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sugurizz · 8 months
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(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI !)
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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x f! reader - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: world champion Team Black's Joo Jaekyung is the hottest sensation in the MMA universe. His name is not only feared and respected on the streets, but desired in the sheets. Little did physiotherapist Y/n know, she was about to learn it the hard way.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 / 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content ahead! explicit content, dubcon, graphic content, dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, degradation, nicknames (Doc, slut, whore, etc...)
𝐰.𝐜: 1,1k.
𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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And who's this now? What is she doing here?'
'Please welcome y/n. She'd be our substitute physical therapist for now. hope you guys would get along.' Responded team coach Park Namwook as he gently gave your shoulder a pat.
'You keep bringing these goons around! And none of them seems to get the job done right!' He harshly dismissed your presence, looking at the coach, then scoffed as he walked back into the sparring room.
'You'll have to deal with him after the sparring matches. He's quite the hardass at times, but I know I can rely on you.'
The coach gave you a rather awkward smile, brushing off the rude welcoming you suddenly received.
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You stepped into the therapy room and hanged your backpack, just as he came in, skin gleaming with sweat and pitch black strands messy. His eyes accidentally met yours as he layed down on the chair.
'I'm taking the shirt off. It's drenched in sweat.'
Your heart sunk. You turned around to see his large torso on full display. He clearly did it for an understandable reason, but your brain went blank and your fingertips froze for a split second, until a deep voice shook you out of it..
'Last week's treatment sucked. The last substitute coach brought here was so incompetent. My muscles remained tense anyway. And the cramps in my left shoulder got even worse.'
'I understand, sir. I'll work on a different treatment routine. I'm sorry for your last week's inconvenience.'
You somehow fancied remaining professional at that moment. Despite his clear attitude, you knew your job as physiotherapist was to provide the team members with effective remedies in the first place.
He shrugs and looks away, closing his eyes in annoyance as he muttered,
'And better make it quick. I don't have all night ahead.'
You nodded as you approached his frame. Took a deep breath as your palms landed on his skin. It was a mix of heat and cold, a marble-like texture that you didn't expect a UFC fighter -notably the best of the best- to have.
the session went rather smoothly, no words were spoken. but at least you could tell the silence was a rather relieving sign.
'S-Sir...c-could you point to me the spot where your shoulder feels most painful, please?'
He placed his hand on the back of his shoulder, eyes still closed. And you complied as you started massaging it. His features flinched for a while, and your heart skipped a beat as you slowly neared the end of the session.
'I'll have to say that your shoulder might need a few more sessions, sir. It seems that the tendons on your upper left arm are the reason you're struggling with pain in your shoulder.'
'I'm not spending any extra time on nonsense! You figure out how to heal it. And you'll do it during the normal sessions.'
He glanced at you sternly as he stood up and straightened himself. Not acknowleging you a second further...
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The next day's session was just about to start, an unspoken tension grew inside your chest. The uncertainty of what could happen every time your hands stroked against his rock hard abs, toned arms, and god-like v lined pelvis had your face heating up.
He walked in as usual. you greeted him with a pale smile and performed your service as good as you could...
...'Hey, do you work extra hours? I'll pay you.'
He opened a half-lidded eye, voice deeper than you recognized.
you turned around, puzzled ..
'I...can do that. It would buy me some extra time to focus on your upper arm's tendons.'
'Good. I'm only open for extra sessions in my apartment, though.'
'B-but sir! I'm not sure if I can commute to your place at such a late hour...' You jolted immediately, almost panicking at the sudden request.
'I can tell you're not good with directions. Meet me at the entrance in 15 minutes. I'm driving there anyway.'
He muttered nonchalently as he got up and left the room, leaving you standing up there, mind foggy and racing trying to process what just happened...
...the ride home was silent. The flashing lights of the city were the only way you could ignore the heavy weight upon your heart. You got off as you arrived and made your way behind him to the apartment.
'There. You can place your stuff anywhere. And follow me quick.'
He laid down on a king-sized bed, eyeing you up and down as you set foot into the room.
'I'll make it short and quick.
I fuck before matches. For a reasonable price. Choice is yours.'
You somehow managed to stay cool and collected, but the silence that followed crushed your soul. He was still waiting for your response. Not that you were aware of his fiery eyes almost piercing a burning hole through your chest.
'W-why?...sir..' a broken protest left your throat. But he seemed so unfazed by it all.
'If it's a no you can leave now. No more words needed.'
He looked away, turning around to face the huge bay window, shining through the city lights. you felt unjustifiably intoxicated. was it his huge frame? the unforgettable scent of his room? or just the nasty desire that you kept suppressing since your eyes met his dark ones? You didn't know for sure. But the way he felt like he could crush you evertime he randomly stood next to you had you picturing all kinds of the filthiest things he could do to you...
...
'W-what would it be.... if I...agreed, s-sir?...'
'Oh. playing sly are we?'
He walked up to you with a mishievious grin on his face, then leaned down enough for his lips to meet your ears.
'If you agree, you get fucked to my heart's content. No playing around. No lovey-dovey shit.'
The brutal tone was supposed to distaste you, but for whatever messed up reason made you feel the throb straight down your womb, and between your legs.
'So?'
You snapped out. His warm breath was still ghosting over your neck, just enough to tease your senses, without ever touching you.
You looked into his eyes like a frightened deer, tho your fear merged with the heat in your belly.
'N-No one...can hear about this! sir'
'Not that anyone else can see me balls deep in you, can they?'
He raised an eyebrow, shit-eating grin still over his lips as his monster-like frame invaded your space. Your brain shut down, heart hammering as you looked back into his eyes...
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑?...
𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.
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wrtinginblood · 10 months
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧ jinx’s dacryphilia. shimmer or not, she is mean when in control.
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she had always found you so pretty when you cried, the way your eyes would get all glossy and big as you sniffled… she wanted to do that. she wanted to make you cry for her, but she didn’t want to hurt your feelings, aww. she’d find a way
and that’s just what she did!! you barely stood a chance against her, already so needy n worked up from all her teasing beforehand that it barely took her an hour to have you a crying mess under her. “you’re such a lightweight, toots.” you sniffle and whimper, feeling her smile against the skin of your inner thigh at the sounds she’d been waiting all day to hear from you.
she took a second to really take you in from where she laid between your shaky thighs, your cheeks soaked, your breathing ragged as you tried to calm your cries and your eyes all sad and desperate— just for her, of course. her nails dig into your flesh and you wince, more stray tears falling down your face as you whined “so pretty when you cry.”
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hybridirl · 3 months
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that’s it.
18+ only, please!
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jinx x reader
a/n: hello one and all !!! i’m star. so i wanna make jinx fsnfic becuuuuzzzzz she’s soooo fine and just YEA
brief summary: you’re eating jinx out. simple.
tw / face riding; sort of, but not too, degrading; second person
intentional lowercase. not proofread, probably won’t ever be proofread.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
“that’s it,” jinx groaned, her hands entangled in your hair. “keep that tongue out.”
she ground her hips down, smothering you and coating your face in her slick desire. the grip on your hair tightened and her nails dug into your scalp.
“mmf!” you whimpered under her weight against you. your hands cupped her ass, guiding her movements on your face as she absolutely claimed you. your eyes rolled, feeling her clit bump at the end of your tongue and her slick, flowery folds sliding against the roughness of your tongue.
you tugged down at her, wanting - no, needing her closer. you held her in place, and she watched as you worked on her. her blue pigtails dangled in your face as your lips parted just slightly to take in that sweet little clit. jinx leaned back and let you do the work as she leaned back, her hands propping herself up.
“yeah, keep sucking, you little—“ she yelped at a particularly hard suck, cutting her off and she looked at you with a teasingly angry expression. she bit her lip, savoring the sensation of your tongue flicking along her clit and gently slipping into her wet darkness. her walls contracting around air and not around your finger, which slightly angered her as she leaned forward to guide a hand to her needy cunt. you found yourself thinking just that, that she was so needy. your fingers dipped into her canal, making a beckoning motion with your fingers and sliding against her g-spot. she let out a high pitched whimper, feeling her orgasm approaching. you knew her ins and outs and knew exactly how to please her.
especially now that your fingers are playing, too.
sliding them in and out and curving them was sort of a task, but you didn’t quit as your tongue flicked against that hard little bud. she writhed in pleasure, her inevitable climax building and building.
“fucking eat me, you stupid—“ she started in a growl, “hah — mm, eat me,” she purred afterward, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt a lazy but serious orgasm tying her stomach into knots. with your last flick of the tongue, she moaned, her hand flying to your hair and pulling it against her vulva. she dampened your face with her cum, the clear fluid drenching your face. she yanked you away and took a look at your wet face. she smirked, letting out a small giggle. she leaned down and licked a stripe up your cheek, cleaning some of her arousal off your face.
“so good for me.”
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obsessedduh · 2 months
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Jinx who is obsessed with your pussy. the way your quim glistens from your arousal. the way juices pool onto your thighs. the way it clenches onto her fingers. the way it tastes. the way it contracts around her strap when she's fucking you stupid. the way it quivers whenever she blows cold air onto it. the way it reacts to her filthy praises and insults.
'mmm...toots, your pussy is soaked! is that all f'me? yeah?'
'goodness sugar, you might slice my fingers in half from how hard your pussy is clenching around me!'
'mmm! dollface, look at how soaked you made my cock!'
'this wet already, babes? how pathetic, i've barely even touched you!'
Jinx is just really obsessed with your pussy.
*✧・゚: *✧・゚
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honeydazai · 2 years
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randomly moaning into their ear — Arcane
feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Sevika, Ekko
warnings: nsfw content, exhibitionism, punishments, spanking, rough sex, oral sex
requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!
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The moment you move to stand next to him in the lab, VIKTOR knows you're up to something. Still, he has to concentrate on refining the Hexclaw, which is why he can't help but jump a little when you stand up on your tiptoes and a moan leaves your lips right next to his ear. His cheeks flush just the slightest bit — Jayce is right there, damn it — and he awkwardly clears his throat as you whimper yet again, the noises nothing but lewd.
Despite his initial embarrassment, he definitely finds a way to pay you back. Only a few moments later, his fingers stealthily move underneath your skirt and into your panties, and even though Jayce could look up every second, he doesn't stop until he's knuckles-deep inside of you, his thin fingers stretching you open, and you press your lips together tightly to suppress any noises from leaving your mouth. Viktor's only response to your suffering is a smirk — you really had this coming.
“Oh? What's the matter, my love? Weren't you so keen on teasing you a few moments ago? Where did all that attitude go? And look at you, blushing, even though you were acting like a whore a moment ago — pathetic.”
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JAYCE doesn't expect anything unusual when you lean down to whisper into his ear during a meeting, which is why he's even more caught off-guard when you suddenly moan; a needy and high-pitched noise falling from your lips, followed by a whisper about how much you need him. His cheeks flush with heat and he stutters as he tries to explain to the rest of the Council why exactly he's blushing this much while shooting you an angry glare.
After the meeting has ended, he bends you over the closest flat surface and pushes your panties down, only to thrust first three thick fingers and then his dick into you. He groans while fucking you at a near violent pace, and even though he knows that's exactly what you wanted, getting to pound into you like this until you're a moaning and drooling mess doesn't feel like a defeat to him.
“Fuck, oh my god, princess—, you're so damn tight around me. Can't believe you'd be such a slut in public; am I not fucking you well enough, hm? Fuck. You almost would've embarrassed me in front of the whole Council—, fuck. You're so hot.”
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It's no surprise that SILCO has no knowledge of popular pranks, which is why he's absolutely unaware of why you're sitting down on his lap during a meeting with the Chem-Barons of Zaun. The moment you lean closer to him to moan into his ear, your face a lewd grimace, he frowns at you, obviously irritated. He knows you're only doing this to rile him up; he's not stupid, which is why he won't immediately act on the urge to punish you.
Later that day, however, he bends you over his lap, his palm coming down hard on your ass, and he relishes in the way you whimper and moan. Even if you get turned on by the spanking, it doesn't matter — he's not above denying you your orgasm for the next hour, if not the whole day.
“Oh? What are you saying, love, you want to come? Ah, what a shame. I don't think you've deserved that yet. Maybe I'd be open to changing my mind if you beg me some more.”
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Honestly, VANDER is simply confused when you suddenly gasp into his ear how much you need him during his shift in The Last Drop. He genuinely has no idea that you're doing this solely to rile him up and that it's a prank — still, his reaction is oddly heartwarming.
Since he doesn't want to leave you hanging when you so obviously need him, he immediately orders someone else to take over his place at the bar, only to pin you against a shelf in some empty storage room. You don't even get the time to explain the prank to him; he doesn't want you to be unsatisfied, which is why he quickly thrusts into you, making you moan and whimper for real this time.
“Ya don't have to ask for more, darl, don't ya worry; I'll make you feel so good. Fuck, I really didn't mean to ignore ya for too long, wanna take care of you, babe.”
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VI's eyes widen in surprise when you quite literally drape yourself over her form, though she huffs out a laugh when you whimper into her ear. She raises her eyebrows at you, her head tilted to the side in a playful manner, and she pats her lap as in invitation.
It's no surprise that, only a few seconds later, you're grinding against her thigh, your dripping cunt leaving stains on her trousers, and she cooes praises and insults alike into your ear while you make a mess of yourself. You're gasping, saliva running down your chin, though Vi doesn't even think about indulging you yet.
“Fuck, you look so hot right now, darl. Get yourself off on my thigh, then I'll fuck you, alright? Be a good girl for me. That's it, yeah, you can do it.”
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As a needy whine falls from your lips at an absolutely uncalled for situation, JINX can't help but be surprised. However, she's on board with it almost immediately — alright, you're in public, so what? She abruptly stops tinkering on the bomb she had just been holding to instead grab your hips, and she wouldn't be Jinx if she didn't have some kind of toy with her.
Only a few moments later, you're pinned against a wall as she pounds into you, her strap-on nudging against what you swear is your cervix with how big it is, while her teeth scrape over your throat. Her breath is hot against your neck while she degrades you for being this much of a slut — honestly, can't you even go an hour or so without her dick? That's pathetic.
“Damn, sugar — look at that, you're dripping wet already! Couldn't even wait for me to fuck you, could you? And now we're even doing it in public; you're so shameless! Such a cute little slut.”
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The second you lean down to moan lewdly into SEVIKA's ear while she's busy playing poker against a few guys, she scoffs, an eyebrow raised. Honestly, she hadn't thought you were this dumb or daring, but she won't complain about this sudden turn of events.
She pulls you down onto her lap almost immediately, ignoring the way you cry out in surprise, and even though you might protest, she's not shy to thrust her fingers into you right then and there while continuing to play — and win — her game. This is purely your own fault, really, and the way you blush and hide your face against her thigh is just adorable.
“Look at you, acting all shy now. Come on, weren't you quite literally begging for me to touch ya only a few moments ago? Just entertain us a little with your cute lil' noises while I'm finishing this game.”
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EKKO simply stares at you in utter bewilderment for a moment after you've moaned into his ear in public. The noises you just made are almost enough to get him to blush. Then, however, his lips curl into a smirk — really, you're that desperate for him? In public even?
He's not one to deny you, which is why he quickly steers you away from the other Firelights and sinks to his knees in front of you; soon enough, two of his fingers spread your glistening folds open while he draws lazy circles with his tongue around your clit, and you gasp and whimper, your thighs trembling.
“Fuck, look at you, babe. You're literally drooling. Missed my mouth on you so badly, didn't you? Bet that was why you were so desperate for me. That's almost adorable.”
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novacqnes · 1 year
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stranger’s in the dark // jinx
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warning: nothing like some soul crushing angst
pairing: jinx x fem reader
a/n: i apologize for how long this took me, i began it a little while ago but it’s been hard trying to find time to write— nevertheless thank you for the request :)
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she wasn’t there, maybe in body but not mind—and if jinx tried hard enough she could nearly convince herself of it. she searched for indications of reality, anything that clearly solidified her presence at that moment in time. the pale, cold hands draped at the sides of her thighs, and the frenzied strands of blue that clung to her forehead were indeed hers— but they didn’t feel like it. she couldn’t truly register anything, not the tension that pervaded the atmosphere like dozens of rabid dogs, or the hushed sobs that fell from your lips mere inches away. frankly, the only thing jinx was truly certain of was that she was angry and it rarely, if ever, panned out well.
she detested it— losing control. it was palpable, relentlessly ringing in her ears and simultaneously draining out all else. heat rose in her cheeks dousing them in a fiery crimson shade. the searing warmth spread to all parts of her body, manifesting itself in words, each laced with untamed malice that spilled from her tongue. jinx could register them, one by one they slipped from her mouth— wrapped in more fervor than the next. the emotions were blinding, clashing, and contradicting with every turn. distorted images of your face, fatigued and demoralized crept into the corners of her vision, practically tormenting her. 
despite it all you reached for her, desperately trying to reel your girlfriend back in. you cupped her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb along the soft skin as you suppressed your own tears. she wanted to stop, every bone in her trembling body urged her to— but the words were coming out faster than she could fathom.
“it’s all your fucking fault.” the phrase stung, burning red and hot like the corners of jinx’s eyes. eventually branding a bottomless black hole into the center of your heart. her eyelids twitched from the lack of restraint that swarmed her, and it went against every fiber of her being. 
these weren’t her words. 
“you don’t mean that,” you shook your head furiously, “i know you don’t— please just talk to me.” against your better judgment you succumbed to the scorching tears that burned the rims of your eyes, leaving them stained and scarlet red. you clung to her, pressing the palms of your hands to her face. the numbness set in, locking your fingers into place in spite of your adamance to keep them there.
she refused to look at you, and when she did it was paralyzing and distant. even the slightest glare sent shivers up your spine and it wasn’t something you’d experienced before. it was uncertainty. amplified by the notion that the person you loved was utterly unrecognizable. 
“jinx look at me…. don’t do this,” your voice was small and meager in comparison to her presence. jinx stood bold and firm— even in her weakest moments. but you? you mirrored that of a mouse. a tiny, trembling rodent— one that cowered in the shadow of the very person that claimed to love you. your relationship hadn’t begun this way, and neither of you could have foreseen it spiraling like this. 
but now that you’re here?
there was no reversing it.
jinx reached for your hands, cupping her palms over them. the contact was cold and distant but it sparked an ounce of hope inside you. her eyes flickered up, normally they were a deep, infectious cerulean blue. the very things that seemed to calm you, even in the most heated arguments. however this time it was different— they were different. her pupils were dilated, surrounded by an icy sapphire haze that penetrated you. her gaze diminished any semblance of hope or comfort from arising. rather it was replaced by anguish and a deep-rooted sense of melancholy that you feared— the two of you would never come back from this. 
she closed the gap between you two, easing your fingers from her face. budding tension filled the air making it even more difficult to take a breath. rapidly your heart pounded against your chest, pumping with even more force as jinx smiled— the corners of her lips pulling into a menacing grin narrowly disguising the sorrow underneath it.
her lips brushed along the top of your ear as she leaned forward whispering, “i never wanna see you again.”
your knees buckled under the weight of your body. it became taxing to stand upright and you were sure if it wasn’t for jinx's body against yours, you would’ve collapsed. she spoke with such anger like it had been stirring inside of her forever, searing its way through and clawing at her sanity. jinx’s skin felt foreign, she almost didn’t recognize it herself. she was being carved out from the inside, into the shell of a dry husk plagued by bitterness and regret. at that moment there wasn’t enough fight left in her to stop herself from uttering the very words that would deliver the final blow to your bittersweet relationship. 
“you’re dead to me.”
she unraveled her hands from yours putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. tears stained her cheeks but she had no shame in letting them fall. in a way she was grateful for them— they obscured her vision. preventing her from truly being able to see the damage she’d done. before her you morphed into a faceless figure, frozen into place. your mind was set ablaze with memories of you and jinx burning at the forefront. desperately you wanted to cling to them, scarring yourself in the process. but there was nothing to salvage. 
there was nothing for you here. 
you swallowed the large budding knot at the surface, gathering the shattered pieces of your dignity and lingering faith in jinx. each step felt heavier and more dreadful than the next but you refused to turn back. 
