Found

by Bug and Queenie

Chapter 1: Breakfast and Surprise Trip!

It was a nice cool March morning in New York the turtles were hanging out in the layer enjoying the morning Splitter was watching a new nature documentary, Raph enjoying a cup of coffee enjoying a book April loaned him from the library, Leo and Donnie were hanging out at the table talking about making a skateboard trick as Donnie worked on a tech communicators for them well Mikey was busy and making everybody breakfast for everyone wanting to try this new pancake recipes he found online and was busy making whole made pancakes for everyone making sure there was plenty of for April and Baron Draxum(their former Nemesis turned Ally) the gargoyles Muninn and Huginn for coming over as it was the last day for spring break to begin with 2 weeks with nothing but fun and relaxing, and he made enough for about nine people all made from, blueberry, banana and chocolate chip, raspberries and cream, regular and buttermilk along with fresh made butter and hot maple syrup. “Breakfast’s almost ready guys!” Mikey called out as he flipped the last couple of pancakes. “Wow! Everything smells great Mikey!” Raph said as he smelled the pancakes. Almost everyone was brought into the kitchen by the delicious smell of pancakes. “Can I have one?” Leo asked as he reached over to grab a pancake. “Nuh-uh!” Mikey smacks Leo’s hand away with a spatula. “You can’t have one till everyone is here,” Mikey said to also as he continued cooking. Leo rubbed his hurt hand that Mikey smacked. "Darn. I hope April and Draxum will get here soon I need my nutrients (loud growling could be heard coming from their stomachs) see even like stomach agrees!" Just as he said that they heard that's coming from the entrance it was April and Barry "Hey guys we're here sorry if it took a little bit Barry wanted to make sure that the cafeteria was spotless before we left."

Ever since Baron was promoted to the Head cafeteria worker he became very strict about it being clean and the students picking up after themselves.

“Like I was going leave MY cafeteria a mess like that! Plus I expect teenagers to pick up after themselves!” Draxum said sticking his nose up in the air. He made sure every place was spotless and that teenagers cleaned after themselves. For a strict (used to be evil) guy, he sure was a giant neat freak. Draxum and April started smelling the food too. “Wow, Mikey! You cooking a storm in here!” April said as she entered the kitchen, seeing the dozens of stacks of pancakes spread out. “I made sure there was enough for everyone!” Mikey said with a happy smile. “Even us?” Asked one of the gargoyles that was sitting off Draxum’s shoulders. “Yes, even you too.” Mikey nodded. “Woohoo!” Both of the gargoyles cheered. Once everyone was here they sat down to dig in as everyone piled up some pancakes (except for Draxum who only wanted one regular and some black tea) Muninn and Huginn stacked a plate of 8 for the two of them to share spreading it with melted butter and almost drowning it with syrup "Hey easy on the syrup you two." Draxum warned lightly knowing how those two get hyped on sugar “Yeah leave some for us!” Leo said with a mouthful of food as he snatched the syrup away from them. Everyone was chowing down loudly on Mikey’s delicious pancakes. “Mmh! Amazing work with the pancakes Mikey!” Raph said to Mikey, giving him thumbs up. “Absolutely marvelous Michelangelo,” Donatello added in.

“Yes, they are absolutely delicious,” Splinter said with a giant burp. “You make your Father proud!” “Daww shucks you guys! I’m blushing!” Mikey blushed while smiling. All of these compliments were making so flustered but also so happy. He’s happy to get so many compliments and make so many people happy.

"Your skills of culinary are impressive Michelangelo." Baron commented he and the youngest turtle had formed a good bond for quite some time now as they continued eating April had a surprise "I have some exciting news and I think you're going to like it!" Mikey couldn’t help but smile WIDELY when Baron complimented him. He’s been waiting for his praise for HELLAS now! It’s what Mikey always wanted. All of the boys asked April “What?” The four brothers wonder what she has in store.

"well you know how I have a great aunt in Louisiana well it turns out she's going out of town for 3 weeks and has asked me to house sit while she's in Paris said I can bring some friends along with me so I thought this would be an awesome opportunity to bring you guys on a trip and get out of New York for a while." She declared showing a picture on the house on her phone "it's out in the country by a bayou so we'll have plenty of privacy out there for y'all to hang outside." “A trip?!” They all excitedly said. “Woohoo! Yeah!” The boys all cheered, going on a trip with April sounds awesome! They never really left New York or even left the country before or traveled around, this could be a get opportunity but they need their dad’s permission first. “Can we go dad pleaaasee?” Mikey begged as he looked their dad Splinter with puppy eyes, all the other brothers whimpered and did puppy eyes too along with him. “*sighs* Ok ok fine. You can go.” Splinter sighed. Who is he to say no? Especially to those cute eyes of theirs. All of the turtles cheered once again. This is going to be awesome! "But I'll be coming with you make sure you boys stay out of trouble and besides I could use a vacation myself." He chuckled then Mikey turn to Draxum "Barry you, Muninn and Huginn too Ppppplllllleeeeaaaassseee!" He begged as did Muninn and Huginn did the same thinking the idea awesome instantly as they join Mikey to convince their boss to go "Yeah Boss Ppppplllllleeeeaaaassseee!"

Baron loudly sighs and says “Sure why not.” While rolling his eyes. Everyone cheered once more and decided to give Draxum a BIG hug. “Alright get off of me!” He said while pushing everyone off. “Boys! Pack your bags! We going on a road trip!” Splinter said excitedly. All of the guys hurried up to finish and hurried to pick their things, shoving whatever they can fit into their suitcases. Even the little gargoyle guys packed their bags. Thankfully April was prepared for this as soon as everyone was packed she loved them out to an ally outside of the City where she had a camper Volkswagen waiting for them "I was able to inherit this baby once I turned 18 and there should be enough room for all of you to sit as it's going to be a long ride plus you won't have to worry as it has curtains for privacy so no one will see you guys we're on the road."

 7:40 PM day of the road trip

“Woohoo yeah!” All the turtles excitedly hopped into the vehicle while the adults just casually walked inside. All of the turtles looked inside with awe they never seen a vehicle like this before. They was even a mini shower and couch too. “This is awesome April!” Said one of the turtles. “Yeah thanks April!” Said one of the other ones.

"Alright y'all let's get show on the road." It's a long 21 hours get to their destination and April wants to get them there as soon as possible!

And indeed it was a long one as each passenger had to keep themselves busy being entertained during the long drive every 3 hours would take a break at the stretch and they would find a place where no one could see them

Draxum kept himself busy reading some books he brought along and everyone was surprised he didn't get car sick while doing so , Donnie brought some tech with him to tinker on while the rest of his brothers try to figure out what to do as Splinter was mostly napping during the trip with Muninn and Huginn joining in taking a nap lightly snoring along with the sensei. Each turtle and April took turns driving, there’s no possible way the same person can drive for multiple hours nonstop. The trip was long and tedious but also very fun almost felt like days or weeks even though it’s been a day but they finally reached their destination. Again April was that the wheel is everyone had fallen asleep it was night time now as she checked to look on them she could see the sun peeking over the horizon as she could see a sign that said now entering Louisiana "hey y'all wakey wakey we're here~." Called out opening the window with letting some fresh air letting out a sigh as a fresh breeze blew against her face, Everyone started to wake up from April’s wake up call and looked outside the window. “Wooaahhh!!” All four of them said in unison. The place looked so beautiful and was bustling with so many people. Going to a new place and meeting new people sounds SOOO EXCITING! They can barely contain themselves! Unfortunately they can’t meet new people cu they’re giant mutant turtles and will definitely scare them off. Plus it would be even crazier if people were to see a old short rat man and a 6'8ft ram yokai with two little gargoyles.

"We should be able to get there in a few hours guys in the meantime how about I pick us all up some breakfast." turning to a corner at a little bakery the sign reading The Baby Gator Beignet as April ordered everyone some beignets for breakfast with hot coffee and milk for everyone getting the box opening it to reveal golden brown pastries covered with honey and powdered sugar hot and fresh from the fryer  “Woaaah!” The boys’ eyes sparkled when they saw it, they never seen anything like this before. Everyone in the car and even the little yokais grabbed one and chowed down. “Mmh! These are so good!” Muninn hummed. “Super good!” Huginn agreed nodding. “Oh me gosh! What is this April? I gotta know the recipe!” Mikey said eating another one. He always had a taste for new recipes and always wanna try a new one himself.

While munching down on the sweet treats and getting caffeine into their system they made their way to April's Aunt's house driving for the route into the countryside until it came to an area surrounded by trees miles from the nearest neighbor until they reached a gate the entrance "it's private property so we'll have plenty of privacy." Getting out as Raph came out to help her open and close the gate once they were through,

“Woow!” All the boys wowed together as they saw the beautiful house and beautiful scenery that came along with it. “Impressive house! I’d love to live here instead of the sewers!” Splinter said as he got out of the car. “It is… alright. I prefer living underground unnoticed,” Baron Draxum added while making a slight hand gesture, in the inside he admits its nice looking house.

"May not be underground Barry but it'll make you comfortable," She confirmed leading them to their rooms the first one had some bunk beds "the two of you will have to share a room guys so who would like this one?" It had a beautiful view at the backyard with a little flower box by the window.

“I call top!” Leo immediately said as he immediately hopped onto the top bed. “Aaww! No fair Leo!” Donnie awed. “Sorry bro. You snooze you loose~ ” Leo said as he kicked his feet and laid back. “I guess Leo and Donnie will have that room. ” Raph said as he nervously laughed. “What room will we be getting April?” Raph asked his friend. "It’s right this way guys." Leading them to a room with a queen cama bed and a loft with a desk under it with little lights around the room “Wow!!” Raph and Mikey wowed together in this magnificent room. “A queen-sized bed for a king-sized me! Woohoo!” Raph immediately hopped onto the bed and bounced on it. It was so nice and soft and bouncy! “Lemme get in there too!” Mikey said as he jumped onto the bed too and bounced around with Raph. Looks like the two guys were having lots of fun on the bed. “Hey, what about us?” Splinter asked. “Yes, it appears the boys have rooms and beds except for us,” Draxum added."not to worry about that guys right this." She lead Spliter to a room just his size " you’re on the other side Barry we have a king sized bed that's large enough for a big guy like you it's the second master bedroom on the left." She guided him down the hall where it revealed a room with bed just his size and enough room for him to move for him "this was my uncle's room he was a big guy like you (hinting at his 6'8 height) so you should be comfortable here plus you'll get a beautiful view of the forest sunset later anyway I'm gonna head to my room to unpack I'll see y'all later."

With that she left as Draxum looked around the room the room did look very comfortable for him as he sat on the bed laying down to test it out it looked like it will do him fine, setting up he looked out the window out into the forest and marshes of this land “Thank you April.” Baron said to her while bowing and heading to his room. “Yes thank you, April!” Splinter thanked her as he headed to his own room. Splinter plopped himself onto the bed and got all nice and comfy. He let out a big relaxed sigh and quickly fell asleep like a log.

Meanwhile, Baron Draxum gets used to his room and bed and takes a look outside. “Hm… very nice scenery. This ain’t too bad at all.” He said to himself as he lay down in his comfy bed. He can’t remember the last time he been this comfortable and relaxed. He almost wanna fall asleep too. Muninn and Huginn meanwhile spotted a treehouse by the backyard exciting them that they wanted to see if April could let them stay the night in there!? “Ohhh cool tree house!” Muninn said as his eyes sparkled. “Can we stay in here April? Pleaaseee?! ” Huginn pleaded as he looked at April with cute puppy eyes. April couldn't say no to those eyes giving a nod yes “Woohoo!” Both of them cheered and quickly flew inside the tree house! It may have looked a little old but it still looked pretty awesome. It was the biggest and roomiest room they ever set foot in. Lots of room to fly around in and nice cushiony bean bags to sleep on. It was perfect for just the two of them. Soon everyone was taking a nap in their chosen rooms resting up after the long drive they had that morning until it was nearing the afternoon Draxum, April, and Mikey were the first to be up.

“Morning Drax! Morning Mikey! Well… it’s no longer morning anymore. ” April greeted. She slept for so long that she lost track of time. “Afternoon April! And good afternoon to you too… Daaaad!” Mikey winked at Draxum. “I’m not your dad and do not call me that. Draxum is just fine.” He said to Mikey. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be their dad he just thinks he doesn’t deserve the title “dad”. He was more of an asshole and an absent father instead of an actual real one like Splinter and he beats himself up over it.

