#pin hawthorne fluff

[jahayla-parker]

Note/confession: this was an unplanned fic that I’ve written to shamelessly offer myself some semblance of comfort (or as I told @ell0ra-br3kk3r , remedying me needing my Freddy fix after the events of my trip; which you’ll more or less read about below- except unlike y/n I don’t actually have Freddy to comfort me 😭)

Bite Me : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 2.3k wc, y/n is fortunate enough to be looked after by her wonderfully caring husband Freddy after her recent vacation took an unexpected turn. Fluff, hurt/sick comfort.

Warnings: not proofread yet, one curse right at the start, mentions of bug bites and bugs, mentions of bug bite symptoms and treatment (including prescriptions and other medical settings & topics), minor mentions of a small amount of blood (from scratching too hard).

“Fuck me,” y/n whimpered, her body feeling truly miserable. She had been on a trip with friends to several beaches over the last week and now she was covered in bites. Prior to being bitten by them, she’d never even heard of no see ums. But, that didn’t stop them from aggressively attacking all areas of y/n’s body.

Freddy frowned as he watched y/n twitch as she tried to restrain herself from scratching at the inflamed, red, aggravated bites. He’d been bitten by the particular bug only once before and only a handful of marks formed that time, but he still knew how terribly itchy the welts could be. He even recalled having wished to have been bitten by mosquitoes instead as no see ums are far worse. As such, Freddy felt horrible for his wife.

“We’re almost there, darling,” Freddy encouraged softly. He reached across the console to grab Y/N’s hand, his thumb cautiously rubbing the back of it while avoiding the multiple bites present there. When y/n hummed begrudgingly in response, Freddy gazed over at her and his eyes once again tried to scan just how many bites she was covered in. He’d tried to count them upon her return home, but she just wanted to sleep as she’d gotten in at the early hours of the morning today. Unfortunately, as Freddy suspected, y/n had only been able to get a couple hours of sleep before waking up due to the pain and discomfort. Therefore, he was now driving her to the urgent care clinic nearby to be seen.

Y/n had initially been against Freddy’s idea, feeling like she was utilizing resources that would be better used by others. But, after Freddy had made it a point to authentically count out each of the bumps on her right lower leg, she quickly changed her mind. Freddy had only counted the bites on the area between the base of her right knee and the top of her right ankle. Yet, his counting was cut off by y/n when he’d reached 146 bites in that area alone.

It wasn’t uncommon for no see ums to bite in bunches with multiple bites on an area. But, Freddy hadn’t seen anything like this before. He could only imagine the amount of bugs that had ventured onto her legs as they decided to make a meal of her. Especially when he realized it wasn’t just her lower right leg that was bitten countless times. Instead, Freddy quickly realized the bites also more than covered y/n’s upper right leg, all the way to her bum. His despair over her predicament increased when he’d seen that the red itchy bites had mapped all over both legs in the same manner, the fronts and backs of her arms from her hands to her shoulders, her neck, chest, and entire upper and middle back areas as well. As ridiculous and impossible as it was, Freddy wished he could’ve protected his lovely wife from such an awful occurrence.

Freddy knew he couldn’t reasonably expect to count every single bite, much less when driving. But, the simple fact that when he’d looked over to do so he’d seen her agony broke his heart. Freddy sighed as she clutched her hands tightly together to keep from scratching futilely at the marks. After stopping at the next light, he leaned over and pressed a sympathetic kiss to her forehead. “I know you’re miserable, but you’re doing so well, love,” Freddy encouraged.

Freddy prepared himself to try and convince y/n to take the vile-tasting liquid medication the doctor had passed her way. Only, before he could even open his mouth, she’d confirmed with the doctor the appropriate process and then promptly downed the cup in one go. In fact, Freddy’s suspicions of the severity of her condition were confirmed when she went for a second toss of the contents in the cup to be sure to not miss a single drop of the remedy. He brushed some hair from her face and handed her a glass of water to wash down the aftertaste, hating that was all he could do for her.

Freddy listened to the doctor’s advice very carefully, asking plenty of follow-up questions to ensure he knew how to best help his wife. He’d easily memorized that in addition to the liquid steroid medication she’d just taken, the doctor was prescribing y/n some very strong prescription antihistamines to take twice a day at home. Freddy had discussed bathing and showering restrictions with the provider, making mental note to not let her take anything other than a cold water bath or shower until the welts were resolved. He had to come to terms with the notion that y/n’s severe discomfort might not be fully remedied for over two weeks even with the treatment offered. Freddy hated that idea and wanted to cry when he saw y/n holding back tears over the thought of this lasting that long.

“Oohhh,” y/n whined, a sarcastic laugh exiting her lips after. “Gaaahhh, Freddyyyyyy,” she cried out. She shifted around in her husband’s passenger seat unable to get comfortable. “It, it iiiitttcchhesss”.

Freddy’s eyes flickered from the road briefly to look at y/n. He sighed deeply with a frown. “I know,” he replied solemnly. “But-, no darling, no scratching,” Freddy directed, pulling her arm away from her thigh.

“But,” y/n croaked, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how insanely itchy her entire body was. Not to mention, there was also this simultaneous burning sensation from the bites and she was exhausted from not sleeping. Y/n genuinely didn’t think she’d been that uncomfortable before without being in excruciating pain. “It itches so badly,” y/n pointed out weakly.

With his eyes turned back onto the road, Freddy took the hand of Y/N’s he’d grabbed moments before and brought it to his lips. He placed a loving kiss on the backside of her hand. “I’m truly sorry, darling,” he acknowledged, “but scratching, well, it’ll only make it worse”.

“Oh bite me,” y/n exclaimed, using her other hand to scratch her ankle aggressively.

Freddy sighed and shook his head. He understood her desire (to the extent he was capable of that is since her situation was far worse than anything similar that he’d ever had). But, he still despised the idea that she could be harming herself by doing so. As such, he tapped one of the few clear spots on her leg and lightly shook his head at her. “Besides,” Freddy murmured, opting for another approach to his response. “I’m afraid things biting you is what got you into this situation, no?” He teased playfully, earning an unamused glare from y/n despite her small whimperish laugh.

Y/n grimaced as the itchy sensation once again fluttered through her body from head to toe and back. She began rubbing her legs against each other in hopes of having the friction ease the desire to actually scratch the bites. Y/n knew it still wasn’t likely an ideal solution, but something had to give, and at least this way she wasn’t risking opening the welts.

“Darling, it’s time,” Freddy said as he entered their living room. He quickly passed y/n her favorite water bottle and one of her newly prescribed antihistamines. They both sighed in minimal relief as she visibly swallowed the pill. It was obvious they were both hoping the pill would start to help her discomfort soon.

“Thank you,” y/n said quietly. She set the water bottle down, a small smile forming as she realized her husband had explicitly cleaned her emotional support water bottle for her to use. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, noticing the confusion the sentiment made form on Freddy’s face. “I’m being difficult and whiny,” y/n admitted, “I know I am, but-“.

“Y/n, love,” Freddy coed warmly. He cupped her face; partially choosing that contact option because it was the only part of her body he could touch without further igniting the itching feeling constantly inside of her. “You can whine and complain all you want,” he said tenderly. “You’re in an absurdly unpleasant and downright desolate state,” Freddy frowned in sympathy. “You’re not being difficult by wanting to, or actually scratching, you are fighting the urge the best you can. I know that.” “Why don’t we watch something on the telly to distract you a bit?” Freddy suggested considerately.

“I am freaking miserable,” y/n said in a singsong voice. She laughed humorously as she slid her shorts back on over her irritated skin, restraining from scratching the bites. She heard Freddy’s sympathetic sigh over the faint sound of his footsteps as he made his way to their bathroom. Y/n turned on the sink faucet, groaning as she prepared to wash her hands with warm water for sanitary purposes despite knowing how much worse her symptoms would be as a result.

Just as the water trickled onto Y/N’s hand, she noticed a small bug on her left at the edge of the vanity corner. It was some small black bug, but that’s all she could tell from that angle. As such, she reached over and moved the decorative item that was blocking her eyes from determining what kind of bug it was that had broken into her home. Y/n quickly realized it was a tiny spider as it began dangling from a thin web against the wall.

Without hesitating or even thinking, Y/N smacked her bare palm against the bug. The realization of what she’d just done hit her instantaneously as she pulled her hand back and saw the squished black mark on the white bathroom wall. “I don’t fuck around with bugs anymore,” she declared thoughtlessly. Y/n didn’t realize how unhinged her behavior or remark were until she heard the way Freddy’s chuckles reverberated around their restroom.

Y/n swallowed thickly as she hurriedly washed her hands. She tried to hide her bashful expression as she spun to where Freddy was in order to dry her hands. Only, it seemed he’d noticed and it only fueled his laughter further. Y/n shot him a fake glare that quickly shifted as she burst into genuine laughter of her own over her actions.

“Bloody hell,” Freddy laughed. He snaked his arms around y/n’s lower back to avoid most of her bites. “I am absolutely enamored by you, y/n/n,” he confessed with an amused grin. “And, quite impressed, you not only didn’t ask me to kill the spider for you, but you used your bare palm to do so on your own and then trash talked it,” Freddy said as he shook his head.

Y/n giggled and cautiously rested her head against Freddy’s shoulder. She made sure she was positioned so that none of the areas of her skin that were covered in bites touched her husband. Not because they were contagious, as they weren’t, but rather to keep her symptoms from increasing. “Let’s not talk about that again,” y/n hummed bashfully.

“Oh, but, darling, we have to talk about that all again still,” Freddy argued playfully. He laughed lightheartedly at y/n’s exaggerated groan, knowing the giggles that followed it showed her true feelings over the situation.

Freddy gasped whisperingly as he entered the bedroom. He figured it was taking y/n too long to change into her pajamas, so he’d wandered that way to check on her and possibly offer some help. Only, it seemed her discomfort had intensified to the point she’d caved into the burning desire to scratch at the inflamed bites. For, Freddy had entered the bedroom to find y/n rapidly scratching any and all areas of her body she could get her hands on; her hands flying around as they moved between areas with aggressively intense speed and force. Yet, it was the already visible result of such actions that made Freddy uncontrollably gasp.

“Oh love,” Freddy whined quietly. He could only imagine how bad her body was feeling if she had resorted to painfully dragging her nails all over her skin in hopes of even temporary relief. Especially as she’d done so to the extent that several of the once red-from-inflammation welts were now red from the trace amount of blood that had begun to leave the now open bites.

Instead of scolding y/n for something he knew was a last resort effort for her, Freddy exited the bedroom and quickly returned with a wet towel. “Let’s clean these off with a cold cloth, yeah?” He suggested as he knelt down before her seated position at the edge of their bed. “Place your hands on my shoulders please, darling,” Freddy requested, planning on using that as a way to keep her from continuing to violently scratch at her body. “Perfect, thank you,” he hummed as he slowly brought the cold cloth to her bare skin.

Freddy took his time cleaning the blood from y/n’s skin. He had intentionally taken longer than was necessary because he recalled how the doctor mentioned a cold compress could help ease the inflammation and therefore hopefully the itching. It was only once Freddy had felt the cloth reach room temperature that he fully removed it from her skin.

When he heard y/n sigh quietly in slight disappointment, Freddy realized instead of ending the round of treatment, he should step up his game. As such, he held onto Y/N’s hands as they remained on his shoulders and lowered them to his chest as he stood. “Darling,” Freddy spoke softly before he kissed her forehead. “I’m going to draw you a cold bath, we’ll give that a try”.

Unfortunately, this went on for quite some time. But, Freddy never gave up on his efforts to ease y/n’s misery. And, no matter how bad it got, y/n was never able to feel truly desolate because she knew her husband would do whatever he could to help her. Eventually, things resolved and Freddy attested that he was going to be sure to remind her to pack & use bug spray for all of her travels even if he wasn’t there to apply it to her skin himself.

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[wednesday-fanatic]

Who I Will Write For and What I Will Write For

Will: Smut, fluff, angst, death, I will do Dom/sub dynamics, choking, masterbation, overestimulation, hard doms, soft doms.

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I do requests. I will do X Reader and X OC.

Message me through my profile if you have a request. I do not really check comments, so it's easier for me to get requests through a message then a comment

I will write for characters from Kings Choice which is a game on the Google play store. I dont know why but im in love with some of the characters, like, the way their animated is hot. Here's who I'll write for from the game:

Lance

Beth/Ian

Ryan

Esmerelda

Eva

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I will do smut, fluff, and angst for the Kings Choice game. I take requests for them too

[unrequitedloveletter]

so, it’s probably nothing, but it’s been on my mind sometime and I can’t let it go- hug prompts! The link for those is here, and again, you can send in as many combinations as you want!

pin hawthorne with 2, 3, and 4??

Spring- Pin Hawthorne x gn! reader

okay, thank you for sending this in! I haven't written for Pin in almost six months and I missed it a lot more than I thought lol. The prompts you sent in are as listed below:

slowdancing that’s actually just a hug with swaying involved, hugs that last a long time, and “It’s been a while,” hugs

fic type- fluff

warnings- mentions of flooding and power outages in relation to snow and rainstorms, mentions of icy roads/ground also in relation to snow and rainstorms

You’d always loved it when spring graced the island, though you weren't shy of admitting your disdain for the lethal weather that late winter and early spring often brought along.  