“you’ll come back,” jinx whispered as you pushed past her, “you always do.”
she stood by dazed, but it was too late to take it back. there’d been many arguments, only a few of this magnitude. yet there was only one in which jinx had spat on the entirety of your existence. this wasn’t the first time you’d walked away. any other day she wouldn’t have batted an eye— but the ache that sat upon your shoulders, emitting from across the room was enough to spark seeds of doubt. she tried to extinguish it, piecing together hundreds of poor excuses. 
you needed time. time to think and clear your mind.
the air inside was suffocating— terrible for thinking.
each one paled in comparison to the next. but as more time passed by they were all jinx had to cling to. obsessively latching onto just about every scenario that pervaded her thoughts. she needed to believe it, she needed to convince herself.
however, not enough convincing could distract jinx from reality. you didn’t return that night or the next. soon the waiting culminated into long weeks, accompanied by radio silence. she woke up, praying that she’d see your face— anything to remove that image she was stuck with. she wanted to touch you, kiss you, hell even get down on her knees if necessary. jinx would’ve done anything to take that night back. despite this she woke up alone and exhausted, growing bitter as time inched by. 
months had come and gone since jinx had last seen you. contrary to popular belief heartache wasn’t healed over time. it was replaced by an endless void that grew until it was rotting and blackened. the space sat at the center of jinx’s heart, and rather than working to heal it, she just found ways to numb the vessel. yet the most convenient coping mechanism arose in an endless cycle of drinking— and inventing. thus most nights she was out scouting for pieces in the form of old rubble. before stopping by the last drop to wash away her sorrows, and on this dull night it was absolutely no different. 
the air reeked of gasoline— so jinx knew she was on the right track. all she needed was gas, a small amount to complete the final part of her new invention. she’d spent most of the day roaming the streets until she’d come across an old engine. without a moment of hesitation, she snatched it from the junkyard, setting off toward the last drop. it was a prime environment for distractions, preventing her mind from lingering elsewhere. 
loud music boomed through the bar as she sauntered in with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. she took the first open seat at the counter, gesturing towards the bartender. the man slipped a light blue drink her way, watching as she chugged it down in one gulp. although alarming, it had almost become routine for jinx. the harsh taste and burning sensation that filled her throat didn’t even seem to phase her. 
“feast your eyes on this beauty,” she exclaimed plopping the engine out in front of her. jinx’s veins pumped with adrenaline as she fidgeted against the wood, sliding the drink back.the bartender’s eyes flickered between giddy jinx and the drink before lifting the pitcher, and refilling her cup to the brim.
“whatcha got there?”
she took a long sip of the drink smacking her lips together, “this my friend is the solution to all of my problems.” in more ways than one it wasn’t really an exaggeration. absolutely nothing beat the rush that jinx got from creating. it was something that only she could control— and it sure as hell wouldn’t leave her. 
she began taking apart the engine, setting aside the pieces she needed. her eyes were bloodshot and her body was way beyond tired yet she refused to succumb to the exhaustion— once she fell asleep there was no telling what images she’d have the pleasure of revisiting in a nightmare. hence she worked tirelessly until her fingers were numb, but even then she shot back another glass, stepping outside for some fresh air. 
the moon was full, casting a white haze over all the nearby properties. small stars nestled into the clouds revealing themselves in rare glances that mesmerized jinx. the scene was beautiful but she couldn’t help but frown. she hated somber moments like these, it left her remembering and yearning for something that she no longer had. she constantly found you in everything and it only forced the void in her heart to fester. jinx felt like she was in a dream. one where she could almost hear your voice, reminiscing in the way it filled her ears so sweetly. she’d dreamed of it several times but it felt so different now. it felt real. 
in the distance jinx saw two figures, although she couldn’t make out their faces, one of them felt so familiar. laughter traveled from the couple to her— and it was unmistakably you. jinx couldn’t have made it up if she tried. she knew your laugh, she knew the way it sounded better than you did. it was infectious just like it was the last time she’d heard it. the sound nearly sent the drink flying from jinx’s grasp. despite the pestering voice that urged her not to, her legs carried her further.
you stood next to a figure— one that she’d never seen before. the woman’s hand slipped into yours as you leaned closer nuzzling into her side. she wrapped her free arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. jinx’s stomach turned, contorting into a large knot that tightened the longer she watched. she wanted to call out but once again she was speechless, subject to the very emotions that pulled the two of you apart. 
she’d never considered the possibility that you’d moved on. jinx had always hoped that some way— somehow you’d find your way back to her. and that maybe you were struggling too, grappling with restless nights and the memories of what you once were together. but seeing it— seeing you now, it changed everything. you weren’t a slave to your emotions, you were coping just fine and falling in love with someone new in the process. thus there was no gray area, you weren’t coming back and there was nothing she could do.
the two of you continued walking, diminishing the distance between you and jinx with each step. however, you didn’t recognize her until you were just a few feet away. jinx’s eyes were sunken and bloodshot, she was paler than ever, and if you hadn’t known better you would’ve mistook her for a ghost. she looked nothing like the radiant girl you’d once fallen for— she was a stranger. 
for a brief moment, your eyes met hers. you didn’t know what you were searching for. maybe remnants of your old lover, indications that she was still there. but alas you were met with nothing, not even the slightest reminder. jinx’s eyes were cold and unfamiliar. yet this sentiment wasn’t exclusive to you. she too found herself searching, desperately scouring for the person you once were in her gaze. but there was nothing to be found— you were a stranger. 
“who’s that?” your girlfriend whispered, glancing back at jinx. you snuck one last look at her frail frame, relinquishing yourself of any guilt and attachment towards her. the person you’d once loved had morphed into an unknown figure before your eyes, thus there was no need for them anymore. 
you turned back toward your girlfriend, placing a small kiss on the underside of her jaw as you cooed, “no one important, let’s go.”
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ffiahh · 10 months
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if the arcane sisters had a nice visit to a haunted house:
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ALT Text: A picture of two people in a horror house, a woman who is laughing and and a man who is standing in front of the woman, with his hands holding onto hers, a look of comical horror on his face. The woman is labelled as 'Jinx' and the man is labelled as 'Violet'.
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floreshouse · 1 year
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Something to Tinker With ; part one
Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Reader (SFW)
Series Synopsis: The day you returned to Piltover with Ekko’s damaged hoverboard, you didn't expect to cross paths with a certain scientist who, unbeknownst to you, had his eyes on you since day one.
Important Context:
There will be eventual NSFW.
The story takes place a couple of months after Act One. Jinx would still be 11 and Hextech wouldnt yet be developed to its full capacity.
Warnings: pining, awkward situation, reader has a strained relationship w/ her dad, jayce being a doofus
Word Count: 2.3k
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The pitter-patter of the rain made you more anxious about the time. Professor Heimerdinger was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, and you were starting to worry about his whereabouts. 
Today had been a long day, with visiting Ekko and passing by an ugly incident between the enforcers and a couple of drunk men just as you were leaving the Undercity. 
You emerged into Piltover with a smashed hoverboard in hand and a promise of finding someone to fix it as you headed for Heimerdinger’s office like you did every Thursday at five.
But now it was 5:32, the clock was ticking, and there was still no sign of the professor. You had nearly fallen on your face while sprinting all the way to his office due to your new shoes and their stupid shoelaces that didn't seem to understand that a knot was meant to remain tied; all this for nothing since he was not here, and, had you know this, you would have taken your sweet time while enjoying the view of the academy grounds.
Posted footsteps echoed behind the door, and a well-known high-pitched voice emerged from the hallway, seemingly in a vivid conversation. The door flew open and in walked the professor, who happened to be accompanied by who you thought must have been a student.
“Yes, my boy, this is a great opportunity to expand your areas of knowledge” The door closed behind them, and only then you noticed the cane that was supporting the guy’s body. “Here I hold many inventions and I would be happy to give you a challenge. What type of machine would you be interested in?”
Viktor was about to answer him when he noticed they were not the only ones in the room. Heimerdinger raised a confused brow at the lack of an answer and turned around, meeting your gaze. His face morphed from confusion to surprise and realization.
“Miss Y/N! I apologize greatly, I seemed to have gotten carried away with Viktor here.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks as you shook your head in embarrassment.
“Don't worry about it, professor.” Your eyes met the young man who shied away from your stare, leaning on his cane uncomfortably. “Time flies here in your office.”
Heimerdinger turned towards Viktor, whose expression was hard to read, or at least to you since the professor chuckled as he looked between both of you with a knowing look.
“Viktor I would like to present you to Miss Y/N. She studies in the literature department of the school” You waved at him shyly and he returned the gesture. “Y/N was born in the Undercity just like you; she is my informant and one of the brightest minds in the academy, I'm sure you guys would enjoy each other’s company.”
Your gaze shifted toward your feet, unused to the praise you were receiving at the moment. Your hands squeezed what was left of Ekko’s hoverboard as Viktor’s stare pierced your soul.
“Viktor is here in search of a device to tinker with” The professor explained “He’s a great inventor and is working along with Mr. Talis on a personal project that I believe will change the world.”
Your eyes brightened in recognition having known Jayce from a project not so long ago. You shifted your gaze towards Viktor once again, though he seemed more interested in the device you were holding in your lap; it was hard to ignore it due to its design and it being nearly the size of a small shelf.
You spoke before he could even ask.
“It's a prototype of a hoverboard. The kid I babysit crashed it and I promised to get it fixed” You smiled at the memory of little Ekko’s anger towards himself for letting it get broken; he had been building it with one of his friends for so long and this was the first one that actually worked but, just like that, in a couple of minutes, it was gone. “Is this something you would be interested in tinkering with?”
Viktor made his way towards you, muttering a quiet ‘May I hold it?’ and you realized it was the first time you had heard him talk. His accent was rich and alluring, and you longed to be able to listen to it again.
You nodded, shifting in your seat as he crouched slightly. A weight was lifted from your thighs as Viktor clumsily sat next to you on the small couch, grabbing Ekko’s invention. His eyes assessed it meticulously; the object glowed in a bright green and you learned the bad way that if you touched it in the wrong places, the electricity would zap you.
“How exactly did this kid crash it?” He held it up against the light coming from the window. A small piece shattered due to the movements, and the remaining objects fell on his lap, along with a big golden screw that caught his attention. “It looks new, but I believe it must have been quite the accident for it to end up this way.”
You chuckled under your breath explaining that it was indeed, quite the crash. Viktor shifted in his seat, making the screw roll towards his inner thigh, about to fall between his legs. You watched as if it was in slow motion, and before you could think about how inappropriate this action might seem, your hand landed on his crotch, holding the screw.
Before he could even process the movement, you held the object towards him, looking anywhere but his face. He grabbed it hesitantly, eyes wide, but after a few seconds he seemed to register the touch and his cheeks were covered in a cloud of pink dust. Your eyes finally landed on Professor Heimerdinger, terrified of the prospect of him having seen the awkward interaction. Still, relief filled your body when you turned and he seemed more preoccupied with chuckling at his Poro, who had managed to fall face-first on a stack of papers waiting to get graded.
An overwhelming feeling hit you right in the chest, clawing at your throat and begging you to please leave the embarrassing situation.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Viktor.” Heimerdinger looked up to see you were already standing up, flattening the wrinkles on your skirt “I'm very sorry, Professor, but I have to leave soon if I don't want to be late for work; today we had the inauguration of a new drink and I believe the café is hectic according to my boss”
“Oh yes, Miss Y/N, duty calls.” The Yordle smiled understandingly “Perhaps tomorrow I might stop by to discuss some trivial matters. I would also like to try that Pumpkin drink you've been offering since last week.”
You chuckled nervously as you headed towards the door, not without petting the small Poro that hovered around your feet. You had always thought he was a risk of tripping but never said anything for Heimerdinger’s sake.
You spared a glance towards Viktor, who was still sitting on the couch, the hoverboard no longer resting in his hands, but on his lap, and the golden screw being flicked between his nimble fingers. “I hope you find enough of a challenge with this… Invention, Viktor”
His lips quirked in a lopsided smile. “I'm sure I will, Miss Y/N.” 
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“I mean- Everything would be okay if Bonnard had the balls to apologize to Fi. She would have forgiven him! But he just had to be a hissy-pissy man.” Koa, bless his soul, had been droning on and on about the fighting match that his neighbors next door had been having the night before.
Ever since you had met him, you reveled in his ability to talk shit while making the most intricate drinks in the house with no mistakes.
You had tried that once; talking while making a Cocado-Crisp Frappuccino, and it ended up with two failed attempts and an angry customer. 
You put your apron on and looked around to see the café twice as full as you had expected; your manager, Sao, had told you that it had been this way since morning and that they had to order an emergency delivery since they had been running out of product.
You knew for a fact that this place had always been one to be hectic; you had many regulars who came daily for their fill, along with the classic coffee addicts that stopped by and ended up staying the whole day; having a twenty-four-hour library café was a dream place for students in the Academy, and it just happened to be stationed right in the campus.
Today, though, there was a monumental amount of people coming in and out; the line was so big that if you looked at the establishment from the outside, you would be able to see people on the sidewalk waiting for their turn.
“But anyway, what can you expect from a guy who is only living off of daddy’s money.” Koa rolled his eyes as he scribbled a name on the cup before turning to you. “So, how’d it go in the Undercity? Did you run into your dad’s new kid?”
You glared playfully at the redhead “You know I don't go near that part of town.” you cut a piece of cake and placed it on the microwave “In all honesty, I don't even know what the girl looks like. The only thing I heard is that she drives him crazy.”
“You know, he might be looking to replace you with her.” Viper’s voice startled both of you, causing you to let out a small shriek. 
“You know it might be true though” Koa agreed, handing you an order for a Mocha. “He went crazy looking for you and now, all of a sudden, he adopted a weird little girl he found on the streets. It adds up; he loses a kid and replaces it with another.”
“Okay, now you are making it sound like children are some sort of toy.”
“Wait that's not what I meant!” He complained “I'm just saying; she might be his way of coping after losing you”
You blinked a couple of times, assessing the information, and then moved on.
“You guys might be on to something, not gonna lie” You poured the drink on a cup and put it over the counter next to a Cafe Au Lait, though before you were able to go back, you noticed that the cake you had heated up was still there, waiting to get picked up. “Koa, who ordered the lemon cake?”
He frowned as he looked through the names written down on the long list of orders. “Talis. It was actually ordered to go with the Au Lait and the Mocha”
“Oh that must be Jayce then,” You said. You grabbed a small box meant for the pastries and put the cake inside and placed both coffees in a cardboard cup holder “Lemon cake, Cafe Au Lait, and Mocha to go for Jayce Talis.”
You rang the bell as you placed the order on the counter once again. Soon, a tall guy emerged from the sea of people holding his receipt up high. He nearly tripped on the way to the counter but he managed to get there in one piece.
“Oh hi Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here.” His eyes lit up before receiving his food “This place is amazing, what are you guys celebrating?”
Jayce was one of the brightest students in the academy, you were sure of it, but one thing you knew for sure after working alongside him on a Literature project, was that he hardly paid attention to his surroundings.
“Well, it's a new drink that the owners have launched” you explained “It's actually not a big deal, just boba, but with all the advertising people must have thought it was a new technological advance of some sort.”
“I wish drinks were part of technology; that way I would be good at them” He took a sip of his Mocha “Damn, I think this is the best Mocha I've ever had.”
“I'm grateful you feel that way; I made it myself” Viper handed you a coffee and you placed it on the counter for it to get picked up. “You don't strike me as a type to get a Cafe Au Lait, who is the lucky girl?”
Jayce seemed to choke on his drink, a deep laugh vibrating through his entire body. “It's actually for my lab partner, his name is Viktor. He's working on fixing some sort of device he brought into the lab. He has been very protective over it; I've barely even seen it and I'm not even allowed to touch it.”
“It's a hoverboard, actually” The boy stared at you in utter confusion. You would have laughed, but your professionalism kept your calm demeanor. “I met Viktor today; Heimerdinger introduced us. Long story short, he wanted something to tinker with and I gave him the hoverboard so he could fix it. He said he wanted a challenge and the thingy seemed interesting enough.”
“OH” Jayce’s eyes were blown wide and his jaw fell open dramatically. “You-” He looked in your direction as if he recognized you from somewhere but didn't know exactly where. You gave him a few seconds to pull himself together and watched him struggle to get the words out when the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together in his brain. “Well- It's getting late and these drinks won't be warm if I don't hurry. Bye Y/N, have a good day, and a good life. Bye, goodnight! Bye, see you later, goodbye.”
You watched him struggle to leave the place as fast as the sea of people allowed him to do so, before looking back at you from the door, waving goodbye, and scurrying past a young couple.
An old lady stepped forward grabbing the coffee you had placed on the counter. “That sure was an odd little fella,” she said, before putting her receipt in your hand and waddling away.
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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years
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Author Note: I genuinely didn’t know this would be so well-liked, but I’m glad it is! Werewolf!Vi is becoming one of my favorites to write for. Also, please keep in mind that Part Four is going to be filthy.
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Final Part | Bonus
Word Count: 10.7k
Additional Warnings: Verbal Sexual Harassment by Assholes, Slight Violence (Vi and Jinx beat said assholes up), Reader is a mother so there will be parts about breastfeeding and providing for babies.
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You were exhausted. After being in labor for hours, you were finally able to rest. The nurses had taken your pups from the room to care for them, so you can sleep without them waking you up. You weren’t sure how long you had been sleeping, but you were gently woken up by one of the nurses.
“Y/n? It’s time for you to eat.” Nurse Joy smiles at you, helping you sit up in your sleepy daze.
“How are my pups?” Is the first thing out of your mouth, making her chuckle.
“From comparing their information with their mother’s, we’ve come to the conclusion that they’re all healthy. They’ve been sleeping as you have, but I’m sure they’ll be hungry soon so we’ve got to get you situated.”
“Right.” You yawn, pulling the food towards you, “Hungry pups… It's my job to feed them. Where is their mother?”
“Vi? Oh, darling.” The nurse chuckles, “She’s there with them. After you fell asleep, she wanted to make sure they were okay, so we brought her along. She’s been really good about letting us work without interrupting. She’s even asking us questions about how to properly care for them. It’s really sweet.” You smile, too focused on eating to respond. Your pregnancy had some complications when you found out your DNA was being changed. As a result of being pregnant, you became a hybrid. You wouldn’t turn into a werewolf like Vi, but your senses are sharper and you now have claws and fangs.
“When you’re done, I’ll help you shower, and then Nurse Hester will show you how to breastfeed.” Nurse Joy says while she gathers some things for you, “You should be able to leave in a few days.”
“Thank you.” You smile, “I really can’t thank you all enough for being so caring. This whole experience has been a bit much for me. I didn’t really think through what would happen when I got pregnant.”
“It’s no problem, dear.” Nurse Joy pats your hand, “When I heard someone was having babies belonging to a new species, I was so worried. Who knew what your body would go through or how risky the pregnancy might be? I immediately volunteered to help… and I’m glad I did. You and your mate are wonderful.” With that, she helps you out of bed and supports you to the shower. It takes a while but ten minutes later you’re back in bed with a clean set of sheets. A knock at the door is followed by the appearance of Nurse Hester who gives you a kind smile. You smile brightly at the little bundle in her arms, the scent telling you that it’s Peri. Your thoughts are confirmed when she’s handed over to you.
“Hello, Peri.” You coo, “How’s my baby girl?” You play with her tiny hand as she stares up at you with wide eyes.
“She was the first one awake, so she’s the first one to get momma’s attention.” Nurse Hester smiles, “Are you ready to learn how to breastfeed?”
“I am.” You nod.
“I’m glad to hear that. Unfortunately, we don’t know if the formula would have the correct nutrients for your little ones, so breastfeeding is your only option.” She gives you a sympathetic smile.
“With how big my breasts have gotten, I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” You laugh, “I think there’s too much milk in here.”
“That’s what we want to hear in your case.” Nurse Hester laughs, “You’ve got five babies to feed, so the more milk you produce, the happier those babies will be! Now, let’s get started.”
The door to your room opens as you’re starting to doze off and the scent of mint fills the air. You crack your eyes open to see Vi approaching you and you give her a smile. Vi looks wide awake compared to you and you’re thankful for it. Even though you’re in the hospital, you wanted to be close to your pups. You felt like only you and Vi could protect them if something went wrong. Logically, you knew that wasn’t true if it was a medical issue, but you were protective over your pups.
“Hey, beautiful.” Vi whispers as she takes a seat, “The pups are being checked over so I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” You grab her hand and kiss her fingers.
“I’m okay, baby. I’m just… really tired.” You whisper, “I missed you earlier. I’m glad you were with the pups though.”
“I missed you too.” Vi kisses your forehead, “Get some rest, okay? We’ve gotten clearance to leave in the morning instead of staying a few more days.”
“Is it true…? Is it true that we’re living in the Middle Ring of Piltover?” You question, “I overheard you talking about it with Nurse Joy.”
“It is.” Vi nods, “Apparently House Medarda took interest and decided to become our patron. I went over there this morning to check out the place. It’s all furnished and… it is big enough for our family.”
“Our family.” You repeat, the words feeling strange on your tongue, “Who would have thought I’d get to say that so soon.”
“I didn’t think I’d get to say it at all.” Vi smiles sadly and pecks your lips, “And then I met you. Now, go to sleep. We have a new place to move into.”
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“Princess.” Vi chuckles softly, nudging you awake, “Let's get you out of the bath and you can sleep in the bed.” You rub your eyes and realize that you had fallen asleep in the bathtub. It must’ve been a short while ago because the water was still warm but the bubbles had faded. Vi helps you out of the tub, wraps you in a fluffy towel, and carries you into the bedroom. You had just gotten home from the hospital and you felt more tired now than before. Moving into your new place made you cry. There was a large bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table along with dozens of presents that you assume are for the pups. Your patron had left a touching note wishing you well and leaving a date as to when they’d visit to make sure you’re doing okay. The nurses that came with you helped to get the pups situated in their cribs since they were fast asleep. Then, Vi drew a bath for you.
