#...can’t even begin to describe my rage

[willowbelle]

Hunger

luffy & jealousy + possessiveness

per this request from my 500 follower event!

❤︎ luffy x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: jealousy, infatuation, breast play, oral (f receiving), first-time-sex, wall-sex, messy sex, possessive sex, use of “say you’re mine”, fluff.

summary: luffy is confused about his emotions, therapist/mother robin to the rescue, luffy is jealous of seeing reader with someone else, luffy confesses his love for reader, reader is a bit of a tease, luffy is a bit of a softdom, luffy is silly, fluff, possessive sex ensues.

word count: ~5,000

tagging: @luckycheesecakeangel @missmugiwara @bby-deerling @3v37773 @laylaloves-ed @shamblespirate @lowkeycasanova @maddddstuff

Hunger

Luffy is a force to be reckoned with. 

A dream-driven man with a stong heart and big goals. 

The strawhat captain seems to always possess an infectiously optimistic and cheerful demeanor, seemingly boundless in its exuberance.

And yet, something seemed to shift in Luffy when you joined his crew. 

Something foreign stirred within the rubber man’s heart at the sight of you with someone else.

His once unwavering buoyant spirit falters, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. His demeanor, once brimming with optimism, now bore traces of insecurity and envy, casting an unusual shadow over his usual vibrant presence.

----

As he sits alone on the deck of The Sunny, his gaze lifts towards you nestled in the crow's nest alongside Usopp, sharing laughter and conversation as you peer through the telescope onto the open sea.

A knot begins to tighten in his stomach, a feeling he’s never experienced before. It’s a surge of conflicting emotions—longing mingled with frustration, desire tempered by insecurity. He can’t quite place it; it’s alien, unsettling, and leaves him feeling confused and frustrated by its elusivity. 

He balls his fists, shuts his eyes tightly and wrinkles his nose before letting out a frustrated sigh. What was happening to him? He’s going to be the King of the Pirates, he can’t be held back by something he doesn’t even understand. 

This uncharted territory challenges Luffy. He’s always been fearless, plunging himself into uncertain situations without a second thought; blinding following his heart as he charges through predicaments with a wide smile and laughter as his battle cry. His courage knows no bounds, once he sets his mind to something, he'll stop at nothing to achieve it. 

Yet, in this moment of solitude on the deck, he finds himself grappling with an emotion entirely alien to him. Despite his typical determination to conquer any challenge, this unfamiliar tide of jealousy erodes his confidence, tickles his skin and buries its way into his conscience, leaving him exposed and adrift in uncertainty.

----

Robin is quiet in her approach, slipping beside the captain completely unnoticed as his eyes are still screwed shut, internally wrestling with his emotions. 

“Luffy,” the tall woman says quietly, placing a gentle hand on her captain’s shoulder, “Are you alright?” 

Luffy's eyes flicker open at the touch of Robin's hand on his shoulder, surprise evident in his expression as he turns to look at her. He finds solace in her motherly presence, her calm demeanor a soothing contrast to the turmoil raging within him.

For once, he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I- I don't know, Robin. Something feels off. Never felt like this before."

Robin's gaze softens, her understanding evident as she meets his eyes. "Emotions can be complex, Luffy. Even the strongest of us struggle with them from time to time." She rubs soothing circles into his shoulder as she speaks, “Can you describe what you’ve been feeling?”

Luffy lets out a long exhale, his shoulders relaxing under Robin's soothing touch.

"It's like... there's this tight knot in my chest," he begins, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant, "I've always charged into things without thinking too much, but now... it's different. There's this feeling of... of wanting something I can't have, and it's driving me crazy."

"Are you thinking about something or someone in particular?" Robin inquires, sensing the shift in his persona.

Luffy's gaze shifts, his expression reflecting a mix of hesitation and vulnerability. "Yeah... I'm thinking about her," he confesses, eyes darting upwards to you in the crow’s nest, his voice barely above a whisper.

Robin hums and nods understandingly, her eyes empathetic as she waits for him to continue.

"She's always been there, you know?" Luffy continues, his voice gaining strength with each word. "But seeing her up there with Usopp... it's like a punch to the gut. What does that mean, Robin?"

The tall woman chuckles warmly, impressed by her captain’s vulnerability. 

“I think you’re jealous, captain,” she speaks kindly, but there’s a hint of amusement evident in her tone. 

"Jealous?" the rubber man questions.

"It’s a natural emotion that arises when we feel threatened by the possibility of losing something or someone we care about to someone else." she begins, "It can stem from a fear of being replaced or left behind, or from a deep-rooted desire to possess what we perceive as rightfully ours," Robin elaborates, her tone patient and empathetic.

Luffy reacts with immediate defiance, as is his custom, shaking his head adamantly in denial.

 "Me? Jealous? Pfft, no way!" he retorts, his stubbornness evident in his refusal to accept her diagnosis.

Robin offers a knowing smile, recognizing Luffy's typical reluctance to acknowledge his vulnerabilities.

"Luffy, it's okay to feel jealous," she reassures him, her voice gentle yet firm. "It's a natural part of being human. It’s completely normal to feel this way, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. It doesn't make you any less strong or brave."

Luffy grumbles under his breath, still reluctant to admit to himself that he's experiencing such a seemingly weak emotion.

"But think about it, Luffy," Robin continues, her tone encouraging. "Jealousy shows that you care deeply about this person, that they mean a lot to you. It's a sign of the strength of your feelings."

Luffy's expression softens as he considers Robin's words, a flicker of understanding dawning in his eyes.

"Maybe you're right, Robin," he admits reluctantly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But what do I do about it?"

"Well, first, you acknowledge your feelings," she advises, "Then, you talk about them, like you're doing now.”

Determination has found him again, and Luffy rises from the deck, courage etched into every line of his expression. He turns to Robin, his eyes alight with determination.

"I'm going to talk to her!" he declares, his voice ringing with a familiar conviction.

Robin smiles, her pride evident as she nods in approval. "I'm proud of you, Luffy. Remember, honesty and sincerity will always guide you."

----

With those words echoing in his mind, Luffy sets off across the deck, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he approaches the crow’s, his nerves threaten to overwhelm him, but he pushes them aside, focusing on the goal ahead, like he always does. 

Luffy ascends the steps to the crow's nest with a determined stride, his heart beating a steady rhythm of courage. As he reaches the top, he finds you and Usopp engrossed in conversation, your laughter mingling with the gentle breeze.

"Hey, Luffy!" Usopp greets him with a wide grin, but Luffy's focus remains on you.

"I need to talk to you!" Luffy blurts out. 

You look up at your captain, surprise flickering across your features at his sudden request.

"Sure, Luffy! What's on your mind?"

“J-Just come with me!” the strawhat captain stammers. 

You exchange a curious glance with Usopp before nodding, intrigued by Luffy's urgency. Following him down from the crow's nest, you make your way to his quarters so you can talk in private. 

"What's going on, Luffy?" you ask, concern knitting your brow as you take in the seriousness etched into his expression.

But instead of answering, he simply rushes forwards, abruptly pressing you against the wall and immediately closing the distance by crashing his lips onto yours. 

“Mm!” you let out a surprised whimper as your captain’s lips roughly meet yours. 

Caught completely off guard by Luffy's sudden and bold move, you freeze for a moment, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. His lips against yours ignite a fire within you, stirring feelings you never knew existed.

As his kiss deepens, you find yourself responding instinctively, melting into the warmth of his embrace. His lips are rough and chapped but you don’t care, you just want this to continue. The world around you fades away, leaving only the sensation of his lips moving against yours, the beat of his heart echoing in sync with your own.

When Luffy finally pulls back, his eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

"I... I'm sorry," he stammers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I just... I had to do that."

But before he can say more, you reach out and gently cup his face in your hands, a soft smile playing on your lips.

"Luffy, it's okay," you reassure him, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time too."

Relief floods over Luffy's features, his eyes sparkling with joy as he realizes that his feelings are reciprocated. Without another word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if never wanting to let go.

“What finally made you do it, Luffy?” you whisper softly, the inquiry warm against his neck.

Luffy pulls back slightly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of bashfulness and determination.

"I couldn't hold it in any longer," your captain admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Seeing you up there in the crow's nest, laughing and talking with Usopp... I realized how much you mean to me. I didn't want to waste any more time pretending that I didn't feel this way."

Your heart swells at his confession, the warmth of his words enveloping you like a comforting embrace.

"I'm glad you didn't," you reply softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I've been wanting to kiss you for so long."

A grin spreads across Luffy's face, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Me too," he admits, leaning in to brush his lips against yours once more.

“So captain,” you whisper sensually into his mouth, running a finger down his scarred chest, “You were jealous?”

Luffy’s breath hitches in his throat at your advancement; the feeling of your fingertip gliding down his body makes his skin tingle with something new. It’s exhilarating, arousing. 

“Y-Yes, y/n,” your captain stammers, his voice uncharacteristically shy, “I was so jealous..”

“Mmm,” you hum softly, eyes blown with lust as you gaze up at him, “Why don’t you show me just how jealous you were?”

Luffy's breath catches in his throat at your sultry suggestion, his heart pounding with desire as he meets your gaze, filled with a hunger that mirrors his own.

Without a word, he leans in closer, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that ignites a fire within both of you. His hands roam eagerly over your body, tracing every curve and eliciting soft moans of pleasure from your lips.

His kiss is primal, not practiced; he’s simply acting on instinct, letting human nature take the reigns.

“Oh, Luffy,” you whimper into his mouth, bringing your hands up to tangle your fingers in his mess of dark hair. 

As the heat between you intensifies, Luffy's passion burns bright, fueled by the jealousy that had consumed him moments before.

Luffy's hands explore your body with an eagerness that sends shivers down your spine. Each touch, each caress, is fueled by a primal desire to claim you as his own, to show you just how fiercely he wants you. 

His movements are hurried and clumsy, he’s clearly out of his element, but you couldn’t care less, you just want his hands on you, regardless of  how haphazardly they behave. 

 His hands roam hungrily over your sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he pulls you closer.

“Y/n,” the captain rasps into your mouth, “Need you” 

You shiver at the rasp of his voice against your lips, the urgency in his touch igniting something fierce within you.

“Then take me, Captain,” 

Your words hang in the air, charged with desire and anticipation, as you meet his gaze with unwavering intensity. In that moment, there's no hesitation, no doubt.

With a primal growl of need, he crushes his chapped lips to yours once more, his touch becoming more urgent, more desperate as he pulls you closer.

His calloused hands travel up your torso to grasp your breasts through your shirt, making you let out a whimper at the sensation. He’s rough, not thinking twice as he lets his yearning speak for him; undeniably Luffy. 

Lost in the heat of the moment, you give yourself over completely to him, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of his touch and the overwhelming emotions that consume you both. 

You let your eyes roll back as Luffy presses you harder into the wall, the grip he has on your breasts never faltering as he haphazardly snakes his tongue into your mouth. 

“Mm, L-Luffy-” you whine, letting your captain have his way with you. 

“All mine,” he groans into your open mouth, “You’re all mine.”

A playful smirk curves your lips as you pull back just slightly, teasing him with your proximity. 

You know your captain can’t ignore a challenge. 

“Prove it,” you whisper sensually. 

Without a word, he responds with actions rather than words, his hands moving with purpose as he trails kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch is possessive, claiming you as his own with each caress, each tender stroke.

You gasp at the intensity of his touch, your body arching into his as he keeps you pressed firmly against the wall. 

An amused chuckle rumbles out of his chest as your body melts to his touch. 

He continues down your neck, speaking into your skin in between kisses,

"You like that, don't 'cha?"

His kisses are rough and quick, but they leave your skin goosebump-ridden and undeniably needy, eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips as he trails down to your chest.

"Off, off," the captain whines eagerly, his hands tugging impatiently at the hem of your shirt. His urgency sparks a giggle from you, and you oblige his needy request, slowly peeling the garment from your body, revealing the bare expanse of your skin underneath.

As the fabric falls away, his eyes widen, drinking in the sight before him with unabashed hunger.

With your shirt removed, you feel a rush of exhilaration, basking in the raw desire reflected in Luffy's eyes. You shyly turn your head, blood rushing to your face as his gaze roams hungrily over your exposed skin, his breath growing heavier with each passing moment.

“W-Woah!” he exclaims, astonished, “You look so beautiful!”

Without hesitation, he leans in, his lips trailing a path of fire along your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your breath hitches at the sensation, your hands instinctively tangling in his hair as you pull him closer.

He’s hot to the touch and his breath is no different, sending a rush of heat down to find its home in your core. 

Your legs suddenly feel weak, threatening to give out beneath you at the intensity of the situation; Luffy’s hands exploring your body, his rough lips against your skin. It's magnificent, allconsuming. 

“Luffy,” you whimper, desperate for more stimulation. 

The strawhat captain chuckles warmly against your skin, pleased at your desperation. 

“Ya must really want me, huh?” he teases, sinking to his knees in front of you. 

You playfully swat at the top of his head as he assumes his new position. 

“Oh shush,” you tease, sucking in your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch Luffy bite at the waistband of your skirt. 

As Luffy kneels before you, a mischievous glint dances in his eyes, his fingers deftly working at the waistband of your skirt. With a playful tug, he begins to slide the fabric down your legs, his movements slow and deliberate as he reveals more of your trembling form.

As the fabric finally pools at your feet, you stand before him completely exposed, your skin flushed with arousal and anticipation. Luffy's gaze roams unapologetically over your body, his expression one of pure hunger as he takes in the sight.

To your astonishment, you could just make out the faint hint of drool pooling at the corners of his lips.

Without a word, he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he presses his lips to the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urge him closer, desperate for more of his touch.

In this moment, there's no room for hesitation or restraint—only the overwhelming need to lose yourself in the ecstasy of his touch, to surrender completely to his advancements.

As Luffy's lips trail higher along your inner thigh, a shiver of anticipation courses through you, your breath hitching with each tender kiss. His touch is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body and leaving you yearning for more.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” he rasps quietly against your flesh. 

You feel a surge of heat pooling in your core, aching to be released, as Luffy's warm breath fans against your skin. With each passing moment, the intensity of the sensation builds, drawing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

You cling to him desperately, your fingers threading through his hair as you guide him ever closer to the source of your desire. 

“P-Please, Captain,” you whine. 

And when his lips finally meet your clothed slit, you let out a soft cry of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

He immediately hooks a finger beneath your panties, unable to resist any longer, he tugs the fabric aside, revealing your soaking cunt.

He lets out a pleased sigh, pupils growing wide with hunger at the heavenly sight.

His tongue meets your slit immediately, not even waiting a second before it starts hungrily slipping up and down your aching sex. 

“Mm, L-Luffy!” you stammer, letting out a weak cry of pleasure.

Luffy's ministrations are relentless, each flick of his tongue sending you spiraling further into the depths of pleasure.

He lets out a hearty moan into your cunt as he continues his efforts,

“Damn, you taste so delicious, y/n.”

As Luffy’s tongue continues to trace patterns of pure bliss, you begin to lose your composure, breathing growing heavy as you seem to melt into the wall you’re pressed against. 

With a primal growl of ravenousness, Luffy takes your thigh in his hand, his touch both firm and gentle as he raises your leg to rest it upon his strong shoulder. The new position grants him even greater access to his feast, allowing him to delve deeper into your most intimate depths.

“O-Oh, Captain-!” you moan shakily, engrossed with the feeling of his hot tongue meeting new parts of your pussy. 

He's messy and uncoordinated, slobbering all over your cunt as he devours it feverishly.

Your breaths come in quick, shallow gasps, chest rising and falling with the rhythm of your arousal. Your cheeks flush with warmth, the heat of your pleasure painting your face in crimson. Your skin feels feverish under Luffy’s tongue, each flick igniting a blaze of euphoria that spreads through your body and leaves you trembling.

His movemenrts are undeniably sloppy, but beneath the messiness, there’s an unmistakable underbelly of desperation, hunger, longing. 

With each passing moment, the intensity of the pleasure builds, drawing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. You cling to him desperately, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you surrender completely to the overwhelming sensation.

“L-Luffy,” you huff weakly, “I-I’m close-”

The rubber man doubles his efforts, flicking his tongue more feverishly now, latching onto your clit and sucking hard at the aching nub. 

"Mmm, y/n-"

In an instant, you’re gushing onto his tongue, making him groan heartily as he laps up all of your essence. 

You bask in the glow of your pleasure, legs trembling as you struggle to stand, face flushed hot with the intensity of your oirgasm. 

