#but feel free to ignore all the babbling if you came here just for the ship tag

[shiroganeryo]

Hi there. So don't mind me, I was going through your dazatsu art a while ago (both you and your husband I think?) and also saw some of the captions. You said you two met when you were cosplaying dazatsu? I don't mean to sound stalkerish so please feel free to ignore me, but that is about the sweetest thing I have ever heard😭❤️ I would like to draw one of your cosplays as our favorite couple. You could send me a picture you like- paint over your faces if you don't feel comfortable or-

And again and I emphasize, feel free to straight up reject this or ignore it, because I know it's odd. Just wanted you to know how you warm my heart, and I love your artwork as well<3

Have a nice day or night

Hello there! First of all, don't worry about "sounding stalkerish", it's very sweet of you to drop by just to let me (and by extension, us) know about your thoughts! 😊 The thing is, it's not that we met when we were cosplaying; perhaps me saying we weren't a couple yet gave that impression, but since you asked, I might as well tell you the full story?

You may want to sit, it's a little long (though I'll do my best to be brief) 😅

We already knew each other, we had been acquaintances for a long while, actually! We met when we were 14/13 or so (we're 31/29 now, I'm the older one). We weren't really that close, but we were on friendly terms and all that.

I'll skip the very personal bits which includes (but is not limited to) us getting closer to each other and stupidly pining mutually, but the sequence of events that led to it is one (!) of the reasons why I tend to say we're a "dazatsucore" couple. Because:

He was into me > I noticed on the spot, and did nothing > I was into him > he didn't know because I hid the fact > leads to him blurting out a confession thinking he'd be turned down > I do not turn him down but ask for some time to think things through because I want to be sure of my feelings first > not too long after I have an answer.

By the way, everything I'm saying gets even better (and funnier) when you consider I'm the "Dazai" one, while he's the "Atsushi" in this.

Anyways, about the cosplay shenanigans you inquired about; back when we were getting closer to each other (2016ish), I had become interested in BSD but knew nothing about it; I knew he had watched it, asked what were his thoughts on it, he said it was nice, recommended it, etc. He then commented that he planned to cosplay Atsushi, showed me the character and shared his cosplay plans.

I had only watched the opening so far (the thing that led me to ask him if the anime was good), and Dazai was the one who had caught my eye the most, so I said, very offhandedly, that 'hey, I'd be down to go with you to the con, I do entertain the idea of cosplaying Dazai'.

He was like 'woah, really?! That would be so fun!' but also got extremely nervous on the spot. I obviously noticed. You see, my spouse isn't really the type of person who can hide his feelings very well + I'm good at reading through people. We've always been a funny match in that regard, ngl.

From a quick Google search I did to gather references for the outfit, I could tell the two characters were a somewhat popular pairing, so I made 2+2, I also already knew he had a crush on me and just did nothing about it, like I explained above. So he had gotten nervous that people could mistake us for a couple because the two characters are (were? sadly) a popular pairing.

Which I did know... And again, did nothing about because while my suggestion to cosplay together was sincere, having no intentions of manipulating him or anything, that did work in my favor as well so two birds, one stone.

In the meantime, what I told you above happened and we started dating. And, for obvious reasons, we decided to go ahead with the cosplay plans 😌 I've never posted a clear picture showing our faces because we're not the best photographers out there, but here's one of the least terrible ones:

The icing on the cake, that doesn't have much to do with us, but is still something we remember about fondly: we're Brazilian, and Brazil is a very big country. The anime con we were going to attend was the biggest in our country but also some good hours away (a 9 hour travel away to the capital, to be more precise), so we took a bus ride with some people headed there as well. It's common for people to make these "con attendees" group rides and they're always really fun experiences + very cost efficient.

One of the people we befriended on the ride was this girl who, coincidentally, was cosplaying as Chuuya. Since we're a queer couple (nb sapphics who go by he/him pronouns) we didn't know what amount of gay was okay in public, but this one girl knew we were a couple, 100% sure of it and it was genuinely beyond funny seeing her and her friends waiting on us to just do something, anything, that gave the answer away.

We kissed like... once, when they were nearby, and the reactions were priceless, ngl. The euphoric I KNEW IT faces.

Back then we weren't married yet, so no telling rings or anything, but this Chuuya had gotten the vibes somehow. When I asked her how she knew before we even did anything, she said, just like this: 'it's the way you look at each other 🥺'.

I need you to imagine Chuuya Nakahara saying this, with this expression. Makes it all 20x funnier. Also the reason why I usually write him as a wingman/enabler in my fics.

Oh, and about the "he had no idea I knew all along", I did tell him... last year 😂 We were reminiscing about things and he went on a tangent saying something along the lines of 'I feel kinda bad because it was selfish of me but I liked the idea of us being seen as a couple back then so I didn't tell you the characters were a popular ship'.

To which I replied: 'Oh, I knew, don't worry.'

Cue shocked Pikachu meme for my spouse's reaction. I then explained that I was fully aware of everything all along, and he was like 'thank GOD you decided to play along then because I had no idea how to charm anyone' 😂

It feels good to put our silly story out there, I had told this story only to one person in the fandom so far (I won't tag her, but Katsu can confirm we're two dumbasses in love) because I don't usually talk about personal stuff publicly like this unless on a whim but also because, like I said, it's a very long story even with skipped parts.

I hope this was fun to read, at least? 😅

As for what you asked about drawing us, I'll apologize, but neither of us understood exactly what you want to do. If you could elaborate more on it, we'd be grateful and could give a proper response! All in all, thank you for sending the ask, it was really lovely of you to stop by just to say that! 😊

#I'll need to tag the ship because of the cosplay picture inside the read more #but feel free to ignore all the babbling if you came here just for the ship tag #dazatsu #dazushi #cosplay #+ personal story because why not #but there's only so much exposition I can take at once so I'll probably be thinking about this for a while #please be nice to me I get antsy whenever I overshare but the world must know why we call ourselves dazatsucore #and also why this ship means so much to the two of us (besides being a really wholesome ship ofc!) #ask

[dex0s]

—♡DOUMA X MALE READER WARNING: smut, non-con, cannibalism?, douma, reader having a huge chest, thoracic area called boobs/tits, daddy kink, face sitting, breeding kink, semi-public?, incest?, cliffhanger ending (only because I’m lazy), not proof read

A/N— okay I know I was gone for like 2 months but um— yeah

You were a member of his cult and your older sister got sick to the point she had to stay in bed instead of praying to your demon lord. For the past couple days you had been asking your lord to heal your sister. And at first DOUMA was uninterested or just ignored you but then he got a full look at you. (H/c) hair, beautiful bright (e/c) eyes, nice face, well shaped body, and lastly YOUR CHEST. Oh and how he was so in love.

“Oh look a new play thing. Just. For. Me~ and ONLY me~”

After that you notice changes. One, Douma would ONLY look at you if you in the room but the moment you leave his face becomes disinterested (even if he doesn’t have emotions he feels like his life just decrease by a life time). Two, you ALWAYS feel like you’re being watched no matter what you doing or where you are, there are always RAINBOW EYES watching. And three, when you go and pray to your lord you can notice the lust in his eyes like a predator eyeing their next meal.

“I can’t believe I haven’t noticed you sooner… I wonder if that man will let me keep you~ who know maybe I will quit bugging him~”

Knowing damn well that man can hear him

One time you went to douma and asked for his blessing so your sister could get better and by pure coincidence your sister gotten better and could move around better then before. You thanked douma for the blessing but even tho it was a complete coincidence douma wanted more than just a thanks. He gave you his blessing and healed your sister. He wants more and he will get want he wants whether you want it or not .

HaAh~ Oh you tastes Sooo~ good~ Your so good—Fuck! for daddy~

Grinding your hips into the pillow while Douma is thrusting in and out your ass. “Ahh~ you look like dog when you do that~” Douma said, moving his hand up your body and stopping at your chest. “W-wait~AH!” Slamming his cock back in he starts to grope your chest. “Hmm! What a— good boy you are, so good— for daddy” you start to feel yourself about to release and you try to warn your lord but all that came out was babbles. Douma seem to notice this and started to go even harder on you hearing your gummy walls take him in and out and all the noise you were making made him even more hard then white sticky cum came out your dick but that didn’t stop Douma in fact he decided to switch it up a lot bit.

He lifts you over his face, your legs are shaking then slams you down on his face. Taking his long slimy tongue starting with kitty licks, suddenly roughly gripping your thighs and full on eating your ass like there’s no tomorrow. When the door opens (you didn’t even notice at first) it reveals your sister. Your sister was in shock, she didn’t know you had a side like this. Hearing your moans and the licks your sister can feel a wet spot in her undergarment. While your sister was standing there Douma could smell her wetness and started to get upset.

“Why is she here.”

“She needs to leave can’t she see I’m playing with my plaything.”

“It’s her fault he’s in this situation”

“She shouldn’t be so selfish and get sick”

“You know what… It’s show time”

Taking out his tongue from your ass, he moves you to his lap. Picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist Douma starts to walk to your sister. “You know it’s rude to stare” using one of his free hands and roughly grabbing your sister’s chin forcing her to look at his rainbow eyes. “W-what are you doing to my brother!” Yelled out your sister that was trying to force Douma’s hand off of her and trying to reach for you, when Douma grabs the hand that was reaching for you and pulling it off her body. Finally snapping out the trance you hear a bloody cuddling scream. Turning your head around to see your sister on the ground clutching her shoulder but before you can say anything you were placed on the ground on all fours in front of your sister.

“Why don’t we put a show on for your sister~ hmm dear~”

#douma x reader #douma x male reader #male reader #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x male reader #douma smut #upper moons #sub male reader #uke male reader #bottom male reader #male reader smut #smut #yandere x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere

[kill4luvina]

"Too Much!"

TattooArtist!Ony x Black!Reader

Summary : Y/N asks her boyfriend for a new tattoo under her tits, after telling her over and over again it'll hurt he finally agrees, he starts only for the exact thing he wanted to prevent happening. So, he evens out the pain by getting her a vibrator as he continues doing the tattoo on her, only to end up fucking her <3

Warning(s): SMUT, NOT PROOF READ AT ALL, Vibrator Usage, uh probably more but idk.

(Idc, Ony got cornrows here like anyway)

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"Babbyyy, Please?" You were on your knees begging to your boyfriend as you held out your phone showing him the under boob tattoo you badly wanted. "No, you gon be cryin, that shi hurt like a bitch." he'd mutter rolling his eye trying to look everywhere put your face. "B-but" you'd start sniffling and tearing up, he had spoiled you way too much, and honestly it was too late to stop. "fuck.. okay.." he'd finally give in making you jump into his arms in excitement.

The next day, you came into his privet room in the back of the tattoo shop. You were wearing a white mini crop top showing your under boobs with a short black mini skirt that barely covered your ass with pretty black Gucci Strappy Sandal Heels. You'd hug your boyfriend in excitement thanking him again for letting you have it on the house, like you always do. It was a trade actually, he'd give you free tattoo's and you'd braid his hair whenever he wanted. "I shouldn't let you pop out no where dressed like this no more.." He'd sigh noticing the pretty under ass tattoo he had done for you months ago with his name, having flashbacks to when you cried your heart out until he had fingers plunged in you to even out the feeling of pain.

"Ony! You didn't tell me it hurt this bad!!" You'd scream as soon as it made contact with your skin, instantly triggering him as his left eye twitched at the statement you made. "I didn't what?" He asked looked up at you, eyes focusing on you and ngl he looked mad asl. "You said this shit last time too!" He'd say annoyed as he ignored you for about 5 minutes until you start crying. Eyes filled with tears sobbing as you brought your hands up to try and clean your overflowing tears. "Alright, stop crying mamas, give me a second." He'd say getting up taking off his gloves as he went into his drawer bringing out a new vibrator that wasn't open yet.

"Got it just for you, i didn't think you deserved it tho." He say sitting back in his seat as he watched you trying to clean your face quickly still sniffling as your face was now a mess but you still looked so cute in his eyes. He'd open you legs as he ripped off the packaging off the vibrator resting his right hand on your pussy giving you small circles making you moan as he gave you a sloppy kiss. "Feeling better?" he's ask watch you nod your head, feeling you get completely wet at just the contact of his fingers. He'd take the vibrator and turn it on low, he had bought you a pink Rabbit Vibrator. It was basically a penetrative vibrator that offered simulation to your clit to.

He's slowly slide if in before licking his fingers and putting his gloves back on as you moaned trying your hardest not to move as your legs clamped together. "Stay still.." he's say blankly as he continued your tattoo as you didn't even know how to feel at that moment, hands holding tightly to whatever you could find. This would go on for about another 25 mintues until he'd stop as you start twitching from your second orgasm somehow. He'd take off his gloves before pulling out the now soaked vibrator putting it too the side. Standing up he'd pull down his grey nike sweat pants to reveal his erection that had been twitching between his pants since this session had started.

Not being able to hold himself back anymore he'd push himself into you making you moan loudly as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck giving him sloppy kisses as he fucked you completely senseless as you babble telling him how much you love him. Crying when as he started leaving marks all over your neck finding you sensitive spot attacking it solely leaving you completely helpless. "Ony! Thank uuu!" You'd moan tears leaving your eyes as you came on him, twitching as squirting all over him as he came right after you.

He'd lay there for a moment giving you soft kisses as he whispered "Anytime my love.." Noticing you start to fall asleep knowing that you'd probably ask him to add onto this tattoo some other day noticing he hadn't completely finished it but it looked close enough to done.

LOL WHEN HE WENT OUT TO GET A BOTTLE OF WATER HE OPENED THE DOOR AND SAW A SMALL GROUP OF EMPLOYIES AND COSTUMERS AT THE DOOR LISTENING IN. LIKE BYE.

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#black reader #black coded reader #y/n #aot x black reader #black y/n #aot #aot x y/n #smut #x reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon #onyankapon #onyankopon x reader #aot smut #aot x you #aot x reader #attack on titan #female reader

[crystalitecloudie]

It's 4 am and I know I should be asleep... BUT I HAD A SAHSRAU IDEA (specifically cult!au with creators and stuff) AND I CAN'T IGNORE IT

This is gender neutral btw

EDIT: here is the link to part 2

Imagine...

You first descend into this world as the player, simply falling asleep in our world, and waking up in theirs. You wake up in Jarilo-VI, specifically in the bountiful snowy landscapes outside Belobog. However, at first, you believe it to be simply a vivid dream.

This is because when you touch the snow, it feels lukewarm to you. In fact, you are simply in flowy clothes (dress, shirt and pants, doesn't matter). You're dressed for a breezy summer picnic, not the harsh, unsurvivable winters of the Eternal Freeze.

But that does not stop barefoot you. You simply do not feel the cold, and it does not affect your body in turn.

The fragmentum monsters also pay no mind to you. They do not actively try to befriend you, but extended periods of time around them does not corrupt your mind like a mere mortal's would. You simply co-exist together with them.

However, after months of living in the Eternal Freeze, you have come to realize this is not a dream. You have yet to realize you are in the world of Honkai Star Rail, and are simply living a peaceful and voidous life.

That is... until Sampo finds you. He asks you to hide him, and when guards approach you, you have been so detached from human civilization that you are barely able to make conversation. You think in full, clear sentences, but your words stumble out like that of a child learning to walk and talk. They are accusing you of helping a criminal, along with three others that you know to be Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng. However, you certainly don't let on any clue that you know these people.

You're smarter than that.

And with your babbling like a child, Gepard and the other guards quickly assume that your mind, likewise, is also dumb and toddler-like. Innocent and naive. And as you are led into the city of Belobog's overworld, you realize that you are okay with this. You are a pretty, innocent babbling face, and appearing so allowed you to get away with quite a few things.

For example, when the trio of friends was chased into the underworld, you were not faced with similar charges. Instead, Cocolia forced you into a room in her palace, saying something about how the creator deserved the utmost respect.

You didn't really understand why you were being locked in a room and not allowed to leave, but if it meant free food and all the toys in the world, you could not care less. Humans were interesting creatures anyhow.

Even when you came to understand that this was not a simple Isekai, you simply wondered how the Supreme Guardian knew of your divine heritage. You had planned to keep it hidden for much, much longer... but alas.

I would write more but just seriously need to go to bed istg

Just credit me if you use this concept I guess idk I'm tired

#x reader #sahsrau #honkai sahsrau #honkai star rail sahsrau #honkai star rail #sahsrau cult au #cult sahsrau #belobog #idk what else to hashtag this #sagau #i guess? #tagging it sagau so people see it #i need the cross reference here #genshin sagau #hsr #honkai star rail au #honkai star rail headcannons #honkai headcannons #creator #if youre wondering yes the creator has unique blood #but its diamond colored bc ice and we are not like other girls #(not like other girls being the sagau kids) #this is my epiphany

[star2fishmeg]

Hello! I’m the Romeo fujio anon from earlier and I just saw the post you made about accepting other high & low characters. If that’s still true then how do you feel about a shoji sameoka request? It would be a reader who’s new to town and doesn’t really know any of the gangs so shoji takes it upon himself to keep an eye on her and gradually becomes so soft and simp like for her. Readers kinda dense so shoji has to become much more obvious with his flirting. Feel free to ignore if it’s too specific

ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇ sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

Pairing: Sameoka Shoji x afab!reader

Summary: out of all the people Shoji had met in his life, y/n was, in fact, the biggest threat to him. Specifically the biggest threat to his heart

Warnings: fluff, Shoji being painfully smitten, ooc shoji, swearing

Authors note: Hi anon, while I appreciate the request, I’ve seen that this one was quite similar to a request a mutual of mine received. If it was coincidental, that’s completely fine, no biggie. I should’ve stated before that I usually don’t do requests that have been requested to someone else as they make me feel inadequate and I worry about the other writer’s feelings too, but since this is my error and slightly different to the other request, I still went through with it. I hope you enjoy😊

Authors note II: ooc = out of character, this is my first time writing him

Request: above!