“You don’t need to do this.” You mumble sleepily as Vi dresses you.
“Baby, you can barely keep your eyes open.” Vi tucks you under the covers, kissing your forehead, “You’ve been working hard and it’s my turn to care for you. Rest.”
Crying wakes you up and you get out of bed, making your way to the nursery as quickly as you can. You can smell something cooking that makes your stomach rumble. ‘I can’t wait to eat. I forgot that Vi knows how to cook. We didn’t talk about it much.’ You smile when you see that it’s Cyan crying, and you pick him up. You rock him a bit as he noses your chest and you chuckle taking a seat on the couch.
“I know you’re hungry.” You coo softly, lowering your nightgown to feed him. It takes a moment before he finds your nipple but he has no issue latching on when he does. You lean back and relax, cuddling your youngest son to you as you do. You giggle softly at his wisps of blue hair, contentedly smoothing down the strands. Three of your children took after their mother with blue, purple, and pink hair respectively. It was a tradition in Vi’s family to name their children after their hair colors and you were happy to continue it. That’s how you ended up with Cyan, Peri, and Rose. It surprised you when they were born and none of them were identical twins. You joked with your doctor that Vi must’ve been doing target practice if she managed to get five separate eggs. She joyfully reminded you that you’re lucky none of the five split.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Cy. Momma’s just switching you to the other one.” You console your son as you pull him off of your nipple, hoping he won’t cry. A soft knock at the door has you looking up and Vi walks in with a glass of water.
“Thanks, baby.” You whisper as she places the glass down. The nurses told you that you’d be eating and drinking a lot more than you’re used to because your body needed extra when you breastfeed. With how much you’ll be breastfeeding, you wonder if you’ll ever stop eating and drinking.
“I made some lunch for you, so you can eat when you’re done.” She sits next to you on the couch. You snuggle up next to her, taking in her scent for comfort. It’s something you’ve become obsessed with now that you can smell it. It was easy to understand why Vi was all over you.
“I still can’t believe we’re here. It feels like it was just yesterday that I met you.” You sigh, resting Cyan against your shoulder to burp him. You hear another one of your pups fussing and Vi gets up to hold them. ‘That would be Trixie. She’s after Cyan.’
“Neither can I. It’s… amazing to be here with you and holding our child in my arms.” Vi says full of emotion, “I never believed I could leave the lab, and now I’m free.”
“Do you… regret having kids so soon?” You hesitantly ask as you put Cyan back in his crib. You take Trixie from her and take your seat on the couch.
“Honestly? I don’t. I… was wild when I was younger. Always getting into fights, stealing, and doing things I shouldn't have been doing. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it and I still do but since meeting you, all I’ve wanted is to protect you and love you. Now, I have a family I didn’t think I’d ever have. I could never regret that.” Vi kisses you softly. She kept surprising you day after day.
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“Andre, stop wiggling! I’m trying to change your diaper!” You hear Vi attempt to scold your older son from the other room, but it’s ruined by her laugh. You giggle to yourself and look back down at Rose who is happily playing with her feet. Three months have passed and your family is finally allowed to visit. You and Vi had been given some space to settle in with your pups, and they’d be coming over today.
You found out Vi had spent most of the night preparing the meal when you got up in the night to feed the pups, only to find her fast asleep on the couch. You didn’t have the heart to wake her up, so you covered her with a blanket and went back to bed.
“I told you.” You giggle as Vi comes into the room with Andre, “Andre never sits still. He’s too happy of a baby.” You kiss his forehead as Vi sits next to you. Rose lets out a coo as her brother is placed next to her on the mat. You watch in amusement as they start playing with the toys dangling above them. ‘Babies are so simple at this age… please last forever.’
“He’s not as energetic as Trixie is.” Vi nudges you, “She’s a baby who can’t sit still. She reminds me of Powd- Jinx. My sister was always a very energetic baby.”
“Then it’s fitting that we named her after your sister then, hm?” You peck her lips as the doorbell rings. You get up from the ground and nervously walk to the front door. You take a deep breath before opening it and you grin happily when you see your family on the doorstep.
“Y/N!” Your family shouts when they see you. Your mother rushes forward and embraces you in a tight hug that has you tearing up.
“Hey, guys!” You laugh happily, wiping away your tears, “Come in, come in. Uh, make sure you leave your shoes by the door, please. The pups are already rolling around and trying to sit up so we’re keeping the floor as clean as possible.”
“What?” Your father’s eyes widen, “Aren’t they only three months old?”
“Yeah, but their development has been faster than a human baby. Remember, I was only pregnant for nine weeks.” You point out and your mom frowns. The past few months have been crazy. You found out that the pups develop faster than a human baby, so you’ve been trying to predict how far along they are. Your care team assumes they’re somewhere around six months, and they’d all be crawling around soon. While you’re excited about it, having five pups crawling around and getting into things is going to be a pain. You were thankful their mother has enhanced abilities so there’s no way you’d lose track of them.
“I missed your whole pregnancy and birth.” She sighs sadly.
“Mom.” Your sister groans, “We talked about this. Y/n is a grown woman. She can make decisions for herself.”
“Ah, yeah…” You laugh nervously, you and Vi made the decision to only have her there. You didn’t know how either of you would react to new people being around the pups. You knew your care team very well so there were no issues with them. On top of that, your mother had the tendency to be overbearing, so you didn’t want to chance anything.
“Well, you’re here now. Come on, you can officially meet my… girlfriend.” You hesitate, not knowing what to call her in front of them. This is the first time they’re meeting Vi without being overwhelmed with a few months worth of information. You’re well aware that if they trigger Vi’s instincts in any way, you might be barring your family from visiting. With your care team, you all referred to her as your mate, but the whole werewolf thing was still new to your family. They’re not aware of your changes either, so things are a bit sensitive.
They follow you into the living room, gasping as they see the sight of your mate, who is protectively cradling your pups. Even you felt oddly defensive of your pups from your family. There was a feeling in your bones that made you unsettled, and you knew it was bothering Vi too.
“Oh, they’re gorgeous!” Your mother gasps, “Can I hold one of them?” You take Andre from Vi and he gives a little giggle when he sees you.
“Not right now, let’s relax and we’ll see how things go.” You smile nervously, “Why don’t we sit down and we can talk about things.” You motion to the couch. Your mother frowns but your father and sister are quick to take their seats. You take a seat on the loveseat, placing Andre on your lap so he can see the others. You noticed that he liked to be involved in whatever is going on. He would fuss if Vi was cooking and he couldn’t watch or if the radio was on and he was too far away. So, you made sure he felt like he was involved.
Vi sits next to you, wrapping her available arm around your shoulders so you’re tucked against her. From the look in her eyes, she was feeling distrustful of your parents. You place a hand on her thigh that has her relaxing a little. “How are things going for you guys? It’s been months since I’ve seen any of you.” You address your family, “I hope you’re not upset with me about the no-visitation rule.”
“We couldn’t be upset with you over that, Y/n. Being a parent for you is new, especially when you have five of them. You have to make decisions that are for their well-being. We can manage.” Your father answers with a kind smile, “We’ve been doing fine. I’ve been working overtime so we can pay for your siblings’ college tuition. Your brother and sister are going to college in the fall.”
“Really? That’s great, sis!” You gasp, “You’ve been wanting to go for years!”
“It’s no big deal. We didn’t even want to bring it up until we settled in.” Your sister shrugs.
“I think that’s something to be celebrated.” Vi cuts in, “My sister is going to college in the fall, too. I threw her a small party a month ago since that’s a big deal for us Zaunites.” The doorbell sounds and you two share a look at the timing.
“That would be her. Excuse me.” Vi stands and leaves the room with a little hop in her step. She got very excited every time her sister came around.
“I didn’t know Vi has a sister.” Your mother raises an eyebrow, “We don’t know much about her past her being a werewolf.”
“Well, the last time we saw you it wasn’t exactly for casual conversation.” You shrug, “That’s why we’re having this dinner. I want you all to get to know each other.”
“VIIIIIIOLET!” You hear Jinx squeal and can’t help but grin. Jinx has secretly been over a few times even though she shouldn’t have. You and Vi welcomed her regardless of that fact and you were really loving the girl. She kept the energy up in the room and you nearly bawled your eyes out when she thanked you for bringing Vi back to her. Vi panicked when she heard the two of you crying, only to get crushed in a hug by the two of you. ‘Did I warn my family about who Vi’s sister is? I honestly can’t remember… stupid baby brain.’
“Auntie Jinx is hoooome!” Jinx announces, striking a pose that has you laughing. The terrified looks on your parents’ faces prove that you didn’t warn them. The conversations to come would be interesting ones.
“Jinx!” You get up and give her a hug, being careful not to squish a sleeping Andre between you, “I’m so happy to see you again!”
“I’m happy to be here! Are the other little ones taking their naps?” Jinx kisses Andre on the forehead and you nod. Funnily enough, you feel more relaxed now that she’s here. You know that she has the potential to be a great aunt from the way she handles them so delicately. You were relieved that they seemed to love her, too.
“They should be waking up any minute. Staggering their naptimes has been so helpful.” You motion to the couches with your head, “Why don’t you go sit down? I’m going to put Andre down before the others wake up.”
“You got it!” Jinx chirps and makes her way to her chair. Vi insisted on getting a single-seater specifically for her sister, saying that she sat in a lot of random positions. You agreed since Vi is bound to know her sister better than anyone else, and you were right. The first time she came over, Jinx was sitting upside down while Vi had one leg thrown over the arm of the couch. From one look, you knew they were siblings.
You enter the nursery to see Vi rocking Rose back to sleep in her crib. You smile to yourself as you place Andre down, gently patting his back until he settles down. A low cooing has you looking next to you to see Trixie reaching out for you. You giggle and scoop up your daughter, tossing her into the air, “My little trouble-maker is awake! Are you going to pull Auntie Jinx’s hair again?” You cuddle her to you as she giggles, “Of course you are! Those braids are irresistible, I don’t blame you.”
“Would you look at that!” Vi playfully gasps, “Mommy has a favorite, guys!” You turn to see her holding Cyan and Peri and blush. The sight of your muscular girlfriend cradling your pups is almost too much for you. ‘Why does she look even more attractive with our pups in her arms? Is it too early to have more…? Fuck, don’t think about that. Don’t think about that. Stay strong.’
“Mommy does have a favorite.” You tease and kiss Vi, “And it’s your mother.” You coo to your pups, giving them kisses on the forehead. You whirl around, Trixie giggling as you do, and skip from the room. You hear Vi laugh from behind you as she follows you out. The living room has a bit of tension as no one is talking, but they all brighten up when they see the pups. Your mate brings out the playpen and carefully places your other two kids inside. Peri and Cyan are the two closest to crawling so it was important to keep them in one place. You go straight to Jinx, Trixie squealing excitedly when she notices her and Jinx does the same. The moment she found out Trixie was named after her, Jinx nearly squeezed the life out of you.
“Trixie incoming!” You pretend like you’re going to toss her, getting the cutest laugh as you place her in Jinx’s arms. Your daughter is immediately reaching for one of Jinx’s bright blue braids that she’s happy to hand over to her little hands. You found it amusing that Jinx didn’t care about the pups tugging on her braids. She was so good with them even though this is her first experience with any little ones. You felt comfortable letting her hold and play with them, which made Vi very happy. Speaking of your mate, Vi pulls you down onto her lap since her arms are free and you snuggle against her.
“Okay, now that we’re all here… Guys, I’d like for you to meet Vi’s little sister, Jinx. She’s who we named Trixie after, actually. Jinx, I’d like for you to meet my family.”
“Nice to meet ya!” Jinx grins, bouncing Trixie on her knee.
“It’s nice to meet you, too!” Your sister grins, “I love your artwork!”
“Oh, really?! Thank you! It’s hard to find good graffiti spots!”
“If you haven't tagged it already, there’s a huge wall outside of Hale’s!” Your sister and Jinx start babbling about graffiti and how it’s an artistic expression that Piltovens don’t understand.
“So, Vi… what made you decide to have children with my daughter?” Your mother sits up straight and you wince. ‘There’s going to be an interrogation.’
“Who wouldn’t? Your daughter is absolutely amazing and I fell for her without even realizing it. She’s beautiful, smart, kind… the moment she admitted her feelings for me I was all in. I knew she’d be a wonderful mother and when she came to me about it… I couldn’t turn her down.” Vi says and you gaze at her in awe, “I don’t regret it at all. I have five precious pups and their mother is everything I could have asked for in a partner.”
“Baby.” You gasp. Vi meets your eyes and you nearly melt seeing the love shining through. ‘Gods, this woman.’ Your family talks with Vi and Jinx for a while. Your mother asks a bunch of questions, some that you think are too invasive, but Vi answers all of them. You were impressed by how easily she brushed off your mother’s comments, but you were upset too. She was being disrespectful, and you wanted to tell her off but Vi wouldn’t let you. Her grip on you is tight as she mutters at you to calm down, placing discreet kisses on your neck. You perk up when you hear Peri cry and Vi reluctantly lets you go. You were still upset, but your daughter took priority.
“Do you want me to make a bottle?” Vi asks, scenting your mood.
“No, I can feed her.” You shake your head, “Why don’t we get dinner settled? I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“I’ll come with you.” Your mother stands. You bite your lip but you know she has something to say so you sigh. ‘It’ll be in relative privacy, so it’s better now than at the table.’
“Okay. Baby, can you…?”
“I can watch Cyan.” Jinx looks up, “Since Vi is going to be setting up dinner.” The tone in her voice makes you think she understands the situation.
“Thank you, Jinx.” You smile gratefully at her.
“Sounds good. I’ll help Vi with the dinner.” Your father announces. You nod and head out of the room with your mother. Peri fusses in your arms, reaching for your breasts, and you gently bounce her to get her to calm down. You were feeling a little nervous about what your mother had to say. She wasn’t happy about something and it could be anything relating to your current situation. So you take a seat on the couch in the small office as she closes the door behind you. You didn’t want to go to the nursery in case this became an argument.
“Is everything okay?” You ask as Peri latches on, holding her more protectively than you should be.
“No. No, everything is not okay, Y/n.” Your mother sighs, “My oldest child gets involved with a madman and comes home - months later - pregnant and I learn that the woman who did it is a whole new species. Then, I couldn’t see you for months and I’m… I’m worried. I’m worried you’re not okay or not as happy as you say.” You let out a relieved breath. You thought she might be against your decisions, but it turns out she was just being a worried mother. You feel touched and then you realize that she’s tearing up.
“Mom, don’t cry.” You gasp, “You’re going to make me cry.”
“I’m just- You’re my baby. Are you doing okay? You have five beautiful children, but that isn’t easy. I had a hard time with you when I first got pregnant. I wanted to hear your side of things. From what she told me, she is treating you right, but I need to make sure that’s true.”
“Honestly, I couldn’t be happier. Vi is so caring and attentive. Ever since coming home, I don’t have to lift a finger unless it’s necessary. She cooks, cleans, and handles the pups when I need to rest. Now that they’re sleeping longer, I can take over occasionally, but she still insists on doing everything. I mean- She’ll warm up the breastmilk I pumped and feed the pups before they start crying. If she notices that I’m doing more than needed, she’ll pick me up and put me on the couch... Vi really makes me feel so cared for, and she’s such an amazing mother. I swear I fall in love with her more and more every day.” You smile fondly. You’d have to beg Vi to let you do something around the house. Most of the time she responds with being the mother of her children is enough, but you’d get to do the laundry or cook from time to time.
“Oh, that makes me so happy to hear.” Your mother sniffles, wiping away her tears, “I just want the best for you, Y/n. When you told me what happened, I didn’t know what to do. Zaun is such a tough place to raise kids, but when I was informed you had been sponsored, I knew I could breathe easy. I even picked up extra shifts at work to prepare to help.”
“Mom...” You pull her into a hug, tearing up, “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course, I have to. You’re my daughter. I wouldn’t let you struggle as we did.” A knock sounds at the door before it’s opened by your sister who announces that dinner is ready. You finish up your conversation with your mom, wipe away your tears, and put your top back on. Peri is a ball of energy after eating and you’re able to hand her to your mom. You hold your breath as Peri stares up at her, glances at you, but doesn’t cry. Your mom starts crying again and you guide her out of the room as Peri coos at her to cheer her up.
Everyone is seated at the table and you find yourself without a baby in your arms for the first time in a while. Vi’s seated next to you, also without a baby in her arms. Cyan was now in Jinx’s arms while Trixie was trying to climb all over your sister. It was entertaining to watch them all try to eat while the pups caused trouble. The baby food you had prepared last night was all over the place, and everyone was laughing at the chaos. You share a look with Vi, leaning your head on her shoulder as you observe your family.
“It’s strange not having to fight to eat my food.” You giggle, “Or to get the pups to eat theirs.”
“I can agree with you.” Vi chuckles, “I’m enjoying this break.”
“The day’s not over yet. We have to give them baths.” You nudge her, “Are you ready to take a swim?”
“Me?” Vi’s eyes sparkle mischievously, “It’s your night to bathe them. I’ve decided to give you honors since I’ll be washing the dishes.”
“What?” You gasp playfully, “You’re sending me to my sudsy doom?”
“I’ll let everyone know how the bubbles attacked you.” She sighs solemnly.
“Maybe I’ll just have to give you a hug.” You tease her.
“You do that and I’ll tickle you.”
“That’s not fair! You’re not ticklish!”
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You were woken up sometime in the middle of the night to Vi getting into bed. It’s been a few months since your families came to visit and your mate had picked up a night job now that the pups were sleeping through the night. Once they were asleep, she headed out for a few hours but ended up in bed by one in the morning.
You hum softly as Vi drapes her arm over your hip and pulls you against her. “I missed you.” You mumble sleepily, “It’s too cold without you here.” The heat of her body against your back was a comfort to you. But, it was her scent that had the tension melting from your body. You couldn’t help but notice the spicy notes in her normally sweet fragrance.
“I missed you, too.” Vi whispers, kissing the top of your head as her fingers caress your hip. Even though you were sleepy, the feeling of her fingers against your bare skin sent tingles through you. That - along with the wet dream you’d been having - didn’t help with the slick of your arousal on the inside of your thighs. It’s been a while since the two of you indulged in each other beyond makeout sessions, and you’ve found yourself unbelievably horny these past few nights when she’s in bed with you. Vi wouldn’t push anything if she knew you were tired, so you knew she was feeling wound up from your scent alone.
“Baby. You can touch me. I don’t mind.” You glance over your shoulder to see her glowing irises trained on you.
“You need your sleep.” Vi whispers, her voice strained, “I’ll be okay for tonight.”
“I want you to touch me.” You insist, “I want you and I know you can smell my arousal. I can smell yours.” Vi doesn’t say anything, but her fingers continue to trace shapes against your skin. They glide down your body until Vi lifts your leg and hooks it over hers. You smile to yourself as she nuzzles you, being gentle so that you’re not forced into awakeness.
“Are you sure?” Vi asks, caressing the inside of your thigh as your nightgown slides down.
“I’m sure, my love. Please, touch me.” You snuggle closer to her, the heat radiating from her body making you sleepier than you were earlier. Vi kisses your hair and slips her fingers into you, eliciting a soft sigh from your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as her thumb brushes over your clit and you let yourself relax in her arms. Having your mate touch you like this after so long felt heavenly. There was no rush in the way her fingers slowly worked against your g-spot. You let out a low moan as Vi presses her thumb down harder, earning a pleased hum from her. This was the first time you’ve done this half-asleep and there was something special about it. You liked that neither of you was rushing through it and enjoying the moment.
“You’re so perfect.” Vi sighs happily, her pace picking up ever so slightly, “I’m so happy you’re the mother of our children.”
“Says the perfect one.” You giggle, “You’re always treating me so well. Even-” You’re cut off by a moan, pleasure shooting up your spine from something Vi does. You feel her chuckle, her pace slowing so you can speak clearly.
“Even in this moment.” You mumble, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Anything for my queen.” Vi purrs, nuzzling you some more. You’re not sure how much time passes, but you and Vi relish the peaceful moment between you two. The only sound in the room is your moans and Vi’s pleased growls from your reactions. There are a few sleepy words exchanged between the two of you, but most of it is spent quietly. Your orgasm rolls through you like a gentle wave, the blissful feeling only making you more tired.
You whine when Vi gets out of bed, but she returns with a damp rag to wipe you down. You’re practically asleep as she takes care to clean you up, sliding into bed next to you a few minutes later. With a kiss on your temple, Vi snuggles you and you fall asleep.
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“Why are we doing this again?” Vi grumbles as she agitatedly paces back and forth. There were a pair of plugs in her ears that Jayce said would dampen the reach of her hearing. You were thankful for it; with your enhanced range, it was almost too much for you, and you couldn’t hear as far as she does.
“Because you being a werewolf and Y/n giving birth to your pups is a breakthrough. Blah, blah, blah.” Jinx says absentmindedly as she fiddles with some fancy thing on the table.
“If I knew getting my mate pregnant was going to end up with her being paraded around like a show-pony, I would’ve killed everyone and ran away with her.” Vi huffs, crossing her arms. You chuckle to yourself and stand up, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder.
