#LET AWAKE TIME COMMENCE

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It's A Special Death You Saved (Feyd Rautha x Female!Reader) pt.3

a/n: so i lied about this being the last chapter, there's one more, i know im sorry....... also shout out to my friends, who were unbelievably helpful with the smut part because oh, there's smut here

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (yuuuh yuuuuuuh), Alcohol, like....a tiny bit of Humiliation.

Summary: The month-long courting comes to an end with a bang! As your engagement party commences, wine flows and darker feelings rise to the surface

Pt. 1, Pt.2 Pt.4 (finale)

In the darkness of the night, he still comes to you in your dreams, knife in hand, body taunt and ready to strike. Every single morning, you awake with a gasp, as visions of your tormentor plague you. In some, he slits your throat, reveling in the way red cascades down your nightgown. Other times, it's a quick and brutal stabbing, your insides twisting as you wake. 

But then, there are those rare nights where you rise from your bed, sweat clinging to your skin, as you fight with the pressure in your stomach, try to rid yourself of the images, before making yourself presentable for breakfast. 

Those dreams, nightmares, are the worst. 

White, elegant fingers, grabbing, pulling, pinching every surface of your exposed skin. Defined arms around you, squeezing your pliant body in an embrace that is as tender and romantic, as a snake suffocating its victim. Deceivingly soft lips, mapping a trail down your front, pulling back to reveal teeth, which make that same trail visible, hurting.

In those dreams, he paints you with black. Taints you, until you're molded into his perverse image, until there's no telling where he ends, and you begin. He makes you into a sculpture, in a way that an artist cuts away pieces of clay, slowly robbing you of all agency, until there's only what he wants to see. And you let him, with a trembling smile on your lips, hands twisted into the stained sheets of your bed. 

Ignoring him has become an art form as well.

Since your faithful tangle at the training barracks, you did everything in your power, to never appear in the same room as him, or at least, never alone. You became a shadow in your own home, a whisper of the person you used to be. Shame is a powerful thing, and you wore it like a wedding veil over your face. Paul would always help you, silently. Never asking outright what had happened between you and the Harkonnen, but somehow always knowing. Your brother, your salvation, breaks your heart everytime he grabs your hand, and leads you away from the predator in the room.

The date of your engagement party has been set a week into the future. The nervous bustling of the court only heightening your already wracked thoughts, as the inevitability of your situation begins to haul you to the ground. 

Your Mother took most of the preparations on her back, directing the servants, the kitchen, the musicians. She picked out a dress for you, some flowing abomination, which hung in your closet, reminding you every morning, that you will have to wear it with a smile. You hoped, there will be wine at the feast, hope that it will be sweet enough to dull your insides. 

As the date of the feast comes closer and closer, you begin to spend more time outside. 

The air is crisp and smells of seawater, and you can't help but inhale fully, every time. You want it seared into your brain, so whenever you're taken away from your home, you can run back to this memory, to the feel of grass under your fingers. 

- You'll catch a cold, if you keep sitting here.

Paul's voice brings you back from your dark thoughts, and you look up, from your spot in the grass. He stands a couple paces back, hands folded behind his back in a manner, that is reminding you of your Father more and more every day. 

- Do you want to join me? - you ask, your lips quirking up into a small smile - Or would you prefer to stand there like a pillar of salt?

Your brother shakes his head, before coming closer and plopping down next to you, his skinny legs stretched out in front of him. The both of you sit in silence for a while, enjoying the breeze ruffling your hair, the smell of ocean and the waves crashing into the cliffs. There are seagulls flying over your heads, and you feel the moisture from the grass seep into your clothing. 

A wistful sigh escapes you, before you can stop it, and you let yourself fall, laying flat on the hill. 

Paul looks down at you, undescribable sadness swimming in his eyes, and an instinct of sister awakes in you, a need to comfort, despite being a wreck yourself. So, you offer him a smile, a tired one, but a smile nonetheless. 

- Do you think we could take the horses for a ride today? - your brother asks with naive hope, his eyes turning to the sea.

- Mother won't allow me to go, she wants me to spend my pondering the proper behavior during the feast - try as you might, you can't hide the bitterness in your voice - Besides, I could fall off and hurt the merchandising. 

Paul's hand finds yours, and he squeezes your fingers tightly. It's hard not to break, in moments like these. When you're forced to remember, you'll most likely never see your family again. 

- If I could do something, anything... - you recognize that feverish note in your brother's voice, it's devoid of reason, impulsive, too much like you.

- But you can't, so you won't.

A frustrated sound escapes his mouth, and he turns back to the sea. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, eyelashes falling heavily on your cheeks. He looks like a Duke, you conclude, and that thought feels strangely comforting. No matter where you'll be shipped off, no matter what life has in store for you in the future, somehow, you know your brother will persevere. 

- Do you remember that time Gurney made us train on the beach? - you ask, a sudden wave of nostalgia washing over you, as the clouds float in the sky above you - Cause of the... The balance. We had to try to balance in the sand.

Paul twists his head towards you, surprised at the turn of the conversation, before cracking a smile. 

- Yes, he slipped on the rocks, nearly broke his backbone - he starts to wave his hands around in a wonderful reenactment of your mentor's fall, before collapsing next to you in the grass.

Your laughter mingles with the sounds of the sea, as the both of you, the future of House Atriedes, share memories, scenes from the life you've lived together. The good and the bad. The horse races through plains and hills of Caladan, the many, many food fights. It's hard to tell, how much time you spend together, laying in the grass, but when you finally fall into silence, the air has become considerably more chilly. A sign, it's time to return to reality, to your duties. 

- You should've been me, and I you - Paul whispers suddenly, and you close your eyes in a pained expression. 

Perhaps it's true. Perhaps Lady Jessica made a mistake, and gave a Daughter where she should've given a Son. Now, it's no longer important. Your roles have been set in place, all you could do, is fulfill them. Somewhere back, in the direction of the Palace you can hear a voice calling your names. A reminder, that the world outside this grassy sanctuary exists, and can't wait any longer. 

You move to stand, Paul gathering himself up closely behind. Your clothes stick to your body, and you're shivering from the cold, but if you could spend just one more moment exactly like that, you would've taken that chance without question. 

An arm snakes around your elbow, and you lean onto your brother's shoulder, as you start to walk back, steps swaying like a pair of drunkards. Then, Paul tugs you closer, you can feel him tense suddenly, as he leans with a sullen expression on his pale face.

- I hate the way he looks at you - he confesses, waves upon waves of righteous Atriedes fury crashing in his voice.

You don't know how to respond to that, so you stay silent, giving his arm a reassuring tug.

That was the last conversation you've had with your brother.

*** While the House Atriedes is characterized by a rather mellow temper, there was one thing they took extremely seriously. And those, unfortunately for you, were engagement rituals. 

So, that's why you sit posed like a porcelain doll in a deep chair, next to your soon-to-be husband, at the foot of a long table, surrounded by music, and dancing, and food. There are ribbons hung from the high ceilings, and flickering lights float around them like little fireflies. You watch, as they dance above you, the ridiculous headdress placed on your hair digs into your skul. Color surrounds you, your own dress flowing like a waterfall, elegant, yet delicate. The pools of fabric gather around your legs, a chiffon monstrosity, that you know, is supposed to make you beautiful. 

And perhaps you would've felt beautiful, if this was any other occasion. A birthday feast, perhaps. Dare you say, and engagement party with someone you actually loved. 

Speaking of which, your betrothed sits beside you, sticking out like a sore thumb. He looks utterly bored, eyes following the celebrating masses, hand playing with a steak knife. Not enough blood for his tastes, you suppose. He's dressed in traditional Harkonnen attire, which you think, doesn't really look that much different from all the other outfits you've seen him in. Black, sleek, efficient. You must be a curious pair, a mass of colorful materials and a black-stone pillar. 

The wine, thankfully, is sweet. It warms your face, and turns your insides into a pleasant mush. You should've eaten more, but then again, it was a celebration of your imprisonment, and if you wanted to get drunk, you would. And you did get drunk. Quickly. 

The dress moves with you, as you slowly slide down the chair, one leg resting up on the seat. A frightfully unbecoming sight, but you can't find it in yourself to care. Another, clumsy drink from your cup, and you sigh deeply, blinking a couple of times to rid yourself of sudden dizziness. 

Your betrothed gives you a look, whether it's of warning or amusement, you're not sure. And you don't care. Your nose scrunches in the general direction of his smooth head, and you take another sip, just to spite him.

- Shut up - you grumble, a slurr entering your words.

- I haven't said a word - he counters, and this time you can see him smile.

- You're thinking, it's annoying.

Feyd Rautha has an unpleasant laugh. 

Sharp and low, and very rough around the edges. It's like listening to an old spaceship try to take off, and you're sure you don't want to hear him laugh ever again. That's it, your goal in this, frankly, fucked up marriage, will be to never make your husband laugh. Although, it's best not to think about it so loudly, he might be a hidden mind reader, and would most likely laugh in your face every day, just to torture you. 

God. You were going to regret every sip come tomorrow morning.

- You're wrapped like a present - Feyd Rautha leans down with a smirk playing on his full lips, and you have to crane your neck to look him straight in the face - Shall I unwrap you here, while your family watches?

Despite the light tone, you shiver under his gaze. Something in the way his body seems relaxed yet tense at the same time tells you, this shameless man would do it in a heartbeat, if you as much as inclined your head. 

- Gross - you groan, hand untangling itself from the amassing of chiffon to push back at his face.

It's the first time, you've touched him out of your own volition, and even in your drunken daze, you note the sudden glint in his eyes. Fingers grab at your wrist, keeping you in place, as he leans further into your touch, turning his head slightly. Wine mixes with sudden embarrassment, as his lips brush against the meat of your palm. Then, black teeth shine and your heart jumps to your throat, as he bites down on your skin, hard enough to make you jump. Tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your thumb, before giving your fingertip a tiny nibble.

You tear your hand away from him, pressing it into your chest with an appalled expression. There are indents just below your thumb in the shape of his teeth, and the confounding feelings you've been trying to stoke for almost a month now, come crashing down upon you.

He looks satisfied with himself, returning back to his seat, and his steak knife. The utensil reflects the flowing lights, and despite yourself you swallow thickly, turning back to your cup, which is quickly becoming empty.

God, it was getting incessantly hot in this cursed dining hall. 

Whether it was the wine, or the sudden wave of knee-bending arousal washing through you, you couldn't tell. (It was both, you were fully aware it was both) And you're uncomfortable, terribly so. You fidget in your seat, almost painfully aware of the heat, which has now spread further down. The fabric of the dress slides against your body, skin becoming far too sensitive, too hungry for touch. You try to relieve some of your torment, legs squeezing and rubbing together. Treacherous tongues of self-awareness rear its ugly heads, and you look up, and...

Of course he noticed. 

Feyd Rautha places his chin in his hand, and he observes you with a knowing look, which turns dark and terrifying as soon as your eyes meet.

- Careful, lest the court starts talking - he warns you, his voice somehow becoming deeper than before, and you take a shuddering breath.

Dagnerous, this is dangerous.

 You're seated far away from your family, from any consolation, and even if they were close enough to intervene, the masses of dancing people, the sound of their laughter... Your heart stops, a snake curling itself around your insides. Truly, if that beast of a man wanted to, he could make do of his threat from earlier, and take you where you sit. Haunted by that thought, both terrifying and arousing, you down the rest of your wine. 

It doesn't taste as good anymore. Hell, it threatens to come back up, until you force it to sit in your stomach. 

Duncan, you need to find Duncan, or you'll do something incredibly stupid. You'll do something incredibly stupid either way, but at least the regret will be less biting. So, pulling yourself up on trembling arms, you shuffle out of your chair, your betrothed's heated gaze following you on your way through the hall. 

People don't even look at you, too enraptured with free food and drinks, and the music, which flows loudly through the air. Good, in any other case, the Duke's Daughter, stumbling drunk through corridors, would certainly lift some eyebrows. Your feet carry you towards the training barracks, a familiar route you've followed many times. Indulging in sex with your Father's most trusted advisor was not the healthiest form of regulating emotions, but you needed something, and God knows, you'd rather die than get it from anyone else. From Him especially.

The choice is made for you, however, as a strong hand wraps itself around your arm, just above your elbow, yanking you backwards, behind a stone column. The world spins in front of your eyes, and for a second you worry the company of wine warming your insides is about to abandon you along with breakfast. 

- Do you truly thought, you could sneak away from me?

Finally, your eyes focus on Fey Rautha's face, almost demonic in the low light of the corridor. Shadows play on his expression, falling heavily over his eyes, and you try to wrench yourself from his grasp.

- What I do is none of your business - you slurr out, wringing your arm every which way, his fingers digging painfully into your flesh - Let go of me.

The Harkonnen presses himself closer to you, trapping your body between the stone and himself. His nose nearly crushes itself into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, taking a disturbing long whiff. You can feel his chest vibrate against your own, as he groans deep within his throat. It sobers you up in record speed, and you start to thrash in his hold. He subdues your outburst, as if he was made for it, before dragging his nose up, towards your hair. You snarl like a wild animal.

- Let me go. 

His body moves on its own accord, tearing itself away from you in an instant, legs tripping over themselves, to put distance between your bodies. He looks up at you, muscles tense and an expression of shock painted across his pale face. 

The ability to use the Voice was something you rarely took part in. Training sessions with your Mother went well, as expected of a woman, but you still had a lot of work ahead of you. You blink forcefully, steadying yourself against the wall behind you. Then, you notice the borderline murderous look on your soon-to-be husband's face.

- Witch - he spits out, baring his blackened teeth at you.

- I am the Daughter of Duke Atriedes - your voice carries a note of righteous pride, despite dread climbing up your spine - And you will treat me with respect, wedded or not.

He straightens himself with petrifying speed, and as he takes a step towards you, actions overtake reflection. Your hand winds back, and you bring a resounding slap across his sharp cheekbone. While your palm blooms with pain, he seems to barely react, closing the distance between the two of you after a tense beat. Before you have a chance to react again, his hands grab at your face, and his lips crash against yours in a punishing kiss.

Teeth clink together and the momentum of the kiss makes your head collide with the stone pillar behind you. He's fingers dig into your cheeks and your jaw, as he devours you completely, bringing down all your defences in one swoop. You kiss him back, almost immediately, opening your mouth to let him in, to meet his tongue halfway. It's almost grotesque, how much you hate and love this at the same time, the buzzing of the wine mixing with the sound of your racing heart, with the sound of his unabashed sounds of pleasure. 

Hands flail at your sides, as you grab all you can take, pulling him even closer by the thick fabric of his tunic. 

His hands however, know exactly what they want, and as he lets go of your face, they both sink down. Fingers hook into the neckline of your dress, and he tears it down, your entire body swaying with the force of his movement. Your breasts are freed for only just a moment, cold air hitting them in a way that would be uncomfortable, if they weren't immediately covered by your betrothed's large palm. He palms at your chest, as if he wants to crush it, and you bite back a whine, which threatens to spill from your abused lips. 

- Don't - he growls a warning, unoccupied hand tangling itself within your hair - Sing.

And you do. As his mouth descends upon your neglected breast, where he alternates between licks and bites that make your back fly off the wall. Once again you don't know what to do with your hands, finding them entirely useless in the Harkonnen's overpowering grasp. One, grabs at his shoulder, undecided on whether to push him off, or pull him in closer. The other one scratches four lines into his skull, as he sucks on the sensitive skin under your ribs. 

Finally, he detaches from you completely, standing straight and regarding you with a look so intensely ravenous, it shakes you to your core. Your exposed chest rises and falls in tandem with your heaving breaths, and you shiver, as cold air hits your skin. His gaze drinks in your dissheveled hair, the way your lips are puffy and red. A beautiful sight for his blackened eyes. 

- I know who you went looking for - he starts, stalking towards you once again - Can't have that, can I?

You debate feigning confusion, outrage at such accusation, which hasn't really been uttered yet. But, as Feyd Rautha stops just short of the bottom hem of your dress, you suddenly find yourself unable to speak. Instead, as a last ditched effort to rid yourself of him, your hand extends, a half-hazard attempt at liberation. He swats it away, as one would a mere fly, before sinking to his knees in front of you. 

- Lift up your dress, Viper - his voice is like thunder in your ears, and you bite your lips at the sight of his eyes, dark and surprisingly eager.

Hands move clumsily in an effort to gather all those translucent layers. You nearly trip over yourself, earning a rather nasty chuckle from below. As soon, as your legs are visible, he dives between the chiffon, his head dissapearing from sight. You can feel his lips, traveling up the expanse of your calf, giving a light bite under your knee. 

Anticipation siezes your gut, and you grab onto the wall, as if that would save you. His hands grab your leg, skin incredibly warm to the touch for someone who looks so cold, and then, with forceful tugs, he starts to manouver you. 

You let out an unbecoming squeak, as he yanks your leg over his shoulder. Strong hands keep you in place, and he reaches out around the upper part of your thigh to all but tear your undergarments off of your core. The force of this action makes you jump in place on your one available leg, just to hold your balance, and for a second you consider swatting at him. 

That thought leaves you almost immediately after it appears, as an onslaugh of kitten licks unleashes downward. A vague, head like shape moves under your dress, the chiffon floating from place to place like a hypnotizing river. The wine must've heightened your senses to an alarming degree, because as soon as Feyd Rautha begins his ministrations, you're a mess. 

It's honestly humiliating, the way you fight for any purchase on the wall behind you, as he begins to lick in earnes, parting your legs further with one hand, while the other wraps securely around your used leg. While there, he cops a feel of your behind, fingers biting into the soft flesh, and you lock your lower lip between your teeth so hard, you can taste blood on your tongue.

