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scarlethexelove · 24 days

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Gone

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1482

Warnings: Angst, Major Character Deaths, ⚠️Suicide⚠️, No happy ending.

Part 1: Please Don't Leave Me

A/n: So I tried to write a happy ending but I really just didn't like it at all. So my sleep deprived brain said fuck it and went all out. This broke my heart writing so enjoy the pain.

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The room was mostly quiet. Nurses filed in and out as time passed. Slow tears still fell down Nat's cheeks as she waited. Xander slept soundly in her arms as she looked at his face. He looked so much like you already and her heart hurt. All she hopes is for you to pull through. It has been hours and the nurses refuse to tell her anything. She wants to make it right with you to build the family she never had, but she isn’t sure she will ever get the chance.

A tear slips down Nat’s face onto Xander’s cheek. He scrunches his face up at the feeling but soon settles staying sound asleep. Nat is pulled out of her thoughts when the door opens. A gurney is wheeled in. Your body lying peacefully in the middle of the white sheets, but something isn’t right. You’re so pale and unmoving. She rushes over to you. Still holding Xander firmly she reaches for your hand. Words floating in the air but she can’t hear them. Her hand slips into yours and she almost recoils at the touch. You’re cold.

Tears blur Nat’s eyes as she looks to the doctors. Their faces are full of sorrow and regret. “We tried everything we could but we couldn’t control the bleeding.” One male doctor who Nat has never seen speaks up. “W-what do you mean?” Her voice shakes. “She’s gone. I’m sorry.” He says. Nat shakes her head repeatedly saying no like her words could change the outcome. The word gone repeating in her head over and over again. You were gone and she couldn’t save you.

The doctor slowly exits the room leaving a broken Natasha behind as she holds Xender close to her body. Her hand is now trembling holding yours. Tears falling freely down her face and down onto your pale skin. You look as though you’re sleeping, like she could shake you awake. Her heart is shattering in her chest. You are gone and you’re never coming back. Leaving her with your son. She doesn’t know how she can do this without you. You were always the best part of her. Without you all she is is a kill machine. Designed for death and destruction. That death and destruction is now taking you away from her and your son. She would do anything to trade places with you. To be the one laying in that bed cold and gone.

The door slams open, hitting the wall harshly. A mix of fury and hurt on Wanda’s face. Her stride conveys her anger. Her eyes landing on your body as she bites the inside of her cheek trying to stay strong. Her gaze turned to the other red head in the room. Wanda points as Natasha. “You.” Wanda seethes. “You did this to her.” Her eyes turn a dangerous shade of red as she lets the anger take control.

Natasha can’t help but lower her gaze, not able to face the other woman. “You fucking left her alone and pregnant. Now look at her.” Wanda demands. “I said look at her.” Nat’s gaze moves to your soft face. “She is fucking dead and it is all your fault.” Natasha is quiet as she speaks. “I know.” Wanda scoffs at her anger not yet dissipated. “She fucking loved you. Y/n fucking loved you more than anything but you couldn’t care less about her. All you cared about was your stupid job. You had the best possible woman at home and now you’ll never have that again. You didn’t deserve her and you sure as hell don’t deserve her son. He may be a part of you but I hope that he is all of her. That boy deserves much better than a deadbeat mother like you. You should be the one that is dead. One day I hope that this catches up to you and it fucking kills you.” The fury at Nat finally turning into sorrow at the loss of you. Her best friend will no longer be in her life and she doesn’t know how to live without you.

Even though the both of them know that truely Nat had nothing to do with your death they both blame her. She blames herself, maybe you would be alive if she was around. Things could have been so different. You’re supposed to be a happy family and now you're gone. She tries to hold it together for as long as she can. Her legs are shaking as she tries to stay standing. Your loss cut her deeper than any wound she has ever had.

Wanda is stroking your hair as she cries. She never expected to lose you. To lose another important person in her life but you're gone now and she can’t fix it. She can’t bring the dead back to life.

Wanda can’t stand to see you like this anymore. She begins to move towards the door. As she does Nat’s legs give out under her as a sob racks her body. Xander cries at the sudden movement and as much as it pains Wanda to hear his cries she also knows she can’t do anything because Nat is still his mother. Wanda looks at Nat and shakes her head as the redhead cries on the floor clutching your son. “Pathetic.” Wanda murmurs as she exits the room.

Nat knows that she has deserved everything that has come her way since your death. The Avengers are only helping her because of Alexander. But every single one of them is giving her the cold shoulder, even Clint. Their only focus has been to help Xander. She has become a shell of her former self as she refuses to eat or train. She spends whatever time she isn’t sleeping with Xander. It hurts her to see him. He is just a reminder of you and what she has lost.

Today has been hard. No one is here to help her with Xander. Her mind racing with all the cold looks and hurtful words spewed her way. All of them ringing true in her mind she deserves all of it. All the hate and all the hurt. She looks at Xander sleeping peacefully in his crib. Her heart hurts as everything plays back. Wanda was right, she doesn’t deserve to be here. She knows what she has to do to make things right.

Knocks on the door echo through the home. Wanda stops chopping her vegetables and placing the knife down on the counter. “Just a minute.” She calls out as she wipes her hands on the apron adorning her hips. She makes her way to the front door, not hearing the tell tell signs of an important news flash. Her hand on the handle twisting it open and pulling the door towards herself. To her surprise no one is there. Her brows furrow thinking maybe she just imagined it. She is about to close the door when she hears a cry. Wanda is caught off guard when she looks down and sees Alexander placed in a basket in front of her door.

Wanda picks Xander up in her arms gently rocking him as she enters the house. “Vision!” She calls out as her mind begins to race. Where the hell is Natasha? Why was Xander left in a basket on her doorstep? Did Natasha leave him here? What the hell is going on?

A loud warning on the tv sounds and Wanda’s attention is drawn to the tv. A breaking news cast flashes on the screen. “Avenger Natasha Romanoff AKA Black Widow has been found dead in her home. At this time Police do not believe there has been any foul play involved. Some reports indicate a self inflicted wound. We will bring you more on this store as information is available.” The news caster disappears from the screen as it begins to play its regular programming.

All Wanda can hear is the sound of blood rushing through her ears. Her head reeling from the information. This can’t be real can it. How can any of this be real? You are gone and now so is Natasha. Leaving Alexander with no parents. Breaking her heart as the reality that he is becoming just like her an orphan.

Vision calls out to Wanda as she stares off into space. “Wanda?” Vision is able to finally break through to Wanda. She blinks her eyes not even noticing how they now shine with unshed tears. Her gaze met his confused one. He looks at Xander in her arms and back up to Wanda.

Are Her words the cause of all of this? Did her words ring true? Wanda’s tearful gaze looking down at the bundled sleeping baby in her arms. Before looking back up to Vision. The only words that Wanda can manage to muster. “I killed her.”

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judgmental-eyebrows · 2 months

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I’ve seen so much excellent gethan discourse, I need to throw this little idea into the ring.

Imagine that Ethan comes meandering back to town in season 6. He escaped from the Initiative awhile back, and decided it would be fun to come and annoy his best friend ex boyfriend former partner in crime Giles. Y’know. As a lover of chaos magic does.

But Giles has left, gone back to England. So, Ethan runs across Buffy and has a Thought. Maybe he thinks that if word gets back to Giles that he’s hanging around his Slayer he’ll come back, or he wants to prove something to Giles, or it’s just too good of a chance to pass up. He could lie, and say that he’s there because Giles told him to keep an eye out, but who would believe that?

So Ethan stays in Sunnydale and proclaims himself to be Buffy’s new unofficial Watcher.

It solves more problems than it causes, which is weird for everyone:

The trio of evil nerds are dealt with very quickly—they’re amateurs, and their work is just uninspiring.

Rack leaves town, having had a run in (that he does NOT wish to repeat) with Ethan years ago.

Willow’s still a bit shaky with the magic from time to time, but she, Tara, and Anya are so busy keeping him from stealing supplies from the Magic Box that she really doesn’t have much of a chance to do any major spells.

Xander has an honest talk with Anya after Ethan sprinkles hexed glitter in his work gloves.

While Buffy is really not pleased that Ethan is so persistent in sticking around, social services have been suspiciously absent lately… but it probably has nothing to do with Ethan standing outside her house and muttering something about “ignorance” and “overlooking”, while waving his hands, right?

Ethan is delighted by Buffy and Spike—they get into the best sort of trouble together. As he tells Buffy, he’s always had a soft spot for a bad boy, especially one with such pretty eyes. Spike’s flattered, and Buffy’s not sure if Ethan is seriously flirting with her vampire (and looking for a broken nose), or trying to irritate her. Either way, she’s not taking any chances.

When Giles returns (for whatever reason—Anya and Xander’s successful wedding? In expectation of the spring apocalypse?) he’s flabbergasted to see Ethan sipping his good liquor at the Magic Box.

“Ah hello, love,” Ethan says smoothly. “Since you left so abruptly and without instructions, I presumed custody over the various children. Join me for a drink?”

Dawn and Anya protest the most at being referred to as children, Spike says something about the number of British gents in the room, and Buffy flings her arms around her stunned Watcher’s neck.

“You have no idea how glad I am to see you. He’s the most annoying, obnoxious man I’ve ever met!”

“Yeah,” Xander pipes in, “and she’s dating Spike.”

“Speaking of dating…” Willow starts. “How come you never told us that you and Ethan—?”

And with that, Rupert Giles turns and leaves. He’ll come back in about five minutes, in the hopes that it was all an elaborate daydream.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #gethan #ethan rayne #rupert giles #buffy summers #spuffy #spike #willow rosenberg

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thissharktypes · 8 months

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Spike (btvs) x reader

Sensitive crybaby reader x bitchy Spike lol GN reader College age Scoobies and reader

You swing your legs back and forth on the kitchen counter, nibbling on a peanut butter drenched apple slice while you watch Buffy, Giles and Xander bicker back and forth about the best way to dispatch of yet another group of vamps. The door swings open and Spike stalks in, boots thudding loudly enough to pause the chatter before they resume bickering. You hop down and trot over to Spike with a big grin on your face and a handful of apple slices. “Hi Spike! How are you tonight?” you chirp up at him, your smile faltering only slightly when he scowls at you, rolling his eyes and dropping himself down on the couch. You follow suit, sitting on the edge to give him space, you hold out you hand “Do you want an apple slice?” his mouth curls down in disgust “Can’t you leave me alone? Everytime you’re around it’s talk talk talk,” he makes a talking motion with his hand “Starting to think you’re just drenching your panties every time you see me at this point.” you retract your hand and stand up “Sorry Spike! I’ll leave you alone.” Your voice still bubbly despite the tears clouding your eyes.

Blinking rapidly you duck your head and quickly maneuver into the kitchen, busying yourself with making dinner for the group. Focusing on cutting veggies and stirring pots, picking out spices here and there, all these little things help you brush off another one of Spike’s outbursts “Hey, you okay?” Willow touches your shoulder gently and you nod “It’s fine, really! I know he’s just cranky today.” she sighs “Y/N he’s always like that, why do you keep trying to be nice to him?” you shrug, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting “I guess,” you hesitate “I guess I feel a sort of connection to him?” you squint at Willow “Before I met you guys I had nobody, I was just the weird kid.” You laugh softly “I know that deep loneliness, Nobody deserves that.” you whisper. Willow lets out a soft ‘awwwe’ and throws her arms around you. Out of everyone she had always been your closest friend, stumbling across her in the college library and immediately hitting it off by bonding over your similar fandom shirts you had both worn that day.

After a plan had been agreed on you set out bowls and plates, Willow trailing behind with silverware and cups. A big pot of pastina, fresh bread and a wonderful salad decorated your table. Cooking was something you took pride in, always so happy to share with your loved ones. But your eyes flickered towards Spike who had taken a seat near the end of the table, a spoon tightly grasped in his hand. You know in your heart that Spike could be kind, but the fear of him insulting the only thing you felt like you could offer to the group was rattling around in your skull.

Despite your hesitation you give him the benefit of the doubt and settle yourself in a chair too, letting everyone grab what they want before you serve yourself. Praises and compliments of how good it smells and how pretty everything is make you beam with pride “Okay okay enough talking, everyone eat!” you flap your hands dramatically. Everyone seems pleased with the food and casual conversations spark up before a groan followed by the loud clattering of a spoon and a chair being pushed back “I know the little one doesn’t have any useful skills for your merry little crew, but the food isn’t that good.” he turns on his heel and leaves, the door slamming shut behind him. All eyes are on you while you desperately try and keep a smile on your face while choking back tears, a hand slides into yours, you already know its Willow “It’s really good Y/N, you always cook for us when we’re sick or sad and it always makes us better, we wouldn’t keep coming over for meals if we didn’t like it.” Xander nods in agreement “You know me, I can’t lie about food.” he says through a mouthful of pasta and bread. You let out a watery laugh “Thanks you guys, It’s okay, I’ll keep trying. One day I’ll make him like me!” you wipe your eyes, ignoring the frustrated looks the group passes each other, all of them knowing you had spent every moment you could fighting to make Spike happy despite how much they all hated him.

Weeks pass, cookies laughed at, little clay sculptures insulted, clothing picked at, hair messed up, you took it all. Every last insult, every angry look, you tried so hard with your gifts, never giving up, until he took it too far.

