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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 6 months

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Platonic Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on Dean for awhile now and you're so hurt and tired of watching him flirt with every girl and you finally tell him how you feel.

A/n: For like a week I've kept thinking about this scenario in my head and I wanted to share it with everybody. This is my first attempt at writing a full story so I hope you guys enjoy it and I'm sorry if it's bad:)

Word Count:1.7k- way longer than I thought it was going to be

Warnings: Language, slight angst, little but of fluff at the end, implied smut. Let me know if I missed any!!

You had been hunting with the Winchesters for about 3 years now and it had been some of the most terrifying yet fun years you've had in awhile. You met the boys when they were hunting a Djinn who had trapped you in a dream where you could live out your life with your parents who had passed away when you were 8.

You guys were heading back to the motel after a grueling vampire hunt that you guys had been working on for about a week. When you guys got to the motel there was only 2 rooms available which meant you had to share with one of the brothers.

"I call my own room." Sam had said quicker than you could comprehend then tossed you and Dean the key to your guys room and then departed to his room to take a shower. You would have preferred to share a room with Sam because he was your best friend and he was fun to be around. You didn't mind sharing a room with Dean but you've been in love with him for so long it's getting harder and harder to control your feelings.

You knew he would never think of you like that because everywhere you go Dean always finds some random girl in a bar or some girl on a case to flirt with and he has no shame about it whatsoever. It's so hard to sit back and just watch as the man you love flirt with everyone in sight, not to mention he's not quiet when he decides to bring a girl home, not even blink an eye towards you. You knew why he wouldn't wanna be with you, you weren't as pretty or skinny or interesting as all the other girls. You were just somebody who followed them around and was like a sister to them.

"Looks like there's only one bed so it looks like we'll be sharing, unless I get lucky then I'm sure you can stay with Sam." Dean had said with his signature smirk that you loved but right now was just pissing you off. You didn't know why that comment had set you off tonight but you were done with all his bullshit.

"Whatever Dean, I don't really care anymore. I'll just go sleep outside so you can do whatever you want with whoever you want." You said with your back against the wall. You were honestly just so tired from the hunt you didn't really care anymore.

"What the hell is up with you Y/n? You've been so angry and snappy towards me lately and I haven't done shit to you!" Dean said taken aback by your rudeness towards him. He'd noticed you'd been off the past few weeks with him but he couldn't figure out why.

"Just forget it. It's not even worth it. Just go find some random girl who's willing to throw herself at you and have a good night and leave me the hell out of it!" You said and then stomped away to head into the bathroom to take a cold shower to try and calm yourself down.

The motel you guys were staying at was only 5 minutes away from the Roadhouse and once you got in the shower you heard the hum of baby drive away knowing him and Sam were heading to the bar. You knew Jo was gonna be there and you knew how flirty she was with Dean every time you guys came around and the thought killed you of what was gonna happen tonight.

After you got out of the shower you decided to stop feeling sorry for yourself and got dressed in a cute black lace tank top with some dark blue skinny jeans and black high heeled boots, did your hair and makeup and walked 5 minutes down the road to the bar. When you got there you immediately see Dean sitting down at the bar with Jo standing way too close to him and laughing at something he was saying. You headed over to join Sam at a table he was sitting at doing research about your guys next case. You sat down next to him and let out a long sigh while continuing to stare at Dean and Jo.

"You know he's a blind idiot Y/N, he doesn't know what he's doing to you and he's not gonna know until you say something to him." Sam says as he can't help but feel bad knowing how much you care about Dean and him not feeling the same way.

"No Sam you don't get it! He's so blind and selfish and it's just so frustrating and I can't take it anymore." You finish your rant not realizing that you had started yelling and now everyone was staring at you including Dean and Jo. You immediately stood up and ran out of the bar and started walking back towards the motel. When you got there you slammed the door and began to start crying.

About 5 minutes later you hear baby pull into the parking lot and try to compose yourself before Dean comes in because you know he's gonna want to talk about what had happened. Dean unlocks the door and sees you sitting on the bed looking sad.

"Okay seriously Y/N you've been mad at me for weeks, you can't be in the same room as me for more than 5 minutes without wanting to rip my head off and now suddenly your causing scenes in bars for no reason, what the hell is going on with you? If I did something wrong I'm truly sorry but you need to tell me what it is so I know how to fix it." Dean says now kneeling in front of you trying to read your face.

You immediately stand up to get space away from you and him before deciding what to tell him. "You know what fine. I'm so tired and so done competing."

"Competing with what sweetheart?" Dean said causing your stomach to erupt with butterflies at the name

"I'm done trying to compete for your attention. I'm done trying to make you see me. I'm done I can't do it anymore it's to exhausting. I know I'll never be someone you think is attractive, I'm not as pretty as any of the girls you flirt with or as smart as other girls. I'm just ordinary and I can understand why you wouldn't wanna be with someone like me and so I'm just done." By time time you had finished with your rant your cheeks were stained with tears and you were sitting against the wall avoiding eye contact.

It took Dean a minute to make sense of everything that you had just said. It broke his heart seeing you like this because he really did in fact care for you and the fact that he was the one hurting you tore him up inside. He took a deep breathe before kneeling down in front of you and he put his finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"Are you crazy? Of course I love you, you're amazing, smart, beautiful, strong, sexy, you care about me, you make me feel like a human and not some monster. You're so loving and you see the good in me even when I can't. You are everything to me Y/n and I'm so sorry that you were feeling this way. All those other girls are just things I use to get my mind off of you and to make myself forget how bad I am for you." This causes something to shift in the room because now you are suddenly concerned about how Dean is feeling.

"What do you mean? How are you bad for me?" "Let's face it Y/n, I'm a monster, I push everyone away, I don't know how to talk about my feelings, I'm so angry all the time, I don't know how to love someone properly. Which is why I couldn't let myself fall for you any more because I knew I would just end up hurting you." Now suddenly he's the one refusing to make eye contact with you as he stands up and faces away from you.

You get up off the floor and walk up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder "Dean, I can't imagine being with anyone else. You're not a monster you are a loving caring person who would put their life before anyone else. I know you may not see it but you are one of the greatest people I know and I would be lucky if you would be with me. Relationships have hard times that's part of being in a relationship but we can get through it together and figure it out as time happens."

"I love you Y/n I want to try being the best and most caring boyfriend I can be for you." He says finally looking into your eyes for the first time since entering the motel room.

"I love you too Dean." You look up at him and smile

He looks down at you and slowly moves his head towards yours he then rests his forehead on yours and slowly connects your lips together. The kiss started out really small and timid because this was uncharted territory for the both of you. As the kiss started to heat up he licked at your bottom lip asking for permission and you quickly let him in. He brought his up and rested them on your hips and started walking you backwards to the bed. He slowly laid you down on the bed and broke the kiss to admire your face. He looks down and smiles at you. He's so glad he can finally be able to call you his and let everyone know that you are his.

He reconnects your lips and slowly starts to drag his fingers down your chest and down to your thighs.

"Let me show you how much I love you." You quickly nod your head yes and smile into the kiss as he slowly pulls your shirt over your head. You know this is gonna be one of the best nights of your life.

#dean winchester #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural imagine #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester smut

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pitifulbaby · 1 year

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spring cleaning

summary: its spring cleaning and time to clean out your closet, featuring boyfriend eddie!

pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

warnings: eddie is kinda pervy?? fluffy, playful teasing, innuendoes, hints of nsfw at the end, once again i am bad at writing out warnings

a/n: he is so boyfriend coded in this and that's all i wanted to achieve in life truthfully. 1.9k words

Spring cleaning, it wasn’t something you ever really did- till now. Hawkins had been rather cold this past winter, needing extra layers for the first time in a while. But the days were getting warmer and felt longer, so it was time to put away the heavy coats in exchange for the lighter clothes.

While taking your clothes out of the totes you kept up in your closet, you figured now would be a good time to get rid of some of the clothing you don't wear anymore. You had been wanting to get rid of stuff for awhile, so why not now?

During your cleaning your boyfriend had come over, claiming that he was ‘bored out of his mind and missing you like crazy.’ So now he was lounging on your bed, combat boots left at the door- leaving him in his normal dark clothing and mismatched colorful socks. His dark eyes were trained on you, watching as you folded an old shirt into the ‘donate’ pile. It wasn’t a shirt you had any fond memories with- none bad either, it was just a shirt that you didn’t care about and knew someone else would enjoy it more.

You had a good amount of piles, from ‘donate’ to ‘throw away’ which were the ones that were sun faded or had holes in them in places that shouldn't have holes. Then there was the ‘keep’ pile, the ‘put away for winter’ pile, and then the ‘I need to try this on’ pile. When Eddie found out about that pile, he was rather excited. Claiming he couldn’t wait for the personal fashion show, saying he would tell you which to keep and which to get rid of.

With a quiet hum you grabbed a random article of clothing, it unfurls to reveal one of Eddie’s shirts. Once his eyes landed on that he let out a gasp- taking in the acid washed, baggy band tee. “That's where that went!” the male exclaimed, nearly jumping off the bed and stumbling towards you. He soon was grabbing the shirt- not in anger, just in excitement from seeing a shirt he lost. His eyes soon squint at you, holding the shirt close to his chest.

His hand shoots out and he grasps your nose between his thumb and pointer finger, giving your face a gentle shake. “And here I am thinking the dryer goblin took this shirt!” He says, fake anger lacing in his voice with a wide smile.

“Dryer goblin?” You question him, your voice all nasally from the hold he has. He lets go of your nose, placing his hand on his hip. “Uh, yeah- the dryer goblin. The same goblin who just takes a single sock, leaving you with mismatched socks.” Eddie says like its the most common thing in the world like this is something everyone should know. He motions to his feet and then once again his eyes are squinting, leaning into your face. “Are you the dryer goblin? Do you have my socks around here?” He speaks slow and low, dropping the shirt to the floor and grabbing ahold of your waist, fingers digging into the cotton of your oversized shirt as he pulls you in.

A laugh falls from your lips as you crash into him, smile wide as you stare at him. “I always knew you were a goblin, but I never knew you were the dryer one!” He adds, his dramatics through the roof as he rocks you back and forth. “Eddie!” You exclaim, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he only holds you tighter- fingers moving against your hips as he tickles you.

“Say you are the dryer goblin and I'll let you go!” Eddie growls playfully, leaning down and gently biting the underside of your jaw all while you laugh and wiggle against his lean body. “Fine! Fine! I am the dryer goblin, I steal your shirts- but not your socks!” You managed to get out through laughter. He stops the attack on your sides, pressing a kiss to the area he was biting.

With a hand to his chest you gently push him back, which of course he takes the dramatic route and lets himself fall back onto your bed. He lands with a soft groan, arms spread out and feet hanging off the edge of the bed. He picks his head up, a smirk on his face.

“We playing like this?” He questions, leaning up on his elbows. Which in turn causes you to lean down and pick up his shirt and throw it at him. It smacks against his face, he pulls it off his face and places it down next to him. “Okay I guess we are not playing like that.” His words are quiet this time, letting his head fall back against the pillow.

As you get back to organizing through the clothes you hear the bed creak, the sounds of the comforter moving. You look over to see Eddie laying on his stomach, chin resting against the palm of his hands as he kicks his legs back and forth. Batting his lashes at you. “When do I get to see the fashion show?” He questions, his free hand twirling a lock of his dark brown, frizzy curls around his finger.

Eddie Munson was a weird man, needless to say. But that’s just one of the reasons you love him.

With a laugh and a roll of your eyes, you make your way to the side of the bed with all the clothes you need to try on, grabbing the first one at the top- which just happens to be a summery dress. Once in hand you step to the closet.

You lucked out with your small house having a walk in closet.

As you go to close the door you hear a whine from Eddie, once again he is sprawled out on his stomach atop the bed, his right cheek against the mattress as it faces you. “I thought I was gonna get a show!” He drags out his words in a pitiful voice.

You simply close the door and exchange your pajamas for the flowy dress. Once said dress is on you are opening the door, sliding your hands down your sides as you make your way to the mirror, taking in your frame. Eddie is soon sitting up on the bed, his eyes trained on your body.

“What do you think?” You question Eddie, twirling around to see it from all angles. Eddie simply hums, moving down the bed to sit at the edge, legs spread and motions you to him. “Let me get a better look.” He says, biting back something. Though you are a little suspicious of him, you comply and stand between his legs.

He looks at you in thought before he is flipping the dress up and blowing a raspberry against your stomach. The dress falls over his head, his hands planting themselves right below your ass.

With a squeal you try to pull away from him, but he keeps his hands on you and pulls his head back from under your dress, smiling cheekily up at you. “I think you should keep it.” He says like he didn't just do what he did, his smile turning brighter and wider- showcasing his dimples. With slanted eyes down at him you huff, fighting back a smile as you step back from him and looking into the mirror.

But once at the mirror you don't look at yourself, you watch Eddie, watch as he leans back against his hands and checks you out. His dark eyes trailing up and down your legs, leaning forward to try and peek up your dress. Once you catch him doing that you spin around fast, pushing the dress down lower with a huff. “If this is all you are gonna do then this fashion show is over.” With a playful grumble you head over to the pile of clothes once again, grabbing a random piece of clothing again.

“C’mon! You didn’t say I had to keep my hands to myself!” He exclaims, his smile never wavering as he watches you joyfully. “Fashion shows usually don't include blowing raspberries against the models stomach, Edward.” Your words sound serious but they are all joking, with a gasp his hand is against his chest.

“Oh! I would think a private fashion show would allow me to get a hands on experience. But it seems like this is a museum instead, all look and no touch.” He puts his hands up in surrender, lips pursing together as he watches you take the article of clothing and bring it back into the closet to change into.

The next piece was a white jumpsuit, truthfully you don’t know how or when it came into your possession. It wasn’t something you ever wore, but you felt like trying it on before you knew you would be getting rid of it. But once it was on you realized why you never wore it.

It was thin and see through, the black underwear and bra you wore showing right through the material. With a scrunch of your nose and shake of the head you call out, “This one is a no!” You say, going to take it off before Eddie is calling out. “Does that mean I don't get to see?” He questions, already getting up from the bed and moving to the closet, hand reaching out to open the door.

“Nope- Hey!” Before you could finish your sentence he had the door open, your cheeks heating up. It was odd to you why you were embarrassed when this man has seen almost every single inch of you. With a whistle his eyes are of course trained to the material as it stretches across your chest, leaving no room for imagination as it showcases your bra. “Edward!” Which he only laughs at your response, handing you a new clothing item he had grabbed from the pile for you.

“I am going, I’m going!” He says, turning back and sitting back on the bed. You shut the door with a laugh and shake your head, not really looking at the clothing he picked for you before you were taking off the jumpsuit and putting on the new item.

The clothing was a more formal dress, more form fitting in all the right places with a slit up the leg that stopped at your upper thigh. It was a deep shade of red, lace across the hem and across the sweetheart neckline. It was in the try on pile for the fact you haven’t worn it in a bit, not really going anywhere ‘fancy’ enough to wear it.

After a moment you were standing in front of the mirror again, tilting your head and shifting your body to look at yourself in the dress. With a soft hum and furrow of your brows you turn to Eddie, going to question him on what he thinks before stopping.

His eyes were wide as he stared at you, leaning forward onto his thighs as he takes you in. Clearing his throat he is soon standing up, taking a few steps to you and placing his hands on your hips. “Why don’t we take a break, huh?” He questions, hands trailing up and down your sides softly.

“Oh, and you are definitely keeping this one- but only for me.”

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #edward munson imagine #pitifulbaby

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typhoons-mess · 2 months

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Jerome/Jeremiah with a SO with a Speech Impediment

AN: Hello! I was wondering if you could possibly do headcanons with Jerome and Jeremiah where the SO has a speech impediment?