As if he's developed some new telepathic talents, his hand leaves your ass, in favor of winding up, and slapping it harshly. The action makes your jump in place once again, a sound stuck between outrage and glee fleeing your throat, before you have the chance to stop it. Right, "sing", you remind yourself, and immediately feel him change his tactics. 

Your bundle of nerves opens new possibilities of torment, and as his lips close around the bud, you can't help the whine, escaping through your lips. The music is loud, you remind yourself. They won't hear, no one will hear. His hand pushes your dangling leg further up your shoulder, and your back arches from the stone. You will be sore as all hell after this is done, but for now, it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters, except the way your betrothed eats you out, like a man who's been starved for decades.

- Oh shit - you curse, hands flailing uselessly - Oh fuck!

All of a sudden, everything stops, and your building peak subsides into a dissatisfactory simmer. Feyd Rautha's head emerges from under the fabric, a terrible, shit-eating grin on his wet lips.

- Such language? - he teases, tongue darting out to lap at your arousal - So unbecoming of a-...

- Fucking don't stop! - there's panic in your movements, as you grab the back of his head, and shove him right under your dress again.

The laughter should be unsettling for you, but he returns to his post with twice as much motivation, and however more strength, and before you know it, your orgasm sneaks upon you. A sudden tightness in your core is all the warning you get, before the coil snaps, and your entire body starts to spasm in pleasure. 

It's good. Incredibly so. You'd risk saying it's the most intense you've ever came, but never out loud, never to him. That shameful secret was between you and whatever God that was listening. Stars erupt behind your eyelids, your breathing stopping for just a moment. 

And then you go deliciously limp, legs giving out completely. 

To his credit, the Harkonnen catches you before you hit the floor, the arm curling around your leg proving to be an unmeasurable support. His head emerges from under the dress once again, and he lets you slide down the wall, until you're seated. He sways on the balls of his feet, still towering you, even as he crouches. 

You swallow, throat slightly raw from all the noise you've done moments ago, and he follows the movements of your neck muscles with greedy eyes. Still greedy, after taking so much. Truly, he was a Harkonnen. And before you can stop yourself, a thought materializes in your brain, a treacherous little information, which would shake you to the core, if your muscles weren't currently made of taffy.

He blushes pink. Your betrothed blushes pink, from the exercise of making you cum on his tongue alone. God, what a precious sight.

He must've noticed the serene smile playing upon your lips, and his nature to ruin comes to light. His hand reaches back, and you freeze in your spot, as you recognize that damned golden steak knife. The blade shines in the dimly lit corridor, making your breathing faster, questions swimming behind your eyes. You don't really want to fight him in this state, but you fucking will, if he tries anything. 

- An engagement present, for you, Viper. - he rasps, licking his reddened lips in an obscene display, which doesn't repulse you quite as much as it should. 

- I have nothing to give in return - your voice is stern, and your betrothed flashes you an evil grin.

Then, he presents you the tip of the knife, golden utensil hanging between his slender fingers, and you look up at him, not understanding what is expected of you. Placing one knee on the floor, Feyd Rautha lowers himself to your eye level, for the hundredth of times surprising you with the sheer grace in his movements. 

- Kiss - he whispers, into the space between the both of you.

Your eyes fall to the knife, then, to him and you take a long, deep breath. Pride, your biggest flaw, takes a deadly hit, as the man twists the knife in his fingers, looking at you expectedly. You hate him, truly and deeply, and it must be showing on your face, because he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, as soon as your eyes meet. 

Swallowing your pride, you keep his gaze, leaning towards the blade. Your lips press delicately against the cool metal and the Harkonnen flashes you a nasty, self-satisfied smirk, before slipping the knife up his sleeve and standing up. 

- I'll see you back at the feast - he gives you a small bow, and you press your lips tightly together.

- Fuck you.

- After the wedding, my Viper.

And with that, he turns around.

 You're left there, on the floor, your dignity in shambles, the exertion catching up to you all at once, as if his presence alone was the only thing keeping you from feeling pain. A stupid thought, you chastize yourself, before slowly pulling yourself from the cold tiles. 

It takes you a couple of shameful minutes, trying to put yourself back together again. The ridiculous headdress, which has slipped all the way down from your hair, will probably never look the same, as when your Mother has styled it, but you can't find it in yourself to care. 

The music still plays, as you enter the hall, and thankfully, no one notices your arrival. No one but your betrothed, who raises his drinking cup in your direction, as if nothing had happened. His face is annoying, you conclude, and turn away, your aching legs taking you towards the center of the room, where people danced and sang in celebration of your engagement. What a lovely sight, what a lovely couple. Opposites attract, right?

Bitter, aching and humiliated, you throw yourself into the crowd, let it sway you from place to place, as you dance away this whole wretched week. The whole month-long courting rituals, which were just a bullshit attempt at torture. 

It's said, that when Death comes to take your soul, you're allowed one more dance before the eternal void. 

So you dance. 

#my writing #dune part 2 #dune x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha smut #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x you #tennis ball strikes again #i would also like to thank tiktok editing community for giving me material to daydream about #im seeing this movie again on thursday totally not because i want to write the most accurate smut in the next chapter

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good morning || ingrid engen x reader ||

you're not a morning person, but ingrid tries to make an early morning easier on you.

you had never been one for an early wake up. even whenever ingrid let you sleep in, things weren't exactly easy. luckily, ingrid had been around you, both as a friend and your girlfriend, to know exactly how to make waking up easier for the both of you. admittedly, it was easier now that the two of you were together and ingrid had learned the quickest possible way to get you out of a bad mood.

"morning eskling," ingrid said softly. she was always careful to speak soft and quiet to you in the morning. ingrid noticed the way that you whined and tried to turn onto your stomach to get away from her. "come on, we need to get up."

"no," you grumbled. ingrid smiled to herself at the way your accent really shone through whenever you were tired. you tried to get away from her, but ingrid leaned over to press kisses to your cheek. she was peppering every bit of your face and neck in kisses, only stopping when you turned over to lay on your back. "all that and you won't give me a real kiss?"

"come on, let's get up and then i'll give you more kisses than you'll know what to do with," ingrid promised you. you were pouting the entire time, but you did follow ingrid out of bed and into the bathroom for your morning routine. she moved much quicker than you, which really just meant that by the time you got to the kitchen, she had two of your pre-prepped breakfast bowls and cups of coffee ready.

"you're a godsend." you sat down at the bar and immediately dug into your food. ingrid smiled as she sipped on her coffee and watched you. she didn't understand how you consistently ate like you were starving. it didn't matter what time of day it was or how much food you had, you ate the same way every single time. it had been a pretty big point of teasing for a lot of your teammates at various clubs. "ahem, my kisses."

"not when you've got yogurt all over half your face," ingrid teased. you pulled the inside of your shirt up to wipe away the bottom of your face. ingrid sighed as she leaned in, finally giving you what you wanted. "i swear you're like a toddler sometimes."

"i was much worse as a toddler, just ask my mami or ona. apparently i used to have quite the biting problem," you told her. ingrid believed it, she had never been with someone who was as keen on marking your territory with hickeys as you were. she thought it was some ridiculous possessive bullshit, but you were the least jealous person that she had ever met.

"you do realize that you'll probably need to go take a shower before we go to training now, right?" ingrid asked as she watched you spill a bit of your coffee on yourself. you were almost always a complete mess in the morning. you quickly downed the rest of your coffee and put your dishes into the sink before you raced off into the bathroom.

ingrid patiently waited for you to get out of the shower. you looked a lot more awake than you had been just moments before, but she could still see how tired you were. ingrid felt bad for making you get up so early, but the two of you had a long day ahead of yourself. the call time for training had been moved up hours ahead to allow for everybody who had resigned or signed for the first time to get their picture taken before the actual practice commenced.

"ingrid?" you called out as you sat down in the passenger's seat.

"yes, eskling," ingrid answered. you pouted at her, and she knew what you wanted before you even asked.

"can i have another kiss or like, five?" you asked. ingrid chuckled as she leaned over the console and pulled you in for a kiss. the first couple were nothing more than quick pecks, but you managed to hold her in for the third one. after that, ingrid gave you one more quick peck. you pouted as she started to pull away, which was when you felt her press one last kiss to your lips.

this one was the kiss to really wake you up. she squeezed your jaw a little, just enough for you to open your mouth. her tongue slipped past your lips, licking into your mouth several times as the hand on your jaw migrated down to your neck. ingrid squeezed gently, causing you to gasp into her mouth. you were definitely in a bit of a haze whenever ingrid really pulled away this time to pull out of her parking spot.

"i love you," you mumbled as you rested your head against the headrest and looked at her. ingrid placed one of her hands on your knee, squeezing gently as she smiled over at you.

"i love you too," ingrid told you. your heart fluttered in your chest at her words, something that you didn't think you'd ever get over. you could hear her tell you that she loved you a million times and it would never lose its magic.

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #ingrid engen imagine #ingrid engen x reader

[bachiras-toaster]

a masked monster : ̗̀➛

YUTA OKKOTSU x fem!reader ( x Toge Inumaki)

contents. smut, dubcon, use of cursed speech, reader has sex with yuta thinking it’s inumaki, alcohol consumption, not proof read

wc. 2.2k

sypnosis. yuta wants to have his way with inumaki’s girlfriend

Parties that involved alcohol were a mess.

Although, halloween parties that involved alcohol were an even bigger mess, because now, not only was your memory hazed with the vodka, you also couldn’t recognise anybody; nobody was wearing their regular outfits, and their faces were regularly covered by masks and glasses that accompanied their costumes.

You had trusted your boyfriend, Inumaki, to keep you safe as you downed more and more of the drinks that the homeowner had to offer their guests; and as you ingested more cups of booze, the hazy vision of your boyfriend's serial-killer mask became blurrier from a distance.

You became more erratic, more excited as you partied harder- It was getting easier to tire yourself out, and it wasn't long before you felt the aftereffects of being blackout drunk since you sensed that you had been stumbling through the corridors of the house, passing by what looked to be Megumi... Or was it Yuta? Their hair was almost the same, so how were you supposed to tell the difference? You could barely make out their face, so it was impossible to deduce.

Well, it must have been Megumi, because it certainly wasn't Yuta. The real Yuta, in fact, had been standing in an adjacent corner to Inumaki, who had given him his mask to hold while he helped to wheel more kegs of beer into the house with Yuji so that Maki could engage in a drinking competition with Todo. Although the guests at the party all seemed incredibly invested in the showdown that was about to commence between the two of them, Yuta couldn't care less, and to be honest, he seemed a little annoyed that Inumaki cared more about the contest than taking care of you.

Perhaps if Yuta had known that you told Inumaki not to constantly follow you around and take care of you, he would've been much more lenient with how he thought of him... Or maybe he wouldn't have. Of course, this is Yuta we're talking about. You had pleaded your boyfriend to just let you have fun and for him to just go off and do his own thing, so he must've just been following your orders.

However, Yuta saw it as an insult.

Maybe he thought himself to be some kind of knight in shining armour, one that would appear in times of distress when the prince was nowhere to be found. If Inumaki wasn't going to be there to help you, then that was fine. Yuta would jump into the ring to carry you to safety, just as he had always fantasised about in his little daydreams including you.

He had ascended the stairs, passing by people rushing to the living room to witness the drinking contest, essentially leaving him alone with the only other person on the second floor. Once he had concluded that nobody else was around, Yuta pulled Inumaki's serial-killer mask over his head and pulled his hood up to cover his scruffy-black hair before going off to search for you— Because you'd likely be more open to accept his help if you thought he was your boyfriend.

Of course, despite Yuta believing it obvious that he 100% deserved to be your boyfriend way more than Inumaki did, he knew that he just wasn't as close to you as he would've liked to be. You didn't trust him, you didn't like walking alone with him, and you'd much rather spend time with Inumaki than Yuta. In your head, it's no surprise. Why would you ever prefer to spend time with your boyfriend's best friend? However, Yuta couldn't help but feel a little let down by the constant rejections.

To one of the bedrooms, Yuta pushed the door open to just about see you stumble in front of one of the beds. You were very-much awake, yet still clearly drunk, as you fell to your knees, attempting to grip the bedsheets to pull you up, only to bring the blankets down with you in your descent. Once you had fallen on your back, you stared up at the door, which you had heard open, and greeted the person entering with a wide grin.

"Toge!" You beamed brightly upon viewing the masked man, immediately flipping yourself over so you were on your hands and knees. "I'm glad you got my message!— I was afraid you would've had your phone on silent... I could only send one before my cell died." You grinned, tossing your battery-absent phone in front of you.

A message? Yuta's brain whirred as he thought to himself. If she had sent Inumaki a message, then it could be likely that he would come looking for her soon— Assuming that he wasn't still pre-occupied with the drinking competition.

Yuta closed and locked the door behind him for safekeeping, and he reached for your phone to put it safely away on the nightstand.

He had knelt in front of you when he pulled the phone away from your grasp to put away, and you immediately took control of the situation by grabbing him by the hoodie.

"Don't come down to the floor with me. Bring me up to the bed!" You demanded. "I messaged you telling you to ravish me- The least you could do was do it somewhere comfortable!"

Yuta's cock immediately twitched in his pants.

Oh, he was burdened with such a glorious opportunity.

For some reason, there wasn't an ounce of guilt that came to him when he had hoisted you up onto the mattress, pulling your pants down in a swift tug to reveal yourself in your slick-coated panties. When your pants had fallen down to your ankles, you kicked them away so you had only been left in your top and underwear, opening your legs so that Yuta could be met with your needy, clothed cunt.

"Fuck, look at me, baby..." You whined, your own fingers teasing at the hem of your top. "I need you so bad, you don't understand..."

You wrapped your legs around his waist to force him closer towards you, desperate to feel more of him a you grinded against the crotch of his jeans.

"It's not fair... Before Maki went downstairs, she and Noba' got to do it in the bathroom..." You frowned, weakly lifting up your own shirt—causing Yuta to assist you in the action to reveal your breasts that were squashed together through the use of your push-up bra. "I heard them... And Noba' was telling me about it afterwards too! I wanna do it with my boyfriend at a party as well."

Yuta's face was almost bright red behind the mask he was wearing, though it didn't seem to deter him from what he was doing. As you continued to whine and fiddle at the fly of his jeans, the more that he felt that he really couldn't help himself. Any person with the same amount of love in his heart for you would've done the same... Nobody could have made him feel guilty for gently fishing his cock from his pants and aligning it with your aching pussy.

"Aw—Ngh! T-Toge-!" You babbled as his hips thrust into you at a steady pace. His hands were tightly latched onto your plush thighs, his thumbs gripping your flesh so hard that he may as well have left dents in your skin.

The way you mewled his best friends name was certainly a turn-off for him, but it wasn't like it had been something he could at all change. He certainly wished that it was his name that you were calling as the tip of his cock slid in and out of you, but there was nothing much that he could do without exposing himself and revealing his dark pervertedness. So for his own, pure benefit- and the fact that he couldn't stans you moan Inumaki's name one more time, his hand reached towards your lips, sticking both his middle and ring finger deep into your mouth.

Instead of rejected this gesture, you just licked around his digits, sucking the length of his fingers as if it had been something you had done before with your boyfriend. The way you whimpered around his fingers caused saliva to drip down the corners of your lips- an action which had only sped up the harder Yuta's thrusts became. You had sucked on his fingers like it was a pacifier, which only made him want to press his fingertips deeper into that pretty, little mouth of yours. You looked beautiful sprawled out onto the bed beneath him, licking him while taking his dick like a good girl.

Yuta was so close, he could feel his climax building up- and the squeezing of you around his length certainly did not help his desperation. Your legs had began to shake and you were instinctively rubbing at the sensation pooling between your thighs, babbling on about how "it feels so good" and how "nobody does it like you, Toge".

"—Toge—" You whined out, Yuta's fingers still in your mouth, your back arching as the pleasure hit your g-spot over and over again. More spit had leaked from your mouth as you went to speak again, and your indication of wanting to talk caused Yuta to retract his fingers and look at you with open ears.

"—C'mere—" You beckoned, holding one of your hands up to cup the side of his face. "I— Wanna kiss you..."

Your thumb hooked the edge of his mask, which immediately made his heart pound. Yuta had slown his thrusts down immensely and grabbed you by the wrist to prevent you from lifting up the mask. This action had only entailed more confusion from your part.

"...Please..." You begged. "Please— I'm so close, just... Let me kiss you..." You pleaded, leaning up to prepare yourself for an embrace from him.

He didn't want his identity to be revealed to you- which was something that would most definitely if you saw that he didn't possess the seal of the Inumaki clan around his mouth. It was something that would have been an immediate, dead give away- which is why his heart practically dropped when your other hand had reached up to tug at the bottom of his mask instead.

However, Yuta had reacted quickly. Using his own technique of mimicry, he had swiftly copied the technique of cursed speech- one that had been possessed by Inumaki himself; and in copying such an ability, the snake and fangs tattoos had generated on his tongue and cheeks.

Yuta had leant back a bit so you were only able to pull the bottom half of his mask off, but you seemed satisfied with it either way. All it took was to see the very same Inumaki clan-tattooed lips that you kissed every day to make you understand that you truly must have been in safe hands.

Noticing that you had no intention of pulling the mask up any more than you had, he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them into his, leaning down so he was pinning both of your palms firmly onto the bed so that you wouldn't attempt to unmask him again. With the part of his face that he was revealing, he engulfed you in a desperate, sloppy kiss- accompanied by the continuous pumps of his own cock into you. The way you moaned into his mouth feasted at his own pleasure, and the way he could feel your heaving chest press right up against his was even more thrilling.