Buffy had been gushing about some guy she met on campus, you and Willow sipping tea while the rest of the gang sat around the tv nearby “Ugh, I can’t even explain it!” she squealed happily “It’s like he’s perfect, and absolutely no vampy, demon-y, creepiness at all!” you and Willow give fake applause before you three melt into a pile of giggles “That just leaves you Y/N,” the red head wiggles her eyebrows “Everyone here has someone except you,” her nose scrunches “And crabby pants.” you swat her arm gently, laughing “I have a better chance at getting someone than that poor sod,” Spike shouts at the group “Nobody would pick such a boring creature like Y/N.” he snickers.

Your head swims, you have no idea why that hurt so much worse than anything he had said before. You stare at the table, trying to will away the sob that was bubbling up. Slowly standing, you push yourself away from the table, tears streaming down your cheeks. His grin drops as soon as he sees your face, but you’re gone, the front door flung wide open, silence falling over the room while your retreating figure gets farther and farther away. Willows fists clench, she had bit her tongue for the sake of you, but screw it “You fucking asswipe!” she chucks a plate at Spikes head, eyes wide, he ducks, just barely missing it “Every time Y/N does something nice you stomp on it! Do you know how hard they worked on every little gift for you?” her feet guide her in front of the now cowering blond man “And every single time you. made. them. Cry.” she jams a finger in his chest each time to punctuate her words “But they never give up, no matter how many times we all warn them about you they still pour their heart and soul into caring about you because they believed you deserved love and affection.” Willow snarls the last bit out, her rant more rage filled than any of her friends even thought she could muster.

Willows chest heaves, suddenly out of breath. She steps back, about to follow her friend outside before a hand stops her “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.” Spikes face is hard as he leaves, unsure of how to handle the new information.

Over an hour of searching with no sign of you, he kicks a nearby tree, bark and wood splintering into the air “Bloody ponce!” he rakes his hands through his hair, aggravated “Such a bloody idiot!” Spike paces back and forth, a slew of self hatred spewing from his mouth. A twig snaps but he doesn’t even notice “Spike?” you sniffle, eyes puffy and red “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he whips around to face you, drinking in your pouty, quivering lips, how you’re hugging your elbows and shivering, the mud staining your pants. All this and your first thought is to comfort him? He has you pulled into his arms, face buried in your hair, gripping you against him, before you can even repeat your question. A muffled ‘Oh!’ as your face is smothered in his chest. You both stand like that for who knows how long, Spike’s fingers carefully running through your hair, pausing to unravel tangles or pull out little bits of twigs or leaves. You squirm, your legs hurting from holding you up for so long after running. He shifts and suddenly you’re both on the ground, you on his lap, now swaddled tightly in his jacket. Spike presses kisses all over your face before guiding you to nuzzle into his neck, he’s rambling and you’re barely able to catch each word “I’m so sorry love, I truly am, I shouldn’t have been such a wanker to you.” he tucks his jacket under your chin “I was…” he swallows “Scared, I ‘spose. You were just so sweet, absolutely dotting on me pet, I’m not used to it.” your hand curls into a fist, gripping his shirt “I’ve been right smitten with you since you tried to give me that dinosaur band-aid,” you smile against his skin, remembering that day “You had said somethin’ about you having ‘Ello Kitty ones too but you didn’t want me to be embarrassed.” he pulls you even closer “I kept everything, ate all your little treats too, took everything in me to not beg you to cook for me.” you pull back and look up at him with such a soft look on your face his breath catches in his throat “Really?” your voice is so quiet he almost didn’t hear you, but he nods, his now messy hair falling across his forehead “Pet… You scared me when you ran off, Willow put the fear of capital G-O-D into me, threw a plate at me and everything,” he chuckles “Your friends love you, so vocal about how much they care, made me a bit jealous I think.” he nods “I could write a thousand sonnets about your kindness and it would never be enough to even begin to explain how much I cherish you.” your lips are pressed to his the second he finishes. Wrapped in each others arms, soft kisses, sweet nothings whispered in your ears, everything you could have hoped for and more.

#spike btvs #spike x reader #spike btvs x reader #spike x reader btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #William Spike Pratt #William Pratt x reader

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accirax · 3 months

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Fourth Anniversary Art Analysis

(Credits to DRDTdev for the art, obviously. Please support the original post.)

Yeah guys, this is definitely Charles, trust me. (/j)

In all seriousness, the reveal of what Teruko's brother (more or less) looks like got me thinking about a couple of things. I'd like to ramble about them in a space less directly linked to the public fourth anniversary art!

The first is that we've (basically) confirmed that Teruko's brother is older than her, something that I don't think we actually technically knew until now! I always got those kind of vibes, but it's nice to know for sure.

The second is something that most people have picked up on-- his white hair color. Between DRDT and altDRDT, the only people who we've seen with white hair up to this point are XF and Dandelion (I think those are the names people agreed upon???). Both of those seem... unlikely to be Teruko's brother, although, for what it's worth, they do both use he/him pronouns. That's not to say that Teruko's brother couldn't have dyed his hair after he and Teruko last parted, and still be someone else we know, like Teacher. However, I could also easily believe that DRDTdev may have wanted to draw this art as a soft disconfirmation of the "Teacher is Teruko's brother" theory before people got in too deep. It's too bad, though, I did like that one.

One of the reasons why I liked it was because of the synergy with Teruko's favorite color being red due to "association." However, even if Teruko's brother still is Teacher, it seems like he has no red in his design as of the last time Teruko saw him. I suppose red could still be his eye color, but I'm going to take this mean that Teruko's positive association with red is due to somebody else-- likely either Xander or Mai, or possibly still Teacher, but without him being her brother.

Lastly, and most importantly, I find it highly interesting that, at this point in time, Teruko's brother is shown with several scrapes and bandages, while Teruko has absolutely none. It got me thinking about the nature of Teruko's luck.

I wonder if Teruko's bad luck operates in a way where it will hurt whoever is around her until she's the only one left, at which point it has no one to attack but herself. (The only comparison I can think of is to the Death card in the card game Fluxx, so shout out if you know what I'm talking about.)

As long as Teruko is the "protagonist," her luck will go after the "side characters". But, if Teruko isolates herself, then the luck will go after the hero.

Now, there is a bit of contradictory evidence going on here, because Teruko has had unfortunate things happen to her since entering the killing game and being around other people. Most notably, the time that she slipped and fell while holding the cake, and when Xander tried to kill her. That's why I'm wondering if there's also an element of how much Teruko cares about these people involved. Like, if Teruko cares less about someone, they don't pop up as a "side character" punching bag as much. Or, if Teruko caring about someone is the inciting incident to turning an entire group of people into "side characters"-- that way, if she had no friends at any of the schools she attended, she could have avoided dooming them all.

Teruko cared a lot about Xander, so his betrayal was the tipping point. After she took one last blow, the scales tipped and more bad things started happening to the other students than to Teruko. Teruko falling down transformed into the much worse luck of Min dying. And, from then on, the "side characters" started taking the brunt of the bad luck (J's secret being revealed, Eden being bullied and threatened, Ace nearly dying, etc), while Teruko remained mostly fine.

If there is an element of how much Teruko cares about people involved, it would give her a lot of incentive to be a loner and actively make people dislike her.

Anyways, just a thought. This one is pretty off the cuff, so I wouldn't be surprised if I'm missing something or overstepping here.

Happy fourth anniversary DRDT, happy ???th birthday Mai, and a happy day to all of you!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt spoilers #teruko tawaki #fanganronpa #i couldn't finish the mm theory for today but at least i have something to celebrate the anniversary #which i totally forgot was today #probably because i've never celebrated it before (<- started watching in may 2023)#if teruko's brother ISN'T teacher (or charles lmao) i wonder how/if he will impact the plot #maybe not at all #i'm not fully counting out teacher being her brother yet btw this could still be an intentional mislead #my theories

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cherrys-writings · 1 year

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Good Friends

Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, PiV sex, tigh riding, cockwarming, Grayson Hawthorne bites

Another week passes before Skye contacts the lawyers about a will reading. I’m working on my manuscript in the solarium, legs draped across Grayson’s lap while he reads, when Skye bursts in, “Who is Avery Kylie Grambs?”

The hand caressing my knee freezes and he takes a steadying breath before answering, “I’ve never heard of them.”

Skye marches around, so she is standing in front of us, “according to the lawyers, my father requires the presence of certain people at the reading or it will not be read at all. One of these people is some Avery Kylie Grambs. Someone that none of us has heard of.”

Then as if she just notices me, “oh hello sweetie! Xander said you were working on a new book. Will it be a little more….lighthearted?”

“You could call it a romanticism revival,” I say, tousling Gray’s hair.

“I have a soft spot for love stories. Especially, your love stories,” she gives us a knowing smile, before sweeping out of the room.

Grayson tosses my notebook on the coffee table, “you know Mary Shelly invented the horror genre during the romanticism movement, don’t you?”

I shift so I’m sitting across his lap, “I’m familiar with the Romanticism Movement,” still playing with his hair, “I did convince you to sign up for ages of art and literature with me junior year.”

Grayson laughs, hands resting on my hips, “Convinced? You begged me, Davis”

I close the space between us, “I don’t beg, Hawthorne,” moving to get up.

He’s quick to stop me, practically throwing me into the plush cushions. Giggling, I try to unsuccessfully slip from his grasp; trapped beneath him. Barely containing a grin, I begin a new strategy, sliding my fingers around his sides, until I find the spot that makes him jump. Gray stifles his laugh as best he can, “Flower, what do you think you’re doing?”

Instead of answering, I concentrate on that one spot. When he can’t hold back, the most wonderful sound bursts forth. Eyes squeezed shut, head ducked forward, squirming, and I find myself laughing with him.

“Please,” Gray gasps, trying and failing to find a ticklish spot of mine.

His contagious laughter is a sound I haven’t heard in a long time. Desperate for it to continue, I dodge his hands blindly grasping for my wrists.

“Enough,” he holds my arms above my head, last remnants of laughter shake his form, “you’re done.”

My laughing fit ceases when I look up. Grayson, drenched in sunlight, the honey and gold of his hair illuminated by the evening sky. Eyes smokey, almost haunting, and totally–

“Exquisite,” I breathe

“What’s ex–”

Raising my head, I connect our lips.Grayson relaxes into it, pushing my hands farther into the seat and settling himself against me. The world is reduced to nothing as I lose myself in his intoxicating kiss. He leaves slow kisses on my neck, a hand squeezing along my thigh to wrap around his. I try to reach out, to tangle my hands in his hair, cradle his face, anything. Each time I’m met with a strong, gentle push to keep my hands still. My frustrated huff is met with Gray’s breathy chuckle before his lips are back on mine, hungry. Whining as he bites at my bottom lip. Legs around his waist, I try to pull him closer, rolling my hips up in search of something to ease my now growing frustration. A groan rumbles through his chest, his own need evident. When I grind upwards again, Grayson has my hips in a vice grip holding them still against the sofa.

“Careful, my flower,” his face deadly serious.

I sit up, “or what?”

Grayson blinks, brows furrowed. His hands never leave their place tracing the skin along the waist of my shorts. I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth then along his jaw, his breaths heavy.

“Did you hear me, little prince,” I coo, rolling my hips again.

He sighs, hands trailing up my spine, fingers digging slightly when I nip his jaw. “Tell me what’s gonna happen, little prince,” I mumble against his neck, working to loosen his tie.

“I want you go–,” Gayson licks his lips, averting his eyes.

The beginnings of that word make my heart pound, “say it.”

He meets my gaze, “I want you, goddess.”

He stands without warning and leads me through one of the many hidden corridors in the house. Pressing him against the wall, I leave a trail of hot kisses to the spot behind his ear that makes him shiver. Grayson tangles his hands in my hair, tugging lightly. He whines when I step back, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Off.”

He responds without hesitation, harshly pulling his arms out of the long sleeved button-down. My hands slip under the plain undershirt, his stomach muscles tensing at my touch, the fabric bunching together as it slides upward, quickly followed by my own top. He pulls me flush against him for another needy kiss, before picking me up. Grayson walks slowly towards his bed, squeezing my ass as I pepper kisses along his jaw. He turns, so I’m straddling him when he sits. He pulls my hips forward, grinding me against him, my breath hitches. Desire taking over, I rock against him, breathy moans escaping.

“Someone’s needy,” Grayson breathes against my ear, hands running along the band of my bra, “I wanna see you, all of you. Please.”

The sweetness in his request pulls me back to reality, heat rising in my face when I stand, shimming out of my shorts and panties. Grayson kisses up my stomach, before pulling me to straddle his thigh. He nips at my collarbones, unclasping my bra, fingertips trailing down my arms and tossing it aside. Grayson sits back appreciating my bare form grinding against his slacks, his mouth slightly agape.

His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding my movements, “this feel good, flower?”

“Mmhmm,” my mind clouds with building pleasure.

I rest my head against his, cupping his face in my hands, eyes fluttering shut with each grind. Every motion, every thought consumed by the yearning for more; more of him. I let one hand slide down to stroke him through his slacks making him buck against me. Grayson’s fingers ghost along my soft flesh and my breath hitches when he brushes my nipple. I shudder under his touch, sighing from the combined sensations. My head falls back when he takes one into his mouth, moaning as he licks the peaked bud. I rake my hands through his hair, tugging harshly, approaching bliss. My hips stutter, elastic band tightening in my abdomen, “Grayson,” I whine.

