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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 18 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Things at the meeting get out of hand and Alcina loses control.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. Canon violence, blood

Tags: angst, hurt, some comfort, the tiniest dash of fluff

Notes: Part 18! Shit gets real!

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A soft click echoes through the dilapidated chapel when the door closes behind you. Alcina strides forward into the center of the room and you follow behind her right hand side.

"Donna, how have you been?" Alcina asks Donna who is sitting in a chair to the left of the small stage in the back of the room.

"Very well, and yourself, Lady Dimitrescu?"

"Excellent. I've been well. You remember my new handmaiden, yes?"

"Of course. Good morning." Angie's mouth moves but Donna's voice is what comes through.

"Good morning Lady Beneviento." You say with a bow.

"Hey! What about me?!" Angie says in her own voice.

Alcina rolls her eyes at the doll and waves her off.

"Yes, good morning to you too Angie." Alcina mumbles.

"That's what I like to hear! Your new bloodbag is cute, wonder how long she'll last!" Angie says before cackling loudly.

The doll hops off of Donna's lap and walks right up to you and looks up as she circles you.

"Hm, I guess she's okay. Probably won't last too long." She says before shooting you a wink and climbing back into Donna's lap.

"Good morning Miss Angie." You say with a bow.

"And she has manners! Who would've thought?!"

Alcina rolls her eyes again and turns towards the other side of the church. As you look around you notice that the chapel is in worse shape than the hallway that led the two of you here. The back of the room is being help up by what looks like makeshift scaffolding and there's a gaping hole in the ceiling.

"Ah, Salvatore, good morning." Alcina says.

As you look up you see a hunched over man with a rather large hump on his back. He's wearing a black leather jacket that looks more like a cloak draped over him with a crown of, are those bones? Fastened to the hood. Strands of black scraggily hair dangle just below the multiple tumor-like lumps on his neck and face.

Moreau looks up at Alcina and waves with a purple-grey webbed hand.

"Good morning Lady." He gurgles.

"Salvatore, I would like you to meet my new handmaiden." Alcina says, gesturing to you.

"Good morning Lord Moreau." You say with a bow.

The man lets out a noise that almost sounds like a sob. When you look up you see a mouth full of rotted and crooked teeth, most of which are nearly pointing outwards towards you. It's then you realize that he's laughing. A feeling of uneasiness washes over you and you look up at Alcina to find her narrowing her eyes at the man.

"Oh this must be the one mother was speaking of!" He says as he excitedly claps his hands together. "Mother said she has many fun things planned for you!"

"Has she now?" Alcina says as her stare intensifies.

Moreau looks up at Alcina and the glee in his eyes quickly fades. He begins to stutter and she cuts him off.

"Well I certainly hope mothers plans on playing nice. We all know that I take pride in keeping what is mine in pristine condition and that I don't like when my property is damaged." She says through her teeth.

You watch as the ice laced in her voice causes Salvatore to shrink back into himself. He begins to tremble under her stare and just when you think the man before you is going to fall down to his knees and beg for her forgiveness, the back doors swing open with a loud "BANG."

Everyone turns and looks towards the direction the noise came from to find Heisenberg strutting through the doors with his hammer slung over his shoulder.

"Heisenberg. Do you have any manners?" Alcina hisses as she walks towards him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's not like this dump could get any worse."

"You're late."

"So is the bird bitch but I bet I won't see you saying shit to her about it." Alcina glares at him and his gaze shifts to you. "Hey kid, gotcha something."

He tosses something at you and you're able to catch it even though you were caught off guard. Alcina eyes what's in your hand as you unravel it and you realize it's a dagger in a leg holster. You slide the dagger out of its holster to take a look at it. Right away you notice the Dimitrescu coat of arms engraved into both sides of the hilt. The dagger is lightweight but razor-sharp, it's beautiful.

"Thank you very much, Lord Heisenberg. It's wonderful, your craftsmanship is excellent." You say with a bow.

"Don't thank me yet. You can thank me when you know it works." He shoots you a wink and Alcina's glare towards him intensifies. "Go ahead, slap that baby on!"

You look up at Alcina to see that her eyes are still aimed at Karl. Her gazes drops down to you and she sighs and gives you a nod. Stepping aside, you turn away from everyone and strap the dagger to your thigh so you can easily grab it with your dominant hand. After making sure it's secure and easily accessible, you smooth out your dress over it and turn back to the two of them and give them a nod.

Karl gives you a nod and Alcina places her hand on your back and begins to guide you towards her large chair. Karl sits in the pew opposite of her and you stand to her right just a touch behind her.

"Sal, Donna, china doll." Karl says, nodding to each person.

"HEY! I'm not china doll!" Angie screeches.

"Might as well be, Frankenstein." He drawls.

"Listen you! Keep it up and you're gonna regret it!"

"What are you gonna do? Give me a splinter?"

Donna has to restrain Angie in her lap so she doesn't jump out and run over to Karl.

"I'll show you what I can do!"

Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her temper from getting away from her.

Just as Karl is about to retort and Alcina's patience nearly runs out there's a burst of black feathers in the center of the stage. Mother Miranda steps out from the black cloud in her usual garb. Alcina releases the breath she was holding and Angie and Karl's bickering immediately stops.

"My children, good morning."

"Good morning Mother Miranda." You all say in unison.

"I hope this morning finds you all well." She says, looking at each person in the chapel. Her eyes wander from Karl, to Sal, to Donna and Angie, to Alcina and finally land on you. You watched as each person, Angie included, met her gaze and bowed their head so you do the same when she catches your eyes. "Ah, y/n. So wonderful to have you with us today."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mother Miranda." You say.

"You will be taking today's notes, is that correct?"

"Yes Mother Miranda."

"Excellent." She walks over to you and places a book and a pen into your hands. "I look forward to reading your recordings. Please, pull up a chair." She says, gesturing to a knocked over chair behind you.

Looking at Alcina, she gives you a nod and you move to pick up the chair, placing it in the exact spot you were standing; on Alcina's right side just a little behind her. Mother Miranda watches your every move until you're seated and have the book open in your lap. After looking you over once more she makes her way back to the center of the stage.

"It has come to my attention that there have been hunters in the vicinity of the castle, is that correct Heisenberg?"

"Yes, my lycans have encountered nearly 20 of them in the span of just a few days. They seem organized and heavily armored. Two were also spotted a few miles south of Potter's Field as well as two more south of the reservoir. My lycans went out to find more and to follow them back to their base but they haven't seen any more since the last encounter."

"And did you meet with Alcina like I had asked of you?"

"Yes, we met the other day to discuss a plan. I am increasing the amount of lycans I have patrolling the castle grounds. I am also sending out extra lycans to both Potter's Field and the reservoir to patrol."

"And I plan on patrolling the castle grounds myself this week to see what I can find." Alcina adds.

"Excellent. Were there any prisoners taken?" Miranda asks.

"My lycans were able to get one after the last fight, but the prisoner put a bullet in his own head before they were able to get anything useful out of him."

"Well, that's certainly interesting, isn't it?"

"Can't say it's happened before."

"And when the base is located, what is the plan?"

"We plan on taking some time to quietly scout it out. Get a rough layout, a headcount of the amount of hunters that are there, what kind of weapons they have and if we can get wind of their plans. Once the information is gathered we will act accordingly."

Mother Miranda, Karl and Alcina discuss the hunters more as you continue to take as detailed notes as possible. Donna and Salvatore chime in every so often with questions and suggestions. Donna said that if the hunters do end up entering the field she will use her cadou powers to get rid of them. Moreau seemed more worried and mentioned that he doesn't have as much control over his mutations as his siblings, leaving him more vulnerable. Karl and Alcina reassured him that they will take extra precautions to ensure his safety.

"Does anyone have any more questions or concerns?" Mother Miranda asks. When no one says anything, her eyes shift over to you. "Well then, it seems as though this portion of the meeting is finished. Y/n, if you could be so kind, could you please bring me your notes?"

You feel your body tense and your eyes shift towards Alcina. Alcina's eyes are narrowed towards Mother Miranda. Miranda returns Alcina's look and Alcina turns her head towards you and gives you a nod. There's a worry in her eyes you can tell she's trying to hide. Maybe no one else can see it, but you can. Perhaps because you're trying to hide the same look from your eyes.

"Well, well, Alcina. Do you have this one well trained." Miranda says as she watches you move towards her.

The short walk towards Miranda felt like it was a mile long. As hard as you tried to keep your nerves at bay you could feel your heartbeat increase with each step towards her. You truly felt like you were walking into the lions den. Miranda extends her hand and you give her the book. She flips through it, skimming through the notes you've taken. After a minute she closes the book and holds it down. Angie jumps out of Donna's lap and grabs the book from Miranda and returns to Donna. Miranda takes a step towards you and you feel your breath freeze in your lungs. You do your best to keep your face neutral but your heartbeat is so loud it's drowning out the sound of everything else around you.

"Excellent job. Your penmanship is quite exquisite."

"Thank you, Mother Miranda." You say as you bow your head.

Just before you're about to pick your head back up you feel cold metal against your skin. Opening your eyes you realize Miranda has placed one of her talon-clad knuckles under your chin and lifts your gaze up to meet hers.

"So, you are Alcina's new handmaiden?"

"Yes Mother Miranda."

"What else?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand?"

"What else do you do for her?" She hisses.

"I do anything my Mistress asks of me, Mother Miranda." You say, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

"Anything, you say?"

"Yes Mother Miranda." You say before you swallow hard.

"What about you is so special? Why would she chose you, purchase you, a poor orphan? A useless wretch?"

You can hear Alcina shift uncomfortably in her chair and Miranda's eyes snap towards her. They slide back to you and an evil grin creeps across her lips.

Before you know it, the finger that was under your chin snaps down and she grabs you by the neck and lifts you up.

Instinctively, your hands grab at her wrist and your feet dangle just above the ground. Mother Miranda slowly presses the base of her palm against the front of your throat and she begins choking you. You start to sputter and your feet start to flail.

"Mother Miranda that is enough!" Alcina roars as she stands to her full height.

Miranda holds out a finger towards Alcina, signaling for her to wait.

"What is it about her that makes you want to protect her so, my daughter?" She asks while she examines you. "What about her is so special? So special in fact that you are unwilling to allow me to use her in my experiments?"

"Mother Miranda let her go!"

Miranda's grasp around your neck only tightens as she cuts off the rest of your airflow. Her sharp talons dig into your skin and you feel blood begin to trickle down your neck.

"Just how much are you willing to sacrifice, Alcina? I had to teach Karl a similar lesson all those years ago. I never thought you would be in need of one as well but perhaps I was wrong about you all along."

"Mother Miranda, please! She is not a distraction, I am still working diligently towards your goal, please just let her go!"

As you're struggling in her grasp you see Donna and Angie in your peripheral vision as your eyes dart around the room. Donna is as stiff as a mannequin but Angie has a look of horror on her face. You hear movement to your right and you look over to see Moreau staring at Miranda with a look of excitement on his face and Karl next to him with his hammer in his hand. You feel something move on your leg and you realize it's Karl wiggling the dagger, reminding you it's there. Your vision begins to blur as you gasp and the world around you begins to spin.

"Are you sure I don't need to teach you a lesson Alcina?"

"Yes Mother, please!"

An evil chuckle emerges from her lips. With her free hand, Mother Miranda digs her talon into your clavicle and pulls down as blood begins to pour down your chest. Her talon in your skin feels like a hot knife and you can't do anything but scream out in pain before she throws you to the ground.

You feel the impact of the hard stone but it doesn't register right away. The first thing you do is gasp for air as your hands go to your neck and chest.

Alcina begins to step towards you and you hear Miranda tsk at her.

"My, my, Alcina. I've never seen you care for such a disposable maiden before. Maybe you do need to learn a lesson after all."

"Mother no!" You hear Alcina shout before the ground next to you splits in two and a black vine shoots up towards the sky. Pieces of stone are sent flying across the room and the vine dives down towards you.

Mother Miranda cackles as the vine wraps around your neck again and lifts you into the air. You hear Alcina scream and when you look over towards her, her legs and arms are being bound by more vines.

The vines begin to choke you as they dangle you in front of Alcina, just outside of her reach. There is fear in her eyes, you can see the terror as she watches the vine around your neck tighten its grip. Alcina roars and rips her arm out of one of the vines when you reach out towards her. The vine holding you pulls you further away. A new vine tries to grab Alcina's free hand but her claws come out and she shreds it when it tries to grapple her.

Remembering the dagger strapped to your leg, you reach down and grab it. Even something as simple as grabbing the dagger that's strapped to you is harder than it should be. Your vision starts to get spotty and you put all of your focus into reaching for the blade. Your bloodied fingers are able to find the grooved hilt, they graze over the coat of arms engraving and you're able to grab it. With one quick swipe you manage to cut through the vine. When you're released from it's grasp you plummet to the floor and hit the ground. The noise of metal against stone rings in your ears as the dagger bounces away. Air once again floods your lungs and after a moment you're able to breathe.

Before you can catch your breath, another vine lunges towards you and you dodge it. The dagger isn't far from your grasp so you crawl across the dirt coated stone floor and grab it. Another vine comes at you and you roll away. When you're finally able to get back to your feet another, thicker vine shoots towards you and you parry it, slicing it with the sharp blade. More vines come at you and you're able to evade most of the attacks. Each time one wraps around one of your limbs you're able to cut it off and escape. Looking over at Alcina, thicker, stronger vines try to hold her back but her focus stays on you. She has both fear and rage in her eyes. You notice them widen when you make eye contact with her and she yells out "draga!"

By the time you see the vine coming towards you it's too late. It wraps itself around the hand your dagger is in and crawls up your forearm. In one hark flick the vine throws you across the room, the dagger flying out of your grasp.

You're thrown into debris and broken pews and Alcina screams. When you open your eyes everything is blurry and spinning. As your vision stabilizes and clears you see her shred through the vines holding her in place. She claws at every vine that comes her way as she runs towards you before she falls to her knees and scoops you into her arms.

Everything around you spins again and all you see are more vines coming towards you. Instinctively, you close your eyes and wait for the vines to wrap around you once more. Alcina's body violently twitches and she lets out a pained cry. A horrific tearing sound and the cracking of bones fill your ears as she cries out and holds you tighter. With one last twitch Alcina's shoulders slump forward, all of the noise fades and you notice that the light has dimmed through your closed eyelids. When you open them up again, you're met with Alcina's golden eyes. Looking around you see massive white, veiny wings surrounding you both. Alcina brushes the hair out of your face and you meet her gaze once more.

"I have you, draga mea. I have you." She whispers with a trembling voice.

You bring your hand to her face and stroke her cheek with your thumb. Alcina closes her eyes and leans into your touch. A slow clap pulls the two of you away from your moment and Alcina pulls her wings back allowing the light in. She turns with you in her arms and Mother Miranda is standing at the edge of the stage slowly clapping her hands.

"Well, well. That was quite a show. Your little handmaid is more dexterous than I would have thought. And you, Alcina, care more deeply for her than I ever would have imagined. You defy me, for her?" She says, her voice growing cold.

You can feel the rapid rise and fall of Alcina's chest against your body, you can practically feel the anger radiating off of her.

"I have told you before, Mother, she is mine. She is my property. You said you understood and that you would leave her be."

"You care for her?"

"Yes."

"You need her?"

"Yes."

"Then prove it."

Alcina's grip around you tightens and you look up at her and back to Mother Miranda. Miranda has a sinister smirk on her face and it's worse than unsettling. It's downright terrifying.

"Prove it, Alcina. Prove to me that you care for her, that you need her. Feed from her."

Terror flashes before Alcina's eyes and by the time you blink it's gone. She's nearly trembling as she stares at Miranda. It's mostly out of anger but there's something about her that makes you feel her fear. Whether or not Miranda can feel it too is something you're unsure of. For whatever reason, Alcina is worried about feeding from you and you don't know why. She's done it plenty of times before and there's never been any issues. There's something about this that's different, but you don't know what.

"If you do, I give you my word, I will leave her alone. For good." She says, her sinister smile curling upwards even more.

Alcina's wings flare at Miranda's statement and she looks down at you. Looking up to meet her gaze, you see how scared she is, but you also see something else, something you've never seen before. It's almost animalistic, feral even. The both of you know this is your only chance, but deep down you know that if Mother Miranda knew this would be easy she never would have suggested it. It worries you but you're much more afraid of Miranda than you are of Alcina, even if the look in her eyes is completely feral. This was your one shot, you had to take it.

You raise your hand to Alcina's cheek and stroke it with your thumb.

"It's okay, I trust you." You whisper.

Miranda chuckles and Alcina looks up and glares at her. She looks back down at you and you smile at her, nodding your head. Her grip on you relaxes and when it does you notice her golden eyes begin to cloud with white. Alcina lifts you towards her mouth and she leans down.

She inhales deeply through her nose into your neck and you can feel and hear a deep growl come from inside her chest. You've heard her growl before but this was stronger, more primal than you've ever heard before. Alcina begins to suck and lick the perfect spot on your neck. Each movement becoming more frenzied than the last. Whenever Alcina fed from you previously she was always gentle, she made sure it was as painless as possible every time. This time you can feel her control slipping and a bolt of fear shoots through you.

The moment you felt that fear it was like Alcina was able to smell it. Because the moment after it hit you she bit down into your neck harder than she ever has before. You clench your jaw to keep the yelp in but you still grunt in pain. After biting through your flesh Alcina takes deep gulps from your neck, her grip on you tightening once more.

This is the worst pain you've ever felt in your life and she isn't making it any better. Previously, Alcina would barely move as she fed from you, but today her head and neck are bobbing with each gulp. Every time she sucks down more blood you can feel her teeth sinking further and further into your body. You can hear them tearing through muscles and tendons, the noises make your stomach churn. Every time she bites through something else inside of you you can feel every inch of her teeth against parts of you body that should never be exposed.

Alcina has never taken this much blood from you and you realize that she's completely out of control. She doesn't realize how much she's hurting you, and right now, she doesn't care. This is why Miranda wanted her to do this. She knew she wouldn't be in control of herself. Miranda wanted Alcina to be the one that kills you.

Another bolt of fear shoots through you and Alcina becomes more ravenous.

"Alcina!" You say, trying to push her off of you. "Alcina! Stop!"

She grabs your wrist and pulls it away from her face, as if you're getting in her way. You start to thrash in her grasp as panic sets in. She's going to kill you. The harder you fight the tighter her grip on you becomes and the more she drinks.

"Alcina please! Stop! You're hurting me!" You cry.

You were trying to keep your tears from falling but now you've lost all control of them. As you continue to try, and fail, to fight her off you start to feel weak. Soon you physically can't fight back anymore. Tears stream down your face and you cry out to her.

"Alcina, please! Please stop! That's enough, please!"

Your begs fall on deaf ears. This isn't Alcina, you don't know who - or what - has possessed her but this isn't the woman you love right now. That woman is far gone and has been replaced with a bloodthirsty creature you've never seen before. The more she drinks, the more lightheaded you feel. You can feel her teeth scraping against the artery in your neck and the fear gets stronger. If she punctures it, that's it. You'll be dead in minutes. There has to be something you can do to save yourself, isn't there? You don't want to die, not like this.

