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darkbluekies · 16 hours
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Headcanon: King Edmund as a boyfriend
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Last installment for this type of headcannon!!
Yandere!king x reader
Warnings: mentions of murder, gaslighting, isolation, pressuring to have a son, Edmund being promiscuous, mentions of sex
King Edmund is a spoiled, self-centered bastard who cares for nothing but himself — and you, of course :)
Edmund works a lot, and when he's working, you are the only one that is allowed to interrupt him
When he's not working, he loves to spend time with you — reading, having lunch, playing games, talking.
You are his first real friend because of his isolated childhood and he is determined to never let you go, terrified to be alone again, which is why he doesn't let you walk through most parts of the castle, you're only allowed in a small, restricted part which is guarded day and night.
He is extremely jealous and possessive of you because of his abandonment issues, which makes your life absolute hell, and he can often overreact when seeing someone look at you for too long.
Edmund is strict with rules and if you break any of them (example being trying to leave him) you will be dealt with, by being locked in the dungeons and/or (if you have talked with someone you shouldn't) watch people get murdered — fear tactic is something Edmund’s a big fan of.
Edmund will give you whatever you want, no money is too much to watch you smile, and he will make your birthday a national holiday.
Before he met you, Edmund had somewhat of a promiscuous reputation among his staff because he used to sleep around with a handful of selected women, but now when he has you he has gotten rid of them.
Edmund has a high sex drive because of his age (19), but because of his busy schedule, he barely has time to initiate any time with you ... but when he does manage to, he's a pretty experimental lover, chasing highs in new ways — some too scandalous for his title.
He is pressuring you to have a male heir, because that's what he needs to deliver to his kingdom before he can relax and put it past him, and will not stop before you have a son.
He can be himself with you and you're the only one that get to see the teenage, childish, boyish, playful side of him and it is so different from "king" Edmund.
Fighting with Edmund is already doomed from the start, he is gaslighting you — basically making you question yourself and start to wonder if you are hysteric — until you break down, and then he comforts you saying "I forgive you, you just need to rest."
In conclusion: the two sided Edmund is a handful to deal with, but he won't let you leave him for that♡
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kaiser1ns · 3 days
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𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡𝗘 一 𝗢𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗬
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𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
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╹synopsis :: a skilled samurai had the task to assassinate one of the four landlord's daughter but things went in another direction when his parents decided to marry him off to her.
╹contents :: 2,4k words, historical!au, arranged mirage!au ; mentions of blood, murder, assassination ; symbolism with the names. read a/n at the end for more information.
╹notes :: first chapter of the itoshi sae fanfic, hope you like it ! this fanfic will have slow updates !
╹taglist :: @wirednintkoko @i-love-frensh-fries @steleir @beidousbubz @aoiropetal @raphsimp @rroxii @multi-101 @c4ttheart
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Holding his two metal swords, slashing the men's throats as their bodies dropped dead onto the brown tatami mats as now they began to acquire a red color. It's his duty as one of the highest ranked samurai to keep the Shogunate territory all safe and sound, leaving no trace of his or anyone else's deeds. Another job done with even more cleaning afterwards. He sighed heavily, as he tore a cloth from the dead man's robe to wipe the blood from his katana.
"You've got some nice finishing moves, Itoshi-dono." said an unknown voice behind the man who put away his weapons and removed the samurai mask and helmet that covered his face. Scarlet hair and blue-green eyes with underlashes, flashed in the dark room, his gaze was empty as if he had no soul — and by the way he just killed these people, he was heartless too.
"I am not doing this only for the honorary, work is work and it has to be done." the redhead said, stepping outside the room and closing it with the sliding door, turning around to look at the man, "Have someone clean this mess, I have to report to the Shogun." his tone carried this not as a message but an order as he walked past them, letting them do the dirty work.
Going in the direction of the river, in its ridge to cleanse himself from yet again another sin, but no matter how many times he washes his hands, clothes or swords — the stains of the endless suffering, the voices of the innocent and not, cannot be erased. They will always be a part of him, as long as he is alive.
Itoshi Sae was the name of the samurai, a young man who served the Shogunate's secret assassination group but he was also part of the main army holding a very high ranking and status because he was the firstborn from the nobel Itoshi Family.
The Itoshi clan is the most powerful and most important of all four great clans that dominated Japanese politics — the other three are the Tsurukawa, the Mikage, and the Hiori families, who also had their representative heirs.
The moonlight danced on the surface of the water, casting an ethereal glow reflecting in his eyes. Quite the contrast with the vivid light full of life, and his dull gaze that lacked brightness and vitality. He reached the riverbank, stopping in one place to listen to the gentle lapping of the water against the shore, a soothing sound for his troubled mind.
With deep breath he began to remove his blood-stained armor, letting it fall to the ground causing a loud noise from the weight. Leaving him only with his usual attire that consisted of a black kimono, white hakama and dark blue haori jacket with white wisteria flower on the back - the Itoshi clan symbol of devotion, longevity and resilience.
Sae quickly washed whatever he could, as he put it on again and set off again for the Shogunate's residence in a nearby town. And once he got there he received a warm welcome from the maids but he paid them no mind, he didn't care if there was someone to welcome him or not, the boy just wanted the earned money from his majesty — Ego Jinpachi, an ambitious and overly confident ruler but beneath that facade, is something even more sinister as he is extremely egotistical, cruel, and self-serving man who does not tolerate traitors and liars, and that's why people like Itoshi Sae are recruited into his secret organization.
"You are here earlier than expected," the Shogunate said taking a bite of his food, while the samurai got on the floor and bowed "I'm done with what you needed me for, they are dead and soon there will be no evidence for their lives." he replied with a tone of obedience, maintaining a composed demeanor, his thoughts hidden behind his mask.
"There's nothing you can't do, always with excellent and quick performance." the black haired answered "Now, a letter from your family came, saying it was urgent for you to check. But before that, come with me, I have another task specifically for you." Both men stood up and walked away from the big dining hall, going to the Shogunate personal library, that was kept away from anny prying eyes. It was a dark place, as dark as the Shogunate secret with only a few candles to lit up and to provide visibility.
"I need you to kill the daughter of the Tsurukawa clan. You know, the young princess who talks bad about me and what I do behind doors. I have eyes and ears everywhere. My men, including me, think she is crazy because no woman has the right to talk like this and most importantly about the one who feeds them.” The samurai just listened, observing the Shogun’s body language and tone of speaking and how the word kill came out so easily from his mouth. Even though he harbored no personal attachment to his targets, the idea of killing another noble for the sake of political power wasn't unheard of but he knew better than anyone not to question the orders of his superior.
But why exactly Y/N of the Tsurukawa Family? She wasn't the only one who talked about his wrong doings but she was alive, unlike others. Sae won't deny that he had know her for most of his live as they both were the firstborns and same age — with the only difference being that the lady was an only child and the redhead had a little brother — but he definitely heard her name mentioned when there was talk of the Shogun and some kind of revolution against him. That woman spoke nonsense left and right — or at least ran nonsense for all he cared, only those like Itoshi Sae knew what was going on behind the closed doors of the empire. That's a concern for another day.
"As you wish, my lord," Sae responded with a shallow bow, his voice trailed with no emotion. "Consider it done."
The Shogunate nodded, a murderous look in his eyes that seems to be second nature to him. "Oh, and more thing Itoshi, you will have one whole year to do this, starting from next week with the first cherry blossomed tree." he said, tone monotone like it was that normal to talk about assassination "This will be your longest mission and if you don't complete it by next spring you know what awaits you. So don't make me do the unthinkable. Now you are dismissed."
With a nod, the young man took his leave, thinking about what the Shogun just ordered him to do — to kill Tsurukawa Y/N until the next spring — and despite her outspokenness and rebellious nature, very unusual behavior for a woman at that, she had always been there, next to him on official dinners, paintings or playing together with wooden swords as kids. And now she had to be gone.
As he departed from Ego's dinner time with other important politicians, his thoughts drifted back to the letter from his family, he hasn't been home for months, and apparently now is the time to do so. Arriving at his quarters in the rooms of the residence, Sae retrieved the manuscript letter, the elegant calligraphy of his family's crest a stark contrast to the bloodstains that still lingered on his hands. Without further ado, he untied the thread and the scroll unfolded.
Itoshi Sae, from the Itoshi Family. Please come home as soon as possible, by the time you read this letter no more than three days will have passed, and it will be one more day till you return. The matter requires your presence as the future head of the family, so please get home immediately.
Could Rin be causing trouble again? No, it shouldn't be that. Someone must have gotten sick or died, if they seek him physically. Maybe another idiot wants to fight him? The last time he fought someone from another lower clan or a drunkard, things didn't end very well. What could possibly be happening, he didn't care about being the next head, but had to pretend for the sake of his parents' honor. With a heavy and hopeless sigh, he tucked the letter into his cloak. He will think about it tomorrow morning when he leaves.
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The morning is wiser than the night as old people tend to say, something new and exciting will await anybody but sometimes it's okay to look in the past that the night helds. Memories flooded his thoughts as he traversed familiar paths, the small pond with fish or the wooden puppets that he practiced on, reminiscing about the carefree days of his childhood before his life became entangled with the the dark side of the political power and hierarchy be it assassination, stealing important information and artifacts, weapons, you name it - he's done it.
Upon reaching the grand gates of his family's house, the samurai was greeted by the sincere smiles of his servants. "Welcome home, Itoshi Sae-sama." The people in front of whom he grew up, and they watched as he became a handsome and strong man, started to welcome and praise him. Their hushed whispers and furtive glances only deepened his sense of curiosity — something big is going to happen, and just hoped it wasn't something that important to involve him.
As he stepped into the ancestral home, entering the main hall, the samurai's eyes met those of his parents, they were happy to finally see their son — the reason of their pride and joy. There was silence as he entered, kneeling on the floor with the tops of the feet flat against the ground, sitting back on his heels, and bowing deeply from the waist with the hands placed palms down on the thighs or folded in front, looking around carefully — his father and mother were there, as well as his younger brother Rin, who was sitting next to their father. Sae's gaze fell upon a girl, an unfamiliar persona. New maid, perhaps? He remembered how his mother was very tired of doing garden work so maybe they hired someone.
Her face hid behind the golden fan she was holding and the only uncovered part was her e/c eyes as she also looked at him. Adorned in a beautiful red kimono, probably made of the most luxurious and finest silk with white crane and floral patterns with gold threads, the greenish obi was intricately tied on her waist. The flowing, wide sleeves accentuated her gracefulness, defining her silhouette with elegance, the Shimada styled hair into a large, elaborate bun on top of the head, decorated with golden comb, as she stood beside his mother.
His gaze did not miss every single detail even for a second, but this is very strange because that's not a worker's outfit. Could this be Rin's fiancé? He is two years younger than Sae and had time till marriage and the letter hadn't mentioned the true reason for his urgent return.
Oh ...
The realisation hit him like a swift cut from his most sharpest katana — marriage. The girl infront of him, is the bride. Oh sweet, Bishamonten, giving another battle to his fortune warrior. Sae's father, observing his son's reaction, cleared his throat to gain his attention. "Sae, we have summoned you here today to discuss an important matter concerning your future and the prosperity of our family." His words echoing with calming tone, "As you know, our family's honor is of utmost importance to us. It is with great consideration that we have arranged a mirage for you." He paused, allowing the weights of his words to sink in before continuing, "And to continue our legacy and alliances with the Tsurukawa Family."
He tried to be calm, to keep his composure, but his facial expression and his widened eyes gave it away. The Tsurukawa Family, the same family Ego ordered him to assassinate their heir. There's no way that's possible, the Gods above can't play such a joke on him right now.
"We understand that this may come as a surprise to you, but rest assured, it is a decision made with the utmost care and consideration for your well-being." He gestured towards the other feminine figure beside his wife, indicating the girl to put down her fan, revealing her full face. That was Tsurukawa Y/N — the young lady from the second clan in power, the same girl that will be killed by his own hands, the woman who will become his wife. It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.
"As your father, it is my duty to ensure that you are provided for and that our family thrives for generations to come. This marriage is a part of that responsibility," he explained, his tone gentle yet firm concluded with a reassuring nod, his eyes going to his elder son and soon daughter-in-law.
"When is the wedding?" the young samurai finally spoke up, his mind was messy, it was full of countless thoughts and plans of how this is going to work. He wanted his targets close, but not that close.
"Tomorrow," his father replied, his voice carrying a hint of sympathy for the shock his son was experiencing. "We knew that you won't come home if we said what is it for, so take it as a gift from Amaterasu."
Sae felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Tomorrow? It seemed impossible to prepare himself mentally for such a significant event in such a short time. Yet, as a samurai, he was trained to adapt to any situation. "I understand, Father," he managed to say, though his voice wavered slightly.
His father got up and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Sae nodded his head slowly. The family left the room, leaving him alone with his soon-to-be wife, he couldn't help but feel at unease — he never had any problems about his missions. This marriage wasn't just about securing alliances or ensuring the family's prosperity — it was God's plan, a forsaken and unfortunate planning with the most unexpected twist.
Turning to face Y/N as she waved her fan grinning so innocently at him, her eyes sparkled with adoration, a slight blush painted on her face like a freshly ripe peach from his mother's garden. Sae however, maintained his stoic demeanor, his eyes cold and distant, forcing a polite smile, though there was nothing to be smiling about.
"Don't get the wrong idea, Y/N. This marriage is just a formality, a transaction on paper. There's no need for us to pretend otherwise." he said, his voice letting her know that he isn't interested in this fiasco, or in her, for now. "So don't expect much." As he spoke, the weight of his words hung in the air, casting a shadow over any hope she might have held onto.
Y/N's heart sank when she saw how cold he had become, but she refused to show any sign of weakness. With a flick of her fan, she masked her disappointment behind a facade of indifference, determined to prove him wrong, even if it meant breaking through his icy exterior one layer at a time. She would not give up on the hope that someday, just maybe, he would see her not as a mere transaction or an old friend, but as something more.
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江戸散歩 [EDO SANPO]
• The meaning behind the Tsurukawa [鶴川] surname is 鶴 - crane and 川 - river. In Japan, the crane, or tsuru, is a national treasure and is considered the bird of happiness. It is depicted in art, literature, and mythology as a symbol of honor, good fortune, loyalty, and longevity. So to be free as a bird, and as calm but rebellious as the water.
• In Edo period Japan, the color red on clothes signified youth and glamour as well mad, passionate love that is all consuming but fleeting so is chosen. And the green which represents new beginnings and good fortune. So they are chosen for Y/N's kimono.
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Picklejar Hall of Fame [Jan, Feb & March]
gonna be doing this every few months now. enjoy🎁
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Bucky Barnes
Incubus & Disney Corruption Series - @after-avenging-hours - found these so long ago and i thoroughly enjoyed them again very recently. so they deserve to be in this list💕
The Ties That Bind Us - @thevillainswhore - divorced or not, god himself will never keep me away from this man's dick🫠🫠🫠🫠
Oberyn Martell
Burning Bright - @tropes-and-tales - i read a few chapters so long ago and then lost the series somehow, but i found it again and i'm saving it here because it's so good😭💖
Frank Castle
Pretty - @chvoswxtch - the dream i had about this man lead me straight to your fic and i have ✨no regrets✨ about that💋
Miguel O'Hara
Superhuman Stamina and Hide And Seek - @astroboots - not a good idea to read this while i was ovulating🫠🫠🫠🫠
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Empty Me Out - i am a sucker for Obi-Wan losing control and you exploited that😤💐❤️
Din Djarin
Dosed - @absurdthirst - who needs ovulation when you've got a sex pollen to make you go insane for the Mandalorian?🌶️🔥🌶️🔥
Electric Heart - @hellowoolf - gnawing at my arm because of this🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
Flowers For My Mandalorian - @thefrogdalorian - this is so cute!!! offering Din flowers?? he absolutely deserves them💐💐💐💐
Like A Moth To The Flame - @the-scandalorian - this👏🏼 fic👏🏼 has👏🏼 ruined👏🏼 me👏🏼
Beloved - @groguspicklejar - shameless self promo. what are you gonna do about it? don't look at me like that👁️👁️
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon wakes up in the middle of the night - @thexsilentxwordsmith - what do i- what do i gotta do? WHAT DO I GOTTA DO? WHO'S SOUL DO I HAVE TO SELL?😭
Simon being obsessed with your swollen tummy - @sunsetsimon - fluff overload🩷 that's it. that's all i have. my brain has been fried by fluff🧠💥
"Since when do you drink bourbon?" - @shotmrmiller - i need to be neutered, doused in holy water and burnt at the stake because HOT FUCKING DAMN🥵🌶️🔥
Around the clock - @clairdelunelove - Simon "lone dog that strays right into your home and stays there to guard you and fix your stuff to make himself feel like he needs to earn your time of day" Riley will never not be the most precious thing ever🌻💞
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Vouyer!Gaz - @sky-is-the-limit - from now on, mirrors are my worst enemy because i cannot walk by one without suddenly having the urge to be fucked in front of it by my favourite fictional man🪞
I let my gf manscape me - Kyle needs to be taken care of and yes, i volunteer as tribute🙋🏽‍♀️ Two Best Friends And A Hoodie - if this man finds his hoodies missing, he better blame himself because i cannot be trusted around them or him and he should take better care of them🫠🌶️🔥 (both my @tfone4one)
Watch Her - @waves-against-a-cliff - you have no idea but this fic lives rent free in my mind🥵
Vegas marriage with Gaz - @mangowafflesss (+ @ethereal-night-fairy 's delicious addition) - this gave me a sever case of brainworms🥴
Release - @captainfern - listen. what do i gotta do to suck his dick? who do i have to kill? because i will do it in the name of gaz dick love🔪🌹
Fake dating Kyle - @alwaysshallow - oh, no fake dating that leads to a forced marriage🙂💍 how absolutely terrible! what ever shall i do?🙂🙂🙂 as i'm running down the isle to marry my man
Out Of Element - @cowyolks - calling Makarov to kidnap me so that Gaz can save me because i'm crazy like that teehee👽
Stay For Something - @makoodles - if you hear muffled screaming, no you didn't. if you also hear loud squelching noises, yes you do because that's the sound of gaz rearranging my guts in an attempt to rectify a relationship that should've never fallen apart in the first place and no, i have no regrets about that🌹🌹🌹🌹
Send Me Feral, Sweet Like Honey & Into The Fire - @greatstormcat - all of these. ✨chef's kiss✨ every version of gaz can fuck me 10 ways to hell and no, i do not regret disclosing that information🔥
Show Me Out - @wiinterz - i was not prepared for how fucking cute this was and i am emotionally damaged my this fic🌸
Bloody Shame - @glossysoap - you need jailtime for this because how dare you exploit my weakness for Kyle "best friend who's secretly in love with you and would jump at the opportunity to fuck you" Garrick🥵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ma'am, i'm putting you under arrest for stealing my wretched heart🔒🗝️
John "Soap" MacTavish
The key to solving Johnny's bad mood - @soap-ify - is it bad that i want to purposefully put him in a bad mood so he can do this?👀
I need your discipline - @crashandlivewrites - Soap sending nudes is never accidental and i will die on that hill but dammit is it fucking entertaining either way🌶️🥴
Cbf!johnny - @shotmrmiller - when i tell you that i needed a freezing cold shower after this... way to drag me all the way to hell🫠🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Fwb!Captain MacTavish - @waves-against-a-cliff - can we PLEASE leave our legs open for this bear of a man?👽👽👽👽👽👽
Forgotten Sorrows - @ethereal-night-fairy - you must enjoy breaking hearts because why are you out to get me like this🙃💔 like honestly, every time i go back to read this fic again, i'm left in tears over how exquisitely gut-wrenching it is. so thanks for taking a sledgehammer to my heart🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 (p.s- that PriceWitch x reader smut? a soothing balm to my soul after the hurt you left✨)
John Price
Price with a breeding kink - @luvit - finding out that i don't want kids... unless it means i'm being bred by Jonathan Price was an 💫experience💫
John Price x witch!reader - @neoarchipelago - that's it. i'm taking courses on how to be a shapeshifter because if this is what it takes to find my fictional man, then so be it🐈‍⬛
The Space In Between - @391780 - this exquisite mafia fic will always have me in a chokehold and i have made my peace with that because i wouldn't have it any other way🥂🖤
Who wears the pants - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries - husband!price being a total simp for his wifey and getting jealous when his boys see how beautiful she is? sign me. the fuck. up🔥
Price Headcannons - @blckbrrybasket - listen. idk who's giving you this information but these are the most accurate hc of john price i've ever seen. who's your source?👀 and don't think i didn't catch the rest of the 141 hcs too, you're on my radar now👀👀👀👀
At The Barber - @sofasoap - i think it's extremely accurate when price doesn't want to go to the barber because he's anxious about somebody holding a sharp object to his neck and you've captured that beautifully💖💖💖💖
Captain Knows Best - @slater-baby - kelsi.exe has stopped working😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫 i need to be checked into a mental hospital because this wrecked my brain and my pussy beyond repair🔥🔥🔥
Touchy - @glossysoap - my thighs are available 24/7, 365 days a year for this man and i have absolutely no shame about that🎀
Konig
Bite me. Love me. - @cookiepie111 - if he's a walking red flag then we are at a carnival and i'm colour blind🎠🎪
Geto Suguru
Mine, Mine, Mine! - @teamatsumu - when will i find my feral alpha who wants to breed me? when?🫠
Todoroki Shouto
Fingerprints - @andypantsx3 - i'm so glad i found this fic again because i binged it and licked it off my girl dinner plate with not an ounce of shame🍽️
Bakugo Katsuki
Resistance - @yesitsmewhataboutit - genuinely sad when i lost this fic before i saved it but the fanfiction gods took pity on my soul and brought it back onto my lap💐 love you for this masterpiece💞
Honourary Mentions
The Pit - @peachesofteal - Peach, i will never not be in awe of your dark and twisty fics and this one in particular because it's so phenomenally delicious🪻🌑
soap x reader x ghost - @rowarn - i volunteer as tribute for Johnny to learn his new skills on me🙋🏽‍♀️
Netflix And Chill - @luvit - am i ashamed of the whore i became because of this fic? nope. absolutely not and i thank you for it🔥🔥🔥🔥
The Highlands Of Your Heart - @spectres-n-soap - how. dare. you. break. my. heart. like. this🙃💔 ...do it again (no, i'm kidding pls don't)
Let Me In - @eilidh-eternal & @groguspicklejar - this wasn't meant to become a whole series but that's what happens when a fanart sparks the creativity of two moots and thus, an accidental fanfiction series was born✨✨✨✨
mafia!141 - @cordeliawhohung - since we're mafia sister wives, i think this series deserves a spot in this hall of fame🖤✨ taking my time to read this because i want to savour it
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pia!!! for the writing prompts: 22 cancelling their schedule just to spend time with them, if that sparks anything! <3
hi nina!!! it took a while but then it sparked something indeed, thanks for sending the prompt <3
hearts will hold
3.1k, [read on ao3]
“Hey,” Eddie says when Buck opens the door, casual, like Buck should’ve expected him. Which he did not. 