Fucking Ebara hooligans

All she wanted was to grab a few snacks and flavourings for her mum, but of course the local Ebara delinquents loitered outside the doors, firing a million unnecessary questions about who she was, where she came from, what school she went to, all that babble. And while she got through their herd, trying to find the right seasoning under the flickering light, two Ebara students’ hawk-like glares stabbed the back of her head like daggers. She kept her breathing steady, slow breaths, lax posture, eyes straight in front of her on the labels.

“Oi, d’you know where the fuck you think you are?” one hissed, hands stuffed into his pockets and approaching with a sick smirk. She watched him get closer from the corner of her eyes, pulling the ingredient she needed off the shelf and into her basket. Turning away from him, she was instantly met with the other boy’s figure scowling down at her.

“He asked you a question.”

Her head craned to the boy behind her, “The convenient store, where the fuck d’you think you are?” Neither of them responded to her, the three just stared each other in the eyes, as if waiting for someone to make the first strike. All that tension and all she wanted was food. Any anxiety that once rattled through her had morphed into bubbling anger, heart practically pounding in her ears. Her foot stepped to the side slightly, if to gesture that she was to leave, but the man glaring her down’s hand gripped her arm and she knew fleeing wasn’t going to come easy.

“Just let her go, not worth the hassle.” She turned her head towards the voice; another tall Ebara student with a thick chain and padlock around his neck, and two braids pulling his hair out his face. The two stepped away, letting her arm go and she scoffed, walking towards the braided man, eyes fixed on his as she turned the corner, mumbling a ‘thanks’ on her way to the checkout.

“The fuck was that for, Sameoka?” the guy growled.

Sameoka cocked an eyebrow, “She’s not a threat and besides,” his eyes glanced back to her paying, “I don’t think she’s been here long.”

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Turning the corner of the street, she waved her goodbyes to the friends she made a week ago. With transferring schools so late in the year, she thought she’d spend most of it alone but apparently, she was more approachable than she thought. The skies were still pale, evening still another couple hours to fall. Yet, the strong presence that taunted her mind still lingered even as she walked further towards her house, the clicking of shoes becoming irritating, especially as they matched her rhythm.

She stopped. They stopped. “If you’re going to stalk me, at least be less obvious about it.” She put her weight onto her hip and turned around, face almost unimpressed to find Braids from the previous week standing with his hands in his pockets, looking directly back at her, also unimpressed.

“Wasn’t stalking you, I have my own stalker thanks.” He scoffed smirking, almost humorously.

“Oh really? A delinquent with a fangirl stalker? Funny.” She mused.

He casually walked closer, looming over her figure, “I’m serious, but she also follows the Kamasaka bastards too so m’not really worried about it.”

“Why are you following me anyway? If you’re gonna jump me like your boys were just do it.” She shrugged, standing up straight as if surrendering.

Sameoka ruffled her hair, “Actually just making sure you don’t get jumped. You’re new here and naïve to what goes on.” Y/n struggled his large hand off her head, fumbling with her hair to make it presentable again. Sameoka started strolling again, loosely taking her wrist as if to say, ‘walk with me’ and ultimately followed her lead.

“Okay, so then tell me why you feel the need to follow me?”

“In short, gang culture is high and the convenient store you were at the other day? Ebara’s hang out spot. We usually don’t like outsiders there but since you looked so stupid, there was no point in threatening you. You’ll know they’re from Ebara by their plaid trousers.” He pointed to his trousers, y/n nodding.

“Well, what if I am a threat, huh?” She jabbed his arm teasingly. On a normal day, Shoji would’ve punched back twice as hard, but since she was, in fact, naïve and in his eyes, kind of cute, he let it slide, not hating it as much as he thought.

“You’re right,” he began and held the arm she jabbed as if he were in extreme pain, “Ow, my arm is in soooo much pain! You’re just too strong.” His voice reeked of sarcasm, but she laughed either way.

“I’m here, but please don’t break in, uh-“ she stopped outside her house, an average family home but with an extraordinarily clean front garden.

“-Shoji. Sameoka Shoji. See ya around, y/n.”

She smiled, waddling to her front door, halting when the realisation struck her that he knew her name when she never told him. She swung around to protest, but he had vanished. Nothing she could do now.

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Thank god it was Friday, y/n practically burst out the classroom door upon the final bell, no hesitation, waiting for no-one. Months passed and she still aimed to be the first to leave the room every time, just to show how much she really did not want to be there anymore.

But what she didn’t need was the sun blinding her as she left the front doors of the school, almost making her walk into three different people before her eyes adjusted to see Shoji leaning against the wall just outside the campus grounds. Students alike whispered amongst each other about Ebara having business with their regular school, or wondering if they were looking for someone. And he was.

“Shoji? What’re you doing here?” y/n called, walking closer to him. He stood straight, lips quirking into a small smile at her.

“Came to pick a pretty girl up.”

“Woah, she’s lucky.” Shoji’s brain short-circuited briefly, and he blinked a couple times before shaking his head.

“Start walking, I have a fight later.” He ushered her, taking her bag and carrying himself.

“Wait but what about the pretty girl-“

“-she’s walking, dumbarse.”

Y/n talked the entire way home, about school mainly, but branching off on tangents that Shoji hadn’t asked for but didn’t complain about as she seemed happy to tell him about it. Even standing outside her house, she continued to talk to him, like she was stalling. When she did stop to take a breath, she grinned up at him, fumbling with something in her hand. His chest tightened, heart beating faster when her eyes lit up under the sun and how even with his unapproachable appearance, she still held no hesitation in running up to him.

Her smaller hand took his palm, twisting it to face the sky before placing the item. He closed his palm and inspected it closer. A handmade bracelet, woven by hand and adjustable, in blue, grey and white. He slipped it onto his wrist and pulled his arm further away to check it out,

“It’s a good luck bracelet for later, you know, your fight. I don’t want you to lose.” His brain genuinely could not fathom why someone with a normal life, a future would be so okay with him. Or yet, condone his barbaric lifestyle. His heart swelled, no one had ever made him something before, let alone a girl who was pretty, and accepting, and that he was growing to like, maybe more than he wanted to.

“I won’t lose as long as I have you.” He smiled, a genuine one. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he abruptly pulled her into his chest, being careful that his padlock necklace didn’t smack her head. A foreign warmth spread through his veins and the pressure of her body against his was a comfort he’d want forever. Her arms snaking around his waist set off a chain reaction, his arms tightening around her and his face burying into her hair as he’d never been held like that before.

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He'd never been in that situation before. Hell, he’d never been in a girl’s bedroom before. Months of walking her home, keeping an eye on her whenever he caught her outside, back and forth bantering and texting seemed to fly before his eyes like a roll of film.

Y/n sat at her desk, grinding through her homework while he lay on her bed in a comfortable silence. Her space reflected her personality, filled with the things she loved and the new additions of photobooth pictures she made them take one weekend. He remembered being so embarrassed at the time, but the more he looked at the photos, the more he found them endearing and if it meant he could be with her, he was shameless about it. Who cared what his boys thought anyway, his life was his business.

“You can leave, if you’re bored.” She stated, eyes still focused on the notebook in front of her, voice flat with disappointment. It was that moment when he realised that she hadn’t smiled once since they met up, but every time he wanted to ask, a lump formed in his throat.

“M’not bored, you’re just cute when concentrating. Don’t wanna disturb ya.” He rolled onto his side, propped up on his elbow. She glanced in his direction, hoping he couldn’t see how pink her cheeks were as he lay there in his tank top and chain, a sight she thought only existed in her dreams.

“Oh, okay.” She nodded, continuing. He smirked at the way she pulled her lip between her teeth, struggling to get comfortable in her chair. Oh, something was on her mind, and she was just not ready to confess it to him. Shoji stood up, taking a deep breath and made his way behind her chair. His flingers slid around her head, pulling the hairs that hung down her face and tucked them behind her ears before leaning over her, hands placing onto her desk while his breath on her neck made the hairs on her neck stand on end. Y/n’s breath hitched, he was directly behind her, so unbelievably close her mind short circuited, throat dry and stomach protruding to her throat.

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl. You haven’t smiled all day, beginning to think I did something.” He mumbled, his voice deep and gravelly as it rattled through her bones. The grip on her pen loosened and she slowly turned her head to face his, lips inches away.

“You could never upset me, Shoji,” her eyes glistened, piercing into his as they flickered between his eyes and lips, “Just some guys today said some things and I cried so much I missed my class. Got told that if I don’t catch up, I’ll be on cleaning duty for two weeks. But it’s not a big deal, it’s fine.”

“I’d be damned if I didn’t see you smile at least once today,” he reassured, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, “Would make sure you’re happy and beat the fuck outta those guys. Would be with you all the time if you’d let me?”

They stared at each other for what felt like ages, gulping and the eye contact igniting adrenaline in veins that surged through them. Shoji’s head span at the lack of response, watching her mouth open just to close again.

“Why wouldn’t I let you?”

“Oh my god,” he chuckled, shaking his head, pulling away and crouching in front of her to meet her eye level, “I’m trying to tell you that I wanna be your boyfriend.” Y/n’s brows knitted, scanning his face, and fully turning to face him where his hands took hers. She felt stupid, was there something she was missing? Why would he say something like that when they’ve been close for so long, he was in her room for christ’s sake!

Y/n shook her head lightly, “Wait- I thought you already were?”

Shoji’s world froze, nothing but a dreaded ringing in his ears as his smile dropped entirely, giving her nothing but a blank expression. His head dropped into her lap, hands still holding hers as she tilted her head. He groaned in frustration – all that time he spent flirting, showing her, he was so desperately trying to communicate he was interested, and she just assumed he could read her mind the entire time. He exhaled, looking back up at her and lips morphing into the biggest grin he’d ever given anyone. In return, she grinned back, giving his head a pat.

“You look super hot without your jacket, by the way.”

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My Over-Whelmed Heart (Jake Lockley x GN Autistic Reader)

Marvel Masterlist

Warnings: Reader has a meltdown, Self Harm, Angst, Detailed Meltdown

A/N: I know not all people with Autism act or respond to situations like this, I am going off my own experience since I have Autism

A/N: Jake Lockley x GN Reader,  Marc Spector x GN Reader (Minor), Steven Grant x GN Reader (Minor)

Summary: Steven comes home to a situation he wasn’t prepared for so Jake immediately takes the reins for everyone's safety and helps you through your meltdown.

Steven had no idea what to do he has never seen it this bad before. He just came home from work only to see you crying on the kitchen floor while clawing at your arms and rocking back and forth. You were inconsolable and Steven felt himself becoming overwhelmed at the sight. He wanted to get to the root of the problem, but your words were incoherent babbling. He could hear the flem building up in the back of your throat, and the snorting of your nose as you attempt to breath through your nose despite the snot running down your face. Steven tried to pry your hands away from your raw skin that were littered with scratch and bite marks, but was only met with being shoved away. It was like you had no idea who he was.

‘You need to restrain them Steven’ He looked over at the pot in the sink to see Jake in the reflection.

“What?! I can’t do that! What if I hurt them!” Steven says back.

‘They is doing more damage then you could do to them! You need to restrain them now!’ Jake shouts.

“I-I don’-” He suddenly feels his head loll back as he is transfered into his head space.

‘Jake wait!’ Steven calls out.

Jake doesn’t listen instead he sits himself behind you as close as he can get. He waits for a moment for your hands to be free before grabbing them and pulling them around you as if you are giving yourself a hug. He then wraps  his legs around your waist to restrict further movement.

“Estoy aquí mi amor..” He says soothingly. “I am right here. Come back to me.”

You continue to thrash and twist with the back of your head meeting his nose.

“Mierda!” He exclaims before using both hands to put your wrists together.

 He holds them in his right hand before using his left to pull your head back against his shoulder with the palm of his hand on your forehead.

“Let go!” You sob out. “Let go, let go, let go!”

‘Let go of them Jake!’ He hears Steven scream. ‘They wants you to let her go!’

‘You need to shut up and let me focus!’ Jake says back in his head.

Marc seems to have either checked out or is just staying silent, but Jake can’t think of that right now. His goal right now is to restrain you and calm you down in any way he can. He tries to ignore the taste of blood in his mouth and continues to whisper soothing word. He hates that he has to do this knowing that you will have some serious bruises for the next few days, but he continues to remind himself that it is necessary.

He doesn’t know how long it has been, but he realizes that the sun has gone down substantially since he has come home. What he does notice though is that you go limp in his arms as only your sobs can be heard.

   “estoy aquí mi amor... estoy aqui mi corazon.” He says as he kisses the side of your head.

He holds you still in his tight grip for a few more minutes longer before relaxing his grip. He unlocks his legs from your waist and you immediately turn toward him and hide your face in his neck.

“Shhh... I’m here...” He says as he rubs firm yet soothing circles on your back.

As he does this he takes a look at the damage you dealt to yourself. He can see blood blisters beginning to form along your arms. He can also see bruises beginning to form on your wrists which hurt the most. He wishes he was here earlier, or co-conscience earlier to maybe coach Steven through this better instead of forcefully taking the body.

“I-I’m sorry!” You sob into his neck.

“I know... It’s going to be okay. Okay?” He doesn’t hear or feel a response so he continues to say. 

“Do you want a bath?” He feels you nod at that.

He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet lid and kisses your forehead. He is about to let go of you, but he feels you grip his left hand. He rubs your knuckles with his thumb as he starts the bath water. He decides to not use bubbles as to not irritate your damaged skin.

‘Let me out. I want to talk to them.’ He hears Marc say, but Jake shakes his head

‘Ja-’ ‘Not now Marc.’ He hears Steven coming to his defense.

Jake stops the water once it gets to the right height and looks over at you.

“Can I undress you  mi corazon?” He asks and you nod.

He is thankful that you wore jeans today instead of the shorts you had as a second option. He takes off your socks and then your pants. He then goes for the T-Shirt you are wearing, leaving you in your undergarments.

“Can I take off the rest?” He asks and you nod. He slowly stands you up and removes the rest of your clothes.

He guides you toward the bathtub and eases you down slowly. He hears you his as your raw arms make contact with the warm water.

“Can you come in with me?” You murmur.

“Of course...” He says slowly. 

He stands up and shuts the shower curtain so he can undress. He hears the water shift as you scoot forward. He looks in the Mirror to see a concerned Steven.

‘You got blood on your face, mate’ Jake nods and quickly rinses his face to remove the dried blood.

He turns to the bath and pauses before opening the curtain. “Do you still want me to come in?” He asks.

“Yes...” You say quietly.

He opens the curtain and steps into the water. He slowly sits down as his legs are placed on either side of you. He keeps his arms open and waits for you to recline back . It is a few seconds before you do.

“Can I wrap my arms around you?” He asks and you nod. He slowly wraps his arms around you and places warm open mouth kisses along your neck. 

You both sit like that for a long time. The water is on the verge of becoming lukewarm. “Can you tell me what lead up to this?” He asks

You pause for a moment. “Now that I think about it... It’s stupid.”

“It isn’t stupid if this is the outcome...”

“It... It was a lot of things piling up today...” “Can you talk me through it?” He asks. You slowly nod.

“It started this morning... I forgot my ear buds for the bus ride to work... It was loud and people were touching me...” Jake tenses up for a moment. 

“Not like that... Just people in my personal space... Which I wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t have my music to distract me...”

You pause and turn side ways to lay your head over his heart.

“Take your time mi amor.” And you do. You wait three minutes before saying your next statement.

“It is a block from my bus stop to my work and it rained yesterday... I walked to close to the street and a car zoomed by, and my socks and shoes got wet.” 

“Mhm...” Jake hums.

“Then my boss yelled at me... I got the wrong file out during a meeting which caused us to lose an important client. S-So I had soggy socks and my boss yelling at me...” 

Jake hears that you are about to become over-whelmed by the memory so he tightens his grip around your body, not to restrain you but to compress you. This seems to calm you down.

“After that the paper I printed the sheets on later was wrong and I scratched my nails against it. I couldn’t do anything else for a hour until I picked the feeling from underneath my nails.”

Jake nods for you to continue. “I was sent home afterwards... I am under review now... I think I am going to lose my job..”

You sigh for a moment before looking up at him and caress the side of his face. 

“I got over-whelmed at the thought of you three being disappointed in me...” He hears you sniff so he looks down at you with a frown. 

“So when I got home I thought that doing the dishes would make you happy... Then I got wet food stuck underneath my nails and I just broke...” Jake kisses the top of your head.

“A-And I hurt you... I didn’t mean to Jake... You know I’d never it’s just I-”

“You didn’t know who we were in that moment... It is okay see?” He scrunches his nose like a bunny a couple times which makes you giggle at the facial expressions he makes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod and lean up to kiss him. He meets you half way. It isn’t passionate by any means it is gentle and soothing with no sexual intent behind it, which is rare for Jake.

