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imaginedanvrs · 4 months

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caught in a snare

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dark!wandanat x reader

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warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, mind reading, degrading, forced entry, mind control, bondage, non-con turned dub-con, oral (r giving), gun play, knife play, choking, threats of violence, inflicted violence, fingering (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), double penetration, anal

You were blissfully unaware of the forest green eyes that followed your every drunken move as you danced with your friends. If you were sober, maybe you would have caught on to the feeling of being watched by the redhead whose gaze was laid thick on you while you seemed oblivious to the world around you.

“Come on,” a brunette said to your observer as she returned to the bar. “This place is a dump and I'm not feeling it tonight,” she continued with disdain, her accent peaking through so briefly it would have been missed by anyone in the club listening in. “Nat,” she huffed when she noticed her girlfriend wasn't listening, too focused on the mass of bodies dancing in the barely lit room.

“Remember when you gave me shit for not getting you an anniversary present?” The redhead asked as she stared at the peak of skin between your jeans and shirt.

The brunette didn't answer, instead following Natasha’s gaze and swiftly finding the object of her attention. She hummed in acknowledgement, instantly becoming just as curious by you as they watched you blatantly ignore a stranger's advances so that you wouldn't miss a second of the song that was making the walls vibrate.

“The two in dresses are going to go to the toilets to fuck and the other one’s going to dance with the guy with the snake tattoo,” Natasha assessed.

“Well I'm sure she won't want to stay any longer by then,” Wanda mused as she took in your giddy smile.

As if on queue, one of your friends took the other by the hand with haste and dragged her through the club without a word to you. Meanwhile, your other friend began guiding her pursuer's hands to her hips, becoming quickly immersed in his touch. A few moments passed without you noticing your friends' engagements and Natasha tutted. Once it clicked, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

You scanned the room as you stopped moving, wondering where best to situate yourself as you got your bearings and felt all the alcohol you had consumed that night hit you at once. You were clearly disorientated as you stumbled through the crowd.

“Reckless thing, who knows who would snatch her up if we weren't here,” Natasha chided.

“Come on, маленький, come to us,” Wanda encouraged. You couldn't hear them several metres away, nor did Wanda use her telepathic aid, yet it was the bar you found yourself clinging to a minute later.

“Water please,” you asked the bartender, your speech slightly slurred. The pair advanced.

“You alright, honey?” Wanda enquired with a concerned smile. It was exactly what you needed to see at that moment.

“Yeah,” you replied, entirely unconvincing as you smiled anxiously at the pair.

“You look ready to go home,” Wanda continued.

“My friends are here,” you informed quickly. The older woman was right, you did want to go, but you needed to wait for them.

“But they're not here,” Natasha noted. You bit your lip as you searched the crowd for them, missing the glass of water placed in front of you. It vanished a second later.

“Let us help get you home, sweetie, it's not safe to be out on your own,” Wanda said. It was hard to deny her and perhaps if the pair weren't wearing their widow veils and you knew they were Avengers, you wouldn't have objected.

“I'm not on my own,” you insisted even though your friends were nowhere to be found. “Thank you but-” Wanda didn't have the patience to spend anymore time convincing you. It wasn't conversation the pair wanted from you.

“We're taking you home,” she stated, eyes flashing red so briefly that you passed it off as the strobe lights. Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place and a stress free, though still intoxicated, beam appeared on your lips

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

“You're something else,” Natasha muttered to her partner as she got up to lead the way. Wanda placed a gentle yet assertive hand on your waist and guided you to follow Natasha while she followed behind, her hand becoming firmer the more bodies you had to get through.

The fresh air that soon hit you did nothing to sober you up and only made you more disorientated, so much so that you were oblivious to the fact you three had left through a previously locked fire exit. You leaned back on Wanda when the alleyway you found yourself in started to spin.

“Woah,” you muttered. The two women shared a look as they helped you into their car. You didn't know you were in a flashy stingray, but when Natasha turned the car on you noticed the expensive interior and began to panic that you would throw up in it.

“Are you getting her address or shall I?” The brunette besides you asked. You frowned.

“It's twenty-”

“Shh,” Wanda assured, suddenly guiding your head into her lap. You were about to protest until you were struck with a sudden sense of peace, oblivious to the red whispered that danced around your head. You gave a contented sigh and simultaneously felt your drunken haze being lifted.

“I don't know your names,” you spoke out without alarm.

“I'm Wanda and that's Nat,” Wanda said sweetly. You really liked her.

“Like the Avengers?” You asked in awe and almost missed Nat's chuckle. “That's cool,” you muttered. The pair glanced at each other in the mirror with knowing smirks. “I'm y/n.”

“Pretty name,” Wanda commented as she tucked the hair behind your ear. “Pretty face,” she added. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at the attention and squirmed under her gaze. Wanda returned her firm hand to your hip and you stilled.

Pretty anniversary present, Natasha input.

Belated anniversary present, Wanda corrected.

Tell me she's not worth it.

Depends how well she takes the red one, Wanda mused. She felt Natasha's excitement at the concept but kept quiet to not distract from the Friday night streets.

Once they pulled up by your apartment, Wanda prompted for you to sit up and you thankfully did so without a wave of nausea hitting you. You weren't expecting the pair to follow you inside but simply put it down to two women helping another out, even if you were considerably less drunk than when they found you.

“Lifts broken and I'm on the third floor. You don't have to follow me up,” you informed the pair as you almost tripped on a step. Wanda gave you a look that told you they weren't going so you led the way, unaware of the eyes that flickered to your ass.

It was only once you were turning the keys in the lock and thanking the pair that your sense of caution returned. You, somehow, weren't drunk anymore and yet these women you didn't know were still lingering outside of your apartment.

“Really, I'd hate to keep you from continuing your night,” you said as you stood in the open doorway that you wanted closed.

“It's barely begun,” Wanda mumbled as she brought her hand to your temple. You made to step away from her touch but your entire body was suddenly trapped in a state of paralysis. “Go to your room and strip,” she whispered, the tenderness she had earlier possessed now gone. Another difference was when your body complied with the order, your mind screamed at you not to. You were overtaken with fear as you made your way through the small apartment and heard the door close as the pair wandered in behind you.

“Oh, malysh, you should really take better care of yourself,” Wanda commented in what you now knew to be a condescending tone. You felt your anger brew as you realised she was going through your belongings while you undressed for her.

“We'll do that for you,” Natasha suddenly spoke right behind you. She undid your bra and grazed her lips over your shoulder, smirking at the goosebumps that arose. “Be a good toy for her and maybe I'll play nice,” she whispered and you could do nothing to push her away.

“Oh, Nat, you're scaring the poor thing,” Wanda chuckled as they watched you obediently take your underwear off. The moment they were discarded, you were given a heavy shove that made you lean over the side of your bed while your knees hit the floor with a painful thud. You whimpered at the pain it ignited and heard a pitiful coo from one of the women as your chin was lifted. Your eyes widened at what you took in.

The two Avengers stood before you, rid of their clothes and masks and instead holding weapons. Wanda’s eyes were glowing red as she stared at you while her magic flowed freely from her fingers. The whisps flickered momentarily as you felt an intense pressure keep you down before it was listed for you to roam freely. Yet you wouldn’t dare, not when you knew what she could do along with the sinister handgun held at the redhead’s side.

“So you do have some smarts about you,” Wanda said, confirming the rumours that had circulated in the media months ago that she could read minds.

“”Here’s the deal, приятная вещь, you can behave and do exactly what we say,” the brunette explained as she sat herself at the head of your bed while Natasha grabbed at the back of your neck and hoisted you up to the space between Wanda’s spread legs. “Or we can make you,” she said just as the unforgiving steel of Natasha’s gun pressed into your bare back. “Either way…” she snaked her hand around to the hair at the back of your head and forced you to gaze down at her wet cunt. You wondered at what point in that twisted scene she had become so aroused, and why there was a growing ache between your own legs at the sight.

You weren’t blind to the fact that god clearly hadn’t spared them any favours in looks and that you, like many, had been crushing on the female Avengers for some time, but the situation they had put you in wasn’t right, so why did Wanda look so goddamn tempting?

It was wrong, it was immoral, it was altogether fucked up, but with a sharp tug to your hair, your mouth was on the brunette. The second you tasted her, you didn’t need the threat of repercussions to keep you in place. Your tongue delved between her pussy lips and the moan you heard in response sealed your place in their arrangement and your own fate.

“Fuck, you always have a good eye for them,” Wanda gasped.

“Anything for you, моя любовь,” Natasha winked back. “I know she’s your present, but I hope you don’t mind if I just…” You heard the redhead trail off but ignored the distant alarm bells in your mind to instead give all your attention to flicking your tongue across Wanda in an effort to savour and explore her.

You were pulled from your lustful trance when you felt a cold blade press against your hip. Your eyes snapped to Wanda in a silent plea only to see her features brighten with excitement.

“Just don’t go too deep this time,” Wanda chuckled as she watched the scene unfold with anticipation and pulled you in close enough that you could no longer catch her dark eyes.

At the first cut, you inevitably jumped and scrambled to get away from the glistening blade but you were held in place by one strong hand to your back. Kept still against the already stained bedsheets, you whimpered and cried pitifully as Natasha’s skilled hands littered cuts across you, leaving scarlet streaks in place.

“Don’t stop,” Natasha warned with a deeper strike. “I’m barely touching you,” she huffed disapprovingly, pausing to let you recover and continue. You did so tentatively, waiting for the next sting to be inflicted but several minutes passed with the redhead merely tracing your skin with the back of her knife and you soon became fixated on Wanda again.

The cuts stung, but so did your scalp every time the brunette tugged and eventually those sensations entwined in the turmoil and were pushed to the background as Wanda’s pulsing clit became centre stage. The muscles of her thighs clamped around your head as her breathy moans and curses filled the room.

“Such a good fucking mouth she’s got on her,” the brunette spoke and though it wasn’t directed at you, you flushed with pride.

Wanda came with an ecstatic cry and you swore that the taste of her cum was worth every cut that had littered across you. You missed Natasha’s approving hum at the sight, too caught up in making sure you didn’t miss a drop of her girlfriend. You swirled your tongue everywhere you could reach until Wanda was pushing you away. You whined.

“Greedy thing,” Wanda tutted with amusement, gripping your chin.

“I can’t blame her,” Natasha muttered, suddenly leaning over your body to your raised chin where, instead of kissing you, she licked the wetness that had gathered just below your lips.

“Let me watch you, Nat,” Wanda said as she watched you shift uncomfortably. “Give me a show.” You frowned, not understanding what the younger Avenger meant but apparently Natasha did. She wrapped her hand around the front of your throat and pulled you back with her until your calves were by your sides and your back was flat against Natasha’s front.

“So fragile,” the redhead commented as her hand previously on your neck travelled down gradually. She nipped along your shoulder and neck as she explored your stomach and squeezed your tits. Your breath hitched and you tried to move your neck away from Natasha’s markings but she easily overpowered you.

“If you keep squirming like that you might make my finger slip,” Natasha tutted as she tapped her gun against your stomach, her finger ready on the trigger.

“Please,” you whimpered as the redhead trailed her gun across you, settling it under your chin. Your throat briefly skimmed it when you swallowed your nerves.

“Please what, malysh?” Wanda asked. You looked at her with a plea that got stuck in your mouth the moment you took in how she was touching herself. “Go on,” she encouraged as she rubbed her swollen clit.

“She wants to hear you beg,” Natasha whispered to you, her free hand settling between your legs where she found your cunt to be as wet as her partner’s. “Do it,” Natasha ordered with a firm press of her weapon, adamant on seeing her present perform as she was expected to.

“Please don’t kill me,” you rushed out. Both women chuckled, seemingly not taking your request seriously in the slightest.

“That’s not what you really want to beg for,” Wanda said, teasing her entrance with two fingers. Your own pussy throbbed as Natasha’s digits ghosted over your neglected clit. “Beg her to fuck you,” she said, eyes dangerously dark.

“I…I don’t- ah!” You exclaimed as Natasha pressed hard on your clit and rubbed tight circles. “Fuck,” you cursed as you fought against your desires, inevitably loosing when you heard the redhead cock her gun. “Please fuck me,” you whimpered.

“I didn’t catch that,” Wanda smirked.

“Please fuck me!” You begged as Natasha’s rough fingers were stripped away.

“Why?” She mused as she dragged her wet nails down your stomach.

“Because-” you hissed. “Because I need it, please!” You cried out, unable to distinguish if it was a plea for your life or for your pleasure.

“There it is,” Natasha smirked to her partner as she pushed three fingers in without warning. You were wet enough to take them, but the ache of the stretch was still very much present. “Fuck, what a tight slut,” the redhead chuckled as she thrust her fingers into your depths with persistence. You whined at the sting as Natasha scissored her digits against your soft walls, thumbing at your clit as you squirmed.

“You’re driving the pretty whore crazy, Natty,” Wanda moaned as she fingered herself steadily at the sight. “Does that feel good, detka?”

“So good!” You moaned without hesitation, resting your head back on Natasha’s shoulder. She tossed the gun to the side and picked up her knife as she thrust her fingers wildly, bringing the shining blade up to your neck. You could hardly register it. You were so intoxicated with the feeling of the woman behind you filling you up, but the hot sting across your neck was prominent.

Your hands pinned between your bodies struggled to free themselves and grab at the knife, no matter how futile, but Natasha’s body didn't budge and your hands remained trapped. Luckily, the redhead didn’t linger too long on your neck and planted small cuts back down your torso. Though at that time, they bothered you far less.

“She looks so good like that,” Wanda groaned when you winced amongst the pleasure. “More,” she demanded and suddenly the cuts were deeper. A sob was dragged from your throat and Natasha merely fingered you harder in response.

“I can feel you gripping my fingers,” Natasha husked. “Don’t you dare cum before her,” she warned as she placed her knife against your throat again. You whined desperately in protest, unsure if you were going to be able to hold off much longer, especially when the redhead deliberately pressed against the spot that made your world spin.

“I can’t…I need- please!” You exclaimed as you struggled, giving Wanda the most pleading look you could manage.

“Poor thing,” Wanda mused as she fucked herself knuckle deep, letting you glimpse how soaked she was everytime she pulled them out. “You want me to cum?” She asked with a pout.

“Please,” you sobbed.

“Please,” Natasha mocked, curling her fingers harder.

Wanda came again with a low moan, shuddering against your headboard as she thrust her digits steadily through her orgasm. You thought that you yourself were seconds away from your own relief but the sadistic redhead withdrew her fingers and forced you to continue to watch the pleasure you were deprived of. You almost protested when you saw Wanda’s blissed smile but wisely restricted it to a needy whine.

“What’s the matter, love? You wanted to cum too?” Wanda asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah,” you said, voice hoarse.

“You think you can manage that?” Wanda questioned as her fingertips produced a red glow until a blood red dildo appeared between the Sokovian’s legs securely. Similarly, you felt something obnoxious prod into your back from Natasha. Your eyes widened as you took in the large toy, recognising that you had never taken anything nearly that big before. Most likely hearing your thoughts, Wanda stroked the toy several times, as though giving you a preview of how it was going to stretch.

“Don’t worry, it’ll help that you’re fucking soaked,” Natasha chuckled. A red glow appeared again though that time Wanda wrapped her magic around your body as she lay on her back and draped you over her with only your ass in the air for Natasha to grab.

“Wait,” you stammered when the toy brushed past your clit and teased your hole. Feeling the wide head spread your lips apart, you looked to Wanda to plead for more preparation but you didn’t get the chance because the redhead was forcing you down.

The stretch was unforgiving in its pressure and burn, forcing your soft walls apart with every inch it took. It filled you up in its entirety as Wanda guided your open mouth to her nipples where your moans became muffled and your eyes fluttered closed dutifully.

“Almost in, you just need your slutty holes filled by us, don’t you?” Wanda asked as she stroked your hair, a stark contrast to her words and the actions of her girlfriend who was forcing her inside you. “You just have to lay pretty and take it,” she said as the rest of the toy was shoved into your cunt.

“There you go,” Natasha hummed.

“Hurts,” you wheezed before your mouth was forced back around the Sokovian’s nipples.

“But it feels so good too, doesn’t it?” Wanda cooed as she lifted you off of the strap on only to slam you back down as she began to thrust. In your position, she could only pull out half way but it meant that the stretch lingered for longer while the pleasure emerged.

Once you were all consumed in the bliss of Wanda fucking your throbbing pussy, you jumped as Natasha spit on your ass and let it dribble down until it reached your tightest hole. You whined when she grazed her thumb over your ass, letting it hover in the anticipation of what you knew she was about to do and didn’t quite want to stop.

Natasha pushed her thumb past your ring just as Wanda filled you up with her fake cock and you let her nipple go with a gasp, clawing at the bedsheets around you to help adjust to the intrusion. “Fuck!” You groaned as the redhead toyed with your ass. She flexed and pumped her thumb inside you several times before replacing it with two fingers that had you spinning.

“So fucking tight,” Natasha grunted. “Feel it, Wand.” You didn’t understand what that meant and you missed the red hues covering Wanda’s iris as she peaked into her partner’s mind to experience what she felt, cursing at the ghost sensations around her fingers.

“Ruin her for me, Natty,” Wanda encouraged with twisted adoration and began fucking your cunt with a refreshed vigour you weren’t prepared for. In that same split second, Natasha pulled her fingers out and pushed her strap against your ass, gripping your hips harshly as her cock stretched you open.

“Too much,” you protested but the redhead merely pushed your face into the bed and used it as better means to fuck you with. Suddenly, you were more full than you ever could have imagined as both your cunt and your ass were stuffed with the older women’s cocks while you lay weak against them.

Natasha spit on her dildo as she dragged the toy out of you, stroking it several times before pushing it back in entirely. Tears soaked your bedsheets at what you could’ve sworn felt like being split open to accompany the redhead’s toy down to the base with her hips flush against you.

The moment they began thrusting together, you crumbled, unable to handle the force they used to fuck you or the fact that it felt so fucking good. Your moans were incoherent against the bed but no one seemed to care when the wet sounds from your cunt spoke loud enough for you.

“Such a good fucktoy,” Natasha groaned as she snapped her hips against you. “Happy anniversary, moya lyubov,” she grinned, pushing your head down further as she leant over you to embrace her girlfriend in a heated kiss you hardly registered. Their pace didn’t falter as they made out over you, continuing to pump themselves into your holes harder.

You couldn’t even move between the pair. You were trapped between their overpowering frames as they thrust as deep as they could each time and rubbed every nerve enough to make your body weaker by the second. You were consumed by them, all together entangled in the mess of twisted pleasure you only became more lost in until you reached the point of no return. You couldn’t communicate this to the pair but luckily one of them was already in your head.

“Cum, sweet thing,” Wanda coaxed. “Show us how much of a desperate slut you really are.” With that, you tripped and stumbled over the edge in a disorientated blur, falling blissfully through the air until you were slumped right back in that bed with the two Avengers who showed no signs of stopping.

“I can’t,” you tried to tell them, yet you did just moments later.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Wanda whispered against your ear as she slowed her pace for you to be able to process her words. “We’re just getting started,” she told you when an unrelenting pressure started around your neck once more.

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corollaservant · 17 days

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Retail Therapy // Dabi x f!reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Synopsis: Working as a sales assistant in a high end sneaker shop is boring. But you're about to be taught otherwise.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, degradation, humiliation, vaginal and oral sex, illegal recording, mentions of crimes, ableist remarks (not from reader), harassment, dumbification

A/N: idk how I thought of LoV as streamers (but not like gamers). Thank you to the anon who approved:)

Another boring day at work. But honestly, what were you expecting?

You didn’t know anyone who had fun working in retail. Not that this would be your job forever, as you planned on quitting and you know, try something else. Dropping out of college may have not been a smart move but you were confident that you’d find your path, somewhere, sometime. The store was never busy, the pricing and interior design repelling most passers-by and only attracting a couple influencer kids (you often laughed at the term) accompanied by their rich parents or a few unknown athletes in an effort to buy designer and make a better name for themselves. High end clients never showed up in person, they had no reason to, no one shopped at boutiques anymore, all the more sneaker ones.

You would often kill time by watching stuff online (who didn’t), looking at the latest socialite news in various media outlets, the world was going downhill, you thought, as you absentmindedly sipped from your water bottle, articles writing about villains, social pariahs, as they’d branded them, parading power by killing innocent civilians ‘for the fun of it’.

Your thoughts were interrupted when two shadows at the door caused you to look up. Customers? No way. Your heart stopped for a second thinking to yourself what kind of a twisted game of fate this was, as both walked through the door. Who didn’t fucking know them, Dabi and his subordinate, the man he had on a leash even though he was the supposed boss, Shigaraki Tomura. What the fuck where they doing here?

The taller man, which you knew was Dabi, wore a dark blue jacket with its collars ripped and matching pants that cut off above his ankles while his patched purple skin stood out. Surgically attached staples (or where these piercings?) moved when he smiled. Despite the menacing appearance, you had to admit he looked quite.. elegant? His shorter companion didn't fail to catch your eye either, a hood pulled low over his face wearing a miserable plain outfit. Under other circumstances, you’d throw pathetic guys like them in a second out the establishment, the store wasn’t a charity but you quickly reconsidered once you remembered the recent streaming they made. Shigaraki filmed Dabi burning up a whole forest just to kill some time as they laughed. Problem was they had accidentally murdered some poor people on a picnic, who they’d later find and film, joking about how ‘today was not the day for a picnic, guys’. The two guys would livestream the whole thing on various platforms, other times they’d upload it later on a channel they owned under an alias, where perverse comments encouraged and gave them both views. They obviously had a clear immoral viewpoint on heroes (they despised the filth society had created on false pretense) and never failed to shout it even louder.

‘’Hello, sweetheart.’’ Dabi greeted you, approaching the register. His loyal dog followed close, hands in his pockets and a sly smile.

‘’Me and my..friend would like to check out a few shoes today, we’re feeling generous.’’ he continued.

You regained composure and stammered a ‘’yes, sure’’ as they looked at you, Dabi's eyes diverting to look at your work uniform, a blazer with exposed bust and a tight pencil skirt (yeah yeah you knew this was a high end sneaker store but rules were rules and you had to attract the filthy rich men somehow – manager's words, not yours).

‘’W-what would you guys like to see?’’ you were stammered, the proximity not helping.

‘’Sweetie got a speech impediment?’’ Shigaraki said directly to your face before Dabi interrupted.

‘’Don’t listen to this asshole, he isn’t getting any so he’s always pissed off.’’ to which the first scowled but remained silent.

Dabi seemed.. kind? You thought as you looked at him and shyly moved to the display shelves.

‘’S-so, could you guys tell me what you’re looking for exactly?’’ You couldn’t believe these two had to come to your place for fucking shoes, somehow the thought of villains having to buy clothes had never really crossed your mind.

‘’We don’t fucking care, sweetheart’’ Dabi said looking directly at your fluttering from anxiety chest and eyeing your tits. Such a pervert, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

The whole time Shigaraki was on his phone, which he held in a bizzare way, it was known his quirk involved his hands but you never bothered to care, both these guys were murderous and you possessed no ‘quirk’ whatsoever so it really wouldn’t matter if it came down to physical altercations.

‘’We have t-these ones’’ you lifted your arm up to show Dabi a new pair you got in last week as his eyes traveled to your bent ass, skirt accentuating the curves even more, as he smirked to himself.

‘’T-they collaborated two brands for this.’’ you murmured, not sure he heard you. His presence made you anxious, you knew what he was capable of and definitely wanted to live another day.

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Dabi said. ‘’How much do these cost? They’re fucking ugly.’’

You opened your mouth to retort but settled with a ‘’T-two grand.’’ which came off unsure and hesitant.

‘’These are dead. Two grand for these abominations? Hey Shiggy, come look!’’ he told the man who had been too consumed with his phone to listen to the conversation.

‘’Look at that shit man, can you believe trash heroes buy that for two grand?’’ he asked as the latter lifted his gaze.

‘’Yeah I really don’t give a fuck, buy your shit and go, I have content to upload.’’

‘’Please excuse him, baby, he’s just a weirdo who gets off on livestreaming the people he decays, don’t worry we won’t take long.’’

Decaying? Livestreams? And why did he call you baby? These guys had to be joking, they were openly talking about murdering people for fun and you suddenly felt sick, your stomach with its contents turned over.

You had been silent, looking at them in horror, while Dabi broke the silence.

‘’Awwh, c’mon now, I’ll be nice. I think I might like these.’’ he said and pointed to a pair of black plain sneakers, they’d suit him, you thought despite the predicament.

You must’ve not reacted at all so he spoke again:

‘’Are you slow, sweetheart? I said I want to try these on, in 15’’ in a tone that made you immediately snap out of your thoughts and take a step back, he felt too close through your peripherals.

‘’L-let me check in the b-back for you guys’’ you apologetically mewled as you backtracked, you couldn’t even turn around but somehow got to the storage room. Fuck, you thought, of course he had to be wearing one of the largest freaking sizes, your store never brought these as no one ever bought them, what was he, a fucking giant? You were frantically searching through storage drawers and basically anything scattered you could find across the room but with no success, the pair was sold out (was a basic choice) and the sizing available was 13 and below. Shit, you cursed, as you were about to exit, when you saw two figures at the door startling you.

‘’What’s taking you so long? Lost in the hallway?’’ Dabi mocks, as Shigaraki snorts.

‘’I- i- couldn’t f-find the ones you’re looking for’’ you avert your eyes as you utter the words and Dabi’s smirk wavers as he stares at you.

‘’What does that mean, baby?’’ he asks, as he inches closer. ‘’You should be grateful I even chose this shitty store in the first place. It’s not enough you charge poor customers two grand for shoes I can find in the dumpster, now you’re telling me you don’t have the one pair I actually liked?’’ he raises his tone as he has you practically pinned against the door. You could’ve sworn the other guy's laughing but the room’s spinning and you try to take a deep breath.

‘’I- i’m sorry, guys, p-please let me try to find s-something else- for you, I-’’

‘’No, I think you can just shut the fuck up now, sweetheart. I don’t want excuses from that dumb mouth of yours’’ His words hurt as you try blinking your tears away, it used to help but not when they’re flooding your eyes like a stream anyway. You feel like this could actually be your end and matter of fact, anyone would know soon enough, as you’d probably also get livestreamed while they’re at it.

‘’Soo.. let me get this straight, you can’t find a proper excuse, you don’t have my shoes, you make me and Tomura wait while you're blabbering some bullshit and you scam stupid cunts for money. Does your boss know he’s hired the dumbest whore on the planet? Or do you fuck him to keep your job? Shame truly, all this for a shitty job, you reaally gotta be desperate.’’ he says and now the tears are well formed and fall from your eyes, as you sob– you literally sob, ashamed and hurt, these men didn't even know you and here they were throwing words around because of a pair of fucking shoes, you feel disgusting, useless and embarrassed, as you choke out some ‘’im s-sorry’’s and apologize profusely.

None of them seem to care about your tears or your stuffed nose, snots falling on your chest and staining the work blazer and Dabi continues in an amused tone.

‘’Stop crying, it's pathetic. Be of use instead, will you?’’ he sighs and signals to Shigaraki, who had been watching his phone intently the whole time, to come close.

‘’Tomura, how do you think bitches like her pay when they can’t satisfy my needs?’’ he asks the man, who contemplates for a second, kind of clueless and annoyed, interrupted from the live streaming of the rest of the LoV.

‘’Ugh.. I don't know, kill her? Listen man, we don’t have much time, we have to go meet the rest, so whatever you want to do, make it quick, I want to show my face in Toga’s stream, she has too many hot bitches watching her.’’ he sighs.

This man is out of his mind.

‘’Shiggy you fucking incel, it’s not like you’re going to fuck any of them, so how about you put your scrambled decayed brain to good use?’’ Dabi responds, all while you’re looking at the exchange horrified, where the fuck is this going?

‘’Well, since apparently I’m the smart one here, I’ll tell you both how this is gonna end up.’’ Dabi exhales, he sounds bored but his eyes gleam, he seems amused. ‘’You can’t offer me my shoes? You offer me your body, it’s not like you have anything else going on for you anyways. I fuck you and your little cunt and you’’ he turns his attention to Shigaraki, ‘’you’re going to film the whole fucking thing. Should grant you enough pussy, once I let you participate.’’

You want to scream, you really do. But there’s no words coming out, the phone’s too far away, the storage room hidden in plain sight and there’s two guys ganging up on you so what’s the only thing you do? Beg.

‘’P-please, Dabi, I can- I can help you find something else, we have-’’ you blabber but he cuts you off.

‘’Wow doll, surprised your dumb brain memorized the name. But I don’t blame you, I would too.’’ He’s inching closer to you as you backtrack, each step he takes leads you towards the end of the room, the closet touches your back as you’re pinned under him, touching the shelves.

‘’Got the camera on?’’ he tells Shigaraki, without turning to look at him, while the latter scoffs.

‘’Yeah, all set’’ he says, you can see him holding his phone and wait impatiently.

