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the-al-chemist · 2 years

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Artemis Hexley and the Circle of Khanna

Chapter 8: Darkness Falls

A/N: this chapter was originally titled “The Arrival of the Dementors”, but was retitled during the editing phase. Why? Because things are about to get a whole lot darker, that’s why. This chapter took me around a week and approximately three mental breakdowns to write, and those of you who know what’s coming will know why. For those of you who don’t, this chapter contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the HPHM game, specifically for Y6C18. I will probably write more coherent notes later.

Warnings: mild language, violence, major character death, SPOILERS for HPHM gameplay. Proceed with caution.

Artemis was not sure what extra measures the headmaster planned to put into place as the result of her and Beatrice’s encounter with Rakepick at the Black Lake, but it didn’t take long for her to find out. After dinner that evening, Professor Dumbledore stood up from the teachers’ table and made his way to the front of the daïs. The usual chatter of the Great Hall faded to a hushed quiet.

“I do hope that you will excuse my interruption to your evenings,” Professor Dumbledore announced. “However, in light of recent events, it is my unfortunate duty to make you all aware of some changes to our school rules.

“Firstly, from tomorrow evening onwards, after hours will begin immediately after dinner. Any clubs or societies which have meetings during the new after hours times will need to have these meetings supervised by members of staff. In addition to this, teachers will be escorting their students to and from any outdoor lessons, and no students will be permitted outside of the castle walls unless accompanied by a teacher or member of staff. All parcels arriving to the school will be inspected.”

“That’s a bit extreme,” Tonks muttered, her lime green eyebrows raised. “Is this all to do with Rakepick, do you think?”

“Or the statue curse, maybe,” Penny whispered in response.

“Nah. Corey was found inside the castle, not on the grounds. It’s got to be Rakepick.”

“I am sure that many of you will see these new rules as an inconvenience,” Professor Dumbledore continued. “I assure you that they have been put in place for a good reason. Patricia Rakepick was seen trespassing on schoolgrounds last night-”

“What?”

“Told you so,” said Tonks. “What could be more dangerous than an evil psychopath who knows her way around the school?”

“- and although there will be Aurors posted in Hogsmeade to keep watch on the school, they will not be the only individuals monitoring the boundaries of the grounds. Until Madam Rakepick has been captured, Hogwarts shall play host to the Dementors of Azkaban prison.”

At Dumbledore’s words, whispers began to echo across the Great Hall.

“Dementors? Here, at Hogwarts?”

“What are Dementors?

“They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban.”

“I heard that Dementors suck the warmth and light out of everything.”

“I heard they suck out people’s souls!”

Dumbledore waited a few moments for the murmurs to quieten down before continuing.

“The Dementors will be present in low numbers, and I am assured that they will not stray close to the school, however, I must insist that all students abide by the new rules which will keep them well out of the Dementors’ way,” his voice had grown a lot sterner than usual. “Dementors are blind. They will not be able to tell the difference between someone who is innocent or guilty.”

And nor would they care, his eyes seemed to say. Artemis frowned. Jacob was also monitoring the borders of the school grounds. Would he know to be careful of the Dementors? Was there any way of getting a message to him in order to warn him about them?

As the students started to meander out of the Great Hall to their dormitories, the whispers continued. Artemis wasn’t sure, but she could have sworn that several suspicious looks were thrown her way.

“I knew teaching myself the Patronus charm would be useful,” said Tonks. “At least I’ll know what to do if the Dementors get too close to me.”

“I don’t think you should be doing anything that will take you anywhere near the Dementors. They sound awful,” Penny shuddered. “I just can’t believe that Rakepick was on school grounds last night.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t have gone out after dark, Artemis,” said Rowan, tutting loudly. “You could’ve walked straight into her.”

Artemis said nothing. She didn’t want to lie to Rowan, but she couldn’t betray Beatrice’s trust by saying what had happened in front of Penny. She caught Chiara’s eye across the table, before shrugging and excusing herself to go down to the kitchens for detention.

Beatrice and Artemis were not alone in detention that evening; very shortly after they arrived in the kitchens they were joined by Jae Kim, who looked less cheerful than usual.

“What’s bothering you?” Artemis asked him. “Dementors or dishes?”

“Both,” was Jae’s wry reply. He looked down at Beatrice, who was watching him over the top of the large saucepan she was cleaning. “Who’s this?”

“I’m Bea.”

“Penny’s sister,” Artemis explained.

“Right. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Bea.”

“You too.”

“Sorry you’re in for a dull evening. You know, detention’s a lot more fun before dinner,” Jae grinned, and Beatrice’s cheeks turned pink as she giggled into her saucepan. Jae turned back to Artemis. “Can’t say that I’m too thrilled about the dementors, either. I’ve got a business to run, after all.”

Artemis nodded, though in truth she wasn’t too sure that she would go so far as to call Jae’s smuggling and sales ventures a business.

“I’m guessing the Dementors being here is going to make it much harder for you to smuggle things into the castle from Hogsmeade.”

“Definitely, and the parcels being intercepted isn’t going to help. And with Christmas coming up, too…” Jae’s voice tailed off, but he shook his head and grinned. “Ah, well. There’s always other ways of getting things in and out of the castle.”

Artemis tilted her head to one side. “Such as?”

“I can’t tell you the tricks of my trade, Hex.”

“Of course you can. We won’t tell anyone, will we, Bea?”

Beatrice squeaked and shook her head. As she made eye contact with Jae once more, her face flushed, and she quickly looked away again.

“See?” Artemis grinned. “Your secrets are safe with us.”

“Okay, okay,” Jae looked around and lowered his voice so that only Artemis could hear him. “You’ve been inside the room Ben found in our first year? The room where all the lost artefacts are?”

“The Come-and-Go Room, yeah.”

“Right, so you know the big cupboard in there? It’s black and three-sided.”

Artemis nodded. In her second year, whilst looking for Ben Copper, she had found a mysterious letter inside the cupboard. The letter had been the key to finding Ben, and later, the Cursed Vaults.

“It’s a Vanishing Cabinet. One of a pair. The other is inside Borgin and Burke’s, the shop in Diagon Alley. All I have to do is write to old Borgin, tell him what I need, and he sources it for me. Works a treat, I’m telling you.”

Jae returned to polishing the silverware, a sly and smug smile playing on his face. Artemis frowned.

“How did you find out about that?”

“Remember old Professor Topsy? I heard him mumbling about it when he was drunk one time,” Jae stopped polishing and looked at Artemis with a quizzical expression. “Hang on. I thought you knew this already.”

“No. It’s news to me,” Artemis shrugged, and Jae looked even more confused.

“How odd. I swear I remember Topsy saying that you had used the cabinet as well.”

“Me?”

“It’s not like there’s any other Hexleys at this school, is it?”

Artemis’ eyes widened, realising exactly how Jae had managed to get his lines crossed. If anyone was going to uncover the secrets of Hogwarts and use them to their advantage, it would be Jacob Hexley.

After detention had ended, she escorted Bea back to the Common Room, before changing into her animagus form and running, cat-shaped, up to the seventh floor of the castle. She paced back and forth in front of the tapestry of the ballet-dancing trolls until a door appeared in the wall.

The Room of Lost Things appeared completely unchanged from the previous times Artemis had been there, and the three-sided cabinet did not look as if it had been tampered with. Unsure what she was expecting to find inside, Artemis opened the vanishing cabinet and her lips parted slightly.

Lying inside was a single black quill.

“Reparifarge,” Artemis whispered, bending down to pick up the quill, which had now turned into a scroll of parchment. She untied it, and rolled it open to read what was written inside.

I’m sorry about what happened at the lake, but I am relieved that you are safe, and that I managed to see to Rakepick at last. I need to talk to you about her - about all of this - but doing so in a letter is too risky. I know that Dumbledore will be putting new restrictions in place to make the school safer, but is there any way you can meet me in the clearing near the Forest Vault one night this week? Write back to let me know when. And it might be dangerous, so don’t go alone - make sure to bring a friend. Someone you know you can really trust. Love, Jacob.

In just over five years at Hogwarts, Artemis had gained several trusted friends. She could have asked any one of the girls in her dormitory to accompany her to meet Jacob, but doing so would mean telling them about her meeting with Rakepick at the lakeshore. Not only that, but none of Rowan, Penny, and Tonks had been with Artemis when Rakepick had turned on her inside the Buried Vault. Jacob didn’t know them, Rakepick didn’t know how much they knew, and besides, wouldn’t them knowing more make them less safe in the long run?

No, it was better to take someone who was already on Rakepick’s radar, just in case. Bill would have been the obvious choice, of course, but he had been on a Curse-Breaking placement in Egypt since the start of November, and wasn’t due back until Christmas. She couldn’t wait that long. Still, that didn’t matter; she was certain that Charlie would agree to accompany her in Bill’s stead, she trusted him completely, and he knew the forest better than anyone. She would ask Charlie. It made perfect sense.

But when she took her usual place at Charlie’s side in Care of Magical Creatures, the words wouldn’t come. For some reason, she found herself doubting whether it was such a good idea for Charlie to come with her. After all, she knew how much pressure he was under, and how badly the stress was affecting him. And he was moving to Romania soon; she didn’t want to make things worse for him now. Not to mention that the last time they had spoken about Rakepick, they’d had that awful argument. No, it was better to keep him out of this.

That left Artemis with only two options. There was Ben, who had once been one of Artemis’ closest friends, but who had changed so much that she barely felt as if she knew him anymore; and Merula, who had never really been Artemis’ friend at all. Still, that didn’t mean that she didn’t trust either of them. On the contrary, in Ben’s newfound determination to be braver, he had sworn to Artemis that he would protect her, and Merula was still so angry with Rakepick that Artemis was certain that she would be good in a fight if necessary. Both of them were worth asking, at least.

She wasn’t certain that either Ben or Merula would agree to her request, but as luck would have it, they both wanted to go with her.

“Even though it means flying? And the dark? And maybe even Dementors?”

“Of course, Artemis,” Ben replied. “Those things don’t scare me.”

“Do you know how to cast a Patronus charm?” Artemis asked him. Ben shook his head, just as Merula had done on the way back from Care of Magical Creatures. “That’s fine. I can teach it to both of you. Will you meet me in the Room of Lost things tomorrow morning?”

It turned out that teaching the Patronus Charm was even harder than casting it. After a full hour, Ben had only managed to produce a small silvery-white shield, and Merula nothing at all.

“It has to be something really happy, Merula,” Artemis told her. “You’ve got to have some memory that makes you smile.”

“Sod off, Hexley,” Merula muttered, the tiny wisp of white disappearing from her wand almost the second It had appeared. “I don’t know why we have to do this anyway. Dumbledore said there’s hardly any Dementors out there, and you know how to produce a Patronus. We can just use yours if needs be.”

“I just thought more Patronuses would be better,” sighed Artemis. “Oh, well. You’re right. I’ll see you both tonight.”

Artemis heard the door shut behind her as she quickly scribbled a note to Jacob to confirm their meeting, what time she would be there, and who she was bringing. She transfigured it into a black quill, and placed it inside the vanishing cabinet. She turned to leave, and exhaled sharply.

“For Merlin’s sake, Merula,” she said, seeing that Merula had been standing right behind her. “I thought you’d left already. Why are you still here?”

“Liz said that your Patronus isn’t just a shield,” Merula replied quietly. “She saw you cast it in your Dark Arts O.W.L. last summer. She said it’s an animal.”

“It’s a cheetah, yeah.”

“Can I see it?”

Artemis shrugged and pulled her wand out of her pocket. She concentrated hard on the memory of her friends sitting by the campfire at the Burrow, and cast the spell. Her cheetah Patronus padded across the room towards Merula, and stood a couple of feet away from her, blinking slowly. Merula turned her face to Artemis, and said:

“I want one.”

“Like I said, you need a really happy memory. The happiest one you have. Once you’ve gotten used to the spell a bit, it becomes a bit easier, but at first it has to be something really special.”

Merula nodded, and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, and raised her wand.

“Expecto patronum!”