Alcina, the woman you love, is going to be the death of you. She's going to be the one who kills you. It breaks your heart knowing how devastated she's going to be when she realizes what she's done. If you were going to die, you're glad it would be by her hand at least. You would chose being killed by Alcina as opposed to Mother Miranda any day of the week, but still, you don't want to die.

The world around you begins to blur and you think back to your training with Cassandra, desperately trying to remember if you learned anything that could help you right now. The entire time you were training was to help you defend yourself against Miranda, you never thought you would have to defend yourself against Alcina.

As the thoughts flood your mind you remember something Cassandra had said at dinner after your first day of training. You were too exhausted to really participate in the conversation but you remember she said something about how prey tastes better when it's afraid. The fear sweetens the blood.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. The room begins to spin faster and your vision gets blurrier but you do your best to completely relax in her arms. You stop fighting against the hand she has around your wrist and after a few moments she loosens her grip enough for you to slide out of it. Bringing it to her face, you begin to caress her cheek and whisper to her.

"Alcina, my love, please. That's enough. That's enough."

You know you can't handle much more, if she doesn't stop, that's it. As you continue to caress her cheek with the little strength you have left you realize there's a very good chance you won't be able to stop her. One nick to that artery and you're done. More tears fall down your cheeks as you make peace with the fact that this is how you're going to die.

"I love you, Alcina. I love you. Let me go, that's enough."

Just as you feel like you're about to lose consciousness, just as you feel her starting to bite down harder into that artery, she eases up. Mustering up the tiny amount of energy and lifeforce you have left, you continue to caress her cheek and whisper to her.

"That's enough my love, that's enough."

Alcina pulls away from your neck and you feel the blood pour down your shoulder and back. It takes a lot of energy but you manage to open your eyes. When you look up you expect to be met with Alcina's golden irises but instead you're met with completely white eyes. As if the gold was never there to begin with. Her impassive eyes stare down at you as you bleed in her arms from your neck and chest wounds. Alcina's face is covered in your blood, coating her chin down to her neck and chest. She looks like a predator that just had its way with its prey.

Her grip around you tightens and her breathing starts to increase and her eyes widen as if she's afraid.

"Shh, I'm okay." You whisper as you stroke her face again. "I'm okay."

She leans down and you close your eyes. You feel her nose against your cheek as she gently nudges you, like a mother animal nuzzling her baby. A whimper escapes from her and you open your eyes once more.

"I'm okay," you say as you struggle to stay conscious. "I'm okay."

Alcina's eyes dart up as Mother Miranda takes a step forward. A deep warning growl rumbles in her chest towards Miranda. Miranda takes another step forward and Alcina takes one large step backwards, baring her teeth and snarling at her, holding you in a protective position in her arms. Mother Miranda doesn't take another step forward and Alcina takes one more step backwards before kneeling to the ground and covering the both of you with her wings again. Your eyes open when you feel her nudge you again with her nose and after you make eye contact with her she nuzzles you.

Alcina leans in towards the wound and you try to lift your hand but you're too weak.

"No more Alcina, please."

She pulls back and nudges you again. A loud purr erupts from her chest and you can feel the vibration throughout your body. She leans in towards the wound again. You realize that she isn't going to feed anymore so you don't stop her. Alcina licks over the open wound, cleaning away the blood. It's still bleeding profusely but the more Alcina tends to it, the less it bleeds. The purring in her chest echoes throughout the chapel as she continues to clean you. When she's finished she places a soft kiss to the wound and pulls away, you open your eyes to see the white in her eyes slowly fading back into gold.

Alcina blinks a few times and a few tears roll down her cheeks. She puts her forehead to yours and holds you tight.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry draga." She whispers.

Her arms begin to tremble and she pulls away, wiping the tears from her eyes. Standing back up, her wings fold against her back, opening you up to the rest of the chapel once more.

Glaring at Mother Miranda, Alcina doesn't wait for her to speak.

"Are we finished here?" She says through bloody, gritted teeth.

Mother Miranda tilts her head as she observes the two of you for a moment.

"Very well. I suppose so. Meeting adjourned."

In a burst of black feathers, Miranda is gone. Alcina wastes no time opening up her wings and begins to beat them. After a few seconds her feet are off the ground and she's flying through the air and out of the hole in the chapels ceiling with you in her arms.

If you were more conscious you would be either terrified or amazed as she flies you over the castle grounds. Since you can barely keep your eyes open you focus on the feeling of the wind in your face and try to stay awake.

Alcina lands on the balcony of her chambers. The blood she took from you is starting to take its effect and she can finally let her wings disintegrate. It's uncomfortable but not nearly as painful as it is when they rip themselves out of her back when they form. She dusts off her dress and ducks into the room.

She lays you on the bed and cuts your uniform off of you and removes the now empty leg holster. After taking off her gloves - her hat had fallen off and was forgotten about during the fight - she grabs medical supplies from the bathroom and returns to your bedside.

Truthfully, you feel half dead, you probably looked it too. The blood loss you've suffered is making you a little delusional. You think you're in Alcina's room but you're not quite sure since the room is spinning and your vision is blurry and black spots are fading in and out of it.

The wound on your neck opened up again and continues to bleed. Luckily she never hit your artery but you're still bleeding too much. Alcina takes out gauze and places it over the bite mark, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. The feeling of pressure on your wound sends a lightening rod of pain through your body and you cry out as you try and move out of her grasp.

"Shh, I know it hurts draga, I know. I have to apply pressure to it, we have to get the bleeding under control." She pleads with you as you start to thrash under her grip. "Draga please!"

The more she tries to restrain you the more you scream and cry. You don't understand that she's trying to help, all you know is that you're in pain and you need it to stop.

The door to Alcina's room swings open and the three girls swarm inside.

"What's going on?!" Bela asks.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Daniela screams when she sees you, a bloodied mess, on her mothers bed.

"Hold her down!" Alcina yells at the girls. The three of them remain frozen in place. "Now, damnit!"

Bela flies to the other side of the bed and holds your arms down, Daniela and Cassandra each hold down one of your legs. Alcina continues to apply pressure to the wound and you shake your head back and fourth trying to get her off. A large hand cups your face and holds you still. Opening your eyes you see Alcina's golden eyes filled with tears.

"I know it hurts draga, I know. I have to stop the bleeding. Please, please relax."

Your body is still in fight or flight mode but your brain begins to register that she's trying to help. Staring into her eyes, you stop flailing and start to cry.

"It hurts." You say through tears.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry, just hold still, it'll all be over soon. I promise."

"Mama, was this you?" Daniela asks as her wide eyes stare at the blood soaked gauze at your neck.

Alcina can't bear to look her daughter in the eye. She turns her head as the tears she's desperately holding back threaten to fall.

"What happened?" Cassandra says through her teeth. Alcina keeps her head turned and Cassandras tone becomes ice cold. "Mother, what did you do?"

Looking down at Cassandra, you feel her grip on your calf tighten and you see the anger in her eyes directed towards her mother. As the panic in you fades, you realize just how angry she is at Alcina. For all she knows Alcina lost control and almost killed you on her own.

"Cassandra, please." Alcina whispers.

"You almost killed her!" She yells.

"It's not her fault." You say with a rasped whisper.

From Mother Miranda's hand and vines around your neck, your throat is in pain and you can barely speak. Cassandra's gaze shifts from her mother to you. Her eyes are just as intense but have less rage directed your way.

"It was Miranda's fault. She made her."

Speaking just that much was enough to properly exhaust you. You close your eyes and Cassandra looks back at her mother.

"Cassandra I didn't have a choice-"

"I told you she was evil!" Cassandra yells. "We've been telling you for years that Mother Miranda is horrible and you wouldn't listen to us! Now look what happened! You almost killed her! This never would have happened if you told that bitch to fuck off!"

"Cassandra Dimitrescu-"

"No! I don't care! I don't care if Miranda made you, this is your fault! Look at what you've done to her!" She yells, gesturing to your bloodied and bruised body. "Look at what you did!"

Alcina stares at Cassandra with her mouth open in shock. Out of the three girls Cassandra was always the one that talked back the most but she's never screamed at Alcina like this before. The room is so silent you can hear a pin drop. Looking at her daughter, Alcina reaches out to put her hand on her arm.

"Cassandra,"

Cassandra's arm turns to flies and Alcina's hand goes straight through it.

"No, I don't want to hear it. I don't care. I'm so sick of this bullshit!" She shouts before swarming out of the room.

Alcina's hand covers her mouth as she sits there in shock. She begins to tremble as she tries with all of her strength to keep herself from breaking down in front of you and her daughters. No matter how hard she squeezes her eyes shut the tears begin to pour down her cheeks.

Bela and Daniela sit on the bed frozen. Cassandra was always the most like Alcina, their tempers practically mirroring one another, but this was the only time they've ever seen her scream at someone like that that wasn't a maid. They never thought they would ever see her flip out on either one of them like that, no less their mother.

Shaking her head trying to rid herself of the tears, Alcina grabs more gauze from the medical kit and replaces it with the blood-soaked gauze on your neck. She's trying to busy herself so she doesn't break down but her hands are trembling with every movement and her eyebrows are knit so closely they've practically become one.

"Bela," Alcina says with a shaking voice. "Do you think her chest wound will require stitches?"

Bela looks at her mother with confusion and worry for a moment before examining the cut Miranda gave you.

"No, I don't think so. It doesn't look deep. If it's taken care of properly it shouldn't scar too badly."

"Good. Bandage it up please."

"Mother,"

"Bela, please. Do it now." Alcina says as she barely holds on to her composure.

Bela makes quick work of the cut, applying an ointment to prevent infection - that stung like a bitch - and bandaging it up. As she tends to your wound Alcina is focused on your neck. She continues to check to see if the bleeding has stopped and it hasn't, although it has slowed. The longer Alcina looks at the wound she gave you, the harder it is for her to hold back.

"Okay, it's done."

"Thank you. That is all girls," she says as her voice shakes. "you may go."

Tears begin to roll down her cheeks and her breath trembles as she inhales.

"But mom-" Daniela says.

"No, go." The girls say nothing but don't move. The thin rope Alcina was clinging to snaps and a sob breaks out. "Just go!" She shouts as she waves them off.

With one hand still applying pressure to your neck, her other hand rests on your chest. Alcina folds forward, her head laying on top of her hand and the dam breaks. Her shoulders shake as she cries into you, Bela and Daniela exchange looks and they both move off of the bed. Both of them give their mothers arm a loving squeeze before they leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

Your hand finds the back of Alcina's head and you run your fingers through her hair as you try and comfort her.

"It's not your fault Alci, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is. I'm a monster."

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c0smoshit · 8 months

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Hun, I just saw your post about my request being posted earlier! Don't worry about it! Take all the time you need and I want you to enjoy it as much as you can! I know you'll do amazing, and it'll be worth the wait! I am so sorry Tymblr has been a bitch

Blue eyes ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Cloud's been having some horrific dreams lately

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ angst!, fluff too, traumas, nightmares, slight harrasment from a drunk guy, visions, voices, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Sorry for the inactivity and tumblr being a bitch :(( But anyways, enjoy this mess 🫶😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 4.462

« Red »

The colour his mind pictured when he started hearing things, seeing them. His head spinned and hurt, closing his eyes tightly while strange voices filled his mind.

He didn't know where they came from or why they did it, but he was so tired of them.

At first it didn't happen really often, it all started when he stepped on that polluted city. It caused him such a weird and sad feeling, Midgar, the city that was supposed to be such an advance in technology, bringing fresh and huge mako reactors to create those little colorful pearls everyone seemed to want.

But it was all bullshit, they were destroying the planet, milking every mako drop out of it. It got to a point were people couldn't even see the daylight from the slums, greeted by hours and hours of darkness and emptiness.

His mind often circled around how lifeless the faces of the people were, matched with the depressing sight of the metallic buildings and playgrounds. The only natural light that beamed through the endless sandy paths were the children, bringing honest giggles and big jovial grins to the world.

How would it feel to be a kid again?

Nostalgia rested deep inside him, he mourned those years, when it all felt right and real.

Long walks along the little village with his mother, longer ones in the mountains by the back of his house.

Breathe clean air, sleeping with the sound of the air hitting the slope of the mountains with persistence.

His mother caressing his hair as he told her not to ruffle it up

"Learning" how to be a SOLDIER by himself.

He reminisces about his loneliness too, he constantly looked foward to what Tifa's friends were up to.

Although he didn't really fit with anyone on Nibelheim besides Tifa, he was happy and he had dreams. Dreams that were soon sliced by a huge Masamune.

No matter how hard his subconciousness, driven by the silhouette of SOLDIERS and Sephiroth, tried to tell him that those kids were inferior to him, they seemed to be so joyful and honestly happy.

And he just... was there.

Those were the happiest years he had ever looked back on, and now they just remained as memories.

But time appeared to exacerbate those imminent dark nights.

People would frequently put him as a companionless guy, one of many who enjoyed the silent strides of their own feet. And he was, he loved being alone, not with his mind.

He had become accustomed to being alone, he always had been a solitary person and that's all he knew.

His mind roved around his past, his memories, and he often found himself trying to decipher if they were real or just some images that this new voice had placed deeply inside his psyche.

Maybe that was the reason he actually likes spending time with the group, not really the fact that he got to be with them but the comfort of the voices being subdued by them. Even if it just lasted some hours.

Midgar had a dark aura around it that he only seemed to discern. And it got worse and worse, scarlet painted memories of the ones he couldn't protect.

He was tired, tired of it all.

Tired of fighting only to be compensated with grief and regret.

Tired of taking care of everyone, as cruel as it sounded.

Tired of seeing him everywhere, even on the safety of your arms.

The man, if he even deserved that name, who took his life away savagely, his dreams and his trust for him. The day he remembers the most, yet so vaguely, a chaos of blurred ( burnt ) out images inside his messed up brain.

The years had taken away decades of sanity that should still remain inside him.

And hundreds of hours of sleep too.

His body sometimes walked itself out of his makeshift appartment Tifa had lent him, governed by the need of "fresh" air. Nonetheless they were just mere excuses for the fear he felt, knowing that he had to sleep that night with his own thoughts.

He saw you once, streets painted with the caliginosity of the moon, you looked calm as you feet dragged you through the solid metal walls.

He pondered about going and talk to you, but he opted to just watch you fade away into the dead of night. Kind of creepy, he thought, but he didn't want to disturb your peace.

But the metal clank of his comically large sword, resting heavily on his back almost exposed him. Two confused glowing orbs looked around, trying to decipher what they just heard. However they eventually calmed themselves down and continued their enigmatic pace.

He let out a sigh of relief he wasn't aware was holding, lowering the rapid gloved hand that tried to stop the movement of his sword from the handle.

Before he decided that he should leave you alone, something sparkled inside him, something was wrong.

He resumed his steps and before he even had a chance to think, some strange man approached you. Maybe you had a boyfriend he didn't know about?

That option was quickly discarded as your face scrunched up in disgust for a brief moment before you smiled at the man, telling him something. Something he didn't seem really excited about as he slurred some words out of his mouth while closing the distance between the both of you.

His forbearance soon emptied itself, he couldn't bear seeing you like this for another minute. He was aware you knew how to manage yourself in fights and this wouldn't be the first time your shin ended on some guy's crotch.

But everytime something like this occurs, you try to be as polite as you posibly can, not wanting the situation to escalate to a higher problem. Muttering some

"I'm fine thank you"

Your hands crossed in front of your chest, tugging tightly your own shirt as you tried to walk away. But the weird guy got even closer to you, smiling as if he was proud of winning a medal, trying to cage you into the wall.

"Aww cmon, I just wanna have some fun tonight"

His disgusting drunken reek filled your poor nostrils, god why couldn't he just walk away or something?

"You don't want to have some fun?"

You were forced to stop dead on your tracks as his hand launched itself, hitting the wall besides you, ending up at your eye level.

"Hey-"

Your eyes widened in horror as he came closer to your face, whispering something into your ear that your mind couldn't process, as the only thing that popped up instead was the image of your fist fitting so good into his cheekbone.

The hand that grabbed your waist was your last straw, but before you could land a decent blow into the man's face something stopped you. Well, rather someone.

Some signature light blonde locks followed by a stoic and quite angry expression appeared behind the guy, his thin lips parted, words fell out of them full of irritation.

"Mind your own bussiness, freak"

A scoff was heard but it was soon replaced by a leather sound, the yank of someone's jacket followed by the loud sound of a body hitting the ground.

The man quickly got himself up, dusting off his clothes and when he was ready to make some comments about the appearance of the one who had taken him down, he decided to shut his mouth as his eyes travelled to the weapon he was wearing.

That and his intimidating appearance, the moon casting it's light into his back so his face was dark enough not to reveal his features, but not his piercing mako eyes.

Eyes that stared down at him with the most disgusting look he had ever seen on anyone's face before.

And in spite of the fact that Cloud wasn't that intimidating like Barret could be, his actions made his whole facade darker. He wasn't a tall and beefy guy, but he was strong.

Just by one movement of his sword he could slice a motorbike in half, his dexterity with blades was what made him feared.

And yet he was also good in close battles, clear agility as he moved through both the battlefield and the hits that were thrown at him. That and his quick thinking and last minute dodges he offered too.

The man had already vanished into the rumbling engines that worked overnight, fused with the quiet chatter of the souls who worked late. You sighed out in harmony with his grip softening on the handle of his sword once again.

You had so many questions that needed to be answered right now, the louder one asking how come he was here tonight?

The night ended with him taking you back home, telling you that you should be more careful, gaining a frow of your brows and you saying something about how you could protect yourself.

And he knew that, he had seen you fight with him, taking down enemies that he was too slow to see. But he still wanted to take a look after you, make sure nobody harmed you in any ways.

He wanted to be there the way you were there for him.

« Blue »

The way his visions were tinted like, navy blue mixed with some undertones of green.

They were the worst part of all this madness he was enduring.

They caused him headaches and the feeling of disorientation, and he absolutely despised being lost. He didn't even know who he was or why he was here, his mind was the worst puzzle he had to ever go through.

However, that wasn't the darkest thing about it.

The visions felt so real, vivid images flashing through his mind like a high speed train, travelling through all his senses and flooding them.

He could see everything and no matter how hard he tried to squeeze his eyes shut, his own brain forced them open.

He could hear the cries and wailings for mercy, sometimes for help, his help.

He could touch, but everything was so far away yet so close to him.

He could taste the bitter-sweet savour of guilt.

The rancid smell of sadness.

The only sound that brought comfort to him, as it being a signal that he was still alive, ceased it's rythmic pumping. A looming mist spreading from his stomach to the rest of his body, fueling his nerves.

He could sense that they either were years appart from his timeline or mere minutes away.

But the conclusions all ended up in the same alleyway, they were going to happen.

Something deep inside whispered into his pierced ear that he couldn't do anything about them, that they weren't just some visions inside his head.

And they frightened him, watching from an imaginary seat how his friends died, how the planet was destroyed, his face.

As a result from this, his head became a cage that no matter how hard he tried to break the iron bars with his naked hands, he was too weak to do so. He just wanted liberty.