Grayson’s eyes snap back to mine, dark, “say it again.”

Hands finding my hips again, he flexes the muscles of his thigh making me cry out from the added pressure; his name falling from my lips like a prayer. My breath comes in short gasps, catching in my throat when the band finally snaps, in blinding pleasure. Grayson pulls my hips against him, drawing it out as my thighs shake until I lean heavily against his shoulder, breathless.

He presses a kiss to my temple, “that was exquisite.”

I reach between us, feeling the shape of him. Grayson bucks his hips against my hand, before forcing himself still. I lean back to look at him, taking him by the shoulders, “we can stop, little prince.”

“I want this. It’s just….been a minute.”

I press a kiss to his forehead, “do you have something?”

He smirks and we break apart for a moment. Grayson discards his boxers and fumbles through the table by his bed. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I let myself slowly sink onto his length.

“Oh fuck,” Grayson moans.

He kisses down my chest, as I move on his length. He bites my lip, silencing the moan when he brings his thumb to circle my clit. Nibbling along my jaw and pushing me against the mattress. Mesmerized watching this abs tense and relax as he pounds into me, my hands wander over the taut planes. I nearly miss the adoration in Gray’s eyes when he lifts my chin, staring at me. He leans down for a messy kiss, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Grayson slows, groaning, suddenly rolling his hips at an agonizingly slow rhythm, a loud whine escapes me. Blond hair sticks to his forehead when he tucks his face against my neck, chuckling darkly. I push my hips upward, trying to meet his thrusts. He growls, sitting back and lifting them in a bruising grip. The perfect angle lets him thrust deeper until he hits the spot that has me seeing stars, gasping and grabbing at his forearms.

Pressing my head back into the pillows, moaning, “so close, Gray.”

My nails rake down his arms when I come undone, breath catching in a silent scream. Graysons nails dig into my waist, swearing as he loses himself in bliss, eyebrows scrunched. His hips jerk with shallow thrusts before finally stilling. “Can I just stay like this for a bit? I like how you feel around me.”

I nod, still breathless and pull him to rest against my chest.

“You’re perfection, little prince,” I pant, carding my fingers through his hair.

Grayson hums in reply, tracing patterns on my chest. We lay there in silence until long after dark, before sliding apart. He catches my arm as I move to get up, light eyes pleading.

“I’m not going far Gray,” I coo.

Hesitantly, he lets go, watching my every move as I walk into his en suite and fill the tub. I stand in front of him, taking his hands in mine, “I’ll never leave you Grayson.”

“Promise,” he asks.

“Promise,” I press a kiss to his hand before leading him to sit behind me in the steaming water.

I lean back on his shoulder, caressing his arms wrapped loosely around mine. Savoring the closeness, Grayson presses kisses to the top of my head, murmuring sweet praises. When the water starts to cool, he wraps us in fluffy towels. Grayson reaches into the cupboard before having me sit on the edge of the tub. Vanilla and brown sugar invade my senses as he gently rubs lotion up my calf, periodically kissing along my leg.

“Grayson, why do you have my favorite lotion in your bathroom,” I look at him expectantly.

He moves to the other leg and slowly massages each arm, “Because I can, my flower.” He moves to pick me up, I wince when his hands graze my hips. Grayson cradles my face in his hands, panicked eyes searching mine, “Did I hurt you?”

I grab his wrists, leaning back to see his full face, “I’m not made of glass, little prince.”

Satisfied, he scoops me up, pulling the covers back and unceremoniously dropping me in bed. I giggle, scooting over arms outstretched to him as he tucks the blankets around me, strong arms pulling me into his chest. “Sometimes,” I yawn, “I wish other people could see this side of you.”

“You better not let anyone know I have a heart, flower,” Grayson kisses my forehead.

I slowly drift to sleep, in the place where I was always meant to. No longer ships in the night, no more endless questions, just Grayson and I tangled in one another. Maybe Nash was right, in a sense, we weren’t good friends, we were home.

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Ngl,,,,, I have a love-hate relationship with Tobias (Tattersall) and Skye Hawthorne

Like it's not even funny how much I absolutely adore and DESPISE them 😭

With Skye, it's mostly hate because she's the reason the boys have such unresolved Mommy Issues 💀 At the very least, I'm happy Grayson can find a much healthier mother figure in Acacia it's one of the reasons I'm so excited for The Grandest Game because I wanna see their relationship develop!

But at the same time this woman is fascinating in terms of characterization. I kinda wished JLB did more with Skye, but for the most part, I enjoyed Skye's characterization in the OG trilogy because of how consistent her characterization's been. (We can at least give Skye credit for giving the iconic line “Do you know what the difference is between Millions and Billions, Ava? Because at a certain point, it's not about the money” /hj)

With Tobias.... Potentially controversial take, but I LOVE his character sm.

Like yes, what he said to Grayson and Jameson in their respective flashback sequences (yes, including the one with Emily in the treehouse) was messed up. Telling Grayson that it was going to be him, and telling Jameson he was ordinary is very much fucked up for him to say to them. Although, in my opinion, the Jameson thing felt kind of out of nowhere because it wasn't really there in the OG trilogy

However, like with Skye, I am fascinated by the way JLB had characterized him. The fact that he was loyal to Alice, apologized to Zara and Skye in the letter of what was supposed to be their game, and cared about his grandsons enough to make them better men than he'll ever be. Fucked up as the man may be, you can tell he had his moments where he genuinely cared as a person. (I especially liked that he had a soft spot for Xander and Rebecca, because that needs to be discussed more often!!)

I'm honestly hoping JLB stays true to Tobias' character if he ever makes an appearance in TGG via flashbacks or character mentions because what got me so hooked on this serious (other than Grayson) was from how RIDICULOUSLY invested I was in this manipulative, loyal, machiavellian old texan man.

#the inheritance games #tobias hawthorne #tobias tattersall hawthorne #skye hawthorne #the grandest game #the brothers hawthorne

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gabriel-xander · 6 months

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I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 1

[Scaramouche x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

Summary:

You hate working for the Fatui. You hate working for Scaramouche. And you just… hate Scaramouche.

He's two-faced, incorrigible, insensitive, and has an atrocious personality. Unlike yourself, he enjoys hurting others simply because he can. You know he only recruited you because he believes you have the potential to be a killer. You didn't join the Fatui because you wanted to, you joined because you needed the resources. You don't want to be turned into a weapon, but Scaramouch didn't care.

You really… really hate him.

{Also on Quotev, AO3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 1: Oh, Lore?

You smoothly fix your mask over your face when you cool off enough from the strong breeze. It was pretty stuffy in that Fatui mask despite the weather being colder than Tsaritsa's taint 24/7, you never liked wearing it. But you had no choice but to follow the regulation of keeping your uniform in check.

"[L/n]."

You look up from the report you were reading, your fellow agent was towering over you since you were sitting on a rock.

"What is it, Kazuki?" You mutter, closing the folder to hide whatever was inside.

It's not like you didn't trust Kazuki: he was the only one you could trust considering he was your best friend. But you two weren't in the same department, and you rather not expose him to the danger you had to deal with. He was special to you like that.

The pale man offers a ghost of a smile, "May I sit with you?"

You snort unattractively, "Sure, be my guest."

The rock wasn't even big enough for your ass, but maybe that was Kazuki's plan from the start. Scooting over so you're practically just sitting at the edge, the black haired agent carefully sits next to you on your conquered rock island.

You let out an undignified squeal as Kazuki's body manages to shove you off the rock. He quickly grabs your arm and pulls it against his body so you don't fall. You had to drop the report on the snow so you could steady yourself against the rock. Both you and Kazuki were laughing like morons, luckily that the other agents were inside where it protected them from the Snezhnaya weather.

"Moron," You chuckle, already feeling warm from where you and the other were flushed together, "What do you want? I don't have Mora."

Kazuki was a tall man, taller compared to the majority of people anyway. And since you're probably the one of the few people who's seen him without his Fatui mask, you can confidently say that Kazuki was, unfortunately, very attractive. His pale skin was close to perfect, minus the horizontal scar on his left cheek. His black hair was pushed back, at the front and center of his hair was pink.

His eyes were an extremely light shade of brown, almost giving it a gold hue. Though because of this, it made his tadpole pupils easily visible. This is where the pupils take an oval-like shape, though in Kazuki's case, they almost look sharp at the end.

His deep voice brings you out of your thoughts, "I don't want anything. I just wanted to check up on you since you're out here alone. I know you hate Snezhnaya weather so..."

"Aw, am I that special to you?" You tease, letting your guard down just a bit.

"Absolutely not. Go perish."

You groan, "Speaking of doing shit that seems shitty, how's it like working for Lord Tartaglia?"

The male agent sharply shakes his head. Clear message: change the subject.

"Well, if it's any consolation, Lord Scaramouche doesn't remember I exist," You add lamely, "I really think my recruitment was a mistake on his part."

Kazuki shakes his head, "I don't understand why you joined the Fatui to begin with. This is no place for someone like you."

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"That you're too soft."

"Oh." That's pretty much true so you can't even say anything! "I didn't wanna get chosen by Lord Scaramouche, but apparently he thought I was most suited for his field since he commands the Skirmishers."

Kazuki raises a brow, "And how do you know that?"

"Well... Do you remember three months ago, the night of our personal recruitment's to the Harbingers?"

——

You wouldn't consider yourself talented in anything or skilled in areas that are remarkable. But you do pride yourself in being able to sweet talk your way into and out of situations, and your invisibility. Not that you're dIfFeReNt AnD qUiRkY and no one ever notices you, but you're an absolute fucking master at sneaking into places you do not belong in.

It's not often that Harbingers will recruit for direct subordinates, so when you (and Kazuki) were given the chance, you put on your best show in hopes of attracting the attention of a low ranking Harbinger.

That's right, you wanted to work for someone like Il Dottore. He's a researcher, and in your opinion, the most pacifistic department. You also heard he's not fond of Vision-wielders, so you thought he would've loved to have someone like you.

But no.

That's not what happened.

You knelled down in front of the door that led into Scaramouche's office, taking a long, thin, metallic tool from your pocket. You stuck the tool into the lock and began to twist and turn the device to pick at the door.

You're probably expecting some deep lore for the reason why you're a lock-picking master, but honestly you just learned it to impress your friends when you were a kid.

Anyway, you don't have a Vision, and honestly you're grateful for that. You've seen what happens to those who's Visions are taken away or destroyed. And if your own personal research has made you learn anything, you're not too eager about being granted into Celestia.

You openly displayed disgust when the recruitment reports. You, along with a handful of other brutish Fatui agents, were selected to be direct subordinates of the Balladeer: Scaramouche, Number Six of the Fatui Harbingers.

Not only that, he appointed you as his second in command simply because you're quiet (around him).

You bit your tongue from cheering out loud when a familiar click came from the door. You pulled the tool out and stuffed it back into your uniform. You quickly stood up and opened the door, slipping inside and quietly closing it behind yourself.

You sighed in relief when you didn't see anyone in the room. Perhaps it was extremely reckless to not check before entering, but that was just a flaw you needed to work on. Noticing the stack of folders on Scaramouche's plain desk, you quickly made your way to the other side of the room.

——

"YOU BR-" Kazuki quickly lowers his voice to a whisper, "You broke into Lord Scaramouche's office?!"

"Yeh."

"Holy fuck. How are you not dead?!"

"Let me finish."

——

Each folder was plain and unmarked, you had to open each one and skim for your name to find your folder. There were so many folders, and from what you gathered, three folders belonged to one person. One for their medical/physical information, one for their specialty, and if they wielded a vision or not, and the last one was personal information about the person's detailed background.

You weren't interested in anyone else other than yourself and Kazuki, and Scaramouche wouldn't have your friends' folder, so you only searched for your own.

Skimming through the first files for your name, then separating it three at a time, you begin searching more frantically when you start reaching the bottom and you've yet to see your report.

Maksim, Ivac, Andrei, Lena, [L/n- That's mine!

On the fucking bottom of the pile were your reports, no doubt Scaramouche did that on fucking purpose.

You organize the other folders neatly as they were before, leaving yours out to read it.

[Y/n] [L/n]

Female

[Height]

[Weight]

——

"Ugh," Kazuki scrunches his nose, "If I ever go missing, do not put my weight on the missing poster. I promise I won't come back."

——

[Eye Color]

[Hair Color]

Agent 241100

You shake your head and check your specialty folder. You don't think you can see how much the Fatui knows about your family, it might break you.

You skim through the folder to the last page where you see notes written in a different font and color. You're pretty sure this is Scaramouche's own notes on your person.

Wields no Vision, yet she is exceptionally more talented and stronger than the other incompetent agents who do wield Visions. She uses a Claymore, but is surprisingly fast with her attacks and just as powerful. I've heard she wants to be on a researching branch, or a collector, or something of the sorts. But that will be a waste of talent, which is why I recruited her before that idiot Childe could. The brat hesitates with harming the others during training, no doubt it will become a liability later on. But with enough exposure, she could become the perfect killer and wea-

"And what do you think you're doing?"

You slam the folder closed and spin around to face the door since your dumbass had your back towards the entrance.

You widen your eyes, just realizing that you forgotten your mask with Kazuki in the main room where other agents just fuck around.

You grin nervously, "I... Lord Tartaglia...!"

——

"HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD, [Y/N]?!" Kazuki shouts too close to your ear.

