#i think i just like the idea of being Unable to hide emotion a lil. cuz sometimes u dont have the courage to show emotion

[5eraphim]

could you write something about Scout with a breeding kink please?? i don't usually see a lot of fics like that when involving him, also maybe some angst too and slight yandere aspects?? only if you're comfortable ofc!! my friend recommended your blog to me :3 ((if they're reading this, i want them to know that i think they're smelly.))

it's spooky season so i'm answering this for werewolf!scout from the monster mash au. (this is a little drabble i wrote about werewolf scout's backstory, you don't really need to read all of it, but for context- scout and reader were childhood friends, but after reader moved away scout seizes the opportunity to get back with "the one that got away") now he's forced reader to live as his mate. not much difference from human scout tbh, it's just spiced with a bit of tetro and full-moon-intensified-horniness, the emotional core/angst of the story is more about his issues regarding family/loyalty/responsibility. i hope that's all good with you, thank you so much for the request!

Title: Puppy Eyes

Character: Scout 🐇 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!)

Content Warnings: dubcon, breeding kink, yandere, tetro (mild), full moon horniness, mating press, AFAB reader, exophilia, fingering, dirty talk, abandonment issues/daddy issues scout, scout drinks reader's sweat? if that's anything?

Word Count: 3.5k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"I never wanted to kill. I am not naturally evil.

Such things I do, just to make myself attractive to you.

Have I failed?" Morrisey, The Last of the Famous International Playboys

(post 2/31 of my version of kinktober where i write whatever i want for every day of october <3)

"I-I know it's a lot- but fuck! C'mon, stay with me, just a lil more!" How many times had you heard that line tonight? You already lost count. It was so late out, the summer night sky crystal-clear as the full moon and starlight pooled through the open windows bright enough to illuminate the entire room. But you didn't want to see; all you wanted to do was bury your head under the pillows and sleep, despite knowing there was a significant chance you wouldn't get more than a wink of sleep tonight. 

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I-I'm almost there! Keep goin'!" Scout continued to try and push you on. His voice had gone hoarse and sounded winded, but he was close. You could feel his knot building, a sensation even now after so many rounds you couldn't determine to be sickening or erotic. Even if you tried to tell yourself it was gross, you'd already come twice feeling Scout grinding it against you, forcing you to lay on your belly under him with your knees bent while he humped you with his briefs still on. He was excited and wanted nothing more than to get right to pounding you into the floor, but even he couldn't entirely ignore his anxiety. It was your first night with him as a wolf, and if he messed up tonight, he knew it would take ages to make it up to you.

It was the first full moon the two of you spent under the same roof, and you knew it would be a rough night, but you had no idea Scout could be so insatiable. Scout was a braggart and a liar. When he told you about all the dirty things he fantasized about doing to you under the full moon, you thought he was trying to get a rise out of you. Needless to say, the countless hickies spotting your neck, shoulders, and tits, the bruises on your thighs and hips, and the ungodly overstimulation going on between your legs were more than enough to convince you Scout was being dead serious. Even before that, usually, Scout liked to dirty talk while he undressed you, liked to watch you get embarrassed and turned on, completely unable to hide it. But not tonight. As soon as Scout locked the door behind himself coming home, he practically jumped you, dragging you to the heaping pile of pillows and blankets in the middle of the bedroom floor you called a bed.

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't more than a little erotic to see someone so animalistic and primally lustful towards you. And though you weren't about to admit it, Scout didn't look half-bad in his wolf form. Even as a wolf, he was pretty lean, with a shaggy, deceptively soft blonde pelt and, of course, his big blue puppy eyes. Bright, excited eyes that lit up when you praised him, gave him attention, wound your fingers through his hair, anything- he couldn't get enough!

On the other hand, you were starting to fade fast and needed a break. Not only to replenish your energy, but you desperately needed to grab a towel and clean up a little. It was the full moon, and there was nothing on Scout's mind other than coming inside you, but given how many loads he was shooting off, you were physically incapable of keeping all of them inside. Resulting in sticky smears coating your back, thighs, and arms.

"Hang on, just- Jesus, Scout, will you let me get up? I just wanna wipe off a little sweat."You turned your back on Scout, about to head from the "bed" to the bathroom to grab a towel, when two clawed hands grabbed your arms from behind, keeping you in place, "I can help!" 

Before you could even ask what he meant by that, you felt the long flat of his tongue dragged over the back of your neck, collecting the wetness in his mouth before lapping his tongue out again to catch more. The feeling was terrible, but accompanied by the sound of "dog slorping" directly by your ear, made you cower forward to avoid another lick. "Scout, that's disgusting!"

"What? You taste amazing!" Completely uninhibited by your visible repulsion, he tried to lean forward for more while you struggled. 

You shouted, "Stop it!" Louder than you intended, and with a heavy sigh, he loosened his grip on your arms, allowing you to slip away, pulling away from the bed in the process, trying to ignore the light scent of dog breath clinging to your back. Scout sat back on the bed, pouting and fidgeting restlessly, visibly unhappy to see you resisting his advances. "Not tryna gross ya out-, y'know I can't help it!"

He was right, and it was tough to stay mad at him when he gave you puppy eyes, but you were too physically exhausted to let him pull you back right back into bed. 

A voice in the back of your head scolded you for having any kind of sympathy for the monster who held you captive and insisted the two of you were meant to be mates. This wasn't close to a healthy relationship, but Scout wasn't human. How could you expect him to know how to treat you like one? 

Hugging your arms around your naked body, you stepped back, "Let's just take 10, alright? Just let me get some fresh air, maybe something to drink?" 

And in the blink of an eye, Scout's ears perked up again, his tail swishing against the blankets on the floor, "You wanna snack break?" 

Nodding, you smiled a little, "Yeah, I'm just gonna take a step outside, alright? I'll meet up with you right after." 

He nodded, standing until he was towing over you. As he passed by to leave the bedroom, he put a paw-like hand on your shoulder, "Don't make me come getcha, alight?"

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you made a noise of affirmation, watching him head over to the kitchen while you pulled a loose blanket around your naked body before stepping outside to the fire escape and sitting to look up at the sky.

It felt nice to step away from the dank and musky-scented apartment, even if it was just for a few minutes. Everything leading up to tonight felt so overwhelming and confusing. You knew the first full moon you spent with Scout would be rough. And by God was it ever. You could already tell your poor, overstimulated body would be incredibly sore by morning, assuming you could get any sleep tonight, that was.

For about a month now, you were living like this, but counting the days as they passed while in captivity was difficult. The only measure of time you had at your disposal was the phases of the moon and its effect on Scout. Though it wasn't all awful, there were always those rare evenings he would offer to spend out with you. Sitting outside alone, you thought back to one specific evening out with Scout. The night he took you out to meet his mother.

Honestly, you never thought you'd hold much sympathy for the mother of the man who was planning on keeping you as his "mate." Forcing you into captivity with the final intention to make you into a monster like himself. You only agreed to meet up with him at his Ma's place for dinner because you wanted any excuse to get out of Scout's apartment. You'd bargained with him, agreeing to meet him at his mother's place for a few hours of freedom before dinner.

You never thought he'd grant you independence like this, but something about promising to willingly go with him to meet his Ma made his entire face light up with excitement. 

During those few precious moments away from Scout, you didn't even think to try and run away. It was impossible to try and escape a master predator who could track you down in a matter of minutes, and even if you could get away, what was to stop him from hurting your loved ones to get back at you for the betrayal? Instead, you simply enjoyed some fresh air, went for a long walk, and mentally psyched yourself for dinner. 

The walk to Ma's house felt nostalgic in a melancholic way. You could remember racing over to Scout's house as kids, how his Ma said the door was always open for you. She was beautiful, always kind, and made you feel at home. You couldn't understand why you never saw her husband around. But you knew better than to bring something like that up, especially whenever Scout was around.

When you showed up, you expected to see Scout open the door to greet you. But when you knocked on the front door, you heard someone from inside calling out, "It's open!" 

Timidly, you creaked the door open, still unable to shake the feeling you were dreaming of childhood and would wake up any moment. Tiptoeing your way inside, you heard an old black and white television set playing some old British thriller, the sound just as muffled by static as you remembered. The flat was less cluttered than you remembered but maintained the warmth and coziness you never forgot. 

When your eyes met Scout's Ma, you momentarily forgot the resentment you expected to feel for her, overcome by the joy of seeing an old family friend after so long. She smiled at you, her face and figure softened by years, but she was just as stunning and distinguished as you remembered, nothing less than radiant. You watched her walk from the kitchen to greet you with a warm hug, welcoming you with parental affection as though you were one of her own. For just a moment, you held onto her, suddenly choked up, realizing you could now meet her at eye level.

She pulled away gently, "Good to see ya again."

Taking a slight step back, you cleared your throat, "I apologize; I must be a bit early. I thought Scout would be here by now." You felt a touch awkward, trying to figure out what to do in the absence of Scout.

She turned to walk back to the kitchen, talking to you from over her shoulder. "He was. I sent him out for an errand run. I didn't want the boy smothering ya as soon as I walked in. Can ya come help me set the table?" 

You followed her through the kitchen, "You sent him out?" 

Scout's Ma chuckled, making you freeze up a little, taken aback by how eerily similar Scout sounded when he laughed, "He's been talkin' my ear off all damn day. I just wanted a lil peace and quiet. Can ya blame me?" 

Walking into the kitchen, you could see the small but delicious-smelling meal she prepared for the three of you to share already laid out on the table. You tried to force yourself not to stare and focus on helping her finish setting up. Still, Ma could notice you were distracted, staring off into space, caught up in your own memories. She grinned, "My boy cleaned up the place before you got in. Bless his heart, I ain't ever seen him so determined to clean all his life."

You bit down on your lower lip, unsure how to respond, keeping your gaze fixed on your hands as you laid the silverware down. Did she know about Scout keeping you like a prisoner for nearly a month now? Did she have any idea how dangerous her son really was? You had no idea. "I never thought he'd bother with that sort of thing."

You could see Scout's Ma looking up at you from your peripheral vision, but you didn't have the resolve to meet her eye. "He cares about ya. He's always cared more than he wanted anyone to know."

"So she does know?" You wondered, somewhat confident she knew much more than she was letting on. Looking at her cautiously, you took a seat. "I'm not sure I believe that. Scout's never been the "caring" type… No offense."

She had an odd, far-off look on her face as she nodded, taking a seat by you. "I understand why you'd think that. But he's been through so much; it's not easy for him to love. Not without fear."

Your brow creased, "I don't think I understand." 

She sighed through her nose, looking past you, out the window to the street beyond. "When Scout was a little boy- Every day I told him I loved him. Every day, I patched up that boy's scrapes and made sure he made it home safe every night. And he'll always be my little boy... But I can only do so much for him, y'know?"

Trying your best not to sound nosy, you responded, "What do you mean by that?"

Ma's jaw tightened slightly, her piercing eyes finally meeting yours, "I couldn't make his father stay, for one thing… And I sure as hell couldn't stop him from getting into trouble." 

"So she does know…" You thought, though, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to hate her as you thought you would. Scout's Ma couldn't control the guy any more than you could. You tried to lighten the mood a little, offering a weak smile, "Scout's a grown man now. He can handle himself just fine."

She folded her hands across her lap, sitting back in her seat a little, as though deep in thought, and trying to choose her words as carefully as possible. "Scout's a man now, but when his father left- I don't think he ever came back from that."

Leaning forward a little, you rest your hands on the table, "I thought he never knew his father?"

She nodded, "That's what he always said. I think it was the easiest way for him to cope with the disappearance." 

You were about to express your condolences, feeling quite overwhelmed with the new information, but she continued, "I can still remember how he would pretend to go to sleep, waiting to see his father again… I never had the heart to tell Scout his father was never coming back… And to be honest, without you, I think he would still be waiting."

Stiffening slightly, you asked, "What do you mean?"

Finally, she was able to look you in the eye again, appearing much less lost in her own thoughts, "I don't know how to put this, but I think the day he stopped waiting, that was when he made up his mind to become the father he never had." 

You seriously hated how much sense that made. 

Scout's Ma reached across the table, squeezing your hand with hers in a gesture of sympathy. "And there was something about the look on his face when he told me you were back in town… I think he always wanted it to be you."

You nodded. As much as you were terrified by Scout's obsession with you, the idea he'd felt this way since childhood never even occurred to you. She continued, "Believe me, I've seen him chase plenty of girls- but it was nothin' more than foolin' around, you know? Like he was waitin' for you to come back. It's like he always believed you two were meant to be."

Ever since that night, you could not get that one phrase out of your head, "As though it were meant to be…" Even now, the mere thought of it pulled at your heartstrings, doubting you had any chance to escape your destiny. Slipping back inside, you let the blanket fall from your shoulders as you sat back on the little blanket pile by Scout while he shotgunned Bonk with one hand, holding a protein bar in the other. 

Scout allowed you to settle by his side before wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. Eating seemed to mellow him somewhat, and he wasn't nearly as grabby with you as you nestled into his soft pelt. 

The wholesomeness of the moment didn't last long. As soon as Scout finished his drink, he tossed the can aside, nuzzling closer, looking at you with expectant eyes, "So you wanna…"

You met his eye, "I think I can do one more round…"

That incentive was all he needed before he was back on top, smearing your neck and chest with messy, open-mouthed kisses while he fumbled for a moment, trying to re-find his position against your body. With a bit more force than he intended, Scout pushed you back down on your back, lifting your legs with his arms. Scout got properly situated between your legs, practically shivering with excitement. "Alrighty then! One more round- gotta make it count!"

Feeling that all too familiar swelling at the base of his cock, you winced as he sunk his claws into where he was holding you up by your thighs.

For a moment, he was distracted, groping the soft skin of your thighs with his fingers, making you moan, trying to recapture his attention, "Scout- c'mon please-" A little breathy plea and sleepy bedroom eyes were all it took before Scout could feel his blood rushing straight to his cock, making it throb while his mouth began to salivate.

"God, you look hot as fuck like that!" He was already aligned to penetrate, and you felt your oversensitive nerves forced against his overheated body. "I will never get sick of seein' ya like this- Ya drive me fuckin crazy, y'know that?"

"Scout, just a little more; I can take it!" You tried to keep urging him on, but as soon as he began pushing inside, you felt your head rolling back as you forced yourself to stay nice and pliable for him. A task easier said than done. But even horny out of his mind, Scout could see you were trying your best to hang on for him and make the last round count. 

You were so good to him like that. Scout was so proud to finally call you his girl that he could hardly take it. "I'm gonna make you real proud, I promise! I'm gonna give ya a baby, a-and more! Fuck, we'll have our own pack goin' in no time!"

It was harder to follow along with what he was saying as he picked up speed, his words getting muffled by his growling and wild panting. While you felt your body being used like a toy in his crushing grip. His feral lust and size made your head spin, and as he continued to grind himself against your clit you felt another intense pressure building at the base of your spine. A pleasure which you tried desperately to ride out but hardly could on account of being unable to move against the monster above, but even without being able to stimulate yourself, once you felt his knot building up deep inside, making you come just a few intense thrusts before Scout. Forcing the two of you to remain connected until the swelling went down entirely, Scout took this opportunity to lap apologetically at some of the more intense bitemarks and bruising left on your neck.

You thought you could finally relax when you felt him finally pull out, only to be caught off guard by the feeling of his clumsy fingers trying to force the comeback inside of you without accidentally tearing you apart with his claws. Though, given the night you just endured, you doubted a few more lacerations would mean anything at this point. 

By now, your mind and body felt like two entirely different entities. You could feel a kind of queasiness of being overly filled by Scout, feeling so full you felt paralyzed from the navel down. You wouldn't be surprised if your body was rubbed bright red after hours of overstimulation, though you took immense comfort knowing the long night of passion was coming to a close. Now that Scout agreed to concede for the night, you weren't too scared to snuggle up closer to share body heat for fear of getting roped into "just one more round." 

Scout was too tuckered out to think of asking for any more, and he felt more spent than ever before, the sensation as exhausting as it was euphoric. He watched your limp body latch onto his chest, grinning like an idiot, feeling your fingers getting lost in the dense fur of his pelt. Better than making love under a full moon after dreaming of this his entire life, being able to hold you close made his heart swell. Scout felt so protective to keep you close like this. Cradling you, his baby, while you held a baby of your own, or so he liked to think.

Even though he knew you were probably already asleep by this point, Scout pressed his forehead to the top of your head, whispering, "Ma loves ya, and she's been on my back asking' about grandkids… I'm not tryna pressure you or nothin', but- I mean, I just wanna say- you're gonna fit in perfect with the rest of the family. I know it."

Even if you couldn't hear him say it, to say all that out loud while holding you close felt like a dream come true, and he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do to protect this dream.

#x reader #anonymous #request #yandere #self ship #yandere x reader #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 scout #monster x reader #monster bf #team fortress 2 x reader #dirty talk #mild tetro #exophilia #breedingkink #mating press #monster x human #werewolf boyfriend #monster mash au #kinktober

[lix88888]

Oh i see... I've been thinking about It and the idea of Ink's backstory being some kind of metaphor of immigration has stuck to me a lil!/pos

Because you know, he's born and from _____!take (just like his family), 'decides' to leave his home place to search for a new life in a very distant 'land', changes his name ('ink' is canonically not his real name), changes his apperance,etc...

There's also the fact that 'maybe' Ink has a sense of shame from were he's born/from and tries to hide it is somehow.......

It is very intriguing, and I am starting to like it too! It would be a perfect opportunity for a story, of how Ink learns about his past, sees his AU, realizes what he has done, and then works to hide it from his friends.

Not only is he soulless, already different (and ashamed), but he also comes from... nothing. He is nothing. And if his friends found out he was not only unable to understand emotions, but also nothing, then they wouldn't want him anymore.

This is, of course, the biggest error in judgement he will ever make, because Dream and Blue love him a whole lot and would never think less of him for this, buuuuut... Ink is a dummie in this case.

