#ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW TO CURTAIN IS COVERING THE SHELVES WHICH IS SUCH A SMALL THING BUT IT MAKES ME SO MAD WHY SPOCK WHY

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing

#spock baby im sorry but it looks like the backdrop of one of those alpha male podcasts #nurse chapel is stronger then me because if i saw this frat boy ass decor i would have immediately gotten the ick and left #the lack of coherent design is so funny #ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW TO CURTAIN IS COVERING THE SHELVES WHICH IS SUCH A SMALL THING BUT IT MAKES ME SO MAD WHY SPOCK WHY #i hope bones never saw this room because he would have a fucking field day #star trek #star trek tos #spirk #jim kirk #spock #tos

[peaceisadirtyword]

Pull the Trigger VIII (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello! This is the next chapter🫶🏼 when I reach chapter 10 I will do a small hiatus of a couple of weeks so I can finish some requests and finish writing the rest of the chapters! But we still have a couple of weeks to go so 👀 enjoy for now! 

I told you it was slowburn but we’re already getting to the burn part!

Warnings: talks about SA, mentions of anxiety and PTSD, violence, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Words: 3642

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Your head was pounding and your entire body ached when you finally opened your eyes. The light slipped through the curtains, but it took you a good two minutes to realise where you were.

Ivar’s room wasn’t like you expected. He has a couple of posters on the walls, some pictures and books. Many books. He didn’t have much furniture, only the king sized bed in which you were, a desk with some university books and notebooks and his laptop. There was a small couch next to the window and two giant shelves, and there were some cushions and blankets on the floor, where he had slept.

But Ivar wasn’t there.

The bathroom door was closed, but you couldn’t hear anything inside, so you thought he might be downstairs.

Covering your eyes to block the light that felt like fire and took a deep breath. You could barely remember anything that had happened the night before. Erik giving you a drink, Erik locking you in a room, Erik touching you…

Closing your eyes tightly, you made an effort to remember. Had he gone all the way? You remembered being with Ingrid, and maybe Thora, before passing out and waking up at the Lothbroks’ house. Taking a deep breath, you tried to sit on the bed, frowning, groaning and rubbing your eyes, immediately embarrassed. Ivar had seen you in your most vulnerable state, completely gone and out of your mind, he probably thought you were stupid as fuck and the worst part was that he was right.

You needed to get out of that house.

Looking around for your clothes you realised you were wearing Ivar’s. Maybe it was because you had grown used to his scent during the night, but now you realised you could smell him everywhere. It was overwhelming and for some reason only made you more sleepy. Giving up and thinking you would just ask Thora to pick your clothes up you grabbed your shoes and walked towards the door as fast as your incipient headache and nausea allowed you to, making an effort not to look bad. A part of you wanted to at least change the sheets and make the bed, feeling guilty, but that would lead to you having to talk to someone else, which wasn’t in your plans.

You almost got lost. Luckily, no one seemed to be awake as every single door you walked by was closed. You could see the main door at the end of the living room, you just had to get through the kitchen…

“You must be Y/N”

Fuck.

Turning to your right to look at the kitchen, you saw two women standing next to the kitchen island. You recognized one of them instantly. Long, blonde hair that fell loose down her back in waves, pale skin and skinny, with blue eyes and very tall. Aslaug Lothbrok. She had a soft expression on her face, her lips curved on a small smile. The woman next to her was way shorter and had brown eyes, but her hair was also blonde, you didn’t recognize her from anywhere but there was something about her that felt familiar.

“I… I’m sorry, I…”

“How are you feeling?” the other woman asked, and immediately approached you, examining you up and down “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded slowly, wondering if they could see the panic you felt at that exact moment.

Aslaug’s chuckle made you look at her again. She maintained quite a low profile compared to Ragnar’s previous wife, only attending to and organising charity events, barely linked to the business and seen as a cold, distant, rich woman that devoted her entire life to enjoy the money her husband made and birth sons.

In fact, she intimidated you way more than Ivar.

“Please, join us for breakfast” she pointed at one of the stalls next to the counter “Helga makes the most delicious breakfasts”

“I wouldn’t want to bother you more than I already have” you said quickly “I should go…”

“Please, I insist” she almost pouted “Helga can examine you afterwards and if you don’t feel well we can take you to the hospital, I just wouldn’t be comfortable kicking you out of my house without eating and after what’s happened”

Helga’s eyes almost begged you, so you sighed and nodded, swearing your hand trembled when you grabbed the chair. In fact, you were hungry and dizzy, almost like you hadn’t eaten in a whole day even though you recalled having dinner before going to Erik’s.

“You know what’s happened” you muttered, lowering your head in embarrassment. You wondered how many people knew at that point, probably half the party had seen you, and they would have told everyone…

“I examined you when Ivar brought you, last night” Helga smiled kindly at you “I’m a doctor” she explained.

“The best doctor in town, and in the country I’d dare say” Aslaug smiled too “Coffee or tea?”

“Tea, please” you muttered “I’m truly sorry for bothering you”

“You didn’t bother” Aslaug’s smile faded “I would have been very disappointed at my sons if they hadn’t brought you here immediately, there’s fewer places in this city safer than this house”

You had to agree with that. You hadn’t seen any house as protected as that one, even if you had only been there twice and one that you remembered.

“Yes but I… Should have been more careful, it won’t happen again, but thank you for helping me and letting me stay”

Her expression changed, immediately her face was serious when she left the cup of tea in front of you and grabbed your hand softly, making you almost flinch in surprise.

“You don’t need to apologise for that, Y/N” said Aslaug “Never apologise for something that you can’t control and that is not your fault, and this wasn’t your fault, please never think that” she sighed “What that… Boy did is terrible, and I understand you have too many emotions inside you right now, but please don’t even think for a second that it was your fault, you were just a young woman having fun in a party, and no one has the right to do anything without you consent in any case”

Your eyes filled with tears, and you gulped to try and ignore the knot you felt inside your throat. Muttering a thank you, you grabbed the cup and took a sip from the warm tea. It kind of comforted you, as the warmth spread inside your body, but you weren’t sure if it was the tea or her words.

“Is Ivar around?” you asked when you felt stable enough to talk again “I would like to thank him too…”

Aslaug’s smile came back, and you widened your eyes at how pretty she was.

“Unfortunately there were some things that required his attention today and he left early in the morning with Floki and Ubbe” she explained, and then you wondered how much sleep he had gotten “I don’t think he’ll be back until after lunch, usually these meetings take a long time” she had an apologetic smile on her face.

“It’s okay” you shrugged “I’ll just… Thank him when I see him in class”

“Your clothes are in the washing machine” Helga turned to you with a sweet smile, offering you freshly made cookies and cinnamon buns “Maybe we can have someone take them to you when they’re dry and ready”

You almost sighed in relief. You had been dreading the thought of washing those clothes by yourself, the clothes he had touched.

“Thanks” you nodded, finally breaking a smile while accepting one of the cinnamon buns. They were soft and warm, and you almost moaned in delight tasting them.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked you, her tone of voice and mannerisms made you think of a mother. She definitely behaved like that, you liked her.

“Yes, I am” you nodded “Just a bit tired, but I have the entire weekend to recover”

“I’m glad to hear that” she smiled sadly at you again “Please if you don’t feel well at any point call Ivar, he will call me”

You almost said that you didn’t have Ivar’s phone number, but closed your mouth almost immediately, because that would probably unleash more questions and you didn’t have answers.

“And have you thought about reporting this to the police?” Aslaug asked “Helga has a medical report”

“I… Haven’t thought about that, I kind of just want to forget about it” you shrugged.

“I understand” she nodded, a warm smile on her lips “But please, if you ever do remember you have our lawyers at your disposition, we’ve never lost a trial”

You nodded, thanking her with another small smile.

She opened her mouth, almost like she wanted to say something else, but a voice interrupted her. Hvitserk bursted into the kitchen almost like he hadn’t eaten in two years. He barely said a ‘good morning’ before picking up one of Helga’s cinnamon rolls. When he had eaten almost half of it in two bites, he noticed you, and you raised an eyebrow, amused. It was the first time you found Hvitserk Lothbrok funny.

“I really didn’t educate you with these manners, Hvitserk” Aslaug sighed, shaking her head before turning to you with a small smile “Forgive him, he spent way too much time with his father when he was a child”

Hvitserk rolled his eyes, turning around to kiss his mother’s cheek with his mouth still full, Aslaug frowned and slapped his arm softly, but her lips curved in a small smile.

“I didn’t know you were here, Thora and I knocked on Ivar’s door but as no one replied we thought you’d be sleeping, or that you had left”

“I was about to leave” you explained “But…”

“Hvitserk will drive you home” Aslaug interrupted you “It’s safer and quicker than a cab”

“Yes, of course, but let me eat something first, I’m starving” he winked at you “How are you?”

You smiled at him. You barely remembered anything from the night before, but you were pretty sure Hvitserk had been there at some point.

“I’m better, thank you”

“I’m glad, then, Thora will be happy to hear that, she’s been worried the entire night”

“How is she?” you nearly pouted. Even though you had been the paranoid friend lately, that position was usually Thora’s.

“She’s okay” he smiled softly “I kind of had to stop her from going back to that place to, and I’m quoting her, ‘cut off his dick and put it down his throat’, but other than that she’s fine”

To your surprise, Aslaug laughed, and Helga smiled fondly at Hvitserk. You smiled, too, it was something Thora would say when she was angry.

When she finally arrived she looked more than relieved to see you. She hugged you so tightly you almost fell off the stool, but hugged her back until she almost sobbed.

“I’m sorry” she sighed.

“Why are you sorry?” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Because it was me the one that told you to hook up with him from the beginning” she pouted “I’m an idiot”

“You didn’t force me though” you caressed her arm softly, trying to comfort her “And you tried to warn me, as did Ivar” you bit your lip “And I didn’t listen”

“I can’t blame you for that” Aslaug smiled sadly, offering a cup of coffee to Thora, who took it with a smile “I love my son, but he has a very… Blunt way of saying things”

Hvitserk chuckled, shaking his head.

“That’s the nice way of saying he’s an asshole for the most part of the day”

“Hvitserk! Watch that mouth!” Aslaug scolded him, and it actually made you smile again.

When reunited, that family wasn’t as bad as you thought.

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Hvitserk drove both Thora and you home after Aslaug and Helga made you promise you’d call them if you needed anything. The ride back was awkward, and sitting at the back of the car you could see Hvitserk’s hand over your friend’s thigh, the looks they gave to each other… And the small kiss they shared when he parked in front of your building that made you look away.

“Y/N, if you need anything, Thora has my phone number” Hvitserk turned to look at you with a sympathetic smile “Let us know”

You nodded slowly, whispering a thank you before stepping out of the car, waiting a couple of minutes for them to say goodbye.

You let out a sigh when you finally entered your flat, feeling immensely tired once again, and made your way to the kitchen to pour some water on a glass and drink. Thora hugged you from behind, making you tear up again.

“I’m sorry I interrupted your night” you muttered “It was important for you”

She shook his head.

“That doesn’t matter, your wellbeing is more important than a date” she smiled “Besides, Hvitserk and I talked after everything”

“And?” you raised an eyebrow, turning to look at her.

“I think we’re a couple now” she bit her lip, holding back a smile “Or… Something like it, he called me his girl”

You cleared your throat, shaking your head and rubbing your eyes at the same time, making Thora chuckle.

“I can’t deal with this right now” you groaned “I’m going to sleep for a bit”

She nodded, pushing you towards the couch and giving you a blanket before kissing your head softly.

“In any case, if you’re happy I’m happy for you” you muttered before she left “At the end of the day, they don’t seem to be that bad”

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The TV was on. You looked at the screen without really paying attention to the documentary about bears but needed some background noise to distract you from your own thoughts. Now you regretted not asking Hvitserk for Ivar’s number so you could ask him all of the questions that had been flooding your head since you woke up. But you doubted you’d be brave enough to actually ask them.

Ingrid had been with you for a while, half of the time crying and the other half hugging you. You hadn’t minded that, and appreciated her company, but the pity in her eyes was the last thing you wanted to see, and you escaped to the shower as soon as you could.

Now she had left, Astrid was with her girlfriend and Thora had announced she’d have a long and relaxing bath because Hvitserk was supposed to pick her up and take her to a very fancy restaurant. You finally had some peace to cry and just lay there trying to gain some energy again.

Until the doorbell rang.

Frowning, you raised your head, glaring at the closed door hoping the person at the other side would take the hint and leave you alone, but they insisted, and you scoffed before throwing the blanket to the floor and walking towards the door, hoping it wouldn’t be your neighbour complaining about noise again because you weren’t in the mood to deal with it.

But instead you found the pair of blue eyes you had been thinking about at the other side of the door.

Ivar didn’t smile, even though the corners of his lips curved slightly. He probably found your appearance funny, as you had changed into your pyjamas and your hair was still damp from the shower. You noticed a cut on his cheek, a fresh one, smaller than the scar he already had on his face, but it made you wonder what kind of meeting he had had that morning.

“Hi” he raised an eyebrow when you didn’t respond and stood frozen on the doorway “I came to bring you these”

He had a bag in his hand. When you took it, you saw it was your clothes, freshly washed, dried and ironed. You opened your mouth but the protest died in your throat when you saw his expression again. It was the first time since you had met him that he had such a soft expression on his face.

“I… Was going to ask Thora to pick them up for me”

“I also wanted to know how you were feeling”

You felt a strange tug inside your chest. Clearing your throat, you shrugged. You still couldn’t talk about it without tearing up and you didn’t want to tear up in front of Ivar.

“I’m… Better, thanks”

He frowned. His eyes scanned your face until you looked away.

“You don’t look better”

His honesty almost made you crack a smile.

“Come in” you moved so he could enter the flat, closing the door after him “Do you want anything to drink?” you offered, biting your lip. He looked amused at that “I don’t have much… But I can offer a glass of water…”

“Yes, water would be great”

Nodding and happy to get an excuse to escape his intense stare, you went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water, immediately feeling ashamed after you had seen the luxurious life he had.

Ivar didn’t seem to care. He drank from the glass and left it on the small table next to the couch, and he actually looked thirsty.

“Where were you?” you asked before you could stop yourself “This morning”

He looked like he didn’t expect that question, but shrugged and replied anyway.

“I had an important meeting… I just left early so I could visit someone before going back to work”

You frowned in confusion, and your eyes went back to the small scar on his cheek. Almost like he could feel it, his fingers touched it.

“If it comforts you, he ended up way worse than this”

“Erik?” you almost spat his name, gasping in realisation “Did you go to see Erik?”

“He deserved it”

You felt dizzy, immediately realising who you were talking to. The people of Kattegat respected his family for a reason.

“What? Do you feel sorry for him?” he scoffed, and every single trace of softness and worry disappeared from his mind.

“No, but…” you took a deep breath “Why did you do that?”

“Because he drugged you to… Do the Gods know what with you, Y/N” he raised his voice and you winced “And he has done that before and…” he clenched his jaw “Look, you might not remember, but I saw you, you weren’t yourself, you were…”

“I know, I lived it” you scoffed, shaking your head “What I don’t get is why you care so much!”

Ivar clenched his jaw again, his grip around the crutch tightened and he took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“You know? A simple thank you would be enough”

“I’m not going to thank you for beating Erik up!” you rubbed your face “Oh my god, I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved in whatever relationship Thora has with your family, you can’t just go around beating people up!”

“If they’re people like Erik then yes, we fucking can” he almost spat, glaring at you “I did what I did because of you, because he hurt you!”

You sighed again, taking a deep breath and fighting the tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks. It wasn't until the knot on your throat softened when you spoke again.

“But why do you care about me? We’ve met how many times? Four? Five? I just feel like you had all that rage against Erik and needed an excuse to let it out”

Ivar’s expression changed. It was almost sad, when you finally looked at him again. He almost pouted before replying.

“You just don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“The fact that we hadn’t talked before doesn’t mean I didn’t know who you were” he continued, shaking his head “I knew, because I went every single fucking day to that class just to see you” Ivar’s voice trembled, and you tilted your head in confusion “Because I told my brother your friend looked nice, I told him he should invite her and her friends to our fucking club because I couldn’t talk to you, Y/N, but even then you preferred to be with Erik and I tried to warn you and warn everyone because I knew he’d try to hurt you but I didn’t want to be right!” he yelled, and your lips parted in realisation “It was the first time in my life that I prayed to be wrong because it was you, so yes, I can beat him up, and I didn’t kill him because my family wouldn’t let me, but trust me, if it was for me he would be in a fucking coffin right now, and I wouldn’t regret a thing”

His last words were a mere whisper, and you realised just how close he was until he stopped talking. Your eyes were fixed on his, and you instinctively leant in, you could already feel his breathing against your lips…

“Y/N? I heard yelling, are you…?” Thora entered the living room, interrupting you and making Ivar step back, looking down at his own feet as she froze. She had only a bathrobe on and was drying her hair with a towel “Okay?”

Her eyes widened seeing Ivar standing in the living room. He shook his head, barely looking at any of you and pointing at the bag with the clothes you had left on the couch.

“I just came by to bring these” he shrugged “I’m leaving now”

He walked towards the door, looking back at you almost like he was expecting for you to say something, but you couldn’t physically produce any kind of sound.

When the door closed behind him, you finally let the tears roll down your cheeks.

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#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #modern ivar #vikings #vikings imagine #modern imagine #pull the trigger

[dark-lina]

Vampires and their types ( meeting with Lord Victor)

The air smelled of cherry blossoms. You slowly crossed the corridor to learn more about your hosts who saved you from a terrible fate. Changes in the vampire. However, you still think that these are all fairy tales. though , you've already seen a flying child, or a living armor that walked the hall itself. You knocked on Lord Victor's office. "Come in," the cool, yet polite voice invited you inside. Lord Victor was there. The man looked about 30 years old. He was very tall and handsome. Yellow eyes glowed in the dim light, he had pale skin, like most of the residents of the estate. Silver hair was reaching to the shoulders. He was dressed in a tailcoat, recalling those from the Victorian era. The room in which he was located was his office. The most space was occupied by numerous shelves with books, and apparently it was only a small part of his book collection. Windows that were in the room were usually covered with heavy curtains, but not this time. The ruler of the city himself, between dimensions, sat behind an ebony desk and watched you carefully. "Ah is you (Y / N)" he slowly put aside the documents he was dealing with. "Do you need something?" Slowly you nodded and uttered a few words. "Do you want to know more about vampires and similar beings? ... I can give you some information, but in every world it looks a bit different. Please, sit down." When you sat on an empty chair. Lord Victor went to one of the bookshelves,  and began to slowly analyze it, found a book that interested him and put it on his desk.