Though, in the sheer heat off things, Yuta could sense that the mask was beginning to slip off in the midst of the moment. He didn't want to stop now, especially since he was seconds away from finishing, but the mask was becoming dangerously close to falling off and revealing who it truly was behind there. Perhaps it was because you had lifted it to reveal his mouth to you, but as he continued kissing you, the felt the plastic steadily retract from his face. You must've sensed it too, because your eyes had opened just the tiniest amount, probably in the hopes to see the face of your boyfriend.

It was a shame that he had to do this, especially since you hadnt seemed to reach your high yet- he supposed that he would just need to finish without you. Yuta pulled away from the kiss for just a split-second, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of your lips as he initiated Inumaki's technique.

"Sleep."

Your body went limp as it was put to rest almost instantly, and it was then thay Yuta felt his cock burst with pleasure, pulling out to shoot the ropes of thick cum across your softly breathing stomach.

Fuck.

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[honeyhenry]

Apple Pie and You and I (And a Baby!)

The Seresins finding out about baby was the most highly voted option after the first part and so I'm delighted to share this as a new instalment! Warnings; pregnancy. part 1

As a proud and loving husband, Jake Seresin had been head instigator of every family planning conversation you can remember, often piping up with "C'mon darlin', let me put a baby in ya, hm?" when he was loving on you. Whether he was kissing you playfully in the kitchen or caring for and caressing you in the bedroom, he'd meant every word, every time. The absence of birth control and 3 months of pure Seresin talent and dedication had led to a handful of positive tests and many joyful tears as you'd told him the good news.

"Jake" you'd whispered softly, his eyebrows furrowing in concern while he'd watched the tears track your cheeks, seeping into the fibres of his tight black t-shirt. "Jake, honey, we're having a baby. We did it." His stature had slackened, mouth opening as if to speak, omitting nothing but the breath that had been knocked out of him entirely at the news. All too soon though, he's holding you close and those green eyes you so adore hold so many promises before he even utters a word.

"Oh honey...a baby? Really?" You can remember the shine in his eyes and the dimpled grin that smothered his face. "One of our own that's gonna look like you - oh honey I adore you." Before you could even speak again, he'd followed up with a quick "and you" while tenderly rubbing the pad of his thumb over your stomach.

Reacting to the news was never going to be the issue for Jake. The issue was that he was too darn proud to keep the news quiet until you hit the 12 week mark. You're pretty certain the local gas station workers, his mechanic, and half the staff at your local coffee place know of Baby Seresin. All anyone would need to see to figure out the source of his happiness is the inside of his locker - the reminders for why he does his job. There, he cherishes an older photograph of you both on a date, one of you on honeymoon, and now plastered to the inside of the metal container is a shiny square monochromatic picture of a blob. The best, most advanced little blob in the whole world, if you asked him.

Being at the family ranch for a couple of weeks had proven to be challenging, each passing day finding Jake growing more and more impatient in having to wait to tell his family the news. The Seresins were close - so emphatically empathetic to each others' circumstances and emotions that you both knew they'd all be thrilled for you both and beg you to stay longer, ask a million questions, and volunteer for babysitting duties immediately.

So on the morning commencing that glorious twelfth week, as the sun rose up over the Seresin ranch, you were not surprised in the slightest to find Jake already awake and rubbing your belly, gazing at you as if you hung the moon and stars in the sky. "Today's the day, Mama" he'd grinned, like a child on Christmas day, "Mom's gonna cry, I just know it. She'll say 'Oh Jacob, oh my Jacob a father himself! And maybe this'll be the first Seresin girl in this generation too!'" he stated, toning his voice higher than usual, making you giggle. A sound he would never tire of hearing.

"Well, we just want them healthy. There's always the next one," you tease as he shuffles back up the bed to you, leaning over you on one arm before working his typical charm with a cocked eyebrow; "Honey I’d give you ten little Seresins if that’s what you wanted. All you gotta do is ask." In response, you spend a couple more hours in bed, making plans in between some soft, whispered loving in his creaky childhood bed.

By lunchtime you'd both managed to dress and get ready for the day. Being a bright and warm Saturday, preparations were already underway for the big family lunch set out each weekend. Kids scrambling around the table, older cousins placing cutlery out in a clatter, Aunts passing water cups and sparkling ciders around while most of the Uncles cheer over the football game before it’s turned off to enjoy the "precious family time" as Grammie calls it. Everyone knows it's in their best interest to respect Grammie's wishes.

Dinner is served and no one questions your sobriety since many others opt for a water on the hot May afternoon. Grammie and Momma have been cooking a delicious home-grown and home-made pot pie that Jake remembers eating as a child himself around the very same table he sits at now with you. Soon, his own child will sit and eat this pot pie with clumsy hands and a smile that he truly hopes matches yours. With a squeeze of your hand, he signals to you he's ready tell the world your exciting news.

Clearing his throat, Jake stands, his broad shoulders allowing him to be easily noticed as people continue to chew but turn to face the handsome aviator. "First of all, I gotta say...it is so good to be back in the country, we are so at home here and we love y'all so much." You watch as his sisters smile, his Momma hanging on his words as if she could predict their importance. " Anyways...I see many people around the table, all that have a little bit of that good old Seresin spirit in them. Well, we have some news." The room is silent - the younger ones adore their Uncle Jake and hang on his every word, or are too busy eating to make a sound. "My beautiful wife here has a little Seresin spirit growin right inside her. Our own slice of heaven, due t'arrive a’couple weeks before Christmas."

As expected, the entire room erupts. Momma Seresin is the first to make her way to you, pulling you in for a hug as his sisters follow suit, squealing and bubbling over with excitement. In amongst the beautiful chaos, you see how Jake's Dad and other family members shake his hand in congratulations, smothering him in hugs when given the chance.

"Be gentle with her please, ladies. Precious cargo." You hear your husband's voice, dripping like honey with sheer pride and elation as they continue to fuss over you. Over the million questions and tight squeezes you feel, you know that to be surrounded by such love and care is a true blessing - there is an entire army supporting your growing family, and Jake is leading the charge.

As everyone sits back down to digest the news and ask even more questions, Momma pipes up, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief, keeping her son close to her at the table. "Oh y’all are gonna be the best parents, my Jacob, a father! My baby havin' a baby of his own!"

Noticing that Grammie has stayed quiet, you watch her view the joyful family interactions with a tearful smile while looking over proudly at Jake. Your eyes are shiny too while your hand moves freely to your stomach, as if reassuring your baby that they truly are so loved already. You're not quite showing yet - much to Jake's dismay - but you have an inkling that those Seresin genes will catch up quickly.

You find Jake's hand, gazing up at him as he answers questions, shining with pride while you're happy to sit and hold your little belly close. "We're gonna come back as much as possible too, really wanna give 'em the same childhood as I had here in Texas..." he looks to you and smiles. "We're just excited to bring a baby into the world that gets to be a part of this family." He swallows thickly and you know he's holding it together as best as he can.

Before his words decide to fail him, one of his cousins taps his bottle of cider and raises it up in the air. "A toast!" he announces; "To a new child, grandchild, great grandchild, cousin, niece or nephew….and to the girl who’s makin a daddy outta Jacob Seresin. The boy done good, we wish y’all all the joy with your bundle. To the newest baby Seresin!"

Everyone raises their glasses in the air, repeating the toast to your littlest love before cheering and drinking together, while Jake swoops in for the sweetest kiss.

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[adore-laur]

CALIFORNIA DUSK

— birth of baby #2 in the dadrry universe 🌊

——

6:24 AM

California dawn brings serenity to the house. The sun is leisurely rising, painting the sky with wispy pink brushstrokes across an endless canvas of powder blue. Seagulls croon as they fly parallel to the hazy horizon, gracefully dipping their claws down in the water to catch their first meal of the day. Waves crash against the vacant ocean shore with persistence as if to announce that morning has arrived once again.

Soon, golden rays will seep through the flowing curtains and cast shapes on the hardwood floors. The trees will start to sway from the coastal breeze, sending earthy scents of pine and cedar into the kitchen. Toys scattered in the living room from the night before will be left alone to wallow until their owner sleepily waddles from her bedroom with a yawn and an empty stomach.

A spoon clinks against the edge of a mug, echoing throughout the tranquil kitchen as chickadees sing their song near the window. Yet the current calmness of your surroundings doesn't quite match how you feel inside.

Being awake for the past two hours — hunched over the kitchen island and rocking side to side while breathing through painful cramping — isn't how you would've liked to commence your morning. Harry is brewing homemade coffee for himself since there's a high chance it will be a long, tiresome day ahead. He's been up with you since you started having contractions, and you tried to convince him to keep sleeping, but there was no way to persuade him since he's naturally an early riser. Also, you know he would never let you handle the discomfort alone.

Your daughter is still fast asleep in her room down the hall, oblivious to how soon she'll be a big sister. You're not looking to traumatize her at a young age, so Harry's mother is on her way to pick her up in case you give birth.

You've decided on a natural water birth this time. Being in the hospital for your first child was tolerable, but the atmosphere gave you tremendous anxiety. The nurses hovering over you, the constant beeping of the machines, and the stale room all felt suffocating. You're confident you'll feel more at ease in the comfort of your own home with only Harry and the midwife witnessing you in your most vulnerable state.

As the pain temporarily alleviates in your abdomen, you slowly straighten your posture and walk some laps around the living room. There's nothing you can do except hang tight and see if anything progresses. The contractions haven't gotten to the point of unbearable, but they still beg the question of whether you'll be having a baby today. It's a waiting game.

Harry is surprisingly relaxed, but you suppose it's because this isn't his first rodeo. Seeing the difference in his composure compared to the first time you went into labor is humorous. He had clammy hands, was a stuttering mess, and also forgot to bring his driver's license when he drove you to the hospital.

Now, it's like he has never been more prepared for anything in his entire life. He could be hiding his nerves well, but otherwise, he's extremely put together as he whistles the "We Just Got a Letter" jingle from Blue's Clues that always gets stuck in his head because your daughter watches the show every morning. He's already dressed for the birth that might not even happen today — swim shorts for when he gets in the birthing pool with you and a faded graphic tee that looks like it has seen better days. His favorite blue baseball cap is snug on his head, covering his messy hair that curls upwards underneath. He looks casually gorgeous in the morning light.

After your tenth lap, you wander back to the kitchen and stand beside Harry as he drops two slices of bread into the toaster. He looks down at you and smiles.

"Hi," he says, leaning his hip against the counter. "Contraction over with?"

"For now," you reply dully. "I'm sure there'll be plenty more."

He jerks his chin toward the sink. "I want you to drink some water."

"I'm not thirsty."

"Please just drink one glass for me, baby," he says, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a jar of grape jam. "Let's not have a repeat of last time."

You roll your eyes and steal a cup from the drying rack. He clearly remembers when you vomited at the hospital just hours before giving birth. Yes, you were dehydrated, but that was the last thing on your mind.

As you sip cloudy tap water, you watch Harry silently spread jam onto his perfectly browned toast. He's been too quiet this morning — entirely cool, calm, and collected. You miss his delirious morning humor.

"You're scaring me."

Harry freezes with the butter knife in his grasp. "Didn't know your husband making breakfast was a fear of yours."

There it is!

"No, not that." You wipe off a glob of jam on his thumb. "You're just really relaxed right now."

Setting his toast on a plate, he turns to you with a crease between his eyebrows. "Should I be freaking out?"

"Well, I might give birth soon," you say, your heart rate increasing at the mere thought. "Doesn't that, I don't know, make you nervous?"

"Of course, I'm nervous," he replies, gently squeezing your shoulders. "I'm sure I'll be a hot mess once you're in full-on labor. I'm just enjoying the morning with you while you're still pregnant. You know… soaking it all in."

You release a shaky exhale, your mind spiraling as everything becomes more real the longer you talk about how you'll be a family of four very soon. "Okay," you whisper unconvincingly. "That makes sense."

Harry obviously doesn't buy it because he stares at you briefly before trapping your fidgeting hands with his own. "What's going on?"

"I'm freaking out," you admit weakly. Your voice wavers, and the lump in your throat is hard to swallow.

His face softens with sympathy as your eyes gloss over with tears. "Let's walk down to the shore," he suggests, kissing your forehead. "Just you and me before it gets crazy in here."

Sniffling, you ask, "What if I can't make it back to the house?"

"Then I'll carry you."

"Good luck with that," you mutter before grabbing your phone from the kitchen table. "Let's go while I have a break from contractions."

He nods, taking his plate and the baby monitor from the countertop, and then leads the way out the patio door.

During the short journey there, your heart blooms with fondness when you catch Harry smiling to himself as he walks, his tattooed arms swinging. It's too endearing not to keep as a permanent memory, so you open the camera on your phone and press record. The fresh air has rapidly lifted your mood, and you're thankful for it.

"What are you grinning about over there?"

Harry looks up and gives the camera a big, open-mouthed smile, pure excitement exuding from him. He's been waiting so patiently for another baby, and now it's slowly but surely becoming reality.

"What's got you so happy?" You laugh and stop recording.

He shrugs, still smiling contagiously. "I can't believe it's happening. It just hit me right now."

Both of you reach the sand and sit away from the lapping waves in case you have to head back to the house promptly. Harry places himself behind you, a position that's supposed to help when a contraction comes. You can hold onto his legs for leverage and support, and he can massage wherever you're hurting.

"I can't believe it either," you reply with a pensive shake of your head.

"Talk to me. How are you feeling?" Harry asks, taking a crunchy bite of toast. "Emotionally, I mean."

Talk to me. It's a three-word sentence he's been saying to you for years. He always wants to know how you're feeling whenever you bottle up your thoughts — anger, sorrow, or happiness. It has never changed, and it never fails to help immensely.

"I'm not as nervous as last time," you answer, closing your eyes when he starts playing with your hair. "I feel more prepared since I know what to expect, but it's terrifying that I'm doing it naturally this time."

He hums in acknowledgment. "That's completely valid. No one expects you to be a hundred percent confident when pushing a baby out, no matter how many times you've done it before. Just know that I'm eternally grateful you've grown two beautiful babies for us. You're a superstar."

"Thanks. I just feel like—" You gasp suddenly, your hand quickly shooting to your side as another contraction hits.

"Okay," Harry says soothingly, grabbing your hand so you can squeeze his own. He quickly unlocks his phone to set a timer. "It's okay. Breathe with me."

You inhale and exhale through the internal pain, the tight cramping making you lean back against his chest. "Harry, it hurts," you cry as your other hand grips his knee. "Ow, ow, ow."

"I've got you. Just breathe through it." He lifts the hem of your oversized shirt and spreads his hand on your stomach. It's stretched beyond belief and has dropped significantly throughout the past week. "Focus on my breathing, all right? And relax your shoulders. They're too tense."

You breathe with him as he massages your lower back. Your face is getting hot, and your throat is dry, but the only thing you can fully pinpoint is the penetrating pain.

"Tell me something. Please distract me."

Harry kisses your temple. "You look really pretty."

"Shut up," you mumble with a laugh that quickly turns into a groan of discomfort.

"I'm serious. I love how you look in the morning when the sun hits your face, like right now. It makes you glow even more than usual. And the way it brightens your eyes reminds me so much of our daughter." He turns your face so you're looking at him. "I see you in her all the time."

You smile weakly and rest your head on the dip between his neck and shoulder. "Yeah, but she has your bunny teeth."

His deep, comforting laugh vibrates against your back. "Mm, you'd be the one to notice that."

You just tiredly nod as the contraction subsides. You take a good guess that you're not close to labor yet because of how far apart and mild they've been so far. The midwife is only five minutes away, so there's no dire need for her to come and check on you.

"I think that one's done." You carefully sit up and release his hand. "How long was it?"

Harry checks his phone. "Forty-seven seconds."

"Short," you think aloud. "They've been irregular, so I think they might be Braxton Hicks."

He dramatically falls back onto the sand and spreads his arms out. "Does that mean no baby today?"

You snort and cuddle up next to him. "Soon. You have to be patient."

He's silent for a minute before asking, "Isn't sex supposed to induce labor?"

You scoff and swat at his chest. "I swear you asked me that last time."

"Oh, I definitely did. You rejected me and then literally didn't go into labor until a week later, remember? Should've listened to me."

"I don't think it would be enjoyable for either of us if we tried. I couldn't even walk down here without feeling like passing out."

Harry draws patterns on your belly with his finger, causing a response of fluttery kicks from the baby. "I know, I'm only joking. We don't have to be anywhere or do anything right now. Let's stay out here for a little bit, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan," you mumble into his shoulder. The world around you drowns out like the shells under the waves as you focus on his heartbeat. The rhythmic thumping of your favorite part of him lulls you to sleep, his hand gently stroking your hair as time passes with each movement of the sun.

Your nerves wash away with each ocean tide, and you know everything will be all right.

——

7:03 PM 

The tub is ready.

You are not.

Harry is already sitting in the circular birthing pool, shirtless and looking like he's ready to deliver the baby himself. You've changed into your swimsuit and are now vaguely listening to what the midwife is telling you as you lean against the wall and suffer through another contraction—a particularly strong one that indicates you're going to start pushing soon.

Your water has already broken, and you're not quite sure why you're waiting until the very last second to get into the tub, but nothing in your mind is making sense due to the overwhelming pain. The bedroom is too small, the lights are too bright, the way Harry's dotingly looking at you is too much, and your body feels too weak even though it's about to perform the most vigorous exercise imaginable.

"We need you in the tub so I can check your dilation," says the midwife, snapping you out of your overthinking spiral.

"I-I can't," you reply helplessly. "I don't think I can do this. I don't want to do this."

You regret not just sucking it up and going to the hospital so they can inject you with an epidural.