#undertale #ink sans #dream sans #underswap sans #lix writes

[sneakyguest]

Software Instability:

I’ve been thinking a lot about Connor’s software instability lately. What exactly is it? Is he consciously aware that it is occurring? Does CyberLife know that it’s occurring?

“Adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features” *winky face* - Connor

My favorite lil headcanon is that what makes Connor so state-of-the-art is this software. A “learning” software. His processors are undergoing a constant evaluation of every action, inaction, emotion, and language (body and spoken-word) from the humans he interacts with or even just observes passively.

He is constantly learning how to tailor his own responses to those around him. And the information this software compiles will allow him to more accurately predict the behaviors and best approach with even strangers.

This is why he goes from a clunky, socially awkward, little robot, to seeming emotional and human. (Connor sitting in the chair vs Connor sitting on the desk is such a beautiful example of this!) This software is why he seems so different and human compared to every other (non-deviant) android we see.

But what about the software instability?

This instability is obviously being triggered by Connor committing or experiencing an act of empathy. (Not going to really touch on the utter falsehood that empathy is a human emotion. Blah, blah, blah. We can’t rewrite the canon, I guess.) So canon is that: empathy = human. Empathy = deviancy.

I’ve come up with a little idea that the software instability is a little string of errors in the coding of this ‘socially adaptive’ software program. Connor is completing actions (or experiencing emotions) that he functionally should not be able to do. Even something as small as putting a fish back in its tank. Androids are only so autonomous, and Connor is essentially deviating a little bit from the concrete perimeters and limitations of his software.

Is he aware of these instabilities? No. He self-tests regularly and he knows what he is and what he is not, remember! He is aware of his actions of course. He is confused by his actions. (Why did you let the Tracis live? Why didn’t you shoot Chloe? etc) But I don’t think he is aware that these actions are creating the errors in his software. If he knew, I don’t think (up until he deviates for realsies) that he wouldn’t alert CyberLife immediately about this issue in an attempt to get himself “repaired”. He is a good boy after all!

Is CyberLife aware of it? Yes and no. Connor is a prototype and he’s the most advanced functional android CyberLife has ever created. If his social software is new and untested they’re going to want to monitor it/him closely. Gotta fix all of those dangerous little bugs before they roll out the mass-produced final product. (Baby Nines!)

This is where I deviate into a little bit of crack:

I think these errors in his code are being made unreadable to both Connor the techs at CyberLife. That it is little strings of error code that is encrypting itself. Hiding the action (or emotion) behind a cipher, essentially. So the action: Connor picks up the fish and puts it back in the tank, will become an encrypted error in his script. Like a virus; it hides itself to protect itself.

You can read on paper that there was a script error at X moment, but you’re unable learn what it was. And any subsequent tests performed on his software will ping as functioning normally. Like when you have a little benign growth. It’s there but it seemingly isn’t disturbing the function of any part of you.

So:

Chalk it up to user error or maybe the limitations of the technology. Plenty of horrible things have ended up happening because people ignored the red flags... If Connor is behaving normally and his program isn’t reading any critical error codes then why bother digging too deep into these little innocuous script errors? Stopping the spread of deviancy is urgent and Connor is the only tool at their disposal right now.

Idk how readable this really is. The nauseous anxiety over going to work tomorrow is really kicking in! I’m just having a lot of fun speculating. :)

#Detroit: Become Human #DBH Connor #CyberLife #DBH Meta

[fluffallamaful]

Hear me out, gummy Karl. He's got the swirl on his belly and it's definitely ticklish as heck. I imagine that in his gummy form Karl can't really talk, kind of like blob Dream. I can see his noodle limbs getting all curly when someone hits a spot he really enjoys. I also hc that Karl becomes gummy when he's very tired or very emotional.

Sad gummy Karl will always be the target of his fiancés finest cheer up tickles.

Angry gummy Karl just needs one tickly lap around his swirl to become giggly and cuddly again

Tired gummy Karl will all but literally melt into soft tickles for relaxation.

But also he loves to help his loves out. Quackity stressed from elections or work on LN? Gummy Karl will happily drape across his lap to be a squeaky stress relief. Sap angry or upset? Gummy Karl will be quick to playfully provoke him into a better mood once by wrecking Karl for being a pest.

But of course he can be mischievous too. Going into gummy form to annoy Quackity by being tall.

Messing up Saps training by cheating during sparring; wrapping his noodle self around him

Following the gang to watch manhunt and tripping Dream or the hunters.

Rearranging blocks on Foolish's builds

Following Punz around knowing the mercenary wants to be alone.

I think that gummy Karl has high potential as both ler and lee. He's a devious lil guy.

-Azure Giggles

okzhxghss i LOve the tickly swirrrlll :((( do you recon it’s fuzzy like his merch? like js it just fun to trace in general? and also AHhh the curly noodles arms absjx 😭 like twisting in on themselves when the ler hits a good spot.

(discussion below)

🦙🦙🦙…

i love the idea of sap and quackity finding gummy karl just all curled in on himself and mopey :(( like arms wrapped around himself twice for comfort :(( and they just scoop him up and ask him what’s wrong and be so gentle with him. it’s kinda cute that while all curled up like this, his swirl would be buried, and so there would have to be so much convincing to let them trace it which is just adorable.. like “Cmon Karl.. let us see your swirl..” all teasy and sweet

i for some reason also adore the image of sap and karl sparring and karl just being gummy and wrapping himself around sap like a big noodle monster. and then also adore sap being unable to fight back (coz karl’s noodle arms have his arms pinned to his side) and then just having to endure a tickle/kissy attack from karl AH

gummy karl as a provoker 🥺 like those streams where he just constantly plays hide and seek with foolish? so like stealing foolish’s stuff and then hiding away. maybe even lying on top of foolish’s build so foolish can’t place blocks. so foosh has to tickle him out the way. also just tickling him until he promises to stop being a menace, but that only egging karl on more

🦙🦙🦙…

#so cuteeeeeee #ahhhhh #thank you for waitinggggg #azuregiggles #llamas concepts #llama asks #lee!karl #ler!karl

[aetherarf]

omg im love w your blog!!! 😭😭😭 (you won me the moment you said you like heavy angst bc i LOVE it. 👌🏻) can you write something angst with childe, zhongli, kaeya ​​and diluc where the reader finds out shes pregnant and is happy and excited to tell her partner but he doesn't take it very well? as if the baby was going to spoil his plans or they were not comfortable with the idea. (and yes, please, you can exaggerate the sadness if you want)

> and as im a lover of sad and painful things, if you can skip a time later where the reader loses the baby and how they would react to it. (It's ok if you don't want it!! I'll love what you can give me!) anyways, have a nice day and be safe!! 🥺<3

Of course! However, I'm going to have it be AFAB!Reader, and using gender neutral language... not everyone who can get pregnant is a girl, you know? Plus gender neutral language can refer to anyone ever.

But ty for your kind words, and here you go <3!

[[ WARNING: ANGST, PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE, INJURY ]]

[[ Summary: You're pregnant! And you're so happy to be bringing a little bundle of joy into the world with your lover... but they aren't so happy. Worse still, it turns out that little bundle of joy never get to see the light of day, not even for a moment.

Total Word Count: 2'521

Childe Word Count: 680

Diluc Word Count: 809

Kaeya Word Count: 528

Zhongli Word Count: 504 ]]

Childe

When he had come home, there was a meal cooked, his favorite alcohol, and you were dolled up, dressed up to look perfect--He could tell you were preparing something. Seeing you standing there, back to him, he walked over and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder,

"So, what's the occasion? Or are you just so madly in love with me you have to spoil me?" He teased. You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it down to your stomach, leaning back a little bit into him--his eyes widened before you spoke, and you confirmed the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind-

"You're going to be a father."

In a fit of excitement, he scooped you up, holding you close and pressing kisses to your face, nuzzling up to you in excitement--"I'm gonna be a daddy!" He chirped, "Oh, oh, if it's a boy we're calling him lil Ajax, promise me he'll be my little Ajax Junior?" He asked, excited.

Through the night, the two of you had already been gushing out with countless ideas, about names, about the possibility of twins, more than a few crass jokes from Childe, until the two of you went to bed...

And when you were sound asleep in his arms... he was given a chance to think.

And it hit him.

He was not only making you more of a target to anyone who despised the Fatui, or himself personally... But...

Was he ready to be a dad?

He was gone all the time.

Was he... ready...?

His excitement turned to dread. Only after the initial shock, did he realize that... no, no, this was awful.

As quietly as he could, he sobbed into your shoulder, desperately trying to not wake you up. He was... terrified.

He had not known terror before, because this was not something he could kill and be done with.

Desperately, he tried to delude himself into thinking everything would be okay, to keep a smile on his face. When you called him out for his oddness, he confessed only a fraction of the truth, "I guess there's just.. a lot of feelings going on, you know?" He asked, the shrugged to himself. "I just need a little time before I'm settled with the idea."

He wasn't sure if he'd be okay with it at all. He felt like a child himself... Could he raise anything without destroying it? Even his own siblings... he stayed away just to keep them sane. He was nothing but a danger to them. He couldn't neglect his own child...

One day, he came home...and you weren't there. Probably just doing something on your own, he didn't really care, just sort of minding his own business, doing some cleaning since there was always something he could at least polish up when trying to burn time.

And there was a knock on the front door. He opened it, and there was a panicked Fatui messenger.

"Your-Your, uh, partner. They-They got into a bad fight, and they were... hospitalized."

Never had he run so fast in his life to find you. When he saw you, you were covered in bruises, black and blue, and a few bandaged cuts. He sat beside your bed, holding your hand, "... Talk to me," he pleaded, unable to hide his cracking voice.

"It's dead," you said, weakly. He shook his head, not understanding,

"What do you mean?"

"I'm... okay. But... Ajax," you whimpered, looking at him, having already cried every tear out of your body, "Our baby."

It hit him.

"I got hit in the stomach."

"Oh... Oh no, babe, love... nono..." He tried to hug you as best as he could without hurting you...

But... was it bad of him to be relieved? He knew this would happen... he knew you were in pain, but... he'd rather have an unborn infant he had never met die compared to a child he held and loved.

He'd still stay there with you, but he only wished he could fix it. Not everything could be killed with brute violence.

Diluc

"Diluc... I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father."

Diluc's face paled. The first thought that hit his head was his death, leaving you and your currently unborn child to suffer alone... or worse.

He couldn't be a father, he-he... He wasn't mean to be part of a family. He lost his father, his mother, Kaeya... Even the Knights, that at one point he could have called family, have left... Or he left them, knowing that he simply couldn't exist around them.

Your once ecstatic and happy face fell... Sure, the two of you only, idly, had spoken about the possibility of children... and you didn't mean to get pregnant, but you wanted a child.

It seems Diluc did not exactly share your feelings.

"I'm going to bed," he said, standing up suddenly, feeling like he was about to fall over.

"Is this news... really so horrible?" You asked, no small amount of pain... and he sighed.

"I... don't know how to deal with it. I need time to think."

You knew it was a big thing... you'd give him time. After all, in the end, Diluc was a good man. He did the best he could and took care of those he cared for, even if he didn't want a child, he would take care of them... and, of course, you.

The next day, he was no better, he looked at your sleeping form, your stomach, and from pure distress and terror, he had left to go to the bathroom, just to vomit pure acid, trying to hide how tears poured under the guise of being sick, of being in pain.

How could he be a father?

The next few weeks were tense, and his gaze would linger on your stomach...

By the end of the first month, he set his hand on your stomach... with a small, vulnerable smile.

"I'm excited," he finally said, rubbing your stomach that was barely any larger than normal... "I'm afraid, but... I'm excited for our baby."

You cried, and he did too, holding each other as you cried. Exciting, concerning... hopeful, there was so many emotions, but in the end, you slept happily.

Things would be okay. Diluc would make a family he couldn't lose.

Each month, Diluc would fuss more and more. He desperately tried to help when you were sick, from morning sickness, giving you massages when your body was aching from the new weight, the new life inside you.

Whenever he was sitting next to you, or lying beside you, especially as your stomach grew, he always had a hand on it. On the fifth month, when he felt the baby kick, he looked at you with a smile wider than you had ever seen before, excited like a young child getting its first toy.

He spent the next two hours pressing kisses to your rounded belly, whispering to the baby as though it could hear him.

By the sixth month, was when it happened. The two of you were talking, standing in the kitchen as you talked about what to make for dinner, and you felt it-Water flushing from you, soaking your clothes and making a mess on the floor. Diluc stared at you, shocked, and you felt the worst pain in your life--

"Diluc," You half collapsed in his arms, "I-I think I'm in labor," you said, with no small amount of horror.

It was supposed to be three months, but Diluc didn't question that, even if he was aware something very, very wrong. He brought you all the way to the Cathedral, and the Sisters, too, were in shock when you had told them. Moved to a back room, away from prying eyes, Diluc didn't let go of your hand as you tried to push...

For hours, you sat there, tears in your eyes, "Diluc," you sobbed, weakly, "I'm so tired."

"You can do it," he reassured, "I promise you, you can do it."

Finally, the baby was out. However, the sisters had taken the baby somewhere, you and Diluc sitting there, you exhausted, and Diluc terrified. Finally... Barbara walked in, tears in her eyes.

"... Your baby is dead." She said, "I'm sorry for your loss. Would you-Would you like to see them, or..."

You only began to cry, weakly.

"No," Diluc said, not wanting to look at the corpse of the child he failed to father, "But... can the Sisters arrange a burial?" He asked, trying to stop himself from losing it. Barbara nodded.

"Of course," She said, "I will leave you two be." She walked off, leaving the room as she tried not to cry for your loss.

He held you, and you both sobbed.

Once again, the Family that Diluc could never have, one he fought for with tooth and nail, was taken from him again.

At least he still had you.

Kaeya

"Fucking paperwork," he grumbled, detesting how everything had an absurd about of work to do. No wonder they were always overworked...

He'd rather be, who knows, hunting some monsters or getting some time off, sitting in the Angel's Share with you on his lap...

Huh.

That sounded really nice right about now.

Just as he returned to his work, ceasing to think of you, you knocked on his office door and practically burst right in, an excited look on your face.

"Oh, what's got you so happy?" He asked, leaning back in his seat and he grinned, watching you walked around his desk, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I have some news~" You said, in a singsongy voice, and he tugged on your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "So, tell me, don't make me wait with baited breath, I'll probably suffocate," He teased, sweetly.

You tugged him close, speaking in a low whisper right into his ear-- "I'm pregnant."

He was glad you weren't looking at his face, with the horror on his face. He was able to put on a mask of excitement, as fake as it felt, when you leaned back, looking at his expression, and he held you close, pressing his lips to yours.

"I'd say let's go celebrate, but I guess you can't have wine anymore."

You huffed, "We can celebrate in a different way."

In the end, the two of you went to the Angel's Share, the two of you deciding to keep it a secret for a little longer.

That night, while you cuddled up to him, he lie in bed, unable to close his eye, staring blankly...

Terrified.

As time passed, you had hit halfway through your second month. Kaeya still insisted that you keep it a secret-- "It's more fun if some people have a suspicious feeling, and then it's so exciting when you do tell them."

He was just too afraid to tell the world thus far. You had mostly agreed, but you were excited... you wanted to tell.

"I want to talk about this more," you admitted, "But I need to get a check-up for our little baby," you patted your tummy gently, and he pressed a kiss to your temple,

"Alright," he dreaded that conversation, "You go be safe."

"I will."

He sat silently, on the bed, blankly staring forth. What was he supposed to do...? To even think?

He was so scared.

He was able to hear you before he saw you, hear the sounds of your sobbing, and as he turned to see you, you jumped into his arms, openly crying. Somehow--he could tell your stomach was... smaller. If only a little.

"You were right to not tell anyone," you whimpered, weakly. He gently rubbed your back,

"What do you mean?" He asked, softly.

"I... I had a miscarriage."

He felt elated, but also so, so terribly guilty.

But he knew, with everything... It was for the best.

"I'm so sorry," he said, softly, holding you close, "Tell me--what can I do to make this better?"

"I don't know, I don't know," you sobbed, broken and weak.

For now, he'd just hold you.

Zhongli

With a wide smile and bright eyes, you told him: "I'm pregnant!"

Zhongli gasped in surprise, for a brief second, he was only pleased, his hands almost touching your stomach... then he recoiled, pulling back, hesitant... And he looked down and away.

"... Love," he said softly, "You are aware I am still an adeptus." He said, gently. You didn't understand,

"Of course, but... there's Ganyu, and Yanfei, they're both half-adeptus, half-human... Isn't this fine?"

He was quiet for a moment, sighing. "Yanfei's and Ganyu's adeptus parents were mammals. I... Was not-You understand, I was one a dragon of the earth, correct?" He asked,

"Of course, I wouldn't forget anything like that."

"Normal half-adeptus children already have problems, but one who is a dragon..."

He looked away, thinking.

"Are you sure you're not just afraid? It's okay to be afraid." You reassured, reaching out and holding his hand.

He was not afraid.

He was simply certain. The idea-The idea of having a child, a little bounding bundle of joy that would giggle as he tickled them, seeing their beautiful, adorable little smile that held features of you and himself...

How idealistic. But he had endured tragedy before, and he will endure it again.

This will only be another agony. If, perhaps, he was in his original mating season, having gone through it delicately how it was meant to, rather than pure chance and accident... Then there was hope.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Perhaps I am."

The days passed, and he would admit, he was shocked to see that your menstruation cycle had stopped--oh, period. People called it periods more commonly. Good to know.

And your stomach grew, you demanded him to touch your stomach, of which he would not argue, listening to your hopeful words.

You felt a pain in your stomach--naturally, you would be in pain.

You had left to go get it checked, to see why there would be pain, and what issue there would be for your child.

Alone, he curled up in bed and sobbed, unable to save you from this tragedy, sobbing pathetically in desperation, where no one, not, even you, could see his pain.