"Hymm" Victor thought for a while and rang a small bell, appeared the butler, at whom Victor ordered tea for himself and for you. The man opened the book and began to read it. You were silent for now, you preferred not to interrupt. The butler came back with tea and disappeared as quickly.The man poured the tea himself and you. A hot bitter brew, it smelled very beautiful, it was definitely tea from a very high shelf, not the one you can buy in supermarkets on Earth.You drank some, in anticipation watching the Lord's actions. "As I said before, how vampires and other monsters are classified depends on the world they are in. On some Earths or other worlds, vampires are undead blood-drinking monsters. In another world, they are powerful demons. They have been evolved out of people, but much more powerful. Same with the others monsters, let's take the ghouls. In some world, these are thoughtless monsters feeding on corpses. In others, it is a race living in the shadow of humans, but still feeding on their bodies. In  another they are demons with no magical powers, but they do not feed on corpses, they are more like Humns then demons " You sat in silence, listening to this argument. You had no idea that there are so many worlds, so although some worlds are similar, they still are different. You looked questioningly at Lord Victor. "Ah, you want to know how it is with us."The vampire drank his tea, his eyes flashed red for a moment, then returned to their yellow color. "Our case is quite complicated" put down the cup on the table "just like other cousins from other worlds we feed on blood, that's true." You were slightly frightened, you wanted to escape quickly, from under his gaze, but after a while he added in a calm voice. "However, the matter of obtaining it is completely different than it used to be, and there are also other substitutes, and it is easy to obtain it so that the victim would even benefit."You calmed down a little, but you still did not feel comfortable under his gaze. "As for my race of vampires. We can say that there are three types of us. Pure Blood, vampires that originated was mortals and mixes of vampires with others races." You changed your position in the chair, listened carefully, did not want to miss anything, in the end not everyone talked to a real vampire, or not everyone came out alive. Victor did not stop his speech even for a moment. Even it seemed that he was pleased that he could tell you a bit. "Pure-blood vampires are the rarest, so there is very little of us." he fell silent for a moment. You asked your question. " Why ? It is very hard for vampire women to get pregnant with an equally pure-blooded partner, "he looked at the wall", that's why we only have three of our own children. Les ... Vincent and Victoria. How do we differ from former People? Our children control their powers from an early age. Unchecked vampire children can be dangerous. Strength ... resistance to ordinary weapons, very fast regeneration, not many things can kill us. Change of form into mist, wolf and bat. Having the ability to fly, even without the form of a bat, simply wings can grow out of our backs. And access to powerful spells accumulated for many generations. But we have weaknesses ""The first of these is our number, there are quite a few thousand of us, no more, and the sun, the sun can kill our young very quickly. For the first time when our children can experience a moment in the light of the sun, it's like it's over 200 years old. And then we have to cure them from severe burns. So they have to live in the dark for a long time. However, the older the vampire the more immune. The sun does not work on me anymore ... but my magic is much weaker during the day than at night. However, the death of my body is not the end of me "murmuring. Victor stopped and watched you. You had a lot of confusion in your head, so much information, and at the same time you did not know what to do about it. This knowledge you now possessed could be useful sometime. You spoke to him. "Hym ... why do I say this to you? You are not a threat to me ... Sorry, you people are weak (y / n), that's why my sons often protect them. Come in large numbers people are a threat, that's why we often live in the shades. That's how much we talk about people. Most of my sons were once human. Yes ... I'm talking about Morr, Sand, Poison and Thunder .... " You were surprised a bit and asked about Roze. "Roze ... Roze was not a human being, he was an elf from another world, that's why his type of beauty and behavior is slightly different" You sat deeper in the chair and nodded slowly, that you understood everything so far. An older man said. "Hym, so if we're already here, Ex-Humans are a bit different from pure blood. Vampires changed from people, in the first stage of their vampiric life, are very susceptible to the smell of blood. In addition, they are weaker. They can not change their form. At first they do not have the power. They have more strength and speed. However, with age they are becoming more and more powerful. Of course, they also retain all their abilities to be human, sometimes becoming a vampire, they are even stronger. They can go out into the sun for the first time when they are 300 years old. However, the changed ones never age, do not change their age, when you have changed somebody as a child ... he will always be a child " You looked down and breathed in, you knew what he was talking about Thunder. An eternal boy who is 400 years old. "The last vampire blood are mix with other races. Half vampires... Half something else.An interesting fact is that it is easier for us to have children with other races than our own, pure. Always such a child takes over the powers of both parents, depending on what race the mother was and what father. It often happens that such children are resistant to the sun, so they are raised normally, not in the dark. Usually such children are spies, among families, they are also treated as lower category beings ... which is harmful. Hym "look at you as you asked us a strange question" no ... I do not have such children ... I have been faithful to my wife for 1000 years and will remain so " Victor sat down again at his desk. "I hope that this answer is satisfying to you. You better go, I have to go back to work" You nodded, thanked him and left the room, with even more questions in your head.

#my universe #City Between Dimensions #reader? #lord Victor my universe ( vampire lord)

[sunupstarcom]

#camperization #cargovan #conversionvan #DIY #lifestyle #minimalism #travel #van #vanlife

[tetralea]

To play a game

Pairing: dom!Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 1.8K+

Warning: dom-sub dynamics, dirty talking, cum in panties, exhibitionism, semi-public play, vaginal sex

Summary:  You are attending at an event with Tom and the both of you likes to play dirty, so you ditch your panties for the night.

A/N: So,it was inspired by a conversation veeery long ago with @we--are---not--afraid​ also it kind of clashes with this ask: (P.S please at least say hi, next time because I’m not writing on demand)

The event was loud and as overwhelming as ever no matter how many times you did it. The red carpet walks, the interviews, the photos, it got easier over time but never less draining. The only thing what kept you on the edge was one specific man and the hurried promise he made before you got out of the car.  

‘I bet you are not bold enough do this event without your panties.’ Tom purred into your ear, his eyes and words challenging you.  

This is how it happened, your hands sliding under the dress which reached around your knees to find your panties and push it into Tom’s pocket. ‘And I bet you can’t walk around with my panties in your pocket without someone noticing.’ Your little head tilt and innocent eyes earned a groan and a dangerous glint in those brown eyes, but he didn’t say a thing.  

It has been an hour now at least and you felt yourself growing wet as the cool air brushed against your pussy. You knew your dress was long enough to cover you by any means, but it didn’t help your feeling of being exposed and absolutely aroused by doing all this small talk and posing while not wearing your underwear, let alone having them in Tom’s pocket. It was a dirty little secret for the two of you, which riled you up more and more by every minute.  

The first time you could finally talk to him again was before the dinner when he stepped to you, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder.  

‘Do you have a minute for me, darling?’  

With an apologetic smile you excused yourself from the group and started to follow him through the crowded room to an empty, dark hallway, curtains hanging from each side, giving you just enough cover for now. His fingers were interlocking with yours during the walk, only letting them go when he pushed you to the wall, getting tangled in a curtain a little.  

‘How are you doing lovie?’ His words were hushed, lips finding yours before you could have answered in a hungry kiss.  

‘Better than you, I'd say.’ The devilish smile on your lips and the way he gave himself away so easily earned you another groan before he was back kissing you silly. It was hot and heavy with need, need building from the moment you got out of the car a few hours ago. His hard on was painfully obvious as he stepped a bit closer, his full body pressed to yours now. Sure, it explains why at least one of his hands were in his pocket. Those tight, slim pants didn’t hide his erection very well.  

Between the heated sloppy kisses, Tom’s long fingers slipped under your dress. ‘Do you know how it felt watching you flirting with everyone and knowing you little pussy is bare under your pretty dress?’  

It was a rhetorical question, but he didn't give you time to answer anyway, his lips were on yours, kissing you in a way it made your head spin, your small whimpers lost in his mouth. ‘Lovie, you soaked even your thighs.’ Tom cooed, when his fingers run up on your skin, to find you completely roused and wet. The sound you made then his touch, even if it was light as a feather hit your exposed pussy lips was almost feral. ‘You know, originally I wanted to finger you here and go back to fuck you later, but I don’t think I can wait for so long.’ His mumbles along with his ministrations were too much to let you form any more coherent thoughts. ‘I think there is a storage room across the hall, what do you think?’ His question was sweet as honey in sync with the way he was petting your pussy, coating his fingers in your slick, pressing into you a digit only when he touched your gaping entrance.  

‘Yes.’ As embarrassing as it was this was the first and only word which come to your mind, to Tom’s amusement. He loved it, loved to make you so flustered and worked up you practically forgot how to form words and there were nothing left but those sweet noises only for him.  

It felt like it wasn’t even a minute later when the door of the small room clicked behind you. Tom was immediately all over you, his hands trying to feel as much skin as you could, being desperate to finally have you. ‘Turn around, lovie.’  

You did with a bit of a help, hands pressed to the hard, steel shelves, but you didn’t care. There was a bit of a pause while Tom undid his pants, a bit of a shuffling until he pushed them down till his knees, to pull himself free from his boxers. Lifting your dress with one hand and aligning his hot cock head with your entrance with the other shouldn’t have been this hot in this situation, but you couldn’t help it.  

‘Tom?’ Your voice was weak and impatient, when you didn’t feel the immediate fullness, you were expecting but only the delicious stretch at your entrance. He stopped.  

‘Ask for it, darling. You made me walk around with a hard cock all night, this is the least you could do to make it fair.’ 

The frustrated moan didn’t help, nor the almost inaudible please. ‘You know you can act like a little brat, and I could always just jerk off like this and leave you frustrated, so you better think about your next words carefully.’ With his words a sharp slap cut through the silence of the small space followed with your whimper when he slapped your ass a bit roughly.  

‘Tom, please.’ You tried, but already knew it won’t cut it. He tsked with his tongue, which didn’t mean any good for you, mostly when you felt his hand slowly moving starting to gently stroke his own cock.  

‘Last chance, baby girl.’ He warned and gave you another slap, his hand not speeding up yet.  

The last nick name seemed to wash away all of your remaining resistance, getting the obedient little sub out of you.  

‘Please, fuck me.’ Your words were so fast it was a miracle he heard them correctly.  

‘What is it?’ Tom teased, leaning closer to your seemingly to hear better, pushing his thick cock half-way in during the process.  

‘Please fuck me, please I need your cock!’ The words fumbled over your lips like prayer now, a shudder running down on your spine making you twitch around his cock.  

‘Look at you. You must be so desperate.’ Along with the soft, slow purr he finally pushed into you fully inch by inch. The mewl you made was primal, finally feeling the fullness and weight of his cock inside of you. 

‘Open up!’ It threw you off for a minute, but there was no time to think about it when he tapped on your lip, and something lace like touched them too. Tom stuffed your panties into your mouth without hesitation. 

Your eyes rolled back, any of your previous resistance thrown out of the window, melting into Tom’s touch, as he fucked into you. He didn’t start slow, knowing your body enough by now, to be sure you could take it. He did slow down tho after a few minutes, to pull you closer, to pepper sweet kisses onto your neck, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. ‘Such a good girl for me.’ Tom cooed and bit your earlobe, before letting you go and starting to thrust hard and fast again.  

With your sounds muffled by your panties, lips and jaw stretching around them, eyes shut as you got lost in your pleasure, until you felt your high approaching. Your fingers left the selves which were warm under your palms now, to tap in his wrist twice.  

‘Oh, baby girl, look how good you can be. Are you there? Are you asking for my permission?’ His words were surprisingly coherent compared to the state he was. You felt his thrust becoming sloppy, his grip on your body tightening, his pants and moans becoming more breathy, he was also close.  

The answer for his question was a frantic nodding and a desperate cry trying to hold it.  

‘Good girl. You can come on my command when I hit zero.’  With that Tom started to count down from ten, making it almost the longest ten seconds of your life because he didn’t slow down, he was taking you with the same strength and speed as before, making it especially hard for you to hold back your orgasm. Now you were grateful for the small ruined piece of fabric in your mouth to hold back your desperate cries, moans and whimpers, because you were on the edge, your whole body shaking during those ten seconds.  

‘One, almost there.’ Tom’s voice was equally breathless and wretched. ‘Zero. Come baby girl, come on my cock. Come on.’  

To the permission and encouragement, you started coming immediately without even fully registering it. It took a few seconds to really reach your peak. Your mouth opened to a silent O while your body shook and convulsed under the force of your orgasm. The small, wet hole tightening around Tom and the unmistakable signs of your orgasm pushed him over too, his cock twitching and oozing his thick, warm cum into you.  

When it was over, he pulled out carefully, being aware of just how sensitive he made you. The small kisses on your shoulders sending shudders down on your arms, your eyes still closed, enjoying his closeness. He took your panties out of your mouth reaching down to use them to clean your thighs a little.  

‘Did you enjoy it?’ He asked, his lips finally finding yours for a soft, loving kiss. ‘This is what you had in mind?’ 

‘Yeah, yeah thank you.’  

‘Good, because otherwise you would be so punished at home for sticking this into my pocket. I was so fucking hard all night, darling.’ Tom softly schooled you while he turned you around trying to re arrange the both of you to a presentable state.  

‘I know and it got me so wet.’ Your tired giggle was an obvious sign of your satisfied state.  

‘Yeah?’ Tom looked at you with amusement. ‘Good, because you will wear a fresh pair now, right? And I know I’ll get hard again eventually, because you are running around with my cum in your pussy eventually dripping out of you and leaving a visible wet patch on your panties with all these very important people around us.’ As he talked you pulled out that fresh pair from your purse, he helped you to put it on, his fingers pressing the material to your entrance firmly. ‘Let’s go and enjoy the party while my hands are out of my pocket.’ 

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[anxious-changeling]

GN Witch!Reader x Familiar!Crusaders (-Joseph)

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Avdol

His animal form is a Partridge Rock Chicken!

The only traits he carries from his animal form is small feathers dusting his cheekbones!

You met him while you were walking around Cairo and just happened to feel a pull towards a curtained area.

Following the pull you found yourself in front of a fortune tellers booth, a beautiful man seated behind a table.

With a kind smile he welcomed you to sit and have your fortune read, you could almost feel the electricity crackle in the air.

When he grabbed your hand it felt like lightning had struck you. You knew what he was and he knew what you were. A witch and an unbound familiar staring into one another eyes.

Still he amused you with a palm reading reading of coming good fortune and a lifetime of happiness. With a hint of mischief coloring his voice while saying the latter.

You proposed him the idea of him becoming your familiar to which he agreed after some bargaining. Such as what days he would be employed and what he could and couldn’t do!

He told you of his previous witch, a cruel woman named Enyaba, who would clip his wings so he couldn’t fly. A sad fate for such a beautiful bird.

In his chicken form he’s very cuddly and makes adorable cooing noises when you pet him.

He looks so cute when he falls asleep on your lap as you read from a grimoire you recently bought. Burrowing deeper into your warmth subconsciously as you idly fun your hand over his feathers.

He’s the perfect familiar and the perfect partner, attentive to your every need and attuned to your aura!

He’ll be your loving guardian against any spirits that may try to target you! Beings with malicious intent don’t stand a chance against him!

He specializes in fire magic and reading the auras of the world! Making him perfect for monitoring potions that are volatile!

He likes to show you all the little designs he can make with his fire magic. He loves even more the look of your face illuminated by his flames~

Has a fire elemental he calls Magicians Red that likes to follow him around! Going as far to take orders from him.

Once Magicians Red grows to like you it’ll lean down to let you sift your fingers through it soft head feathers!

Fully expect MR to join you and Avdol to cuddle! Personal furnace right there! Great in winter, intolerable in summer.

Polnareff

His animal form is a Stoat!

Carries his ears and tail from his animal form into his human form! When his hair is down it’s easier to see his ears since they aren’t covered up!

You met Polnareff while sitting in a local cafe, where he had approached you boldly to flirt. When he grabbed your hand to plant a kiss on the back, spark flew.

You could only stare in shock at one another before he grinned largely in joy! An unbound familiar finding a witch, what a lucky day!

You sat in the cafe for hours learning about one another, and eventually you extended the offer for him to become your familiar!

He accepted enthusiastically and thus you set off on your adventures!

He had a previous witch who he was bound to, known as Mariah, but she passed leaving him unbound for a long time.

He’s just as playful in his animal form as he is in human form, and enjoys rough housing with you! He likes to be tossed in the air and caught!

Likes pull pranks by hiding under furniture and farting out to nip at your ankles as you pass!

He enjoys being in contact with you someway, whether it be an arm over your shoulder or his head in your lap.

If you’ve been over working yourself on a potion he’ll whine loudly demanding your attention. He wants your attention but also knows you need a break.

He specializes in earth magic and spell casting! He is a vital help during long spell casting sessions as he helps balance you.

He’s a very affectionate and kind partner making sure to never overstep your boundaries!

Beware anything that sets its eyes upon you with malicious intent because he’ll make sure to tear them asunder.

Has a metal Gollum named Silver Chariot bound to him and it follows him everywhere, silently like a shadow.

Chariots emotions compared to humans is very muted, but if he feels affection for you he will hold onto you.

Chariot shows his affection through gifts and will often present you with flowers he’s found!

You make his bonded one happy which makes him happy! It also helps you’re kinda to him and give him gifts too! He cherishes every treasure you’ve gifted him!

Jotaro

His animal form is a Moray Eel! He’s also quite large for his species coming in at 6 feet long!

The traits he carries from his animal form are that his teeth are sharper than normal!

You met Jotaro while lazing in a secluded cove soaking in the sun. Charging a few crystals for an upcoming major spell.

You barely heard him enter but you did feel when he passed your rune barrier.

You had expected to see maybe a minor demon or a pixie, but not a hulking man who’s cold glare pierced you.

You both exchanged words as the adrenaline wore out, and you just waved him off so you could enjoy the sun without him.

He scoffed shouldering you as he walked past, electricity ran through you both. Like a live wire had hit your skin.

To be an unbound familiar this close to a witch could be dangerous when caught off guard in a secluded area.

So when Jotaro whirled around to bare his teeth at you, he was surprised to find you moving to sit back down. Didn’t you want to enslave him to you?

After a few hours of coexisting on the beach you break the ice asking questions. Sometimes he’d grunt in response or answer in rambling sentences. What an enigmatic creature.

You learned that his last witch had been a hideous woman named Midler. He had been wandering unbound for many years, ignoring every witch who begged to become bound to him.

Humming you told him that your homes open to him and left your address on the sands as you left for home. Faintly feeling blue eyes drilling into your retreating form.

Weeks later as you sat slouched over a grimoire taking notes, you heard someone pounding on your door.

When you answered the door you found yourself face to face with none other than Jotaro.

After sitting him down and going through the motions of being a host you began to talk.

He laid out his demands, days he could and couldn’t fulfill his duties, and his boundaries. You beamed at him while signing the contract agreeing to your partnership, kick starting a wonderful future!

It took a bit for mutual comfort to happen but in the end it’s well worth the wait!

Jotaro compliments your spellcasting style and is an excellent potion making assistant! Both of you taking your craft very seriously.

When your relationship takes a slow turn to partnership neither of you are surprised!

Jotaro isn’t much for outward displays but he does like to show his appreciation through gifts. He’ll drop a new griomoire he acquired in you lap saying it was an “accidental buy”.

If you’re sick he’ll call up his mother to get her soup recipes. He’ll complain as he does but you know he really doesn’t mind it.

He specializes in water magic and energy manipulation making it easier for him to control volatile spells! He’s also very proficient in drawing spell circles with near perfect precision!

Has a minor water deity named Star Platinum that always follows him around much to his annoyance.

While Jotaro isn’t affectionate Star very much is and makes up for Jotaro in that aspect!

Star will twirl you around gleefully and enjoys hanging off of you as you read or spell cast!

Both Jotaro and Star would tear apart the world with their bare hands to ensure your safety.

Kakyoin

His animal form is a Orchid Mantis!

He doesn’t retain any traits of his animal form in human form except for some pink dusted here and there!

You first met Kakyoin at your local library as you scoured the shelves for your favorite book.

As you went to grab the book a slender hand grabbed it first. Silently huffing you turned to swear at the thief but found yourself face to face with an interesting man.

He already started to walk away but you felt something pulling at your gut to stop him.

As you grabbed his wrist you felt electricity hum through you and his pupils expanded in surprise.