Ah yes I got you! Hopefully I covered it correctly. My mind kept getting confused while writing this.

Warnings: None

JEROME

This boy would not care if you had a speech impediment. He would love you no matter what.

The first time that you met either it was at Arkum or just at the GCPD he was HOOKED on you.

I mean who wouldn’t? A pretty face walking on by as he gets taken away.

After that he was determined to hear your pretty voice.

If you didn’t talk much his mission would be to hear something out if you.

“Come on doll, just one little squeak out of ya”

In the beginning he would be frustrated with how long it would take you to form a sentence without stuttering. But later down the line he would be patient and look at you with awe.

He would definitely yell at everyone to shut up at a meeting if you had an idea and were trying to say it out loud.

JEREMIAH

I think Pre!Jeremiah would be interested in what you have to say so he would just stay quiet while you tried to talk to him.

After Jeremiah gets sprayed I think he would have trouble waiting for you to form a sentence. He would get frustrated with how long it’s taking.

“Echo could do better forming a sentence than you!”

After he says that he feels bad. He knows your not stupid as all his followers, and it just takes you awhile.

He would come to apologize to you, rubbing your cheek. He would remember how he used to be infatuated with how you spoke.

“I’m sorry my dear. It’s just been frustrating with taking out old Jimbo. You know I love how you speak to me and brainstorm those little ideas.”

He would also shower you with gifts over the next few days as an apology as well.

#jerome valeska x reader #jerome x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #jeremiah x reader #gotham #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #gn reader

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lorkai · 9 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Silly and self Indulgent scenario that's been living in my head since I've started learning coding like javascript and html awhile ago, like pls let Idia teach me, I'll listen to everything he has say. Or not. Probably not. I would probably be looking at him all the time like 👀💞.

Coming from someone as quiet as Idia, people would think that he only hides inside his room and that only silence surrounds him. But that was far from true, Idia laughed, screamed or hummed all the time when he was safe and sound inside those comforting walls and, like now, his fingers tapped the keyboard keys frantically.

"What's that supposed to be?" You asked, pointing to a series of strange codes on Idia's dimly lit computer screen. How he could see with all the lights off, you didn't know. But at least, you now knew why he complained about his eyes hurting.

Idia replied without turning around, "They're called arrays. They're used to store more than one code inside a variable, Yuu-shi."

You made an understanding sound even though you didn't understand what that meant. You remembered a thing or two about your world's programming, but the memories were blurred and as today was an especially calm day, you decided to pull a chair close to his desk and sit next to Idia to watch him work. Maybe it would help to understand what those "arrays" were for if you could watch him, besides it was fun.

You noticed how his fingers trembled slightly against the keyboard and the ends of his hair turned pink at your sudden approach, but you preferred to spare him the embarrassment and just watch him create his codes. It was almost peaceful the sound of his fingers and his soft humming.

"That's an opening tag right there, right?" You pointed again not sure and he nodded.

"Yuu-shi..." He mumbled as if unsure of his proposal. Even though you're friends, he's too scared to voice his ideas sometimes and you don't force him to say anything while you wait for him to search for the right words. Finally after a few seconds Idia turns to you with a small smile on his face. "S-sit closer, you'll be able to see better that way. I can even explain what each code is for if that doesn't bore you."

That was his shy way of saying that he would like to have you around and that he didn't mind your questions, and you readily nodded, pulling the chair closer and resting your face in your hand. Idia kept working, fingers practicing typing over and over entire columns of tags and other codes that you gradually remembered the name.

"Yuu-shi, you never told me that you, uh, liked programming." He mutters uncertainly. But then a wide smile spreads across his lips and he looks at you sideways, laughing sinisterly. "But that means I can teach you everything I know, and after I've stuffed all possible coding knowledge into your little pretty head, Yuu-shi, you will evolve from an R card to a UR+."

You shudder comically, wondering if it was too late to run. But Idia's cool hand closes over your wrist and his slender fingers find their way to yours, lacing them together as he opens another page on his computer.

"Let's start with your lesson, Yuu-shi, and... And, uh... And if you get everything right, I have a reward in mind." Idia declares, a rosy blush taking over his face.

And truly how couldn't you deny him that?

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst idia #twst idia shroud #idia x yuu #idia x reader #idia x mc #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x yuu #idia shroud x mc #fluff #fluffy #lorkai headcanon

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desideriumwriter · 1 month

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Late Night Escape

just a simple fred weasley blurb thats been sitting around for awhile, reader gets called "Ms" once but other than that no pronouns used, 0.7k

It’s been another restless night. The stress of your O.W.L.s being only days away has kept your mind racing.

So now, instead of being in bed, you sat on the ledge of one of the windows in the third floor corridor.

You needed a change of setting, and this was surprisingly more peaceful rather than the common room, where you could hear the snores of knocked out teenage boys from their dorms.

“What are you doing roaming the castle this late, Ms.Y/L/N?” A voice came from behind you, it sounded like a poor imitation of Professor Snapes.

You whipped your head around, only to be met with a tall, ginger haired boy slowly walking towards you, both hands behind his back, eyes narrowed and his soft lips pursed together. Giving you his best impression of the school's potions master.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Mr.Weasley.” You quirked.

“Business reasons. It’s classified, only known to me and George.” He made a motion of zipping his lips together, locking them, and then throwing away the invisible key. It earned an amused scoff and eye roll from you.

“Sounds serious.” You quipped. “I wonder if it has anything to do with your tricks, I've overheard the two of you planning to pull some new ones soon.”

“I may or may not need to make a stop at Zonko's. There’s a possibility I could be running low on Stink Pellets.” He shrugged and looked to the side as he sat on the ledge next to you, only to look back at you with an intrigued look.

“You never answered my question. What’re you doing out of your dorm?”

“I can’t sleep.” Your voice is quiet and you avoid his eyes, there’s a sudden sad demeanor to your tone.

Fred’s face softens in response, he can see your face clearer now, your features being lit by the moonlight pouring through the window.

“Well, would you like to come with me?” He tilted his head down, trying to look into your eyes.

“What?” Your eyes shot up to his.

“Would you like to come along with me to Zonkos?” He tapped his fingers along the stone edge you were both sitting on.

“We could stop by Honeydukes first, maybe swipe a few cauldron cakes...” He sang, adding persuasion to his offer. He knew those were your favorite.

You didn’t respond. Only sighed, trying to figure out if you were willing enough to take the risk of sneaking out of the castle, especially this late.

"Come on! Breaking the rules for one night is no sin, right?" A mischievous smile lit up on his face.

“That’s easy for you to say, you break them everyday.” You nudged him with your foot.

“And you’re not already breaking a rule right now?” He cocked a brow at you. You sighed in defeat, he was right.

You weren’t supposed to wander around the grounds at this time, you shouldn’t even be up at this time. You should be in bed. Or at least be in your common room. However, this was better than lying awake or pacing around in the common room.

“Fine. But how could we possibly get there?”

“We just take the secret passage.”

“There’s a secret passage?”

“Absolutely there is!” He sat up straight. “And I know all seven of them.” He said proudly. “Got them all mapped out up here.” He brought a finger up to point at his head.

You took a minute to think.

“What if we get caught?”

“When have I ever gotten caught?” Fred scoffed, you cheekily smiled at him, knowing you couldn’t even count on your hands the amount of times you’ve seen him and his brother get dragged off by Flich.

“Don't answer that.” He shot up from his spot, standing tall and excited.

“Well, are you going or not? Better make a decision soon.” Fred held out his hand, waiting for you to place yours in his as he looked around, making sure there was no sight of Flich roaming near.

“Fine, I guess I’ll come along.” Your voice trailed off as you slowly got off the ledge.

“Hurry up then!” He laughed, “We can’t get caught!” Fred shouted, yet his voice was still at the level of a whisper.

He tried to sound stern, but the excitement in his voice overtook everything else.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You chuckled and shook your head, happily grabbing onto his hand, letting him drag you along as you both sped towards the one-eyed witch statue. You shushed each other, trying to keep your feet and giggles quiet. You were right. This was much better than lying awake.

tell me what you thought!

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sparrowrye · 2 months

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 5

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 5: protect and defend

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"Alastor, sweetheart, you did the exact opposite of what I told you to do." Rosie planted her hands on her hips. Alastor was staring out the window with his hands clasped behind his back.

"She stepped out of line. I've been overlooking her abrasive behavior for too long."

"That's the whole point of a soulmate. Respect has to go both ways. You can't just tell her you're in charge. Where's the respect for her?"

"Providing everything she needs. Giving her the most freedom I could possibly allow."

"Ya know, for such a gentleman, you're really bad at this."

"I didn't pick her," each word was sticky like glue, "I got stuck with her." He stared at his own reflection, no longer interested in the busy streets of Hell.

"You're digging your own grave, my friend." Her tone dropped to a more somber one. "As your soulmate, she's the only one who can speak to you differently than others. And if you respect and care for her, she'll probably pay it back ten fold."

He looked down at the window ledge. His teeth were hidden behind his lips this time and his eyebrows were furrowed. He let out a short sigh through his nose.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Alastor?" She stood from her chair and slowly went over to him, stopping an arms length away and watching his reflection in the window.

For awhile he was silent. Rosie wondered if he was looking for the words or deciding not to answer. Though she kept quiet and waited for him to decide.

"I suppose..." His voice was low and the radio filter gone. "I don't feel ready."

"Ready for what?" she asked softly.

"For...I don't want her in my mind."

"That's what your soulmate is for. The one and only person to ever be allowed there."

"I don't know if she would even be able to handle it all." He turned to look at Rosie.

"This is a process my friend," she laid a light touch on his arm, "and it'll take some time. Don't rush this."

"I do not want to care about her." He sounded like a petty toddler.

"I think it's about time you find someone to care for. And hey," she leaned her head down so he'd make eye contact, "we've already seen how quick she learns. You two can handle it. Together."

"I don't know if I'm ready," he said again.

"You may never feel ready, sweetheart. And that's okay."

****

I sat on the roof of a building with Reagan beside me. Althea had told me that she was having a lot of mental trouble, and Vivian had noticed the teenagers outcasting her and her friend. So I brought Regan with me to the next execution rescue. We came early enough so that the two of us could chat and she could focus on something other than the haven.

The sun was setting and the main street was gradually growing less crowded. I was using an illusion to keep us hidden from any onlookers, keeping us warm from the late fall wind, and staying in my Human form. It was the most magic I had used simultaneously. She and I had been talking for an hour already.

"I feel so useless." She leaned her head on my shoulder. I tried to stay as still as possible. "At least in the rings I was good at something."

"You're fourteen," I replied, "And it hasn't even been a year since you were free. You don't have to be good at anything right now."

"But the others at least have magic or a Demon form. I'm just a useless...magicless...human."

I put an arm around her shoulders and she leaned further against me. I felt warmth spread through my chest at how comfortable she felt with me. "I think you ought to talk to Ms. Vivian more. She doesn't usually show her Demon form and I know for a fact she hardly uses magic. You don't need any of that stuff to be useful or have worth."

She wrapped her arm around my torso to squeeze me in a hug. She leaned her head further into my chest and I felt like she was trying to merge with me. I tightened my grip in response and gently rubbed my hand over her arm. I could remember my mother doing this from visiting my memories.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said. A heavy aura fell over us and I could guess she was close to or already crying. Did she actually care about me like that? Was I having a good influence on her?

My thoughts were interrupted by a quiet conversation. I strained to hear the snippets that sounded geared towards me and Reagan.

"She's on a different continent...do deals this far...come here to see for yourself...teleport her? She's not alone..."

Reagan felt me tense. She sat up and asked me what was wrong. I motioned for her to be quiet as my magic sense stretched out further. I was bracing for something to happen soon. This person was trying to get to me. From where, though? I couldn't pinpoint them.

The roof gave way. Reagan and I fell backwards and landed hard on our backs. We both rolled on your stomachs and jumped up. My Demon side came through as a man stood in front of us with a phone to his ear.

"Yeah, see you soon." He ended the call and slid his phone in his back pocket. "It's nice to finally meet the famous Snake Demon. Though you look more like a dragon if I say so myself."

"What do you want?" I demanded. I side stepped so Reagan was against my hip. I had my wings extended behind me and my claws in front of both of us. My lips were pulled back in a snarl.

"Oh I want nothing to do with you. It's someone else that wants you. I'm just the deliverer." He was wearing black dress pants and a blue vest. His brown hair was slicked back and a wide, charming smile glinted in the red light.

We were in Hell. I didn't know where exactly but this wasn't a good place to be with Reagan. I could feel magic flowing through my veins much easier here, almost as if there had been a blockage of some kind that I hadn't noticed before.

At the very least I knew we were outside. We were in some kind of courtyard surrounded by vastly tall buildings. There were lines of clothes spiderwebbing overhead.

"Have you really been kidnapping ring fighters?" the man asked. "That's quite an impressive feat."

"What's it to you?" My eyes were looking all over for an escape. There was an easy alley behind him or the spiderweb of clothes above. Though I could run through the buildings to make it confusing for both of us.

"Who is he?" Reagan asked quietly.

The man heard and put a hand proudly on his chest. "Finn Hartley, at your service." He gave a short bow before snapping back up. "So tell me, are you really the Radio Demon's soulmate?"

I was trying to get a read on this man. He was obviously a Demon and has enough power to teleport from the surface to Hell. I needed him to do something other than talk so I could figure out how strong and skilled he was with magic.

"I think we'll be leaving." I stood up and moved Reagan to my other side so I was between them.

"Am I asking too many questions? I'm sorry, I just heard a lot about you. If I had known you'd be in town I would've tried to schedule coffee with you."

"I don't drink that stuff." I took a few steps towards him, eager to push him out of the way and run. His calmness was unnerving. At least Alastor was calm and terrifying. I had something to work with when it came to him, unlike this man.

"But you haven't met my boss. Well, 'a boss'. At least for now until he pays me for bringing you here." He put both hands on his hips and I felt him drawing up energy to use magic.

"Who is it?"

"That would take away the impact of his arrival would it not?"

I couldn't figure out whose smile I preferred. His white, clean, smooth smile or Alastor's yellow, sharp, and jagged one. This man sounded like he used his wits but I wondered how skilled he was with magic.

"I don't intend to meet him."

"You already have," a voice came from above.

I covered Reagan with a wing as my head snapped up. The figure jumped down from a pipe by a window and landed between me and the man. I instantly recognized the tail, clothes, and hat of Striker.

My hands were immediately sweating and my legs felt cold. I backed Reagan and I into the wall. He casted a glance over his shoulder before handing Finn a clasp of metal credits.

"Good doing business with you sir." Finn tipped his head.

"Give Blackwater my regards," Striker said. Finn promptly teleported himself away, leaving the three of us alone.

"Run," I whispered to Reagan. "Find the big white palace and run there. Tell him I sent you." I casted a tall wall of fire between us and Striker before shoving her into the closest doorway. I closed it behind her and turned to face my old master.

He came lunging through the fire, the flames avoiding him at all costs. I ducked so his claws sent sparks along the wall. I went on all fours and ran down the alley. My eyes widened as I saw him slipping into the doorway after Reagan.

I flew across the clearing and up the stairs inside. I casted wind like crazy so his body was thrown off balance left and right. I landed on his tail and he whirled with sharp claws extended. He caught my face and the force slammed my shoulder against the wall. I casted fire towards him as I was momentarily blinded.

The pain was pulsing through my face and into my neck. I pressed on the wound to lighten it and fight back. But Striker was running up the stairs again. I morphed into my Dragon form and took the stairs in two strides.

I slammed a claw down on his back. He stabbed my palm with something sharp and lunged at my face again. I went back to my Demon form and watched him fly over me and all the way back down the stairs.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Reagan nowhere in sight. I hoped the palace wasn't far and she could get there alright. Would Demons try to mess with her? She obviously looked human but not all Demons stayed in their true forms here.