“Uh, h-hey,” he says. “Didn’t you say you had plans today?”
“Canceled them,” Eddie says easily, pushing past Buck into his loft. “I’d rather be here anyway.”
“Eddie, I–“ Buck closes the door and turns to watch Eddie rummage through his fridge, emerging with two bottles of beer. “What do you mean, you canceled them? Didn’t you have a date?”
Eddie shrugs, opening the balcony door one handed while holding the beers in the other. Buck has no choice but to follow him out there, still confused. 
This morning after work, he asked Eddie if he was busy this afternoon, and Eddie said he was gonna see Marisol. It’s not unusual lately, that Eddie can’t hang out with Buck because he’s got plans with his girlfriend. Which is normal and to be expected, but also fucking sucks because, well – Buck has horrible timing and realized some things too late.
“You can’t cancel on your girlfriend for me,” he says guiltily, but takes the beer Eddie offers him anyway.
“Of course I can, you’re my best friend. It just felt like I’d brushed you off too many times lately, and I don’t wanna do that.”
“It’s fine,” Buck says, but he’s not sure how convincing he sounds. 
“I don’t want you to feel like you’re not a priority,” Eddie continues like Buck didn’t say anything, and Buck has to close his eyes briefly. Being bulldozed by Eddie’s love and care has gotten so much harder since he’s had his realization. “Because you are. So shut up and let me hang out with you, okay?”
Buck laughs a little. “Okay, okay. I’m glad you’re here.”
“So I didn’t interrupt any plans?”
“Nah,” Buck shrugs. “Was gonna go for a run or something later, but that’s it.”
He swallows down the self-deprecating “Don’t have anyone to make plans with,” before he can say it (he knows it’s not entirely true, but Maddie is so preoccupied with her own family, and everyone else has their own thing going on too, he doesn’t want to bother them), but Eddie hears it anyway, of course.
“I’m surprised you’re not at Bobby and Athena’s right now, making sure they’re recuperating.”
“I’m going there tomorrow,” Buck admits sheepishly, but Eddie looks more pleased than anything else.
“Good,” he says. “And you should come over for dinner this week, you know Christopher can’t go a week without seeing you.”
“You don’t have to make sure I’m…entertained, or whatever,” Buck mutters. “I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can,” Eddie says. “It’s just– you seem a little off, lately. Since the cruise thing, or maybe the breakup. I don’t know, but I worry about you.”
“I’m fine,” Buck says again. “You don’t have to cancel on your girlfriend to check on me.”
“That’s not– Buck, I want to hang out with you. I’d like it if you talked to me about what’s going on with you, but I want to spend time with you regardless of that. I didn’t come over here to check on you, or to interrogate you.”
“Okay,” Buck says quietly. “Okay. Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so touchy today.”
But he does know – he’s tired and grouchy and a little bit heartbroken, and it apparently makes him snippy.
“It’s okay,” Eddie says. “Do you wanna talk about the breakup?”
“Not really.” Buck takes a sip of his beer. “There’s not that much to say anyway. It just became obvious eventually that we didn’t have much in common. Besides the death thing, I guess.”
They’re back in comfortable territory after that, talking the same way they always do, and Buck finally relaxes. He worries about seeming anything less than normal lately, scared to be caught out, unsure about what is his normal around Eddie. Looking back, it seems to him like he’s never been really normal about him at all, but it’s different when he knows.
He’s clearly not doing the best job, because Eddie noticed that he’s been acting strange, but not the worst either, because at least he can’t tell why. And Eddie’s acting the same, so everything is fine.
The next time Buck asks Eddie to hang out, he suggests taking Christopher to California Science Center together that weekend, and Eddie says yes after only a second of hesitation.
“They’ve got a special exhibit on Da Vinci right now,” he says. “It’s supposed to be really cool.”
“You had me at ‘California Science Center’,” Eddie says with a smile, and Buck grins back, already excited to tell Christopher.
“This is so much better than going shopping,” Christopher breathes a few days later, staring up at a model of da Vinci’s Flying Bicycle.
“What do you mean?” Buck asks. “Were you supposed to go shopping today?”
“Yeah, Dad said we need to get me new jeans and shoes,” Chris says distractedly. “And I think Marisol was supposed to come for dinner. But we can do that another time, I like you better anyway.”
Buck doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t know what to say, to any of the things Chris has just told him. Should he encourage him to make more of an effort with his dad’s girlfriend? But Eddie has never mentioned Chris being anything but nice to her, so it sounds like things are fine – and Buck can’t make him like her more than he does.
And– Eddie canceled his plans for him again? It makes warmth spread in his chest, a pleased little creature stretching in there. As a best friend, he should probably tell Eddie to prioritize his girlfriend, but he already knows he won’t do that. Maybe that makes him a terrible person, but it’s not like he’s telling Eddie to pick him over her. Eddie’s doing that all by himself, and Buck is selfish enough to let him.
A week later, Buck wakes up in the bunkroom with a sore throat and a headache at the tail end of their shift.
When he stumbles up to the loft, Hen only gives him one glance before coming over to worriedly press the back of her hand to his forehead.
“Yeah, you’re definitely coming down with something,” she announces, and Bobby steps around the kitchen counter, a frown on his face.
“Don’t worry about finishing up the shift, Buck,” he says. “Should I get someone to drive you home?”
“I’m okay,” Buck mutters. “Well, n-not okay, but– I can drive myself home.”
“What’s going on?” Eddie asks, coming up the stairs. He pauses at the top, taking in the scene, then rushes to Buck’s side. “Buck? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Buck says, but his voice sounds a bit croaky. “Just think I’m getting sick.”
Eddie presses his hand to his forehead too, then nods grimly. “I’ll drive you home.”
“No, seriously, I’m okay to drive,” Buck says. “I promise. I’ll drive carefully and text you when I’ve made it home and everything.”
Chimney appears in the loft next and they do the whole spiel again, until finally, the others agree to let him drive home by himself. Buck would never go so far as to endanger anyone else, even to avoid bothering his friends, and they all know it.
“Tell us if you need anything,” Hen says. “Anything at all.”
“Food, entertainment, meds, we’ll bring you anything,” Chimney adds. “And text your sister, she’ll want to know.”
“I’ll take you off the next shift, too,” Bobby says, gently steering him towards the stairs with a hand on his shoulder. “Rest, okay? We don’t want you to overexert yourself. And get well soon.”
Eddie accompanies him all the way to his jeep, his arm steady and warm whenever it brushes against Buck’s, and leans against the car while Buck climbs in.
“I’ll drop by later with some stuff,” he says. It’s not a question, but Buck tries anyway.
“You don’t have to,” he says. “I have food at home, I’ll probably just lay in bed and sleep or watch TV until I feel better. I don’t want you to catch anything.”
Eddie gives him a look. “I’ll see you later, Buck,” he says, and pointedly closes the car door.
Buck grins, helpless against it, and starts the jeep.
At home, he texts the group chat that he made it, Maddie that he’s a little under the weather but that she shouldn’t worry and that he has everything he needs, then changes into sweats and a hoodie and collapses into bed.
When he wakes up, it’s to the smell of food and soft clattering sounds from the kitchen. The red numbers on his alarm clock tell him it’s afternoon already, so he slept a good few hours despite the sleep he already got on shift. He sits up, sneezes three times in a row, and by the time he’s blinked away the sleep, Eddie is standing at the top of the stairs, holding a mug.
“Drink this,” he says, handing Buck the mug. “How’re you feeling?”
Buck makes a noncommittal sound and takes a sip of the tea. The truth is that he’s really feeling sick now, stuffy nose, full body shivers, and still that annoying headache.
“Hm,” Eddie makes, touching Buck’s forehead again. “Sorry, bud, I know this sucks.”
Buck closes his eyes. “Kinda, yeah.”
“Well, if you’re feeling up to it, I’ve got some chicken soup on the stove that should be ready soon. You can eat some of it and rest on the couch?”
“I’ll come downstairs in a bit,” Buck says, breathing in the steam rising up from the mug. “Need to wake up a little.”
“Sure,” Eddie says, his hand twitching towards Buck but falling back to his side before it makes contact. “Take your time.”
Buck drinks the tea in bed, then goes to the bathroom before he slowly heads downstairs. His head is pounding now, and sudden moves make it worse.
Eddie meets him at the foot of the stairs, brow creased.
“Come on, sit down,” he says gently, ushering Buck over to the couch and spreading his fuzzy blanket over his legs once he’s sitting. “Are you warm enough?”
Buck smiles a little. “Yeah, stop fussing. You’re such a dad.”
Eddie shrugs, but he’s smiling too. “Can’t help it.”
He gets Buck a bowl of steaming chicken soup and then sits down next to him with a paper bag full of meds.
Buck gives him a bemused look. “Did you do anything today that wasn’t for me?”
“I had the time,” Eddie shrugs. “Christopher had plans for after school anyway, he’s not gonna be home until after dinner.”
“And you didn’t want to use the time to make plans with Marisol?” Buck asks, focusing on his soup instead of on Eddie. He doesn’t want to keep bringing her up, but he feels like one of them has to, or he’s gonna go crazy.
“She gets it,” Eddie says nonchalantly, like he’s not implying that he canceled on her again.
“But…,” Buck forces himself to keep going, “are things still going well with her?”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Eddie says, a little hesitant now. “I’m just also not sure it’s right? She’s nice, and fun, and I like hanging out with her, but…I guess I just– she’s kind of further down on my list than a girlfriend should be.” He shakes his head, then shakes the paper bag in his hand. “Anyway, time to take these.”
So Buck focuses on taking his meds and finishing the soup, rather than the fact that his heart is beating a staccato rhythm against his sternum.  It probably doesn’t mean anything. Even if Marisol isn’t the one for Eddie, doesn’t mean he’d consider Buck instead.
And he loves being Eddie’s best friend. He’s so fucking lucky that Eddie picked him to be such a big part of his life. If that’s all it’s ever gonna be, Buck’s gonna find a way to live with it.
It’s just also gonna be hard as fuck, because Eddie is the kind of friend who, when Buck gets sleepy, maneuvers him down onto the couch but doesn’t get up to make room, and instead lets Buck rest his head on his lap.
He runs a gentle hand through Buck’s hair, massaging his throbbing head carefully, and Buck feels his eyes sting.
“Thank you,” he whispers, “for being here.”
Eddie smiles down at him, eyes warm. “Anytime.”
Buck holds his gaze for a few long seconds, watching as Eddie’s smile slips a little and he blinks rapidly a few times before he catches himself again.
“You okay?” he asks. “If you have to go–”
“No,” Eddie says, clearing his throat. His fingers resume their movement against Buck’s scalp. “No, I’m good. Right where I’m supposed to be.”
When Buck wrestles his tired eyes back open a few minutes later, Eddie’s not looking at him anymore. He’s staring off into the middle distance, deep in thought.
Eddie is at Buck’s loft every day for the three days he wrestles his stupid cold. It’s usually just an hour or two, but it makes the entire ordeal much less terrible. After that, Buck returns to work and his regular daily life, spending at least two nights a week at the Diaz house, meeting Maddie for lunch or coffee and helping her and Chim with wedding planning wherever he can.
Everything is completely normal, until it’s not.
On a completely normal Wednesday, on the way back to the station after a completely normal call, Hen turns to Eddie with sparkling eyes and asks, “So how are things with Marisol? You haven’t mentioned her in a while.”
“Um,” Eddie says, looking caught out. He picks at some invisible lint on his pants and says, so quiet they can barely hear it through the headset, “We actually broke up a while back.”
“What?” Hen, Chimney and Bobby ask at the time, covering the fact that Buck can’t say anything at all.
“What happened?” Hen asks.
“I just realized it wasn’t gonna work,” Eddie shrugs. He’s still looking at his knees, alternating with Buck’s like they always do when they’re crammed into the engine, rather than any of them, and his face is getting more and more flushed. “That…I wanted something different.”
He lifts his head just enough to sneak a glance at Buck, who only notices because he’s still staring so intently. Their eyes meet and Buck feels frozen in the moment, caught in his hope and the paralyzing fear that he’s wrong and would ruin everything if he were to ask Eddie.
Then Eddie jerks his head away and Buck sucks in a breath like he’s been suffocating.
“Well, good on you for realizing,” Chimney says, and Eddie looks up to shoot him a crooked grin. His face is still pink.
“I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually,” Bobby adds, and Eddie looks down again, but not fast enough that Buck can’t see the little smile that’s on his face now.
“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I think so too.”
His knee presses against Buck’s a little harder, and stays there.
For the rest of the shift, Buck feels jittery and nervous. Eddie doesn’t approach him so he doesn’t either, but he can’t stop staring at him.
Eddie seems pretty normal, just doing his job and shooting the shit with Hen and Chimney like always, but every time he catches Buck staring, he gives him this small smile that’s just different enough from his normal smiles that Buck’s heart keeps skipping beats. This really can’t be healthy.
After the end of their shift, while Buck’s fighting to button his shirt up with shaky fingers, Eddie steps close to him and says, “Come home with me.”
Buck shivers, goosebumps erupting all over his skin, and misses his buttonhole again when he nods jerkily. “Yeah, sure, of course.”
Eddie’s definitely smirking now but his ears and cheeks are pink again, so at least Buck isn’t alone with his flaming face.
They take separate cars so Eddie makes it before Buck, and when Buck finally unlocks the front door, Eddie is nervously pacing the length of his living room.
He spins around to face Buck with slightly wild eyes, then crosses the room in three big strides, coming to a stop right in front of him.
“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” he says, and then his hands are on Buck’s face, warm and gentle and safe.
Buck catches on a second before their lips meet, his own hands latching onto the back of Eddie’s shirt. It makes Eddie smile, and that makes their first kiss a slightly off-center, dry press of lips.
But then Buck spreads his hands out on Eddie’s back, pulling him closer, and Eddie uses his hold on his face to tilt his head just so, and suddenly it’s perfect.
“Not reading it wrong,” Buck breathes against Eddie’s lips what could be hours or minutes later, and Eddie laughs a little, tucking his face into Buck’s neck.
“I was really scared,” he admits, and Buck squeezes him, presses a kiss to the shell of his ear and the side of his head.
“Me too, I was so scared I got it wrong. That my hope was, like, making things seem a certain way–”
Eddie runs a hand through his hair, looking up so he can meet Buck’s eye.
“I didn’t even get it,” he says, disbelief coloring his words. “I was already so deep– When you were sick, I told you I was right where I wanted to be. And that was true in a way I didn’t even– I wasn’t aware of just how much I literally always want to be where you are. And then that made me realize some other things, and put them into perspective, so I talked to Marisol–”
“You can tell me about her later,” Buck interrupts, and Eddie laughs.