He tugged his hand out of your grasp and took long strides to the check out and out the door.

Well that’s one way to make an impression on a witch. You by instinct wanted to race after him but your gut anchored your feet as you watched him flee.

You didn’t run into him for many months, a careful unbound familiar who had no doubt been mistreated in the past.

You didn’t actively seek him out but it seemed that fate put its back into dragging you two together.

You found the strange man at your door one morning bloody and bruised badly. Hauling his lanky form onto your couch you got to work fixing him up.

Spell after spell you cast and even eased mild healing potions down his throat. Now all left to do was wait, so that’s what you did.

Curled up on your armchair with the newest grimoire to your collect you began reading. It took him a few hours but finally he began to stir.

He looked defensive as his purple eyes scanned your living room. Eyeing you warily as you slowly stretched from your arm chair.

As you explained what had happened and how you treated him the calmer he became. He also explained he just came to the closest house after he was attacked. A low level demon having gotten the jump on him as he slept.

You happily welcomed him to stay in your heavily warded home, which is near impossible to break into. He hesitantly took your offer and so began your journey with your new roommate!

It took months of tip toeing around one another before he finally approached you with a deal. Very clearly and sternly laying out his boundaries and expectations.

You gladly welcome his into the bond, celebrating by making a nice meal! After many years you finally had a familiar!

He helps a lot to cover the areas you lack in and help mishaps before they happen! If one side of the spell isn’t reinforced he’s there working on it! Making sure it won’t backfire in your face!

In his mantis form Kakyoin is content in just punching on you as you go about doing what you need to! He doesn’t enjoy touch as much as others but enjoys your warmth!

Enjoys looking at the outside world from his smaller perspective, behind glass and wards of course can’t have a bird snatching him!

It takes a while for Kakyoin to allow himself to court you and at first he’s very cautious. Aware of your ever movement, but as he get more comfortable he opens up more!

He enjoys holding hands with you and resting his head in your lap as you read or watch tv.

Enjoys baking for you because he’s a horrible cook. He enjoys making a great variety of desserts and you are his personal taste tester!

If you become sick he’ll show how he can make a mean chicken noodle soup from scratch. The only dish he can’t mess up when cooking!

Is a helicopter partner when you’re sick, worried if he takes his eyes off of you he’ll miss something!

He specializes in air magic and has a keen eye for plant identification! Making him useful very useful when you go foraging!

Has a bonded nature spirit named Hierophant Green that follows him wherever he goes. They’re very attached to one another.

Hierophant will be very wary of you for a long time, but as he sees that you treat Kakyoin well it’ll win his favor.

Once Hierophant becomes attached there’s letting go, he’ll follow you everywhere demanding pets.

He lets off a strangely high pitched purr when you pet him and wraps around you protectively at home.

Hierophant and Kakyoin would sacrifice the whole universe to make sure you stay safe.

Holy shit that’s.. long. We hope you enjoyed and we bid you a good morning/afternoon/evening! A lot of love went into this piece :D

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[1800-omi]

death’s bride.

characters: sukuna x f! reader

warnings/genre: angst, yn pov, abuse, some intrusive thoughts (?), choking, just sukuna being a toxic asshole

wc: 1.6k

prompt: “will you be mine?” He then pressed the blade deeper into my throat and asked, “will you be death’s bride?” and i stared back into his eyes and whispered, “yes.” (except i made some lil edits)

notes: bitches say theyre not sluts until sukuna comes up, i’m bitches

Being the eldest daughter, I always knew my responsibilities; Look after the younger kids, help mother with the chores, cook, et cetera. My family was never as privileged financially as other families in our town but we cared for each other, or at least that’s what I thought.

A couple of nights ago I overheard my parents talking about my father being in some sort of debt with someone really powerful, I don’t remember much from that night, what I do remember though is the fear in my father’s voice when he talked about this person. The next thing I knew, my mother was explaining to me how they’re going to have me get married to this man in order to pay my father’s debt. I am not sure how I felt about this at the time, I don’t think it matters anymore, I’m doing this for my family.

Right now, I’m alone in a carriage on the way to my husband’s home. I didn’t get to exchange a word with the coachman of the carriage and the windows are covered by curtains from the outside, I have no idea where this place is. This is definitely not how I had imagined my marriage would play out, but I guess it’s too late to lose all hope– maybe this man who I’m now going to call my husband is kind, generous, and honest. Maybe he will truly love me. My childhood dreams of finding real love are not shattered yet. I close my eyes thinking about my now-husband, slowly drifting away in a comfortable sleep.

I wake up to the coachman gently shaking my shoulder, his face is hidden under a mask. Once he sees I have awakened he quickly takes his hand off me as if he wasn’t supposed to be touching me in the first place.

“We have arrived.” He announces before getting off the carriage. “This will now be your new home.”

I slowly get out of the carriage and look at the huge mansion in front of me. This place radiates such a dark aura, and the mist of the early morning doesn’t give make it better.

I turn to the coachman, “Thank you.” He doesn’t reply, at first I’m not sure whether he heard me or not but I do not repeat myself. Instead, I walk towards the entrance where 2 maids seem to be waiting for me. For some reason, these maids are also wearing the same type of masks the coachman was wearing.

Upon walking inside my new home, I can’t help but look around at every detail of the place – from the marble floor to the murals on the ceiling. This place is gorgeous and so different from what I’m used to. Eventually, I’m lead to a huge bedroom to which the maids tell me is mine.

“Aren’t me and my husband going to be sleeping in the same room?” I ask only to receive what I assume to be a stare and no answer. After a few seconds of silence, they continue to tell me that my husband has invited me for dinner tonight and that the clothes I’m expected to wear are in the closet and they exit. I’m being invited to dinner in my own house, it’s weird to think about. Does this mean I won’t be having dinner with him every day? I have so many questions but no one willing to answer them. All I have left to do now is wait for dinner time to come into this room, which I was advised earlier not to exit.

I spend my day reading some of the books that were already on the shelves of my room and looking outside from the long and thin windows. I wonder what’s the reason for the shape of the windows, it’s almost as if they were made so that people could escape from them... No, that can’t be it. No one would feel the need to escape from here. The windows’ shape was probably a stylistic choice. Maybe my husband is a stylish person?

I look at the huge clock by the wall, I should start getting ready, it’s almost time. I open the closet and find a beautiful red dress in it, I take off my other clothes and carefully put it on. I don’t think I’ve ever worn clothes this soft, this dress must have been expensive. I never thought I would one day be looking at myself in the mirror and be wearing such luxurious clothes. I open the jewelry box on the shelf and pick out a necklace and put it on. Yes, this is it, he’ll love it. Now all that’s left to do is sit and wait.

Ultimately, one of the maids comes by to let me know they’ll be taking me to the dinner. My heart is beating quickly and I have a weird feeling in my stomach, I’m feeling a mix of stress and excitement. I’m finally going to meet the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with.

I get led into another very big room, this one has a big table in the middle of it along with many chairs. The maids tell me where to sit and instruct me on what I should do once their master enters the room.

While waiting, my stress can’t help but grow, I lightly tap my finger against the table until I hear the grand doors open. I immediately turn my gaze towards them to see a tall man in a light-colored kimono with a black edge. The kimono wasn’t the only thing standing out, this man also has some unique markings on his forehead, cheeks, and nose, I wonder if he has them around his body too. I quickly remember what the maids have told me and I bow to him. He doesn’t say a word and neither do I since I’ve been told not to speak unless spoken to. I hear his footsteps while I’m still bowing, is he approaching me? My heart speeds up as he puts his hand under my chin and lifts it, making me look at him. He looks down at me with his red eyes, meanwhile, I notice he’s got some markings on his wrists as well.

“Hm,” he finally speaks up, “you’re rather pretty, just like I’ve been told.” His voice is deep and husky, and quite scary if you ask me. “What is your name?” He asks.

“YN.”

“Hm, pretty name as well. Great, I won’t have to change it then.” Change it? If he didn’t like my name he would’ve just changed it?

His hand slowly went from holding my chin to being wrapped around my throat, making me gasp.

He then stared straight at my eyes, as he said, “will you be mine, YN?” He then tightened the grip around my throat and asked, “will you be death’s bride?” and I stared back into his devilish eyes and whispered, “yes.”

“Good.” He whispered back and smirked, holding my throat for a few more moments. Eventually, he lets go of my throat, in response to which I take deep breaths and continue to gasp for air. Is this what I’ll be going through every day? He ignores my struggling and takes a seat before starting to eat.

“Quit exaggerating, it wasn’t that bad.” He ordered and I eventually calmed down, before sitting back in my place. I look at the food in front of me and slowly start eating, choosing to ignore what just happened. Maybe there is some good in the man I still haven’t seen.

“Did anyone say you could start eating?” He asked, making me freeze. He lets out a sigh before continuing, “I’ll give you a pass since it’s your first time. But I don’t want to see you making the same mistakes anymore or there will be consequences.”

I look at him in the eyes, “What consequences, my lord?” It probably wasn’t a good idea to ask him that, it probably isn’t a good idea to talk to him at all.

He grins at me before letting out a laugh, “You’ll join the other wives.”

Chills are sent down my spine by his response. Other? There are others? Or at least there were. Just how many other women did this man abuse? Most importantly what happened to them? All I am left to do is wonder since I doubt anyone will be willing to tell me about them. How did I end up here?

“Oh, you can leave now.” He speaks up again. I look at him, confused. “I have nothing else to say to you, you can leave.” He explains. He won’t even let me finish my dinner, but a part of me is thankful I don’t have to spend another minute in his presence. I get up and take a bow again before leaving the dining room. I ignore the maids and swiftly walk to my room by myself. After closing the door behind me I lay on the bed as tears start rolling down my cheeks. I can’t believe this is my life now, if he was capable of doing that the first time I met him, what will he be doing to be in the future? I am never going to be enough for this man. If his other wives weren't enough, nor am I. This can’t be happening! What have I done to deserve this? Do I have to live the rest of my life scared of this man? This man I’m now supposed to call my husband? I sob lightly and try to wipe my tears. I close my eyes trying to fall asleep, part of me hoping I won’t wake up again. The sleep I fall into that night was so different from the one I had back in the carriage. In that one, I dreamt of meeting someone with whom I’ll be happy, someone who’ll truly love me, in this sleep I see nothing but nightmares.

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[remakethestars]

CABIN 7 — APOLLO

Headcanons.

❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞

— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive

Headcanon masterlist.

Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁

Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument. 

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?

They run an underground tattoo parlor.

That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.

Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.

Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.

🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶

The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).

The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).

When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.

The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.

Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!

There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.) 

Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.

I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.

I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.

And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.

Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?

Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.

They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.

Fun Band-Aids™

They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.

I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!

After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.

Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels. 

The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons. 

Kind of germophobic?

They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.

In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.

The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.

They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them. 

Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.

A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.

They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.

They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.

Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).

Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.

Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.

They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.

Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.

Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down. 

The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶

The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.

The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.

They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.

Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.

There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy. 

There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.

Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.

Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.

There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.

The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)

Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.

There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.

I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.

The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though. 

🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶

Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises. 

A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.

Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.

Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.

So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.

I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.

They break into song all the time.

Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶

As mentioned in at least The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.

They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.

🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶

Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously). 

It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.

Rickrolling. 

The “Macarena.” 

Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.

There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.

A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural. 

Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video. 

It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football. 

C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall. 

The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.

They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught. 

Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.

There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.

C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs. 

It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.

Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!” 

It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.

They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.

That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.

The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.

And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc. 

Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.

I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.

The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.

I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.

A lot of them wear bracers all the time.

When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.

Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.

And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.

Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.

Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.

Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…

That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”

There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.

A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.

Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair. 

Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.

Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters. 

They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux. 

Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point. 

While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.

Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t. 

But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.

And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.

C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth). 

The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can. 

They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.

You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?

This one's really long. 😅

A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎

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Drastic Measures- Part 5

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Sweater~

Shoves romance to the side and shoves friendship in your face!!!

Ao3

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“Marinette,” Adrien whines as she opens the curtain the second they get back, “Sleep,”

“Just a minute, I want to design Damian something,” Marinette takes up residence at the desk, throwing open her sketchbook, “I will be friends with him!”

“Wasn't he kind of a jerk to you?” Adrien flops onto the bed, Plagg rig after him, "I think we should go back to that point, maybe sleep on it,"

“You were a jerk too~” Marinette sing-songs finishing up a rough sketch of a sweater.

“I was trying to get the gum off your seat!” Adrien slams his hands down.

“Sure you were~”

“Mariiiiiii,” Adrien collapses back into the bed covers, muffling his whining.

“Come on you,” Marinette collects her sketchbook, “Come get material with me,”

“No, it’s time to sleep,”

“It’s midday,”

“Your point?”

"Ok, Plagg 2.0 should I get you some camembert while I'm out too?"

"I'm up!" Adrien sits bolt upright, "Never call me that again,"

Marinette ends up dragging Adrien out of the mansion he pouts as Alfred delivers them into the city she thanks him profusely.

“We were just in the city why didn’t you pick up fabric then?” Adrien walks by her side down the street.

“Because I’m stuck between 2 concepts and I need to see the fabric before going forward,” Marinette bounces along looking through the windows there are quite a few craft shops in the area which suits her just fine.

“Please don’t run off,” Adrien gently holds her sleeve, “Marinette this city…”

“It’s filled with a dark energy,” Marinette agrees, even in this nicer area had something ominous hanging over it, “It’s like it’s seeped into the city’s very bones,”

“And the Akuma aren’t helping things,” A child across the street starts crying and they both instinctively lookout.

“On the plus side at least hawkmoth doesn't send Akuma after every little thing,” Marinette forces herself to relax, moving on as the kids parents comfort them.

“On the downside, he sends them after emotions that are a lot worse,” Adrien follows along into a store as Marinette filters through the shelves.

“Maybe but we can handle this,” Marinette absent-mindedly raises her fist, meeting Adreins, “Do you think I should make something for everyone, you know as a thank you?”

“I haven't gotten them anything,” Adrien takes the armful of fabric Marinette passes him as she brings out her sketchbook to select old designs.

“I’ll handle the making,” Marinette ticks off a vest she thinks with be perfect for Bruce, “And you handle the finances,”

“I stole my father's credit card,” Adrien says with a grin, “He’ll probably find out where I am soon anyway so might as well start using it,”

“In that case,” Marinette pulls out a roll of incredibly expensive fabric, “We also need new phones,”

“And we should go out for lunch,”

“Get our hair done?” Marinette adds, looking at her half hacked off hair “I still need to fix mine from this,”

“I was thinking our room could use a chair?”

“And the bookshelf is looking a bit empty,”

“A nice expensive rug would really liven up the room,”

“Would it be completely inappropriate to get a motorcycle?”

“Yes,” Adrien agrees, “Let's do it,”

They stop to get new phones first, having destroyed their old ones when they ran away. Adrien finds the most expensive restaurant in town, but it's on the far end so they stop to get a motorcycle first.

“I didn’t know you could ride,” Adrien gestures for the waiter in their private room, “Yes can I please have the duck?”

“My Nona taught me,” Marinette sips at the most expensive drink she can legally buy, “I thought you hated duck?”

“Oh I do,” Adrien grins, which drops when his phone starts ringing, “How did he even get this number?”

Marinette looks over his shoulder to see Gabriel trying to call. Adrien purposefully hangs up rolling his eyes.

“We should go do our hair next,” Adrien leans over the table with a manic grin, ”I was thinking of dying it hot pink,”

“Love the concept,” Marinette cringes at the very thought, “But the execution is flawed, you need to dye it a color you actually like not one just to spite your father otherwise he's still just controlling your life, just in a different way,”

“You're right,” Adrien sighs leaning back examining his blonde locks, “What do you think?”

“A nice pastel or cherry blossom pink would look amazing,” Adrien perks up at the suggestion he can still keep the pink, “Actually I might do that too- oh wait! Will that affect our transformation?”

“Not unless you really want to deep down,” Tikki explains, her and Plagg gorging themselves on expensive cheese and treats.

“Well deep down I really don't want to give away our identities like this,”

“It’s a plan then,” Adrien smiles, “Now do you want to order anything else?”

“Thanks but I’m full,”

“What's that got to do with anything?”

 ---

 “Looks great Nette,” Adrien gives her a side hug, the hairdresser shooing him away while he does the final touch-ups.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?” Marinette smiles at the new and improved shock of pink hair.

“Well obviously I look fabulous, but you look great too,” Marinette rolls her eyes at him looking back in the mirror. Instead of evening out her hair, they had made it look like her little episode was actually intentional giving it nice layers and even doing an undercut on the other side. Unlike Adrien, she didn't go all pink, instead the tips being white ombre up to pink and then her natural hair color.

“Thanks, you have to send a picture of your hair to Nino he's more invested in your teenage rebellion than you are, he’s probably also hurt you left him out of the running away part,”

“He has suggested, more than once, running away together,”

“Why what's wrong with Nino's family?”

“Nothing at all,” Adrien quickly covers, “I think he just really wanted me to run away, his mum offered to pack us lunches,”

“Well, maybe we could have used the turtle,” Marinette sighs, “But I could do that to Nino, you already had to leave Kagami behind, have you given her a call yet?”

“Oh um, about that-" Adrien points at her tapping his chin thoughtfully, "Never mention it again,”

“Adrien,” Marinette scowls, “Call your girlfriend,”

“She’ll kill me,” Adrien hides partly behind a seat looking meek, “Also you don't get to lecture me, you haven't called your parents,”

“That's different,” Marinette groans sinking into the seat, only to get told off for moving, “They’ll want me to come home, how am I supposed to explain that I can’t,”

“They’re your parents,” Adrien stresses, “I’m sure they’ll be happy enough to know your ok,”

“Maybe,” Marinette hums, the cloth being removed from her shoulders letting her get up, “I just feel so bad for putting them through this,”

“Maybe one day they’ll understand,” Adrien walks with her to the front to pay.

“Maybe,” Marinette looks down at the bill, “Wow this is a lot more expensive than the usual dye job,”

Made sense because they were in the higher income distinct of the city.

“Why Marinette,” Adrien grins swiping the card, “That's the point,”

Ten minutes later they were laughing as calls kept pouring in one after the other. They are only interrupted when they get the distinct feeling of an Akuma.

“Duty calls,” Adrien sighs putting his phone on silent.

“Seems so, at least we can call out skills multiple times," Marinette walks casually into an alley with him, “What are you up to?”

“About three,” Adrien shrugs transforming, “It takes about double the time for the transformation to drop now,”

“Same, wish I could say that gives us the edge but really it only keeps us from falling off the cliff,” Marinette also transforms, her new costume bringing a smile to her face.

“How eloquent my lady,” Marinette playfully pushes him, Chat catches himself catapulting over the building, she quickly follows behind.

The Akuma is standard, Marinette guesses the akumatized item is the wrist watch. The problem comes with their recurring thorn in her side.

“Ladybug-”

“Get out of the city,” She cuts Batman off, “Yeah, yeah let us handle this first,”

Marinette throws her yoyo out just in time to deflect an attack headed at Chat.

“Do you need any help?” Robin asks, Marinette smiles, partly at the aghast face Batman makes.

“Do you think you could tag-team it with me?” She asks formulating a plan, with the extra help she might not need the lucky charm, “Make your attacks big and draw his attention, grab the wristwatch if you can,”

“On it,” Robin gives her a nod jumping into the fray, Ladybug doesn't give batman a chance to object running after.

