#.I stand here vulnerable in front of you. Do you understand darling?

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Show Me What You Like

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.2K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: nudity, sexuality, reference to Astarion's trauma, female anatomy and male anatomy described, smut, penetrative and non-penetrative sex, romantic

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“Can we talk?” you said, standing in front of Astarion at the campfire. 

His face fell and worry settled in his stomach, “Of course.” he said as you two walked to your tent. 

“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” he fumbled.

You felt bad making him worry, but this was something that needed to be discussed in private. “Everything is fine my love, you haven’t done anything wrong.” you held his hand.

His eyes watched you intently, trying to figure out what could be going on. You had been together for a while, what could have changed? 

“I wanted to ask you something… I just wanted to establish what exactly you are comfortable with so I don’t cross any of your boundaries.” you played with your fingernails, feeling embarrassed despite there being no need. 

Astarion held your face, kissing you softly and pulling you close. He smiled at you brightly, “And here I was worried something was wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong with you near.” you kissed his cheek.

“Well… to begin… what are you comfortable with?” he asked you, holding your hands, moving to sit you both down on his bed roll. 

“Anything as long as it’s you.” you said confidently. 

He looked at you, shocked and confused. “Truly?” he asked.

You nodded your head smiling at him, “I know you love me, I know you’d never want to hurt me…” 

“Never.” he said, quickly kissing your knuckles.

“I know that if I don’t like something you’ll stop. So, yes, anything. As long as it’s you.” 

Astarion looked into your eyes, nothing but love was reflected in them. You trusted him with you. Your body, your mind, your soul. Everything was his for the taking, nothing asked in return except for knowing he loved you too. Astarion wanted your body, he just didn’t exactly know how. How to love, not just fuck. He dropped his hands to the laces on the front of your shift, pulling them loose gently. He looked at you, waiting for you to stop him. His hands were shaking, he felt like a clumsy virgin. 

You took his hands in yours, “Darling, you don’t have to do that. I didn’t talk to you about this to guilt you into sex. I talked to you so I can make you feel comfortable and safe, always.” 

“I… do want to.” he paused, searching for the right words. “I just… don’t know how. Sex has always been… a duty. Something I was forced into. I don’t know the difference between fucking and loving.” he felt so disappointed in himself, so stupid.

“Can I show you?” you asked him softly.

Astarion watched you with big eyes, feeling immensely vulnerable. He nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

You slid your shift off. You stood before him completely exposed. You took one of his hands, holding it tightly. “Do you want to touch me?” you asked.

“May I?” he flicked his eyes to yours. 

You nodded, smiling at him. Astarion’s shaking hands went to your face, he held you close to him bringing you into a sweet kiss. Your hands rested on his chest. You felt his hands slide down your shoulders, hips, down to your ass where he groped clumsily.

You chuckled slightly, pulling away, playing with the curls at the base of his neck.

“What?” he mumbled.

“You look different.”

“What do you mean?” he said, running his hands curiously up your waist. Fingers ghosting over the sides of your breasts. 

You hummed at the sensation of him touching you, body alight with want. “You look curious, like you’ve never been with me.”

“This is different from the clearing…” he said, a bit of hurt flashing across his eyes. As much as you reassured him that you understand why he did that, a part of him would never forgive himself. He used your body for his own gain, caused you the same pain he had felt for years. 

You could see him drifting, “That’s not you. This… this is you.” you said holding his hand over your heart while you held yours to his. 

Astarion nodded repeatedly before taking his own shirt off. He looked flawless in the moonlight cascading on his skin from the gap in the tent flap. You waited for him to touch you. He took your hand, pulling you into his lap as he sat on his bedroll. He pulled your hips down so you were sitting on him completely. He kissed your neck and chest repeatedly before taking a nipple into his mouth. Your breath caught in your throat as he fondled your other breast. You could feel him beneath you, getting more excited by the second.

“You can touch me too…” Astarion said briefly before switching to your other nipple, ensuring they both got the same delicious treatment. He nipped at you gently, causing you to let out a groan. 

You felt him all over, his touch rilling you up even more. Astarion bucked his hips up slightly. You both pulled away, equally surprised by the action. “I… umm… do you… we could…” Astarion stumbled over himself. You had never seen him so… him. His sultry, seductive self was nowhere to be seen. Underneath so much was this soft, kind vampling who cared so deeply about you. 

“Do you want to have sex?” you asked him, smoothing your thumbs over his face. 

Astarion nodded quickly which made you laugh, “Show me what you like.” you said kissing his cheek.

Astarion shifted slightly, pulling his pants off so you were both bare. He led your hand between his thighs, gasping when you softly started tugging him off. His head fell back, he gripped your thighs tightly. You went on for a minute before he pulled your hand away, breathing heavy. He moved his cock between your folds, both of you moaning at the feeling. He slipped himself inside, groaning loudly at the sensations. He felt positively euphoric, focusing on his own pleasure. You gently started riding him, searching his face for anything that indicated he was uncomfortable. He was letting out the sweetest noises as you picked up speed. He brought his hand to your clit, circling it over and over again while the other played with your tits. Both your pleasure builds intensely. Astarion began meeting the roll of your hips, he was covered in a sheen of sweat. Aching for the release he craved. You kissed his neck, nipping hickies into his pale skin. You came first, fluttering around him. You bit down into his shoulder so you didn’t cry out. You rode him through the overstimulation, determined to make him cum. His breathing became even more erratic, panting out praises. You felt him come undone, his body relaxing beneath you. You waited for a moment, breaths returning to normal. 

Astarion kissed up your chest, laying you down with him. He laid on his back and looked at the ceiling. Worry crossed your face, “Are you alright?” your voice wavered. 

Astarion smiled at you, “Heavenly… positively heavenly.” His eyes were hazy. He kissed over your face leaving butterfly kisses everywhere. You both laid in the afterglow, whispering words of love and affirmation to one another. 

“What?” you could see a question resting on his face. He waved you off dismissively, embarrassed with his question. You insisted, “Pleaseeeeee?” 

Astarion chuckled before pulling you into a kiss, “Can we do it again?” 

You laughed, rolling him on top of you “Of course.”

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Naboo's Note:

Hello petals <3 hope this is a fun little thing for all. Work is gonna be busy this week so I hope all the fanfics I've posted so far are enough to hold y'all over for a bit. Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! See you soon! Ilysm, xoxoxox :)

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UNTITLED N°1 !! demon dean

(gif from pinterest, credits to the owner)

tw ⭒ minors dni, SMUT, dirty talk, dean x f!reader, did i already said this is demon dean shit???? i am vibrating on another level istg, fingering (f. receiving), sex toys (vibrator), spanking, oral (m. receiving), p in v, public space, unprotected sex, etc.

a/n ⭒ ian i swear i'll hunt you down for giving me ideas EVERY FUCKING DAY and yeah, implicit the fact of the lipgloss stuff i wrote for jason but a bit different here, it's 1 am and i'm going back home from a party so prob no proof read, shhhh

words count ⭒ 2.505 (at this point i don't even dream of doing something short)

dean was changed since the last time you saw him, right before he received the mark of cain and way before he turned into a damn demon, sam and you looked for him for days until you stumbled with him outside of a night club which wasn't the best situation to find the guy who was supposed to be your boyfriend, the one that once treated you like the most important thing on his life and now only thought of you as another one night stand.

and what are you doing at a night club? well, long night and almost no sleep so you decided to take baby for a ride and maybe look for dean and here you are, standing in front of him while you fight the urge to punch him right across the face when you notice the lipstick smudges he has all over his jaw and neck "you're fucking amazing, dean" the sarcasm that drips from your voice seems to amuse him, dean grins at you with arms crossed over his chest as he walks closer "looks like you can't remember you shouldn't take the things that don't belong to you, sweetheart" he ignores your annoyance completely, walking around you with heavy steps almost as if he was a predator and you were a sick little animal to hunt and torture.

"yeah? i couldn't care less, what the hell are you doing here?" right behind the club the parking lot is almost empty, the led lights drawing shades on your bodies and the muffled music being almost completely hushed by your voice "having fun, can't a man have fun with a bunch of pretty girls? or are you getting jealous?" he has always had a smart mouth but this time his words do hurt a little but they also fuel your anger "you're being an ass, dean" words come out as a growl, avoiding his question because he already knows the answer damn well, it doesn't take humanity to understand that she loved the dean she used to know and that this dean only made her remember him but here again, he couldn't care less about your feelings right now.

"and you're being a pain in the ass, darling" he'll reply once he's in front of you, a devilish smirk on his lips at the same time he leans in making your heart rush because even with dean being a demon there was still an ounce of the man you loved and that minimal part of him still wanted you and only you, it was enough for it to take over and make you notice the glimpse of desire he had, a growing need to press his lips on yours and pin you against the impala, the same one that has already been the place for a good amount of the times you've let yourself melt into each other's touch and oh, if the evil side of dean hasn't used those memories to get off to your vulnerable image when you tremble under your lover. the way he stands so close to you, how he looks at your lips and licks his owns makes you shiver, making your lips part before he gives into your dean's needs; his lips are over yours, a bruising kiss as his hands grip your waist roughly, his touch making you moan from the pain his hands inflicted on your flesh.

once he pulled back you were panting and dean was living for that, his hand ran until it was on your neck "i think i have something in mind that you could enjoy, i miss someone misses fucking you dumb..." he whispers while tilting your head up to make you look up at him, green eyes fixed on yours made feel hypnotized until the point you walked to the passenger seat as dean got behind the steering wheel, the sigh making you even more hungry because the way he drove always made things to you. dean made the engine roar, pulling into the road until you both were sure it was safe to start anything. dean leaned to your side, his arm going behind your sit until he was able to reach a small vibrator he had used before with you, one of your road adventures from the past "are you gonna be good for me?" his voice was filled with a hint of what felt like mischief but also that cockiness that was part of him, you knew that maybe this wasn't the best idea, you should be the one driving to take dean back to the bunker but you mind was full of the bunch of memories of your boyfriend's dick deep inside of you and that was enough to make you forget any other responsability for at least a while, it had been a good long time since the last time you had any kind of sexual interaction thanks to him so, why not take the chance? so you nodded at him, lips pressed in a thin line as you waited for his next move.

there's a smirk on dean's face as he drives single handled, twisting the small vibrator between his fingers, dropping it on your thigh while you shift on your seat "sit pretty and spread those pretty legs of yours for me" he orders simply and you obey, legs spread enough for him to reach with his hand, undoing your belt and buttons before he slides two fingers under your clothes, starting to caress you slowly, torturing he plays with your clit circling over it before he pinches it softly making you moan shamelessly "fuck, dean..." you mutter when one of your hands goes to grab his wrist to make him stop when his fingers circle a bit faster "oh, you're being a little killjoy" he taunts with a click of his tongue but he takes his hand off you to grab the toy, turning it on just to slide it until he's able to press it against your sensitive bud, the vibrations making you gasp and hold onto the leather seat "just as slutty as always, aren't you? bet you've been dreaming about being fucked by me a lot lately" words making you moan and buck your hips, your eyes fixed on his movements when dean takes his hand away again, fingers coated on your wetness which he licks while glacing at you, the action only making you squirm in need of his mouth on you "and also as sweet as always, mhm, i could pull over and eat your pussy but i have other things in mind... close your legs, baby, and don't even think you can cum before i say you can."

with your legs closed the vibrator was pressed a little harder on your clit, it makes you sigh and whimper in the five eternal minutes it takes dean to find a good place to pull over, behind a small bar. he opens the door, getting to the back seat and sitting there, legs spread and his arms across the back of the seat "aren't you gonna come here, baby?" he asks teasingly, of course he was asking you to walk yourself out of the car and to the back seat, shaky legs and overstimulated, cursing him on your mind but still growing needier so when you get off the car and open the back door you can't help but bite your lip when dean is there undoing his belt and taking it off slowly with his eyes glued to you "come here and lay on my lap, sweetheart" he takes your hand in his, pulling you in taking advantage of your weak legs to make you lay on his lap, tummy flat over the seat while your hips rest over his legs when he closes the door before his hand stops on your ass, stroking you softly as he started to pull your jeans down slowly exposing your silky panties, chuckling lowly at the sight of the wet spot between your legs where the vibrator was still making you squirm and moan "so fucking wet, mhm? thought you would be harder to break down... such a easy whore" dean's voice is as rough and low as all the times you've found yourself so needy and hot for him, the big difference was that right now he was indeed a big bad wolf about to eat you alive.

every thought was erased of your head as soon as you felt his belt comming down to hit your ass, making you moan as dean's free hand snaked between your thighs to pull off the vibrator "oh, the little girl enjoys being spanked? you have a pretty sick mind, huh, you like being treated as a slut?" another spank falls on your rear, making you squirm and hold back a loud whimper before you nod "i love it... when you treat me like that" you moan, your reaction brings a wide grin to his face as he lets the leather belt fall again on your ass, the red marks of it standing over your skin as a sing of the way it would bruise by the morning, fuel for dean to keep it up until your cheeks were all red, your hips up with your ass on the air and your eyes teary from how much you needed him "god... dean, please" you beg and he growls at your voice.