“Okay. Let me just– I love you. That’s what I realized. I’m in love with you, and have been for god knows how long.”
Buck kisses him, slow and mostly chaste, but he’s still breathless when he pulls back again.
“I love you, too,” he says, touching Eddie’s warm cheek with gentle fingers and watching the way his eyelashes flutter. “I’ll tell you the rest of it later, too. For now, can we just – do this?”
Eddie grins, then tilts his head to press a kiss to Buck’s palm. “Let’s move to the couch first, but then – yeah, we definitely can.”
Buck would follow Eddie anywhere, so the couch is honestly his easiest exercise. And with the prospect of kissing the love of his life on it? He can’t get there fast enough.
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MAMA'S BOY - NERO
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ft. nero x fem!reader
a/n: if nero does not stop looksmaxxing omfg why is it so hard to find a pic where he isn't mewing? this is admittedly so super self-indulgent and idek what the dmc fandom on tumblr is saying so... if this gets four notes i'll still die happy. feedback and reblogs appreciated :3 ty to @thevirgincherry for beta reading !! ilysm MWAH
cw: 18+ content, mdlb, nipple play, tit play(?) in general, use of mama, handjob, cum eating, super sappy smut basically
word count: 1.8k words
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“You've gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Is the first thing that spills past Nero's lips when you mention shifting the dynamics a little bit in your relationship. He's giving you an incredulous look, one of his brows arching towards his hairline.
“I'm really not. You're so irritable all the time. You need to let yourself relax. All that cynicism is getting to your head.” You say with a frown, your brows furrowing as you look at your boyfriend. He's giving you that look again - the one that says he's about three seconds away from saying something downright horrific, but he's choosing not to - to spare your feelings, of course.
“Right. And so, what… you coddling me like a kid's meant to… miraculously make me a ray of sunshine?” He scoffs, his own brows pinching together in frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. The cybernetic one, ‘cause his human hand is currently twitching at his side. “Baby, I love you, but seriously. I've been handling myself for a long while. I don't need you to do it.”
You know it's not that - you know Nero well enough to recognise the uncomfortable shift of his feet and the way the tips of his ears turn a slight pink. He's embarrassed, even if he's trying to hide it. A sense of unease always comes over him when he thinks about being taken care of. It's a luxury he's never had - one he thinks he doesn't deserve.
You give him that look that he really, really hates. ‘Cause you really are the only person that's always looked out for him, so seeing the way your eyes narrow in frustration is enough to have him wanting to kneel at your feet with his tail between his legs, rubbing himself against your thighs and pleading until you forgive him.
Shit. Maybe he's more cut out for this whole ‘mama’ shit than he thought.
His resolve wavers, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before he lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Alright, alright. I’ll try it out, but I ain't promisin’ shit.”
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Turns out all Nero needs is a few stern words and gentle touches and he's rolling over like a good boy, exposing the soft underbelly he tends to try and keep hidden. When he comes home drained and you're quick to guide him to a bath, it's hard for him not to completely melt under your attention.
Scratch his scalp when you're washing his hair, and he's fully ready to go all ‘yes, mama’ to whatever you want. He's happy to bare himself for you. You want him bent over the back of the couch? On all fours? He'll stick his tongue out and beg for it like a good boy if it meant you'd give him that proud expression that makes his heart feel like it's beating again. Mama gets what mama wants, and that's an irrefutable fact.
“C'mere, baby.” You coo after he makes his way into the apartment after a long day of ‘work’. Blood splatters his feet dragging against the floor. His movements are exhausted - slow and rugged. You can see that glazed over look making itself present in his eyes, his gaze somewhere off in the distance.
His body is working on autopilot as he makes his way to the sofa you're sitting on. He flops down next to you, and the change in him is immediate. The tension melts from him as he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his way between your breasts as his hands clutch your waist tight enough that it's almost painful.
“Mama…” He croaks out, pressing himself right up against you, trying to wriggle his way on your lap without ever having to disconnect any part of himself from your warmth. You cradle him as best you can - it's not necessarily the easiest thing to have a 6’2 demon hybrid trying to curl up on your lap like a kitten, but he always manages to find a way to worm himself into your arms, clinging to you like he's scared you're gonna vanish as soon as he closes his eyes.
He's never found it so easy to be loved by someone. You gave him that unconditional, no strings attached love. You loved him just ‘cause he was worth loving in your eyes. Not because you needed him for something, or because you had some sense of pity for his situation.
You were easy to love, and his love for you was unwavering and all consuming. It was far too easy to fall into you with your kind eyes and gentle touch. He didn't have to deal with the shit of his life when he was with you. He could finally relax. He was safe.
“Missed you.” He breathes out against the skin peeking out from the low collar of your shirt, his blue eyes flicking up to gaze at your face. His nose brushes your skin, his hands pawing at your shirt as if he's trying to entice you to take it off. “Mama… please.”
“You gotta ask properly, baby. Use your big boy words, c'mon. What do you want from mama?” You coo, running a hand through his white hair. You let your nails rake over his scalp lightly, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch.
His hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it off anyway. He's never been good at this part - getting the words out. His cheeks grow all pink and he gets quiet, just whining until you let him pull the shirt off of your body. As soon as your tits are in view, he's licking, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he can get his mouth on.
“So impatient, baby.” You scold lightly, helping him adjust slightly so you can slip down his trousers, freeing his cock. It's already rock hard and leaky, the tip flushed red as it oozes precum down his length. “S'okay though. It's not your fault. Mama knows you can't think straight without her help.”
You give his dick a squeeze, his face scrunching up so prettily as he bucks his hips into your tight grip, his cock pulsing in your hand. “Mama… Mama, please. I'll be good, c'mon. Been good, just tou-”
His words are cut off with a groan as you finally start pumping his length in your hand, circling your wrist and running your thumb along his slit everytime you fist the head of his cock. You let go to spit into your palm before stroking him again, leaving him panting into your breasts.
His lips latch onto one of your nipples as you continue touching him, slick sounds filling the room. He suckles greedily, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he looks up at you, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple.
Your free hand cups his head, holding him against your tit as you let him fuck your fist. Your thumb brushes back and forth on his scalp as he pulls away from your nipple, biting and sucking marks into the flesh of your tits instead as his thumb plays with one of your nipples, stroking and pinching the bud.
“You're making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over mama's hand.” You tease, digging your nail lightly into his slit as he bucks his hips, a low whine spilling from his lips. “You sound so pretty, though. Lucky I'm so good to you, huh, pretty boy?”
You can see the conflict on his face at that nickname, the twitch of his brows and the way his face heats up, his teeth biting down just a little harsher as if he's trying to protest the choice. He can act all he wants, but his dick doesn't lie - and it always kicks when you call him that.
“Mama… gonna cum, mama, please…” He grits out, fucking your fist with more urgency. He pulls his face away from your tits just so he can shift his body to gain better control of his hips, rutting into your hand desperately as he chases his release. “Tits, mama. Lemme… lemme cum on you, please. I'll clean it up, promise. Please.”
You pause to think about it for a moment, watching him writhe as he struggles not to cum, his eyes tearing up and his face all flushed as he continues to jerk his hips, unable to stop chasing the pleasure you're giving him.
“Alright, baby. C’mere then.” You murmur, shifting to lie on your back. As soon as your grip on him loosens, he's quick to straddle your waist, kneeling over your body as he hungrily fists his cock, aiming it down towards your breasts.
“Fuck, mama. Gonna… gonna cum.” He grits, his hand quickly coming down next to your head to support his weight as he slumps forward, ribbons of white coating your chest. His lips part in a silent moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants.
He takes a couple of seconds before he leans down, his tongue sliding along your soiled skin. He laps up every drop of his release happily, his eyes practically shimmering with satisfaction.
“There we go. Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.” You say softly, your hand finding his hair once more, scratching behind his ear in a way that never fails to have him melting in your grasp. He rests his head on your stomach when he's cleaned you up fully, his hand reaching out for yours. He yawns a little, letting himself lie across the couch while using you as his personal pillow.
“You sleepy?” You ask softly, gazing down at his hooded eyes. Nero nods softly, blinking slowly a few times. You smile at him, still stroking his hair with one hand as your free hand comes down to rest on his back, your thumb rubbing small circles there. “Take a nap, baby. Mama will be here when you wake up.”
He gives you another one of his looks - the one halfway between pure adoration and complete confusion. He knows you're someone that sees him. That sees Nero behind the front he puts up. Somehow, you're aware of how fucked up he is, and you're still willing to stay. He doesn't know how to take it, he can feel himself getting choked up as he meets your eyes. And he can't cry, not in front of you. So he nods again, closing his eyes to keep in the unshed tears, wrapping you up tightly in his free arm while his hand squeezes yours as hard as he can without hurting you.
“Alright, mama. Night.” He croaks out, the words he wants to say dying on his tongue. But when you rub your thumb over the nape of his neck and squeeze his hand back, he knows you felt it. He knows you love him, too. He knows that despite everything, it's enough for you. 
He's enough for you.
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Number Neighbors Pt.27
Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader
Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?
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Nat’s been more than exhausted these past few weeks as she drafts up argument after argument that she can use against the government to justify why she and her fellow Avengers shouldn't be put on a leash. She knows it’s a long shot and she doesn’t have enough witness accounts or evidence yet but she’s been hearing about the crime rate spike through the rumor mill and she hopes that soon enough she’ll have enough to come back.
She can bring her family back and finally have you. If you’ll still have her after all of this is over. She knows you’d have every right to be mad but she hopes you’ll understand enough to at least let her take you on one date.
The rain pelts outside of her window as it has been for the last three days and she sighs as she lies back on her pull-out bed. If it were under different circumstances she might’ve been able to appreciate the break from the city and the pressure. Maybe she could even come back to these woods with Clint, or Wanda, or…You.
She’s working hard to make sure her family is safe, yes, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t working this hard to also see you again. To finally know what it feels like to hold you, to run her fingers through your hair, and hear you laugh again. The thought of you has been the only thing that’s brought her comfort these past few weeks.
Her computer dings with an email and she shoots up immediately, grabbing the shiny object from the side table next to her and pulling it onto her lap. She wasn’t expecting any emails while she was out here and her mind jumped to the worst-case scenario: they’d found her location.
The email is from an unknown sender which only makes her more uneasy and she’s more frustrated than anything that she’ll have to find a new place to hide when she recognizes the encrypted link hidden in the email's coding.
It was a website Clint had created just for the two of them to communicate in case there was ever a situation similar to this. She’s afraid to admit just how comforting it was to hear from someone close to her after weeks of no contact. She quickly opens the website and reads the messages.
Clint-
Hey Natty, hope you’re having fun wherever you’ve parked that trailer of yours, Tony’s been a real pain in the butt but we’re trying to negotiate some better terms with some government officials. I know you’re probably working on a solution of your own but I’ve got to at least pretend like I contribute to this group-
She snorts at the self-jab, knowing her fellow Avenger couldn’t care less about the insults people say about him being the least skilled Avenger. She always admired that about him.
Clint-
Anyway, your phone’s been blowing up. I think Tony is getting suspicious so I took it and hid it in my room. I think you’re gonna be in deep shit with your girlfriend when you get back haha. 
I attached the voicemails you’ve been getting, I didn’t listen to them but I saw who they were from. Thought they might be important.  
Nat’s heart pounded as she stared at the attached files, there were at least 30 voicemails from you varying in different lengths and part of her was scared to open them. There was no doubt a few of them were just you yelling at her but even then she’d missed the sound of your voice so much that she’d take your irritation over anything else.
She hesitates over the first voicemail with her cursor but clicks it before she can sike herself out. There’s a little bit of silence and she wonders if you’re going to talk before she hears a small sniffle and her heart breaks. She swore to herself she’d never make you cry and now she’d failed, the sound of your quiet crying echoing throughout her trailer only amplifying her defeat.
It's another thirty seconds before your voice finally breaks through. It’s rough and raw and she can tell you’d probably been crying for a while.
“Nat? Where did you go? Why’d you leave? Listen- we don’t have to meet if you don’t want to. We can keep texting forever just don’t ghost me like this. Please.” It’s short and by how broken your last word sounded she can tell you were probably thrown into another fit of sobs after you ended the message. 
Nat doesn’t know what to do with herself, her body feels frozen and her heart won’t stop sinking further into her stomach. She’s never heard you sound so unsure of yourself before and it tears her apart that she’s the one who made you that way. It takes her a few minutes to muster up the courage to click on another one.
“What kind of person just says ‘I’m sorry?’ I deserve a better explanation than that! You couldn’t have at least lied to me about going to save baby animals in Africa where there’s no cell service? At least then when you stopped responding I could’ve felt better!” She’s not surprised that you’re mad at her, you deserve to be, but it doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at her chest when she hears how irked you are.
The next few are similar in the fact that they’re either angry or spoken through tears but they slowly begin transitioning into something else. Eventually, you stop talking about her leaving and start talking about yourself. What you did that day, what you’re making for dinner, the cat you’ve been visiting at the cat cafe. There’s still a hint of sadness in your tone but she can tell the calls are a form of therapy for you. A way for Nat to be there when she’s not really there.
She wants to be there. She wants to be the one you’re talking about your day with, wants to cook you dinner while you sit on the counter and visit the cat cafe with you. It hurts that she can’t do that and as she’s listening she feels her eyes burn with tears. She refuses to let them fall. She’s not the one who gets to cry in this scenario and yet her eyes refuse to give up their unshed tears.
There’s one last voicemail from a day ago and she clicks on it expecting it to be like the others but much to her surprise you’re talking about her again.
“I think I’m mad because I can’t even bring myself to hate you for it. I know you’ve probably got some shit going on. I understand that, trust me. But- I don't know you could’ve… maybe it’s too much of me to ask you to fill me in on the situation- or let me know when you’d be back… Is this goodbye?” 
 Your static voice rings out into the silence and Nat hates how you sound. Reserved- almost accepting. Like you’ve convinced yourself she’s never going to respond again and she hates it. She hates that she made you so insecure that you think she isn't spending every hour thinking of you and how to get back to you. 
The sound of your voice fills her with even more determination as she begins redrafting her court argument. She was going to come back to you, you just had to wait for her a little longer.
Pt.28
A/n: Aww Nat :( ~ Starry
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Curse!Reader x Mahito || 18+ MDNI
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Synopsis:
In which our favorite shape shifting psychopath discovers the wonders of sex with someone equally fucked up in the head, all under a philosophical motif of the Knowledge Argument/Mary's Room, a thought experiment posing that certain mental states can't be known unless you experience them yourself.
A/n: Bringing this over from AO3! It was brought about in my annoyance at every Mahito fic being non-con and others yet thinking the man is illiterate. Listen, he may have been born yesterday but he's read more philosophy than you and me. This has an overarching Mary's room motif, skim it over, your enjoyment will be increased threefold. Just like your cl- Wikipedia article if you can't watch.
Tw: dead dove: do not eat, body horror, sadomaso, asphyxiation/choking, blood kink, double penetration, p in v, anal, murder kink, necrophilia mention, shapeshifting. However!! praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, consensual sex, size kink, no actual murder takes place.
Word count: 6,1k words
Epigraph:
He lowered his abs over your back again and got close to your ear. Licks, pecks and bites peppered your back, popping up in places you know mouths shouldn't be. “The pleasure of your wet, gorgeous pussy, deep and clenching for me… No dead or unwilling thing has it. You'll come for me again, won't you, dearie?
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"Absolutely feral” is not enough to describe what was going on between you and Mahito. He groped every part of you, your ass, your thighs, your breasts, the fat on your hips. Arms scratched and pinched at the muscle and fat on every part of your torso with his fingers. All while his tongue licked all over your mouth and lips, swirled around yours, elongated down to your throat. His jaw took in more and more like he would gobble you up. You had your hands way up under his poncho, scratching his back to raw flesh.
This had started as a conversation. You were barely a sketch of a curse, not rivaling the strength of the other ones you knew, but shapely enough to pass as human to those who could see you. You tried your best to mind your own business and stay in hiding, fully aware the persecution of sorcerers could end you in one fell swoop. The unfinished subway station you liked to call home was where you spent most of your time. Nestled between the decaying scaffolding, the staff room was where you sat with him, the only furnished room among the many half-finished nooks of the construction site. The bare surfaces didn't bother you, and the room had remained thankfully untouched in the two or so years since construction was halted and abandoned.
You, however, neglected none of the room. Whenever you had the chance to be around humanoid curses, you made a point to invite them over. You loved to banter and befriend, but just as much as you loved to occasionally hit the jackpot for one that you could sleep with. You didn't care to investigate your origins, but you weren’t born of anything family-friendly, you knew that much.
You'd known Mahito for a while. He was introduced to you by Kenjaku, an annoying body-hijacker who'd seeked to recruit you for his revolutionary cause. You wanted none of it, especially keen on self-preservation, but the two of you had hit it off. Two curses of the psyche had plenty to commiserate about, so you often hung around each other. And you'd just now managed to have him in your nest. Of course it wasn't every time you dragged someone to your staff room that you wanted to fuck them, and you certainly wouldn't mind if it led nowhere. But he was the most human of all curses – maybe of all there were – so of course you wanted to ask him about sex. To your surprise, his opinions were less than satisfactory.
“It's not as good as murder, to be honest.” He tapped the arm of the couch he was slouched on, staring you down with conflicting feelings. It was definitely not what he was here to talk about, but it did leave him curious.
“Are you serious? You've been doing it on things that don't move, haven't you?” It was the explanation you could conoct for why he would think that.
“I can make them move, you know? I've put the parts together, it's just not all that.” He retorted.
“It's about more than the parts. It's the entirety of the person you're with.”
“I've tried full, intact humans. The first one I, uh… killed them by accident. Another one I killed beforehand and they start going cold and don't feel as nice. I kinda gave up after that, I really don't see how it's so hyped.”
“Yeah, that's not the fun way to do it. You're trying to get on the level of fragile, puny humans.” You looked to the side in pure contempt.
The disgust for human weakness nearly seeped out of you. You'd tried humans, and as good as sex was with anyone, you also boasted similar results. You had no need to kill or force, like he likely did. They flocked to you. It was easy, it was your nature. But it always ended in a body to discard. You did wonder, partly, if it was in the inherent fact of being a curse that your drive to fulfill your desire ended in human death. But killing wasn't the drive you yearned for, and you were more than happy to have something that would live to fuck another day. It was the whole reason you enjoyed other curses much more, anyway.
“Alright, I'll bite.” Mahito smiled. “What's the fun way?”
Your lips curled into a smile worth a hundred bucks. Now here you were, gripping his hair, licking his teeth and waiting eagerly for what came next.
