#man i abuse that grass brush too much

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Because I'm crap at technology, I have actually lost a request that someone asked of me and now I can't reply to it directly so if it was you I'm so so sorry. I do remember the premise though and I'll try to do it my best!

Chained - ASL & F!Celestial Dragon!Reader

Summary: basically what I remember them asking was ASL and a celestial dragon who is learning about the world, who eventually decides she doesn't want to go home. This was described as like a Pink Diamond/Rose Quarts type situation like in SU. I've decided to make this child ASL, then a little time skip! Thought the idea was adorable! TW for mentions of slavery, child abuse, abuse and foul language.

You don't remember exactly how you managed to leave the ship, or how you got into that empty crate, or how that crate ended up heading in a direction away from the shore and into the sea or-

Well never mind that or the numerous "or"s you could list. You were lost, probably many miles and islands away from the original place your parents had decided to tour. Why they thought leaving the Grand Line, or the Red Line for that matter, to walk around a little city with their heads up high was a good idea was a mystery. But it helped you because it gave you an opportunity to go on a little adventure, just like the books you read talked about!

When you were at home you weren't allowed to read because "reading is a peasants hobby". Little did they know that your grandmother, now passed, had a secret library stacked with books from across the world in her home. Boredom had you seeking trouble one day, causing you to fall right into the library from a hatch in the floor. It hurt, but it was worth it to see rows and rows of shelves lined with hardbacks as old as your parents. Some were newer however, like the Sora comic books that you found. Why your grandmother thought it was nice to keep them was a little strange, even if you didn't know her well she seemed like the uptight sort. Yet nowadays you wondered what she was truly like if she managed to read and dog tag some of the most fascinating books you'd picked up.

Currently, a few days after the events that lead to you escaping, you had landed on the steep shores of an island covered in jungle. With your small, and slowly depleting, supply of snacks you climbed out of the box and began to scale some rocks. In your current attire, the suit you were forced into, it was a lot more difficult than it should have been. Luckily the bubble they usually had you wear was popped with your very dramatic exit through the cabin window.

Reaching solid ground, and grass, you discovered you were met with very dense forest like you'd assumed. With the naive courage of a lion cub, you began to walk into the brush and disappear. As you continued, looking all around at the new sights, you wondered how your parents were doing. Had they noticed you were gone yet? Your father was a busy busy man and often too proud to visit you so he probably had another day or two until he realised you were gone. Your mother was a different story, she'd probably stormed in to have you go on a walk with her through town and saw you missing.

After another hour or so of prodding snakes and narrowly dodging some monkeys on vines, you heard a change in the surrounding sound. Three sharp, childish voices up ahead. It excited you, you'd never met anyone your age who wasn't already from your homeland. Would they look the same? Would they be kind? It seems they'd sensed you before you could stick your head out, as the boy in orange yelled angrily into the bushes.

"Reveal yourself or get lost!" He shouted, making you jump a little. Was everyone out here as aggressive as him?

He hadn't seen you yet but it looked like the blonde he was with finally caught a glimpse of you. "I'm sorry about him, he's just loud don't worry. Could you step into the light?"

You obliged him, looking at the pair in wonder. They were much different from anyone else, definitely not like anyone had warned you. Your uncle said common people had horns and tails that they could control like arms to snatch people, your aunt said they had blue skin and gills like fish with the faces of demons. But these two boys were just like you. With soft looking skin, small noses, full heads of hair and only one pair of eyes. You had yet to spy any horns or tails, but you knew that your aunt was definitely wrong.

The brunette looked unimpressed by you, looking you up and down like how your father looked at people. If the books were right, this was judgement. But the blonde however, looked like he had just choked on a fly. "What the hell is one of them doing out here-"

"Hi I'm Luffy! This is Ace and Sabo. Now that you know us, why're you wearing that ugly potato sack?" The crouched one asked. You'd not noticed him, you definitely should have become his eyes looked like dinner plates and his mouth was stretched like a boa constrictor.

"Luffy don't tell her our names she could be an enemy!" Ace yelled, hitting his brother. You didn't like hitting, it reminded you of your father and that servant you saw once. That back then was much messier than it was now.

"No, Ace's right. That is an enemy" Sabo was pale, like he wanted nothing more than to lunge away or at you. "That's one of those bubble heads I told you about".

You were confused as they entered some private, quiet conversation. Even the loud one was calm. When they concluded, the first brunette looked vicious. He leaned down, picking up a rock and hurling it at a tree near your head. Obviously you flinched away, looking back at him with both confusion and fear. Why were they acting like this?

The blonde copied him, pelting you with pebbles until you were forced to run away. It was only the wide eyed boy that didn't copy, looking at his brothers in anger and yelling something you couldn't hear. It was too bad, you left into the shade of the trees.

You slept in a cave that night, thinking about those boys until morning. It kept you awake. Why didn't they even try to talk to you? What exactly caused that reaction?

Breakfast consisted on a loaf of bread in a tree, with heavy and tired eyes you watched the shrubs below. That was until someone sat next to you with a heavy thud. You turned and saw him, the scar faced one from before. "Hi strange girl!"

"Uh, hi strange boy?" You replied, not knowing what to call him.

He tilted his head and looked offended. "I'm not strange, you are!"

"What, no I'm not! You're the one throwing rocks at me!" You defended, and though it wasn't necessarily true it was just stating the groups odd behaviour.

"Nuh uh, Sabo says you're weird because you keep people and they don't want to be with you and you wear bubbles and shoot people!" He said, crossing his arms.

But you didn't react this time, once again remembering that scene from so long ago. The guns your family had on display, the rooms you weren't allowed to enter that always echoed with suffering. One time, when you were very young, you stood just a little close to one of the padlocked doors and cast a shadow under it. Whatever was behind it lunged at the wood on the other side, cursing and screaming profanities at you. From then on you didn't go near any unknown doors.

You're people weren't good people, you knew that and you didn't know how it made you feel, but now that he'd said it out loud... You could only think, what else did your people do? To the people back home, and to the people of the world. You were stuck behind one-way glass, they could see you but you couldn't see them and it frustrated you. What else was there that was missing?

"You know, I get the feeling that you're not so bad" Luffy hummed, picking a leaf from your hair. You gave him a look but he only ever smiled at you. "I don't think you shoot people, or take them. Do you?"

"No. I- I don't understand. I need to know more about myself, my people, from you because they won't show me or tell me. I don't get it! How are you supposed to be human?" You were struggling with the thoughts in your head that swelled up into tears. Tears were the only thing that ever got you a reaction so it was all you could do. It was like you knew what you wanted to ask but your mouth couldn't say it right. You needed to know more, shatter the glass that kept you apart.

Luffy stuck a finger out and flicked you, making you stop crying momentarily. "I don't know what you have to do to be human, I just do stuff. But I can teach you what I know if you want?".

All you could do was say yes.

For the first week, it was just you and Luffy in the jungle. He told you that the first step to being human was to stop dressing like a bag of flour, telling you to discard your old attire and wear some old clothes he'd managed to snag. It was only a simple pair of boys shorts and a tank top, green and grey.

It was during a fishing trip (attempt) that Luffy showed you his devil fruit abilities, to which you nearly fainted. Devils fruits, Ds and pirates were the three main things all nobles were taught to fear. It didn't help that Luffy revealed he was, in fact, all three or was going to try to be at least for the last one. But his stories, personality and overall sunny nature reassured you. You began to learn not to judge a book by it's cover.

The second week, Sabo and Ace finally revealed themselves again and admitted to having watched you both from afar. The blonde admitted that he also hadn't trusted you with Luffy, and while he thought better now he would still not drop his guard. After learning so much in only seven days, you didn't blame him. Though they didn't like to interact with you, both boys started to tag along or stay close by.

By your third week, you received news about your absence in the form of a newspaper. "World noble child missing: reward being offered for return"

Ace was ready to jump and turn you in, but in a surprise twist Sabo had defended you. It might've helped that you two had a separate talk one night and he confessed to having been noble too, of course not one with your status but it was all the same. He listened to you tell him about your ignorance and Luffy's training, deciding he was alright with you hanging around as long as no one got hurt. You learned that sometimes you can relate to people in the strangest of ways.

After an entire month, Ace finally started to talk to you. Though it was mostly mockery at your poor, but quickly developing, hunting skills you still felt some friendly teasing in his voice. With the danger of being caught, you came up with a plan and finally sat the brothers down to decide what you wanted to do.

In the light of the bonfire your hair glowed like red embers, a serious expression on your face. "I'm going to stay".

Luffy cheered, Ace and Sabo looked unsure. "The longer you stay, the wider the search for you becomes. They'll find you eventually if this keeps up" Sabo warned. He liked your company, but he couldn't risk his brothers for a girl he'd known for a month.

"He's right, you'd need to die for them to stop searching" Ace added morbidly.

"Exactly. I've decided I'm going to die".

The gang let out a collective "huh?" All three looked at you as if you were mad.

You shook your head, pulling out your old clothes from behind you. There was dirt caked into it, a few drops of blood from the rocks and running but other than that it was intact. You needed to change that. "I'm going to set this out as bait, when they find it they'll stop the search".

Sabo looked a little confused. "Why would they stop if they found your clothes, surely they'd just look harder?"

From the corner of your vision you fiddled with a knife you'd been given. It was clear, safe if you cut right. Raising it before they couldn't react, you cut the palm of your hand and let the blood splatter across your old suit. Red soaked into it like a murder scene, hearing the boys let out small yelps.

Luffy ran to you, worried while Sabo screamed something about getting bandages. Ace tsk'ed at you, but he did look slightly shocked. "Smart move, but stupid too. You've gone and messed up your hand now!"

While the night closed you fell asleep watching the stars, those three boys surrounding you equally exhausted. A glint of white crossed the sky as you pet Luffy's hair, he was fast asleep as soon as he'd layed down.

In the morning, all three of you returned to the cliffs where you had come from and stared out into the blue ocean. Wrapped up, torn and stained garment in hand, you tossed it out to sea and watched it drift away into the distance. It was like you were saying goodbye to yourself, except now you weren't sure that was ever really you. You can't remember having as much fun or anger or sadness then, just nothing at all. Being human was being emotional too, and that's what you felt.

In the afternoon Ace cut your hair with a knife in front of a mirror and you stared at yourself. You. For once in your life you controlled how you looked, who you were with and the place you were in. That celestial girl was dead, and from her shining shell crawled out an entirely different person.

The same day you swore an oath to never go back, never be one of them and to join your newfound friends in their profession as pirates.

Everything you feared once was what you'd become, because you realised it was never your fear at all.

I'm sorry please forgive how rushed this was, I hardly had creativity writing it so it's very confusing but I hope you enjoy it.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace #sabo one piece #one piece & reader #platonic reader

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SNEAK PEAK: Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader Story

Hi everybody! I’ve been working on a fic featuring Farm Boy Sebastian sallow based on @localravenclaw ‘s art and as promised here’s a short sneak peak from the beginning of it… hope everyone likes it and I can’t wait to post the full thing…

Edit: story is up and completed! Find here!

Warnings: slight mention of abuse / drunk Solomon sallow, mention of parental loss

Word count: 3,300

One month. One, cold, depressing, and exhausting month in Feldcroft. The neighbors she had met were nice enough, she supposed. One of the merchants was always kind enough to offer her and her siblings sweets, feeling sorry for their disrupted childhood. Another man in the town had started teaching her younger brother how to fly a broom, as he loved quidditch The only exception being Mr. Sallow next door.

One night she had been out in her own yard reading with a small enchanted lantern, a habit her grandmother had secretly endorsed despite her mothers protests. The moon was high and full, the brisk air being combated by the blanket she’d wrapped around herself as she laid on the soft grass. It had to have been close to midnight when the neighbor in question stumbled back up the hill, bottle in hand. As he came around her home she turned a page with a sigh, seeming to startle the drunken man, and he suddenly went into a fit of rage.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing outside so late ?! You’ve scared me nearly to death! Reading in the dark no less? I ought to go straight to your Gran-“ he started shouting, waking her mother and grandmother, as well as several of the neighbors as he roared into the night, frightening her. As he had come closer she had backed up, accidentally knocking over the lantern, starting a small fire along the grass at her feet.

The flames quickly moved up, catching her right foot in the process, and she cried out in pain as her mother rushed outside to see what was wrong. Immediately her mother flew into protective mode, shouting at him to back up as her Gran made it over and doused the flames before she was burned too badly.

“Go home Solomon.” Her grandmother said sternly as the man threw the glass bottle against the side of their new home, shattering it as she knelt down beside the girl to examine the burn.

“I pity those children he watches, especially the boy” her gran muttered under her breath as she helped calm the pain with a simple charm. The burn still aches but not nearly as much as it had.

“I’m sorry I hadn’t told you to steer clear of Sallow… he’s usually fine but sometimes when he’s got a hand on the bottle-“ her Gran started but she stopped the women.

“I - I was just reading” she said with a wobbly voice, tears continuing to fall from her eyes as her grandmother looked at her softly.

“I know. That man is just very bitter, for reasons no one will truly understand. Let’s get you inside. We will sort it out tomorrow. I’m sure once Solomon sobers up he will be back over with his head hung low.” The older woman said, as she brushed her hands on her skirt, and she hobbled in the house to get something more effective at healing the burn on her foot.

That had been the previous night and she went down stairs that morning to her mother’s grim appearance. She tried to push the fear she’d felt at the neighbors outburst from her mind as she hobbled across the kitchen. In her mothers lap sat the youngest of her siblings, munching away on some fresh fruit.

“How’s your foot looking this morning” her mother asked and she didn’t respond, simply bringing it up to her mothers free knee so she could inspect it.

“A little better but it still looks quite awful. How about I run to hogsmead and see if the potions shop as anything to help?” Her mother asked and she just shrugged, putting her foot back down as she moved to the kitchen to retrieve an apple before going to the front door. Sliding shoes on, careful with her burn, she left without much of a word.

Stepping outside, she moved slowly, trying to avoid putting much weight on the foot. As she walked her skirt moved up and exposed the portion of the burn along her ankle to the brisk air. As she made her way around the towns circle, she came to sit at the base of the floo flame.

Since moving here she’s taken to sitting along its back. The thought she could just toss in some powder and be back in France made her feel less alone. From the backside of the stone she has a view of the ruins atop the hill and privacy from the town. Given feldcroft was populated by few people, rarely was the floo network even used.

Given her normal spot made her visible to the sallow home she opted to sit in front of the flame, hiding behind the small stone wall in case Solomon was out and about. Grabbing her book she sat there for a while, looking up every now and again to stare at the flame and thought of their home in France…

She ran through the lavender fields, hiding in the massively overgrown flowers. To a normal adult the flowers came up over the waist but to her small childlike frame she could hide easily within the rows.

“I’m going to get you my little flower fairy!” Her dad shouted playfully as she ran through the fields before dropping down and hiding.

They often held this routine when he got home from work. He’d chase her and actually would give up until she snuck up on him.

“I guess my little fairy isn’t here today… I suppose that means I have to eat all her dessert myself…” he said, whistling before she heard his footsteps heading back towards their home.

Taking that as her opportunity she moved, sliding closer to where she could see him in the fields. Just when she was about to reach out and touch him she felt someone touch her shoulder-

“Sebastian! Don’t startle her” a girls voice called out as she jumped.

Quickly she realized she had fallen asleep by the floo flame her book still propped up on her knee.

Brown eyes. That was the first thing she noticed when she looked up. Not far from her own, she saw dark brown eyes, similar to the color of chocolate frogs, staring down at her.

The boy was kneeling, trying to match her height the best he could, despite still being much larger even while bending down. He still had his warm hand placed on her shoulder from where he’d woken her up. As she looked at him, still startled from being awoken so ungraciously from her dreams of France, she took in every detail of his beautiful face.

Concern evident in his drawn, dark eyebrows. Round button nose, with nostrils slightly flared. Full lips, slightly parted showing just a hint of straight white teeth. His face was absolutely covered in freckles. It was hard to find an inch of his skin that didn’t seem to be covered in blemishes now that she really got a good look. His dark eyelashes fluttered as he looked to her, seemingly to determine if she was alright. All she could do was examine how his dark curls fell over his brow and down his collar so brilliantly...

Are you alright?

She hadn't even realized he had spoken until he quirked one of his bushy eyebrows at her.

She simply nodded, still finding words difficult as she stared at him. It wasn’t until his sister laughed and spoke that she stopped her gawking.

“I think you’ve rendered the poor girl speechless” the girl spoke with a chuckle as the boy, whom she vaguely recalled being referred to as Sebastian, rolled his eyes at his sister.

“Cut it out Anne” he said, annoyance in his tone before he turned back to her. “I apologize for my sister. We weren’t exactly expecting to step back into Feldcroft and see a sleeping girl… although I don’t blame you if you’ve been reading Mystical Secrets of the Ancient Magical World , the title is a bit misleading as it is dreadfully boring” he said carefully grabbing her book.

Before she could speak he offered a hand. For a moment she simply stared at it, analyzing the freckles which spilled down onto the skin along his knuckles. She hasn’t seen many boys close to her age’s hands, but she quickly noted the way his looked much more square than her own. Realizing she was still just looking at him she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up.

“There we are. Do you live around here or did you wander off?” He asked and she turned towards her grandmother’s home, pointing to it.

“You must be Mrs Evelyn's granddaughter from France! Your gran always speaks about you and your siblings. She said you love to read. What are your favorite books? Do you attend Beauxbatons? You look a little young, perhaps you haven’t gotten your wand yet… mine is aspen wood. Did you know aspen wands are used by those said to become accomplished duelists? I am actually in a secret dueling club myself at school. I don’t mean to brag but I’m quite good… Are you here for a visit or-“ the boy began to ramble without so much as a breath between his questions and anecdotes.

She hardly cared, simply looking up at him and smiling bashfully in his face as he rambled. She kept looking at him, stealing glances at his robe, baring a green crest with a snake, along with the 3 piece suit he wore also in a pale green plaid. His sister wore a similar outfit, only difference being a skirt instead of pants and a slightly different collar to the button down shirt.

“Sebastian you’re going to overwhelm her” the girl, Anne, spoke, pushing her brother out of the way with a smile.

“I’m Anne and this annoying boy who doesn’t shut up is my brother Sebastian, we live here with our uncle Solomon-“ Anne started but at the mention of Solomon the girl's eyes grew wide with fear.

Sebastian picked up on the girls immediately fear at the drop of his uncle's name and watched intently as her eyes dropped down to her feet. When he did so, Sebastian realized she had been putting her weight on one foot instead of both.

“What did my uncle do that frightened you?” He asked sternly, interrupting his sister as the girl looked at him wide eyed.

“Sebastian I don’t think-“ Anne said but he cut her off once more.

“She looked like she was going to immediately swell up with tears at just the mention of uncle Solomon. Not to mention her foot or leg is injured. So again,” he said turning towards her before continuing, “what did my uncle do that scared you”. She was taken aback by how gently he spoke, eyes laced with concern as she looked from the home back to him awkwardly.

“I, I was reading late last night, on the lawn of my Gran’s house. He must’ve come back late from the fields I suppose… but when I turned the page I think startled him because he started to yell and shout at me and then…” she said softly, looking down at her feet to avoid eye contact.

Once again Sebastian bent down while setting her book on the ground, having tracked her eyes looking down at her leg. Gently he pushed aside the edge of her long skirt, seeing the burn going from her leg down into the confines of her shoe.

“The lantern got knocked over by accident -“ she tried to reason as his finger gently reached out to brush against her burned skin before he looked up at her apologetically. He was no stranger to his uncle's violent outbursts but he felt awful knowing such a young girl had to experience one all alone.

Carefully bringing out his wand he muttered a spell she didn’t quite hear and suddenly the pain in her injury stopped. The skin didn’t fully heal externally, remnants remaining visually, but the pain went away fully. He once again brushed a gentle finger over her skin before pushing the bottom of her skirt back down and standing up.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that. Might I ask where your parents or Gran were when this happened?” He tried to gauge the gravity of the situation, as she shivered, having finally realized how much she enjoyed the way he carefully caressed her skin.