At first nothing happened, but then, something small and silver burst out from the tip of Merula’s wand and fluttered up towards the ceiling. It looked like it might be a bird of some kind, but before Artemis could try and tell what type of bird exactly, Merula let out a gasp of surprise, and her Patronus disappeared.

“You did it!” Artemis smiled. “Try it again.”

Merula did so, but this time no Patronus-bird appeared. Still, she was able to produce a decent-sized shield, much better than Ben had achieved.

“Keep practising. You’ll do it again eventually,” Artemis told her. She bit her lip to stop herself from asking any prying questions, but her curiosity got the better of her. “What memory were you using?”

She wasn’t really expecting Merula to answer, but she did.

“My mum,” Merula whispered, looking at the spot where her bird Patronus had disappeared into thin air. “Just sitting with me and singing. She used to sing to me all the time. It was just something she did. It’s not like you said.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you wanted some big special memory. This one isn’t big or special at all, it’s a silly little memory, really.”

“Whatever works, I guess.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

With that Merula turned and left the Come-and-Go Room. Artemis watched her leave, and decided to cast the Patronus charm one last time before she followed her back out into the corridor.

As the strong lithe body of her cheetah Patronus darted around the room, Artemis smiled to herself. She was ready.

Under the cover of the dark December night, Artemis, Merula, and Ben flew to the Forbidden Forest. The flight path to the the forest clearing was in clear view of the castle, but ever since the Dementors had arrived on the grounds, a thick and cold fog had been lingering in the air, meaning that the three of them were well hidden. No one would be able to tell that they had gone.

“Are you okay, Ben?” Artemis called out through the darkness. Ben had never been a confident flier, and she knew how difficult flying to the Forbidden Forest could be, especially with poor visibility.

“I’m not scared, Artemis,” was the only reply that came back. Artemis couldn’t see Ben’s face well enough to tell if he was lying or not.

“Speak for yourself,” a higher pitched, scathing voice - Merula’s voice - said from Artemis’ left. “Did you really have to choose the middle of the night for this?”

“It’s dark in the forest in the daytime, too,” Artemis reasoned. “But thank you both for coming with me. I didn’t want to put anyone else in danger-”

“But you were fine with us getting hurt? Wow, Hexley, I’m so touched.”

“That’s not what I meant, Merula. I just mean that I want to keep as many people out of this mess as possible, that’s all. You guys are already involved, and it means a lot that you are okay to get even more involved. Especially because we’ve never been close, Merula, and with how scared you used to be of the Vaults, Ben.”

There was no reply from either of Artemis’ companions.

“So, yeah,” said Artemis, with a shrug that no one could see. “Thanks.”

The clearing was approaching. Artemis lit her wand, and got Merula and Ben to do the same. She led the pair of them into a gentle dive, and they landed on the forest floor unscathed.

As Artemis had predicted, it was even darker inside the Forbidden Forest as it was flying over it. They kept their wands lit.

“What time should your brother be arriving?”

Artemis checked her watch - the one that had previously belonged to Jacob. “Any time now. We aren’t early or anything.”

Merula made a noncommittal noise, and wandered around the clearing, shining her light around.

“Hexley, what’s this?” she asked, looking down at the base of a tree stump.

Artemis and Ben joined Merula, and looked down at what she’d found lying among the scattered leaves and frost. It was a jewelled necklace, lying on a soft silk cloth. The necklace looked vaguely familiar from somewhere, Artemis just wasn’t sure.

“Wait, no!” she exclaimed, as Ben bent down to pick it up. “Don’t touch it!”

Merula frowned and picked up a stick, dangling the necklace on the end of it as she examined the jewels in the light of her wand.

“You’re, right,” she murmured. “Isn’t this the cursed necklace from Borgin and Burke’s?”

“They said in the Prophet that Rakepick was captured in there,” Artemis nodded. “This must have been what she was buying.”

“But if Rakepick was here…”

A sudden chill came over Artemis as she realised what Merula was saying, and she shuddered. The cold feeling grew stronger, and as she opened her mouth to respond, she started to feel lost and completely helpless. All the while, the mist hanging over the forest was starting to furl in the clearing, winding out through the air. The frost layer over the ground and trees grew thicker, and Artemis’ sense of dread deepened further as a dark cloaked figure floated out from between the trees.

“It’s a Dementor,” Ben said. “Expecto patronum!”

He cast his tiny shield Patronus, and after a couple of attempts, Merula did the same. Artemis whipped out her own wand, and tried to think of a happy memory, any happy memory at all.

But her mind drew a blank. The closer the Dementor floated towards them from the trees, the less happiness she could find within her. The darkness, the cold, and the fog were no longer just lingering in the night air, they had taken over her very being. All her memories, the happy ones at least, had deserted her.

“Expecto patronum,” she said, desperately aiming her wand at the advancing Dementor. “Expecto patronum!”

There was a burst of light, and something bright and silvery white leapt out in front of Artemis, blocking the Dementor’s path. It was large, muscled, and cat-like, and as its hackles raised, the Dementor backed away from it. For a moment, Artemis’ heart seemed to lift just a little; her cheetah Patronus was there for her at last. But it wasn’t her cheetah Patronus at all; it couldn't be, for this Patronus wasn’t spotted.

The lioness Patronus pushed off the ground and pounced at the Dementor. Both Patronus and Dementor disappeared into the trees, and the fog in the clearing lifted. The air seemed less cold, and everything felt less hopeless, somehow.

For a moment, at least.

A soft chuckle behind her drew Artemis’ attention away from the lioness Patronus, and she turned around to see who had cast it. At the sight of her saviour, she felt her heart drop like a stone.

Artemis backed away from Rakepick, instinctively raising her wand and putting herself between her former teacher and her friends.

“Miss Hexley,” Rakepick smirked, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “What fortunate timing we both have.”

“Get back,” Artemis said, pointing her wand at Rakepick. “Get away from us, or I’ll curse you.”

“As always, Artemis, I find myself displeased with your way of showing gratitude. That’s not quite the way to speak to the person who has come to your rescue, yet again…”

“I didn’t need you to come to my rescue!” Artemis snapped, and Rakepick chuckled; a low, sinister sound that made Artemis’ pulse race. “Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, Artemis,” said Rakepick. “How little you know.”

Artemis glowered at Rakepick, who regarded her like a fox playing with its prey.

“I must say,” she continued, a condescending smirk playing on her lips, “your choice in companions is most disappointing. It’s almost as if you don’t care for your own life at all.”

“Shut up,” Merula’s voice, shaking with anger, called out from behind Artemis. Rakepick’s twisted smile grew wider.

“Now, now, Miss Snyde. Don’t you start losing your temper. I would hate to have to hurt you again.”

“I’ll hurt you first, you bitch!”

“Merula, no!” Artemis turned and shouted to her, but it was too late. Merula volleyed a jet of bright red light at Rakepick, who deflected the spell easily, and aimed one back at Merula.

Rakepick’s curse lifted Merula into the air and propelled her backwards, throwing her across the clearing to land forcefully against the trunk of a tree.

“MERULA!”

Artemis’ instinct was to run to Merula’s side, to check that she was okay, but doing so meant turning her back on Rakepick. Keeping her wand pointed at her former mentor, she cast a look over her shoulder. It was impossible to tell how badly she was hurt, but she wasn’t moving. Rakepick tilted her head, as if she were intrigued to see what she would do next.

“Go to her,” Ben muttered, almost inaudibly. “I can hold back Rakepick.”

“But-”

“She’s hurt. Just go!”

Artemis took one look back at Rakepick, before swooping her wand down in an arc in front of her, casting a shield charm over herself and Ben before running to Merula and crouching down beside her. Merula was stirring, not quite fully conscious. She must have hit her head as she landed. Remembering what she had seen Madam Pomfrey do to injured Quidditch players, Artemis lit her wand and shone it into Merula’s eyes, not really sure what the action was meant to achieve.

“Ow! Get lost, Hexley,” Merula told her, her voice slurring slightly.

Behind them, Ben was battling Rakepick, the bright flashes and beams of light of various curses lighting the night air. With Merula awake, Artemis turned back to see Ben fighting harder than she had ever seen him before, his face grim, his spells fast and powerful.

But he was no match for Rakepick, who was merely deflecting each jet of light he threw at her with a wave of her wand, and Artemis could see that Ben was growing tired, his footwork clumsy, his arm movements less precise. She raised her own wand once more, and as she did, Rakepick caught her eye.

Rakepick held Artemis’ gaze as she pointed her wand directly at Ben and spoke clearly, her voice completely level:

“Avada kedavra.”

Artemis’ heart skipped a beat. It had been Rakepick herself who had taught her about the Unforgiveable Curses, and she had just hurled one of the worst of them all at Ben: the Killing Curse. Without even stopping to think, Artemis leapt to her feet, and time seemed to slow down as the jet of bright green light neared Ben…

“NO!”

Artemis wasn’t sure who had shouted. Was it her? Was it Merula? Or was it someone else altogether, because another person had just entered the fray, running out of the shadows between the trees, her raven hair flying behind her as she ran towards Ben, the moonlight and green glow of the curse reflecting on the silver frames of her glasses.

Rowan was running faster than Artemis had ever seen her move, her long legs carrying her across the forest clearing just as fast as Rakepick’s spell. As the curse reached Ben, she jumped onto him, and the light of the spell disappeared with a bright flash, as both Ben and Rowan fell to the ground.

“Rowan!” Artemis found herself screaming. “Ben!”

Somehow, Artemis’ legs managed to carry her back across the clearing, though her body was shaking and there was bile rising from her stomach. She collapsed to the forest floor beside them, just as Ben managed to raise himself up into a seated position. He was shaking even more than Artemis.

“I…” he made a strange noise and drew a trembly breath. “I’m… alive.”

Beside him, Rowan had yet to rise up. Artemis reached out to her, and touched her upper arm. She didn’t move; she was unconscious, like Merula had been.

“Rowan,” Artemis whispered, squeezing her gently. “Rowan, wake up.”

Rowan didn’t move. Artemis squeezed harder, and shook her arm a little.

“Come on, Ro. You need to wake up.”

“Artemis,” she heard Ben breathe behind her. “Artemis…”

“Wake up,” Artemis said again. Rowan didn’t even blink. Shivering more than ever, Artemis pointed her wand at her best friend. “Finite incantatum.”

Nothing happened. Artemis tried again.

“Rennervate.”

Still nothing. A pair of hands placed themselves on Artemis’ shoulders, though she barely noticed them. Every part of her brain was taken up with thoughts of Rowan, and why wouldn’t she wake up?

“She isn’t going to wake up. She’s-”

“No,” Artemis shook her head. “No, she will wake up. Rennervate.”

“Hexley, stop.”

“F-finite incantatem. Finite. Ren-rennervate. Rennervate!”

The hands on Artemis’ shoulders wrapped around her torso, pulling her back from Rowan, still motionless on the leaf-strewn ground. Artemis fought against them, and the voice - Merula’s voice - whispered in her ear again.

“She’s gone, Artemis.”

Artemis ripped herself free of Merula’s grip, and cradled Rowan in her arms, still not able to believe what Merula was telling her. But behind her, she could hear Ben crying, and in front of her, Rowan still wasn’t moving, and her eyes were open and unblinking, and though Artemis held her close, she couldn’t feel her heart beating…

“She’s gone.”