"For our plans, I thought I'd take you guys on a big nature hike and boating my family knows a couple of trails back out here even good places for a picnic." As soon as she said this the others were already up

“A hike? Woohoo!” Mikey said excitedly. “I’m gonna go wake up my brothers!” Mikey said before dashing off to wake his brothers who were still sound asleep. However, they were already awake before he could run out. A hike and picnic sounds super exciting to Mikey! He loves quality family time! "A hike that sounds relaxing." Raph agreed as did the others “Great! Let’s pack our things and go!” April said as she went to grab her stuff. The others were hurrying along and picking up their hiking gear. Splinter finally came in yawning asking “What’s the rush? Where’s everyone going?” Looks like he was the last one to be awake. “We going hiking!” Mikey said excitedly. “Yeah, you should join pops!” Raph added in. “Hiking? Yawn But we just got here…” Splinter yawned again as he stretched. He wasn’t really the hiking type of guy, he’s more of a sleeping-in kind of guy. But before he could yawn again he was grabbed by Raph as April grabbed the hiking gear and everyone was out the back door with Muninn and Huginn waiting for them as April stood in front wearing her favorite sun hat "Okay guys it's going to be a bit of a long walk to the docks but trust me there's a lot to see on the way!" Everyone was excited as Leo yelled, "Lead the way April!" “Alright!” April led the way up the big hill.

End of Chapter:1

stay tuned for Chapter:2 Hiking and a Boat ride!

credit to the beautiful Queenie aka https://www.tumblr.com/celestialcreativity for being a part of this Fanfic

#rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #tmnt au #tmnt oc

[its-me-im-coraline]

Exs and Ohs // Thomas Raggi

words: 1982

warnings: smut, slight degredation, terrible writing, some sir kink, dom Thomas

pairing: Thomas Raggi x gn!reader

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberry @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

authors note: so sorry if ive done any mistakes in tagging, i think there are some more people I had to add here but i dont have the energy now, I will fix it in the morning.

this is not my proudest work but it def works for ya horny bitches. (look out i might edit it and fix it up tomorrow so yeah)

summary:What happens when Reader’s ex shows up at a party and the two indulge in such deep conversation that they forget Thomas entirely?

The current predicament was never the plan for the night. Thomas and Y/N were simply supposed to go to the party, have a few drinks and then go back home, relax. But plans are just that, plans, and plans can be upturned.

Thomas was lying on the bed, head resting on his crossed arms behind him, feet hitting each other in anticipation as his lover was getting ready for the party. Y/N had decided to take a big nap that afternoon leading to them waking up later than they should to get ready for the party, so now, thirteen past eleven, and they were still at home.

“Amore, are you ready?”

“Yes. Just need to put on my shoes.”

Walking out to the bedroom, the tall Italian was flabbergasted at the sight of his lover - dressed so beautifully, looking as gorgeous as ever, making him feel as lucky as one can get. Sometimes he did not even know how to express that feeling but with pure sensuality. He’d always comment on their absolute ‘hotness’ before doing anything else, just like right now - “You are- oof, amore mio - you look smokin’ hot.” His eyes were full of that mischievousness he always held like treasure, teasing smirk on his face.

“Thomas, stop it! We have to go to a party!” That was indeed not something to ever brother the pair before.

“Not really a problem, if you think about it,” he laughed, pulling Y/N close, palms on their ass and moving to their back, before walking them outside and to the car.

It was all a funny fuzz; the jokes in the car, the slightly drunk people while they walked into the party. They were already enjoying themselves by the door. Looking around the pair finally spotted their shared friends with drinks in their hands engaging in conversation. “Y/N, Thomas!,” yelled Leo, “finally you showed up! Here, here, take this,” he said, ushering a drink to their hands, ones that neither knew what they were - possibly some cheap random cocktail, no complaining though. Everyone had no problem downing the alcohol in their cups, cheering and making jokes about it. It was moments like this that Thomas felt content, a feeling that would soon be ruined and replaced by anger - and lust!

Not much happened for a bit after that. Everyone was just having fun, up until the unexpected happened: Dan, Y/N’s ex boyfriend showed up. He certainly was someone Thomas hoped to never see again. He met him once, only once, when he and Y/N had just gotten together, they stumbled across him at a cafè, the break up was still fresh and his behavior was not very admirable.

“Dan!,” Y/N called, hugging him close, as if they were old friends, which they were, honestly, “it’s been a year since we spoke, how is-”

Thomas zoned out of the conversation, lips wrapped around the brim of his cup, sipping his drink away as his eyes focused on a random napkin on the table. He hoped, no, no, he wished, that Dan would go away soon, allowing him to finally enjoy his partner’s company, but that could not be further from what happened. The music changed, the time passed but Thomas was still glued to his partner's side, not that they noticed, he might as well have been on the other side of the world. Whenever he would avert his gaze to the side there was Y/N and Dan talking and giggling, way too close for comfort.

Currently, it was two fifty three am, the guitarist was on his fourth drink, pretty intoxicated, livid at the sight beside him. They needed to go home, now, and he would make sure there was no complaining about it.

“Puppy, I think it’s time you quit this masquerade so we can go home. You’ve messed up big time,” he whispered, lips leaving a few kisses on the side of their head - Y/N could feel their blood rushing, their face heating up all the way to their ears, feeling so small under the two men’s gazes.

The drive home was tense, so much tension, you could cut it with a knife. For most of it neither had something to say, or more likely, he had lots to say but everything would be expressed at a later time, when his fingers were dipped inside his lover, hand choking them to the point of tears. “The entire night,” he breathed out, “the entire night, you spend it with him.”

“Wha- I didn’t do that-”

“Oh but you did, amore. All touchy feely with him. Oh, Dan, how long has it been,” he mocked, “you’ve changed so much, love the new look. The only thing missing was you fucking him in front of me.” Thomas was fuming, voice trembling in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

It wasn’t long until they reached home. Opening the door to their shared home has never been more agonizing to Y/N. They knew what was going to happen and honestly they couldn’t wait. The whole ‘angry Thomas situation’ drove them crazy with arousal.

“Rules are simple,” spoke Thomas, having pretty much gone in dom mode for some time now, his lover having acknowledged their place for the night, “you will be loud or you are not cumming, you ask for permission to cum, if you don't… well let’s say you will not get what you want… for some time.”

Y/N shuddered under his gaze and his words, shivering at his silent order to undress. Taking off their clothes they were now only in underwear, Thomas enjoying the view in front of him, taking a seat on the couch - them having no patience to even go to the bedroom.

“Over my knee.” The instruction was simple yet promising, causing for a certain arousal to build up in their underwear, and, boy, could he see it. “So wet for me already, aren’t you? You want to get spanked don’t you, you slut? Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” said Y/N, eyes on the floor close to them.

“Well, we’ll see how much you like it when I’m done with you.”

He started off slow and simple, a few rubs around their ass, some massaging and caressing their soft skin. Nothing much, just enough to build up their anticipation some more. It won’t be that bad, they thought. He moved rhythmically, calmly, painfully calmly, to the point they started feeling relaxed. Oh, but what a mistake. As their breathing got a slow rhythm Thomas striked with a rough spank. Y/N nearly screamed, the unexpected sensation taking them off guard, heart racing at the rush.

“You should have known amore,” said Thomas, repeating his actions, landing some spanks, some rougher than the others. Y/N’s skin has started taking a rosy tint already, so red and sore, he couldn’t stop looking. He caressed their skin a bit more again before pulling their underwear to the side pushing one of his fingers in, slowly again, emitting a deep moan from his lover. Soon, one finger became two but the pace remained the same; after all this was a punishment.

He did not stop his actions for some time, alternating between caressing their practically bare ass and fingering their dripping pussy. “Sir- oh- go faster please,” they’d beg, but Thomas would entirely ignore their words.

“Count the next spanks for me,” he ordered, Y/N doing as told, taking the spanking like a good puppy and doing as told, counting every spank, rough or not. By the end of it their ass was aggressively red, tears forming in their eyes from the pain and pleasure.

“Such a good puppet for me, doing as told. Did he have the same effect on you amore? Could he make you feel like I do?”

“No, sir,” they responded, all fucked out already but clearly this was just the beginning. Thomas moved his lover from his lap, pushing them down on their knees in front of him, making quick move of his zipper and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. At the sight of his hard on Y/N was practically salivating, so eager to suck his cock.

“Do it,” he commanded, “go ahead and blow me, puppy, I know you want to,” he said.

Y/N wasted no time, grabbing his cock in their palms and grabbing him, jerking him off a few times before beginning to do as told. Lips wrapped around his tip, sucking deliciously before taking his cock deeper, and back to the same pattern. They’d lick a thick strip from the base of his cock to the tip then going up and down on the side, giving some special love to that one specific vein. Thomas would moan in pleasure, throwing his head back in the process. They’d bob their head over and over, his hands to the back of their head, sometimes pushing them down in order to deepthroat him a bit.

“Cazzo, cucciolo, sei bravo - ah,” he groaned, eyes shut closed in pleasure. “Did his dick fill your warm little mouth like mine does? Huh? Tell me, you slut!”

“No, sir.” So timid, so submissive under his gaze - and practically his dick.

“I’m so close, amore. Now, you will take all of my cum like the good puppet you are.” There was no response to that but it was clear that they were not in a place to disagree. With a few more pumps and a few more bobs of their head, the man finally came in their mouth.

“Such a sweet baby, for me. You took all of it like a good slut, bravo amore,” he praised, fingers squeezing their face lightly.

With that he moved Y/N to the bed, their underwear long gone, allowing their pussy to be exposed to the guitarist's mercy, or lack thereof. The man moved closer to the edge of the bed, knees on it, palms spreading Y/N’s legs open widely.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “look at that dripping pussy, all for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He was not hesitant even for a second, attaching his lips to their clit, licking and sucking, pushing his tongue in them, tasting their divine taste. He only had one question in his mind, hearing their moans, seeing them wiggle under his lips: “Did he ever make you feel this good? Did that excuse of an ex ever make you shiver in pleasure like this,” he asked in between eating, “he ever made you that loud?”

Y/N was unable to respond, once again. Eyes rolled to the back, putting so much effort to not release all over his face. They were practically screaming at that point, unable to form sentences.

“You know, amore, if you want to cum, all you have to do is aske,” he said, moving away from them completely, causing some whines to come out their lips.

“Thomas-”

“Eh, eh, eh! That’s not what you call me in here.”

“S-sir. Please, sir, I need to cum - ah - so badly, please,” they begged, causing Thomas to smirk, pulling a dildo the pair had bought a while ago out of the drawer. Y/N’s eyes went wide. They had not seen it in a while, and they had an idea what he’d do. “Sir, no, I-I want your cock, not that one,” they whined but Thomas did not badge.

“Who said you’re not taking both?”

#måneskin #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #måneskin fanfic #måneskin imagine #maneskin #imagines #thomas raggi smut #thomas raggi #thomas raggi imagine #maneskin x reader

[strange-lace]

I've been meaning to write something in response to the spider Wukong design that @winterpower98 and @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off have drawn for my Spider Monkie AU! Also features my ship with this AU of Wukong/Spider Queen/Macaque. So here you go!

But content warning for body horror and brief descriptions of blood! Also has brief spoilers for the season 2 finale.

It felt almost like the end of era to Spider Queen when she and the others ventured back down to their old home to start cleaning things out without the threat of the Lady Bone Demon looming over them all. It was one thing for her to start living on Flower Fruit Mountain with the idea in mind that it is a temporary arrangement but this made it feel all the more permanent to her. The idea of never having to live in the ruins, the constant reminders of her fallen reign, and instead live surrounded by greenery, sunlight, and fresh air…

Well, it made the scars, angry and red from where her skin met the scalding liquid of the brazier, not as difficult to look at.

It was enjoyable in a sense, going through her things for moving. Old spell books, faded robes, half finished blueprints. Having Wukong and Macaque there certainly helped, the two monkeys providing their own brand of commentary that never failed to get a chuckle or exasperated groan from her.

Though that changed once they inevitably had to start clearing out the lab.

Syntax, understandably, chose to start transporting things back to the mountain at that moment, Goliath and Huntsman making the decision to go with him. The former because he was concerned about leaving Syntax alone with how shaken he looked and the latter… well even now, Spider Queen couldn’t quite understand those two’s dynamic. They certainly weren’t as antagonistic towards each other like they used to but that didn’t leave them bickering any less than before.

Even though Spider Queen had long since adjusted to the constant gnawing of guilt, it definitely felt like a jab to the gut to see Syntax as he hurried to leave and be back above ground. Far away from the lab and the memories that came with it.

He was in such a hurry that he had not noticed the screwdriver which he had left on the ground.

A gentle prod from Macaque snapped her out of it.