"down. on your knees" he is quick to command, making you kneel on the floor, sitting all pretty and obedient between his legs as he undoes his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers making your mouth water at how hard his dick was in front of you "open that pretty mouth of yours, i want to fuck your face" the amount of dirty words turning you, leaning in you place your hands on his thighs while your tongue runs over his lenght tasting him and moaning softly at the way dean is looking at you. the growl he lets out when your lips are wrapped around his tip is gutural, his left hand going to grab a handful of your hair while you suck on him, tiny licks on him that leave your lips shiny from his precum "never thought a slut could look as pretty as you, mhm, those lips all pretty and shiny for me" he says in a low and raspy tone before he pulls your head by your hair, pressing his cock between your lips to make you swallow him right before he starts to move you, his hands making you bob your head causing you to gag and choke. your eyes are closed but it doesn't stop a few tears from falling from your eyes while dean pushes his dick into your mouth, throat fucking you between growls and moans of pure pleasure, smirking each time you gag and chuckling when he lets you pull away to breath but it doesn't take you too much until you're again looking to put his dick into your mouth "oh, baby so hungry... a needy whore that loves choking on my cock"

you whine when dean pulls you away from him, his hand grips your hair to bring you back to his lap but this time he makes you sit with your back pressed against his chest "i need to fuck that sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart, wanna see you ride me like a fucktoy" he whispers into your ear before making you lean forward, your ass perfectly pressed against him and a nice view of your hips and waist when he lifts you up and pulls your panties to the side before pushing his dick inside your snug walls in a rough thrust "so damn thight... gonna make you scream, baby" dean growls while his hands hold your waist to urge you to start moving.

at first you're just grinding your hips against his, feeling his dick moving inside of you in a way that made you moan softly but the need building inside your tummy made your movements change into quick and sloppy hops while you held yourself on the front seats, tits bouncing and your ass slapping against his body "that's a good bunny, fucking yourself on my cock like a good slut" a low moan escapes his lips and his hands are sliding under your black top, lifting the fabric until his hands are squeezing your breasts "you know how i love it when you're not wearing anything under your shirts? love this perfect tits of yours" you moan when his fingers are toying with your nipples at the same time he decides to move his hips to meet your movements, making him reach deeper inside of you.

anyone who came out of the bar sober enough could see what was going out inside of the impala, the sight of you bouncing with your eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned loudly enough to be heard if someone came closer to the car, it only turned you on more and it showed in the way your pussy clenched around dean like a vice, his strokes only going faster and harder when your legs started to fail you to keep on bouncing on him "who would have thought you would like to be seen getting fucked like a whore, mhm, you enjoy the way everyone knows you're getting dicked down so good, baby?" and you nod, your moans making it hard for you to speak properly, dean is laughing at you and it's humillating but it also makes you hornier "dean... i need to cum, please" your pleas are met with a hard squeeze on your tits and a hard thrust "really, bunny?" he asks with a smirk, hands back on your waist before he leans in to press a kiss on your back "do it, baby, cum all over my cock" and it takes you nothing, your pussy is squeezing him hard making a dark growl escape him and you're about to ask him to fill you up when dean lifts you, sitting you on his lap " 'm not filling your greedy pussy, love, not like you deserve it" he grunts, his hand around his dick as he strokes himself.

dean growls behind you, he's fisting his cock and moving his hand using your wetness to make his task easier and the lewd sounds make you eager to feel his hot load wherever he wants to put it on you "mhm, want me to cum on your dirty body, slut?" he asks with a smirk as his hand slows down for a bit "yes, please..." you say softly and it's the only thing dean needs before he cums behind you, white streaks painting your back and ass as he bites your shoulder harshly "there you go, huh... such a nasty whore" dean mutters on your neck, kissing your skin and nibbling on it "the best fuck i've had lately"

#mara's thoughts #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x f!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Kisaki Tetta

I´m so glad, that I found the time to finish up with him! :) At some points, he was even surprisingly difficult... The semester is nearly over, so now comes the exam time, where I will be more focused on studying... At least for the next month...

Anyway here we go:

Kisaki Tetta

Obsessive and manipulative, he already has very prominent traits, that could define him as Yandere even in Canon. In my opinion, he is already one of the closest depictions of what a Yandere could be like in Tokyo Revengers. So let´s see, what we can do with him.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

That man is intensity personfied. He is all or nothing, with the things he does. A possessive hand in the small of your back, as he practically leads you along. An expensive gift, that he insists you wear, because it matches him. He is all about making clear to everyone that you and him, are one. He would commit the worst atrocities, murder and torture and then gift it all to you. He wants, that whoever thinks of you, will also think of him and the other way around. There is no separation between the two of you in his mind.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He can get very messy, when it comes to his darling. He can´t stand it, when someone acts like they are above his darling, and he will personally make sure, that they will regret such things. Kisaki identifies himself with you, and every action taken against you, is in extension also taken against him. He would tear everyone apart, who dares to issue such an insult to the both of you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

With him, there a backhanded compliments, that might have had a genuine root, but his intention got somewhere twisted between what he wanted to say and what comes out of his mouth. He is the king of gaslighting and mental manipulation, as he twists everything you say around. But all these things stem from his strong desire to not lay his hands on you. The only way to make him violent, is when he feels deeply cornered and can´t find another way out, at least when it comes to you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He manages to somehow navigate events in such a way, that everything tends to run in a manner that is favourable to him, which he also does in conversations with you. In short, whenever the two of you talk, he tends to manipulate you, or if he can´t reach you in the moment, he will turn to other people. You might not even realize, what is going, but that man definitely took the reins from you. He is the one, that makes the choices

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It most certainly depends on how much he trusts you in the first place, before he tells you anything. Still, even when he doesn´t trust you, he will sometimes rant in front of you. Just venting out his frustrations, while simultaneously trying to keep things away from you, that could be used against him. This though, rather in the vein of „Ignorance is bliss“, as doesn´t want to paint a  target on your back, when it would come out, that confides in you. Though everyone sees the two of you as the same, no?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Kisaki will understand, that this is simply part of a natural response, when someone realizes, that they are loosing control of everything. He takes you lashing out surprisingly well, as he does his best to give you a calm facade. Still, he is annoyed, even though he saw it coming from a mile away, but that doesn´t mean he has to like it, now does it? He will wait it patiently out, as he waits for the situation to calm down again. He knows, there is nothing he can do, that would help.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He is confident in his abilities to keep you confined, if he will so. Kisaki knows, that there is no way, that you would ever get too far away from him. He knows, that he has played you in a position, where escape from him is impossible. Still, he doesn´t like it, when has to watch you attempt to run, even when he easily caught you again. For him, it feels like you are willing to throw the love you have simply away. It´s like you consider not even worth it. He hates that. It feels like you don´t even acknowledge what he is doing for you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It is a terrifying moment, when the man in front of you seems to change suddenly in front of you. From everything, that you could have ever wanted, to someone, who is clearly cunning and arrogant, who wouldn´t care if the world burned down around him as long as he still gets what he wants in the end. How when you try to run, to separate yourself from him to understand what just happened, he just casually points out, that there is no one you could run to. The knowledge, that he is right, and the loneliness that slams into you. He is right.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He believes, that what he wants in his future, is something, that would be so easy for you to give. He wants his feelings to be reciprocated. That´s it. Sometimes, you can catch him paging through wedding magazines, just looking at it all, though he will put those aside, when you come around. He wants to be loved. That is all he wants, and while he does thinks on one hand,  it would be easy for you, he knows on the other, that it is not as easy and will be so much harder for you. Because while he can be a bit delusional about the future, he is very aware of the present.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

When he sees someone cozzying up to you, all fuses get blown out in his brain. It doesn´t matter how you reacted to the attempts, the only thing that he can see, is someone else taking away, what he wanted for so long, and you not even trying to stay. He will sharply lash out at the offender in public, and depending on how angry he is, the other might never be seen again. Only in private, he will send sharp jabs at you as well. Making thinly-veiled insults, that blame you for what has happened. In that, he is rude and immature, and so very insecure in what he has with you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

When he is just starting to get to know you, he will act in a manner, that appeals to you entirely. It´s the way he dresses himself, and the manners he displays. In total, he appears like the man you have always wished for. Though over time, some of his actual personality traits start to shine through, as he lets them show more and more, but you barely notice. Till the final moment, where he lets mask fall completely, and you have to deal with the consequences of his love.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Kisaki tends to be awfully observant. He might know more about you, and how you tick, than you might know about yourself. Ever now and then, he will drop a tidbit of information, that make clear to you, that he cares about you. He mentions things, that you talked about, and just seems to listen to you, when you talk. He acts, as if the two of you run primarily in the same circles, as he slowly inserts himself into every aspect of your life. He knows, and that is with what he approaches you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

His mask and his actual personality differ a bit in ways, Kisaki himself, can´t stand. He is aware, that he is a bit more anxious, than he would like to be, but it might even exceed of what he is aware of. He is also just a tad bit more insecure, than he tends to present himself, though he always tries to never let that part of him slip through. He knows, how easily the image he pulled up, could be destroyed by emotions, that are genuine for him, and so he hides it. Again, and again.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

A tactian trough and trough, he will not become physical with you, when he deems your behaviour unacceptable. He know, that if he falls down to that level, that he can kiss his expectations and dreams goodbye. Instead, he will try to isolate you, withholding your meals. He will ignore and stop talking to you, as if to make you crave his interactions again. If all of these attempts, will fall flat, he isn´t above to turn his ire to the people you loved, and blame you for the things he did.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He is a manipulator. There aren´t many things, that you can do any more, as soon as you are in his hands, that are outside his control. Kisaki won´t allow you many freedoms, keeping everything you do closely monitored, even though you might not even realize it, at this point any more. He just always seems to be there, wherever you go, and in whatever direction you turn, he will be there to catch you again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Kisaki knows how the saying goes: Good things, come for those that wait. And so, he settles down to do exactly that, wait. He will be the most patient he has ever been, and even if he feels his own patience comes to an end, he will simply remind himself over and over again, what his reward would be. Decades, would have nothing on this man, as he knows, that he is getting closer to his goal, with every action, the two take. He lays in wait, and feeds himself with dreams and fantasies. He will wait.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

It would be quite a wonder, if his darling ever manages to escape or leave him. And quite frankly, he would simply get them back, if this was the case. Tough, if his darling dies, he would be inconsolable. He will mourn your death, as it renders him apart. You were the most important thing for him in the entire world. He doesn´t know what to do without you here. He will turn into a menace, as there will be absolute hell to pay for the world, that tore you away from him. In retaliation, he will absolutely ruin, everyone elses life, just like his is ruined without you there.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

If he ever felt guilty, expect him to rationalize his way through it. In the same way, he will also deal with you. Every action he takes, brings him one step closer to what he wants, and he knows that. He knows, what he needs to do, to face the least amount of complications to his courting of you. He knows, what needs to be done to keep you safe, alive and happy, and he will provide. He will do all these things, that are so very necessary in his eyes. It´s simply rational.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Kisaki grew up in a cold home. A distant father and even further out of reach mother. The only thing his parents left for him, was the weight of their expectations under which he suffered. Achievement after achievement of his was discarded for only harsher expectations. And no matter what, he would always meet them, even if he received no praise for it.

He was a lonely child, and when he found you, and you acknowledged what he could do and what he did, that was the moment he fell in love. It was also the moment, your life was forfeited. He feels, because you are the only good thing in his life, entitled to be the only one, that receives your affections. He feels entitlement towards the whole of you.

It also doesn´t help, that sociopathetic tendencies of his in his youth, were resolutely ignored by the people, who didn´t even care in the first place. It makes him more dangerous, than many will ever realize, and when they do, it will already be too late. Another thing, that comes back to bite everybody in the ass, that Kisaki only managed to receive praise from the people around him as a child, when he was absolutely ruthless, which obviously only nourished that kind of behaviour even further.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

While witnessing these kinds of behaviours from his darling, don´t necessarily make him uncomfortable, it still doens´t mean, that he likes to see it either. If it´s needed Kisaki can ignore your crying and screaming, and simply continue on as if normal. He can stop you easily from isolating, when he simply moves his work into whatever room you are, so that you never really loose his company. But even though he feels more neutral about the whole thing, he still has to admit, that he finds it exhausting when you are in these moods, and so tries to prevent them from happening in the first place.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

No matter how is emotions play him, no matter what cruel things might be his first impulse, he stays rational. He keeps staying composed, no matter what happens. Kisaki is aware of all the things that tend to run amok inside his mind, but he also knows how to keep all of these intrusive thoughts under wraps. To be honest, the only thing that tends to annoy with Kisaki is how he will feel entitled to you, but this is also one of the only ways, that is tendencies will showcase themselves.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

While he is fairly arrogant, and tends to seem like he is folding to your wishes, don´t think you can manipulate this man. Any attempt of that, can only end badly for you. It´s not so much that it is impossible, but more the fact, that even while he seems sometimes a bit aloof to you, he still very aware of who you are as a person and how you normally act. For him, it ´s fairly obvious, when you change your behaviours, in small or big ways. It doesn´t matter. In this relationship, he is the master manipulator, and he will stay that as well. Rationality, the thing he loves so much, might be your only friend in this situation.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He isn´t one for hurting his darling, because he knows, that it won´t really amount to anything, except fear and reluctance. Both things, he doesn´t want from you. So, he won´t really resort to violence. Especially, because it would also tarnish the reputation he had build for himself. And quite frankly, he doesn´t even like it. The only time, he will lash out violently, is when he feels himself backed into a corner. Though, it is unlikely, that you will actually achieve that in the first place. A cornered animal, is the most dangerous that exists.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

While he is not exactly a worshipper, he doesn´t want to be worshipped either. Still, there is something about the way he acts, that does and demands both either way. He sees you as the only one for him. In that matter, he makes it clear to you, that there won´t be anyone else. He has thrown in his lots with you, and so he will stay no matter what. He is dedicated to you in all the ways, that matter to him. In the beginning he even changed his personality to fit in better with you, and some remnants of that time will always cling to him. He has changed himself for you. All of this simply because of the loyalty and dedication he holds for you.

After all of this, he expects your dedication to him as well. He wants to be only one for you as well, and expects the reassurance from you that he is. He wants to know, that you love him, just as much as he loves you. That you will listen to him, and acknowledge who he is. That you want him, the same way that he wants you. He just wants to see his love being reciprocated wholly

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He would pine forever for his darling, if that is what it would take. The only way, you could make this man snap, is when you outright reject him. It´s the only thing, that he can´t bear to hear from you. Outright rejection would break him. Otherwise, he tends to stay amicable, as he still tries to garner your favour. He would wait till the end of time, as long as you don´t say „No“ to him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He fell in love with who you are. Kisaki loves you for being you. He changed himself to fit better in with you. There is no way, that he would ever break you. He does play mind games. Sure. Because they are one of the few things, that come naturally to him. It doesn´t mean, that he wants to break your mind apart. Even so, he takes great care, to mend you mind, whenever he feels like you´re slipping from him. Trying to isolate. He will be there. This is one thing, that you will never have to worry about with him.

#yandere #yandere kisaki #yandere alphabet #xreader #Tokyo Revengers #tokrev #kisaki tetta #yandere headcanons #headcanons #kisaki headcanons #kisaki x reader #Yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons

[melis-writes]

Hello, you could do where Michael and Victoria are fighting, so they decide to talk to resolve this

Drama! 🥴 But also reasoning and communication. 🥰 It sounds very Vichael and kiss-and-make up prompts with those two are always something! 😅❤ Little bit of sass on Victoria's behalf here and I can't blame her. 😂 Call that man out on his bullshit smh. This prompt also reminds me of how Kay was described to be the only one who could make Michael act out of his nature/change him--something along those lines. I feel this is very true for Victoria in Moth to Flame.🤗

Nothing but Business...