#artemis hexley #hogwarts mystery #hphm fic #hphm #merula snyde #ben copper #patricia rakepick #rowan khanna #nymphadora tonks #penny haywood #jae kim #beatrice haywood

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Sorry for being gone for so long

If you watch me on my DeviantArt account you’ll know what's up, so I'll just copy and paste some info from there So yeah, I apologize for my lack of activity I am just really honestly overwhelmed, but I do appreciate to all those who have reached out, all your words do mean a lot to me I just feel terrible that I haven't been any to have the energy to respond to all of you. And it's hard for me to explain what's going on, I don't like to bother people, and I don't necessarily like to repeat the same things over again, so here's a really simple version of events - I am in the process of trying to sell my home because where I live is making me unwell due to the pollution and outside mold/Fungus (As I have a mild asthmatic allergic reaction to such things) - Which leads into the fact I have been dealing with a mild allergic reaction for 3 months (And maybe longer, signs had been showing near the end of last year, I just thought it was something else at the time), and while I am taking the medication to deal with it, it's not able to make me fully better, because its the place that I'm living at that making me sick - This in tern has made me have very low energy to do anything, as my body tries to cope with the allergic reaction, which has been beyond frustrating, as my family needs my help to clean and get the house ready, yet I just don't have the energy to do it - With having to change things around the house in preparation to try sell, has trigger several Autistic reactions (Meltdowns) from me, which again have been very frustrating, as I know logically this has to be done, but my body still decides to have freak-outs about it anyway. - I have other health issues, but I can't do anything about them until we move - I've came to the point that I have been so emotionally stressed that I found it very emotionally painful to draw, which has just made me more stressed as that had been an outlet for me for many year's but I'm doing a bit better now. - And lastly I am dealing with the grief/mourning of 'my' cat Toby, who had to be put down, This is still something I'm dealing with, as it's complicated pet ownership as I had deep negative history involving Toby that is due to my older brother who the cat originally belong to (Basically my brother is a coward and couldn't be responsible)...and I honestly didn't think saying goodbye was going to hurt this much. But it dose I have never felt this kind of emotional pain before, that even though Toby had caused me so much pain for almost a decade, the anxiety, his demanding nature and other issues, despite all that I would miss his presence I will treasure what I have left of his memory even if those memories come with the bad, I had wished that I had loved Toby with my whole heart, and I thought that I would have been a cruel person that would have moved on quickly from his departure but that's not the case. As my family and my own heart have told me, I did deeply care for him, sure it was not the warm fuzzy kind of love, but the love out of duty, he needed someone and I provided for his needs, got him the food he liked, cat beds, scratching posts, Catio for him to be able to go outside-ish, toys and some love and attention even if it cause me great pain, because he had a tendencies when he was done snuggling on my chest to jump off which would aggravate my crack rib injuries, which made snuggle time not fun time for me. But I still wish I could have done better for him, that I had the patience to love him always instead of being brought down to my knees having breakdowns because he's done something. I know that in the long run I should have never taken on the duty of Toby that my autistic nature could not handle the long term sensory distress he caused me daily, but Toby needed someone and I was the only one who could afford to take him on. Yes I did end up starting a fight with my older brother, that caused other issues in the family and at the moment the fight has been put on 'pause' till we've sorted ourselves out and I'm not dealing with trying to move, even though part of me would like to continue the fight as the coward needs to face the harsh truth, but at the same time I also have to face the fact my older brother is rather 'fragile' it's why I hadn't talked about my grievous towards him sooner, as my family had told me to hold off as he wasn't in a good place. So yeah, I screwed up, big time by lashing out at him on the day of Toby passing, but I didn't care how much he 'cared' for Toby, he hasn't been their for 90% of Toby life I have! and I knew that my family would just tell me to hold off on how I felt towards my brother again 'wait till everyone has stopped grieving' 'Wait until we've found a new home' 'Wait because BLAH BLAH BLAH' I was so done having to 'wait' on someone else feelings, so I was like screw it we are all adults here, I can text my brother my frustrations of his lack of action and how much he has hurt me over the years because their was no way I was going to be able communicate that verbally. But it turns out we're not all adults here and so the fight is on pause, and I refuse to apologies for what I've said because it was the truth, the only thing I regret is the pain it caused the rest of my family, I didn't think my brother would lash out at my Mother because of my actions, I thought he would face me instead of talking to her, but I was wrong. Anyway that's still a future problem to deal with....later. But yeah sorry I've been gone so long, I'm going to post up some art I've had done before my unintended Hiatus happened, but I'll be doing another Journal Update later as I'm going to need some help.

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incorrigiblyhuman · 4 years

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i’ve been reading my new star trek books pretty much nonstop and there’s so much i love about all of them. i’m on ex machina right now and the way mccoy talks about everything that happened with natira, why it was so abrupt and fast and weird and the way he’s beat himself up over it ever since, and the way he talks about his retirement....it’s all so good. it’s so melancholy and self-reflective and it makes so much sense, i really love it.

#( ooc. ) CAPTAIN. THE MARINARA.#the natira romance has always kind of confused and annoyed me but the way they justify it and explain mccoy's thought processes #ugh it's still weird but i'm really loving his reflection on it and his irritation with himself over it #and i'm only 30 or so pages in and natira features heavily in this story so i can't WAIT to read the rest of this #i ALSO read the infamous doctor's orders and HOO BOY IS IT EVERY BIT THE FANTASTIC READ I'VE HEARD ABOUT #mccoy's rough and theatrical style of command + him genuinely working well with spock as he always does under the Fighting TM #+ him using tactics and reading a situation based on all his time of knowing kirk and being a friendly ear #+ him having a mild breakdown the whole time because he is NOT made for command and he KNOWS IT #UGH!!!!! CHEF'S KISS!!!!!!! REMY RATATOUILLE COULD NOT HAVE SERVED A BETTER DISH #star trek books are such a wild and varied ride but the good ones are so FANTASTICALLY good #anyway i'll kick around and do more replies in a few but i gotta READ THIS THING

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Demeter

Have I been using this series to vicariously punish Belphie for the events of Season 1? I cannot confirm nor deny that statement.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter

Lucifer

Didn't think too much of the "human" when they popped out of the portal. Sure they had a straw hat and a huge basket full of produce but it wasn’t like they were… Wait… No… Were they…?

Oh no. Oh nonononono, this is not good…!!

Demeter is notoriously doting and protective of her children (see her freakout and breakdown after Hades abducted of Persephone as proof) and they've pretty much done the EXACT. SAME. THING. here!!

It was a mad scramble by him and Diavolo to contact and appease their godly Mother Bear before she came roaring down to Devildom herself to turn them all into barley. Thankfully, Zeus must have intervened at some point because though she was indeed PISSED, she didn't threaten to barge in… yet.

She made one thing very clear. Bend so much as a single hair on her precious child's head and there would be WAR…

The MC received a 24 hour security detail after that. Just Mammon wasn't going to cut it, he needed NO chances. It was a full rotation of Mammon, him and Beel for the entirety of their stay (Asmo and Levi both threw hissy fits at the prospect of babysitting, Satan couldn’t be trusted not to kill them just to irritate him, and Belphie was out for… obvious reasons).

In some ways, it wasn’t so bad. The MC was a very mild sort of person, rather even tempered. He’d dare say they were pleasant, mostly content to just tend to their gardens and be out in the moonlight…

But the problem was, he just could not convince them to stay OUT of nature. Including the forests, which were full of hellish beasts fully intent on gnawing their flesh from their bones… and their specialty was plants, not animals, sooo…

Their habit of sneaking out to wander the woods got so bad that he very nearly considered pulling a Belphie 2 and locking them in the basement for their own good. But Devil knows what damage their mother would do if she found out…

At least they make for pleasant company… And Diavolo seems to like them quite a bit himself so the mortal gets a pass from him. Now if they’d only consider their own safety for a change…

Mammon

They make him a KILLING.

Like, no seriously. Their produce is insane!! He’s never tasted food so good, especially stuff that’s come fresh from the ground! It only took a few berries for Mammon to throw on a straw hat himself and start harvesting! He’s a farmer now, baby!!

Weeellll not quite. He’s still absolutely only in it for the money, but anything he brings to a farmer’s market goes so fast that he can hardly care about the labor! He’s never made this much Grimm in his life!! And it’s totally legit for a change!

He bought himself another car, paid off half of his debt, and even got Levi back that 2 or 3 grand he leant him centuries ago. Really, Mammon’s living his best life and it’s all thanks to MC!

It’s a good thing his blatant grifting doesn’t hurt his relationship with them at all, in fact they seem to enjoy having his help regardless. They bring him drinks on hot days or invite him on picnics and stuff, it’s… it’s really sweet. They’re very nice to him and he appreciates it…

But… COULD YA JUST STAY PUT ALREADY???

It drives him INSANE that they won’t stay out of dangerous places!! After he started caring about them for more than just a meal ticket it only got even worse!!

He’s not usually one for monitoring someone’s every move (that kind of control freak behavior is more a Lucifer thing) but he eventually had to set up familiars around the House just to keep them from sneaking out at night...

What was so interesting out there anyway?? There wasn’t any kind of plant that he could bring them himself! They didn’t have any need to be out there!!

They’d keep telling him they’d be fine but it’s not like he’s going to actually buy that. They were too… nice to be dangerous or anything so why would he believe them?

No more running off, MC! Please, he’s beggin’ ya!!

Leviathan

Wait, gardening? Like, being outdoors and stuff? Ew. No thanks, he’ll pass.

That was more or less his first reaction when they showed up and it never really got much better than that…

He admits that they’re friendly and it’s not like he dislikes them or anything, but their thing so far from his thing that they just don’t have a lot in common… you know?

For starters, they get So. Antsy. when they’re inside for too long! He tried to invite them to a marathon once, but they could hardly keep still and kept looking around like they were searching for a window… He said, “to jump out of.” They insisted just for some fresh air, but he didn’t buy it...

They’re nice enough to listen to his rants, but they’re barely ever inside for him to do so and like HELL is he going to leave his room and stand around out there for that long. Ranting is at least a one to two hour engagement! What if he gets hot out there? And have you SEEN Devildom bees?? Hell no!!

He has, however, asked them on multiple occasions to reproduce flowers he’s seen in different anime, especially ones that have a very unique look and they’ve done some real wonders with that!

He can now claim to be the only person to ever own a Ruby-Jade Vine plant, straight from the pages of TSL when it was used to brew tea for the Lord of Lechery during his brief illness and-is anyone even still listening anymore?

The point is, it’s a flower so rare it was imaginary but now HE has it!... or had it for about a week until his utter incompetence of all things plant killed it…

He begged the MC for another but they were out of the plants they needed to make it and would have to go back to the human world to find more… He’s still mourning his loss… Poor Henry 4.0…

Satan

Well… He’s called this MC “salt of the Earth” and he does truly mean it. Take of that what you will.

He doesn’t get much in the way of intellectual conversation out of this mortal UNLESS he’s talking about plants, farming, or botany… Interesting topics and complex in their own right to be sure, but that’s pretty much their wheelhouse and they like it there.

That being said, the feats that they can perform are genuinely mind-blowing! They are the ONLY person he has ever met who can cultivate the Devildom’s own ultra-rare Phantom Orchid, a plant only blooms when it reaches a perfect state of undeath (i.e. both taken care of and neglected just enough so that it's only barely alive. The balance is so tricky to master that one hasn’t bloomed down there for centuries!)

There’s also something just genuinely relaxing about watching them work or helping them in the gardens… More so than he’d ever expected from such a simple activity.

He admits that he’s taken quite a few strolls through the flower-filled courtyard of the Demon Lord’s Castle just to admire its beauty... But anything that they can grow just blows all of that out of the water!

They even taught him several magic botanical techniques so now he can grow some pretty mad plants himself. Lucifer never expected to find that giant Venus Flytrap in his closet, but one was there regardless. 😏

Just… out of curiosity one day, he asked the MC if they could make him a new kind of catnip. Not for any nefarious reason! You know… just for research purposes…

The nip they made was so effective that the House grounds were FILLED with nipped-up cats for a whole month! He was in Heaven!! (and Lucifer practically wiped those plants from existence so he couldn’t get any more… asshole...)

That must have inspired them because they apparently made a demons-only version that they told him about WELL after the fact. Had he known, he probably would have burned the stuff on principle... Do you know how dangerous demon-nip could be to them? Experiment responsibly, MC!

Asmodeus

Ehhhh, gardening SOUNDS like one of those things that should be super Devilgram-able, but then you realize how sweaty and dirty you get in the process and it’s a huge turn off… Sorry MC.

When they first came down to the Devildom, he thought two things: 1) Such a sweet little flower child, as adorable as they were, would never survive; and 2) even if they could, he would never ever see eye-to-eye with them on the “wonders” of getting all up in the dirt.

