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Amidst Shadows and Blossoms

(A/n: Finally posting the prototype for this fanfic 3 months after my introduction. This is not the finalized first chapter. There are a lot of things I'd like to fix before I officially begin this series, however, I wanted to see how this would go. Bold first post I suppose.)

Deity!IzukuMidoriya x Fem!Reader

The warm flicker of candlelight casts elongated shadows across the golden crested lanterns strung from above you. You feel the warmth of the flames as a deliciously scented incense wafts up into your nose. Your eyes are closed as you kneel in prayer, sitting silently before the altar of The Seven. You concentrate on the serenity of the shrine, focusing on the words of thanks you have for the seven Deities as your breathing is consciously moderated. Almost annoyingly so.

Breathing in, and out. Inhale, Exhale. A silent prayer on your tongue.

All is quiet.

. . .

Too quiet.

Against your better judgement, you decide to ignore it. It’s probably nothi-

“(Y/N)!!!”

A yelp escapes you as a sudden weight against your back sends you forward onto your chest. Your limbs are spread flat beneath the perpetrator as your eyes snap open in surprise. Though it was quick to fade when you caught the bright eyes of-

“Komiko (L/n)! Get off of your sister! She’s in the middle of praying!” Charging in behind your sister; Komiko; storms your mother, her hand clamping down on your sister’s ear—who’s brimming with unchecked energy—and tugs her off of you. A yelp leaps from the young child’s throat, and yet she quickly brushes it off.

“(Y/n)! Please let me go to the village with you! I promise I can help! I really can!” Komiko begs, now upright as you dust yourself off from the rather rough contact.

You look up at your mother incredulously as she covers her face with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head.

“I can’t with her today, she refuses to listen to me.” Your mother mutters softly, massaging the bridge of her nose with vigor. You give her a sympathetic glance before facing your sister, your scarlet Hakama pooling around you.

“Komiko, after the way you’ve behaved for momma, I’m not sure it would be right to take you with me. Heavens, you shouldn’t even be here. You’ve disrupted the peace of the altar.” You pat her head softly as her bottom lip begins to tremble, pulling down into a pout. Despite that, she knows better than to argue back.

“But... I could use your help when cleaning up the Tojii Gates tomorrow morning...” You offer with a kind smile, tilting your head slightly.

Immediately, her expression lightens. “Really?! Can I?” You nod in response, snorting lightly at the rapid change in her attitude. The pools of tears in her eyes had all but disappeared as she lunged forward for another hug. This time, one you were prepared for.

You catch your mother’s gaze from behind her and she smiles fondly, a grateful look in her eyes. You admired her beauty in the warm candlelight. Despite the bags beneath her eyes, and the wrinkles that began to form around her mouth and forehead—ones she’d often pick at—didn’t deter her pretty smile and loving eyes. You considered yourself to be her number one supporter.

Your sister nuzzled into your arms, adorned with the velvety crème sleeves of your Hakama. She muttered incoherently into your bosom about how she’d help you before pulling away with a youthful grin. “I promise to do my best to help you!”

You smiled down at her, your forehead dropping to meet hers. “I know.”

At that, she slipped away from you, shuffling on her knees before rising. Komiko gives you a wave as she turns towards the arching wooden doorway at the entrance of the altar. “Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow! For now, I’m going to bed so the morning comes faster!” She cheers rather eagerly as she races away towards your Sha-ke.

To that, you let out a hearty laugh as your mother scoffs with a fond laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Thank you for that, (Y/n).” She speaks softly, gazing towards your shrinking sister.

“It’s no problem, really. I understand-”

“No. Just take it. I don’t tell you how much I appreciate your help around here. I dunno’ if I could do as much as I do now without you around.” She sighs softly, looking towards you with a warm twinkle in her eye.

Your smile softens at her words—more tender than usual—as you find her side. Leaning against her as her temple presses down against yours.

“You do a lot too, y’know. I think we both need each other.” You reply, gazing off towards the sky that continues to darken with each minute. Dusk fading to dark as stars begin to spackle at it’s surface. The moon rises from the horizon, following the remaining purple from the sunset to the deep blue encapsulates the sky.

After your father passed away, life had gotten a lot rougher. Especially for your mother. Living as a widow was often pitied or ridiculed. Without a man to guide the family—your father—there was a short period of time where you had to wonder when your next meal might be; if you get one at all.

But you, your mother, and your sister endured that time of trial, and were able to get back on your feet when your mother inherited the role of the shrine’s Head Priestess. Earning the role after your father; the Head Kannushi; passed away from illness. She was able to put the shrine back together again thanks to the efforts of you and other families' contributions.

During that time, you and your—rather stubborn—mother grew incredibly close. She relied on you as her rock from your dad’s death, and you seemed to fulfil that role perfectly.

“What did I just say?” She snaps playfully, pinching your cheek.

“Sorry-! Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“AHT!” She tuts, raising her voice.

“I-...!” You begin to protest before sighing into her fingers. “...You’re welcome.” You grumble, evoking a laugh from her as she ruffles your hair with a smile.

The two of you relax against each other as you slowly slip into a comfortable silence, breathing deeply as you feel the warmth growing between your bodies. She keeps her hand in your hair, now dragging her fingers through it soothingly as you hummed in content at the gesture.

“Oh, by the way, what did Komiko mean about heading to the village?” You suddenly remember.

“Oh.” Your mother coos with a guilty tone beside you. “Well, um, you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Mom.” You cock an eyebrow up and she groans quietly before replying.

“I’m exhausted from all of the rituals and praying I’ve done today... So I was hoping I’d be able to send you to the village to buy some food.” She mutters with irritation—at being caught—in her voice. “Could you please-”

You pat her hand, cutting her off. “Yes mom. I’d be happy to.”

She sighs in relief. “Thanks kiddo.”

“I’m eighteen.” You grin fondly.

“Nuh-uh. Not to me. You’ll always be my kid.”

The village was a place of warmth, you’d always been enchanted by the red lanterns strung overhead; steams of delicious foods swirls between their paper glows. It’s a welcome change from spending the majority of your time praying and cleaning—and on good days—performing rituals. You get to go out and browse familiar shops and products, greet some family friends, etcetera.

However, the village during the nighttime was indisputably the prettiest. Warm red and orange lanterns flicker across slated stone pathways, illuminating storefronts and Yatai stands as the sellers of the evening began to open, while those who worked the morning began to close for the night. Your shoes scraped softly against the ground as you carried a wide rimmed basket.

You’d already gotten the basic fruits and veggies you’d needed, and were now headed towards the one family-run shop you could rely on for the best grains and protein.

The Shimura’s.

You approached the storefront hurriedly as you spotted it, your Hakama swishing languidly with each step as it clung to your body. Thanks to the late chore request, you didn’t have time to spare for changing. Especially if you wanted to make it to the village in time before the food stalls began to close.

Unfortunately, even with the extra time, you watched as the small wooden sign out-front listing products for the day being wiped clean. A familiar dark-headed lad knelt before it, cleaning it off.

“Wait, wait Tenko!” You pant as you jog up to his crouched figure. Immediately, a rough scoff could be heard from him as you receive a sharp glare from the man on the ground. His messy black curls frame his sharp navy-blue eyes, the skin of his eyelids was reddened with irritation and small rashes from scratching at them.

“Too late (L/n). Shop’s closing. Go home.” He replies gruffly, his hoarse voice firm as his gaze returns to the sign. Wiping it clean before scribbling a neat “closed” onto the board.

“What happened to friends helping out friends?” You grin softly at his attitude, a huff escaping you as you walk closer. “And I thought I told you it was okay to call me by my first name.” You chide, kneeling beside him.

“I don’t really care about what you prefer.” He retorts, standing up the moment you kneel beside him. You scoff slightly.

“Please, Tenko?” You plead, clasping your hands together. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“You said that last time.” He scowls, walking back behind the counter. You give a nervous laugh as you go to follow. When approaching the open gate, it suddenly snaps down, effectively blocking you off. So you follow him from across the counter instead.

“This time I really mean it.” You persist with an entreating smile. Leaning against the wooden counter as his back is to you.

“No, you don’t.”

“Okay, I don’t. But I do have some Ohagi with me.” You try, noticing the subtle—so subtle—stiffening of his movements before he quickly schools his reaction. You stop the knowing smirk that tries to find your lips.

But to your shock, he—without a response—just disappears into the back of the shop. You’re stunned into silence.

“Oh, damn it.” You grumble under your breath. He’d escaped, essentially. You gaze guiltily at the empty doorway before slinking back, turning away from the shop with a sigh of defeat. Your feet shuffle beneath you with embarrassment as you sling your basket over your shoulder.

“Where the hell are you going?”

You spin around, and there sits your exact order—which you didn’t happen to tell him—on the counter. He continues to glare at you as his hand rests atop a large, bagged fish beside a bag of rice and bread.

“You whine to me about needing your order tonight, and then when I go to get it for you, you just leave?” he asks sharply, as if it was obvious that these were his intentions the whole time. A bright grin of surprise finds your face.

“Thank you Tenko!” You beam, and he scoffs softly shaking his head.

“I was planning on just taking your money, but since you offered the Ohagi, I expect that too.” He folds his arms as you dig through your basket to find your yen, along with the warm box of pre-prepared Ohagi Balls.

“Of course.” You agree matter-of-factly. “I wouldn’t want to scam a friend.” You smile, chuckling softly.

“Shut up.”

“You didn’t deny that we’re friends~!” You coo with a teasing grin.

“Do you want me to kill you?”

It was a quiet walk back to the shrine, sticks and grass crunching beneath your feet. The moon is crested and iridescent as it casts pale blue light onto the foliage above your head. Your arms sag with the weight of the food you’d purchased as you trek back to the shrine, now coming into view.

You huff gratefully, ready for the sleep that awaits you. While you approach the first of the three Tojii gateways, it’s deep crimson shimmers in the moonlight; it’s pillars standing tall. As you go to walk through it however, you yelp as something tugs on your Hakama. Jumping before turning around with a grimace.

“Komiko? I thought you said you’d be in bed-“ You start, before being pulled even harder. This time, the force shocks you as you’re pulled down onto the dirt.

“Hey! Stop!” You growl, turning towards the force. Your fingers press into the coarse soil beneath your fingers. You were alone. A small sound of confusion escapes you, paired with a sense of disappointment.

You were kind of done for the night. You didn’t need anything else going wrong-

Suddenly, you were thrown back. Your elbow skidding against the dirt and taking the brunt of the attack. You shout out in pain, your eyes darting around as you glare at nothing.

“STOP! Whoever you are- does it look like I’m laughing?!” You yell, now officially passed off.

It’s then that you hear a deafening crack from above you, or now, rather, in front of you after being torn away. Your eyes shoot up to the Tojii gate, it’s pristine pillars suddenly filled with cracks.

“Those weren’t-“ You’re barely able to speak before they begin to shift.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you scramble from the ground. The gate groans at the change in balance as the cracked poles shift further, before crumbling away. Bringing the entire gate to the ground.

A puff of dust fans out of the fallen structure as you feel goosebumps crawl up your back. Your breathing irregular.

At your feet lay the debris of the religious barrier. Now shattered all too suddenly. You couldn’t find the strength in you to stand up. You’d been frozen to the ground in fear. As you stare at the remains with a broken understanding, you fail to notice the choir of people calling your name.

Priests and Priestesses rushed out of the shrine walls as they saw what was left of the gates. Many stared in shock as hands went to people’s mouths in astonishment. Murmurs from the people were hardly recognized by you.

And rightly so, this had never happened before.

You’re only snapped from your stupor when a familiar pair of arms wrap around you.

“(Y/n)! Lord, are you alright?!” Your mother was crouched before you. Searching you for any form of injury.

You could hear how quickly your heart was racing, a throbbing drumming in your ears and chest. Pain blossomed in your elbow as you clutched it tightly. Finally, you’re able to make eye contact.

“I- dunno’ what happened-…” You breathe out.

“That’s not what I asked. I can figure that out with my eyes. I need to know if you’re alright.” Her tone is serious as she holds you by the shoulders.

“Yeah, I should be alright.”

“Anything you need some medicine for?”

“I-I need to bandage up my elbow.” You lift it up or her to see, face pale and hands shaky. The robe had torn open at the elbow, revealing a jagged scuff beneath the seams of your sleeve.

“I’ll clean that up for you, and I’ll make sure to get your robe sewn up. For now, I need you to stay out here. Make sure the children stay in bed.” She instructs seriously, authority creeping into her tone.

You nod as the adrenaline of the gate’s collapse begins to wear off. While you push yourself off of the ground, your mother finds the group surrounding the broken structure. Forcing her way through to look at it. You rub your elbow, staring at the group. Each are dressed in varying sleepwear while others still wear their Hakamas’. All quietly discussing and examining the rubble.

Scooping up your spilled groceries, you walk past the group, listening as best you can as you head into the shrine grounds.

“-Could it have been damaged by that recent thunderstorm?”

“No, no. The gate’s material is supposed to repel lightning. Not attract it.”

“It’s possible, but look at the position of some of the cracking-…”

Their words become a blur in your ears as you head inside of the shrine. The frazzled feeling finally dispersed.

But now, you were just confused.

What, or worse, who grabbed you?

You felt your eyebrows knit as you walked deeper into the shrine grounds. Headed towards your Sha-ke. You mentally slapped yourself. Rolling your shoulders and taking a breath as you went into work-mode.

Approaching your home, you slide the wooden front door open, stepping inside and dropping the basket of food down. Then, slipping into your bedroom.

The room was dark aside from a small orange lantern lit in the corner of the room, stretching over every surface the light could touch—including Komiko’s sleeping figure from the floor. You were silent as you crossed your sleeping sister, creeping towards the chest of drawers across your room to find some medicine.

Your toes flexed as you tiptoed, silently finding the third drawer filled with medical amenities. It creaked softly, causing you to pause before you were able to pull it open.

“(Y/n)?” A soft voice yawned.

Immediately you grimace with a sigh, shielding your elbow from sight.

“Hey Komi’.” You reply softly.

“What are you doing?” She mumbles, rubbing her eyes. Kneeling beside her futon, you reach forward, clutching her small fist as you smiled down at her sleepy expression.

“Don’t worry, just helpin’ momma. I promise I’ll be back soon. You can go to sleep.” You tug it away from her eyes to stop her from rubbing them.

“I don’t wanna’. Not when you’re hurt.”

You pause at her comment. “…You’re too observant for your age.” You scoff fondly, patting her head with your clean hand.

“What happened?” She rests her head back down on the pillow, blinking to try and stay awake.

“I fell.”

“What about the loud boom?”

“…One of the Tojii Gates also fell.”

“Oh.” She says. Too sleepy to worry about how important that might be.

“So, we aren’t cleaning the gates tomorrow?” She adds with a sleepy frown.

You huff gently with a breathy laugh. “I’m afraid not. We’re probably going to close the shrine grounds tomorrow to fix it… But they might let us clean the other two.”