“My mom and Gran were asleep…” she said as he moved the trunk he had out of the way, gesturing to his sister to head back to their home. At his movement the girl nodded, using her want to levitate both their trunks and start heading back towards the house without a word.

“Why on earth were you out so late on your own?” He asked. From his tone she gathered that the boy had immediately felt a sense of protectiveness over her, most likely due to her age. She realized he was a few years older, but inside she was screaming that she didn’t need to be treated like a child.

“I- I’ve been going outside to read at night. I can’t stand the way the house sounds at night.” she said as if it explained the odd behavior.

The boy only sighed, looking at her, trying to make sense of her aversion to sleeping in the house at night. “It takes some getting used to how all these old houses settle in the late night with the cold air and the wind on them. I know it's loud sometimes but-” he started only to be stopped mid sentence by her.

“This house is too quiet... I miss my Papa’s snoring…” she said quietly as she looked down, a small tear working out of her eye. She brushed it away, holding back the rest as she didn’t want to cry in front of the boy.

He didn’t say anything as he looked at her. Truth be told he understood the feeling quite well.

“I miss my father’s snoring as well.” He said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder again, attempting to explain that he too understood how grief often manifested itself in odd ways. “He used to nearly shake our flat back in London with how loud he was. My first nights here were… also quiet.” Sebastian explained, turning the girl’s body around slightly before slightly pushing her to start walking her back to the home.

She didn’t say anything. Neither did he. They simply traversed the small walk to her grandmother's home while he kept a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Does it… does it go away?” She asked him after a moment.

“No. It doesn’t. It gets easier but never goes away fully.” He said looking at the young girl. Her accent confounded him. He’d never heard someone speak like her. It must’ve been the hybrid of having a Scottish mother and a French father, because her inflections sounded odd.

Before long he found himself on the stoop of his neighbors home, hand comfortingly still on the girl's shoulder when he knocked. As he did so, he looked down. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf, for reasons he’d never know. Her shoulders felt so fragile, and bony, much like a little finch. She stood so much smaller than he did, despite not being that much younger.

Eventually his staring was disrupted when the old woman next door, who had patched up several of his injuries inflicted by Solomon, opened the door seemingly startled to see him alongside the girl.

“Oh Sebastian I see you’re back home for the summer. Met my granddaughter y/n have we?” She asked with a mischievous grin.

“I have, although she hadn’t exactly told me her name. It’s nice to meet you y/n” he said looking down into her eyes with a soft expression, loosening his grip on her as he came to stand behind her.

“Why don’t you get inside dear, you’ve been in the sun a while, you look sunburnt. Go find that aloe plant I keep on the windowsill of your room” her grandmother said, gesturing to the house.

Taking one last glance at the boy the girl smiled and turned to him with a small curtsy. “Thank you Sebastian” she said, with a grin before ducking under her Gran’s arm and stepping inside.

When she came inside she lingered on the stairs, catching glimpses of the boy, as well as his hushed whispers with her Gran.

“I’m sorry about uncle Solomon”

“It’s not your fault dear… you know better than anyone how he is drowned in the bottle”

“Your granddaughter had no reason to be on the receiving end. Poor thing looked like she was going to faint just hearing his name mentioned earlier” she heard him say with a sigh and she caught a brief glimpse of him pushing his hair out of his face.

“She’s been through a lot lately. Losing her father, having to move to a place she doesn’t know, around people she doesn’t know. I’m sure she just needs time to adjust” her Gran spoke.

“Still. I’ll try and keep the wrath of Solomon off her and her siblings the best I can. Might be best to warn them not to go near the house if at all possible. Nor leave the little ones out alone just to be on the safe side.” Sebastian said to the older woman, giving her his word and advice.

“I appreciate it, Sebastian. Now get home before your uncle has a meltdown” she said shooing him from the doorstep before closing the door.

“I know you’re listening, you can come down now” her Gran said with a smile.

She simply sulked back down the stairs, realizing she’d been caught eavesdropping. She expected a reprimand for being rude but the older woman surprised her.

“He’s a very handsome lad. Very smart too, you know?” Gran said and she immediately blushed as the woman looked at her.

“I, I -“ she panicked as her grandmother laughed

“Dear, that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile since you got here. There’s nothing wrong with harboring an innocent crush on the farm boy next door… Why don’t you help me cook supper tonight? I’m sure a feeble old woman like me could use the help of such a strong girl like you” Her gran asked as she nodded.

Later that evening after she’d helped with dinner, and aided her mother in getting her younger siblings into bed, she returned to the private loft and saw the window open. She recalled leaving it cracked but not fully open. On her desk sat the book she had earlier. Sebastian had taken it out of her hand and set it on the ground, neglecting it in the grass. Strange it was back here on her desk.

When she opened the cover a small note spilled out as a quiet snoring sound filled the air. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud, but it filled the silent room with background noise.

She put the book on the table next to her bed, letting it lull her to sleep. And sleep she did, soundly, and with a smile on her face as she replayed the image of his unruly curls and brown eyes in her mind.

To be continued very soon!

I love you all and thanks for the continued support! Also this is from @localravenclaw please check out her farmer Sebastian content it’s inspired the work thus far 😭

Also “Bienvenue en Ecosse” —> “welcome to Scotland”

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Can I request something very personal for Rick? Something where he’s close to Reader and when he gets super close with her he finds out she has a Medusa tattoo? Medusa tattoos are for people who survived sexual abuse if you don’t know. Maybe he gets extra protective over her? He holds her and tells her stuff like “I’ll never let that happen to you ever again.” Can be smutty or not, only if you’re comfy with that. 🥺

I got a few other tattoos with a deeper meaning behind them but that would be too much haha, maybe he sees more on her body the more she shows to him and all of them fascinate and hurt him when he hears the stories behind them. Doesn’t have to be detailed you know, maybe for the ending if this makes sense lol.

Not Broken (Pt.1 ?) || Rick Grimes

I want to thank you for trusting me to write something so personal for you and I am thinking about writing a second part to this that would be 18+ 💗

I can not get away from them and I hope that I have approached the subject so respectfully that everyone (especially you) feel comfortable 👉🏼👈🏼

Impatiently, I wait with Tyreese for Carol and hopefully the others from our group.

It is a miracle that we can even count on the possibility of finding someone from our old group again. Since we were forced to leave the prison behind, we have not been able to find anyone.

Until now.

Now there is hope that Carol will return with someone we know.

Maybe even with Rick.

While Tyreese sits relaxed on a chair in front of the small cabin we've temporarily thawed our headquarters, I pace up and down the porch, glancing every now and then at the woods where Carol disappeared seemingly an eternity ago.

Nervously, I sigh, "We shouldn't have let her go alone, even if she insisted. We should have gone with her, Tyreese."

Good-naturedly, he looks up at me, "Why don't you sit with me? She won't come back any faster if you run your blisters."

I brush my hair out of my face and snort, "And what about that guy in there?"

I point to the door of the cabin where that loopy guy went off on me, but Tyreese doesn't make a face as he replies, "I promise you I took care of him and there's nothing we can do but wait for Carol."

Still far from satisfied, I trust his word and sit down on the narrow bench next to him, "She's long gone. Do you think she found any of us?"

I bite my lower lip and feel his gaze on me, "I guess you mean do I think she'll find Rick."

I quickly open my mouth "I-" and then close it again as I notice my cheeks flush red.

I've been on good terms with Rick for a while now, and briefly I toyed with the idea that it might become something more, but that's not for me, and now I can't even be sure he's alive.

The silence between us is stifling and when I think I can't take it anymore, Tyreese says softly, "He means a lot to you, doesn't he?"

I try to suppress my tears and just nod, because words could never express what I feel for Rick. He's the first man I've let get this close to me since I had to learn what men can be capable of.

"You will meet again." His voice is so soft and loving that a tear does come loose and slide down my cheek.

I close my eyes and try not to think about the way Rick pulled me into his arms and whispered with a suppressed laugh, "You do realize you have your top on backwards, right?"

How he worked at his pigs while I read in the grass and kept catching him looking over at me. As soon as our eyes met, he'd always grin dopily at me, wiping the sweat from his face.

I notice more and more tears rolling down my cheeks, that's when I hear, as if through a veil, Tyreese say, "They're here."

A jolt goes through me and I'm on my feet faster than I would have given myself credit for.

At first I only see Carol and walk down the two flights of stairs from the porch seeing a small group of people following her.

Hectically I look from one to the other and there I see him.

It feels like a lifetime since I last saw his beautiful blue eyes.

For a brief moment he just stares at me and I can't help but do the same.

It feels like the whole world stands still until he lets the rifle slide off his shoulder and runs toward me.

I don't even get to lift my arms before he's already on me, yanking me into his.

Perhaps even a tad tighter than necessary, he presses me against him and I hear his shuffle.

Completely overwhelmed, I also stop trying to hold back the tears and gasp softly, "You're alive, oh God you're here."

His fingers dig into my skin even harder and panic rises in me briefly, but it subsides when he pushes me slightly away from him and I see the tears mirroring mine.

For a split second he looks at my lips and without me being able to react, he leans over and kisses me desperately on the mouth.

I'm far too surprised to return it, and as I awaken from my stupor, Rick breaks away from me and pulls me to his chest.

My ear is on his chest and I can hear his heart beating fast as he mumbles hoarsely, "Forgive me."

I don't know what he's apologizing for at all.

Whether it's the kiss, or that in prison he didn't manage to stay with me like he promised.

But I don't care either because I feel his warmth and know he's with me.

I don't know how long we stand there like that until Glenn quietly clears his throat, "We shouldn't stay here. The fire will attract more walkers."

Sighing, Rick breaks away from me and gives me another quick look before the warmth in it disappears and he becomes our calculating leader.

But despite everything, he doesn't leave my side and keeps me with him all the time with his arm around my waist.

When I think about the fact that in the past I wouldn't have even let a man who is clearly taller and heavier than me pull me aside even by the shoulder so that I wouldn't get knocked over by a bicycle, I can hardly believe that I am relaxed and let Rick grab me by the waist and push me around.

Faster than expected, everyone is ready and we start moving.

Rick doesn't dare let go of me and I gladly push myself even closer to his side. I trust him blindly and can just let myself fall with him.

I hear Daryl say something to Rick that I don't quite understand and he turns back slightly to look at him, his big hand slipping a little and staying on my butt, immediately I tense up.

It's not intentional, but no man has touched me this way in ages, which doesn't mean I don't like it.

In fact, Rick notices right away that I'm no longer leaning loosely against him and turns back to me, "Are you okay?"

Rick doesn't seem to notice where his hand is at all, or it's simply not a big deal to him.

I force myself to look into his eyes and my heart sits out as I see the love and concern in them. Sighing, I lower my gaze and say softly, "Can we talk?"

Quietly he replies, "Whatever you want" and then calls out louder to Daryl, "We're going to go into the woods for a bit, but we'll be right back."

Without comment, he slides his hand up into the small of my back and leads me to the row of trees at the edge of the path.

I keep walking until I look back and can't make out our group, then break away from Rick to face him.

I hesitantly look up from his jacket to his beard, which is longer than I remember, up to his beautiful eyes, "I need to talk to you."

I see him straighten up a bit and take a deep breath, "I'm sorry I just kissed you like that. Forgive me."

I swallow, "That's not the point."

He tilts his head, "It's not?"

Nervously, I wrestle my fingers, "Well…maybe it kind of is."

I just can't look him in the face and stare at his boots, which have seen better days, as he meekly repeats, "I'm sorry I caught you off guard like that. Please…don't be mad."

I've never heard Rick talk so submissively and it hurts my heart that I'm the cause of his insecurity, so I turn my back to him and quietly say, "Take my shirt off."

It's dead silent behind me and I don't even think I hear him breathe, so I repeat a little louder, "The shirt Rick. Take it off me."

I stare off into the woods and hear the leaves rustle under his boots as he takes a small step toward me and asks hoarsely, "You want me to take your clothes off?"

If the situation weren't tense enough, I'd laugh.

I can picture what's going on in his head, and I don't even blame him.

Sighing, I nod, "Yeah."

Again, a few seconds pass before he takes another step toward me and I can feel his body behind me.

His presence is incredible and I feel so incredibly small with him at my back.

I wince slightly as I feel his hands on the hem of my shirt and his knuckles graze my bare skin.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes as the cool air brushes more and more of my exposed skin.

Once the shirt is level with my bra I say softly, "Hold it like this and look at my left side."

I have to smile as I can literally see him frowning and biting his lower lip, not knowing what I'm getting at.

When he asks, "Can I touch it?", I know he's spotted my tattoo and I nod.

Reverently, his calloused fingers glide over my soft skin and I hear myself say, "Medusa tattoos are for people who survived sexual abuse. For me it was a few years ago. I was in a bar with a friend… "I catch my breath and Rick takes another step towards me so that I can feel his chest against my back with every breath and I continue, "There were two men and I couldn't do anything about it…I was alone."

Rick puts his flat hand over my tattoo and I can hear the suppressed anger in his voice: "'ll never let that happen to you ever again."

His loving touch of his hand, makes me tremble and even though I don't want it, I force myself to say, "I know that. But I don't want you to get caught up in something that will never be. I don't want you to look at me the way you did right before you kissed me."

He lowers his head and whispers in my ear, "How did I look at you?"

My heart hammers in my chest and I feel my most intimate part respond to Rick, though I hardly thought it possible, "Like you loved me."

I can't believe I just said it out loud.

Tense, I wait for his response, which he breathes a moment later, "I do."

Unwillingly, I lean against him and force myself to say what I should have said a while ago, "I don't want to impose myself on you, and before you say I don't, hear me out to the end."

I rest my head against his shoulder and finally look him in the eye again, "I trust you or I wouldn't let you touch me like that or even be comfortable with you alone, but that's all I can do. I can't sleep with you, Rick."

He doesn't break eye contact for a second as he says, "I don't care."

Somehow I knew he was going to say that and I smile weakly at him, "You say that now, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep with you and I don't want to put that on you. I know you'd love to fuck me and goodness it's only natural."

Again he bites his lower lip, "I don't need this."

I don't know where the courage comes from, but I press my butt a little harder against him and as I expected, he's hard and moves his hips away the moment I touch him and I raise my eyebrows challengingly, "Like I said, it's natural and I'm not going to force you to abstain, Rick."

His hand slides to my hip, causing my shirt to fall back into place, only now I'm much cooler than before with his hands on my bare skin.

Rick just looks at me and I already think I'm getting what I asked him to get.

We will remain friends, but never more.

Never did I expect my heart to break, even though it's the right thing to do.

Silently he just looks at me and then shakes his head as if he needs to sort out his thoughts, "Do you love me?"

Blinking, I look at him and answer without hesitation, "Yes, I love you."

Determined, he turns me around to face him and says in a firm voice, "Then I don't care. You're not forcing me to do anything at all because I want to. I want you, with everything that comes with it."

Lightly he winks at me, "And I still have my hands if things get rough."

Incredulous, I stare at him, "You…what?"

Gently, he strokes a few strands of hair on my forehead with one hand, "You heard me right. You've been through a lot and you're incredibly strong. If anyone deserves to be happy, it's you and I'm going to make it my personal mission to ensure just that."

Incredulous, I breathe, "Even if it means no sex?"

Smiling, he pulls me into his arms, "You make it sound like I'm a libidinous teenager. You are more important to me than sex could ever be. So, please be my girlfriend."

Actually, I want to laugh, but mixed in with the laughter is a sob followed by tears.

My whole body trembles in his arms and I enjoy how his hand strokes my back again and again.

Gently, he holds me in his arms and I can hardly believe my luck when he whispers, "You just always have to tell me when I should go too far and when you don't like something."

Sniffling, I nod into his chest and hear him ask softly, "Do you have any more tattoos?"

Again, I nod and am even grateful when he hums in his deep voice, "I'd like to see them sometime, whenever you're ready."

And at those words, I can hardly believe my luck at having given my heart to this man.

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Don't Say Go.

Chapter 6.

Summary: Soulmates find each other through what is known as The Pull. A sense within a persons body that their soulmate is within reach that guides them to find them. You find yourself following this Pull, guided by vague dreams of a man you can't quite see, until you collapse in the wild and are found by Troy, your soulmate, who has been following the same feeling toward you for days.

Once connected soulmates are able to share emotions through their bond, as well as being able to sense where the other is. But how this force works is very much a mystery still, it can vary from soulmate to soulmate, and just sometimes a connection too deep can lead twist a bond from something beautiful to, well...

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut.

You hadn’t left the house straight away. When you’d mentioned that one of you should destroy the brain so Derek wouldn’t come back Troy had looked at the body thoughtfully.

“He doesn’t deserve to rest.” he’d said quietly.

You’d watched as your soulmate doused his fingertips in the man’s blood and written the word ‘rapist’ across his chest. Your gut clenched as you felt those hands on you again, heard the sound of a belt buckle. Troy’s eyes snapped to you as if he knew what you were feeling.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he told you.

You shook your head. Maybe not this time. You’d tried to be safe, cautious. If you’d known the gun wasn't loaded maybe you’d tried to run, fought harder…

The sound of Troy’s boot coming down on Dereks mouth made you flinch. Teeth scattered across the floor like dice on a board game before Troy pulled a zip tie from his pocket. He tied Dereks hands and feet before taking a step back.

“He’s a big guy, he’ll take a while to turn. He can rot here for what he did to you.”

You felt yourself begin to tremble then. The adrenaline of the attack faded as you closed your eyes, your hands coming up to hug yourself tight. You felt Troy move closer, could feel his heat so close you knew if you just bent your head forward ever so slightly it would be resting on his chest.

Troy didn’t move to touch you, and you didn’t invite him to. Instead he quietly prompted you to follow him outside as he picked up your backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

The man who had been holding the gun wasn’t in danger of reanimating, not after the damage you had caused. Troy stayed close by you as you unsteadily made your way down the steps and back onto grass covered earth.

Perhaps it was the fresh air that did it, but your stomach clenched painfully and you curled over to empty the meagre contents of your stomach onto the ground.

Again Troy was careful not to touch you other than brushing your hair away from your face as you gasped and retched.

He was saying something, mumbling it over and over as you stood on shaking legs and wiped your mouth on the back of your sleeve.

“Huh?” You croaked.

“If I hadn’t… if i’d just kept away from you…”

You frowned, confused. Had you been right all along and Troy didn’t want anything to do with you?

Why had he followed you, saved you?

“So why not just let them kill me?” You spoke quietly into the dark.

Your chest twisted into something painful as Troy looked at you wide-eyed.

“Why would I do that?”

You hesitated, feeling so so tired of your soulmates conflicting behaviour.

“Well,” you started, “I’ve seen what happens to people who loose their soulmates. I suppose you just wanted to save yourself the pain, right?”

Troy blinked at you, looking at you as if you were insane.

“I didn’t-”

You held up a hand to stop him.

“Spare me. I’m a big girl, ok. I know not all soulmates are… are suitable for each other. You made it clear you didn’t want me. Did you expect me to just hang around with you so close, acting as if this thing in my heart wasn’t calling out for you every second you weren’t nearby!?”

Troy held up both hands as if fending off an attack.

“Whoa whoa. I just saved you-”

“And how did it feel? Before you found me, when he was… when they tried to…”

You couldn’t say the words but you knew they weren’t needed. You remembered the fire in your chest as Derek loomed over you. It hadn’t been fear, or panic. It had been pure fury… fury that hadn’t belonged to you. Troy’s actions had been entirely selfish, to save himself from the pain of a lost soulmate.

“I wanted them to suffer.” Troy said so calmly he might as well have been discussing the mild weather.

“Why?”

Troy ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the curled strands as he closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’ve never felt anything like this…” he began.

You laughed, a hollow sound that made his eyes snap to you.