He pulls away and smiles. “Lets get out okay? I want to clean you up.” He says with a smile. You nod and lean forward as he gets up.

He helps you out and wraps you in a towel and smiles again. He walks out and puts on a pair of boxers before coming back. He then opens the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and grabs a pair of nail clippers.

“Want me to clip your nails?” 

“You don-” “I want to Mi Amor... Please let me...” You sigh and nod.

He goes slow and after clipping each nail he kisses the tips of your fingers. After he is done he goes back to the medicine cabinet and grabs some ointment and band aids. He sees you shudder away/

“I know you don’t like how it feels with clothes on. Do you want to sleep naked tonight?” He asks and you nod. “What about me? Do you want skin to skin?” You nod again and hug him again. 

“I love you...” You say and he kisses your head.

“Not as much as us...” He says with a smirk. “We have three peoples worth of love in here.” He says with a small smile. 

You laugh and let go so he can begin to bandage your arms. As he does he continues to place a kiss on each band aid he puts on. Once he is done he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the room you four share and sets you down. He makes sure to dry your hair well enough so it doesn’t stick to you while you sleep.  He tosses the towel to the foot of the bed and pulls the covers up so you can slide in. He then tucks you in and kisses you head before going to the other side and sliding in. He keeps his distance and allows you to come to him. He opens his arms and you immediately curl into him. You tangle your legs with his and  tuck your head in his neck.

“The others are worried. Would you like one of them to come out now?” He asks and you shake your head. 

“I don’t want to be mean or anything... It’s just yo-” “I helped you through it. They understand mi paloma... They will never be mad at you for this. Same as if I was in their shoes I could never be mad at you.”

“But I scared Steven... I know I did.” You murmur.

Jake only nods. “You scared all of us, but you are okay now and so are we. That is all that matters.”

You nod and kiss his collar bone. “Will you be here when I wake up?” you ask and he nods.

 “If you want me to I will be.” You nod. “As long as th-” “They are fine with it. You and your comfort is our top priority. They understand.” 

You look into his eyes and say. “I will talk to you both tomorrow okay? I am sorry I scared you guys...”

‘We understand love, sleep well.’ Steven says in their head.

‘Rest easy okay?  We will be here when you want us.’ Marc responds

You tuck your head into his neck again and Jake drags his fingertips lightly on the skin of your back.

“Sleep well okay? I will be here when you wake up. I will make you your favorite in the morning okay?” He asks and you nod.

“I love you...” You say as you close your eyes.

Jake smiles and kisses the top of your head and continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear until your breathing evens out before he slowly falls asleep.

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[chainofhyrule]

Hi! I did read the rules and saw nothing about this beinga no but feel free to ignore this of you cant/don't want to/not comfortable with this, I saw you request where open and wanted to request a cuddley/touch starved hyrule, like he wants to cuddle and be held but doesn't know how to ask for it so instead he does other little things like, sitting more closely to reader or leaving leaves in his hair cause he knows reader will pick them out or even food or dirt on his face, I'll leave it to you to decide if reader catches on or not on whats he's doing, it can either be romantic or platonic (I prefer romantic but you do what your comfortable with), please and thank you 💚

Sorry for the wait! It’s kinda short, but honestly—✨fluff✨

Such cute asks! Thank you both so, so very much!!!

(and thank you anon—I will try to remember)

Roses Without Thorns

Hyrule was never good at holding a smug face for long. Sure, when he was joking with the others, he could snicker and grin just as well as any of the rest of them…but when it came to you? He couldn’t hold smugness in his eyes to save his life.

According to the vet, his eyes practically turned to hearts, instead.

There was little Hyrule felt he could do about his view of you. You always just seemed so…kind to him. You cared for him. You…cared for all of them, really, but…Hyrule couldn’t help but hope. After all…you were always more than willing to help him out whenever he’d asked…

Currently, he sat in the dirt in front of you, his back propped up against your shins. Behind him, you sat comfortably on a log in the clearing Wolfie had found for the group to settle for the evening. As some of the others had begun to peel away layers of armour, Hyrule had come to you requesting some help detangling his hair from the tumble he had taken through some bushes downhill earlier. It had left several small twigs, leaves, and even pieces of soft bark in his hair, which you agreed to help with in a heartbeat. That smile on your face as you beckoned for him to sit…

Hyrule’s fantasies were plucked too soon by a couple of the others, namely the Captain and the Sailor, approached with inquisitive eyes, and knowing smirks.

He couldn’t bring himself to pay too much attention to their words; as far as he knew, they were just babbling about something unimportant. All Hyrule could seem to focus on was your hands in his hair, carefully pulling out twigs and leaves, as your fingers gently combed through a few tangles, as well.

It was always nice, he thought, to be taken care of so carefully. So considerably. It wasn’t something he was used to. Sure, to be taken care of by his brothers was one thing…but with you it just felt…nicer. Warmer. Like he could easily just spend hours right here, as long as he could stay sitting next to you.

He worried this made him come off as clingy, or strange. Always trying to find an excuse to feel just a glimpse of that warmth again. Maybe asking for help to detangle his hair. Maybe wiping his cheek for him when his hands were full. Maybe just…walk next to him, so he has someone to talk to?

Goddess above, he must seem like such a loser…vying for attention like a touch-starved child. He hoped…you didn’t mind. There would always be that little voice in his head telling him he was bothering you, though. Despite how strongly he wished it wouldn’t.

It was the only downside to wanting to be closer to you. There were nine of them, after all. Nine heroes of courage, all equally as entitled to your attention as the others. Was he selfish for wanting your attention to himself like this? Even if only for a little bit? Whatever the answer, and whatever the case…he didn’t want to back off. He liked being close to you. He liked talking to you. He liked being your friend.

…He liked you.

The atmosphere was calm, at least. Wild was at the cooking pot, with Four and Twilight at his either side to help. Time sat close behind, removing his gauntlets. The others all seemed to be doing their own things, with the two of you tucked somewhat close to the edge of the clearing. That was fine, though. He liked the space. He loves his brothers, of course…but he just wanted to enjoy the serenity of your proximity for a bit, is all. Nothing wrong with that, right?

…Right?

Hyrule wasn’t sure how long had passed until you had seemed to manage to free his hair from the terrible mess he’d put it in. When you announced that it was done, he smiled, and ran his own fingers through his hair, surprised at the absolute lack of knots or plant life of any kind. He craned his neck back to look up at you, his head fallen back over your knees. It was…perhaps a bit too cute.

“Thank you, y/n,” he said quietly, smiling as though there was nothing better in the world to smile about.

You nodded in return, and gave your own warm little grin, crooked, and perfect. Your hands rested on your thighs, and Hyrule had to consciously restrain himself from wanting just a little bit more…maybe a hug? Would you give him one, if he asked? He was sure you would…you were just too nice not to. But…the question was…could he ask?

Seems he didn’t need to. A minute or so had passed of him just sitting in front of you, unwilling to move just yet. Despite Hyrule’s own worries or insecurities…you enjoyed spending this time with him, as well. Having someone to look out for, even if there were 8 others, was nice. Having someone want your company, or your conversation, or even just your presence…was nice.

When Hyrule made no effort to move, you decided he ought not to feel he had to. So, you bent forward a bit, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

Hyrule, in no short order, froze. You were hugging him. He didn’t even have to ask! You were so warm…he loved it.

…Perhaps this wasn’t too bad.

Actually, no, he loved it. Loved being close to you. Loved talking to you. Loved being your friend.

…And who was he fooling, really?

He loved you.

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[hersie44]

Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 3520 words.

warning: Strong language used.

Note: I did make the reader be originally from Greece but it doesn't affect the story much so feel free to change it in your mind. :)

Chapter One.

Being back in Beacon Hills felt weird, almost like a nightmare as I walked through the halls of the empty high school that I used to attend. I looked around curiously, the classrooms looked the same and so did the locker rooms. I smiled to myself seeing the boy’s locker room in the distance, memories of sneaking in there after everyone had left to talk to my best friend running through my mind.

“What are you doing here so late!?” I squinted my eyes as a bright light was shone directly at my face, I pushed it away and glared at the man standing in front of me. The coach.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He lowered the flashlight and gave me a confused look, like I was the only crazy person that was at the school late at night.

“Good to see you too coach, I was just leaving.” I moved around him, clutching my book bag close to my chest. I had just started teaching history at Beacon Hills High School yesterday, and this was already the second night that I had decided to stay late. I missed the library here much more than I expected. Especially seeing my initials carved on one of the shelves alongside my friend’s.

“You are seriously giving all the nerds bad ideas, what kind of teacher stays late at the school to read?” I let out an exhausted sigh, he had asked the same question when he caught me in the library last night. I put on a smile and glanced back at him.

“The kind that doesn’t want your players to fail a class, because if they do fail then they won’t be able to play, and we don’t want that now do we?” I turned back around and continued walking, knowing I had won the argument. I knew how much the coach cared about having his best players on the field, unfortunately for him most of them took history.

I would never fail a student if they didn’t deserve it, and I’ve been known to give plenty of opportunities to complete homework and assignments, but the coach has been pressing all the wrong buttons for the last two days and I just needed him to keep his mouth shut.

I guess I’ve changed a lot since high school, I would have never spoken back to someone like that in my teen years. If you weren’t close to me then I seemed like the quiet kid, you know the one that everyone just ignored and went about their day. However, if you knew me then I was the exact opposite. I would speak my mind, about anything and everything. I would babble on about the most random topics if you were willing to lend an ear, and that often ended up being my best friend’s ear.

I guess I should stop calling him that, we haven’t seen or spoken to each other since we were eighteen. He left Beacon Hills after an accident, he dropped all communication and left. I stayed here for as long as I could, waiting for him to come back so that I could talk to him and comfort him, but he never did come back.

 When the summer ended, I left my number on the door of his house in case he came back, and he wanted to talk. Then I left for home, I went back to Greece and continued on with my life, got my degree in teaching and then travelled for a year or two with my grandmother. Once she was ready to settle down, we came back to Beacon Hills. She said that this place had always felt like a second home to her.

I snapped out of my daydream as I realised, I had made it out into the outside corridor, I should really start paying more attention when I’m somewhere alone in the middle of the night.

“KIRA!” I stared ahead in disbelief; three kids were laying on the floor at the end of the corridor battered and bruised. It didn’t look like they noticed me but something that was growling at them did. On instinct I ran forward, skidding to a stop in front of them. Whatever the animal was, it would have to get through me first. Which looking back on that decision, that was probably the most stupid decision that I had ever made in my life.

The situation was extremely surreal, there I was standing between three kids and two grown men wearing animal skulls that covered their faces. They were clearly strong, that was the aura they gave off as they stared me down. I had so much adrenaline running through me that I stared back at them, with a glare of rage.

“Can you three move?” I glanced down at the ground for a second, noticing a sword laying on the ground between me and the men. If I could just pick that up, then I might stand a chance against these guys.

“No! Run!” I faintly remember one of the boys screaming at me, a boy I now know as Scott McCall. I ran forward, grabbing the sword off of the floor and leaping into the air with hope that the momentum would pierce the bone armour that the men had on.

But instead of making contact I was grabbed out of the air, it felt like the world slowed down to a halt as it happened. My eyes widened as a familiar face appeared in front of him, one that should have been much older by now.

“Derek?” He acknowledged me with a glance before throwing me to the side, I’m sure he meant to be gentler, but my body hit the ground with a harsh thud and my head hit the railings. My vision became blurry as I watched the scene before me, Derek, my ex best friend who hasn’t seemed to have aged a day since I last saw him, was fighting off these tall men with his bare hands. The only thing was that he had sharp canine-like teeth and claws to match as he did so. I left the image up to the concussion I had before I crawled forward towards the kids, I tried my best to stand up.

“Come on, you need to run…” I had trusted Derek with my life many times when we were younger, so now I trusted that he could hold off the danger long enough to get these kids to safety. Then I could question him on why he doesn’t look a day over sixteen, and if he’d give me the location to the fountain of youth he had found. As they got up the ache in my head became apparent, I stumbled to the side and started to fall again. However, this time I had a much softer landing, someone had been kind enough to catch me and when I looked up, I saw the most handsome man that I could have possibly ever imagined.

“Wow…so an angel really does come get you when you die.” I closed my eyes, and I could faintly hear the sound of someone calling my name.

The memory came flooding back to me like it was yesterday, it was the finals for our basketball team. We usually never made it that far, but we finally had an ace on our team, Derek Hale, my best friend. The only thing was that no one could find him, we were all waiting on the courts for him to start the match, but no one had seen him. That is when I noticed his uncle skulking around before disappearing in the direction of the locker rooms.

“I’ll be right back.” I gave Kate a reassuring smile before following him, I didn’t trust Peter at all, so I hardly felt bad about this. He was always too hard on Derek, there had been many times where Derek decided to sleep over at my place just to avoid the douche. He didn’t seem like the supportive type either, so I don’t understand why he was here.

“Even born wolves have to learn control on a full moon, Derek.” I heard Peter’s voice echoing from the showers, I blushed at the thought of bursting into the room while Derek was naked. Maybe there was an actual emergency, and I should just go, let his uncle help him for once if it fell in the department of him being naked during the issue or maybe I should have sent Kate because she’s told me many times, she had a crush on him. But then…

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be easier for us, why does it hurt so much!?” Hurt? That sent alarm bells going off in my head, Derek was hurting. I rounded the corner and stared in shock as Derek was on his knees, completely drenched from head to toe. I could only see the side of his face, but his eyes were glowing bright blue and he had fangs like a wolf. Before I could stop myself, I let out a scream, then there was a pressure on my neck before I passed out.

I woke up with a jolt, my eyes snapping open as I heard voices coming from the distance. I was in a room I didn’t recognise, the ceiling was high and most of the bricks were exposed. It was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I sat up slowly, my brain pounding against my skull as I did so.

My ears were still ringing from earlier, my heart was still pounding in my chest from the adrenaline. Then I heard my name again, it didn’t sound like it had any emotion in it at first but as I looked in the direction of the voice I could immediately tell there was a slight worried undertone to it…just like I could always tell when he tried to hide it.

“Derek…?” Just as I thought, the man from earlier was Derek. He had grown so much, he was taller, more muscular, he had a beard and damn was he gorgeous. I took several deep breaths as three pairs of eyes fell on me, which didn’t help the growing nervousness in my stomach. Was what I remembered real? Was what I saw earlier real?

“That’s my cue to leave.” The woman spoke, she got up and left without even greeting them. The other man followed her, locking the door behind her as she left.

“Are you crazy!?” He sounded shocked and angry, the emotions clearly directed at Derek.

“Not now.” He got up and walked towards me, my spine immediately straightened, and my eyes went wide as he sat down in front of me. I wasn’t scared of him, but I suddenly felt alert in the situation, there were so many questions swirling in my head that it was almost hard to keep track of.

“What do you remember?” No “Hi, how you doing?”, no “Sorry I threw you which made you hit your head and pass out”. Nothing, just straight to what I remembered? Yeah, this was definitely Derek or should I rather say the ‘new and improved’ one.

“A lot, enough to know you’ve been keeping secrets from me before you even left.”

“It was to protect you.”

“Bullshit!” I stood up, staggering slightly which sent Derek flying to his feet to catch me. His hands landed on my waist, holding me up.

“It wasn’t to protect me! It was for your own selfish shit! You didn’t tell me things, you didn’t let me in on your little world and then you just left me! No good explanation, no good-bye just gone! I stayed here for months for you! Taking care of your family after the fire, I spent my summer hoping you would come back but you didn’t! You ass!” I hit his chest hard which for once made him flinch, but he still had a glare on his face as he stared down at me like a predator warning his prey.

“You didn’t stay either so how is it fair that you can be mad at me, but you weren’t here when I came back?” I glared at him, absolutely pissed that he would switch the blame to me so quickly.

“I left you a note with my number on it and my new address, I couldn’t stay when my whole family was leaving! I was eighteen without a job, how would I live here!?” I tried to push him off, but he just tightened his grip on me.

“There was no note.”

“That might have been my fault.” Our heads whipped to the other man in the room, he had a sheepish grin on his face, but he didn’t look sorry at all as he shrugged and crossed his arms.

“I took it off, didn’t want you to have stalkers back home.” I blinked in disbelief, it was private property so no one would have went there besides Derek's family.

“Peter?”

“In the flesh.” He did a small bow, now my blood was boiling even more. Of course, it was Peter who made sure we never spoke again, he never liked me since I always made Derek talk back to him, I made Derek stand up for himself against him. Rightfully so because he is an asshole.

“But how!? You were burnt and paralysed in the fire! I looked after you and Laura in the hospital for my whole summer!”

“Long story but thanks for that, cupcake.” My grip on Derek’s arms tightened, he took that as a sign that if he didn’t get me out of here that I would try to burn Peter to a crisp myself this time.

“I’m taking you home.” I screeched as he picked me up, something I definitely wasn’t used to. I was well aware that I probably couldn’t walk by myself, the longer I’m awake the more my body aches and pains. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I decide not to protest.

“I hate you sometimes.” I heard a little huff, something he did when he was trying not to smile. Even though I was extremely mad at him right now, his warmth was welcomed. At least that hasn’t changed, he was still my personal heater.