You did not come back that day, but you returned the second, pale and sickly, with bandages around your stomach. You collapsed into your arm,

"They... they had to do an emergency surgery," you wept weakly, too exhausted to sob, "It was... dead... and hurting-killing me."

He nodded. He knew this.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, softly, "I'm sorry, love."

"I just... I just want a family... Something to call my own."

Zhongli was quiet for a moment. Both of you had time before his original cycle would come in line...

Maybe-maybe, through an odd union of human and dragon, you could give him this family. But it would be a long, long conversation, and you would need to wait well beyond your wounds.

Oh, but your pain... how could he endure.

He would have to find a way.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #diluc #childe #zhongli #angst #angsty bark #pregnancy tw #bark writes #request #anonymous #// ended up being sorta short but #// the more ppl you request #// the shorter the wor k will be #// this took me #// so long

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How about a MC who said something really unsensitive without noticing and then feels really bad about it and just wallops on their sadness? (Instead/before apologizing)

this is such an interesting prompt, very human. maybe that’s why I like it so much

imma make up lil scenarios to go with each of the m6 cuz depending on what MC says and the context in which they say it they could get all sorts of reactions

Asra

(picking up around the shop, you grow frustrated knowing Asra made most of the mess because he never puts anything away. He comes down the stairs, just waking up, and asks if you need any help. You say, “You should be the one cleaning. Did no one ever teach you how to pick up after yourself?”)

goes quiet, deathly quiet, and instantly you know you shouldn’t have said that. He watches you with wide eyes, unable to hide his surprise, or his hurt. Sadness slowly creases his brow. Your heart sinks with the corners of his mouth.

jumps in before you get the chance to say anything, insisting you’re right, he needs to be more considerate of you and your time/space. He apologizes sincerely and promises to do better, then urges you toward the stairs to go up and rest while he finishes cleaning. Reluctantly, you leave him to it, but with each step your words weigh you down further and further.

knows you spoke thoughtlessly and understands why you said what you did, though it still stings. Mostly he’s upset that he upset you. After everything he’s done, the least he can do is keep your shop clean. He works sullenly, sniffling and sighing to himself, unaware you’re doing the same thing as you sit at the table upstairs and overthink every last syllable.

goes up to check on you once he’s done, not expecting you to lunge at him and tell him how sorry you are, how you should have never said that, how you promise to never say anything like it again. He forgives you immediately. You’re both so relieved, you stand there a moment just holding each other, laughing and crying and agreeing you will always be useless with conflict when it comes to each other.

Nadia

(in the midst of planning for the masquerade, you and Nadia discuss the logistics of a new room idea she suggested. Executing the idea would require a not insignificant amount of mechanical engineering, and Nadia tells you she wants to build it herself. You say, “I don’t know, I think we should hire a real engineer for a project this big.”

raises her eyebrows at you, momentarily lost for words. The shadows of many emotions pass over her face, but in the end she settles on something like disappointment. Voice tight, she asks if you mean to say you don’t view her as a “real” engineer. It strikes you just how poorly you chose your words. You backpedal hard and tell her that’s not at all what you meant, you’re just worried she’s being a bit overambitious.

processes this a moment, disappointment deepening. She doesn’t quite meet your eye as she thanks you for your honesty. You move on uneasily, wanting to explain yourself further but not knowing how. Nadia excuses herself not long after, claiming she has some business she wants to take care of before dinner. Helplessly, you sit and watch her leave.

throws herself into whatever work she can find, desperate for a distraction, but continues to dwell on what you said. She can’t help but feel hurt by the implication that you don’t take her hard-earned skills seriously; she may not be a “professional,” but you’ve seen what she can build, and she’s no amateur. Why wouldn’t you have more faith in her? She chews on this question while you rip yourself to shreds in the privacy of your room. You know you oughta go find her and clear this up before it snowballs, but how are you supposed to face her after an absolute bonehead move like that? You both end up stewing in your feelings until dinner.

takes her usual seat next to you, bearing the awkward tension like a true diplomat. There’s no easy way to break the ice; you think you might explode before you get the chance. She asks you to pass the salt, and that’s all it takes to make you spill your guts, a rambling, stream-of-consciousness apology she can only quiet by taking and squeezing your hand. You look at her, she smiles at you, radiant beyond all belief, saying she forgives you, but she would like to have a longer conversation about it. You talk all through dinner, and dessert, and post-dessert wine until neither of you remember how it all started.

Julian

(as you unwind for the night, Julian brings you a cocktail he claims to have invented himself. You take the drink warily and ask if this one actually tastes good, to which he replies you should take a sip and find out. Shrugging, you say, “Alright, but if this kills me, the blood’ll be on your hands.”)

snatches the drink away from you before it even grazes your lips. He clutches it to his chest, saying he knows it’s silly, since he’s the one who prepared the drink and all, so he knows it’s fine, but just the thought of losing you to something HE did is unbearable. He’d never forgive himself if he betrayed you that way… again. Your blood runs cold as it dawns on you what he means. You haven’t thought about that in ages.

pardons himself to fix you something else, regardless of your protests. You have a lot of time to think while he’s out of the room, a lot of time to feel like the scum of the earth for dredging up such a terrible memory. You wonder if you’ll ever learn to think before you speak. There’s a rain cloud hanging over your head by the time Julian returns. He hands you your new drink, you slam back half of it without flinching.

seems equal parts concerned and impressed. He asks if you’re okay, you insist you’re fine. You ask if he’s okay. He pauses, caught off-guard by the question, like usual. Eventually he says he thinks he is okay, so long as you are. You finish your drink and admit you’re not okay, and that you’re a horrible person. Somehow you both feel you’ve had this conversation before, just backwards.

is much more equipped to deal with himself than he realizes, wrapping you up in his arms and asking why you would say that about yourself. With some prodding, you explain everything and ultimately apologize. Julian is surprised because he didn’t think you had anything to apologize for, but he accepts it nonetheless, saying it’s sweet of you to worry so much over his feelings. You tell him his feelings will always be a top priority, and the rest of the night passes in a vague blur. There was a LOT more alcohol in that drink than you thought.

Muriel

(following the first snow of the season, clearing the walkways around the hut quickly devolves into a lighthearted snowball fight. Muriel throws one that accidentally pegs you in the face. He runs over to make sure you’re okay, and laughing, you say, “Yes, you big brute, I’m fine!”)

freezes up in the middle of wiping the snow off you, pulling his hands back suddenly, jerkingly, like he was caught doing something he knows he shouldn’t do. He looks like he’s been slapped hard across the face, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Regret strikes you in the stomach as he mumbles how sorry he is.

doesn’t seem to believe you when you say it’s okay, you didn’t mean it in a bad way. He heaves a great sigh and steps back toward the snowy wood, apologizing again. You ask what he’s doing, he says he needs to take a walk, alone, and you should warm up inside in the meantime. He disappears between the trees before you can stop him. You stand there awhile, unable to decide if you should follow his tracks or not.

wanders the forest in circles for a couple hours, feeling like garbage, which funnily enough is the exact same thing you’re doing. Muriel thankfully leaves obvious tracks, but his legs are much longer than yours, so you don’t have much hope of catching up to him. You use this time to reflect and punish yourself. What if you just ruined everything? All those months spent gently coaxing Muriel out of his shell, undermined in a matter of seconds. The cold nips at your face and ears. It’s so uncomfortable, but you feel like you might deserve it.

panics hard when he returns to the hut and you’re not there. His first excruciating thought is that you packed up and left him, but none of your things are missing. You wouldn’t leave without your things, would you? His next thought is that something might have happened to you. Overwhelmed with desperation, he rushes out the door calling your name. You emerge from the woods, sniffling and shivering, just as he’s preparing to run in, and he cannot get to you fast enough. He crushes you in the softest hug. It takes a minute to realize you’re both crying. You tell Muriel you’re sorry, you’re so sorry. He picks you up and carries you inside, and you have a good cathartic talk about it cuddled up in front of the fireplace.

Portia

(you wake up to Portia kissing your face and telling you a letter from Asra has arrived. She sets the letter on your chest, then picks it up a beat later, asking if you want her to read it to you. You don’t feel awake enough yet, so you roll over and say, “I know how to read, dear, I’ll get to it later.”)

gasps involuntarily, as if she’s been stung. It’s so quiet you hardly notice, and seeing as you’re already dozing off again, you don’t think too much of it. You feel the bed shift. As she walks away you swear you hear her mumble something under her breath, but once again, you don’t think much of it. You’re asleep within minutes.

isn’t around when you wake up and realize she totally called you an asshole as she left. It doesn’t take you long to figure out why. You wanna blame your thoughtlessness on being half awake, but that’s really no excuse. She’s probably so pissed. Convinced she must have gone out to get away from you, you bury your face in the pillows to sulk.

walks into the room maybe half an hour later and completely ignores you, much to your dismay. She pulls open a few drawers, tinkers with this and that. You wonder if you could pretend to still be asleep, would she even notice? She chooses that moment to turn and look you directly in the eye, pinning you with her gaze. She offers two vials and asks if you could tell her what they are, since you’re so good at reading. It feels like a punch to the gut, though you know she could punch you much harder than that.

does look mad, but not entirely. It’s hard to take her scowl seriously when her lower lip trembles like that. You sit up, and the first thing out of your mouth is, rightfully, an apology. You explain how you didn’t mean to say it at her like an insult, but now you know you just shouldn’t have said it at all. If you could take it back, you would. Before you can ask if she’ll ever find it in her heart to forgive you, she tackles you flat onto the mattress, blubbering about how she’s so glad you weren’t serious because she just hates being mad at you. You wrap her up in the tightest embrace you can, telling her that you’re glad, too.

Lucio

DISCLAIMER: I don’t like this guy, I think he sucks and I don’t wanna take him seriously, so I won’t <3

(while gathering useful info from traveling merchants, Lucio makes an ass of himself by pulling the ‘don’t you know who I am?’ card. The merchants then refuse to buy anything off you, and as they leave, you turn to lucio and say, “It’s no wonder your mother doesn’t love you.”)

cannot BELIEVE you would say something like that to him. He gasps so long and so loud you think (hope) he might run out of air, but he bounces right back and accuses you of being jealous. Jealous of what, you may ask? Of how great he is, of course. You laugh openly as he claims to have never done anything in his whole life to deserve this.

gets defensive when you remind him that, not two hours ago, he called a tiny orphan girl a slur because she accidentally tripped over his cape. He says that obviously didn’t count because the orphan started it. You ask if he often gets sucked into battle with five year olds and he tells you to forget it,

continues to whine about it when you hit the road. He must love the sound of his own complaining, something you cannot relate to in the slightest. You finally snap at him once you stop to make camp for the night, saying he either needs to shut the hell up or sleep outside without a blanket.

scoffs and says you wouldn’t dare kick him out into the cold. In fact, he dares you! His smug smile drops when he remembers you can use magic and he can’t. After ten minutes locked outside the tent, he snivels that he’s sorry for being annoying and begs you to let him in. You do, reluctantly, but only after making him repeat some phrases so embarrassing he can’t even look at you for the rest of the night, and the silence is blissful.

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana game #the arcana muriel #the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana asra #the arcana portia #ask #anon #thanks for the request btw I really appreciate it #I promise I’m still working on requests I’m just very slow and bad at thinking

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Hi! If your still taking requests could you write one for Dogma? Maybe after Umbara and he’s having a court martial with the sentence ending up being wiping his memory and the reader somehow breaks him out of prison or something like that sorry if this doesn’t make any sense xD.

always

Dogma x gn!Reader; post umbara feels | w/c: 562

Warnings: a lil angst and fluff, k-word x2!

A/N: hehe the clones are my babies and dogma and fox are just misunderstood! hope you like it <3

He calls your name. It's soft, and yet, sounds so harsh against the quiet of his cell. A moment of peace before the coming sorrow.

You raise your head to look at him, glassy eyes that he swears he could see his reflection in. You're sitting on the floor with your arms wrapped around your knees, he mimics your position next to you, on the other side of the ray shield that makes up his cell.

'You'll be okay,' he tells you, though the words feel meaningless, a sad attempt to ask you to move on, to be happy. There's no hope in his tone.

You shake your head and sniffle, unable to hide your emotional distress. 'This is wrong,' you protest, it is the only thing you're certain of.

'If I had thought differently I wouldn't be here,' he sighs. It sounds like he's saying that to himself more than to you.

'You didn't do anything wrong,' you exclaim, hands flailing up as you speak, 'everything you did was for the Republic!' You're exasperated, desperate, and it seems like you're the only one who is unwilling to accept his fate.

'I betrayed my brot—'

'You were following orders'

'I killed the Ge—'

'Rex was going to kill him anyways.'

He doesn't respond. You have no idea what else to say. Everything is a call to the Maker saying, please, don't take him away from me.

He turns his body to face yours now. 'It doesn't change anything. I won't...it's not like they're gonna kill me. We can start again.'

'It won't be the same,' you mumble, eyes avoiding his.

'Please talk to me,' he begs as if the last time he'll ever look at you. Deep down, he believes it is, 'We can't escape this.'

Your head snaps to his, and he almost thinks he's gotten through your denial. But when he sees the way your eyes glint with the signs of a smirk, oh no, he's enabled a monster.

He says your name sternly, attempting to pull you back to the region of logical thinking, rationality. But he should also know better, that your impulsivity and passion for him can spiral and fuse together.

'Don't even think about it.' His demand is authoritative, but he can't help the slight elevation in his tone as he watches his love pull themselves together.

But it's too late, you've already pushed yourself off the ground. You hide your surveyance of the room by pacing back and forth, avoiding drawing suspicion to the plan you're formulating in your head..

You look at him again, moving closer to the barrier, 'Do you trust me?'

He opens his mouth to answer you, it's an easy question, but the words get caught in his throat. Instead, 'I can't let you do this for me,' his voice is rough, but conveying love nonetheless, 'In what universe could I ever drag you down with me?'

'And in what universe could I let you go through this alone?' you retort, the confidence in the way you deliver the response is negated by the obvious tears threatening to spill. 'Do you trust me?' your voice is more severe as you punctuate each word.

He doesn't hesitate this time. A breathless whisper, 'Always.'

Your lips curl upwards in a smirk, eyes lighting up with hope.

'Then I'm getting you out of here.'

#mtoothfics #star wars x reader #clone wars x reader #clone wars x you #clone wars fic #clones x you #501st battalion #501stlegion #umbara arc #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper dogma x reader #dogma x reader #dogma x you #tcw dogma #the clone wars dogma

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Small Reminders

Word count: 3306

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Warning: Some talk of low self-esteem. Delia being a sweetheart. 

Prompts requested: 3 “Just kiss me”, 7 “While they all fall in love with her smile, she waits for one who will fall in love with her scars,”

A/N: Two in one day? What is this madness! Wonderful Anon, enjoy love x

Thanks @imnotasuperhero​ for editing, boo x

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @saucy-sapphic @coconutlipss @creepingwolfberry @muted-stoneheart @chewbacca0805 @witchxaf​ 

Prompts 3, 7

Being one of the only mature students at the academy, made you feel very intimidated and insecure about your abilities as a growing witch. Learning the craft at such an older age meant that the other girls at the academy were very wary around you, as if waiting for you to blow over with this built up power that you never had the chance to unlock. It made you fidgety at first, knowing that eyes were constantly staring at you as if you were this unique creature. 

“How can you go this long without realising the power you possess,” 

“Is she even a witch?” 

You’ve come to ignore the blatant stares and the not so subtle comments wanting to harness your powers into something far more interesting, like manipulating Madison into being overly flirtatious with Zoe to confuse the innocent couple knowing from the rumour mill about their past ‘interests’ with Kyle. You smirk, remembering how during a salty argument between the two girls Madison had reached over and kissed Zoe on her cheek before stepping back horrified by the action, while Zoe blushed red in response. You had hid your amusement behind your open book just as Cordelia Goode had walked into the room, her eyes seeking out your own as if already knowing the cause of such awkwardness and if the twitch of her lips were any indication, she also shared in your amusement. You blush slightly, thinking of the certain blonde head witch, your supreme. 

Cordelia Goode had seeked you out along with her confidant Myrtle Snow after hearing about your small incident with a fire at your country home. She had such kind eyes, the ones you would seek out when in need of comfort. She whispered soft words of reassurance, letting you know you weren’t going crazy. Her touch was soft against your skin that day, tracing along your cheekbones, the touch grounding you leaning into her offered touch.

“You’re safe now, Y/N. Let us take care of you, darling girl.” She had said, her smile bright and easy that it could single handedly stop any war or conflict. She was the most incredible person you had ever met. 

That was over four months ago and you had grown closer to the older woman, seeking out her guidance whenever you were struggling. The others would tease you about your closeness with the supreme but you would argue back that she was just as close to Misty Day as she was you. You would blame it on the similar ages between you three, but you knew that your feelings for the powerful witch were more than just platonic. It only grew with each passing touch on your shoulder, the secret smile and wink she would send to you at the dinner table while the others chatted amongst themselves. 

You continued to think about that particular thought as you grinded down the now dried out herbs in the greenhouse. Apart from the library, this was your favourite place to come and unwind, clearing your thoughts as you worked. The sound of the glass door opening startles you from your work, making you drop the mortar onto the floor with a clang. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Here, let me get the broom and pan.” Delia’s concerned voice rushes, as she makes her way further into the greenhouse heading for the broom to clean up the now broken mortar. You go to protest, trying to justify that it was your fault as you dropped the damn thing. She shakes her head not wanting to hear it. 

“No, it was my fault for startling you while you worked, darling. Let me get this cleaned up and then we can talk.” She informs, making you blush at her pet name for you. You crotch to join her with cleaning up the small broken piece much to her disapproving look. As you pick up the pieces and place them into the dustpan you feel her gaze flickering between your face and the task at hand, sensing her nervousness already. 

“Are you okay, Delia? What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” You ask, taking the initiative to start the conversation. Placing the broken pieces in the pan on top of the table, Delia turns towards you and clasps both your hands in between her own, that breathtaking smile appearing onto her soft features. 

