#oh MAN just the most tense winter after that

[babydray777]

It’s always colder in Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x fem!slyth reader

WC: I don’t know man it’s not that long just read it

1am was feeling like an agony.

I once proclaimed that Slytherin Common room was way colder than the other ones and my classmates declared that it was nonsense, that the whole castle may have been somehow enchanted to be a warm place for people to stay, that it would be unfair if anyone were to deal with cold because they were sorted in an specific house.

It may be that I’m way more prominent to feel cold (which I’m not) or that my classmates are too proud to recognize that our house may have at least one drawback in comparison to the rest, but I’m pretty sure that winter nights in Gryffindor common room are way warmer than here.

It may be because we are in the dungeons, or because we are under the lake. In any case, I don’t think there is any magical architecture protecting us from unfairness. So tonight is snowing outside, and I feel cold as shit.

Even though, cold was not being my primal issue. I would not have laved anything like an agony over something as simple as that. My main problem was the fact that I was not being able to sleep even after two hours of trying.

I already thought about my day, I already thought about my classes, I even imagined fake scenarios between some teachers just to have fun in my own head for a while to see if I was able to get tired. I thought about people in my school, I thought about my friends and how the girl group of them were so pleasantly sleeping by my sides. I thought about everyone, or at least everyone, cause there was certainly a person I did not feel the urge to think about.

It’s been a few rough months, mentally rough I mean. I have always been pretty close to the boys in my house, Zabini was cool and a good gossip partner, Theodore was funny when he was not trying to win my heart over those jokes, Crabbe and Goyle were… Well, those are definitely not my favorite, but I managed to ignore their braindead comments and sounding ways to chew.

But there was also Draco Malfoy, and oh if I have been ignoring thinking about Draco Malfoy.

The thing is, we are certainly… tense.

We have always been friends, I would even dare to say that he has always been the closest one of them for me. Grew up together as our parents are pretty much close and became thick as thieves while growing up.

In our first years at Hogwarts our friendship became a little less personal as we were now surrounded by not only new friends but many other people in general. Draco became a little bit annoying towards me, or a little bit annoying in general. He was restless and sarcastic, not to mention mean sometimes, although there were few the times in which he had really crossed a line and we always ended up talking it through, so I just ended up assuming that my best friend was just a little bit of an asshole sometimes, I ignored him whenever he was not in the mood and ended the conversation there. He was still my best friend and I was not the one to fix anyone’s behavior, I was not his mother.

Well, it would have end well if that were the end of the story, problem is that our friendship took kind of a turn a few months ago when something happened. I do not want to get pretty specific so I just prefer to say that a few drinks, a joint and a pretty blonde rich boy could make anyone feel dizzy about certain feelings or attractions on a summer night.

So, for the time going, we just stood in a place of being completely awkward towards each other sometimes, or extremely close some other times.

Reality is that I always feel push towards him, like a force begin me to go and hug him, to hold his hand while he’s walking by my side, to touch his face or lay my head on his shoulder. I could never deny (and believe me I tried) my attraction towards Draco Malfoy.

But that’s also the most uncomfortable thing that has happened to me.

Draco is not the kind of person you look up to date, not if you have known him your whole life and you could end up losing your closest friend over a predictable break up. He was a brat, pretty much selfish and I would dare to say a little but mean, plus, things were already tense enough.

But like I said before: 1am was feeling like an agony. And Slytherin common room was colder than the rest of them.

“Oh fuck it” I muttered and took away my blankets.

Walking at night in my nightgown was not the best idea ever, I felt like I was about to freeze but there would only be a few steps, I only had to cross the common room and then ahead to the other side of it.

I walked bare feet through it, saw that the chimney had a temptative fire and ignored it, just to keep walking towards my destination.

Once I reached the door, I knocked as hard as I could trying not to make much sound.

“Come on… Come on, I’m freezing”

I knocked again, this time a little bit harder. And it worked, cause suddenly a pale, angry face was looking at me just by the other side of the door.

As soon as he took recognition that it was me, his face relaxed and turned into a confused expression, he still looked a little bit annoyed, but not in a way that would made me feel like he’s about to snap some stupid comment.

“Y/N?” He asked. “What you doing here? Aren’t you cold?”

“Can I sleep with you?” I snapped at once. His prefect room completely empty at his back looking as tempting as hot chocolate. He looked at me for a second and I suddenly realized that it may have been a better idea in my mind than it was in reality. “I mean… It’s actually pretty cold and I don’t know, you are comfortable to cuddle at night, for some weird reason. No other intention included… and you see our common room is actually colder than the rest because…”

“Of course you can sleep with me” He interrupted at once. As I looked up again he was smiling. God, if he was not the prettiest boy this castle has ever seen.

I smiled back and he opened the door for me.

“Come on, hurry, I’m freezing”

As I entered the room he was already heading to get under the blankets, I followed him in a rush and lay beside him.

As I got under the blankets myself, he was quick to cuddle me, passing his arm from over my waist and getting close to me.

“God you are so cold” He mentioned while staring to pass his hand up and down my arm to give me some warm.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, now that I thought about it.

“What do you think?”

“Sorry” I muttered. He passed his other arm under my neck and hugged me completely.

I lay there in silence, feeling like I had the best idea of my life cause now my eyelids were finally feeling a little heavier and I was for once relaxed.

I was about to fall completely to my dreams when Draco suddenly said “Our common room is not colder than the rest, it would make no sense”

I sighed “It would actually make too much sense” I started “You see, we are in the dungeons so…”

“Y/N” He cut me. “Just go to sleep” I was not facing him, but I could have bet my life that he was at least smiling a little.

“You just woke me”

Draco kissed my shoulder from behind. The action took me completely by surprise and my heart made a little jump at the touch of his lips on my skin.

“You deserved it”

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy au #draco malfoy one shot #hogwarts au #slytherin au #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fluff #theodore nott #mattheo riddle #blaize zabini #harry potter #harry potter au #harry potter universe #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy boyfriend #harry potter headcanon

[charliemwrites]

Bark, bark, snort, grrr

(The ex idea comes from @st-el-la-luna, absolutely brilliant darling ❤️)

Johnny, for all his quirks and… weirdly human tendencies, is an incredibly good sport. Particularly about letting you put him in Santa hats and wreaths, ugly sweaters and snow socks. He poses for every picture so dutifully, looks so serious and annoyed up until you plant smooches on his head or cheek and that silly lupine grin comes out.

He’s been your perfect little heater ever since the heater started to go on the fritz. It keeps shutting off or turning itself lower than it’s meant to be, leaving you shivering before you realize something is amiss. It’s not so broken that you’re willing to interrupt your solitude to have someone come fix it. But you’re grateful for a big fluffy body laying on your feet or snuggling under the blankets with you.

As the winter sets in, you tromp out with him in the snow a lot. Often use his sturdy shoulders and better footing as a crutch to navigate without slipping. He always gets fussy when you do, dancing in his feet and snuffling at your coat, urging you up.

One morning you wake up after a fresh snow, expecting that you’ll have to clear the driveway and porch - only to find it freshly shoveled and salted. It would spook you, except you’re sure Johnny would have woken you up barking his head off if it was anything to worry about.

Your mother calls about holiday plans in mid-November. You hedge around any commitments, hand buried in Johnny’s fur, saying that you don’t want to leave your precious pup at home.

The combined efforts of both your parents, your sister, and a cousin you actually like makes you cave eventually though. They promise it’ll just be family, that you can even bring Johnny. You grimace at that - debate getting him some meds from the vet…. But he’s been doing better on walks in town.

The weird assurance that it’ll “just be family” should have been a red flag.

When you arrive at your parents’ place, several gift bags and Johnny (with a bow tie on his collar) in tow, you find your ex there. On the couch. Next to your least-favorite cousin and your sister.

“What’s he doing here?” you ask sharply.

“Well, you two were engaged—”

Johnny’s ears shoot straight up as you tense.

“Yeah, and then he cheated.”

“People make mistakes. If you would just hear him out.”

“I don’t care what he has to say. And I don’t care what you have to say either.”

You drop the bags in a heap and click your tongue for Johnny. He falls in with you instantly, leaning up against your side. You get all the way to your car before you hear your ex’s voice calling your name.

You try to hurry, but there’s ice and the last thing your dignity can take is slipping right now. Luckily, you have the perfect deterrent before you ex can even get within arm’s reach.

Johnny snarls, so deep and loud you feel it in your own chest.

“Jesus!” your ex cries, coming up short. “Where did you get that thing?!”

“Johnny picked me. More than I can say for you.”

“Don’t be like that, I’m picking you now.”

“Oh, did your girl best friend lose all her daddy’s money?”

His cheeks light up neon. Huh. Got it in one.

Then he dares another step and Johnny lunges. You just get a hold of his harness but it’s enough ward your ex off a bit more.

“He’s very loyal,” you add. “Also more than I can say for you.”

“Baby, just listen—”

“An upgrade all around, I think.”

You round your car, climb into the driver’s seat with Johnny standing guard, then let him clamber over you into the passenger’s seat. At the front door, most of your family is gathered and staring. You flip off your ex one last time before peeling out of there.

The tears come after you’ve gotten back home. Johnny licks your face until you stop crying, then leads you inside. The two of you curl up on the couch together, his face buried in your stomach. You fall asleep there and dream of a man’s voice whispering love and comfort in your ear.

—

A week later, your ex shows up.

You’re out in the yard with Johnny, watching him zoom through the snow and laughing as he speeds by. Your ex must hear you because he comes round the side of the house.

And Johnny. Goes. Ballistic.

Literally, he hits your ex like a missile, taking him into the snow and snarling like something from hell. He’s got his teeth in your ex’s designer coat, ripping it to shreds. It’s frightening; you’ve never felt safer.

“Johnny!” you call. A growl. You walk closer, kick a bit of snow at both of them. “Johnny, down! Leave it!”

And he does, finally does, though not without taking a good chunk of fabric with him. Your ex, wide-eyed and pale, panting, doesn’t bother to say a word. He scrambles away while Johnny barks after him, all canine and spit.

You hum as he returns to you, fabric in his mouth, tail wagging.

“What a good boy,” you coo, taking the partial sleeve and inspecting it. Louis Vuitton, it looks like. “Very good. My perfect boy.”

You drop his prize into the snow and snort as he wastes no time peeing on it. Well, that’s gonna stay there. Forever.

“C’mon bud, you deserve a treat.”

Johnny follows you happily inside, a new pep in his step.

#thoughts™️ #cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic

[dr3c0mix]

Please more poly vampires please😭🙏! I can hardly ever find x male/masc reader stuff especially about monsters😭. What happens when they take us back to their home. What's gonna happen to us? What will the townsfolk react?

Poly!Vampires x Reader Pt. 2

CW: kidnapping, silas is a freak for a brief moment

waaaaa !! so sorry this took so long !! thank you all for being so patient with me ! >w< <3

update: i mixed up garrick and silas' names im sorry im sorry its fixed now guys im so-

🌙 Its been a week since the townspeople found your house empty, your bedroom looking like something out of a mystery novel.

🌙 The bed was stained with blood and claw marks were dug deep into your bedframe with the moonlight illuminating your room through your broken window.

🌙 It looked as if you've been taken by a creature of the night, but weirdly enough, your luggage was nowhere to be found. Your closet and drawers had clothes missing and the painting you had just finished was gone.

🌙 Who could have done this?

🌙 "Garrick, it's your turn to drive!"

🌙 "Already?! Just one more minute Viktor~?"

🌙 You're being held hostage, no, hostage wasn't the right word..kidnapped? Enslaved maybe? who knows..All you know was that these..creatures..will never let you out of their sight.

🌙 You remember that night when you bore witness to their inhuman ways, they were at the foot of your bed when you took out the crucifix under your pillow and held it to Viktor, his eyes turning all red and he hissed at the holy figure.

🌙 "Ohoho! Our little mortal's smart!" Garrick grins, showing off his sharp fangs.

🌙 Silas tries to grab you but you dodge, but his long claws managed to cut your cheek, you couldn't say the same for your bedframe..

🌙 Viktor gets a hold of you and chuckles darkly at your cut, the red liquid bleeding out of it made his mouth water.

🌙 "My my~ What a fierce little minx you are my darling~" he coos with a raspy cold breath as he licks your wound. The feeling made your stomach churn and your spine shiver.

🌙 Garrick was busy making a mess of your room and stuffing your clothes in bags. Also stuffing a pair of your underwear in his shirt for himself.. "Come on you idiots! It's almost dawn!" He whisper-yells as he fiddles with the window's lock.

🌙 Silas rolls his eyes and kicks the window, breaking it and jumping through, with Garrick holding his hand.

🌙 You were confused beyond compare. Were they really gonna kidnap you?! What's gonna happen to you?! Should you scream for help?!

🌙 "I'm sorry for this Darling.." Viktor says softly before knocking you out.

🌙 Now back to the present, the 3 rode around in a caravan, a charming little wagon that doubled as a moving home of sorts. One went in front and drove while the other two looked after you or did other things.

🌙 Every escape attempt you had would end up in failure, their superhuman senses were no match for you.

🌙 "Garrick you said that 10 minutes ago!" Viktor growls at the younger vampire.

🌙 Garrick groans "Fiiiiiine!" He says before giving you one last hug and kiss and going out with a coat to shield him from the sun.

🌙 You had about 10 seconds to yourself before Viktor sits down next to you and pulls you onto his lap.

🌙 "Oh how I missed your warmth little mortal~" He purrs, kissing your neck which made you tense up in fear of his fangs. He feels your heart beat faster and smirks. "Am I making you nervous~?" He teases.

🌙 Silas comes over and smacks the dark-haired man on the head "Enough Viktor! Don't you think our precious little darling is frightened already?" he scolds before smiling down at you warmly. Viktor just rolls his eyes and buries his face into your neck.

🌙 He hands you a cup of tea and sits down across from you and Viktor "Drink up dear, mortals like you need to stay warm in the winter~"

🌙 Silas was the most respectful one out of the 3, he was always taking care of you and making sure the others didn't make you feel uncomfortable, but of course he was just as obsessive of you as they were.

🌙 Viktor is such a cuddle bug, always hugging you close every chance he gets. He'd even have the luxury to sleep with you, an activity he hasn't done in a while. He might not need to sleep, but just lying in bed with your adorable sleeping form was like being in heaven for him.

🌙 Garrick love love loves chatting with you. Rambling to you about people he's killed or jewelry he's looted off of his food weren't the best topics to talk about, but he's got no one else to talk to! And you are his darling after all!

🌙 And you could do nothing about any of it. You were treated like a glorified pet and there was no way to leave or escape of have any time for yourself..

🌙 It continued on like this until the caravan came to a stop by a small town. The weather was much colder now than it was in your hometown with rain softly pouring down from the sky.

🌙 Your heart drops, knowing what they're going to do here.

🌙 They all come off the caravan, Silas going to give the horses some food. You refused to leave the caravan in your anxiety-stricken state.

🌙 Garrick notices your nervousness and smiles, sitting next to you and putting his forehead to yours "Darling, you miss home don't you~?" he coos softly.

🌙 You nod slightly as you refuse to look at him or even move.

🌙 The vampire sighs and rests his head on your shoulder and holds your hand. "I know honey...but we won't hurt you! And besides, you don't know these people anyway! You scared we'll kill them and stuff? It's fine! We do it all the time!" He laughs. He wasn't making anything better..

🌙 "You're shit at comforting people Silas." Viktor looks at the red head with a deadpanned expression. "Oh up yours Vik!" Garrick rolls his eyes at him.

🌙 At least that made you lighten up a bit..

🌙 Garrick pulls you up from your seat and you get out of the caravan, rain hitting your face before the vampire opens up an umbrella and holds you close to him so you don't get wet.

🌙 "Its fine dear, this is the last stop before we head back to our new home~" Silas walks over and places a kiss on your cheek.

🌙 Wait..home?..

🌙 "Now gentleman! Who's hungry~?"

sorry this is a bit short ! but feel free to request or ask anything about these blorbos! i love em a lot !

#yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere male #oc yandere #yandere x male reader #tw yandere #monster #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster x you #monster x human #monster x reader #vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x you #female reader #x reader #yandere x female reader #fem reader #female #trans male #x male reader #male reader

[callme-darling]

I just need to be Vincent's little secretary 😍 running some errands, bringing him his coffee, or some lunch when he's too busy to remember that he has to eat... Wear tiny skirts and low cut shirts just to tease him, among other services 😊

anon, darling beloved anon, i adore you for this. this genuinely made me come up w like 3 oneshots/headcanons for being his secretary, so expect the rest to be posted sometime🤭

the little secretary

word count: ~550

warnings: fem reader, workplace flirting, implied age gap, nothing explicit (yet, heheh)

a/n: this was so much fun, i LOVE this concept

vincent works so hard, so it’s only natural that his secretary works as hard (if not harder). that very concept is the reason the last lady quit. but then came you—young, enthusiastic, and oh so pretty. vincent almost thought his coworker was playing a joke on him when you were introduced as his new personal assistant.

the tasks themselves usually weren’t too laborious. mostly a lot of organizing, filing, and administrative duties vincent didn’t have the time or energy to be bothered with. and you always completed them with a small smile and quiet “yes, sir”, something that never failed to get your supervisor’s eyes to linger on you for a thoughtful moment before he’d turn back to his desk to resume his own work.

and how, even in the coldest of winter, you’d still shuffle into the office in those tight little skirts of yours that should be a workplace violation, but no one says a word. vincent knows it’s technically his responsibility to reprimand you, but any thought of doing so disappears as soon as he sees you walk into his office, sheer black tights a poor attempt to cover what the skirts don’t. and, god, the heels. usually black or a muted red. he felt no better than pavlov’s dog when he’d hear the distinct, faint clacking come down the hallway, on alert and ready.

after a month or so, you became more comfortable and began to take genuine enjoyment in your eagerness to be of use. it started with a casual coffee offered from your hand every morning—black, one sugar—just the way he liked it. he’d always thank you with a small smile and nod, his fingers ghosting over yours for a moment before taking the cup.

then it developed to you wordlessly dropping off lunch from a restaurant downtown when you noticed his shoulders get tense with stress. occasionally you’d leave a handwritten note atop the parcel for him to find when he comes back from a meeting. ‘brb—went to the downtown office to drop off the files you approved. don’t forget to take a break.’ he’d never admit it aloud, but it was those kind acts of service that made his heart beat the quickest.

but while you were sickeningly sweet most days, you could also be painfully teasing the next. you’d get your nails done, a simple french manicure that he never failed to notice when you handed him a folder. and then his eyes would inevitably trail up your arm, only to see you’re wearing a new blouse. a new, and rather revealing blouse at that. he’d look away quickly, clear his throat, and nod that you were good to go back to whatever task he called you away from.

now vincent isn’t a dumb man, quite the contrary. he’d never admit out loud, but he knew the game you were playing. knew that you were strategic in how you toyed with him—giving just enough that, to the untrained eye, your little smiles and the pretty batting of your eyelashes were simply mannerisms of politeness. vincent, however, was quicker than most to catch on. you’re just in luck; he has his own games he likes to play too.

#ꕤ ₊˚✧ mailbox . #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi #anatomie d'une chute #anatomy of a fall vincent

[run2seob]

hand kisses

requested head cannons(?) — enjoy ~\(≧▽≦)/~ masterlist

SOOBIN

he would love hand kisses soo much

make him cookies? hand gets a smooch!

you beat him in a game? aggressive hand kiss!

and since you're so used to it, it may seem like the romantic part of it has faltered or left over time

but you still get the same butterflies whenever he mumbles anything against your hand

because he's big on affirming you about things too

bunny is always trying to make you smile :(

you could come into his room sulking and his automatic go to is small intimacy

the way the temperature rises in between you in every word that leaves his mouth is something he could think about for years

the second he mumbles an "i love you" into your hand

those three words brightened your day immediately, and only because they were spoken to you with the most tender voice and doe eyes looking up at you

or because you've fallen so hard that anything he says you take to heart

ahem ahem hence how you fall in love with him more everyday

YEONJUN

this man is so brave or nerdy when it comes to love

there's no inbetween for him??

he's infatuated to the max and either is

a.) dumb in love with all letters capital

b.) dumbly in love whilst trying to impress you

but i'm a nerd lover soo.. of course i'll write about dumb in love junnie

you're the only person he's loved as much as he does. the only person he views in a romantic sense.

so how could he mess this up?

deefffinitely pinned for years

and when he holds you close, your hand in his grasp

he softly pecks your hand and smiles cheekily because he thinks it's embarrassing that his cheeks are growing red

but you're dumb in love too, so you think it's the cutest thing you've ever seen

BEOMGYU

this is my option b boy

dumbly in love whilst trying to impress you?? what is that i see? the name beomgyu?

beomgyu with the best friends to lovers trope is my area so let me lose my voice advocating for this

after endless blind dates with guys who you never find to treat you right, all beomgyu can be is selfish

i mean, if someone you pinned over for years was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting their hair and looking stunning was in your line of sight...

i would be selfish too 🤷‍♀️

and what could he do?

he was set on believing you only set the title as a friend for him

if he had an imaginary red name tag, it would say "friend" in permanent marker just to set him straight

all his flirting attempts (holding eye contact while talking and miserably attempting to wink) went unnoticed or horribly wrong

between you two, there were never any talks about going anything further than just friends

you had noticed how his jacket always found it's way over your shoulders in winter, sure, but is that it?

was he going to take you out to dinner and kiss you under the low-lit lantern above your front door?

the answer: yes. but with how slow you're moving, you wouldn't find that out for a while.

your mind only thought about him as you reached the blind date

only about his touch and voice as you sat alone, waiting

waiting for.. a bit too long.

beomgyu, having turned your location on out of jealousy protection just had a hench to come to your date

what if this date went well? what if he lost his chance forever?

beomgyu probably ran all the red lights just to meet you ><

and was it worth it? yes. because you finally were with someone you loved

TAEHYUN

kang taehyun and intimacy.

i'm an advocate for beom's f2l yeah sure... but taehyun.

pink haired taehyun is forever my favorite because the stylist read my thoughts and gave me the look i wanted

old love.

i mean past marriage and past the "oh i'm so in love" stage

i mean sitting down at a couch with hung up portraits of you two on the walls

i mean scars on your hands from when you were young, hugging each other so tight that your nails dug into the other's skin

neither of you noticed though, both too happy to see each other

youthful love isn't something you two speak about in past tense

you talk a lot about your love, about the two of you and all circulating you

from your old friend's favorite drink being out of stock to a little kid complimenting your hair

it's not the same feeling as when talking with a best friend, but a feeling of caring and understanding

each word that flows off your tongue you know will reach the other's ears

sitting on the couch, fingers tied into his, you couldn't help but reminisce on the love of your teenage years.

you hadn't known taehyun too well, only falling for him from afar

it had been illegal to fall for taehyun, your friend already having an infatuation with him

but if you knew it was a plan for them to set you up with taehyun, it would've spared you oh so much trouble.

sneaking out after curfew for pecks even though you were allowed to date him now and nobody was watching

kisses peppered over each other's faces shown in bright red lipstick (none of you wore it, but who doesn't like putting on a show)

you swore to every year you've been in love with kang taehyun, to every second you grew older

that when he snuck a kiss on your hand and whispered the same words he did in your teenage years

you would never fall in love with anyone but him.

HYUKA

kai's first kisses but he's shy >__<

do you know how in some k-dramas, bullies will lead someone on and lean in for a kiss

and then take a photo?

the anticipation would rise and fall similarly

... hyuka would never bully you. don't get me wrong... i just think that he would lead you to think you're about to kiss and then panic so much that he contemplates running away

like.. seriously contemplates it.

you two have yet to make anything official, instead resorting to taking it slow with agreements from both ends

obviously you were okay with this because you didn't want to force kai into anything he wasn't prepared for

but you were over ready

this was your fifth date, and you finally got to go to the arcade you've been longing to go with

well, not quite. you're not a fan of loud and flashy places

still, you've wanted to go to this arcade with hyuka bad. you wanted to watch his smile grow and his eyes focus on a game he's never played before so he can laugh about it

(and infect you with his laugh which- psst. is what gave you the idea to come)

hands clinging onto kai's sleeve, you walked behind him. the confidence you feigned while presenting the idea was now far lost in your mind

flashing colors surrounded you, but hyuka's smile was bright enough to distract you.

"omo, y/n! look!" he called, pointing to the snorlax claw machine (that you both knew would be rigged)

when has that ever stopped anyone?

the answer should be every time.

or at least this time.

because the thirty minutes and thirty months of money you spent on one singular claw machine flew past like that

"i'll go get more points!" kai shouted over the speakers, running to do as he said.

his little jog made you blush, distracted as you realized you hit the "drop" button

oh?

when the accident makes the claw machine finally pick up a snorlax plushie, how can you be mad?

how could you be mad when kai smiled so brightly at you when you informed him?

and when with that happiness, you were led to the position with his hands on your waist

how one thing led to another, you aren't sure

you weren't sure when he would kiss you back, either

it was honestly awkward. your eyes were closed as you simply waited for a kiss.

waiting for a kiss?? waiting... again??

finally opening your eyes, you feel a peck on your hand, and your eyes widened further than intended.

even without moving your hand, you saw hyuka hiding his shy giggles behind the snorlax plush.

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[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY Winter Tales

Ghostly Winds

For @chaoslordjoe

Jaune and Yang smiled as they watched Tristan and Lionel shape their snowmen. While most children would make simple snowpeople with sticks for arms, stones for eyes and a carrot nose, Tristan and Lionel decided to go all out and make snow sculptures. Tristan's was a knight wielding a sword in both hands, while Lionel's was a puppy with a bone in its mouth. Jaune chuckled as he picked up the younger of the two.

Jaune: Seems like we have ourselves two artisans in the making.

Lionel: *chuckles* You know it! I already have a name for this dog right here.

Jaune: Oh? What is it?

Lionel: Gelert! Just like in the story of the Loyal Dog.

Jaune: Awwww, that's really sweet! I'm sure Gelert would appreciate the tribute.

Yang: What about you, little man? Who's this handsome fellow supposed to be?

Tristan: That's me. Some day, I wanna be a great knight! Just like the ones in Vale!

Yang: *nods head* Very nice! Saving kingdoms, swinging swords and riding off in stylish armour.

Tristan: You know it! But if that doesn't work, I can always be like you and Jaune. A Witcher for hire.

Yang: ...you want to be a Witcher?

Tristan: Eh, maybe. But only if I can't be a knight.

Yang: I see... oh... *frowns*

Tristan: Hm? Are you okay?

Yang: ...you know, I think it's about time you went off to bed! *smiles nervously*

Lionel: Aw what?

Tristan: But it's not even dark yet.

Jaune: Boys, listen to your mother. Night falls faster in winter. Come on now, scoot.

Jaune and Yang hurried back inside and tucked in their children to bed. In the living room, Yang cast Igni on the candles and warmed her hands. She had a saddened look on her face.

Jaune: *places blanket over her* Is everything alright? You seem tense.

Yang: *sighs* Of course I'm tense. Tristan wants to be a Witcher.

Jaune: *raises eyebrow* That's what got you worried? Come on, he's a kid. They're always saying silly things like that.

Yang: But what if he's serious about this? Ever since we took him in after his father died, he's always looked up to us. He sees as heroes, even after some of the terrible things we've done.

Jaune: Isn't that a good thing? He doesn't see us as monsters.

Yang: I know, but our life as Witchers isn't what I want for him. It's filled with pain, blood, hatred. *carresses his cheek* We're a family now and I don't want him to face the kind of dangers we did.

Jaune: *holds Yang* He won't, don't worry. Look, I know you love him, Lionel too, but I think you're letting this get to your head a little. Kids change their mind all the time. Remember when Lionel was adamant about hating turnips. One bite of your roast changed that and now he begs for more every day.

Yang: *chuckles* Yeah, you're probably right. I guess I just didn't realise how hard being a mom would be. *turns to Jaune and kisses him* Thank you, sweetheart.

Jaune: Always. Now can I get some of that blanket? It's freezing.

Yang: *laughs and opens the blanket* Get in here.

Jaune sat on Yang's lap as she draped the blanket over both of them. Outside, the snow started fall heavier and the wind picked up. The sound of hooves thundered the ground as a group of knights in jet black armour raced across the landscape. They screeched and howled, their eyes glowing red as hot flames. Any who came into contact with them would never see their old life, their souls now belonging to the riders. Many nations and kingdoms across Remnant feared them, for they were wraiths that brought the omen of war. They were the Wild Hunt... and they were sending a message.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fanon #rwby winter tales #the witcher #rwby oc #jaune arc #yang xiao long #tristan arc long #lionel arc long #dragonslayer #rwby dragonslayer #dragonslayer rwby #jaune x yang #yang x jaune #yang xiao long x jaune arc #jaune arc x yang xiao long #the wild hunt

[miabebe]

Christmas With Seventeen

Scenarios of what I think Christmas season will be like with the Seventeen members :)

A/n - this is my first time writing fluff, I don't do fluff, like ever. Guess I'm in a mood this holiday season. Mild suggestive if you squint hehe. It's not proof read, specially since I'm a day late with this lol, will fix the tenses and mistakes later, sorry!

Seungcheol - Christmas Homebody

Seungcheol absolutely loves Christmas. He would be so excited the days leading up to it. He loves accompanying you to shop for decorations (of course he makes sure to pay for every last thing). He loves noticing even the small things you look and smile at so he can buy and gift them to you (the man truly spoils you). He loves watching you decorate the Christmas tree and loves it even more when you ask him to help put the ornaments up where you can't reach.

But the colder it gets, he turns into a homebody, preferring to stay in rather than going out, like he promised he would this year. As compensation, he obediently sits and binge watches your favourite rom coms (that he too obviously loves and secretly cries through). What he loves most is when the two of you cuddle under the sheets by the fire place, in a way that allows him to place soft kisses behind you ear time and again. This was all he ever wanted.

Jeonghan- Christmas Adventurer 

Jeonghan hates the winter cause the cold is truly not his best ally but when it comes to an adventure, he's always down. Jeonghan loves making precious memories so taking you to the skii cabin that he used to go to as a child is just another way for him to make a great memory even better. (Plus, he'd also get to show off his mad skills on the slopes). That being said, the man still hates the cold so do expect the mornings to start with a lot of never ending whining of wanting to stay in bed, wrapped up with you.

Once you manage to drag him out though, drowning him in thick layers of clothes, he's unstoppable and a totally different man - excited, mischievous, hurling snowballs at you, tackling you into a snow fight filled with kisses and giggles. In the evening, when the whole family gathers in the lounge for a lego building competition, he's his most serious self, and you watch him, smiling to yourself over a hot cup of chocolate.

Joshua- Christmas Dinner Host 

Shua is truly a people's person. He's always celebrated Christmas quite traditionally given his childhood in the US. For him, its all about family and company so he's definitely down to host a Christmas dinner in his house. There's Secret Santa, drunk friends loudly singing carols and everyone is just having a good time. He doesn't like watching you spend so many long and tiring hours in the kitchen cooking up a feast so his dinners are always a potluck.

Oh and of course, there's always a dress code - Joshua needs a little madness in his life so costumes is where he lets himself get crazy. Last year, everyone had to dress up in their ugliest Christmas sweater and this year too he's surely up to not good, you just don't know what yet. What you do know, is that nearing midnight, once he kicks everyone out, he'll come back and throw himself onto you in the bed, kissing you softly before the two of you fall asleep, tired but happy.