She nods. “Okay.”

As you watch her slip in and out of consciousness, you pull your sleeve up, eying her cautiously as you treat it. When certain she’s not watching, you carefully apply the medicine to the wound with a small towel. Watching your sister’s expression for a moment, your fingers continue working to bandage your elbow.

“Did the gates fall on you?” You pull the bandage tight around your elbow as she speaks again, her eyes still closed.

“No.” You reply.

She pauses again. Evoking you to glance back at her. She’s looking down at her pillow, playing with her blanket as a smile filled with childlike wonder finds her face.

“Then I guess what that man said was true.” She giggles into her pillow, her eyelids sagging.

“What man?” You narrow your eyes at her blissful expression, your fingers working around the roll of bandages as you wrap up your elbow.

“The green man,” she continues. “He said he’s really good at keeping promises.”

“The green man.” You echo, not sure what to make of it.

“Yeah. He was super nice.”

“What did he promise you? Do I know him?” You frown.

Her cheeks swell with air, puffed up into a pout. “He told me not to tell anybody I talked to him.”

You thought it might’ve been a dream she’d had, or an imaginary friend of some kind. You knew it was important to take what kids say with a grain of salt; but that was weird—to have something purely imaginary telling a kid something like that. Unless they were real. You didn’t like that.

A wary feeling welled up inside of you; your legs felt awfully weak after hearing that.

“Komiko. I need you to tell me what he said.”

“… But he-“

“Now. Please.” You murmur.

She sighs, sitting up again as she crosses her legs.

“Well... He never actually told me his name, so I called him the green man. He doesn’t come very often, but when he does, he’s really good at hiding. Any time I try to point him out, he always hides.”

You nod. Do you or do you not take this seriously? You didn’t want to seem stingy, but it was for your sister’s safety. All and all, the only thing you could for now was listen.

“That was the first time I talked to him though. It was after I went out to explore the forest. And I saw him in a tree.”

You nod again, anticipation building in your chest.

“And then he played with me.” She finished. Making you aware of just how close you’d leaned in to listen.

“That’s it? What about your promise with him?” You try with a stammer.

“Oh, yeah! He said that he promised to… Uh…” She narrows her eyes in thought. You suck on your teeth.

“I don’t remember.”

“You remembered earlier.” You reply pointedly.

“I don’t know! I’m just- really tired.” She pouts, flopping back down onto her futon.

“Please Komiko.”

She’s silent for a second.

“I think-“

“Miss (L/n)? Are you in here?”

You roll your head back with a groan, looking towards the doorway where one of your fellow priestesses stand.

“Yes?” You ask, a strained smile on your face.

“It’s your mother. She sent me to fetch you. She needs all hands-on deck.” She explains, her eyes darting back from you to your sister.

“Sure. I’ll be on my way.” You chew on the inside of your cheek, rising to your feet as you set a hand onto your sister’s head.

“You and I aren’t done. So, make sure you get some rest, okay?” You say with a lilt. Her expression makes you smile.

“Okay… And, um, when you get back, can we cuddle?” She leans into your palm, her head warm from the sheets.

“You bet.” You grin, pressing any stray hairs back for a kiss to her forehead. She giggles softly before finally laying down again. The priestess nods to you as you swiftly rise, following her out towards the gates in hasty manner. You could see your mother directing people in the distance.

“-Cover the South-eastern sector. Check for more damage. If need be, we’ll gather to purify any evil. I need- (Y/n).” Her expression shifts to one of relief. You were someone she could always rely on. “There you are. I need you to search the Northern sector of the shrine for any sort of disturbances. Emergency check. Can you manage on your own?”

“I’ve got it covered.” You nod, your hand resting against your side. Fingers prodding for the handle of something sharp hidden away in your robes.

“Thank you. Be quick, and meet back here to report anything. You know what to look for? What you need to report?”

“Mhm.” You nod, eyes narrowing in seriousness.

“Good. Then off you go.”

Honestly, this whole checkup has been rather disappointing for you.

Yeah, you knew it was probably a good thing that you hadn’t encountered any danger—no Tanuki, Oni, or Tengu in sight; the Omarmori’s you’d encountered seemed just fine—but the immaturity in you begged for something aside from mist and shadows that might lurk out on the grounds.

A soft groan of exhaustion bubbled up from your chest as you wrestled with your fatigue, and given the placement of the moon, you guessed it was likely far past midnight. Great. But, in your despair for essentially wasting your time, came the relief for finding the edge of the forest. Your cue, to head back towards the shrine, and clock out for the night.

“Finally.” You breathed, leaning against a tree as you gaze up at one of the small Omamori’s dangling from a tree branch. This one—more powerful than those sold in the gift shop—glistened a vibrant shade of red, golden embellishments of your shrine’s name stamped on. It jingled softly in the breeze, twirling whilst strung from above.

When all seemed to be in fine condition after your check—which you ensured was as thorough as one could be when being checked by one who’s been awake for eighteen hours straight—you decided to begin your trek back to the shrine.

When walking back, the clouds seemed adamant on pursuing your troubles as they crossed in front of the moon, effectively blocking your only light source. The mist that hung low to the ground grew thicker, it’s cold exhale slipping beneath the skirt of your Hakama and grasping at your legs. An eerie feeling found your chest as shadows flooded the forest; it was unnervingly dark.

As time passed, the trees began to feel closer together. It was impossible to see anything in front of you, hell, you couldn’t even see your own two feet. You stuck your arm out blindly while nerves encouraged you to find the blade sheathed in your pocket immediately.

You were losing your cool. It was too hard to see. Too hard to breathe. You felt trapped in this veil of mist and shrouded murk as your throat slowly began to close.

No. Something was off.

Biting your tongue, you guided yourself forward. However, with the risk of running smack bang into a tree, you could only increase your pace to a brisk walk.

The mist continued to close in on you. Until it grew tight. It was thick and choppy. You couldn’t breathe.

‘I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I. Can’t. Breathe.’

Black splotched at your vision as you began to inhale the thick mist. Violent coughs wracked your figure, and despite how badly you’d wanted to—you couldn’t stay quiet. You gasped and hacked uncontrollably, tears burning your eyes until you felt your knees buckle helplessly beneath you. Leaving you in a broken heap on the forest floor.

As you shuddered and seized with painful splutters, a disgusting scream—one loud enough to effectively silence your coughs—made you look around wildly. Clamping a hand over your mouth, your body helplessly began to gag against your hand. Demanding you expel of all your bodily contents.

With a lack of air, and the chance of your life at stake, you willingly let the frenzied coughing overcome you.

That’s when the screech resurfaced, that same bestial shriek here to reverberate off of the trees. Echoing around you on all sides, your ears ring at the insultingly loud wail. However, with a sudden gust of wind, the mist around you suddenly disperses, and amidst the clearing, you find yourself alone clutching the grass. Your hands trembled as fresh air returned to your lungs; labored gasps of air letting you greedily inhale anything your lungs could hold.

But alas, your time for relief was short as your eyes suddenly met those of darkness above you. You slowly peered up at the shadowy figure above you. The sclera’s of the being barely visible amidst the sea of black swimming within it’s eyes. It was a Yokai. A demon.

There was a demon within Shrine boundaries.

The shrine had been infiltrated.

Fear flooded your system as your body went into overdrive. Fight, flight or freeze; a decision made unconsciously. Immediately. In this condition, you weren’t given much choice to move; even if you’d wanted to. You laid paralyzed beneath the monster, breath hitched as the demon towered over your crumpled form silently.

It’s eyes lolled around freely within it’s sunken eye sockets, their reflections muddled. They were lifeless, no light within it’s eyes whatsoever. Their eyes clung to the last shreds of skin that kept them in place as the darkness swelled within it’s eyes. Bubbling with empty desires. Or perhaps, none at all.

It was blind, you’d realized.

You held your breath, your movements stilled until there were none. And yet, somehow, there was still sound. Throbbing from within you. Your eyes widened in terror as the sound of your heartbeat began to echo. Stretching past the confines of your own ears. Was it the smoke? Why was your heartbeat so loud?

It was then that a withered hand came flying forward towards your face. The Yokai’s fingers snatching the hair from your scalp.

A scream ripped from you as the Yokai tore you towards it by the roots of your hair. Your fingers clawed at it’s grip as you thrashed within it’s grasp; nothing to defend yourself with aside from the strength you have.

You feel yourself pressed to it as it lets out a hellish bellow, it’s chest rumbling vigorously against your back as you claw at it’s hands—now working their way up your body to hold your waist and mouth.

You scream into it’s shriveled palm as it’s grip tightens, hoisting you up and giving you a perfect view of the back of it’s throat. It’s jaw pops harshly as it seems to unhinge, dropping open in a distinctly inhuman way.

Tears leap to your eyes as your muffled screams of anger and pain quickly grow into ones of terror. You can practically hear the way your body molds into the grip of it’s hands; indicated by the nightmarish cracking of a bone. Another scream, this one the loudest, rips from the deepest corners of your body as you feel your shoulder dislocate.

And suddenly, as it’s humid breath envelops your body, and your feet come in contact with the slick of it’s saliva, your brain just seems to stop.

Click. You’re out.

Limp.

You never thought ‘play dead’ could be taken so literally.

It’s tongue finds your body and licks up your uniform. Dragging up your unconscious body to get a taste. If you were able to form a cohesive thought, you likely would’ve been grateful for the lack of feeling in your body. A disgusting violation that you couldn’t stop, but luckily, couldn’t feel.

However, though you couldn’t feel, you could hear.

You could hear way too much for your own liking, in fact.

The squelch of the Yokai’s tongue against you made you retch against the creature’s hand. This was officially one of the worst ways to die.

Just let it be quick.

Please.

I’m begging.

“Hey, hey now, that is no way to treat a lady. Have you any shame?”

Now that was unexpected.

A new voice.

“Though I doubt any follower of All For One has any knowledge on that sort of thing anyways.” The voice continues.

It was then that you heard the Yokai speak. Though you suppose you weren’t enough of a problem for it to need to speak earlier. Not that you could understand it anyways. It spoke in a series of hisses and squeals, it’s voice loud and agitating on the ears. Yet the person responded. In fact, they laughed.

“Yes, I have.” They pause, the next time they speak, their voice is closer. It’s a man, you realize.

“I do apologize. Though I pity the suffering you endure in this form, it is fit for the horrible sins you have committed against humanity, against The Seven, and now, against this woman.” His voice is rather soft, as his tone grows deeper before dropping off. Silence following his words.

“I mean, surely you understand that there are consequences to your actions.” His voice is even closer now, a deep sigh into your ear. A shudder wracks through you at his tone, among the threat’s implications, fear grew within you instantly.

It's then that you hear a morbid squelch, followed by an ear-splitting shriek from the Yokai holding you. There's a thud before more sounds of aggression can be heard. You have difficulty following what goes on after that. With no sight or feeling in your body, it was nearly impossible to gain any sort of clarity as to what was happening around you.

Reliant on your ears, you listen on as sounds of exertion from the creature can be heard. The man, however, was almost silent.

However, after an abrupt crack, the Yokai fell silent too.

. . .

“Hello there.”

It was the man; and he was right next to you.

“I know you can hear me. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you make it back to the shrine safely.” He murmurs softly, his voice gentle but reassuring. Though his voice remained the same, the underlying tone in his voice was stark from before.

You aren’t sure what’s to come, until you hear a shuffle beside you. Sounds of rustling are heard for a moment before being followed by the steady thud of footsteps from beneath you.

‘What is going on?’

Forced to silently listen to the quiet breathing of the man and his footsteps, you were carried. You weren’t certain where, but you knew that the moment you’d be able to open your eyes, you wouldn’t be where you’d been before. Not that you wanted to linger there anyways.

Eventually—you weren’t sure when—you began to feel again. It started from where his hands slipped beneath the crooks of your knees and arms, then spread to your hands and feet, and working it’s way to your torso and very dislocated shoulder. Throbbing in accordance to your heartbeat. But even yet, you couldn’t open your eyes. It frustrated you to no end.

It was then that you felt the gentle shake of the man’s chest, paired with a breathless laugh. His hands tightened around your limbs, holding you even closer to him.

“Ah, ah. Don’t do that.” He chided; a gentle smile woven in his voice. “You opening your eyes won’t help you heal any faster. After all I can’t have you straining yourself, now can I?” You could feel the vibrations of his neck as he spoke quietly.

Against your better judgement, your muscles released their tension, and you seemed to sink slightly into the man’s—rather firm—chest. Your side remained pressed against his solid figure, softened by the warm linen drapes he wore.

“There.” He murmured.

At that, the world seemed to fall silent.

Thanks for reading. - Animetrashbox.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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Painted Fires Burn Brightly (3) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

A/n: wow a fic that doesn't involve women's football? i am shocked... but also I want to work on like five football fics at once so it's chaos here in my little corner.

Summary: You have inspiration for the first time since Amelia Shepherd broke your heart and threw you into a wall of artist's block. But who knows if the fire between you and Andy will burn out or become an eternal flame?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you matter.

Previously...

Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly before you smiled a little, "ciao, fiamma."

Andy Herrera stammered for a moment before smiling, "hi, are you free?"

---

"Lunch with my baby brother and angioletta of a baby sister was okay, by the way, I know you haven't met them yet."

"What does angioletta mean?" Maya enquired, leaving Andy to pause as she listened for the meaning of the Italian word.

"Little angel." Carina smiled, resting her hands on Maya's hips as she leaned in for a kiss.

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"I'd call you some Italian name in response, but I only know fiamma, and angioletta..." Andy admitted as you let her inside, taking a sip of your drink as Andy spoke.

All it took was hearing angioletta for you to spit your drink, covering your face as Andy's eyes widened.

"Whoah, you okay?"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, my sister calls me angioletta, fiamma." You explained, wiping your face with a piece of kitchen towel before drying where you had spat your drink.

Andy frowned as she processed what you just said, her jaw clenched as she stared at you, eyes glancing over your features.

///

"Wait, wait, your sister, your sister wouldn't happen to be Doctor Carina DeLuca, who is dating Maya Bishop, a fellow firefighter at Station 19?" Andy asked, her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow, waiting for a response.

"Well, I haven't met Maya yet, but Carina is my older sister. I'm sorry we didn't discuss it, we were a bit busy after leaving the bar, and it's not exactly pillowtalk." You admitted, pulling into yourself as Andy's eyes softened, her fire qwelling as she realised how insecure you were after everything.

"You're the youngest?" Andy toed the line onto another topic, gently stepping forwards to pry your fingers from where they were clawed into your arms.

"Yeah, after what our father did, our mother left with Andrea and myself to America, Carina stayed in Italy with him. I was little, so I barely remembered Italy. I begged and begged my mama to take me when she would go visit papa and Carina, and she did. I stayed and completed my undergrad there, got dual citizenship and came back to America for my master's degree." You explained, staring at your shoes as you spoke, tensing slightly as Andy stepped closer, her hand under your chin to coax you into looking at her.