Mahito lifted you up into his lap with what seemed like two arms wrapping around your thighs like thick belts. Two others squished and pulled on your asscheeks, torturing them, digits slipping forward to tease your clothed entrance from below. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, even though you didn't need to make much strength to be carried around. Against your belly, his hard-on pushed a tent on his leather pants. He pulled away from you with a laugh.
“This really isn't bad!”
“We haven't even started.” you leaned into his ear, scraping your lips against it before biting hard at his earlobe. “The fun part is that you can fuck me up”.
His eyes gleamed with fun and desire.
“How?” He pinned you against one of the walls. His smile was unnaturally wide, tugging at the muscles of his cheeks, pushing them up against his lower eyelids that squeezed against his fiery wide glare.
“However you want.” Your own stare burned with passion, knowing the idea of destroying you would fuel his fire to the maximum.
His dick twitched in his pants, achingly hard. A fifth arm stretched out of his stitched, toned right shoulder. His hand caressed the side of your face, combing your hair slowly back, tucking it behind your ear, before gripping your face roughly and pushing your head against the wall. He deformed it, veins and muscles bulging and pulsing in waves through your face and down your neck, while you healed up, undoing his damage and rolling your eyes back into your head. You savored his torture. His mismatched eyes burned with glee and he laughed, near maniacally, at your enjoyment.
“You-! You are too much fun!” He licked his lips and continued to cackle, like he had a front seat in the world's best joyride.
“More from the inside.” You teased. You lowered your hand to his pants and wrapped your fingers around the outline of his dick. He hissed as you stroked him, making you bite your lip at the sound.
The hand that was deforming your face stopped its transfiguring and moved to the top of your head, where it pulled your hair. He pressed your body further against the wall, giving you enough stability to bring both your hands to his pants, unzip them and allow his cock to spring free from the leather. You wrapped your hand around it and stroked him. Starting at the base, where it sprouted through the patch of brown fur that framed it, all the way to its pink round head. Your other hand caressed his abdomen, circling and clawing at the stitches in his cum gutters.
Mahito moaned and bucked his hips into your touch, squeezing your ass and thighs harder, pulling on your hair tighter. His eyes fluttered and his mouth hung open, before his sight landed on your chest, rising and falling under your tight fit shirt.
You encouraged him with a hum and the hand that was pulling your hair moved downwards, where its forearm split into halves. They promptly scrunched the cloth at the neck seam, one on each side, and ripped it apart, turning it to a cluster of circular tatters hanging from your waist and arms. His lips let out a long loud breath with the aftersound of a suppressed moan, almost like he was trying not to drool at the sight. He buried his face in your chest with nothing but nirvana in his mind.
You held the back of his head and nuzzled his hair as you kept stroking him, his pleasure-filled expression hidden between your breasts. Your breaths were heavy, and he would not stop letting out quiet grunts at your handjob. His hands roughly massaged your ass and the flesh belts around your thighs cut circulation to your feet, making them tingle. The arm that had split in two reunified, being joined by a sixth on the left side, and they both fondled your breasts. Mahito squeezed his face between the mounds and placed unrestrained bites and licks on them. When he felt himself getting close, he placed his lips against your ribs and muttered into them.
“You were right. I need the rest of it. I need to get in you.”
Mahito gripped your shoulders and slammed you against the wall once again, making you fumble the stroking rhythm you had. With the other pair of arms he gripped your asscheeks like rough dough and pulled you against him, rubbing his dick over your crotch. His nails dug in to the point of piercing cloth.
He brought his arms down from your breasts to fumble with the string of your pants. Unable to pull them or rip them away because of your legs around him, he turned around and let go of your ass, making you fall head-first into the floor. An unpleasant cracking was heard and blood splattered in a beautiful halo around your head, and you just healed the concussion shut. The only thing off the floor were your legs, still held at the sides of his hips. He stepped back and pulled your pants off with two hands at the rim and the two belts at the thighs, now sliding down to your knees and shins. When the pants were off, he tossed them to the side and recoiled the belts back into his body.
With now four arms, he crawled over you and pressed your legs apart. Mahito ripped the underwear you had like it was made of paper, throwing the pieces to the side. He held his dick in one hand, gently rubbing the head against your labia.
“God, I'm going to ruin you.” He grinned with a sing-sing tune of pure glee.
You grabbed him by the poncho and pulled him down to your level so you could talk.
“Think I'm not already rotten?” You whispered into his ear and licked your bottom lip, awaiting his response.
Instead of a witty remark, he just buried himself into you until bottoming out. He bit his lip and swallowed a big gulp, and you salivated with lascivious anticipation watching the stitches on his neck rise and fall from the movement.
“Fuck… This is good.” He muttered almost resentfully.
He threw his head back and enjoyed the feeling of your warm cunt. It was slicker than whatever he had before. Deeper. Warmer. Everything about the real thing, with the wetness and interaction of a willing participant, didn't compare to what he had done to transfigured humans, or to corpses, or to himself. Snapping back to reality, he started moving, and without much buildup he went right to pumping into you repeatedly. He was not at all mindful of still having his clothes on, of being on the cold floor, or even recalled being able to transfigure you while he was at it. All he could enjoy was the feeling.
You gripped the cloth falling over his back and started bunching it over his stitched shoulders, tucking his hair out of the way. When you got to the rim, you pulled the poncho over his head and he carelessly shoved it aside, shaking it off of the single arm that was stuck in its segmented sleeve. His hair fell forward with the movement and it now hung over you, grazing and tickling your chest. The view of his abs over you as he pounded was significantly better than a damn windowpane poncho.
Your own hands were busy as you tugged forcefully on a strand of his hair and decided to touch yourself, bringing about the familiar buildup of heat and electricity in the pit of your stomach. He noticed your hand and soon had it joined by an extra mouth, sprouting comically forward from his lower abdomen, right through his treasure trail. The mouth licked right with and over your fingers, and soon you were holding your pussy open for him, pressing down on your labia with your fingers. Their occasional twitching, your body's way to dispel some of the tension it was building.
“Do you want to feel what it's like when something comes around you? When they squeeze with you inside?” You teased, coaxing dirty talk out of him.
“I do… Come and scream my name. Fuck, I want to watch your face while you do it.”
“Then fuck me harder…” You mewled. His thrusts got stronger and he brought one of the arms sustaining his torso to grip your shoulder and push you harder against him with every pound. Your back chafed against the concrete, ripping at the skin of your scapulas. The mouth on your clit latched on and flicked its tongue around, catching the bud repeatedly.
Mahito lifted the last arm that sustained his torso from the floor, putting his weight on your thighs with the other pair. It forced them higher. It made your muscles sting. You unfolded your knees and placed your calves on his shoulders, and the position was riveting. He placed that hand on your mouth, where he pulled your lips, pinched your tongue, enjoyed the drool. Mahito straightened his back, lifting his torso away from your face. He ended up gripping your lower jaw like a handle, his knuckles under your tongue and thumb pressing into the soft spot under your chin. His nails cut the bottom of your mouth and he probably dislocated your jaw a couple of times with his thrusting, but fuck if you cared.
Your eyes rolled over as the heat built up higher and your toes curled around nothing. You thrashed your feet about in restlessness and the hands holding your thighs apart just tightened their grip, wavering with the movement of the muscles underneath them. You called out to him as promised and came around him. The pressure washed away in waves, rolling over you one by one in electric spasms. The tongue in the abdominal mouth flattened against your clit and you let it lick a trail slowly upwards. He could barely process his thoughts when the first spasm jolted your lower region.
“Ma- a- Ah!!” you fumbled your attempt to utter his name a second time.
“Ah...! Shit!” His eyes shot open and his mouth hung agape as you clenched around his dick.
He lost the regularity in his thrusting and let his sight glaze over, twitching at the feeling of your slick. The pulse brought him over the edge, and before your orgasm had fully waived he was moaning and pumping sloppily into you, spurting warm cum through your insides. His moans were even louder than yours, and his arms shook from the pleasure. Your half-lidded eyes framed by sweat met his and he had to shut them and turn his head away so he wouldn't be distracted. He moaned with the shivers that ran down his legs, his abdomen spasming and clenching. The abdominal mouth hung and drooled against your crotch, devoid of mind.
“Shit… you got so tight.” Mahito sighed, catching his breath, still coming down from his high.
“Isn't it so nice? You'll have to make me come again if you want more of that.” you giggled, partly trying to convince him to please you harder.
“Oh, I'll do so much more than make you come.” The man shook his head softly and looked down on you with a grin.
He didn't have such an issue as a refractory period. As soon as his dick went soft, he just made himself a new one and pushed that within you instead.
“Ah… More…” you cooed after his first few thrusts and it gave him a brand new idea.
Without ever pulling out, he made his cock a full double its volume. It shifted with delicious waves to the length of his foot and the thickness of a wrist. You bit your lips feeling its growth inside you, expanding your walls tighter. He pulled it out just to tease and even pushing it back took a little effort. The member stretched you open, the friction helped by all the wet and seed already inside. You felt a tinge of pride in your own pussy for taking it. He went right back to fucking. The pounding of this new dick made you feel so delightfully full, and the mild pain of his tip hitting your cervix was nothing but seasoning to your masochism. He wouldn't slide all the way in, instead he just pushed against the spongy back of your pussy until he felt too much resistance and slid back out, again and again.
The hand he once had in your mouth slithered down to your neck, where it was soon joined by the one that held your shoulder. He now had two hands on your thighs and two on your neck. He put his full weight on your trachea, and he seemed to love the feeling of wrapping his fingers around your small chunk of spine and muscle and grip it tight, with full suffocating intent. You couldn't breathe, but you didn't need to. His rhythmic slams against your cunt translated to his fingers digging harder and harder into your flesh, unrelenting as tugs on a zip tie. Pump after pump after pump, the pressure on your neck and on your cervix mixed in your head. They fought for your attention in turns with whichever felt strongest at any given second.
“Ah… I want to kill you so bad. I wanna blow you up into pieces.” Both arms pressed into your neck hard enough to scrunch it thin, folding the skin into rolls. He admired it as its color transitioned in a spotty gradient from pale to pink to red, to near grape under his fingers.
You couldn't talk, but you ran your finger under his chin and up his cheek, up to the stitches near his ear. You gripped the hair at the back of his head with both hands and held the blue-gray strands tight while he rolled repeatedly into you. He hissed in contentment at the feeling of you around him, at the sight of him around you, at the collapsing of your trachea under his hands. It made him way too aroused.
His gaze dropped slowly to your abdomen again and, with an intrusive thought, he decided to push into you until the base of his shaft. The pain stole your attention fully to your nether region. He pushed past any point of comfort into your cervix and gawked at the sight of your abdomen bulging ever so slightly to accommodate him. The sight made his dick twitch with the will to release. The feeling of pushing into your cervix past its intended size put wonderful pressure against his head. He pumped again and immediately had to stop himself because his stomach was coiling in pleasure against his will.
“Shit… I don't wanna come again already.” He let go of your neck and pulled out of you with haste, leaving with a loud sigh.
The curse panted loudly and stood up with laborious effort. He used this break to get his pants fully off. Both gasped for air, though you had much more of a reason. He wormed his legs out one after the other like boneless noodles and threw the pants in roughly the same direction where his poncho sat on the floor.
“You've made yourself such a gorgeous body.” you sat up and reached forward to grip the stitches in his thighs with admiration. You ran your digits over the raised clamps along the scar lines and resisted the urge to lean forward to kiss them. Mahito had kept human legs, even if the hairy patch around his base was still more like fur than pubes. Everything about his body was perfect to you. He snorted.
“You like it?” His smile widened. “How about this?”
With that, he split the dick mercilessly in half and reshaped both semicircles to the same girth as the first. He now had two wonderful shafts of exquisite size hanging from the soft brown fuzziness of his crotch.
“Fuck…” You whined, wordless except for the blushing in your cheeks and the glistening in your eyes. You scooted closer to him and sat up on your knees to get your mouth to the height where it could ghost over the shafts. You held them and fidgeted with their shapes, occasionally running your tongue along them, kissing their sides and cupping his balls. You looked up at him as you placed a hard lick over one of the tips and then the other in succession, tasting the precum that seeped from both. He could swear his balls ached at the sight.
“Get up and turn around for me?” Mahito grabbed both shafts and stepped back to keep you from worshiping them any longer. You bemoaned the loss, but got up and turned your back to him.
He embraced you with care and placed pecks on your neck. Mahito stretched an arm to the side and pushed the small wooden table that sat in the middle of the room against a wall. He walked forward with you until he had your legs pushing against the table’s edge and both of you faced the wall. You watched with wonder and a tinge of horror as a bramble of independent limbs split from his own and wrapped around the table.
Mahito placed a long, breathy kiss on your nape before putting his palm on your back and bending you over. You let him hold your wrists delicately and put them together above your head. He guided your forearms to lean against the wall, where he gripped them tight, making sure your hands wouldn't go anywhere. Two hands stretched from the table only to hold you by the lats, steadying you. Still carefully, the curse rubbed your shoulders and bent over you. He kissed your back and ran his other three hands down your sides, squeezing your anatomy and rubbing gentle scratches on the fats he could grip.
“You are being so wonderful, sweetheart.” Mahito placed kisses all over your back, his hair dragging ticklish paths along your sides. You looked back at him. The mood seemed to shift to something more loving than you ever expected.
“So caring all of a sudden? What's the matter, are you insecure about the b-- ahh?” He immediately shoved the top shaft inside your pussy until the base, shutting up any cocky comments coming out of you. The pain devolved your words into incoherence.
“You don't think I'm some kid, do you? I enjoy your teasing, but I'm inexperienced, not stupid. I'm being nice because I need you to relax if I want them both in.” He patted your butt and rubbed it in circles with both hands. “So you'll just enjoy it for me, yes?”
“I will… Mahito.” The line left you breathless. He was suddenly so much hotter than you'd thought. So far you thought you'd been commanding him, but it hadn't crossed your mind that he knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.
As he was standing behind you, he had a perfect view of your entrance dripping for him and he gripped your asscheeks and hummed while looking down at it. The way your back arched so nicely against him when he rolled his hips into you was almost as riveting and the feeling of the bottom dick rubbing against your clit with his back and forth. He pushed a few times, letting his cockhead rub on the hood of your clit, before he reached one hand around your thigh to your crotch. The man felt for your clitoris and then gave his palm a mouth to eat you out with. His fingers sprawled under your entrance, where he kept slowly rocking against you.
“Not that you don't have something I didn't know, but the missing piece was feeling it. I know plenty. It's… a Mary's room situation.” He kept talking, earnest and lost in thought while his hand sucked and licked your clit, mindlessly rubbing and patting your curves in admiration. The second shaft twitched and smeared precum on the back of his hand. “I guess it's just that… I can be too rough for humans to have any of the good stuff, I assumed I just couldn't get it.”
He placed one palm on your back and you felt the most sensitive spot of your clit peek out and expand, becoming bigger, more sensitive. Within your muscles, nerve endings branched and reached, making the pleasure increase threefold. If before you were casually enjoying his eating out, now you spasmed and lost breath as the feeling moved you dangerously up the drop of a roller-coaster. You whined incoherent.
“But you… You've shown me the pleasure in them.” He lowered his abs over your back again and got close to your ear. Licks, pecks and bites peppered your back, popping up in places you know mouths shouldn't be. “The pleasure of your wet, gorgeous pussy, deep and clenching for me… No dead or unwilling thing has it. You'll come for me again, won't you, dearie?”
“Mahito- I'm- Ah, I'm-!” Your breath hitched with the building electricity.
“That's just what I wanted to hear!” He chuckled with a genuineness that felt out of place.
The roller-coaster stopped for only a second at the peak of chilling anticipation before dropping you into a storm of pleasure, washing away. You moaned without thought, the sound echoing against the walls and bringing heat to your cheeks with the embarrassment of your pathetic noises. Your legs shook and threatened to give in, but he had more than two arms holding you tight. As you came off it your heartbeat thumped in your ears, in your chest, in your clit.
He praised you as you came, closing his eyes to enjoy your spasming velvet walls around his dick. You felt like heaven, tight, swollen to all hell, plush, malleable as a squishy toy. He couldn't believe he'd willingly discarded it as literary hyperbole. It could be as good as he'd imagined, and it was breaking him. The red of Mary's apple, sitting right in front of his eyes.
Before your mind was back to the present, he pulled out his cock dripping with slick and pressed the tip softly against your ass. With the hand that ate you out, he gathered as much wetness and he could on his fingers by rubbing them between your folds and brought that hand to your anus, where his fingers entered you to spread it all around.
He now had one hand holding your arms and one in the small of your back angling your ass up at him, another one that thrusted softly into your anus and a final one held his top shaft, preparing it to enter. You had just come off your orgasm when he pushed the shaft inside, slowly against the resistance of your ring. The burn reminded you, what you'd almost forgotten by now, that his dicks were still unpleasantly too big.
You whined and he reassured you with shushes and pats until he was in to the hilt. “You said I can fuck you up and you can't take this much? You're disappointing me…”
“It's not- a complaint.” You clarified. It really wasn't, the noises you produced were entirely reflexive.
Mahito hummed in agreement and held the bottom shaft that peeked between your thighs. He pumped it with his fist to spread the excessive precum that seeped from the tip. It had been dripping, neglected since you last licked it. He curved it towards your pussy and pushed in. You felt stuffed, entirely full, with no space left for yearning, no matter how much arousal had deepened your canal. Especially with both their sizes, it was entirely too much.
“This… is so crazy good. Even when I'm not doing anything else…” Mahito sighed as he slid leisurely back and forth into the holes, fully devoted to feeling. The pleasure of a slick recipient was doubled, occupying more of his mind than anything else had. He gripped the back of your head without looking and felt the sticky matted dirt of blood on your hair.
“Hm? What's this from?” He removed his hand in surprise.
“You… when you got my pants off.” You murmured.
“I like it.” He brought the hand to his mouth and licked the blood off it. “I think I know what I want to do…”
“I don't care what you do, just fuck me… please…” you whimpered, growing desperate at his stalling. You tried remove your hands from his grip, but they were well secured above your head. He ran that thumb over your knuckles in consolation.
“Hm, like this?” He pulled back and slammed into you in mockery.
“Yes! Please…!” you nodded vigorously.
“Is that so? I think I would rather…” He vexed and extended two of his arms forward, where they wrapped around your neck and forehead to pull your head back as far as it could bend. Your neck ached and your mouth opened wide in an effort to relieve his grip on your neck. “Even like that?”
“Anything… please-!” You begged, filling up his sadistic ego.
“Aye aye then…” he cheerfully agreed.
He held your hip with his only free hand and pounded you, over and over, without restraint. The arms that held you stretched unnaturally long to allow him to straighten his posture and pound with his full body. Grunts left his lips that sounded entirely too hot to be caused just by effort.