Luffy's laughter rings out, a joyful sound that fills the air as he rises from his knees, his eyes sparkling with both pleasure and amusement. 

“That was so fun!”

With a playful grin, he leans in, capturing your gasping mouth with his own in a searing kiss.

“Wanna have more fun with ya,” the captain smirks. 

His urgency makes you giggle, blush decorating your cheeks. With a playful grin of your own, you nod eagerly, your heart pounding with anticipation.

“I want you so badly, Luffy,” you nip at his neck.

He wastes no time in tugging his pants down as his tongue dances with yours, his cock springing free and hitting against his toned abdomen with a lewd smack. 

He chuckles into your mouth at the sensation, amused by his own arousal. 

His desisres and primal and raw, and he can’t shake his unwavering desire to be inside you.

In an instant, Luffy lifts you effortlessly into his arms, pressing you against the wall with a new sense of urgency. Your heart races as you feel his powerful muscles flexing beneath you, his warmth enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

“L-Luffy-”

You gasp at the suddenness of his movement, your body tingling with anticipation as he holds you close, his gaze locked with yours in a silent promise of passion. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“W-Wanna be in you,” he rasps into the dip of your neck, his breath hot against your flesh, “Wanna show you you’re all mine.”

As you’re suspended against the wall in his arms, he brings a hand down to grasp his needy cock, moving forwards to begin rubbing it against your weeping slit, the friction making you whimper with need.

As Luffy continues to rub himself against your slick folds, the intensity of the sensation builds; each movement sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you gasping and whimpering with need.

“Luffy,” you whine, “Please, fuck me-”

Your captain chuckles at your desperation, continuing his efforts as he groans softly into your collarbone.

“You’re so warm,” he sighs shakily, “Gonna squeeze me so tight.”

Your skin tingles with anticipation as you feel him pressing against you, his cock hard and eager against your aching core. 

His tip meets your entrance with a precautionary nudge, and he glaces up at you, a wide smile decorating his face. 

“You ready for me?” he asks, his voice filled with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

“Yes, Luffy,” you whimper, your voice laden with need, “Please-” 

And with that, Luffy presses forward, his cock sliding effortlessly into your slick heat. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel him filling you completely, stretching you in all the right ways.

“O-Oh, captain!” you moan, letting your eyes roll back in your skull as he stuffs you full.

He groans heartily as he buries himself deep inside your tight heat, pressing you harder into the wall as he finally bottoms out. 

“Damnit,” he rasps, slurring his words as pleasure consumes him, “S-So tight-never felt this before-”

His admission sends a thrill of satisfaction coursing through you, knowing that you are the one who has ignited this newfound passion within him.

Soon enough, he’s pulling his hips back to thrust into you, completely driven by instinct. 

With each thrust, he drives deeper, his movements becoming more urgent and intense. You cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his muscular back as you cry out in pleasure. 

His thrusts are feverish and uncoordinated, but the way his tip kisses your cervix has you seeing stars, and you simply can’t get enough. 

“Luffy-!" you whine, “F-Fuck-”

As he continues to move inside you, his groans of pleasure fill the air, mingling with your own cries of ecstasy.

You can feel him trembling with pleasure, his body pressed against yours as he loses himself in the intoxicating sensation of being engulfed in you.

"Y/n," he groans, his voice shaky and raspy, the intensity of his desire evident in every word. "Say it," he grits his teeth as he speaks, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment. "Say you're mine."

Your head feels fuzzy and your vision is hazy as Luffy continues pounding into you, filling you with only visions of him and his brutal thrusts. 

“I-I’m yours, Luffy-!” you whine, your voice becoming hoarse, “I’m all yours-!”

"Good," the rubber man chuckles, a wide, toothy grin tugging at his lips as he revels in your admission, "That's what I want to hear."

He leans forward, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck as he continues to drive into you with increasing fervor. Each thrust is more forceful than the last, the sensation of his teeth against your skin sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

“F-Fuck, L-Luffy,” you curse shakily, feeling the coil tighten in your lower stomach as you rapidly approach the brink of your impending orgasm.

“Yeah?” he groans, “Are ya close baby? I can feel ya shaking,” he giggles, his skin meeting yours with a lewd smack with each thrust.

Despite the roughness of his actions, there's a tenderness in his touch—a raw, primal need to possess you completely. With each bite, each thrust, he claims you as his own, leaving no doubt in your mind as to where you belong.

“Y-Yes, captain,” you moan unapologetically, “Please d-don’t stop-!”

As he rams into you with reckless abandon, you can feel the tension building within you, the pressure of his desire pushing you closer and closer to the edge. With each passing moment, the fire of your passion burns hotter and hotter, threatening to consume you both in its fiery embrace.

“Fuck, y/n-”

He groans through gritted teeth as he reaches his own peak, trembling as he holds you up. With one final, brutal thrust, he spills his hot cum deep inside you, painting your insides white with his release.

You reach your own climax in tandem with him, the intensity of your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Your legs shake uncontrollably as they remain wrapped around his waist, the waves of pleasure washing over you with an undeniable force.

“L-Luffy,” you whimper, overwhelmed by pleasure, clinging to him desperately.

You collapse into each other's arms, spent and sated, basking in the glow of your shred ecstasy. 

“Mine.” Luffy giggles, rubbing comforting circles into the apple of your cheek as he kisses you gently. 

“Yours,” you smile against his lips. 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

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[futuremrsreid]

Redemption (S.R.)

Summary: When Spencer risks his life on a case and doesn't want to see how dangerous it was, reader tries to talk some sense into him. It results in a lot of yelling and some other things.

A/N: So..... smutty angst, as promised <3 I hurt myself while writing this. Enjoy.

Content Warning: Smut (18+), very very mildly dubious consent, a bit of dark Spencer but he's just traumatized, angst, sad, dominant Spencer, kinda sub reader

Word Count: 4,1k

I was pissed. Actually, pissed didn’t even begin to describe the rage I felt at that moment. 

We were currently in Florida, hunting another psychopathic bastard as always. Everything was fine and under control, up until the moment Dr. Spencer fucking Reid decided it would be a good idea to drive to the unsubs location alone because he was “closest to him” and because we “didn’t have time” and nearly got himself killed in the process. Luke and I had arrived just in time to prevent disaster, but Spencer still got a few bruises on his face. 

I was furious and let him feel it by yelling at him while he was getting checked out in the ambulance. But like always, my yelling resulted in his yelling. We went at it for a couple of minutes but Emily put a stop to it before it got really bad, concerned about the reporters at the scene who already started to take a few pictures of us.

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We didn’t talk or look at each other for the rest of the case. Emily let Spencer get away with it because everything turned out fine, but I was not feeling gracious. 

When Garcia informed us that there was a storm that would delay our flight for the next couple of hours, Emily decided that we should just spend another night in the city and fly back in the morning. We all drove back to the hotel and when we arrived, I was on Spencer's heels all the way from the car to his room. He didn’t even try to stop me, he knew there was no point to it.

“That was so fucking irresponsible, Spencer! What were you thinking”, I started to yell as soon as I had closed the door behind me. I wanted to say “stupid” instead of “irresponsible” but decided against it. I wanted him to understand that he can’t do shit like this, and not insult him.

“It worked out fine, y/n. I don’t understand why you’re getting yourself worked up over this!” He rubbed his hand over the side of his face, clearly done listening to me.

“It only worked out fine because Luke broke like every rule you can break in traffic to get to the scene as fast as possible!”

“Oh right, Luke, my hero. I should go thank him, don’t you think?” he chuckled humorlessly and rolled his eyes.

“Maybe! He’s the reason you’re not dead.” I tried lowering my voice. This wasn’t our first fight, and I have learned in the past that screaming won’t help.

“I would have been fine! I had it under control, y/n. God, just leave me alone”, he spat and I felt a stabbing in my chest at the way he didn’t want to see how much danger he put himself in.

This wasn’t the first time he risked his life like that and I hated it. All of us hated it. Spencer seemed drawn to dangerous situations, it had been that way when I joined the team and from stories the others told me, it had been this way before that.

When I met Spencer, he was freshly out of Prison. They hired me together with Matt after Agent Walker died. The first time I saw him, I knew I had to befriend him. What I didn’t know was how easy it would be and how much easier it would be to fall in love with him. 

I tried to push it down, to get rid of it, scared that it would ruin everything, but there was no way of falling out of love with him, which made the situation even harder. Spencer didn’t seem to realize how much he hurt me whenever he risked his life like this. I wasn’t even sure he realized how much I cared about him. 

“I’m not going to leave until you admit that you were wrong.” 

“Well, this is going to be a long night then, because that’s never gonna happen.” He turned and walked away from me, removing his suit jacket and draping it over one of the chairs in his room. I sighed.

“Spencer, you need to stop risking your life like this. You're gonna get yourself killed”, I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. I tried to get him to look at me, but he avoided my eyes. “Please. I can’t lose you and especially not like that.”

“The day will come when you and the rest of the team realize that this is exactly the way it is supposed to end for me. Dying in the field would be an honorable death. It’s the only redemption I will ever get.” 

“What?”, I breathed and my heart stopped for a moment, “What do you mean, Spencer?”

“I meant what I said.” 

“Redemption? What redemption, Spence? You don’t need any, you haven’t done anything wrong.” I was confused and hurt by the way he said it. It sounded almost suicidal. 

“Yes, I have. I have done horrible things in my life, y/n. I will never be able to make up for them.” 

“You don’t have to! Everyone makes mistakes. You are a good person Spencer. You’re kind and gentle, you saved hundreds of lives in your career, you don’t need to make up for anything.” I tried to get through to him, but it was like I was hitting a wall.

“Prison changed me, it turned me into a different man. I’m not nearly as gentle or kind as I used to be.”

“I don’t know you any other way. I almost can’t imagine you being even more gentle than you are now. I don’t think anyone can be.”

“I was though”, he countered almost immediately, still unable to look at me, “I think you would have liked the man I was. He was gentler, kinder, and more deserving of you than I could ever be now.” He didn’t even sound sad when he said it, almost like he had accepted his truth from the moment he met me. 

“You know, you talk about yourself like you are the worst man in the world”, I said in an accusatory tone.

“Am I not?”, Spencer scoffed, raising his voice slightly while going on, “We hunt terrible men every day but in the end, how different am I from them? What makes me a good man and them a bad one, y/n?” He was almost yelling now, stunning me for a moment too long. When I didn’t reply, he turned to finally look at me. “Tell me y/n, what is it about me that convinces you I’m not every bit as bad as them?” The desperate look on his face made me take a step toward him but for every step I took, he stepped two back.

“Spencer, I-” My voice faltered and I didn’t know what to say. I knew he wasn’t anything like them but I wasn’t able to find any words that would convince him. When my mouth stayed open but no words left it, he took my silence as an invitation to go on.

“I almost killed Cat Adams, did JJ ever tell you that?” He spat, walking over to me and pushing me back until I hit the wall. 

“I put my hands around her throat and choked her until she was clawing at my wrists. And I didn’t stop then”, he moved even closer to me and I was unable to move away, the words leaving his mouth freezing me into place, “I told her that I was going to kill her and I meant it. I would have strangled her if JJ hadn’t pulled me off her.” He moved even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Her eyes were filled with fear, and you know what? I enjoyed it, y/n. I loved the way I scared her, the way she struggled for her life against me.”

He leaned in and I felt his breath ghost over my ear when he said the last words of his cruel monologue. “So tell me, y/n. Tell me how different I am from those men.”

He stayed where he was, his hands at his side and his mouth grazing my ear. He was trying to intimidate me with his speech and to be honest, he would have convinced me if it hadn’t been for the way his nose brushed against my hair, inhaling my scent like he was convinced this was the last chance he ever had to commit it to memory. 

“You can’t scare me with your words, Spencer. If you want me to believe how terrible of a person you are, you’re gonna have to show me because I will never believe it otherwise.” He probably calculated every possible outcome of this situation, but when he pulled back to look at me, I knew that he didn’t expect me to respond like this.

“Cat Adams is a monster who had you tortured and assaulted. She kidnapped your mother. Do you really expect me to feel bad for her? I never even met her. If you want to scare me away, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

There was a long moment of silence where we just watched each other. I thought I managed to break through to him for a second, but Spencer was on a mission to make me despise him, and he was determined to make it happen. His eyes darkened and he straightened up, towering over me.

I felt a sliver of doubt about my faith in him at that moment and he must have seen it cross my eyes because when I lifted a hand to push him back, he harshly grabbed my wrist and spun me around, using his body to push me against the wall. My arm was twisted behind my back and when I started to struggle out of pure instinct he took my other wrist in his hand and held both my arms behind my back, resulting in me being pushed more into the hard surface, my cheek flush against the wall.

When the shock had left me, I opened my mouth to ask him what the fuck he was doing, but Spencer was faster than me. He took his other hand and held it over my mouth.

“Do you believe me now?”, he whispered in my ear and I felt my pulse quickening. “You are so fucking naive y/n and honestly, you’re a little stupid too. What the fuck makes you think I would never hurt you, huh? You don’t know me.” 

It was those last words that took me back to reality because I did know him. I knew the way he brought everyone on the team their favorite food when they were sad. I knew the way his voice got an octave higher when he started talking about something that excited him. 

I knew the way he recited his favorite poems when I struggled to go to sleep after a tough case.

He won't hurt me. 

He would never hurt me.

He would never do something like this.

So, against every instinct in my body, I tried to calm my heart down and closed my eyes. I tried to speak but his hand on my mouth didn’t let me so I jerked my head back and stunned him with my sudden movement long enough to say a few words I knew he definitely didn't want to hear.

“You are all talk Spencer Reid. You would never hurt me and we both know that”, my voice was louder than I had expected and I felt his hand tighten around my wrists, “You can push me against the wall and insult me and tell me the terrible things you could do to me all you want but we both know that you would never lay a hand on me without my permission and you would never hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.”

His hand loosened and I used this opportunity to free myself of his grip and turn around. He was angry that his plan didn’t work and I saw his hands twitch with restraint, but I wasn’t scared of him. 

He had just proved to me that he was the man I knew he was.

“You’re not an abuser, you’re not a rapist-”

“Shut up.”

“- and you’re not a murderer. That’s what makes you different Spencer.”

“I said shut up!”, he yelled and I did the only thing I knew to do in response to that. I yelled back.

“Or what, Spencer? Are you gonna pin me against the wall and put your hand against my mouth again like the bad person you are, huh?” Spencer got angrier and more frustrated with every word I was saying but I was determined to speak my mind, “You’re gonna shut me up like the scary man you are, Dr. Reid? You’re gonna-” But I didn’t get further than that because in a heartbeat he forced me back against the wall again with his hands on both my cheeks and his lips pressed against mine.

He pulled back, “Please y/n, please shut up”, and the desperate tone in his voice awakened something primal in me.

“If you want me to shut up, you’re gonna have to make me because I will never stop trying to convince you that you are a good man, Spencer.” When he didn’t say anything I went on. “You are kind and gentle and-” 

He kissed me again, and this time I kissed him back until I wasn’t able to breathe anymore. His kisses wandered to my neck then.

“You say I am a good man, but you don’t know the things I thought about doing to you”, he bit the skin on my neck then and I gasped, which seemed to spur him on further, “I want to pin you down and fuck you until you’re crying. I want to make you feel so good that you can’t take it anymore.”

His kisses moved up my neck and to my ear. “ I want to break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together again. I want to ruin you for everyone else, I want to lock you in so that no man can ever look at you again and at the same moment I want to show you off to the entire world because you are the best thing in my life. I want to take you and make you mine”, he cried out, holding my hips in a bruising grip.

“Then take me, Spencer. Take me, break me, ruin me, I don’t care. I am already yours. I have been yours since the moment I met you.” He looked me in the eyes then, searching for any lies, any doubt, and when he didn’t find any, he kissed me another time.

“Say it again”, he demanded and let his hands travel down my body.

“I am yours, Spencer.”

“Again.” His hands roughly shoved up my skirt, his breath warm on my neck.

“I’m yours.” When his hand brushed against the damp panties I was wearing, I sucked in a breath.

“Again.” 

“I’m yours, Spencer. Only yours. Now please do something.” My plea seemed to finally push him over the edge because a second later he was moving the cotton aside and his fingers met wet skin.

He told me “Again.” over and over again, but the longer his fingers were moving inside of me, and the louder the sounds of my pleasure got, the more his demanding turned into begging and it wasn’t until I felt my orgasm wash over me, that he stopped our back and forth to press his lips against mine once more. 