“I have some good news. How do you feel about teaching a class this afternoon? Just some of the basics. It will show the younger girls just how much you’ve come along. A true inspiration.” She gushes, excitement evident in her big dark eyes as they lock with your own conflicted ones. Her smile falters at your lack of enthusiasm at her proposition. “Or not, that’s okay as well,” she retracts but you can hear the disappointment in her voice.

“I uh, I dunno Cordelia. I um... I don’t think I’m good enough to be teaching these young witches anything.” You confess, uncertainty laced within your voice. Dark brows frown at your words as if trying to understand them. 

“Darling girl, you have such a strong power.. I wish you could see just how special you are. I see it within you everyday,” she pauses, removing a hand from around your own to place flat against your heart. Making you inhale deeply at the intimate touch. “I can feel your powers growing stronger every day, Y/N. You have so much to offer, not just to the coven but to yourself.” She finishes, her eyes trying to gaze in your wondering ones not wanting to meet the intensity of her brown eyes.

Keeping your eyes trained to the side you mumble sadly to her. “I wish I could believe that, Miss.Goode. I’m sorry, but I would like to give that a miss but thank you for the opportunity.” You gulp trying to keep the sob from escaping, the negative thoughts about yourself slowly creeping in. You feel her remove her hand from your chest, giving you space to leave knowing you are done with the conversation but ever too polite to say. You bolt out of the room the second she gives you that silent permission. 

***

“You just have to be more patient with her Delia. She’s a sensitive soul, my dear.” Myrtle’s raspy voice advises, ever the wise one. Cordelia sits across from her mentor, one of Misty’s herbal teas brewing between her hands as she takes in her words. Her gaze watching the flames flicker from the fireplace within her bedroom. 

“I don’t know what else I can do. She thinks so little of herself, I can feel the insecurity and doubt seeping from her like a cry for help.” She shakes her head, unable to process just how little you see yourself. 

“She may be able to hide that side of her to the rest of the coven but I can see her, Myrtle.” Her voice trembling, saddened by the fact that you have not been able to make real connections with the rest of the girls. 

Myrtle looks at her daughter with understanding, she was there the day you had both met completely engrossed within each other's presence. It was like she just faded into the background, not that she minded of course. Myrtle loved the idea of Cordelia finally finding someone who would treat her like an equal, but who would love her as if she held the clouds above her. That was the look she saw in your eyes that day as Cordelia cradled your face close to her as you came to terms with who you really are. 

What Cordelia didn’t know was that the redhead had been keeping a close eye on you, way before the accident at the house. She watched you fight with yourself everyday, trying to push aside that negative energy that kept a tight hold on you, the forced smiles you would pull to the others around, fooling them as you fooled yourself that you were happy and content with yourself. Cordelia hadn’t been stupid when Myrtle finally came to her telling her all about this new witch who could use their guidance, she could see the look in her mentors eyes knowing she was up to something. 

As it turned out from the moment that Delia had laid her eyes on you, she knew exactly what she was up to. While Cordelia had healed for the most part from her past traumas, her low self-esteem, never feeling like she could be good enough, could never possibly be up to her mother's high standards. She knew that for you, all those emotions were still new and very raw which was why when she held you that day, she made it her mission to make sure you never were to feel like that again. Myrtle reached across to place her hand on top of Cordelia's free hand and pats in sympathy. 

“You know what you have to do, my dear. Think outside the box.” 

***

Over the last few days, you’ve become very frustrated. Colourful sticky notes have been left purposefully within your path around the academy, all signed to you. This made you nervous, you wondered if Madison had anything to do with it, maybe even Coco. You had returned from your daily meditation with Queenie and Misty, both trailing in behind you. You groaned as soon as you spotted the bright pink note on your vanity table, already feeling your cheeks heat up. You may be frustrated with this mysterious person and their secret notes but it didn’t mean you have grown fond of finding them throughout your day. Queenie snickers behind you, already knowing about the secret notes that you had quizzed her about late last night as you grabbed hold of the tiny piece of paper. 

You are worth so much more than your darkness - Yours X

“Damn girl. This is like what, the seventh one in the last three days?” Queenie comments, peeking over your shoulder at the note as Misty joins her on your other side. 

“We have a lil’ sweetheart on our hands,” Misty comments, taking the note and placing it into the small box that keeps the other heartfelt words locked away from prying eyes. You clear your throat feeling an overwhelming lump in your throat, the words effecting you more than you would like to admit. 

“I’m sure it’s one of the younger girls playing tricks.” You defend, quickly locking the box and putting away. You hear them both scoff behind you before silence settles among the room making you turn to face them in question, eyebrows raised at the mischievous grins.

“What?” Misty gazes away from you as if faking interest in your hanging plant plot on your wall, while Queenie crosses her arms across her chest looking very smug.

“It’s just that… and correct me if I’m wrong, but that handwritin’ looks awfully familiar to me.” Misty says with indifference, stroking the leaf from your plant. You frown at her riddles, slightly frustrated that they both seem to be on the same page while you appeared to be on a different book entirely. 

“Hmm, yeah. Now that you mention it Mist, it looks very familiar to me too,” Queenie plays along, a mischievous glint sparks within her dark eyes as she watches the gears turn in your head. 

“Guys seriously, enough with the mind games. Do you know who this is?” You ask tiredly, indicating to the black engraved box on your table. Misty sways slightly towards you, a bright orange note between her fingertips holding the piece of paper between your face and hers allowing you to grab a hold of the note. 

“I found this on my side of the room. Clearly whoever left it forgot that I shower wayyyy after you do and I know this ain’t for me.” Misty drawls out, a small smirk on her lips. Keeping your eyes locked with the woman, you take the note from her hands and read the black swirling ink. 

While they all fall in love with her smile, she waits for one who will fall                                      in love with her scars. 

                      You may not see it, but I certainly do. 

                               My special darling girl,

                                         Yours X

You re-read the last few lines over and over again, realization dawning upon you as you read the personal nickname that only one certain blonde supreme calls you. Shaking your head, you move to sit onto your bed that lies parallel to Misty’s. The two women sit beside you on the bed as they wait for you patiently to accept who the mysterious person is. 

“But I-” A tut from Queenie stops you in your tracks. 

“You two are so obvious except to each other. You two lock eyes at dinner and I feel like I need to excuse myself,” Queenie teases, gently shoving her shoulder against yours making you fluster at your poor attempts to act normal around the beautiful blonde. 

“I don’t understand.” You mutter, eyes still locked onto the black ink. The two friends lock eyes over your head before they both go to stand. Misty places a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently as if trying to give you the confidence and strength you need. 

“Go talk to Delia, Y/N. She clearly has something to say to you.” Queenie suggests with such kindness that it makes the unshed tears build within your eyes. 

“O-okay, I’ll talk to her.” 

And you did exactly that. 

Later that evening, once the rest of the coven had retreated to their rooms for the night. Queenie and Misty had given you not-so subtle thumbs in as you continued on down the hall towards the supreme’s bedroom where you could see the faint orange light seeping beneath her bedroom door, indicating that she was still in fact awake; much to your relief and dread. 

You breathe out slowly as your fist hovers over the wooden door that is currently stopping you from making either the worst or best decision. With a soft knock and a faint ‘come in’ you open the door and peer through the gap tentatively, feeling your breath hitch at the perfect sight in front of you. Sitting with her back against the arm of the long sofa, her knees up towards her chest as an old book lays open upon her thighs as her long satin black dressing gown hangs low just about touching the cream carpet, is Cordelia with her long blonde locks draped towards her breast her signature black rimmed glasses perched on her perfect nose. She looks up at you as you enter fully into her room smiling softly, shuffling slightly, feeling awkward for interrupting her downtime. Knowing she doesn’t get enough of it due to her status within the coven.

“Hey, darling girl. This is a nice surprise.” She comments, placing her book onto the draw next to the sofa. You gulp at hearing the name that has stirred up so many feelings within you, even more so since reading her last note. You smile shyly and head towards her as she indicates for you to take a seat across from her in the single plush chair. 

“I’m sorry to disturb you so late into the evening, Cordelia. I um- I,” you stutter, suddenly feeling very foolish for coming here in the first place. Cordelia tilts her head in confusion waiting for you to gather yourself. She leans forward and places her hand on your knee, her thumb stroking calm strokes along your bare knee due to the night clothes you were wearing. 

“Darling, what is it?” She asks, her voice awfully soft that you feel your own heart melt by the sound of her tenderness. Instead of answering her you decided to bring forth the note that was read last by magic, watching as her eyes widen momentarily before the corners of her big doe eyes crease due to the knowing smile that appears onto her soft pink lips.

“Ah, so you finally figured it out.” Is all she says as she leans back, crossing one leg over the other. Looking regal as ever and so, so calm. God I hate that she can be like that during these types of conversations. 

‘You secretly love it though,’ you remind yourself. 

“I just- I just don’t understand why. Why the secret notes? The words used? I don’t understand why you would send them to me of all people.” You admit, dropping your gaze as to not show her just how affected you are by those words. 

Cordelia moves from the other side of the sofa and around towards you. Crouching in front of your hunched figure, she grasps your chin between her thumb and index finger forcing you to look at her. 

“They are reminders.” You frown at that, still not quite understanding which makes her lips twitch attempting to smile at just how oblivious you were.  

“Reminders of just how perfect you really are to me. It’s how I see you, Y/N. I know you have scars that cut deep, maybe even as deep as mine. I get you like no one else does because I’ve been there, my darling. You may be able to hide behind that forced beautiful smile of yours but I can see the sadness in your eyes.” She declares, brushing her thumb across your wet cheeks collecting the fallen tears that roll quietly down your face. 

“I don’t deserve your kind words, Delia.” You whisper, unable to make your words clear in fear of breaking down. “I’m just so tired.” You splutter out before dropping your chin down to your chest, unable to keep her gaze. It’s far too understanding and kind towards you, and you aren’t used to having such compassion. 

“Shhh shh, it’s okay. It’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” She hushes, standing to allow you to collapse forward burying your face into her stomach as she keeps you close. Once you feel the last remaining tear fall, you exhale deeply trying to compose yourself. 

Looking up at the blonde witch you feel that overwhelming sense of love again for her, that contentedness that grounds you whenever you are around her. Something shifts between you in that moment as you lock eyes with the blonde beauty, her hands move from behind your head to cup your jaw prompting you to stand so you are more equal to her. Standing a breath away from her, you take in her features as she does the same, as if silent words are being exchanged.

“This may be a bit forward of me but-”

“Just kiss me, Delia.” You force out, your need evident. As you brush your lips lightly across her own. Hearing the slight intake of breath, indicating just how affected she is by your demand. Pressing hard, you allow yourself to sink into her hold. The feel of her soft full lips finally against your own, you can’t help the satisfying moan that escapes your throat making her moan back in response. 

“God, I could kiss you forever and never get tired of it.” She breathes, her voice raspy and desperate. 

“Who’s stopping you?” You whisper back. Your eyes hooded with arousal as you take in her swollen lips. At that, Cordelia smashes her lips against your own silencing any more conversation for the rest of the night. 

You both knew there was more left unsaid but for right now, you’d show each other just how worthy you are to one another by gentle touches, soft kisses and gentle promises of forever. 

#cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx x reader #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse

[mlqcconfessions]

hi! can i request the guys realising they’re in love with you/mc? how would they react to it and when would the realisation happen? just something a lil cute for the quarantine ✨

SUGAR SWEET not really, this got really dark

Warning: Backstory spoilers (with some alterations!)

MLQC Headcanon - When I First Realized

Victor

He still remembers the day when you first walked into his office

He hadn’t thought much of this new producer (just that she seemed like a dummy)

A few more meetings with you, and he realized that his initial impression of you was wrong (something that doesn’t happen often)

You didn’t seem like a dummy, you were a dummy

He’s never seen someone so all over the place, barely able to collect herself sometimes

At one point, he found himself almost looking forward to your visitations

As a CEO, he’s learned to control his emotions quite early on in his life

He forbid himself from showing any weaknesses (but he knows everyone else’s?)

So when he realized he was acting like a human being abnormal, he became irritated

He assigned more tasks, and required more proposals from you

By giving you more work, he eventually gave himself a chance to divert away from you (drowning in paperwork meant distracting his mind)

But for some reason, he just couldn’t seem to forget you

Maybe it’s the way you act tough

Maybe it’s how you avoid his eyes, but glare at him when you think he’s not looking (Victor knows everything)

Or maybe it’s your smile, and how you never show that in front of him

So he started wondering, what could he do to make you not so afraid of him?

As he got lost in his thoughts, his eyes gravitated to the pile of papers on his desk (he hasn’t so much touched those yet)

“Huh, unbelievable” (he then quickly passed off any interferences with his work)

A considerable amount of time has gone, and he’s escaping an abandoned building with you

He can feel the tension in the air, as the currents electrify his surroundings

Victor looks over to you, weary and frail from constant running, and clenches his fists

Whoever is behind this, they’re aiming for you

Before he could think of a plan of action, he suddenly catches you as you leap out in front of him (you’re writhing with pain as the bolt lashes against your back)

In his arms, you’re there, limp without consciousness, unaware of the turmoil inside his heart

He thinks back to when he was just a boy, and that brave girl who jumped to save his life (he had made it his lifelong goal to find her, but to no avail)

Now he knows it was you all this time, and he won’t let anyone hurt you ever again

Even if he has to break through time.

Kiro

He was a celebrity for as long as he can remember (one of the most popular child stars of his day!)

But it’s not like he desired to be in the spotlight for fame

He needed to find her (and that was his mission since the start)

“For you, I’ll reach even greater heights”

This was the only way he could possibly search the entire city to find her

By stranding himself in the public eye

He has never forgotten about her (she was on his mind everyday)

Whether he wants to or not, flashbacks of the experiment table run across his mind

He can picture the little girl next to him, seeming to be about his age, her eyes closed into a peaceful slumber

The red thread connecting the two of them continued to circulate, and he was forced to watch it all

If only he could rip out the needles binding him and escape this orphanage with her (he eyed the room for any possible routes)

She was so close to him, yet unreachable

He tried to grab hold of her hand, so as to stop this nightmare from consuming her

But one of the masked figures noticed his activity, and nonchalantly increased his dosage

The boy tried so hard to keep his eyes open, to fight back, but what power did he have?

He was only five

Many years passed, and Kiro returned to Loveland to boost his career as a superstar

He was now known as everyone’s sunshine, radiating with bright energy and beauty

Friendly with all, it’s not difficult to disclose your personal information with him (but no one really knows the darkest parts of the sun’s shadows)

Even now, he was still trying to find her

She must be around my age (but how would he know what she looked like now?)

With doubts in his mind, he takes a walk in his disguise to momentarily hide from the flashes of cameras

There was no destination in mind, just a desperation to be somewhere

He felt lost in this world where everyone knew who he was (but who would be able to rescue me?)

His eyes drift towards a supermarket, with a young lady stationed near the chips aisle

She should be around her age, maybe the height too?

As he walks past the store, he got a good look at her face (his heart nearly stopped beating)

Although the features were more mature compared to his memories, it was still the same shining smile as the little girl’s

How could he ever forget that smile? (the sole ray of light that shone on him in the darkness)

Without hesitation, he marches towards the market, nearly slamming into the automatic doors

He grabs the bag of chips she was reaching for, in hopes of getting her attention (in a relatively gentle way)

As she was about to yell his name, he quickly covered her mouth, allowing him to look clearly into her eyes

Ah....it was really her

“Shhh...I don’t wanna get noticed”

Lucien

In his world, everything was ordinary

Bland, boring, and lifeless

It has been this way for as long as he can remember, and he’s grown accustomed to this lifestyle

There was nothing he could do about it, nor did he want to waste efforts trying

It was easier to ignore the impossible, and focus on more important matters at hand (and this continued for years)

He had heard that a producer from a company was looking for him, and that she should be arriving any minute now

He had no plans to involve himself with television, so he decided to politely decline the offer to join her

Lucien wandered around his office, organizing his desk to welcome the unwanted visitor

He looked at his bookshelf, colored with a dull grey all around

It wasn’t anything new, just a little depressing at times

He noticed a butterfly floating past his windows (colorless like everything else in his sight)

Then he saw her, the visitor

Suddenly his eyes began to burn (his muscles started pulsing at the temples)

Why....

There was no explanation that he could think of

He trusted his eyes enough to know that this was not a dream, yet can he see color?

What makes her so different?

His original plan was to refuse her offer at the door, but instead took out his china set and began to brew some tea

Meanwhile, you arrive at the floor Professor Lucien should be on (you ask around, but no one knows where he is)

You ask a younger-looking gentleman, who leads you to an office a few doors down

You enter cautiously, but the professor is nowhere to be seen

As you’re about to leave, the gentleman pushes a cup towards you (it’s steaming with freshly poured tea)

As she grabs the cup, her touch reveals its true colors, never-before-seen

It puts a smile on his face at the sight of the extravagant change

....how beautiful

“Um, do you know when Professor Lucien will be returning?”

“I can go ask the researcher next door, if you’d like”

“Oh, that would be great!”

He can’t help but let out a chuckle as he calls his colleague next door, to which she replies with absurdity

“What are you talking about, Lucien?” (he can’t help but feel amused at the producer’s shocked expression)

He peers curiously into her blushing face, his first time seeing such a flattering hue

Gavin

He wasn’t always sure about when he first fell in love with you

He just knows that he did

At one point, you were the only thing on his mind

“Bro, you’re in love with her!”