During winter, the stables were in a relatively consistent state of snow and cold weather from September through to the last week of March. Spring always got a late start and, as you’d noticed since you moved to the island at sixteen, winter always liked to overstay its welcome.

Spring weather typically came back around between the last three days of March and the first six days of April, often immediately following a snowstorm so severe that you and Pin would have to check on the horses at least a day in advance. You'd have to get to the stables and make sure that nothing was at risk of breaking with the strength of the wind and that everything was still properly insulated to keep out the worst of the cold.

The last week of March and the first week of April were no different that year. A snowstorm picked up on the twenty-eighth of March and lasted through to the thirtieth, you in yours and Pins loft, Pin staying with his dad due solely to happenstance, as Pin had stopped in for tea and to see how things were with his dad when the snowstorm started unexpectedly. 

On the thirty-first, a rainstorm hit and Pin couldn’t get back to you because of the risk of a power outage due to the wind, coupled with the fact that the snow was melting and turning into ice that made driving or travelling by horse way too risky. 

Pin didn’t get to your loft until the third of April, waiting out the storm--which had only ended on the second, ending on a high note with warnings of icy roads, fallen trees, flooding on the roads and warnings about floods flashing in bright white against bold red on every single news station--in his old room and keeping his dad company, the two of them playing card games when the power went out, drinking cold tea and talking in some feeble effort to pass the time. 

He knew you’d be at the stables with Gabby, Zoe, and Marcus, checking on the horses and feeding them when he saw your text that morning. Instead of telling him to meet you, though, you simply asked him to run a couple of errands in your stead, and so he did.

When he got back to the loft, he’d spent the better part of four hours on his feet. He had a twenty pound bag of cat food for the two and a half year old orange tabby you’d adopted together over one shoulder, a bag with bread, ice cream, sugar and a couple of the sweets you loved in his left hand. 

He put the bag down to unlock the door, proceeded in, fed the cat--who you’d been calling Pumpkin since you’d adopted him--and put the groceries away, happy to simply stand in your kitchen for the first time in nearly a week, a song from an indie band Pin liked playing idly through a bluetooth speaker.

You came into the house fifteen minutes later, not even registering Pins presence at first. 

But then you noticed the striking blue eyes, the obsidian ring that he hadn’t taken off of his ring finger since you got each other promise rings as a three year anniversary present the year before. You saw the black hoodie that Pin always wore during the winter, the one you always stole during the spring, and you almost felt weightless.

“Ran your errands,” he said. “How were the horses?” 

“They were fine,” you said, knowing that the horses and Bright Fields as a whole had slipped from your mind entirely as you walked toward him. “Everything was fine. Nothing took significant damage.” 

Pin pulled you into a hug and felt relief flood every single part of him with the action, felt himself relax as your arms wrapped around him and hugged him as tightly as he’d hugged you. 

You’d been communicating through a combination of facetime and texting for nearly a week, and sure, that was passable, but nothing could ever beat the feeling of your body against his, your lips on his cheek and his lips on your forehead as “I love yous” and “I’ve missed yous” and “it’s been too longs” fell from your lips. 

Somewhere within the depths of it all, Pin had jokingly asked you if you'd like to dance and you'd said yes, pulled him impossibly closer and cherished the warmth his body provided as part of you devised a plan to steal the hoodie he wore.

You knew that he'd likely swap it in favor of a knitted jumper if the heat didn't kick in in the loft by the time that the temperature dropped with nightfall, and you'd simply take it then.

You would press a kiss to his lips when he asked if you'd stolen his hoodie later on, and Pin would roll his eyes as one of his arms wrapped around you and a kiss was dropped onto your cheekbone.

The slow dance you’d begun with him wasn’t really more than a hug with swaying involved, the two of you moving slowly through the kitchen, talking idly and enjoying each others presences after almost a week of not being able to hug or kiss or exist with one another. 

It’d been a while, and that was communicated with the reluctance you had when it came to letting one another go.

Eventually, though, you did. When you checked the time, you found that you and Pin had been holding each other for almost an hour.

The realization made you laugh, contentment flooding through you as Pin pressed a kiss to your jawline, arm around your waist as the two of you moved into the living room. You curled up together on the couch, eventually falling asleep in the comfort of the silence you shared. 

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[swanimagines]

Hi, I was wondering if I could make a Pin Hawthorne request! I just finished re-watching Free Rein and I need some Pin content in my life haha, but I was wondering if I could have the reader be friends with Becky, Jade, and Zoe and they know that she likes Pin so they keep on trying to drop hints to Pin about it until one day Becky slips up and just tells him, Little bit of Angst because the reader doesn't admit that she likes him at first because she's upset that Becky slipped up, but fluff at the end! Much love hun xx

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[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Rules

aka things to know before you send in a request

I have decided to go back to an old format for requests where technically - requests are open all the time. The only reason I will close requests (and if I do, it will be explicitly stated in my pinned post) will be because I am overwhelmed with the amount of requests that I have, or because I am taking a break from writing due to reasons in my personal life (which I sometimes do because of my chronic illness). But I prefer to keep requests open all the time, because it means that people can send in ideas that can inspire amazing fics.

In general, I love it when people send in ideas and discussion about the characters I love - even if its not in the form of a request. At any time, you can send me random thoughts and headcanons about the characters that I write for, and I am likely to respond to those asks with my own fanficy type thoughts, and often these are the type of things that inspire me to write - more so than sending in an actual request.

But if you want to send in a straight forward request, then below is all the information you need to know before you do so. (If you don't read all the information in this post first, then I am likely to amend your request into something you might not like, or I may just delete it altogether.)

Important notes: there are some dialogue prompts on this post that I am really excited about writing for, so if you are sending in a request, pay special attention to those. And while I primarily write for female reader characters, I also write for gender neutral reader characters and masc/male reader characters (and it's something I really enjoy doing).

Characters That I Write For:

Please note: I am not writing for Criminal Minds at this time, and Criminal Minds is the only fandom on my Main Masterlist that I am not accepting requests for.

With all the other fandoms and characters, you can send in requests at any time. But note - I will pay more attention to fandoms that I am particularly interested in (aka if I have recently written and released fics for those fandoms, if they are listed in my pinned as my current main interest, etc.). If you send me a request, even if I don't respond to it right away, I will keep it in my inbox for a long time and I may get to it later. I like to write things when I feel inspired to do so, and there is no time limit on this.

I am open to adding more characters to this list, so if your favourite character is not here, feel free to ask me if I am willing to write for them. All of the characters on this list are ones that I will write for as love interests - characters that I see through a sexual and romantic gaze. I am open to writing for other characters from these series platonically, so let me know if you would be interested in that list. (I will also write for these characters platonically, but I will assume that any requests for them are as romantic or sexual interests unless otherwise stated.)

DC Titans - Gar Logan, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Kory Anders, Donna Troy, Hank Hall, Dawn Granger, and Conner 'Kent' (with him, I prefer to write smutty topics with S4 Conner/Luthor!Conner, and I will write angst and fluff with any version of Conner).

The Walking Dead - Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene/Rhee, Daryl Dixon, King Ezekiel, Jerry, Rosita Espinosa, Tara Chambler, Andrea Harrison, Michonne Hawthorne, and (maybe) Rick Grimes. (Important note: I do not write for Negan. He is a character I really dislike and I will not use him as a love interest in my fics.)

The Last Of Us - Ellie Williams and Abby Anderson.

Harry Potter - Harry James Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Draco Malfoy.

Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers and Billy Hargrove.

Misc. Horror Characters - Mike Schmidt (Five Nights At Freddy's), Vanessa Shelly (Five Nights At Freddy's), Derek Cho (Mayhem), Bee (The Babysitter), Nick Jones (House of Wax), Carly Jones (House of Wax), Stu Macher (Scream).

General Rules and Guidelines:

Requests should be sent to the ask box on this blog. I don’t accept requests in DMs because it is too disorganized and difficult to keep track of them. Finished fics may be posted as separate posts, or they may be posted as a response to the ask. Also as a general note - requests are not guaranteed to be done - they are just used as inspiration for me. It is not a fanfiction ordering system, it’s a casual collaboration on concepts and ideas.

Every single one of my fics includes a reader character. I don’t do character x character fics. If you are making a request, I will assume that you want it to be an x reader fic even if you don’t mention that part in your requests. Also, I am going to assume that you want some kind of romantic or sexual element between the reader character and the canon character unless otherwise specified, because that is what all my fics are about. And if you don’t specify the gender of the reader character, I am most likely to write the reader character as a cis female. (Though lately I have been skewing more toward writing my fics as gender neutral by default, but it depends.) Also, I am very likely to include the term Y/N in my fics. (If you think that’s too cringe, run along. I grew up in a time where Y/N was sacred and cringe didn’t exist.)

Speaking of gender - in your request, please specify if you want the reader character to be female, male, or gender neutral. When I write gender neutral fics, even in smut, I do not describe the reader’s genitals or gender presentation in any way. So I don’t write ‘GN AFAB reader’ fics. If you want the reader to be described as having a vagina, that would be a fem reader in my fics.

Also typically, I don’t describe the reader character as having specific physical traits. I like my reader character to be as broad as possible to appeal to as many people as possible. (And because I don't like focusing on those physical traits while writing.) I don’t write a character that has a specific race, height, hair color, etc. but one exception I have to this rule is that I love writing fat/plus sized readers in my fics. I love spreading love for fat bodies, especially through fics - I love making people feel good about their fatness through the gaze of a fictional character. So definitely feel free to send in requests for a plus sized reader character, as it’s one of my favourite things to write. 

For reference, I will also write about a reader character with autism or chronic illness (someone with chronic pain or a fainting disorder, or someone who uses a cane or a wheelchair), because these are groups that I am a part of and I know that they are not portrayed in fiction often enough. If you have any questions about these aspects, please feel free to send me an ask or a DM.

Also, if you do want to include in the request that the reader has certain non-physical traits, that’s okay - in fact, I encourage this. I love it when people include non-physical traits in their request because it helps to aid the plot along and it can differentiate the reader character from my other fics - and I love it when the reader character feels like a unique person in each of my fics. So feel free to thrown in things like describing the reader as being nerdy, outgoing, artsy, even being a single mother/parent or having certain superpowers where it might apply (like for a Titans fic), or having immunity from a Walker bite for a TWD fic.

I will accept requests for poly ships. I love writing for poly ships. (Character x Reader x Character.) I am a huge fan of requests like this - because I am in a poly relationship myself, I absolutely love writing for the dynamics of poly relationships. I love writing it with inserting a reader character into an already existing canon ship (like with Gleggie), or writing for two of my favourite characters who have a lot of chemistry together but were never romantic on screen (like with JayGar x Reader) - and I will even add characters to the above list just to put them in a poly relationship (like with Ellie x Reader x Dina). But please keep in mind, I will only write for three characters in a poly relationship, including the reader character. (With some small exceptions that you would have to ask me about.)

I will write smut, angst, or fluff, but I mostly prefer writing smut or angst. When requesting smut (or smutty themed things), please specify if you want the characters to be dominant or submissive. In your request, write ‘sub!reader’ or ‘dom!reader’, something to denote the dynamics to let me know what you want it to be. I am a big fan of writing submissive men, so I won’t shy away from things like that - but I will write any dynamic as long as it’s properly communicated to me. 

Also keep in mind - I will write 100% heartbreaking whump. I love writing heartbreaking fics with no happy ending - you just have to prompt me to do so. I will write for a lot of dark topics and different kinks. In general, the list of things that I won’t write is a lot shorter than the list of things that I will. So if you’re wondering if I’m okay with a request or not, just ask. 

For reference, my big ‘nos’ are: virgin!reader fics, or fics where the reader is sexually inexperienced or portrayed as innocent. I am okay with doing a ‘faux’ innocent reader (someone who is only pretending to be innocent), and I am also okay with writing about a canon character being a virgin and having their first sexual experience with the reader. (That’s something I love writing about, actually.) I am okay with writing about sexual coercion, sexual blackmail, or dubcon. (Or even noncon or cnc, under certain circumstances.) 

Also, I am okay with writing age gaps or age gap kink, but typically unless otherwise stated, I always aim to write a reader character who is around the same age as the canon character and acts mature in my fics. I will always write someone sexually autonomous and lustful, not a clueless virgin.

Also, I don’t write fics about miscarriages, safeword use, or extreme choking kink. And while I don’t write about miscarriage, I am okay with writing about pregnancy - it’s something I enjoy writing about, actually. I also enjoy writing parenting fics and family fics with children.

Below, I have listed some prompts for you, in case you need some ideas for your request. (In fact, I encourage you to use these prompts because I love them.) You don’t have to use these prompts, these are just ideas of the kind of requests I like or ideas you can use if you want to see me write for these characters but don’t know what to send in! You can definitely make up your own prompts/ideas similarly to these if you want to. 

Dialogue Prompts

I really love all these prompts and I want to write for them - if you send one in, I may write a short blurb attached to the ask for the request, or I may write a longer, more detailed oneshot if I feel inspired to do so. Please only send in one dialogue prompt per request. (Note: the ‘bonus’ part still counts as one prompt, it is just the other half of the conversation/exchange.)

“Who did this to you?” 

“You died. You should be dead.” (Bonus: “Well, I’m not.”)

“Can you run that by me again?” 

“You know, if you weren’t so annoying, you might actually be hot.” 

“Could you just listen to me for once?” 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Oh, fuck.” 

“Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay.” 

“Oh. Oh.” 