Jun - Christmas Dancer

Christmas isn't really a huge deal for Jun. He's just happy to get a few days off to celebrate some festivities and spend some time with you. Come Christmas he's taking you out to your favourite restaurant which he reserved weeks ago. After that, he takes you for a surprise - a night of salsa dancing downtown. The two of you dance for hours, laughing and spinning away. He loves watching you move in the dress you've been dying to wear, stealing little kisses whenever he can. He can also see all those other men glance at you more than often but he doesn't care - He knows you only have eyes for him.

At the end of the night, when your feet cannot take the heels anymore, he offers to give you his shoes which you promptly reject, it would be too cold for him. So instead, he decides to carry you till the train station on his back, your arms tightly wrapped around him, only regretting his decision when you start playfully whispering graphic and inappropriate things in his ear.

Hoshi - Unconventional Christmas

Hoshi doesn't follow trends, he sets them. For him it's all about standing out, making new traditions, thinking out of the box. That's why there's an upside down Christmas tree and Christmas gloves instead of stockings in your house. Though there are some (cringey) traditions he strictly follows like wearing matching pajamas while video calling both your families. Of course he was  disappointed when you rejected his tiger pajama idea yet again but he was still happy to wear the red and green ones you bought.

He also likes to sit you on the kitchen counter and cook something you like, definitely with your instructions and guidance. When you clean up for the night, surprisingly, he's not giving you company. Instead, you discover, he's busy building a blanket fort in the middle of your living room, filling it with pillows, fairy lights and a mini projector. You're not really sure what movie you watched that night. Not with the two of you busy with hands roaming around each other amidst the sheets.

Wonwoo - Christmas is all about You

For Wonwoo, any holiday is a good opportunity for him to engage in some of his more favourite activities like gaming for hours on the end. But he knows how much you love Christmas so this holiday is entirely yours, he'll do whatever you want. This year you dress him up to match your outfit and take him to the Christmas market, roaming from stall to stall, dragging him excitedly. Not only does he sweetly follow you, carrying all the excessive shopping you've done, he also makes it a point to capture every reaction of yours on that camera of his.

His favourite photo is probably the one of you looking up at the night sky in awe at the first snow of the year - you look so damn beautiful, he can just keep watching you for hours on the end. When he notices you slightly shivering, he wraps you in his jacket, pulling you close. The soft kiss you give him on his nose gives him all the warmth he needs.

Woozi - Christmas at work

Christmas for Woozi doesn't necessarily mean a holiday. Of course the company gave him the week off but he has deadlines to meet. On Christmas day though, he mentally prepares himself to leave earlier than usual but you know, like always, he'll get too immersed in his work and forget the time. You decide to bring Christmas to him instead so when he wakes in his studio on Christmas morning, you're already there, decorating the place, earning his fond smile.

The two of you spend hours there, you watching him work and him making you listen to some of his tracks in progress. He loves the way your eyes shine when you listen to his songs, that's why you find yourself being pulled into his lap, lips trapped in a deep kiss. When he pulls away, much to your surprise, he asks to head back home. He was serious when he decided to wrap up his work earlier than usual - He wants nothing more than to be with you, in the peace of your home, alone.

Seokmin - Handmade Christmas

Seokmin loves the little Christmas traditions you follow - buying a new ornament for the tree every year, making your very own Christmas wreath and baking that delicious log cake you always make without fail. This year he wants to switch things up a bit so he's been going to classes for a while now, learning pottery and clay modelling secretly. He gifted you the most beautiful handmade coffee mug for Christmas (knowing your habit of having a cup first thing in the morning) but he has more in mind - he wants the two of you to sit together and make this year's new ornament for the tree.

He guides you, teaching you patiently but also laughing at your little mishaps and failings. The lesson ends with a new angel figurine hanging on the tree and the two of you smothered with clay and paint on the floor under it, laughing against each others lips. It makes him all the more happier when you slide him a scarf that you made, after weeks of secret knitting classes.

Mingyu - Christmas Cooking

Of course Mingyu is the most excited about the food and booze when it comes to Christmas. He's been working on his own batch of cherry wine for weeks now and wow does it taste amazing. He's also got some mulled wine that he started making, but that's for after dinner. Speaking of dinner, he loves switching up the menu every year and on this year's list are mostly desserts, which means hours of baking together. He absolutely loves the little icing and decorations you've done on the gingerbread cookies - that crazy creative side of yours always amuses him.

Obviously he's also made a huge Christmas playlist and is blasting them on the speakers through the day. He's also randomly pulling you into the living room for a dance, making sure the two of you somehow, end up under the mistletoe so he can sneak in a few mandatory kisses. It's only when you're both slightly tipsy and settling into the couch for the night that he considers it to be a successful day.

Myungho - Artsy Christmas

Well, if there's a new exhibition in town, of course Myungho was going to take a look. Except, the last day was exactly at the time his year end break started, which meant he only just missed the chance to see it. When he messaged the organisers that he was sad to have missed their show and would love to catch them next year, they immediately responded saying they were willing to open the exhibition one more night, just for him. And you too of course.

That's how on Christmas evening, the two of you found yourself having a little museum date, with the whole space all to yourself. For a while he walked around excitedly talking about the history and artists of various pieces but the night eventually ended with some horribly inaccurate but hilarious impressions of paintings. Safe to say, the both you have new wallpapers on your phone now - a picture of him kissing you in front of the painting of a lady who looks mortified.

Seungkwan - Christmas with Family

You were pleasantly surprised when Seungkwan surprised you with 2 plane tickets to go back and see you family this holiday. He was familiar with your family through phone calls and video chats but he still hadn't met them in person and you weren't sure if Christmas was the right time for that considering your whole extended family would be home. You hoped for the best as the two of you got home, but honestly, there could be nothing better than this.

He fit into your family perfectly -  everyone loved him, they were always laughing when he was around, even the family dog seemed to always want to sit by him. Your favourite moment though was watching him sitting in the middle of your many nieces and nephews, reading them a whole bunch of Christmas tales. When he looked up and smiled at you, you sent all the kids off for dinner, pulling him for a deep kiss before softly suggesting the two of you go off to start a family of your own.

Vernon - Christmas Overseas

Vernon didn't think Christmas would turn out like this -  Flying into Paris on the Christmas morning, attending the brand event in the afternoon and the after party at night - it was not a part of his plan at all. The only good thing that came out if it was that you agreed to join him. He was glad the two of you had a chance to fly in a private plane early in the morning. And that you were cozily sitting next to him along the run way. And that you looked so absolutely stunning in that black gown his team put you in for the after party.

That's why after he made an appearance and posed for a few pictures, he softly held your hand and lead you out, escaping silently from the paps. Then he called for a horse carriage fit for royalty, claiming you look like no less than one and sat, his arm wrapped around you safely. As you drove into the night, snow falling prettily, he left soft kisses on your neck, sighing that he was so happy you're here with him.

Dino - (Un)planned Christmas

Dino had been dying to get out of the country for days now. He knew you too were sick and tired of the cold and were in desperate need of a retreat. That's why for the year end holidays, he planned a trip to Greece, knowing it was on your bucketlist for years now. He made sure to plan the perfect vacation, the right blend of touristy things and relaxing activities.

On Christmas day though, he didn’t forget to give you his gift - a lovely blue dress for a special dinner. He also rented out that convertible you're always talking about (in the exact same colour as the dress he got you) and drove you into the sunset, blasting the mixtape that you gifted him. It was absolutely perfect, just the two of you in your own world until it began pouring rain, forcing him to quickly pull up into a nearby shelter. But when Dino watched you getting wet, enjoying the rain on your own as he tried to fix the hood of the convertible, he gave up and joined you, laughing as he ducked away from your water attack and pulled you into a long kiss.

#seventeen fluff #seungcheol fluff #scoups fluff #Jeonghan fluff #Jisoo fluff #Joshua fluff #Jun fluff #wen junhui fluff #Hoshi fluff #soonyoung fluff #Wonwoo fluff #woozi fluff #jihoon fluff #Seokmin fluff #dokyeom fluff #dk fluff #mingyu fluff #myungho fluff #minghao fluff #seungkwan fluff #vernon fluff #hansol fluff #dino fluff #chan fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen series #seventeen Christmas

[fellominaarcher]

GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA

1, An Agreement

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SM CONFERENCE ROOM

"WHAT?!"

That cry caused the entire building to tremble, ranging in magnitude from 2.5 to 5.4, which was enough to cause some minor damage.

The girls and the other room staff members clung to each other for dear life.

Karina's mind was spinning with a moment of scepticism.

The producer bowed his head. "Yes, Karina, as I just said," he said again.

"We chose Jang Y/N as your spouse in this new WGM show, and our staffs also discussed it with her group," the conversation continued.

The girls' expressions of disbelief remain unchanged.

Winter let out a sigh. "But this is also good because it will bring Aespa to the forefront because her girl group is a little older than ours," the lead vocalist suggested.

Another member of staff stepped in. "If Jimin refuses, we may have to choose other girls," the staff informed.

The staff and the producer exchanged glances as they raised their shoulders.

Only the girls and Jimin knew why she sighed in frustration.

"That's all for today; hopefully your management will call us once we've reached an agreement," the producer spoke as he stood up.

The crews from We Got Married had already left, leaving only the girls and their staffs in the room.

Ningning looked at her leader "So, how's now unnie?" she queried.

"I believe MYs are supportive," Karina responded, her hand was massaging the bridge of her nose.

Giselle caressed her back. "We should talk more with our management because we know this industry," the Japanese girl suggested.

"We definitely don't have options," Giselle concluded.

In the same conference room

Unfortunately for Aespa, today is the last discussion before they meet YN's group, DayDream.

The subject of death or whatever else. This is the type of discussion where the final decision will be made.

Aespa's leader sat cautiously in her chair, but her heart was racing the entire time.

The surface simply does not meet.

After a few minutes of waiting for the crews to arrive with DayDream, they're finally here.

Maybe that's a good thing?

Minjeong said to Karina, "Hey, look at there," and she alerted the older one.

Karina's gaze was drawn to DayDream, where she hoped to find the previously discussed Jang Y/N.

The first impression.

Mr. Producer presented DayDream excitedly, and the girl group bowed and introduced themselves.

Aespa got to their feet, bent down, and introduced themselves as well on Karina's cue.

DayDream took their seats, which were opposite Aespa's.

The producer began, glancing at Y/N. "So, DayDream, do you want to change the participant?" Y/N sat across from Minjeong.

They exchanged a few whispers before nodding in agreement.

"We haven't yet decided about changing the participant," Yurim, DayDream's leader, stated.

"But, we agreed for Y/N to appear on the show," the DayDream leader stated.

"Because she's one of our most popular members, so that's the decision." Oh Yurim concluded.

DayDream nodded in agreement, Jang Y/N, the group's second visual and lead vocalist.

"So we thought she'd be perfect with any of the Aespa members, because they're all incredibly gorgeous and talented," the leader continued.

The producer, Mr Seung Sik, nodded as he listened to them.

He exhaled deeply. "I completely agree on this one," he said, looking around.

"Since Aespa hasn't decided which member they'd send over," appears to be a continuation.

While reading the page in his notepad, he swirled his pen.

The man in his mid-forties coughed asked, "Why not, either Karina or Winter?" while pointing at those two.

When this happens, they usually choose the most beautiful and popular members of a kpop group.

Giselle sighed, remembering how difficult it was for the chosen members.

She held hands with Winter; strangely, the four girls appeared nervous and tense.

"I'll do it," Winter offered, raising her hand to volunteer.

Y/N was taken aback, but she nodded in agreement.

Karina grabbed Winter's hand. "No, let's give it some thought first!" She quickly stepped in.

Her face was flushed with worries. "Give us until 11:59 p.m., and I'll call you personally," the girl spoke as she stood up.

She sighed and walked out of there as quickly as she could.

Everyone was taken aback by the unexpected mini-outburst.

Aespa was excused by Giselle as they all exited the room simultaneously.

NIGHT TIME

Aespa's dorm

Ningning shook her head and looked at Karina. "Geez, understandable girl," she muttered as she chewed.

Winter nodded as well.

Karina groaned in frustration as she buried her head in her arms.

Giselle rolled her eyes and walked over to Karina.

She knelt down. "I understand you're still struggling with your sexuality, which is why you're acting this way," she patted the girl's shoulder.

Everyone nodded and agreed silently, knowing that their leader is a young woman struggling with her sexuality.

WGM was completely responsible for her agitation.

"It's fine, unnie. Perhaps this show will allow you to dive deep." Minjeong stated her point of view.

Karina's head jerked up, startling Giselle as she stood up and fished her phone from her back pocket.

"This girl, tch..." Giselle reprimanded in hushed tones.

Later that night...

She typed the name of the person she wanted to call while her hands trembled. Her breath does as well.

Fuck it. She thought to herself.

She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear, waiting for it to ring.

The PD finally answered the phone after about 7 seconds of waiting.

"Oh Karina!" he exclaimed, laughing.

"Hello..." she sighed from the other side.

"I decided that I would be in the show," Jimin said of her desire to appear on the TV show.

A second of silence "Wow- this really surprised me!" he exclaimed.

The man laughed happily, "This is really great, I'll inform SM and the other related staffs," he explained the process to her.

"I hope I don't come to regret my decision," the beautiful woman said.

"Don't worry, I promise you won't regret it!" he sighed, still pleased with Karina's decision.

"We'll get started next week, as scheduled," the PD said.

To acknowledge him, she simply nodded and hummed.

That's it, see you," she said hastily, her tone turning icy.

Her mood completely changed, and she abruptly ended the call, while three mouseketeers eavesdropped behind her.

They immediately rushed to her and gave her a group hug when she turned around and stared at them with a defeated expression.

Hours later

12:38am

DINGG!!

The girl was alerted by her phone, causing her to awaken from her somnolent state of slumber.

She grunted, realising she had forgotten to turn off her phone before going to bed.

The girl took her phone from the nightstand, which caused her eyes to widen.

There will be no more sleepyheads.

She stared at the text for a moment, not knowing who it was from.

typing...

Woah, who is this and why is Yoo Jimin being referred to as a goddess?

She took a deep breath and tapped out her reply.

When she realised who she was speaking to, she groaned loudly while rolling her eyes.

But the girl also feels terrible about acting like this to her supposed future wife.

For the sake of the fans, this is the person who will engage in all of the romantic activities with her.

Can't be helped because Karina has a rather rocky past and fell in love with a former close friend from school.

She quickly falls in love.

That is Karina's issue; as a result, her friend have traumatised her.

The read receipt that Y/N had left on the screen caused Jimin to pause for a moment as she gave it some thought.

Is it possible that I offended her?

She was still staring at the unsaved number as she went to edit and save it in her phone.

Jang Y/N?

She saved her phone number with a question mark at the end of her name.

The girl exited their chatroom; Y/N is still active, but she hasn't responded.

Jimin was literally left on read.

She let out a sigh. "Perhaps I did that," she murmured, referring to the fact that she had offended Y/N.

She decided not to care, as much as she wanted to.

The girl muted her phone and set it back on the nightstand.

She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.

Got Married chapters

#Spotify #aespa smut #karina smut #karina x reader #karina #aespa karina #karina imagines #karina aespa #karina x fem reader #aespa imagines #aespa x reader #aespa fluff

[bramble-scramble]

Music of the Night - Chapter Five

Hello everyone!

I've known how this story would end for most of a year, but just... haven't gotten around to writing it. I guess because of how depressing it is!! But maybe I had to wait for the return of the bleak and dark winter in which this story was born, to get me back in the mood. Here we are!

There will probably be two parts left after this, unless I end up going overboard. I'd love to wrap this up by the end of January, but we'll see.

If a bit of body horror and an unhappy ending will bother you, don't read the rest of this story. But if you're like YES, GIVE ME THE ANGST, well... enjoy!(?)

Chapter One - In Sleep He Sang to Me

Chapter Two - Do I Dream Again?

Chapter Three - Our Strange Duet

Chapter Four - To Glance Behind

Chapter Five - Those Who Have Seen Your Face

Woodrow’s mind was a blur as he propelled himself away from Sweetlopek’s home. He put one foot in front of the other, clutching the two shirts wrapped over his arm, trying not to think about the brief image of Dryad crying- something he had never seen before.