“Hey, c’mon, let’s get through this old junk quick before someone else gets any ideas, okay?”

She could still hear his screams when the experiments were at their worst. How he was barely coherent afterwards, looking so small and vulnerable as she did her best to make sure he was comfortable. How the pain persisted despite the experiments being a “success” and the burning hatred in the Monkey King’s eyes as he glared her down with Macaque in his arms.

“Right, yes, of course,” she mumbled. Macaque was about to say more before all four of his eyes went wide at the sight of something behind her. Spider Queen turned as quickly as she could with her mechanical spider legs and nearly had a heart attack at the sight of Wukong picking up an unused glass tank of her venom that was twice his size.

“Wukong, for all that is heavenly, be careful with that!”

“I got it, I got it! Don’t worry, I’ve carried heavier things than this,” he said as if that actually made either of them feel any better.

To his credit, he kept his balance and grip on the tank well enough that Spider Queen and Macaque felt like they could breathe.

Until he stepped on the same screwdriver that Syntax had accidentally left behind in his rush to leave.

And try as he might, Wukong couldn’t right his balance in time.

Spider Queen swore the world had gone into slow motion in that moment.

The Monkey King landed flat on his back, eyes going wide in horror at the sight of the tank right on top of him. Before he could even move, the tank landed on his body with the glass casing shattering on impact. Without thinking, Spider Queen grabbed Macaque and leaped until they were on the ceiling, far from the reach of the spider venom as it spilled all over Wukong and the lab floor with nothing to contain it anymore.

For a brief moment, they were both silent in horror as Wukong remained motionless before jolting upwards, coughing up a storm.

“Oh gross, I think it got in my mouth!” He sputtered in outrage and Spider Queen let out a sigh of relief. He was still cognizant and not a mindless slave, that was a good sign that the venom didn’t work that way without the spider robots. Perhaps it had become less potent, simply left down here without anyone to maintain it?

That didn’t stop her from insisting that she or Syntax look him over for any possible side effects back on Flower Fruit Mountain, despite the Monkey King’s protests that he was fine. Though, eventually, he caved in.

And to her great relief, there didn’t seem to be any.

“See, what did I tell you? Everything’s fine and I’m fine. You don’t gotta worry about me, that energy is better spent somewhere else.” His eyes wandered towards Macaque as he said that. The monkey demon in question was trying and failing to hide the pain on his face as he rubbed at his back. Spider Queen conceded on that as it looked like she was going to have to brew another muscle relaxer for Macaque and just her luck, they just ran out of the last batch.

“Fine, then help me expend that energy by helping me get the herbs for Macaque’s medicine,” she grumbled, running a hand through her choppy hair. It was still strange, having her hair cut so short to what was a pixie cut, but it was… a welcome change. It also being that way MK did for her while she was recovering and extremely uncomfortable with her hair touching her burn scars helped but… no need to say it out loud.

Wukong followed her lead without any complaint, yet stopped for a second when he felt a weird twinge in his sides. The call of Spider Queen snapped him out of it and rushed to follow her. Yet in the back of Wukong’s mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if that wasn’t just a random pain in his sides.

Almost felt like…

Like something was squirming underneath his skin.

‘Eh, it’s probably nothing to worry about.’ He thought to himself, reaching behind him to scratch at a sudden itch on the back of his neck.

Days passed like normal after that, the permanent move to Flower Fruit Mountain a success, much to his monkeys' chagrin. They were just beginning to warm up to Goliath and were able to be around the others without Wukong having to stop them from pelting the spider demons in fruit. Typically by reminding them that, like it or not, they were also MK’s family and asking them if they wanted to make MK upset by throwing fruit at his mother and “uncles”. That usually did the trick.

Good thing too since Wukong was starting to notice he was feeling… off.

The twinging at his sides had only seemed to worsen in the following days, the sensation escalating from only happening once every two days to it happening three times a day. And while they didn’t become painful, each time it felt like there was more… force behind them every time they happened.

The ignored voice in the back of his head compared it to something almost trying to poke its way free.

Eventually, these “episodes” were enough to stop Wukong from whatever he was doing to try and catch his breath once his sides calmed down. He figured it was only a matter of time until one of his partners confronted him about it. This time being Macaque.

It helped that he had caught Wukong during another one of his “episodes”, this one enough to make him stumble his footsteps and make Macaque rush to catch him before the Monkey King fell ungracefully to the floor.

“Alright Wukong, what’s going on with you?”

A part of Wukong wanted to insist that it was nothing but a passing thing. But passing sensations don’t last this long.

Something was wrong.

“Remember when I dropped that vat of Queenie’s spider venom on me and she didn’t find anything wrong with me?” Horrifying realization came to Macaque’s face at that question, all four of his eyes immediately looking over Wukong for anything out of the ordinary.

“I don’t like where this is going Peaches.”

“Well… a bit ago I started feeling something odd in my sides. Like somebody was poking me. It didn’t really hurt so I thought it was no big deal and would go away on its own, y’know? It… it hasn’t gone away. In fact it’s been happening more often and getting stronger.” As he spoke, Wukong lightly rubbed at his sides, not looking directly at Macaque out of guilt.

“Peaches, I love you, but why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I thought I could handle it on my own! And we have more important things to worry about than me, like you and Queenie, y’know the people who aren’t indestructible and-” He was cut off by a light smack behind the head from Macaque, the demon looking exasperated and frustrated more than anything else.

“You idiot, just because you’re indestructible doesn’t mean that you should have kept this from SQ and me. God, you sound like the kid. We have no idea how the venom could impact your systems compared to me and now who knows what we’ll find. C’mon, we’re having Queen look at you again, no arguments.”

Wukong couldn’t find it in himself to protest. Only hope that it was merely them all being paranoid and stressed.

Those hopes promptly went out the window when Spider Queen had him take off his shirt.

On each side of his torso underneath his arms were two pairs of lumps, each the size of his palm and seemed to almost twitch when she had cautiously prodded at them to feel for bone. He was worried for a moment that everyone was going to see the peaches he had just eaten as nausea squirmed within his stomach.

“This is not good, pretty sure these same exact kind of bumps developed too when we…” Spider Queen trailed off, eyes lingering on Macaque who didn’t need to say anything to show that he understood what she meant. “But this doesn’t make any sense, it took weeks for them to develop at this stage and yet it’s been little more than a week, barely two.” She looked extremely frazzled, trying to make sense of this. Syntax didn’t look any better himself, lime green hair a tousled mess compared to its usual put-together appearance.

“It could be a case of biology, my queen. Wukong’s biology is… incomprehensible to put it politely. With all the methods put into extending his immortality and Macaque’s own biology, it would be pointless to try and compare them and their reactions to the venom. And with how fast these limbs seem to be developing in comparison, it may have already been too late to use the antivenom the moment his skin made contact and he ingested the venom,” he rambled yet Wukong didn’t miss the look of sympathy sent his way at that final statement.

Wukong felt numbness, not sure how to process knowing it was too late for him from the get go.

The sensation of something squirming hitting him again and knowing that it was new limbs developing right under his ribs only made his nausea worse.

He barely noticed Macaque gently pulling him into a hug until his face was buried in coarse purple fur, four arms holding him while the monkey demon nuzzled his cheek.

“Hey, look on the bright side, Peaches. It’s looking like you won’t be growing any new eyes like me. Can’t get any worse than that, right?” Wukong could only give him a small, fond smile that could not even begin to communicate his exhaustion, fear, but relief that Macaque was at least trying to comfort him. For a brief moment, he felt a bit calmer and wasn’t bathed in dread about what was inevitably about to come.

That temporary peace was shattered the moment Wukong felt a stabbing sensation in his sides.

A pain which only seemed to intensify by the second.

He had to leave. Now.

“I-I’m so-sorry, I have to-” Wukong cut himself with a scream of pain as it spiked for a brief moment to a level that his mind was only white hot agony. He stumbled out of Macaque’s embrace and ran off, no clear destination in mind except that he needed to be away.

He could faintly hear Macaque and Spider Queen calling for him to come back, yet he didn’t listen.

The trees blurred as he ran past them and he stumbled into the first temple, nearly tripping on the stone steps and slamming the door behind him. In his blind, pain-filled panic he was able to pile the dusty and old furniture in front of the door to keep anybody out before the pain left him to fall to his knees. Wukong struggled to breath, his lungs feeling like they were on fire.

He couldn’t breathe. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Wukong could only open his mouth in a silent scream of pain, writhing on the floor in a poor attempt to alleviate his suffering. White hot pain ran down his spine as it felt like someone was pulling at it like taffy, skin stretching and organs rearranging underneath his flesh. He gasped in air once the unbearable heat seemed to recede only to let out a groan as it traveled down to his legs. Wukong swore that he could hear the bones in his legs creaking as they grew and thickened, muscles following their lead to fortify them as if ready to carry a great weight.

He sighed, feeling like he could breathe again while noticing that his clothes didn’t feel right anymore.

The brief moment of peace was shattered as Wukong was overtaken by pure agony as he felt something trying to push through his sides.

This time, he couldn’t hold in the screech that bellowed from his lungs.

Spider Queen and Macaque, desperately searching for Wukong, nearly jumped out of their skin as a roar of distress echoed through the forests of Flower Fruit Mountain. They two shared a silent look before running off in the direction of the sound’s origin, his ears leading the way as they twitched to and fro to track their idiot partner down.

“It came from here, I can hear him inside,” Macaque said yet the grim look on his face told her that that wasn’t all. The door didn’t budge when she attempted to pull it open, something heavy on the other side. Rapidly losing patience knowing that Wukong was on the other side and already in the throes of the transformation, Spider Queen felt she could be forgiven about what she needed to do next.

She stepped back before charging at the doors, her shoulder taking the brunt of force.

The fact that she caused the makeshift barricade on the other side to go flying across the temple was of no concern to her. The sight of Wukong curled up in a fetal position on the floor was.

“Peaches!” “Peachykins!”

They were both at his side in an instant, Macaque gently taking the Monkey King off the floor. Immediately he could feel something had changed. Wukong was taller, heavier in his arms.

Gods if that didn’t bring back memories he’d much rather bury.

“You shouldn’t… you two shouldn’t be here,” Wukong wheezed, voice raspy for obvious reasons.

“Quiet you, if you think for a second that we were going to let you deal with this alone, then it seems that venom messed with your brain too. I wasn’t alone for this, so neither should you.” Spider Queen nodded in agreement, running his fingers through his fur in her best attempt to offer him comfort.

Wukong whimpered as the heat and pressure against his sides seemed to grow and grow. Faintly in the back of his head, he could feel that wasn’t the only thing changing. Peach fur darkened as it grew thicker and longer into what was practically a mane. His claws became longer and sharper. For a moment, his entire world was bathed in green instead of gold before his vision returned to normal.

He should feel horrified, to feel himself changing, shifting without any sort of control or way to stop it in front of his partners to add salt to the wound. Feel helpless, powerless, weak.

Yet all that remained on the forefront of his mind was the pain.

“You’re doing amazing Wukong, I promise it’ll be over soon.”

“You just need to hold on a bit longer.”

Just when the pressure and heat had become borderline unbearable and Wukong was on the cusp of passing out, he could just barely hear the sound of ripping past the pounding in his ears.

Cloth ripping as well as something else. Something wet.

Macaque and Spider Queen were knocked back by the force of something punching its way out of the Monkey King's sides, their backs meeting the opposing sides of the room.

Wukong could feel blood dripping down his sides and his entire being ached, not too different from when he had been freed from under the mountain after 500 years. And yet all he could feel was sweet relief, body already working over time to heal his wounds and stop the bleeding. Letting himself a moment to breathe, he cautiously pulled himself up into a sitting position.

Or at least tried, as he fumbled back to the floor the moment he saw just how much his body changed.

Evidently even his “biology” felt the need to one up Macaque as Wukong tested his four new arms. He couldn’t help but mourn the fate of his clothes as it was obvious they were a lost cause, his shirt nothing but scraps of cloth barely able to contain his broader chest and orange stained with red. His pants, while not torn, were now much too short to cover his legs entirely. He could feel that his phoenix feather headdress had managed to get tangled up the much thicker fur which trailed from his head.

Cautiously, he began to move his new appendages. His limbs were clumsy but he slowly began to get the hang of it, belatedly noticing that the fur of his new arms got progressively paler. The second pair more closer resembled his old fur color while the third pair was pure white, all the colors converging around his sides. Or at least it looked like that, since the fur of his sides was sticky and caked with dried blood which stained it a dark red.

Groans of pain pulled him back to focus to see Spider Queen and Macaque pulling themselves off the floor, nursing bumps on the back of their heads from colliding with the walls.