“Just sometimes?” I opened my eyes as one of his hands wrapped around mine, my pain starting to slowly go away. I glanced down, there were black veins on his hand and arm where we were touching, another thing I suddenly remembered seeing before. Once we were outside, he put me in the passenger seat of a car, a car I was assuming was his.

“Derek, please talk to me. Explain this to me.” He sighed, I gave him my best pleading look which made him shake his head before he knelt down next to me.

“I’m a werewolf.”

“Yeah, I guessed.” I cleared my throat, my eyes meeting his. “I saw you before, before that basketball game when we were younger.”

“Before Peter knocked you out, I remember.”

“He is a royal pain in the ass, fucking asshole. But you know I wasn’t scared of you, right? I would have accepted you even back then.” I reached out for his hand and laced our fingers together, squeezing it tightly. His eyes flickered down to our hands, he seemed to be processing the feeling like no one has held his hand since he last saw me.

“I know, you were a weirdo that would have accepted me even if I had two heads.” I laughed at that, a smile growing on my face as I looked at him.

“Yeah, but your ego was enough to deal with.” He rolled his eyes at that, but I could see the smile he was hiding, beneath all the changes that he went through I could still see the old Derek. The person he was before all the pain. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from mine, the playful atmosphere now depleting.

“I wanted to tell you but the last person I told died, and then Kate…”

“Argent?” He nodded, then he began to explain what happened in the last few years. How Paige actually died, that Kate was the one who set fire to his house and killed his family because she was a hunter and that’s why she wanted to date him. He told me about when he came back to Beacon Hills, all the things that happened with a group of high schoolers he met. It was a lot to take in, but I paid attention, I knew he would never lie…well tell a whole fabricated supernatural story because he was never that creative.

“I’m sorry, Derek. I’m so sorry.” I leaned forward, hugging him with my arms wrapped around his neck. I could tell he wasn’t expecting it, he froze for a moment. Usually, I never cry about things but now that I knew the truth, I couldn’t stop the tears. The amount of times Derek could have died or was close to death while I wasn’t with him crashed down on me, I sobbed and hiccupped while holding onto him. That’s when his arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly to his chest as I cried.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, just on the side of the road in his car with his arms around me. The crying had given me a headache but being close to him felt good, being like this again felt good. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Please come home with me, please stay like you used to. I need you…” Another thing that was out of character for me, begging for someone to stay. I don’t know if fear had overcome me from realising there was a whole dangerous world of creatures that could kill me if they weren’t good like Derek, or if I was just scared that if he left me, he would leave again.

“Okay…okay.” His voice was soft, something that only happened when I was extremely upset about something. He got up, tucking me into my seat and putting on my seatbelt. Once he was in the driver’s seat I grabbed his hand again, holding it with both of mine. This time he squeezed my hand, starting the car with his free hand and then driving off.

Later...

When we arrived at my place Derek has decided that I still couldn’t walk on my own, he picked me up from the passenger seat and walked towards my front door. The little act of kindness made me giggle, knowing full well that if I ever asked to be carried again then he would say no.

“Welcome to my humble abode, my bedroom is upstairs.” He nodded, taking a quick look around my house before ascending to the second floor. I had boxes all around, not having unpacked anything besides my bedroom and the kitchen.

“Am I allowed to dress myself or are you going to strip me too?” He grunted, not enjoying my teasing as he put me down on the bed. He walked over to my closet.

“Still sleep in shorts and a tank top?” He barely asked the question before throwing those items at me, I laughed and caught them.

“Yeah, but only when it’s hot. Then again it should be very hot since my personal heater has returned.” He chuckled at this, looking at the wall as I got changed.

“I see you still have some of my sweatpants, I’m borrowing one.” I blushed and looked away as he changed, though I did take a glance as he took off his shirt. He had definitely worked out during the time we were separated and had gotten a tattoo on his back. It was safe to say he was an absolute catch. I shook my head, not believing my thoughts about a man that was my best friend for most of my childhood.

He walked over to me, he had opted to not put a shirt on which I was definitely complaining about.

“Where am I sleeping?” I patted next to me which made him raise an eyebrow, I guess now that we’re older it was a bit weird to share a bed as just friends, but I didn’t care. I had missed sleeping in his arms.

“Don’t question it, I missed you.” He sighed and laid next to me, I didn’t hesitate to crawl into his arms. When I pulled the blanket over us, I felt safe, it was just like when were younger again. Derek was my dream catcher, keeping the nightmares and bad thoughts away. Now being with him kept more than that away, I felt like as long as I was with him the new world, I knew about wasn’t so scary after all. His warmth made me sleepy, my eyes closing as I drifted off.

Just before I fell asleep, I felt his arms tighten around me.

#teen wolf #derek hale #derek hale x reader #teen wolf fluff #teen wolf fanfiction

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Wow Fantasstic Baby

Author's Note: The title is a reference to this song Fantastic Baby - BigBang and was inspired by a post by @ticklishfanart about Tsukishima's milky legs. Warning: This is a tickle fic, so if that's not something you want to see, feel free to ignore this post.

I've read the manga in full twice and own the whole manga set, so I think it's a crime I haven't written for Haikyuu yet. Enjoy this hellhole of a fic that I came up with at work and mostly wrote on the bus to and from work and at work in corners of breakrooms.

Mutuals tag: @otomiya-tickles @italeean @giggly-squiggily @myreygn @ticklygiggles @duckymcdoorknob @jettorii

Tsukishima likes to say that he enjoys massages. Yamaguchi, the bastard, likes to give him back massages during intense study sessions under the guise of trying to put him to sleep.

Additionally, Akiteru refers to him as a stick of bamboo, saying that he needs to learn how to “loosen up” a bit. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he is a stiff person. Since throwing himself into volleyball, his muscles ache all the time, so massages are also welcome to relieve his pain.

And he would like to say he’s enjoying the leg massage that Kuroo had offered to give him, but he’s too busy cackling to pay attention to how nice it feels.

“Really, here?” Kuroo asks while kneading into his calves as Tsukishima debates actually slamming his fists onto the ground. He didn’t even know that calves could be ticklish, let alone garner such a big reaction out of someone.

“Staahahaap,” Tsukishima begs, trying to yank his legs out of Kuroo’s grasp.

He doesn’t need to turn around to know there’s a smirk on the latter’s face. “But this is for your own good.” Kuroo pauses to skitter his fingers from the back of Tsukishima’s knees to just below his butt. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish. Plus, I kind of want to keep tickling you.”

Tsukishima fully smashes his face into his arms to hold back a scream.

And to Tsukishima’s utter, utter horror, Kuroo doesn’t miss his reaction.

“Oh? I always thought you had a nice ass, but I didn’t expect it to be so ticklish,” Kuroo says.

The sound that comes out of Tsukishima at the comment doesn’t sound human. “Damn, your ears sure turn red fast, don’t they?”

“Fuhahuck,” Tsukishima replies, giggling like the rattling sound of a snare drum when Kuroo starts pinching all over his ass. He’s thankful that they’re the only ones in the gym. Maybe personal practice was more useful than he originally thought. “Naaahahat there. Stohohop.”

“Not here?” Kuroo switches to spidering along the bottom of his butt, every once in a while, sneaking a hand to his inner thighs. “You sound so happy though.”

Lies. Straight-up lies. He’s not happy, he’s dying. Here lies Tsukishima Kei. Maybe Yamaguchi will miss him.

“Fine. I’ll move,” Kuroo says, digging into the back of Tsukishima’s quads.

In Tsukishima’s defense, he does not shriek…that loudly.

“Is this a good spot too?”

“Gohoho somewhere else,” Tsukishima pleads, feeling a mostly foreign wetness building in the corner of his eyes.

“Hmm? But I did what you asked…All right, I’ll be nice.”

Tsukishima already starts to regret asking Kuroo to move spots since he’s figured out that begging Kuroo to stop is falling on deaf ears.

“Ass, inner thighs, or hamstrings?” Kuroo asks.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes or yell in frustration, Tsukishima settles on trying to compromise some more. “Thahaat’s not fair. I’ll piihick somewhere else. Ahahanywhere else.”

“Anywhere?” Kuroo hums, “Sorry, but you picked the wrong choice, my dear.”

My dear? Wrong choice, his ass. Tsukishima decides that he will be getting Kuroo back tenfold after this is all over. From what he’s overheard when Hinata babbles, Kenma should be willing to deluge Kuroo’s worst spot or spots.

He hopes it is spots.

The thought of revenge stops at the feeling of fingers scribbling all over the back and inner parts of his thighs and all around his ass. He’d like to think, but it tickles so much that he doesn’t register that the loud sound he hears is coming from him.

“Awww,” Kuroo coos, “Was that a snort I heard? Who knew you could look so pretty underneath that constant frown, especially in those cute little shorts.”

Tsukishima curses the volleyball shorts they have to wear. Right now, he’s wishing that they were just a tad longer. The electric feeling shooting up and down his legs leave him paralyzed.

Even if he wanted to pull them away, the thought of doing so is almost physically painful, so he can only lay there and laugh until he can feel tears dripping down his face. He doesn’t bother begging or pleading and just sticks to crying.

Part of him thinks laughing so hard for so long feels nice because he hasn’t laughed that much since middle school. Sometimes he finds himself chuckling when Yamaguchi makes funny faces when he’s thinking or snickering every time he looks at Kuroo’s bed hair and when Kuroo smirks at his opponents from across the net. Maybe he even laughs when he sees Kuroo messing around with Bokuto and Akaashi.

Oh.

Well, shit. Tsukishima figures that laughing and maybe tickling is okay with Kuroo and Yamaguchi. But only them. 

When he's tickled by Yamaguchi it reminds him of being a kid, before everything that happened to Akiteru. Okay, he might consider being tickled by his brother in the future. In all his pessimism and cynicism there's hope in there somewhere. That bright-eyed kid is still a part of him. 

With Kuroo, he finds himself melting. It's warm and sends clouds of floating, fuzzy sensations to fill his head and heart. 

Home. The feeling of home he decides. 

Kuroo's dexterous fingers are both torturous and comforting. It takes nearly every ounce of willpower in him not to beg for more instead. 

…What is wrong with him? Beg for more?

There are a couple of spots on Tsukishima’s butt that have him shrieking. It’s a high-pitched sound, reminding him of a younger, more innocent him. And, yeah, nope. He can forget about thinking again.

“I think I like this spot,” Kuroo says, pinching and wiggling his fingers in Tsukishima’s inner thighs.

Tsukishima slams his legs shut and traps Kuroo’s fingers in between them. He cackles even harder than when Kuroo was tickling his calves when this ordeal first started. “I dohohon’t,” he babbles.

“Look at you.” Tsukishima can hear the mock sympathy and slight pout in Kuroo’s voice. “Is someone too weak to handle a little tickling? Poor thing, taken down by a couple of fingers.”

He wants to push Kuroo’s hands away, but he settles on covering his face instead, not bothering to wipe the fresh set of tears out of his eyes.

“That cute face of yours is so red right now. It’s very pretty looking.”

His face heats up more at the comment. Besides volleyball, he’s not the kind of person who goes outside. Although he knows it might be nicer to study in a park or outside a café, he prefers the comfort of AC in his room or in a library. He feels pretty. So pretty. He’s been approached by girls or, more or less, Yamaguchi has been approached by girls, saying how handsome he is.

But for some reason, when Kuroo says it, it hits so much harder.

Tsukishima is ripped out of his thoughts by fingers dancing on his hamstrings midway down his thighs. More high-pitched giggles spill out of him as he grows weaker and weaker by the second.

After a few rounds of Kuroo dashing from each spot and sneaking a couple of swipes up his feet that leave him flinching despite feeling like putty, small hiccups break through his laughter which has almost gone silent.

The tickling stops almost immediately. Tsukishima takes the chance to roll over and somewhat flop on the ground with all the grace of a beached whale. Gasping for much-needed air, he shuts his eyes until the moisture dries from his face and his breathing evens.

Although he's flushed and tired, there's this buzzing feeling in his head. He's washed in a glow that spreads from his heart to the rest of his body. A small smile graces his features.

It's softer than normal. Different from the smirk he wears during volleyball matches or the bored one that stays on his face during classes.

"So…" Kuroo starts, breaking the silence, "Since I've gotten a chance to touch that ass, can I have a chance to have all of you?"

A snort bubbles out of Tsukishima's nose, which turns into another laughing fit. 

Kuroo wives his left hand in front of Tsukishima's face. "Still feeling ticklish there, giggly?"

"That was awful. If the rest of your pickup lines are that terrible, I can't imagine the rest of you." Kuroo’s smile wobbles a bit. "But luckily for me, my brother's advice to loosen up and make more bad decisions has grown on me, so I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Tsukishima chuckles once more when Kuroo feigns to punch him in the chest. "Y-you aren't allowed to scare me like that," Kuroo replies, helping Tsukishima sit up.  

A soft smile works its way onto Tsukishima’s face as he says, "Well, I guess you're just going to have to get used to me getting you back for teasing me all the time."

Kuroo only smirks at him, and Tsukishima has to resist the urge to kiss Kuroo silly.

Wait what?

"Oh Kenma," Tsukishima sings, snickering when Kuroo’s face morphs into a mortified expression. 

He starts full-on laughing when Kuroo bolts out the gym door with a see you later that ends in a note that rises at the end in a pleasant high-pitched tone. Tsukishima wants to hear the sound again once he gets his revenge. 

#tickle fic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #tsukishima kei #kuroo tetsuro #jin's fics #jin writes #kurotsukki

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Hey! I just read "REUNITED - SHERLOCK HOLMES X READER" and I loved it a lot, and I know you already made a version for Albert, but even so, could you write a version with Will, with a lot of angst, but happy ending, please? (feel free to ignore and sorry for my english)

YOURS TRULY - WILLIAM MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : this is clearly set after the two-year timeskip, accusations of infidelity, one mention of sex, this is not proofread, reader identifies as a female!

Genre : angst to fluff

Word count : 2.1K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! To be entirely honest, I had little inspiration writing this, because I’ve never written the same scenario twice. It feels pretty much identical to the Sherlock one, frankly 🫣 I went along with the reader being female since you wanted it to be the same as the previous pieces. Hopefully you’ll like it, even if I feel like it wasn’t my best piece! 💗

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William had long perfected the art of faux politeness. It was a necessary skill to have, especially when you lived among the cruelest, most disdainful category of society. Walking amidst leeches meant that you had to sharpen your blades to survive the vipers’ nest.

Though he had to admit, he’d never once thought there’d come a day he’d have to wield that weapon against the woman he’d once claimed to have been his everything; the woman he once knew. He doubted he’d ever known much about her, if the scene he’d walked in on was much of an indicator.

There she was, as angelically beautiful as ever, her eyes bright with unadulterated joy, and her skin positively glowing with health and happiness. However, William didn’t know what stunned him more; the sight of his younger brother sitting far too close to her for comfort and with a smile he’d never seen before on his face, or the babbling baby girl perched on her lap, with eyes that almost exactly mirrored his.

Or, as this case would clearly have it, Louis’ crimson eyes.

“I see you’ve both been faring well, brother.” William could feel his lips pulling into a small smile. “Mrs. Moriarty.”

Startled from their little bubble, all three of their persons turned their attention to him. Shocked eyes met his, along with a pair that seemed more curious than anything.

“Brother…”

“Liam!”

“Of course, it must be a little confusing for the little one to see someone identical to her father.” A small chuckle escaped him, though he knew it tasted more bitter than anything on his tongue. “She’s just learning about object permanence, isn’t she?”

Louis had already practically jumped up from the couch, a turbulent mix of emotions in his eyes, the most prominent one being pure relief.

“William! You’re finally back,” he softly said, and despite all the sour feelings swelling within his chest, William could tell that his brother was truly feeling happier than he could ever express. “We’ve been waiting to—“

William politely waved him off, setting his hat and cane down on the hanger to the side. He had to rein in his emotions as best as he could, but he was having severe difficulties trying to feign normalcy. The awkwardness that came with his stiff movements was something he couldn’t help. Yes, this was his brother and his beloved, but clearly the circumstances had changed.

“Not to worry. News has reached every corner within nobility and commoners alike.” His gaze softened as he regarded them both for a few beats, lingering on the little girl who was now currently making adorable grabby hands at him, a toothy smile on her face. “I’m just glad you’re both happy.”

And despite the longing stabbing him in the chest over and over, that statement rang true. No one in the world deserved happiness more than his younger brother and the woman he’d once so-hopefully called his; hope that had quickly shattered upon entering this room.

She, however, seemed to be frowning a little at his previous words. Had she thought them insincere? Perhaps he was brimming with jealousy at the thought of Louis’ armed wrapped around her, but he could push that thought aside as easily as it came. Had they not been patient enough with him over the years? Had they not loved him more than anyone else ever would? Perhaps it was time for them to turn that love to each other during his absence. William could only hope they’d found peace and warmth in each other’s presence amidst the heartbreak he’d dealt them both with his disappearance.

It was selfish of him to hope that either of them would wait in solitude. No; he mustn’t want for too much. He was alive, and so were they. Greed would never do him any good. It would only take and take in reciprocation.

When she spoke up, her tone was careful and controlled. “I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding, Liam. What the ‘Ton believes is entirely different than what truly is, as you know is typical of word of mouth.”