My legs were trembling when he removed his hand from my cunt and the way he looked at me while bringing the same fingers that were inside of me moments ago to my lips didn’t help steady them.

He didn’t need to say anything, I knew exactly what he wanted. I don’t think he was quite prepared for the sight before him when my lips accepted his fingers and my tongue swirled around them though, because Spencer's eyes became even more feral at it.

“Fuck.” He removed his fingers and in only a few seconds removed my shirt, took off my bra, and had my skirt on the floor. I tried taking off his clothes too, but when my fingers started to unbutton his shirt, he gripped my wrists and walked me over to the bed. 

“If I had known that our fight would end in us having sex, I would have waited until we had something better available than a cheap hotel bed”, I breathed out a laugh. I figured he’d laugh as well but he returned a soft “Do you want to stop?”

“God no, but this bed is gonna squeak really loudly”, and this time I was met with a laugh. He didn’t interrupt when I started another attempt to undress him. When I was done with his shirt he finally raised his hands to touch me again and my whole body shivered when his palms made contact with my breasts. Feeling my erect nipples on his skin must have awoken yet another thing in him because the next thing I knew he was throwing me onto the bed. I didn’t even have time for a shocked gasp before he was on me, pinning my wrists down on the mattress.

“You know when I told you I want to ruin you”, he said while letting his hands travel down my body to grip the waistband of my panties, “I really did mean it.” And with that, he ripped the cotton apart and threw it to the side.

He continued to deny me any time for a reaction when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him. His hips took their very rightful place between my thighs and pressed against me. 

We both moaned when his covered bulge pressed against wet and hot skin.

“Beg me to fuck you, y/n.” I think he was expecting me to hesitate, but I was desperate for him to touch me.

“Please fuck me, Spencer,” I moaned and ran my nails down his back.

“Huh, I thought you would put up more of a fight, to be honest.” He sounded disappointed, but his eyes told me that he was relieved I wanted this just as much as he did.

“Do you want me to?”, I still asked, wanting to give him everything he yearned for. 

“Another time. I think we dragged this out long enough for today”, he said and with that, he took off his underwear and I got to see all of him for the first time. I knew he would be beautiful, and it applied to any part of him, but I couldn’t fully conceal my shock at the length of him. 

And that smug bastard smirked. “Don’t worry darling, we'll make it fit.”

And with that, he moved back between my thighs and lined himself up with my entrance. I expected him to at least try and tease me a little but he started to push inside me immediately. 

We locked eyes while we both felt inch after inch of him sink inside of me. It was intense, erotic and so intimate that I felt the urge to look away. He must have felt it too, because when he was fully buried inside of me, his lips pressed against mine in a bruising way.

When he started to move and his lips started their way down to my jaw and neck, I completely lost it, moans and whimpers flowing from my mouth in a volume that even surprised myself. Spencer thrust harder and deeper the louder I became.

“I know you were worried about the bed being too loud, but I’m pretty sure your moans are covering that sound up pretty successfully, angel”, he panted with a labored breath and heat rose to my cheeks. I was trying to remember if any of our coworkers shared any walls with Spencers' room, but he was literally fucking me stupid so I just removed a hand from his back and bit down on my fingers, hoping no one has heard yet. When Spencer saw, he slowed down. He reached down the side of the bed and lifted up my torn panties, and then proceeded to remove my finger from my mouth to push the cotton in its place. “There, now you won't have to hurt your finger”, and with that, he picked up a brutal pace again.

He was muffling his own moans by pressing his mouth onto my shoulder, no doubt leaving behind a dozen of hickeys. He was losing it, I could feel it in the way he pushed his fingers into my hips and the muscles in his back tensing. I wasn’t doing much better, my thighs were trembling and my panties were barely concealing my noises anymore. The room smelt like sweat and sex, Spencer’s skin was hot on mine and I never felt more whole in my life. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me.

“Touch yourself for me, angel. I want you to come with me.” I didn’t hesitate and started rubbing circles over my clit. It only took a few moments until my orgasm washed over my entire body and Spencer quickly ripped my gag from my mouth to kiss me. My thighs and cunt clenching around him, pulling him into me as deep as humanly possible, must have pushed him over the edge because after a few more strokes he stilled at my deepest point and came.

He released my lips from his and put his forehead on mine so we could both catch our breaths. It was quiet for a few minutes. I could feel his cum dripping out of me between our bodies and spared a quick thought to the poor person that would have to clean these sheets. I couldn’t bring myself to care though, not with the way he kissed my skin and nuzzled his face into my neck. I moved a hand to his hair to run my fingers through it, the strands curling once again from sweat wetting them.

“Tell me again.” He spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear, and I’m not sure I was supposed to. It took me a moment to realize what he meant but when I did, I moved my mouth to whisper in his ear.

“I’m yours, Spencer. As long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then?”, he pulled away to look at me, but before I could answer, there was a knock at the door.

“Ayo Spencer, are you and y/n still fighting? We decided to go to a bar a few blocks away, but you’re only allowed to come if you don’t put us all in a pissy mood”, Luke's voice seeped through the door. I could feel Spencer trying to come up with a reply but before he had a chance, I spoke up.

“Actually, Luke, we’re still in the middle of fighting and I don’t think you want either of us there with you right now.” I tried to sound mad and I must have been convincing enough because even Spencer furrowed his brows at the tone in my voice. I smiled at him and trailed a hand up his arm to reassure him that I was just putting up a show.

“Well, okay just… Try to remember you two are friends and don’t actually want to kill each other”, he replied almost nervously. Damn, we must have really worried the team with our fight this time.

When we heard his footsteps moving away, Spencer started to detangle us from each other. He was still inside of me and when he pulled out, I sighed at the empty feeling it left behind.

“I’m gonna get something to clean you up.” He tried to stand up but he didn’t get very far before I pulled him back. I held his face in my hands and made sure he was looking at me when I said the words I know he desperately needed to hear.

“Forever.”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid reader

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 15

Part 1 Part 14

“Demogorgon?” Eddie demands. “That thing does not look like a Demogorgon!”

He can feel himself unraveling. He and Steve are barely unraveling and now they’re supposed to keep this kid alive somehow? They’d planned to fuck off and die of starvation, but now there’s a fucking kid in the mix, they’re going to have to fight that thing again and figure out a way to get out of this mess alive.

“What’s a demo—”

“It’s a D&D monster, Steve.” He’s being too loud, and he realizes it even before Will shrinks back, looking between Eddie, and Steve, and the door, like he can’t figure out which one is more of a threat.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Steve says, like a jackass. Will smiles hesitantly over at him.

“It is not cool, Sir Steven,” he hisses, keeping his voice down this time. “That is not what a Demogorgon looks like, and in cause you’ve forgotten, it tried to eat you! What about that is cool?”

Steve holds his hands up, palms forward like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse. “Alright, man. Ease up,” he says. “Let’s just sit down and like, talk this out.”

As if to demonstrate the act of sitting, he folds himself gracefully to the ground, legs crossed in his usual sitting position. Eddie hates him just a little. But Will sits too, knees to his chest, arms locked around them, so Eddie slides off the couch and joins them.

“Why do you think it’s a Demo-whatever?” Steve asks, rolling his eyes as both Will and Eddie correct him in unison. “Yeah, Demogorgon, whatever.”

“I rolled a three,” Will says. “In the game. I rolled a three, and it got me. And then it got me in real life.”

Steve reaches out, patting the kid’s ankle. “Are you hurt?” Steve asks.

Will holds out his palms. They’re scrapped, a little bloody on the heels, but not too bad. Kid’s faired better than they have, that’s for sure.

“Just these,” Will says. “I fell off my bike.”

Without getting up, Steve stretches out to grasp the handle of his backpack, pulling it toward him. He pulls out their meager first aid supplies, even though the blood looks old and dried. He scoots forward on his butt until his knees knock into Will, and then he holds out his hand.

It takes a few loaded seconds, but Will puts one of his hands into Steve’s. Steve holds it up to his eyes, hemming and hawing over the minor cuts like they’re battle wounds.

Then the best thing happens – Will Byers laughs. Is Steve Harrington good with kids? Eddie is going to lose it.

“I think you’ll live,” Steve says, wiping the dried blood and dirt from his hands with one of the few remaining wet wipes, careful of the scabs. He pats them dry with the hem of his shirt before gently securing bandages across them. “There,” he says, with a private little smile. “Good as new.”

Will smiles up at him, cheeks pinkening in a way Eddie empathizes with. If Steve Harrington tenderly cared for his wounds, he’d disintegrate and blow away on the wind.

“Now what?” Will asks, looking around at his surroundings curiously, as if he only just realized he’d followed two strangers to an unknown location. “Where are we?"

Eddie jumps up, bowing theatrically. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

A small, competitive voice in the back of his head crowed in delight when he made Will laugh this time. Screw you, Steve Harrington. He was going to be this kid’s favorite.

“We should compare intel,” Steve says, like someone who’d watched too many James Bond movies before his brain was fully developed. But they do.

Steve and Eddie take turns describing a kid-friendly version of what they’d been through. The raging party turns into a small get-together, sans drugs and alcohol. The “Demogorgon” attack in the alleyway involves not injuries, and it never broke into Steve’s house at all.

They don’t mention the lack of food, but Eddie begins sifting the water when it becomes clear Will hasn’t had a drink in a while. He doesn’t let the kid see the residue left on the shirt that had once been in the water he’s now greedily gulping down.

Steve’s fidgeting, straightening, and recrossing is legs periodically as they wait for Will to finish drinking and catch his breath.

“And you?” Steve asks, when he finally lowers the bottle, wiping the water that’d dribbled down onto his chin with the sleeve of his flannel.

“I saw it in the woods,” he starts, handing the bottle back to Eddie and pulling his knees back up to his chest. “It made me crash my bike.”

“And it got you?” Steve asks, quiet and gentle.

Will shakes his head. “I made it home, but no one was there, and all the lights were flickering. So, I went to the shed, and I got Lonny’s gun. And—” he swallows, voice sounding thick. “I shot it, but it took me here anyway.”

“How long have you been here?” Eddie asks.

Will shrugs, less like he doesn’t want to say, and more like he doesn’t know. “My Mom’s looking for me though.”

Eddie’s jealous of that level of faith in a parent. He swallows it down, says, “of course she is.”

Will shakes his head, hair flying with the force of it. “No, you don’t get it,” he says, adamant. “I’m not just saying that. I talked to her.”

Eddie’s eyes shift to Steve’s face, sees the same skepticism he feels reflected back, hope it doesn’t show on his face quite as much. Okay,” he says, drawling the word out past its usual thresholds, “how?”

“With the phone in the kitchen. I called and she answered,” Will replies. There are tears running down his face now. “She sounded so worried.”

“…what did she say?” Steve asks. He’s picking at his cuticles again. Eddie wants to reach over and grab his hand. He doesn’t.

“She said she’d find me,” Will says. “But then the Demogorgon came.”

There’s silence for a minute besides Will’s quiet crying. Steve scoots closer to him, nudging their knees together companionably.

He meets Eddie’s gaze, something that looks alarmingly like hope shining in his eyes. “You got a phone in here, Munson?”

Part 16

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fic

[artists-ally]

I think Harvey would be thw type of person who makes love specially when he’s feeling sad. Like he needs comfort and to be as close to his s/o as possible, fingers intertwined and all that nice shit. How do you think reader would comfort him after he had a discussion with someone of his family?

{Oh, My Human Heart} Harvey Specter x Reader

So my mind went to [SEASON 8 EPISODE 5 SPOILER WARNING] where Harvey went up to Boston to defend his brother against his wife's divorce. That shit crushed my soul man, so this is based on that! Enjoy!! Title is a lyric from this song.

Word Count: 3,191

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, Season 8 Episode 5 Spoilers

Summary: When Harvey returned home from visiting his brother unexpectedly, there is an obvious weight to his shoulders as he slumps inside. And it’s your mission to find out what it is and wipe it from his memory.

Tagging: @kjbg-fantasymoon (your request is next babes <3)

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The door slammed. Hard. Concerningly hard. 

“Harvey?” You shouted out into the kitchen, taking off the towel from your shoulder and set it on the counter. No one responded. Worry coursed through you, and you grabbed the knife from the cutting board. Just in case. 

Your husband rounded the corner and you jumped, but let the fear drain from your held breath and set the knife down. “Jesus Harvy, you could’ve… hey, what are you doing back here?”

Harvey looked indecipherably pissed. He had hard creases in his face and his lips pressed in that flat line that meant someone was about to see that side of him that meant he was gonna raise hell. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and he let his hands fall to his sides. 

“Okay, okay come sit, love,” You reached for him and guided him to the island. “Do you want to talk about it? A distraction? To be left the hell alone?”

That communication strategy had worked wonders when Harvey came home from a lethal case. All the details you knew about this one involved his brother and a divorce from his wife. It had already shattered Harvey’s heart to hear they were splitting up, but this was… this was rage. Raw fury. 

“I am going to open my mouth and let the floodgates go with it, and I just need you to try and make sense of it. Because for reasons only known by Jesus-fucking-Christ himself can this be possible.”

You just nodded, letting Harvey take some deep breaths. You noticed his hands were shaking. He was shaking. What the fuck happened in Boston?

“Marcus called me up there to represent him for his divorce,” Harvey started, thumbs in his eyes. “He told me that it was because she had an affair. I was ready to go kick down her door and take their kids away myself. Turns out, he lied to me. She was divorcing him because he started gambling again and he told Haley not to tell Katie.”

Your blood ran cold, all remorse leaving your body for Marcus. How could he fucking do that? 

“So, tell me this Yn. Why would my own god damn brother, who I spent my money on to build him a dream restaurant, lie to my fucking face? Not once. Not twice. Four times. Four opportunities he had to tell me and he waited till the last fucking second. I-I can’t even begin to describe how sick it makes me feel to have Haley be put in that position.”

“It is wildly unfair for her, and for their son,” you felt awful for them. They were the sweetest kids and didn’t deserve to have that weight on their shoulders. 

“I mean, was he not apart of the fucking family when mom did that to me? Did he suddenly just show up on our doorstep one night looking for a place to sleep like a stray cat? No, he didn’t. He’s my fucking brother. He was there when mom did it to me. And he saw what it did to our family. What it did to me. He was the one trying to fix our fucking fucked up family. To piece it together after the fall out and he expects me to do the same when he did the one thing worse than practically fucking cheating on her.”

“Harvey I think that's a little-”

“Now he’s destroying his own life. No, not even destroying, destroyed. He has ruined all chances of working things out between him and Katie and honestly, I can’t be fucking bothered to watch it crumble to the ground. And the worst part of it is he had the audacity to ask me to win this case. He doesn’t deserve to win let alone ask me. What a selfish, lying son of a bitch-”

“Harvey,” you placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking away. He had been moving around animatedly, now up out of his seat and waving around. “Take a deep breath. Please.”

He did.

“Good,” You smiled softly. 

He took another. And another. “Sorry… just- sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You came and stood in front of him, hands flat on his chest. “Let’s go and get you changed and we can keep talking through it. If you’d like.”

Though Harvey’s eyes were harsh, that anger wasn’t directed at you. You’ve dealt with him like this on more than one occasion, and you’ve learned to recognize the difference. He didn’t dare look at you the way he is now.

After taking his hand and leading him up stairs, you took your time undressing him so he could be more comfortable. Once upon a time he had told you that the feeling of your hands on him could make him forget anything and everything. It was only in your best interest to do that for him now. To calm him so he could see the full picture.

Starting with his tie, you walked to the closet and hung it up in the empty space from where you picked it out this morning. Much the same with the jacket, tossing his still crisp white-shirt in the laundry. He handed you his belt and shoes, and while you put them away, he took off his dress pants and put on sweats by the time you came back. 

“Better?” You asked, placing his hands across your middle. 

He smiled, “Better.” 

Harvey was still sitting, but he rested his forehead against your stomach, just breathing. With calm hands you massaged his scalp and neck, his shoulders and arms. It was important to give Harvey his space at times like this, letting him speak when he wanted. Otherwise he’d just get defensive and shut down. That was not beneficial to either of you.

“I’m so fucking mad at Marcus, Yn.”

“I know, my love. I know,” You spoke softly, kissing the top of his head. “So am I.”

“I just don’t understand how he could do that after what mom did to me. I thought- I thought we were brothers again.” 