Robin does a good job they work in perfect sync falling back when the other moves to make an attack. When the Akuma focuses on them too much Chat swoops in and gets their attention giving them the chance to swipe at the wristwatch. It goes on she sees Robin get thrown back after another failed swipe at the wristwatch. Ladybug takes the chance to move forward grabbing for the wrist, she isn't watching out for the other arm, the impact hitting and sending her flying back.

“I got you,” Her momentum is stopped by a hand bracing at her back, saving her from crashing into the adjacent building.

“Thanks, Robin,” He helps steady her as she finds her footing again, “I’ll move in you follow me up,”

“No need,” He smirks brandishing the watch.

“You did it,” Ladybug beams, taking the watch and smashing it to the ground, “Great job!”

“Ah, thanks,” Ladybug doesn't pay attention to how Robin brushes, focusing on purifying the Akuma and fixing the damage.

“We made a pretty good team,” Ladybug turns to Robin when everything is settled, “Pound it,”

Robin meets her fist with some hesitance, which disappears when she smiles at him again.

“Ladybug!” Batman yells heading their way.

“Ops sorry,” Ladybug cringes, “Sorry! Cant stop gotta go, bye bye!”

They run from the scene faster than Batman can hope to catch them. They end up back at her newly brought bike stacked with fabric and protected by a bit of luck. Marinette races home to make everyone's gifts, knowing just who she wanted to start with.

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 “There you are!” Marinette exclaims, having spent the past half hour searching the manor for him.

“What do you want?” Damian snaps as if he wasn't just playing with the cat on the floor half a second ago.

“Nothing, I made something for you~” He continues to scowl but Marinette doesn't let it discourage her, “Here, I didn’t know your size so I made a baggier style, do you like it?”

Damian takes the sweater holding it up to where she put it on him looking down a little shocked. Marinette almost wants to laugh at the expressions trying to shift back from awe to disinterest, it’s cute. She smiles wondering what his face would look like if she made a matching one for the cat, and maybe Titus too.

“.... It’s well made,” Damian eventually allows, folding it over his arm, Marinette notices how his fingers linger on the soft fabric.

“Good to know,” She smiles, bidding him goodbye before the moment can be ruined. She bounces down the hall humming to herself.

“Someone's happy,” Tikki flies out of her bag.

“He liked it, why wouldn't I be happy?”

“Someones really happy,”

“Stop it Tikki,” Marinette giggles, making the kwami laugh in turn.

“Just like adrien~” Tikki sing songs floating down the hall ahead of her.

“Well then, keep Kagami far away from this one,”

“Don’t turn into a stuttering mess and we have a deal,” Tikki agrees.

“Please Tikki I’m not thirteen anymore,” Marinette brushes her off, ready to go make the others gifts, if she spent the whole time humming to herself Tikki wasn't going to explain why to Adrien.

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Taglist? nope don’t have one, horrible at keeping track of them sorry~

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug fic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #ml fic #ML #MLB #Marinette #miraculous marinette #badass marinette #maribat #daminette

[megthemewlingquim]

This Is Your Wilderness

Summary: You learn new things about the world you have entered, both the easy way and the harder way.

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Warnings: foul language (it’s a given for Adam), violence, angst

A/N: This is for @just-the-hiddles 's 3500 Follower Writing Challenge! The prompt was Bliss: A shot of pure, self-indulgent euphoria! A scent that is very, very wicked in its own way: the serotonin-slathered scent of pure milk chocolate. This turned out to be much more angsty than I expected, and you can thank @empower-bi-women​ for that little nudge. This is also an AU where Ian never died.

“Adam, don’t be so paranoid. No one has come around for ages.”

The tall, dark figure at the window sighs. His fingers had only moved the curtain for a second, and he had peeked out and looked down, but now he shifts, lets the curtain fall again. His eyes glint in the dim lighting, and they seem black. “Yeah, but I’m still worried,” he mumbles.

“I could try and get them to stay away,” you say lightly, a suggestion you know will fail tremendously. “Say it’s all fake, what with you and your reclusiveness.” You fiddle with a chess piece, a white rook, in your right hand, glancing back up at Adam. “It’s no trouble.”

“You’re the only zombie I trust now, you know that.” Adam moves back over to where you sit cross-legged on the floor. “You’re all I have. I’ll be damned if I let you go out there alone.”

He sits back down across from you, eyeing his own black chess pieces. Currently, he is down two pawns. “Besides, if the Others find out about you, they’ll… fuck, they’ll kill you. They’d kill you and leave me alone. Because they’d want me to suffer.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. Adam never speaks about the “Others” — at least, never more than a mention of the name.

“Why?” you ask. “Why would they want that?”

“Because I don’t care about their fucking wars. The zombies cause enough trouble as it is. When the vampires and werewolves started their clans, I was not there to join them. I was... I was actually trying to settle down with someone.”

“That’s why you’re in hiding? Because you love?”

“I love, yes. I love and I care and I don’t just survive. This isn’t the goddamn 14th century anymore. I don’t just drink someone and throw their body in a ditch. I get my blood from hospitals. That is if it isn’t fucking... contaminated.” Adam winces. “That’s how Marlowe died.”

“Wait, who’s Marlowe?” you ask. “Was he a friend of yours? Another vampire like yourself?”

He smiles, an amused hum leaving him. “Yeah, he was a friend. Eve knew him longer than I did but we were friends. He was a visionary, an absolute genius. He wrote most of Shakespeare’s plays, y’know.”

You have to take a second to process this, and another to make the timeline match up. “You don’t mean the Christopher Marlowe?”

“He was one of Shakespeare’s biggest influences... and one of Shakespeare's real writers.” Adam smiles. “He really died a couple of years ago. Blood poisoning from a French hospital.”

“Is that why you only use me for your blood?” you ask softly. He nods. You look down, realizing the severity of it all. “So no drugs, huh?” you ask jokingly.

He laughs, a small amused chuckle. “Yeah, no. Drugs... if you’re still helping me out, are off limits. The occasional coffee is okay.”

“‘S okay with me.” You shrug. “As long as you stay safe.”

“And I can say the same to you,” Adam says, coming back over to sit beside you. He brings you close, resting his chin on your head and cuddling you from behind. “All I’d ever want is for you to be safe. Which is why I can’t have you talking to the Others... or anyone who might know them. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I do.”

After a long pause, you perk up.

“We should go to the store.” You glance at the electric clock, which reads 1:43 AM. “I’m sure some convenience stores are open. Do you need anything?”

“You ask me that every time we go,” Adam mumbles amiably. “I don’t need anything, no, but I’ll go with you if you want.”

And so you go.

All you get at the end of the trip is a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, and some milk chocolate bars (an essential in your opinion). 

“I’ll go for my actual shopping tomorrow,” you say, getting the gallon out of the freezer. 

The air is cold all through the tiny store, and the surprisingly satisfying scent of beer cooler is all around you. Adam wears his sunglasses and gloves, and looks around the shelves. He has nothing in his hands.

He glances at you. “Okay,” he says hesitantly, standing quite rigidly.

When you step up to the counter, the cashier looks suspiciously at Adam, who stands behind you, looking at a beer bottle: it has a tiny little Dracula on it. He is reading the flavor: blood orange.

It seems like the cashier had not heard the two of you talking, but had only seen you look at each other.

“Is this man here, uh, bothering you, miss?” he whispers.

You do not see it, but Adam’s head lifts, just a little.

“N-no,” you say, trying to make your voice as firm as possible. “No, I’m with him, actually.”

The cashier nods. “Uh huh,” he had said, not sounding convinced at all.

Adam comes up to accompany you at the register. Even through his glasses, you can see that his gaze is piercing. “She’s with me. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to leave.”

Maybe it’s something about Adam’s gaze or his dark tone: the cashier looks slightly worried, but he does what he was told. In a few seconds, you are out, Adam following closely behind you.

“Don’t want anyone coming close to my girl,” he mutters, his breath steaming in the crisp air. “Even if he means well. We’re out in the open now. And I can’t take any chances.”

Without saying anything in response, you both make it into Adam’s car, your little plastic bag sitting peacefully near your legs. Adam turns the key and the car rumbles to a start, and he is just about to shift into drive when he looks up.

He freezes, nostrils flaring in anger. His grip on the shift tightens, and your eyes go from his gloved hand to the dashboard, to see what he sees.

As if on cue...

There are three middle aged men in front of the car, almost completely shrouded by the darkness. The sides of their faces are lit up from the left by the white light of the store’s inside.

Their eyes seem black, and their faces are deathly pale.

“Stay in the car,” Adam hisses, his voice dark and angry.

“Adam—” you try to protest.

“Stay. In. The fucking. Car.” Adam’s teeth are gritted, and his voice gets even angrier, if that’s possible, but he never takes his eyes off of the three men in front of you.

“Wh-what are they going to do? Wh-wh-who are they?” you ask, stammering.

“Lock the doors,” is all he says.

He takes the key out of the ignition. The car stops its rumbling. He opens his driver door and steps out, placing the key in his back jean pocket. He shuts the door behind him.

“Adam!” you whisper, knowing he can still hear you. “Adam, get back here! We can just drive away.”

You see him mouth something: No.

You lock the doors.

Your ears are unable to pick up what they all say: but I will fill in the details.

One of the men steps forward, his white teeth showing in a sickly sweet smile. “Adam,” he says, welcoming in tone. “It’s been a while. When was it we last saw each other, hmm? 1805?”

“Walter… Henry… Jesse,” Adam says quietly, nodding at each of the men. “It has been a while, yes.”

The first man — Walter — glances toward you, and winks. “We've come to talk to you about enlisting. But... this is much more interesting. What’cha got there, huh? A little mouse?”

The name is not positive, nor is it cute. With Adam, it would be. But, right now…

You’re already petrified. From a wink, and a bittersweet smile. 

Your heart pounds.

You know, then, that they can hear it. All of them. They can hear your heart racing, the blood rushing through it. They can probably see you shaking, hear the breath leaving your mouth in trembling whispers.

Adam. Adam, run.

“She’s no one,” Adam says darkly. “She...found out about me. I have to kill her. She can’t know about me. About us.”

“How did she find out?” asks another man. Quite tall, nice looking, with light brown hair and stubble at the jaw and cheeks. A gold chain is around his neck, and he wears a brown jacket and white t-shirt. He is also pale, extremely pale, just like his friends, and his eyes seem black.

“There was a friend of mine who broke the confidentiality agreement. That friend is dead now. I killed him, too. But she also has to go.”

“Did she tell anyone?”

“No, Jesse, she didn’t.”

“Good,” the third man — Henry — says. He looks nice, too. Black hair, olive skin. He looks a little older than Jesse or Walter, though. “We can’t let that happen, now, can we?”

“Hey…” Walter says, getting an idea. His smile is not a good one. “Why don’t we help you out? She’s gonna die anyway, isn’t she?”

Adam, by all means, should say yes. It would give him some more time to banter, to discuss horrible ways of torture and death. It would help to keep your cover. He should shrug, say yes, and let you out of the car. Then, he should rip the other three vampires to shreds.

But he doesn’t.

Adam growls — and though you are not able to hear it, you can see his expression. It is hunger, it is defiance, and it is anger. “You are not to touch her. She’s mine: mine to kill, mine to torture — ”

“Yours to marry, yours to love?” Walter asks, mockingly. “Yours to fuck?”

Adam freezes.

“Nobody we know — you least of all — would ever get that protective of a fuckin’ zombie. What are you not telling us, Adam?”

“Get the fuck away from us,” Adam snarls, suddenly furious. “I don’t want any part in your little wars — and neither does she.”

“So you’re admitting it,” Jesse says, almost excitedly. “You love her, don’t you? That's what this is about?”

“That, and the fact that that he hasn't joined a clan in his entire existence,” Walter murmurs over to Jesse. “We discussed that already.”

“I told you once, I’ve told you a million times: I don’t want to be involved with you,” Adam groans.

“You know it’s frowned upon. Both things,” Jesse says.

“A vampire hasn’t mated with a zombie in centuries. And you remember how that went, don’t you?” Walter takes a singular step forward.

Adam’s eyes narrow. “Don’t,” he growls, his voice practically dropping a whole octave with anger.

“It’s only for the good of our survival, Adam. You mustn’t blame us,” Henry says, a mad glint in his eye.

The next five seconds happen with lightning speed. You only recognize the sound and feel of broken glass when it hits you, and a bloodied hand unlocks the door. You blink, it seems, and you’re suddenly pulled roughly out of the car and onto the cold pavement below. Then, you’re hoisted up into someone’s grasp, and into standing position. They still hold you tightly and roughly, and their grip is harsh. A cold hand is slapped onto your mouth.

You scream through it, though, your voice muffled and frantic.

In an instant, Adam’s alert, animalistic, beastly. He growls again, and spits out, “You will not harm her!”

“Adam, what are they doing?” you pant frantically through the hand covering your mouth, knowing that he can hear it loud and clear.

“We’re gonna fuckin’ skin you alive,” the one holding you whispers, gripping you even tighter when you flail and whimper in fear.

“No, you won’t,” Adam murmurs. “Let her go.”

“How do you think this’ll go, Adam?” Henry asks. “You think you’re gonna come out on top? You think you’re gonna stay away from our destiny? You need to help us, Adam. You need to be a good soldier and join us in the wars.”

“I’ll die first!” spits Adam.

“No. You won’t. But she will... whether you say yes or no. Because you’ve gone against our code anyway. Being with... and mating with... a mortal. Now, Adam, you’re better than this.” Henry’s tone becomes condescending. 

Adam’s eyes glint with offense and anger. “If you say one more word, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Not if we kill her first.”

You hear something, then. The breathy sigh of someone holding you... it sounds like a grin. A hungry grin.

You’ve heard that noise before. It happens whenever Adam drinks blood... yours included.

Your stomach drops to your feet.

A childish, delusional part of you wants to say something. Hey, ya want some chocolate? We got some in the car, it smells really good! Really sweet! Sweeter than blood!

You go mad, flailing and screaming, trying desperately to escape, but the one holding you keeps you in his grasp.

“It’s dinnertime,” Henry says, and his voice is a growl.

The next ten seconds happen in a blur. You hear several whooshing noises, feel light brushes of wind all around you, and see blurs of black, white, and gray all around you. You also hear growling — feral, ferocious, angry growls.

You land on the pavement, scraping your knees. Not enough to draw blood, but they sting all the same. In a frantic rush, you scramble as far away from the fight as possible. And that is what it is — a fight. A fight between four —

Three vampires. One of them has dropped to the ground in a heap. You fight the urge to vomit when you notice his head is at an extremely abnormal angle. It is not Adam, however.

Adam was the one, you realize, that has broken the vampire you don’t know to be Jesse’s neck. Adam is lunging, swiping, roaring at the other vampires, who are doing the same. They dodge each other’s grasping hands and punches. You can see flashes of white in the middle of this: fangs.

“Go!” Adam screams, and the breath leaves your lungs. You’ve never heard Adam shout. His voice has never risen above an indoor voice or a menacing mutter.

“Not without you!” you cry desperately. “Adam, they’ll kill you!”

“RUN!” 

This time, you know there’s no argument to be had. You run as fast as you can away from the scene, tears stinging your eyes and your legs burning with the effort.

Eventually, you have to stop your running and settle for walking on the cracked sidewalks. Something howls as the night grows deeper and darker. Fortunately, you know the way home, and you also know that whatever is out there, howling at the moon, will not hurt you. Adam made sure of that one.

You’re a lone figure, shrouded in darkness, walking back to safety with cold arms and stinging knees. Occasionally, you glance behind your shoulder, but you don’t see anything.

After a long while, you start to hear the rumble of a car’s engine driving up behind you. You look behind you and see that this car is driving quite close to the sidewalk. Moving further to your right, you avoid it — that is, until it slows to your walking pace and stays beside you. Keeping your head down, you try to walk a little faster. The car, you notice, looks a bit like Adam’s, but it is not. Your heart pounds, and you almost start to run when a car window is rolled down, and —

“Hey — what’re you doin’ out here?” A soft voice. He sounds like he’d be a surfer in another life.

You recognize it. “I-I-Ian?” you stammer, your eyes widening. You turn to the car and exhale a sob of complete relief. It is Ian, driving slowly beside you and looking at you with the utmost concern.

Ian has known you for a long while, ever since you started dating Adam. He has always been sweet, kind, and considerate, and has always been a good friend to the both of you.

“Y-yeah,” Ian says softly, “what... what’s the matter, sweetheart? You ok?”

You shake your head. “No,” you mutter. “A-Adam got into some trouble. We were attacked in the parking lot of some shitty convenience store. He t-t-told me to run, and I did. R-Reluctantly.” 

“Holy shit...that’s fucked up,” Ian says incredulously. He leans “Is Adam still there?”

You feel tears rising to your eyes again and you sniff. “I don’t know where he is... or if he’s ok, and — and — I don’t wanna go home and wait and find out that —” Your voice is dangerously close to cracking.

“Hey,” Ian says, his voice a little firmer now. It still keeps its compassion. “Y’want me to take you home?”

“Would you?” you ask desperately.

“Of course, sweetheart, come on in.” He leans over and, with a little grimace of exertion, unlocks and opens the door. You can't get into the car fast enough. You slam the door beside you and slump against the seat.

“We're gonna get you home, ok? It's not far from here. Want me to turn the heater on?”

You drive in silence for most of the trip. Ian must know you don't want to talk too much.

Ian's head comes into your peripheral vision. You're looking down at your feet.

“Hey... Adam's gonna be fine,” he says softly. “He can take care of himself. Something about him just tells me that. My guess is that he's driving home now, actually. He probably fucking destroyed whoever did this to you.”

You nod. You know it's true.

“He cares about you a lot. He loves you. I've... I've never seen Adam look at someone the way he looks at you. Well, maybe except his wife. But... that was some time ago. And she—”

He stops himself. You can both feel the tension there, and you shuffle nervously in your seat.

“Anyway,” Ian continues hesitantly, “he — he cares about you. He'll come back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

You get to the house, Ian driving slowly up to the curb. The house, as always, is dark.

“Check the back?” you ask. Ian drives further, and you crane your neck to eye the garden. There's an empty spot where the car normally would be.

Your heart sinks.

“Hey, sweetheart...” Ian says. “It's alright... I'm sure he's just...” But he trails off. “A fight wouldn't take this long,” he mutters under his breath. You can still hear it.

There's a pause in which none of you move. You're hesitant to get out of the car and into the house. Ian watches you, waits for you. The rumble of the car is quiet and hypnotic.

“I don't... I don't wanna go in alone,” you say, and you inwardly scoff at your own childishness.

“I can stay with you if you want,” Ian says. “Adam mostly leaves his doors unlocked, doesn't he?”

“Yeah.”

“Why is that?”

You hesitate. “I don't know.”

But you do know. Regular people are pretty much out of the question — they wouldn't come in, because they think the house is abandoned. If they do come in, Adam could play it off as nothing suspicious and get them to leave as soon as possible. The werewolves wouldn't hurt you, and vampires suffer awfully bad luck if they enter a threshold uninvited. If the Others did come in, well... Adam could take care of them, couldn't he?

“Maybe it's because he's all reclusive. He probably doesn't think anyone will actually come in. Those rock 'n roll kids are exactly that. Kids. They won't do anything.”

You nod. “Er... could you stay with me, Ian? Please?”

He smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “I can do that.”

Ian parks the car on the edge of the road, and shuts off the engine. The cold seeps in your skin again and reaches your bones.