“Is that blood?” (Bonus: “It’s not mine.”) 

“No, shut up. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.” 

“Shut up and kiss me already.” 

“Why would you do something that stupid?” “Because I’m in love with you.” 

“I think I might be pregnant.”

“Oh, great. It’s you again.” 

“Is that a bite?”

“Oh my god. You’re here.”

“I’ll never forgive you for this.” 

“Why don’t you just let me help you?” 

“I am done waiting for you.” 

“I’m in love with you, dumbass.” 

“Please, just let me take care of you.” 

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll kill all of them.” 

“I can keep you safe.” 

“You’re lucky it was just a scratch.” 

“So you aren’t heartless after all?” 

“I had it under control. You didn’t need to do that.” 

“Can’t sleep?” 

“I thought I lost you.”

“You’re being really nice.” (Bonus: “Yeah, are you surprised?”) 

“I’m not afraid of you.” 

“You know, I was wrong about you.” 

“How about a goodnight kiss?”

Smut Prompts/Ideas

(This kind of devolves into a list of kinks toward the end, but it will show you what I am comfortable with writing and give you an idea of the things I like to write.)

The Canon Character is a Virgin (ex: Virgin!Jason Todd, Virgin!Glenn Rhee, etc.)

Caught Masturbating (could be the reader walking in on the canon character, or reversed)

Accidentally Sending Nudes (I won't do this one for canons where they don't have cellphones like TWD and TLOU, but I could alter it to an accidental discovery of naked photos)

Dirty Talk/Teasing

Training/Wrestling/Sparring That Turns Into Sex (I originally wrote this prompt for Titans, but I think it could work for other fandoms too)

Them Seeing You In A Slutty Outfit For The First Time (Alternatively: Them Seeing You Dressed Up For The First Time)

Late Night Semi-Public Sex - where they have to shove a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet (or the reverse)

Stuck and Fucked/Situational Bondage/Predicament Bondage

Sex Pollen (I don't think this would work for every fandom, but I will always try to work it in where I can because it's one of my favourite tropes ever)

Character A gifts Character B a Sex Toy (possibly after learning that they have little to no experience with sex toys or after some joking around about sex toys - but it turns into serious horniness)

Overstimulation

Breeding Kink

Dumbification Kink/Objectification Kink

Knife Kink or Blood Kink (or both?)

Daddy Kink or Mommy Kink (Canon Character's reaction to being called Mommy or Daddy for the first time, or them slipping up and calling you one of these titles in the heat of the moment)

(I am open to adding more onto this list, and these are just examples of things I enjoy writing about)

Angst Prompts/Ideas

(I can do any of these with a happy ending in order to fulfil a Hurt/Comfort prompt, and for the ones with death, we can just change it to 'near death'. I do really like writing Hurt/Comfort as well as Pure Angst.)

They Break Up With You To Keep You Away From Danger

Their Reaction To You Breaking Up With Them

You Die In Their Arms (or the reverse)

Specifically for The Walking Dead or The Last Of Us - Their Reaction To You Being Bitten By A Zombie (and your last moments together)

Their Reaction When You Are Killed By An Enemy

One Of You Has Been Brainwashed Or Drugged And Hurts The Other Person Or Completely Forgets The Other Person

They Sacrifice Their Life To Save You

They Save You From A Near Death Experience (or the reverse)

They Find Out That You Are Alive After Thinking That You Died

Being Reunited After Years, But You Didn't Part On Good Terms

Unrequited Love (they see you with someone else, they think you'll never love them back, etc.)

Fluff Prompts/Ideas

(I don't have as many ideas for these because I am bad at writing pure fluff fics lmao.)

Canon Character Finds Out That You Are Pregnant (could be with their child, but I could also do this prompt with a female love interest)

Canon Character Gifts You A Dog Or A Cat

Meet Cute - showing how you and the Canon Character met; running into each other at a coffee shop, a moment from the canon, etc. something showing your general first impressions of each other

Spending Your Birthday With The Canon Character - showing what they would do for your birthday

The Canon Character Proposing To You

I also want to do more MLTs, Reactions, and Headcanons. These are shorter formats of fics that are easier to complete faster, so definitely send in some requests for these!

To clarify:

MLTS - ‘Most Likely To’s aka a short description explaining which character of the group (or two, or three characters) would be ‘most likely’ to do something or enjoy something. This could be exploring their potential enjoyment of a kink or how they would behave on a date, how they would be as a romantic partner. It can be anything you want, get creative. 

Reactions - 'how would they react to…’ aka a short description explaining how the characters (two or three, you can choose) would react to a certain situation. (If you want this format done with the whole group at once, it will likely be much shorter.) 

Headcanons - a collection of bullet points that creates a shorter, quicker, more efficient style of fic by taking the reader through a tour of ideas, the character’s reactions and thoughts in a shorter format. (These are like full fics, but can usually be done faster.) 

(If you need some inspiration, examples of prompts will be below.) 

Prompts for MLTs: 

Most likely to seek revenge if you were harmed by an enemy (or if you were killed by an enemy) 

Mostly likely to have a breeding kink 

Most likely to enjoy PDA 

Most likely to want kids in a relationship

Prompts for Reactions: 

How would they react to an unexpected pregnancy? 

How would they react to seeing you naked for the first time? (Or seeing you naked by accident?)

How would they react if someone insulted you in front of them? 

How would the group react to finding out that you have been hurt? (Note: you can mention who you want the love interest to be and who you want to be platonic in this case) 

How would they react to seeing you alive after believing you had died? 

How would they react to you saying ‘I love you’ for the first time? 

How would they react to finding out that you have been bitten?

Prompts for Headcanons: 

Headcanons for how the two of you met - What was their first impression of you? How long did you know each other before things became romantic?

Sex headcanons (how is this character in bed, what are their kinks, etc.) 

Headcanons of tropes (ex: enemies to lovers with Daryl, childhood friends to lovers with Maggie, There Was Only One Bed with Tara, etc.) 

So now that you have read all that, if you would like to send in a request, you can send in one to my ask box: here!

#sundrop speaks #important #requests

[cellgore]

— 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐐.

this is a multifandom blog meaning that i favorite certain fandoms/characters so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

please don’t be offended if you send a request for someone and I don’t fulfil it, sometimes the inspiration is lacking for certain characters. I still wish to write though so I will continue to post.

requests are open so you can send them whenever you want !

DO YOU HAVE A MASTERLIST?

my masterlist is pinned at the top of my blog in navigation when viewing in the app, it can also be found on the left hand side of my blog when viewing on desktop.

ARE YOUR REQUESTS OPEN?

please check my pinned masterlist for request details, I always try my best to keep it updated.

WHAT DO YOU WRITE FOR?

smut, angst, fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to an extent), blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, supernatural, choking, mommy/daddy kink. (wrap it up!)

WHAT DO YOU NOT WRITE FOR?

rpf, necrophilia, incest, daddy/little play, age play (basically pedophilia), spitting, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, miscarriage, any kind of abuse, child fics, any ocs, the pet name ‘kitten’ is just.. no.

WHAT DO YOU USE FOR YOUR HEADERS?

I use canva and sometimes ibispaint x. I get most of my images from pinterest.

WHO DO YOU WRITE FOR?

MARVEL

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, miles morales, tony stark, peter parker (all variants), doctor strange, wade wilson, eddie brock, kate bishop, mary jane

DC UNIVERSE

harley quinn, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, bruce wayne/batman

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson, steve harrington, henry creel, jim hopper

THE WALKING DEAD

negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie greene, glenn rhee, abraham ford, carl grimes, morgan jones, shane walsh, michonne hawthorne, ezekiel sutton, gabriel stokes, eugene porter, rosita espinosa

RESIDENT EVIL

leon scott kennedy, chris redfield, claire redfield, ashley graham, ada wong, luis sera, albert wesker, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, rebecca chambers, sherry birkin, ethan winters, helena harper, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg

MODERN WARFARE II

simon riley/ghost, john mactavish/soap, john price, kate laswell, phillip graves, kyle garrick/gaz, alejandro vargas, könig, gary sanderson/roach, farah karim, valeria garza, rodolfo parra

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU . . .

are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic. judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading. copy or repost my fics. follow me if you’re problematic. send your full fic into my ask box, i will not post it. —  if you fit the average dni criteria you will be blocked.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG AND I ASK THAT MDNI - THANK YOU.

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[system-to-the-madness]

Missed You - Pin Hawthorne x Reader

Pairing: Pin Hawthrone x (fem!)Reader Genre: fluff Summary: You are attending Mia’s Mistletoe Ball all by yourself, missing Pin, who is still traveling. What you don’t know is that Pin missed you just as much. Warning: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF Word Count: 2 027

The ground and trees were powdered white with fresh snow. You pulled the thin jacket tighter around your shoulders as you listened to Becky‘s performance. Since the singer Mia had booked for the Mistletoe Ball had cancelled last minute, Becky, her brother, Winnie and Bob had jumped in, presenting Becky‘s reinterpretation of the song „12 Days of Christmas“. You had to admit: as eccentric as Becky and her choice in fashion usually was, she looked absolutely stunning tonight, and she sung with the voice of an angel. You turned to take a look at Alex, grinning as you saw the love struck look in his eyes. Those two certainly would get together soon.

You turned back to watch Becky, but another thought pushed to the surface: How much you wanted Pin to be here. After the summer he had taken of traveling, and he had not been home since. Almost four months had it been since you had last seen him, and even though he often called, and sent postcards almost weekly, you still missed him.

You could not help but wonder what would have happened between the two of you if he had not left. Last summer had been filled with tension and secret glances, catching each other staring, and finding excuses to hang out together. When he had joined Holloway, you had supported him, and when you had sprained your ankle, he had visited you daily, alsways bringing snacks, movies to watch and kept you updated on the latest developments in Bright Fields and Holloway.

You had been in love with Pin for a long time already, and last summer it had started to feel like he reciprocated these feelings. You were happy that he had taken the opportunity to travel, to explore the world, to learn about himself, but sometimes you were scared he might not want to return. It was a selfish thought, which you always pushed aside as soon as it had popped into your mind, because Pin deserved to do what he wanted, deserved to explore the world, but you could not help but wonder how things would be if he had not left. Would you have gotten together? Would he be standing behind you now, his hands placed on your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his chin resting on your head?

A tickling in your neck prompted you to turn around, almost as if you expected to find him standing right behind you, but nobody was there. You stood at the very edge of the crowd, behind you only a flower arc, decorated with white roses, and the darkness of the huge garden beyond.

You exhaled, disappointed in yourself for dreaming such stupid dreams, and turned around to Becky, who was delivering the last lines of the Christmas song. It was not fair to be daydreaming about a boy you might never have a chance with, while Becky was putting in so much effort into her performance. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, so you got a better view of her, and once she had finished singing, you applauded loudly along with the rest of the crowd.

While most people were quickly heading back inside where it was warm, you noticed Gabi and Zoe getting into a fight with Mia. You decided to ignore them, annoyed with them that not even on Christmas Eve they were able to put aside their petty fights.

Becky and Jade came jumping over to you, Alex following behind, with a wide grin on his face. Before you focused on them, you felt the weird tickle in your neck again, and took a quick look over your shoulder. But still there was only a snowed in garden behind you. Maybe it was the cold playing tricks on you.

„So, what do you have planned for the rest of the night,” Becky asked excitedly.

„Well, first of all, I‘m going to congratulate you on an amazing performance,” you laughed, making Becky squeal, „I really, really enjoyed it. And then… why not some dancing? And I‘m certain Mia will not have forgotten to have a buffet prepared, which we can loot.”

„Oh, buffet,” Becky cheered. „That‘s a good idea! Come on!”

She grabbed Alex by his sleeve, and jumped back towards the entrance to the mansion, making Jade and you laugh.

„Everything okay with you,” Jade asked, suddenly serious, trying to catch your eyes.

„What? Yes, of course!”

„Well, you seem a little gloomy,” she said.

„Ah, well.” For a moment you debated whether or not to tell her the truth, that you missed Pin, but then again he had been her friend too, she would understand how you felt, even without knowing that you were in love with him. „It‘s just… Ted and Pin always used to come over for lunch on Christmas Day, and now Pin‘s out there, somewhere in the world, and I haven‘t seen him in… over three months. I guess I just miss him.”

„I missed you, too.”

You froze, a shiver running down your spine, and the strange tickling in your neck returned, ten times stronger than before. Distantly you registered Jade squealing in delight, but then you quickly spun around, finding Pin was standing right below the flower arc, dressed in a fancy suit, that made him look so much unlike himself.

Your eyes widened slightly, and your heart seemed to skip several beats, before you leapt forward and into Pin‘s arms, which he held open for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your nose against his suit jacket, and allowed him to lift you in the air, twirling you around a few times, before he put you back on your feet, not yet letting go. (Neither of you noticed Jade quietly retreating, giving you some privacy.)

Pin smelled just like he always had, like Pin, only that the deodorant he used now seemed to be different to the one he had used in summer. Of course it would be. He had been traveling, and there were not the same hygiene products all over the world. But beyond that, he still smelled like the Pin, who had lifted you up, and thrown you into the hay, laughing at you struggling to get up again, before losing balance and falling in himself.

When you eventually pulled back, you could not help but take a closer look at his face. His hair had grown a little longer, but was now cleanly brushed. Short stubble, not longer than a day worth of not shaving coated his jaw and his eyes shone, reflecting the lights in the garden, his lips were pulled into a soft smile.