That cage multiplied at least ten times the feeling of claustrophobia the aura of the city gave him.

"No!"

A heartrending cry ringed painfully through his ears, loud enough to make them feel as if they were about to bleed.

His eyes were closed but he didn't want them open either way, the ground felt cold even with his boots on.

"Please don't"

The agonizing voice didn't die down like he was waiting for, instead it increased it's volume, almost as if it wanted for him to look up and see what was going on.

And eventually, he did.

His eyes searched for the voice ( for you ), eyes falling on the hand that was clutching for dear life a metal structure.

He recognized the place right away, the lukewarm temperature envolving the gears and his body, the mustiness that filled up his nose. He was inside a reactor.

Faint lights gloomed upon his clothes as his feet dragged him through the grilles, his back felt empty. He didn't have the soothing weight of his weapon, feeling vulnerable to whoever wanted to fight him.

"Please, Cloud"

That did it for him, it was unmistakably you.

Your sweet and sometimes monotone tone was gone, blatantly swapped with a much more startled and uneasy one. Your hands were the only thing visible for him to see right now, the image of your body suspended in the air already present inside his brain.

He didn't know why but a memory of your hand touching his flooded his mind, he liked the softness of them, he wished he didn't had gloves on.

The more intense your cries became, the more he wanted to scream back at you, tell you that he was there, that you were going to be fine.

But nothing came out of his mouth

He kneeled down in front of you, finally able to see your face. But he didn't like the way you were sweating, how your eyes widened in horror as you looked back at him. He wanted to see your features soften, to hear your laugh, your voice telling him not to overwork himself.

The abyss consumed him, what seemed like miles and miles of hollowness and darkness bellow you.

Your left hand slipped off the edge with a yelp, you were slowly sinking down and he wasn't going to let you do so. His hand grabbed the one that was still gripping the platform, clutching it tightly.

He wouldn't let you slip off that easily.

Your quivering voice was the only sound that could deafen the roar of the engines around the both of you. Although you were visibly sweating, your hand felt cold under the thin layer of his black gloves.

An invisible rock attached to your feet by a thick rope made you feel heavier than before, gradually dragging you lower and lower from his grasp.

He couldn't even let out grunts or sighs out of his mouth, he wanted to tell you to hold on, just a bit more and you were going to be safe with him once again.

He tried to lift you up, but you didn't budge. His body tensed up and he was becoming more and more impatient.

By the time your hand finally gave up on him, he was laying face down on the ground, his feet stopping him from falling down with you.

"I'm sorry"

A tear slipped from your tired eyes, your body dissapearing into the void with the saddest smile he had ever seen on your face. He didn't want to ever see that expression again, he wanted you to smile brightly, not fade out lights with it.

And why were you apologizing? He should be the one to do so, he was unable to save you. You should be here with him now, enveloping your loving arms around him while you thanked him.

He felt his heart being crushed down, he wouldn't be able to feel you pat his shoulder in a reassuring way whenever he had to fight someone again, your hands dusting off his clothes after a long mission.

He wanted to cry, to scream, to kill someone.

But his mouth was sealed shut, his hands trembled but no tears seemed to stain his cheeks. His heart pumped harshly inside his chest and as if someone were tugging his hair, his head hurt.

And when he closed his eyes, they were opened again.

But he wasn't met with cramped, massive iron walls around him, he was met with his unfurnished blank wall.

Thank god, he thought.

His sheet was between his legs and the floor, a cotton waterfall on the side rail of the bed. His shirt was ridden up above his belly button, the moon was still up in the sky staring at him with a motionless facade. And he could've sworn it was mocking him.

He had sat up abruptly, letting out a screech he wanted to let out for a while now, reverberating from his chest and into the small room. He tried to calm his breathing, his hands clutched the matress bellow him.

His hair was messier than it usually was, he stared at the closed window and into the incessant lightless sky.

For the first time in his life he was pleased to see those streets again.

That took place about week ago and of course he didn't tell anyone. He didn't want to pile more stress and worry on the shoulders of the group.

On the outside, his demeanour didn't change a bit. Well, not for the ones who didn't know him.

His subtle tiredness and grumpiness was cristal clear for you to notice. His patience died down sooner than before and his irascibility when he was fighting someone was what exposed him.

And if his answers were dry and short they basically were nonexistent now.

But he had a thick skull and no matter how many times you asked him—

"Is everything alright?"

His head turned around to see you, a confused frown rested on his face. Had he done anything weird?

—he didn't seem to answer you.

He then shook his head and his hand, silently telling you that he was fine. But you stopped yourself before asking him a second time, you didn't want to be a nuisance either way.

You were walking next to him a few meters away from the group in front of you. They walked back to Seventh heaven, but you purposedly abandoned your talk to walk with Cloud instead.

And he didn't seem bothered by it, he appreciated the way you cared about him, but he couldn't tell you what was happening, not now.

He didn't dare to look at you, he knew if he did so, flashes of his prior dreams would engulf his mind.

Sooner or later he did, throbbing guilt crossed painfully his mind when he did so. He saw blue in your eyes.

An ocean emerged in front of his eyes, submerging your face and then your clothes, coalesced with a big meadow of beatiful grown grass that enveloped your features.

He could've found this view incredibly magestic if it wasn't for the fact that he knew what was about to happen.

He didn't- He couldn't take it anymore.

His skull appeared to be thicker inside his skin, crushing down his brain. His hands swiftly made contact with his forehead, eyes closed shut and avoiding to see anything.

Whispers and sometimes yells echoed through the dim alleyway, his knees bucking as he supported himself on the wall.

His eyes achingly opened up again, his hands grasped something that was too soft to be a stone wall, he saw your face.

"Please don't- Please don't go"

"to the reactor..."

Your soft voice with some hints of sleepiness reached his eardrums, was he dreaming?

A question he found himself asking a lot lately, not knowing how to discern between reality and a vision or a dream.

He hesitated to open his eyes once again, his headache had dissapeared but his eyelids felt heavier than before.

When was before?

He saw your face, but you weren't staring at him back. Subsequently your hands stroked his hair tenderly, a touch he would love to die for.

You were humming softly, his mother did that a lot when she was cleaning him up and tucking him before sleep.

He wanted to admire your beauty for just a little while, the moon stared at him once again, but this time he was the one who laughed at it.

Your soft skin, your hair released from the confines of your hair tie, your lips, your eyelashes that batted so cutely whenever you saw an animal, your nose.

You were from another dimension.

And he melted right away after you noticed that he was awake, your smile being the first thing that came into his vision. The loss of warmth on his blonde locks made him a bit mad.

That was when he noticed where he was laying on, your legs. Blood rushed to his cheeks, creating a slight blush on his pale skin. But he shrugged his thoughts fast enough for you not to notice his weakness.

He wished that whenever he had a nightmare or a crude vision your thighs would be there to craddle his head.

He didn't know why he was here but he didn't want to hear the answer too, he was more than happy to be there either way.

He knew he could speak right now, but he didn't have anything to say. Your hand falling down into his cheek followed with a kind look on your lips was what kept him silent.

And the words that fell from them were the only reason he was still fighting Shinra, fighting with you, for you, to hear them again and again.

He didn't demand poetic phrases for him to melt on spot, just by hearing the most simple reassuring worss fall from your lips was more than enough for him.

"I'm here for you "

He spent the rest of the night curled up like a ball on top of your legs, hearing your honeyed words deliciously filling his ears repeatedly.

He wouldn't tell you why he had passed out on top of you, why had he pushed you to the wall in front of the group as he anxiously warned you.

And he ceirtantly wouldn't tell you about how his dream of you walking alone in an alleyway was the reason his body walked itself out of his appartment.

The softness of your skin wasn't there anymore it was replaced by your cozy pillow, but it wasn't enough for him.

Dawn's first light entered through your closed window, hitting his face. He had slept without any worries for the first time in weeks, drowned in your touch.

He wanted to thank you, he only had spent a night with you and you had managed to clear his mind from any racing thoughts. His head craved for your touch, his arms and his hands too.

He looked down and he saw his usual clothes, but now they smelled like you.

But you weren't there, he looked around and he took advatange of the quiet dawn to see your room. It was the same size as his own one, but it was definitely prettier than his.

Clean sheets deliciously wrapped around his body that fell down onto his legs when he sat up on the bed, your bed. Cute posters and images about some cats, family and friends laying around on your desk or hanging on the wall.

He rubbed his somnolent eyes before getting off the bed with a swift move, laying on his feet. He noticed that they were lighter than before and when he looked down, he wasn't wearing his boots anymore. You had taken the time to take them off before getting him inside your bed, a small smile formed on his lips at the thought.

His head pekeed through your door as he opened it as quietly as he could, it was still pretty early so he didn't want to wake you up if you were still around.

Without the huge piece of metal behind his back he was pretty quiet, so he used that on his advantage.

His feet guided him until he reached what seemed to be like your living room, it was the same like your bedroom. It was a copy of his own one but much cozier.

But he didn't have time to look around like he did with your room, you were a much more pleasant sight to see. He walked silently until he was right next to your sleeping form.

The first thing that crossed his mind was how gorgerous you were like this, comfy and relaxed under the spell of sleepiness. Your rythmic slow-paced breaths, they reminded him of the sea.

However, he immediately felt bad for stealing your bed, he noticed the way you were curled up on the small couch, your back was probably going to kill you when you woke up.

So without any second thought, his left hand wrapped itself bellow your knees while his right one simultaneously enveloped your back. He gently lifted you up in his arms, your head lolling to the side until it met his shoulder, your temple resting next to his chest.

He wasn't going to lie to himself, he sometimes daydreamed about carrying you like this, how would it feel. Your sweet "thank you"'s echoed inside his head when he lifted your harmed form after a cruel battle, your arms hugging his neck.

A few minutes passed and he thanked his hard training for being able to hold you like this for a long while.

Your body shivered, right, you didn't seem to have a spare blanket other than the one in your bed. So he pressed his body closer to yours, trying to warm you up.

He knows he's already called you pretty and gorgerous over ten times now, but god, he needed to remark it. And right now you looked as cute as those cats you seemed to love, unconciously hiding your face on his chest with a long sigh.

He marched back into your room and he noticed that his buster sword was resting on the right wall of the living room, next to his boots.

The more he noticed those little details, the more he wanted to hold you close to him.

But when he finally reached your room after an agonizing ( purposely ) slow pace, it was time for you to properly rest.

So he placed you on top of your mattress, heart fluttering when he saw your little stretch on the bed. He enveloped your body with your blanket, mimicking your pleasured smile when he did so.

If only time could stop right now

He closed the curtains so the light didn't disturb your well deserved sleep like it did to him and then he sat down next to your bed.

Thankful for having a cure for his illnesses.

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neo404 · 14 days

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can you do dad!nick x male reader? i don't care what is it, anything will do!

Stay at home dad! Nick.

Summary: stay at home shenanigans of Nick.

Once your baby entered your lives, they made a 360 degree turn. Nick had to plan ahead for meetings and videos, which wasn’t that easy but was way easier than having a job where you aren’t your boss. So, the both of you decided that Nick would stay at home taking care of your baby while you work the 9 to 5 from Monday to Friday.

Nick is a good dad, a dad that did all the research on internet about how to take care of a baby before they arrived. A dad that made long facetimes with his mom with a notebook and pen besides him to annotate every single tip and trick she gave him. A dad that will call his brothers for help because he can’t find the control remote of the tv, give the baby a bath and cook dinner at the same time. A dad that watches the baby sleep on the couch worried that he might turn on his sleep. A dad that tries not to cry when looking at his baby for too long.

He is a good dad, and he is a great husband too. When you arrive home dinner is always on its way (most of the time is delivery, but at least it’s your favorite). He will greet you with a kiss on the lips, helping you take out your coat and putting it on the rag.

‘’How are you, honey?’’

‘’Exhausted!’’

‘’Really? Tell me about your day.’’

‘’You won’t believe it. Our little angel decided to wake up right after you left and…’’

Nick is the type of dad that holds back his tears when he sees you and your baby sleeping on the couch, one hand on the babies back while they lay on your chest, your shirt stained with her saliva. He instead takes a picture with his phone and sits besides you playing with your hair.

Nick is the type of dad who will go to talks for ‘new parents’ and be nervous to see the room full of mothers and their babies. Nick is the type of dad who talks to these moms proudly about his husband and his pretty girl.

Nick is the type of dad to buy lots of clothes for the baby. A lot of dresses, shirts, onesies, hats, socks. Every item of clothing the baby has it, she might have more clothes than bot of you. He loves the type of clothe with silly prints of them (like animals or dinosaurs, also loves the ones with Disney or Bluey characters).

He will try to deny it, but he loves the ‘best dad’ kind of gifts. It can be a shirt or a mug, this man will roll his eyes when he sees the gift and say its corny but he will use the item 24/7.

Nick loves to read stories to his baby, also loves to sing to her. Is very shy when he sees that you are leaning on the doorframe looking at them with a smile on your face.

Nick is the type of dad to be very protective of his baby, when she starts walking and being more curious, he will have at least 5 heart attacks per day. And don’t even get me started on going out to the park, Nick would be behind the baby at every moment making sure she doesn’t fall or trip.

Nick is the type of dad who has a folder filled with photos of his baby and husband on his phone, but also has an album of instant pictures on the living room.

‘’Yes?’’

‘’My handsome husband.’’

‘’What did you do?’’

‘’I can’t call you now that you assume I need something? How rude, more film, I need more film for the camera haha. I love you, I will cook your favorite tonight, thank you, bye.’’

Sigh

Nick is the type of that adopts a dog so the baby and the doggy can grow up together.

Nick loves the weekends because you don’t have to work, so the three of you snuggle on the couch while watching a movie. Or the three of you cook together, of clean the house together, or sleep together. Anything, the weekends are always time for the three of you, one baby on the hip and one loving husband on the other arm.

Also, Nick will beg you to have another kid when the baby is no longer baby and is a toddler. ‘’She needs a sibling; she will feel alone. Believe me, I don’t know what I will do without the stupid crazy bitches of my brothers.’’ And who can say no to his pout and pleading eyes? So, the adoption process of the next member of the family starts.

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 1 year

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Being Thor's best friend + Týr's Fiance part 2

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Reader: female | Thor x sister-in-law Reader (Platonic)| Týr x reader (romantic eventually)

Notes: you guys liked the last one so heres the second part!, Freyr also comes in! So cool! Also týr heavy, not much thor this time! Sorry

Warnings: bitchy moms bitchy moms oh so bitch moms

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If you fully honest

You didnt remember what happened when you woke up the next day in bed with you sketch book and a few pages spewed on the bed with yourself and a pencil

You felt a large hand, an unfamiliar large hand fall on your shoulder as you stay fake sleeping, a blanket being brought further up your body as your hair was swipped back for comfort and that was all.

You hadnt even been changed out your outfit of last night.

You sat up

"I did not wish to wake you." Týr spoke, Y/n's sketch book in his hand, setting it on the desk.

"Oh...thank you." Y/n spoke softly.

"You are tired still. I would be as well." Týr chuckled, "we had quiet the night."

Y/n was silent looking around, "You take your work very seriously."

Y/n nodded, oh, drilling another project she supposed, picking up one of the left over sketches some quick, other's well consumed on time.

"Ah....I was having trouble with the beard..." Y/n responded looking over the sketch, "I uh. Was never too good at draw braids."

"I had heard of your work prior, I am certainly impressed."

Y/n nodded, "thank you. Its an ever-growing skill."

Y/n looked at the other pages casually, he watching her intently.

"Uh...yes?" Y/n asked nervously.

"Oh. Breakfast?"

"Uh. Sure..." Y/n responded.

He had brought you breakfast in bed

Thats awfully nice

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes. Its good." Y/n spoke, "did you make it?"

He made it indeed.

Still you feel akward eating lunch with this man.

Its a rough start, the trying to get to know you part

He figures, once he starts getting you to talk, you wont be able to stop

Its true in a way, you enjoyed talking about your pass time, and he enjoyed listening.

But besides that you didnt open up much.

"You and Thor are good friends."

"Since we were kids."

"It's nice then. To return after your long journey to friends."

Y/n looked down into her bowl, "I was on a journey. Is that what they told?"

"You're own mother-"

"She's just as bad as your father." Y/n complained, "Both compulsive liars."

"Misery is good company they say."

That caused her to chuckle, he wasnt wrong.

He likes your smile, and you enjoy his witty humor.

You could atleast be friends it seemed like, he's kind, and carring. Good sense of humor.

Also he wasnt like your mother so big plus

Deep deep deep down, you know that you could of become friends with Týr on your own if you werent forced to marry him.

You guys kinda are forced to spend the day together

You both do try and see the postive, but the postive would you not having to wear a dress, so you didnt and came out looking like a bad ass bitch.

So you spend your day together, mostly walking, and sitting, and talking.

Until kids run up to you

"You bested Thor!" One cheered, "me and my sister are gonna be Valkyires! We wanna be like you!"

"Yeah you were so cool!"

"The first male Valkyire?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah!" They cheered, "The Valkyire twins!"

Y/n chuckled, "Well. I am no Valkyire. But. I know a few. And Im sure one day you'll both best the best."

"Come on! Lets go tell mom!"

And they ran off together with happy goodbyes.

Cute. Kids are cute, sometimes

"You're good with them."

"Kids?" Y/n asked, "truth me told I still think Im one myself"

He likes that your comfortable

And you both contuine your talking

It doesn't last long, a charge of kids come at you

"Can boys really be Valkyires!?"

"I wanna be a Valkyire!"

"Me too!"

"Lets battle!"

"Yeah! Come on! If we beat you! We're sure to be Valkyires!"

Oh what have you done

Týr's laughing as a group of kids gang up on you

You have no choice but the crumble

They've resorted to tickling you now

But you wont let them win and chase them causing them to laugh and run.

He thinks it's really an eye opener to see how you are

Plus he thinks its really cute you with kids

Though he doesn't feel like its his place to ask your opinion on kids

Luckily you go through most of the walk without intruption

His talks of peace and all, really intrest you, he knows peace can brought on even without war.

You wish nothing but to agree with him, but you know how cruel people can be, he knows but still sees the postivey in them all.

You suppose no one wants to see there parents in that light, even the worst of them.

Changing the subject he ask what you'd like to do.

Your tempted to say drinking contest.

But end up saying drawing.

He'll admit he's not the best artist, but would love to contuine to spend the time with you

He's expecting a table, just drawing whatever you remember.

Not well. The adventure that comes with it

Climbing on the sea side cliffs, a dangerous but exilerating adventure.

Sure your both shuffling along but soon your jump from one cliff to another and he's worried you'll fall.

He soon learns this isnt your first rodeo, nor second. It's like you were born into this.

"Here we are," y/n spoke, hoping down onto the pebbly beach, "our subject matter and dinner."

Its a two in onw for sure, catching fish and drawing, intresting idea but for sure something he wouldnt mind doing again.

So you both sit together throughout the sunset and until the night takes over.

It wasnt so bad spending time with one another

You best be sure ya'll spendt the night on that beach.

The next morning you woke up on the beach, warm, and happily swaddled in large arms.