"What your father did?" Andy gently prodded, feeling you lean into her hand as it cupped your cheek.

"Bipolar disorder. Our father was a renowned surgeon, but he operated during a manic state on seven people, four died. Our father got away with it because of his connections, but mama left him, and took me and Andrea with her, Carina stayed." You explained, glancing away as you took a breath.

"They worry about me. They thought I was developing it at one point, but I'm fine. I saw a doctor and a psychiatrist in case, because they scared me, but I don't have it. Carina worries for my brother now, but she checks up on us both." You brushed away a tear before it could parade down your cheek, mumbling apologies and swear words in Italian before Andy intervened.

"It's okay, they said you're okay, so it's okay. I'm sorry I asked so many questions, I just, I panicked, can you imagine how your sister would react to this? And Maya? She already had this shit-eating grin after I told her I had earth-shattering sex with an Italian girl, what happens when she finds out it was her girlfriend's baby sister?"

The smirk on your face was intolerable as Andy covered your mouth with her hand.

"Please tell me you didn't actually use the word 'earth-shattering' because... now I feel dirty, what if my sister found out you said that?" You grimaced, watching as Andy gently removed her hand from your mouth so you could speak.

"God, I have no idea if Maya... she overheard, your sister knows I found an Italian lover who called me fiamma." Andy realised as your eyes widened.

"Yeah, I'm not going to hear the end of this from her, especially after..." You trailed off, looking over at the canvas on the coffee table with sorrow in your eyes.

"Your last heartbreak?"

"Yeah, when Carina told me what was going on, I begged her to get rid of everything, every little piece of inspiration. I found that one behind a bedside table, and called her to get rid of it, like the others. I can't even go have lunch with my siblings at Grey Sloan because she tries to come over and talk to me. It's... ugh, I want to paint my emotions away." You replied, heading towards your studio/the spare room when Andy caught your hand, smiling as you tilted your head in question.

///

Carina didn't expect to see a voicemail from you after checking her phone. She helped a mother deliver her baby a while ago and was now going to get the resident to update the chart when her phone buzzed.

"Carina, hey, what's going on?"

"Y/n found another of the canvases that remind them of Amelia. I'm going to go see if she is okay, and remove the canvas." Carina explained as Andrew hurried over, spotting Carina grabbing her bag.

"Wait, Y/n dropped one of their paint tubes when she ran at lunch. Here. Uh, I think the cap was a bit loose." Andrew replied, flicking his fingers as the luminous green paint coated his fingertips.

Carina murmured a mix of a thank you and a swear word in Italian under her breath as Andrew passed her the metal tube of paint, holding it daintly until she could wrap it in some tissue, green paint in her bag wasn't something she wanted to clean up.

///

"This is what you've been working on?" Andy turned her head from where the two of you had been leaning in, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Uh, yeah, since you left this morning. I take my travel bundle with me when I go out too. I have some older stuff if you want to see, before she who we don't talk about by name entered my life?" You offered, heading over to the wardrobe, Andy's eyes following your figure as you began to rummage through the bottom of the wardrobe.

Holding the chosen sketchbook up with pride, your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up as you noticed how Andy was looking at you, that small smirk on her face making your stomach dance with butterflies.

///

"Before we met, I think maybe, before Maya even met Carina, my best friend from my childhood, he died. He jumped in front of a bullet for me, this kid, Milo, he didn't know the gun was real, he just wanted to play cops and roobers. I threw myself into work." Andy divulged part of her past to you one night, her fingers drawing patterns over your collarbone as your chin rested on the crown of her head, holding each other in the darkness.

///

Time had passed since you met Andy Herrera in that bar, starting a relationship. Neither of you regretted it, but the two of you were hiding from Maya and Carina.

Your brother knew. He could tell that the light in your eyes had returned, but the light was more like a fire, and your art was beginning a surplus that had you developing more than a portfolio.

When Andy found out her dad's cancer was back, she ran to you. Allowing you to gently hold her in your arms, running your fingers over her skin and listening to her recall story after story about her father, who had maybe six months to live.

"I met him, I think I met him before I met Maya actually. I was looking for Carina at your firehouse, you were all out on a call. He let me take some photos for my artwork. He was kind. Some people don't think art is a worthwhile thing... your father is amazing, fiamma."

///

"Shall I call in sick?" Andy enquired, leaning into you as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you closer.

"You and Sullivan still tense?" you hummed, feeling Andy bury a groan in your shoulder.

"Plus everything else? You are my saving grace, my angioletta." Andy smirked as you made a grumbling noise.

"Do you have to use my family's nickname for me when we're naked in bed together?"

///

"I talked about you in therapy today." Andy admitted when she got home from shift one day, finding you with charcoal all over your hands and slightly on your face, working on a piece of paper stretched over a board.

"Did it help?"

"You're my saving grace. Even the therapist could tell." Andy replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek before spotting the charcoal smeared on your face.

"We also talked about salsa dancing."

"I would like to see this salsa dancing of yours, y'know. I don't know how to dance but... I'm scared I'll stand on your toes." You confessed, pausing as Andy started to wipe at your face.

"How about, I show you a little after we get this charcoal off your face?"

///

"Don't you have that hike with Jack Gibson today?" You enquired, gesturing to Andy's phone as she drove you to where she wanted to meet her father for breakfast. With you. She was taking you to meet her father.

"I'll text him, if you still want to go?"

"You sure your dad will even like me?" You paused, hesitant but Andy reached over to stroke your cheek after parking the car.

"I adore you, and it's not like he can tell me not to crap where I eat this time, you only wait outside the firehouse to see me or if Carina's not answering her phone."

"Yeah I've walked in on Maya and Carina enough times to say that if Carina's not answering her phone, she's involved in someone's vagina... Maya's, or a pregnant patient..." You grimaced at what you were saying, but Andy wasn't able to hold back her laughter as the two of you walked into the cafe, not seeing how Pruitt was watching, seeing how you two were holding hands and grinning.

He didn't mention it at the time, but admitted later, the two of you looked at each other like there were stars in your eyes. Like you each hung the moon. He didn't mention though, how you two were a better match in his eyes, than Andy and Sullivan could ever be.

///

"Wait, so you're related to Carina?" Jack enquired, turning his head to acknowledge you as you hiked behind him and Andy.

"She's my big sister."

"Have you met Maya yet?" Jack asked his next question, glancing between you and Andy in thought.

"Yeah, I walked in on them, then Carina invited me and Andrew, my big brother, over for dinner with her and Maya. She's very competitive, only time my brother and I won any games was when we played an Italian one."

///

"Andy's never home. She's seeing someone, she wouldn't tell me before but I went on a hike with her and Carina's little sister earlier. Pretty sure it's her."

"I guess both Maya and Andy like Italians?" Miller replied, before his phone buzzed in sync with Jack and Vic's.

A four alarm fire turning into a five alarm.

///

"Fiamma... it's a beautiful day to save lives." You paused as Andy dropped you off on the street to walk home, away from the five alarm fire she had to attend to. Andy didn't know the reference but she nodded, love in her eyes as she headed away.

Andy didn't know the reference because you knew it from the surgical videos you watched with your brother when he was studying for his residency. He may be going into general surgery, but Derek Shepherd was almost a god in neurosurgery.

///

You didn't know what had happened at the storage unit fire until Andy was stood on your doorstep, tears running down her face.

Twenty bells were being rang that night, for a fallen firefighter. Andy's father, Pruitt Herrera had died venting a roof to save his team, to save his daughter.

///

Andy's gasp roused you from your sleep, sitting up immediately to check on her.

"Fiamma?"

"Whatever Warren gave me, it gives me crazy dreams." Andy wiped at her eyes, before shuffling into your arms, resting her head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through her hair.

"The only thing that's okay about any of this, is that he went out his way. Dixon doesn't get to make that a bad thing." Andy whispered, closing her eyes whilst yours lingered on a box sat across the room.

The cremated remains of Pruitt Herrera.

///

"Um... Vic wants to talk to you?" Andy passed you the phone, having found you standing over a large board of stretched paper, sketching out something.

"Sure? I've met her once- hi, Vic... yes I have that skill, when do you want me? As soon as possible? Right, okay, give me half an hour." Your eyebrows were nearly in your hairline as Andy managed to muster up enough energy to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Vic needs some help with some stuff, will you be okay if I go out for a bit? There's lunch in the fridge if you're up to eating, fiamma." Kissing Andy's forehead as she nodded. You would be back as soon as you could be.

///

"What did I just walk in on?" You raised an eyebrow, walking into Station 19 to spot Travis topless, in USA flag shorts, a USA flag top hat and his firefighter boots.

"He's July. For the calendar." Vic explained, holding back a laugh as you blinked several times.

"Isn't that rather objectifying?"

"See! I told you!" Travis gestured to you, reminding him of his comment earlier about feeling like a piece of meat.

///

"Okay, hold there, then whip your hat off like you're celebrating!" You instructed Travis as you and Vic worked on photographing him hanging onto the fire pole that was located in the station.

///

You were home before Andy woke up, promising Vic you would come back later when Dixon wasn't roaming around being an asshole.

///

"What is that arm doing? Where is Baby DeLuca? She's way better at instructing poses than you are!" Travis grumbled as he and Vic tried to photograph Maya for the calendar.

///

"I'm an orphan... I'm an orphan." Andy muttered to herself, her head lulling side to side before she met your eyes, "I'm an orphan."

"You've got me." You whispered back, offering Andy your hand to take.

"Do you talk to your dad?" Andy enquired, but you hid a grimace at the idea of talking to your father.

"Only Carina does. Andrew did, but he used him to try speed-run a medical experiment thing, so our father went back to Italy angry. I don't really know him, and what I do know... your father will always be a better father than mine."

///

Your phone buzzed with a message from Vic, asking how you would describe each pose for the remaining months of the calendar. Andy's head rested on your shoulder as she slept, leaving you to type out your message with your free hand, sending Vic enough details so she could formulate a decent fundraising calendar for Pruitt.

///

"What is that? Oh my god, did you all do one?" Andy raised an eyebrow, looking at the fundraising calendar photo of Maya.

"It was all Hughes' idea!" Travis blurted out, before blurting out the rest, "Vic got Baby DeLuca to help too!"

"Baby DeLuca?" Maya raised an eyebrow, unaware of how well the firehouse knew you, whilst Andy smiled at the calendar, flicking through the pages.

///

"Where were you going stir crazy? You haven't been home lately..." Jack began, leaving Andy to sigh.

"It's complicated."

"It's usually just an address." Jack chuckled, but Andy sighed again, biting her lip.

"You've met her. We just haven't told Maya... or my girlfriend's older sister, who Maya happens to be dating, that we're dating. I've been staying at her's, she's my saving grace." Andy confessed, not meeting Jack's eyes but he was smiling, glad it was you, and not the other choice he had heard whispers about. Andy had not married her battalion chief after dating him for about a month.

///

"Hey, cariño. Can you- can i get your opinion on this? I think there's something weird here, with my family after my mum died." Andy asked, finding you in the kitchen trying to sort out the homemade pasta that Carina had made for you and brought over whilst Andy was in the shower.

"I don't know what I'm looking at... fiamma, why does your mama look so sad in this picture?" You watched what you were saying, before passing the photo you found to Andy, who frowned at how miserable her mother looked, in a family photo.

"Where are you going?" You enquired, but Andy hurriedly kissed your cheek and ran out, grabbing her keys as she shouted, "I need to check something at the firehouse!"

///

Andy updated you with texts after that, you could tell she was mad, but then your older siblings turned up at your door. Andrew was struggling with his bipolar disorder and adjusting to his meds, and Carina didn't admit it at first, but Maya had cheated on her with Jack.

Andy's texts to you went unread as you left your phone on the coffee table, sitting in the middle of the couch with your older siblings leaning into you, taking the comfort that you gave. You didn't realise the parallels this hug gave at the time, but an old photo of a little you being hugged by a young Andrew and a young Carina became your favourite photo of you and your siblings as time went on.

"What do you want to watch?" You enquired as your brother laid on your couch, but you received no answer as he was fast asleep.

"Wow, okay... movie with headphones it is." You murmured to yourself, picking up your phone as it lit up with a message from Andy.

Fiamma: my mami is alive

///

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Quotes from The Outsiders that stuck with me...WARNING:SPOILERS:

This is basically THE OUTSIDERS quotes that stick with me and that are my favorite. There also are some quotes with some Curtis brother love and appreciation:)) In no order BTW.

"Soda just put his hand on my shoulder. "Easy, Ponboy. They ain't gonna hurt you no more.""(Hinton, 08).

"I would. I'd help her and Randy both, if I could. "Hey," I said suddenly, "can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?" She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good." "You can see it good from the East Side, too." I said quietly. "Thank, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay." She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly." (Hinton, 130).

"Dally raised the gun, and I thought: You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing. And even as the policemen's guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted. He jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently-Please, not him. . .not him and Johnny both-I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted." (Hinton, 154).

""Darry!" I screamed, and the next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him. "Darry," I said, "I'm sorry. . ." He was stroking my hair and I could hear the sobs racking him as he fought to keep back the tears. "Oh, Pony, I thought we'd lose you. . .like we did Mom and Dad. . ." That was his silent fear then- of losing another person he loved. I remembered how close he and Dad had been, and I wondered how I could ever have thought him hard and unfeeling. I listened to his heart pounding through his T-shirt and knew everything was going to be okay now. I had taken the long way around, but I was finally home. To stay." (Hinton, 98-99).

""I'm pretty bad off, ain't I, Pony?" "You'll be okay," I said with fake cheerfulness. "You gotta be. We couldn't get along without you." The truth of that last statement hit me. We couldn't get along without him. We needed Johnny as much as he needed the gang. And for the same reason. "I won't be able to walk again," Johnny started, then faltered. "Not even on crutches. Busted my back." "You'll be okay," I repeated firmly. Don't start crying, I commanded myself, don't start crying, you'll scare Johnny." (Hinton, 121).

""You want to know something, Ponyboy? I'm scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself. . ." He drew a quivering breath. "I don't want to die now. It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't long enough. I wouldn't mind it so much if there wasn't so much stuff I ain't done yet and so many things I ain't seen. It's not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I've been away from our neighborhood." "You ain't gonna die.""(Hinton, 121-122).

""We're all proud of you, buddy." Johnny's eyes glowed. Dally was proud of him. That was all Johnny had ever wanted. "Ponyboy," I barely heard him. I came closer and leaned over to hear what he was going to say. "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold. . ." The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died. You read about people looking peacefully asleep when they're dead, but they don't. Johnny looked dead. Like a candle with the flame gone. I tried to say something, but I couldn't make a sound. Dally swallowed and reached over to push Johnny's hair back. "Never could keep that hair back. . .that's what you get tryin' to help people, you little punk, that's what you get. . . " Whirling suddenly, he slammed back against the wall. His face contracted in agony, and sweat streamed down his face. "Damnit, Johnny. . ." he begged, slamming one fist against the wall, hammering it to make it obey his will. "Oh, damnit, Johnny, don't die, please don't die. . ." He suddenly bolted through the door and down the hall."(Hinton, 157-158).