„I missed you,” he repeated, making you smile.

„I missed you, too,” you answered, suddenly wishing you could just get on your tiptoes and kiss him, out here underneath that flower arc, in the snow, at night.

But you did not. He certainly would not appreciate it, you told yourself. That your hands were still resting in his neck, brushing against his hair, his own hands gently holding your waist, meant nothing, right?

„You look absolutely mesmerising,” Pin whispered, and any other time you would have thought he was making fun of you, but you knew he meant it, his eyes skipping over the white dress you were wearing for the Ball, the makeup Jade had helped you apply, the hair Becky had pinned up for you.

„So do you,” you returned the compliment, wondering if Pin could tell how much your face was burning at his compliment. It was true though, while it was not like Pin at all to dress in suit and tie, he did look great in it. But maybe, just maybe, you preferred him in his sweater jacket, the one he had always thrown over your shoulders when you had been cold.

„Thanks, but it‘s so stiff,” Pin shrugged his shoulders, as if the motion might soften up the thick fabric of the jacket, making you giggle.

„Trust me, it‘s worth the struggle. You look great,” you laughed quietly, looking up at him. Carefully you removed your hands from where they had rested in his neck, and tucked on his tie so it was straight again. After the hug it had been slightly lopsided.

Pin‘s eyes wandered over your face for a moment, just looking at you, and you wondered if he realised that his hands were still at your waist, their warmth slowly seeping through the fabric of the dress into your skin.

Before you had come to a conclusion about whether or not he was aware, he tore his eyes away from yours, and looked up. Like a reflex you followed his line of sight, and found that the flower arc was not just that, but actually had a small twig of Mistletoe hung up in the middle of it.

And Pin and you were standing right underneath it.

Immediately your heart sped up, and quickly you glanced at Pin‘s face, waiting for his reaction. Yes, over the past months you had often dreamt about kissing Pin, but you did not want it to be because of some old tradition forcing him to kiss you. You wanted Pin to kiss you, because he wanted it.

Pin‘s eyes slowly averted from the twig over your heads, a shy smile on his face as his eyes flickered to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

„Can I?” His voice was but a whisper between you.

„You don‘t have to, if you don’t want to,” you answered, just as quiet, Pin‘s face just a few inches away from yours.

„But I do want to,” he mumbled, his eyes once more flickering to your lips before finding your eyes. „Can I?“

You weakly nodded, unable to phrase a coherent sentence anymore, and Pin looked into your eyes for a moment longer, as if to make sure you really were okay with it, before closing the gap.

The moment his lips met yours, your eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was warm and careful, neither of you quite knowing what to do. But it was sweet, and warm, and when Pin pulled you closer against his chest, you reached up your one hand and wrapped your fingers into his soft hair, allowing him to kiss you a little deeper. Your other hand was safely steading you against his chest, feeling his heart beat quickly under your palm,

While the kiss was absolutely perfect, you were slightly concerned how long it would take Pin to find out that you had never kissed anyone before, but you pushed the thought aside. For now all that mattered was the soft fabric of his suit against your arms, his hair between your fingers, his breath on your skin, his lips against yours.

You were unable to tell for how long you had been kissing, or who had pulled away first, but when you opened your eyes again you found Pin was basically glowing. His face was slightly blushed, his eyes sparkled, and a wide grin was on his face.

„I’ve wanted to kiss you for such a long time,” he blurted out, making your hide your face against his shoulder, and wrap your arms around his middle. He encased you in a hug, and chuckled quietly at your reaction. „I just want to stay here forever.”

„Don‘t you think it gonna get cold after a while?” Your voice was muffled against the black fabric of his jacket.

„But then I’d have at least an excuse to kiss you again,” he argued, referring to the mistletoe above your heads.

„Why do you need an excuse?” The words had left your lips before you had thought them through, and surprised and shocked at your own boldness, you lifted your head, looking at Pin, who had a lopsided grin on his face.

„Now, if that‘s the case...“

And then he closed the gap again, kissing you harder and longer and deeper than the first time, his hold on you never loosening, while your hearts beat in tune in the middle of the snowy winter night.

Picture Sources: Berry, Blue Flower, White Flower, Snow Flake, Snow covered Flower, Lake, Forest, Freddy Carter

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Affair of the Heart

Pairings: Pero Tovar x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, fluff, angst, slight violence against women, attempted rape, mild cursing.

Summary: Pero is a guard in your fathers army, he is also your lover. Your relationship is forbidden within society, can you overcome your obstacles or will you break.

A/N: so this was a request from the lovely @ezras-channel-rat with the prompt “For god’s sake, do this for us. I ask you to save some part of us.”

I also promised you two endings this one is happy I will give you the angsty one later in the week 😊

Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰

You could feel the heat of his gaze across the room as he took in your form. You were sat beside your father as he spoke to Lord Hawthorn about a possible betrothal between you and his son. Meeting his eyes you can see that they are blown wide in lust so you decide to tease him just a little. Twirling your hair around your finger you push it behind your shoulders giving him a clear view of your neckline. You run your fingers along the top of your breasts a mischievous smile on your face as you look straight at him. To anyone else his stance hasn’t changed, but you know him better than anyone else and you notice the subtle change in how he stands, the thick of his jaw and how he subtly readjusts himself.

“Father may I be excused from the table.”

“Alright but Tovar goes with you, it’s not right for a young lady to wander alone.”

“Thank you.”

The walk towards your room is silent, not an awkward silence, it’s comfortable, one that is only had between two people who know each other inside out. You dare not look at him for fear your body would betray you, and you can’t afford to get caught.

Upon entering your room the door is shut and you are pinned against it in seconds. His mouth hot on yours, hands wrapped around your waist pulling you close.

“Mierda women, you will be the death of me, no?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You say with a teasing smile.

“No? You were just caressing the top of your breasts for fun then?”

You reach down and rub your hand along the hard length of him. “It had its desired effect didn’t it?”

He growls from deep within his throat and lifts you up, carrying you towards your bed where he lays you down. He stands there watching you, watching your chest heave with every breath through lust blown eyes. He quickly removes his armour and underclothes, standing bare before you, his thick member bouncing as he removes his trousers.

“You have too many clothes mi amor. Strip now!”

The commanding tone to his voice sends a thrill through you and you quickly remove all your clothing.

“So beautiful, and all mine.”

He grabs your breasts and massages it roughly as he lays you back in the bed. Your bodies flush against each other. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Please Pero, do not tease-need-you inside.”

“Patience! I want to taste you.”

He kisses slowly down your stomach, along your inner thigh, until he reaches your aching cunt. He licks a strip through your folds and you arch your back off the bed as you moan his name.

“Fuck-Pero!”

“Tranquila mi amor. We do not want the whole house to hear.”

He continues to lap at your your folds, sucking on your bundle of nerves. He sends you spiralling when he pushes his thick fingers inside and starts pumping. He continues to lick you through your climax. He moves back towards your mouth, lips meeting in a searing kiss and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“You ready for me mi amor?”

“Always-please-need you.”

He thrusts his hips forward burying himself deep inside you, both moaning in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you.

“Mierda! So tight-always-so tight.”

“Pero please move.”

He begins to move in and out of you, his cock pounding into your cunt. Lifting you, he sits back on the bed so he is kneeling, the angle hitting that spot perfectly. His hands grip onto you tight pushing you down on him as he thrusts up.

“So good- fit me so well- always- Mierda!- never get - used to this.”

You can feel your climax building again, “Pero I’m close.”

“Me too. Where?”

“Please-inside-want to feel-you-claim me as yours.”

Burying his face in your neck he lets out an animalistic growl and continues to pound into you. Moaning in pleasure you both climax together, Pero spilling deep inside you. He kisses you softly before laying you back on the bed, laying on top of you.

“Te amo, mi amor.”

“I love you too Pero.”

Your sat under the oak tree reading one of your favourite books when Pero storms over to you, anger radiating from him.

“When we’re you going to tell me Hmm?”

“Tell you what? What’s wrong?”

“Do no play stupid with me princesa. You are to be wed to Lord hawthorn’s son.”

“Pero I was going to tell you the other night but you distracted me, I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to marry him?”

“No! I want to marry you, but that can’t happen, my father would never allow it. You know this.” He begins pacing angrily muttering in Spanish and you don’t know what he is saying. You stand and pull him behind the tree, gently placing your hand on his face.

“Pero, I love you and if there was any other way, I’d take it but there’s not. Let me do this for us, I ask you to let me save some part of us.”

“How is this saving us?”

“Lord Hawthorn does not wish to marry me just as much as I do not want to marry him, we have come to an agreement that we will be husband and wife in name only. I will be free to be with you, without having to hide .”

“I can take you away mi amor, we will go to my home country and I will build you a beautiful home. We do no need to hide, please Y/N, let me take you away.”

Your heart is torn between the love you have for Pero and the loyalty you feel towards your father. You lean up and kiss him in the lips before resting your forehead against his.

“Can you let me think about it? This is hard for me you must understand, it will break my fathers if I leave.”

He hesitates, a range of emotions flash through his eyes, “no! If you cannot give me an answer now, then that says it all.” He pulls away from you and walks off towards the training ground.

You tried over the next few days to see him, to get him to talk to you but any time you spotted him he turned the opposite direction. Either that or he was chatting with Elena and they seemed very friendly. Too friendly. To make matters worse your father was beginning to plan your wedding, it was all getting too much so you decide to get on your horse and go for a ride. Hoping the fresh air would clear your head. You loved Sasha she was a gift for your 10th birthday from your mom before she passed. Whenever you were feeling down you would take her out and ride through the forest.

Everything was going great until the weather changed and it began to thunder, the loud noise spooking Sasha and within seconds you find yourself on the ground as she gallops off. You go to stand but you’ve hurt your foot from the fall so your unable to put your full weight on it. You begin making your way back home, slowly, limping.

“Look what we have here fellas, a damsel in distress.”

Your head shoots up and you look around, your surrounded by five men all inching closer. Oh god this isn’t going to end well. One of them grabs you and pins you against a tree. His hands roam your figure.

“I’m gonna have some fun tonight.” You struggle against him trying to push him off but he’s too strong.

“Touch her again, and I will cut your head off.”

Your heart jumps at the sound of his voice, of course he would find you, he always does.

“What are you, her husband. Jog on mate, this whores mine.”

You can hear his growl from where you stand. “cierra los ojos mi amor.” You close your eyes and all you hear is the screams of the men and the swoosh of a blade. Your startled when you feel hands on you but your quickly out at ease when he whispers, “you are safe now mi amor, I have you.”

He lifts you off the ground, carrying you back towards your home. You shaking, the rain has soaked through your clothes and you begin to slip into unconsciousness.

“Y/N you need to stay awake, you need to get warm, we are nearly home.”

“Thank you Pero for saving me.”

“You do no need to thank me, I will always protect you.”

You look at him and see the hint of a smile before you succumb to the darkness.

When you wake you find yourself back in your room, bed covered in blankets and the fire in your mantel blazing. You feel slightly lightheaded as you go to sit up, the door creaking open startling you.

“Thank heavens! Y/N you gave me quite the fright, I though I had lost you too.”

“Father I..”

“Hush now, you need to safe your strength. It is lucky Pero found you and brought you home, he is a good man.”

At the mention of his name you sit straighter which doesn’t go unnoticed by your father. A smile creeps onto his face.

“He has not left your side since he brought you home. I remember I was much the same when I first met your mother.”

“Father I….”

“Please let me speak. I know it is a burden to be the only child of a Lord, even more so to be a women. There is much expected from you, certain rules that need to be followed. You have always done what was asked if you, never fought me on anything. You are a good daughter and I’m going to miss you.”

You look up at him confused. “What ever do you mean?”

“That young man is very much in love with you and who am I to deny true love.”

“Father.” You have tears streaming down your face. He pulls you into a hug. “Beside your mother lord rest her soul would kill me if I let you settle for anything short of happiness.”

You are completely crying now, covering his shoulder in your tears. “Your letting me be with Pero?”

“I am. He came to me after he made sure you were safe and asked for your hand in marriage. I was hesitant at first but he truly does love you.”

“He asked for my hand? What about Lord Hawthorn?”

“Leave him to me.”

You hug him tight. “Thank you father.”

The moment is broken when Pero walks into the room. Relief on his face when he sees you up and awake. Your father stands and claps him in the back as he passes.

“I shall leave you two to it.”

Pero can’t take his eyes off you and when your father has left he makes his way towards you. He holds your hand in his and leans in to kiss you.

“Te amo, mi amor. Thank the gods you are awake.”

“You asked my father for my hand?” His cheeks tinge pink and you think it’s the first time you’ve seen him embarrassed.

“Si. So will you be my wife and become Mrs. Tovar.”

“Yes! Yes of course I will.”

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[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.23

Word Count: 2,648

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Matt, Jackson Whittemore, Gerard Argent (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader; Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, small fluff, cliffhanger, near death

A/N: ---- 

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“You’re getting a phone call,” Derek groaned, laying in your bed.

You hung up the call, turning back to face Derek as he had his arms around your waist.

“Who was it?” he whispered.

“Doesn’t matter,” you closed your eyes, leaning onto his chest.

Your phone began to ring again as you groaned, slightly frustrated.

“Please, just answer it,” he sighed.

You saw Scott’s name flash in the caller ID as you answered.