Please just run.

Striker casted wind from behind and sent me sliding down the stairs. I stopped halfway and brought two stairs up to the ceiling. I ran back up and whisked around the corner. The ceiling cracked open and debris fell on top of me.

Concrete took my shoulder to the floor. I used wind to shove it all off me, a white lasso falling over my face and snapping tight around my neck. I was bent over backwards as he pulled it hard. He kicked open the nearest door and dragged me through. I grabbed the white rope to resist from my knees.

He opened the window and jumped through. My stomach dropped as the rope stayed tight. I went with the pull and jumped through the window before his force took my head clean off my shoulder. I hit one of the wires and it threw off my landing. I felt a horrendous snap in my knee as I landed awkwardly, screaming from the pain and digging my claws into the pavement.

I put a hand near my knee, too afraid to feel what had happened to it. Striker stalked over and shoved my shoulder with his boot so I was flat on my back. He let out a deep chuckle. "I told you, you may be a champion fighter but you'll never best me."

Tears clouded my eyes as I continued to cry into the concrete. My face and knee were in so much pain. I could dull it but there was only so much I could do with this much pain.

He knelt down and pulled the lasso up so my head came an inch off the ground. "And your dark prince ain't here to save ya either."

I threw my claw up and caught his chin. He reared back up and I used all my strength to dig my claws into his knee. He grabbed my wrist but I casted a huge gust of wind to send him flying back. He hit the wall and I brought the hard stone of the floor up so it covered him like armor.

Rolling over, I casted a huge gust of fog over the courtyard. I used magic to pull myself to the side and into another doorway. I dragged myself up the stairs, still keeping the fog heavy around Striker. I crawled through the hallways as I listened to him scream and curse my name. I got rid of the fog and put an illusion over myself to stay camouflaged against the walls. He ran right past me.

My entire bad leg was tingling and all other limbs were burning from overexertion. I made my way down the stairs and back to the courtyard. Tears were steaming down my face as I half hobbled half crawled down the alley. I heard Striker yell that he was going to find Reagan.

Help. Need help.

I pushed myself to my two feet once I was at the street. I was barely able to take a step before I collapsed on the sidewalk.

"Are you okay?" someone asked. My illusion was gone. "What happened?" They had long black hair surrounding an owl-like face and dressed in basic brown and dark green colors. "Do you need help?"

I didn't want to risk it but Reagan was in trouble. I got up on my elbows and good knee. "Cannibal town. Where?"

"Right down the street. What's wrong with your leg?"

"Help me there." I extended an arm and they immediately took it. They pulled me to my feet and let me lean half my weight on their narrow figure. I hobbled down the street with them until we reached the entrance to Rosie's territory.

"Rosie's Emporium," I said next. They asked the closest cannibal and they directed them the right way. I was dragged all the way until we got to the front door of her store. The door flew open in a frenzy and she helped me through the door. I instantly felt safe as she and her cannibals carried me to the back room.

I gripped the chair arms as pain bolted through my spine. Rosie tried to talk to me but I couldn't think clearly. "Reagan...Human girl...Lucifer's palace. Please."

Rosie sent out a few people in search of her. She came back to me and examined the injury. I continued to cry and yelp at the pain that even the slightest of movement caused.

She put a hand on my forehead, the pain gradually melting away until it became much more bearable. I let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair. She didn't take her hand from my sweaty face.

"You'll need an actual healer, but I can make it easier for you," she explained. I was finally going to be grateful for our tough Healer, Althea. I hoped the cannibals could find Reagan. I was worried another Demon might've gotten to her first.

I waited impatiently for what felt like an hour. I would never forgive myself if her cannibals came back empty handed. I couldn't lose her because I couldn't handle one Demon. I had fought my entire life, so why could I never beat Striker?

My heart dropped in my stomach when her men and women came back with no Reagan. I covered my face with both hands as I let out a cry. She was gone all because of me. She had just told me how grateful she was for me and within the hour I had sent her to her death.

Rosie was instantly at my side. She put a hand on my back and tried to keep my claws from piercing my own head. She tried to reason that she had made it to Lucifer's palace but I didn't believe in good consequences.

"Rosie do you know where-" Alastor took three steps into the room before realizing I was there. "Never mind. What happened?"

"Reagan's gone," I cried. "She's dead because of me."

He cocked his head to the side. "She's back at the Haven."

"What?" My head snapped up.

He moved to stand in front of me, hands resting on his cane. "Lucifer brought her back. He said you had told her to run to him."

"So she's safe?" I clarified, earning a simple nod from him. I leaned back in the chair covering my face again. Now the tears were relief.

"Care to tell me happened?" he asked.

"Her knee is broken. She needs a Healer first," Rosie said.

"Good thing we have one," he reassured her. He moved to me and snaked an arm behind my back. I wanted to protest but I knew I couldn't walk. I was still angry about our last conversation.

I put an arm over his shoulder as he hoisted me out of the chair. I yelped and held on tighter as the pain made its way to my brain. He had his arm under my legs but used his hand to keep my bad leg from bending too much.

"Thank you Rosie." He nodded to the Overlord. She held the door for us and he teleported through the scorched symbol on the ground. He carried me past the house and into the Haven. I hoped he wasn't going to get mad when he found I had gotten blood on his clothes. My face was still bleeding and I had been leaning it on his shoulder.

Althea worked quick as soon as she saw me. Alastor carefully laid me on the 'medical' bed she always had in the common space. My back arched from the pain and I punctured holes in the sheets from gripping them with my claws.

"The hell did you do to your knee?" Althea asked, not looking for a response.

Alastor put a hand on my forehead to help ease the pain. Althea cut the fabric of my pants so she could work. Even with his magic, the pain of healing still made my body contort. She was moving my bones around before actually beginning the healing process. That part hurt worse than moving my bones.

Alastor's hand never left my forehead as he quieted my yells with magic. I was in and out of consciousness, each awakening hoping that was the last time. How was healing taking so long? I felt naesous and tried to roll over to get sick. Althea was quick and pulled a bucket over just in time.

I fell unconscious again after that. This time, when I came to, she was walking away from my normally colored knee. I let out a sigh of relief. It was quickly taken away from me as she went to my face.

Alastor removed his hand and it felt like he was taking part of my soul with him. A shiver ran through my body and I suddenly felt very cold.

She took a damp rag and soaked up the blood on my face. It had dropped down my cheeks, past my chin, down my neck, and soaked the top of my shirt. She wiped my face and neck clean before healing another broken bone. This one wasn't as bad but it still made me wince and cry from the sharp pain. Why was healing so painful?

When she finished, she took a step back and sighed. She announced me healed and wanted to keep me in the bed with a new pair of clothes overnight. I desperately wanted new clothes and a thick sheet to stop me from shivering so much.

"What happened?" Alastor asked, coming back into view.

"Striker found me," I said through a gasp. I was trying to catch my breath. "Someone else did. They...he paid them."

"He's becoming a nuisance."

I wasn't sure how to take that comment. I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Althea opened the door to let Reagan come sprinting in. She wrapped her arms around me and leaned her weight on my chest. I returned the hug as tears fell down my cheeks.

"You're okay." I put a hand on the back of her head. She was real and in front of me. She was safe.

"I'm so sorry!"

"No. You did exactly what I needed you to do. I'm so glad you're safe." My other hand was rubbing her back. Alastor's presence around my shields turned noticeably warm, replacing the usual cold chill I felt from him. He turned on his heels and walked to the door.

"Alastor," I called. It still felt strange to use his name. He stopped and turned his head to acknowledge me. "I need...I want to learn how to fight with magic. No more discovering other things, I just...I need to be better at it."

I needed to learn how to use magic offensively. I barely managed to get away from Striker. This made it three times I had escaped him. His next move might be more dangerous and deadly. I needed to be able to protect my people from more than a single threat.

"I can work with that." He disappeared into his shadows.

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Author's Note:

Gosh I missed writing these interactions with Alastor. More are coming, I promise!

Welcome OC Finn! There’s a couple mentions of some other OCs but we’ll get to them soon :)

#alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #hazbin husk #reqs open #hazbin hotel husk #demi demon

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lavieverdezoro · 7 months

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Medical Lessons

Law x fem! Reader, smut: virgin reader, blowjob/handjob, facefuck, dirty talk, slight perverted law

A sigh left your lips as you lay down on your bed with a blank mind. It had been a boring day with nothing to do.

It felt hopeless being stuck in a trance of boredom at this time. Law was your dormmate whom you share dorms with for a few years, is attending classes. However, you realize that you still have a few hours left before he comes back to the dorm. With boredom nearly controlling you, you rolled off your bed and went over to law's room.

Peeking in law's room, you spotted nothing but a tidy area with lots of books on his desk. Nothing interesting.

A huff left you before you invited yourself in to see what kind of books he has. Of course, as you expected, it was educational books and medical books. Something then caught your eye- a Sora, worrior of the sea book. Just near out of curiosity, you picked one up and began to skim through the pages. Deciding to read it for awhile, you settled yourself down on his bed until you felt somsthing hard on your rear end.

Stopping momentarily, you moved to see what you accidentally sat on. It was another book that held a blank cover. Curious, you picked it up and analyzed it. At the first page, you saw Law's neat handwriting which wrote "Trafalgar Law's Journal".

Ah, so it was his journal.

You were not one to read and invade his privacy but this piqued your interest and curiosity. You only took a quick skim through the pages until you caught your name in a page.

Just then you realized, Law mentioned your name alot in his journal. It was merely documents of the times you two spend time together outside the campus. It was a sweet gesture, although a bit unexpected from him.

A smile creeped up to your face as you read one about that time where he took care of you while you were sick. You knew he was happy to take care of you in your vulnerable moment even if he tried it hide it from you.

It was painfully obvious if you had to be honest.

A small laugh soon left your throat at the memory.

You continue to read Law's cute and silly documents of you with a small, content smile. This was such a cute gesture from him. He's usually closed off, quiet and stoic so seeing his notes were cute.

Flipping through a few pages, you continued to read. You were surprised on how much he wrote about you, it flattered you a bit. However as you flipped through more and more pages, you began to see that it was beginning to get odd. His documents were slowly turning to something heated.

You and Law are close friends and he kept his boundaries but you don't remember the time where Law explored your body and curves.

Being unaware of it, you were reading through Law's fantasies of you.

You weren't an idiot (maybe a little bit). You knew how sex worked and what was the purpose of it You just didn't know the kinky side to it, you we're innocent in some degree.

'It was another stressful day, the only good thing i had today was not have to eat bread... and of course, spend time with y/n-ya. Even if it's just seeing her in the morning or in the hallways. It really makes my day whenever i see her. Although, everytime i think of her, i get so turned on. I kinda feel a bit disgusted yet surprised with myself;She's that tempting and alluring... Her idiotic smile, the way she talks and the way her lips move to rant about drama to me that she heard of.

"Oh, i'd do anything just to have her suck my cock in a blowjob. Those lips are just so tempting, it looks so perfect, so kissable... so fuckable."

Your head then tilted sideways when you see a new yet familiar word, "blowjob"

"Is this a move in surgeries or something? " You'd speak out loud to yourself as your eyes continue to scan through the pages of his sexual fantasies of you.

Stop making it sound like a blowjob is a finishing battle move, Y/n.

Law was a bit pervert, it was a bit surprising when other people hear this fact. It was obvious he doesn't show it as he's mostly seen occupied with school work and studies, who would've thoughtthe doctor would have such lewd thoughts and fantasies? Especially most of them were of you.One of the many was you giving him a blowjob which you thought was a move in surgery.

Other than that, Law is a pervert. Only for you. It's confirmed.

#one piece smut #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece #lavieverdezoro

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rashomonss · 11 months

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part XII

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a/n: omg I’m so sorry for literally falling off the face of the earth for awhile so much has happened this past couple of weeks I was literally going insane. first off my friend got into a car crash around the third week of may, so I was at the hospital with her for a few days until her family was able to get into town. then I finished up finals that next week so thankfully now i’m done with school! THEN i had to fly all the way down to my hometown because my little brother was graduating middle school, but I’m finally back and fine so hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter!

warnings: angst

it’s okay to change

the perspective of a conflicted human

After everything happened you resigned to your room for the night desperate for sleep. You decided to then take a quick bath washing all of the blood off, then sighed as you laid in bed with hopes to sleep. However as time passed, you sadly couldn’t find your bed comfortable at all. Sighing again you sat up and leaned against the back part of the wall, looking up at the tree above you.

This room felt much homier than yours. It was well lived in and loved. Things you were gifted were displayed everywhere and things you were proud of sat on your shelfs. Many things that belonged to the brothers also resided in this room, such as games, manga, and regular novels, snacks, music, and self care products.

A part of you felt a bit jealous at that fact. Your room was dull and wasn’t as homey as this one. You then looked around and realized that you hadn’t messed with much in this room except for destroying the pictures on the bulletin board, which you now felt a bit bad about.

As you continued to sit in the quiet of your room, you couldn't help but feel the weight of everything that had happened.

Due to everything that took place in the planetarium at the time you never got to register what was actually said. Belphegor's apology had shaken you to your core, so much so that now you found yourself struggling to come to terms with it.

You wanted to forgive him, you really did, but you didn’t know if your mind would even allow you too. You had spent so long consumed by your hatred for the demon brothers, especially the youngest, that you didn't know how to let it go. Since you had been so focused on getting revenge and making their lives horrible, you had forgotten what it meant to live normally with them again.

As you sat there, staring blankly at the wall, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. When was the last time you had felt that emotion..? You ignored that feeling and rolled over deciding to try to get a small amount of sleep.

Days since that night passed and you found yourself becoming more distant with the brothers than ever. Since you kept your distance when it came to the brothers for so long you didn't know how to reconnect with them, much less how to go about doing that. Sure you still remembered everything you once learned about them. But how would that benefit you now?

You knew that you needed to talk to the brothers and tell them that you were having a hard time trying to forgive them, but the thought of facing them was almost too much to bear. On top of struggling to figure out your emotions, you also had trouble coping with the fact that you tried killing Belphegor. How could you look them in the eye after everything that had happened?

After all, you're no better than him now.

They all made it hard for you to avoid them, since you would see them in the halls, or catch a glimpse of them in the other rooms of the House of Lamentation and each time this happened they would wave at you and you would feel a twinge of pain in your chest.

Sure you would engage in small talk with them when they would come up to you but it was always awkward. You didn’t know what to talk about, much less how to talk to them.

Eventually though after speaking to the angels about your predicament, you had come to terms with the fact that you had to face your fears one way or another.

So that’s just what you were currently doing. Making your way to the living room you hoped to catch a few of them sitting there. It didn’t matter if all of them were there or not, you just needed to speak to at least three.

Through the process of walking through the halls you suddenly found your heart pounding in your chest.

Why were you so nervous…?

As you entered the next hallway you continued to think about the pictures of all of you that were hung in this house. They were such happy pictures, you looked so happy in them.

It was upsetting.

You began to think of old memories. Memories of the times you had spent with the brothers, before everything had gone wrong. Memories of the laughter and the joy you had all shared. They now overwhelmed you since you finally began to let yourself fully remember everything instead of trying to forget it.

But just as fast as those happy memories came they were quickly replaced with the pain and anger that had consumed you for so long.

You really didn’t know how to let go of that did you?

Sighing, you stepped into the living room and noticed all the brothers sitting around each of the couches, much to your surprise. As you looked at them, all you could see sadly were the demons you once hated, but that was going to change…hopefully. You thought.

They all acknowledged your presence and looked at you smiling waiting for you to speak. However you said nothing, and just continued to stare at them with a perplexed face.

The silence that filled the room in response was dreadful, as each of them sat there waiting for you, the brothers began to look among themselves trying to figure out if you were still upset with them.