‘’Now’’ Dabi says, ‘’take that nasty shirt off, God, who dresses whores like you up? Tits out and everything for the public to see.’’ he says as your shaking hands start unbuttoning the work blazer, you had no shirt under it, it was a hot day and you hadn’t bothered, it’s not like customers were frequent.

He’s so close to you that your arms touch on his shirt as you slowly remove it and it falls down your shoulders, your bare tits in full display not just for him but for Shigaraki’s camera to film as well. His eyes rake you up and down, your cheeks stained with tears, your hair disheveled and flying all over as your tits bounce on your chest, rising and falling from anxiety. It’s swift, but you notice how his turquoise eyes widen– not a lot since they’re heavy lidded and half patched– to the sight of your tits.

‘’Fuck, these look nice’’ he comments as he brings up both hands to grope them while you gasp. His hands are not as cold as you expected, they’re large, slender and painted black as he starts circling his wrists while still at a fair distance. You moan and he smirks, Shigaraki switching spots to get a better angle.

Dabi closes the distance as his face is on yours, his breath on your mouth and you close your eyes when he laughs.

‘’Awhh, did you think I’d kiss you?’’ he says as you whimper frustrated but he continues ‘’Whores like you don’t deserve kisses.’’ He grabs your skirt with both hands and aggressively lowers it.

His words cut deep and you fight the urge to let another stream of tears fall down your face, you’d been called names in the past, but the way he talked intimidated and upset you way more than anyone before. Unbeknownst to him, your felt your panties soaked, his hands on your tits had turned you on, the thought of you being like this disgusted you. You really were pathetic and he’d soon find out.

His hands cupped your clothed cunt as you moaned ‘’D-dabi, please’’ to which a voice from the back laughed, you had completely forgotten about Shigaraki, the fact that he was watching (and filming) making you want to vomit.

‘’Baby, please shut the fuck up.’’ Dabi said as he moved to your left and continued ‘’Tomura, are you getting this?’’ but at this point Tomura was not only getting it but holding the phone with one hand while the other rubbed his hard-on.

Dabi moves your panties to the side, almost ripping them apart and pushes two fingers without warning in your lubricated cunt as you choke on a moan, his fingers feel so good around you and he knows how to move them inside, working his way deeper, while they’re already long.

‘’Man, you’re not gonna believe how wet she is.’’ he tells Tomura, who hums and strokes his clothed cock, his phone shaking in his hand.

You’re being moved up and down the shelves, his fingers penetrating your cunt with force as you feel the pressure in your core build up, you think about fucking yourself on his fingers, grinding up and down but he brings his other hand to your neck and chokes you unfortunately with precision, blocking your airway immediately: ‘’Don’t think you get to decide when to cum.’’ he says and he removes his stained hands, your arousal is brought to your face as he turns around and proudly shows the camera.

‘’Look at this retail cockwhore guys, pussy dripping from two men she couldn’t sell shoes to!’’ he brags and you crumble, embarrassed and desperate for an end.

‘’D-dabi, p-please don’t say that’’ you mewl and he looks at you with pity.

‘Say what? The fucking truth? Aren’t you a little cumslut, yes or no?’’

‘’I- I - am n-not-’’

‘’I said, are you or aren’t you my little cumslut, yes - or - no?’’ he orders as you notice something small and blue igniting from his fingertips and you freeze.

‘’Say it’’ he orders.

‘’I- i am’’ you brokenly murmur, but he needs all the words.

‘’You’re what?’’

‘’Y-your cumslut’’ you're shaking not wanting to believe this ordeal.

‘’I need the name too, camera's on you know’’. he says again, his patience wearing thin.

‘’I-i-am--Dabi’s cumslut’’ you look at the camera and with that he finally snaps, turning you over and grabbing you by the waist, his wet fingers touch your lower back, ass to his erection, as he spanks you and you flinch.

‘’Good, now let’s show everyone how good cumsluts like you get fucked’’ he smirks as he unzips his pants and brings his cock in between your folds.

The sensation is intoxicating, your heat and his pre leaking in between you while your hands are stretched to touch a shelf you can’t reach.

‘’Make sure you’re getting this’’ is all Dabi says before pushing his cock inside you as you let out a sharp cry, he’s too big and you can’t take him at once, a shooting pain up your entrance as he starts thrusting at a steady pace.

‘’P-please ‘s too much, s-slow d-down’’ you yell behind you but he doesn’t seem to be giving a fuck, as he grabs your hips harshly and pushes his angry cockhead with hatred all the way up inside you, your pussy stretching to accommodate him and his length and you thank his fingers for the prior lubrication and mess they made in your cunt.

‘’Fuuck, feels too good’’ he groans as he rams into you, you hear a sudden whimper and look around to see Shigaraki with his cock out, moving his fist up and down his length, a phone still on his hands while his eyes are fixated on the spectacle.

You don’t have time to beg for him to stop filming because Dabi’s slender fingers are toying with your clit, his cock ripping apart your insides and digits finding the bundle of nerves with ease. He teases your clit, not harshly, as his cock does that for you, but in light strokes, like he’s trying to tickle you and you feel yourself tremble, your cunt twitches and he feels it as he groans ‘’Shit, you’re tight, too? Who would’ve expected it, huh’’ as Shigaraki is starting his commentary on camera.

‘’Take a look guys, this is probably the biggest cockwhore we’ve seen, look closer! getting her loose cunt fucked like that.’’ while Dabi huffs, skin slapping sounds reverberate through the small room, as he continues his pace, cock disappearing in between your folds.

‘’Man, shut the fuck up.’’ he tells the guy behind him, ‘’her pussy’s tight as shit..or maybe I just have a big cock.’’ he says and you moan, he’s becoming harsher, his cruel words only cause more arousal, you can’t deny the pleasure he’s giving you, each time he belittles you or Shigaraki for the matter. You feel yourself tense around his length and while you can’t see him, you imagine him drinking in your desperate arched back, frustrated whines and pathetic attempts to sink down his cock – even though you know damn well he’s the one setting the pace.

‘’Hey, Shiggy..’’ Dabi groans, ‘’want me to let the whore fuck herself on my cock? She seems so eager.’’ he tells Tomura, who at this point is solely focused on your ass sinking up and down Dabi’s cock.

‘’S-sure..’’ he breathes out, too horny to care.

Dabi stops moving, cock hard and still inside you –stretching out your cunt regardless, as you pant frustrated. You’d been so close and he stopped once again. Fuck it, you think, you need to get your release somehow.

You take a deep breath and start your tantalizing moves with his length throbbing in your walls, you move and grind your hips back and forth as Dabi hisses, his hands dig in your ass, a pain from a metal on your hips, you’d definitely have marks tomorrow but it feels too good and he lets you, which surprises you.

‘’D-dabi, is she good?’’ a voice calls from behind but Dabi doesn’t answer, he just lets you do your work as you increase your pace, your legs are about to fail you but you raise yourself up and grip whatever you can find in front of you as chokes escape your mouth. You think you might make yourself cum and he must be on the verge too, because he grabs you by the hair and shoves his cock all the way up your cunt, leaving you breathless as he spits a ‘’enough’’ and starts drilling himself inside at his own relentless pace.

You’re feeling numb beyond your core, repetitive thrusts and a heating sensation building up and you suddenly wish for his hands on your clit so you beg. Again.

‘’D-dabi, please, agh t–touch me..there.’’

‘’Beggars can’t be choosers, baby.’’ he smirks, breaths ragged as he plunges his cock into you, the perfect motion for your pussy to clench and while he acted all tough, a hand is back on the swollen nub. He wants you to come undone, wants to be the one bringing you to such despair.

‘’D-dabi, I-im-hmn.. g-gonna–’’

Hairs sticking to your face, veins popping in your hands as you feel something in your stomach snap, blabber a bunch of incoherent words and cum all over him trembling.

He’d been waiting for this, holding himself back, he could’ve come way sooner but wanted your orgasm on him so he lets himself go with a couple final thrusts. He groans, praising your ‘’good cunt baby..’’ before cumming inside, long spurts that feel endless and the sensation is tingling, almost satisfying in a twisted way.

A voice interrupts the moment when both of you turn to look at Shigaraki, his angry cockhead in between half a fist and a frown on his face, he seems upset.

‘’Dabi, you idiot, I wanted her too.’’ he says and Dabi looks at you, fucked out and cum oozing from your hole. His cum.

‘’Well,’’ Dabi looks at you, ‘’would my favorite cumslut help a friend in need?’’ he smirks, ‘’just some head, we don’t have all the time in the world, alright?’’ He smiles as you lower your gaze – fuck fuck fuck, wasn't one enough? What's the point of arguing though, one look at both of them convinces you otherwise.

‘’C-could I please have some water?’’ you try to stall, throat dry from the sounds made earlier.

‘’Water?’’ Dabi laughs, ‘’nah, it’s too far away. Here, have this instead.’’ he says as he approaches you and swiftly moves his hands up your cunt, gathering the dripping mess and bringing it to your mouth. ‘’Open up’’ he orders and your eyes widen before you realize his fingers coat your tongue with his cum, as he continues ‘’now, you can suck the incel off.’’ he says as Shigaraki is too impatient to retort and already has his cock poking at your mouth. He’s smaller but has nonetheless notable girth.

‘’Mhm..not gonna last long, man’’ he says to which Dabi snorts, not really giving a fuck. Indeed, once you're forced to take Tomura in your mouth and bob your head up and down a couple times, he pants and whines, cock jerking in your mouth, as a palm with the pinky lifted rests on your head pushing it down his groin. Soon enough he comes, you can tell by the way he frantically tilts his hips up, so you remove your mouth in tears, this feels horrible. His load spurts all over the place, some lands on your hair and some on his shirt.

‘’Fuck!’’ he groans, ‘’my shirt’s stained, you whore.’’ his voice whiny as red eyes narrow. For the first time, he manages to inflict terror, his hand’s about to touch you when Dabi interrupts.

‘’Enough, she’ll give you another one, I’m sure shitty store sells some lame shirts somewhere.’’ to which Tomura sighs and removes his shirt. He throws it to your face and hisses.

‘’Gross, you can keep it, cumslut’’. You feel fucked out, tainted and humiliated when Dabi speaks up.

‘’Tomura–’’ There's still hope in your eyes, as you turn to him.

‘’She's about to put in on Depop you know.’’

Dabi and Tomura smirk and you wordlessly get up, something plummets inside (your heart?), as you wipe tears inside your elbow, the only clean body part of yours.

It’s been hours since the shift ended but you’re curled up in bed, bruised inside out and you can’t sleep, your mind blank, as you anxiously scratch your knees. You feel violated, you remember Dabi’s hands on you, cock and fingers inside you – Tomura’s shirt and his load in your hair, which was later thoroughly washed to the point clumps fell off, when a message appears on your phone.

It’s a message request from a @ touyat and it reads:

How’s my favorite cockwhore doing?

You suddenly feel very cold, how did they even find you? Your hands shaking as you pick up your phone to unlock it only for a new request to pop up:

@ shigarakitomura

1 attachment sent.

You take a deep breath as you contemplate.

Well, this could be worse, you try to think rationally. This could’ve been livestreamed.

#boku no hero academia #dabi x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #touya todoroki #mha smut #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha dabi #mha shigaraki #mha x reader #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw degradation #tw dumbification #i honestly feel bad ngl #corollaservant

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 4 months

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Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 6

Propaganda:

Kiriwo -

"Seems innocent at first and he's just a guy with a special interest in magic items, but watch out."

Arjuna -

"MASKING KING!!!!!! ok joke aside one of his biggest things is that he's super scared that if anyone gets too close to him they'll notice he's not perfect/has a 'secret darkness' (that's literally just a guy) and overall a lot of his storyline is a strong parallel for being neurodivergent and becoming more comfortable with accepting it. he's also super strict and hard on himself for any sort of failure that isn't in line with what's socially appropriate but at the same time he doesn't always have a good grasp on what that is which is how you get stuff like him blowing up a forest to try and impress someone. it also runs in his family bc his brother is autistic as hell too."

Sherlock -

"God, where do I start? I mean what Holmes adaptation, even if he's not the main character, would this be if he were not autistic coded? And our combo of autism and ADHD is absolute perfection, all tied up with a pretty, excitable face. Hit him with the crime hyperfixation and do not make him wear socks."

Apollo -

"Not canonically autistic but he has ZERO volume control plus he scripts/repeats stuff (“I’M FINE!!!”), sometimes mimics other people’s speech patterns (like replying “ja” to Klavier), sensitive to loud noises (stayed backstage at a concert cuz it was too loud) and bright lights (complained about the stage lights being too bright at the same concert + screamed when opening the hatch to the bright stage at magic show), and has been really into space since he was a kid, which could definitely be a hyperfixation (not to mention how he read every single one of Phoenix’s old case files back when he admired him). Plus he’s a little TOO normal, to the point where it circles back around to making him the odd one out, which is absolutely what masking feels like for me. Even when he tries to be fun and weird he gets strange looks/made fun of for not being weird in the right way. The list of autism symptoms is just a checklist for him at this point."

Heiji -

"90% of the cast in detective conan is autistic but heiji is the most autistic of them all."

Urara -

"Another alien who is so excited to dance with everyone that he does not understand that his intended purpose of inviting people to dance via water communication is brainwashing them into dancing and is causing extreme chaos. He nearly causes an apocalypse by being so excited about dancing but he apologizes and tries to make friends with Yuki at the end of the story. He is extremely soft spoken and try, finding it difficult to begin conversations and fidgeting."

Shu -

"speaking specifically about the first season but he was the "explains everything so the audience knows whats happening" guy. he was pretty antisocial (not sure if thats just how he was or if he lived alone [which was fucked up cause he was 11]) . im trying to think of more but my brain goes hghghhhggggh im just a big fan of him."

Vash -

"ain’t no way i’m the only one who’s submitted him. go look at the gif of him crawling in the dirt like a bug while he dodges bullets and get back to me."

Hyakkimaru -

"Due to a terrible curse he has lived his whole life without several body parts including his eyes and ears. Because of this he is often overstimulated and awkward in new situations (when he doesn't do what he does best, killing monsters and samurai with his sword arms) He can't say or express much, and often comes off as strange and creepy, but he is actually a cutie patootie full of emotions, has a big heart, a keen brain, endless inner strength and loves the people close to him! This adorable, cursed, demon slaying boy deserves everything!"

Kei -

"He has the tbh face. Also he canonically has sensory issues and gets sensory overload. He constantly wears earbuds. He has an extremely rigid sense of morality and considers himself a savior figure. He has a hard time relating to other people and is a bit awkward in his interactions."

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quietlyinlife · 8 months

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Platonic Yandere Father Leon Kennedy

•If Leon is possessive and obsessive with his wife, then you are in the same position as your mother but worse the moment you were born and being held in his arms.

•After all the hardships and deaths he experienced when he was a newbie cop and the outbreaks that occurred, he didn’t want you to leave him or your mother. The two people he loves so much that Leon is willing to give up saving the world in order to rescue you and his wife.

•Leon may not have gotten the childhood he wanted after his parents’ death but he didn’t want you to go through the same traumatic experience as he did when he was a kid.

•Also made you another reason why he should continue fighting to stay alive.

•As a father, he would aid your mother to take care of you, help her bathe you, feed you, go out to buy baby supplies, and insist that your mother should stay home and play with you before he comes back.

•When his job doesn’t call for him, he spends all his time and attention on you. Showing you the toys he brought as you lay on your crib and watching him give you many plushies to hold. Would coo at you while he carries you and makes a promise to you that even if you grow up into an adult, he will always protect you and your mom and kill anyone who tries to take the both of you away.

•Definitely watches over you in the middle of the night after waking up from one of his many nightmares. Eyes were glued to you as you slept and sometimes he would doze off on the couch in the nursery room.

•Would play games with you like hide and seek or tag when you learned how to walk and talk.

•As a child, you were naive about the dark past Leon has with your mom, you only noticed how your mom was never allowed to go outside alone with you. Only Leon could accompany you and your mom during outings together. You also noticed how tightly his hand held your mom’s while the three of you went on a walk through the empty road in an isolated forest where the house is located. Leon never allows you to run far.

•When it’s just you and your mom at home, she begins to tell you stories about how she met your father when both of them were young. Your father used to be a police officer and he saved her from being attacked and they went traveling around Raccoon City. She left the outbreak of the t-virus part out, including how she got kidnapped by Leon a few weeks later after six years when he finally reunited with her.

•As you grow up into a teenager, you start to begin to notice how isolating your father is. One time you asked if you could go outside, Leon would look at you, startled before a smile forms on his face, and gives a short speech about how dangerous this world is and how there are dangers at every corner. But he would take you outside the home if you begged enough for a four-minute walk before going back inside. But if you asked one more time to go out he’ll usually ignore you or just say no.

•Leon never lets you go out alone, or out with some friends. Your dad doesn't trust anyone with you or your mom.

•Leon is a spoiling father, buying you anything you want with no limits if you asked. Your mother taught you to be grateful for all the things Leon and her have done for you.

•Leon is a bit too much as a father, he hates when you do something without him, or on your phone and not paying attention to him, and wants you to always text him or say it to him physically goodnight to him before sleeping. But what Leon hates the most is when you watch horror movies and he would sometimes get a bit ptsd from them when he sees a scene quite similar of what he went through. He thinks you're too young for them and bad for your mental health so if he ever catches you watching something scary, he would give you a death stare before turning the tv off.

"I don't want you to ever watch any of this." Leon fumes, a frown casting across his face as his tone is deep and dark. His eyes stares deep into your own. Not once looking away from you, You were nearly quivering on the couch but kept a brave face. And ever since that day, you only watched horror movies inside your room on your laptop.

•Would ask you questions about your day when he comes home. Also expects you to go to him for a hug when he returns from his mission. If you don’t show up then he’s at the door of your room, knocking and engulfing you into a tight hug. You’re not allowed to complain.

“Am I not allowed to hug my only child? I miss you every day even when we live in the same house together.” He tells you as he pulls you back to look at your face with a questioning look.

•You’re not the only victim of his affections, your mom is too as he forces kisses on her face.

•Leon also checks your phone sometimes just to watch out for you, as he claims but you brush it off since he just wants to see if your friends are a bad influence. You kept it from your father when he was away for his job as an agent, you would always delete the messages between you and your friends.

•But what you didn’t know is that Leon hacked into your phone before he even gave it to you as a gift when he first brought it for you when you turned 13 years old; giving him access through your contacts and other stuff. He simply wants to know if you hide things from him. You would never find out the real reason why your friends suddenly leave the school. There’s nothing you can hide from him.

•You started to become a bit scared of your father when you started to read people's horrifying experience on the internet of what they went through of someone stalking them and obsessing over them. One woman told the story of how her boyfriend never allowed her to talk to any guy or friends because he was scared they were going to take her away from him. But when she confronted him about his behaviour, he excused it saying that "This world is dangerous and I am simply protecting you." And you quickly found out that your dad is more than just an agent.

•You noticed how jumpy your mom is around Leon and how in the middle of the night, he would always say how much he loves her and that he is doing this for your and her own good. You even recall hearing your mom crying silently in the kitchen. She never says "I love you" towards Leon.

•Your curiosity brought you to investigate your parent's past.

•You only came to fully realize the toxic behavior of your father because you decided to snoop around your dad’s office after managing to open the door, using the lock-picking technique you learned from the internet.

•You were curious about why your father forbade you from entering his office, but also you figured it would be easier starting with him considering of his actions and it’s not like he would find out immediately of what you did. That’s what you reassured yourself.

•Many documents could be found and a report on your father’s desk, that’s when you came to know about the Kennedy report and see your father’s younger picture. You saw how stoic and stern his face was, so dull with no sign of light.

•You could definitely understand why as you read through the report.

•You also came to know what actually happened in Raccoon City that your mom didn’t tell you about. But what was more shocking is that you opened a file containing your mother’s entire information that was hidden in his drawer and many pictures of her. Including a newspaper talking about the missing woman who is known to be your mother.

•The moment Leon left the house not before giving your mom a goodbye kiss and giving you a kiss on the top of your head as well, you confronted your mother about the file and how she kept the outbreak from you. Even how your dad literally has an entire information and pictures of her. That’s when you saw her face morph into terror as you demanded an explanation of what is going on.

•Tired of her keeping secrets.

• And your mother told you the entire story of what happened in Raccoon City and Leon’s obsession that drove him to abduct her, as a way to protect her. She even mentioned that he cared for another woman named Ada Wong but he still chose your mom. Your mother didn’t leave any single detail out as she told her story of how Leon gaslighted her and how she tried to escape many times but failed. You couldn’t help but see your parents in a different light now.

“Let’s run away together Mom.” You told her with a determined expression as she profusely shook her head, not agreeing with you.

“N-no my love, you don’t know what your father is truly capable of.” Your mother stuttered as she cupped your face.

“What do you mean? Dad’s a secret agent and he knows how to fight, right?”

“There’s more than that.” Mom whispers to you, her frightened eyes never leaving your face.

•What you two didn’t know is that Leon has placed hidden cameras in the house, watching and listening. He heard the entire conversation and was rather heartbroken that you suggested to escape with your mom.

•And even disappointed when he watched you go through his work in the office. Leon is not dumb because he knows there will be a time when you truly find out the truth. He is aware of your growing suspicion.

•If you ever escaped, you wouldn’t go that far since your father would always find you. He placed a tracker on your clothes, phone, and jewelry. If you wear it.

•Leon never treated you and your mother bad! He could never bring himself to even use violence towards the both of you. You didn’t understand but don’t worry. As a father, he’ll make you see through his perspective in his own way.

#yandere works #yandere leon kennedy #yandere resident evil #resident evil #platonic yandere #dad leon kennedy #obsession #gender neutral reader #platonic yandere x reader #leon scott kennedy

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jtkys · 8 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 “𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘“ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !! ☆

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐲𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐲 @lovely-btch

𝐂𝐖𝐒/𝐓𝐖𝐒: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

Fucked up mentally beyond belief (I mean considering the things he’s gone through, why wouldn’t he be?)

He’s incredibly unstable despite the fact he’s on medication, and really struggles with his emotions and finding a healthy outlet to express them

In my hcs, he has: C-PTSD, schizophrenia, Tourettes, MDD, bipolar and struggles with psychosis, derealisation and depersonalisation a lot.

Despises his dad even after all these years so he tries his best to not get physical when he’s mad, and he basically isolates himself from everyone and self harms/self destructs

Very frequently will have to be reminded to eat, drink and take good care of himself by Tim or another responsible adult. Especially when he’s in a depressive episode

Ok uhm more positive energy now

He has a pretty good relationship with ej, because he’s super understanding of Toby and his disorders since he was a med student and all. I also see him being good friends with Ben, and having an almost parent like relationship with Tim and Brian

When he does eat, he really likes pasta (I’m self projecting leave me alone) because Lyra used to make it for him all the time when he was younger, and it’s become a soft of comfort for him.

Can run really fucking fast. In my headcanons he’s kinda got a sleeper build, but is pretty tall. Around 5’11-6’1.

NOT A TWINK!!! NOT A CHILD!!! NOT A DEPENDENT UWU SOFT WAFFLE BOY!!!

he does have attachment issues, yes, and he is certainly clingy to the people he cares for in fear of losing them, but he is not a baby. He’s a serial killer. It’s 2023 and im still seeing people baby Toby and treat him like an child, SSSSSTTTTTOPPPPPPPP

his voice isn’t extremely deep, but it’s kinda raspy and definitely more deep than normal.

He’s generally a nice dude if you’re nice to him, but will be the most cruel and uncaring motherfucker if you make fun of his tics, disrespect the people he cares for, etc

And god forbid you call him “ticci Toby” or compare him to his dad because you will end up with your head smashed into a wall

Takes surprisingly good care of his hatchets considering how disorganised the rest of his life is

He doesn’t constantly stutter. Infact most of his tics are motor tics where he gets neck jerks, but the most they do is interrupt his speech. He’ll continue on talking like nothing happened, and he only really gets vocal tics when he’s extremely distressed or angry.

Absolutely despises tight clothing.

Spends a lot of his time outside, because it’s something he has control over. His life is fucked up in general and he lacks control in a lot of areas, so he’s desperate to find something that he can control, because it helps ground him

Really attentive and observant when he needs to be

I’ve said this before but he is genuinely so terrified of furbies. They just freak him out

Has a really dark sense of humour, and will very often make jokes about his past (only he can do that tho) or really brutal things that would make any sane person feel unsafe

gets nightmares a lot, and very often finds it hard to sleep. Sometimes his past and the things that he does keep him up at night.

Very frequently he wonders what Lyra and his mum would think of him now, and it upsets him every time because he knows they would be upset. He tries his best not to think about it most of the time.

Has considered going back to the town he grew up in a few times, wondering if he might be able to see his mum again, even just a quick glance of her

But never goes through with it

He loves animals. His favourites are birds and raccoons, but he sometimes will hide in the forest to watch deer and other animals.

Enjoys Midwest emo music, and listens to the front bottoms, McCafferty, etc

Despises the smell and taste of alcohol and smoke. It brings back too many bad memories and he’s terrified of getting addicted and ending up like his dad

>>>

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬/𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. @lovely-btch

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci Toby #toby rogers #tobias rogers #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby headcanon #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby hcs #toby rogers headcanons #creepypasta writer #creepypasta fanfic #marble hornets #marble hornets hcs #marble hornets headcanons

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yanderes-galore · 1 month

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Could you make Yandere Zoroark(Pet-Like)?

Oh I actually have some good ideas for this... I'll try to make this unlike the other Overprotective Pokemon concepts.

Overprotective! Zoroark Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation/Deception, Overprotective behavior/Possessive behavior, Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping, Blood mention, Murder implied, Dubious/Forced companionship.

A Zoroark is one of the more intimidating Pokemon to have fixated on you, not just due to the Dark Type either.

Zoroarks are masters of illusions.

They hide their homes with illusions and can even disguise themselves as humans.

Which is why I believe a wild Zoroark could be just as attached to you as a caught one.

For this concept I'll focus on a wild Zoroark for plot.

Imagine a wild Zoroark managing to perfect their illusions.

Since they were a Zorua they pretended to be a human to befriend humans.

Now a Zoroark, they've managed to master human speech in their illusions.

Perhaps by chance you meet this Pokemon.

You befriend them, thinking they're merely another human.

The Zoroark is simply happy to find a human friend.

Who knows, maybe you even met them as a Zorua and never knew.

Either way, this Zoroark begins to grow protective of their human companion.

Perhaps they show up as a male human to you, maybe a female human.

Either way they pick the perfect appearance for their illusion form to stay close to you.

Poor you has no clue your friend isn't human...

Your friend's a wild beast... an untamed Pokemon who seems oddly attached.

The Zoroark even tries their best to blend in, learning human customs and various activities you enjoy.

They never tell you where they live, always claiming they're "uncomfortable" with the topic.

In reality they live in a hidden den deep in the forest.

There's little hints that your friend isn't who they say they are.

Things like them running off after being hurt, or them not knowing certain information.

For example... how to drive, currency, etc.

They try their best to excuse it as them being very isolated when growing up.

So as an adult... they struggle more.

But you'll help them, no?

The Zoroark is possessive of you due to still being a wild Pokemon.

They see you as their pack member, someone they have to protect.

Please don't question things when people go missing....

The Zoroark is willing to get blood on their claws if it means they keep their human.

Disappearances aren't the only issue, they also tend to stalk you.

Then later on they make plans to take you into their den.

After all... you trust them!

So when your friend says they finally want to show you their home in the woods... and you follow...

You aren't prepared for the Zoroark showing their true form.

They won't hurt you, but it's about time you saw their home.

Now they can care for you properly....

You've always wanted to visit, haven't you?

Well, now you can!

You never have to leave, either....

#yandere pokemon #overprotective pokemon #yandere zoroark #overprotective zoroark

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astrayas · 15 days

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Moody

Pairing: Choso x fem reader

Summary: Your tense relationship with Choso comes to a head.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, vaginal sex, bickering acquaintances to lovers

18+!

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“This sucks.”

You sit up and scowl at the source of that complaint: Kamo Choso, a mysterious man straddling the line between curse and human.

Today’s mission saw you hauling yourselves out to a shrine in the wilderness, where local rumors of a ghost haunting the surrounding forest spawned a particularly disturbing curse. And it didn’t go down without a long, tough fight, as the burning scratches on your arm attest. They pulse with every furious thump of your heart when you begrudgingly regard your partner.

With thick, black hair, deep eyes, and a finely tuned physique, Choso’s an undeniably handsome man, but a moody bastard nonetheless. A complainer. He’s done nothing but complain since you met him, which was when he first started taking Yuji’s place on missions with you for a reason only he considers good:

He doesn’t trust you.

You shoot him an irritated look. A muscle feathers in his sharp jaw as he stares right back. Dark, sleepy eyes lock onto you, assessing you, judging you. Again.

“Oh, you’re not having fun?” you toss back with mock surprise, narrowing your eyes. “Here I was thinking you liked these missions, considering how often you volunteer for them. How many times have you ‘saved’ Yuji from me now? Four? Five?”

“Doesn’t matter how many. It’s not enough,” he snarls. “And it won’t be enough until you prove you can keep him safe in a fight.”