“No, I’ve had enough!” You snap, scowling. “It’s reckless? No, it isn’t, this is how it’s always been.”

“This is how it’s always been with your father,” Michael points out, leaning against the front of his office desk. “And with your brothers, but not you.”

“How is it that you always get what you want even to things that don’t concern you?” Your eyes sting with tears, frustrated beyond belief. “And I can’t have any say in it?”

“You can,” Michael asserts, raising his tone of voice. “I didn’t say you couldn’t, Victoria. Why do you insist on getting in the midst of everything?”

“I’m not!” You shout, completely defensive. “I told you last time and I’ll say it again—what you say and think towards my family’s ‘business’ doesn’t mean anything. Whether I like it or not, I’m still involved in all of this.”

“You insist on being stubborn,” Michael crosses his arms. “Make your point.”

“I already have,” you glare, “you don’t like it. I know you don’t because you’re not in control, is that it?”

“You’re free to make whatever assumptions you’d like,” Michael brushes you off, appearing nonchalant.

“Don’t play stupid, Michael,” you speak back in a calm tone, “it doesn’t suit you.”

“Watch how you speak to me,” Michael snaps back, irritated.

“I’m not going to speak to you at all,” you scoff, “clearly, this is going nowhere and I’m supposedly the stubborn one.”

“I’m trying to reason with you, for one,” Michael takes a step towards you.

“Reason with me? You’re ridiculous!” You narrow your eyes. “You’re riding off on a power high over control of the docks because of Don Tomassino’s support and now you don’t want me to get involved over something that has my name all over it? I’m the one who can’t reason with you.”

“I’m trying to protect you!” Michael exclaims. “That is all!”

“And it’s reckless?” You murmur, moving away from him. “I’m reckless?”

“That’s now how I meant to say it.” Michael states.

“Right,” you roll your eyes. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry, Victoria,” Michael places a hand over your arm gently, taking you by surprise.

You look up into your husband’s eyes, pleasantly surprised and confused all at once; an unfortunate rarity it is to have Michael apologize towards anything and anyone, let alone in such a manner.

“But I won’t stand here and argue with you. I won’t fight with you,” Michael speaks in a calm, soothing tone. “I refuse to put us through that.”

“I don’t understand what you want from all of this,” you whisper back.

“Your safety is paramount,” Michael slides his hand down your arm, intertwining his fingers with yours. “All I want to do is protect you.”

“You have a strange way of showing it sometimes,” you swallow hard. “You need to do better.”

“I know,” Michael nods, “I know that, darling. I can’t blame you. You’re not in an easy position being Giuseppe’s daughter and my wife. Politics of our families aside my enemies in Sicily are vultures for vulnerable positions like this. You are not reckless, but you are still vulnerable.”

You nod back at Michael glumly, “none of this is easy.”

“It never is,” Michael sighs quietly, grazing his thumb over the back of your hand. “But it’s never worth it to fight with you. I want to talk to you about this and resolve it. We both feel strongly about control over the docks, however…” Michael faces you directly, holding both of your hands. “When I look at you, I see my wife. I see a Corleone. I no longer see a Ferarri, but others do not.”

“What will you do, then?” You squeeze Michael’s hand back. “What does this mean for us?”

"We’ll talk about it,” Michael leads you towards the chesterfield couch across from his office desk. “I’ll tell you as much as I know.”

#godfather au #prompts #michael corleone #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone fanfic #michael corleone x oc #godfather x reader #the godfather #moth to flame fic #not canon #vichael

[romanoffsbish]

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Older fic of mine I’d never posted here 🤪

Y/N's POV

"Thor, leave me be, I will be going to the bar. You're my brother, not my keeper."

"You're the sister of the Ruler of Asgard..."

"Yes, which makes me a Goddess, you might have the crown, but that makes you no better than me. Now move, Valkyrie will be there any moment."

"Valkyrie? You mean the one who kidnapped Loki and I? Selling us to that organization??" Thor questions me angrily.

"Yeah, which reminds me, I should thank her for that. I never felt more free than I did for the few days you weren't around."

"Y/N, I have many enemies... I just want you safe." Thor sighs in defeat

"I understand that brother, I really do, but I'm no damsel in distress. Plus, Valkyrie is street smart, she'll keep me safe." I reply, moving to leave, and kissing my brothers cheek in farewell.

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I walk into the club, the one Valkyrie made sure was built into the New Asgard.

As expected, she's surrounded by girls willing to throw themselves at her. She's not giving in to their advances, but she's also not really pushing them away either.

I make my way to the bar first, choosing to wait for her to notice me.

"Lady Y/N, what shall I get for you?" The bartender questions me.

"Your best Asgardian mead of course." I request, and am instantly met with a glass filled to the brim.

"Thank you." I express my gratitude, sipping through my straw, and turning to inspect the dance floor once more.

As soon as my eyes land upon her, she's already staring back at me. Her face lit up, and she gently pushed the girls around her away.

Valkyrie's POV

The women around me were beautiful—sure, but none of them could live up to Y/N. So the moment I saw her I had to make my way to her. I'd do anything to have her in my arms.

"You're here!" I beam, and pull her into my embrace, slightly jostling her glass and resulting in some minor spillage.

"You spilled my drink." I hear her pout.

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You've got a cute way of talking

You got the better of me..

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"I'm sorry princess..." I whisper, then gently wipe the slight spillage off of her.

"How can I make it up to you?" I question, staring directly into her eyes, and smirking.

"You can start by calling your groupies off, their glares are permeating my peace." She replies, finishing her drink off in one gulp.

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Just snap your fingers and I'm walking

Like a dog hanging on your lead

I'm in a spin you know

Shaking on string you know

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"Easy." I reply, grasping her hands and pulling her to the floor, obviously shocking her.

"What are we doing?" She questions me, with a curious smile on her face.

"I'm calling them off, by showing them what I want." I husk into her ear, then pull her back into my front, resulting in her releasing a gasp.

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You make me feel like dancing

I'm gonna dance the night away

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Y/N's POV

This is the last thing I expected, but also the one thing I wanted. I've dreamt of being this close to her, and now that I'm here it feels amazing.

I begin to move to the rhythm, grinding into her whenever the beat hits just right.

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You make me feel like dancing

I'm gonna dance the night away

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Her hands are firmly holding my waist, slowly guiding me until she's flipped me to face her. She smiles down at me, and I can't help but to smile right back up at her.

"Did you mean it?" I shout in question, my smile slightly faltering.

"Mean what darling?"

"That you want me?" I question her, a vulnerability breaking through.

She places her hand on my hip, then the other falls behind my neck. She swiftly dips me—then plants her lips to mine in a brief, passionate kiss.

She pulls back, and I stand there completely still with my eyes closed. Trying to process what just happened in its entirety.

"The groupies are gone sweetheart." She laughs into the space between us, then she pecks my lips once more.

"I hope you believe me now." She mutters.

"I'm not sure, I might need some more convincing.." I cheekily reply.

She kisses me once more, then we find ourselves dancing the night away...

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741 Words 🤪

Shortest one-shot of mine ever.

❤️Kaitlyn☺️

#valkyrie #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x fem!reader #valkyrie x y/n #valkyrie x female reader #valkyrie x you #wlw #marvel women #valkyrie oneshot #brunnhilde #brunnhilde x reader #Brunnhilde x fem!reader

[benbee]

Maybe you’re as bad as me. But worse than i’d thought.

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, 

Summary: Edward didn’t know he’d ever meet someone three steps ahead of him, until he did.

The moonlight lit the dark city, the streets bustling yet empty, the rain so gloomy yet comforting. The cold weather creeps up into your apartment, late at night as you snuggle up into your blanket. The tv static lulls you to sleep, the night air cold and comforting, there he stood behind your couch, watching your sleeping face.

He can’t help but get giddy, such a vulnerable state you’re in. He can’t help but notice that your glass of milk didn’t go down as much as he wanted. His smile fades as he remembers he had put sleeping pills in it. Disappointed, he takes the tape out, and tapes your wrist and mouth together. He couldn’t help but rub around your face, he admired every single part of you, he knew you’d just do the same to him, but it might take a little longer for you to understand. But that’s fine, everything will be worth it in the end.

Your body felt heavier than you’d thought, sore too. Maybe it was the milk? Or your lack of comfort when you’d fallen asleep, either way your body felt bound. You tried to move only to find yourself struggling, you wake fully and notice you’re not at your apartment, rather somewhere else. Fight or flight instincts kick in for a second, searching the room for any trace of who could’ve possibly put you here.

“Oh good! You’re awake. I thought i’d have to wait even more for you bunny.”

Your body tenses, the fear is thick in the air immediately interrupted as he goes in front of you. “Be quiet okay sweetie? Promise you won’t make noise for me, or i’ll have to hurt you. I know it sounds too much but darling, you brought it upon yourself!” He clasps his gloved hands together, despite his mask obscuring your view of his face, you could tell how happy he is. You don’t say anything but look at him with big eyes, observing his mask in the darkness. His patience gets the best of him, he pulls the duck tape off harshly, you wince at the tape tugging at your skin, and let out a little gasp. 

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?” His voice lower, in which you let out your nervous panting breaths. You nod furiously to him, to which he chuckles at you. “Such a sweet thing you are, wouldn’t want to do anything bad happening to you, would you?” He leans back, standing on his full height as he begins to look down on you. Your eyes follow him as he walks away into what you assumed to be, hallway. Heart beating fast, but not out of fear. 

He comes back with a phone in hand, it was so bright it could illuminate through his glasses. “I finally got them, god they’re so adorable, they’re like a scared goat. All frozen in fear with nothing to do nor say. This will be the beginning of act 1 everyone, just you wait till they become all mine.” He laughs, as he sets down his phone in front of a dresser, and sits next to you.

He grabs you to sit on his lap, he makes you look at him as he motions you to kiss him. Or more appropriately, his mask. To his surprise you oblige, the stream blowing up more than it did, and you begin to nuzzle into him when you had finished. “T-this wasn’t supposed to be apart of the plan-” he nervously murmurs.

He shoves you off him and onto the bed, hurriedly going to his phone. “I-I think that’s enough today, i-i’ll see you guys.” He fumbles around the phone before finally turning the stream off. “What the fuck was that?” He turns his body to look at you, ripping the tape around your wrist. “Ow!” “Oh, so you can talk. I thought for a second you’ve become mute.”

“I was just doing what you told me to do, isn’t that what you wanted?” you pouted, you’re mocking him, he thinks. His blood beginning to curdle within him. “Oh so acting smart now?” He pushed you onto the bed, “You weren’t supposed to comply, you’re supposed to resist me, fight me, hate me, be mad at me, I know you’d be. I’ve been stalking you for months now, what the fuck changed.” He had cornered you on the bed, he was ontop of you, while you only gripped his coat in response. 

Fighting off a smug smile, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down. “Oh, well. I don’t really know what you’re talking about..” You trailed off, his face was in front of yours, your breath fanning on his mask as he breathes heavily. “I’ve always known though,” you continue, as you slowly remove his mask, his mouth becoming visible.

 “That you’ve been watching me,” you mumble against his lips, as his mask finally comes off and you capture him in a kiss. “I guess we’re not so different you and me. But the difference is, im three steps ahead of you Eddie.” 

#the riddler #riddler x you #riddler x reader #paul dano #edward nashton #danonation

[surrealsunday]

Jaime, happy new year 🥂✨

I’ve finally read Chapter 7 last night ‘cause yesterday finally marked the end of this stressful seasonal time hence from tomorrow I can finally catch some breathe and have some time to properly write down my thoughts of the last chapters, but I couldn’t wait any longer to ask you some questions and share some of my thoughts about this crucial chapter, bear with me 😮‍💨

I thought I was more than ready for the angst -oh silly silly me 🫠- because I’ve unfortunately stumbled upon few spoilers on my twitter timeline and also watched the movie plenty of times but of course you being you -and please, take it as a compliment- I should’ve known better and kinda expected that you would have taken a light romcom and found a way to make it x1000 darker and angstier 🚶🏼🚂🫠📈

(this is how I picture you writing the chapter:)

And everyone prepared me for the last line which yeah, was hurtful-

{and perfect, given the context; will it gonna set the ground for the iconic Kat Stratford quote “but mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all”? we’ll see.}

-but no one prepared me for the sight of one Lucas Lallemant, small and from afar, hand pressed on a tree and hunched over. That was the worst, it hurt as hell. That was the breaking point for me. Nothing could ever prepare me to that. My baby, my precious darling boy couldn’t literally stand straight, so devastated from pain he was. It truly was a crushing sight. (And the force of that vision once again struck me in awe for how much talented you are in writing, the way you can always make us vividly picture a scene as if we’re in it; I don’t know how you can do it, but please never stop).

tbh if I may say, it is kinda hard not to hate Eliott a little bit if we see it from Lucas’s perspective given that their relationship was far more intimate, complicated and deeper than the one portrayed by Kat and Patrick in the movie, not to mention the weight of the emotional baggage/traumas each of them carries here unlike the OGs, and how much it can easily fill one up with hatred in the aftermath of sharing something that makes your soul feel unbearably, almost violently naked only to be repaid like that; you feel nauseous, you feel furious, you feel pain. most of all you feel shame. for letting yourself be a fool vulnerable, for the things you have said or done, for the way he lead you on, for both a public and private humiliation and well, all that’s a powerful fuel for being vicious. so yeah, I guess all this nonsense rant is just to say: Lucas, darling, you’re allowed to hate him a bit right now. you did absolutely nothing wrong. Or maybe I’m overprojecting and there’s not an ounce in that boy capable of hating Eliott, not even close not even a little bit.. it’s just- for fuck’s sake, it was his first party. his first party after years, and this time he willingly wanted to be there. he said ‘fuck that. i’m doing it. i want to be just a regular guy enjoying a party with my friends. i wanna give eliott this, i wanna give myself this. and what’s the worst that could happen? it already happened. it will be alright. eliott’s gonna be there this time. i feel safe with him” and then we failed him. we absolutely spectacularly failed him. we didn’t protect him. eliott didn’t protect him. I’m not saying he telling him gently the truth in the safety of his room, where nothing else exists but them and time and space are just concepts would have sweeten the pill: lucas would have probably left the apartment upset anyway but things would have been thousands of times better if he had the chance to find out from eliott, alone together, in a quiet surrounding, not from charles fuckin munier, shout like that (“frigid fag”, my heart was bleeding 💔) in front of everyone. listen, I do kinda understand why Eliott was so utterly terrified of doing anything that could make him lose Lucas, okay? he’s a mess and we love him anyway but I don’t think I will have it in me to ever forgive him for letting Lucas go to the party in the first place when not only he knew charles would have been there, but most importantly now knowing the reason behind lucas’ decision of never going to a party ever again. goddamn it, it was all there. the tension in his tiny body in front of the house before going inside, his smile, so candid and sweet, so brave and trusting on the doorway.. it literally felt like watching an innocent lamb going inside the slaughterhouse and can’t do anything to save it (which i’m pretty sure it’s a clear visual you gave us on purpose to hurt us even more at that point 😭). He should’ve known how big step, how important it was that moment for lucas to be there, in a party again, and how fundamental it was for him to have a good memory of it. instead, we scarred him again, for good. to find out the truth in that horrible, humiliating brutal way.. it was just too much. you did warn us to be fair, but I couldn’t ever imagine it would be like that. 1/2

Ok I'm gonna put the second part of your ask below a 'read more'. I was going to answer each individually but I want to be able to go through your comments as a whole because I jump around a bit and I want to give all your thoughts their due (this is epic btw and I bow down to you and your brain).