His voice cracked, and you could feel the first tear drops soak through your shirt and cool your skin. Your stomach clenched and dropped. You know Harvey and Marcus have been rocky for decades, but since he forgave his mom and started rebuilding their relationship, things naturally got better with Marcus. 

So much for all that hard work. And you had been so proud of him for taking those steps. And you knew the toll it took on him. Now it was all back at square one. 

“I am so sorry, Harvey.”

“What the fuck do I do?”

You paused for a long while. “I don’t know.”

When he looked up at you, eyes all red and bleary, you wanted to fly to Boston and smack Marcus yourself for putting Harvey right back where he was when he was sixteen. He may not have been the one asked to keep a secret this time, but he knows what it’s like to be in that situation. To feel so pinned and powerless. The looming decision of whether he should betray his mom or dad, a constant threat, and either outcome will ruin the family. 

“Are you up for listening to my ideas or do you still need to get things off your chest?” All you got was a shrug and a few spilled tears. “Okay, there’s no rush.”

“I just don’t know what to do, Yn. I have no fucking clue what I’m supposed to do. I want to beat him into the dirt the most. I want to hold Haley and tell her that none of this was ever her fault and she is not the one to blame. Goddamn do I want to hug Haley right now…”

You had to close your eyes. You didn’t want to see Harvey in this position, especially because you knew what this did to him. It stirred up all those memories and emotions from decades ago. Now they were all at the surface, controlling every one of his thoughts. And there isn’t a whole lot that you can do to get them to stop.

“I think you’re angry.”

“You’re goddamn right I’m angry,” Harvey huffed, making you let out a weak chuckle. 

“And I also think that I know you when you’re angry. And that you don’t think clearly when you are. So, how about we distract you for a while and then we get some sleep. Then, maybe in the morning, we lay it all out again and go over what we know. Look at all the facts and whatnot. Because, despite your very much warranted anger towards Marcus, he is still your brother. And family means more than anything to you, Harvey. I can’t let you spend the next thirty years in regret for not trying. You owe that to yourself. Not anyone else.”

“I don’t even know where to start with all this bullshit.”

“That’s where I come in,” You smiled, sitting in his lap with one leg on each side of his. “Look Harvey, you have every single right to be upset. I am pissed at Marcus for doing that to Haley. But I will not let this drive another cavern between you and him. The two of you have been through enough. He fucked up, and he knows it because you’re Harvey goddamn Specter and you told him he did. But you forgave him once. And you forgave your mom. It is worth a shot to hear him out, and I’m not saying it has to be right away either. Just eventually.”

Harvey’s brown eyes darted around your face, that tight line still on his lips. When you tilted your head and batted your lashes, he sighed out, nodding. “Okay, okay fine you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” your smile made him finally unclench the space between his brows. “It’s because I’m really good at knowing who you are, and knowing how to approach a situation. You’re good at being a kick-ass lawyer and I’m good at taming that kick-ass lawyer.” “You love it when I let that animal out of the cage,” he smirked, hands stroking down your thighs. 

“If you refer to yourself as an animal in a cage again I will walk out that door and spend the night at Donna’s.”

“Okay okay,” he grinned ear to ear, pressing kisses on your cheek, then down your neck. “I’m sorry for being so… hostile. Thank you, Yn. For calming me down.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“I don’t know what it is that you do, but you make it all disappear.”

“It’s my secret,” you whispered, kissing his lips. “And I won’t ever tell.”

“I bet I could make you tell me,” Harvey winked and grabbed around your waist, taking you with him when he leaned back. 

“Oh, is that a fact?” “No, but it is a challenge.” 

He tangled his hand in your hair, bringing your mouth to his. He tasted like whatever cheap whiskey he had on the plane and mint. You let your body form to his and didn’t mind the way his tongue found yours. Harvey’s hands were gentle as they peeled away the cardigan on your shoulders, tossing it away to be picked up later. 

He took his time, slowly stripping you and easing you on your back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and needed to have his mouth on yours again. He was such a good kisser. So thorough and precise with what he wanted to do to you. 

And he was always very thorough. 

Harvey placed kisses down your chest, down your stomach and to each hip.

“Babe-”

“Shh,” he hushed. “Just let me do what I want. You just lay back and look pretty. Fuck do you look pretty, my love.”

Your heart melted. Normally he had a wicked, dirty tongue but tonight was obviously different. He wanted something to focus on, and if that was going to be you, then so be it. You surely weren’t going to stop him from spreading your knees and tucking his head to your core. 

If Harvey could do one thing for the rest of his life, he’d sure have a hard time picking between you and the law. While he loved his work, your mind and body were two things even the high of winning couldn’t compare to. Harvey loved you. Ferociously. With every part of his body he loved you. 

His tongue circled your clit, and your hand went in his hair to keep him there. The laugh that tumbled from him was nothing short of star-seeing. One thing about Harvey is if you weren’t satisfied and thensome, neither was he. He loved making you cum on his tongue, loved how you tasted. 

It wasn’t long before you warned him you were close, and he just hummed into you, vibrations making you arch up off the bed, tugging equally as hard on his hair as you did the sheets beside you. 

“I will never get sick of making you feel good, Yn. I love that I am the one who gets to spend these moments with you.”

“Harvey,” you swooned, cupping his face to bring him back up so you could kiss him. Your scent was strong on his lips and made you only need him that much more. All it took was a few impatient grabs at his shirt to make him take it off so you could finally get your hands on that body of his. 

All that time in the boxing gym surely paid off. 

Harvey brough your knee up and pushed it flat on the bed, pulling the other one around his hip. He pushed in, chest to chest with you as he sat still for a few moments. 

“I love you so much, Yn,” Harvey whispered, thumb training down your cheek, your neck. He slid it all the way down your arm and laced your fingers together, kissing them as he pulled back. He wouldn’t leave your lips alone, not that you wanted that in the slightest. He was all soft words and pleas of desperation. Telling you how good you felt.

It was like your wedding night all over again. When the two of you met, it had been in a fury of hands and tongues. All fast because there wasn’t a second to waste when it finally happened. But on your big day, he laid you down, just like this, and worshiped you all night long. 

Every word from his mouth was just him telling you how much you meant to him, his body seconding that omission. He was so dedicated to you, to making you feel good. It was all long, smooth strokes of his body inside yours, the warmth of your combined breaths. Swallowing each other's noises of pleasure.

“I am so in love with you,” Harvey smiled. “I am so fucking in love with you.”

You couldn’t hide your smile if you tried. It wasn’t rare that Harvey was affectionate– per say– but this was an illusive moment. He wine and dined you whenever you asked, you were always his plus one anywhere in the world. But it was these small, yet enormous moments of intimacy that you cherished the most. This was a side of Harvey that took a very long time to bring to the surface. And he too realized the weight of just taking his time and being soft with you. 

“I love you too, Harvey,” you whispered against his face, his mouth now busy with the side of your neck. Harvey couldn’t keep his hips slow for long, and they snapped to yours. Air pushed out of your mouth and right into his ear, right where it drove him crazy to hear what he did to you. 

“Fuck, my love, if you keep making those sounds this isn’t exactly going to be how I-”

“Now it’s my turn to take care of you,” you responded, locking your ankles together behind his back.

A shiver ran through his shoulders and he dropped to his elbows, hips driving into you faster and faster. Harder. It didn’t take him long to reach his high, fucking you through it. His heart pounded underneath his skin so hard you could feel it. A slight sweat at the back of his head where hair met skin. 

When he lifted his head, his eyes looked less… weighted. He looked much more himself. Muc more like Harvey and a little less like Mr. Specter. 

You mentally patted yourself on the back. 

There wasn’t anything you could do to convince him to not drag you into the shower down the hall. The warmth of the water, the heaviness in your body only made his fingers on your scalp that much better. He kissed all over, giving your ass a loving smack when getting out before wrapping a big towel around the both of you. 

“Promise in the morning that we can do this all again and then I can make you a big breakfast?”

“Only if you promise that there will be sausage and bacon,” your eyes were droopy, but the smile reached them anyway. 

“Good thing Postmates will go to the grocery store nowadays,” Harvey slipped one of his shirts over your head, straightening it out over your body. “You look so adorable in my clothes.”

“I know, why do you think I wear them when you’re gone?” “You wear my clothes when I’m gone?” You pff’ed out some air, “Don’t act like you don’t notice the suspiciously large pile of your laundry in the hamper when you come back.”

“I don’t think you know how happy that makes me, Yn,” Harvey’s smile was nothing short of pure adoration. He was never short on pure adoration when it came to you. 

“Yes I do,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why do you think I do it?”

“Because you know me. Really really well.”

“That I do.”

Harvey breathed out, shaking his head. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for something anyone would do for their husband.”

“Well, in my experience, most wives aren’t nearly as observant or as dedicated as you are, Yn. And I want you to know how much I appreciate you and everything you help me through when I don’t know how to help myself.”

Your eyes melted, much like your heart when he hugged you. Nice and tight and just how you liked them. You always felt impossibly safe with him, and his hugs were impossibly your favorite thing in the world. 

Harvey would listen better in the morning. Especially after a good night's sleep. You just hope that all your efforts will lead him in the right direction. And that direction isn’t the clearest right now, and that’s okay. Both of you know it’s okay to not make a decision as big as something like this.

But you know Harvey will try. And that is all you can ask of him.

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Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me

(Spawn Astarion x F! Ghost Reader) : Prologue

Synopsis: You’ve haunted Szarr Palace for 354 years after Donella Szarr failed to turn you into a spawn. You have favored Astarion over the other spawn for the last two centuries and after a series of events and a Paul Revere-esque mission to save him from being kidnapped- you finally meet each other in the flesh.

CW: Death (obviously), mentions of Astarion’s trauma, mentions of Gore, mentions of Gale x Tav

Disclaimer- put together the picture for the banner, but I do not own any of the pictures. The ‘Tav’ is my Ghost inspired Durge 💜 I will not describe the readers body in detail- she is just merely on the banner for ✨drama✨. I believe the picture of Astarion is from @cheekylittlepupp . And then the symbol of Orcus in the back is a free image off the internet.

Chapter One

Your paws hit the pavement as you frantically search for Elfsong Tavern. You haven’t left Szarr Palace since you died there so many years ago- you didn’t even know what the Hells an Elfsong Tavern was until Dalyria had told Cazador that was where Astarion was staying.

It’s still just before sunset so there is still plenty of time to warn the group about the upcoming kidnapping attempt- you just hope one of them is a Druid.

You aren’t naturally a cat- you’re a ghost and you’ve been haunting Szarr Palace since Donella Szarr killed you what feels like eons ago. You had been merely walking home one evening from a Violin gig you had barely managed to get- it had gone so well that they had asked you to come back and play next week. Oh how life had other plans for poor 28-year-old you who made her entire life about music and died never experiencing romance, true companionship, etc. You had grown up isolated amongst nobles, but you knew of Donella Szarr so her asking you to have tea with her didn’t seem that bizarre.

Needless to say- it was weird watching your own funeral.

No matter how hard you tried, you could never cross over and Gods did you want to. You didn’t even care if you became incorporeal or went on to the Heavens- you just wanted to be able to actually talk to people and do things again. You were incredibly apathetic and haunting with no purpose. You’re a house ghost who has no say over the house- you can’t even help fix things in the damn place without asking to be exorcised.

Your misery was reduced significantly a little over 140 years later when Astarion Acunin experienced his first night in Cazador’s kennels. His screams haunted you and you are the one who is supposed to be doing the haunting!

You did everything you could to try to make his time with Cazador somewhat bearable, but your efforts were too small and you feel as if you failed him. You tried to possess Cazador and it went miserably- you had almost been consumed by the darkness in him entirely. You had been a mere fly to his soul.

You were able to possess Godey easily enough, but you had to be careful because he has sent Cazador on a multitude of Ghost hunts before.

Astarion knew you were around- he’d acknowledge you as ‘Ghosty’ whenever his candle would flicker out and then come back full force for him to finish sewing his clothing. He could sense your presence at other times too- one time you had been certain he was able to see you as you sat with him for the duration of Cazador’s ‘poem’.

You favor Astarion over the other spawn, but you have come to justify it as Astarion was the one who needed your help more. He was frequently the subject of Cazador’s rage and need for violence. You know it’s because he resembles Vellioth to some extent and you are certain that’s why he targeted Astarion in the first place.

Cazador introduced himself to Astarion when he was a young magistrate. It had been at one of his many lavish affairs and you had seen the menacing glint in Cazador’s eyes when the young man walked in with some over the top female on his arm.

Cazador asked Astarion to begin convicting people wrongfully and sending them to Szarr Palace. He offered a handsome amount of gold and Astarion took the offer without a thought. You immediately knew this man had signed over his soul- knowingly or unknowingly, you had no idea.

Things became even messier when Cazador began to have the closest thing to love he could feel for the young magistrate. Astarion was very intelligent- he wasn’t charismatic naturally, but he knew how to study behavior and work around it. He knew what Cazador wanted to hear.

So when Cazador found out Astarion had taken another deal on the side as well as potentially a more formal lover, well, he had signed over his fate. Cazador framed a Gur Hunter, Astarion sent him to the other group of slavers instead of Cazador, and Cazador let the Gur know this anonymously ‘in good faith’.

At first you thought it was just karma doing it’s work, but then you learned that Astarion was just another young person like you who was just trying to figure it out. Where you thought you were doing your duty by meeting with a noble, he felt he was doing his- at first at least. He had been sending a reasonable sum of money back home to his parents, but he became greedy and ended up paying for that with a life sentence.

Some higher power must be merciful because it had seemed that Astarion had managed to escape Cazador for good.

Then the moron decided to come back and now Cazador is sending Leon after him with three of the other house spawn.

You don’t care for possessing any living soul- a tacky couch? Maybe, but only because it doesn’t have thoughts. However, desperate times called for desperate measures and you are really regretting not getting the gumption to possess a person.

You are far too cute with your fluffy grey and white fur and big green eyes. People keep trying to scoop you up in their arms and children chase after you. Other cats are just plain rude and unhelpful- you have no idea how you are going to find this Tavern.

“You seem rather lost, little ghost,” a voice says from a nearby tree.

You peer upwards to see a Calico Tressym eyeing you curiously. If you weren’t so focused on finding Astarion, maybe you would be mad at her for openly announcing you are a ghost.

“I’m looking for someone,” you say as you try to catch your breath, “I need to get to Elfsong Tavern as soon as possible.”

This seems to interest the Tressym because she immediately jumps down with a serious expression on her face.

“Who and why?”

Screw it- you don’t have time to be picky.

“I’m looking for a man named Astarion- his life is in danger,” you say quickly.

She seems to digest this information for a moment as she circles you. Her eyes explore your fluffy form and she seems to decide you are trustworthy because she beckons for you to follow her.

You race after her as she flies over the buildings and lands- wait, why is she landing in front of that man in purple on the beach!? That’s not Astarion or a Tavern!

In spite of your confusion, your gut pushes you forward and before you know it- the man you are looking for comes waltzing out of a house with a disgusted look on his face while a tall, red tiefling woman holds a very old heart in a jar.

“Astarion,” the man, Gale, tries not to make his own panic too obvious, “come here.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that to interest me, Gale,” he says with an emphasis on the man’s name, “why should I?”

“For God’s sake- it’s about Cazador,” the man hisses.

This grabs his and his other three companion’s attention. They immediately huddle around Gale- the silver haired woman immediately aweing upon seeing you and the blonde haired woman intertwining her hands with Gale’s. The red tiefling is still holding the heart and you gag upon seeing it which earns a laugh from the group.

“What about Cazador?”

Astarion’s voice betrays the panic he’s feeling- for whatever reason, his panic prompts him to scratch you between your ears. You fight the urge to purr. You are a person- dammit! A dead one, but a person nonetheless!

“This Ghost,” Gale says with uncertainty while pointing to you, “is saying that Cazador is sending Leon, Aurelia, Yousen, and Violet later tonight to detain you.”

“She was practically barreling through streets- poor thing was about to experience her second death,” adds Tara.

“Apparently it was a suicide mission,” Gale adds.

You are suddenly lifted up from underneath your arms and a pair of ruby red eyes are boring into yours. After a few moments, a giggle of all damn things exits this man’s mouth.

“There are at least five or six useless thralls you could have possessed and you chose a cat?”

You flatten your ears and leer at him before attempting to communicate with him- only to be disappointed when an angry yowl leaves your little mouth. Astarion fucking giggles again. THIS IS SERIOUS!

“This is far more adorable though, I will give you that,” Astarion says as he begins to walk towards the tavern with you now cradled in his arms.