You knew that you needed to say something to break the silence, but the words wouldn't come out, no matter how much you wanted them to.

Finally, Belphegor broke the awkward silence. "Mc…is everything okay? We’re here for you if you have something you need to talk about."

“Shut up,” you said loudly. Your tone came off rude even if you didn’t mean to be. His words had made you react that way out of reflex. You wanted to tell him you didn’t mean it, but you didn't know what to say, or how to respond to him. But you knew you needed to tell them what you realized.

The room fell silent again, too silent for your liking, due to this you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to find the right words.Finally, after what seemed as if forever you spoke.

"I don't know how to forgive you all honestly. I…really want to, but I don't know how to let go of everything that's happened."

“I’ve felt nothing but this feeling for so long that I don’t know what to do now that it’s supposed to be gone. How do I let go of it?”

After you finished they each looked at you blankly, waiting for someone to respond. Lucifer was thankfully the one to break the silence, he gave you a sympathetic smile then spoke

"We understand Mc, forgiving can be a difficult process, especially when you have been holding onto those feelings for such a long time.However It's important to remember that this is a process, and it may take time to fully let go of those emotions, it’s okay if you still feel that way. You have to remember that emotions take time to change."

“Yeah but we’ll always be here for you Mc!” Asmo yelled.

“Well duh! We’ll help ya no matter what” Mammon smiled.

“We’ll always be here to support you Mc.” Beel then said.

Your eyes became watery at their responses. Was this all it took for them to understand? Just simple communication, was that really all? You thought, completely baffled. You weren't sure if you could ever truly forgive them, but for now, with all their help, you were willing to try.

For now, you were willing to live in the same house as the demon brothers, and try to find some semblance of normalcy again.

After you decided to join them in the living room that night, and surprisingly it wasn’t that awful.

You all had watched a horror movie and throughout it the brothers noticed you allowed yourself to be closer to them.

None of them touched you out of respect, but they all desperately wanted to cuddle and lean on you like they used to with their Mc.

They knew you needed time before they could, but they became impatient the longer it took. After all they’re not that fond of wanting long.

It’s a demon's natural instinct to go after what they want when they want it.

So that’s just what they were going to do.

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the perspective of the original

When you woke up, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, with no windows and only a single door. Siting up your body rested on a plush bed decorated with the softest and finest sheets you’ve felt in awhile.

The room was also decorated in the same fashion, right away you could tell that you were still in the Demon Lord's castle. Had Diavolo actually knocked you out…?

He’s never been rough with you before, so this was an entirely new feeling.

You grabbed your head since it began to throb. It took you awhile but you began to remember just what happened before waking up in this room. And it caused you to panic, soon wondering what was going to happen to you. Had Diavolo and Barbatos really kidnapped you?

Was kidnap even the right term? You thought. It didn’t matter, what really mattered was the fact that this Diavolo knew you were from a different timeline but wasn’t willing to let you go home. You tried to calm yourself down, but it was difficult when you didn't know what was going on.

After what felt like hours of contemplating what to do, the door finally opened and Barbatos stepped inside. Upon closing the door he greeted you with a smile and walked towards the bed. As he got closer you noticed the small tray of food in his hands, and when he placed it down next to you, it was of all your favorite foods.

"I hope you are feeling better," he said, his voice remaining soothing like always.

"What's going on Barbatos?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He frowned at the loss of the nickname but regained his composure and responded "You are here because Lord Diavolo believes it is in your best interest to stay with us”

“But I need to go back Barbatos…” you said raising your voice.

“I understand you’re upset, but please don’t hold this against him. He only wants what’s best for you and the three realms” he sighed.

"What’s best for me and the three realms? What are you talking about?" you demanded, leaning closer towards him.

Barbatos sighed again. "I cannot say anymore, but I assure you that he had a good reason for doing this. You are safe here, and we will take care of you."

You looked at him skeptically, but you couldn't deny that he seemed sincere, but there was a possibility he could be acting. The Barbatos here was much more secretive than yours.

"But I want to go home Barbs…" you pleaded.

"Please, just let me go home." Maybe tears could work on him? You began to think, after all, it was a possibility.

It was silent for a few moments then Barbatos spoke. “You’ll never guess who came by earlier, they all looked decently injured too. It’s impressive that a human such as yourself do that to them” he laughed.

He ignored your question. You thought. After a second, you did respond to him. “How are they?”

You honestly couldn't recall what happened after you got upset at them. It was like you had backed out and then found yourself fighting with Diavolo and Barbatos later.

“Worried about them are we? That’s no surprise” he smiled.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a kind person Mc, even after everything you put them through a few hours ago you still ended up caring about them… just like our Mc would do.” He smiled.

“What do you mean by "your Mc" would do? All of you always talk about how I’m different but what exactly made them act out in that way?” You questioned.

Barbatos sighed and looked to the side, he gave himself a moment then sat down at the edge of the bed. "It was the incident, as they liked to call it."

"As in...when Belphie killed me?" you asked.

"Yes. After that Mc became quiet and reserved, but also full of anger. If I'm being truthful I didn't know a human could harbor so much hatred for other beings." Barbatos laughed.

You narrowed your eyes and looked at him waiting for him to continue.

"It was like that for a while. They began to disregard all demons and would make it a point to avoid us if they could. However no matter how upset they were they never completely left the brothers."

"While it's true that our Mc went out of their way to get the seven of them away from themself, it's also true that Mc still cared for them behind their backs."

"As in?" You questioned further.

"Well it was a while back actually but the event took place in the courtyard after classes were finished. I happened to be walking by when a group of lower-level lust demons began badmouthing the brothers. While I was wondering if I should take care of it, Mc ran past me and began to yell at those demons." Barbatos said letting out a chuckle, as he played the memory over in his head.

"So they still care about them? Do the brothers know this?" you asked, leaning closer to Barbatos.

"On the contrary, they don't. Mc came up to me right after and threatened me not to tell them. But after that incident, I did realize they truly still care about each of them. Which is why you're here."

"What does this have to do with me..?"

"Well, the whole reason for keeping you here is because you act just like our Mc used to. Why go through the trouble of trying to bring them back when you're here" He smiled.

Your face dropped and you looked at him with horror. "So you're all just using me as a replacement?"

"When you word it like that it sounds awful" Barbatos frowned.

"Well, that's what you're making it sound like" you yelled.

"Now, Now Mc no need to yell. I assure you everything is going to be okay." Barbatos cooed, as he reached out to touch you.

"Get off of me" you yelled, slapping his hand away.

Barbatos sighed and stood up walking towards the door. "I can see you need some time to rest. I'll come back later."

As he began to open the door you bolted towards it and pushed him into it, knocking both of yourselves and the door over.

A loud thud was followed as you and Barbatos collided with the ground. Since you used him to brace your fall you were able to get up just as quickly and run off.

Your name was yelled through the castle halls, but all you could do was run, afraid of what would happen if you looked back.

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▀▄▀▄▀▄The Weight of Stones▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

I am so sorry this was requested back in October and I'm just now uploading it- but please enjoy! Just a heads up- as I'm invisioning this, they are closer to step 3 then the step 2 prolouge, so this kinda like an inbetween chapter I guess.

(Heads up- as I'm writing this, I've noticed that this is gonna hit really close to home for some since it gets pretty heavy into the angst part of hurt-comfort. Please be careful while reading.)

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

It was painfully obvious for those who paid attention, and even for those who barely kept tabs on it- Qiu Lin and Tamarack Baumann...they don't get along. Everyone in the small town of Golden Grove knew it, including the one who stood between the two- MC Second. Those closest to MC, mainly their mother, could see the way they constantly tried to hold the cul-de-sac trio together, grasping at straws to keep what little of their childhood friendship remained.

However- their effort has been proven futile time and time again. And we all know the saying: 'the straw that breaks the camel's back'. Eventually, they to would break down- no matter how strong or tight they held onto their apathetic mask.

(𝙼𝙲'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

It felt like I was drowning, no longer in control of my own body as I was forced to watch my two friends stare daggers at each other. The world around me was muffled, they were saying things at each other and yet I couldn't understand the words they were saying- I only knew that it wasn't good, they were fighting. Over what? I hadn't the slightest clue, it's just been this way- for awhile now.

I'm so tired.

My body was strained, being pulled towards two opposing sides- yet wanting nothing but the past laughter and fun we had as children. Exhaustion swallows me whole as I slowly, quietly, and completely unnoticed as I walk away from the two. I just wanted to go home at this point- and yet? The house that was once filled with joy and laughter, echoing down the hall as we told each other stories and kept each other up way past our bedtimes, no longer felt the same. It was cold, quiet, and yet somehow welcoming- the silence was always better than the muffled screaming of others.

This was the first time they'd let themselves genuinely argue in front of me, normally they kept their time with me as a neutral space- a cease from the firing of guns. Sure their slight jabs at each other never faded, but even so- that could be considered playful banter. Or at least that's what my mind told itself- what I told myself, just so I could attempt to rest easy at night.

Maybe this was my fault, they only started fighting because I kept pushing them to be around each other. Had I just...let them drift apart this wouldn't have happened, they would've lived on without needing to communicate with each other- but no. I had to be selfish. I just had to make things worse didn't I?

I entered my house, removing any extra layers I had put on today- carelessly putting them on the couch and floors along with my bag before heading upstairs. The weight of anything unessential felt burdensome, I didn't even lock the front door behind me- I couldn't find the motivation too. Once in my room I threw my shoes into a corner, flopping face first into my bed- grasping a pillow close to my chest as it became hard to breath.

I wanted to scream, but I once again- couldn't find the motivation, as tears streamed down my face.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

Shortly after MC had walked away, Tamarack and Qiu realized the absence of their mutual friend. Worry struck them both, despite Qiu not outwardly showing it like Tamarack so willingly did. "Where did MC go?" she asked- mainly to herself as she looked around, hoping to spot the bridge that kept the trio together. Autumn shrugged, looking around lazily- they didn't show it willingly but worry was burried deep in their heart. "Maybe they finally got sick of you, I dunno know." they proded, almost eliciting a snap response from Tamarack.

She may not be willing to stand up for herself normally, but she definetely wouldn't let Qiu- of all people, make her doubt the closeness between her and MC. After all- they were bestfriends, right? Since the second day they've known each other and they both confirmed it. That hadn't changed...right? She shook her head quickly, glaring at the taller of the two. "Or they got sick of you finally. I can't understand how they stick around you after all this time!" she responds before pinching the bridge of her nose with a groan.

"Y'know what? I'm going to find MC and apologize for letting your stupid remarks get to me in front of them, if you're tagging along then I highly suggest keeping up." she says before walking away, towards MC's house- hoping that'd be where she'd find her friend. Autumn rolled their eyes and followed after her, not caring all too much about apologizing but worried for their friend- one of the few people who they kept around in this difficult time for themself.

By the time the duo had gotten to MC's house, the sun had set- the sky being dark and the threat of rain became extremely apparent as heavy storm clouds rolled in over the town. The feeling of electricity in the air mixed with their worry made them both far more anxious to know if MC really was within the walls before them. Tamarack knocked, receiving no answer and only boosting Qiu's nerves. Neither of them liked how it felt detrimental to get into the building quickly, almost like a rush of adrenaline shooting through them both simultaneously. Autumn nudged past Tamarack, their expression shifting from their relaxed front to anxiety in an instant- they reached for the handle and tried to open it.

Seeing the door creak open, revealing a dark and quiet house was terrifying. Leaving too much room for their imaginations to wander, especially with the door unlocked- had something happened? Tamarack flicked on the light, quickly spotting the mess of clothes and a bag that remained untouched in the living room. A slight relief ran through her as she was now certain that her assumption of MC going home had been correct, but when the soft sound of dry sobbing came from upstairs the two made eye contact with one another. Worry etched across both of their faces, a mutual agreement to not jab at each other for the time being was made without words.

Slowly the two went up the stairs, locating the source of the crying. Hearing mumbles of things such as:

"It's my fault..."

"I'm so selfish..."

"I just wanted to be happy..."

The voice was hoarse and muffled by a pillow. Looking into the room, Qiu and Tamarack saw something that broke both of their hearts. MC was curled into a ball, laying on their side, clutching a pillow like a life line, shivering, and crying. Most beyond their small trio would've never seen something like this, they were always so optimistic about things and their mask was as hard as stone. Rarely had the cracks gotten bad enough for the mask to completely shatter and allowed them to break down like this, they were the strong one- no matter their muscle mass.

Hearing them degrading themself, blaming themself for the two not getting along- even going as far to see themself as selfish for wishing for the past... It triggered something in Autumn, the person they relied so heavily on day after day had been hurting and they too had been far too blind to see it- it made them feel incredibly guilty, they had been the selfish ones. Not MC. Tears pricked the corners of their eyes as they slowly entered the room as quietly as possible- yearning to comfort them as much as possible.

Tamarack's reaction had been similar- she didn't want to believe that she had been so neglectful of her best friend's needs, but the proof was right in front of her. It clicked in the back of both of their minds in an instant- they both had been bad friends. Without realizing it they turned their rivalry of sorts into a larger priority than their friendship with MC. Now knowing just how much they'd affected their friend's mental health, they wanted nothing but to take it all back.

Once she broke from her shock- Tamarack moved quickly, faster than she had intended, getting onto MC's bed and pulling them in her chest- holding them tightly as her own tears spilled from her eyes. Stunned, MC froze- looking to see Qiu approaching slowly and hearing the choked sobs coming from Tamarack. Once Autumn had finally gotten to the bed, they sat down on the edge and grabbed MC's hand gently- massaging their knuckles lightly, something MC had done for them in the past to calm their nerves.

It felt like an enternity went by at the trio cried together- one crying silently, the other with their voice already hoarse from previous events, and the other much more vocal about their sarrow. Once it had calmed down, tears now dry and everything was out- Qiu was the first to speak, voice soft and slightly shaking from all the emotions.

"MC...We are so...so sorry for ignoring your needs, we prioritized our stupid rivalry over our friendship with you- I see now that we have been really bad friends to you. You shouldn't have to chose between us. You aren't selfish for wanting things to be as they were before. I am so sorry for not seeing the warning signs that you needed help too..." they explained, clutching MC's hand tightly- their partially gloved hands cold and shaking slightly. The cold inside only amplified but the chill and rain from the out, making MC realize that they hadn't bothered to turn on the heater once they got home.

Tamarack slowly let them go, rubbing under her eyes with her sweater sleeve to try to clear the crust left behind by the tears that were shed. "I- I'm sorry too MC. We're supposed to be your best friends, and not even I noticed what you were going through. I thought...I dunno- I just." she took a moment to restabilize herself before she cried again. "I was a bad friend to you as well MC, and I am so sorry if we accidentally made you feel unimportant or selfish because of our stupid inability to get along. We care a lot for you, but I'm pretty sure we'd both understand if you need space from us both for awhile."

Her approach was professional, but her voice betrayed her harshly as she couldn't withhold the shakyness of it. A habit she had attempted to pick up from MC- using professionalism to hide true emotion in situations, though she was never very good at it. MC however- was somewhat of a master at it, having used it whenever Tamarack's brother had shown up to see her unannounced.

MC hesitated for a moment before pulling the two in for a hug, they had been shaking for a while- though it had calmed down, their nerves still felt a bit fried at the moment. They didn't say much when they spoke, Autumn's arms wrapped around their torso gently and Tamarack's wrapped loosely above their shoulders, but their voice was soft- a calm breeze despite the storm outside.

"Thank you...both of you." that was all they could say in the moment, keeping the two opposite personalities close as their exhaustion reached peak compacity. "We'll...we'll stay here until Ms. Second gets home, go ahead and rest. I promise we won't fight like that anymore." Qiu's voice was soft as Tamarack nodded in agreement, all three were tired now.