Tempted to go back to bed and temptation wins

You simply roll over and go back to sleep.

You wake up later in a bed.

How much later on you don't know, but you wake up alone and covered in thick blankets.

Sitting up you get out off bed, you're chlothes have been changed.

Your hair braided back for comfort

"You're up."

"Freya?"

She came over with a pot in hand, setting it on the bedside.

"Týr explained to me you were cold to the touch, he was afraid of any sickness." She explained, "thats what happens when you spend your night on a beach shoeless. Do you feel ill?"

"Oh. Uh. No. Im fine." Y/n told, "thank you."

She nodded, "drink this. For security."

Freya poured Y/n a cup, she thankful and took it.

"How are you two getting along?"

"We're fine....I still dont think of him as..."

"A partner?"

Y/n nodded, "Suppose I am selfish-"

"Its arranged. It's normal to feel such a way. With your conditions especially."

You were quiet as you drank your tea. So Freya knew about what happened to you...

She talks to you a bit more about Týr mostly, and you answer the best you could

Your little "date" with him yesterday didnt go bad after all

"He cares very much about you already. He finds you liberating."

"Whats that suppose to mean?"

"You dont find too many Aesir with hearts tainted that still hold true to there holder."

With that she leaves you, and Thor is walking in.

"I heard a colds the one kick your arse."

"Oh please." Y/n complained, "Come for another ass beatin then?"

"Can't I check on ny friend?"

Y/n shook her head playfully, drinking her tea looking out the nearby window.

"Its good to have you back."

Y/n looked his way, "its nice to be back. Within reason. Cant stand to look at your father or my mothers face for two fuckin seconds."

He laughs at that, and so do you

Its the truth in full honesty.

You cant balme him. Its fucking funny

Yet its all cut short when your mother walks in.

You manage to shoo thor away, as she closes the door behind him.

"Daughter."

She received silence, "Have you slept with him child?"

Y/n sipped her tea.

"Have you fucked thor."

"How the fuck am i suppose to sleep with Thor?" Y/n argued, "He's my friend-"

"What does your husband think about this-"

"He likes my fun." Y/n growled, "and he's not my husband."

"He will be within days time."

"Dont you dare mock me. What are you? Five?"

"Oh please a five year old has more balls and intergerity than you'll ever have." Y/n argued.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, leaving Y/n to her own devices.

Gladly you were by yourself, with your sketch book on the bed side.

You grab it and look through it looking through yesterday sketches.

The pebble beach was the peice of the day, and some pages included small things you found along the way, a small crab, some seaweed, the fire you two had made

And you had even tried sketching Týr a few times, small portraits

Final you decide to get out of bed and get dressed.

You make your way around, finding Týr talking with Sif.

"I'll leave you to it then."

"Sif hey."

"Y/n." She smiled with a quick bow of the head in acknowledgement, "I'll leave you to be."

Y/n watched her leave, "I am glad you are feeling better.

She looked up at Týr and smiled small, "just cold feet it all. You two talking bout smart people stuff?"

"Uh. A book." He responded.

"Which one?"y/n asked trying to make conversation, "Im assuming there is no war in it?"

It went silent, she confused and raised an eyebrow, "you good?"

"I apologize for lying to you." He started.

"Huh?"

"I was rather asking how to woo you. You seem great friends with Thor, I suppose me and Sif are much more alike in that aspect of partner ship."

Y/n laughed it a cute sentiment: "very thoughtful of you. You want...an opinion? I would consider myself an expert."

"Very much I would."

"be yourself." Y/n smiled softly up at him, " but dont be afraid to ak me the hard questions. I can take em."

He chuckled, a smooth lightheared sound, "then may I ask: would we have been lovers on a diffrent path? One that is not arranged."

Y/n hummed, "i suppose blunt honesty is how I woo you?"

"Most certainly," he smiled, his fingeds coming up to tilt her chin up.

Despite his large form he was soft, and careful, and his touch could make anyone melt.

"I don't know." Y/n answered finally, "Truth be told Im surpised we even get along on the path we're currently on."

"And why do you say that?"

"I did beat your brothers ass at the accounment dinner."

Týr chuckled once more, "I believe that is what started our friendship."

You could only smile at him.

Then realized what the fuck was happening: your sharing your feelings, your open, your melting at a simple chin lift.

Your....developing a crush kinda sort off...

Oh fuck no

So you pull away, telling him you should...go...and well do something

You dont exactly know what your doing but your running away basically

To do what? To hide from your feelings

Top ten places to hide is the wheat farms especially when there ready to be harvested and its all tall.

Soon enough who you thought was Freya comes along with a baby dragon.

"Looks like we have a guest. Y/n? Right?"

"Yeah?"

"Im Freyr. Freyas brother."

"Oh. Nice to meet you."

He took a seat without a care, commented on the sky and got to chatting right away, the baby dragon coming into your lap to play

"Ready for the big day?"

"No."

"Eh. No one ever is."

"I dont want to marry him." Y/n complained, "not now."

"Well then dont." Freyr spoke, "its that easy isnt it?"

"Unfortunately not." Y/n responded.

"Well why not?" He asked, she shrugged.

"Just. Isnt..."

"But you do wanna marry him?"

"Well. No."

"You said not now."

"I can see why Freya is the one that does all the talking,"

"Ooo, ouch." He hissed, "Someone got a little defensive."

"Is there a point? To your madness?"

"Theres always a point to madness is there not? Madness is what makes the world move forward."

"You are confusing."

"Thanks." He smiled settling down in the wheat, his body relaxed with the sun casting down on him, "lay back would you? Your blocking the sun."

Y/n sighed and scooted over allowing the sun to hit him, she just stared at him.

"You gonna ask me a question? Or ya gonna sit there and stare? I know Im beautiful."

Y/n sighed, "what happens if I do love him? I do marry him? My mother wins..."

"Ah yes. I hate her just as much as you do."

"You do?"

"Mhm. My sister and her got into it. While back." Freyr explained, "she hurt her is all I can say. Nasty blow out really."

"So I let her win?"

"From what I know of her she likes control, your out here. Sitting in a feild with another man. And a dragon." Freyr explained turning on his side, "has Týr expressed anything he likes about you to you? I know he has to Freya. Its yap yap yap since the moment he saw you. Yap Y/n Yap Y/n. Did you know Y/n draws? Yap yap yap. Just like that."

Y/n chuckled, the baby dragon gumming on her hand: "I suppose he does like that Im me...without my mother."

"Hm." Freyr hummed, "your mothers miserable anyways. Fuck it, do what you want. What makes you happy."

Y/n hummed in thought, "cheese sounds like it, it would make me happy right now."

Freyr looked at her, "that does sound good."

And thats how you became friends with Freyer, eating cheese outside the meed hall.

Your laughing with him, talking about things: life

Hes talking about his home realm, the beauty of it even inviting you to come

"Hey maybe you'll come on Honeymoon"

"Oh please."

You guys talk until night has long ago fallen.

So late that you hand over the dragon to him because it fell asleep when you part diffrent ways.

You return back to your room being quiet as possible, your sure everyones asleep at this hour.

Týr had fallen asleep with a book in your shared bed

You were quick to change into your bedware, quietly at that too, doesnt help you tripped over your own shoes

You grabbed the book from the bed and marked it for him putting it off to the side as he had many times for her.

Then carefully climbed over him, to find yourself a spot beside him before falling asleep.

#x reader #gow:ragnarok x reader #gow: ragnarok #gow tyr #gow thor #gow x reader #gow headcanons #týr #týr x reader #god of war: ragnarok #god of war: ragnarok x reader #god of war: ragnarok headcanons #platonic thor

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armins-main-hoe · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugo X Diva!reader au. Pt.2 here

I’ve yet to see a fic like this so I’m taking it into my own hands and writing my own.

edit: There is some swearing in here. It’s also quite long but I might do a part 2.

Katsuki Bakugo X diva!reader au.

You knew Katsuki since you were kids. His mum and yours were friends meaning that you often met up with him. As kids, the two of you got on well enough to play with each other. Usually with you playing the ‘Princess’ and him the ‘Heroic Knight’ who would save you. Though as you grew up, his pride and temper grew and your sense of style, attitude and mindset changed. The two of you no longer could get along. Whenever your mother and his would meet and, unfortunately, drag you two along, there would be squabbles and shouts to be heard.

“Can’t believe you walked out of the house looking like that today.”

“HAH? Says the one caked in makeup.”

“You son of a- “

“you plastic bit-“

This only ends with your mothers shushing you and cutting the get together short.

You didn’t go to the same school, which was a relief to both. That was until UA. The shock on both of your faces when you saw each other in 1a was incredible.

When first year at UA started. The whole of 1a quickly caught on that Bakugo had a hot head. Though he had a strong temper, they all did not underestimate his strength.

To the class, you seemed like a bitch. Judging anyone and everyone constantly, only caring about your own looks and feelings, not caring at all about school. While Bakugo somehow managed to make a few friends, you couldn’t make any until further into the year when your attitude changed towards your classmates with the help of Mina.

Despite now going to the same school, you both didn’t talk to each other at all unless it was absolutely necessary.

You once spoke to him when he burnt a part of your hero costume in a training exercise. It did not end well. The two of you where partnered up for just one task, as usual, Katsuki went ahead and took the lead. Told you to sit down and watch him while he attacks.

You rolled your eyes at him. Yes, you seemed as if you didn’t take training seriously enough since you were too busy with your hair or if you looked good enough, however, even you cared enough to keep your grades up. There was a reason for why you applied for this course anyway. That meant that you would not let him do all the work. You like attention too. With no communication or idea of a coordinated plan, the two of you followed ur own ideas and went to attack the dummy villain.

With delicate ease, you were about to get ur hands on the dummy, at the same time, so was Katsuki, he didn’t see you until was too late and so did you. The two of you collided and his explosion that was meant for the dummy, landed on you. This caused the fabric on your costume to burn and nasty looking holes to appear. He ruined your hero costume. How dare he.

The dummy long forgotten, the two of you started to fight each other.

“You are so FUCKING dramatic. It’s not like you were a super model before anyway!”

“You and your HORRENDOUS hair have no right to talk about being a super model!”

“I don’t want to be a dumb model. I’m here to become number 1!!”

“As if they would ever let a pig like you become number 1.”

Aizawa had to step in and stop you both. The two of you failed that training session.

At the time of the USJ incident happened, you got consumed by fear of there being actual villains in the area that you really could not think of what to do. You came across one villain and knew you had to fight against that villain. Your quirk allowed you to easily escape if you wanted to but you knew that if you left, this villain would simply go and find another classmate. While you did not get along too well with most of your classmates, Mina being an exception, you cared enough to fight the villain so no one else has to. Though because of your fear, you kept making many mistakes during the fight, proving you still have quite a lot to improve on. Thats when he came, with his loud explosions propelling him forwards and to the villain. You weren’t hurt that bad but you did have a few cuts and bruises, had he not arrived when he did, you believe that you would have been injured far worse.

Once the villain was unconscious and on the floor, he told you to “fucking get out of the way” and go “back to the other extras”. That time you didn’t reply with another witty remark. Kirishima, who also was with Katsuki, did ask you for any injuries and said that you should join them both since it would be better to stay as a group. You simply nodded, words of agreement dying at your tongue, making it hard to get any words out.

Katsuki noticed this unusual behaviour from you but did not say anything about it. He’d only glance at you every now and then to make sure you didn’t get left behind anywhere.

When sports day came around, you made it through all the way to the one vs one matches. You even got the chance to fight Katsuki himself. The two of you were delighted to be against each other. Finally you could beat the other up without anyone getting in the way.

The match between you two seemed to go on for ages, in the end it was a test for who had the best stamina. Too bad your quirk gave out on you and you ended up dealing with some serious side effects of over using your quirk. This meant Katsuki Bakugo won. You did not like this. No, you wanted to keep fighting, you wanted that shitty grin wiped off his face.

However, as you were walked off the stage, Katsuki admitted to himself that he kinda like fighting with you. You gave it your all and victory never tasted sweeter. He felt the muscles in his hands cramp up but he couldn’t care, he felt too good winning against you. Though that feeling of sweet victory soon went away quickly after his match with Todoroki.

You watched him as he came first in the sports festival. You watched him struggle and shout. You suppose that this passion to come out as the best is admirable but surely his behaviour right now is a bit overboard. You and everybody else knew that he wanted Todoroki to fight him just as you did. Perhaps you set his expectations a little to high. Though his fight with that gravity girl was quite intense too.

It doesn’t matter what he felt, in the end you lost to him and that made you feel this horrible burn in your stomach. You wanted to win. You wanted to come out as top. How come you weren’t good enough?

Well perhaps you were putting more time into your physical appearance than your education but that doesn’t mean you weren’t putting any effort at all. You looked down at your nails, you remember doing them yesterday which was also when you could have been getting some last minute training in.

Oh but your nails look pretty though.

You ended up admiring your nails and how much more you have improved in your nail art.

That ugly burn in your stomach died down a bit. Though as soon as you went home, your family members were praising Katsuki more than acknowledging the fact that you gave it your all too. Your younger siblings looked at him on the screen in awe as they watched his matches.

Your eye twitched as jealousy rushed through your veins. He is not even here yet he has everyone’s attention on him. It should be you. Not him.

But it always was him. Even when you were younger, the ride home after visiting his place was full of praises for him. He was not even there to hear the praises so what was the point? You were there though yet they had nothing to say about you. All you got was a compliment for how you looked that day.

That was all you ever got compliments and praises for but you will take what you will get, even if those compliments slowly stopped after a while and you had to ask them to say something about how you looked. While everyone else around you thought that you were just another girl who is obsessed with clothes and makeup, your physical appearance meant so much more to you. To you, it made you feel like you weren’t so worthless. It gave you reassurance that while others may be better than you, may be more worthy than you, you at least have a pretty face.

That day, after the sports festival, you couldn’t stand to sit and listen to your family’s praise for Katsuki anymore. Escaping to your room, you started to redo your nails. You needed something to distract yourself. Something to feel proud of.

You later found yourself with an opportunity to get some hero experience while training under a pro hero. Considering how you did not even make it to the top three, receiving that opportunity had you jumping around your room. You went and told all your family members about it and you never felt more seen than you did at that moment. You saw your parents smile and praise you. Not Katsuki. Not your friends. You.

Of course you had to have some bad luck when something so lucky happens. You see, you got to work with Best jeanist, the number 4 pro hero. That wasn’t the unlucky part, its the fact that Katsuki was also there. Seeing him there reminded you of when you first saw him in 1A.

“The fuck are you doing here?” He asked you.

‘I could ask you the same thing.”

“I asked first.”

“Okay. I don’t care.”

That lead to another argument between you both. It was only when best jeanist walked in that made you both shut up. During that first day, you and Katsuki went on and on with the insults, you mainly teasing him about the jeans and his hair. Putting the insults aside, you found yourself enjoying being around him. Yes, he called you rude names but he has been for years now and it isn’t like you call him anything that nice either. You noticed how he would wait for you, caught you when you tripped but immediately let go of you when you made eye contact with him. You saw him try to talk to kids and fail horribly. He saw you trying to act as if you are perfectly fine with new addition of jeans to your hero costume. He saw you look into every reflective window to see if you really did look decent with the jeans on. He saw you genuinely smile while talking to himself and Best Jeanist.

Jeanist, however, could only see your weak points and where you have to improve. He knew that the two of you were quite strong already, he knew that if Katsuki had not been your first opponent in the sports festival then you stood a chance of coming second place. Yet he did not like either of your attitudes. One of you was far too obsessed with becoming number 1 and the other doesn’t seem to care at all. Best Jeanist definitely had his work cut for him with you two.

While on the way back home you both had to take the train together. (I can’t remember if they stayed with the pro hero’s agency for the night or if they went home and came back the next day so just go along with it.) While waiting for the train at the station, you looked at him. His hair was still in the neat, clean hairstyle that Best Jeanist forced it into. Not that you would admit it out loud but you thought he looked cute with his hair like that. You could tell the hair was irritating Katsuki quite a lot. You debated on whether or not you should help him out. It’s not like he would say thank you but you have wondered if his hair is soft or rough from lack of care. So you decided to take your chance.

“Hey Katsuki, look at me.”

“Ew, why would want to look at-”

You moved your fingers through his hair, gently pulling it out of the style it was forced into. To your surprise, it seemed like the livid boy does take care of his hair since though it was not silky, it was very soft to touch. Whats even more surprising, is that he let you fix his hair. You could feel his red eyes on you the whole 3 minutes that it took to make his hair back into the spiky mess it had always been. As if he was studying your face like he hadn’t been seeing it for the last 11 years.

“Finally, your hair looks horrendous again. Honestly though, I don’t even know how you can go around looking like- ” You say as you smile at your work.

“Who said you could call me Katsuki?”

You were a little taken back by his question.

“I’ve always called you Katsuki since we were 4. Besides you call me by my first name too sometimes. Okay maybe it more rare than sometimes since you do call me ‘cake face’ or ‘plastic bitch’ most of the time even though I have had 0 plastic surgery whatsoever!”

He ‘tsk’ed and looked the other way. Though kept your eyes on him and did not fail to see his ears burn red. No way, is he blushing?

“My hair services don’t go free of charge, Katsuki.”

“Fuck you.”

#anime #mha bakugou #help lol #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fanart #bnha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugo katsuki #bakugou imagine #my hero acedamia #mha quirks

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marleyybluu · 2 years

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no warnings, just fluff and Rio being a cute dad

word count: 741

Another short one cus, idk just cus.

It'd been a long and yet short three months of pure parental bliss. As first-time parents, YN and Rio enjoyed every little thing, the little noises the baby made, the small grin he'd give when he was sleeping, that tiny nose twitching whenever he yawned. He smelt so good all the time it was hard to put him down and neither of them wanted to do that anyway.

He was getting chubby on the account of always being attached to his mother's boobs but they loved every roll that appeared. He was an angel.

YN enjoyed watching him just as much as she enjoyed watching Rio be a father, he was way more attentive than usual when it came to her and the baby, she thought he was caring when she was carrying but it broke the scale once Marcus got here. She couldn't even count how many pictures she took a day of them together.

She especially loved when he had the baby wrapped around him, protected in a scarf-like material that was tightly tied around Rio's torso and shoulders, the baby sat in there almost all day, resting that tiny head against his father's chest, Rio had been doing it since Marcus was about three weeks and something about it made YN melt.

The doctor told them she had to wait six weeks to start having sex again but after pushing out a whole human YN was fine with going longer than six weeks, she could've gone the rest of her life without doing it again but whenever he walked into a room with that bundle of love attached to him, she sighed ready to give him as many as he wanted.

YN laid on the couch watching The Office for maybe the thousandth time while Rio was probably in the kitchen looking for a snack. He caught her attention when he came inside the living room sitting down next to her.

She was no longer focused on her show and was now lingering on her husband. His muscles flexed as he opened the bottle of water, she sighed staring at his scattered tattoos as if it was the first time she'd ever seen them— she squirmed seeing the one with her name, that was her favourite for obvious reasons, he had expressed that soon Marcus' name would be joining hers.