You both get out of the car and walk up to the door. It opens without any struggle.

The house itself is completely dark, and there's no sign of Adam anywhere. The room upstairs — Adam's studio — is completely silent and dark, and he's not in his bed.

Without any words, you two go into his studio again and turn on some lights. Together, you sit on his couch and wait.

After some time, Ian sits up suddenly.

“Oh, shit! We should've called the cops!” Ian cries.

You shake your head. “No,” you say.

Ian looks at you, baffled.

“Ian, Adam's... not one for the police. And, like we said before, Adam can take care of himself. He's strong like that. I'm sure he's...” you trail off. “I'm sure he's fine.”

“Did they have any weapons on them?”

“I don't think so,” you say, remembering the flashes of pointy white teeth.

“Then, what the hell happened afterward? Why isn't Adam back yet? If they didn't have any weapons, and you know Adam can throw a punch and take care of himself, then why the hell isn't he back yet?”

“I don't know,” you say miserably. A part of you thinks Ian is somehow mad at you, but the rational part of you takes over, and decides that he is not.

Ian pauses.

“Fuck it, I'm calling the cops.”

“No,” says a voice behind you. It is sharp and commanding, but you recognize it in a heartbeat.

You turn to look. Standing in the doorway, all battered, bruised, bloodied, is Adam. His sunglasses are nowhere to be found, and neither are his gloves.

“Oh, my God,” you whimper, rushing toward him. Immediately, you're engulfed in his scent, his warmth, his comforting embrace. It's a rush of relief. “You're — you're okay,” you whisper, sniffing as tears of relief come to your eyes.

“Baby, it's alright,” Adam murmurs, “I'm here. I'm here and I'm okay. It's all OK. We're fine.” He rubs your back with a hand.

“Adam, what the fuck happened, man?” Ian asks. “We were worried sick.”

“I'm sorry,” Adam says. “That took way longer than expected. I was also questioned by the authorities. They're looking for the kids now.”

Something tells you that this is not what happened.

Ian looks at Adam skeptically. But, after a few seconds, he shrugs. “I mean... I'm just glad you're alright, man. And I'm glad she's safe, too.” He gestures toward you with a small smile.

“Thank you, Ian,” Adam says gratefully. “Thank you for keeping my love safe. Thank you for staying with her. Now... I think it's time for you to go... Do you need anything before you take off? You can piss in the garden if you need.”

“You sure you don't need anything? You wanna take a look at those bruises?”

“We'll be fine, thank you,” Adam says.

Ian blinks. “You never fail to amaze me, Adam.” He stands up, and rubs your shoulder. “G'night, sweetheart. You're in very good hands now.”

“Thanks, Ian. See you soon, ok?” you say.

“Alright.” He starts to walk down the stairs. “If you guys need anything at all, just hit me up. Later.”

You and Adam don't speak until you both hear his car driving away from the house.

“What did they do to you?” you ask immediately, suddenly frantic and worried, stepping away to get a good look at Adam.

You blink, it seems, and Adam's bruises, cuts, and overall tired appearance are gone. He looks perfectly normal now.

“They did that,” Adam says. “I killed two of 'em. One of them got away.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“No, thank God for that.”

But there's something... off... about the way Adam looks. He seems sad, worried.

“Adam... what is it?” you ask slowly.

“One of the Others got away. He's bound to have talked to his clan by now. I'm still not gonna join them. And I'm sure as hell not gonna give you away and leave you.”

“So... what's gonna happen?”

Adam takes a deep breath. “How do you feel about Tangier, Morocco?”

#jth3500writingchallenge #adam olla #adam x reader #adam olla x reader #adam headcanons #only lovers left alive

[maaaddiexo]

The Witch’s Tower (The Weeping Monk)

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Warnings: cursing

part 1/4 (4 for now; maybe more after second season release)

[part 2]

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He was in pain. She could tell from a hundred feet away. Part of her curse, she supposed. He and Father Carden had come back to the grounds after weeks of hunting the Fey folk and she could feel in the air that not all was good. Something was wrong.

Unable to leave her room, Y/N watched from the tower as he settled in a corner of the garden and carved bow after bow and twice as many arrows. She didn’t know why he didn’t get his wounds tended to but that only added to the mystery around him.

Despite the hot summer sun beating down on him, the Weeping Monk kept his hood up and his sleeves covering his hands. He didn’t even take off his boots. Y/N wasn’t sure she’d ever seen his hair – or anything above his eyebrows for that matter. Like everybody else, she only saw his hands and half his face, and only ever from a distance. For nobody was allowed to know she was there. The Weeping Monk was Father Carden’s greatest known weapon, but he had an even greater one. One he kept a secret – locked away in a tower like a princess in the fairytales her mother used to tell her.

Absentmindedly, Y/N felt the tingle in her fingers and raised her hand. The tingling intensified and a small breeze blew through the room, twirling her hair and fluttering the curtains. Soon it left the room and carried outside and down to the man below.

At first, it would feel like nothing more than gust of wind. But she knew the Weeping Monk was special. That he wasn’t entirely human. And she knew that he would feel the magic in the air when nobody else would. And he did. His hand stopped mid-carve and he dropped the half-made arrow onto the grass. His shoulders tensed and Y/N watched from afar as he reached for his sword. She smiled and pointed her finger towards the ceiling and drew circles in the air. The wind picked up and carried her words down to him.

Look up.

The Monk didn’t like magic, but he wasn’t a fool either. He understood magic and knew when to fear it and when to listen to it. Slowly - angrily - he lifted his head towards the sky and, as if against his own will, his eyes were drawn to the abandoned tower of the castle. He squinted. It wasn’t abandoned at all.

Pleased with her work, Y/N stepped back from the window and walked to the other side of her room, past her easel and paints, and to the wardrobe. She didn’t have a lot of clothes but Father Carden made sure she was comfortable enough not to seek attention. She opened the double doors and pushed her clothes aside, reaching in the dark for the lip of the panel that would reveal her only hiding place. The wooden panel came out easily enough and she gathered the pieces of paper and carried them to the round table in the middle of the room. She splayed them out beside each other so that she could see them all at once. Each one was different even though they were all of the same thing.

Him. The Weeping Monk.

Most were of his hands and the part of his face you could see, but a few were of his full body though none of those were completed. He always moved or left before she could finish. He was dangerous – she knew that. But he was also extremely intriguing and her curiosity had finally won her over. She knew his reputation, but she wasn’t afraid of him.

Creak.

Startled, Y/N looked towards her door. It couldn’t be Michael with her lunch and Father Carden was in meetings all day. Tripping over the area rug, Y/N scrambled to collect all the sketches and shoved them back in the wardrobe, sealing them in place behind the loose panel. She heard the lock click and turned just as the door opened. And there he stood. The Weeping Monk.

Y/N swallowed. He was much more intimidating in person. But he couldn’t hurt her and that knowledge calmed her nerves. The Monk took a step forward but ran into an invisible wall. She pointed to the cross above her door, not that the Monk could see it from where she stood. “This is holy ground, which means anyone who comes here needs permission to enter.” The Monk only stared back at her. He never blinked, and Y/N found that unnerving. “Still, I don’t have any friends and don’t get many visitors so come on in. Oh, but leave your weapons at the door. I don’t care for violence.” She sat back on her bed as the Monk tried to step over the threshold again and was successful this time. He slid the bow and quiver full of arrows off his shoulder and undid the sword belt. “And the daggers in your trousers and boot.”

The Monk rolled his eyes but obeyed, making a show of dropping them next to his other weapons. For a moment, they eyed each other before he finally looked away and began to walk around the circular room. He ran his fingers along the intricate carvings in the shelves and along the collection of books but stopped when he came to her worktable. He only said one word. “Witchcraft.”

His voice was low and gravelly. While others may have found it intimidating, Y/N found it soothing.

“That’s what a witch does. I’m surprised you can see anything from underneath that oversized hood of yours.”

The Monk didn’t respond immediately and instead continued looking around. “Father Carden said this tower was abandoned.”

“It was at one point of time. But where better to hide someone you once thought was human than a derelict tower rumoured to collapse at any moment?”

“You’re a Fey witch?”

“I know you’ve got the scent. Tell me, do I smell like Fey?”

The Monk was quiet for a moment. “No. You smell human.”

“By all accounts I am human. Except for the small inconsistency which is that I have the ability to practice witchcraft.”

“That’s not possible.” Y/N couldn’t tell if it was astonishment or fear she heard in his voice.

“Oh, it’s possible. Just unlikely.”

“How? How is it possible? And why would Father Carden let you live? Here? In our place of worship.”

“The same reason he lets you live. Yes, that’s right. I know all about you, Weeping Monk. So don’t you dare judge me. We’re both his greatest weapons and we let him use us because it means we’ll live to see another day.”

The Monk practically growled. “How do you know?”

Creak.

Y/N blinked. Was it lunch already? “Shit.” She began to panic. Seven seconds until Michael walked through that door. “Quick! In the wardrobe.”

“What?”

Y/N tripped over the rug again as she ran for the weapons. “Not so loud or he’ll hear you.”

“Who?”

Y/N dragged the Monk to the wardrobe and opened the doors. She shoved the weapons into his chest before pushing him back into the wardrobe. “Stay here. Don’t move or make a sound. And don’t come out until I say so, okay? If Michael sees you here, then Carden won’t be able to protect you. And I doubt he’ll choose to either. You’ll burn with me if we’re caught.”

“Y/N?”

The girl closed the wardrobe doors and smoothed out her skirts. “Come in, Michael.”

There was no handle on the door. Just a lock on the outside. He kicked the door open with his foot and walked into the room, placing the tray on the table. “Did I hear you talking to someone?”

“Just myself. Working on a healing poultice.” She held up her hand where she’d cut herself on one of the Monk’s weapons. “Cut myself.”

Michael rolled his eyes as he backed out of the room and grabbed the tray that he’d used to carry up breakfast earlier that morning. “Stupid bitch.”

Unperturbed by Michael’s only insult, Y/N wiggled her fingers at him. “See you for supper, Michael!”

“Shut up, stupid bitch.”

Y/N cocked her head. “Hmm. He’s learned a new one. Good for him.” Still, she waited until she heard the sole wooden step creak before telling the Monk he could come out.

“Do you have a death wish?”

Y/N frowned as she took the weapons back from the Monk. “What?”

“You just locked a killer in your wardrobe.”

“Sorry. Next time you can hide under my bed. Are you hungry? I’ve got some wine around here somewhere.”

“Why aren’t you scared of me?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked to her worktable. “Gods, you’re curious. Sit down.”

Realizing he wouldn’t get any answers out of her by resisting, the Monk slumped into the wooden seat and plucked a few grapes off the plate. He was hungry. Y/N messily wrapped a cloth around her wound before gathring a bunch of items from her worktable. She dropped them on the round table the Monk sat at and began sorting through them.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you. I’ll answer your questions in a moment.” In a stone mortar, she mixed and ground herbs and honey into a paste. “Roll up your sleeve.”

Apprehensively, the Monk did. He rolled it up past his elbow to expose the cuts on his arm. Her hand was warm as she held it firm and applied the paste over the wounds. He swallowed nervously. “What are you doing?”

“I already told you. I’m helping you. The blade you were cut with was laced with poison. That’s why it hurts more than usual.”

“How can you tell?”

“I could feel your pain. That’s what happens when magic is near. You can smell the Fey folk and I can sense them and their magic. Okay, see how this paste is light green? It’ll grow darker as it draws the poison from your blood and will only dry when there’s no more poison in your system. It won’t heal the wounds though so don’t worry – nobody will be suspicious.”

“If you’re not Fey, then how do you know all this. And how can you sense the Fey and magic. I mean…you’re human.”

“That is true. But I’m also cursed. Father Carden says that it’s poison that makes the Fey. But there are some humans cursed to similar fates. My parents were human, but they weren’t good people and they killed a Fey Elder. Because of that, the Hidden took revenge on them by cursing me. I’m not marked or anything. I’m just from two different worlds where neither wants me. But back to the story. Despite killing one of their Elders, the Fey took me in with the intention to raise me as their own. But Father Carden had heard a rumour about a human baby kidnapped by the Fey. By the time he heard the lie and found me, I was five years old.”

“Old enough to remember.”

Y/N felt a tear slide down her cheek. “He slaughtered the lot of them. That whole village…nothing was left. Burned or destroyed. Everything and everyone except for me. When they died, all their knowledge went to me.

“Carden brought me here thinking I was human and introduced me as his daughter. But a year later there was an incident and he saw the truth. In order to hide his mistake and embarrassment, he lied and said that I was killed by Fey and killed a whole village nearby just for the story.”

“But he locked you up here instead.”

Y/N shrugged and wiped her tears. “He knew how useful I could be. He said he’d spared my life two times now and I would spend my whole life repaying that debt.”

“And how do you do it?”

“When I feel magic, I send him a sign to meet me. I tell him where I feel it coming from and he goes in that direction and when he gets there, he uses you to sniff them out.” Y/N looked down at the paste. “It’s dry. No more poison. And you should probably leave. Carden will be looking for you soon.”

“Let me ask you something. I can tell you don’t like being trapped up here and used like a puppet so why don’t you just leave?”

“There’s only two ways out of here. The door or the window. If I take the door and run away, he’ll torture and slaughter all the Fey because he knows it’ll get back to me. And I will not take the window because if I leave this place, it won’t be by suicide. I wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction.”

The Monk smirked and collected his weapons. “I don’t think he realizes that you’re nobody’s weapon but your own. What’s your name?”

“He calls me his little angel, but my real name is Y/N.”

The Monk gave a half smile. “See you around, Y/N.”

“If you do come back, it’s custom you bring something to a witch’s place of residence. It’s a symbol of truce. And I…I like flowers.”

The Monk gave a brisk nod. “Flowers.” He closed the door behind him and walked down the winding staircase until he ended up outside, facing the woods. Looking around and seeing no one, he reached into the folds of his cloak and pulled out the folded piece of paper. His bootprint was on it because he’d stepped on it when Y/N had shoved him into the wardrobe but the drawing was still clear. And at the bottom, the image had been signed, dated, and titled.

The One Who Cries for the Family He Kills.

He looked at the image again, feeling a pull on his heart. It was him.

[part 2]

#cursed #the weeping monk #lancelot #fey #the weeping monk x reader #the weaping monk x fem!reader #the weeping monk x y/n #magic #fantasy #fanfiction #camelot #imagine #the weeping monk imagine

[eboyhitoshi]

So Hard // Dabi

Master List

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, 18+,

Summary: Dabi takes an interest in Shigaraki’s childhood friend

Rating: This is a crack fic turned smut honestly

Pairing: Dabi x reader

“Tomura!” You sighed happily, finally getting to run into his arms after five years. There were multiple other people in the bar where you’d been taken by Kurogiri, but at the moment none of them mattered to you. “It’s been way too fucking long” you mumbled quietly as your arms shot around his neck and shoulders to hug him tightly. You felt his arms squeeze you back just as tight around your waist, to the shock of everyone else in the room.

“Took you long enough to get back here” he grumbled, but you’ve known him long enough to know he was happy about you moving back home. After a few seconds of just hugging each other, you finally let go of him and turned to the rest of the people in the room.

“Wow, I’ve never seen Shigaraki show that much affection before” A blonde girl piped up happily. “But now that he’s done it’s my turn!” She yelled, the next thing you knew you were trapped in a bone crushing hug from the girl. You let out a small laugh and hugged her back. “I’m Himiko Toga” she introduced.

“(Y/n) (L/n)” you replied. You tried to pull away from her after that but she wouldn’t let go.

“You have no idea how excited I am to have another girl around, we’re gonna have so much fun (Y/n)!” She exclaimed happily, somehow squeezing you even tighter. Shigaraki came and pried her off of you after a few seconds.

“Toga let her breathe” he growled lowly. The school aged girl frowned but trotted back to her seat in a booth across from a man who’s face was covered in scars. His striking blue eyes gave you a small glance before he faced forward again and paid his attention toward his beer.

Tomura introduced you to all of the members of the league quickly before taking you to your room to settle in and catch up. He laid on your bed the whole time as you shuffled around the room, unpacking your bags that Kurogiri moved into the room for you.

The next morning, you were abruptly woken by Toga jumping on top of you excitedly. She then insisted on staying in your room while you got ready for the day so she could ‘help you’. She also kept talking in and on about all the fun things she wanted to do with you now that you’ve moved in, ranging from shopping sprees to killing sprees. Even though you were a villain you only killed when necessary, so her ideas weren’t all the appealing to you.

You walked out of the room toward the bar, taking a seat by the younger man with a bunch of scars on his face, from last night. You gave him a small thin lipped smile before turning toward Kurogiri.

“I don’t think I introduced myself last night, I’m-“ he cut you off as your eyes raked over the assortment of bottles on the shelves behind the counter.

“(Y/n)” he stated, making you turn your head toward him. “I heard you talking to crazy” he shrugged nonchalantly, taking a swig from the glass in front of him. “I’m Dabi”

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking Dabi?” You asked, noting that his glass smelled an awful lot like whiskey. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair comfortably.

“When you have to deal with these people everyday? I’m surprised I wasn’t drinking earlier” he snorted, emitting a small laugh from you. You pursed you’re lips slightly and nodded, a happy look on your face. Dabi’s eyes raked up and down your body slowly while you weren’t paying attention and he sucked his scarred bottom lip between his teeth.

“You have a good point there. Kurogiri could I get a martini please?” You asked sweetly. The cloudy man nodded and started making your drink.

You and Dabi kept chatting mindlessly for a while, turns out you two had the same sense of humor and got along pretty well. After a little bit the bar started filling up with other league members, some passing through and some stopping for food, or drinks, or just to chill.

Toga, who was now wearing a clean outfit after she went to get ready came and stood behind your chair, gripping the back of it slightly. She didn’t say anything for a while, just listened to you and Dabi talk while observing the both of you. When it went quiet, she stood in the middle of you two and looked back and forth from him, to you, back to him, then stopping at you.

“He wants to fuck you” she stated matter of factly. She glanced back at him and saw his jaw had clenched, a smirk came into to her face as she turned back to you once again. “So hard” she sing songed in a high pitched voice before skipping off.

Your face tinged red as you looked at the black haired man who was staring at you with one eyebrow raised. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and he just shrugged.

“I don’t know what just happened either” he commented. He stood up, grabbing his glass and staring down at you. He stood there for a moment before leaning down, bringing his lips very close to your ear. “But she’s not wrong” he whispered huskily. He gave you a wink and took a sip of his drink before walking off.

Later that night you couldn’t get that event out of your head. The tone of Dabi’s voice rasping in your ear made you shiver, and it replaying over and over in your head was driving you crazy. You didn’t understand, you’d just met the guy and he was already getting all hot and bothered.

You tried your best to push it out of your head as you stripped down and got into the shower. Thankfully you had your own bathroom, so you didn’t have to share with anyone.

As hard as you tried you just couldn’t get his stupidly attractive face and his insanely sexy voice out of your head, and you gave up. You reached a hand down your water covered body down toward your core. You slowly started circling your clit, making your breath hitch. You relaxed into your own touch, allowing yourself to let go. You started rubbing circles a little faster.

You leaned your back against the shower wall for support, tossing your head back in pleasure as you brought your other hand up to massage one of your breasts. You slipped a finger into your wet heat and started pumping at a good pace. After getting used to your finger you added another. A moan that was louder than you wanted it to be left your mouth as you started pumping faster.