However- as the three slept, it marked a new chapter. Sure the two wouldn't always get along, but they swore never to allow themselves to fight like how they had been- especially if it risked their mutual friendships.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,963

#our life now and forever #olnf #qiu lin #writing #reqs open #tamarack baumann #olnf mc #hurt/comfort #ABatsie-Writes

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yumiblogs · 1 year

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How about Felix is a huge Thigh lover and can’t get enough of Fem Readers thighs? Like he loves to mark them, snuggle into them- also he loves to squeeze them while he eats her out ? 👀

Thigh Lover

“Y’all sorry about that, I know I said I was going to rent 2 cars but they didn’t have any available” everyone looked at the big truck that was parked outside of the dorms (the truck has 8 seats; 3 in the back, 3 in the middle, and 2 in the front). Reaching over searching through the black bag that wrapped around Bangchan, he took out the keys and waved them in front of him “it’ll only be a few hours so one’s gonna have to sit on top of someone” everyone looked turned their heads at your direction “oh come on.. fine, just because I wanna continue my series asap” you grabbed your bag as everyone cheered “Let’s go then, there’s only 8 seats so you’ll sit-”

“I know” you smiled at Chan then he nodded as he made his way towards the drivers seat. “Here” Felix handed you a pillow “um.. why?” Reaching over you looked at Felix as you grabbed the pillow from his hand “so you’ll be comfortable, it’ll be like a 4-5 hour long drive, don’t want your legs to hurt, plus you insisted on wearing a dress so I don’t want it to roll up” smiling you leaned towards Felix and gave him a peck in the lips “cute” you said and Felix’s cheeks flushed, you smiled as you searched for your earphones in your backpack.

Changbin walked over and hit Felix on the back of his head mouthing “cute” trying to mimic the way you said it, Felix squinted his eyes glaring at him and Changbin threw his hands up in defense while walking to the middle seats. Everyone chose their own seats, you were glad Felix chose the back window seat which made it easier for you to get in and out considering you were the only one that’ll be sitting uncomfortably throughout the car ride.

Felix patted his lap, you placed the pillow on him as made your way on top of him. “Seated? Alright let’s go!” Bangchan said as he started the truck and drove off towards the cabin.

Almost two hours in you were starting to feel numb on your thighs, not wanting to halt the steady and smooth car ride, you kept quiet. Once in awhile Felix would grab your waist as a turn would approach, not. Wanting you to fall from his lap. You’d smile and hold his hands showing appreciation for his gentle care.

“Okay, well take a 10 minute break, grab some snacks and use the restroom” Chan drove into the gas station, from the back seat you watched as Lee Know pulled out his credit card “dumbass you didn’t even put gas in the car” Chan scratched his head from embarrassment as he took the card from Lee Knows hand and got out of the car.

You chuckled slightly and quickly got out of the car almost tripping as your legs got used to the normal circulation they were used to. “You should’ve said something” Hyunjin said behind you while looking at your legs “i just wanted to get to the cabin on time” you looked down “we’ll rest up cuz we’re burly halfway there” Hyunjin waved as he headed inside the gas station. You decided to take this time and lay on the back seat, just clearing your mind as you waited for the boys to come back. They’ve been working pretty hard all year so the company forced them to take a week off, as you knew them pretty well, Chan was going to still work on some tracks as well as some other members like Lee Know dancing or Seungmin studying. You suggested to go out to the woods, knowing they’ll be no service unless you’re connected to a hotspot which is beneficial since it’ll force them to not use their phones or electronics while being on vacation.

Suddenly you felt a wet and cold sensation on your right thigh forcing you to lift your head that was laying on the pillow Felix gave you “ready?” Felix wrapped both of his arms under your thighs from the sides and pulled you towards him until you were on the edge of the seat, groaning you lifted yourself up and grabbed the cold drink “no” you whined earning a smile from Felix. The members one by one filled the car, you looked down as you still felt Felix’s hands resting on your thighs, slowly moving up and down making a circular motion. You looked up realizing he was between your legs causing you to blush then slowly come to the realization that you were wearing a dress so you quickly closed your legs. Felix looking down as he realized why you closed them “don’t worry, I was covering you” Felix said while taking a step back to let you out of the car, Felix watched as you made your way out of the car so he could sit.

Instead of sitting on him facing forward, you wanted to get into a more comfortable position so you sat on him from the side facing the door, the good thing about this truck was that the seats weren’t directly next to the seats so your legs could dangle on the side of the seat as you faced the cars door. You were right, this is way more comfortable than how you sat before “but the pillow…” Felix said “i’ll use it as a table” you placed the pillow on your thighs as you grabbed the bag of chips and sandwich Felix bought for you at the gas station. Felix placed his right hand around your lower back and rested it on your waist not wanting you to fall incase of a turn as he used his other hand to close the door of the car.

Everyone was sat and ready to go, this time Lee Know took the wheel, Bangchan protesting but still lost the argument since Lee Know locked him out of the car leaving him no other choice than to sit in the passengers seat. Han making fun of Chan as Seungmin called him slow for not noticing Lee Know taking the keys from his back pocket while he was putting gas to the truck.

Pulling out of the gas station and onto the road, Felix still held you by your waist as he placed his other hand over your legs for more support, bot minding since he’s your boyfriend, plus he always like physical affection. Feeding Felix some of his own chips since his hands were occupied, time passed slowly but surely.

“Almost there!” you cheered with the rest of the members, jumping in place. You felt Felix the hand that rested over your legs to squeeze your outer thigh making you turn to look at Felix “stop moving…p-please” not knowing why he said that you just figured his legs were numb or something. “Dude here! Turn right!” Jeongin pointed to the road that was slightly hidden. “Fu- Jeongin tell me in advance!” Lee Know glared at Jeongin through the mirror and as responce Jeongin stuck his tongue out at him.

With the sharp turn Felixs hand slid between your thighs just grabbing your inner leg as he held you close to him. Wrapping your arm around his neck for support as the car went back to its steady pace. After a minute or so you both still didn’t move, feeling Felix’s thumb cress your inner thigh as he squeezed lightly once in awhile. Leaning your head on his neck as you sighed out of tiredness. The truck started to slow down as it entered a rocky area, feeling as Felix squeezed again and again as the rocky road made you bounce, directly under you you could feel him getting a little hard. Being fully aware at the fact that Felix’s weakness was your thighs you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs a they wrapped around his hand that was between them. Looking up at him you could see as his lips parted a little bit while watching the actions you were making.

“Were here!” Lee Know got out of the car the second he turned off the engine, watching as the members got out of the car, you reached over opening the door. Before getting off of his lap you looked directly at Felix as you slid your hand and placed it where his hand was between your thighs and applied pressure as you gave one last squeeze using your thighs making sure his hand would not move while you slightly circled your hips that were obviously on top of his now hard crotch.

Giving him a smirk as you pecked his lips and got off of his lap making your way to the back of the truck to get your bag leaving him sitting there to gather himself. “Dang it.. Jeongin that was the exit not the entrance!” Lee Know slapped himself on the forehead “hey, we got here didn’t we” in Jeongin defense… he’s not wrong, you all made it to the cabin Bangchan booked last minute.

The cabin was beautiful, the view was exactly as the flyer and it even had a complimentary basket filled with firewood and snacks with drinks. “Okay people, we got 1 master bedroom and 3 guests rooms so what we’re going todo is draw-” before Changbin could finish, all you heard were Han, Hyunjin and Seungmin sprint upstairs “damn it- YOU’RE ALL GETTING THE MASTER BEDROOM” Bangchan yelled and all you could hear were groan from the boys upstairs while the rest laughed. “We’ll get a room together” Felix grabbed your hand “obviously” Lee Know wiggled his eyebrows “Oh shut up” you reached over the couch and threw a pillow at his face but he quickly moved out of the way.

Chan quickly wrapped his arms around Jeongin, watching Jeongin struggle you laughed “I choose you pikachu” Chan said as he rocked Jeongin side to side “well ill get my bag, you got yours?” Changbin said to Lee Know as they both walked outside.

Rooms: (Hyunjin, Han and Seungmin) (Bangchan and Jeongin) (Lee Know and Changbin) (Felix and you)

After a long day everyone hung around the cabin, either outside or inside, some hung in the living room or kitchen as others gave up on playing volleyball and switched to soccer even though they only had one ball which obviously made it difficult to play. Soon one by one they’ll head to their room leaving Felix, Changbin and you to clean up their mess. “Good thing Im not the only one that was left behind to clean” Changbin said as he washed the dished. “No problem, plus we can finish faster like this” you said as you patted Changbin on his shoulder.

Felix was drying and putting the dishes away as you picked up the trash on the counters and table. You obviously finished faster than both of them so you grabbed a rug and helped Felix dry the dishes. The three of you standing next to each other (Changbin, Felix then you). Taking advantage the second you saw Changbin concentrated with the dishes you grabbed the pan Felix was drying from his hand making him turn to you in a questioning look. You turned your back at him and bent over all the way opening the bottom cabinet to place the pan inside making sure you brushed against his leg.

The second he placed his hand on your waist you lifted yourself up “I’ll head to bed first, night Changbin” you waved as you made your way to the stairs “night” Changbin said as he finished the last cup.

By the time Felix got to the room you were already in bed under the covers on your phone, changed into one of Felixs shirts not even bothered to wear any shorts or sweats. “Are you serious?” Felix made his way to the closet as be changed into some sweats but stayed shirtless. “What do you mean?” You said as you tried your best to look as innocent as possible. Felix’s head turned at your direction stopping in his tracks “the car ride and in the kitchen… you cant be doing th-” he was caught off guard as you removed the blanket that covered you “so you want me to put on something else?” Sensing Felix’s eyes travel your body as he’s slowly making his way towards you.

Grabbing your knees and spreading your legs as he got between them, leaning over you as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. Smelling his scent fill your senses, you soon felt warm inside… safe under his touch. His hands traveled down your sides to your hips then rested on both sides of your thighs as they wrapped under them. Moving himself away from you as he leaned and placed gentle kisses above your knees making his way to your inner thigh. Softly moaning from the sensation, Felix never looked away from you as he took in the pleasured look on your face.

A smile appearing across Felix’s face, squeezing your thighs leaving love marks with his mouth all over them. “God why- how are you so perfect..” Felix murmured under breaths as he placed kisses over your clothed clit making you bit your lip from the sudden sensation between your legs. Placing his palms on your waist removing your panties, feeling the cold breeze as your bottom half was now exposed.

His middle finger running over your slit as he started to eat you out, using his free arm to get a grip on you by lifting one of your legs up and over his shoulder, getting harder as he felt the heat your thigh brought to him as it pressed on the side of his head.

Gripping the sheets, you couldn’t help yourself but to grab the back of his head and guide him just how you wanted. Licking you up and down not letting you go as you squirmed into place. Sliding in his middle and ring finger in you slowly, throwing your head back as you clenched around him. Fingers going in and out of you, panting in place you arched your back Felix takes the opportunity to let go of your thigh and slide it under your back as he brought you closer to him making his fingers go deeper and deeper.

The loss of contact and pleasure came over you as Felix pulled his fingers out before you could release around them. A whine left your lips, watching as Felix lifted himself up and took off his sweats and boxers letting them fall on the other side of the bed. “You bring any condoms?” You watched as he stroked himself in front of you. “Damn-no..” you let your head fall back “i got an idea though” before you could answer Felix closed your legs as he placed them over his right shoulder, confused by his actions you stared attentively, holding your breath as you felt his tip slide between your thighs right above your clit.

Moving himself forward rubbing over you, you both moaned out of pleasure “fuck your thighs feel so good around me” felix threw his head back as he started to thrust between your thighs. “Language” you reached over and slapped his arm earning a smirk from his. Both of you moaning together, listening to eachother as you both reached your climax. “f-felix im gonna” you could feel your high get closer as Felix’s cock rubbed over your clit faster and faster.

Reaching over you, he grabbed your hand and held it as he nodded towards you signaling you to cum. You released under him making Felix thrust a few more times then pulled himself away from between your thighs making sure to cum over them “I still dont know why you like them so much…” you panted as you traced your finger over the cum from your thighs that Felix released. “They’re just… perfect” hiding the now flushed cheeks he got up and grabbed wipes from his bag, walking towards you and cleaned you up.

Getting into the covers, Felix wrapped his arm around your thighs, laying his head on your stomach as he held you close, playing with his hair you closed your eyes as your mind slowly began to become blank.

“You’re perfect” Felix said placing a kiss over your shirt on your stomach… you smiled softly as you both drifted off to sleep.

#stray kids #straykids #kpop #smut #felix #stray kids smut #felix smut #straykidssmut #thigh riding #thigh fucking #thigh kink #stray kids kink #Felix kink #felixsmut

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saintrocklee · 2 years

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title: Need prompt: I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you pairing: itachi x reader publish date: 09.08.22 non-massacre AU

“Why are you here?”

“To see you.”

dedication: to anon; who asked for this prompt like three decades ago. i love you dearly & i am so sorry. i hope the wait was worth it. warnings: none! just pure fluff & a sprinkle of angst. itachi is, in my bestie @chanfictions words, “an aloof house cat.” we love that for him.

The chill from the early morning’s air has the hair on your arms rising, but you don’t move. You’re waiting for the sun to fully come up, so you can climb back into your apartment window and sleep. Sleeping in the dark was difficult after missions; the weight of the things you’ve done seemed heavier at night.

There’s an irritating itch on your neck and you distantly think it might be some blood you missed, so maybe you’ll shower before you crawl into bed. Your latest mission plays back on a loop and you can barely hold in the cringe that comes with remembering what you did. Typically an assignment like that would require some form of comfort from your team afterwards. A quick lunch. A light training session. But they’re all out of the village and you don’t think you have the required energy to go and find anyone else to lean on.

Someone specific came to mind, but you quickly dismiss the thought. You hadn’t seen your old friend in weeks and you know clan duties on top of whatever the ANBU required of him left him out of the village for days at a time. You were busy as well, and you didn’t seek him out as much as you used to. There was a confusing swell of feelings in your chest regarding the man in question and you weren’t in the mood to try and sort them all out. So you let the divide between you two fester. Grow.

Maybe one day you’d process your feelings. Maybe you’d even speak to him about them. Not today though. Not for awhile.

You’re not sure if you’re being protective of yourself, or a coward. Probably both.

It’s crippling, the loneliness that seems to gut you in this moment. You’re not used to sitting still like this, to being stagnant. Just a rare moment, that you’re separated from your teammates and friends, with nothing pressing to attend to.

And your successful mission, replaying on a loop.

The blood, the pleas. This one will haunt you for awhile. Your brain is starting to buzz, to tune everything out, and you think you’ll get a moment of peace while the sun finishes rising.

You hear him before you sense him.

“I didn’t know you’d be back so early.”

The silk in his voice is deeper than you remembered. As always, it settles right under your lungs, and you can already feel the warmth start to spread through your chest. His arrival was completely silent, and you idly wonder how long he’d been standing behind you.

“Keeping tabs on me?” You ask dully, your eyes not once leaving the view in front of you. The sun was just about to peak above the surface and you didn’t want to miss it. You’d been waiting for awhile for it to come up.

Itachi settles himself down next to you and it takes more control than you thought for you to not immediately turn toward him. You’ve found that your last few encounters have been more heartbreaking for you than you’d anticipated, and the storm of feelings you’ve kept a lid on for years begins to swirl.

“Your mission was successful, I take it?” He evades your question easily, which typically meant that he had information he didn’t want you to know. That he was keeping something from you.

If you were less tired, you’d dig your heels in. Instead, you shrug.

It’s quiet between you two for a moment as the sun continues to rise, until Itachi breaks it with another question.

“What do you need?”