2/2 In the movie, Kat’s reaction at the party is mostly rage and fury ‘cause that’s how she cope in the first place with pain. she looks like she’s capable of unleashing hell on earth and the only reason she’s not it’s only because you’re unworthy of the her time.

Here, Lucas’ reaction is just heartbreaking. He can’t stand on his feet. He can’t even speak, spit a quick snarling remark to Eliott’s face when the truth comes out as Kat did to Patrick (“nothing in it for you, huhn”) before marching away. It pained so much to know that he thinks his deepest fears and doubts have just been confirmed (there’s something to be said about the loose thread that connect the facade of confidence he shows with that “you’re kinda easy for me, huhn?” thrown with almost rhetorical nonchalance to mask his insecurities; he wanted it to be true so bad, he doesn’t understand why or how he landed a guy like Eliott but he’s starting to believe this is the real deal; only to have the world drops out underneath him just half an hour later, and have to admit “this whole time, I thought it was weird that you liked me” as in testimony that he never let himself truly believe someone like Eliott could ever be possibly into someone like him, and that hurts a lot; my beautiful boy can’t see his own worth, his own breathtaking beauty inside and out. On this note, I still wanna punch that bartender in Tempo who cruelly commented “well, no offense but you two look mismatched” and later on Lucas self consciously half jokes with his mom “I guess you can tell we’re quite mismatched” like LUCAS BABY NO 🐥🔪🔪🔪). that moments so intimate and special he shared with Eliott were only for money and sick jokes with his worst enemy (“did he pay you to fuck me? a fifty if I sucked you off, cool hundred if I let you put it in me?” was such a cherry on top for the part of me thriving in angst, but at the same time: sTOP IT, I’M ALREADY ON MY KNEES 💔💔). Unlike Kat, rage and anger have soon been swallowed by gut-wrenching pain here, and the mix has quickly turned into a stone cold blank slate as if the last shred of him’s died, and blood is all over Eliott’s bare hands. (“Lucas smiles. There’s no humour or happiness in it. He looks nothing like himself. “I want to know what I’m worth.” The words slice into Eliott, jagged and sharp. This is what he has done – what he has made Lucas feel.”)

I truly don’t know how they’re gonna fix this. I naïvely thought it wouldn’t be that bad when we first started this journey (again: silly silly me), but it was before knowing the history between lucas and charles. that background story made it 100x worse. and when eliott thought “he’s a part of that. He allowed himself to become part of that.” you just wanna hug him so tight ‘cause in the end he’s as much as hurt by his own actions as lucas but oh eli darling, you didn’t know, you couldn’t possibly know when you first got involved 💔 but band aids don’t fix bullet holes, how can you recover from something so wrong? how can you fix something so twisted? I’m not a huge fan of Friends but it came to my mind that sequence of Rachel and Ross after she found out he slept with another girl during their break/not a break and he’s literally on his knees, begging for her forgiveness and she simply said “I can’t. you’re a totally different person to me now. I used to think of you as somebody that would never ever hurt me, and now I can’t stop picturing you with her. It changes everything.” I’m not saying Lucas thinks Eliott will never ever hurt him, that’s something no one can promise you, and the stake is higher whenever you let someone closer, something my boy had to learn the hard way all his life, but he certainly thought he knew Eliott enough to trust the boy won’t hurt him purposely or out of wickedness; ‘cause he has built this idea of Eliott in his mind of a genuinely good guy, the kind of guy who’s more upset someone thinks him capable of hurting an animal rather than being concerned of worse rumors involving his persona (“Lucas is doing that staring thing again, his expression unreadable. It doesn’t feel like a bad thing. It feels a little like he’s found something fascinating in Eliott and wants to take his time sorting it out”), the kind of guy who does something ridiculously sweet like pressing a tender kiss on the back of your hand in a public place (bastien’s shop) and reach for it to cup on his chest in his sleep (and in reality all those little things are quintessentially Eliott, the true Eliott, we know it) and now everything has crumbled down, and the merciless light of reality has highlighted that truth is: he doesn’t know Eliott at all. That Eliott is more than capable of hurting him, he’s capable of hiding things and twisting truths and taking him apart for money and- god it must be horrible to be inside Lucas’ mind right now. It’s like swearing to your significant other that you will stay with them no matter what, only to find out the worst thing they ever did, they did it to you. So yeah, guess you weren’t kidding when you said “things are gonna get messy and the train will derail indeed” 🫠

I’m looking forward to see what Lucas’s next step will be; throughout the chapters, he never failed to surprise me, totally unpredictable and unique, so it will be very interesting to see what he got in store for us (somehow I have the feeling it will be something different from a self-written poem read in public, first of all ‘cause my boy is a smartass genius but not a writer 🤭).

also: I applaud Daphne’s great gesture of punching and kicking Charles -you go girl ❤️‍🔥- but I’m gonna turn and toss in the tomb if I don’t see Lucas’s getting the last word or a revenge with Charles (Lucas’ Reputation Era WHEN 🐍🐍🐍🤭).

I knew that scene would have come, I just didn’t know by which hand; not gonna lie, I caressed the idea of 10Things!Eliott and Tempo!Eliott 🤝🏻 punching whoever traumatized Lucas’s first BJ experience 🤭

I’m more than curious to hear about your opinion at this point of the storyline and I’m practically dying to know the behind-of-the-scene details because it will never cease to fascinate me your writing process and your line of thought: were you frustrated with some of the characters and their actions at some point? Has it been challenging to write scenes like that, do compromises to make it follow a precise timeline given that this time you had to follow a predetermined script ecc

None of your other versions of Elu had ever been through such a horrible messy betrayal as this one; how did that make you feel as an Elu stan and/or as an author? Can you picture it as something one of your versions of Eliott and Lucas (I don’t mean the ones we’ve already met, I mean hypothetical ones that could be born by your hand) would be capable of do eventually (betraying Lucas’s trust)?

So how did “10 Things” was born exactly? What put this specific idea in your mind -The Chosen One- and consequently translated into action? Do you have any other Elu ideas/drafts we don’t know anything about?

Was there anything you would’ve liked to change and/or point out of the OG script? I’ve found insightful the way you pointed out at the very beginning how shitty was for Arthur and Bas as “friends” to act like that behind Lucas’ back -and essentially at his expense-, although I’ve forgiven Bas the very moment Eliott make him notice it, and it was clear Bas never actually thought what kind of friend the deal made him look like and was starting to feel bad (Bas is a baby, you can’t stay mad at a baby 😭); color me naïve or shallow but I admit although I watched it countless times, I’ve never given a lot of thoughts about how ethically moral was the deal from that point of view lol but uhm at least Cameron and Michael weren’t Kat’s friends in the movie.

How did you pick the topic between Lucas and Charles, where did it come from? (if we’re speaking about that, I’m quite curious about Lucas and Doctor Moreau as well; how do you pick Lucas’ different personal trauma? do they come later in the process or are they part of the initial process of building up a specific AU?)

You said once that long stories drain the hell out of you as a writer, did that happen with 10 Things in its own way? How much do you think you have invested, given but also gained, grown as a writer from this experience?

(I wish I could formulate the questions better but I’m literally falling asleep and I’ve already sent the part 1 of this post hours earlier; absolutely hate I had to break the comment in two but apparently I’ve reached the max of words for tumblr, and ao3 doesn’t have the gif/pics section nor the highlight text option, which as you can tell, I’m already obsessed 🤭

Wish you a good night, and please take your time to respond to my questions, there’s absolutely no rush, I know how hectic life can be rn 🧡

Ok, let's dive in!

So first of all, I have to say that your thoughts are so well-put and so insightful and it just really makes me hope you'll enjoy the resolution in the fic. I have major imposter syndrome and I know this so most of the time when I feel all my writing is crap, I am able to ignore my brain, but having such intelligent readers makes me just sooooo want to provide the kind of story you guys deserve! I hope I have!

I'm sorry you stumbled onto spoilers but I guess at least it's 10 Things so you probably knew the general gist of what was coming? I hope so! But it's true... I did ratchet things up just a wee bit 😬. That was actually why I chose to do this AU. I loved the movie and the story, but it was really because my first thought was 'I could make that hurt more' lasdkjfaldsfj. This is my brain 😌.

PLEASE THOSE MEMES! The way I screamed and then immediately sent them to my friend aldskjfaldjflaj. I love you. I was laughing so hard when I saw those omg. I am literally saving those in my phone to go back to when I need a good laugh 😂.

Ok but I LOVE love love that it was that visual of Lucas hunched over that really got you. ME TOO! I'm a super visual person so when I write it's usually scenes playing out in my head and me scrambling to keep up and find a way to actually describe those scenes in words. So I had that exact image of Lucas in my head and it was heartbreaking. I'm glad it had impact for you too.

And yes, I do understand what you mean about Eliott. Like, yes, you have his pov and you know his thought process and that he cares deeply for Lucas and didn't want to hurt him but... he DID. And he hurt him incredibly badly when Lucas had already gone through so much trauma. I could not say it better than you did. You described what Lucas was going through really beautifully there. Lucas is absolutely allowed to hate Eliott right now and honestly that's probably the most healthy reaction. He's dealing with heartbreak too of course but he has every reason to be angry.

I do agree that no matter how Eliott told Lucas it would have been awful, but there was something extra terrible about the context within which Lucas found out. As you said - the public humiliation, the fact that Lucas was taking such a leap of faith in going to that party... just... all of it. That absolutely made the situation and the pain exponentially worse.

Ok the 'innocent lamb going to slaughterhouse' made me aldjflasdkfj. But yeah... I won't deny that I absolutely set it all up for the maximum amount of destruction. The consequences just had to be HUGE for as terribly as Lucas had been betrayed and because things between Eliott and Lucas had progressed as far as they did.

The funny thing about you saying you didn't imagine it would be that bad is that I literally am the worst fucking judge of the angst I write. I thought it was pretty rough but had no real sense of how it would impact the reader (relative to things I've already written). And then a friend was screaming at me over text and I got some idea 😂😂😂.

And yes, in the movie Kat's reaction and the resolution suits the lighter tone in general. She's angry of course and she did have deep feelings for Patrick, but I absolutely dialed it up for Elu. That is what I was most interested in doing. When I was musing over writing this one of my very first thoughts is how much more complicated things would be if they were older and sex/ deeper emotions were involved. And you're right, in the movie it's more about Kat's rage. Her pain is there but it's not at the core of her reaction. Lucas's pain is much more present. And in the movie the resolution is obviously pretty easy come by as well (not a criticism... I love it!). But obviously here I knew the story would have to go differently, even as I drew on some inspo from the OG.

You are EXACTLY right in how Lucas uses 'you're kind of easy for me' and similar phrases. They are totally reflections of his insecurity - needing to have that confirmed over and over again because he doesn't quite believe it. That'll come back again, as will Eliott's understanding of it.

Also you referencing Tempo was so interesting! I never thought of that! Tbh, I think what inspired that in Tempo (and in general any story where I've made illusions to Lucas thinking Eliott is out of his league) is Axel's comments about Maxence. And Axel is a babe and obviously knows it. And yet still he looked at Maxence and was struck by instant insecurity. I find that blend of confidence and self-doubt so interesting, and I really think he embodied that in Lucas. So I do tend to bring it to my fics (some of them at least, Hollow Edge Lucas was a different story 😂).

It's true that I've written Eliott into a pretty challenging situation. I think how I looked at it when I was writing is that the two of them WANT to love one another. They don't want this shit to be happening. That's not to say it was out of Eliott's control, but that both of them actually have the same goal. It's just that all this shit has made it very unclear that that is the case. So I have to give them a chance to move forward. Not necessarily fix it perfectly, but give them a chance to want to move forward together. And even then, you'll see some references at the end to the fact that Lucas's fear doesn't just go *poof*. They aren't instantly perfect. They just need to know that they want the same thing and that they love one another the same way.

It's interesting you said Lucas has suprised you! That makes me really excited to hear what you'll think of where things go. Lucas in this puts on a brave face and he's all about the snark and push back but he's incredibly vulnerable. He let himself be fully vulnerable with Eliott. And as much as he might like, his walls will not go right back up. Those take time to rebuild after this kind of destruction. So in that way... Eliott has a narrow opportunity of a chance. And he just has to make that work.

Ok I want to write a totally different post for your questions about the writing process and development of 10 Things. I found all of those questions so interesting and I want to properly mull them over and then give them their due. Thank you so much for asking! I will write a response to you tomorrow. I definitely have lots to say on how this all came about and my thoughts along the way (tho prepare for chaos because that's basically what my writing process is aldkjflajf).

For now I'm gonna get the next chapter posted and I truly hope you will like it!!! And thank you so much again for all of your insights. I can't tell you what this sort of feedback means to me ❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️

#10 things fic #I haven't edited this reply so my apologies for any major grammatical errors #the brain is already shutting down for the night #I'll review tomorrow #but for now I hope I made sense!!! #memes

[arthurthefaceless]

@the-arkham-librarian​   ||   meme

[ STRAP ]  sender uses a strap on during sex with receiver.