"I am going to do everything I can to give you a safe and smooth delivery process," she assures you. "Your husband is waiting for you. He's going to be your support system the entire time, okay? Do you trust him to do that?"

You frantically nod your head—you've never trusted anyone more. "The water will help with the pain," she adds with a kind smile. "It will relax your muscles and will feel very nice. Can you get in the tub for me? Harry will help you."

You look at him, seeing his slightly shaky hands beckon you closer. You swallow and take a deep breath before slowly approaching him. Equipment scatters the floor and the bed beside you—clean blankets, a tarp for the mess, towels, medical supplies, and a cup of ice.

Harry carefully helps you into the birthing tub, positioning you so your back is against his bare chest. Once you're situated in the lukewarm water, you focus on his heartbeat pounding double-time.

"I can't do this," you repeat as you slide your swimsuit bottoms off.

"Yes, you can," Harry says, kneading your shoulders. "It'll be so worth it. We'll have a baby boy or girl to hold tonight."

"I'm scared. What if something goes wrong? What if I can't handle the pain? What if I—"

"Hey," he scolds softly. "Please don't think like that. Remember last time? What did I tell you to do to distract yourself?"

"Count your tattoos."

"That's right. I've gotten quite a few more since then, so get to counting. Distract your mind from the pain. I'm not going anywhere."

You begin counting, starting with your name tattooed on his right thigh. You then grab his left arm and count all the small ones near his hand. The chrysanthemum on the inside of his wrist that represents your daughter's birth flower, along with her date of birth written in cursive underneath. There's also the outline of a wave representing his home with you in California, where you built your life together. They all mean something near and dear to his heart.

The midwife brings you out of your trance when she leans over the pool and checks your dilation as Harry peppers comforting kisses to the back of your head. "You're about eight centimeters," she tells you after a few seconds of uncomfortable inspection.

"I feel like I need to push," you say timidly. "I feel the baby really low."

"We need to wait until you're ten centimeters," she replies. "If you can just hold out a little longer, it'll be much easier to push, okay?"

You nod and let out a long groan when the contraction moves from your lower back to your pelvis.

"Do you want your ice?" Harry asks.

"Yes, please."

He reaches behind him and grabs the cup filled with chipped ice. You begin chewing on a piece to cool your body temperature and force your brain to focus on something else.

Several minutes pass, with Harry whispering loving encouragements as the midwife talks you through what's about to happen. She allows you to exert tiny pushes while applying pressure on your abdomen. Everything goes in one ear and out the other, but you know the moment is almost here. There's no stopping now.

"Do you still feel like you need to push, honey?" the midwife asks, checking your dilation again.

"Yeah. Am I ten centimeters yet?"

"Just about. I'm going to have you push now."

You turn your head and stare at Harry with wide eyes. He messily captures your lips with his, then moves them near your ear. "I'm right behind you. Whatever you need, just let me know. If you need me to get out or scream at me—anything at all."

You look forward when the midwife parts your legs and encourages you to push using all of your strength.

The first push is the most agonizing. Your head throws itself back on Harry's shoulder as you grit your teeth and contract what feels like every muscle in your body. The midwife counts to ten, the seconds dragging on like minutes. Your face is scrunched up tight, and your legs are tense in the water. Harry softly counts in your ear, taking your left hand in his.

Breathe out for three. 

The second push feels like you're on fire and not in a good way. The aching, cramping, and stinging pain shooting all over your body is borderline unbearable. It's felt externally, internally, and everywhere in between. You let a cry escape your mouth as the pain strikes your lower abdomen in full force. Harry kisses your ring finger and sets your hand on his heart.

Breathe out for three. 

The third push gets you the farthest. Your ringing ears distantly hear something along the lines of I can see the head, and you feel a sharp breath from Harry hitting your neck and a kiss behind your ear. When the midwife gets to number two, she pulls the head out. The burning sensation remains, but the most challenging part is out of the way.

Breathe out for three. 

The final push is when you give every ounce of energy you have left, squeezing both of Harry's hands so tightly that you're afraid you might break his bones. You're told to give your strongest and longest push, your entire body rigid as you stop your breathing to make this the last one. Harry chants motivational words from behind you: They're almost here, you're doing so good, I love you. 

Then, all at once, there's release.

Relief.

Remission.

You quickly pull your baby up from under the water and cradle them against your heaving chest. You're shivering from the adrenaline, your body feeling bizarrely empty.

"It's a girl!" announces the midwife as she wipes and rubs her down with a towel.

The tears immediately fall. You hear Harry let out a quiet sob as he buries his face in your neck with trembling lips. With his forehead pressed to your skin, he sniffles while the sound of your baby girl's cries fills the room.

"Would Dad like to cut the cord?"

Harry nods and palms his tear-filled eyes. She passes tiny surgical scissors over to him and stretches the umbilical cord, showing him where to snip. He carefully moves out from behind you and releases an emotional breath as he opens the scissors, but he drops them in the tub because of his shaky hands.

"Sorry," he says with a choked laugh. He picks them up and tries again, successfully cutting the cord. The midwife cheers and begins setting things up for the after-birth process.

You cradle the back of your baby's head and cry with unspeakable happiness. "Hold her," you tell Harry now that she's detached.

He reaches his hands out, and you carefully pass her squirming body over to him. He seems almost lost in a trance for a second, but when her cries die down instantly once her skin meets his, he looks at you with the most breathtaking smile.

She clings to him like a lifeline, her cheek squished against his chest and her tiny hands spread on his collarbones. "Look," he whispers to you with watery eyes. "Look at her."

"I know. She loves you already."

His gaze is now focused on you with an expression conveying so many emotions. You think he's never looked more beautiful.

"Thank you," he mouths.

Those two simple words are spoken with a heavy amount of sincerity. You know what they mean: Thank you for letting me be a father. Thank you for pushing through all the mental and physical changes again. Thank you for her. 

You smile and blink back more tears. "All in a day's work."

Harry shakes his head as his eyes dance over your face. "You're the strongest person I know. I've never seen anything more incredible than what you just did."

"Thank you for helping me through it."

"I always will," he says while stroking your baby girl's back with his large hand. It almost engulfs her entire body.

"Are you insinuating we're going to have more babies?"

"You know I'd have a million with you. You're fuckin' perfect."

You lazily slap his arm. "Don't swear."

He leans in until his forehead touches yours. "Give me a kiss."

"Your lips are dry."

He licks his lips, and you meet his mouth. He hums and grins into the kiss, pulling away from you with a glint in his eyes. "I love you so much," he murmurs before glancing at his daughter. "Both of you. My heart beats for my girls."

"I love you."

A tiny hand suddenly hits Harry's mouth. He sputters a laugh and grabs it, kissing it repeatedly until she lets out a gurgle. He laughs in disbelief and hikes her up to smell her head, the baby scent being one of his favorite parts about having a newborn.

"Already a daddy's girl," you slur tiredly, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

He puckers endless kisses onto her head. "Think I'll keep you forever, angel," he tells her. "Is that okay? Hmm? Gonna be my snuggle bug when I need it the most?"

Her eyes remain closed, and her lips smack as she lets out a silent cry. You look at Harry and find him absolutely mesmerized by her. Every small movement she makes, every change in facial expression, every noise that comes from her—he's watching it all with proud eyes and a permanent smile.

No other man would you want as your husband. No other man would you want to be the father of your babies.

——

8:40 PM

It's been a little over an hour since you gave birth, and since then, you've been moved to the bed after being cleaned up. You've just finished breastfeeding and now lay with her in your arms as you try to fall asleep next to Harry. He's still making calls to his loved ones to tell them the news, and each time he does, he gets emotional all over again when the person on the other line gasps or screams with joy.

He's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, and part of his hair is held back with one of your daughter's pink butterfly clips. You're both running on empty but have never been more blissfully content as she sleeps, her body wrapped in a white swaddle and a baby beanie snug on her head.

The windows are open, letting the ocean breeze waft in and cool your body's dull ache. The midwife had been kind enough to bring you snacks, leaving ice water, a plate of crackers, and a bowl of strawberry yogurt for you on the nightstand. There was an instance when Harry asked for a spoonful of your yogurt, and when you fed it to him, some dropped onto your baby's cheek. You both broke into silent laughter until she got fussy from your movements. Or maybe it was from the cold dollop of yogurt on her sensitive skin. Either way, it was entertaining.

Now, you drift off beside him and feel the soft breaths of your baby girl on your breast as the linen curtains blow in time with the swelling waves meeting the shore.

"Are you awake?" Harry asks quietly after he ends another call.

"Barely," you whisper into his sleeve. It smells like heaven.

He kisses your temple and inhales deeply. "Just got off the phone with my boss. He says congratulations and to name her after him."

You release a laugh laced with drowsiness. "I don't think she'd appreciate being named after an ornery old man."

"True. That was the last call I needed to make, by the way." He scoots down the bed and gently nuzzles his head into your side. "Get some rest. I'll be quiet now."

"I don't want to miss anything," you say, even though your eyes have been involuntarily closing for the past ten minutes.

He lightly scratches up and down your arm. "She's sleeping, my love."

"I know, but what if she does something cute?"

"Then I'll wake you up."

"Promise?" Your eyes droop once again with overpowering fatigue.

"I promise." He seals it with a tender kiss on your shoulder. "You need—"

A knock on the bedroom door interrupts him and makes your head turn toward the sound. The knob jiggles for a few seconds before the door slowly opens with a creak to reveal your daughter standing there. She's holding her favorite blanket, her thumb tucked in her mouth. You assume Harry's mother must have just arrived and is letting her have some alone time with the both of you.

"Hi, lovebug," Harry says softly. "C'mere, we've got a surprise for you."

She cautiously shuffles over to the edge of the bed and inspects the sleeping bundle in your arms. "Did you have fun with grandma today?" you ask her.

She nods distractedly, her eyes still glued to the baby. Harry smiles and picks her up, setting her in his lap. "That's your baby sister," he explains. "You're officially a big sister now."

She looks at him. "Where?"

He lets out a breathy chuckle and shifts her closer to the baby. "Right here, sweetheart. She's sleeping, so you have to be quiet."

"Oh," she whispers. You and Harry exchange endeared smiles.

"Isn't she pretty?" you ask.

"Yeah." Her voice is still a whisper as she pokes the baby's fists. "So little."

"She is," Harry says with a sniffle. "You were once that little. You have no idea how perfectly you fit in my arms."

You kiss her cherubic cheek. "Do you want to hold her?"

She glimpses at Harry as if to ask for permission, and he nods his head in encouragement. He positions her between the two of you, and then you maneuver the baby into her arms while ensuring the head is supported.

The sight is something out of a dream. How attentive she is with her new baby sister, admiring her like a delicate flower, examining her closely like a beautiful specimen, gently touching her nose and puckered lips. She keeps looking at you and Harry when the baby wiggles or makes a noise, a look of pure innocence and curiosity that brings more heartfelt tears to your eyes.

You eventually peel your gaze away from her and find Harry staring at you. A tear falls from his bottom eyelashes, his nostrils flaring from residual emotions hitting him. Reaching over, you thumb away the teardrop and focus on the bay window. The sun has dived below the darkening horizon, allowing stars to faintly dot the sky. Cicadas buzz in nearby bushes, and the night tides of the ocean collide with the sand that will soon be illuminated by the moon.

It's quiet in the bedroom, with nothing but the sound of soft breathing and the occasional coo from the baby. Your family of three is now four, and you've never felt more full of love. The world around you is serene, just like it was during the sunrise before she came into the world.

California dusk has brought you an angel.

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#harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #dad!harry #dadrry #dilfrry #harry styles #adore-laur #california dusk

[ladygoth]

⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧ ᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅɪᴇꜱ ⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧

summary - you try to avoid ghost after your separation but it seems like forces brings him back to you.

text messages with ghost is important to this, specifically text message 09.

alcohol consumption, angst and low-key desperate manipulative ghost?

word count - 1891.

“Honestly, I think I was over-reacting,” you sighed before you pressed the curved tip of the wine glass against your lips, accompanied by Mike and the quiet volume that emitted from his television, the both of you had rested against his yellow sofa you once made fun of the first time you stepped into his home, but ever since the break-up you had learned to love the unique futon.

“I don’t think you were,” Mike shrugged, he had his arm rested behind your shoulders, giving you some comfort throughout the conversation. “Your feelings were valid, you just wanted to hear I love you from Ghost.”

“But what if he’s right? If he just said it, it wouldn’t have been genuine,” you shared and silent, Mike gently shrugged his shoulders.

He appeared somewhat embarrassed with what he had wanted to say, though in the end, he had fought through the feeling. “I believe, that if any other man had been with someone that had looked like you, they would’ve said they loved you on the second day.”

You had laughed as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Shut up,” Mike snickered, “babydoll, everyone thinks you are.”

Comforted, you had gently smiled at his small speech before you took another sip of the expensive wine you had bought. Ever since the break-up, you had been hanging around Jasmine and Mike more often, partying, clubbing and drinking, and you had been taking less of your anxiety and depression pills, you had felt confident and free without them. If Ghost heard what you have done, he would’ve never let you hear the end of it.

Then as punishment he would’ve fucked you, and oh how much you have missed his dick, his tongue, his fingers, the mere thought of it had made heat commence between your legs and a certain shift pulse. You had gently gulped down another drink ere you looked up at Mike. “Should I get back with him---”

“Of course not, he was controlling, possessive and mean, he made you lose contact with your best friend,” Mike winked and humoured you had smirked.

You had been avoiding Ghost ever since he returned from dispatchment, you changed the locks so he couldn’t come in and would make sure he was in his home before you left yours and you had always looked over your shoulders, you had sometimes felt like he was always watching you with those intense eyes of his.

There had been a moment when Ghost had knocked on your door and you had pretended as if you weren’t home, but he knew you were, because he saw you enter your home before he reached it. He told you that he would wait out your home all night and he did, though you were just as stubborn and didn’t leave your home and never responded to anything he had said.

You had spent more time in Mike’s home before you left to yours, accompanied by Coco who had been you biggest comfort throughout the entire separation, the second one being alcohol. There were moments when you found yourself awake in the most embarrassing environments because of it, some of them dangerous, and whenever you did, you’d think about the disapproving look Ghost would have on his face if he saw it, or how disappointed his tone would be. Even through text.

Once again you had found yourself drunk, and had been glad that you called yourself an uber home, conceited that you didn’t need to vomit and in deep need to be touched. Mayhap you’d go to Mike, or just please yourself with one of the toys you had kept hidden in the room.

You had stepped into the elevator and immediately started looking for your keys, you had forgotten to press the button but had informed yourself you’d do it once you find those keys of yours, and intensely focused on your task, you had almost overlooked the recognisable scent that punched through your nose and immediately you had looked up and had felt like air had been trapped in your throat.

Ghost.

He had stood in front of you, his mask on and eyes barely expressive but sharp, he didn’t say anything but had turned to face the buttons and pressed the nub that had led to the floor the both of you lived on. Eventually you had found your keys and had dragged the leather straps of bag up your shoulder, reticently pleading the Universe to take you to your level immediately.

You heart had wanted to leap out of your chest but you had silently calmed yourself down.

“Life is funny, isn’t it?” He said, “all this avoiding me just for me to run into you in the elevator.”

As you clenched your jaw, you had focused your sight on the sealed silver doors of the elevator, the blurry reflection of Ghost had shimmered on it and you had forced yourself to look away. He had his hands in his pockets and had stood tall, per usual, he still looked down at you, he had wanted you to say something, you always did.

“Babydoll,” he called.

Fuck.

“You can’t avoid and ignore me forever, I have stuff in your home I need to get, and I want to speak to you,” he said and anxious, you had looked at your fingers, painted fingernails that had gleamed under the bright light of the elevator. “I’ll speak to you here then.”

Eventually, you had pulled your sight towards him, your head tilting to specifically lock eyes with Ghost. “I don’t think it’s a good idea---”

“You are so stubborn,” he gently joked, “and I’m sorry with how I treated you, you didn’t deserve it luvie.”

You hummed, eyes darted back to your feet, the silverness of the elevator almost glowing white and the glowing ring around the buttons slowly travelled up as the box slowly whizzed past the upcoming floors. “Missed you,” he muttered, “Missed everything about you babydoll---” and the second you had heard the elevator doors ding and spread wide, you had immediately darted through the opening.

You couldn’t.

You couldn’t fall for him again.

“Babydoll!” Ghost called after, his thick British accent coating the area around him as it echoed. He had stepped out of the elevator, the silver doors slowly closing behind him. “Please,” he pleaded, as someone who had barely apologised to people, Ghost had felt a yearn to be forgiven by you, he had understood he should’ve given you the affirmation and statement of his feelings that you deserved.

Though, there had been a certain expression you had on your face, that mirrored the stubbornness he had known so well.

“Get your things,” you exhaled as you twisted your body towards the direction of your home, you had plopped your key in and twisted the lock open, unlocking the once sealed door to the area Ghost used to call home.

Once he followed you into the apartment, he had closed the door behind him, welcoming the memorable warmth he had once grown used to, almost everything looked the same, but the only difference had been the new dog that had darted towards Ghost, and quickly, Ghost had remembered the time you had introduced the pet to him during text, and the long ridiculous name you had given it.

Coco Beau Chanel Riley.

He had wondered if the dog still had his last name. You would’ve apologised for Coco’s loud behaviour, but Coco was a really small dog and could do no harm to someone such like Ghost, plus, Coco was protective over you. Guarded and feisty.

Once you had splashed your key against your desk you had sat down, not uttering another word to Ghost who had clenched his jaw, he stood in front of his door and the barking of Coco had died down as she had now moved her attention towards you, she had jumped against your lap and had curled between your thighs, aware that you had seemed unmoved by Ghost so he must’ve been no threat.