Despite Minor’s annoyed words, he just couldn’t understand (love? what a joke)

He was sure that this wasn’t love, just a fleeting spark of a moment’s interest

He shielded you from the rain with his umbrella, but it’s not love

He stared at the picture of you in the school newspaper for hours (Minor had to take it away from his hands), but it’s not love 

He goes to your every recital (on the roof so you don’t notice him), but it’s not love

No matter which way he looked at it, he WAS NOT in love with you (Minor is slamming his head into the table)

But looking back, he does have an idea as to when this interest started

It was late spring, just on the border to becoming autumn

He was starting to lose conscious, surrounded by knife-bearers

Gavin was cornered on the school roof, blood flowing out at a dangerous rate

Then, he heard a soft melody encompassing the air around him (piano...?)

As he tried to locate where the sound was coming from, one of the gang members pushed him off the edge

His world spun around as he outreached his arms, desperately trying to grab onto anything available

Nothing.

All energy left his body, reverting him to a corpse (maybe my next life wouldn’t be so bad....)

Suddenly a heavy, rapid, surging melody sounded (taken from Campus Date!)

Gavin’s life flashed before his eyes, and the next thing he saw was the entire city beneath his floating feet

“....! What...is this..?”

While he was trying to collect himself, the roaring notes of the piano continued, as if they were in agreement with his adrenaline rush

He quickly regained control, letting the booming wind merge with this foreign power inside him

He gravitated towards the window, where the school’s music room was located

His ears soon landed on a beautiful voice, accompanied by the rhythmic taps of the keys (it was her!)

He still wasn’t sure how this Evol awakened inside of him, and is still wondering if this was love, but one thing’s certain:

He, for all eternity, would dedicate his life to protecting her (cue the Minor squeals!)

Shaw

He never thought of himself as a stationary being

Too much of a hassle

With his skateboard, he cruises around the city at his own pace, looking for any amusements in the area

Unable to find anything worth pursuing, he returns to his alleyway to finish the graffiti piece he was working on earlier

He recalls the time when he briefly met his brother, at the airport a while back

He laughs just thinking about that moment (he’s never seen his brother so furious)

Come to think of it, he was protecting a girl that day

Determined to make his day fun, he decides to go find her himself

You waited in the bus, hoping that your precognition doesn’t come true

“If we just get past this block, it’ll be fine”

You’re almost sent out of your seat as the driver brakes at the bus stop, one before your destination

A tall guy, occupied with his headphones, steps in

Shaw immediately is able to spot her, and promptly places himself in the seat next to her

The bus was nearly empty, yet he chose to sit next to you instead (just why..?)

As for why he sat there, Shaw couldn’t think of a reason either

He simply thought whatever happens next might be fun

He glanced over at the girl, who fidgeted nervously next to him

He cracked a silent smirk as he adjusted his headphones (he could feel her gaze on him)

“Wanna listen?”

“N-no..”

You couldn’t get your head around this guy, and exactly what he was planning

But you had your own problems to worry about, and it arrived much sooner than expected

Shaw noticed the girl was clutching onto her dress tightly, and glanced at her face

She looked like she was in pain for some reason, but there was nothing he could do to help (Do I wanna help in the first place?)

He jolted as she suddenly got up and yelled for the driver to stop the bus

The driver, of course, passed her pleas off (the bus wasn’t at the stop yet, anyways)

He inquisitively looked at his surroundings

There was nothing off, which means there was no reason for her to get so panicky

He became very interested in what she was going to do next, so he willingly gave her a hand

In the blink of an eye, the sky became dark and rain started to pour outside

Your eyes go wide at this unusual happening, but waste no time in rushing out the door (the driver gave up on running the bus in this weather)

He discreetly follows the girl as she runs towards the crosswalk

He’s a little taken back as she plops down on the cement, a sigh of relief across her expression

Without saying anything, he hands her a transparent umbrella (he tries hard to not laugh at her conflicted face)

“You’re welcome”

He decides not to ask her what that was all about

He could sense that they will be meeting again in the future soon

WOWZERS. This took me a lot longer to complete than expected.... (it’s so long!!!!) I did alter some details, just to fit what I want more.

I guess I took this a different route than what the request was, so I hope anon who submitted this is okay with it

I went for a more “when was an important turning point in their relationship” compared to “when did they fall in love” (because I think it captures the essence of the game better)

Hope you enjoyed. I’m now going to cry at all the hurt ;_;

#mlqc #mr love #mr love queen's choice #mr love queens choice #elex #papergames #headcanon #mr love headcanon #mlqc headcanon #victor #li zeyan #kiro #zhou qiluo #lucien #xu mo #gavin #bai qi #shaw #ling xiao

[curious-menace]

Hey can I get a headcanon of any riddler of your fancy finding his partners hidden treasure trove of sex toy goodies after stooping around their home, probably while they're out and how they'd react?

oh ho! any riddler?! this is a blank check for mayhem! 

i have naughty hands and no self control so ima do all my riddlers hahahah

this is only a lil ns fw so no below the cut this time 

Arkham riddler

oh.

OH.

First response is he goes BRIGHT RED. H-He was looking for something else, like an allen key or a pack of batteries or something! He didn't mean to snoop! He’ll throw all the toys back in the drawer or box and hurry away like nothing happened. he did find batteries but was to embarrassed to use them.

his face is going to be bright red for hours, you’ll easily be able to tell something is up but he wont tell you what.

but that being said, hes not going to be able to stop thinking about them. he feels a little naughty for doing it but hes imagining you using them, on him, on yourself. the idea is filthy to him but very intriguing.

Don't expect him to EVER mention it again but if YOU brought up the idea or told him you had some toys to play with, he’d have a hard time hiding his excitement. He hasn't stopped thinking about them since and he has some IDEAS. 

Blacklight Riddler

oh ho! rubbing his little fingerless gloved hands in glee. treasure trove is the right word to use, all his christmases have come at once when he finds this gold mine. 

He knew you were kinky but he had no idea you were THIS kinky, why would you keep this from him??? 

hes like a child in a candy store. what does this one do??? ohh this one vibrates! ooh a purple and green one, did you get this specially for him?

Don't be surprised if you come home and find him elbow deep in your drawer or box still rummaging and exploring, possibly with condoms scattered around him like confetti and bondage rope around his neck like a scarf. 

He’s going to ask right away to play with some of these. he might even sneak off to use them by himself but he will GLADLY let you do the hard work. 

He’s going to want to go to the sex toy shop with you. can you get some couples toys? will you peg him?? OH! what about some of those cool remote control toys??? he can make some custom ones for you both to use if you want! Man is going to be bouncing off the walls, you're going to need to get him to calm down before you can do anything. he’s enthusiastic to say the least.

BTAS Riddler

oh? what on earth is th-AGH! *flings a wobbly pink dick across the room in a panic*. Que overdramatics . lots of “my eyes are SOILED! MY HANDS WILL NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN!” 

Will probably screech “WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE THIS?!” into an empty house.

i think its the shock more than anything. he’s a germaphobe and he wasn't wearing his gloves while he was rummaging and he wasn't expecting to touch something so...intimate with his bare hands. this has ABSOLUTELY been inside you and it feels...off for him to touch it. He hopes to god you are as particular about cleaning these as you are about the rest of your cleaning.

once the initial fright wears off, he probably feels a bit guilty for nosing about. He wasn't looking for your intimates specifically, he was just being inquisitive, maybe looking for birthday or christmas presents. I think like arkham riddler, he’d probably be unable to get the image out of his head. he'd probably have to go back for another look. 

he has to work up the courage to talk about it. he’s probably expecting to get yelled at, he shouldn't have been rummaging through your things in the first place.he doesn't REALLY need to confront you about this. but he’s insecure as all hell and he needs to know, is he not good enough? is he not satisfying you? why do you need these toys if you have him? please be gentle in explaining, whatever your answer is. 

Original riddler

so freaking blase about the whole thing. you could leave them in the fridge or something and he’d be like “hmm, cheese, ham, dildo....hey y/n we’re nearly out of milk!” 

he doesn't exactly want dicks or fleshlights left out around his apartment but he’s not so insecure about you having them. he knows he cant be there for you 24/7. maybe your schedules are conflicting, maybe you just want some quite alone time, he’s not judging, he does it too.

might tease you a little about your taste in toys. like if you have massive dicks he’s going to call you a size queen, regardless of your gender. or if you like weird ones like that windmill oral thing he’s going to call you a kinky lil freak .

i don't think he has any of his own but he’d be quite happy to use yours on you if you wanted.

unlike the others, he probably respects your privacy enough to not go looking for them or even rummaging through your things. but he is childish as all hell. if you left them out in a shared space he’s going to mess around with them, like pretending to give you a neck massage only to bust out a hitachi wand or something.

despite his bravado and not really minding that you have them, his mouth will go a little dry if you bring up the idea of domming him by using them on him . that's....an intriguing idea. 

Telltale riddler 

well. hes not THRILLED about this discovery. But given how often he’s gone, either for work or running from the law, he cant exactly blame you. you have needs he’s clearly not meeting.

he’s pretty tempted to take your batteries away from you for badness. 

he gets a devious idea looking at your toys. He’s offended! how could you replace him with plastic and silicone?! he’s much better than any toy. guess he’ll just have to prove it to you. 

he’ll probably confront you as soon as you get home. something like “been keeping secrets from me?” but like. in a sexy voice, not an angry one. 

He’s obviously a little ticked off but tries to keep it playful. you can definitely expect him to spend the day making it up to you. he’s going to tease you, hes going to ask if you think of him while you use them , maybe even use some of them on you himself but pulling away at the last moment as punishment . if you want relief you’ll have to ask him nicely.

he’d be absolutely speechless if you flipped the script on him. listen he might be 60 but suddenly he’s a teenager again, embarrassed and unable to form coherent sentences in the face of your exuberant confidence. once he gets his footing back however you two are going to be playing hella games. he’s going to want to sext while he’s gone, send you naughty photos and get some back. maybe the toys aren't such a bad thing after all?

Zero year riddler

you’ll for sure know if this riddler has found your stash. you’ll come home and he’ll be drinking out of a dick shaped straw, wearing those dumb penis glasses you see at bachelorette parties. he’ll have decorated with rope or feather boas , taken polaroid photos of him posing with your toys and stuck them to the walls. he’ll have  a smug look on his face but play totally innocent like “something you wanna tell me, y/n?” Shame is not an emotion this riddler is capable of. 

he was looking through your things on purpose because he’s a nosy shit. He likes knowing your secrets to mess with you later. He wished he had a camera to record his reaction upon finding THIS secret.sheer unfiltered joy  .He’s for sure recording your reaction to him putting you on blast so you two can laugh about it later.

 he might feel a LITTLE guilty depending on your reaction. if you react badly or really embarrassed he might feel bad for crossing a line and apologise . He’s still a little shit about it but he’s an apologetic little shit. 

all of these riddlers pretend they're the most confident person in the room but , like the others, if you turn your charm and confidence on him, he’ll crumble like a dry sandcastle. 

He doesn't want to admit he has NO clue what any of these toys do. like why is this one shaped like an egg?...it goes WHERE?!

rare moment of nervousness from him if you ask him to use them on you/ on him. again, he doesn't know what the heck he’s doing with toys but he’ll be damned if he admits that. feel free to mess with him as payback. this is what he gets for running his mouth and poking his nose into other peoples business 

there you go nonnie! i actually got this one out pretty quickly, i wasnt expecting to do it that fast hah. i like doing asks like this, that are a little nsfw but not so much i have to hide them under a read more.

that being said, full nsfw asks are my jam XD

Got something you wana ask me? feel free to send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

#riddler #riddler headcanons #edward nygma #edward nigma #the riddler #arkham knight #arkham knight riddler #arkham riddler #blacklight riddler #blacklight au #btas riddler #batman the animated series #batman the animated series riddler #original riddler #telltale riddler #batman telltale #zero year riddler #headcanons #my headcanons #my stuff #my art #my writing

[whereisstevethestove]

Logan x Nico headcanons in an alternate universe where my rare pair exists.

Okay, but Nico being unable to think of a word and Logan instinctively knowing which word.

Them telling the other off for overworking and then dragging them away from the computer/workspace to snuggle.

Games of hide and seek that end up with Logan giving up because Nico can somehow contort himself into spots that logically are impossible so Logan can’t find him.

prank wars that slowly escalate until even their friends are getting caught in the crossfire as they become more elaborate.

Baking but it’s science.  With lab coats and everything and Nico ends up burning it when Logan gets distracted by something else cool he saw.

Logan learning Portuguese and Spanish because he wanted to cover all his bases in case he assumed wrongly about Nico’s heritage.  Then when he figures it all out (by asking and apologizing for not doing it sooner), he spends hours researching and asking questions.

Stargazing dates and both of them just make up modern versions of stories for the stars and Logan could listen to Nico rant about his newest idea for a song or story.

rap battles and Nico wins half the time because he’s smart enough to realize that Logan hasn’t quite figured out how to drop beats mixing languages and he can.

Logan having an emotional breakdown because of some jackass at work calling him a robot or some shit like that and then Nico just goes off at the dude when they see him at a party or something and Logan falls a little bit more in love.

Late night deep thoughts when Nico wakes up to write something down he just thought of and Logan wakes up and listens to frantic scribbling and then the tell tale slam of Nico sticking a Post It to the wall above their bed.  Then once he’s sure that Nico has fallen asleep again, Logan writes a lil ‘I love you’ on a Post it and sticks it next to the one that Nico just put up for him to find in the morning.

Them getting caught in a loop of work and it feels like they haven’t talked in ages, but they’ve both been sitting at the kitchen table for the past seven hours, holding hands while Nico types and Logan calls people or sends out emails.

Coffee runs at three am and dancing sillily in the parking lot of a Dunkin Donuts because no one can see them.

Logan just walking up to Nico and kissing him while he’s typing, before just walking away after, leaving a very flustered boyfriend behind.

Nico planning a fancy date and Logan accidentally goes to the wrong location, why does cheesecake factory need two locations in the same town?, and they end up meeting up outside a Barnes and Noble and eating at a shitty hamburger place while sitting on the curb.

Quiet touches as you brush past each other, and sometimes they’ll pull the other into a slow dance.

Lazy Saturday mornings where Logan will try to get up and Nico will wrap his arms around him and keep him there because it’s five am and goddamnit Lo, you better come back for at least another three hours.

Hiking and stopping every few feet for Logan to point out a cool plant with some random fact or Nico pausing to pick up a cool rock and pretend to skip it before carefully putting back where he found it.

just.. sofmpt relationship that most people don’t realize they have until they get a wedding invite for four months from now.  When they ask how long they’ve been dating, everyone is shocked to find out it’s been at least three years and Nico and Logan just share a knowing look.

please, stars above and seas below, just give me Logan and Nico in a relationship.

#logan x nico #sanders sides #sanders sides au #sanders sides headcanons #sofmpt relationship

[teruthecreator]

Hey... let’s play in the chaos Fitz space... I’m so curious how magic lessons with Festo would go now Fitz is aware of Chaos in relation to his magic...

anon idk what u were expecting when u sent this, but im sure it wasn’t a 1.7k drabble of fitzroy and festo having a lil chit-chat. that being said, though, this was incredibly fun to do so thanks for the suggestion!!! 

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“I don’t want magic lessons anymore,” 

The question makes the fairy halt in their fluttering, staring at their pupil with a curious stare. Fitzroy hasn’t been the same since the centaur assignment, they knew that already. Word has made its way through the faculty about the barbarian’s outburst on the field; hushed whispers of concern that never seem to make it to either headmaster’s ears. Althea Song even came in to discuss with Festo about the future of Fitzroy’s lessons; what might be the safest approach to controlling his wild magic. 

Festo is well aware, though, that “control” and “wild magic” tend to not mesh well. 

This is the first time they’ve managed to get Fitzroy to come to a lesson since his return over a week ago. Usually they meet three to four times a week, practicing simple spells and focusing on how to channel the energy for larger ones. He used to be adamant on his distaste for magic, but after a while he began to warm up to the idea of understanding the arcane abilities he was granted. Snippers seemed to help with that warming, becoming less of a familiar and more of an emotional support crab when Fitzroy’s feelings would go haywire and seep into his magic. But, after the centaur assignment, they were advised to postpone a few of their lessons to give Fitzroy the space to recoup after being cursed (and whatever triggered his outburst). 

After that grace period, though, Fitzroy just became a no-show. No matter how many cheerfully threatening letters Festo would send, Fitzroy never came to a lesson. 

That is, until today, when they came into their class to find Fitzroy already seated in his usual spot; twiddling his thumbs anxiously as he looked down to the floor. Festo was hoping this meant Fitzroy was finally ready to get to work, but...it would seem that’s not the case. 

“...Is this why you’ve been hiding from Festo?” The fairy asks, seating themselves atop a stack of books so they can face the half-elf properly. Fitzroy refuses to meet their gaze, nervously scratching his neck as he nods. “Ah...I see…You do not believe in Festo’s teachings.” Fitzroy perks up at that, turning to them and vehemently shaking his head. 

“I-It’s not that, Festo, really! It’s just…” Fitzroy trails off, looking frustrated and caught between words. “I just...When I came to you first, Festo, it was because I didn’t know why I had been given my magics and, therefore, was unable to control the outbursts. O-Or, that’s why I felt these lessons were good--I know they’re required, given my schooling track, but--” 

“--Festo gets your point.” Festo finishes, not wanting Fitzroy to get lost in the semantics before getting out what needs to be said. He nods his head bashfully and continues. 

“Right, yes. B-But now that I...I feel like now--or, I know now why I have magic. When...When I got cursed? I-I, uh...I met someone…” 

“You met Chaos, yes?” Festo asks, simply. Fitzroy buffers for a moment, mouth sputtering as he attempts to grapple with the knowledge, and Festo snickers. “Fitzroy, did you think Festo did not understand where your powers came from upon first meeting you?” Fitzroy’s cheeks are tinged red as he opens and closes his mouth to try and retort. “Festo knew your magic was wild from before Festo even saw you! There are not many schools of magic that manifest in catfish transformation.” 

“I...suppose so. B-But Festo, if you knew where my magic came from this whole time, why did you never tell me anything?” 