Rio smiled feeling her gaze on him. He slowly turned and tilted his head to the side, his eyelids hung low, and his tongue dragged across his bottom lip sending her a small wink. She giggled like a schoolgirl around her crush hiding behind her hands. He scooted closer to her picking up her legs to rest them on top of his. Her body tingled when he began to caress her smooth legs.

"Something you wanna say?" He asked. She smiled. "I love you"

"Mm, I love you more baby."

YN sat up crawling over to him, she dug her knees into the couch cushion to lean over getting a better look at the sleeping baby that lay on his chest, soft snores left those little lips and tugged at his mother's heart, he looked so at peace. "I'm so happy." She whispered.

Rio planted a sweet kiss on YN's head. "Me too."

"Look at the little hair on his head. His nose is so small. How is he so small?" She babbled. Rio chuckled softly at her. She looked up meeting his gaze.

YN gently placed her hands under his jawline pressing her lips on his, he would never hesitate to kiss her back smiling in between like the smitten son of a bitch he is.

"So, I've been thinking." She said between smooches. "About?"

She giggled pulling away. "What if we went out this weekend? Just you and I."

He raised his eyebrows, he was intrigued by the offer. It's obviously been a while since the two had some alone time and he was more than ready to get back to the inappropriate activities that their parent-free life used to have. "I can call my mom, you know she's always dying to see this kid."

Rio thought about it, maybe a bit too long, he was starting to convince himself that they didn't need the little break. YN could read his face and lean closer. "Come on, we'll make another one." She mumbled against his lips. His ears perked up at that offer.

"Okay, call her."

#rio x black!reader #rio x black!character #rio x poc! reader #rio x poc!character #rio #goodgirls #rio fanfic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #good girls rio #rio good girls #fluff

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hag-lad · 2 months

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RANKED: MY TOP TEN FAVORITE NANDAMURI TARAKA RAMA RAO JR LOOKS

Us Jr NTR fans are blessed to have quite the chameleon oosaravelli as our fave, because there are so many glorious looks to keep us entertained over his illustrious 30-film career. It was SO GODDAM HARD to choose just ten, but here they are! Gun to my head! His ten finest looks!

10. Krishna's pink shirt in Brindavanam

I remember when these "fcuk" shirts were all the rage, but nobody ever wore it quite like Krishna! He looks sooooo good in pink! What a little hottie. With the earrings too?!!?! Goddam it. Just. Goddam this man.

9. Kusa's mullet for Doschestha

Styling wise, I feel nothing towards this, except maybe a spark of delight to see Tarak in pink yet again. But look, Kusa does not know how to dress, and I love that for him. This look is all about THE HAIR!!!! We never see Tarak with hair this long, but it's so fucking GOOD!!!!!! The little ponytail!!!!!!!! How could one not fall in love?!

8. Simhadri's fishnet vest for Chinnadamme Cheekulu

Oh go OFF, King!!!!!!!! Look at the sheer, unfiltered ATTITUDE he's serving! Absolutely no one on Earth looks good in light-dark wash jeans (the true blight of the 2000's) but this son of a bitch pulls it off!!!! How does he do it?!

7. Munna's saffron headband in Andhrawala

Okay, so conceptually, this is the same thing as Simhadri (headband, open shirt, slutty vest, jeans) but I prefer these colors! I also prefer Munna's facial hair; it's a little more grown out, and I love Tarak most when he is FURRY. And FAT! I think Munna's got a couple pounds on Simhadri? Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't care. I love them both so much.

6. Jai's Swing Zara ensemble in Jai Lava Kusa

God, Jai is such a fucking peacock, isn't he? A total queen, the last of the old school gays. I have so much respect for his drip. Jai would never, ever, in a million years, let mortal eyes witness him looking anything less than spectacular. His beard is groomed, his hair is moussed, every stitch of clothing on his body is tailored and professionally pressed, and you know what? I think that goes for his underwear too. Or idk, maybe he's freeballin' it. He can do whatever he wants, quite frankly.

5. Tarak's Academy Awards ensemble

Who on earth would dare deny how positively GORGEOUS Tarak looked on this night!? Head to toe, so exquisite, so dashing. The bejeweled tiger! The rich black velvet! The eye makeup! The natural hair! Everything to love.

4. Tony's baby face in Oosaravelli

I want to just grab his widdol cheeks and squish them!!! He looks like an angel! A cherub!!!! This is so obviously the cutest Tarak has ever looked, but he's still so fucking sexy and alluring??!?! HOW DOES HE DO IT???!!?!! I also love that liiiiiitle bit of edge he's giving with the earrings and the neck tattoo... even if it is just his own name, lmfao.

3. Ramakrishna's tank top in Rakhee

Look at this fucking BEAR!!!!!!!! I'm not gonna sugarcoat this, kids. Ramakrishna is fluffy and hot and sweaty and I bet he smells salty and I want to HUFF him so fucking bad. The lil beads of sweat take me out, god I love how raw and sexy and manly he is. Absolute HUNK, I fucking cannot say it any other way. This is a gay pornstar. I beat my meat.

2. Young Yama in Yamadonga

Oh COME ONNNN!!!! THIS is how His Majesty Nandamuri Taraka Rama Rao Jr. was meant to walk the earth: Clad in gold, dripping with jewels, eyeliner on fleek (or, as my mother would say, "on flique") just taking up ALL THE SPACE and commanding ALL THE ATTENTION. He wears regality so very well, so naturally, I become a bootlicking monarchist just looking at him!!! Drag me to hell, Young Yama!!!

1. Komuram Bheem's langoti in RRR.

Hey, you knew Bheema had to be number one!!!! I've never seen a human being look hotter than this, this is just PEAK. The body hair!!!! The nosering!!!!! The muscles!!!!!! He is fucking CUT, Tarak had to work so goddam hard for so long to look like this, I genuinely hope he never does anything like this again, but MY GOD the art is worth it. Shoutout to Rajamouli for not whitewashing him so we could behold the beauty and majesty of his real skin color!!!!! With his natural hair too!!?!?!? SEXIEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED, case closed, no argument, go home, we're done. Bheem is hot. Ram's a lucky man.

#oh goddam it i posted this to main instead of the tollywood sideblog lmfao #oh well #indian cinema fanboy things

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angel-gone-south · 9 months

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Leopold “Butters” Stotch/Masc!Reader:

Graveyard Ghoulie

cw: smoking

lfg vampire butters au

【☆】★【☆】

You sighed as Henrietta ranted along about how stupid her mother was. You thought her mother was sweet, why was Hen so fucking rude? You pushed your way off the side of the building you leaned on, stomping out your cigarette butt as you left. Michael called after your fleeting form leaving school.

But you were done. You were goth, but they were just assholes.

【☆】★【☆】

And so the next day you sat in the cafeteria, nursing an iced coffee as you people watched.

You were content to be by yourself, until you noticed you were at the table former goth Stan Marsh hung with his friends. You rolled your eyes. He wouldn’t make you move.

“Hey! There’s a bitch at our table!” You recognized that voice anywhere, and rolled your eyes. The stupid, fat kid that made you play fantasy and superheroes in the fifth grade. You had nothing against him. He could be a real loyal guy sometimes.

“Yea, fatass, you!” The ever snippity, know-it-all Kyle fucking Broflovski. You half considered moving, until plopped down right in front of you two heaven-sent angels.

“Hey, you haven’t hung with us in a while! Get sick of lung cancer and being a shithead?” Kenny McCormick. Your lips twitched upwards in the corners.

“Maybe a little. Or maybe I just missed looking at the couple so sweet I could rival Scott’s diabetes.” Kenny’s boyfriend, Angel, giggled at that.

“So what’s up? I’m a little concerned. You’ve hung with the goth kids for years now.” Angel’s brow furrowed.

“I got sick of them being so fucking down all the time. If I’m gonna be a non conformist, I wanna do it my own way.” You took a long sip of your coffee.

“That makes sense!” You choked a little. When did Butters sit down next to Kenny?

“Uh, yeah. Hey, Leo.” He grinned happily.

“Hi! I missed you lots, you know!” Your eyes danced over him. He was a vamp kid, so the goths would throw a riot if they knew you were with him (not that you cared anymore).

“Nice look, Leo.” He grinned bashfully.

“Aw, shucks, ‘s not much.” But it was. Kandi bracelets, painted nails, the dramatic eyeliner, the chokers and chains and ripped jeans- and the dyed hair with blonde roots. You were alternative/goth. You knew how hard that shit was to maintain.

“I mean it dude.”

“You look good too…”

Safe to say, you enjoyed yourself that day. Something you hadn’t done for a while.

【☆】★【☆】

That night was a different story. You were creeping in the graveyard- I mean, you were just hanging out, but the word creeping fit your vibes more.

You relaxed against a tombstone, the name rubbed off and dates barely legible. You hummed a tune, thanking the dead for giving you rest among them.

It did not last.

Mist settled over the graveyard. A chilly wind whispered through the leaves. How cliché.

You chuckled, standing and cracking your back- and a hand clamped over your mouth, another on your waist.

“You smell real good.”

【☆】★【☆】

#south park x y/n #south park #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #south park x you #butters stotch #sp butters #sp butters stotch #vampire butters #vamp kids #vamp kid butters #butters x reader #butters x you #butters stotch x reader #butters stotch x y/n #butters stotch x you #➳ Mail’s In!♡

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU.

pairings — pirate! hanma shuji x fem!reader.

genre — fluff, medium angst.

warnings — reader is the older sister of hinata and naoto, v*olence, pirate things, a bit of m*sogyny, soft s*x, c*rruption k*nk, enemies to lovers ish, plot twist at the end, a 5 year old kid and a 8 months old baby make an appearance, family problems, d*ddy issues, a br*astfeeding scene.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

word counting — 9.1k

notes — eheheh it's finally here !!! it wasn't supposed to be this long, but i guess old habits die hard. also, the ending is kind linked to my other shuji's works, so give a look at my masterlist if you hadn't read them!!! also, this is a respost, since this app have something against me lmao.

my taglist form can be found at my nav !!

he thought kidnapping one of his worst enemies' daughter was a good idea.

but if captain shuji hanma knew how much of a brat you, lady y/n tachibana, would be, he would've killed your father in the spotlight instead of seeking revenge on him.

maybe he was even helping the high commander of the king's army by kidnapping you — your groans and sighs and short words were insufferable, but he couldn't just return you to your family. he wanted your father to suffer, your siblings and mother to weep over the thought of never seeing you again.

he wanted to destroy the tachibana family, and if that meant needing to deal with you, he would endure your bratty ways.

but your bitching was so, so infuriating. he wanted to put a tape on your mouth and never hear your voice ever again. it was irritating, and it made him want to pull his hair out of his scalp whenever you directed your attention to him — but what annoyed him the most was when you weren’t talking to him, using your sweet words to lure either keisuke or kazutora to pay attention to you instead of doing their work in the ship.

you were a siren, a siren surrounded by men ready to fall for her voice and trap.

tetta advised him to kidnap your younger sister, hinata, but shuji knew it was only because of his infatuation to the youngest tachibana lady — in a time that his family was favored by the king, you, him and your sister were childhood friends. but hanma knew that the middle child wasn’t as treasured as the oldest one or the heir, in case you and naoto. but he couldn’t kidnap the heir, too, since your brother had the best guards around his room.

you were the best choice, even though you trashed and squirmed around his hold when he was tying up the ropes around your flimsy nightgown and waiting for chifuyu to take some lady things from your dressing table. hanma shuji could be a kidnapper, a murderer and a thief, but he knew that nobody in his crew had womanly clothes or whatever ladies like to use to pamper themselves.

but if he knew you would look as amazing as you did wearing an old shirt that belonged to chifuyu, a red long skirt and your hair loose, without all the pompous hairstyles the ladies in the land were using, while flirting with his quartermaster, kazutora hanemiya, he would’ve kidnapped your brother.

“oi, kazutora!” his screamed for his mate, almost hearing the twitch in tetta’s eye by being interrupted by his captain while he was trying to discuss plans. “could you assist baji in sailing? i don’t think the winds are good today.”

he could hear, too, the roll of your eyes and pout, but if he needed to watch kazutora almost drooling at the sight of your tits, he would’ve more blood on his hands than necessary.

“yes, captain!” he heard kazutora screaming back, watching him placing a kiss on your knuckles before running to where keisuke was. he needed to stop having such thoughts about you, but it seemed that your spell managed to hit him, too. hanma would die before admitting that he wanted to be the one you flirted with, because he knew the extent of your hatred towards him. and the captain couldn’t do much, because you were right.

he was the one who took you away from your family and the luxurious life you had.

“you are hopeless.” he heard kisaki muttering, but his eyes were still glued to your form. you were now looking at the ocean, probably wondering how many miles away you were from land, and if your father’s men were now searching for you. hanma made sure that lord tachibana knew it was him who kidnapped his precious daughter, the future wife of lord wakasa. were you happy that he took you from the miserable life of marrying a man ten years older than you, that preferred to have whores at his side than a wife?

he gave his first mate one of his signature smiles. “what? don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for lady y/n.” shuji teased, knowing how much tetta wished it was your sister there rather than you.

“you know very well lady hinata was the best choice.”

“for who, my dear tetta? you or my vengeance?” shuji didn’t wait for the younger man to answer, starting to walk in your direction. plans would be discussed at dinner, while you were in your room sulking and not just a few meters away from where the captain and his second in command were. hanma knew you weren’t dumb, and when you were retrieved to the land, you shouldn’t know anything about his plans.

he was the most feared pirate of the seven seas, after all.

—

you only wished for a few moments of peace, after all, but capitan shuji hanma would never let you have it. “sunshine!” you heard his voice and you instinctively rolled your eyes — it was almost natural for you to rest that way whenever he was close, but hanma didn't to be bothered by your reactions.

“captain.” you said back, eyes trained in the horizon line.

you wondered if your father, or even lord wakasa, sent their man to search for you in the sea — you doubt it, of course, since lord wakasa seemed to want to marry any whore but not you, and the fact that you were your father's least favorite child. you didn't resent your siblings, not at all, but in more nights than you could count you went to sleep with wet cheeks, praying that any god who was willing to listen to you, to make your father look down with the same gentle eyes he did to hinata and naoto.

you felt his presence on your back, his arms caging you between his sturdy chest and the wood of his ship, your eyes now observing his hands — how sin and punishment were beautifully written in black ink, mixed with the pale green of his veins and the bloody red of his knuckles. you wondered if his hands seemed to be as warm as they looked to be, and you dreaded yourself for having such thoughts.

shuji hanma was everything that you shouldn't desire, yet, he was the embodiment of everything you ever wanted.

but you know what you were to him. you knew that all the flirtatious words, the subtle touches and the winks during dinner time were just a part of his revenge against your father. maybe he just wanted to be the first man you laid with and break your heart, and then return you to your family — as a disgrace.

your father would probably be overjoyed about such news, but you wouldn't be the one telling him that it would be better if he had kidnapped hinata.

“today we’ll stop at a city.” the news didn’t make you excited. you wouldn’t leave the ship, of course. you may have more freedom than the prisoners that your father dealt with, not needing to use chains or ropes around your body, being able to walk around freely in the ship’s deck, but you were still one — your chains were invisible, but you could feel them around your body. “i’ll give the boys a free night. they deserve it, don’t you think?” you only nodded, trying not to flush because of the way his lips touched your neck when he told you the news. “we’ll have the ship all for ourselves.”

that made you nervous.

what should you expect from that? hanma had always been as respectful as he could be, but he was always under the watchful eye of tetta kisaki, a boy you knew from childhood until your father discovered his parents to be traitors of the crown. king shinichiro and his queen were always kinder than they should've been, and you remembered how your mother rushed into your room in tears to announce the news for you and hinata — how kisaki’s parents died in a carriage accident, and the boy was nowhere to be found. it was a surprise to find him as one of your kidnappers, but you could understand why he wanted revenge on your family.

but he seemed to keep hanma in his shoes, and spending a whole night without him on the ship made you nervous.

“aren’t you happy, sunshine?” he asked, putting emphasis on his nickname for you. it used to bother you a lot when you first found yourself inside his ship, but it now brought uninvited butterflies to your stomach. you hoped they could all die with the acid you knew was inside you, but they seemed to revive every time the captain got closer to you. “because i am.” he finished with a kiss to your right cheek, getting away from you with a happy trot, shouting orders to his subordinates.

you didn’t dare look back to see his reactions, cheeks in flames as if he was prometheus and you were the first human to discover fire.

you should not, and you would not, fall in love with him.

—

night time arrived quicker than you would like, and it was quieter than normal, too.

you thought that at least one of the boys would be staying. tetta, probably, since you were aware that he didn’t enjoy “mundane” things, such as drinking his ass off and returning to a tavern with a whore hanging by his arm. he never expressed such out loud, but by the way he asked about your little sister was proof enough that he harboured some feelings for her — you would’ve found that cute, but she was already betrothed to lord takemichi, and they were pretty much in love. you envied her in such a way. lord wakasa never batted an eye at you when your father and him were discussing your marriage, and never answered any of the letters you sent him in the beginning.

you sighed, passing a hand on your face to get rid of such thoughts.

since no one was in the ship besides you and its captain, you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to lock yourself in your room and only go out when you heard more voices. shuji had the key to your chambers — which used to belong to him, once — and he could enter the room as he liked. and you were hungry, too, and you heard kazutora saying he brought fresh bread and some vegetables from his first trip to the land. the captain wasn’t the best cook, but it was better than nothing.

you found yourself making your way to the main deck, wearing only the nightgown they stole from your belongings, and a red blanket over your shoulders to protect your modesty and from preventing the wind from making you cold. it was some minutes past dinner time, and you found hanma exactly where you thought he was going to be — putting the table for both you, hair in a messy ponytail and wearing just plain clothing.

“oh, so the princess finally decided to join me?” he asked in a mocking tone, and you were surprised at how quickly he managed to sense your presence. you knew he was the best pirate in the seven seas, hearing stories about how him and his ship always meant doom whenever they stopped at — but you never thought he would have supernatural abilities too.

you scoffed. “i am no princess.” you stated, sitting comfortably in one of the two chairs the captain put on display. normally the table would be filled with chairs and laughter and hungry hands in search for food, but tonight it was only you two. it made everything seem more domestic, in a way, and you didn’t know if you liked it or not.

he smirked, putting the food he cooked on the table. it seemed to be a soup of vegetables and meat, and it had a good scent coming from it. “you’re far more beautiful than princess emma, after all.”

you cursed yourself for blushing from his words. “did you ever saw her to be speaking such nonsense?” you weren’t as close with the princess as your sister was, but she was kind enough to always spare some kind words in your direction and gift you with the most beautiful jewels and gowns you ever wore — sometimes you even missed them, but your time in the ship made you noticed how heavy they were, both physically and mentally.

“of course.” he replied while you handed him your plate, watching as the soup filled the stolen ceramic from your house. it wasn’t just you who were stolen — the boys made sure to ravage your family’s state, bringing all kinds of objects, such as ceramics to gold, so they could sell whenever they stopped in a city. “you’re way more beautiful than her, i can assure you.” he winked in your direction, sitting at the end of the table, in your diagonal.