Before he knew it he was back at the lonely cabin. He wasn’t really sure how long he had been gone, and he wondered if Phantom had finished his bathing. He gently gave a knock at the shack’s flimsy door. “Phantom? May I come in?”

“Please do,” came the sing-song answer. His voice sounded so merry, in contrast to everything else on the planet, that the warden couldn't resist a smile. He opened the door, and his eyes met with something… wonderful.

It was Phantom, on the bed, surrounded by dirty and blackened little rags- but he had undergone a transformation. Most of his fur was clean, his hair still a mess but no longer matted and stringy, and he even looked a little less sick and exhausted, although perhaps it was merely his obvious good mood at being able to groom himself and let his glorious form shine through. He almost looked normal, aside from the mask, and the fur and skin of his torso transitioning into a pitch-black belly that still was filled to bursting with darkmess.

And he was naked.

The warden’s eyes widened behind his glasses, and he looked at the floor sheepishly. Come now, you fool, there’s nothing wrong with seeing a fellow-rabbid with no clothes on, he told himself… but it was always odd to see one when they were normally accustomed to wearing them. Still, something else was going on here besides the situation being unusual.

“You’re back at last!” said the ghost joyfully, as Woodrow made his way over to the bedside, still not looking at him, but instead noting Phantom’s ruined clothes which had been folded up and laid on the floor. “And I see you succeeded in your quest for vestments.”

“Mm-hmm,” said the warden, draping the shirts onto the back of the room’s chair. “How did, ah-” he stammered, “How did- you look like you’ve done well for yourself- did you manage to get everything off?”

“Well, mostly,” said the ghost. “I am afraid it might come back, in due time, but for now I feel like a new man. However- I believe there are some spots on my back I could not quite reach…”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate!” Woodrow slowly forced himself to meet the other’s face, and rather than echoing his expression of concern, Phantom was smiling cheerfully. “I- that won’t do at all. I suppose I, I must assist you… if that’s alright-”

Phantom noticed that the other was downright shaking with nerves. What a silly, precious fool, he thought. What is there to be so nervous about?

“Mr. Woodrow,” he said, leaning forward and suddenly taking the warden by the paw. “Are you alright? Are you cold?”

“I- no, no, not at all, quite the opposite, it’s only- I, I worry for you, I suppose, and for my own skill. At being a doctor. At caring for you.” Even his paw seemed tense within the grasp of the other.

“You are doing very well so far, for something so far outside of your normal job,” said the ghost smoothly. “I am well satisfied with your bedside manner.”

Phantom felt the smaller paw relax. “I’m glad to hear it,” said the warden softly. “Let us get to work then.”

He sat down beside the larger figure on the bed, and took up the soap and a clean rag. Phantom turned, and indeed on the middle of his back were several stubborn and hardened patches of darkmess. The poet wet the cloth, rubbed some of the precious soap into it, and got to work gently scrubbing between his patient’s shoulders. The patches of dried goo began to slowly soften and break down.

For a little while, neither of them talked. And then:

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No. It feels most wonderful.”

Woodrow was calm now. The gentle scrubbing motion… the fact that Phantom’s upper body was somehow warm, despite everything… the progress he was making… he felt like, at least for the moment, he could wash away everything unpleasant around him, just as he was doing for his patient.

But soon Woodrow noticed something. “Ah… we are almost out of water in this bucket. I should go to the well…”

But there was a tiny rumble of thunder, and Jinx - the little cloud - positioned herself above the bucket. She began to rain into it; and soon it had filled again by several more inches.

Woodrow smiled. “Oh, of course! You are ever so good at filling buckets, after all.”

Phantom was also grinning in amusement. “I say, what a helpful little companion you have! That water is… clean, I take it?”

“As clean as you could ask for. As fresh as that from the well or a spring, at the very least.” Jinx had seemingly exhausted herself for the moment, and now - slightly smaller, and quite more transparent, she floated up to their eye level and gave a bob. “Thank you, my friend,” said Woodrow happily, and then she - barely visible - excused herself through a hole in the wall, doubtless to work on replenishing her supply.

Woodrow was so used to Jinx’s presence that he scarcely thought of her as another being, but perhaps Phantom did, for now that the two of them were alone, something about the atmosphere changed. As Woodrow worked his way down his patient’s back, Phantom sighed.

“Portafortuna,” he said. “I… I truly must express my gratitude. For your care, your attention, your kindness. I am sure I do not deserve it.”

“Oh, Phantom!” replied the other passionately. “Why would you ever say such a thing? Of course you do. You little know how much joy it has brought me, to have someone to care for.”

“Well,” said the ghost. “Mon gardien… there is something that I want to tell you. It is only right that you know.”

“Mmmhmm?”

The ghost turned to meet his companion’s eyes, and as the poet’s hands were full, he rested his own paws on Woodrow’s knees instead. “This is my fault. Everything that has happened to me. I am not a victim. I chose this.”

Woodrow blinked his green-blue eyes behind his glasses, sitting there helplessly with a chunk of soap in one hand and a rag in the other. ”Whatever do you mean?”

“What I mean is that some time ago, Cursa came to me, when I was low and desperate. And I did not refuse her. I did not fight her. I… let her take me. Control me. The loss of my will in exchange for power. She made me a deal, and I agreed to it.”

The warden was silent for a moment, still frozen in place. “....We all make mistakes,” he said, wanting to offer something, but still in shock, not fully understanding.

“Oh, trust me, I have made many mistakes,” said the ghost sadly, looking down. “But this is the largest one by far. No decision has ever been so dreadful.”

“But you came to regret it?” said Woodrow. “Surely you must have. You are fighting it now- her influence. That is all that matters.”

“You are too kind to me,” said the ghost. “I… I do not deserve it. I do not know all that I have done, under her influence. I have spent much of the past month unconscious, or blind and trapped within my own mind, not knowing what my body is doing.” Woodrow looked at his face, and saw there a dread and regret that shook him to his core.

“I do not know what I have done,” he repeated.

“Oh, Phantom,” said the poet in despair. “It’s… we all have our moments of weakness and misery. What you did while being possessed was nary your fault. You made a bad decision, and since then you have come to your senses.” He put the soap and rag down, and touched Phantom on the side of his cheek. “You are no longer under her influence. If so, you would never admit such things to me. You wouldn’t be trying, body and mind, to rid yourself of this curse. You are yourself, your wonderful self. Oh, Tom- may I call you that?”

The ghost nodded.

“Tom, I… thank you for telling me the truth. But it does not change my feelings for you. My- my desire to care for you, that is. If anything, it only makes them stronger. We must get the darkmess out of you, for I know it must chew at your conscience, your very soul, as well as your body.”

Phantom smiled, and… a tear ran down from his unmasked eye. “Poet of the woods,” he said, “you are far more than one such as I deserves.”

“Well,” said the poet, “the universe gives me what it thinks I deserve. And if it gave you to me as a curse and a burden… well, the joke is on the Fates, for it is a burden I am happy to bear. Now… let’s get back to work, shall we?”

Woodrow took up the rag again, and gently pushed Phantom to turn his body back around. After a few more moments of silence, working down his back, Phantom suddenly asked: “If you are to call me Tom… may I call you Tristan?”

Woodrow stopped for a moment in his scrubbing, and his ears perked up. “Oh!! Yes- yes, if you wish. That would be lovely. But… how did you know?” Even most of Woodrow’s own poetry volumes omitted his first name, leaving only his initials. He liked his first name, very much so, and yet- it had always been somewhat private to him. It was not often he heard it from the mouth of another.

“Ah… it was in your journal. The inside cover.”

“So you looked…”

“I did not read anything personal! But- well, yes, I did go looking through for your scraps of poetry, I must admit. I was curious. I had to have a taste of your work. I hope you shall forgive me.”

“Well. Only if you liked it,” said the writer playfully.

“I did, Tristan,” said the singer. “I liked it very much.”

And for the next few minutes, while Woodrow finished up the washing, the two continued to talk. Phantom felt the relief of finally being honest, and Woodrow felt the joy of getting to talk about his inspirations and subject matter, and without verbalizing it, the pair both knew that they felt very close. Safe, trusted and trusting. Complete.

“Well, I think that’s the last of it,” said the poet as he draped the now-dirty cloth over the side of the bucket. “You are positively sparkling.”

Phantom smiled, attempting to turn his head to see his back. “Thank you, good doctor,” he said. And then suddenly his face grew serious. “But now that we are done with this, and I feel fresh and in charge of my senses… there is one more thing I must ask of you.”

Woodrow nodded, now ready for anything. “Yes.”

Phantom pointed a paw at the mask that still occupied the right side of his face, also extending up into a long, straight ear in addition to the two of his own. “This,” he said. “This mask… when I first came to after Cursa claimed me, she had somehow placed it on me. It is a mark and brand of her power over me. Since that day, I have been unable to remove it. I think the darkmess has fused it too tightly to my visage… but, if you were to use that special soap… then perhaps, finally…”

Woodrow nodded in excitement. Could this be the cure, indeed? If they were to get that mask off, then would he stop producing the terrible slime? Would he be free?

“I shall try my best,” said the poet. “Now, lay back and let me get to work.”

Phantom did so, resting his head on the bed’s flat and pathetic pillow, and Woodrow sat in the chair by the bedside. With his hands and yet another cloth (he was glad he had brought pretty much his entire home collection) he began to work a soapy lather under the edges of the mask, between its hard form and Phantom’s soft fur. Soon, the hardened darkmess that had glued it to Phantom’s face was no longer visible, and he slid the rag as far as he could get it under the mask. The ghost’s other eye was closed, trying to stay peaceful and calm despite his anticipation.

“Alright, Tom,” said the poet at last. “I think this is the best I can do. I will have to try and pull it off now. Let me know if it’s hurting, alright?”

Phantom opened his eye. “I will,” he said. “And yet… if it hurts, I want you to keep going. It will probably cause me some pain. Agony, even. But you need to get it off.”

“Tom!! Well, I'd that's the case, I couldn’t possibly…”

“I am prepared,” said the other, deadly serious. “Please. You have to get it off, no matter what.”

Woodrow’s face darkened with worry. “A-alright,” he said. “I’ll try. Well then… are you ready?”

The other nodded.

“So… in order to get leverage, I think I’ll have to-” he climbed onto the bed next to Phantom again, and then sat on his chest, his legs splayed across on either side. So eager and afraid was he to begin this process that all embarrassment and demureness had gone out the window, and he was not even conscious of the boldness of his current position. “Alright then. Here goes.”

He reached the edges of his paws under the sides of the mask, and with all his strength, began to pull. It lifted a little bit, although the more flexible and stretchy darkmess deeper inside held tight, and wouldn’t let it lift more than an inch or so.

Phantom hissed, gritting his teeth, biting his lip.

“Tom, I- I can stop-”

“No. Keep going.”

Woodrow swallowed, and pulled even harder. Something snapped and gave way, and the mask lifted up another couple inches. But at the same time, Phantom let out a yelp like an injured dog.

“AAAAIIIIEGGH–”

“Phantom!” cried Woodrow, though he did not let go.

The ghost-rabbid’s eyes were closed in pain, and it took him a moment- through ragged breath, to speak.

“KEEP. GOING.”

In an agony of his own, Woodrow kept pulling with all his might. He focused his strength into a concentrated yank, and another strand of darkmess seemed to break- and with it another scream of pain, of such volume that it shook the dilapidated walls of the shack. Jinx had appeared again, coming through a broken window and taking up residence at Woodrow’s shoulder, to see what the emergency was. And so too did a figurative cloud darken Woodrow’s face, and his voice cracked and broke.

“Tom-”

The ghost was gasping, tears emerging from his pinched-shut eye.

“Pull…” he said weakly.

“Tom, I can’t-”

“PULL!”

Woodrow felt a tear drop from one of his own eyes, and gave another yank. The mask was now a full foot or so away from Phantom’s face, but still attached by a stubborn mass of black sludge. Phantom screamed, and dust rained down from the roof as the tiny cabin rocked under the power of his voice. Every scream impaled Woodrow’s heart, so deep and raw was the anguish they conveyed. He could now see Phantom’s face under where the mask had been, and took a peek-

He was horrified. He saw no face there, no eye, just a mass of darkmess… and in fact, more was now gradually bubbling up, spilling out. As if he had unsealed an accursed well. As if- as if there was nothing there anymore, no skin or flesh or fur or ectoplasm or whatever made up Phantom’s body- just an opening into the sludge that now filled in his innards, and it was now springing up like a fountain.

Phantom screamed again, and the unsealed well of darkmess began to bubble up and outwards, dribbling out towards his other eye, down towards his moustache, his mouth, off the side of his face, into his hair again, in rivulets towards his neck, like thick black blood from an open wound-

Woodrow shrieked, and could not take it anymore. He knew not what to do. He had to stem the tide- he pressed the mask back down onto Phantom’s face, quickly and firmly. Phantom groaned in defeated exhaustion, as Woodrow snatched up the rag and wiped the new mess off of his face, quickly but gently- from his lips, from around his eyes, his forehead and neck. Then he tossed the rag aside, and weakly, sobbing, he collapsed over his companion’s body, their faces side by side and touching, Woodrow’s glasses pushed up and off of his face.

“Oh, Tom, I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, hugging the soft and warm body of his patient. “I’m so sorry. I cannot… I can’t. This might require an expert.”

There was no answer for a moment. The warden was unsure if his companion was even conscious. But then he stirred, his large arms wrapping himself around the poet, hugging him back.

“It’s alright,” he said softly. “You tried your best.” His eye opened, and he smiled a sad smile. “Thank you, Tristan.” He caressed the poet’s cheek, dreamily- and then suddenly his eye widened, and he frowned. “But you must get up now. Remember, you cannot fall asleep here.”

“I hardly care anymore…”

“No,” said Phantom firmly, pulling away. “I fear that Cursa may still use me, when I am unconscious. She will use me to get to you, the warden of this planet. And if we were both unconscious- who knows what could happen.” He struggled into a sitting position, and lifted Woodrow up as well. “I cannot let that happen. I cannot let anything happen to you.”

Then he reached over to the back of the chair, grabbed the blue one of the shirts (although he still had no idea where Woodrow had obtained them, or from whom), and put it on, starting to button it over his chest. The poet sat there watching him, bleary-eyed, exhausted of soul and blank of mind.

“You should leave for today,” said the ghost. “I will enjoy the books you have brought me. I shall be fine until tomorrow.

“But it’s early yet-”

“And yet you are exhausted already,” said Phantom, smiling wryly. “See what I have done! Surely you have other things to attend to. Worry not. You can check in on me later today, if you wish, but it’s up to you.”

Woodrow nodded, sadly. “Yes. There are always things for me to attend to… and almost nothing with which I can actually help.”

He got off the bed, but only made it a step before turning back around.

“But- Tom, before I go. You have your voice back… can you sing?”

“Ah! I was wondering if you might ask that.” He sighed, and shook his head. “No… I am lucky enough to talk. And to scream, I suppose. I can only sing when Cursa wills it. Listen here-” he opened his mouth, put his hand to his chest, and- let loose a horrific gargling wail.

“You see? Not very pleasant!”

Woodrow nodded. “Not very pleasant,” he repeated. “But someday… someday you will sing again, your own songs. I’m not sure how we get that mask off, but we will figure something out. I promise.”

And suddenly, looking at the strange creature on the bed, so beautiful despite his belly churning with destruction, wearing his best friend’s shirt, and yoked with a mask from the one who oppressed the galaxy- it was all too much to bear, and his brain started to burst and leak with poems and metaphors that he dare not utter. He grabbed the ghost’s paw and kneeled on the floor.

“Tom, my sunshine, my hope- I promise to save you. I promise.”

Phantom’s eyes were wide. “Monsieur Tristan! I appreciate it, but- well, some things may be out of your power, or anyone’s power, to resolve.”