“Because you never asked!” Festo answers cheerfully. Their response makes Fitzroy’s shoulders sag as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Also, it would not have been wise of Festo to give you such an answer when you were first learning your magic. Knowledge is not always key to understanding.” 

“I’d say it is!” Fitzroy bites back, his hand dropping from his face. “These powers were imparted on me to do evil, Festo! A deity has been watching over my every move, cheering me on whenever I goofed up severely and got people hurt!” The air begins to crackle with static electricity as Fitzroy gets riled up, anxiously running both hands through his hair and lodging them there. 

“I ripped a man’s hand off, Festo! That’s fucked!! I struck fear into innocent bystanders! A-And the worst part of it is th-that...I didn’t feel bad for doing it! The hand part, at least--I felt awful once I noticed how everyone was...was looking at me like some sort of monster. It’s terrible! I can’t sleep because of it, I don’t have an appetite anymore because anything I look at just becomes a hand or a shitty magic apple, a-and I can’t...I won’t do magic anymore.” He looks to Festo pleadingly, hoping they see his anguish and understand. “I-I can’t even summon Snippers anymore because I’m paranoid about him being a direct line for Chaos to watch me mess up! I-I don’t--I don’t want my magic anymore, Festo.”  

Festo sits there, watching as Fitzroy huffs and puffs on the verge of a meltdown. Then, after Fitzroy seems to have regained a little bit of his compuse, they get up and fly over to him, grabbing his right hand with both of theirs and flipping it over so it’s palm-side up. 

“Make a flame for Festo,” they command, not even bothering to look up and see the utter confusion and hurt on their student’s face. “Just do it, it will be fine. Have faith in Festo.” Fitzroy sighs, deep and long, before shutting his eyes and concentrating. In a few short moments, a small blue flame appears in his hand. Festo makes an affirmative noise as they study the flame. “How did that feel for you to do?” 

“Um...Fine? I guess?” Fitzroy replies, sounding unsure. 

“It did not hurt?” 

“No…” 

“Did not feel forced out of you?” 

“No.” 

“You feel confident that it was by your will that this flame came to your hand?” 

“Y-Yes, Festo, what does that--” 

“Then you are fine!” Festo states matter-of-factly. They push Fitzroy’s palm closed, thus extinguishing the flame. “You should not feel worried about Chaos’s influence!” They look up in time to see Fitzroy’s eyebrows furrowing. “You said yourself that the magic felt natural to you--it was not forced out of your hand or influenced by a force that was not your own brain, yes?” 

“R-Right…” Fitzroy responds. Festo flies up to his face and pokes their forehead with maybe a bit too much force than necessary. “Ow! What the heck, Festo!?” 

“Your magic may have been bestowed upon you by a being of influence, but it is you who controls how that manifests.” Festo explains, suddenly sounding wiser than normal. “Chaos can only influence your magic if you let them; other than that, they cannot control how you choose to use the gift they gave you. From Festo’s experience, they actually hate doing that, so you should not worry about being ‘controlled’!” Fitzroy’s eyes widen and he guffaws for a moment. 

“W-Wait, Festo, you’ve had experiences with Chaos?” Festo twirls around in a circle and giggles mischievously. 

“Not in that way, silly! Fairies are creatures of unpredictability; Chaos is one of our patron deities! Festo has had quite a few communes with them in Festo’s lifetime!” Fitzroy’s face scrunches up in disgust at the implication of their first sentence, making Festo laugh again. “You were the one who said ‘experiences’, not Festo!” 

“Right, but I was not implying you had sexual experiences with a deity, Festo. I really don’t want to be thinking about...really anything like that ever, thank you very much.” 

“You brought up sexual! Not Festo!” 

“Ahhh! I am covering my ears until this conversation ends!” Fitzroy screams as he slaps his hands over his ears. Festo rolls their eyes and kicks Fitzroy in the nose. “OW! Are you even allowed to hit a student?!”

“Festo has tenure, remember?” Festo chides, letting out a snarky “teehee” before flying a little further back so Fitzroy can look at them properly. “Now, do you still want to stop your lessons? Festo won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Fitzroy stares for a long moment, brows furrowing once more as he thinks. He doesn’t think for too long before squaring his shoulders and sitting a little more confidently in his chair. 

“Y’know what, Festo? I think...I think I’m going to keep at this magic thing! Show that Chaos who’s boss!” Fitzroy announces, his usual bravado back. Festo claps their hands as a shower of sparkles rains around them. 

“Hooray! Festo is proud of you for conquering your fears!” Festo cheers, making Fitzroy flush a little with the praise. “Now, to make up for your missed lessons, Festo wants you to come here every day for the next two weeks after your classes! This is non-negotiable!” At this, Fitzroy deflates, just as Festo expected. 

“Alright, I suppose I...deserve that for ghosting you for so long…” Fitzroy groans. 

“Correct!” Festo chirps, causing Fitzroy to roll his eyes. “Now, to pick up where we left off, show Festo how you’re doing with Mage Hand…” 

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It’s later that night, when the school has settled and all the students have gone to bed, that Festo returns to their office. They pull a set of small candles from one of the drawers in their desk and lay them out in a pattern on the desk’s surface. With a flick of their wrists, the candles are lit in an iridescent flame, and they close their eyes to pray. 

Coming to, they find themselves in a familiar woodland clearing, looking unimpressed at the figure seated across from them. The figure, on the other hand, looks positively delighted to see them. 

“Festo does not want you meddling with Fitzroy anymore,” Festo says, their voice uncharacteristically serious. Chaos smiles and shakes their head. 

You, of all the beings in my court, should know I cannot do that. They reply. I have a special mission in mind for him, and I do intend on seeing it through to the end~

Then, the wind blows, and Festo wakes up back in their office in a circle of smoking candles. With a sigh, they put the extinguished candles away and leave. 

Futile as it seems, Festo is determined to give Fitzroy control over his powers, Chaos be damned. 

#taz graduation #taz grad spoilers #(kinda) #taz fitzroy #taz festo #taz chaos #taz sir fitzroy maplecourt #sir fitzroy maplecourt #festo #chaos #ignorance cloud on #this was really fun to do anon!!! thanks!! #i forgot how fun doing requests were yall should send in some if the spirit moves u

[magpiemorality]

A side (i picture virgil or logan as usual but you don't have to) who hides their smile bc they're self conscious (they have a lil quirk or anything else) and how the other(s) make him not do that (((i am a sap and proud of it)))💜

AO3

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Logan wasn’t a fan of smiling. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel happy, or want to smile, or even that he didn’t, but he mostly kept to a sort of closed-mouthed upturn of one corner of his lips rather than anything truly exuberant, covering his face self-consciously if he ever found himself unable to stop the grin spreading across his face. 

He just thought he looked weird, alright? And now it was basically his brand to be the logical, calm, unemotional one, so if he did get caught off guard someone always mentioned it. “Oh look, you’re smiling!” or “You do smile!” or “That must hurt, bet you haven’t used those muscles in years!”

It wasn’t meant to be cruel, his friends weren’t like that. And he wasn’t just trying to convince himself; they really weren’t like that. It was just fond teasing but it still made his gut squirm and twist and he resolved ever harder to stop himself next time before it happened again. 

He was hanging out with Roman when it happened, waiting for Virgil to finish in his store of choice while they parked up on a mall bench and talked instead. Roman turned to him after a joke, and tilted his head quizzically. “Why do you do that?” He asked. Logan pulled his hand from his mouth and tilted his head right back. 

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you hide your smile like that?”

“I… don’t?” 

Roman huffed, only fondly annoyed. “Uh, yeah you do. I mean, it was just you being you for a while, I thought, but I’ve been dying to find out why you do it for ages now. So what’s the goss? Spill the tea!”

Logan hesitated, until Roman took pity on him and promised it was just a phrase that meant ‘reveal the truth’, or something to that effect. “Oh. I just don’t like it. It’s very childish. And-”

“Childish? It’s smiling!”

“And I look stupid!”

It was Roman’s turn to hesitate, as Logan turned away and folded his arms, lips pursed together and decidedly not smiling anymore. “You don’t though,” his friend said quietly. “Logan, you don’t look stupid. You just look like you’re happy. What’s stupid about that?”

“Well my teeth are too big and I can’t smile right and I’m out of practise now anyway and-”

“Excuses, dude! C’mon,” Roman nudged him with his shoulder. “Trust me. How many times have you thought about my smile with any depth, at all?”

Logan thought about it, concluding that it was almost certainly none. “But that doesn’t mean-”

“How many times?”

“Alright none. I’m supposed to extrapolate from that that you’re implying no one is thinking about mine either, I suppose?”

“Uh, sure, but in English probably. But seriously. It’s real sad to see you always holding it back, why don’t you just…” His eyes lit up with an idea. “Why don’t you try an experiment! For one week you just don’t censor it at all and then judge the results for yourself?”

Well, Logan did like experiments. Empirical data was much more appealing than just emotional arguments… “Alright. but you can’t say anything about it! Don’t make jokes or, or congratulate or encourage me okay? Please?”

Roman snorted, holding his hand out. “It’s a deal.”

And when they shook on it, Logan allowed his first small, public smile to lift his lips. 

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#writepie #ts logan #ts roman #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #sanders sides

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   25

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Papyrus yells at Sans to get his shit together, but he's a mess... AKA Sans gets drunk... and remembers some things from the past... that he'd really rather not..

A/N: There is some... possibly triggering events... experiments and tiny skele abuse... little Papyrus is too cute and sweet... Also mentioned possible death. It, as usual, is separated with the ~~~ and should be (at least mostly) safe again at the next set, safe summary in the end..

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Blackout.

Sans rolled over in his bed, feeling like the scars on his chest were going to break through and destroy his soul. 

The sun blared outside, shining into his sockets. 

"fuck off," he growled, rolling back over. 

Papyrus pounded on the door, making the sounds reverberate through his skull. He couldn't tell if it was louder than normal, or it just sounded like it to his throbbing skull. 

"GET YOUR STUPID, LAZY ASS UP, SANS!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!! I KNOW YOU WENT OUT DRINKING AGAIN LAST NIGHT, LIKE THE FUCKING MORON THAT YOU ARE!! YOU'D BETTER BE DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES, OR I'M COMING BACK UP HERE FOR YOU!! YOUR STUPIDITY IS NO EXCUSE TO BE A LAZY DRUNK MORON!!"

 . 

The day was hell- actually, life was hell at the moment… 

His brother yelled at him about how stupid he'd been every chance he got- like he didn't already know that he'd royally fucked up. 

Every place he went reminded him of something he'd shown, or wanted to show (Y/n), her excitement at all the different things she'd never seen before had warmed his soul every time. 

Each time someone asked where his pet was made his soul thrum and ache to be close to her. ...and punch the person in the face… She was so much more than the pet they'd had to pretend she was. 

Every time he got Grillby's, he remembered her face of delight as she ate it for the first time. 

Every bite of his brother's food reminded him that she'd been there and helped him get better at cooking. 

Every time he rolled over in bed and smelled her scent caught on the pillow, or the sheets… 

And then there was the time he'd gotten back from drinking, and had been stumbling around drunk in his room, kicking random stuff on the floor, only to discover a pair of her underwear that he'd probably tossed in the corner in his haste to get to her. 

That had made him collapse in a heap of self hatred and regret. 

.

Sans sat at the table, stabbing his fork at his dinner aimlessly. 

“I MADE YOU A WONDERFUL, DELICIOUS, HOME COOKED MEAL! DON’T FIDGET WITH IT AND ACT LIKE IT’S THE TRASH YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH AT THAT GREASE TRAP,” Papyrus snapped at him. 

“sorry, boss…” 

Papyrus clenched his jaw, staring at his own fork pushing around a bite longer than necessary. 

“I WARNED YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK IT UP. BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THE STUPIDEST THING POSSIBLE TO FUCK IT UP.” 

Sans didn’t say anything. 

“YOU DID IT TO YOURSELF.” 

“i fuckin’ know, boss!” Sans yelled, scooting his chair back from the table. “i know i’m a fuck up! it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious that i always manage ta fuck everythin’ up!” 

Papyrus sniffed haughtily. “I’M GLAD THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?” 

“i can’t do anythin’ about it! i fucked up, an’ she hates me! i took ‘er back ta th' edge a th' boundary, an’ there’s no way i can ever find ‘er, now!” Sans glared at his plate of food. 'sides, she wouldn't care- not that i'm sorry for being an asshole, not that i've been tryin' ta be a better monster, an' made great progress, too! maybe only a lil before i met 'er, but her bein' here made it so much easier to be better… 

Papyrus scowled at his brother. “THERE’S ALWAYS A WAY-” 

Sans cut him off by standing up, his chair making a loud noise as it almost fell over, and started towards the door as he muttered, “i’m goin’ ta grillby’s…” 

After grabbing his coat and slamming the door after him, Sans shortcutted to the bar, intent on getting wasted. 

.

A few drinks in with a good buzz, Sans started looking around. 

He wasn’t quite drunk enough to not remember, but it was at least a bit hazy. 

“Heya, Sansy!” 

He looked over to the bar stool next to him, seeing the cream colored bunny next to him, ordering a drink. He followed her to her regular booth, and they began matching shots, seeing who could get the drunkest first. 

. 

Sans opened his eye sockets, his fuzzy eyelights looking around the bar, seeing some drunk monsters starting to be a bit more friendly with each other. 

His skull fell to the side as he shifted, realizing that he’d missed a bit of what had happened. He straightened up in the booth seat and looked down at his drink again. 

Maybe he should try to find someone… 

Even if it was a one night stand, it would be someone to try to get rid of his memory of- no… thinking her name would only start the hurt again… make his soul burn with the knowledge that he was to blame for fucking his life up beyond repair. 

But, finding someone might be a good idea; he needed to at least stop jerking off excessively to her panties, or reading those stupid, mushy, trash books he hid on his shelf while imagining that she was the leading lady- and he was lucky enough to be the bastard who’d seen the error in his ways and was given a second chance… 

… 

Sans tossed back his drink and took the half empty glass from the passed out bunny across from him, downing it as well. 

He was finally kicked out of the bar, Grillby chasing everyone out as he closed. 

Sans took a shortcut home, but ended up in the field near the echo flowers he had planted to remind him of Waterfall, where he used to look at the Underground “skys” and pretend the crystals were stars. 

He yelled loudly for a minute, then tried again, this time making it within a short distance of the house. 

He swayed dangerously, but he made it in through the door, getting to the foot of the stairs and seeing the door to the hidden room open. He went to it, hand stopping short only due to him passing out across the floor with a thud. 

His vision had gone dark. 

Darker... 

…yet darker… 

…and darker, still… 

… 

… 

… 

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Sans felt his soul floating above his body, unable to move as Gaster held him there with his weird powers. 

“Just hold still, you little shit…” 

Sans could handle it… as long as he left Papyrus alone, he could handle it… 

“P-PAPA…” 

“What is it? What are you doing in my lab? Why are you here?” Gaster demanded roughly in irritation. 

Sans fought as hard as he could to shift his eyelights to see his little brother. He needed to stay away! Sans wished that he could talk, yell at Paps to run, to go hide, to never come there, ever again- but he could hardly shift his eyelights. 

“WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SANS?” 

run, bro, run! Sans begged mentally. 

“Well, you see, you weak little fool, monsters are stuck underground. We’re not here because we want to be. Your useless brother here, is going to help us escape,” Gaster told him. 

“THAT’S AMAZING, SANS!” Papyrus shouted in proud joy. 

Sans tried to will his brother to leave, to save himself from the sadistic monster towering over him. 

Papyrus’s jaw hit the hard floor as Gaster smacked the back of his skull so hard he fell forward. 

“Don’t be stupid, you worthless little runt,” Gaster snapped as he tore the ragged stuffed animal from his grasp. “He’s only a part of the experiment, he’s not doing anything worthwhile.” He held up the prized toy and ripped it’s limb off. “Just like this garbage is only making you weaker.” 

“NOOO!” Papyrus cried, a heart wrenching sob that made Sans’ soul hurt. 

Gaster glared at the small skeleton on the floor. “You have no need for this trash,” he sneered. “It’s as useless as you are.” He tore at the thing until it was completely in pieces and destroyed. 

Sans wanted to punch Gaster in his stupid cracked face. 

Gaster plucked Papyrus from the floor and turned to hold him where Sans could see. “Look at how weak you’ve made him,” he gloated. “If you didn’t coddle him and try to protect him from the real world, he’d be stronger.” 

Sans could feel his magic gathering in his bones, pushing and fighting against Gaster’s hold on him. 

Gaster looked Papyrus in the socket. “You should thank your brother for this- for making you as weak as you are.” 

A shot of fear showed on Papyrus’ face before the first hit came. 

Red, hot, magical tears built in Sans’ sockets as he fought to get free, to help his brother, but he was only able to sort of flop around on the table. 

Papyrus’ cries and tears were background noise for Gaster’s cries and accusations, telling Sans that he could thank himself for his brother not being able to defend himself, telling Papyrus to thank Sans for making him so weak. His gleeful cackling mixed with the noise of the attack. 

One of the machines in the room kicked into another level, sounding like it was reversing the flow it had been using. 

“sssstttppppp…” 

“Haven’t I taught you boys anything? Emotions are weakness.” 

“sssttoppp…” 

“Weakness is unacceptable- weakness will get you dusted.” 

“sstoopp…” 

“I thought I had taught you both better- but maybe you’re just slow learners!” The thought was accompanied with a manic and near demonic grin. “Maybe you just don’t learn- maybe you need to be taught over and over and over-” 

“stop,” Sans choked out. 

Gaster was too focused on what he was doing to notice at first, but when it seemed like a circuit or fuse had blown, he paused his movements. 

Sans started shaking, his body twitching every which way as he fought, fought to be able to save Papyrus. 

He felt a power just beyond his phalanges, he could almost reach it- 

The tears in his sockets grew, starting to stream down his skull, as he stretched himself to touch it- 

The power in the lab started to flicker, and Sans felt like his soul was being ripped into tiny pieces with a cheese grater, digging into it and shredding the super sensitive entirety of his being. 