“My dear, do not try to spare my feelings.” He sympathetically smiled at her, knowing that she was more than likely simply searching for a white lie to avoid hurting his feelings—which had, in all honesty, long been hurt since he’d walked in on that domestic scene. “As my sister in law, it would be—“

“I’m taking her inside.” His ex-lover’s voice was hard, her expression unreadable as she got up from her seat. Though her daughter fussed a little, she clung to her robes tightly as she carried her away. Silence blanketed the sitting room for a few moments, before it was interrupted.

“Really, how low do you think I would stoop, William?” Louis’ hand clutched at his, a faint undertone of hurt lacing his words as his eyebrows furrowed. For a moment, William was struck with how much older Louis suddenly seemed, though only two years had passed. “You would truly think I would dare to betray your trust?”

William sighed, knowing how Louis had never once allowed himself to act selfishly. He deserved this much. “It would be childish of me to think you owed me anything in that regard. Her especially.” His voice grew quieter, as his heart beat faster. “Our world would not be kind to a supposed-widow. Once her mourning period is over, it’s well within her right to appear in front of them with a new husband. I fail to see why it should upset me that it would be you, someone she possibly already had feelings for.”

“Do not pretend that the very idea doesn’t torture you, brother,” Louis scowled deeper, “And do not think for a moment that I would do anything of the sort when I had full faith in your return.”

Nauseating thoughts filled his mind. To hope was futile; no matter how much his younger brother reassured him, William failed to see how they could possibly end up in this situation otherwise. And in all cases, he knew for a fact that he wasn’t exactly the spitting image of a good lover.

He’d been a liar and about as honest as a regular fibber, and had kept his entire identity a secret—a secret he’d bestowed upon Louis to reveal to her eventually. There wasn’t anything wrong with her being horrified by his actions and turning to his brother instead.

Though there was everything wrong with that, his heart seemed to say, as it clamored for an explanation; for a way to somehow prove that she wasn’t disgusted by his very existence. It secretly hoped that he could still have a home to come back to.

“The girl,” came her voice from behind him, before he could search for a reply, “She’s as yours as she is mine.”

William swallowed thickly, hammering in his chest growing deafeningly loud in his ears. “That would make no sense.”

“We’d consummated our marriage roughly a week before you left.” She walked up to him, the perfect image of refined grace as she proudly carried herself in the same manner he’d once fallen head over heels for, against all odds. “A mere month or two later, Louis had a physician provided to me in our house after a particularly nasty bout of sickness. It was only then that I found out that I was with child.” She paused, giving him a meaningful look. “Yours.”

The urge to run briefly flashed through his mind. Not unlike a cornered animal, the pressure of being so unsure and confused had him wanting to flee. But what would he achieve then? Leaving more heartbreak in his wake?

Louis was quick to step into his field as vision, as though knowing what was going through his mind—and he probably did; after all, there hadn’t been a person in the world that knew him better than his younger brother did.

“You’ve said it yourself. Nobility has never been welcoming towards widowed ladies, and especially not those with orphaned children. The right thing to do was to step up.” Before William could interject, Louis was quick to clarify. “As an uncle. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He shifted his gaze back to the woman who still commandeered his attention every time she stood in front of him. “But still, perhaps as a husband as well—“

“I’ve waited two years for the man I love. I will not have you erase that within ten minutes of having doubts.” She snapped, her eyes steely as she folded her arms across her chest, “Your brother has always been a huge help, but I’ve only ever been faithful to one man, and that is you. Quit spouting nonsense.”

To anyone else, that might have sounded cruel, but to the man who’d known her like the back of his hand for nearly half a decade, it was anything but. A shudder left him, as the gravity of her words settled.

How could he allow himself to relax and to believe in this, when he’d only ever been dealt the worst cards? Fate had many a time betrayed him by sending him down godless paths, so how was he to believe that some sort of miracle had her still harboring affectionate feelings towards him?

“I have never approached her with any ill intentions.” Louis nodded, confirming her words, squeezing his wrist in what seemed to be an attempt at reassurance. “To me, she will always be my sister in law, who mothered my sweet niece. To you, she would always remain a most faithful and beloved wife.”

He lingered for a moment, glancing between the two whose love story had once been left interrupted, clearly searching for something. Whatever it was, he probably found, as he hesitated for a beat before walking off in the general direction where his (apparently) niece had been put to bed, leaving the two of them alone.

Something wavered inside of William, and she might have noticed the inner conflict within him, as she seemed to soften a little, her stance relaxing just a bit. Uncrossing her arms, she took a tentative step forwards, arm extending right in front of him. “Not a day I’ve taken your ring off.”

He inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of the simple band on her finger. It was just as he’d remembered it. Had he truly been so irrational and out of his mind to have not noticed it from the start? Did his emotions truly have complete control over him in such a shameful way?

“That was never a ring befitting your status and value to me. It wasn’t supposed to be anything but a placeholder until things settled down enough and I could buy you a ring worth far more.”

“It never mattered as long as I was your wife. It was all I’d ever wanted.” Her lips quirked up in a small smile as she took another cautious step towards him. “Our daughter was nothing but a beautiful surprise. She was the reason why I pulled myself together, despite having every reason not to.”

Guilt bubbled inside his chest, like a pot threatening to boil over. It was all his fault; he’d been the one to leave the house in shambles. He’d been the one to forgo his life in a vain attempt at retribution that would never be realized. He’d been the one to leave her, alone to raise a child that he’d never anticipated, and would’ve been wronged by being brought up in such circumstances had his brother not stepped up in his stead. He’d left her with no reassurances of his love or his return, and no guarantees for himself either.

“Liam,” she spoke softly, her palms reaching up to oh-so-gently cradle his cheeks, thumbs swiping at the wetness he hadn’t noticed under his cheeks. She let her fingers deftly touch his eyepatch; an almost-reverent act of recognition. She still—as she always had done—saw him, as he was. Her smile was every bit as wickedly enchanting as he’d remembered it to be. “My love.”

He couldn’t recognize the croak that spilled from his lips as his own voice. “Yes?”

“Welcome back home.”

A small, strangled gasp escaped him, and his eyesight clouded over with the tears that he’d waited for so long to be able to shed freely. Held so lovingly and looked at with so much devotion, William couldn’t seem to stop himself from crying. It took all the strength he could muster to whisper back.

“I’m home.”

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[stylezxsilvermoon]

the secret charm: chapter three: palace law

❝oh, carolina creeks running through my veins, lost, I was born; lonesome, I came lonesome I'll always stay carolina knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, carolina knows❞

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CHAPTER THREE: PALACE LAW

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Louis

The first night in the castle was daunting to say the least, if I didn't know better, I'd say that the Styles' main castle was haunted in the presence of an enemy attempting to sleep soundly inside of their walls. Like there were guarded knights in metal clad armor who came alive at the scent of my blood, at the waft of my air, the caution of the eerie feeling that hangs in the air, and the surface pressure in my lungs.

At least, at first that was what I was trying to do. Initially I intended to render myself unconscious to make the hours in this horrid place speed by like seconds, and then I began to get restless. My mind began playing tricks on me, first it was the maids whispering about my appearance in the castle, and then it was worrying if the lamps would flicker out, but could I be fearful?! Here?! I, Louis William Tomlinson of Lorxix could not be fearful of some old rickety castle past it's prime... but then I heard a knock at the door.

And at first, my eyes squinted, because who in the Elles' kingdom would want to see me? Surely to attempt to kill me in my sleep to hush the rumors like a raging candles light, and swiftly blow it out before it had the chance to spread and burn someone. But, then again, why would they knock? That was an odd and brimming question that was swimming around my brain. But no, this presence, this lingering was all too candescent for my liking, all too warm and welcoming despite the cold, odd gesture.

"Well, are you going to let me in you old chap or have you gone half mad in there already?" I suddenly hear an oddly familiar voice struck through my ears, filled with ambiguity and fanciful pronunciation of the t's and the r's. I could know that voice from anywhere, and it was only one pick in the handful of times I've heard it in my life. Or... at least of what I remember.

Harry

"If anyone have gone half mad it would be you a half madness ago, and who's to know how long ago that was." I deadpan and challenge as I hear Harry's posh grunt and a key turn in the door as I look around puzzlingly. How is that door opening? Has the devil finally come to collect his dues for war crimes? EEK. And with that I would hide under the covers a little, for my love for charging into battle with swords drawn and tiny hidden dagger's at my side. Then after I realized he must've had a universal key to all the rooms, which made me even more concerned. But for the moment, I decided to ignore it.

"I'll pretend for your sake your impure mouth didn't speak dirt on my name just then." He says as if I'm supposed to breathe a sigh of relief at his decision to get me off the hook. I don't respond at first, and my hatred for him blinds my mouth from saying anything further, then he begins to speak up again:

"Look Louis, this year is the first and last year you'll be attending our school, so try not to royally make a fool of yourself, okay? I'm putting up with you because of my godforsaken mother listens to the babble Queen Jay is spitting." He says formally, staring down at me with the upmost imperialness I've ever seen concentrated in a single second of time, it was almost shocking he could muster it all at once, out of all people.

"I won't be messing up anything, you're the one who brings ruin to everything you touch don't you? Your bloodline is quite famous for that." I smirk, and I look down on him as if he's dirt from my perched spot on the bed.

"Not another word." He remarks casually, letting my words roll off of his back like cool, calming water. Instead of the scalding and hurtful intention they truly were.

"I'm serious Harry, one wrong move and the year isn't the only thing that'll be rolling, get it?" I remark harshly, I quickly jut closer to him so he can see the malice in my eyes, and the lack of fear.

I squint and wait for his response, but his cool eyes don't betray a single thought, making him look emptyheaded, what a fool. They stay hardened like a stone, immobile and ever permanent as they stare back at me dead cold and empty...most likely from the haunted souls of the deceased from his family bloodline, I retort silently. Not a single jut of remorse in those eyes, just as I'd suspected, cold as a viper and as deadly as one too.

It was a knowing feeling, but cold all at once to have him staring back at me, I was haunted by this feeling, and I couldn't stand it, the descendants of my father's murderer was standing right in front of me, I couldn't stand it.

So, I lied.

The amber-colored lights of the lamps at the bedside made the whole room look like it was flickering with candlelight. And just like fire, he roared with the surplus of oxygen around us, neither of us drawing a single breath. Speechless, needless, and likely to kill each other at the single drop of a pin. But no pin ever dared to drop, no door ever dared to squeak, no one was brave enough to interrupt the silence, so we filled it with violence.

I had no idea what he was thinking as he stood there at the bedside, in his regal wear...that I begin to drink in to ease the old ache of anger in my bones. He was wearing a crisp button-up white shirt, with black slack-looking pants, I thought he'd look utterly ridiculous, nice, but utterly ridiculous.

A crown was perched atop his head, wrapped around a tuft of curls on his head like a snake slithering in a forest. The crown wrapped into his head like it had grown out of it, like it was a snake snug perfectly into a nestle of leaves, like...if I were to tug on it his hair would envelop around my hands and seize it from my grasp. It was made of gold, sapphires, and pearls, while mine was adorned with gold, rubies and emeralds. Both of these jewels and extensive pieces stood for something, the cool shades of sapphire stood for the cooling waters of Elles, and the rubies, a raging fire of our abhor of Elles royalty, the Styles'.

And yet, here I was, like a fool, not unsheathing my sword and striking him down right here, I hesitated, and that was very unlike me. Perhaps it was to remain quiet, not to cause a stir or a fuss. Or maybe, his blood would beautifully stain the pristine sheets made of cotton and silk...no doubt it would become infused and be born anew, a crimson like color born from violence. To suspicious, too cunning, to soon.

A few more moments of silence passed, and what was a couple minutes felt like eternity, he finally gave up a reply. "Anyway..." He continues, drawling out that single word slowly as if nothing had transpired a couple minutes ago, I saw his face shift again... it was a horrifying sight, seeing his façade shift and persona's appear out of what seemed thin air. A showman one, the other, an arrogant prince that needed a proper lashing, then, a boy with a soft expression and eyes softer than pure satin. Calculating and cold, the boy who held all the cards... though none could tear my eyes away from this Shakespearean-like tragedy.

A battle was happening, without troops, swords, guns, and bloodshed. A battle between light and dark, and it was happening behind his eyes...and I would be the one to watch it all burn.

"Class starts tomorrow at 9 sharp, be there or be square." He snarls "My mother will be making an appearance at Ethelle today, so make sure you're on best behavior, kiss her hand and say cheerio and pip-pip, your battle is with me, not her." He says as his eyes almost take on a battle stance, hardening my gaze, fortifying it tougher than steel.

"It's all the same to me." I replied nonchalantly, and my reply was truer than sin, any Styles' was an enemy of mine. No matter the appearance or title.

"It is not all the same, she is the Queen of the country you are laying your head in, you will treat her with respect, or I will have your head early." Harry spits maliciously, he dips carefully onto the bed, invading the bubble of space I had built around myself, popping it sharply with his words. He leans over close to me, close enough to kill as my breath hitches and my eyes turn into mere slits.

"You really don't know who you're talking to do you?" He smiles in an almost... flirtatious manner? But nonetheless, it was definitely not genuine. As his gaze darkens, his smile drops almost instantly after it was shown. His pearly- straight teeth gleam and shine even in the low light, so perfect it could almost make me purge my stomach with disgust.

I don't answer because what else is there to say to a fool like him? But this apparently angers him, to my surprise.

"Say 'Yes sir' and I'll be on my way." Harry says, clearly looking for a show of respect and successfully getting the upper hand on me.

"No." I laugh, because why would I do that?

"Show me you understand what the hell I'm saying, you swine." He sighs impatiently.

"I understand." I spit furiously, because saying that is an embarrassment in itself, he's treating me like I'm an illiterate monkey, what do I expect from someone as lowly as his class? The Styles, always the showman, always the egoistical bastard with a golden crown on their head and blood bathed money in their pockets.

"Good..." he says condescendingly "See you tomorrow, classmate." He remarks as he stands up from the bed with a sheen of reborn vengeance in his veins and cruelty in his heart. But as he left...his arrogance wafted in the room for several moments like a rich suffocating perfume as if it was attempting to mask a separate scent that was absolutely awful. The next year was about to get interesting, excruciating, but interesting.

As I attempt to settle back into bed after the rude interruption, I scoff and ruffle the covers much like a disturbed peacock. Who was he to think he could fool me? Charming, then threatening the next! If only he'd known the seething hate I had for him went beyond a rivalry.... or something as superficial as whose was on who's soil or 'home turf'. No, no Harry...the qualms head deep within my rooted sense of identity and everything I held dear was against what your people stood for, power. And...with luck, I can take every ounce of power you have, even if I have to do it with my bare hands.

Dorothea

I sat in the 'Prince's palace' area of the castle, a place in the castle ludicrously decorated with everything that screamed wealthy and powerful, real leather, red velvet, gold, diamonds, the whole shebang. It was a place that Harry spent most of his time in while inside of the castle...it was like his own private corridor of the castle, and because he was the prince, he craved.... itched and hoped for ownership of the complete and whole castle one day.

I sigh with wishful eyes as I hear his unmistakable leather court shoes tap against the marble floors like the bangs of symbol's.

*Click, click, *

He comes charging down the hallway with purpose, lunging the heavy doors open with a small grunt, as they were heavy ancient oakwood doors, still preserved from when the castle was first built. He looks to me splayed on the bed and smirks smally, as not to betray what he's really thinking, even though he was a hard person to read anyway. His grip releases on the door as it shuts with a loud BANG, leaving me trapped in with him, and wide range of mixed and muddled emotions.

"What's the matter?" I finally asked, after a beat of silence as passed, waiting out a storm I didn't know existed yet.

"Nothing's the matter Dolly, darling." He sighs, already reaching for the lighter, flickering it, once, twice, then three times, signaling he wants a cigarette out of the nightstand drawer. I roll my eyes at his obvious lie but slowly open the drawer, anyway, reaching for the cigarettes wrapped in gold and red foil as I hand one to him.

"Who is Louis Tomlinson?" He laughs as he lights the cigarette "Oh, I know, the biggest fool on earth" he laughs crudely as the cigarette smoke expels from his mouth and nostrils like a wildfire's start.

"Actually, the prince of Lorxix." I correct "You really can't hate him forever Har." I say in a reasonable voice.

"Oh?" he laughs "Watch me." He says confidently as he effectively sucks the life from the cigarette, clearly stressed, trying to get the nicotine to sooth him and cocoon his anger with validation and relaxation. But...maybe he realized he'd need more than the nicotine to do that.

I don't reply, staring as he runs a ragged hand through his hair and sits on the bed and begins to remove his shoes, signaling he's settling in for the night.

"He thinks me a lowlife offspring of a cheater and a traitor," he spits, half upset, and half amused all at once. "what else am I to feel for him?" he finishes.

"I suppose your right..." I say, finally giving him the answer he wanted, the satisfaction. But all of that was an awful long time ago, and still, I have a feeling the twisted roots of ivy have sprung too far into the bloodline now to stop that unbearable itch of anger and betrayal. And, with some sprinkles of calamity mixed in, it may never cease. Regardless of how I want it to. The truth stung like a cut to the heart, it was true enough that a bloodthirsty, bitter, petty prince is no prince at all. But, rather a disaster ridden king is to come forth out of the shadows by the time the clock strikes midnight on the beginning of a cold February day.