You frown and rub your ear against your shoulder, "Well, stop interrupting me, Nao, and I'll tell you!"

"Fine."

"Fine!"

——

"What are you doing here?" Tartaglia crossed his arms, an expression mixed with a smile and a scold, "You are aware this is Scaramouche's office."

"Wh-uh, w-what are you doing here, hm? Lord Tartaglia?"

You messily shoved your folders under the pile since you were doing it behind your back. You're sure Tartaglia wasn't blind to it, considering he was fucking looking right at you.

"You must've picked the lock, the door wasn't all the way closed," Tartaglia amused you, "Now, explain yourself. I'd hate to have you executed for treason."

"Treason? Isn't that a bit uh-an overreaction?" You bit the inside of your cheek, "I-I just wanted to check why Lord Scaramouche chose me as his direct subordinate. I'm not a Skirmisher, and I did my best to make it perfectly clear that I wanted the most pacifistic branch..."

You turn your gaze to the side, silently referring to the folders behind you on the desk, "I have no other motives, I just wanted to know why the Archons have forsaken me."

You hear a soft puff of air from Tartaglia before the sound of footsteps. You keep your gaze down, knowing better than to look a Harbinger in the eyes.

"Does Scaramouche explain why he recruited you?" Tartaglia asked as he stopped by your side, nudging you to move so he could look at the files.

"Yes, sir. Well, I think so? Something about how he can turn me into a weapon and a killer if the fucker traumatizes me enough," You scoffed.

"Ha-ha! Is that so?"

"Oh!" Shit, you forgot who you were talking to, "I-I mean-I'm so sorry! I mean no disrespect towards Lord Scara-"

"-No, don't worry about it," Tartaglia said dismissively as he picked up your folder from the bottom, "He's certainly unpleasant, I'll give you that. Where are his notes?"

"Second folder, last page."

Tartaglia follows your instructions, grabbing the folder and opening it to the last page. You keep watch of the door, watching and listening for any intruders since Tartaglia didn't bother closing the door. You're sure he did it on purpose so if Scaramouche does come in, the blame would quickly fall on you.

Fucker.

"Interesting. You're a skilled fighter, [L/n]?" Tartaglia mused, "And you hid this fact from me? How rude."

"I'm not-" You felt your eyelid twitch, "-I don't like fighting. That's why I hope to be recruited by someone lame like Lord Dottore. Or even you, so I can just collect debts."

Tartaglia hummed quietly for a moment. You push yourself off the desk, stretching your arms above your head. You're actually preparing yourself to die right now. You disrespected not one, but two Harbingers in front of Tartaglia, got caught breaking into a superior's office, and you didn't even properly greet Tartaglia like you were supposed to.

You're honestly surprised to have lived so long anyway.

"Well, get out of here already," Tartaglia picks up your second folder to read it, not bothering to look at you, "If you leave now, you won't get caught."

You blink in surprise, "I... Lord Tartaglia-"

The ginger finally looks at you with a grin, though it doesn't reach his eyes. Later you learn that it never does.

"-Leave, before I throw the blame on you and say you picked the lock."

You bow deeply in gratitude, "Thank you, Lord Tarta-"

"-Childe."

"...Yes, thank you, Lord Childe."

——

Kazuki whistles loudly, "Wow..."

"Yep," You cling to Kazuki's arm as you pick up the report you have dropped, "And I guess he kept his word since I'm still alive and Lord Scaramouche hasn't said anything to me yet."

Kazuki suddenly stands up, causing you to fall off the rock and land in the cold snow.

"You fucker! You couldn't give me a warning?! This is why I have trust issues, Nao! You have any-"

"-Let's go inside, [Y-er, [L/n]," Kazuki's tone is suddenly more monotonous as he reaches his hand out, "I actually came out here to get you. Lord Scaramouche requested for you."

"You motherfucker."

#fanfiction #reader insert #geshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #female reader #scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #original character #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer #wanderer x reader #short story #i dont know how to tag on tumblr #im doing me best #IWYDI Fanfiction

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Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

(Part 2 to Toil and Trouble)

Pairing: Spike x Harris!reader

Request: I wanted to write a second part to this and I got few comments asking for a pt2 as well! This is the aftermath/relationship between reader and Spike after their date and the conversation that needed to be had with Xander.

As you had sensed, that date had been the first of many with Spike. It had been months since that evening where you had untied him and walked into the moonlight. If only life was like a movie, it could have stopped there. With the promise and hope of everything being okay.

Your twin, of course, couldn’t just let it rest. The tension had reached boiling point. In fact, you had been avoiding him for the past three months. That conversation you had promised him? You were never in the room long enough for him to even take a breath to start to speak.

Spike had found himself a crypt, had almost managed to help kill the slayer through Adam at the Initiative and had given you one of his rings to wear. He had turned to you, halfway through an episode of Passions and had actually managed to drag his eyes away and earnestly offered you the knotted silver band. It was a promise. You had never taken it off since.

You, although knowing Spike had been up to something, didn’t want to hear the finer details. So long as your brother wasn’t going to be hurt, you didn’t want to hear it. You just wanted to be close to Spike. Of course it would be nice to save the world and all that but, really, that ship had sailed and it was more your brother’s hobby than yours.

You were sat in his crypt, curled up on his sofa by his side. Your bodies bathed in candlelight, glowing in a silent contentment. All that could be heard was the distant buzzing of the tv. But that didn’t matter to you. Only he mattered. Your head rested on his shoulders as he wrapped an around you, pulling you in closer. The popcorn you had been sharing had long since been abandoned.

You pressed a few soft kisses against his neck, the near-silent sigh of pleasure you heard from Spike made you smile into the kisses. He used his hand to guide your head to face him, pressing your forehead against his. He savoured the moment closing his eyes at the contact, he could stay in this moment forever and be the happiest man alive.

You leaned in again, pressing your lips to his. He tasted like cigarette smoke and popcorn. He cupped your cheek in his hand, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he started to deepen the kiss, the way he always did. Knocking the breath from your body. He tilted your head back, thumb sliding to caress your neck with his strong hand, his lips hungrily-

The door to the crypt swung open with such force that it came off its hinges. You tensed and Spike pulled you in close to his side, willing to defend you against anything that came your way. He was fiercely protective and you knew he would lay down his life for you in a heartbeat (one of your heartbeats, of course).

“Can’t a vampire have one sodding moment to rest in peace with his love?”

It was your brother. Again. And his friends, Willow and Buffy. Buffy had a stake and a scary look on her face. The only real threat you had ever felt inside the crypt coming from those supposedly on the side of ‘good’.

Once, you may have sprang apart but you were too comfortable and really, you were an adult. Your brother would have to physically prize you apart if he wanted you to move away from Spike.

“Xander! What is your problem?! You’re dating a demon, I’m dating a vampire it’s not exactly much of a difference”

“Actually, love-”

“Not now, Spike!” You both said at the same time.

“I really bloody hate it when you do that” he muttered but surrendered at the look on your face. You just didn’t want him to say anything that could get a redwood in his chest. You really, really liked him.

“Anya’s different” He insisted, awarding him a glare from you.

“Oh my God, you’re such a bonehead! It’s exactly the same”

“Why don’t we all make with the calmness and take a deep-”

“No time or place for none of your spiritual-wicca bollocks now, Red” Spike warned, knowing you well by now. You didn’t like it when people told you what to do. Especially not the ‘morally superior’ group of your brothers friends.

You reached for Spike’s arm subconsciously and rubbed his arm slowly, showing him that you were right there with him. Thanking him for speaking up. You didn’t actually like arguing, you just didn’t like to back down either. Your brother didn’t exactly appreciate the display of affection, however.

“That’s it! You and me, pal, outside!” Xander said, putting his hands in a fist in a way that could only be described as a mockery of a fight.

“You and what army, Xander” You rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, Spike shrugged and walked outside, lighting up a cigarette as he went. Xander looked a little nervous but took a deep breath and followed him out.

You started to follow too, not wanting either of them to come to any harm but Buffy blocked your way. When you tried to move past, it felt like walking into a brick wall. She was incredibly strong despite her size.

“You’re, uh, strong” You offered lamely, stepping back from her.

“We should probably leave them to it”

“Did you ever think that I might be hurt when you all decided to keep this from me?” It was only because of your healthy curiosity that you had come across Buffy slaying and then researched it yourself. If you hadn’t, when you had first been faced with a vampire you may have not even had a stake on your person.

“We told Xander you should know, but we kinda didn’t wanna get in the middle of a twin-fight” Buffy explained, shuddering at the thought of the infamous twin fights she had witnessed between you and Xander. To you both, they weren’t all that serious usually but it appeared to be in front of others. This time had been different though.

“I’ve known you since I was a kid, Willow, where’s the loyalty?”

Willow opened her mouth and then closed it again, unsure how to speak. She had always been fond of you but she was best friends with Xander and she had never really forgiven you for spreading the news that she had cheated on Oz with your brother around school. You had only told one of your friends, you just happened to have been overheard.

Meanwhile, outside…

Xander had, in a surprise to everyone involved, punched Spike and held him against the wall of the crypt. Spike took it, choking out smoke in surprise but stood there and didn’t even defend himself. Only for you. He was love’s bitch, after all. He knew how upset you would be, even though he was an idiot, you loved your brother a lot.

“Leave them alone, this is mucho evil even for you! Stop acting like you like them”

“Be easier, wouldn’t it. If it were an act” Spike shrugged, dropping his smoke and grinding it under his boot, “I love them”

“Oh yeah, love without the actual, you know, lovin’ part”

Spike gave him a look, one that was one part unamused to two parts looking like he wanted to kill the man stood before him. Xander still had Spike’s shirt balled in his fist. He raised his other fist again, as if to land another punch when you ran out from the crypt and grabbed your brother’s hand.

“That’s enough!” You pulled your brother off him. Your annoyance threatening to boil over.

“You don’t need to do this, Y/n”

“Do what exactly, Xander?!”

“You proved your point, I should’ve told you about Buffy. But rise of the evil dead here is bad news”

“You’re such a hypocrite, xander! Anya is older and has statistically killed more people than Spike and yet you stand there all high and mighty acting like I need to be saved from myself. Well, I don’t. Spike is really good to me, perhaps if you gave him a chance…”

Xander scoffed but he knew you well. Sometimes more than you knew yourself. That look in your eyes, you were deeply upset. You just wanted to be close to your brother again, but you couldn’t even consider losing Spike. You were in love. Deeply.

Spike lit up a cigarette, stepping to your side and handing it to you before lighting up for himself. His mind was always on you, he was in tune with you. You never hid anything from him, you didn’t have to. You took a drag, trying to hide the visible shaking from your hand. This could go two ways. You and Xander could make up like you usually would or the rift could widen and Xander might turn his back on you. A wash of anxiety

“All I want is to look out for you” Xander admitted, looking at the floor. He took the fact he was a minute older than you seriously, assuming the ‘older brother’ role despite there being no real grounds (but that was an argument for another time).

“And you did that by letting me discover vampires by almost getting eaten by one in high school?” You asked pointedly.

“You never said…”

“Better be bloody dust” Spike muttered, jaw tensing at the idea of any vampire wrapping their jaws around you. You were his, if there was any biting to be done, he would of course do the honours.

“How many times have you almost been killed by a vampire, Xand? I’m guessing double figures. Can’t we just call it quits? Uh, I don’t wanna… lose you” You admitted quietly, rolling your own eyes this time. You and Xander didn’t usually do the whole feelings thing. You mostly used humour to cope with your dysfunctional family and just shared knowing looks when you both felt the same way about something.

“Hey! No way, you’re stuck with me. Like glue, the glue-iest” Xander launched at you, giving you a hug, wafting the smoke away and fake coughing as he did, though when he released you from his bone crushing hug, he couldn’t help but say, “But it-it’s Spike. He’s gross, Y/n”

“Yeah, I’ve definitely seen him lick his own nose blood” Buffy grimaced as she recounted it, joining them with Willow from within the crypt.

“He’s my boyfriend. No amount of nose blood or evil rants can change that.”

Willow and Buffy seemed to soften at this, as well as the adoring look that Spike gave you. Both knew what it was like to love people that others might not understand too. He truly did love you, he made a mental note to tell you properly as soon as you were alone. He just wished he hadn’t said it out loud for the first time to your brother rather than you.

“But-” Xander started again but Willow stood on his foot.

“Didn’t you say we would meet Riley at the Bronze at 11?” Willow changed the subject quickly. Buffy checked her watch and groaned, she had stood him up all week and I was already 11:30. Spike bit his tongue from saying ‘trouble in paradise’. Something you noticed and tried to hide your smile. You had both discussed Buffy’s love life at length.

“Why don’t you guys come? Merry merriment for all, right Xand?” Willow asked kindly, echoing Xander’s earlier phrasing.

“Oh, right, yeah, family bonding and all that” You offered, knowing more than anything that danger followed Buffy around and that Spike enjoyed picking a fight with any demons that you came across.

“Watch it” Spike murmured from your side. No matter how much he loved you, he didn’t love the idea of Xander being family. But he did nod his head to agree he would go.

As you and your strange group walked together through the streets, with Spike muttering something about charging the slayer for the damage done to his crypt’s door. Spike didn’t like your brother and he certainly didn’t like the slayer, but he liked you very much and he had decided he would have to live with seeing them a lot more often.