I love you all and Stay Gold~

#stay gold #the outsiders #johnnycade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis

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As the sun was setting in Deadgrass Isle, the Claythorpe mansion seemed shockingly quiet giving the fact that it was almost full to its guest capacity.

Everyone was in their respective room finishing getting ready for dinner. The surroundings were so silent one could even hear the branches of the bushes in the front yard, dancing gracefully to the rythm of a gentle breeze. The calm right before the storm, as some like to call it.

Upstairs in one of the main guest rooms, Vivienne was putting the final touches to her makeup. Cooper had already finished dressing up and went downstairs to grab a drink before dinner was served.

Alone and right next to a cozy fire, Vivienne took a last look at her face in the mirror. The sutil light coming from the flames lightened up her features.

Yes, she could most certainly appreciate how lucky she had been with her looks. Someone from her background could have never succeeded the way she did it had it not been for them. But could she do it all over again, if she ever had to? And most importantly, had it all been worth it, really?

— I guess we're about to find out— she said to herself.

Down in the drawing room, Cooper walked in and was surprised to find Reverend Da Gioia already there... patiently sitting on one of the white linen armchairs.

— Already here?

— It's one of the good things about wearing an habit. One doesn't have to give much thought to what he's gonna be wearing.

— Yeah, about that... there's something we need to talk about, Lorenzo.

— Lorenzo?— Reverend Da Gioia asked— We're doing first names now? Here?

— Listen, there has been a change of plans...

— What do you mean?

Cooper swallowed and poured himself a whiskey on the rocks. He was about to say something when the drawing room doors opened once again. It was Vivienne.

— Vivienne darling, you look dazzling— Cooper said to his wife.

— Thank you, dear. Reverend, it's good to see you. I'm glad you could join us.

— I wouldn't have missed it for the world, Mrs. Vivienne. Plus, Mrs. Edna wouldn't have forgiven me otherwise. Would you care to join us?

— Yes dear, why don't you take a seat? Care for a drink?— Cooper asked.

— No thank you, I'll just have a cigarette.

— Reverend, I haven't offered you because I assumed...

— Rightfully so, Mr. Claythorpe. Drinking is not one of my vices.

— Does a Reverend even have any vices?— Vivienne asked ironically, while cracking a witty smile.

— He is a man, after all. Even a man of God is allowed to indulge a bit every now and then, darling Vivienne.

Reverend Da Gioia moved uncomfortably in his chair, avoided looking at anyone present and limited himself to saying:

— If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go do my prayers before dinner. Enjoy your appetizer, Mr. Claythorpe. I'll see you both in the dining room.

As Reverend Da Gioia left the room, Vivienne stood up and moved closer to the window while continuing smoking. Cooper, on the other hand, sat on the couch and kept quiet.

— You must think I'm real stupid, don't you Cooper?— Vivienne asked, turning away from him.

— I beg you pardon?

Cooper took a cigarette out of his case and made an attempt to light it up.

— You know, respect is the one thing I always thought I could expect from you. Up until you came, all men in my life treated me like some sort of... I don't know. Like I was nothing but a dumb blonde.

— You're anything but a dumb blonde, darling.

— You must have forgotten, then.

— What are you talking about, for God's sake?

Vivienne turned on her toes, walked towards Cooper and sat right in front of him. She stared at him without blinking, not even once. She took one last smoke from her cigarette, and said:

— I know what you've been up to.

— What?

And right before Vivienne was capable of saying anything, Mr. Tackett knocked on the door, came in and announced:

— If you could please accompany me to the dining room, Mrs. Claythorpe's ready for her guests and dinner is about to be served.

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glitterdragonthegreatprotector · 3 months

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Lucifer's Prayer

Sáncte Míchael Archángele...

Do you still answer to that?

Dear brother, hear my voice one more time

My prayers I know are unanswered

Per the decree of the monstrum

At least listen to a lullaby...

If any part of you is left

Behind porcelain eyes...

I wrote a song for you,

Like I have before

Listen from close, from on high

Hell's lullaby...

You remember flying,

Far away?

You stayed close to the sun

Icarus reversed

I fell for fun...

You played only when I begged

I trained when you scolded

We balanced each other out

You were my perfection

I was face, you were brain

Twins forever, we'd used to say...

geminos in aeternum...

Can we go back to those days?

Even for a moment...

Even in a dream...

Just for a second...

You know naught of how I missed thee

Rest my dear brother

dilecte frater, requiesce

The sooner we may meet again...

Close your eyes, though blind eternally

Only in dreams can I hold you again

My prayers unanswered

You burn my hand

But I forgive you

As I have done before

Your sins are no more

Little brother...

Sáncte Míchael Archángele

Dream with me tonight

Let me hold close

Do you remember how we did before?

If any piece you can hear me, brother

I continue loving you from below

delicta dimittuntur

If you still sleep in heaven

Rest without grief

All you've done is excused

I know it's not you...

Behind that mask is a scared little boy

I'm scared too

So I wait for you in flames

To hold you...

When hell freezes over

Maybe we'll all be freed

Till then I wait for you

In sleep...

My our love not stay

Just in fleeting memories...

Sáncte Míchael Archángele

Do you remember when,

I had broken my first bones?

How exciting it was!

The pain, after beginnings in bliss

You pointed out I was crying

Pain foreign to both of us

You had been frightened and caring

I laughed it off

Father started yelling...

Then pain wasn't fun

Whatever you think behind those blank eyes

It's not your fault

I was mischievous since our beginnings

omnia peccata mea sunt

I had seen you cry

Sword through my heart

Know despite the pain,

I was happy with how close you were

fratrem Belphegor sequimur, ad terras somniorum

So we meet in peace

My heart eternally yearning

For how things had been

Michael, you hear me?

I love you still

When you sleep tonight

Just visit me, alright?

My prayers eternally unheard

Just listen this one time...

I wrote this pleading lullaby

Dream of how I held you

How I loved you dearly

Dream of how sorry I am

Falling so far from the light

The dark is safe and sound

Light brings danger all around

I'd chose to be in danger to be with you again...

Sleep my dear brother...

I love you eternally

Amen...

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wordsinhaled · 2 years

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@dissociationoftheendless now i'm listening to more lucas scarab and slowly losing it

these lyrics??????

when I first met your eyes and I saw the lonely there buried I saw right through the lies and I knew you felt just like me you were trapped, you were suffering; of the future you're reasonably wary but your gaze is so vast and I want to be lost in your sea

you're the dumbest mistake I ever would make our corruption was far too deep-seated to shake but if I meet my end, you were my only friend in a word my eyes can't comprehend

I was so tangled up in the web that you'd carefully crafted that when lifeboats surrounded the ship I'd look the other way no, nothing, not flesh and not blood, could have pried me from you as we slow-spiraled downwards I swore you would beg me to stay

but I now know that you only fancied the hunt keeping close that which you were forbidden to want though I can't forgive your keeping me in the dark you still keep your hold on my heart

and I watch wide awake as a stranger sleeps right beside me but he's wearing the skin of the one that I used to hold dear as a lamb to the slaughter your cold hand did carefully guide me and it's all I can do to close my eyes and embrace my fear

keeping you to myself as close as you would come all so that you could remain comfortably numb you laugh my desolation, you reap my despair you're watching me go up in flames 'cause our love is your favorite game

#the sandman #dreamling #i'm emotionally compromised

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mencnfire · 1 year

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"I want you to listen to me closely, Kazuhira," the words were dropped just below his ear, warm breath ghosting over his skin as Melissa's opposite hand trailed over his torso and moved skywards, progressing slowly as she whispered these thoughts to him, "And tell me what you would do with me in the next hour. Pretend we are alone, that neither of us has any place to be, no duties, nothing. You get a full hour and no distractions."

Her digits found his chin then - and she gripped the man gently by that part of the face, moving backwards so there was a way to glance at his expressions instead of just guessing his reactions through shortened breath or rapid pulsing. Smiling in a way that was decidedly not innocent, Melissa took it one step further and pressed her lips to the corner of his own, not initiating a kiss but suggesting it in a way that couldn't be more obvious. "Tell me, Kazuhira."

@stingslikeabee

it'd been weeks since she'd first come to the base - a woman easy on the eyes and for a world of soldiers, eye candy not to be shared. to say that her presence had caused disruption would be an understatement; a few fights had already broken out between the men. tension flared by battle and encouraged by the allure of something they'd not had in so long. so used to violence, a man could forget the touch of a woman ( lord knows kazuhira had ) - but for her sake, for his and for everybody else's - the only eye he'd been keeping on her had been wary ones. the look of a protector making sure she was safe; a man half-blind but eyes for her, he'd certainly had.

and when a fight had broken out specifically with her in the middle - he'd not been the start of it but he'd certainly been the end. the snap of his crutch between two men, a vicious look and words that had sniped. quickly enough, both men had stood to silence, placed saluting hands at their foreheads and begged for forgiveness.

disabled though he now was, kazuhira needed no physical strength for the respect of his men. what he did need, however, was for them to keep away from her. at that time, he'd wanted to lean down, offer a hand and pull her into his arms but alas, he could hardly move. one arm tied to the crutch that keeps him standing, the other - gone. all he'd offered her were eyes and a half-smile. a nod of his as if to say sorry -

but ever since then, there had been a spark.

a flame lit neath them, eyes on one another from across the hall - him unable to see her but he'd always made her out from the others. her curves, the sultry sway of her hips when she'd walked.

passing comments had turned to lingering conversations, the slightest gap between them had become her hands adjusting his tie.

a dangerous game, kaz had begun to play - one he'd played enough as a young man. one he'd told himself he'd not take part in again - one he finds himself so desperately drawn to that being by her side is his chance for a break from hate.

despite the tension that comes with the enduring feeling of mother-base, she'd found a way to quell it. her smile, her words - like a quick shot of a drug, directly into his veins. relief found in the smallest gestures.

though this gesture now is not what he'd call a small one - a tension swelled between the two of them. weeks that had turned to months, those slightest touches and the quietest whispers now a hold that has him stopping in her presence. listening and holding onto every word. grey eyes following her lips, a hand that easily dismisses his crutch in favour of curling fingers around her waist, his body rested against brick - his head leant forth enough to breathe hot breath on her skin.

her hands on his body has him shiver; touch such an unfamiliar thing these days. her words bringing a quiver to the usual calm of his breathing.

"what i'd do-?" he queries, voice soft - soft enough so's nobody hears them, soft enough as to not get himself too excited. the lips near his own and the fingers that tease stubble do well to have his answer stifled, his own hand wandering the curve of her waist - so eager to tear clothes from her form; to have her right here, right now. "ha-" his lips beg for a kiss, the soldier puckered into hers and then left hanging by the slightest movement. a tease. a nudge for him to want her all the more ( and little would she know how hard he wants her, not lest she take that hand to his pants ). "you know how long it's been-?"

his words are edged through breaths, heat on her skin that quickly becomes the drag of lips - she tastes as he'd imagined; a relief to his tongue, an urging to kiss her all over.

"how long it's been since i've been with a woman-" his hand squeezes then; one arm strong enough to pull her into him. her body on his, the firmness of strained muscle a hard comfort for her form. "i'd fuck you right here and now" his words, though a purr, contain the grizzled desperation of a man almost animalistic with lust. a man whose heat burns both in his chest and between his legs. a man who would - right now - give anything to have her on her knees and sucking his cock. "and i wouldn't stop-" kisses continue, the lash of his tongue falling from chin to neck, the slightest bites between it - a hand that slips between her thighs with a tease in its touch "wouldn't stop 'til you beg me to."

containing fervour is a hard thing for a man so long from pleasure; there's no denying the hardening between his legs, the arousal that sees thighs jerk. if he was as he used to be - he'd be tearing clothes from her form, pressing her against the wall he leans against before settling his tongue between her thighs. and though he can't, it doesn't stop the thought from presiding - the idea of taking her here. the temptation to get her on the ground and wrestle away her clothes; a thought tainted with hot sweat, heavy breathing and desperate moans. oh - should her hand wander atop his belt, she'd not have to ask what he'd want to do - she'd feel it.

"so-" he breathes, pride shred in exchange for lust "you gonna help me out...or-" the teasing; the twitch of his cock in his pants "you gonna make me beg'?"

#(answered)#(kask)#notsafefornanomachines #kaz like 'i am a srs man i will not fall for sexy lady'#two seconds later; godDAMN it #tw; suggestive #km | ask | ive sent my heart away like heroes in the rain

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bulldyke-rider · 5 months

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I need some of y'all to watch sisterwives clips so I'm not alone in this battle. I have opinions on that family no one else has, I swear.

Like, the demonization of Robyn goes way too far for me. I don't think she's this evil mastermind manipulator. I don't think she's behind the scenes laughing with Kody. I do think she doesn't wanna be alone with Kody because Kody is a flaming red banner. He's openly a controlling asshole. And I do think she married him for money. They paid off all her debts, and she has barely worked since she joined the family. He says all the time she's the most loyal wife, I'm pretty sure she was in an abusive relationship before him and I think she's probably the most obedient wife. Parasocial this and that, but I think she runs on fear. Fear that she's gonna lose everything she has, fear that he's gonna turn on her after what he did with all 3 other women (and it looks like he's already starting to because her trying to keep the family together to keep her shit paid for means she has to be less obedient to him. He did not like her talking out of turn when she was begging Meri to stay). She didn't marry Kody for Kody, and she does not want monogamy with him. But he wants monogamy with her, for now.

People say Christine is super transparent. Now, I don't think she's a liar, but she is performative. She puts on a show. She speaks very intentionally. And I do like her. She is my favorite, but she tells everyone's business even when they don't want her to. A lot of her conversations with Janelle when Janelle was on the fence about leaving Kody felt disrespectful. You could feel her wanting to call Janelle an idiot. She talks over Janelle. But also, she was raised in polygamy, was told that was best for her, and then it didn't work out and took up so much of her life. So I understand why she's a little mean about this situation. I understand why she airs things out and why she gets rude when Janelle is still open to polygamy. She's in new territory if we're honest; her church told her what kinda woman she needed to be, and she's learning to actually be her. She's learning to listen to herself, to serve herself. And if it takes a little cattiness to make her way there, okay. Fine.

I don't care if Meri is a super ultra mega cunt. Yes, she agreed to polygamy, but the entire story of her marriage is a tragedy. I'd be mean as hell too. People get onto her about using her "first wife" status and acting like she's the boss. Well, would you not want to be the boss of your own family and the first woman in your spouse's eyes? Like, we can all agree Kody can't "grow beyond himself" and love 4 women equally and give them equal attention and shit, but we're mad at Meri because she can't grow beyond herself?