“Dude, it’s like 4 in the morning, why the hell are you calling me?” you yawned.

“First, it’s not 4, it’s almost 10,” Scott started.

“What?!” you shrieked, jumping out of bed.

“What? What is it?” Derek exclaimed, sitting up.

“Shit. I-I’ll talk to you at school,” you exclaimed, hanging up the call.

“I’m late,” you replied, quickly putting on your clothes.

“You don’t need to go to school. Aren't you graduating in like a month or something?” Derek asked. 

“Yeah, but with Gerard as principal, and all those two-year-olds there, I need to make sure I’m supervising,” you said, grabbing your bag.

“Okay then. How do you feel?” Derek asked softly.

He put his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” you smiled softly. You turned to face him, pressing your lips against yours.

“Let yourself out whenever, I’ll see you later,” you stroked his cheek as he nodded before you walked out of your apartment.

---

“Are you going to Lydia’s birthday party tonight?” Stiles asked you.

“No, there’s a full moon tonight. Scott, are you going? Wait… isn't there a kanima lose?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, but...” Stiles started.

You paused, turning to face him.

“It's Lydia’s birthday,” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, okay, have fun,” you scoffed slightly.

“Scott, how are you feeling?” you asked.

“I feel normal. I think I finally learned control,” Scott said proudly.

“That's good news,” you ruffled his hair, as he groaned in annoyance.

“You messed up my hair,” he sighed.

“It looks fine. I gotta get to class, see you later,” you waved to them, before walking away.

----

“What are you doing here?” Derek asked, slightly alarmed as you walked into the subway.

“There's a full moon tonight, thought you’d need help with Isaac, Boyd, and Erica,” you replied, hearing your phone ring.

You declined the call, before putting your phone on silent.

“Who was it?” Derek asked.

“Doesn't matter,” it was only the 10th time that day that Chris had called you.

“Okay… I don't need any help,” Derek replied.

“You and me both know that's a lie,” you crossed your arms.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Derek started.

“I'll be fine,” you replied.

“They’re three wolves.”

“They’re all betas.”

“It's still their first shift, they're stronger than a normal beta.”

“You can’t handle three wolves on your own.”

“Yes, I can. I’m the alpha.”

“Okay but you still have to control your own shift.”

“Stop arguing!” Derek exclaimed, getting irritated.

“I’m not arguing! I’m just replying to your dumb remarks!” you replied.

Derek scoffed, crossing his arms.

“I swear to god,” you heard him whine as you smirked, putting your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m not leaving,” you shook your head.

“Fine,” you smiled softly, pressing your lips against his.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t ignore the voice in the back of your head. Derek deserved better.

You're toxic

You shook your head, taking a deep breath, before you put your hand on his waist, leading him into the subway.

---

The night didn’t go as easy as you expected, but you weren’t sure what you were expecting either with three wolves. Four if you count Derek.

“We’re gonna need some more help,” Derek sighed.

“Call Scott,” you said.

He dialed his number, leaving him a voicemail.

You heard a loud clang, as you walked onto the train.

“Oh my god… Derek,” your eyes went wide as you saw Erica and Boyd break free from their chains.

“Crap.”

---

“Saepem coici,” you recited a spell, forming a barrier between you, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd.

“That’s not gonna hold,” Derek started.

“Do you have a better solution?!” you used all your power, trying to hold the barrier as the three of them screamed out.

“Run. Get out of here,” Derek yelled.

“I’m not leaving you!” you felt blood drip from your nose as you continued holding the barrier.

Isaac growled, jumping out the window, shattering it.

“Isaac!” you jumped back, losing your focus.

“Crap!” Derek yelled.

You jumped back, as Erica jumped at you.

Boyd grabbed Derek, throwing him across the train.

This was gonna be fun.

---

You fell over, feeling Erica’s claws dig through your skin. 

“Mittent,” you recited a spell, throwing her back as you pushed yourself up.

Her eyes were yellow as she growled, running towards you. You ducked down, reaching for her leg before using your strength to pull it up, seeing her fall in front of you.

“Somnum,” the yellow faded from her eyes before she closed them.

You looked up, seeing Isaac run to Derek, pulling Boyd off of him, and pinned him down, before knocking him out. 

You stood up shakily as Derek tied Erica.

“Are you okay?” you ran to Derek, scanning the claw marks over his body.

“I’ll heal. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“You’re bleeding,” he pointed out.

“It’s not that deep. I’m fine,” you were out of breath as you reached for his hand, pulling him up.

“I’ll get some band-aids for you. Just wait here,” you nodded as Derek walked away. 

You sat on the bench, taking a deep breath.

“Isaac, you found control,” you laughed softly, out of breath as you leaned on the seats.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” he was still in his wolf form, trying to control his breathing.

“What was your anchor?” you asked.

“You,” he replied.

“Me?”

“You’ve helped me with everything for so long, you’re always there for me. You’re my best friend,” he said.

You gave him a tight hug.

“God, where’s Derek?” you sighed, walking out of the train.

“Derek?” you called out, getting no reply.

He was gone.

You got out your phone, dialing his number before getting a call from Stiles.

“Stiles?” you asked.

“(Y/N)! We know who’s in charge of the kanima! It’s Matt!” he yelled.

“What? How do you know?” you replied, shocked.

“I’ll tell you later. How fast can you get to the police station?” Stiles asked.

“Uhm,” you paused, looking back to Isaac.

He nodded softly.

“I’m on my way.”

---

“Stiles?” you called out, noticing the front desk at the station unusually empty.

You looked confused, feeling a slight pang of fear in your heart. You felt pain in your stomach, bleeding slowly. Erica’s claws went deeper than you thought they did.

“Stiles?” you walked further into the station, looking for Stiles.

“Scott?” you opened the door to Stilinski’s office, as you froze, seeing a gun pointed at Stiles.

“Matt?” you said.

“Oh, hey (Y/N), what brings you here?” he asked as if nothing was happening. 

“Matt put the gun down,” you said calmly. 

“Mmm, no. You shouldn’t have called her here, you know,” he shrugged.

“Di-” you started, reciting a spell quietly, as he cocked the gun, pointing it at Noah.

“Stop!” Stiles yelled at you.

You froze, staying quiet.

“If anyone does anything, I’ll shoot him. Right now,” Matt yelled.

“You don’t need to shoot anyone!” you exclaimed.

“All four of you, come with me. Go!” he yelled.

The four of you walked out of the office, walking carefully to the cells. 

---

Sheriff Stilinski is safe, now or never, (Y/N)

You took a deep breath, reciting the spell.

“Ligabis eum,” you said, your eyes glowing purple.

Matt laughed softly, as it had no effect. You looked at him, confused and scared as you took a deep breath.

“How...” you started.

“Hawthorne has more purposes than you’d think,” he explained, with a smile on his face.

Oh, shit

You winced as you felt claws go into the back of your neck, as your body went limp. It was Jackson.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles exclaimed, about to run to you.

“Don’t move!” he yelled, aiming the gun at Stiles.

You heard a car engine, and saw headlights, as a car parked at the front.

“Sounds like your mom’s here, McCall,” Matt said.

“Matt, don’t do this. When she comes to the door, I’ll just tell her to leave. I’ll tell her we didn’t find anything! Please, Matt,” Scott begged.

“If you don’t move, now, I’m gonna kill Stiles first and then your mom,” Matt said.

Stiles and Scott walked alongside Matt, looking back at your paralyzed body.

“Open it,” you heard Matt say.

Your eyes watered slightly, as you heard Mellissa’s steps come closer to the door. 

“Please, Matt,” Scott’s eyes watered.

“Open the door,” Scott took a deep breath, opening the door, as Derek stood in front of him.

He exhaled sharply, before tensing up as Derek fell to the floor in front of him, while Jackson stood behind him in Kanima form. 

My hero

---

“Okay, come on,” Jackson dragged your legs, putting you next to Derek.

“You see, I’ve learned a thing or two. Werewolves, kanimas, witches, hunters. It’s like a Halloween party every freaking full moon,” Matt started.

“Except for you, Stiles. What are you supposed to be?” Matt asked, and Derek laid next to you.

“Where the hell did you go?” you whispered.

“Lydia,” he said softly.

“What did she do?” you asked.

Before he could reply, you felt Stiles fall on your body as you groaned loudly.

“Stiles!” you groaned, scrunching your eyes in pain for a second.

“Get him off of me,” you said, strained.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think you two make a pretty great couple,” you rolled your eyes at Matt’s remark.

“It must feel pathetic, being so powerful, and having it all taken away with a small cut on your neck. Bet you’re not used to feeling so powerless,” Matt taunted, bending down to Derek.

“Still got teeth. Why don’t you come a little closer, see how powerless I am then,” Derek retorted.

You heard another car approach, as you tensed, realizing it was actually Mellissa.

“If you do what I say, I won’t hurt her. I won’t even let Jackson near her,” Matt said.

“Scott, don’t trust him,” Stiles warned.

Matt yanked Scott off of you, putting his foot on his throat.

You heard Stiles gagging, feeling your heart beat faster.

“Get off of him!” you yelled.

“Then do what I tell you!” he yelled at Scott.

“Okay! Okay, I’ll do it,” Scott said softly.

He took his foot off of Stiles, as Stiles gasped for air.

“What the hell is that smell?” Derek asking, inhaling deeply.

“There’s no smell,” you replied softly.

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding out,” Derek realized.

“Bleeding out? What?!” Stiles exclaimed, hushed.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“You said it wasn’t that deep, (Y/N).”

“Okay, so maybe it was deeper than I realized but I’m fine-”

“You’re still bleeding,” Derek said.

“I’m fine,” you scoffed.

“Why are you bleeding? What happened?” Stiles asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” you groaned.

“Wait,” Stiles started.

The three of you flinched as you heard a gunshot.

“Scott!”

---

“Do you know what’s happening to Matt?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah,” Derek started.

“The universe balances everything out. Matt starts killing people who don’t deserve it. He kills people themselves,” you began explaining.

“So...” Stiles said.

“He’s becoming the kanima,” Derek finished.

“So what are we gonna do?” Stiles asked.

You paused for a second, taking a few shallow breaths as your vision got slightly distorted.

Wait a minute… 

You paused, realizing that you were bleeding, and because there was blood coming out of you, from your wounds, it was possible you bled out the kanima venom.

You took a deep breath, pushing yourself up shakily.

“What the… (Y/N)?” Derek asked, concerned as he raised an eyebrow.

“I'm gonna stop him,” you slumped over, putting your hand against the wall.

“(Y/N)!” Derek yelled.

“I’m fine,” you gasped.

You quickly ripped off a part of your shirt, tying it around your wound.

You clenched your first tightly, taking a deep breath.

“(Y/N),” Derek warned.

“You’re paralyzed. I’m not. I need to go help Scott,” you took a deep breath, making your way through the hall.

---

You walked through the hall, following Scott and Matt’s voice as you took a deep breath, holding onto the wall.

You gasped, as the lights went out, leaving you in the dark.

Crap

---

“Clypeus,” your eyes glew purple as you used your magic, putting a shield between you and the bullets.

You ran as fast as you could, falling to the ground as more blood fell, letting out a small whimper.

You pushed yourself back up, pausing as you took a deep breath.

I’m okay

You walked to the cells, seeing Noah tied in chains and Melissa in the cell.

“(Y/N)?” they both asked.

“Hey,” you walked to Noah, starting to undo his chains.

Matt came behind you, punching Noah, knocking him out as he grabbed you.

“Succendam auferetur,” your eyes glew purple, pushing him away.

“Clever, but you can't hurt me,” he smirked.

“Oh my god,” you heard Melissa gasp.

You looked at her, as she backed away from you.

“(Y/N), you know, I liked you. I really did. I mean, you were nice, smart. We could’ve been friends. We could’ve done this together,” he started, circling you.

“Done what? Kill innocent people?” you spat.

“They're not innocent! They killed me first!” he screamed at you.

“Get over it! You’re so wrapped up in an accident from years ago! No one cares! You're killing people who don't deserve it!” you spat.

You could feel yourself getting dizzier and dizzier, as you kept yourself up.

“You’re bleeding, aren’t you?” he laughed.

“Shut up,” you exclaimed.

You heard a loud growl, as you watched Derek run at Matt, attacking him.

Scott shifted into his wolf form, running after Matt as he ran out of the cells.

You heard Melissa’s cries as she backed away into the cell.

“Melissa” you gasped, leaning onto the cells.

“Stay away from me!” she screamed.

You get your vision blur, as you stumbled backward, falling as Derek caught you.

“You’ve lost so much blood,” he put his hand over your wound.

“I’m fine,” your voice wavered.

“Stop saying you’re fine!” he yelled.

“I’m…I’m not fine,” you exhaled slowly, as your body went limp.

---

You groaned, sitting up in your bed as you looked around, confused.

“God,” Derek exclaimed, running to you.

“What happened?” you said, squinting your eyes as you rubbed your head, feeling pain echo throughout your body.

“If you ever do anything like that again,” he started.

You looked at him, biting your lip nervously as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I…” you stopped, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he pressed his lips against yours.

“I love you too. God,” you said softly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, noticing him a little off.

“Scott's working with Gerard,” he sighed.

“What?!” you exclaimed, not believing him.

“That’s…” you started.

“I don't think… there's something else going on. He wouldn't…” you stopped, trying to think of the words.

But you couldn't. Scott was working with Gerard. Gerard. The worse hunter you’d ever met, with the exception of Kate.