“And you think I have? Do you have any idea what it’s like to need someone so much and have them turn away from you. I’ve already lost everything…”

Troy seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself if the look of pain across his face was anything to go by.

You knew the strength of the Pull, the bond it could form between two well matched soulmates. Your father had adored your mother, doted on her and protected her until the very end. If Troy’s dislike of you were not stronger than the Pull it would surely leave only fierce possession in place of that desire to protect. You refused to be worth little more to him than a toy he refused to share with others. It was why you’d had to leave, no matter how it pained you.

You held your hand out for your backpack as Troy stared at you, a look of resignation on his face.

“I wasn’t talking to you back in the medical tent.” He said.

Again you frowned.

“You said I shouldn’t have come here. Who else could you have been speaking to?”

Troy’s fingers clenched and unclenched at his sides and you could feel your heart pulsing in time with his movements.

“Myself. I was talking to myself.”

You were getting bored of his frustrating inability to explain himself properly. You let out an exasperated sigh and moved to snatch your bag away.

Troy stepped back, out of reach.

“So much for the hero who just saved my life,” You mocked.

“I’m not good at this,” Troy almost shouted, making you wince.

“No shit!” You snapped back, “Now give me my stuff so I can get out of here.”

Troy moved even further away and you gaped in disbelief at his childishness.

“No. I can’t let you go.”

You wanted to cry. What the hell did he want from you. Go? Stay? Troy began to pace from one side of you to the other.

“You don’t understand because you don’t know me… you don’t know the things i’ve done…”

You glanced back over your shoulder to the abandoned house.

“How can it be worse than what I just did,” you said emptily.

Troy shook his head.

“No. That wasn’t evil. That was justice. Beautiful-”

“That was revenge-”

“They were hurting you-”

“I’m still a murderer!”

Troy fell silent, dropping your bag to the ground as he took a slow, purposeful step toward you. You stood up straight, knowing he was no threat to you as your heart almost purred in your chest as he drew close enough that you could see the stars reflected in his eyes.

“So am I.”

One hand came up to press against his chest as you considered pushing him away until it suddenly felt like your body was engulfed in fire. Every nerve ending sung as electricity ran from your skull to the tips of your toes.

You gasped out loud, as did Troy as your eyes remained transfixed.

“I’ve done things to protect what I care about. When I saw that man on top of you, when I felt your fear-”

So you’d been right. The rage you had felt before hadn't been yours. It was Troy’s. You’d felt him just as he’d felt you.

“The things I wanted to do to make him pay...” Troy continued.

You were speechless. What was Troy trying to say exactly?

“But you didn’t,” you managed to whisper, “you offered me the knife.”

Troy nodded once, solemnly.

“As much as I couldn’t stand to see him touch you, hurting you… I knew it wasn’t my place, unless you told me to.”

You could feel your heart racing like a hummingbird trapped in a cage. You could feel Troy’s too, beneath your palm, thundering strong and fast.

“If I’d asked you to do it-”

“I’d have cut him apart slowly. I'd have made the pain last as long as I could have. I’d…”

You waited, holding your breath. Shouldn’t confessions like this terrify you? Troy sounded like a madman, capable of terrible things.

But were they more terrible than the men who would rape a young woman alone and defenceless?

More terrible than a woman who reduced a man’s face to an unrecognisable mess and coldly slit the throat of another?

Troy didn’t need to tell you what else he would have done. You began to think you understood why he had been so distant, so hard to understand. It wasn’t you he hated.

“You’re not a bad person.” You said gently.

Troy’s eyes slid shut, his shoulders dropping as he let out a long breath.

“Please remember that.” He replied just as softly. “Don't ever forget it.”

You smiled then, smiled and reminded Troy of the sunshine he would see in his dreams of you.

“Does this mean…” he began cautiously.

You nodded, forcing your hand away from his chest was like ripping the skin from your hand, but you did it. Your meeting Troy had already been so messy, you wanted to get rested and cleaned up before anything else might happen between the two of you. Whatever that might be.

“Yeah. Let's go home.”

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Unmarked Grave

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Trigger Warnings for unreality/dream logic, sensuality, feelings of being trapped, symbolism connected to internalized homophobia and abuse, themes of death and being buried, blood, draining, and religious (Catholic) elements.

There was the sound of crunching beneath two pairs of feet before Max could finally see again. 

Max found himself standing within that yard, the dead sycamore tree's branches swaying above his head. He wore his black boots, firmly buried within the slick leaves and crunching the grass beneath. Though he was certain the leaves had come from the tree before him, the tree itself looked as if it’d been dead for years. 

The house looked decrepit from there, with a couple of white shingles missing and several stains on its surface. Still, regardless of these inflictions, it shone brightly in the setting sun, which cast a long light onto Max’s back and illuminated the objects sitting by the tree.

Headstones for pets and smaller pebbles for toys with crudely carved names in their surfaces were scattered underneath the tree. Several branches had fallen there as well, the pointed and discarded things grasping for the graves with slender fingers from beneath the leaves. The stones were all various shades and sizes, with their only similarity being their gray coloring. Yet, Max couldn't help but notice that one of them stood out more than the rest, pushed to the back and remaining completely unmarked. 

"You've lost a lot over the years, haven't you?" Sam's voice asked, causing Max to turn to the figure beside him. 

A white man with red cheeks and a Rudolph like nose stood there, eyes creasing with smile lines. His outfit was red to match, with a beanie on his head and a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck for warmth. The rest of him was as pale as snow, his lips chapped and his mouth trembling with cold. 

"Hello again. It's so nice to see you after all this time," he said, wavy and strawberry bangs bobbing as he spoke. 

“You as well.”

Max's heart began to beat slowly, turning back to the unmarked grave. It was mostly buried beneath the leaves, leading him to believe his original assumption may have been made too hastily. But, it was impossible to tell from where he stood. The only distinct feature the gravestone had was the large and partial crack at its top, looking like a log just waiting to be split in half.  

Max’s feet and hands remained firmly in place, even as the wind attempted to clear the leaves without success. They were beginning to pile onto Max’s feet as he just stared. The two stood there slanted, the tree in the middle of that steep hill. 

"Like I said, you've lost a lot. But do you even know what you've lost?" Sam asked, lips pulled into a smile. 

The action only made them crack more, bleeding out onto the fuzz beneath his bottom lip. Though Sam didn’t seem to notice, keeping his expression as friendly as always, no matter the circumstance. 

With raised brows and some reluctance, Max looked closer at the names on the graves. They weren’t recognizable as the name of pets long since forgotten, but, instead, of people. He spotted Sam’s name there, along with several others. Some were full names, others simply first names or nicknames. 

Although, another grave besides the unmarked grave stood there as an outlier. It was placed front and center and was the tallest grave of them all, the cross on its top aiding in that height. It read in a far more professional inscription "Magdalene Benedict". 

"Mother," Max whispered, the wind picking up again. 

It brushed through both their hair and threatened to bury the other graves as it managed to take several leaves with it. 

"Jude-"

"Stop calling me that," Max said, head snapping to him. 

The wind had gone silent, and Sam’s eyes wide as he stared directly at Max. 

"Look."

Sam pointed to the covered grave without so much as glancing at it himself. A few leaves had been carried off it, revealing the first letter of the name engraved at its front. There was a cross on its top as well, though it had become a victim to the crack and most of it had crumbled off. 

Max burst forward, attempting to uncover it to read the full name. He could feel a pricking on his shoulders as he did so, soon accompanied by a full on downpour. The leaves melded together with the liquid now soaking through them, and only the ones beneath Max’s bent form remained dry. 

He clawed and clawed at the leaves without so much as making a dent in the pile. The only thing that ever revealed itself was that J and, later, that U. Thunder and lightning crackled in the distance, the boom reverberating in Max’s ears. 

Max flinched back, rushing to Sam and holding onto him for dear life. Though Max didn’t remember Sam having one on his person, Sam was now holding a black umbrella to match his blackened clothes. 

“Sam, please, please make it stop,” Max said, tears falling down his face and fingers digging into the fabric of Sam’s coat, “Have I not repented so many times to you? How many years must this torment me until it stops? She’s dead, shouldn’t that be enough?”

Sam’s hand came up, stroking Max’s now drenched head slowly. Looking up at him, Sam’s features had become sharp, and most of his upper face was hidden beneath the dark gloom of his umbrella. 

“This isn’t about repentance, Max. I think we both know what this is about,” he said and Max pulled himself up from his almost kneeling position. 

The two made eye contact, and it was as if Max could see a whole other world within Sam’s eyes. The reflection of the barren yard there had become a sunny and verdant springtime scene, with beautiful flowers growing alongside an Albany white fence. The tree had been reborn as well, lush leaves swaying in the wind. Max could hear it so clearly, along with the chirping of birds and the sound of faint laughter that rang through the yard like bells. 

Max hadn’t realized how close he had come to Sam as he viewed the scene, and, before he knew it, their lips were locking together. The kiss was passionate, as if Max were trying to suck the scene out of Sam’s eyes, or otherwise meld into it somehow. Sam kissed him in turn, arms wrapping around Max’s middle with a tight squeeze.

Their eyes remained open, giving Max a perfect view of the shifting scene. He saw visions of himself and Sam sitting at that garden, of them relaxing on that porch as the seasons passed before they became as old and as withered as the tree in front of them. 

As the kiss went on, Max pressed deeper and deeper into Sam’s lips. The visions had stopped but he wanted more. What would the future have looked like if Sam had stayed in his life? Would they be dating now, married, did they even truly love each other in the first place? The taste and the smell of iron filled Max’s senses, and he only understood why when there was a sudden wetness present on his mouth.

Max pulled away, gasping for air as he found his mouth dripping with ichor. Finally able to see Sam’s face, he realized the man’s skin had only become paler, the rosiness of his cheeks and nose having disappeared entirely. Sam’s lips were dry with blood, as drained as the rest of him and losing their plumpness. 

Max pulled back, stumbling about and nearly tripping several times over the branches beneath his feet.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to. It was just a mistake. I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m sorry!” he said, hands coming up to cover the sides of his face.

“Max?” a voice calmly broke in.

Max continued to fumble around until the person grabbed his shoulders. The man managed to catch him before he fell, ankles becoming entangled. 

“Max,” the man repeated, grip tightening though never hurting, “That woman is gone now, she can’t hurt you anymore.”

Stilling, Max was meant with a paler version of himself, muscles relaxing as the man’s cold chill soothed the sweaty heat that was building up in Max’s body. Max weakly attempted to pull away, hands shaking.

“B-but I,” he began and the man interrupted. 

“Max. Everything is fine. The kiss felt good, didn’t it? And we both wanted it. Does anything else truly matter besides this?”

Max stared at the man’s smiling face for a good minute. Max’s disgruntled expression relaxed when the man did not retract his words.

“I suppose not but I, I didn’t mean to,” Max said and the man laughed.

“I know you didn't. It's alright. I forgive you, Max.”

Max looked up into his eyeless face. Unlike with Sam, when Max looked where the man’s eyes should be, he saw nothing but an endless void. 

Max took a step back, and then another. Before he knew what was happening, and forgetting the state of his legs, the man allowed Max to pull away and he stumbled. Max danced among the gravestones, making it to the final, “unmarked” grave before falling straight onto his back. The moment it came into contact with the leaves, he fell straight through, others coming to replace those that were scattered and burying him underneath.

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Yeehawgust Day Two

Prompt: We Ride at Dawn

(Another excerpt. Word count around 1,200k. Wanted to do something different with the prompt and I achieved it but it's a sleepy little character piece rather than anything exciting so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. A good exercise though.)

A Man Called Garrison or whatever wip

"Saddle Weary"

There was a difference, nuanced but important, between riding a horse regularly and riding a horse constantly. 

Jack fancied himself a good horseman and he had spent many hours in the saddle with the outlaws who had taken him in as a drifter, going from town to town causing one mischief or the next. He was used to the beating of the sun, the way his body moved with the horse underneath him, and how to make his saddle and equipment offer the most comfort possible. After the second day's riding with Garrison, however, he learned that small but significant distinction between a long ride, and riding from sun up to sun down and then doing it all over again the following day. 

Jack's muscles protested this new abuse that night as he slid off his palomino and struggled to stand upright on stiff limbs. His legs and back ached and the ground felt strange and foreign as he took a step across it. 

Already dismounted from his tall sorrel, Garrison glanced over. "Something wrong?"

"No, all's fine." Jack gave a quick smile and nod.

Garrison's horse was nearly the same color as Jack's now, coated with dust from the dry plain they had crossed, and Garrison quietly ignored Jack to spend a fair time brushing and rubbing the horse down. He spent so long at it to give Jack the notion Garrison meant for Jack to do the same. Feeling guilty, and cursing the Johnsville Boys gang for failing to instill habits of proper horse care in him, he gave his steed the same treatment until both the palomino and sorrel were restored to a clean, satin luster, and Garrison seemed to think the job done well enough.

With the horses properly cared for and turned loose to graze on the fresh green grass of the hollow they camped in for the night, Jack's thoughts could singularly focus on his stiffness and pain in his own body. He limped more than walked about while helping Garrison set a small cook fire and prepare a meager but warm meal for the two of them.

"Should probably not have the coffee tomorrow," Garrison commented as they sat finishing their dinner.

Jack looked at him quizzically. "Is something wrong with it?"

"No, but I find it helps."

"Helps with what?" asked Jack, more demanding than he intended. He was in a sour mood. The promise of rejuvenating coffee during the ceaseless hours of their rides was not just a pleasure to look forward to, but a means of surviving the monotonous passing of field after field after barren plain. And Garrison wasn't much for engaging conversation during the day to be of any help to the whole situation. "I'm liable to fall asleep and then where will I be?"

Garrison grinned, that quick flash of teeth behind a wide smile under his sharp eyes. "I've found a man has a choice between keeping his eyes open with coffee, or keeping his body able without it. Never felt more stiff and sore than after a day of hard riding and drinking coffee. You should stretch too." He gestured lazily at the area. "Take a walkabout, ease that stiffness."

This news about the coffee didn't make sense to Jack, and sounded more like an excuse Garrison came up with to keep the drink to himself, and he said as much. "I never heard of coffee causing a person to get sore. And what about you? You're drinking it every morning just the same as me."

"Well of course I am. It's a habit with me. But then, I'm too often riding to get sore anymore. Just a few steps out of the saddle to stretch and I'm right as the rain."

Despite his misgivings, Jack decided he ought to try Garrison's suggestion, if only to please the outlaw hunter. It crossed his mind more times a day than he cared to reckon that as friendly as Garrison was to him, and as much as Jack wanted to believe it no longer mattered, he had been an outlaw when Garrison met him, and Garrison was in the business of hunting outlaws. It boded best to keep their partnership amicable. 

So if that meant he went without coffee for a day or two to satisfy his companion, then he would do just that. For good measure, he got up and walked a few circles around the camp, reluctantly finding that the exercise eased the strain of his tired body despite how much he wanted to simply crawl into his bedroll and sleep. The walking woke him considerably too, refreshing him from the day's ride.

During his fourth circle, Garrison stepped out to meet him, and the two walked to where the horses had wandered to bring them back to camp and tie them for the night to prevent wandering.

"You aren't your usual jovial self today," Garrison remarked. He smiled as he said it, and Jack was reminded of how his pa used to smile at him like that when Jack had scraped his knee or had a good cry when he was small. The mouth smiled, the eyes showed concern.

"Sorry," Jack said, and meant it, and also found that he could smile back, though wearily. "I didn't think how new this all would be to me. Your horse must be smoother than mine, too."

"Maybe he is."

"That's got to be it! I'll trade you in the morning if you like, it would only be fair." He grinned brightly now at Garrison who only shook his head.

They sat down and Jack got out his guitar, fiddled with the tuning for a moment, and began playing a bright song he had heard about springtime and the sun and the rivers in full flood. Garrison listened, reclining against his saddle leisurely. They would take to passing many of their evenings in this way, and sometimes Garrison would hum along, or ask Jack to play a song he liked.

After a time, Jack put the guitar away and the silence of that land wrapped around the little camp like a blanket, with no breeze to stir the grass. A whippoorwill sang out and the horses shuffled quietly in the grass, making the only sounds other than insects on that lonely plain.

"Not used to folks caring much about what I do," Jack said aloud, not sure if his companion was yet awake or asleep.

"Might get used to it, then," came the even reply.

"It's just on account of how I went my own way after Ma died," Jack went on, half aware that he was rambling in his sleepy state. "Was just me looking out for myself, kind of like you. But then with the Johnsville Boys it was worse, on account of how they treated me like I was nothing and -"

"Jack."

Jack stopped.

"You should sleep. We ride again at dawn."

Groaning at this miserable news, especially with the reminder that he would not have coffee waiting for him in the morning, Jack sank down in his bedroll. He thought he heard Garrison chuckle, but it might have only been the creak of saddle leather as he turned over to sleep.

#my western novel that still doesn't have a proper name #yeehawgust 2023 #yeehawgust #my writing #story: rousing dramatic adventure of a man hunting the outlaws that killed his father #me writing the story: they're just soft cowboys having a long ride and making camp and stuff

[bigblackbbnny]

To be a Dixon

✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ╰──➢  ✧;── table of contents ──; ✧ ╭       ⁞ ❏.Characters ⟶ .·. Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon (mentioned), Will Dixon (mentioned), Daryl and Merle's mom (also only mentioned). ┊       ⁞ ❏.Warnings  ⟶ .·. Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst, mentions of Violence. ┊       ⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. So, basically I started watching The Walking Dead for the first time around a month ago, maybe a bit more, and finished at season 10 because i'm going to wait for season 11 to come to Netflix I guess. I loved it, and i've been stuck with the usual Art Block so it's kinda refreshing to be able to write about one of my favorite characters (and being able to write at all in the first place). Also published in AO3~ ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. Daryl thinks about stuff, sad stuff. He doesn't cry though, Dixons don't cry. He's a tough boy.

Daryl lays down on the grass with a plop, he knows he'll go back home slightly wet and covered in dirt and he hopes his Pa will not be there to see it (a nagging thought at the back of his head whispers he shouldn’t give a damn). The wind makes his clothes flutter gently and the greenery around him seems to engulf his small figure, hidden from anyone or anything that could be searching for him. He knows nobody is looking for him though, at least not with good intentions.

His eyes look at the sky, there's not many stars over there so near the city, but if he pays enough attention he can almost recognize the soft glint of a couple more hiding around. The wind whispers against his skin again, the ground cradles his body. It's rough but the grass makes it bearable, like a light cushion.

He silently wonders if that's how being in his mother's arms felt like. Or maybe his father's. He shudders at the last thought.

It's not like he wouldn't like a loving father, he does. He looks at other kids that come from decent looking houses, at their cheerful and caring parents, he watches them hug, bump into each other playfully, being taught by them, riding their father's shoulders and seeming like the lords of the town.

He doesn't envy them, he's not jealous, Daryl tells himself as he looks away. He doesn't need one.

Maybe he does, but it's too late for one.

Will Dixon is a son of a bitch and would never be a proper parent, forever tainted his hopes of a caring parental figure.

His bruised cheek burns as a reminder.

Daryl's left hand brushes against some wild flower, he feels the delicate petals under his fingers. He caresses it carefully trying not to thug at them too much.

His thoughts drift to his older brother, would Merle be okay? Daryl closed his eyes for a second with a snarl. Of course that tough dickhead would be okay. He probably went to get arrested again, or just straight to find someone to beat up -or get beaten up- as if he was doing so with their Pa. Merle was always the strongest of the two, probably because he was the oldest too. He would always scowl at him saying he should 'toughen up' while brushing blood off his face after taking their old man's beating in his stead. Nowadays Merle wasn't home as much as when he was younger, so he couldn't save his ass all the time.