“Huh, maybe it runs in the family”

“What?”

“The demon-y magnetism” Willow laughed and Xander kicked a rock at her words but didn’t say anything. He was just getting you back, maybe he could live with you and Spike being together. Well, maybe he would give it three strikes and then he would try and bring up the idea of you leaving him again.

Spike rolled his eyes at Willow’s words but you smiled softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his pale cheek. You slid your hand into his and he squeezed tightly.

“I love you too, by the way” You whispered softly in his ear. You had heard him. He glowed, a smile spread across his face, you always loved it when he smiled. It lit up his entire face, brightening all of his features.

The moonlight caressed his face, his eyes glistening at your words. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss against your forehead as you trailed behind your brother and his friends. He would sit through this, for you. Because he loved you, more than he had ever loved another before.

#Spike x reader #spike btvs x reader #spike x you #spike imagine #spike btvs #spike #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #xander harris #gender neutral #gn reader #x reader #btvs

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 17 days

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jameson and xander head canons

i'm having too much fun making these. i can't stop

jameson and xander absolutely love making fun of grayson. they once replaced his entire underwear drawer with thongs.

although xander and jamie seem like they're fine all the time, they absolutely aren't. they feel most comfortable talking to each other about their trauma and insecurities bc they both know what it's like to put on fake smiles.

avery, jamie, xander, and max have movie nights all the time.

jamie once replaced the sugar with salt before one of xander's scone baking sessions. when he took a bite, he vomited everywhere and proceeded to install a contraption in his room that would violently wake him up the next morning (idrk what this could be but you get the gist of it). xander then posted a story about how betrayed he felt.

jamie loves listening to xander ramble

if xander ever asked him to not risk his life doing smth wild, he would listen bc he has a huge soft spot for his brother. he hates hurting him (ofc he hates hurting his other brothers too, but he can never resist xander's pleas). the only other person he would listen to is avery.

xander and jamie love going out together to buy little things for their girlfriends

xander and jamie always asks the others' gfs (so jamie and max/xander and avery) for dating advice or gift ideas.

jamie and xander have a movie night once a week (if jamie is travelling or smth, they either do it virtually or they postpone it)

when jamie was in school, he could never focus on his hmk unless xander was there.

when jamie was younger and couldn't fall asleep, he used to love listening to xander ramble about his experiments. it used to put him at ease and it still does

xander looks up to jamie sm. he used to wish he was as fearless as him when he was younger

xander once had a panic attack and jamie made him scones (they actually didn't turn out so bad)

they love giving each other one gag gift and one meaningful gift on their bdays.

sometimes they'll buy little presents that remind them of each other and place them on their pillows.

sometimes they'll do karaoke just the two of them (they'll sing to songs like my heart will go on etc)

during the eras tour, they would both talk about how their gfs are so beautiful, they would be simping so hard in the corner. (fans took pictures of them looking super in love, and they went viral)

when taylor starts performing ybwm, they start trying to seduce their gfs (max absolutely loves it, she feels like a book characters/avery pretends she hates it but she secretly loves it and jamie knows that).

they absolutely love the willow performance (don't ask questions)

they cry to all the sad songs (for example, marjorie, tolerate it, champagne problems, etc).

they both strut around arm in arm during style.

when they were younger and jamie used to be sad, xander used to try his best to come up with small little toys that would cheer him up (i'm talking 4-5 years old)

they both go live and do q&a's. they're super attentive to their fans and love interacting with them.

during said lives, people always ask them about their gfs and they always start gushing over them.

they're both super active on tiktok. they always comment the craziest shit on each others posts and the fans eat it up. they send each other thirst traps that fans made of them.

when they meet fans on the street and they ask them if they're willing to do a tiktok with them, they always say yes. (one time, this girl asked them to do this tiktok dance, and it went viral)

whenever jamie is sad, xander will plant little surprises all over his room for him to find (some gag gifts, gadgets, meaningful little things he found that reminded him of jamie etc)

they sometimes do each other's make up for fun (they think now one knows, but nash does and he finds it adorable.\

they also do skincare together (nash also knows about this)

xander once recorded jamie singing single ladies in his room and is now using it as blackmail material.

that's it for now although i literally have so many more ideas. i found it so easy to come up with head canons for them. i'm starting to sense a pattern with the eras tour hcs. i might make an entire separate post about it. might be a pt.2 but i'm not sure yet. to lazy to proof read this so i apologize for any spelling mistakes.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #maxine liu #avery grambs

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 8 months

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Rough Day?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY: Dante comes home from a job and just needs some love; which you happen to be the best--and only--supplier he goes to… however, you are too blind to notice how he feels.

BEGINNING NOTES: >Dante x Male Reader* >Unestablished relationship; >Dante is obviously flirting with you and you aren’t getting the hint--like REALLY painfully obvious and you are just oblivious.* >Fluff: Dante is a big cuddly softy--I really just needed something sweet. 🐻🧸🐻 >The reader isn’t a devil hunter but rather a secretary for the shop; handling paperwork and is on the shorter side* >Dante and you share some wine--I know nothing about wine so I just Googled what wine goes well with pizza and read about it lmfao >Although I don’t explicitly say what movie, I wrote this with the movie “xXx” in mind (2002: it's an action movie with Vin Diesel; it is not a porno even though it sounds like it lmfao)--it has a red lingerie scene. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a great movie--it’s as old as I am but it’s fucking great. One of my childhood favorites; highkey wanted Xander’s xXx neck tattoo--and still kind of do tbh lmao 🧸🐻🧸 *This is a bit self-indulgent and relates to me a bit more than normal. To be 100% honest I haven’t been in the best place and I need some soft stuff hence the male reader. It’s also why the requests are taking so damn long, I just hit writer's block and am having a downward swing again lol Sorry for the inconvenience! I should hopefully break out of this soon ;))

The sound of the garage door opening made you look up from the mound of paperwork you were currently nose-deep in. With a small smile, you stood up to go see who was visiting; however, you were quickly stopped by a tall muscular roadblock. Said roadblock slumped over and placed his forehead on your shoulder.

"Welcome home… Rough day, huh?" You lovingly placed a hand on his back, rubbing small circles into his jacket.

Dante nodded against you, “It was a complete shit show and Vergil was crabby…”

“Mmn, I’m sorry,” you grabbed his hand with your free one, squeezing it slightly, “Why don’t you go shower--I’ll order dinner and we can watch a movie.”

The red devil leaned up and gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing at the edges, "You sure? You seem busy."

You laughed and rolled your eyes, placed a forearm on your forehead, leaning back dramatically, "Oh no-- I have to stop filling out your back taxes; what a pity…”

Dante laughed softly and pulled you close, with you still leaning backwards, “Such a shame, I know how much you love paperwork.”

Your shoulder hit his chest and he took the opportunity to nuzzle himself against your exposed throat. The feeling of his stubble scraping along your neck made you squirm in his grasp, laughing loudly, “Hey-- Stop that- that tickles, Dante-!”

“Oh? Does it now?” The red devil snuggly nuzzled the side of his jaw into you, a broad smile tugging at his features at the sound of your laughter.

“You’re---- You’re gonna get me dirty--”

“Mmn,” he stopped and you pivoted to face him, “Then you can shower with me…”

You laughed brightly and, despite your previous statement of him being grungy, you hid your face in his chest attempting to hide your flustered expression, “In your dreams, Dante.”

He wrapped his arms around you, kneading your back with his fingers, “Sometimes~”

“Perve!” You laughed harder as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

The two of you stood there for a few moments, Dante loudly purring against you, and enjoying your closeness. Nonchalantly you slid your face up to his shoulder, which he eagerly leaned down for. After a moment, you placed your face against the side of his and gently pushed against him. With a happy sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair but stopped quickly upon noticing the gore within his white strands--that was now all over your hand, “Alright, mister, go shower and we can continue this later.”

He leaned up slowly and stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Uh-uh, no-” you turned from him, closing your eyes, “I am not falling for that; Last time we had to get a new couch because of how dirty you were and the shop smelt like a rotten butcher shop for a week.”

“Alright, alright,” Dante smiled and cupped your cheek with one hand, slowly thumbing over your face, “I’ll be back in a jif, babe," he moved his hand to your chin, holding it with his thumb and forefinger for a moment before slowly letting go, hustling out of the kitchen.

"Hey, make sure you’re actually clean-! Damn it…” Your words fell upon deaf ears as you listened to the creak of the stairs from him jogging up them. With a wistful sigh, you smiled softly, “What a dork.”

After washing your hands with soap and bleach, you left the kitchen and went over to Dante’s desk. As per usual, you dialed up the local pizza parlor and within two rings they picked up.

“Dante!” The voice of a jolly old man echoed through the phone, “How’s my best customer?”

You laughed, “Sorry, Dante’s showering right now; it’s--”

“Ah, it’s Dante’s husband! How are you?”

A fiery feeling filled your face as you sputtered out, “Dante’s what?”

“Don’t worry, I'm fine with you being gay! Dante always struck me as a fruity guy, even back when he first started-”

You let out an awkward laugh, “We aren’t- Dante and I aren’t even dating,” You let out another laugh, however, the longing feeling from earlier returned, "Let alone married."

"Oh! Sorry, just with the way you two act…” The old man paused momentarily before clearing his throat, “Anyways, you want the usual?”

“Yes, please. Can we get that delivered?”

“Oh? Sure thing. It’ll be there in--” There was a short pause with incoherent yelling between the old man and someone else before he returned to you, “Be there in about 10 minutes, alright?”

“Yup! Thanks so much! Have a great night, Pops!”

“You too, kid, bye!”

“Bye!”

As you hung up the phone, you slumped back into the desk chair, replaying the conversation. Did he really think that Dante and you were lovers? How many others at that shop had the same idea? You bit your lip in thought. Was it that obvious that you had a crush on him?

With a groan, you leaned forward, placing your elbows on the desk and your face in your hands. Does Dante know how you feel? As you mulled over things, you lost track of time and never even heard Dante descend the stairs or realize he was right beside you.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You flinched at the sudden noise to your right and jolted up out of the chair.

Dante was standing with a casual lean to his posture and a tilt of his head, obviously curious about your odd behavior. Your eyes widened at the shirtless devil and his half-lidded lazy smile. Currently, he was in just a pair of baggy black sweatpants… and that was it. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets, inadvertently pulling down the waistband of well-worn clothing which gave you a tasteful peak at his strawberry print boxers. Although he was mostly dry, you could still see water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest; which made your stare wander down from his eyes.

Noticing your straying eyes, Dante’s smile turned to a sultry smirk, “Like what you see, baby~?” He flexed his pecs and winked, watching your blush darken.

“Huh?! What- No- I wasn’t-- It’s just,” you shakily gestured to his chest, “You’re wet--”

“Not yet I’m not,” He winked as his tilted posture deepened.

You sputtered out gibberish as you stiffened.

Dante leaned closer and tilted his head, cupping the side of your face, “You know, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered and speechless.”

As you turned into his palm, you let out an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah right, sure Dante.”

“I’m serious,” he leaned up with a wide toothy grin, “You’re like a…” With a pause and a squint in thought, he snapped his free hand’s fingers, “A cow!”

“Hey!” You leaned away from his hand, placing your hands on your hips, “Rude.”

“Eh?” Dante stuck a lip out in confusion, “What? You don’t find ‘em cute or somethin’?”

“Dante… When you call someone a “cow” you’re calling them fat and ugly.”

His eyes widened, “Since when?”

You shook your head and sighed, “That insult has been around for literal centuries.”

Panicked that he may have upset you, he stumbled over his words as he tried to fix his words, “I didn’t mean for it to be insulting! Cows are my favorite animal and-”

"Oh trust me, cowboy, I know they are," you shook your head with a laugh and broke eye contact with him.

Suddenly, you felt a large set of arms around you and your head was against a warm chest. Dante set his head atop yours and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you; I just think you’re really cute and I couldn’t think of anything I find cuter than a cow. I--”

“Dante,” you sighed and pushed against him lovingly with your head, resting your cheek against him, “You don’t have to apologize.”

As you layed upon him, enjoying the brief and rare moment of peace, you found yourself relaxing into his hold. The smell of his body wash-- the low consistent beating of his heart-- the warm heat his body gave off-- all wrapped up into a large affectionate package. A package that you could only dream about allowing you to stay this close for the rest of your days.

To be able to place your sleeve rather than your cheek. To tell him exactly what you have been yearning for many years.

But those are childish thoughts and nothing more than a dream. Someday, Dante will find a wife and leave this godforsaken business and live a happy life; all while you watch from the side and cheer him on from a distance.

His arms tightened around you and he began to purr lightly, “When we retire, we should buy a farm.”

You raised a brow, “What, you still need me with you to do your taxes or something?”

As he laughed, you felt his chest reverberate with each noise, “I need you for a lot more than that, babe.”

“Mhm, sure you do,” you sighed and turned your head, placing your forehead against his chest.

Before Dante could respond, a loud knock came from the front door. Excitedly, he let go of you and smiled widely, “I’ll get it.”

As he took care of the payment for the pizza, you wandered into the kitchen to grab plates. A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the empty place where the paper plates go, knowing the replacements are on the top shelf--a shitty result of having a behemoth of a housemate. With pursed lips, you stood on your tip toes and tried to stretch up to reach the desired item.