“I know how it is to be powerless,” said the warden, looking up at him. “But the Fates have not killed me yet, and they shan’t take you either. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to survive, and… I will not give up on you. Not ever.”

The ghost smiled, tenderly, genuinely moved. “Then I will keep fighting as well. And someday we shall enjoy better days on this planet, in the cool breeze under falling leaves. Perhaps a long time hence. But I want to see the planet as you have told me, and written about.”

“Tom, I…”

And then the two of them leaned forward, their faces towards each other- but Phantom pulled back.

“...No, Tristan. Alas.” He motioned towards his throat with his free paw. “I am full of danger. You should no more grace me with your lips than you should a bottle of poison. I am truly sorry.”

Woodrow nodded sadly. But instead, he placed a small kiss on the back of his beloved’s hand, and stood.

“I will return as soon as I can,” said the warden.

“And I will keep myself safe and warm for you, until then.”

Thus the warden left, followed by his cloud, and as soon as he had cleared the threshold and walked back to town, in a stream of anguished murmurs burst out fragments of verse- the poetry of a love he could no longer deny.

#mario + rabbids #mario plus rabbids #phandrow #the phantom of the bwahpera #woodrow #ts woodrow #sparks of despair

[psychedelic-ink]

— killing flowers.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

a/n: I literally wrote this because I can't stop thinking of him in that orange shirt and gun-- i needed to let out my frustrations somehow

word count: 1.7k

summary: guns and javi, what else can you say?

warnings: established relationship, exhibitionism but no one sees it's just you and javi on the balcony, gunplay, mild dirty talking, day time drinking, the use of wh.ore but once, piv, creampie, mild over stimulation

Another gunshot echoes and you swallow. You’re perched on top of a plastic chair as Javi practices his aim, your long island iced tea long forgotten while you stare at him, entranced. A gust of warm wind blows and your eyes follow the movements of his orange button up shit, a bit of skin showing at his hip. You’re basically salivating at this point. Streaks of amber shimmering within his chestnut hair, you take in a shaky breath. Eyes traveling up, you stare at his neck, observing the way the muscles flex under his sweat coated skin as he cocks the gun. 

Shit. 

You tear your gaze away and with a shaky hand you grab your drink. Javi was a gentle natured man, if he had a choice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Knowing this, the way he handles the shotgun still manages to send shivers up your spine, perspiration thick against your forehead. He looks dangerous, which is the thing that’s getting you all riled up. You want to feel those same hands ravishing your body, squeezing every inch of you while he claims you as his own again and again. 

After another successful hit, Javi cries out with joy and lifts his hands into the air. With the widest smile you’ve ever seen on a man, he turns to you, eyes sparkling. 

“Did you see that, my love?” 

Oh you see it alright. His stomach is completely exposed, fabric grazing against his smooth skin as the wind envelopes you both like satin sheets. Your eyes trace over every inch of his exposed skin, muscles hiding beneath a bit of fat, you press your thighs together. His smile wavers a bit, making you realize that you’ve been starting a bit too long. Clearing your throat, you take a sip of your long island iced tea. The alcohol burns your throat but it's nothing compared to the way Javi’s worried glance  brands your skin. 

“Is something wrong?” 

A nervous chuckle makes its way out of your lips, you wave your hand in hopes to dismiss his worries. 

“No, no– Everything’s fine,” 

Shit, your voice is shaking. 

Javi hurriedly makes his way to you and pulls up a chair, averting your eyes, you take another sip of your drink. He isn’t going to let this go, is he? The shotgun lazily leans against his inner thigh between his legs, you tense up, continuing to sip the damn drink as you try not to stare. Gosh, he’s  probably even more worried now. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

With that you lift your gaze up, you try to give him your most heartfelt smile but from his over the top horrified reaction, you realize that maybe you’re not the best at faking a smile. 

“You are, aren't you?” he begins to mutter. “What is it tell me,” 

His hand squeezes around the barrel of the gun, knuckles turning white. You hate to make him worry and it wasn’t your intention in the first place but you had no idea what to say. Your eyes travel down to his neck, you love that he never fully buttons up his shirt. Completely forgetting about your surroundings, your lips part with a soft gasp. Javi’s chest rises and falls like the winter wheat, another warm wind blows. 

You fail to notice the way Javi’s gaze follows yours, neck caving in on itself as he looks at the same place you are; his chest. His lips twist into a playful smile, turning his eyes back to you, he raises an eyebrow. 

“I see now that I might have been misreading the situation,” he purrs, scooching closer. You swallow thickly as his knees brushes upon yours. “Is there something I can help you with, mi amor?” 

Your tongue feels incredibly large within your mouth, you don’t know what to say. Breath hitching, your gaze shifts to the gun, Javi moved closer to you, the weapon had fallen between your legs instead. You feel the coolness of the metal against your thigh, clenching your teeth, you meet his glance. The way he stares at you makes your heart jump, you have managed to capture his entire undivided attention. Javi places his forearm against your shoulder, fingers lazily grazing against your nape as he awaits your answer. With his other hand, he takes your long island iced tea away and places it back on the table.

A faint moan makes its way through your lips. 

“You look really good in that shirt,” you choke out. 

“Thank you. I am glad you enjoy it,” he grins, fingers now curling around the column of your neck. 

Your thighs close around the gun, actively searching for any kind of friction that would douse out the flame between your legs. At this moment you’re ready to beg for his cock. You had marinated in the feelings of lust and love enough to get on your knees. 

You part your lips, ready to give the man sitting across from you whatever he wants but the words die on your tongue when Javi grabs the barrel of the gun and shoves the gun into your cunt. Your back arches against the chair and your eyes roll back. Gripping the plastic armrests, you revel in the feeling of metal parting your wet folds, Javi chuckles. 

“My poor girl, so needy but doesn’t know how to ask for it,” 

You’re about to cry as you nod. You just wanted him to hold you, fuck you, care for you. With a hiss, you grind your drenched heat against the weapon and let out a sultry moan. It feels too good to stop so you continue to pleasure yourself under Javi’s watchful gaze. He moves the gun whenever he pleases, either pulling it back slightly, or pressing it into you in an almost painful manner. You’re positive that the metal is shinier than ever, cleansed with your slick. Javi’s name falls from your lips again and again, eyes fluttering closed as you simmer in your own filth. He must think you’re an animal. 

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you are trying to make me jealous,” 

Despite his playful tone there’s something dark laced within his words. Eyes fluttering open, you blink away the tears and groan. Only now you realize that he hasn't touched you, not even once. 

“Javi,” you whimper. “I want you, please,” 

And that’s all it takes. 

The gun falls to the floor, clattering as you suddenly find yourself leaning against the stone railing, facing the magnificent view. Your fingers curl around the stone as he lifts up the skirt of your dress, his movements hurried, desperate almost. Javi decorates your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses, soft facial hair tickling your skin while he slides your panties to the side. He drags his fingers between your fold, hips thrusting as he feels how wet you are. 

You gasp when he shoves in two fingers with ease, your legs tremble, arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up. You feel his thick, golden rings at the base of his fingers, one of them presses snug against your clit. 

“You are so wet for me,” he groans. “Do you want my cock now?” 

You breathe out, “Yes,” 

You almost topple over, his cock filling you up with one smooth thrust. Javi’s arm snakes around your waist, keeping you upright as he sets an relentless pace. The balcony echoes with the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin, your eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips. His hand slides up to your neck, fingers gently curling around as he pulls you flush against his back. You cry out, eyes barely open. You feel so exposed, yet there’s something beautiful about the way the wind caresses your damp skin. 

Cunt squeezing around his cock, he groans into your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, he grinds his hips. His cock is thick enough to make you feel every curve, the stretch he provides makes your legs tremble. 

“You like me fucking you out in the open like this?” His accent is thicker, dripping with lust. “My little whore, so hungry for my cock, always,” 

The tone of his voice, his breath against your skin, his cock slamming into you again and again– It shatters you into a million pieces, the coil within you snapping as you gush all around him, slick dripping down to the marble floors and echoing the sound of rain. Javi’s hips still, cock hard and deep inside of you. He presses his lips against your ears, you shiver, your breath oneven as the tremors of your orgasm still rock throughout your body. 

“Fuck that felt good,” he groans. “Do that for me again, love,” 

“I-I can’t,” 

He resumes, dragging his cock almost all the way out and snapping his hips forward, you scream, eyes glossed over with tears. 

“Oh you will,” 

The way he rasps into your ear makes you shiver, the undertones of danger lurking deep within his command. Your insides throb, cunt twitching uncontrollably while he fucks you, wanton moan rips away from your throat, nails clawing against the stone railing. 

“Javi, Javi– I-It’s too much– I can’t!” 

“You can,” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you. “I know you can– You want to make me happy right? This will make me happy, come on you can do it–” 

Heat begins to blossom within you once more, slick dripping down your thighs. You can barely think, the heat grows and grows, encompassing your entire being, his cock hitting your deepers parts again and again– 

Your eyes shoot wide open, your body convulsing as your vision blacks out. Your head falls back on top of Javi’s shoulder, you’re breathing heavily, chest heaving as you gasp for air. He holds your tight, both arms now wrapped around you while he animalistically fucks his cock even deeper. Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you, your oversensitive pussy still dripping and gushing around his length. With one more thrust he bites your shoulder, pain blossoming across your skin as he emptied himself into you. 

Javi can’t help it as he continues to shallowly rock his hips, cock throbbing. Cum spills from the sides of his length, tickling the inside of your thighs and staining the floors. When he pulls out you almost fall but he holds you, carrying you back to the plastic chair. Javi adjusts your dress and sits in his prior seat. You both stare at each other in complete silence, breathing heavily, feeling the sun against your skin. Your eyes fall to the shotgun forgotten on the floor.

Javi is the one to break the silence. 

“I should wear this shirt more often,” 

“You definitely should.” 

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#javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi g fanfiction #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez fanfiction #javi gutierrez x fem!reader #javi gutierrez x y/n #the unbearable weight of massive talent fanfiction #javi g x reader #tuwomt x reader #tuwomt x fem!reader

[nicherayyy]

maybee la squadra taking care of the sick child? 👀 im a sucker for parental stuff

Omg that’s so cute😭

La Squadra x Sick Gn!Child Reader

Fluff, a little crying, la squadra dads just trying their best

When you are part of the mafia, it is unacceptable for you to get sick. None of your illness is your excuse, so it is preferable not to be ill at all. The members of La Squadra learned this the hard way long ago, but there is one exception-

“Achoo” Risotto heard from your room and immediately tensed up. It wasn’t uncommon for children your age to be sick so often, especially in winter, but it was the third time this month. And Prosciutto told you to dress warmer. Anyway capo needs to check up on you.

“Y/N, are you ok?” Risotto knocked on the door of your room before coming in. You looked sick, runny nose, red eyes, a lot of tissues next to your bed. The man will not be surprised if you have a fever. He approaches you to to check himself, putting a hand to your forehead. Yeah, you absolutely had a fever.

“I think I’m sick again” you just acknowledged with your hoarse voice. In fact, you hardly even slept that night. Your head ached excruciatingly and the room seemed unbearably hot. Only in the early morning you were able to take at least a little nap. Yeah, you look exhausted.

Risotto just sighed at you response, patting your head, “Just get some rest, I'll tell Melone to make you something to eat”.

“They’ve got sick, aren’t they”, you saw Illuso leaning on the door frame, looking at you with seriously.

“Wait, what? My baby is sick?”, Formaggio literally ran into your room after hearing Illuso's words, worry in his voice, “I’ll bring you more blankets, and don’t you dare to get up from bed” he ran out of the room just as quickly. You see, when you were sick, Formaggio always worried about you the most, always trying to spend the whole day with you, reading you something or telling you funny stories. He even sometimes brought his cats to keep you company.

Well, Prosciutto always was against bringing pets in your room, but whatever makes you happy. Speaking about Prosciutto..

“Oh no, thanks Prosciutto, I don’t need an extra sweater to go outside, I won’t get sick”, you heard Prosciutto mocking your voice with slightly annoyance “And if you had listened to me, none of this would have happened”, you started shaking, thinking the blond man was mad at you.

“I’m sorry, Prosciutto..” you replied, tears started to form in your eyes, “I didn't do it on purpose”, you didn't want to cause problems for any of the team members and sometimes you felt like a burden because of it.

“Hey, why are they crying? What have you done Prosciutto?”, Ghiaccio scoffed at him, trying to speak more quietly so as not to make you cry even more.

“What?” Prosciutto sighed, rubbing the back of his head “Look, Y/N, it’s fine to get sick, don’t worry” his hard look changed at softer one, “I’m going to grab you some things, Pesci, let’s go” with these words he left your room, Peshi just smiled at you and followed the older man.

Risotto patted your head again, “Try to sleep, okay?”, with that he covered you with blanket that Formaggio brought for you.

“Can you stay with me?” you asked shyly.

“Sure”, Risotto sat next to you more comfortably “We all be here as long as you need”.

Well, being sick is not a pleasant experience, but with your family by your side it’s not that bad actually.

#jjba x reader #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #melone x reader #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader

[2dmenenthusiast]

Last Night on Earth Final Part

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

yo yo yoooo I have nothing to say other than this was a painful chapter to write hahahaha :) But thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, and reblogged this fic, it means the world to me, and I can't wait to write the next installment!

ALSO the title of this fic was based on this song

Warnings/other info: none I can think of!

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Final

The hospital was so clean it almost made you uncomfortable. All you’ve known the past few years was the swamp and mold everywhere, so being somewhere this neat and tidy was… something you weren’t quite used to. You were used to you being this clean. When you first arrived, a couple lovely nurses took you away and scrubbed you raw, and then threw away your clothes. Not that it was much of a loss. They had been torn beyond repair, and were most likely covered in more contaminants than you could count. But, you were given a BSAA logo hoodie and some comfy sweatpants, so it was really a win in your book.

After they ran some EKG’s and a few other tests you couldn’t remember the name of, you were deemed healthy. Now, you were just waiting for the labs to come back with an explanation for your high regeneration. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared of what the results might be. You knew you weren’t infected anymore, but the idea of the virus still lingering inside you, it wasn’t exactly a comforting thought. Especially when you knew so little of what it actually was.

Your leg bounced impatiently on the edge of the hospital bed, fingers fidgeting and a sigh leaving you for the umpteenth time. The doctors wouldn’t let you leave your room for whatever reason, and you were getting increasingly impatient. You had received no word about Zoe or Ethan, your only knowledge being that they were stable, and that was it. A voice in your head was telling you to just say ‘fuck it’ and go looking for them, anyway. But, you felt like you were on thin enough ice as it was.

When the door opened, you shot up off the bed and held your breath, hoping to see one of the two people you desperately wanted to see. But when Chris’s large frame came through the door, you sighed and collapsed back onto the bed.

He chuckled. “What? Not happy to see me?”

You sighed, shaking your head, “It’s not that. I’ve been waiting in this room for hours and they still won't let me leave.”

“Well, when the labs come back, I’m sure they’ll let you see your sister.”

You perked up at the mention of her. “Is she alright?”

He sat in the chair next to the bed and pulled it up so he was closer to you. “Yeah. Vitals are stable, she was given the vaccine and the virus seems to have cleared out of her system.”

You sighed in relief. “Good. Hopefully we can put this all behind us soon.”

Silence blanketed the room for a moment as you tried to find the courage to bring up what you wanted to ask next, but you found yourself swallowing down the lump in your throat and just coming out with it.

“Um… How’s Ethan? And Mia?”

Chris tensed, and while it was a small gesture, you still noticed it.

“Mia’s good. Same as your sister, she’s been given the vaccine and the infection cleared out. As for Ethan, he’s… okay. He’s healthy and awake, responding correctly. But, there’s a few things the doctors and I are concerned about.”

You moved to the edge of the bed. “What is it? He’s gonna be okay, right?”

“For the most part, yes. But I can’t tell you the rest. It’s classified.”

Your eyes narrowed. “‘Classified?’ You’re fucking kidding me.”