Daryl wouldn't say he missed him but he appreciated the effort he'd done taking care of him, nasty harmless words and scowls included. Nobody else ever did as much as him. Well, Mrs. Gretchen down the street did give him a bandaid once after some guy pushed him and called him a boot-licker for helping the old lady pick up some apples that fell from her broken plastic bag. She even helped him clean the small bleeding wound on his knee and would sometimes give him an apple when he walked by her house.

Merle heard of it, told him he was 'too much of a damn softie'. He paid no attention to his words. He was right though. He didn't feel it was okay to bully nice ladies, and if some kid's balloon got stuck in a tree he might have the thought of helping them reach for it.

He wouldn't, not everyone was nice and welcoming of help. Most were not.

His glassy eyes blinked a couple of times. The petals felt so good against the calloused skin of his fingers, rough from years of survival and still not enough to prevent the string of his crossbow from cutting when he wasn't being careful. He had no idea what the name of the wild flower was, barely being able to notice it had a yellow-ish color.

The texture reminded him of some baby blanket he used to have, now but a tattered rag discarded in the wild of their garden after some of his father's rage bursts. He liked that one, probably one of the last remnants of his mother. She wasn't a good mother, well, she didn't care about them enough to be a mother at all. Probably beaten out of her, too busy filling her lungs with smoke and drowning in alcohol to look at them twice from the corner of her eyes. But maybe she had cared for a couple of minutes. Maybe when he was still a newborn baby she might have held him within the soft baby blanket. He didn't know for sure. He never asked Merle and honestly he didn't want to know the truth at all.

A sigh left his lips.

Sometimes he could remember things, small moments of peace at their house when she was still alive. There were scarce days where they could act like a family, a normal one. Although it all went to hell after she died. He wondered if Merle ever had good times with them when he hadn't been born yet. Sometimes, he would even wonder if it was his fault they were all so broken. Or perhaps it had always been like that, and it would always have been no matter if he was there or not. Dixon blood and stuff.

Will never stopped blaming Merle about what happened, never cared about beating them over any excuse he could find. And even if there was no excuse. Daryl would have to run away days long sometimes, hunt his own food, camp in the woods if he was lucky enough to grab his equipment before rushing out, or sleep in trees if he was not. More often than not.

Daryl looked at people with cozy houses and warm families from afar, people who could sleep with a feeling of safety and weren't bathed in bruises and scars.

He frowned at them, the weaklings. He didn't envy them. He didn't need it, he growled to himself.

(He did, secretly.)

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #one shot #short one shot #young daryl dixon #canonical child abuse #mentioned domestic violence #angst is my comfort #angst and feels #merle dixon #will dixon #twd fic #english is not my first language #no beta we die like walkers

[birdsong-warriors]

I think this page set sums up Cinder and Swift's dynamic in a nutshell. She very much takes the role of a big sister to him.

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#swifthawk's chance #comic pages #injury warning #injury #scars #cinderpelt #swiftpaw #fireheart #man i abuse that grass brush too much

[junisfics]

Hate Fucking ft Eren Jaeger (Day XV)

Focus: Hate Fucking

Warnings: Smut / Nsfw 18 + (Rough Sex), Brief Violence (Blood, Asphyxiation)

Word Count: 2k

You could kill him.

That impulsive, hate ridden, destructive maniac. You want to rip his throat out with your teeth.

Your jaw is clenched tightly, eyebrows furrowed together in anger, as you sit beside Sasha and across from Connie. They chatter nonsense as you eye him down from across the room.

Just hours ago he had taken out all his pent up anger by mercilessly insulting you after your defeat during training. Although wasn't for the reason one would think.

He had you pinned to grass bare dirt, knee pressing into your right arm and opposite foot pressing painfully into your right wrist. The tendons in your forearms rapping up against the sole of his shoe like the strings on a guitar.

His knife held against your throat, every swallow you take causing it to bob gently. His other hand bracing him up by the ground beside your skull, preventing him from sitting on your upper stomach.

"Get off me." You spit, writhing beneath his unexpectedly heavy body.

You speak with your eyes boring into his own. His brows knit together, beads of sweat trailing down his dirt covered face.

"You couldn't even give it your best for me?! You're going easy?! Piece of shit!" He practically growls, pushing the knife further against your quivering throat to enunciate the expletive.

He hates the way you distract him. Never did it cross his mind that you didn't give him your all, it was only the most convincing excuse he could come up with. He despises you for the way your innocent eyes glint as you look at him, and he hates you more for the uncertain lust that lures behind them as he has you pinned beneath him.

"Eren, I'm not - I didn't - get - you're hurting me,"

Recklessly, he throws the knife aside, causing the blade to slit a shallow cut against the fragile skin of your neck. It stings, assumingly more than a deeper cut would have. His large hand replaces the blade, his sweat poisons the wound and sending harsh waves of prickly pain through your body, he squeezes... hard.

Pathetic croaks slip under his palm and past your lips, blood rushing to your face and a deep buzz filling your ears.

Your limbs flail in response, desperately trying to shake him off.

His nose is scrunched, teeth grit into a snarl, face inches away from yours as he alternates the pressure on your neck.

Hard, bruising, enough to threaten unconscious, but before that can happen his grip goes soft enough to give you a moment of uninterrupted breaths. All the time while looking into your fearful eyes, like he's waiting for the light to go out.

You hated the way your body heated up under his dominance. You can't blame yourself, who wouldn't feel at least a twinge of excitement when pressed that closely up against a guy that attractive.

"Eren - p - please, I can't - I" You're voice is hoarse, tears flooding your vision.

He's tackled off. You sit up quickly, hands go flying to your abused throat, clutching and clawing at it mindlessly as you swallow heavy gulps of air. Sasha's by your side, squatting back on her calves with an arm thrown around your heaving shoulders.

Connie throws violent punches to Eren's face as he presses his skull into the dirt with his other hand.

His face bruised, Connie's fist split open a gash in his cheekbone. His pretty green eyes surrounded by popped blood vessels.

You admire his wounds from your table, completely disregarding your dinner and pushing it to Sasha. You go as far as thinking he's pretty... when his mouth is shut. Such a shame that such a handsome face is attached to a shitty person.

"Connie took care of him, y/n, he won't bother you again." Sasha says through the bread stuffing her mouth.

"He's just... an angry person."

***

You shower off the emulsion of sweat and blood that's covering your skin. Scrubbing so harshly with the tattered rag that red welts leave in its wake. The gash on your throat pulses and stings but your glad it's clean.

The itchy fabric of your shirt clings to your damp skin, the now cold water in your hair drips down your your chest as you squeeze it in your fist to wring it out. Legs guiding you back to your room.

Before you can completely retreat, the door gets pushed open as you attempt to close it.

"Hey -" Your mouth shuts immediately.

Eren enters shamelessly, shutting the door behind him as you back away slowly. Your heart wracks against your chest, breath caught once again in your throat no thanks to him.

He's come to finish you off, he's got you alone and now he's come to pummel you into next year.

His hand grips your jaw to avoid the slit on your throat, pressing your cheeks together so your lips pucker ever so slightly. You reach up to his wrist, reaching for sinewy muscle that strains under his grasp.

His eyes look down to you, a dangerous look passing through them momentarily. His face too close for comfort, his hot breath passing through his grit teeth and fanning over your face.

He walks forward, sending you stumbling back against the closed door.

You feel embarrassingly helpless before him. You pray he can't feel the shaking in your legs.

If he starts getting violent will someone know? Will someone hear? Would there be anyone to stop him this time?

"I fucking hate you." He spits, leaning against you and resting his palm against the wood of the door beside your head, "I think about killing you every fucking day we're stuck in this stupid cottage."

Your stomach turns at his words, but you have no courage to speak out against him. Something inside you tells you to listen to him... to wait.

"You drive me insane"

"Eren -" You speak through puckered lips, one hand holding his wrist and the other pushing against his chest.

Whimpers leave your mouth, desperate cries for him to release you, leave you, apologize, something.

"Fuck - " His voice falters for a moment and his jaw slacks as he glances down to the floor, "Do you know what you do?"

His eyes meet yours, the gears in your head begin to turn. They're softer this time, apologetic.

"I - I don't - please, Eren - I don't know what - "

"Stop begging, fucking stop," He closes his eyes tightly as the hand on the door drops to the field of skin between your neck and shoulder.

He squeezes tightly, desperately trying to restrain himself.

"You're so god damn lucky my need for you is stronger then my hate." His face gets too close to quickly, leaning down so your noses are a breath apart, "because I hate you so fucking much."

It's not your stomach that turns within itself this time, it's something else... something lower. All of a sudden his grip is erotic and his body heat is radiating onto yours in all the right places. He's so close, the tension is straining.

"I - I'm - " You're stupid. You can't even think. Your entire body short circuits.

"Let me have you." He begs, voice needy and dropping octaves lower.

He begs.

You mouth drops open as arousal sparks deep inside you. A shudder wracks your body at his words.

"I know you want it. I see it. G - god, fuck, please y/n." Both hands come to hold your face in his hands, "I hate the things you do to me."

His hips stutter forward against your stomach and you can feel him, hard, throbbing in his pants. A whine escapes your lips.

It's pathetic... embarassing... how much you want him. How much you want the man that constantly dances on your last nerve to take you in his strong hands.

"I hate you." Your voice is weak and unconvincing to both him and you.

His mouth takes yours, swallowing your whimpers and flooding you with him. You taste him on your tongue, dull taste of mint toothpaste and herbal tea. You're drunk for it. Hands gripping at the collar of his shirt to pull his toned body flush against you. It's borderline violent, his tongue drinking in your breathy moans and teeth biting at your lips.

You need him. You need this. You need this feeling, this tension, flooded out of your system and gone for good. You want it fucked out of you.

You push against his neck to give you enough space to mumble against his soft lips, "I need you to fuck me, fuck me as hard as you hate me, please."

His cock twitches, jaw dropping at your desperation. A groan choked up in his throat.

You lick at his open mouth and he takes it in his mouth and sucks on it. Never, never in your entire life would you have thought your cunt would flutter around nothing due to someone taking your tongue in their mouth.

He lowers himself into a squat, taking the waistband of your sleeping pants and dragging them down your thighs, biting at the supple skin that's revealed. His calloused hands hold onto your legs as he licks a broad stripe up your inner left leg all the way up to your hip bone.

You let out a breathy moan as he kitten licks at your clit through your panties.

"No, please, I need you - need your cock." You plead and he lets out a curse as he stands.

You kiss him again. Hands grabbing at his torso to get a hold on the waistline of his pants. He follows you, using one hand to press your chest against the door and the other pushing his clothes down his thighs just enough so his aching cock is freed.

Roughly, he grips the backs of your thighs and hoists them around his waist. Cock slipping between your bodies and brushing against your clothed cunt. Pushing you high enough up the door to take his length in his hand, you pull your panties to the side. His tip teases your entrance. You're sheathed onto his length, filthily moaning out as his cock drags across your walls.

"Fucking shit." He groans into your neck, "You're so wet, you're so fucking wet."

It's overwhelming. The flexing of his muscles underneath your grip, his low groans against your skin followed by open mouth kisses. You bite down on your lip, walls fluttering around his throbbing cock in reaction to his words.

"Oh my god, y/n. Did you just cum?"

You did.

You're cunt gripping his dick like a vice. You came just as he buried himself to the hilt. His tip kissing your cervix gently.

"Give me another." You beg, fisting his shirt tighter in your fist.

You're fucked into the door, shirt riding up as you're dragged up and down the both literal and figurative wood.

"You - Eren - you're so big." Your grip on his shoulders is bruising, arms wrap around his neck and forehead falling against his, mouth open in heavy pants.

"You're so pretty like this. God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this. How long I've been conflicted by you. I've fucked my hand to your pretty face every fucking night wishing it was your cunt."

You can't believe it. This whole time he hasn't hated you for anything you've done... he's hated you because he was hating the way you made him feel. You're cunt throbs around him at the mere thought.

"And now... fuck - fuck - just like that - now I have you... and my cock is inside you and not my fucking fist."

You came harder then you ever have before, head slamming back against the door and legs shaking as you suck him in and milk him dry. He slams you down one more time onto his cock and holds you there, throbbing inside you.

#eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #aot smut #twenty five days of smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #tw: blood #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren yeager x reader smut #eren smut #3k

[elysiadjarin]

Day 6: Hand Kink

Day 6 of Kinktober! Already almost a week in, huh… I figured I’d dip into the rich Japanese side of mythology this time. I hope this is an acceptable tribute… Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Trigger warnings for violence mentioned including physical assault, some family abuse dynamics, implied sexual assault (does not actually happen), and mild descriptions of death. Also sexual content including soft dom themes, PinV unprotected sex, entirely consensual.

Tags: Beast Youkai x reader, fox spirit x reader, exophilia, terato

Small Sun Showers

“It’s such a small thing, really.”

You slid the bag you’d brought into the hollow of the old tree. Avoiding the ropes strung around, you carefully sat on the rock next to the tree.

“I brought you some sweet buns, this time, with poppy seeds,” you said, ignoring the comment that had come from the dark hollow. “Since you said you missed some of the herbs.”

The sound of crinkling came from the hole, followed by the sounds of munching. “Attentive to me, as always, sweet one,” the disembodied voice cooed, though a moment later burning orange eyes stared at you from the darkness.

You studiously avoided the gaze, looking down at the grass under your feet. A sliver of shadow from the abandoned warehouse nearby fell over you, giving you some shade from the warm sun. As always, you didn’t respond to the epithets. You never did.

“How is the temple doing?” The voice asked.

“It’s fine,” you answered, almost automatically. “The festival is coming up soon, so everyone is excited.”

“And yet you do not, hmm?” The eyes tilted, as though the head had cocked at her curiously.

Your eyes slid away, more towards the forest beyond the tree. Unconsciously, your fingers tugged at the long sleeves you wore, despite the warm weather.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted. “As a Shrine Maiden, I’m supposed to be doing the Miko Kagura. I’ve been practicing, but…”

“You wear long sleeves again.” A hint of suspicion crept into the voice.

Despite yourself, you flinched. “I— I’m just-“

A low growl issued from the tree. “A spirit has been harassing you again, hasn’t it. Why haven’t you called an exorcist? Or told your Father, the Priest?”

You turned your head away. “It’s been contracted by someone else,” you admitted, voice thin. “I… can’t tell Papa.”

A pause. “Because it was bought at a high price.” A sneer laced the voice. “Then how do you plan to get rid of it? You can’t hold it off forever yourself. And it’s already injured you, hasn’t it.”

You shook your head. “I’ll find out a way. I can’t bother anyone else with it.” Your eyes slid closed, the bruises mottled up your arm throbbing.

“Or you could create a contract with something far more powerful,” came the slick purr. “If you’d only break the talisman, I would make a contract with you, sweet one.” The sealed beast offered, for not the first time.

“You are a beast youkai,” you answered, voice steady. “It is against your nature to bind yourself to anyone, much less become the guardian spirit of a small temple.” You reminded both him and yourself.

“Unless we have reason. Even the mightiest of beasts might be swayed by beauty such as yours.”

A bitter smile twisted your lips as you turned your face away. You? As if. The beast youkai only even spoke to you because you gave it food and paid attention to it out of your own loneliness, not because it somehow cared about you. You couldn’t bring yourself to really believe that.

With a soft sigh, you plucked at your sleeves. “What do you want me to bring you next time?”

But the voice stayed quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, something in its voice had changed. “Do you truly not believe me? I do not lie when I say that I would bind myself to you. I would never let you be injured. I would protect you, like your family cannot. I would hold you close,” the voice said, a dreamy tone in its voice, “and I would shower you with everything you deserve.”

You fought the tears that welled in your eyes as you abruptly stood, grabbing your bag. “If you don’t have any requests, I’ll just bring anything,” you interrupted, struggling to make sure your voice didn’t waver.

A sigh, so soft that you wondered if it were only the wind. “A meat bun.”

You nodded, then headed back down the hillside towards home. Reaching up, you angrily smeared your tears from your cheeks, breath hitching on your sobs.

You could never allow yourself to believe the words of a youkai, much less a powerful and dangerous one like him. No matter how sweet his words, how genuine they sounded… Everyone always lied to you. He would be no exception.

You tried to ignore the little part of you that wondered if maybe, just maybe, dying at the hands of the youkai would be better than continuing the misery of your life.

~

“Fouuuund youuuu.” A yawning mouth sprang from the darkness, black eyes fixed with crazed bloodlust on your body.

You dropped to the floor, scrambling across the hardwood to slide towards the doorway. Leaping back up, you ran for your life. Your breaths came fast and shallow as you blindly ran, tripping through the dark halls of the temple. Behind you, you could hear cackling laughter as its talons scrabbled after you.

You reached out your hand, then burst though the main doors, stumbling across the stones out front. Looking up, you froze.

An entire group of men stood in front of you, all staring at you with leering, jeering faces. The one in the front, the one your brain automatically assumed was the leader, stepped forwards.

“Well, well. Would you look at that.” He grinned, his eyes sliding over your shoulder.

Something grabbed your arm, wrenching you back. You stifled a cry, sinking your teeth into your lip as claws brutally dug into the bruises already all up your arm. The spirit held you, its tight grip almost unbearable.

“I guess the boy must really hate his family, huh?” the man sneered, hands in his pockets as he stared at you down his nose. Reaching out with his foot, he kicked at you like some sort of trash. “To think that he’d offer his own younger sister in exchange for his debts.”

Your heart sank. Of course. Your brother who had gotten into debt with the yakuza. Of course he’d offer you: the only girl, the precious little shrine maiden.

Sadly enough, it didn’t even surprise you. But at least now you figured out why the spirit had haunted you in particular so insistently, and how much trouble you were in. Which, you snorted bitterly to yourself, was a lot. Probably at risk of your life, at best.

A wild thought flashed through your head, desperate but somehow… insistent. Your eyes briefly scanned the crowd of men. You were smaller than most of them, and probably in better shape at this point. If you managed to get a brief head start, you weren’t too far away— enough to maybe be able to get there just fast enough. But you’d have to immobilize the spirit first, at least temporarily.

Thickly, you swallowed, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. You had enough. Just enough for one— Your other hand landed on the spirit’s as your eyes flew open. The spirit let out a piercing shriek, letting go of you as the searing spiritual energy burst through your palm. You didn’t hesitate.

Breaking into a dead sprint, you headed straight for the hill behind the temple. Behind you, you could hear the angry shouts of the men as they started after you. You pushed yourself, ignoring it, taking as many shortcuts as you could, heart pounding in your ears as you gasped for air. Your legs were starting to ache, and you could hear them gaining on you; but the warehouse was in sight.

Skidding around the corner, you ran straight for the tree. Your hand reached for the talisman.

When the yakuza men caught up to you, they found you kneeling at the base of the tree, a shattered seal at your feet.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you whispered into the hollow. “Please… if you help me, just this once… I’ll give you myself in exchange,” you promised weakly.

“It’s too late now, little girl,” the boss sneered, starting to step towards you. “You’re coming with us.”

But before he could say anything more or another move was made, a dark mist began to swirl around the area. Shouts of confusion arose as the mist covered everything, too dark to see through, almost too dark to even move in safely. A low, grating laugh spilled from the darkness, just as you felt yourself being lifted up.

Startled, you gasped softly and clung to the solidity you could feel under your fingers. Lips parted, you stared at the familiar orange eyes that slowly materialized in front of you. A wide, fanged grin split the darkness underneath the eyes; and slowly, a body started to emerge from the swirling dark mist.

“Well hello there, my sweet one,” the familiar voice cooed. Long, pitch black hair tied in a low ponytail framed a pale face. The beast youkai, one that you now recognized as a Fox, held you effortlessly in one arm, pulling you close to his chest. He towered above the ground, dwarfing you in every way possible. His entire hand curled around almost your entire thigh.

You swallowed. “H-hello,” you whispered tremulously, not even sure what to think at this point.

“You released me,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. He leaned forward, and his nose brushed against your cheek as a soft purr rumbled through his chest, reverberating down into you.