Mahito kept a steady rhythm and pulled your head back with his hands, forcing every muscle in the front of your neck to stretch taut. Your sight was confined to your forearms rubbing against the unpainted cement wall. His grip on your wrists turned your skin white, outlined by a flurry of red streaks. You spread your pinkies apart, trying to place your fingers on the wall, but barely achieved it, still restrained by his fist.
The hand on your neck twisted your anatomy, sending bulges of vein and muscle through you like shivers, pulsing your entire body with gross transfiguration. Not only that, but it sharpened, the web of this thumb thinning into a blade's edge and piercing into skin with his grip. You gasped in desperation as it started to dig into muscle and tried to heal the cut shut against his hand. He tightened his grip and shook your neck, back and forth, to dispel your effort.
“No.” His hand pierced further. “Let it run.”
Blood dripped down your torso, tickling your chest in its path and leaving sticky ruby trails in its wake. Drips ran down his arm and over your collarbones, contouring the mounds of your breasts, until they could reach your belly and fall to the ground, heavy with accumulated volume, unable to reach any further down and losing their grip on skin from the shaking of his pounds.
The cut burned like fire, stealing your attention from anything else. To get your focus back down, Mahito slammed into you hard and started sliding the shafts in alternating paces. He didn't need to thrust his hips: they pumped autonomously. The feeling was like nothing you'd ever had, either. You attempted to force words out of the hyperstimulating cacophony of sensations he was putting you through, shaking your attention away just to call his name. You bucked your hips backward into his thrusts, helping his movement in the only way you could.
He wrapped two more arms around your waist, gluing his body to yours again, and gripped the softness right below your ribs. You lost count of how many he had. He curved his fingers inward into the middle of your abdomen, sharpening his fingertips into precise blades, piercing at the skin and gripping as if he were going to pull out chunks with his bare hands. He gripped your fat and rammed his hips deliciously as blood ran piping hot down his forearms. The curse moaned and let his mouth hang agape, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, as the inherent eroticism of entering flesh turned him on so bad he thought he might come immediately. The pained cry that left your mouth went from his ears straight to his dick.
“Fuuuuck.” He leaned down and breathed hard against your back. The shaft in your ass twitched, bringing too much tension to his lower belly, relaying the message that with another second his balls would turn blue. You clenched your hole around it, milking it for release, and he couldn’t hold anything back. It pumped your ass full of seed, spewing jets of white inside you. Mahito placed his forehead against your spine and whined, his mouth ghosting over you with a small string of drool below. His fringe caught on beaded sweat and stuck to your back, but still he never stopped pumping. It was all only from the dick on top, the one that had been in you the longest. The one in your pussy still hurt for release, winding a fiery coil in his stomach.
His palms distorted you, shifting your insides so your flesh would compress and release against him. He was using you, making you a flesh toy, providing squeeze in his own terms. It peeved him for being too little effort from you, too close to what he already knew, but just the puffiness of your cunt against him was novelty enough. He didn't care now that he was in despair, pining for a second orgasm that didn't delay much further.
He came for the second time with cries that seemed almost painful and whipped his spine straight, carelessly forgetting himself and pulling on your head enough to snap it backwards. He moaned pathetically with the shakes of every muscle and attempted to rock his hips with faltering success. He let go of the grip in every hand and dropped his sweat-covered frame over you, pushing your body down into the table.
“Ah… ah… are you- alive?” He asked meekly at your limp, unmoving frame. He'd done things that would kill a human a few times, but he wondered if this had been too much.
“I told you I would be.” You replied with equally breathless lilt from underneath.
Happiness painted his perspective in pink and he recoiled all but two arms back while the main pair slithered underneath to hug you tenderly. The sticky layer of blood made his hug that much warmer in the literal sense, giving tangibility to the figurative warmth of his thanks. He pulled you tight into his embrace, and you folded your arms over your shoulders to pat his head on your nape, both waiting for their breaths to settle.
“I know it's been dragging out for long, but still… I don't want it to stop.” Mahito turned to nuzzle the side of your head. “I still wish I had more… more of the things only you can give.”
You pushed yourself off the table, forcing him to slip out of your holes and lift himself off as well. You turned to him and cuffed his chin to bring his lips down on yours, kissing him with sloppy nods, which one could almost mistake for a loving trade of affection. He wrapped his bloodied hands on your back, dragging trails that mixed with sweat to smear more than they should. Your lips separated and your eyes met his mismatched pair, half-lidded and full of wonder.
“Tell me…” you whispered into his lips with confidence he had expected to have snuffed out after all this.
“I want to experience your body more…” He licked his bottom lip, unable to divert his eyes from yours. “Let me find out how much I can dismantle you before you break”.
“If you still have the vigor, I'll give you something that you really never had from your attempts.”
You pushed him backwards, making him stumble with crooked steps and fall on his ass. His smile spread further than humanly possible when you got down and crawled over him, dressed in a stained scarf of blood that licked your entire torso in red.
You kneeled at the sides of his hips and reached down to ride him.
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Romantic Kaveh x male archon reader headcanons?? - ☎️
Thank you, ☎️ for being my first requester! I love Kaveh so much (*squeezes squeezes him like stress ball*). You said headcanons my brain said "write a whole ass fic" and voila aka I obsessed over this day and night
Btw I didn't know what we (reader) was the archon of so I just went ahead and made them Kusanali's/Nahida's bigger dendro archon brother, so warning!!! SPOILERS for the Sumeru archon quest + Kaveh's sad ass backstory (which was revealed in a past event). Reader talks quite formally in this since they're an archon (re: immortal old man)
Enjoy the read, ☎️ Anon! (Goes to fist bump you to hide the fact that I am shaking) I really really hope you like it! And man tagging is HARd. Lowercase d bc it's not fun
Also readers comment/reblog if you like it please please please (offers you thousands of platonic cheek kisses in return + one hug where I awkwardly stick my butt out so I'm not too much in your personal space like Chris pine) thank you for taking a chance on my writing it feels so good to write again but like. Newly.
For new readers, 'Y/N' means "Your Name" for you to self insert yourself into the fic for greater immersion.
Disclaimer: Although this is not a sexual piece featuring smut, this work will feature sexual themes, and it does depict unhealthy codependence and thinking (bc yk, yandere) so if you choose to read, please be 18 and older. Take care! (*Shoots you with the "are you an adult?" Beam. Unsafe for minors- If you are a minor you instantly combust 💥. Adults feel nothing but a tickle 🤗).
[Romantic Yandere] Kaveh x Male Archon Reader: I'll Look Out for You
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Being an archon is... Well, it's a mixed bag of feelings. You constantly had to supervise your nation, and even when you believed you had paid sufficient attention to one issue, another would always crop up. Yes, it's often rare for one nation to have two archon siblings at its helm, and has even led to tragedy, but that won't happen to you and Nahida.
Even when her "Greater Lord" form disappeared, you knew that she was still here with you, because you could feel her existence still within Sumeru, a tiny sap of a thing, thrumming through your veins.
However, your mood did plummet for the period she disappeared, and this was reflected in Sumeru's population as well. See, while Kusanali had personally tended to the Tree of Irminsul and the knowledge of Sumerans, you on the other hand, was directly related to their fates, or rather, their luck. It was something that required great care and attention due to its need for balance. People typically had a base amount of luck in their lives, although there were definitely some whose fate naturally inclined towards better or worse luck. Since you were in charge of maintaining the balance, whenever you were in a poor mood, people's lives in Sumeru tended to... well, go wrong, for lack of a better term, some worse than others.
But! Kusanali is back now, an adorable little being going by "Nahida," who always has questions for you about this or that, as hungry for knowledge as she had been in the past. Imagine the headache you had received when you learned that she had essentially traded her gnosis up for "the truth"! But... that's over and done with, and she's growing more powerful by the day, so now you can divvy up a few tasks for her to handle with that bad-mannered anemo wielder she supervises (you're definitely not jealous of the Hat Guy).
With that settled, it was time for you to go ahead and mend things, focusing on the individuals you had accidentally made prone to poorer luck.
You visited them all in secret, disguising your identity and fixing their life by avoiding or fixing disasters and the process was going smoothly until you find Kaveh. And holy moly. You haven't seen a mortal walking around so prone to bad fate in centuries... And often, it wouldn't be too long before they met their end. You knew that you would have to constantly supervise him to make sure he wouldn't die or end up being scammed.
You care for all of your constituents, but Kaveh is a special case. He is genuinely kind and a good guy to a fault- he is unfortunately too gullible! Many a time you find yourself laughing at the situations he would nearly get himself in, only nearly due to your intervention, of course.
You decide you should go and check on Kaveh after a busy but fun afternoon full of Aranara visits, closing your eyes and honing your archonic senses to find him. Whenever an archon grants someone their vision, there is a tiny, tiny part of the archon's divinity that is implanted within it, making it easier for an archon to track and find their Vision bearer. Location pinpointed, you quickly teleport to him, looking above his head where it showed a darkening clover 🍀, indicating that bad luck was starting to form for Kaveh, who is currently walking through the Grand Bazaar.
Suddenly, a child in front of Kaveh drops a large round Sunsettia, and Kaveh steps on it, squashing it underneath his foot.
"Whoaaa!" Kaveh's voice warbles as he attempts to balance himself, but ends up slipping on the slick juice produced by the fruit, sending him flying forward, briefcase and all.
"Oh shoot," you mutter quickly, stress coursing through your veins.
"Sorry, sorry!" Kaveh crashes into a small merchant stall, but with a quick twitch of your fingers and good luck sent his way, the damage is much more minimal than it would seem to be. Looks like you had good timing.
"Nothing was damaged, but if you really feel bad for the trouble, you can check out my wares..." The well-to-do merchant waves a hand adorned with various gold rings and bracelets over the table's offerings.
"Well! Looking won't be too much trouble!" Kaveh announced, giving a cursory glance at the table when he stops, eyeing something. You move closer, making sure you're still invisible while you look.
"Oh! Do you like this, sir? You have a good eye, indeed!" A merchant boasts, holding up a clearly fake bracelet up to a clearly interested Kaveh.
"Yes... But how much is it?" Kaveh cautiously asks, eyes locked on the bracelet.
"Oh, for you? Only 20,000 Mora!" The merchant grins, a cunning smile that flashes gold-tipped canines. This guy's definitely a skilled conman.
"What!? That's too much!" Kaveh squawks, waving his hand and moving to visit another stall, but the merchant stops him.
"Oh, I understand that the asking price may seem high, but this is one piece from a collection specially made from Clearwater Jade, freshly imported from Chenyu Vale in Liyue! Such fine material and craftsmanship would go for at least four times the asking price normally!" The merchant continues, making Kaveh stop in his tracks. Seeing that he's getting through to Kaveh, the merchant decides to deliver the finishing blow.
"Please, sir! I have three hungry children at home, and if I don't sell something today, we won't be able to eat!" The merchant wails, putting his hands on his face in such a bad performance that you can't hold back a short laugh. You know this guy doesn't have any kids, he could just quickly tell that Kaveh has a bleeding heart, and the dark clover pops up above Kaveh's head again.
"Well..." Kaveh frowns, brows furrowing in obvious sympathy, and picks up the bracelet again. His hand reaches for his Mora pouch, and that's when you decide to intervene, wiggling your finger at the merchant, and suddenly the merchant's table crashes to the ground inexplicably so, sending all of the "premium" jewelry except the one in Kaveh's hand crashing to the ground, breaking on contact.
"No!" The merchant yells in horror.
"Wait!" Kaveh gasps, "This isn't Clearwater Jade!" and poor sweet Kaveh, the fact that this is all he realizes is enough to make you laugh.
"Of course it isn't, you idiot! Go away! You bring bad luck with you!" The merchant angrily shoos Kaveh from his stall. Without further interference from you, the darkening clover 🍀 disappears from Kaveh's head and instead one appears above the merchant's. Balance!
"But wait, your bracelet-" Kaveh tries to give it back but the merchant, clucking over his ruined jewelry, pays him no mind.
"Keep it! Take it with you!" The merchant yells and Kaveh, dumbfounded, walks away, bracelet in hand as you laugh and turn away, deciding that's enough of monitoring Kaveh for the day.
//
"Hmm?" Kaveh turns around, feeling like he hears laughter. Unbeknownst to you, your disguise slips just for a second and Kaveh spots your floating back, a flash of green and his eyes go wide.
"Hey!" He shouts out in reflex, but you're gone, quickly teleporting to your abode.
"Did I just see Greater Lord Y/N?" Kaveh asks himself, before shaking his head, and taking a deep breath.
"Must've imagined it," he mutters, resolving to go home and take a long deserved nap. The stress of his new commission must be getting to him, he resolves before heading home.
//
"Whew! That was a close one!" You breathe to yourself, resolving to be sneakier next time.
And you are! You continue to help Kaveh out in random moments over the next couple of weeks, making sure to stay invisible the entire time but Kaveh's being odd.
Sometimes, after you intervene, he will look right in your direction for a few seconds, and if you weren't certain you were invisible, you'd think he's staring straight at you, before he goes about his day.
//
Lately, things have been going... surprisingly well for Kaveh. It's odd, almost, and in ways that always seem coincidental.
Just the other day a pail of water was falling off a roof above him while he was walking underneath but he was pushed out of the way by a strong force right in the nick of time. And on a different day when he intended to donate a hefty chunk of Mora to a charity for needy children, Cyno and other Mahamatras suddenly interrupted and surrounded the charity spokesperson he was speaking with. They then outed the supposed spokesperson as an experienced conman who's been grifting innocent Sumerans, saving Kaveh from wasting his money.
He's been really lucky lately, and although he hasn't hallucinated seeing Greater Lord Y/N again ever since that day where he almost bought cheap knockoff jewelry from that shady merchant, he has noticed something. Sometimes, on the days when Kaveh avoids disaster, he notices that the air around him seems a little... blurrier, even?
And Kaveh definitely doesn't think that one of the two archons running Sumeru is spending their time following him around but... He recently visited the House of Daena, (on a whim, of course!) and found a biographic scroll labeled Divine Encounters, in which an ancient explorer recounted her encounters with the Sumeran archons. The explorer had claimed that moments before the archons had revealed themselves to her, the air around her had appeared blurry!
But. It all feels very much like whimsical thinking, so Kaveh tries to think of a more reasonable explanation. When he fails to find one, he decides to go the most rational (and annoying) person he knows, Alhaitham.
"I'm telling you, something is going on, Haitham," Kaveh insists to his roommate who was lounging on a daybed and reading a book. "And I keep feeling some sort of presence, it's like- no, it can't be. What do you think of what I told you so far?"
"Hmm," is all his counterpart thoughtfully offers, turning a page of his book.
"What!? Is 'hmm' all you have to say when I come to you with a crisis?" Kaveh huffs, and Alhaitham sighs loudly and places his book down.
"It seems like you've already reached a conclusion that you're hesitant to accept as the possible explanation, by which you're doing yourself a disservice," Alhaitham dryly responds, and Kaveh frowns.
"But the reason I think things have been going well for me- it just wouldn't make sense!" Kaveh explains in an exasperated manner.
"Well. When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth, Kaveh," Alhaitham drawls, and with that said, picks up his book and turns so that he is facing the other way, clearly done with the conversation. Always straight to the point but also such a drama king! Kaveh shakes his head in exasperation, but he's already considering Alhaitham's words.
Strictly speaking, it's not entirely impossible that Kaveh is being followed by an archon...
"But why would Greater Lord Y/N decide to focus on me?" Kaveh wonders aloud, putting his hands on his hips. He has to go back to the House of Daena; he has some studying to do. First- he has to find out where the Shrine for Greater Lord Y/N is located again, and second he needs to discover what the older archon likes. He's ashamed to admit it, but the last time he's offered an offering to either of the archons was in his early adolescence.
It isn't until Kaveh's already left that Alhaitham sits up straight in his chair, wide eyed, having actually processed what he just heard Kaveh say.
"Wait, what!? Greater Lord Y/N? Kaveh! What do you mean?" He uncharacteristically yells out, but Kaveh's already hurrying out the door.
//
"Oh!" A rush goes throughout your body when you're in the middle of purifying a Withering Spot that had oddly made a reappearance, and your body glows with a vibrant green light. You feel like someone's just plugged you in, overflowing with energy, and that can only mean one thing. Someone's just made an offering to you!
It's not a rare occurrence, but it's certainly not a common one! You and Nahida both have shrines, but yours is a bit farther to reach from the city, closer to the Desert Region where many people avoid travelling through due to the blistering heat. You had previously made an agreement with the Hydro Archon in which she agreed to bestow her vision upon Sumeran individuals based in the desert so their lives would be a bit easier.
Excited and fully intending to go and extend a blessing on the faithful constituent, you rush to your shrine and to your pleasant surprise, you see Kaveh of all people there, kneeling near freshly lit incense. Around him is a bouquets of Padisarahs, and a ring of Henna Berries and what looked to be a small figurine of yourself, fashioned from a beautiful material. A rush goes throughout you at the gesture, and you float closer to him, cloaked in invisibility, because it appears you've caught him in the middle of speaking.
"And uh, I'm sorry for taking so long to come and make an offering, Greater Lord Y/N, but I hope you enjoy what I've brought along with me," Kaveh awkwardly prays, and you can't help but feel endeared by him.
"I do," you say aloud, making yourself visible to him and Kaveh shrieks, falling backwards onto his butt.
"AAHH! Y-you," Kaveh stutters, pointing at you, and you smile warmly at him.
"I'm sorry, Kaveh, I didn't mean to scare you," you apologize, floating down until you're standing next to him, offering him a hand.
Kaveh gapes at your hand for a moment before he gently takes it and uses it to right himself. You pretend not to notice how he grips the hand that touches you tightly with his other hand, or the fact that his hands are shaking. People do tend to be a bit reverent when in the presence of an archon, which is fine.
"Greater Lord Y/N knows my name..." Kaveh says aloud in wonder, a slight flush on his cheeks and you cock your head at him.
"Of course. I know everyone borne of Sumeru," you reply matter-of-factly, and Kaveh wilts a bit. You hate the sight of that so you quickly add, "But you are a special case. Not only have you made beautiful works such as the Palace of Alcazarzaray, but you also truly live up to your moniker of 'Light of Kshahrewar'. Within you is a kind soul that appears to... radiate, no matter where you go," you tell him truthfully.
"Oh," Kaveh replies in a breathy voice, flush growing more intense, and then hides his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. You decide to elaborate. Maybe hearing this will be good for him.
"You try hard in everything you do, and you have not let the darkness of your misfortunes dim you. You're quite the individual, and I'm proud someone like you bears the vision my sister and I represent."
Kaveh remains silent this time, but this time he's taking in deep, shuddering breaths. You feel slight worry, because you did not intend to make him cry.
"Kaveh?" You ask, nearing him, unsure of what's the matter.