Well, he was right about 2, but certainly not 1. Personally, he thinks his brothers worry about them too much, they ARE still a demigod.

At one point he saw a pack of hellhounds almost trample one of their vegetable gardens and they lost it. Word to the wise, never try to take on a child of Demeter in their own garden. Those hounds were wrapped up in rose vines before they could even yelp...

Yeah, the MC would be fine.

That being said, while everybody else clamors over their produce, he thinks that their flowers are really where it’s at!

Taking just five minutes in one of their gardens is something else... He’s never seen blossoms as healthy and immaculate in all the Devildom before! Their beauty could (almost) rivals his own! What they do isn’t just a hobby, it’s an art.

He’s taken multiple pictures with their blossoms and they go viral every time. It’s so rare to actually see gorgeous, petal-filled flowers in the Devildom, most of the native plants are of the man-eating variety.

His only complaint about this MC is that they seem to feel much more at home in work clothes and dirt than they do in any sort of party-look he tries to give them… Cute as they are, they can afford to gussy up sometimes can’t they? Mud and grass stains don’t make for a good look, sorry.

Beelzebub

Beel gardens and the MC gardens as well. Add on that they seem to be able to grow all manner of fruits and veggies and he likes this one. A lot.

They had just finished apple-picking when the portal nabbed them so they had a massive basket of apples at the time. Naturally, Beel more or less stole the thing on sight, but the apples inside were so juicy and good that he almost shook them down for more on the spot!

Imagine his surprise when they, half pleadingly, explained to him that if he got them some seeds they could just grow more… and it wouldn’t even take that long.

To be clear, the formula he saw was this: Get seeds > bring seeds to mortal > mortal grows seeds > mortal makes endless supply of food….

Congratulations MC, you’ve now earned the sixthborn’s eternal loyalty after a grand total of… two minutes. He didn’t even know their name, but he was willing to take a bullet for them (provided he got more of those apples).

The next several months were spent with Beel attached to them to the hip in some way, but honestly? It was just so wholesome anyway…

If he’s helping in the garden, he never complains. He does most of the heavy lifting and actually likes being out there with them (unlike others...)

Many afternoons were spent sitting under fruit trees and talking. Sometimes, they go to the trouble of preparing a picnic or something but it would always inevitably end with Beel plucking the whole tree clean of whatever ripe (or unripe) fruit he can get his hands on with a smile.

The MC never minded though. That’s just another excuse to grow more, right?

His only problem was when the MC would sneak out to the forest… especially when they get too antsy and just go alone.

He HATES it when they do that! How is he supposed to keep them safe if they just wander off?? He knows that they have a special connection to nature and all, but it isn’t safe…

He’s flown in and scooped them back up to the House on numerous occasions and his “talking tos” get sterner after every rescue... Please stay put, MC! He’d have so many reasons to be sad if you were eaten… 😔

Belphegor

Okay, he was looking for a capable, if not gullible, human. Not a shoeless flower hippy!

He honestly wasn't expecting much out of this one... Damn their little heart because they did genuinely believed his lies, it’s just that they weren't… well… They were really good at gardening.

… And it grew kind of hard to keep hating them whenever they'd show up just to give him fresh berries or a bouquet to see him smile… He may claim that his heart is made of nightmares and orphan tears, but who doesn’t enjoy being given a batch of flowers?

Damn their sweetness too… Right to here.

When it came time to kill them he had a heavier heart than he thought he would, but kind of saw it like putting down the sacrificial lamb. Gotta be done to reach better goals... Stiff upper lip and all that.

Unfortunately for him, they had taken to carrying packets of demon-nip with them as a self-defense measure…

He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected when they shouted “Get nipped!” at him mid-attack, but it wasn’t a face full of some smelly herb! Like, really smelly…! Actually, that smelt kind of good… Hold on.

Turns out murderous rage really doesn’t last long after you get what is effectively ultra-strong catnip thrown in your face. They ended up having to go and tell Lucifer what happened themselves because Belphie was way too blissed out on the floor to do anything... They were legitimately worried they might have fried his brain...

He’s told the effects of the demon-nip lasted three days. He doesn’t know, because he hardly remembers any of it... They described him as like he was high on “weed” and “ecstasy” at the same time but he doesn’t know what either of those are either so it wasn’t helpful…

Truthfully, they were so nice to him while he was recovering that he couldn’t even be mad afterwards so all's well that ends well? Either way, he’s sleeping under their orchard trees from now on. It’s peaceful out there...

They burnt all that nip though. It’s some strong stuff...

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Congrats on your milestone!! Love your writing and since you're doing the whole "milestone party" I would like to ask if you could write something about reader and first baby. It could be something like them being very happy in the beginning, anxious by the end of the pregnancy but in the first weeks after the baby is born everything being caotic, the reader is stressed and sometimes they fight for something silly and it could have a happy ending, maybe he preparing a special surprise for her, some smut and they kinda "reconnect"... I don't mind if it gets too big, I would appreciate if you like the idea, It can be sy or walter, their POV, the reader can have a name too if you'd like. Thank you so much and congratulations again 🎉🥳

Here comes the second fic for my milestone celebration 🥳

Dear nonie, thank you so much for your prompt 💜 I love it and it made me think of Walter and his bumblebee from my fic Closer immediately. So I hope you don't mind I made this a follow up.

I tried to include all your wishes and I hope you like the struggles, the fluff and the smut.

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MAYBUG

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Summary: Walt and his wife are stressed out and enjoy a little escape. Follow-up to Closer

Words: ~ 1.8 k

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, Sex (p in v), fingering, dirty talking, kinda light breeding kink, masturbation, mentioning of sex toys and voyeurism, mentioning of problematic birth

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: pics for the header from pinterest.

I don't own Walter Marshall (unfortunately)

If you like this story, check out my masterlist!

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I'm sure it wasn't so stressful with Faye when she was a baby. She was a whirlwind, challenging her mum and me 24/7 as soon as she was able to walk but I'm pretty sure in the first year she was a little angel, not doing much more than sleeping, eating and lulling us into a false sense of security, making us think the peace would last forever.

Maybe it's gonna be the other way round with our little maybug. A chaotic first year and all the peace afterwards.

We've been on an emotional rollercoaster ride for almost two years now. Y/n stopped taking the pill shortly after our engagement and a few months before our wedding. I couldn't wait to get her pregnant, our sex life was great at that time, we did it as often as possible, having the time of our lives, enjoying each other and our deep connection. When my little bumblebee finally surprised me with a positive pregnancy test after 8 months of very intense trying, we were both beyond happy and completely over the moon and besides the usual pregnancy-related worries and difficulties everything went well.

That was until y/n went into labor and suddenly everything turned out to be very different from what we both had wished for. There was no calm atmosphere, no peaceful water birth but a lot of stress and anxiety instead when unexpected complications occured. I wasn't solid as a rock for her, I was a nervous wreck and very disappointed in myself but my wonderful wife was incredibly tough, fighting to be strong for both of us with fierce determination. She was no bumblebee that night, she was a hornet. In the end she had an emergency c-section and our little boy was born after almost 24 hours of labour on a mild Saturday night in May. When we finally held this perfect, beautiful little bundle of life in our arms all pain and fear was forgotten and we cried together for joy and gratefulness.

Now, six months later, we're still very happy, enjoying our family life and our time together. I've stepped back from work a little, doing office work mostly, staying away from the time consuming major cases. It's hard sometimes to be condemned to just watch my colleagues working in the front-line but I know it's worth it. I don't want to make the same mistakes again, the mistakes that ruined my first marriage and jeopardized my relationship with Faye. Besides that y/n needs my support, although she would never admit it. Our little maybug suffers from colic and cries a lot so she's constantly sleep-deprived and on top of that she tortures herself with self-reproach because breastfeeding didn't work and our baby son only gets formula, which -in her eyes- is the reason for his regular pain. She's constantly stressed out, tense and oversensitive and we fight over the most silly things.

When she had a nervous breakdown the other day because she hadn't managed to cook dinner for me after another night without sleep and a whole day of trying to calm down a crying baby in pain, I decided it was enough, that she needed a break, I needed a break and maybe even our little muffin needed a break from his worn out parents. So after y/n had a good cry on my shoulder, listening to my comforting words that made her relax a little, I made her her favorite sandwich, sent her to bed after she'd enjoyed it and took our little boy on a ride. He likes it when we drive around in my truck, the sonorous sound of the engine has a soothing effect on him and eventually he stopped crying and fell asleep, just as exhausted as his mom. I got myself a burger from the drive-through, ate it in the parking lot and I came up with an idea for a little treat for me and my wife.

And now here we are, sitting in the huge tub in the bathroom of a luxurious hotel suite in our hometown, just 20 minutes away from our little boy who's staying with y/n's sister for the weekend. It wasn't easy to convince my wife that he's going to survive one night without us and that we really need some time for us but now, after a romantic candle light dinner and a special treatment afterwards she really seems to enjoy our little escape.

"God, Walt...you were right, I needed this. The food was delicious and your massage worked wonders. Thank you so much, papa bear."

She's sitting in front of me in the steaming hot water that smells like tropical flowers, her body covered with lush foam, her back resting against my chest, her butt between my spread legs, pressing against my cock.

"Well, it wasn't a Tantra massage but I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway." I press a kiss on her hair and hug her from behind. "I enjoyed it too, by the way. My hands all over your wonderful backside, that was very sexy," I whisper in her ear before I start to caress her breasts while kissing her neck. Damn, I love her tits, even more now after the pregnancy. They are so soft, so welcoming and warm, plus they are bigger than before, perfect for burying my face in them or for a filthy boob fuck.

Y/n moans softly under my touch and I go on, determined to make this date night unforgettable. After a while I let one of my hands glide over her belly, that wonderful part of her body that has carried our child and that is so smooth beneath my rough palm. I feel the stretch marks she hates so much but I kinda love them. They're like a map that shows what she's been through and what the female body is capable of. For her it's a flaw, when I look at it I see nothing but strength. With that thought I slip my hand between her legs, stroking her pussy, my fingers gliding through her swollen folds, provoking one of these drawn, hoarse moans that always escape her mouth when she likes what I'm doing and that turn me on so much. She cranes her neck to look at me and I bent my head to kiss her. The kiss is slow and sensual, tasting sweet and promising. I moan into her mouth, one hand on her tit, kneading it intensely, giving her erect nipple some extra attention with my thumb, one hand on her pussy. I keep on stroking her clit while we make out and she moves her hips, rolling them slowly against my rock-hard cock.

"You like that, baby?" I want to know, panting into her ear.

"I like it a lot…", y/n sighs, bucking her hips. I know exactly what she wants.

"How about that?" I stretch my arm, shifting my position a little to penetrate her slowly with two fingers, brushing them against her g-spot with light pressure.

"Fuck...Walt…"

Her moans are getting louder with each thrust into her cunt, her hips moving rhythmically. I stimulate her clit with my thumb and I can tell she's close, putty in my hands, a whimpering, panting mess and I love it.

"Mommy's still my little whore, right?" I ask, my voice rough and thick with arousal and desire, my dick throbbing, pressed against her ass. "Look at you, riding my fingers like the good girl you are. I love how that feels…"

I fingerfuck her harder and it doesn't take her long to cum with a loud moan, my name on her lips on top of her orgasm. She rides it out slowly, breathing heavily and I give her some time to recover before I grab her by her waist, lift her up and make her sit down on my cock. I can't wait another second, I need to feel her from the inside, her tight pussy stretching around my thick dick. She sighs when she easily sinks down on it, starting to ride me immediately, eagerly, greedy. She's still hungry, ready for more, giving me a hard time to pull myself together. I'd love to just rail her, to thrust into her cunt mercilessly to reach my own high but what I want even more is to see her come undone again, to make her fall apart on my dick, milking it when she cums again. So I hold her hips in a vice-like grip, pressing her down and she stops moving, waiting for me to take over. I let go of her hips and fuck her slowly, thrusting into her from underneath, caressing her tits, showering her shoulders with sloppy kisses.