“I’m serious. Only the doctors, Mia, and I know—”

“Oh, Mia gets to know. The woman who was working for a terrorist organization. That Mia? Yeah, makes perfect sense.”

“She’s his wife. It’s a matter of safety.”

“Safety?! So- So, what you're telling me is that you, her, and a whole bunch of other people get to know, but the man whose safety you’re concerned about doesn’t?!”

“You don’t understand. And it’s none of your concern, either.”

“Bullshit! Ethan and I fought like hell together to get out of that hellhole, I have a right to know what’s going on with him.”

“You’re lucky I even told you we had concerns in the first place! Do you know how much shit I could get for disclosing any amount of information to you?”

“Oh, right. Wouldn’t want me getting you in trouble or anything with fucking Umbrella. Christ.”

The door squeaked open, and a blonde nurse popped her head in.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but if the noise continues, I’m going to have to ask you to step out, sir. You’re causing stress for the patient.”

You waved her off just as Chris went to speak.

“It’s okay. It won’t happen again, sorry.”

She gave you a tight-lipped smile and closed the door, and you sighed once she left, body deflating.

“Look, I don’t wanna fight with you. All I’ve done is fight for the past however fucking long and I’m tired of fighting.”

Chris almost looked guilty, not quite hanging his head, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes for a moment.

“I know. I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“S’not your fault. Fuckin’ red tape bullshit.”

He hummed in agreement, and the silence that followed made your mind spin in circles. What could possibly be wrong with Ethan? You knew it had something to do with the virus, but what exactly? Was it incurable? Was he too far along that any dose of the vaccine would kill him? You could feel your chest tighten with each anxiety ridden thought, and you were grateful when Chris suddenly cleared his throat to get your attention.

“I um, I have something for you.” He reached behind his back and pulled out a photo frame, the back of it facing you.

When you took it from him and flipped it over, your breath stuttered in your chest and your heart stirred. It was an older photo, your parents sitting on the couch while you and Lucas sat in between them and Zoe rested on your father’s lap. This was only a few months after they adopted you. Your mother insisted on getting an updated photo of the family, considering its newest addition. You had never experienced more love and compassion in your life than when you grew up with them, and the memory made your chest warm.

You finally realized you were crying when a tear hit the glass, and you quickly sniffled and wiped at your eyes. “Shit. I’m sorry. I…” Looking up at Chris, you smiled. “Thank you for this.”

"It's the least I could do."

He stood from his seat, making for his departure from your room, when you stood up as well and grabbed his arm.

"Hey." He turned towards you. "Thank you for what you did for me, letting me go after Lucas. I won't forget it."

Chris scoffed, the sound bordering on a chuckle. "Not like you gave me much of a choice."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I didn't."

Before he could leave, one of the Doctors stepped into the room, adjusting the glasses atop his bumped nose.

"Up on your feet, I see. You feeling better?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. "I've been up on my feet and ready to get out of this place hours ago. You guys sure took your time."

"Lots of tests to run. I'm sure you can understand."

With a shrug of your shoulders, you sat down on the bed again. "So? What's the diagnosis?"

"Well," he cleared his throat, flipping through your chart. "Your vitals are functioning normally, but we did find something interesting, of course."

"Regarding my, like, ridiculously fast healing?"

“Yes. Let's put it this way." He set the chart on the bed. “Your infection was more advanced than we originally thought. When you died, it sent the virus into overdrive and started your heart back up, as well as healed any previous injuries you had. You were about to reach the final stages of infection when you got the vaccine, which is why it didn’t kill you, but it didn’t get rid of all of the mold infected cells in your body. “

“So… I’m not gonna end up like my parents, right?”

“No. The vaccine and the antibodies are preventing that. And while you still have residual traces of the E-Series inside of you, you won’t have to worry about being controlled like your family either.”

You slowly let the information sink in, and you found that even with a medical explanation for all this nonsense, it still didn’t make sense.

“What about Zoe? She was as exposed to the mold as I was.”

“It’s completely out of her system. We believe that your death caused an excess of mold infected cells to form to revive you. You were lucky to get the vaccine when you did, or else you would’ve been completely infected.”

You forgot Chris was in the room until he suddenly spoke up.

“So they’re okay? No risk of suddenly growing an extra limb or something, right?”

The doctor chuckled and shook his head. “Not likely, no. Just make sure to get your annual vaccination and you should be fine. But, please remember that you’re not invincible. A shot to the head will still kill you, super soldier.”

You gave a mock salute with your two fingers. “You got it, Doc.”

He was halfway out the door when he turned his head back towards you. “Oh, and you’re free to visit your sister and friend if you would like.”

Your eyes lit up, practically jumping off the bed. When you looked back at Chris to make sure it was okay, he just gave you a nod with a small smile. With a wide grin, you practically burst out of the room and almost knocked down a nurse or two whilst you were rushing to your sister’s room. It took less than a minute to find her room, and while you had been waiting hours to see her, you couldn’t help but stand there, clenching your fists anxiously as you swayed back and forth on your feet. But it only lasted for a moment, and soon you were opening the door and locking eyes with Zoe.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

You smiled. “Nice to see you, too.”

She laughed and stood from the bed, and you met her open arms with a tight hug. Your eyes squeezed shut, holding her like you haven’t seen her in years. It certainly felt that way. Just hours ago, you thought she was going to die from Evie’s weird, mind power bullshit, and now she was here, standing and talking and smiling. She was okay.

 When your eyes started to sting, you pulled away before you could start crying like a baby in front of your little sister. When you got a good look at her, your eyes widened.

“Oh wow, your hair!”

She looked away with a shy grin.

“Yeah, a little parting gift from Evie,” she said, running her hand through her short, white hair.

You stepped back and crossed your arms over your chest, lips pursing as you examined her.

“I don’t know. I think it suits you.”

She scoffed. “Oh. shut up.”

“I’m serious!”

Your laughter bounced off of each other’s, and fuck, it felt so good to feel this again. To just be vulnerable and laugh and not have to worry about how you’re going to survive the next day. If only your parents were there to experience this with you.

You gestured to the bed, and you both sat down.

“So,” you began,“where do we go after this?”

She sighed, as if the weight of the question physically affected her. “I don’t even know how to begin to think about that. Been so focussed on survivin’ all this shit, I…” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “As long as we stick together, I don’t care where we go. Hell, we can move to fuckin’ California if you wanted to.”

You grimaced. “Eugh. I’ll pass, thanks.”

She pinched your arm and you punched her leg, falling into a fit of giggles when the door opened. You groaned, irritated that your time with your sister was being interrupted, and turned to whatever sorry soul that walked in.

“Can’t you hear we’re busy—”

The words died in your throat when your eyes locked on a pair of brown ones staring right back at you, and the air in your lungs vanished with a shuddered breath.

“Ethan.”

He let out a heavy breath, shifting on his feet as he took you in.

“Hey.”

Standing from the bed, you approached Ethan with slow, calm steps, despite everything in your body screaming at you to barrel into his arms and cling to him like he was a buoy in a vast ocean. You barely recognized him without the dirt and grime on his face. He looked good, slight stubble on his face and a scar on his nose.

You always dug guys with scars.

Raising your fist, you connected it with Ethan’s shoulder.

“‘Hey?’ I’ve been worried sick about you and all you have to say to me is ���Hey’?”

Ethan chuckled and rubbed his shoulder. “You want me to ask you how your day’s going?”

You muttered for him to shut up before grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you, wrapping him in a tight hug that he immediately reciprocated. He squeezed you against his front, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, and you closed your eyes as the warmth of his embrace enveloped you. As far as you were concerned, you never wanted to forget what this felt like. How his arms perfectly fit around you, how his front felt pressed up against yours.

Too bad it couldn’t last longer.

Zoe cleared her throat behind you. “I hope I’m not interrupting your quality time in my room.”

You chuckled and pulled away from him, but the warm hand Ethan kept on your back sent tingles shooting down your spine.

“Zoe. You’re looking well,” he said.

Your sister shrugged. “All thanks to you both.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t do anything. You had to endure our brother’s annoying ramblings when he kidnapped you and Mia.”

She let out a dry laugh, idly playing with a frayed corner of the blanket and suddenly avoiding your gaze.

“Lucas… is he…?”

“Dead. For good this time. I’ll save you all the gory details.”

You could almost feel the relief coming off of Ethan when you confirmed your brother’s death, his lungs releasing a deep sigh. Zoe almost looked disappointed, and if you were honest, you empathize with her. Lucas was barely pleasant even before Eveline came alone, but he was still your brother. Still your family. Even if he was a fucking psychopath.

Ethan cleared his throat, catching yours and Zoe’s attention.

“Uh, do you mind if I steal you for a second?”

You looked to Zoe, and she nodded, giving you the okay. When you relayed the same gesture to Ethan, he gave your sister a quick smile and led you out of her room, softly closing the door behind him. The quiet of the hallway suddenly felt overwhelming, because now you were left with every little thought and feeling you had about Ethan and his stupid, handsome face and every damn emotion felt like it was ready to come spilling out of you at any second.

Ethan Winters, you bastard.

You leaned against the wall opposite your sister’s room, sunlight spilling in through the window behind you. As soon as you looked at the man in front of you, your heart jumped into your throat and it was suddenly hard to breathe.

Fuck this. You hate this. 

“So—”

You held up your hand. “Don’t—! I… Just give me a second because if you start talking, everything you say is gonna go through one ear and right out the other because the only thing on my mind right now is certainly not appropriate for our current setting.”

His eyes widened, surprised by your boldness, but then the asshole smirked and you immediately wanted to slap it off of his face.

“Uh-huh… Interesting.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

He barked out a laugh, the sound echoing off the white walls of the facility, and you hated how much you liked it.

“Ethan, I swear to christ—”

You watched as he closed the distance in just a few strides, fingers tracing over your jaw before cupping your face and fitting his lips against yours. You sighed through your nose and brought your hands to his chest, sliding them up until they rested at the base of his neck. It wasn’t a deep or intense kiss, but it was more than enough to have you weak in the knees and craving something more.

He pulled away much too soon for your liking and placed his hand on top of one of your own, giving it a squeeze. His gentle smile sent your heart aflutter, and you almost felt embarrassed of how smitten you probably looked. Like some dumb, lovesick teenager.

“You scared the hell out of me, you know. Going after your brother like that. I knew you would be okay, because somehow you always are, but…”

You gently pushed against his chest to create some distance between you and gestured to yourself. “Hey, look at me. I’m right as rain.”

If the rain had some weird mutation.

Ethan’s lips formed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and you could still see some leftover doubt in his expression.

“Hey.” You took his hand again. “You just snogged me in the hallway of a hospital. I’m more okay than I’ve ever been.”

He laughed and pulled you forward, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll make sure to kiss you in hospitals more often if that’s what you’re into.”

Eyes widening, you quickly pulled away and searched his face. You knew it was just a silly joke, but the way he said it made it sound like there was a future between you two. Like he would be around to kiss you and hold you whenever you wanted. But you knew that couldn’t happen. Because you barely had the rest of your life figured out and he had a fucking wife. A wife he went through absolute hell to find, and one you garnered zero sympathy for. Would he really waste all that effort he went through to be with you?

No. That’s next level delusional, and you were nothing if not a realist.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked, realizing you hadn’t spoken for a moment, and cleared your throat as you shook your head. “Nothing. Um… how’s Mia?” Her name tasted bitter on your tongue, but you swallowed down your disdain and tried not to show it on your face.

“Oh, uh, she’s good. Doctors checked her out and she’s ready to go home.”

The smile on your face was forced, and it made your cheeks hurt. “That’s good! I’m glad she’s okay.”

Nothing was said between you for a moment, and you crossed your arms uncomfortably over your chest, suddenly felt dirty thinking about the kiss you shared with Ethan only moments ago. No, you didn’t like Mia. But even still, a part of you felt awful for even thinking about him like that, let alone acting on those feelings.

No shit. It’s her husband, for fuck’s sake.

You sighed. “Ethan, I—”

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Your head turned in the direction of the voice, smiling when you saw your Uncle Joe coming down the hallway towards you. All stressful thoughts were momentarily abandoned as you met him in the middle and leaned into his open arms, his tight hug practically crushing your ribs whilst he lifted you onto your tippy toes.

“Jesus, kid, how long’s it been?”

It gradually became harder to breathe in his embrace, and you took in a deep breath when he finally let you go. Joe’s always been tough, but somewhere in the years you haven’t seen him, you must’ve forgotten just how tough.

“Too long. I’m really glad you’re here.” Turning black to Ethan, you grabbed his hand and brought him forward to stand next to you. “This is Ethan. He helped us.”

He held out his hand, and Joe clapped his own palm against his before giving it a firm shake. You watched Ethan’s face as he winced, and couldn’t help but suppress a chuckle.

“Thank you, son. I really appreciate what you did for my family.”

Ethan gestured his head towards you. “If anything, they helped me. I would’ve been screwed if I hadn’t run into them.”

“Yeah. Tough sonuvabitch, ain’t they?” Joe chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes, but chose to accept the compliment anyway. After everything, you deserved a little praise. But then your mind returned to the previous conversation you were having with Ethan, and your lips turned downwards. 

“Hey, Unc, um… Could you give Ethan and I just a minute?”

Joe looked between you for a moment, lips disappearing under his beard as he gave you a small grin.

“Sure thing, kid. I’ll go visit with your sister.”

You said your thanks as he walked away and then sighed. Ethan’s expression was one of concern when he turned back to you, and you wished he wouldn’t look at you like that. You didn’t want to have this conversation, but this might be the last time you see him. The thought made your heart crumble.

But, the truth was… well, it was certainly a bitter pill to swallow. Something between you two couldn’t happen. As much as you wanted it to. He had obligations, a wife, a life far away from you that never had you in it to begin with. It was by dumb, stupid fucking chance that Ethan ended up in your life at all, and maybe under different circumstances, things could’ve worked out. But not now. Not like this.

“Everything okay?”

Ethan’s voice brought you back to earth, and you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“As okay as I can be.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, and when he took a step towards you, you took one back.

Fuck, this hurts.

“Hey—”

“Ethan, I—” you sighed, dragging a hand down your face. “I’ve never met anyone in my life like you, you know. I probably never will. So… When you go back to whatever life you had before you were roped into this fucked up mess, I want you to remember me. ‘Cus I will certainly remember you.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… fuck.”

When he moved towards you again, you didn’t try to escape him, keeping your arms tightly wrapped around yourself. He muttered your name, and the sound of it softly tumbling from his lips was almost your breaking point. You swallow thickly, struggling to meet his eyes.

“I have lost so many people that I cared about. And I’ve learned to deal with it and move on because that’s what I have to do. But then… then you just fucking crash into my life and make me care about you. And I have to go through the same shit all over again.”

It hurt, pouring yourself out at his feet like this. But you had to get it out, because if you didn’t, it was just going to build and build and build until you couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. But, you wondered if suppressing it would’ve hurt less than just spewing out all your feelings.

He shook his head. “What? You’re not losing me.”

“What do you think this is, Ethan? That you’re gonna leave your wife, never go back to California, and run away with me while I try to figure my life out? That you’re gonna be patient with me through the nightmares and the pain?”

“We haven’t even talked about this! You’re acting like everything is gonna go a certain way when you don’t know that.”

“It can’t be any other way!”

Your voice echoed down the hallway, and you cleared your throat to try and regain some sense of control over your emotions.

“You have obligations, and I’m not gonna be the one holding you back from them.”

Turning to walk away felt more painful than when your brother smashed your head open, and you clenched your jaw tightly as you willed yourself not to cry. But, the telltale burning of your eyes proved you to be unsuccessful.

“What if it was my choice?”

You stopped in your tracks, turning your head.

“What?”

He started walking. “What if it’s my choice? To leave. To be with you. What if that’s what I want?”

Every word that came out of his mouth was like shrapnel to your heart. You wanted that life. You wanted it so fucking bad it hurt.

So why couldn’t you have it?