“you are lying.” it was only what you could say before shoving his soup in your mouth, ending the matter.

hanma chuckled seeing your flustered state, eating calmly in comparison with you. “only if you could see yourself with my eyes, y/n.” you knew he only used your name when he was speaking seriously, and you averted your eyes to your food, not being able to hold the intensity of his gaze. it was the first time you were truly alone with him, without any of the boys surrounding you — without hanma being a captain, without the authority that always followed him like a lost puppy. he seemed different somehow, as if the light of the candle in the table and of the moon had a different effect on him.

you decided to say nothing, earning a chuckle in return, and you both finished eating in silence.

you helped the captain to clean the table, still getting used to performing household chores. as the daughter of a duke, you never needed to do anything, always with servants gushing over you and treating you as if you were made of glass — your time as a prisoner made you realize that you were stronger than you believed yourself to be, enjoying doing mundane tasks such as combing your own hair and helping the boys to make the meals.

after everything was cleaned, you found yourself sat again facing the captain of the valhalla ship, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and a set of cards on the table. “do you play?” he asked, his voice an octave lower, as if he was offering you the apple that eve ate.

you just shook your head. your father would never allow you to learn such an activity — it was only for the men, he used to say.

“do you want to learn? i’m not just the best captain of the seven seas, no. i’m also their best glamber.” you giggled at his dramatic ways, and shuji smiled at you — it was the first sincere smile he ever gave you, and you almost said he should smile more. it suited him, it made him look the age he was.

but his smile was pretty as a devil’s one should be.

“i do.” you answered, and his smile grew wider. he always noticed how you would look at him and the boys whenever they were playing, and shuji wondered if someday you would break the ladylike shell society made you grow around yourself.

maybe today was that day, after all.

it was almost like the devils were rolling their dice now, trying to pinpoint exactly when you would give up and give yourself to the man in front of you, while the angels rolled their eyes, knowing they lost another pure soul to the temptations of one of the devil’s spawn.

—

something changed in your relationship with the captain after that night when he taught you how to play cards, but you couldn't pinpoint what.

it seemed that you were more open to his touching, more open to his flirting — you found yourself spending all your "free" time on his company, his hands always in the small of your back or around your shoulders, as if he was claiming you as his to all the other boys in the ship. it was almost pleasant having someone wanting you that much, so pleasant that you even forgot that he was probably doing that just to return you back to your father not as a maiden anymore, pregnant with his bastard child and an empty promise of seeing him again.

but even if he did that, you couldn't care less.

shuji treated you as if you were the most precious gem he ever saw, and it was good — good to be wanted, good to be cared for, good to be heard. it was as if you became the queen of the ship, all the boys knowing that you were off limits now, and a friendship was the only thing they would be able to pursue with you. and they did, and you found on kazutora the friend you've always wanted while growing up.

you told him everything, even your feelings for hanma. it was relieving being able to tell every single thing you felt for the captain, your head resting on kazutora's lap while you poured your heart out. he only chuckled, stroking your hair. it was one of the times you managed to be without shuji trailing behind your skirts, but as soon as you heard his voice calling for you, you were on your feet, promising to kazutora that you would finish your rant after dinner.

but you never did, because you were once again in shuji's company, laughing and smiling as if you were a little girl.

besides playing cards, the captain also taught you a lot of skills you would never dream of having before — such as fishing, shooting and even what parts of he body was better to kill a man. alongside that, you also grew into the role of the only woman in the ship, sewing the boys’ clothes, making sure they were eating well and drinking water, as well as learning how to cook some things that the ship’s cook didn’t know how to.

however, as much as you liked to pretend your life was a field of fresh roses, the reality that you were just a tool for shuji to accomplish his revenge became a harsh reality.

it was a warm night the day you decided to pry in the boys’ meeting. you were forbidden to participate — even if someone never expressed such a prohibition out loud, but just the fact they did the meetings when you were sleeping was enough for you — but as a curious person, you needed to know at least something. it would be easier than sneaking into one of your father’s meetings, as you just needed to leave your room and stay hidden behind a drinking water barrel.

but you wished you had stayed there, with your imagination.

at first, they only discussed pirate things — such as what lands to invade, where it was better to stop the ship and have a peaceful night, how they would divide the gold they’ve stolen from the last stop. until a curious question popped up. “do you think you are close to accomplishing your mission, captain?” tetta was the one who asked, and you had a feeling he knew that you were listening to their chat.

you could hear the confusion on hanma’s voice, almost. “why do you ask, tetta?”

all the boys were silent, and you were sure they could hear how fast and loud your heart was beating inside your ribcage, waiting for hanma’s answer. “just wanted to know. i do not know when we will be able to stop at the kingdom again.”

“that makes sense.” shuji answered, and you clutched the fabric of your nightgown. “hopefully soon, then. i think just some more weeks until y/n open her legs for me, then we can deliver her back to her father.”

tears soon blurred your vision, and you bite down on your lip to stop the sobs that were threatening to escape your mouth. deep down, you knew that shuji would never love you like you loved him — his first love was the sea, and she would always have his heart intrinsically intertwined on her hands. you had lost that fight, and you wondered if that was something that you had chances of winning.

you tried to pretend you didn’t know anything, but it was difficult. you tried to put a bit of distance between you and him, but it wasn’t easy. hanma was always in your company, treating you as if he wasn’t just doing that so he could get revenge on your father for god’s knows why, and you needed to pretend your heart didn’t break even more every time he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. your only solace was kazutora’s friendship and the bit of peace you had at night.

your days passed like that, until you kissed him.

it wasn’t something you were expecting, only three days after you listened to the boys’ meeting. you thought he would wait a bit more to make his move on you, enjoying the gentlemanly way of “courting” you — you didn’t know his past, but it seemed that he had some influence of the aristocracy on his uprising, due the way he was treating you. it was bolder than the men you were used to, only gentle smiles and some gifts every time they visited. shuji, however, touched you freely, but always managed to have a small gift for you everyday.

though he never expected to have the same knife he gifted you pressed against his throat.

old habits die hard, but maybe he had teased you a little too much. he didn’t mean it when he called you “a spoiled papa’s little princess”, but that seemed to ignite inside you a fire he never saw before. your body was caged between his chest and the ship’s prow, wind messing your hair and eyes shining with a fierceness that seemed that you both were the most hated enemies. he wasn’t no better, with his gun pressed to your temple and a smirk on his lips — his gun wasn’t loaded, of course, but the pressure of the knife on his throat was making him pant with something he hasn’t felt in a while.

desire. luxury.

“can’t handle a bit of teasing, sunshine?” he whispered against your lips, almost touching — but he wanted you to be the first one to give in, and, by your state you were really close to finally doing something he only dreamed about. if things were different and you weren’t a lady, you would already be on his bed, legs over his shoulders and his cock buried inside your cunt.

you rolled your eyes, applying more pressure to the knife. you didn’t know what prompted you to react that way — maybe the thought of you actually not being treated amorously by your father as he hinted, or maybe the fact that it had been almost two months inside the ship and nobody went to look for you. kazutora told you that you had no ‘missing person’ poster on the streets, just a drawing of shuji labelled as a pirate and a thief. “you are insufferable.”

“but you love it.” he replied quickly and you groaned, letting the knife fall from your grip so you could cup his face between your hands and press your lips to his.

shuji didn’t hesitate a second to wrap his arms around your form, gun long forgotten on the ground alongside your knife, his hands squeezing and groping your skin, reading you as if you were a poem he wanted to memorize. the kiss was messy and desperate, as if your mouths were fighting each other, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. his taste was addicting, just like a drug, and you wondered if it wasn’t because of all the cigarettes he smoked when he was bored — but you couldn't get enough of him, and you wished the gods would make you and him become one person.

but the spell was broken as soon as shuji broke the kiss, his mouth latching itself to your neck and his leg coming between your thighs.

he had you exactly where he wanted, didn’t he? exactly where he needed to get his revenge on your father. at first, you thought you didn’t care if he managed to have what he wanted and leave you in the dirty — but now? now that your feelings for him were so much deeper and stronger than when you first had such a thought? now that you were so used to living on a ship, that you were sure you couldn’t ever be the lady of the household again?

now that you couldn’t phantom the idea of living without shuji at your side, even if you knew he didn’t love you?

you snapped from your thoughts when he bit hard on your neck, something you knew it would leave a bruise on. you weren’t as strong as him, but just a faint push from your hands made him take a few steps from you, a dejected puppy look on his face. “y/n?” he asked, voice small, as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes.

but deep down, he knew what it was.

you still had a prejudiced vision of him. you couldn’t believe that shuji was doing that because he loved you, but because of his revenge — which was the least thing inside his mind, now. what would be the best revenge for your father than making you his wife and happy at his side? not returning you pregnant to the kingdom anymore, but having you pregnant with him now, raising a small child at his side and exploring the seas.

he thought he had given you all the signs to show how serious he was about you, but maybe it wasn’t enough. would he ever be enough for you? probably not, as he was no fancy lord, but he still could dream of being happy at your side.

“i will not let you use me for your sick revenge against my father.” was what you said before you stormed off, going down to your chambers. he couldn’t follow you there, because you would never open the door for him again, and hanma never felt his heart so heavy before — was that the pain of heartbreak? it was too much, as if he had a beast inside his guts from inside out.

but how did you know he was — really was, because he had dropped such an idea as soon as he saw himself thinking about you more than he should have — trying to use you against your father? was it too obvious?

but just by looking at tetta’s eyes, he knew what happened.

he kicked the wood before him, cursing in pain, both physically and mentally. what was he supposed to do? shuji never felt such strong feelings towards someone as the one he held for you, and he was lost. he never loved someone like he loved, only used to fuck and leave the whores in their brothels, or the low-born ladies in their houses, and never thinking about them again. it was so easier before — he was a man married to the sea first, he could never allow himself to get attached to someone who could never think about living in the sea in the first place. but you were getting used to it, and he thought…

shuji really thought you were the one.

but he was the one to blame for everything, and now he didn’t know what to do to fix his own mistakes.

—

you stayed locked in your room all day.

even though your stomach was rumbling with hunger, you didn’t have the strength to leave the four walls that protected you even more from heartbreak. it was foolish and you knew that, because in some moment you would need to face the harsh reality of your foolishness, but you preferred to ignore your own health than to face shuji again.

every time you thought about leaving your room, not hearing any footsteps or voices near the room’s corridor,you heard his voice — softly pleading that you left your room, because you needed to eat and maybe you two could talk. you didn’t even need to look at him, he said after a while, just accept the food he made for you. but shuji was met with silence and the faint sound of your sobs, of course, because you didn’t know if you would ever be able to look at him again without feeling the most painful pain you ever did in your life.

it was something ugly and blue, something that you never found describe in the romance books you once read — it was tearing apart your heart in paper cuts, as if shuji was using the knife he gave you to make them on you.

you didn’t know how many hours you spent crying, or how you did manage to sleep through your tears, but you woke up hearing gunshots and screams above you. tetta and shuji, and even kazutora, always told you that you should stay in your chambers whenever they were under attack — even if that never happened in your almost six months time in the ship — but what the enemies were screaming got your attention.

“lord masato tachibana is ordering the return of all his stolen property or your head, captain hanma!”

masato tachibana was your father. were their men there to rescue you, too?

you should try your luck. you would never be able to live happily now, not after having the biggest heartbreak someone could have, but everything was better than to live seeing hanma and knowing what he wanted to do with you. maybe you could even find happiness with lord wakasa, a man that you didn’t love and could never — because he didn’t have black and blond hair and amber eyes, and his name wasn’t shuji hanma.

but it was better than to have to look at his amber eyes and know the love in them was just a lie.

the ship was shaking from the battle and from the pouring rain that was cursing such a situation, but you still managed to climb to the deck, eyes scanning the battle in front of you. the boys were fiercely fighting against your father’s men, sword against sword, sometimes a gun there. curses were being shot by both parties, and you noticed that baji was bleeding on your stomach area. even though you were worried about him, your eyes quickly scanned once more the deck, finding hanma fighting a man you knew very well who he was — one of your father's most trusted advisors, lord rintaro.

you knew it would be difficult to reach them, but you could try — what harm could happen if you treated something that was once heaven to you, for hell?

“lord rintaro!” you screamed from where you were, gaining the attention of those who were close to you. they stopped fighting, recognizing you even though you were soaking wet. “it is me, lady y/n!” you noticed how hanma froze in his place, eyes pleading for you to shut up and return to your chambers. but he didn’t have such a right anymore, not when the only thing he could think about was using you.

you rushed to where they were, trying to avoid the still fighting men as best as you could. you received a few cuts and slaps, but you didn’t care — rintato and shuji were still fighting, but it seemed like hanma had lost his spark. when your eyes first landed on him, he was fighting like you always heard him to be: skilled and dangerous, his movements always a surprise to his opponent. but now, it seemed as if he had given up, and your heart almost broke in half again seeing your father’s advisor managing to stab him on his shoulder.

shuji fell on the ground exactly when you arrived where he was. that was it, he thought, that would be the last time he would ever see you. he was ready to die — he couldn't bear the idea of you marrying a man that didn’t love like he did, bear the thought of never seeing you again. his plan had backfired, after all.

your father managed to make his life even more miserable.

“lord rintaro!” you pleaded, putting your body in front of him and the older man. “do not hurt him even more. he might have kidnapped me, but captain hanma was always kind to me.” how could you still be like that? shuji expected you to order his death as soon as you had the opportunity, but you still pleaded for his life.

but the lord just sneered. “why would i listen to a bastard’s words?” he spat, and you froze in your place, hearting falling to your stomach. what was he saying? “the captain here did a favor to lord masato, getting rid of his wife’s bastard and, for that, he asked me to give him a peaceful death.”

that couldn't be true, could it? lord rintaro was just making up lies, lies for making it easier for you the fact that your father didn’t want you back — but, if you thought about your childhood and the way your father treated you, it made sense. you didn’t look like him or even like your mother, like naoto and hinata, and she always said that you resembled your great-grandmother. you never paid much attention to that, because not looking like them never bothered you, but your siblings were always more loved than you, by both parents. you didn't have the prestige an older sister was supposed to have in your family, such things always destined to hinata, and your needs were always pushed back. even your marriage proposal was something chosen to humiliate you.

you never tried to understand why, but it now made sense. your whole life was a lie, and you didn’t know what hurt the most — the fact that your family wasn’t your family, or the fact that you weren’t loved by your parents because of something that wasn’t your fault.

while you dwelled in your thoughts, you didn’t notice lord rintaro taking his gun from his belt, only noticing the gravity of the situation when its barrel was pressed against your forehead. “we were never here to rescue you, foolish woman.” he explained, a sinister smile on his face. the rain made it difficult for you to hear or see what was happening around you, but at least you would die surrounded by people that cared for you. “i will be granted with the highest honors by killing such a disgrace as you. he gave you a sinister smile. “or i can make you my personal whore, what do you think, captain?” he put pressure on the gun’s barrel, the act bringing you back to reality once more.

you whimpered, closing your eyes, accepting your death with open arms — it was the best option. what was there for you to have now? you didn’t have a family anymore, the man you loved only wanted to use you as a tool, and now you weren’t even useful to him.

maybe it was better to die.

you heard a gunshot and you opened your eyes, seeing the blood coming from rintaro’s head. you burst into tears, shuji’s arms around your form as soon as the first tear fell down your cheeks, his voice screaming instructions to his men. you just stood there, limp around his warmth, feeling his blood staining your blouse until he held your face between his hands.

shuji’s heart broke even more seeing the emptiness of your eyes. but before he could say anything to soothe your pain, your hands gripped his forearms. “you are hurt.” it’s what you said, tugging him to follow you.

and he did, not before spatting at the man you called rintaro.

—

shuji didn't know how you managed to bring him to your chambers, with all the fighting still going up on the deck. he ordered the boys to kill every single one of your father's men and then take everything of value from their ship, before sinking it. everyone was up and well, despite some blood stains his eyes managed to see through the pouring rain.

it was almost like he blinked and he was inside the safety of the room that once belonged to him, your smaller hands pushing him to sit on the bed, despite the fact he was drenched and would wet the mattress and the blankets. he watched your form while you took the few medical supplies you had — the ship would need to stop at a city so he could get proper treatment, but you learned some things that could be useful.

“can you take your shirt off, captain?” it hurt not being called by his given name, or even surname by you, but he thought he deserved that. he would miss your honey dripping voice calling his name so beautifully, as if by just muttering some syllables you were the salvation he always desired. but because of him your life did a 180 degrees turn, and for the worst, so he would never blame you if you could never call him that again. even not in his wildest dreams he would imagine that you were a bastard, and not the firstborn child of lord and lady tachibana.

but that didn't change anything. shuji's heart would always beat for you, and only for you.

he nodded, opening the last buttons of his white shirt, wincing when the fabric was lifted from his skin, and he could see the worry shining on your eyes. it was better than the empty look they carried when that lord gave you the news about your true heritage — hanma would do anything to not see such a thing in your eyes again. they were always full of life and kindness, a contrast with his own amber pair.

as soon as he discarded his shirt on the floor, you started your work, soft hands pouring alcohol on his skin and cleaning the wound.

but shuji could tell that you were doing everything you could to not break in tears and sobs.

he encircled one of his arms around your waist, bringing your body closer to his, resting his head on your chest. it was the closest of a hug he could give you at the moment. “it’s alright, sunshine. you can cry around me.” he tried to console you, but he never knew such a thing. his parents were taken away from him too quickly, yes, but they were still his parents. he could never imagine that his father wasn't his own father, that his siblings weren’t his full siblings.

“i do not want to cry for something that was never my fault.” you replied, softly, voice not above a whisper. your hands were still treating his wound, cleaning and applying pressure to make sure the bleeding would stop. shuji hummed, and it was what you needed to let some tears fall from your eyes. he seemed to notice the slight shake of your body, embracing you even harder, free hand rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. you head fell into his hair, and you closed your eyes.

he didn’t urge you to say anything, respecting your time.

“i am… i am so a-angry, shuji.” you managed to say through sobs, lifting your head from his hair to not soak it even more. you found his amber eyes already looking at you. “my father treated me horribly.” you admitted, finishing tieing a cloth around his shoulder. it was the best you could make before he visited a doctor. as soon as his right arm was free, he wrapped it around your middle, bringing you to rest on his lap. it was the most intimate you have been with a man, especially one who was shirtless, but you weren’t a lady anymore — you didn’t need to have any scruples. “i never understood why. my sis— hinata, she was always the apple of his eye. always getting the best things, the best opportunities. she was a better option to kidnap than me.” you tried to smile at him, but shuji could see all the pain you always carried with yourself.

he shook his head in denial. “no, never. she would be the best option for tetta, but for me?” punishment came to rest on your jaw, holding it so he could look at your glossy eyes. “i always knew you were the best. the best for me, sunshine.”

shuji smirked when he noticed the way your eyes travelled to his lips then to his eyes again, but before he could claim what was his once more, it seemed that you had more to speak. “you will not be able to achieve your revenge using me, shuji. you did lord masato a favor for kidnapping his wife’s bastard.” just by the way that you know spoke so lowly of yourself, shuji knew his revenge had changed. he would kill the one you once called father, and he didn’t care for the consequences.