“Just like that?” Ghost pondered and as a response, you had curved your gaze towards him, lips closed with your phone between your hands. “You don’t even want to ‘ear the rest of what I got to say?”

“No.”

“Babydoll, it just can’t end like that---”

“Well, I’ve decided that it did---”

“Your being unfair!”

“God, Simon!” You shrieked, as you had sat up, you had felt your body tense with intense angst and apprehension. “Just get your stuff and leave.”

Silent, Ghost had quickly pondered and briefly he had played with the coating of his leather gloves before he spoke again. “Have you been taking your pills?”

“What?” You snapped.

“Have you been taking your pills?” He thoroughly repeated and clenched, you had leaned back against your sofa, dismissive and as kickback, the tall man had walked towards you. “Doll,” he said and irritated, your eyes had then fell against your dog, you knew what he was doing.

Extending the conversation so he could stay longer, and he knew the questioning about your prescription would be a good conference. “I’ve seen you going out more, even going to Mike’s to drink, babydoll, this isn’t good and you know that. You need me luvie, and I need you.”

You had forced down your spit as you had then motioned yourself to stroke your fingers through Coco’s soft fur. He was such a dick.

For a brief moment, his presence had disappeared as he moved to the bathroom that had your medicine, when he had them, he had filled a glass with water before making his way back towards you. “Come on take them doll,” he muttered and as he sat back down next to you, you had paused, your eyes had remained on the items he had held, processing thoughts backwards and forwards in your mind, and eventually you had given in.

You had swallowed the pills and water and placed the cup Ghost had given you, on the small coffee table in front of the two of you, you had looked away from him, satisfaction emanating from his body as he had watched you take them. “You’ll feel much better,” he cooed, the flat of his thumb gently stroking your jaw and as an anxious response, you had continued to gently rake your digits through Coco’s fur.

“Please go,” you responded and finally you had looked at him, your pretty eyes that had stared into his brown orbs had shown the sour and stubborn aura that you had felt, and without fighting, Ghost had followed your short order, though before he had left, he had neared himself towards you, giving you a hard and deep kiss against the side of your head.

Then he had left, without taking his belongings, he had closed the door behind him before leaving to his apartment, and the lack of his presence once more had made you remember how much you had missed him; with your bottom lips behind your teeth, you had returned to your phone, quested yourself with an action you know Mike would be disappointed with, but shameless, your thumb had hovered over the Ghost’s contact and had pressed the unblock button.

text messages coming back :)

was thinking of this song

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost simon riley

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 7)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

“What’d you think? Should we climb it?” Tyson asks his district partner, teasingly.

She is two years his junior, still not an idiot. The giant pile of sand funneling in from the top of the arena is no hiking expedition. “No, we should save our strength, like Haymitch said.”

“Did you know the tallest mountain in the world was called Mount Everest? Before the founding of our great nation?” He presses on, largely ignoring Y/N’s sage advice.

“What do they call it now?” She wonders.

“Trick question; tallest mountain in the world was actually Mauna Kea.”

“Now’s a bad time for trivia.” Y/N decides, a hand at her brow to shield the blazing sun.

“It’s the only time we’ve got.”

Y/N startles awake, as she always does from dreams of him. Dreams of a stranger, who in under two weeks became her best friend. The games are funny that way, time moves differently there. People who standby you in the arena become closer than people you’ve known for years. The ones that haunt you forever.

She thinks of him often. Though Y/N never had a brother, she decided a long time ago, that is where Tyson fit. How he taunted and teased her, protected and loved her, all at the same time. And when she named her son Everest, sealing the tiniest drop of Tyson in her blood, Y/N found some peace with it. Giving new life to the boy who died so that she might live.

When she hears Peeta recounting the day he fell in love with Katniss, her heart sinks. The gamemakers won’t let them both win. They can’t. President Snow simply won’t allow it. And if what they’re saying now is true, even if one of them survives…

“There’s backstory,” Haymitch muses.

Maybe he believes Seneca would do it, two victors. Or maybe he just wants her to believe that he believes. One thing about Haymitch is that he will lie, either straight up or simply omit key details to shield Y/N. Protect her at any cost, as if she were some fragile thing.

She used to hate it, until she understood. Not fragile; precious. Something more valuable than money, or secrets, even booze. If anything happened to Y/N, his world would simply stop turning. The sun would set and never rise. She is a precious commodity of extremely limited supply. She could never be replaced.

“You need medicine for that leg.” Katniss changes the topic of conversation.

“I don’t get many parachutes.” Peeta admits, though he doesn’t tell her why.

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Like what?”

“Something.” Katniss huffs, into the dimly lit cave.

“I think that was the green light on the meds for Peeta.” It’s go time. Haymitch rises from the bench, offering his hand.

This particular offering will not come cheap, it’s time for the original lovers of district twelve to do what they do best. Work an angle.

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“What do you mean we can’t send medicine? We’ve always been able to send medicine.”

“Not my rules, Mrs. Abernathy.” The woman behind the counter says.

“Of course not, you just work here.” Haymitch smiles.

The Capitol employee returns the gesture.

“We’ve been raising this money all day and Y/N is obviously upset that we can’t go through with sending the medicine, but we understand. Is there any information you could give us to help put our minds at ease about the condition of our tribute?”

The woman looks to Y/N now. District twelve tributes rarely make it this far and everyone is quite taken with the young lovers. Against her better judgment, she motions for Y/N to lean down toward her. “There will be an opportunity for your tribute to receive medicine tomorrow.”

“Is there anything we can send today?” Y/N asks.

“You can send soup.”

“Soup.” Haymitch repeats, with false enthusiasm. “We’ll send them soup.”

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“Attention tributes, commencing at dawn, there will be a feast of sorts, at the cornucopia. Each of you need something desperately and we plan to be…generous hosts.”

“And that is why we couldn’t send medicine,” Haymitch laughs, staring down at the contents of his cup.

They’re trying to wrap this up, everyone’s off in different directions. Bring them back together for one hell of a show before curtain fall.

“Five needs food. Thresh just got bread so…maybe weapons? Two needs…armor? I don’t-” Y/N presses a finger against her temple, desperate for answers.

“You feeling ok?” Haymitch’s brow furrows.

“Yes,” Y/N bites out.

Her husband reels back. It is not uncommon for Y/N to mourn tributes, even ones that aren’t theirs. It is unlike her to take it out on him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Y/N apologizes, immediately. Taking one of his hands in hers.

Haymitch turns his gaze to their twined fingers, she’s shaking, “when’s the last time you ate something?”

“Not hungry.”

“You need to eat,” he decides.

“Nothing tastes right.”

“Listen angel, if they’re gonna poison you, it won’t be here.”

“I must be coming down with something.” Or the stress. Despite all of this, she’s never faired well under duress.

“Probably why you puked in that lady’s ice bucket.” Haymitch notes.

“You know what does sound halfway decent?”

“Hmm?”

“Those little cream puffs with powdered sugar on top.”

Haymitch grins, “I’ll bring a plate.”

He hovers after that. Y/N can’t stand hovering, but she tolerates it. Understanding that it comes from a place of love. She didn’t mean to worry him.

Haymitch can’t sleep. Even after Y/N is out cold.

“I love you so much, Haymitch.”

She who brushes wayward hair from his eyes and runs her nose along the length of his, after the sweetest of kisses. She who believes in him and shows him each day there is a reason his life did not end in the arena. She is the best person he has ever known and he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to deserve her. To deserve that selfless, all consuming, love that she gives so freely.

“I love you forever.” Maybe even longer.

In that, at least he knows there is no cause for concern. Their marriage will not crumble, come hell or high water. Haymitch knows how badly she misses home, their children. In another life he’d ask for ten, as many as Y/N would give him.

The tiny garden, around the back of their house in victor’s village; where Everest plants carrots and other vegetables. Where Arista steals them to feed the wandering geese. The most taciturn, temperamental, creatures she can find are naturally the ones she chooses to care for.

Y/N’s syringes come like clockwork from the Capitol, every three months. Squandering any hope of tiny baby feet. Though she is the best mother, one who plays with her daughter and son, down in the dirt. A mother who loves her children more than anything.

Their lives there are a safe haven, one that exists only in their minds. There is no room for a place like that here. No safety for the children they’ve given life to. Only false hope and broken promises.

And if by some misfortune or Capitol ‘miracle’ a child should slip through, Haymitch would love them. Somehow, someway they’d all make it through. But he hopes, more than anything, that it is not now.

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There is no rush to the viewing room the next morning, everything the tributes need will be at the cornucopia. Katniss gets close to the bag marked ‘12’ and the girl from two is on her. Knocking her back with those damn knives.

They grapple around for a while, before landing with Clove on top. Leaving Katniss no room for escape as she holds the blade to her throat. Haymitch is seated on the bed, watching Y/N pace along the large screen in their bedroom.

Thankfully the boy from eleven takes out one of the two remaining careers. Overhearing her taunt Katniss and brag about killing his district partner.

“Just this time, twelve.” Thresh tells her, gathering his bag from the table. “For Rue.”

With that they’re off; Thresh back to solitude and Katniss to Peeta.

He’s still asleep when she arrives, waking only to the sound of her voice. “I got it. I got your medicine.”

“What happened to you?” Peeta’s eyes focus on the gash across her forehead, courtesy of Clove.

“I’m fine.” Katniss busies herself with opening the canister.

“No you’re not,” Peeta reaches up, “what happened?”

“The girl from two, she threw a knife.”

“You shouldn’t have gone, you said you weren’t gonna go.”

“You got worse.” She replies, simply. Spreading the salve over the length of his wound.

Peeta allows a small cry to pass his lips, grabbing at her wrist. “You need some of that too.”

“I’m ok.” Katniss is more worried about him.

“That feels so much better.” He sighs. “Now you need some too.”

“I’m ok.”

“No, come on. You need it too.”

“Alright.” Katniss finally agrees. Watching Peeta’s tender expression as he thumbs the cream over her injury.

When they wake to the computer generated sunrise and find their cuts have healed, the star crossed lovers set off in search of food.

Peeta to the left, foraging berries while Katniss goes to hunt. Though the separation is not ideal, his heavy footsteps would send any potential prey running. The archer is ready to score them some breakfast when the cannon sounds.

It’s for the girl from five. But Katniss doesn’t know that, so she sets off in search of Peeta.

This time, Y/N and Haymitch are down in the viewing room, overhearing the chatter around them.

“Those berries must be poisonous.”

“I hope Katniss finds him in time.”

Katniss calls out for Peeta again, colliding into him a moment later as Peeta rushes toward the sound of her voice. His fist still closed around a handful of blue berries.

“What happened? Are you ok?” Peeta wonders, holding her tightly as she trembles.

“I heard the cannon. I thought you were dead.”

The boy rests his chin against her shoulder, “I’m right here.”

Katniss pulls back to scold him, smacking the berries from his hand. “That’s nightlock, Peeta. You’d be dead in a minute!”

“I didn’t know,” he stammers.

“Scared me half to death, damn you.” Then she is hugging him again. She can’t explain it, the need to feel him close, know that he is safe.

“I’m sorry.” Peeta breathes, soothing her with a gentle hand, down the length of her back. “I’m sorry.”

When they have settled enough to keep moving, they make the discovery of the red head’s body. Her mouth stained magenta and a few berries still in hand, eyes wide and open.

“I never even knew she was following me.”

“She’s clever.” Katniss always thought so.

“Too clever.”

Katniss leans down, collecting the berries from her hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Maybe Cato likes berries too.”

It’s only half past noon when the sun sets, quickly and without warning.

“Must be in a hurry to end it.” Katniss reasons.

Y/N’s leg is bouncing faster now, vibrating almost.

Haymitch reaches out a hand, resting it atop her thigh to still it.

They wait there, in uncomfortable silence, until the sound of mutts causes Y/N to jump. Even Haymitch flinches when the animals appear, like something out of a nightmare, bits of the fallen tributes mixed in.

They take Thresh, tearing him to pieces and Y/N doesn’t fight when Haymitch wraps her up in his arms. Making a place for herself in his lap, legs dangling over the side of his, not caring if she is heavy. He of course, doesn’t mind, pressing a kiss to the underside her jaw.

Cato is waiting at the top of the cornucopia. When Peeta and Katniss inevitably end up there, the three of them have it out. With Cato’s arm around Peeta’s neck, Katniss is left with no good choices. If she shoots the career’s hand where Peeta is pointing and she misses… But if she doesn’t shoot, he’ll kill Peeta anyway. She takes a deep breath and lets the arrow fly.

Cato’s death is a quick one, a mercy he may not have shown with roles reversed. But it is over, leaving just the tributes from district twelve. Gone is the shadow of night, the sun returning to illuminate the finale.

“Attention, tributes, attention, there’s been a slight rule change.”

Katniss draws her bow, fearing that they are somehow not alone.

Haymitch shifts, bracing himself.

“The previous revision allowing two victors from the same district has been…revoked. Only one may be crowned. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

Katniss and Peeta turn back to one another.

“Go ahead.” Peeta insists, “one of us should go home. One of us has to die, they have to have their victor.”

“No,” Katniss tosses her weapon down, stepping over it to close the space between them. “They don’t. Why should they?” She pulls the nightlock from her pocket.

“No,” Peeta covers her hand with his own.

“Trust me.” Katniss whispers, “trust me.”

And Peeta does, accepting the berries into his palm.

Haymitch lets out a breath, patting the outside of Y/N’s thigh, affectionately. “You did it.” He murmurs, “there’s your victors.” Even though it isn’t fair, even though there will be nothing to show for it. They won.

Y/N leans farther into his embrace. Wishing more than anything for the chance to tell Peeta that she is proud and to tell Katniss…

“Together?” The boys asks.

“Together,” Katniss repeats.

“Ok. One.” Peeta runs his fingertips down the length of her braid.

“Two.”

“Three.”

Together they raise the poison toward their lips.

“Stop.” A voice rings through the arena, “stop! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the winners of the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games.”

For this, the four of them will surely be punished.

Part 8

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[leelei1980]

Mistletoe Menace

A Christmas Eddie Munson one shot:

🛑SMUT WARNING-MATURE CONTENT-18+ ONLY-MINORS DNI🛑

The holiday season was upon you and you felt like in the busyness of the season you and your boyfriend were drifting apart, but leave it to Eddie Munson to bring you back together again…..

Authors note: I wrote this quick and dirty,not my best work but it was fun! Possible misspelling, not really proofread, but I wrote it all in one sitting from an idea I had in my head. Please look past any mistakes that you might find, just pretend that they were never even there😂I hope you enjoy!

Reader-

It was a day. Who were you kidding? It had been a week from hell. The craziness of the holiday season had commenced and instead of people being overtaken with joy and holiday cheer, people were being complete and utter assholes. As if working in retail wasn’t hard enough, it only got worse the closer the countdown to Christmas got.

Your day started with you spilling your coffee all over your shirt, you being 5 minutes late because you had to change your shirt and then circling the parking lot at the mall eight million times trying to find a parking spot without someone taking it first.

You had taken the part time gig at the Mall as a seasonal employee to make some extra cash for the holiday season, you wanted to get your boyfriend something really nice for Christmas, he was 100% the best boyfriend in the world and you wanted to show him how much you loved and appreciated him by getting him a new amplifier for his guitar. He had had his eye on it forever, always commenting on how someday it would be his, every time you walked past the Music Store. Well his wish was finally coming true, in a week he would be unwrapping it on Christmas morning. Just seeing his face light up would make all this bullshit worth it.

You eyed your watch, 20 minutes until quitting time, please god, please don’t let one more person come up to you and ask if you have any more video games out back, if they do you know you are going to lose your shit.

Working retail after the Thanksgiving rush had really put a damper on your holiday spirit. You were always exhausted and decorating for Christmas was the last thing you wanted to do when you got home from your second job. You felt awful about it too, especially because it was your first Christmas with Eddie. You wanted to start new traditions with him, and he seemed so excited about it. You would make it up to him, tomorrow was your day off and you would finally be able to spend some quality time with him.

You missed him, his cheeky smile, his loving touches. Recently the two of you were like two ships passing in the night, he too had been looking to make extra money for the holidays so he had volunteered to go into the shop early, help out with the rush of people needing to have their winter tires changed over. With his early hours and your late hours you barely ever saw each other awake. Most of the time Eddie was asleep by the time you got home. Most nights you would cram a couple of snacks into your mouth, change out of your work clothes and crawl into bed with an already sleeping Eddie. He would roll over and spoon you, tell you he loved and missed you and then you would both fall fast asleep. In the morning when he got up for work he would lightly kiss your lips , tell you he loved you then he was off. The nighttime cuddles were wonderful, but you needed and wanted more and you were determined that tomorrow you were going to get the “Quality time” with your insanely gorgeous boyfriend that you had craved .

Luckily the drive home was short and uneventful, the one blessing of the day, and before you knew it you were turning the doorknob to your modest but cozy apartment and walking inside.

You gasped. Your apartment had been completely transformed into a winter wonderland. There were Christmas lights strung all around the apartment, paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and Mistletoe everywhere. And there in living area was Eddie, wrapping lights around a small Christmas tree in the corner of the room. You couldn’t help the tears that stung the corners of your eyes.

“ Hey Sweetheart, “ He smiled , the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling and his dimples popping.” I , uh, hope you don’t mind, I wanted to surprise you . You’ve been working so goddamn hard, and I know you’ve been wanting to decorate but we just haven’t had the time. “ He shrugged.” I took a couple of hours off of work to get it started. I hope you like it, I’m just kind of winging it-“

You drop your coat and purse on the floor and run to him, wrapping your arms around him as soon as you make contact.” This is incredible, and so sweet. Thank you Baby.” You pressed your lips to his and you felt him draw you closer to his nice, warm body, and you melted into him.