You never would have found the damn place on your own. It was clear on the other side of the city!

“It’s a shame I can’t understand you a single bit,” Astarion says, “I would love to know how Cazador has been fairing without me there.”

Terribly, but in a crazed, rage filled way. Unfortunately poor Dalyria and Petras had been receiving the treatment usually reserved for Astarion. You were happy to see him thriving, but it does make you sad that it had to cost two other people’s dignity and comfort.

The moment the party enters the room and announces that they are anticipating an attack once the sun sets, everyone jumps up and prepares themselves for the coming battle.

Astarion places you on his bed before grabbing a green bottle and chugging it. He then proceeds to look at you expectantly and you have no idea what he is doing, but it’s starting to kind of freak you out because neither one of you is blinking and he’s beginning to look more and more like the predator he is.

“I don’t think I like this game,” you say, “you look rather terrifying when you don’t blink for long periods of time.”

“Oh, but terrifying is what I aim to be, Darling,” Astarion says with a toothy grin, “I don’t want any of them reporting to Cazador that I’m still the pathetic vampire spawn I was before I went missing.”

“You were never pathetic,” the words come out of your mouth harshly, “and if you must know- they are reporting to Cazador that you practically have a whole army of ‘do gooders’ by your side.”

“Oh really? Do tell me, how does that make him feel?”

“He was surprised at first.”

“Naturally.”

“But then he heard about Orin’s death and your part in it- he’s worried, to say the least.”

“Good,” Astarion snarls, “he should be.”

The siblings arrive exactly when you said they would and they are surprised to see everyone prepared to see them. You are absolutely floored when Astarion tries to convince them that he’ll ascend all of them- he has to know by now that that is not what this ritual will do. You notice the uneasy glances between Astarion’s companions.

If they really are the heroes Dalyria made them out to be, will they truly let him ascend without contest?

There wasn’t time for any questions as the other spawn rush the group. You did manage to help in the fight- Astarion was being cornered by Violet and Leon so you took it upon yourself to wreak havoc upon Violet’s scalp. She went back home pretty quickly and Astarion was able to take on Leon with ease.

Now you sit in front of a big window and take in the moon. Your heart breaks for the 7,000 souls beneath Szarr Palace and the six other house spawn. Poor little Victoria had finally been taken away from the city and replaced with someone else- Leon promised he’d come find her. Gods you hope she doesn’t think Leon purposefully abandoned her. She’s a great kid.

“You seem to be thinking rather hard for a cat.”

“You lied to them.”

The silence between you is deafening before you finally look up at him. Astarion’s face is conflicted and guarded as he searches your features for any indication of what you are feeling. Cats aren’t terribly expressive apparently.

“Don’t give me that disappointed ‘I’m not getting cuddly, Astarion’ look!”

You feel your hackles raise slightly and your tail get puffy as you get up on your feet. You narrow your eyes at Astarion and he meets yours with equal amounts of stubbornness.

“I’ll give you this look for the rest of your damn life if that’s what it’s going to take!” You exclaim, “you can’t kill them! They have suffered too! Dalyria and Petras both tried to keep as much information as they could about you and your companions so that you stood a chance against him! Leon just wants to be with Victoria as a free man!

“The rest of them… they think it’s going to free them… they are all talking about what they want to do with their lives after this,” you say with anger and sadness in your voice, “You can’t take that from them.Their lives are not yours to take!”

“I hate to disappoint you,” Astarion says with venom lacing his words, “but I could care less about what they went through and their wants or their souls for that matter. No one was there for me, well besides you, but not everyone is an overly friendly Ghost like you.”

Your eyes become blurry and Astarion’s face goes from anger to shock and confusion. It takes a moment to collect yourself, but when you do- you make sure to say exactly what you are thinking.

“It makes me sad.”

“What does?”

“That you ended up being no better than Cazador,” you say flatly, “I thought I saw some redeeming qualities in you. I guess I was wrong.”

You watch it take all of his willpower not to snap your neck right there or pick you up and chuck you against the wall. The woman, Karlach, seems to notice his sudden shift in energy because she’s quickly walking over and scooping you up off the windowsill.

“You look like you need to take a breather, Fangs,” Karlach chuckles awkwardly, “maybe you should go hunting. We’ll be leaving to storm the castle before you know it.”

So he does and Karlach takes you over to her bed.

“That was awfully harsh, Boo,” Karlach says, “a gentler touch may have been better.”

“Karlach, I’ve been a ghost for almost 400 years. I have been forced to watch either Donella, Vellioth, or Cazador terrorize handfuls of people,” you shake your head, “Cazador is the worst of the worst- he’s terrorized over 7,000 people at this point and that ritual will kill all of them. Yet the soul I’m most upset about losing is Astarion’s.

“So yes, it was harsh, but it needed to be said.”

Karlach is quiet for a moment, “I suppose that’s true… but 7,000 people? I thought there were only 7 vampire spawn?”

“What? Who in the hells told you that?”

“Fangs- obviously.”

Oh right, he wouldn’t know that every person he’s ever shared a bed with is rotting away, starving in Cazador’s dungeon.

“No,” you say softly, “unfortunately there is a lot more going on than Astarion knows.”

Astarion is the first through the door when the group comes back from Szarr Palace. You have been sitting on Karlach’s bed the entire time- pacing anxiously. Scratch and the Owlbear cub would ask you to play with them, but you couldn’t get rid of the twisting knot in your stomach.

He goes to his bed and grabs a new change of clothes before weakly walking in the direction of the washroom. Karlach makes eye contact with you when she walks through the doors and she gives you a big smile.

Wait, does that mean?

She follows it with a thumbs up.

He didn’t do it. Holy Gods he didn’t do it! BUT WHY!?

You have a million questions, but you’re sure he doesn’t want to talk to you anytime soon. You bid a farewell to Karlach and the other companions. She tries to convince you to stay and talk to Astarion before deciding to leave, but you merely shake your head. You said your piece and you can return to haunting a now empty castle.

Or maybe you’ll be a cat around Baldur’s Gate. Tara seems to enjoy wandering around and you did forget how lovely the sun feels.

The walk back to Szarr Palace goes far smoother than your adventure finding Elfsong Tavern. The courtyard is still in bloom so the scent of red roses acts as your guide. Gods- Cazador was such a cliché. You hope these roses die and someone decides to plant literally anything else. Maybe you could figure out how to? You can dig hypothetically.

So that’s what you do. You begin digging out the crap ass red roses and do your best not to get caught on thorns. After the fourth or fifth rose, you have it down to a science and you’ve gotten quite a lot of work done on one flower bed. This cat thing isn’t all that bad!

Well, minus your excessive need for water and food, but there’s a running fountain nearby so that’s promising. The food part is going to be the harder part. You haven’t had to eat for centuries now and the growling in your belly is entirely foreign to you.

Should you try to steal food? Honestly, you’re adorable enough, you could probably beg for some food. Trying to hunt for a mouse is absolutely off the table and forget a bird all together.

You look up at the sky. The last bits of daylight cling to the horizon and the moon begins to kiss the sky. You are going to keep working until the sun has set, you’ll attempt to clean up, and then you'll sucker some people into giving you food.

Back to digging it is!

You continue your work and think about what you may plant. Maybe you could find seeds for food- there are plenty of homeless who could use it, but would they dare go to Szarr Palace for produce? The idea makes you snort. Donella would be infuriated if you turned the front of her “work of art” into a free farmer’s market for the needy.

“Are you taking up gardening now? I think it suits you,” a familiar voice says, “well, maybe more so if you were actually a person and not a cat.”

You slowly turn around and you’re met with the sight of a sheepish Astarion. He absentmindedly plays with his own hands, but you are happy to see some of the tension melt away when he sees your face and begins laughing.

“You are caked in dirt, Darling.”

“I would hope so- if this is something else then I have a real problem on my hands.”

“Ha!” Astarion says, “I don’t think you have any reason to fret. I can’t remember the last time Cazador had anyone tend to these stupid things.”

“Oh he didn’t have to,” you say in exasperation, “Donella enchanted the damn pots so that the plants can grow without soil. She hated the smell of fertilizer.”

“Donella?”

You blink at Astarion two times and tilt your head to the side.

“Cazador never mentioned his aunt?”

“Does this look like the face of a person who knows about Cazador’s aunt?”

“Put your sass back in your pockets, Mister,” you say with equal amounts of attitude, “Donella Szarr was the first Vampire Lord in Baldur’s Gate. She created Vellioth and well, you know how well that all went.”

“But how do you know Donella?”

“She killed me,” you say bluntly, “she took advantage of my naivety. She thought I was a promising young woman and she was very anti-patriarchy which I did really appreciate. However, she invited me over to tea to discuss a potential job offer at a party of her’s. She didn’t know how to properly create a spawn so when she drained me dry and I never popped back up- she realized she made a terrible mistake.

“Not because she cared about me, but because my parents were relatively prominent in the community.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Hmmm… well I was born in 1,110 then Donella killed me at the beginning of her dynasty in 1,138 sooooooo about,” you think so hard your ears begin to twitch, math was never your strong suit, “354 years ago.”

“Good Gods, you’ve been trapped in this damn place longer than I have. Why in the hells would you come back?”

That is a good question- why did you come back? You suppose it’s because at one point you were attached to this house and it made you uncomfortable to be away from it for longer than eight hours at a time, but that’s dissipated. You didn’t realize your attachment had changed to a person- the vampire spawn asking the question- until he disappeared and you felt like you did the one time you tried to stay away from Szarr Palace. It had weakened you significantly, but now that you’re a cat, that attachment isn’t there and you are free to go about your silly little business.

You also don’t know where else you would go. It’s not like staying in the Rothwell crypt is going to do wonders for your mental health and going back to haunting this palace means you’ll feel uncomfortable again until you are reattached.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” you admit, “so I came back to the only place I know. I think I might piss on Donella’s legacy by making this a community garden to feed the homeless. She’ll be infuriated- rolling over in her urn.”

Astarion snorts, “your idea of revenge is helping the needy? Gods, you’re insufferable.”

“What would you suggest then?” You retort, “I can’t imagine it will be easy finding seeds for anything worth planting. Unless you can hook me up with some sunflo-.”

“What if you traveled with me instead?” Astarion interrupts you.

Oh.

You blink a lot and your jaw has dropped. The happiness spreading through your body makes your paws tingle with excitement.

What an exhilarating concept. However, there must be a catch.

“You just said I was insufferable.”

“Just because I asked you to travel with me doesn’t make that any less true,” Astarion says, “but I’ve rather enjoyed your silent company over the past two centuries, I’m sure I’ll get used to the eccentricities of a ghost cat.”

“It’s quite a generous offer,” you say slowly, “why do you want me to travel with you?”

Astarion looks positively exasperated by your onslaught of questions.

“I would like to remind you that the last time I trusted a vampire- I died!”

“I suppose that’s fair,” he says with a sigh, “for a noble and a bard, you certainly aren’t one for mincing words.

“I was conflicted about ascending. No one was really giving me a reason not to because no one wanted to upset me. You, on the other hand, humbled me,” he says with a shrug, “and the lack of haunting I’ve experienced over the past several months has been absolutely terrible, Darling. I can’t keep a candle going as bright as you do to save my life.”

He says the last part with flourish and embellishment followed by an awkward cough.

You look to the roses and the garden bed then back to Astarion. It’s a much more fun idea- going with Astarion. It would be safer to remain here, but your life was cut so short so long ago. What if you could find a solution to become a person again? What if you could have the life you’ve always wanted?

“Okay.”

“Okay meaning?”

“I accept your invitation to travel with you.”

You are being scooped up from underneath your armpits again and Astarion holds you at arm's length. You flatten your ears and look at him unenthusiastically. Maybe you made a mistake.

“Wonderful! Now let’s get you cleaned up- you are positively disgusting right now.”

“You really know how to make a ghost feel special.”

Astarion wipes off the dirt using water from the fountain and a handkerchief before picking you back up and heading towards the cemetery.

“There’s something I need to do before we go back.”

He sets you down on the ground and you are surprised to see that you have arrived at his own grave. He remarks the grave as a symbol of his new life and you pluck a flower to drop on his grave. Astarion scratches you in between your ears and laughs as you chastise yourself for purring.

As you walk through the cemetary, you see another familiar name.

“That’s my family’s crypt!”

You sprint to the door and Astarion looks around for any clerics of Kelemvor before picking the lock. You bound down the stairs and Astarion is close behind you with a flame for light in his hands.

Your mother and father are there. It’s odd that your mother lived a much shorter life than your father considering she’s an elf. It looks like your father remarried and you have half siblings.

“Is this you?”

You look over to where Astarion is standing and sure enough- a plaque on a tomb reads, “Here lies Althaeastra ‘Birdie’ Rothwell. Beloved daughter, talented violinist, and the kindest soul this world had the privilege of knowing. We love and miss you forever and always. Kythorn 22, 1,110 to Alturiak 8th, 1,138’.

Your father’s tomb reads specifically, “Birdie’s Father” and your mother’s has, “Birdie’s Mother.” You had been their only child and you had been everything to them.

“Yeah,” you say sadly, “that’s me.”

Upon further investigation, you find that your mother had set your childhood home on fire after drinking too much. She died in the fire because she didn’t try to leave the house. Your poor father must have been devastated.

Your siblings are still alive, but you don’t have any desire to get to know them. That ship sailed a long time ago.

“I’m ready to go,” you say as evenly as you can, “I’m starving!”

You bound up the steps before he can say anything and you are grateful for the fresh air that fills your lungs. At least now you know what became of your family while you’ve been trapped in Szarr palace.

The walk back to Elfsong is quiet and the two of you sit by the windowsill and watch the world go by as the Tavern goers cheer and laugh. All of Astarion’s companions are fast asleep and your eyelids are feeling droopy following the chicken Astarion had managed to steal for you.

“So you’re a cat named Birdie?”

“No, I’m a ghost possessing a cat and my name is Birdie,” you say pointedly with a big yawn, “and I only go by Birdie because my first name is a monstrosity my grandmother insisted I have. I began singing before I began talking so my parents called me Birdie.”

“There’s no reason to argue semantics, Darling,” Astarion says with a dismissive wave of his hand, “no reason to get defensive. Truly adorable story though.”

You roll your eyes before laying your head down to fall asleep. You don’t protest when Astarion picks you up and sets you down to sleep on his bed. He scratches behind your ears before he also lays down on the bed with his book in one hand and his other petting you until you fall asleep.

Author note: Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are always appreciated! Please let me know if you would like to be on the tag list! I am using the Ghostwalk campaign for NPCs, locations, etc. It is a 3e Campaign and doesn’t mirror 5e Ghosts. I have tweaked some of the ghost powers and such for the sake of the story, but if you would like more information on Ghostwalk and the City of Manifest, there is a PDF online that is free to download :)

Additional Note: I didn’t think this concept would be received so well! Thank you so much for everyone’s kind words, like, and reblogs 💜 I am out of town, but I will probably end up posting the next chapter because I’m excited and I love Birdie and Astarion.

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 spoilers #astarion romance #astarion x you #bg3 #astarion x f! reader #astarion x f!tav #astarion x f!reader #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfiction #Astarion x ghost! reader #astarion x female tav #spawn astarion #gale dekarios #tara the tressym

[ytsunodabrainrotbaybee]

World’s Worst Cooking Show

->Listen to the Wii Sports Theme

Y/N is a twitch micro-celebrity. With a variety of content on her channel, ranging from her newer trucking simulator games to war crimes in Minecraft, and comfy study and writing streams, her favorite and most popular series is her cooking show. Each guest invited has to have never heard of her, and the only information they are given is that she cooks food from her childhood.

Yuki Tsunoda x Twitch streamer reader.

yourinstagrambaybe

yourinstagrambaybe THIS WEEK ON EATS W YN: ALPHATAURIS YUKI TSUNODA. MY CAREER HAS LEAD UP TO THIS MOMENT.

Shout out to landonorris for introducing us!

ynbiggestfan Who knew Traffic Violations in F1 would bring us to this

Yukinoo She didn’t even tag him.

yourinstagrambaybe I have him blocked on all platforms.

pierregasly it’s going to be a nightmare. I can’t wait to watch

Yuki’s voice filtered through your phone’s speakers. You bounced on your heels as you waited, giving him directions to your small city apartment. Lando shouted over him, insisting that he knows where to go.

The minutes waiting and preparing screeched to a halt once Lando let the two of them in on his own.

You hopped to, greeting them at the door. “You made it,” you said, giving Lando a hug and greeting Yuki with a handshake.