“That's not the worst part,” he started.

“I don't think you can tell me anything worse than that,” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well…” he started, as you heard someone knock at your door.

“Coming!” you called, standing up.

“(Y/N), it’s serious,” he said.

“Just one minute. Hey,” you smiled, opening the door as your face dropped, your eyes widening.

“Hello, (Y/N).”

“Peter?”

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okay what about freddy x wife!reader where she is also a part of the cast and they are always couple goals and everyone loves them together <3

Behind the Scenes Love : Freddy Carter x Reader

Freddy Carter x wife!reader , Freddy Carter x co-star!reader

Descr: SMAU, Reader is Freddy’s wife and part of the SaB cast and their coworkers love their relationship

Warnings: relationships dynamics including but possibly not limited to; kissing, flirting, etc.

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archierenaux3: a much better photo of our cheesin’ cast mates ❤️

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yourusername: lol oh my gosh, is this a thing now?

freddycarter1: mate 😂 were you in the bushes to get this shot?

archierenaux3: no comment

freddycarter1: creep

benbarnes: 😂

amitasuman_: If you divs make them stop being so cute on set, I’m coming for you both @/archierenaux3 @/benbarnes

freddycarter1: Nothing could keep me from enjoying being on set with my darling wife 🤷🏻‍♂️

yourusername: @/freddycarter1 ilysm ❤️

freddycarter1: @/yourusername love you too darling, always; even if it means we have our own version of paparazzi now 😂 xx

calahan.skogman: this trend is almost as cute as the couple themselves 🤗

crowsandshadows: I’m all for this trend!!!

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jessie_mei_li: night out with the cast meant I got to spend time with these two, couple goals much? I think yes! 🥰

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freddycarter1: smh, can’t go anywhere these days without having your picture taken, love that 🙄

yourusername: as impressive as that level of sarcasm was dear, you realize how hypocritical you sound? 🤣

freddycarter1: Way to call me out 😒 but I can’t help it, I’ll never have enough pictures of you 😘

yourusername: I meant taking you taking photos of ✨ us✨ cutie ❤️

freddycarter1: My statement applies to both situations ☺️ xxx

benbarnes: absolutely couple goals! Couldn’t agree more

yncarterforever: living for this cast trend rn 🙌

amitasuman_: this is so comfortingly aesthetic 🥰

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amitasuman_: Since he taught me how to use my film camera, it’s only right that I share my version of this fabulous couple brought to you by said camera

@/freddycarter1 @/yourusername love you both sm

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yourusername: Amita, I love you ❤️ I so didn’t see you participating in this trend lol

amitasuman_: I had to, you two are too perfect!

yourusername: we are pretty perfect together 🥰

benbarnes: Alright, alright, I lost at my own game, I get it 😂

freddyandyn: sobbing, get you someone who looks at you the way these two look at each other 🥹

freddycarter1: damn, we look good 😘 @/yourusername

yourusername: You always look good sweetheart 😍🙌

freddycarter1: * we

lbardugo: wow, we have such a multi-talented cast! This is a great photo 🖤

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freddycarter1: Mine, xoxo ❤️

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archierenaux3: not Freddy himself participating in this contest 😂👌

benbarnes: This isn’t fair, surely you have an unlimited amount of options to choose from

freddycarter1: Of course I do, have you seen her? How could I not take photos with her? 😍

yourusername: stoppp 🥹❤️

lbardugo: 🖤

calahan.skogman: I can feel the joy in this photo xx

amitasuman_: even away from us lot you two are couple goals ❣️

yourusername: and you’re mine 😉❤️

freddycarter1: proudly, xxx😘

shadowandbone: family 🖤

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📸 by my effortlessly talented and humorous husband, AKA @/freddycarter1 xoxoxo 💋

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[wednesday-fanatic]

 • Matteo Riddle.

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• Pin Hawthorne.

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Griff Jones.

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I will write smut, fluff, and angst.

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[unrequitedloveletter]

Caaaallllllllll 🩷 how have you been, love??? Are you on summer break yet?

I've heard your call for fic requests and I have one for Pin! What if Pin and his dad are family friends/neighbors of an old lady, and Pin has been helping take care of her during the winter since she lives alone. Then Reader, the woman's granddaughter, comes to live with her when her parents die, Pin teaches her how to ride, the fall in love, the whole 9 yards.

Thoughts?

Get Together- Pin Hawthorne x fem! reader

hi! I've not quite hit summer break yet--I've got like, seven and a half weeks left and in that time there's prom, senior skip day, a whole lot of studying, three classes worth of exams, grad rehearsal and then grad itself--but I am literally counting down the days til summer and even though I hate the warm weather I also cant wait for it, honestly.

What about you? How are things on your end? I hope all is well!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- mentions of death, mentions of car accidents, a mention of making out (referenced as a snog)

"Ah," said a spry older woman as she noticed the sight of a dark blue toyota camry rolling into her driveway. "My grandbaby is here! Edward, do me a favor and help me down the front steps?"

"Of course, Mrs. L/N," Pins father intoned. Pin tried to hide his smile as he leaned back in the rocking chair that the elderly woman kept on her front porch, gently rocking back and forth by gently pushing the back of his foot off the ground.

Pin had been nineteen, would be twenty in February--it was barely the beginning of November, and Pins father had volunteered him to help take care of Mrs. L/N two, nearly three years beforehand--and still, he'd never quite met the person who stepped out of the camry when it was parked.

He watched Mrs. L/N approach you, saw your tired grin and puffy cheeks as you pulled your grandmother into a hug.

"Pin!" She called. "You must come down here this instant! I have someone I want you to meet."

"Grandma," Pin heard you say exasperated. "Don't make him get up! Don't make him do anything. I didn't mean to cause a fuss."

"You haven't," Pin called. "If you're fine to let me stay in my seat I'll gladly do so. My name is Pin Hawthorne."

You grinned at him, watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips before he returned the gesture to you.

"Y/N L/N," Mrs. L/N said proudly. "My granddaughter! She's just transfered to an asynchronous online program through a university in the city, and she'll be living with me until she finishes her degree in about three years time."

"What's your major?" Pins father asked.

"Writing," you said. "Creative writing. I'm minoring in journalism as a back up."

"Pin is currently enrolled at the same uni," Pins father said. "Should be catching up on his coursework before exams in December, but alas, you can't win them all."

Pin laughed easily as you came up the stairs, letting your grandmother hold onto you to keep herself steady.

"What's your major then, Hawthorne?" You asked.

"He's on his way to becoming a farm vet," Pins father intoned. "He'll work for the local horses stables. Only difference is that they'll have to start paying him for his contributions."

"They do well enough."

"Because you rescued them from bankruptcy and they find you terrifying."

You cast a glance at your grandmother. "Are they always like this?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she responded, giving you a reassuring grin. "But Pin is more sarcastic then his father, and Ted here is always the one who gets it started. One look, though, and they'll both shut right up."

"Or a cup of tea," Pin said.

"Biscuits," his father admitted, a guilty expression on his face. "Oh my word, your grandmother makes them wonderfully."

"Yes I do," your grandmother said with a proud grin. "Now, inside! You've flown, taken a train, and you've driven. You must be bloody exhausted. Rest up, we'll have dinner and tea in three hours."

You nodded at your grandmother, turned your gaze to Pin and his father.

"See you two in a bit," you said. "Lovely to meet you both."

Pin and his father both nodded, and when you'd fallen out of his line of sight, Pin turned his gaze to his feet in an attempt to hide the grin that'd spread to his face.

He ignored it when his father lightly elbowed his forearm, offered your grandmother a grin when she tutted at his and his fathers antics.

He offered her an arm. When she took it, he let her lean on him and lead him into the kitchen, his father following closely behind.

-

The weeks to follow were simple. Pin would come to yours and your grandmothers place to help look after her and to work on his studies.

The two of you often found yourselves in the sitting room on opposite ends of the couch, idly chatting as you typed away at an assignment or reviewed coursework to prep for exams that December.

Eventually, Bright Fields came up. Pin offered to teach you to ride using the horse your parents had kept in the stables before they'd passed, had told you you didn't have to do anything with the horse if you didn't feel comfortable with it yet.

Pin had ended up staying later and later, helping you take care of your grandmother during the day and relaxing with you in your room during the night, laughing and drinking tea that'd gone cold and studying together for the upcoming semester exams.

Without realizing it, you'd opened up to one another, had begun to rely upon the other person. By the end of that January, you'd told Pin about the accident--your survival, your parents deaths--and in turn, Pin had told you some of what happened with his mother.

At the end of that January, you'd finally taken Pin up on his offer to teach you to ride. You'd go to Bright Fields after your grandmother had called it a night, laugh and joke as Pin taught you basics and eventually you were almost better at it then he was.

It was when his father had offered to take his place in looking after your grandmother for a couple of days that he realized his father had known everything the whole time.

"A tip for subtility next time around," his father had said as he passed Pin a mug of tea. "Don't blush every damn time your phone dings with a text from her. Gives you away right quick, it does."

Pin nearly snorted, but managed to keep his composure. "I wasn't trying to be subtle," he said. "I have nothing to be subtle about."

"You're in love with her and you haven't even noticed?" His father asked incredulously. "Goodness, even with my lack of luck in the significant other department, I thought I raised you better. Mrs. L/N thought Y/Ns parents did a decent job too, but it seems she's just as oblivious to it as you are."

"I'm not oblivious," Pin had known he'd fall in love with you quickly from almost the get-go. He'd realized it the very day you met, and it was March. Spring was only two weeks away from donning on the island. "I do know that I'm in love, I just was raised by you. Love confessions really aren't the Hawthorne specialty."

His father laughed. "Fair enough," he said. "Just say something before it's too late. She's got a place at Bright Fields with the usual crew, and I'm sure Marcus has noticed. He'll try to bro-talk it with you, no doubt."

Pin scrunched his lips. He didn't much like the idea of talking his love life with anyone except someone he was in love with, and the idea that Marcus, of all people, might've found it an interesting point of discussion made him want to die.

"Yeah. I'll bring it up with her."

Pins father nodded. "Good lad. Enjoy your tea, I'll go check in next door and see how things are with Y/N and her grandma."

Pin nodded, took his tea up to his room as his father left.

-

"It's nothing big," Zoe said. "Just something small, to celebrate Spring. A get together!"

The two of you were in the stables, you running a brush along the horse your grandmother had kept in case you'd ever wanted to learn riding like your mother had once. The horse was called Luna, her coat a silvery white color.

"At the Dukes estate," you rebutted. "A get together is not a get together when it involves a butler named Arthur, nor when it involves professional chefs."

"It could be," Zoe said. "A get together is a get together when people get together."

You scoffed. "Get togethers in America are chips, sugary soda, a couple of bags of Sour Patch Kids dumped into a big ass bowl, some shitty lighting and fake laughter amongst people who are regretting agreeing to go within five seconds of their arrival."

"You miss it?"

"Somewhat," you laughed. "Oh, American get togethers were just small parties. I do miss that part, but I do not miss the stale beer or the stench of sweat. College parties were almost worse, though."

"Was it that bad?" Zoe asked. "Oh, you are so going to make me glad I chose to take asynchronous online schooling. I have to wake up at three am for zoom calls in the states sometimes, but if it means I don't attend shitty college parties it will be so much more worth it than I'd thought."

"College parties are glorified high school get togethers with shitty plastic solo cups to indicate relationship status. I used to always pick 'happily coupled' just to avoid being hit on so that I could drink my stale vodka in peace."

Zoe snorted. "Yeah. Feeling blessed. Thank you."

You laughed as you finished brushing Luna, placing the brush on the hook you'd always kept it on.

You turned to the entrance of the stable in time to catch Pins eye, the grin spreading to your face before you could stop it.

"Hi," Pin greeted. "Zoe, would you be all right if I took a minute to talk to Y/N?"

"Go ahead," Zoe said, shooting Pin a look and an eyebrow raise as she grabbed Lunas lead with the intention of passing her to Becky so that she could get some exercise because it had been a busy few days and you hadn't had time to see her at the stables with everything going on.

"Do tell her what a get-together is, though! She's got it wrong!" Zoe called as she walked further away, closing the stable door behind her.

Pin glanced at Zoes back before turning to you, confusion and surprise both present in his gaze.

"What was that?"

"Living on the island for too long has poisoned her," you said nonchalantly. "She thinks a get together is a party with a minimum of fifty people. I think it's like the shit I dealt with in college before my grandmother needed some extra help to look after her and I transferred. I think it's stale vodka, the stench of frat boy sweat, shitty lighting and laughter that makes ones ears hurt."

"Zoes right."

"How dare you?" You asked. "You were supposed to be my ally in this, Hawthorne! How dare?"

Pin shrugged. "Can't help it. She is."

"A get together is not fifty--you know what? You're going to make me sound like a bloody broken record. I am not doing that shit."

Pin laughed, and your heart fluttered for a moment.

"Calling it a get together is how the over twenty-five islander crowd discusses partying," Pin said after a moment. "It's 'we're going to get together, probably get drunk and definitely do something stupid regardless of how sober or not sober we are, but we're not in our early twenties and partying sounds too reckless.'"

"It is not," you said. "Hawthorne, you've found the hill I'm willing to die on. A get together and a party are very different things."

Pin smirked at you, shook his head as though he meant to clear his mind.