She follows the rhythm and the pace I set and we both moan in unison. She reaches between her legs and starts touching herself which turns me on even further. I love watching her when she pleasures herself. She was a little hesitant about in the beginning of our relationship but when I even bought her some toys, she believed me that it was okay to masturbate in my presence, that it drove me absolutely wild to watch her, that I would fuck her like a predator after seeing her cum just by the touch of her own hands, using the toys I had chosen and allowed her to use. Today is no exception. Her soft moans and appreciative sighs are music to my ears and as soon as I fix my eyes on her fingers that circle her clit, while she strokes the shaft of my pounding cock with her other hand, I lose my shit.

I press her against my body and fuck her so hard and fast that the water spills all over the edge of the tub. She comes again shortly after I orgasm with a noise that's half grunt and half growl, arising deep from within my chest. My balls tighten and when I feel my cum shooting through my dick her pussy clenches around me and her body is trembling on top of mine. She cries out loud when I fill her up with my seed and I'm sure she knows that I imagine breeding her, when I keep on thrusting lightly, not pulling out even after we've both come down from our highs and my hard-on softens.

I know we still have to wait a few months till she gets pregnant again because her body needs time to heal but I guess it doesn't hurt to practice as often as we feel like it and to dream of adding another little bug to our family.

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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request for jack grealish one where he’s really upset over something and you’re there with him to comfort him, lots of physical contact being his love language and you being the only person he likes touching his hair ?

Comfort

You knew from the very second he walked through the door that annoyed would be an incredibly generous word to describe the emotions running through the Brummie boys head. You grimace to yourself, shoulder raising closer to your ears at the sound of the brand new front door slamming heavily behind him with a curse at the fact he couldn't get his shoes kicked off just right the first time he attempted it in the foyer.

The first game was a loss and just about all he'd gotten for the past few days was hate, stress, hate and some more fucking stress. He was exhausted. From Mykonos to Birmingham to get a bag full of clothes so he could meet Villa in London before eventually travelling to Manchester, his sleep schedule has been completely messed up and even when he did have bursts of time where he should have been sleeping, he had been laying awake scrolling through countless tweets criticising his every single move. Add to that the fact his body was exhausted from international duty and that he had wanted nothing more than to curl up by your side and let his worries melt away like he had last gotten to do nearly three whole months ago.

He doesn't know you're here. To the very best of Jack's knowledge, you were still home in Birmingham and he would probably have to broach the conversation of whether or not you'll be joining him up anytime soon, if ever. He lets out a frustrated grunt, but you know Jack better than anyone else and there's the thick sheen of his heart aching tears existing beneath his frustration.

"Hey baby."

His head snaps around to land his eyes on you the second your sweet voice meets his buzzing ears. The echos of Etihad still burn a bit of his hearing away for now, but he knows it'll return to normal by the end of the night. The tears that had previously been kept on his lash line, pushed back by his will not to breakdown for fear he might not be able to stop if he starts are now past the last line of defence, streaming over his cheeks as he crossed the floor at a pace that would send his fife rating into surefire question.

Your body makes an involuntary 'oof' as he crashes against you, his arms so tight around your body as he stops you from stumbling back with the force of his incoming hug. You don't think he's ever actually held you that tightly before, never with such dire necessity, with such urgency for you to be as close to him as he could get you.

The hair that's been allowed to fall loose from the band he'd earlier had it tied back in tickles the back of your neck as it dangles over the exposed skin. He mumbles something almost incoherent about how much he's missed you into your neck, pepping chaste kisses where his lips have landed against you in this hug. You wished you could enjoy that, but the dampening that has begun to occur over the shoulder that his head is above reminds you of the pain he must be in.

Leaving your childhood club is one thing, but leaving it when everybody else seems to think he's a monster for it is a whole different kind of agony. There were just too many emotions for people to see the kind of things Jack had given for the club and the huge opportunity he had left them with his legacy and with the money they copped for his record breaking sale.

"It's okay, Jacky." You coo, tightening your arms around you as he attempts one tighter squeeze to force the tears back into him. It's a futile attempt, his arms loosening but never dropping away from you as he squeezes his eyes shut and lets those sobs shake his body. "I got you, baby. I've got you."

There was such a mix of emotions running through him that made him feel like the world had just pushed him to the ground and taken the perfect opportunity to give his body a good kicking. First final for England in 55 years, then they lost in a penalty shootout he didn't even get to be a part of after a game he barely got to play in. Then a holiday he couldn't take with you because of work commitments and a sudden coworker needed sooner maternity leave meaning your holiday was completely eliminated. As if those things didn't dampen his spirit, all that transfer business had gone down and it was finally all hitting him.

His exhaustion had caught up, an inevitable burn out that could be messed only by the presence of you in his life. Some of this tears that stream down his cheeks and pool on the grey material of your t-shirt are ones of joy and relief for finally having you back in his arms again for the first time in far too long of a time. Jack vows he will never ever spend that amount of time without you again. Never will he let so much time pass before he gets to hold you, kiss you and tell you face to face how much he truly loves every single thing about you.

"You're my rockstar, you know." You announce, seemingly out of the blue ones his body wracking sobs had died to smaller sniffled and period tears streaking down onto you. "I've literally never been prouder of anyone in my life ever. Not only did you fucking smash the euros, but then you stayed so sweet and so amicable during such a difficult process. You handled everything so well, J. I'm so proud or you and I'm so, so happy for you." You promise, pushing him back so you can take his blotchy, tear streaked face in your head. The expanse of that face is coved in your kisses, pecked all over the surface until he's giggling like the Jack that you know so well, his laugh the most contagious sound you've ever been lucky enough to get to hear on a daily basis. "And I'm so lucky that you let me share this journey with you." You finish, landing your lips softly and perfectly onto his with a warmth and love he had been desperately missing out on for those last vital few weeks of his break.

"S' our journey," Jack mumbles in response against your lips, pulling back every so slightly so he can get a proper good look at the face he had missed so much in person. Your cute quirked eyebrows and confusion tainted eyes make him smile before he elaborates. "Not my journey, it's our journey together. All of this, just the two of us."

His words make your heart sore, flying up onto the space above you in pure glee. You had to admit there was a mild element of fear wondering if he would want you here or if he'd maybe be wanting fresh start, but that was certainly not the case for Jack.

"I love you," he says as you feel him tuck you right back into his chest with a content hum. "I love you too, but you need a wash."

Jack's laughter bellows loudly from his chest beneath your ear at your lightly playful and yet very truthful statement.

"I ran you a bubble bath for you. Bathroom's huuuuge." Your eyes are full of wonder like he thought they might be when he would get the opportunity to bring you out to his temporary Manchester abode. This is you would both stay until he could find a house to place some money down on so he can truly start to settle out the fact he's going to have the next six years of his life here in this area with this club. It makes him more than happy, being here. But something that tickles him in thought as he follows you up the stairs is that he'll get to experience all of this newness with you. You’ll get to explore the new area together, find nee places, making it home together. You had both known Soulihull like the back of your hand, now you could find new places to just be together. He can go house hunting with you. He'll let you drag him through the houses he probably wouldn't otherwise look so much into, talking about what room could be which and silly little things he wouldn't even have noticed.

He could pick a house with you that would have enough room to start a family in together within the next year or so, like you had been hoping to do depending on what the club and transfer season had brought. This brought stability, a team that would function well without a reliance on him if there were some things he had to sit out in order to build this family.

It had been, unbeknownst to you, such a pivotal part of discussions with the Manchester City agents. Jack made it clear he was looking for stability and trophies. He had done so much for Villa and now it was time for him to invest energy in bigger fights with bigger clubs that don't face relegation so constantly. He made it clear to the managers also that the was looking to be in the business of starting a family sometime soon. He was welcomed with open arms still. A club who wanted him desperately and would probably have caved to many more demands from him, not having a fraction of an issue with negotiated paternity pay and leave.

He couldn't wait to find a house and settle down here with you for the foreseeable future, even if things didn't look exactly as he thought they might've looked when you first got together as merely young adults.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, eh?" You ask softly, running your fingers gently through his tangled and sweaty hair as he stands there in the middle of the large bathroom. Jack shrugs. There's so much in there today, not really like usual where he could sort through those thoughts and keep his head clear for every day and every game he faces.

"Just stressed," he huffs, allowing you to help him out of the brand new away strip he had been given at the beginning of the day today for his first first game with the new team.

His muscles are achy and tight, body still stiff from the cold that the rain had battered into his limbs as you easily hook off his boxers and tug them down his legs so he can step over the bathtub into the perfect temperature bubble filled water that makes him heave out a heavy sigh of relief the second it meets his skin.

"Talk to me, baby?"

And talk to you he did after he sat down in that bath with you.

He leaned back against you, allowing you to lather shampoo into the hair he trusted very few people with multiple times to massage the ache out of his skull from the previous days tension headaches. He talks about all those messages from so many unhappy people, some even City fans who didn't even want to entertain the idea of him being there. He talks about his worry of sitting on the bench season after season, telling you he was hoping to god those tweets wouldn't be further from the truth. He confided in you some of his greatest pains; the concept that he'd let his Villa teammates down and maybe even made his family unhappy despite the fact they had given him nothing but their full support and unsurprising pride just like everybody else in his immediate circle.

You massage muscle relaxing soap into all of the muscles in his body as he just talks, letting the weight of the world off of his shoulders to dissipate like the steam in the air from the bath. Only once he has everything off his chest and the waters gone cold do you both leave the bathroom, wrapped in towels then into pyjamas where he wraps you up in his arms like he's been desperate to do since the moment he touched off for International duty months ago, and he talks again.

This time, he talks to you instead of just talking out every worry and fear he's ever had.

Jack uses probably the most amount of words he's ever used in such sensible succession in order to paint you a perfect mental picture of a house just outside the city with a huge garden, fenced in for dogs and kids with a pool and enough room for all three of those future kids to have their own room, even though they'll share at first just for fun. He paints a picture of you at his games with two sons and a daughter, his name on each shirt along your back. The kids will call Foden uncle Phil and they’ll love him just like you both do. They'll get to play with the teams kids on the pitch after the games no matter how tired the guys are even if they've been thrashed in a loss. He depicts the kind of life you had both wanted for so long, somehow always deterred by something until right this moment, the time feeling like it had rolled perfectly into place for both of you.

And Jack tells you about how you'll poke fun at him when he starts to get those salt and pepper strands of hair and he'll love you no matter how you look. Your kids will learn what love is from their parents, they'll pick it up and they'll emulate it in their own lives sometime in the future. They'll stamp out hate with the hearts full of love that you will both allow those kids to grow into.

You both fall asleep together that night, wrapped in each others arms drifting off into dreams of kids that don't exist yet in a house you haven't even looked for with a future that each of you wants nothing more than to grab onto with both hands.

Jack's heart hurts for the changes he's made this week. He doubts the pain will ever fully leave him and he hopes that one day his club will welcome him back to end his career on a high note with them. However, until then the pain will be dulled by the prospect of his new future here.

One he can't wait to get stuck right into.

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Fixed: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 4 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 3: Love So Soft

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A/N: It’s shorter than my usual updates but I’m busy so sorry for the delay. My final exam dates have come and all I can do is pray right now lol. Please pray for me if you can, this sis is out here writing fanfics for yall instead of studying so, haha. ANyways, enjoy babies! Shit happens in this chapter.

Warning: Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Word count: 5K

Chapter 4: Fixed

You didn’t sleep that night. Or the next few. Your hands shook every time you got a flashback and even though you were numb to emotions that entire day, tears threatened to spill whenever your mind took to you to that overpriced kitchen again.

Now that he had gone to a dangerous and unnerved assaulter from a Dad trying to take care of his daughter, your mind wouldn’t put anything past him. You knew that in the back of your mind that he was a mobster and your ‘friendship’ was alarming to say the least, but now there was no denying his resources and power and the very obvious threat to your life lingering in the air.

At least before you had the luxury to be oblivious and ignorant, not anymore though. Steve felt even more unhinged and liberal now, even messaging you daily, greeting texts that you obviously ignored. He knew you both were aware that you never handed him your number and he felt no need to hide his pursuit.