“i’ve given up on such an idea as soon as you smiled at me, princess.” he admitted, chuckling when your eyes widened. “you heard tetta’s question in the last meeting, didn’t you?” you sheepishly nodded, trying to avert your eyes to anywhere but him, but hanma’s hand on your jaw didn’t let you look at anything else. “i can guarantee you that i didn’t want to do it anymore. use you, i mean, because the revenge plan will have some modifications now.” he stroked your cheek while you nodded and he thought it was his cue to kiss you, but as soon as he ducked his head to get closer to yours, you put a finger on his lips.

shuji groaned while you giggled.

“but why? why do you want revenge on the tachibanas?”

it was a question that troubled you since he kidnapped you for the first time, but if he wasn’t comfortable saying his reasons now, you would respect him. revenge was something that always had ulterior motives, and you knew it wasn’t just because your father deemed shuji and the valhalla crew as traitors of the kingdom — his revenge had roots deeper than that, and you knew just by the ways he used to achieve it.

“your father— i mean, lord masato, killed my parents. as well as tetta’s, too.” he confessed, punishment letting go of your jaw so he could nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. they were painful memories, memories that he wished he never needed to go through. your hand soon found his hair. “my father was a rising knight, a good friend of king makoto.” you have all your answers now. you knew how lord masato did everything in his reach to achieve what he wanted — killing someone was the least that you knew he was capable of.

“i am sorry, shuji.”

he had cried all his tears when he was just a little boy, but your kind words and hands on his hair was enough to bring a few more to his eyes. it was a sensation that he hadn’t felt in so long, the burning and itching in his eyes — he even used to joke about how his tear ducts were broken and dry, now. but he knew he wasn’t just crying because of his parents, far from it.

shuji thought you were going to leave him, and he couldn’t think of such an immeasurable pain as that.

he felt your lips kissing the crown of his head and he let out a breathy laugh. “if… if that man was there to take you back to your family, would you say yes?” he knew the answer — of course you would say yes, especially after what transpired between you two in the morning.

“i do not know.” you answered, hands find their place to rest on his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. “i just know that i would be miserable without you. you broke my heart, shuji, but it’s still yours.” you confessed and he lifted his head, looking at you with big and glossy golden eyes. he looked like a puppy, a dejected puppy that was searching for someone to take him. “and i do not think i am still suitable to be a lady of a household. the sea welcomed me like no one else did.”

the smile he gave you could rival the stars that shined in the sky when the moon decided to grace the earth, and you were so lucky — because that smile was for you.

“what would you say if we stopped at the nearest city and i find a priest to marry us?”

you felt your cheeks heating up. “first you need to find a doctor, because i will not marry a man that can die from a wound that easily.” you giggled when he pouted, softly pressing your lips against his. but hanma was a wild card and you knew it, and despite an injured shoulder, he managed to put under him on the mattress, hovering over you with a boyish grin on his face.

“are you saying you’ll marry me, then?” he asked, eyes shimmering with hope and love — and lust too, as far as you could tell. you were still soaked, white shirt now not hiding anything from his hungry eyes. his wandering hand grazed over one of your nipples, touch as soft as a ghost, and you whimpered. “what do you say, sunshine? i’ll only continue depending on your answer.”

“gods above, shuji. do you think i would say no? i have always been yours. ” you replied, hands bringing him closer to your face so you could kiss him. you felt him smirking, sin — the hand on the side that was hurt — already undoing the buttons of your blouse.

as soon as your chest was exposed to him you felt the urge to cover yourself, shame already dancing inside your mind. what if that was still his plan? what if the fact that you were a bastard didn’t change anything? he could send you back to your family either way, because nobody, except lord masato and your mother, knew about your true heritage. but his words soothed all the poisoned thoughts in your head. “are you sure you want to do this, princess? we’ll be married by tomorrow night, i can wait.”

you could wait as well, but the unfamiliar ache between your legs and the desire to be his in ways nobody else was, spoke louder. “please, shuji.” you whispered against his lips, pressing butterfly kisses to his cheekbones. “make me yours now.”

it was all he needed to hear. as soon as the last syllable left your lips his head travelled south, pressing kisses and sucking in your untouched skin — the thought of being the first to see you like that made shuji’s cock heavier inside his pants, but he wanted to take his time with you before indulging on his desires.

and he did. oh, how he did.

he coaxed orgasm after orgasm from you, first using his fingers and then his tongue. by the time he buried his cock inside your warm cunt, you were already a babbling and drooling mess because of him. shuji tried to be slow and soft with you, trying to be considerate because that was your first time being so intimate with a man, and it was the best choice he had — he was used to being rough and fast with the whores he had slept with before, and he never knew what he was missing from having such an intimate moment with someone he loved. the soft praises, the touches of your shaking hands, the pleasure dancing in your eyes. he would murder everyone with two walking legs if another person saw you like that, if your loving hands touched another person as you were doing with him.

shuji finished the night filling your womb with his cum twice, despite his aching shoulder — but he couldn’t stop himself. not when you asked so nicely if he could finish inside you, or how good your walls were sucking him up. your cunt was the best his cock had ever experienced, and he knew you had ruined him for anyone else.

as if he would need them now.

he cleaned you up as best as he could, not used to after care, making sure to change the blankets of the mattress, lighting the fire inside the room and changing your clothes. as much as he wanted to cuddle you until you both fell asleep together, he still had his duties as a captain to fulfill — he needed to see if his boys were alright, and what treasures they would have after plunder lord masato’s ship.

shuji left with a kiss on your forehead and the promise of coming back to your arms as soon as he could.

despite your sleepy foggy brain, you still could hear the boys’ cheers when he told them the news of your marriage.

—

“that’s how mama and papa met, sweetheart.” you finished the story with a smile, your daughter jumping in your lap as soon as the words left your lips.

shinobu glanced at you with her big blue-green eyes, a puzzled look on her face. “mama, this doesn’t make sense.” she said accusatively, her small arms gripping your shirt. “papa isn’t a pirate, and you don’t have a sister! where was uncle chifuyu in the story?” she pouted at the absence of her dear uncle on her bedtime story, and you controlled yourself to not squeeze her.

but you could never tell her how you and shuji met. it wasn’t a beautiful story — you had lost your first love two months before, still grieving about his premature death when you first found sitting in the stairs of a church in the last hours of christmas. someday she would know the truth, she would know why her mama had a photo of her, her uncle and an unfamiliar man on her bedside, why she was always sad on halloween. but not at five years old.

“who said papa wasn’t a pirate, shin?” you teased her, kissing her cheeks before picking her up from the ground. “and as for mama’s family in the story, don’t worry, okay? they aren’t real.” they were, of course, but your daughter also didn’t need to know that they were one of your best friends and her brother, both now dead, alongside her father. it was purely for the love story you were telling her — because you didn’t know if you could portray your relationship with your brother without bursting into tears.

mikey was dead, yes, but that won’t ever ease the pain in your chest, the emptiness you felt whenever you remembered you were a big sister without a little brother.

you tucked your daughter under her blankets, whispering a song that your mother used to sing to you and chifuyu whenever you two were giving her a hard time going to sleep, watching as she fought with sleep. you almost giggled at how she was doing everything to not close her eyes, but shinobu gave up as soon as your hand started to caress her black and blonde locks — a courtesy of her father, who bleached her hair when she was just four and never asked yo go back to her natural color —, eyes closing at the same time you gave her a forehead kiss.

you stayed a few more minutes watching her sleeping form, leaving her room as silently as you could.

you smiled hearing the faint sound of your favorite music playing down the hall, walking towards your son’s room.

you opened the door, poking your head inside it, your smile growing bigger at the same time you acknowledge what was happening — a shirtless shuji was in the middle of the room, holding his eight-month-old son while he danced with him at the tune of your favorite song, punishment rubbing circles on the little boy’s back. it seemed that chifuyu had the same problem as his older sister, always fighting with sleep. you could see he was tired, but the giggles leaving his mouth were still loud and lively.

“look who’s here!” shuji exclaimed, turning his body towards your direction. chifuyu started to make grabby hands as soon as he noticed his mama was inside his room, and you promptly picked him up, nuzzling his small body on your chest, while shuji’s arms encircled your waist.

he kissed your cheek tenderly, rocking you back and forth, to see this action could make his son sleep. “i think he’s hungry.” you whispered, putting the strap of your nightgown down and freeing one of your breasts to feed your youngest son.

shuji watched with loving eyes the scene in front of him, pressing soft kisses to your skin while chifuyu finished his midnight snack. as soon as he burped, the little boy was already fast asleep in your arms. “i can do everything for him, but unfortunately i can’t give him milk from my boobs.” you giggled as you passed your son to his dad’s arms, adjusting your nightgown back to its place.

you and shuji kissed chifuyu’s forehead before closing the door of his room.

“a pirate, huh?” your husband teased you, his hands back again at your waist and his head nuzzled on the crook of your neck while you tried to walk to your shared room with him.

“you were listening to shin’s bedtime story?” you asked, dumbfounded, wigrilling away from his touch.

shuji chuckled. “you are always so creative. this one was my favorite, princess.”

you groaned, dodging his arms that were trying to hold you once more. you weren’t embarrassed, but sometimes you didn’t want to hear the stories you came up with to make shinobu entertained before sleep graced her. you and shuji had been king and maid, mermaid and prince, and now lady and pirate. it was hard having an imperative five-year-old in your home.

“oh?” you asked, allowing your husband’s warmth to engulf you. “think you can make me feel the pleasure lady y/n had when she and captain shuji had their first time together?” you teased, kissing his jaw silently.

shuji only smirked. “you don't need to ask, princess.”

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the night ship (2022) feel free to change as needed.

she's dead, unfortunately.

what are you? a rat? put your teeth away.

be brave.

don't move. danger everywhere.

i don't know about that.

you're a good boy.

i don't want to think about pirates.

you run, and i'll bring you back and tie you to your bed like a bad puppy.

you believe you could pass unnoticed?

i like misadventures.

there's grub in the kitchen.

it looks worse than it is.

never bleed on the ground here. not even a drop.

can you imagine being mother to someone older than you?

there's always something to see.

don't smile with your mouth. smile with your eyes.

you want to split hairs?

you throw everything in the pot and boil the shit out of it.

be ready early.

i can spit quite far. i would make a good sailor.

keep listening, child!

we'll shave your head and give you beer.

watch what i do, boy. you might learn something.

you fucker!

there's something inside wanting out.

i need an assistant.

do you know what hell smells like? dead souls and roasted devil shit.

sometimes i go out with a trowel. i've found things.

all the dead really want is to rest at peace.

there's no such thing as ghosts.

the dead don't bloody come back.

do you want ice cream, or what?

you should find a place, somewhere you can be truly alone.

you're easily frightened.

i feel watched.

that bitch thinks she owns the place.

it's a tragedy when someone so full of life does themselves in.

you'll come now. or i'll fucking drag you out.

what is it with you and old blokes? you should try a young one.

you are a horror. now, please, let me sleep.

i wouldn't poke around down there if you paid me.

it's not a story for children.

darling, we looked for you. of course we did.

have patience, will you?

i don't believe you. you made that story up.

i lost my nerve.

what would you say to a jigsaw?

we could dress up.

what's happened between the two of you?

get out from under my feet!

take this before bedtime.

i'd rather you didn't watch me nap.

will you give me your word that, once you are inside, you will refrain from stealing?

don't be too sure it's dead.

your death would be horrible. do you want to hear the various ways?

i'll think about it.

balls to that. you can go anywhere.

don't worry about him.

well, truth be told, we kicked the shit out of each other.

sometimes violence is a necessary evil, and it was a long time coming.

you've got a nerve, [name].

finish my crossword. make up the words if you want.

i'm tormented by it.

you look like you're a handful.

some of us are fucking sleeping here.

calm yourself, boy, you're shaking.

drink this slowly, you'll feel better.

now, tell me what happened.

dry your eyes and let's work it out.

see your way to make some better friends.

i never knew this was here.

and where the fuck do you think you're going?

your face. what happened?

who cares for you?

i would like the company.

want a coffee?

i can look after myself.

you keep an eye out for me and i'll keep an eye out for you.

sailors need to learn the language of the ship.

you're learning fast.

it's a witch stone. if you look through the hole, you can see what is yet to come, or what has been already.

your fortune finds you, not the other way around.

you spying on me, [name]?

friends take care of one another.

you like to roam.

now, shall we tidy you up?

i'm always in trouble.

it'll make no different.

if we get caught, i'll take the blame.

do something with your time here.

everyone's fear looks different.

they're just warnings for kids.

life is precarious.

the greatest disgrace of humankind is the failure of the strong to protect the weak.

we don't need monsters, we are the monsters.

it's back.

it's better if you tell the truth.

are you going to beat me?

what's wrong with him? other than he's a miserable old bastard.

you twisted little bastard.

one day it might be funny, but it will always hurt.

you'll come and cheer me on?

thought you might like some reading material.

he's an awful prick, isn't he?

it's the way of long journeys. they alter what people think and see.

why the worried face, [nickname]?

being rich doesn't make him fine.

shut up! fuck's sake.

hello, little fucker.

we need to prepare ourselves for the worst.

maybe come down to the party later?

so this is the way it will be.

take the food for yourself, else you'll disappear.

you're as slippery-looking as an eel.

they're making it sound worse.

i'll put you through the wall.

if you stop that, i'll tell you a plan.

you're every bit a sailor.

everyone thinks it, no one says it.

be careful what you say and who to. be only where you are allowed to be.

don't go off on your own.

i'm just trying to understand what's going on in that fucking head on yours.

that's it, son, slow breath, in, out. then i can understand what you're trying to say.

you've a sprain on that wrist, not a break, which is one good thing.

the dead can't hurt you. it's the living you need to watch out for.

come out on the veranda, for a bit of fresh air?

what sort of person would steal from the hungry?

you're all right, lad. you're all right.

who wants to be stabbed to death? i can do that very beautifully.

to catch a demon, you have to flush him out.

people aren't just their bloody deaths, you know.

you ready, son?

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virgilisspidey · 1 year

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Did NO ONE ask about the other two for the next gen 2012? SKKSKSKS WELL, NOW I AM.

So the thing is—

I haven't drawn them yet because it's so FREGIN HARD TO DO

Spoilers!!

Like i said in a previous ask, the last two are mutants.

The difference is, the first one was human and the second was an animal.

And... As you might notice... I don't know how tf to draw mutants but i can give some background, like of what they would look like and what kind of mutant they are and all that jazz.

This is gonna be a long one.

So first up!

The third and eldest member, River!!

River is once human, they're mutated right around the time of the mutation bomb incident when they were 11 years old. They were outside at the time, with their mother at a flower shop. They were holding some carnivorous plants on display when the toxic mutagen hit them.

It's one heck of a miracle that they survived.

They're very silent, often times only talking one sentence a day, kind of like Ferb from Phineas and Ferb. They are very beautiful despite being a mutant, they're often times described looking like a greek statue, they manage to at least retain some of their more human characteristics. They're very reserved that comes with their quiet nature. Because of this they're often times said to be rude because they never talk or because of their constant resting bitch face. But they're very nice and gentle when you get to know them.

They're also a ninja! Specifically, a ninja of the new foot clan.

So now you have a hamato ninja, a vigilante and a foot ninja!

They are a mutant carnivorous plant!!

I only ever managed to draw their head and not their full body. I struggled a lot with getting their hair right.

I mostly based them on sundews, specificslly those flower looking ones and those long curling ones.

These ones:

Their skin is, of course, green and their hair has a red tint because of the many small sticky hairs they have. They do work like actual sundews and as an added bonus, they can control their hair in battle which works well as traps.

They don't really need to eat, sometimes they put live pigeons in their hair and just wait for it to digest. The reason why they rather eat that way is because they're very insecure about their appearance despite being described as beautiful.

The reason why they're in the foot clan is because Karai adopted them after seeing them running away from an angry mob in the early months after the mutation bomb incident.

Karai is technically a mutant too, so it was easy enough for River to trust her.

Karai and Shinigami are their Mother and Mom. (We live laugh love this ship)

If it isn't obvious enough, their color is red, so that means they're Raph's counterpart.

Their weapon of choice is a kusarigama, just like their mom.

Next up is another mutant, this time he used to be animal, specifically a tortoise (just like Slash!)

Here are some pictures because i do not know how tf to draw tortoises and my fingers forgot how to draw the turtles so... Yep.

Anyways, his name is Ryan and he's 14 years old, the youngest in the team.

He's dorky and awkward and is deathly afraid of humans, with the exception of his Auntie April, Aunt Karai, Auntie Shini, and Uncle Casey. He's bit of a nerd and idolizes Donatello a lot because of his work and contribution to the fight against the Kraang.

How does he know that?

He's Slash's kid.

So how did that happen?

He was just a normal tortoise at an open zoo whent he mutagen hits him, turning him into a very confused tortoise tot (he's 9 at the time of his mutation and when he mutated. He didn't look like a 9 year old, he was ver smol)

He was abandoned in the sewers a year after the mutagen bombings and he was found by Raph, who gave him to Slash because they could not handle any more people in the lair with their conditions.

He's very smart, a very fast learner and already knew how to read and speak (although it was stuttery and he fumbles woth his words) a year into being mutated. He adjusted pretty well, but not as fast as Slash did when he was mutated because he didn't have anyone to observe. He acts pretty much like any normal kid but he's a genius. And of course his idol is Donnie much to Dr. Rockwell's dismay.

He lives with the mutanimals with Slash as his dad and all the other guys as his weird uncles.

He wears clothes though.

He has a pair of glasses taped on his face because of his bad eyesight and wears some baggy sweatpants along with an orange Space Heroes hoodie.

So yep, he's orange, he's Mikey's counterpart.

He doesn't have a weapon unlike his teammates, he prefers to be the get away driver or hacker. He does not know how to fight despite Slash's many offers to let the turtle brothers train him. He's afraid of confrontation and is rather a pacifist.

So now we have a hamato ninja, a vigilante, a foot ninja and a mutanimal!

The gang is coming together!!

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt two souls #two souls ask

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memento mori

Ch.4: Poison Ivy

I throw open the front door of Dad’s house and yell for him. My voice is frantic and I know it’ll scare the shit out of him, but I’ve searched all over town and Bella is nowhere. I finally find him in the backyard working on the garden I abandoned when I left for college.

“Dad! Where’s Bella? I can’t find her anywhere and it’s kind of important. I need to find her now.”

Dad jumps and puts a hand over his heart. “Geez, kid. You scared the hell outta me.”

“Sorry, I just… I need to find Bella is all.”

“Oh, she’s with Alice Cullen.”

“Wait, Cullen?” I won’t think about that implication right now. I won’t think about how there’s always been a Cullen in The Society and how the current one is one of my favorite guys to partner up with. Nope. That’s a problem for later.