“You… two alright?” His voice was still scratchy and now he had exhaustion weighing on his eyelids.

“Bit of a bump but we’ll live. Shouldn't have been so close honestly. What about you Peachykins?” Spider Queen asked, offering her hand to help him up while trying not to stare at the dried blood crusting his fur. Without hesitation, Wukong took her hand and let himself be lifted back on to his feet. He winced, muscles aching both old and new ones and started to try stretching out the new kinks in his spine.

Spider Queen meanwhile blushed at the fact that she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes now, doing her best to not stare at his muscled and bare chest. Macaque was no better as his eyes looked over Wukong's form, though he had the benefit of fur to hide his flushed cheeks. Their eyes met and they both came to a similar conclusion.

They were doomed.

"Feels weird and I ache all over but…" Wukong gave them both a slow grin once he noticed that he had to look down to see them both, "I think I could get used to this. Got a feeling you guys don't have a problem with it either, am I right?"

Oh they were so doomed.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid spoilers #spider monkie au #three bastardeers shipping #sun wukong #spider queen #macaque #my writing #fanfiction

[mldrgrl]

Broken Things 21/24

by: mldrgrl Rating: varies by chapter, rated R overall (THIS CHAPTER RATED R) See Chapter 1 for summary and notes

He does not wake first the next morning.  Her back is to him when he opens his eyes, but he can see her moving her fingers, twisting her wedding ring as he’s seen her do on occasion.  Her hair is in his mouth again and he moves his head and runs a hand over the back of hers.  She turns to look back at him.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning,” she answers.

She turns her head away, back towards the window.  He turns his hand over and slides his palm under her fidgeting fingers.  She stops twisting her ring and then laces her fingers with his.  He’d like to kiss her.  He’d like to touch her again, but he’s content to hold her like this for as long as she’ll let him.  She shifts though, and he loosens his arms and lets her fingers slip out of his.

She only rolls over to face him though and they stay like that for some time, nearly nose to nose.  He makes a move, shifting his pinkie finger over to hers and hooking them together.  She smiles a little and gives it a light squeeze.

“We can try again,” she says.  “If...if you’d like to.”

“I would like nothing more, but only if it’s what you really want as well.”

She reaches up and touches his face.  He closes his eyes as her thumb skims over his brow and across his cheek and down his nose.  She traces his lips and then touches his chin and then finally rests her hand on his chest.  With his eyes closed, the images of her flicker though his mind like the spinning of a zoetrope; she’s arched beneath him or laying naked before him or looking up into his eyes as she touches him.  It takes so little of her to get him aroused he’s almost ashamed of it.

She kisses him gently, just a whisper of her lips against his before she slides closer and slips her arm under his to wrap around his back.  When she kisses him again, her lips are wet and he can feel the tip of her tongue against his bottom lip.  He can’t help himself, he has to bring her in tighter.  She moans softly as his hips press against her and his resolve to go slow is shattered.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, twisting her nightgown into a fist at the small of her back.  He nuzzles her cheek with his nose and moves down to kiss her neck.

“You,” she whispers.

He’s never hated clothing before until now.  Suddenly, it’s the worst thing ever to be created and he’s only wearing his drawers and she’s only wearing a nightgown and bloomers, but they can’t come off fast enough.  Together, they get her nightgown unlaced and over her head.  He has to stop then to touch her breast, to marvel at how perfectly it fits in his hand and how smooth her skin is and how her nipple tightens at his touch.  This time, when he lowers his head, she doesn’t stop him.  She runs her fingers through his hair and twists towards him when he takes her in his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, lifting his head to give the same attention to the other breast.

“Yes,” she answers.

Experimentally, he closes his teeth onto her nipple, not biting, but gently tugging and rubbing his tongue over the peak at the same time.  She gasps and her hips push up into his.  He pushes back and suddenly they’re rocking against each other and he has to lift his head.  She clutches his head with both hands and he kisses her again.  He’s starting to see stars he’s so breathless and his groin is so tight.

“I have to...I have to slow down,” he says.

“I don’t need you to.”

“But, I need me to.”  

“Alright.”

He chuckles a bit when he eases his hips away and she whimpers and rolls towards him.  He rubs her hip and observes how her stomach clenches and how her lips tremble and how ragged her breathing is.  He undoes the ties for her bloomers and pulls the front down just enough that he uncovers a fiery tuft of pubic hair.  He runs his fingers over the soft and damp curls.  The last time he touched her here he was surprised by how wet she was, how hot, how tight.  Even though he knows what to expect now, he’s still caught off guard.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” she breathes.

He eases two fingers inside, moving deeper than he had before.  He wishes he wasn’t so inexperienced.  He knows there are ways to please a woman, but he doesn’t know what they are and all he wants is to make her feel as good as she makes him feel.  He’s guessing by the way she’s rocking her hips with the motion of his hand that she likes it.

“Oh!” she cries, and she inhales with a stutter.  “Oh...oh!”  She clutches the sheets with one hand and with the other, she grabs onto his wrist and pushes the edge of his palm down against her pubic bone.

“Do you like that?” he asks.

“I…”  She seems to have lost all speech.

He can feel something like a pull and a flutter of muscle and heat around his fingers.  Her thighs start to shake and quiver and her hand takes a bone-crushing grip on his wrist.  She cries out, a sharp yelp and then a whimper and then her face wrinkles as though she’s in agony.

“Kate?” he asks, going still.  “Are you alright?”

“I…”  She sucks in a breath and then her body seems to melt and relax.  “Yes, I’m alright.”

“You’re not hurt?  You look hurt.”

Her lips curl up slightly and she blinks slowly.  “I’m not hurt at all.”

He eases his hand out from between her legs and finds it’s glistening and sticky with wetness from her.  He studies it.  He can smell her on his fingers, like damp earth, but headier.  The scent of it goes straight to his cock, making him groan.

Katherine reaches down to unbutton his drawers and they make it past his hips, just enough to set his erection free.  He grabs onto his weeping cock, lathers himself with her wetness and his own.  She pushes her bloomers down to her knees and kicks them away and then opens herself to him.  He doesn’t fumble this time, at least not as much.  He watches as he glides into her, astounded that he fits so well, like sliding the most comfortable leather glove in the world onto his hand.

“I feel like you were made for me,” he tells her.

“I was.”  She wraps her legs around his hips and pulls him so deep he doesn’t know where he stops and she begins.

↭

Katherine doesn’t remember falling asleep, but the next time she wakes, she’s alone in Mulder’s bed.  There’s a faint aroma of coffee coming from down the hall and she frantically searches for her nightgown and bloomers that must be somewhere amongst the haphazard bedclothes.  She finds her nightgown, pulls it on, and cautiously tiptoes across the hall to her room to get ready for the day.

Her hair is an unruly mess.  As she multitasks trying to brush her curls into submission and don fresh clothes at the same time, she pauses as she notices a discoloration at the top of her breast in the mirror.  She touches the red-purple blotch lightly.  It doesn’t hurt at all, but it looks almost like a faint burn.  She remembers that Mulder spent a fair amount of time kissing her there and wonders if his mouth somehow left a mark on her.

There’s no time to dwell on it.  It must be late in the morning and she has so many things to do.  Mulder shouldn’t have let her sleep.  She doesn’t even know if the boys have made it back from their night in town yet and how embarrassing if they’re here and she didn’t even have breakfast on the table.

Dressed and hair tamed just enough, she scurries out into the dogtrot and then checks the grandfather clock.  It’s nearly ten in the morning.  She’s mortified.  She hurries into the kitchen and finds it empty, but a pot of coffee is cooling on the table and there are remnants of a recently cooked meal.  The collecting basket is full of eggs, so Mulder must’ve also been out to the chicken coop.

She finds Mulder outside, leading the cows out to the pasture while Queenie nips at the heels of the sheep that run past.  He gives her a wave and a tip of the hat and she lifts her skirts to run out to him.

“You didn’t wake me,” she accuses.

“Was I supposed to?”  He smiles at her over one of the cows and it moos at him as though she’s holding up their progress to the pasture.

“Well, of course. There are chores to do.”

“What chores?  The laundry is done, the dusting is done, the boys won’t be around until later.  It’s Sunday.”

“Yes, but…”

“Alright, next time I’ll wake you so you can invent things to do.”

“I should have at least made your breakfast.”

“I was happy to make my own breakfast.  The coffee wasn’t as good though.”  He smiles at her again over the impatient cow and then pulls off his gloves and tosses them to her.  “You want to be useful, run on ahead and open up that fence so Queenie can get the sheep in.”

Katherine nods and jogs up past the sheep to the fence around the pasture.  She puts Mulder’s gloves on and then pulls one of the posts down and then the other, opening it up so Queenie can lead her charges through to graze.  Mulder soon follows with the cows and finally, the goats that have been dawdling behind and stopping to frolic, come bounding through to join the herd.

Mulder takes the gloves back from Katherine and closes the fence to keep the livestock inside.  He puts his arm around her shoulders as they walk to the stables and she stops him before they get there and stands up on her toes to kiss him.  He adjusts his hat and grins when she pulls away.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” she answers, honestly.  “Because I wanted to.”

He puts his arm around her again, this time around her waist, and she wraps her arms around his middle. They stay like that for some time, holding each other and smiling brightly.  Katherine lays her head on Mulder’s chest and he strokes her hair.  Finally, they break apart and he kisses her once more before he lets her go and they continue to the stables.

He’s mucking stalls and she’s combing horses when he hears someone calling for him.  He pauses with the rake in one hand and she pauses with the currycomb in hers.

“Did that sound like Jimmy to you?” she asks.

“That’s what I thought too.”  

Mulder throws down the rake and runs out of the barn.  Katherine hops down from the stool she’s standing on and drops the comb into a bucket before she rushes after him.  She can see Jimmy coming up the road, riding hard.  His horse is kicking up a cloud of dust behind him and even from so far away, she can see it snorting.  Jimmy woah’s the horse to a stop and it trots in a circle and shakes its head, unable to slow it’s momentum so completely all at once.

“What’s happened?” Mulder asks.  “Where’s Jesse?”

“We were comin’ up over Cactus Pass when we seen a lone horse out yonder and rode up on it.  She ain’t got no brand or nothin’ and was just standin’ all by herself midst of nowhere.”

“Indian pony?” Mulder asks.

“No, don’t reckon that.  No markings at all.  Jesse thinks she might’ve been left by a herd.  She looks likely to drop a foal any day.”

“At this time of year?”

“We give her some oats and water and she was mighty grateful for it.  Jesse’s bringing her in, but coming over slow since she can’t seem to move all that fast.”

“How far do you think he is?”

“Couple miles maybe.  He told me to ride on ahead and let you know he was comin’ just after we crossed Bowman’s Creek.”

“Alright, go get your horse watered.  I’ll tack up Blondie and head out to find them.”

Jimmy clucks at his horse and they ride off towards the stables.  Mulder turns and starts hustling in the same direction and Katherine almost has to run to keep up with him.

“What can I do?” she asks.

“Get fresh hay into the stall next to Blondie.  Move Faithful Jenny onto the other side too.  A pregnant mare will do well to be between two friendly ladies.”

“Should we get someone in to take a look at her?”

“I don’t think Doctor Black deals in livestock and the nearest veterinarian is in Abilene.  Too far to make much of a difference.  Hopefully Melvin will be back soon.  He’s got experience with foaling mares.”

Katherine gets to work on setting up an empty stall for the new horse.  She’s spreading hay when she hears the wagon roll up and she can hear Jimmy outside giving the men the update.  Melvin comes rushing into the stables and immediately starts helping her prepare the stall.

“Mulder said you have experience with foaling mares,” Katherine says.

“I worked at a stud farm for a time,” he answers.  “Mostly grounds work, but I know the signs and I’ve been at a few births.”

“Is there something we can do?”

“They usually just take care of themselves.  We just need to see that she’s comfortable.”

There’s whistling outside and Katherine and Melvin both leave the stables.  The sun is high and Katherine shields her eyes to look towards the road.  Mulder and Jesse are coming up.  Jesse’s on his horse and Mulder is walking beside Blondie and another horse, moving slowly.  Its head is down low as it ambles.  Melvin walks out to greet them and he takes the rope around the new horse’s neck and brings it into the stable and into the fresh stall they’ve just prepared.

Jesse takes care of putting up his horse and Trevor takes Blondie from Mulder.  Mulder stands beside Katherine outside the stall where the new horse is docilely letting Melvin look her over.  She’s snow white with grey spots at her hindquarters and neck.

“What do you think?” Mulder asks.