He asks it quietly, seriously, and it blooms butterflies in your chest. It’s a question that defines your friendship, a question that is only asked when the other is in visible need of help. You’ve lost count of how many times Itachi has saved you from yourself by asking. There’s a lump forming in your throat and it hits you, right then, how much you’ve missed him.

You wished it was strictly platonic.

“I can’t stop seeing them.” You whisper back, hating the way your voice cracks. You’re greeted with more silence before Itachi stands. The sun has now broken through the surface so you turn your head to finally look at him. He’s devastatingly beautiful as always, and the early morning hues only add to it. He doesn’t have his Sharigan activated, and his hair is tied back at the base of his neck like always. The soft look he’s giving you leaves you feeling a bit breathless, and you find yourself trying to memorize him in that moment.

He reaches a hand out to you and you take it, sliding your fingers along his palm before he tightens his hold and helps pull you up. You wait for him to drop your hand, but he continues to pull until you’re standing close; too close to be socially appropriate. His eyes flick to your neck, to the dried blood that’s no doubt spattered there, and they trail down slowly. You think he might be looking for more, all while his thumb starts to lightly rub the skin on top of your hand.

“You need a shower, and then we’ll have breakfast.” He states and you frown in response. Itachi, of course, notices immediately and his thumb stops it’s slow caress.

“You don’t need to stay.” Your words are still quiet, like your voice has forgotten how to be strong. Loud. The look you receive is borderline chastising.

“But I will.” He counters, and you feel your lips tug upward without your permission. He drops your hand and takes a step back, to give you room to climb down. You look at him for a moment and nod, feeling very grateful and not as lonely as you did before.

“Thank you.”

A few days go by before he comes to you again. This time you’re inside your apartment, deep cleaning your horribly disgusting kitchen. You hardly used the damn thing, yet dust seemed adamant on collecting there, and your fridge was a disaster. You’re almost done when you hear your window opening and turn with a frown, only to be met with Itachi climbing into your living room. In his ANBU uniform. Covered in what you hope is dirt.

“Itachi?” You call out, moving from the small space of your kitchen. His feet meet your carpet and he stands, only to sway slightly which sets off warning bells in your head. You move to his side immediately and steady him with your arm around his waist. He leans into you, furthering deepening your panic, and you move him to your couch. Itachi sits down harder than normal, almost like he’s collapsing into it, and tilts his head back with a soft groan. There’s blood and dirt caked to him and his uniform like a second skin, and you crouch down in front of him.

“Are you hurt?” You ask hurriedly, looking for any signs of fresh blood to signify that he was actively bleeding. You’re answered with what sounds like a negative grunt and you frown, eyes flicking upward to look at his face. He’s still got his head resting against the back of your couch, eyes closed, leaving his neck completely exposed. It’s a rare sight indeed, to see Itachi Uchiha so open like this, and his voice is slow when he speaks again.

“I overexerted myself.”

Okay. That explained why he practically stumbled into your apartment. It didn’t explain anything else.

“And you’re here and not at the hospital because ... ?”

Itachi finally moves his head up, only to look down at you with a cocked eyebrow. Like it should be obvious. Like you were the one being ridiculous.

You’d strangle him if you thought you could move fast enough. But you’re still concerned, because if Itachi came to you then that meant something was wrong.

“What do you need?” You ask, your tone dipping into something more serious. The cocky brow relaxes itself and Itachi stares at you with a tired, almost numb look. He doesn’t answer, and if you’re being truthful he never really did when you asked. But you know what he needs. He needed to stay, to not be around his clan or doctors or the Hokage or anyone else.

He needed to be left alone.

You nod once you understand.

“Okay. I was just about to heat up some dinner, but if you’re going to be here you need to shower. You smell horrible.”

You stand and can’t help but smile when you’re greeted with an amused snort. Good. Normalcy. You move back to your kitchen, missing the way Itachi’s eyes follow you and the small, tired smile on his own face.

It strikes you as odd, when you run into Itachi yet again only a couple days later. This time you find him, standing on top of your apartment building. You’d sensed him when you were walking home, and if there was one thing you knew about Itachi - he only let someone sense him when he wanted them to.

He’s giving you a choice you realize as you maneuver yourself to the roof. You could have easily gone into your apartment and ignored him, but that was silly.

You’d never do that.

His back is to you when you finally see him and you stop when you’re only a few feet away from him.

“Hey.” You call out, and he turns his head to glance at you. He raises that elegant brow expectantly and you shake your head as you continue to move forward, till you’re standing next to him.

“Hello.” He greets and you shoot him an amused look.

“Care to explain why you’re on my roof, Itachi?”

He glances around, brow furrowing, before turning his full body to face you.

“I didn’t realize you owned this building.”

His retort pulls a chuckle out of you and you watch as his mouth curls into a smirk.

“Funny. You should quit your day job, take your jokes on the road.”

Amusement sparkles in his eyes.

“Would you join me, if I did?”

You’re taken aback by his question and try not to show it on your face.

“Can’t. I’m too busy owning the building.”

Your comeback is lame and a bit breathless. Itachi hums, cocking his head ever so slightly as he considers you. You’re not sure what exactly he’s looking for or even looking at, and decide to try and question him again.

“Seriously though. Why are you here?”

“To see you.”

The bold bluntness of his statement sends you reeling. You blink dumbly and swallow at the way his face changes. Almost as if he’s relaxing. His eyes turn softer as they meet your own and the butterflies you kept carefully hidden were starting to escape and make a mess of your insides.

“We’ve seen each other a lot lately.” You murmur, hoping he answers the unspoken question. Why? Why did he want to see you? Why did he seem to be around more? Did something change?

But Itachi never did anything unless he wanted to, never answered a question he didn’t feel like answering, and his next smile shows teeth.

“Yes.” He agrees easily, much to your disappointment.

Your face falls into a deadpan and you shake your head in amusement as well as frustration.

“Come on in then, you can make yourself some tea. I’ve got laundry to fold, so don’t expect me to be very entertaining.”

Itachi hums and follows you down, that smirk still present on his face.

You’re so tired you think you might collapse before you can open your door. The keys in your hand are fairly uncomplicated but your fingers aren’t cooperating and you watch as they slip out of your hands and fall to the ground. You’d just finished another mission and had to spend what felt like hours at the hospital. One of your teammates was exposed to a toxin and they needed to do blood tests on all of you, as well as scrub you clean, before you could leave. Your hair was still wet and the borrowed clothes you had on were too big, leaving you uncomfortable and cold.

And now your keys were on the floor.

You bend to pick them up when your door creaks open. You freeze and snap your head up, only to be greeted by Itachi standing in your doorway. Inside of your apartment. His hair is pulled back but he’s missing his forehead protector and is dressed in what you can only describe as civilian clothing. Your brain and body feel like they’re lagging as you stand slowly and the noise that comes out of your mouth is confused. Itachi arches a brow and moves to the side, allowing you entry, and you walk in before turning to watch him close and lock your door behind you.

“What are you ...” Your questions trails off into nothing as he carefully takes your keys and pack from you, setting them on your kitchen counter like he did this everyday. You blink, your brain still trying to catch up with everything, and Itachi speaks - his voice like sweet honey in your ears.

“You’re exhausted.”

It’s a question that wasn’t a question. You blink again.

“Long mission.” You reply distractedly as he moves toward you, hands coming to rest on your back and elbow.

“You were due back sooner.”

You frown in response. How did he know that?

“Got held up at the hospital. Why are you here?”

Itachi hums in that annoying way of his as he presses you towards your bedroom, his thumb beginning to slowly stroke the small of your back through your thin, borrowed shirt. He hadn’t bothered to turn any of your lamps on and the setting sun shining through your blinds is the only source of light throughout your small apartment.

“To see you.”

You’d roll your eyes if you were positive they’d stay in your head.

“Did you break in?”

There’s a snort from somewhere behind you.

“You’d need adequate locks to define entering your home as breaking in.”

You snort tiredly and feel your shoulders sag when your bed comes into view. Yes, yes, yes. Perfect.

“Still.” You mutter, kicking off the sandals you loaned from the hospital into the corner. Itachi lets go of your elbow but keeps his hand on your back, thumb still stroking you through your shirt. It felt nice and grounded you enough to press him again for some kind of answer.

“Why are you here to see me?”

His movements stop and you turn your head to look at him. His gaze is focused on your bed, his head turning towards you before his eyes do. The hand on your back moves to the side of your face, and you freeze as he curls a finger through your damp hair. It sends a jolt of electricity through you, offering you clarity where you previously had non.

Itachi was in your apartment. Itachi had been waiting for you. Itachi had, once again, sought you out. You bring your own hand up to rest on his forearm.

“What do you need?”

His shoulders settle at your question, as if he’s been waiting for you to ask. His hand leaves your hair to hang limply at his side, causing your own hand to drop.

“To stay.”

You inhale slowly at his words, their meaning settling heavy on you. Your hand twitches forward, brushing his own, and you find yourself searching his eyes. They’re so dark, bottomless, and tired. You nod slowly, realizing that his request is something you both need.

“Okay.”

Your voice cracks and you swallow, taking a step back toward your bed. He follows, as if on autopilot, and soon you’re both under the comforter facing each other. It’s not as awkward as you thought it would be, and the annoying flutter of wings in your tummy is beating a ferocious rhythm inside of you. You’re physically tired, but your brain has woken itself up since arriving back home, and you consider the man in front of you carefully.

“What’s going on?” You question softly and Itachi regards you with a serious look. The darker oranges and reds coming from your window bathe him in a soft light and you can pick out each individual hair on his head, each individual lash above his eyes. He’s truly beautiful, handsome in a heartbreaking sort of way, and you almost miss his response.

“I had a dream you died.”

It takes you a full second to register what he said, and your mouth parts in surprise.

“When?”

“Several weeks ago.” He pauses, eyes unfocusing like he was remembering. “It was ... unpleasant.”

You frown and move your hand to cup his face. He lets you, even closes his eyes at the contact, and your chest swells.

“I’m sorry.” You offer quietly, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. This dream obviously disturbed him deeply, and you wonder if that’s the reason for all the sudden visits. He hums and you’re distantly reminded of a cat purring while being pet. It makes you smile.

“It’s my apology you should be accepting. I’ve been a coward.”

Your thumb halts it’s movement and your smile fades.

“A coward?” You echo, confusion evident. Itachi opens his eyes, holding your gaze with a serious look.

“I purposefully distanced myself from you.”

The warmth in your chest halts and you feel what feels like ice start to prickle at your fingers. You had just thought he was busy, that you were both just busy, and to know he did it on purpose ...

“Why?”

You want to keep the hurt from showing but you can’t hide the way your voice wavers. Itachi doesn’t move, doesn’t turn his gaze away, and his tone turns to honey, to silk wrapped in velvet.

“Because of my feelings for you.”

Oh.

You open your mouth to ... respond? Gasp? Laugh? Yell? To do anything but freeze, which was what you were currently doing. Your brain had turned into mush, your body was collapsing in on itself, and your heart and lungs were somehow tightening but also moving at an impossible place.

Because of my feelings for you.

Itachi seems minutely amused by your reaction and turns his head to brush his lips against your fingers.

“I have dreamt of you often, these past few months. It was foolish to avoid you, to try and create distance where none was needed. It took seeing you broken and dying to realize my mistake. My hope is that you will forgive me, with time. I have tried to make it up to you, to ease back into the friendship we once had, but I find myself wanting more.”

You’re pretty sure you’ve stopped breathing. He turns his head to meet your gaze again.

“It’s becoming increasingly difficult, to be away from you.”

Okay, yes. You’ve definitely stopped breathing.

Itachi pauses, to give you time to absorb his words, before speaking again.

“If I am being too forward, you may tell me.”

You blink.

“It’s not ...” You start, frowning at the way you’ve just decided to lose all ability to think. Or talk. You pull your hand away to rest on the bed in between you and start again, fingers digging into your sheets.

“I’m ... processing.” You answer, lowering your gaze. You can’t keep looking at him if you want to be able to formulate actual words. He says nothing in response, giving you time to think, and you eventually speak again.

“I think I’ve loved you for a very long time.” You start, still unable to look at him. You feel him stiffen next to you and find yourself taking a deep breath before continuing.

“I understand, though. I’ve been avoiding you too, I think. Caring for someone in our line of work can be damning. It can end horribly, or never even begin. I think we were both cowards, in a way. I also think you’re a bit of an ass, but that’s more of a fact than an opinion.” A breathy chuckle interrupts you and you smile softly, eyes floating upwards to meet his again.

“I think that you can stay … however long you’d like.”

Itachi’s eyes flick down to your mouth and stay there as he responds.

“I’d like that.”

You smile and try to fight against the heavy weight currently making itself at home on your eyelids. Sleep was calling your name urgently and you fight back a yawn. There’s another breathy chuckle in your ear and it takes you a moment to realize Itachi had moved closer, even going so far as to loosely wrap an arm around your waist. His fingers are trailing soft patterns against your back and you press yourself into his chest, deciding that anything else can wait until tomorrow.

“Sleep.” You murmur into his collarbone with a smile, “I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.”

Itachi hums a tired laugh and you feel something soft brush against your forehead as you drift off into an easy sleep.

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blixssily · 9 months

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may i request a 20 for gepard (hsr) for the event? i was thinking maybe some kind of mutual pining and fluffy nervousness too, but i shouldn't bog you down with too many details, so i'll leave it to you,,, thanks a lot! and happy 100 followers, you absolutely deserve it!

prompt 20: confession + gepard landau

authors notes: hello!!! thank you for participating in my event! i appreciate every detail this request has so don't be shy to include more!!

gepard had been crushing on you since he was a child.. although you two weren't close, you still hung out around the landau siblings. serval had introduced you to her little brother since she noticed he was a little shy to reach out to other kids his age.

"you really think i should do it..?" gepard sighed as his older sister kept pestering him on and on about confessing to you.. incidentally today was the date that you two had first met. "yes! its been years and you still have a crush on them.. its a little sad how you two arent together already." serval pouts, remembering the late nights of you calling her to gush over her own little brother.

"what if they say no?" at this point he's asked that question about 5 times since him and serval started talking. "they wont, trust your big sister!"

"....."

"hey! don't just keep quiet!"

to be fair you had given him some hints when you were kids, like giving him a rose on valentines and saying that you had found it and wanted to give it to him as a thank you for being your friend. over the years you two naturally got closer over the years, with servals help of course.

gepard has taken you out to a restaurant of your choice for dinner, excusing the sudden invitation to merely wanting to catch up with you. it seems like you've caught on to that cover up.

"so, what's the real reason you took me out for dinner?" you asked him, you were on your way back to your house since he decided to walk you home before returning to his. "what do you mean?" he really did try to cover up the hesitation in his voice, his palms already beginning to sweat. "is something wrong? are you gonna have to leave town for awhile?" he could sense the worry in your voice as you spoke, walking a little slower.

"no! im not leaving. i suppose i just need to.. tell you something." he sighed, finally stopping in his tracks. "i'm not sure how to say this and i apologise if you feel uncomfortable but i really like you."

"actually, i've been meaning to say this for awhile. I really admire you. you're always so hardworking and determined, and you're a really nice person too. i've admired you for years now." he took a deep breath, deciding if he should carry on with his confession.

"I love the way you smile and the way you care about others around you, i lov-" his heart clenches, his hands even start to shake a little.

he sighed, finally making up his mind to just come clean to you. "i love you. i've loved you ever since we were kids." youre speechless at this point, was this even real??? did you childhood crush just confess to you??

"i'm really sorry- i shouldn't have bothered you with this- i'm sorry you don't have to accept my confes–" he feels your lips crash onto his, effectively silencing the boy in front of you.

"i love you too.. i'm sorry it took so long for me to say that." you smile as you pull away from the kiss. his face was beet red at this point, blush from his cheeks bleed into his neck and onto the tips of his ears. "thank you." he wraps his hands around you, you can hear how fast his heart's beating.