“Then we’d be figuring out how to raise five pups on our own.” You point out, “While your sister has been an amazing help, the first few months would’ve been hard without the nurses.” Vi pouts, squeezing you in her arms.
“Just because you're right doesn’t mean we wouldn't have figured it out.” Vi whines, making you and Jinx laugh. You were worried about being away from your pups. Your parents were watching them for the day, and this was the first time you’d left them for more than an hour. It helped that you knew they were well-behaved for their grandparents, but there was still a small part of you that is concerned. They were learning how to shift, after all.
The sound of the door opening has you all turning to the person. Mel smiles when she sees you, walking in with Jayce on her tail, “Well… the interviewer is ready for Vi. They want to talk about how she handled the changes in her body and things along that line. When they’re ready, Y/n will be called out to talk about her experiences. In the end, it’ll be both of you and they’ll open it up to crowd questions. The questions may be invasive since they’re all scientists and nurses but you can choose to deny any.”
“Thank you, Mel.” You hum, kissing Vi on the cheek, “I’ll be beside you soon, so don’t kill anyone.”
“We’ll see.” Vi kisses your forehead, before following them out of the room. You and Jinx plop onto the couch in front of the television to watch what happens. The interviewer enthusiastically introduced Vi to the crowd and they clapped in excitement as she walked out. ‘I’m so glad Jayce gave her those earplugs.’ You sigh in relief. The questions start off simple about her current daily life before delving into her childhood. At some point, you and Jinx were squeezing each other’s hands as Vi was asked some painful questions: Are your parents or other family members like you? How did you figure out you were different from normal people? When was the first time you changed? What brought these changes around? In between questions, Rebecca - the interviewer - was gushing over how charismatic and attractive Vi is. You felt a little smug knowing that she was all yours.
Singed didn’t reveal that he was the one who essentially created werewolves. He only took credit for being the one to discover them and indirectly help further the species. After you got pregnant, Singed actually shared his research with you. You learned that the main reason Vi was successful in becoming a werewolf was because of her genetics. There was something in her DNA that the serum had latched onto and it mutated. Vander only had part of the strand that Vi had, which is why it changed him but he ended up dying in the end. You and Vi agreed to make it seem like it was always something Vi had since that was partially the truth.
Overall, Vi’s portion of the interview went very well. You were a bit nervous that she might get triggered by something, but she got through it. There were a few moments where you noticed her clenching her fists or rolling out her shoulder, but she stayed in the chair. You were proud to see that and made up your mind to reward her when you got home. Mel came to pull you and you nervously followed her to the stage side. No one knew that you were the woman that Vi had mated with so no one batted an eye as you walked the halls with Mel. She quietly gave you some encouragement and advice on how to act which you greatly appreciated.
As you ended up at the side, Vi was dismissed and she lit up when she saw you. She didn’t care about the cameras or that the crowd could see her when she took off running towards you. You laugh and jump into her arms as she lifts you into a tight hug, wrapping your arms and legs around her. Vi noses your neck before kissing the area your bite mark is at and putting you down. She didn’t need to say anything to convey how much she missed you. Unfortunately, that was your only interaction before she was whisked away by Jayce. Mel nudges you with a smirk as you watch your mate walk away, making you give her a grin.
“Well, if that wasn’t introduction enough! I wish you could’ve seen the touching moment I just witnessed! Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the woman who made all of this possible, Y/n!” Rebecca calls you out onto the stage. You flinch slightly at the loud clapping but you take a deep breath and stride out, squinting slightly at the bright studio lights. Rebecca grins and holds out a hand for you to shake, “Y/n! I’m so glad you’re able to join us!”
“Thank you, Rebecca.” You chuckle, eyes darting to the very large crowd, “I’m a huge fan of your work. I loved your piece on Vastayas and how their animal heritage impacts their lives. It was very refreshing to have a positive, opinionless review of the species.” You smile brightly. Rebecca’s eyes widen in surprise and she puts a hand on her chest.
“Oh! Oh, my Gods, you’ve read my work? You have no idea how much it means for me to hear that! I’m kind of star-struck right now!” Rebecca laughs, “Now, I really want to just dive into these questions if that’s okay with you?”
“Go for it. That’s why I’m here, right?” You flash her a smile, trying not to glance at the crowd.
“Well, let’s start from the beginning. Why don’t you tell us how you ended up meeting Vi? We heard it from her perspective, but what was it like for you?”
You spent some time answering basic questions about your initial interactions with Vi. How you met, what happened during your work hours, and when you realized you were interested in her on a deeper level. The questions got a bit more invasive asking about your observations and how your body reacted around her. You admitted to taking the pills that restricted your pheromones so Vi wasn’t impacted by that. You went in-depth about your growing relationship and you could tell that she was really invested in what you were saying.
“Wow! Well, let’s bring Vi back out and get to the pressing questions!” Rebecca looks over your shoulder, and you turn in your seat as Vi’s scent hits you. You grin widely when you lock eyes with her and practically jump out of your seat. Vi’s caught by surprise when you grab her hands and sit her down in your chair. She chuckles when you sit on her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist.
“I missed you, too, cupcake.” Vi kisses your cheek. A loud chorus of “aw”s came from the crowd and the host.
“You two are adorable! I wish I had something like that.” Rebecca sighs wistfully.
“Sorry, Rebecca but I’m taken.” Vi jokes, making her laugh.
“I love this woman.” Rebecca chuckles, “So now that we have both of you out here… Who’s idea was it to go forward with mating?” Vi snickers while you blush fiercely, smacking her shoulder.
“It was me.” An embarrassed smile slides onto your face, “Vi had asked me if I would ever want to have her pups, and I was surprised but I said yes. I was in love with her at that point, and it only seemed right. I thought about it for a week, and the next time I was at the facility I told her I wanted her to get me pregnant.”
“Wow, just like that? And what about you, Vi? Were you surprised at all or was it something you sensed?” Rebecca’s eyes were wide as you two explained how things happened. It felt weird talking about an intimate moment like that in front of people. You thought you might burst from embarrassment when you were asked how Vi’s penis felt. Vi had cracked a joke asking if Rebecca was flirting with you, while you had denied answering the question. They moved to ask about the pregnancy and the pups and you had nothing but praise for Vi. The more you talked about your pregnancy and how much she adored the pups, the spicier Vi’s scent became. It took everything you had not to blush at her reaction.
“I’m reeling from all of this information!” Rebecca fans herself, “You have no idea how exciting this is. To know that your DNA changed to accommodate and support your pups is… that’s never happened before! Not even in Vastayan/Human pairs. Ah, I could go on about this forever, but let’s get to crowd questions!” The first few questions were really sweet and asked about your feelings for each other. Someone asked you to reconfirm how long you were pregnant - no one could believe it was nine weeks - and then came a question you wish the person was smart enough not to ask.
“Ms.Y/n, you said that your pheromones weren’t a factor in Vi’s attraction to you. Have you ever broached the possibility that something Vi possesses might factor into your attraction to her? Certain creatures, such as the fae, have an allure to them that brings in prey easily. Vi could possess such an allure which resulted in you allowing her to impregnate you.” The scientist who stepped up to the podium questions.
“E-Excuse me?” You stutter out in disbelief, glancing at Rebecca who’s just as surprised, “What are you saying here, exactly?” You feel your stomach drop just as Vi’s scent turns sour.
“There’s cause to believe that your infatuation with the werewolf may not be of your own volition. As you said, the relationship between the two of you took off quickly. Maybe too quickly?” A deep growl comes from Vi and you snap your head to her. You suck in a sharp breath at her glowing eyes, seeing nothing but pure rage within them. You yelp as Vi stands up with you in her arms, before placing you down on the couch.
“Vi-!” You grab her jacket sleeve, but the warning look she gives you has you letting go. You knew Vi could be very protective and wouldn’t hesitate to take out a threat. There was a time during your pregnancy when she killed someone who tried to mug you. She was nowhere near you and the poor guy didn’t even see it coming. One second he pulled out a knife and the next he was choking on his own blood. Vi refused to let you even take two steps away from her the rest of the time. So this? This made you nervous. Not only was he insulting you but your pups as well, and you were angry, too.
“If you are trying to insinuate that my mate is not with me willingly, then you are mistaken.” Vi’s voice comes out deadly calm, as she stands to her full height and stares him down, “Her consent means everything to me, and I would not have moved forward with her if anything seemed off. She communicated with me every step of the way, and wouldn’t be with me if it wasn’t of her own volition.” The worry you were feeling dies down and is replaced with pride. You knew it was hard for her to restrain herself when she was that angry - especially because her family was being insulted - so the fact that she was made you so happy and way more attracted to her.
“I’m just trying to approach it from another angle.” The scientist raises his hands in surrender, “I mean no harm.”
“What was your name, again?” Rebecca straightens up as Enforcers step onto the stage.
“I uh, didn’t say.” The scientist chuckles nervously.
“His name is Kamron Briggs.” Mel steps out onto the stage with a scowl on her face, “He’s an animal behaviorist that uses extreme measures to test his theories. His tests usually end with the subject being injured. He snuck in using an alias as he wasn’t on the invitation list, for good reason.” The Enforcers cuff him and Vi keeps her eyes trained on him as he’s escorted off of the stage. The rest of the event was quickly wrapped up after that as Vi was on high alert and they didn’t want to stress her out. You were escorted out of the building before the crowd was let out, but no one anticipated the crowd of press outside.
“That’s them!” Someone calls out, and the crowd pushes forward making the Enforcers panic. There were too many people for all of them to keep back, so Vi and Jinx kept you between them.
“Get back!” One of the Enforcers yelled.
“Y/n! How did you get Vi to fall in love with you?!”
“Vi! Is it true you killed a man?!”
“Y/n! How could you love a werewolf?! Would you say it’s like being with any other human?!” You kept your head down as Vi and Jinx kept people away from you. It was easy to ignore their questions as they’re all basic ones and they’d be answered when the official research information comes out.
“If you had to resort to fucking a beast, you must’ve been desperate!” Someone shouts from within the crowd and it makes your stomach turn.
“Why don’t you leave her and I’ll show you a real dick!” Another person shouts from the left. You clutch Vi’s shirt, her arm pressing you into her side and you see her claws come out.
“Why don’t you have my babies instead?!” The first voice shouts again. Two things happen at the same time. A gunshot sound makes the crowd scream and hurriedly back away, and Vi’s arm vanishes from around you. You snap your head to the sound of the gunshot to see Jinx clutching Zapper in her hand, knuckles white with a dark look on her face. A man was screaming on the ground, clutching the side of his head where his ear should be.
“Want to say that again?” Jinx says darkly, taking slow steps towards the man. It’s then you realize that Vi isn’t next to you, so you whirl around trying to find her. It’s not hard to spot her with the crowd quietly staring at her in fear, Vi in her werewolf form. Even the Enforcers don’t know what to do as they stand there frozen. Her hand is clutching some guy’s shirt, fist raised with bloody knuckles as blood streams from his nose.
“You want to say disgusting shit to my mate?! My mate?!” Vi snarls, fist hitting his face as another gunshot goes off. The crowd flinches but they don’t move, too awestruck by the sight in front of them. Vi throws the man toward the center of the crowd and he collides with the one Jinx shot. Not a second later, you find yourself pressed between Vi and Jinx who are both snarling at the men. Each woman has an arm around you protectively, Jinx pointing her gun at them while Vi’s claws glint dangerously. You know you’re going to hell when all you can think is how attractive Vi’s being right now.
Jinx made sure that the two of you got home safely, as she and Vi hissed about how disgusting those men were. ‘Piltoven people need to learn manners.’ Vi had spat out while Jinx nodded in agreement. ‘They’re lucky they’re not dead. I would’ve turned them into swiss cheese!’ Jinx huffed in return. The Enforcers had snapped out of their shock to take the men into custody. They had tried to take Vi and Jinx too before an Enforcer named Caitlyn came sprinting over to yell at them. She let you three go with an apology and a promise to stop by to get your statements.
You were relieved that you previously asked your parents to keep the pups for the night. You and Vi were in no state to be around your pups. The moment you got home, Vi swept you off of your feet and got into the shower with you. You were concerned by her lack of conversation, but you let her take control and wash you off. It wasn’t until you noticed that she was crying as she tried to dry you off that you stepped in.
“Vi. Baby. Baby.” You grab her wrists, “Hey… look at me.” You whisper. Vi slowly looks up at you and your heart breaks when you see a tear run down her face.
“Hey… I know what those men said earlier was horrible but you know I’d never leave you.” You gently wipe them away, “I’m not with you for any other reason than for wanting to be with you.”
“I know, I just- They’re right. I’m not human. Y-You could’ve been with anyone else and you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Vi shakes her head. You frown and flick her nose, making her flinch.
“I love you, Vi. I love you for who you are. Please, don’t doubt that.” You caress her cheek, “Falling in love with you was the best decision I made.”
“Really?” Vi whispers.
“Really.” You whisper back, glancing at the bed, “Come on. Lay down for me. This time, it’s all about you and not me.” You guide her to the bed, Vi tilting her head in confusion as she lays down. You smile at her and straddle her hips, her hands automatically resting on yours.
“I want your permission to touch you. This is not about me. You will not be pleasuring me in any way.” You say sternly, “It’s time I show you how much I love you.”
“You have my permission. I-I’ll try my best not to touch you.”
“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” You lean down, your lips hovering over hers as you wait for her response.
“Okay.” Vi breathes out and you kiss her. You take your time with her, slowly letting your hands roam her body. You start at her neck, working your way down to her chest where you knead her breasts. She groans against your lips and you pull away to suck on one of her nipples, your fingers teasing the other. You loved the feeling of her breasts in your hands, taking extra time to pay them close attention and whisper praises to her.
“Y/n.” Vi pleads, her hands twitch as she fights the need to touch you, “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” You purr, stopping your hands.
“Please, please touch me.” She says, her breathing heavier than earlier.
“Touch you where, Vi.” You kiss her chest, “Tell me where you want me.”
“C-Could you… eat me out?” Vi blushes as she asks this question. You giggle and kiss her forehead before lifting her legs onto your shoulders.
“My, my, why are you so shy?” You say teasingly, “What happened to my big bad wolf?”
“I’ve… never had you touch me before. I don’t- this is new to me.” Vi stutters, “I just know I really want your tongue between my legs.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” You kiss the inside of her thigh, “I know.” You eye her wet cunt, surprised that she was so turned on from you playing with her boobs. You lick her slit, your eyes widening at her sweet taste. That alone made you want to dive right in, but you were taking your time. You do it a few more times earning you a whine from your mate, before you chuckle and dip your tongue inside of her.
You didn’t hold yourself back as you ate her out. The heat of her pussy against your face, her taste and the gasping moans coming from her gets you excited. You can feel yourself getting wet from her reaction and it only spurs you on more.
“B-Baby, stop- I- aaahh.” You stop when you hear Vi say stop and give her a concerned look.
“Is everything okay? Was it too much?” You soothingly rub her thigh.
“No, I umm…” Vi’s blushing heavily at this point, “I can feel that sensation I had from the last time my penis appeared. I- I didn’t want it to come out.”
“Why not?” You tilt your head.
“I don’t want to get you pregnant.” Vi’s bites her lip nervously, “Human birth control doesn’t work.”
“You don’t have to enter me.” You settle yourself back on her hips, “I can get you off in a different way, but only if you want me to.” Vi stares into your eyes for a moment before she nods. Her hands are on your hips and she lifts you onto your knees. You look down as you feel something rub against your clit, your cheeks heating up when you see Vi’s swollen cock head nudging it.
“A-Are you sure about this?” Vi questions nervously, letting you go. You huff, lowering your hips to slide your wet lips against her. You shiver in delight as you feel her hot cock brush against you, stimulating your clit in the process. Vi lets out a low moan, reminding you just how sensitive she is.
“I’m sure.” You coo, grinding down on her. You watch your mate’s face as you do, smiling as she tries to hold back another moan. It felt amazing for you, too, but you were focused on her. You didn’t care if you came, only that she did.
“Can you feel that, Vi?” You hum, “Can you feel how wet I am for you?”
“Yes!” Vi gasps, her claws twisting into the sheets. You lick your lips at the sight of her pre-cum dripping onto her chest. ‘If she wasn’t so big, I’d be more than happy to suck her off.’ You sigh longingly.
“Really?” You question innocently, purposefully rubbing her head against your slit, “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Vi growls, her eyes glowing, “You’re testing my control, Y/n.”
“Sorry, baby.” You kiss her apologetically, continuing to grind against her, “I’m aching for you inside me, too. Only your cock can satisfy me.” You pant, the pleasure getting to you.
“Fuck.” Vi moans, her cock twitching between your thighs, “Don’t say that.”
“But it’s true.” You purr, kissing her shoulder, “Only you can satisfy me. Only you can breed me so easily. Only you.” You kiss her shoulder again, before you give into a sudden urge to bite her. Vi lets out a choked moan, her cock pulsing against you as she cums. You don’t stop grinding until you’re sure she stops, managing to make yourself orgasm in the process.
You lick the blood from your lips, a pleased hum sounding when you see the bite mark you left behind. Vi’s eyes are unfocused as you observe her to make sure she’s okay. Her penis shrinks back into her clit leaving behind a significant mess of cum on you, her and your sheets. You patiently wait for Vi to come down from her high, giving her soft kisses on the forehead.
“I-I’m sorry, I made a mess. I-”
“-ssshhh, baby.” You chuckle, “I’ll clean you up, don’t worry. And, don’t apologize for the mess. I like it.” You wink and grab a wet towel to clean her up. Vi watches you with an unreadable expression as you take care of her. When you’re all cleaned up, you toss the dirty sheets into the wash and lay back down with her. Vi immediately pulls you into cuddles, leaving kisses all over your face as you giggle.
“I love you.” Vi says softly, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.” You nuzzle her, “I love you very much.”
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You smile happily as you watch Vi play around with the pups in her werewolf form. Your families had agreed to meet up at the park this morning, and you spent all day here. You took turns walking around the park with each of the pups and getting to spend one-on-one time with them.
Everyone was here, including your brother who finally decided to spend time with his older sister. Jinx and your sister we’re running around and playing little jokes on each other. It brought you relief to know that Jinx brought your sister out of her shell. They rambled to you about doing graffiti together and they were even roommates at the college. You were glad that someone else got something from your relationship with Vi.
“Have you ever thought about having more?” Your mother questions as she sits next to you on the picnic blanket. Your dad and your brother were grilling at one of the stations. They had spent extra money on some quality cuts of meat, claiming that it was okay to do so sometimes, especially for a family dinner.
“More pups? Ah, briefly. I try not to think about it because the moment Vi gets any idea that I’m entertaining the thought, she’ll be all over me.” You chuckle, eating a piece of pineapple.
“Really? She wants more that badly?” She raises an eyebrow.
“It’s not a want for her. It’s a need.” You look at Vi helping up Andre who tumbled down, “She explained it to me last night. There’s a part of her that won’t feel secure until we have more. She needs to ensure that the species survives, but she also doesn’t want to push me. If I don’t want more, she said she’ll live with it.”
“That’s one thing I like about her. She respects you and your choices.”
“She does.” You smile, “That’s why I fell in love with her. She’d even fight her own instincts if it meant she could be with me.” Your father calls for dinner, and you get up to help round up your pups. Dinner is filled with laughter and joy as everyone eats. Vi kept an arm around you the whole time while Rose sat in your lap. At the end, your father insisted you two spend some alone time so you went down to the waterfront cabana.
“This view is absolutely beautiful.” You sigh, leaning against Vi as you watch the sky start to change colors. A soft breeze blows in from the sea and you find yourself really appreciating where you are. The sound of giggling from your pups and families in the background puts a smile on your face.
“It is, but I rather look at the woman in my arms.” Vi hums and kisses your head, “How could I pass up someone beautiful like her?” You giggle and look up at her, earning you a kiss on the forehead and nose.
“You’re so sweet, you know that?” You turn in her arms with a grin, “I don’t deserve to be treated as well as you treat me.”
“Are you kidding me?” Vi scoffs, “You deserve to be treated like a princess. Not only are you an amazing woman, but you’re a wonderful mother and partner. I always say you don’t need to do any work around the house because being the mother of my pups is enough… but I really do mean it. You made me feel loved, especially last night. You made me feel like there was a reason to carry on. You gave me a reason to carry on and continued to love me even when you saw the real me. In my eyes, you’ve done everything… well, almost everything.”
“Almost everything?” You teasingly raise an eyebrow, “What haven’t I done?”
“I’m glad you asked.” Vi grins mischievously, taking a step back before she gets down on one knee. You stop breathing as Vi pulls a small black box out of her jacket pocket. ‘No. No. That can’t- She’s not doing what I think she’s doing.’ You blink in shock.