"Th- thank you for saying that," Kaveh replies, voice sounding a bit throaty, "I just. I just need a moment," so you nod and gently put a hand on his shoulder, patting it once before leaving it there. A little bit of comfort can go a long way. You think you feel him shiver under your hand, but you're uncertain seeing as how his shoulders were shaking previously.
"Of course. Take your time, I just wanted to come and see who was leaving me an offering," you softly reply, "It's been a while since I received gifts so thoughtful." You bend over and pick up the small statue he made of you, a smile forming naturally on your face.
"I'm glad you like it," Kaveh says bashfully, "I wanted to add something of my own to your offerings. Forgive its rough appearance, I only had wood at my disposal."
"Nonsense; it's perfect, and I will be taking it with me. Well done, Kaveh," you praise, and goosebumps rise on his arms, but you don't notice that.
"Thank you," he says shyly, before blurting out, "for the compliment! But also for everything else you've done for me, and I guess the rest of Sumeru..." He finishes awkwardly, and you laugh.
"It is my duty and pleasure," you say, locking eyes with him, "and now, I shall extend a small blessing of luck upon you in exchange for your sign of devotion today." No darkening clover 🍀 exists above his head, but you intend to reward him in the small way you can.
Warmth rushes over Kaveh, just for a second, and his eyes naturally slip close before he snaps them back open. You are already beginning to levitate, intention to leave clearly made.
"Before you go, forgive my impudence at the implications of this, but have you been..." Kaveh trails off, the last few words of his sentence sounding garbled.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" You ask, and Kaveh's face blanks in panic.
"Forgive me for being presumptuous!" Kaveh quickly falls to his knees and raises his hands, bowing his head, and you can't help but laugh, not unkindly.
"No, that's not it, I genuinely couldn't make out what you were saying," you explain, and Kaveh raises his head, mouth forming an "o".
"Well, I had asked if you..." Kaveh takes a deep breath, standing up but avoiding eye contact, "had been following me the past couple of weeks."
"Ah," you chuckle. So he did spot you! "Yes, I have!" You confirm, full of mirth, and Kaveh looks up at you, shocked. Feeling like this was a good place to end the conversation, you levitated up into the air.
"Safe travels, Kaveh! I'll be watching!" With a twitch of your finger, you order an extra bit of good luck his way, in addition to the blessing, just to be safe. And with that, you teleport away, feeling quite good about the encounter.
//
Kaveh returns home, feeling like a large burden has been lifted off of his shoulders.
So who does Kaveh really have in the end? Sure, his achievements have endured that people flock to him, but it's always on a level that feels very superficial. His relationships never last long, he and his friends never have time to meet, and the person he sees the most seems to care for him and resent him near simultaneously and it's. It's too much to bear.
Ever since the death of his father which he felt partially responsible for, Kaveh has tried his hardest to be someone worthwhile, do something amazing. It's part of why he decided to become an architect, because he wanted to create something people would enjoy and also something he would be remembered for. It's a redemption, of sorts.
His father had died partaking in an event he only participated in in order to impress Kaveh. Then his mother, who couldn't deal with her grief or the depressing situation, moved out of their house to start a new life, leaving him behind, alone. His family name is no longer tinged with tragedy, instead overshadowed by Kaveh's achievements but in the end... Kaveh's mother never returned to Sumeru. She barely even responds to his letters.
Bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to good people, right?
So Kaveh tries to be good.
He smiles, he doesn't hold grudges. He lives and lets live. He gives people chance after chance. He donates to charities and saves animals that are distressed and he gives away his lunch to the hungry and he'll listen to other people's stories. He always gives his commissioners 110% of his effort when crafting for them, even if he disagrees with their vision. He waves to people who refer to him as the "Light" and always gives time and advice to his juniors who look at him with stars in their eyes. He bears it with a smile when he finds out he's been tricked once again or learns that the funding for one of his proposed projects has once again fallen through.
And it pays off! Yes, he lost his house and swims in debt higher than his neck, but now he lives with a roommate? friend? person who obviously cares for him, even if they critique him and every situation he gets himself into. And no, he does not think of the possibility that underneath all of the threats of being kicked out, Alhaitham may one day choose to leave him behind as well. (Kaveh would never admit it but he would be devastated).
He barely manages to keep on going, especially when times are rough, but today? Today proves it is all worth it.
To be recognized, and by an archon like you, it's- euphoric. Elation runs through his veins, makes him giddy in the most senseless of ways. His heart beats fast in his chest, and even his body on a whole, feels ten times lighter than it had before.
The Sumeru Archons rarely make their presence known to anyone- in the past, they had only materialized in front of their most devout worshippers, or those who had made great achievements- heroes, explorers, warriors, like the Traveler! And now Kaveh, of all people, joins that group, met by-
You! Greater Lord Y/N! You, who had touched him, comforted him, praised him- who had seen through the barrier he puts up and had spoken words that had comforted his troubled soul- you are worthy of all the reverence Kaveh can give!
He's- he's shaking, overwhelmed by your magnitude. To have it confirmed that you really were stepping in and interfering with his life to make things easier for him- it, it feels so good. To know that he's under your protection. To know that he doesn't have to worry as much. To know that you care. And Kaveh knows he has people that care about him in his life, but it doesn't feel anything like this, nowhere close to having the attention of a God upon him.
Kaveh passes by Alhaitham in a daze, who gives him a once over and then takes off his headphones.
"Are you sick? You don't look well," Alhaitham says in a blunt manner, and normally Kaveh would feel some sort of way about Alhaitham's choice of wording, but no, not today.
"I just need to be alone right now," Kaveh answers, and Alhaitham stares at him in the Alhaitham way before nodding and putting his headphones back on.
Kaveh walks to his room, and immediately upon re-entering his room, he sees the book he had rented from the House of Daena all about you open on his bed. The page he had left it on had a picture that did not capture you and your features well, but is enough to make his heart race once more.
He instantly recounts details of your encounter with him, turning them over in his head, letting emotions flow over him.
Kaveh shivers again, and desperately tries to regain his composure. There's a burning heat in his chest, and he oddly feels as if he's about to cry at any moment or jump for joy. His stomach is doing its own thing with somersaults, and his hands won't stop trembling. He stumbles on shaky legs to sit on his bed, and decides to try and express what he's feeling, hoping you can feel how genuine he is.
"Greater Lord Y/N, thank you. Thank you," He stumbles through his words, "I- no, this humble servant thanks you for your kindness shown. I won't forget; I won't."
With that said, he gets up and goes to his desk, beginning to work on another figurine of you, similar to the one he had made as an offering, this one will be just for him... for reasons that don't have to be disclosed. He wants to have a version of you he can see and feel and touch, all to himself. When he's done crafting it, he looks around guiltily and hopes you're not watching when he gently kisses the figurine's head. Just by holding it, he feels a sense of excitement, and an idea starts to take hold.
He needs to get started.
//
Sometimes, when Kaveh is taking a break from his new project, he remembers meeting you in that shrine, the kind and patient way with which you had spoken to him, the smile you had given him and it just, does things to him. Things he'll never say aloud and things he'll never act on because at the end of the day he is a mere mortal and you are an Archon, but if you weren't?
He'd worship you everyday in the most intimate of ways. Never a day would go by without Kaveh showing you how much you mean to him. He would give you anything you wanted, even if it meant his ruin, but he knew you were too kind to ever lead him down that path. (But he definitely wanted you to ruin him. Or do whatever you wanted to him, really).
But that's not what's important now! He has to finish this project that would let you know how deeply he cares for you and increase Sumeru's awareness!
//
Over the next two weeks, every time you check Kaveh's location with the intention of helping him out, you find that he's at home, where fate typically does not have a chance to become worse. But on the third week, you finally see that he's out, near the Palace of Alcazarzaray, and you decide you'll pop in on him and have a look at his fate.
Suddenly, you feel a rush run through you this time, but it's much stronger than when a person gives offerings, it's- you squeeze your eyes shut, acknowledgement and gratitude from people, multiple people, and Celestia above, it feels good! You haven't felt this way in a while especially since there has been a festival in your honor for quite a while, so to feel it again and so randomly picks up your mood.
It doesn't appear to be coming from your shrine so you go and let the feeling guide you to wherever the source is, and when you do, you find that you're in the very center of Palace of Alcazarzaray, the large splendid fountain has had its multilayer spout replaced by a large, beautiful statue of you with a plaque that read, "In honor of Greater Lord Y/N, who watches over us".
To the side of it stands Kaveh, obviously the inventor, with a proud smile and bags under his eyes, and although a crowd of people stands there clapping, he seems to be expectant of someone or something, searching the crowd with his eyes.
While you don't like public appearance, you are indeed very pleased with his work and intend to reward him for it in a very public way. Ensuring that you are disguised, you point a finger at the statue, and vines and flora of all different kinds begin to crawl all over the statue in a sheer layer where Kaveh's work could still be seen underneath.
"What? What is happening?" A confused man asks.
"I've never seen transparent flowers!" A woman gasps.
"Amazing! Did you design this function?" A person asks Kaveh, who seems at a loss for words.
Deciding to make your presence a little more clear, lotuses (which signify luck) and padisarahs lift themselves from the ground and come up in the air, intertwining themselves, until they form a beautiful, elaborate flower crown that floats through the air and places itself on Kaveh's head, who still looks shocked. The crowd erupts into noise.
"Oh my Archons!" A person cries out before they outright faint.
"Look! The Lotuses! It must be Greater Lord Y/N! He must be pleased with Kaveh's work!"
"An archon is here!" The crowd drops to their knees, even more acknowledgement and wonder and gratitude is sent your way and you laugh and clap your hands, sprinkling good fate here and there onto them.
For all who are present, clovers drift down from the sky and people reach out to grab them. But for Kaveh, you point at his right wrist and there, a clover and lotus sigil is branded. For he is your favorite, and you genuinely do care for him.
"Thank you," you float over and speak into his ear and Kaveh squeaks, hand going up to his ear and you laugh at his endearing reaction.
"Of course, it was no trouble for me. It's worth it if it's for you," Kaveh says sweetly, and you don't have time to process how you feel about such a statement before someone shouts, "Let's honor Greater Lord Y/N tonight!"
Word quickly spreads and there's a large nation-wide celebration that night in your honor, and it is one of the best nights you had in centuries. Nahida even takes part in the festivities, although many do not know her real identity, while you choose to stay hidden.
You sneak food off plates while people don't look and take sips from people's glasses. The wine is sweet and pungent and it's strong and it's so, so good. You follow Kaveh around as he jovially interacts with people, and every now and then Kaveh will look up to where you're disguised and smile, and you smile back even though you know he can't see it.
Kaveh steps away from the hustle and bustle onto a quiet, deserted street.
"Uh, Greater Lord Y/N? Would you mind coming out for a bit?" Kaveh asks nervously, and you look around, before doing as he asks.
"Yes, Kaveh?" You ask, from behind him, and Kaveh jumps, accidentally bumping into you.
"Oh! Sweet archons, I didn't expect that to work or for you to be so close-" Kaveh rambles, but all you can focus on is that from this close, he smells like the sweet, spiced wine that's been mulled from henna berries. The same type that you and him have been drinking all night.
"I didn't mean to startle you. You asked for me to appear. May I know why?" You ask calmly, and Kaveh slowly blinks at you, before looking down bashfully.
"I want- I want," Kaveh wrings his hands, and you place one of your own on top of his.
"Tell me," you order gently, and Kaveh looks at you and nods. In the space of a second, there's a sort of charged energy between the two of you, and it feels good, hypnotic even.
"Can I kiss you?" Kaveh asks demurely, leaning into your space and he's looking at you so hopefully and wantonly that you automatically say, "You shall," before you even remember what a 'kiss' is.
Kaveh pushes himself closer, and you leave yourself open and patient, feeling his lips and nose brush against yours and the sensation of it is so small and compact, yet enough to make tiny sparks go over your body. And maybe things are going too fast and yes you've only spoken to him once but you know Kaveh.
Plus- it's been so, so long since you've felt this way.
There's a thousand reasons you shouldn't but you lean closer, and press your lips against his once more, hand going to his jaw as you decide to go for a "real" kiss this time, and Kaveh kisses you back just as deeply. It's wet and passionate and slick and a thousand emotions you've forgotten since your the beginning of your archonhood. It's good and you want more.
You don't notice Kaveh's hands digging tightly into your clothes and if you had Nahida's ability, you would've known that all Kaveh was thinking was, "Finally yours."
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"Aaaand look, Haitham, he even branded me! That means I'm spesha- special!" Kaveh slurs as Alhaitham tiredly helps him into his room on socked feet.
"Yes, very good, Kaveh," Alhaitham dryly replies, taking off Kaveh's flower crown and placing it onto the table and Kaveh frowns.
"Don't be like that! This is a good thing for me, this means everything to me! We're together, you know," Kaveh fires back and Alhaitham rolls his eyes.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say. The bucket's near you bed in case you need it. Night," Alhaitham quickly dumps him on the bed and leaves the room, and Kaveh cuddles into his bedsheets.
The next morning, Kaveh's eyes snap open.
"Did I really- did we? No, that must've been a dream!" Kaveh can't wrap his mind around last night, it seems that he dreamed that you and him kissed! What a wild thing to think!
He goes to brush a hand through his hair and get it out of his face when his hand comes into contact with something soft, and velvety.
He pulls his hand back and in it, is a flower, different from the wreath on his bed, and on it is written, "See you soon, love. Safe travels, I'll be watching <3- Y/N."
Kaveh opens his mouth and screams.
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The End
Note: if you read this far, thanks, (because this turned out way longer than it was supposed to be) But ofc. I love Kaveh! If this was more sexual let's just say Kaveh would've left more than figurines at Y/N's shrine iykyk that's all!!
A few extra headcanons:
Kaveh definitely gets himself into troubling situations so you can come and save him from his fate. It reassures him that you really do care for him.
Every day you make a different flower bloom in Kaveh's hair. he has no problem showing it off to people. He needs everyone to know that he's your favorite, not them.
He still leaves offerings at your shrine on a regular basis, but he'd rather offer his body up instead...
Late into your relationship he'll try to convince you to: a) either try out mortality b) make him live forever- if these don't work, he'll *hypothetically* get to work with Mehrak on a device that could trap/hold an archon so be carefulllll, reader
He goes to sleep holding the figurines he's made of you
Reader is not weirded out by Kaveh. Considers him "really devoted" because archons must've had crazy fans before so
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circeyoru · 1 day
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have you listened to the song "Partner in Crime" by Madilyn Mei? If not, I strongly recommend it because it makes me think of Unwanted Souls!Alastor. Specifically early days of when the reader tries to push him away
This is for {Unwanted Soul} , check MASTERLIST for the work
The one I listened to is Partners in Crime by Set it Off. But I gave this a listen and omg the lyrics are quite in sync with the story!!
Let me go on a song tangant. Stay if you wanna read.
**Heavy spoiler if you haven't caught up with this series!!!!!
You're right; this matches well in the beginning when Reader/you are trying to push Alastor away so you can go back to your little world of self-indulgence. But what happened afterwards is Alastor staying and showing you care and devotion you never had.
Now, if you keep up with everything I posted about {Unwanted Soul}, you'll know that I never planned for this oneshot to end up as a series with this much background and connections for you. So, in Part 1, it was entirely matched with the request and that long to avoid a continuation. But then you saw the results, hahahahaha~
Anyways. Part 1 never mentioned anything of a dilemma of you pushing Alastor away yet wanting him near you, the later parts did. If you piece back everything, you'll see what I mean with this song.
When you're gone I feel alone again The voices cannot hold my hand They keep me company at very best Distract me from my loneliness
Here, this is a reference to when you had that breakdown when Alastor was more than late for that grocery shopping. You hoped it work, but when it did, you just feel so lonely. Everywhere you see in the apartment, especially the living room since that's where Alastor always was. So you retreated into your room, where he barely had permission to enter. With low self-esteem and self-harming thoughts, you conjured a knife and just stabbed yourself to distract yourself from the mental pain.
Maybe I'm just an anomaly Even my demons have their families Truly something must be wrong with me To need you as much as I do
Naturally, this is a reference to your living years. You felt alienated in your life and among the people that surrounds you. Yes, you're stable and successful to the point that you don't have to worry about getting hungry or not having a house to return to. But you felt so empty with what you're doing. You wanted companionship that you can lean on. Then Alastor comes along and you tell yourself it's too good to be true and pushed him away to protect yourself from a heartache.
I was never meant to win I was never meant to win I was never meant to win Shut up!
Sidetracking, this is referring to you quitting your job as an informant for Lucifer. It's some time after you mastered the two powers you had but never used. You think it's too powerful and you're not worthy of it, so you hide it away. Then it went to thinking you're not fit to work for Lucifer, the King of Hell. Worse when you come to see him as a friend instead of your employer and superior being. It was easy to put a stop to it since Lucifer wasn't as persistent with keeping you by his side than Alastor. (haha this explained why I never put Lucifer as a love interest or show competition between him and Alastor)
Here's the reigns Take ahold of me Please don't let me go You do the talking Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed
This is where you basically accepted that Alastor was a yandere for you and let it progress. You know how it is with this type of character. You were just too damaged and desperate for something you longed for that you didn't care anymore. It was a good thing that Alastor saw how damaged you are by that self-harm you inflicted on yourself, better now than later when you were more firm with your feelings for him.
There's a dog barking right around the block And a big ol' whistle blow Run for it I'll keep em occupied for you Cause I love you, I love you so Left me hangin at the station But you'll be back for me soon
I'll switch the narrative here. This matches more for Alastor. This talks about the time when you sent him to the hotel to work (and leave you alone). A little interest that shouldn't be explored for or for you to personally be involved with. So Alastor does his best to keep the hotel matters at the hotel, never needing you to leave your home to investigate anything. Alastor knows you moved him out because you were caring too much and you're trying to stop it. He doesn't care, he wants you. But he'll be patient and give you time, he knows you'll be back for him. And boy was the wait worth it when he saw you fight for him.
Something tells me you aren't coming Guess that I'm truly doomed
When Alastor was nearly brought down by Adam and realized that his power wasn't enough (since it was limited by you). That moment, he was fully prepared to just teleport back to your apartment and stay there.
I'm 'bout to die Yet the only thing I find I'm worried about is you I'm 'bout to die Yet the thing on my mind seems to nearly be nothing but you
This is when, moments before your slumber, you told Alastor that you missed him and removed the rule that blocks his connection with you. You know you're not dying, maybe, but there was that slim chance. You also know that wouldn't be what Alastor thinks, and in a way, you reassure him.
I'm just a pawn in your game Not your partner in crime
You used to think that Alastor was using you for something. In fact, you looked for evidence to prove your theory. But the battles he started for you, the demons he killed for you, and the words that made up deovtion and promise to you, it all pointed against that. Isn't it all so weird?