Your fingers clenched in his robe, surprise flittering through you that he wasn’t… leaving. Or killing you.

“My brave darling,” the youkai fairly gushed, nosing against you. “Now I can finally fulfill my promise to you.”

“Promise?” you repeated dumbly, mind whirling. What-?

He chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I? That I would contract with you, if you set me free. Protect you, cherish you as you should be.”

He’d actually meant it? What?

“I…” You stared up at his orange eyes, fixed on you intensely. Your breath stuck in your throat as the familiar ache of longing overcame you. Reminded you of your stupidity, falling in love with the beast youkai that you thought would never even glance at you if he were free.

“Of course I’ll do anything for you,” he purred, his tongue flicking out to briefly lick away the tear-streak on your cheek. “As if I would deny you when you offer me the one thing I truly desire more than anything else.” He grinned, eyes sparking. “You.”

And then his fingers tilted your chin up, and your eyes squeezed shut as his lips landed on yours. The kiss was warm and soft, surprisingly so. You could feel your spiritual energy gravitating towards him, could feel it wrapping around him, infusing him, as he made a contract binding him to you and your spiritual energy. He reluctantly let go of your lips, the dizzying kiss making your head spin as you gasped for breath.

“My name is Kaz, sweet one,” he murmured, orange eyes half-lidded in simmering contentment.

Unthinkingly, you repeated the name. “Kaz…”

His eyes glowed. “Now then. Why don’t we start with these filth?”

In the next moment, the mist cleared to reveal that everyone now stood in the empty warehouse. Kaz still held you in his arm, keeping you close against his chest as he stared at the yakuza men starting to reorient themselves.

The boss cursed, glaring at you and Kaz. “Hand her over,” he spat, bristling. “She’s ours.”

But Kaz only laughed, his teeth baring as feral glee glittered in his eyes. “Give you my precious shrine maiden?” he cackled. “Didn’t you ever consider the fact that she is in fact a shrine maiden at a temple, with her own powerful spiritual energy? Enough to make a contract with a powerful beast like me?” He licked his lips. “And your blood… smells wonderful.”

Some of the men started to look wary, clearly leery about the sheer size of Kaz, especially in comparison with you.

Kaz tilted his head toward you, just as he flicked his fingers. A soft sort of puffy cloud materialized beside him, and he gently set you on it. “Stay here while I get rid of these nuisances,” he said gently, his fingers brushing across your cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” With one last sickeningly sweet smile, he turned towards the men. A sword materialized in his hand, practically the size of your entire body.

You looked away, bile rising in your throat. The blood drained from your face as you heard the men screaming, the sound of the carnage making you reach up to clap your hands over your ears. Though you were sure the men were far from innocent or deserving of mercy, the brutality of their deaths was undeniable. A high-pitched, inhuman shriek indicated that the spirit they’d contracted had also been shredded by Kaz.

It made you wonder. How powerful was Kaz, exactly-?

After another moment, you felt Kaz lift you up again in his arm. Eyes flying open, you grasped at his shoulders as he pulled you close against himself again. His other blood-spattered hand still held his sword, but his eyes were adoringly fixed on you.

Reaching up, you absently wiped away a tiny drop of blood off of his jaw. “Thank you,” you whispered. Despite yourself… you felt safe.

His eyes visibly lit up, and his grin widened as he gazed up at you. “Ah, my darling praises me!” You could swear his eyes had hearts in them. “Do I get a kiss?” His grin turned teasing.

You swallowed thickly. “I… I promised you myself if you helped me,” you said weakly. “It’s all I can really give you… besides my spiritual energy—“

Kaz leaned forwards, his face so close that you could almost feel his breath against your lips. “Be my bride,” he whispered, his voice a heady murmur.

You breath hitched. “K-Kaz?” Had you… heard him right-?

“You offered me yourself, darling,” he purred. “So, be my bride. I am contracted to you, aren’t I? So I will be an impertinent beast and ask the shrine maiden to be my bride without shame.”

You closed your eyes. “Okay,” you whispered.

He paused, as though he himself didn’t believe you’d agreed.

Because you both knew that as a youkai contracted to someone with spiritual energy, you had the power to entirely command him to do anything… and deny him anything. Yet here you were, agreeing to be his bride.

“Okay, Kaz,” you repeated, not meeting his eyes. You could feel the color splash across your face.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t as though you really had many other options. Kaz could promise you some sort of safety even against your own family, and his power was certainly enough to protect you against other youkai. It had taken one of the highest-complexity talismans to even seal him away in the first place, and you could already feel through the contract how powerful he was.

The idea of being his bride… wasn’t really disagreeable.

“Darling,” Kaz breathed. His lips gently slid against yours, the touch soothing and almost… grounding. “I’ll be a most devoted husband, I promise,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes and decided that you would try to believe.

The talisman had been such a small thing, really.

~

You smiled as you walked down the street, stretching your hand out to gather the raindrops that pattered down and pooled in your palm. The weather had been beautiful, but despite the warm sunshine and hardly a cloud being in the sky, it had still decided to rain.

Pausing in the middle of the empty sidewalk, you lifted your face and let the raindrops splash against your face in a cooling shower. You loved the rain, the way it seemed to wash away all your heavy worries and soothe the ragged edge in your soul.

A shadow fell over you, and you opened your eyes to see Kaz standing above you, smiling down at you. He leaned down and swept you up into his arm, one hand holding your thigh while the other wrapped around your waist. A startled laugh fell from your lips as you held onto his shoulders.

“Is my darling enjoying the fox wedding?” he cooed.

You flushed, just then realizing the common name for the burst of cloudless rain. You gave him a shy smile, then nodded.

He chuckled. “Should we celebrate, sweet one? I can give you a gift, if you like.” Between one breath and another, he’d shifted you both somewhere else.

You gasped, eyes widening as you saw that you were floating on a soft, wispy cloud, now deep in the forest on the outskirts of town. A place no other people were, where the rain pattered softly against the leaves of the trees and dripped to the undisturbed grasses below. Flowers bloomed beneath your cloudy carpet ride, and you leaned over to brush your fingers through the colorful blooms.

The cloud rose a little, coming to a stop and floating peacefully. Kaz pulled you into his lap, his hands wrapping around your entire waist. He smiled, watching your expressions as you looked around in delight.

“And what do you think of your wedding veil, my darling bride?” Kaz murmured, leaning down to brush his nose against your hair.

You looked down at the long, wispy cloud under you, and smiled. “It’s pretty. Thank you, Kaz.” You tilted your head back to smile at him.

His orange eyes flared, and he caught your lips in a burning kiss that seared through you like foxfire. Letting out a surprised squeak, you grasped his robe, fingers tangling in it for support as he pulled you closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. Your head spun as your eyes fluttered closed.

When he finally parted, you gasped a little for air, blinking dazedly. His hand gently slid up your waist and side, sliding to your back, pulling you flush against him. He pressed another kiss to your lips. You realized, with a burst of embarrassment, that the rain had entirely soaked your shirt, plastering it to your body and leaving rather little to the imagination.

“Darling, my darling,” Kaz murmured against your lips, “won’t you let me touch you?” His hands slid down your body, fingers caressing you sensually.

You bit your lip, heat staining your face. It wasn’t fair. He knew your weakness for his hands. His large, strong hands that held you close, admired your body with touch. His calloused, capable hands that protected you, defended you, worked for you.

You nodded shyly, peeking up at him. Your lips parted in a gasp as his hands slid under your shirt, starting to map out your skin. His tongue slid against yours in a soft kiss, almost distracting you from how his hands deftly explored your body.

It almost startled you when your back landed against the cloud, Kaz hovering above you with his hands wrapped around your waist. His robe slipped open, sliding down his shoulders as he observed you with burning eyes.

“So beautiful, darling,” he purred, his hands trailing down to your pants. “Can I touch? Please?”

Shyly, you nodded, one hand over your mouth as you let out a quiet whimper, chest heaving with breath. Kaz’s hands were so broad, so warm… handled you with such a reverent sort of gentility and softness that you couldn’t help but bask in it, melt into it.

A steady purr rumbled through his chest as he kissed his way down your jaw and neck, fingers sliding into your pants and underwear to pull them off. Sliding his hands under you, he pulled your body up against him, lips sliding across yours.

Your hands braced you against his chest as you gasped, feeling his cock land heavily against your stomach. It throbbed against you, but he quickly distracted you as one hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back. He pressed a kiss to your lips, his mouth hot against your skin.

“So tiny and sweet,” Kaz mumbled against your neck, his voice half-drunk. His fingers slid across your thigh wrapped around his waist, and he lowered his hips, pushing you into the plush softness of the cloud. Your mind started to fuzz, entirely focused on the way his hands grasped at you, somehow greedy and gentle all at once, and the way he handled you with that deft confidence yet tender infatuation.

“Kaz,” the moan left your lips before you could quite help it, your entire body humming at every brush of his fingers.

His answering hum was low and amused as he started to gently slide into you, making you gasp and arch. His cock slid into you without resistance. You’d gotten so wet just thanks to his soft touches and gentle attention. He murmured your name against your lips as he slid wholly into you, seating himself inside with a heavy breath.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you tried to somehow ground yourself. Everything had started to go fuzzy, especially as his hands wrapped entirely around your hips and pulled you down onto his cock, his grasp iron as he ground up into you.

His pace, once he started thrusting, stayed steady and almost agonizingly slow. But when you whined, he chuckled and slid his fingers between your lips instead. You let his lithe fingers gently play with your tongue, while his other hand kept you anchored to him.

You could feel the coil inside you steadily growing, getting tighter, closer to the edge. Everything felt so hazy and light, like the solidity of his body was the only real thing, the only think that mattered. Like his hands were the only things that kept you grounded, held you down, safe from drifting away.

“K-Kaz.” Your teary eyelids opened to gaze up at his face.

“Does this please you, my darling?” Kaz murmured, sliding his fingers out of your mouth and down to press against your clit.

“I— I love you.” Your fingers curled against his chest.

His orange eyes widened, then flooded with that pure, infatuated adoration. “I love you, my sweet darling,” he purred, kissing you. “And I am so entirely yours.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing over you with a force that left you lightheaded and dizzy. The pleasure suffused your entire body until you were gasping, tears streaking down your cheeks as you whimpered.

You finally floated down from your high to the feeling of Kaz’s hands sweeping over you. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your skin. He pulsed inside you, but still kept his pace slow and steady as he fucked you through the aftershocks.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His hands clenched around your hips, and he let out a groan as he rested his head beside yours. You could tell that he was so close, his hips starting to stutter.

“You feel so lovely, so warm and tight and soft, darling,” Kaz groaned. “Please, can I—“

“It’s okay, Kaz,” you reassured sweetly, voice shy. “You can.”

He jerked one more time, sinking into you with a low groan. His entire body shuddered as he came, pouring into you as he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints. For once, you didn’t mind the bruises.

Pulling back, he caught your lips in a deep kiss, mouth slanting over yours. He poured the love, the gratitude, the adoration between your lips until you felt as though you could drown in it.

“I will always protect you,” he promised against your lips.

And for once, you believed the promise.

It was such a small thing, really.

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[genshin-obsessed]

Where He Likes To Kiss You

AN: Hiii!! This is going to be my first Genshin fic that I post so I hope you like it! This is one of my fav types of way to write fics. Just choose a bunch of characters and write preferences!

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, and Zhongli!

Come one! Come all! Find your mans and read!

Summary: The boys like kissing you! But what’s their favorite spot? 

I DON’T HAVE A BANNER FOR ZHONGLI BUT I JUST CAN’T FIND A GOOD PICTURE TT^TT (POST EDIT: I DO NOW >:) )

Ears!

Kaeya loves to sneak a smooch on your ears every now and then.

If you blush or get shy, expect even more after. He likes to tease you every now and then.

His preferred method for getting a smooch is ambushing you. He finds you doing something, sneaks up, wraps his arms around you, and gives your ear a gentle kiss.

Yes, you’ve accidentally knocked him out.

You were busy looking at the list of commissions you had just received and failed to notice your boyfriend approaching. Your eyes were glued to the list as you tried to figure out which ones would be faster to complete and which ones would require help. As you turned the page in the handbook, you felt an arm around your waist, and a pair of lips brush across your ears.

You jumped, shutting your eyes and closing the handbook. With a pout, you turned around in Kaeya’s arms and looked up at him.

“Come on! You scared me!”

“Now if you’re going to keep looking this cute, how do you expect me to stop?” He teased, brushing his lips across your pouty ones. You only huffed, but had to admit, it was a nice surprise. You closed your eyes and leaned your head on his chest as you hugged him.

Cheeks!

Venti loves your cheeks. They’re so soft!

Venti loves squishing your cheeks between his hands and he loves to rub his nose against your cheek as well.

He usually prefers to hug you and then give you a kiss on the cheek. Venti’s very playful, therefore, you always get playful kisses.

Venti can be a little too playful at times, but he always makes up for it. He’ll gently grab your face, rub his thumbs against your cheeks, and place a kiss on your lips… then cheeks right after.

You waited by the tree that Venti usually liked to visit. You both had agreed to meet here in between the commissions you were given. You didn’t have too long, only an hour, but that was enough for Venti. Really, he’d even take seeing you for a minute rather than not seeing you at all.

Finally, you saw the bard not too far away. He was walking towards you with a big smile, waving at you. You stood from your spot and waved back, running towards him. You finally jumped up as he caught you, with a bright smile.

“VENTI!”

“(F/N)!” Almost immediately, Venti was kissing your cheeks, over and over. You giggled as he finally set you down before taking your face in his hands. The adoration and love in his eyes almost melted you as he gazed at you. “I missed you.” He whispered, his thumbs grazing your cheeks.

“I missed you too.” You responded as he leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to your lips. You both found a nice little spot to lay down and spend your precious time with each other.

Forehead!

Diluc loves to kiss your forehead.

There’s just something about grabbing your face and giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. Your blush is just icing on the top.

Diluc doesn’t really like PDA, so he prefers being in private when he kisses you.

He likes to grab your hand or arm and tug you towards him. He then gently grabs your face and leans in, pressing a sweet kiss right on your forehead.

You sighed and shut your eyes, stretching your arms above your head. When had it gotten so late? The sun was gone and the bright, full moon lit your path ahead. You were ever so slowly making your way back to Dawn Winery since you’d promised to spend the night with your boyfriend, someone who you didn’t get to see very often. Both you and Diluc were so busy that you barely had time for each other, so you decided to spend the night with him instead of an inn.

You knocked on the doors which opened in a couple of seconds with a maid greeting you. You made your way upstairs to Diluc’s room, knocking on the door and waiting patiently. You didn’t have to wait long as he’d opened the door almost immediately. Diluc grabbed your hand and tugged you close, shutting the door behind you. His arms were around you within seconds and you melted against his warmth. It was a second before he placed a kiss against your forehead. You smiled and looked up at him, meeting his vermillion eyes.

“I missed you so much, (f/n).”

Nose!

Razor loves to give Eskimo kisses.

He also loves to nip at your little nose.

Razor doesn’t really understand kisses, but this is something that he can do to show affection. You have kissed him before, but he prefers your nose.

Usually Razor just awkwardly comes up to you, but after being together for a while, you understand what he means. So you just lean in and let him nip your nose or give you an eskimo kiss.

“Why does he have to live so far away!” Paimon pouted as she followed you. You only giggled as you jumped over a rock and looked up at her.

“Paimon, you’re floating. What muscles are you using right now.” She only crossed her arms and playfully glared at you.

“Hey! Floating requires a lot of work!” You only nodded as you started to make your way off the beaten path. You had missed Razor a little more than usual and he still refused to come live with you. You had been trying to convince him and it seemed like it was working. Mostly because you wanted to spend more time with him and go on adventures with him.

“(F/n)!” You turned around and saw your silver-haired boyfriend right behind you. Paimon took that as her cue and quickly disappeared as you smiled and waved, walking towards him to give him a quick hug.

“Razor! I missed you.” He gave you one of his rare smiles as he nipped your nose, making you giggle. It was always something adorable that you loved to see him do. You interloped your hands as the two of you started to venture deeper into the forest together.

Hands!

Xiao likes your hands, he loves holding your hands, and especially loves playing with your fingers.

Xiao is a little awkward when it comes to intimacy. He doesn’t really understand it but he feels the most comfortable with holding hands.

This is the only thing he doesn’t mind doing in public. It bothers him when people stare if you two kiss, so holding your head will have to suffice.

Whenever you see Xiao, the first thing he does is reach out to grab your hand. There’s just something about holding your hand, feeling the warmth, and feeling how real you are that brings him comfort.

“Xiao! Hi!” The Adeptus smiled as he closed his eyes. He could hear your footsteps getting closer and he turned around and saw your form move closer.

“Hello, (f/n).” Oh, how he missed your voice and scent. You had been much busier than usual and- although he didn’t want to admit it- he really missed you. You walked closer, placed a small box on a nearby table, and gave him a hug, one that lasted longer than usual, but you didn’t mind. He held you tightly, letting your warmth and scent spread around him, before eventually letting you go.

Almost immediately, he took your hands into his and lifted them up to his lips. He placed a kiss on both hands before gently brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. He was always so gentle and careful, it made you feel great, even though both of you knew just how tough you were.

“You’re always so soft.” You giggled as you moved closer, making him huff a little.

“Soft… I’m not soft… you are.” You giggled and picked up the box and held it out to him. He took it and opened it, giving you a rare smile when he saw the contents. Almond Tofu.

Lips!

Xingqiu loves your lips! They’re so soft and warm!

Xingqiu also loves touching your lips. Not full on playing with them, but he loves to drag his thumb across your lips and just… stare. Why are you so fucking bEaUtIfUl?!

He also loves to see you blush. Like the first time he snuck a kiss in, your eyes went wide and your cheeks flushed red. Yeah, he likes that. Do it again.

Generally, he’ll smile when he sees you. He’s not very awkward at all, actually. He’ll slide an arm around your waist and tug you in close before placing a kiss on your lips. It’s a couple seconds long, but don’t tempt him. He can’t help himself.

“-qiu! Xingqiu!” The bluenette jumped and looked at you, blinking a couple of times. You were giving him a little pout and he laughed nervously before placing his book down on the grass.

“Sorry, (f/n), I didn’t mean to get so lost into the book.” You huffed and moved away, crossing your arms and looking in the distance.

“Since you’re so busy, I’ll just get started on my commissions! I have a bunch anyway.” Before you could even stand, his hands grabbed yours and he tugged you into his lap, before wrapping his arms around you.

“No! I’m sorry!” He stuffed his face into your chest and closed his eyes, breathing in your scent. “I’ll pay more attention to you.” He looked up at you, raising his hand and gently running it along your bottom lip.

“Keep that up and I’ll revoke kisses for an entire day.” You swore you could see his world fall apart. His eyes widened and a look of horror fell on his face.

“NO! I’m so, so, so, sorry! Please forgive me, my love. I swear I’ll pay attention to you all day!” Wow, that was easy. There was a glint of mischief in your eyes as you leaned in.

“Oh? You promise?” He nodded immediately, making you giggle as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his. He hummed in content as he closed his eyes and returned your kiss. Ok, now you had a little teeny bit of leverage. Just a little! You would definitely use this power wisely and weren’t going to abuse it.

Neck!

It wasn’t intended to be one of the first places he kissed, but here we are.

He does have to admit the first time he saw your reaction, there was just this urge to… do it again. He wanted to see you blush like that again.

Mans is a bit awkward, but he means well. He does give you cute little awkward hugs just to get to your neck, but you just giggle and pat his head.

Whenever he sees you off in your own world, he comes up behind you and places a small little kiss against your neck. He then nuzzles his face on the spot right after. It took a bit of getting used to, but now you just melt into his arms.

You and Paimon were looking at the lists of requests that you’d gotten. Recently, the adventure guild had received A LOT of requests for you in particular to help. Of course, you weren’t one to refuse a plea for help so you’d accepted them all. They weren’t too difficult, but they were lengthy. There was only one of you but the requests were piling up. So the faster you got started, the better. The good thing was that you weren’t alone. Your team was there to help you!