“Y/n… Eleven months ago, you came into my life when I thought there was nothing left for me. You made me so happy every time you came to visit, that I couldn’t sleep until I saw you.” You laugh softly, blinking back tears, “I thought of a life with you. I thought of having pups with you, and I asked you if you would have them with me not knowing if that would turn you away. But, it didn’t and we have five little ones together… It only feels natural to ask you, Y/n… Will you marry me and be my wife?” Vi opens the box and a beautiful ring sits in a cushion of velvet. The very same ring you used to ramble to your mother about when you talked about marriage. Your family was in on it. That’s must’ve been why they got such a nice dinner.
“I…” You take a deep breath, trying to will the words to leave your lips, “I will. I will marry you, Vi.” You nod furiously, tears running down your face as you look at her. Vi grins widely, taking the ring and slipping it onto your finger right before you throw yourself into her arms. She falls over onto the deck, but you don’t care as you kiss her fiercely, overwhelmed with emotions. You hear cheering in the distance as your families celebrate, no doubt watching from where they’re sitting in the grass. ‘Nosy Nancies!’
“Why don’t we go show our families?” Vi suggests as you get up.
“Let’s go.” You smile, intertwining your fingers, “Are you sure you want to marry me?” You joke.
“I just put a ring on your finger.” Vi grins, “What else do you want me to do?”
“Another kiss would be nice.” You smile at her. Vi leans in but you’re jolted apart by a loud scream. Your eyes widen as Jinx and your sister come rushing towards you two.
“I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!” Your sister screams, “CONGRATULATIONS!” You and Vi laugh as you’re swarmed by your family. The pups picking up on the excitement and giggling along. You were elated about the turn of events, tossing Cyan up and down with joy. It looks like you have a wedding to plan.
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auroramoondrop · 2 years
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Random modern headcanons for Sevika
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Mentions: mention of death, smut, fluff, slight angst, soft Sevika, switch Sevika, funny shit between y'all, etc.
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^Sevika would 100% use her role as an excuse to visit Piltover's expensive casinos with her girlfriend.
^She is so cute cause she is SO excited, going against rich squibs with big egos. With her hot ass arm candy on her lap encouraging her.
^Sevika thinks you look hot when playing the arcade slots. However, nothing beats when you're playing black Jack. She is your personal slut when you play. (If she didn't have a reputation you would make her sit in your lap or sit on the ground with her head nuzzling your inner thigh like the big bad dog she is-)
^When she isn't at work or playing poker, she's at home with you doing whatever y'all can find.
^Both of you can be hard gamers, your favorites to play with each other would be Resident Evil 8, Genshin impact (she wasn't interested until you showed her, only liked the women in there and occasionally the cute monsters she had to slaughter like the slimes),
^Loves Lady Dimitrescu, has those fucking mods where she is in lingerie or something.
^Sevika is the female version of Heisenberg, literally laughs at everything he says and says his mutated form is the most badass one.
^Bullies Moreau, she's so mean to him. Says every insult she could think of when she's trying to avoid acid being thrown at her. Sevika wants to drop kick Angie's annoying ass, one time when Angie jumps scared her, she made a high-pitched scream, and she threatened you not to ever talk about it while your wheezing over her flushed face.
{You nuzzle yourself into your girlfriend's neck, inhaling her scent. A sudden annoying voice announces herself; 'Oh, you're still alive, huh?' A short high pitched scream comes from the woman startling you. She pauses the game and silence.
"We will never talk about thi-," you started to laugh seeing her face so dark with an irritated stare. You kiss her reassuringly as she holds you closer hiding her face.}
^She is a whale on Genshin, her damage is fucking amazing, the best of the best artifacts and weapons. She will remind you to play with her when domains are open to see which characters need what.
^Loves going to secret sceneries with you, maybe shooting fireworks in that one event with the heart-shaped ones with both of your favorite characters. I hc her favorite is Rosaria and yours is Ganyu.
^Gets extremely jealous if you win 50-50 pity and she doesn't, she might have played a long time but man does she want Raiden Shogun (I have her but sadly haven't built her yet-), y'all can destroy the battlefield with Sevika's Zhongli and your Raiden Shogun.
^Shes the girlfriend we all love that farms for you if you dont want to, makes food for you, fights bosses and domains for weapons and artifacts, and does some challenging events for you. She was shocked about your shit but surprisingly good build, you don't understand stats well so she makes sure to help you.
^Sevika plays scary games for both of your entertainment though you both almost piss your pants- (it has happened before but that's a conversation for later)
^FNAF was a hellish nightmare to play cause how she gets mad at Foxy for running, Springtrap for being a creep, Nightmare Fredbear for being a bitch, Ballora's million 'aborted babies' as Sevika calls them, and Sundrop sounding like a predator in her words.
^Oh this bitch hates Balloon boy, threatens to deck him every time she sees him.
^Her favorites are: Foxy (love-hate relationship), Mangle, Marinette, Springtrap cause he in your words is just like her but worse, Plushtrap (her son), Ennard, and Monty and her is literally the same person change my mind.
^Has teared up about the sad storyline, also when she thought about her playing the first game to the last. (It would be half of her adulthood)
^Loves movie nights! Sevika always gets excited jumping into comfortable clothing, soft pillows and warm blankets, many many snacks and drinks, and a variety of movies to choose from.
^She doesn't care what movies she really watches, only wants to hold you and plant your face with kisses. Maybe soft make-out sessions that make her cheeks burn after. (If she's really happy she squeals and it's so cute)
^Sevika loves horror films to make fun of, sometimes it can scare her. Any horror movie involved with dolls will involve her clutching you and declining profusely that she isn't scared. If she does get scared, she will hide herself in your neck.
^You would hold her and give her a comforting make-out with you cradling her face. Sevika might get a little aroused and submissive, take that chance to go behind and fuck her with the strap earning you whines and moans. (The Scoop Me Up position so you can hold her close, this is the intimacy she craves a lot)
^She likes Tim Burton movies, family comedy movies like Over the Hedge and Chicken Run, seasonal movies, and maybe Digimon since you love it. (She bullies you on how it's the rip-off version of Pokemon. Once she watches it, she's invested, if you don't have the whole series, she will get it for you. Will without a doubt sing the intro with you)
^THIS WOMAN WOULD ADORE WHITE CHICKS. Sevika would be choking on her Assult Monster energy drink when Terry and the car meme come on.
^Sevika doesn't wear anything feminine in public, but in private, she enjoys wearing a few clothes out of her usual attire. She wears some nightgowns to see you ogle at her and worship her, she has 3 sets of lingerie, a dark navy blue, a dark orchid purple, and an obsidian black.
^She owns a dark magenta sundress that she was embarrassed to show you but after she got comfortable, you would catch her looking at herself in the mirror taking pictures. (Sevika gets flustered knowing you were behind her though she carries you in her big arms and goes to cuddle)
^Acts like she hates when you put make-up on her or dress her up, she really fucking loves it and is surprised she hasn't got on one knee yet. (She will ;)
^Music taste is all over the place, mostly rock like Halestorm, Aerosmith, Alt-J, and Siamés, she loves metal, some hip-hop like icp, alternative indie, won't mind Jazz if the mood is like the song Speakeasy by ernst, and R&B.
^Doesnt seem like the country kind of person? Oh, yes she is. Singing Carrie Underwood to the top of her lungs or some other shit. It grows on you eventually. The reason she likes it so much is because when Vander, Benzo, and Silco we're alive, Vander and Benzo and her would sing drunkenly while Silco hummed the songs. To her, it was good memories and if Vander and Benzo didn't show her country she wouldn't have liked it.
^Sevika goes to concerts when she is able to, mostly rock or metal concerts, you will be on her shoulders and if a brawl pit happened, you would be taken far away from it while she goes back and joins it. (Every concert it happens and bands love her so they give her free stuff and talk to her sometimes. She also gets a lot of injuries depending on the severity which you take care of her with a scowl.
{ "I can not believe you sometimes!" You said with a scowl, Sevika only chuckles wrapping her arm around you.
"Come on babe, it's not as bad the last one. Besides, we got some free merch from my title, and your favorite snacks." She howls with laughter when you punch her arm, saying ow in the process with how built she was. "Careful, doll, I need my little nurse in tip-top shape to care for me."
Rolling your eyes she keeps snickering, sliding into your truck after she had opened it for you, (2022 Ram 1500). Sevika got in on her side and started the car, pulling out of the drive way, her hand resting onto your thigh when she was on the road. An idea popped into your head,
"This little nurse must make sure you don't hurt yourself anymore, I think something more than just bandages is required..." You took her hand and put it on your inner thigh, you hear her slight gasp that turned into a loud groan. Her warm flesh hand gripped hard on the supple flesh, causing whimpers to interrupt your throat.
"Oh, I think I really need something more miss nurse, I haven't been healing properly..."}
^This woman has a emotions like a stone wall sometimes, killing people and having to watch the people you used to talk to, die at your hands, the same people you probably once greeted in respect. Watching Zaun be at it's worst than before, it slowly kills her like a plague
^You can tell when she is overwhelmed and sad cause she becomes too quiet and says a low 'I'm fine', you would ask her a couple more times before she tells you to leave her alone. Sevika would snap at you and yell at you to leave, but, she regrets it after seeing tears, she realizes you're scared to leave her with her thoughts.
^Once you both calmed down and approach the topic again, she only looks at you for a short moment and bawls, you hold her while she grips on you for dear life and sobs into your chest. Sevika would tell you what's on her mind, cuddle her, kiss her forehead, and tell her stories even if it's boring, she would fall asleep on top of you.
^Miss girl can. Not. Handle. Spicy. Shit.
^Lets say you are a spice lover, you build your spice tolerance and can eat super spicy stuff. She can handle max at Buffalo wings, even then it's too spicy. You had challenged her to try Kimchi with you and it didn't go as well.
{ You sigh contently, Kimchi was like your comfort food, you had Hawaiian rolls to dip it in. While you were enjoying yourself, your girlfriend was not.
"BABE IM GOING TO VIOLENTLY THROW UP FUCKING FIRE!" Sevika screamed across the house making you laugh hard, she tried water, vanilla milk, and now the black cherry ice cream.
She walked into the living room with a runny nose and tears, the spice was unreal and Sevika swore her organs would melt. She sat down beside you with her ice cream, she looked cute all pouty.
"It's not fair, I want to enjoy this shit but my fucking tastes buds are sensitive. Have my leftovers." She slides the bowl to you, you kiss her swollen hot lips, Sevika hummed cheerfully.}
^Late night talks are something precious to her, you can talk about things you would never tell anyone else. Sevika talks about her past, her dad, her adopted siblings, her mother, Vander Benzo, Mylo and Claggor. Her deep regrets could kill her.
^She loves when you just listen and map her face. She will also listen to your story, Sevika could cry hearing the shit people put you through.
^If you start crying she is immediately pushing you against her, hushing you with soft affrimations. Sevika understands this pain, she knows how monsterous people can be, and be damned if she could kill every soul that had hurt you.
^Now let's be honest, you both are very open and have no privacy, Sevika thought she had some dignity and respect. But, oh boy when you came into her life, nothing was private. Her little wifey ass, yes you, would bust open the bathroom door while she is trying to use the restroom. She would throw anything in her reach at you to get out.
^It can be her showers, her changing, her doing paperwork, you don't care. You'll just come up and talk about whatever's on your mind, if it's when she is getting out of the shower, you are sitting on the toilet ranting on about your boss not giving you vacation days when it's near Christmas, you'll then stop to admire your girlfriend with a quick comment, 'double cheeked up on Saturday baby? Fine as hell, Vika.' You go back to what your talking about while Sevika carries you to lay in bed. (Dont worry she's listening, she will definitely have a talk with your boss as in life or death)
^Sevika is the same, there's just no privacy, if you're changing or you were caught naked, the wholesome part is her thoughts aren't about sex. Rather, she wants to cling to you and hold your body to a throne. She will leave if you ask but don't think she won't come back.
^If you are clothes shopping, the store is going to hate the both of you. You and Sevika are trouble-makers, if she sees a basket full of 'balls', she's jumping in and some of the balls will escape the basket. Is also disgusted if you make a joke about her being straight.
{The utter disappointment on the worker's face was visual once you and your girlfriend walked in, you look at her and grab her face with both hands.
"We are just shopping for clothes, no funny business Sev." She sneered and put her hands up in a mocking surrender.
"That's the plan baby." You both knew something might happen, Sevika grabbed a grocery cart and she had the mischievous look in her eyes.
"If you fall im going to laugh hard." She looked to you, the back at the cart, she started to speed walk, then sprint, her feet off the floor and leaning her body weight on the cart. She loses her grip. Sevika's face before doom was so fucking funny, her eyes bulging out of her head and mouth agape.
"SHIT-!!" Unfortunately, she caught herself. She was panting from fright. You on the other hand were giggling madly.
"Dumbass! Stop acting like a child and be a responsible adult for once Sevvy." Sevika flipped you off while you still had a wide grin on your face.
On the trip to the clothing aisle, you see an assortment of balls in a large holding basket. An brilliant thought came to mind, looking towards your girlfriend absorbed in a child's toy, your face softens.
Sevika didn't get a lot of toys when she was little, they were too pricey so she watched other kids, mostly topside kids, play. You were definitely going to buy the toy in secret later.
"Hey Sevika." Your tone is delicate, her head flips to you. She hummed in question. "I dare you won't jump in that ball basket!"
She looks ahead of her to see it, she side-eyes you. "Thought you said stop acting like a child and be a responsible adult?" You pout, with your bottom lip puckered out and sad eyes, she lets out a girly laugh and looks back.
Sevika starts charging toward the basket, jumping in. Half of the balls escape and hid behind your cart from being hit. You fall to the ground completely and start howling into fits of giggles, she wouldn't do this shit for anyone except you. That's what made her soft.
After some struggle and with your help she gets out of the basket, you kiss her nose and whisper,
"Damn Sevika I didn't know you have a love for balls, im surprised." She scowls and crushes you in a bear hug.
"Shut the fuck up, you know I love that useless hole of yours, babydoll." You whimper and hid yourself in her neck, she chuckled lowly.
"I guess I'll make the exception, if you use the strap on me tonight." Sevika eagerly nodded and pulled you into a hard kiss, lustfully dangerous.
She pulls back and pulls you into the clothing sections. You start grabbing everything you'll think you and Sevika will like, throwing them into her arms.
"And the only balls I like are on your chest." You pause and look back at her reddened face, you pull her face down to give her kisses on her red-dusted cheeks.
"Sure, darling."}
^You did get her the child's toy. She almost cried, she also bought you a choker matching to hers.
^Sevika would be so excited about the machinery, the toy was of a robotic puppy that can act exactly like a dog. It can also speak so you can talk to it like a person.
^She was delicate to build it, you had to put it on charge and the next morning when you told Sevika it was done, she ran like a child on Christmas morning. You named the dog Bimo! (Pronounced BMO) (Should I make a one-shot of her and Bimo interacting?)
^If you have any holidays you want to celebrate, she'll make sure you get it. Sevika doesn't mind celebrating or not with other holidays however, the one she will only ask to celebrate is Día de Los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.
^Ever since she was a toddler, her family encouraged to celebrate the holiday. Sevika lost a lot of friends, family, and comrades. She would put on the face paint and go to Piltover to get flowers to set on all the graves that had died for Zaun or other causes. Nobody knew much about the holiday until you told everyone that Sevika done it, then half of Zaun celebrate it.
^Silco was the one who planned a huge party every year dedicated to Día de Los Muertos. He done it to thank Sevika for her hard work and to honor those who died for Zaun's cause. She was thankful that you told everyone, not saying it of course, but her actions proved it.
^Sevika had a Boston Terrier named Benji, after an incident that lead him to his death, you surprised her with another named Andromeda who was a Papillon. She is a crazy fluff ball and brings Sevika joy.
^She'll never admit it however, one day she wants to settle down with you and start a family. When she was younger she didn't because she didn't want to treat her child like she was treated. As time went by, she found the perfect wife, you, she thinks she's ready for one.
^You and her pick out names for the child, how you will raise it, what school, and other opportunities you can save money for. You have everything figured out but you both need Zaun better to achieve your dreams.
^Sevika really loves you, she is working on saying it more but her actions really show it.
Hope you love the hc cause I sure as hell did. Hope you all have wonderful day!
Goodbye my Stardroplets! Aurora out!
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gay4tiddies · 2 years
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Painted Hearts
Part 2
This is part two of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just before series plot begins.
Reader uses she/her pronouns.
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Part 2: In which you encounter a stranger turned familiar face.
“Who’s Pennywise….?” a voice called from above, echoing off the metallic walls, sealing the space in an empty, eerie silence.
Those few seconds felt as if your very heart had stopped beating, stolen away by the fear that struck you in this rapid realisation. The realisation that you are not, in fact, alone right now.
“…heya toots, ya still there?” The, now notability female, voice questioned your silent response, tone hesitantly curious.
Politeness compelling you, a barely strung together reply was sent resounding upwards.
“Down here?… More like what’s up there? Ahaha… ha.”
Fuck that was a frightfully unfunny joke.
Yet your poor joke was met with melodious laughter, even a few snorts as it died down.
“Geez! I didn’t realise the voices in my head could be funny.”
Squinting upwards, you’d frown at the response you’d received. Heck, either this person was a nut-job and you’d somehow trespassed into an hidden asylum, or you’d hit your head so hard that you’d become the looney.
“Mate- I doubt the inside of your head is a junkyard of-“ You’d carefully pick up what you’d imagine to be some sort of exploded bomb, glow stick reflecting off charred metal. “explosive waste and paint buckets?”
“Pyrotechnics and paint waste… hol’ up are ya hanging in my garbage disposal?”
A faint figure could now be seen peering over the edge of a fan blade, balancing hazardously over the pit. You’d wave your fading neon arms in signal, gaining an enthusiastic wave back.
“Woah! …by Ioun ya really are down there. Hah, and there I was questioning my sanity!”
By Ioun?
Ioun as in the God of knowledge in Arcane lore? Now vaguely recalling the blurred monkey mural which had haphazardly caused your very ending up in here, you’d link two and two… This person must be some sort of mentally deranged Arcane fan whose taken to hanging out in the sewers.
“Yeah…” you’d laugh awkwardly, “so there wouldn’t happen to be a staircase somewhere down here? I mean, as charming as it is - I’d rather not risk being down here with…potentially active bombs?”
Another spout of laughter, then followed by a, admittedly attractive, deep chuckle. “Darlin’ there ain’t nothing like a staircase down there… But lil’ old me could find ya a rope I suppose.”
“That’d work just fine thanks!” you’d call appreciatively upwards, the figure then disappearing behind the fan blade. Sounds of items being thrown around could be heard faintly, of which you assumed was the searching for said rope.
“Found ya!” The stranger cried from above, rushed footsteps tracing their way back to the blade edge before a thick twine of rope was cast towards you.
“Tied it to the wall so ya should be safe… ish.”
“Reassuring…” you’d mutter before clasping the rope. It was something like the rope you’d see at a gym, but with regular knots that worked as footholds of a sort. Climbing up was easy enough, putting aside your aching muscles, yet looking down at the pit bellow was what scared you shitless.
Climbing with invigorated enthusiasm to get the fuck to the safely of firm ground, you neared the blade edge. Taking a deep breath, you gripped the metallic surface with one hand, shakily reaching out with the other.
A cool hand clasped yours, notably long nails lightly dig into your skin as you were pulled up by surprising strength. Perhaps too much strength, as the woman quickly lost her balance, falling backwards with a confused yelp, dragging you over with her.
Falling forwards, your eyes were shut tightly as you barely managed to hold an arm out, stopping yourself from crushing your saviour. Your forearm ached from the force of the fall as you hesitantly open your eyes into the dim light, gaze resting on the wincing face beneath yours.
And Holy fuck… Sure the lighting bellow had been shitty, but hell she looked practically animated. It was as if you were gazing straight into your phone screen.
Dark brows furrowed from the pain of the fall, cupid-bow lips parted, breathless, a slight gap between her front teeth. Her skin seemed to glow power white, not a freckle in sight as captivating blue locks lay in disarray over her heart-shaped face. Your eyes follow the tangle of braids, laying snaked across the painted floor around you both, clasps shining faintly in the flickering lights.
Shadowed, strikingly blue eyes now stare back into yours, barely hidden shock fading into a smug smirk accompanied by a raised brow.
“Nice to meet ya too toots.” She rasped, bringing a hand to your cheek, tracing the neon shapes curiously as you locked eyes.
Her tone seemed playful, however it barely masked her intentions. A dangerous gaze filled with an unspoken threat. You froze like a deer in headlights as cold metal brushed your skin.
“Now how ‘bout you tell me just what ya were doing down there?”
She was going to get an answer out of you, and if she didn’t like what you told her… then the handgun at your temple told you just what she’d do.
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veryvaughnny · 2 years
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Btw I'm les 💕
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j-art-2d2 · 2 years
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taking ekko requests!! anon said they’re starved and i wanna deliver!! pls send !
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obsessedduh · 1 month
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need more jinx smut 🤞 what about what about Jinx catching f!reader masturbating and deciding to offer a helping hand 😋 (consented!!)
ok anon!! i love these requests so much!