Your chest tightens, and you glance at the zipper on your tent. You’re going to need some fresh air soon. At this point, his caution with you is just insulting. And considering what he’s seen you’re capable of already, considering the fact that you’ve kept him safe plenty of times, it even…hurts.

“You know, it’s the strangest thing. You don’t take precautions like this with other sorcerers. Sorcerers you know half as well as me,” you spit. You wiggle out of your sleeping bag with a wince and sit up straight.

And because you know it’ll hurt, because he hurt you first, you twist the knife permanently buried in his side.

“So are you sure you’re doing such a good job protecting Yuji?”

And like that knife just wedged itself a little deeper, he jerks back and grimaces.

“Watch yourself,” he seethes. He scrambles to his feet and follows right behind you as you burst out of the tent. “Don’t you ever question my devotion to my little brother. You have no fucking clue—”

“What your bond is like,” you finish for him. You’ve already heard this a million times. “Spare me the speech tonight, Choso. I’m…I’m tired.”

Your shoulders rise and fall against the weight of a heavy sigh. The higher-ups had warned you this mission would probably take all day, and they were right. It was well past sundown by the time you exorcised that curse. With your injury fresh and your energy depleted, you simply didn’t have the strength to walk back to the car parked miles away tonight. So once you found a decent clearing in the woods about halfway back, you pulled out the flimsy tent you’d packed—just in case—and started setting it up.

Until Choso snatched the kit from you and just did the whole thing himself, at least.

You cross your arms, taking care to mind your bandages, and scan the area around you. Under better circumstances, with better company, this might not have been so bad. The weather is mild, the setting serene. Amidst the towering trees and twinkling, cloudless sky, only the crickets and the wind puncture the silence. It’s a nice night for stargazing.

But the circumstances are less than ideal, your stinging arm reminds you. And the company…

You’re already frowning by the time you turn to Choso, who’s glaring at you with his lips pushed out in a pout, hovering around you like a fly. You’re about ready to swat him like one, at least. You won’t be able to sleep with him just…watching you like this. Sizing you up. Hating you.

“Aren’t you tired?” you groan.

“No,” he sniffs.

“Liar. You just can’t fall asleep until I do, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, fuck you.”

“Fuck you back.”

You throw your arms into the air in frustration, rage, desperation, anything that might communicate how you’re feeling with him. But you throw them up with so much force that they fall right back down, leaving you hissing and wincing at your furious scratches.

Choso starts, one hand shooting out to grab your wrist while the other checks your bandage.

“Hey. Be careful, would you?” he grumbles. “That curse got you good tonight.”

You watch him with wide eyes as he inspects you. Was that…concern?

“It’s not that bad,” you mutter.

Really, it’s not. You only needed bandages, not stitches. And Choso certainly doesn’t need to be fussing with that tiny edge of cloth falling loose. You try to pull your arm back, but you only manage to drag him along with it. He huffs and mumbles a string of grievances you can’t make out while he tucks that loose piece under another.

“I mean it,” you insist, shaking your arm. He doesn’t relent.

“Hold still,” he demands. “God, you never take your injuries seriously. If you can’t even take care of yourself tonight, then I’ll clearly have to do it for you.”

You sigh and tap your foot while he finishes up.

“Come on,” you mutter. “Just because I’m not losing my mind over a few scratches, you think I’d let Yuji get hurt?”

He stands up straight again and regards you with one brow raised and his head cocked to the side.

“Huh? What does Yuji have to do with—”

Choso chokes on the second half of his sentence, and his eyes shoot open. He clears his throat and takes a step back, staring up at the sky, before he restarts.

“...Yes. Yeah. Exactly. Learn to tend to your own wounds, then maybe I could trust you to have Yuji’s back.”

You watch him as he very pointedly avoids watching you, his neck craned back, his wide eyes glued to the stars. You swear you can see his throat bob before he crosses his arms tight over his chest. He doesn’t say anything else.

And neither do you. You’re too busy trying to identify the feeling bubbling in your stomach as you study the way his features catch the moonlight. There’s no way you’re seeing him correctly. Because if you are…then he’s blushing right now.

And if the warmth rising in your cheeks is any indication, so are you.

You force yourself to turn away and stare at the stars, too, desperate to push down that confusing feeling, as both of you stand there in an eternity’s worth of silence.

But eternity passes. And then it gets worse.

“...I hate camping,” Choso gripes.

Your eye twitches.

That’s it.

“Well damn, Choso, I wish you’d told me that before I packed up the tent!” you holler, throwing your head back, ready to scream at the starry sky. “Because out here, next to this reclusive shrine 20 miles from the city, I was actually planning to book us a 5-star hotel!”

Choso smacks a palm against his forehead and sighs. “Wait. No. I didn’t mean that like—”

“But I thought you loved camping!” You wave your bandaged arm in front of him. “I thought you loved exorcising curses and sleeping in the dirt!”

“I misspoke! I was trying to—”

“I. Thought. You. LOVED. Sharing a cramped tent with the sorcerer you hate most!”

“Would you stop?” he barks, turning to face you, his nose scrunched and his eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, okay?! I worded that badly! I was trying to…to relate to you. Sympathize with you. I know you’re not having fun, either.”

“...Huh?”

You stop and face him in turn. That storm inside you still rages, but the winds have hushed some. You’re quiet as you try to make sense of whatever storm of his own seems to be brewing in his eyes, especially as it contradicts his follow-up, spoken in a low, hushed voice.

“And I don’t…hate you. I’ve never hated you.”

You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh. “Ha! I didn’t know you could tell jokes.”

“I mean it,” he grumbles. He pushes some dirt around with his shoe. “If I really couldn’t stand you, you know, I never would’ve even bothered going on these missions in Yuji’s place. I’d have just found a way to keep you from getting paired up.”

“So, what?” you push, ignoring the uptick in your heart rate. “What does that change, really, if you still feel strongly enough to invite yourself here and judge and assess and berate me?”

Another pause sticks to the air. Choso’s brows furrow when he finally answers.

“Is that really how I come off?” he murmurs, his words soft, hesitant. “Like I’m berating you?”

“Well, yeah…” you say. You cross your arms tighter around yourself against a chilly breeze. “Especially tonight. Thought you were gonna bite my ear off when you were wrapping up my arm.” You look down at it and pull it behind yourself. “Which I didn’t ask you to do, by the way.”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna let you just try to walk it off without at least disinfecting it.”

“Like I was gonna do that, either?!”

“Hell, you might have! You were more interested in setting up the tent. I mean, come on. What ridiculous priorities when your arm was—”

“There!” you bark, pointing a shaming finger directly at him. “There’s the berating! Right there!”

Again, Choso pauses. His lips knit themselves into a straight line, and he takes a deep breath as his eyes travel back to your arm. But this time, his gaze isn’t quite so sharp. It’s softened considerably, in fact, as it scans the edges of your bandages, his expression full of a tenderness you’re not sure you’ve ever seen from him before.

“Oh…” he mutters. “I hear it now.”

“Finally,” you grunt.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hmph.”

He raises his arms above his head in a big stretch before he starts inching back to the tent.

“I’ll…I’ll be more mindful of my wording in the future,” he continues. You regard him with a side eye. Going back to the tent doesn’t require shuffling so close to you. “I just…I worry.”

Another grunt and an eye roll from you.

“As probably the only sorcerer whose company I don’t mind…”

You cock your head to the side and regard him fully. He’s never mentioned that before. And there’s that damn fluttering in your chest…

“…It’s important to me that you’re safe.”

Choso could be forgiven for thinking your lack of a response is simply more of the silent treatment you’ve started meting out tonight. Truly, though, as he casts one last, careful look at you before retiring to the tent, you realize that you simply…don’t know what to say.

You huff and hum and haw and stare straight up at the sky again, which has started to cloud. You tap your foot furiously against the soft dirt and let your thoughts run.

He wants you safe.

He bandaged your arm for you. He did it well.

He set up the tent without a word, insisting you shouldn’t do it with your injury. He did that well, too.

He takes Yuji’s place on these missions because…he worries for you.

…He wants you safe.

Your eye twitches again.

And you spin around, stomping back to the tent with unrighteous fury, your lack of grace as you yank the zipper open alerting an already sleeping Choso to a new disturbance. He jerks upright, eyes bleary and half-closed, shooting open when they register you standing before him. You speak before he even opens his mouth.

“You like me,” you declare. You pull the zipper closed again.

He blinks a few times and clears his throat.

“...Yes,” he confirms. He rubs one eye and sits up a little straighter. You take a step closer to him.

“You like like me.”

He regards you with a smirk, a quick eye roll that communicates his indifference, despite the confession.

“That’s right.”

“You like me so much you go on missions with me not for Yuji’s sake, but for mine.”

Choso’s shoulders slump as he visibly accepts his fate. Not that he seems too bothered about it. Ugh. How annoying.

“Right again,” he mumbles, fighting a yawn, scratching his head.

Your limbs move without any input from your brain. They guide you of their own accord until you’re standing over him. He looks up at you, a little more of his attention focused.

And certainly, certainly, your brain had nothing to do with your decision to not only stare him down, but to crouch until your legs meet the flimsy tent floor, straddled on either side of him. Choso, now fully and undeniably focused on you, fixes his eyes to yours and sits up straight again. Your breaths fight for space as you face each other, silent…

…And he dares to rest a hand on your thigh.

You jolt as some of your thinking brain comes back online, and you glance down at his hand. But you don’t move it. You only lean forward, letting your hips sink more fully against his. A breath hitches in his chest.

“You’ve been putting yourself in a lot of unnecessary danger for a crush,” you scold.

“I know,” he simply answers. His other hand rises to your face.

“Not to mention the stress you’ve been putting me through.”

“I know.” He pushes your hair behind your ear.

“You’ve been a real pain in the ass, honestly.”

“I know.” He hooks a finger under your chin.

“Fuck you.”

“Please.”

And finally…his facade shatters. Beneath that moody mask lie glazed eyes and parted lips, flushing cheeks, shaking, hungry hands. Ready and waiting for your touch. Begging for it.

And you, tired and irritated and irate with the aching desire you feel for that pain in your ass, find that you have no choice but to oblige.

When you lean in to kiss him, you don’t travel far. He’s already pulled you halfway there. He’s eager to meet you all the same, wrapping his arms around you and dragging you back onto the floor with him, pulling your chest into his as his lips capture yours and coax them open. His tongue is like silk as it travels the shallows and deeper corners of your mouth with precision, eventually meeting your own tongue with a greeting far friendlier than your mingling breaths shared earlier.

And as your lips lock and mesh and acquaint themselves, the rest of your body follows suit. Heat builds in your throat and shoots down to your stomach, where it simmers and boils over into your core, which smolders ever hotter and forces you to grind against his hips in search of relief.

And whether due to your rage or this roiling heat or some combination of both, you feel no need for formalities before you paw at each other’s clothing. After you manage to remove most of them in a messy tangle, Choso stares up at you with reverence, desire, longing in his dark, sleepy eyes.

And you realize you quite like seeing him like this.

You lean down and closer to him, silently asking him to tell you how he feels. A sigh of adoration falls from him, which is the only pause he takes before he makes quick and easy work of your bra and tosses it somewhere to the side.

And that marks the start of a conversation you could never share with simple words.

You close your eyes with a pleased groan when his calloused palms travel a careful path across your chest. They circle your breasts and massage them gently, thanking them profusely for the invitation. Your back arcs and your hands run through that disheveled black hair, giving it the slightest tug, asking his mouth to join.

One of his hands lingers to keep mingling with your left breast as his lips brush past your collarbone and introduce themselves to the right, kissing around your nipple before drawing it into his mouth. His tongue circles it, flicks across it, lavishes it with attention.

The sensation drives the clouds inside you to gather and rumble, forming forceful winds that push your hips down and pull a needy mewl from your lungs. Choso’s fingers tense around your skin, as if to answer you, before he properly responds with a desperate, jagged whimper accompanying the jerk of his hips beneath you.

A plea that makes you smile.

You push yourself up only far enough to pull his underwear down and let his cock, already twitching and dripping, spring up. Nervous flutters overtake your stomach as you stroke it, appreciating its considerable length and girth, its warmth, every ridge and vein adorning it, nearly losing yourself in your study before Choso pulls you back with a barely audible whisper:

“Please.”

Your smile twists into something sinful.

“Please?” you purr, stroking him faster, gripping him tighter, relishing his ardent moans. “Please, what?”

“Let me…feel you,” he chokes out. “All of you.”

“All of me, huh?”

You let him go to rub yourself against him, your slick core gliding across him with such ease as your hips buck back and forth. His eyes widen, his lips fall open, praying for manna, for satiety.

And as if he only just noticed he’d forgotten an offering, he finishes his request.

“And you’ll get all of me, too,” he entreats you, his flushed cheeks nearly glowing in the dim light. “No more bullshit, no more acts. I want to see you because I want to see you. Not because you need your hand held, not because I think you can’t watch someone else’s back. Because you’re always on my mind, and I’m tired of pretending you’re not.”

And as his prayer falls from his lips, as you hear the words you didn’t know you’d wanted from him for so long, your heart swells with new heat. With fresh feelings you’d denied yourself until now.

“Alright, it’s a deal,” you answer, lining him up with your entrance. “No more acts.”

But just before you lower yourself onto him, he holds you steady by the waist, glancing at your bandages again.

“Your arm—”

“Is fine,” you reassure him. You hook a finger under his chin and guide his gaze back to your face. It makes it there, eventually, after a couple stops at your hips and chest.

“All of me,” you remind him, holding his cock in place while you hover over it. He obeys, his eyes traveling over your body with zealous fervor, his hands grasping your hips tightly enough to keep you tethered to him.

You lower yourself onto him slowly, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as he fills you up and stretches you out. He lets out a deep groan, his hands tensing around your hips before they make their pilgrimage past your waist and to your breasts.

The moment you adjust to his size, you swivel your hips and grind into him, trying a few different angles to hit that perfect spot. When you lean forward and rest a palm on his chest for balance, you feel that divine pleasure start to rise within you.

You release a wanton sigh. There it is. Paradise waiting.

You tuck your feet under his legs as well as you can to anchor yourself at that angle, bouncing at a sudden speed that has him hissing and grunting and clenching his teeth. He closes his eyes and lets you push your palms into his chest as you grind, swivel, clench around him.

And what a perfect angle it truly is. But your arm, which you’d kept anchored to the floor as you bounced up and down, begins to burn. It’s enough to put a gap in your rhythm and yank you back from those pearly gates. You scowl at it, cursing it for betraying you, right when you were getting so close.

Choso, the devoted admirer he is, notices the problem immediately. And he doesn’t waste a moment fixing it.

“For fuck's sake,” he growls. “Your arm is hurt. Let me spare you some work.”

He doesn’t wait for you to protest before he lifts you off his lap and rolls you onto your back. He hovers over you, his arms forming a cage around you that you don’t want to escape. You let out a surprised gasp, but the rest of your body flows naturally with his: your hands run up and down his back. Your legs part. The moment he pushes back in, they wrap around his waist, demanding his full and unyielding adoration all over again. Now that you know the fullness, the satisfaction that comes from his ultimate show of devotion, you may very well need it now.

And he offers it freely. Fervent praise tumbles from his lips to your ears, every word exalting the softness of your skin, the melody in your moans, the divinity of your hips and waist and thighs. He’s worshiping you, truly worshiping you, as his hips slam into yours and his lips lavish your neck and his teeth graze your throat. And you have to wonder…

“How long…” you pant, “...have you wanted this? How long have you wanted me like this?”

“From day fucking one,” he forces out. His feverish rhythm never yields. His cock drags itself across your walls over and over, hitting every sacred spot, bringing heaven back within your reach. “From the moment I first met you…and found any excuse to go on that mission in Yuji’s place.”

You can’t help but snicker between labored breaths. You remember that first day. He did a masterful job pretending he just couldn’t trust you. Now, knowing the context, it’s almost a little—

“Funny, right?” he chuckles. He lifts his head, his deep eyes full of fealty as they lock with yours. “Or closer to pathetic, I guess.”

“Hey. I never said that,” you pout.

“It’s a little pathetic,” he insists. “In hindsight, I could’ve just…asked you on a date.”

“Ask me when we get home,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your legs tighten around him, too, as do your walls around his cock, signaling just how close you are to elysium in his arms. “Then I’ll forgive you.”

“How merciful,” he teases, but the urgency in his eyes tells you he felt you fluttering around him. And that tells you, in turn, that he’s close to breaking, too.

So you both let your words fall to the wayside, letting your groans and moans and kisses and whimpers speak for you. He plunges into you without relent, granting you pleasure that just keeps building. What an irreplaceable type of pleasure, too: the way he feels inside you, the utter satisfaction, the completeness, the perfect, impeccable fit.

And finally, you fall into paradise, a vision so sweet it blinds you. Your eyes screw themselves shut as each euphoric wave overtakes you, your beatific cries washing over the silent night and your fingers digging into his skin. And it’s not long before he follows suit, his own climax undeniable among his hissing and cursing and jerking hips.

Both of you lie together in a silence that’s anything but; your heavy breaths and satisfied sighs and lingering moans fill the tent with plenty of noise, capped by his single groan as he rolls off of you. But he doesn’t leave you, not truly. His arms are still wrapped around you. He’s still got a leg tangled with yours. Like he’s not ready to let you go. Like he never will be.

Once you catch your breath, your exhaustion finally hits you in full force. Your eyes are already closing, the fingers you’d had caressing his cheek slowing to a stop when you decide to tease him one more time.

“It’s almost a shame,” you murmur. “Now you don’t have an excuse to wedge yourself into my missions.”

“Who said I would stop doing that?” he huffs. “Somebody has to look after those injuries.”

You stifle a laugh as he buries his face in your neck and pulls you in closer. Moody bastard.

#jjk #jjk fanfic #fanfic #choso x reader #choso x you #jjk choso #choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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crazyforteyam · 1 year

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Metkayina Tales (part one) -

Catch My Breath

Neteyam x f!Metkayina reader summary : After Sully's family arrived at Metkayina for seeking sanctuary, Neteyam couldn't help himself as he is completely smitten by you. warnings : none, Neteyam being shy and goofy, Lo'ak being Lo'ak lol word count : 4,5k notes : all characters are aged up (18+) inspired by this song series masterlist

“Mother, wait!”

Your voice breaks out of the tense between Ronal and Neytiri. The crowd began to split and you walked between them. At a glance, you looked like the other Metkayina girl. But as soon as you walk, it is clear that you have several physical differences.

Your skin color is turquoise, but it appears lighter than the other. Instead of black, your long wavy hair is filled with dark brown, with the half top braided and the rest just hanging effortlessly. A dark green tattoo is located outside your outer eye and your forehead. Big dark blue pendant hanging between your collarbone, connected to your shell-like top, and a tiny pocket tied to your hips.

It is clear that you radiate a different aura from the other Metkayina. The clan has its eyes glued on your presence, and the Sully family is not an excuse.

Especially the oldest Sully son, Neteyam. He noticed directly that you are alluring and his heart fluttered at that moment. You smiled at the Sully family, and Jake greets you. His family followed him and you returned their greetings. You walk straight to your parents, Ronal and Tonowari.

“What is it, Y/N?” Your mom asked.

“Mom, I saw them, when I was praying to Eywa,”

“What did you see?”

“Their arrival. Besides, it’s the tradition to preserve uturu,”

“Are you sure?” Tsahik seems in disbelief.

“Never been so sure before,” You answered clearly, there was no doubt in your voice, and your eyes radiate honesty. As the first Olo’eyktan’s child, you have an important position in the clan and sure your words can’t be ignored.

Tsahik's eyes shifted to Olo’eyktan. They looked at each other and finally made a decision.

“The Sully family will stay with us. They will be like babies, so teach them the way of the ocean, to prevent them from being useless,”

A relieved feeling appear on Jake’s face, as he said “Thank you.”

Olo’eyktan continued his speech as he points at you, Aonung, and Tsireya.

“This is my children. Y/N, Ao’nung, and Tsireya. They will show your children what to do.”

Ao’nung confronted his father while Tsireya greeted the Sullys. You, however, still in your position, smiled at the Sully family as your gaze meet them one by one.

As the Sully family passes by, you look at your father and asked, “Dad, what about tomorrow’s plan? Will the celebration still be held?”

“Of course,” Tonowari answered and his body shifted into yours. “Tomorrow, you must spread the invitation to all the people. For today, prepared the equipment,”

“Okay, dad,” you replied, and went back to your pod.

As you walked, you can see that Sully family's arrival created a new atmosphere at Awa’atlu. Children began to approach Tuk, but their mom pull them back. The adults murmured, and many eyes observed the way forest Navi looks, especially with their dark blue skin and a small tail. You walk past those people and enter your pod.

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“Sully’s stick together,”

You can hear their voice, and as you want to enter Sully’s pod, you seek permission.

“Excuse me, am I bothering you? I want to deliver the news, from the Olo’eyktan,”

When you said that, six pairs of yellow eyes shifted their glance at you.

Jake said, “Not at all, Y/N. What is the news?”

“Tonight, we will have a celebration. A tradition, actually. And as you are all now part of Metkayina, so you all are invited. Olo’eyktan will be happy if you all come.”

“Of course, thank you for your invitation. My family and I will attend,” Jake replied with a smile on his face.

“Where is the location, of this celebration?” A deep voice breaks the silence. On the right side of Jake, it is Neteyam, the older son who is asking. He is the tallest child for sure, with long braided hair and a broad figure. His head tilted when he looked at you, like studying your expressions.

“At the Hope Cove. It's where we usually held a party. Also, there will be some traditions too. Our sacred tales. And you can taste our finest food.” You answered him with a slight smile, then he said thank you. You look at the rest of the family, but it seems like no one wants to speak again. So you take a step back.

“Okay, pardon me, I have to leave. There are still plenty of people to be told.” You smiled and wave to them goodbye as you leave their pod.

Jake then went with Neytiri, while Tuk and Kiri followed them. So it remained Lo’ak and Neteyam alone. Lo’ak then looked at his brother.

Several minutes ago, it is Neteyam who teased Lo’ak about how he must behave at this new home. But now he found Neteyam's eyes glued to you, how your body walks, your hair swings, and how you smile when you spread the news to other people. His gaze never left your figure. Lo’ak raised his eyebrow upon noticing his brother's new attitude.

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That night, Hope Cave was filled with decorations. The celebrations started, and everybody sat in a circle, including the Sully family, who was trying to blend in with the locals. In the middle of the circle is the Olo’eyktan family. People chatted with each other. The Olo’eyktan himself, Tonowari, cleared his throat and then his voice echoed in the cave, silencing everyone.

“Tonight, we celebrate the birth of Y/N. My eldest daughter, a gift from Eywa to Metkayina. Years ago, when I and Ronal haven’t been blessed with children, we prayed to Eywa, seeking a way out to save an heir to this clan. Months passed, and the Great Mother finally showed us Her Greatness.

When our Tsahik is praying in her pod, suddenly a baby arose from the sea, a beautiful baby girl. Eywa gave her several physical differences, but I bear no mind. Her birth remarks a new hope and grace for Metkayina. As long as we have her, our clan is safe for sure. She is a miracle, the goddess incarnation, one that cares deeply for others!”

You walked in from behind the circle, and a blush appeared on your cheek. Your father always says the sweetest thing. Your body is decorated with beautiful jewels. Thousands of pairs of eyes looking at you while your feet stepped toward him, and he held your hand.

“Let’s pray for Eywa for the peace and prosperity She has bestowed upon our clan!”

Tsahik then stood up and sing a tune, a hymn of worship to Eywa. The crowd followed her, and the cave then slowly filled with a bioluminescent glow, shone from the dome and ground. The glow then faded away as the hymn stopped.

“This is amazing,” Lo’ak who is sitting next to Neteyam, chuckled in amazement.

“Yes,” Neteyam agreed.

“She is amazing, I think?” Lo’ak pointed with his eyes, to the person who Neteyam laid his eyes on. He couldn’t get his eyes off you, who is now sitting beside Olo’eyktan in the middle of the circle. Your brown hair seems to glow in the dark and radiates warmness, looks so different from another. Lo’ak smirked, he catches his brother looking at you, again.

“Seems like the mighty warrior has a crush on someone,”

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam warned in a deep tone. “Don’t tease me now,”

“Oh, I won’t. Besides, I agree with you. The girls here are gorgeous, bro,” Lo’ak whispered, and he then smiled at the other girl. Tsireya, the other chief’s daughter. She lowered her head, blushing shyly after seeing Lo’ak.

Neteyam rolled his eyes. His brother is such a rizz master.

Olo’eyktan raised his hands as he spoke again, continuing the traditions.

“Now, let my daughter bless us with the blessed water. Come, Y/N,”

You step forward, and you bring an antique bottle in your hand, filled with water that was blessed before by Tsahik. As usual, your job is to sprinkle the water on everyone's face, say their name, and a short prayer to Eywa. Starting from your family, then the rest of the clan. As now the Sullys are part of the clan, so you did the same to them, making a way toward them slowly.

“Bro, she’s coming. Get ready,” Lo’ak elbowed his brother.

“Ssh,” Neteyam mumbled.

You finally stand in front of the Sullys. Jake is the first, he says thank you, while Neytiri nodded in response. Neteyam is next, as he is the older child. He gulped nervously, feeling butterflies in his stomach. You stand in front of him, and he feels his legs weakened like turned into jelly.

“What is your name?” Your soft voice sounds like a melody to him.

“Neteyam,” He answered. His eyes sparkled when he look at you.

“Neteyam,” You repeat his name, then sprinkled the sacred water into his face and said the prayer. Neteyam wants to respond so badly, but his tongue like tied inside. Instead of thank you, he slipped out some gibberish sound. You raised your eyebrow, but then you chuckled. He shook his head helplessly and finally found his voice, “T-thank you, Y/N,”

Lo’ak instantly laughed but he covers his mouth when he saw Neytiri glare at him. But she can see that something is happening with Neteyam, and she shared a knowing look with Jake. Kiri rolled her eyes and Tuk seems smitten by you also. You smiled at Neteyam, then passes to bless the other siblings. Tuk is happy, she giggled when the water sprinkled into her face. When the ritual finished, you walked back to your father. Then Olo’eyktan declared, “Now it’s time for dancing and feast! Enjoy, everybody!”

The crowd stood up, and some of them walked in pairs, ready for dancing, as the music started to play. While the others approached the food served on top of the longleaf.

“Bro, what was that?” Now Lo’ak finally can laugh out loud, shooking his head in disbelief. Neteyam didn’t respond anything, his hand rubbed the back of his neck as he lowered his blushed face, feeling completely shy and idiot.

“You like her, don’t you?” Lo’ak asked him again.

“Stop it, skxawng,” his brother grumbled, but Lo’ak keep talking. “You know, you should ask her for a dance. Make a move, bro!” Lo’ak hand patted Neteyam's arm, trying to give him some courage. Then he saw Tsireya, and he approached her in a glance, talking with her, completely forgetting about his brother.

Neteyam shook his head, realizing how different is Lo’ak from himself. But a slight smile curled on his lips then. Maybe he can approach you and talk to you? His eyes trying to find you. But it’s hard, with all the people moving and talking.

Finally, he saw you, sitting on a rock alone. He walked to you, but then a man approached you first, his hands reaching yours. That man looks fine with toned body and tattoo around his arm, clearly one of the Metkayina’s warriors. You accepted his offer, and dance with him. Neteyam sighed. He waited for you to finish your dance with the man, but then another man also approached you again.

Neteyam frowned, he finally gets back to his family, while Kiri and Tuk are trying some food. He sat beside them, but sometimes he steal a glance in your direction. He feels so insecure inside. Who is he, thinking to be able to dance with the prettiest girl in Metkayina? He even couldn’t talk clearly to you. He is not a Metkayina warrior, he is just a newcomer. You’re out of his league. Maybe he has to bury his feeling inside.

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Neteyam grumbled as he took a step outside his family’s pod. His lips are bleeding, and his elbow and knuckles are injured due to his previous fight with Ao’nung and his skxawng bunch. But the physical pain remains nothing to a thing deeper inside. He feels tired and exhausted.

Since he was born, there are so many things that he has to carry on his shoulder. He remembers he trained hard to be the future Oloyektan with his father, and then suddenly his family have to move to this reef clan. Neteyam feels puzzled when he left the forest, as he loves it dearly. He loves to hunt with his bow, climb the trees, and fly with his ikran.

Honestly, he finds the sea nauseating. Everything is so different, and he always prefers to ride an ikran rather than ilu or tsurak. Flying is his favorite thing to do, not swimming. But the sad truth is, being the oldest son, Neteyam must always put the other's needs above his. He always covers all his feeling deep inside. Kiri and Tuk already showed some dislike for the sea and Neteyam could not burden his parents by showing that he hates the sea too. Lo’ak always makes trouble, and it frustrated him.