You jumped a little when you felt an arm around your waist and face bury itself in your neck. You giggled as Paimon quickly disappeared as you placed the requests down on the table and leaned into your boyfriend.

“You surprised me!”

“I’m sorry, you were just in your own world and you looked really cute.” You smiled as he placed kisses along the nape of your neck, making you giggle. It did tickle a little bit, but there was a comforting sensation that followed. The feeling of warmth and safety that surrounded you that you just hated to leave. You turned in his arms and smiled up at him.

“You’re cute.”

“Huh? No, you.”

“No. You’re cute.”

“I think I was very clear when I said you were the cute one.” Oh dear, this cycle wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #genshin diluc #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin razor #razor x reader #genshin xiao #genshin xingqiu #xingqiu x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader

[queenxxxsupreme]

Protector (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

A/N: In most of my Arthur fics, if I mention the reader’s horse his name is Calvin and he’s blind in one eye so if you’ve noticed it that’s awesome! If you haven’t no worries! I just wanted to point it out before anyone gets confused. I’m not sure how many times I’ve mentioned it but I know in my head that’s how it is 😂

Warnings: Micah being a dick, no actual animal abuse but it almost happens, Micah roughly grabs reader but that’s it, nothing out of canon

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You can defend yourself. Arthur knows this. But he makes sure Micah knows you aren’t the only reason he should keep his hands to himself.

***

You hummed softly to yourself as you helped Mr. Pearson prepare dinner. 

You looked up from the potato in your hand for a moment, eyes flickering around camp to take count of who was present. 

Mrs. Grimshaw had pulled Pearson away from his wagon and all the way to the other side of camp. Mary-Beth was sitting on a chair near her shared tent with the girls, busying herself with a book in hand.

 Abigail and Jack were towards the back of camp. Abigail was doing her best at keeping Jack occupied with the flowers growing in the grass back there. Molly was fixing her makeup in her tent at the center of camp.

 Micah was near the horses, messing with a saddle bag on his horse. Everyone else was gone. Today was one of those days that everyone was busy away from camp. 

“Son of a bitch!”

You lifted your head up from the potatoes you were peeling, turning your attention to where the horses were hitched. 

Micah stood by your horse, a gray Dutch Warmblood named Calvin. Micah was cradling his hand to his chest as he cursed, but then he looked at your horse and pulled his fist back as if to strike the animal. 

You were on your feet and crossing camp in a matter of seconds, grabbing the back of his coat and pulling him away from your horse. 

“Don’t you dare put your hands on my horse, Micah Bell.” You spoke through clenched teeth, holding the knife you’d been using to peel potatoes in your hand at your side. 

“That damn bastard of a horse bit me! Nearly took off my fucking hand!”

“Then don’t get close enough to him for him to grab you!” You raised your voice to match his, holding his gaze as he glared at you. 

Micah took a step towards you, knowing very well that he could use his height to appear more intimidating. But you weren’t one to back down so easily.

“Maybe if someone taught you a lesson in manners, that horse would behave better.”

“You don’t get to say shit about me and my manners, Bell.” You shook your head, pointing at him with the tip of the knife. “Don’t touch my horse, or I’ll put a knife between your ribs.”

You moved to return to the potatoes but Micah wasn’t about to let you off so easily. 

“Now see, girl, I don’t much care for that attitude you have.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you back around to face him. You didn’t even get a chance to use the knife to defend yourself because he’d grabbed the arm that you held the knife in. 

“Let me go, Micah.” You spoke through your teeth, glaring up at him. 

“Oh, Mr. Morgan isn’t here to save you, sweetheart. You’ve gotta face the consequences of your actions.” He smirked as he looked down at you. His grip on your arm was unbelievably tight and no matter how much you tried to get loose, you couldn’t seem to break free. “Don’t you raise your voice at me like I’m some little bitch of yours. I’m not your cowpoke. I ain’t scared of you, and I ain’t scared–,”

You cut him off by headbutting him. He immediately released you and stumbled back, cursing. 

“Don’t put your hands on my horse, Micah Bell.” You repeated your warning, readjusting your grip on your knife. 

“You think you’re big and bad because you’re sleepin’ with Morgan, don’t you?” Micah took a step towards you, wiping the blood from his lip. “Goddamned whore! Probably sleeping with half the fucking camp too!” 

“Micah!” Charles called his name. 

You turned your head to see Charles moving towards you and Micah. 

“Is she sleeping with you?” Micah pointed an accusing finger at Charles but Charles ignored him. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Charles asked you. 

“I’m fine, Charles.” You gave him a little smile, hoping that maybe he’d let the whole thing go. “Just had to have some words with Micah.”

“Looks like it was a little more than a few words.” Charles glared at Micah before following you back towards Pearson’s wagon. 

“Well, with someone like Micah Bell, words barely get through to him.” You returned to peeling potatoes. “Too damn stubborn.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

Just a few moments later, Arthur, Bill, Javier, and Lenny returned to camp, hitching their horses up beside Calvin. 

Bill tethered Brown Jack to the same post Calvin was on. 

“Be careful of Calvin, Bill.” Lenny warned, pointing to your horse. “He likes takin’ a piece off of whoever passes by too close.” 

You grinned a little as you listened to them joke around about Calvin. He was a sweet horse, he was just crotchety and being that he was blind in one eye didn’t help that either. 

“I think it’s just you boys he don’t like.” You spoke up as the small group made their way into camp. “Kieran can brush him down any time of day and Calvin is just as sweet as could be.”

“That’s ‘cause Kieran sneaks the old man treats.” Javier spoke as he sat down at the table not too far away from Pearson’s wagon. “Found out how to get to Calvin’s heart. Sugarcubes.”

“Oh, it’s just ‘cause Kieran’s a sweet kid.” You teased, eyes flickering up to watch Arthur. 

He grunted, shaking his head. 

“Ain’t nothin’ sweet about an O’Driscoll.” 

You finished cutting up the potato in your hand and then put the knife down. 

“Damn bastard!” Karen shouted as she hitched her horse to a post.

“Who are you cursing at, Karen?” Lenny asked. 

“Micah! He nearly ran right into me running outta this place!” She brushed her skirt off. “What’s got him all pissed off?”

“The wind probably blew the wrong way.” Arthur said. 

You chose to stay quiet. You turned your head to look at Charles. He was near the backside of Pearson’s wagon. His eyes found yours. You took a deep breath, shaking your head just slightly, then turned your attention to Calvin. He was okay, you knew that, but you couldn’t help feeling the need to make sure he was okay. 

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” You wiped your hands off on a rag and set it on the table before making your way towards the horses.

Arthur took note of your behavior. You usually were the first one to poke fun at Micah, to comment on his antics. It was unlike you to stay silent when his bad attitude was brought up. 

Arthur sat down in the seat you’d previously been in, absentmindedly scratching his scruffy jaw. 

Seeing that Javier and Lenny were engaged in a conversation of their own, Charles moved to Arthur.

“Arthur?”

“Hey, Charles.” Arthur greeted him.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Arthur nodded and followed Charles towards the lake away from everyone else. 

“I didn’t see everything, but I was coming back from switching out guard duty when I saw Micah had ahold Y/N’s arm.” 

Arthur’s eyes darted across camp to you. 

“Don’t worry, Arthur. She’s okay.” Charles assured him. “I just wanted to tell you because I don’t trust Micah. I don’t know if he’ll do anything or what he was trying to do. I don’t know what goes through that man’s head, and I don’t want anything to happen to Y/N.”

Arthur let out a heavy breath, running his hand over his face. Anger bubble in his veins. 

“He’s a snake, Arthur.” Charles spoke quietly.

“I know he is, Charles.” Arthur shook his head, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Did you…. Did you see him put his hands on her in any other way?” 

“No. All I caught was him holding her arm and she headbutted him. Caught him right in the nose and mouth.”

“He didn’t hit her or nothin’ did he?”

“Not that I saw.”

Arthur nodded his head, letting out a heavy breath through his nose. He put his hand on Charles’s shoulder, nodding his head once, then moved across camp. 

***

You approached Calvin on his right side so that he could see you. His left eye was the one that was blind and he didn’t react well to anyone coming up to him from that side. 

“Hey, handsome.” You cooed, smiling softly as you reached out to rub his nose. He huffed and leaned into your touch. Your touch moved along his neck and down his side, then to his hindquarter. “My good boy, huh? Just don’t like no one else, do ya?”

“Think you have a thing for grumpy old fellers.” 

You looked up to see Arthur rubbing Taima’s nose. 

“I like the challenge that comes with the grumpy ones.”

He chuckled.

“You, uh, you know why Micah left like he did?”

“No.” You shook your head, moving around to Calvin’s blind side. “But it’s hard to tell what’s going through that man’s head.”

“Just thought maybe you’d know since you were here with him.” Arthur thought at loud.

You shook your head. You could feel his eyes on you, studying you like a book. 

“You’d tell me if something happened, wouldn’t ya?”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his. You were quiet for a few moments, locking your jaw. 

“Charles told you, didn’t he?”

Arthur nodded silently.

“He almost got a knife in his gut. He raised his fist like he was gonna hit Cal ‘cause Cal bit him. But I had it under control. No need to worry. Micah’s just a sour bastard. Don’t like being told off, especially not by a lady.”

Arthur let out a sigh. 

You gave Calvin a loving pat on the shoulder and moved to go back to Pearson’s wagon. 

“I don’t like leavin’ you here at camp with him.” Arthur followed behind you.

“I know you don’t, but you don’t have much of a choice.” You washed your hands and started to get back to work. 

His hand wrapped around your wrist and he carefully pulled you back around to face him. 

“Don’t egg him on when I’m not here.”

“I can fight my own fights, Arthur. And I’m not gonna let him hit my horse-,”

“That’s not what I’m sayin’, Y/N.” He cut you off, looking down at you. “If he ever put his hands on you, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill ‘em.”

“I know.” You placed your hand on his chest. “I know. But you, Arthur Morgan, also know that I can kick ass just as good as any man here. You shouldn’t worry so much.”

“I’ll always worry.” Arthur took your hand and brought it up to his lips. “Micah’s a snake.”

“Worrying is bad for such an old man’s heart.” A grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you moved away from him. He allowed you to slip away, watching you return to your chair by Pearson’s table. 

Arthur chuckled at you, shaking his head. 

***

Arthur settled back into bed, getting comfortable while you changed into a chemise and fixed your hair for the night. 

“I think I gotta go to Strawberry tomorrow.” 

“What for?” You slipped on your chemise, pulling it down over your head and into place. 

“Dutch said there’s someone there who has information on a train comin’ through.” Arthur tucked one hand behind his head and watched you turn to face him. His eyes flickered down to look over you. 

Though the lighting from the lamp wasn’t the best, he could see an odd marking on your bicep just above your elbow. It was darker than the rest of your skin and seemed out of place. 

Arthur sat up, brows furrowing together. 

“Come here a minute, pumpkin.”

“What?”

“Just come here.” He patted the bedside next to him. 

You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, confused but unaware of what he had seen.

Now that he was close enough to see just exactly what they were, he could tell they were bruises. 

You looked down to see what he was looking at. 

“What is that?” You furrowed your brows together.

“Looks like finger shaped bruises.” Arthur just barely brushed his fingers over the markings. “Micah’s lucky I don’t cut off his goddamn hands.”

“Don’t, Arthur.” Your eyes shot up to find his. “I’m serious.”

“I am too.” Anger clouded his blue eyes, making them a stormy gray instead of the pretty vibrant blue you adored so much. 

“He ain’t worth you gettin’ in trouble, Arthur. I probably broke his nose anyways.” You stood up. “Let’s go to bed.”

Arthur was silent as he laid back down and you climbed into bed with him. You curled up against his side, resting your head on his chest. 

“Just don’t want nothin’ to happen to you, pumpkin.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head. 

“Nothin’s gonna happen to me.” You assured him. 

***

Once Arthur was sure you were asleep, he put his clothes back on and slipped out of his tent. 

He looked around camp, spotting a small group gathered around a campfire near Pearson’s tent. He could spot Dutch, Hosea, Javier, Bill, John, and most importantly Micah. 

Arthur took a deep breath, fighting the urge to cross the camp and start throwing punches at Micah. 

Instead, he calmly made his way to the fire and sat down on the log next to John. 

“Thought you went to bed.” John commented. 

“Nah, can’t sleep.” Arthur shook his head. 

“Arthur! So glad you could join us!” Dutch’s voice was unnecessarily loud. Arthur hoped you wouldn’t wake up. 

“Hi, Dutch.”

“Thought you and Miss Y/L/N had gone off to bed for the night, cowpoke.” Micah offered him a beer but Arthur declined, lips pressing together in a tight line. “What happened?”

“Figured I’d stay up a little longer. Spend some time with you guys.” Arthur forced a smile on to his lips. “Don’t get to do that much anymore, do I?”

“No, as a matter of fact you don’t. You’re either off playing hero or-or…. or your off playing hero.” Bill swayed in his seat. He had too much to drink. 

“Or you know, you’ve got certain people around here up your ass.” Micah shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t have time to sit around and drink with your brothers.”

John furrowed his brows, looking over at Micah. 

“What the hell are you talking about, Bell?”

“Shut up, Marston.”

“You know what? Maybe you’re right.” Arthur tilted his head to the side a little as he looked at Micah. “What happened to your nose? I’ve never noticed it was so crooked.”

Micah scowled. 

“Or maybe it’s not.” Arthur shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe I just never got a good look at it.” 

“My god, Arthur, I think you’re right.” Hosea leaned forward as if to take a closer look at Micah’s nose. “Looks absolutely terrible, Micah. You might need to get that checked out.”

“Go to hell.” Micah started to stand up. 

Arthur stood up too, stepping towards Micah. 

“The next time you think about putting your hands on Y/N or her horse, the least of your concerns is gonna be her breakin’ your nose or pullin’ a knife on you, you hear me?” He spoke lowly. 

Micah held his gaze for a few moments before turning and skulking away. 

Arthur turned back to those who sat at the fire. Everyone was silent and didn’t know what to say. 

“Is Y/N okay?” Hosea asked. 

“She’s fine.” Arthur muttered, clenching his fist together. “I don’t like that fella.”

“Don’t think many of us do.” John sighed, standing to his feet.

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Victorian DILF Brahms x Female Reader

Slasher Victorian AU series Featuring Brahms Heelshire.

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Series: Don't forget who you belong to.

Chapter 1

Prompt: 79

Brahms taps his foot under his large, dark oak desk. He taps his pencil on a stack of papers, legal documents for his clients, ranging from the mundane like Mr. Krueger complaining about his neighbor Mr. Voorhees, ranging from 'standing there, menacingly' to ' He breathed in my direction.' To the extreme as an abuse case against a young vulnerable girl named Carrie.

Brahms pinches the bridge of his nose, the paper in front of him the most important and he was to not be paid for solving the problem. He picks up the paper to re-read the sections that stuck out the most.

We are advising you on your son, Lawrence, we regret to inform you of his wild, ruckus-filled behavior. We understand that young boys have a degree of tomfoolery to them but he, Lawrence, is turning out to be one who fancies himself an urchin.

Brahms grunts, eyes scanning the page,

He recently had put candy, that was similar in appearance to the headmistresses medication.

Brahms chuckles,

He also has set up a boxing club. He charges the boys a pence a piece for admittance and takes bets against the two boys fighting.

Brahms bit his lip, his cheeks turning pink. He clears his throat as a co-worker glances his way.

His face fell as he re-read the final line.

If these behaviors fail to be corrected over the upcoming break, we recommend a crammer school for young Lawrence.

Brahms slams the paper down on the desk, he leans back in his chair, gripping the arm of the chair, "Crammer school" he seethes. Brahms made a vow to Gerti, to never let their son end up at such a place, he was to be a gentleman and a gentleman comes from a gentlemanly background. Not a Crammer school for the slow and sluggish, a Gentleman's brute offspring to be fed into the army for slaughter.

"Any plans for the night?"

Brahms snaps his head towards his co-worker, Mr. Bates.

"Any plans for the night, Brahms? Taking the maid out for another moving picture?" Mr. Bates grins and nudges Brahms's shoulder with his elbow.

"Ah, no, she's been," Brahms twirls the pencil in his fingers, "Busy."

Brahms glances at his desk, the picture of his late wife and son.

Mr. Bates's eyes follow Brahms's, "You know, I'm sure Gerti doesn't mind. Lawrence adored her, yes, I'm sure that boy is dying for a new one," He rests his clammy hand on Brahms's shoulder, "After all, a boy's best friend is his mother."

Brahms recoils, "By God, Norman, listen to yourself," Brahms brushes off Norman's hand as he stands, "A Boy needs friends his own age," He grabs his important papers, stacking them loosely, he yanks his briefcase from under the desk to slam it on his desk, "Not a mother as a friend."

You gleefully prepare the ginger beer, the old beige and brown bottles embedded with the Heelshire name. You scan the current bottle in your hands, "1771" you read aloud, "My goodness."

You delicately place the plates on the table, humming as you admired the beautiful set. "This costs more than one week's wage." Another tentative glance, "Which is why..." You twirl in the drawing-room, "I'm getting another job!"

Your mind raced back to last week...

The carriage ride was bumpy, every bump from a pothole to a large rock made your already uneasy stomach flip.

"Almost there, miss!" The coach called out to you, "Sorry for the ride, Daniel has made a donation to get the road fix, beautiful ain't it?"

"Yes, that's very kind of him." You opened the flyer in your hand, you read the bold letters over the top,

Apple Pickers wanted weekend work. Only at Daniel Candy's Farm

"Tis nice of him to hire those with no work history or those already with a job, ain't it?"

"Yes, that's very kind of him." You repeated. You brought your attention to the upcoming estate, the large white manor stood out among the hues of greens, from the grass to the pine and oak trees in a neat line leading to the entrance of the manor.

The coachman helped you out of the carriage, "Now, miss, memba' to curtsey and all that."

"Thank you, and thank you for being so kind."

"I only hire the best."

Your breath caught in your throat, eye bugged out to the tall man who appeared to appear as if from nowhere. You looked up, the source of the voice, the deep baritone still carried itself within you.

"My coachman, I only hire the best, shall you prove me right?" His voice was like thick honey, his onyx eyes were warm, his hand was large with not a hint of labor upon it.

You froze, swallowed a hesitant hello, hand reached for his, "It's is very nice to meet you," His hand melded in yours, his thumb rubbed the back of your hand in small delicate circles, "Mr. Robitaille"

"Daniel works just fine." He flashed a bright smile, his eyes twinkled as they stared into yours.

"Daniel," you bite your lip, "It's nice to meet you, Daniel." and curtseyed.

He led you along a light dirt path adjacent to the abundant apple trees. The birds in the trees sang a beautiful melody, they danced between the trees, the songs becoming more jovial as you and Daniel walked.

"You'll be working for the next three weeks, Thursdays," He waved to one of the workers picking apples, "Fridays," He nodded at a male with a wheelbarrow full of apples, "and Saturdays." He placed his large hand on your upper back, "If that is alright with Mr. Heelshire?"

You squeaked at the mention of Brahms, "Ah, yes,"

"Hesitation my dear, would he not be so accepting of a free woman working where she pleases?"

You shook your head, tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "It's not that, he just..."

"He doesn't know." Daniel finished for you with a knowing laugh.

You shied away from his words, eyes took in the mass of workers, happily picking apples, chatting with one other, the made it look easy being up twenty feet high on the ladder to pick the apples.

"Pray tell," Daniel removed his hand from your upper back, "Why do you need this job?"

"Well, money." You said earnestly. "I could use the extra money is all."

"For family?" He asked, accepting an apple from one of his workers. He admired the deep red color, "A gift for Mr. Heelshire?"

You wrung your hands together. You chocked in a breath, "It's private."