     Slowly Arthur crawled up from between Eliza’s legs, tongue slithering back into his mouth and by the time he came to rest his weight on top of her to press his face into his cheek, his mouth was nowhere to be found again. ‘Thank you,’ he whispered against the reddened shell of her ear and she smiled widely, nails scratching at his back lightly before she told him he did well. Her cheeks were pink, bottom lip darkened from teeth biting onto it, and to Arthur she was the most divine creature in the universe at that moment: heated with pleasure, scenting sweet and spiced from sweat, and her gasp so lovely as he moved his hips closer, the swollen head of his cock kissing at her welcoming warmth.      ‘No, dear,’ Eliza purred, leaving Arthur whining so softly it was almost inaudible. Another one of those lewd kisses, begging her to allow him to squeeze inside her, share in their passion and feel how delightfully soft she always became after an orgasm. But another shake of her head, and a hand at the back of his neck coaxed him to roll off of her and onto his back, cock standing up proud. For about a minute they lay like that, Eliza catching her breath and Arthur letting his fingertips drum against his hard-on in an attempt to ease the throbbing.

     Once Eliza was ready to sit up, she did so and let her eyes wander along the outstretched body of her lover. Shiny, muscles beautifully defined, and the way his head was tilted, she knew he was looking at her as well. ‘I want to top you now,’ she confessed somewhat shyly, causing Art to sigh, hand abandoning his arousal to give her a front row seat -- but again she shook her head. ‘Roll over and sit ready. You understand that, right?’ A stroke of her hand over his hip, tickling along the base of his cock before she wasn’t able to stop herself from giving it a few teasing jerks.      Her movements were languid as she moved off the bed to shuffle to Arthur’s toy drawer, pulling it open to get the leather harness and a hot pink dildo she’d bought for him a while ago. They’d been working up to it for a few weeks already, and in the background Arthur howled in response to seeing what Eliza was doing. When she turned around, his cheek was muffled into the bed and his behind perked up into the air, cock hanging between his parted thighs like a display piece. Yes, Eliza loved feeling him inside her anytime, but there just... was something special about seeing a strong, physically capable man like Arthur sit there so vulnerably.      ‘Hand me the lube, dear.’ He reached over to grab it and gave it to her without a sound. First? A warm glob to dribble between his buttocks to play with. One hand to stroke him without letting him finish, and the other one immediately with two fingers knuckle-deep inside him, showing no mercy with working on him. Third finger, easily added.      ‘Here I come, darling.’      ‘Please, yes --’

     And the absolutely scandalous moan that left him when she’d lubed up the dildo and started working it in? Oh, she could feel the clench inside herself as well that forced her to lean onto her beloved, breath hitching until an orgasm hit full force and Eliza bucked her hips until she was pressed tight against Arthur’s behind. It was enough for him as well, who promptly gushed his excitement into the warm cotton bedsheets, clasping them tightly in his hands while he wiggled on Eliza’s lovely extension to get every bit of friction he could.      But just because she came, didn’t mean this was the end of this little game, of course. No, as soon as the peak of her high had ebbed away, Eliza started dragging and pushing, cruelly working Arthur over after his own orgasm. No, he’d have to survive a little more merciless suffering before she was done with him...

#thearkhamlibrarian #the arkham librarian #the-arkham-librarian #answered meme. #answered unsafe meme. #usfw

[bluexiao]

#i’ll be here for you

—you broke down in front of him for the first time

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Gorou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao

THEMES. slight angst. hurt/comfort.

WARNINGS. trigger warning, just in case. also, this may be based on my own experience. we don’t have the exact same reactions from others so please do keep that in mind.

ALBEDO, at first, didn’t know what to do. So he asks, “Do you need something, darling?” He doesn’t initiate anything unless you are comfortable with it, still observing you how you’d react with him there. It’s difficult for him to understand you at this moment but he’ll still try his best to do so. He will reach out to hold your cheeks carefully and instinctively, soon brushing his thumb on your tears to gently wipe them off. If they still continue falling down, he’d be there to wipe them off. Then, if you’ve calmed down, he’d softly ask, “Can you tell me what made you feel this way, I promise I’ll be here to listen to everything.”

GOROU was by your side in an instant; “Is there something wrong, honey? Honey?” He tries to inquire, but if you don’t answer him, he’ll stay silent as he carefully treads his fingers on your hair, just like you do every time. He knows it comforts him a lot when you do it to him so it’s purely out of intuition. “There, there, let it all out. I’ll be here for you.” He won’t panic by a single second because he is the type of person who understands that each and every people carry burdens of their own, as a leader, it is a mindset that he learned while handling others.

“Dove?” KAZUHA lets his presence known and approaches carefully, sitting in front of you and then asking “Do you need me to be here? I’ll stay if you like, but if you don’t, I’ll give you privacy. I love you, okay?” He reassures you that and waits for you to open up to him before he wraps his arms around you, letting you cry in his chest as much as you’d like. “Do you want to cuddle? Want to lay on the bed, hm?”

SCARAMOUCHE had never seen you this vulnerable and it irks him. Strangely, not towards you, but to whoever or whatever that made you cry like this. He doesn’t get near you, just standing by the door, leaning there as he waits for you to stop or recognize him; arms crossed, the anger radiating off of him. “Who did this to you?” he crouches in beside you with a protective hand on your shoulder and your leg. If you say it’s no one, he’d silently understand it and press a kiss on your temple, staying there by your side until you decide to get up.

XIAO’s heart aches as he sees you like this—broken as well, pieces scattered for him to pick up. He didn’t know what to do, of course. There’s a part of him that wants him to get away for him not to taint you with his own darkness but the other begs him to stay. He silently kneels near you, but still keeps a distance. He doesn’t speak since he doesn’t know what to say, but he tries to reach his hand out, removing his glove beforehand. He knows that this might have a risk as well, but the sight of your eyes widening and your tears stopping was enough for him to soften and hold your hands gently when you reached for him. He may not know of human emotions but it is fairly clear that you were hurting, and it doesn’t sit right for him to leave you alone at all.

NOTES. i’m kinda feeling well now after the fever i had earlier so i had to write something,,, which is kind of inspired by my feelings yesterday night. i hope you all won’t bottle up your feelings just as much as i do</3 also thank you so much for 1.8k! i’ll be doing a drabble event again when i finish all pending requests so it may take awhile huhu so sorry about that.

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #gorou x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin oneshots #genshin fluff #genshin angst

[hotwings0203]

Wat if katsuki actually had a s/o that loved Key word LOVED him but.....

Then when he started getting to aggressive and starts hitting her she suddenly stops all the love and affection. And that makes katsuki so confused and angry bc he like 'wtf why did they stop huggin and kissin me when I get home from my matches'. Then his darling becomes very depressed is and cooped up in her room all the time. So when katsuki friends come over they wonder where y/n is.

Tw:abuse, implied dubcon, depression

“Babe, you’re home!” You rush over to the door when you head it unlocking, arms outstretched already or embrace his wounds.

But when the door swings open you’re met with a scowling Bakugo who shoves you aside so hard you fall to the floor.

He grumbles and throws his bags down, kicking mud off his shoes onto the carpet as he glares at you.

“This place is a pigsty. Why the fuck didn’t you clean?”

You laugh nervously and raise an eyebrow. “Uhh, ‘cause I was out all day too? I just got home an hour ago and I was tired. What’s with you? Why’re you in such a bad mood?”

Katsuki’s eyes widen until they’re the size of dinner plates. His nostrils flare and his fists resume the same position as they do in the ring.

“You talkin’ back to me now?”

“What? No, you literally just asked-“

Crack.

The sound of him backhanding your cheek reverberates around the apartment, and you hold your face in shock.

It’s not so much the pain of him striking you that hurts, it’s the fact that this has been happening for a while now that aches the most. Nothing you do-no smiles, no amount of love you showed him in, no sobs or pleads-sways him.

You love him, it’s true.

But it’s hard to love him when he looks at you like that.

“Get the fuck up. And clean all this shit up, the next time I come home to this filth I’ll make the clean the floors with your tongue.”

He grabs you by your hair and throws you face-first onto the tile area, taking his own sweet time to turn around and walk to your shared room.

After you clean for hours until the place is spotless, you retreat to bed.

He’s on his phone typing away with a slight crease in his eyebrows, but he looks up at you as you walk in.

“Hey. You done?” He has the audacity to ask in a gentle voice.

“Mmhm.”

You don’t look at him as you begin changing your clothes in the restroom and close the door behind you.

His frown deepens at that. You’ve never shied away from being vulnerable and naked with him.

To test his doubt, when you walk back into the room with your head still down, he leans forward as you sit down on the mattress, your back turned to him.

You shut off the lights in silence as he reaches a hand out and curls it around your shoulders.

“C’mere, ‘wanna feel you.” He mumbles in his raspy sleepy voice.

But to his utter confusion, you gently brush his hand off and continue your journey to tuck yourself in bed.

With your back still facing him.

“I’m tired Katsuki. Not in the mood.”

His hand is still suspended in midair, his facial features still frozen in his initial shock as he’s left in a pitch black room which is suddenly overcome with a freezing cold creeping up his spine.

He’s too wounded, too shocked and shot from his ego to be irate.

You’ve never said no to cuddling at night. Never. So what was wrong now?

You were taking his anger so well for a while, what the hell was the matter with you?

But he doesn’t touch you again that night. He barely sleeps a wink to your usually comforting sound of soft snores and little mumbles in your sleep talk.

In the morning his lack of sleep gets the betterment of his temper, and he lashes out of you again in the shower.

You’re washing your hair when you feel a cool breeze against your bare body. You open your eyes and see Katsuki standing in front of you outside the glass door to your shower.

You feign an eye roll and merely grab the handle trying to close it shut.

He doesnt even let it budge. He just snarls down at your intruding hand and yanks the door back even further, pulling you along with the force.

You yelp and slip on the floor, falling unceremoniously at his feet.

The look on his face is frankly terrifying, much worse than yesterday’s. Bakugo slowly steps in along with your quickly reversing body and closes the door behind him, trapping you inside with him.

“Why’d you try to close it on me.”

It’s not a question, it’s a demand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Then get up and touch me.”

He’s towering over your cornered form, his fists dangerously swinging next to your head.

Your limbs don’t move though. Your heart thuds slowly, your love ebbing away from him with its slow rhythm.

You already know how this is going to turn out, but you try anyways.

“Please Bakugo, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

“Oh, so it’s Bakugo now, huh?”

Your body disassociates so you don’t feel it as much, but unfortunately your hands still flinch above your head in instinct.

“If you’re-thud-sorry, then you’ll fucking-crack-touch me you-smack-ungrateful bitch.”

Your cries are loud, but not loud enough to drown his roaring out, not enough to mute the sound of his hands cracking above your shaking body.

He leaves the shower unfulfilled in his heart and in his dick.

His mind is in shambles.

This is the longest you’ve wanted space from him, he could understand an hour but half a day?

He has a rude awakening when “half a day” becomes a couple more days, then a week, and then it’s half a month since you’ve willingly kissed his battle scars and loved him with your whole being.

He says willingly because otherwise you eat his hits up like you’re just another fighter in the ring when he gets angry at your apathy. The only restraining factor that differentiates you and the men he puts in coffins is his desperation for you to come back.

To no avail though. If you’re not keeling over on the ground or pinned underneath him and molding your anatomy to the shape of his fists, then you’re still as a corpse on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing you were anywhere else but here.

Bakugo doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know what to feel.

Rage is consumed by paranoia, paranoia is swallowed whole by depression, depression is swept away by panicked desperation.

His hair starts falling out, his punches grow weaker and he comes home with more and more bruises every day to match the ones littering across your body.

One might wonder whose the real fighter-him or you.

And so one day when he can’t stand it anymore, can’t stand the silence and tension that’s so palpable you could taste the iron in the air, he invited his friends over.

He need the distractions. He needs happiness, a word that doesn’t seem worthy of his pathetic being.

He’s more pathetic than your unmoving body.

“Heyyy man!” Sero and Denki exclaim in obnoxious unison and throw their arms around Bakugo’s shoulders. All three of them barrel through his half-opened doorway and practically topple him over.

The air of excitement is so foreign to him, but oh so welcoming.

“Hey,” he grunts back awkwardly.

“You’ve never really invited us over without Y/N dragging you by the ear for it. How is she by the way? Haven’t heard of her in a while.” Kirishima nudges his shoulder.

But before he can open his mouth Denki cuts in. “You knock her up yet? You sly bastard, no wonder you’re hiding her from us. The gigs over Y/N, show us that beautiful belly!” He cups his hands around his mouth and the quip slashes through the air and infests Katsuki’s heart. It’s a mockery, a cruel reminder of what he cannot have.

When their friend doesn’t answer and merely walks off, the boys behind him awkwardly look at each other.

Usually he’d explode at them or at least chase them around the room.

And usually you would come out to greet them.

Katsuki was wrong.

You weren’t different from him anymore.

Because when he accepts that not even his friends can release his stone cold heart from its catatonic confines, he’s never felt more in sync with you than he has now.

#mha #bnha #mha angst #bnha angst #bakugo angst #katsuki angst #bakugo x you #yandere bakugo x reader #tw:abuse #tw: implied noncon #bully bakugo #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bakugou

[poguesholland]

Tom x fem! reader where when it comes to arguments or yelling reader kinda shuts down (like her emotions just aren’t there and she’s kidna like a shell) due to a toxic relationship maybe with her parents or an ex it’s like her defense to not get hurt. So her and Tom get in a stupid fight and maybe he yells at her and that triggers the defense and Toms trying to snap her out of it and it just ends in fluff

“God, I’m so fucking sick of this Y/N!” Tom yells, running his hands through his hair in frustration. You furrow your eyebrows in disbelief. “Then just fucking leave Tom!” You shout out then stop to calm down, “Fucking go already, s’not like I’m dying to have you here all the damn time”. Tom’s facial expressions drop at your words, eyes looking at you for any sign of anger on you face.

Maybe you were just mad? Just blurting things out because you were angry? But your face said otherwise. Tom’s heart ached when he searched your eyes for regret, only to be met with a stone cold glare. “What?” Tom asks quietly, waiting for you to apologize or take it back. Breaking the eye contact between you two, you unclench your jaw and immediately switch your act.

It’s what you were used to. When you were younger and you’d fight with your parents, you learned to shut off you emotions fight after fight. Until it was an automatic reaction, almost as if any type of yelling triggered it. However, Tom didn’t know that and this was his first time to see you look so heartless, to see you look at him like he was nothing to you.