You read most of the messages, not bothering with a single reply though. You tried to block him but somehow your phone would still receive messages from his number, even though his contact would always peek back at you from the otherwise empty blacklist.

As if his torment wasn’t ample, another message thread from a different number would forward you alarming images, photos of Grace in her daycare, on a class trip to the park and even her playing in your backyard. You had no doubt that this was another game of his to show you his resources.

You skipped daycare for a few days, your mental health worse than it was after the carnival attack, because now you had a personal tormentor and you cursed yourself for falling into this mess. At times, you believed it wasn’t your fault really, you just helped a kid and this situation spiraled itself but what would pointing fingers now get you? The harsh truth was you were in a calamitous situation now and every step from now on had to be thought out.

So, you let Grace attend her daycare and acted if nothing was amiss or altered, after the few initial breakdown days of course, kept going to your job and earning the bread. You considered your options, you really wanted to go to the cops or a higher fair power but those were few these days, almost non existent in your city. You also vaguely recalled meeting three of the Captains of the PD at Sarah’s birthday, all smiley and doe eyed for Steve. You knew they wouldn’t help, fucking kiss-asses.

Maybe you would have to move somewhere else, perhaps to your hometown, at least till things cooled down or better yet were forgotten? But that trail was very predictable and you didn’t want your parents in this mess.

You also came to know that Steve had inserted himself in the other spheres of your life. You were sure your location was always being sent to him, the knowledge a courtesy of the black car following you while you travelled to home at some late day’s end.

Aiden told you whereabouts were easy to track, when you inquired ambiguously. Another instance was when you went to the bank to deposit cash for your debit card, you came face to face with an enormous amount already there. Somehow, the limit on your credit card was also extended. How, you knew. The clerk told you about an email you must have gotten in regards to it, you dismissed that justification away and told them to not accept the cash. To sum the discussion, they weren’t helpful and had no policy against anonymous donors.

Aiden, your trusted coworker cum pal, sensed the shift in your aura and fidgety form very easily, pestering you with questions and you decided to turn to him, stressed and tired and ready to do something. His questioning eyebrows made you confess vaguely but you refused to tell him the extent of it. Just that his prediction came true and you needed help. Let’s just say, Aiden was a good man.

With time, Steve’s ‘affectionate’ messages became deranged, and you found it harder to act nonchalant in your daily life. You were thankful he didn’t come to visit you, possibly occupied with the rumored war between the mobs. You just prayed for a few more days of ignorance, just enough time to think and do something.

“What do you mean someone collected her?!” You had a hard time controlling your voice, you were about to burst, in tears or with anger, you didn’t know.

“The man was verified in the emergency contacts and we got a letter signed and approved by you to skip the day an hour into the first activity.”

“A man? Emergen-, wait no! What fucking approved letter?”

You had three emergency contacts, your mom in another state, Aiden, and one of the other kid’s mom you had grown close to. Aiden was with you at work all day, so did someone disguise themselves as him? And what was the deal with the letter signed by you? You surely didn’t remember writing and authorizing one.

The boy, Pietro, who had been the receptionist for as long as you could remember, shuffled through the chaotic piles of paper and presented a letter to you, and your blood froze as your eyes skimmed the font.

Your beautiful cursive stared right back at you and you knew that no one would ever be able to distinguish between this penmanship and the one in the pocketbook in your clutch. No one but you. Even though you knew you had not written it, the slightly different ‘f’ and ‘g’ told you everything.

Your signature at the bottom though, was done quite perfectly and that made you even more scared.

“I did-, I didn’t write this! What the-” Your widened eyes met Pietro’s from above the paper but all he offered you was a meek smile. Your hands shook with rage and for the first time in your life, you had the urge to slap someone really bad.

“Maybe your family had an emergency to take he-”

“No, you don’t get it!” You stopped yourself from getting frantic, willing yourself to take deep breaths and think rationally. Today of all days, things had to mess up.

He didn’t know you had no family in this city, that you had a mobster after you or the subtle threats that his hired spy sent to you.

Was going to the police an option? Aiden already told you that the cops were as good as Steve’s men. But this was about your missing kid! You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to her. And you were giving Steve way too much credit, what if he wasn’t behind this all? Come to think of it, what if the other number wasn’t his?

Relax yourself! Thinking of disturbing theories wouldn’t help anyone. You thought you should go to the cops, just in case. No mentioning of Steve, just a woman with a ��missing child’ report.

‘Missing Child’ left an acrid taste behind and you were too close to a breakdown, but your whole journey of single-parenthood taught you to kick vulnerability aside, well most of the times.

You turned and were about to leave, but Pietro stopped you. “If you are going to the cops Ma’am, they require 8 hours of inactivity or disappearance time for kids under 5.”

Well look who just read your mind.

You huffed and kept the tears at bay, your mind thinking of what to do then? Grace was obviously taken-

“How could you let a toddler leave without informing the parents?” You knew your anger was channeling out at the wrong man but didn’t he all but hand Grace to the stranger?

You beat him answering and inquired, “What did the man look like? Do you have any footage? Anything?” The wrinkles in your forehead and stress creases on your face paired with the eyebags betrayed your age surely. You were sure you had aged more this week than an entire decade, juggling your normal life with the hovering threat.

“You shouldn’t be this worried Ma’am.”

The fucking audacity.

“Your daughter recognized him, she all but ran to him and this other little girl he came with. You should maybe ask your parent-friends around? A blonde family perhaps?”

As all the emotions drained from your face and terror took over, the young lad in front of you looked smug. You wondered as if you imagined the faintest of smirks on his face.

You crumpled the letter in your hands, seething with rage as you stepped in your car. Oh, you were mad, more wrathful than ever. You could take any hits on you, any threat but not on Grace, never on her.

You were stupid, you had already decided you wouldn’t put anything past him but unknowingly, you did put this past him. You thought this man had a shred of decency to not use your kid in this adult war, being a parent himself and all but what a surprise! You were wrong.

You drove to your home, your thoughts a mix of trepidation, anxiety and fury. You were scared of him and his reach and resources but if he put Grace in any type of danger; whether to teach you a lesson or use her as bait or both, there’d be consequences.

Lord knows you killed a man a month ago Grace was threatened.

You had one thing to do before contacting Steve about Grace but you never got to do it because unexpectedly the bastard was in your home. In your home.

The black sports car outside was a huge giveaway but your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the door with your house key. The banter and giggles from inside alarmed yet calmed you; the dread of confrontation and the assurance of Grace’s safety reigned your mind.

As the door opened painfully slow like a horror movie, the sight that met your eyes made you sick with a feeling of failure. It wasn’t gore or blood or grunge, it was Steve bouncing Grace in the air and catching her while Sarah twirled around in the living room.

This man was craftier than you thought, every action of his was calculated, each a refined step. You had been so preoccupied to avoid direct encounters with him in your little family’s life that you didn’t think he had other ways. He was always looming around with Sarah and as Grace began to trust Sarah, she consequently began to trust her blonde guardian too.

As you slammed the door behind you, Steve’s eyes snapped to yours and his smirk made you want to punch him so hard. The smugness on his face while he let Grace down without breaking eye contact told you he had no regret, no remorse. In fact, he was loving every second of this cat and mouse chase between you two.

You were a millimeter close to losing your shit, the only check being the kids in the room. But you were mad and he was going to know it.

“What the hell, Steve? Messing with my kid?” You threw your clutch onto the couch, Steve haughty by the reception of his sent message but still holding back because of the kids. He called Wanda and you didn’t really notice where she came from but you did register Steve asking to take the girls to the park for a ‘private discussion’.

As Grace passed by you, you grabbed her arm lightly, making her look at you with doe eyes resembling yours. You gave her a smile trying to ease her, but you knew she was smart enough to sense the change in the atmosphere.

Apparently, the whining Sarah wasn’t.

You looked back to Steve, your hold still on Grace and continued with a frown and raised eyebrows, “She isn’t going anywhere, not out of my sight and obviously not with you or your goons.”

Wanda had the audacity to look offended and you scoffed at her, eyes staring Steve’s down.

“Honey, I don’t think the kids should hear what I think you have to say right now.” He said nodding to Wanda to take Grace.

“You must be deranged to think I trust Grace near anyone even remotely related to you! Take your people and get out.” You held your hand up to stop Wanda and pointed towards the door with the most menacing glare you could form.

Grace looked incomprehensibly between you two, concern and confusion on her face. That might have been the first time such a tone was used in your household. The grumbling Sarah was close to throwing a tantrum, irritated by the change in the playful air or the lack of attention to her, you didn’t know. She was hanging on Wanda’s forearm, her feet slipping on your printed rug. Wanda was trying to not look hurt still by your previous statement, distracting herself by the blonde kid and you were baffled by her obliviousness to all this.

Steve, the beefy blonde Lucifer, was furious and seething. His white knuckles and ticking jaw were the most obvious giveaways, the fingers just itching to beat the shit out of someone no doubt.

Was he imagining striking you into compliance into his weird playhouse game complex? You wouldn’t be surprised given the extent of his attempt to ‘win’ you over.

The ‘get out’ tone and blatant disrespect was a bruise to his ego for sure, and by you, a middle-class woman nonetheless was a worse injury. Steve was the deadly boss to armored men in the vicinity, the kids’ father figure, according to him, and Wanda’s stern yet kind employer.

People had been killed for less and there you were, standing in all your glory, being the only person alive to reject Steve Rogers and now, the only to raise your voice at him.

You almost scoffed at his impudence to look offended, what did he expect? For you to submit to him after the stunt he pulled? His reach was scary he proved today and that any future with him in your life in any way, was a fearsome possibility to entertain but you’d be damned if you went down without a fight.

“You can’t make me leave; we both know. You don’t have the physical edge nor the mental one. I have no problem drawing out G-U-N-S in front of the kids or to throw the warnings around, although I would prefer not to.”

Your free hand itched to slap him, like how his did minutes ago. It wasn’t a mankind problem about men thinking they were entitled to everything; it was a Steve Rogers’s problem. Of course, with him consent didn’t matter. If he had a ‘housewife, kids and fences’ fixation, he’d make it come true.

“Do you even listen to what I say? Or your own words even? Please, go ahead! Traumatise my kid and also yours in your wooing process! Why are you so obsessed? Leave us alone, you freak! I just ignored few messages!” You had a hard time maintaining your cool, if there was any left. You were sure you were scaring Grace and no matter what happened next, you knew she was already traumatized by this entire ordeal already. You were so sorry, so, so, so sorry to your poor baby caught in this mess.

You knew, no, you hoped, he wouldn’t pull out the gun, his actions at the carnival a proof, you remembered how he hid his gun on finding Sarah. That threat was empty but the next one wasn’t, his words making you freeze in your spot.

“I think you keep on misunderstanding me, sweetheart. I don’t make empty promises,”

Posh word for threats.

“For starters, maybe I should pay my future in-laws a visit in their blue duplex. They might need help with the vast garden they have, it is the season for ‘violets’, isn’t it?”

As you froze with your parents being brought up, he also cooled, albeit differently, smirking once again gaining the upper hand, not that he lost it if you were being honest.

“Isn’t threatening my kid enough for you, Steve?” You hated how your loud voice almost broke, your anger slowly subsiding into helplessness and you hated that. You hated his guts, his entitlement, his claim; everything about him.

“You still don’t see it, do you? Our family of four is the most important thing to me right now and I’m not above doing anything to save it.”

“There is no family of four Steve! I keep explaining and you keep coming back to square one with all this bullshit!” The curse word did tick Steve off but he would correct that later, when bigger things weren’t at ploy.

“Your ignorance makes me a little mad sometimes sweetheart and that is why I have to do all I do. You haven’t realized we need each other yet, but I’m staying until you do and even after that, I promise. You know how much it pissed me off to see your tickets and the packed suitcases after I’ve been nothing but nice? I was so generous to spoil you with my riches but instead I find that in your finances.”

This fucker knew. Of course, he did!