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Jinx who currently was out doing busy with Silco at a late notice which leaves you on your own in her hideout, needing her more than ever.
your panties are soaking and as you imagine your blue-haired girlfriend fingers toying with your sensitive nub while making out with you or when she's fucking you senseless with her strap. you just really miss her but she was coming back in like an hour!
so when you when your lower half of clothes were thrown on the floor and your index and middle finger was nuzzled deep inside your cunt imagining it was your girlfriends fingers inside of them, you weren't surprised.
your eyes closed shut as you fingered yourself, for around five minutes now, you've grown frustrated, normally Jinx would make you cum within the five minutes but you were nowhere close! you whine in annoyance as you go faster, desperate for an orgasm, moans and whines slipping out of your lips.
until you were saved by your very own superhero, Jinx who came home early! she saw you and chuckled softly under her breath so you couldn't hear. she snuck up to you and...
"boo!"
you gasp, eyes shooting open and your fingers immediately pulling out of your cunt. you turn around to see your long-haired girlfriend who you were so happy to see right now.
"hiya sugar, i see you've missed me as much as i've missed you!"
you nod in response and she laughs and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"does that mean you want my fingers, darling?"
you nod and let out a string of yes's and pleases's, begging her to put those pretty fingers of hers deep inside your cunt. she gives you toothy grin and slips her hand in between your legs and slips two fingers in your pussy while using her thumb to do 8's on your clit.
you moan as you recieve the touch that's been neglecting you for an hour. you clench, her fingers curling into the sweet, spongy spot that feels so good. she chuckles and looks at your dazed out face, too zoned out from the pleasure to realise she's looking at you.
she connects her mouth with yours, kissing you sloppily and hungrily, muffled moans into the kiss and you feel your core tighten up and Jinx knew how close you were to orgasm from how tight your pussy was clenching around her fingers.
"you gonna cum, love?"
as soon as you let a weak yes. she thrusts her fingers and couple more times before you come undone on her fingers. she pulls out of your pussy and licks her fingers clean.
"mmm...taste so sweet, toots! wanna do it again?"
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「 ✦ cloud nine. ✦ 」
Mattheo riddle x reader
Summary: The "jinx girl," as they call her, is said to bring bad luck. However, when Mattheo Riddle decides to get to know the school's most neglected girl and takes matters into his own hands, Y/N's life is turned upside down in a mere night.
Warnings:fluff,smut, angst
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The whispers followed me like a shroud, a constant murmur that swirled around the edges of my existence. "The jinx girl ," they hissed, punctuated by snickers and pointed fingers. Bad luck, they believed, clung to me like a second skin, a misfortune I carried wherever I went.
Hogwarts, a place that promised magic and wonder, had become a labyrinth of avoidance. Empty seats flanked me in Potions, desks strategically moved away in Charms, and hushed conversations abruptly stopped when I entered the room. I was a pariah, a freak, the girl who supposedly brought misfortune upon anyone who dared come close.
Every dropped potion, every sprained ankle, every lost Quidditch match - all blamed on me, Y/N Y/L/N, the harbinger of bad luck. Hogwarts, once a dream, had become a prison. Even the ghosts seemed to cower at my presence.
Professor Flitwick, a whirlwind of energy and charm despite his diminutive stature, announced a project for our Charms class.
"Partnering up for a Conjuring Extravaganza!" he squeaked, his voice a high-pitched melody. "Showcase your enchanting skills with a partner of your choosing!"
The room erupted in excited chatter, students scrambling to find their partners. I, however, remained rooted to the spot, a familiar ache twisting in my gut. Who would want to pair up with the cursed child? As if sensing my despair, Professor Flitwick's bright blue eyes twinkled in my direction.
"Don't worry, Miss Y/L/N," he chirped, "there's always a perfect match for everyone!"
His words offered little comfort. The pairings continued, each giggling duo a stark reminder of my isolation. Just when I resigned myself to another solo project, a voice cut through the din.
"I'll pair with Y/L/N ."
The classroom fell silent. Heads swiveled in unison, disbelief etched on their faces. It was Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin prince with a reputation as sharp as his intellect .
Professor Flitwick, however, beamed like a firework had gone off in his tiny fist. "Excellent choice, Mr. Riddle!"
My jaw dropped. Mattheo Riddle? Partnering with me ? the jinxing girl ? It was as unexpected as a dragon hatching a pixie. A ripple of surprised murmurs coursed through the class. Did he just volunteer? Was this a cruel joke?
stole a glance at Mattheo, half expecting a smirk or a sly wink that would shatter the illusion of kindness.
But instead, he met my gaze with a genuine, albeit hesitant, smile. It was a rare sight on his usually stoic face, a flicker of warmth that sent a jolt through me. He sauntered over, his confident stride somehow softened as he approached me.
"Fancy working together, (Y/N)?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. It was the first time he'd ever addressed me directly, to talk to , and the informality sent a wave of heat rushing to my cheeks.
"I... I uh, sure," I stammered, still struggling to process the situation.
Professor Flitwick launched into the specifics of the project, outlining the different magical creatures we could try conjuring. Mattheo, however, seemed more interested in me. He leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper.
"So," he began, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "what kind of magic are you most comfortable with love ?"he said, pulling up a chair next to me.
My heart skipped a beat. No one had ever used that term – "love" – with me before. It was a small word, but in that moment, it felt like a lifeline thrown across the chasm of isolation.
A hesitant smile tugged at my lips. "I, uh, I'm actually quite good with summoning charms," I confessed, surprised by my own boldness.
His smile widened. "Excellent," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm more of a transfiguration specialist. We could combine our strengths."
Combine our strengths? The thought of working alongside Mattheo, of learning from him and maybe even teaching him a thing or two myself, sent a thrill through me.
A comfortable silence settled between us as we delved into the project details. Professor Flitwick's lecture faded into background noise . Mattheo surprised me with his easygoing nature, his sharp intellect tempered with a dry wit that made me laugh, a sound that felt foreign escaping my lips.
Finally, Professor Flitwick called out the end of class. "Alright, class! Dismissed! Remember, be creative, be precise, and most importantly, have fun!"
My heart still hammered in my chest, a mixture of trepidation and a strange, exhilarating thrill. Mattheo gathered his books, and as he turned to leave, he caught my eye “ see you around Y/L/N “
The crisp autumn air sent a shiver down my spine as I settled onto the worn wooden bench in the school gardens. pulled out the book I burrowed from the library earlier , determined to bury myself in its intricacies and forget the entire debacle.
The rhythmic crunch of gravel on the path drew my attention. I glanced up, bracing myself for another encounter with Pansy and her posse, only to find Mattheo approaching. His expression was unreadable, a mix of curiosity and something I couldn't quite decipher.
He stopped a few steps away, a silent question hanging in the air. Surprised, I stammered, "M-Mattheo? What are you doing here?"
A hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice softer than I was accustomed to hearing from him.
My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Was this real? "I, uh, sure," I managed, gesturing to the empty space beside me.
He sat down, our shoulders brushing slightly. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words. Stealing a glance at him, I noticed his gaze fixed on the book in my lap. "Studying for the Charms exam?"
I shook my head. "Actually, this is more of a personal read. It's about obscure magical creatures."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh? Intriguing. Anything interesting?"
Hesitantly, I explained the book's exploration of Fae lore, their connection to emotions and the delicate balance they maintained with the human world.
To my surprise, Mattheo listened intently, occasionally asking insightful questions that sparked further discussion. We delved into the complexities of Fae magic, debated the ethics of human interaction with these mythical beings.
A playful glint flickered in his dark eyes, and a hint of a smile danced on his lips as he listened to my passionate explanation of Fae lore.
"Why – why are you smiling like that?" I asked hesitantly
"You just look so passionate about it," he explained, a genuine smile gracing his features.
"Actually, it’s totally my uncle fault he was the one who got me into it," I confessed, a fond smile playing on my lips. "He used to read me Fae tales before bed when I was young. Now here I am, analyzing their magical properties."
"Are you close with your uncle?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"Yeah, very close," I replied, then hesitated, a shadow crossing my face.
He picked up on the shift in my mood. "Everything okay?"
Taking a deep breath, I blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me since the library. "Why are you doing this, Mattheo? Is this a dare or something?"
He frowned, genuine confusion etched on his face. "Why would you say that?"
"You know," I rambled, gesturing at the empty garden around us. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid of what?" He tilted his head, his dark eyes holding a hint of amusement.
My breath caught in my throat as he reached out, a playful glint in his eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, sending shivers down my spine. "Me?" I whispered, barely a breath escaping my lips.
He smirked, amusement flickering across his face. "You look pretty cute to even scare a fly, love. Why should I be afraid of you?"
His words, laced with a hint of flirtation, left me speechless. His touch, light as a feather, lingered on my cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"You don't understand," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Look at the garden, no one is here because I'm here. They believe... they believe —"
He cut me off before I could finish my frantic explanation. "But I'm here, aren't I, love?" he said, his voice a husky murmur. My heart pounded like a drum solo, the world around us seeming to fade away.
"You shouldn't be," I managed, my voice small and breathless. "I don't understand why."
"I'm not playing games with you, I promise," he replied, his voice firm. I hesitantly nodded, closing my eyes as the weight of his words settled upon me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.
"Don't be," he said softly. "I understand. And you know what? I don't care what they say. And to be honest I don't even care if it was true..."
smiling , I looked up , meeting his gaze."So you're the first "
He leaned back, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "Let's just say," he began, his voice low and intriguing, "I know you weren't the reason Ronald broke his leg before the last Quidditch match."
A surprised laugh escaped my lips."And," he continued, his smile widening, "I also know that the explosion in Potions last year was entirely Harold's fault, not yours."
I burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the quiet garden. The weight of the whispers seemed to lift with each peal, replaced by a lightness I hadn't felt in years
"You were just there, like everybody else," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "So why would you take the blame for that?"
He leaned forward, his face so close now that my laughter subsided, replaced by a nervous flutter in my chest. "You know what they say about what happened in first year," I began, voice barely above a whisper.
"It stays with you till your last," he finished the saying, his dark eyes holding mine. A grateful smile tugged at my lips.
"So when Charlie from down the street brought the rumors from our neighborhood to school, and then spread that story about me jinxing Seamus during his first Quidditch practice.. and let's just say Neville's unfortunate Gillyweed incident didn't help my case too so a that everybody seemed to believe it ," I explained, finally voicing the truth I hadn't thought anyone would ever be interested in hearing.
"That's not fair," Mattheo said, his voice firm.
"Yeah," I sighed, "but as my Nana always says, some children are born with tragedies in their hands." A bittersweet smile crossed my lips. "And by some children, she means me."
"She sounds like a cruel woman," he muttered.
I laughed, a touch brittle. "If you think my Nana is cruel, you should've met my mother then."
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, a confession I hadn't meant to share. My cheeks burned with a sudden, hot shame. Mattheo, however, didn't seem repulsed. In fact, his expression softened further.
My voice trailed off, the weight of the past suddenly overwhelming. Sharing a secret like that felt like opening a wound I'd painstakingly hidden for years. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, the setting sun casting long shadows across the quiet garden.
"I-I think I should get going," I stammered, pushing myself out of the chair, my resolve shaky at best.
A cool hand gripped my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. My breath hitched as I turned to face him , his gaze a storm of emotions swirling within its depths "Don't run away yet."
My cheeks burned even hotter, but I couldn't seem to tear my gaze away from his. "I'm not running," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't release my wrist. Instead, his grip softened, his thumb gently stroking a soothing circle against my skin. The simple touch sent a shiver down my spine, a stark contrast to the cold isolation I'd grown accustomed to.
"Then can I interest you in some Butterbeer tomorrow evening?" he asked, his voice laced with a playful charm. "Three Broomsticks, perhaps? We could continue our discussion about Fae magic, or maybe you could tell me more about your Nana and your… interesting family history."
A surprised laugh escaped my lips. The idea of spending another evening with Mattheo, outside the confines of a school project, sent a thrill through me.
A smile, genuine and unrestrained, bloomed on my face. "I'd like that," I replied, my voice a whisper against the backdrop of the settling evening.
Sleep that night was a distant dream. The events in the garden replayed in my mind on an endless loop. Mattheo's hand in mine, the warmth of his touch lingering like a phantom sensation, his unexpected concern for my story – it all sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
The morning sun filtering through my dormitory window found me wide awake, staring at the ceiling with a tangled mess of hair and a giddy smile plastered on my face.
But then came the most agonizing decision of the day – what to wear? My trunk overflowed with the usual witchy robes, all shades of black and grey. None seemed appropriate for a… date? Was it a date? My cheeks burned at the thought.
Finally, I settled on a compromise. A dark green skirt that swirled around my knees, a crisp black blouse , and my trusty black boots. It wasn't extravagant, but it felt… me.
The walk to the Three Broomsticks was a mess a disaster as I was trying to figure out the right direction . As I pushed open the creaky oak door,I tried to breathe and calm my self down, My eyes scanned the room, searching for Mattheo amidst the bustling patrons.
And then I saw him, tucked away in a corner booth, a solitary figure amidst the chatter and laughter. Relief washed over me, followed by a jolt of something warmer as our eyes met. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he gestured for me to join him.
My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I walked towards him, a self-conscious fluttering in my stomach. Reaching the table, I slid into the booth opposite him.
his gaze lingering a beat longer than necessary on my face. "you..," he finally said, a low whistle escaping his lips. "You look..." he trailed off, searching for the right word.
My cheeks flushed a rosy hue . "I look?"
A slow smile spread across his face. "Radiant," he finished, his voice a husky murmur.
My breath hitched. No one had ever used that word to describe me before. "Radiant?" I repeated, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.
"Absolutely," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Though, I have to say, for a second I thought you weren’t coming “
“ oh I’m so sorry I was just trying to find the way I, uh, I've never actually been to the Three Broomsticks before," I admitted, hoping to deflect from his unexpected compliment.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Never? But it's practically a Hogwarts tradition!"
. "I guess I've been more focused on the library and…avoiding crowds."
A flicker of understanding crossed his face. "Well, consider this your official initiation," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Prepare to be overwhelmed by sticky tables, questionable singing."
The waitress returned with our drinks, placing them carefully on the table.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, momentarily shattering our peaceful bubble. A boisterous group of students, their laughter echoing through the room, flooded in. My stomach lurched as I recognized them – Charlie Spinnet , flanked by his usual entourage of Crabbe and Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, her face twisted in a sneer.
Unlike the usual sneer of Pansy Parkinson, Charlie's expression was a confusing mix of anger and… was that a hint of disappointment ? He locked eyes with me, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a flicker of something more complex in his gaze before it hardened back into a scowl.
Before I could decipher the meaning of it all, Pansy spotted us. Her voice, dripping with her usual malice, sliced through the warm bubble we'd created. "Look who is there," she drawled, directing a flirtatious smile towards Mattheo. "Hello there, Riddle."
Mattheo responded with his trademark icy drawl, "Parkinson. Always a pleasure."
She gave a curt nod before returning to her group. Charlie, however, didn't follow. His gaze remained fixed on me, an unsettling intensity in his eyes. I met his stare, a knot of unease forming in my gut.
"He's jealous," Mattheo said casually, leaning back in his seat. My jaw dropped.
"Jealous? Of what?" I stammered, completely bewildered.
"He likes you ," he replied with a knowing smirk.
A bewildered laugh escaped my lips. "He likes me ? Mattheo, the boy ruined my life" I interjected, my voice laced with a sharp edge. In truth, life hadn't been a cakewalk before Hogwarts either.
Just then, a loud shattering sound erupted from our table, sending shivers down my spine. My cup of butterbeer, which Charlie had probably targeted with a stray jinx spell , lay in pieces on the floor. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the pub as everyone turned to stare
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to control the spike of panic rising in my chest. This was exactly what I'd feared. when I opened my eyes again, my gaze met Mattheo's.
Unlike me, he wasn't angry. Instead, a mischievous glint sparkled in his dark eyes. he was smirking.
"So, you said this is your first time at the Three Broomsticks, love?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips as he stood up. I felt a pit forming in my stomach, unsure of where this was headed.
"Yeah," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Then let's make it unforgettable," he declared, his smile widening. He turned towards Charlie's table, his gaze locking onto Charlie's. Pansy, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, suddenly looked terrified.
Mattheo strolled over to their table, a confident swagger in his step. Reaching down, he casually lifted Charlie's untouched butterbeer He held it out to me with a charming smile. "Here, love," he said, not sparing Charlie a glance.
Charlie watched the exchange, his jaw clenched. "Is there anything you want to say, Spinnet?" Mattheo asked, his voice deceptively calm. Charlie just shook his head.
"Do you like toads?" Mattheo asked again a question so out of place it left us all speechless.
"S-seems like I do," Charlie stammered, his voice barely a squeak.
"Good," Mattheo said simply.
Then, in a blink, it happened. A blinding flash of light erupted from Mattheo's outstretched wand, enveloping Charlie. Before anyone could react, the speechless Charlie had vanished, replaced by a , green toad hopping comically on the table.
My scream was lost in the cacophony of shouts and gasps. Pansy let out a bloodcurdling shriek, scrambling back in her chair. Crabbe, for once, looked utterly bewildered.
Mattheo remained calm amidst the chaos, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Ignoring the stunned patrons, he reached for his pocket and placed a couple of pills on our table.
"I would take him back to the castle if I were you," he said to Pansy with a chilling smile. "Unless you prefer the company of amphibians."
Pansy was speechless, her face pale with a mixture of fear and fury. All she could manage was a strangled, "Merlin's Beard!"
Turning back to me, Mattheo offered his hand with his usual nonchalant charm. "Shall we go, love?" he asked, his voice a gentle contrast to the chaos he'd just unleashed.
We walked in comfortable silence for a while, following the familiar path towards the Black Lake. Finally, we reached the water's edge, the gentle lapping of waves against the shore providing a soothing counterpoint to the earlier frenzy. Mattheo gestured towards a large, flat rock nestled under a willow tree. "Mind joining me?" he asked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
I nodded, still processing the events of the evening. Charlie's transformation, Pansy's terror, it was all a bit surreal. Sitting down on the rock, I pulled my knees to my chest, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
"So," Mattheo began, a playful lilt to his voice, "first date, and I turn your potential bully into a toad. Not exactly the charming introduction I was hoping for."
I glanced at him, surprised. "Date?" I stammered, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
His smile softened. "Well," he began, " we did ditch the project discussion for butterbeer and…, then turning someone into a toad… definitely not your typical Tuesday."
I couldn't help but laugh, My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "I… I never thought…" I stammered, completely flustered.
He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent shivers down my spine. "Neither did I," he confessed, his voice surprisingly soft.
"Thank you," I said, taking a deep breath, " it's the first time anyone has ever defended me like that. Not since my Uncle."
Mattheo's smile softened. "Well," he said, his voice gentle, "consider me your knight in slightly-unconventional-Slytherin-armor then."
I laughed a blush crept up my cheek
Silence descended between us, broken only by the gentle chirping of crickets and the lapping of the lake.
"You mentioned your Uncle," Mattheo said, his voice curious. "Tell me about him."
"He's a bit of a character," I began, a smile playing on my lips. "He travels the world, studying ancient magic. He's probably in some remote location right now, chasing myths and legends he’s so brave ."
"Sounds fascinating," Mattheo commented, his voice laced with genuine interest. "But you're not close with anyone else in your family?"
The question hung in the air, and I hesitated for a moment, unsure how much to reveal. But something about the sincerity in his eyes, made me want to share a part of myself I rarely opened up about.
"Well, I'm not exactly their favorite," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "You see, my arrival wasn't exactly... welcomed."
Mattheo's brow furrowed in concern. "What do you mean?" he asked gently.
Taking a deep breath, I plunged into the murky waters of my past. "My mother ,she found out she was pregnant with me. At the same time, she learned about my late brother's… illness. He died tragically, just two days before I was born."
"She… she blamed me," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "She believed I somehow took his place, that I was the reason he was gone."
He squeezed my hand gently, as if offering silent comfort.
"And your father?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.
"My father," I said, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "He said I stole his son's place. He never showed me any affection, always seeing a shadow of my brother instead of me."
My throat tightened, and I struggled to continue.
"But then there’s nana … well, she is a healer," I began, taking a shaky breath"She believed in a strange kind of balance. She used to say, 'A soul for a soul.'" A shiver ran down my spine as I recalled the chilling words. "'Sometimes,' she'd say, 'life takes one thing and gives another’. She just wished it had been my brother who lived."
"Y/N," he said, his voice low and serious. "That's a terrible thing to say to a child. None of that is your fault. You didn't ask to be born, and you certainly didn't cause your brother's illness."
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. The weight of their rejection, the constant reminder that I was somehow unwanted, had always been a heavy burden to carry.
Then, with a tenderness that took my breath away, he brushed his thumb across my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. The simple gesture, so full of empathy and understanding, felt like a dam breaking inside me. The tears that I'd been holding back spilled over, flowing freely down my cheeks.
Mattheo didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. He simply sat there, his hand cupping my face, his gaze holding mine with an intensity that both scared and excited me.
In a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "They don't deserve you , Not your mother, not your father, not sure your weird grandmother . They are blind to the incredible person you are."
His words, sincere and heartfelt, washed over me like a soothing balm.