Daniel stopped, a low chuckle as you had noticed he stopped. He grinned as you fiddled with your fingers, face turned to the ground, a coy smile over your delicate features.

"What's his name?" Daniel stepped to you, his baritone sent a shiver down your spine. "I'd like to hear it be spoken from such shy lips." Daniel rolled the apple in his hand, nudged it towards you, gesturing for you to take it.

You hesitated, your hands shook as you tentatively grabbed the apple. You stared at the red fruit, the color deep and rich, "His name is Daniel Cain, well, Dan, he goes by Dan."

A startled laugh erupted from Daniel. You jumped, eyes darted to the workers around you, their eyes fell upon Daniel. "Do tell, does this Dan Cain happen to be studying at University of London?"

You stammered out, "Yes,"

"How admirable. So tell me, a gift for the young man?"

"No, it's." You roll the apple in your hand, you looked up at Daniel, "A new dress, I wish to look beautiful, well," You grimaced, "At least while with him."

Daniel frowned, his hand reached for yours, you gasped as he held firm, "Pardon for being cliche, but you are already beautiful, How your hair shines in the sun, to how the sun lights up your eyes, your timid nature is quite endearing." He winked at you.

"Come," Daniel gestured, "I shall introduce you to Carrie, she'll be your site boss for the next three weeks."

You jump from the front door slams open, Brahms shouting as he entered, "Please come to the foyer, my love."

You cringe, the nickname spills so easily from him, saying it like it was second nature, "Yes, Sir, be there soon."

"This instant, my love. I need you here."

Your eyes linger on the half-set table, too busy with your dancing and reminiscing to fully finish your job. "Coming, Sir!"

You walk out of the drawing-room, feet picking up pace as you make your way down the narrow hall, the green carpet embroidered with gold string, bought in Egypt, fairly recently. The walls a dark wood, matching the soil in the garden. The small lamps light up the hallway in a yellow hue. The walls lined with portraits of Heelshires past, their eyes unnerved you with every quick walkthrough you made through the hallway.

Brahms sighs and lets his shoulders relax as you step into view. He removes his jacket, tossing it on the coat rack, "Are the Victorian sandwiches done? Is the Ginger Beer ready?" He asks while loosening his tie, his adam's apple bobbed, "Hm?"

You wince "I was a little distracted, I'm terribly sorry, Sir."

"Brahms, we've been over this, my love, you may call me Brahms."

"Sorry, Brahms." You choke out his name, "Is there anything you need of me at this moment?" You place a warm smile over your face, eyes looking at him as he took off his custom-made shoes.

"Is it so bad for a man to want a woman to greet him when he's come after a hard day's work?" His bright smile made rock in place, heart thumping rapidly in your chest. "You know how good it feels to see your warm face as I get home?"

"I can't say I do." You answer earnestly.

"Do you not feel a sense of joy as I come home?"

You squint your eyes, gaze adverting his, you cough "Yes, I do." You look back at him, "I am simply your maid, Si-Brahms." You gesture to him to follow you down the hall, "I feel great joy when I see you come home to your...home."

"Our home. This place is just as much mine as it is yours." Brahms steps in front of you, gesturing for you to follow him. "You sleep here, eat here, are here every weekend..." He glances at the paintings in the dimly lit hall, "I mean, you must like it if you are here in your free time."

You flinch, nails scratching in the back of your hand, "Uhm, Yes."

Brahms reaches the table as he stares back at you, his eyes narrow, "Sit." He pulls out the ornate chair, his hand padding down the expensive leather, "Enjoy lunch with me."

You smooth your dress from behind as you sit, scooting up as he pushed you closer to the table. Brahms rounded the table, a jovial smile as he sat himself across from you, delicately placing a napkin on his lap.

"Now, how has your day been?" He starts, shoving a victoria sandwich in his mouth, rolling his eyes in ecstasy, "Mhm, my love this is delicious, you outdid yourself."

You giggle, shaking your head, "No, Brahms it's nothing. Just same old same old."

"You sell yourself too short." Brahms clears his throat, "This weekend," He wiped his hands of crumbs, "My son is coming home, he hasn't been excelling at school like he should be," He took a sip of the ginger beer, an approving smile after he gulped, "So I shall be sending him to a nearby crammer school."

You nod, "I'm sure in the end it'll work out for the best." He sips the beer, letting the taste linger on your tongue, "After all, probably be for the best he comes back home. I can imagine boarding school can be isolating after a death," You froze, eyes wide in panic as you glance at Brahms, "I'm so sorry." You place down the glass of beer.

Brahms laughs, the corner of his lips pulling up, "No no, don't be sorry, it's very true." He sips again, "Very true. Ever since Gerti crossed onto the other side, little Lawrence has been lost." He coughs, "He'll be more than thrilled to be home, hid loving father, his second favourite lady ready to greet him with open arms."

"This weekend?" you ask, "This Saturday?"

Brahms stills, his eyes squint, "Yes, I already said this weekend."

Your throat constricts, a burning sensation spreads throughout you. You look away, eyes catching on the ornate couch.

Brahms reaches his hand out to you, his thumb running on the back of your hand, "My love, what?" He raises his brow, leaning in, "What's the problem with Saturday?"

"I have something private to attended to." You state, eyes falling back to his, "I won't be here to greet Lawrence." You swallow, the burning searing through you, "I'm terribly sorry."

Brahms stood up, one stride and he was at your side, "Tell, why won't you be there? It mustn't be family matters, they live awfully far away, days by train." He leans in, "Something in town perhaps?"

You nod with a smile, "I shall be away this coming Friday and days thereafter, a flower picking job just a town over, the lady of the manor is allowing me room and board, very sweet of her." You sip more ginger beer, hands shaking as you brought the glass to your chapped lips.

Brahms places his large hand on your upper back, "Flower picking job?"

"Yes."

"What flower?"

"Excuse me?"

"What flower are you picking?" Brahms leans in closer to you, his other hand resting on the table, "I'm sure you know."

You grin at him, "Narcissus, beautiful flowers." You gulp back more ginger beer.

"That's a nice flower. Beautiful." He leans in closer, his eyes holding a critical glint. "Pray tell, how will you be picking a flower out of season?" He smiles down at you, licking his teeth, his hand clenches around yours. Your mouth agape, breath held. You choke as he leans closer to you, "I know apples are in season."

The air felt thick, the air from your lungs fell from your mouth in rapid breaths, the grandfather clock ticked, each one was felt in your spine. You jump as the grandfather clock thunders out his five pm chime.

You breathe in, "It's only for three weekends," You start, "No more than that."

Brahms chuckles, his fingers pressing into your back, "No more than that...why?" He rests his elbow on the table, chin in his palm, "Why the work when I could easily up your pay."

Your lips in a tight line, eyes dry, bugging out as you stare into his, "Savings." You lie.

Brahms slides his arm around your shoulder, his bicep flexing on the back of your neck, his hand running up and down your arm. He leans into your ear, "If by savings, do you mean Dan?"

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[fandom-imagines]

Sweet little darling~

Fandom: House of Wax (2005)

Pairing: Bo Sinclair X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, domestic abuse (abusive relationship; not Bo) Kind of out-of-character Bo, depends on how you headcanon him for liking someone! Also not proofread yet.

Words: 2.55k 

Summary: Kindness can get you killed, but it can also get you out of a sticky situation.

Part Two!

To anybody that saw their relationship, it was evident that the feeling wasn’t mutual. Perhaps it once had been, but it no longer was, and for good reason.

“You fucking bitch!” The scream echoed throughout the building, one body looming over a small, cowering young woman.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, doing her best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.  “Please don’t hurt m-“ her pleas were cut short as a tight hand grasped her arm and tugged her onto her feet, a harsh slap hitting her cheek shortly afterwards.

“Please don’t hurt me,” he cruelly laughed, mimicking her frightened and desperate tone. “How pathetic.”

“I’m sorry,”

With one final laugh, her boyfriend tossed her to the ground.

*

Laughter filled the truck the group of friends were currently seated in, music blaring through the speakers of a radio one of them had brought but their drunk selves were unable to remember who.

Four of the friends engaged in conversation about anything their clouded minds could think of, whilst the final friend lay against the side of the car, desperately avoiding the demanding gaze her boyfriend was giving her and had been giving her the entire night.

It was clear what he wanted.

Eyes fixated on the green of the grass beneath her, Y/N noticed an approaching truck. Choosing not to say anything, she silently waited for somebody else to notice the vehicle.

“Guys,” Lucy, a close friend of Y/N’s boyfriends, called. “Who is that?”

By now the headlights of the truck were focused on the gang who were circled around the campfire, narrowly avoiding Y/N’s figure.

“James, do something?” Y/N winced as she watched another of the girls grasp onto her boyfriends muscular arm, her blonde hair rubbing against his bare chest.

“Can we help you?” He yelled over the sound of the roaring engine, their music having been paused the second they had notice the driver. “Look dude, this isn’t funny. Just fuck off!”

James’s final sentence was one that made his girlfriend cringe, body remembering the way he had hurt her the night before using that exact same tone; it almost made her cry.

Deciding to stop him before this escalated any further, Y/N made her way towards James before placing a hand on his chest to signal him to back down. This seemed to only anger him further, something that was clear by the way his hands balled into fists. Nobody noticed, except one other person.

“Leave it,” she whispered into his ear, hand dropping from his body to hopefully ease his anger.

James’s hand reach out to her, grabbing his own with a bruising force and tugging her into him as he leaned down to her ear, ignoring the whistles from his friends who assumed he was saying something sexual.

“Just you wait till I get you alone,” James snarled in her ear, unaware of the way an unknown man glared at him before driving away.

*

“Are you fucking kidding me?” James spat, smashing his hand against the cars hood. “It’s busted, the fan belt is fucked.”

His anger seemed to put everybody on edge as they all fell into an uncomfortable silence, something that was uncommon for them.

“You needed a new one anyway,” Y/N mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Don’t you fucking start,” while his words were directed towards his girlfriend, the others assumed it was aimed at the car in sarcasm; ignorance is bliss after all.

“I can help y’all.” A seemingly kind voice yelled from behind them, having heard the entire conversation. “Sorry, couldn’t help but overhear ya. There’s a town not to far from here. A guy, Bo, runs a gas stop, I’m sure he’d have some.”

Before James could rudely decline this man, Y/N decided to respond. “Do you know how to get there?”

“I’ll drive ya! Truck can only fit two of you though,”

“That’d be great!” She gave the unnamed man a gentle smile, one which he gladly returned. “When are you ready?”

“Now is good,”

She simply nodded, rushing towards the car without giving James a chance to say anything, only leaving him time to follow her, but not before a “fuck sake,” left his lips.

*

“Thank you so much, Lester!” She grinned once again as she hopped from his truck.

“It was no bother, pleasure to meet you Y/N,” he smiled back at her, ruffling her hair slightly before realising the angered look on James’s face. “And you of course,” he nodded awkwardly whilst his hand dropped back to his side. “You two take care now,” and with those words, he drove away.

“Fucking slutting yourself out to weird men, typical,” James spat as he tugged Y/N’s hand so that she was following him into the town, ignoring how she almost tripped in the process.

“I’m sorry, I was just being nice. He was helping us!” She all but yelled, silently praying for him to loosen his grip so that she doesn’t have to use all of her concealer hiding, yet another, mark from him.

“Sure he was. He didn’t just want to get into your pants or anything, huh?”

Ignoring his hurtful words, Y/N began to look around the town.

It was quiet, too quiet. But when she began to think, it was Sunday and there was a Church up ahead at the end of the road which would make more sense, especially considering how early in the morning it was.

“There’s the garage,” James said, dropping her hand to instead point at the small garage not far from them. “Let’s go,”

Y/N followed him, quickly striding to keep up with his large legs.

“There’s nobody here,” she sighed, watching as James just barged his way into the unoccupied garage. “You can’t just go in there! That’s rude.”

“Do I give a fuck? Wait out there for all I care,”

So she chose to do just that.

*

“Oh, hi!” A tall man in a suit gave Y/N a bright grin, accidentally startling her slightly. “You need something?”

“O-oh, hi! Uhm, my boyfriend is in there, I’m sorry I told him not too, he needs a fan belt? I have no idea what one of them is but I-“

The man chuckled, smiling once again as he put his arm around her waist to guide her inside. “Don’t worry, darling. I got ya,” his words were somewhat calming, as though he was offering to protect her from James, despite not knowing what was going on, or perhaps he did.

“You finally grew a p-“James’s words fell short as he turned to see a man, who was significantly taller than him, stood beside his girlfriend. “Hello?”

“Hi, names Bo,” Bo’s tone was a lot blunter than the charming one he had been using previously. “You need something?” He repeated his previous words, instead this time to James and less kind. “You are in my garage after all.”

Despite knowing that Bo could easily subdue him, James chose to get angry anyway. “You got a problem with me? Don’t leave it unlocked if you don’t want people coming in,”

“James leave it,” Y/N gently pushed herself between Bo and James as James began to try get into his face. “Just ask him for what you need and let’s go.”

“Fine, we need a fan belt. Fifteen inch.”

“I might be able to do that, but you’ve already had a look so let me know what I’ve got,” Bo smirked at the angered expression on the mans face at his words.

So maybe he did have a problem with James, a problem neither of the couple knew of.

“Not a fifteen,”

“Then they’re back at the house,”

“The house? Why would they be there?”

“Deliveries are delivered there, easier for everyone really.”

Y/N watched as the two men interacted, Bo incredibly calm whilst James was boiling with anger. Part of her was scared of how he would react, his threat about ‘waiting till they’re alone’ floating around in her mind, yet some strange part of her felt safe knowing that Bo was there. Perhaps it was the fact that he could fight him with ease, or maybe that James would, most likely, never harm her in front of another person.

“Let’s just go,” She pleaded, desperation swimming in her Y/E/C orbs.

“No, I’ll stay, you go.” James seemed pleased with this idea, smirking at the way his girlfriends body tensed; he enjoyed the fear he caused her.

“That’s fine with me,” Bo chimed in, offering Y/N a smile. “That fine with you?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

“Let me just lock up,” Bo said, leading the visitors out into the street, much to James’s dismay, before locking up. “Let’s go then.” He gave James one last sarcastic smile before leading Y/N away from him.

*

“Do you live with anyone here?”

Y/N and Bo had been talking for a while now, having chosen to take a slow walk instead. He was nice, to her anyway. She felt as though he understood her, despite not knowing a thing about her.

“Nah, I live with my brother,” Came his response, winking at the girl as he ran a hand through his dark hair, enjoying the way she blushed under his gaze.

She knew it was wrong, finding him both attractive and sweet. But he was both of those, and James was neither, not to her at least. Maybe it was because he was the first person to be this kind to her in a long time, or maybe it was the feeling of safety she felt around him, but she was enjoying his company more than anyone else’s.

“Oh, that must be fun!”

Bo chuckled at her enthusiasm, “I suppose so,”

The pair walked up to Bo’s home, guilt filling the girl’s chest each time she let Bo’s hand brush against her own. She simply enjoyed the sparks flying throughout her body, forgetting about the pain she would receive later as a punishment.

“We’re here,” Bo’s words pulled Y/N from her thoughts, almost tripping over a rock as she came back to reality. “Easy there,” Bo shook his head whilst smiling as he caught her, sneakily pulling her body into his own without her realising it was not an accident.

“Thank you,” she blushed, unknowingly allowing herself to melt into his touch, feeling the need to savour every kind and gentle touch she was getting from a stranger.

“No problem, darling,” he smirked, once again enjoying the way she blushed at the nickname he had given her.

Hand still around her waist, Bo guided her into his home.

“Take a seat, I need to get out of this horrible suit.” His words caused a giggle to leave Y/N’s lips, her head nodding as she took a seat on the faded leather couch, watching Bo leave the room to go change.

*

“Sorry to keep ya waiting, Darl.” Bo’s voice startled Y/N, her body jolting in a way that made Bo feel slightly guilty, something that he rarely felt. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay. It was my fault,” she offered him a weak smile, twiddling with the hem of her short-sleeved t-shirt when he seated himself beside her.

“That looks painful,” his hands cautiously reached out to gently take her hand, fingers lightly running across a hand-shaped bruise that had began to form. “You shouldn’t let him treat you like that,” Bo’s spare hand reached up to her face, hand cupping one cheek which made her flinch, Bo frowning at the action.

“S-sorry,”  

Bo had no idea why she was apolgoising to him. It had been him that touched her, but it all made sense in his head.

“Does he hit you?”

Her lack of response was enough for him to understand to full situation.

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be, darling.” He sighed, hand moving from her cheek to her neck to pull her head towards his lips, planting a soft kiss on it, something that made her almost cry along with his sweet words.

“Thank you,” her own arms wrapped around his torso, grateful to be given affection without it feeling forced.

*

“You took your time,” James spat as Y/N walked towards him, Bo having quickly headed to the gas station for something that she couldn’t remember the name of. “Were you shagging him or something?”

“N-no,” the nervousness in her voice was something that caused Y/N to cringe, knowing that he wouldn’t believe her.

“Oh, you were.” James’s hands balled into fists as he stalked towards her, ready to attack.

“No, I had to get changed,” Bo’s deep voice startled both of them, James’s fists unclenching immediately.

“Sorry, man. Can’t be too careful with girls like these, can you?” He laughed, trying to play off his previous words as a joke.

“Can’t be too careful with men like yourself either, can you?” Bo’s words seemed innocent, despite having a deeper meaning.

“What?” James snapped. “You told him about us?” He yelled as he turned to face Y/N whose breathing was becoming laboured in fear. “You little bitch!”

As James began to march towards his girlfriend, a tight hand grabbed his fist, spinning him to face the holder only to not be able to see because of a hard punch hitting him in the jaw. The only thing he could hear was a gasp from Y/N and the ringing in his ears as he dropped to the ground.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Bo sniggered. “You can hit a woman but the second a man touches you, you’re out cold. Pathetic,”

Y/N stood frozen to the spot, unsure of how to react.

She hadn’t expected Bo to attack him. In fact, she hadn’t expected him to do anything at all to him or about her situation. Those who knew didn’t care, so why would a stranger?

“You fucking dick!” James screamed, climbing back onto his feet to throw a punch at Bo, one that he barely reacted to.

“Leave him alone!” Y/N yelled, darting between James and Bo, shoving James away from him to the best of her ability.

“You fucking whore. I should’ve known this is what would’ve happened. Actually, I guess I already did.” His words were fast, but his fist moved towards her faster.

Bo was quicker however, grabbing the man’s fist and twisting it behind his back before kicking his legs from beneath him, effectively knocking him to the ground again.

“Vincent!” Bo yelled. “Got one for ya,” both Y/N and James were confused at his words, fear filling them both as a masked man came running out into the street, knife in hand.

Bo took Y/N’s hand, pushing her behind his hand so that she couldn’t see the horror that Vincent was committing to her boyfriend in full glory.

“Y-you killed him…” Her words were quiet, watching from one eye as the man, who she assumed to be Vincent, tugged away the lifeless body. “Are you going to kill me too?”

“You’re safe here, Y/N.” Bo’s words were quiet, praying nobody else heard his true self speaking. “I’ll take care of you. Nobody will ever hurt you again, my sweet little darling.”  

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[zellerysworld]

『 Comfort 』

Sukuna x F!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Tags: Fluff???, Established Relationship, Angst, Mentions of death, self hate, and abuse, slightly insane reader, slightly soft Sukuna

A/N: Readers abilities are touching people to make them sleep, transfer memories, and see past (for those with DID, talk to the souls within the persons mind). She serves as a informant by going inside victims heads to look in their pasts for curses that were around them; informing her teammates of location and grade level. She can also gain powers from whomever she touches for a short period of time.

Ex: Sukuna can give Malevolent Shrine to her for battle, but after one use/within five minutes, it vanishes. If she uses powers that are harsh on her body, (domain expansions or strong cursed manipulation) she faints/gets nose bleeds.