Metkayina people are always either judging, mocking, or bullying his family. Neteyam walked fast between the villages, his shoulder is tense and there is a crease on his forehead. People looked at him but he didn’t pay any attention. He keeps walking until reaches the end of the Awa’atlu village. It is a beautiful coast actually, with the sun meeting the sea and palm tree leaves waves. But Neteyam’s mood is still ruined, and he shoves a stone into the sea in anger.

“Ow!” The stone hit somebody who is swimming down the sea, and Neteyam began to panic. He dipped his feet into the water and reached the sound. You emerged from the water right in front of him, with an annoyed face and your hand rubbing the back of your head.

Neteyam's eyes widened, he never thought that he will hit you, his crush. Actually, the only thing about the reef people that he finds amusing is you, but with you busy with Tsahik training with Ronal makes he rarely sees you. To meet you in this condition is kinda embarrassing for him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shoved the stone recklessly, and I don’t know you were swimming down there. Is it hurt?” Neteyam asked softly and came to you.

You scowled and sighed. “Luckily for you, the stone didn't hit my head directly. It just went through the back of my head.”

“Let me check your head,” Neteyam walked passes you, and now he is behind you. He places his hand gently at the back of your head then he sighed in relief. “There is no injury,”

“Yes,” You responded, and turn around, now facing Neteyam.

You are not annoyed anymore. Honestly, you were quite touched by how responsible and gentle he was. You can feel that he completely feels sorry. Then your eyes saw his lips, the bleed was still there. Also, his elbow and knuckles are wounded.

“Actually, it is you that injured. What happened?” Your brow furrowed at the sight of the blood on his lips and you held his fingers closely, examining the wound at his knuckles.

Neteyam pulled his fingers from yours as he spoke, “It’s okay. Nothing to worry about,”

“Neteyam, I am tsakarem, Tsahik in training, a healer. I will clean and take care of your wound,” you replied.

“No, truly. I will take care of myself,” Neteyam wears a slight smile on his face.

You shook your head. “No. A healer doesn't leave without healing an injured person. Come with me.”

Your hand grips his fingers tightly. Neteyam couldn’t move at your action, so he followed you to the beach and you both sit facing each other. You began to wash the wound on his knuckles and elbow, and put some paste on it. The paste is always there, inside a little pocket hanging on your waist. And for Neteyam’s lips, you washed them with a small cloth. Then you pat the cloth gently to get rid of the blood.

Without your knowledge, Neteyam feels very nervous yet happy, very different from the moments before when he was angry. Now here is he, sitting at the beach with you taking care of his wounds. His eyes follow your movement, as they can’t hide the admiration he feels for you. Relax man, he whispers to himself.

“Done,” You finished your job, but you are still curious. “So, how did you get hurt?”

Neteyam cleared his throat. If he tells you the truth, will you believe him? Especially about Ao’nung behavior. “It’s nothing. I slipped on the edge of slippery rock,”

You chuckled. “Don’t lie to me. This kind of wound is caused by either fighting or collision.”

Neteyam sighed in defeat. “Sorry. Actually, I was fighting with some Metkayina boys. They mocked Kiri. I tried to break them up, but Lo’ak is still angry so he punched the boys.” He shrugs. “So I don't have any other chance than to join the fight. Until my father came,”

You realize that he didn’t mention the doer. “Who were the boys?”

He looked at you as he try to gather all the courage inside him. He wants to lie, knowing that you are Ao’nung’s older sister and he doesn’t want to make the conditions worsened. It's already worse with Lo’ak attacked on Ao��nung.

But when he saw your eyes, he couldn't do anything. It's like all his strength weakened when he saw your light blue eyes, similar to the ocean. He knows it's not wise to leave himself so open, but he is hopeless anyway. Finally, he began to talk, “Ao’nung, and some of his friends. But I didn’t know all their name.”

You took a deep breath. “It’s okay. Ao’nung could be reckless sometimes. I’m sorry for his bad behavior,”

“I’m sorry for Lo’ak’s behavior too. He gets angry easily,” Neteyam reciprocated.

Unexpectedly to him, you laughed. The confusion spread on his face as you talked, “Look at us. Older siblings always have to take the blame. You know, Ao’nung is such a mischievous boy. He once took all the strings and needles from my mom’s room, as he want to make a necklace. Then he created a necklace similar to mine and put it on my mom’s table along with the stuff he stole before, so she thought it was me who was guilty. She scolded me, but Eywa blessed me as Ao’nung’s short hair was left in the needle. Then he gets his punishment, not to touch strings and needles for a month.”

Neteyam rejoiced and was no longer nervous, he laughed at your story. “Similar to mine. Lo’ak want to go in the middle of war while we were instructed just to be a spotter above. I took the blame, but my dad still banned him from flying on his ikran. Poor Lo’ak, he cried almost every night,”

You giggled. “Our brothers are stupid, yes. But I think we will still love them, are we?”

“Yes,” Neteyem nodded. A warm feeling entered his chest. Moments ago, he feel that no one will ever relate to his condition. But now he found someone who is sharing the same burden, at least to one similar condition, older siblings who always have to put an eye on their reckless younger brother. His lips curled in a smile, he was no longer feeling pain.

“By the way. I want to cook some meals. Would you care to join me? You must be hungry after fighting” You offered him.

Neteyam shook his head. But then a growling sound came from his stomach. You burst into a laugh again, “You are hungry indeed,” and Neteyam accepted your invitation, with a sheepish smile on his face.

It seems that Eywa always makes him look embarrassed in front of you. Or, maybe this is his destiny indeed? Neteyam thought that as you both went to your pod.

You entered your pod. It was small but cozy, connected with a larger pod on the right, your family pod, the largest in the village, consisting of all the Tsahik and Oloyektan pieces of equipment.

But your own is filled with your belongings only, some healer's stuff, a bed, and a small kitchen. Neteyam also notices a bottle full of gold liquid, sealed in a box, which looks like it’s important stuff. You see his face filled with curiosity when he saw the bottles, so you approached him.

“It’s our sacred water, called tsarki. Very powerful, it can heal any person whatever their conditions are. It’s very rare to get, and my mother always reminds me to use it in a crucial moments only. So, I keep it safe in my box,” you explained to him, as he nodded.

You went to the kitchen as he sat on the carpet. You bring the food, the grilled fish. Both of you eat, and he praises your cooking. After eating, suddenly a woman appears in your pod, with a baby in her arms. Panic can be seen on her face.

“Y/N, can you help me? My son, Ihaka, is ill. He has trouble breathing. I tried to go to Tsahik, but Olo’eyktan said that she is still on the ocean, and ordered me to go to you instead,”

“Of course,” you smiled, trying to calm her, as you carried the baby, “Let me see him,”

At a glance, Ihaka seems like a normal baby, but if you observe the way he is breathing, it’s clear that he has a problem there. You lay down Ihaka and took some massage oil. You start to massage his upper body, with your hands on his shoulders, making gentle strokes towards his chest. He is still coughing, but the pain seemed to have lessened. You bring him close to your chest. His eyes finally closed in sleep, and you put him again on the bed.

“There he is,” you smiled at his mother, and continue your words, “I’ll give you some potions, and he must drink it every day, to help cure his problem,” His mother nodded in pleasure. But when you step towards your medicine stuff, Ihaka is awake again. You reach him again, but Neteyam asked, “Can I help? I know some tricks to keep baby asleep,”

Ihaka’s mother seems hesitant, but you were curious. You nodded and give him permission. Neteyam carried Ihaka's tiny body in his arms, as his hands caress his cheek gently. Neteyam then sang a song, that seems like a lullaby tune. He sang it slowly, brushing the hair on Ihaka's forehead and gently swinging him. You never heard the lullaby before, but it seems to work on Ihaka. He closed his eyes again, sleeping soundly, even snoring softly.

You raised your eyebrow, “Seems like you are an expert with babies,”

Neteyam grinned, as he speak in a low voice, avoiding waking Ihaka, “I have 3 siblings, what do you expect?” then he put Ihaka back again on his mother’s arm. You gave her Ihaka’s medicines, and she expresses her gratitude by saying lots of thank you, bowed for you and Neteyam, and leaving your pod.

“It was beautiful, the lullaby you sang before,” you now speak to Neteyam, as a new feeling crawls inside you, impressed by him.

Neteyam chuckled, “My mom always sings that song when she put her children to sleep. As I’m the oldest, she taught me a lot about handling babies, so I can help her just in case,”

“That’s very nice,” you replied. “You’re a good big bro for sure,”

Neteyam blushed hearing your compliments, feels like he is on cloud nine. He couldn’t believe that his crush is saying sweet things to him! He couldn’t stop smiling when he walked back home.

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Tomorrow, he came again to your pod. You both are sitting face to face. It is afternoon time, the sun shone lazily and the wind blows gently into your room, making your room curtains made of seashells rub against each other and create a melodious sound.

"Tell me a story about your parents," You asked Neteyam, as you grip his hands. You spend this day with Neteyam listening to your story about how your day went with the Tsahik training. So in exchange, you want him to tell the stories about his people.

Neteyam quirked his eyebrow.

"My parents? The Toruk Makto thing? I think you already know it,"

You rolled your eyes. He noticed a few of your hair strands fell on your face as you did that.

"Not the Toruk Makto stuff. Tell me their story far before it, right from when your dad visited Pandora for the first time."

"Ow." Neteyam realized as he questioned, "You sure? It's quite a long story,"

You nodded, and then he started talking again.

"When I was still a kid, my family always gathered in our hammock and embraced each other. I remember my mom telling a story about when she first met my father. He is still a dream walker, spending his last hour trying to run away from thanator with his shirt ripped, and a few scratches on his body.

On the opposite, mom is ready to shoot him with her arrow. Nevertheless, a sign of Atokirina landing at her bow prevented her. Later, when he is attacked by viper-wolfes, mom saved him, although she is still displeased with his presence. But father said that it’s love at the first sight," Neteyam stopped, a big grin created on his face. "Such a dad joke. Little does he know, that Eywa destined them to be together, right from their first meeting."

And so, Neteyam tells the whole story of the dynamics of his parent's relationship, which seems like enemies to lovers' journey. Jake faces many difficulties and choices, which side is he on? But sure Eywa gave her a path, as Jake decided to lead the war against RDA, and return with victory. In the end, Jake is converted into his Navi body and started a family with Neytiri, the woman that he truly loves.

You sighed. "It's a beautiful story."

"Thank you," Neteyam responded. "I always think that my dad is a lover, he is willing to risk everything to be with my mom. While my mom is a fighter, she fought against her parent's view to be with him, and also fight to protect the clan,"

"No," You cut him. He seems confused, and then you spoke again. "You can't separate a lover and a fighter. If you're a lover, you have to be a fighter. Because if you don't fight for your love, what kind of love do you have?"

Neteyam doesn't say a word in response, but you feel his eyes fixated on yours. As you tilt your head and try to question him, you realized that his eyes are shining, with a yellow and green glow with a gentle look. You can't help yourself as you drown in his eyes and keep staring back at him, as he gives you a smile.

"You're right." Finally, he breaks the silence, but his gaze still fell on your face as he spoke again. "A lover must fight for who they love."

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notes : to be continued soon! :D

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The King, His Men, and I

Part One

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Word Count 2.1K

Summary: Prince Remus never wanted to get married. He loved his single life, being in love with his best friends and not being king. But then his father sets him up. Remus never wanted to fall in love for the forth time. Neither did his guards. Neither did his wife to be. But none of them could help it

POLY!MARAUDERS X FEMALE!READER

ROYAL!AU

The Lupin bloodline had always been kept noble. Kings marrying queens or the daughters of barons and noblemen. Lupins had been sitting on the throne for hundreds of years now, ruling with an iron fist.

That was until Remus’ father. Lyall Lupin had always loved riding off into the forest and shooting arrows at targets he had painted on trees (it was a passion he later shared with his son). One day when he was riding through the woods, chest heaving and sweat on his brow, he came across a girl from the village.

Hope. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And she was in danger.

The forest was full of all types of creatures, but they were usually found further in, where the forest got dark. They needed places to hide away and Hope had just passed that threshold.

The creature was pulling at her skirts, long, claw-like nails tearing at the fabric. Hope was pressed against a tree, tears springing from her eyes. As soon as he saw it Lyall jumped from his horse and thrust his sword towards the creature, slaying it where it was. He offered her kind words and a kind smile as she shook like a leaf.

His original plan was to take her back to the village, but, when Hope started talking, Lyall realised she had no idea who he was. He didn’t take her back to the village just yet; they spent the afternoon together instead.

At the end of the day, when Lyall was back in the castle and Hope was back in her tiny house in the village, Lyall knew he was in love.

There was a lot of fight between Lyall and his father when he found out about Hope. They’d managed to sneak around for a little while, but when Lyalls father found out about them, all hell broke loose. No matter what the king did to try and stop them from seeing each other. It took him almost banishing Hope from the kingdom before he realised how ridiculous it was.

They were married a month after that.

A year and a half after that they had a little boy of their own. Remus. He was their pride and joy for at least the first seven years of his life. He was given his first pony at four years old, his father often taking him out to the woods where his parent’s first met.

When Remus was seven he went into the woods alone. Once his father had become king he had laws against going too far into the woods, about disturbing the creatures that lived there. Of course, young Remus couldn’t understand this. And he wanted to know what was in those woods.

All of those creatures were magic. When his mother found out what happened, she wasn’t surprised. She was horrified, yes, but not surprised. Her little boy, future king, her only heir, a werewolf. If anybody found out he’d be run out of town, or worse.

There was limited staff in the castle who knew. Just the men who’d helped put together a space to contain him. A cellar that was once for wine, emptied out, the wooden door replaced by one made of steel. As long as Remus had somewhere to go at night, so he wasn’t out attacking the towns people, it was a problem solved.

Other than his furry little problem Remus’ upbringing was rather normal for a prince. He attended lessons and social events, watching his father give speeches and giving a few of his own as he got older. Getting older also came with his own band of guards. Well, squires until they were deemed capable enough to defend the royal family with their life.

With Remus’ help, the three squires became knights in no time. Well, it was Sir James and Sir Sirius first, Peter was just a late bloomer. Sirius became Remus’ personal guard; James and Peter just happened to always be around. If anybody tried to scold them for being with the prince instead of actually doing their job, all Remus had to do was show his face and they’d shut up instantly.

Of course, these boys had no idea about Remus’ furry little problem. It was always on the night of the full moon that Sirius had to himself, another guard that knew about Remus watching the metal door.

Yes, the boys were smart, but they couldn’t figure this one out, not at first. Well, it wasn’t really something they thought about. It was a night Sirius had off and they all took it to rest (since most nights were staying up in front of the fire cracking jokes or planning pranks on the other members of staff. Since he was the future king, Remus couldn’t join in with the pranks, but he could help plan them. Nobody knew he was the real master of the operation.)

When Remus was eighteen years old, soon to be nineteen, his parents called him to the throne room. He was exhausted, bags under his eyes and a fresh scar down his arm. Most scars were covered up of course, except for the unfortunate few on his face.

“Remus,” his father started, grimacing at the scars on his sons face. Remus couldn’t stop himself from shrinking away. Yes, his father would never want to make him feel self conscious, but he couldn’t stop the way those scars made him feel.

“Your mother and I have been talking.”

“And we have decided it’s time we step down, moved out of this castle and into Huxton Manor,” his mother finished. Don’t let the name fool you, Huxton Manor was a castle. It was only slightly smaller than the one they were in now, one the family used to holiday in whe Remus was a boy, before his furry little problem began.

Remus’ face paled further. “What are you trying to tell me?” He asked and took a careful step back.

“We think it’s time you marry.”

In truth Remus already had two loves of his life. Of course, although James and Sirius felt the same, they didn’t know how Remus felt. They’d confided in each other on one drunken night, might’ve even kissed each other, but nobody could remember.

And now Remus’ parents wanted to bring in someone from the outside.

Panic shot through him.

“Remus, we’re sorry,” his mother said and stepped down from the dais. “But with your… condition we can’t have you rule alone.”

“But I’m not alone!” Remus protested. “I have James and Sirius!”

Lyall shook his head. “You need an heir and to get that heir you need a wife.” He looked down at his son in a way he never had before, with stern eyes. "I have an old friend, a king from a neighbouring kingdom and he claims his daughter is wayward. He wants to settle her down before she tarnishes their family name or gets herself killed. I mentioned that your mother and I were looking into naming you king and the pieces fell into place."

"Father, you can't be-" Remus heard a snickering from somewhere behind him, one that stopped him from finishing his sentence.

"She will arrive by morning."

Sirius’ snickering stopped. That was when Remus realised just everything James and Sirius had heard. Already in pain from what he had heard, he couldn’t imagine how they must’ve been feeling.

***

There was so much Y/N wanted to do before she died or was married off. Either way, it was the same thing in her eyes. When she broke into the underground family vault just to see if she could, that was the last straw.

A week later she was in a carriage going too fast for her to jump out, with a guard either side of her, and two guards either side.

“How about we stop for a drink in the next tavern,” She offered, her feet up on the cushioned seat opposite her. One of the guards glared at her and pushed her feet from the seat. Y/N took that as a no and rolled her eyes.

Every five minutes she asked to stop for a drink or something to eat. Every time the guards said nothing and Y/N would turn back to the window. But this was her way of coping; cracking jokes and irritating those around her.

In no time at all she made it to the castle the Lupin family presided in. It was twice the size of Y/N’s own with walls and turrets and archers and guards, the likes of which Y/N had never seen. In a place like this she’d never get kidnapped. What a nice break this would be.

And then she remembered why she was here. Oh yeah, the wedding. A guard touched her back to push her forward, and Y/N went limp, falling back into the guard. He grunted as he caught her and stood her upright. “Nice try,” he muttered and got her walking towards the steps of the castle.

Of course, there was nobody to greet her as she got to the huge doors. Her carriage driver snapped the reins and moved the carriage around to the coach house. She shivered as only one of the doors swung open in front of her. Stepping through those doors, her fate would be sealed. Her guards held out their arms, reading her body language.

They, along with serving boys belonging to her new family, led her through the long hallways, past the terrifying pictures of the kings and queens of the past. They led her all the way through the castle until she was standing awkwardly in front of the king and queen.

Y/N rocked on her heels, until her lady pinched her side, stilling her. She sent Lily, her lady, an apologetic look and looked at the King and Queen. It was the night of a full moon, coincidentally, and, at that moment, Remus was being chained up by the best friends he was completely in love with. But Y/N didn’t need to know any of that.

She curtseyed, the way she was taught to, while rolling her eyes. But it was discreet and almost everybody but Lily missed it. “We’re very sorry our son can’t be here to greet you himself,” said the Queen as Y/N straightened up.

Y/N didn’t quite know how to respond. The fact that she was here to marry Prince Remus was one of the last things she was to know about before she took the journey up here. And now he wasn’t even here to say a brief hello. She couldn’t say anything though, knowing exactly how he must’ve been feeling.

“We know it’s late,” the king began. “And we will let you get to your room. We know our son is eager to meet you so, rest up, and we shall see you in the morning.”

Even this, the way the king spoke, was rather informal, something Y/N wasn’t used to. Well, she was, but not from a member of the royal family. From her old bar buddies.

She then remembered the speech her father had prepared for her. “Your majesties,” she said, nodding at the both of them. “My father and I are very grateful for your hospitality. My short journey through your country has already been so wonderful and I am looking forward to seeing the rest of it. My father is hoping to be here in three months time and we are all excited to be a part of this family.”

At that, Lyall smiled. He could recognise something that Y/N had not written. The fathers had written to each other almost every day, talking about parenting. Of course, Lyall had missed out on all the important things.

“Please, make yourself at home.”

They had servants bring her things up. Y/N laid in bed, in her sheer chemise, listening to the sounds of the castle. Howls and growls and grunts. For the first time in her life, Y/N was terrified. She was in unfamiliar lands with unfamiliar people and creatures.

And she had yet to meet her fiancé to be.

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Bedeviled | Chapter 13: trustfall

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 9.9k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, anxiety, blood, injuries, frightening depictions of Hell and those in it, frightening/disturbing scenes, graphic gore, read at your own risk

Previous, ML

Arms held out in front of you, you walked slowly, cautiously.

It was a lot darker than you anticipated.

Your wings were tucked up safely and covered by your cardigan, although they were already beginning to feel a bit sore and achy from being cooped up for the miniscule amount of time it had already been.

There were small areas of forest where the blood red sky shone through the leaves and illuminated the burnt bark of trees that you passed by. You’d quickly begun to get confused with how long it had been. It couldn’t have been more than half an hour since you went into the forest.

Just as you were about to stop to try and gather your thoughts, you saw a tall dark figure walking just ahead.

It was coming right towards you.

Quickly, you ducked behind a thick trunk, careful not to touch the heated bark.

In your panicked haste, you tripped; cringing at the sound of a twig snapping under your right foot.

A dead silence fell.

After a moment, you flinched at the sound of a deep voice, laced with amused irritation.

“I can hear you breathing.”

Shoot.

You gulped, bringing a hand up to your mouth.

Shifting a little, you nearly groaned aloud when you stepped on another twig and broke that one too.

The snap echoed around in the otherwise quiet forest.

Another moment passed before you realized there was nothing else to do but reveal yourself.

Slowly, with your mind spinning a quick story, you stepped out from behind the trunk.

Only ten feet ahead, the figure stood there, dark and silent.

You gulped, eyes wide as you tried to see in the darkness.

“Sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to startle you.”

It’s silent for another few breathless seconds, then the figure speaks again.

It was a demon, right? It had to be.

You hoped they’d let you talk before having their fun with you.

“Who said you startled me?”

Your brows furrowed at the voice.

It sounded familiar.

But it couldn’t be.

Impossible.

You finally shrugged slowly, “I guess I just assumed I did.”

The silhouette came closer, their footsteps practically undetectable as they moved silently.

“And what, pray tell, is a human doing this close to the entrance of the Underworld?”

A sliver of red light shining through the leaves fell on the newcomer as he stepped even closer to you.

As the ghostly light finally illuminated the demon’s face, your heart stopped in your chest and you froze. It felt like the entire world had frozen right along with you as you could do nothing but stare, wide-eyed, at the sight in front of you.

His black hair was shorter than it used to be, only just reaching his chin in soft waves.

It was as if the passing of time hadn’t occurred.

As if only five days came and went since you saw him last, not five hundred years.

Dark brown eyes that were once full of love stared at you with an emptiness so prominent there was a visceral horror in your gut that almost broke you right then and there.

The love of your life was standing right in front of you, after half a millennium.

You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t speak.

He truly looked no different besides a dark hardness surrounding him that made him look almost unrecognizable, no matter how similar he appeared to the last you spoke with him.

Your stomach turned.

“What’s the matter, doll? Devil got your tongue?”

It felt like a large stone was shoved down your throat, choking you to death and rendering you incapable of speech.

He chuckled.

The sound made your heart lurch as your eyes fell on the tattoos covering his skin.

When they landed on the rose, you ground your teeth harshly together.

Focus, ____.

Don’t mess it up, not now.

“What’s your name, little human?”

You promised, ____.

Do… not… mess… it… up… now...

Even if it took every last bit of strength out of you, you would resist.

You snapped out of it and took a step back.

No matter what happened from then on, you were not going to give up on him.

You would not fail him.

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You drag your eyes away from the apple tattooed above his heart, all the way up to his face.

He’s staring at you in bewilderment, his dark eyes squinted as he watches you closely, as if anticipating you blowing up again.

Swallowing thickly, you drop your gaze to the boots still clutched in your shaking hands.

You haven’t once been able to look at him for long.

There’s no knowing the amount of time you’ve been in Hell, it could be weeks or even months.

It doesn’t matter.

You will never be able to look him in the eyes without your heart breaking.

The first moment you saw him, at the gate, you knew it would never stop hurting.

The way he still looks at you without an ounce of recognition makes you sick.

You had lost it there for a moment and done something foolish, thinking maybe if he touched something that used to be his, he would remember the life he once had.

He would remember Aera.

He would remember you.

Give me strength.

You set the tiny boots back into the chest, something else catching your eye as you do so.

JK watches silently as you stand up, still not looking at him.

“Please,” You whisper, “Can we not be here anymore?”

“What just happened?” He asks coldly.

“I’d like to leave.”

“Not until you tell me why you just went fucking psycho and tore this place to shreds.”

You close your eyes and take a shuddering breath, “I don’t want to be here-”

“Too bad,” he snaps, “Answer me.”

“I-” You gulp, hands beginning to shake again as you stand there and stare at a broken beer bottle on the ground, “Please-”

JK stalks across the room, his height well above yours as you try your best not to look at him when he whispers angrily, “What are you so fucking afraid of?”

Your chest rises and falls with quick breaths.

It’s too stuffy here.

“JK, please-”

“Say it.”

“I ca-” Tears build in your eyes, a hand moving to your chest, “I can’t breathe i- in here, please-”

He sighs sharply, irritated.

His eyes take in your current state; still slightly sweaty, hair a mess, small welts running along your arms and legs, and more bruises and cuts than one could count. Your exhausted face is filled with anxiety and something else he can’t place.

The demon sighs again, but this time it isn’t as aggressive.

“Let’s go.”

You look at him, relief clear in your eyes.

He forces himself to look away after a second.

“Thank you-”

“Come on,” he snaps, turning and walking towards the door.

The second you step out behind him, you once again see the blood red sky and perpetual smoke filling the air.

You’ve always had the strength.

Now, you just need to believe it.

Taking a deep breath, you follow him out, shutting the door of your past life behind you.

Only for a second, you look back to see it one last time.

But it’s gone.

There’s nothing but mounds of dirt and weeds.

Closing your eyes, you will the tears not to come.

You are so close, you can feel it.

Now is not the time to ruin everything, as much as you want to fall to the ground and sob.

Ever since you first came face to face with him, it has been a nonstop battle not to crumple and beg on your knees for him to please know you, to cry your heart out and plead for him to remember.

“So? What happened?”

You turn away from the piles of dirt and look at him.

“Is this what you want?”

He looks at you in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

You clear your throat, “In exchange for you explaining the tattoos. You said you would think about what you want from me.”

JK scoffs, “Really? You think I’d fall for something so easy?”

“Your choice,” You walk around him.

“You know I could-”

“Torture it out of me?” You turn and look at him again.

Then you walk forward and grab his hand, noting how he doesn’t pull away.

You put his larger hand on your chest, close to your throat, “Do it.”

“What?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“You want to know all my secrets?” You speak softly, eyes locked on his, “Then hurt me. Tear it out of me, however you want to do it.”

He doesn’t say anything.

Doesn’t move his hand either, even when you’ve taken yours away from his wrist.

“Afraid I can use His name against you?” You mumble, “Don’t be. I won’t say a word. Not until you rip what you want to know out of me.”

“What are you doing-”

“I’m giving you permission.”

His eyes widen slightly, but you don’t look away.

“I’m giving you permission to hurt me JK, to torture me in any way that you want, until you’re satisfied.”

Even though your eyes stay locked on his, you can feel the slight tremble of his fingers on your skin.

His eyes fall to where his hand rests on your chest.

JK takes a deep breath.

Everything inside is telling him to do it, to choke you, to force you to speak by whatever means, to hurt you in any way he can.

He’s capable.

He always has been.

“Do it.”

Your soft voice makes him gulp as he stares at his hand.

Do it.

Hurt her.

It would be so easy.

So easy to break her.

You watch closely as he gulps.

After a minute, a sharp intake of breath leaves him and he pulls his hand away.

“I don’t have time for this bullshit,” He chokes out, “Stop wasting what little I do have.”

When he turns and starts walking away, you let out the breath you were holding, hand cupping your throat gently before you watch his back as he walks off.

A small smile tugs at your lips, a tear sliding down your cheek.

You quickly wipe your eyes, then hurry after him.

You’re not really sure where you are.

It’s clear you are no longer in the seventh circle, but you don’t think this is the eighth circle either.

All you can see is the blood red sky, black smoke thick in the air, and nothing but a wide expanse of dirt that you walk along.

He stays silent as you walk, which is expected.

Every time you seem to rattle him he broods for a while before inevitably calming down again.

For the first time, it doesn’t bother you too much.

He didn’t hurt you.

That’s the one thing in your mind that you hold onto as you limp along slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite the pain in every part of your body, inside and out.

He didn’t hurt me.

You look up and see that you’ve almost caught up to him.

He had been a lot further ahead than you for a while, how did you suddenly catch up after not changing your pace at all?

That’s when you realize that he must have been the one to change his pace.

For whatever reason, he slowed down enough for you to get closer.

He still faces forward, not acknowledging your presence whatsoever even as you come up beside him, still very much limping.

You two walk in silence for a while.

“You’re taking forever.”

You smile to yourself at his sudden grumpy comment.

It’s about time.

“What else is new?” You joke softly, looking at him.

There’s a tiny smirk on his face as he drops his head, then looks at you, still walking.

Amusement is clear in his dark eyes as he observes you.

When your smile grows a little, you see the amusement drain from his gaze before he turns to face forward again.

“So,” You look down at your feet, noticing how different they are compared to his.

His feet are clad in sleek black boots, not a single falter in his steps. Yours are bare apart from tattered cloth stained with blood and dirt and sweat, the rough ground unforgiving on the unsteady appendages.