"thank you for loving me."

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#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #hsr gepard #hsr gepard x reader #cora's event !!

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slasherbozo · 1 year

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My delightful dream Ghost isn’t the type to show emotions, and he clearly doesn’t wanna show you any, And that just wears you off. You learn soon the reason of that, and the reason of it is very interesting.

warning’s ; gender-neutral reader, angst ( not heavy angst, I think !? ) reader gets confused if it’s love or nah, jealous for awhile ghost, fluff at the end with both reader and ghost being cringe but free <3 Soap being silly ( me slipping free Soapghost content ).

A/N ; a tad bit OOC but whatever i’m trying to get work done okay >:(

masterlist ♡

You really hated it when Ghost goes back to being sentimental, you told yourself you should’ve been used to it by now. After all, him being a man in the army tells much about how his personality could be. But you can’t help but to feel a little ‘ burdened ‘ being the one who always made the most effort in your friendship, and made sure that it stayed afloat till now.

Ghost, or Simon you wouldn’t dare call him that. You can’t get an easy read on how he feels most of the time, because he always had his mask on anytime he could, and even if he had his mask off he probably kept on a stoic expression. And every time you thought you had finally cracked a bit of his shell, it hits you again that it was all in your imagination.

Ghost seemingly rather’s the company of Soap over yours, and it’s very noticeable to you. You hear him crack few jokes then and there with him, you see him come to talk to Soap himself. You always had to approach Ghost so you both can speak, or else you would go on days and even months probably without speaking. And even if you did manage to open up a conversation with this man, he always stayed rather quiet, it never interested him.

Soap was seemingly the only close person to Ghost, the only person who made him worry, the only person whom Ghost talks so positively of. The only person Ghost would give all his attention to, the only person who.. ghost probably prefers over anyone else any day and all day.

And it made you mad.

In fact, so mad you finally made the logical decision to just ignore his existence entirely. As much as it also did hurt you to be the one who ends it without saying anything, you decided it was for the best. After all, all this trying to please a man who didn’t seemingly care just made you very exhausted. Maybe a meaningful connection was never meant to be, and so you let it go.

So when one day the squad hits their usual to go to pub, you never gave this man an ounce of attention, neither did you even bother saying ‘ hello’s to him ‘, it’s as if his existence was deleted to you, you felt this petty.

When you came to sit on the chairs of the bar, you did a swift walk to the end and sat the empty chair by Soap.

“ What ya got on yer mind’ there ? ”

You hear the man beside you tell after downing his drink, you gave him a side look.

“ Soap. Nothing really. ”

You say that with a sigh afterwards, Soap seems to notice that. And he calls for the bartender to give you a drink, but he asks you first.

“ wha ye like ta drink’ ”

You look at the man with confused eyes, and he doesn’t repeat his words but rather nods towards the bartender. You then get what he meant, and began to lightly tap your fingers against the wooden table.

“ tequila. ”

You said, and you raised an immediate eyebrow when you witnessed the way the man’s face twisted in a rather disgusted matter. You took it personal, your arms crossing defensively against your chest.

“ What. ”

The man just shakes his head off, and you listen as a chuckle rumbles out of his chest.

“ ye like drinking dogs piss? ”

You get convinced that this man just has no taste, and drown your tequila immediately after it was served to you. With a bit of alcohol in your system, the stupid courage to ask this question comes to you. Which will probably make him punch you for thinking he is something he isn’t, it could be even something worst but you won’t know it till you try it.

“ Are you and Ghost dating ? ”

You witness the man cough and struggle with the drink in his hand, as you said. But rather than him punching you he was immediately taken off by the question, you see him turn to look at you with serious eyes.

“ How did you know..! ”

When you heard him say that you helplessly felt one of your heart strings clench, but you managed to keep a well unbothered expression.

“ am jus’ messing with ye’ ”

He snorts out, and takes a sip of his drink before looking back at you again this time rather concerned. It was very interesting how Soap immediately switched emotions like it was a game to him, you can’t help but to feel jealous.

“ Why tha’ sudden question tho-? ”

He slurs out confusingly, and you hold your glass in your fist. If you tighten your grip more it would probably break in your hands, and blood would flow like a river. You didn’t know why you were feeling this, this jealously towards soap when you had no ‘ right ‘ to.

“ I mean.. it’s very.. interesting the kind of relationship you and Ghost have.. Ghost seems to very much like you.. like.. you’re the only person he would ever be with.. ”

The man started humming to himself, seemingly thinking before answering the question. He finally puts his glass down, and his answer sends you into a spiral.

“ Rest up kid, me and Simon- ”

The first name bases made you unconsciously bang your glass against the table, and turn to look at him with full wide eyes. Soap looks around first to see if anyone noticed you slamming your glass against the table, before looking back at you with a startled expression.

“ what’s going on with you ?! ”

“ You’re on first name terms and i’m- I- just don’t know.. I’m sorry.. I’m just very frustrated with him.. and I shouldn’t let me being upset bother you.. ”

The man sighs closing his eyes momentarily, he then lets a hand go up and on your shoulder. Squeezing, you probably now realized how a little sore your shoulders were from being all tensed up.

“ o’kay listen here kid.. whatever’s goin’ on with you and Simon should stay between ye both, I don’t know what kind of.. feelings Simon has for me, but what I’m sure we have is a rather brotherly relationship.. and we both have mutual respect for each other.. if you want to find out ask the man himself. ”

His hand disappears from your shoulder, and he revolves back to ask the bartender to fill his empty glass again. You look down at your own hands, and sigh disappointed with yourself, and embarrassed by how you made this situation come down to that.

“ Ay’ by the way Ghost been starin’ across the bar.. you might wanna go talk to him. ”

Ghost ? You forgot he came here too, courtesy of you being so ‘ I’m gonna delete this man from my life ‘ an hour ago, but to confirm Soap’s statement you look to where he was looking behind his back just right now.

And to your luck, he was sitting at one of the tables with Price, Gaz at both his sides. And he was in fact looking your way, or maybe at soap you still weren’t really sure, because you wouldn’t want to be delusional and be disappointed later then.

The man who saw you both turn, suddenly stood up. Both the men at the table gaze at him, seeking answer for why the man stood up. You couldn’t hear what he said to them of course, but both men continued their conversation and Ghost just walked off to the door.

“ You- if- why are you sitting here alone when they- ”

Soap also watched Ghost leave with you, and just shrugged his shoulders, you can see him thinking a little before saying what he had in his pretty little head.

“ me and my ‘ boyfriend ‘ had a little disagreement, and I’m being a lil shi’ queen just sitting over here until he apologizes.. but I won’t get my apology because he left now. ”

You roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone, but before you could give the smart pant’s attitude back he immediately hushed you and waved you off too in fact.

“ go after him, what the hell ye waiting for ? ”

You bite your lip, can you even have the courage to go after him anyway. And what would you say to him, he literally left when you just looked back at him. What would he do if you chased after him out too? Would he be pissed off with you?

“ Ok.. okay.. ”

You stand up from your seat, and rush to get to the door quickly so you can get to Ghost before he leaves for good, You hear soap call you out with all these chitchat surrounding you.

“ Oi ! The bill- ”

But you leave without turning back.

The air is chilly around you, and you can’t help but to feel the cold shivering your bones even with the warm clothes you’re wearing. You don’t stop jogging though after the man, you continue until you see the silhouette of his well framed back.

“ Ghost ! ”

You call his name too loudly, thankfully there were no passerby’s whom would spare you odd looks thinking you’re crazy. However seemingly being loud stops the man right on his tracks, and he turns around to see his caller.

You see him cradling his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, he probably felt cold but if you questioned him he won’t admit it. You walk closer to him, and he just stayed quiet the whole time.

“ we need to talk. ”

The man just continues to stare at you, his head leaning to the side a little bit.

“ speak. ”

You slip your hands underneath your armpits trying to get a bit of warmth, while you think of what you could say to him now that he is in front of you.

“ I- I just want to know if you.. if you actually hate me.. ”

With the man’s face covered there were no expression there to witness, but his eyes. You could see his eyes widen a little. Or maybe it was your imagination playing tricks, but whatever it was maybe you could figure the emotions showing in them.

“ I.. hate you.. is this what you want to speak about ? ”

You nod your head his way, and then silence just fills the air for too long. Your heart betrays you by beating fast, was it really the reason.. the reason he gets quiet with you all the time and just leaves whenever he is with you in a room.. because he hates you.

“ don’t worry I get it.. I’ll stay out of your way then.. ”

You say with a stutter, a stutter you tried to not do because now all of the sudden the world feels like it’s tightening around you. And tears threaten to push from your eyes, you get scared, so scared you walk off immediately before you could get an answer from him.

You disappear, leaving the man behind.

What you didn’t know.

He was calling for you, or tried to. His voice choked up inside of him, scared too.

“ You- come back- ”

On the early next day, you head to the base, and get greeted first thing in the morning by non other than soap himself. This time you weren’t feeling up to talking to him, and so you just told him good morning and continued to walk. Soap seemingly feeling insulted by you doing that, just followed behind you in pursuit even calling your name too.

“ Ey-! Are ye okay ? ”

You stop dead on track, and turn towards him ready to call him off again. But you held yourself back because you had no right to release your pent up frustration on the same man again when he was clearly worried, Soap’s hands find their way towards your shoulders and grab just like yesterday.

“ What happened between ye both ? Did something go wrong.. if you tell me I can knock Ghost out cold for ye.. don’t worry about him being a tad bit taller I’ll straight up sock- ”

“ knock out who ? ”

Ghost suddenly comes out of nowhere and It startles you but Soap rather looks fine, as if used to a big man creeping around quietly.

And Ghost stands there quietly and well from yesterday’s encounter, unlike you who almost cried all night feeling horrible from being hated by one person.

“ Ah, L.t. never expected you to be a heart breaker. ”

Soap does a ‘Tsk ’ sound, and glances at him disappointedly, he even shakes his head at him like a mother. You witness how Soap doesn’t get his ass beaten by the stoic man, it’s all well until Ghost speaks.

“ I need to talk to them sergeant so get your ass elsewhere for awhile. ”

Soap gasps dramatically at the statement, and takes a two step back adding a huff too.

“ You hurt me L.t, but fine. ”

You turn to look at Soap with desperation in your eyes to not be left alone in a situation where all will be awkward, and he just sends both a smirk and a quirked eyebrow your way and a muttered ‘ sorry, ye will be fine. ‘ before leaving for good.

You take a deep breath and your eyes roam around the room, you can do this. You remind yourself that you’re in duty, and personal matters should be set aside. He probably wants to discuss work matter with you, and then leave you alone to it right?

“ What would you need from me sir ? ”

Ghost was seemingly doing the same thing as you, his eyes were looking around the room. And once he had his fair share of scanning the area his eyes would land back at you again, his same honeyed brown eyes.. you always admired.

Admired ?

“ About yesterday- “

You were quick to jump on his throat, to stop him right then and there.

“ What happened yesterday sir should stay outside our work, however so I do understand what happened and I’ll gladly follow on my word outside duty. ”

You managed to make the man be taken aback.

It’s what he surly wants to hear.

“ It’s not.. not that. Listens to me sergeant.. there is something I need to tell you. ”

You were surprised, no. You were absolutely flabbergasted when you heard a stutter coming out from the man, the same man who was all so cold and emotionless in all horrible situations he was in.

“ Then.. tell me.. ”

The man just looks down, and you can’t help but to wonder what could it be his reason of wanting to talk that it’s taking him so much to spit it out ! He was Ghost for gods sake ! What could be worrying him ?

“ sergeant.. I.. I like you. ”

Your jaw dropped.

Not metaphorically but rather realistically, your jaw went real slack, and you blinked so quickly you gave yourself a real headache.

“ Sir ! I must call the medic- have you possibly hit your head anywhere near the morning ?! ”

The man just shakes his head, a hand on his temple.

“ I- I didn’t hit my head at all. ”

You take a deep breath again inhaling all the oxygen possible around you, trying to calm yourself down from the sudden rock of a statement dropped on your head.

“ So- what you said- it’s true- if you did like me then what the hell was the treatment you gave me before huh ?! ”

You shouted loudly, and the man had to shush you down before anyone can eavesdrop on your drama, you quickly quiet down to a whisper after saying ‘ sorry ‘ and inch closer towards him until there is barely space between both of you.

“ I didn’t treat you like this because I hated you.. the space between us I created it because I had enough respect for you sergeant.. ”

His explanation only made you mad, respect ? What kind of respect comes from creating distance ? This whole time of trying to impress a man who was only pushing you away because of respect ? All this worry was for nothing.

“ are you fucking kidding me? "

The man sighs, he daringly does so, you wanted to totally punch him right now but you amazingly manage to keep your cool.

“ I understand If you don’t feel- ”

” you call this ‘ space ‘ respect ? you’re telling me this whole time I spent stressing over countless reason it could be that you were.. ignoring me and leaving whenever am around.. is just because you like me ? This isn’t respect ! It’s just you running from your emotions like a scaredy cat ! ”

Your anger was reaching a boiling point, it was building up like an erupting volcano soon to consume all its surrounding.

But the man interrupts it before it could.

“ You think If I easily could’ve done so.. I wouldn’t do it ? The way I like you no.. the way I love you, it’s not as simple as that.. but I’m in no position to fall in love with you sergeant.. our worlds they are different and far apart.. ”

This man seems to easily play you like a fiddle, letting your emotions show like an idiot. You shake your head at him, you’re just getting more and more confused by his words, you don’t know if he was playing with you or not.

“ I’m.. then at the bar ! Why did you leave when you knew I was there- ! ”

You take a step back, dazed. You look down your feet, biting your lips real hard.

But the man takes a step forward, entering your space simply so. His hands, they reach for you but go back to his side too quickly you notice.

“ I was.. mad at myself, mad at.. I just know that when I looked at the way Johnny spoke to you so freely and at ease.. it made me mad.. and when his hand were on your shoulders.. It only made me.. jealous.. I’ve never felt this way about anybody.. never, and sergeant you’re the first person I’ve ever felt such emotions towards.. look at me please. ”

You do as he says and look up, your anger just melts away so easily. Your eyes catches his brown ones, and what you feared happened because you get so lost in them forgetting everything that happened until now.

“ Whenever I look at you.. I go crazy, I feel like I lose control of my own body and it makes me scared.. I find it amusing so, I’ve lived almost my whole life in such solitary, these walls surrounding my heart I made them so strong I was sure no one could ever break it.. and now you come.. and these walls they break.. and oh.. ”

Your eyes were tensely locked with his, no one breaking the eye contact. His hands come again, begging to clasp yours. And you let them with no questions, his hands cold in yours and callouses, but you know it fit well into yours ‘ made to be ‘.

“ I love you sergeant, I love you.. I love you.. ? I love you.. can I kiss you ? ”

The man’s chest seem to relax, but yours don’t. Because you still couldn’t believe that this was Ghost, Ghost who was repeating the sentence ‘ I love you ‘ like a heavenly melody.

“ Are you serious-”

You stutter out clicking your tongue, your cheeks they feel warm. And the hand in yours it feels cold and nice to touch, and everything around you just begins to feel.. better.

“ Come on sergeant, this feels awkward for the both of us.. ”

“ Because it is ! You just made this poetic act out of blue air how am I supposed to react ?! I just- just kiss me you stupid motherfucker. ”

And so you let your free hand grab his chin aggressively, you pull him close towards you. Your lips crashing against of what you could assume was his lips, courtesy of the balaclava he had on. Your kiss probably knocked out his whole front teeth, you hope not, after the kiss the man takes a few steps backwards. And you cross your arms, staring at him with your lips in a thin line.