"Exactly." Harry agrees firmly as he stands and finishes his cigarette, smirking as he does so. I suppose in his mind the rage and animosity between them was a long burning flame that was essentially everlasting after all the events. One little change could be the key to everything or set everything afire tenfold. I could only hope it wouldn't be the latter.

Because, with the anger of an undefeated all-powerful bloodline came the opportunity for further bloodshed, and reckless, fury coated decisions that could end in warfare. And with a reckless, revenge-hungry prince, came an arrogant, thought-to-be untouchable prince that had no idea of the rage of the underdog, and how deep it could sear.

And so, with the fire of decades of unharmonious ancestry behind them, a high-staked year of prestigious snubs and rivalries was sure to divide the entire charm school. And with a bit of bad luck, the entire country of Elles.

Though, despite it all, I saw beauty in the malice, warmth in the anger. Like fire, it only came alive when it wanted to, when he wanted it to. It was a controllable part of any human emotion, but could easily be lead astray given the situation, I could only hope it would stay that way. But with the reigns of anger being able to manipulate like a horse's reigns, it was only a matter of time before someone stepped in and misguided the reigns, right over a cliff of his own destruction.

And whether it be him, or the pressure of the upcoming coronation, it was a race against time to see what would tear him apart first. What flame would burn faster along the explosive line leading to his own personal brand of dynamite.

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Louis

The feel of the Ethelle charm school uniform against my skin felt almost deadly.

A feeling of ownership, of sickening belonging washed over me, like I had belonged to this country, and it made me want to tear my own skin off. It branded me, seared into my skin like an everlasting mark of shame I was forced to wear. The navy-blue suit material felt strangely warm against my skin, like an expensive pair of chains, high-end, but still chains.

Nonetheless, I fixed myself up in the mirror, looking incredulously dangerous, like an uncalibrated storm of unknown intensity. And only I knew what was raging underneath. The idea of being the only one to know this rage, to know this burning hate for a bloodline scorned me, ate up all of my insides like they were coated in kerosine, sabotaged by my own anger to be burned alive from the inside.

What a life, I remarked.

Like an honored lamb heading for slaughter, I put on all my tassels, all my gold bands and cufflinks, looking suspiciously interested yet ever bored all at once. What a mix of wonders, as well as horrors, I thought.

At this school, everyone wore separate colors on their uniforms, to identify what country they were from in the surrounding areas, as mine was a burning crimson red and a cool jaded green, a little patch of Velcro on a spot just above my heart where it would go.

Impatiently I picked it up and smoothed it on, smiling a bit, now I was a true Lorxian, and everyone would know so. Before I could run a comb through my hair and gel it up, a strange figure appeared behind me, a feminine one far in the background, what was she doing in the Styles' castle? Was she one of them?

"You must be Prince Louis." She says once she gets closer in earshot distance, her voice soft yet strong and powerful, she was dressed in a uniform like mine, with a suit jacket slightly smaller and shorter, to match her size. A crisp white button-up underneath, peeking out between her barely buttoned jacket, and a pleated navy-blue skirt that barely touched her knees. A schoolgirl, I thought to myself, then my eyes gazed up to her head, nestled in her wavy auburn hair was a crown, a royal. But, to my surprise...one from Direnia? Her crown sparkled with cream-colored pearls and flame-inspired ruby jewels.... a Direnian princess, an ally of Lorixix, this could be interesting, I smiled softly at her.

My look of confusion at her presence disappeared and turned into a soft look of acknowledgement as I nodded. "Indeed, you are correct...and you yourself are a Princess? Of Direnia, am I correct? If of course you haven't changed your colors." I remark, my sentence ending with a twinge of malice, testing the waters to see if she was truly on my side, or otherwise.

In the world of royalty there were two sides, enemy and royalty, and you had to pick one quickly, no one had time for a middle-grounder. But as much as I despised these 'rules' of royalty, playing the game could be essential, especially in Elles, a land of cruelty, hierarchy and childish games that could turn into feats of terror in an instant if you weren't careful.

"I see you are as hesitant as your bloodline is known for." She remarks and nods with a small laugh "That really is...a nasty habit, you must get rid of it if you want to survive this year." She says, her tone sweet but underlined with malice.

To my surprise, she steps forward and ties my tie for me, tucking it in a quick and expert fashion into my suit jacket as I look at her with wide eyes, what kind of game was she playing?

"Hm, I suppose it is, isn't it? No room for hesitation in a world such as this, princess." I nod as she steps away and admires her work and nods curtly.

"Dorothea," She says firmly outreaching her hand to meet mine, as she shakes it...it feels strange... her soft silk glove gracing my bare hand felt like a sin, somehow.

"But most people call me Dolly, if you are in my inner circle." She smiles in a kind manner, but with mystery hidden within glassy, brown reflective eyes.

"Louis, and most people call me...Louis." I laugh softly as my blue icy eyes gaze into hers, she's the first person to make me laugh with her kindness all day, what a lovely girl.

What a lovely girl, was what I was going to say before the single most snake-like person on god's green earth slithered up behind her and wrapped an arm around her slender waist. Not daring to look up at me before looking down at her with a soft smile and lifting their head to meet my eyes with a scowl.

Harry.

"Why, hello..." he purred, his voice oozing with the satisfaction of catching me off guard. Much like a sneaky cat bagging a delicious treat unexpectedly.

"Hi." I reply, my voice and tone, dry as a bone. I let out an exasperated sigh of boredom as I continued to stand there, waiting for him to go on his monologue of doom. My jaw ticked as we stood for several seconds, each one beating weakly like a dying heart.

"I see you've met my doll." He smiles in a loving way at her, but it looks to be fake, but who could tell with someone like him? My ears perked up at the sound of the word 'doll' rolling off of his tongue like melted caramel. Oh-ho, she was a doll alright, at least to him, at least what it looked like.

To him, we were all dolls in this grand scheme, his grand dollhouse, his chess pieces, but someone had to be the hand who abruptly closed the book on this freak show. And, with luck, that person would be me.

"Hm, yes, apparently I have." I remark, my eyes boring into his like daggers "Is she your betrothed or simply your adorée?" I ask, my eyes flicking between the two of them, trying to figure out what type of connection this was, and how it compared to the grand scheme of things.

"Betrothed, and soon to be Queen, hm?" He says, the last bit of the sentence turning to her and rubbing her shoulder in a coaxing way, trying to get her words to jump out of her throat much like a ringmaster coached a tiger to jump through a flaming hoop.

Words were dangerous in the games of royalty; your tongue is a lash between life or death. Choose carefully.

"Yes, Queen soon." She nodded, quickly throwing away the air of a scared princess in the hands of an all-powerful king who held all the strings. And more of a future Queen with an iron grip on a cruel prince's heart, fading in and out like the soft murmur of a deadly animal's slumber.

And that was exactly what this was. An ancient sleeping, terrifying animal was amongst us, and it was about to awake as soon as this school year started. The autumn days, hot and muggy began to bleed into a scarlet and burnt orange colored flurry.

Louis

During the days of reminiscence and terror dreams, nothing was worse than this.

My eyes darted around my surroundings for anything to coat my throat from the demons threatening to claw and crawl their way up. And indefinitely make me say something I would regret. Dorothea, Harry, and I were being carried to the infamous Ethelle Charm School for the first full day of classes.

And in all the chaos, it felt like I was nothing more than a ghost being lifted to whatever doom my soul was cursed to. Like an eternal rapture of torture and torment. Only, to be endured by the one who had the key to end it all.

No, I was the key.

We both were.

"Remember, everyone's watching...so eyes sharp like a cat, alright?" Harry warns as Dorothea gives an affirmative nod, already familiar, while I was as confused as a moon was with daylight.

The carriage we were being carried in stopped at a halt ever so gently as crowds of the world's finest young royals filled the seats of some sort of outdoor court. I scoffed at the sight of it, already dreading becoming one with the crowd of zombies with jewels and crowns.

As the door shielding us from the beast that was the puppet strings was pulled open, my eyes became sharp, not because of Harry's instruction, but because of my rage. We exit the carriage carefully and cautiously, like a knife dragged across skin. Careful not to break the barrier but daring enough to tease and test our limits.

As soon as the rabid beast that was the school body laid eyes on me, whispers erupted. As expected, I keep my head held high and my eyes looking presumptively interested and charmingly bored, gazing as a dull knife, but a knife still the same.

Suddenly, however, guards gilded in cream and golden suits guide the three of us towards some sort of stage with a microphone. Preform, pretty doll. I mutter under my breath with a small smirk to no one but myself.

The cuffs and gilded decorations of honor weigh heavily on my wrists and arms like prison chains. And its almost as if I can picture it, after all, that's what it feels like. So, what's the matter if it isn't really there? If I am not more than a war trophy? A martyr of the gods sweet revenge?

Then what am I to be?

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Some time later, Harry makes his speech about what is to be done, what allies his country has. And the importance of this year.

"People of Elles," He begins, his slow, methodic talking and deep voice demands attention. And somehow, amplified by the speakers seems to rumble the stage just a bit to make me dig my heels into the ground.

It seems like the monster has truly awoken, this time. It rears its ugly head with every word spoken and every syllable formed into digestible words. All of it, every single word sounding like a long march of calculation and catastrophic plans.

"I am your prince, and I am to be your King." He speaks, his eyes glowing like a panther, hungry with bloodlust.

"However, students at Ethelle Charm School, this year is to be of utmost importance, I will be crowned King on the eve of June, and the summer equinox. As well as Princess Dorothea Coleman." He says, with a slight smile forming on his face, but it isn't genuine in the slightest.

With his eyes he claims her, under some sort of legitimacy, whether it be of a lover or as a so-called superior over her. Regardless, she smiles brightly at him, although smartly not reaching forward to touch him at all. Perhaps she is scared of scalding her hand on the flame of his vile nature.

"Enough of my speech," he laughs slightly, albeit darkly. "Now, your Queen." he says humbly as his mother the Queen Serpent I repeat in my head.

"Thank you, my son." She smiles, snipping her words quickly into a sort of poisonous salad, manipulating them into whatever form she desires.

"Although, this year, we welcome Prince Louis William Tomlinson, heir to the Lorixian throne, and son of his late father, King Adrien Sky Tomlinson." She smiles falsely as she speaks my dead father's name. And I would swear of it, it makes me twitch and stir, as if his soul had been disturbed. Or called to somehow within me, within my rage.

And maybe, his spirit is the true embodiment of my rage, perhaps. Nonetheless, on cue I step forward in front of the podium, looking over the daunting crowd of students. But, in the autumn haze of the midday light, it looks like a bath of swirling gems, jewels, and haunting eyes.

The next words I speak sound like a deathly promise, one to be taken to the grave. One that will die with me as well as my country if I make one wrong move. Or, one wrong sword strike, I add. The words force up my throat, like a wretch of my breakfast combined with the knot of my intestines that is surely to be formed already. Violently, without doubt, a consequence, my consequence. Courtesy of all the fear and rage that intensified with every step and every breath drawn.

"Country of Elles, Styles' dynasty, liege to the crown, I am with you. I am your ally." I say as I gulp quickly at the end of my sentence, and I curse under my breath that these are the words that I must speak. My father's killer, as cold as frost and as dead as the falling bark from the trees. His descendant, as cold as his dead body, and as false as sin, standing right in front of me. It takes everything in me not to react in some way, whether it be retching, crying, screaming, or throwing a dagger.

God, as true as it is your right, strike me down where I stand.

author's note: wow, I'm speechless at that ending, what did you guys think? Also, I'm literally so out of practice at authors notes I don't even know what to say! But ... . what do you guys is to come for the future of Elles? For Louis, or for Dorothea and Harry?

(ALSO HOLY SHIT WHY WAS THIS CHAPTER SO LONG?! i deadass started writing and i was like "imma end at 4K and then ALMOST 1K LATER?! and now its nearly at 5k goodbye lol 😭)

Overall so far, how do we like Dorothea's character? I feel like I really like her character so far, I mean ... so far at least *evil laugh from behind computer*

Regardless though, I really hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, because I REALLY love writing, like holy oml so much, comment your theories (if you'd like) of what you think will happen next + your hopes for the next part of the story!

BY THE WAY! 

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[its-me-jessi]

I Wish I Were Her PT 5

Pairing: Hvitserk X Reader

Summary: The conversation with Ivar develops in a completely different direction and the evening takes an unexpected turn.

Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Back in my car, I let any feelings, thoughts and impressions run free. I had already wondered why the conversation about Ivar's girlfriend had demanded less of me than it would have days ago. It was also strange that even in the presence of Ivar memories of Hvitserk and me kept popping up in my mind. Most enlightening, however, was my quickening heartbeat and the happiness hormones that went crazy in my body as soon as Hvitserk entered the apartment. Still my heartbeat had not returned to normal and the silence in my car made me take special notice. Who would have thought that a few hours together with Hvitserk, whom until recently I had seen only as the brother of my best friend, would already throw me off track to such an extent? When I thought of Hvitserk now, I thought of a handsome gentleman who always brought a smile to my lips. I would never have thought it possible that he would be the one to surpass the feelings I had for Ivar, which, according to the latest findings, were not nearly as intense as I once thought. Thank God, I didn’t tell him.

While I was driving home, my cell phone rang. "I'll call you back later," I thought to myself, ignoring the constant ringing, since I couldn't answer it anyway while driving, nor did I want to. I was a very careful driver. Shortly after the ringing stopped and no longer drowned out the radio, a short beep went off. Either I had received an email, probably advertising, or someone had sent me a message.

After coming to a stop in the parking lot of my apartment, my first handgrip fell on my cell phone. I was so curious that I couldn't wait to check my phone for any messages.  As I glanced at the bright screen, my heart, which had just calmed down, began to beat faster again, this time in shock. Ivar had written to me. "We need to talk!" was the first sentence of the message, which was followed by, "What was it you wanted to tell me? Hvitserk said, it’s something about the two of us". This can’t be true. I knew telling Hvitserk how I felt, once felt, about his brother was a bad idea. I thought I had escaped the unpleasant situation just in time, but I had not reckoned with Hvitserk catapulting me back into it. What was I supposed to say to Ivar now? He will hardly be satisfied with a "it’s nothing", his curiosity was already too much aroused. "Thanks, Hvitserk.", I hissed, grabbed my stuff, and left my car.

The message tone on my cell phone sounded again. "Can we meet tomorrow?", Ivar had texted. I sighed and put my phone away for now, opening the door to my apartment. Frustrated, I threw my jacket over the armrest of the sofa and myself onto it. I'll figure something out. "Sure, I'll come over," I texted back before switching my phone to silent mode and placing it on the coffee table with the screen facing down. Maybe Hvitserk would be home by then too. I almost hoped so, not to reprimand him for his babbling, which I should have been eager to do, but because I wanted to see him. I wanted to be near him.

The next day I found myself sitting in my car again almost as nervous as the day before if not way more, because this time there would be no turning back. I couldn't and didn't want to tell him the truth, but I didn't want to lie to him either. Even if I did, I couldn't even think of a lie that would be remotely acceptable. All I wanted to do was turn around at the next turning point and go back home. I would have holed myself up in my apartment and avoided any social contact. If only I hadn't been in this situation in the first place. If I had just kept my mouth shut, I would have one less big problem.

I parked on the side of the road. As often as I came here lately, I would almost be entitled to my own private parking space, but instead I had to look for a parking space each time anew. After pulling the car key out of the ignition switch, I swung myself out of my car and onto the asphalt, which was dotted with single raindrops. Another one landed on my head. Too bad I'm not made of sugar, otherwise I would have melted on the spot and thus spared myself the evening. Instead, like yesterday, I had to torture myself up to the front door and press that stupid bell. Since it didn't take long for the door opener to be pressed, I assumed that Ivar was already waiting for me. And I was right.

When I pushed the door open, he was already standing in the doorway to the apartment. "Hi, come on in!" he held the door open for me. I just smiled and stepped past him and inside. My gaze was magnetically drawn to Hvitserk, who was just getting up from the couch. He lifted his gaze and met my eyes.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

"Hey!", he spoke first and at the same time he shoved his cell phone into his right back pocket.

Hearing his deep voice and watching his smooth movements I immediately felt a lot warmer than five seconds ago. I swallowed. “Hi!”

What felt like an eternity was over in a blink of an eye. Hvitserk disappeared into his room, leaving me alone with Ivar. This short moment, however, was apparently very telling. Less for me than for Ivar.

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" he stepped in front of me and looked at me curiously.

"Huh?", unknowing and curious myself about what he meant, I looked up at him.

"That there's a thing going on between you and my brother."

Speechless. He had completely taken me off guard with that one. I was just speechless and really didn't know what to say in response. If I was already warm a moment ago, I was now practically on fire. I thought about the moments I spent with Hvitserk, whether it was here in the apartment or on our date. I thought of his eyes, which had just attracted me so magically and which wrinkle a little when he smiles. His smile ... and his scent ...

Oh my god, I thought while my heart jumped with joy, I have fallen for Hvitserk.

“I mean I’ve seen how you two look at each other, I noticed it yesterday as well.”, he added.

“He helped me get over you!”, I blurted out. Now he fell speechless.

“I’ll explain it to you!”, I shoved him towards the couch. After we sat down on it, I began to explain to him what had been going on lately and why. My briefly gained self-confidence made me get everything off my chest without exception.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. To tell you that I'm in love with you." Having just calmed down, he now went wide-eyed again. "Now, though, I'm not sure that's still the case."