Oh, well.

“So?” He presses in annoyance after you never finish your sentence.

“I’m not sure if I ought to say…”

“Let me help you decide,” He says snarkily, voice pitched higher, “You ought to finish saying what it was you were going to say before I lose my patience with you.”

You roll your eyes.

“I was just going to ask where we are. It’s not like you’re going to answer me anyway though,” You grumble, “You never answer anything I ask with simple explanations.”

JK barks out a laugh at that but doesn’t respond to what you wanted to know.

After a moment, you sigh.

“See? I told you so.”

“Someone’s impatient.”

“Says you,” You scoff, “The one that threatens to torture me any time I don’t do what he wants.”

He raises a single brow as he turns in your direction, but you’re too busy looking at the barren wasteland ahead to see him.

JK sighs quietly and looks forward, once again falling into silence.

“Ok, but like actually-”

The sound of his laughter at your sudden words after it being quiet for so long makes you smile.

“-where are we?” You finish.

“You don’t like silence do you?” He asks, looking down at you.

You swallow, dragging your gaze from his; not noticing how he doesn’t look away.

“I guess not,” You say softly.

“Why not?” He asks, seeming genuinely curious.

“You know,” Your eyes linger on a burnt twig as you approach it, then continue on past, “You’re really good at asking questions. Terrible at answering them.”

“I don’t see that as an insult.”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” You laugh.

He shrugs, “Maybe I’m not terrible at answering, maybe you just suck at coming up with good questions.”

“You think my questions are too boring to answer?” You ask in disbelief.

“I think you’re just asking the wrong ones.”

“And by that you mean…?”

“I rest my case.”

You shake your head, “Not answering questions just means you have a lot more to hide than you want me to believe.”

“And what about you, little mortal?”

“What about me?”

The demon stops, making you halt as well, wincing a little at the pain in your right ankle that’s been flaring up for a while now.

He steps closer, but you don’t move away.

“How much are you hiding from me?”

You stare back at him steadily before whispering, your voice even despite the hushed tone.

“Absolutely everything.”

There’s a flash of something in his eyes, but it’s subtle and passes too quickly to catch.

He takes another step towards you, and another, until he’s only two hands length away from your face.

If you reached out, you could touch him.

You wonder briefly if his cheeks would feel the same as they once did, only colder now.

“You’re truly a piece of work,” He whispers back, but there’s no undertone of malice in his voice as there has been most of your time here, “Do you realize that?”

“Never doubted I was,” You respond, “Didn’t think I could so easily get under the skin of a demon though, I won’t lie.”

He chuckles lowly, shaking his head at your words.

“Do you ever tire of being so incredibly annoying all the time?”

“I’m not sure,” You smirk, “Do you ever tire of fighting back?”

His dark eyes flicker between yours.

“No.”

“So, JK,” Your voice has dropped to a low whisper, “How much are you hiding from me?”

You keep your eyes on him as he moves closer.

For a moment, you think he’s going to whisper in your ear, but he doesn’t, he just keeps coming towards your mouth, head tilted slightly.

That’s when you think he’s going to kiss you.

Your stomach flips over when he stops, his lips a mere inch from yours as he whispers, his icy breath going past your parted lips and into your mouth as your eyes flutter closed.

“Absolutely everything.”

The demon pulls away just as you open your eyes again, an evil smirk planted on his stupidly beautiful mouth.

You gulp, which makes him chuckle darkly.

“If you’re gonna play the game, doll,” His pretty eyes look large and innocent, yet clearly mocking. A cold slender finger runs along your jaw before flicking off your chin, “At least try to win.”

You bite your lip, which draws his gaze there momentarily before it flickers away quickly.

He turns and walks a few paces away, “How do you feel about taking a break?”

You stand frozen for another moment before gulping and nodding stupidly, “Good, gre- great. I mean, sure… fine.”

“Careful doll, your weakness for pretty things is showing.”

Of course he knows how pretty he is.

Gosh darn it.

It seems like just when you think you have the upper hand, he flips the board just to show you that he’s been in the lead the entire time and will continue to be no matter what you do.

You sigh and walk over to sit on the spot of dirt that has the least amount of twigs.

Not that it’s much comfier than any other spots.

JK glances at you briefly, watching as you put your chin in your hands and sigh softly.

He turns away and sits on the ground across from you, less than ten feet away.

You stare at the thick black clouds of smoke in the sky, wondering if you stared hard enough if there would be a glimpse of the sun.

Or a star.

Or anything.

You already know you won’t, you can’t help but pretend though.

The loud crackling sound and sudden warmth makes you jump before staring wide-eyed at the bright fire that appeared in front of you.

Letting out a slow breath, you touch a hand to your chest to calm your racing heart.

Across the fire, you see him.

He’s sitting cross-legged, staring at the fire, not a single thought behind his eyes.

Is he even aware of making the fire just now?

After another few moments of silence, you see his pretty eyes drift up to look at you from across the red flames.

Neither of you says a word for almost a full minute.

“Why?” You finally whisper, voice cracking a little after not using it.

He tilts his head in question, wanting to know what you’re asking.

“Why would either of us want a fire in the middle of Hell?” Your voice is still soft, but there’s a teasing lilt to it, “This is the hottest place to ever exist. Yet, you make them all the time…why?”

His eyes fall to his clasped hands and you see a faint smile appear before he bites his bottom lip, then shrugs and mumbles, “Just bored I guess-”

“Liar.”

His eyes raise to yours again.

It’s quiet save the crackling flames trying to lick their way into the sky.

You can’t blame them.

How unfair it would be to be one of nature’s most powerful forces, yet be stuck on the ground, confined in one place while your brethren, the brilliant stars, get to shine in the sky for the whole world to see.

What a terrible luck to be drawn.

You’d want to join the stars too.

“I don’t know.”

You’re jolted back to the present at the sound of his uncharacteristically soft voice.

He’s no longer looking at you, but at the fire again.

“I don’t know why I do it, okay? I just-...I don’t know. Is that a good enough answer for you?” He asks bitterly, picking at one of his fingernails and gnawing his lip.

“Yes.”

He looks up at you in surprise, but now you’re the one entranced by the dancing flames.

“Are you being facetious?” He asks suspiciously.

The demon watches in confusion as a small smile plays on your lips and you shake your head, “No, I’m not.”

“Oh.”

When you lift your eyes again, they meet his.

“It’s okay not to know the answer to something,” You say gently, “It’s okay not having a reason. I was just curious. ‘I don’t know’ is as good an answer as any.”

He says nothing, just darts his eyes away, seeming more unsure than you’ve seen him since coming to Hell. There’s not a single flicker of smug entitlement in his pretty eyes.

When you stand up, his gaze follows your movement without looking directly at you.

You wince a little at the ache in your ankle that won’t go away when you put weight on it. You’re not sure when you hurt it, but it feels like it was twisted terribly.

He doesn’t say a word when you sit next to him.

“I like fires too.”

The demon finally looks at you.

“Why?”

You keep your eyes forward, not letting yourself look at him just yet.

You’re not sure you can handle it.

“They’ve always been a source of comfort for me. And believe me, I can use all the comfort I‘m able to get in this place.”

He chuckles dryly at that.

A beat of silence passes before you hear him speak up.

“Why don’t you like it when it’s quiet?”

You can feel his gaze but don’t turn to look at him.

“You’re always trying to fill the silence, even if it means just mumbling songs to yourself,” He continues, voice still too soft to sound much like him, “I don’t get it.”

Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you nibble on the tip of your right thumb.

“Silence reminds me of something I don’t like remembering.”

It only takes a moment for him to respond, “What’s that?”

You give him a side glance, then go back to chewing on your thumbnail nervously.

“Being alone.”

JK’s mind flits back to when you were in the shed, before you woke up.

You were talking in your sleep, begging someone not to leave you.

He gulps.

“I prefer being alone,” He finally whispers, grabbing a stick from the ground and leaning forward to toss it into the fire. The flames spark a little before calming once more.

“We don’t-…”

He turns his head to look at you when you speak.

“We don’t have to be enemies,” You whisper gently, “We both want something and we need each other to get it.”

JK examines the almost forced numb expression on your face, the light of the fire shining an orange glow across your soft skin.

He blinks slowly, unaware of the gentle pull he feels as he looks at you.

“I don’t need you,” He says, but his eyes do not move from your face, “I don’t need anyone.”

The demon watches as your eyes become wet with tears, a sad smile on your lips; you’re still not facing him.

“You might not need me,” You finally turn your head to look at him, eyes still full of unshed tears, even so, he can’t stop looking into them, “But I definitely need you.”

The breath gets caught in his chest at your words.

Don’t overthink it, you idiot.

Of course she needs you, how else would she get that Flame to help her stupid best friend?

He swallows thickly and looks away, “Whatever, mortal.”

You shift to get more comfortable, pulling your right leg out in front of you.

A beat of silence passes.

“You’re hurt.”

“Ah, you’ve finally noticed,” You joke, spreading out your arms to display all the injuries thus far, but he doesn’t seem amused.

“Your ankle.”

“Oh,” You look at it to see it looks a bit swollen.

“I must have sprained it at some point-... twisted it in the seventh circle or something, it’s not serious-”

“Give me your leg.”

“Listen man,” You hold your hands up, palms splayed out, “You’ve already got two, don’t go and start telling me you need a third, cause I’m generous but not that generous-”

“You’re an idiot,” He snaps, moving forward to snatch your leg and move it into his lap, startling you into speechlessness.

His eyes seem to darken more than usual as he looks at your sore ankle.

You’re too busy fighting the heat creeping into your cheeks at the cold touch of his fingers that run up and down the slightly swollen skin.

The last time he did that, it didn’t last long before he was leaning over you, mouth pressed to yours as his hands gently took off your clothes, one piece at a time.

Your eyes widen and you move to pull your foot back, but he snaps something at you again, you can’t hear what it is though.

Something about not being a fool and sitting still before he knocks you out cold.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath-

“Ah!” You flinch, instinctively reaching down to push him away.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” He mumbles, continuing to press around your ankle, waiting for each reaction of pain before nodding with satisfaction and reaching over to tear a chunk off of his silky black shirt.

“You’re-” You grind your teeth as he ungracefully wraps your ankle and foot with the piece of torn cloth, tightly, “You’re a jerk.”

The demon scoffs, “Am I not helping you right now?”

You roll your eyes, wincing once more as he ties the makeshift bandage roughly, “Don’t pretend like it isn’t satisfying for you to watch me in pain.”

He glances up, a smirk on his lips, “I never denied that.”

“Ah,” You grunt when he shoves your foot from his lap, “Why’d you do that anyway?”

“Maybe I wanted to hear you scream.”

“Nice try,” You sneer at him, “Why are you bothering to help me?”

“Like you said,” He shrugs, “You have something I want and I can’t get it if you give up. Maybe we don’t need to be enemies right now.”

You say nothing else, just pull your foot close to you, gently touching the silky fabric.

It feels better already, and will definitely help when you start walking again.

JK makes a sound of disapproval and leans forward, smacking your hand away from your bandaged foot and messing with the knot he had tied.

Apparently it wasn’t good enough.

“Don’t be touching it and fucking it up,” He mutters as he tightens it a little more, then proceeds to tuck the small knot into the folds of fabric that are wrapped snugly.

You swallow thickly as you watch him work quietly, tears building in your eyes when a memory flashes through your mind.

“You’re so clumsy, Apple.”

You crossed your arms, fighting the blush on your cheeks, “It was your idea to race from the waterfall.”

Jungkook laughed, making you look away.

The red in your cheeks was only because you were hot.

It was hot out.

Being only nine years old, you didn’t think of having a crush on your best friend, there were times though, that you felt a little more embarrassed at the way your cheeks reddened when he was being particularly sweet.

Like after you tripped and fell while racing from the waterfall to the shed and he immediately got on the ground to help you.

Your ankle was definitely sprained, but as he wrapped it tightly with one of his mother’s large handkerchiefs that he always kept in his pocket, it had already begun to feel better.

“How do you know it’s the right way?” You asked curiously as you watched him work.

There was no hint of mocking in your tone, you were genuinely wondering how he knew what to do to make it better.

“Mother taught me,” Jungkook said, glancing up at you to smile before looking back down at his task, “She said you don’t want it to be too tight, that will cut off your circulation. You don’t want it too loose either though, or it won’t support the injury.”

You smiled, “You sound smart when you talk like that.”

The eleven year old boy rolled his eyes dramatically, “I’m already smart.”

That made you giggle.

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

He finished tying the messy knot, tucked it into the fabric folds, then looked at you with a sweet smile.

“What’re best friends for?”

You blink slowly, mentally begging yourself to look away from him.

It hurts too much.

The demon bent over in front of you glances up, catching your eye before you turn your head away. He says nothing, just backs away into his previous spot and goes back to messing with his nails.

The fire crackles and snaps.

Somewhere in the distance, there’s the sound of faint howling.

The night songs of Hell are nothing like that of Earth’s.

They’re most especially nothing like where you’ve come from.

Nothing compares to being up there.

But when you close your eyes and focus, you can pretend.

“I’m not sure I’ll make it out of here.”

JK glances at you.

Your eyes are closed, knees tucked up to your chin and arms wrapped around them.

“I haven’t seen the stars for a long time. I miss them.”

He isn’t sure why you’re telling him this.

“At times I think maybe I can handle it, but sometimes it’s very hard.”

He stays quiet, listening intently as you list out whatever seems to be on your mind. Mostly silly random little things like worrying you might have ruined your dress, or that your hair will never again be untangled.

You finally open your eyes, not seeing the way he still looks at you.

Taking a deep breath, you blow gently on the fire, making the flames dance.

“Ok, you can take them now,” You whisper.

JK watches in confusion as you smile at the flames, your eyes traveling up and watching as the smoke carries something off into the sky.

He doesn’t ask you to clarify what you’ve just done and you don’t offer the answer freely, so the silence begins yet again.

“What is something that bothers you?” You finally ask, turning to him.

He raises a brow, then shrugs.

“I don’t know, why are you asking?”

“You do know, and just answer the question.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, then huffs out a big breath, “Well… Sav is one annoying fuck, that’s for sure.”

You smile, “What else?”

“The predictability of the human race.”

You laugh lightly, “Fair enough.”

He sighs, tilting his head this way and that to stretch his neck, “I despise being caught off guard.”

The demon chuckles humorlessly but doesn’t look at you as he leans back on his hands, “I really fucking hate change, but I also hate when every day is the same.”

You don’t say anything, just watch as he seems to become unaware of your presence or how much he’s letting out as he stares at the fire.

“I hate being made to feel as if I’m a puppet. Like I don’t make my own decisions. Like I can’t.”

A few moments pass in silence, then you see that he’s begun to realize how vulnerable he was for a minute there.

“Toss them into the fire.”

“Hm?” He looks at you, black brows furrowed.

“Everything you said, all the thoughts still in your mind that you won’t let out. Toss it all into the flames.”

“Why-”

“Just trust me.”

He sighs dramatically but does as you say, looking at the fire and squinting.

“Ok, I did it.”

You scooch closer, something he’s far too aware of when he can feel your warmth even more than the fire’s as you just sit there beside him.

“Now, look.”

He follows your finger as you point to the smoke leaving the tips of the orangey red flames, dancing up into the bloody sky, higher and higher until he can’t see it any longer.

“Now they’re all gone,” You whisper, face not far from his own when he looks back at you, “You can breathe.”

Against his own will he takes in a shuddering breath, letting it out slowly as you stare into his eyes.

“I still don’t know what to call you,” He whispers, everything else fading away from his view when you smile.

“How about Apple?”

“Apple?” He looks confused, but also very much distracted by still staring at you, “That’s strange,” he mumbles, lost in thought.

Your heart breaks just a little when you hear him utter the name.

His gaze flits between your eyes and lips, unsure where they’re dying to drown in more.

“You might not need me, but I definitely need you.”

Another shaky breath leaves his lips as he leans in, ready to risk it all just to get one taste of your undoubtedly sweet sweet mouth.

You want to kiss him too, he can feel it.

Humans reek of their desires, it’s impossible to miss.

Your own scent is thick with a heavy sweetness, like a perfume wafting from you each time you look at him.

You’re ruining him.

Maybe Apple fits you after all.

You gulp when he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Not a single word of disagreement comes from you when he reaches over and pushes your shoulder gently until you’re lying on the dirt, hair splayed out around your head as he crawls over your quivering body.

It feels almost like you’re shaking from the cold.

But it’s so hot.

A stuttered breath coming from you passes over his cheeks as his gaze drags over your face again and again, as if it’s the first and last time he will ever see it.

“I don’t understand you,” He whispers hoarsely, rough fingers tracing over your cheek and pushing a strand of hair from your face.

The way your eyes flit between his makes the demon’s chest feel strange.

Like it’s too tight, too hard to breathe, but also like the way you’re looking at him is the source of his breath. The only way he can continue to breathe at all.

The fallen angel that fears nothing, is slightly terrified.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, “I don’t understand me half the time either.”

He shakes his head, too confused and scared to snap back with a joke of his own.

“You are so annoying,” he groans, but despite his clear irritation, his fingers cup your cheek gently, “Please just shut up and fucking kiss me already.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and the look on his face as he leans even closer until his nose touches yours.

Only seconds later, you can feel the touch of his lips ghosting over yours.

He’s shaking.

He hasn’t fully brought his mouth against yours yet.

Not yet, ____.

Fight it.

A gasp escapes you as you put a hand to his chest, panting.

“Stop.”

He freezes, body trembling even more after making himself stop.

“What?” He chokes out, desperate to close the distance.

“N-”

You close your eyes.

Not like this, you want to say.

But you can’t say anything; it’s taking too much strength just to hold him back when you want so badly to do nothing but press your lips to his. You open your eyes at the sound of his soft and confused voice.

“Why?” The way his eyes look between yours with something close to hurt makes your stomach twist violently.

“Oh,” he finally whispers, coming to some realization as to why you don’t want him to kiss you until you can’t breathe. Whatever he’s come up with in his brain is not going to be right, but there’s not really anything you can say to fix it.

The demon moves back, dark hair sticking to his forehead that’s shining with a light sheen of sweat. You see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly and pushes the hair out of his eyes.

“Your best friend,” he mumbles as you close your eyes again.

This is all so messed up.

“You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him.”

You open your eyes and look at him, still lying on your back as he’s sitting back on his heels, looking at you.

The way he says it sounds bitter, as if he’s jealous.

Jealous of himself without even realizing it.

“JK.”

“Are you really going to go back to him?” He asks stiffly.

“It’s-...complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

His words make you look at him again.

“What do you mean?” You whisper.

“What if-” He gulps, running a hand through his hair and now avoiding your gaze, “What if you didn’t go back?”

“I…don’t understand,” your voice breaks.

JK sighs deeply.

“What don’t you understand?”

“Anything,” you choke out, “I don’t understand anything you’re saying-”

“Stay.”

You sit up, startled at the suggestion.

“You’re not serious.”

“What makes you think I’d say it if I wasn’t?”

“You-” Your mind is racing, “You hate me-...”

He doesn’t say anything to that.

He does hate you…

Doesn’t he?

JK swallows.

I hate you.

I hate you more than I’ve ever hated any useless mortal.

I hate you…because I don’t hate you at all.

He closes his eyes slowly, a horror settling deep inside at the prospect he’s finally come to terms with. What he’s been denying internally for so long.

“Would you?”

You look at him, noticing that he’s still closing his eyes as he speaks softly.

When you don’t answer, he asks again, “Would you stay…if it weren’t for him?”

“What are you asking me, JK?”

He knows what you’re trying to do.

You’re not stupid.

You know exactly what he means.

You just want him to say it out loud.

But he can’t.

Not even you, as much of a hold as you seem to have on him, can make him utter the words.

So, he stands up.

“Forget it,” he spits, “You’re too fucking obsessed with something you’ll never have. You’d rather waste away and pine than take what’s right in front of you. Who am I to stop you?”

“Just say it,” You speak up as he turns away from you sitting on the ground and looking up at him with those stupidly pretty eyes, “Say it and I’ll answer you.”

“No,” he growls.

“Say it.”

“Shut up.”

“Why can’t you just say it?!” You cry, smacking a hand against the dirt.

“Because I can’t!” He whirls around, the look on his face a mixture between rage and longing, “I can’t! I can’t say it and watch you reject me for him!” He flings an arm out as if gesturing to someone who isn’t there.

Your eyes widen slowly.

He stands there, jaw taught with emotion, eyes swimming with a hidden torture.

Then you see him begin to morph.

It starts with the area around him, everything darkening, as if a shadow has been cast over the two of you. His face becomes horribly gaunt, one of his cheeks melting away until you can see the bone of his jaw and some of his teeth. Blood drips from his eyes like tears as black horns grow from his head.

You look on in horror as the rest of him starts to rip apart, as though he was clawed mercilessly, his clothes soon in shreds and skin hanging in bloody gashes, bones sticking out.

Huge black feathered wings sprout from his back and heavy metal chains appear on his bruised wrists and ankles, weighing him down as he stands there, head dropped low.

You move backwards slowly, tears of paralyzing horror streaming down your cheeks.

Being with him down here for so long made you forget what he is.

For sin is attractive.

Until you see its true form.

“Isn’t he so disgustingly wretched?”

You flinch at the grating voice that keeps coming back, one that does not belong to the demon in front of you.

It belongs to something far worse.

You can’t plug your ears, you can’t close your eyes.

All you can do is stare at the mutilated figure in front of you as it shakes, clearly in agonizing torment.

“Stop it,” you manage to choke out, “Leave him alone!”

There’s a deep laugh and you feel a shiver run through you.

“Oh, he is alone. The poor miserable creature-”

“Get out of here!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

“This is my territory, little angel,” It hisses, “You get out.”

Your stomach drops.

Then the shadow looming over you disappears.

All of the blood and the bone and the terror slowly seep away. Beautiful soft skin fills out over his face and body, the black wings bursting into a cloud of smoke as the chains melt away.

Finally able to move, you jump up and catch him when he falls forward, the weight of him in your arms making a sob rip from your throat as you sink to the ground with him, not letting go.

“JK?” You whimper, brushing the hair from his face as you keep him in your embrace.

After a few moments, he stirs, eyes fluttering open and looking at you in confusion.

“What the hell?” He mumbles weakly.

You wipe the tears from your eyes, “Are you okay?”

He sits up, a hand on his head as he looks around.

“What-” He looks back at you, “What happened? Why are you crying?”

“I-” You swallow the tears wanting to burst out of you.

He doesn’t remember.

He doesn’t know that you just saw his true form, what he looks like behind the beautiful facade. The agony that weighs him down even though no one else can see it.

“You passed out,” you mumble, sick to your stomach.

He glares at you suspiciously before moving to his feet with a grunt.

“Let’s just keep moving,” he snaps.

Your body is trembling from the horror that is still burned in your brain.

What happened? What did they do to him?

“Get up, come on!”

You stand shakily, not looking directly at him.

If you do, you know you will see it, even in your mind.

You’re not sure if you’ll be able to look at him again without seeing the blood dripping from his many concealed wounds, the bones sticking out of his skin where he’s been so cruelly broken.

Your heart feels like it’s been lodged into your throat and your stomach twists terribly as you shuffle after him.

For once, you welcome the silence.

JK rolls his eyes at how slowly you walk behind him.

All he can remember before realizing he was on the ground is shouting at you, admitting how he won’t make himself vulnerable just to be rejected for some idiot human boy that couldn’t care less about you.

How humiliating.

It was merely a moment of weakness, it will not happen again.

He will get you to the Flame, you will promise him your soul, and then you will leave; never to see each other again.

No other possibilities should have ever crossed his mind.

You will go back to your stupid little friend, fully believing you can save him.

A nasty smirk curves on the devil’s face at the knowledge that it will not go as you so desperately hope.

That bastard you are so unwaveringly loyal to will live an eternity of loss and regret, walking the planes of sorrow until he decides to accept his miserable fate in Hell.

Serves him right for allowing someone he claims to love to suffer for him while he sits idly by.

Your fate, on the other hand, is a little harder for him to swallow.

It matters not, though.

It’s your own fault for being so stupidly blinded by love.

JK glances over his shoulder to see you walking along quietly, head hung low as you watch your feet.

You’re not limping nearly as much as you were.

“We don’t have to be enemies.”

He scoffs.

Stupid mortal, thinking she can so easily befriend a demon.

He jerks his neck to the side, a satisfying crack sounding when he does. Then he rubs the place between his neck and shoulder, sighing deeply.

It’s almost finished.

He can stand it a little longer.

As long as he doesn’t say any more stupid shit that he doesn’t mean.

Idiot.

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You slow to a stop after sensing that he is no longer far ahead of you.

Lifting your head, you see him looking down into an enormous funnel going deep into the earth.

It’s similar to the one just outside of the second circle, but about half the size. The first one was far too deep to see into. But when you walk over to stand next to him and look down, you wish you hadn’t.

You can certainly see into this one.

There are stairs carved into the side of the giant ditch, leading down a couple hundred feet until you reach the bottom. The bottom is then filled with ten ditches, small bridges separating each one.

In those ditches are untold horrors beyond even your worst imagination.

You stumble backwards, tripping and falling onto your backside, horror gripping your entire being so viciously that you turn and retch.

JK closes his eyes at the sound of your hyperventilating from behind him.

“I can’t help you here,” he says quietly, but still loud enough for you to hear him. He sounds almost regretful.

You wipe at your mouth and eyes, “It’s okay,” you whimper tearfully, clasping your hands and praying fervently for the courage to continue, knowing what lies ahead.

Knowing what you have to do.

What you will do.

No matter what.

“I’ll be alright.”

The demon gulps when a tiny sob leaves your throat.

You continue to cry a little more, sniffling to yourself as you rock on the ground.

Finally, he turns to look back at you.

You’ve cleaned your face up a bit and are currently checking under the blood soaked bandage on your left foot.

You look up in surprise when he kneels in front of you, holding his hand out.

In his palm is a strip of silky black cloth.

You take it slowly, wrapping it around your left foot to match the right, just the way he taught you to when you were little.

“What’re best friends for?”

You close your eyes and place a hand on your heart to calm it. When you open them again, he’s watching you.

I won’t give up on you, I promise.

I’ll try not to be scared.

“Are you ready?” He asks gently.

You nod.

JK holds out a hand, giving you the most genuine smile you’ve seen since coming here when you take it.

“You know,” he says as he pulls you to your feet, “You’re pretty strong…for a mortal.”

“Thank you,” you whisper hoarsely, not looking him in the eye.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

When you look at him, you can see several different meanings behind those words.

Are you sure you want to get that Flame…?

Are you sure you want to go back to your friend, to go on without him…?

If only he knew why you came here.

If only you could tell him without jeopardizing everything.

“I’m sure.”

The disappointment is clear for a moment before the emotion is wiped from his face and he nods.

“Alright then.”

You follow him to the dirt stairs built into the side of the giant crevice.

“Are you going to leave me?” You ask, staring down into the eighth circle of Hell.

He examines your face while he stands beside you even as you keep your eyes from looking in his direction.

“No.”

That’s all he says before starting down the stairs.

You look after him with a sad smile tugging at your lips.

Then you follow him.

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The screams that reach your ears are on an entirely different level from any circle thus far.

You keep your eyes glued to your guide’s back, praying that if you are forced to look away, you will have the strength not to give up.

After reaching the bottom of the steps, you realize that the demon in front of you does not look at the sinners with a sick and twisted smirk as he had done for so long.

He does not look at them at all.

His eyes are focused on nothing but straight ahead.

Chilling cackles echo around the funnel, turning your stomach to rot.

The sound of screaming, the sound of crying, the sound of things you do not want a mental picture of.

It surrounds you like a thick blanket, choking you.

Your hands shake at your sides as you walk along the first thin bridge behind him, the dirt structure only big enough to go in a single file line, so you can’t be next to him.

He doesn’t stop to peer into the ditches as he so often would.

He doesn’t chuckle while listening to the torture being dealt.

All he does is walk steadily forward.

As you’re crossing the second bridge, there’s suddenly a burning grasp on your ankle. A surprised scream leaves your throat as you tumble to the ground, shaking while trying to stay on the small bridge.

Against your better judgment, you turn and look at who grabbed you.

It’s an old man.

He’s covered in flames, an enraged look on his face as he grabs for you again.

“Get in! Get in! Get in!”

He won’t stop screaming.

You can’t stop screaming.

Firm hands grasp under your arms and lift you to your feet.

“Walk, little mortal.”

For the first time, that nickname does not come out of his mouth as an insult.

You limp away quickly, hyper aware of the skin around your ankle scorched and very clearly melting a bit from the sinner’s touch.

Biting your lip harshly, you will yourself not to look down at the damage.

Falling to your knees after finally reaching the end of that crossing, you shake violently.

Don’t look.

A loud groan passes your lips as you drop your forehead to the ground.

It’s bad, you know it is.

You can feel your own skin dripping down your ankle.

“Ah,” you breathe heavily, the dirt blowing up from the ground and into your open mouth.

His presence is soon tangible, standing right next to you.