He smiled as you pulled away. “ I figured that if I got the decorating done today, went and got the tree, than maybe we would have more time tomorrow to do .. other things.”

You smirked.”Other things? Like what, Eddie Munson?” You teased.

“ We can decorate the tree, maybe make some cookies….”

“ Those things sound nice.” You leaned your forehead to his, you could feel his big hands sliding from your waist, palming your ass and giving it a squeeze. “ What else could we possibly do tomorrow with our free time?”

He kissed the tip of your nose, than leaned in to whisper.” I could fuck you, over and over and over again. Would you like that Sweetheart?”

You groaned. It felt like it had been forever since the two of you have had sex. You certainly weren’t touch starved, Eddie had always been super affectionate, kisses on top of the head and neck, arms wrapped around you, head nestling into the crook of your neck, hand resting or rubbing on your thigh,he always had to be touching you in some way, and you loved it. But with your new schedule it hadn’t allowed for much awake time together, and by the time you got home you were always so tired…

“ I’m sorry Eddie, I know we haven’t made love in a while-“ you looked away.

“ Hey now,” he removed a hand from your ass to tilt your chin up, bringing your gaze to his.His eyes were full of love and affection.” You have nothing to apologize for Dollface. Life is fucking crazy right now, but it is only temporary. I don’t know how you do it, your fucking Wonder Woman working two jobs. I know we haven’t seen each other much, but as long as I wake up with you beside me I’m happy.”

“ I just miss you so much!”

“ I miss you too Sweetheart but we are almost there. “ He smiled than looked up. We were standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe.” You know what that means Angel.”

You got butterflies in your stomach, just his smile could give you butterflies. “ I guess that means you gotta lay one on me Munson.” You smiled back.

“ Those are the rules.” He dipped in and captured your mouth with his.

Goddamn, this man could kiss. His love and his passion was translated through his kisses, and they made you weak in the knees. Soft and sweet, hungry and needy, sometimes greedy and possessive, you loved them all. Eddies kisses were amazing.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. This is exactly what you needed right now, to be held in his arms.” I love you Eddie.” You murmured into his lips.

“ I love you too Princess.” He walked you backwards a couple of steps then nodded up towards the ceiling.

You looked up and laughed. “Jesus Christ Munson, did you buy every piece of Mistletoe in the entire state of Indiana?” It was literally everywhere.

He smirked.” Well I know how much you like to kiss me…I thought it was romantic.”

“ It is, and your right, kissing you is my favorite thing to do.”

“ Are you sure it is your FAVORITE thing to do Darlin?”

“ I might be able to think of one more thing I like better than kissing.”

“ What would that be Sweetheart?” He asked, A slow smile spreading across his face.

“ I think my FAVORITE thing is when you fuck me. It’s another thing that you are incredibly good at.” And you weren’t lying. Eddie was an extremely talented lover. He was VERY giving, always making sure your needs were met before his own.

“ Well I aim to please.” He leaned his body into you and kissed you ,his mouth and his tongue ravaging yours, his feet slowly walking you back and pressing you up against the wall.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hands slide under your shirt, cupping your breast, running his thumbs over the fabric causing your nipples to peak.

He pulled away for a moment and you raised your arms up over your head, and as you did your fingertips brushed against something hanging above your head.You smiled, “ You even hung it on the wall?”

“ Of course I did Sweetheart, because this is the perfect place for me to fuck you up against the wall. I also have it hidden in other strategic locations, I can’t wait for you to find them.” He smirked and he slipped your shirt off as well as his own.

“ Your such a clever boy. “ You smiled and tugged at his belt buckle, your fingers working quickly, “ Let me guess, you have a sprig of it in here too?” You unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside. God, he was so fucking hard.

“ Mmmm, fuck Princess.”

You pulled down his pants and boxers and practically drooled at the sight of his rock hard member.” Jesus.” You breathed. You wanted him so bad.

He stripped you out of your remaining clothes in a flash and then his mouth and hands were on you, kissing, licking and caressing, his touch giving you goosebumps, making you shiver.

“ You alright Sweetheart?” He asked as he drew your breast into his his mouth.

“ Y-yes, god, I need you so bad Eddie.”

He pulled off with a pop.” What is it you want?” His hand slid down your body, cupping the mound between your legs, his fingers slipping through your slick and circling the little bundle of nerves there.

You moaned and felt your knees go week.” Fuck Eddie, stop teasing me and Fuck me already.”

Eddie smirked.” There she is, there’s my good fucking girl.” He grabbed your ass and lifted you up, you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him. His hard body felt so good against your soft curves. Your body was humming.

He slowly lowered you down onto his cock. You gasped at the sensation of him entering you, stretching you.” Is that what you wanted Princess? You wanted me to fill that sweet little pussy up?”

“ Yes, Baby, that’s what I wanted.” You whined. You loved when your sweet as saccharin boyfriend talked filthy, and he was so good at it, like he was a poet of dirty words.

He slowly withdrew then thrusted back in causing you both to groan.” You feel so fucking good Baby, so fucking warm and tight. “ He leaned in and kissed your neck. “ So fucking perfect, just like you were made for me.”

“ Only for you.” You tugged at his hair as he pounded you into the wall, fucking into you at a relentless pace. You needed this ,you had both needed this.

“ F-feels so good, huh Sweetheart?” He leaned his forehead on yours. “ My perfect girl, taking all I have to give her.”

“ Don’t fucking stop Baby, feels so good. “

“ Wasn’t planning on it Doll. “ He drove up into you.” You going to cum for me my Love?”

“ Yes,” you whimpered as you felt your release build.” So close-“

“ Let it fucking go Angel.”

You felt the wave of pleasure wash over you, enveloping you, your body shuttering as Eddie fucked you through your orgasm, you felt his hips stutter and you knew by the movements, buy the stream of obscenities flying out of his mouth that he had reached his peak as well.

You reached up and held onto his face, peppering him with light kisses as he caught his breath.” I love you so much Baby.”

“ I love you too Darling.” He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose then a soft, sweet kiss on your lips.

“ God, I can’t wait to find the rest of the mistletoe.”

Eddie laughed. “ Neither can I.”

“ Thank you Eddie-“

“ For what Sweetness?” He ran a thumb over your lips.

“For knowing exactly what I needed. The decorations, “ You smiled shyly at him and twirled a piece of his hair around your finger.” The sex. I missed you.”

He smiled.” I missed you too baby.”

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in Eddie’s arms on the couch, watching Christmas movies until you started drifting asleep. When you finally made it to bed you found another piece of mistletoe tied to the headboard, you rubbed your sleepy eyes but smiled and playfully pushed Eddie backwards onto the bed. He pulled you down with him.

“ I guess I owe you a kiss” You straddled him.

He smiled up at you. “ Well, it is tradition.”

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The next day was wonderful, a lazy morning in bed with Eddie, more mistletoe in the shower, breakfast at the diner then home to make Christmas cookies. It was exactly the reset that you needed.

The two of you decorated the tree, you finally gave him the ornaments that you had made him out of an old D&D strategy guide and dice that you found at a thrift store. He looked at them in awe as you handed them over, amazed that you had made them yourself. He grinned and immediately put them on the tree. Your decorations now consisting of lights, snowmen,popcorn garland , dungeons and dragons ornaments and instead of an Angel your tree was topped with a Gene Simmons Kiss doll that you also found at the thrift store. It was awesome and it was totally you guys.

“ I know this last month has been fucking insane, but even with all the crazy, this Christmas has been the best of my life. I fucking love starting new traditions with you.” Eddie pulled you into his lap.

“ Ditto.” You kissed him. “ Please promise me you’ll continue to do the mistletoe game every year.”

“ You don’t need a sprig of tree branch to make out with me Sweetheart-“

“ I know but it’s exciting.”

Oh it was exciting all right. Eddie continued to hide the mistletoe every day from then on right up until Christmas Day. You promised each other that no matter how crazy your day got you would always take a moment to kiss under the mistletoe, to take that moment to be together. Often times the kissing under the mistletoe turned into groping under the mistletoe which then evolved into fucking under the mistletoe, or in one case you giving him a blow job under the mistletoe and another time him going down on you under the mistletoe.

When Christmas Day rolled around you finally got to give him the Amplifier that he had been dreaming about, and the shocked expression on his face made every moment of working at that miserable mall worth it. He was completely flabbergasted. You felt much the same when he knelt down before you with a ring box in his hand, the ring that he had been working extra hours as well to buy, and asked you to marry him…. Under the Mistletoe.

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[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ ANIMAL ✦ KAEYA ALBERICH.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ In the search for hauls Kaeya stumbled upon something greater, something divine that could revive him and his Khaenri'ah.

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader x pirate!kaeya,non - canon divergent lore, hints of supernatural powers, subtle mention of stockholm syndrome, dub-con, ( non-consensual to consensual ) somnophilia. read the part one here ( just the back story. they are not connected but you can consider this as a sequel. both can be enjoyed as a single oneshot. ); 1,2k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

There has been a vague series of events that have been frequenting your mind lately. It starts with a well-built person standing at the entrance of the room, perhaps a man; His face is blurred as he walks into your room, watching you, standing near you, touching you, your face and hair— you could even hear the floorboard creaking, feel the cold of the wind from the sea chilling your skin with goosebumps and the flame in the lamp dying as the man leans towards your face. That is when your slumber disrupts and you sit up but seeing everything around you as it was in your dream does not help.

But seeing Kaeya sitting outside the room with his goblet full of wine soothes your erratic heart rate a bit. Every time you wake up from this particular bad dream, he is some where near you— either outside on the deck or inside the room busy at his study desk. Many a night he has helped you go back to sleep by telling you various stories about his homeland, about the people he knew there.

Does he never sleep? You had thought every time you had found him awake in the dead of night. Kaeya had incorporated another bed in his cabin because the one he used to sleep in is now yours. It has been like that since the day he rescued you. You do not know why he kept you so long and under such protection even though he could have killed you after using you as a tool of pleasure. 

Generally, you would get up from the bed, have a glass of water and walk up to the deck asking him to come inside, to keep you company till you fall asleep again. But tonight it is different. The door is locked and Kaeya is in his bed, at an arm's length from yours, possibly awake. You can only see his long strands of copper-blue hair, his nape, and a part of his shoulder. Everything else is buried under the quilt.

You smile to yourself thinking about the first time you opened your eyes in his cabin, lying in his bed like this and saying “Map maker, I’m a map maker” when he asked about you; that is the only thing you could remember. 

And with a bright and warm smile, he had admitted, “Great. we could use a map maker.” A unified cheer from his crew followed him and you knew from the bottom of your heart that you are safe, you are okay here.

As you get out of bed, you notice a part of your dress as well as the bed wet. It had red stains so you assumed that your month's cycle had commenced. But the next morning you came to the conclusion that it was nothing but red wine, you knew it was a little early for your red cycle. Letting out a laugh you slipped out of your dress thinking how Kaeya can be clumsy sometimes but the thread of suspicion snapped when you noticed some bruises in your inner thigh, and around your taut nipples as your dress dropped on the floor.

Your legs gave up, your body froze and your skin burnt with goosebumps. You crouched down in cold agony. A stifling sob escaped your mouth thinking of who could have done this to you. Thinking who dared to touch you against your will despite sharing rooms with the master of this ship. So that night, you planned to pretend to be asleep, waiting for the person to show up in the cold dark night. 

But fate had other plans, soon the exhaustion and dizziness due to the salty breeze took over your urge to be awake and your eyes lulled to sleep. When you were awake again, you felt something in between your legs, something wet. You felt a sting around your pussy before it was soothed with a sweet lap of the tongue. Irregular breaths and pants hit your clit as you managed to pull up your head to see the face of the culprit. 

A knife in your hand and the clustered bed sheet in the other as you opened your eyes but alas! None of that mattered anymore. His face was not blurred anymore, you could see him as clear as a day. Springing upright on the bed you looked at him with dilated pupils. It was Kaeya.

“tsk, thought you were awake tonight.” Kaeya crawled towards you, his lips and nose stained with your arousal as he stopped inches away from your face. You could smell yourself on him. 

His mouth opens ajar as his lips latch around your clothed pebbled nipples. He suckled on them while his fingers had slowly slid up your thighs. You did not feel the emotions that you thought you would feel — rage, disgust, hatred, dirty and unholy. Rather a sense of relief had washed over you knowing it was none other than Kaeya, your rescuer. 

Under the guidance of his arms, you lay down again. He grazes his nose against the column of your throat inhaling your scent, feeling your light speed heartbeats. It makes him high in adrenaline and hard for some reason. He can not let you spiral now. So, with his honey-dewed voice, he whispered, “Don’t you think you owe it to me? For saving your life? Hmmm?” before diving back in between your legs, 

“Don’t you think you owe it to me, for saving your life? ” It rings in your ear, till now when the sun has come out, and Kaeya stands in his deck busy with his morning chores. Everything else has been sedimented at the back of your mind except that question. You were up earlier than Kaeya for the first ever. The sea is awfully calm tonight while your heart is full of chaos. It took a few raw shots of vodka to gather the courage to do what you are about to do. And that was not even the worst part. 

You liked it, every bit of it, that was the worse part. To think that Kaeya wanted you in more ways than just a map maker illuminated your body with desire and hunger. So, when you are all on your fours on his bed, barely clad, and Kaeya’s quilt is on the floor you do not know if it is the seed of vengeance, gratitude, or desire that sprouted into something else, that made you kneel in front of him.

As you fidget with the strings of his trousers Kaeya wakes up due to the cold and is shocked at first seeing you in front of him like this, desperate and drunk. 

“What are you doing here?” he blurted out.

“Why?” you drawled. “I’m here to return the favor,” you muttered kissing his navel and then looking up to him.

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[thehusbandoden]

A Day Off -Dad! Dabi x Mom!Reader

It's really late but I finished this a little while ago and wanted to post it now.

Fluff | 1,471 words

Dabi's real name used + (spoilers below)

An au where Touya doesn't become Dabi the villain, but instead a loving father to your three kids. (Plus the number one hero)

Touya grinned as he finished breakfast, happy to help you out and give you a well deserved break.

You and Touya have been married for eight and a half years. You two met at UA high, and an epic love story commenced. You two were made for each other, finding one another again again, no matter how many times you thought things were entirely over.

Touya gave you happiness in life, and you gave him sanity. He almost ran from home many times, and even got seven miles out of the city on foot before you found him, panting on your bicycle.

Touya was quite mad at you for going so far alone at night, and you were utterly livid that he just tried to leave you.

Before Touya could scold you, you blew up on him, tears running down your cheeks as you cussed him out, telling him if he ever tried to leave you again you would hunt him down and break his legs.

Even as you threatened him he hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort.

You two called a friend to pick you up, and you went on with your life. A little more in love with each other than before.

And here you two were, twelve years later. Married, with three kids.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Haru squealed, pulling on Touya's "kiss the chef" apron, red pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"Mommy awake"

"Already? Go show her your picture, try to stall her, mkay?"

"Okays!"

Touya smiled as the four year old ran off to stall her mother, heart melting at her innocence.

Going back to cooking, Touya hoped you would be distracted for at least a few more minutes.

~Your pov:~

Confused, you picked up your phone to check the time.

7:51

Panicking, you bolt up from bed, sprinting towards the door, stubbing your toe on a toy.

Inwardly cursing, you open the door to your shared bedroom, making your way into the hallway.

"Mommy! Wook at my dwawing!" Haru exclaimed, heterochromatic eyes shining as she shoved the paper in your face.

"Oh it's so pretty! Why don't you go show Daddy while Mommy goes to get your brothers ready?"

Haru smiled and ran away with a giggle, making her way to the kitchen.

Sighing, you made your way to your boys' room. Opening the door, you were surprised to see their beds empty.

"Taro, Riku~!" You call, walking towards the kitchen.

"We're in the entrance mom!" Taro calls, bringing you towards his voice.

"I'm sorry I woke up late, let's get ready quickly, and I'll buy you guys breakfast on the way there." You coo, stepping into the entrance of your home.

"But- we're not gonna be late. And we already ate!" Riku replied, popping his (h/c) head out to look at you.

"Hey mama, I already got everything handled, go get some more sleep." Dabi hummed, eyes soft as his head popped out as well, turquoise eyes soft as he smiled at you.

"You... You are amazing." You sigh, smiling up at your husband as he hummed, walking towards you.

"Well if you think I'm that amazing, you could always reward me with a kiss?" Touya smirked, leaning towards your lips teasingly.

Chuckling, you slowly closed the distance.

Right as your lips met your kiss was interrupted by your kids' squeals.

Haru was squealing in joy, always happy to see her parents show affection to one another.

Riku was disgusted, never wanting to see anybody receive any sort of affection besides what he got from both his beloved mommy and daddy.

And Taro- the only one who didn't squeal.

He was beet red.

He dreams of the day when he finds the perfect woman -much like his perfect mama- and has a family of his own.

He loves both of his parents. And strives to be the perfect husband and dad -like his daddy- and find the perfect wife -like his mama-.

You smiled as Riku wailed in despair, shaking Haru as she jumped up and down, Taro only staring at his parents in awe.

"Ri-ri, you'll give your sister a headache, quit that. Ru, you're gonna pass out if you don't calm down, and Ro, for the sake of your ma, you need to breathe." Touya sighed, a smile on his lips as he eyed his gorgeous mismatched children in adoration.

Taro, the seven year old eldest by forty three minutes.