You tried to remember the sound of Dabi’s voice in your ear, and when you did successfully you felt yourself get wetter. You slid another finger inside of yourself as you rolled your nipple between the fingers of your other hand.

You whined, sliding down the wall slightly. You were so lost in yourself that you didn’t even hear the door opening. “Mmh, Dabi! Oh fuck!” You moaned to yourself. Suddenly your shower curtain was ripped open. You screamed, pulling your hand out of yourself and falling to the floor.

“What do we have here?” Dabi asked, staring down at your naked body. You pulled your knees to your chest in an attempt to cover yourself up.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked, trying to find anything to help shield you from his eyes, but he was making that very difficult. You reached over and shut the water off, looking up at him shyly.

“I was told to come get you by Shigaraki, but I come to find a naughty little girl getting herself off to the thought of me” he stated, grabbing the edge of the Kathryn and leaning forward. “You know if you wanted me that badly, you could’ve just asked. The real thing is much better than thoughts” he stated in that same husky tone from earlier. You whimpered at the sound and he smirked. “Do you want something from me doll?” He asked. You opened your mouth to say something but just resorted to nodding, feeling yourself getting very turned on with him in front of you. “Use your words” he grunted, standing back up to his full height.

“I want you to do what Toga said you wanted to do to me” you mumbled quietly. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry love, I forgot what that was, could you remind me?” He smirked, leaning down slightly, tilting an ear toward you.

“I want you to fuck me” you gulped, looking up to meet his gaze. “Hard”

“You want it rough?” He teased, pulling you up to your feet. Your body was now on full display for him, making him lick his lips. You nodded shyly and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped an arm around your waist and squeezed your bare ass roughly, pressing your naked form flush against him. “Good, I don’t know how to be soft” he stated before slamming his lips against yours. You whimpered at the final release of sexual tension in the room and kissed him back.

He moved you back into your bedroom, stripping himself of his coat and shirt on the way. He pushed you down to be sitting on the edge of the bed as he started undoing his belt.

“You think you can be a bad girl and get yourself off to me when I’m not around? Well you thought wrong” he dropped his pants, leaving himself in a tight pair of black boxers that left little to the imagination with the large, growing tent in them. “On your knees Babygirl, time to learn your lesson”

As if on cue you slid off of the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You started up and him before pulling his boxers down. His large pierced cock sprung out excitedly, standing proud in front of your face, making you moan at the sight. Dabi wore a proud smirk as you took the base of his cock in one hand and licked a long strip alon the underside of his length. You kitten licked his tip where a bead of pre cum had formed, making him growl. He grabbed a hand full of your hair which made your mouth open from surprise, giving him the opportunity to shove his cock in your mouth.

“Don’t fucking tease, you don’t wanna piss off daddy, now do you?” He asked, you shook your head as best you could as you let him slide himself into your mouth. “Good, then suck”

You complied with his orders, bobbing your head alongs his length, using your hand you pump what wouldn’t fit in your mouth. You tried rubbing your thought together, desperate for some kind of friction against you core as Dabi grunted and groaned at your actions. You brought your other hand up to play with his balls, making him let out a proper moan.

“Oh shit” you whined against his cock, making him groan out in pleasure. You kept up your pace, letting the hand Dabi sti had laced through your hair guide you along his length. You felt his hips start to thrust to meet your mouth. They snapped roughly, pushing his cock into your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat. Tears brimmed your eyes but you allowed him to face fuck you roughly, bringing a hand down to sloppily rub circles on your clit. You moaned around his length, making him toss his head back in bliss. “Fuck” he grunted before spilling his hot seed down your throat.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth with a pop. Some of his cum dribbled out of the corner of your mouth as you swallowed what you could and caught your breath. Dabi grabbed your hand and helped you up to your feet. He pulled you in for another kiss, slowly backing you up to your bed again. His hands gripped your ass, massaging it slightly. He allowed his hands to get dangerously close to your dripping cunt, but never touched it. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging slightly at the ends making him groan.

“Good girl taking my whole load in your mouth. I think you deserve a treat” he smirked, pulling away from you and staring down into your eyes. You stared back, his lust filled eyes raked over your body before pushing you back into your plush mattress. “You’re so sexy” he whispered, hovering over you. He started kissing down you neck, stopping to suck and nibble on certain spots leaving marks. He left a trail of hickies all the way from you jaw down to your dripping core. He licked his lips when his face met your sopping folds. “Who made you this wet baby?”

“You did Dabi” you moaned, staring down at him. His stark blue eyes stared straight into yours as he leaned down and started devouring your cunt. You felt his tongue start prodding at your tight hole before plunging all the way in. He circled his tongue inside of you, bringing his thumb up to press down on your clit. “Oh fuck, yes!” You squealed, tossing your head back against the bed, rolling your hips against his face. Dabi started rubbing fast circles against your clit with his thumbs as he slurped up your sweet juices.

He pulled his tongue out of you and licked up to your clit, flicking his tongue against it. You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. You brought you hand down to lace through his black locks, pushing his head closer toward you core. He sucked roughly in your clit and pushed two fingers in your pussy.

“Oh my god” you moaned loudly, his fingers starting at a fast pace, slamming into your harshly as his mouth worked wonders on your clit. Your thighs squeezed the sides of his head as he completely and utterly devoured you. “Fuck, I’m getting close” another finger added stretched you out deliciously. Dabi curled his fingers inside you, brushing against that certain spot inside you. You cried out rolling your hips against his face again. “I’m cumming!” You exclaimed, releasing your juices all over his face.

He slurped up every last drop, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them up to your mouth. “You wanna taste?” He asked. You leaned forward, taking his three fingers into your mouth. He groaned at the sight of you sucking off his fingers. When they were clean you leaned forward and crashed your lips against his.

“Fuck me until I can’t walk” you whispered between heated kisses. You felt his tip rub up and down your slick folds while your lips were connected.

“Gladly” he replied, snapping himself into you roughly. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his long, thick cock filling you up perfectly. He only gave you a second to get used to his size before he started slamming into you roughly. “Shit, you’re so tight” he moaned, tossing his head back slightly.

You couldn’t even think straight. Dabi’s cock seemed to curve right so his piercing brushed against your g spot with every single thrust. You were already a moaning mess, being slightly sensitive from having already climaxed once. Dabi was keeping up to his word, practically fucking the head board into the wall, making a loud clunk every thrust he gave.

He pulled out of you and flipped you over, immediately jackhammering back into you. He gripped your ass, spreading it apart to watch his cock disappear inside you. You moaned loudly when a hand came down on your ass roughly.

“Who’s making you feel this good baby?” He asked cockily, giving your ass another harsh slap.

“You Dabi!” You yelled, reaching a hand down to circle your clot sloppily as he pounded you into the mattress.

“Say it louder” he growled, reaching a hand up and gripping the head board. “I want all these fuckers to know who’s fucking you so good”

“Dabi, fuck!” You screamed, the coil in your stomach starting to tighten again. Somehow he sped up even more, his cock snapping in and out of your at a bruta pace. He gripped your hips with both hands, pulling you forward to meet his thrusts. His eyes fixated on the was your ass jiggled every time his hips snapped into yours, making him groan. He reached around and grabbed your throat, making you stand up on your knees, back flush against his chest.

The new angle allowing him to hit every spot inside of you. You wailed his name the best you could with his hand around your throat. He other hand replaced yours on you clit, making your legs quiver at the immense pleasure. Both of your hand reached back to grip his hair while he sucked your neck, still slamming into you as hard as he could.

“I’m close, s-so so close” you mumbled like a mantra, not being able to form any other coherent words other than that and his name.

“Fuck” he grunted. His thrusts started getting a little sloppier, hinting that he too was almost there. He shoved you back down into the mattress and fucked you as fast and hard as he could. “Cum around my cock babygirl” he grunted. That husky voice sent you over the edge and your second orgasm came crashing down as you creamed his cock. The rough snapping of his hips mixed with your orgasm caused a delicious squeal hint sound as he chased his own orgasm. “In or on?” He asked quickly.

“In, I want you to fill me up” you moaned, feeling his hips falter when you said that.

“Fuck” he whispered, hips stalling inside you. His hot seed shot inside of you in four powerful spurts. He pulled out of you, sitting back on his knees, watching his cum dribbled out of you slightly. He reached forward and pushed it back in with two fingers. You collapsed against the bed, panting and sweaty, throat raw from screaming so much. Dabi reaches forward and grabbed a handful of your ass, massaging it softly. “So how long are you staying with the league?”

“After that?” You asked softly. “Forever”

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Top Shelf: Chapter 17- Muffin But Books

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Bookshop/bartender/baking AU)

Word Count: 2,050

Summary: You go out to celebrate the reopening of the bookshop and have maybe a bit too much fun...and before you know it’s the day :) 

Author’s Note: So I hope you guys can get the feel of what the bookshop looks like now, I used some pics in the moodboard that give you an idea :) I also could not resist some sexy fun with Bucky because I never can. The bar they are at called The Park (pic is in the center of the moodboard) is unfortunately closed now but here is an article about it so at least you can see the space and know the story. Thank you all for continuing on this journey with me and a day early today! 😁 I love you and I’m sending you all my love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: soft fluff, fun with friends, smut, teasing, flirting, all the emotions (the good ones :) 18 + only please ;)

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You and Bucky are tucked into a booth at The Park, waiting for the rest of the group to arrive. It’s the Saturday night before the reopening of the bookshop and Sam suggested everyone take the night off to celebrate. The two of you arrived early on purpose, enjoying some alone time while sipping your drinks and talking quietly together in the corner booth.

“Do you wanna sleep over at the bookshop tomorrow night? Or will it be too much to get up, go home and shower and then come back?” Bucky takes a sip of his drink while he watches you consider his question. “Let’s stay over. It will be our last night before it officially becomes “The Bookshop Bakery!” He agrees with a smile, leaning in for a kiss that he quickly deepens when your hand runs up his thigh under the table.

“Starting the party without us I see.” Sam’s loud voice breaks the two of you apart. “You have the worst timing Wilson,” Bucky groans before standing and pulling him in for a hug. Everyone finds a seat and orders some food and drinks. The next few hours are light and worry free. You talk about the excitement over the reopening, Peggy and Steve’s upcoming wedding and everything in between.

You’re halfway through your third drink when you hand starts inching up Bucky’s thigh again. He grabs your wrist, stilling your movements and whispering in your ear, “what are you up to, baby?” Striking up a conversation with Nat you ignore his question and wiggle from his grasp. He let’s your hand continue its path until it’s hovering over the growing bulge in his jeans.

He nearly spits out his drink when you start to gently rub him through the thick fabric. It’s hard to stop when you can feel him throb beneath your fingers, but you can tell it’s really getting to him. “Hey Buck, you ok. You look like a deer in headlights.” Steve’s question makes you bite your lip to stop from giggling. “I’m good. Yea, fine, thanks.” Steve raises a brow but doesn’t push it, turning his attention to Peggy.

“Doll face. What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing?” This time it’s more of a growl than a whisper and it sends a shiver down your spine. “Just having a little fun is all.” With one more firm squeeze you remove your hand and slip into the conversation between Sam and Nat. Before you know it Bucky’s hand lands on your bare thigh and his fingers dance along your soft skin.

“Hey Nat, Peg, bathroom break?” You eye the two girls and they both nod, squeezing around the guys to get out. You give Bucky a wink and saunter off toward the back. “Fucking hell.” Sam smirks. “What was that Barnes.” Sliding out his middle finger, Bucky doesn’t answer, just takes another sip of his drink. Sam tries Steve. “So, how’s the beard working out for you?” Bucky can’t hold back his snickers and he dips his head, “we are never gonna let you live it down.”

When the three of you return the boys are still smiling and Steve’s face is red. “Oh god,” Peggy complains, throwing her hands up. You all laugh and slip back into your seats. This time you decide that Bucky’s lap is better than the booth. He definitely doesn’t mind and now you can continue your little game. Shifting back and forth you do your best to push your ass back and grind over him. His hands are digging into your hips and his breath is hot in your ear.

“What time is it?” he grits out. “Almost 1 am,” is your sultry answer. He reaches back to grab his wallet. “Ok gang, we’re out. We have some stuff to finish at the shop tomorrow and dinner with Grandma.” The boys boo but Nat and Peggy give you a sly smile. “See you all at the opening!” With that Bucky slides out from under you and grabs your hand.

The bar is only a few short blocks from your apartment and you both keep your cool until you’re in the elevator. The second the doors shut Bucky has you pressed against the wall, his hands slipping under your dress. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that.” Your sassy response dies on your lips the moment his fingers ghost over the wet patch on your underwear. He hums into your mouth, pushing the satin aside and gliding his fingers through your folds.

The elevator dings and he pulls away, letting your dress fall down and pulling you out and down the hall. You try to find your keys but it’s taking too long. Bucky turns you around and kisses you against the door. Breaking away he takes his fingers and traces them over your lips before pushing them past. You both moan as you suck them clean, tasting yourself.

“Fucking keys,” you breathe out, finally finding them at the bottom of your bag. The door flies open with your combined body weight and Bucky quickly slams it shut. You’ve barely dropped your bag to the floor, and he’s got your dress up above your hips. Trailing soft kisses along your neck his fingers hook into your underwear and pull them down your legs.

Your hands fumble with the button of his jeans, eventually working them down his thick thighs. His boxers are next, and you wrap your hand around his hard cock, slowly pumping the length of him. He parts your legs with his knee, removing your hand and running his cock through your arousal. “Is this what you want?”

He pushes into you every so slightly before pulling back out, loving the whine that leaves your parted lips. “Yes. I want you to fuck me.” He teases you one more time before slowly filling you up. He lifts one of your legs and goes deeper, causing your head to roll back against the door. His lips are on your neck as he thrusts into you hard enough to shake the door on its frame. His hand reaches between your bodies and it isn’t long before you’re clenching around him, chanting his name with your release.

Once you both catch your breath, he carries you to bed, covering you before he gets in and holds you to his chest. You can feel your eyelids grow heavy with sleep, the steady beat of his heart matching your own. Kissing his chest and snuggling closer you whisper, “I love you,” barely hearing his same words as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Sunday is a flurry of last-minute preparations and dinner at Grandmas. She’s practically humming with excitement and makes you promise not to give too much away about tomorrow. “I want to be surprised and I have full faith in you all.” You help her clean up and sit and talk for a little longer before heading back to the bookshop.

You and Bucky stand by the door and look out and the new space. “Wow. I can’t believe we did it.” Bucky hums his agreement, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head atop yours. “We did it.” You take a deep breath, loving how it smells like pumpkin and spice and coffee beans with the light scent of old books somehow weaving its way through in a perfect balance.

The books have been neatly shelved on the beautiful new dark wood bookcases, all the mismatched piles gone and free of dust. You wrote all the aisle and shelf labels by hand and encased them in brass adornments that match the new lighting fixtures. The front of the store was cleared out and now houses a completely new display case for the baked goods as well as some tables, chairs and a couch with soft cushions.

Behind the counter there are shelves for coffee mugs, teacups and plates, all of which you and Bucky picked out at antique stores, estate sales and consignment shops. The labels for the desserts are hand-printed on antique looking paper, framed by more brass and the new countertop is a dark oak wood with lighter grains running through it.

The lighting is soft with hanging lamps and candle holders that line the walls while the accents are bright and colorful without being overpowering. You got rid of the old blinds that covered the windows and went with light and flowing curtains that are pulled back with antique hooks. It has a charming and soft look that’s both comforting and classic.

You and Bucky head toward the back staircase, which is now closed off with an iron gate to prevent people from going up to the attic library. Once you’re upstairs you plop yourself down on the fluffy blankets, watching Bucky as he scans the bookshelves. “What are you looking for handsome?” He smiles but doesn’t answer as he stops in front of one and grabs a book. “Remember this?” He turns it around to reveal the cover. Your eyes land on the Auryn garnishing the cover. “Of course, I do. You read some to me the first day we met.”

He props up some pillows and leans back, opening his legs so you can sit between them. You lean your back against him and he cuddles you close, placing the book in your lap. “Ok, I still have the bookmark from that day.” He starts to read, and you feel yourself relaxing, his soft voice lulling you to sleep. When he realizes you’re out he sets the book down and shifts so you’re both laying down, kissing your shoulder before resting his head on the pillow.

Bucky wakes before the alarm, moving carefully and sitting up. “Hey baby, pssst.” Gently running his hands over your hair, he tucks it away from your face. “Sleepy head, hey, come on, time to get up.” You mumble something incoherent and roll over, smacking at the air. You took the week off from work using your vacation days so you could help Bucky with the launch as much as possible and getting up early just doesn’t sound appealing right now.

“Today’s the day!” he chuckles, “gotta get up.” His hands reach down and squeeze your butt and he watches a smile creep over your face. “I know you’re awake now. I’ll resort to tickles if you don’t start moving.” Trying to smack his hands away you curl into a ball, hiding in the pillows. “Ok, I’m up! I’m up!”

The two of you change and head back to his apartment to shower and get ready. You only have to grab a few things before heading back to the store and checking it all over for the last time. You have a couple of hours before the doors open, so you head to the back to throw some things in the oven, hoping to have them as fresh as possible.

“Hey, baby?” You hear Bucky’s voice from outside the door and immediately panic at his tone. “Bucky.” You quickly head out and around the counter staring at him first before following his line of sight. The line of people outside has you muttering, “holy shit,” under your breath, grasping for Bucky’s hand before you turn to him.

His smile hits you like a ray of sunshine and before you know it, you’re kissing and hugging him and jumping up and down in his arms. “There must be 25 people out there already Buck!” He keeps smoothing his hands down your hair and rests his forehead to yours, “thank you. Thank you for everything.” Tracing his lips with your finger you kiss them softly, “Bucky, I love you. Now hurry, we gotta get the muffins and cookies out of the oven!”

Once everything is out and properly displayed you straighten a few cups hanging along the wall and attempt to check your hair in your phone. “Are we ready?” Bucky gives your hand one last squeeze before you make your way to the door. You can already see Steve, Peggy, Nat and Sam and right beside them is Grandma Betty. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears and when they land on you and Bucky you know you won’t be able to hold back your own.

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FOLLOWING - chapter fourteen

model!jaehyun x youtuber!reader • social media au

Jaehyun drops his phone into his lap, eyes taking the room in around him.

Soft, billowy curtains blow from the force of a table fan set up on the desk in the corner. It’s small, filled up with folders and loose papers, a couple books set up with spines facing out, a tiny teacup set on top spilling over with the leaves of some succulent. Above the desk are a couple shelves, holding even more books, a few picture frames, and another droopy leafed plant. Besides the shelves, and a few more photos, the walls are basically bare.

On the chair across from the bed, his pants are folded on top. As he rushes out of the bed, his leg slams into the nightstand, causing a photo to fall over. After struggling into his jeans (which he knows from experience he probably kicked off as soon as he landed on the bed and Johnny must’ve folded), he sets the frame back up properly.

Mark and you press your cheeks together, laughing all squinty-eyed into the camera. It’s a sweet picture. Jaehyun sighs at the familiar tug in his heart, a quiet curse following.

Voices draw him down a short hallway, and from the edge of the threshold into the rest of the apartment, he can see Johnny in the small kitchen, laughing while he cooks on a stovetop. On the other side of the kitchen sits a small table, three chairs around it. A dainty table cloth covers the top, a vase of big flowers in the middle. In the furthest chair from where Jaehyun is peeking into the room, you sit, laptop open in front of you, talking to Johnny in a mocking voice.