“I think she’s got a couple weeks left in her yet,” Melvin says.  “Udder’s a bit swollen, but no milk yet.  Don’t seem like the foal’s turnt yet and she ain’t soft yet in the uh...the birthin’ exit.”

“She’s beautiful,” Katherine says.

“What do you want to call her?” Mulder asks.

Katherine thinks on it for a few moments.  “Mary,” she says.

Mulder laughs.  “Well, that definitely is appropriate.  Just please don’t make me name any little colts that might drop, Jesus.”

“I wouldn’t get ahead of things,” Melvin says, frowning as he runs his hand across the horse’s belly.

“Why?” Mulder asks.

“Somethin’ don’t seem quite right, but I can’t say what it is.  Just somethin’ don’t seem quite right.”

Katherine’s stomach sours and she swallows back a bit of bile that rises in her throat.  Mulder turns to her and she turns away.  Her knees begin to shake just a bit as she walks out of the stable.  She feels Mulder’s hand at her back as the sun hits her face and she closes her eyes against it.

“Kate?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” she says.  “Just needed some air is all.  And...it’s about time I get started on noon dinner now that everyone is back home.”

“You want me to help you?”

She shakes her head.  “You go on and help Melvin get Mary settled.”

He gives her a look like he doesn’t quite believe she’s alright and she gives him a small smile and then tips her head up and kisses his jaw.  He bends and kisses her lips lightly and holds her hand even as she walks away.  Their arms extend briefly and then their fingers slip free and her hand swings loosely at her side.  She walks away slowly, keeping a normal pace even as she bites her lip and stomach rolls.  She knows she’s going to be sick, she just needs to make it inside and out of sight before she does.

#i wrote this #broken things #chapter 21 #MSR #AU

[duchessfics]

Hello! Just saw that you're opening up requests for the weekend for Fall themed/Halloween themed drabbles 🎃🍂 Please may I request a drabble with Cordelia where she and reader go on like a pic-nic or something and reader offers her they're coat or something? Just some wholesome autumn vibes 😅 It's okay if you're super busy, please don't feel pressured. I hope you have a good day! 🦇🧡👻

Of course! I hope you’re having a good day too, sweetheart. 💖 Love your fall emojis btw. 😉

“You’re sure you both have the time to go through each contract? i highlighted the points of concern and there’s some other paperwork to do in another pile--”

“Cordelia, I love you, but if you don’t step out of this office I will personally cast you out.” Queenie interjects, placing her hand on the Supreme’s back to gently, but firmly guide her out of her office. She starts to walk, however looks back to Zoe and says, “If you have any questions, let me know and I can come back to help.” The young witch offers her a reassuring smile and replies, “We will. Now go have a good time with your girlfriend. We’ve got everything covered.” And with one more push, Cordelia is out in the hallway and Queenie shuts the door, latching the lock.

Of course she could still step in, but they were right, she had left you out to dry...again. What was supposed to be your first date turned into a day of unexpected paper work. Of course you understood. Cordelia was the supreme--if someone is stuck working it’s her. But after a month of the only “dates” being work dates you deserved better and the blonde witch knew that.

As she steps down the hallway, her heels clicking to announce her presence, a couple students here and there greet Cordelia. She returns a warm greeting, but her eyes are focused on you perched in a chair with your legs curled up under you as you pointedly read a book in the common room. In fact you don’t even notice the blonde until her hands come to rest on the tops of your shoulders.

The unexpected sensation makes you jump and Cordelia rubs your shoulders in a reassuring manner only she is able to do. You relax and she leans close before murmuring so only you can hear, “How about we take a walk? Get some fresh air?” The questions prompt you to look back up at her, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose before you ask, “But--didn’t you have work?” The supreme returns a smile and soothes, “I have some help. And a small break won’t kill me.” You smile, glad you can have some time with her, and reply, “Let me grab my shoes and I’ll be ready.”

The cool autumn wind blows around you and swirls autumn leaves in the air as you both sit on a park bench and share a small lunch. Of course it perfectly blows Cordelia’s golden locks back making her look ethereal. Your heart swells with warmth at the fact that she chooses you to be her partner. And in your admiration of the beautiful woman sitting in front of you, your movements have paused. 

The supreme’s dark brown eyes scan over you and she questions, “Is something wrong? Do I have food on my face?” Her innocent question prompts you to smile, knowing it’s the opposite reason, and you reply, “No, no it’s not that. It’s just...you look so beautiful, Cordelia.” She smiles at your compliment and slightly shakes her head, looking down at her lunch. But in the process you notice her barely shiver at the fresh gust of wind.

So you shrug off your coat. While you do, the blonde looks back up and asks, “What are you doing?” By that point you have the item off and stand up to bring it over while answering, “Giving you something to warm up.” She shakes her head, eyes wide as she goes to protest. But you cut her off with a kiss, tasting the butternut squash soup she has for lunch. And as you pull back you quickly drape the coat over her shoulders before assuring, “It’s no problem. Plus you look cute with it on.” and with a flirty wink you sit back down.

Cordelia pulls the acorn brown coat around her and snuggles in while you begin to eat again. However she pauses and her eyes narrow when she looks to you. 

“Is that my sweatshirt?”

Oops.

You let out a nervous laugh, cheeks warming when you look down and answer, “Um--yes. See I haven’t done laundry yet, and...well...I like the way your clothes smell and feel. Especially on days I can’t see you as much.” 

Cordelia feels another pang of guilt, knowing she’s flaked out on you more than anyone should. But she isn’t going to do that anymore. Queenie and Zoe were right. She did need to leave her office more. The coven is a communal environment. Not a one woman show.

“It looks adorable on you, honey.” Cordelia’s voice prompts you to look back up at her radiant face and you grin, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you ask, “You really think so?” The supreme chuckles and assures, “I know it to be true.” Then she reaches over to take your hand and you let her, automatically intertwining your fingers with her.

“I haven’t been fair to you, y/n.” The supreme says, drawing your attention. And you look to her, opening your mouth to assure her it’s alright. But she squeezes your hand and continues, “From now on I’m going make time for us. I value you and haven’t shown that very well. But I want to take our relationship seriously. So when we get home, how about we make a list of things to do together. Ok, darling?”

You can’t contain your smile at her words, but you look down, the apples of your cheeks rounded in joy as you answer, “Ok.” Then you go to stand up. However, the supreme pauses your movements and says, “Let’s stay here a little longer. Soak up a little more sunshine.” You nod in understanding and say, “Ok.” relaxing against the wooden bench and savoring the warmth of Cordelia’s hand and the sun shining down on you both as the autumnal season fills the air.

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#Katrina Kaif #Instagram #bollywood #bollywood2 #katrinakaifedit #social media #my edit #queenie looking fresh and relaxed

[peachyaone]

Stay with me

"Hey! So i finally thought of one sorry for the wait 😂 but what if the roles were reversed? Like credence is a wizard or whatever and y/n was living with Mary Lou and credence rescues her and helps her? It’s just a thought 🤗"

Hope you enjoy it!😊

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

It was a cold December evening. Not a ray of sun wondered about waiting for the dark clouds to draw a thick grey curtain over its depressing hues. Sharp ice lay where snow could not reach not leaving a fraction of uncovered ground. The cold had already eaten its way into the very core of the young lady huddled in the thin clothes holding a little less than twenty flyers. (Y/N) stood as her body shaking uncomfortably in the cold. The freezing air bit at her flushed cheeks but she lost the feeling in her body some hours ago. She had to hand out all the flyers before coming inside to the cuts and scars reminded her of the horrible beatings she received every single day.

All of the other children had either needn't been given anything to hand out or throw the flyers into the wind letting the brisk breeze carry them far away. To be honest, (Y/N) would've done the same, in fact, watching the pieces of paper fly away far from her trembling hands would've satisfied her but the shouts and screams from the previous children warned her not to even think about it. Only one single flyer had been taken from his cold clutches then tossed to the ground to be trodden on into oblivion. By this rate, she would surely be punished, badly.

Another powerful gust of wind harshly blown against her freezing skin. As much as her body ached in pain, she curled up tighter. The only limb that reminded untucked was her arm. Outstretched, holding a single flyer as it desperately flapped in the wind, prying for release.

A body suddenly collided with hers. (Y/N)'s thin frame and shaking legs caved below her sending him into shards of ice littered across the ground. Her arm took the most of the impact having slammed into the pavement, his hip also bearing the same blunt force. The man who sent him hurdling to the floor paid no notice only muttering 'whore' under his breath and walking onward completely unaffected straightening his expensive winter coat. Mary Lou walked towards her and said, " You're pathetic, you know that! You can't even give these out in time! I'm done with your disobedience. You, are going to give these out and don't think about coming back home tonight, understand?" (Y/N) hesitated. "UNDERSTAND?!" Mary Lou shouted. Passerbys continued walking as if nothing happened. "Yes, M-Ma...." (Y/N) stuttered. Mary Lou stalked away, muttering profanities under her breath.

(Y/N) sobbed, curling into a ball. At this rate, she's not gonna make it through the night. The flyers were dancing in the wind as they blew away by the wind. She flinched when she felt a familiar hand made contact with her ice-cold body. She felt herself being pulled into a warm, strong body. When she looked up, she saw a boy with a noticeably gentle, brown eyes.

"Credence? W-What are you doing here?" She asked him as she watched him took off his blazer and wrapped it around her. He looked down towards her, blushed slightly. Something, she noticed, he always did when he looked at her. He looked at her hands and frowned a bit. "She made you do more, didn't she?" he whispered. She slowly nodded." Uhh... Credence?" she said. "Yeah?" he said. "M-Ma kicked m-me out of the h-house tonight. I w-was wondering... I was..." She trailed off and looked down again as if what she was going to say was shameful. He gave a soft smile in return. "(Y/N), if you want a place to stay for the night you are more than welcome, you know."(Y/N) glanced back up at him again before nodding. "If you wouldn't mind.." He gave a soft chuckle and helped her up, he noticed that she could barely stand up. He placed his arms around her back and around the bend in her knees and lifted her up. (Y/N) lets out a little yelp. (Y/N) looked up at him, and he noticed the faint trace of fear in her eyes. Something was definitely wrong, but he couldn't seem to place what it was.

*time skip to the Goldstein's place cuz he stays there*

"Come on in (Y/N)." She nodded to him and shuffled past him into the doorway. Stopping just enough for him to close the door, but not leaving the entryway. Thank God, they weren't home. "(Y/N)? Do you want to take off your shoes?" She looked at him for a moment and then nodded again.

"Okay." Credence smiled softly at her and moved past her bent form.

"When you're done just wait on the sofa. I'll be right back." He said as he moved from the living room into the small bedroom. Luckily, Queenie has extra pajamas that (Y/N) could borrow, she wouldn't mind, right? When Credences walked back into the living room, with a fresh towel and clothes, He expected to see (Y/N) sitting on the couch. However, he was surprised to see her standing perfectly still in the middle of the room, looking around at the various knick-knacks that adorned the walls and shelves. He watched her for a moment. Fascination overtook as he studied her face. Wide eyes looking around in fascination, a soft blush adorned her cheeks and her (h/c) locks framed her face. (Y/N) really did seem like art in human form. Blinking, he snapped out of my daze and cleared his throat. (Y/N) was startled and he noticed the small flinch she gave before she turned towards me with her head bowed. "(Y/N)? I have some clothes for you, and a towel. Would you like to change?" She nodded to me again and when he walked over she opened her arms shyly to take the objects. Slowly, as to not startle her again, He placed the soft fabric in his hands and took notice of the intense coldness of her fingers. An involuntary shiver made its way down his spine at the contact and he frowned. He knew she was going to be cold but her hands seemed more like ice than anything else.

"Thank you for the clothes... W-where.." He took notice of the slight hiccup in her voice and bit his lip. Something was definitely wrong but he didn't want to scare off the poor girl so soon. "The door on the right at that room. It's kind of small so I'm sorry if it's cramped. You can also take a warm shower if you would like, though Queenie only has some fancy products for soap." The offer was innocent and nothing too extraordinary, and yet as soon as he had finished his sentence (Y/N) met his eyes, a strange mix of tiredness and happiness mixed within them. "I-I.. can?" Smiling, he nodded and moved behind her. He put his hand on her back and gave a slight push towards the door, but instantly removed it noticing the way that she flinched as soon as he made contact.