He has crimson red hair resembling Touya's. He got his grandma's eyes, but also a splash of yours. Resulting in gorgeous steel gray eyes with a breathtaking splash of (e/c) around the pupils. His facial structure is most similar to Touya's, but he takes after your personality, attitude, and tendies.

Though it would be hard to tell by someone who's not close to your family due to his shy nature concealing it.

He's known for his respectful, peaceful, and polite nature. The calmer of the twins, and the least likely to cause any sort of problem.

Riku, the younger, rambunctious twin.

Riku has (h/c) hair and turquoise eyes. He looks almost exactly like his mum, and gets his fiery personality from his dad.

He's known as the trouble maker, but he does have his gentle moments.

And the four year old youngest, Haru.

Haru has crimson hair like her daddy and big brother. And, like her uncle Shoto, has two different eye colors. Her left eye is the same gorgeous color of her mama's, and her right eye is the same breathtaking turquoise as her dad's. She looks identical to her dad, and has a fun, very very bright personality.

She's known for her sweetness, creativity, and selflessness.

Touya was snapped out of his thoughts as Haru and Riku pulled at his sleeves, warning him that they'd be late if they didn't hurry.

Laughing he pecked you on the lips before following his darlings out the door, telling you that he'd be right back.

~~

It was half an hour later when Touya walked back in, immediately finding his place on top of you as you laid on the couch.

"Oof- hey baby.. where's Haru?"

"She's at uncle Shoto's house. I thought we could use some alone time."

"Oh? And what are you planning on doing?"

Shifting his way so he could look you in the eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Guess."

~~

Twelve minutes later you were laughing in the kitchen as Touya licked the brownie mix off of the side of your mouth, holding your waist to keep you steady.

"To-To-Touya!" You laugh, pushing your beloved back playfully.

"Hmm?" He asks, pulling you in for a chocolate tasting kiss.

"We need to finish these so we can have room for the cleaning, cuddles, and movie date." You breathe against his lips, making him groan.

"But you taste so good!" He wails in despair, falling against the fridge dramatically.

"Help me get these in the oven and I'll reward you with a kiss~." You coo, instantly seizing the pro's attention.

~~

Two batches of brownies and one marathon of cleaning later, you and Touya were cuddled up on the couch, remote and brownies in hand.

"Oooh! Let's watch (f/m)!"

"UGHH~ we are xnotx watching that again!"

"Why not? It's a great movie."

"And we've seen it forty thousand and a bajilion times."

"You are xsox immature To."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am no-"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You're doing it too~!"

"Fine! What movie do you want to watch?"

"Princess Bride."

"No way."

"And why not? Princess Buttercup~."

"Because we've seen it seventy thousand, bajilion times~!"

~Bonus~

"I have no idea who you are talking about. You own no child here." Shoto stated, voice as monotone as ever.

"Umm what the fu- fudge! Fudge!" Touya growled, rubbing his side where you just elbowed him.

"Sho we need Haru." You smile, pinching Touya's arm playfully, causing him to yelp.

"Haru is mine now."

"Oh no she is not. Give me back our daughter." Touya growled, stepping close to the menace of a little brother he has.

"You do not have a dau-"

"Shoto dear.. give us our Haru or we will personally burn your favorite cold soba restaurant, all the others and all of the factories producing the ingredients and instant noodles." You smile, eyes holding an evil only a protective parent or lover could produce.

Shoto's face paled as he stepped inside, quickly returning with a sleeping Haru in his arms.

"I- I was kidding.. please don't burn my soba." Shoto pouted, usually monotone voice holding a certain fear.

".. we'll count this as a warning." You drawl, staring Shoto down meaningfully.

Slightly nodding, Shoto quickly closed his door, shivering at the thought of no soba.

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[jungwnies]

♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟ sweet acts enhypen headcanon

synopsis. sweet things they always do, enhypen headcanon !

genre. fluff, slice of life, romance ! wc. 669 !

an. 900 followers already, that’s insane. thank you guys so much for all the support, i don’t know where i’d be on this app without you guys. i also want to say good luck to everyone who wants to get enhypen tickets, and congrats if you’ve already got them… hopefully maybe i can go see them one day but this year is not going to be my year LOL !

양정원 #. 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 !

“go to sleep baby, i’m here.”

jungwon is the type who won’t sleep until you’re asleep. he will lay down in bed with you and cuddle you but until he’s sure you’re asleep by poking your sides that’s when he finally goes to sleep. he likes making sure that while you sleep you feel safe and he knows you feel safest when you’re not the only one awake so he stays awake with you until you’ve fallen asleep in his arms.

이희승 #. 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 !

“don’t worry about bringing anything, i have it already.”

heeseung is the type to have clothes for you already at his place. he actually has a drawer dedicated just for your stuff. he puts clothes you’ve left into it after washing them along with clothes that are his you always enjoy wearing. if you forget anything while staying there he has it already for you, and sometimes the fact he has your essentials leads to an impromptu sleepover.

박종성 #. 𝐣𝐚𝐲 !

“i’ll walk you to your door.”

jay is the type of man who drops you off home and walks you to your door before leaving. he doesn’t leave until you’re inside safe with a locked door. always tells you to the lock your door before walking away to his car, and you don’t go to your room until you see him get into his car and drive off safely. he’s always been cautious and he would never let you go somewhere by yourself at night time. during the day he might not walk you to your door but he also doesn’t drive off until you’re waving at him from your window.

심재윤 #. 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 !

“i got that already for you.”

like heeseung, jake is prepared for your visits. he has a drawer in his room dedicated for you but also a drawer in his bathroom dedicated for you as well that includes all your essentials and face products so that you feel at home. jake also has a part dedicated for you in the kitchen full of your favorite snacks and always restocks it before you come over.

박성훈 #. 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 !

“your hand is freezing.”

he holds your hand a lot, like a lot a lot. so when you guys are out in public if it’s cold he puts your hand in his pocket to keep it warm. he’s always asking if you’re cold or too hot, and he’s always aware of how you’re feeling. at first sunghoon wasn’t really the romantic but now he does the sweetest gestures. always keeps a jacket for you in the car but ends up giving you his because you look cute in it, and always gives you the sweetest smile followed by a quick peck on the lips when he puts your interlocked hands in his pocket.

김선우 #. 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 !

“have you eaten yet?”

the moment you step into his car or house he asks if you’ve eaten. he always offers to get you food, and when the two of you are out to eat he enjoys putting food onto your plate or feeding you. he also asks you about your day while waiting for the food ready to hear about any drama and then he tells you all the drama at the dorms too. sunoo is a boyfriend and best friend kind of package.

니키 #. 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢 !

“just lay in my lap.”

niki is the type to be fully immersed in the game he is playing but will let you lay in his lap while he plays. in between rounds before the timer goes off he will comb through your hair and talk to you and then when the game commences he places a quick kiss on your forehead before going back to his game. he reminds you that he loves you in between games and then makes up for paying attention more to the game than you later when he smothers you with his love.

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[firerose18991]

Prince! Yuji Itadori x Black fem reader

A/N: Written in the dead of night while watching early 2000’s era fantasy movies(ella enchanted, twitches, shrek lol 0

Fluff, adventure, JJK AU, multipart fic

Written with black curvy/chubby readers in mind but all can enjoy

Honestly this is too cute to be on my page of filth but here we are🤷🏿

Wrd cnt: 2k

Prt 2

Prince Yuji rode across the battlefield on his jet black steed sukuna. His clan had been dominating the war waged by a neighboring kingdom, in a fierce effort to maintain their country’s border. He had been eager to strike up negotiations with them regarding the land dispute but when they had attacked he had no choice but to fight against them.

“Soldiers, we fight to subdue our neighbors, not kill them, remember this! Today will be the last ride!” Yuji shouted over the hoards of men lined in front of him.

He wanted to settle the matter quickly by breaking the spirit of his enemies, not their bodies. But the enemy was relentless even with their lesser numbers. The charge commenced and he flanked one side of the enemies while the commander Kugisaki led the other to surround them and push them out. But the battle was a fierce one. As Yuji charged he displayed incredible feats on the battlefield. They hadn’t been as successful as they had hoped to be but the enemy called a short retreat and fell further back, almost to the border. He turned back to his men looking over the gained land and beaming with pride.

And as he took in the sight his vision faded. His grip was lost on Sukuna and he fell to the ground.

He woke up to the muffled voice around his body.

“He sustained many lacerations, not to mention falling from that tall steed of his. His head is in bad shape.” He opened his eyes to a woman waving an enchanted hand over his body.

She spoke to an empty room (apart from himself), he couldn’t speak to respond to her. The waves of pain from exertion swept over his body as he gained consciousness.

A loud voice from outside the door caught his attention.

“Let me through!” they shouted.

Yuji could never forget the shout of his comrade, Nobara burst through the wooden door.

“Commander I’m sorry but you can’t burst in here.” Another younger nurse cut her off before she could stomp deeper into the room.

“Get out of my way! This is the prince of the kingdom, he's not going to be treated in some scruffy war shack!” She berated the nurse and attempted to push her aside.

“He cannot be moved.” She fought to keep her spot in front of the commander. Impressive considering the commander's strength. “He needs to rest and heal first.” She insisted.

“You will obey my orders as commander of the kingdom.” Nobara barked.

“We are not of your kingdom, we travel treating those stupid enough to start a war!” The nurse yelled back. “Get out, you're disturbing my patients.” The commander relented and the young nurse pushed her out of the room.

“Ahem, my apologies my lady. You requested me?” The young nurse turned to the woman at Yuji’s bedside.

“Hello (Y/N)” She smiled. “Thankyou for dealing with our company. Though maybe next time a bit more tact would be in order.” She rose from her place at Yuji’s bedside.

“This young man is a special task. One I am entrusting to my finest student, see to it he is fully healed and on his way back to his kingdom. So his dreadful guards will leave my encampment.” She sighed and exited the room

“Yes ma’am” You spoke as the door closed behind the head nurse.

After a pause you slowly turned toward the patient in question. His torso was black and blue and his head was already bandaged up. You moved closer to examine and finally noticed the open eyes slightly obscured by the bandaging.

“Oh my.” you gasped and hopped back a bit from the bed. “um I’m sorry I wasn’t aware you were awake. You must be in a lot of pain, this should help.” You pulled a balm from your robe pocket and a spatula to apply to the swollen bumps of skin.

Your touch was like a whisper to the skin and Yuji hardly noticed the application but felt the relief of his muscles as the balm took effect.

“Thank..You.” he struggled out, finally being able to communicate without suffering.

“Don’t speak just yet.” You said softly.

You ran the balm along his neck next to allow him to rest comfortably for the day.

“Now all you need is some rest.” Your words fell on deaf ears as he had already passed out,having exhausted himself.

The next day Yuji had woken up to you buzzing around his room moving around soiled bandaging from his bedside.

“He-Hello.” He stuttered abit taking due to his dehydration.

“Hello.” You turned around with a bright smile.

The sun flooded the room around you, bouncing off your brown skin like a blanket of light. Had he seen it yesterday he wouldve mistaken you for a angel. He stared for a bit, forgetting his pain and absentmindedly moving to leave the bed.

“Oh no please...Don’t move yet. You must take the time to heal.” You rushed over and moved his arm back into bed. Taking into account how defined his muscles were.

“Heh, can I trouble you for some water.” He smiled slightly then wincing at the pain.

“Yes, of course.” You swayed out of the room and returned with a pitcher.

You sat on the side of his bed.

“I’m going to use some more healing ointment on you before I give you the water. It’ll make it easier to drink” You said to Yuji.

Again your feather light touches graced his skin. This time his nerves were not overcome by pain and he felt the true skill through your application. You then reacched for the pitcher and held it to his mouth slowly tipping water for him to drink. You focused on making sure the water didn't spill onto his bandaged body.

“Is that enough?” you said pulling the pitcher from his lips.

“Yes.” Yuji said, the ghost of a smile could be seen on his face.

“Now bare with me, I need to make sure your airway is clear at all times.” You said

Your fingers pressed to his neck with more pressure than before earning a flinch from the prince.

“I’m sorry.” you pulled your fingers back a bit. “I’ll put less pressure.”

“No, I’m just not used to feeling this weak. I’ve never been this heavily wounded.”

“Well I heard you fought off 100 soldiers at once, all by yourself. Surely you’d expect some injury.” You jest.

“It was more like 80 men.” Yuji played off your compliments.

Your shared eye contact lingered until you reminded yourself to check his airway. His pulse was strong and breathing with no obstructions.

“I bet you’ll get back to your fight in no time.” You began to get up from the bed.

"The stupid fight?" He questioned your earlier statements.

You turned around with a shocked and embarrassed look.

"I didn't mean-uh- there is nothing trivial about your fight." You stammered over your words hoping to not have offended the prince.

"It's alright. I agree it's a stupid war." Yuji's face fell serious. "I hope to end it as fast as possible."

You continued spending your time solely focusing on the prince and in two weeks time he had made remarkable progress.

Today you swished through the encampment to deliver food to him.

"Good morn- Yuji, you can't be out of bed!” You came into the room to see the prince standing by the back curtain looking over the bustling camp.

“Well obviously I can.” He flashed the devilish teeth you'd come to love. “And it's all thanks to you.”

You braced yourself for his charm, squaring your shoulders you ventured over to him. “I'm not a miracle worker, you still need rest.”

You guided him back to his bed, not daring to look up at the light brown pools fixed atop your head. Every morning since he could speak the two of you sat together and chatted as there wasn't much for either of you to do.

The two of you had gotten to know each other well. You learned that Yuji was born outside the palace and had only learned he was in the line of succession a few years prior. As such he wasn't used to people calling him prince and insisted on his friends not using his title of prince. He was interested in your travels as your clan had provided aid to many wars across the land and you had been to many different parts of the country. You informed him of your favorite stops and places that were now at peace and free to visit if he wished to.

"What else do you enjoy?" Yuji asked you.

His hands rested on your hips as they had found a familiar home there whenever the two of you had your talks. You laid right next to him and against your wishes he would always roll over to face you while you talked.

"I love music. You don't hear it a lot when you're always near wars but sometimes if you stay long enough, till the end of the conflict, you'll hear music from celebrations."

"Do you dance?" He perked up his head excitedly only to be met by your gentle hand placing him back down on the pillow.

"Of course,whenever I can." You laughed

"Then one day we'll dance together, yes?" He looked up at you

"I'd like that." You sighed.

After a month of caring for Yuji, the time was coming for him to travel back to his kingdom. His recovery time astonished all the nurses from your clan but he always played it off saying he just got the best nurse for the job. As the time grew closer for him to leave you began to feel less happy about him returning to his home, without you. It also filled you with a bit of shame as a healer, your job was to get people home safely from battle, but here you were wishing for a few more weeks spent with Yuji.

“(Y/N)?” Yuji called out to you. You had been checking up on the status of the wounds he received. All were almost completely healed and scarred or faded.

“Hm” You hummed in response.

“You seem distracted today. Are you tired?” Yuji had a face of concern. He hoped that the constant care he required this past month hadn’t caught up to you.

“No, no. I am distracted but not tired.” You continued to place the light bandages around nim.

“What are you thinking about?” He pulled your hands from his bandages and let them pool around his torso.

“It seems the conflict between your clan and the other has calmed down a lot. We see less soldiers being hurt each day. It means we’ll be moving on soon.” You looked away from Yuji as you informed him of your inevitable departure.

You didn’t see the expression on Yuji's face as you told him the news. He wasn't sad or even overly worried but he was determined to stay with you. It felt like a battle almost, the same determination that saved his clan’s land would keep you in his life for as long as the two of you wished.

"Would you also like to move on to the next land's war?"

"Well if I'm quite honest I've had my fill of wars witnessed. But there will be people who need us" The reason you had left your clan's home lands to help in these wars was to be able to help people with the medical abilities you inherited.

"Your clan's work is truly miraculous. We haven't known a decent healer in years on this half of the continent. It's selfish of me but I would have asked you to become the royal physician." His gaze held focus on you.

"I would have to earn status before I could accept an offer like that."

"How would you do that?"

"My teacher, the head nurse…she would have to approve a promotion for me. I don't know if I've impressed her enough to get that."

"Well maybe I should steal you away" he gathered you up I'm his strong arms and pulled you to his chest.

You sighed, if you weren't so prideful you'd let him. But you had your own goal of being a healer and you couldn't abandon that, not even for your favorite patient

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[rose-lunaire]

theodore nott | halloween special

i’m honouring friday the 13th by posting the first chapter of my october series.

slytherin season masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader

warnings: ghosts? alcohol consumption, smoking

autumn mornings at hogwarts were supposed to be dull. dark fog creeping through the heavy curtains, muffled snoring and groaning that slowly blurred into grumpy remarks and the sound of footsteps on the staircase. it was normal. comforting. just as for theo was your careless singing in the shower. your roommates always complained how you woke them up abruptly, but for him it meant safety. it meant you were near and excited for the day. it meant that everything was alright.

you would hum while brushing your hair, your hustling would slowly wake him up. and so theo would smile at you, jokingly complaining about your morning habits. you would scoff at him, maybe throw a pillow at him in retaliation. the laughter would commence as theodore slumped out of bed, lazily getting ready for the day. people would give you weird looks while getting down to the great hall. your morning were full of laughter and playful banter that could light up even the gloomiest of souls.

“i like your voice”

normally compliments made you flustered. you would let out an awkward chuckle or two and flush a little. who knew that an innocent sentence like this could send chills down your spine?

the letters were written in perfect cursive, like by a studious second-grader or an old-fashioned professor. it looked like copied from a calligraphy textbook. but what really scared you was that it wouldn’t fade. the hazy surface of the mirror was eerily cold. you could see the dread in your right eye reflected in the dot of the third “i”.

maybe it was a silly prank? your boyfriend, theodore, wasn’t one for jokes, but it seemed like the only logical explanation. maybe he was testing out a new spell he has learnt? right, it was probably it. you could swear you had seen a glimpse of a smile on his lips as you went to the bathroom. “that bastard”, you thought, chuckling at yourself. there was no need for worry, it was just a prank. right.