“If you wanna go, then go Tom. Dunno what you’re waiting for me to do about it” You speak in monotone, pressing play on the movie you were watching. Tom stands there, baffled at the sight in front of him. There was no way you just turned on a fucking movie in the middle of an arguement.

Tom clenches his jaw before angrily walking over to you and snatching the TV remote out of your grasp, turning off the movie. “What do you want now, God” You groan, turning to look at your boyfriend. The bewildered expression on his face doesn’t fall for a second. “What are you doing?” He let’s out, voice sounding hurt.

You don’t let it hurt you, your wall already built too high to be broken down by his tone. “Trying to watch a movie but apparently that’s not going to happen” You smart mouth but Tom wasn’t having it. “No, I mean what are you trying to do here? Are you trying to shut me out? What the hell are you doing to me right now?” Tom mumbles angrily.

No response. You huff, crossing your legs over each other before slouching on the couch, as if you were bored. What did he want from you now? “Darling, I-I don’t understand. Talk to me, why aren’t you talking to me? C’mon, let’s fix this, that’s what we do. We fight and we make up, my love.” Tom almost pleads and your eyes meet his, a look of confusion displayed on your face.

“We did talk. I told you to leave since you didn’t want to deal with this anymore. Don’t say shit you don’t mean next time if you actually wanted us to talk” You spit. “Why are you acting like this?” “Like what Tom” He shakes his head and you cross your arms against your chest.

“Stop calling me Tom! Stop acting like you don’t care!” His fist slams down against the couch and you raise your eyebrows, “I don’t care”. “Yes you do! Yes— you do, Y/N. I love you and you love me, and this isn’t how you act when you love someone. You don’t pretend to not give two shits, you’re supposed to care and you’re supposed to be able to be vulnerable and not put this wall you’re putting up between us.” Tom almost pleads.

You look away and try to tune him out, knowing that if you listened you would break down the wall you put up. He lightly grabs your face, turning you to face and make eye contact with him. Your eyes fill with tears as you try not to let his words affect you. “Y/N?” Tom calls out weakly, the lump in his throat causing him to clear his throat.

A tear leaves your eye by accident and you try to lift your hand and wipe it, but Tom grips it. He leans in and kisses over your tear before kissing your temple, then forehead. Then he leans his forehead against yours and you know you’re close to breaking. “I know you care, and that’s okay. You shouldn’t try to hide that from me, its me, you never have to hide anything from me” He speaks softly.

And you snap out of it, blinking once then all your tears fall freely as you let out a choked sob, wrapping your arms around Tom to hide your face in his neck and just let yourself cry. Your body shakes in his arms as it pains him to see you like this. What had happened that made you like this? Made you this upset? You couldn’t believe how you upset you made Tom, how the look of hurt on his face was caused by you, by how heartless you tried to act.

“Darling” Tom murmurs into your hair, rubbing your back softly to try and calm you down. “I’m sorry, I’m so sor-sorry” You hiccup against him, Tom only holding you closer to him at the sound of your broken voice. “Just breathe love, okay? Can you calm down f’me? Please?” He soothes, and your breaths slow. Tom pulls your face away from him, wiping your tears softly.

You sniffle as Tom seats you in his lap, wrapping your legs around him. “I’m sorry” you almost whisper, not finding the strength to higher your voice. Tom shakes his head as if to say there’s no need, but there was. “It-It’s just that ever since my parents were getting divorced, I’ve learnt to- I, I don’t know, switch my feelings off during a fight? So I don’t get hurt I guess.” This was the best explanation you could give as you spoke so quietly, almost embarrassed.

Your eyes couldn’t meet Tom’s, looking down at your thumbs fiddling with each other. “Darling, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got so angry over nothing. I didn’t know but that doesn’t justify it, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” Tom says, voice as quiet as yours. His thumb rubs your cheek and you look up, making eye contact.

“But you have to understand that I would never hurt you, A’right? You don’t ever need to shut yourself down with me, I promise you.” You nod and Tom smiles lightly, automatically making you cheer up, which he took notice of. “Thank you Tommy” You mumbles against his chest, your cheek resting against him.

Tom leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, squeezing your waist lightly. It warmed your heart how much he cared. Of course it would be hard for you to stop a habit you’ve developed over the years but Tom made it easy. You knew how much he loved you and how much he cared for you, so slowly you realized that you feel safe around him, unlike your childhood. You can be you with him.

You reach your head up and Tom looks down to meet your gaze. Your hand goes to cup his cheek and pull him closer to you, until you connect your lips slowly. It was a gentle kiss. Almost a reminder that your love for one another will always be there to get each of you through the worst of times. And that’s exactly what Tom helped you to do.

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[rere-the-writer]

Title- Mikaelsons and a baby

A part two to this ask

Part three

Part four - coming soon

Pairings: Poly!Mikaelson x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Just a little bit of angst, Klaus and Kol threating people

You sat with Rebekah trying to distract yourself from not worrying about Davina as lately the young witch hadn't been feeling well lately. You looked up seeing Hayley leaving with Sophie and thought nothing of it.

"Hey Beka?"

"Yes, beautiful?" Rebekah questioned looking over at you seeing that you were knitting you fourth scarf.

"Is Davina okay? Marcel was asking about her earlier." You asked Rebekah watching drop her book worry came across her face.

"Also it is probably nothing but I over heard Sophie talking to Nik about completing the Harvest." You answered Rebekah startled when she suddenly stood up.

"I need to find Elijah." Rebekah said leaving making you worry as it was never good if Elijah needed to know and decided to find Kol since you were still mad at Klaus when learned what he did to Davina.

"Kol? What are you doing?" You asked him finding him in your bedroom trying do something.

"Putting the crib together." Kol said smiling up at you as you giggled seeing that it was looking more like a hot mess than a crib.

"Babe, that doesn't look like a crib." You giggle sitting next to Kol as he placed his hand on your baby bump.

"Well right now it doesn't but it will be."

"Need any hel......" You were cut off when the room shook and Kol quickly grabbed you protecting you as things fell from the wall.

"What was that?"

"Davina. She can't control all that magic she has." Kol says walking out of the room with you following worried as you mothered the girl as Kol would tease. You followed Kol but paused seeing Hayley with Elijah and as much as you knew to follow Kol. You were curious what they were talking about.

"Elijah, I have something to tell you." You heard Hayley say as you peeked around the corner knowing Elijah most likely knew that you were there.

"What is it Hayley?"

"Sophie called asking for a favor and at first I thought it was about the baby as Sophie promised me that she would help break the curse," Hayley says as she walked ahead of Elijah as he narrowed his eyes, "that Marcel put on my people for information. I didn't think nothing of it but Davina started doing those pictures of Celeste."

"Hayley, what did you do? It have better not put Y/N and the baby in danger." Elijah said walking up to the werewolf as you swallowed a bad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

"Sophie wanted to find Celeste's remains so I asked Y/N and went though your journals to find out where you buried her the told Sophie," Hayley tells Elijah sounding hurt as you felt sick and guilty as Elijah told you in confidence, "I know it was snoopy and I should have just asked you."

"Celeste wanted to be left in peace. When a witch's remains are consecrated, that power fuels the rest of their community." Elijah tells Hayley hurt lacing his voice while guilt ate away at you. Hayley looked down feeling terrible as Elijah walked up to her.

"She did not want to be found, she made me promise to make sure she couldn't. Not only did you violated my privacy but you have broken my promise to her."

"I thought they were just bones Elijah."

"If you truly believed that, why didn't you ask me where to find her instead of using Y/N and looked though my journals." Elijah said walking pass Hayley going to chase after you hearing you walking off.

"Baby, Y/N. Wait a minute." Elijah says gently grabbing your arm and cupped your cheek wiping away your tears.

"Why are you upset?"

"Because I helped Hayley break your promise. I know how much they mean to you." You tell Elijah as he smiled softly pulling you into a hug.

"You are too sweet baby. I am not mad at you for you couldn't have known her little plan."

"But still Elijah." You mumble against his chest as Elijah kissed your head when you hugged him. It wasn't hard to see Elijah was angry at Hayley as Kol and Rebekah could tell but Klaus wasn't surprised as you finally forgave him and told him everything.

"Elijah can we talk?"

"Just on my out." Elijah said holding your hand taking you with him for the day as Klaus followed teasing Elijah.

"You don't have to be here. You also didn't need to bring Y/N, it'll take Sophie some time to prepare the consecration."

"I have nothing but time and Y/N needs time out of the Abattoir. I owe Celeste this much." Elijah says watching you stand at the grave flowers in hand as you told Elijah you wanted to pay respects to the dead witch.

"Care to elaborate?" Sabine asked walking up to Elijah as he looked at her then back at you with a soft look in his eyes.

"Ever experience something so profoundly wonderful that when it was taken from you. Your life felt unbearable?"

"Yeah I've felt that. I have scars to prove it." Sabine says noticing how Elijah watched you as if you were the only woman in the world.

"I believe when you love someone like I had Celeste, they leave you uniquely vulnerable. Y/N has the power to hurt me like no other."

"You really love that woman don't you?" Sabine asked looking at you also as Elijah took out a handkerchief.

"I do." Elijah says walking up to noticing a tear rolling down your cheek wiping it away. Learning that Marcel took Davina to protect her from the Harvest left a hollowed feeling in your chest.

"You okay there?" You heard Sabine ask as you left at the Abattoir as the family went looking for Davina and Marcel.

"Yeah.....I....just...it's nothing."

"You can tell me." Sabine says sitting next to you as you sighed rubbing your bump.

"I feel bad for Elijah. I understand Hayley wants to help her people but it made Elijah break his promise to Celeste."

"You knew were she was buried."

"Yeah....I asked wanting to pay respects to the woman that got to love Elijah before me."

"You are adorably dumb."

"So Nik and Kol tells me." You tell her with a bright smile as Sabine could see what the Mikaelsons saw in you. You had a softness to you that drew people in, that made them comfortable.

"Where is Hayley?"

"Hanging out with her wolves." You answered Sabine watching her pull out a pendant of some kind.

"Wanna know the sex of the baby?" Sabine asked you watching you light up nodding.

"We found Davina." Kol says sitting next to you seeing you playing a card game with Sabine. You paused looking at Kol as that hollow feeling returned.

"Oh." You said in a quiet voice which Kol picked up something was wrong with you and made a note to ask you later about it. Rain poured as you stood next to Kol with Elijah holding an umbrella over you as you all watch Sophie complete the Harvest.

"It didn't work." Hayley whispered as the witches didn't wake up as the rain stopped. You bit your lip tears falling seeing Sophie cry over her dead niece.

"Shhh darling. It's okay." Kol muttered softly hugging you as you cried Elijah felt his heart break hearing your sons.

"Rebekah, you and Kol take Y/N home while Niklaus and I take care of this."

"Come babe. We'll get you and get some tea." Rebekah says as you nodded walking with her and Kol.

Bad juju is what your grandmother would say when ever you would get a hollow feeling. For the last few days witch bad juju was running a muck as Klaus and Rebekah was missing while Kol had to save Hayley and a wolf you learned named Jackson.

"Baby?" Elijah questioned finding you sitting in Klaus's art studio dress in one of Klaus's shirts as non of Rebekah's clothes couldn't fit you anymore.

"I miss them 'Lijah." You tell him as he sits next to you kissing your head.

"We'll find them baby." Elijah tells you as you nodded. It was weird to you hanging around Hayley as you had been noticing how she would look at Elijah. You hadn't noticed until Celeste pointed it out after you learned she was controlling your new witch friend.

"You're a lot cuter than what Hayley told me about you." You heard Jackson say making your cheeks warm up looking up at the werewolf.

"Well I could say something nice about you but Hayley barely said a word about you."

"So why are you out here with Hayley?" Jackson asked sitting next to you.

"Hayley's idea. She told Elijah that it would be safer for me until they find Nik and Beka."

"I see. What are you having?"

"A girl." You tell him with a smile as you two talked.

"You let Hayley take my unborn child and Queen out in a swamp."

"Firstly it's a bayou Niklaus and second it was to keep her safe from Celeste." Elijah tells Klaus helping Rebekah over a log while Kol was ahead with Klaus. After a long night in a graveyard airing out centuries of problems, the Originals were inching to have you near them again.

"She is going to upset that Sabine is dead." Rebekah said knowing that you grew close to the witch

"Yes, we should tell her later." Elijah says as Hayley met up with them to which Klaus and Kol noticed right away that Hayley moved next to Elijah.

"Hayley have you and the wolves been taking care of Y/N?" Klaus questioned there was a dangerous under tone to Klaus's voice. Hayley looped her arm around Elijah's nodding as Elijah raised an eyebrow but pushed it aside.

When they reached the wolf pack, they heard your sweet laugh and saw you standing in front of what looked like a work bench. Jackson stood behind you gently holding your hands showing you how to drill.

"Hayley who is that touching my wife." Rebekah asked lowly as Hayley looked at her seeing the blonde vampire glaring. Hayley looked at the other three jumping when she heard them growling also glaring.

"That's Jackson. Y/N and him has been getting close."

"You have told him who she belongs to yes?"

"I though her being pregnant was a clear enough sign." Hayley told Klaus not caring for his glare. Rebekah got your attention easily something her and the boys was always proud of.

"Beka!" You cried moving from Jackson throwing yourself into her arms as she held you. Hayley walked up with boys seeing you peppered Rebekah with kisses.

"Nik! You're okay!" You squealed happily giving the hybrid the same treatment as Jackson watched happy for you.

"Oh guys meet Jackson, Hayley's fiancee." You said smiling making the Originals blink confused while Hayley stared at you. While they weren't looking you gave Hayley a mischievous smirk knowing just what you were doing surprising the wolf.

"Fiancee?"

"Yeah. Some old wolf thing." Hayley answered Elijah waving her dismissively while you put on the most innocent look getting Elijah's attention. Both Klaus and Kol knew what you were doing while Elijah had no clue.

"Eli don't you think that maybe we can help Jackson move closer to Hayley or maybe help set up a cabin. So that Jackson isn't away from fiancee?"

Klaus and Kol was smirking as Rebekah stood next to quietly laughing behind her hand. They knew when you were jealous as you would get mischievous and since Hayley seemly liked Elijah, you were going to nip it in the bud.

"You're right baby. Hayley you should be getting to know Jackson and getting the pack together if you want them at faction meetings."

"Right.....Elijah or everything is fine just the way it is."