"Of course (Y/N). Go relax. I'll cook up something food for you to eat, and make you a hot drink. Now go." (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder at him and attempted to give a weak smile before it deteriorated into a frown, and then moved towards the door and disappearing from his sight. As soon as she was gone he went into the kitchen and let a deep frown take over his once light features. It had been a little over an hour since (Y/N) went into the bathroom. The shower had been running for a long while and had just recently stopped. However, now there was nothing but silence in the apartment and a certain unease was making its way into Credence's mind and body. He tried to distract himself by focusing on the soup that he was heating up for (Y/N). Once the soup came to a boil he served up a small bowl and set it on the table next to a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He rested my hand under his chin and looked towards the door, debating whether or not to knock and see if she was doing alright. Just as he was staring intently at the door it swung open and he was left staring (Y/N) dead in the eye. After a brief moment of intense eye contact, he looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Oh. Um here. I made you some stew, and hot chocolate. I thought they would help warm you up a bit.... Is that okay?" He spared another glance over to her and saw her watching him as he pulled out the chair for her. Nodding, he shuffled over to the seat and sat down. "This looks delicious, Credence. Thank you." She said. Her voice was barely above a whisper and as he took a seat next to her and watched her admire the food with a strange sense of awe. "Thank you, (Y/N) for saying it looks good. Now go ahead and try it. I don't want it to get too cold, that kind of ruins the point." She nodded eagerly and grabbed the spoon off the table before carefully taking a sip. She stilled for a moment and a sudden worry overtook Credence that she didn't like the food, but that worry was gone as soon as it came because in an instant (Y/N) had smiled. It wasn't a grin, and the smile was barely noticeable, but it was bigger than anything Credence saw her have before. In the few months that he knew this girl, all those times he had taken those flyers from her, and all those times he had gotten her food she had never looked as grateful as she did now. With abandon, she began eating the soup starting off slow and gaining speed as she continued. Almost as if he hadn't eaten a good meal for awhile. Credence frowned again at the thought as he watched her, but before he could think too much about it she looked up at me sheepishly. "Um... Credence?" he blinked and smiled at her. "Yes?" "D-do... do you.." She bites his lip and looked away from him at this point before taking a breath and looking back up. "Do you have more?" He blinked in confusion for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. "Of course I have more (Y/N)." Taking the bowl from her, Credence went back over to the pot and started dishing up some more food. "Though you don't have to sound so nervous about asking me for seconds you know." He teased her as he resumed my place and gave her some more food.

"Really? Ma.. always says that it's not allowed... so.."The easiness in the room seemed to have vanished as soon as (Y/N) spoke about her so-called mother. "Well in the Goldstein's house, seconds are allowed...." He bit my lip and decided to test the waters with her a little bit as she started eating again. "You act as though she barely feeds you ya know. I mean.. You seem really hungry and that last comment didn't sound all that great, (Y/N)." (Y/N) stiffened and put the spoon down on the table. "It's.. alright. She feeds us... but there's only so much food... and the other children need it.." She opened her mouth to say something else but shut it again before beginning to eat once more. There was now silence in the air and Credence could feel the rage in the room, all of it he assumed coming from him. He didn't know much about (Y/N)'s home life or even about her, but he did manage to figure out one thing on his own. Her "mother" positively hated her. he just wishes he knew how far the woman was willing to go because his worries were beginning to grow more and more the longer he knows (Y/N). Especially ever since he has seen the faint scars on her hands. He sighed and shook his head before getting up.

"Would you like some more, (Y/N)?" he asked softly, keeping his voice soft and light so he wouldn't ruin the peace that seemed to be more or less settled around them. She shook her head and reached across the place setting to get the cup. That's when Credence noticed them. The deep red marks that adorned her arm, the bruising that was only starting to show, and the older scabs that were cracking a little and bleeding. Without thinking, Credence reached forward and grabbed her arm, effectively yanking closer to him and making (Y/N) drop the cup onto the floor where it shattered. "(Y/N)...W-" Before he could manage to get out a word (Y/N) had ripped her arm back from him and held it against her body. The calmness that was once present on her features was gone now and instead full set panic was lacing her features. "I-I'm so-sorry. I-i broke... broke the c-cup." She managed to grit out as she stood from the chair and backed away from him. Blinking, Credence looked down at where the fragments of the cup were scattered about. "Oh.. Okay. It wasn't your fault anyways... um..." He mentally kicked himself for making such a stupid move and causing such a scene. "Um.. why don't you go sit on the couch in the living room? I'll clean this up really quick and be right out." She stood for a moment before all but bolting through the door, and away from the mess. Cursing himself under his breath, he pulled out the wand he had stashed away in his sleeve before utter a small enchantment. Within moments the kitchen was spotless and the once shattered cup was brand new and ready to use. Frowning, He looked at the wand in his hand and decided it would be better to not bring it out quite yet, instead he placed it on the counter under some towels and made his way out into the living room.

The sight before him was both beautiful and heartbreaking. She sat in front of the lit fireplace, and rather than on the sofa, she was sitting neatly on the floor. Her eyes were watching the flames dance, and fear was etched across her features. As if she was dreading whatever was going to happen next. Yet, despite the fear the flames were helping to enhance the natural beauty that was (Y/N). The flames were reflected in her eyes and helped light them in a way Credence can never even dreamed of. They were creating deep shadows that helped define her soft cheeks and jawline. She truly looked ethereal. Slowly, he made his way towards (Y/N). "(Y/N)?" She didn't look at him, but the way her face began tightening and the slight flinch showed that she definitely heard him. "I broke the mug... I-i'm sorry... I- I shouldn't have done that..." Her voice was barely above a whisper and as each syllable left her lips, I could see her eyes watering. "Do... d-do you want me... To leave?" Involuntarily, He answered her. "Oh honey no." Credence sank down onto his knees so that he was eye level with her while cursing himself for letting out such an overly friendly term of endearment. " Why would I want you to leave? You did nothing wrong. I was the one who made you drop the cup, and I was rather rude about grabbing you as well. If anyone should be mad at another you should be mad at me." He told her. It was the truth, but rather than calming him down it just seemed to make things worse for her. "No! I could... I could never be mad at you. Not after all you have done... and.. You're the closest I have to... to a.. f-friend... " Her eyes were getting red and even more watery by this point. "I couldn't be mad at you..." Credence watched her for a moment. He just sat there watching her, wondering so many things. Did she really consider him as a friend? Was she okay? Why does she want to cry? And most of all... How can she look so beautiful even as she's in mid panic? Without him realizing, (Y/N) had slouched down and turned her head towards the floor.

Seeing her in such a position, a position that forces someone to be small made his decision for him. "(Y/N), as your friend... can I ask you something?" There was no verbal reply but he saw the slight nod that she gave and continued. "Does your mother...well. Does she beat you?" At this, she snapped her head up so that with her body still slouched he was looking up at me. This time there was no doubt that there was immense terror in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, yet as she did so nothing came out. She seemed to be in the permanent state of stillness. "She does... she... that's what those marks are... and she does beats you with something right? " Credence tried wracking his brain. Trying to think of all the horrible possibilities, but as he continued to think the sickening feeling in his stomach was growing and he wanted nothing more than to wrap up the girl in front of him in his arms. She once again snapped him out of his depressing thoughts with her voice, raspy from holding back all the tears but only a whisper. "Belt... the belt..." (Y/N) managed to get out. As soon as Credence heard the words, he could almost paint the picture in his head. The gruesomeness of it all had him feeling sick, and just imagining (Y/N) in that position made him worried and sad. Tears had begun streaming down his face and were only brought to his attention when a confused gasp reached his ears. He met (Y/N)'s eyes again and saw confusion mix in with the fear and panic. "Why... why are you c-crying Credence... why?"

"Can... can I touch you" He spoke. meant it as a question, but between his crying and the fear he had for her, it almost sounded like begging to him. It must have sounded the same way to her because she gave a dumbfounded nod and just continued to stare at Credence. Cautiously, he reached his hand forward and cupped her face, running his thumb across her cheek feeling the smooth and cold skin. God, how was she still cold. "You... you don't deserve that. Oh god honey you don't deserve that. Someone as beautiful and kind as you shouldn't be treated so horribly.." he whispered to her. At this point, Credence didn't even know what he was saying. He was simply trying to express to her the way that he saw her, the way that he felt about her. "I wish I could help you. I wish I could stop it. I'm so sorry I can't do more for you, honey." By this point, the tears were blocking his vision and he wiped them away. "Look at me. I shouldn't be the one crying. If anyone should be it's you. I'm sorry, (Y/N)." She pulled her hand away and folded it in her lap, trying to ignore everything he just said and did. However, it seemed that (Y/N) had different ideas. Only a second later Credence felt something cold wrap around his hand. It was (Y/N)'s. She brought his hand back up to her face and leaned into his touch ever so slightly. "Please. Can you.." Just like earlier, she tried to express she wants, yet she couldn't seem to be able to voice them as she wanted. Credence answered her with a nod and brought his other hand up to her arm. Credence glanced at her for any sign of disapproval, but when he saw no change in her demeanor. He raised the sleeve slightly to look at the angry, deep cuts that adorned her, pale arms. Shakily, his hands traced over them, light as a feather so he would not cause her more pain. Eventually, he couldn't stand to look at the marks anymore and turned back his sight to (Y/N)'s face.

She had her eyes closed as she held his hand against her face, and Credence could see her screwing them shut tighter. Trying and nearly failing at keeping the tears from falling. At this point, his hesitation was gone and he brought his free hand to cup the other side of her face, effectively making her open her eyes and look at him. He leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips to her forehead in a feather soft kiss. When he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, Credence knew that she had finally reached her breaking point. Without any words, (Y/N) began crying. Slowly at first with only one or two falling, but gaining speed and in only moments she was sobbing and clutching onto Credence's hand tightly.

Carefully, he removed his hand from his and moved it behind her neck, pulling her down with him until his back was on the floor and she was laying on top of him with her face buried in the crook of his neck. For hours they seemed to stay like that. It wasn't until she had stopped sobbing and was sniffling that she moved, though not by much. She shifted her weight to the side, tangles her legs with his and laid her head on Credence's chest. He preoccupied one of his hands by playing with her hair and the other was holding onto her arm which was draped across his body. "Thank you... Credence.. thank you.." She whispered to him weakly. Her voice was hoarse and had gotten drowsier so Credence knew that at any moment she was going to fall asleep. Pulling one arm away he grabbed a pillow from the couch and laid it under his head before settling back into position. "Always (Y/N). I will always help you. And comfort you... just stay with us, okay? Don't stay with that horrible woman anymore." Credence whispered back as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. She sleepily nodded, he was barely able to make out the faint smile that graced her features before he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest signaling that she finally had fallen asleep. Looking up towards the ceiling he gave him a soft squeeze and closed his eyes. "I love you (Y/N)." And then Credence let sleep take him as well.

*Bonus ending*

"Tina, isn't that (Y/N)?" "Yeah, I think so." "Look how cute they areeeee!" "Queenie, Shhhh! They're asleep!" "Okay, okay, just can I take a picture?" "If you'll give me a copy, sure"

#credence barebone x reader #credence barebone #credence x reader #fantastic beasts #fantastic beast and where to find them #fantastic beast and the crimes of grindlewald #Harry Potter #JK Rowling

[aethelar]

As a comment on this post pointed out a lot of asexual characters are written as being aromantic as well, and since that’s not always the way it goes here’s some asexual Newt.

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“What’s the difference,” Graves asks once, “Between your relationship with me and your relationship with Jacob?”

Newt blinks, nonplussed. “You’re my boyfriend,” he says, hesitantly, as though this were a trick question and there was an answer he was missing. “Jacob’s my friend.”

“You hug him,” Graves says. He passes Newt his tea but when he sits down he does it on the opposite end of the sofa, an empty cushion left between them. His own mug he keeps cradled in his hands. “You talk to him about things that matter to you. You introduce him to all the new creatures. You let him babysit the occamies.”

“Well,” Newt says, because those things are true. “Yes? He’s a good friend.”

Graves nods. He doesn’t look up from his mug and Newt pulls himself in from his untidy sprawl, tucking his feet underneath himself and turning to face Graves more fully.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

Graves hums. “Would you kiss him?” he asks instead of answering, and Newt stares at him and fails to comprehend.

“Would I what?”

“Kiss him. If he wanted you to, would you kiss him?”

“No?” Newt says, bewildered. “He’s got Queenie. I’ve got you. Why would he want me to kiss him? I don’t want to kiss him. What the hell?”

“You don’t want to kiss anyone,” Graves points out, glancing up from his mug just long enough to make eye contact before looking away. “I thought… that’s what you said, isn’t it?”

“I… what? I said I don’t want to have sex with anyone. Because I’m asexual. And that’s what asexual is. How did this go to me wanting to kiss Jacob?” If the last question is plaintive, it’s because Newt is feeling out of his depth. Maybe Graves didn’t know Newt was asexual at first, maybe that’s Newt’s fault for not realising that Graves hadn’t picked up the cautious hints Newt had dropped when they started going out - or maybe it’s nobody’s fault, just a confusion that Newt had agonised over for a long week before blurting it out to Graves and waiting on the edge of panic for his reaction.