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moonchild-things · 1 year

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Chapter Nine: Letters from their Boys

Summary: Beauxbaton’s biggest prankster has finally been expelled from the French boarding school. Having limited choices, Iris Evans is sent to join her sister at Hogwarts. As she adjusts to the new scenery, Lily’s twin makes new friends with a different array of people. Though there was no doubt that she would become friends with the Marauders.

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BRIGHT CHRISTMAS LIGHTS DECORATED THE EVERGREEN TREE that was in the Evans living room. It was early in the morning and everyone in the house was excited for Christmas. There were presents already under the tree in many different colored boxes. The clinking of glasses and bowls echoed in the kitchen as Octavia pulled out dishes to use for breakfast. She was ready to make a delicious breakfast for her family like she always did every year.

She pulled down pots and pan from the cupboards, grabbed produce from the fridge and looked for the proper utensils to cook with. She planned on cooking a large, hearty breakfast for the rest of the Evans clan. She knew how her husband and Iris could inhale their foods at a fast pace which meant that she had to cook mounds of food just to appease both of them.

She quickly grabbed some slices of bacon and put them in a pan. She pulled out flour, milk, and eggs and mixed them all together to make her infamous, fluffy pancakes. She worked around the kitchen gracefully as if she was a dancer.

Craig stretched his stiff back as he entered the kitchen from the hallway. His hair was a complete mess and looked as though he had just stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He yawned loudly and stumbled into the kitchen towards his wife.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as soon as he stood behind her. He sighed contently and kissed the side of her head. "Good morning, wife."

Octavia giggled as he hugged her waist tightly, "good morning, husband."

Craig stood with his wife in his arms as he watched her work her magic on the food. Despite having been married for over twenty years, Craig could never get used to the fact that he was able to call Octavia his wife. He was always on cloud nine due to the fact that he was living with his one true love who he never thought would say yes to him. Not only that, but he also had three lovely daughters with her that were just as beautiful as their mother. Most days, he would have to pinch himself to make sure that this wasn't all some elaborate dream.

"Would you like some help?"

Octavia laughed and looked over her shoulder with a teasing smile, "and let you burn something? I'd rather not have my kitchen go up in flames today, Craig."

Craig pouted but didn't object. He may love to eat, but he couldn't even make toast if he tried! The entire Evans family have forgotten the number of times Craig had nearly burned the house down when he tried to surprise his family with home-cooked meals. Of course, after a while, everyone decided that he was never to be left alone in the kitchen, ever.

Craig buried his head into Octavia's neck and kissed it lightly. "I suppose that's a good reason." He chuckled along with her as his heart swelled at the sound. God, he felt like a teenager in love sometimes with his wife.

Their daughters had been home for a few days at that point. Craig and Octavia spent all of their time listening to Lily talk about her classes and their upcoming exams, the dreaded O.W.L.s. At the same time, Iris was complaining loudly about them and how she didn't want to take them, at all. They did have to remind her that she needed to take the exams in order to not only pass her fifth year but also get a job after her schooling. Though most of the time they were able to stop her whining by asking about her pranks(especially the one that she had done at the begging of the year. Octavia just about chewed her ear off over getting a letter from the school about it. She nearly had a heart attack because she thought Iris had gotten herself expelled once again.). Petunia also barely gave them time to themselves as she would talk to them about her newest beau and their plans with each other (which always cause Craig's blood to boil).

The two of them hadn't had a moment to themselves in these past few days. They wanted to savor the short time they had together in that early morning without having to worry about any of the girls who were currently sound asleep in their beds. They did love their daughters unconditionally, but, every once in a while, they really wanted to enjoy just each others company.

Amidst their lovey-dovey moment, a constant tapping echoed in the kitchen. The two abruptly turned to the window that showcased the backyard. In the window was a moderately sized burgundy owl with two letters held in its beak.

The two glanced at each other before looking at the owl that held, what was no doubt, letters for Iris and/or Lily. Octavia walked out of her husband's arms and over to the window. She opened it up and let the poor owl who had to fly through the cold weather into the house where it fluttered over to the kitchen table. With the owl, a gust of frigid air bombarded the kitchen which caused Octavia and Craig to shiver.

They stared at the bird for a moment as it hopped around the kitchen table while hooting. It extended its neck towards Craig who stared at the bird worriedly. No matter how many times owls had flown to their house during the years the girls were at school, he could never get used to a domesticated animal such as an owl. He plucked two letters from the owls awaiting beak. It hooted once again and nipped lightly at his hand for attention. It was obviously looking for some sort of payment.

Craig disregarded the owl and instead looked down at the letters. "Looks like the twins have mail," he commented towards Octavia who was giving the tired owl some snacks.

She hummed, "I'm surprised that the girls hadn't gotten mail sooner. Who are they from?" He observed the letters and pouted. He didn't recognize the handwriting as any of the girls' friends. They weren't from anyone who attended Beauxbatons for Iris, however, they could be from a new friend that Iris made. Though now that he observed the one that was written with Lily's name on it, he groaned. "What?"

"Oh. They must be from that Potter boy…" He grumbled unhappily. He had half the mind of shredding the letters to tiny unreadable pieces. He had grown tired with the number of letters that Lily received from the boy since her first year at Hogwarts. He had half the mind to march up to that castle and find the boy who most certainly was obsessed with his youngest daughter. Though his wife was always there to reassure him that despite the boy writing an abysmal amount of letters to Lily over the vacations, it most likely didn't mean anything. Though he was still on edge about a boy being infatuated with his little girl. He didn't think she was ready to date a boy as he knew what boys got up to when they were teenagers.

The one addressed to Iris was not written in the same handwriting he had come to despise, and Craig could only dread the thought that another boy had become infatuated with his other daughter. It was bad enough that Lily was being pursued by some toe-rag (her words) and Petunia was head over heels with a man who Craig barley approved of, Vernon Dursley. Now Iris was being dragged into the drama with boys!

Yes, he had a feeling that Iris did have a thing with boys and tended to pal around with them more often than girls. However, he at least hoped that Iris wouldn't bother with boys for a while. By a while, he meant when he was long gone, so he wouldn't have to see some strange boy take her away from him. He knew Petunia was dying to get out and live her own life with a husband and he wished that wasn't true. The Potter boy also seemed to be trying to sweep Lily off her feet and he dreaded the day she told him that they were a couple. If Iris was stolen from him by a boy as well, then all of his little girls would grow up quick. He didn't want his little girls to grow up yet!

"James?" Octavia laughed lightly as she heard the loathing tone in her husband's voice. It didn't matter that it was James Potter, another boy could be courting any of their daughters and Craig would be just as upset about it. She was okay with her daughters dating. It would be quite hypocritical of herself if she didn't allow her own daughters to date as she used to date at their age. She approached him and peered over his shoulder to see the letters. She raised an eyebrow, "is he writing to Iris now, as well?"

"No, it looks like someone else is writing to Iris."

Octavia shook her head and plucked the letters out of Craig's hands as she could tell he was on the verge of tearing them apart. "They are getting to that age, Craig. Boys are starting to notice them and I would think they're starting to notice those boys."

Craig just about screamed at her words in horror as he didn't want to accept that fact, "no!"

"Merlin," Iris cringed as she stumbled into the kitchen with her hand over her ears. "What's wrong, dad?" She heard her father's shout and nearly fell over at the abrupt sound. For once she had actually woken up early due to it being Christmas Eve when her mother cooked a large breakfast. There was no way she was going to miss out on her mother's homemade meal!

Craig stared at her with wide eyes as if he was just caught with his hand in a cookie jar. He chuckled nervously, "nothing, nothing at all, Iris!"

She eyed him skeptically with pursed lips, "right…"

Octavia rolled her eyes at his dramatics and approached her daughter. "You and Lily got mail," she handed the letters to her while motioning to the owl who was hopping around the kitchen table.

Lily's eyebrows furrowed as she took the letters, "must be from Marlene or Wendy, I was suspecting they would be writing to us…" He sentence stopped when she saw the handwriting on the outside of the letters that were distinctly James' and Sirius'. "Oh," she smirked.

"'Oh'?" Craig asked almost urgently as he didn't like the expression on her face, "so you know who's writing you?"

Iris nodded her head and smirked at her father's alarmed state at the letters that he must have realized were from a pair of boys. "Yes, obviously Lily's is from her admirer… and mine is from my own." She shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal and turned to head back to her bedroom.

She was able to hear her father's slightly angered, annoyed, and shocked shout of; "admirer!" before she disappeared down the hall with a snicker.

She would have gotten to her room scot-free if it wasn't for the milky white door of her older sister room being thrown open. Petunia's hair was a birds nest as her pajamas were completely disheveled and obviously showed that she had just rolled out of bed. Iris flashed a sarcastic smile, "well, good morning, sister dearest. Don't you look beautiful this morning!"

Petunia scowled at her freaky, younger sister and almost growled at her appearance. She held her nose high in the air to display her superiority she thought she held over the younger girl. Iris rolled her eyes at her attempt of trying to show that she was better than her as she was used to it at that point. Honestly, Iris would say that all three of them, her, Lily, and Petunia, had a close bond when they were younger. Even when the girls found out that they were witches, Petunia was just as excited for them as their parents. She even liked reading some of the books that Lily had and the eating the sweets and playing jokes that Iris would bring home.

Then after the twins actually did go to their respective schools, Petunia became cold and distant. Iris did miss the close bond that she had with her older sister but after she had constantly insulted her and Lily so much, Iris didn't bother trying to have a civil relationship with her. If Petunia wanted to act like a child and call them names, then Iris had no problem with retaliating by the means of pranks and snide remarks.

"Stuff it, freak!" Petunia exclaimed.

Iris smirked in amusement, "oh. Good come back, sure as hell scared me!"

Petunia huffed and clenched her fists. She stared at the amusement that danced on Iris' face with a frown. Iris infuriated her to no end. She hated the pranks she pulled, she hated the jokes she told, she hated the stories she told of her other freaky, little friends, she hated the gifts she would bring back from her schools… Maybe it wasn't really Iris fault that she hated her, but Petunia didn't want to blame herself for her own emotions…She hated her sister!

She shoved past Iris and pushed her into the opposing wall before stalking away towards the kitchen. Iris watched her go with a glare as she adjusted her band t-shirt and brushed it off as if Petunia had just whipped something onto it.

She straightened herself and continued to the end of the hallway to her shared bedroom. She wouldn't let Petunia get her into a bad mood like usually. It was Christmas Eve, after all. Plus she had these wonderful letters still clutched in her hand that herself and Lily had to read.

Iris sauntered through the door of her bedroom to find that Lily was wide awake and making her bed. The more mischievous twin snuck up behind Lily and jumped on her as soon as she had made her bed neatly. Lily yelped as she and her twin tumbled onto her nicely made bed. "Iris!"

The older girl only laughed in response as they bounce on the cream white bed as she could tell her sister was annoyed with her disturbance. "Lighten up, Lil. I've got a present for you!" She sang happily with an underlying tone of teasing mixed within her words.

Lily eyed her in confusion, "it's Christmas Eve, Iris. You're supposed to give me a present tomorrow morning…"

"Yes, yes, I know," she waved her hand dismissively before smirking, "but I'm quite sure James would rather you open it now."

At the mention of the annoying boy, Lily instantly stood up and regained her wits, "Potter!?"

Iris laughed at her sister's frightened look, "calm down," she pulled Lily by her arm and back onto her bed with a satisfying bounce. "It's not as bad as the others, I promise." Lily glared at her skeptically and Iris shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, well, I don't exactly know what it is, but what harm can a letter do?"

She handed (more like shoved) the letter to Lily and looked at her expectantly to open it. Lily eyed her a moment longer before turning her suspicious gaze to the letter in her hands. She knew that she would get a present from James at some point either before, during or after Christmas. She had gotten many presents from James ever since first year. Birthday presents, Christmas presents, Valentines Day presents, you name it. If it was some sort of holiday, James never missed the opportunity of giving her something. Most of the time the presents were of some sort of Quidditch team that Lily never cared about or something to do with Gryffindor. She never did like his presents, as she never liked him. Though she didn't expect James to write her a Letter. Just a letter.

With each present she received, she did always get a letter or some sort in which James would profess his love for her and ask her out. However, this was something new to her. It must have meant something bad, for James to only send a letter like this. No doubt in her mind it would just be an extensive list of reasons why she should go out with him and how he loved her so dearly. But from the expectant look on Iris' face, she was just as curious to know what James had to say.

They both knew James was more of a materialistic type of person and not so good with his words. So for him to only rely on writing something… was suspicious to say the least. "Oh, come on, you must be a little bit curious," Iris asked as she crossed her legs and leaned towards Lily.

Lily bit her lip in contemplation, "there must be something else that he sent… He couldn't have just mailed one letter…"

"Nothing else came with his owl," Iris said with a smirk. She gripped Lily's shoulder and shook it, "Now open it, I want to see what James had to say this time!" She cleared her throat, "Oh, my dear, lovely, beautiful flower! I shall love you for all eternity!" She mimicked James' voice the best she could, "date me!" She brought her sister into an embrace while squishing her tightly.

Lily squirmed and tried to break free of her sister's hold as she not only grew uncomfortable but also flustered at her teasing. She finally escaped Iris' hold and huffed in annoyance, "stop it, Iris! You're just as irritating as Potter."

"Oh, admit it, you love all the attention he gives you." Iris smugly said as she crossed her arms over her chest in triumph. Although, while she was blinded by her smugness, she hadn't realized that she just showed Lily the letter that Sirius had sent her.

"Did your precious boyfriend send you a letter as well," Lily pointed at the letter in her hands which caused Iris to instantly try to hide it from view.

"Nope!"

Lily tilted her head with a teasing expression as she tried to give Iris a taste of her own medicine. "Come on, you don't have to hide what Sirius gave you."

Iris rolled her eyes, "why do you suspect it's from Sirius? For all you know it could be from James." She really didn't want to let Lily know about Sirius' letter. Of course, Iris had yet to even take a peek into what was written on the parchment though she was slightly giddy to know what he had to say. She would never admit out loud about her emotions as she was slightly confused as to why she wanted to know what he wrote. She tried to pass it off as her missing his presence and messing around with him. She just missed seeing the embarrassment that would paint his face when she was able to flirt with him in front of people. Come to think of it… She missed staying up late with him and confiding in each other with their thoughts and problems… She missed seeing his mischievous grey eyes, his contagious smirk, his laughter… She shook her head out of her confusing thoughts and gulped slightly. Just because she missed certain aspects of Sirius didn't mean anything! Lily's words were getting to her! There was no way that Iris Evans fancied… Sirius Black…

"First, Sirius is staying with the Potter's for the break, second, he would not pass up the opportunity to have some sort of interaction with you, and third, that's his horrendous handwriting." Lily puffed out her chest in accomplishment as she stated how she knew Sirius wrote to her sister. She suspected that now Iris had started… some sort of relationship with Sirius that would no doubt become something more than just friends, Sirius would write to her and send her presents just like James did. The two boys were like twins themselves and did everything together. Yes, they were their own separate people, but there were times where they acted like the other. Lily had no doubt that in another life, the two were twin brothers.