"But Hayley, 'Lijah right. If you want wolves in on the meetings it best you and Jackson unite the wolves." You tell her pressing closer to Elijah who smiled at you unaware of what you did.

"I'll even help little wolf." Klaus said throwing gas on the fire while Jackson smiled also unaware of what little plan you did.

"Okay." Hayley said sighing as you grinned feeling Elijah kissing your head telling Jackson that they needed to get you home.

"You little minx." Klaus teased sitting on the couch pulling you into his lap.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You tell him faking innocence as Kol joined you both laying his head on your belly listening to the baby.

"Don't worry darling it's our little secret." Kol tells you smiling kissing your belly as you just hummed relaxing enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasted.

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[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

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[thebadboyfanclub]

It’s Alright Darling (Sherlock x Reader)

Ok... Was this requested? No. Am I writing it cause anything Henry Cavill related makes me feel happy? Yes. Enjoy!

Being Sherlock Holmes assistant was something a lot of people would kill for and that makes it even better if you think about the irony of it. However, since Sherlock wasn’t a normal person to mostly everything he did, he had decided to hire a woman as his assistant, Mycroft called him mad and unhinged almost every time he brought up her name. (Y/n) was one of the most intelligent people he had ever been around, combining that with a charming personality was the recipe to success.

“Well, well, well I see my brother is full of surprises”

“Hello there Mycroft is so nice to see you again as well”

She spoke in an clearly ironic tone as she took of her gloves, she was never a fan of hats other than the occasions she knew she would be under the sun for hours. As she walked in the living room area for what seemed like their childhood home, Sherlock had requested for (y/n) to arrive a day later than the brothers, knowing that her and his older brother were like oil and water he chose to “prepare the grounds” first.

“Where is the young little Holmes?”

“Inside, talking with miss Harrison”

“Alright... who is miss Harrison?”

“Miss Harrison is an excellent teacher and a friend of mine, come to think of it maybe you should go in and ask her to take you as well... you might be a bit old but I’m sure she can make an exception”

Mycroft found (y/n) intolerant, she was dismissive, unladylike, mouthy and a feminist, he still does not understand what asset do she brought to his younger brother. She only smiled while sitting at one of the chairs

“I will let you know I was an excellent student in all my academic achievements, although I suppose you were one as well that doesn’t really prove someone’s intelligence or manners, right mister Holmes?”

Sherlock let a laugh be heard at (y/n)’s quick response, even though he would never take sides and sometimes wanted them to get along, he had accepted that it would never happen and simply enjoyed the situation.

“Amused brother? Of course you are as mad as her since you didn’t only hire her, you kept her around and brought her in my home”

“Now Now mister Holmes, what type of gentleman would you be if you threaten to through out not just a lady but your younger brothers guest, unfortunately you are just further proving my point about our little quarrel”

Before he had the chance to respond a young girl walked in, wearing a white undergarment dress and looking disheveled. The girl who (y/n) could only assume was the infamous Enola didn’t even notice her being in this room.

“No, don’t do this to me. Let me remain happy, I am happy here”

“You are a young woman now Enola, you need an education”

“Test me, on anything you think I need to know in order to be sufficient for this world”

“If she taught you so well, you wouldn’t be standing in your undergarment in front of me”

Silence fell in the room for a quick second. His disgusting answer to his own sister made (Y/n) get on her feet, Enola quickly let her gaze fall on the young woman that was now in her house.

“Why is that a problem Mister Holmes? Undergarments are scandalous for the men when a woman they are interested in wears them, she is your underaged sister”

“This is a family matter, it does not- I repeat- does not concern you”

“Of course it does not concern me, but it does concern me when a young girl is being held accountable for walking in her home, to her brothers, completely covered and still being shamed for it”

Enola understood by that quick argument the lady was not here because of Mycroft, so it only meant she was Sherlocks company, she is not his wife since if not invited he would have at least informed their mother, so perhaps a girlfriend?

“Enola you have no hopes of making a husband out of your state, neither do you... miss (y/l/n)”

“I don’t want a husband”

Enola claimed, raising her voice at the ridiculous claim her brother made. Even though they haven’t been properly introduced they had developed a mutually liking for each other, at a brief look they seemed to have the same outlook on life.

“And that is another thing you need to have educated out of you”

At that Enola turned to look at her other brother, Sherlock, who had remained radio silent throughout this entire conversation. Enola kneeled in front of him, as Sherlock looked at her and then broke eye contact to look down at the book he was holding.

“Sherlock, Don’t let him do this to me”

“You are his ward”

“Make me yours. Guide me. Teach me. For him I am nuisance. For you-”

“Enola. I’m sorry, but it’s out of my hands”

“Just like his cruelty to our mother was out of your hands”

Cruelty to their mother? No, Sherlock would have never allowed his mother to go through anything, he is a man of honor... isn’t he? (Y/n) felt her stomach tighten as she saw this tragic scene unravel, she hoped Sherlock would have accepted and took her in.

“She is not dangerous. She is remarkable and always has been. And if you still can’t see that then shame on you both”

“So remarkable she left you in my care”

Mycroft shot back. (Y/n) could almost feel the pain the young girl felt, you could see it in her eyes how that was an arrow straight in her heart. (Y/n) decided to step up and try to help, she approached the young girl with a kind smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here to calm down. Seems like your brothers don’t share the same love and admiration you do for the woman that made them who they are”

“I am a self made successful man”

“but you wouldn’t be no man if the woman you frown upon had not broken her hips and went through hours of painful labor. Take that as some food for thought before you school me on my manners”

Sherlock looked at her in awe, as she stood proudly next to his sister and became the shield he should have been. Standing up for a girl you haven’t even spoken to or knew before this.

“Let’s go young Enola, seems like a woman’s presence is wanted here only when she does as she is told”

-

“Come in”

“Can I open this door and be promised that I will remain safe or are you holding a dagger and you are ready to take me out of this world?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, dagger you in your own household? I would probably wait to poison you a few days after we leave and write the paperwork of you firing me”

He smiled at her plan as he closed the door in her room. It was already nightfall and the only light here were a few candles, he had let her take a breather after the unfortunate event that had occurred previously. Even though he wasn’t the one that she went toe to toe with, his silence was as obnoxious to her as his brothers loud ignorance towards the female gender.

“You are upset”

“Of course not, why would I be? It’s not like you let that man embarrass his own sibling and talk down to his mother without her being in the room”

She had remained sited in the chair next to the table, a book open that seemed like she was writing on rather than reading it. He was aware she was holding a journal, he didn’t blame her for it, having a job like she did she was in desperate need of something to keep her sane.

“This is a very wary subject”

“I am aware of it, I just can’t seem to understand why not comfort her, try to change your brothers opinion, anything that will show you care for her, you do care for her, right Sherlock?”

“She is my baby sister (y/n), that’s a given”

She closed her book. She ran her hand through her  through her hair and got up from her sit, her hands going in front of her torso at a defensive demeanor, even when Sherlock should be cold or show his higher position to her, he couldn’t help but seek some type of truce with her, how could he not? She looked so beautiful even when she mad at him, the eyes he was so caught up in looked at him with fury, her delicate feature went harsh and she was dressed more... lightly now.

“I spoke with her earlier, she was in the garden”

“I know, I saw.”

“She asked me about you, asked me if you were my lady”

Her eyes went wide for a split second before regaining her composer and turned her back to him. She approached the window before she spoke.

“If you think of how she became familiar with me, she was probably certain I wasn’t even friends with your holier than God brother”

“You mustn't be angry at me”

“And why is that?”

“Because other than my sister and mother, I care for you and for your opinion about me”

She remained silent. Not only because she was caught off guard by his comment, she also didn’t know what he was talking about. Sherlock stepped closer to her, his steps making her heart flutter and her palms sweaty. He stopped when he was right behind her, he wanted to hug her, caress her, kiss her, still he was uncertain of how she would react.

“I still remember the night you got kidnapped”

Someone that Sherlock had helped uncover had escaped prison and kidnapped her. Luckily, she was retrieved safely yet again she was still shaken up by the scary experience, when Sherlock found her awake next to the fireplace she was so vulnerable and grateful to be alive she launched at him and kissed him passionately.

He shared his bed with her, in the middle of the night though she had gotten up and left, when morning came she acted like nothing had happened, barely even looked at him in the eyes for a week.

“Please Sherlock don’t pick at my brain”

“Why did you leave that night? Did you regret it that much”

“That night... was the most blissful I have ever been.... However you are still my boss Sherlock”

“That’s all I am to you? Your boss?”

(Y/n) turned to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Those eyes would be the death of him, it was with no doubt the window to her soul, that pure gentle soul of hers.

“What am I to you then Sherlock? This wasn’t just about me”

“You are.... what I never knew I needed”

His hands went up to her forearms instinctively, a soft caress that made her think his hands were made out of the finest silk, she felt goosebumps as he touched her. Her lips parted slightly as she took in a heavy breath, her eyes searching for a hint of a lie in his words.

“Sherlock”

“Shhhhh, It’s alright darling. You don’t have to say anything”

At that he slowly leaned in, his lips on top of hers at a shy and gentle kiss. Her hand went to his neck, bringing her torso to touch his as the kiss deepened, her entire body felt a rush go through it as they should the passion they held for each other with this kiss. As she pulled back her fingertips traveled to his face, taking in his attractive features

“I had almost forgotten how good of a kisser you are”

“Oh love, you will never forget it ever again”

#sherlock holmes imagine #sherlock holmes x reader #henry cavill scenarios #henry cavill x reader #sherlock holmes oneshot #sherlock holmes x you #enola holmes imagine #enola holmes x reader #henry cavill oneshot #enola holmes x oc #enola holmes x you #sherlock holmes headcanon #henry cavill x oc #geralt imagine #enola holmes #henry cavill #sherlock holmes #the witcher #henry cavill x you #enola holmes oneshot

[melwilson]

neighbors | b.b

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

rating: fluff, kinda angsty tho

a/n: this gif was made by the wonderful @buckysbarnes thank you for allowing me to use your work, luv.

Not that you’ve been counting, but it’s been exactly four weeks and two days since you’ve seen your handsome neighbor. Four weeks and two days where the sun didn’t seem to shine as bright and the roses on your kitchen table didn’t smell as good.

Bucky Barnes had simply disappeared without a word as to where he was going. You didn’t think much of it at first. It wasn’t uncommon for Bucky to hibernate in his apartment for a few days at a time, but then those few days turned into a week. And so, with the key he had given you, you unlocked the door to his apartment to find it empty. A small layer of dust had settled on the kitchen counter and the blankets that usually inhabited the floor were folded and left neatly on the couch. You assumed that Bucky wouldn’t be gone for too long, considering he was a homebody, but boy were you wrong.

He hadn’t answered a single phone call or text and after two weeks, you just stopped trying. Some would say you were worried, but you opted for anxious and confused. You weren’t Bucky’s babysitter, but you were his friend and you cared for him. You knew who Bucky was and what he did for a living from the moment you laid eyes on him. So naturally, you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

And that leads to now.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard of your laptop. You had...something due. Something important. Something for work.

A report.

You had a report due at the end of the day, but your mind was focused on something else. Someone else. You let out a frustrated groan, shutting the laptop closed.

He’s probably in Europe with Sam.

I don’t blame him. Europe is so much cooler than New York.

He couldn’t have invited me though?

The thought of Bucky had completely and utterly consumed you. Maybe it was those eyes that were bluer than the Mediterranean or the warmth he brought to the small apartment. Or it could have been that for once you had an actual friend. Someone who listened and made you feel wanted. Bucky Barnes was all you wanted and all you needed. But he was gone and apparently, had no intent on returning to New York soon.

You’re pathetic, Y/n. Get it together.

You rolled your shoulders back before deciding that a trip to the market would help ease your mind. And you were right. It was a beautiful and unusually warm day in downtown Brooklyn. You shuffled through the mass of people; men, women, and children who desired to enjoy the weather. The brief sound of laughing children filled your ears causing a small smile to turn your cheeks. You had always wanted a few of your own- a couple of boys and a little girl. Your family was extremely close. You were the oldest of four. Family was something you valued more than anything.

“I didn’t know you liked plums, Y/n.”

You glanced up at Douglas Simmons or Doug as he told many to call him. He had been running the produce stand since you were a kid. He knew what you came for before you got their each weekend and would always have it ready for you. “I- yeah,” you paused. “It’s new. A friend urged me to try them. They’re actually more for him than for me.”

“Him?” the fair man asked, eyebrows perking up.

You rolled your eyes, a small laugh covering up the heat crawling up your neck. “Yes. Him. Why? You worried about someone stealing me away?”

He scoffed grabbing the package of fresh strawberries for you. “I was actually hoping so. It’s about time you find someone and settle down.”

“I’m twenty-five, Doug. I’ve got time. Plus, he’s...we’re complicated.”

The older man handed you your bag with a small smile. “Complicated or running from each other?”

You sucked in a sharp breath, the cracked concrete beneath you, seemingly more interesting. He had always been too wise for his own good. Doug was someone you confided in a lot during your teenage years. He was easy to talk to and a great listener. He also had an uncanny ability to tell you what you needed to hear when you needed to hear it. “I’ll see you next weekend, Doug. Thanks for this.”

“Anytime, Y/n.” There was a hint of pity laced in his warm, brown eyes and you hated it. You hated how people looked at you when you talked about finding someone else. The way they would all say they were proud of you and how far you’d come since the accident.

Swallowing thickly, your eyes landed on the flower stand a few feet away. A bouquet of blue, white, and purple hydrangeas caused a smile to tug at your cheeks. He used to buy you hydrangeas. A fresh bouquet in front of your apartment door each month. You hadn’t worked up enough courage to buy anymore. Passing them, you waved to the owner of the stand before making your way back home. Doug’s words rang heavy in your mind. Complicated or running from each other. It would be three years to date in a week. Maybe it was time.

Bucky was nervous. He hadn’t seen you in over a month, not to mention not answering your phone calls or texts. He felt awful. He had called you earlier today, but you hadn’t answered, your phone going immediately to voicemail. He could imagine the disappointment that would be laced in your eyes. You were never mad at him. You were never mad at anyone, just disappointed. You could always see the good in people and would never fail to show them their worth. It was one of the things Bucky loved about you. Ignoring the pounding in his chest, he knocked three times on your apartment door. A few moments later, he heard a soft shuffling before his eyes met yours. Your eyes lit up though Bucky could tell something was wrong. Your usually bright eyes were rimmed red and brimmed with tears.