"I was wondering if you had a minute to talk," he said. "Not about the debate that we will most definitely be continuing later, but about something different."

"Yeah," you gave a nod, leaning against the stable wall. "Shoot."

"I'm in love with you," he blurted.

You thought on it for a few moments. You'd fallen for him too, across the five months you'd known him. You fell in love quick and hard, and somehow it seemed like it was paying off.

"Ditto," you said.

Pin scoffed. "That was easier than I tho--ditto?"

"Yes, Hawthorne. Ditto. It's very American of me, but if I say that I love you back I might just melt into a clingy puddle and I am not ready for you to see that side of me yet."

He scoffed again, though you couldn't help but notice his grin. "May I kiss you?"

"Please," you responded. He stepped forward, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. You kissed back, arms moving to rest on either of his shoulders. You felt weightless almost, like nothing mattered more in that moment than the two of you did.

As you pulled away, you heard clapping. Pins arms wrapped around your waist as you pulled him close, not daring to look up and meet the gazes of those you knew were standing outside of the stable doors.

"Finally!" Marcus called. "I've been watching this trainwreck for five months, and finally it happened!"

"We're not a trainwreck!" Pin called back.

"Oh, yes you are! First, you meet at Y/Ns bloody grandmothers house," Mia called.

"Then you fall in love over tea, creative writing essays and fucking biology assignments," Zoe added.

"And now, look at you lot! Having a snog in a bloody stable!" Gabby finished off.

"We were not having a snog," you fired back, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. "It was a kiss--one kiss! Stop being lewd."

Pin let you go as the two of you turned, letting you grab his hand instead, other hand moving to rest on his elbow as your fingers interlaced.

"Did you at least bring up the--" Zoe started, cutting herself off. "The thing, relating to the other thing that's happening at your estate?"

"He's taken your side on the get-together debate."

"I'm taking Y/Ns out of spite from here on," Pin mumbled. "And loyalty."

You snorted where Zoe scoffed. "She's wrong and you know it!"

"I'm loyal!" Pin said in his defense. "Kill me, Zoe. Kill me for my loyalty. How would that look on your resume?"

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to Pins cheekbone, shooting Zoe a pointed look.

"Oh, fuck off! Both of you!" Marcus shouted. "Ah, now they're a couple, it's going to be hell around here."

"Oh no! Two people holding hands, kissing, and taking the other persons side in group arguments! How awful!" You mocked, one part of you wishing you and Pin were at your place, relaxing and trying to do course work, one of your hands idly running through his soft brown hair.

The other part of you wanted to be in the field you and Pin had found a good distance from the beach, leant up against a tree as you drank tea you'd poured into flasks and talked about anything and everything.

Pin gave your hand a squeeze. "All right," he said. "That's enough gawking, you all have work that needs doing."

Marcus gave a mock salute, Zoe and Mia nodded.

Gabby nodded. "Marcus is wrong. You'll be good for each other."

"Thanks," you and Pin said.

You were almost entirely sure that, since the deaths of your parents, since your survival after the accident, those moments were some of the first wherein you felt genuine happiness again.

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[swanimagines]

Pin Hawthorne x reader. Fluff and hurt/comfort. No pronouns, no y/n used.

"A misunderstanding leads to something good."

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[littledemondani]

don’t say goodbye | michael langdon x fem!reader

Warnings: hawthorne!michael, witch!reader, flashbacks, smut, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk, angst, some fluff

Word Count: 2.0K

Request: anonymous said: “Hey could I have a blurb for a Michael x reader with a Murder house Michael. Just angsty idk what I want just some Michael angst you can make it whatever thanks if you can!💕”

Summary: You and Michael spend what could be your last night together after your coven finds out about your secret relationship.

A/N: I wasn’t comfortable writing for Murder House!Michael, so I changed it to Hawthorne!Michael. And inside the parentheses are reader’s memories. Also, I’m sorry it took me a while to get this out and if it’s been done before. Enjoy! x

//

The air was still, hanging thick with the uncertainty of what the morning would bring. You and Michael had some idea of what that would be, yet, you both chose not to talk about it - to leave that conversation for the morning and just enjoy what could be your last night together.

You didn’t mean to fall for the enemy, in fact, you tried your hardest not to. There was something about the way he looked at you, how he always saw you when you thought no one else could. He understood you, lifted you, and made you feel things (both mentally and physically) that no one else had made you feel before. But he was your enemy, or rather, he was your coven’s enemy and the second they found out about your secret relationship, they sent out for you and would be arriving in the morning.

“What if they kill me?” You whispered, too afraid to raise your voice in fear it might crack. You looked up at Michael with glassy, reddened eyes, fear etched out all over your face. “You know what they do to people who betray the coven.”

Michael shushed you quietly, wiping your tears away with his thumb. It hurt him to see you this way and it also angered him; you hadn’t plotted their demise, or turned your backs on them and decided to leave, you simply developed feelings, what was so wrong with that?

“I won’t let that happen, I promise. They won’t hurt you.”

You wished you could believe that, but you knew your fate was sealed. There was no way around it, at least that you could think of. you were never going to see Michael again, ever.

Michael brought his fingers to your chin, tilting it up so you could look at him. He gave you a small smile before leaning in, his soft, plump lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. You whimpered softly, closing your eyes shut, tears spilling out onto your face. Your hand found its way to Michael's uniform shirt and you pulled him to you, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible.

He gently laid you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you. you scooted further up onto the bed to allow him more room, resuming the kiss once you got comfortable. Michael swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, silently asking for entry. You opened your mouth and ran your tongue against his, sighing into the kiss.

(The memory of the first time Michael kissed you ran through your mind: you were walking along one of the many corridors at Hawthorne, your fingers trailing along the wall as you hummed a tune. It was the weekend and most of the students were out partying in town or meeting with their families so you had the building to yourself, mostly. 

A few of the students stayed behind, but they kept to themselves and stayed in their rooms. So it caught you by surprise when you felt a hand on your shoulder pulling you into another empty corridor. You gasped and looked up to see it was only Michael.

“Jesus, Langdon…you scared the fuck out of me,” you chuckled, playfully hitting him in the chest. He smiled and you felt your heart stop, ‘god his smile is infectious.’

“Sorry, I figured you had heard me come up behind you. What’re you still doing here? I thought you would’ve gone into the city with your other witch friend.”

“I thought about it, but you wouldn’t have been there, so.” You gazed up at him, batting your lashes and flashing him an innocent smile.

You two had been at this game of cat and mouse for weeks: you would flirt, he would pull away. He would flirt, you would pull away. No one had actually made the first move, hadn’t dared to give in.

Michael raised an eyebrow at you, a ghost of a smirk crossing his features. “Is that right?” He took a step closer to you, pinning you to the wall and placing his hands on either side of your head. “Good thing you didn’t go,” he says, leaning in to hover his lips over yours. He stays there, letting his lips linger over yours before closing the gap. The kiss was soft, experimental, and you felt your heart thumping wildly in your chest. He pulled away after a moment, whispering, “Or else I wouldn’t have gotten to do that”.)

You began pulling Michael's black shirt up by the hem, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head. He untied the bow-tie around the collar of his white shirt as you unbuttoned it, shrugging the material off of his shoulders. Michael leaned down and pressed open-mouth kisses to the area between your shoulder and neck, enjoying the feel of your soft skin on his lips.

You placed your hand in Michael's blonde waves, the other on his shoulder as he kissed his way across your chest. He sat back on his knees and pulled you up to remove your dress, leaving you in your red lacy thong that Michael loved so much.

He gently pushes you back down and peppered kisses on your right breast. Your breath was coming in light pants as he took your nipple into his mouth, gasping at the sensation. Michael ran his tongue along your nipple before sucking on it.

You whimpered and squirmed a little, your back arching at the pleasurable feeling. He took his time, switching between licking and sucking before moving onto your left breast.

(“Michael, what if we get caught?” you breathe, wrapping your legs around Michael's waist as he lifts you up onto the desk in the library. 

“Well then whoever walks in gets a show, angel,” he says smugly as he unzips his pants, pulling out his long, thick cock. “They’ll get to see how good I fuck you. That I’m the only one who can.”

You whimper at his words and move your panties to the side. “I need you, Michael.” 

He pushes into you in one swift motion, placing his hand on the table for leverage. “Fuck, I’ll never get over how fucking tight you are.”)

Michael kissed down your abdomen to your pelvis, taking the waistband of your thong between his teeth, hooking his fingers on either side. He pulls them down and tosses them onto the floor before spreading your legs wide. He lays between your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“Baby...you’re soaked…” he says in awe, running a finger along your outer lip.

“Mhhmm,” you panted. “Just for you, Michael.”

He leans forward, licking a long, broad stripe from your ass to just below your clit, kissing your clit once he reaches it. He begins massaging your folds with his tongue, moaning as your taste floods his mouth. “You always taste so good, angel. So sweet..”

You reach down and grip onto his hair, slowly grinding your pussy against his tongue. He grins at the feeling of your hands in his hair, continuing to lick and suck every inch of your pussy. He runs his tongue to your clit, flicking the nub with just the right amount of pressure. You toss your head back onto the mattress, soft moans falling from your lips.

“Michael….don’t stop doing that,” you breathe, your grip on his hair tightening as your gaze meets his.

He continues the action for a while longer, his gaze still planted onto your face. He feels his cock twitch inside its confines and he brings his hand to palm his cock, groaning against your cunt. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks gingerly as he works to free his cock from his pants.

You lean up on your elbow, one hand still tangled in Michael's hair as you grind your pussy even harder, wanting more friction. He finally frees his cock and stands up, pushing his pants down and kicking out of them. He sits on the bed next to you and pulls you into his lap, his large hands settling on your hips.

You straddle his waist, reaching down between you to grab Michael's cock, pumping it slowly in your hand. He hisses at the contact, gazing at you through hooded eyes. “Y/N…” Michael breathes, his hands squeezing your hips. “I need to be inside of you.”

You nod, lifting your hips up and lining Michael's cock up with your entrance. You slowly sink down, both of you moaning loudly at the sensation. You place your hands on Michael's shoulders for leverage as he bucks up into you, working his cock until he bottoms out.

Michael stills and holds you to him, his arms wrapped around you in a tender embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your cheek against his. You both don’t speak, don’t need to, your body language says everything you both need to know.

Finally, Michael slowly bucks up, pulling back only slightly to look into your eyes. You do the same as you start rocking your hips to meet his thrusts.

(“That looks like a giant bunny!” You exclaim, pointing to the giant cloud in the sky that, in your opinion, looked exactly like a giant bunny.

“It does not. It looks like a giant blob,” Michael counters, chuckling at the pouty expression on your face.

“Noo, it’s a bunny! Look you can see the outline of the ears.”

Michael had taken you above-ground one Saturday afternoon to get some sunshine which resulted in you both lying on the ground (it took quite some time to convince Michael to lie on the grass) to cloud-gaze.

He wasn’t looking at the clouds though, his gaze was planted on you, smiling each time you got excited over a cloud and it’s particular shape.

You turned to look at him, feeling your heart flutter when you see he’s staring at you. “What’re you looking at, Langdon?” You quip, hiding your excitement by furrowing your brows at him.

He stays silent for a moment, keeping his icy blue eyes on you before saying, “You, Y/N. You’re beautiful.”)

Tears rolled down your face at the memory, but you don’t wipe them away, too wrapped up in Michael to even care. He has tears in his eyes as well, the possibility of being away from you or never seeing you again creeps into his mind. By now, you both are desperate, clinging to each other as you rock your hips against each other. The sound of your moans and wet, squelching as his cock pumps in and out of you fill the room. 

Michael's stomach tightens as his orgasm nears, his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. Your orgasm isn’t far behind either, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Michael I’m-” the coil snaps and you cum hard, moaning Michael's name loudly as the pleasure courses through your body. Michael cums right when you do, painting your walls in his hot, sticky seed. 

You continue rocking your hips as you ride out your high, leaning forward and kissing Michael passionately. He moans into the kiss, bringing both of his hands to cup your face.

You break the kiss and rest your forehead against Michael's, the tears still falling from your eyes. “It’ll be okay, Y/N,” he says as he rubs your back soothingly.

He lifts your hips up and slips out of you, laying back against the pillows. you cuddle up against his side, throwing a leg over his and placing your arm across his abdomen.

You both are silent for a while, not really knowing what to say or if you should say anything at all.

“Micha-”

“No, baby,” Michael whispers. “Don’t...just stay with me. Please?” 

You nod your head, closing your eyes as more tears fell. He always seemed to know what you were thinking before you even said it and he knew you were going to leave back to your room. He didn’t want to hear you say goodbye to him, not now, not yet, it could wait for the morning.

//

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salvation part iv: miss mysterious | outpost!michael x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Michael’s pregnant wife hides in the Outpost while the witches battle her husband. Who lives and who dies?

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, childbirth, breeding kink if you squint, implied deaths and a slight meddle with the original Outpost timeline.

WORD COUNT: 2k

A/N: I’m getting so involved in this timeline, I never want it to end! I’m squeamish and I’ve never had a baby so the childbirth scenes here are nowhere near as graphic as they probably could be, plus I don’t know exactly what happens but I hope it’s understandable. Inspired by Miss Mysterious by Set It Off.

part i // part ii // part iii // part v

“Wh— did that... did that chair ju—“ Brock was cut off by your strained screams of pain, his outstretched hand pointing in disbelief at the door. Trying your hardest to keep his attention before his tiny mind blew up into smithereens, you attempted a distraction.