"You are strong," he continued, his voice husky with emotion. "You are brave. You are kind. You carry the weight of their cruelty, yet you remain kind. That is a strength they will never possess."
His thumb continued to brush away my tears, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
As he spoke, the space between our faces seemed to shrink. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, his gaze holding mine captive. The air crackled with a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Then, before I could even think to stop him, Mattheo leaned in closer. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his hand on my face and the anticipation building within me.
His lips met mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a fleeting touch, barely a whisper, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. A nervous smile tugged at the corner of his lips.," is this your first kiss? “ he murmured, his voice husky.
A slow nod confirmed his suspicion , he leaned in again, this time deepening the kiss. This kiss was different – moving with a rhythmic dance that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions.
When we finally broke apart, breathless and slightly dazed, a blush crept up my cheeks. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum solo echoing in the quiet night.The taste of his lips lingered on mine, a sweet and intoxicating sensation that left me craving more.
"So," he said, his voice slightly breathless. "Forget everything I said about first impressions being unforgettable. Maybe this is a better way to start things off."
The next weeks unfolded like a whirlwind. Mattheo became a constant presence in my life, his shadow seemingly falling across mine with an uncanny frequency. Whether it was bumping into him "accidentally" on my way to Herbology, finding him "coincidentally" seated across from me in the library buried in the same obscure text on Fae magic, or him "miraculously" appearing just as I was leaving the Great Hall, it was clear he was making a concerted effort to be around me.
His tactics, though slightly obvious, were nonetheless charming. He started leaving small gifts on my desk – a fascinating book on Veela lore, a single perfect white rose
No one had ever gone out of their way to make me feel special before. Mattheo was doing just that, chip by chip, breaking down the walls I'd built around myself.
His "accidental" helpfulness extended to academics as well. He started leaving me beautifully illustrated books on ancient magic, conveniently "forgotten" on my desk. During Potions, he'd mysteriously materialize behind me just as I was about to accidentally add Flobberworm mucus to my Amortentia potion (a near disaster that could have had…interesting consequences).
One afternoon, while struggling with a particularly complex Transfiguration spell, Mattheo walked in on my frustration. He didn't laugh or poke fun,Instead, he sat down beside me, his patience as impressive as his knowledge. He explained the spell with a clarity I hadn't experienced before, his hand brushing against mine as he pointed something out on my parchment.
By the end of the week, I'd not only mastered the spell but found myself drawn to Mattheo in a way I hadn't before.
Mattheo's efforts extended beyond "accidents." He started introducing me to his friends. Theo and blaise ,Then there was Enzo, Mattheo's half-brother. With his playful demeanor and infectious laugh, Enzo made me feel welcome within their circle. I found myself enjoying their company, their camaraderie a stark contrast to the loneliness I had grown accustomed to.
One evening, while studying in the common room, , Enzo, sauntered over , He slid into the seat next to me, ignoring Mattheo's glare.
"Hey there, love," Enzo said, his voice dripping with a flirtatiousness that made me feel uncomfortable. "Studying hard?"
Before I could respond, Mattheo spoke up. "Enzo, perhaps you haven't noticed, but Y/N is busy."
Enzo simply chuckled. "Relax, brother. Just trying to be friendly." He leaned in closer to me
Enzo whispered, "He can be quite possessive, don’t you agree?" I couldn’t help but laugh, which was Mattheo’s last straw.
"Back off, Enzo," the words laced with barely contained anger , Enzo smiled and with a shrug and a playful wink at me, he sauntered away.
The most surprising consequence, however, was the complete absence of whispers. The rumors that had plagued me since childhood seemed to vanish overnight. Not a single snide remark, not a single pointed finger. The silence was deafening, and yet, strangely comforting.
Was it fear of Mattheo, or something more? Either way, I didn't question my newfound peace.
The stolen moments with Mattheo became a cherished secret language.
One particularly rainy evening, after a long and tedious double Potions lesson, Mattheo found me huddled in the deserted library, desperately trying (and failing) to decipher a particularly cryptic passage in a dusty old tome.
"Having trouble with the love language of Goblins, love?" he drawled, his voice a welcome sound in the quiet of the library.
I looked up, startled, my cheeks flushing at the sight of him. "Mattheo, you scared me!"
He chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Just offering my expertise in the finer points of ancient languages," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.
He pulled up a chair next to me, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. As he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he attempted to translate the passage, a spark ignited between us.
Emboldened by the privacy of the deserted library and the frustration of the Gobbledegook text, I turned to face him, my lips brushing against his ear as I pointed to a particularly confusing line.
Suddenly, the air crackled with unspoken desire. Mattheo's hand cupped my cheek, his thumb gently tracing the line of my jaw. His gaze held mine, a storm brewing in its depths.
"There's another way to learn this language," he murmured, his voice husky with suppressed longing.
Before I could respond, he closed the gap between us. The kiss was different this time. It was slow, searing, filled with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine. It was a kiss that spoke not just of affection, but of a growing possessiveness, a silent claim on my heart.
We pulled away breathlessly, foreheads resting together. The quiet of the library thrummed with the intensity of the unspoken words hanging in the air.
"Maybe Gobbledegook isn't so bad after all," I finally whispered, a shy smile playing on my lips.
Mattheo chuckled, a deep sound that resonated within me. "Perhaps not," he agreed, his eyes lingering on mine for a beat longer than necessary.
One blustery afternoon, while seeking refuge from a sudden downpour in a hidden alcove near the greenhouses, we found ourselves alone. The air crackled with unspoken tension as we stood shoulder-to-shoulder, the rain drumming a steady rhythm on the stone walls.
He cleared his throat, his gaze flickering from my face to the storm raging outside. "This weather is something else, isn't it?" he said, his voice barely a whisper above the wind.
"Unpredictable, like magic itself," I replied, my own voice barely a murmur.
Suddenly, he turned to face me, his eyes a storm brewing within them. Before I could react, he cupped my face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The space between us evaporated as he leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek.
"You're unpredictable too, Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky with something raw and primal. "In the best way possible."
And then, he kissed me. It was a kiss unlike any I'd ever experienced. It was fierce and passionate, filled with a yearning that mirrored my own.
I was hunched over a particularly dense text on Herbology, wrestling with the intricacies of magical plant growth, when a shadow fell across the page.
Looking up, I met Mattheo's gaze, a teasing glint in his dark eyes. "Lost in the world of Venomous Tentacula again, love?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
I swatted playfully at his hand, a smile tugging at my lips. "These Bulbadox Bulbs are more stubborn than they look," I grumbled.
He chuckled, leaning closer. "Maybe they just need the right touch," he murmured, his breath warm on my ear.
Before I could react, he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against the offending passage. A jolt of electricity shot through me, my heart skipping a beat. He lingered for a moment too long, his touch sending goosebumps erupting across my skin.
"See?" he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sometimes understanding comes from a different kind of connection."
His words were a playful jab, but the intensity of his gaze held a deeper meaning. I felt my cheeks flush, a secret smile spreading across my face.
"Maybe," I replied, unable to tear my gaze from his.
The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken emotions. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Mattheo leaned in further. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a wave of warmth cascading through me.
It was a soft, lingering exploration. He trailed a finger down my neck, sending shivers dancing across my exposed skin. My breath hitched in my throat, and I leaned back into his touch, a helpless moan escaping my lips.
He chuckled against my skin, a low, throaty sound that sent a delicious tremor through me. "You should see the way you blush, Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
My cheeks burned even hotter. This wasn't the stolen kiss under the moonlight, this was something more intimate, more raw. It was a secret shared between us, a confirmation of the growing connection that thrummed beneath the surface.
Suddenly, the library door slammed open, shattering the intimate moment. Madam Pince, the stern librarian, swept in, her beady eyes scanning the room. Mattheo and I both straightened up, a sheepish grin on his face.
"No hanky-panky in the Restricted Section, young man," Madam Pince barked, her voice laced with suspicion.
Mattheo, ever the charmer, flashed her a boyish grin. "Just helping a friend with her research, Madam Pince," he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence.
Madam Pince narrowed her eyes at us for a moment longer before muttering something about "frivolous students" and disappearing behind a towering bookshelf.
As soon as she was gone, Mattheo let out a low whistle, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like we've been caught," he said, a hint of regret in his voice.
I couldn't help but laugh, the tension broken. "Maybe we should stick to the Herbology section next time," I teased, butterflies still fluttering in my stomach from his touch.
He took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. "Maybe," he agreed, his eyes holding mine. "But who knows what secrets lurk in the Restricted Section?"
Suddenly, a voice broke through my concentration. "Y/N!"
I looked up to see Charlie Spinnet standing awkwardly in front of me, a hopeful smile plastered on his face. My stomach lurched, a flicker of unease coursing through me.
"Charlie," I stammered, unsure of what to say.
"Hey," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Before I could answer, mattheo’s voice cut in, laced with a dangerous edge.
"Actually, she can't," Mattheo drawled, His eyes narrowed at Charlie, a dark glint flickering within them.
Charlie gulped, his hopeful smile faltering. "M-Mattheo," he stammered. "I just wanted to…"
"Whatever it is," Mattheo interrupted, his voice low and cold, "it can wait."
The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. My heart hammered against my ribs, caught between the awkwardness of Charlie's unexpected presence and the possessiveness radiating from Mattheo.
"But—" Charlie began, but Mattheo cut him off again.
"No buts, Spinnet," Mattheo said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Now, if you'll excuse us,"
He took my hand possessively, his fingers wrapping around mine with a force that left no room for argument. Before Charlie could stammer another word, Mattheo practically dragged me away.
We walked in silence for a moment, the only sound our hurried footsteps echoing through the empty corridor. My cheeks burned with a mixture of annoyance and a strange sense of… satisfaction?
"Mattheo, that was a bit harsh," I finally said, breaking the silence.
He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. His gaze was intense, a storm brewing within its depths.
"He shouldn't have bothered you," he said, his voice low and possessive.
"He was just trying to talk to me," I pointed out, a hint of defiance creeping into my voice.
"And what exactly did he want to talk about?" Mattheo challenged, his jaw clenched.
"I don't know," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders. "But I should have been allowed to find out, shouldn't I?"
Mattheo seemed to wrestle with himself for a moment, his emotions flickering across his face. Finally, he sighed, the tension slowly ebbing away.
"Look," he said, his voice softer now, "I just… don't like the idea of someone else getting close to you."
My heart skipped a beat. Was he… jealous?
"Why not?" I couldn't help but ask, a teasing smile playing on my lips.
He hesitated – a rare sight that sent a thrill through me.
"Because…" he stammered, searching for the right words. "Because maybe you mean more to me than I care to admit."
The words hung in the air. A smile bloomed on my face, wider than it had in weeks.
"Is that so, Riddle?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He met my gaze, his eyes filled with a newfound vulnerability. Leaning in closer, he brushed a stray strand of hair from my face with his thumb.
"Maybe it is," he murmured, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine.
Before we could explore that maybe any further, a loud cough echoed through the corridor. We sprang apart, startled, to see a smirking Enzo leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed.
"Oh please don’t let me stop you ," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Mattheo scowled, his usual bravado returning. "Get lost, Enzo," he snapped.
Enzo, unfazed, simply chuckled. "Just making sure you're not neglecting your studies, brother dearest," he said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Professor Flitwick wouldn't be happy if he caught you missing his lecture because you can’t keep your hands to yourself those days "
My cheeks burned even hotter. "We weren't… ," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Enzo chuckled. "Whatever you say, sweetheart . But don't worry, your secret's safe with me." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Though, if you're looking for a more private place next time, I know a few hidden alcoves that are perfect for… well, you get the idea."
"Thanks, Enzo," I said smiling trying to get away from this conversation as fast as possible .
"Anytime," he replied, throwing a playful two-finger salute before disappearing back down the corridor.
Mattheo and I stared at each other for a long moment, the tension thick in the air.
"I think I need to go …" I began, unsure how to proceed “ see you at ummm….”
"...Great Hall," Mattheo finished my sentence, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment. Though his earlier possessiveness had surprised me, I couldn't deny a flicker of warmth at his reluctance to see me go.
"Yeah, the Great Hall," I confirmed, unable to meet his gaze for too long. The lingering confession, the stolen moment almost-kiss, hung heavy between us.
As I sank deeper into the worn armchair, a group of giggling Gryffindor girls approached, their chatter drawing my attention.
"Y/N!" Lavender Brown announced, her voice bright with excitement. "Did you hear? There's supposed to be a total lunar eclipse tonight!"
My heart skipped a beat. A lunar eclipse? A shiver of excitement ran down my spine. For the first time in years, I hadn't even been aware of such an event. But more importantly, they were inviting me.
Parvati Patil chimed in, her dark eyes sparkling. "We're all planning to gather near the lake to watch. It's supposed to be incredible! Are you coming?"
"I…" I stammered, unsure how to respond.
"Oh, come on, Y/N," Padma, Parvati's twin, nudged me playfully. "It'll be fun! We can all gossip and make wishes under the moonlight."
A lump formed in my throat. It was a simple question, but it felt monumental. An invitation to not just witness a celestial phenomenon, but to be included, to be a part of something.
For a moment, I simply stared at them, my mind struggling to process the shift. Was this real? Did they genuinely want me to join them?
"I don't know," I mumbled, looking down at my shoes. "Maybe…"
"Don't worry, Y/N," Lavender reassured me, sensing my hesitation. "It's up to you. But if you do decide to come, we'd love to have you."
With a warm smile, they turned to leave, their excited chatter fading as they descended the stairs. I watched them go, a wave of indecisiveness washing over me.
The rest of day went by quickly as I was still thinking about the invitation then mattheo I looked around searching for him
I spotted him by the courtyard, leaning against a stone pillar, his usual air of nonchalance masking a hint of concern. As I approached, he pushed himself off the pillar and met my gaze.
"Hey," he said, his voice laced with a question as his eyes scanned my face.
"Hi, Mattheo," I replied hesitantly.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his brow furrowed. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my eye with a gentle touch .
Taking a deep breath, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "There's a lunar eclipse tonight, did you know?"
He blinked, surprised by the abrupt change of subject. "A lunar eclipse?" he echoed.
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Apparently, it's supposed to be the biggest one in years. Everyone's going down by the Black Lake to watch it."
The corner of his mouth twitched. "Everyone, huh?" he said, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Well," I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush, "not everyone. But some people. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil invited me, and…"
I trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. Did I dare ask him to join me?
"And?" Mattheo prompted, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"And," I mumbled, looking down at my shoes, "I was wondering… would you maybe want to come with me?"
The playful smile vanished, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. "With you?" he echoed.
I looked back up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yeah," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you want to, of course."
He held my gaze for a long moment, the silence stretching between us. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, warm and genuine.
"I'd like that very much, love ," he said, his voice a low rumble.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and pink, I made my way towards the Black Lake. The crisp autumn air buzzed with excited chatter as students from all houses gathered, blankets and snacks in tow, eager to witness the celestial spectacle.
A warm hand brushed against mine, sending a jolt through my system. Turning, I met Mattheo's gaze, a spark of amusement dancing in his eyes. He wore a casual smirk, but the way his hand lingered on mine spoke volumes.
he breathed, taking in the scene before him. "Didn't expect the whole school to be here."
I chuckled. "Apparently, lunar eclipses are kind of a big deal."
We weaved through the crowd, Lavender and Parvati waving to us over Theo , Enzo even Blaise was there too that was really unexpected . We settled in, surrounded by the cheerful chatter and laughter.
As the moon began to cast its silvery glow, a hush fell over the crowd. Everyone turned their eyes skyward, captivated by the gradual darkening of Earth's natural satellite. Mattheo, however, seemed more interested in me than the moon. His hand brushed mine again, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
Leaning closer, he whispered in my ear, his voice husky and warm. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
I nodded, unable to tear my gaze from his face. "It is," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
He tilted his head slightly, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine. Just as I thought he was about to kiss me, his voice dipped even lower.
"come with me. "
The surprise on my face must have been evident. "Where?" I stammered.
he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
We walked for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds the crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional rustle in the bushes. The air grew thicker the deeper we ventured, and a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of my excitement. Just as I was about to voice my concerns, Mattheo came to a stop in front of a section of gnarled oak trees, their branches intertwined in an almost unnatural way.
"Here?" I asked, eyeing the dense foliage with suspicion.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight that filtered through the canopy. "Here," he confirmed, stepping forward and pushing aside a thick curtain woven from the very leaves themselves.
To my astonishment, a hidden passage unfolded behind the makeshift doorway. A narrow path, barely wide enough for two people, stretched into the darkness, illuminated faintly by glowing mushrooms that dotted the damp stone walls.
My initial apprehension warred with the budding trust I felt for Mattheo. Taking a deep breath, I gripped his hand tighter. "What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Just trust me," he murmured, his touch surprisingly gentle.
We walked in silence, the air growing colder and the earthy scent more pronounced. The path eventually led to a sturdy wooden door hidden within the rocky wall. Mattheo pushed it open, revealing a sight that took my breath away.
It was a small, circular room, but its crowning glory was a large, arched window that took up most of one wall. Through it, the eclipse was on full display, the shadowed moon hanging in the inky black sky. But unlike the darkness of the forest, here, the view was clear and breathtaking
I breathed, my surprise echoing in the stillness of the night.
Mattheo chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Told you it was worth it."
"This is…" I stammered, searching for the right words. "Amazing."
Mattheo smiled, his hand moving to brush a stray curl from my face. “We found this place a while back," he explained. "It's kind of a secret."
He pulled me towards the window, his arm wrapping around my waist, stood behind me , gazing up at the celestial phenomenon unfolding above us. The darkness, once menacing, now seemed like a vast, inky canvas upon which the eclipse played out.
"It's even more breathtaking from here, isn't it?" Mattheo whispered, his voice warm against my ear. , his words laced with something more than just the wonder of the eclipse.
I could only nod, my throat suddenly dry. The beauty of the celestial spectacle was undeniable, but it paled in comparison to the feelings Mattheo was stirring within me.
A warmth bloomed in my chest, a response that surprised even me. Mattheo's presence, so close and unexpected in this hidden haven, sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
As if sensing my shift, his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the crackling fire.
Then, his lips brushed against my ear again. This time, the words were different. Softer, more intimate. "You're even more breathtaking," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my neck.
My eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze reflected in the moonlight filtering through the window. The eclipse, forgotten for a moment, seemed to cast an ethereal glow on his features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes.
Before I could form a coherent thought, his lips met mine. The kiss was tentative at first, a soft exploration that sent a wave of warmth through me. Instinctively, I reached up, my fingers finding purchase on his arm.
A contented sigh escaped his lips as he deepened the kiss, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers. The touch sent a jolt through me, a current of electricity that ignited a fire within.
When he finally pulled away, a breathless gasp escaped my lips. My cheeks burned, my heart hammered a wild rhythm against my ribs. A shy smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
His gaze never left mine.He leaned down again, his lips trailing a path of fire down my neck. He paused at a sensitive spot just below my ear, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Unable to hold back a moan, I arched my neck into his touch, a silent plea for more. His hand reached down, skimming the curve of my hip before settling lightly on my lower back as I felt the wall behind us
He was going to stop I know that he was going to hold back again "Wait," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Looking into his eyes, I saw a storm of emotions – frustration, amusement. It was a look that made my heart skip a beat, a look that made me feel a dangerous mix of power and surrender.
"I want to " I stammered, unsure how to articulate the jumbled mess of emotions swirling within me.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice husky with suppressed desire.
Taking a deep breath, I blurted out, "I want this, Mattheo. I mean…I've never done this before, but I trust you. And I want it."
"Let's take things slow, alright?" He whispered softly in my ear and i nodded, his lips finding their way back to my neck, tracing over the mark he had just left behind.
"Mattheo," I moaned when he nipped at the same spot again, his teeth sharp and his lips unyielding.
"God my name sounds like heaven from your lips" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
"Have you ever touched yourself, love?" His question caught me off guard, my breath catching in my throat as I shook my head. I had wanted to try but never mustered the courage.
"It's okay, my love," he reassured, his hands sliding under my top, caressing my skin with a tender touch that sent shivers down my spine.Then he gently pushed me up, settling me on the nearest table. "I'll take care of you."
Pressing more kisses to my neck, his hands moved to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he lifted my skirt slightly. "Is this alright?" he asked, his breath hot against my neck.I smiled at him and nodded again
“I’m going to touch you now, Just tell me when you want to stop, and I promise I’ll end it,” said with determination, his fingers brushing my cheek i nodded leaned forward to kiss him instead of just responding.
He did as he told , his fingers sliding into my pants proceeded slowly, finding my most sensitive spot, eliciting pleasurable sensations that made me arch my back and cling to him.
slowly rubbing circles around it. He used light pressure, but it felt amazing. His gaze intently watched my response, figuring out what i like.
He picked up the pace and pressure, sending pleasurable shocks through my body. my back arched as the ache between my legs increased. 
“God you’re so wet for me." he whispered, his voice filled with awe and desire. "Does it feel good?"