Iris was silent as she considered her words and, yes, those were valid reasons. Iris also expected for Sirius to write to her because she was able to grab onto Sirius' emotions like she had to others in the past. The only difference was that Iris was… how would she describe it… anxious? Nervous? Perhaps that’s what it was. She was… excited for his letter. Oh, Merlin! Something was seriously wrong with her!

"Just read your letter Lily, I'm quite sure you don't want to read the more… crude things Sirius has written to me." Iris smirked as she watched Lily pale at the implication she was trying to say. Iris only winked while letting the notion sit and fester in Lily's mind before hopping over to her own bed and getting comfy.

Iris watched as Lily hesitantly opened up her letter. Lily's delicate hands pulled out the multiple papers that were painted in ink. Iris had wondered if James had written her a novel with the amount of parchment paper Lily pulled out of the envelope. Lily's face scrunched up in distaste as she started to read the first few words. After a moment, her face instantly was flooded with red as the dark hue swallowed each of her pale cheeks. The embarrassment that consumed her body was quite evident to Iris who could only snicker at her expression.

"What's the letter say, Lil?" She sang in amusement. Lily only glared back at her, however, it lost its intimidation because of her flaming cheeks.

Iris snickered while shaking her head and tore open her own letter in order to pull out the parchment. Compared to Lily's letter, it was far shorter than what James had written to her. Instead of about five lengthy pages of his declaration of love, Sirius had only written one page to Iris. She was at least grateful that SIrius wasn't that obsessed with her to write something as long as James had.

'Dear Princess,

I hope that your Christmas is going well so far. I know mine has been quite boring without seeing you. James has started to get annoying and has been begging to see his 'precious Lily' ever since we arrived at his home. Though I want to see you as much as he wants to see Lily. I can barely wait for the party you invited us to. I wish I could see you now because I can barely spend any longer away from you. That sounds cheesy doesn't it? Doesn't matter, it still stands. I miss pulling pranks with you and talking with you at our midnight rendezvous. It's been quite lonely without hearing your voice, even if James is here. I guess… I just miss you. I suppose I can survive a short time longer without you though it will be hell. Especially with James going on and on about your sister. However, he does say I do the same with you… We'll see you in a few days. Then we can finally have some fun together.

Love,

Sirius

Iris gnawed at her lip as she tried to keep the smile off of her face. She was already having a hard trying to keep the rosy paint of a blush off of her cheekbones. Merlin, if Lily saw her flustered state, Iris knew that she would tease her mercilessly. Who knew that Sirius was going to miss her so much… Iris had an inkling feeling that Sirius would miss her a tad bit, but she never imagined that she would miss him just as much…

"What did Sirius say?" Lily pulled her sister out of her thoughts as she tried to peer at the letter. Iris quickly folded the letter back up with care before Lily could catch a glimpse of what Sirius had written.

Iris flashed her the best smirk she could muster in order to hide her flustered appearance. "nothing that you would wish to read, Lil. It's far to private for even you to know." Hopefully Lily would just focus on the possible lewd letter that Sirius had written Iris and not notice the fact that Iris was becoming increasingly flustered by Sirius’ letter.

Lily cleared her throat and rolled her eyes. Of course, even though Sirius and Iris were separated they were both still flirting like they weren't apart. Although she didn't have to know that the letter itself was a tad bit more… heartfelt than it was flirtatious. Iris only chuckled under her breath and took one long glance at the letter before standing up to put in away in her desk neatly. She wanted to make sure that the letter wasn't tampered with at all as she knew Lily would try to read it.

She didn't want to admit out loud that she felt warm and fuzzy inside due to Sirius' letter. She didn't want Lily to rub in her face that she was right about either her or Sirius falling for each other. Honestly, Iris didn't want to be proven wrong. Damn her pride and her inability to admit she was wrong. For now, she would just intentionally drown herself in denial. At least, until someone dragged her out of the rushing waves.

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The smells of a delicious breakfast flew through the Evans house that beckoned the entire family into the small kitchen. Iris' mouth watered as she gazed on the table that was overflowing with succulent looking foods that she had missed while at school. The Evans family were huddled around the small kitchen table that had six seats at it. As the man of the house, Craig sat at the head of the table as he stared at the food just as hungrily as his daughters.

Octavia sat across from him on the other side of the table as she finally sighed in relief as she finished placing the last piping hot plate of sausages onto the mahogany table. Petunia glared at nothing in particular as she sat next to Lily on the left side of the table. If she had it her way, Petunia would have taken her plate, piled it with some food, and disappeared into her room so she didn't have to be anywhere near her freakish sisters. Iris was drooling on the other side of the table across from her sisters as she looked about ready to tear into the food in front of her like a starved Hippogriff.

Octavia laughed lightly at the longing looks on her daughter and husband's face, "you both look quite hungry."

Iris nodded her head in a trance, "yeah." She licked her lips in anticipation, "I've really missed your cooking, mum."

Octavia could see how Iris was holding herself back from lunging across the table and stuffing her face full of food. She swatted her daughters hand as she reached for a biscuit, "not yet. We've got to wait for Quinn."

She watched as Iris' bottom lip was jutted out as she pouted, "but mum! Quinny wouldn't mind!"

"She'll be here soon," her mother fondly chuckled at the impression that consumed the girl. This caused Iris to huff hotly as she crossed her arms in hopes of stopping herself from potential reaching out for the food. She could only gaze on them as they taunted her with mouthwatering smells. Her father wasn't doing so well either as he sat on his hands to stop himself. What could they say… They loved Octavia's cooking! "What about school, girls?" She asked in hopes of distracting them.

Iris sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "it's the same old same old, Hogwarts is smaller than Beauxbatons and whatnot. And to be honest, the classes are easier."

"That's not all," Lily interjected, "Iris has gotten far too many detentions this year!"

Iris glared at her sister for revealing that, but she didn't think it would really matter as it was nothing that their family wouldn't have thought would happen. "How many?" Craig asked with a sigh.

Iris tilted her head back and forth in contemplation, "Nearly one every night and weekend."

"Iris Evans!" Octavia exclaimed with only a small hint of shock and disbelief. It didn't matter if she reprimanded or punish Iris, she was going to continue to get into trouble.

"It isn't always my fault, honest!" Iris yelped in hopes that her parents wouldn't punish her by not letting her eat something.

"Oh? And who's fault is it that you constantly keep getting detentions?" Caig raised an eyebrow as he started to speculate. He had a slight inkling feeling that he already knew who the culprits were…

Iris' eye twinkled with trouble as she smirked, "the Marauders, of course."

Octavia turned to Lily, "isn't that the group of troublesome boys in your year?"

Lily nodded her head, "yes."

At the same time, Craig's eyes darted between the women at the table, "boys? Like that Potter boy?"

"Yup! They're some of my new friends," Iris explain as she could see the panic seemingly consumed her father's entire body. "Though I have to say that it's more James and Sirius' fault than anything."

"Sirius?" Her parents asked at the same time. Octavia's tone was more in curiosity and Craig's was obviously in alarm.

Lily couldn't help herself, "oh, yes, Iris' precious boyfriend."

Craig just about had a heart attack at his youngest daughters words. Boyfriend!? Iris' boyfriend!? He had a hard time stopping himself from falling out of his chair and passing out at the notion of his little girl already having some sort of boy claiming her. Oh God, he didn't think he could take it!

Iris grumbled, "he's not my boyfriend."

Octavia leaned on her elbows and leaned towards her middle child, "really?" She heard the flustered tone behind Iris' words and instantly became intrigued by the possible emotions that her daughter decided to keep hidden.

Iris rolled her eyes at the hopeful look on her mother's face as she realized what her mother wanted to hear. "Yes, he is not my boyfriend and never will be."

Craig slumped in his chair and held his hand over his chest in relief, "thank God." He cleared his throat as he saw the looks he was earning from his family. Both Lily and Iris were staring at him with blank expressions, Petunia was scowling, as always, and Octavia was looking at him in amusement. "You shouldn't be dating at this age, girls. You should be focusing on school and getting a job before getting involved with a relationship."

Iris let out a laugh, "I'm pretty sure that you just don't want me to date."

"No, no, you have far more important things to worry about, is all."

All of the women nodded their head sarcastically save Petunia who was still sulking at the table. Octavia turned to Iris, "are the… Marauders," she found the name to be somewhat strange, but what did she expect from a group of wizarding boys, "coming over on New Year's Eve?"

Iris smiled, "of course they are!"

Before Craig could protest about letting these boys who were constantly going after his daughters into his home, the front door burst open. Cold air rushed through the open door as a few quick snowflakes fluttered to the ground on the carpet which effectively started to dampen the red carpet. Quinn Adams, bundled in a thick coat and covered just about head to toe in snow. She shivered and shut the front door while pulling off her hood to show her rosy, aged face. Her smile lit up the already bright room as she sighed in pleasure.

"Oh, it's nice in here!" She unbundled herself from her layers upon layers of coats, scarves, and mittens. "Happy Christmas!"

"Happy Christmas!" The Evans family exclaimed as they all got up from the table to greet the woman in the living room. Hugs were shared, cheeks were pinched and kissed, and soon enough all the seats at the table were occupied.

Without anyone saying anything, both Craig and Iris dug into the large breakfast and started to savor the food that they had been dying to eat. Laughter was shared between all of those at the table as they devoured Octavia's magnificent cooking. Of course, all talk about magic had ended due to Quinn's arrival but she had decided to man the conversation as she complained about the youth of their town not taking the time to read books.

Though the house was still filled with Christmas spirit despite Quinn's complaints and Petunia's refusal to talk to her sisters. Yet Iris couldn't wait to see what would happen when all of their friends finally arrived for the New Years Eve party in a few days. She had no doubt that things would become hectic around their home.

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[Foot!Casey and Raph 2k12 - listen listen okay listen...please.]

The smirk on Casey's face said it all as he skated closer to Raph, low chuckle leaving him as he stands above the tied up Terrapins, Hockey stick in hand,

"Aw, yanno, I'd feel bad for yer Raph, if this weren't all so pathetic."

His smirks wider, using one hand to hold his Hockey stick. Placing the end under Raph's chin, he tilts their head up, forcing him to look,

"Mh, yanno, I've always wanted a pet, I think yer'd make quite a good one fer me," He idly comments, "After all, yer already trained considerin' yer more than 'appy t' lay back with yer legs spread for me."

He laughs at the reaction he's given, dragging the Hockey stick away as he skates back, smart enough to keep some distance between them,

"Maybe if yer beg nicely, dad will lemme keep yer."

| Muse interaction

How could Raph have been so stupid? How could he be so easily tricked and fooled like this? All that time he ragged on Leo about flirting with the enemy? Getting on his case about how his whole deal with her could lead to trouble for the rest of them, that she was using him to get close so she could take them out. Raph wasn't wrong but he had the wrong human pegged as the one to look out for and worse, he was the reason they were in this mess now. Because he trusted Casey. He feel for the oldest trick in the book sweep in earn their trust and betray them, it was so obvious! Was what he kept telling himself. Listening to his brothers struggle against their restraints, Mikey was freaking out the most and Leo was doing his best to keep them all clam, likely thinking of escape routes already. Donnie maybe was thinking of getting out. Raph he lost his fire the second he learned the truth, hanging his head thinking back on it all. On everything.

Did Casey ever give him a reason to ever doubt? to ever question they weren't on his side? They got into a fight when they met but they became allies and he was Raphael's most trusted one. The one he wanted at his side when he went into a fight. Worse though he fell for Casey. He could hear the sound of wheels on Casey's skate start to glide across the ground

"Aw, yanno, I'd feel bad for yer Raph, if this weren't all so pathetic."

He could feel the end of their hockey stick move under his chin and lift his head to tilt it up left to stare up at the guy he trusted with so much of himself. Maybe it why he didn't fight them when they went to make Raph look up at them. Why did it ache so deeply to stare at them he should be man. Nothing but a rage of flames in his vines he should be calling Casey even name in the book, he should feel betrayed!

All he felt was pain. It was all a lie? Everything part of it, being thier friend, helping them, training with them? All the movie nights? the partols and street tagging? All the talks? Every kiss?

He should hate Casey right now! it was so easy to cruse and talk down to anyone else. They been tricked and fooled before. He shouldn't be letting it get to him! But as his eyes meet Casey's hazels ones any spark he could get warmed up enough to flicker into a flame, went out.

"Mh, yanno, I've always wanted a pet, I think yer'd make quite a good one fer me,"

This can't be his Casey. Somehow this was all a trick right? A bad dream even? This was the same Casey he pour his heart out to, he trusted them with every vulnerable part of himself. Casey made him feel safe. Casey made him feel loved. Nights out just sitting together talking, butting foreheads together whispering their love to each other. It was all flashing over the turtles mind right now was it all fake? How do you fake all of that? Pleading a little to his boyfriend even in the face of this all. Raphael needed a sign anything. A warmth to their smirk, a side glance of those deep brown eyes he loved.

Instead though.

"After all, yer already trained considerin' yer more than 'appy t' lay back with yer legs spread for me."

He could feel his brother's eyes on him now, chances were they were only looking out of worry for Raphael, but in that small exchange all Raph could see it as was blame. He did this he allowed it his brother were in this mess all because he was stupid, stupid enough to think someone actually cared, cared enough to even maybe love him. He could feel his blood starting to pump hot now, as he fixes his sight onto Casey's. Casey his traitorous boyfriend.

Raph's eyes narrowed as he let his brow knot up into a fixed scowl at their comment, Casey had done nothing but played them! Played him. Casey played with Raphael's heart and strung him along like some love sick pup! And Raphael let him. All for what all for his sick game?!

"Ya better get that stick away from before I shove it deep enough to make that damn gap in ya mouth any bigger." He growls out lowly. Only to be met with a laugh he knew far too well. At least they were smart enough to skate away from Raph.

"Maybe if yer beg nicely, dad will lemme keep yer."

"You'd 'ike that wouldn' ya? So ya could keep on goin' with ya little game, uh?!" Temper was flare or better said his heart was yearning, and he needed it to stop! Despite the truth before him, his feelings were here! "Oh ya must have gotta a good fuckin' laugh outta all of it uh!?" Raphaels heart felt like it was shattering, the part he kept so protected was so fragile in the end. Breaking apart like glass but embedded in to him with all his memories of Casey. His Casey. Finding it in him to work up onto his feet near dragging his brothers behind him, it was a wonder just what his anger made him capable of at times.