“Yeah. She’s one of the kids Dr. Cullen adopted. Do you know them somehow already? You seem shocked.” Charlie’s brows furrow together. “Rosie, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answer too quickly and Charlie doesn’t look convinced at all. “Really, I’m fine. I just… have a graduation present for her that I want to give her before graduation… because I want her to have it… because of all the parties…”

Charlie puts a hand on his hip. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Condoms,” I blurt out, confident in my lie. “I bought her condoms because she has a boyfriend and she’s a teenager and-”

He waves his hand and heads back to the house. “Don’t wanna hear it! But, uh, maybe you should get them to her, uh, sooner rather than later.”

“That’s the plan!” I shoot him some finger guns, feeling relief wash over me. “Where do the Cullens’ live?”

He points left. “That way, edge of town, can’t miss it.”

“Cool. Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem.” He’s clearly deliberating asking me something, but before I can ask him what it is, he continues on. “Rosie, you didn’t just… have those… did you?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Ew, Dad, what kind of girl do you think I am? I got ‘em from CVS like a normal person. Fresh and unopened like my-”

“Okay! Bye!” Dad disappears inside the house and I laugh to myself.

I’m not necessarily proud of making up such a shitty, uncomfortable lie, but it did give me a glimpse of what a normal life would be. It leaves a sad ache in my stomach. Things could’ve been so different. I could’ve been better. I could’ve done better.

But there is no time for those thoughts.

Gotta save my sister from her own stupidity.

Do they even know what’s coming for them? Have they figured it out? Am I the one who’s late to the party? It wouldn’t be the first time I jumped head first into a job and ended up being the last to know anything. I really doubt this’ll be the last time either. I think impulsivity is a curse from my mom, but she’d probably disagree. I love her, but I didn’t want to waste my childhood raising her. That’s why I chose to stay primarily with Dad.

I’m so lost in thought as I climb in my car that I almost miss the poison ivy sitting on my windshield.

Mother fucker.

He was here?

God, I really am losing my edge being back home.

I make quick work of the drive to the Cullen household. The driveway is a bitch and a half to find, taking me more than two drive bys to actually find. Their house is buried deep in the forest, the road leading to the house long and winding. I spot Bella’s truck parked out front instantly.

My training says to barge in and start demanding total cooperation from them, but I can hear Dad in the back of my head telling me I need to be polite to people. But the Cullens’ aren’t people, are they?

I’ve got my fist hovering in front of the door when it swings open and a tall, blond man greets me with a kind smile.

“Roseanna, please, come in. I’m Carlisle Cullen.” He steps to the side and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, inviting me into his home. “Welcome to our home.”

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and it feels like every cell in my body is suddenly on fire. I don’t like this. I don’t like stepping into a house full of vampires without more than just a knife strapped to the inside of my thigh. I don’t like knowing that my sister is inside, sitting with them, acting like they’re people instead of the supernatural monsters they are. Above all else, I don’t like the fact I’m having to ignore my instincts and play nice with vampires. I loathe it in fact.

Carlisle Cullen might be nice, but because of him, because of his family, innocent people have been hurt. Not only Bella, but all those poor kids in Seattle that have been turned in order to come hunt Bella down. So many innocent lives. And for what?

I catch myself staring stoically at Carlisle and blink a couple times before clearing my throat and stepping inside. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second.”

“Does that happen often? I have some experience with Agents from The Society and I’ve found their medical history to be singular amongst humans-”

“I’m not human.” Not fully.

Carlisle gives me a pitiful smile as he guides me to the living room. “Yes, of course.”

“Maybe she prefers the term witch, Carlisle.” Edward is sitting on the couch with Bella, half hiding her from me.

Jesus, what an absolute dick.

“Edwina,” I say nodding at him. “Lovely to see you again.”

I’m not completely socially unaware. I know they’re just as tense as I am, but what I don’t know is why. Yes, I’m in league with The Society. Yes, I could kill all of them without breaking a sweat. (Or at least most of them. The big one standing by the fireplace and the other blond man by the stairs might pose an issue). I’m a threat, but they’re the bigger threat. They’re the ones who’ve endangered my sister and now have an army coming for them. Why are they worried about me more than that?

Beside me, Carlisle sighs. “Forgive Edward. We’ve all been a little on edge recently.”

“Because of Seattle? How much do you know?” And does it match what I know?

“We know there have been several killings that the humans have attributed to a serial killer. In reality, it’s newborns. An army of them.”

“Do you know what they want?” My gaze drifts over to Bella. She’s staring at me with a look of frustration, the space between her brows creasing from the intensity of her frown.

Carlisle nods. “We have reason to believe they’re being sent after Bella.”

“What are the reasons?”

“Why do you care?” A petite girl with a pixie cut pipes up from where she stands behind the couch. “This isn’t the first time Bella’s been in trouble. You didn’t show up in Phoenix or Italy. Why now?”

Burning anger flares in my chest and I can feel my blood boiling. “What? What the fuck do you mean why now?” My head snaps back over to Carlisle. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened?”

“Why do you care now,” the small girl repeats.

“You,” I point a finger at her, “don’t get to ask the questions here. None of you do. It’s best if you act like good little girls and boys and follow your leader.”

That’s how these things go whether they like it or not. I ask the questions, I get the answers, I dispense justice as The Society sees fit. I don’t answer they’re stupid little questions. I don’t play their games. They play by my rules and that’s that.

Almost as if by magic, the Cullen family settles into a sense of calm. I feel none of that calm, but I appreciate whatever has helped take the edge off. I might not like them, but I don’t necessarily want to fight. They haven’t broken any laws except for one. Arguably the biggest one.

Carlisle brings a chair from the kitchen and offers it to me. “Alice is protective of Bella. We all are. Please, have a seat and we’ll answer all your questions. Though, we do have a few of our own if you wouldn’t mind.”

I do mind. I mind quite a lot actually. But as long as the rest of them keep quiet I think I can manage a civil conversation with Carlisle.

Bella chews on her bottom lip, tapping her foot against the floor. She’s dying to speak.

“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Spit it out.”

“What’s The Society?”

“The organization I work for. I’m an Agent there.”

The blond boy by the stairs smirks and steps towards me with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s handsome in a rough, “I could kill you and you’d thank me for it” sort of way. Scars are littered across his skin, catching in the light of the living room as he approaches me. I tilt my head to the side while taking him in.

Handsome.

But not my type.

Felix’s face appears in my mind’s eye and I stamp down a blush.

“You work for The Society?” The blond boy looks me over. “Back in my day they only took the strongest men they could find.”

“That was a long time ago,” I say. “They started recruiting women when they found we could handle the blood magic better. Turns out, the Norse had it right after all. Magic is the woman’s realm.”

Bella sighs. “Okay, but what is The Society.”

“Vampire hunters,” the blond boy says without looking away from me.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself…”

“Jasper Whitlock.” He pauses before tilting his head and saying, “ma’am.”

I hum thoughtfully. “Jasper Whitlock? I’ve seen your file. You have quite the history, don’t you.”

“I try to keep it under wraps these days.”

“Then I guess you’ll be happy to know The Society isn’t keeping tabs on you anymore, Jasper.”

And he does look happy when I tell him. Surprised, sure, but also happy. I get the sense he’s looking for redemption of some sort, and with his history, it makes sense. He must still be trying to prove himself worthy.

I look back at my sister. “I’m not a vampire hunter. The Society takes care of all supernatural creatures. Vampires just happen to make the most noise.”

“Or you watch vampires more closely,” Jasper butts in.

“Well maybe vampires should stop blabbing to humans and drawing attention to themselves.”

“Wait,” Bella says. “Isn’t that what the Volturi are for?”

“The Volturi can be inefficient at times. Also, how do you know about the Volturi?” I think back to Felix’s words from earlier. About how Bella being my sister complicates things. “Okay, I’m going to list off the things I know and the rest of you will fill me in. One, there’s a newborn army in Seattle that has my sister’s scent and is coming for her. Two, the little one mentioned you being in trouble in Italy. Three, the Volturi live in Italy.”

Four, the Volturi are in Seattle.

But I keep that one to myself.

It’s a surprise item that can be used later.

Carlisle sits on the piano bench, taking the hand of a very pretty woman with caramel colored hair. “We believe the newborns were created by a woman named Victoria. During Bella’s first few months here in Forks, she attracted the attention of a tracker named James, and we ended up having to kill him to keep her safe. What we didn’t know at the time was that Victoria was his mate. She swore revenge and this is that revenge.”

I feel my head spin as I slowly piece different stories from the last few months together. “So, when Mom and Dad told me you fell through a window in Phoenix… that was this James and Victoria?”

Bella nods. “Yeah… question for a question?”

I think about it for a second. “Yeah. Okay. What do you wanna know?”

“Where have you been?”

“Charleston mostly, but The Society sends me all over the world. Wherever I’m needed. Why were you in Italy?”

The silence stretches from seconds into minutes. No one answers me, so I take that as an answer in and of itself. “The Volturi found out about you, didn’t they?”

Jasper answers me in a gravelly voice. “They did.”

“They expect her to undergo the change.”

“They do.”

The Society will expect the same if I tell them about Bella. I could lie after all. I could tell them about Victoria’s grudge against the Cullen family and conveniently leave out my baby sister’s involvement.

Bella looks me up and down. “You mentioned… blood magic? What… what are you?”

“I’m…” Hmm, that’s a good question. I sigh and scratch my head. “I don’t fully know, to be honest. I’m human but I’m not fully human. When The Society chooses you they strip you of everything that makes you, well, you. They call it the Rebuilding.”

“What’s happens when they’re rebuilding you?”

It’s my turn to ask questions, but whatever. “We die. They bring us back with blood magic and infuse us with said magic. It protects us from all manner of supernatural abilities and puts us physically on par with the monsters we’re meant to hunt.”

Bella shakes her head. “None of the Cullens’ are monsters! They’re good people!”

I meet Edward’s thunderous expression with one of my own. “That’s subjective.”

“But it’s not!” Bella springs up from the couch, shocking almost everyone in the room, like they’ve never seen her this passionate before. Like they’ve never seen one of her tantrums that used to have me hiding in my room. “They’re not monsters!”

I must’ve stumbled on a touchy subject. “Of course you think that. Stockholm syndrome is a funny thing.”

“God, what is it with all of you treating me like I’m a child?!”

“You are a child, Bella.”

“Am I? Funny how I’m a child now when it’s convenient for your argument, but I wasn’t a child when you ditched me and mom.”

I scoff. “I ditched you and mom? You’re the one who threw a fit every single time we went to see dad and made him start coming to us. How do you think it made him feel that Forks was never good enough for you until it was convenient for you to come back? Mom has her new caretaker now, right? She doesn’t need you anymore. She doesn’t need either of us. You’re just like her. Flighty and demanding as fuck.”

“You’re such a bitch! I wish you never came back!” She stomps up the stairs, Edward and the petite girl going after her.

I excuse myself and step on the porch. My phone buzzes immediately.

Having fun, darling?

I stab at the phone with my pointer finger over and over until the message disappears. I really don't know how Felix managed to get my phone number, but I don't have time to take care of it right now. I'll handle it when I go back to Seattle tonight. Preferably by breaking off each and every one of his fingers.

"Roseanna?" Jasper approaches me carefully, but I can see the curiosity in his golden eyes. None of the Cullens scare me, but there's something wild in Jasper that I recognize. "I'm sure Bella didn't mean what she said. It was just shock."

"Was it though?"

He gives me a wry grin. "Mostly."

"Oh, well in that case I guess I should go back in there and play happy family with all of you, huh?" I laugh in disbelief. "No, Jasper. She meant what she said and I meant what I said. We're on opposite sides here, but she's lost her mind if she thinks I'll sit back and watch her destroy herself."

"So what will you do?"

"First we get rid of the newborns. After that... I'll play it by ear after that."

He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side. "The Society won't be happy when you tell them about Bella. They might even consider you compromised."

"Who says I'll tell them anything about Bella?"

"You can hide your thoughts from Edward, you can keep your future from Alice, but The Society will see all of it. You know that."

I sigh. "One problem at a time, okay? I've got the newborns to deal with, Bella's suicide mission, and-" I cut myself off abruptly. Something tells me not to mention Felix to any of the Cullens.

"And?"

"And a massive fucking migraine."

Jasper doesn't believe me. It's obvious. Luckily for me, I don't care if he believes me or not. I push off the porch railing and walk closer to him. He's shorter than Felix and not as muscular, but power still rolls off him in waves.

"Your girlfriend is watching," I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Do they ever leave you alone?"

His mouth doesn't move, but I don't need to hear the answer to know I'm right.

"It's sad," I tell him.

"It's for the best. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking away from this conversation alive."

"Do I smell that good?"

He looks down at me, eyes going black. "Yes."

My phone goes off in my back pocket and Jasper's eyes flicker down, following the sound.

"Does he ever leave you alone?"

I scoff. "If he ever did I'd be worried he's dead."

"Can't have that, can we?"

"No," I say with a smile. "Especially because I'm the only one allowed to kill him."

Jasper is about to smile back when his head snaps to the left. He stares off into the woods. “Do you feel that?”

“There’s someone there.” I know it’s Felix, but I won’t tell Jasper that. “Probably a scout sent by Victoria. I’ll handle it.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No,” I tell him quickly. “The rest of you should stay here with Bella in case there are more hiding. Strength in numbers.”

Jasper doesn’t like my answer, but heads back in the house. I take off and jog into the woods. Felix is everywhere, but nowhere. I can’t pinpoint him but I can taste his anger in the air. I feel like he’s chasing me as I run deeper into the woods, corralling me to a specific spot. Fear spikes in my chest. I’m not used to feeling like prey. I feel helpless. Mindless.

I should have never came back.

The thought echoes around and around in my head while I run. My breathing comes in ragged short pants that only bounce off the trees around me. I still can’t see him anymore but I know he’s there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight in fear, rain pelting down and soaking me to the core. He’s still there. Still hunting.

I should have stayed in Charleston and ignored Dad’s plea to come back to Forks. The hell with The Society and their missions too. Maybe then I wouldn’t be running for my life through a once familiar but now forgotten forest, death hot on my heels.

“Fuck,” I scream. My clumsy feet finally stumble over a tree root and I topple to the ground, my knees scraped and bleeding from impact. My blood turns cold as I realize I won’t be getting up any time soon. My ankle snapped during the fall.

Fuck.

No.

Get up, get up, get up.

But it’s useless.

His eyes, those terrifying red eyes, peer at me in amusement when he takes in my splayed body on the ground. My chest heaves with each laborious breath. He smiles. Reaches out a hand. I scoot backwards, palms bruised and cracked against the rough forest floor. I watch his smile grow ever larger, more predatory.

“Hello, darling.”

“Asshole,” I mutter to myself.

“You didn’t answer my text.”

“I was busy.”

Something I can’t quite name flashes in Felix’s eyes. “Would you have let him touch you if he wanted to?”

He’s talking about Jasper, I know he is.

He saw us.

“Did you follow me from Seattle?” I peer up at him, blinking to keep the rain out of my eyes.

Felix kneels down beside me and takes my hands in his own, pointedly ignoring me. His fingers brush over my scraped palms. Blood smears over my skin as well as his.

“You should be more careful,” he tells me as he stands. “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”

“What’s yours?”

“You. My prey. My plaything. Stay away from him or else I’ll make you.”

Before I can answer, he’s gone and I’m forced to get up on my own and limp back to the house. At least it will lend credence to my newborn story if I’m injured. There’s no possible way for them to figure out what actually happened.

As the house gets closer, Jasper comes out to meet me. He offers his arm, but I reject it, Felix’s words echoing around in my head. I don’t like the Cullen family. It’s hard to like something I’m genetically modified to hate. But I’ll be damned if anything happens to them because I’ve got a psycho stalker.

“Well?” Jasper prompts me.

“It’s taken care of.”

“Good.”

I’m suddenly bone tired, all my fight and fire draining out of me with a heavy sigh. Rain continues to drench me while I stand in the driveway. “I’m done for the day, I think. I need to rest and give my ankle a few hours to heal.”

Jasper nods. “Agents heal quickly, right?”

“Yeah. Freaky quick. Call it a consolation prize for all the other shit we have to deal with.” I give a halfhearted smile. “I know Bella’s still pissed at me, so make sure she gets home safe.”

“Always do.” He shoves a hand in his pocket before hesitating, a grimace marring his features. After another second of debate he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shoves a piece of paper in my hand. “My number. We’re working with the Quileute shifters in La Push to take on the newborns and we need all the bodies we can get. Having you would come in handy.”

“Careful, Whitlock. That almost sounds like a compliment.” I add his number to my phone quickly, knowing I’ll pass out from pure emotional exhaustion the second I get to my hotel room. “I’ll get in touch tomorrow to talk strategy.”

“Don’t die before the fight.”

I chuckle, turning and walking to my car. “No promises.”

My drive to Seattle passes in a blur. I know I go through more than a few red lights on my way back, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I can think about is the bottle of red wine in the mini bar of my room and the bathtub.

No sooner than I’m settled in bed wrapped up in a fluffy complimentary robe do I feel him. He’s just on the other side of the door. I know he’ll have no problem breaking the lock, but my wards will hold and keep him out. In the mean time I should probably text Jasper to find out more about the shifters he mentioned. The Society doesn’t have anything on the Quileute. I would’ve noticed if they did.

Seconds later, just as predicted, Felix swings the door open. There’s a look of triumph on his face when he sees me on the bed. As if he’s proud of me for being alone.

I take a deep breath.

"I don't have time for you right now."

Felix isn't the slightest bit deterred by my anger. He actually seems amused by it. The corners of his lips curl in a vicious grin as he steps over the threshold of my hotel room. He looks down at his feet, back up at me, and his smile grows.

"It appears your wards failed, darling. I think we both know what that means."

No. He's wrong. My wards don't fail. They never fail. The only way they wouldn't work would be if I didn't actually want to keep him out...

"You're attracted to me," Felix states simply. "Just admit it and the rest of this will be much simpler."

"You're insane." I hate how shaky I sound, so I clear my throat. "You're the last thing I would be attracted to."

"Hmm, you're lying to me, Roseanna. I don't like being lied to."

I grip my phone, Jasper's name and an empty text still pulled up on the screen. If I move my finger just a little-

"Don't," Felix commands. "I allowed you to take his number, but you'll never get to use it. I could've ripped his head off when he touched you, but I didn't."

"Why?"

"To teach you a lesson, my poison ivy. You're mine and mine alone. Any other man who touches, speaks to you, looks at you will do so only because I allow it. Remember that."

He's been slowly stalking toward me the entire time, cornering me just like the first time we met. I shiver when he reaches out and brushes the hair away from my neck. His touch sends shockwaves through my body.

"You want me, Roseanna. I can smell it on you. You're dripping wet and it's all for a monster. I'm starting to think the fear and the hate turns you on more than anything else."

He's... right. Fuck, he's right.

I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me into his body. He's a solid wall of muscle that could kill me in the blink of an eye, but I enjoy the feel of him against me.

Felix presses his lips to my throat in a soft kiss. "I'm going to keep my promise from earlier. I won't fuck you until you're on your knees begging for it."

"That'll never happen." I can't speak louder than a whisper.

I feel him smile against my skin. "Another lie. I should bend you over my knee for that."

I'm in trouble.

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