“ Yes , it feels so good.” I moaned softly, my voice barely audible as waves of pleasure washed over me.
"Can I?" he asked, seeking my consent.
"Yes, please," I begged, my desperation evident in my voice.
"It might feel strange at first, but I promise it will get better quickly," he reassured, and I nodded in agreement. With my consent, his finger slid between my folds, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. My hands found their way to his shoulders as I rested my head against them.
"Breathe, my love," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of pleasure. I obeyed, inhaling deeply as a symphony of moans escaped my mouth, each one a testament to the pleasure coursing through my body.
"Mattheo," I moaned, his name a mantra on my lips.
"Yes, love. Talk to me," he encouraged, his movements slowing to allow me to catch my breath.
"There's something..." I tried to say, but pleasure engulfed me, leaving me speechless.
His lips found mine, his kisses distracting me from my thoughts as I succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure he offered.
"Just let go for me," he whispered against my lips, his breath igniting a fire within me that sent me spiraling into bliss.
His thumb applied pressure to my clit, sending electrifying waves of pleasure through my body. I gripped his shoulder tightly as he carefully added another finger, causing me to close my eyes in ecstasy.
"Don't close your eyes, love. Look at me," he urged, his voice filled with desire and a hint of command. I obeyed, locking eyes with him as his fingers found that specific spot inside me, unleashing a sensation I had never experienced before. It was so intense that I couldn't contain my scream of pleasure, feeling like I was soaring among the clouds.
He continued to target that spot, his gaze fixed on me as if he could read my every reaction. With a satisfied smile, he spoke soft words in my ear , reveling in my response.
His touch remained gentle yet firm, guiding me through the waves of pleasure until I reached the pinnacle, my body trembling in his embrace as I experienced a euphoric release unlike anything before.
"It's alright, I'm here," he murmured, his words a soothing balm as I surrendered to the pleasure that consumed me.
As I floated back to reality, I found myself in his arms, his gaze filled with tenderness and adoration. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions.
"Maybe you mean more to me than I care to admit too , riddle," I repeated his earlier words. But what I truly wanted to express was that, ,I think I'm in love with you, Mattheo Riddle.’
From that night onward, everything shifted, and my life transformed into a fairy tale. The intensity of my feelings for him grew so profound that a day without seeing Mattheo felt like an eternity, leaving me yearning for his presence. He cherished me as if I were the most precious gem in his life, and to say that I loved him would be an understatement; my emotions ran deeper than mere words could express.
Despite our unspoken declarations of love, we refrained from exploring further sexual intimacy after that intense encounter. However, the desire and longing between us only grew stronger, leaving me yearning for more moments of intimacy with him. Each kiss, touch, and gaze across the room spoke volumes of the love we shared, even if the three words were never verbalized.
The end-of-year party hosted by Slytherin was a legendary affair, whispered about in hushed tones by those who had attended in previous years. Despite hearing countless tales about the extravagant festivities, I had never been tempted to go, for me, it had always been an off-limits fantasy , one I didn't dare to try and make true.
As the "jinx girl", stepping foot into such a renowned event felt like a risky move. The thought of facing judgment, scrutiny, and potentially being ostracized by my peers held me back from even considering attending.
However, in those few months everything changed. I found myself shedding my inhibitions and fears, stepping out of my comfort zone and embracing new experiences. The bonds I formed with other Slytherins grew stronger, and I even made friends outside of Mattheo's circle, feeling more at ease and confident in social settings.
The Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry was as legendary as the end-of-year party itself. This year, however, a shared misfortune had united the two houses in a grudging camaraderie. Professor Flitwick, bless his innocent heart, had stumbled upon Blaise Zabini and a very surprised Gryffindor tangled together in a rather compromising position in a dusty basement corridor. Let's just say, both houses lost a significant number of points, paving the way for Ravenclaw to snatch the coveted House Cup in a landslide victory.
So, as the day of the party approached, a thrill of anticipation danced in my stomach.
"Mattheo," I said, catching his attention as I approached him and his friends. He gently guided me to sit next to him, holding my hands with a tender touch
“ yes love ? “
"Are we… are we going to the party tonight?" I asked, trying to gauge his reaction.
He looked up, surprise flickering across his face. "The party?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow. "You… you want to go?"
I felt a flicker of self-consciousness, but I held his gaze. "Yeah," I admitted.
“Honestly, Y/N," he said, "it's a bit… childish."
"Childish?" I repeated, surprised. "But everyone says it's a lot of fun!"
Enzo, chimed in with a shrug. "He has a point. It's mostly just first years causing mayhem."
There it was , that hesitation. Mattheo rarely said no to anything I asked.
He studied me for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. He glanced at Enzo, exchanging a silent communication that left me puzzled.I don’t really understand I know they used to go every year .
He looked at me for a long moment, his dark eyes searching mine. Then, a slow smile spread across his face.
"Alright then love ," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you want to, then we'll go."
The Slytherin common room was a whirlwind of emerald and silver. Green streamers snaked across the ceiling, enchanted banners proclaimed Slytherin victory in various forgotten contests, and a cacophony of music and laughter filled the air. My heart pounded with excitement, a delightful mix of anticipation and nerves.
The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with laughter and music. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to have me there, chatting and mingling as if I had been a regular attendee for years.
However, what struck me as odd was how Mattheo and Enzo never left my side. It was as if they were guarding me, anticipating something that I wasn't aware of. Despite their usual easygoing demeanor, there was a sense of alertness in their actions that left me curious and slightly uneasy.
As the night progressed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, not in a malicious way, but more like a protective gaze. Mattheo and Enzo's constant presence by my side felt both comforting and unsettling at the same time.
I tried to brush off my unease and enjoy the party, engaging in conversations and joining in on the festivities. However, the nagging feeling that something was amiss lingered in the back of my mind.
It wasn't until later in the evening, when Mattheo and Enzo exchanged a meaningful glance, that I realized there was more to their protective behavior than met the eye.
Chaos erupted in the common room as Charlie Spinnet, stormed towards Mattheo. "Get her out of here now ," he growled, jabbing a finger in my direction. "Or I'll do it myself."
Before Mattheo could respond, the room fell silent. A Slytherin seventh-year, Adrian Pucey, stood on a nearby table, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hold on there, Spinnet ," he boomed, his voice cutting through the tension. "This year, we're doing something a little different… a play!"
A cheer erupted from the Slytherins, many of them eager for a change from the usual prank wars. Mattheo , however, remained unconvinced. He narrowed his eyes at Adrian, suspicion etched on his face.
As the play began, I couldn't help but notice the similarities between my name and the name of the girl portrayed in the story. It didn't take long for me to realize that the play was about a jinxing girl, and it described in vivid detail everything I had confided in Mattheo about my family and my troubled past at the lake that night.
Panic clawed at my throat. I stole a glance at Mattheo, but his face was a mask. He reached out a hand towards me, but I flinched back instinctively .
The room fell silent, every eye glued to me and the unfolding drama.
Onstage, the actress portraying me continued, her voice dripping with drama. "…driven by ambition, she stole her brother's place, but a terrible curse followed. Wherever she goes, misfortune befalls those around her. She's the jinx girl, a harbinger of bad luck!"
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Whispers erupted like flames, spreading fear and suspicion. I felt them scorching my skin, their judgment a suffocating weight on my chest.
Suddenly, a new scene unfolded on stage. A group of actors, portraying Hogwarts students, stood center stage. "Here's the dare," boomed one, a mock sense of bravery in his voice. "The boy who approaches the jinx girl and brings her to the party… wins!"
Suddenly, a commotion arose from the back of the room. Enzo and Theodore Nott , their faces grim, pushed their way through the crowd towards the makeshift stage. "Stop this!" Enzo said, his voice laced with fury. "This is out of line, Pucey!"
The actors scrambled off the stage, bewildered and slightly scared. The common room dissolved into chaos. Accusatory whispers turned into heated arguments. Pity and fear flickered in averted gazes. I even overheard someone mutter, "Did she really kill her brother?"
The roar of the party faded behind me as I sprinted down the Slytherin common room's hidden corridor, tears stinging my eyes despite my desperate efforts to hold them back. Mattheo's voice calling after me, pleading, only fueled my desperate need to escape.
"Y/N, please!" he shouted, but I ignored him, my feet pounding a relentless rhythm against the cold stone floor.
"Y/N!" he called again, his voice closer this time. Panic surged through me, lending me fresh bursts of energy.
Just as I reached the portrait leading out to the dungeons, a strong hand clamped onto my arm. I spun around, ready to lash out, but it was him – Mattheo, his face etched with a desperate worry I'd never seen before.
He tried to reach for my hand, but I recoiled violently. "Don't you dare touch me!" I screamed, my voice raw with hurt and betrayal.
He flinched, his hand hovering awkwardly in mid-air. "Y/N, love, just hear me out," he pleaded.
"Love?" I spat the word back at him, incredulous. "Don't call me that." The weight of everything that had just happened crashed down on me. The staged play, the public humiliation, the sickening realization that it had all been a dare.
"It's not what it seems like," he stammered, trying to explain. "I—"
"You what?" I interrupted, my voice rising. "It was all a lie, wasn't it? "
"No, no, I swear," he said urgently. "Everything that happened between us was real. My feelings for you…" His voice trailed off, his eyes pleading for me to understand.
But the damage was done. The carefully constructed trust – it had all crumbled to dust in the face of this cruel betrayal.
"Don't," I choked out, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. "Don't lie to me anymore."
A sob escaped my lips, and despite the anger burning within me, a part of me ached for the connection I thought we shared.
"Just give me a chance to explain," he pleaded, but I shook my head, unable to bear the sight of him anymore.
The truth, however distorted, was clear. "Wouldn't you deny it was a dare?" I challenged him, a flicker of defiance sparking in my tear-filled eyes.
Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. For the first time, I saw a flicker of genuine pain cross Mattheo's usually guarded features.
"No," he finally admitted, and I felt a wave of numbness wash over me.
As I turned to walk away, he continued, "It was at first, but I swear that from that night at the Broomsticks, everything was real. I even forgot about that stupid dare. Everything that happened between us was real, you know that."
I scoffed, wiping angrily at my tears. "I don't know anything anymore," I said.
"Foolish me. That's why you didn't want Charlie to talk to me that day, wasn't it? Because he was going to expose you?"
""No, Y/N, I just didn't want you to get hurt __“
"You what?" I cut him off again, my voice trembling with fury. "How generous of you," I said sarcastically. "But look, you win now, Riddle. Won't you go celebrate? It was their dare,"
"I don't care about anyone else but you," he said fiercely.
I stared at him, incredulous. "Then why does it feel like you care about everything else more than me right now?"
He took a hesitant step forward, but I didn't back away this time. I met his gaze head-on, my heart a tangled mess of emotions.
"I can't lose you," he whispered, his voice filled with desperation.
"You already have," I said, the words like shards of glass in my mouth. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain I was experiencing.
"I ___ i love you," he confessed, the words hanging heavy in the air.
Love. The very word felt like a mockery.
I looked him straight in the eye, my voice surprisingly calm despite the storm raging within me. "And I hate you, Mattheo Riddle," I said, each word laced with the bitter taste of betrayal.
With that final declaration, I turned away, leaving him standing alone in the darkened corridor, the portrait swinging shut behind me.
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Chapter 2
Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader
Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
(This story might suck idk)
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Jacob slammed one of the medicine drawers close after getting the bottle of pills from a specific patient. "I don't know what miracle came down here, but we haven't had an accident in a month." He said to a fellow nurse standing next to him.
"Don't jinx it," she said grabbing the pill bottle from his hands.
"You know," he stared at your section, watching as you typed what you needed into the computer," ever since she started working here, König hasn't bashed anyone's heads."
"Well it's only been a month since she started working here, I wouldn't be relieved yet." She said, popping two pills into a Dixie cup.
"Yeah well I'm very optimistic about this." He got up and walked away. "Oh if the drawer gets stuck again, just bang on it a few times."
"It would be better if they just get new ones," she sighed, walking away towards her row of patients.
He rolled his eyes, "please they're too stingy to buy new bed sheets."
You have been working here for a month and so far everything was okay. You do what you need to do and things go smoothly.
As for König, he hasn't said or do anything towards you. You honestly felt like they were fooling you by telling you all those stories about his past nurses and guards.
You learned more about the staff names on all floors. König's two guards are named Eli and Gabriel. They both make sure that nothing happens to you aswell as any other staff.
You met Dr. Smith. You first impression of her was a little stiff. Mainly because she was direct and serious. She doesn't really make small talk to any of the nurses only the administrator. She also doesn't really fond of you. Well it's not like she hates you, is more of she critics anything you do. From the way you gather the medical supplies to the way you check patients vitals. During her visit with König, you stay outside the room so you don't know what goes on in there.
You saw when she exited the room alongside Eli and Gabriel, taking König back to his room. You didn't need to look up to know that Dr. Smith was walking towards, her heels made it obvious. "He will no longer take his usual calming medication, he'll take this one." She gave you the doctors order.
"benzodiazepines?" He was fine with his usual one.
She looked at you with her eyebrows forward "Yes. Is there a problem."
"Wouldn't the short term use cause him more problems compared to how he is now. I mean, he's been doing good lately and his oth-'
"Are you a doctor (Y/n)?" She tilted her head as she gives you a serious stern look.
"No."
"Right, I call shots for what is good for my patients. So if I tell you to order his new medicine then you order his new medicine! Is there a problem!?" Her high pitch tone caused the other nurses to look at you.
You look around mentally slapping yourself in the face. Of course she knows more than you, you are just a nurse. "No, Dr. Smith. I'll order them asap."
"Good. Make sure that his primary physician knows about it too and next time you question me, go back to school to get a lab coat. You are a nurse, you do what I say."
She left leaving the echo of her heels scraping the white tile floors. You cursed under your breath while picking up the phone. Calling in orders for prescription is a pain in the ass. Well the hospital it is, you're not familiar with a psychiatric hospital. The last thing you need is to be at hold for three hours trying to get it through.
"We need medical attention at room #526!" You heard Eli. You quickly ran to König's room and saw Gabriel on the floor, holding his mouth as blood was coming out. You turned your head to take a look at König. He was standing there with blood on his nuckles. He's tall, you never got a good look on how tall he was. This man is a mountain an actual mountain.
"What happened?" Jacob entered in seeing the mess.
"I need gauze pads and bandages.' You said holding onto Gabriel. König saw as you attended him. You're his nurse not Gabriel's. You should be attending König not him. The other guards came in to help Gabriel getting up while the others trying to hold König down. Jacob came in with the medical tray. He flicked a needle, trying to get any air bubbles out. You got up as they took Gabriel out, "what are you doing?"
"Everytime he does this, we have to put him down" He made his way towards König while two other guards were trying to hold him down. Compared to the guards themselves they looked like little children against König.
You went in front of Jacob, "You don't have to do that. It will make him think more irrationally. Please he is my patient."
He lowered the needle down giving you a sigh, "Fine. I'll go make a report. But you still can't be here unless two guards are present."
"Okay." The two guards let König's arms go.
Eli and Jacob left to talk to the administrator. You picked up the gauze pads and bandage from the trey.
You haven't made eye contact with König. You've always been too nervous about that, but you had to see him to examine him. You saw him, you saw his face. He had stuble. His features are strong and sharp, his jawline looks like it can cut anybody. He had scars on his face one through his mouth and the other one through his eye. His eyes are blue a nice clear blue, which stood out against his dark under circles. He was probably the most handsome patient you have ever seen. No, not patient, the most handsome men you have ever seen.
You walk towards him, slowly. You looked up to him, your face aligned to his torso . His white t-shirt was snuged and hugged all his curves on his abdomen. You can see the outline of his perfect abs and chest area. His biceps make it look the arm holes of his shirt are going to pop open. His hair was a perfect shade of brown, almost golden. Like before, it wasn't long or short, it was a good length, enough to make a little lazy ponytail.
You stuck out your hand as he placed his on top of yours. Your hand looks barley visible compared to his. You took a peace of gauze and dabbed it on his bloody nuckle. He didn't have any wounds from the punch he gave grabriel. If anything, the blood you are wiping away is Gabriel's.
König stared at you. He saw how concentrated you are with him, how gentle you are with him and how carring you are to him. The fact that you stood up for him from getting sedated, it was a like a call for him that you are his officially.
I mean he did it for you. No one knows the other half the story, they always accuse of the one that looks guilty. When Eli and Gabriel went to take him back to his room, König heard the comments they made about you. All the comments made by Gabriel.
Sure, Gabriel is nice to you, but he looks like a jerk and he is one. He's nice to you, but behind your back he thinks you are an object. Talking about how he wants to take you, not for a date, but for a nice dinner so that he can fuck you later in his car and most likely never talk to you again afterwards...unless he's desperate for sex again
König couldn't let that slide. Talking about you like a sex toy. Talking about you like you don't have emotions. Yes, König has killed men and women that don't really deserve it, but you. Someone that stood up for him. That attends when he needs or wants something. He wanted Jell-O during lunch, but no one was giving him one. Then you came inside the dining room and saw that he didn't have Jell-O like the rest so you gave him one. It's like you read his mind. You don't deserve to be treated this way. It reminds him of himself when he was a kid.
Being bullied for just being nice, for being who he is. He wants to protect you that's all he wanted to do. So he punch Gabriel after hearing his plan to seduce and fuck you then leaving you alone for yourself without a care in the world. He was easy, just one punch and he was down on floor holding his bloody mouth.
You cleaned him up and sat him down on his bed. He wanted to grab your waist and pull you closer to him. To kiss you as a thank you.
He was never lucky with the women, who would be with someone who's a looser. He remembers the time in high-school when girls will ask him out only to laugh at his face when he thought they were serious. Before he left to go to the military he met a girl. The girl just wanted some free drinks so she talked into him for some free stuff. He lost his virginity to her and felt as if he found the one. But to her he was her wallet, a way to get free things and rides for her and her friends. He bought her flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Took her out to romantic dates that he tried so hard to assemble. Only to walk in on her having sex with another men, in his bedroom on his bed in his place that he pays for. He hoped that she was just drunk or scared..maybe, but no.
"Seriously König, you thought that I cared about you? I mean you are not even good at sex. I was just using you for the free stuff. I just wanted free drinks jeez! It's not my fault you couldn't take a hint."
He saw how they both laughed at his face. How they both just sat there naked, laughing at him as if he was the punchline to a joke.
"Believe me I never wanted this to happen! Especially after getting that dam abortion. But it doesn't matter cause you paid for it."
She wanted money to buy a new dress. She used it to have an abortion. He felt tears running down his face. They didn't feel bad, no, they laughed harder at him at how pathetic he was.
"Why would I even be with a looser."
He remembered how those kids would push him down the slide. How they would rip away his comic books. How they broke everyone one of his toys.
"Looser!"
"Looser!Looser!"
his fist turned white, he felt his fingernails, cutting deep into his palm. The girl he thought was the one was taunting him along his boy toy. He walked up to them. They expected him to bawl like a baby and beg for an apology. Instead, he choked her. His hands gripped tight around her neck. He felt some punches coming from her boy toy, telling König to stop, to let her go.
He saw as the life of her eyes went away. He heard as her neck cracked and dropped her back on the bed. He turned the guy, choking him to death aswell.
He hid the bodies, ran away, joined the military and found a new way to live.
You heard other male voices coming from the elevator and the administrator coming in. "What happened!?"
"He attacked Gabriel." You said to him, you saw what was behind him, other doctors.
"Put him in a straitjacket." He pointed to König
"What no!" You said getting in between him and König.
"Excuse me!?"
"Putting him in a straitjacket isn't going to solve anything."
He crossed his arms while looking down at you "Doing nothing will solve nothing, (Y/n)!"
You turned to König who had a stoic expression "I know, but I'm sure there are oth-"
"What are you again, (Y/n)?" he blurted out.
You knew where this is going. Twice in one day, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "A nurse."
He gave you a small smirk, the same one Dr. Smith gave you. "Exactly. A nurse. I'm your superior, you don't get to tell me what to do. Your job is to take his vitals, and give him medication not to throw orders around! Do I make myself clear!" He stepped closer to you. You wanted to back away, but you felt frozen. He was directly infront of your face. "Now, move aside so we can our jobs!"
You looked down on the floor. You never felt so light headed as you did now. The other voices coming from them were echoes. You felt nausea and sweating. Your heart felt like it was pounding from your chest, but it sounded like a blur. "S-sorry.. sir." You always feel week when people yell at you.
"Next time you do something like that, you're out of here, (Y/n). " He said as you all watched König being put in a straitjacket.
The administrator, Ben, saw König. He was taken back a bit. The look he gave him. As if he was killing him right on the spot. König no longer had the stoic expression, he gave him a death stare.
Who does he think he is to yell at you for being nice to him. To threatened her. They are all the same. Everyone here is all same. The same kids that shoved him around the boys bathroom when he was 10. The same as those girls that laughed at him that laughed at his face.
But instead of him being the victim, is you. You're so weak and innocent, how can someone treat you like that.
But it's okay because you'll have König by his side. He'll make sure to save you.
To care for you.
To love you.
To make you his.
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