You're slowly killing me And yet I don't mind (You were never meant to win) You're slowly killing me But please take your time
This is where you accepted that you're not gonna be able to push away Alastor anymore. So you take a back seat and let it happen. You were never meant to win against Alastor's love for you, you were never meant to push him out of your life. What Alastor's killing is the doubts and reason you have to push him away, it takes time to heal and for Alsator to find out about your past. So... You want him to take his time.
"Hey, Alastor." You smiled as you waved your hand at him to beckon him over.
"Yes, My Love?" Alastor skipped over, throwing away a demon's limb behind him comically which earned him a burst of carefree laughter from you.
In a swoft move, you pulled him to your level and gave him a butterfly kiss on the lips then stared into his eyes, "I love you, so dearly. Never leave me."
Alastor felt himself melting from your words and the plead he saw as his order to keep you forever. What ever were you thinking to suddenly say this? He won't question since you ended up demanding his attention and presence. So he smiled and nodded, "Of course. I'll never dream of leaving you. I love you too much for that to ever happen, My Beloved."
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randomshit657 · 3 days
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Community HeadCannons because I can
Abed
- This is canon but is Autistic
- When overwhelmed or having trouble speaking he’ll use the word “cool” for every answer. Like to mean yes, no, okay, etc. (once again borderline canon.)
- Has dyscalculia
- Had ARFID
- Bisexual and Agender
- Hate watches Supernatural and Greys Anatomy
- Hyper-empathic when it comes to inanimate objects
- Let’s Annie paint his nails
Jeff
- Has narcissistic personality disorder specifically covert narcissism
- Bisexaul
- Has ADHD
- Practices “Winger Speech’s” in the bathroom mirror
- Knows sign language
- Would most definitely listen to Dad Rock
- Views both Abed and Annie as younger siblings (just pretend all the Jeff/Annie stuff never happened. It always seemed weird to me)
- Makes sure he watches every movie Abed references (although he’ll deny that until the day he dies)
- Goes to Pride with Abed, Annie, and Troy (although they have to practically drag him the first time, but now he goes all in)
Troy
- Has ADHD literally no doubt in my mind
- Transmasc
- Gay and on the Asexual Spectrum
- Still believes in The Easter Bunny, The Tooth fairy, etc
- Loves stuffed animals but only has one very raggedy one from his childhood
- Religious Trauma
- Would try to do research on Autism, and Muslim to try and understand Abed better but would keep getting distracted and get so frustrated he started crying. Annie would end up reading the stuff to him and helping him understand it.
- Loves the color purple
- Has always wanted a dog and is constantly bringing home strays
- Not really about him but when Troy gets Top Surgery Abed would drive him home and take care of him while he healed
- Listens to cheesy pop music
Annie
- I was going to say Audhd but what if she was misdiagnosed with ADHD as a kid but actually had Autism so that’s where the whole adderal addiction came from.
- Lesbian but with a lot of internalized homophobia
- Has always wanted a pet snake
- Has taken multiple self defense classes
- Is really into true crime
- Celebrates every year of sobriety one way or another (as she gets more comfortable with the group she invites them and they celebrate together)
- Loves heavy metal music and classical music
- Is surprisingly good at art
- Is the one who introduced Abed to Greys Anatomy
- Writes fanfic
Britta
- Transfem
- Exclusively listens to indie music
- Is secretly a Broadway nerd
- I honestly don’t have that much for her
Shirley
- Starts of as homophobic but as she gets to know everyone she starts to question whether her religion is entirely right about that point.
- She becomes a huge ally. Would wear a free mom hugs shirt to pride.
- Is the mom of the study group
- Her purse is pretty much magically whatever you need she has it in there (that includes stim toys, and noise canceling head phones for Abed and the other neurodivergents)
That’s it :))
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joepelling · 2 days
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“WHY ARE YOUR TAGS LIKE THAT?” OR: RED GUY DUCK AND YELLOW GUY ARE THE EGO SUPEREGO AND ID TO THE ENLIGHTENED MIND, A MASTERPOST
BASICALLY: the ego, superego, and id are freudian concepts of how the mind works in psychoanalytic theory. i match up the three protagonists of don’t hug me i’m scared with these concepts. here’s my insane person, long-winded explanation as to why.
THE EGO: rational, realistic, practical. the true self, the mediator between the other two. very concerned with self-preservation.
THE SUPEREGO: idealistic, critical, perfectionist. the judge, jury, and executioner.
THE ID: impulsive, childish, emotional. pure desire. associated with sexuality and romance.
the characters have been described by joe pelling as “the middleman” “cynical and fussy” and “optimistic and idiotic” respectively
RED GUY: is CONSTANTLY the mediator between yellow and duck. the only one seen in the “real world,” and the ego is the self presented to the outside world. the “worm in his brain” has to do with outward appearance.
DUCK: famously hostile and judgmental, constantly associated with the military (authority figures), even becomes a dictator in the scrapped pilot. his aggression is often targeted towards yellow, who he deems too emotional and sensitive and deserving of it the most. the “worm in his brain” has to do with morality.
YELLOW GUY: while he is often read as asexual and aromantic (which i agree with!), he has multiple “love interests,” even if none of them are played straight. his brain friends are all very emotional and have nothing resembling a voice of reason, and no way of handling warren (who can be interpreted as an intrusive thought) without enabling him. the “worm in his brain” has to do with relationships.
MISC DYNAMIC THOUGHTS: when yellow claims “grolton is the dog,” red corrects him gently and politely and duck swiftly shuts him down and tells him to shut up (there’s a lot of instances of red gently correcting yellow and duck doing it harshly, but to my memory this is the only time they do it with the exact same thing). during the friendship fight, red implies he’s told duck to stop being so harsh on yellow. duck has to intervene to remove warren (again, here a symbol of intrusive thoughts) as yellow is physically incapable of doing so on his own.
CLOSING THOUGHTS: do i think this theory is the key to understanding what dhmis is about? not at all! i personally believe that dhmis is just made for fun and with no deeper meaning than “becky and joe made something fun to make each other laugh.” do i as a psychology enthusiast think it’s an interesting way to interpret the text? yeah. my theory is flawed, for sure- yellow is concerned with keeping harmony and is usually nonviolent despite the id’s association with aggression, duck is the least likely to go along with the teachers (authority figures, when the superego gets its moral system directly from them), red often doesn’t care about the other two, among other things, but that doesn’t mean it’s not fun for me to think about!
if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! feel free to ask any questions and i would be very happy to answer them, as i’m very passionate about this theory and love to discuss it. love you!
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monacotrophywife · 22 hours
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because in discussion with @blorbocedes i remembered this wip existed and it will never make it out of the gdocs in its entirety but i am hormonal as fuck and liked this - have a deeply sappy, self indulgent brocedes wedding. (the fic is actually about them getting divorced lmao) *
Even Toto is crying, Nico thinks with a hysterical kind of laugh threatening to escape his throat. He remembers the first lunch with Toto, when this all started again: he’d stared at them as though he was trying to remember whether he left the front door unlocked, as though they were speaking a slightly different language. He got the sense Toto had wanted to give them the talk, or a talk - don’t be shit on steroids - but he hadn’t. Years later, when they told him they were getting married, he’d said nothing for a second, then pulled them both into a neck-shattering hug at the same time, and said, accent thick with emotion: “Good. That’s good.” 
And now he’s there, eyes shiny, next to Susie, who’s gazing at them with the kind of love and pride Nico wishes he could let seep into his bones. He’s proud of them, too. He turns to Lewis, and he’s -
Lewis doesn’t cry often. He calls it a stiff upper lip. Nico called it repression, then, but now he just reminds Lewis it would be okay, if he did. He’s standing there now, though, custom Kenneth Nicholson suit, a piece of white racesuit sewn into the sleeve, and a pair of pearl studs in his ears, and there are tears tracking down his cheeks like tiny rivers of silver in the afternoon light. He’s smiling.
Nico chokes up, again, for the fifteenth time today, and Lewis’s eyes crinkle, a little. “C’mon, Nico. Keep it together.” he says, in a fake-whisper, and George barks a wet laugh from somewhere a couple of rows back. Nico shakes his head, not trusting himself to speak, but he’s smiling too. They’re all smiling, this band of people they’ve trusted to be here with them under the setting Mykonos sun.
The ceremony is short. Keke does a reading that Nico has to stare hard at the floor for, and Lewis clutches his hand so tightly it begins to hurt. They spend the evening in a small open-ended courtyard which looks out over the Aegean Sea, slowdance to Nina Simone’s To Love Somebody. Nico buries his face in Lewis’s neck and cries, again. It feels like the end of something as much as it does the start, aching and hopeful at once, and he feels his chest heaving with it as they sway, their little congregation watching on with hands clasped to their chests. Lewis presses a kiss to his ear.
So quietly only Nico can hear, he whispers, voice just above a rumble in the way he knows makes Nico stupid even now: “How drunk are you?” 
Nico grins, sniffing. Lewis has always known how to pull him out of his head.
“Not too drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.” 
Lewis pushes Nico’s head back so he can see his face, holds him at arm’s length, casts his eyes down at Nico’s shirt, unbuttoned now and creased, and licks his lips, intentional. “Oh, I’m asking.”
Then he leans forward and presses his forehead to Nico’s, and they sway until gradually, others join them on the cobbles. 
They don’t live up to their promises, though. When they make it back to the suite, the sky is already losing its inky blue, a thin sliver of pink creeping over the sea. Nico watches Lewis remove his jewellery, everything except one careful platinum band, as though he’s moving through treacle, his face hurting from smiling.
“Come here, please.” 
Lewis smiles back at him, easy, places his shirt on the chair first, then the trousers. “Wait a sec.”
“I don’t want to wait.” Nico says, pouting, and Lewis mock-gasps. “Demanding. I’ve married someone bossy. I’ve basically married Toto.”
Nico yelps. “Lewis!” He just gets a cackle in response, followed by Lewis draping himself, compact and warm, along the side of Nico’s body. 
They kiss, slow and lazy, for a few minutes, but it doesn’t go anywhere: Nico’s hands stay on Lewis’s face, fingertips tracing his shoulder. Lewis’s mouth stays on Nico’s, soft. 
“I know - it’s stupid, it’s our wedding night, but I'm -” Lewis says, hesitantly. Nico laughs into Lewis’s neck. “No, I know. Me too.”
“Tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you.” Lewis says fervently, leaning to bite gently into Nico’s lip like a promise. Nico kisses Lewis’s nose back. “Mmm. Do you want to pick a year?”
“Now?” 
“Just to fall asleep to. We don’t need to see the end. I think we’ve seen them all now anyway.” 
A long-held tradition: they’d started it in their teens, picking the races carefully from the available stacks of VHS tapes Nico found in Keke’s office. Then later, with every race available online, they’d taken it in turns to pick a year, the other picking the circuit. It was part competition - who remembered the podium, who remembered the strategy, who remembered the winner - and part dissection, making their own pronouncements about pitstop timings and tyre choices, analysing overtakes. More often than not they’d disagree - that was part of it, too, Nico suddenly becoming McLaren’s most ardent supporter, just because Lewis had disagreed with a two-stop, Lewis renouncing all previous allegiances to defend Red Bull’s team orders if Nico took the opposite stance.
“2003,” Lewis says, voice easy. Nico snorts, racking his brains. “A connoisseur’s choice. I’ll say Hungary.”
Lewis snorts back knowingly. They know them all now. Nico scrolls through, finding the race, and lets Lewis pull him back tightly into his body, hook his chin over Nico’s shoulder to watch.
“Did you pick this because Michael doesn’t win?” Lewis says, sleepy, into his ear. Nico huffs.
“I can’t believe you’d think that of me.”
“Okay, did you pick it because Fernando does?”
Nico laughs now, exhausted and delirious. “Yes. Just to annoy you.”
Lewis nods into his neck. “I love you too. This is the one where Villeneuve has -”
“Hydraulic failure, I know.”
“I know you know.”
They're asleep before the first round of fuel stops.
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wonik1ss · 2 days
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౨ৎ mrs. star girl ! — park minju
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pairing — non idol!minju x reader song rec : magnetic - illit & favorite girl - vcha & I hate u - moon tang ( 1.0k ish idk ) ! none ᯤ ^ ㅇ ^ happy reading ! ⸝⸝・ᘏᘏ
prompt : one day while star gazing at your fathers lab you see a shooting star.. getting closer.. and closer.. and suddenly you have an alien friend park minju
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[day 1018, observation 52]
“click it seems that as the eclipse gets closer star 382 cough other wise known as.. minju is getting brighter”
“anytime I try to zoom in to get a closer look my lenses just break.. 337 to be exact.. from my observations I assume in about five.. days? the star will..” another voice and be heard
“go boom!”
“yes y/n it will combu-“
“oh shit.. the brownies are done I’ll be back dad”. your father nodded and watched as you scurries up the stairs from the basement. you hurriedly grabbed the glove and opened the oven. you blew at the stove and coughed a bit. as you pulled the tray you were pleasantly surprised.
as you placed the tray on the counter something caught your eye. you opened the sliding door to your backyard and smiled. minju.. a few years ago your dad’s observations became actually interesting. with star 382 or minju to make it easier appeared. as the days went on she got brighter. your dad found it silly you gave the Star a gender and name but, let it happened since it meant you actually cared about his discovery’s.
ever since the big fight of 2008 you and your dad hadn’t been in good terms. after the big fight between your mom and dad at four you joined your moms side casting away your dad to the dark shadows of his basement. you and your mom moved away and you hadn’t had contact with your dad in nineteen years. but suddenly your mom cared for you to have a connection with your dad.
this just resulted in you like you are doing right now star gazing while your dad wasted the summer in his basement ‘observing things’. staring at the stars now you wish you could one yourself. maybe then your dad would actually pay attention to you.
you blinked twice.. a shooting star. as you payed down flat on your back your crossed your legs ever so slightly and intertwined your hands together to wish. ‘please get me out of this shit shack.. or atleast give me something interesting to do..’ as you finally opened your eyes they widened.
the star was shooting down.. straight at you ! your mouth ajar, you stunned you just shut our eyes and hoped for the best.
“oof!”
poke poke
you slowly opened your eyes and tries to jump up. to no avail.. you rubbed your eyes. you straightened up and the girl was still on your lap. she examined your face and then poked it again.
poke
poke poke
po-
“would you stop that ! “. the girl blinked twice and stared at your lips.
“w.. what.. what stop?”
“poking me ! “. as you pointed to your self the girl giggled. pinching your cheek.
“language you speak is very funny ! “
“what.. who..”. the girl bit her lip and smiled. she looked back from you and the sky and then took a deep breath.
“im an alien ! my name is.. is minju ! you gave it to me ! I think it’s really pretty !”. as the girl stopped her first sentence she smiled realizing you understood her. she got better as she rambled on. from what you could get she was a.. star girl? her planet went.. boom.. and she was sent out as a star.. she was sleeping for two years before a signal your father sent woke her up and now she finally came down.
“ok.. but why are you.. not like..”
“I wanted to blend in..”. minju smiled. she was wearing a dark denim skirt, a long sleeves white shirt and two twin pigtails.
“looks like you forgot shoes”. you pointed to the girls feet and she sighed.
“I had like five minutes.. then seconds to plan this”. five days.. was five minutes..
“what was that?”
“oh nothing we should..”
“y/n ! “. you and minju’s eyes dashed to your distraught father. now your sitting on your couch with minju cuddled up beside you. your dad sat on the floor scratching his head. your eyes turned to minju. she was would be suffocating your right arm if it could breath.
“let’s.. let’s just get you two to bed..”. your dad ushered you and minju to your room, but as you approached your room you stopped.
“please get some sleep dad..”. your dad nodded, but sighed and smiled as your saw your worried expression.
“yes yes.. just go to bed dear”. you nodded and got your bed ready. click
“I don’t like that human”. you chuckled.
“you and me both..”. as you got settled in your bed you felt a dip in your bed. looking on the floor to the make shift bed you made you sighed and smiled at minju.
“so how.. do you sleep?”. you laughed and then quickly ran through the basics of being a human. minju just nodded along and followed your lead as you both went to sleep.
[day 1019, observation 53]
yawn you rubbed your eyes, maybe it was just a dre-
“good morning love !”. not a dream then.
“love?”
“that’s what she calls her friend in this book of yours!”. you hurriedly got up and grabbed the romance book.
“that’s not..”
“what’s wrong love? I quite like it.. since I don’t know your name is pretty good for a fill in”
“it’s y/n”. minju nodded.
“loves it much better”. you cracked a smile and grabbed both of the girls hands.
“my dad should be up”. you saw minju’s chest rise faster.
“he’s not bad I promise.. you don’t even have to talk to him just sit down and he will.. just help you ok”. minju nodded and then gave you a kiss on the cheek and then left your room. and hour later you left your room ready for the day.
“your still wearing the same thing?”
“oh I took a shower! it only took three milliseconds!”. minju patted the seat next to her and then one finger each side of her temples.
a bowl flew from your cupboard, a spoon from a draw and a ceral box opened. the girl poured some milk and the ceral and smiled as the spoon dropped in the bowl. you jumped. your father jumped from behind the counter smiling.
“she’s our own little matilda!”
“you were right love, father is very nice!”
your has quirked his head and your shakes yours. he nodded and placed some money in the middle of you two.
“I’m going to be busy updating my notes.. you two go out and.. have fun.. but also test minju y/n! “. before your could opens your mouth your dad had ran to his basement.
“arcade”
“what?”
“arcade!”. minju pointed to the space arcade on the ceral box and now you were somehow in one waiting in line.
“you know we could have just stay-“
“two badges please!”. the tired teen age boy handed the badges to you and minju, and minju dragged you to a claw machine.
“is that what you think I look like?”. minju clipped the badge to you skirt pocket and to her’s, and then pointed to the alien girl toy in the machine.
“ya..”
“well we don’t call look like that.. anyways win me it please!”. in the span of two hours you spent all of the coins your dad gave you and your legs felt like jelly.
“you hungry?”
“no I actually make my-“
“well I am”. you grabbed minju’s hand and walked over to the arcades small restaurant. as you were seated minju ran to sit in the booth. you ordered to slices of pizza and a drink and minju looked around star struck.
“father was right this world is very weird”
“I know right”. minju’s eyes darted to yours.
“but your very pretty”. your eyes darted to the table.
“you sure your pretty isn’t different from o-“
“no you very much look like the beauty standard”. minju put her face in your field of view. the food had arrived.
“so what next?”
[day 1020, observation 53]
“ahh ! that.. snort tickles !”. you giggled as bubbles of glitter left minju’s mouth.
[day 1025, observation 58]
“I am not sick !”
“minju your green ! just eat the medicine father made !”
“NO !”
[day 1032, observation 65]
“how is it glowing like that father?”
“well there is a thing called a projecter and it-“
“dad just watch the movie !”
“but it was getting interesting !”
[day 1068, observation 80]
“I like this style thought !”
“you look like a marchine”
“I do not !”