Just as you were about to go get a chair to stand on, you felt a set of large hands grab your waist and pick you up. A surprised squeak left your lips and you whipped your head around to see a smiling Dante. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the plates. Carefully, Dante placed you back on the ground and backed up a bit.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him and grabbed a plate, handed it to him, then grabbed one for yourself.

After Dante placed two full glasses of Malbec on the table, you sat in adjacent corner chairs--facing at an angle to see one another. There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate; well, save for the quiet happy humming that came from Dante as he ate. As you watched him, you smiled warmly. It’s times like these that make you forget how dangerous Dante actually is. How he could rip you limb to limb if he felt so inclined. With a shake of your head, you returned to eating, shoving those frightening thoughts down.

After some time, Dante leaned towards you and placed an elbow on the table, “So you never did tell me why you were sitting for like ten minutes with that weird expression after you ordered.”

“Oh! It’s nothin’.”

“Mmhmm,” Dante smiled as he took another bite of food, “Okay, let me rephrase that:” He gestured mindlessly with his hand, “I overheard your half of the call from upstairs and was wondering what Pops said to you that got you so worked up.”

“Nothin’ important-!” Your answer was very abrupt as your face began to heat up again, which Dante noticed.

“Come on~ It had to be something; I can ask Pops if you--”

“No! Don’t, please,” you pursed your lips and avoided his eyes.

His brow furrowed, “He didn’t say anything bad to you, did he?”

“What? No! That man couldn’t say an evil thing if you held him at gunpoint.”

“Then what?”

“Just…” You paused with a shake of your head before sheepishly mumbling, “He called me your husband.”

Dante finished chewing and placed his slice down, “Really?”

With a nod and a drink, you nodded, “Yup…”

His voice took a more serious tone as he looked you in the eyes, “Does that… bother you?”

You shook your head ‘no’, avoiding his eyes, “Was unexpected is all…”

The red devil laughed and went to grab his drink, but missed the glass and knocked it over.

“Dante-!” You shot up from your seat and looked down at yourself. The glass thankfully hadn’t smashed and was still on the tabletop; however, the red wine had been spilled all over your shirt and pants, soaking straight through everything you had on.

“Shit, sorry!” Dante stood up as well and attempted to dry you off with some napkins he grabbed from the table, continuing to apologize.

You instantly became flustered as you realized what Dante was doing and where his hands were, “That’s not helping--” You caught eyes with him and he noticed your expression.

“Well,” he stood back up, placing a hand on his hip, “I could just use my tou--”

“I’m going to shower!” You cut him off and scuttled out of the room, ignoring the growing fluttery feeling in your chest, and didn't hear Dante’s dejected sigh.

As you were bathing, Dante cleaned up the kitchen. He put the half-eaten pizza in the fridge and then saw your wine glass was still half-full. With a casual shrug, he finished it off and placed the two glasses in the sink. Slowly, he meandered out into the living room to set up the TV when he got an idea.

Your shower was rather quick, being in and out of the bathroom within less than five minutes. With a small hum, you dried off, got dressed in some clean wine-free clothing, and left the room. Only to run straight into a certain white-haired man’s chest, making you jump with a startled shout.

“Wha-!” You stared at him for a moment before raising a brow at him, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you,” the look he gave you was reminiscent of a happy puppy, making you mindlessly reach up to pat the top of his head.

Dante leaned down and placed his head on your shoulder, purring softly from your touch. His hands wrapped around your back, finding purchase on the small of your back, and he took a deep slow inhale. Although he’d never say it out loud, he found your scent to be rather comforting and relaxing. The two of you stood there for a moment before he leaned back.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh no,” you stared at him, “What did you do?”

With a lip stuck out with a disingenuous frown, “Why do you assume it’s a bad thing?”

“Dante,” you slid your hands down his arms and rested on his biceps, “Last time you said you “I have a surprise” I came home to the shop doors through the stairs and a tarp for a front door…”

He laughed and buried his face in your neck, taking on a playfully sarcastic tone, “That was fun~! It made the shop nice and drafty.”

“Maybe for you Mister hot-blooded but it was for like a month in the dead of winter. I froze my ass off--”

Dante grabbed your ass harshly, “Nope, it’s still there.”

You shoved him playfully and rolled your eyes.

He leaned back up, “Now, can I show you the surprise?”

With a nod, you sighed happily, “Alright, what-- Hey!”

Instantly your feet were off the ground and he was holding you from underneath your legs; you then wrapped yourself around him, fearing he’d drop you. A large smile adorned his face as he walked down to his room, opened the door, and tossed you onto the nearby bed. He turned to shut the door and when he looked back at you, he saw that your eyes were wide and heard how fast your heart was beating; which caused his smile to take a more sultry turn.

Dante gestured towards the foot of the bed, where he had moved his bedside table and placed the TV on top of, “Figure it’s a little more comfortable than the couch.”

“G-gotcha,” you shook your head and smiled, laying on your stomach to face the screen.

He moved towards the mattress then jumped onto it, laying right beside you, “Don’t worry, I picked out a great movie--”

“If we are watching the same fucking movie-- I swear to god--”

“But it’s so good!”

“I think I know every goddamned word by now.”

Dante looked at you with his bottom lip stuck out, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.

“No-- nu-uh--” You looked away from him and took a long deep breath, “Dante-- For fucks sake--”

Dante whimpered softly, making you turn back to him, and found yourself met with the red devil’s bright turquoise eyes and his brow upturned into a pout. With a wistful sigh, you shook your head and laughed, “I hate when you give me those eyes-- Fine, we can watch your movie.”

He flashed you a wide toothy grin and reached out to grab the remote from the table, turning on the flick.

Bit by bit, Dante slid to lay right beside you, his body tightly tucked against yours. Slowly, he leaned his head onto your shoulder, growing sleepier with each passing minute. However, he managed to stay awake and watch the movie.

Around an hour in, a scene came on that showed various women in scarcely any clothing; ending in a climactic scene where the main lead climbs into bed with a woman dressed in red lingerie.

Dante rolled onto his side, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as he spoke in a low sultry voice, “I should buy you a set like that, bet you’d look hot.”

Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes went wide, “H-huh?!”

He placed a hand on your bicep and slowly began to rub his thumb against you, “I mean, I know that the bra might be a little much; but the panties would be worth it at the very least.”

“Dante---- Dante,” you turned to him, your face burning, “Why on Earth would you want me in that?”

“You’d look hot; what other reason would I need?” He flashed you a warm suggestive smirk.

“I mean,” you looked away with a small huff, mumbling, “Wouldn’t you want someone you’re dating wearing it?”

Dante’s smile faded as he removed his hand, “What?”

You continued to mumble, refusing to look back at him, “You know like someone you’re attracted to..?”

The red devil blankly stared at you for a moment before he grabbed the remote and hit the stop button several times before dropping it somewhere onto the floor, then slid off the foot of the bed.

Your eyes slowly turned to face him, “Dante..?”

He pushed the ‘off’ button on the TV and turned back to face you, "Look," his voice was quiet and he looked defeated, unable to look you in the eyes, as he took a few steps closer to stand in front of you, "I know our dates aren't anything fancy or- or high quality but--"

“What-?” You swung your legs around to sit at the edge of the bed, “Our-- huh?”

His expression changed from a kicked puppy to a blank dumbfounded stare as his eyes met with your gaze, “Our dates.”

You pursed your lips and shook your head, “What are you talkin’ about Dante..?”

“Our dates--” He leaned down to look you dead in the eyes, bracing himself with his hands on either side of you against the bed, “You feelin’ alright?”

“We aren’t--”

“We’ve been going out for almost a year,” he pursed his lips, “I asked you out like a month after comin’ home…”

With a confused tilt of your head, you furrowed your brow, “I don’t remember.”

“After Verge and I returned home, I didn’t want to…” He shrugged one shoulder with a small half-hearted laugh, “To miss out on my chance with you, so I asked you out. We went to the zoo, remember?”

With a slightly furrowed brow, you did your best to try and remember that day. Dante was nearly welded to you during that outing; between holding your hand or having an arm snugly wrapped around your waist, he was very overly physical with you. Until now, you’d just brushed it off, thinking that Dante was just sick of being so touch-starved and you gladly gave him what he wanted.

Admittedly, it was a two-way street, you wanted to be just as close to him as he was providing. From small things like morning hugs or more intense things like him placing a kiss on your forehead every once in a while, it was such an unexpected but welcomed experience. However, without him outright stating things, you didn’t think he meant anything of it; refusing to believe someone like him would be with someone like you.

You laughed, catching Dante off guard, and placed the top of your head against his chest, “I didn’t realize you meant a literal “date”.” A blush spread across your face as you stared at the floor, taking a quieter meeker tone, “I wish I had known that you-- that we were…”

“Does it bother you? I mean if you don’t feel that way, I won’t force you to--”

“Dante…” You closed your eyes with a shy laugh, your voice growing quieter and quieter with each word, “I just wished that I’d known the guy I’ve been into for years has the same feelings back… That’s all.”

He paused for a moment, listening to the quickening pacing of your heart, before softly setting his hands on your shoulders causing you to look back at him. Although Dante’s gaze is always softer when it comes to you; right now, his stare seems even gentler than normal. His brow was relaxed and he had a lazy smile tugging at his lips with a very faint purr emanating from his throat. Bit by bit, the two of you moved closer and shared a tender innocent kiss.

When he and you pulled apart, a smile tugged at Dante’s face at your flustered appearance, “You know,” he laughed, placing his forehead on your shoulder, “I just thought you were taking things at a snail's pace, babe.”

“I- I didn’t know- I would’ve-” You shook your head, unable to come up with a cohesive sentence.

Using your flustered mindset to his advantage, Dante moved to sit on and straddle your lap. With wide eyes, you stared up at the smiling man. Cautiously, you ran a hand up his middle, making note of his skin felt underneath your fingertips. Even though you’d briefly touched his torso before, this was an entirely different ballpark. Your hand made its way to his neck and you very gently thumbed over his throat.

Once your hand was on the side of his face, you felt a sudden nervous feeling begin to spread throughout your limbs; you’d wanted to kiss him again but found yourself hesitant to ask. Thankfully, Dante was far from reluctant.

The red devil leaned down and kissed you again, your hand still cupping the side of his face. These kisses were longer and more impassioned. Your hands clasped around the back of his neck, as he grabbed your waist allowing him to lean you backwards. A smile tugged at his lips as he began to bite at your lower lip, taking great care not to puncture your kiss-swollen flesh. Then he made his way down your jaw and to your neck, relishing in your uneven heavy breaths.

As he nipped at your neck, you slid a hand into his hair and grabbed the back of his head as you arched your back. Dante took this as an okay to bite a little harder, leaving a loving mark. When he was done, he set his forehead on the front side of your shoulder, laughing softly.

“What’s up?” You raised a brow at his odd reaction.

Dante’s voice was quiet, “I just really love you, so damned much.”

A very small droplet of water hit your chest as you realized why he didn’t return to your gaze.

“I love you too Dante,” You wrapped yourself around him, tightly squeezing him, “I have for a long time.”

He copied your action, wrapping himself around you. Another laugh left his lips as he sniffled, placing his head beside yours. As you layed intertwined, you both began to drift off to sleep; staying interwoven until morning, a feeling you’d both yearned to experience for much too long.

ENDING NOTES: Cows are really cute and if you disagree, you’re wrong lmao. If you’ve ever pet a calf you’ll know they are just so cute and ugHHH (I was raised on a farm, we didn’t have cows but I did get to see them a lot because of family-related stuff; so I am biased over farm animals a bit. Plus it fits Dante’s DMC 4 cowboy vibe lmao) 🐻🧸🐻 Was gonna make this a smut fic. but I just wasn’t vibing with it so it kind of ends abruptly, sorry lol

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 3 months

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AN: This fic is a continuation of this one. I just want to say a big thank you to @rmoonstoner and @queenofthehobos for your interest in the previous part and I hope you enjoy this one just as much.

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of violence, and jealous Ares.

You rested your forehead against Rupert's as you struggled to catch your breath in the stacks of the library at Sunnydale High.

"Did my kiss leave you breathless?" Rupert teased.

"Hush," you ordered before dragging his lips back to yours.

"GILES!"

Rupert regretfully broke the kiss, "What could they possibly want now?"

"They're kids in a library on a hellmouth. My guess? Academic support."

Rupert frowned at you, clearly not amused by your joke, before straightening his clothing and walking out to greet the teens. You walked out a few minutes later.

"Hey (Name)," Xander said as he sat at the table. "Any luck with breaking the bond that connects you and Ares?"

You shook your head, "Everything we've read so far states that since Ares created it, he's the only one who can destroy it and it doesn't exactly end well for the person on the other end."

"Why can't these gods keep to themselves?" He groaned.

"Well, I've been doing some research on the situation on my own," Wesley announced. "With the resources that the Council has graciously permitted me to use."

"Does he ever shut up?" Buffy groused.

You however had a completely different reaction, "You told the Council?"

"Well, yes. I am obliged to keep them updated with all the goings-on in Sunnydale." Wesley adjusted his glasses.

"If you were on a battlefield and you had been impaled in the shoulder, would you contact the Council and update them in the middle of the battle?"

"Don't be absurd," Wesley scoffed. "I would be placing the people that I'm fight...oh." He trailed off sheepishly.

"Glad we understand each other," you snapped. "Call me if you need me to patrol tonight Buffy."