Because this was reality. A fucked up, shitty reality. And you couldn’t have everything you wanted.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” He gripped your arm, turning you to face him. “I’m serious. I’m serious about you, about how I feel. I know you feel the same.”

God you did. More than he knew. You think you liked him too much if you were being honest. Which is why it hurt all the more when you swallowed down every confession you wanted to throw at him, and said something completely different instead.

“Go to Mia. She needs you.”

“Do you still love your wife?”

That seemed to stop him in his tracks, because he was suddenly speechless as he opened his mouth and tried to search for the right words. Ones that wouldn’t hurt you. His silence did enough of a job of it, though.

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his racing heart beneath it.

The words were painful to say, and you wished you could take them back. Because god, the look on Ethan’s face when you said them might’ve been one of the most painful things you’ve ever seen. 

When you went to pull your hand away, Ethan captured it faster than you could blink and yanked you into his chest, crashing his mouth down onto yours. You inhaled sharply, his hands cradling your face with a gentleness that contrasted with the roughness of his lips. His thumbs on your cheeks caught your rogue tears. It felt like he was breathing you in, committing you to memory with each bruising kiss that sent your brain spiraling and your heart into overdrive. 

You clutched his shirt tightly in your hands, and when he finally pulled away with a gasp, you didn’t want to let go. Because this was it. This was probably going to be the last time you’d ever see him again, and the fact was absolutely crushing. Like your heart had been ripped out of your chest and smashed on the ground.

“Hey.” You gazed up at him, watching as he searched his pockets before grabbing a pen that he probably nabbed from a doctor.

“Turning to a life of crime already?” you joked.

He smiled, and damn if it didn’t make your heart stutter. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, clicking the pen before dragging the ball point across the back of your hand. His number.

“Ethan—”

“You said to remember you. I don’t want my only memories of you to be of us fighting for our lives. We’ll keep in touch, I promise.”

With a sad smile, you nodded, despite the doubt you felt in the pit of your stomach. It was better than nothing, and it was all you could ask for. With one last hug, you willed your feet to begin moving in the opposite direction, and it took everything in you not to turn around and give him one last glance. Because if you did, you’d run right back into his arms again, and you couldn’t do that to him. Couldn’t do that to you.

Shit. You didn’t think it would hurt this much. Thank god you were turned away from him, because you couldn’t stop the tears from rushing down your face. Your footsteps sped up into a light jog until you made it back to your room, shutting the door behind you as calmly as you could before the facade broke. Your back pressed against the door, and you choked on a sob whilst you slid down to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest.

For the longest time, you thought growing close to anyone would be impossible. After the constant abuse you suffered in foster homes, and the loss of your friends in the field, you closed yourself off, only letting your family see a little behind the stone walls you took so long to build. And you were comfortable that way. Despite it being a lonely life, you never gave anyone the opportunity to hurt you ever again.

And then Ethan Winters came and smashed your walls down with a fucking wrecking ball.

You couldn’t describe it, but there was something about him that was just so inviting. Captivating. Maybe it was his kind eyes, or the way he spoke to you with assuredness and respect. Maybe it was something entirely different.

You wouldn’t call it love. You’ve known him for all of two days. But… it was certainly longing. A deep ache to fill the lonely void you’ve lived with for so long. Maybe it wasn’t even real. Maybe you’re just so desperate for companionship that you latched onto Ethan like a last resort.

But if that was the case, then why did it hurt so fucking much?

You gasped when there was suddenly a knock on the door, scrambling to your feet and furiously wiping at your eyes. It didn’t matter, the red rings around your eyes were a dead giveaway.

“Just a second.”

You cursed yourself in your head for how your voice trembled, clenching your fists so hard you formed small crescent shapes in your palms.

“Everything okay?”

Chris. It was just Chris.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you hesitantly put your hand on the doorknob and slowly opened the door. He smiled when he saw you, but it immediately dropped when he got a good look at your face.

Like you said, a dead giveaway.

“What’s wrong? Something happen with your sister?”

You shook your head, opening the door wider so he could enter the room. “No, nothing like that. Just some other stuff. I… don’t really wanna talk about it.”

Chris nodded, respecting your boundaries, which you were more than grateful for.

“Alright. I wanted to discuss some things with you, if that’s okay.” He gestured to the bed, and you sat down, him taking his place next to you. “I finished up my report on the mission and the BSAA just got back to me. They were impressed with your performance.”

You smiled, trying to mask the aching of your heart as you pointed both thumbs towards yourself.

“Super soldier, remember?”

He chuckled, and the sound comforted you in a small way.

“What would you think about joining up?”

Your brows shot up. “I’m sorry, you wanna recruit me?”

“You’re good on the field, can handle yourself in a fight. You’re a decent sniper too, right? You were a bit reckless on the mission, but your fast healing made up for it. If you were to join, though, you’d have to make sure not to pull stunts like that again.”

“You say that like I’m considering it.”

“Are you?”

You paused, looking down at your feet that dangled a few inches from the floor. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about joining the fight again. It was all you knew, and you were damn good at it. You just didn’t think it would be so soon.

Of course, what other options were there? Live a boring, normal life, working a nine to five? It sounded like hell. But, you had to think about Zoe first. Because wherever she went, you went, too. Ultimately, you were leaving the decision up to her.

“Let me talk to Zoe first?”

“You should do it.”

You practically jumped off the bed at the sound of her voice, snapping your head in her direction to see her leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

“When the hell did you get here?”

She shrugged. “Few minutes ago. I heard enough of your conversation, though.”

She came forward, sitting on the other side of you and effectively sandwiching you between her and Chris.

“You should join. I know it’s what you want. And I can take care of myself while you’re off killin’ god knows what.”

You faced your body towards her. “You’re not worried?”

She scoffed. “Please. You took shrapnel to your leg, fought like hell the past three years to get us out, and you’re still here. Alive. If anything, I’m worried about the sorry bastards that are unlucky enough to come toe to toe with you.”

You smiled at your sister’s praise, glad she believed in you more than you believe in yourself.

“It won’t just be people I’ll be fightin’, Zo. The BSAA deals with bioweapons. As in the shit we were facing those said three years.”

She shrugged. “So? Means you got experience, then. Like I said, unlucky, sorry bastards.”

Shaking your head, you wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into your side. “Alright, shithead.” You pinched her arm, and she pulled away to smack your leg.

With a chuckle, you turned back to Chris, and noticed him watching you with expecting eyes. You sighed, and like that, your decision was made.

“Where do I sign?”

The pack on your shoulder weighed heavy, causing you to slump on one side as you lightly kicked the suitcase at your feet. You had woken up at the ass crack of dawn to get to the airport on time, and after a warm shower and the excessively long cab drive, you were still an hour early.

3 weeks later

Where the fuck is he?

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you quickly fished it out to see a text from your sister.

You quickly typed up a response, fingers flying over the keyboard.

-6:15 Zoe:

Get there safe?

You smiled at that, glad she was feeling at home. You both had bought a small, two bedroom apartment somewhere just outside of New Orleans, and it was nice enough. Of course, when you brought up the idea of leaving Louisiana, Zoe shut that idea down with a firm “Hell no,” which was exactly what you were expecting. After all that’s happened, this place was still home to you, and you weren’t planning on leaving.

-6:15 You:

Yeah. Way too early for this shit.

-6:16 Zoe:

You’ll live. Apartment is looking nice.

After the shitshow ended, the BSAA and other government officials grilled you and your sister for information, and you told them everything you could remember. No, you weren’t happy with so many persons of authority sticking their noses up your ass, but you didn’t have any other choice. Afterwards, they made you sign some documents swearing on your life and liberty that you wouldn’t reveal any information about Eveline or anything else that happened to you, and you did so with mild irritation.

-6:17 You:

I expect it to be fully furnished and painted when I get back.

-6:18 Zoe:

You gonna send me the money?

-6:18 You:

Government pays well for you to keep your mouth shut.

At least you were safe. That’s all that mattered now.

Your phone buzzed again, this time with a text from Chris.

You rolled your eyes.

-6:20 Sir Punch-a-lot:

ETA 5 minutes.

With a laugh, you pocketed your phone and idly rocked on your heels as you waited for Chris to shop up. Seconds had barely passed before you grew fidgety and pulled out your phone again, mindlessly scrolling through apps. It had been years since you had a phone, and you barely knew how to function. You found yourself using it a lot these days. It was a good distraction from all the racing thoughts in your head.

-6:20 You:

You’re texting me, not the president. Stop being so formal.

-6:21 Sir Punch-a-lot:

It’s convenient. Less words to type.

-6:21 You:

Maybe you should try using a gif next time. Even faster.

-6:21 Sir Punch-a-lot:

Gif?

-6:22 You:

Oh dear god.

You didn’t know why, but your thumb mindlessly pressed on the contacts icon, and you read the three names you had in there.

Zoe

Chris

…

Ethan.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you pressed on his name and the options to call or text came up. It had been weeks since you last saw him, and despite him saying that you’d keep in touch, you haven't tried to call him once since then. There’d been many times when you considered it, holding your phone close to your face late at night, the UV light burning your eyes as you read his name and number over and over again. But, you always talked yourself out of it.

What if he moved on? What if he didn’t really want to hear from you, and he said all those things just to be nice? What if… What if Mia was making him happier than you could’ve ever hoped to make him?

You breathed out a sigh, clutching your phone tightly in your hand. You were about to travel to the headquarters of the American branch of the BSAA so you could be briefed, and you had no idea when you’d have another free moment to call him. Now was a better time than ever.

Anxiety crawled down your throat as you pressed the call button next to Ethan’s number, and with a shaky hand, you held the phone to your ear.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring—

"We're sorry The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Goodbye.”

#Ethan winters #Ethan winters x reader #ethan winters imagine #resident evil #resident evil 7 #re7 #resident evil biohazard

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Dream and Fantasy & Handholding - Thingol x Finwë

Dear @the-red-butterfly, my friend, my partner in pairing crime...I dedicate this abomination to you!

This is further proof that I have no OCs, they're just knock-off, 2 penny depictions of people I know and love.

I give you...Old, decrepit men! Have fun!

Words: 1 065

Characters: Thingol x Finwë

Warnings: Geriatric grouches, barely veiled OCs, pudding, hint of bittersweet, innuendo to sex in the winter of life...

The middle-aged, chain-smoking nurse, lovingly called L at work, walked into the “quiet room” briskly, her eyes sweeping mercilessly across the softly bobbing ocean of hairless pates in search of the two most contrary residents of the retirement home.

After lunch, the inhabitants of the renowned facility came here to have a little chat before inevitably nodding off for their daily afternoon nap. Evidently, they could not be left alone—lest they choke on their own tongues or fall out of their ergonomic, cushioned chairs to their demise—so she knew that her favourite co-worker couldn’t be too far.

“Abril?” she called softly, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as soon as her cheery young colleague appeared with a tray full of tiny pudding cups.

“Yes?” the youthful woman chirped in her melodious, soothing voice that had earned her the privilege of handing out gelatinous treats rather than wrestling wayward doters back into their rooms.

“Where are the two pests? Are they in time-out again?” the older nurse asked gruffly.

“Oh, leave them be. They really are so sweet, aren’t they? And they’re such great friends too,” Abril protested in a hushed tone, quick as ever to defend their resident troublemakers.

“They’re more than friends,” the other retorted not without a hint of humour. “I’m pretty sure that what they do beneath the table when playing bridge goes beyond your usual run-of-the-mill cheating, if you know what I mean…”

“You’re filthy,” Abril complained, balancing her tray on her shapely hip to gesticulate expressively, thus leaving no doubt as to her mild disapproval. “They’re just old men! And they’re so lonely!”

Remembering her colleague’s initial inquiry, she frowned, her gorgeous face the very picture of doleful commiseration.

“The holidays are coming up, and Thingol had a bad dream about…”

They nodded in wordless agreement. It was a well-known fact that Thingol had fathered but a single girl-child who had promptly decided to move with her strange husband to some remote spot at the end of the world.

Nobody here had ever laid eyes on the woman, but they’d all seen pictures of Lúthien whose beauty was, as Thingol never tired of repeating, paralleled only by the pulchritude of his wife who had chosen not to follow him into his assisted living arrangements.

As far as L could remember, the old curmudgeon had always shared his room, board games, and pudding with a similarly distraught old man who seemed cursed by the very opposite problem.

Indeed, Finwë had one too many descendants. Having been married twice, he’d fathered one irascible son with his first wife as well as two sons and two daughters with his second who had, in turn, brought forth a whole slew of legitimate grandchildren and great-grandchildren, as well as a few more obscure scions claimed through strange patchwork-family situations.

The chaos these complex interpersonal relationships—ranging from outright, murderous loathing to deepfelt adoration—between the different members of that sprawling family tree bred was indubitably enough to drive any wretched bugger mad.

This was even more severe for poor Finwë because Thingol, his partner in geriatric crime, didn’t exactly get along well with his various kinspeople.

It was a surprisingly tense and fraught situation, a riveting drama playing out against the calming, beige background of an idyllic nursing home.

“Finwë took him to their room. Be a dear and take them their pudding; they love it so!” Abril said, jerking her chin at the tray encouragingly.

“Sure thing,” L sighed. “We wouldn’t want them to go raiding one of the other peaceful old souls. They’re owed pudding, and pudding they shall have!”

Abril’s eyebrows twitched, but she was too polite to ever laugh at a badly executed impression of her beloved favourites openly. “Just take them their treat—they’ve been very good today. No forks were thrown, and Ingwë was so unfazed by them that he didn’t even try to scoot across the room with his chair!”

Resigned to her fate, the cantankerous caretaker took the proffered desserts and trudged out of the room.

Neither one of the two old sourpusses could be heard from outside their chamber, and she took a deep, steadying breath.

As she was alone and nobody was around to witness the slip of her mask of dispassionate professionalism, she leaned her puckered brow against the smooth wood in a silent admission of reluctant sympathy.

Between Thingol’s loneliness and Finwë’s overabundance of ranting and raving offspring, they were a much put-upon pair who would not know a moment of peace before the last deliverance was granted to their unrestful souls.

Steeling herself, L pushed open the door slowly and, at once, had to bite back a sigh.

They sat, hand in hand, in their armchairs by the window, looking inward onto their dreams and fantasies rather than observing the squirrels frolicking across the front lawn.

One was never sure whether they were really asleep, and L slipped into the room cautiously, knowing only too well with what startling abruptness old men could shake themselves awake as if afraid of the long sleep that would not release them ever again.

At this moment, though, their faces—muted echoes of a faded beauty that certainly had been galvanising and terrifying to behold—were serene and relaxed, and their fingers were intertwined in a knot of papery skin and gnarled bone.

Against her better knowledge, L found that there was a touching, delicate sweetness in this ephemeral semblance of tranquillity they had caught like elusive butterflies in their clawed hands.

“Good old boys,” she whispered, prying open the small fridge in the corner and stowing the sweet treats away for later.

Yes, they were troublemakers, and their endless whining and complaining about children they had raised to be just as insufferable as them was exhausting, but L couldn’t deny that she understood Abril a little better now, watching them.

Thingol whimpered softly in his sleep, and—at once—Finwë’s creaking fingers tightened around his cold hand.

L fussed briefly with their blankets before leaving as inaudibly as she’d come.

“They’re all right,” she reassured Abril when her colleague walked briskly towards her, empty tray swinging inquisitively at her side. “They’re resting. Maybe, we could let them have dinner in their room tonight?”

“Ah!” the young woman cackled, her eyes bright with triumph. “They’ve at last won your heart!”

@fellowshipofthefics here's another cute one!

Have an abomination for your pleasure!

Lots of love and well-wishes!

-> Masterlist

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[broodwolf221]

happy friday! for solas/varric from the winter is coming prompts: Suffering from the shorter days and long dark nights

this one got so cute ;u; domestic feels @dadrunkwriting 343 words cws: none

He rolled his shoulders, then his neck, hissing in a sharp breath at the twinge he felt. “Shit,” he grumbled, “getting too old for this.”