I’m sorry, he’d said, miserable and guilty and terrified of losing him. I thought you knew. I didn’t mean to mislead you.

You’re still you, aren’t you? Graves had replied. I still love you.

And Newt had been so relieved. He’d thought they were good. He’d thought he was the luckiest man alive to have Graves and he’d smiled and he’d laughed and he’d kissed him and he doesn’t know what happened between yesterday and today but it feels like it’s falling apart. “Graves,” he pleads. “Tell me. I thought… I thought it was ok.”

“It is ok,” Graves says, and he frowns when he does it. “Do people make you think it itsn’t? It’s no different to being gay or straight. You’re you and that includes being asexual. Of course it’s ok.” He makes a frustrated noise and shifts his mug to one hand to run the other through his hair. “I’m just… trying to understand what it means for us. Why do you kiss me? I know you don’t want to. So why do it?”

“But I do want to. It makes you happy,” Newt says in a small voice. “I like making you happy. I love you.”

Graves’ frown deepens. “Exactly,” he says, something like bitter triumph in his tone. Newt tries hard not to flinch. “You do things you don’t want to do because it makes people happy. The only reason you don’t kiss Jacob is because he doesn’t ask you to.”

“That’s not -”

“Which means,” Graves continues, agitated enough that he’s started gesturing and his coffee comes dangerously close to spilling, “which means that it’s better for you to spend time with Jacob, because he just wants your friendship. When you spend time with me, I have all these other things I want, and you give them to me even when you’d rather I was just a friend, and if I keep accepting them then I’m -” He cuts himself off sharply and takes a deep breath. Newt watches him in mute horror and tries not to cry, all his denials sticking in his throat.

He doesn’t understand how it went so wrong.

“I’m not being a very good friend,” Graves finishes. He looks defeated. His shoulders slump, and Newt leans forwards and wants, desperately, to hug him, but he’s not sure he’s allowed.

“I don’t want you to be my friend,” he says. “I want you to be my boyfriend. Graves, listen to me. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Newt, I can’t,” Graves says. “I’m sorry. I can’t just… stop being attracted to you.”

“I’m not asking you to! Just like I haven’t been asking you not to kiss me, or not to go on dates with me, or - or to break up with me!” He tries to calm himself because Graves is broken and it’s breaking Newt to watch him, but if Graves would just listen -

“If I asked you to have sex with me, would you?”

“Yes!” Newt says, and Graves blanches. He moves the coffee until it’s between them like a shield, shaking his head with his eyes so wide Newt can see the guilt and self recriminations running through his head. He growls, fear turning to hurt turning to anger and crawls across the empty cushion to push the mug aside. “Graves,” he says, then again when Graves tries to back away, “Graves will you let me fucking speak.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Graves says, and Newt restrains himself from snarling that Graves already has.

“Appreciated,” is what he says instead. “I don’t want to hurt you either. I want to make you happy. I want to be with you. I want to be the big spoon. I want to suck your brains out your dick to see the face you make. I want to do a hell of a lot of things to you that I would never dream of doing to anyone else, because I want to, because I love you and it makes me happy when you’re happy. Ok?”

He’s holding Graves’ wrists tight enough by the end that he might be hurting him, and it’s a conscious effort to relax his grip. Graves doesn’t seem to have noticed though, staring at Newt like he’s only just seen him. He’s also blushing. So is Newt. They’ve not progressed beyond kissing yet, he’s not quite sure why he threw in that sentence about the blow job but he is sure that he means it and he isn’t going to take it back.

“But you… don’t… want?” Graves tries.

“I am not sexually attracted to people,” Newt corrects. “I am very attracted to you. Just. Not sexually. If I could give you an orgasm with a full body massage and a gallon of chocolate then I’d want to do those things, because what I want,” and he punctuates that by butting his nose against Graves’, perhaps more aggressively than he meant to, ��is to make you happy. With and without orgasms. Because you’re my boyfriend. Who I love. You idiot.”

“Oh,” Graves says, and now the blush has spread to his ears and Newt is feeling surprisingly ok about life again. “Um, we could. Try? The, um, massage, if you like?”

“Yes,” Newt says. “I like back rubs.” He sits back warily. “Are you going to break up with me again?”

“I don’t want to,” Graves admits. “And so long as you don’t want me to either…?”

“I’ll be sure to let you know,” Newt says dryly, and finally retrieves his tea. He takes a gulping mouthful then makes a face and nearly spits it out. “Graves, this is real milk. Ergh.”

“What? No, I -” Graves buries the rest of his sentence in his coffee and swallows his own mouthful with a pinched expression. “Yuck. Almond. Sorry. I’ll make you a fresh one.”

“I want a biscuit with it!” Newt calls after him as he retreats to the kitchen. “And you have to give me what I want because you’re my boyfriend and you love me!”

Graves scoffs something about not pushing it, Scamander, but Newt recognises that tone of voice and grins in satisfaction. He’ll get a biscuit. He’ll also, as soon as the webpage loads on his phone so he can complete his order, get a bottle of massage oil.

Just, you know. In case he needs it.

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Petrichor

Summary:  Queenie/Jacob; My take on leading up the the bakery scene

He’s cold; it’s the first thing he remembers; then he worriedly conjures the meeting at the bank; how they’d rejected him; that must be why his chest hurts so much. He wonders if something made him happy a moment before; his lips feeling soft and face warmer than it should be. He thought it might have been the rain but then he remembers how he wants to avoid it; how he needs to get out of it suddenly. You’re my friend, there’s no one like you. Jacob isn’t sure when he grew to hate the rain.  It must have been saying goodbye to Newt. It must have been when he had to say goodbye to his grandmother; her funeral gray and dull. It might have been when he said goodbye to Tina. It might have been when he had to say goodbye to his brother, from the war. Whatever makes Jacob resent the water; he knows it makes no difference. He knows the rain doesn’t care for him more than the bankers or president, or workers in the factory. He tries his best to avoid exposure; the less he’s in the rain the less he hates it.

He’s not sure what he hates the most from it; the way it falls soaking his fresh bread to mush; how it’s streaming around him and he has to wait his turn to forget. How it drips down his gutters and pools covering the grates; it draws the stink of the sewer up the memory of calamari and being locked in lingers. Sometimes the scent of the sea settles into the wind and he scratches as his neck; cursing the murtlap and grinning to himself as he gets the name right. He hates how if he stops, and stands in the rain looking up and wiping his eyes he swears he can see pink covering his vision. He still stalls at thicker accents; at blonde hair and office workers in pink. He knows this is bad, wrong, a lie. He knows he shouldn’t have these moments. He allows himself to dream through his creations; through his bakery that he has the funds from. He only tears up when people complement his creations; when the kids giggle and ask for the stories of the creatures. He only tells half truths; never give names. He knows no one is watching him; he knows no one cares for him that way and that makes everything hurt more. There’s loads like me.

He goes about his day in a relieving familiarity; he’s managed to rack up a good wave of returning customers and a steady flow of new ones as well. He still has some of silver from the case in the back; he knows how rare the eggs are; how defensive the babies are. The note said so; he wonders if he’d be able to write the gifter back. Author; his book is probably out. Jacob doesn’t have friends but he tells stories of people who could have been; he tells of the warmth around a dinner table; the same story over and over; his regulars never get tired of it and the new customers always offer him a tip and sad looks. He knows he’ll never get it quite right but he offers apple strudel from a recipe he doesn’t know.

Everyone raves about it and it draws in so many new customers that he hires more staff and spends hours trying to get it right. He has new people to tell the story; the days go by as normal; the days become weeks and Jacob understands that he can’t be part of something that they don’t remember him as part of. Because I like you Jacob, because you’re my friend. He doesn’t wait out by the mail for a book he’s not supposed to know the existence of; he doesn’t look for shimmering occamy’s or massive eurmpets. He never leaves shimmering golden chains or coins in the windows; hoping to catch the eye of a wandering niffler. He refuses to admit his newfound spontaneous bakery treats is not to throw off a demiguise that’s not around. He checks around the rooms for a murtlap; even if he knows nothing about it besides how its bite made him feel.

Jacob gets up, early enough to beat all of his other bakers; to start his work on the strudel; he thinks he might have perfected the recipe finally. He looks out from the window to the lightening sky and let the heartache he feels splatter onto his face as the rain does the same to the sidewalks and window. He continues mixing the dough letting the other staff get the front of the bakery ready; although they leave the counter display to him; once the strudel finishes he places it with the the creatures around it; as if they’re having the meal he always talks about. He places two of the creatures towards each other; an occamy; shimmering sugar colours flickering up on the glass and the frosted niffler he places opposite to lean towards enjoying the company as much as the food. He lets his vision stay on the pastries; unsure why he decides to man the front for the day instead of lurking in the back.

He doesn’t let himself linger on it; the soft noise from the rain is a comfort; and he searches for an umbrella he knows he’ll never find; in case he needs to go outside. He tries his best not to be disappointed with each customer; while he doesn’t let on to them when he returns from the back he can’t help but let his fingers drift to the scar on his neck; it’s not fresh; he shouldn’t be sweating so much but as he looks up to see the woman in pink smiling at him like she’s known him for all his life he relaxes; watching her smile grow even wider. I’m not smart enough to dream this all up.

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The Softest Fire (Part 22)

Prompt: Rosaline Vaughan had it all: fame, money, power, glory, a high status job. Until, one day, she woke up, and realized something was missing from her life.

Word Count: 1837

Warnings: none

Notes: First Fantastic Beast fic! I could NOT have done this at all without @arrow-guy. They have created a counterpart to this fic, writing it from Nora Vaughan’s perspective (Rosaline’s cousin/adopted sister). Fic aesthetic done by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​.

That night, we went forward with our dinner date and I was pleased, to say the least. 

“Nora, Nora, what do I wear?” I asked, fretting. “My god, everything I own is practically rags.”

“Everything you own costs way too much money,” she retorted, sitting on the chair in my bedroom. 

“Precisely. Rags.” I glanced to the clock on wall. “I’ve got three hours. I could always run out to the boutique and grab something. Right? Newt likes blue, right?”

Nora stood up and walked towards me, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Rosaline, breathe.” 

At her words, I complied. I took two deep breaths. “There, now may I resume panicking?”

She laughed. “You do realize panicking is silly, right? Newt is head over heels for you.” 

“But this is… it’s almost like an interview, with someone you already know. You still need to dress the part.” 

She peered at me, her hands on her hips. She sighed. “If you’re really hellbent on it, wear the blue one.” She walked over to my closet and pulled it out. “It makes your eyes sparkle.” 

I gazed at her, my sisterly love brimming the surface. “Thank you.” Quickly, I got a bath, dried off, and got dressed. Nora offered to help me with my hair while I worked on my makeup. Just as 8 o’clock rolled around, I was ready. I was nervous, but ready. 

The knock came at the front door. Nora smiled at me, getting up. “I’ll go let him in, so you can make your grand entrance,” she assured with a smile and head bob.

“Thanks!” 

With that, she was out the door. I could hear voices downstairs, but had no idea what they were saying. Finally, I felt like it was time. I didn’t want to delay this any more. I was more than happy to be with Newt. 

He was in a new suit. I knew this because I often helped Newt pack, and this, this was never a suit I’d seen him wear. It was dark blue, almost the color of my dress, and sharp. For a moment, I wondered if he’d sought the advice of Theseus.

I stood at the top of the stairs,admiring him, not even realizing that I wasn’t moving. 

“Rosaline? Are you, uh, ready to go?” he asked somewhat nervously. 

“Oh, yes! Right, coming.” I trotted down the stairs and met him, staring at him for a long time before finally speaking again. “The creatures--”

“Bunty’s got it under control.”

“And I’m about to go help her,” Nora informed with a slight smile. 

“Thank you, again,” Newt said before all of us slipped outside. Nora locked the door and then we went off in different directions. 

“Have a good time, you two,” Nora called to us. I blushed slightly. 

“We will.”

‘I’ll be sure not to wait up,” she teased, my blush deepening from a faint pink to bright red.

I quickly looked to Newt. “She’s joking,” I assured. 

“Right, yes, I know,” he informed, calming my senses. “I thought I would take you to the new Italian place, is that alright?”

“It’s perfectly fine, Newt,” I assured with a gentle smile. The two of us walked in comfortable silence until we reached the restaurant and got seated at a table. The atmosphere was romantic enough. Quiet, dim lighting, a table by the window.