“What are you doing, you stupid fucking brat,” Gaster demanded, glaring watchfully at him, ignoring his screams of pain.

Sans couldn’t hear him, though- he couldn’t even hear the screams leaving his own mouth, he was only consumed with protecting his brother, stopping Gaster from hurting him. 

A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by the power cutting off and slowly starting back up. 

Sans felt weightless, like he had no restraints. 

He threw himself from the bed, but felt that he didn’t even touch the floor. He was held by a gathering of power- the same power that he’d tapped into. 

The power that was… 

Gaster sneered as Sans stood before him, attempting to adjust his magical hold, but it didn’t affect him. 

Sans clenched his fists and gathered the power there, ready to stop the attack on his brother, a shimmer moving around his fists. 

Gaster cackled at him and tossed Papyrus to the floor. “So, you’ve finally done what you were meant to do this whole time.” The tall monster reached for Sans, but his magic didn’t affect him. He made a displeased face at Sans before flourishing his hands, the gems in the centers of his cutout palms gleaming as he grabbed something in the air and pulled, lines attaching the two shimmering to visible for a moment. 

Gaster grinned dangerously in accomplishment and jerked the lines, making Sans stumble forward. 

“And to think; all it took to motivate you was a little smacking around of your brother… Maybe I’ll make you…” Gaster manipulated his hands in strange ways, and Sans could feel himself being tugged around by his own magic. “Yes, I could make you the one that hurt him instead… but, I think that I’ve taught him enough about the dangers of being weak… now I think I’ll teach you the dangers of caring for others-” Gaster twisted his hand and made Sans pick Papyrus up, holding him even with his eyelights. “How it can only hurt both parties in the end.” 

“i don’t wanna, pap, i swear,” Sans begged him to understand as he felt his hand being drawn back. “i swear it’s not me, paps- ya know i’d never do anythin’ like this ta ya…” 

“But it is you, Sans, look at your hand, it’s the one that’s about to hurt the one you love,” Gaster sneered from behind them. 

“‘s not- ‘s not, paps- y’re my lil bro, i love ya-” 

He was going to kill him- 

Sans was going to kill Gaster for making him do this. 

“The best part, is that the more monsters I link together, the more power I’ll have… I’ll be able to break down the barrier all on my own- as soon as I link enough souls together,” Gaster crowed in victory. 

Sans looked down to his ribcage where his soul sat, seeing a string connecting it to Gaster’s soul, a strange bond forming between his soul and the holes in his palms, the gems floating in the middles, that he’d never seen before- in fact- he didn’t think he’d ever seen this glow before on Gaster. 

Sans focused hard, letting go of Papyrus and took a hold of the line and tugged, pulling Gaster instead, turning the larger monster to him and making him stumble to be the right height, even for him to pull all the energy he could into his hands, summoning a large bone and swinging hard, hitting Gaster in the skull, seeing the flash of fear and realization just before it connected. 

Gaster fell to the ground, limp, and Sans dropped the bone, letting it disappear as he stared in shock. 

Did… Did he just kill Gaster? 

He knew he thought about it a lot… 

He knew that he wanted to do it to stop him from hurting his brother- wanted to punish him for hurting his brother… 

But… why wasn’t he turning to dust…? Why was there… blackness leaking from him?

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Sans turned to Papyrus when he felt a bit more certain that Gaster wasn't going to get up and attack again. 

He felt his soul twist in knots at the expression of pain and fear on his small brother's face, sure that it was partially due to the crack from his maxilla, between two sharp teeth, up and heading to his cheek bone. But the other part would have to come from… 

"b-bro-" Sans' voice caught, his hand freezing in mid motion, his phalanges starting to curl closed into a fist. “i… i’m sorry, bro,” he murmured. 

Papyrus threw himself into Sans’ arms, small, almost silent sobs leaving his small frame. 

Sans felt his soul twist again. 

“i- it’s a’right, paps- i- h-he… he’ll never hurt ya again. never…” He murmured against his brother’s skull. “i promise…”

Papyrus held tighter to him, trying to hide his silent sobs better. 

“i- imma help ya become th’ toughest monster out there. ain’t nobody gonna mess wit ya…” Sans stroked over his brother’s skull, not quite sure what else to do to comfort him. “ya- ya are th’ great an’ terrible papyrus, after all…”

Papyrus mustered up the strength to give a soft, “Nyeh Heh Heh…” 

Sans held his small form closer to his chest, curling around him. "it's ok, paps… everythin' is gonna be ok…" 

He just had to get rid of Gaster's body… 

After a moment, an idea came to him, and, thinking it through while he held and comforted Papyrus, it seemed to hold up… 

He'd hated all these years of going to the lab with Gaster, but… looks like they were finally going to be good for something. 

He didn't think anyone else knew about the void between realms that Gaster had accidentally tapped into while trying to find a way out of the Underground. 

"S-Sans…" For once, the small skeleton's voice matched his size. 

"yeah, paps?" Sans asked quietly. 

"Are… Are You Going To Be My Dad, Now…?" 

Sans felt like he was the one who'd been smacked in the back of the skull with a bone attack. 

"i- n-no, paps- i'm still yer brother, i- i ain't fit ta- i ain't old 'nough ta be a dad-” he corrected, trying to put it in a way that Papyrus would understand, “but… imma take care a ya like one, 'k? ya don't have ta be scared, imma take care a ya… i'll keep ya safe…" 

Papyrus tightened his hold on Sans. "I'm- I'm Going To Keep You Safe, Too," he murmured. 

"that's 'cause y're gonna be th' biggest, strongest monster out there. no one'll be able ta beat ya, 'cause y're th' best…" 

Sans held his brother tight, feeling the newly awakened power burning through his bones as the two held each other, swearing that they'd keep each other safe and alive, no matter what it took. 

A/N: Safe summary: Gaster is experimenting in connecting souls together, using his powers to hold Sans down, when little Papyrus comes down with his precious stuffed animal to see what they're doing. Gaster hits Papyrus as punishment for being "weak". Sans completes the connection of his soul to Gaster's to break his paralyzing hold on him and protect Papyrus. At first it works, but then Gaster uses two crystals type things (that Sans has never ben able to see before and isn't sure what they are) in the holes of his hands to focus his power and control Sans, making him hit Papyrus, as punishment for caring for and loving him. Sans tells him the whole time that it's not him. Sans regains control and stops himself, using gravity magic to bring him down to level, and then manifests a bone attack and hits him, very hard, in the head. Sans wonders if he's killed Gaster, and holds Papyrus close while trying o figure out how to hide Gaster's body. Sweet moments ensue in the mostly safe part.

#underfell sans x reader #uf!sans x you #red (underfell) x y/n #underfrick #underfluff #tsundere sans #reader insert #y/n #mutual pining #romance #angst #fluff #multi part story #Read on AO3 #past abusive relationship #Sans is sad without Reader.

[xomarauders]

tw: character deaths, funerals

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The funeral was small. Close friends and family only. With the war going on, it was dangerous to have too many people attend in such a small setting— “an easy target” as Moody reminded everyone diligently. Remus sat with his hands folded in his lap next to Sirius, who was sitting very still and staring at the floor with a numb expression on his face. He had already broken down earlier that morning in their flat as the two of them were getting ready, and Remus had held him for several long moments trying to keep him together. Now, Sirius seemed determined not to show any emotion. It was for James’ sake, Remus was sure. Sirius wanted to be strong for his brother as they buried Euphemia and Fleamont. As they buried their parents.  

Remus glanced across Sirius’ lap to see Lily, sitting beside James and holding onto his arm tightly with one hand, the other resting across her stomach. She wasn’t quite showing yet, but Remus knew that she was thinking about the baby she and James were bringing into this world. A baby that would never know their grandparents. Peter was on the other side of James, twitching in his seat, unsure what to do with himself. He never knew how to handle situations like this.

Lily’s wet green eyes met Remus’ briefly and her lips twitched, as if trying to form a smile but the muscles in her face wouldn’t allow it. Remus himself just looked away, having nothing comforting to offer her in this moment. He himself couldn’t understand any of it. His own mother, Hope, had died a few years ago and it was bringing up a lot of emotions he had tried to repress ever since. Cancer. Dragon pox. It just seemed like such silly things to die from during a time of war and Remus didn’t understand.

The service was nice. James spoke beautifully about his parents, his tears never ceasing to stop despite his efforts. He talked of his childhood, how his parents were so patient with the whirlwind of a child they were given, how everything good about him had come from them. He talked about how proud he was to be their son. How he wished to someday be half the parent they were for his child. He had looked at Lily as he said it.

Sirius didn’t speak. Moody had insisted they keep the service as short as possible, giving only enough time for one person to speak. James had offered to split his time, but Sirius had declined, the insecure feeling that he was intruding on a family that wasn’t really his still so apparent after all these years.

“You, Sirius and Peter should come back to mine and James’ tonight. I don’t think we should be apart.” Lily said quietly in Remus’ ear as they found each other after the ceremony. James was at the door thanking everyone for coming as they left, Peter hovering closely behind in case he was needed. Sirius had snuck out for a smoke.

“Sirius might not agree.” Remus muttered. “He likes to mourn alone.”

Lily frowned, no doubt thinking about the self-destructive things Sirius partook in when he grieved.

“He’ll come.” She said. “He wouldn’t deny James.”

Remus couldn’t argue with that. He excused himself from Lily’s side to go in search for his boyfriend to inform him of the plans. He was stopped a few times by other Order members and Professor Dumbledore along the way, but eventually, he found his way out the back door of the building. Sirius was leaning against the brick wall, his hand dangling beside him, holding an unlit cigarette.

“You need a light?”

Sirius’ head shot up and Remus was surprised to see the wetness on his cheeks and the bloodshot look in his eyes. Sirius let out a humorless laugh and glanced down at the methanol stick in his hand.

“She hated when I smoked.” His voice cracked as he spoke. “I can’t bring myself to light it.”

Remus stayed quiet. He didn’t want to push Sirius to talk about his feelings, knowing that Sirius would just push him back and internalize everything. Instead, Remus focused on the weather, finding it oddly jarring at how bright it was outside with the sun shining and birds chirping. It was a great contrast to how everything felt. He looked down at his shoes.

“It’s not—” Sirius began, a choked sob escaping his lips. “It’s not fucking fair.”

“I know.” Remus said.

The dam broke again, just as it had that morning, and Remus lunged forward just as Sirius collapsed onto himself, sobs racking his body. A wet feeling spread across Remus’ shoulder as tight hands grappled at his back in a desperate motion and Remus felt his heart breaking. He could relate, on some level, to the pain of losing Euphemia and Fleamont because of his mother, but unlike Sirius, Remus was able to compartmentalize his feelings and control when and where he allowed himself to break down. Sirius was more prone to random bouts of anger and depression that were nearly impossible to predict.

“Let’s go to James and Lily’s tonight.” Remus whispered into the dark hair against his chest. “It’ll just be us and Pete there.”

“Remus—”

“James needs you tonight, Pads.” He knew it was a low blow, to use James to get Sirius to agree. But Lily was right, Sirius was never capable of denying James.

“Fine.”

They drove back to Lily and James’ in silence. Remus thought that disapparation may have been more practical transportation to and from the funeral, but again, Moody had been quite insistent on being cautious and apparating was a magical source that could easily be tracked by the Death Eaters and so, they had to do things the muggle way. It was probably for the best. Remus doubted any of them would be able to disapparate in such a state anyway.

Sirius reached forward and turned the radio on, the static cracking through the air as a song came on. It was a nice distraction from the noise and for a brief second it almost felt like a normal day to Remus with Sirius sitting beside him in the car, listening to tunes and just existing with one another. He wished he could go back to those days, if only to give Sirius one more moment of happiness.

When they arrived at James and Lily’s, Sirius walked through the threshold quickly and quietly, taking his place in the small, yellow loveseat by the window. Remus frowned slightly, wanting to be able to sit next to Sirius in order to gauge how he was feeling, but clearly Sirius wanted space. Remus sat down on the sofa next to Lily. James had rushed off to the kitchen, shouting something about getting drinks and Peter took a seat near the fireplace, still fidgeting in his lap.

“Alright,” James said as he came back into the room, hovering various beverages with his wand. “Lils, I brought you some water, Remus and Peter get tea and Padfoot and I get whiskey.”

He chucked a bottle of firewhiskey toward Sirius, who caught it with ease, immediately screwing the cap off and taking a long swig. Remus saw Lily give her husband a look of disapproval before taking a sip of her own water, choosing not to say anything.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to be drinking?” Peter said, unable to read the room like Lily had.

James just shrugged, practically pulling the bottle from Sirius’ lips to take a swing himself.

“Don’t really plan on being anywhere tonight, so I would say it’s perfectly fine to indulge a little bit. I mean, I did just bury my fucking parents, I think I’m allowed to have a drink, Wormtail.” His voice came out harsh and Peter’s face took on a look of deep hurt. James had never spoken to Peter with such venom before, even going to great lengths to tip toe around his friend’s feelings, knowing how insecure he was.

The sudden tension in the room made Remus’ skin itch. He wondered if the rest of them could feel it like he could or if this was something the wolf was able to pick up on. Lily kept tucking her hair behind her ear and opening her mouth to say something, though nothing ever came out. Peter stared down at his lap, either not wanting or unwilling to look at James, and Sirius seemed to have zoned out, not even registering the conversation that just occurred. Remus felt useless. There was nothing he could think to say or do to make the situation better for anyone. He realized that it was always James or Sirius who were the ones able to distract everyone else from their sorrows. Their boisterous personalities and witty remarks always putting people in a better mood, but now, both their lights were out, and no one knew how to fix it.

“Remember that time your dad caught us snogging on the roof?” Lily said, her eyes on James. “We nearly fell off it when we heard him open the window.” She let out a soft laugh and Remus watched the grip James had on the bottle loosen a bit.

“Yeah. He said we needed to find a new hide out.” A shadow of a smile flickered across James’ face as he walked over to Lily, sitting on the other side of her and taking her hand, the firewhiskey abandoned on the small coffee table.

“Remember when Euphemia made us all those biscuits when we went out to the lake?” Peter said a moment later. James looked up at him with a smile and nodded.

“She made nearly a whole basket for each of us.”

James laughed and Peter followed suit, happy that his friend was smiling with him again. Remus grinned, too, remembering the day fondly. Euphemia had baked nonstop the night before and presented the four boys with baskets of goodies to take to the lake with them that day.

“It came in handy,” Remus said, “considering we all had the munchies after smoking that joint.”

They burst out laughing, James crying tears of joy instead of sadness now.

“Do you think she knew?” Peter asked.

“That we were going to get high? No. I think that’s just what mum did.”

“She was an extraordinary person.” Lily mused. “So was Flea.”

“No one like them.” James agreed.

Suddenly, Sirius stood from his seat and rushed out of the room. Startled by the sudden movement, everyone’s eyes followed him, watching him enter the kitchen and then a moment later the sound of the back-door slamming echoing throughout the small home. James made a move to stand, but Remus raised his hand.

“I’ve got it.”

With tentative steps, Remus made his way outside, walking carefully as if he were sneaking up on some wild animal. He heard soft sobs coming from around a bush and maneuvered until he could see Sirius sitting there on the grass with his head tucked into his knees. His long fingers were pulling at his dark hair as his body shook and Remus knelt down, gently taking hold of Sirius’ wrists.

“Hey, hey. You’re hurting yourself, Pads.”

“I’m sorry I just—” Sirius gasped, brining his head up to meet Remus’ gaze. “I just don’t know how to be here. How to do this.”

“It’s okay.” Remus pulled Sirius to his chest, tears of his own suddenly sprouting in his eyes. He could taste the saltiness of them as bit down on his bottom lip, urging himself to keep it together for Sirius.

“They were my mum and dad, Rem.” Sirius whispered, barely loud enough for Remus to hear. “I mean, I know that they weren’t really my parents but…but they were my mum and dad.”

“I know. It’s okay to miss them, you know. To cry over them.”

At those words, Sirius’ cries renewed, and the two of them sat there in the grass until his sobs slowly turned into heavy breathing. Remus glanced down at the tear stained face resting against his chest to see that Sirius had apparently tired himself out. He looked younger as he slept, his features softer and less tense. Like a face that hadn’t experienced these things. Remus carefully lifted Sirius, wrapping an arm under his knees, holding him tightly to his chest and took him inside. Peter seemed to have left, but Lily and James were still in the living room, curled up against each other, now changed out of their dress clothes and into pajamas. They glanced up when Remus entered.

“He cried himself to sleep.” He said quietly.

“The guest room is all yours. Go get some rest.” James said, his eyes flickering with concern as he looked to Sirius.

“Thank you.”

Remus laid Sirius down on the bed gently before ridding him of his shoes and clothes until he was just in his pants and undershirt. He pulled a large quilt over his boyfriend, running a hand across his face to brush back the hair that had fallen there before sitting beside him. As he looked at Sirius, Remus couldn’t help but hope that the boy in front of him wouldn’t have to deal with anymore loss. It seemed a futile wish during times like these with disappearances and deaths happening every day, but Remus hoped that the universe would make an exception and spare his star anymore heartbreak.

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #james potter #lily evans potter #jily #peter pettigrew #marauders #marauders era #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #marauders fic #wolfstar fic #wolfstar angst #tw death #tw funeral #harry potter angst #harry potter fic #harry potter #💭 by kat

[midnightelite]

not-so secret boyfriend

Me and @solstilla wrote another one shot! 

We wrote this for the love of our life @infiniteinmyownlittleworld world. Sending love and hopes of a speedy recovery your way! <333

Description: After a confusing encounter on the train home from hogwarts, Lily decides to try to clear up any questions that may still exist.  

Read it on AO3 or on FFN

Dear James,

I’m really sorry to bother you, but I can’t stop thinking about (Here there was a big blob of ink) 

Sorry about that! I must’ve knocked over my ink canister.