“Because you fell in love with my brother?”

I shrugged my shoulders. "At least he triggers something in me that I've never felt before. – Not even with you!", I nudged his shoulder.

"I don't know whether to be offended or relieved right now," he smirked.

Suddenly a door opened behind me and when I turned around, I saw Hvitserk grabbing his car keys, putting them in his jacket pocket and walking to the front door.

"I'm off then!" he shouted in Ivar's and my direction. Before he stepped outside, his eyes met mine. He seemed heavy-hearted. Was it because of me and Ivar?

“Hvitserk!”, I shouted after him, just as the door fell shut behind him. No, I need to talk to him before my newfound confidence leaves me again. “I’m right back!”, I jumped up und rushed to the door, pulling it open a lot quicker than I intended to.

“Hvitserk!”, I said again, keeping him from leaving the building.

“Yeah?”, he turned around and his facial expression immediately lit up. He looked at me with hope, giving me a soft smile.

“Would you go on a second date with me?”, I said frankly and with the door falling shut behind me, my self-confidence was gone. I grew nervous again, expecting a rejection of the finest.

Instead, his smile grew wider until he was fully grinning. “Sure, how about right now?”

Thank you so soo much for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading this part. 😊💚 Have a nice week! 😇 I appreciate any kind of feedback from you guys. 🤗

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Hi!! I’m not sure whether your requests are open & if so, if this fits your rules (if not, feel free to ignore it!! :D)

I just wanted to request a fluff/comfort oneshot where an injured/unconscious xiao is found by beidou & the crux and wakes up on the ship ✨ and beidou being the mom she is and insisting that he gets treatment and rests till he feels better and xiao just feeling uncomfortable with the attention but can’t leave since they are in the middle of the sea and he is too weak to teleport LMAO

This is not a ship or anything, I just wanted to see these characters interact ahh

Again, if you don’t have time for requests rn or feel uncomfortable writing it, just ignore it!!

Hope you’re having a great day!!

-🌼

Thanks for the request Daisy Anon! (I hope you don’t mind me calling that since you signed off with a daisy emoji… If you do, just say so!) I typically only write reader-insert fics since reader serves as a bit of a crutch for me, but upon reading your request I felt bad since you couldn’t find my rules post. That is completely my bad, so here you are, a Xiao and Beidou platonic fic as requested as my form of apology. I’m also going to add a link to my rules post to both of my masterlists so no one else has trouble. I hope you enjoy! Fic is under the cut.

Type: Fluff/platonic

Word count: 997

An Adeptus at Sea - Beidou and Xiao (Platonic)

Beidou crossed her arms as she looked down at the boy who lay, curled up in pain and passed out. Her crew stood uncharacteristically timid behind her, “Captain, are you sure?  He’s covered in weird black stuff. It looks-”

“It looks like he’s in pain and needs help,” Her one visible eye flashed slightly as she looked up at her crew members. She couldn’t blame for feeling nervous about the strange boy who was indeed leaking what looked to be black smoke. But she also wasn’t about to leave him defenseless and in pain, “Come on, let's get him to the ship and treat him.”

And that was how the young boy who currently lay in the room not far from hers came to be on the Alcor. Beidou didn’t know who he was or what had happened to him. Only that he’d quite obviously been in such incredible pain that he’d passed out. 

He was a bit of a mystery, the young boy who practically oozed evil-looking black smoke. Which was why Beidou didn’t waste any time getting to him when she was called from below deck, “Captain! He’s awake!”

When she  got there a crew member was already babbling on to the boy. His head was poked through the door as he spoke and he didn’t stop till she hauled him out by his head. 

“Leave the kid alone. He only just woke up. And get back to work,” She chuckled slightly as her crewmate scurried off. Leaving her and their passenger alone, with only a wave thrown back over his shoulder at her.

Stepping into the room, she fully expected to see a weakened young boy who would no doubt be timid and filled with nervous questions. What she found instead was her passenger standing, arms crossed and a scowl on his face as soon as she entered the room, “Where am I?”

He didn’t look like he’d been injured at all. In fact, he looked perfectly fine, especially with that annoyed look on his face.

Beidou was proud to say she barely missed a beat. Crossing her own arms and leaning against the doorframe as she spoke, “My ship, The Alcor. We found you injured and passed out so we brought you here to recover.”

He let out a sound suspiciously similar to a scoff and looked off to the side before speaking once more. His tone slightly less annoyed this time, “You’re the one that defeated Haishan.”

She chuckled at his almost accusatory statement, “So you know about that and know who I am. You’re well informed. Mustn’t have been too badly hurt either if you can remember that of all things.”  

  Despite her amused words Beidou couldn’t help remembering the black smoke that had swirled around him in an almost mocking way as he’d writhed in pain on the ground. To be able to endure pain like that….

Unbidden a memory flashed through her mind. That Lantern Rite when she and the crew hadn’t been able to get into port till after the festivities had ended. She’d seen a young boy’s form floating in the air over Guyun forest. An Adepti….

Eyeing the boy in front of her she couldn’t help but see the similarities between him and that form. Both were fairly short and slender, and that odd smoke did remind her of that silent guardian from that night. If he were an Adepti that would explain how he was in such good shape already when he’d been so injured.

“Are we near the harbor? I’ve been away too long,” The boy’s rough tone drew her out of her thoughts and back to the matter at hand.

“Sorry kid. We’re in the middle of the sea, nowhere near the harbor and it’ll be a few days before we get there,” She watched his reaction silently. 

The way his fist clenched in irritation and his gold eyes flashed in a slightly inhuman way that only made her feel more strongly about her growing hypothesis.

“What’s your name?” At her gentle question his eyes snapped over to her. That was an intense stare if there had ever been one. Beidou had just reached her second conclusion about this boy. Despite his small stature she did not want to get on his bad side.

“Xiao,” He said his name almost like it was a warning. Beidou just didn’t know what the warning was for.

“Alright then, Xiao. I’ll see what we can do about getting you home a little faster. But till then you just stay and get rested and recovered.”

Gold eyes held her gaze and he looked like he was going to fight. But as she watched him weighing and judging both her and his options  she saw him slowly give way until he at last sighed, “Fine.”

Beidou outright grinned at him, earning herself a strange look from Xiao, “I knew you  were the good sort. Don’t worry kid, we’ll be pulling into harbor in no time. Till then you might as well enjoy the seafaring experience.”

Xiao looked startled at her sudden exuberance and she let out a chuckle, “What? Surprised?” “I-” He stopped letting out a slight huff of what sounded irritation, “You’re a strange being to try to comprehend.”

Oh, she could feel it already. She was going to enjoy having this possible Adeptus on board her ship.

 She walked towards him, hesitating briefly when he took a single step backwards, eyeing her warily.

 “Don’t think about it too hard kid, everyone has their low points in life,” She stopped in front of him and let her hand rest on his head and watched as his gold eyes went wide with surprise.

 A small part of her pondered his reactions. It was almost like he wasn’t used to being touched. Her smile softened as she looked at him just before she continued, “Maybe I just want to steer those who are lost back towards a brighter future.”

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Found: Side-Story: Growlentine’s Day Special

Heyo, readers! So happy to have gotten this special side-story done in time for the intended holiday! Yay! This was a lot of fun to imagine, and I hope you all like it!

UPDATE!!! For those who enjoy my story, The Door and its sequel The Keyhole, I have BIG news to share! A friend, and an amazing artist, by the names sunnysanjo over on SoFurry and artbysanjo over on Tumblr, is making a fancomic of The Door & Keyhole! The early sketches they have been showing me look great, and if you'd like to get a look at the cover they made, you can find it here on SoFurry!

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(Gunna need to remove the spaces!)

They have plenty of more awesome art to give a look, which I totally recommend!

And with that, I hope that you all enjoy the latest Found: Side-Story!

Dawn was sitting at her desk, typing away on her laptop. Nearby, Princess Callibrie was curled up and snoozing on her little bed. All of a sudden, the Prench Kowmodo Dragon's eyes popped open, and she leapt up from her bed, scurrying downstairs. Dawn giggled and hit save on her open document.

"Looks like Puppy Love and the lambs are home," Dawn said to herself, heading down the steps. She made it to the bottom of the stairs just as the door swung open. Princess Callibire was sitting at attention, waiting and watching. Lily came walking in, holding an armload of paw and hoof-made construction-paper hearts, store bought cards, and a few small bags of candy and a box of chocolates in the shape of a heart.

"Hi, Mommy," Lily said, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Hi there, sweetie," Dawn said, spying Alice coming in next, blushing, as she seemed to be holding even more cards and candies and even a white teddy bear with a pink bowtie. The young she-wolf looked away, embarrassed. Dawn caught sight of Alice's hidden smile and grinned. "It looks like you two had a very busy Growlentine's Day."

"Uh-huh!" Lily said, still jumping. Spotting some chocolate at the sides of her second youngest lamb's mouth, Dawn guessed that all that extra bouncy energy may partially be due to her getting into her candy. The ewe giggled.

"Uhm... it's okay," Alice said, trying to sound aloof and cool, but her wagging tail revealed her true feelings. In came Trevor, with a white paper bag and a large red heart on it in his arms, clearly stuffed with his Growlentine's Day haul.

"Hey, Mom," Travor said as he ran up to her, excitement in his eyes. "All those hoof-crafted ARG Growlentine's cards I made were a huge hit! Everyone in my class loved working out the puzzles!"

"That's wonderful, honey," Dawn said, kissing her little ram on the forehead. He let out a happy bleat just as Vernon entered, with the excited and babbling little Paige in a puppy bjorn, which looked extra tiny on his massive frame, strapped to his chest. He closed the door behind him, his tail wagging at the sight of his mate. Dawn noticed that he had a paw behind his back. Scratching the back of his neck with his free paw, Vernon pulled out a bouquet of roses, twelve total, six white and six red. Dawn took them, her heart fluttering.

"Oh, Puppy Love, you didn't need to get me anything," she said, holding the roses up to her nose and smelling them. Vernon's tail started quickly wagging.

"I wanted to, Lambchop. Happy Growlentine's Day, darlin'," he said, scooping his smaller mate into his arms, making her let out a surprised and happy squeak, the two sharing a deep kiss. The two break apart, gazing into each other's eyes, their moment of bliss interrupted by the sudden simultaneous buzzing of their phones. Settling his mate on his shoulder, Vern fished his phone out as Dawn did the same for hers. After some screen tapping, they both saw that they had gotten a video from Zach, followed by several messages.

Please, ignore that video! Just delete it! This message was followed by a couple more texts from Zach imploring no one to look at the video, and then Wade and Yuri chiming in.

Really? Still spyin' on yer pup? Yuri's message read.

Come ON Zach, how many times do you have to get in trouble with Vanna before y'all stop? Said Wade's.

I DID stop!!! This was just an accident!!! Also, my Kitten knows that I've been workin' through my... slight overprotectiveness! Zach insisted.

WE WILL TALK ABOUT THIS WHEN I GET HOME, GOOFBALL!!! Came Vanna's reply. This was summarily followed by a laughing wolf emoji from Yuri, and a rolling eyes wolf emoji from Wade, and Trent adding in a rolled up newspaper.

OMG!!! They're sooooooo CYOOOTE!!! Qali chimed in, including some heart emojis.

Dawn and Vernon looked at one another, and simultaneously tapped on the video. After a few seconds of buffering, it started to play.

Earlier that Day in the Northern Meadowlands...

"Thanks again for helping out, guys!" Lizzy said. The young female grizzly bear was wearing an apron and a headfur-net as she lightly dusted the heart-shaped sugar cookies, freshly coated in pink icing, before her with red and white sprinkles. She and the rest of the friend group of young mammals were all dressed similarly and working in the back of Lizzy's family's bakery. Prowldilock's Family Bakery was painted in bright red calligraphy on the big shop window out front. Mina and Travis were alternating between making more cookie dough and preparing the baking sheets.

"Hey, it's no problem, Lizzy," Travis said, the beer buck smiling at the bear.

"Yeah! This is a lot of fun!" Mina quipped, the goat girl looking proudly at the fresh batch of cookies she had cut out of the dough using the heart-shaped cookie cutter.

Marcus would swap out a finished batch in the ovens with the new trays of fresh cookies and, while waiting for the latest batch to finish baking, would help Aiko and Lizzy apply the icing and then sprinkles on the ones that had cooled enough. Finally, Ty was assisting Lizzy's mother, an even bigger and very motherly mama bear named Molly, with transferring the cookies to the prepared packages, sealing and stamping the boxes. Lizzy's father was overseeing things, his left arm in a sling and his right foot wrapped in a bandage while he had a crutch tucked under his right arm.

"Well, we really appreciate it, kids," Lizzy's dad, Dexter, said with a lopsided grin, and a slight wince as he tried to test the strength on his sprained ankle. After getting a massive order for some kind of Growlentine's Day singles' mixer for several large rabbit families at the community center, at the last minute no less, Lizzy and her parents had scrambled to keep up with their current orders as well as this new one. All in addition to having prepared some other sweets and treats for other mammals that had apparently waited until the eleventh hour to think of what to get for their mates.

During the scramble, while taking the trash out in a rush, Dexter had slipped on some black ice. A malfunction from the Tundratown environmental freezers had caused a surprise cold front to slam into the Southern Meadowlands, and trickle up a little north. While Molly had to take her mate to the hospital, Lizzy had worriedly kept her friends updated on what was going on. The other young mammals had all volunteered, one after the other, to come down and assist any way they could. Lizzy's parents had been shocked to return to find their back kitchen fully staffed by Lizzy and her friends.

"We're happy to help, Mr. Ursa," Marcus drawled.

"Plus, the free cookies don't hurt," Ty said with a snicker while Mina flashed him a look.

"Well, you kids deserve it," Molly said, ruffling the young raccoon's headfur. He blushed and pretended to sulk while she quickly washed her paws.

"I think we might be nearing the end of the order," Aiko said, looking at the stacks of boxes.

"I think so, and then I think we'll be able to take it from here," Lizzy said, hearing a jingle and moved out front to work the register.

"And while I may have sprained my ankle, I can still drive our delivery truck just fine," Dexter proudly said.

"Oh no, honey-bear," Molly swatted him lightly on his uninjured shoulder, "you are gunna sit by the register and let me handle the deliveries, while you ice that foot, which you should be doing right now. So scoot!" Dexter grumbled and limped away.

"If you'd like, Mrs. Ursa, I don't have any plans until four, so I might be able to help with at least dropping off these cookies?" Travis offered.

"That would make it go so much faster, thank you Travis, deer," Molly said, beaming at the smiling buck.

"Ooooh, I think someone's got plans to spend Growlentine's Afternoon with Caaaaaaleb!" Mina giggled, making Travis blush a little.

"Well... we may have agreed to see a movie together," he said, his tail making little flicks of excitement as he swapped out the trays in the ovens.

"Not like you aren't excited to go see Geoff when we're all done here," Ty shot to his sister, earning him a quick hoof to flick one of his ears, Mina then rushing off to wash her hooves.

"Do you have any plans for today, Ty?" Lizzy asked, walking back in, a grin on her muzzle. The raccoon boy just looked away.

"Well... Growlentine's day is really just a holiday that exists because the corporate overlords decided it... but maybe..."

"OOOOOH! Who with?!" Lizzy asked, quickly bounding over in excitement and picking the shocked raccoon boy up in her paw.

"Lizzy, if Ty isn't comfortable talking about it, then you shouldn't pressure him," Molly lightly scolded her daughter as she took Ty from her paw and shooed her to go wash again. She gave the blushing raccoon boy a hug before setting him down.

"Oh, sorry, Ty," Lizzy said, looking abashed.

"I-it's fine... I'm... just gunna spend it with a... friend, that's all," Ty said, composing himself while trying to look aloof, yet a small smile at the corners of his muzzle was visible to any who looked. There were several shared knowing smiles.

"Hmm... what about you, Marcus and Aiko? Any special Growlentine's Day plans?" Mina asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Marcus and Aiko, who had been giggling at their friends' antics, suddenly stopped, made eye contact, and quickly looked away, red tinting their cheeks and stammered for an answer.

"I... uh... I'm just gunna go walkin' in the woods with Bruno later," Marcus said.

"And I have to... uh... watch my little sister, Arika, later!" Aiko said. The red panda girl looked back up at Marcus, before looking down at the cookies she was working on again. There were more shared knowing smiles to be had. It wasn't much longer before the last of the cookies were baked, decorated, packaged, and loaded up into the delivery truck. It was just after noon with the kids, aside from Lizzy, could head on out and get to their various plans. It was then that Marcus and Aiko found themselves walking together up one of the worn paths towards the forest. Both were wearing coats, Marcus's being his much loved tiger striped-coat, and scarves. Marcus, who had left the house hoping that he and his friends could have found time to get in some more practice for their band, had brought his violin in its case with him. The human boy had been pleasantly surprised to find that Aiko had done the same with her smaller violin in its case.

"Uh... s-so... Aiko," Marcus said, rubbing the back of his neck like he'd seen his Uncle Vernon do on many occasions.

"Yes?"

"I was wonderin' if... maybe you'd like ta go ta our usual meet-up spot fer a little... duet?" Marcus blushed deeply, internally cringing and thinking he had just sounded so weird for suggesting such a thing.

"Oh," Aiko said, also blushing, but while hiding a smile and trying to smooth her headfur and not look disheveled. "That sounds like fun!"