“This place looks very nice, it’s a great choice,” I complimented. 

He bobbed his head. “Yes. Bunty’s been and she recommended it.”

“If the food is as good as the decor is, I’ll be sure to thank her.”

The two of us smiled at each other before checking the menu, then ordering. 

“How have you been?”

“Since you saw me this morning?” I questioned, a sparkle in my eye.

He bobbed his head to the side, realizing his question was a little silly. “I meant, overall, I suppose.” 

“I’m getting better,” I assured. “But let’s not talk the past. Alright? Any news on another book?” 

“Yes actually. The ministry is discussing an option about funding more research on the creatures.”

“That’s wonderful. I’m so excited for you. You must tell me about it once you get it up and going.”

“I will. Have you heard the new jazz album that released last week? I heard it playing in a record store and thought of you. I know how much you like to dance. I almost thought of buying it but…” 

I bobbed my head. “I would’ve loved that. I don’t think I’ve heard it. You’ll have to find it and play it for me sometime.” 

“I’d like that, very much.”

“Did you get a chance to read the Great Gatsby?” I wondered.

“I have not. Is it good?”

“I enjoyed it. I borrowed a copy from Nora’s store. Perhaps I can let you borrow it.”

“Yes, that would be great.” 

The two of us sat there, an awkward tension settling over the table. “I’m not sure about you, but I’m incredibly nervous,” I admitted finally, leaning over, speaking lowly.

He seemed to visibly relax. “I’m so glad you said that. I was worried it was just me.” 

I shook my head and laughed. “No, absolutely not. I’m all in knots over here. For whatever for, I’m not sure. I know you. We’ve known each other practically all our lives.” 

He agreed. 

“No sense in being awkward now.”

“None at all.” 

“In that case, let’s start fresh, shall we?”

“Yes, please.”

I cleared my throat. “I read in the paper that the Ministry is thinking of giving a small position to someone who can perform divination. What do you think of that?”

“I think it’s…a complex form of magic that takes a special kind of person to use it.” 

I nodded, smiling. “I think so too. Could you ever do it? At Hogwarts, I mean.” 

“Me? No, not really. I think I did once, but it was faint, vague. You?”

“The teacher said I could, but I’m not sure, at the time it all seemed like poppycock, you know? Just a little too… crystal ball for my taste.”

“So you don’t believe in it?”

“I just think I’m not the right person for the job. And if the Ministry is going to hire someone, they better hope they put the right person in charge.” 

“They will, they put you in charge before,” he said with a head bob.

I nodded and our food arrived. We began to eat, and it was some of the best tasting food I had had in some time. As we were halfway through, slowing down consumption, I began talking again, needing to fill the silence.

“So, Nora and Theseus, hmm?” 

“Yes, it’s quite…” 

“Unexpected?”

“A bit,” he agreed with a smile and laugh. “But it also seems to work, surprisingly.” 

“It really does. I know she’s had a thing for him for a long time. It’s good to see they finally got together.” 

“Mm, yes, I agree. She seems rather happy, so does he.”

“So how has he taken Leta’s death?” I inquired, hoping I wasn’t prying. 

“Hard, at first. He really shut down. I couldn’t get him to open up, to move on, to go back to work. It was Nora that did it.”

I nodded, smiling. “She has a way about her, doesn’t she? She could get a mountain to move out of her way if she were hiking.” 

He peered at me. “You can too, you know.” 

I smiled, slightly blushing, when a thought rushed into my head. “Newt…”

“Hmm?”

“May I ask you something, rather, personal?”

“I don’t see why not.” 

“Why… me? I mean, why me over Tina?”

Newt started at me, blinking. I knew this might not have been something he’s addressed on his own, but it was something I had wondered for quite some time. Ever since he told me at the Ministry that he didn’t move forward with Tina, it had burned in my mind and smoldered there. 

When he didn’t speak at first, I was a bit nervous, wondering if maybe he started to realize he had never asked himself that.

“Because you’re very… You never looked down on me, when many of your peers do. When we were at Hogwarts, you treated me better than most. You never seemed annoyed with me. You took to my creatures like they were your own children. You left a job that you thought might compromise your moral character, even if it meant giving up a great salary, notoriety, and everything you had worked for.” 

At this, I smiled warmly. 

“When you told me how you felt at Flamel’s, I didn’t have a time to process how I felt. I knew I loved you but… to learn you loved me too was a lot to take in. I talked with a friend, and I wanted to see if… well if we worked. Queenie once told me I needed a giver, not a taker. I think Leta was a taker.”

“And Tina?” I pressed, not helping myself. 

“She’s a giver but in a different way. Rosaline, you don’t do anything rash. Every decision is calculated, thought out. I very much admire that about you. You have more courage than anyone I’ve ever seen. But Tina… Well it hurt my feelings to know that she took one look at the newspaper and just assumed I was with Leta. Instead of writing me, she just abandoned our friendship, what we were building. And with you, I know you’d never do that.” 

“I did think it was rather silly to just leave what you two had based on a photograph,” I agreed lightly, trying not to be too hateful about Tina. 

“But most importantly, I chose you because of the way I feel when I’m with you. I feel… confident, proud, smart.” 

“You are all those things,” I encouraged with a small laugh.

“You’ve always been there for me. Even when I was chasing Tina, and I didn’t realize how you felt, you didn’t abandon me. I’m sure it was hard, being around me while I talked about her. I know it was hard while you were with… Well you know, and I wasn’t even around you. I can’t imagine working daily with someone you love who loves someone else. Tina couldn’t even stand it an ocean away and just went looking for someone else. But you held out.” He bit his lip in thought. “I think that’s why I also waited for you. You waited for me, with no guarantee you would ever… be with me. I felt I owed you that as well.”

“Newt, you don’t owe me anything. Love or not. You should follow your heart. Always do what’s best for you,”  I encouraged, reaching across and laying my hand on his. As much as it would kill me to see him choose Tina or anyone else for that matter, his happiness is all I ever want. 

“I am,” he assured with a dazzling smile.

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[its-me-im-coraline]

Never Ending // Damiano David

words // around 1400

warnings // angst and it's not proofread very well

pairing // Damiano x GN!Reader, and some EthanxDamiano Bromance

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. FINALLY I POSTED AGAIN OMG!!!!!

request // yes but II could not find the exact one so this is out of memory

summary // Damiano and reader had been together for some time when they realised their relationship is not going very well. A break up was the best idea at the time, but a while later it gets revealed that it’s not.

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It was almost a mutual decision for them to break up. Almost.

The last few months of the relationship had been painful on both of them, but while Damiano was still hopeful that things would look up soon, Y/N was finding it difficult to hold on. The distance and friction had weighed down on his lover significantly, making it hard to get up in the morning, making it a struggle to ever go back home, knowing that the most probable scenario was fighting and sleeping on different sides of the bed. Y/N could not take it anymore, something had to be done.

That night was fateful for the pair. Damiano could still recall all the crying, from both sides, and the yelling, the pleads, oh the pleads! For the first time in his life, the man was pleading, practically on his knees, for some more time. He was persuaded that if they gave it a bit more time it would work out, it always did. He asked time and time again for his love to give them another chance, but, after hearing their struggle and the pain in their voice, he could not deny that the relationship was making his person whither in front of his eyes; and he couldn’t put the person he loves most through so much pain because he did not have the strength to let go, because he was being selfish.

Since the break up Damiano got isolated, struggling to get out of bed, only ever writing lyrics and throwing them away. Sometimes he would cry, but mostly he would smoke. That was his routine for days. His friends had gotten worried, trying to call him and pull him out of that damned room but it did not seem possible. Nothing would work, no food, no drinks, no parties were tempting enough to get him outside. Ethan, being the one to see Damiano most often, could not stand seeing this unfold in front of his eyes and do nothing.

“Damiano!” Ethan’s voice boomed through the apartment, catching Damiano’s attention.

“No,” he called back, his face deep in the pillow, “get out.”

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. Both the man that was currently drowning his emotions in the soft pillow of his bed - oh and how it smelled like them, but also his very own friends. Ethan could feel his heart sink every time he visited.

He had begun doing that since the first few days of the break up. Damiano had rushed to Ethan first, crashing in his couch, sobbing in his friends arms. Seeing the frontman self distract day by day worried him and he simply had to do something before he lost his friend in this mess.

“I’m going nowhere, Dami. Not without you. Get up, we have places to go to. Dress nice.” The determination in his voice and the look he gave the lying man left no place for argument. The singer had to get up, and he had to dress nice.

Thus, he did just that, and in all honesty he enjoyed it. The cool water on his face when he finally washed it after days, or the warm water on his body as he showered - he could feel the knots in his back resolving, calming down the physical pain his heartbreak brought. He felt nicer when he shaved his face, being able to smell his own cologne and aftershave made him feel a bit relaxed. Finally getting into some fresh clothes was possibly the best feeling out of all, like the cherry on top.

He never learned where they were going, until they were already there, and that was possibly the last place he wanted to be in. A party was the last thing he needed, but now it was too late. “Ethan-”

“No, Damiano! Enough! I let you grieve this relationship for far too long. You can not be doing this any more. You have to let go.”

No words, no breath. Nothing could come out of Damiano’s lips but a sigh of defeat. Ethan was right, and both of the men knew it - hell, everyone that saw him knew that.

Inside the house the music was deafening, some random radio pop song was blasted through some surprisingly big speakers, the alcohol was plenty - almost never ending, and the snacks seemed to be greatly appreciated. For the first time in a while, Damiano thought he had a chance to let them go. Alas, fate was not on his side tonight. Within his vicinity was the one person he could not face; Y/N. They were wearing that outfit he loved, the one that made him look at them with googly eyes. They looked beautiful, like a nymph, all dressed up in magic.

The day dream was cut short as Leo approached the two men. Small talk ensued, but nothing too much, he could tolerate that. Mindless things, words about drinks, it was all alright. Until Leo spoke for the last time, “it must be hard that Y/N’s here, man. Sorry for that. I didn’t know. I should have ne-”

“Leo, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known, and I am fine.” His lips said that, but he was now not sure he meant it, while sitting on one of the houses balcony, cigarette in one hand and the ring in the other, the only place where he could take his mind off. So many thoughts went through his head. There was the sadness and the anger. Things were just about to be better, he was planning on making it better. He had already bought an engage-

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” The door took him out of his thoughts, just now making him realise he had tears in his eyes. Quickly he dried them while hidding away the ring, turning around to see the face behind the voice.

“It’s ok- Y/N?”

“Da-damiano? Uhm, hi. Sorry, I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no! Sit! It’s ok. I know parties can get you overwhelmed… It’s ok.”

Neither of the two knew what to say for a second, they only embraced the silence that fell, as if nothing changed, as if they were still together and enjoying each other’s company with no words needed. Damiano was in the corner of the small balcony, leaning on the bars and looking at the restrained view he could get from the house, the cigarette lit up in his hand as he took puffs from it. He was dying inside just like that, his fingers were grazing the ring in his pocket. He could not get rid of it, he could not move without the only good reminder of what he used to have. It was bittersweet; pain and comfort in one little piece of metal and a stone.

Y/N on the other hand was standing by the balcony door, leaning on the sides of it. They were looking at the city lights, moving or not, but it did not calm their mind, that was running with no break. It was all thoughts of the man sitting not even two meters away. It would be a big lie to say that they did not think about him often since the break up - if anything they thought of him more now, regretting every word that came out that night.

Before either of the two could register what was happening Y/N had started crying, silently at first, but the more thoughts they got, the more their body responded with sobs. The sound was heart-shattering, almost like knives, painful enough to make Damiano scared to turn around.

“I should have never done that,” they mumbled, “I-I… I should have never broken up with you, Damiano. Oh god- I haven’t stopped thinking of that-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” the man whispered, quick to move to his feet and embrace his former lover. Oh how he missed this feeling. “I’ve got you,” he continued.

The next few minutes were spent like that: the two embracing each other, Y/N sobbing in the arms of the man they so much desired, incohorable sorrys and such escaping their lips. Damiano would say nothing but quietly shush them, stroking their back softly, until they finally quieted down. His cigarette was long forgotten on the ashtray, all of him being focused on Y/N.

“I am sorry, Damiano… I- I hurt you. A lot.”

“It’s ok-”

“No it’s not! You were doing your best to keep this relationship alive, and I? Well, I gave up," they huffed, arms wrapped around themselves as shivers run down their spine from the current emotions.

“You were in pain, my love. You were struggling. It’s understandable. It’s ok."

"You can love me again? After all that" Y/N asked, almost shocked at the possibility of a positive answer.

"Who said I ever stopped?"

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