Your feet dragged against the brutally cold floors of the first-year dormitories at Jujutsu Tech. Everything around you was dark, dim light being provided by the full moons reflection through the windows. The corridor felt like a never-ending strip as you silently sobbed under your h/c locks.

Today was… hard. Usually, you can handle the painful endeavors of reaching into the depths of stranger’s minds, but today was different. Todays victim was a young boy, not even a teen, who was abused by his own parents. When you grazed his swollen cheeks as he lied motionless on the floor, the fear he felt as his mother raised a hand to him engulfed your body. Then and there on the scene, you began to cry uncontrollably.

Doing the same thing every day, seeing the same pain in people’s memories, reliving all of their fears within seconds- it was beginning to rip your soul apart piece by piece. At first, it was manageable. However, over the past year of being at this damned jujutsu school, all you seem to feel is excruciating aches in both body and soul.

Recalling the child’s memories, you fell against the wall of the corridor while burying your tearstained face into the same shaking, gloved hands that touched him. Gojo Satoru picked you to be a student because of your “Stability”, yet you were turning into the opposite. The way you viewed death and the nature of It was what impressed Gojo and everyone around you the most, though you have never seen yourself as impressive. All you do is touch people and relay information, nothing too complicated, right?

A door creaked open after your fall emitted a loud thud in the room behind you. When you lifted your head to apologize, you noticed it was none other than Yuji Itadori- Sukuna’s vessel in other words. The young sorcerers’ eyes widened at seeing you in such a distraught state, hastily running over to you. Yuji scanned your body for wounds but was only able to find a pair of empty eyes. “Y/n? Are you alright? C’mon, lets get you to your room.” He scooped you into his arms, carrying you as a mother does with her sleeping child.

Yuji opened the door, gently placing you onto the silk sheets of the rooms bed as you silently cursed yourself for being so weak. The expression you bared made him pained, so he attempted to make you comfortable by taking your shoes off. After doing so, he sat to side of the bed. He held your shielded hand into his bare ones before recommending, “How about talking to Sukuna?”

Your voided eyes closed as you slouched into the headboard. Sukuna would be disappointed to see you in such a state, him possibly refusing to secretly work with you anymore if he saw this mess. Or even worse, he’d stop loving you. From that thought, your mind continued to spiral.

While stuck in your self-pity, Yuji was removing a glove from your hand. “Gojo makes you talk to Sukuna for information, but I know you enjoy talking to each other. He thinks about you a lot.”

Hearing Yuji’s words made your eyelids flash open like lightning as he removed the glove completely. Gojo assigned you to become an informant for him by touching Yuji to go into Sukuna’s domain, however that plan backfired. Overtime, you began to tell Gojo you couldn’t get anything from him, while secretly falling for and scheming with Sukuna. There was a pact made between the two of you: In exchange for touching Yuji to temporarily gain sukuna’s abilities, you must kill with those powers.

You grew to hate violence over the years; having seen multiple forms of it through people’s memories. But you made an exception, being that violence should be used against those who use violence with malicious intent. Although it is a bit of a hypocritical way to think.

When going out with Yuji and others, you take advantage of the surroundings by stalking your next prey. You do this by “accidentally” bumping into people on the streets and reading their memories to search for any abusers, cheaters, or murderers. Although you were technically a killer too, you knew one day you’d have to pay for your sins. Lately, that day seems to be snaking its way closer to you.

“Y/n?” Yuji questioned with a slight tilt of his head; his voice snapping you from your train of thought. Raising the hand he ungloved, the fingertip of your index finger tapped against his forehead. With the tap, his body relaxed before falling into a deep state of sleep. His head fell onto your lap, giving a perfect opening to use your ability. You took the smooth palm of your bare hand, and cupped Yuji’s jawline. This was how you opened communication into someone’s memories, or in this case, into someone’s personalities.

Although you were nervous to see what sukuna would think of you in such a ruined state, Yuji’s words made you feel relaxed. Sukuna was your partner after all, he should be able to see you like this. But then again, he was the king of curses, not just some human guy you picked up on a dating website. In the end though, your want of Sukuna’s comfort overlaps your fear.

Your eyelids shut, then reopened in a different place. It was still nighttime at this location, but it was not the physical world that humans are used to- even if it felt like it was. A vast plateau of flowers swayed in the man-made dream you were in. Constellations of multiple forms helped the moon light up the colorful night sky. The cool air caused you to slightly shiver as it brushed through the grass.

“Why did you bring me here, brat? I was sleepin’ on my throne.”

Sukuna’s rugged voice didn’t seem to faze you as you gazed upwards to the moon. Instead, it oddly comforted you. Although most are terrified of his presence alone, it did not budge your already cracking mind in any shape or form. It slightly annoyed Sukuna that he couldn’t scare you, but it felt comfort in knowing that there is at least one person in this world who doesn’t flinch at the sound of his name.

When you didn’t respond to his question, he lifted a brow in confusion. The robed man slowly stepped through the tall grass, his hands staying in his pockets of course. “Hey,” he started as his warm palm gripped your right shoulder, “Answer me.” His tone became serious, but if you squint, you can see the worry in it. The sound of your silence was so damn loud.

Sukuna jerked your shoulder, revealing your heartbroken expression to his red pupils. You leaned your head downwards, feeling embarrassed that he had to see you like this, but who else could you have gone to? “Yu-Yuji told me y-ou,” you hickuped while trying to speek, trying to hold back your tears from him, “He t-told me you… think about me.” Your tears looked like melting diamonds as they fell from under your locks and into the moonlight.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3qrKjywjo7Q

(For those that want to feel the moment.)

He didn’t know what to feel, nor what to do, until you muttered out, “I’m sorry…”

In that moment, you felt your knees go weak. Your legs gave out, making you fall into the grass. Sukuna quickly grabbed your waist, falling into the grass with you as your cushion. He nuzzled his tattooed face against your puffy cheeks while whispering, “Show me what happened.”

You lifted a hand, cupping his jawline to open communication into his nervous system. Through the line, you showed him the memories you saw and how they hurt you. Sukuna couldn’t have been less fazed, seeing as he is the king of curses and was a mass murderer. But when he saw the expression you made when ripping your hand away from the boy, his spirit felt like a nail went through the center of it.

He sighed, moving loose hairs from your forehead so he could have a full look at your bloodshot eyes. Your e/c orbs told him how drained you were beginning to feel from the mortal world. He cooed, “I wish I wasn’t trapped in this brat. I would destroy the entire world for you, Y/n… You wouldn’t have to deal with any shitty pains like this.”

Sukuna hated everyone, except you. As the saying goes, Heroes would sacrifice you for the world, while villains would sacrifice the world for you. He enjoys telling himself the lie of “Y/n got on my good side”, but Sukuna always knew the truth of why he couldn’t help but care for you so much: You changed him. Out of billions of people just on this planet alone, you were the one to take his heart, mind, and philosophy and then mold it.

Killing was killing to Sukuna, and that’s all there was to it. But he found his goals shifting when he meant you. The insanity that filled your eyes as you’d hold a fresh blade against the neck of your enemies. Human or curse, it didn’t matter to you. Bad was bad, good was good; things were black and white to you as they were to him, but in a different manner. Your bravery was another factor to his care for you. The fact that you went unarmed into Yuji’s mind after he ate the finger just to get a view of Sukuna’s throne without any care for consequences was such a curious thing to him.

You both saw things the same way, yet not. The complexity of your careless philosophy was something to applaud in his eyes. But as you lay in your despair, Sukuna is grimly reminded you are still a human that must endure the torture that is a fleeting life. He wanted you to be a curse like him, enjoying the comfort of eternity in a paradise he could build for just the two of you.

But in the end, you were just a human. And although it sounds like something he is absolutely disgusted by, it’s not. If anything, the fact you are just a human girl catches him off guard even more. A human girl managed to move a god’s heart. A human girl somehow has the power to see people’s pain and was never moved until many years later. Sukuna didn’t know if he should have been happy or terrified to find someone like you.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of your silent sobs, making him close his eyes in uneasiness. It took him a few minutes, but he soon realized what he could do to relieve your pains. He saw what you saw and felt what you felt, therefore he knew just how helpless and weak you were feeling. To him, you werent weak at all, and he needs you to see that.

“Y/n.”

Your crystalized eyes looked to his blood-colored ones.

“Let me show you what I see.” His voice was soft, yet still had a rugged tone to it.

He pulled you upwards, making you sit up across from him while waving grass continued to surround the two of you. Leaning into you, his forehead leaned on yours as you snaked a hand across his palm, entangling your wrist with his fingers. The hand you were snaking tightly gripped at your forearm before you gripped onto his. Using this technique is a more intimate way of opening a line of communication. Both of your eyes closed to open it completely.

In Sukuna’s memories, you view things how he views them and see things through his mindset. It felt like a wave of ease flow throughout your body as you became comforted in the way he sees you. Most of the moments you saw were when you would smile, fight, or annoy Sukuna in general. Which, by the way, you were the only person who could ever taunt Sukuna and live to see the sun rise.

When your eyes fluttered open, he felt your lashes against his skin. This prompted him to open his eyes as well, and he found a pleasant surprise upon opening them. “What?” You questioned with a hint of sass, feeling your tears dry as your aching mind became soothed. Sukuna smirked, enjoying seeing a temporary tint of red over your normally e/c orbs.

Usually, your eyes don’t change colors after a connection, so it struck him as pleasant while it lasted, “Nothing, you are just a giant ass baby.”

“Oh shut the fuck up. You are the same person who got mad and came out when I ate a croissant that was meant for yuji!”

“I can taste whatever this brat eats, you realize that right? Those butter ones are tasty…”

Your eyes reverted back to their normal state as you bickered with your partner in the moonlight lit field. While back in the physical world, Yuji was snoring away on your bed in a very unflattering position. Although you don’t get to see Sukuna in the physical world, you still find comfort in feeling his soul In the spiritual world.

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My request are open. <3

Edit: on my god thank you guys to much. ❤️❤️ I’m getting so many requests! I’ll start working on them when I get home from work today. They will be posted within 2-3 days because these requests are actually pretty good ones that are really long 😂. But my requests are still open so don’t be afraid to submit something!

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[dreamcatcherrs]

3 types of kisses - dream

 okay, so this is basically a “top 3 kisses” that dream would like the most (based on what I think). thought it would be a good and different way to celebrate reaching 100 followers! thank you guys all for your support, I just started this mcytblr account a few weeks ago and I’m already at 100 followers. wow! you're all so amazing and make my day<3 thank you

FRENCH KISS

I mean, who doesn't like a nice and passionate french kiss? definitely one of his favs. would be the type to kiss you when coming home, for it to end up being a bunch of french kissing against the door. even though it’s one of his favourites, he doesn't like initiating it ALL the time. he likes to surprise you - slip in his tongue when he feels the need to - not every time you kiss.

you don't now how long you'd been laying there for - the minutes that had gone by felt timeless. the sun was setting and the wind was picking up slightly, the sound of leaves brushing against each other and the smell of grass filling your senses.

opening your eyes, you looked up at the sky, half covered by the tree leaves you were laying under. the blanket underneath you felt soft against your skin, restraining the grass from embedding into your skin beneath it.

slowly, you sat up, smiling as you looked towards his focused expression. he broke his focus away from the book once noticing you’d awoken from your nap, smiling back at you before bending the corner of the page he’d reached, and closing the book. it bugged you that he didn't just use a bookmark like any sane person, but you didn't want to ruin the peaceful moment surrounded by nature, just because you did some things differently than he did. in fact, you found it slightly attractive even though it pissed you off. only he could make you feel that way.

“good nap?” he asked, taking your hand in his and placing a short peck on your knuckles. you nodded, flattening out your hair and breathing in the freshness of the air.

“yeah, it was good.” you looked around the park, fixing your eyes on the different people there. most of the ones that were there before you’d taken a nap were gone by now - only a few people and a couple of dogs left. it was maybe around 6 pm now if you were to guess, based off of the temperature and the amount of people. “wanna pack things up and head home?”

he nodded; “yeah.”

he collected the things you’d brought with you, packing them into the bag, whilst you folded the blanket neatly back together. right when you were about to leave you noticed a funny mark etched into the tree you were laying beneath. out of instinct, you walked towards it, letting go of the hand that had been holding yours.

“hey, look.” you pointed at the small quote in the tree, letting your finger slide across the bark. “’sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory’. that's beautiful, don't you think?”

he walked up beside you, staring at the words embedded into the tree. he shrugged his shoulders. “it’s okay, I guess.”

you turned to him, arm falling to rest by your side again. “don’t you think it’s a sign? I mean, what are the chances that we’ve been under this tree the whole day, and now this is here? not a coincidence, I think” your words made him smile. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling your body closer to his.

“maybe. I mean, I’m sure it was there before we got here but, let’s take action in what it’s telling us, shall we?” as he spoke, he leaned in towards you, placing a gentle peck on your lips. pulling away ever so slightly, waiting for a response, you smiled at his words and took the chance to rest your hands on his neck, letting your index fingers rest behind his ears.

he placed his lips on yours again, this time adding more pressure. your heart pumped in your chest and blood flushed to your cheeks, your eyes closing as you let yourself get lost in the moment. he opened his mouth against yours, trying to pry your lips apart. you sighed once he’d successfully accomplished the action, gasping at the feeling of his tongue flicking against yours.

the feeling made your breath hitch, completely succumbing to his unpredictable moves. he moved his hand from your waist to your cheek, pulling your face closer to his and deepening the kiss further. his tongue caressed and hugged yours, making sure not to be too agressive. it was just perfect.

the moment ended sooner than you wanted it to once your need for oxygen became evident, pulling away from him slowly with a difficulty of catching your breath.

your eyes, wide as ever, stared into his green ones, glazed over with a dewy shine. your lips felt raw and abused and your heart was beating faster than you could muster - it felt amazing.

“I- wh- whoah,” was all you could say, leaving clay to giggle at your state. he pulled away from you to pick up the bag again, taking your hand in his on your journey home.

“come on - enough memories to make for today.”

SHOULDER KISS

okay so it might not seem like it, but dream LOVES a couple of shoulder kisses here and then. especially if he had a bad day or is just feeling kinda down. it warms his heart when he receives them from you, and would definitely give them to you as well. I do imagine him liking receiving them more than giving, though.

you averted your eyes from your phone and up to your boyfriend, widening at the sight before you. there stood your 6′3 boyfriend, hair wet and curly from the shower he took, droplets of water falling onto the bare skin of his chest, until reaching the towel hanging on by a thread on his hips. it was impossible for you to look away when he just walked in here from the bathroom like nobody’s business, looking like THAT.

a smirk appeared on his face as he watched you stare at him with your mouth agape, using a second and smaller towel to gently crunch the ends of his hair. walking towards your spot on the bed, his eyes met yours with a hint of mischief in them. then, a warm finger hooked under your chin, thumb brushing slightly against your bottom lip,

“you should close your mouth,” he said, gluing your lips together with a single hand movement. “you might catch flies.”

you could feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment, and therefore hit his hand away from you, giving him a pout. he laughed and crawled over you to his side of the bed, plopping onto his back and resting his head on his arms crossed behind his head. “shut up! I was just…” he raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue, a lock of wet hair popping out from behind his ear. “it’s not my fault you look like that.”

that made him laugh. he leaned over, cupping your cheek in his hand and kissing it. “you're cute when you're blushing.”

you rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly, before stepping out of the bed. “well, now that you're done messing around, I’m gonna get ready for bed,” you tutted, walking into the bathroom. he chuckled to himself, grabbing his phone from the nightstand to check twitter.

it only took about 10 minutes before you were back again, walking out to the sight of your boyfriend rolling his shoulders back uncomfortably, a look of pain on his face. immediately your face dropped, worried that something might've happened to him in the literal 10 MINUTES you were gone in. you swore, he was just like a kid.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, standing by the edge of the bed frame. you watched him hide the painful look on his face, a crooked smile appearing on his face. you raised your eyebrow for him to go on, parting your lips.

“oh, nothing… my back has just been aching a lot today.” by the look on your face, he knew exactly what you were about to do. “I’m sure it’s gone by tomorrow!”

“lay on your stomach,” you ordered, rolling up the sleeves of your pyjamas and moving over to his side of the bed. he huffed but did as you said, rolling onto his stomach with his arms laying flat by his side.

you climbed over him, straddling his hips and analysing what you had to work with. you pressed a hand against the skin between his shoulder blades, moving two fingers along his spine, applying pressure as you went.

“really, can't we just go to bed- ah!” you smirked slightly, being careful with pressing down onto the spot that was aching right as you found it.

“sorry, baby. but you're not going anywhere before I’m done here.” you licked your lips as you eased up the skin on his back, being extra cautious of the areas in which he would wince whenever you pressed down even just slightly. “it’s that stupid chair, I’m telling you. you should really get a new one - that’s what’s been destroying your back like this!”

he let out a sigh, closing his eyes and just enjoying the relief he felt as you caressed and massaged his skin. “I know… I’ll buy one soon.” you nodded, though he couldn't see that. leaning down, you pressed soft and pillowy kisses onto his shoulders, being aware of not pressing your weight onto him too much.

“tomorrow,” you said, massaging his shoulders and neck and leaving kisses behind wherever you had eased up his skin.

“tomorrow.”

BITE KISS

okay, so this one is obviously mostly for special occasions, but god does this man love a good ol’ bite in his kiss. he is probably the one to initiate it the most (because he usually likes being the one in control), but would find it very sexy if you did it to him as well. and don't be shy to really bite down - he sure isn't! he loves a bit of roughness and edge ;)

“I still can't get over how good that pasta was! it was just like - a dream” you  laughed, stepping inside of his apartment once he’d unlocked it, kicking off your high heels and letting your bag fall onto the floor in the hallway.

“ha ha ha, real funny,” he mocked, locking the door behind him as he entered after you. you giggled at him and peeled off your jacket, before hanging it onto the coat hanger. “but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

you smiled, helping him out of his coat and appreciating the nice smell of his cologne as you neared him. “yeah, well, I don't think the food was the best part of tonight.” he cocked an eyebrow at you, showing his teeth off in a proud grin. “in fact, the night isn't over yet…”

he placed his hands on your hips, feeling the satin fabric move beneath his fingertips as he pulled you towards him. “you're definitely onto something,” he muttered. he stepped forward, making you step backwards until you were pushed fully against the wall of the dark hallway. the shine of the door light reflected onto his green orbs, the twinkles in them making your knees grow weak.

you could feel the heat of his clothes pressing into yours, bodies fitting together perfectly, and his hot breath fanning against your lips as you got closer. he pushed a knee between your legs, making you gasp at the feeling, caught off guard at the sudden motion. he took this opportunity to press his lips against yours, mouth opening up against yours. you rested the palms of your hands against his chest, his tuxedo feeling hot and damp under your fingers.

one of his hands trailed from your hip and onto your behind, pressing your body further into the depth of his and giving it a small squeeze while his hand was there. you hummed in approval, nose pressing against his as he angled his head to the right slightly, deepening the kiss further.

you were displeased when he pulled away to catch his breath, only to appear more satisfied once he moved his kisses onto your neck. he captured a piece of flesh between his teeth, nibbling, and then leaving a gentle kiss onto the spot he’d just abused. you sighed in pleasure, tilting your head back to give him more room, blonde strands of hair brushing against your chin as he continued.

needing more, you cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips against his once again. this time he was the one to let out a hum, resting a hand on the wall right beside your head. suddenly, you felt a sharp string in your bottom lip, opening your eyes to stare right into his, watching as he pulled your lip towards him using his teeth. you gasped once he let go and your lip popped right back into place, closing your eyes again when he took your lip into his mouth to heal the wound by sucking gently on it.

he smirked at your reaction, taking this moment of weakness to grip onto your thighs and pushing you upwards as a sign for you to jump. you caught on to what he wanted, jumping into his arms as you moved towards the bedroom...

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