“Brock, what did you come here for?”

The conversation change snapped his focus back to you, distracting him enough to allow him to drop to a kneel beside the pool, grasping the curved metallic edge for support.

“I—my girlfriend, she came here. She was saved by her family, she got away from the bombs down here. I was supposed to come with her but she left before I could make the plane,” Brock gulped, restraining a tear. “I just wanted her to suffer like I have these past 18 months.”

He raised his shaking hands in front of him, palms laid before him like a book. You noticed small traces of congealed blood splattered up his digits, frantically wiped and smeared so hard it engrained in the inflamed, weary creases. Angry boils and sores littered his knuckles so harshly that you sucked your teeth just thinking about the pain he must be concealing.

“And did she?” You queried, clutching at your bump as a bolt of pain shot through you again.

“I... I don’t think so. She always was a bit of an airhead.” He stifled a dismissive snort, staring into the middle distance with some mislaid purpose. “I thought I’d feel better but I still feel nothing.”

You looked down irreverently, unsure how to conjure up some sympathetic meta philosophy while your body was preparing itself to push out a small human. You settled for raising a small empathic grin at the corner of your lips, raising a dripping hand out of the water to rest on his shoulder.

“Imbeciles! Fall to your knees before the king! Hail Satan!” Ms Mead’s familiar assertive tones bellowed from the corridors outside, prompting a sharp stabbing pain in your pelvic floor as your panicked gaze shot to the source of the pain between your legs. Baby Langdon was just as impatient as her father.

“I—I think I need… I need to start pushing,” you stuttered, grabbing fistfuls of your soaked dress.

“Uh… okay?” His helplessness spilled through every syllable that left his innocent tongue.

“Give me your hand,” you demanded forcefully as you reached out for him, he snatched his hands behind his back.

“I can’t, Y/N, I’m infected,” he cried desperately, terrified his mere presence in the room could harm you and your child. He’d seen every possible outcome of radiation poisoning in the last year and a half, witnessed countless souls meet their end at the hands of mankind’s most malevolent creation. Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, lovers young and old. All that was left of humanity decimated by the consuming mist.

His protests weren’t enough to stop you grabbing at his sleeve and dragging his hands into yours, curling your soft, dainty fingers over his maimed digits and meeting his gaze reassuringly. The hazel eyes that looked back at you were overwhelmed, a relieved smile creeping across his cheeks. Having spent so long without skin-to-skin contact, a blissful ache flowed through his palms as he felt your smooth skin graze against his.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion reverberated through the Hawthorne corridors, followed by the unmistakable, gut-wrenching thud of a body hitting the hardwood floors with brute force.

“Michael!” You cried out into the ether, your eyes darting to the source of the sound. “He can’t be dead, he can’t be! He’s supposed to be here!” You dug your nails into Brock’s palm as you redirected the strength from your screams to the ache in your pelvis. Your muscles somewhat naturally knew how to help you through your labour but your mind couldn’t wrap around how you planned on pushing this baby out of you.

“Who’s Michael?” Brock asked tentatively as you made another determined push, unsure he would like the answer.

“Our last hope, Brock!” Tears crashed down your face, the heavy armchair at the door sailing across the room as you unleashed all your energy on the next push.

Seconds later, an onslaught of automatic bullets pounded the walls, covering up your bloodcurdling scream at the top of your lungs. Each punishing rattle shook through every atom of you, the water around you flooding red as your folds stretched beyond their means.

As your tight grip enclosed Brock’s hand, a numb feeling chased up his fingers. Looking down at your entwined digits, he watched wide-eyed as the lesions that littered his skin were reducing… no, healing. The angry yellow hues beneath his skin paled, the ferocious blood red sores softened and smoothed out leaving a calm, normal skin surface. His breath hitched in his throat as he attempted to ask you what he was witnessing.

“D—did you just—“ he was cut off by your next anguished cry, quieter than the last without another sound to conceal your agony.

“Did I what?”

“You ju—never mind,” he dismissed as the gravity of the situation finally sunk in. Maybe he could survive the radiation after all. All thanks to this mysterious woman.

———

“Has our little lady shown up yet?”

Michael’s voice boomed from a dark corner as you whipped your head around to find the source. His tousled golden curls emerged from the shadows before him, his pale face bathed in light, dried tear tracks and splatters of blood. As he paced toward the tub, your hazy vision laid upon his pitch black shirt and waistcoat peppered with holes… bullet holes. Panic shot through you like lightning, searching the fabric tears for wounds but finding Michael’s typically flawless skin beneath.

As Michael neared your side, his gaze fell upon your fingers clenched around another anonymous hand. Brock clambered to his feet to step away from the pool and greet him, but the second he straightened up, a strong force threw him to the door and pinned him up against it.

“Stay the fuck away from my wife, you hear me?” Michael hissed, his eyes blown black with rage. All Brock could do was splutter and shake as the force tangled its strength around his throat, gradually closing his airways.

“Michael, let him go,” you spat forcefully at your husband.

“Who the fuck is he?” Michael threw a dismissive gesture in Brock’s direction. “Did he hurt you?”

“Brock saved my fucking life, Michael. If it weren’t for him, I’d be giving birth in the fucking hallway, that’s if the witches hadn’t slaughtered me already. Now let him go!”

Brock slipped to the floor in a heap, gasping for air, his eyes on stalks staring at Michael in abject terror. Your husband stepped suspiciously towards him, dropping to a knee as he reached the poor man’s collapsed form. Leaning in to examine Brock, he raised a curious hand toward the stranger’s face.

“You... you’ve been outside?” Michael stuttered, his gesturing hand tracing invisible paths in the space between them as he inspected the man’s injuries. His behaviour could be mistaken for morbid curiosity but for the solitary tear pricking at his eye, bursting its banks and blazing a searing trail down his cheek, diluting the dried blood splattered there.

“Yes sir,” Brock replied deferentially, trying his hardest to avoid making eye contact with Michael’s void-like irises. “Ever since the bombs hit.”

“The explosion—it didn’t kill you?”

“I was just far enough away from the blast radius, sir.” Brock rubbed at his neck to soothe the burning ache in his throat.

“One of the lucky ones,” Michael asserted, carelessly discarding his words before thinking them through.

“If you say so, Mr...”

“Langdon. Michael Langdon.” Michael’s words caught in his throat as he made an unspoken apology to the stranger for his rough behaviour, stepping back to crouch beside you in the tub. “Thank you, Brock, for looking after Y/N, I can take it from here.”

As the man rose to his feet dusting himself off from the fall, frantic footsteps approached the corridors beyond the door. You turned to Brock, fear washing over your exhausted countenance as you pushed your pelvic muscles letting a low cry escape your lips.

“Brock, they’re coming. Please, distract them, stall them, anything at all, please!” You pleaded breathlessly, battling to keep eye contact with him while grabbing fistfuls of water in some desperate attempt at control. “I’m begging you Brock, please.”

His anguished auburn eyes sunk into their sockets, resigned to his fate. While he didn’t know who or what lay in wait for him beyond the door, it was life or death outside the safety of the room. The months he had spent on the surface of the earth prepared him for death, but the healing hands of this pregnant lady had given him hope. Given him a reason to fight again.

Cautiously stepping back to the pool to retrieve his blood-stained knife, he breathed deeply, contemplatively, resolutely. Looking down at his soft hands, finally free of pain and the vicious wounds that plagued him for months, he tightened his grip on the blade’s handle.

“Thank you, Y/N, thank you for everything,” he smiled at you warmly as his gaze met yours. “Look after her, Michael, she’s a miracle.”

His vision dropping to his shoes, he turned to creak open the door and slowly closed it quietly behind him.

“I should’ve been on that plane!” You heard Brock hiss at the oncoming threats. Desperate cries retorted before you heard a burst of ferocious flames and Brock’s shouts of pain. A final, hollow thud hit the floor and Brock’s voice was gone.

He sacrificed himself. For you. For you, Michael and your baby. A total stranger gave his life for your family.

“Mi—Michael, she’s coming!” You cried helplessly as he offered his hand for you to hold, your wide gaze burned at him with despair as you bawled strained tears and shook your head furiously. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Never say that, you’ve already done so well baby,” Michael tenderly praised you, gently sweeping sticky strands of hair from your sweat-soaked forehead and curling them behind your ears.

“You’re going to be the best mother this new world will ever see.”

———

“She’s beautiful,” Michael hummed as he clutched your new life in his arms, kneeling beside the pool in which you lay breathless and exhausted, both of you gazing intently at the tiny human wrapped in Michael’s pitch black velvet neckerchief. “Just like her mother.”

“Mhm,” you agreed weakly, losing yourself in the fragile yellow curls clinging to her precious head. “I always hoped she’d be as blonde as her father.”

Michael leaned into you to place a tender peck on your drenched forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

“Pushing a baby out while there are witches searching the building right now? Piece of cake,” you half-heartedly joked as your husband handed the little girl into your open arms. His heart burst with pride as he watched you carefully take the child into your care, holding her above the bloodied water in the makeshift birthing pool.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He asked, meeting your loving gaze for the first time in what felt like an eternity since you gave birth to the life you held in your arms, so fragile she could break if you so much as breathed in her direction.

“On three?” He nodded.

One. Two. Three.

“Miriam,” you said together. Sharing a tender giggle between you, you both looked back down at the beautiful baby you named, your glimmer of light in a dark time. She wriggled softly in your arms, blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding her arrival into this world.

“Their Supreme is weakening, darling, they won’t last much longer,” Michael rested a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We need to get you both safe and as far away from here as possible.”

Straining to your feet while clutching Miriam, you splashed your way out of the birthing pool to stand by your husband.

“Salire per spatium... yes Michael, I know what to do.”

With a quirk of an eyebrow and a grin sealed in the corner of your lips, his wife and child vanished before Michael's eyes.

“What the— Y/N?”

———

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 City of Fallen Angels. Book 2. Hiraeth

hiraeth: homesickness or nostalgia, an earnest longing for an idealised past, or a sense of regret.

GENRE: vampire urban fantasy; gothic-punk; grim-dark with a light at the end; romance (m/f, f/f, m/m)

INCLUDES: fluff and angst, Everyone is a Monster/No Heroes, hopeful ending, everyone lives (sometimes living is worse), found family, everyone needs hugs and therapy, vengeance, political intrigue, morals and facing who you are as a person

POV: third person; alternating four characters

LENGTH: anticipated 300k, 50 chapters

SETTING: Los Angeles, Dec 2003, thru early 2004; using Vampire the Masquerade setting, takes place the year before Bloodlines.

SYNOPSIS.

Los Angeles is under siege. A traditionalist faction of Camarilla, led by the enigmatic Jan Pieterzoon, cunning Victoria Ash, and the once-Anarch Prince Bartholomew Vaughn, has taken the San Fernando Valley and looks to the rest of the city. Brewing in Westside, an overly ambitious ancilla, Sebastian LaCroix, has brokered an alliance with the Voerman sisters and claimed his own crown. What remains of the fractured Anarchs squabble, terrified, and Nines’ Downtown barony hangs together with duct tape and promises. In the dark and dank, Sabbat stir and Tremere warlocks plot.

Hiraeth is a novel of personal horror and political intrigue, where the worst monsters are always in the mirror and the greatest weapon against evil is compassion. A journey-to-the-center of the character story, set against the backdrop of a vampire cold war over Los Angeles.

POVS

Monroe might’ve secured independence for himself, building a domain in Central LA with the untrustworthy Ashley Swan, but the walls are closing in. His debt to Pieterzoon remains unsettled. Refugees from the burgeoning cold war pour in, eyeing each other with suspicion on the brink of a civil war. Miss Hawthorne, a winter ghoul he sired upon her death, brims with loathing and returns to him, but not of her choice. His decades old friendship with Bartholomew Vaughn is tested. And the Ventrue Beast eyes Monroe’s increasing power with a greedy eye.

Jack and his long-time mage lover Ryuko are more married than any ceremony could make them. As Jack finds himself putting out fires across the city, he recognises the signs. Ryuko has found new friends in the vampire community, ones who seem to be perfect, have all the answers, and even a neat ideology to wrap it up. Facing being alone for the first time in decades, Jack struggles to put together who he is. Downtown’s iron facade cracks on the seams, as the Sabbat leak from East LA. 

Zari learned to run when her fangs grew in. She fled her cruel foster sire, Ashley Swan, her sire’s gang, and her human family. And now, Ashley offers to fix their messy relationship and her daughter, Aisha, has been Embraced. As Aisha adjusts, she brings horrible news from the mortal family. Ashley speaks gravely of the war to come. Zari does what she has always done: bury her feelings and run. She offers to infiltrate the Westside Prince’s court for Monroe, who accepts it at face value. She relies on old Anarch instincts, to make herself indispensable to survive, but finds herself diving deeper into the Camarilla court. Unfortunately, everywhere she runs, she discovers she has gotten there first. 

Charlie tentatively believes the worst is behind her. All ties have been severed with her human life. The nightmare is over. In the peace, though, she has to face what she did. Her sire and murderer, Rhys Wilson, has lost everything because of her. Carrying the guilty secret, she attempts to mend bridges. The famed vampire hunter, Jesse Harper, for all her brooding mystery, holds her own immense pain. Together, Charlie begins to explore her sexuality — though she might’ve bitten off more than she can chew.

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