[day 1072, observation 99]
as the days.. turned into weeks.. into months you and minju got closer. physically because she had discovered was ‘cuddling’ was and she loved it, and emotionally through seasons of sad shows and popcorn. minju was reading one of your books and learned what prom was and needed to have one. so here you were applying lipstick for what felt like the 50th time.
“don’t like it if this time”
“but it taste like cherry’s love..”. as minju pouted you messily tried to fix your hair.
“let me help!”. minju jolted up and helped you. as you went to turn around when she was done you were pushed to look forward.
“what-“. you felt a cold sensation on your neck.
“it’s pretty right..”. as you turned around your eyes darted to minju’s neck. a big silver heart with big silver sphere’s supporting it we’re on the girl’s neck. with out a second to waste minju moved you to your mirror.
“it’s pretty right..?”
“defiantly”. as you stated at the necklace you felt a kiss on your cheek.
“pretty girls get pretty gifts”. minju winked at you as nudged her back. you eventually told minju her use of the word love and cheek kisses weren’t normal but she didn’t care. she actually just got bolder with them. from kisses on the cheek to the neck.. from incorrect usage of love to the tilting of your chin upwards to ‘what’s wrong love?”.
you had gotten really close to the star girl..
“girls it’s ready!”. you felt your hand pulled out your room to the backyard.
“wow mr. d this looks so cool !”. during a sad episode of on of your beloved series, minju went to the basement and the next day started calling your dad ‘mr.d’.
there were star shaped lights all over, balloons, glitter and a phone blasting some jaz song.
“now I’ll leave you two teens to your prom!”. your dad winked but you didn’t catch it.
“would you give me this dance..?”. you giggled as minju bowed lending her hand to you.
“ofcourse”. you giggled as you both swayed to the music. minju’s eyes darted from your’s to the floor.
“so this is why you wouldn’t let me into the basement..”. minju nodded and pulled you closer.
“love..”
“yes?”
“why do you think I started calling mr. d, mr. d instead of father?”. you shrugged.
“I never wanted to be your sister after he explained what me calling him that meant”. you but your lip. you didn’t like where this was going.
“why do you think I cling to you?”. you shrugged.
“I’m the only human you know.. other than my dad?”
“No..”. minju stopped dancing.
“why do I sleep in the same bed as you..? get so scared when you get hurt..? hate when you leave me alone..?”
“I-“
“I like you.. like a lot.. not cause your the only other human I know.. but because I actually like you.. I have read a lot of books since I’ve landed.. so I know I’m sure”. your hands dropped from minju’s neck and so did her’s from your waist.
“I.. I… like you too.. I just didn’t want to say it and then the next day you would be beamed home”. minju laughed.
“I would never leave you”. you felt her hands snake around your waist. yours went to her neck.
“love”. with that your heard fireworks. the stars for brighter and you both got closer. as minju kissed you, you shouldn’t help but smile. your little star girl was all yours.
[day 1073, observation 100]
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iris0-0 · 2 days
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I promise I’m here.
Mom!Tess Servopoulos x sh!daughter reader
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Synopsis: Tess, your mother has always given you tough love. Trying to raise you to be respectful and grateful. Though when hard times fall upon you, you cannot seem to tell your mother as you feel she will see you as weak and pathetic.
Warnings: Tess being soft, reader is referred to in more female pronouns, blood, mentions of depression, mentions and descriptions of self harm, I do not encourage this behavior and am here for anyone <3 this is definitely not personal
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Familiar sounding music invaded the current deep sleep you were in. Eyes fluttering open, before quickly closing them due to the early morning light invading through the blinds.
The door opens and you feel a harsh pat on your back, “Cmon kid, gotta catch the bus.” Tess says, making sure you’re awake before leaving the room.
Getting up you looked at the old digital clock on the nightstand that read 6:40 a.m. Fuck. If you didn’t pick up the pace there would be another tardy slip with your name on it, and with that a scold from your mother.
Grabbing whatever pants were on the desk chair and a shirt you grab the same black zip-up jacket you took everyday…to hide the scars. Thankfully your mother Tess wasn’t very noisy as long as you didn’t give any “teenage attitude” was what she liked to call it. So she never really picked up on your habits
Self-harm wasn’t something you were proud of. It started 3 years ago when you were 13. Middle school was an absolute bitch, not to mention the other struggles that have happened in the meantime. You tried to get clean….but it never lasted long, it was a tough battle.
Slipping on the jacket and grabbing your book bag you go down the stairs to grab a banana or some shit to say you ate breakfast. Tess was brewing a cup of coffee before she herself was off to work. She eyed you up and down a bit before smirking to herself. Annoyed you give her a look that basically said ‘what?’.
“When’s the last time you washed that jacket?” She asked. “You were it practically everyday.” Walking towards you she tried to get closer to at least make sure it smelled clean, as teenagers could be lazy or dirty sometimes.
Not wanting her to move the jacket in case of any risk of exposing what was below you responded in a bantering manner to try and keep up your cool act. “Mom! Stop it! I washed it this week.” You smile dodging her grasp and walking to the door to catch the bus.
“If you say so.” She shrugs. “Go learn and shit.”
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School. Highschool sophomore to be specific. Grades weren’t that much of a problem, you were told you were ‘a smart kid’. Having average level classes and a work ethic (sometimes) helped. It wasn’t the work, it was the people.
Once again for English there was a project. Why do English teachers have a project nobody likes every week? Everyone got up and looked around to choose partners…nobody chose you. Shocker. ‘Okay, who cares? I’ll do it myself as usual.’ You thought.
But of course it wasn’t okay. Depression shuffled your mind again replaying old scenarios and listing reasons why none of the other kids wanted to work with you.
Putting headphones on and shuffling random shit, mainly tv girl you got to work and try to forget but to no avail. Taking a break in the middle to go to the bathroom.
Always keeping a blade handy you sit in the bathroom stall. ‘Why am I doing this again? Don’t really know don’t really care.’ You think.
Taking the jacket off halfway the view of the old and fresh marks come into place. It was never enough. Addicted was the word, but it’s perfectly fine isn’t it?
‘Doing what I do best.’ Sliding the blade like it was a damn hobby. Did it sting? Maybe a little but the relief was too strong, it overpowered any pain. That was, until you zoned out. Going deeper, was it intentional? Who knows.
Hitting a vein blood trickled down, quicker than the cuts before that would stop bleeding soon. There was too much. And of course depression comes with anxiety. How come you were fine mutilating yourself but the moment you got dizzy all hell broke loose. I need to get out.
Quickly thinking of an excuse out of habit you called the only person you had, your mom. Were you dying of blood loss? Hell no. But you were on the verge of passing out and eating shit on the schools bathroom floor.
The phone rang a few times.
“Please..please..please.” You mutter.
T: “Hello? Im in a meeting did you butt dial me again?” Your mom Tess says, a bit confused.
“I need you to pick me up, please.”
T: “Kid, I’m in the middle of a meeting.” She sighs, though she hears the panic in your voice. “If it means that much to ya I’ll getchu right after, in maybe half an hour?”
“Okay.” You respond swallowing your tears.
T: “You cryin kid?” She asks suddenly concerned.
“No.” You deny, and you can hear her sigh from the other end.
T: “I’ll get you in a bit.” She said sternly.
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About a half an hour passed. The bleeding was under control but you were weak as hell. Loosing blood was no joke, dizzy and nauseating to say the least. ‘I think I just lost more blood than a period.’ You thought.
A text from your mom saying she’s here and you signed out at the front office, slightly swaying in your steps as you walk the short walk from the front of the school to the car.
Tess was sitting, hand on the steering wheel. The glint from the sun shining just over the scar under her eye. You couldn’t read her face. Was she pissed about picking you up two hours into the school day and about you interrupting her meeting. Regardless you opened the car door.
“Thank you.” Was the only thing spoken and Tess nodded to the action keeping her eyes forward as she drove the two of you home.
Walking in the house Tess put up her keys. You tried to sneak upstairs. “Nope. Come back.” Tess said sternly before pointing to the couch. “Sit.”
Annoyed but not trying to test your mother, you sat your ass back down. “Tell me why I picked you up.” She asked and you just shrugged looking at the floor.
“That’s not an answer and you know it. I love you and I’m trying not to be upset with you but kid, I need to know. You called me in the middle of a meeting you knew I was in crying.” Tess said, a bit stern.
“It doesn’t even matter.” You say a bit annoyed at the persistence and not having an answer to the question that you wanted to tell her.
“Look at me.” She says, as you look straight at the ground. “I just didn’t feel good.” You say looking her in the eye, it was hard. She had the type of eyes that made you spill everything.
Staring felt like forever her eyes narrowing, until your left eye twitched. “You’re lying.” She says crossing her arms over her chest. “No I’m not.” Your eye twitches again, betraying you.
“Yes you are! Your eye is twitching like Nemo’s fucking special fin.” Tess responded. “How the hell would you even know if I was lying? You’re always gone!”
“Language! I’m gone providing for you!” The two of you yelled back and forth for ages. Slowly but surely you were growing enraged. Having bipolar disorder and anger issues Tess knew you needed to calm down before you passed out.
“Okay come on you need to calm down.” She says strictly but assuringly. Even though she was upset with the argument as well she didn’t want it to get worse with you passing out for continuing to dig your nails into your arms.
She took ahold of your shoulders and began to guide you to your room. And shortly after being alone you’d calm down and she’d come back and the two of you would talk it out.
But…that did not happen this time. As she tried to move you, you resisted. “Hey stop. Calm down.” She said trying to grab your arms as you tried to get out her reach. With the fresh cuts and the excessive deep one a whine of pain was let out.
Tess paused momentarily and debated on backing off, but she didn’t. You had been acting different and were on the verge of a panic attack.
With harsh short breaths through go your nose you knew there was nothing else you could do to hide anymore, you were too weak. “What’s hurtin’ hm?” Tess states touching your hands, shoulders, and head gently.
But when she glides over your arms you bit your lip. Razor burn was hitting hard. “Okay let’s get this off..” she mumbles slowly taking the jacket off after she sat you down on the couch.
“Oh honey…” was all Tess could say, staring at the cuts, scars, deep, and shallow. She tries to comfort you but too shaked up and overstimulated. “Okay okay.” Tess backs off, leaving for a short moment to grab the random first aid crap in the bathroom.
She comes back and cleans very carefully, trying not to upset or overstimulate you. As well as to not hurt you. “Breath baby.” She holds your face softly trying to calm you down.
After awhile the cleaning and wrapping is done. It was safe to say Tess could understand why. You had bad bipolar disorder and meltdowns. “Why didn’t you tell me hm?” She asks sitting next to you.
“Cause I didn’t want to worry you and give you more trouble cause it started when dad left and-“ You couldn’t finish beginning to sob.
She pulls you into her tightly and holds you. Quietly shh’ing you, cradling you like a baby. “I’m here I’m not going anywhere. I’m not him.”
Tess holds onto you as you fall asleep. And she’ll always be there for you.
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THIS TOOK FOREVER OVER A WEEK I GOT STUCK. Anyways happy birthday to me <3 Love you stay safe.
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coffeewithcocoa · 3 days
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Hi💕
Can I request male reader x Alastor were they are enemies by day and lovers by night? If you can thank you💕
:0 THIS ONE! THIS ONE RIGHT HERE IS BEAUTIFUL!
Playing Pretend
Alastor x Male Reader
Warnings: Fluff//Romantic Relationship//Female DNI
Sorry if it’s not perfect or too short😅
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You and Alastor hated each other. No, Correction. You guys pretended to hate each other. It’s not for the reason you think but it’s just because he wants to keep his, ‘big, bad, scary, overlord’ self. He’s actually a big fat softy when and behind closed doors.
He’s been like this since you’ve joined the hotel, as bad as that may seem when it’s clearly not. Like said before, behind closed doors this man’s a big fat softy. Giving you, hugs, kisses, cuddles and much more. The only time you guys fought was in the morning. Why?
It’s so that he wouldn’t show weakness to the blind sinners eyes. Alastor thinks they’re clueless and don’t deserve to see an overlords soft side. Plus he still has Vox to worry about. Showing a soft side around him would cause everyone In pentagram city to see him as a damn joke. So when you guys got into an established relationship he made you swear to only show him love at night, in private, when everyone’s asleep.
It worked for you perfectly though since you weren’t the one for touching anyone who doesn’t have a good bond with you. That’s kind of why Alastor fell for you in the first place. The moment he laid a finger on you when you were knew you almost blew his head off, almost.
You’ve changed, sure, but you still would do that if you didn’t crave or want touch in that moment. A subtle noise made you snap from your thoughts. The jazz noises that filled the room now being mixed in with your boyfriend’s return from working that night.
Charlie has been making him up and down with more and more ideas for the hotel, hoping that it would get more patrons. “Good evening, Cher.” He showed his true voice towards you. It was tired and craving a break.
“Evening.” You replied. Knowing he wants a break but he wouldn’t get one till he allows himself for one. You went back to what you were doing before he arrived in your room, reading. Silence came between you as the room was still filled with the jazz you’d left on. Your voice breaking the short silence, “Charlie I’m assuming?”
“As much as I care for the doll she’s just a little too talkative Cher.” Alastor answered with a small hum. His lovely grin, that covers his face everyday, faded as he moved further into the room. Your head turned, placing the book down to stand up. “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” You asked going over to the radio that played the genre that your lover enjoyed when he was alive.
“Hm. Just your presence is fine.” The smile he had finally gained confidence again. Going back to its original bright self that everyone is familiar with. Alastor’s hand was focused on his dress coat. He may need it for when he was working or when it was morning but wearing such a thing around you felt weird. Yes he likes being neat and tiddy but he just wants a break.
Your foot steps being further away from him when he started and you being right in front of him when he finished made his gaze turn to you. A small smile placed into your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I hate waking up.” Alastor knew the answer to that and he on the same boat as you. “I know Cher. We do it because it’s to protect an innocent, handsome, sinner such as yourself.”
He has a way with words. And you hated it. Thats the only thing you really hated value him though. Everything else was something someone wanted really bad but he happened to fill up the categories perfectly! “I understand but why in front of all the others?” It was pretty obvious as to why the others didn’t know about the relationship going on between you too, but wouldn’t they be the first to know?
“Ha! They would be the last ones to know about such a thing Cher.” The speed that he can change moods scares you quite a bit. Even with it being as simple as him being tired to him enjoying the presence he brought to the room.
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Sorry that it’s quite short. I’ve been tired and busy and nothing exactly came into mind once I got to this point, hope you like it though!<333
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violetfudge · 2 days
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Batman & Robin (again)
I have at long last caught up on the past couple issues of Batman & Robin. First things first, I would like to prematurely nominate the following image for panel of the year:
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Looking good.
I was going to give these a proper run through commentary but the plagues of Tired and massive piles of studying to be done have all but killed my motivation. Nonetheless, I can, as always, be counted on to spew nonsense.
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And then it’s just this loser
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Not to flaunt my libido loss on main but I really think I would be turned off my pancakes by this. That’s just too much man in one place.
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Is that a pocket chain or the rest of his headphones? Fashion icon. Although I will say wearing the sunglasses everywhere is starting to smack of social anxiety. Heaven help my boy.
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SHOW THIS IMAGE TO ANYONE WHO HASN’T READ THE ISSUE AND ASK THEM WHICH ROBIN THIS IS, WHAT WILL THEY SAY. HUH. WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO SAY NIKOLA ČIŽMEŠIJA ANSWER QUICKLY.
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Stalker <3
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This kid is such a lame bully. He can’t string together a cutting sentence to save his life. His slights are like the misguided jabs of a worn wooden butter knife, insulting more in their self-satisfied ineptitude than in their blow. I crave an antagonist of interest. I crave some tension in this story. Instead we get a one dimensional contrived-backstory villainess, and this petty uninspired Regina George wannabe. (This is my hater fandom isn’t it. This is where haters go to die.)
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”Why are you talking to me?”??? Has nobody been talking to him? I mean okay his demeanor is far from inviting but seriously has nobody even tried?
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Droopy Batman spotted in the wild
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Heard from who. Tell me who. I will beat them with sticks.
Skipping ahead to #6
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And if you know me you know why this panel excites me, because if Joshua remembers Damian's history with Zsasz, it would follow that he also remembers my other son:
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Ginger Baby Hulk appearance? Ginger Baby Hulk appearance soon? Ginger Baby Hulk appearance when?
Big fight blah blah this kid Zach thinks stabby murder uncle is his dad, I score another panel that I hate:
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Seriously that is just so out of pocket for him at this point in time, what are you trying to say here? Bc then it just passes without getting addressed or leading into any other beat. Okay then.
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Zach needs a hug, and probably psychiatric assistance, etc. etc. And after Zsasz has been arrested and Zach has been taken into care, Damian concludes Stone/Harsh/Shush is the one who was training him.
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Keep in mind he is doing this in front of his whole class. He's not even trying to act like a normal student and honestly, why should he? Go wild little man.
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Regina takes another cheap shot at Damian, and once again instead of defending his son or calling out this racist little snot, the bystander decides that the problem here is that Damian needs to calm down. And just, what. Ignore it, I guess?? Because apparently Lie Down and Take It is this school's bullying policy. I mean, is the answer beating Regina's face in? However tempting it may seem, no, it is not. But he wasn't going to, and either way that's not the point. The point is that every single adult who witnesses this is just shrugging their shoulders and leaving it on the kid who's being harassed to "be mature" and "take the high ground". I've seen this happen in real life and I just aaaaah. I hate it.
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Someone buy him some decor what is this bedroom. His old one was so much nicer, what did Bruce do with his stuff?
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And someone buy Bruce some shirts that aren't fitted black turtlenecks. He's serving but also giving the impression that he doesn't do laundry.
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I-
BRUCE YOU BETTER KNOW HOW DAMN LUCKY YOU ARE. THAT YOUR BOY IS TRUSTING YOU WITH HIS ART. GIVEN THE HISTORY. flashback time
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Damian is so much stronger than me fr because if someone did that to my vent journal (when I didn't even give them permission to look at it) I would never trust them with any of my art ever again, I don't care if it's been four years or forty, you're done. So just remember, Bruce, he might have forgiven you for that, but I never will.
On a different note:
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Do I have to say how much I hate this. Do I even have to say who this looks like.
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I couldn't be more proud. He is cringe but he is free.
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FINE. He's doing a great job here. I can't tell if Damian feels ooc or if I'm just really tired but regardless Bruce reacted super well to this. One singular begrudging gold star for Mr. Wayne.
Cue whiplash! A brief fight with the Man-Bat cult, and who would show up to help but our favorite Russian Princess of Death.
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She's back, and I really forgot how hard it is to take them seriously, look at them, they're like, twelve. Whatever. I'm just dashing through I'm not even explaining the actual plot am I. Oh well. The great thing about being your own target audience is that you never have to explain yourself. Peace.
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