"A-alright then," Marcus said, internally excited, but hoping that externally he was coming across as aloof and cool. Taking a left, the two pre-teens walked through the chilly forest, chatting amicably. Soon, they were in the clearing that Marcus had first met Aiko, and the rest of their friend group. He sighed, feeling a sense of happiness and calm wash over him.

"So... did you have a song in mind?" Aiko asked, walking over to the nearest tree stump to set her violin case down on and open it. Marcus set his down next to hers and started popping the latches.

"Uh... w-well, we do a lot of... experimentin'... with songs I mean! Ahem... that I thought we could try an... improvised one?" Marcus felt awkward suggesting it, having not thought ahead about what kind of duet they would play, and mentally chastising himself for being such a dork. The red panda girl thought about it, feeling excited at the prospect.

"Oooh! That could be a lot of fun!" She double-checked the strings on his instrument, and a surprised and happy Marcus quickly started doing the same. Soon enough, they were facing one another, unaware of the hidden spy camera disguised as a bird's nest, facing right at them. "Uh... how do we start?"

"I guess... I'll start with a tune that we try to maintain and... go from there?"

"Okay!"

Marcus cleared his throat, and began, He started with a light melody, it being something that made him think of a pair of snowflakes dancing on the breeze. Aiko followed along, the two quickly playing in harmonious sync. Then, without thinking, Marcus opened his mouth and began to sing.

"Twilight nears, and out come the stars," he sang, his eyes meeting Aiko's, and with a smile, she followed suit.

"This special time between the day and night is all ours." And like that, as they played, they alternated who would sing a verse while their violins continued the melody.

"In the growing dusk, two hearts will beat as one,"

"Together they will shine so bright that they won't need the sun."

"Just when it seems the dark will swallow you whole,"

"All it takes is just one spark to light up the soul!"

The pace of the melody picked up a bit, and just as in sync as their instruments were, the two sang harmoniously together.

"There's enchantment when you're near,

Everything becomes so clear.

When I'm together with you, it's like I can feel,

Magic has become real!"

Now the music coming from their violins was more lively and filled with excitement, as the two went back to trading verses, starting again with Marcus, with Aiko singing the alternate ones.

"The moon is out, and shining bright,"

"The time has come for our hearts to dance together in the moonlight."

"With you beside me, I feel I can fly,"

"You make all the bad times feel like just a lie."

"Together our hearts can sail and explore,"

"Together our hearts will spark and soar!"

Now their bows were dancing across the strings, Aiko giving a little spin for a flourish, the two pouring their hearts into the song. After a little more of playing the melody, together they harmonized one last time.

"There's enchantment when you're near,

Everything becomes so clear.

When I'm together with you, it's like I can feel,

Magic has become real!"

Slowly the music came to an end, Marcus having moved closer while Aiko had absentmindedly hopped onto a stump without missing a single note. The two pre-teens looked deeply into each others' eyes in the sudden quiet, the song they had just improved still playing in their minds. They smiled as they both leaned in, their lips brushing one another, almost as if in a trance. The moment that their lips brushed one anothers', the spell was broken, and they both quickly turned away, blushing so deeply as to turn both their faces crimson. Taking a minute to compose themselves, and back away from each other a little, Aiko cleared her throat.

"W-well... that was so much fun!" She meant it, and glossed over the not-at-all-kiss.

"Y-yeah... maybe we could... try that again... sometime?" Marcus offered, praying he didn't sound like a weirdo and make Aiko not want to be his friend anymore and--

"I'd like that," she said, hugging her big bushy ringed tail to her chest and partially hiding her face in it, trying to figure out if she'd read too much into the offer or... other things.

"... Me too!" Marcus composed himself and quickly put his violin away, with Aiko putting hers away. Picking his case back up, he shivered a little from a sudden breeze. "I-if you'd like... maybe I could... walk you home?"

"Sure," Aiko said, grateful for her fur, and smiling up at Marcus. As the two walked back the way they had come, the hidden camera in the nest vibrated a little. And back at Marcus' house, Zach got a notification on his phone while he was giving Rose a bath. Curious, the law wolf saw it was some kind of a video. Tapping it, he suddenly remembered the hidden camera he had snuck away and set up, that he had swiped from Ulric when he hadn't been looking, and forgotten about. This was before he had sworn to Vanna he would stop spying on Marcus and his friends.

"Oh no... oh by Oldwin's beard, no," Zach said, panicking and setting the phone down while he quickly rinsed off the giggling and babbling Rose, and drained the tub. As he picked her up and dried her with a towel, he started muttering to himself.

"Okay, okay, so far no one knows about the video... I just gotta erase it and then go and get the camera, and no one will ever know about any of this!" His tail wagging, he looked at where he had set his phone down, only to find that it wasn't there. There was a sudden DING that drew his attention down to little Rose, who was smiling up at him, playing with his phone. He gently took it from the little wolf/tiger hybrid and looked at the screen, his blood running cold. Somehow, in the few seconds of playing with his phone, Rose had sent the video out in a group text to all of his contacts.

"Oh... no... oh... I'm in trouble," he said simply as Rose toppled over to her side, squealing in delight at the funny face her daddy was making. As Zach was tapping the screen, trying to find some kind of mass delete function that didn't exist, that's when he started getting notifications from his brothers, his sisters-in-laws, Vanna's parents... Judy and Nick as well as their parents... he briefly wondered why they were included in his contacts... as well as Gazelle...

"Oh... Rose... I may have ta use you as some kind of cute little shield... can you do that for Daddy?" he asked the baby in a whimper, receiving only giggles and coos as she reached out with her little orange and black striped paws to touch his muzzle, while her long tail that ended in a fluffy tuft swish-wagged in excitement.

Back at Dawn and Vernon's House...

"Lamb sakes, Zach," Vernon said with a chuckle. On his phone, he saw more of the family chiming in, as well as Vanna's mother, father, and sister.

"Oh, goodness, he even sent it to Judy and Nick, oh! Mom and Cameron apparently got it too," Dawn said, unable to prevent a snicker.

"Huh, looks like Gus and Mel got a copy too."

"Joel and Megumi as well... wait, do you think this got sent to Marcus' phone?!" Dawn wondered, trying to see if his number was included.

"Oof, it doesn't look like it, Honey Lamb, but Joel and Megumi did... and isn't Megumi l'il Aiko's aunt?" Vernon asked.

"Ooooh, no one can tell those two that we all saw a video of their... cute little moment!"

"Agreed," Vernon said, quickly typing as much and adding it to the cascade of texts. After a few moments, others started readily agreeing, with Xavier pointing out that it was a special moment for the two and should remain as such. Just then, the doorbell rang, making Vernon and Dawn look at it in surprise. Walking over, Vernon opened it to reveal a trio of wolf boys, all looking around nine or ten-ish, if the older and much larger wolf had to hazard a guess. The boys' tails were all wagging as they looked up at him.

"Is Alice home?" the one in the middle piped up with a happy yip. Vernon noticed that all three were holding identical red gift boxes with pink hearts printed on them. He kept a cool and passive exterior, while internally, he felt the burgeoning of what would, in time as his girls grew and became teenagers, become his protective wolf dad instincts.

"Who should I say is askin'?" Vernon asked, the three pups starting to look a little unsure of themselves, before the one on the right spoke.

"Gary, Barry, and Larry Waggersons... uh... Mr. Hunter-Bellwether."

Vernon sighed. "Alright, wait here." He closed the door and called out for Alice.

"Remember to be nice, Puppy," Dawn said, rubbing in between her mate's splayed ears.

"I am, Lambchop, I am," he grumbled a little, before composing himself as his oldest pup ran up to him.

"Hey, princess, there's three pups outside lookin' like they wanted to give ya a gift." Vernon quickly noticed the pup's eyes roll.

"Oh geeze, is it Gary, Barry, and Larry?" Alice asked, sounding a bit annoyed. Vernon and Dawn nodded, watching in curiosity.

"They been hasslin' ya, sweetheart?" Vernon asked.

"No, they're just kinda dumb and I think are trying to compete over who can give me the best gift, since I'm the only she-wolf in our class," Alice said, matter-of-factly. Dawn clamped her hooves to her muzzle to keep from giggling at the situation, since Alice didn't appear to be particularly perturbed, and instead annoyed.

"Want me ta get rid of 'em?" Vernon offered, his voice tinged with a little hopefulness. But the pup just shook her head.

"No, I got this," she said, walking to the door. She flung it open, a single eyebrow raised, to the sight of the three brothers wrestling with each other in a pile right there in front of the door.

"She likes me best!"

"Nu-uh, butt-sniffer! She likes me best!"

"You're both wrong and both butt-sniffers! I'm the one she likes the most!"

Seeing Alice standing there, her paws on her hips, looking unamusedly at them, the trio froze mid-wrestle, suddenly scrambling to untangle themselves and present their gifts. Before any of them could say a word, Alice's face morphed into a terrifying Glare, a perfect imitation of her Grandmaw Audrey's.

"I told all three of you that I wasn't interested and to leave me alone! BUZZ OFF!!!" she snarled. Tails immediately tucking themselves between their legs, the three yipped and ran off, barrelling over each other as they did so. Vernon had to stop himself from chuckling, but couldn't stop the smile or his wagging tail. Alice smiled and shut the door.

"That's my girl," Vernon said, ruffling her headfur.

"Oh, sweetie, if they were giving you trouble in school, you can always tell us," Dawn said, sliding down her mate to pull her lamb into a hug. The black wolf pup blushed and her tail started to wag.

"L-like I said, they're just kinda dumb and annoying, that's all." Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Alice turned again to open it. "I thought I told you to buzz-- oh! H-hi, Jake." Now standing on the top step was a gray fox kit around Alice's age. He flinched a little from her angry tone, but relaxed when she did. He was holding in his paws a box wrapped in white wrapping paper with red hearts on it.

"Uh... h-hi, Alice," Jake said, looking up at Vernon and gulping, his big bushy tail tucking itself a little, but the kit continued. "I... uh... I wanted to give this to you in class... b-but, with L-Larry, Gary, and Barry all fighting each other... around your desk..."

"I-I know," Alice said, blushing again, paws behind her back as she kicked at some imaginary dirt. Dawn wanted to coo, while Vernon almost chuckled again. He spotted a pair of gray foxes standing out on the sidewalk, figuring them to be the kit's parents. He recognized them as the family that lived a few houses down.

"Would you like to come in and visit Alice fer a little while while us and yer folks chat fer a bit?" Vernon offered, making sure his voice was loud enough for Jake's parents to hear, deciding that the kit was alright. Alice blushed more as she looked up at her dad, but Jake smiled and looked back at his parents hopefully, seeing them approach.

"That sounds like a great idea to me," the male fox, who was wearing jeans and a pink t-shirt. His mate was wearing a white one with the words Foxy Mama written on it in red.

"O-okay..." Jake said.

"I'm Jason Uroc," Jake's father said, holding out a paw for Vernon to shake.

"And I'm Leslie," said Jason's mom. Dawn and Vern introduced themselves, while Alice and Jake continued to smile and blush at one another. Upstairs, Trevor was on his computer, quickly uploading a video to his ZooTube account, making it private so that those who figured out the puzzles on their Growlentine's Day cards from him could go to the link.

"This is gunna be so much fun!" Trevor bleated again, really hoping that Cassie, the cheetah girl in his class, would be the first to figure it all out. The two having been making and exchanging puzzles they had made for each other for a while now. Only recently, had the two started getting into analog horror, and had started mixing that in with their puzzles. Currently, Trevor had made a video using some editing tools to give it the old fashioned VHS video feel. The little black ram had thought up a story that he thought would be cool and fun.

"Hey, Trevor, whatcha doin'?" Lily asked, making her big brother bleat in surprise and jump. The young ram turned to see Lily standing there, now holding a giggling Paige.

He sighed and smiled at his baby sisters. "I'm just uploading this video as part of the Growlentine's puzzle I gave out to ZooTube," he said, showing tLily the muted video playing before him.

"Ooooh! What's it about?" Lily asked and held Paige away from the keyboard, the little baby sholf babbling and reaching out for it with her little paws.

"It's about this extra-dimensional place I'm calling... The Legrooms!" Trvor puffed out his chest proudly as he said it. Lily looked at the video, with repeating halls, fluorescent lighting, and mustard-yellow walls.

"Wow! Do ya think folks'll get inta it?" She asked, looking up at her big brother, eyes shining in amazement, little Paige imitating her big sister. Trevor then rubbed the back of his neck like Vernon did.

"Well, I hope so. But it probably won't get that much attention. Still, it's a fun project to work on!" It was then that Trevor noticed a multicolored bracelet made of beads on Lily's wrist.

"What's that?" he asked.

Lily smiled wide and held up her wrist, the beads spelling out BFF. "Paul made me a friendship bracelet! Which was a real surprise, 'specially since I made him one in secret! I made it to look just like the ones Mommy and Daddy wear, and I guess he got the same idea!" Trevor smiled, taking a second to finish uploading his video, before taking Paige from Lily, and starting playing with both of them.

And there you have it folks! I hope that you liked reading this as much as I did thinking it up and writing it! Also, Happy Growlentine's Day everyone!

To read Found from the beginning, you can find chapter 1 in these links!

SoFurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1388796 FanFiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13128859/1/Found

Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16721262/chapters/39218835 ScribbleHub: https://www.scribblehub.com/read/190364-found/chapter/190368/

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[emberluc]

call out my name

xiao x m!reader

contains: NSFW, male reader, overstimulation, edging, male masturbation, dacryphilia, oral/face fucking

note: this is so long wtf .. part 2? hehehhehhe

after an exhausting night of protecting wangshu inn from harm, xiao flops onto the cold bed. the wind freely enters his room, a chill running down his spine.

for the love of god, where were you at a time like this? he just wants to lay down next to you, or even just be in your presence.

he wants you. so fucking bad.

he claims he doesn’t need sleep, but everyone knows he needs to rest. so he does.

~

“ah, fuck,” you moaned, pounding into his abused, red hole. you know he’s overstimulated, but what are you gonna do about it? nothing.

his words are incoherent, babbling and crying nonstop as he feels another orgasm coming.

“wait… I’m gonna- wait—!” his stomach tightens, hands on your chest as his back arched, cum shooting out of his swollen cock.

“xiao.”

in an instant, he woke up from his sleep, ignoring his painfully hard crotch. you called him.

he’d arrived at where you were in a blink of an eye, but he didn’t see you at risk.

“so you’re finally here, huh? took you long enough,” you stood up, the distance between you two closing.

he cleared his throat, “what do you mean, ‘took you long enough’? I came as soon as you called.”

“did you? I called 3 times and you only arrived at the last call.. were you busy?”

he could only gulp as he remembered his dream, hand subconsciously traveling to cover how hard he is.

you kept walking closer to him, stopping once his legs hit the bed.

“no. I just happened to be asleep when you called.”

“asleep, huh?” your hand brushed over his crotch, noticing how he had whimpered, hand over his mouth.

“you’re all worked up over nothing, don’t you think so too?” you already knew that he had a dirty dream before coming to where you were, I mean, it’s easy to figure that out.

“I’m not. what are you— ah— saying..?” his reactions contradicted his words, his face turning red from the proximity. you’d just started kissing his neck, slowly making your way behind him.

you sat down on the bed, pulling him down with you— his back to your chest. you continued kissing his neck, sucking on his pale skin occasionally.

your hand traveled to his pants, freeing his dripping, hard cock. you stroked it slowly, thumb brushing over his tip.

xiao thrusted into your hand, throwing his head back from pleasure. “more, please..”

you could tell he was about to cum from his shaking legs, stuttering thrusts and ragged breathing.

“no, not yet..” you whispered lowly, thumb covering the slit of his dick to prevent him from cumming, while the rest of your hand tightened around the base of his cock.

he choked out a moan, his legs shaking at the feeling of his orgasm getting denied. tears were welling up in his eyes, his chest heaving up and down erratically.

“please.. please,” he begged, weakly thrusting his cock into your hand. 

“not yet, not like this..” you turned him around, his back falling onto the bed. getting on your knees, you tucked your hair behind your ear.

“wait--!” his words halted as you licked his tip, pumping it up and down with your hands. he tried his best not to grab onto your hair and force it all in your mouth, so he covered his face instead. 

you dragged your tongue on the underside of his cock, tracing one prominent vein. you didn’t think that xiao was this responsive, let alone vocal.

you had decided to take it all at once, stopping yourself from gagging once you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. 

at the thought of him feeling such immense pleasure, your hand subconsciously moves to your own crotch, palming yourself softly as xiao’s moans echoed in the room.

he grabbed your hair, holding your head still as he thrusted into you. this time, you couldn’t stop yourself from gagging. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, tears rolling down freely. he threw his head back as his cock twitched violently, signaling that he’s reaching his climax soon.

you gripped his thighs tightly, waiting for his release. his movements got sloppy, and he did one final thrust before shooting his cum down your throat.

you had no choice but to swallow it all, so you did. he saw your fucked out face, and felt the need to apologize, but you interrupted him before he could even speak.

licking the side of your mouth, you trapped him under your arms, staring at his eyes lustfully.

“now, you should tell me what happened in your dream, hm? then I can help you act it out.”

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[erodasfishtacos]

I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

Ur so talented

Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Or

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

CRAMP

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warnings: smut; 18 +

YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

-

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

-

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

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