“I’ve got everything set up, Lando you can watch the camera for me.”

The three of you moved to places for the stream, quickly getting everything started after a very brief and vague explanation for Yuki. Whose concern grew with every off brand and out of place ingredient he saw. Something about bargain brand Colby jack cheese say on top of flour tortillas filled him with something wary.

“Chat we have a guest,” You said, a sharp gesture towards Yuki and nothing more.

“Hello, I’m Yuki.”

Your streams would always start tame enough. In this case, a nice garlic butter spread making for the toastiest grilled cheese made Yuki nearly swoon. Comments flooded the chat the moment he took a bite and his eyes lit up. Not looking at the sandwich, however, but towards you.

Of course, the way to any real foodie’s heart is by food.

The adoration in his eyes would become one tested by things to come. As you announced that the grilled cheese, a recipe perfected by your sweet mother, was only the beginning.

More condiments and some lunch meat for good measure made it’s way to your cutting board. Yuki’s curiosity quickly turned sour as you explained.

“Imagine with me: you’re a college student,” you leaned against your counter, engaging fully with Yuki as he listened on. “You’re broke, but still, you need to eat. You take a look in your fridge for the third time and since nothing has materialized in your fridge yet, you go on and pick something.”

You picked up the honey ham lunch meat, 1.50 at a nearby dollar store and probably processed to high heavens, and a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise.

“Lunch on the most forgettable days, wether as a broke college student, or during summer break ad a small child,” you can’t help but watch that light drain from Yuki’s eyes as he realized. The dreaded struggle meal of lunch meat, mayo, and a single too small tortilla.

A man who has never had a struggle meal to this degree, a man who is slowly being beaten down.

“Is this why you blocked me?” He asked, voice low and filled with, something, “so I couldn’t find you and see this” he struggled to search for the words appropriate to describe your various crimes against food.

You set a bowl in front of him, the smack against the counter served to interrupt his monologue, cooking in the back of his mind with the rage of ten foodstagrammers.

The off brand Colby jack made itself useful, “the lunch meat tortilla wasn’t enough, honestly”

“Can we go back to the grilled cheese?” Yuki asked, those pleading brown eyes flooded with confusion and pain. He watched as you put a handful of the shredded cheese into the bowl.

“Be a doll and put this into the microwave for me”

You didn’t spare him a look as he nearly gagged at the moral implications. His opinions of you would go through so much, change after change, the moment of pure love and adoration from that first grilled cheese pulled through mud and sweat and microwaved cheese.

The stages of grief washed over him, from thinking he had found his soulmate to his worst enemy. To holding onto the hope that it really was an elaborate prank because if you could make the perfect grilled cheese, you have to be a good cook at the end of the day.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice was soft, pained almost before he dropped the bowl back into the counter. “What is wrong with you?”

The chat to your left, out of view from stream, flooded with comments fighting in Yuki’s defense. Only his first appearance and your entire following fell in love with him. Lando stood off to the side, watching, hoping to see a further breaking of his fellow driver. A hope that hung in vain.

Those big, pained, shining eyes bore into your mind, and your heart. A facade of defiance and chaos you had nursed for so long in front of your audience melted away under the passionate gaze of Yuki.

“Okay, why don’t we try something different?” You took the bowl from in front of Yuki, moved it out of frame and by the hand you led Yuki to your pantry.

There, it was stocked well. Organized to a tee, with some surprisingly high quality dry goods.

“What about pasta?” You grabbed a box of penne shells and handed them to him.

A wave of relief shadowed Yuki’s eyes, shoulders relaxed and a hesitant bit of that initial adoration crept back in. A promise of some actual good food peeked itself of the clouds of uncertainty and meat tortillas.

With that Lando excused himself, not fully enjoying the idea that he could bear witness to the worst cooking show he could have been subject to.

yourinstagrambaybe

yourinstagrambaybe I have learned a very important lesson today: yukitsunoda0511 is not the one. I would like to apologize for ever putting this angel through what I have.

landonorris I’m sorry I ever introduced the two of you.

yukitsunoda0511 I’m not. I’ve never had better food in my life.

formulawhat I never would have imagined Yuki being the one to break y/n like this.

yourinstagrambaybe It’s the eyes. They do things to you.

yourbiggestfan I could see the moment in stream when she fell in love.

ynlovely Been trying for two years, a man did it in a DAY

yukitsunoda0511

yukitsunoda0511 She actually can cook

formulawhat Is this dinner, and breakfast??

ynlovely This wasn’t on my bingo card for the year of our lord. But I’m not complaining.

yukinooo This is like some weird fanfiction trope

yourinstagrambaybe Not really.

#crimes against cooking #yuki tsunoda #yt22 #f1 x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader

[ms-scarletwings]

Oh, I think I got a spacebug science ask . . . if Irkens make various bug noises (chirps, clicks, hissing, whathaveyou), how do they do it?

Thank you for throwing me a real curve ball on this one. I’ve actually been pretty stumped. At first, I wanted to hand wave this off with the simple ‘oh pretty much like any Earth vertebrate’ considering that they do in fact breathe air, can choke, visibly speak from the mouth, etc. but then I started running back into the rabbit hole question of how Irken breathing/airflow even works, since no one knows if they have lungs or an insectoid setup or something of the like to begin with. I have always theorized that the PAK is heavily integrated with their body’s circulation and gas exchange but there’s not much I have to go on with to guess at the exact machinations. It’s not that I have NO ideas, it’s that when you start taking inspiration from nature absent of canon pointers, you kind of literally can’t run out of equally plausible ideas.

Original point being that laughing, clicking, hissing... I mean, this is all stuff we can do just fine with tongues, teeth, and a larynx. Occam’s razor says ditto for them.

Except for this one thing that screams so distinctly arthropod to me.

See there was this one little moment in Dark Harvest that I’ve been majorly obsessed with. There’s this… sound that is part of the ost right before the big chase. When the lights are flipped off. It could be a strange choice of ambience but I swear it feels like the implication was that it was actually coming from Zim. And the reason I can’t stop thinking about it is because it sounds damn near identical to, of all things, hermit crab chirping. Take a listen to what I mean

Congrats btw if this is how you learn hermit crabs can even do such a thing. In the wild this is actually a way they communicate stress and aggression to other crabs, as in during fights over shells or when trying to warn an attacker to back off.

Their method for it is something called stridulation, which is essentially big word talk for rubbing together certain body parts like an acoustic instrument. Lots of other invertebrates produce sounds in the same manner. In the crab case, it’s a leg on leg or legs on shell kind of action. In crickets, think leg to wing or wing to wing. By no means universal either, though. Cicadas are a surprising example of insect that sounds off primarily through other means. Their mating calls are produced with tymbal structures located on either side of their abdomen.

As nutshell fashion as I can describe the tymbals, they’re a combo of complex membrane and stiff ribs that produce sound by flexing and clicking together really, really fast. I focus in on these at all because they are personally my favorite pet theory behind a secondary, possibly vestigial way for mature Irkens to produce sound :) and I needed some alternate idea because the one other moment in the show that got me on this thought spiral- if you remember that screaming back and forth Zim got into with Dib in Backseat Drivers. You know, the “ISN’T IT” bit? I’ve pointed out before, but if you listen closely enough Zim is so angry in that exchange that the way he vibrates angrily is actually audible. Like there’s this odd noise accompanying the rage shakes I can only describe as “skittery”

#irkens #iz headcanons #iz #invader zim #answering asks #scarlet talks about things #speculative biology #cool bug facts

[parasytte]

Omg I got 2 scenarios

1) what if Ivan (yan!gamer) and reader knew eachother irl? Like reader is like gushing about this new player whos super nice and talking about their fun experiences with them and Ivan knows theyre talking about him but he still doesn’t have enough confidence to tell reader its him cause it might make things awkward?

2) its similar to the first one but instead of reader gushing about Ivan, its another player? Like Ivan overhears reader talk about this sweet person who likes the same things as them and is always flirty, funny and overall just a fun person to be with? Then ivan gets jealous and stuff?

going w number 2 because i <3 jealous ppl ,, changed ur ask just a teensy winsy bit ,, also not proofread

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it had become basically a routine now since you’ve got a new best friend - ivan.

everyday at a certain time of day, like clockwork, you’d call him and play a few games with him while talking about your day.

you really enjoyed this part of your day .. you might even say it’s your favorite part of the day - but do you know who enjoyed your little gaming/chatting sessions even more?

ivan.

every single day he’d sit at his gaming chair just staring at his pc. his leg would bounce at a fast speed while he picked at the skin around his fingers, waiting for your message.

his heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest when a ‘ding!’ comes from his pc.

“hi !! i’m home now :))) wanna call and play ????”

ivan types so fast he misspells, “yws plessee”, as he hits the call button before the message can even finish sending.

you answer almost as fast as he called god his heart fluttered .. you must be just as excited to talk to him as he is to talk to you !!!! and he even though he’s heard your voice a million times ivan will never, ever get sick of it.

the call’s usually always begin the same, you guys say a quick ‘hello’ and decide what game to play then take turns talking about your days, but this call is different.

ivan can tell just from your voice what your feeling; no matter how good you are at hiding it, and today you clearly aren’t doing a good job masking the giddiness in your voice.

he can practically hear the way your trying to bite back the smile he just knows is on your lips. it makes ivan happy, too.

he smiles, “c’mon, what’s got you so happy today?” ivan asks.

you respond with a coy “nothing!” but ivan isn’t fooled. god, you’re so cute. what has you acting this way?

“i’m not stupid, y/n,” ivan says back, “tell me? pleaseee?” he begs. you roll your eyes at this and let out a laugh, unable to bite back your smile.

“okay, okay! i’ll tell you …” you take a moment to gather your words.

“there’s this person ..”

ivan’s smile drops.

“.. and their just ..”

his heart stops fluttering.

“… so amazing.”

his heart shatters.

all of a sudden, ivan isn’t so happy you’re happy. what the fuck do you mean “there’s this person” ? the happiness ivan felt before has now turned into red-hot anger and the butterflies that were once fluttering lively in his stomach have now turned into rage-filled locusts that are trying to tear their way out of his throat.

he’s so angry about this person that he hasn’t even noticed that you were waiting for his response.

“ivan? ivan, are you there?” your voice snaps him back into reality.

“.. huh? oh, sorry! my discord has been so glitchy today.” ivan lies through gritted teeth. “you said something about a person, right? tell me more about them!”

at this you go on and on about this person you’ve been talking too lately- about how their so sweet, funny, and just oh-so fun to be around! is he not enough for you? - and as outraged as ivan is, and how bad he just feels like breaking something .. or, better yet, tracking down that pathetic, sorry, low-life bastard that he can’t even find the words to describe, and give them what they deserve, atleast, on the bright side, the more you talk about this person, the more he knows about them.

and the sooner he can deal with this home-wrecker.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere male #yandere ocs #yandere gamer #male yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere boy #yandere x y/n #tw yandere #yandere x you #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere imagine #yandere writing #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere love #male yandere oc #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #parasytte ocs #ivan minh my oc #ivan my oc

[apollos-boyfriend]

haii could you give me a summary of c!purpleds characterization ???

oughhh i always struggle w questions like these because for me it has become almost second nature but. i will try my best (≧∀≦ゞ fellow cpurpled enjoyers feel free to chime in with ur own suggestions if u so wish

purpled is selfish. this feels like a pretty obvious aspect of his character but Oh the amount of people i’ve seen get it wrong. he does not feel guilt over his selfishness. he will take and take until there’s no more left to steal, and he will blame the other party for his loss. he’s a survivalist before all else, a businessman before a person, and he’s proud of it. he’s manipulative and cunning and, honestly, a total asshole most of the time. it’s part of his charm

he’s been used. a lot. being used is kind of a key aspect of his character and his behavior. i think it’s important to note though that his experiences are never portrayed in a way where he’s meant to be pitied. his story is more focused on rage, on revenge, on a burning anger that will burn everything in its path. his story is tragic, yes, but he Refuses to let it be a tragedy (he is not consciously making this choice, which i’ll go into later)

he’s VERY prideful. he’s good at a lot of things and he knows it. i think a lot of people see his character type of smug, confident asshole and jump to the conclusion that it’s a front for him to cover up his insecurities but. i cannot stress enough. he is Genuinely Just Like That. he is almost fully incapable of self-doubt. if he ever encounters a situation where he has fucked up he will instantly find a way to shift that blame to others. he’s hot shit, he knows it, and he WILL make it everyone’s problem

something i think is really important is that, when it comes to seeing others, he sees most people at a neutral. he has very few people he strongly likes or dislikes, and is more uninterested and unconcerned with most people. he looks down on them, but not in a negative way, per se. that’s just how purpled sees people. if they can’t provide him with something, they’re unimportant to him. it’s not personal, it’s just fact. quackity is the only person purpled has a true hatred towards, as well as technically tommy, but that was more as a one-sided rivalry, and much, much lesser. it’s worth noting he did NOT hate slime, seeing him as a nuisance at best. he only attacked slime because he knew it’d be the way to hurt quackity the most, he held no real animosity towards him otherwise. ponk, hannah, jack manifold, tubbo, and technically boomer are the only people i’d really classify of being people purpled enjoys being around/sees on the same level as him

i know a lot of these points are somewhat bleak and serious, but he does have a silly side!! he likes pranks and scams. his best friend is his dog, who he regularly talks to as if he was another person. he has a flair for the dramatics and likes showing off, even if doing so is risky, and even if no one but him will see it

this is less of a character analysis but he talks like if you introduced an angry victorian orphan to youtube shorts. he has a very specific cadence of more sophisticated, verbose language mixed with modern-day slang and memes. it’s. very strange. i really can’t begin to properly describe it

there is zero self-awareness in that boy. he cannot see past his anger and spite and realize possible mistakes. 95% of what i’ve mentioned here he is completely unaware of. he can’t see his flaws, he can’t realize his wants, yet he always sees himself as on the right and on top. he is playing 4D chess completely unaware that everyone else is playing checkers, and is prone to unintentionally self-sabotaging himself due to being unable to recognize his true wants. he has 0 self-awareness of any of this. the way i write purpled is to make it Blatantly Obvious to the reader that his mindset and worldview is wrong, but make him completely blind to these points. he should not know things are wrong, but the reader should be able to pick up on it

#muse talk #anon #sorry this got long and rambly but i just have a lot of Feelings on how he’s written 😭 #midnight analysis

[nyxthejinx]

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

A/N: Woah there, I must admit I wasn't too inspired but at the same time I was? Ask my 7am brain lmao. Anywayss, maybe it's not how you imagined it but I caved and wanted some ruthless reader who doesn't take anyone's shit. For those who're looking for a pacific/civil confrontation... 👀 who knows

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏. | 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When they take everything from you, you can either rebuild or steal in turn. You make the easier choice and watch your past go down in flames. Along with your brothers.

𝐓𝐖: Angst with no comfort, graphic description of violence (reader clutches Diluc's face and slightly jabs his neck with a knife ops), slight swearing, let me know if I'm forgetting anything.

𝐅𝐭.: Diluc, Kaeya, Dottore (mentioned) (all platonic ofc) - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: I'll let it burn - Kanaya

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, it shouldn’t have gone this way.

You shouldn’t have returned to Mondstadt clad in Fatui uniform, its emblem sitting mockingly on your hollowed heart. You shouldn’t have looked so comfortable with Dottore by your side, quiet and firm in a way you’ve never been.

You shouldn’t be looking at them as though they were the monsters here, not when those you’re siding with who killed your father and started this domino of excruciating suffering.

But Diluc left you, by what right was he expecting something different?

By what right did he gawk with such horror at the scars he left?

Diluc knows his faults. Knows all too well what eroded the remnants of his heart in the past three years. He’s familiar with the flames of shame and regret, with their relentless torment. They’re the only ones he's never subdued to his will, flames that his vision can’t reach. 

And yet, who could imagine that the fire he set three years ago, in a stormy night, would've raged into this?

That he would have ruined everything, everything with his own hands.

He should’ve imagined it. It was only the beginning.

“Well, what do you think of my work?” You asked, nestled at the top of the statue’s hands in the plaza. It’s almost like you prefer looking at your nails than spare them a glance, as you dangle your legs, careless of the fall underneath. “It took me three years of preparation, you know?”

Diluc doesn’t doubt it. The size of your work extends to the entire city. A net of withered small lamp grass and dead vines dripping incendiary oil and spangled with pyro slime charges crawls amongst the streets and up the houses. 