Your head turns toward the hallway, catching the shadow of Jaehyun as he rocks in place.

His eyes are focused on the living room, taking in your small home, so he doesn’t notice you watching him. You didn’t really understand this man. The very first time you met him, you thought he seemed sweet, harmless for sure. But after meeting him at that lunch, you were sure he was anything but. Johnny and Doyoung had tried to reassure you he wasn’t always such a dick, but even during the party he seemed to almost always have a scowl on his face. It wasn’t until he’d got properly wasted that you saw him smile.

Stalking through his Instagram feed told you he was much more popular than you’d been expecting. He really was handsome, gorgeous even. But looks meant nothing if someone’s personality didn’t measure up.

Jae whips his head back around, catching you staring. You both still, neither willing to break the tense moment first.

Then Johnny coughs, laughing when you jump in your seat. You send a glare before motioning Jaehyun into the room, pointing at the chairs around your table.

“Are you hungry? There’s coffee if you want any.”

Jae smiles softly, breathing out a sigh of relief as he heads over to the counter. “Thank you.”

Johnny smirks, enjoying how awkward the two of you are together. “How ya feelin’, Jae? Any headache this morning?”

He shoves Johnny’s shoulder, glowering at the back of his head. “Shut up. And no, I’m fine. Just really tired mostly.”

“That makes sense.” You take a sip of your own coffee, watching from the corner of your eye as Jaehyun takes a seat. “You were at the party until 3 am and Johnny said once you got here, you refused to sleep for about an hour.”

Jaehyun sighs, taking a rather large drink of his coffee. “Yeah, sounds about right.” He hesitates, letting the mug hover at the edge of his lips, before finally setting it down and clearing his throat. “So, um, I’m sure Johnny already did, but thank you for letting us stay. I know we were probably an inconvenience but it was nice of you anyway.”

You chuckle softly, looking toward Johnny whose shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. “It honestly wasn’t a problem at all. My couch is plenty comfortable and I’d rather you guys be somewhere safe than trying to navigate home that late at night.” You turn your eyes back down to your laptop and the thumbnail you’ve been editing for just over an hour.

The kitchen is quiet for a few moments, just the sound of you clicking around photoshop, Jaehyun setting his mug down, and Johnny beginning to plate the food he’s been cooking.

A peaceful atmosphere that gets interrupted by Johnny before even three minutes can pass.

“So, YN, what are you working on?”

You look up at your friend. Normally, you’d show him right away, but from the corner of your eye, you can see Jaehyun is also interested, and he’s the one person in the room that you don’t want to see.

“Uh, it’s just a thumbnail, but I won’t even be posting the video it goes to. So I guess it’s just practice.” You wave your hand around, trying to dispel the tension you’ve accidentally brought into the air.

“Why not?” Johnny sets the food down on the table, pulling out the last chair so he can drop himself on to it.

“Oh, um, well,” you take a deep breath. “There are just some people in the video that I don’t think would like it being posted. And I don’t wanna upset anyone or compromise their privacy, ya know?”

Johnny shrugs, reaching out to grab a piece of bacon from the big plate in the center of the table. “Ask them.”

You almost laugh. At this point, you’re completely avoiding Jaehyun’s eyes, choosing instead to stare at the software loaded on your computer. “I don’t want to bother them, Johnny.”

It’s quiet again, for all of 30 seconds before he scoots his chair closer to you and asks, “Can I see it at least?”

Before you can even get a response out, he turns your laptop toward him, looking over the thumbnail for a second, then bursts into laughter. “This is so good. Cmon, you have to use it! Jae, look.”

As you’re shaking your head, a panicked look on your face, Johnny moves your computer, showing the one person you really, really didn’t want to see.

You’re completely taken aback when Jaehyun actually lets out a laugh. Your eyes snap to his face, and as he looks over the picture loaded on your screen, he continues to laugh, pointing at little things that apparently he thinks are “so funny.” You almost jump out of your skin when he looks your way.

“What all happens in the video?”

“Oh, well, it’s the beer pong tournament. I was planning on editing out anything too crazy or inappropriate. But yeah, I just didn’t want to bother you or Yuta by asking if I could use the footage of you.”

Jaehyun leans back in the chair, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I think you should post it.”

Your eyes bug out of your head, and you think Johnny may be doing the same, both completely baffled by his response. “Really? You’re sure?”

Jaehyun shrugs, leaning forward to grab bacon, a slightly smug set to his features. “Yeah. And Yuta would love it.”

Johnny watches his friend, confused and mystified, but for the moment, he doesn’t say anything. He lets you celebrate your small victory, and he lets Jaehyun eat contentedly.

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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hi everyone. It's time for one of the most important chapters. Prepare yourself for more dreams, more unfortunate situations, and some real conversations! Hope you all enjoy. Also, there's mentioned homopobia in this chapter, so be aware before you progress.

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Chapter Seven - Resting

Day Six: Saturday

Metalicana had often talked to Gajeel about the culture of Dragons. He has explained folklore, rites of passage, and the day to day lives of people of the time. One such aspect of his culture which had always stayed with Gajeel was the Draconic perception of a soulmate.

Minn Maðr. My Person.

Gajeel had been told that every person had a specific group of people who they were destined for. A group of people linked to them by fate. Unlike other interpretations of soulmates, the Draconic culture didn't limit their relevance to a romantic partner. They could be a lover, a friend, or an enemy. Their influence on the person's life was only rivalled by the passion they would feel for each other. A Minn Maðr was someone who brought your emotions to a boil, and made your mind explode.

Everything about Freed had brought out the intensity inside of Gajeel. First, it had been rage. Then, something new. Something unfamiliar. Something that made Gajeel take note of Freed's smile, that made him worry about the demon living in his soul, that made him able to perform a fucking unison raid!

Maybe Metalicana was right? Maybe Freed was a Minn Maðr.

But they'd only really know each other for a week. Half of that week, they'd both been unwittingly influenced by a demon that was meant to make their moods shitty. He couldn't be sure of his own feelings. He couldn't be sure of anything when it came to Freed.

He really should listen to his own damn advice and not think too much about this.

Like that was easy! His magic had merged with a stranger, and left Freed covered in piercings. Gajeel hadn't exaggerated when he said he wouldn't be able to remove them; they looked like they were merged with his skin. Sure, Freed claimed he had a weird sense of excitement at what had happened and Gajeel felt the same way at the runes now on his body, but he couldn't know how Freed was actually reacting. Unless he was pushed to his limits, Freed was a pretty closed book.

Fuck, this wasn't helping. It was three in the morning, Gajeel was thrumming with energy even after doing sit-ups and push-ups for nearly an hour, and his mind was a mess. He jumped up from the floor, rolled his shoulders back and walked to the standing mirror and assessed his new look. He couldn't help but smile.

Did the runes mean anything? Did it matter?

Metalicana had also told Gajeel about his inner dragon. It wasn't a literal thing, like Freed's demon, but it did exist. It was like a voice in his head, or a gut instinct. Gajeel had learnt that he should listen to the dragon, and right then the dragon was preening with delight at the runes. Every time he looked at the runes, it felt like he'd been wrapped up in a blanket and given a mug of tea, but also like he'd had the best, roughest fuck of his life. It wrecked his body in an indescribably amazing way.

Standing naked, he wondered what it would be like if his whole body was covered in runes. It would be like Freed's magic was coiling around him, sending an undeniable message that he and Freed were linked. That thought was too damn appealing, and he would look hot as hell.

Maybe Freed would do it. Maybe he'd let Gajeel cover him in more piercings. Gods, the thought of getting more of his iron in the man made his cock pulse with excitement.

Fuck! How the hell were his feelings for Freed such a mess so suddenly?

Sleep would solve it all. He was tired, on a magic high, and it was messing with his mind. It didn't help that he hadn't jerked off in over a week, which was probably why his thoughts were so fucking horny. He just had to sleep, get himself off in the shower tomorrow morning, and deal with the issues as they came. That's what they said they would do, and if a guy like Freed - who Gajeel expected would overthink everything - could do that, then so could he.

As he patted his slightly sweating body down with a towel and slipped on his briefs, he looked to the overflowing bookcases that occupied his room. Freed really must have a lot of books, because he definitely had a study full of them and still had wall to ceiling shelves in his spare room, and Gajeel decided at least one of them would lull him to sleep.

One book, well worn and without dust, caught his eye.

It was a gay romance novel, and Gajeel smirked a little. Not only did it basically confirm Gajeel's suspicions that Freed liked men, it also told Gajeel that Freed was into the cheesy, cliche page-turning crap that was at odds with Freed's persona. That would be fun to piss him off about; just because they might be soulmates didn't mean Freed didn't need to be knocked on his ass from time to time.

He'd look fucking cute blushing. Gajeel wanted to make him blush. Make him squirm just a little. Then kiss him and make it all better.

That was a train of thought he couldn't explore, so he walked to his bed, got under the covers and started reading the well-worn book. He tried not to think too hard about the man gently snoring on the other side of the wall, and allowed the story printed before him to fill his mind and distract him from everything happening.

——

When Gajeel eventually woke, it was to three sharp raps on his bedroom door.

It took him a moment to remember where he was, and why. The comfortable mattress and pleasant natural light slipping in from the closed curtains certainly didn't belong in his dingy, back-alley apartment. He pushed himself off the too-comfortable pillow and looked around, the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee filling his senses and making his stomach grumble a little. He blinked away the sleep and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, then walked to the door when he remembered someone had knocked on it.

When he had gotten to sleep, it had been filled with dreams about Freed. Maybe reading a romance novel before bed, because his mind had been swimming with romantic cliches that his sleeping mind put Freed and him into. He'd dreamt about going to dinner together, dancing together, living together.

He'd been given a glimpse of what a life with Freed might be like, and it seemed great.

Not all of the dreams had been good, though. In one - nestled between the good dreams - he had been trapped in Freed's runes, unable to escape. Magnolia was nothing but rubble, with the bodies of his guild-mates scattered around in the destroyed buildings. Only a handful of the wizards remained, and they were all attacking Freed, trying to kill him.

Freed had been taken over by his demon. He had no control, and Gajeel couldn't help. He was trapped, forced to watch as the demon killed and destroyed. The remaining Fairy Tail mages were doing what they could, but they couldn't stop Freed.

Gajeel knew he should have been helping, but couldn't.

He wanted to break down the damn runes, smash through them and help Freed, because he was still in there dammit! He was trapped in his demon and scared and trying to fight back and if he could just get to him then Gajeel knew he could help. But he was trapped and forced to watch, unable to do anything no matter how much he was trying to destroy the walls around him.

Just before the dream had ended, the demon looked right at him. It smiled a sadistic smile, blood dripping down it's body, Freed's clothes torn off his body. They were all that remained of Freed, and it made Gajeel sick to watch.

"He's mine," The demon growled. "And I will have him."

Before Gajeel had been able to say anything - to tell the demon that there was no way in hell he or anyone in Fairy Tail would let it take Freed's body and use it for destruction - the dream ended. There was a moment, unknowable in length, where Gajeel still slept but didn't dream, and felt as though he was going to hurl. The darkness of his subconscious felt all consuming, and was suddenly replaced by a dream of him and Freed cooking side by side. The emotional whiplash would have fucked Gajeel up, but he was so desperate to forget the horrors of his dream that he buried himself fully in the dream and Freed's charming comments as they cooked.

Rather than allowing himself to drown in the implications of all those dreams, Gajeel shook his head awake and gently patted himself in the face. It was probably Freed on the other side of the door, and he couldn't see how messed up Gajeel was. More awake now, he opened the door.

Freed was crouched down, placing a plate of food and a mug of coffee on the floor. When he looked up, he was eye level with Gajeel's crotch, and Gajeel quickly realised he was wearing briefs and nothing else. If Freed's blush was anything to go by, he had noticed it too.

The blush was cute.

Fucking emotional whiplash. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this shit?

"Shit," Freed whispered, standing up again with the food still in his hands. He really did look good with a blush. Especially with the piercings. "Sorry. I didn't mean to- I made you breakfast."

"Thanks," Gajeel said, taking the food offered. "We ain't eatin' in the kitchen again?"

"I assumed you wanted some time alone," Freed's voice was intentionally calm, but his cheeks still tinged red. "Since you've been awake before me all week, I thought that you needed some time to yourself. I didn't want to intrude so I was going to leave it here but, well, you opened the door and so… well, you saw what happened, didn't you?"

Gajeel wanted to tease him, but instead said, "I ain't avoiding you. Just slept in."

"Oh, right," Freed said, voice a little quiet. "Perhaps I should have guessed, given-"

He cut himself off, and the way his eyes quickly roamed over Gajeel's sleep worn and half naked body made the dragon slayer smirk. It was clear he'd just gotten out of bed with how much of a mess he looked, and that was the point Freed probably wanted to make, but it was much for entertaining to imagine Freed had gotten distracted by his body.

Well, maybe he had, because his eyes were lingering on the arm with his runes on it. Gajeel couldn't pass up the chance to have a little fun, so flexed his arm as he ran his hand through his hair. Freed followed the movement, and turned red again when he noticed Gajeel smirking at him.

Oh yeah, he was gonna be making Freed a lot from now on.

If they spoke after the week ended. Gajeel hadn't considered the possibility that they wouldn't.

"Well, I should leave you to your morning routine," Freed spoke up again, gazing at the door frame rather than on Gajeel. He was biting his lip, and Gajeel grinned. "I'd recommend eating before you have a shower, I don't expect it would taste good cold. Although, don't feel the need to rush, we've pushed ourselves a lot this week and we will again tomorrow, so I thought today could be a rest day."

"Sounds good," Gajeel nodded a little. "If we ain't in a rush, I can eat with ya. You ain't eaten yet, right?"

"No, I haven't," Freed answered.

Gajeel reached for one of the robes hung on the back of the door and wrapped it around him, tying it tight around his waist. He made sure not to cover too much of his chest, just in case Freed wanted to sneak a peek at any point. He pulled a hair tie from his dresser and wrapped his mane up in a high ponytail, and stepped out of the bedroom, holding his plate of food again. Freed seemed a little shocked by Gajeel's actions - hopefully by his lack of clothes, too - but quickly recovered.

They started walking down the hallway, and Gajeel was given an unhindered view of Freed's ass. He filled his pants out excellently, and Gajeel couldn't help but keep looking back. He wondered what it looked like out of the clothes. Perfect, Gajeel was sure of that.

He really should have jerked off last night.

Still, it was too late to change things now, and given that it was right in front of him, he allowed himself to indulge. It was slightly humiliating when he was too engrossed by checking Freed out that he shoulder-barged a wall because he wasn't concentrating. It was even worse when he looked at Freed to see the man smirking at him, clearly amused. Had he caught him out?

That thought made Gajeel blush a little. He couldn't find the energy to be bothered by that.

They walked to Freed's kitchen, where another portion of eggs and bacon was sitting on the small table beside a mug of coffee. Gajeel placed his own meal at the seat opposite and sat down, his inner dragon almost purring at the intimacy of Freed sitting across from him. This really was a pretty sweet situation. Freed was a damn good cook, too.

As he ate, he kept glancing towards Freed. The man was fighting back yawns in an annoyingly cute way, while eating and sipping his coffee with a straight back and perfect posture. Perhaps Freed was showing manners because he had a guest, but Gajeel hoped that was how he always ate; Gajeel liked a man with quirks,

The overhead lights glinted on Freed's piercings, and Gajeel smiled. This was a pretty nice end to a week that had started off so shittily. Breakfast with a handsome man who was decorated with his iron, with the two of them just existing together.

He could get used to this.

——

"You wanna tell me where yer taking me," Gajeel asked, with a towel over his shoulder.

The afternoon was turning to evening, and Freed was guiding Gajeel through his back yard. They were going further than they had when fighting the mimic, and towards the mountains that the property backed on to. Gajeel had no idea where he was being taken, nor did he know why he needed a towel. Freed had been oddly evasive about what was happening.

All Gajeel had wanted was a bath. He didn't have one in his en-suite, so had asked Freed if he had one in the main bathroom. Freed had told him to follow him, and Gajeel had trusted him. Now, he was simply confused as to what was happening.

"You'll see soon enough," Freed said, still not answering the question.

He didn't push the subject, and frowned a little when Freed climbed some of the rocks, and squeezed himself between two boulders. Gajeel followed him, grunting a little as he pushed the two rocks aside and followed Freed through a small passage in the rocks, which was illuminated by the runes plastered onto the walls. He saw Freed ahead, and decided to remain quiet.

Before a minute had passed, they reached a clearing in the cave, and Gajeel halted a little in shock. The cave was as large as Freed's expansive yard, and most of it was submerged in water. Crystals decorated the walls, and when he looked up Gajeel could see through the mountain to the sky. It was an underground lake, but it felt almost ethereal in nature. Gajeel looked around in wonderment, taking steps forward.

"It's not exactly a bath," Freed said, and his eyes glowed. Runes that were planted around the lake came to life, and the water began to warm. "But it's close."

"You own this?" Gajeel asked, looking around still.

"Not technically, no," Freed laughed, and the gentle sound echoed through the cave. "But the only way in is part of my property, so I see it as mine."

"Fuck," Gajeel chuckled, which also bounced around in an echo. "Yer team are idiots," Freed frowned at that, and Gajeel grinned. "Yer house is amazing, you've got a space to train, and you've basically got a hot spring in yer back yard, and they didn't wanna live here? If I were them, I'd be beggin' ya to let me stay."

Freed smiled an honest smile, if only for a second. "They don't actually know about it."

"Really?"

"I quite enjoyed having the place to myself," Freed shrugged. "If they knew about it, they'd always be here. No doubt I'd always find them sneaking around my yard trying to come here without me knowing. Or maybe they would insist on being here when I wanted some time alone."

"Why d'ya show me then?" Gajeel frowned.

"I don't know," Freed thought for a moment. "Perhaps I'm a hypocrite."

"Maybe you are, but I ain't gonna complain," Gajeel grinned.

"I'll leave you to it," Freed said, apparently feeling like he had been dismissed. Gajeel didn't like that.

"I wouldn't mind some company," Gajeel shrugged. "If you ain't planning on doing something."

Freed considered. "I would enjoy that."

"Great," Gajeel grinned.

"I should get a towel, then," Freed shrugged. "It shouldn't take long, if you'll excuse me."

Freed walked towards the corridors, and once he had turned a corner a light purple lit up the space. Gajeel was pretty sure Freed had teleported back into the house, and grinned a little. Maybe he was wrong, but he was pretty sure that Freed was enthusiastic about this. Gajeel was too.

He removed his clothes pretty quickly, placing them on a dry stone before walking to the lake. He placed a foot in - the temperature was incredible - then climbed in entirely. There seemed to be natural seating carved into the stone, and he sat with his chest under the water.

Fuck, this was good. He was gonna have to convince Freed to let him do this again.

A minute or two after Gajeel had climbed into the water, Freed returned with a towel. He was still wearing his full outfit - coat included - and Gajeel pouted a little. The pout went away when Freed unbuckled the belt of the coat and removed it. Good, he hadn't changed his mind then.

As much as he wanted to watch the man strip, he wasn't going to be that much of a creep. He kept his eyes on the rocks opposite him, even if the sound of rustling fabric was torture. His resolve didn't last long, and he glanced towards Freed only for a second.

One mystery was solved. Freed's naked ass was fucking indescribable.