“ Well.. now that you admitted to liking me- I must give you my response right- so I-! I do actually like you too-! Kind of.. at first I just thought you were a very interesting man and It would have been enough to me if I could just be your friend, but since you took a lot of steps forward with your speech I must say I accept these feelings of yours.. ”

Ghost escapes the trance he was put in and he looks around him, before whispering.

“ what are we now.. that I said this and that.. ”

You take a hold of the hand that fell to his side, and intertwine your fingers together. The man looks at the hand than you, and for the first time you flash him a real genuine smile.

“ We’ll take our time and figure it out, the way we both like it. ”

The man sighs with ease, you don’t know for sure but you can see his eyes brighten ever so beautifully, before you could admire them more the sudden entry of a man makes you both pull away from each other.

“ Saw that, ya ain’t slick enough L.t. ”

The man who entered was non other than Soap himself, and your fast beating heart calms down. He had a really wide smirk on his face, in fact too wide you were worried his face muscles might strain with pain.

“ Thought you needed to talk, doesn’t seem like talking’ to me ”

Ghost just rushes forward towards Soap, and pushes him gently towards the door he came in from. Soap just looks at him with lightened eyes and satisfied expression, all while he stumbles by the push.

“ You need to be less nosy Johnny, go bother somebody else. ”

You hear Soap whine, his brows furrowing in a cute way actually.

“ Thought’ ya liked me bothering ye, but I guess you finally found another bothersome hm ? Is they prettier than me ? ”

Soap was gone, or was behind of the door. Either way you couldn’t hear him, at all but you knew he was probably thinking of ways to milk whatever he saw between you and Ghost.

and you thought you should be worried that Soap might be a snitcher, and will go around running telling everybody about what he saw. But somehow you were at ease, that a word won’t leave from him.

Ghost was still there though, by the door holding it open while his other was busy with handful of Soap’s shoulder, He finally turns and looks at you.

“ talk later ? ”

You hear his gruff voice say so gently, and you nod your head his way, a smile still overtaking your face.

“ Yes, see ya ghost. ”

He nods back to you.

“ Simon. Call me that. ”

And leaves closing the door behind him, you immediately find a chair to sit on, your heart oh it was like a drumming thunder. If you told anyone at the base about Simon telling you to call him by his real name, they probably would call you a real big liar.

But now..

“ Simon. ”

You whisper his name deliriously, a name you don’t think you will ever have enough by saying it all the time.

You cant help but to feel excited at your next interaction.

Time had passed, and you see your relationship with Simon growing rather delightfully. While Simon still struggled with some aspects in your relationship and his, he seemed to be willing to fix them.

He learns he doesn’t have to keep on his strong lone wolf facade, and you learn whatever wise comes from this man.

“ Really ? Is this your idea of a good morning ? ”

You snicker as Simon hand’s you a real warm cup of tea, and sits beside you in the empty chair. While Soap sits on the other one, he looks disappointedly at you both when he doesn’t get his own cup.

“ Not your cup ? ”

Simon says, and you roll your eye at him before saying something jokingly under your breath.

“ Fucking brits’ ”

Soap leans forward in his chair to intervene.

“ I said that.. whatever I’ll get me a nice cup of coffee, no’ tryin’ to sleep soon. ”

He emphasizes the last sentence with his whole chest, standing up and going to leave, you shout out to him.

“ Get me one too, I need the illusion of being awake. ”

Soap raises a hand and says with a swift voice.

“ Yes your majesty !, one cup of guttin’ misery coming soon ! ”

he leaves the both of you alone, and you turn to look at Simon who was in fact looking at you with wide eyes already.

“ Geez- just your gaze gives me shivers.. why are you looking at me like that. ”

Simon leans forward to you, his eyes now focused on the cup in your hand.

“ you don’t like it ? ”

You suspire, taking a sip from the cup in your hand to show at least a bit of care for the man who bothered to get you this.

“ I don’t like tea, but I like the thought behind it. ”

You say with a smile, and Simon slackens.

“ You’re very picky. ”

You chortle, letting your hand rest on the man’s thigh. Running circles on the well formed muscles rippling underneath his pants, Simon puts his own up on yours.

” Only when it comes to what I drink, and eat, and basically everything else I get a choice in. ”

Simon looks away from you, but you were quick to catch a chuckle coming deep down from him.

“ did I make the great Ghost chuckle his cute ass ? ”

The man didn’t bother replying, instead he pulls the balaclava up revealing his mouth and nose to you. Getting closer, by pulling your chair, his chapped lip now against yours. The kiss so sweet it melts your heart and beyond, then he pulls away, but before you let him push down his balaclava you stop his hand.

bending over towards him, planting countless kisses on the scar by his lips, on his cheek. On his stubbled jaw, whatever skin that showed you prepped it with kisses.

“ You look good with a stubble. ”

Simon just looks at you, and exhales, his head tilts on your chest. You hoped he wouldn’t hear how hard your heart was racing, he probably could but you wrapped your arms around him anyway.

” So this is how it feels to be loved.. it feels.. good.. ”

You’re happy, he’s happy. And you feel like nothing in the world could ever go wrong, finally for a moment.

The world quiets down again.

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I love your stories so much!!! I was thinking of a idea of malaki black and woman who complete opposites but he sees something in her?

goody two shoes

a/n: MY FIRST AEW IMAGINE YESSSS!!! i'm not sure if this is what you were looking for but i just took an idea and ran with it so i hope you like it! methinks there's going to be a part 2 for this as well...

mentions: SFW, fem!reader, goody two shoes!reader, slight stalker-ish vibes from malakai

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nothing about you screamed 'spooky'; you were one of the more juvial members of the roster, and everyone in AEW saw you as, for lack of a better term, a real goody two shoes.

for that exact reason, you tended to stay away from people like the members of the house of black. the only real interactions you had with them was matches with julia, and every time you were in their presence they really gave you chills that ran down your spine.

let's be real; four people, three of them very large men, who wore all black and had the spookiest scariest of personas? yeah, wasn't always your cup of tea.

but you began to notice malakai being...around. more often than he normally would be when everyone was backstage. the house members tended to keep to themselves, but noticing malakai on his own and coincidentally in your presence was beginning to feel a little off putting.

you did your best to ignore him though, you went about your regular business, interacting with friends and crew backstage that you always had, and trying not to pay any mind to the man who'd started to make his presence known around you.

the most recent AEW taping, however, is when things changed a bit. you didn't have any matches planned that night and mostly kept to yourself so you could take it easy and enjoy the show. malaki had progressed from just hanging around in the background, to finally approaching you when you went to your locker room.

you barely even heard him sneak in behind you. the closing of the door was what shook you, and you found yourself staring into the eyes of one of the most ruthless, soulless members of the AEW roster.

"i don't know what you think you're doing but you better-"

your words were cut off by a singular finger that malakai had raised to his lips, his way of effectively silencing you. you couldn't explain it, but the once unsettled feeling this man's presence used to create now had you somewhat spellbound. every move he made, had your full attention.

he'll finally speak up, his breath hot on your face and his voice a quiet (and slightly terrifying tone), "i just want you to listen to me, little bird."

you'd never admit it, but malaki calling you that made your stomach twist and turn in the best way possible. with a gentle nod, you let him continue and your eyes focus on his and their two different colored irises.

"i've been watching you for awhile now, and i can't keep myself away from you. someone too pure, too sweet for this industry...yet i can't stop myself from watching your every move."

a finger drifts from your cheekbone down to your jaw and your breath catches in your throat. the fact that malakai wanted anything to do with you...that he was watching you...it made you so uneasy but had you infatuated all at the same time.

malakai's next statement catches you even more off guard; "the house has a spot with your name on it, little dove. let us take you in. show you your true potential."

he can sense your hesitation, your silence enough of an answer for him to understand you weren't sure what to say. malakai leaning in closer gives you goosebumps, but you don't make any effort to back away from him. "i'm going to keep coming back to you for an answer, doll. so i'll give you time to think, but don't think i'll forget about you."

with that, malakai gave you one more knowing look and walked away from you. but his face never once left your thoughts, as well as his proposition, and you had started to think about the possibility of accepting his offer.

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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Nine: Most Wondrous News

AN: Happy New Year everyone! This chapter has been sitting in my drafts for a minute because I had a vision of where I wanted this to go and I got ahead of myself and wrote this but I couldn't post it yet.

Trigger Warnings: age gap, mentions of death

Word Count: 1.4k

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Summary: In the early hours of the morning, Jesmyn considers her future and asks Otto to keep a grim promise.

Chapter Ten: Leave it to The Gods

116 AC, Westeros

With tense shoulders, Jesmyn stood in front of the hearth, staring blankly into the flames ensnared by its hellish dance. The fire illuminated her face in a warm, orange glow as the soft crackling of burning wood floated into her ears. Closing her eyes, Jesmyn hoped the noise would slowly quiet the turmoil inside her head from the nightmare she had awaken from. The dark dream vividly played through her mind on repeat. Otto was still asleep in their bed, unaware she had managed to ease out of his grasp. He always protectively kept a hand on the swell of her belly when they slept.

"Wife?"

His voice pulled Jesmyn from her thoughts and she looked over her shoulder.

"Come back to bed," he said, sleep heavy in his voice. "You’ll catch a cold standing on the floor with bare feet," Otto added, his voice was gentle as he sat up in bed.

"Sleep escapes me, Husband," she informed, her tone matching his. “I cannot,” she muttered, returning her gaze back to the hearth.

Silence fell over the room. Until, she heard rustling, the sound of the thick covers from their bed being tossed aside as he got up. Wordlessly, a broad chest pressed itself against her back. The warmth of her husband’s body seeped through into her bones. Curling his arm around her waist, Jesmyn leaned back against him.

"You're cold," he murmured, moving her nightgown and robe aside to plant a warm kiss on the skin of her shoulder.

"I'm fine," Jesmyn said dismissively, and tried futilely to suppress a full body shiver that coursed through her.

"How long have you been out of bed?” he asked, tucking back her hair.

She exhaled heavily, "Awhile," Jesmyn answered, meeting his eyes. They were a hue darker from the dimness of their chambers. "I…I lost track of time," she admitted, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of her stomach.

He hummed, "Tell me what troubles your mind, my dear wife," Otto began. "So I can slay it, and bring you back to bed," he said, his thumb tracing the line of her spine.

"You’ve taken it upon yourself to become a slayer of nightmares then?" Jesmyn quipped, her eyebrows raising slightly.

"I will become whatever you need me to be, Jesmyn," Otto said softly into her ear. "A nightmare was it?" he repeated. "What happened in this nightmare?" he questioned, drawing circles on her swollen belly.

She paused briefly, "I died in childbirth," Jesmyn revealed quietly, and Otto’s body went rigid against hers.

A deafening silence swallowed the room.

"A terrifying dream," he said, finally breaking the tension. "But that’s all it was, a bad dream," he assured, his hold tightening.

Jesmyn slowly spun around, "It’s been a recurring dream, Otto," she pressed, watching his expression change. "Different ways, each dream," she continued.

Now being eight months into her pregnancy, the due date of her labors drew near and nearer. Jesmyn wanted nothing more than to feel excitement about bringing a child into the world, but as the days progressed she began to have terrifying nightmares. She found herself growing increasingly nervous and scared of having complications while on the birthing bed.

Exhaling, Otto pressed a kiss on top of her head, “Come, let’s get you off your feet,” he said, taking her hand.

He guided her to one of the nearby chairs in front of the hearth, and Jesmyn slowly lowered herself into the cushioned seat.

Otto kneeled in front of her, “We have the best maesters here at The Red Keep,” he assured, holding both of her hands. “You are in excellent hands, Jesmyn,” he said, looking up at her.

“Didn’t do much for the late Queen Aemma, did it?” she retorted bitterly.

“What happened with Queen Aemma was a tragedy,” he conceded. “But that doesn’t mean it will happen to you,” Otto said, squeezing her hands.

The comforting gesture only made her frown.

“Do you remember in the sept, when I told you about my fears of bearing a child and the labor is difficult?” Jesmyn asked.

“I do,” Otto answered, with a nod. “You feared if there was a decision to be made of your life or the baby’s, one of your then suitor’s would choose the baby’s,” he recalled.

“My aunt died that way,” Jesmyn said, her voice close to a whisper and Otto flinched. “Her death is what triggered my fear of the birthing bed,” she continued, swallowing thickly. “A terrible scene it was, the wails my father let out are seared into my head,” she continued shakily. “And the sheets…oh gods, Otto, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so drenched in red. And it was all for naught, mother and daughter dead,” she finished, her voice nearly breathless from her rising anxiety.

“Jesmyn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know,”

She shifted uncomfortably in the seat, “Otto,” she called, slipping her hand away from his to cup his cheek.

“Yes, my love,” he answered, leaning into her touch.

“I am going to ask something of you,” she stated, her thumb running along his beard.

“Anything,” Otto responded quickly, kissing her palm.

“If there ever comes a time when you are tragically put in such a position,” she began. “Promise me, you’ll leave it to the gods,” she said, and Otto’s head snapped up.

“You’re asking me to let you die? Jesmyn, I can’t—”

“Promise me,” she repeated, her voice cracking, “Promise me, you won’t cut me open and gut me like a fish,” she said, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Otto stared at her, his eyes wide and completely lost for words. He went to rise to his feet, but Jesmyn’s fingers tightening around his and the silent pleading on her face made him stop.

He sighed heavily, “The moment your father removed your bridal cloak from you, and I placed the Hightower cloak upon your shoulders,” Otto began, his voice quivering. “Not only I did I pledge my love for you that day, I also pledged to protect you,”

She placed her hand on his face, “You are protecting me, Otto—” Jesmyn reasoned, her fingers splayed wide across his cheeks.

“I’m killing you!” he said, his voice raising slightly. “I’m killing you,” he repeated, this time whispering and pressing his forehead against her stomach.

Jesmyn’s gut wrenched as if someone had put a knife through her ribs and twisted it.

“Otto,” she called, using her thumb to softly caress his jawline. He didn’t respond, only letting out a ragged breath. “Otto, look at me,” she demanded gently.

Many seconds would pass before Otto would raise his head. His eyes glistening in the light of the fire, and Jesmyn could hardly recognize the usually proud man who was now reduced into a grief stricken one.

“Don’t make me do this, I can’t do it!” he begged brokenly.

“You would deny me my dying wish?” she asked, another tear falling from her eye.

Otto put his hand on top of her hand which cupped his cheek and firmly planted another kiss on her palm.

"It could save your life, Jesmyn," he said desperately, grabbing a hold of both her hands again. "You speak about death, but it could save you," he reasoned, bringing her knuckles to his lips.

"Or cause me unimaginable pain and suffering," she choked out. "I do not wish for your last memory of me to be of agonizing screams. It will haunt you for the rest of your days," she warned, shaking her head.

Otto dropped his head in defeat, knowing he couldn't change her mind about this. Pulling her hand up to his lips, he placed a soft kiss upon the delicate skin of her wrist.

“If this is what you want, then I will…oblige your wish,” Otto agreed, his expression solemn.

“Thank you Husband,” she whispered.

“Let’s get you back in bed,”

Grabbing Jesmyn’s hands, Otto carefully lifted her up from the chair and guided her back to their bed. Helping her onto the mattress, he adjusted her pillows allowing Jesmyn to lean back against the headboard.

“Otto,” she called, watching him settle next to her. “I want you to know, whatever happens, I love you,” Jesmyn said gently, fixing herself on her side.

Reaching out, he cradled her head and let his thumb run down her cheek.

"I love you too," he told her. “No matter what happens,” he echoed, before kissing her tenderly. His lips featherlight against hers. "Now, rest my love,” he demanded softly, his arm going around her waist.

Jesmyn’s eyes slid shut, and with her mind at ease down along Otto's warm breath fanning on the back of her neck, sleep came easy.

Chapter Eleven: Bundles of Joy

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