"You sick fuck!" He calls out to them, uncaring that tears are burning against bright green eyes. Uncaring everyone could see his whole world falling apart around him right now only held back when the foot bots beside him were ordered to grab him. "Was it all fun for you! figured why stop at befriending them why not cut deeper!" now it was personal because this was all Raphael's fault he let someone in and this is what happened "Fuck around and find out uh! what not enough option in the foot so ya figure why not get my rocks off!" Every word he yelled was empty at best, the yells of a broken heart. A heart wanting, needing to hate him. To make the pain less. "Picked out the first one of us that let you do it!" It would hurt less if it meant nothing to Casey right? Tears we're only growing, that hurt more. Did he really mean nothing to Casey in the end of it all? Falling to his knees but keep his eyes locked on to Casey. Cursing how he knew everything so fondly about them. How their hair slightly tickled when they curled in closer to each other. How easily he bruised like a peach. How soft his lips were. How warm his eyes could get. Even now he still loved him? Why!?

"Traitor!" he called out "This who fuckin' time! you were using me! To get to them! I meant nothing to you I was just a pawn in your plan! Just you're little toy to mess with well you had down time between stabbing us in the back!" As if it was only the two of them in this room as if his brother weren't suspects to Raph falling apart. As if he wasn't making himself look even more pathetic. Foot bots order to take them away and they could do little to fight them off, all simple being made to walk out of the room. Raph stopping to look back at his boyfriend, eyes burning in at them till they were taken away.

He wanted to forget it all, and remember it all at once. Even now as they were being taken away all he wanted was to feel Casey close to him again even knowing all of this. He was so stupid. How could he be so stupid? How was he so easily tricked? Easy he did something so natural and simple he fell in love.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[foot!casey]#muse interactions #ic reply #stay qeued #tw casey being a bitch!#((sure if funny how Raph still keeps referring to them as his boyfriend uwu))

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priceofpiety · 1 year

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I burnt an old shed near my elementary school.

A fissuring crack of light erupts from the darkness. Brilliant orange seared into my memory. Angel wings arising from the smoke and flames. A familiar face. A burning memory. I'm reminded that I'm alive.

I burnt every single photo I had left to collect dust for eternity in my attic.

Something within me twisted and broke as faces and memories and suffering turned to ash. The ghosts trapped beyond recollection waver and fade away. What's left are whispers of harsh words that were long ago burned into my memory. The proof is gone. The proof is gone. Maybe one day I'll finally convince myself it never happened at all. The smoke burns my throat. The sensation never really fades away. I'm reminded that I'm alive.

One day I'll burn myself at the pyre.

Judge, jury, and executioner in my own trial. I knew I'd be found guilty. I never had a chance. I'll burn and scream and beg for my life, and then I will die. The next day will come. And the next will come, too. And nothing will ever change.

One day I'll burn my own memories away.

They're nearly forgotten already, anyways. Like tormenting whispers, begging for recognition, just beyond my recognition. Who are you? Who are you? I'm too scared to listen for an answer. I'd like you all to go away. Please don't let yourself see me this way. I hope you forget I'm alive.

I'm going to burn myself at the pyre. I never learned to love myself in this life. You never learned to love me either, did you? You learned to take your holy knife and bury it in my ribcage and twist it and twist it and cackle as I scream and beg for your mercy. Please let me be remade. Please let me be remade. In your image this time, okay? You promised. You promised and you lied. Don't lie to me again, okay? In your image, this time.

I'm screaming. I'm begging for my life. It hurts so bad, it hurts more than anything has ever hurt before. I changed my mind. I don't want to die. This hurts so much more than living ever has. I'm begging for my life. I'm begging for anything I can think of, everything I've ever wanted. Forgiveness, another chance, your love, forgiveness. Forgiveness. What have I done to make myself so far beyond your forgiveness? Is it what they did to me? I was a bad kid, and I'm so sorry I ever let them do that to me. I was a bad kid, and I'm sorry. In your image this time, okay? Let this fire cleanse me. Let this fire scorch away the memories and their horrible touch that I can still feel all these decades later. Let me die and let the ashes carry me away and let me live another way.

The old shed has never stopped burning.

Flames flickering, reaching desperately for the sky, begging not to die. Let this moment be not in vain. Let this suffering serve a better purpose. Let us see a better day.

I tread light in front of such grace, because the only good thing left in this world, is the holy light that lets life be unmade

The angel atop the flames reminds me that I am unloved. My answer has come, I know at long last. I'm beyond hope, beyond repair, beyond all worth. May I be allowed at least to repent through death. In your image this time, okay? I'm reminded that despite everything, I'm alive. As much as I wish I weren't.

I can't tell if I'm dreaming, but I'm okay with that. The sun rises anyways.

#If this one is rough it's because my Seroquel kicked in halfway through #This is based on a really garbage poem I wrote three years ago #Poetry

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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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I've been having a hyperfixation on face fucking lately, so If you could do any character with that I'd literally cry my eyes out. I love your work so much and I've been binging it for days!!!❤️‍🔥

!oh absolutely, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog!

>disclaimer:all acts are consensual unless stated othervise<

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Dᴀʙɪ, Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ, Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

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Dᴀʙɪ: (cw: squirting, overstim)

He'll fuck you until you're trembling, just begging for him to cum already, throat soar from whining on his cock for hours on end.

Dabi can last long, sometimes too long. He'll have you twitching and crying, squirming when his thumb meets your clit again. It's not like he didn't cum either, he probably filled you up once or twice, dick still terribly hard but equally sore and flaming red from how long he's been slamming it in and out of your pussy. This happens when he's frustrated, generally pent up and it just happens that fucking you makes him feel better.

With one final tap to your clit, you're squirting, back arching and nails digging into your own palm, his chest getting soaked and abs glistening while they flex. He's so close, the pleasure too much that he's not even sure he can cum.

"No more! Fuck, no more" you're panting and clenching your legs shut, his cock slowly sliding out of you. Your limbs feel sore, incapable of moving another inch while you take deep breaths, hands relaxing to reveal small moon-like creases you gave to yourself.

You can feel the bed dipping and then there's a hand on your jaw, gently turning your face to the side.

"Open up" his voice is soft, but not any less demanding, his tip nudging past your lips. You open your jaw slack, closing your eyes. His length fills your mouth, your drool smearing down your lips and across your cheek before staining the sheets. His cock sinks further, filling up your throat. You try to breathe around it, gagging and spluttering but he keeps still, giving u time to fix your breathing, pulling out only a bit to let the air pass to your lungs.

"You good?" and you have to think for a moment before humming, relaxing further when his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"I'll try to be quick...take a deep breath come one..." he coos, and you know better than to not listen to his advice. As soon as he sees your chest rising, he's slamming as far as he can go, his balls flush against your face. He's cursing and groaning, humping the depths of your throat, holding your head in place. You're coughing, thinking about reaching to grab his hand, but you decide to hold on.

"That's it, fuck that's it, so close I promise..." he rushes out, the slapping of his skin against yours speeding up. You're almost passing out but there's a deep growl, and then there are hot splashes coating the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly empty while you swallow what you can, coughing out what wouldn't go down. He helps you up, a hand petting your back. You clean the mix rushing down your chin with the back of your wrist, palm opening up to catch the spit falling from your lips.

It takes you a few minutes and Dabi waits, an apologetic look on his face while he watches you struggle. You can speak up but you terribly want to, words coming out scrambled and broken up. Dabi's hand holds your cheek, letting you nuzzle against it.

"Too far?" he asks, worried. His warm hand finds your throat, trying to ease some of the pain with his quirk, suiting your muscles.

You try to shake your head "no". It was almost too much, dangerously close to it too, but your heart is full, body relaxing while Dabi takes care of you, cleaning you up and tucking you against his chest. After a few minutes, you're not sure if you fell asleep or not but you open your eyes, watching the way Dabi's fingers dance across your arm. You move it just a bit until your fingers interlace with his, falling back into the daze and eventually falling asleep

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ: (cw: none)

He's very rough but also very scared to hurt you.

Making him do anything unsafe is close to impossible and you respect that, you do. However you never saw him losing his mind, you never saw him fully letting go and fuck is it tempting. Even when he's angry he's still cautious. You fucked him silly but never fucked him stupid.

Finally, he's laying on his back, moving the hair from your face while you suck him off, saying dirty shit that makes you squeeze your legs together. Your hands are plastered over his meaty thighs, squeezing and gripping as you work him down your throat. He's timing your breathing, pulling you off every once in a while to let you rest.

"Relax" you whisper, circling your tongue over his flushed tip, flattening it against the slit while you look at him through your eyelashes. You're confident, and he caves quickly, letting you do your thing when he rests his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You worship his cock, kissing and mouthing every inch, massaging the drool into his balls and squeezing every so often. He's not particularly loud during those, apart from the occasional praise he gives, humming to let you know you're making him feel good. You're going too slow and he's oh so gently raising his hips to meet your mouth, feet digging into the mattress. You keep him desperate, slipping your lips on and off his cock, watching him fuck the air each time his cock gets exposed to it, chasing the warmth of your throat.

It's not until you mumble a demanding "Go on" that you take him all the way in, waiting for him to move. He's not doing anything for a while, until he gets the memo, carefully rolling his hips, bucking off the bed. You're humming, throat vibrating each time he goes a little harder, urging him on. It takes a few minutes for him to let go and get into the rhythm, sloppily fucking your throat, eyes half-lidded to watch you. He didn't know he would get so terribly horny by watching you struggle, eyes glossy, the choking sound making him want to go harder, slam it down your throat until your eyes roll back into your head. He can't keep his mind from wandering, swallowing up by the image, feeling the coil in his stomach start to unroll.

You briefly put your hands on his hips, stroking his sides and following the motion of his thrusts, bobbing your head to meet him halfway. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, and when he breathes out "cumm-ghh" you pull off a bit, the first wave of cum falling on your tongue, a few smaller ones following soon after.

Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:(cw:facesitting)

Your pussy is spread open, gushing and leaking onto his tongue while you jerk his cock, pumping the length in your hand with great care, movement slowed down so that you can selfishly roll your hips just right, thighs squeezing his head.

He keeps you open with his thumbs, nose buried in your cunt as he laps at your clit, suckling and twirling the nub in his mouth. He's grabbing fistfuls of your ass, trying to get all of your weight on him, pawing and kneading at it, a disapproving huff rushing through his muffled lips. You decide to indulge him dropping all your weight, chest bubbly to hear his satisfied groan, veins of his cock twitching in your palm.

You open your mouth vide, swallowing around his length with practiced ease, your hand moving from his base once it's fully inside. Like on cue, his strong muscular legs hook around your neck, pressing until your nose is mushed against his balls. A small part of you is thankful that he always takes thorough showers after training, but an embarrassingly large one wants to be consumed by the disgusting sweaty musk you can only imagine while you bury your face further between his legs.

Neither of you have much space to move, settling for just trying to reach and be closer to each other. Aizawa closes his lips over your cunt, mouth full as he swallows and gulps like he can't get enough, adrenaline pumping through him when he starts to feel a bit dizzy. You wrap your arms around his thighs, the position straining on both of your muscles, the burning sensation letting you know that you only have so much time until you're both at your limit.

Lazy rolls turn into hurried humps, your pussy chasing his tongue until it's just in the right place, tummy clenching from the surges of pleasure , His head rising off the bed so that he can press his tongue harder. You can feel your throat burning already and you get excited just by thinking about not being able to swallow food or drinks without being reminded of tonight.

He knows your body inside and out, knows that you're about to cum by the smallest movement of your hips and spine, ready to feel it so closely. He's only waiting for it, holding in his release just because he's so stuck on never cumming first, not wanting to miss you reaching your high, your moans and whines while your whole body moves and shakes, wave after wave surging to your fingertips and toes, forcing them to clench and curl.

He releases down your throat when you squeeze your legs around his ears, the first jolt of your body followed by his, cum pooling at the base of his cock. He cums like a bull, and unless your holes are plugged up, it's gonna seep out, you can't even swallow in time, gulps too big to handle, especially in a position like this one.

His legs slowly uncurl, freeing you and letting you slay down next to him. You can hear colors and you can see the sounds, mind on a beautiful vacation, not useful for a single thing. At least for half an hour.

Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ:(cw:noncon, piss, mindbreak, humiliation, kidnapping)

He'll throw you on the ground, make you kiss his cock , make you beg to ruin your voice for weeks. He'll slap it against your cheek, smearing his tip all over your face and covering it in pre.

Pulling on your hair, forcing your lips open and already starting a quick pace. You can only try to push him away, arms too weak to do anything to help yourself. He doesn't want you to lose consciousness tho, snapping you off of his length for only a brief moment.

"Breathe whore, you're useless to me if you can't even suck a cock" you can barely breathe out of fear tho, four fingers tightening around your already bruised neck. Then he's pumping in and out of your mouth, slapping your cheek whenever you try to bare your teeth to make him flinch away, truth to be told he barely feels it he just wants an excuse to hit those plump cheeks. You hate yourself for not trying harder, but one can only have so much strength before giving up.

Your hair feels like it's gonna rip away from your skull, so you have no choice than to close your eyes and relax, slouching on the floor and letting him use your throat, hoping he'll get there faster.

He's not a fan of that, your chocked-up sounds noticeably disappearing when you find a way to get some air through your nose. It wouldn't be that easy, you should've known, two fingers stopping your airflow, causing spit to gush out of your mouth as your throat flexes and battles against his dick. He feels generous today.

It feels like you're dreaming when he finally lets you go, immediately fisting his cock in front of your face, aiming for your pretty eyes. Your eyelashes look beautiful, wet from tears, making them stand out better, more gorgeous...

He hates pretty things. He wants to defile them, make them as disgusting and monstrous as he is, the urge to ruin everything that dares be better than him.

You manage to close them in time, white painting your eyelids and forehead, some of it getting in your hair. He's finished with a sigh, tapping his tip to your lips before taking a step back. You're about to thank God that it's all over until you can feel the warmth hitting your tits, and then the smell hits you, causing you to curl up in yourself. It's not happening, there's no way in hell this is happening. You feel sick to your stomach, nails scraping against the floor until they break off, the sting not making you react at all, only focused on the sizzling sound and a satisfied moan in the background.

You lost the last ounce of dignity you had, brain shutting down while you just sit there, staring at the piss dripping down your thighs and your pussy, later hitting the floor and pooling on the cheap wood. Your eyes are wide, emotionless, robbed of the last spark they held. They're open now but you can't see a thing, everything seems to come to a stop.

You might hear the laugh before a door is slammed and locked, but you're not so sure anymore, falling unconscious in the cold room.

I pinkie promise to edit this in the morning bc my eyes r literally closing as I write. Who tf knows what I just blabbered on here but it's an adventure right. Is it gonna be a "you're/your" mess up, maybe? A plot hole...very likely. ooc...who cares, I do not believe in canon anyways😌

I feel like I made them all nut so fast but, more cummies the better I guess. ALSO ANON THANK YOU, I WOULDNT HAVE KNOW THAT THE ❤️‍🔥 EMOJI EXISTED IF IT WERENT FOR THIS ASK

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fletchphoenix · 2 years

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Starlight

Heya - quick thing because my girlfriend has been begging me for months to write something and, since we've almost been together for three years, thought I'd so something nice.