Anyways I can’t stop thinking about Quidditch! You’ve got me very interested in the difference between Puddlemere United and the Chudley Cannons and I need more fuel to tease Marly about so please respond asap. 

Shame we couldn’t talk more about it on the train, but I guess we were both busy.

Again, sorry to bother you.

Lots of Love, 

Your friend, 

From Lily

Dear Lily, 

When have you ever bothered me? Please write to me as much as you want! Sorry about the train...if you wanted to talk about Quidditch that totally could have been arranged!

As for Puddlemere versus the Cannons, what is there to explain Evans? Puddlemere has the strongest team and has for ages. They are top of the league. What else do you need when picking a team to support? Also, they have Jocelind Wadcock!! She is a force to be reckoned with! She has the most goals scored in both the British and Irish leagues! That's amazing!

Sorry, I’ll stop my quidditch rant before it gets out of hand. It’s nice hearing from you Evans. Please never think you are annoying me by writing to me. Don’t be a stranger.

Hope to see you soon,

James Potter

Dear James Potter,

What’s with all the formalities? 

Please don’t apologize for the train. I did exactly what I wanted to in that moment. I hope you did too? I do enjoy keeping busy. 

But Quidditch! No, it’s really interesting hearing you talk about Quidditch. Jocelind Wadcock seems really cool. Marly was saying though that there’s an all female team? Are they Puddlemere? Isn’t the Cannons mostly guys? I’m horribly lost. Maybe you should come over and explain it to me? 

Hope to see you soon too. Like maybe tonight? Mum’s making steak for dinner, if you wanted to come? 

Cordially, 

Evans 

Dear Evans,

OF COURSE I ENJOYED KEEPING BUSY WITH YOU. I just wasn't 100% sure you didn’t regret it. Merlin you have no clue how long I wanted to do that, but I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. If you don’t want to pursue anything that's totally fine! I get it! We do not need to talk about it again. It can be like nothing happened. If you want. 

I would love to see you! We can talk about anything you want, quidditch, potions, your sister and how done with her you are at this point (sorry if that's rude to say i just figured from the stories I’ve heard you may want to vent). I’d be honored to spend any time with you no matter what we do. I can definitely come by for dinner tonight!

Your friend,

James

P.S. The all women team is the Holyhead Harpies! I’ll explain more at your house!

P.P.S. What time should I come over? 

Dear James, 

But something did happen and I wanted it to happen for a really long time too. My biggest fear in all of this is that it’s just going to have happened and we pretend that it never did. 

I think maybe I might possibly like you a little bit. Or maybe a lot. 

Dinner’s at 6 but if you wanted to come over early, we could take a walk around town and talk about stuff. My sister (you’re right, she’s a pill), Quidditch, potions, train rides… 

Anything you like. 

See you soon, 

Lils 

The next thing she knew, Lily heard the doorbell ringing incessantly. That could only be one person. She scrambled up from her desk chair where she had been anxiously waiting for another letter, barreled down the stairs past her confused parents, and flung open the door. Her cheeks were red and he looked breathless, and nothing mattered but James Potter standing on her doorstep, still holding her letter in his hand. Lily squealed with laughter, throwing her arms around his neck and jumping into his arms. 

He nearly toppled over, but luckily Quidditch gave him great reflexes and he managed to steady both of them and pulled Lily close. 

Marie and Thomas Evans shared a look with each other, watching their youngest daughter tackle a man they’d never met. “Should I set another place for dinner, then Lily?” 

Lily nodded, not even glancing back at her parents. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s staying for dinner.” Her heart thudded in her chest, staring into his eyes. James was here. He was here and he wanted to talk about what happened on the train. Maybe keep busy again? Lily grinned at the thought, slipping down and holding the door handles. James busied himself by tucking the letter into his pocket, much too nervous to stand around doing nothing. “Going for a walk! Be back later!” The door closed, and Lily’s eyes met his again. She couldn’t stop the little giggles bubbling up from her chest.

Their hands found each other, who initiated it was unclear. 

“There’s this spot,” she breathed, swinging their hands between them. Her nerves insisted on doing some kind of erratic dance, much like her heart, and she was trying her best to keep her fidgeting to a minimum. “By the lake, it’s-”

“Let’s go,” James nodded, seemingly unable to stop himself from fidgeting either as he ran his hand through his hair. Lily pulled him along towards the lake, squeezing the hand still linked in hers. He kept messing up his hair, and he looked like he was grappling with trying to find the words to say something, anything. Lily wasn’t much better off. Besides being tongue-tied, she was a little more than distracted by the boy in front of her. She couldn’t stop staring, watching as his hand tousled his hair, but she tried to hide it as best as possible. When their eyes met for what felt like the hundredth time, he stopped walking. 

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…” She trailed off before removing her hand from his grasp. He shot her a confused look before she stepped closer, got on the tips of her toes, and mussed his hair up so it was sticking out at all angles. “Better.” She smiled goofily at him, her hands still in his hair. Their eyes locked for a beat, James looked like he was thinking something through before his eyes settled on one emotion. His eyes flicked down toward her lips, and he was leaning in. Lily’s eyes closed on their own accord and she felt the barest hint of pressure from his lips. Before she had the chance to respond, James pulled back and grabbed her hand. James winked down at her dazed expression, before continuing in the direction they were originally headed in.  

Lily stood rooted to the spot, and when her arm held him back, he turned toward her with a small smirk on his face and gave a little tug on their joined hands. Lily responded with a tug of her own, pulling him closer. 

“I wasn’t done with you yet.” Lily barely registered the shock shining on James’s face before she closed the distance between them. When their lips met all Lily could think was holy shit. This was different from the kiss on the train. The kiss on the train was sweet and quick. Filled with questions. This was definite. This answered all those questions and more. 

Lily’s hands found their way back into his unruly hair, settling on giving gentle tugs to the tufts found at the nape of his neck. The pleasant slip of their lips spelling out the emotions neither were able to put to words. James traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, asking for permission. Granting him access, Lily stepped closer so there was barely any space between them. Her heart’s erratic beat became even more irregular. James’s hands were resting at the small of her back and he pulled Lily closer, causing their noses to bump together, pulling her back to the present moment.

 Lily couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out against his lips. Once it started she couldn't stop.  James laughed too, his head dropping into her shoulder. After a moment of recovery, he pressed little kisses into her shoulder, stopped to drag his nose along her neck, trailing kisses up along her jaw til he landed on her cheeks. After a few kisses there he landed back squarely on her smiling lips, a lot more chaste than the one previously.

“We can’t tell the guys,” he murmured in between kisses. “They have a bet going and Padfoot’s not gonna win again.” He emphasized this with a kiss on her nose, to which Lily burst into another fit of laughter. 

“So how long do we need to keep it secret?” Now it was her turn to pepper him in kisses, starting by cupping his cheeks and pulling his head down to plant one on his forehead, temple, nose, cheeks, down his jaw. His sharp inhale when she reached his neck made her pull away, but he was grinning at her as if to cheer her on. She stopped, nevertheless, instead tugging him to sit with her underneath the big tree overlooking the lake.

“Only until the first Hogsmeade weekend?” He looked sheepish, but Lily couldn’t help the grin that stretched across her face. 

“Think we can make it that long?” The devilish look that was plastered on her face filled him with an equal amount of thrill and terror. He was not sure what she was suggesting, but was very sure that her end goal was to kill him. “Wanna bet on that?” He couldn’t find words, and Lily couldn’t help but think of a deer in headlights. He nodded mutely and the smirk on her face grew. He was rubbing off on her, wasn’t he? “First to spill that we are dating owes the other something.” 

“Something.” James repeated, wrapping her up in his arms. “That’s quite open-ended isn’t it?” 

“Well I have a few ideas….If you’re up to hearing about them...” She winked at him. Lily watched his Adam’s apple bob and quickly avoided his eye, knowing the blush was spreading down her neck. 

“Oh,” He cleared his throat when his voice came out far too squeaky for his liking. “Wha-what, erm, did you have in mind Lils? Remember I am just a young, innocent fawn. What are you suggesting?” He feigned a scandalized look. 

“Get your head out of the gutter, Potter! I was gonna suggest the other pays for a Honeydukes trip. Who do you think I am?” Not able to contain the laughter filling her chest, she doubled over, the sound pouring out of her. James’s grin grew and he pulled her closer, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. Once the laughter subsided, Lily dropped her head onto James’s shoulder. They sat cuddled up, looking out at the lake, talking about sweet nothings until Lily noticed the sun starting to set. She turned and hid her face where James’s shoulder met his neck.

“We’re going to be late to dinner,” She mumbled into his skin, placing a kiss there at the end of her observation. Her tone clearly showed she was not concerned about dinner. James let loose a low laugh, turning slightly to wrap his other arm around her and setting her firmly against his chest. 

“C’mon Lils. We don’t want to upset your parents.” He rubbed up and down her back before pulling away to stand. She tried to keep the pout off her face, but the ringing of his laugh let her know she failed. He reached his hand out to help her up. She grabbed it gingerly and let him help her stand when she was quickly enveloped back in his arms. James shot her a wide smile, placing a gentle kiss on her nose. They held eye contact for a bit before he pulled away and started heading back towards her house. 

Lily whined as James tugged her along, but let him do so anyways. “Hey,” she said, realizing James had never met her parents. “Are Mum and Dad in on our secret or are we keeping them in the dark too?” 

“They can know if they promise not to tell any of the boys if they meet them.” He had a very serious expression on, his eyebrows drawn together. It looked wrong on his face. She couldn’t help but laugh.  

“So serious,” she teased, cupping his cheeks and rubbing her thumbs along them. “You want to meet and tell my parents we just started dating tonight, and also that they have to keep it secret because our friends placed bets on us? Is that right?” Lily went on her toes to bump her nose against his just like earlier. “For some reason, I feel like that may not set the best tone for how my parents will feel about this relationship.” James had the decency to look apologetic.

“I know. I know, But do you want to deal with Sirius if he wins this? He will be unbearable. Plus, I feel bad that we’d have to ask your parents to keep it a secret, but-”

 “But you’re more worried about...the boys finding out?” Lily snorted indelicately, pulling out of his arms and turning away from him to gather her thoughts. “Aren’t my parents gonna be suspicious if we are hanging out all the time? Or are we not gonna do that either?” She tried to keep the bitterness out of her tone.

Lily wanted to tell her parents, she wanted to tell them how wonderful he was, but she wanted them to believe her. If she told them James wanted to keep her a secret, she doubted they would ever be able to get over that. Why wouldn’t he want the world to know their precious daughter was his girlfriend? Besides, Lily realized she wanted to be openly falling more and more for James Potter and the more she thought about this stupid plan she’d come up with, the more she hated it. Sensing her mood change, James nudged her to turn back around, and she did, but her eyes refused to meet his. 

“Lil.” Her eyes remained firmly on the ground, not sure she could meet his without getting all emotional. He tilted her chin up slightly, that stupid signature smirk playing along his face. He was about to say something adorable again, wasn’t he? “You can always lose the bet. I prefer blue sugar quills, by the way.”

Lily wrinkled her nose. Yes, definitely adorable. And cocky. 

“Oh no, bud, you’re just going to have to be the one to tell my parents to keep it secret and deal with the fallout of that. I can just imagine how well they will take that.” Lily glanced over her shoulder at him, already starting to walk towards the house. “Oh are you embarrassed to be dating my daughter? She is our pride and joy, and you won't even admit you’re dating her in public?” 

She could feel James’s eyes boring into the back of her head and when she turned around to see if he was even keeping up; he was rooted to the ground. 

“Okay, what color sugar quill did you want?” Lily giggled, gesturing for him to come over to her before holding onto his hand. 

“How about this? We split the sugar quills, I’ll help you break it to the boys. You know Sirius is hesitant to make fun of me ever since I told him his hair looked dull and lacked volume back in March. That way it won’t be too bad.” While she proposed her idea, she had started heading towards her house. Lily assumed he would eventually follow her, and with those long legs of his, he would catch up in no time. 

“Fine. You know, you’re lucky you’re cute Lils.”  She felt his arm snake around her shoulders. Tucking her right into his side, he moved to place a kiss to the top of her head again, but Lily tilted her head up just in time for it to land on her lips. 

“You keep missing, silly.” The goofiest grin split James’s face in half. 

“Where would I ever be without you?” 

“You’d definitely be bored somewhere. Since you wouldn’t have me to keep yourself busy with...I think the boredom would drive you a little bonkers, really. Maybe you’d buy a boat?” 

“Ooh! I can buy a boat and be a pirate. Ya know Evans, I take back what I said previously and I think this may have been a big mistake. My true calling was to drop out of Hogwarts and to become the captain of a pirate ship with the lads. I actually think I shoul-” He was pulling away from Lily, and to prevent it she went up on her tiptoes to shut him up. Before he could continue on his tangent, Lily dragged him the last block to her doorstep. 

“You better watch what you say, James Potter, because I am definitely better than some bloody pirate ship.”  Despite her words, her voice was dripping with laughter, and her smile went on for miles. He couldn’t help but match her enthusiasm. James bent down to possibly keep busy some more, but Lily spun out of his grasp, walked to the front door and leaned against it. She turned and shot him a look that asked are you planning on coming? As if to taunt him more, the way the setting sun hit her face, it made her green eyes shine luminously and her hair looked as if it were ablaze. Who would want to keep her a secret anyway?  Besides, she was so brilliant, it wasn’t like he could hide his amazement of her for very long; the lads would see through his act immediately. 

He took the stairs two at a time to catch up with her, their hands finding each other once more. When they shut the door, they were greeted with a pair of green eyes staring at them. Now he saw where Lily got them from. 

“Lily,” Mr. Evans cleared his throat. “Won’t you introduce us to our dinner guest?” Lily looked sheepish, hugging James’s arm. “Marie, dear? Come meet Lily’s new friend!”

“Dad,” she said, giving James a reassuring smile that he hadn’t even realized he needed until then. “This is James, my...boyfriend?”

Boyfriend. The word rang in James’s ears. If he was her boyfriend, that meant Lily Evans was his girlfriend. If her father weren’t standing right there, James could have swooped her up and kissed her right there. As it was, he merely squeezed her hand tighter before smiling his most charming smile at Mr. Evans. 

“James Potter,” he said, holding out the hand not linked with Lily’s. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Lily talks about you and your wife a lot. She really admires you both.” 

Thomas shook his hand, smiling faintly. “Strong handshake, son. Glad you can join us.”

A wide grin broke out across Lily’s face, which she would later explain to him meant that Dad likes you. Mrs. Evans, a short blond woman, joined them outside of the kitchen.

“Good evening, Mrs Evans.” James was trying so hard to impress her. Lily thought it was the most adorable thing watching James put on this professional front for her parents. For her. 

 Mrs. Evans  quickly swept James up in a hug, foregoing the handshake.  “Call me Marie,” she whispered. The four convened in the kitchen for steak dinner and apple tart for dessert.

“Lily tells us you’re a school athlete?” James glanced over to Lily, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“You talk about me?” She nudged his foot under the table, crinkling her nose. 

“Like your mum doesn’t know every little detail about me?” Everyone at the table burst into laughter at their banter.

 The whole night long, jokes and conversation filled the air. James could see where Lily got her wits from. Both her parents were sharp, quick to joke with James, and overwhelmingly kind. He’d learned Mrs. Evans took great pride in her little garden out back, much like his mother took pride in the large gardens outside their estate. Thomas had invited James on their next camping trip, much to Lily’s surprise and excitement. James had even swapped a recipe with her mother. If there ever was a more perfect parent-boyfriend meeting, Lily would be shocked. James had managed to charm his way into their hearts with ease-not that her father wasn’t still watching him like a hawk. 

 When the time came after they’d all had dessert and Marie Evans had ensured James would not be leaving without a doggie bag for his brother and parents, Lily found she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him. Suddenly she wished they were at Hogwarts and she knew she’d see him again at breakfast the next morning. Lily walked out onto the front deck with James and closed the door behind them. 

“Your parents are great, Lil. I’m happy I got to meet them tonight. As he said this, he was slowly closing the distance between them. “Though I have to say I’m a bit sad the night is over.” 

A rush of  relief flooded her at his words. “Me too. I wish you didn’t have to go.” Lily found herself pulled to him like he was some sort of magnetic force. “There’s plenty of night left, how will I ever stay occupied?” 

“Ugh Lils, you are going to kill me. I am going to leave right now, and stay in your parents' good graces. Are you sure you're not part veela?” 

James’s breath tickled her ear, he was so close. Lily’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. James leaned down, and she went on her toes to meet him in the middle when- 

Knock knock knock. 

They both turned, breaking apart quickly at the sight of her father peering through the window. James’s face now matched Lily’s hair. She was less embarrassed and more frustrated; there was no chance for any goodnight kisses now. 

“Ah, yes. I believe that was my fairy godfather giving me the five minute warning. Better hurry up before the magic runs out,” Lily winked up at him, holding back giggles. She felt light, airy, like she could take on the world. 

“That’s from Rapunzel right?” The laughter couldn’t be held back any longer and she dropped her head into his shoulder. 

“You’re cute,” she said. “When I see you next I’ll teach you about Cinderella, okay?” James grinned, poking her nose. 

“You’re cute. Cinderella it is.” He pecked her cheek before pulling away. “Until next time?” Lily nodded softly, her cheeks burning pink. James gave her a little smirk before apparating home.

When she returned to her room that night after some family time,  an owl was waiting outside her window. Ora!

Dear Lily,

If  it wasn’t apparent before I am head over heels for you. I got home and realized I never responded. I definitely like you and it’s more than a little bit. Sorry about that. 

Are you available tomorrow? The lads are coming over, and I distinctly remember someone promising to help me break the news. I’d say we should prepare for a dramatic display from both Sirius and my mum. Any ideas to help cope? 

Hope you can come tomorrow!

Love, 

Your Not-So Secret Boyfriend

James  

Ps. Mum says she wants to have you for tea on Friday too.

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