You met Rupert's eyes before you walked out of the library. They were soft and apologetic but did little to cool your anger.

That night, your dreams were anything but restful. You dreamt of wars fuelled by passion and in each of your dreams, you could feel Ares' growing presence. In your last dream for the night, the god appeared in front of you and captured your mouth in a dominating kiss that left you woozy. It took far too long for you to realise that Ares had pressed his hand to the small of your back to keep you in place as he kissed you.

"The mortal's kiss might have taken your breath away once but my kisses are the ones that you'll be craving until the end of time."

#my writing #my fics #female reader #adult reader #buffy the vampire slayer #wonder woman #ares x reader #rupert giles x reader #ares #rupert giles #buffy summers #xander harris #wesley wyndam pryce

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mafiasliege · 18 days

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I dare you to let me go

(this is part 2 of my fic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 1 ↓

JAMESON

Jameson was standing in a maze. Green bushes everywhere. And whichever way he went, the end was green too. Except now. Now, a 5"6' hazel-eyed brunette was standing there.

"Heiress." He tried taking a step toward her, but the distence seemed to stay the same, maybe it was getting bigger. "Where are we?"

"Not we. You. You seem… stuck."

"I'm not stuck. I'm-"

"-fine? Is that your latest lie? Then why am I here, Jameson? again?"

Where was he? And why did Avery seem younger?

"It's not a lie, heiress." Jameson was starting to get angry now, he turned around and started walking away. Avery- or the girl who at least looked like her- spoke louder.

"I'm not her, you know. Maybe the real one doesn't even exist anymore."

"Shut up."

"Maybe she just-"

"Shut up!-"

"Jamie, I'm gonna start yoddling loudly until you get your ass out here!" That was Xander, but Jameson had no regard for a yoddling threat between his gasping for air like a drowning man. Apparently, the things that plagued him during the day had started following him into his sleep now.

He pushed away the sheets and picked up his shirt from the night before. Under it was that box. They same green box. How long had he had it now? An year? Two? And did it matter, really?

You're fine. Just get this done.

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Jameson got dressed and got to the room. He was surprisingly on time, the only reason being Xander making good on his threat to yoddle. He was actually decent at it, but annoying, nonetheless.

"Do you believe you're being paid to arrange a funeral?" Grayson's tone walked the line between a question and an accusation.

"I need this entire-"

"That's enough! Thank you" Lyra inserted herself in the conversation and dragged Grayson away by his arm from the event planners, who went back to doing their thing.

The dinner last night may have been non-existent the last straw a disaster, but this party's going to be epic. Besides, Avery would at least be home for at least a while on her own birthday, right? She'd promised.

Jameson helped himself to one of the appetizers on the long table covered in platinum and shades of violet. He hadn't had breakfast. After everything was set, he excused himself to the garage and tried calling Avery.

"Your call has been-"

"You're call has-"

"You're ca-"

He plunked his phone down with force. Luckily, it landed on the soft leather of the Valkyrie's seat.

"You alright there?" Nash. It was Nash. Why was everyone so concerned all of a sudden? Avery had just missed her own birthday that he'd planned for days. Not a big deal. At all. Janeson rolled down the car's window glass.

"I am fine."

"You're staying to sound more like Gray than Gray used to himself," Nash took that as his cue to get in the passanger seat.

"Whatever you and Avery have going on, just talk to-"

"Do you think I haven't tried?" It came out slow with a hint of frustration. They were face to face now. "There's always another call, there's always another problem, there's always another person expecting the most from her and she's trying to live up to them more and more."

To that, Nash had no answer. They just say like that for a while.

"Try talking to her today. She might just listen." He patted Jamie on the shoulder and got out.

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"I can't feel my faxing legs," Max whispered, sitting in a crouch. After a long day of planning Avery's party, everyone was sitting in a crouch waiting for her to come and surprise her.

"Sit on me, then," Xander whispered back to her.

"Oh, get a room you two!" Libby whisper-yelled at them, just as the door rattled.

"SURPRISE!!"

"Oh, my God!" Said… Mrs. Laughlin, who almost dropped the tray of crab cakes in her hands.

"Ugh. I can't crouch for much longer! Where is this beach?" Max whimpered, kicking her feet.

After two hours, all the dishes were half-empty, the wine half-drunk, and half the people previously in the room had dispersed.

"So-"

"Before you say what your about to say, Gray, just like everyone else in this house, I'm okay, and so is Avery."

Grayson frowned. "I've been where you are, Jamie. If you have to keep telling yourself you're okay, you definitely aren't."

Jameson felt Grayson call out to him as he stormed out walked away.

He was done. He was so done. With his brothers' concern, with Lyra's unnecessary inputs.

With Avery.

The floodgates were open now, just like the door of his bathroom as he slammed it back shut. He was angry, no, frustrated. He was frustrated at the dinner, he was frustrated as he threw the green box from his pocket at the sink, he was frustrated as he felt the mirror shatter beneath his knuckles. He could suddenly see a thousand reflections of himself. But every reflection in every piece of the shattered mirror was a shell of what Jameson Hawthorne used to be. How he used to be.

He staggered back, still staring at his reflections until his back hit the door as he slowly sunk to the floor. And just like that, the tears and the memories came rushing out to the surface.

"Maybe the real one doesn't even exist anymore."

"She told me she's going to make it up to you"

"If you have to keep telling yourself you're okay, you definitely aren't."

"How many times have you had your heart broken over the last five years?"

And with the painful memories and the exploding bottled up feelings came crystal clarity, for the first time in a long time.

I can't do this anymore.

Loving Avery had made him love himself too, it made him realise his self-worth. He got to see what he deserved. But this, right now? He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to pretend to be happy. He didn't deserve to settle for a shell of what him and Avery used to be. He always says he can't imagine a life without Avery, maybe that was never a good thing. He had to start living for himself.

And there was only one way to do that.

#the inheritance games #tig fanfic #the grandest game #jameson hawthorne #tig #averyjameson #avery grambs #javery #IDYTLMG

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Can you do 🩰 Jameson Hawthorne x reader, please?

Jameson Hawthorne x Reader

A/N: I love getting TIG requests!

Summary: It was definitely love

Warnings/Tags: Female!Reader, Jameson x reader established relationship (romantic), fluff, fluffffffff, kissing

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This was love.

The look in Jameson's eyes as he stared back into yours. Was definitely love.

"I think I'm in love with you. Like really in love," Jameson whispered. He hadn't ever felt something like this before.

Your touch gave him butterflies, the mention of your name had him daydreaming.

"That's good." He looks confused before you finish, "because I'm in love with you to." The gap between the two of you is closed as his lips crash into yours

He tastes like whatever whiskey he had been drinking and a faint taste of lemon. Xander must be mad at him if he was giving him lemon instead of blueberry flavored scones.

All thoughts if the other Hawthornes leave your kind as Jameson's hand grasps into yours. He loves the way your hand fit with his. Fingers locked.

Jameson smiled as he pulled away

He didn't say anything. Just drinking in your beauty. Your soft skin was softly lit up in the pale moonlight. It reflected off of your body like the sun off of water. Everything about the scene in front of him was beautiful.

He threaded his fingers through your silly hair. He couldn't love you anymore. Everything about you was completely perfect.

"I don't think I can live without you," he whispered and the tone of his voice and sincerity in his eyes tells you he wasn't joking.

He didn't think he was. The thought of not being able to spend every waking second with you made him sick.

He could live without a lot of things. Hell, he could go longer without oxygen then without you.

"You won't have to, I have no plans of ever leaving," you whispered and cuddled into his bare chest.

The both of you could stay like this forever. Holding into the other for dear life.

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Reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Giles x reader - it’s always going to be you

Would you write an angst or fluff about Giles interrupting our wedding to finally confess? Thanks ❤️ - Anon💜

Standing in front of all your family and friends, you couldn’t help but smile at the man in front of you, soft and gentle, happy, but also sad.

You did love him, but he wasn’t the man you thought you were going to marry, you had always thought it was going to be somebody else.

But you couldn’t wait anymore.

You wanted to be happy.

You deserved to be happy.

And even though Jake made you happy, he would never make you as happy as that one man ever could.

And it was okay.

Jake smiled at you, his hand in yours, thumb gently running over your knuckles, mouthing an ‘I love you.’

Laughing softly, you gave him a little grin, doing the same thing which made him beam from ear to ear.

“I can’t believe you said yea.” He grinned.

“Yeah don’t push it, you had to ask twice.”

This made him laugh.

“Come on, it’s not my fault I spilled soup all over my suit the first time.”

“You knocked the table!” You laughed.

A few people who heard that laugh as well, and finally the ceremony began.

Throughout it you couldn’t help but look into the crowd of faces, hoping to see anyone from the shop that you recognised.

But they weren’t there.

Maybe they were off saving the world while everybody in here watched you get married, who knows.

What snapped you out of your head was the sound of Jake’s voice, and you flicked your gaze to him.

“I do.” He said softly.

“And do you, (Y/N) (L/N) take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part?”

You looked at the priest, then you turned back to Jake who was grinning from ear to ear.

Your silence hung heavily among the room until you finally took a deep breath, opening your mouth to speak.

Before you could say anything the doors were thrown open, and you all turned to them.

“What the hell is this?!” Jake snapped.

He stood in front of you, but your peered around him to see Giles, Tara, Willow, Xander, Anya, Buffy, Dawn all stood there.

“I.. I can’t let you do this (Y/N)…”

Giles took a few steps forward, his eyes fixed solely on you.

“Rupert what are you doing?”

Jake looked at you, placing a hand on your shoulder to try and keep you back but you barged past him, making your way over to Giles.

You stood halfway down the aisle and he stayed at the end of it.

“Why’re you here?”

“Because you’re making a mistake…”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“You can’t marry him (Y/N), you don’t love him, not really. I know you don’t.”

“Rupert if you’re not here to take part then just go. Don’t ruin this.”

He took a shaky breath, running a hand over his head, looking down at the ground.

“I.. I.. I.. don’t want to see you marry somebody else, I.. I.. can’t…”

You sighed softly, walking over and you placed your hand on the side of his face, making him look at you.

You smiled gently.

“It’s okay… I’m happy… okay? I’m happy…”

“I can make you happier…”

“Rupert.” You warned.

“I love you.”

He placed his hand over yours, lacing your fingers together and he lowered your hand to his side.

“I love you so much… please.. please don’t do this…”

“Get the fuck out of here!” Jake yelled.

He stormed over but was stopped by the young college students from reaching you and Giles, everybody’s gaze fixated on you all.

You could hear Jake shouting, but you focused on Giles.

He was smiling softly at you.

That same damn smile that made you fall head over heels for him the moment you saw him, and he squeezed your hand gently.

“Come with me…”

He took a step forward, resting his forehead on yours.

“I.. I.. I know I missed my chance but please.. please come with me… he doesn’t deserve somebody like you… someone as living and as sweet as you…”

You took a small breath, closing your eyes.

“I love you (Y/N)… I uh.. I should have said that a long time ago…”

You laughed softly, nodding your head.

“Yeah… yeah you should have…”

You moved your head and you looked at Jake, and you looked at the engagement ring on your finger.

You took your hand back from Giles and he looked heartbroken as he moved away, and you turned to Jake.

Taking the ring off you walked over and put it down in his palm.

“We both know this marriage would’ve never worked.”

Running over to Giles, you took his hand and grinned brightly at him, tugging him towards the open door.

“Come on!” You yelled.

Giles laced his fingers with yours, and he ran after you, both of you heading towards his car, and he looked at you with the biggest grin on his face.

He stops you, and he places his hands on the sides of your face, leaning down he could kiss you and you wasted no time kissing him back.

Marriage was supposed to be with somebody you would spend your whole life with, and you couldn’t do that on a lie.

So if that meant running with the man that you did love wholeheartedly, then that’s what you were going to do

#buffy the vampire slayer #buddy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer x you #buddy the vampire slayer imagine #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

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Contents/Warnings: Lynette brings home her coworker, Alexander, after a tiny potion mishap and leaves him alone with her brother Wicks. (Unwilling Prey, willing? pred?, Soft/Safe vore, light teasing,).

Wordcount: 2,700 + (an extra that was voted upon on my server).

Song I listened to on repeat for this chapter: Fuck you - Lily Allen

Side note: I WILL HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING WIDFALI AT LEAST TO CH. 56 TO UNDERSTAND THE CIRCUMSTANCES FOR THIS! (This is a maybe noncannon goof, for now).

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Wicks

Of course he doesn't have anywhere else to go. Alexander's family, the main problem that plagued Wicks sister, Lynette, left on a small vacation without him. And Alexander had fallen victim to one of Claudia's shrink potions after losing a bet with Lynette.

Unfortunately work deemed her the most competent to watch him. Wicks grumbled in his head.

He lazily held his head up with his palm and swayed it back and forth by pivoting his elbow.

Wicks looked over at Lynette. She was brewing some herbal tea for him and herself. Then he squinted at the tiny Alexander sitting on the counter next to the giant cage with bedding. Alexander's body was hunched over with his hands pressed at his face.

Curiously, Wick's let his hazel eyes glowed softly. It was a giveaway for a magus when they used magic.

He used his to break into the tiny male's thoughts.

That's it! Wicks lurched over after doing so; his hand shot forward. Alexander reacted fast, but Wicks made himself faster to grab his legs. He successfully wrapped his fingers around Alexander's and pinched his ankles together.