“I’m okay.”

Your voice shakes just as much as your body does.

“I know,” he responds.

You climb to your feet, then begin to stumble towards the next bridge.

The only thing you can do is ignore the sounds of people being struck with weapons again and again as you hurry across.

As you walk as briskly as you can over the fifth overpass, you suddenly stop short, a hand going to your stomach.

Your insides twist and turn horribly.

It only gets worse with each passing second, until you’re crouching on the bridge and wrapping both arms around your midsection.

It’s worse than when you had typhoid.

Much much worse.

You gasp in a breath, face twisted in agony as it feels like your insides are being wrung like a wet towel. Nausea washes over you so suddenly and so violently that you start to throw up right there on the bridge. There is no relief.

JK stands behind your crouched figure, silent and unable to look at you.

He cannot help you here.

It will not lessen until you leave the circle, but the longer you linger over the ditch of the diseased, the worse it will get.

You seem to realize that, because seconds later you uncurl from yourself to start crawling across the ancient bridge, crying silently the whole way.

When you’re almost to the end, you collapse.

The pain is too much, you cannot move another inch.

Rolling over onto your side, you curl up into the fetal position and stare straight ahead.

“If ever you need me, little one, just say my name and I will come.”

He will come save you.

The pain can stop.

All it takes is one name.

A tortured groan leaves your lips as JK walks over and crouches close.

Your face is a sickly color, drenched in a cold sweat as red splotches decorate your skin. Your eyes are bloodshot, painful sores are littered across your lips and undoubtedly in your mouth.

You flinch when a gentle touch brushes the hair from your face.

Even that hurts.

“Where is it the worst?”

You blink, the blurry person coming into view.

You can’t answer, it hurts too bad.

“You don’t have to talk, just show me.”

You blink again, confused as to why he’s asking this.

“Where does it hurt the most?”

Finally, you gently tap your abdomen.

The demon nods, “Alright.”

You see the fuzzy image of him looking around before leaning close to you again, “I know you can’t move. But it will only get worse if you stay here.”

You don’t do anything but close your eyes, a pained moan slipping from your bleeding lips.

JK bites his lip and glances around again.

When he hears you mumbling something, he leans down.

“Hm?”

“You want me to give up,” you whisper brokenly, barely getting the words out.

He doesn’t answer, but the look on his face proves that you’re right.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says quietly, “How could he let you suffer like this?”

There’s a faint smile on your lips at his words.

“Would-... do it for me,” you croak, blood dripping out of the corner of your mouth from the sores along the insides of your cheeks, the roof of your mouth, and your tongue, “And he’s suffering m-more than I am.”

The demon watches in astonishment as you squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself onto your stomach so that you can crawl.

“You asked me how ba-...how badly I want it,” you whisper weakly as you catch your breath, “Do you remember what I said…?”

He sighs as you pull yourself up enough to start moving slowly, red lines still streaking from your mouth.

“You said you wanted it more than anything.”

“Exactly,” you mumble, more blood dribbling from your lips as you shuffle along the ground.

You keep your eyes on your fingers as they grip the dirt, curl into it, and pull you further.

You will drag yourself inch by inch across the eighth circle if that’s what it takes.

JK stands up, watching you pull yourself slowly, even as nasty hives spread on your arms and legs, as welts appear on your paper thin skin, as you shake uncontrollably.

He realizes, in horrified bewilderment, that you are not going to stop.

Every single disease known to the human race is taking over your body in its worst form.

But you are not going to stop.

It takes many hours.

Each moment is agonizing beyond description.

But you make it to the end.

The second you reach the end of the tenth bridge, you feel hands grab and lift you. You don’t fight it.

You’re in his arms, but you can’t see him.

You can’t see anything.

Vision had left you long ago, so did your hearing.

You swallow, wincing at the soreness in your throat as you lay your head on his shoulder, wrapping your bloody arms around him and tucking your face into his neck.

JK swallows the lump in his throat as he feels your nose brush against the side of his neck, your shallow breath warming his cold skin. He walks up the stairs that lead out of the eighth circle, carrying you like a child that fell asleep on the couch before bedtime, the sound of tortured screams fading as he goes.

He knows you can’t hear them anymore anyway.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he mumbles into your hair as he climbs the steps effortlessly.

When you open your eyes, you think you see a star high above you in the ember sky.

But when you blink, it’s gone.

Then you realize you can see smoke filling the sky.

You sit up, groaning at the ache in your muscles. With a look around, you know that your vision has come back.

The sound of crackling fire confirms that your hearing has come back too.

You turn to see him lying on the ground a few feet from you, looking up at the thick smoke.

He happens to glance over at you, then sits up quickly after realizing that you’re awake.

“I’m alright,” you answer the question in his eyes before he can even ask it.

He shakes his head at you, a disapproving frown on his pretty features.

“We should keep going,” You’re the one to say it this time as you struggle to your feet, “I don’t have much time.”

He stands up too.

“Stop.”

“Hm?” You fiddle with your dress, ignoring the dried blood coating much of your skin and the ache in your body, “Stop what?”

He walks over to you, anger and something else you can’t place in his dark eyes.

“Stop doing this for him.”

“We talked about this,” You say with a shrug, “Several times in fact-”

You jump when he steps closer, daring you to finish.

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

After a moment of stunned silence, you whisper with uncertainty.

“JK do you-”

His gaze does not falter.

“...are you in love with me?”

There’s a clear panic in his eyes and he swallows, then it’s covered up by disgusted rage.

“What the hell are you talking about? Why would I ever-”

“It’s okay,” You whisper, a small smile on your face as you step closer, “It’s okay.”

He gulps when you touch his cheek with your warm hand, holding it gently before moving up on your tippy toes to place a kiss right on the edge of his mouth, a burning sensation making him gulp when your blood stains his skin. Then you pull away and look at him again.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He breathes, eyes begging you to have mercy on him.

“It’s okay,” Is all you say.

His body is trembling slightly as he leans down and touches his forehead to yours, “It’s not.”

“Why?” You hum, one of your hands moving to the nape of his neck to tangle in the hair there.

“I can’t-...love you.”

“Yes, you can.”

He shakes his head, a choked breath leaving him as he pulls away enough to look in your eyes.

“You can leave. I’ll bring you back.”

“Hm?” You look beyond confused.

He grits his teeth, swallowing the horrible lump in his throat as he puts a hand to your bruised cheek, hatred fighting to be seen as so many things swarm his brain.

“You’re free, okay? You need to leave before I change my mind.”

“JK-”

“I’m going to let you go,” he places a finger to your lips, “I’m letting you out of the deal.”

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a/n: tysm for reading 📚 thoughts always welcome 💖

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The Lone Wolf (again…)

Wolf! Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Contents: in which Wolf! Katsuki royally fucks up

Genre: extreme angst

CW: this is a very dark fanfic so I can’t really put the tws without spoiling the story. I’ll try my best anyway. TWS for blood, neglect, death and etc.

This is for @vampyrsm s collaboration! I’m sorry it took so long but it’s finally here! It can also be considered an alternative AU for my papa wolf series and can be read as a stand-alone piece.

“I’m leaving you”.

These were the words that made you stop scrubbing the dishes in the basin as the muscular frame of your mate stood unbreakably behind you. Your brows furrowed at the proclamation, wondering where the hell it had come from.

You had had a slight idea that he was unhappy, being more growly and quick to trigger than usual, but you had just assumed that he was nearing his rut again. Determined to see what he had to say, you stood your ground and remained facing the stone basin. The slight trembling in your hand informed Bakugou that you had indeed heard what he had sprung on you and took your silence as a means of continuing his speech.

“I’m getting soft and weak, for god’s sake. I’m a wolf, not some sort of damn domesticated house pet that you can play with whenever you feel like it. I can feel it that staying here is making me lose my edge, and what kind of wolf would stay with some sort of weak little human like you, huh? The very idea would have you slaughtered in my pack for acting like a domesticated pet,” Bakugou spat. The way he borderline snarled the word made it seem like it was some sort of dirty slur.

But I suppose, when you are forcefully ripped from one lifestyle and thrown into another, you’re bound to feel shaken up. That’s the strange thing though. The last year and a half of your life after meeting him was the best time of your life, and judging from the endless belly rubs, walks in the woods and helping him through his ruts, you were certain he had the same feelings for you as you did him.

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The way you had met was less than conventional; when checking your rabbit traps and snares in the forest, you had found Bakugou muzzled, naked and chained by a collar to one of the thickest trees with a huge gaping wound slicing his Achille’s tendon to prevent him from running away. (Not that he could have to begin with. You figured that it was to add insult to quite literal injuries).

As a twig snapped under your hunting boots, the thrashing of the chain ceased as carmine eyes pored into yours. You were mesmerised by how a well-sculpted man could seem so animalistic until you were able properly see the well hidden ash blonde ears tucked in with the rest of his hair and with a quick swish, you were also notified of a fluffy tail being raised on alert. A sharp snarl pierced the air as Bakugou tried lunging at you, secretly dying internally from the horrible humiliation of someone from the species he’s mortal enemies with seeing him in such a disgusting manner.

In Bakugou’s pack (as he explained to you), being even remotely associated with humans would mean that you were the lowest of the low; a domesticated dog who would do cheap tricks for their master. Bakugou had been found sneaking off to the local human village to observe how humans function as a society, to study what they eat, how they take care of their young and how they farm crops. The leaders of the pack (his parents) decided that the punishment should fit the crime:

First, the traitor would be stripped naked as a symbol of stripping their morals for the enemy

Next, the heels would be sliced open to prevent any further disloyalty to the traitor’s new master by running away after the disloyalty for the pack was displayed

Then the traitor would be muzzled since it is a reflection of the biggest rule in the pack: NEVER SPEAK TO A HUMAN

The most humiliating thing was next. The traitor would be collared and leashed to a tree in hunter territory since acting like a pet means that you get treated like a pet, much like a dog being chained to a kennel. If the traitor loves humans so much, they can see how much they enjoy being skinned for their fur and having their teeth torn out for jewellery.

Eager to help the handsome stranger that you found, you raised your arms in peace and ambled slowly in front of him. You were EXTREMELY aware of his claws so you sat a good three feet away. Bakugou couldn’t deny that he was intrigued by your actions; he was still highly on guard but most hunters would have raced away for a spear or bow and arrow to put him out of his misery. With a small smile, you had introduced yourself to him to try to establish some sort of relationship, only to be met with an annoyed growl and chuff of his breath. In an instant you totally remembered that he was naked and rootled through your bag for a spare pair of hunting trousers that you carried. Your soft hands held them out to Bakugou to see if he wanted them instead of sitting there with his whole body on show.

Bakugou made no move to grab them from you, thinking that you had doused them in chloroform or some other drug that would seduce him to sleep. Instead, he just glared at you with intense eyes. The yanking on the chain had stopped completely as he studied you ferociously.

“Go on, you can take them! I can’t guarantee that they’ll fit you but I’m sure it’s better than sitting out here naked and covered in your own blood,” you offered with a gentle smile. Katsuki glowered at you as you set them down for him and turned your back so he could change himself.

Internally, Katsuki was in two minds; accept the clothes and kill you at any point in time if you threatened him, or sit here bound and helpless for god knows how long…

Katsuki growled as the fabric temporarily dug into his bleeding heels. He eventually managed to shimmy them up his legs, toned calves strained against the fabric due to their size.

“Are you done? Can I turn around right now?” You asked him politely. Katsuki let out an annoyed growl at your question, but you took it as a yes. You turned back around, borderline chuckling at the size of your trousers on Katsuki’s lower half before immediately being shut up with an angered glare.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Now you’re going to have to stay still whilst I-” you fumbled in your pocket for a knife, the silver blade glinting in the sun.

You only just managed to avoid the swiping of claws against your skin as Katsuki lunged for you, hackles raised and sandy ears pulled taunt against his head. Your fingertips pressed against the wound and you audibly winced at the amount of blood; even though he nicked you, there was still 4 big slits in the side of your tunic.

“Fuck, shit that hurts! What the actual fucking hell, asshole?!” You yelled at him, “I was going to unlock the muzzle around your mouth!”

Katsuki still growls, but his ears go back to normal. His entire body feels so… sluggish.

“Woah, hey are you okay?” Your face donned a worried look as the adrenaline of his night finally floated away from him and he slumped unceremoniously at your legs.

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The pops and crackling of the toasty fire surrounded Katsuki’s senses as he finally started the descent out of sleep. He had no fucking clue where he was; there were certainly no soft couches back in his cave, nor were there little carved woodworks of various woodland creatures.

A soft humming could be heard from what Katsuki would assume to have been the kitchen. You entered Katsuki’s eyesight with a carefully balanced tray of stew (lamb by the small of it), and placed it carefully on the oak coffee table next to your plush couch. Katsuki shot up from the couch, snarl in his throat, ears all the way back and hackles raised as you raised your hands once again.

“Hey, relax, please! I’m not going to do anything, I swear! I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. You passed out on me in the woods, so I took you back to my house to clean your wounds and feed you,” you lowered your hands to your waist and looked at Katsuki for his reaction. His ears slowly went back to their original position, the glint from his fangs could still be seen. His breathing was harsh, toned pecs heaving in his fear rage.

He slowly reached for the bowl of stew before sniffing it.

Well, it doesn’t smell poisoned. He thought. Might as well eat some, I’m fucking starving.

He tucked in with hesitation, but as soon as the first bite of juicy lamb hit his tongue, the bowl was next to empty. You stood dazed at how fast he consumed the bowl before offering your hand out to him. Katsuki immediately shrank back on the couch.

“Woah, I just wanted to know if you wanted seconds? You’re obviously hungry and there’s plenty more in the pot if you want some,” you spoke gently to him, almost like he was a pup, or a wild animal. Katsuki clearly thought for a second before shoving the bowl in your chest with an annoyed huff. You smiled at him widely before trotting back into the kitchen.

It suddenly dawned on him that he didn’t have any extra heaviness from that damned collar on his neck, and upon further inspection, you actually had stitched up the gaping wounds on his ankles. He still wore the trousers you had gifted him, so he was at least quietly grateful that you granted him privacy.

Well. This is going to be one hell of a summer.

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“Katsuki, what the hell do you mean? You’re leaving?? When did you decide this?!” You turned around to face him properly and were instantly met with an annoyed expression.

“It doesn’t matter when I decided it, I’m fucking leaving and there’s nothing you can do about it!” He snarled at you. Deep inside, he loved you more than anything he could ever think of. He wanted to be your mate for his entire life, to wake up with you every morning and maybe if you would let him, indulge in his fantasy of having a few pups of your own. Alas, he had heard rumours around the village about a group of werewolves terrorising the local village’s cattle and he desperately wanted to see his old pack again.

“But Katsuki, please think about it! Where would you go?! You know that if your old pack were to see you again, they are more likely inclined to kill you!” You shouted at him, face crumpled up in tears.

“No they fucking wouldn’t, my pack respected and adored me! I just put my own personal interests before the safety of my pack, and that got me landed here in this shitty fucking cabin with you. A filthy human who would probably sell me to a hunter the minute I started acting like a true wolf,” he snapped back, his eyes dilating to pin pricks in his anger. Your own eyes glared back at him with tears delicately lacing your lash line.

“They. Fucking. Left. You. For. Dead. You went against your pack, and your PARENTS of all fucking people decided that they would slice their own fucking SON and LEAVE HIM FOR DEAD! I have done nothing but take care of you, through each of your ruts, each full moon, I EVEN FUCKING NURSED YOU BACK TO HEALTH.

DAY AND FUCKING NIGHT, I WAS AT YOUR SIDE HELPING YOU TO WALK AGAIN! EVERY INJURY YOU EVER HAD, I WAS THERE TO CLEAN UP AND KISS. SO DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE SAY THAT I’M JUST SOME STUPID FUCKING HUMAN WHEN I WAS MORE OF A PACK TO YOU THAN YOUR OWN FAMILY!” The words were spewing like venom at this point, you couldn’t fucking breath and the tears were pouring down your face thick and fast. In an instant, Katsuki had a death grip on your wrist, carmine eyes reduced to slits and his ears were flat against his head.

“Don’t. You. Ever. Disrespect my fucking pack again. Y’know, my pack was right. Humans do nothing but brainwash you into domestic shit. This was a mistake from the start,” he spat maliciously. His claws were digging deep into your wrist, making your face screw up in pain.

“K-Katsuki, let go! You’re hurting me!” You sobbed as you tried to pry him off. It wasn’t until the smell of blood hit his nose that Katsuki realised that he had actually hurt you. With a cry of pain, you clutched your bleeding wrist to your chest. The red stained your shirt a violent colour.

Katsuki could feel his rage ebb away and was slowly being replaced by worry.

“Woah, hey are you ok-“ he tries before you flinch away from him, hitting your back against the sink behind you in an attempt to get away. Your whimpers physically hurt him in ways he never knew existed.

“Hey, don’t push me away! I’m trying to see-“ he tries again before you finally turn to him and his heart breaks further at your teary face.

This was such a stupid fucking thought, he was so fucking stupid, why the hell would he leave you for his old pack?! Katsuki finally reflected on your words before his blood felt like ice. Why would he say such awful things to you to try to prove to an old pack who left him for dead?!

“Baby, please, I want to help,” he borderline whimpers, ears twitching dolefully. Your face screwed up in anger before you stood at your full height.

“You want to leave you fucking bastard, then leave. I’m not going to fucking stop you. I hope your pack was fucking worth the one person who stuck with you these last few years. Now, get the fuck out of my house.” You snarled lowly, eyebrows furrowed in pain. Katsuki reached out for you with a trembling hand before you started borderline shrieking.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE DAMNED HUNTERS TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!”

Katsuki had never felt so low in his entire life. You started swaying in your rage, trying to shoo him away. He let out a whimper as he looked at you one last time before fleeing out of the house, your screams of pain and fear ringing in his head.

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1 year later…

Katsuki was miserable. Utterly, and purely miserable. He had found his old pack, and for a moment that had hope flutter through his stomach. Until of course, as you predicted, they tried to kill him for his betrayal (and the fact that he still stank of human).

Slurs of “pet” could be heard through the snarls as Katsuki had narrowly avoided claws and fangs, before tumbling down a hill and running for his life. It was against his morals to do so but he couldn’t face losing another family.

For the past year, Katsuki had tried making his own way of life; finding a small cave further into the mountain range near your cabin and stealing from the local village for meats and blankets. He made his own new home, but it didn’t feel the same without you whatsoever.

He missed you. He missed your sleepy smiles, he missed your stupid little jokes, he missed kissing you awake on Sunday mornings, he missed… you. Every night, his hands loosen the thick red collar you had given him as a joke and thumbed it carefully. Trembling hands caress the leather as small tear stains plop onto it and whimpers reverberate around his cave. It may have started as a joke, but he never took it off even after you threw him out, only to lament painfully on his regret. Most nights he substituted your soft body for his tail, clinging on to it until it hurt.

He hadn’t seen you for a year. 365 days without your cuddles, belly rubs, gentle kisses and warm smiles. Katsuki could feel himself going mad, so he made a decision.

He was going to apologise.

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Katsuki checked his appearance in a puddle that had accumulated in his cave; his hair was somewhat kept better, his ears and tail were freshly groomed and he held a large bouquet of wild flowers he found in a field.

Katsuki let out a shaky breath before hardening his face.

“I just have to show her how much she really means to me. I can’t- I can’t be without her.”

And so he began the trek to your cabin.

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He began to walk at dusk; it gave him a cloak of protection from hunters, plus you would be really surprised. It only took him about half an hour to find your cabin tucked snugly in the back of the woods. But the sight before him made his blood feel like ice.

The door was absolutely shredded. Large claw marks had sliced the door to oblivion, as well as the surrounding walls. Even though it was almost as thick as the trees that the wood came from, it was nearly folded in half and torn off its hinges.

Bile raised in his throat. As did his hackles.

“(Y/N?)” he tried anxiously.

No answer. However, he detected a new smell.

Blood.

He crept behind the door, immediately on high alert. Whatever did this was not fucking human.

His heart lurched dramatically at the state of your home; all of your belongings were either torn to shreds or thrown across your floors. Carpets were torn up, pillows shredded, curtains torn from their windows.

“(Y/N)! I’m not fucking joking, if you’re there then say something!” He yelled through the house. Fluffy ears twitched intensely, desperate to hear some call of validation. He was frightened absolutely shitless. The only other time he had felt so afraid was the day he lost you.

Creak…

Katsuki pinpointed the noise to upstairs. All survival instincts flew out of the window as he bolted up the stairs, only thing on his mind was to ensure your safety. He nearly fell down a few steps before reaching what was your shared bedroom.

The bile actually came out.

Your bedroom door was identical to the one downstairs; torn to shreds and laid in pieces on the ground. The soft blankets that laid on your bed had gigantic claw marks slicing through them, all the way down to your thick mattress.

Again, your curtains were brutally ripped off the window. The window itself had been smashed, shiny fragments glittering across the entirety of the room. Katsuki stepped lightly on the floor, the smell of blood poisoning his sensitive nostrils.

It was the strongest in your bedroom and-

“Oh my fucking god, no.”

Strewn like a rag doll, mangled on the floor in an inhumane position was

you.

The exact same slices on your door were buried deep into your stomach and neck. Thick, red torrents of blood seeped from your body and deep into the wooden floor. Your eyes had completely glazed over, staring back at him with gray.

Tears had crept down your face in your last few moments; Katsuki could smell the salt on your face.

“B-baby? Oh my fucking god, please no!” He screamed brokenly into your corpse. His tears dampened the dress you were wearing (the same one you wore when he tore your heart from its chest). All Katsuki could do was scream in pure, unfiltered pain at the loss of his love.

Memories of you both flittered through Katsuki’s mind. Mornings where the sunlight trickled into your bedroom as he studied your face sleepily. Memories of the sweet and shy kisses, of lazy summer days, of comfort from agonising nightmares all cursed Katsuki as he mourned your death.

He truly had nothing now. No family. No friends. No you.

So, Katsuki did the only thing his paralysed mind could think of; the same claws that scarred your wrist brought hell down on his neck, his claws shredding his gullet within seconds.

Katsuki coughed, once, twice before the metallic tang of blood seeped into his mouth and seeped down his face in buckets. Not that he could see before due to the tears in his eyes, but the quickening of the blood down his body reduced his vision greatly, black spots already swimming in and out of his peripheral.

He only managed to sink down beside you, wanting his last dying moments to be beside the very person that made him happy. The very person who changed his life. The very person who’s life he had ruined.

Through the tears, Katsuki nestled his head close to you, tears dripping on to your wounds as he found it increasingly difficult to breath. He gasped unconsciously for breath as he tried to grip on to you, feeling scared of his descent into death. As long as you were there, he would follow you and plead for forgiveness.

He started to feel content.

‘I- I’m so sorry. I’m coming,’ he thought. His face rested on your shoulder as his body started to shut down completely.

But it wasn’t until his final breath did his eyes shoot open one last time at the sound of the four small whimpers across the room.

“D-daddy?”

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captain039 · 9 months

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Part 2 Stains of red

Astarion x omega!reader

Warnings: Vampire things, blood, light gore, witch things, fantasy things, swearing, age gap, heats, smut, shameless flirting, virgin reader, indulging in pleasure xD, pining, jealousy, possessiveness, angst, masturbation

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Astarion was there the next day some strange glint in his eyes as he sat boredly at your table.

“If you are bored, go elsewhere” you stated reading over a book and organising some herbs.

“The villagers are dull” he stated finger on his lips as he watched out the window.

“Did you hear someone died?” He asked and you froze looking to him.

“No, gods, another one? who was it? What happened?” You asked attention on him as he seemed unfazed. He smelt awfully fresh also, clean water and soap, a little too clean.

“Butchers boy, I don’t know his name” he shrugged and you frowned.

“He was here yesterday” you stated.

“Was that him?” He questioned still overly unfazed and you frowned at him, studying.

“Your witch powers won’t work ok me darling” he grinned standing up and peering at the book you were reading. He stood awfully close and you held your breath, glancing to the puncture scar on his neck. He always tried to cover them up with ruffles and high collars, for some strange reason your own teeth ached. You breathed out and stepped back, shaking your head.

“I’ll head to the village tonight, say my respects” you said brushing off the way your heart pounded.

“You will not” Astarion said too quickly and angrily eyes narrowing.

“It’s just the village I’ve been there plenty of times, it’s not like you’re my father!” You huffed at him hands of your hips.

“It’s the right thing to do” you added going to your room to pick an outfit. You heard Astarion growl and leave making you frown and watch his form disappear in the forest, why was he acting so strange?

Over the last few years members of the village have been found dead, brutally or strangely, the guardian of the dead did not share his input either on such things as he usually did.

Astarion had hung around like a fly, trying to concentrate with him around was hard. You hated how your body would go warm whenever he was near, or your mind would wonder to such dirty thoughts whenever he was close. You were thankful for magic, you blocked your thoughts from anyone and anything that wanted to peak inside, a safe in your mind where all your darkest secrets lied. You began to prepare dinner, the funeral would be tonight no doubt, you were also in need of supplies. Astarion was reading a book by your table, head resting on his hand which leant against the table, you wondered what he was thinking.

“After dinner I’m going to get ready, stay, leave or come with me I do not mind” you stated eating your stew. His face turned in a scowl and he snapped his book shut making you jump slightly b

“I’m hungry anyways” he grumbled and left making you huff at his behaviour.

You headed to the village after eating and getting ready. You headed to the funeral fire and saw the villagers already gathered around. You stayed back a bit listening to the speech the elder gave before the young man’s body was a lit with fire and sent to the gods. You said a small prayer wishing him safe passage to the after life. You headed back to the village, Gerrin was usually open till late anyway. You headed to his shop, ears sharp to the sounds around you. A little too sharp when you heard a moan. You froze and glanced to a dark alleyway, two people were there a woman pressed against the wall and a man against her. You flushed seeing his hand clearly down her skirt, her hips stuttering against his hand. Gods you didn’t mean to stare, but Ruby eyes looked your way with a blood stained mouth. You flushed and quickly darted down to Gerrins shop.

You panted as you slammed the door, leaning against it, unaware of Gerrins odd look.

“You alright?” He asked cocking his head.

“Huh?” You said dumbly cheeks a blaze. Gods why did you wish it was you against the wall. You shook your head furiously going around the shop and picking up what you needed.

“Ten gold” Gerrin said and you handed him ten gold coins and thanked him quietly.

“Goodnight” you nodded your head before leaving in a rush. You glanced down that same street, sighing in relief when you didn’t see them there. You rushed back to your cabin and closed the door a little harshly before sighing. You rested your basket on the table and groaned as you flopped into bed. Between your thighs was hot and slightly wet making you flush and bite the inside of your cheek. You stood, closed your windows and locked them, blew out the candles and stripped before lying on your bed and getting under the covers. You clenched the sheets mind replaying the scene you saw only putting yourself there. Your hand trailed down your stomach and to your cunt, you bit the inside of your cheek as you imagined Astarions slender fingers sliding through your folds, whispering about how wet you were for him. Your back arched slightly as you slowly began to finger your self hearing Astarions voice echo in your mind.

‘Such a pretty thing’ he’d whisper in your ear, gently kissing down your neck. You added a second and sighed continuing the scene.

‘I wouldn’t want to hurt you sweetheart, relax for me’ you whined softly pressing your thumb to your clit and slowly rubbing.

‘You can do it’ his voice whispers in your mind.

“Come for me’ it added as you quickened your pace and felt your stomach coil and release. You moaned quietly and panted as you felt yourself orgasm fingers still slowly moving before you pulled them out. You were in a slight bliss before reality came back, your cheeks on fire again as you stood and grabbed your gown on shaky legs. You washed your hands and sat at the table suddenly guilty about what you had done. Unaware of who lied in the forest.

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thewildsophia · 6 months

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.Wild Child. Moominvalley//Snufkin x Reader

Snufkin x Winged!Reader

A/n: This fic took so damn long to make my GOD- It's been 2 years in the making, but I'm so glad to finally be finished with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Word Count: 12884

Living your life outside in the wild had left you somewhat…feral.

You weren’t aggressive, quite the opposite in fact, you just didn’t quite understand the way that people worked, and it very much showed. You often stayed away from others, worried that they would harm you. Your understanding of speech was limited, so you often just mimicked what others have said before you in hopes that you’ll be able to understand it one day.

You vaguely remember being raised by your parents up until the ripe old age of 3. After that, they took you out somewhere in the woods before placing you down and leaving. From then on, it had just been you and the occasional animal or being that decided to help you out.

You weren’t completely sure why they had left you, but you assumed that it had to do with your wings. That’s right, you had wings; much like a bird’s. Decorated with white and pale gold feathers, they were powerful enough to lift you high above the ground and allowed you to travel to all the different lands that your heart desired.

As of right now, you were heading somewhere warm as the area you were currently in was beginning to become cold again, the telltale sign that winter was approaching in that area. You remembered seeing on someone’s map that there was an area just south of where you currently were that would be spring this time of year, so you decided to fly there for the time being.