He looked away before Freed turned, and kept his gaze away from the very naked man as he climbed into the water. When he let out a satisfied groan, Gajeel had to clench his fists to stop himself from reacting. Freed naked, groaning and about ten feet away from him was too much temptation for any man. Gods, he had wanted a bath to relax. This was making him more tense, and he needed to distract himself from the naked man of his desires.

"Why d'ya dress like that?" He said before his better sense told him not to. Great, he'd insulted the man. Before Freed could get pissed at him, he continued speaking. "It ain't a bad look, you pull it off. Just meant it seems kinda restrictive for fighting," What a shitty excuse. "Sorry, I didn't wanna insult ya. It's just-"

"I'm not insulted, and you're not the first person to ask," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel turned to see the man looked quite amused.

And naked. Fuck, his muscle definition was to die for. Gajeel wanted to lick it all over.

"As for why I dress like I do, the simple answer is that I like it," Freed shrugged a little, lowering himself in the water so his shoulders were covered. "You can probably guess I grew up in aristocratic circles. I didn't particularly like my life when I was part of the elite, but I did enjoy the clothes. For a while, after I ran away, I dressed more conventionally. I saw it as rebellion, you see. But eventually I decided that I liked formalwear - that the clothes I left home with were some of my most prized possessions - and that I wouldn't allow my parents to take something else from me because I wanted to spite them."

"Makes sense," Gajeel agreed. He was quiet for a moment, but spoke again. "You don't sound like yer fond of yer parents."

"I detest them," Freed said with feeling. "They're bad people, and have done many bad things," He was quiet, before looking to the surface of the water. When he spoke again, he sounded sad. "They're the reason I was possessed."

"They possessed you?" Gajeel exclaimed, shocked.

"Not intentionally. Honestly, it's rather a funny story," Freed chuckled, and Gajeel looked at him as if he had grown another head. "Perhaps funny isn't the correct term. But it was a farce."

Gajeel wasn't sure how to react, so he stayed quiet.

"When I was fifteen, I met a boy. Charming fellow, a little rough around the edges at the time, but I fell head over heels for him," Freed chuckled, looking into the middle distance. "He would sneak into my house whenever he could. We started to date, you see. I suppose we were one-another's first loves, so we couldn't get enough of each other. We tried to keep our relationship a secret, but we got sloppy about it. My parents walked in on us kissing in my bedroom, and they weren't best pleased."

"Shit," Gajeel whispered. He couldn't exactly sympathise; Metalicana had stated often that a connection mattered more than a gender when it came to finding someone to love.

"They were religious, to an extreme degree," Freed explained, still looking away. "We had a chapel in the home, so the Gods would be present with us always. Well, they saw their only son with a man and saw it as an atrocity. They were cliche, almost. They spoke to our town's priest, who convinced them I had been possessed by a demon, and that I needed an exorcism."

"And he was right?" Gajeel asked.

"No. It was all bullshit. But this is where the farce comes," Freed laughed spitefully. "You see, an exorcism is like opening a door. If a demon lives in your soul, you open the door to shove it out. The issue is that, if a demon isn't living in your soul, you've opened the door for no reason. And that open door can allow something to slip in."

"So, they tried to exorcise you, and they let yer demon get inside you?" Gajeel summarised, and Freed nodded. "Fuckers."

"I suppose they didn't know what they were doing," Freed smiled ruefully. "Not with the demon, anyway. They seemed all too happy to bind me, cut me and burn me in the name of their faith," Gajeel gaped at him, and he laughed. "Exorcisms are rather brutal."

"Bastards," Gajeel growled.

"They are," Freed agreed. "The demon seemed to think so too, if it's any consolation. It took control immediately, you see, and attacked. It killed the priest, paralysed my father from the waist down, and blinded my mother in the right eye. It would have been a lot worse if it knew how to turn my body more demonic, as it was unfamiliar with how to control a human."

"Shame it couldn't kill 'em all," Gajeel grunted, but regretted it. He shouldn't have said that, but Freed didn't seem too bothered by the words. "You fight back against it?"

"I tried, but had no idea what to do," Freed sighed.

"So it took yer body on a rampage?"

"It would have, but it was stopped," Freed explained, absently playing with the water. "At this point, I should tell you that the boy I was seeing was Laxus. He had come to my town on a mission, we had met by chance and he visited most weekends. When my parents walked in on us, he refused to leave the town because he saw their reactions. He sensed the influx of magic so ran to my house to see if I was okay. He saw the demon and I suppose his instincts took over. As I said, the demon wasn't able to control a human body very well, so Laxus managed to defeat it before it could hurt anybody else."

"Were you okay?" Gajeel asked. "After it happened, I mean?"

"It was unusual. I was completely drained of magic so I didn't wake up for weeks. Laxus brought me to Fairy Tail, so Porlyusica was tending to me. She realised that the demon needed to feed off my energy, so stripped me of all the energy I didn't need. Essentially I was kept on the brink of death for a week," Freed looked a little sad. "They considered performing another exorcism, but with the lack of energy it might have killed me. And it was an untested treatment that could make things worse, so they didn't know what to do.

"Eventually they turned to the Wizard Saints, who said runic magic might help. The rune army came, wished to take me away but Makarov wouldn't let them. They wrote runes on my soul meant to suppress the demon. Eventually I was allowed to wake up, and the demon couldn't break free of the runes. Tentatively I was allowed more of my energy, and the demon still couldn't break out. When I was allowed to use magic again, I decided to learn runes so I wouldn't have to meet with the army weekly to replenish the spell. Slowly, I got used to it, and it became part of my life. My parents found me at some point, paid me to disown me and buy my silence, and I began life at Fairy Tail. Eventually, it became normal."

"Fuck," Gajeel breathed, not sure of what else to say. That was a lot of information Freed had trusted him with. He needed to be tactful, but that wasn't his expertise. "Must've been rough."

"It was, but then it got better," Freed shrugged, skin shimmering in the moonlight. "Sorry, I've rather brought down the mood, haven't I?"

"Ain't a problem," Gajeel assured him on instinct, because Freed was hurting and he didn't like that. Freed was still looking at the surface of the water, sad. He couldn't accept that, so spoke again with forced teasing. "So, you and Sparky were together, huh? You still screwing?"

"Gods no," Freed laughed at that, and it seemed genuine. "No. When I was recovering we didn't think it wise to be anything intimate. When I was at a place where I could try something, we had created a friendship we both cherished. We're better platonic than romantic," Freed glanced to Gajeel, smiling a little. "He wasn't my type, anyway."

"What's yer type?"

"Strong willed, principled, powerful. Essentially, I want a man more exciting than my job," Freed shrugged, then looked back to Gajeel for a moment. "A man who's able to set my world on fire."

"You ever found a guy like that?" Gajeel asked, voice a little hopeful.

"I could hardly tell you, where's the fun in that?" Freed laughed, spreading his arms against the edge of the lake. He didn't look away from Gajeel this time, and he was pretty sure Freed was checking him out. "What's your type?"

"Smart, capable, a guy with a great ass wouldn't hurt," Gajeel looked shamelessly at Freed, eyeing his abs through the rippling water. If Freed wanted to drop all pretence of not finding him hot, then he'd do the same. "Maybe a man who knows how to keep me in line when I'm being a dick. But I don't want a square."

"That's rather a contradiction," Freed smirked a little, and his tongue poked out for a moment. Gajeel decided he was going to pierce that tongue one day. "It'd be awfully hard to find a man like that."

"They're rare," Gajeel agreed.

"Have you ever found a man worth your time?"

"I ain't telling you if you ain't telling me," Gajeel laughed, crossing his arms and flexing his biceps.

Freed seemed to think for a moment, and Gajeel grinned. The energy between them had changed yet again, this time charged with a sexual edge. Maybe the change from the seriousness of their conversation to this was drastic, but it was also perfect. Gajeel was sure that Freed didn't tell people about his life if he didn't trust them, so him explaining his past was an expression of their relationship. It was Freed taking Gajeel's advice, accepting the unconventional nature of their relationship rather than thinking things through. He trusted Gajeel for no real reason, but the trust was there no matter what.

This was how the week was destined to end, Gajeel realised. The tension between them at the start of the week hadn't left, it had just changed. Their antagonist side had been replaced with desire. Desire for more, for something intimate and primal.

"What if I showed you?" Freed offered.

"Showed me?" Gajeel quirked an eyebrow. "How d'ya plan on doing that."

Freed didn't speak, but he stood up. Gajeel swallowed, breathless as he looked up at Freed's naked body. He was illuminated by the moonlight, looking beautiful in his nudity. His muscles rippled, hair clinging to his back and he slowly walked towards Gajeel. He was transfixed by the man, unable to look away from the ethereal draw the man had on him.

With slow, teasing movements, Freed lowered himself again. Gajeel let out a shuddering breath when Freed straddled him, cupping his jaw gently. They stared at each other for a moment, wonderstruck.

"You sure this is what you want?" Gajeel whispered.

"Yes," Freed whispered in return, smiling so beautifully that Gajeel couldn't look away. "So very sure."

They moved towards one another at the same time. Their heads tilted and their lips pressed together in a slow, perfect kiss. Freed's lips were rougher than they looked, and the way he melted into Gajeel was incredible. His movements were slow and addictive, and Gajeel wanted more.

His inner dragon was practically purring in delight, and Gajeel could feel his magic running through the runes on his arm. This was right. This was natural. This was inevitable.

His hands laced into Freed's hair, grinning when a little tug got Freed to moan. Their bodies were pressed tight, and Gajeel felt Freed's hand on his lower back, pushing him closer. They leaned further into the kiss, as close to a single being two men could be. Gajeel's eyes had closed in pleasure as he ran a hand down Freed's spine, and cupped his bare ass.

"Gods," Freed gasped when they pulled apart. "That was… Gods."

"Fuck I wanted to do that since the moment I saw ya," Gajeel said, and he wasn't lying. He hadn't realised it was what he'd always wanted to do, but it was obvious now. "Fuck yer amazin'."

"You're beautiful," Freed responded, still breathless.

They looked at each other for a moment, grinning at one another. Freed felt just as explosively alive as Gajeel did, the dragon-slayer was sure of that. This was how they belonged, and all of the fighting and posturing and self-doubting was just a bullshit distraction because they didn't know how to deal with the overwhelming need for each other.

Freed was his Minn Maðr. His person.

"If you'd like, I bet I can teleport us both to my room without breaking a kiss," Freed offered with a mischievous smile that sent Gajeel's blood alight. Gods, this man!

"Fuck yeah!" Gajeel said, unashamedly grinning.

As runes covered their naked bodies, Gajeel felt an overwhelming sense of rightness. As they hit the mattress, he let out a small 'Gihi.'

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[plush-anon]

You worked at joanns? 😍 dream job

In all fairness, a large part (and I do mean a LARGE part) of why I enjoyed working at Joanns were the managers.

The store manager was a guy named Richard, one of maybe two or three men who worked there total, and this man was practically a saint as far as retail goes.

This was a man who would, with no hesitation, get on the floor to help customers, or hop on the registers to check customers' purchases out, or pop on to the cutting counter to cut fabric. He remembered the names of regulars, would chat and smile while getting shit done, and was the type of guy to speak slowly and softly when we had shitstains explode at us measly peons for not giving them the full cost of an item back in a return (ex $200) when they used a coupon to purchase an item to begin with and only paid a portion of the cost (ex. $150). No joke, this actually happened to me on Black Friday with a man who stood at about 6 foot with a crewcut and a snarl (the military Karen, if you would)

Richard, of course, stood at about 6 foot 5 inches, and reminded me of a ginger grizzly bear in some ways. Very few customers continued to be assholes when they asked to speak to the manager and Richard came over, smiling wide. He encouraged us to chat with the customers while we worked the cutting counter - it was a good way to learn about what they were making, encouraged general conversation and lent itself to a better environment for everyone, worker and customer alike, so we weren't just awkwardly standing in silence the whole time.

The assistant store manager (aka his second in command - we had two other assistant managers, but she wielded more power than both of them) was Farrah, and she was basically Cool Wine Aunt, but with weed. She was open about smoking it (but not in a pressure-the-underlings kind of way, but more of a 'yeah, it calms me down' kind of way) but never on the clock, and was just really chill in general. She was also a 'jump on the registers' type of manager, and on occasion would take the closing staff out to get a drink from the texmex place next to us in the shopping center, and cover one for each of us - particularly during the Holiday Clusterfuck of October, November, and December (their Frozen Kahlua Mudlslide was my alcoholic drink of choice - they also had these spicy chicken strips that were amazing with it, but I digress).

Both of them were amazing people who would support and back us up without hesitation (if they weren't dealing with corporate or stock trucks coming in), and both routinely worked 15 to 20 hours UNPAID overtime during the Holiday Clusterfuck so that we the underlings could get more hours without Corporate jumping up our ass about going over budget.

They were also refreshingly upfront in our monthly meetings about profits and meeting them, as well as why company policy was the way it was, and how to work within the boundaries so we got more hours. One of my favorite moments was when they said the fabric sales essentially covered their own cost (production and delivery); the rest of the cheap crap in the store was what covered our paycheck and electricity, so hawk it as much as you can if you want extra in the bank (paraphrasing here, but that's not that far off what they actually said tbh).

With some Karen-y exceptions, the customers were honestly pretty chill. There were two women from a nearby church who bought well over 200 yards of cut fleece to make no-sew fleece blankets for children and the poor in December (it took forever to do, but they were so cheerful about it and told some funny anecdotes in between, kept the counter clear as soon as they were cut, etc. Took them three carts to haul everything to the register XD).

There was the slew of quilters making everything from baby blankets to anniversary gifts to quilts for their grandkids attending the local university that they could wear to football games in the colder weather, while still showing team pride. They always bought quarters and eighths and the end of the bolt for half price, digging thru our remnants bin for something they might have missed they could get for half price. They always talked about what they were working on, and spoke in great detail on their kids or cousins or niblings or grandkids. I saw so many pictures on phones, in wallets, and they loved them to absolute pieces.

There were cosplayers making their first costume to comicon, halloween goers trying their hand at making their own outfits, and a few furries making custom suits for order or just updating their own personal outfit. There were the usual school and church Christmas plays that needed costumes, and folks making custom table runners and place settings for family holiday meals.

One notable young man bought out 30+ yards of our 65" inch wide bolt felt for JEWELRY projects he was making as a part of his business and as a part of his art program (you can major in art with a concentration in jewelry making, and he was using it for that). He didn't leave a card, but the pictures he showed us were STUNNING.

We had a few elderly mothers come in with their daughters, to pick out fabrics so they could make their own wedding dresses, or quinceanera outfits, or veils; they showed us the patterns they had, or the pictures they were basing the designs off of, and all of them were STUNNING. (One came back in with the finished dress in the bag, this intricately beaded poofy dress that had to have taken days, hot pink and shiny).

We had local restaurant owners pop in for re-upholstery projects and curtains and vinyl; same with teachers and deck dads and furniture restoration workers that would gush about the design, what they had planned. Some would bicker with their spouses on the pattern, but it felt good-natured on the whole.

We had some elderly men come in to peer over our sewing machines - "How much it run for? My wife's birthday is coming up and her old machine's about done, and I want to surprise her. She had a Singer, but she hates the electronic screens on some of these newer ones, they hurt her eyes." - and moms coming in to sew some custom bed sheets for their kids - "My son really likes the new My Little Pony show, but he's a little shy about it. Do you think the blue's okay? Only he like yellow more, but they don't have any back there and he doesn't MIND blue really but - Actually scratch that, how wide is the fabric? My pattern says it needs to be at LEAST 22 inches wide, does it say on the box?" - and people coming up with some WILD craft ideas that were always a delight to hear them gush about - "So this MAY seem crazy, but I can turn these plastic pumpkin trick-or-treat pails into SNOWMEN heads with felt like this. We fill them with treats for the kids since we don't have a fireplace and they like it fine, but someone said I should sell these on Etsy and people really like them! But I've run out of pumpkins, and you have NO idea how happy I am that you guys still have some left."

The group we had to work with was also pretty crafty; a few were chronic call-outs, some a bit lazy, some perpetually done-with-this-nonsense, but we were mostly on the same page on shift, and all of us were crafty as heck. The employee discount was a blessing AND a curse, lemme tell you.

Stock was the best part, for me. Hours before the store opened at 9 AM, we would rip open the boxes and stuff everything onto the shelves, organizing anything the closing shift missed the night before along the way, updating new stickers or shuffling pegs over for new product arrangement, etc. We could listen to music or podcasts as we worked, and I ended up impressing some of them bc of how fast I tore through everything some mornings (the music definitely helped out there).

I was actually about to be promoted to assistant manager after 6 months, but then I got my job with the university, and they had federal health benefits AND dental, so... yeah, no contest there. Richard actually laughed when I told him I'd been hired at the university and was giving my two week notice, since it meant he didn't have to do the slew of paperwork that accompanied new assistant manager hires. He congratulated me on the job, especially the health benefits - he said that was a perk worth leaving any job here for. I nearly cried with relief that he wasn't mad.

He and Farrah chipped in and got me a small music box that plays Man of La Mancha's Dream the Impossible Dream on my last day. It still sits on my desk at work.

It was honestly my favorite retail job out of the bunch I've suffered through. Surprising at first, since I initially received a rejection email bare HOURS after my interview with Farrah, but about a month later (as I trawled endlessly through interview after interview, desperate for anything those first few months ), I got a call back from them asking if I was still interested (which I was, bc hey a job!). They remembered me specifically bc I had missed my bus to the interview, called ahead to let them know I would be late, then walked the whole way there in the rain to get there. (It was only about a mile and a half away, so not a terrible journey, but flooding is an issue in our flat-ass city; I looked like a drenched afghan hound holding a useless umbrella, so enjoy that imagery).

They were particularly impressed by the calling-ahead part.

Unfortunately, both of them ended up moving on to different paths over the year after I left - apparently they had been friends with benefits (? I say hesitantly, since I ran into one of my coworkers at an art show later on and she spilled the beans there - she was a bit flighty in nature though, and got caught up in gossip a LOT, so who knows. Lovely brocade custom projects though), and his ex girlfriend had called corporate on them and got both fired.

I think Farrah came back some time later, but the damage was done after that - the new manager came in and operated SOLELY to corporate policy. A LOT went to pieces in terms of store cleanliness, order, and general camaraderie after that - the new fabric counter folks look and sound dead inside, and barely interact with customers (not even a 'whatcha making' in passing, which is kind of sad - the stories I got helped to pass the time, and kept me from using up all of my Set Conversation Phrases for customers that actually WOULD leave us standing in silence). Corporate also stopped some of the smaller store policies that made our job easier and gave the customers a little something extra (the 'end-of-the-bolt' discount - if, after the customer orders say, 2 yards of fabric on the bolt, and there's say, a half yard "remnant" left on the bolt, we can sell them the remnant for half-price. A LOT of quilters LOVED this, and we did too, since it saved us from filling out the remnant tag and printing a sticker later on).

Just goes to show how important good management is in a business; especially when it can kick a store previously part of the top 50 stores in the NATION (while being a medium store at that - smaller place, NOT Hobby Lobby size like the Large stores) to something much less pleasant. I could be rose-goggling the situation thought - retail is still retail, no matter how nice some aspects are - but it still sticks with me as to how good he experience was even taking into account that it WAS minimum wage retail.

Food for thought, lads, food for thought.

#plush gets personal #joanns #joann fabrics #employment #retail hell #or well #not so much hell for this one #retail... purgatory? yeah that'll work