Everything culminates there, in the square: the plants climb up the structure like a grotesque floral dress, and right in its hands -where you’re sitting- they weave further together in a singular, deadly fuse.

You hold a match in one hand.

He feels like clutching his heart. 

Diluc wonders if this is how a heart attack feels, a slow and atrocious implosion that never ends. A handful of daggers that stab deep and writhe like devils in front of a god. A choked flame that tries to escape its unavoidable destiny 'til the last wisp.

And yet these examples seem far from fitting, not even the brightest genius would be able to describe such pain.

Your ex brothers stand petrified right in front of the statue, the bard's music and citizens' joyful choruses a distant memory now that it's covered in dead plants.

Diluc doesn’t understand how Kaeya is keeping such a straight face whereas his strength barely prevents his body from crushing under the thick, oppressing atmosphere.

He feels so weak in front of you.

"[Name]!" Kaeya’s shout breaches his eardrums and Diluc's unsure whether his brother is screaming out of desperation or to be heard "[Name] think of this, this is not what you want! We can talk about it, fix-"

Your thunderous laughter cuts through the frigid breath of the night, hysterical, laced with a poison only you can withstand without decaying. You laugh and laugh like a broken record, to the point where you can’t sit straight anymore and lean back in the statue’s hold.

You laugh so loudly, but he's never heard an emptier sound in his life.

"Oh, really?" You ask breathless after what feels like an eternity, as you dry your tears from your hardened face and caustic smile. A ghost of what you once were. "Tell me, what do you know, you fucking traitor?"

Kaeya flinches.

"I don’t think you’ve been there enough to know how the story goes. It's beyond repair.” You sit again, stoic, your legs dangling as if nothing at all had happened.

You draw out a dagger from the sheath strapped to your leg and start playing with the tip. Uninterested, bored in their actions and words. “You see, your brother killed me, that night."

Kaeya’s brave face falls at that. He snaps his head to the side, stares at Diluc with an intensity that burns a hole through his eyepatch. He's not stupid, he's more than capable to put together the pieces he's been given.

How kind of him to doubt your words, though, even in face of the bare truth.

"...Tell me they're lying, Diluc." He begs with disarming honesty. "Tell me they're lying please."

But Kaeya's imploring gaze falters when his brother diverts his eyes to the ground. 

Diluc never thought he could break what was damaged already, but apparently there's an abundance of pieces that are yet to be broken.

"Oh no, he’s telling the truth." You beat him to answer. "Diluc Ragnvindr killed his sibling and left the body in the mud, in the middle of nowhere. ‘I’m not your brother, you’re not my sibling. You’re dead to me’ and blah blah.”

You grimace at the memory. "You had fun, didn't you?"

Then you push yourself off the edge.

Diluc's heart clings to his throat at the sight of your free fall. He's ready to sprint, catch and hold you tight to his chest, beg for forgiveness until his soul leaves his body, but a gust of cold wind slows your descent in a show of eerie grace.

Only now he notices the anemo delusion hanging from your waist. A false promise of freedom, just like the one Dottore made you all those years ago.

Or maybe you consider it a true freedom, as long as they're not in your life?

"You're the 'Darknight hero' and the 'Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius.'" You spit the words violently, as if they were poison. But you seem so fragile, drained, while your figure becomes clearer with every step taken. And so do your scars.

Your eyebags are as deep as the night and your muscles so taut they could break any moment. "You're the heroes around here. Who cares about your... Silly mistakes? No one."

Diluc can't breathe.

"Well I do, because I am your mistake."

Diluc feels like he's dying.

"They haven't seen the behind the scenes of this... Little show you've put on. And they don’t want to." You go on, a couple of metres separating you three. You point at them with your dagger again, and only now Diluc realises it's your mother's stiletto, as it shines under the moonlight.

Crepus gave it to you after you snuck out secretly for the umpteenth time and got hurt in a dangerous, unprotected area. He chose to teach you, rather than ground you as a punishment, because 'it would be impossible to snuff out that untamed spirit of yours, and also a crime' in his opinion.

You’ve always worn it, but never tried to defend yourself that night.

To think of the catastrophe you're all facing now that your father is dead. He might be rolling over in his grave.

"That's why I say that even the good guys deserve a punishment from time to time." 

A wave of elemental energy suddenly quakes the ground. It morphs into chains, tight like nooses and cold like death. They cage the brothers' limbs and necks, forcing them to their knees. Diluc can't help but notice the familiarity with your father's technique, as his body thrashes in vain.

It makes it a little more painful.

You ignore Kaeya completely just like he did that night, as you inch closer to Diluc’s frame. Your visage is so peaceful compared to everything else, to this hell of a situation, to your clearly overexerted body. Your eyes flat, devoid of that very same fire your father encouraged to feed.

You've gone somewhere he can't reach, and it kills him though he feels dead already.

"What did he do to you…?" He's mumbling absentmindedly, not even sure who he's referring to. And you laugh in response, as if he just told you the best joke ever. As if you were drunk and couldn't do anything but laugh and laugh and laugh at your own madness. 

"Him? Oh, no no no no, Diluc. Don't even try." Your hand glides through your hair, now dyed, he notices. The typical Ragnvindr red choked to death just like your soul. "The Harbingers have shown me much more kindness than you could ever."

Then you're gripping his jaw and his eyes widen at the strength behind your grip, his movements frozen as the blade of your dagger presses under his chin. "They taught me the pursuit of revenge at its finest level."

Diluc doesn't speak a word. He can't. He's not able to. He side-eyes Kaeya, not even sure of what he's looking for in his brother's crumbling face, in his slumped figure. In the resignation pooling in his eye. Resignation for what he helped create with his noncurance. For what is lost. 

Seeing the last fragment break destroys Diluc a little bit.

"Eyes on me, you pathetic piece of shit." You yank his face, pressing the blade harder enough to break his unfairly immaculate skin.

A rivulet of blood streams down the length of his neck and Diluc’s sure you’ll skin him alive right then and there. But he looks at you in the eyes, no matter how impossible it feels.

That’s what he owes you.

"You took away everything from me," His shoulders sag. "And I'd dare to say you have nothing left either." His back bends under the weight of your words. "Dad died," He swallows endless bitterness. "Kaeya is nothing more than a sad, lonely survivor paying for only part of his mistakes…" He holds his breath.

"But you still have a home, in this miserable, wretched city of yours, don't you?"

Diluc thinks he just died.

"We gotta fix that, right?" His head falls forward like a withered flower as soon as your hand leaves his face, the bruise of your hold marking his skin. He feels another gust of wind and he knows what you’re about to do. 

"What kind of show would it be if we didn't play the final act properly?" Your voice echoes from above, so ephemeral it sounds from an ancient past, or a forgotten dream.

But it’s just a nightmare.

"Enjoy."

And you let the match fall.

Y'all had fun being arsonists when the game was released, huh? And now look what happened

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[spring-crush]

I guess the top of my personal “I wish it would have been another way” about last chapter Noragami is this:

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Don’t get me wrong, I am happy with Yato being alive and well, and he doesn’t even need to care about being forgotten, he is a living meme now. But that’s the reason. He has become just some funny figure to remember.

But wait a minute ☝️

Remember the previous chapter?

All those frames showing Yato sacrificing himself, desperately wanting for Hiyori to live so much he forgets about his own life. That was a powerful, satisfying and impactful scene. The final bow to his character growth, the path he came from being selfish prick thinking about his own survival to the God he has always wanted to be, to help those who needs him. Even if it means the death to him.

In early chapters we have seen this comparison of Yato and Ebisu.

At this moment he has finally achieved the point where he is no more “envy”, because he has become “a god who would give away his life for the sake of those who love him”. This is the apex of his own story.

Impressive isn’t it?

Returning to the scene itself, we can’t help but notice how serene is world around them. It’s the scenery of calming snow, next are Bishamon and Kazuma, lovingly sitting next to each other and peacefully enjoying the calmness of the evening after their own “storm”. This all sets the tone of the tranquility, even detachment of the world, that is surrounding Yato and those who are with him. And then there is Yato himself, looking at heavens, at the snow, alone, almost forsaken.

That’s why the moment of a desperate attempt for saving Hiyori’s life is such a memorable moment. It’s the opposition of indifferent background to raging emotions of our group. If this was a painting, then saving Hiyori would be the central point of composition, the brightest spot on the canvas.

What a great point of the story. It is serious, it is dramatic. It is beautiful. It is impactful.

Watching Yato disappearing in the storm of emotions surrounded by unbreakable appeasement.

And now back to the point!

It seems that such a turning point for the character, for the plot as a whole, cannot be thought out more perfectly. Chapter 108 and, in general, Adachitoka's incredible work in it have exceeded all my expectations for the final chapter. Expectations of how such a serious and powerful situation can be resolved.

But now we have Chapter 109, and all the epicness of the moment described above simply gets lost in the hustle and bustle, seasoned with Noragami's typical humor (which I love, don't get me wrong!). The mood from Yato's sacrifice, which he was willing to make for the person dear to him, just dissipates.

My only emotions after seeing the resolution of this plot twist were confusion and a feeling like after watching a movie that ended abruptly in the middle. Of course it is a way to keep him alive, of course it’s good for him.

But as I said at the beginning - I wish it would have been another way. Just something that follows the mood that has been set in the previous chapter, of the darkest and saddest moment in the whole manga, something we were afraid about from the beginning of the story itself - Yato may disappear and Hiyori may die.

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[002yb]

I’m so in love with your nightwing dick and robin jason scenario ❤️❤️

I have this one in mind what if dick was the one who managed to save jason from joker, and he was so angry at bruce, feeling the surge of possessiveness that drives him to be selfish and keep jason to himself, because if bruce can’t keep the boy safe, who else is going to do it?

Featuring jaybin with occuring nightmare almost every night, dick being overly protective, and some cute tender moments in between ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Stories where Dick lets himself be something monstrous to save someone dear to him are so lovely, omg (send recs please). Just Dick making that conscious decision, fully aware of how cruel he can be in his passions and doing it anyway. Not influenced, not manipulated - just wrathful in his anguish. (´ ꒳ ` ✿)

Though really, anguish can't even begin to describe how horrifying it is to come across Jason in that warehouse. Broken, alone. To mutilate a child is a cruel and inhuman horror, but it's the way Jason breathes - shallow and wet, lungs rattling in his chest - that might be most haunting. That pain as Jason struggles to live, as he watches in resignation as a timer tick, tick, ticks down, resigned to a reality that no one chose him - from his first breath to his last -- those breaths are Dick's undoing, his becoming.

The heartache he would feel would be a forcibly compartmentalized thing. There's no time to focus on how slight this boy is, how thin or small - because there's a countdown and Dick won't let this cold place be Jason's tomb.

They make it outside, but not far enough to escape the force of the explosion they leave behind. It would burn, but Dick would wrap himself tight around Jason as they're tossed meters away, Jason held fierce to Dick's chest as they roll through the sand.

Dick's back would be burned, charred. Shrapnel would pierce him and it hurts, but he can bear it. Pain would cloud his gaze, but Dick would hear those pitiful breaths as Jason gasps; he moves forward. Blood dripping, leaving a trail in the sand that's blown away before long.

Getting to a hospital is a struggle, but they make it. They take Jason away from him and Dick rages until he's sedated for treatment, himself.

They're both stable by the time Bruce makes his appearance. When he tries to walk into Jason's room, Dick forces him back out. Shoving - shoving until Bruce is outside and Dick is the guard to the threshold of Jason's room.

The fight that follows is an ugly thing. Neither of them can understand each other, but that's nothing new. Bruce demands that Dick move so that he can see is son; Dick bites back that he lost the right when he chose Joker over Jason. And it doesn't fucking matter to Dick that the lives of hundreds of thousands was at stake because none of them were Jason.

Maybe it's unfair of Dick to be so angry, but disappointment stings and Bruce has disappointed him too many times. A good hero, but something so unintentionally cruel as a man that it staggers him. Dick feels betrayed. By Bruce. For Jason. It fucking hurts.

'He's my son.' Would be Bruce's final argument.

Only: 'He's not your son. And you're no one's father.'

Because a father, a dad - they wouldn't do this.

The hospital staff has to intervene when Bruce lashes out and Dick fights back. The both of them pull away once civilians involve themselves in their affairs.

When Dick goes to return to Jason though, Bruce refuses him. Calling out to the staff, 'He's not family.'

Once the initial surprise of the disowning (though legally, Dick knows there was nothing ever there) happens, Dick would just hurt. Betrayed for an entirely new reason. What follows would be rage.

Maybe somehow Alfred is there. And Alfred is so torn because Dick is family, but Jason is just on the other side of a too-thin door. Dick wouldn't hold the man back; he would ask him to stay with Jason - Dick will stay as near as he's able.

Then Kory and Roy would come around to meet Dick. And Dick could have an Outlaws era. :)

Or just as good - Dick reaching out to Deathstroke. And having something of a Renegade era that starts and ends with killing Joker (although...does it have to end?)

Joker dies by Dick's hand, either way.

Which only adds to the strife with Bruce, but it also endears Jason to him like none other. And then Jason choosing Dick because Dick chose Jason and it's a twisted love affair, platonic or romantic what have you. //3///

Which would lead into all of the above that you've written, anon! Which is all such a good vibe I've been thinking about this for days hahaha. But Dick being something more wicked and cruel, then coming back to Jason and being soft and reverent? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I'm weak to this sort of situation. ;3;

Also, it's become my MO to go off on a tangent and that somehow only vaguely relates to a scenario that's all sorts of inspiring LOL I'm so sorry. For soft tender moments though:

Dick being there as Jason goes to and progresses with physical therapy. No lazarus pits here, so Jason heals as his body allows. And Dick is all sorts of positive energy and encouragement and challenge to motivate Jason to push - one more step, one more - Dick having all the pride for how Jason fights. Dick being the support Jason needs on hard days. Omfg Jason running to Dick and jumping, wrapping himself around Dick and Dick being !! at all of it but then so thrilled as he spins Jason around because a;woiejfaoiwejfaiowjef;oawijegoaihrg

During that period of time when Bruce tries and fails to keep them away from each other!! Dick sneaking into the manor - into Jason's room. Holding Jason as he rests, exhausted because of the nightmares that plague him. Bruce looking in on them, a dark shadow. Only the shadow that Dick casts is that much darker, that much more consuming. The way Dick's gaze would shift from warm to an icy tundra from looking from Jason to Bruce - it would be jarring. A warning.

Jason seeing the burn scars for the first time. Jason sneaking up from behind Dick, brushing his fingertips featherlight over gnarled flesh and being overwhelmed. Jason resting his forehead to Dick's back. Wrapping his arms around him. Dick startling, then being so soft as he rests his arms over Jason's - still so small and strong and haunting.

edit: realization that I never originally wrote in all my ahhhhhhhh feelings over you enjoying the nightwing and jaybin content omggggggg!! this makes me so happy, anon. thank you so much. //U///

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[hunnythebee]

10,24 ,41

With crosshair x s/o reader?

I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this. But I finally did it and I am quite pleased with it. I hope you will be too.

Breathless

Reader x Crosshair

After a treacherous mission you resolve to finally confess your feelings to Crosshair, only to find that he had a similar notion.

1.1k - first person - gender neutral

Prompts 10. Come Here, 21. You’re trembling, 41. I feel like I can’t breathe.

Tags & Warnings; Reader x Crosshair, gn!reader x Crosshair, extremely vague mention of injury, mostly vague talk of danger, some angst, fluff, kissing, love confessions

Difficult doesn’t begin to describe the mission we had been on. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Yet somehow here we all were. Triumphant and alive. My heart was racing and my head was pounding. Adrenaline still coursed through my veins and I was stuck in my quarters pacing back and forth. An internal war raged in my mind. I could have died back there. Any of us could have died back there. Crosshair… Cross could have died, and I… I would have never had the chance to tell him how I felt. Did I really want to live my life never knowing? Never trying? Would he reject me? Probably. But at least I would have an answer.

I marched to my door with resolve, ready to go find Cross and confess my feelings to him. It hissed open and revealed the slender figure that had been the object of my mental and emotional turmoil. It would appear that I didn’t need to find him. Instead he had found me.

I took in how dissheveled he was. His eyes were more frantic than mine and he was still covered in mud and sweat from the mission. Cross completely disregarded his own state and reached out for me.

“Come here,” his voice was soft. Loving even. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I sank into him and returned the gesture, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Cross… wha-” I began to ask before feeling his lips against the top of my head.