“Bucky, hey.” Your voice was soft, yet scratchy like you hadn’t spoken in awhile. “Come in.”

The taller man stepped inside, immediately overwhelmed by the warmth your presence brought. “Um, I got these for you.” He held out a bouquet of hydrangeas, the same ones you had a seen a week prior.

You let out a quiet gasp taking the flowers from his hand. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

“I was hoping you would like them,” Bucky said nervously, “I wasn’t sure what flowers you liked. I got those because they reminded me of you.”

You sent him a small smile as you went around to the kitchen to grab a vase. The sound of tap water filled the silence between you. You could feel Bucky’s lingering stare, and though you didn’t mind, it made you nervous.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call back. I-“

“You don’t have to explain, Buck,” you muttered. “I understand. I’m just glad you’re here. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” his voice was soft as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. His jacket was long forgotten, arms crossed over his chest, bottom lip tugged between his teeth. “How are you?”

You shrugged grabbing two glasses from the cabinet next to the microwave. “You want something to drink?”

“Y/n.” Bucky’s voice was stern.

You glanced over at him. “Bucky.” There was a look in your eyes that told him you didn’t want to talk about it.

There was a beat of silence. Bucky wanted to question you further, but he didn’t want to ruin what he had with you. “Water...with ice, please.” His blue eyes followed your frame as you shifted around the kitchen. Your body was stiff and rigid, a few sniffles filling the silence. Bucky noticed the way you ducked your head away from his as you handed him his water. As you attempted to slide past him, he gently wrapped his hand around your forearm. A shaky breath fell from your lips as your gaze stayed fixed on the floor beneath you. “Y/n, talk to me, doll. Please. I don’t like seeing you like this. And don’t tell me you’re okay because I know that you’re not.”

When you met his gaze, the tears started to fall faster. “Please don’t look at me like that.”

The break in your voice made Bucky’s heart ache. “Like what, doll?”

“Like you pity me. I don’t- I don’t want your pity.” You shook yourself from Bucky’s grasp, your knees buckling. Before you could meet the ground, Bucky’s hands found themselves weaved around your waist. He eased you to the ground, your sobs breaking his heart piece by piece. He had lived next door to you for nearly a year and had never seen you like this. He had never seen you so vulnerable. So broken. You always carried yourself with such poise and grace, it was hard to believe that anything was able to break and crack you at the seams. But here you were, falling apart in Bucky’s arms proving that you were just as broken and human as he was.

Bucky, feeling the way your body racked with sobs, said, “You gotta breathe for me, darling.” He waited a few moments and after showing no improvement, he took one of your hands and placed it on his chest. His metal hand came to cup your cheek wiping away the tears that fell rapidly and bringing a coolness to your face. “Y/n, you gotta breathe.” Bucky took in deep breath and motioned for you to do the same. It took a few hiccups, but you soon followed after him. With every deep breath he took, you would do the same. Once your breathing was slowed and your tears weren’t falling as fast, you allowed your head to rest on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. You gently pulled away from Bucky’s grasp so that you were sitting next to him knees pulled to your chest. You were beyond embarrassed. You hated crying in front of people. It made you feel weak, but more than that you were always the person to offer their shoulder. It didn’t feel right for it to be the other way around.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, doll.” Bucky’s voice was soft. Warm even. He watched as you fidgeted in your spot, your brain racking with what to say.

“I, um, this is the anniversary of my ex’s death.” Bucky swallowed, his hand reaching out to grab yours in a reassuring squeeze. You sent a weak squeeze back, bringing your intertwined hands to rest on your knee. “He was in the army. We started dating a couple months before he went to basic. We did long distance during basic. After, he was stationed in New York for about three months before we found out he was being deployed to Iraq. The day before he left, he uh, broke up with me. He told me that he didn’t want me to wait for him. A month into his deployment a man from the army showed up at my door with a bouquet of hydrangeas.” Your voice cracked. “He was killed in action. IED. I guess I’m not over it.” You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth turning to face Bucky. “I just wanna be able to get through this day without feeling torn apart. I wanna move on.”

“You can’t just push away your emotions, doll. What you’re feeling right now will pass, but you gotta let it run its course. You lost someone you loved and I don’t know if that pain will ever truly go away. Not like you want it to.”

You exhaled shakily using the back of your hand to wipe away a few stray tears. “Thank you for being here, Buck.”

“I’m always gonna be here for ya’ doll.” He tugged you closer throwing his arm over your shoulders. “Anything you need me to do?”

“I just wanna be held for a little while.”

You allowed your eyes to flutter shut at the soft trail of kisses that Bucky left on your forehead. You’re not sure how long the two of you sat on your kitchen floor, but when Bucky gently shook you awake the sun was making it’s decent along the New York horizon.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed, doll.” The brunette’s voice was barely above a whisper.

You groaned in protest as he tugged you off the ground. You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and Bucky visibly shivered at the heat of your breath against the base of his neck. “No. Stay. We can eat the plums I bought for you.”

A surprised chuckle fell from Bucky’s lips, his hands running up and down the length of your back. “You got me plums?”

“Us,” you corrected, “I got us plums and we can eat them if you stay.”

“Okay fine,” Bucky sighed, “But just so you know, I’m only staying for the plums not because I wanna spend time with my favorite girl.”

You raised an eyebrow an amused look covering your features. “Favorite, huh?”

“Always will be,” Bucky said casually. “Now, where are those plums?”

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #fatws bucky #the winter solider x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

The day Stolas met you, the life which had been boring at worst and full of love and respect at best, was in complete shambles. Broken ever since the "Brunch incident".

He and his wife were barely on speaking terms, and when they did speak, it would almost exclusively devolved into a fight filled with harsh words and thrown objects.

His darling starfire hadn't spoken to him in over a week. Something he'd usually chock up to teenage angst, but she actively avoided him now.

Something she'd never do before.

And so with his homelife slowly tearing him apart, he naturally thought a visit to his favourite Imp in all hell would brighten his day.

And that's where you came in.

You'd worked at I.M.P for the last few months and were quickly becoming a valued member of the I.M.P family.

Youd just finished a job and were about to fill out the rather tedious paperwork the job entailed, When the towering Demon Prince entered the office.

You were too proud an Imp to admit it, but when you first saw Prince Stolas you were a little starstruck.

Said Prince, apon finding a new Imp at I.M.P's office immediately inquired as to who you were

Taken off guard by suddenly be talking to a Prince of hell, you spent a moment fumbling your words, before finally telling him your name.

Stolas finding the whole thing quiet adorable.

Stolas sparked up a conversation, asking how you ended up at I.M.P and your work with the company. Something you were more than happy to tell him about.

You told him how Blitzø had hired you after youd single handedly killed 3 men in a fight with only a can opener.

Then you told him about how working as an assassin was challenging but enjoyable work, all things considered.

You tell him how working for the chaotic force of nature that is Blitzø was great too, when he wasn't being a prick.

As charming as Stolas found your slightly flustered conversation. There was a purpose to his visit. And so asking you if Blitzø was in, to which you told him he was in his office.

Stolas suddenly became anxious, wondering aloud if his outfit was presentable or not.

This caused you to laugh, placing a hand over your mouth.

Stolas was immediately indignant, demanding to know what was so funny.

You killed the laugh with a cough, before telling him you laughed because simply put "You'd never seen a more ravishing demon in all your time in hell" And for him to be anxious was funny to you.

Stolas Blushed hard, a Warmth he didn't understand spreading through his chest. It had been so long since he'd received such praise from someone who wasnt utterly subservient to him.

Sputtering out an timid thank you, before immediately making his way Blitzø's office, Ignoring your cries to wait.

Being violently thrown out of Blitzø's office was not how he saw this unplanned little 'Rendezvous' going.

Blitzø stepped out stared down at him, a mixture of disgust and anger plain on his face.

'I'm so sick of this shit stolas' Blitzø grumble out, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 'We made a Fucking deal, I come over ONCE a MONTH and fuck your brains out. And you leave me alone unless you have a job for us.'

Stolas tried to reply, trying to explain why he was there. But before he could Blitzø interjected 'I can put up with all creepy perverted texts and shit, but I am not your God Damned SEXTOY Stolas! I don't want to see your ass don't here again!' He screamed, before slamming the door.

Stolas just sat there. Unwilling to move. He felt like he'd just been slapped.

His eyes stung. His throat burned. He clutched at the ground, and even as his world fell apart around him, he could only focus on one thing.

He felt so cold...

He had no one.

No one loved him.

He felt so cold...

It took everything he had not to breakdown, he couldn't, not here. It was unbecoming of a prince to been seen showing such weakness.

The sudden sensation of something on his shoulder. Daring to open his eyes, he was shocked to find You, standing over him. Hand on his shoulder and a sympathetic smile on your face.

You reached into your coat and removed a handkerchief.

Croutching down you wiped the growing dew around his eyes.

Putting away the hanky, you stood up and offered him a hand.

Helping him to his feet, you asked him if he was okay. Stolas immediately tried to put up his aristocratic facade and assure you he was fine.

Only for the words to die in his throat and for him to almost burst into tears again.

Leading him into the nearby office, you find yourself in the conference room. You sat him on said conference table.

Quickly zipping off, you returned a moment later with a little plastic cup of water.

Handing the little cup, he took it with a wordless thanks.

Stolas felt cold.

He felt like his whole world was falling apart. He had nothing.

His wife couldnt stand him.

His beloved Starfire wouldn't stay in the same room as him.

He had nothing and no one.

No one loved him.

Why should he even go on.

Even through there crimson glow, you could see just how close he was to breaking down.

So before his despair could consume him completely, you did the only thing you could think of.

You climbed atop the conference table and pulled the poor owl-boi into a hug.

It was a little awkward due to the height difference, but standing on the table brought you high enough to pull his head onto your chest.

Stolas was utterly shocked, not just by the action itself, But the fact you did this on your own acord.

He didn't have to barter or beg or make promises for your affection.

You just... gave it freely.

He couldnt help himself.

It had been so long since he'd last felt the loving touch of another soul.

And for you to give affection so openly, he felt he could let himself be vulnerable to you. He releases a long anguished cry, bursting into tears.

You just held him close, gently petting his head, whispering words of comfort, telling him everything would be okay.

He didn't know why but your words brought out

Stolas threw his arms around you, holding onto you as though you were the last anchor in his sea of despair.

The poor owl drenched the front of your shirt with his dejected tears.

Stolas didn't know how long he cried for, and you simply didn't care.

You could tell he needed this and were more then happy to give the demonic prince some much needed affection.

Eventually, Stolas shed all the tears he had, standing up he unintentionally pulled himself from your warm embrace.

Stolas instantly missed the warmth of your touch. The same all consuming coldness as before instantly returning.

Looking up at Stolas you draw your handkerchief and go to wipe his tear stained face.

But before you could, Stolas grabbed your hand, his other hand was placed on the back of your head, he pulls you into a kiss.

You weren't sure how to react, stolas certainly didn't give you any time to figure it out as he pulled you deeper into the kiss.

While you were initially shocked by the kiss, you honestly, didn't care to put up any kind of resistance.

While you would of preferred he asked for a kiss, you could tell the guy needed this. And all things considered, you were happy to oblige him.

So when his tongue slid across your teeth, asking for entrance, you wrapped your arms around his neck you let it in, giving stolas full access to your mouth.

You began leaning into the kiss, doing your best to return his passion.

Stolas, took your returning passion as further permission, he became more aggressive.

His tongue dominated your mouth, as his hands began roamed across your body.

Stolas was in bliss, each time you shivered or moaned, bringing him further pleasure.

Taking each sound as encouragement, he became more and more aggressive. Sure that each sound you made was an unconscious sign of love.

He became more desperate to hear your angelic voice as moaned or cried out. Desperate to hear someone say they loved him.

Gripping his head, you tried to de-escalate the situation before it got out of hand.

Of course that was easier said then done, as Stolas was much stronger then he looked. But after much effort, despite Stolas's silent insistence that you continue, you finally managed to break the kiss.

Stolas's forceful nature found you pushed back onto the table. Stolas towering over you, staring down at you with those awe inspiring crimson eyes.

'We cant be this doing this' You try to tell him 'Not here. What if someone walks in on us?' The question hung in the air. When it became obvious it wasn't deterring his growing need you asked 'What if Blitzø catches us?'

Stolas pulled back at that.

Looking to the side he rubbed his arm, Anxiety bubbling in his chest.

Stolas hadn't thought of that.

What if Blitzø did walk in?

Finding him with one of his employees.

In his office.

Would Blitzø be upset?

Would he yell at him, scream and throw a fit, insisting he had betrayed him...

Would Blitzø even care?

There was a part of him that said 'Of course he would. Blitzø, no matter how much he denied it, surely Blitzø cared for him on some level.'

Stolas could tell himself that all he wanted, but deep down, he knew the truth.

He placed his hand on your cheek, looking down at you. He tried to speak only for a new wave of emotions hit him, causing him on reflex to fall silent.

It was in that moment, as he stood over you, did he realis he didn't need to hide his vulnerability from you. You weren't judging him, he could be vulnerable to you and would judge him for it.

His heart swelled and despite having just met you, he found himself developing a deep yearning to be with you.

'I-I know this is sudden. And you have every right to say no. But please... No one has ever shown me such genuine affection like you have today.'

' I'm so used to people only interested in me for my status or resources.' Stolas held himself, looking dejectedly to the side. A new wave of sorrow enveloping him.

'Your the only one who's shown me the slightes care, past what I could do for them.' He didn't meet your gaze, he ran his hand down your chest, his voice becoming just above a whisper. 'I have nothing (Y/N), I have no one. Right now your the only thing I have.'

'I need to feel something (Y/n), I need to feel something before I fall apart, and I want feel it with you.' He was practically begging you by this point.

Things like pity and mercy were a death sentence in hell.

There was nothing stopping you from saying no. You cared little for royalty. You weren't some door mat that took every word from royalty as gospel.

But right now, this great Demonic Prince standing before you. He didn't want your obedience. He wasn't forcing you to do anything.

He just wanted some sort of affection. something you knew you could give him so easily.

How could you say no?

With a deep sigh, you resigned yourself to your fate. Leaning forward you place your hand under his chin and raised his head to meet your gaze. Stolas was shocked when pulled him close and planted a kiss on his his beak.

'Lock the door' you whispered.

#helluva boss #helluva stolas #x reader #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss x reader #stolas x reader #stolas