“I recall mentioning as much,” came a level voice from behind him, warm hands settling on his shoulders and beginning to rub. He sighed and let his eyes close, groaning when Solas dug his magic hands—literally, in this case—in just right.

“You calling me old?” He managed after a few moments, smiling when Solas chuckled behind him. There was a reason he’d chosen that nickname for him, after all.

“Ancient, more like,” the elf teased, Varric snorting at the obvious irony. “And too absorbed in your writing. You’re going to develop a permanent hunch if you keep going like this.”

“Hush, you,” he chided, then groaned throatily when Solas pressed in really nice and hard. Maker, his hands were nice—stronger than Varric would’ve thought, too. It’d been a pleasant surprise.

“Besides, you’re wasting candlelight,” Solas chided and he groaned in a very different way, letting his head drop back so he could meet the other man’s eyes.

“Oh come on, Chuckles. ‘Wasting candlelight’? Like I really can’t afford candles?”

“I keep offering my magelight—”

“And I keep telling you it’s hard to write by! And kinda creepy!” His eyes slipped shut again as Solas shifted to dig into the tense muscles at the base of his neck, dexterous fingers pressing in firmly and encouraging his muscles to ease.

“It’s cold, Varric,” he said at last, the real protest being the final one. As usual. “You don’t do well in the cold.” Anymore went unsaid, although not unheard. He was getting older. And yes, maybe he cramped easier and maybe his hands were sore now, but he was getting so close to finishing this most recent chapter— “Bed,” Solas said authoritatively, squeezing his shoulders a final time. And when Varric opened his mouth to protest the massage became a caress. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Well. That was a hard offer to deny.

#broodwrites #dadw time #solarric #solas #varric

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Aiden sighed as he settled back in the grass, basking in the midday sun whilst his horse grazed nearby. After almost a week of camping, he was pretty sure he only had a day, two at most before the Dyn Marv Caravan passed close enough for him to join the clowder for the winter. It was a trick all Cat’s picked up after a couple of years on the path and missed opportunities to go home because you were restless. Pick a stretch of road and hunker down until you hear the calls. They still liked to remind Schrödinger of the year he missed them because he got distracted by a pretty shepherdess and was helping her ‘tend her flock’, as it were.

He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and started idly listing off the various birds he could hear. Something he’d always found calming. Wood pigeon; obviously. A blue jay, a couple of crows making a din about something further into the trees, a linnet.

He tensed when his sensitive ears picked up a distinctly human call. Somebody somewhere in the woods was singing. Aiden relaxed when it didn’t sound like they were getting any closer (further away if anything) before frowning. He couldn’t make out the words but from tone of voice alone it was apparent his mystery serenader was pissed. He winced in sympathy for whoever or whatever had earned such ire. His musings were interrupted by the sharp crack of wood breaking, followed by the singing rapidly turning into a shriek. He whistled 'stay' at his horse, hoping the flick of an ear was acknowledgment and not a fly before leaping to his feet and grabbing his swords before sprinting in the direction the noise had come from.

The groans of pain and multiple (very creative) curses were both a blessing and a curse. It was providing him with pretty clear directions but who knew what else they’d attract. It wasn’t long before he found their source though. A pit trap, the branches and bracken laid over the top destroyed. He made sure to make his footfalls louder as he approached.

“Hello, is somebody there? Oh Gods, if there is, please be an actual person and not some sort of liche or something.” The voice only sounded slightly shaky, which could just as easily be down to the scent of pain as well as that of fear.

“No Liche around these woods. None I’ve seen anyway.” Aiden said as he peered over the edge. It was deep, and the earthen sides were totally smooth, with not even a decent sized tree root visible, whoever had dug this wasn’t taking any chances.

A young man sat on the pit floor, blinking up at him with wide, blue eyes. A light pack on his back and a lute laying next to him, his hands grasping his left ankle. His gaze fixed on Aiden’s swords from where they peeked over his shoulder, “Wait. Armour, two swords…Witcher?”

Aiden nodded, mentally preparing himself for having to convince him to accept help from him.

“Oh, thank fuck.” The man’s shoulders sagged as he gave a relieved sounding laugh, “For a minute there I thought I was in trouble. Jaskier the Bard.” He inclined his head and Aiden got the impression it would be a full bow if he were standing, “Be a dear and help me out?” Aiden blinked down at him. Shit, he was definitely concussed.

After Jaskier had assured him that no, he hadn’t hit his head, but he had buggered up his ankle somewhat, they came up with a system. Jaskier passed his lute and pack up to Aiden, the Witcher feeling guilt spring up at the flash of pure hurt in the human’s eyes when he half-jokingly asked “’How do you know I won’t just leave you there?” He held his tongue as he hung as far over the edge as he dared and offered Jaskier his hand so he could haul himself out with Aiden’s help. He looked anywhere but at Aiden as he sat and tried to wipe the dust and mud off his bright red doublet. He immediately reminded the Witcher of a cardinal bird.

Aiden cleared his throat awkwardly, “Your ankle, think you can walk on it? I can help you back to your camp or horse if not.”

Jaskier shook his head, “Don’t have either I’m afraid. I’ve been travelling incredibly light as of late, I don’t know if you’ve tried it, but it’s been surprisingly freeing not being weighed down by useless stuff, you know.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call a bedroll useless.”

Jaskier waved a hand, “Debatable. I-fuck!” Aiden caught him by the arm as his ankle immediately buckled underneath him when he tried to stand, “No, walking’s not happening. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologise for. Lean on me.”

“Where are you taking me?”

Good fucking question, actually.

Aiden really didn’t have time for this. He couldn’t leave a defenceless human hobbling around on an injured leg, but he couldn’t exactly risk an outsider encountering the Caravan either. There was a reason they stayed off the main roads after all. He tried to sketch a basic map in his head: This should be just about manageable.

“My camp. We’ll use my horse to get you to the nearest town and you can make your own way from there yeah? Unless you know of anywhere else nearby, where were you heading?” The nearest town was about a days ride away, if he rode through the night after dropping Jaskier off he should hopefully be back in time to catch the Caravan.

“I…no,” and there was that hurt again, “I have nowhere to be and nowhere to go. Such is the life of travelling Bard.”

“Easy, Sparrow.” Aiden cooed as he helped Jaskier up on the saddle, the Bard holding his lute in his lap and muttering something about how it must be some unspoken Witcher tradition to name your horse after another animal.

“Know many Witchers then?” Aiden asked

“Just the one, we travelled together on and off for a time, he’s a Wolf.” Aiden felt ice go down his spine. Fuck. A certain, tolerable raven head being the exception, if he was going to end up with some possessive fleabag accusing him of kidnapping, Aiden was cutting ties now.

“Where are they now?” Aiden tried to keep his tone light. If Lambert had lost another brother, he wouldn't know until he made it back to his own home for the winter and the thought that Aiden would know before the poor sods family momentarily settled heavily in his chest.

“I don’t actually know. We had a bit of a disagreement a while back. Which school are you by the way, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Aiden fished the snarling cat head from out of his tunic, which was met with raised eyebrows and an “…Ah.”

“Still happy with our plan?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jaskier sounded genuinely confused.

“I can guess what your Wolf told you about my lot. If you’d rather take your chances, I can leave you with some basic supplies.”

“Dear, if I paid attention to every single thing I got told about Witchers, my life would have taken a very different direction. You’ve given me no reason not to trust you so far. So, hop up and let’s go.”

“Self-preservation isn’t a phrase you know very well, is it?”

“We’ve a passing acquaintance at best. Speaking of, may I know the name of my rescuer and escort? Unless you don’t mind me calling you Dear for the entire trip.”

“I’m Aiden.”

Read the rest on my A03!

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden centric #witcher aiden #aiden/jaskier friendship #witcher jaskier #jaskier #jaskier whump #dyn marv #cat witchers

[dream-phantasm]

Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (END)

Y’all, let’s pretend it’s still Feb 14 

this thing has literally been chilling in my drafts since the first part of this series 😭 so, uh, if anything seems off, it’s because I wrote this before I wrote parts 2-6

Hope you enjoy! This entry contains a very small reference to Episode/Book 1

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | END [!]

You enter the library. Your mind was still racing from the possibilities of your…admirer? Ugh, it was still weird to think about! Who could it be!? 

You weren't even here for the books but it would be nice to maybe get some studying done. There was a big exam coming up soon or so you had heard from Riddle. You sigh and get to work, gathering books. 

Plus, Ace and Deuce wouldn't come find you here anyway. You had dropped Grim-sitting duty on them, which in retrospect, wasn't a good idea. If anything did happen, you had no part in that. You'll bail them out of the consequences later.

You'd been here a few times before. After all, you were a complete stranger to this world and the library seemed like the best place to find out more. Since you weren't from this world, you could treat this just like reading the lore of a fictional world. That made things fun for you. 

You made your way to your spot at the back of the library. Nobody usually goes back there so you've laid claim to it as your private reading spot. The books you've compiled completely block your view so you carefully put them down, watching your step. You pull a chair out and you freeze.

The soft sound of breathing and a light inconsistent thumping. You look beyond your pile of books.There lies a slumbering man, head laying on his arms as he's slumped over the table. 

He has messy brown locks, there are two braids framing his face. His unbuttoned shirt and rolled up sleeves gave off the impression he was rather careless with his appearance. You really hated how he appeared to give off that 'I woke up like this' look but still managed to look gorgeous. Most notable of all, of course, were the fuzzy lion ears on top of his head and the furry tail with a tassel of fur at the end. 

You stare silently. Internally, your thoughts are going off like a lightning round.

Who is this guy? Is this a beastman? Should I be scared? Is this a good time to run? Will he wake up? What will I do if he wakes up? Can I even outrun a beastman? If he's not a cat, what is he- 

He shifts. His head leans slightly to the side, off his arms. He does this rather gracefully and now you can see his beautiful features that just scream 'big trouble'. Oh boy, that scar is not helping your heart. You're starting to understand your admirer. It does indeed feel like an oncoming heart attack.

You notice him shivering just a little. Maybe beastmen were simply more sensitive to the cold draft. It is basically Winter after all and you've definitely had it hard living in Ramshackle. You sigh and shrug off your blazer. 

Hoping you don't wake him up, you gently lay it over him. You tense as the tassel at the end of his tail thumps against the chair. His ears twitch and your heart clenches. 

It's adorable, the animal traits. Especially on a handsome guy like that? Well, the gap here was gigantic. Paired with the scar, it gave him a roguish-edge that would make anyone swoon.

Wait a second. A scar? You stop and gasp rather loudly. You quickly slap a hand over your own mouth. His ears twitch and you pray to the great sevens he hasn't woken up. 

It's the grouchy guy from the botanical garden! The last time you had seen him he was threatening to bite your face off or something and you hadn't paid attention to his face. Aha! So you were right, all the attractive people here were the worst. 

His name was Leona, or so you had assumed. That's what Ruggie had called him that day. Ah, stupid! You knock yourself on the head. If only you had recognized him sooner!

You had met him other times before in the botanical garden again. Your conversations were always awkward with him making sly remarks and implications about mauling you. 

Once he was in a better mood though, he made an okay conversational partner. Leona was rather intelligent and sometimes he threw some advice at you when you were doing your homework. Of course, that was because of his weird superiority complex over you. 

You never really paid attention to his face though, the first time he had looked at you was intimidating enough. You never asked for his name either. Your mind must've repressed the details of his face in your head. 

You hadn't gotten the chance to speak to him again since everything just…happened with Heartslabyul. He had completely slipped your mind as you were reeling from the incident. You felt kind of bad. 

You glumly wondered if you could get your blazer back. But then again, you didn't want him to freeze to death. But then again, if you took it from Leona now, you could leave your future nuisance cold. Wait, that was kind of mean. He was kind of friendly and helpful sometimes. 

You wish the guys here weren't so complicated but you had to admit, that was their charm. Yes, they were all jerks. You're starting to think Stockholm syndrome is sinking in. 

With a sigh, you take a seat and open a book. You sneak a glance at the beastman to find he's still sleeping like a rock. Leona's no longer shivering. I just let him have the jacket because I don't want to risk waking him. You reason to yourself. 

You bring your focus back to the book you're currently reading as you try to ignore Leona. Dang it, even when he's not doing anything, he manages to captivate your attention. You huff but keep your eyes on the book. 

What feels like about a few minutes later, you lower the book with a sigh.  "Oh my great-" You try not to scream. 

His lidded emerald eyes bore into you, pinning you still. A tiny amused smile plays at his lips as his . You nearly threw your book at him out of sheer shock.

"You- How long were you awake?" You calm yourself down with deep breaths as you still look at him wide-eyed. "Hm, long enough." Leona makes a low hum, there's still a calm smile on his face.

"That's very specific." You respond. Silence fills the air as you try to hold a staring contest with him. You don't really feel like returning to your book. His green eyes just keep drawing you in. You wonder how deep they go. You might've been imagining it but they were really bright.

"Hm, like what you see?" 

Your face turns red as you groan. You drop your head into the table. "No, stop. This is the worst Valentines day." You grumble. 

"Tell me about it." You hear him reply, you hate how every time he speaks, your heart skips a beat. You're starting to understand your admirer. "Don't patronize me. You're attractive and cool, you got a bunch of confessions or something." You snap. You're just stating the obvious when you call him that. 

"What? There's nothing to be jealous about. Valentines is a day just like any other, where some win and others lose." Leona drawls. "Ugh, yeah. At least there was free food." You mumble, then you remember Ruggie. "Wait no, my food got stolen by that jerk." You scowl.

You're still face down on the table. You notice his tail underneath the table. You watch as it inches closer to you. 

"Did you like the candy hearts?"

You freeze. You didn't…nobody but Ace, Deuce and Grim should've known the contents of that pouch. Of course, the only exception would be the-

You shoot up from, just as you feel the tassel of his tail wrap itself around your ankle and pull. You fall forward onto the table, inches away from hitting the wood. 

"Wow, what the heck was th-" You shout before you look up. You can feel his breath tickle your face but more importantly, those green eyes. The orange vest meant he was a Savanaclaw student if the animal features weren't already a dead giveaway. 

"You…You're Leona Kingscholar, the dorm head of Savanaclaw." You pause. 

"That's right. I would've thought you'd figure this out sooner." He snorts softly. Leona looks at you expectantly to continue.  

"And…"

"And?"

"You're my secret admirer."

You're this close to banging your hand against the table if it turns out you're completely wrong. 

"So, you finally caught me."

You breathe out a giant sigh of relief, leaning back into your seat. "Oh thank the great sevens!" You laugh, wiping tears of joy and relief from the corner of your eyes. You lay back and laugh some more. 

"You're…that overjoyed that your secret admirer was me?" Leona looks incredulously at you. You stop to breathe, you realize how weird this probably looks to him. "Uh, um…" You consider his question carefully. 

You blink at him blankly as you think. He sighs after a moment. "Ahh, I get it. So, it's a rejection." He grumbles. "No, no, i-it's not like that!" You frantically shook your head. 

"I…I accept. You're cool. I want to get to know you better first though? Like, why were you so confident I wouldn't reciprocate?" You raise an eyebrow. To your surprise, a subtle blush somewhat forms on his face as his eyes widened only slightly. 

"I don't know if you're really that dense to not notice. Most people don't like me, herbivore." He growls, tail flailing around lazily. "But, Bucchi seems to like you plenty and those Savanaclaw students cared enough to cover up for you." You frown. 

"That's because I pay Ruggie and those students fear me too much to say anything." Leona snorts. "Hm…I don't think that's true at all." You sigh, 

"You're very intelligent, cool and most of all- You're pretty pretty." You pull a cringe face that immediately gives you secondhand embarrassment…from yourself. Leona seems to think it's dumb because he shoves his hand in your face and pushes you back.

"Ah, okay. I get it." You groan, grabbing his hand off your face. Leona smirks, his fingers intertwining with yours. 

Your face turns red, being around this man would do you no good.

Ao3: HERE If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

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