Enjoy and I hope you're all having a great day <3

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Varian huffed as he laid out a blanket and sat down on it in the clearing, dew still desperately clinging to the grass beneath him as he let himself lie down. A lantern with a flickering flame sat beside his head on the fabric - he offered to take first watch, with everyone else presumably asleep behind him. He thought he’d take the opportunity to do a bit of stargazing in his brief moments of serenity - though he did love the others, he really did, he still appreciated his time alone. It gave him time to think. The sky was clear tonight as well, so it was the optimum time to attempt to identify the stars that Rapunzel and especially Nuru would tell him about. It was fascinating how they could be used to navigate to certain places, like if you followed the North Star you could eventually find Corona, the sky acting as a compass to those well versed in the constellations. He could almost pick out certain ones - Ursa Major and Minor, Draco, Aquila and Cygnus, though he wasn’t too sure without guidance from Nuru, but he was sure he was at the very least improving.

“Having fun there?” A voice sounded from behind him, and Varian could almost hear the smugness in Hugo’s tone, the alchemist leaning his head back and frowning at the smirking face of the blond. Hugo. “I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d grace you with my presence. You’re welcome.” The blond stepped over the lantern before unceremoniously dropping himself onto the blanket and laying back to look at the stars. “Finally putting the knowledge bestowed upon you by Nuru to good use?”

Varian rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair before laying back again on the blanket. “Yes, actually. If you took the time to listen to Nuru every once in a while, you’d find what she says interesting. And Yong as well.” He huffed and focused his mind on identifying the constellations once again - was that Libra he could see? It was difficult to stay on task with the blond beside him now, the shuffling providing an undesired distraction.

“Easy for you to say, hairstripe. We’ve only got the Dark Kingdom then the Iron kingdom left. It's a bit late to pick up new skills.” The blond spoke, the slightest hint of sadness evident in his tone. Ah. Right. Varian had forgotten about that. The end of their journey - they all had somewhere to go, after all. They all had homes and families…well, except Hugo, he supposed. From what information the blond had given about his past (which, by the way, was extremely scarce), Varian assumed that he was an orphan, raised on the streets of the Iron Kingdom with no home or family other than Olivia. Did he even have a home to go back to? Did he have anything waiting for him when he returned? Did he have anyone?

“What’s your endgame?”

He wasn’t sure why he’d even asked it, his eyes shifting to glance at the taller boy beside him with a little frown on his face. Varian knew he’d have to ask eventually, though he wasn't sure why now - laying in the grass and glancing at the sky and all its stars, constellations dancing across the sky. A lantern sat between them, illuminating the blond’s face as Varian studied his expression. Sure, everyone had a goal; he wanted to find out what happened to his mother and maybe even meet her (or at least finish what she had started), Nuru wanted the solution to the meteors plaguing her kingdom, Yong wanted to improve his knowledge on alchemy and prove himself to his family (Varian understood that feeling all too well), yet Hugo…well, he hadn’t really given a reason.

It was a common thread with the other to remain, as he put it, ‘elusive and mysterious’, yet after a few months, you’d expect him to open up a little, but he never did. The blond kept his cards close to his chest, allowing the odd moment of vulnerability and even then it was fleeting - what was he so afraid of? Even now, Hugo shuffled uncomfortably, his hand rising to adjust his glasses before linking his hands and resting them underneath his head, providing no answer and just…ignoring Varian. He wasn’t sure what to say that would make Hugo trust him, but they’d been traveling together for months now. Varian huffed, glancing over at Ruddiger, the raccoon giving only a shrug in response. Very helpful, thought Varian, as he dragged his eyes back to the night sky. “Sorry, I don’t even know why I asked.” He began, rising to his feet.

“I don’t have one.” Hugo finally replied, turning his head to finally look at Varian, emerald green eyes almost shimmering in the soft light of the lantern. “I uh…never thought about it I guess. I wanted to know about the library and what was in it, but other than that, I have no reason to do anything else. I might go back to the Iron Kingdom with my knowledge and work my way up to one of the higher rings, who knows.” A little sigh escapes his lips, his eyes returning to the stars and the sky above them. “I had no plans.” A long pause settled between them, followed by nervous laughter escaping from the blond. “Sorry to bring down the mood, Goggles-.”

There it was. An odd moment of vulnerability mostly reserved for Varian, and only ever fleeting. He’d seen it with Yong a few times - Hugo making sure he was okay after a firework went off before returning to him nonchalance and generally bored demeanor, and even with Nuru a few times when he’d caught them talking about their homes and hopes, almost a sibling-like bond between them. And with him, when Hugo finally let his guard down and let himself feel. Let himself finally talk to someone and let himself be heard…Varian would never say it, but it was an honor to him. He would miss that. He would miss all of them. He would miss Hugo.

“You should come back to Corona with me.” He blurted out, his face flushing as the blond turned his head, an eyebrow quirked up and a confused smile on his face as Varian stammered and stuttered to find the right words. “Wait-I mean like-like we could be uh…Co-royal engineers. That is…if you have nowhere else to be. I just…enjoy your company and you’d be a great fit in Corona and I think we work really well together. We-we make a good team and…and it would be stupid to leave that behind. Y’know?” He finished, sucking in a deep breath before exhaling deeply and raising a hand to his face. “Sorry.” he apologised.

“Co-royal engineers, huh?” Hugo whispered under his breath, just barely audible, though Varian could see the little smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth as he contemplated the idea in his head. The alchemist could almost hear the gears and cogs turning in his head, watching a million different thoughts run through the blond’s head. “Sounds very prestigious for a guy like me, but if you insist, Hairstripe. After all, I get that charm, good looks and intelligence like mine is very hard to come by.” He chuckled, a laugh escaping as Varian punched his arm - no malice behind it. “But…yeah, that sounds good. Thanks for the offer.” Hugo smiled at the other, and Varian swore he could see the faintest hint of a blush on the other’s cheeks.

“Well it’s settled then. You…come stay with me in Corona. Yeah. Uh-well anyway, you should probably go to sleep. We’ve um…got a long day tomorrow.” Varian laughed nervously, a flush on his cheeks as Hugo rose to his feet and stepped closer and closer. Oh god, he was so close he could see all his freckles and the slightly brown tones of his eyes, even in the dim light of the flickering lantern flame. The blond leant down ever so slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, warmth immediately spreading over the expanse of his cheek and all over his face before Hugo backed away with a smirk and turned on his heel.

“Sweet dreams, Goggles.” He called out, Varian watching Hugo slip away into his tent before raising a hand to his cheek and letting out a breathless chuckle as his eyes kept flicking between the other’s tent and the lantern in front of him. Well, as unexpected as it was, it wasn’t unwelcome, something blooming in Varian’s chest that made his head feel fuzzy and his heart feel warm. Whatever was going on with Hugo tonight, he wasn’t complaining. And if he walked a little closer to the other the next day or gave him a bit more attention than usual, Hugo never said anything, only acted like his usual, egotistical self. But it was welcome, and although he would miss Yong and Nuru more than anything, he was still happy that he’d have someone back home who understood him. He couldn’t wait.

#varian tangled #tangled varian #vat7k #varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #varian x hugo #its literally been like a year #im sorry ive been doing things

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Horror Villains x Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Reader getting slipped a love potion so whoever they see first, they fall madly in absolute and total love and adoration of. They first see Slasher. Notes: Yep, I've been watching scenes of Strange Magic. This is because of that. I definitely recommend listening to a version of 'I Cant Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)' while reading XD I'm listening to the Jessica Mauboy cover! ^^

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Warnings: Definitely non con elements (Not sexual though) Characters Included: Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, (Mayor) Buckman, Carrie White, Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Jennifer Check, (Sheriff), Hoyt, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Pennywise (OG), Stu Macher and Thomas Hewitt.

Billy Loomis:

🎶'I can't help myself'🎶

What.

What kinda - bullshit- leave me the fuck alone-

Honestly he's trying to get the hell away from you (As you tail him) while Stu's at the side texting you where they're gonna be and laughing his bloody ass off when you turn up and Billy suddenly sprints to the bathroom.

Bubba Sawyer:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you'🎶

Oh my gosh, the moment you expression changes from one of fear and disgust, to wide eyed adoration and you start fawning over him?? He has no idea what to d o. Oh, the poor baby XDD

Like, he's just hugging his chainsaw to him as you get up close and touch his shoulders and fix his tie and follow him around and he doesn't r e a l l y mind, cuz its not like you're hurting him, but he is just confused. He's searching for Drayton. Like he'll have any answers, pft.

(Mayor) Buckman:

🎶'I can't help myself I love you and nobody else'🎶

-I'm sorry, what now? Beg your pardon, there?

As soon as he recognises that sparkly, attentive look on your eyes he's slightly baffled. I mean, he's used to being loved - his town a d o r e their mayor, - so he isn't quite as lost as Bubba is or even Billy, but- he just had your friends killed? Sweetheart are you in your right mind?

I can see him sorta, awkwardly starting to treat your a little better then your friends. What?? He'd feel just awful being terrible to someone who 'loves', him! I mean you'll still die probably, but you can stand by him until its time. Self absorbed prick

Carrie White:

🎶'In and out my life You come and you go Leaving just your picture behind And I kissed it a thousand times'🎶

(*^^*) I'm sorry (*^^*) What? (*^^*)

Oh my gosh she's a mess. What do you mean by calling her Sugar Pie? Honey bunch? Sweetheart? Cutie!?!?

She's going to run away my guy, she's going to flee. She is not used to this kind of attention (Or any at all, for that matter) and you've flustered her. She doesn't believe you're just making fun of her though (Since you're just so... adoring. She intense. So in love- this cant possibly be an act) though at least, so there's that.

Just calm. down. bitch. You're going to scare her.

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray:

🎶'When you snap your finger or wink your eye I come a-running to you I'm tied to your apron strings And there's nothing that I can do'🎶

Depends- as a human or a Good Guy?

As a human he might be a bit more reserved about the whole thing and a whole lot more confused like... is this a joke? That's a gun in my pocket, not somethin' else if that's what you're thinkin'. You gettin' off on this? What? What's the deal, here?

As a doll though it TOTALLY goes to his head. You just took this bastards ego man and shot it up with some steroids. Like yes- they even want me when I'm plastic. That's fuckin' right.

I would say, 'No way hosay, he's fleeing- he's got a hot ass wife already!! But that has never really stopped our asshole gremlin man so...

Chop Top Sawyer:

🎶'I can't help myself No, I can't help myself'🎶

'DRAYYYTONNNN, C'MERE AND MEET MAH HONEY PIE. I'M GETTIN ME HITCHED!'

*Drayton from somewhere else in the part* 'YOU'RE WHAT?!'

Yep. No getting outta this now. You're getting married to him. Enjoy.

Drayton Sawyer:

🎶''Cause sugar pie, honey bunch I'm weaker than a man should be I can't help myself'🎶

*Cough* me *cough*

I mean... *awkward cough cough's*... what?

Oh boy, Drayton is awkward. And PINK. Why're you looking at him like that? Why are you running your fingers through his hair? Why're

Like Bog in Strange Magic I think Drayton would set you aside from the rest of the victims for a while, until whatever's gotten into you has worn off at least. And begrudgingly take care of you- and try to tell you that your feelings are just whatever poison's jacked you up- and to please calm down- you wont want this old boy when your senses are back-

Gosh, he's too cute. I love him a lot.

Freddy Krueger:

🎶'I'm a fool in love, you see Wanna tell you I don't love you Tell you that we're through And I've tried Every time I see your face I get all choked up inside'🎶

Hmmmmm~ What'd you just call him?~

You're playing fire here babes-

And by that I mean he's going to push you until he finds the limit to this potion- for fun. Will you still 'love' him if he leads you off a cliff?~ If he carves his name into your back? If he forces this disgusting sludge down your throat? Will you do aaaanything for him?~ How about killing your friend over there?

Goodluck.

Jennifer Check:

🎶'When I call your name Girl, it starts a flame'🎶

Yeah, I mean of course, who doesn't, bye-

This is not shocking to her XD She's hot and amazing, she knows, alright? Shoo.

Depends- are you a dude? Cis or trans- a dudes a dude. And if you are a dude, she is going to take this admiration and use it to her advantage.

If you are not a guy, though, you'll probably get off easy, with an eyeroll as she stalks off. Maybe even a smirk.

(Sheriff) Hoyt:

🎶'Burning in my heart, tearing it all apart No matter how I try, my love I cannot hide'🎶

... Is this a trick? You fucker-

Paranoid military man kills you immediately because he thinks this is a ploy to survive and hurt his family.

Jason Voorhees:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I'm waiting for you (waiting for you)'🎶

Mmmmmm... 😐 this is new territory... he really doesn't know what to do, here...

Uhh... he may lower his weapon, and tilt his head; Silently asking his mother what to do in this situation as he assesses you- you and your own tilted head, corner of your mouth tilted up as you look up (UP UP UP- ) at the 'love of your life'.

Tea? Do you want some (cold lake water and floor leaf) tea?

Michael Myers:

🎶'I can't help myself I love you and nobody else'🎶

Wh... what?

Not gonna lie- you threw him off, for sure when you got down on your knees and just gazed up at him. Even with blood all over him, even holding a shar knife, even with the corpse of your friend a few feet away.

But mostly his feelings are please go away you're freaking me the fuck out.

*The sound of your neck snapping*

Patrick Bateman:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch I'd do anything you ask me to'🎶

How sad for you.

He really doesn't care, man. Just tries to go on with his life, even with you following him around everywhere and trying to get his attention, and being there at his every beck and call- he does enjoy having coffee whenever he wants it, though.

Pennywise (OG):

🎶'I can't help myself I want you and nobody else'🎶

Oh this is HILARIOUS.

Penny figures it out immediately and has a good laugh, as you giggle softly, awkwardly along with him (Which makes him laugh harder-). Ohhhh, you made his century.

You're gonna taste delicious, when he's done with you.

Stu Macher:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you'🎶

Ahhhhh... say what now?

Billy cackles like an evil ferret behind him as you wrap your arms around Stu (The boy himself a slave to his hornier impulses but struggling as Billy's right there and also this is kinda rapey-). Good. he gets a taste of his own medicine now. He looks mortified. GOOD.

Thomas Hewitt:

🎶'I can't help myself No, I can't help myself'🎶

Thomas is a mix of Michael and Bubba- he's thinking but why, but also what do i do what do i do what do i do-

Like one one side, he's annoyed. Because you're geting in his way and he needs to help out his mamma and do what Hoyt tells him to, in order to keep his family safe.

But on the other- he's kind of enjoying this kind of attention.

God, someone just take the decision out of his hands.

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