Crosshair placed a soft kiss to my hair and muttered, “I needed to see you. I needed to know you were okay. That you were alive.”

The weight of his words sank into me and I began to shake, now realizing that what I was preparing to say to him was more and more likely to be reciprocated and now feeling a whole new sense of nerves course through my body. He attempted to pull back to look me in the eyes but I held on tighter, burying my face into his chest.

“You’re trembling… what’s wrong? Are you injured?” Panic evident in his tone.

I shook my head, “No… no I’m fine, Cross. Honest.” “Then why are you shaking?” He asked, petting my hair.

I remained silent. Too silent for his liking apparently. He pulled me off of him and tried to look in my eyes, but I couldn’t do it. I chewed my lip and turned away as I began to pace again. I had a plan. I had everything figured out as to what I was going to say, but now he was here and my mind was blank and I couldn’t think. I clutched my sides.

“You’re scaring me…” Crosshair said as he watched me unraveling.

I stopped in my tracks and let out a half hearted laugh. “I’m scaring you? I’m scaring you? Well at least now you know how it feels.” My words had a bite to them. An unintentional anger burning with them.

“I– I’m sorry. Maybe I should just go…” He began, insinuating he should leave.

Scared he would actually leave I blurted out, “I feel like I can’t breathe!” 

Crosshair rushed to me and grabbed me by the shoulders and looked deep into my eyes, bending at the waist to do so. “Then you should really get checked out,” he insisted. “We can go find Tech, I’m sure he’s finished with Hunter by now and-”

I shook my head, swallowing hard as I felt all the words bubbling up to the surface. “I feel like I can’t breathe, when you’re in danger. Any time there is a mission my chest tightens and I feel as if I might pass out. I am terrified you’ll come back hurt or worse. I am terrified of losing you. I feel like I can’t breathe when you walk into a room because my heart is hammering so hard that it leaves no room for air. I feel like I can’t breathe when you look at me or touch me or hold me because…” 

“Because?” He asked, but we both knew what the reason was he wanted to hear it. He wanted to make me say it out loud. The words were right there, desperate to come out. I squeezed my eyes shut and finally allowed them to pour out. 

“Because I’m in love with you Cross! I don’t need a medic. I need you. You. It took almost losing you today to finally get me to say it but it’s the truth and it’s been the truth for so long now. I can’t… I can’t lose you Cross. I won’t. I need you. I need you in my life. I need you in my space. I don’t care how. It could simply be just existing. I don’t care. I just need you safe and I need you with me. I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for maker knows how long but it’s the truth. I love you Crosshair.”

Crosshair’s eyes searched mine, looking for any sign that I was being insincere. All he found was love and fear. I opened my mouth to keep talking but was stopped as his lips collided with my own. I remained still, and wide-eyed for a moment as I processed what was happening. Then his hand found the back of my head and my eyes slid shut. I sank into the kiss. Bliss washed through me and wiped my mind of all my fear and replaced it with relief and joy. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that, cyare,” Crosshair admitted. “I love you too. Every moment of everyday I have loved you. When I thought I had lost you today… without ever getting to tell you that… without ever even trying… And then I heard your voice over the comms and I felt such relief. I rushed back here as fast as I could when you said you were back at the ship. I needed to see you. To hold you. To feel your heart beating. I needed to see you alive… I’ve never been one to openly express attachment, but with you… it’s different. I love you. I love you so much.” He leaned down to kiss me once more, softer and shorter than before. I let out a breathless laugh against his lips and looked up at him.

“Something funny mesh’la?” He asked, keeping his mouth close to mine as he spoke.

“Nothing,” I responded. “Just that you finally managed to actually take my breath away.” Our lips locked once again and, for the first time in days, a sense of ease fell over the both of us.

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[tidekissed]

the end, yet the beginning

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Her mask breaks, and he hears himself scream.

She takes the hit from Hydreigon directly to the head—it was meant for Eelektross, who had gotten too reckless in the heat of battle and fainted; Ghetsis was trying to finish it forever with that Dragon Pulse—and it sends her flying back and hitting the stone floor with a sickening crack as the shards of her faceplate fall like hail into the cracks of the rocks. 

He feels frozen in horror, Reshiram leaping from its ball to counter a Focus Blast with a blinding Fusion Flare. She still doesn’t get up. He’s not even sure she’s breathing.

The helmet sparks and spits as the battle rages without her, her partners’ voices overloading his senses with their righteous fury and desire for revenge. It’s the thing that drew him to her in the first place. Her Pokémon see her as one of them. They love her. And, he realizes with a start, so does he.

He doesn’t need to say a word to Zekrom for it to know his plan. It terrifies him, opposing the man he called “father” for so long, but seeing the Hydreigon built to destroy him and hearing the words “freak without a human heart” leveled at him force the wool over his eyes to burn away. 

Her blood pooling in the cracks between the bricks only fuels that fire.

Ghetsis does not expect opposition from his perfect pawn, so the Fusion Bolt from behind is a surprise. Hydreigon, already so close to fainting, finally falls, leaving Ghetsis completely defenseless as Alder and Cheren rush to restrain him. Alder shoots N a look he can only describe as pleading as the Champion’s gaze wanders to the fallen woman on the floor, and despite N’s shock at being absolved of guilt by the Champion himself he finds himself nodding in understanding and agreement. 

He can’t even focus on the small thrill in his chest seeing her face for the first time. Her hair is too stained red and her breaths are too shallow for that. Garchomp, her first partner, sticks his head into her bag, pulling out a worn, scratched, and tooth marked Great Ball and dropping it into N’s lap. 

He wipes off the Garchomp slobber before letting out whatever Pokémon resides inside, confusion turning to grim understanding as a Blissey emerges with a knowing sigh. Her Trainer is hurt all the time, she says to him as she gently presses her egg to the woman’s lips. Many people have incurred many injuries for many years, she says. This might be the most grievous of all, she says. Even in twelve years of being partners she has never seen her this close to death, she says.

Garchomp lays his head on her stomach, rumbling encouragingly and sharing whatever body heat he has. Eelektross, beaten and battered herself, curls around her head to try and cushion her. Silvally paces back and forth, almost snarling at N before thinking better of it. Corviknight mantles over her legs, jostling with Garchomp for space. Empoleon simply keeps watch of the door with one eye and watches her body with the other, sweeping the shards of her visor away from her face to prevent more cuts.

Reshiram kneels. Zekrom follows.

Waiting for Blissey to finish her work is agonizing. The minutes turn to hours, human paramedics arriving and N acting as a translator for Blissey’s firm instructions on what needs to be done. It's the least he can do, he reasons, after all she has done for him.

She is relocated to a hospital after she does not wake up for the fourth hour. Two men that say they are her brothers arrive, faces gaunt and clothes disheveled from what was obviously a frenzied departure from Kanto. N almost lies and says he is family as well to be allowed in, but doesn’t need to when the spiky haired brunette that calls himself Blue grabs him by the wrist and pulls him in the eerily quiet hospital room.

Red does not speak much. He holds his sister’s hand and seemingly gives cues to Blue, who is an expert at translating for him. He does the same for his sister, he says. She takes after Red more than him, he says. You can see it in how fucking reckless she is, he says.

Even N can tell the bite in his words is fake, only there to badly conceal a sob.

The pair eventually leaves to talk alone, needing comfort and time to process the information gleaned from N and Blissey. They also want to spend some time with her distraught team, forced by size and irritability to stay outside the hospital for the safety of both the Pokémon themselves and of everyone else present. 

N isn’t sure what to do with himself. He feels he is not supposed to be here, as he bears at least some responsibility for her condition. 

It’s also hard to look at all of the IV drips in her arm, the eyes he still doesn’t know the color of still shut tight. 

He’s not sure when he falls asleep, but when his eyes groggily slide open the sunset has turned to a moonless night. A hand, cold as NeverMeltIce and shaking horribly, is gently squeezing his wrist. 

“Are you ok?” she asks, voice cracking and weak.

Is he ok? Is he ok?!

Is he ok?

He blinks the sleep from his eyes, sees concerned green under furrowed eyebrows, and has his answer.

“I…I think I am now.”

Despite being her enemy, despite being the one to drag her into the spotlight of yet another plot, despite his willful ignorance of the truth to further his own ideals, despite everything, she smiles at him. “Good. That…that’s good.”

He has never felt this way before. His heart pounds so loudly and so strongly it rattles his vision, his palms sweat, his throat goes dry—and it’s somehow exhilarating. He supposes he’ll simply go where the feeling leads.

His hug is awkward, clumsy, and very sincere. She accepts it gratefully, curling into his warmth with a shiver as he carefully avoids yanking any of the various tubes attached to her or jostling her head too much. 

He knows he needs to leave, needs to reevaluate his views, needs to find a new purpose in life by expanding his knowledge of the world he was shuttered away from for so long—but for now, the only place he wants to be is right where he is. 

She is alive, he is alive, and somehow they have ended up here together. He finds he likes the company of another human far more than he could have ever dreamed. Perhaps he doesn’t have to go far to make his world grow bigger.

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[theelderhazelnut]

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I haven’t participated in ages, but here’s a good ‘ol song which describes the end of “Rise of the Villains: The Shadow” (prequel to Darker than Black) perfectly. It speaks about the time when Atoosa (Ombra) discovers a harsh truth about the cause of the death of her parents and the protector gods especially Raiden, after being a low level servant ar the Sky Temple. That very truth is that the protector gods are involved in a cult which killed her parents and many more innocent people (in that flight incident). However, this is only a portion of the main picture. Atoosa faces a tough decision: take revenge and be free of the chains of their control forever, or linger beside Raiden, and endure the chains of being a good girl who watches her life burning in flames.

Catch me as I fall

Say you're here and it's all over now

Falkus finds me, and tells me what I need to hear. Raiden, the very man I have feelings for, is on the same side with my parents’ murderers. I don’t want to believe it, in fact, I want him to catch me and save me. I want him to say that he is here for me, and that nothing is going to go wrong, so I won’t drown in this pain.

Speaking to the atmosphere

No one's here and I fall into myself

This truth drives me into madness

Well, Raiden doesn’t do it. He’s loyal to his belief, to his mortals. No one is there to save me, and show me only a glimpse of light.

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away

If I will it all away

There was only one way to stop this pain, and to free my rage. I can’t just sit here watch those vermins walk around and control my fate. I had enough of being a puppet to their will, and have my dreams and hope being taken from me. Yes, there is only one way and that is revenge. I have to be the one to have control over them.

Don't turn away (don't give in to the pain)

I made my decision. I was determined to join Falkus to make them all perish. But Raiden tries to stop me not because he loves me but because he is afraid of my worst.

Don't try to hide (though they're screaming your name)

I don’t want to hide anymore. But Raiden seems to want to protect us all from a known future. (Delia’s prediction about Ombra)

Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind them)

I am not going to neglect the reality anymore. Falkus offers me his hand, and opposing to Raiden, he is thrilled by what I am capable of.

Don't turn out the light (never sleep, never die)

And Falkus doesn’t want me to stop.

I'm frightened by what I see

But somehow I know that there's much more to come

Killing each and every one of those cultists is undoubtedly a scary set of flights, and once I take the first step, there will be no turning back. But it will quench my rage, and help me feel better; perhaps even the world.

Immobilized by my fear

And soon to be blinded by tears

However, something called fear is always there. I am willingly choosing to be the bad guy. I am crossing the moral codes my parents carved into the back of my mind. If I take Falkus’s hand and leave everything behind, I will become the exact kid my larents would despise. They wouldn’t want someone as pathetic as me to be their child.

Fallen angels at my feet

Whispered voices at my ear

They beg me to raise this hell, those on whom Raiden sees ugly horns of evil.

Death before my eyes

Lying next to me, I fear

She beckons me, shall I give in?

Upon my end, shall I begin

Forsaking all I've fallen for? I rise to meet the end

Shall I abandon everything behind? Shall I abandon the human in me, and become the monster strong enough to destroy another one?

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My girlfriend (ohstardew) started gushing about this story one day and I asked for the link because I was curious, and I can’t tell the amount of times we’ve chatted about it since as I’ve read through it to catch up. I wanted to share my thoughts in a comment so:

— Your writing is stellar. I can’t say this enough, it’s full of tension and drive, well-paced and with dialogue that feels like it is covering two layers at once. You embody need and lust with such a deft hand. — The power play in part 3 leading into their heated exchange, my god, the tension between them, the back and forth. You get the emotional beats down so well in this, this slow build heightening towards what we inevitably want to happen (even though I was biting my hand expecting it) — The start of part 4 with Snow was excellent hook to get me jumping into the story with bated breath and excitement. The way the reader raises the stakes, never easing up on the barbs and jabs and little daggers thrown his way, riling him up, oh it’s so good. — “Because I think you like chasing me.” This hits so hard and it’s such a good thematic statement of their dynamic. — The scene where she’s in his room showering and using his cologne… It’s such a small thing but it definitely is up there in my favorite parts of this whole story. — ok wait sorry for the full quote but “You faltered, if only for a few moments. Your pride wavering as you heard the want drip from his voice, still getting used to his eyes skating across your skin” (and its entire paragraph) is such good prose. I re-read it several times to savour it fully. The toxic jealousy that begins running at full steam ahead from this scene too, how it draws them closer into this messy spiral! Delicious. — It’d be remiss to not talk about the sex but the rising tension and climax it’s so good my brain kind of short-circuits. Getting Snow to snap and do it was such a deliciously long tease, the excitement paying off in the long run. (Sidebar but the warnings are good, thank you.) — The world-building and details you infuse into this makes it come alive so well. I cannot overstate how much it adds to the story, and how vividly it jumps off the screen because of that. It makes the reader-character feel more fleshed out and realized as an actual character anchored in the world, and had me hooked from the first chapter. There’s something to her that makes me root for her to get the one-up on Snow at times, even though I KNOW. That’s the power of your writing! — When she finds the drawer.. It felt like everything fell out from underneath her, in the most tantalizing and thrilling way possible. The heel turn in his treatment, the fury and rage and power oozing from him as he becomes so mean and nasty, it’s amazing. The sheer humiliation of how he treats her and yet she reacts the way she does!!!! (I think you did great navigating that dubcon scene fwiw. Really well balanced.) — You navigate smut and all its physical intricacies, the shame and want, the lust and filth, with pinpoint precision. I was re-reading trying to pick out a specific moment I liked the most, and really, all of it is so good it’s hard to choose. But the way you write Snow paying so much attention to the clit is top-tier. I keep lingering on that detail each time I read a scene, because it’s so perfect. It hits in all the right ways.

Finally, I appreciate all you do with this story. I could wait months if necessary, as long as you get the time you need to comfortably write. Thank you so much for sharing this.

best. ask. EVER.

oh my god. i absolutely was squealing reading this, i was so excited for your comment (your gf told me you were reading the fic despite it not being your usual go to pairing and so i was equally nervous and excited!! i know you’re a fellow writer too so i was anticipating your thoughts all the more) what an utter delight to wake up to.

i’m so beyond happy you enjoyed the fic so much, honestly can’t begin to describe how happy it made me reading through your thoughts!! and pls don’t apologise for quoting me back bc that’s my absolute favorite thing to see, best feedback imo is seeing which parts stuck out to people!! esp when the coincide with the parts i myself really loved writing.

chapter three is probably my favorite i can’t lie. she’s my little baby, i’m so proud of the dialogue there bc it’s something i used to struggle a lot with in the past so it was a benchmark of sorts! i’m so happy you enjoyed the prose as well as the little details. i love world building and sometimes wonder if it’s too much so i’m extra glad i stuck to my guns here.

hearing encouragement on the smut aspect too is like. THE best compliment, bc this is my first time posting smut, let alone a whole series full. so i love hearing what you enjoyed and i’ll absolutely be taking that into account going forward as i navigate the final chapter!! also so happy you liked the dubcon scene, your gf might have mentioned i was anxious as all hell working my way around that but ultimately im v happy with how it turned out.

again, thank you so so much for such a fleshed out comment, it means more than you could possibly know. as i’m sure you know being a fellow writer the process can really tire you out leaving you sort of numb to the content you’ve written, at a certain point while editing i start to question if any of it is even Good, but comments like yours really cement in why i do this and why i stick it out 🤍🤍🤍🤍

#like. so much love and appreciation coming your way <3 #ps!! i greatly look forward to your lucy gray fic if it sees the light (whenever that may be!) pls do take as much time as you need #*cheers you on from the sidelines in any and all artistic pursuits* #asks 💌 #attention #ohmeadows #treasure box 💫