It took you a few days, but you eventually arrived in a small valley-like area that was covered in forest life. Large Birch and Oak trees covered the area as you did your initial fly-by to get affiliated with the place, which made it a bit difficult to get a good visual of the area. In addition to that, the wind here was much stronger than what you were used to and you knew that trying to fly against it would tire you out quicker.

You decided it would be best if you flew lower to the ground. However, because of the size of the trees, your flight was limited significantly. Eventually, you just opted to hop from treetop to treetop, using your wings to help when encountering a particularly large jump.

It was then that you spotted a man below you wearing a green hat and coat, along with a yellow scarf and a large brown backpack. The thing that intrigued you the most about him was that he looked a lot like you. All the other people you had met resembled woodland creatures and animals as opposed to yourself. He even walked the same way you did sometimes!

Curious, you began to follow him as quietly as possible. The sun was beginning to set when he stopped and began to set up, what appeared to you to be, some kind of small home. While trying to get a closer look at what he was doing, you leaned a little too far forward on the branch you were standing on and almost fell. Much to your dismay, the sound of you scrambling to get back up alerted the man. He looked over at the trees to where you were, but his eyes glossed over your form as they passed through the tree line.

“Hello?” He called out. His voice was soft and smooth, but loud enough to be heard from a distance.

You held your breath and remained silent, hoping that he’d just go back to what he was previously doing. He took one last glance before sitting back down in front of the fire he had made. As he was sitting, a strong gust of wind blew by, taking the man’s hat with it.

“Hey!” He shouted while reaching out to grab it, missing it by a few inches. The hat blew past your direction and into the dark woods. You watched as he chased after it until he reached the tree line. He sighed before turning back and sitting near the fire. He sat there frying a fish while sulking, most definitely being upset about his hat.

Feeling bad for him, you decide to go looking for it. You quietly left the area before dropping down to the forest floor and looking for his hat. Your vision was a lot better than most people’s, but even with that advantage, it was going to be a bit difficult looking for a green hat amongst flowers, grass, weeds, and other various plant life.

Like you predicted, it took a while -- you’re not sure how long exactly -- before you found what you were looking for. You got back up on the trees before heading over to where the man was settled. To your surprise, he was still awake and playing some kind of tune.

You haven’t heard much music throughout your life, but the little that you did hear you liked, and this was perhaps your favorite. You stayed there for a while, crouched on one of the tree branches, just listening to him before you decided to return what was his. Slowly, you descended the tree you were perched on and began to walk over to him, standing straight. You didn’t walk much, but when you did you crouched, remaining close to the ground. You only did that so that you’d always be ready to take flight if needed.

He must have heard your descent because he looked over in your direction and spoke.

“Hello?” He called out again. Your steps stuttered a bit as you hesitated before you came into the light of his fire. He stood from where he was sitting; his brown eyes met your E/C ones as you two stared at the other for a moment. His gaze made your wings twitch under your cloak.

Now looking at him in the light, you noted that he wasn’t a man, but instead a boy around your age, if not a few years younger. Brown locks of hair framed his face perfectly as you watched his eyes study your form. He was so beautiful and his body looked so much like yours. Was he one of your kind? What even were you?

“Can I help you?” He asked. You snapped out of your thoughts and held his hat out in front of him.

“Is…for you,” You mumbled, trying to find the right words. He seemed shocked but took his hat nonetheless.

“My, thank you very much,” He said, fixing it upon his head and covering his beautiful hair, “I didn’t think I’d see it again.” He added with a smile. You smiled yourself before he put his hand out towards you, making you take a step back.

“I’m Snufkin, a pleasure to meet you,” He, Snufkin, said with his hand still extended. You looked at his hand and then back up at him.

“Snufkin?” You repeated, pointing at him.

“Yes, that’s right,” He confirmed, “And you are?”

“Y/N,” You said, pointing to yourself. Snufkin’s extended hand fell back to his side as he spoke.

“Well, Y/N, would you like to sit by the fire with me? As a thanks for you returning my hat?” Snufkin asked, making a vague gesture for you to sit down with him. You cocked your head to the side, eyebrows knitted in confusion as to what he was asking. You stared at him expectantly before his smile dropped.

“Y/N?” He asked. You hummed in acknowledgment and walked over to him but didn’t sit down. You looked down at him, waiting for what he had to say.

“Do you want to join me?” He asked again.

“Do you want to join me?” You mimicked, smiling. Snufkin furrowed his eyebrows before patting the seat next to him saying,

“Sit.”

You complied and sat next to him on the log. You noted the small setup above the fire, some sort of large pot being just above the open flame. He pulled out two small, wooden bowls and handed you one of them. He used a spoon to move some of the liquid from the pot and into the small bowls. You stared at your, now full, bowl before looking over at Snufkin to see what he was doing with it. You watched as he dipped the spoon into the bowl before lifting it to his mouth, gently blowing on it before eating it.

“What?” You asked, pointing to your bowl. Snufkin looks over at you.

“What was that?” He asked. You hummed before repeating,

“What…this?” You specified. Snufkin looks at you confused before answering you.

“It’s stew,” He said, not looking away from you. You still didn’t understand.

“Stew?” You asked.

“Stew. It’s a type of soup. I just used some of the various plants I found, along with some meat.” He explained. You continued to look at him, face scrunched in confusion.

“Y/N,” He said, pulling your attention, “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You stared at him, face blank before he sighed.

“You eat it, like this,” He said, lifting the bowl to his lips and gently pouring it into his mouth and drinking it. When you sat there staring at him, he gently moved the bowl in your hand and lifted it to your lips, doing the same with his own bowl. He then took a sip from his bowl. As understanding washed over you, you took the bowl into both of your hands before taking a sip of it.

It was so good! You had never tasted anything this good before.

You smiled, giggling lightly, as you pulled the bowl away from your lips, your bare feet rubbing against the dirt in delight. Your wings had puffed up a bit before you stretched them a bit under your cloak, catching the attention of Snufkin. Glancing over, you noticed his eyes were fixed on the back of your cloak. You moved the bowl to one hand as your other one moved your cloak aside, exposing your wings to the chilly night air.

“Oh, wow,” Snufkin mumbled as you rolled your shoulders, stretching your wings out a bit more. It was always a bit uncomfortable keeping them in the same position for a long period of time. You took another sip of the ‘stew’ when you flinched, feeling something brush up against your wings.

“Oh, sorry,” Snufkin apologized, noticing your discomfort, “Did I hurt you?” He asked.

“Hurt me?” You asked. You shook your head ‘no,’ moving your wing closest to him towards him, “Okay.” You say.

“Can I touch them?” Snufkin asked, his hands hovering above them still unsure of what to do.

“Touch them,” You repeated, stretching your wing towards him. His hands were warm on the chilled appendage and were gentle not to pull any of the pale-colored feathers. You quietly hummed in delight, a small smile gracing your lips as you closed your eyes and rested the bowl in your lap. This felt surprisingly nice.

“I’ve never seen anything like you before,” Snufkin mumbled. “You’re incredible.”

Those words made you feel strange even if you didn’t quite understand them. Not in a bad way, the opposite really. You felt warm and didn’t want to leave him. Still, his words muddled you and you turned to him confused.

“You…like me?” You said pointing to the back of his coat.

“Oh, no,” He said, moving his hands to trace the back of his coat, “I don’t have…wings.”

You hummed in acknowledgment before moving your cloak back in place over your wings to protect them from the cold. You finished the last of your food before placing the bowl on the ground and warming yourself up by the fire. You were close to falling asleep when you heard Snufkin shuffling beside you. He had grabbed the bowls and was running them through the water in the stream nearby. When he returned, he dried them off using some cloth before placing them in his bag and putting them in his little home.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” Snufkin asked, “I have some extra room in my tent.” He added, pointing to his ‘tent.’

“Yes,” You said, shaking your head, “Have…somewhere.” You specified, standing up and stretching.

“Take-Thank…” You stuttered, trying to remember the words, “Thank…”

“‘Thank you?’” Snufkin said.

“Yes!” You shouted, smiling, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” He said, entering his tent, “Good night.” He whispered before closing the tent completely.

“Good…night,” You mumbled. You stared at the tent for a moment, a small smile still on your lips, before flying over to the small forest again. You turned to look back at the small setup before searching for a good tree to perch in for the night.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you went to check for him the next day in the area he was previously at, he was not there. A little disappointed, you continued on with your day. While looking for a stream to find some fish at, you spot Snufkin sitting on a bridge. In his hand, he had a long stick with, what you thought to be, a string attached to the end of it. The end of the string was submerged in the water.

Perching on the railing of the bridge, you called out to the brunette.

“Snufkin,” You said, smiling. Your smile faltered when you heard him yelp and turn around with wide eyes. He calmed down when he recognized you.

“Y/N,” He whispered, still breathing a bit heavily, “You startled me…” He said, readjusting his position and looking back at the water. You jumped off the railing and sat next to Snufkin.

“How did you get here without me knowing?” He asked, glancing over at you. You pointed up at the sky.

“Oh, yeah,” Snufkin whispered.

“What doing?” You asked, pointing to the stick in his hand.

“I’m fishing,” He answered. You tilt your head to the side and hum.

“Fishing?” You repeated.

“Yes, fishing,” Snufkin repeated, “Using a fishing rod, I’m catching fish to eat.” He explained slowly. You furrow your eyebrows before walking off of the bridge. You removed your cloak and rolled your brown pants up to your mid-thighs before walking into the water. The water was cooler than you expected, but you quickly got used to it.

“What are you doing?” Snufkin asked with a small smile. You pressed a finger to your lip telling him to be quiet and stood there as still as you could, feeling for the fish. When you felt a large enough one pass close to you, you quickly grabbed it, digging your nails into the soft flesh making sure it wouldn’t get away. Pulling it out of the water, you flew over to the bridge next to Snufkin and held the fish out to him.

“Fish!” You shouted, smiling. Snufkin looked at you surprised before placing his rod to the side and taking the fish from you. It struggled around in his hands as he grabbed it.

“I-Wow. That was…impressive, Y/N.” Snufkin said, still bewildered. You smiled wider before returning to the water. You walked around a bit before finding a good spot.

“For me…” You murmured as you waited. Your concentration was broken when you heard a hiss-like sound come from Snufkin. Turning to him you note that he wasn’t making that noise, but instead the ‘fishing rod’ that he was pulling on. When he finished struggling with the rod, he held up a fish that was attached to the end of the string, still flopping around.

“For you,” Snufkin said, patting the spot next to him. You flew over to him before he handed you the fish he had just caught. You shuffled off of the bridge before looking around for a small sharp rock to use. You felt Snufkin’s eyes on you as you did so, but you didn’t mind all that much.

Once you found a rock that would work, you crouched down in front of the fish and struck it hard in the head before cleaning it. You used the rock to scrape off the fish’s scales, then rinsed the fish one more time in the water before taking a bite of it. You had torn a piece of it off when you heard Snufkin shout.

“Wait-What are you doing?” He exclaimed, rushing towards you. You backed away from him and groaned when he reached a hand out towards the fish still in your mouth. He pulled his hand away saying,

“You need to cook it first,” He said, worry still etched on his face. You hummed in confusion, removing the fish from your mouth.

“Cook?” You asked. Snufkin sighed before standing back up.

“Here, come with me,” He said, motioning for you to follow him. Hesitantly, you got up and followed him to a small clearing. There, he set up a small fire using dead leaves and small twigs. Much like you did, he prepped the fish by removing the scales, but then cut the belly of it, removing its insides. Something else noteworthy was that, unlike the sharp rock you had used, he had grabbed a piece of metal and cleaned the fish out.

“What…that?” You asked, pointing to the long, thin piece of metal. Snufkin hummed before explaining.

“It’s a pocket knife. It’s made of metal and has a sharp edge here which allows you to cut things.” He said, showing the knife to you. You tapped the metal of it with your nail and hummed in thought before pulling your hand back.

“May I have your fish?” He asked, pointing to the fish next to you. You scrunch your face and groan. You thought about it for a moment before giving it to him.

“Thank you,” He said, cutting the stomach of it. You watched his movements curiously. After he finished scraping the insides of the fish out, he stuck a long stick through them and held them over the fire.

“Trust me,” He whispered, drawing your attention away from the fire and to him, “This will taste much better. And will lower the risk of you getting sick.” He added, smiling. You didn’t quite understand what he was saying, but you returned his smile nonetheless. You were curious to learn what other words he knew.

“What…this,” You mumbled, pointing to his hat. He looked up.

“Oh, that’s my hat,” Snufkin said, not taking his focus off of the fish.

“Hat?” You repeated, unsure.

“Yes, that’s right,” He smiled. You hummed before tugging gently at the end of his coat.

“What this?” You ask again.

“My coat,” He answered.

“Coat…” You whispered, “Cooooooat.” He laughed lightly at that.

“Yup,” He giggled. You hummed again and scooted closer to him. He looked at you shocked before drawing his attention to your next question.

“What this?” You asked, placing your foot next to his. You were pointing at his feet this time.

“…My shoes,” He muttered, not looking away from you. The way that the sunlight shown down through your H/C lashes and illuminated your S/C skin, bouncing off of your airy feathers really did make you look beautiful, angelic. He wanted so badly to run his hands through your wings, remember very vividly just how soft they were, but felt it rude to ask. Feeling his face warm up, Snufkin pushed the thought to the back of his head while clearing his throat.

You continued asking him the names of various items surrounding the two of you before he pulled the fish out from the fire. He placed them on a piece of cloth and rested them in his lap. You reached out to grab your fish before Snufkin stopped out.

“Wait, they’re still too warm,” He said, holding a hand out in front of you. You groaned at him before grabbing the fish anyway.

You immediately regretted the action when a searing, burning sensation blossomed in your hand.

“Ah!” You shouted, dropping the fish and backing away. Snufkin was quick to catch it and place it back with the other, muttering a small ‘ow’ of his own.

“I told you, it’s still too hot,” Snufkin said, a bit irritated.

“Why?” You asked surprised, “Fish cold. Why hot now?” You specified, looking over at his lap and at the fish. Snufkin raised his eyebrows at that.

“Fire is hot,” He said matter-of-factly. He grabbed your hand and held it close to the fire, allowing you to feel the gentle warmth it gave off. You hummed in confusion, eyebrows drawn together in thought.

“Okay,” He said, shifting his position and facing his body towards you, “Fire is hot. Fire makes other things hot.” He explained simply. You stared at him then at the fire. He was about to say something else when you spoke.

“Fire make…fish hot?” You asked, still a little unsure.

“Yes, exactly,” Snufkin praised, smiling. You shook your head slowly as you began to understand. You crawled back over to where you were previously sitting next to Snufkin, cradling your tender hand.

“Here,” Snufkin said, digging around in his backpack for a moment. When he finished, he showed you a small container that held a thick, clear liquid, “Give me your hand.” He said, holding out one of his. You placed your hand in his palm up when he applied a small amount of the liquid to your hand. You fought not to pull your hand away as your hand began to sting again.

“There,” Snufkin said, letting your hand go, “That should help it heal.” You hummed in acknowledgment before looking back at the fire. Snufkin shifted beside you, but you paid him no mind.

“Here you go,” He called out, tapping your shoulder. He placed the fish that was on a piece of cloth onto your lap. You flinched, thinking that it was going to burn you again but were shocked when you felt no such thing.

“You can eat it now; It’s cooled down enough,” Snufkin explained, taking a bite of his own. You gingerly picked up the fish before taking a small bite of it.

You hummed in delight and smiled, kicking your feet in the dirt a little. Snufkin looked at you smiling.

“It tastes better, doesn’t it?” He asked, taking another bite of his fish.

“Good,” You mumbled. You continued eating in silence with him. When the two of you had finished, you discarded the remains before standing up. You patted both of his shoulders with your hands saying,

“Stay,”

With that, you flew off.

You flew over to the woods you were previously homed in, searching for a certain kind of plant you had spotted during your initial fly-by. You foraged around on the ground for close to 10 minutes before you found what you were looking for: Elderberries. You gathered them in the cloth that Snufkin had given to you and flew back to him.

As you were approaching the area you had left him in, you heard music, much like the kind you heard last night. It was lovely.

When you touched down you noticed that Snufkin was blowing into some kind of metal object that was making the music you heard. Noticing your return, he stopped playing and looked towards you. You sprinted towards him and knelt down next to him smiling.

“So, why did you want me to wait here?” Snufkin asked, looking down at you. You gently placed the cloth in his lap, making sure its contents wouldn’t fall out, and pressed your face against the log next to him.

“Thank you,” You said. He looked at what you had given shocked before saying,

“Where on Earth did you manage to find Elderberries?” He looked down at you surprised, only receiving a smile from you in response.

“Well, wherever you managed to find these, thank you,” Snufkin said, running his warm hands through your hair.

Oh, that felt good. You hummed in delight as Snufkin continued to stroke your hair. You had never been this close to another being. He was so gentle with you that it almost made you cry. You were so used to people fighting you or trying to get you away from them that Snufkin’s attitude was such a shock to you.

You sat there, head in his lap, as he continued to stroke your hair and talked about anything that came to his mind. You perked up when you heard a voice in the distance from where you two were.

“Snufkin!” The voice shouted. Looking in that direction, you saw a white figure of sorts. It didn’t seem to have a very solid body shape like you and Snufkin had, instead looking more like a blob than a person. The figure was approaching surprisingly fast and, out of instinct, you stood up.

“Y/N?” Snufkin asked as you stared at the figure. The figure met your eyes and that’s what got you moving. You groaned, afraid, before turning and taking flight in the opposite direction, into the forest.

You heard Snufkin call out again to you, but you didn’t go back, you didn’t even look back. You felt a little bad leaving as suddenly as you did, but you didn’t know if you could trust that strange figure, so it’s better safe than sorry.