You were wondering in the back of your head what had prompted this visit with so many threats and warnings and anguish. He was pissed even before you ‘acted out’, he tracked the tickets and the plan and that meant he even tracked-

“You have so much to learn, but luckily you interact with quite a few people. I am most tempted to start out with this Aiden guy, trying to be the hero and giving you all the ideas. Maybe I should visit him?” Steve wondered out loud, and you flinched at his suggestion, hating how you were trapped by this man.

You couldn’t live with yourself if anyone got hurt because of you, be it your parents or Aiden or any other possibility Steve would come up with. Of course, Grace was your peak priority but you doubted he would hurt her as he threatened to harm them.

“Steve, please.” The fire was almost out, your hands trembling, Grace worried and Steve smug.

“Let the kids go and I think we can come to a conclusion.”

“Steve this needs to stop.” You said, your breaths heavy and helplessness clawing away at you.

“I won’t repeat myself.” He voiced out with a threatening edge, gesturing to Grace and Wanda, clearly telling you to first get the kids out.

For a deranged fucktard, he sure cared about the kids a lot.

You loosened your hold on Grace, patting her arm softly and nudged her to Wanda. Wanda received her little hand and enticed the kids with the promise of ice-cream. Sarah clapped her hands and as the trio left, Grace did look over her shoulders at you in concern and for permission, majorly in concern though. You nodded and waved, a tear dropping as soon as the door clicked shut.

You were still staring at the door, not wanting to meet Steve’s stormy blue orbs when he began, “Today was a slip up that I won’t tolerate again. Neither the cursing nor the dramatics.”

We aren’t in a fucking play, what the fuck is he labelling as dramatics?

Your eyes slowly flickered to his, and you had a hard time not letting the tears escape except the one traitorous one earlier. The fatigue, the worry of Grace’s disappearance, the threats to your friends and family were all catching up to you. It took all in you to stay strong and not fall down right now.

“Steve this isn’t funny anymore. It’s sick and you know it! I just said no! Was that so inexcusable that you had to follow up with this? You have violated me for that, broken into my home and now kidnapped my daughter! At what extent will you stop?” You broke down finally, arms a flailing mess as fat tears rolled down. Nothing scared more than the helplessness this moment. He won and he knew it. The carnival incident was nothing in comparison to this. The only good thing you could hope in all this was a safe Grace but that too only if you complied, which seemed like what you would do now given your attempts at fighting back and scampering have failed laughably.

“Gosh, I forgot how theatrical women are. You are smart darling; you know what I want from day one, just a happy family. Nothing that horrendous has happened and especially not as badly as put it. I’m just looking out for you and me in the long run.” Steve slowly treaded towards you, his hand extended to pat your arm comfortingly but you involuntarily flinched at contact and stepped back. Steve clearly didn’t like that as he caught your arm in a bruising grip and jerked you towards him. Manhandling you as your wet hands rushed to ease his grip was not a tough task for Steve, a surprise to none.

“Stop trembling like I’ve actually done something to harm you!”

Steve clearly didn’t know how to comfort women and it showed.

You stopped with the cowering away, even though it disgusted you to be this much in close proximity with your assaulter. He clearly had anger issues and no clue how to solve them. You needed to steer the conversation right and get him out. You could see your hands visibly shake as you put them on his chest, just to create some distance and in a way of surrendering to not fight. The tears slowed but you don’t think they stopped; it was hard to tell with a million other things on your mind.

As your eyes made contact, Steve loosened his grip, clearly a bit satisfied by your submission, as he began counting to help you breathe. As much as you hated to admit, it helped you and you got a flashback to the time when you freaked out on him about Grace at that extravagant dinner date. That was a sweet gesture then, not so sweet now. Funny how drastically things change with time.

It wasn’t so much Steve’s help as it was your own mind telling you to be fucking smart about the whole ordeal right now.

“Good. Better. Now let’s talk. Why were you planning to run away? I’ve been busy and coming home to find out that wasn’t joyful, you know.” His smile suggested a better mood than before but his voice, his husky voice always had this daring edge that almost challenged you to defy him but at the same time warned you of unpleasant consequences if you did.

“Steve, I’m scared.” You spoke with utmost honesty. “The part of the world you associate yourself with scares me. You can’t blame me for not wanting that life for Grace, I mean you have a kid of your own. Wasn’t the carnival attack specifically on Sarah?”

The reasoning was right but you knew you triggered him the moment his smile evaporated. He either felt insulted as a parent or disrespected in his profession or probably both.

He was fighting his inner demons already and you pointing it out was a slap to his face, a hit he didn’t want to take.

“That was a slip up, I admit. Never again. I’m only human, okay?” He convinced himself and you, his grip tightening a bit again.

Oh no, not the right direction to take.

You reckoned he still had nightmares about it like you, he really did love Sarah a lot, all things aside.

“Besides, I am looking out for you! Out for you and Grace and Sarah. I remember my promise of never putting either of them in harm’s way ever again.”

You definitely didn’t trust his security or his people because what sort of a mobster let his daughter get targeted and possibly abducted? You definitely didn’t know the whole story or if it was just a bad day but he wasn’t a person that deserved some slack. Despite all this, you knew what all he held above you, above a common man. He might not be ‘Kingpin’ skilled but a threat to you nonetheless.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “Is that what you call following me around, huh?” which you immediately regretted.

“Trust the process, baby. Everything is just to protect you.”

Is that what he called stalking even Grace around and twistedly enough, sending you proof of that? The anonymous thread of photos was another nightmare of yours, thanks to him. The last being a candid photo inside Grace’s room, her sleeping in her bed this morning and that’s when you decided you needed to get out. Of course, that didn’t go as planned.

“How am I supposed to do that when you have cameras in my house?!” You scoffed and he reeled back at the accusation, having the nerve to look impressed at being uncovered and caught red-handed.

“Oh my fucking God, it was you! You sick pervert!” You jumped out of his grip, your eyes wide and horrified. “I wasn’t aware of what to make of it but of course, it was you! Who else would be sick enough to do that?” You let out a humorless chuckle. You always put things past him even when you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t. When will you ever learn huh?

You were full on panicking yet again, this man was an assaulter, a stalker and a creep too. It would have made a good dark, psychological thriller for you to watch if you weren’t the protagonist about to suffer his obsession.

He reached out to steady you again, but you whipped and stumbled back, realizing too late that you elbowed Steve’s nose so bad that there was a crunch. That, right there, was the look a man real-fucking-furious on Steve’s face and now you could see the feared mobster, the man who was personally terrorizing you under the beautiful, Greek God façade.

Steve reacted so fast even with an injury that in a split second, your view of his face turned into a view of his crotch.

“You do realize that there are others ways for me to teach you obedience? I think it’s fucking time you show me your gratitude for my care and attention and apologize for your misconduct and unkind response.” Steve spoke with a hoarse voice, a voice running out of patience and just about done with defiance.

His hand fisted your hair, maintaining eye contact while he nodded between you and his crotch. You knew what he wanted, what he was expecting as ‘thanks’.

“Steve, please no, you don’t-”

His other hand grabbed your jaw, stopping you from speaking as he warned, “I think you have done just enough talking for today, so why don’t you put that tongue to a better use and show me how sorry you are. Better make it convincing because I’d hate to pay one of your friends a visit and then bitch about a nasty blowjob.” He smirked at the end of his monologue, eyes shining with triumph and amusement.

You wouldn’t let him harm anyone else, you couldn’t. You and your daughter were already knee-deep in a pit and at this point, it’d just be cruel to drag someone else in. With shaky hands opening his pants, you just hoped you could get Grace out before you eventually were buried in it.

“Now that’s a good girl. Submissive is a sexy look on you.” His hands patted your hair, playing with your tresses while yours pulled his pants and then briefs down.

His member jerked out, almost slapping you in the face as you recoiled at his insolence to get hard and erect at your torment. Your disdain must have shown which he took as admiration and derision to take his affluent cock in.

“No need to get shy, I have faith you’ll be able take it just as well in your pretty pussy as you will right now. Open up-”

“Steve, I beg you-”

Just as you had cut him off, he interrupted your pleading. Your gag reflex was probably the most efficient in the world but that turned this narcissist on. It had been years since you had done it, never with a man as beefy as Steve.

His taste was salty and if you had to put it into better words, it was the like overpriced sea salt flakes that you never bought. High and pricey and for the entitled.

Your hands clutched at his thighs as you blacked out multiple times; your jaw aching, uvula swaying and tears escaping. Him forcing himself on you brough a new sense of vulnerability as your body trembled. Steve relished like a sadist, practically rutting into you all by himself as you just sat there with your jaw unnaturally open.

His obscene moans and groans were crass and nauseating and you just prayed for this to be over soon and for no one to walk in on this, especially your kid.

It seemed like it would never end, your body dehydrating with all the spit it produced, the drool dribbling and landing just beside your knees on your printed rug. You would have to throw that out.

The tears stooped after some point, the sobbing an unnecessary action that just tired you out more on this eventful day. You moved your tongue around to prevent your teeth from scratching him when he shifted angles. If this was what he did on slightly mad, you didn’t want to find what he did for a more serious punishment.

Apparently, that action was something that turned him on even more, his breath hitching as neared closure. In broken whispers he demanded that again and you complied, wanting to get done with it.

He growled in the moment of his release and you tried to lean back but his grip didn’t relent. “Swallow.” His grainy, exasperated voice said out loud and you knew better than to defy.

He released you and you fell on to the rug, hip bruising by knocking into some furniture and tears coming back again after being hydrated by his seed. He packed himself, his smile smug and content as his expressions truly resembled ecstasy being personified.

“You be a good fiancée from now on and maybe you’ll have all your friends alive and present at our wedding. No cheeky business from now on, got it?” Steve hummed then and strutted out, not even bothering to listen to your reply.

As soon as the door slammed, your eyes closed and your demons danced again.

There was no right direction to take when you were stuck in a loop.

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unpretty · 3 years

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astielle ch 28 spoiler ask dump~~

anonymous asked:

Tauril-form is puberty, because that's when his voice changes. Abysscale-form is college-age because that's when he goes to his first orgy.

anonymous asked:

You called Abysscale-form college-age (which does not preclude teenage sexscapades given the ages that go to college) and that tracks with how I think of Tauril-form as going through puberty (because of the voice-change). But if Tauril is the horny teenager that's kind of sad. Because as Minnow has pointed out many times That Dick Will Kill.

not each other, it won't!! although i imagine taurils sleeping with each other would have the bro-iest vibe. very bill and ted. taurils also have Options with people who aren't giant bull centaurs, it's just awkward is all. fortunately for everyone taurils are actually adults and are not full of hormones, they just have zero impulse control and when they like someone they want to impress them and spend time with them and it doesn't necessarily occur to them to get their dicks involved in the situation (karzarul's mind was elsewhere the first time he was a tauril)

anonymous asked:

When Violet said monsters make the best mercenaries and throw the best parties I didn't think about it, but the fact that all the impyrs came into being with swordsmanship skills equal to Lynette probably had something to do with the former. Even if ten isn't that many, THEY COME BACK. (Eventually. In, like, a month.) And the others probably learned from Lynette, even if they died. Lynette's unintentional teaching, back again.

they learned from the best murdering them repeatedly

anonymous asked:

When Ari is repopulating, and he skips Black Drakonis, he says "Makes sense." But he's surprised when Violet points out that Black Drakonis is missing, so it sounds like he at least had a theory/assumption at the time for why she was skipped, but it doesn't match with the new information.

he initially just assumed that black drakonis had managed to avoid being killed the whole time, which made sense because she's a big dragon and she can just fly away if someone is trying to murder her. but generally if a bigass monster is alive someone is going to see it, especially her, because she likes finding population centers to try to guard.

anonymous asked:

"It also occurred to him that trying to get Minnow to act like she lived in a society since they were young may have negatively impacted his sense of what constituted an acceptable thing to say to a person while his dick was out." Is just HILARIOUS.

anonymous asked:

Honestly I can relate to Leonas cause just last week I was like 'I keep falling asleep in class maybe I should develop a caffeine addiction' and one of my friends was like 'pls eat more food' so I started to actually have breakfast and an after work snack and I magically stopped falling asleep in class

anonymous asked:

Minnow's hips don't lie, but castle ruins are strangely deceptive.

everyone who wasn't following along when astielleblogging intersected with kink taxonomy hell is going to be so confused if/when minnow finally gets stuck somewhere

@9ofspades asked:

Ari is my favorite again and I want him to have actual eternity to be happy with his poly soulmate throuple together. And also his big monster family. Also I think he's wrong about what the core of the Heir and Hero are - both of them have, deep in the core of their souls, the fact that they are Monsterfuckers.

for the record i have a post in my drafts with all of your readalong asks and i still haven't decided what to do with them but i enjoyed them IMMENSELY

anonymous asked:

>looking for food >ask the cook if their food is earthy or wet >she doesn't understand >pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is earthy and what is wet >she laughs and says "it's good food sir" >buy some food >its wet

@ivylaughed asked:

I love the tumblr meme references in Astielle. The guards bringing their own knives; there being an infinite variety of brassica oleracea; the fucking chocolate guy. I'm half-waiting for a children's hospital/color theory reference. Thank you for the easter eggs.

i'm glad someone read 'chocolate birdhouse' and immediately thought THAT FUCKING CHOCOLATE GUY AGAIN ashjasd

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say that as a plant nerd and forager I deeply appreciated Minnow's surprisingly accurate botany lesson.

unfortunately all the books that leonas gave minnow are still at her house and so she cannot cite sources for the existence of hemlock, queen anne's lace, and giant hogweed

anonymous asked:

“I think you overestimate people’s willingness to admit when things don’t make sense to them," lmao Minnow has a point

will the two men she is with learn from this and start admitting when they don't know things they think they should and are confused? absolutely not.

anonymous asked:

XD Ari hears "Kavid" and immediately attempts a strategic retreat.

anonymous asked:

“‘you should get dressed’ is a complete sentence.” Is making me laugh.

it's probably for the best because if he actually had known all three of them were out there it would have taken him like an hour to get ready and he would have had at least one breakdown about how none of his outfits were good enough and it was all nari's fault

anonymous asked:

Kavid: I will be happy to HAVE YOU ALL *lascivious eyebrow wiggle* at my earliest convenience.

anonymous asked:

"he gets smaller" "in this weather who doesn't?" KITTY PLZZZ

anonymous asked:

I can't decide whether I love or hate Kavid - I have a very Specific idea in mind for his voice, though I admittedly can't figure out where I'm pulling it from. He is an Excellent character though. Lovely chapter as always :D

anonymous asked:

Before, I was entertained by Kavid. Now I love him.

anonymous asked:

Kitty, Kraven and Kavid have similar speech patterns on purpose, right??? Right?????

i was honestly imagining some kind of nonsense faux-european what-country-is-this-even-from hollywood accent but imagining that he has sounded extremely russian this whole time is extremely funny

@rose-and-bones asked:

SHE HAS A TYPE aghfgstjs

minnow having a thing for obnoxiously pretty men who think they're great aka self-recognition through the other (horny)

@speakingintothevoid asked:

“You are,” Leonas said, “an egotistical, self-important fop.” “Ye-e-es,” Kavid said without shame. “She has a type, does Starlight.” I! LOVE!! IT!!! Makes me almost think of Violet and Karzarul - our point of view character being faced with a version of themselves who are more comfortable in their own skin and our boys not knowing why that annoys them

@keleviel asked:

I rescind my earlier mild disdain, Kavid is great. Is he actually The Greatest Of Bards, or is that just more showmanship?

he rocks about as hard as you can rock on a lyre, which is probably harder than you'd think (especially if you brought a lot of drummers) (which he does)

anonymous asked:

Jakshahshsh every time a new astielle chapter comes out i read it at least twice. Kavid i love you. Leonas i love you also you fucked up lil man. And karzarul the seat. And minnow the mischievous. and just. poor nari. existing in the same world as minnow and her all-powerful boyfriends and also kavid. nari needs a raise

she really does

anonymous asked:

Bruce in Office Meeting and Leonas grabbing the wine when Kavid starts talking about Imperials solidarity.

anonymous asked:

"You would like to compare notes?""Always." Brilliant. Leonas to a t. Loving this interlude with kavid. Snuggly tipsy leonas is a treat. kavids talk of how the weather makes all of us smaller had me cackling. Also this batshit imperial conspiracy is gr8

anonymous asked:

I am suddenly much less comfortable about Leonas performing medical experiments on Minnow, though no fault of his own. :(

@mooseman13579 asked:

Leonas finding out about the weird sun empire truther stuff: haha I'm in danger

the real unanswered question is how much of this is news and how much of it is stuff he already knew and assumed was normal

@thegayknee asked:

Holy shit this is it, isnt it. This is how they fix karzarul's reputation and expose Leland. With the power of Kavid

anonymous asked:

Karzarul's Questlog: "Work on our Image" updated, The Tale of Hollow Monsters delivered to bard.

anonymous asked:

just how many of her lovers is minnow going to recruit into her questing party

she should probably be swapping people out to keep their levels consistent but instead she just keeps karzarul and leonas as her companions for every single quest

@flying-butter asked:

"Details! I need details!" "The king sucks." This is every conversation with any of the trio. Minnow likely knows how to complete half of Ari's quests and Leonas the other half, but no one talks about anything without prompting.

minnow just assumes that everyone knows what she knows because she can't possibly be the brains of the operation and meanwhile karzarul and leonas are both busy having shame

anonymous asked:

i was so excited for the lore drop but the moment Leonas sat in Karzarul's lap my brain just shut off

@themaidenisdeath asked:

oh yes, as we all know, "all business" and "taciturn" are the first words that come to mind when we think of Minnow. It reminded me of when she met Karzarul and he told her she was particularly chatty for hero. Sorry Kavid, you're just neither a Sweet, Considerate Monster with a Dick of Steel And Tentacles To Match™ nor a Twink Prince With Silky Hair, Dom Tendencies And Weird Dietary Beliefs™

@halfdeadfriedrice asked:

"what Hero business?" / "I'm the Hero. All my business is Hero business." You tell em Minnow! And then it turns out to be Quest relevant after all; all business is Hero business Also kavid's last night's makeup and messy convertible couch covered in laundry with half-empty wine bottles on the floor is THEE most visually resonant, I feel like I am visiting a college friend

leonas got very lucky that there weren't any cigarette butts floating in that wine because in his mood he might have just drank it anyway

#original #astielleblogging #writeblogging #astielle spoilers

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The one where you comfort him

It had been just under 2 months since the battle of Sokovia, when I had used my healing abilities to bring Pietro Maximoff back to life. Before this, I had only healed mild wounds, cuts and sprains, so after the shock of realising I was able to resurrect, my god complex was at an all time high. Pietro and his sister weren’t all too fond of me to begin with, given the destruction my father’s weapons had brought upon their lives. However, they certainly warmed up to me after I saved Pietro. I’m not all that mad about it though, I mean, who doesn’t love a good ol’ enemies to lovers trope? I know this isn’t wholly appropriate to think, considering that he is my teammate and dating him would cause a plethora of issues. But, he’s a 6 foot tall, blue eyed boy with an 8 pack and a slavic accent, how could I not think about such things?

Adjusting to American life as avengers hadn’t been easy for the twins, but I’d like to think that I was helpful as possible, introducing them to American traditions and assisting them in improving their English. Although, regardless of any of my actions, or any of the teams’, it was apparent Pietro wasn’t adjusting all that well. Wanda had mentioned to me he had quite a reputation in Sokovia, and was anything but introverted, yet here it appeared that he had completely retreated into his shell. I mean, can’t really blame him though, if I was resurrected I think I would have gone through a full scale mental breakdown, wondering whether my life had meaning, and whether I was meant to be revived in the first place. Oh, and he was also living with the person who invented the things which were responsible for his parents death, so that probably wasn't very fun.

Wanda had gone out to pick up the takeaway we were having for dinner with Natasha, Clint and Steve. Whilst it may have seemed a little excessive to bring 4 people to pick up takeaway to anyone else, you must be reminded how much food it takes to take to feed a team of ‘enhanced individuals’ as the government calls us. I mean, Pietro can eat 5 whole pizzas on his own without breaking a sweat.

Bruce and my dad were in the lab, so I went looking for my favourite wannabe Guy Fieri so I wasn’t standing around the compound by myself like a sad loner (I mean seriously, with that hair he could be a Vegas impersonator or something (perhaps a future career to pursue if this whole ‘avengers thing’ doesn’t work out??)).

I walked towards his bedroom and knocked lightly, not wanting to waltz into his room unannounced. He opened the door, the somber impression that was present on his face fading rather quickly, and was replaced by a false sense of content.

‘Hey princeza, you want to come into my room?’ he said playfully, a small smirk forming on his lips.

‘Sure I don’t mind, just wanted someone to talk to. Everyone is either in the lab or going to get food.’ I stated rather bluntly, butterflies appearing once I noticed how close he was to me.

He opened the door wider and gestured for me to enter his room. I entered and immediately noticed The Dick Van Dyke Show playing on his TV. ‘odd choice’ I thought to myself.

‘Didn’t take you as someone who liked watching old American sitcoms, Pietro’ I said, chuckling slightly

At my remark, his face dropped slightly, as he stared reminiscently at the TV.

I looked at him, and realised tears were beginning to well in his eyes.

‘Are you ok?’ I asked, to which he cleared his throat and responded

with ‘fine’ rather harshly.

Instinctively, I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, to which he failed to shake off, and began to speak, starting to sense what the matter was.

‘ Hey, I know you’ve had to be strong for the longest time. You’ve had to be there to protect your sister, comfort her, and suppress your own feelings in the process. But listen to me when I say this, Piet, you don’t have to be so strong anymore. You no longer have to suppress all these emotions you feel. You have Clint, Nat, the whole team. I momentarily averted my gaze, before staring into his sapphire eyes once more. You have me.

Tears welled in his eyes, and I was quickly pulled into his chest. My heart ached for him as he clung to me tightly whilst sobbing. I began to lightly rub his back with one hand, and stroked his hair gently with the other, softly muttering ‘its ok, you're safe with me’.

I know, I know, it all seems very cringe worthy. But honestly, I was just proud that I wasn’t laughing. You see, I'm not all that good at comforting others.

After a moment, he sniffled and gently pulled away, eyes puffy.

I smiled gently at him, and stroked his cheek, in an attempt to provide some comfort.

‘I'll be there to listen if you want to talk. No matter what time it is, where we are, come and find me. To remind you that after everything that has happened, you’re finally safe. And, whilst the events of the past cannot be erased, to remind you that you’re going to be ok. Because you don’t have to suffer alone anymore.’

‘Princeza, that sounds like something in one of those stupid American movies’ He said, laughing heartily whilst wiping his tears.

‘I was trying to be comforting!!’ I exclaimed, my smile mirroring his

‘Yes, well, maybe don't do that again, because it was really, really bad’ He chuckled once more before seeing a slight pout evident on my lips, following up his previous remark with a ‘ok, ok I am joking.. It was pretty cute.’

“Aha! I knew it!!’ I shouted, whilst playfully slapping his arm

We were silent for a moment, before he moved himself closer to me and shifted his gaze from my eyes to my lips ( which honestly made me feel like I was about to have a goddamn heart attack ). He continued to close the distance between us, and placed a passionate yet gentle kiss on my lips.

He pulled away, and noticed my visibly shocked impression (honestly, at this moment I was just thinking how dead I was gonna be when my dad found out. But also like !!! he kissed me!! )

‘What? You didn’t see that coming?’ He said playfully

‘You know, you really need to get a new catchphrase. Because that one, is absolutely horrible.’ I said, before I leaned in for another kiss.

Note: So i’ve never rlly written anything before so this is probably not the best. But, I was bored and didn’t want to study so here we are. Lmk if there are any ways I can improve !!

#pietro maximoff #pietro #marvel #mcu #age of ultron #aou #pietro x reader #pietro x y/n #wanda maximoff #maximoff twins #pietrooneshot #pietro fluff #pietroangst #pietro maximoff fluff #pietro maximoff angst

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