He swung Alexander to his face, and spoke with a hiss, "Pinche cabrón."

Lynette flinched at his words and turned around with his cup of tea. "Wicks-"

"Let go, asshole!" Alexander yelled out. He lifted his upper body into a sit-up to press at Wicks's fingers that held him.

Oh, I'll let you go, alright. He got ready to whip Alexander across the room.

His sister slammed down the cup and threw herself on top of the counter, "don't be mean, Wicks! Drop him!"

"I'm mean?" Wicks pointed at the upside-down tiny, "He's STILL thinking about eating you. That's all he's thinking about."

Lynette's hand that was reaching to grab Alexander from him hesitated. She turned her head away, "that doesn't mean you should swing him around like that."

The blonde with glasses growled in a rebuttal, "I'm in a house with a human, AND her scent is fucking everywhere!" Wicks glared at him. "The potion didn't erase the Wendigo half, what do you expect!"

Wicks stared back at his sister as if saying, see! But, he only saw the plead in her eyes. Wicks dropped his head and sighed.

He lowered him then pretended his fingers slipped. "Whoops."

The tiny male struck the counter.

Her scowl flashed Wicks and he defended himself, "Even if he wasn't practically invincible from that potion, he could take A LOT more than that. He's fine."

She huffed and slipped back behind the counter.

He watched her lean down to Alexander and ask him if he was okay. She put a gloved hand out, specifically wearing them in case Alexander was tempted to lick her. Something Wicks required her to do.

You shouldn't waste your patience on him, Lentils. Wicks thought.

Lynette put her hands up, "Stay here, Xander." She met her brothers gaze.

She swung around from the kitchen, grabbed her brother's arm, and pulled him off his bar stool. She dragged him to her room.

He hadn't entered it often, especially as she had the glow star ceiling construction going on. His eyes quickly drifted to the few stars and planets on the ground, the missing bar stool laying sideways on her bed, and the open plastic bag laying on the floor.

She better not be balancing that bar stool on her bed.

She let him go, shut the door, and her narrowed forestry green hue got his attention. "You dropped him on purpose."

Wicks smirked and muttered under his breath, "I wish I could do a lot more to that bastard."

"Wicks."

He watched the disappointment pour from her slumped stance. Come on. Do you seriously have- He pressed his bangs back, soured his face like he ate a bag of warhead candies, then released everything with a sigh. "Fine." You shouldn't associate with monsters like him. His bangs went over his eyes.

"Good." She said.

His much shorter sister approached him. The top of her head went to the base of his neck. She threw her hands up and plopped them onto his shoulders gently. She stared up. "Can I trust you to watch him if I shower and get on a quick call with Charletta?"

You and I both know your calls with Charletta are rarely ever quick.

"Why does he need to be watched?"

"He doesn't have his phone; at least put on a movie or something so he can be entertained," Lynette said, dropping her arms.

Her voice strummed with pity.

"Suurrre." Wicks groaned.

Lynette squinted, "wiiiiiicckssss."

"Lentils." He squinted back.

"You know my mom always said to kill people with kindness." Lynette appeared to regret what she said. She braced her lips together.

Wicks rested his hand on her head. "and it makes me jealous that you're patient enough to do it." He started to ruffle her soft and slightly curly red hair.

She protested and pulled back, "HEY!"

"You're gonna fix your hair after your shower anyway," he said, sticking out his tongue playfully.

She pouted her lips endearingly. She couldn't hide the small raised corners of her mouth.

It eased him to see her happy. She'd push herself tirelessly to always keep them all smiling, so he was glad he could do the same.

"Now go take your shower."

"I will," Lynette said.

He left her room, closed the door behind him, and remembered the problem she left him with.

I'm sure you've been nothing but kind to him, Lentils. He looked over at the couch and T.V. then back to the kitchen's bar counter that overlooked the living room. I doubt he shows you the same grace.

Wicks' light olive fingers touched the top of the couch as he passed it. He made it to the granite counter. Alexander was laying down on it, a hand on his abdomen and an arm across his eyes.

Wicks looked over his shoulder at the T.V. He didn't want to give him the pleasure. I should leave him here.

"something so he can be entertained." Her request rang in his head. Yeah, yeah.

His mind dove into deep and unfamiliar territory, a thought he never had before and felt partially disgusted that he did.

I couldn't... He stared at the tiny Alexander's hand that rested on his abdomen. How many times has he eaten my sister? Wicks asked himself. He knew Lynette lied to him about the details and how often he did so.

Wicks sat down and took a deep breath, "hey."

Alexander moved his arm from his eyes in time for Wicks to grab him.

Alexander's body tensed up. Wicks struggled to grab the glasses-clad tiny. He pinched at his shirt back to lift Alexander without choking him.

"Stop picking me up," Alexander's vocals emitted a deeper vibration like a growl.

It wasn't threatening to Wicks given the male's current height.

Wicks ignored his request and asked his own question, "Have you ever been eaten before?"

Alexander's brows scrunched together in annoyance, moving his glasses up on his nose. "Plenty of times, yeah. Why?"

That's surprising. Most monsters hate the taste of hybrids.

Wicks rapped his other hands fingers on the counter. "How long are you stuck like this? Three days?"

Alexander's snippy attitude groaned, "What of it?"

Wicks lifted Alexander to eye level, he wanted to watch his expression change. "You know, a magus like me can regulate whether I take energy from things or not, right?"

Confusion enveloped the blonde's usually annoyed face, "Yeah, what's your point?"

Wicks's head slumped over to the side. He can't be this dense. He brought Alexander closer, his warm, fresh breath met the male. "Why would I bring those up in tandem?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" He hung limply, "They don't have any-" His words stopped. His storm-bluish gray hue widened in consternation. "Fuck no, asshole, put me down!"

Took you long enough. Wicks smirked, partially amused that it took him so long to put everything together.

"There's no fucking point; you can take my energy via touch. What would you gain by eating me?!" Alexander argued.

Wicks twisted the grip on the back of the blonde's uniform, "I'll gain plenty." Wicks gulped back his apprehensiveness. Am I really threatening to eat someone?

Alexander was right; the only reason Wicks had was payback.

How would I even do this? Feet first?

He thought it'd be better to see Alexander's displeasure that way.

Alexander's eyes glowed in retaliation—he was about to use magic. You're not getting out of this.

Wicks wrapped his right hand around Alexander's four-inch tall body and squeezed.

The male squirmed in Wicks's grip, "fucker."

Don't like it when you're not in control, do ya? He kept up the pressure and peered at the feet sticking out.

Do I want to eat his shoes too? Is it weird to take them off? More questions pried their way into Wicks's head, making his trepidation rise.

Stay focused. He probably takes his damn time eating her, might as well do the same.

He removed Alexander's shoes and socks and opened his mouth, not very wide. Wicks's pinky rose to allow more of Alexander's leg's to enter his mouth first.

Up to his calves slipped inside Wicks's jaw and his eyes glimmered with surprise. He had his face scrunched awaiting the rumored foul taste—there wasn't, at least to Wicks.

You don't taste that bad.

Alexander had a faint bitter taste like a 90% dark chocolate bar and fortunately, Wicks enjoyed bitter things.

Is this how people typically taste?

He could feel Alexander's feet push at his tongue, not that they'd gain any traction. You're lucky I don't try and bite you.

He wandered to the visible distaste Alexander held. It definitely made this better.

Wicks lifted another finger, taking more of his legs between his lips. Much like with monsters, Wicks received the taste of their energy through fabric.

Alexander's feet pressed at the back of his throat and uvula. It made Wicks gag. Quit.

"I can tell you're already full-on energy, asshole." Alexander thrashed his body the best he could in Wicks's grip.

That's not the point.

Wicks tipped his head back to allow more to slip inside. He finally let go of Alexander entirely; more than half of his body was in Wicks mouth, while the other half was "free" to groan about his predicament.

Alexander's hands pressed at Wicks's lips, trying to escape. Even at his current size, the glasses-clad male was strong. But, Wicks clamped his teeth on his waist enough to keep him in place.

"Fuck. If you're going to eat me, do it already!" Alexander whined, clearly not wanting this outcome.

He hit Wick's uvula again. Ack. Wicks parted his lips, grabbed Alexander's arms, and pulled them up. Then, he guided more of the male's body in.

He could feel his throat latch down on Alexander's legs as they entered it. Instinctively Wicks wanted to gulp.

He moved his tongue up to stroke Alexander, controlling where he swayed inside the "giants" mouth. It pissed him off more.

"The hell-" The blonde cringed with a weaker tone, "Are you getting some sick satisfaction from this!?"

Duh, I wouldn't eat you otherwise. I'm glad you hate it. Alexander was successfully pulling his legs up.

It forced Wicks to open his mouth up once more, ready to silence him. He had eaten tiny Alexander up to his head; the only bit remaining outside of his mouth was the arms he pinched between his fingers.

The squirming worsened.

His wet muscle curled against Alexander's upper back and pushed him to the roof of his mouth. It drowned out the yelling, not so much the fighting. It continued to flare making Alexander continuously brush along Wick's canines.

I'm so lucky he's palpable, this makes it so much easier.

The build-up of saliva became too much, even with his head tilted upward. It made Wicks gulp it back, and his throat clutched on Alexander's body.

I should...

Wicks attempted his first swallow after he let his arms go. His throat strained. Glrk. Alexander created a solid pressure in it. His writhing bulge fought to stay put.

Wicks shut his eyes and tried to swallow again. The annoying tightness in his gullet remained. It wasn't working.

His eyes widened, shoot. Wicks sat up straight on his barstool and felt his neck. He needed water. Wicks almost left his seat to go to the sink but saw the tea Lynette made for him earlier. It was cool by now. He grabbed the cup and chugged the warm liquid.

The male's energy intensified the bitterness of the tea and successfully helped dislodge his hindrance. He put the cup back on the table and exhaled with relief. He ran his hand over his sore throat.

"Garter makes that look so easy," Wicks grumbled.

He felt the weight of Alexander travel all the way down his body and fall into his stomach.

That's...new. He didn't know how to feel about someone inside him, however, the reasoning made it satisfying enough.

He traced his teeth with his tongue, gathering what flavor he could. He leaned over the bar counter, his hand softly poking at his very active abdomen. At least, it felt that way on the inside; on the outside, it wasn't noticeable.

He kept his body from taking Alexander's energy so he'd stay awake during the ordeal.

He didn't find the feeling as perturbing as he thought he would. He was pretty filling.

Alexander occasionally got in a few good hits, but nothing that would hinder Wicks for more than a second or two.

Regardless, it bothered Wicks enough to do something about it. You wanna play like that? He pressed his abdomen and tightened his core muscles.

Wicks figured it constricted him because Alexander wasn't fighting as hard as before. That's better.

Wicks smirked deviously, his hazel hue gave off a golden glow.

He sent his thoughts straight to the tiny, "How's it feel in there, Xander?"

He didn't make it a two way connection, he knew it worked because Alexander's thrashing returned.

It almost feels like you're giving me a shiatsu massage. Wicks thought with a soft chuckle.

Wicks stretched his arms up, "this actually feels kinda nice."

Upon saying that aloud, he hunched over and put his hands over his mouth in disbelief. Why did I say that.

He let his then fall a few seconds after and the words slipped past his lips with dread, "I hope this doesn't awaken something in me."

Twenty minutes later

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(Extra scene)

Wicks had kicked back on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He expected Lynette's call to go on for at least two more hours. So he had plenty of time to make Alexander think he'd keep him in there for three days. Though, things always go differently than he assumes.

Wicks sat up straight and turned to her. "Oh, cool." I'm never gonna hear the end of it.

"Wicks, Charletta had to leave the call early. She suddenly got really excited and had to tell Ulysses something?" Lynette shouted.

She left her bedroom and came to the living room.

She looked at the coffee table, the bar counter across the way and back to the off T.V.

She got closer, "Uh, where's Xander?"

Wicks chuckled nervously, "he's around." Why do you have to ask about him!

Lynette filled with panic, "Don't tell me you threw him somewhere?!" She started to search around the couch, telling him to get up in case Wicks put him under the couch cushions.

"He's not there-"

"Then where is he, Wicks!! I told you to put a movie on or something!"

"He's safe."

Lynette scanned her brother, "where," she put her hands in his hoodie pockets, they were empty. "Where?!"

Wicks turned his head to the side, his ponytail falling off his shoulder, "it's-he's gonna be fine. I was mad thinking about him eating you all the time and..." he rolled his head back to look at her. "So, I-"

The sudden realization made her squeak aloud, "YOU ATE HIM!"

Wicks could feel his cheeks starting to burn.

"It-well-he-" He couldn't even think of what to say. It embarrassed him to confirm it.

She grabbed his arm firmly, "don't give me any excuses! You are gonna get him out now!"

"I just ate him-" She's strong when she wants to be. Lynette usually had a much more delicate hold.

She tugged, "I don't care if it was only ten seconds!"

Wicks glanced at his phone. "It's been about twenty minutes..."

"AHHH!" She cried out, "don't tell me stuff like that! I didn't even know-" her cheeks looked as red as her brothers, "I'm NEVER trusting you to watch anyone again!"

"That's not-I'm trustworthy, I-" he couldn't form a single sentence out loud all because of his decision to take revenge. I hate you, Alexander.

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