“if you liked my voice that much, you could’ve just told me, you know”

nott was barely awake and visibly confused. “angel, i love you, but you sound like a choking hippogriff” he grumbled and rolled over to the other side of the bed. “no, teddy, please don’t fall asleep” panic seeped though your voice. the boy sensed it (or had enough of you shaking him awake) and let you drag him into the bathroom. it took him a full minute to realise what’s going on. “oh fuck.”

“okay, to summarise what we know now: no one has entered the dorm room since chris and blaise left. according to the archives, there is no spell that could leave such an imprint. also, it’s not potter who wanted to give you a scare. there is only one creature that could do it.” he didn’t need to say it out loud. ghost were an inherent part of every wizard’s life. they presented as an imprint of one’s soul, bound to someplace close to their heart. you’ve seen them countless times, salazar, you greeted them each morning running to class. the thing is, they were allowed to stay at hogwarts only under some conditions. “on a second thought, forget it, school ghosts aren’t hostile.”

“theo?” he hummed in response, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “what if it wasn’t a school ghost?” no, that was stupid. hogwarts was the safest place in the magical world. there’s no way an evil spirit could just march in there and mess around without any consequences. yet after six years of studying here, you weren’t so sure about it anymore. you squeezed your boyfriend’s arm.

day passed and you felt yourself becoming more paranoid than ever. always looking over your shoulder, hand clasped tightly over your wand. theodore picked up a habit of checking the bathroom before you entered. it was getting ridiculous but none of you could help it. in a desperate attempt to comfort you theo even considered consulting snape about spirits.

“i miss your smile”

the sound of your screams rocked the foundations of slytherin dungeon. it echoed through the crocked staircase, rang in the main fireplace of the common room. you were shaking. the world developed awfully sharp edges and all the lights were blinding. everything was shaking. it made you want to scream even more. suddenly your body rose from the floor. you started wiggling and kicking the air, panic seeping though your breathless struggle.

“didn’t know you’re so strong” a displeased grumble came from behind your back. your vision was so focused you couldn’t see what was right in front of your face. his features scrunched tightly, forming creases around his deep eyes. you counted two blinks during what felt like an eternity. theodore nott was carrying you to bed. he was shaking. were you shaking? it felt like the whole world was shaking with you. “calm down, love” he sighed. “skurge!” it was like a whole anvil was lifted from your chest. the boy caressed your cheek carefully, like checking for any injuries. then everything started to blur perfectly and weariness washed over you completely.

there was no plasm left on the bathroom floor. either nott’s charm was successful or there was nothing here in the first place. he didn’t like the smell lingering in the room. it reminded him of an old sweater he wore to visit grandparents’ graves. it was the odour of the chemicals used in muggle trains. feeling reminiscent of the split second before the ink spilled all over a potions essay. taste of fire whiskey before he was too drunk to ignore it. but it was the note on the mirror that made him puke.

the mirror incidents increased in frequency as halloween approached. you and theo were barely sleeping. teachers would take pity on you and wouldn’t reprimand you for dozing off in their classes. it was bad. so bad you started giving up. stopped checking the bathroom two times before entering, stopped singing, stopped looking into the mirror. the sight of your hazy eyes was worse even than the foggy messages.

slowly it started affecting your roommates. heavy and disorderly footsteps became the trademark of your dorm room. schoolwork kept piling up relentlessly and none of you could force yourselves into completing the assignments. coffee was spilled, ink filled up your cups to the brim. weekends were the real torture that commenced with student’s smiley faces and happy chatter.

“enough!” even draco was agitated from his friends behaviour. “we’re throwing a fucking party and your attendance is required” he scoffed at your disheveled appearance. truth be told he was concerned. he saw theodore skipping classes just to smoke his heart away. his precious coat grey from the smoke and muddy from late night walks by the lake. he was always brooding, but this was extreme even for nott. as for you, well, you were a wreck. too unsettled to even notice the difference theo’s behaviour. you were both constantly on edge, frantically holding hands until your knuckles whitened.

malfoy didn’t lie. it was fucking party. music blaring so loudly it almost drown out your thoughts and worries. after the second glass of whiskey you let out a broken laugh. crabb was on his fourth glass and was telling something about muggles and their weird traditions. an empty bottle became a makeshift broom that muggles use to try and become wizards. goyle was trying to hold him up, but was laughing so hard he fell to the floor first.

by midnight blaise started talking uncontrollably. it was a constant stream of words, from which you picked out particularly “ghost”, “mirror” and “freak”. turns out you and theo weren’t going crazy or at least weren’t the only ones losing their sanity. the look of terror on his face would’ve been hilarious if it wasn’t for your own worries. as your circled quieted down, a group of ravenclaws approached with their gossip. and more booze.

“i can’t believe it’s real!” exclaimed one of them. “the fuck do you mean?” theo was sobering up from anger. “the legend! i mean, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of amanda dovetail?” one look into your tired eyes and she lost her amusement. the girl cleared her throat. “so, she was a second-year slytherin. i believe she died quite suddenly after living a life of curiosity and passion for learning. many believe her spirit couldn’t give up the school of her dreams yet, so she stayed around. her energy is weak, so she chooses to come back only once in ten years. but then it’s like she’s living there all over again.”

you put down you glass carefully and got up. nott wanted to stop you, but one look into your eyes and he stayed in his place. you wanted out.

you spend the rest of the night reading charms textbooks and old students’ diaries. turns out amanda indeed comes back every october and tries to bond with the current residents of her old dorm. after all this fear and weariness you still wanted to help her. so you read out loud, slowly and patiently explaining more difficult concepts.

the next morning your notes were scattered all over the room. the first letters of each page read: thank you.

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[bluedbliss]

First Encounters

Jeno Lee. Jeno freaking Lee.

She tried her best to look as normal as she could as the most beautiful human being to ever exist on the planet stood behind her in line.

“Hello? Ummm…are you going to get that?” Jeno asked as you tried your best to let the oxygen in. 

“Oh, uh. Yes, sorry about that.” you stuttered as you carefully picked up the cup of coffee from the vendo machine. You are now fully awake for your 7pm class way before the caffeine-filled drink reaches your body. 

After all, it’s not everyday that the object of your unrequited love of 3 (going on 4 years and the resident campus crush, Jeno Lee, is a touch away from you. 

You begrudgingly walked away from the vendo machine and the love of your life, wondering if you missed your chance to finally let him know of your existence when fate gives you a second chance.

“You forgot your change,” Jeno said.

“Sorry?” you said.

“Your change? Here.” Jeno reached out to give you the few coins that the machine coughed out.

“Oh, thanks, Jeno.” you unwittingly said. The moment his name left your lips, your eyes widened like saucers immediately realizing your mistake. Shit,  you said, you’re an idiot, y/n.

One side of Jeno’s lip turned up with an amused smile (or was it a smirk?) and coolly said, “No problem, y/n.” 

You slowly turned around, trying to keep your cool. You nearly dropped your coffee at the sudden realization that Jeno Lee knows your name. JENO FREAKING LEE KNOWS YOUR NAME!

You walked to your class shrouded in the most wonderful, lovestruck daze of your life, that your friend, Jaehyun, had to wave his hand in front of your face several times.

“Earth to, y/n! What’s wrong with you?”, Jaehyun said.

“Jae, he knows me.” you whispered with awe.

“What? Who?” Jaehyun nonchalantly asked.

“Jeno. Lee. He said my name!,” you whispered in a happy kind of panic. “I said his name and then he said my name and I don’t know what happening. Am I gonna get married soon? Are we engaged?”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, “Bro, I don’t understand a thing you said.”

You gripped Jaehyun’s arm, “Jung, I was in the vending machine and the love of my life said my name!,” continuing with a dreamy eyes staring into space you whispered, “He KNOWS me.”

“Pffft! Everyone knows everyone.,” Jaehyun grinned, “Or maybe he knows you because you embarrassed yourself in chem class yesterday.”

Squeezing his arm with a death grip you made an irritated noise, to which he replied with a hiss of pain. “Arrrggghh, don’t remind me.” You slumped back at your chair and a flush of embarrassment rushed through your face as you recalled almost burning the chemistry lab down to the ground when you and your lab partner, Donghyuck, almost mixed the wrong concoction. As you were trying to recall the most embarrassing moment of your college life, Jeno entered the class carrying his own cup of java. You shrank further down your seat as he passed by your side of the aisle and he gave you a small smile of acknowledgment. 

“Shape up, loser. You’re too obvious.” Jaehyun said. “Shut up! As if you could do any better.” you hissed in reply. Jaehyun draped an arm around your hunched shoulders and coolly replied, “At least I talk to my crush normally not like a turtle retreating to its shell.” He proceeded to squeeze you with his draped arm and pull your upper body up to the chair for you to sit straight.

“There. Be NORMAL.” Jaehyun teased.

The professor then entered and commenced his lecture in front of the room, but what you did not know was what was going on the back. Jeno curiously gazed at your banter with Jaehyun a couple of rows behind you, wondering if you two were together. 

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[h4kufilmz]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 | 𝐏.𝐉𝐒

𓂃 PAIRING(S): park jongseong x m!reader

𓂃 GENRE(S): fluff, a little suggestive, lowercase intended.

𓂃 WARNING(S): none, just a little make out session (if that's even a valid warning.)

𓂃 WC: 747

a/n : just a little something, cause i neglected this blog for too long.

the alarm blared throughout the room, pulling the tangled couple from their slumbering state. in response the two let out soft complaints and obscenities at the innocent alarm, you untangled your limbs for a moment earning a whine from jay, feeling the warmth that encased him cease, desperately reaching out to at least touch you.

"babe calm down i only turned off the —" yawns, "— the damn alarm." you said smiling at his clinginess, shifting to face his side you draped his arm around you as you laid there facing your boyfriend with much adoration.

pushing back his hair, you placed a delicate kiss on his forehead, jay further sinking onto your chest as you did so.

chuckling, you patted his thigh, not much was said between the two of you, the silence was comfortable.

twiddling with jay's hair, you listened as the world outside your window came alive, cars and school busses alike drove in and out, the birds sang their song's, and the morning star's rays pierced through the blinds casting streaks of fresh sunlight to either burn your eyes or softly kiss your faces.

jay yawned under you, seemingly he himself was now awake. he did his best to stretch his arms and back while still being in your arms, his head then laid back on your chest looking up at you with shimmering eyes.

"good morning little birdie," you brought your hand up his cheek, watching as they slowly redden at presumably the nickname.

"s-seriously that nickname? at this early in the morning?" jay scoffed softly, rolling to face the other side of the bed in a now clear failed attempt to hide his flushed features.

you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him, "it's not like you don't like it babe."

"well exactly, i don't!" he retorts, his face says otherwise though.

you continue to laugh, "but you'll love this," you said, as you pinned him down on the bed as you flurry of kisses was about to commence.

"wait y/n pfft — S-STOP" jay laughed and squirmed under you, making some attempts to push you off (keyword: some).

placing a few more kisses, you ended with one on his lips, smiling lovingly as you stared down at him.

"you fucking jerk," he hit your shoulder softly.

dramatically enough, you moaned in pain, holding your shoulder as if it been punched hard.

jay sigh's, "what a drama queen."

you frowned, as you continued on without your little pained act.

"literally stop it," jay said in between a chuckle.

"then kiss it" you said without hesitation, straightforward about your goal here.

"tsk tsk tsk," jay shook his head, "you're literally a man child," he leans in to kiss your lips instead.

and with that your act ceased, you two merely just sat there, locked in each other's gazes.

you couldn't help it anymore, pulling jay down by the collar, your lips were yet again pressed with one another. yet this it was more intimate, and heated.

you both savored one another's lips, moving in sync, your hand finds it's way to jay's waist gently guiding him to straddle your lap, your hands gently gripping jays side as your little session continued.

eventually you both had to pull away, pressing your foreheads together you both catched your breaths.

"that was great."

"fuck yeah it was."

you both panted, tangling your arms around each other another span of silence comfortable silence blanketed the room.

the serenity was disturbed by a certain someone's stomach growling.

jay pushed himself off the crook of your neck to look at you with a soft smile, "i think someone's hungry."

"i think so too," you sarcastically respond, earning another swing at your shoulder, this time it actually hurt a little.

"you're fucking lucky i love you so fucking much!" jay squeezed your cheeks together placing a single peck on your lips, before sliding off your lap, you yourself we're quick to follow.

"so what do you have in mind for breakfast?"

"hmm.. i'll just throw in whatever you'll eat it anyway."

"the thing's i do for love."

you pout at his very much so true statement, stopping him dead on his tracks enfolding jay in your arms, forcing him to waddle with your hugging him from behind to the kitchen.

"SHUT UP!" he yells, ripping your arms off his waist making a quick run for the kitchen.

"that reference isn't so pleasant babe."

"HEY COME BACK HERE!"

"HELL NO!"

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[rascal-xo]

Hi hope you're doing good!!! Can I request ghost with a GN reader that suffers from hypersomnia and is sad that no one is taking their fatigue seriously and just think theyre lazy lol. Just some comforting stuff if that's OK with you!!

Surface Tension | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN Reader |

Chapter Summary: Ghost comforts you after a hard week in the field :)

Warnings: mentions of mental health, cursing, FLUFF, hypersomnia, angst

Word Count: 913

A/N: Thank you for sending in this request! I hope I was able to bring your idea to life :))

You watched the clock tik, and every second the hand moved was a second you felt yourself losing your focus little by little. No matter how hard you tried to get a good rest after a long mission, or nap when you had the time off, exhaustion always hit you like a bag of bricks.

You knew something was off about your rest, but the fastest way to push it aside was to ignore the feeling and try to stay focused on your tasks at hand. Being in the 141 meant that you were the best task force there was for any job that came the teams way.

You were the youngest recruit, and for the past year you’ve pulled more than twice your weight to stay above the water. You were a damn good sniper for your age but not as seasoned of a soldier when it came to time in service.

The rest of the men had years of experience on you, which showed. Determined to show your worth you began to take on more than you could carry, and it had proved right until now, when it started to take its toll on your physical and mental wellbeing.

Captain Price cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to the briefing. “Am I boring you, Sergeant?” He cocked an eyebrow. You suddenly felt the entire rooms gaze on you. Ghost met your eyes from across the table small table , turning his head in a ‘You okay?’ type manner.

“No Sir, just a little tired this morning.” You admitted, playing with the strap on your tactical pants.

“Let’s stay awake now. Can’t have you lost during the mission.” He answered back sternly, turning back to the pictures on the board and continuing his meeting.

Ghost’s foot brushed yours from under the table, nonchalantly. He had noticed you were more fatigued than usual lately, zoning out on the comms, failing to remember to do certain tasks on base. Every soldier met obstacles once a while, but he realized it was getting serious.

As the mission commenced, you took your position on a secluded hill a few hundred feet from the targeted site, as the sniper, scanning the area for hostiles. The rest of the guys were broken up into 2 separate ground teams in order to infiltrate the site.

Alpha team successfully took down the main set of guards, moving onto the next wave of security forces. This would be sending hostiles your way.

Then, suddenly you saw movement in the corner of your eye, and your heart skipped a beat. You adjusted your scope and aimed, but your hands were shaking, and your vision was blurry. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, but it was too late.

Captain Price's voice boomed in your earpiece. "Bloody hell Sergeant! You’re supposed to be our cover!”

You flinched at the harshness of his tone. You knew he was right, and it only added to your frustration. You tried to shake it off and refocus, but the fatigue was overwhelming.

The mission continued, more smoothly this time as you regained some strength to finish somewhat strong. Taking the win, you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting them down. Even if they didn’t say it to your face, you could read between the silence.

You found yourself away from the post mission celebration happening on base. You stood outside near the outlook facing the distant terrain, with a cigarette between your fingers.

It was impossible to win this never ending exhaustion that had decided to become a weight on your shoulders. You inhaled into your lungs, as the night time air blew past you taking the exhaled smoke with it moments after.

“Smoking the sleep away isn’t going to help, sergeant.” You suddenly heard from behind you. Ghost had a way of sneaking up on you undetected, certainly living up to his name.

“Maybe it will.” You say, as he comes up to stand next to you, leaning his elbows against the railing. He had changed into a more casual look, now only sporting a thin black skull balaclava as opposed to the full ghost mask.

Ghost looked at you, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. “I know it’s tough, but you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You’re not a machine, and even machines need maintenance.”

“They think i’m lazy, Lt.” You said, not meeting his gaze. “You saw the way Price talked to me. I’m letting you all down.” You sighed, taking another drag of your cigarette before flicking it off the railing.

“Sometimes, he keeps his muppets on a short string, that captain.” Ghost replied, “Don’t let it get to you.” He placed an arm over your shoulder, leaving it there as you fell into his touch. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone, especially not to us. We know you’re a damn good soldier, Y/N.”

You nodded, taking in his words. He was right, of course. You couldn’t keep sacrificing your own wellbeing for the sake of trying to impress others. “I’ll be better, I have to be.” You said, almost a whisper.

Ghost continued, “Talk to Price, let him know what’s been going on. He’ll understand, and he’ll help you. We all will.” You nodded again, realizing that Ghost was right.

It was time to swallow your pride and admit that you needed to put yourself first. You turned to him, giving him a small smile, as you continued to watch the horizon ahead, together.

A/N: Requests are still open, send in your ideas!

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