In the safety of the forest’s dense canopy, you watched the two of them interact. The white figure said something to Snufkin, pointing to the forest you were in. Snufkin said something in reply, but you obviously couldn’t make it out. You groaned quietly before turning and flying deeper into the forest, away from the unknown figure.

~~~~~~~~~~

You had spent the next few weeks visiting Snufkin when he was alone. Most of the time he seemed happy to see you and would ask you to join him in whatever activity he was doing. However, on the few times you did visit him and he was a bit persnickety you’d leave soon after not wanting to bother him.

During those weeks, Snufkin had taught you more words and how to form better sentences. Your speech was nowhere near perfect, but you found it much easier to convey your thoughts, which also made it easier for him to understand you.

Currently, you sat on the bridge in the late afternoon with Snufkin as he showed you how to fish. After a while of listening to him explain how to use a fishing rod and when to reel it in, you deemed it too complicated before rolling up your pants and stepping into the water.

The two of you fished in comfortable silence before Snufkin spoke up.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Snufkin began. You looked over at him, “What’s it like to fly?”

That question caught you off guard.

Very rarely did Snufkin ask you things and they were usually easy things to answer. This, however, would be a bit difficult.

You hummed in thought, not sure what to say.

“It is…nice. Refreshing,” You said after thinking about it for a moment, “It’s like…when you go out on a walk.” You added. You really didn’t know how to explain this.

Snufkin hummed and continued fishing with a small frown. You walked out of the water, shaking the water off of your legs, and over to Snufkin. You crouched next to him on the bridge and removed his hat.

“What are you doing?” He asked, letting you take the fishing rod from his hand. You reel in the line before placing it next to his hat. You got closer to him, there only being a few inches between you two, and gently grabbed his hands, wrapping them around your neck. You then wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your chests flush against the other.

“W-Wha…?” Snufkin whispered, face red, as you held onto him tightly. Snufkin understood what you were trying to do when you jumped onto the railing of the bridge.

“Ah, w-wait!” He shouted, but his plea fell upon deaf ears. You push off of the railing and extend your wings, allowing the wind to help you into the air. You winced as Snufkin screamed next to your ear, his legs wrapping around your waist to secure himself to you.

“No-I don’t like this!” He shouted, pressing his face into your shoulder. You laughed lightly, flying up a bit higher. You flew relatively low to the ground -- or at least as low as you could due to the trees -- so as not to frighten him too much.

“You will like,” You said, continuing to glide around. You couldn’t move as fast as normal, not as high, but he didn’t need to know that. After letting him get used to the air, you called out to him.

“Hey, look,” You whispered. Snufkin pulled his face away from your shoulder and looked out into the sky. He hummed as he looked around.

“Oh, wow,” He sighed, eyes glancing all over the sky. You smiled softly at the look of awe and amazement on his face. The way that the wind blew through his brown hair and how the light bounced off of his flawless, sun-kissed skin made him look heavenly, absolutely lovely. Your stomach felt warm, chest tight, and you were sure it wasn’t just from Snufkin’s body. You squeezed him a little tighter when you felt your grip loosen slightly, worried you might drop him.

You looked away, face warm, and focused on flying instead. Snufkin shifted in your arms slightly to look at everything better.

“Do you do this every day?” Snufkin asked, pulling your attention from your thoughts and to him, “Fly, I mean.” He specified.

“Yes,” You answered, “It how I go most places.”

“What an amazing gift you have,” He mumbled. You were sure you weren’t meant to hear it, but it flattered you all the same. For a good part of your life, you resented having wings. A part of you always thought that your parents got rid of you because you weren’t like most “human” children, you had wings. You were amazed at how much power a single sentence from Snufkin had over you; how those six, simple words almost brought you to tears. You smiled softly, saying,

“I guess so.”

The rest of your flight was silent, the only noise being that of the wind in your ears and the songs of distant forest animals. You flew around with Snufkin for another few minutes before you felt the strain in your wings, the stress of carrying another person finally getting to you. You turned back to the bridge and made your descent.

You landed on the bridge, next to where you had left Snufkin’s things, but didn’t let go of the other quite yet. Your wings were trembling due to the stress of carrying him and you were panting slightly with your head resting on his shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Snufkin asked, rubbing your lower back. You hummed a ‘yes’ while pulling away from the other. When you parted, he continued to hold your hand.

“Not used to carry…person,” You explained, breathless.

“Why don’t I make you something while you rest? You deserve it after all,” Snufkin offered, retrieving his discarded item and walking off of the bridge, having you follow him.

“Sounds…good,” You said, sitting down on the ground. You watched Snufkin rummage around in his bag for a bit before you lay down on your side. You felt unbelievably tired. You had never worked yourself this hard before.

The last thing you remember seeing was Snufkin striking a fire.

You were awoken by Snufkin gently shaking your shoulder sometime later, telling you that the food was ready. The sun had already set and twilight was upon you. You smiled as you sat up and stretched; it seemed a short nap was all you needed.

Snufkin handed you a bowl of stew and a spoon before sitting down next to you. It was similar to the first one he had made for you the first night you met. The two of you ate quietly before Snufkin spoke up.

“Thank you,” He whispered, making you turn to him confused, “For sharing that experience with me.” You pulled the bowl away from your face and smiled.

“Thank you…for joining me,” You said, “I had fun.”

You finished your dinner in silence once more before rinsing out your bowl in the nearby stream (you noted a while ago that this was something Snufkin did) and handing the bowl to Snufkin. He thanked you before placing the items in his bag and extinguishing the fire. Snufkin placed his bag in the tent that he set up. You were about to wish him a good night and fly off somewhere for the night when he spoke up.

“Would you care to stay with me tonight?” Snufkin asked, pulling aside one of the flaps of his tent. You shook your head saying,

“Oh, no,” You smiled, “I know you like, um…privacy.” You hesitated, not sure if you used the right words, “I no want to bother.”

“You wouldn’t be a bother,” Snufkin rebuttal quickly, looking at you expectantly. You stared into his brown eyes before turning away from him. You knew that he was just trying to be courteous; he never liked being around people for too long.

“Good night,” You said, waving, before taking flight. You didn’t fail to notice the slight relief that washed over Snufkin’s face as you pushed off of the ground and flew deep into the dense forest for the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snufkin had invited you to go, what he called, ‘Mushroom Hunting” with him. You had injured your left leg a few days prior due to having fallen out of a tree while sleeping. It left a nasty gash on the less meaty and more bony part of your ankle, which was making it difficult to walk around. Despite having cleaned it off in a nearby stream soon after injury, it hadn’t been healing that much and instead seemed to be getting worse.

You carried on, however, and joined Snufkin in his hunt for mushrooms.

It was a much warmer summer day and when you went to visit Snufkin, you noted the changes to his outfit. He had left his coat with the rest of his things -- in one of the more secluded areas so others wouldn’t find it -- and switched out his cream-colored shirt with a green one. His usual green pants were rolled up about mid-calf while he wore the same brown boots, his yellow scarf tied into a loose knot around his hat.

Something about seeing him so dressed down made you feel light. You felt warmth in parts of your body that were normally cold like your hands and feet and your muscles were tense. Your stomach fluttered, but not in the same way it would when you flew, and your chest felt almost uncomfortably tight. Almost.

“You ready?” Snufkin asked. His voice was as smooth and serene, calming as always. It never failed to give you a sense of tranquility and safety.

“Yes,” You said, walking to the best of your ability beside the other. You had been limping a little since yesterday, but it didn’t concern you too much. You wrapped the injury up with some discarded cloth to prevent anything from hitting or getting into it.

The two of you walked around in the densely populated forest, looking near the base of trees and cracks of rocks for mushrooms and other wild plants. You didn’t find that many edible mushrooms -- the majority of them hen-of-the-woods or oyster mushrooms with the occasional sulphur shelf mushroom -- but you did find a lot of other plants.

Snufkin was careful when harvesting the mushrooms, cutting them at their base and placing them in the small cloth bag he brought with him.

Snufkin had asked that you look for other kinds of plants and after he gave you a bag you were off on your own. You found a good amount of plants like dandelions and purple dead nettles that you would be able to brew into tea, along with others like milkweeds, lily shoots, yarrows, violets, and nettles. Your bag was barely able to hold everything.

You looked for Snufkin only 10-ish minutes after leaving his side.

“Back!” You shouted when you spotted him. He turned to you and waved you over. You limped over to him as fast, and smoothly, as you could, which was something Snufkin noted. He frowned as you approached him.

“Are you alright?” He asked, grabbing the bag you offered to him.

“I’m okay,” You lied, picking a small, yellow flower nearby. You honestly felt awful; Your leg ached and your head hurt, along with feeling warmer than usual. But you didn’t want to ruin Snufkin’s day, knowing that he had been looking forward to going foraging with you.

“Are you sure?” Snufkin asked, gently holding one of your hands, “You’re limping.” He added, looking down at your leg.

“I’m sure,” You answered, pulling yourself away from him and tucking the flower into the scarf that was around his hat, “Keep looking.”

Snufkin’s eyes lingered on you a little longer before he looked away and sighed.

“Alright,” He said, following you.

You continued to look around the forest for various plant life with Snufkin before resting below a tree for a moment. You quietly conversed with Snufkin for a few minutes until your voice faded off before going silent. At first, you just had a minor headache, but now it felt like someone was constantly hitting you against both of your temples and your ankle was starting to throb. The ache in your chest was also making it a bit difficult for you to breathe properly. Snufkin quickly took notice.

“Y/N?” He asked, resting his hand on your shoulder, “Are you okay?”

You were about to respond with another ‘I’m okay’ when you gasped in pain, clutching at your ankle as another wave of pain coursed through it.

“What’s-” Snufkin said fearfully, his hand hovering over yours as he looked over you. He placed a hand on your forehead and grimaced, “Goodness, you’re burning up.”

“I-I’m…” You tore your head away from Snufkin’s grasp and attempted to stand up. You groaned in pain and fell back down against the boulder you two were previously leading on, cradling your injured leg. Snufkin looked down at your leg, placing a gentle hand on the makeshift bandages.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Fell…” You groaned, tugging at the wrappings.

Snufkin, noticing your struggle, hooked a finger underneath the bloodstained cloth and unwrapped it. He gasped at the sight that greeted him.

“Oh, Y/N…” Snufkin whispered, covering his mouth with one of his hands. The wound had opened up again, no doubt because of you overextending it, and was bleeding quite a bit. Your ankle was red and swollen and hurt like all hell.

“When did you do this?” Snufkin questioned quickly, digging through his pockets for the few bandages that he always kept on him. You didn’t answer. He hesitated while pulling them out, looking over the wound more, before sighing and leaving them where they were.

“I think it’s infected,” Snufkin said, moving your leg around slightly, causing you to groan. He apologized, patting your thigh sympathetically, “There’s not much I can do until we get it sterilized.”

You furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar word, continuing to cradle your leg. Snufkin stood up, holding out a hand to you.

“Can you walk?” Snufkin asked. You bit your lip before taking Snufkin’s hand and standing up.

“Here, come with me,” He added.

You whined as you tried to put weight on your left leg, pulling it back up as a searing pain ran up all the way from your ankle up to your thigh. You flutter above the ground, hand still in Snufkin’s, as you allow Snufkin to lead you out of the forest area.

“I know a few people who can help you,” Snufkin said as you two reached the clearing where his things were left. It felt as if a heavy weight had pressed down into your stomach as he said those words. You pulled away from him, feet hitting the ground as you quickly exclaimed,

“No! No others-” You forced the words out of your mouth, hugging yourself and backing away slightly from him, “They-They’ll hurt!”

“What?” Snufkin asked, taken aback by your words. Never in his life would he expect someone to suggest that the Moomins would hurt someone without just cause, “They would never! The Moomins are very kind beings. They’ll help you, no questions asked!” He said, taking a step closer to you. You backed up, body tense. His honey-brown, almost amber, eyes stared into your E/C ones, practically begging you to come with him. You turned away.

“N-No…” You mumbled. Snufkin sighed, running his hand through the hair that wasn’t covered by his hat.

“Fine, fine, just…” He muttered, his voice trailing off in thought, “I’ll set up my tent and see what I can do to tend to it.”

Your shoulders sagged in relief and you helped Snufkin set his tent up the best you could. After that was done, he ushered you inside while he rummaged around outside. When he came back, he had a bowl of water and began searching his bag for a couple of rags. He soaked two of them, ringing them out before folding one of them and placing it on your forehead. You sighed as the rag cooled your burning face before yelping when you felt a tug at your leg.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Snufkin said, gently placing the other cool rag on your wound. You groaned at the burn it caused but didn’t fight him.

You felt ungodly tired, your conscience fading in and out, while your body was unbelievably hot. You gently tapped at your side to get Snufkin’s attention.

“I…sleep,” You mumbled, eyelids falling shut. You heard Snufkin say something to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, but your brain couldn’t make sense of it.

Snufkin’s hand on your cheek was the last thing you could remember before you slipped out of conscience.

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Saying that Snufkin was worried would be the understatement of the year. He tended to your injured ankle, replacing the cloth on your forehead with a cold one every now and then. He had washed your ankle off with clean, cold water and wrapped it with actual bandages, draping his coat over your shivering body. If you didn’t break your fever before nightfall, he had to take you to get outside help, whether you liked it or not.

Only when he was sure that he had done everything that he could for you for the time being, he left to gather the plants you two had collected earlier. Snufkin felt somewhat ill when he looked at the small clearing in the forest where you dropped your things earlier. He silently gathered everything up before heading back to his tent.

Once there, Snufkin organized your findings and put them away, tending to you in any way he could. It took him a couple of hours before he finished, nighttime was already upon you two. He checked your sleeping form, noting your irregular, labored breathing and flush face. Your fever was still very much present and that’s when he decided he needed to get you help.

Snufkin left you once again, quickly making his way to the Moomin house. He knocked on the door hoping that it was still early enough in the night that they would answer. To his delight, Moominmama answered, straightening her apron out as she glanced up.

“Snufkin, what a pleasant surprise,” Moominmama said smiling, “Where’s your coat? Please, come in.”

“Not now, Moominmama,” Snufkin said, holding his hand out to her, “I need your help. A friend of mine was injured badly.” He added.

“Oh my, where are they?” She asked, concerned, covering her mouth with her hand and glancing about.

“They’re in my tent resting, but I’ve helped them all I can already,” Snufkin explained, “Would it be alright if I brought them here for you to treat?”

“Why of course!” Moominmama exclaimed, turning back into her home to gather the items needed to tend to you, “Do you need help moving them?”

“I do,” Snufkin said, stepping into the house, “Could you get Moominpapa or Moomintroll to help?” he asked.

“Moomintroll!” Moominmama shouted.

“Yes, Mama?” Moomintroll answered back, standing at the top of the staircase. Moomintroll looked down, “Snufkin!” He shouted, walking down the stairs to greet the other.

“Snufkin needed help bringing someone here. Please help him,” Moominmama said, digging around the cabinets for medical items.

“Someone?” Moomintroll asked, confused.

“Yes, come with me,” Snufkin said, taking Moomintroll’s hand and running back to his tent. The whole walk there, Moomintroll was asking Snufkin about you -- who you were, what you looked like, how badly you were injured -- only to receive one or two-word responses.

Once the two of them got there Snufkin let go of Moomintroll’s hand and said,

“Alright, they should still be asleep. I’ll need you to carry them,” Snufkin opened the tent to find you still asleep, breathing shallowly. He crawled back in, keeping Moomintroll out as he kept trying to peer in at you.

Snufkin grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you toward the entrance of the tent.

“They’re a bit skittish, so you’re going to have to be gentle with them,” Snufkin explained, pulling you all of the way out of the tent.

“Hey, isn’t this the same person I saw a few weeks ago?” Moomintroll asked once he finally got a good look at you, holding his arms out to carry you.

“Yes,” Snufkin answered, placing you in Moomintroll’s arms, “Watch their back.”

“What are you…Oh-” Moomintroll asked, stopping himself mid-sentence. He looked down at you in amazement and at your wings as they sagged against the ground, limp.

“What…are they?” Moomintroll asked, looking back up at Snufkin, who was dismantling his tent and putting the parts in his bag.

“I’m not sure,” Snufkin admitted, slinging his bag onto his back, “Something unique, I suppose. Let’s head back.” He added, tucking your wings against your back the best he could.

Moomintroll struggled slightly carrying you due to your wings going limp and falling out and against the ground every now and again. He managed as it was a short walk over to Moomin’s house. Moominmama was waiting at the door for their return, face filled with worry as your figure came into sight.

“Oh my…” Moominmama whispered, holding her arms out and plucking you out of Moomintroll’s hold. She glanced over your frame, eyes lingering on your wings, and asked after not noticing anything immediately wrong, “What happened to them?”

“They injured their ankle a couple of days ago and it got infected,” Snufkin explained, walking into the house after the others and closing the door, “They’ve also had a fever for a few hours.”

Moominmama carried you, much like a mother would a child, up the stairs and into the spare bedroom where she already had all the medical supplies set up. She placed your unconscientious form on the bed, mindful of your wings. She removed the bandages Snufkin put on your ankle before taking a look at it.

“They hurt themself pretty bad,” Moominmama hummed, rummaging through the basket of medicinal items, “But it’s nothing I can’t fix.” She added, much to Snufkin’s relief.

“Hey! Let me in, I wanna see too!” The three heard a shrill voice shout from somewhere outside the door.

“Not yet, Little My. Let Moominmama tend to them and then you can see them,” Another, calmer, voice explained. The two bickered back and forth for a while before they left.

“I had Moominpapa take care of Little My,” Moominmama said, wiping down your ankle with clean, warm water, “I wanted to make sure they wouldn’t be bothered by Little My while they tried to recover.”

Moominmama placed a cool, wet towelette on your forehead before grabbing the rubbing alcohol from the basket. She soaked a clean rag with it then grabbed your foot, just below your injury. As gently as she could, she began disinfecting the wound with the alcohol-soaked rag.

You groan in your sleep, drawing Snufkin’s attention away from Moomintroll’s questions, and pulled your ankle out of Moominmama’s grasp, curling on your side and facing away from the three.

“Oh, I know, dear, but this must be done,” Moominmama said apologetically, grabbing your ankle once again and cleaning it off. You whined more in your sleep, a noise that Snufkin disliked hearing, but didn’t pull away like you had before.

Moominmama was quick to patch you up before she tucked you in; She hesitated as she brought the blanket up past your shoulders, opting to rest it at your waist unsure whether you wanted them covered or not.

“They are quite lovely,” Moominmama hummed, gently stroking your hair out of your face. Moominmama replaced the now warm towelette on your forehead with a cold one and began packing everything away.

“Do you want to stay with them for the night, Snufkin?” Moominmama asked.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Snufkin replied, sitting down in the chair that was next to your bedside. Snufkin took your limp hand into his own, running his thumb over your palm. You hummed in your sleep before turning away from the other, taking your hand with you.

“Come now, Moomin, let’s let them rest,” Moominmama said, ushering said Moomin out of the room, “Goodnight, Snufkin.”

“Goodnight, Moominmama and Moomintroll,” Snufkin said, eyes never leaving you, as the door behind the two closed. Snufkin heard Little My shout something about wanting to see you, but he ignored it in favor of watching over you.

It had been around an hour when exhaustion really began to hit Snufkin. He wanted to stay awake in case you woke up and needed him, but he just couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open and before he knew it, he was drifting asleep in the uncomfortable wooden chair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snufkin woke up due to a knock at the door. He stretched before opening the door to see Moominmama standing in the hallway along with Moomintroll and Moominpapa, the latter holding a squirming Little My in his arms.

“Are they awake yet?” Moominmama asked, peeking over Snufkin’s shoulder to catch a glance of you.

Snufkin looked behind him before answering, “Not yet.”

Moominmama hummed, stepping inside before tending to you, the others following behind her.

“Woah,” Little My said, rushing up to your bedside to get a good look at you, “What is that thing?” She asked.

“Oh, be nice!” Moomintroll said, nudging Little My’s shoulder and pulling her away, the smaller sticking her tongue out at him childishly.

Moominmama removed the warm towellet and checked for a fever, relieved to see that your fever had broken sometime during the night. She wiped away the remaining water on your head and checked the bandages for any signs of lifting or unraveling.

During her examination, you had kicked your leg away from Moominmama before beginning to stretch your body. Your body relaxed before your E/C eyes fluttered open, landing on Moominmama herself. You gasped as your eyes focused and you backed away from the Moomin, back pressing against the wall in a panic.

Your breathing was uneven as you glanced around the room, eyes flickering quickly between the Moomins. You opened and closed your mouth a few times with broken words and incoherent noises being the only things that left it.

“Why?” Was the only thing you were able to rasp out as your eyes fell on Snufkin who had stood up from the chair next to you.

“It’s alright, dear,” Moominmama said in a comforting tone, “We’re not going to hurt you. I’m just here to help you,”

You shook your head and curled into yourself, knees pressed almost painfully against your chest.

“Away,” You mumbled, “Get away!”

Moominmama took a step back from you and spoke.

“Let’s give them some space, yes? They must be frightened,” She said, ushering the others out of the room, “If you need anything, just call for us.” She added quietly to you.

You glanced up at her voice and didn’t miss the kind smile she flashed you. You noticed that in the group of people leaving, Snufkin was among them. Before you could think, you reached out to him and shouted,

“Not you!” Everyone turned around to see you pointing to Snufkin, “You can stay.” You added.

Moominmama nodded and motioned for everyone to leave the two of you alone. She whispered something you couldn’t hear to Snufkin as she left the room. Snufkin closed the door before approaching you cautiously, worried that he might frighten you, and sat in the chair by your bedside.

You stared at him as he sat down and stayed quiet for a few moments, trying to find the right words.

“Why…bring me here?” You asked hesitantly. Snufkin shifted in his seat before answering.

“You needed help,” He said, “I had done all that I could do to help you.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, looking away from him. You knew he was right and as uncomfortable as it made you, by bringing you here Snufkin had probably saved your life. It was quiet before you spoke up again.

“Who are they?” you asked.

“Well, the woman you were talking to is Moominmama. She was the one who tended to your injuries. Then there’s Moomintroll who helped carry you here,” Snufkin explained, glancing over to see you listening to him curiously.

“There’s also Moominpapa, who is Moominmama’s husband, and Little My, who was the little girl that was in here that is also my sister.” Snufkin continued.

“Moominmama…” You murmured in thought, “Is she…nice?’ You asked.

“Yes,” Snufkin answered, “She’s very nice. Moominpapa and Moomintroll are also nice.”

“Not the little one?” You asked, looking up at him. Snufkin shook his head.

“Not at first, but she’ll warm up to you,” Snufkin said with a small smile, “She…won’t actually hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You hugged your knees closer to yourself, ignoring the dull ache in your ankle as you did so. You thought for a moment before beginning to stand up. Snufkin noticed this and stood up quickly and took a step towards you, extending a hand out towards you.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, a mere foot away from you. You shook your head as you continued moving to the edge of the bed. Snufkin moves out of the way to allow you to get off as you swing your legs over the edge, first your right foot, then your left. You stood up and shifted your weight on each foot before walking towards the door with Snufkin only a foot away and ready to catch you.

You heard a quiet conversation on the other side of the door as you got closer to it, mainly consisting of a sweet, calm voice. Slowly opening the door the conversation abruptly stops and you peek your head out to meet the faces of four people, three Moomins and a Mumrik.

“Hello, dear,” Moominmama greeted with a soft smile, “How are you feeling?”

“Feeling…better,” You answered, pushing the door open a little further but not yet walking out. You turned back to look at Snufkin unsure of who was who.

“Could you step in for a moment, Moominmama?” Snufkin asked, pulling you back from the door.

“Of course,” She answered, walking through the threshold and closing the door behind her, “Do you need to be treated anymore, dear?” She asked you.

“They’re alright for now. They just wanted to meet you,” Snufkin spoke for you after noticing your discomfort. The Moomin looked over at you, a gentle smile gracing her soft, round face.

“Hello,” You mumbled, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, biting your lip as the left ankle began to ache.

“Oh, dear, please sit down! Your ankle has only just begun to heal. I’d hate for you to become any more injured.” Moominmama said worried and reached out a hand to hold yours, the other resting on your shoulder. You stiffened at the contact but relaxed once she only guided you to a chair.

“I’m thinking it will take around a week for your ankle to heal to the point where you’ll be able to walk normally. Two weeks for it to fully heal.” Moominmama explained, her eyes drifting from your face to your back. Your wings twitched uncomfortably under her gaze, and you brought your knees up to your face as a comfort. Snufkin laid a hand on your shoulder to calm you, which made Moominmama look back up at your face.

“Oh, pardon my rudeness!” She apologized, “How about I make us all some tea? That way we can answer any questions you have. How does that sound?”

“What’s…tea?” You asked.

“It’s a kind of drink,” Snufkin explained, “I promise it will be nice. I’ll make sure everyone gives you the space you need.” He said, taking your hands into his own, warm ones. You thought for a moment before answering.

“Ok.”

Moominmama cleared her throat beside the two of you, prompting Snifkin to let go of your hands. He offered you a small smile before Moominmama ushered all three of you out of the small bedroom and into the hallway. Snufkin walked out in front of you, with Moominmama being the first one out, to try and make you as comfortable as he could.

“I’m going to make us all some tea to make our guest more comfortable,” Moominmama said, walking down the stairs.

“Hey, they’re up.” The short girl, who you presumed was Little My, shouted, drawing attention to you. Everyone who had been waiting in the hallway all turned to you.

“Oh wow. They’re so tall!” A short and stocky Moomin shouted excitedly, running up to measure his height against yours. You stood still as he pressed his shoulder to yours, his head barely reaching your chin even as he stood up straight and you hunched.

“Don’t be rude now, Moomin,” Another Moomin, one looking exactly like the other who was pressed to your arm, said while pulling the other away from you.

“Please excuse him; He’s still but only a boy,” The Moomin explained. Looking at him now, you noted that he was taller than the Moomin who was next to you and was wearing a black top hat.

“My name is Moominpapa,” He said, extending his hand out. You stared at it a moment before grasping it, allowing your hand to be shaken up and down, “And this is Moomintroll. Say hi, Moomin.”

“Hello!” Moomintroll shouted eagerly, practically vibrating where he was standing, “It’s so nice to meet you.”

You stared at him a moment before pointing to yourself.

“Y/N,” You said. They stayed quiet expecting you to say more, but you remained silent.

“It’s a pleasure to have you as company, Y/N,” Moominpapa said with a nod of his head.

You felt a tug at the bottom of one of your wings and looked down to see Little My pulling at them rather harshly.

“Are these real?” She asked. You merely pulled your wing out of her grasp in response. She gasped as the soft feathers slipped out of her hand before trying to grab at you again. You pivoted in a circle as she continued to run around you in an attempt to tug at your wing again while Shufkin bent down and picked her up.

“Leave them be. You wouldn’t want someone pulling your clothes or hair now would you?” Snufkin said. Little My squirmed in his arms a moment more before accepting defeat and laying limp in his grasp.

“Dear, the tea is ready.” You hear Moominmama call from the kitchen.

“That’s our cue,” Moominpapa said, ushering the four of you down the stairs, “Let’s not keep her waiting.” Moominpapa was still cautious of your injury and offered you a hand.

Stepping out into the foyer, you gazed around at the small living room and peered into the kitchen that was adjacent to the staircase. There was something so comforting about the small living room that calmed you. Still, you couldn’t help but think about running out through the front door at the end of the staircase.

Noticing your hesitance to walk into the kitchen, Moomintroll took your hand in his and led you to the kitchen with a gentle smile. Snufkin dropped Little My onto one of the oddly cut pieces of wood that surrounded the table. Your hand fell out of the Moomin’s as you made your way to the table and tapped one of the pieces of wood. Looking up at Snufkin you asked,

“What is this?”

Before Snufkin could answer, Moomintroll spoke up first.

“That’s a chair,” He said, “Have you never seen one before?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You shook your head.

“How strange. Where are you from?” Moomin asked.

“Let them sit and have some tea first, then we can ask questions.” Moominmama interrupted while placing a tray -- that had a pot and cups on it -- down on the table. Snufkin showed you how to sit properly in the chair while everyone else sat down. Moominmama poured you a cup of tea telling you to be careful since it was still hot.

“So,” Moominmama said while taking a seat at the head of the table, “If I may ask, where are you from, dear? I don’t recognize you.” You frowned.

“Don’t…know,” You mumbled, “I don’t remember. Was left alone when I was a child.”

“Aww, that’s so sad,” Moomintroll said frowning, “Do you remember anything from before you were left alone?”

“No. Nothing,” You answered, “I came here from…from up. It was getting cold.”

“So it’s like you migrated from the North?” Moominpapa asked.

“Migrated?” You repeated.

“Migrated. It’s something that birds do,” Snufkin explained, “During the winter time, birds will travel south since it’s warmer there and then return north after winter has passed.”

“Oh,” You whispered, “Yes, I migrated.”

“Well just know you are always welcome here in the Moomin house,” Moominmama said, taking a sip of her tea. You grabbed the cup and mimicked her movements. The tea wasn’t all that good. It just tasted like slightly sweeter water, but you drank it nonetheless grateful that she had given it to you.

You continued to talk to the Moomins and Snufkin for the better part of the day. It mainly consisted of them asking you something and you answering with some half-baked sentence that you weren’t sure made sense, but that they seemed to understand.

You had only realized how long you all had been talking when Moomintroll invited you and Snufkin to join him and Little My outside, as by then it was already afternoon. You watch the other two run out the front door while Snufkin helped you up and out of the house. Moominmama and Moominpapa wished you well as you were led out onto the porch. Snufkin sat you down on the porch while the others ran out onto the grass in front of the house.

“So, can you actually fly or are the wings just for show?” Little My asked. You shook your head ‘yes.’

“Well then, show us!” She shouted, “I’ve been dying to see it.”

“Little My, they are still injured.” Shufkin said. You place your hand on Snufkin’s shoulder and pull yourself up. You smiled at Little My and waved your hand.

“Come,” You said, “I will fly.”

Little My ran over to you and stood with her hands on her hips. You picked her up despite the little struggle she put up and hugged her to your chest.

“Ready?” You ask.

“Huh!?” She squeaks into your chest before you take off. You watch as Snufkin and Moomintroll become smaller and smaller as you ascend, all the while Little My is yelling and clutching your chest and waist. You didn’t fly very far nor very high, just high enough so she could understand what it felt like.

Your flying stuttered as she grabbed the cloak on your back and pulled it over your wings partially, causing her to scream louder as you dipped for a moment. You laughed lightly at her screaming.

“No, you okay!” You shouted over the wind in your ears.

“No, I’m not! Put me down, put me down!” She cried.

“You want me to fly? I fly!” You yell, tossing her up and quickly catching her, smiling at the way she screamed and begged to be put down. After a moment you complied, gently descending to the ground and placing a disoriented Little My down only for her to fall face-first into the grass. She gripped the ground hard, little blades of grass escaping in between her fingers, and muttered into the ground.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you ground!” Little My shouted and you laughed. You soon saw Moomintroll and Snufkin run over, smiles plastered on both of their faces.

“Wow, that was so cool!” Moonintroll exclaimed, wonder apparent on his face, “Can you do that with me?”

“Not sure,” You answer uncertainty.

“Maybe they can try another time after they’ve fully healed?” Snufkin tells Moomintroll. Moomintroll’s head falls slightly.

“Yeah, maybe another time,” He whispers. Feeling bad, you place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you.

“Another time,” You say, and he smiles more confidently.

Snufkin offers you a hand to help you return to the porch with the others. You sit back down and watch as the others play in the sunlight. They do what they can to include you, but you understand that it’s difficult considering your condition.

Sometime during the afternoon, Moominmama came to speak to you with Moominpapa trailing behind her.

“Please pardon our rudeness, but if I may, can we touch your wings? They look so beautiful,” She asks softly, and who are you to deny her? You spread your wings out towards them and watch as Moominmama slowly reaches out to touch them.

Warmth is the first thing you register. Warmth, quickly followed by pressure to the tip of your left wing. One hand cradled the feathers with the other gently slid over them, similar to how one would pet a cat. Soon, another pair of hands joined her on your other wing.

“Oh my,” Moominmama whispers, entranced by the silky softness that is your wings, “I have never seen something so beautiful. You are quite fortunate to have been born this way.”

You hum as a reply, your eyes falling shut at the cadenced petting of your wings. It was soothing, both the delicate pressure and rhythmic nature of her strokes. You begin to lean to your side, your head falling into Moominmama’s lap. Moominpapa releases your wings as Moominmama giggles lightly, starting to stroke your hair instead.

“You’re quite young too, aren’t you? Around Snufkin’s age, if I had to guess,” Moominmpapa ponders, but you barely hear it as you rest in other’s lap, dully watching the others continue to flock in the late afternoon light.

Moominmama would later call in the others for dinner as twilight approached. She cooked a lovely meal of red Borscht soup and sourdough bread with fruit galettes for dessert. You had never tasted anything so delicious in your life, it made you want to cry. While the food Snufkin would cook was good, it wasn’t anything near as rich as Moominmama’s.

Before you knew it, your plate was cleared and as you bit into the galette you felt tears prick at your eyes and hum happily as the sweet jam touched your tongue. Snufkin leaned over and brushed a thumb over your cheek, wiping the tear away.

“Are you alright?” He asked, worry evident on his face. You nod your head, ‘yes.’

“So…good,” You whimpered, shoving the rest of the dessert into your mouth. Moominmama and Moominpapa quickly came over and embraced you on either side. Their embrace is warm, comforting, as Moominpapa spoke up,

“You will always have a place here, [Y/N].”

You stare at him, eyes wide and unblinking, as more tears start to well up in your eyes and you can do nothing to stop them from falling down your cheeks and the sobs from bubbling up your throat and tumbling out of your mouth.

The others at the table are quick to join you: Moomintroll hugs you from behind, Little My hugs your leg, and Snufkin hugs your chest as best he can. You wrapped your arms around Snufkin and squeezed, tears falling freely and cries loud and unfiltered.

“Thank you!” You shouted between sobs. You heaved forward, chin resting on Snufkin’s shoulders as the others embraced you tighter, simultaneously both too much and not enough and you had no idea how to feel.

Is this what company was like? Have you really been missing out on this your whole life?

Is this what it was like to be loved?

The others pulled away from you after a moment, all except for Snufkin who continued to hold your hands gently even after moving back.

“You’ll be safe here, with the Moomins,” Snufkin whispered, “I promise.”

And you believed him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Winter in Moominvalley came much sooner than you expected.

It seemed that as soon as your ankle had healed and you had gotten to know the Moomins, they began their yearly hibernation ritual. Snufkin explained it to you when they first started the process.

“Every year at winter time, the Moomins hibernate,” You hear him say, “It’s like how you move away from the cold in winter, except they sleep through the cold weather and wake up when it becomes warm again in the spring.”

“They sleep?” You asked, “The whole time? How do they stay asleep for so long?”

Snufkin laughed,

“I’m not sure. It’s a mystery to me too.”

Snufkin looked away from you and at the stream in front of you where you both were sat on its shore.

“Do you also sleep?” You questioned. Snufkin shook his head with a smile.

“No, I travel elsewhere during the winter here,” He answered.

“Where do you go?”

“Wherever the world wants me to go.”

You hum, laying down on the grass more and spreading your wings to bask in the fleeting sunlight and cool breeze.

“Where will you go?” Snufkin asks quietly.

“I don’t know. I don’t actually have anywhere to go,” You said, looking up at him.

Snufkin is beautiful. The fading sunlight highlights his short, chestnut hair in the best possible way as the same light brightens his usually dark brown -- almost black -- eyes. The green of his clothes complements his olive tones perfectly and you can’t pull your eyes away from him no matter how hard you try.

“Why don’t you come with me?” Snufkin asks and for a moment you’re too stunned by his beauty to answer. Your eyes widen as his words sink in and you sit up with a jolt.

“Really? You want me to travel with you?” You asked, unsure if you understood him correctly.

“Yes really. I would be honored if you joined me in my travels,” Snufkin said smiling at you, “You make great company.”

“I thought you liked traveling alone? Because you get tired of people?” You said eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I do, but I could never become tired of you,”

Your face feels warm now and it’s not just from the sun. You swear your heart stops for an instant and you grip your chest in worry. His smile is so warm, so soft, and it’s directed at you and only you.

When you find your voice, your words are quick to tumble out.

“I’d love nothing more than to stay with you,” You whisper, scooting over closer to Snufkin. He places his hand overtop yours and the warmth that envelopes your whole body from the simple action is almost too much for you to handle.

“I’m so glad,” He whispers back, leaning closer to you, “I’ve grown quite fond of you from our time together.” He smiles.

“Actually, there’s something more I’ve wanted to tell you,” Snufkin says suddenly and pulls away from you, and you mourn the lost contact.

“Do you know what it’s like to be loved?” Snufkin asks, his eyes staring deep into yours as his heavy question sinks in. You hum in thought and look away, thinking back to all the other relationships you have observed.

“I believe I know what love is,” You start, looking back into Snufkin’s amber eyes, “Moominmama and Moominpapa both love Moomintroll, and Moomintroll also loves Moominmama and Moominpapa. You love Little My and, which she doesn’t always show, she loves you too. You love Moomintroll, and Moomintroll loves you. Annnd…And I love you all, and you all love me!”

“But do you know of another kind of love?” Snufkin continues, holding both of your hands and holding them in between you two, “The way that Moominmama loves Moominpapa, and Moominpapa loves Moominmama?”

You’re silent as you ponder this. Come to think of it, you had never given their relationship much thought, assuming that they were always together.

“I haven’t,” You answered.

“It’s…a warm feeling,” Snufkin begins, taking a firm hold of your hands and pressing them to your chest, “It starts in your chest. You feel an unusual, but not uncomfortable, warmth begin to form in the center of your chest, in your heart,” He circles your sternum with your hand in his.

“Then, it starts to work its way throughout your whole chest, moving from your heart to your lungs, to your stomach, and to your shoulders,” His hands trail along your body as he speaks, and your breath hitches with every gentle graze his knuckles make to your bare skin in some areas.

“From there, the warmth continues to travel to each appendage, from your shoulders to the tips of your fingers and from your thighs to the tips of your toes. And in your specific case, from your back to the tips of your longest feathers,” Your wings twitch subconsciously at the mention of them and your fingers when Snufkin lets them go to travel down your legs and to your ankles before releasing them.

“And then?” You ask meekly, and he giggles.

“And then, the warmth goes up your neck,” His fingers trail your collarbones before going up your neck, a hand on each side, “And it settles into your face, turning you as red as a tomato!” He finished, his hands cupping both of your cheeks in his hands and you gasped.

“You turn into a tomato?!” You shout, hands holding Snufkin’s to prevent him from pulling them away.

“No, no, you don’t turn into a tomato. Your face just becomes red from blush, making you look like a tomato,” Snufkin explains, his smile never wavering. You sigh out an ‘oh’ and tilt your head.

“But what causes this love? Why is it different from the other ways we love?” You ask.

“It’s caused by a single person,” Snufkin whispers, his face inching just barely closer to yours as if he was telling you a secret, “This person becomes very special to you. You want them to be with you as long as possible. You want to protect them the best you can. You want to cherish them and honor them with all your being.”

Snufkin pauses.

“This person makes you feel whole,” He finished, and he is now mere inches away from you, his hands still cupping your cheeks with his fingertips brushing along your jawline and thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

“Have you ever felt this love before?” He asks again.

Without hesitation, you answer,

“I have.”

The air is silent before Snufkin speaks up.

“[Y/N].” He whispers.

“Yes, Snufkin?” You answer.

“I love you.”

And with that, the distance between you two is closed. Warmth flows within both of you, radiating from where both of you were joined by the gentle connection of soft lips.

“I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

In another place, at another time, two lovers sat down together along the cliffside to watch the sun set below the horizon and bring forth the cool nighttime. Warmed by each others’ embrace, One turned to the Other and spoke,

“Other?”

“Yes, One?” They answer.

“Do you think in our next lives, we’ll still love each other?” One asked, and the Other smiled.

“What kind of question is that?” The Other asked, “Of course we would be.”

“I hope so,” One had sighed in response, “In my next life, I hope that I’m me again so that I can find you and fall in love with you again!”

The Other laughed at this and pressed a kiss to One’s cheek.

“Then I hope I’m also me again so that you can find me and I can love you again as well.”

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